#like icyhot but for energy

[tboyautism]

i have work in an hour and i took two zquill ten hours ago so im jn a weird fucntioning but not functioning state of being. i took the zzquill because im home alone and started hallucinating someone callinf my name last night and got so scared i couldnt sleep so i just decided whatever might as well. and now i am living the consequences. i teleported between the hours of eight am and nine am this morning. its so dark in here.

[catfuyus]

GOOD GUY F*CKS BAD GIRL ft. SHOUTO TODOROKI

▹ NOTE. second time’s the charm (word count: 2.8k)

▹ WARNING. pornstar!au, sex on camera, this is filthy, fingering, sloppy sex, ass play, anal, oral (fem receiving), etc, minors dni

▹ SUMMARY. recently famous model shouto todoroki turns pornstar for the chance to meet you

It’s a big house somewhere in Beverly Hills. It’s easy to rent larger mansions out here, and the building your crew had selected was famous for filming. The marble floors were heated. The kitchen was filled with energy giving fruits. And you were clad in nothing but your underwear, makeup crew gingerly touching up your face.

It would’ve been a perfectly normal scene had it not been for the handsome stranger next to you. Tall. Broad and well defined. Muscular. He smells nice. Something woodsy and wintery, but not overbearing in the slightest. He was also stripped down to his boxers as a member of the staff went over the rules with him.

He would’ve been another perfect addition to your mile long list of hottie conquests, had it not been for his two tone hair. White on one side, red on the other. Heterochromatic eyes. IcyHot.

One of the newest models in advertising clearly enjoying his ten seconds of fame. His two tone hair and eyes, handsome face and gorgeous body had girls all over the world fawning over him. His selling of the post workout heating coolant had given him a catchy nickname that stuck.

But the porn industry isn’t modeling. And it only meant one thing for you. You’d be working with an amateur today.

“Why are you even here?” You scoff once the crew member is done going over the rules with him and once he wanders aimlessly to your side. “Aren’t you big in advertising, IcyHot?”

His eyes stay politely fixed on your face, completely unfazed by the black set of lingerie you’re displayed in. “Yes, a lot of people really seemed to like the way I looked in that commercial.”

A beat of silence passes as he waits for someone to lightly spray you with perfume. Waiting for them to bounce away before replying. “A lot of people commented that they wanted to see me naked, but I’m really here because I want to fuck you.”

“What?” You falter. His face is expressionless, maybe a bit surprised with how you’re reacting. But you’ve heated up. Completely embarrassed and caught off guard and embarrassed about being caught off guard because the guy you’re about to have sex with just confessed that he wants to fuck you.

He chuckles then. Gives you an unexpectedly fond smile before the camera man is calling the two of you into the bedroom.

You hop beside him in bed and lean against the bed frame with the camera pointed right at you. The cameraman asks the two of you to state your names (which get bleeped out) and declare that you are both sober and willing participants.

The cameraman starts asking Todoroki a few casual questions. “This is our favorite model’s first time in a porno, right?” The tone is light and teasing, expectant of his gorgeous actor.

“Yes.”

Todoroki is icy with his reply. Doesn’t smile or return any of the energy the director gives him. Even sits with his hands in his lap while you stare at his face right beside him. Doesn’t he know this is the time to be getting warmed up?

The director laughs awkwardly and brings up Todoroki’s excited fans, and you giggle on queue, playing your part. To make up for Todoroki’s short comings, you stretch one bare leg out towards the camera, keep the other tucked beneath you as you turn your body towards the man and place a calculated hand on his thigh.

“Whoa, enough talk, huh?” He chuckles, “looks like she’s ready to go. You sure you can handle her, IcyHot?”

He turns to face you before he replies. Looks into your face, face soft though not giving anything away, and says Yes.

And though it’s the same short reply he gave the cameraman earlier, your cheeks are burning up. Breath caught in your lungs before the director asks that you start with a kiss.

He wraps his fingers around the back of your neck and pulls you close. Pulls you right to his lips, and kisses you. Hard. Moving in slow sync to your own as your hands explore his bare chest. Every ridge of his muscles, the dip of his collar bones, his arms. Hard as steel and gripping your jaw. Keeping you locked in place for when he slips his tongue in. And you let out a soft moan. He tastes good. He knows how to use it. And you grind in his lap as you imagine where else he’ll tease you with his tongue.

A curious hand wanders down his chest, to the waistband of his boxers before you grip him through the fabric. He’s hard, and he grunts with your grip. Bites your lip when you give him a teasing stroke.

And then he knocks you back.

You giggle up at him, at his massive form, watching as he takes your knees and spreads you open.

“Not so fast,” he runs his hands up and down your legs, “I wanna take my time with you,” and with a firm grip to your thighs, flips you onto your stomach effortlessly and roughly spanks your ass. “Ass up.”

You weren’t expecting the golden boy to be so rough, lifting your hips off the mattress with a smirk pressed into the sheets.

He rubs your ass cheeks and runs his hands down your spine. Unclasping your bra and slowly pulling the straps off your shoulders. Only finding the seam of your panties when a firm hand wraps around the back of your neck, keeping you pinned in place. With the fingers of his other hand at your hips, he slowly grinds into your ass. “Want me to take these off?”

Yes, you whisper, grinding back into him.

He chuckles. Low and deep. And it excites you deep in your stomach.

He uses both hands to slowly slide the fabric over your hips, over the globe of your ass, watching as a string of your arousal clings to the fabric and breaks as he pulls it away. And he moans as he ghosts two fingers over your entrance, hand coming away slick though you’ve barely been touched.

“Keep your back arched for me.”

It’s your only instruction before you feel his warm tongue on your cunt. Teasing, exploring your clit with the tip of his tongue before moving to your quivering entrance. Circling, before plunging in. Both hands on your ass cheeks spreading you wide for him, he gives heavy licks to your cunt before sucking on your clit. Rubbing his tongue against the sensitive nerve before pushing the pink muscle into your body.

You grind back against his face, mouth agape in mindless concentration. Chasing the points that feel best. Praying for him to suck on your clit again and coat his whole mouth with your taste. You’re sloppy and soaked by the time he sinks a finger in. Pumping it in and out of you roughly as his thumb ghosts over your clit. Forcing you to arch back into him for more, for it to go deeper, for more sensation, greedily sucking in everything he gives you.

His tongue finds the rim of your ass. Spreads his spit all over you. When he finds that your little hole is too tight, he moves his middle finger out of your cunt and collects your juices, spreading it up to your dirty hole and massaging in pleasurable circles.

He plays with your clit with his tongue. Switching from quick movements to fat licks, letting you ride his face until you feel it. The accumulation of his efforts, all bundling into a tall stack of cards, just a breath away from being blown down.

You’ve been moaning. You only just notice as your voice gets louder, a sound of surprise and pleasure escaping your lungs. And he knows it. Monitoring your every reaction. Every hip grind and back arch. And when he feels your body on the cusp of release, he pushes his finger past that ring of muscle.

“Ohhh…!” You gasp as you cum, body shaking as he fucks his finger into your ass. “Oh…” shivers run down your spine as your crest of pleasure bleeds into the next, a sudden, mindless rush of need forcing you to roughly bounce back on that finger. Cunt empty and desperately clenching against nothing.

Todoroki has the audacity to chuckle. “I knew you’d like that,” he kisses your back as his other hand comes around to play with your fluttering pussy. “I’ve watched your videos so many times…I always wanted to be the one to make you do that.”

You whine when he pulls his hands away. Relieved when you finally hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper.

“I don’t really have to use this, do I?” You hear his voice behind you. You lift your upper body off the mattress to turn to him to reply, only to see him directing the question at the cameraman.

“You’re good, it’s not in her contract.”

“Hmm?” You hum before your face is forced back into the mattress. He kisses the back of your head as he presses his hard dick against your ass. The excitement of almost getting stuffed emptying your mind from everything else.

“Good,” he moans into your ear as he coats his cock with your slick, “I want to fuck you raw.”

A dreamy moan is your only response, grinding back onto his dick as he lifts himself off your body to grab his shaft. Rubbing the mushroom head up and down your cunt. Teasing your entrance with just the head of his cock before wandering back down.

When he finally meets you at the entrance, he’s slow. So painfully slow. The pleasure blindingly mind numbing as he slowly starts to fill you up. You sink deeper into pleasure as you realize how terribly thick he is. Arching your back and spreading your legs even more as he consumes every inch of you, and reaching so deep you gasp. He’s in your stomach. The tiniest shake of your hips and you feel every inch of his girth deep inside you. You moan as you fist the sheets. Pant as he holds painfully still. And whimper when you feel his thumb roll over your puckered hole.

“God, I’ve wanted this for so long…” he moans as he slowly starts to pull out. Pulling out only half way before fucking back into you.

“Oh my god…” you gasp as he slowly begins to fuck you, rocking you back on his dick. Shouto puckers his lips to form a heavy glob of spit, letting it slowly fall to reach and land on your asshole. The air cold around your tight hole.

He picks up the pace. Starts fucking into you roughly, and your moans can only get louder, less controlled as he bounces you on his cock. Rubbing his wet thumb around your rim, he pushes in to get a better grip on your ass. Squeezing your asscheek as his finger wet with his spit pushes in deeper.

“Ohhh my goddd…!” You gasp, “ugh, shouto…!”

“Uh uh,” he pulls his hand away from your ass in favor of two fingers, stretching you out and curling them as he pauses on fucking you. Stretching you out as your body struggles to adjust to an empty cunt. “You only wanted to call me IcyHot earlier, remember?”

“I’m sorry,” you whine, “god, you feel so good…”

He spanks your ass with his free hand and smirks when you yelp. “I feel so good, what?”

“I can’t say it,” your voice is hardly a breathy moan as you try to negotiate. “I’m not saying it..”

He hums thoughtfully, rubbing his hardened dick against the cheek of your ass instead of giving you any more stimulation. “Do you really deserve my cock then?”

“No,” you whine in confession, bringing your own hand under your body to rub messy circles against your clit. “But maybe I don’t need it.”

In one fluid motion he flips you over again. Pinning your arms over your head as he hovers over you. In all your time with your face shoved against the mattress, you had forgotten how gorgeous he was. How truly handsome that jawline and piercing eyes made him.

“That’s not very nice.”

“Nice girls don’t do porn,” you smirked back at him.

He kissed you, hard, passionately, moving his lips desperately against yours. Slipping his tongue into your mouth and forcing your taste on you. The sweetness mingling with his spit to create an intoxicating combination before he’s grinding against you again, hips rutting into your own in heady eagerness.

“Fuck me,” you beg when he breaks the kiss to kiss down your neck. Sucking harsh spots into the flesh. “Please, I need it…”

His kisses trail down your neck between your breasts. Licking and sucking at your nipples. Squeezing your breast in even more stimulation. Your legs wrap around his waist tightly. They would rub together for the tiniest bit of relief if his body wasn’t in the way. So you squeeze around him, arms thrown over his shoulders, in a desperate plea to be fucked until Shouto’s own pants and moans betray him.

“Where?” He moans at another sinful roll of your hips.

“Anywhere, please, anywhere.”

He lifts your hips with two large hands and plants your thighs over his own. You’re soaking wet everywhere, and he’s still coated in all your slick from the grinding. With a hand on his cock, he curves over you to meet his lips to yours. Press into you in a soft kiss before pushing the head of his cock into your tight ass, forcing a gasp out of your lungs that he swallows into his own.

“Ugh, god you’re so tight…” he moans it like a prayer, eyebrows furrowed in desperate pleasure as he slides more and more of his length into your tight little hole.

“Ohmygodohmygod…” you pant out hurriedly, hips stuttering as your body plunges you into an unexpected orgasm. “Please don’t stop, pleaseplease” and you cum, body spasming underneath Shouto’s as the blissful wave sends you over the edge, tingling your every nerve as it spreads through your body.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” he moans, holding you tightly before shuddering in his own release. Pumping his cum into your ass with every deep thrust, coating your insides in overflowing hot cum as he breeds your ass like a bull. “Ugh,” he shakes as he finally stills, still plugging your ass to keep any more cum from leaking out. You can feel the excess dripping down onto the sheets below.

“Don’t think I’m done with you,” he pants as he glares at you with his mismatched eyes. “I’m not stopping until I’ve done that to both your holes.”

Your body shudders at his words, pussy fluttering around nothing, and you know you still need it too.

“Cut!” The director startles you from beside the bed. Shouto subconsciously covers your body with his own before remembering you’re both on display for the camera.

“Why don’t ya give us the money shot, IcyHot?” He chuckles.

Shouto reluctantly pulls back to allow for a full camera view. Your naked and lewd body on full display, blossoming hickeys and soaked skin zoomed in for the camera, and finally, your sloppy cunt destroyed by the gorgeous man himself. His cum oozing slowly out of your ass.

“Glazed her ass like a donut!” He chuckles before turning the camera back to shouto, putting his muscular body on display as well. “Great job, IcyHot!”

Some vile emotion snakes it’s way down Shouto’s throat. He’s not sure what he’s feeling. But he’s glaring at the cameraman. Unwilling to the hit the showers just yet.

“Wait,” your sultry voice reaches out to both the men. You’re still on your back, stretching slowly in blissed out relaxation. “We’re not done yet,” you smile up at Shouto, meeting his irritation with playful bedroom eyes. “Don’t you wanna see more?”

The director laughs and runs a hand through his thinning hair, “uh, yeah I wanna see more! If you two crazy kids got anything left in the tank. We’ll take a quick break, rehydrate and fuel up, and uh, if you two are willing, I got plenty more to shoot.”

You gingerly ease into sitting up, ignoring the inevitable wet spot that’ll be there on the bed once you get up. “That sounds good to me, what about you, IcyHot?”

Shouto smirks at the nickname. He’s been called it millions of times ever since that commercial, but somehow it feels that it’s found it’s rightful home on your tongue.

He rubs his thumb against your cheek as you sit on the edge of the bed looking up at him with ruined makeup. He still hasn’t stuffed your pretty face with his cock. There’s still so much that he has to do to you. “Yeah, quick break,” he resigns, resting the pad of his thumb on your bottom lip. “And then I’ll show you how to put that pretty mouth to good use.”

[shoutyourporpoise]

I love when I am my own competing access need. I'm also resentful bc this would be less of a big deal if they just let us work from home for health reasons, instead of enforcing a "too sick to come in, too sick to work" policy where I have to take the day off if I can't be in-person despite already having my from-home setup readily avaiable.

Currently dealing with dust allergies so severe that I can develop a fever if I don't have my air purifier running in the work office. I also have these dust allergies at home, but between Andrew meticulously changing the filters on time and my home office not being next to a huge fucking tree to which I am also allergic, it's relatively bearable.

HOWEVER, I also wrenched my back yesterday and, while I am feeling a little better after spending all of yesterday laying on the floor, it's still pretty sensitive and sitting in my office chair feels like taking poison damage. I am currently held upright with an icyhot patch and a corset.

So we only have the one air purifier, which is pretty fucking expensive, and I use it for home and for work. At work, I have a keycard I need to scan to get into the building, and no matter which entrance I use I need at least two scans to get to my office. these are not set up to be easily accessible such that I can scan in by bumping them with my hip; I need to be able to reach up and scan a little above elbow height. Which means I am carrying this bulky fucking air purifier with one arm.

Should I not bother with the air purifier? BAD END. Develop a fever which will further weaken you and require at least 2-3 days of recovery.

Should I lug the air purifier in anyway? BAD END. Exacerbate back pain such that presently doable tasks like sitting in your office chair will feel like a constant drain on your energy for 2-3 days. Wait til your scheduled WFH day on Friday to recover.

[pleathewrites]

bellow the fire into my deadened lungs

chapter 4 excerpt — aizawa & class 1a on what makes a villain read full story here

‘PRO-HERO ENDEAVOR TURNS HIMSELF IN FOR THE ATTEMPTED MURDER OF HIS ELDEST SON: IS THIS OUR SYMBOL OF PEACE?’ 

An article of Dabi and Endeavor’s arrest gets leaked Wednesday morning. Every station, paper, and social media platform picks at the exposed meat of it like vultures to a fresh carcass, fighting over favored limbs and surprise bites.

Class 1A has never been so loud. There’s chatter everywhere.

“Oh my Gods, did you hear — ”

“ — about Todoroki-san —”

“ — his own father — ”

“ — and can you believe Dabi — ”

“ — that crazy villain is Shou’s — ”

“ — brother! The guy who kidnapped — ”

“ — kugou, hey, Bakugou!”

The gentle hand on his shoulder shakes Bakugou from the one-sided staring contest he was having with, ‘that fucking Half ‘n Half — coward hasn’t looked up from his desk the moment he sat down.’

It’s Kirishima, the boy who rescued him, the boy who doesn’t leave his side, who holds his hand and smiles like Bakugou hung the moon and the stars and everything in between.

The boy Bakugou had unknowingly given strength to when Kirishima needed it the most.

“I’m fine.”

Red eyebrows curve upwards in worry, and, ‘fuck,’ Bakugou hates worrying people, “You sure? It’s ok if you’re not. I don’t think anyone is.”

Kirishima looks at, ‘that fuckin’ Half ‘n Half,’ with those same sympathetic eyes, and Bakugou feels something ugly bubble up inside him. 

He scoffs, “Please, he’s known this entire time — fuck him!” 

Kirishima’s eyes squint, “Why do you think that?” 

“Because, if I knew, then there’s no fucking way he didn’t!”

That gets Todoroki to look up, both eyes blown so wide, Kirishima can see his scar visibly stretch, “You knew?”

Kirishima smiles fondly at the angry blond, “Bakugou’s smart like that. Of course he’d figure it out before any of us.”

And, well, Bakugou was about to run up and punch Todoroki in the face right then, but the way Kirishima is looking at Bakugou roots his feet to the ground he desperately wants to sink into. He breathes in deeply, counts like his therapist taught him, and with his exhale, his pounding heart starts to settle into something that feels more like stability. The only thing he’s got the energy left for is to huff and cross his arms, mumbling a pathetic, “Damn straight,” and leaning into Kirishima’s broad shoulder. 

Ironically, Kirishima’s warmth cools the fire in his chest. 

Todoroki shakes his head in something like disbelief — which, ‘Fuck him, because who is he to not believe me?’ — and asks, “When did you figure it out?” 

Bakugou didn’t notice until now how the whole class had quieted down.

He rolls his eyes, “Like, the minute you told Deku and I about Touya at your family’s sad ass dinner. Between that, Dabi’s deranged speech to me, and spending two minutes with Endeavor, it was pretty fuckin’ obvious.”

“Why didn’t you say anything!” Todoroki looks like his eyes are about to pop out of his head.

And, ‘oh,’ Bakugou rolls his eyes. He is so done with this conversation, “I just said, it was obvious. ”

That gets Todoroki to shut up and slump back into his chair. 

‘Hm. Fine. I guess IcyHot didn’t know. I can still blame him for being an idiot.’

At the back of the class, Sero chews the end of his pencil and wants nothing more than to offer Todoroki a hug, a cigarette, some kind of an out, but he feels as if he’s been taped to his chair by the paralyzing shock of a lost piece shoved into a puzzle he didn’t know until now remained unfinished — ‘everythin’ makes so much sense now.’

A minute later, Aizawa Shouta walks into his classroom, and prepares for the lecture of his life. Quite possibly, his last.

‘Depending on where Principal Nezu’s loyalties lie,’ Shouta thinks to himself, ‘Well, I’ll find out soon enough.’

The students quiet down with his presence, looking more like deers caught in headlights, waiting, waiting for —

“Everyone, take a seat,” He instructs, and as his students do so, he writes the lesson of the day on the board: Why Do Villains Exist?

Before the last squeak of his underline, before he even turns around, a myriad of answers fill the classroom.

“Free will?”

“Greed?”

“The Devil?”

“Shitty families, apparently…” 

Shouta holds up a hand, “I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I was not asking you all, directly. At least, not yet.”

His students sheepishly settle into their seats. A flurry of swished notebooks to clean pages hiss and evaporate into a long beat of silence. 

Shouta takes a deep breath, and a mental note of the way Todoroki Shouto’s shoulders are hitched up to his ears. Shouta cannot imagine what the child is going through. The minute Shouta saw those articles first thing in the morning, he knew his students would have so many questions — and as their teacher, he has a responsibility to answer them the best he can.

He doesn’t know what is going to happen, now that the secret of Todoroki Touya is out, but here, in these four walls of his classroom, he has a control and a capacity to at least prepare his students for the changes to come — the hopeful good and the anticipated bad.

“I understand some, quite frankly, shocking news has come to light. I know you all have many feelings about that news, and probably many questions.

“I was going through your Hero Curriculum over the last few days, and I’ve realized something — our school does not provide one social class. We teach you all how to fight, how to strategize, how to build your image and your portfolio, but we don’t teach you the ways our society functions. The way it was built to function. You learn Quirk history, but you don’t learn about the very social movements that have gotten you, and me, to where we are today. Our society has a twenty percent non-quirk-user population, yet we don’t teach you about their history, psychology, or sociology. 

“We separate the pre-quirk era and the present day, but every study shows that our society functions in the same way, more or less. That’s a bit odd, don’t you think? For our society to be so similar to the pre-quirk era? There’s a saying from that era. ‘Those who refuse to learn history are — ’”

“‘— doomed to repeat it’,” Midoriya finishes. 

Usually, Shouta would reprimand Midoriya for speaking out without being called on, but today, a small smile ticks at his lips. 

“That’s right. Everyone, write that down. I’ll put it on the board.”

He does so while thinking of the frightening duality of identical blue eyes; resolved azure and guilty cerulean. He turns around and spots a yearning cobalt, surrounded by the thick scar tissue of why he’s doing this. His fingers clench around the marker.

“Today, I’m going to throw a lot of information at you guys. And I know when you hear this information, you all will feel many different emotions, as did I. I want you all to know my classroom is a safe space, and there are no wrong feelings. However, I want us all to respect each other to the end,” Shouta looks at both Bakugou and Todoroki when he says, “We are on each other’s team.”

He waits for his students to nod and give him their go-ahead. 

“Now, legally, in my contract, I am not allowed to... theorize to my students — you guys — the relationship between the rise of villainy and a, vastly, failing society. Bit strange, don’t you think? We ask you all, everyday, to risk your lives for this society, but you are not encouraged to learn about it. And I am not allowed to teach you the ways in which this society operates. 

“Well, that doesn’t sit right with me anymore. Today, I am going to risk my job. And in return, I just ask you all to listen with open minds.”

There is a collection of distressed ‘Aizawa-sensei…’s that fill the room. It pulls together the pieces of his broken heart.

Shouta starts to write on the board, “Our society is based in cycles — wealth cycles, abuse cycles, poverty cycles, etcetera. Note, I am talking about the majority, not the single bootstrapping underdog. Now, I am asking you all directly — are people born bad?” 

Bakugou pipes up, “Fuck, no.” 

Shouta witnesses the small uptick of Todoroki’s lips, and nods in approval.

“Correct. Reality is, we look at people who have committed horrible crimes, people like Chisaki Kai. We see a fraction of the pain he inflicted on Eri — and the twisted thing is, he most likely was given the same treatment when he was of that age. Fortunately, with the help of our young heroes, we managed to save Eri from that environment.”

He witnesses the pride in Midoriya’s smile and the dignity in Kirishima’s posture. Shouta prays his lesson will not strip them of it.

He rhetorically asks the class, “But, what would have happened if she wasn’t saved? If she stayed in that environment for another five, ten, maybe fifteen years?” He is answered with blinking, waiting eyes, “Trauma physically changes the brain, especially during your developmental years. Does anyone know when the brain fully develops?”

Kirishima tentatively raises his hand, and Shouta calls on him, “Well, I mean, if we’re considered adults at eighteen, is it because that’s when our brains are fully developed?”

“You bring up an excellent point, Kirishima,” Shouta commends. “Society considers you full, functioning adults when you reach the age of eighteen. However, studies from both pre-quirk and our era state that the brain finishes development as late as age twenty-six, even longer for people with common neurodevelopmental disorders, like ADHD.”

“Wait, shit, I have ADHD — ”

“ — Dude, me too — ”

“— does my sister, that makes so much sense — ”

Shocked murmurs flitter around as Ashido raises up her hand, and cuts through the noise, “Wait, Aizawa-sensei, then why do we use eighteen as the age of being an adult? That’s the age when we’re allowed to make so many life-changing decisions…”

The murmurs stop.

“Why, indeed? You’re asking the right question, and you deserve a truthful answer. Because eighteen is such an important age. It is the age you vote, the age you register to become a Pro-Hero, the age people join our civilian military, the age you are allowed to engage in intimate acts with people older than eighteen… And it is the age you are tried as an adult for any crimes committed.

“Which brings me to my next point — has anyone ever heard of the term, ‘private prisons’?”

To Shouta’s surprise, it is Sero who answers his question, “They’re prisons that’re bought by corporations. Don’t have to follow all the government policies, can make up their own rules and stuff. Profit off the prisoners, too — I read somewhere that it’s compa-comparable? To slave-labor. Is that true?”

Sero Hanta is a student that Shouta would argue is actually immensely intelligent, despite his limited vocabulary. Sero’s file states that he comes from an unremarkable school within one of the lower-income districts, but through the academic year, Shouta has learned that Sero’s knowledge is oddly vast.

Shouta hums in approval, “In a nutshell, that is true.” 

He goes to the board and begins to explain the prison industrial-complex using diagrams and metrics that blew his mind the first time he researched into it.

“ — Various people will argue how private prisons are the solutions to overcrowding in federal prisons, ignoring the root causes of mass incarceration, like what we’ve already discussed — police bias, three-strike policies, harsher sentences for non-violent crimes, politician bribery, and so on.”

Kaminari raises his hand, “Is Tartarus privately owned?”

Shouta feels the grim pull of his expression, “Yes. Any guesses as to who by?”

Bakugou answers, “Probably the HPSC.”

Shouta nods, “Correct,” and writes down a grotesquely large but accurate number on the board, “This is how much the HPSC profits off Tartarus, annually.” 

Amongst the scritch and scratch of his students’ furious note-taking, Yaoyorozu’s hand shoots up, “I have a question about what you said earlier, that perhaps ties into what you’re teaching now. Are you saying any traumas we endure up until age twenty-six will physically change the way our brains develop? And if so, in what ways?”

“Thank you for noticing that connection, Yaoyorozu. That brings us back to my example of Eri, and if she had stayed in that environment, raised by Chisaki Kai. Anger and hurt feeds the soul just as love and affection does, but the needs of that person changes based on what they are given. What if Eri had grown up to be one of the villains you face? Would you still want to save her, or would your first instinct be to lock her away? You wouldn’t know who she is, where she comes from. You’d only know her crimes, but never what brought her to that point.” 

“Sensei... It’s really not fair to use Eri-chan in this example. She’s just a child,” Midoriya defends.

Shouta nods in understanding, “So was every single villain I’ve ever arrested,” His mind goes immediately to that day in the interrogation room with Dabi, the scarred-villain fighting for Himiko Toga’s immunity, the reminder that she is a child before she is a villain.

“But, we can’t excuse villainous actions!” 

“You’re right, Midoriya,” Shouta confirms, “Actions have consequences.”

“So…” It is Tokoyami that speaks up this time, “What’s the solution?” 

Shouta shrugs, “What is the solution? Two-hundred years of hero-society hasn’t figured that out. Two-thousand years of human society never figured out how to stop their own criminals.”

Silence.

Shouta knew it was a shit answer, but, well, he only started this research a few days ago. His conclusion is that the solution will take a collection of heroes to figure out, and it won’t happen in a day, and most devastatingly, not in his lifetime. He believes in planting the seed, though. He believes in his students to water it with the information he’s given today, believes in them to let it soak in the rays of enlightenment he wished he’d bothered to bathe in twenty-odd years ago.

He believes in his students, in this generation, so much more than his own.

“You are here to learn how to be heroes. You’re not here to learn how to fight — yet, somewhere along the lines, we’ve all forgotten what being a hero meant. So,” He writes on the board: What Does it Mean to be a Hero?

“Saving people!” Kaminari.

Obvious, but — “Good,” He wrote it down, “Saving who?” 

“Innocents!” Ida.

“Hm,” This is where Shouta will have to make his poor students think deeper, “Why just the innocent?” 

“Because they don’t deserve to be hurt,” Ida answers.

Shouta nods, “So, when does someone lose their innocence?” 

There’s a moment of thinking before Asui tries, “When they’ve hurt someone who didn’t deserve it?”

‘Deserve’ is the interesting word here.

“Who deserves to be hurt? Is abuse something that is earned? Who gets to make that judgment, and on what basis?”

Uraraka is the brave one to weakly ask, “Police?” 

“Ah,” Shouta almost facepalms, “I realize I never assigned proper reading for this topic, my apologies. Right after class, I will email you all some studies that have mostly been kept underground. Here are only some statistics pulled from those studies. I’ll write them down now.”

‘70% of villains come from abusive homes and below the poverty line.’

‘40% of policemen self-reported to being domestic abusers - how many unreported?’ 

‘80% of sexual-assault offenders are not arrested, despite evidence that murder convictions have been sentenced for less on.’

‘73% of federal prisoners are serving time for non-violent offenses and have no history of violence.’

‘60% of the top fifty heroes have committed criminal acts, yet remain unpunished.’

He waits as his students write down these statistics in their notebooks. He only continues when every single face has looked back up at him.

“Earlier on, I spoke about how people’s needs change, based on what they’re given. It is against the law to steal. However, basic necessities like food, shelter, water, diapers, pads and tampons are not free. Everyone needs to work in order to make money, yet our society’s job markets are often closed or extremely restricted to convicted felons, equally for both violent and non-violent offenders. 

“The law makes no difference between someone shoplifting a luxury handbag, and shoplifting a sandwich. So, what our current justice system is essentially telling our society is that people should starve, because of pre-defined morality. That people should let themselves descend to slow death, because that is what our society has deemed is ‘right’. 

“I am not trying to make you all feel shame for the way our society works. You’re just kids. You are all incredibly gifted, and incredibly privileged, kids. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t. To pick yourself up from your bootstraps, you first need to have a sturdy pair of strong leather boots. Many are born without.

“Everyone wants to be a hero to ‘stop villains’. What I want you all to think about is prevention. How can our society lower these numbers? How can we stop a crime before it’s committed, rather than immediately punish someone once that crime is committed? How can we help reintegrating convicted felons into our society, so that they don’t end up in these prisons a second, and a third time? 

“And I want you all to also question — who actually benefits from a criminal being punished? Our society, our governments, or our heroes?”

His students look conflicted. Worried, sad, betrayed, afraid and confused. 

Shouta looks at the clock and realizes he’s almost out of time.

He puts the marker down, “I want you all to do the reading I’ve emailed you, and write a one-page reflection on how you would like to be a part of villain prevention once you debut as a Pro-Hero. No goals are too big or too small. I encourage you all to use your imagination, use your empathy, and use the information you’ve learned from me, and your classmates. Does that sound alright?”

His students slowly nod.

“Alright. Thank you all for listening. My door is always open if you have questions or just generally want to talk. Class dismissed.”

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Mall Date

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It had been such a long day that I was looking forward to spending time in my room. That was until someone knocked on my door. And to no surprise, it was Bakugo. “Icyhot, I need to talk to you.” Usually, he wasn’t this straightforward unless it had to do with a certain green hair boy. I let him in, and he went to the center of the room and lay there.

“So, what’s up?” I went over to him and sat down. It was then I happened to notice the shade of pink that crossed his face. Why was he blushing?

“The nerd’s birthday is on Monday.” At that, he finally sat up and looked at me. “Since tomorrow is Saturday, I thought we could spend time at the mall.”

“Ok? I don’t follow. What that has to do with me?”

Watching as Bakugo took a deep breath, it was confusing why his face kept getting redder. He doesn’t always directly say what he means, and it has taken me a while to understand his speech pattern. But this was more straightforward than he had ever been. What exactly could be the reason for this? “When I say we, I am talking about you and me.”

At that, I couldn’t help but blink. “I don’t get it.” And that’s when Bakugo's typical angry face showed itself. He even let out a low growl, which almost always meant he was annoyed. Out of everyone in our class, him and Deku sure do communicate strangely. Sure, I couldn’t understand most of everyone else. But the two childhood friends had a very awkward talking style. Their face doesn’t always match what they say. Then again, they were easier to understand once I knew how.

“I’m saying that you should come with me to celebrate Deku’s birthday at the mall.” OH! I couldn’t help but smile when I finally understood. Even though I knew my face doesn’t always match my emotions, somehow, these two always got me. It’s probably why I considered them great friends.

“I would love to. What should we do?” For the rest of the evening, Bakugo and I planned out what we would do at the mall with Midoriya. It’s so exciting that I was going to be spending time with them.

Come morning, I was not surprised at how Bakugo dragged Midoriya out of his room. “Come on, Kacchan. It’s only 7am! On a Saturday. Let me sleep.” The green hair boy just kept trying to wiggle his way out of Bakugo’s hold but to no use.

Even though most of our class was still in bed, a few of the girls watched in amusement. “So, what’s the reason Bakugo is being a jerk at this ungodly hour?”

I looked at Ashido and tried to remember what Bakugo had made me promise. “I do not know.” I watched as her left eyebrow rose and the corners of her mouth turned to a frown. Even her eyes looked me up and down before setting back on my face. If I am correct, that face typically meant she did not believe me. But I can not break my promise. She then processed to shrug her left shoulder higher than her right before taking a sip of her energy drink. For a girl whose body language was all over the place, she seemed less lively this morning.

With some effort, Bakugo finally got Midoriya to quiet down and eat breakfast. It was even a joy at how Bakugo also made soba for me, just the way I liked it. Not too mushy that the texture was off. Just cold enjoy that you could tell it was cooked not that long ago. And it had just the right amount of seasoning that it was hard not to ask for seconds. Whatever magic Bakugo does in the kitchen was always amazing.

Once all three of us finished getting dressed, we headed out. Midoriya still asked why Bakugo dragged him out of a deep sleep this morning. “Oh, shut up, nerd. You’ll find out soon enough.” Thanks to our agreement yesterday, Bakugo agreed to not call the green hair Deku. It wasn’t until we got on the bus that Bakugo seemed to relax. Even Midoriya seemed to settled. That was another thing that always confused me.

“Do you two not enjoy the company of our classmates?”

They both looked at me before looking at each other. The way Midoriya's shoulders fell before he gave a small smile was troubling. “I don’t think that’s the case.”

I then watched as Bakugo started to scratch the back of his head while looking at Midoriya. When he finally looked up at me, is when I noticed a slightly sad expression. Those don’t happen often. At that, I only witness them when it’s just us three. “It’s hard to explain, Todoroki.” At the sound of my name Midoriya quickly looked up at Bakugo. But instead of speaking he looked over at me with a huge smile. He was being very cute. Times like this I agree with Bakugo on how Midoriya cheeks looks like strawberries.

The rest of the ride to the mall was quiet between us, but it was enjoyable. Especially with how Midoriya hummed and wiggled in his seat. I believe people called that some form of dancing in place. Regardless, he was overall acting adorable. So much so that I couldn’t help record him here and there. And when we finally got to the mall, I watched as Midoriya excitedly bounced up and down. At that, he squeal while shaking his hands and looking between me and Bakugo. “Why are we at the mall?”

Bakugo just made Midoriya to turn around. While walking around, it was fun watching the green hair boy get excited. At that, he grabbed both Bakugo’s and my arm and dragged us to the comic store that was on the ground floor. This was so much fun. We went about looking at comics until we all settled on a few that we wish we could take with us. “I still got my old man’s credit card.” The look they gave me was pure evil.

It didn’t take us long to go from one shop to another buying whatever we wanted. But Bakugo didn’t let either of Midoriya or me get a certain item. “Come on, Kacchan! It’s a sleeveless, All Might hoodie! I need it!”

“I second that motion!” We poked Bakugo’s face and watched how his eyes kept twitching. “If we find one in each of our sizes, we could all match.”

“This is stupid.” Even though he had what seemed to be an angry face, the left corner of his mouth twitch. Which usually meant he was fighting back a smile. And that’s how I knew he gave in about saying no to our demands. Soon all three of us walked out the shop with matching hoodies and sneakers. “I pick the next shop.”

Bakugo dragged us to a shop that had a black sign. At that, the lights inside gave off a dark atmosphere with its gold and reds. The clothes inside I had never seen in person before, but I recognized them from some of the comics Bakugo let me borrow. But what shocked me was the person behind the corner. I couldn’t tell if they were male or female. All I knew was that what they wore looked so interesting. I then quickly went in search where the other two were.

I wasn’t surprised that Bakugo was holding skirts up to Midoriya. “Just why, Kacchan?” Even though Midoriya sounded like he was whining, his face didn’t match. In fact, he looked embarrassed. Especially with the green bunny ears on his head. He then looked up and we locked eyes. “Help me, Todoroki.”

I couldn’t help take a picture before walking over. I looked at the skirts Bakugo held before grabbing one myself. “This one.”

“Good choice, Todoroki.” I then watched as Midoriya’s eyes grow before we pushed him into the changing room. It didn’t matter what combination of skirts, shirts, and pants we had him try, he was still so cute. Before long we left that shop with almost everything we picked out. And when Midoriya wasn’t looking me and Bakugo picked out a set of bracelets. One was black with orange design. While the other was black with red and white tiny spikes. We hid those in our respected pockets after paying.

While we walked the next floor, I spotted a photo booth. But before I could say something, Midoriya was dragging us over. Once we were inside, we realized how small it was. Me and Bakugo looked at each other and just nodded. Without a word we picked up Midoriya and set him on our lap. “Whaaa.”

After taking photos, Midoriya whole head was red. Even his neck shared the color. He even kept from looking at us. But that didn’t stop me and Bakugo to drag Midoriya to the food court. It was so cute how Midoriya would make a mess while eating. Me and Bakugo couldn’t stop ourselves from taking endless pictures. That’s when the large ice cream we ordered came. I looked to Bakugo again and we nodded. “Happy Birthday!”

The look of shock Midoriya gave us was amazing. Especially when he tried to hide his face with his hoodie. “But… but… My… birth… birthday isn’t… is… isn’t till Monday.”

“We know.” Once Midoriya spotted violently shaking in his seat, Bakugo and I each grabbed a spoon. “Now, say Ah, nerd.” It was cute as me and Bakugo each took turns feeding the ice cream to Midoriya, along with taking our own bites. Today was just perfect.

After the whole ice cream thing we decided to finally head back to the dorms. And as we walked to the bus stop Midoriya had yet to stop blushing. Even Bakugo had a large grin on his face. With that, I took a picture of the two. It was already rare to see Bakugo fully smile without looking ready to fight. So, it made everything perfect. “Wait!” I looked down to Midoriya and he had his phone out. “I want a picture of all three of us.”

“Such a nerd.” Before I could say anything, I was having my head pushed against Midoriya. All three of us smiled into the camera, as Bakugo took our photo. “There you go, idiot.”

“Are you not able to saying anything nice to him? Just this once, Bakugo.”

Bakugo let out a sigh, before pinching Midoriya’s right cheek. “Good job today, Izuku.”

The look on Midoriya’s face was priceless. But I refuse to ruin it by taking a photo. He then processed to cry and hug Bakugo. Now, that I took a picture of. And I was then quickly drawn into the hug. “Today was the best day ever!” Once we got on the bus, me and Bakugo decided to finally get out the bracelets. “What is this for?”

“It’s your birthday gift, nerd.” We each processed to attached our bracelets to Midoriya’s left wrist. He even started to tear up as we did so. “I knew you would like it.”

Midoriya stared at the bracelets as he tried to wipe away his tears. “I absolutely love it. I’m never taking them off.” I don’t understand why but hearing those words my made my chest feel tight. It wasn’t a bad feeling. More like a very pleasant and joyful sensation. I like it. Hopefully I could feel this feeling again.

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“Fool Me Once” - Part 4

Pairing: Kacchako, Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako

CW: Cheating, Underage Drinking

<- Previous Part | From the Beginning

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To throw an all out rager on campus was an absolute no go.

To throw a ranger at one of the many nearby houses a certain rich kid third year’s parents owned however…

It was perhaps one of the few times being a landlord was a good thing.

Momo had decorated the hell out of it. 

Cotton spiderwebs, paper bats, dry ice fog, and low, Halloween colored lighting. By the time Katsuki had made his way over to the house the party was well underway.

Mineta already had his head in a trash can. Hitoshi and Neito were playing tug-o-tongue with Denki. 

The smell of booze threatened to strip his nostrils of every hair inside them. A bunch of gasps and wolf whistles greeted him as he entered, his costume drawing nearly every eye.

Most of these were underclassmen though, his real target was downstairs. 

Shoji had been updating him all night. Apparently with out Deku’s attention, Melissa had take up flip cup, beer pong, whatever game would keep her distracted and drunk. Ei even made sure to take over the beer pong table from her to have a “couples match” against Deku and Ochako. 

Now she’d been leaning up against the wall for a while, bobbing her head to the music, pretending to listen to Mei ramble on as she obviously watched Deku from a far.

“Bakubro!” Hanta howled, starting off an avalanche of cheers, hoots, hollers, drawing every eye towards him. 

Katsuki caught Melissa’s eye briefly, adjusted his glasses with a smirk, then continued on to meet Hanta by the keg and grab a beer.

“Looking hot dude!” he said.

“Nice Vincent costume,” Shoto added. “I don’t remember him wearing a bedsheet in the game though.”

“Vincent?” 

“From Silent Hill 3.” Shoto pointed to his glasses. “He wears glasses like that.”

Katsuki sneered. “I ain’t no Vincent, Icyhot, I’m—”

“Milo Thatch,” Melissa slurred flirty, running a hand across the blue swirls of body paint highlighting the bulge of his biceps. 

Katsuki’s sneer turned into a smirk. “In the flesh.” He let his eyes roam across the old school librarian costume she was sporting, feigning interest when really he seeing all of the booze and sweat stains on her blouse.

“Evie from The Mummy!” she shouted over the music. 

“We’re Bert and Ernie,” Shoto added unnecessarily. He must have had a few shots himself too. “He’s Ernie, I’m Bert.”

Melissa smiled at him and used her other hand to rub his bicep. “This sweater is sooo soft.”

“It’s very warm,” he replied. 

“Speaking of warm,” Hanta lifted her hand off of Shoto and placed a cup of beer in it. “Why don’t you two go warm up the dance floor a bit? There’s some good looking couples out there, but no one nearly as hot as you two.”

“Oooo yes!” Melissa cooed and tugged Katsuki’s arm. 

“You sure?” Katsuki teased. “I don’t know if you’ll be able to handle my moves.”

Melissa rolled her eyes. “Oh please. Like I don’t have moves of my own.”

He shrugged his shoulders and sighed. “Alright. You asked for it.” 

He threaded his arm out of her grip and made his way to the dance floor.

Whether she followed him or not was unimportant. This was all about the tease. The bait.

Later she was sure to bite.

Kyoka had set up her DJ booth, a brilliant set up that could knock a house down at 11 

Katsuki locked eyes with her and gave her a subtle nod to switch the music to one of the songs he’d texted her about.

With insane skill she mixed the current bright bouncy pop song into a dirty, grinding dance song that switched the entire vibe of the dance floor. 

Katsuki knew how to move, that was no secret. With how he fought with his quirk he had to be as agile and precise as possible.

As a kid, hip hop lessons were a way for him to let out his access energy. As an adult they kept him sharp, giving him an edge against villains. 

And now, well…

They had a drunken blonde in a librarian costume practically drooling as she watched him gyrate.

After a bit of peacocking, Katsuki wound up pulling her into the dance with him, hooking an arm around the small of her waist and holding her close. 

He guided her hips with his own, keeping them flush together and in time with the music. He let his nose brush against hers every now and again but wouldn’t let himself linger.

Instead he would subtly shift his gaze away, keeping an eye out for tuft of green hair. 

Which he found pretty quickly, tucked under some sort of brown leather fedora, glancing their way every now and again as he pretended to pay attention to the pretty pink power ranger chatting excitedly beside him.

Katsuki spun Melissa around making sure her ass was against him. 

He draped his arms around her hips and dipped his head down to have his chin rest against the curve of her neck. Holding her like he possessed her.

Izuku’s glance became a full on stare at that. Ochako’s gaze was pulled along with it, finding Katsuki just as the song ended. 

Katsuki pretended not to see her grab Izuku’s arm and start to drag him over.

“Oh my god! Look at you!” Ochako squealed in greeting.

Katsuki untangled himself from Melissa as they approached. “Sup, Cheeks. See you can’t shake the spandex, huh?” 

“Really?” She smirked and looked down at his chest. “See you found Atlantis but lost your shirt along the way.”

Katsuki smiled genuinely at that before turning smug as he looked Deku’s way. “Guess you found a power ranger in the Temple of Doom there, huh, Izuku?” 

Izuku laughed tightly as he smiled. “Guess so. I didn’t know you and Melissa were so close, Kacchan.”

“Yeah. I’ve been helping Specs out with her apprenticeship project,” he said, nudging Melissa slightly. “She really likes what I can do with my hands.” 

“The sweat,” Melissa blurted out suddenly. “I’m trying to see how my universal quirk enhancer would work with physically manifested emitter quirks.”

“Sure,” Ochako teased. “Just don’t play with his hands too much. You’ll wind up with a heart condition.”

She winked at Katsuki. 

“Speaking of sweat,” Ochako continued. “You two vs. us two. Ultimate beer pong championship. With you two in the mix one of us are sure to beat Kiri and Mina.”

“In a bit, Cheeks,” he said. “I gotta go piss first.” He patted Melissa on the head and looked at Izuku. 

“Keep an eye on her for me, will ya?”

Izuku nodded curtly with a tight smile. “You got it.”

Katsuki headed upstairs, catching Eijirou calling, “Midoriya! Uraraka! Rematch?”

Just as planned.

Katsuki didn’t head to the bathroom. Instead he made his way to the roof, took out his phone, and started scrolling through his phone. Enjoying the peace, quiet, and night sky as he killed time waiting to hear—

“He have you seen Bakugou?” Melissa asked Hanta on the patio below him, prompting him to rise and make his way back into the house. 

Katsuki made his way back down to the first floor, conveniently waiting to round the right corner.

“There you are!” Melissa said, hurrying over towards him. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“Is something wrong?” he asked, playing dumb.

Melissa grabbed his hand. 

“I really want to dance with you some more,” she said. Her eyes kept glancing towards his lips, lingering over his body. “Please?”

Katsuki smiled. Knowing for certain what would happen next. “Lead the way.”

She all but tore his arm out of his socket as she led him downstairs. 

She wasted no time pulling him onto the dance floor and grinding against him, touching every inch of bare skin on him, leading his hands to grab her waist, her ass.

Keeping her face barely an inch away from his.

“You look sooo good tonight,” Melissa panted lightly. 

“You look pretty good too,” he said. “I like that shade of lipstick.”

“Do you?” she cooed.

“Mhmm.” He brushed his nose against hers. “Does it taste good?”

Melissa threaded her fingers in his hair. “Let’s find out.”

She kissed him. Hard, clumsy, needy. 

It was more teeth than lips. More cheap beer than cherry.

Honestly it was one of the worst kisses he ever had, but he stuck with it. Deepening it, making her fumbled mess loom good as applause erupted around them. The music even switched to something celebratory and gloating. 

They parted to find the entire basement crowd watching them, applauding…

…save for one person, in an Indiana Jones costume, watching on from just a few feet in front of them. Katsuki kept Melissa’s attention away from Deku, pulling her to dance and jump along with the crowd until he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Hey dude. Sorry to interrupt,” Eijirou said. “But I need your help with Tetsu, man. He ain’t doing well.”

“Fucking hell, Shitty Hair.” He turned to Melissa. “Sorry. I gotta take care of this.”

“It’s fine,” she slurred a bit, lost in the kiss still.

Perfect.

Katsuki followed Eijirou back upstairs and into “the recovery room”— the master bedroom of the house that had been deemed a safe zone for those who partied too much because of its huge bed and easy bathroom access.

Tetsu was waiting, completely sober. 

“How’d it go?” he asked.

“It went off without a hitch,” Katsuki replied. “Now we just wait.”

“That kiss was pretty fucking epic though. With the music and the cheering?!” Ei recalled excitedly.

“Yeah and she chewed my lips like they were a fucking roast beef the entire time.” 

“Not so cool.” Tetsu said. “Wanna play Kings while we wait? I brought a deck of cards and the Mineta finally stopped puking.”

“Yeah sure. Why the fuck not? It ain’t like—”

Their phones all pinged.

S: Midoriya left.

They all shared a wide-eyed stare of disbelief. 

Before they could say another word their phones pinged again.

S: Melissa’s leaving now too. Mei’s helping her get her stuff.

Footsteps thundered down the hall and past their room.

“I can’t believe I did that to him!” Melissa sobbed. “I just— I couldn’t—” 

“Shhhh. It’s okay. You’ll get him, you just have to put a coat on okay? I can’t let you freeze out there—”

“He’s so mad at me and I— He was the one with—”

Melissa's blubbering faded as they walked away, leaving the room all too silent.

“Holy shit,” Tetsu said. “You did it.” 

Ei’s phone began to ring. “Shit it’s Mina. I gotta fucking go. Tetsu?”

He stood. “Right, acting shitfaced.” He grabbed a half finished bottle of liquor some poor soul left behind and gargled it around his mouth, “Let’s go, bro.”

Tetsu slung his arm over Ei’s shoulders and hung his head as Ei answered his phone with a stained grunt and left the room. 

Katsuki sat in the quiet. In disbelief.

He could hear the chaos unfold just outside the door. Chaos he caused. Because his plan worked.

The fucker and fuckette were dealing with the consequences of their actions and he…

…heard sniffling outside of the window. 

He got up off the bed and looked outside of it, but found no one.

He opened it, screen and all, and leaned his head out to make sure he wasn’t hearing things.

He wasn’t, but the crying was up, not just out. A queasy knot twisted in his stomach. 

He snuck through the halls as quickly as possible and made his way up to the second story towards the little patch of roof he often snuck out onto when the parties got too much.

The sniffling grew louder as he walked closer, turning into a soft cry. 

He opened the window quietly, curious dread getting the better of him and leaned out to find the last thing he wanted to find.

A crying pink power ranger.

“Cheeks?” he asked softly, knowing better to announce himself than surprise her.

Big brown eyes turned towards him, teary. 

“Bakugou,” Ochako whined quietly, voice breaking as a fresh stream of tears rolled down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” Katsuki climbed through the window and sat down beside her. “Why are you sorry?”

“Because you finally got to kiss her and now she— she— she—” 

Katsuki pulled her into a hug, catching her before she could collapse into herself.

“I know, Cheeks. I know.” He held her tight, his own heart feeling like it was breaking in the process. His own anger building.

“Y-you said it too. You said you thought she wanted someone else but Deku? Why didn’t he just tell me he didn’t l-l-like me? I would have understood!”she sobbed. “I’m not as pretty as her or as smart as her or as talented—”

“Uraraka stop it ain’t about that.”

“ I thought she— Why would she have kissed you if he was there?” 

Katsuki’s stomach sank. “What?”

“Was she just using you this entire time to make him jealous? Was this all just some game to them?” She looked up at him, eyes swollen and searching for answers he had but couldn’t give. “Make it make sense. It doesn’t make sense.” 

She fell into an incoherent mess in his lap, each heaving sob and broken-hearted utterance twisting a dagger of guilt into his gut.

He had to tell her.

How could he tell her?

Tell her that he had known Deku would leave her for Melissa and didn’t warn her? 

Tell her he cared more about getting even, about winning, because for some reason he thought it better to be her white knight than warn her.

To try and prevent the class from taking side when he could already tell from the broken murmurs below them that people already were? 

He had to tell her.

He had to confess.

Ochako reached for his hand and held it, her soft finger pads clinging on him desperately for comfort.

Just not tonight. 

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Next Part ->

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Because of my disabilities, both physical and mental, I have a love-hate relationship with trips.

I'm taking a very short road trip (2.5h one-way) to a friend's house for the Labor Day weekend. We'll be staying for 2 nights, then leave sometime early on Monday.

Packing for extended trips always stresses me out because of all the items I need to bring with me (and remember to bring). I don't need much in the way of clothing or toiletries, but meds and safe foods are a must for me. I have EDS, POTS, PCOS, IBS, OAB, & reactive airways dysfunction syndrome. All of these conditions can (and often do) act up at any point, so I always need to pack a bunch of shit to cover my bases.

Here's an idea as to what meds/medical items I packed for this short trip:

2 inhalers (steroid & rescue)

Medicated cough drops

Regular cough drops

SeaBands (luckily I don't get motion sickness on car rides -knock on wood- but I have them with me just in case)

Ginger lozenges (these are AMAZING for nausea, which I get pretty often & I hate bc I have emetophobia)

Extra strength antacids (for nausea or indigestion [a lot of foods bother me, unfortunately])

Charcoal pills (for when I ate something that REALLY bothered me & the lozenges don't work. Used cautiously & only as a last resort so it doesn't fuck with my medication)

Magnesium (for when I lean more toward IBS-C & for anxiety/POTS)

Small vial of salt (for POTS/rapid rehydration)

Electrolyte drink mixes (also for POTS)

Extra strength Tylenol (both regular & menstrual versions)

Antihistamines (sometimes these help with joint/muscle pain related to MCAS)

Compression socks (for pain & blood circulation)

Compression gloves (for pain)

Bengay or IcyHot

Urination device (for if my OAB acts up & there isn't a rest stop for a while)

Extra underwear & wipes (self-explanatory)

Towels (self-explanatory)

Big-ass water bottle (I get dehydrated v easily)

Safe snacks such as mixed nuts, Nature Valley protein bars, & peanut butter snack packs)

And I tried to pack LIGHT. But due to having COVID ~3 weeks ago, it's causing a flare-up for my lung condition, so I've had to be more aggressive with my treatment until I go for another pulmonary function test in October. It also must have messed up my already messed up hormones because it caused me to have a period for six weeks. The dizziness, headaches, and nausea that came along with losing blood for so long was not fun whatsoever. Now I'm just trying to be extra prepared for trips where I know I'm going to be expending a lot of energy & where I won't have access to my full "sick kit."

I also end up feeling embarrassed about needing to take care of myself when I'm not feeling well because I'm the only person in my friend group that's disabled. And they often forget that because, well, I don't ""look disabled."" I also don't like to bring it up too much because I feel like a killjoy, or like I'm holding them back. Often they're v chill about it when I do bring it up, which I'm super grateful for, but I can tell that sometimes they're thinking, "Really? You can't handle even this?" Which is...not great.

Anyway, remembering to pack all this shit, on top of all the other items that need to be packed, SUCKS. It gets so overwhelming for my executive dysfunction (bc ofc I have ADHD, too). I try to put lists together for each category so that I don't have to rely solely on memory as I'm packing, and it helps with not forgetting anything when it's time to pack up and go home. It's still a tad stressful to see so many items on my lists, but at least checking them off as I pack them is pretty quick.

Another thing that sucks when getting ready for a trip is time blindness always screws me over when I'm getting ready. Regardless of how early I get up or how many timers I set, I ALWAYS manage to take too long getting ready & then I leave for my trip way later than I wanted to. Luckily we hit the road only like 10 minutes later than we wanted, so it wasn't too much of a delay, but man that race against the clock always adds an element of stress that I could do without.

A saving grace for this trip so far has been my earbuds. I have the Anker Soundcore A40s I think & they are phenomenal (not sponsored I promise). I get overstimulated by sound pretty easily, and that includes the wind whipping around the car on the highway, or my life partner's psychedelic rock playing on the radio at a low volume (but still "too loud" for me). My solution this trip has been to put in my earbuds & turn on noise cancellation with no music playing. Oh my goodness I have felt so fucking chill since doing that. It no joke dims out the sound by like half - even with no music playing. Also they don't dig into my ears after a while like my 1st gen Galaxy Buds do, so I could wear these for hours. I'm honestly going to do this for my trip to Cancun 2 months from now bc holy shit this feels like a cheat code for me.

Honestly, I like trips. I'm not a fan of planes, but I'll get on one if it means I get to visit my friends and family in another state, or go to another country. I work in an office, so being on the road and feeling the sun warm my skin as I passively drink in the scenery that surrounds me is such a welcomed change of pace. Using the car ride as an excuse to ramble on about silly or deep things with my tripmate(s), belt at the top of our lungs to a musical soundtrack, or sort through my many scattered thoughts to my steering wheel, is something that I will never take for granted. Being able to escape, even just for a little while, the monotony of everyday life is what makes traveling worth it for me.

I often don't get the chance to see family, friends, or new places. Due to my disabilities and the chronic fatigue that comes with them, life experiences are not as frequent as I would love for them to be. So when the rare chance comes my way - assuming I'm not nursing a migraine, vertigo, or stomach issues - I jump on that shit.

I was not feeling this trip when I first got up this morning. I was dreading the packing, the drive, the symptom management, the planning of what foods I could eat at the restaurant my friends want to visit, & also I've been dealing with some pretty hefty social anxiety and rejection sensitivity lately so I've been avoiding social interactions. But the first part of the day ended up being okay, plus the trip has been smooth so far since we got on the road -knock on wood again-, so I'm a little more hopeful about the actual visit going well. Fingers crossed it's more fun and positive than I'm expecting.

[folkinsomnia]

my perfume? baby that's vick's

[nights-legacy]

Between the Two - TodoBaku x Reader

Main Masterlist MHA Masterlist

TodoBaku x Reader (meaning Poly Relationship. Don’t like? Don’t Read. 😋)

Fluff and little Angst

Warnings: Nothing but Soft-ish Bakugo ahead 🥰

3300 words

+Two amazing men and one hard decision. Or is it? On a training mission, things go awry, leaving you and Todoroki badly injured. Bakugo is beside himself even if he won’t admit it. You have had a crush on these boy practically since the Sport’s Festival but never had the courage to speak up…or pick one. Turns out that isn’t the case at all.

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Having feelings for two people at the same time is hard. Especially when one is an aloof, cold personality and the other is loud and short-tempered. Yet, I couldn’t help but fall head over heels with both. I didn’t have the guts to even thinking about confessing to them. Plus I wouldn’t be able to choose between the two. It didn’t help either that they didn’t get along with each other. Plus Bakugo and Todoroki wouldn’t go for a simple girl like me and I don’t think I could handle the rejection.

“Well fuck.” I heard Bakugo groan as we got off the bus. The three of us walked away and the bus drove off. I gulped as I watched it drive away, now alone with the two boys.

“How many places does UA have for training?” I asked out loud.

“Quite a few it would seem.” Todoroki answered. Bakugo scoffed as we walked for a few minutes. We had been taken outside the city limits to a river valley area for survival and reconnaissance training.

“Come on, we’re not here for small talk.” Bakugo growled. Todoroki looked at me and shook his head. We traveled in silence as we ventured towards the coordinates. I looked down at the GPS as we took a short break in a little grove. Bakugo was leaning back against a tree, foot propped up and Todoroki was kneeling, looking off in the distance.

“According to this, the mark is about…” The GPS in my hand glitches out. I tried to get it to work before it short circuited in my hand. “Ah!” I dropped the device and pulled my hand to my chest. It was stinging and numb in places.

“What happened?” Bakugo was in front of me in less than a second. He grabbed my wrist and brought my hand into view. I hissed as he touch a particular tender spot.

“The GPS short circuited in my hand.” I said. Todoroki came up and looked over my shoulder at my hand. “I did see that the mark was a few miles that way.” I pointed and took in big breath. I looked down at the GPS and toed at it. A cold sensation came across my injured palm. I gasped and saw Todoroki’s right hand over mine.

“Hopefully this helps.” He said. I nodded. Bakugo had picked up the device in the meantime. As we started walking again, a chill went up my spine. As if we was being watched. I stopped and scanned the woods around us.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Bakugo called back to me.

“I feel like we are being watched.” I said glancing at the two. I could see their guards go up. I went back to scanning the area. I froze when I saw a figure half hidden behind a tree. I met their eyes and saw a sadistic smile creep onto his face. “Shit!”

“Hope you’ve lived a full life because I’m about to end it.” The figure stepped out and I saw a sword grow from the wrist down. I got into stance as he got closer.

“Heh! You think you can take us down?” Bakugo yelled. I looked over my shoulder at the two boys. Todoroki was in fighting stance while Bakugo was just standing there un-phased. “I’d like to see you try.”

“Come at me, child!” The man said and broke into a run towards us. The sound of popping and the drastic changes in temperatures behind me told they ready. I activated my quirk and we charged forward.

~Time Skip~

Turns out there was more than the one man out here with us. There was at least a dozen other low level villains that accompanied him. We came out on top but not without a few injuries. I stumbled as we came to a small beach grove. I fell to the ground when my leg gave out.

“Shit, L/N are you alright?” Bakugo asked strained as he helped (carried) an unconscious Todoroki into the grove. He had a bad wound on his left side that was bleeding profusely while I just had a significant cut running down my right leg. Bakugo was relatively unharmed save for a few small cuts and bruises.

“Yeah, worry about Todoroki.” I motioned to the boy before I pulled myself across the ground to lean back against a tree. I maneuvered my leg carefully to set it down straight out. I watched as Bakugo set Todoroki down to lean back on a rock. He then pulled at the top of his hero costume to get to the wound.

“Crap.” Bakugo said under his breath. He pulled out his transmitter to try and contact the teachers but it was busted. All of ours were. He threw it to the side in annoyance.

“They were thorough, weren’t they?” I said with labored breath. He looked over at me and his eyes darted to my leg before meeting my eyes. I could see worry and near panic in his. A gasp drew both our attentions. Todoroki was coming too.

“What happened? Where are we?” He mumbled, trying to sit up.

“Stay down, Icyhot.” Bakugo lightly pushed him back down. They shared what looked to me a tender look. I cocked my head to the side in wonder and shock took over me when Bakugo reached up and cupped Todoroki’s cheek. He then ran a thumb across his cheek.

“Guys?” I said tentatively. Bakugo pulled away and cleared his throat, going back to Todoroki’s wound. Todoroki’s eyes landed on me with relief and concern.

“Are you alright, L/N?” He flinched but didn’t look away from me. I saw his gaze look over me and linger on my leg. I moved my other to interrupt his sight. He looked up at me disapprovingly before cringing as Bakugo removed pieces of debris from his wound. I flinched at the sound he made, biting my lip and looking away.

“Damn villains.” Bakugo growled. I closed my eyes as the pain in my leg got worse. I zoned out as the other two conversed quietly and Bakugo tended to the wound. I don’t know how much time passed until a hand on my shoulder pulled me out of my daze.

“Hey…” I greeted. He reached up and held my face in his hands. He looked over me. Concern was laced with his features.

“Anywhere else but your leg?” He asked. I shook my head. He nodded, taking one hand off my face to move the torn fabric around me leg. I cringed as the fabric drug over the wound, letting out a broken cry. “Shh. I know.” I felt his thumb trace my cheek. He was looking over the wound carefully when the last of my adrenaline drained from my body. I closed my eyes.

“Y/N?” I heard Todoroki but it sounded like he was far away. It got to the point where I couldn’t hold my head up, so I let it drop into Bakugo’s hand. “Y/N!”

“Hey, hey, hey. Stay with me, L/N.” I heard Bakugo beg and bring his hand back up. “Stay awake. Please.” His voice cracked.

“Bakugo, what’s going on? Is she alright?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know.” He was trying to get me to respond but I didn’t have the energy. “Come on, stay awake for me baby, please! Come on baby!” I think my mind was playing tricks on me because I swear I heard him say baby.

“Baku…Todo…” I passed out to the sound of them yelling for me.

I woke up with a groan and a throb in my leg. I tried to move but only flinched in the process. There was also a weight across my back that seem to keep my in place. I forced my eyes open but thought I hadn’t for a moment, it was so dark. My eyes adjusted to the dark, picking up on the moonlight that lit the area. The weight move across my back and I looked over to see Todoroki asleep and holding me into his right side.

“Huh…” I looked around and saw Bakugo sitting on a rock a few yards away. He was staring out over the river and gently tossing rock into the water. “Bakugo.” His head shot my way before he was up in a flash and running over.

“How are feeling? I know there isn’t much we can do for the pain but is there anything I can do?” He asked in a whirlwind. I reached out for him and he grabbed my hand tightly, bringing it up to his face. “I feel so useless right now. Both of you are hurt pretty bad and all I can do is…is sit here.” He sat down hard.

“You’re not useless, Baku…” I shifted and tried to sit up. He reached forward and helped me. “You’ll never be useless to me.”

“Me either.” Todoroki said quietly behind me. We turned to look at him. He reached his hand out and Bakugo gripped it tight. I looked between them and saw that tenderness again. A pang went through my chest. I pulled my hand away from Bakugo and looked away from them. In the corner of my eye, I saw his head whip towards me.

“Baby?” I stopped breathing for a second before slowly looking at him. I thought my ears were playing tricks on me earlier but now, I’m not so sure.

“Baby?” I whispered, looking at the two. They shared a look before those tender eyes I saw earlier were turned on me. The breath caught in my throat again.

“Yes, baby.” Todoroki said. He reached up and cupped my cheek. “We’re both in love with you. We have been for a long time.”

“It was a problem at first since we both wanted you. We fought more than usual and tried to do anything to put the other down.” Bakugo explained. He looked down ashamed. “But then we realized it was getting us nowhere. We also realized our feelings for each other.”

“So we coupled while also tried to think of a way to confess to you.” Todoroki said. I had seen Bakugo give a face of confusion before rolling his eyes at Todo’s terminology. “We knew it was a long shot that you would accept us both.”

“Since it’s not normal. Three people together?” Bakugo picked up where Todoroki left off. He tsked before looking down at our hands. “A long shot. More like impossible. We just wanted you to know…”

“Hey, hey.” I interjected when I realized where he was going. They looked at me surprised and expectantly. “Don’t go deciding what I think on your own.” I took a breath, looking out over the water. “I have been in love with you too. Both of you. For so long but I… I never said anything because I thought there was no chance that either of you would go for me.” It was silent for a minute.

“Why wouldn’t we?” Bakugo chuckled. I looked up at him. I saw nothing but love and admiration in his eyes. I turned to see the same in Todoroki’s. I bit my lip trying to hide a smile but couldn’t. I smiled wide while laughing a little.

“We wasted a lot of time didn’t we?” I looked up sheepishly. They smiled and looked at each other.

“Nothing we cannot make up.” Todoroki said running a thumb over my cheek. I nuzzled into his hand. Baku’s grip tightened on my hand. I looked over at him. He was looking at us with a soft smile.

“I like the soft side of you.” I whispered. He chuckled before giving me a playful look.

“Yeah? Well it’s only for you two.” He said. He reached up and cupped the back of my neck. He leant forward and kissed my forehead. I felt a kiss on my hand as well. I looked at my two boys before I noticed Todoroki flinching.

“How is your wound?” I asked. He looked down at his side.

“Could be better but I’ll live. Bakugo did the best with what he had, for the both of us.” I nodded and reached to push hair off his forehead. Baku got up and walked away. I finally looked around us. Only now did I realize that we were lounging against some sort of cabana. I looked at it before looking at Bakugo.

“What?” He was walking back with our water canisters we had. “I wasn’t going to leave you out in the open. Looked like it was going to rain and I didn’t want to deal with you being sick on top of injured.” He retorted. He handed us our water bottles and went to look at Todo’s wound.

“Definitely not useless.” I said. He glanced up at me before looking away bashful. Todo lifted Baku’s head by the chin before giving him a sweet kiss. I giggled at the blush that went across Baku’s cheek. His eyes darted between us.

“Shut up.” He growled under his breath. We both bit back a laugh. I shifted to get more comfortable. A tug on my leg caused me to freeze in pain.

“Ah.” I squeaked, gripping onto my knee. A hand immediately found purchase on my back as I heard shuffling.

“Careful, don’t move to much darling.” Todo said softly. Baku knelt in front of me. He helped me move back to where I was leaning on Todo’s uninjured side. I set my head back on his shoulder and he pressed a kiss to my temple.

“You’re hurt worse than me yet you’re comforting me as if you weren’t.” I felt his chest rumble with a chuckle.

“You’re leg is worse than you realize darling. Bakugo thinks they nicked your Achilles tendon.” My eyes widen in realization.

“Shit.” I said.

“Yep.” Bakugo said. He sighed before looking behind him. “I need to go and get Aizawa. There isn’t anything more I can do then make sure you’re comfortable. Damn. But I don’t want to leave you two here on your own with those shit head still out there.”

“Bakugo. I can still use my quirk and so can L/N. We are not entirely defenseless. Plus we don’t have to build a fire. I can keep us both warm. We’ll be okay for a time.” Todo assured him. Baku wasn’t completely convinced. “We’ll be okay. We are well hidden. Now go, just be quick and quiet.” Baku rolled his eyes at the last part.

“Fine. If I come back and find you two worse, I’ll maim you myself.” We laughed but agreed. He pressed a kiss to both of our heads before he was gone.

“Be safe.” I whispered.

“Don’t worry, darling. It��s Bakugo. You know how he gets. No matter reckless he is, gets the job done.” I shook my head in agreement before relaxing into him. He tightened his arm around me. “Rest now. He’ll be back before you know it.”

“Alright.” I slipped into an uneasy slumber.

The next time I woke up, I was in a bed. I groaned at the pulse that went through my head. I reached up and rubbing my temple. A hand gently pushing mine aside before taking over and also carding their fingers through my hair. I opened my eyes slowly to adjust.

“Good morning, darling.” I heard Todoroki whisper. I looked up at him. He was sitting next to the bed, leaning on his forearm. He was smiling down at me.

“Morning.” I said before nuzzling into my blanket. A soft groan caught my attention. I looked down the bed to see Bakugo asleep in what looked to be the most uncomfortable position ever. I giggled.

“Ridiculous, isn’t he?” Todo said chuckling. I nodded before turning on my back to sit up. A small pain came from my leg. I whimpered. “Careful. You’re leg still isn’t healed. You were to worn out for Recovery Girl to heal it properly.”

“How about you?” He leant back and lifted his shirt without hesitation. I blanched at his brazen act.

“Same situation but she was able to heal it to a better point.” I nodded, eyes lingering on his abs. I looked away as he let go of his shirt. Bakugo moved as he seemed to be waking up. He stretched, arms extending to full length as he looked around. His eyes landed on me.

“Hey baby. How are you feeling?” His raspy, morning voice sent a chill down my spine. He scooted closer and set a gently hand on my right leg.

“Better but my head is killing me.” I said, closing my eyes.

“I’ll go get Recovery Girl.” Todo said. He stood and leaned over to kiss my head. He walked behind Baku and gave him a peck too. Baku smiled and stood to switch seats. He pulled Todo’s chair even closer and leant on his forearms. He looked at me tenderly. He reached up and began rubbing my temple.

“I’m glad you’re okay. That you’re both okay.”

“Thanks to you.” I sighed and closed my eyes again. He started humming as I dozed. After a few minutes of this, two sets of footsteps walked back towards us. I lazily turned my head and saw Todo with Recovery Girl in tow.

“Hello there sweetie. How are you feeling?”

“My leg is throbbing lightly and I have a headache.” I shifted a bit and groaned. “Other than that I am sore.”

“As to be expected.” She hopped up on a chair and leant over the bed. She looked over me before activating her quirk. I cringed as her lips pulled away from my head but I felt better. She ran a few more test on both Todoroki and I before she let the three of us leave.

“Well that was an experience.” Baku said exasperated. I chuckle but agreed. I saw Todoroki nod. After another few minutes of walking, I stopped in my tracks. It only took a few seconds for them to notice and look back at me.

“Where do we go from here?” I said, looking at the pavement.

“What do you mean? We are heading back to the…”

“Not that Icy Hot!” Baku interrupted. It was silent for a moment.

“Oh.” I smiled at the boy’s coyness. He could be clueless sometimes. “Darling. I thought we made it clear by now. We both want you, very much.”

“I know that but…” I looked up at them. “Where do we do with that? Are we just friends? Are we more? Like a poly? Or are we…”

“Babe, babe.” Baku came up and held my face. “We can be whatever you want us to be. If you’re not ready right now to a take a step into a relationship with us, we can wait. If you want to take this so and start out with little stuff, we’ll do that to. If you want to jump right in, we’ll catch you.”

“It up to you.” Todo stood next to Baku. He replaced one of Bakugo’s hands so they were both holding my face. I smiled and reached up to hold their wrists. I thought about it for a moment before I launched myself at them, wrapping my arms around their necks in a hug.

“I don’t want to go slow but I don’t want to jump right in either. So something along the lines of a medium speed? All I know is I want to call both of you mine.” I felt their arms wrap around me and hold me tight. Todo rested his chin on top of my head and Baku nuzzled my hair. I relaxed into their arms, delighted I didn’t have to choose between the two.

Tags: @spicy-therapist-mom @dxnaii-rxse

[omniglitch-au]

Since you mentioned that Feedback can “taste” different energies, I’m definitely sticking to idea I’ve played with of Phoenix having electrokinesis.

After an incident that involved Phoenix needing to give Feedback a recharge, he had this to say.

Feedback: Thanks for the assist, IcyHot.

Phoenix: No prob… wait, “IcyHot”?

Feedback: Yeah, that what your energy makes me think of. Every energy has a different sort of… taste to me.

Phoenix: You can taste energy.

Feedback: Yeah. I know, it’s kinda weird.

Phoenix: To be fair, I’ve heard weirder things. So… what about my energy makes you think “IcyHot”?

Feedback: *chuckles* Your energy kinda tastes like a mix of Peppermint and Cinnamon.

Phoenix: Ohhhhh. Huh. You learn something new every day.

[jekacatrina]

A memory safe in my soul

I come with a humble gift for @a-hobit because their Bakudeku comic made me so happy and we had a super nice conversation in which they gave me green light to write this. I hope you like it, but no pressure, this was written with love and it's so self indulgent, like everything I write!

Izuku believed in giving his all in every fight, plus ultra. How could he not if he had grown next to Kacchan, both admiring All Might, the man who gave his everything? That being said, when it came to training, he did try to tailor his power to the person who asked to spar with him. The purpose behind accepting wasn’t always to hone his abilities, but to help his classmates improve. Therefore, whatever his friends needed from him and his skills, he did his best to deliver.

Problem with that was that he could still get carried away during a fight, especially with strong opponents. So when Todoroki asked him to spar, Izuku got excited. His friend was a brilliant fighter, and his quirk turned him into a hero who could shield and attack in equal opportunities.

Truth be told, Izuku hadn’t been training that hard prior to the request. He had been too preoccupied watching Kacchan go through his air maneuvers, working on breaking out a sweat despite the cold weather. Izuku could lie to himself all he wanted and say he was taking notes for Float and Black Whip, but honestly he just found him captivating. Every explosion was perfectly timed, not a movement wasted. Kacchan was inspiring, and he was hogging all his attention instead of letting him take advantage of the gym time.

Todoroki proved to be a great distraction, since Izuku loved to measure his progress in contrast to his classmates’, see how far he had advanced as he faced people who had had their quirks since birth, and he couldn’t help but to be a little competitive. That’s why when he managed to break through his ice and fire defenses, he forgot that what Todoroki had in raw power he lacked in hand to hand combat.

As his friend lifted a hand to fend him off, Izuku didn’t hesitate to kick it away hard, leaving him open to strike. He used the leverage to arch his other leg in a powerful second kick, which connected with his friend’s face and sent him sprawling, the ice that covered the floor serving as a slide, and Todoroki almost fell off the platform.

“Todoroki-kun, are you okay?!” Izuku promptly ran to him, his friend was getting on his hands and knees, shaking his head as if he was rearranging his thoughts or checking how many of his teeth rattled. “I’m so sorry, I went too hard, didn’t I?” He slid his hands under his armpits, pulling him from the edge, and helped him to his feet.

“Stop apologizing for hitting me during fights,” his voice was calm as usual, if a little winded. “I knew what I was getting into, Midoriya.” He raised his face to stare at him, and Izuku couldn’t stop a snort from escaping. “What?” Todoroki asked, dumbfounded.

“You might need to wash your face,” he replied, still laughing despite how rude it was, but he couldn’t help it. There was a clear imprint of the sole of his shoe on his friend’s face, black stripes and everything. Todoroki used his ice as a mirror, and the closest to a reaction he got was a few quick blinks.

“Oh, okay,” he walked to the edge of the training mat, lightly touching his cheek. Izuku failed to stifle his giggles, caught in his own bubble until he heard him.

“PFFFFF!”

He swirled and found Kacchan standing a couple of steps away from them. Izuku hadn’t seen him as Todoroki and he fought. Had he been watching the match?

As his friend passed next to Kacchan, he saw the red eyes open comically wide before he erupted in loud guffaws.

“For fuck’s sake, IcyHot, have you ever heard of ducking? I can almost read the nerd’s shoe brand on your face and that shit wore off years ago!” That was all he could get out before his childhood friend was doubled over, shoulders shaking as he brought a hand to his mouth, probably to smother his booming laugh, but not quite covering it, so Izuku had a perfect view of the corners of his lips lifted in an genuine grin, no bite or sharpness in it, just pure amusement.

Kacchan looked so young, and happy, and Izuku’s breath caught in his throat.

He stood there, drinking the sight of him with the same intensity he analyzed heroes, wishing he could commit to memory every single detail. Izuku touched his chest lightly when he felt a sweet and intense pang in it. He didn’t know a heart could crack from happiness, and all because he hadn’t heard Kacchan laugh like that in years.

His childhood friend turned to him, and their gazes met. Izuku gave him a tentative smile, and the laugh was gone, replaced by his battle smirk and smoldering eyes.

“What are you looking at, you damn nerd?” Kacchan said, marching to him, palms up and smoking already. “You’re looking for a real match? I’ll wipe the floor with you before you can even land a blow.”

Izuku activated One for All, energy coursing through his body and lighting him up inside. Kacchan was really the fire in him; he was incapable of refusing a challenge from him. Well, he was incapable of rejecting anything from him.

Whatever Kacchan was willing to give him, Izuku would take it, and he would do it with a smile.

“I’m ready when you are, Kacchan,” he taunted him, raising his guard.

The blond ran to him, and blasted his palms under him before reaching him, flying over his head in an arch and easily avoiding his punches. Immediately after landing, Kacchan ducked out of the way of a kick, smirking before releasing an explosion which was pure smoke, obscuring his field of vision. Izuku thought back on the notebook with the quirks of his OFA predecessors. Even with just one quirk, Kacchan was his perfect match.

Just before they clashed again, Izuku sent up a wish to whoever was listening:

Let Kacchan and I smile together someday. Just once, I want to be the reason he’s smiling.

In the meantime, Izuku would save the memory of this moment safely in his soul for future strength: Kacchan laughing, safe and content.

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Thank you for reading, I had such a blast writing this! Hope you guys liked it, I just can't wait to see how their relationship is going to change now that everything is out in the open!

[aestheticanimegirl15]

Hi! Could you do the meeting their future s/o headcanons but with Izuku, Denki, and Shoto? Thank you if you do it!!

Meeting their future s/o 

Paring: Izuku, Denki, Shoto

Tw: mentions of pregnancy and slight cursing.

OMG YESSS I love taking requests!! Thank you so much!!🥰Sorry this took so long. Anyway I really hope you like this. Sorry for bad grammar and/or spelling. Stay safe and beautiful 🦋🌸✌🏻

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Izuku🌸

🌸Poor Izuku would be so flustered but concerned when you fell out of a portal (heavily pregnant) and into his lap. His face would be as red as Kirishimas' hair as he stuttered out questions and "I'm so sorry!!"

🌸 Would only get worse when he sees you wearing a shirt with a much older version of him on it in his hero costume striking a pose. 

🌸 You find it adorable and mutter, behind the hand covering your smile, about how much he's changed since high school. Izuku hears this and internally crashes, like he physically freezes. 

🌸 Did he know you? I mean you did kinda look like a girl he saw at the sports festival. He tried to figure out if you were or not but couldn't piece it together. 

🌸 In the end you had to explain that you were from the future and that he didn't know you yet. But you knew him and that you were his wife.

🌸Poor baby almost fainted when he heard that tbh. Izuku never thought that he would get married, let alone have kids. He was always too caught up trying to become a hero that he really didn't have room to think about getting a girlfriend. Not to mention he had never even thought about having kids. It wasn't completely off the table for him though. He just thought he would end up alone.( poor baby)

🌸But as Izuku helped you sit down on his bed, he didn't mind the idea, especially since he sees how you carefully rub your stomach with your left hand that proudly showed off your engagement and wedding rings. 

🌸He was going to ask some more questions (mostly because he never thought that a time manipulating quirk could exist.) But another portal opened and older Izuku came RUNNING in. Like full on sprint. Future Izuku checked you over multiple times even with you repeating that you were ok. 

🌸 Future Izuku turned to his current self and smiled "Thank you for taking care of her. You don't know it yet but she will be the center of your entire universe." Current Izuku blushed again and managed to get out a "You're welcome." Before his future self and you disappeared. 

🌸 Also turns out you were the girl from the festival!! 

🌸He had written down something in his notebook about your quirk and when he went to ask you about it all the pieces clicked. (He never got to ask you about your quirk; he got flustered and ran off.)

Denki ⚡

⚡ He was just in his room gaming and then a girl falls in his lap, makes him drop his controller, and makes him lose his killing streak. To say the least he was kinda pissed but it quickly dissolved when he saw you with a ,just noticeable, baby bump.

⚡ He kinda freezes for a moment before freaking out a bit. Asking if you were ok and making sure he didn't accidentally shock you from the sudden wave of nervousness. ( He didn't which made him feel better.)

⚡ " I'm fine Denki but I made you lose your game." You said pouting but quickly realized that you weren't talking to you're Denki and you were talking to his younger self and you placed a hand over your mouth. 

⚡Pikachu.exe has crashed and rebooted. How did you know his name? He definitely knows he hasn't seen you anywhere before. "How do you know my name?" 

⚡ You blush lightly and try to explain without confusing the poor pokemon anymore. "Well I um...how do I explain this. Yea ok, so I'm from the future and I'm your fiancé." 

⚡ Surprisingly he actually took it well (he didn't short circuit I mean). Denki actually got excited and was smiling so bright that it almost blinded you. 

⚡He never thought he would be able to find a person who even liked him. He has tried to get girlfriends before but they all turned him down ( for the most part) but here you were standing in HIS room saying you were his FIANCE. 

⚡ He was going to ask more questions but another portal appeared and an older ( and also in his eyes "cooler") version of Denki came out and he ran over to you and gave you such a big hug that you couldn't fit a piece of paper between you two.

⚡ Future Denki easily picked you up and wrapped his arms under your thighs to stabilize you. But before he walked back through the portal he turned to his current self and winked saying "Don't worry you'll  find her. But little hint go to that convenience store you skate too at 4 am." 

⚡ Denki was honestly so excited next time he skated to the convenience store and saw you working( you had a part time job there). He sneakily snuck his phone number to you on a small slip of paper in between some money he gave you ( he bought an energy drink).

⚡ He also accidently blew the lights out in his room when he saw you had texted him. To which had him yelled at by Iida saying he should have more control over his quirk.

Shoto 🧊🔥

🧊 He was actually at his home instead of the dorms when this happened.( They let the students go home for holidays if they wanted to but he was kinda forced) Shoto had just gotten in his room to cool down from almost starting a fight with his dad….again. He could practically feel his blood boil as he closed his door and flopped on his bed. 

🔥 He closed his eyes for a second but quickly opened them once he felt a pressure suddenly hit his chest. Shoto quickly looked at what it was and it was you ( the portal had opened just above his bed). 

🧊 His face quickly heated up some and helped you sit up and stood up. The heat didn't go away when he noticed you were pregnant ( about 5 months) and was wearing a shirt with him on it. Except that version of him had long hair that had been tied up in a bun to reveal an undercut. 

🔥 Shoto snaps out of his small daze and starts to ask if you were ok and apologize (you don't know why though since you were the one who fell on him). 

🧊 "Sho it's ok, me and the baby are fine." You said looking down at your stomach before looking at Shoto before noticing it wasn't your Shoto. It was his younger self, who right now looks about ready to pass out. 

🔥 IcyHot has crashed literally. Shoto stumbled backward a little but managed to catch himself. At first he didn't believe you. I mean come on. For starters he never thought he would get with anyone, that doesn't mean he didn't get offers, no, he had plenty of offers but he never took any of them up, because well he just never thought of being in any sort of relationship. 

🧊 Second him and kids? Completely out of the question in his mind. He actually planned on never having kids because he never wanted to turn out like….well you know who. The faint idea of having children made him terrified. But yet here you were sitting on his bed claiming you were his whatever and that you were carrying HIS kid. 

🔥 Shoto ended up believing you for the sole purpose of the fact you were pregnant. He hesitantly sat beside you but gave you a fair amount of distance making you giggle. 

🧊 "I don't bite you know. I know right now this seems crazy and I know what you're thinking but I'm real-" you placed a hand on your stomach for emphasis"We're real and you're the best dad in the whole multiverse." You smiled kindly and reached for his hand slowly. He flinched a little when you grabbed it but relaxed until you placed his hand on your stomach. 

🔥 He was about to ask who you were considering the fact he is going to be dating you but another portal and an older version of him came rushing in. The older version had his two toned hair pulled up into a messy bun but there were some loose strands that framed his face. The older version of him rushed and hugged you tightly whispering almost incoherent words saying things like ( "Are you ok? Please tell me you're ok." And "I'll protect you I made a promise remember?") 

🧊 He picked you up and looked down at his younger self (he had grown considerably taller since then) and smiled before rushing back through the portal. Shoto smiled back lightly before his phone started buzzing. He picked it up to see the class group chat talking about a transfer student named (y/n). He smiled more already knowing who you were.

[hutaoscoffinn]

Alright broski for Bakugo, Deku, Todoroki, Tamaki, Overhaul and Chrono, who’s a dom, who’s a sub and who’s a switch?

CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP

Oh YES I love this one

Bakugo: a FUCKING DOM. Hes a hugeee fucking brat tamer and takes absolutely no shit from anyone. Like good lord you cannot order this man around for absolute shit. You either listen to him or get punished and thats that

Deku: hes a switch. Hes such a switch. Does he lean dom though? Fat yes. I say switch because hes a little shy but once he gets into that headspace? Hang on tight because you’re fucked literally and metaphorically

Todoroki: ah yes Mr Icyhot himself. Yeah hes a dom. A soft dom, but a dom no less. He would rather kiss a frog than reliquish control. You tried to dom him once and he couldnt take it and had to take control back. Hes open to trying things but giving up control? Especially after living with Endeavor? Yeah hes never being pushed around even in the bedroom

Tamaki: A WHOLE SWITCH but he DEFINITELY leans towards dom. People in this fandom forget that anxiety =/= being a sub. Yeah he has anxiety but lord almighty when he gets comfortable doing the devil’s tango? Yeah you’re fucked. Especially if his s/o is a sub. He will enjoy that sweet control.

Overhaul: this man would rather die than give up control. Hes a full bred dom through and fucking through. Like LORD HAVE MERCY on those poor legs. If he senses even an ounce, a whole drop of attitude? Yeah expect some major punishment because he will NOT have it. In the bedroom its his way or none at all. Period.

Chrono: ah yes Mr. “I can slow people down like a fucking badass.” Yeah hes a dom. The man’s best friend is Overhaul for christ sake. He can take more of your shit than Mr Kai Chisaki but he doesnt tolerate a lot of it. I mean did you see how he pinned down Aizawa? Dom energy. If you try to top him he will use his quirk on you and force you into submission

[xexiar]

Keep Watching. 34

Ch33 Ao3

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Chapter 34

I can’t believe that peppermint-haired bastard had the nerve to challenge Deku in front of me. The audacity of that extra. And then I have to deal with that annoying teacher who always looks like she’s naked. Sometimes, I wonder what was wrong with all these clowns. If it weren’t for the fact that she was a decent teacher, I would have agreed with most of these damn extras’ about her outfit. “Your student representative is Bakugo Katsuki!” Well, no surprise there. I did get first place in the entrance exam. It's just proving how all these extras are beneath me.

As I approached the stage, my nerves began to act up. I knew I needed to stay calm, just like every other time I was in the spotlight. All I had to do was say something to get everyone off their game. It seemed so simple. So why was my throat getting dry when I looked out at the crowd? To focus, I tried to keep my eyes on one spot. When I saw Deku, suddenly I became calm, and the noise around me went silent. “I’m going to take first place! Make no mistake about it!”

As I went back into the crowd, the nose returned. But it didn’t matter. I don’t care about the rest of the extras, but the extras in my class better make it to the final round. With that out the way, it’s time to put words into action. While red glass went about announcing the first event, I tried to stay calm.

No matter how often I was put on display for strangers to judge me, it never got easier. I was still getting nervous, and my palms were getting dangerously sweaty. Just need to remember that trick the old man taught me about getting through stage fright. He always kept telling me to repeat the same thing. To keep my eyes on the prize and ignore the world around me. It usually helped to where I zoned out everything and everyone around me.

But what would be my prize in this stupid event? Besides winning the Sports Festival, which I knew would be easy. There needs to be something ease since my dad’s trick isn’t working. I’m still shaking. Then I automatically started to look through the crowd and spotted Deku and peppermint hair. That’s it! My prize will be making sure those two knew I was better than them. Especially making sure that half-half bastard learns he challenged the wrong person. Everyone will know my name by the end of this. I will prove everyone wrong about me!

Once the first challenge was chosen, I took another breath and got my head in the game. An obstacle course shouldn’t be too hard. Oh, how wrong I was. Besides the annoying tight exit, the half-half bastard tried to freeze everyone in place. But I easily got out of that situation. Then came those damn mechs. Why bother fighting these when the whole point was to make it to the finish line first. And I wasn’t going to allow that peppermint hair to get there before I did.

I was close to his tail until we came to the line mines. Up until this point, I have been trying to be careful not to overuse my quirk. If I learned anything these past two weeks, it’s better to conserve as much energy as I can. Especially since I wanted to be at my best for when it finally was time to fight. That was until there was a large explosion behind me. And when I turned to look, I was in disbelief. Damn it, Deku!

As I picked up the pace and used my quirk to boost my speed, I saw from the corner of my eye that even Icyhot gave up on not using his quirk for this obstacle. We were neck and neck as we were near the end of the minefield. That’s when I felt something on my shoulder before it pushed me down and back. But before I could process what just happened, a large explosion threw me back, making me land on my rear end. I quickly got up and I saw that Icyhot was back running ahead. No fucking way I was losing!

Damn it! I was just a few seconds slower. It felt like my lungs were burning when I finally stopped next to peppermint hair. While I tried to catch my breath, I stared between scarface and Deku. Why didn’t the nerd look as out of breath as the rest of us? I always hated that. It was another one of those small details that bugged me to no end. Maybe I should work more on running and my lung endurance.

As I got crowded by so many extras, it was suffocating. And I couldn’t make a team if I had no idea what everyone’s quirks were. But thankfully, that shitty hair approached me. That’s one person I knew what they could do. Even though he was trying to sell me on why I should have him on my team, I had already made up my mind. Then I spotted pinky nearby and even smiley. This would be a perfect team.

“Change of plans.” While we went after the disrespectful blonde extra, I had to make my next move count. Thankfully, I had the perfect team. I not only was able to learn what his teammates could do, it made my next choice clear for victory. Now, with enough points to stay in the running. But before we could go after Deku and Icyhot, time ran out. Damn it! We didn’t get first, but we at least made it to the final round.

While everyone started to walk out of the stadium, I happened to notice how half-and-half pulled Deku to the side. So, keeping out of sight, I stood behind and listened. Damn, that kid has issues. But that wasn’t none of my business. Especially with that strange assumption that All Might was Deku’s father. That is impossible. I’ve known the nerd for almost my whole life. If anything, Deku was just copying All Might because he’s a nerd like that. Scarface and everyone at least make a point about how Deku’s quirk seemed similar to the number one hero. But that was nothing. And the nerd did spend a lot of time with him. Properly being the nerdy shit he was.

Yet, hearing about how Icyhot was only born to do what his father couldn’t just sickened me. I knew about quirk marriages since people kept whispering that’s how I was born. Especially when those damn teachers and sore losers blame my parents for only getting together because of their quirks. That always seemed to set the hag off. Even the old man had clearly felt insulted. Then, when my folks tried to explain what everyone was talking about, it never made any sense. And hearing peppermint hair talk about it finally clicked what my folks were trying to tell me. But I can’t focus on that now.

Damn it, nerd! Why do you still do that? Saying how you got help to get here sounds so pathetic. That’s impossible. You need to give yourself more credit. Damn it! Why am I even caring about this? I need to get my mind in the game. That money baby and nerd are still my competition, and I will win. But first, I need to eat so I can fight at my absolute best.

“Uraraka?” Why did that name sound so familiar? When I heard a slight squeak behind me, I looked to find the sound. It’s then I saw that round cheeks was trying to use her pompoms to hide. Could she be this Uraraka? As I repeated the name in my head, it started to click. Now that I think about it, where did I hear the name before? Deku would say it a lot when he addressed doom head. So she really was my first opponent.

This only meant I couldn’t go easy on her. Not because she was a girl, but the fact she hung out with the nerd. Which was more dangerous. There’s a chance that Deku would help her plan a strategy to take me down. Now I have to figure out what would be the best way to counter whatever that nerd could think about. It’s then that I recall some of how that extra’s quirk works. At that, I couldn’t help but let a smirk cross my face.

As long as she can’t touch me, I would have the upper hand. But there was also the possibility round face would try to use my quirk against me. Which could mean that I would need to stay grounded. Along with paying attention to her every action. I can’t let my guard down. Especially since that damn nerd would definitely give her pointers on how to take me down. So beating her would also equal to winning against Deku’s strategy.

When I got to the stands, with the rest of the extras from my class, it felt so suffocating. With how close everyone was sitting. I was grateful to see a seat that was at the end. There was no way I would sit where I couldn’t get out if needed. But the moment I sat down, that damn shitty hair came near me. “Hey, Bakugo! Are you just as hyped as the rest of us?” I just side-eye him before bringing back my focus to the center of the stadium. “Come on, bro. Don’t be that way.”

“What’s wrong with Bakugo?” I heard pinky and someone else giggling. But I tried to tune them out. There’s no way they would understand that I’m trying to keep my focus on the end goal. Yet, someone just had to shove my shoulder.

“What the hell do you want!” When I looked, it was shitty hair. At that, he placed his arm around my shoulders. I tried to push him off me. I don’t need the distractions. “Get off!”

“Chill out, bro. Your match is the last one. So, relax till then.”

I gave one more hard push at shitty hair’s face and got him off me. He fell back to the next chair behind him. “How about you take things seriously! Regardless of whether my match was first or last, that doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I stay on my game and win this thing.”

Shitty hair rubbed his face as he returned to the rest of the class of idiots. “Whatever, man.” I didn’t miss the hateful expression my classmates gave me before looking away. The same expression everyone had given me all my life. At least they all got the hint and moved far away from me as much as possible. Just then, the first match was announced to begin. When I looked at the big screen, I couldn’t help but let out a frustrated sigh. Seriously, nerd. You really don’t know how to deal with getting your photo taken. But you were able to be fine before. What changed now?

As I watched the match, I felt uneasy about how Deku suddenly started to turn around. So, the troll doll’s quirk was a type of mind control. And, of course, the nerd fell for it. Didn’t tails was going to talk to him about the troll? But what caught my attention was how the nerd got back in control. I wonder what happened that he was able to activate his quirk like that. After all, a person has to be conscious to use their quirk. What could have happened that the nerd was able to do so subconsciously?

Next was the match was peppermint hair and smiley. Now, what was wrong with him? Icyhot seemed to overdo it with his ice quirk. Does this have to do with the conversation he had with Deku? Or how his father was in the stands, watching? Either way, half-and-half clearly didn’t have his head in the game. Which can either go in my favor or against me if I’m not careful. Once that match was over, I decided to walk around. I saw enough to know that I had nothing to worry about.

…

Even All Might seemed confused about what I saw. It was hard to explain to him that I saw eyes staring right back at me. Especially when I couldn’t tell if they were real or all in my head. But after talking to All Might, I went about trying to meet up with my class. And that’s when I ran into Endeavor. As intimidating as the guy was, I couldn’t back down. After what Todoroki told me, his father is just full of himself. Todoroki deserves better than whatever this guy did.

After my encounter with the number 2 hero, I somehow bumped into someone else. The force had me falling back on my butt. Was I not paying attention again? “Sorry.” As I got up, I slowly noticed the boots. I quickly looked up. “Kacchan!”

Kacchan had his arms folded as he looked angry at me. “Watch it, nerd.” I knew it. Before I could apologize, he heavily poked my forehead. “What the fuck happened with the troll doll?”

“Troll doll?” I finally looked at Kacchan’s face before quickly looking away. “Do you mean my match with Shinso?”

“What else would I be talking about?”

Why was Kacchan yelling at me? Did I do something wrong? “I’m not sure.” I couldn’t help but fidget with my hands as an uneasy quiet settled between us.

“Your next match is with the Icyhot bastard.” I quickly looked back at Kacchan. It was then I saw how he was looking away. “You better not fuck up.” He then stepped closer to me and pinched my cheek. “I want to earn my win. So, only the absolute best is allowed to face me.” That’s when he let go of my cheek and sucked his teeth. “You got that, nerd.”

I rubbed my cheek as I nodded. “Understood, Kacchan.”

“Good.” He then used his thumb to point behind him. “The rest of the idiots are 3 exits that way. On the 3rd exit, take the stairs.”

“Thank you, Kacchan.” I couldn’t help but smile as I walked past him. But I do wonder why he was not with everyone else.

[cali-is-my-canvas]

MHA RAVE AU HEADCANONS

Part 1

Ok so I had started artworks for this idea because being a weeb and a raver, it only made sense to me.

So here’s a list of the MHA characters (all 18+) and what I think they’d be like as ravers including the genre, style and uh….. “party favors” they’d indulge in if they do indulge.

Izuku Midoriya

You can’t convince me that Deku isn’t a baby raver. He’s one of those that starts off wide eyed and so excited to start raving.

Definitely a budding Kandi Kid. He loves making kandi and trading with other people and he definitely takes videos or pics of his trades to add to his scrapbook.

Is the kind of baby raver that scrapbooks for his memories of each show/festival he goes to. He saves the admission bands and takes tons of pics.

Is fairly mainstream with his taste is DJs but will go to check out other sub genres if he goes with other groups. Mostly along the lines of Zedd, The Chainsmokers, David Guetta. Very house/pop vibes.

He’s very comfy style. Is big on merch shirts. Has a Fanny pack and a camel pack with essentials like gum, water, hair ties, a mini first aid kit, power banks, a couple fans and Vick’s.

Is the kind of guy that is very sweet so girls flock to him to either treat him like baby or flirt with him cuz he’s good boi. Will lift people on his shoulders, guy or girl.

Light show caretaker. He’s the one who holds your hand, fans you, will probably sit you in his lap whether you’re a guy gal or non binary pal.

His rave name is either Deku or Broccoli.

Izuku isn’t one to take any kind of “party favors”. If anything, he’s the one making sure everybody else is staying hydrated and safe. Usually the designated driver.

OFA gives him great strength which proves very useful when going to 3 day festivals as he ends up as the pack mule. Along with the multitude of other quirks attached ro OFA, he uses them as needed.

Shoto Todoroki

Wasn’t really ecstatic about raving but also didn’t hate the idea. He kinda just tagged along because Izuku wanted to go.

Also very big on house/pop/mainstream stuff. Will listen to trance on occasion but he has to really be in the mood.

Only really takes pics if he remembers or if Izuku tells him to. He likes to enjoy the shows in the moment.

Because he’s from a rich family, he usually gets to have VIP passes and will either sneak his friends in or just flat out walk them in. No fucks given.

Also very comfy. Will take his shirt off only if it gets too hot. Very little kandi but faithfully wears the one Izuku gave him.

Gets hit on a lot. Gives the strong silent type vibes so he lures in the girls but he’s kinda clueless. Will help put people on his shoulders if they ask but he’s not one to offer.

Not a big “party favor” person so he’ll just drink every now and again.

I feel like his rave name will be IcyHot, Peppermint, or something along those lines.

His dual-quirks of ice and fire help tremendously in warming people up or cooling them down.

Katsuki Bakugou

Katsuki took a bit of convincing but when he heard the boom of the bass, he was hooked. He loves the heavy beats and drops and loves to mosh pit.

Is a kandi kid but focuses more on head banging and rail breaking. The ones he trades kandi with are usually the ones he liked head banging with or got good vibes from. Will infamously wear his kandi gauntlets to festivals.

He is HEAVY on the bass. Very into hard style, dubstep, deathstep, drum and bass and moombatah. Sullivan King, Excision, Dion Timmer, etc.

Loves doing that headbanger thing with Kirishima where they lock hands and headbang at each other. Will also break his neck with Kirishima.

Absolutely is the type of guy to be shirtless the entire time. Will vary between bandanas, face masks, kandi masks or gas masks. Camel pack is a necessity and so is gum and vicks.

Does get hit on but his aggressive nature is off putting to most. Takes pics with a lot of people because of his Kandi gauntlets. If he does click with somebody he’s very possessive and the “party favors” make him very flirtatious and grabby but he’s v respectful.

Gives amazing back/shoulder rubs. Will usually put a girl in his lap when she gets a light show so she’s not uncomfy on the floor. For guys, he’s very selective but good vibes unless you give off Chad energy.

If he didn’t click with anybody at the show/festival and is feeling touchy feely, Kiri is his go to. Even if Kiri makes a connection, you’ll often see Katsuki close by and being the “tag team top” to Kiri.

Definitely uses “party favors”. Prefers E and acid. Big on Kandi Flipping. Will try Jedi Flipping but doesn’t wanna overdo it.

His rave name is either Dynamite or Grenade. Was almost gonna be Kacchan when he went with Izuku but he shut that down real fast.

His explosion quirk comes in handy with hyping up the crowd with mini explosion. They also double for giving light shows. Likes watching faces melt.

Kyoka Jirou

I definitely think she’s one of the ones that introduced everyone to raving to open up their music taste.

She listens to a little of everything but prefers house, trance, techno and probably a little psy-trance.

She’s definitely a budding DJ/Producer. Has her own EPs out on SoundCloud and shit. Definitely invites everyone she knows to her shows.

Not so big on kandi but she loves spreading the PLUR vibes. Will give hugs, braid hair, have spare hair ties, etc.

Super into hearing different types of music so will definitely wander around different stages.

Style is very lax but also very rocker. Ripped tank tops, fishnets, leg wraps face masks, boots.

Sometimes partakes in “party favors” but very low doses. Mostly E or molly water

She’s the kind that will give amazing massages when someone is getting a light show. Does get hit on but usually ends up befriending everybody.

Her raver name is tricky. I feel like she’d get something Joane Jet or something very rocker.

Her quirk is tricky for this environment. It can be a hit or miss. Because of the volume she obviously can’t amplify the sound. Because her ear jacks can move on their own, she usually is the one catching people’s stuff, getting a better grip on them etc.

Ochako Uraraka

Very bubbly and upbeat. Definitely pop-ish/mainstream vibes. Will randomly be on a bass kick and it’s frightening.

She was super excited to go to a rave and was very baby raver but she loves it now.

She’s definitely the type to wear the cutesy outfits with tutus and bright colors and patterns and the body glitter everywhere and jewels. Probably leg warmer floofs.

Loves Kandi and trading kandi. Super friendly and bubbly. Makes friends with everybody.

Carries a fanny pack with the basics. Usually relies on Izuku for water and stuffs.

She’s a molly water chick. No debating. She can’t take a whole dosage. She’s gotta take it in Gatorade or water. Has to be watched cuz her bubbly nature makes her wander off so she’ll usually be tethered to somebody.

Usually hyping up the light show artist while they melt your face off. Will fan you off, hold your hand, give you shoulder and scalp massages.

I feel like her nickname would be something like Pinkie Pie or Bubbles. Very fitting for her personality.

Her quirk is definitely a god send for the other vertically challenged ravers. She’ll use her quirk to help float up to get a better view. Izuku is usually nearby keeping Ochaco and whoever she floats in his hands so they don’t float away.

Eijirou Kirishima

Is good boi himbo who wanted to be included. Listened to dubstep and loved it.

Very much into dubstep, hard style, deathstep and moombatah. Drum and bass too because of Katsuki.

Is a headbanger and rail breaker. Loves doing the hand holding, head banging thingy with Bakugou and is always ready to dive into the moshpits. Is totally that guy that’s crazy in mosh pits but then profusely apologizes after.

Trades kandi like it’s water. He’s so cute and always down to make trades.

Is absolutely big good himbo boi who drank his respecc womens juice. He will happily give them a lift on his shoulders and will fight everybody who disrespects any girl at the raves. Douchebag Chads beware.

Relies on Katsuki for stuff like water and gum and shit.

Will partake in some “party favors” and makes sure he doesn’t dose too high so he can keep an eye out for the females in his group. E, Molly and Acid are a yes. Shrooms scare him

His rave name is totally Daddy Shark or Jaws or something shark related.

Unbreakable gives Kiri great strength which, much like Izuku, makes him one of the packmules for festivals. Also keeps him unscathed by moshpits and makes him a terror to Chads that are quick to throw hands.

Tsuyu Asui

Was invited to a show by Jirou at first but always tags along with Izuku and Ochaco and Shoto. The bigger the crowd the better.

I feel like while she’s very cute and bubbly, her outfits are more on the conservative side. Still cute and slightly sexy but she’s heavy on the frog aesthetic. Lots of greens and Froggies. Braid to keep her hair out of the way.

Also very mainstream. House heavy. Pop main.

Comfy shoes are a must. Has a camel back that is always filled with water. Carries a giant fan and always has Kandi. During the day, she likes to carry an umbrella so the sun isn’t such a pain.

Has tried “party favors” and every now and again she’ll partake. Prefers super light drinking around her group tho.

Is hit on but is always very nice to turn people down. She’s more focused on the fun and her friends rather than hooking up or anything.

Her froggy quirk isn’t of too much in the rave environment other than using that long tongue to reign in her wander friends.

Denki Kaminari

Was introduced to raving by Jirou and loves it. He’s definitely her hype machine, promoting her shows, pushing merch and even volunteering to use his quirk for lighting during her sets.

Will definitely join the Bakusquad at the hard style and dubstep stages. Also loves techno and moombatah. Loves the high energy stuff.

Neons and glow in the darks are big in his rave wardrobe. Can and will rock fishnets with pride. Tank tops are more common but will go shirtless if it gets too hot or he gets too touchy feely. Kind of a cyberpunk feel sometimes.

Is a die hard kandi kid. Usually has them in the theme of video games or anime. Basically his arms are covered in kandi but the ones from his friends stay safe in a Fanny pack.

As an avid raver, he knows what you need and has it when you need it. Chapstick? Check. Gum? Tons. Lighters? Honey it’s a sin that you’re even asking.

Absolutely partakes in “party favors” and gets very handsy and flirtatious. Is respectful but can be a handful. Usually ends up being babysat by Jirou. E, Molly, acid and shrooms.

Is a huge flirt. I personally feel like he’s Pan so the whole crowd is fair game for his flirting. Hella good kisser with guys girls and non binaries. Uses his quirk for minimal stimulation.

His quirk is definitely a raver’s delight. He’s usually the one helping power people’s phones, helping keep machines running in the off chance the power surge is too much. Uses it for stimulation during make out sessions or light shows. Will also give light shows. Can’t do it for too long though because the light shows require a lot of focus on maintaining the output to smaller levels.

His rave name is Pikachu and I’m not taking any arguments/complaints/criticisms.

Tenya Iida

Was invited a rave and didn’t mind it but too chaotic for his taste.

He’s usually the guy working the rave at the water stands, merch stands or medical tent.

Rave dad vibes. Yells to not run, drink water and highly discourages use of “party favors”.

Has been hit on a couple times but is a dork and it usually goes over his head.

T-shirts and cargo shorts are his staple outfit. Always with a camel pack

His engine quirk helps him get from one end of the festival grounds to the other in no time flat so he has a specific path for him to run through cuz those speeds will knock a bitch out.

Even though he doesn’t really rave he was given a rave name and it’s Sonic.

Mina Ashido

The epitome of a fucking rave queen. She’s one of the other reasons that everybody else got into raving.

Is everywhere. She listens to a bit of everything. Loves the energy of dubstep, loves shuffling to techno, can and will throws elbows in a mosh pit at a hard style stage and will sing with you at the mainstream stages.

She’s definitely a brand ambassador and wears all the cutest outfits with the coolest patterns and most awesome styles. Tastefully sexy outfits that show off just enough.

Absolutely a kandi kid. Very alien friendly themed kandi. Full arms of traded kandi and kandi that is yet to be traded.

She’s a super bright personality that draws people in. She gets equal attention from guys and girls and non binaries and will gladly make out with anybody that gives her a good vibe.

Definitely partakes in “party favors”. Loves Kandi Flipping and Jedi flipping. Is the kind to chew her cheek raw so she needs either a pacifier or lots of gum.

For obvious reasons, her quirk is a no no. Shooting acid everywhere? Yea let’s not.

Her rave name is Alien Queen or ET Babe

Hanta Sero

Absolutely loves raving and I’m gonna stick with the Latino HC. He is a moombatah and trap king. Also loves artists like Deorro that have a lot of Latin fusion in their stuff. When “Bailar” came out, he played it for hours on end.

Very lax clothes. Very much stoner style. But on rare occasions he goes with the Chad aesthetic. Has that undercut but with longer hair up top style and will often swing it it up in a man bun.

He’s a promoter for sure. Usually has access to backstage because he gets in good with DJs.

Does use “party favors” but is mainly 4/20 friendly. Loves shotgunning. Is usually the guy that carries extra “party favors”. Will def go on an acid or shroom trip with first timers.

Very sexually fluid so good vibes are pretty much all that are required. Hella god dancer and uses that to his advantage.

Has all the essentials. Especially lighters. Is the one that remembers the eye drops.

His rave name is definitely Papi or Rey (Spanish for King).

His quirk is another one that doesn’t have much use other than to wrangle in his wandering friends.

Momo Yaoyorozu

Wasn’t keen on going at first but when she saw that even Shoto was going, she thought she’d give it a try. Is another rich kid so does have the VIP access for the sake of having a good/comfy place to sit and rest.

Mainstream for sure. Very pop heavy vibes. Some house and trance

Very much the rave mom. Keeping everybody hydrated and safe.

Given that her quirk relies heavily on her energy and all that, she doesn’t partake in party favors

Tries to keep it cute but usually ends up looking more on the sexy side.

She’s been convinced to be a brand ambassador for the sake of modeling the clothes. But she always asks for the more covered up options.

Is too busy taking care of everybody to worry about meeting people.

Her quirk is perfect for raving. Being able to create anything certainly has come in handy. Makes her a god send to those who forgot something like lighter, chapstick, hair tie etc.

Her rave name would probably be Mama Momo.

Hitoshi Shinsou

Now this guy is heavy into psy-trance. Think more along the lines of artists like Infected Mushroom.

He’s the connect that everybody goes to. Meaning yes, he partakes in party favors. Particularly the psychedelics like shrooms and acid.

Very cyber punk/street wear vibes. Comfy but still fits that aesthetic. Absolutely uses either his voice mask or a gas mask.

He gives the mysterious vibe so he has a lot of people drawn to him. I feel like he gives major Pansexual vibes. He’ll mainly go make out with Denki if he’s solo.

Just a basic Fanny pack with a few things in it like gum, chapstick, lighter.

Definitely a glover. Loves giving light shows because it almost feels like he’s using his quirk.

Can use his quirk in this type of environment but the loudness makes it tricky. Will mainly use it for the purpose of making sure people take care of themselves.

Fumikage Tokoyami

I feel like Tokoyami would definitely be into more dubstep and psytrance.

He was very open minded about raving and definitely wanted to try it at least once.

Occasionally partakes in party favors but likes to be lucid.

Is also a glover like Shinsou. But with Dark Shadow, he can go all out with the tricks and visuals.

Very casual and comfortable. Baggy t shirts and sweats. Will sometimes dress with a cyber punk aesthetic if he feels like adding a little extra oomf.

Trades some kandi but not always.

Dark shadow is a conversation starter and the darkness proves to be particularly tricked but because there are constant sources of light (glow sticks, laser light shows, etc) it’s easily tamable.

Won’t put anybody on his shoulders but Dark Shadow will definitely help hoist somebody up for a better view.

Rave name would probably be things along the lines of ominous authors. So probably Edgar Allan Crow, F.T. Lovecraft, or just Lovecraft.

Keigo “Hawks” Takami

Oh this man? This man eats, sleeps, raves, repeats. He breathes PLUR.

He does partake in party favors but is responsible. He’s the one making sure you keep dosage to a minimal. E and Molly water. Acid sometimes. Shrooms make him feel funny

Can definitely afford the VIP tickets but would rather be in the crowd. Especially because he loves big groups. He’s definitely the kind of guy that gives Chad vibes when you first see him but he’s the complete opposite. Will definitely be the kind of guy to start shit with a Chad that won’t leave girls alone.

Totally shirt off the entire time. Will purposely do some subtle flexing just cuz he can.

Is totally hit on by guys gals and non binary alike. He is a looker so that’s to be expected. Usually cargo shorts are a go-to and he rocks bandanas.

Is a kandi kid for sure and loves to trade. He’s even made a few with his feathers attached but those are especially for people he REALLY vibes with.

He’s got a good mix of music taste. Will totally throw down with the hard stylers but definitely get lost and philosophical with the trancies.

Is a HELLA good kisser and uses his wings when he wants a little privacy.

Speaking of wings, those definitely come in handy at raves. I mean for one thing, they work like an umbrella when it’s hot out. Secondly they’re basically built in fans. Thirdly, they work for privacy. And he’ll totally fly you up and get you a better view of the show.

His charisma is definitely at 100 and I can totally see him getting you backstage to meet your fave artists.

The rave name is tricky but maybe Hawks will be the basic one. His friends use KFC or Red. No wait. Fuck it. Maverick or Top Gun. Something like that.

Alrighty my thirsty gremlins. I’m gonna stop this here. I’m getting a tad lazy so if there are other characters you wanna see from MHA as ravers, blow up my asks and I’ll make a part 2.

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Common Sense - Shouto Todoroki x Reader

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi

MHA Masterlist - Main Masterlist

A/N: So I got this idea, ran with it, and then somehow 3,000+ words came out of it. Honestly, I’m kinda really proud with how it turned out and I hope y’all like it too.

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 3.1K

If there was ever a phrase that Shouto Todoroki hated, it would be ‘common sense’. What a weird phrase, he would think, because the use of common sense implies that it’s something that everyone should know, but in most cases, he didn’t. Unfortunately, that phrase left the lips of his friends quite often. He knows they mean no harm or ill will towards him, he was sure they would stop using the term if he ever mentioned how he felt about it, but he didn’t want to make them feel uncomfortable. The first time it started to get on his nerves was when he, Midoriya, Iida, and Uraraka were at the mall on a rare weekday off.

“Wow, hey, look at that!” Uraraka had exclaimed, running as quickly as her feet could carry her over to a newly implemented little wishing well that had been placed in a small corner of the outdoor mall. Midoriya and Iida quickly followed her, but Shouto hung back.

“C’mon Todoroki, let’s go make a wish!” Midoriya urged, beckoning him over with a wave of his hand. Shouto followed him, albeit a little confused, over to the well.

“Does anybody have a quarter I could use? I forgot to bring change with me, I only have bills in my wallet.” Uraraka blushed, her expression a bit embarrassed.

“Of course!” Iida said, fishing two quarters out of his billfold, handing one to Uraraka and keeping the other for himself. Todoroki watched his three friends close their eyes and then flip their coins into the well, taking note at how they sank slowly into the water.

“Todoroki, aren’t you going to make a wish?” Midoriya questioned, a patient smile on his lips. The expression of confusion remained on Shouto’s face.

“What merit do coins have on wishes?” He asked, genuinely curious as to why his friends would technically throw away money in turn for a wish that would most likely be out of their reach or unrealistic. “Also, aren’t we using money to pay for things within the stores here? I thought that you were saving up for that new jacket, Uraraka.” He wondered, turning to look at the pink-cheeked girl. She just smiled and shook her head.

“Todoroki, a small little coin wouldn’t have much effect on my savings. Besides, it’s kinda common sense to enjoy the little things like this and not pay too much mind, right?” Iida and Midoriya nodded enthusiastically, nudging the red-and-white haired boy closer to the water-filled wishing well. He sighed and thought over Uraraka’s words. It’s kinda common sense to enjoy the little things? He thought as a quarter was forcibly put in his hands. He closed his eyes to humor his friends and dropped the coin in the well. He was then afterward given smiles and some reassuring pats, and as much as he knew his friends were making efforts to include him, he couldn’t help but feel a bit… coddled. He knew that as a child he was always shielded from the world, but was he really kept away from this much? Was he seriously hidden from such superficial subjects? He tried to ward away those questions that poked and prodded at his brain, but he couldn’t seem to shrug them off as he observed his friends dart in and out of multiple stores with shopping bags in their hands. Shouto ended up bringing nothing back to the dorm with him, except for a sudden slight contempt for a tiny little phrase.

The next circumstance was when he and Bakugou were at the remedial lessons. While Shouto wasn’t incredibly enthused about going through extra lessons in order to gain his provisional license, he understood why he needed to go and appreciated the effort and lengths that the teachers went to so that he could have another chance. Well, he, Bakugou, Inasa and a girl who just introduced herself as Camie to him and the explosive-quirked boy.

“So, who’s this smoldery looking two-toned boy?” She had chirped, her hand clutching the brim of her Shiketsu high cap. “You’re, like, super hot. I’m crazy siked to train with a babe like you!” Even Shouto had to admit to himself that this girl was coming onto him really strong - and not exactly in the most flattering way possible. She greeted Inasa briefly, but then dug into her pocket to grab her phone, holding it out in front of Shouto. “Seriously, can I, like, have your number?” Hesitantly, Shouto responded.

“Uhh, sure.” He replied, but made no effort to grab his own phone that was safely tucked away in his blazer pocket. He found her interactions with others to be quite shallow in the way that she really gave no information about herself. Camie tended to project more onto others, he figured. As he and Bakugou walked to the changing room specifically set aside for UA students, Shouto noticed the look of disapproval on the blonde’s face. Shouto just quirked an eyebrow at him, knowing that he didn’t need a vocal cue to get Bakugou to start talking.

“You seriously agreed to give your number to that chick at the drop of the hat? Do you not have any standards, Icyhot?” He growled, Bakugou’s signature scowl now adorning face. 

“What do you mean? I just assumed she would need it in case of emergencies.” Shouto explained. With a roll of his eyes and a look that conveyed Bakugou wanted to rip his own hair out, the blonde glared at him.

“YOU DON’T JUST GIVE A NUMBER TO A GIRL YOU JUST MET! GET TO KNOW HER OR SOMETHING YOU HALF-AND-HALF BASTARD! IT’S JUST COMMON SENSE!” Shouto was used to Bakugou’s outbursts and never took any of what he said personally, but now that was the second time the phrase common sense was used at his expense… and it irked him. Shouto’s eyes narrowed as he watched Bakugou trudge and stomp his way through the door and into the changing room. And, not unlike the first time he heard it, the saying ‘common sense’ left a foul taste in his mouth.

Finally, the most recent time he heard it, was from the person he probably despised the most. His own father. Shouto was visiting his home - which happened rarely and the time he spent there was brief - to speak with and catch up with his sister, Fuyumi. Unfortunately, just as he was about to leave, the number two Pro-Hero walked through the door.

“Shouto, you’re home!” He bellowed, a grin plastered under his flaming mustache. Shouto frowned and narrowed his eyes as he navigated around the stocky man, making his way out of the door. He adjusted the strap of his shoulder bag after it was jostled by unintentionally brushing roughly past his father, but a heavy hand on his shoulder stopped him in his tracks. With narrowed eyes and a frown-turned-grimace on his face, he turned around to face the fire-quirked man.

“Do you have something to say or will you let me be on my way?” Shouto glared, making Endeavor bristle.

“Yes, Shouto, I have something to say indeed!” The flames on his body seemed to grow larger, proving another example of a concept Shouto recently learned in class: direct variation. “You haven’t bothered to return any of my calls or my text messages to you regarding personal training! It’s no wonder you didn’t pass your provisional licensing exam!” Flames emitted from his father’s body out of rage, and as much as Shouto tried not to let it out, a small wisp left his left side.

“I’m not interested, and I’ve told you as such.” Shouto grits out, resuming his previous pathing of making his way out of his childhood home. 

“You respond to your father when he reaches out to you! IT IS COMMON SENSE!” Endeavor shouts, causing Shouto’s body to go rigid. He clenches his jaw and twists around. His father saying that hated term was the last straw for him.

“IT IS NOT COMMON SENSE IN RELATION TO YOU!” Shouto barks out, frost and flames growing on their respective sides. And, with that, Shouto finally leaves the metal gates of his home, slamming them behind himself as he left. He cringed a bit at the loud clanging noise it left behind, but he was too furious to really care. He did feel bad for his classmates as they saw him enter the doors of the dorm building with a scowl almost comparable to Bakugou’s, not even sparing them a word as he left them in the common room and shut himself up in his dorm.

At the current moment, Shouto is shifting somewhat uncomfortably on one of the many cushions that were dotted around the main floor common room. It was late in the evening, but the energy coming from the Class 1A dorms was much larger due to it being a Friday night. After a particularly hard week at school, Mina Ashido and Eijirou Kirishima had proposed the idea of a Class 1A slumber party in the main room and that everyone had to come. There were no exceptions to this rule, they explained - even a glaring Bakugou was nestled into the corner of the room with a weighted blanket on top of him and a pillow. It was truly a wonder that he hadn’t tried to escape or fall asleep yet, but the rest of the class didn’t dare to ask him. Denki had tried it earlier and was greeted with a small explosion to the face and a few very choice words spat at him. This was a first for the red-and-white haired boy - never had he had a sleepover, much less a slumber party, so the pillow fights and truth-or-dare games that were being played were more or less foreign concepts to him. However, here was one thing he did know. It was that he found a sense of peace when looking at you. As a strong and powerful hero-in-training, he had always kept an eye on you in training to try and better prepare himself for an attack. But recently, he noticed that his gaze always gravitated to you whenever he was in the classroom or in the dining room. Whether it was the sun shining on your Y/H/C hair or the smile that sprouted from your lips whenever someone cracked a joke, he found them much more interesting since they were coming from you. Before long, the two of you had developed a solid friendship that involved everything - from studying together in the library to going on late night soba runs, he found you to be a much needed source of support in his life. What he didn’t realize would happen, though, was heat creeping up onto his cheeks when you locked eyes with him. You did nothing to make him feel embarrassed - just offered him a kind smile and began to make your way over to him, but the blush on his cheeks was unrelenting. He even tried to activate his right side in the hopes of cancelling it out, but to no avail. Thankfully to him, you didn’t seem to notice.

“It’s getting kinda crazy in here, huh.” You say, trying to spark up a conversation between you and him. Shouto, not finding any words, merely nodded his head. “It’s fine to be overwhelmed,” you continued, “I remember the first time I had a sleepover when I was nine years old. I had to call my parents to pick me up early because I felt like it was too suffocating,” you laugh, poking fun at your younger self’s obseredity. This cracked a small smile on Shouto’s lips. “Tell me if you need an excuse to get out of here - I have several stored up in here from previous uncomfortable situations.” You say, pointing a finger up to your temple.

“I think Bakugou would benefit from that,” Shouto muses as both of your gazes flicker over to the sulking blonde. The sound of your laughter does wonders to soothe the antsy feeling he had previously in his chest.

“Okay, well, us girls are going to get ready for bed in my room! We’ll be back any minute, so no need to worry!” Mina announces, sending a smile to the boys as the girls got up one by one and grabbed their pajamas. You gave Shouto a smile and a pat on the shoulder before standing up. You stretched your arms above your head due to the ache that was ever prominent from the endless days of training finally catching up to you. 

“Alright, I’ll be back soon. Save me a good spot?” You ask, backpedaling slowly so that your face was still turned towards Shouto. With a small smile, he nodded.

“Sure thing.” With a quick thumbs up and a little spring in your step, you spun around to quickly follow the rest of your female classmates. As soon as the door was shut, Denki had motioned for all of the guys to come to the middle of the room. Shouto, figuring that they were just going to talk about how they should figure out sleeping arrangements, shuffled closer as well. Oh, how wrong he was.

“So, now that the girls are gone for a bit, I gotta know. Who do you guys think the prettiest or, my preferred adjective, hottest girl in class is?” Immediately, Shouto’s eyes widened at the subject of conversation and how unabashedly forward he was. The red-and-white haired boy was even more shocked when the rest of the guys started talking.

“Well, we all have to admit that Momo is very pretty.” Sero says, earning nods from around the room.

“I think I know who Midoriya is gonna say,” teased Denki, nudging the green-haired boy’s side with his elbow.

“I-I don’t really know what you guys are on about?” Midoriya said, his voice octaves higher than normal. Snickers erupted from the boys as they all - even Shouto unconsciously - came to the same conclusion that Midoriya was thinking of a certain pink-cheeked brunette.

“I think that Hagakure is pretty.” A small voice peeped. All heads turned to face Ojirou who had a shy smile on his face. The next few minutes of conversations were filled with the boys commenting on how pretty the girls were in their class, going from Tsu to Mina, and then to Jirou.

“We all know you have the hots for Jirou, Denki, you don’t need to hide it.” Sero said, a mischievous grin laced across his face. The electric blonde’s jaw opened and closed like a fish before quickly changing the subject.

“W-well how about L/N?” He said, trying to get his nerves to dissipate. At her name being voiced, Shouto’s head perked up and, before he could stop the words from his mouth, he spoke.

“That’s just common sense.” The room went quiet as soon as Shouto’s words were spoken, all eyes on him. He couldn’t believe himself. That phrase, the one that irked him so much, he actually used. As much as he wanted to cringe at the use of it, he couldn’t help but understand why he used it. He had looked up the exact meaning of the phrase online before, and every site he found yielded the same results; a practical judgement concerning everyday matters. If someone were to lack common sense, then that person would usually be regarded as a simpleton or unintelligent. Well, Shouto couldn’t help but agree that if people had thought of Y/N as anything but gorgeous, then they were definitely lacking common sense.

“Uh, care to elaborate?” Kirishima asked, trying to prompt the red-and-white haired boy to spill his inside feelings that were usually never exposed to the rest of the group. Normally, Shouto would’ve put that iron gate back up around his mind and heart, but like a dam bursting and overflowing with water, he couldn’t help but let his drowning thoughts of Y/N consume his better judgement.

“It’s common sense that she’s pretty because she encapsulates everything it means to be as such.” The boys all leaned in closer to hear more, but were interrupted by a door swinging open.

“Okay, we’re back! Now, what movie should we watch? I’m kinda partial to Game Night, but am open to suggestions.” Mina chirps. The boys quickly dispersed from the middle of the room and back to their original spots. Shouto tried to find his bearings as quickly as possible since you were making your way back over to him.

“Hey! Sorry we took so long, Hagakure brought up the subject of Hawks and the girls just kinda latched onto talking about him and wouldn’t let go,” you joked, rolling your eyes playfully and settling down next to him. “Thanks for the spot by the way, it’ll be kinda cool sleeping next to each other!” Shouto looked down to where he had left your pillow and blankets and swallowed.

“Oh, uh, yes.” He said. That’s when he finally got a solid look at you. Dressed in soft-looking shorts and an oversized crewneck, you looked as cozy as could be. It was like a warm hug embraced his heart as he watched you shimmy under your blanket, shifting around to find the most comfortable position in order to watch the movie.

“So, what movie do you wanna watch?” You asked, offering him a giddy smile. Shouto’s smile grew larger as he too began to crawl under his blanket.

“I’m not sure, but I’m sure whatever the others decide on will be a suitable choice.” He said. You nodded in return. In the end, the class decided on a random rom-com they found while scrolling through one of the various streaming services the UA campus TVs provided. The overhead lights of the common room were turned off, so only the blue-ish light emitting from the TV made your faces visible to each other.

“Umm, Shouto?” You whispered. Shouto turned his gaze away from the movie and onto your face. With an expression that showed he was listening, he encouraged you to continue your thoughts. “I just wanted to thank you for your compliment earlier, I… I thought it was super sweet.” Shouto’s mind ran a rerun of the day, trying to think of the specific compliment he had given you, until he arrived on the one he indirectly gave you just an hour earlier. His eyes widened and his heart began to beat more quickly as you nudged your way closer to him. “I think it’s common sense that you’re pretty, too.” Shouto drew a shaky breath as your nose brushed against his.

“May I…?” He asked, his voice so trembly that he couldn’t create a full sentence. Thankfully, though, you seemed to understand.

“Mhm” You hummed, meeting him halfway. It was perfect. Slow and sweet, showing how he was truly savoring the experience. A hesitant hand made its way up to cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly across it. While the rest of the class was indeed there, this moment was incredibly private to the both of you. Just you, Shouto, and the common sense shared between you two that you were irrevocably and incandescently in love with each other.