#like. did he think all might would just? take the quirk enhancing thing and ask no questions?

[plusultraetc]

SO. Two Heroes. Originally I made a note on my phone to keep track of things I might want to make posts about in the future, but instead I ended up documenting my own emotional whiplash. Spoilers under the read more if you, like me, somehow had no idea what this movie was about.

[imagineanime2022]

The League Of Villains With A Hunter S/O

Spinner X Reader, Tomura Shigaraki X Reader, Mr Compress X Reader, Dabi X Reader

Requested: @supernatural-hunter1

Request: Hi, I read your story about the pro heroes with an S/O who was a supernatural hunter I thought that was pretty cool, but also I’m a little bit curious about kind of the same thing but instead of the heroes, it’s the league of villains like Spinner, Shigaraki, or any of the other league of villains members with a S/O that is a Supernatural Hunter I’m just a little bit curious to see how that would work for them?😅

General

Your family had been hunters since before quirks became mainstream in the world and so it was already well instilled in your family to teach their kids to fight and hunt the way that they had.

Demons and other supernatural creatures were a lot less likely because there were fewer humans that they could prey on with the development of quirks but ghosts were still very common so you still had the anti possession tattoo and all of the hunting weapons that you might need.

Your family and their profession fell out of favour as heroes became more prominent so you fell into the life of a villain, it took a little while for your family to get a footing but eventually villains started hiring them for odd jobs.

The general public still had no idea what your family did, so you still had an ungodly amount of fake IDs in your glove compartment.

You are good with first aid and emergency treatment because you got injured a lot and you had no one to help you.

Most of your family members were quirkless but you were one of the few that had been blessed with a quirk that made you a natural hunter, with enhanced senses and reflexes.

Spinner

🦎 I think that Spinner would definately believe in ghosts and the like, however believing that your family dealt in getting rid of them it might take him a little while to be able to get his head around it. 🦎 You basically only did your job when there was a good price behind it, and the only people that seemed to know who you were, were big in the criminal world and paid well. 🦎 Your ancestors might hate the route that you had taken but you couldn’t care less, the power that you had allowed you to choose a path for yourself and why would you sit around helping people who didn’t appreciate you anyway. 🦎 You had far too much power considering the fact that you sided with no one, demons and ghosts flocked to you to make deals a favour for their freedom.

You had been lounging on the sofa in the bar Spinner was sitting next to you as you twisted your knife in your hand, you were playing with it when the door opened and someone walked in you glanced up at him and smirked “that’s a nice meat suit.” You mumbled as you sat up elbows resting your kness with the knife lazily clutched in your hand. “You know him?” Spinner asked. “Mm, the question is what does it want?” You asked. “I think we both know what I want.” The man said as he walked over to you. “He better talk quickly the boss is getting ansty.” Spinner drew your attention to Shigaraki who had stopped playing his game he seemed to be waiting for the first sign of trouble, Dabi had even moved his eyes to the new male, each of them sensing something was wrong but no yet moving in. “You heard him talk.” You ordered. “I want your help.” He said. “Uh huh.” You grunted. “I need to get rid of a demon that’s been hiding around here, he’s been taking my prey.” He answered. “So let me get this straight you want to hire the demon hunter to get rid of the demon bothering you?” You asked. “So make the offer.” “Kill the demon and you’ll get one favour from me later.” He said and you stood up walking around the table, Spinner watched carefully now in the position to defend you should he need to. You leaned down so that you lips were by his ear. “No deal.” You muttered before stabbing your knife straight through his throat, there was the unmistakable flash of the demon dying before you stood up pulling the knife out. “Sorry about the mess boss.” “Just clean it up.” He ordered, Kurogiri disposed of the body easily as you sat back on the sofa. “You didn’t take the deal?” He asked. “No demon worth my time would be asking me to kill another demons, all the higher demons could kill their own kind without breaking a sweat, he was a lesser demon looking for a way up.” You explained, sitting back down next to him. “Plus I have a bunch of demons waiting for me to call in a bargain.”

Tomura Shigaraki

✋ Tomura could not care less what your family did or what you thought that your family did what mattered was that you were able to fight and that you could do it well, no to mention the weapons in the back of your car. ✋ You had been the source a lot of information over the years as you snuck into places and stole what they needed. Your fake IDs being the way forward for that. ✋ Tomura trusted you to be gone for a couple of days and come back to him with information that he was looking for, you were good at surveillance. ✋ And when all else failed he liked that you had a car so that he could go from A to B without having to worry about bumping into anybody.

Tomura had been in the bar the rest of the league all littered around, you walked into the bar walking straight over to Tomura, a shake of the head from Kurogiri told the rest of the gang that you weren’t an intruder, you sat on the stool next Tomura leaning over nad pressing a kiss to his cheek “Hey Tomu,” You greeted him. “You’ve been one for a while.” He said and you nodded. “I’ve been keeping an eye on those brats that we face a few weeks ago.” You explained as he looked at you and smiled. “And?” He asked. “And they are strong but they’re naive, they think that they are the strongest out there and honestly they might be if they make it to adulthood.” You shrugged. “Now?” Tomura asked. “Now, they have some good idea, might be able to win a couple of times but they won’t get anywhere close to winning the fight if we can shut them down now.” You answered. “They’re going to a training camp outside of UA soon so that would be a good place to get them.” “I want that one.” Tomura pointed to the screen a rerun of the sports festival, Bakugo on screen. “Katsuki Bakugo, lose cannon, strong quirk, stronger mind, he’ll be hard to break but everyone is breakable.” You said, Tomura finally turned to look at you. “How long are you staying this time?” He asked. “Actually unless there’s anything that you want me to find out I have enough info on everything to stay here for a little while.” You answered, your eyes drifting to the new members in the bar. “So this is the team that you put together?” “Problem?” Muscular asked. “I would hope not I did help chose all of you.” You informed him. “What!?” He asked. “Well behind every great man in a great woman, nice to meet you the names (Y/N).” You winked.

Mr Compress

🔮 Believes anything that you say the moment that you say it, he believes in ghosts and demons enough that he makes you promise to always save him from them. 🔮 are the offensive fighting in the pair, you would often draw attention to yourself to allow Compress to do something. 🔮 Compress carries dome of your weapons in his marbles in case you need them, you only had to ask and he’d give you whatever you needed. 🔮 Given the fact that Compress often wore a mask in order to do undercover missions all he had to do was take of the mask and jacket. He loved a good act so he had no problem with playing someone else for you.

You sat in your car leaning against the window as you waited for your target, Atsuhiro was sitting next to you, he let out a dramatic sigh and you glanced at him “What?” You asked. “This one isn’t as fun.” You raised an eyebrow. “You know this isn’t supposed to be fun.” You reminded him and he waved you off. “The others have been fun.” He argued. “Oh yeah? How so?” You asked. “You’ve been showing me your acting skills, I distinctly remember you having to kiss me at some point.” He said and you looked at him and narrowed your eyes. “That was very different then. We were pretending to be married.” You reminded him. “Yes, well I enjoyed it.” Atsuhiro grumbled. “I should hope so we are dating.” You reminded him but he didn’t answer so you smiled leaning over. “You want another kiss?” “Are you offering?” He asked. “Will you two stop that and concentrate.” Dabi muttered lazily through the ear piece. “Hush Dabi, there’s no reason that we can do this and keep an eye on the entrance for the target.” Atsuhiro muttered. “If you miss the guy don’t expect me to save you from the big man back at the base.” Dabi said. “I don’t need you to save me, (Y/N) will.” Atsuhiro argued. “Look alive guys he’s coming out!” Toga said excited and you shrugged before getting out of the car. “Maybe next time. Now get ready to catch the guy.” You ordered and he nodded.

Dabi

🔥 Dabi could not care less about ghosts and spirits, he’d honestly met enough cray people at this point to just accept everything that you said, that is until you show him that it’s real. 🔥 Helped you to get extra money by taking down demons and doing jobs for anyone that was willing to hire you. 🔥 He liked the car and liked the boot full of weapons even more, you remember the day that you showed him and he almost swooned, even if he hide it well. 🔥 Loves your anti-possession tattoo honestly and sometimes ended up tracing it over your clothes if he really was bored with the conversation.

This was another job that you had been hired to do, a demon was preying on a small criminal group who were willing to pay you a lot of money to get rid of it, so you chased it into a small alley avoiding the heroes patrolling as you did “Are you done running yet?” You asked and he shook his head as he looked back at you. “You honestly think that you can kill me?” He asked. “Your family is only half the threat that it used to be, you don’t even hunt anymore, well not unless someone agrees to pay you.” “If your so confident that you can win then what are you doing all the way over there?” You asked. “Distracting you.” He answered as you looked at him and twisted your head dodging just as a blade shot through the air, you kept your back pressed to the wall as you watched both the demons flank you. A fight broke out you expertly kept them both away from you until you were able to separate them enough that you grabbed one holding the demon blade to his neck. “I’ll kill him.” You warned. “Honey if you think that I care you’re going to be sorely mistaken.” the other demon sneered and you shrugged before stabbing the demon in your hold and killing it, the one infront of you went to move but a hand wrapped around his neck from behind. “I might not be able to kill you but I can definately burn the meat suit you’ve chosen.” Dabi muttered as you moved forward. “Wait they only hired you to get rid of him.” The demon said and you looked at him and smiled. “I know.” You nodded. “They won’t pay you extra.” He tried to remind you as you looked at Dabi. “Will you do the honours?” You asked. “You really should have been nicer to her.” Dabi siad before the body was engulfed in blue flames you waiting until the last second before stabbing the male in the chest and killing the demon. “We should get going before the heroes get here.” “Yeah let’s go.” You nodded linking your hands and pulling him back to the car.

Request Here!!

[copiaslilrat]

Riding in the Shadows Behind You: Chapter 7

See the master post for Tumblr links to the other chapters. Read on AO3 here.

Days fade into weeks without issue. As time passes, Eros finds themselves more and more helplessly in love with Copia, and they have no concerns about their feelings being reciprocated. He treats them with nothing but the utmost care and compassion, even while feeding from them. It used to be something that was done out of necessity, but they have recently started introducing it as a regular part of their sexual escapades given how much it enhances the experience for both of them.

After one such venture, they find themselves curled up together on his couch playing video games. Eros never had the opportunity to play video games growing up and had never considered it as something they would enjoy doing as an adult, but Copia is very much into them. He decides to start them off easy with Minecraft, and he is delighted in being able to share one of his favorite hobbies with his favorite person. Eros is a good listener and very patient, and it doesn't take them long to grasp the easy controls. They very quickly learned that all they want to do is fish, and of course, Copia lets them do as they please while he takes care of the other tasks.

After some time, he sets down his controller and looks over at them. "It is getting late. Are you feeling hungry?"

Eros' response is delayed as they are currently completely engrossed in the game. After a few seconds, they look over at him. "Huh? Did you say something?"

Copia chuckles and leans in to give them a kiss on their cheek. “Dinner? S Ì?"

They blink at him. They look at the TV, and then the controller, and then back at Copia. "But...I'm fishing."

Copia finds their enthusiasm adorable, and laughs a little harder. “The fish will still be here after we eat, caro ."

"I…think you've created a monster by teaching me how to play this," Eros says, their tone deadpan but their eyes playful.

"You deserve things that make you feel happy." Copia rests his hand on their knee and rubs it affectionately. "It may sound silly for a person of my age to say, but video games have gotten me through a lot of hard times in my life. Sometimes it is nice to just sink into something and forget about the rest of the world, hm?"

Eros nods. "I don’t think that’s silly at all. Life is hard enough as is; we all have our outlets." They sigh and put down their controller. “So, yes. Dinner. What sounds good?”

“It is entirely up to you.”

They flush. “Can we order something to be delivered?”

Copia gives them a knowing smile, quirking their eyebrow. “That is a suspicious request, amore mio . Might there be a reason for that?”

Eros crawls into his lap and wraps their legs around his torso and arms around his neck. They press their forehead to his and give him their best attempt at puppy dog eyes. “Can we order delivery so we can stay in and play more video games together? Pretty please?”

Copia chuckles and nudges their nose with his. “Ah, well, when you ask so sweetly…” He presses a tender kiss to their lips. “How could I ever say no to you? You may have anything that you desire, always.”

Eros lets out an excited squeal and plants a firm, dramatic kiss on his cheek. “I love you so much.”

Copia gazes into their eyes and brushes a lock of hair from their face. “I love you too, Eros. I never thought I could feel for someone as much as I do you, and every day those feelings only grow.”

Their expression sobers, their voice quiet as they ask, "do you think it will always be like this?”

He readjusts them on his lap so they can cradle them in his arms. “What do you mean?”

"Will we always be this happy together, or…” They almost don’t want to say it out loud for fear of manifesting it, but it’s something that’s been on their mind for awhile. “Will you ever get tired of me?”

He levels his gaze at them and cups their heads in his hands, and Satan below he thinks they are the most handsome person he has ever seen and how did he get so lucky? “No. Never.” He smiles in an attempt to lighten their mood. “I think that is quite simply an impossibility.”

Eros worries their lower lip with their teeth. “Would you ever consider turning me into a vampire?”

Copia’s gaze softens, and there’s a certain sadness in the way he looks at them then. His thumbs gently rub their cheeks. “Now that is a much more complicated question.”

“I’m not asking you to do it now, or anytime soon, really. Just…eventually?”

“I would love to, truly—nothing would bring me more joy than to have you by my side for eternity—but,” Copia sighs heavily. “Turning someone is…it changes things. For both of us as individuals and as a partnership. And you know as well as I do that being a vampire is really not so grand; I do not know if I wish to impart this life on someone like you, caro , who has much to gain from being, well, eh...alive.” He chuckles nervously.

Eros nods slowly, their gaze dropping from his. Copia gently tilts their chin up to force eye contact again. “I am not saying no, amore mio . It is certainly something that we can consider, but it is not a decision to be made lightly. Bene ?”

Eros nods again. “I understand. I’m sorry for bringing it up so suddenly, I just…”

Copia kisses them softly. “Shh, I understand. There is no need to apologize. It is only natural to have questions and it is important to discuss these things.” His hands cup their face a little tighter. “I want you to know that I am very serious about my relationship with you, Eros. I would do anything within my power for you. Nothing brings me greater satisfaction than making you happy.”

They grin at him. “I suppose it’s a good thing that I’m happy just by being in your presence then, huh?”

Copia hums. “A very good thing indeed.” He gives their thighs a single, solid pat before squeezing them. “Now, you need to eat, caro . Will you let me up so that I may order dinner, or do I need to take you with me?”

“I am rather comfy. If you want me to get up, it may take some convincing.” Eros teases.

His hand slides provacatively between their legs, resting just on the inside of their thigh. “Do you truly need more convincing than free food?”

Eros bites their lower lip and readjusts slightly, trying to encourage his hand closer to where they want it to be. “Maybe…”

“In that case, I have an offer for you,” Copia smirks as his index finger traces slow strokes along the length of their thigh. “You remember how many times I made you come earlier, s Ì?"

Eros nods. It was—as always— many times.

“Double that, and you still get whatever you want for dinner.”

At this, they scramble off of his lap. Copia laughs softly and rises from the couch to grab his phone. With dinner ordered a few moments later, he returns to the couch. Eros places their head in his lap and stretches out on the couch with their feet propped up on the armrest. They pick up their controller and look at him expectantly.

“Let us try a different game,” Copia suggests, his eyes twinkling as he picks up his own controller. “This one is called Mario Kart.”

After dinner was eaten and several more games were played, they had decided to pivot activities and watch a movie to wind down for the evening. Eros is still laying in Copia’s lap, but they are now curled on their side with a large blanket draped around them. His gently cards through their hair as they cuddle, the short, choppy strands sliding like silk through his fingers.

Eros makes it approximately 15 minutes into the movie before they start to drift off into sleep. Copia lets them doze until he gets uncomfortable on the couch. It’s a Friday night, so there would be no work tomorrow, and he feels grateful as always for the days where they get to sleep in late together. If he had it his way, he would just sleep through the entire day until sunset, but his work schedule would never accommodate that. He muses to himself that Eros wouldn’t either, and since they are the self-appointed guiding force in his world now, he would gladly bend his entire life around to suit their needs.

Copia smiles softly at the sleepy bundle of mortal in his lap and gently sweeps them, blanket and all, into his arms. Eros stirs slightly at the movement, but in their sleep they snuggle into his warmth, their head resting heavy on his shoulder.

He carries them into the bedroom and tucks them in before and crawling into bed beside them. On instincts, they scoot back against him and he wraps a loving arm around their shoulder before planting a soft kiss on the back of their head.

In their state of half-sleep, they mumble something that sounds like “love you." Copia smiles at them again and whispers "love you too." Eros sigh contentedly at this and slip back into their deep slumber. Copia lays awake beside them for awhile longer, savoring the feel of their warm body against his: the gentle rise and fall of their chest as they breathe, the occasional small noise that they make as they dream, and he thinks to himself,

Yes, eternity would much better with you in it, wouldn’t it?

[growling]

If I recall correctly, yes, Jouno's super hearing is because of his surgeries + hearing does sort of improve when you're blind because your senses try to compensate. Mainly the surgeries though. From what I recall, only his hearing is super, so he doesn't have any weird psychic special powers or anything.

Ahhhhhhhhhh that's good, so it's just bad™ and not terrible™

While hearing may improve after you lose sight it never really does to the extent these countless amounts of media constantly portray it as. And to me (and not just me lol) giving specifically blind characters just such enhanced hearing it completely replaces their eyesight in that regard (like. being able to tell if someone is frowning because they ca hear their muscles move or whatever idk man) is just. so lazy. and also an ableist trope. why are you going out of your way to include a blind character just to start making up reasons as to why you don't actually have to write them as one. It doesn't really even look to me like Jouno is written to be disabled at all so... why is he? For the aesthetic or what I do not get it??? They might have as well just made him have a quirk where he just doesn't like to open his eyes 99% of the time like Ranpo and literally almost nothing would change. And don't get me wrong, you CAN do sensory powers for blind characters i interesting ways but...... That's just not what is happening here.

His superhearing is something that very notably only he has out of his group (or is explicitly mentioned to have, whatever, it's all the same!) and it's just standard giving a blind character just some very advanced hearing that completely replaces their sight and thus negates their blindness and allows them to "get around" it, so we don't have to write that, you know, they just can hear so well they don't need to see :)) they can tell the wall is painted yellow because they can hear the paint dye molecules did you know that. Hey just a question: are you giving them those specific superpowers instead of literally any other, is this because you can't imagine them doing the things you want them to do while being blind?

It's also....... Very commonly used to just. Avoid writing canes, too. God forbid, right. And speaking just strictly of Jouno as a character, him not having a cane is also SUCH a missed opportunity for this violent bastard who you just know would install like 876845 lethal weapons in it. He can start just beating the shit out of sword guy with it when he has enough. He can slam it on his foot randomly he can trip him he is unstoppable cause sword guy wouldn't be able to take it from him as that would be an unthinkable act of dishonor imagine this universe. You had one job. Cowards

Yeah so anyway I feel like 0 research went into them writing Jouno as a character who is blind. I don't think they did a single google search on this actually. If they got asked to name at least five conditions that cause blindness or just types of it they would get scared and run

[thequietmanno1]

TheLreads, Vigilantes ch 111, Replies Part 1

1) “…So it’s time again…

Last time- Well, a lot of things happened in this rollercoaster, but last time, oh boy… We got Knuckles back. Although I shouldn’t be as surprised as he had already broken in Koichi’s house to get his bandana back.

*sigh*”- More than the Bandana- he also needed to get his trademark Knuckles that were contained within them. Which, raises the question of why the hell he didn’t just try to ask Koichi and co for help, if he was so strapped for resources he needed to scavenge parts of his old gear off his disciple to be suitably armed for the rematch. 2) “Oh, so Knuckles did got hurt in his last fight against McBee then

the fight against a Nomu that could blow up stuff by touching it, he survived, and managed to get away. Somehow.”- It mirrors All Might’s own superpowered “crippling” after the climatic fight with AFO in Kamino ward, albeit I think that the extent if Knuckles’ injuries are both severe enough to be realistic, yet also insanely damaging to his continued insistence on crime-fighting despite them. He can’t even keep up with normal people at walking speed, let alone a fast-paced fight like this, yet he still insists on sticking to his guns and finishing what he started out of pure stubbornness, damm the consequences. 

3) “Also, what is that cane you’re using? Don’t tell me there’s a gun inside that thing”- No, but more likely his emergency drug stash, along with perhaps another hidden defibrillator for use in paralysing an opponent if his fast barrage doesn’t work.

4) “Not even going to mention how you managed to catch up to them zipping around town at high speeds when you can barely walk, I’ll leave that low hanging fruit for the dessert.”- Knuckles seems to have been heading for Koichi’s old apartment from the very moment that the blackout started, all to get into position for when the fight eventually moved closer to it. That’s some Sherlock Homes-esque prediction of an opponent’s moves. 5) “Oh, sure Knuckles. You knew he’d prepare a sniper position to kill Koichi, because you also knew that Koichi was faster than him. I totally believe that.”- Knuckles did always believe in Koichi’s potnetial, albeit he never quite seemed to get around to the whole in-depth training part of nurturing said potential. Koichi had to learn the majority of how his Quirk handled by himself on the field, rather than getting guided through gradually-increasingly difficult challenges by Knuckles. 6) “I can’t believe in this arms race for the biggest bullshit we got knuckles with a steel chair

truly that gif was fitting”- Can’t beat the classic surprise attack from above. Especially if Nomura’s enhancements don’t quite seem to give him the level of strength the High-End Nomus have, such that he can’t overpower Knuckles easily. 7) “Not that you would need to bother, since you managed to survive a fight against him while he was using your own quirk. But then again, you are pretty injured now, so I see the need to act smarter”- Knuckles fights smart, but in all other areas of his life he seems to be a total dumbass. He insists on taking on dangerous tasks like these alone when he has both a willing disciple who cold aid him, an injured daughter in rehab who could use him around, and convenient meat shields in Soga and co who can serve as distractions (and occasional support) on the field. Yet Knuckles still insists on trying to throw his life away out of some kind of misguided need to “burn away the past”.

(Vigilantes ch 58)

8) “I’m getting a lot of millage out of Thor:Ragnarok today, ain’t I?”- Well, his evil ‘brother’ in a sense is somebody who has shapeshifting abilities, has issues toward him for being the favoured son, can craft evil plans that take advantage of manipulating perceptions, and their shared father figure recently returned from an ordeal in which he lost an eye but gained enhanced wisdom on how to better beat No:6, so yeah, I’d say there’s a lot of overlap between them. (Vigilantes ch 86) 9) “NO RAPPA, WE WISH HE WAS, BUT HE`S GONNA SHOW UP EVENTUALLY TO THE STORY, PROBABLY AWAY FROM VIEW TO NOD AT KOICHI, PROUD OF HIS DEVELOPMENT, BEFORE FUCKING OFF FOREVER.”- Doing a bit more than just nodding at Koichi’s progress – in fact, he’s still trying to finish the fight he picked the last time we saw him

10) “…

what now

wait

IS THAT ANOTHER FUCKING FLASHBACK

RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FIGHT”- Ok sure, but. This one both provides important information on what Nomura specifically is – or rather, was before Garaki remodelled him – and also contains important hints about AFO’s true endgame that’s unfolding in MHA’s present. Plus, getting distracted by his thoughts as Knuckles wails on him is sorta the whole point, which is why the Trashman allows him to indulge in it more as he beats him into oblivion.

11) “ NOW HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE THERE

WHAT

THE FUCK”-Yep, not quite a vat-grown life-form…though from his self-perspective there may not be much difference. It’s important to note that every Nomu we’ve seen in MHA came from an originally living human, rather than being grown wholesale in a lab, so it makes sense that Nomura, their prototype – or perhaps Tomura’s, in a sense – would likewise have similar origins.

12) “ARE YOU KNOW IMPLYING THAT AFO ALWAYS WANTED A DISCIPLE, AND THAT McBEE WAS A POTENTIAL CANDIDATE?!

ARE YOU SERIOUSLY IMPLYING THAT HE DIDN’T PICKED SHIGARAKI SPECIFICALLY BECAUSE HE SAW AN OPPORTUNITY TO SPITE NANA’S LEGACY”- I read this as another influence of Horikoshi’s in the writing, him stepping in to better help connect Furuhashi’s story to him in the same manner with Kurogiri/Shirakumo. By the time this was originally released in publication, it’d become clear that AFO does have a long-term evil plan underway in MHA, one that he’s been setting up for decades, but what specifically it is, and the endgoal, were still unclear. The only thing we could glean was that it was always necessary for him to have a “disciple” who’d take over from him…at least, according to his own twisted perception of “taking over”. To that end, it re-contextualises Tomura’s role entirely, because while the disciple was always necessary, AFO, like any good mastermind, changed and adapted his plan accordingly to account for his circumstances as time went on. Getting his old body crippled by All Might was a painful setback, but one he could recover from with his pre-planned “disciple” ready to take over once he’d been properly moulded to his specifications. Learning about Tomura’s family history would have just made him a higher-priority candidate to succeed in the end, but not one that it was absolutely necessary for him to succeed with – merely one that came with the added advantages of getting to torment and degrade Nana and All Might through his manipulation of Nana’s grandson. 13) “WELL, SINCE THE LAST FIVE BEFORE WERE A BUST I SUPPOSE THIS ONE WOULD BE BETTER

WHAT THE SHIT FURUHASHI

WHAT ARE YOU COOKING, BECAUSE I CAN’T IDENTIFY WHAT THE DISH WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ANYMORE”- He’s cooking part of what Horikoshi’s cooking now. Involving AFO like this instead of an original villain for Koichi to face off with means that Furuhashi needs to comply with Horikoshi’s planned and ongoing canon of AFO’s character and endgame, which means that whilst he can hint as to what’s going on, he can’t fully clarify any of it. Gonna need to catch up with MHA to see what that’s all about.

(MHA ch 245) 14) “And that’s definitely going to be quite the battle. Shigaraki is gonna receive a new power, and since the doctor is on his side, it’s going to be quite a weapons he’s gonna get. And that’s if it’s only one power that he’s going to receive, because considering how much the Nomu process has been improved, Shigaraki can definitely end up becoming a perfect High-End Nomu, the thing that McBee wishes he could��ve been”-Funny you should mention that….

(Vigilantes ch 108)

15) “Making us wonder why One for All just gave this quirk away to a fucking nomu. We haven’t seen Shigaraki overclock so we can assume that’s not part of his power set.

really fucking stupid idea there AfO”- From what I can tell, with the revelations of Nomura being an actual person with self-identity issues that AFO is moulding, similarly to how he moulded the young Tenko into becoming a hate-fuelled (literally) villain, it seems like Nomura was actually something like a prototype Tomura the whole time, a “first try” attempt to see how well he could manipulate a person’s psyche, and through that, their Quirk’s potential and output. Hell, their names are practically the same, just one letter off.

16) “OH, SO NOW McBEE IS THE NOMU PROGENITOR OR SOMETHING HUH. TELL ME, SINCE YOU STILL HAVE YOUR FACE ON, DIDN’T YOU ALREADY HAD HOOD?”- More like the Tomura protogenator…though, it is worth pointing out that by the time MHA was ongoing, this was the first true hints anybody was getting as to what exactly AFO had planned, and what his final endgame was. In a way, since AFO isn’t lying or twisting the truth too much in Nomura’s flashbacks, or his thoughts about the ongoing situation, this is the first true hints of his character and innermost thoughts that he obscured under his schemes and the supervillain persona, the first glimpse of the man behind the monstrous mask.

17) “OH, SO YOU EVEN LET HIM PICK HIS OWN QUIRK HUH

AFO

GIVING AGENCY TO ONE OF HIS TOOLS

SURE”- It’s the same deal as Tomura – giving his “disciple” the ability to make their own thoughts and actions to progress as a villain in their own right, separate from himself, For whatever reason, it is vital for AFO’s plans that he have an independent and motivated disciple who pursues villainy for their own sake, rather than benefitting AFO directly – albeit, as we see with Tomura, he always planned to eventually twist this around to serving him at the very end. Nonetheless, that drive, that commitment, is what AFO is seeking and aiming to nurture in his “creations”, with Tomura merely being the one he most hoped would succeed, just to rub extra salt in the wounds for the past holders. 18) “OH BOY THE IMAGE IS GETTING FUZZY I HOPE THE WILD RIDE IS APPROACHING IT’S END”- If Nomura had been a successful disciple, this would have been extremely literal by the end, with AFO subsuming Nomura’s consciousness through his Quirk the same way he’s doing to Tomura at present- and given Nomura’s mental issues, it wouldn’t have been as hard an affair for him to succeed at either. @thelreads

[myheroacademiaspiderverse]

Issue 2: Plans

Another lance of pain shot through his body again as Tremor smashed his metal-gloved fist into Spider-Man's chest again, made worse by his instinctual movement to try and break free of the bonds causing more electricity to surge through his body and elicit more cries of pain. "Son of a bitch," he choked out.

Tremor chuckled at this. "Don't ya know when to quit, bug?"

Glaring at him behind his mask, Spider-Man forced himself to his knees and growled out "Never!"

He had spent the last five minutes getting his shit wrecked by these guys. Crosshairs had blasted him several times with his rifle, the lasers not penetrating him but instead making him feel like he got hit by a sledgehammer. Tremor hadn't used his Quirk, but instead just used his bare hands and feet to hurt him. Last but not least, Stone had jabbed him multiple times for seconds at a time with his cattle prod weapon, sending even more electricity coursing through his body.

Honestly if it weren't for his enhanced durability and his healing factor, he'd probably have either passed out by now (though maybe not considering all the electricity being used on him) or died.

As it was, it looked like these guys weren't going to get bored of beating him up anytime soon.

His declaration of not surrendering had actually made all three laugh. "Bloody kid thinks he's some shonen anime protagonist," he said. "What a joke."

"Yeah. You gonna bust out of those and beat us up by raising your power level while screaming," Stone asked mockingly.

"Not likely," Tremor said while laughing. "Those things are designed specifically to hold people with super-strength Quirks. Even All Might would have a problem with that."

They had a point. While Spider-Man could pick up cars with little problem, he knew from what he'd seen online that he wasn't near All Might's god-like strength. After all, none of his punches could change the weather.

But still... he had to try.

He struggled against the binds, electricity coursing through his body as he saw Stone advancing on him. Ignoring that, he focused all his effort into breaking the bonds.

And as he did, something strange began to happen.

Among the blue sparks emanating from the red cables, smaller red sparks began to shoot out. They weren't noticeable at the moment to the other three but Spider-Man could feel something inside of him; something warm, moving under the surface of his skin and flowing into his heart.

Stone laughed as he approached. "You kids today just don't understand how the world works."

He focused on the feeling while still pushing against the bonds, feeling the electricity from the cables flowing into him and giving him a surge of strength. I have no idea what this is, but it had better be good he all but begged inside his head.

"You think that you can take on the world, unaware of just how harsh this world really is."

He could feel the electricity from the cables fading, and could hear and feel the cables stretching out to their breaking point as the red sparks began to get a lot brighter and a lot more prominent.

Not seeing this, Stone jabbed the cattle prod into Spider-Man's chest, delivering a dose of electricity into Spider-Man (that he didn't know was boosting Spider-Man's newfound well of power.) "Which is why people like us exist, to remind you punks that you-"

It was then that he and the other Fixers finally saw the red sparks moving around Spider-Man's body, getting brighter and brighter until he looked like a walking red star.

And if they could see Spider-Man's eyes, they would've seen his green eyes glowing red with this power.

He reached inside of himself and pulled, and with a cry of "Back! The Hell! OFF!" he unleashed the power from within.

The result?

A massive dome of red lightning shot out from his body (styled like a spider-web, naturally) as he threw his arms and shattered the cables. The wave of lightning washed over the roof, stunning and sending the three men backwards. Stone, being right at ground zero, was hit the hardest and was sent him flying across the roof, landing with a loud THUD!

Spider-Man looked at the rapidly dispersing sparks along his hands, feeling a bit drained from his new attack but much better than he had been. "Whoa. What the hell- is this a new power," he asked aloud.

A groan from Crosshairs and Tremor reminded him he was still in a fight, but as he went to web them up he saw that his little lightning blast had also fried the components for his web-shooters, rendering them inoperable. "Well, that's not good." Seeing he was at a disadvantage he decided a tactical retreat was in order, sprinting towards the edge of the roof and leaping, easily clearing the distance and landing on the other roof.

Seeing this, Tremor yelled "Crosshairs, nail that varmint!"

Crosshair brought his rifle up, but found that his Quirk: Scope, was only showing a field of static. "Damn it! The brat's little lightshow is messing with me scope!"

Surprised, Tremor tried to use his own Quirk, but found he couldn't use it either. "That damn kid somehow jammed up our Quirks. Stone?"

A low groan was heard from Stone's semi-conscious body, and they saw that his skin still looked like it was made out of rock. "Must not work on Mutant Quirks," Tremor noted. Seeing that Spider-Man was already out of sight and hearing sirens, he said "Alright, we'll cut our loses for tonight.

'But next time we'll make sure that the bug gets squashed for good."

---

Once he was a good distance away, Spider-Man landed on a roof and ducked behind an industrial air-conditioning unit to catch his breath. "I think... I lost them."

He pulled out his phone, which was thankfully okay thanks to the phone casing he made for it. And everyone at Aldera Junior High said I was stupid for putting my phone in a case that was waterproof, fireproof, insulated and immune to electromagnetic pulses.

Almost immediately, DECA started rapid-firing questions about his well-being, but he managed to talk her down so that he could talk. Eventually he managed to convince her that he was fine and had managed to get away from them without getting injured too much. DECA seemed to believe this, but insisted that he call it quits for the night so that he could rest and let his healing factor take care of his injuries. He agreed, if only to get her off his back, before putting his phone back in his pocket.

He was about to get back up but suddenly a massive wave of exhaustion hit him and he found he could barely move. Whatever that electrical discharge was, it must've taken a lot out of me, he thought to himself. Maybe I should just rest for a few minutes before I move on.

As he slumped back against the unit, he sighed and decided to focus on the aforementioned discharge of electricity. What exactly was that? Bio-Electricity? Some sort of field induction? I can think of all sorts of applications for it, though first I'm gonna have to properly insulate the Mark II Web Shooters and my other tech, otherwise I'll keep frying them. Speaking of which, I wonder if I could make my webbing hold the charge from this to-

"Wow. You really get into your own head there, don't ya?"

His train of thought hit an abrupt end as his head whipped around to his left to see who was talking.

The speaker was a girl around his age, with brown hair that matched her eyes, with two long bangs framing her face. She had rather fair skin with two perpetual blush on her cheeks, which (in his honest opinion) made her look very cute. She was wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans with brown boots, though her clothes all looked to be a year or so old, all of which showed off her lean figure (almost too lean, he noticed, which made him frown behind his mask.)

While initially he was worried she might be there to call the cops, that was quashed by the fact that his Spider-Sense wasn't going off, which meant she was currently not a threat.

Plus, not only was there a friendly twinkle in her eyes, but she was smiling. Which means more than likely she was friendly.

He winced when he remembered her question before he replied "Yeah, it's an old habit. I'm trying to break it."

The girl giggled. "It's fine." She walked over in front of him and crouched down, before her face morphed into one of concern. "Ouch, you look like you got in one helluva fight."

He waved his one hand, thankfully without any issues. "It wasn't anything too big."

The girl raised an eyebrow, before pulling out her phone (a very old and cheap looking flip phone, to his surprise) and snapped a picture before showing it to him. "You're costume says otherwise."

While the camera's resolution wasn't great, it was still able to show a mostly clear picture of how he looked.

And frankly, he had to agree with the girl on this one.

The area around his arms, legs, and chest where the binder cables got him and shocked him were either burned from the electrical discharge or torn from when he broke through them. There were several holes and patches of cloth missing from when Crosshair shot him with his laser rifle and Stone jabbed his cattle prod into him.

Even his mask wasn't safe, with one of the goggle lenses missing after Tremor blasted his face with his Quirk. Fortunately the rest of the mask was intact, and it was too dark to see his green eye (not that he was worried, because ever since the Dawn of Quirks there were plenty of people born with green eyes.)

Still, he smiled beneath his mask and replied "You should see the other guy."

The girl rolled her eyes, before deleting the picture on her phone. "You need an ice pack or anything?"

A bit surprised by her concern, he shook his head. "Nah. I got a moderate healing factor, so this stuff'll be fixed by tomorrow." He then sat up straight, and a fresh spike of pain hit his body, though he remained firm. "Though, if you happen to have some aspirin and a bottle of water that would be very appreciated, miss...?"

The girl smiled and replied "Uraraka. Ochako Uraraka."

"Well, nice to meet you, Miss Uraraka. I'm-"

"Spider-Man."

Spider-Man blinked, before asking "How did you-?"

"Why wouldn't I remember the guy who saved me?"

Wracking his brain, he tried to remember what she was talking about-

-and the answer came to him when he finally recognized her voice. "Oh! Your were the girl who got cornered by those four guys on the edge of the Eisley District!"

She nodded and smiled. "Yep!"

---

-Five Months Ago: Edge of the Eisley District-

Spider-Man took a bite out of his sandwich as he sat on the edge of the rooftop, enjoying a quick snack before he went back out on patrol. Looking at his phone he said "Can't wait until I get DECA up and running. It'll probably make this a lot-"

The moment he heard the scream he dropped what was left of his sandwich (which was really just the crust) pulled down his mask and sprang into action, shooting out a web line and zipping across the rooftops towards the sound.

Once he got to the right alley, what he saw made his spider-blood boil.

Four large guys that he recognized as members of the Black Vipers gang were advancing on a girl, making all kinds of whistles and lewd comments. The girl in question didn't look much older than him, and they clearly looked like adults.

His spider-blood boiled, and before they could go any further, he struck.

THWIP!THWIP!THWIP!THWIP!

Four web lines, two from each web shooter, shot out and attached to the backs of the thugs. With a spider-strength enhanced pull, all four of them were yanked away from the girl and towards Spider-Man. He looked back at the girl and shouted "Get out of here! Go!"

She did so, yelling a quick "Thank you!" and Spider-Man front-flipped and twisted so that he landed facing the thugs. "Harassing and planning to sexually assault a minor? That's a new low, even for lowlifes like you guys!"

---

-Present Day-

"I made sure to let those guys know that that kinda bullshit wasn't gonna be tolerated no more," Spider-Man said.

She giggled as she handed him a bottle of water and an aspirin. "Yeah, I can imagine. You sounded pretty angry."

"I have a long list of types of people that I wanna punch in the face," he replied as he swallowed the pill and the water. "Rapists, pedophiles and child molesters are very close to the top."

Ochako raised up her fist and shouted "Preach!"

He laughed a little at that, and then asked "What exactly were you doing in Eisley, anyway? Most people I know try their best to stay out of it."

She was quiet for a minute, before she sighed. "I was... looking for someone. A friend of mine."

"Oh." Realization then dawned on him when he realized what she meant by "looking for someone." "OH."

Yeah, he should've seen that one coming. The Eisley district was a hotbed for crime; not just petty theft or street gangs, but also some of the bigger and far viler ones.

Such as the various forms of human trafficking; sex trafficking, child trafficking, and ever since the onset of Quirks, Quirk trafficking.

And sadly, considering the absence of Pro Heroes in Eisley and the abysmal police force (that wasn't taking bribes to look the other way) a lot of those people who went missing in the Eisley district were never even reported, let alone found.

Shifting around to look at her (and feeling his anger spike when he saw she was crying) he asked "Who's your friend?"

If she was surprised, she didn't show it. But she reached into her pocket and pulled out her wallet, before opening it to show a faded photograph of her with a girl with blond hair tied in two buns and cat-like yellow eyes. Her smile showed that her canines were like fangs, and while some would mistake it for predatory, Spider-Man could see that she was very happy next to Ochako.

Ochako then explained "Her name is Himiko Toga. She was my best friend throughout middle school, and honestly my only friend."

"How come?"

"Her Quirk. It lets her transform into other people-"

"Okay, that's not so bad-"

"-but she needs to drink other people's blood to do so."

And there it was. "And given the stigma against blood quirks, I'm guessing she was bullied for it."

"Oh, much worse than that. Her own parents hated her for it, called her all sorts of things I'd rather not say. All the kids at school made fun of her, said she was a monster and a villain in the making. I told her they were all full of shit." She put the photo away and continued "The worst part was that her Quirk required her to drink blood as a regular part of her diet, or else-"

"-she'd start breaking down," Spider-Man guessed, remembering reading a similar thing in a case about a similar Quirk. "She'd start becoming more predatory, more unhinged. Might even snap and go off the deep end."

Ochako nodded grimly at that. "I did my best to help her. I let her drink blood from me whenever she felt she was about to have an episode. And then it moved to giving her small amounts every day, since she was going through puberty and-"

"I get the picture, trust me," he cut in. "How'd she end up in Eisley?"

"Her parents got found out by Child Services, and they got arrested. She went to move in with her Grandma, who was much nicer to her, but she lived in Eisley. Maybe you heard of her: Komori Toga[1]?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Runs the local butcher shop. Has a Vampire Bat Quirk."

"Well because of that she understood Toga's situation. We kept in contact since that day. But seven months ago, she disappeared."

That definitely didn't sound promising, if he was being honest. If she was being child trafficked or sex trafficked than she would probably be halfway across Japan by now, if not out of the country.

If she was being trafficked because of her Quirk, then there was a chance she might still be in Musutafu, but in some underground lab of some kind while they did whatever horrible tests on her and her Quirk they could think of.

Assuming that she was still alive after seven months.

Still, seeing how torn up Ochako was about this, he felt a newfound determination coursing through his body as he stood up (or maybe the aspirin was finally kicking in. Or both.) He held his hand out to her, which she took as he helped her up and he said "Look, I can't promise anything. For all we know, she could not be in Musutafu or Japan anymore. Or..." He didn't finish, but the look in her eyes told him he understood. "But I promise you, I will do everything in my power to find her and bring her back."

Her face lit up like a Christmas tree, and she wiped a few stray tears from the corners of her eyes. "Thank you so much."

He waved her off. "Don't mention it." Stretching his back (with Ochako wincing as she heard a few pops, and seeing him rub his ribcage) before saying "Well, I better get going. I got a train to catch."

Ochako looked at him confused. "You're not just gonna swing there?"

Spider-Man shook his head before showing her his destroyed web-shooters. "Unfortunately not. My web-shooters kinda got destroyed in that fight."

"Huh. I figured you just made them yourself."

"Nah. Which is probably a blessing, considering where the webs come out of on actual spiders."

Ochako cringed at that. "Good point. Well, I guess I'll see you around."

Walking over to the ledge of the building, he replied "Hopefully it'll be after I found your friend."

He then backflipped off the edge, but not before flashing her the peace sign as he did.

She couldn't help but smile at that. "What a goofball."

Though I have to wonder, how come his voice sounded kinda squeaky?

---

-The Next Day-

"Okay, so things to do today," Izuku said, as he looked over his wrecked costume on his bed.

He had managed to get home the night before without too many problems. Especially since once he turned his hoodie inside out and shoved his mask in his pocket, he just looked like some poor street urchin riding a train.

Taking notice of everything that was wrong with his costume, he listed "First things first, new fabric for the suit that's more resistant to wear and tear, my new electrical powers, yet still give me freedom of movement and regulate my body temperature."

"You thinking Unstable Molecular Fabric or Nanofiber Mesh Weave," DECA asked.

"The latter, preferably. UMF has issues with electrical conduction. If I'm gonna use my... what did you call it? Bio-Electric Venom Blast?"

"Yep. Spiders have venom, and now so do you."

"Yeah, I need a fabric that will actually let it get out and without messing with my suit. Nanofiber will work much better for that. Plus it's more resistant to lasers, and it can incorporate my new HUD and the new Web Shooters. Speaking of which...

'The second thing I need is to finish the Mark II Web Shooters. If possible, get some of my new Spidey-Tools made. I definitely want to at least get the Impact Web made, since if I run into those Fixers it might give me an edge."

"Still think that's a silly name, but yeah."

Taking notice of the throat area, he pulled out what looked like a thin collar with two small speakers. "I'm also gonna have to get a new voice modulator-[2]" He paused and his face paled. "Um, DECA?"

"Yeah?"

"Was the voice modulator still functional when I was talking to that girl last night?"

"No. Based on the damage to it, I'd say it probably crapped out shortly after you gave the Fixers the slip. Why?"

He groaned. "Because I think she might've heard me talking in my real voice."

"Oh crud."

"No, no, it's fine." Izuku took a deep breath. "She's already a fan, and I doubt she'd get a good grasp of my voice just from that conversation. Plus, there's almost 9 million[3] people living in Musutafu. The odds of us running into her again are slim to none."

"You do know you probably just jinxed it, right," DECA replied, Izuku knowing that if she had a mouth she'd probably be smirking.

"Shut up. Anyway, new voice modulator."

"You might just wanna make that list on your train ride. Which you're gonna miss if you don't get moving."

"Thank you, DECA," he said while taking his trashed costume and shoving it under his bed before grabbing his backpack. "Let's hope today doesn't have anymore surprises."

"Again, you probably just jinxed it."

Izuku rolled his eyes. "Funny. In the meantime, look through the police reports and the security cameras in the area. See if you can get an idea of what happened to Himiko Toga."

"Already on it. Have a good day at school."

"I'll try."

---

It was times like these that Kaina wished she could punch someone in the face without getting charged for assault.

Seeing the pictures for the costumes that were supposed to be for her class, and the "creative changes" that were made to them without clearing it up with her first, really made her ask herself if six months behind bars would really be THAT bad.

Looking at her class from her podium, she pinched the bridge of her nose and said "Okay, so from what I understand, our beloved Principal decided to give an outside support company the designs for your first costumes. I don't know whether it was because he was trying to take a cheaper option since UA's budget got cut from last year, or if someone at said company managed to sweet talk him." A hand was raised and she sighed. "Yes Iida?"

Tenya Iida asked (while chopping his hand in front of him like an action figure with karate-chop action, for some reason) asked "Tsutsumi-sensei, are you saying that our costumes are not ready? If so, then that is rather unprofessional of that company considering-"

"Easy, Iida," she cut in, motioning him to stop. "The costumes are done. But... the support company Nezu decided to go with was Monoma Industries."

There was a loud THUD! and everyone turned to see that Momo Yaoyorozu had decided to acquaint her face with her desk. "This can't possibly be good," was the muffled grumble that they heard.

"Not a big fan of them," Denki Kaminari asked.

"Don't get me wrong, when it comes to their military, defense, and energy contracts a lot of their tech is hard to beat. Even my parents, albeit begrudgingly, will admit that they can give YaoyorozuCorp tech a run for its money. Unfortunately, when it comes to the safety and quality of hero support gear, unless you're in the Top 10 they've been known for cutting more corners than a paper snowflake."

That definitely didn't bode well for the class (save Bakugo but he really just didn't care as long as he got his gauntlets.) "How do they not get sued for that," Jirou Kyoka asked.

"An admittedly good legal team and the wonderful world of fine print and liability waivers."

"Ahem." Everyone stopped talking once Kaina got their attention. "Thank you, Yaoyorozu.

'Sadly, it's not just them cutting corners on this. Apparently the design team they assigned to your costumes decided to focus more on looks and sex appeal rather than practicality." She could see the faces of all the girls in her class turn as white as a sheet, while she felt a vein in her temple throb as she saw the perverted grin on Mineta's face that he didn't even bother trying to hide. Already gave him his warning yesterday. Three strikes and you're out, grapestain. "Anyway, even if that hadn't been the case we still would've spent today's Foundational Heroics going over your costumes and seeing whether or not they would pass my inspection." Seeing a student raise their hand she asked "Yes, Kaminari?"

"What happens if our costumes passed the test," the blonde-haired boy asked.

"Then you and everyone else who passed would run an obstacle course, to make sure that your costumes don't have any problems that could hinder you in the field. Everyone who failed would be grabbing a sketchbook or notebook and start working on a much better costume.

'But frankly since all of your costumes got screwed over by Monama Industries, instead we'll be spending homeroom discussing the problems with them, and for Foundational Heroics we'll be taking a trip down to the Support Lab so we can start working on your actual costumes." She gave them a few minutes to process that (and a few seconds to stop talking) before she activated her videoboard and brought up some of the costume designs. "Let's start with our rock bottom one. Toru Hagakure, this is the 'costume' that Monoma Industries made for you."

The picture that came up of her hero costume... was a pair of gloves and a pair of boots.

"And no, there's no invisible costume, there's no transparent clothing, it is in fact just a pair of boots and a pair of gloves."

The girls and some of the boys in the class (pretty much every boy except for Mineta) were all shocked and/or angry by that revelation, but Hagakure?

While they couldn't see it, based on her voice and how she was waving the sleeves of her uniform (and the steam coming from where her ears were) it was clear she was absolutely livid. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! DO THOSE MORONS SERIOUSLY EXPECT ME TO RUN AROUND IN MY BIRTHDAY SUIT?! WHAT THE HELL AM I GONNA DO IF SOME GUY GRABS A HOLD OF ME? AND WHEN WINTER COMES, DO THEY SERIOUSLY WANT ME TO GET FROSTBITE?! WHAT THE ACTUAL SWEET FUCK WERE THOSE IDIOTS THINKING?! AND NO, IIDA!" She yelled while looking over at the glasses-wearing boy. "I WILL NOT WATCH MY LANGUAGE! YOU'RE NOT THE ONE WHO GOT THAT FUCKING COSTUME!"[4]

"Hagakure," everyone stopped talking when Kaina talked. "I understand your anger. Trust me, I do. But while I will allow some swearing in the classroom, you're pushing it."

Once everyone quieted down, she sighed and said "Well, next up is an improvement, but it's still at the bottom of the barrel. Yaoyorozu's costume."

Yaoyorozu sighed. "How bad is it, Sensei?"

"Well... you know how Midnight's hero costume, while risque, still manages to avoid crossing the line for Hero Decency Laws?"

"Yes."

"Well, yours doesn't cross it, exactly... It's more like it's tap dancing on it," she finished, as she brought up the picture.

The reactions were stunned silence from the whole class, as while it was better than Hagakure's in that it had actual clothing... it was also incredibly revealing, arguably more so than some swimsuits. When Kaina had shown it to the other teachers, Nemuri had even said that she saw less revealing clothes on strippers. Mineta looked like he wanted to say something perverted, but a face-melting glare from her convinced him to keep his mouth shut.

Yaoyorozu, however, took a deep breath and calmly said "Okay. I understand that my Quirk requires exposed skin for my Quirk to work. However, the Unstable Molecular Fabric I requested my costume to be made out of would've allowed me to bypass that issue. And if they couldn't provide that, there are DNA-fabrics that I would've gladly given some blood, hair, or skin cells to help craft. Even if those hadn't been an option, zippers and buttons are a thing. There is no conceivable reason for me to have that much exposed skin, since it would be so much easier for someone to put a knife or a bullet into something vital. Along with that, do they just expect me to put a cape or something over myself when winter comes around? And from what I'm seeing the material is way too thin and looks easily tear-able, which is the last thing I want. Also, I requested a visor with a digital heads up display linked to a computer on my right wrist. How is a shelf with a big heavy encyclopedia better? Do they really expect me to just pull out a book and look up chemical formulas and atomic structures when I'm in combat? And frankly, that shelf is arguably the most ill-advised thing I could ever think of, since not only does it throw my balance off with that book, but if I happen to fall on it there's a possibility it could shatter my spine and leave me paralyzed from the waist down. And that would be the best case scenario." She took one last deep breath (though everyone could see she was trembling in rage) and finished with "In conclusion, this is not a hero costume. IT'S A FUCKING JOKE!"[4]

The whole class felt their jaws drop at that last declaration, since they'd never believed that the elegant, prim and proper Yaoyorozu would ever swear like that.

Kaina actually smirked at that. "Well said, Yaoyorozu. Now then, let's continue."

The rest of the period passed without too much more outrage. Most of the costumes were in the category of Passable, but needed a few tweaks. The tweaks often revolved around incorporating lightweight body armor into their designs ("You kids don't have the reflexes to dodge bullets or a guy coming at you with a knife. And no, Kirishima, your Quirk does not give you a free pass on that. You're putting on a shirt. I don't care how much you wanna show off your abs.") getting rid of things she deemed as stupid or unnecessary ("Aoyoma, unless it's a glider like Batman's, a parachute, is part of your quirk, or works as a shield of some kind, NO! CAPES! Tokoyami's is a cloak for Dark Shadow, so he gets pass on that. If you don't need it for your Quirk, it's gone. Plain and simple.") or actually have the students have proper eye protection ("Glasses, goggles, visors, domino masks, I don't care. You're not going out there unless you have something to make sure shit doesn't get in your eyes and blind you.")

Of course, there were a few that needed a bit more work.

"Did they not bother to read my measurements," Ochako called out in outrage. "The only way I'm squeezing into that costume would involve me taking everything off! Even my underwear!"

The frog-girl named Tsuyu Asui muttered "Join the club, ribbit."

"There was supposed to be a set of batons I could conduct my electricity through included," Kaminari said. "What the hell?!"

And then they came to Bakugo's costume.

"The hell's wrong with it," the boy in question asked. Loudly.

"The gauntlets," she deadpanned. "Did you not bother to read the rules and regulations for support gear and weapons that was in the admissions packet?" Seeing his blank stare she groaned. "Of course you didn't. Yaoyorozu, could you kindly explain to Bakugo and the class the policy on firearms and heavy explosives?"

"Word for word or layman's terms?"

She couldn't help but smirk at that. "Layman's terms."

"All First Year Hero Course students are forbidden from having access to firearms or heavy explosives, whether they're part of the costume or not."

"WHAT?!"

Whether or not she heard him was unknown as she continued "Hero Course students are allowed access to that during their Second Year, but only after a six week training/certification period under Snipe-Sensei's tutelage."

"OH THAT IS BULL-!"

"Bakugo," Kaina warned, barely raising her voice but her glare making it clear she wasn't impressed. "Rules are rules, and when it comes to that there will be no exceptions. The gloves are good to keep since they are designed to cut back on the kickback from your Quirk. But the grenade bracers have to come off." Seeing him about to argue, she added "Unless of course you'd like to skip your warning and three strikes and just go straight to General Studies. Fair warning though, Nemuri is a LOT less tolerant of attitudes like yours."

He growled and seethed, but eventually grumbled "Fine."

That raised yet another red flag in Kaina's head, and from how some of the other students were looking at him, she wasn't alone. The design schematics he sent in said that each gauntlet was made to hold up to 10 litres of his explosive nitroglycerin sweat. That much explosive force could bring down a building, and would definitely leave someone with severe injuries, or kill them. I really gotta wonder, does he not know the strength of his own Quirk and what it can do to people, or DOES he know and just doesn't care?

She decided that neither option was particularly pleasant to think about.

---

Tremor looked at the holographic map of Musutafu that Crosshairs was projecting from his phone. "I've highlighted some good spots to try and ambush the bug," he stated coldly. "Plenty of high places for me and Ol' Bessie to work, and far enough away from known Hero Patrols that we can deal with him without drawing too much attention."

"Good job, but one slight problem," Tremor replied. "We got no idea where the hell he's gonna be tonight."

"I think I might have an idea how," Stone said, holding up something with a pair of tweezers.

It was a small red and gray metal disk, roughly the size of a small pill. Crosshairs gently took it and used his quirk to get a better look at it, noticing what looked like a transmitter on it and eight little tiny legs that were designed to hook into fabric, while a small magnet on the bottom would let it stick to metallic surfaces. "The little S.O.B. planted a tracker on ya, Stone," he concluded. "Must've been when he used that weird energy wave to knock us on our asses."

"Believe me, I haven't forgotten that," the stone giant grumbled. "How the hell didn't we know about that?"

"Based on what I heard through all the fog in my brain, the brat was just as confused as us," Tremor explained. "So more than likely us beating the shit outta him must've made him go through a Quirk Awakening."

"Either way, we'll be more prepared for it this time," Crosshairs said, with a small smile as he held up the tracer. "And I think we've got the perfect bait for the trap."

---

Ochako sighed as she exited the classroom with her lunch, having just gotten through a rather boring lecture from Present Mic on proper sentence structure. "Yeesh. You'd think Pro Hero teachers would manage to make this stuff somewhat more interesting, but nope," she muttered.

"Tell me about it, sister!"

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the familiar voice, and turned to see the familiar pink-skinned girl with yellow horns and yellow and black eyes, Mina Ashido. "Sheesh, Ashido! You should wear a bell!"

"Nah, I'm not a cat-girl." She smiled and said "So, you wanna eat lunch with us?"

"Sure," she replied.

"Cool, see you there! I gotta grab something from my locker quick!"

As Mina ran offt towards the lockers, Ochako sighed. "How the hell is she so energetic after that boring lecture?"

Deciding it wasn't worth worrying about, she turned around to head to the cafeteria with them-

THUD! "OOF!"

-only to collide into someone, knocking whatever he was holding to the ground in a clatter.

Taking a step back she quickly said "I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention and I-"

The person she ran into, a boy with bushy green hair and emerald green eyes, with four freckles on each cheek (which she honestly found kinda cute) smiled and replied "Nah, it's fine. I didn't see you either!"

The moment he spoke, her eyes widened. That voice! Is it?!

The boy's eyes widened too, meaning that he obviously recognized her, but he quickly smiled and said "Really sorry about that. My name's Izuku Midoriya. It's nice to meet you."

He held out his hand to her, and she could immediately see the message scribbled on it in marker: Cameras everywhere. We'll talk about last night later.

Understanding, she nodded and shook his hand. "Ochako Uraraka. Again, I'm so sorry. Let me help you pick this up."

"Oh, you don't have to-"

"Nah. I made this mess. I'll help clean it up."

Izuku seemed a bit confused by that, but then smiled and said "Okay then."

As she helped him pick up his stuff, her eyes fell on a green notebook with a big number 9[5] on it, that had a lock on it. She handed it to him and asked "What's in here?"

He immediately snatched it out of her hand and said "Sorry. But that's a personal project of mine that I really don't want people seeing right now."

The way he stressed the words personal project obviously meant that it had to do with his Spider-Man stuff. But while her curiosity was strong, his warning about the cameras helped keep it down.

So instead she smiled as she helped him up and said "Well, whatever it is, I hope it turns out well for you." She then saw the patch on his uniform and asked "You in the Support Department?"

He smiled bashfully and said "Yeah."

"That's cool. I'm probably gonna be seeing you after lunch then."

"You're in the Hero Course?"

"Yep. Class 1-A."

His smile turned into a full on grin. "Cool. Your Quirk must be pretty good to get in there."

She blushed at that. "Ah, it's nothing special-"

"Excuse me."

The two of them turned to see Kaina standing in the hallway, holding a bento and a bottle of water. "Not to break up this little friendship moment, but shouldn't you kids be in the cafeteria?"

"Oh, sorry Tsutsumi-sensei," Ochako replied. "I was just helping Midoriya here pick up his things."

"Wait, Tsutsumi-sensei," Izuku asked, before his eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. "You mean you're the Sniper Heroine, Lady Nagant?!"

Seemingly a bit off-put by his question, she replied "Yes. Is that a prob-" The sentence died in her throat as he pulled out a notebook and a pen from... somewhere. She then smiled and took the notebook and pen. "Let me guess, hero nerd?"

"Yeah," he muttered bashfully as she scribbled a quick autograph into his notebook and handed it back to him. "Ever since I was a kid. I was one of the few kids in my old school who thought you were innocent during your-" Realizing where his train of thought was going he immediately stopped and bowed his head. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"

She held up a hand. "Kid, it's fine. I came to terms with all that shit a long time ago."

The whole debacle with the old Commission President and being used as their personal assassin had definitely made the national news, especially after Nezu had managed to get the footage she recorded and get it online. The legal battle took the better part of a year, but she eventually got out of Tartarus and exonerated for her past crimes (a fact that no doubt pissed off the new president of the Commission, she imagined.)

"Either way, you two should get to the cafeteria and eat your lunches. The last thing you two need is to go through the other half of the day on an empty stomach," she said with a smile. "Off you go."

As the two walked off, Ochako couldn't help but look at Izuku strangely. The revelation of him being Spider-Man was still going through her head, but she couldn't help but notice that he didn't seem to have anything on his person that screamed "spider!" No extra limbs, no extra eyes, no fangs (his smile was wide enough to see his teeth looked normal) and he wasn't particularly hairy. All in all, he looked completely ordinary.

Then again, I guess it works in his favor, she mused. No one would think someone who looked so unassuming could be Spider-Man.

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Lunch passed by rather quickly for Izuku, since Ochako went to go eat lunch with the girls in her class (she offered to introduce him but he politely declined, saying he'd see her and her class later) while Izuku went to eat lunch with the rest of his class.

Before lunch was over though, he got a text from DECA telling him that she had some intel for him to check out. Once he got to a bathroom and saw it was empty, he asked her what she had for him.

She showed him security footage from outside Komori Cuts, the butcher shop that Himiko's grandmother owned and lived in. The footage was dated back for roughly three weeks before Himiko Toga went missing...

...and showed a suspicious looking black van with tinted windows sitting across from the shop, arriving at the same time every day and leaving at the exact same time every day.

"Okay, that's definitely suspicious," Izuku noted. "Anyone ever report this van?"

"Nope. On the subject of the van, it's a total ghost. No plates, no registry, and seemingly no record that it even exists."

"Even more suspicious."

"That's not all. When we tapped into those Hero Network Towers, I got access to a bunch of security cameras in the districts we got covered. You're not gonna believe what I found."

She proceeded to show several photos and short snippets of video, each of them showing the same black van that had been outside Komoroi Cuts. "Is there something significant about these areas it shows up in," he asked, not quite getting the point at the moment.

The screen of his phone then showed him several missing persons reports as DECA explained "Each location this van shows up at? Within two to three weeks, someone goes missing. All of them teenagers."

That definitely wasn't good. "About how long has this been going on?"

"It's hard to say. Until you get me linked to all of the HN Towers in Musutafu, I won't know all the data. But from what I've got so far... it's been going on for a few years at least."

He sighed. "Well between the van scoping out the area and all of this new evidence, it's pretty clear that Toga was being targeted."

"Clearly. How do you want me to proceed?"

"Look through all the records of the missing teens. Look for anything they might have in common, and I do mean anything: family members, backgrounds, where they come from, and especially their Quirks. Leave no stone unturned."

"Affirmative, boss," DECA replied.

"And fair warning, I might be showing you off to Class 1-A, if only to prove that I earned my way into this school instead of cheating."

"Why would you be worried about- Bakugo's in that class, isn't he?"

Izuku groaned. "Unfortunately."

"You know I still have all of that footage of him being a jackass sandwich supreme if you want expose him," DECA suggested, almost gleefully.

He pondered that for a moment. "Let's put a pin in that one, DECA. Maybe Tsutsumi might be able to drill some sense into that skull of his."

DECA groaned. "Fine. But the moment that he puts you in the nurse's office, all of this is going on the internet. Okay?"

Izuku nodded at that. "Deal." Hearing the bell ring, he said "In the meantime, time for class."

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"You cannot possibly be that stupid."

It was a few minutes before the bell was to ring, and Kaina was in the Teacher's Lounge with Sekijiro Kan, AKA the Blood Hero: Vlad King, talking to the new Foundational Heroics teacher.

Though in Kaina's opinion, "teacher" was SEVERELY streching it, since Toshinori Yagi didn't even have his teaching license yet.

Then again, when you're Japan's Number 1 Pro Hero: All Might, the self-proclaimed Symbol of Peace, the HPSC is willing to give you some leeway (and the school board is as well) and make everyone else give you some leeway.

Kaina was not a big fan of the idea of All Might teaching at UA. Frankly, none of the staff (save for Cementoss, though even he admitted it was probably a bad idea) were onboard with the idea of him joining the staff. Not only was it a slap in the face to the other teachers that he would be teaching without having to go through the grueling process of getting a degree and an actual teaching license (something they all went through, she herself getting hers while she was in Tartarus of all places) but that was hardly the only problem.

While initially she had thought that it was simply his inexperience as a teacher, the things that All Might had just told her pretty much solidified her opinion of him.

That underneath his Herculean strength and his million-yen smile (which he was only able to show for three hours at a time due to his injury, which was a WHOLE 'nother can of worms) he was arguably the biggest idiot in all of Japan.

The now near skeletal Toshinori Yagi sitting in front of them (wearing his Silver Age costume with the cape, which made Kaina and Kan mildly annoyed since they both subscribed to the School of No Capes) innocently asked "What do you mean by that?"

Kan sighed. "Yagi, your brilliant plan for the first day is to have the kids do Indoor Battle Trials, with their Quirks?"

"Yes. I figured it would be the best way to see what these kids are capable of-"

"Did you seriously not watch the videos we took from the Quirk Apprehension Tests," Kaina asked, the annoyance evident in her voice.

"W-well that was just going through some tests. If these kids are training to be heroes then they need to learn how to fight, and I feel they can learn better by doing then just sitting in a classroom-"

"Oh for the love of God, do you think that's all the old teachers did," Kan asked exasperatedly, desperately hoping to get his point across to the blond moron. "Yagi, these are 15-16 year olds who have never used their Quirks in combat scenarios outside of the Entrance Exam, and certainly never on another living person. At least I severely hope not. They're not going to know the right amount of restraint and could potentially kill someone."

"Especially true when you remember that some of our students have really powerful Quirks. Todoroki can summon a friggin glacier from his right foot, Bakugo can make huge explosions from the sweat on his palms, Ashido's acid has all sorts of things that could go wrong, Kaminari could kill someone if he amps the current of his electricity up too much... And frankly that's not going into Class 1-B." Seeing the shocked look on Yagi's face, she smirked and continued "Shall I go on, or do you feel stupid enough?"

"You're assuming of course that they don't just bring the building on top of them," Kan added. "This is why Battle Trials like that are usually saved for halfway through the 2nd Semester. First half of the first semester is all about Quirkless Sparring and Quirk Control, halfway through going into Quirked Sparring to prepare them for the Sports Festival and their Internships. The second half of the semester is dedicated to limited battle trials in open environments and team exercises until the Midterm Exams. After Midterms there's the Summer Training Camp, then after Summer Break is the 2nd Semester where we go through more outdoor battle trials and team exercises. Once the halfway point is reached, THEN we go to Indoor Battle Trials. But even then, those are usually supervised by at least three other teachers to make sure that nothing too extreme happens!"

"That's of course when they're not having lessons on Rescue Training, Tactics, and Stealth Training," Kaina added.[6]

Yagi sputtered for a few seconds, before finally sighing in defeat and asking "What should I be doing for the first day, then?"

"Well, originally it was going to be a Costume Critique and Inspection," Kaina replied. "Those who pass my inspection would then-"

"Wait, you're inspection," All Might asked, confused.

"I guess you didn't get the memo. The homeroom teachers for the Hero Course Students have the final say when it comes to Internships, Work Studies, and Costumes. As such it doesn't matter if you sign off on them or not, they still have to pass our standards."

"Oh. Okay."

"Also, due to your lack of experience, Nezu has decided that Vlad and I will be running Foundational Heroics for our respective homerooms, while you are demoted to Teaching Assistant."

"WHAT?!"

"And if you have a problem with that, you can take it up with Nezu." The bell rang and Kaina said "Speak of the devil. I'll see you in Class, Yagi."

Before she exited the door, she looked over her shoulder and said "BTW, you show up in my class with that stupid and impractical cape, I WILL shoot you in your ass."

Once she was out the door, Yagi asked "She wouldn't really shoot me, would she?"

Kan laughed. "Yagi, she hates capes like yours with a passion. I'd say just do what she says and put on a different costume quick."

Once he left, Yagi sighed. "What do people have against capes?"

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Izuku sighed as he watched as Class 1-A walked into the Support Studio behind the two teachers. One of course was Kaina Tsutsumi, who he'd met earlier. And the other...

He couldn't help but feel a bit of anger as he saw All Might walk into the room, not that his face showed it. He still remembered that day, even after a year had passed.

"I'm sorry kid. But it's impossible to become a hero. Not without a Quirk. It's better to keep your dreams realistic."

He couldn't help but scoff at that. Realistic? The only realistic dream for Quirkless people like me is to either save up enough money to move to a country where Quirk Protection Laws are actually enforced, or find a tall building with rooftop access and take the express elevator down. Moron.

He was jarred out of his thoughts when Power Loader finished his brief talk on safety procedures and the rules of this studio to everyone, before saying "Now, we have plenty of students who would be willing to help you make your costumes and your gear. Personal pick? Our top scorer on the Entrance Exam, Izuku Midoriya!"

Thanks, sensei, for putting me on the spot like that, he mentally grumbled, realizing there was no way out of this one.

So instead, he turned around and put his goggles up on his forehead, before giving a tentative wave. "Hello everyone!"

Almost immediately there was a very loud and very familiar shout of "DEKU!?"

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To Be Continued...

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[1]: She's an OC. And fittingly enough, her first name means Bat in Japanese.

[2]: Yes, this version of Spider-Man uses a voice modulator to throw everyone off of what his real voice sounds like. Because voice recognition technology does exist and could potentially get him caught. (And in my personal headcanon, Izuku's VA is Justin Briner, just like in canon. While Spider-Man's voice actor is Josh Keaton, AKA Spectacular Spider-Man. I would've gone with Yuri Lowenthal, but honestly his Peter Parker sounds a bit too... old, in my opinion. Josh Keaton still sounds just enough like a teenager to make it work.)

[3]: I'm basing that number of the real-life population of New York City, which I did point out in the first chapter that Musutafu was roughly the same size as it.

[4]: Yeah, no surprise but I'm not a big fan of some of these costumes. Not only are some of them just really poorly designed, but from a practical standpoint most of them are just terrible. And I'm not the only one who thinks that. You could make a drinking game out of how many people hate/redesign Hagakure and Yaoyorozu's costumes, which is well earned because they're the most egregious. Seriously Horikoshi, what the hell?!

[5]: Yeah, a bit of a small reference to how in Canon Izuku's the 9th wielder of One For All (and other reasons that Izuku doesn't know yet. Spoiler.)

[6]: So, I've seen plenty of fanfics (usual Dadzawa fics but a few that weren't) where a teacher absolutely reams All Might out for doing Indoor Battle Trials when those are usually reserved for 2nd Year students. I don't ENTIRELY agree with that statement, but I do think that starting them off in what is essentially a 2v2 Deathmatch was NOT the right way to start off the year. Vlad King already listed my reasons for thinking that, and also gave what I felt would be a much more thought out and better paced lesson plan for the first year, with some additions from Kaina.

So yeah, cutting it off here because this feels like a good place to stop. Also yes, Izuku has bioelectric Venom powers similar to Miles Morales. Because they're awesome. If you're wondering why I went with red lightning instead of green, it's because his costume will eventually be green and I wanted them to stand out a little better.

Along with that, he meets Ochako (AKA best girl in MHA) and she accidentally learns who he is. More on that next chapter.

And Toga Himiko is not a villain in the making in this story. Because what happened to her in MHA Canon is a travesty and she deserved better. So much better.

Hope you guys enjoyed. Until next time, EXCELSIOR!

[batzcrazy]

thank u for answering the other ask!!! what’s ur thots on a casual day spent with jason? :)

hello! ended up writing a little something for this^^ sorry that it's a bit later than intended

warnings: injury mentions, cheeky jason, cheesy stuff

short hcs to share first

pulls up whenever he feels like it tbh

hes considerate of your time and space but sometimes he does feel like just being around you so . his need for company wins

always tries to bring you something he thinks you'd like

(it's either sweet and sentimental or the stupidest thing you've ever seen because he thought it was really fucking funny)

sprawls out like he lives there and tbh he sort of does

it's weird how him being there enhances the environment? like he belongs there all the time

even when he's covered in the worst injuries you've seen in awhile (and you live in gotham so ??)

he doesn't necessarily like coming by when he's injured but sometimes he's gotta do it

and your presence is comforting so he feels less like he's about to throw up

enjoys a variety of things (never shares because why would he? but it's nice to think that you'd know what he likes if no one else)

a little something i did (please excuse any mistakes i wrote this at 4am)

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Jason graces your apartment with his presence in the afternoon; 2pm on a Sunday. It's a change to his usual night drop ins, but you find you don't mind.

Especially since he's shown up in sweatpants, sneakers, and a loose hoodie.

"Hey there sunshine," He says, already crossing the living room and dropping a plastic bag on the coffee table. "Brought you something. Thought you might like it."

"Hey yourself Todd," You say, nudging his knee with your foot. It's your odd way of greeting him. He nudges your foot back. "What is it?"

"It's a surprise!"

"Todd."

You've never really been one for his surprises. Particularly the ones that start with him half dead at your doorstep and end with him passed out on your bed to sleep off the pain.

You'd find blood and dirt in the tiles of your bathroom for days and would be immediately reminded of the way he'd softly groan when you swiped a little too hard at a cut.

"Sorry," You'd say, at least 20 times.

" 'S fine doll." He'd mumble back, a little more asleep than the last 20 times he's said it.

But anyway, before he disappears somewhere into your apartment, he leans over to press a kiss to your lips, humming softly when you cup his cheeks. His stomach is warm and his head is spinning with a new emotion.

"Just check it out!"

Reaching into the bag, you find items probably stolen from the batcave. Under that, you find donuts from the little shop downtown. They're Justice League themed.

"...Really?"

Jason pops his head in, grinning, "Yeah, I thought they looked funny."

You frown, picking up a bat shaped Something. "No, not those. This?"

He only laughs, taking it from you and spinning it between his fingers, "Cool, right?" He pauses, lips forming a soft pout. "Wanna watch Mean Girls?"

You squint your eyes and click your tongue at the smirk on his face. "Todd."

"I'll return them!" He can't fight the way the corners of his lips quirk up when you glare at him. "Probably. He won't notice anyway. So what do you say, hm?"

He kisses your nose, your cheek, the corner of your eyes, your forehead, in a feverish way; Like he can't get enough (and that would be true).

"Fine," You relent, between kisses. "Jason, I said okay!"

"Yeah," He mumbles, kissing you a little harder each time than the last. "I know, just one more."

One more turns into five more, which turns into ten more, which turns into no more Mean Girls for at least an hour or so.

[anime-rambles]

"OMEGA STOP PART 1"

Pairing: Alpha Bakugou x Alpha Kirishima x Omega Reader

Type: ABO Dynamic, Angst, blood, SFW

Word Count: 2900+

A/N: Seeing how everyone is loving “Welcome Home Omega” I decided to do another omegaverse fic this time with lots of angst. Thank you so much for all the kind words, reblogs, likes and follows. Was thinking of making a Part 2 for this? What do you think?

Summary: Omega y/n returns home to her alpha’s after being away in Europe, thinking she would be able to re-join her alphas and be happy. Only to discover they move on without her.

Link to Part 2 = https://anime-rambles.tumblr.com/post/657712192264814592/omega-stop-part-2

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I collect my suitcase from baggage claim and make my way towards the arrivals gate. It has been an incredibly long 8 years since I’ve been back home in Japan. After graduating UA with all my friends, I decided I needed a new path, something exciting that didn’t include my alphas. Being away from my family and friends has been one of the most difficult things to go through and more importantly being away from my alphas. It was nice to be needed and not just because of my second gender.

After graduating UA, I joined Fatgum’s agency and from there I met Jackie one of fat’s previous partners on the drug squad. She needed a bright new hero that wanted to work outside of Japan and head off a special unit in charge of investigating quirk enhancing drugs. At first everyone was onboard and excited fir me but as time went on, it was becoming increasing hard to keep in contact with my busy alphas. So, one Christmas, two years into the job we all agreed to stop dating and put our relationship on hold, until I was finished with the special unit or until one of the alphas said enough, come home. I agreed happily, never thinking I would get the come home call, but here I am. I left Europe and returned home.

The doors of arrivals opened in front of me, I look around the barrier hoping to see either of my boys, Bakugou or Kirishima, but neither blonde nor red head could be seen. I walk the corner a small bit, thinking they might be hiding but nothing. I spot movement in the distant, a blur of pink rushing to my arms, knocking me off balance.

“YYYY/NNNN, I CAN’T BELIEVE YOUR HOME” Mina sobs into my ear. “Mina” I say back hugging her tightly. Out of everyone in UA Mina stayed in constant contact with my updating me on the group’s latest gossip and everyone hero’s ranking. “Come on, lets get you home” She speaks again, taking one of my bags and my hand in hers. I smile to her and gladly accept her hand. Mina is an omega like me, after UA her and Sero got together and currently have a beautiful house and a serval fluffy cats. Once we reach the car and start our journey. Mina tells me of everyone, what they are doing and what is planned for my coming home party tonight.

“Wait, slow down, where are you taking me first” I say, laughing at her excitement. With her hands on the car wheel. She says “Bakugou and Kirishima’s” I pause for a second. They must just be living together and not actually still together without, right? They wouldn’t betray me, would they? These thoughts are fully my head, maybe coming home wasn’t a good idea. I should have ignored the “come home” agreement. What if they just want to use me to have their kid and toss me aside.

“Y/N, please say something, you made me promise not to talk about the boys when were away and right now you’re kinda scaring me.” She presses.

“I’m… just thinking. So out with it tell me what has been going on, why are they living together.” I asked shifting in my seat to look at her and she drives down the straight road.

“Okay, so it started whe….”

Mina basically said what I thought she might after I left fully and didn’t come back like we agreed. Kirishima and Bakugou stopped for a while, they didn’t live together, socialise or anything but after Kirhisma was badly injured in a battle, they moved back in with each other and kept their relationship quiet, it’s been 6 years, that they been together while I have been alone.

“So that’s basically all of it y/n, I’m sorr…”

I cut her off, “Mina this is not for you to apologise for, you kept your promise to me and now I must face the music as they say in Europe.” We had arrived outside their house ages ago, but we ended up talking. I step out of the car and move to grab my bags. I look up to the house, it’s huge and white. Very modern and what’s looks to be very expensive. But what can you expect from the Number 1 and Number 5 heroes in Japan. Mina steps out and comes to my side of the car to hug me goodbye and to tell me the information for tonight. Just then the front door opens, Kirishima steps out with a huge grin on his face. He has changed a lot since I left. He is like a wall, thick with muscle and sporting a high red ponytail.

“There she is,” Kirishima says, holding out his arms as he makes his way down the path towards me. I drop my bags and run to him. I can be anger later, but right now I need this hug. “Here I am,” I say back to him, I took my face into his neck to breathe him in, he tries to do the same but it is unable as I have my marks and scent glands covered as Europe has different rules than us. I can sense the confusion and say I will explain later. Kirishima greats Mina and they discuss briefly about this evening's plans and Mina is off on her way, waving goodbye. With his arm around me, he guides me inside towards the kitchen. We each stand on opposite sides of the Island, not knowing what to say first.

“So, where’s Bakugou? I thought you would both be at the airport” I say frankly to him, showing my frustrations. “He had to work, but he should be back home soon,” Kirishima replies shuffling his feet. I stare at him, I want to voice my anger, I want him to know how much I hurt, I need to do this with Bakugou. “Okay” I reply looking at my bags, why did I come here, why did I think we could go back to normal. “He’ll probably be late like always though, why don’t show you to your room and you can get ready for this evening” He smiled at me, like he trying to form an olive branch between us. I nod and follow him out of the room and up the stairs. All around me are reminders, parties I could not attend, award shows I missed but right now I can’t dwell on that. My time in Europe was the best experience of my life and right now I want to go back. Kirishima leads me to a guest room and leaves me to get ready. I sigh, this is going to be difficult.

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Doing the finishing touches to my hair, I smooth my dress down as I look in the mirror. I’m wearing a tight-fitting black dress, that is off the shoulders. I rub my hands down my neck, wishing I could have had the surgery to remove my mark guards yesterday before I came home. Just to show them, that I kept my promise to them. I hear noises downstairs, Bakugou had arrived home ages ago but did not even come to say hello, just went straight to the shower. Although I know what Mina told me was true, I needed proof if I was to enter an argument with Bakugou. I walk a small bit from my room trying to stay quiet, I turn a corner and see a wall of photo frames, most are from UA and some are from Dates we three had together. The difference, I was no longer in the photos, I was cut out. You could see my arm or a sliver of my hair and maybe an eye. I felt rejection, my inner omega whined. Why would they do this to me? I ripped the frame from the walls and marched downstairs. My heels clicked on the floor beneath me. I rounded the corner and enter the kitchen not bothering to wait for their conversation to finished. I throw the frames onto the countertop and look up at both of them making eye contact. If I wasn’t so mad and hurt, I would be shocked at how mature and sexy they both are right now. Kirishima's hair is half up, half down being supported with braids and he is in a maroon shirt opened slightly. Whereas Bakugou wears a white shirt and supports an undercut. My alphas have matured, I suppose I have as well.

Kirishima looks at the frames and stays quiet. Bakugou does not dare to break eye contact with me.

“So, let me get this straight. I leave home, to become great in something that is bigger than me. I leave my alphas with an agreement, that we all would hit pause, and eventually I would come back or get a called from either of you to come home. I follow the rules, and it seems to me what I got in thanks was to be cut from your lives.” I raise my voice, guesting to the pile in front of me.

“tck…” Bakugou replies and looks at Kirishima.

“Don’t tck me Bakugou, it seems to me that I’m not even wanted here anymore, so why was I called home, let me guess you need an omega to have your child and then I’m to disappear,” I respond. “No that’s not why we called you back” Kirishima speaks up, slightly walking towards to appear less hostile.

“Funny how you call us your alphas but yet, our marks, our bond is no longer on your neck,” Bakugou responds, pointing towards me. “They are not gone, they are covered by a skin slip, in Europe is safer to have them covered in case you are kidnapped and forced to bond with someone,” I say back to him. “Omega, please let us explain, I understand your hurt, but we want you still, your part of our family,” Kirishima replies placing a hand on my elbow. I jerk away from him.

“So, all this time, when I was away, suffering through my heats alone. Omega depression after omega depression. You two, were what? Together happily rutting away.”

“Yes, how do we know you never had it off with anyone else,” Bakugou said leaning on the Island in front of me. “Bakugou, don’t say that -” Kirishima scolded him. “- we don’t think that y/n”. I stand there shocked; I can sense he is hurt but right now I will not be his vent.

“ah, I see, I was away fucking my way through Europe apparently and my alphas decided that instead of coming to see me and to tell me. They went behind my back” I stare at Bakugou not daring to back down. “How do we know you weren’t, how do we know you didn’t get our marks removed?” Bakugou asked.

I scuffed and turned out of the kitchen, towards my bags that were left at the bottom of the stairs. Both Alphas stayed in the kitchen and spoke to each other. I opened my bags and reached into it to find a wrapped plastic bag. I walked back into the kitchen, hearing Bakugou raising his voice at Kirishima, “I can’t Kiri, you almost died.” Kirishima hushed Bakugou as I re-entered the kitchen. I threw the bag at Bakugou.

“Go on, open it -” I say with my hands on my hips. “- There’s your proof” I stand and watch it. Bakugou opens the bag and pulls out two jumpers, one of his and one of Kirishima’s. Their scent has well worn out but mine could be smelled. Years of being alone, years of depression, laid in their hands. Kirishima’s eye watered. “This proves nothing, maybe if you weren’t lying about our mark being gone, we wouldn’t have this problem,” Bakugou said, dropping the jumpers on the countertop. “What do you want me to do, perform surgery right now, you know once you never doubted me” I laugh under my breath.

“Yeah well once, you weren’t such a slut, betraying your alp-“Bakugou responded but Kirishima stepped in creating a barrier between us. Tears started to form in my eyes, my vision blurred. Fine, if Bakugou wants proof right now that I was loyal then fine, I’ll give it to him.

I look at my nails and smile to myself, I thank whatever god is listening that I have long pointed nails today. Kirishima is currently speaking to Bakugou, standing in front of me. I can no longer hear him. All I know is, those skin slips have to go now. I take a deep breath in and dig my nails into my neck around where the stitched used to be. I whimper, both can smell blood and turn to look at me. I rip the slip from my skin, blood starts to pour from my neck but nothing that would majorly hurt me. I reach for the other and dig my nails in. “Y/n stop, what are you doing” Kirishima reaches to stop me, but he’s too late I pulled the other off and make eye contact with Bakugou. “You wanted your proof, here you are Bakugou, take a whiff I have NEVER BETRAYED EITHER OF YOU” I scream, throwing the slips onto the counter and storm off.

“Omega come back now” Bakugou shouts after me, I can hear him chase me and reach for my arm. I pull it forward and turn to face him. Tear are leaving my eyes, ruining my makeup, my dress ruined from the blood. “What Katsuki, you believe me now? What do you want from me, why are you mad?” Bakugou stands in shock, unable to talk. “ANSWER ME NOW,” I scream again. Bakugou reaches forward grabbing my arms, tears forming in his. Kirishima was leaning on the door behind him.

“HE ALMOST DIED, AND YOU WEREN’T THERE, I WAS ALONE, WATCHING HIM DIE AND YOU WERENT THERE, YOU PROMISED ME I’D NEVER BEEN ALONE, AND YOU LEFT ME ALONE WAITING FOR HIM TO COME BACK” he roared at me. I shoved Bakugou off me.

“I CAME HOME WHEN EIJIROU WAS IN HOSPITAL” I shouted back, both alphas heads shot straight up and looked at me. “I was there, I broke me promise to stay away until I was asked by either of you to come home. But I saw the fight, I saw Eijirou get knockdown and didn’t get back up. I hopped on the nearest flight and came home. You need proof, ask Fatgum, Denki, Tamaki, Deku.. anyone who sat in that waiting room.” I said looking into Bakugou's eyes. Kirishima walked forward to join us. Bakugou went to speak. “No you let me speak, I was there. Kirishima opened his eyes and called me an angel and then you shot into the room in a panic and threw yourself on him. Bakugou you looked in my eyes and didn’t say a word, so I stepped back, you saw me there, you. Don’t blame this on me. Knowing how angry you would be, Deku came and got me, promising to watch over both of you.” I stopped to wipe the tears from my eyes.

“How dare you hold that over me Katsuki Bakugou,” I say to him, Kirishima reaches for my hand as if to pull us all back together. I step back, I need to breathe to get out. I walk about the front door, grabbing my handbag. “I’ll see you at the party, some welcome home this was,” I say not looking back and slam the front door.

I walk down the path and reach for my phone, dialing Mina’s number. “Hey girly, I’m just about to leave for the pub,” Mina says down the phone. I start to cry and sit down on the curb. “Sero, wait a second” Mina whispers away from the phone. “Y/n, what’s happened, what’s going on,” She says again her voice has lowered. “Mina I need some help; I can’t see everyone looking like this,” I say back to her. I cry again, I can hear the door behind me open and I stand. I turn and see Kirishima, “Y/n wait please, come back in, we can sort this out,” he says, and I look over his shoulder. Bakugou is frozen in the same spot, staring at the floor. “I’m almost there, start walking to me,” Mina says and hangs up. I bend down and undo the straps of my heels, steeping out of them leaving them on the step. I start to run down the street, I need some quiet, I need to think.

“OMEGA STOP” Bakugou shouts behind me, but I can’t. I see Mina’s car and run towards it.

[jackrrabbit]

Sidekick /// Dabi x f!Reader x Shigaraki (18+)

Summary: During a rescue gone wrong, a rookie sidekick catches the attention of two villains.

A/N: Thanks for 1k followers!! This is the fic that made me create a smut blog/lowkey inspired this. imho this might be the spiciest thing I’ve ever written 😳 also wanted to call out @kazooli​ because this is highkey inspired by her lol thanks queen

Tags/warnings: quirk kink, reader’s quirk makes other quirks stronger, noncon, threesome, lots of foreplay, outdoor sex, mild overstimulation, degradation, mild violence, threats, chronological/temporal inaccuracies, fucking long

You can hardly be blamed for not recognizing them. It’s only been three weeks since you debuted as a pro, and you’re not even really a hero. You’re a sidekick, and apparently you’re not important enough to have been briefed on the major villains you need to look out for. You’re just…doing your duty. Rescuing civilians indiscriminately. Stupid, naive little sidekick. It’s not your fault that the lives you just saved belong to the two most notorious villains around.

Still, Shigaraki can’t wait to see the look on your face when you find out.

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The disaster you ‘rescue’ them from—the League’s bar crashing down, the result of a small-time villain’s poisonous gas quirk—isn’t even a disaster. It’s a minor annoyance, sure, but Shigaraki and Dabi would have been fine without you…even though both of them missed Kurogiri’s warp gate and ended up trapped under a wooden beam in the wreckage of the building… Okay, it’s more than a minor annoyance. Shigaraki hacks violently as the cloud of foul-smelling steam and powdered debris enters his lungs. The poisonous quirk doesn’t seem to be having the same acid-burn effects on his body as it did on the building, but he can’t assume it’s harmless.

Father… Shigaraki took Father off his face to drink at the bar earlier before the gas hit, and now in the confusion the severed hand is either buried underneath the rubble that used to be the League’s main base or somewhere else out of view. “Father? Father!” Shigaraki calls out, attempting to shift under the crushing weight of the beam.

“Shut up,” Dabi says from somewhere to Shigaraki’s left. “Kurogiri took it in one of the portals, I saw it.” He looks worse than Shigaraki feels—something hit him in the face as the bar collapsed, and a few of the staples (piercings? stitches? whatever) on his right cheek are torn open and bleeding.

“Are you lying to me?”

Dabi sneers and rolls his eyes. “Let’s just get out of here.” His palms glow blue and Shigaraki follows suit, letting four fingers sit on the wood that’s pinning both of them to the ground. It’s too heavy to lift, so they’re going to have to get rid of it…a task that seems significantly more difficult when it becomes clear that neither of them are positioned at the right angle to touch it.

Shigaraki tries to wrest his arm out enough for his thumb to touch the wood, but it’s impossible. Beside him, Dabi’s having the same issue. “Shit, I can’t reach—“

“Is someone there?” Confident, clear, and oddly robotic, your voice cuts through the din of gurgling water from cracked pipes and police sirens like a lit flare in the darkness. Shigaraki tenses and halts his attempts to get free from the beam, and a second later Dabi mimics him.

“I heard voices.” The same unfamiliar voice rings out through the half-light, now accompanied by a body—your body, taking a series of awkward jumps down the piles of rubble to land in front of the two of them. The outfit you’re wearing is ridiculous: a pair of metal boots that clang against the cement wherever you step, matching braces on your arms, and a space-age chrome motorcycle helmet to top it all off.

A hero. Shigaraki’s lip curls in disgust as your head turns his way.

You scan the scene quickly, eyes resting on the two men trapped in front of you for a moment before you turn back to the opening in the wreckage. “Found two civilians!” you call out to the rescue workers just in case they’re within earshot, although it’s unlikely.

Dabi snickers under his breath. Civilians? Even in the chaos, you should’ve known the second you saw them who you’re looking at. Are you faking ignorance? Got something up your sleeve?  It’s either that, or you genuinely don’t recognize them. Priceless.

You kneel down in front of the fallen beam and give a half-hearted attempt to pick it up. It doesn’t budge. No surprises there—if it were light enough for you to lift by yourself, the two men held down by it would have no problem getting out with their combined strength. You’re going to have to use your support gear to get it off them.

But first—you search for a memory of your rescue training. Reassure the victims. They’re probably panicking.

“It’ll be okay,” you tell them, your voice coming out mechanical and distorted from the helmet you’re wearing. “You’re going to be okay. I’m here to save you.”

This time, Dabi has to bite his lip to keep from laughing out loud. Ah, yes…they’re so lucky that there’s a do-gooder little hero around to rescue them, because they’d be helpless otherwise. The laugh is still audible, though, and Shigaraki shoots him a glare.

You raise an eyebrow at their expressions. Did he just laugh? Well…you’ve heard that people sometimes have inappropriate reactions in times of crisis. The dark-haired man seems more badly hurt, so you creep toward him first, careful not to disturb any of the debris and trigger an avalanche reaction. “I’m going to check your injuries now,” you tell him, and your gloved hand brushes away a sweep of spiky hair to examine the sizable red bump growing on his forehead.

Ouch…there’s no way that doesn’t hurt, but the man’s not letting any of the pain show on his face. Instead, he looks disinterested at best, and at worst? You almost get the feeling that he’s eyeing you up under your hero costume. Not that you can blame him. Damn this skin-tight bodysuit—it leaves basically nothing to the imagination.

“Does it hurt a lot?” you ask him. “I don’t think this is too serious, but they’ll look you over for a concussion when I get you to first aid.”

Dabi shrugs and you frown. Is the non-verbal response because of the ripped stitches in his face? Is it too painful to talk? Or could there be brain damage? Or maybe he’s just a man of few words or something…?

“Can you get on with it? Pick up the fucking beam already,” Shigaraki hisses.

Startled, you pull your hand away from the other man’s forehead. That ungrateful little…nope, nope, don’t get annoyed, he’s just in shock. “O-Of course, sorry. Just gotta make sure it’s okay to move.”

Luckily, the beam doesn’t look like it’s supporting anything else that’ll fall if you pick it up. You crouch down next to one end and steady your feet against the cement, lifting up with all your strength while activating the effects of the support items you’re wearing. When you feel the metal on your arm braces grow warm, you remind yourself again to thank the developer of your costume. You may not be a fan of the way-too-tight bodysuit that clings to everything, but the strength-enhancing armor that you wear on your arms and legs more than makes up for it.

A second later, you hold back a grin. It’s moving! You try to ignore the unpleasant screech of metal against stone as the beam slowly lifts into the air. As soon as the men get out from under it, you pant and let it crash back into the ground. “You guys okay?”

“Mm…yes,” Dabi replies, running a hand over the torn piercings in his cheek. “Got any more gas masks for the poison mist?”

“Don’t worry! The Commission is familiar with the villain who created it, and the gas isn’t harmful to anything living. Only buildings. It’s a troublesome quirk, but we’ve got it under control.”

“Then what’s with the helmet?”

He can hear the hesitation in your reply, even distorted and tinny through the metal speakers. “Uh…I, well…”

Now that you’re getting a good look at them, the two scarred faces in front of you seem weirdly intense, considering you’ve just saved them from a collapsed building. The dark-haired man’s eyes are…very, very blue next to the burned-looking skin underneath, and the other man’s greyish-blue hair isn’t quite long enough to obscure a pair of red irises that are scrutinizing your face with obvious hostility.

You give a nervous shake of your head to clear it. “Um, the helmet is…it’s dangerous if I take it off. I should get you guys back to the rescue area, I need to meet up with my hero…” Without thinking, you take a step back and then one more, not knowing exactly why you’re backing away when you’re supposed to be escorting them. “I’ll just lead the way?”

With your third step back, though, you bump into something hard. What was that? Your head jerks around but before you can identify what it is that stopped your retreat, you feel the faint sensation of something tapping lightly on the back of your helmet.

And then…it just…crumbles.

What just happened?

You cough and shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut against the sudden onslaught of dust. A breeze whips through your hair, sending a chill through you in more ways than one. How? No one pulled the helmet off; you would’ve felt it if they had. More dust sticks to your face, and you rub your eyes so you can open them.

Behind you, Shigaraki waits with outstretched fingers an inch away from your neck. If he had to explain the decision to decay your helmet strategically, he could—you’re a hero, a potential threat, and he wants to know what you’re hiding under that outfit just in case you figure out who they are and decide to turn on them.

But really? He didn’t think about it that much. It was an impulse reaction to you walking away from them; a tantrum. Child-like.

Once your stunned face is exposed, Dabi has to wonder what you were even trying to hide. You’re…surprisingly ordinary. Young-looking—a rookie, fresh from hero school graduations a few weeks ago maybe? Large, expressive eyes, lips parted in shock, but nothing particularly interesting. Shigaraki cocks his head to the side to study your face too, and both of them are so focused on your appearance that it takes a moment for them to notice the feeling.

Well, feeling isn’t really the right word, but there isn’t a word for the way your quirk works. Dabi’s eyes widen when it reaches him and behind you, Shigaraki stiffens. You notice.

There’s an involuntary quiver in your voice as you break the silence. “Y-You guys must have strong quirks if you can feel it just from that.”

Dabi sucks in a breath. So this is your quirk? It’s different…he’s never felt anything like it, not that he’s exactly sure what it is. There’s some kind of energy in the air around you that he’s breathing in, a feeling like taking a shot of espresso after days of sleep deprivation.

No, it’s stronger than that. The head rush after doing a line of cocaine would be a better metaphor.

Either way, he’s awake—more awake than he can remember feeling in a long time. Heat rises to the surfaces of his palms unbidden, his quirk appearing without him calling it. “What is this?”

“…It’s called Boost,” you say, licking your lips as a dry wave of heat radiates out from the man in front of you. “I can strengthen other people’s quirks. That’s why it’s dangerous—if the villain finds us—“

“It must have been hard to get through hero school with a quirk like that,” says a raspy voice from behind you.

What—? Your head twists around. When did he—

Shigaraki grips your shoulder with three fingers, holding just tightly enough to keep you from stumbling forward and away from him. His pinky and ring finger hover an inch over your costume, careful not to disintegrate the fabric he’s touching—although with the power sparking through his veins at the moment, it almost feels like three fingers would be enough.

“…Doesn’t really seem like the kind of quirk a hero has.” His voice, soft and pondering (a weird contrast to the harsh architecture of his facial features you’d seen earlier), feels very close to your ear. Something soft tickles your cheek. His hair?

A voice (an instinct?) deep inside of you is telling you to run. You ignore it. This is normal, right? It’s not uncommon for civilians who’ve just suffered a traumatic villain attack to have questions, even if those questions seem irrelevant to the situation at hand. You have to answer, even if your gut is churning. “I’m not really a hero. Not yet. For now, I’m a sidekick to one of the pros—and speaking of which, I really need to find—“

“But how does it work?” Dabi doesn’t notice himself making a conscious decision to step forward, but he does anyway and being closer to you feels right. He can see the trepidation on your face as he gets close enough to reach out and touch you, but you can’t really ask him to stay back, can you? Not when your quirk feels this good?

“I—“ Is it unreasonable that you think you’re being trapped right now? They’re just a couple of civilians, right? The question itself is common enough. People often wonder how you can be a hero. It’s a concern you’ve had to address dozens of times over the years. “Well, I work with rescue operations, especially with other heroes who have healing-type quirks. I can also assist in combat in some situations.”

“In combat? If you’re with a hero and a villain, you’ll enhance both quirks. Seems counterintuitive,” Dabi says, half aware that his voice is getting lower.

“And you clearly don’t have physical abilities. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have…these.” Shigaraki taps three fingers on the metal brace on your right arm.

“The effects can be unpredictable. And I can increase the degree of the enhancement with physical contact.”

“Contact?”

“Yeah. The gloves of my costume come off. My quirk is way stronger when it’s skin-to-skin.” The words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them.

You shouldn’t have said that.

Shigaraki’s ring finger and pinky, which were hovering over the arm brace, come down to rest on the cold metal. The effect is instant: no crumbling, no slow decay—it’s there, and then it’s dust. His quirk in action, boosted by yours.

“What—What are you doing? What did you just do?” You try to pull away from him, but he holds you tight by your collar. His other hand comes up to grip your chin, and in one long sloppy stroke, he licks you from your neck up to your jawline.

You shudder. So does Shigaraki.

“It’s my quirk,” he tells you slowly. His breath is steamy warm on the cold, wet trail of saliva painting your throat. “Decay. Have you heard of it?”

You flinch away from his hand and your back falls against his chest. Of course you’ve heard of the Decay quirk. You might be a rookie, but even civilians know about the young, impetuous head of the League of Villains. Jesus, how had you not recognized him earlier? White hair, red eyes…you should have known. You should have left him under that beam. “Shigaraki…Tomura.”

“So you’re not completely clueless. Do you know me, then?” Dabi asks. He would think he’s the more noticeable of the two (the burn scars usually identify him), but you just stare up at him with the same deer-in-the-headlights look as before. Smirking, he lights a blue fire in his palm and it jumps up toward your face—not just the small spark he intended, but a bright, high flame. “Maybe this will help you remember.”

“The Forest of Beasts incident. You’re the one who started that fire,” you whisper. You’ve seen the TV coverage of the attack on UA’s training camp, the abduction of that teenage student, the forest lit up blue from wildfire. No wonder his skin looks burned.

“Dabi,” he corrects you.

Breath is coming out of your mouth in shallow puffs. Are you hyperventilating? Is this what hyperventilating feels like? You’re definitely panicking. They’re so close to you, caging you in between them. The smoke from the blue fire is uncomfortably hot over the exposed skin of your face, and Shigaraki’s lethal hands are still touching you. If they want to kill you—and why wouldn’t they?—you’re fucked.

The flame goes out and Dabi’s hands come down to squeeze your wrists. His palms are hot like he was holding them in front of a lit stove. It’s not painful, but it’s a threat.

“I’ll fight,” you say.

Your voice is trembling, and Shigaraki likes it. The effects of your quirk, the way he felt when he licked your face… And you’re afraid. He can see it in your shoulders, the quivering of your torso pressed into him. It’s nice. He wants to feel it more.

You’re struggling against their hold, and Dabi feels the urge to laugh. “You’ll fight…the two of us.”

“If you try to kill me, I’ll—“

Before you can finish your sentence, Shigaraki’s hands flit down to your metal support gear and disintegrate it. Shit. He’s fast, and you’re helpless.

Dabi releases your wrists and cups your face in a mockery of intimacy. His eyelids flutter closed as his skin meets yours… Fuck, he could get used to this. You smell so good, sweet and soft and clean, like fruity shampoo. What is that, watermelon?

Life must be difficult for you, hm… Everyone around you must want to touch you constantly. It seems like Shigaraki enjoyed licking you—maybe bodily fluids are an even stronger conductor of your quirk? Pushing easily past your resistance, Dabi forces your jaw upward and kisses you.

Oh…yesyesyes, just like that. Perfect. Dabi has to bite down a groan as his tongue enters your mouth. It’s ridiculous for someone else’s spit to taste this good, but he’s right—your quirk is amplified by the contact from the kiss.

After a moment he has to break it to regain focus and make sure he’s not burning you. You cringe away from him, your cheek brushing against Shigaraki’s neck, but Dabi tangles his hand in your hair to pull you back. He runs a finger against your closed lips, letting the pad of his fingertip heat up until your mouth drops open in response to the threat.

“What the hell are you doing?” Shigaraki asks, voice laced with revulsion. Privately, you agree. What’s going on? You were sure you were about to be either burned to a crisp or decayed into the equivalent.

Dabi laughs under his breath. “Try it. It feels crazy good.”

Curious now, Shigaraki wrenches your head around and tilts your jaw up to repeat Dabi’s action. When you refuse to open your mouth, he taps your jaw warningly and a hiss of fear escapes you. Would he really kill you? He decayed your support gear so quickly—would it be the same for your body?

Well, what’s going to stop them?

You open your mouth.

Shigaraki’s lips are harsh and unsentimental against yours. His tongue sweeps over the inside of your mouth, invasive and brutal. He grips you forcefully, his face pushing you deeper into the strained hold with your head twisted toward his. You’ve never been kissed like this before. His spit—it’s in your mouth.

And Dabi’s hands are on your waist. “How do you get this thing off?” he murmurs, pinching the fabric of your bodysuit.

A surge of panicked adrenaline gives you the strength to pull back away from Shigaraki. “What? No, you can’t!”

“Are you going to stop us, little sidekick?” Dabi mocks. “I think I can burn it off without too much damage.”

“Let me.” Shigaraki takes hold of the cloth, careful so when it dissolves into dust his hand isn’t touching you, and within a second—a second—you’re left shivering in just your underwear and boots.

“Help!” The plea squeaks out and you hope blindly that there’s a hero close enough to hear you. But is there even anyone who can fight them? You certainly can’t. “Help me! Somebody!”

“Shut up.” Dabi sends up a tongue of flame from a fingertip and you shriek as the heat sears against you. “Oh, come on. You should feel lucky. Bad guys like us usually don’t hesitate to take heroes out.”

“I don’t— Please, I’m just a sidekick, I’m a rookie— What do you even want from me? Just let me go, I won’t tell anyone! Please let me go.”

“Well, I think I know what I want.” Dabi traces circles over the tender skin of your hips, playing with the elastic of your underwear. He meets Shigaraki’s eye over your shoulder. “I think he wants that too. Right?”

“Yeah, I want…I want to fuck her,” Shigaraki hums. This isn’t like him, but he can’t help himself. You’re different. Leaving you here and never feeling this stimulant again isn’t an option. He buries his face in the juncture of your neck and shoulder, bites down on the soft skin there, and sucks.

You whimper, half from his answer and half from the sensation of his chapped lips on your neck. “Why are you doing this?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but…you smell like something I want to eat. Especially this.” Dabi kneels down in front of you and hitches one of your legs up over his shoulder so you feel his hot breath washing over your clothed pussy.

You whine and attempt to wriggle back away from him, but Dabi’s grip on your thigh holds firm. His other hand brushes against the fabric of your panties to rub up against your slit and another surge of panic jumps up your throat. You can’t let him do this.

You kick your foot against his back, desperately attempting to make contact using the heel of the high boot that’s the only piece of outerwear still left on your body. It hits him awkwardly and he growls. “Damn it. Can’t you keep her busy?”

“Ahh…” Shigaraki ceases his oral assault on your neck and scratches a fingernail against one of the bright red marks marring your skin. He feels almost dizzy from the way your quirk is affecting him. Behind him, the broken expanse of wall digging into his back is the only thing keeping his focus. “Behave, sidekick.”

Before you can respond to the mocking title, Shigaraki’s face is against yours and his tongue is in your mouth again. Rough fingertips work up under the band of your sports bra and pushes it up over your tits. You screw your eyes shut at the sudden feeling of cold air on your nipples, and you know without looking that they’re standing up. Shigaraki gropes you thoughtlessly, keeping one finger lifted off of your skin, and you gasp on his tongue.

“That’s better.” Dabi’s mouth returns to brush against your panties. To be honest, eating you out isn’t the first thing on his mind. What he wants—what he really wants—is to shove you up against the wall and fuck into you and find out what your quirk feels like when you’re wrapped around his cock. But you’re probably not wet enough for that, and it’s not like Shigaraki is going to do anything to take care of you. Dabi would be surprised if the other man’s ever eaten pussy before in his life.

Besides…you smell good. It’s not even just the feeling of your quirk exciting him. The rich, feminine scent of your pussy is inches away from him, and Dabi is dying to make you cum in his mouth.

A moan curls up from deep in your throat as Dabi caresses the lips of your pussy through your underwear. You don’t bother protesting—at this point, it’s unlikely that any plea you could muster would stop them. Your earlier begging didn’t do much besides spur them on, but you still cry out as softly as you can when an unnaturally warm fingertip slips under the cloth of your panties to dip into your slit.

“Oh? You’re wetter than I expected. Are you enjoying this?”

Your frantic denial falls on deaf ears. Shigaraki rasps out a laugh and bites down on your neck again. He’s supposed to be keeping you still, but he can’t help enjoying the way your almost-naked body feels as you press yourself back into his chest, trying to force some space between yourself and Dabi.

Your squirming is no problem for Dabi, though—you’re so soft and vulnerable and the velvety skin of your inner thigh looks so delicious… He nuzzles against the area of bare skin and latches on to it, sucking until he’s sure you’re going to have a mark in a few minutes. The thought of leaving hickeys on you like a teenager is sickeningly nostalgic. You’re probably going to try to forget this when they’re done, aren’t you? But you won’t be able to, not when you’re covered in love bites and bruises. You’re going to be marked up for weeks.

Fuck, he’s hard.

Too impatient to bother taking off your panties, Dabi just pushes them aside to gain access to your damp cunt. His fingers feel hot—too hot, almost unbearably hot; you feel like you could melt into a puddle and your pussy is certainly slick enough as he pets your clit and slides one finger in, then two… You whimper and shake your head, silently denying what’s happening to you. The intrusion is uncomfortable, but Dabi’s fingers quickly find that rough patch inside of you that makes you want to beg like an animal. You hate it, but it feels good.

“She’s so tight,” Dabi says with something like awe in his voice. You can hear Shigaraki panting behind your back.

“Get on with it,” Shigaraki says.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

For a second you just feel Dabi’s humid breath against your dripping cunt before he closes the space between the two of you and his tongue slides onto you, laving over your cunt to come to a rest on your clit. A sound you’ve never heard yourself make before forces its way out of your mouth as Dabi eats you out in earnest, rubbing his tongue against your clit in a stuttering rhythm that gives you no time to catch your breath.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Your head rolls back onto Shigaraki’s shoulder. You feel like crying for a million reasons at once. Maybe you’re already crying—the sounds you’re making are almost like sobs. You want him to stop. You never want him to stop. Your hands twitch as you fight the impulse to fist them in the villain’s hair and pin him down between your thighs.

“Fuck, oh fuck, no stop please stop, ah…!” The stream of gibberish coming out of your mouth crescendoes into a real sob as you feel your climax coming. No—you can’t—you can’t cum here, in this broken-down bar, on the tongue of a villain, but it doesn’t matter that you can’t, because you’re going to cum anyway.

“Please don’t, please let me go—“ You writhe uncontrollably as the desire to cum sweeps over you, but Dabi just curls one arm around your thigh and pulls his face away so he can push his fingers back in, angling his palm to grind roughly over your clit. The harsh, rough texture after the warm wet softness of his tongue is enough to push you over the edge and you cry out your orgasm, your pussy clenching onto Dabi’s fingers as he works them in and out of you.

Unable to support yourself, you crumple like paper, and only the two villains you’re sandwiched between keep you upright.

“Fucking finally,” Shigaraki growls, and he pushes you down so your knees scrape painfully into the rubble. Your earlier resistance was cute, but so is your dazed compliance as he pulls your hips up to meet his.

“You’re going first?” Dabi asks incredulously. After he did all that work getting you off? No way.

“You can use her mouth,” Shigaraki tells him. His cock is straining against his pants and he groans as he releases it and rubs it over your panties. He could decay them, but…they’re cute. Pale pink, peach-pink, except for the wet spot over your cunt. Precum is already dribbling out of his cock as he pulls your panties to the side and lines it up with your pussy. Jesus-fucking-christ, you’re wet, sopping and slimy. Doesn’t that mean you’re begging to get filled up? Shigaraki hears himself sigh as he slides the head of his cock up and down your slit so it’ll be wet enough to go in.

You’re still out of it, dizzy from your orgasm and the tension of the situation, but you snap back to your senses with the feeling of something hard pushed up to your entrance. “Wait!” you yelp for what feels like the hundredth time. The gravel scattered over the wreckage where you’ve been forced onto your hands and knees digs painfully into your flesh as you pull away from Shigaraki, but he holds fast to your hips with pinkies raised.

“Uh-uh,” Dabi admonishes with a grin, as if he’s reprimanding a dog for not coming when called. He settles himself in front of your front and kneels again. Your hair is mussed but still silky soft and he takes a moment to enjoy the way the strands slip over his skin before he tangles his fingers close to your scalp and yanks your head in his direction, forcing your cheek to chafe against the crotch of his pants. It’s not difficult to tell what the the thick bulge is through the fabric, and you try to flinch away only to be caught again and immobilized.

“You’re going to take care of us,” Dabi tells you. “Like I took care of you. Okay?”

No, it’s not okay, it’s absolutely not okay, and you would say so if you didn’t see Dabi’s expression darken at your obvious denial and feel a wave of acrid heat coming from his hand in your hair. The smell is worse than the feeling, honestly—you’ve had enough run-ins with hair curlers and flat irons to recognize the smell of hair when it’s three seconds away from burning. “Okay! Okay,” you answer, panicked, voice muffled by the fabric of Dabi’s pants.

“Good girl,” he purrs, and the heat fades.

“I’m not waiting any longer,” Shigaraki says from behind you.

“Then don’t.”

You whine, too scared to try to get away again or even plead with them to let you go, but it doesn’t matter. Shigaraki’s cock presses into your pussy, and there’s nothing you can do to stop him as he slides into you, inch by inch, torturously slow. Is there anything to bite down on? You need to do something, anything to distract from the pain of Shigaraki’s cock stretching you out. He’s big, impossibly big.

Eyes squeezed shut, you bite your lip until you can taste copper and scrabble around blindly until your hand finds loose fabric to grip. It’s something of Dabi’s, probably the coat he’s wearing if you remember correctly, but your brain isn’t exactly working right at the moment—

“You were right…shit, she’s…she’s so fucking tight.” Shigaraki’s voice is low and labored with the effort of not thrusting into you all at once. “Feels like…she’s trying to push me out…”

Fuck it, he thinks. Would it really be so bad if he did push all the way into you in one stroke? It’s better to just get it over with, isn’t it? Yeah…you’d probably prefer him to do it quickly. And besides, he can’t wait another second to feel you all the way up to the base of his cock.

Your strangled whimper is drowned out by his satisfied groan as he shoves the rest of the way into you in a single sudden thrust. The pain knocks the breath out of you in a gasp, and your eyes fly open as you clutch Dabi’s coat like a lifeline.

“It hurts—!”

“Yeah…yeah, I bet it does,” Shigaraki pants, holding your hips steady as he thrusts in and out of you. The bored nonchalance of earlier is gone, replaced by a feral intensity as his cock carves its way through your pussy. If you didn’t know better, you’d think there’s something affectionate in his voice.

For Shigaraki’s part, he can hardly think of anything aside from the soft, hot, wet cunt wrapped over his dick. It’s taking every vestige of concentration he has left to make sure he’s holding a single finger on each hand away from your skin. It’s pure bliss. Your body was made to be fucked like this. He wants to live inside your pussy, he wants to do this every day, every minute. Fucking you raw is the best he’s felt in months…years. And it doesn’t hurt that your quirk is still working on him, still sending pleasurable shocks of energy that make him feel simultaneously like he could keep you pinned down for hours and like he could cum any second.

“Oh, she’s crying,” Dabi says, tilting your chin up so he can look into your eyes. You flinch and try to jerk your head away, but his hand is still holding you by your hair and he’s so much stronger than you are. They both are, even without using their quirks. “Look at me.”

You comply, more by reflex than any real desire to obey. It’s pretty striking to Dabi how cute you look as Shigaraki pounds into you so fast and deep you can hardly catch your breath. Your eyes are glittering with unshed tears, your tits bounce with every thrust, and you’re still holding onto Dabi’s coat like your life depends on it. It’s almost like you’re pulling him closer. Adorable.

“She can…take it,” Shigaraki responds breathily between thrusts. “Such a good whore, taking my big cock in her tight little pussy…”

The backhanded compliment jars you and you feel hot tears spill over your cheeks. “I’m—not—a—whore,” you manage to say, each word punctuated with Shigaraki’s skin slapping against yours.

“Really?” Shigaraki’s pace slows and he leans closer to you so he can reach an arm around and swirl two fingers against your clit. You mewl like a kitten at the unexpected stimulation and he laughs rudely. “Feels so good…can’t believe the heroes don’t want to fuck you like this all the time…”

You shake your head desperately and bury your face in Dabi’s chest, barely noticing him stroking your hair and then reaching down to unzip his pants.

“No, no, I bet that’s what you do as a sidekick, right?” Shigaraki’s thrusts are back to frenzied jerks, and he rubs over your clit just as roughly. “Spread your legs for your hero…you’d make a great personal cocksleeve. Or maybe they rotate you around so every pro hero gets a turn…?”

“No, I don’t! No! Ah— ahnnn…” The denials pierce the air uselessly as the villain’s cock fills you up again and again. You’re not a whore, you’re not…even if it’s getting harder and harder to ignore the growing pressure of Shigaraki teasing your clit in time with his cock rubbing against your sweet spot. It still hurts—he’s so big, bigger than anyone you’ve ever had sex with before, but there’s no way you’re going to admit to yourself that it’s starting to feel good.

“…Is my cock better than All Might’s?” Shigaraki’s words are cut off by his own grunt of pleasure as your cunt twitches around him.

“Shut the fuck up,” Dabi cuts in. “I’m sick of hearing a guy’s voice moaning. I’m going to get soft.”

Past the point of comprehending the situation, you look up at him gratefully, only to reel back in shock as Dabi frees his own cock from his pants and it brushes against your cheek. Trying to pull away from him is more instinct than rational thought, but he holds you just as easily as before and forces two fingers into your mouth. You tense, ready to bite down, (and hopefully take a few knuckles off) but he sees it coming and suddenly your mouth is horribly burning hot.

“You’re going to suck my cock now,” says Dabi conversationally, extinguishing the flame almost as soon as he started it. It’s not so bad—probably more like a coffee burn than anything else—but you’re coughing and spitting anyway. “Say yes.”

“…Yes,” you whisper, voice barely intelligible.

“Good little sidekick. And you’re going to be very careful. You’re not going to use teeth.”

You nod, unable to mount a defense with Shigaraki mercilessly fucking you from behind.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Y-Yes!” you squeal as Shigaraki finds a particularly sensitive spot inside you.

“Good.” Dabi drags your head down to hover over his cock and massages your jaw until it falls open. “Suck.”

One of his hands falls to your shoulder to try to stabilize you, but you can’t help feeling the threat in the motion. You quickly duck down and attempt to ignore the heady smell of sweat and precum as you trace your tongue up the underside of his dick. He’s big too, maybe thicker than Shigaraki, and you hate yourself for feeling lucky that it’s not this cock inside your pussy right now.

The stunt Dabi pulled burning your mouth made you salivate, and you let drool coat your tongue as you lick around the head. But it’s not working—you rock forward every time Shigaraki stuffs his dick back in your aching pussy, and Dabi’s cock smears over your mouth haphazardly.

“I said suck. Not lick.” Suddenly (although you don’t know why you keep expecting some kind of warning before these villains find a new way to violate you), Dabi grabs the back of your head and shoves his cock into your mouth. Your throat constricts involuntarily as the thick head triggers your gag reflex, and all three of you shiver in unison.

“Do…do that again,” Shigaraki says, voice strained. “She tightens up…when you do that.”

Dabi smirks and thrusts into you again, relishing the warm, humid cavern of your throat around his cock along with the pure swell of energy from your quirk enhancing his. His rhythm matches Shigaraki’s and his cock hits the back of your throat with every rapid pump, making you gag and clench like you’re trying to milk the cum out of him. What a perfect little slut… He can see from Shigaraki’s sloppy movements that you’re squeezing around his cock every time too.

The feeling of having one villain cock buried in your pussy while another ravages your throat is unthinkable, even more so with Shigaraki’s fingers on your clit coaxing out an earth-shaking orgasm. But you’d almost be able to forget what’s happening—god knows you’re delirious with sensation, barely able to keep track of who’s doing what to you—if not for the sound. The wet slap of Shigaraki’s hips against your ass, the horrible squelching from your (dripping wet, even if you don’t want to admit it) pussy as his cock pistons in and out of you, your choked moans and gagging noises, and above it all, the unrestrained voices of the villains fucking into you.

You feel like a fuck toy, a sex doll, used without mercy by the two most evil people you can think of…and you’re about to cum.

Your voice is getting louder by the second, and the pulsing of your cunt around Shigaraki’s cock is telling him exactly how close you are. He curls his body over yours to get a better angle to rub your clit, enjoying your high-pitched whine in response. “Yeah…that’s right…good girl. Cum on my cock…like a good little sidekick.”

You keen and goosebumps rise on your skin as Shigaraki licks at the sheen of sweat on your back. He feels your climax almost as soon as you do… If your scream wasn’t stifled by Dabi’s dick in your mouth, everyone within a one-mile radius would know you were getting fucked silly, yeah? The walls of your pussy clamp down on Shigaraki’s cock, your body begging for his cum, and he grips your ass to make sure you can’t get away as he comes to his own orgasm inside of you.

Fuck… Shigaraki could die right now and be happy. He keeps stroking your clit, knowing it’s cruel, knowing you’ll be overstimulated and sensitive and that it’ll hurt to keep touching you like this after you already came, and not caring because every time the tips of his fingers push that little magic button, you shiver and squeeze him like you’re trying to milk him dry.

Shigaraki gives a few last thrusts, pushing his cum deeper into your body, fucking it into you so you’ll be dripping white for hours, and then finally pulls out. The slurping sound your cunt makes as his cock leaves your pussy is obscene. So is the cloudy trail of mixed white and clear fluid that connects your pussy and the head of his cock until he pulls it away. He loves it.

Knowing that Shigaraki came—inside you, no less, the inconsiderate bastard—Dabi grips the back of your head and tugs you down to deepthroat him. Your walls twitch involuntarily and Dabi groans, letting himself shoot his load down your throat. “Yes…yeah…yeah…just like that. Swallow.”

You don’t swallow. You don’t do anything but gag on his cum and gasp as he thrusts into you. Dabi pulls you off of him, annoyed and ready to threaten you into submission again…until your head lolls to the side and he can see that your eyes are closed.

“Shit, she passed out.”

“…What? Are you kidding?”

Dabi slaps your face lightly. You wince in your sleep but don’t wake up. “Nope. Must’ve been when she came the second time.”

“Is she…” Shigaraki trails off, not sure how to end the question. ‘Okay’ isn’t exactly right.

“She’s breathing, if that’s what you’re asking.”

The two of them wait for a moment, but you don’t move. When he catches his breath, Shigaraki wipes off his dick and pulls up his pants. Dabi does the same. Without them holding you, you flop down into the fetal position on the broken concrete. “What now?” Shigaraki asks.

Dabi wipes the sweat from his forehead. “You tell me, leader. I’m surprised Kurogiri hasn’t opened another warp gate to get you back. Guessing you don’t have your phone either?”

“…We can go to Giran’s place to meet up. They’re probably waiting for us there,” Shigaraki says, scratching at his neck.

“Do you have cab fare?”

“I don’t have my wallet on me. You?”

“Not enough for a cab. We’ll have to take the train. You can owe me.”

Shigaraki looks down at you. You make a pitiful scene, naked except for your boots, sports bra, and cum-soaked panties. Your neck is bruised red and purple, and you’re shaking, shivering in the cool air now that the sun has sunk further toward the horizon and you’re not being touched. “Are we going to leave her here?”

“What, you want to bring her on the train with us? You don’t think that’s gonna look suspicious?”

“Well…” Their eyes meet and Shigaraki knows Dabi’s thinking the same thing he is. You have a lot of potential as an asset. They haven’t even had the chance to see how your quirk boosting works in combat, but Shigaraki almost wants to pick a fight just to give it a try.

And fighting power aside, Shigaraki isn’t a fan of the possibility that he’ll never get to fuck you again.

“Yeah, I know. But she’s a pro hero’s sidekick. She can’t be too hard to find.” Dabi shrugs off his coat and crouches next to you. You’re limp enough that he has no trouble lifting you into his lap and guiding your arms through the sleeves of his coat. Once you’re wrapped in the black fabric, he does up the buttons, combs through your hair with his fingers, wipes the mixed cum and spittle off your chin, and admires his handiwork. Sure, anyone looking closely at you will know at least a little about what happened—you’re still sweating in the cold, you have that undeniable ‘just got fucked’ look all over you, and the smell of sex is overpowering. But at least you won’t have to walk back to the rescue tent in your filthy underwear.

In your sleep, you nuzzle into Dabi’s chest, reaching blindly toward the source of warmth. He grins and strokes the back of your neck, soothing warm fingers over the bruised skin there and enjoying his last opportunity to touch you and feel your quirk working…for now, at least. “You know, I wonder why villains don’t get sidekicks. Seems a little unfair, right?”

Shigaraki’s sneer matches Dabi’s as he bends down to run his fingernails over your cheek, almost hard enough to hurt. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

[karamfilmare]

White Gold and Maple

Kazuha x reader

Dedicated to my lovely mutual for her birthday @ahtsuwu -- sorry it came so late. You deserve this!

Description: Kazuha is behaving oddly, and for what reason?

Content: fluff, humor (?), surprise birthday, Kazuha being just the best bean. Modern AU (I think), light swearing(?), mentions of a spouse passing away (don't worry it's not too sad),

A/N: Sorry if this is shorter than my usual pieces and not as detailed. I wanted to get a short piece out, I hope it's fine. Also, not edited or proofread, sooo oops.

Stirring from your sleep, you stuck a hand out to find your boyfriend and sneak in close--only to find the spot was unoccupied and cool. Lifting your head, you frowned at the absence.

"Kazuha?"

You swung your legs off the mattress and walked around, confused by the silence in your home. Until you heard some light humming.

Finding your way into the kitchen, the smell of warm maple wafted around you. You found Kazuha standing by the stove, his hair messily put up in a loose bun, as he cooked what appeared to be some breakfast. He did not appear to notice your presence yet, so you quietly walked up behind him and slipped your arms around his waist and leaned against him.

"Oh, I didn't know you were awake. I wish you'd sleep in a bit more, I was going to wake you when I was ready."

"But I missed you," you murmured, slowly breathing out a sigh of content into his back. "I'm glad to see you."

"Ok, go sit down, I'll bring the food over in a bit."

Sitting down at the stool at the counter, you propped your head up on your hands, watching him move about. He turned around, the rich scent of maple and pancakes filling the air. Setting down your portion, he continued to watch you eat, asking if he did a good job with them, before laughing at your enthusiastic nodding, since your cheeks were full of sweet fluff. Your morning had gone along well, with not too much trouble, before he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"With deep regret, I must leave to attend to some things, but it shouldn't be long, alright?"

"Already? Ok, good luck."

And soon enough, he was out the door, leaving you to clean up after the couple of dishes left from breakfast.

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Bzzzzt Bzzzzt

Reluctant to get off the couch, you ambled to your phone on the nightstand of your room, seeing a text from Beidou.

"Call me."

"Really?" you wondered out loud, knowing Beidou wasn't really one for conversations in the morning. Shrugging, you

"Hey."

"Yo. Listen, can you swing by where I'm at? I'm bored and I need company. Ningguang is shutting me down again, saying she's busy or some shit, ya know, the usual."

"Uh, sure, that's fine. Just send me your location, I'll come by."

"Great! I'll text you the location. Don't be late."

Don't be late? Seriously? From Beidou? "Fine, 'captain', I won't hold your important self up."

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"So, I didn't think you'd be a mall person, Beidou."

"Nah, I just felt like it today, though. So, are you doing anything for your birthday?"

"My wha--"

Oh.

"Crazy that you remembered. But no, nothing planned."

The dark-haired woman quirked an eyebrow up, letting out a small sound. "Well, alright. This'll be my gift to you then. Let's go."

She dragged you along the mall, going from shop to shop, usually checking out food, candies, booze, and some clothes. After indulging in some boba tea and candies, you passed by a quaint little shop that caught your eye.

"Wanna go in? Come on, you seem interested." Beidou encouraged you to enter the shop, and you both quietly walked along the little stands. Earrings adorned a turning stand, necklaces and colorful rings were in glass cases, engraved paperweights, and other such pieces filled the room. You noted that these pieces didn't have the cold, pristine look of big designer jewelry stores.

"Huh, they look handmade, don't they?"

"Oh yes, every piece you see here is handcrafted by my family," a new voice startled you, an older woman with strands of grey enhancing her light brown hair. "Sorry for sneaking up. You've a keen eye."

"They're lovely." Indeed they were, the meticulous attention to detail. The rings looked like they were braided in gold, the gemstones inlaid upon them glittered under the light. Chains were linked carefully, the pendants all unique in some fashion. These pieces had character, something you would not mind having every day on your person.

Something caught your eye--a white gold ring with your birthstones, all laid along a pattern around. Not an engagement ring by any means, but something you visualized adorning your finger on a daily basis.

No, I might come back later and purchase it sometime. If it's not there, it wasn't meant to be.

"Ah, this one? My son made it to commemorate his late wife for her birthday, which is today. She passed several years back, but he chose to never forget her. This year, he decided he would create this ring that was similar to the one he made for her on an anniversary of theirs." The woman's eyes turned down slightly, her smile falling a bit. "But don't worry, he made this piece so that someone may show their love to their partner once again. Would you like to try it on?"

You hesitated, but Beidou coaxed you to try it on, before switching her attention to her phone. The woman slipped the ring onto your ring finger, finding that it fit you perfectly.

A grin appeared on her face. "It suits you, as if it were made for you."

Staring at it for a moment, you felt the slight longing for it, not just because of its appearance, but for the story that came along with it. You shook your head before slipping it off. "I might come back sometime later and see if it's here. I don't have any way to pay for this at the moment, I apologize. But it is beautiful."

"No worries. It might find itself back to you in some manner."

Perhaps, but unlikely. Nodding your head, you trudged along out of the store, expecting Beidou to be behind you, only to find her still inside the store, talking to the owner of the shop. Several minutes later, she hurried out, a faint smile lingering on her lips.

"Don't ask."

"I-- alright."

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You parted ways with Beidou shortly after, and just as you leave the mall, you receive a text from Yoimiya.

"Hey, I can't make it on time to pick something up, could you go to this location for me, please? I'll make it up to you, PROMISE!! <3"

Shrugging your shoulders, you replied asking for the address, to which she replied with a pinpoint of the location. You texted Kazuha where you were about to go, just in case he made it home before you.

Except, the location wasn't a building. It was a large tent on the top of a hill, away from town. You found a slip of paper and picked it up, wondering whether the person was inside.

What the hell is Yoimiya picking up over here? Is she doing illegal business? What is going on here?

Just before you began to spiral in your thoughts, the tent opened up, revealing a smiling Kazuha. "Well, I'm glad you could make it. Come on, you're just in time."

"Just in time for--"

He pulled you close to him, guiding you to the other side of the tent next to the tree. Motioning for you to sit down, he settled himself right next to you. "Have you read the paper?"

Shaking your head, you pulled the slip of paper you found, finding words on the page in Kazuha's pretty handwriting.

The universe was blessed this day

When the heavens opened up

and you descended on earth

To touch my life.

The stars remain in your eyes,

And I wish on every single one,

That I can be called

Yours.

"Kazuha..." you breathed out, your mouth not able to form the words, as your gaze turned to the beautiful man before you.

"Look up."

At his urging, you turned your face up to the night sky. Several beats passed, before a streak of light shot up, before breaking into a large burst of colors. Several more shot up, taking your breath away. The show of sparkles

"Is that--"

"I had a bit of help to set up this moment. I hope you liked it."

Silence settled in, realizing that he was so excited about your birthday all this time. So the sudden texts from Beidou and Yoimiya weren't just random, they were planned.

"Oh, one more thing." Kazuha searched a pocket and pulled out a small box, bringing your hand close. "I heard from Beidou that this caught your eye, and I couldn't let it slip. So..." The ring you found earlier appeared once again before you, settling onto your ring finger once more. "I got it as a promise for us."

The emotions that built up within you finally spilled, tears streaming down slightly. "Kazuha, I swear...I'm--I'm in bliss right now, just being here with you. I just..." You placed your hands on his face and pulled him in for a soft kiss, which was immediately reciprocated.

The tenderness of the moment cemented a new shift in the relationship, one marked with devotion, rich and sweet, like maple. A birthday like this? You would remember for the rest of your life.

[blazingparker]

What’s Up, Danger?

**so this is the fic that the lovely @snowstark allowed me to run by them to make sure it made sense to other people and not just my own brain. i really, really hope you enjoy it!

read it on ao3!

Summary: When Peter Parker gets bitten by a radioactive spider in his college’s lab, he doesn’t expect anything that comes next. Not becoming Spider-Man, not being hunted down by the Avengers, and definitely not a secret friendship with Tony Stark.

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“So, let me get this straight. You want us to hunt down the one superhero in New York City that’s not mooching off my bank account, force him to tell us who he is, and then try and get him to join the team?” Tony could not believe what he was hearing. He sat back in his seat at the head of the table and stared straight ahead at Nick Fury.

“We don’t know that he’s a superhero,” Fury drawled, relaxing in his chair at the other end of the table. “He could be more evil than we know.”

“Yeah, I’m sure the guy plucking kittens out of trees and helping lost old Dominican ladies with directions is a supervillain in the making,” Tony deadpanned, clearly not impressed.

“Tony, orders are orders.” God, Steve was infuriating.

“Tell me, do you ever question anything or are you a walking lapdog?” Tony and Steve glared at each other until Natasha cleared her throat, breaking the tension in the room.

“Look, we’ll bring him in.” At Tony’s look of indignance, she raised a hand. “There’s no reason to go out there guns blazing, though. He hasn’t done anything to warrant that. If we show up looking ready to fight, he’ll avoid us. We will handle this professionally. With tact.” On the last word she stared pointedly at Tony, who pretended not to notice.

“So long as this ends with us knowing who’s behind the mask, I don’t care how you get it done,” Fury said as he stood. “I’ll let Pierce know you’re on board. That should get the prick off my back for a while.” With that, he left the room to the six Avengers sitting around the table.

“What is it with you and going along with whatever SHIELD wants?” Tony barked out, and Steve crossed his arms.

“SHIELD knows what’s best to keep this world safe. We should trust them to give us missions that are important and best left unquestioned.”

“Yeah, I don’t think telling us to beat up the guy who saved the owner of that deli that got blown up last week qualifies.” Tony huffed out an irritated sigh.

“Look, let’s just try and approach him one-on-one,” Natasha suggested. “That way no one feels threatened. Maybe one of us can form a relationship with the guy, get him to trust us.” When no one voiced an objection, she continued. “Tony, you can go first since you’re so protective of the guy.”

“Protective?! I am not-” Natasha left the room before Tony could finish.

---

The first thing Tony noticed when observing Spider-Man was that the guy had absolutely no self-preservation instincts. He literally flung himself off the top of a building, whooping and hollering all the way down until he almost made a little spider puddle on the ground before finally shooting out a web and swinging away. The guy ran into a burning building without a second thought and came back out with a kid in his arms.

That last incident was how Tony finally had the chance to speak with him. By tracking him with JARVIS, he saw that Spider-Man had stopped at a local playground. It looked like he was taking a breather, and was even more likely given the guy had just inhaled massive amounts of smoke. He suited up and flew over to the spot, clearly catching Spider-Man by surprise.

“Hey there, Spider-Man. Or should I call you Danger-Man, since you seem to have a knack for running right towards it?” Tony landed a respectable distance from where Spider-Man was perched on top of the jungle gym.

“What can I do for you?” Okay, so Spider-Man was young. His voice told Tony that much.

“Look, I’m not gonna lie to you. Nick Fury sent me. Us. The Avengers. But it’s just me for now.” Already, Spider-Man had visibly tensed. If Tony could see his eyes behind those pathetic goggles, he’d bet good money that they had narrowed considerably.

“What do you want.” Spider-Man said, his tone conveying it was a demand that Tony tell him now, not a question anymore.

“We want to know who you are. What makes you tick. What made you put on that god awful excuse for a suit and run into a burning building today.”

“Not all of us are billionaires, Stark. Some of us have to work with what we’ve got, and I haven’t really got much.” Tony’s mouth quirked up in a half-smile at that and he huffed out a laugh. Spider-Man’s quips were infamous, and now he could see why. The guy was good.

“Look,” Tony allowed his faceplate to flip up. Maybe that would help relax the agitated vigilante in front of him. Being able to look at his eyes had to be better than a titanium-alloy mask. “For the record, I was against this plan. I told Mr. Eyepatch up there that we should leave you alone.”

“Then why aren’t you?” Spider-Man sounded a little surprised at that admission.

“I got outvoted. The Avengers are a democracy, apparently. Cap’s a real bitch about it. I preferred the authoritarian model.” Tony sniffed, glancing away before looking back at Spider-Man when he chuckled quietly.

“Good to know you really are the big happy family that they show on the news,” Spider-Man shot back. Tony couldn’t help a real grin from forming that time.

“Oh yeah, big time. Ever seen Annie? It’s like that. Except Annie is actually the entire team and I’m Daddy Warbucks for all of them.” After a moment of shared laughter, things grew quiet again. Tony took a step forward, counting it as a win when Spider-Man didn’t scramble to get away.

“I’ll leave you alone from now on, since that’s clearly what you want. On one condition.”

“What’s that?” Spider-Man sounded wary but intrigued.

“Gimme your number.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Just because I’m gonna leave you alone doesn’t mean the others will. If they pull some stupid shit while trying to convince you to tell them who you are, I wanna know. Give me your number.”

“How would I call you if you have my number?”

“I’ll call you first.” Tony was surprised to find he actually truly did mean it. Spider-Man just stared at him for a second before rattling off a phone number and disappearing into the night.

This definitely wasn’t ideal. Tony knew that. But at least this way he had a way of knowing if the team went too far in their attempts to complete the mission.

Grinning, Tony plugged the number into his phone before hesitating over the space left for the contact’s name. He didn’t know Spider-Man’s identity, and definitely couldn’t plug in Spider-Man in case anyone ever saw. Remembering his very first quip to the vigilante, his thumbs flew over the screen.

Danger.

---

Over the course of the next few weeks, Tony and Spider-Man struck up a routine. After each encounter with the Avengers, Spider-Man would give him a call and let him know how it went down. Luckily, things hadn’t gotten violent yet.

Tony was also finding himself...attached. To this masked vigilante from Queens. Something that made absolutely no sense and was probably going to end in disaster for them both. This guy clearly wanted nothing to do with the Avengers - no matter how friendly the two of them had become.

A ringtone disrupted Tony from his thoughts and he grabbed his phone, smiling a little when he read the screen.

Incoming call from: Danger

“What’s up, Danger?” Tony asked as he answered, pushing back from the lab table he was stationed at and walking to the window.

“Are you ever not going to answer the phone that way?” An exasperated voice came from the other end of the line. Tony grinned. He’d taken to always answering with the same “what’s up, danger?” First, it had been because he didn’t want anyone to walk in and hear him greeting Spider-Man. But slowly, it was becoming an inside joke with the two of them.

“Not a chance. But c’mon, gimme the rundown,” Tony said, gazing out over the New York City skyline as though he might see Spider-Man if he looked hard enough.

“Cap and Widow came this time. Gave me the same rundown, telling me they were running out of options and didn’t want to have to resort to other measures,” Spider-Man informed him. His voice dipped lower on the last few words in an imitation of Steve’s voice. Tony’s blood ran cold at that, and he quickly sat down on the nearest chair.

Why was he so afraid for Spider-Man all of a sudden? They were just pals. The guy was a vigilante that clearly had enhanced strength and other powers and could take care of himself.

“What the hell does that mean?” Tony asked, clenching his jaw.

“I didn’t exactly stick around to find out,” Spider-Man said with a laugh. “You could ask him though.”

“And risk him finding out exactly how I knew of this threat? Not a chance. Then things would just get worse,” Tony explained with a sigh.

“You really don’t need to be so worried. I can take care of myself.”

“I’m not worried.” The words came out just a little bit too fast, and Spider-Man chuckled.

“Sure, Tones.” The nickname sent..something through Tony. Not affection. It was not affection. Nothing like that. “Anyway, I gotta hang up. Got readings to get done.”

“So you’re in college!” Tony cried triumphantly, waving a hand in the air to try and tell JARVIS to add that to the file he had on Spider-Man. When there was silence on the other end of the line, he sobered up a bit. “I’m not gonna look into it. Promise.”

Another beat of silence.

“Alright. Talk to you later, Tony.”

---

The next time Tony’s phone rang, he was eating dinner with Natasha and Rhodey after being dragged out of his lab. When he saw Danger flash across the screen, he quickly excused himself and walked out of hearing range.

“What’s up, Danger?”

“Would you tell Hawkeye over there to quit it with the arrow-fest?” Tony’s eyebrows just about disappeared into his hairline and he clutched the phone a little tighter. He could hear Spider-Man’s breath coming fast, like he’d just finished swinging. He probably had.

“The what?” He asked, voice edging on a growl.

“He and Thor showed up, tried to ask me again. When I made it clear I wasn’t interested in joining the Brady Bunch and tried to leave, he took a shot at me. Without my danger sense, I definitely would’ve been hit.” Another interesting fact about Spider-Man, but Tony couldn’t pay attention to that now.

“He-fuck, I’m so sorry. That was never-I didn’t know. I’m sorry.” Tony ran a hand through his hair exasperatedly.

“It’s fine, Tony. You didn’t take the shot at me,” Spider-Man insisted. “I can handle a few pissed-off Avengers. Really.” After a moment of Tony trying to come up with a response, the vigilante spoke again with a softer voice. “Tony, I’m okay. It’s not your fault. I’m not hurt, I’m safe at home.”

Somehow, the knot that had been growing in Tony’s chest eased at hearing Spider-Man was safe at home. He nodded before realizing he was on the phone and that response wouldn’t really work. “Alright, as long as you’re safe.” Where the hell did that come from? “I-I hate to cut this short but I walked out on Rhodey and Nat and-”

“-and if you’re gone too long, the jig is up. No worries, I get it. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Tony couldn’t stop a smile at the understanding in the man’s voice.

“Talk tomorrow.”

---

After that phone call, Spider-Man’s run-ins with the Avengers got increasingly volatile. While Clint had admitted to losing his cool when he shot the arrow and acknowledged it had been a mistake, they’d lost whatever trust they’d built up with Spider-Man.

Well, the others had. Not Tony.

Each encounter had more biting remarks than the last, and their duration was getting shorter and shorter. The Avengers had even tried catching up to him multiple times in one night. All that resulted in was an exhausted, irritated Spider-Man - Tony could hear it in his voice when they spoke on the phone.

Tony was working on a new suit in the lab when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Glancing at his watch, he realized it was nearly two in the morning. His crooked heart started beating a little faster at that - only one person would call him so late.

“What’s up, Danger?” Tony asked cheerfully as he picked up the phone. The cheer dissipated immediately when he didn’t get a response. All he could hear was labored breathing and a groan of pain. “Hey. Talk to me. What’s going on?”

“Hey, Tony,” Spider-Man answered, words slurring together. Tony immediately moved to his closest functional suit, letting JARVIS transfer the call over as he got into it.

“What happened?” Tony tried his best to keep the panic from edging into his voice. The faceplate closed and he could see JARVIS running a tracking program, trying to find out where Spider-Man had last been seen.

“No big deal. ‘S just a guy. He had a big knife. Huge. ‘S not safe for the neighborhood,” Spider-Man answered. Tony felt a chill run through him - Spider-Man had been stabbed ? His danger sense never allowed anyone to land a blow.

“Apparently not so safe for neighborhood Spider-Men either,” he quipped with a shaky voice. “Are you doing okay? Have something to stop the bleeding?”

“Does pavement count?” Even in an injured state, the guy was still churning out one-liners like it was nothing.

“I have located Spider-Man, sir,” JARVIS piped up. “Plotting the fastest course.” Tony whirled around, blasting the nearest window and watching it shatter before shooting out of it at top speed.

“Why didn’t you dodge it?” Tony asked, desperate to keep Spider-Man talking to him until he could get there.

“Danger sense isn’t workin’.” Spider-Man’s voice was significantly quieter at that, like he was ashamed.

“Faster, JARVIS! Why not?” Tony barked the command at his AI but softened his voice for the injured vigilante.

“Tired.” The one-word answer was enough. Even if the Avengers hadn’t struck Spider-Man directly since the incident with Clint, they’d caused this. Their persistence had worn down a decent man to the point where he couldn’t defend himself against the common criminals of Queens. That wasn’t what they were supposed to be about, and Tony felt disgusted just thinking about it.

Luckily, he didn’t have to for much longer. The suit began to descend towards a rooftop in a sketchier area of Queens, and Tony spotted the red and blue jumpsuit the guy insisted on wearing. The faceplate flipped up as he landed and knelt next to the form lying on the ground.

“What’s up, Danger?” Tony asked, trying to tease as he gently pushed away the blood-soaked fabric to get a look at the wound.

“Oh my god, this again? Just leave me to die.” Spider-Man groaned, but didn’t push Tony away. The older man laughed, shaking his head. He then pointed his index and middle fingers at the wound, allowing a healing gel to spray out of the suit and onto the injury. It was a new creation of Tony’s - it would stop the bleeding and keep the wound stable until they reached a medbay and could get real medical attention.

“There we go, Spider-Man. We do need to get you properly fixed up, though. This is a temporary solution.” Tony said, leaning over the man still lying there limply. Slowly, Spider-Man brought a hand up to his head. Tony thought he was feeling for blood, and watched in shock as the hand gripped the hood of his mask and tugged it off.

Of course he’s hot, was the first thing that went through Tony’s mind. Floppy brown hair, soft pink lips, and those big eyes that reminded him of a certain deer from an animated Disney movie. Spider-Man shifted slightly, trying to sit up with a quiet groan, and Tony rushed to support him and help hold him up. Spider-Man looked up at him and gave him a crooked grin.

“It’s Peter,” he said. His name. Tony smiled brightly in return.

“What’s up, Peter?”

[todoscript]

Work of Art

pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader genre: smut. word count: 3.6k+ warnings: 18+. shibari. bondage. submissive bakugou. dominant reader. begging. praising. bakugou being a little bit of a brat?

anonymous requested: okay but what abt.. submissive bakugo👉👈 him being all bratty and shuts up when you deny him—

author’s note: ohhh boyyyy... submissive bakugou really got me writing more than 3k’s worth of filth haha, but i hope you enjoy! shoutout to my gals, rosie ( @shoutogepi​ ) & val ( @shoutodoki​ ) for indulging with me during our talks about sub bnha boys

“Hmm, I don’t see why you’re so against this,” your voice sounds out, and Bakugou immediately perceives the saccharine dripping upon every word, a lilt of a smile dancing on your colored lips, painted in a vivid rosy red pigment that only enhances your seduction. Despite how sweet you sound, he knows that underneath that layer of sugar lies a venom waiting to intoxicate him—ensnare his reasoning and leave him utterly vulnerable to your mischief. As in this moment, you embody every characteristic akin to a vixen, enveloped in the lacy fabric of your black lingerie.

Bakugou sits before you bound to a chair with an intricate network of cordage twined across his naked skin. The patterns and shapes knotted together contrast stunningly against his expanse of hard muscle—reminiscent of paint on canvas. And you tonight are the artist.

“You look so pretty, like a beautiful piece of art…” you say languidly. Each syllable uttered is drawn out in alluring breaths that somehow makes him feel hazy. He grits his teeth at how much that extra flair in your voice affects him, eyebrows narrowing tightly as he fidgets in his seat. His arms and wrists ache from just a simple wriggle, your meticulous work granting him no chance to get free.

“Ah-ah, you’re not gonna get out of this one,” you tease. Right as he opens his mouth for a snappy retort, the words are swooped from under him when your hands begin to trace his naked skin—starting from his thigh, up to his abs, and then landing to his chest, where you make a point to taunt him by dancing your fingertips there before bending down to meet his eyes. Your ruby red lips curve impishly at what you reduced him to. “You can try as much as you like, but I’ve tied the ropes this way so you can’t get free~ Don’t want you to spoil the fun after all,” you sing. Fully aware of your boyfriend’s strength built upon many years of arduous hero training alongside that powerful quirk of his, you made sure Pro Hero Ground Zero would not turn the tables on you in his haste for pleasure tonight.

Thus, his usual brash exterior dwindles in the face of your ministrations when you play with the rope a bit more. When he notices your eyes descend to his angry red cock that stands firm amid the knotwork surrounding it, his impatience builds. Bakugou wets his lips, finally ushering some words out from his dry throat.

“Fuck… Stop stalling already…” he tells you, voice borderline on a plea, but his remaining pride pushes the inflection back in hopes it resembles even a lick of his regular gruff tone. Your hums in reply don’t entail much, other than the fact you’re still prolonging his needs.

“Stalling? Who said I was stalling?” You feign ignorance before deciding to take a seat on him, straddling his thighs. “I just want to admire my work of art a bit more… I did a pretty good job—” your hand suddenly comes to his cock, fingers coaxing its hardness that makes his breath hitch, “don’t you think?”

For once, Bakugou’s scrounging for words at the sudden contact. He’s not used to being so speechless when it comes to passion in the bedroom with you. If anything—moaning and yelling aside—he regards himself the more vocal one between the two of you, his dirty talk and crude language a routine he always enacted to get you hot, bothered, and oh so ready for him. However, the shibari ropes braided across his body press a button that spurs him to be so… submissive.

God, him and “submissive” do not belong in the same sentence.

He thinks this, and yet the aesthetic arrangement on his skin emphasizes his sensuality and vulnerability, and it somehow makes arousal wholly envelop his cock.

“Well?” You bring him back to the situation at hand by thumbing over the slit of his length, slick with his pre-cum. The touch causes a groan to slip past his lips. “I asked you a question, Katsuki.” You stroke his length up and down for every word, stopping right at the end and leaving his cock weeping for more of your touch, strained by the rope.

“Ah, f-fuck—” He internally curses himself for the stutter. Glancing at you, he heeds the smirk that still hangs proudly on your red lips.

Boy, does he itch to wipe it off your face with bruising kisses and have wanton moans singing from them when he pounds you into the bed. To his dismay, however, that itch remains unreachable thanks to your painstakingly elaborate composition. As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, this shibari shit you performed on him was executed with great attention to detail for him to be left so aroused and unable to break free in this damn chair. But would he ever say this to you out loud? Hell no. So he settles for defiance instead.

Bakugou looks you straight in the eye with a smug expression plastered on his face. “Hah, is this supposed to impress me? Seems like a bunch of amateur work to me, babe,” he scoffs boldly, earning a raised brow from you at his attitude despite the position he’s in. Perhaps he needs a reminder that no matter how much he squirms, he isn’t getting a sliver of authority tonight.

“Is that so?” You jab, finger looping around the cordage tied across his collarbones to pull him forward in his chair. His face is so close to yours; he can feel your breath on his lips and smell the enticing fragrance of your perfume. It’s an off-beat mix of rose and jasmine that gets his blood pumping from just a whiff. “I don’t think you truly understand the position you’re in right now, Suki,” you muse sensually, lips tugging back into a smirk that has him second-guessing his actions, “I just need to remind you then.”

At that, your hand immediately falls to his cock, stout and weepy with pre-cum, capturing Bakugou’s attention. He groans wantonly while you stroke it. Dropping to your knees, you watch as your ministrations evoke bliss into his cock from below. You can tell without even glancing at him that he’s biting his tongue to suppress his obscene noises. However, the increasing volume in his voice betrays him.

“Agh, fucking goddd—” he drawls beneath his breath when you decide to pick up the pace with your hand, applying the right amount of pressure that had his walls slowly cracking in front of you. The strain on his body from the ropes heightens his lust. Bakugou tugs on the restraints in the fit of pleasure building inside him.

“Hm well look at that. You were so bold before, but now look at you—” Your other hand goes to fondle his balls, the extra sensation making him buck in his seat, “a hard, aching mess at my touch, isn’t that right?”

“Ugh, if you—fuck—think I’m going to give in— Haaahhh...” His words are a jumbled mess. Bakugou leans against his seat, tossing his head back while involuntarily rocking his hips into your hand.

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you over your moaning and groaning,” you mock, watching his brows knit together at the lust consuming his being. His panting comes out ragged while he gasps for air, thighs flexing at the fire coursing through his body that teeters on a tightrope. However, before he can reach his high, the sensations are ripped away when you quickly remove your digits from him, recognizing his imminent release.

Bakugou shoots his eyes open. A sharp shift in his seat has the chair’s legs scraping against the floor. “What the hell?!” he growls, practically snarling the words out. There’s a wave of anger heard in his tone that you don’t take a liking to. You wag your finger.

“That’s no way to talk, Katsuki.”

“I don’t give a fuck! I was so damn close to cumming! Why the hell did you stop?!” Bakugou yells vehemently with a pierce in his red eyes. You run your hands on his thighs as you lean up to return the look.

“Y’know if you’re going to act like this—act like a brat—I might as well just leave you here and not let you cum at all tonight, hm?” you threaten, and the notion brings his temper to an immediate silence. The idea of you keeping him bound to this chair while his cock cries for release is enough to diminish his poise. He sinks in his seat submissively when you inch closer, eyeing the bright red of your painted lips that curls salaciously with each word you utter to him.

“But if you behave, sit here obediently, and continue looking all pretty for me, I might let you cum. How’s that sound?” you offer.

He bites his lip. It’s like he’s making a deal with a succubus right now, that damn voice of yours coaxing him.

“F-Fine…” he manages to answer. You smile at his compliance before placing a kiss on his cheek. You’re granted a glimpse of the faint, red imprint left on his skin thanks to your lipstick when you detach from him. Almost as if you’ve marked him as yours.

“Good boy.” The praise sends a shiver down his spine as you whisper it into his ear. He watches you descend onto your knees again, gazing at his cock like you’re about to pounce. And god, does he wish you would just do it already, but instead, you choose to prolong him some more and glance at him.

“Now… what do you want me to do to you?”

Really? Did you have to ask this? Bakugou furrows his brows at how you play cloy. “Argh, you already know—”

“I want to hear it from you though,” you interject, leaning forward and running a finger along a prominent vein on the side. His pretty cock twitches at your touch. “Use your words and tell me all the things you want me to do to you, ’Suki.”

Before he can bite his tongue, his mind is already one step ahead of him, blurting out his thoughts shamelessly. “God, I want to be in your mouth. I want you to suck my dick and let me cum in your throat. And then I want you to get up here, ride me to oblivion, and let me paint your pussy so fucking white. Please please please—” He adds in his pleas for good measure, the desire to climax overpowering his pride in the heat of the moment that feeds your ego.

The word “please” has never sounded so dulcet coming out of that usually vulgar mouth of his. Who knew Bakugou Katsuki was capable of begging so well? It’d be an absolute shame not to reward him for his good behavior.

You lick your lips. “There, that wasn’t too hard, was it?” Then you begin acting on his wishes, your tongue making contact with his hard cock, gradually running up the side until you reach the head. Swirling against the tip causes a growl to bellow from his throat, jerking forward when you wrap your lips around the entire head. He watches with lidded eyes as your lipstick begins smearing across his dick, sucking him in like that.

His moans sound frenzied the more his cock inches into your warm cavern. The sounds encourage you to eagerly bob your head up and down his length with your spit collecting in the back of your throat. You adore the way his cock feels in your mouth, so heavy and thick, and especially love the fact that your controlled pace has your man reeling with pleasure, finally letting his unabashed whimpers out. You savor every little sound like it’s your favorite song on repeat, which it might as well be from how slick gathers at your cunt listening to them.

“Shit! Baby, please don’t fucking stop!” he begs, head tossed behind him as you moan your response into his dick, picking up speed. Your hand pumps his shaft a few more times until you bring it down to your panties to move the material aside and rub your clit. The contact sends a tingle through your body that urges you to bottom his cock into your mouth. Feeling your wetness enveloping his cock gratifies every nerve in his body until it ultimately leaves him undone.

”Agh! Sh-Shit—!” he curses, his climax peaking as his white cum spurts inside your throat. You make sure to swallow every last drop, tasting his delicious cream on your tongue as you detach from him with a lewd pop.

Bakugou is still catching his breath by the time you happily wipe your mouth of your excess spit and any lingering drops of his delectable seed, his chest heaving in and out with the red rope flexing at his every movement. A haze clouds his vision from the intensity of his orgasm, but he’s at least able to see you standing before him—lipstick now messy but that mischief in your eyes persisting.

“Sukiiii~ You’re absolutely gorgeous like this—tied up, sweaty, and gasping for air just because of me,” you praise.

“B-Baby…” Bakugou’s tone somehow rings higher than usual. Your eyebrows perk up, the wetness at your core saturating through your panties hearing the shameless little whine.

“Kiss me… please…”

Well, since you asked so nicely…

You straddle his thighs and bring your lips to his own, letting him taste the bittersweetness of his cum from your tongues fervently melding against each other. Soon the makeout session comes to a halt with a quick peck on his lips. He peers into your glimmering expression with an insatiable need, struggling in his bonds as his cock hardens once more at your proximity—skin so warm against him. But your lingerie still obscures him from your real treasures. He wants to rip it off you already.

“Can I get out this damn thing yet?” he asks, quiet yet impatient. You shake your head.

“’Fraid not, Katsuki, I still need to ‘ride you to oblivion,’ remember?” you quote him.

Crap. He does. And surprisingly, there are no objections when you remind him. His silence amid your established authority doesn’t go unnoticed by you as you grin devilishly at how pliant he’s become throughout the night.

As if you’ve read his mind, your hand finds the clasp fastened on your back. “Since you’ve been such a good boy for me—” a simple flick of your wrist undoes the grip holding your bra together, “I’ll reward you for the rest of the night.” On cue, the skimpy garment glides down your shoulders.

Tossing the bra into the void of the bedroom, you can’t help the giggle that bubbles from your lips at Bakugou’s widened eyes aimed at your tits bared before him. He absentmindedly shifts in a vain attempt to lift his hands and grab your mounds, forgetting the rope bound on his arms behind his back prevents him from touching your soft, naked skin.

“Aw, you want to touch my tits?” you chide. Bakugou grunts in response, and you’re amused by the way he turns his head bashfully as if you miss the subtle blush dusting his cheeks. Such a cute little act.

Cupping your hand under his jaw brings his attention back to you. You nudge him so he faces you again, not allowing his eyes to gander anywhere else but on your own.

“I’ll let you do a little bit more than touch…” Your thumb lightly brushes his lower lip, pulling it down ever so slightly, and he realizes what you want him to do.

And boy, is he eager to abide by your desires.

Opening his mouth, he doesn’t hesitate to latch onto your right nipple immediately, tongue poking out around the bud. You hum in content at how passionately he licks and sucks, petting the back of his head and brushing your fingers through his soft blonde hair to encourage him along.

“Ooooh… That’s it Suki… You’re doing so well, sucking on my nipple like that,” you moan as Bakugou moves over to your left breast, giving its twin the same amount of attention. He groans between licks, flattening his tongue and drawing out the sound erotically against your skin. It spurs you to grind your clothed pussy on his erection, earning you his hisses between tugging your nub into his mouth.

In the meantime, your other hand, not caressing his locks, stumbles upon your wetness seeping past your intimates, practically soaking through onto his dick. A few strokes of your fingertips beneath your panties gathers your gossamer-like slick that interlaces your digits together in a web. You tear Bakugou off your bud to hover your glossy fingers in front of him. Right away, he begins diligently licking away at the slippery sheen, moans lewdly vibrating deep in his throat with each swipe of his tongue.

“How do I taste?”

“So fucking good. Shit, I want more,” he says. You grin, flattered by his enthusiasm to devour more of your essence. However, you’d have to put that on hold for another time.

“Hm, not tonight, I’m afraid. I need you inside me right this second.” Your words have pure anticipation sparking through his body. He stares attentively as you lift yourself over the head of his cock, aligning his length into your soaked hole, panties pushed to the side.

“Arghhh…” Bakugou hisses between gritted teeth when the first inch enters, fists clenched around nothing at how tightly you’re squeezing him. Your whimpers accompany him as you adjust to his well-endowed size, a pleasant burn seizing you. Heat sprouts in your abdomen the more you descend on Bakugou’s firm, aching cock, eventually bottoming out with a long sigh.

“Fucking hell, you’re so damn fucking tight—”

If your mouth feels good, then your pussy is practically heaven, inducing him in hot, tight bliss when you start bouncing up and down.

“Ah, Suki, your cock is so big… so hard…Mmph, I love how it fills me up!” you sing, arms wound around his neck, tits pressing against his chest. Having to sit back with nothing to leverage him amid your silky walls pressing around his cock, bursts of mini-explosions crackle in his palms. A musky scent of burnt caramel suddenly invades your senses, making your cunt clench tighter. Bakugou curses at how you hug his length.

“Fuck! Baby, I want you to ride my cock faster! Make me cum so damn hard that I feel it for weeks!”

Even when taking on a submissive role, Bakugou’s dirty talk never ceases to rile you up. You nod in reply, thighs flexed while your tempo on his cock increases to the point where it ensnares both of you in the throes of pleasure. Unable to do much except allow you to work yourself on and off him, he settles for leaning in and capturing your lips, which you respond to earnestly by parting your mouth to let your tongues dance again. A few particular hard drops later cause him to detach himself from you to groan out loudly.

The echo of your skins making firm contact against each other fogs his thoughts. His eyes are half-lidded when they gaze at you. You giggle at his expression—shrouded in pure bliss from his blanketed red eyes to his tongue peeking out of his lips. Caressing his jawline, you tilt his head up.

“Whose good boy are you?” you ask. It takes a second for him to answer.

“Y-Yours…”

You pry on, not letting up for even a second in your bouncing, “Who made you a pretty work of art tonight?”

“You! Fuck, you did!” he cries out, head tossed to the side that grants you access to the beautiful expanse of his neck. Your mouth finds his skin, kisses ascending until you reach the junction below his cut jawline as he continues reeling at the sensations building inside him.

“That’s right, Suki. So good, so obedient. I think it’s time I let you cum, yeah? Let you fill my little hole up with all your creamy white goodness…”

Your pace escalates quickly, not granting a relief of pause until you both begin arriving on the cusp of release.

“Fuckfuckfuck!! C-Cumming—!” Bakugou yells out, your grappling walls milking his twitching cock that surges into his climax. As promised, his cum coats your insides wholly white, stuffing you to the brim that has the heat inside you lurching. It’s right after the apex of his pleasure that your pussy spasms around him, body trembling, and toes curled as you peak into your high. He licks at your nipple arched in front of his face while your cries fill the space of the room.

By the time the two of you settle down in the aftermath of your euphorias, you’re both sweaty, panting messes. Bakugou more so as his head rests against your shoulder, allowing you to pet his hair between your fingers and comfort the tremors still racking through him.

“You did so so well, Katsuki. I’m very proud of you.” You lay a sweet kiss on his temple. Your praises manage to elicit a content hum from his lips while he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. Before you can get up and remove the tight ropes still lining his upper body, Bakugou suddenly lifts his head and meets your eyes, a tired yet devious expression painted on his face.

“Next time, we should tie you up in these things.”

[cjsinkythoughts]

FATWS One Shot #1 - Back to the Beginning

Word Count: 1644

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Intoxicated Automobile Accident, Steve Being a Slight Puppy

Setting/Characters: Directly after Captain America: The First Avenger, New York City; Reader, Director Nicholas Fury, Captain Steven Rogers

A/N: Here it is! The first One Shot that goes along with my FATWS Series! Keep in mind; it doesn’t take place during FATWS. There are NO SPOILERS in this and there will be NO SPOILERS in any of the One Shots. I do recommend still reading the Series, though, to understand the Reader more. These are more like…prequels to the Series. And it won’t be a series. It’ll just be a collection of One Shots based on what I think is important and what you guys wanna see. I also WON’T BE DOING A TAGLIST FOR ONE SHOTS! (Only those in my All Works Taglist will be tagged!) I’ll be adding them to my FATWS Series Masterlist under a ‘One Shot’ section, so you’ll be able to find them there, and I’ll also be tagging them with #fatws series oneshots. Feel free to send in requests for what you wanna see. I’ve gotten a few already, so I’ll be writing those tomorrow. I’ll say that they’ll all be shorter like this one, but...knowing me...we’ll see.

(Also, I’m aware of the theories that SHIELD chose the woman because the resemblance to Peggy, but just ignore that for this.)

As always, not beta’d so please excuse mistakes! Be kind to yourselves and each other! Enjoy and stay tuned!

FATWS Masterlist

cjsinkythoughts Masterlist

You knew. You knew the moment his eyes raked over your form. You knew when he looked over his shoulder at the radio playing some baseball game from 1941. You had done your homework, just like you did with every mission you worked. Granted, this one was a little different, but when Fury called you in personally, you couldn’t say no. You told them your uniform was wrong. You told them the game was too close to when he went under. You told them.

So you weren’t surprised in the least when he smashed through the wall, running out of the room. You didn’t necessarily regret pushing the button; you did it because you knew your cover had been blown, not because you were threatened. But you regretted calling out Code 13, not realizing that they’d chase him out into the middle of Times Square of all places.

Before you could head outside, wanting to know what happened, Fury’s name flashed across your vibrating phone.

“Y/L/N.”

“We’re heading back.”

An eyebrow raised, showing your confusion. “That was quick.”

“He’s fine, if you’re insinuating what I think you are.”

“I’m not insinuating anything, sir.” It was a lie, of course. You wouldn’t put it past Fury to slow down the Captain anyway he could, especially if the Man Out of Time was putting up a fight. “Sir, with all due respect, I tried-”

“I know, Agent. When We get back, we’ll set up in Conference Room C. I want you to join us.”

Your eyes narrowed, free hand on your hip. “You only called me in to ease him into this whole new century thing-”

“And he’s not eased.”

“It’s not my fault, Fury. I told your guys that it was wrong-”

“I know, Agent. Introducing him to the new century obviously went less smoothly than we anticipated.”

“Ya think?”

“Conference Room-”

“C. I heard you the first time. I’ll be there. Give me a few minutes.” He hung up without any farewells, making you roll your eyes. The director had pulled you off an assignment - in the middle of it - and promised you could get back to it once you finished helping him with the Star Spangled Man problem; help Captain Rogers integrate into the new times. But it was starting to seem that Fury didn’t just mean when he woke up.

You quickly changed, switching the old fashioned uniform for the tighter SHIELD-assigned one, before heading up to the level with all the conference rooms. You understood doing this in New York instead of the HQ in DC - the captain was from New York and, as much as it changed, some things would be familiar - and you definitely understood not doing this on the Helicarrier since Rogers didn’t even know about smartphones yet. And you definitely weren’t complaining; you had an apartment here in the City that you hadn’t slept in for months now.

Glancing at the room plaques, you paused in front of ‘C’. You took a couple breaths, relaxing yourself just as you did before any mission, before opening the door and stepping in.

Fury and Rogers were sitting at the table on opposite ends, the blonde looking around warily, eyeing the few agents lining the walls. You shot Fury a look, disapproving of the firepower in the room.

“Captain. Director.” You nodded to them in greeting.

Roger’s eyes snapped towards you, recognition lighting up his features. “You-”

“Agent Y/N Y/L/N. Sorry about the act.”

He nodded hesitantly, watching you as you sat down a couple seats from Fury. “I have some other business to attend to, so I’ll make this quick. To help you adjust, it’s been decided to assign an agent to help you for the next few months. Agent Y/L/N, here, will take that position.”

You blinked, turning to Fury, not expecting that. “What?”

Fury ignored you, standing up and setting down a file on the table in front of you when he passed. “The file has what you need to explain to him. Start now.”

“Fury.” You snapped, eyebrows furrowing as you stared at the file. Looking back as the door opened, you scrambled to stand when you realized he was leaving. “Fury! Excuse me.” You pardoned yourself from the captain, chasing after the director without waiting for his reaction. “Nicholas!”

That got his attention, his stride pausing. He spun on his heel, an eyebrow quirked. “Agent-”

“You didn’t mention anything about months helping him. I thought you meant, at most, a week!”

He crossed his arms tightly across his chest. “You’re the first person he saw when he woke up. You’re the best option.”

“First off,” you mimicked his position, popping your hip for good measure. “Even though I was the first person he saw, I deceived him. Why would he trust me? Second, why me? I understand having me for the little show you put on. I get that. But me? Of all people? You know I don’t do personal stuff.”

Fury narrowed his eyes. “You’re on this, and that’s final. He needs to know politics and technology. Settle him into the apartment in the file.”

You gaped as he turned around and started towards the elevators at the end of the hallway. “What about-?!”

“Your mission is being taken care of!” He called over his shoulder. “Politics and technology!”

You huffed, stomping your foot, frustrated, well aware of the fact that you were throwing a mini tantrum. You worked behind the scenes, acting as someone other than yourself. You didn’t help 93 year old super soldiers settle into new houses, teach them about current politics, and explain what cell phones were.

Walking back into the conference room, you found it empty besides Rogers, who was looking through the file, eyebrows knit in confusion. “Sorry about that.” You apologized, moving around the table to plop into the seat next to him.

He gave a half hearted shrug, glancing over at you. “It’s okay. He didn’t tell you the plan. I don’t blame you for being annoyed.”

“Yeah…it’s nothing personal. I’m not annoyed at you, and it’s not because of you. It’s just-”

“You don’t do personal stuff.” At your quirked eyebrow, he tapped his ear. “I could hear you.”

You cleared your throat, feeling slightly embarrassed at being heard. “Oh. Right. Enhanced hearing. Um, so, I guess you’re already starting without me.”

The tips of his ears turned red as you gestured to the file he was scanning. He dropped it, moving it over to you. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” You shook your head. “It’s your schooling. However you wanna do this, whatever pace you want, we’ll do that. Fury just wants you to know-”

“Politics and technology.” He shot you a small smirk. “I heard that too.”

You chuckled a bit, nodding. “Right. Okay. Let’s see here. Nickie said there was an apartment they got you…”

“Page six.” He informed you as you flipped through the pages.

You hummed, looking at the small apartment, perfect size for one person, right here in Manhattan…in the same building as yours, you noted. “Of course.” You rolled your eyes. You’d basically be his babysitter, and you knew neither of you wanted that.

“What? What’s wrong?”

You sighed, shaking your head. “This is my building.”

He blinked, looking down at the picture of the apartment. “Oh. Well, if you want I can request a change-”

“No, no. It’s fine. I just - I wish Fury told me.”

“Can-can I ask you a personal question?”

You shrugged, thumbing through the rest of the file. They basically wanted you to give him a government lesson starting with the fifties and then go over military technological advancements - a lot of Stark Industries stuff. “You might as well. We’re gonna be spending quite a bit of time together.”

“Why don’t you do personal?” You stopped your reading, tapping a finger on the table as you chewed on your cheek. “Sorry. You don’t hafta share if it’s too personal. I get it. I was never really into sharing my emotions, either.”

Turning your head to him, your lips pursed thoughtfully. His head was ducked, his blonde hair previously parted and styled was falling into his eyes, which were trained on his linked hands in his lap. His forehead was still creased, but it was more contemplative than confused as it was previously. 

“I specialize in undercover operations.” Ignoring the way he whipped his head to you, slight surprise in those blues that you were answering his question, your head dropped back to the files, trying to act nonchalantly. “Before that I grew up in foster homes. My parents died when I was little. Drunk driver. No one survived. I was…two. I think. Maybe three. I learned to keep my head down to stay out of trouble; be the kid whoever had me wanted me to be. Anyways, I’m used to playing other people. I’m not really used to being myself.”

The room was blanketed with a silence that wasn’t uncomfortable. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, either, but it was welcomed as Rogers processed what you had just told him. His voice was quiet, almost shy, when he spoke up. “You can be yourself with me…if you want.”

You looked over at him again, your lips turning up slightly as you met his sincere gaze. “Thanks. You can be yourself with me too, Captain Rogers.”

“Let’s start with you calling me Steve, Agent Y/L/N.”

Your features broke into a bigger grin as you nodded, accepting his terms. “Alright, Steve. I don’t really have a preference. Just don’t call me Agent. I get flashbacks to every conversation with Fury.”

Steve laughed and you couldn’t help but enjoy the way his eyes shut, his nose scrunching up. “Alright.” He agreed with a beam. “I think I can avoid that, honey.”

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[pocketramblr]

Idk if you've talked about this before, but how closely tied do you think the stockpiling nature of OfA is to the "passing down" nature of it? I was thinking about how Midoriya has access to the quirks of the previous holders, and I was wondering how much of that is due to the stockpiling quirk vs First's quirk. Like, if AFO had given and taken the stockpiling quirk multiple times to people with different quirks, would it have "collected" those quirks too, since it's a stockpiler? Or was it purely First's quirk that allowed the other holders' quirks to be passed on as well? Because if it's the latter, then what exactly is the original quirk stockpiling? Before realizing Midoriya could access the previous holders' quirks, All Might said OFA gets stronger each time it's passed on. Would that mean it only accumulates the holders' physical abilities unrelated to their quirks? But that can't be right because OFA has supposedly made all the quirks it contains stronger. So if it's the former, then since AfO held the stockpiling quirk at one point, did it also "collect" a copy of AFO and Midoriya will be able to access it eventually?

i did once answer an ask with a mathematical breakdown of OfA multiplying x amount of average human strength as an example to show the difference between periodic compound interest and continuous compound interest. um, because i teach economics and i always thought that making it entertaining was the best way to get it to stick. that one had showed that izuku should have a truly ridiculous amount of strength, though i dont remember the exact numbers rn. you can try to find it on this blog... good luck.

anyway, thats not really the question you're asking, so lets get into ofa and try to science a quirk that probably is just magic.

I have answered the question below the cut in three parts, plus a lightning round to try and make sure i answered all the parts of your question.

1- stockpiling quirk vs First's quirk: For this, i am going to say that i quite like the theory that First was actually quirkless, and the stockpile quirk just took a little bit of AfOQuirk with it and thats why it could be passed on afterwards. In this situation, i think what OfA does is that the Stockpile Quirk makes a copy of everything in it's holder- their memories, their dna, their energy and vitality. It does not boost any of those until it's passed on- the Stockpile was very small and could only copy AfO's genes that had the AfOQuirk, but at tenth generation would probably copy more than that if passed to someone with AfO and with a hoard of other quirks. On being passed, it then adds to the new holders strength, while working to copy their base traits. So, First got a little stronger with a boost from AfO, and his quirk though he didn't know it, while OfA ran him through a copy machine to make a vestige to paste into the next body. Second has the strength and dna of first and afo, plus some ghosts, and could use his own while it was being copied. And so on. But that's just the "First was actually quirkless theory", so lets work on the assumption that First did have a pass-along quirk

2- First's original quirk. Which doesn't even get a name, thanks guys. We know it should have something to do with passing on quirks, and on relying on consent of the giver and dna transfer, which makes it different than AfOQuirk. AfO can steal and give, but doesn't require dna. There are even some panels in the manga that imply AfO doesn't even need physical touch to take a quirk, as it appears he steals many quirks at once by jumping over a crowd of people. unfortunately, Bones decided to just cut that scene out of season five for some reason, so it's still a mystery and maybe he's using some other method. thanks, bones. hope those last two movies you had to shove painfully into quasi-canon were worth it. Anyway, different activation methods. Now, given that ofa requires on consent of the given, it does make me wonder: if someone knew about ofa, and wanted to give an ofa holder their quirk, and provided dna for it, would it stick? Can ofa both take and give, but only based on willingness? Seems like a possibility that would have never been tested. BUT i am getting super off topic bc i am writing this answer late at night, sorry. Right, so how much of this is First's quirk? Given that it's described as the ability to "Pass on his quirk(s)", i think all of the quirk-stockpiling, including the vestiges, are from First's quirk. On his own, his quirk would collect dna, which includes quirks, and quirks are just straight up haunted. On his own, without the stockpile, he could have passed on his quirk to second, and started the line like normally, but the holders would not have gotten any boost of strength, just possibly the ability to use previous quirks. Maybe only access them if they were originally quirkless? maybe not, without the 'stress' of the stockpiled they'd all be fine with multiple quirks? Who knows. Point is, thats what i think the options are. Either 1, the quirk-vestige stuff comes from afo, first was actually quirkless, and the strength is stockpile, or 2- the quirk-vestige stuff comes from first, and the strength is stockpile.

3- So what is the stockpile doing? Ok so the stockpile is like soup. bear with me. the longer you keep your ingredients in to flavor a broth or stock, the stronger the flavor will be, right? A chicken bone and some carrots in some stock for ten minutes wont' be as flavorful as a chicken bone and some carrots that have been cooking in a stock for an hour. Basically, the stock liquid is the stockpile, and the ingredients are the user's quirks. because of this, i think that it makes sense that Second's Quirk, whatever it is, has received a larger boost from OfA than, say, Black Whip has. It's been in the soup longer. That doesn't mean it's necessarily going to be stronger than black whip when izuku accesses it, because BW probably got to start off stronger, but it will have gotten more of a boost. You can also think of it as a loan- OfA took a quirk loan out from Second way before it took a quirk loan out from Banjo, so Second will have accrued more interest than Banjo, but the total sums also depend on how much was there to start with. Man i hope these metaphors make sense. BUT, but, but, but. The stockpile only has access to these quirks to boost them because of First's original quirk (or the copy of afoquirk it took) On its own, it would have just stockpiled up strength and energy- i think of it more like interest on a checking account with a bank (you get a boost just by having money in there, and it slowly grows over time.) than like a feruchy metalmind (where you would store 'strength' to use later, at the cost of being physically weaker now). While the metalmind concept does technically fit the definition of 'stockpile' to me, i don't think thats how it worked bc it doesn't sound like what AfO meant when he talked about giving it to First. and i mean, AfO has been wrong about quirks before, but still. Interest from a bank is probably how it works. On its own, the only thing the stockpile has in its bank account is physical strength. the AfOquirk copy or First's original quirk let it open up its bank account to more, including the quirks.

lightning round-

Before realizing Midoriya could access the previous holders' quirks, All Might said OFA gets stronger each time it's passed on.

Yes but AM doesn't know a lot of things about OfA. I do think it gets stronger as its passed on, either though Option One of the past user's being pasted onto the next one when it's passed, or through Option Two of it getting stronger as its used, and more passes means more holders means more use.

Would that mean it only accumulates the holders' physical abilities unrelated to their quirks? But that can't be right because OFA has supposedly made all the quirks it contains stronger.

While OFA does make the quirks stronger, i'm not sure if it did much in a user's lifespan or only after it was passed on- Banjo talks about Black Whip being much stronger for Izuku than it was in his time, but i don't remember him mentioning anything about it being enhanced significantly during his time holding ofa.

So if it's the former, then since AfO held the stockpiling quirk at one point, did it also "collect" a copy of AFO and Midoriya will be able to access it eventually?

IMO, possible- but only in Option One where First was originally quirkless. there, he'd have both a vestige and an afoquirk to deal with. In Option Two, he would have neither- except whenever tomura stops by his headspace with an afoquirk and vestige sticking out of his shoulder.

[five-rivers]

Danger First

Chapter 3

@pocketramblr (also please let me know if you would like me to stop tagging you on these, I don't want to be annoying. :))

"WAIT!" shouted Nana abruptly, as Izuku was talking to his (weirdo) teacher. "I know who that is! Quick, get ready to turn everything off!"

"Turn what off?" asked En. "We live in a formless mental void. We don't even have electricity."

"The quirk! That's Eraserhead!"

"Oh, yeah," said Yoichi, while everyone else (sans Second and Third) scrambled to grab onto the quirk. "I remember Eight meeting him, now! So, he's a teacher, huh?"

"How do all of you forget the one person who might be capable of one-shotting All for One?" demanded Nana.

"Doesn't his quirk not work on mutations?"

"Stop daydreaming and get over here, Yoichi!"

The quirkspace began to glow faintly, ominously red, and the ghosts pulled hard on the quirk, holding it temporarily out of Izuku's reach.

Then, the red glow abated and they dropped it back into place.

"Well, that was exhausting," said Banjo. "So, we'll have to be constantly ready for that, huh?"

"As long as he's around, yeah," said Nana.

"Why did we just do that, anyway?" asked En.

"So we can continue to masquerade as a normal, non-haunted quirk?"

"We could have just let him think he didn't have a quirk, or that the anxiety-"

"Super anxiety."

"-isn't part of it."

Yoichi gasped, as if scandalized. "You'd want us to lie to Izuku?"

"Okay, seriously, what is up with you and Nine?" asked En.

Despite not having a body, Yoichi began to visibly sweat. "Nothing, nothing at all. I just... think he's neat?"

"If you're going to lie to us, can you not do it with archaeomemes?" asked Nana.

"No, no, actually, I can get behind this," said En. "Would you say Izuku has... vibes?"

Yoichi nodded solemnly.

.

"Young Midoriya!"

Izuku shrieked and jumped back from the sudden sound as All Might suddenly emerged from an otherwise innocuous bush.

Both of them froze, staring at each other.

"Are you..." said All Might, hesitantly, sounding much more like he did in his small form than usual, "alright?"

"I... think so?"

"That's good, then." All Might coughed slightly into his fist. "I was wondering if you had a few minutes."

"Of- of course!" said Izuku, immediately.

"Then allow me to lead the way!"

All Might led him through a door labeled 'staff only' and immediately deflated. "All the staff know about my condition," explained Mr. Yagi.

Izuku nodded. Then a thought occurred to him. "Mr. Yagi?"

"Yes, my boy?"

"Why, um, why don't you teach, um, as Mr. Yagi? Instead of as All Might? Wouldn't it save your time?"

Mr. Yagi stopped and scratched his head. "I hadn't really thought about it before," he admitted. "But part of the reason I took this job, other than wanting to help train the next generation of heroes, of course, is that I want to get people used to the idea that I am going to retire." He tugged on one of his bangs. "Also, ah, I'm not sure if my qualifications to teach are quite up to par without my reputation."

"I'm sure it would be fine! You're the best, after all!"

Mr. Yagi chuckled. "I'm glad you think so," he said. Then he reached behind him and opened a door. "In any case: my office."

"Wow," said Izuku, quietly, stepping in. "All Might's office..." Who knew when he'd get another opportunity like this again? He kept his eyes wide to drink in the details.

The rather sparse details. The office was rather bare. Which made sense, seeing as All Might was a brand-new teacher. It was sort of... disappointing, as thrilling as it was.

Mr. Yagi sat down behind the desk and gestured for Izuku to take one of the other chairs. It had a lot of cushioning. A lot a lot. Izuku sank down into the fluff as Mr. Yagi fiddled with a drawer on his desk. He got the drawer open, and pulled out a notebook. A notebook of the same brand Izuku liked to use, actually.

"Since your experiences with One for All are so different from mine, I thought it might be a good idea to do some research into past holders and take a leaf out of your notebook, as it were." He passed the notebook over to Izuku, who took it with shaking hands and a slightly open mouth.

"I'll treasure it," he declared, voice wobbling.

"Not so much that you don't use it, I hope," said Mr. Yagi. "As it is, it's only an overview. The earlier holders, especially, don't have many records associated with them. Consider it a starting point. I haven't had much time to work on it."

"I can't believe you found the time to write this at all," said Izuku, flipping through the pages. The information was sparse, but each holder had a basic profile, all the way back to the fourth. "I mean, between being a hero, training me, and preparing to be a teacher, I'm stunned nothing fell by the wayside!"

Mr. Yagi proceeded to turn a very interesting color.

"Uh, nothing fell by the wayside, right?"

"Why don't you take a few minutes to skim through. If anything jumps out at you right away, we can talk about it. And then I'll let you go get changed and go home, and we can discuss more later, after you've had more time with it."

"Okay!" said Izuku. He'd start with just the basic profiles. Name, date of birth, date of death, quirk... wait, those ages... "They all died young," he said, softly.

"Hero work is dangerous," said Mr. Yagi, hand going to his side.

"There's something else, isn't there?"

"Not something you need to worry about. I took care of it, years ago." The hand holding his side spasmed slightly.

"... Six years ago?" asked Izuku, aware he was pushing his luck. But this sounded both important and relevant.

There was a long pause. "Yes," said All Might, finally. "A villain with a longevity quirk. He... had a history with the first user."

Izuku got the feeling that was an understatement. It also seemed unlikely that the only application of the villain's quirk was longevity, given what he'd done to All Might. But the subject was clearly making All Might uncomfortable, so he dropped it in favor of burying his nose in the notebook again.

(Social fumbles aside, this was the most secure Izuku had felt for... a while.)

"The sixth user had a smoke quirk?"

"Yes, it seems so. Although it doesn't seem to have been actual smoke, but a biological compound."

"I wonder if that has anything to do with all the steam you release when you deflate. Actually..." he flipped back through the quirk. "I wonder if you're using Float, too, subconsciously, when you jump."

"What?"

"I- I mean," said Izuku, "I noticed, when, um, when I grabbed your ankle and also in videos of you- Your hang time is kind of messed up? You're in the air for longer than you should be, but it isn't, like, consistent? Plus, you can change direction mid-air, which I thought was because you were shooting out blasts of air pressure with your quirk, but with me on your ankle, you definitely didn't do that. There was- there was a forum I was on where some people thought your quirk tapped into magnetic fields, somehow, but that doesn't make any sense, because you'd expect a lot more electronic interference and that similar locations would produce similar results, given the Earth's magnetic field, but they don't. But subconscious, low-level use of a telekinesis-based flying quirk would explain everything. If we take into account what you said about my anxiety after the entrance exam, then that's minor expressions of three out of four of the quirks listed here, not counting the base stockpile and enhancement quirk. Do you think the unknown quirks of the second and third users might have partially manifested for you as well? Have you experienced anything else that's atypical for a strength enhancement quirk?"

Mr. Yagi stared at Izuku.

Oh, no, he'd gone too far.

"Nothing immediately comes to mind, my boy," he said, faintly. "But... magnets? Really?"

"I told you it didn't make any sense."

Mr. Yagi rubbed his chin. "There might be something, but... it's too unclear to say either way. I'll keep an eye out. It's just... a lot to take in. I thought One for All was done surprising me."

"When has it surprised you before?"

"Oh, under the influence of certain mental quirks, you can wind up hallucinating the previous users."

"Hallucinating?"

"Yes. But being under the influence of a mental quirk is always the larger issue, so..."

"Mr. Yagi," said Izuku. "That's really the kind of thing you should let people know about up front."

"I- is it?"

.

The ghosts all stared at Nana.

"Hey, don't blame this on me! None of us explained that kind of stuff before passing One for All on."

"In our defense," said En, half raising a hand, "we were usually dying when we passed it on."

"More importantly," said Hikage, "do you think Ninth is right about the quirks?"

"It would make sense," mused Yoichi. "Although then we'd have to wonder why Blackwhip didn't manifest similarly."

"Is it too much for me to get someone to use my quirk? My extremely awesome quirk, that has no downsides?"

"It is powered almost exclusively by rage."

"No downsides."

"You-"

"No. Downsides."

.

Aizawa passed him an envelope labeled 'quirk counseling' along with the standard schedule and orientation packet he was handing to everyone else. It didn't look like any of his class mates had noticed, though, for which Izuku was grateful. He didn't want to be known as a weirdo who didn't know what his own quirk was.

He heavily suspected he was tapping into Danger Sense, somehow, but he didn't know how, and the fourth user of One for All had lived so long ago there weren't any records of him. Not easily and publicly available. Everything Mr. Yagi had written in his notebook (that Izuku had probably stayed up way too late reading... and texting Mr. Yagi about it... and comparing it to his notes... and texting Mr. Yagi about that... and reviewing old All Might compilations and theory threads... and having Mr. Yagi threaten to call his mom if he didn't go to sleep...) about the fourth user had been retrieved from the journals Mr. Yagi's mentor had passed down, according to one of the source notes in the margin.

(Mr. Yagi had really neat, small handwriting, which Izuku wouldn't have ever expected from his large, dramatic signatures as All Might, and his notes were meticulous and carefully cited. If Izuku didn't know better, he would have thought it belonged to a secretary.)

But despite Izuku's suspicions, he didn't actually know. He didn't know it's range, what it defined as danger, whether or not it 'ranked' dangers, how to distinguish it from normal anxiety, or- Well. Anything, really. And he would really like to.

He opened the envelope quietly. Inside was a handwritten note instructing him to pick one of three schedules for quirk counseling and return it to Aizawa by the end of the day. The other pages were printed, with times and possible locations. Options for both before and after the school day.

Izuku felt his eyes tearing up. This was easily the nicest thing a teacher had ever done for him... Although he was nervous about being alone with Aizawa. Some of his other teachers, when they asked him to stay after class it was... not good.

Nothing bad happened, not like in movies or TV shows or the awareness videos the school had shown sometimes. The teachers didn't hurt him, really, didn't do anything to him, other than talk or yell, mostly, but it still wasn't good.

Maybe he could ask Mr. Yagi or Recovery Girl to sit in... But he already felt bad, taking up so much of their time.

He picked one of the after school schedules. He was already staying late on the other days to work with Mr. Yagi, and if something did go wrong, he wanted to have the night to recover before he had to face Aizawa again in class.

He put it to the side, so he'd remember to give it to Aizawa before he left, then looked over the class schedule. Homeroom, Math, Hero Art History, History, and English in the morning. At least this morning. The history classes alternated with something called Heroics-Applied Science and Hero Law and Ethics. Afternoons, meanwhile, were entirely occupied by Hero Basic Training.

And every class would be taught by a pro hero. He wondered if it would be rude to ask for their autographs...

.

Shouta grunted as Hizashi flopped down onto the couch next to him on the couch in the staff breakroom. "What a morning! I just love seeing all those bright little faces at the beginning of the year. Anyone have a favorite first year yet?"

Shouta kicked Hizashi through his sleeping bag. Sadly, this had no effect on the man.

"I think mine might be the little green guy. He's the only one who was actually paying attention, and you know how rare that is, when everyone is anticipating their first heroics lesson. The rest of us just pale in comparison."

Shouta attempted to kick Hizashi again, this time for an entirely different reason. Midoriya was already All Might's favorite (probably)- he did not need more pull with the staff.

"I know who my least favorite is," said Kan. "Kid's certainly dedicated and competitive, but I wouldn't be surprised if he threatened his middle school teachers into giving him those glowing reviews. His personality needs a lot of work. How did you get Nezu to saddle me with Bakugo, anyway, Eraser?"

"I had nothing to do with it."

"Don't give me that, I was going to have Monoma. At least he's a team player."

"You're being illogical," said Shouta, zipping his sleeping bag closed over his face.

"How about you, Nemuri?" asked Hizashi, cutting off Vlad King vs Eraserhead round five hundred.

"It's hard to choose! They're all so cute and eager! Full of the passion of youth! I think they're all my favorite."

"You always say that..."

The door opened and closed.

"All Might! What about you? Any favorites yet?"

Yagi coughed. "I've only had the one class of third years so far. Don't you think that's rather... premature?"

What an incredible nonanswer.

"How did that first class of yours go, anyway? They didn't sour you to the whole idea of teaching, did they?"

"Not at all! The students were wonderful. The third years are very advanced, aren't they? For some of them, I wouldn't be shocked to see that skill level on an active sidekick."

"What can I say? We start them off right," crowed Hizashi.

"They did seem a little surprised by the scenario, however."

"So was I, t'be honest," said Snipe, who was in charge of the third years.

"Ah, was it no good...?"

"It was fine. Lesson plan was a bit rough around the edges, but you and Nezu'll be goin' over that later. But... quirk traffickin' doesn't quite seem like your thing."

"Ah, well, set-pieces," he said, using the slightly derisive underground slang for large-scale spotlight hero battles, "may be what I'm known for, but before my injury, the majority of my battles and investigations weren't publicized."

"Shield laws?" asked Nemuri.

"Generally, yes, but some of the investigations were tied to others, so we were using the organized crime secrecy laws to keep those under wraps. Simply put, my popularity isn't the only reason I keep the number one spot despite Endeavor having more completed cases than me on paper."

Shouta had known there was more to All Might than 'punchy, over-the-top, eyestrain-causing, bombastic muscle guy,' but part of his stupid, illogical brain was annoyed at Yagi for pummeling that image into imaginary dust, anyway. It seemed like the man's only two flaws were horrible interpersonal skills when not using his public persona, and his vast suite of health issues, the latter of which all heroes who operated long enough picked up.

Oh, and a possible inclination towards bribery.

Made it hard to dislike him, which Shouta wanted to do, because he was loud, flashy, and gave him headaches, literal and metaphorical. He ignored the fact that Hizashi was the same way, and had forcibly become Shouta's best friend. Clearly, there was no connection here.

"By the way, why is young Aizawa completely zipped in like that?"

"Nap time," said Hizashi, solemnly.

.

"Sir?" said Iida, raising his hand.

"Yes, young man?" boomed All Might.

"There are nineteen of us. How are we handling the odd person out?"

"Excellent question! In other exercises, we may handle it differently, but for today, one of you will be working alone! Occasionally, a hero may find themselves isolated when they originally expected help. However, for better balance, I have also arranged it so the odd hero out will be taking part in the last battle, so you'll have more time to strategize!"

But the other team would also have more time to strategize, Izuku noted. He really hoped it wouldn't be him... not that he wanted to force it on any if his classmates! He just didn't want yet another handicap on the first day of training.

All Might walked around with the box of ballots, pausing for each student to take one. He reached Izuku and held the box out to him with a wink. Izuku smiled back, reached in, and grabbed one.

A chill ran up his back and he froze, fingers wrapped tightly around the little ball. Something told him this was definitely the cursed, single-person ballot. Could he let it go? Would it be considered cheating if he picked a new one?

But All Might was already walking away. Every part of his body tense, Izuku turned his hand over and forced his fingers apart.

J.

The tenth character of the Latin alphabet. For the tenth, last, team.

He watched as everyone else started to pair up, and All Might looked at him apologetically.

Izuku approximated a smile. Plus ultra, right?

[sugarmaplewings-fics]

I'm Yours

Pairing: Kirishima x reader

Warnings: There's kissing. A lot of kissing. Just some teenagers being dumb really. No canon characters were harmed in the making of this fic. I didn't include a cheating aspect since I don't write for that kind of stuff, but there's still some jealous!Kirishima here >:3

Author's Note:

Uhhhh I kinda forgot to make this fluffy . . . .

Thanks to uwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwi from Wattpad for requesting! (that's a really fun username hehe)

Enjoy!

-Sugar

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Swamped.

That was the only way he could describe it. Kirishima didn’t think he’d ever been so busy, and he wasn’t the only one.

Finals had the entirety of the hero course stressed, especially the second-years like himself. Between training, doing homework, and going to class, there wasn’t exactly room for being social. Any time he was able to hang out with his friends, they were studying together. Nothing he'd really describe as 'fun'. And that’s what had him feeling the worst about all this.

He’d started dating you a few weeks ago—going on three months now, actually. Things had been going well between the two of you. You liked him and he really liked you, so to him, there hadn't been any type of problem.

Even so, there was something a little unique about your relationship: no one knew about it. You yourself were never one for letting others get too involved in your business. And besides, you also knew the nature of most high school relationships. Maybe you’d announce yourselves as a couple and make a big fuss only to grow tired of the other and end it all within the first month. But clearly, that hadn’t happened.

There was a strange thrill to keeping your relationship a secret; a novelty your boyfriend hadn't expected. Though he wasn’t much for dishonesty, Kirishima practically lived for the stolen glances across the classroom you’d share, and the way he’d sneak you behind the school for impromptu makeout sessions with no one ever the wiser. You were his little secret, and he was yours.

Until it had all come to a grinding halt with the extra schoolwork.

He still tried to make time to spend with you in one of your dorm rooms, but the both of you finally had to admit to yourselves that neither of you could get any work or studying done when you were alone together. And so it was back to study groups; holding hands under the table as either Bakugou or Yaoyorozu went over the newest batch of hero laws that needed to be memorized.

God, how he wished this could all be over. Kirishima just wanted things to be normal again. When was the last time he’d even seen you? He could remember watching the back of your head duck out of the classroom at the end of the day, but after? . . . Nothing.

He frowned at the physics worksheet laid before him, mind wandering to thoughts of you as one of his sharp teeth sunk into the eraser at the end of his pencil. Kirishima supposed he should go check on you later, once he’d finished up his assignments for the evening.

…

“Did you see (L/N) yesterday?”

Kirishima’s ears unconsciously perked up at the sound of your name. He stood with his tray in the lunch line directly behind some of his female classmates. They were chatting amongst themselves as they slowly stepped forward. Kirishima wasn’t generally one to listen in on conversations he wasn’t a part of, but now they’d captured his interest. Had one of them seen him sneaking into your room?

“No, I didn’t,” Uraraka said in response to Ashido. “Is she alright?”

“Of course she is,” the pink-haired girl said, rolling her abnormal black and amber eyes as she reached for a clementine. “Actually, she may be doing more than alright.”

Kirishima swallowed. Uh-oh.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jirou asked, sounding largely uninterested in gossiping about her fellow classmate.

“Well,” Ashido began, bouncing a little on her toes, “I saw her on the tech floor yesterday and you won’t believe who she was talking to.”

“Who?” Jirou asked dryly, probably hoping to get the discussion over with as quickly as possible.

“Kobayashi Tatsuo. The third year,” Mina announced proudly.

The redhead behind them quietly sighed. Thank goodness. They still didn't know.

“And?” Uraraka questioned.

“They were totally flirting!” Ashido said. “(L/N)’s bagged a cute upperclassman boy! They’ll be dating soon, I just know it! If they aren’t already.” She smugly leveled her shoulders, grinning with an odd look of satisfaction.

What?

“I guess that’s good for her,” Jirou commented, picking up her tray from the lunch bar in order to follow her friends to a table.

“I know, right?” Mina said excitedly as they walked off. “And he’s totally cute too! I wish a hot guy would pay attention to me for once.”

Kirishima watched them leave, almost forgetting to grab lunch for himself after being so absorbed in what they were saying.

The majority of him knew he shouldn’t pay any mind to it. This sort of thing was bound to happen. Of course his peers try to figure out who was involved with who, even if it wasn’t really accurate or from the most credible source. The girls didn’t know that you were already taken by someone else, in fact, the very person behind them in line.

At least now he knew where you’d gone after class yesterday . . . but why? What were you doing on the tech floor? And who was this third year you were talking to?

He was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of Kaminari’s voice. Kirishima returned the greeting, sliding into his seat next to his friend. As he settled into the atmosphere of his usual table, he couldn’t help but scan the cafeteria for your face, just as he had done every day, even before you were dating.

But for the first time, his search came up empty. You were nowhere to be seen.

…

Kobayashi wasn’t exactly the person you wanted to be spending your lunch with.

Really, a part of you wondered why you had to skip going to the cafeteria at all today. But then you remembered the stack of work that sat on your desk. It stubbornly refused to ever shrink, no matter what you did. Recently, it felt like as soon as you got one thing done, two more assignments would find their way right back at the bottom. And this was just another one you had to deal with.

While reviewing your materials for your upcoming finals, you’d begun to take note of other heroes’ costumes and support items. Particularly, you’d taken interest in a hero from Ukraine who’d debuted a few decades ago. Your quirk was wildly similar to his and you couldn’t help but further research his techniques, costume, and gadgets that enhanced his abilities.

You weren’t one to copy. Actually, you quite liked the way your current costume functioned and looked, with its own unique style of your own. Even so, you’d read things about him and his quirk that you honestly hadn’t even thought of for yourself, and you’d begun to make a special section in your notebook for improvements to your hero ensemble. Was it the best use of your time? Perhaps not, but you did have a practical exam coming up, and a part of you couldn’t help but wonder if these improvements you were sketching might make all the difference in your performance . . . .

You decided you could use an upgrade. Which is exactly why you went to the second-year in the support course who was in charge of making adjustments to your costume. Until your hopes were immediately dashed when you found out he was sick. Determined, you went to the next best option: Kobayashi.

He was a nice enough boy. Tall, witty, and a whole year older. You hadn’t expected to be spending so much time with him over the past week, but for whatever reason, he kept calling you back to his workspace in the shop for ‘daily check-ins’. At least he was making good progress.

But now you were spending your lunch hour eating with him. It felt strange, being alone in a different classroom with the guy—not an uncomfortable strange, merely “I’m not used to being here”. You’d let him borrow your notebook full of sketches for your costume, and that’s what he was going over with you now.

He’d ask you for clarification on one of your notes before jotting something down of his own right next to your handwriting. He had also been eager to show you his process, explaining the steps of what he was doing while you ate from your bento.

To be honest, it was kind of nice being in a different setting. Kobayashi was fun to listen to; it was clear he was passionate about what he was doing.

But still, he ran out of things to talk about. That was, when it came to your hero suit. Figuring it was too late to go back to the cafeteria anyway, he ate his own lunch with you, striking up a new conversation.

At first, you didn’t pay any mind to it. But then you began to take notice of how close he sat. Then you realized how eager he was to make you laugh, how smoothly the casual chatter flowed between you. And then it struck you just how much he peppered in compliments to you. Finally, it clicked.

Uh-oh.

You refused to meet his gaze when he waved you off after the bell rang. Dashing away, you wondered how serious he might be. Did he actually like you? No, perhaps you were overthinking the situation.

Then again, he had been being awfully nice to you ever since you’d met. But what if that was just how he was? Kaminari could be like that at times, and you knew he didn’t usually mean anything too serious behind it. Or—well—perhaps Denki the Flirt was a bad example for your case. Still . . . how were you supposed to make it clear to Kobayashi that you weren’t interested?

You shook your head to clear it of these thoughts. He hadn’t actually done anything, so what was the point of worrying about it? You were loyal to Eijirou, you knew that. You’d made a commitment to him just as he had to you, and that was all there was to it. No matter what, you’d continue whatever it was you had with him. Kobayashi wasn’t an issue you should be losing sleep over. Besides, you were probably reading too far into things anyway.

Content with the conclusions you’d made, you walked back into your homeroom class for fifth period. Settling into your seat, you faced the chalkboard in front of you, awaiting the return of Aizawa-sensei, unaware of the pair of ruby eyes fixed on your back.

…

Kirishima shot up from his desk the moment he heard a soft knock on his door. As soon as he opened up his room, you came barreling into his arms. “Hey!” he greeted you, reciprocating the hug.

“Study break!” you announced quietly, not wanting to alert his neighbors of your presence.

He tittered happily to himself, leading your bodies back to his desk where he could sit you on his lap in his chair. Settling comfortably on his thighs, you were quick to slot your lips against his. Kirishima melted into your touch.

How many days had it been since he’d last gotten a chance to kiss you? Two? Three? Either way, it had been far too long.

“Shall we take this to the bed?” he joked after a few minutes of kissing.

You chuckled at his harmless allusion. “You know I’m going to fall asleep as soon as I lay down.”

He brushed a stray strand of hair out of your face, concern morphing his features. “Have you been getting enough rest with all this going on?”

“No,” you admitted. “I was up last night with my English flashcards. I swear Present Mic is trying to kill me with this new vocab, it’s like I can’t get it in my head at all.”

“I could help you study it,” your boyfriend offered, his hands resting lightly on your waist.

“That would be productive,” you said sarcastically with a roll of your eyes. “What was it last time? ‘If I get a set right, I’ll get a kiss’ and then next thing I know, we’re making out on your bed for twenty minutes.”

He grinned up at you coyly. “At least I made studying fun.”

“That wasn’t studying!” you protested with a grin. “Speaking of, my timer’s going to go off soon—” you pressed your lips against his for a moment, “—and I want more kisses.”

Kirishima let you have your way with him, threading your fingers through his hair while you savored the taste of his lips. But there was something still nagging at the back of his mind.

“(Y/N)?” he asked when your phone buzzed and you pulled away. “Where were you during lunch today?”

You shrugged, pulling your phone out of your pocket to silence it. “I’m getting improvements on my hero costume. My regular guy got sick so I’m working with this third-year dude.”

“Ohhh.” Kirishima’s worries dissipated almost instantly. “So that’s why you were on the tech floor.”

Confused, you frowned. “Did you see me there or something?”

“Oh, sorry! I just overheard Ashido saying that she saw you down there.” He laughed. “She thought you were flirting with him or something and that you were going to end up dating.”

“Ah, well,” you mumbled, “I wasn’t sure if I should say anything or not but he, um, actually might have been flirting with me.”

Kirishima’s smile dropped, his arms subconsciously squeezing you tighter to him. “What?”

“I only noticed it today—it totally could be nothing—but I think he’s caught feelings? I mean, why else would he ask me to have lunch with him like this? Not to mention how he was smiling at me, and looking at me, and touching my hand—” You bit your tongue, stopping yourself from saying anything else. Maybe this was more serious than you realized.

Your boyfriend was silent, staring at the floor below you with a troubled expression. His ruby eyes traced over the rectangular patterns on his floor, seemingly lost in thought.

“You know that nothing’s going to happen,” you attempted to reassure him, lifting his chin with one of your fingers so he could look into your eyes. “Those feelings aren’t reciprocated and I’m not going anywhere. I’ve already picked you, Eijirou. There’s no one out there like you.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead, sealing your statements, not only to him but to yourself. “We’ll sort this out. If I have to tell Kobayashi I’m taken, then so be it. Maybe keeping our relationship a secret isn’t everything it’s cracked up to be.”

When you pulled back, you noticed that there was still a pout on Eijirou’s face.

“Aw, what is it?” you asked, tucking one of his fallen sticky spikes back under his bandana.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged, pulling you even closer to him.

“Talk to me, baby.” You ran a hand down his back.

“I don’t like the thought of him being around you,” he confessed into your shoulder. “I . . . don’t want him smiling at you like that, or touching you, or letting people think that you belong with him. You’re . . . mine.” He paused before laughing dryly, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry. That sounded . . . totally selfish of me and probably not very manly at all—”

“No,” you said simply. “It’s actually kinda hot.”

He pulled back to look at you, perhaps to see if you were joking. Your expression was intrigued, maybe a little flustered. “Really?”

“Yeah.” You swallowed. “I . . . like when you call me yours. It’s cute. And besides, it’s okay that you feel that way. Feelings don’t have to make sense. I'm frustrated about this too.” Pecking his lips a final few times, you regretfully stood from his chair. “I wish there was something more I could do right now, but I should get going. I promised Tsu and Uraraka I’d meet up with them. We can talk about this later.”

“See you, (Y/N),” Kirishima said.

You smiled and waved, turning to the door and checking to see if anyone was in the hall before slipping back out. Kirishima watched you go, wondering what he should do.

Kirishima hadn’t even met the guy and he already hated him. Sure, Kobayashi wasn’t aware you were taken, and he had every right to show interest in you, but that was supposed to be Eijirou. It was Kirishima’s job to flirt with you and be there for you and sweep you off your feet. Your classmates should be shipping you with him, not this random guy from another year.

The redhead sighed. He shouldn’t let himself get so caught up in this. He knew you were capable of sorting this out on your own, and if you really needed him, Kirishima would help you. He couldn’t start getting whiny like some kind of child.

Besides, your friends could think whatever they wanted. It couldn’t affect your relationship. They were just high school kids. They didn’t even know what they were talking about.

Despite the fact he was trying to get back into focusing on his work, Kirishima’s mind couldn’t help but wander. Maybe once exams were over you could finally announce that the two of you were together. Then you wouldn’t have to sneak around so much anymore. He could hug you whenever he wanted, and you could sit on his lap during movie night. He’d be able to kiss you in front of his friends, no problem. Maybe, just to see the look on his face, he’d kiss you in front of—

No, no. Japanese Literature. That was what he was supposed to be thinking about right now. The sooner he finished his work, the sooner he’d be able to see you again.

…

Finally it was Saturday afternoon, and you knew you had an entire day to take things a little easier tomorrow. Maybe you’d even try to take the evening off and spend some time with your boyfriend. But of course, you had to meet with Kobayashi about your hero costume first. Hopefully it would be quick, and perhaps even the last time.

You walked down to the tech floor, heading straight for the workshop. You needed your suit for the practical exam next week, so you hoped he was ready for you.

Peeking into the room, you spotted him putting something into a very familiar case.

“Oh, are you finished?” you asked, walking in.

“Yeah,” he said brightly. “You’re all set, (L/N).”

“Thanks,” you said.

“Here,” he popped the little box open, showing off the finalized improvements he’d done and the changes he’d made that you’d spoken about together. He walked you through everything and you listened politely, asking the occasional question. Even with the newfound bitter taste in your mouth at being around him, you had to admit he'd done a spectacular job.

“That should be everything,” you said, ready to go. “Thanks for working with me.”

“No problem.”

Satisfied, you began to walk away.

“Wait, (L/N).”

Apprehensive, you stopped, turning back to him. “Yeah?”

“I was just wondering,” he began, bashful, “if you’d like to grab lunch with me sometime.”

You frowned, apologetic. “I can’t, Kobayashi senpai.”

“Why not?” He looked hurt.

You winced. “I’m already involved with someone else.”

“You’re just ‘involved’?” he asked dubiously, the expression on his face changing. “Please give me a chance. I can see that you feel something for me too. Whoever you’re with, I could be better.”

“I’m not interested,” you said firmly, any momentary sympathy you might have felt evaporating. “Goodbye, Kobayashi.”

He let you go, watching as you walked stiffly out of the classroom. As soon as you rounded the doorway, you felt something grab you. Gasping, you startled, but you were quick to register a familiar head of red hair. You saw Kirishima put a finger to his lips, pulling you further down the hall and towards the empty stairwell for some privacy.

He pushed you up against a blue-gray wall, grinning at you with hooded eyes.

“Eiji, what—?”

“I heard the whole thing,” he murmured, leaning in and capturing your lips for a quick kiss. “I thought that guy might make a move on you so I followed you down here. You held your own.” He kissed you again; this one longer, his tongue sneaking its way into your mouth. “You’re really mine, aren’t you?” he murmured against your lips, a stubborn trace of hesitancy still present and quavering in his voice.

“Of course I am, Eiji,” you whispered, touching your forehead to his. “I’m yours.”

He surged against you again, kissing you hungrily and pinning you even harder against the solid surface behind you.

You gasped against his force, eyebrows drawing together as you struggled to keep up. “Ei—” you tried. “Not here, let’s go someplace else.”

“Who cares?” he murmured, uninterested in stopping.

“Me. I don’t want to get caught by a teacher or a random fifteen-year-old. We could get in trouble.”

Kirishima sighed, finally drawing back for a moment to meet your eyes. “Okay, fine. But we’re going straight to my room, right?”

You snorted. “Where else do you think I want to be?”

He smirked, taking your hand again. “Good answer.”

Kirishima briskly walked you back to the dorms, his hand migrating ever lower down your back. It wasn’t long before he was sitting you on his lap in his bed, mouth once again connecting with yours right where it belonged.

You weren’t sure he’d ever kissed you like this before, in all the time you’d been together. His passion blazed before you, unrelenting as your teeth and tongues crashed together. He nipped at your lips until they flushed and swelled, and you knew they’d be noticeably bruised by morning but neither of you stopped. He kept going, trailing more kisses from the corner of your mouth, to your jaw, and all the way down your neck only to return right back to your parted lips whispering his name.

Kirishima’s room had never felt so hot and stuffy, even as he pulled off his uniform jacket and helped you out of yours. His cheeks burned red as his eyes, so caught up in what he was doing, the only thoughts his mind was still capable of having were simply You.

It went by in a haze. He wasn’t sure when exactly he’d lowered you onto his pillow, or how long he’d been hovering over you and caging you in with his arms as he cherished you.

But he knew one thing. His love for you wasn’t something he could hide anymore. No, he’d never let anyone think they stood a chance with you again while he was around.

One day soon, he would kiss you good morning at breakfast. One day, you’d hold hands in the halls on the way to class. One day, he’d pull you in close after school, slinging an arm around your hips just so he always knew you were there at his side.

But he was happy to be here with you now. He was happy to be your secret. He was happy, even as his kisses began to soften and slow, content with the way your body melded against his as he laid himself at your side and hugged you closer. All that mattered was that you were here with him now, and he was yours.

And you were his.

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