#linger by Izuku's desk instead

[teklarn]

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BAKUGOU:

FLUFF:

my beautiful girl

beauty was a fragile thing. growing up beautiful made you delicate. but right now, you were frail. right now, you were ugly. 

brutal, brutal pt. 2

bakugou finds he’s rejecting his feelings for you in fear of becoming weak, however he just can’t seem to ignore you. 

bound to falling in love

what is falling in love with you like?

maroon

katsuki stumbles into his office late at night to find his assistant, you, cleaning the mess that is his desk. unfortunate for him, he’s unable to hide the gash in his abdomen any longer and collapses into your arms, staining your outfit maroon. 

doodle

on a mission, you ask bakugou where he got his scars from, and in turn, you open up about yours.

ANGST:

the art of losing yourself

y/n is beginning to lose themselves to evil, and bakugou is trying to save them and bring them back

begged and borrowed time

childhood crushes, neighbors, best friends... katsuki bakugou moved to a small town, finding the neighbors across the street have a child his age who is relentless in their promises. especially this silly little promise to marry him one day. 

you're not my boyfriend, pt.2, pt.3, pt. 4, pt. 5

bakugou x gn!reader. they have feelings for one another but have no idea how to express them, however y/n has someone pining for their attention. 

you're losing me

what’s it like after the break up, coming back to move all of your memories out of your home? after a nasty break up, bakugou returns to your old, shared apartment to do just that. 

SERIES:

your version of the sky: note, 01 - sunrise, 02 - certain things

MIDORIYA

FLUFF:

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ANGST:

you would cry too, if it happened to you

y/n realizes going to katsuki bakugou’s wedding was a mistake, but finds something else instead

tell your baby that i'm your baby

izuku and you can’t get away from the unwanted, unspoken feelings lingering between you two. the number one hero is about to get married to someone that’s not you, and unfortunately, you just have to be okay with that. 

DABI

FLUFF:

ANGST:

everything has changed, pt. 2

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[keshimasu]

he prided himself on being able to sleep anywhere. on cold hard floor, outside on a roof, coiled under desk where it was just slightly darker for his eyes. in a chair braced for cellular devastation was ultimately not one of them. instinct to remain aware at all times combined with flood of adrenaline at the slightest sound kept him from dozing. it wouldn't be the first time he'd forced himself into wakefulness under enemy watch. strange and infuriating that none of it is an actual threat, not when everything that could kill him could be removed. the brief respite between losing capacity for consciousness and nerves coming back online is minute. biological warning signs that said he hadn’t eaten in however long were flicked off until enough time passed that it clicked in his brain that reset wasn’t food. was no replacement for being able to shift positions and stretch.

time blurs and he can only half measure by lengths between splitting flesh. shouta knows trying to guess how long he’s been in unseeing limbo is useless. unhelpful to linger on wondering where the rest of the world is. whether anyone’s coming. a child is a justifiable rescue that already ended in casualty. trying again for an adult who knew the risks-a hero so far off the radar he practically didn’t exist-might as well be a waste of resources. he sincerely hopes someone is keeping an eye on the dorms, the kids who were still young and stupid enough he wouldn’t put it past them to stage another breakout without telling anyone.

in hindsight he can’t remember if he’d registered where the strike was coming from. it didn’t matter. he likely would have done the same to defend a student even if it meant taking a bullet. but maybe izuku would have just been sent to the back of the line to recover instead of vanishing through the floor and they’d both be in class right now. jaw tenses, wrenching away from touch to take a snap at the hand with bared teeth. erasure thwarted by a fucking piece of fabric (by the inconsistent width and silk he theorized it’s kai’s tie) and limbs locked in place his most physical defense is what little can still move.

vertigo rises with how fast he strikes out with head. given how shitty he continues feeling even after body regains form, he's pretty sure not everything is back where it should be. exposed skin feels tight and dehydrated. hypovolemia, a ghost of recovery girl supplies unhelpfully. low blood pressure. likely anemic as well. at least the pain dulled into a low rolling ache he's more accustomed to in comparison to being ripped apart at the seams.

shouta outright snarls, deep and grating on his throat, in an attempt to hide flinch at uncovered hand. nothing happens other than his skin crawling. cold sweat sticks hair to the back of his neck. unwanted dump of every stress hormone left jacks up heartrate easily into high one fifties. "i'd like to use my get out of any situation free card. i think i have a groupon for stabbing you in the face too."

SPRING  TURNS  TO  FALL  -  CHILL  ADORNING  JOVIAL  AIR  with  the  same  normalcy  it  had  last  year,  and  the  year  before  that,  and  the  year  before  that.  for  kai  though  -  there  is  little  resplendence  in  the  blue  blue  skies,  the  autumn  storms  or  the  sweeps  of  leaves  across  his  booted  feet.  the  seasons  change,  the  sun  rises  and  sets,  years  go  on,  and  overhaul  does  what  he  does  best  -  remake  things.  it's  a  bit  piteous  to  have  lost  his  foothold  to  a  bunch  of  teenagers  and  a  few  pro  heroes  -  even  more  piteous  to  have  lost  eri  herself.  but  where  kai  had  been  a  cold,  unfeeling  creature  -  he  recognized  it  better  for  yakuza  morale  that  their  bread  and  butter  instead  be  made  from  a  grown  man  near  his  own  age,  as  opposed  to  a  young  girl.  their  quirks  weren't  nearly  the  same,  and  it  took  a  bit  of  trial  and  error,  alongside  a  few  remade  limbs  in  the  basement,  but  it  was  nothing  a  pro  hero  couldn't  handle.

his  body  was  resilient,  the  yakuza  would  admit,  more  product  capably  created  from  aizawa  in  a  single  batch  than  what  they  had  been  doing  previously.  so  despite  having  to  move  his  entire  base,  despite  losing  valuable  men,  and  despite  losing  eri  -  he  supposes  the  trade  off  was  well  and  good.  overhaul  hums,  gloved  fingertips  warm  around  his  jaw.  he  does  not  usually  like  to  touch  outside  the  remaking  -  but  the  man  before  him  is  especially  bedraggled  this  week,  coated  in  blood  and  bandages,  paler  than  usual,  and  not  quite  as  desirable  as  kai  remembers  him  being.  ah  well,  he'd  make  him  good  as  new  soon  enough.

that  same  hand  thumbs  lightly  at  the  dark  blindfold  secured  about  aizawa's  features,  carefully  held  in  place  with  a  knot  tied  by  overhaul's  hand  himself.  he  raises  his  opposite  hand,  and  chrono  appears  -  dutifully  plucking  the  white  glove  from  him  without  laying  a  hand  upon  his  flesh,  before  loitering  at  kai's  back  once  more.  he  peers  down  again,  fingertip  running  along  the  broad  expanse  of  aizawa's  shoulder,  over  his  sternum,  and  a  pectoral  without  activating  his  quirk.  he  was  no  saint.  he  just liked  the  hunt.   ❝ you've  been  doing  well,  eraser. ❞  silky  baritone  muffled,  devoid  of  all  life,  and  a  cold  clinical  gaze  peers  at  the  man  seated  before  him.  ❝ perhaps  it's  time  for  your  reward. ❞

@keshimasu

[sixosix]

midoriya izuku: im in love w u, dumbass

gn!reader, dorks attract each other, izuku gets jealous, confessions, fluff, holy shit this entire fic is stupid, wc 1.9k

for all the months of pining you had to go through, that was one anticlimactic confession. izuku loves it all the same.

“y/n… are you okay?”

you startle out of your skin when uraraka nudges you with an elbow, nearly toppling you over as you trip over your own feet. uraraka panics as hard as you do, her fingers slapping your back before you hit the ground face-first.

“oh,” you blink up at her sheepishly, “hi there, ochako. haha. whoops!”

“i got deja vu for a second there,” uraraka murmurs and doesn’t explain, helping you stand up as she releases her quirk’s effect on you.

like a rush of air leaving your body, you feel heavy again, but fortunately, your best friend slings an arm around your waist to help keep you upright. uraraka stares at you, mild shock on her face. “y/n! did you even sleep?”

“sleep, right, that,” you nod robotically like you don’t even feel like you’re doing it; your brain feels as if it’s miles away. “you know, i think i beat shinsou’s record. crazy, right?”

“you didn’t sleep!?” her outburst made some of your classmates turn their heads.

you shush her, waving away shinsou’s curious stare. “it wasn’t my fault! a miscalculation.”

uraraka doesn’t look amused.

you pat her head. “such are the struggles of being in love with the most oblivious person on the planet.” oblivious to uraraka’s growing worried expression, you continue: “i am mourning. the closer we get, the more i see the light at the end of the tunnel.”

“is this about deku-kun again?” uraraka sounds like a tired mom. “y/n, i’m telling you--”

you whack a hand on her mouth, distressed eyes flitting all over the room. “don’t say his name out loud! it summons him like he lives in the damn walls or something--”

“um,” midoriya materializes behind the two of you, “were you guys calling me?”

“good morning, izuku-kun!” you fake an enthusiastic laugh, kicking uraraka’s shin when she snickers. midoriya looks even more worried. “what are you talking about? i don’t see anyone calling.”

midoriya is staring openly at your face in a way that makes you look like the spluttering fool instead of what he’s known for. and then he smiles. “sorry! must’ve heard wrong,” he laughs. “good morning, y/n-san. uraraka-san.”

uraraka waves. “morning, deku-kun! you’re late this morning.”

midoriya nods, eyes lingering on your face that is quickly heating up the more he stands there, before looking at uraraka. “yeah. i accidentally stayed up last night to work on my kicks!” he exclaims. he’s so cute.

not. stop thinking about his face. bad y/n.

“wow, kicking, huh! lots of kicking. you should show us sometime!” uraraka says, giggling at your pained expression. “i would love to see it.” the way she says it is implying it’s not her who wants to see it.

“right, right, ladies, you can make more plans about how to get aizawa-sensei to expel you faster later,” you say, patting uraraka’s back until you’re pushing her to her desk and midoriya is left confused. “i, for one, want to sleep during homeroom, without any part of this.”

“y/n-san…” midoriya starts, hesitantly, brows knit together.

“...yes, izuku-kun?” why does he have to stare at you like that? it’s almost offensive.

“did you get enough sleep last night? you look tired.” he sounds so sad, so worried, oh how you want to squish his cheeks and kiss the hell out of this boy. “it’s not healthy to stay up, you know. what if there’s an emergency? you might get tired quickly-- if you don’t sleep enough, it might affect your performance! please don’t follow shinsou-kun’s footsteps. he’s a different breed, not like your breed, which needs sleep-- haha, i’m rambling again. um, is something bothering you?”

“hah?” you’ve been staring at him too fondly the entire time. “uhm, yes. you can say that…?” what was his question again?

midoriya looks more alert now, sharp green eyes considering you, breath on your face. what? since when was he this close? “you can talk to me about it, you know… were you thinking of something? oh! was it about the mission last week--”

“izuku--”

“--i hope you don’t beat yourself up over it! if you get nightmares, you can, uhm, call… aizawa-sensei…? and if he doesn’t want to, you can call me! i’ll be there, i promise!”

more and more people are starting to watch the interaction, amused at your flustered expression and midoriya’s non-stop rambling.

“oh, i appreciate it, but it’s--”

“it’s not fine if you can’t give it your all today because of it!” midoriya argues. what are you two even arguing about? his face is getting purple; he hasn’t taken a breath yet. “so i want to help! as a friend, of course! unless it’s weird for you, then i understand. i don’t even know why i’m offering because i wouldn’tknowhowtocomfortyoubuti’msoworr--”

you grab his shoulders. “i was thinking about you, dumbass, breathe!”

midoriya finally cuts himself off, jaw slack. but at least breathing. “y-you-- you were think-- why were you thinking about-- you were thinking about ME!?”

it's even worse now. he looks like he's about to faint.

oh, maybe you can ask yaoyorozu for a shovel so you can dig yourself a grave.

bakugou snorts from behind the both of you. “fucking idiots.” where did he even come from!? he's commentating bullshit like he's reading a shoujo manga!

you glare at him, somewhat grateful to pull your attention away from midoriya’s red cheeks. “shut up, bakugou! ass!” bakugou snarls in response.

you whirl around and stomp at your seat. todoroki pats your shoulder comfortingly.

“sorry, kacchan.” though, midoriya almost looks like he’s glaring at him.

bakugou looks elated at his expression for some reason.

“my face? burning? no, it's fine.”

todoroki blinks once. “it doesn’t look like it is.”

“huh? what makes you say that?”

todoroki’s eyes flit between you and midoriya, who's kicking mineta’s ass at the moment for the exercise -- what a man, you keep mumbling. then back at you, the one with the round eyes and a lovesick smile. then back at midoriya again, because now he's waving at you with a grin so bright todoroki has to squint.

“i just feels like it is,” says todoroki. “you've been watching him since we entered. he and mineta are the last pair to fight each other.”

now, todoroki is no expert when it comes to these things, however, he’s become an expert thanks to his much more qualified friends. they've all said the same thing as a conclusion.

what was it again? something about…

“do you have a silly highschool crush on midoriya?” asks todoroki, making sure to perfectly recite all the words that uraraka and mina used to describe it.

“just a silly highschool crush? oh, don’t be silly. this is a forever thing now. i’m doomed for life! look at those muscles!” you swoon.

“that’s called being in love, isn't it?” not the swooning over his muscles thing, but maybe that's also part of it. “also, stop ogling him, he’s staring at you.”

“y/n!” midoriya exclaims, waving excitedly as he jogs over the both of you.

you stiffen beside todoroki, somehow losing balance. todoroki catches you by the waist, keeping you upright.

“ah! izuku-kun!” you beam back.

“todoroki-kun,” he acknowledges. midoriya’s eyes slice swiftly to todoroki’s arm. todoroki has the sudden urge to let go of your body as if it's burnt him -- he doesn't, but he still makes a pointed show of removing his arm from your waist.

midoriya’s smile is sharp, somehow changing back to its cute softness when he looks back at you. “y/n-san! you did great today! i couldn't tell you earlier because aizawa-sensei dragged us away but i wanted to talk about your new move--...”

todoroki shudders. jealous midoriya is someone he does not want to cross paths with.

it happens when the girls of 1-A -- mostly mina, uraraka, and hagakure -- crowd around you before homeroom.

midoriya had entered just a second ago, and is deeply worried that something has happened to you.

“eh? but l/n-chan! we're almost third years now!” what an exaggeration… first year is barely ending. “think about all those days you don't get to experience a high school relationship with your beloved!” not so much of an exaggeration; uraraka has a point.

you pout. “aizawa-sensei would kick my ass before i even think about holding hands with anyone.”

“ah, hi, deku-kun!” uraraka chirps, a mischievous smile on her face. “how long have you been there?”

“y/n-san likes someone?” midoriya’s face is carefully blank, as if he hasn't realized he said it out loud. you yelp with embarrassment, arms flailing to cover your face. midoriya smiles softly, but it doesn’t meet his eyes.

mina squeals, slinging an arm over your shoulder. “isn’t it so cute, midoriya!? budding romance! you wouldn't see that every day!”

midoriya schools his expression into something more -- hopefully -- friendly. “that’s so nice, y/n-san!” you sound like your dog just died. “who is it? todoroki-kun, probably, right?”

todoroki blinks.

“i- i… i-- um.”

midoriya’s eyes widen, softening at the way you can’t even look at him. “ah! sorry!!! i didn’t mean to pry! it’s probably someone in the class, huh? sorry again.”

everyone inwardly groans. idiots.

“why the sad face, midoriya?” mina waggles her eyebrows. you pinch her side.

midoriya grimaces, though it just looks more like a pout. “sorry, i’m just--” he fumbles for the right word. “--confused? i didn’t know you like someone, y/n-san! guess we weren’t as close as i thought?”

oh no. nonono.

“izuku--”

“ah, please don’t feel guilty!” but it’s true. you’re closer to him compared to anyone else.

he looks more stumped than anything, but the way your heart lurches over his words has you stumbling. a hurt midoriya is a midoriya no one -- not even bakugou -- wants to see.

it pains you more than anything; and it slips out before you could stop it, “i like you, dumbass!”

“i-- w-whuuuuuh?” says midoriya.

and then multiple things happen at once.

midoriya’s face explodes into a dark shade of red, so intense that it flushes all the way from his ears to his neck. your classmates, who now had their attention on you at your outburst are dead silent.

aizawa-sensei enters the room -- or, well, crawls? worms??? -- staring deadpan at his class. he takes one glance at your horrified face, midoriya’s beet red head, and the girls guffawing, then decides that this isn’t something he wants to deal with this. he worms his way out.

you realize your mistake, and move away to leave, but midoriya catches your wrist.

“really?” izuku breathes. “me?”

he says, like you haven't spent all these months pining after him like some fool who drunk too much love potion. like some fool who's willing to drink more.

“yes. you.” you fidget, acutely aware of the eyes around you. “d-do we have to do this here? i don’t think i want to continue this embarrassing confession with all these people.”

said people are still watching you two intently. seriously. how many of them knew about your feelings?

izuku doesn’t even look like he cares, grinning and blushing, looking all cute and hopeful. well, the way he’s looking at you like you’re the cute one. “later, then? i still need to give you my answer.”

“later,” you promise.

no one comments about his arm around your waist the moment the bell rings.

[zukuist]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞

200 followers special

includes: multiple characters (would add more tags but.. i reached 30 ;;)

your name is shortened to y/n, they/them pronouns

notes: thank you for 200 followers! this isn’t really going to be that long, but im just doing the characters i really like so ;; ALSO I MIGHT’VE GOTTEN KIRI’S ENTRY A LITTLE WRONG so ugh sorry ;;

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shouto todoroki

— THE OBSERVANT SIMP

from the start, he’s quite oblivious to certain things, (social ques, signs of romantic interest, etc.)

but when he’s observant with someone, then that totally means you’re special to him. does he realize how much he pays attention to you? hmm.. maybe?

he’s going to be the first one that notices you’re hungry, even if you don’t realize it yourself. he’s quick to grab a snack and break it open to you

same thing with being thirsty— if he notices that your water bottle is empty, he’ll quickly find the nearest vending machine and buy a bottle.

temperature is also no problem. he can immediately tell whenever someone’s cold; but he usually helps you first

too hot? he’s slowly putting down the room’s temperature

too cold? his left palm starts emitting some sort of heat in your direction, hoping it creates some sort of aid

if your shoelaces are undone, and/or he notices that there’s a button undone on your shirt— he’ll fix it for you

will ask to take your pictures on dates, and he’ll also help you pick out the best photo (not that any photo of you is short of any beauty)

in short— people will notice that he’s actually a big simp for you; because of how observant he is with you specifically.

katsuki bakugou

— THE TSUNDERE SIMP

just because he’s simping for you doesn’t mean he’ll treat you any differently. bakugou will be bakugou, and you eventually learn how to adapt to that.

but even so, his simp habits slip out sometimes.

when he’s cooking, he’ll accidentally make too much to eat, and he’ll coincidentally put the extras in another box and hand it to you

he’s a good student, even with studies. but would he say he’s a good teacher? hm. probably not

but if he notices you need help, he’ll sigh, feining annoyance as he decides to tutor y’all, because those ‘idiots’ are hopeless

rolls his eyes when he sees food on your cheek, but he’ll grab a tissue and wipe it off for you— claiming how you’re so messy.

he’ll act like he hates hearing your ‘annoying ass singing’ but he’ll lean against the doorway and listen to you rock out to whatever song you’re singing to.

denki will call him a simp for looking after you, and bakugou will just yell at him to “SHUT UP” >:T

he secretly likes taking care of you. his words aren’t the softest thing in the world, but his actions make up to it.

izuku midoriya

— THE DETAILED SIMP

as katsuki bakugou would call him; he is a nerd

he definitely meant that as an insult, but his input on detail makes it very useful in things like relationships

he remembers every detail of your quirk, your limits, potential secret moves.

it would’ve been stalker-ish, if it weren’t for the fact that deku does this out of admiration for his s/o

so if you so happen to collapse due to overusing your quirk— deku has a detailed plan on what to do. it’s almost scary.

he puts detail in a lot of things, anniversary gifts, birthday gifts, and so on.

deku’s also the type to plan things weeks before it actually happens. like.. planning out the perfect birthday gift

and with this, his memory is really good. so it’s very unlikely that he’ll just suddenly forget anniversaries and birthdays.

i hc deku as a bad cook, so he eats takeout food more than his homemade food

but he’s takes note of your allergies, your dislikes with food— and he finds himself mumbling small details to recall what you like

when you walk out in pretty/good outfits for dates

his face will break out into shades of red— suddenly rambling all the good details of your outfit, complimenting you while he’s at it

“y/n’s looks fantastic as always. i might die from their beauty”

if anyone calls him a simp, he’ll be really embarrassed about it. “me? a s-simp? is that a bad thing?”

just tell him it’s fine.

denki kaminari

— THE HYPEMAN SIMP

a big simp

like.. really big

he worships the ground you step on, and hypes up everything you do

y’all know when irene from red velvet literally breathed in north korea, and the crowd just

*claps*

yeah, that’s denki to you

it’s so blantly obvious that he’s simping over someone, and everyone’s just kinda used to it at this point

he’s just a big fanboy sometimes

whenever you’re sparring with someone, he’s always in the background like

“go s/o!!” 🤩

and he has tendencies to go a little easy on you like.. what’s he gonna do when you get electricuted??

but that doesn’t mean he’s never serious— nah.

there are times where he’s just a little bashful just being in your presence

sneaking glances your way, as he silently fanboys about you in general.

“s/o looks really good today. they always look good but !!”

when y’all weren’t together, the bakusquad was just tired of the constant romantic pining

it was really obvious that he was simping back then, and they’re not so sure as to how you didn’t say anything about it

mina always called him a simp

so yeah!! it was a big relief when you got together with him. he never makes you feel terrible, because he’s always your #1 hypeman.

eijirou kirishima

— THE HELPING SIMP (rip idk what to call this)

i didn’t really know what kinda name i went for this one but let me carry on

kiri upfront is very confident, and friendly. he never shows a mean side to anyone,

and there are rare cases of him being bashful

he’s kinda almost like a golden retriever? since he’s always nice and friendly to everyone

but then when you enter the room; he suddenly goes quiet, and he’s left alone with his rather loud thoughts about you

he didn’t really know how to properly approach you at first

but him being kiri, he’s still rather friendly to you (for now)

when he’s messing around, practically sharing one braincell with kami and sero

and then you suddenly walk in— he snaps out of his foolishness, and greet you with his very warm smile

“hey y/n!” he waves at you, and he hopes you don’t mention the teasing look on both kami and sero’s face

sometimes when he’s doing his close combat training, and he notices that he’s getting too close to you

he’ll be like “woah man, maybe we should move locations.” bc he doesn’t wanna hit you by accident ;;

kirishima prefers to not stand near you when his hair is all spiky. like he’s never conscious about it, until he’s around you

man poked sero with his hair before, and he doesn’t want to do that to you

kiri always looks at your hand, just to see if it’s occupied with something. his thoughts linger to what your hand might feel like

“their hand looks really.. soft. argh! i shouldn’t be thinking about these kind of things in public! im sorry y/n”

bakugou really only notices kirishima’s simping ways

bakugou always mentions the fact that kirishima goes really silent whenever you’re around—

and he’s secretly contemplating on having you around more so he can just shut up 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

moving aside all of that, kiri always carries your things.

you’ll beg him to give you at least one thing, and he’ll say no because it’s “not manly to let someone carry all of this.”

if you’re sad, he’s the first one to cheer you up— reassuring you that everything will be okay.

kiri’s just wants to be at your service at all times! it’s manly to help people, right?

hitoshi shinsou

— THE DISCREET SIMP

no one would be able to tell that he’s simping for someone

because unlike kaminari; he’s not like IM HITOSHI SHINSO AND IM ACTUALLY A SIMP

he’s a lot more discreet, and no one has really caught on, besides you and kaminari of course

he’s a lot less sarcastic with you, asking you about anything that’s happened instead of just being there

he prefers it to hear you talk. the way each word and syllable rolls off your tongue smoothly, and the way you use your hands to emphasize things

he’s amused.

oh and the way he looks at you? almost any normal person can sense the simp in him pop out (he’s so contained though)

he’s definitely the person that’ll get rid of any bug that’s terrifying you— even though he’d normally just leave it to them

he’ll do it, regardless if it’s the biggest fucking spider he’s ever seen, or the smallest spider

he’ll do it to make you feel safe.

he has these random spurs of compliments during the day

the source mainly comes from his staring habit

and they’re just so unexpected and out of the blue. hitoshi’s amused whenever he sees your reaction to his compliments

like.. you could be really frustrated about something, and he’ll just go “your eyes are pretty.” that’s his discreet method tO MAKE YOU TEMPORARILY DISTRACTED FROM THE ISSUE—

call him a simp, whatever. it’s true anyway so he doesn’t why should he be ashamed of it?

he’s discreet about it, since it’s your business and his business. but you can definitely feel his feelings loud and clear

neito monoma

— THE 180 SIMP

“i’m not a simp!”

[you enter the room]

*nervous laughter*

he had his last laugh, and he never thought he’d be this soft around someone.

especially if you’re from class 1-A like.. i became the thing i hated, ugh.

relentless teasing is amped but this is his way of making sure you remember him loud and clear

but he’ll never tease you in a condescending way— like how he torments the rest of class 1-A

that’s reserved for them 💅

always compliments you, that’s the first thing he does when he sees you—

and they’re never generic compliments either

“it’s nice to see you here, y/n! you make the world better day by day!”

“i’m still wondering what you’re doing in class 1-A, you’re much better than them!”

everyone secretly wonders how you got monoma to like you

monoma canonically likes pastels. spread the word

so sometimes, you’ll walk over to your desk— and you’ll just see this random pastel ornament sitting on your desk

you know who it’s from

whenever monoma starts becoming annoying, kendo will definitely use you as a weapon to make him shut up

he’ll be laughing at the expression on his face, thinking he’s absolutely winning at this

but the smile is wiped off his face when he hears “ok go on, i’ll tell y/n about your antics.”

“no, no! i’ll behave now, please don’t tell y/n.”

class 1-b literally use you as blackmail whenever monoma acts up, and it’s because of how different he is around you

like.. his personality takes a 180, (besides the obvious teasing) it’s alarming

—

©️zukuist 2021, bnha|mha belongs to horikoshi kohei. do not repost my work❕

[pocketramblr]

Yeah!

Bakugo doesn't realize "Deku" got into his class at UA for four solid school days, and just thinks some random other, slightly more attractive than average, green haired kid is sitting behind him. The funniest part of this is that Izuku doesn't realize the other doesn't recognize him and assumes it's a stronger version of being ignored like in middle school after the Sludge Villain, doesn't look a gift horse in the mouth and keeps avoiding him. It's even easier here now, with so many trips to recovery girl and two best friends.

(the battle trial arc happens... differently)

Bakugo realizes this kid is Izuku at the tail end of the USJ and the sheer outrage he feels is far more than enough to outweigh the strength of the OfA boosted prettiness, and he is immune to it thereafter, even when he does begin to reconcile with Izuku

In that OFA Glamour AU, do you think Bakugo would’ve figured out Izuku got his quirk from someone else not because, you know, he got a super powerful quirk at 14 from out of nowhere, but by how he’s suddenly much more beautiful

From what Pocket told me, Bakugou is in so much denial that he doesn’t have the capacity to acknowledge in any way that Izuku is beautiful.

[yee-fxcking-haw]

•Don't Say His Name•

Summary: This is a part two to Forget That Extra! There will at the very least be a third part, since this one ends unresolved and I have SO MUCH of the story left in my brain.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader (both Bakugo and Reader are aged up to 18+)

Warnings: Rough sex, degredation, impact play, ddlg terms, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), face fucking, a sprinkling of knife play, fingering, ruined orgasm, Dom Bakugo, Brat/masochist reader, tiny bit of angst.

Word Count: 6,115

Part One • Part Three

A/N: As far as tagging goes, I tagged those that commented on part one, and those that liked the post about this part. If you would like added/removed just let me know!

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You walk down the hallway with all the confidence in the world. "You're my woman now." He had said. Katsuki Bakugo's woman. That's you. Walking through his agency covered in bruises he had left, and only he could see. It makes your insides twist and spark with excitement, the idea of belonging to that explosive hero.

You're on your way to his office now, coffee in hand as you try to make an effort at being an actual partner instead of just his play thing. You made sure to get the right kind of milk and sugar, and extra caramel of course. The past few weeks have been all about learning things like that, the little details about each other that exists outside the bedroom or a stuffy closet.

Just as you make the final turn to Katsuki's office, you see a wild flash of green hair and hear an excited voice say your name. A bright smile spreads across Deku's boyish face, cheeks all pink and freckled. He's all dressed up in his hero costume as he bounces towards you before speaking again.

"Hey! On a coffee run for the boss man?" He jokes, nodding at the hot drinks in your hands.

The boss man, right, he's your boss. He should definitely not have been in your guts less than twelve hours ago, and you definitely shouldn't have his teeth marks on your body.

"Oh yeah, either gotta keep him caffeinated or pick up pieces of exploded furniture, and I much prefer the coffee runs to clean up duty." You laugh with him, both of you knowing Bakugo's temperament far too well.

As you laugh your shoulders move a little too much and the strap of your bag falls off, catching on your elbow and nearly jostling the coffee to the point of falling out of the drink carrier.

Deku's reflexes are like lightning as always, before you can object he's taken the coffee as you slip the strap back onto your shoulder. Your cheeks flush as you mumble a bashful thanks then reach for the coffees.

"No I got it, let me walk with you." He says, "Can't risk dropping the precious cargo."

You both share another chuckle as you anxiously adjust your top, trying to tuck it more securely into your plaid skirt.

"Thanks, Deku, I would've been in for it if I had lost that drink."

You both take off down the hall at a rather lazy pace, sharing some pleasant small talk about your days. You find out that he actually just left Katsuki's office, they were going over some boring publicity stuff for their agencies. As you walk you find yourself laughing a lot, especially at Deku's impression of a very grumpy Katsuki.

You've only met Izuku Midoriya a handful of times, mostly in passing like this. Without fail, he's always kind and charming. He's the kind of person that leaves anyone he meets with warm, vanilla tasting feelings.

"Can I ask you something?" He says with a small voice.

"Of course you can." You say as you come up to the door of Katsuki's office.

"This might be a little out of line, and I completely understand if you wouldn't want to, I just- I was uh- I guess I was w-wondering if you maybe would consider grabbing coffee with me?" He trips and stutters his way through his invitation, and goodness it's so fucking cute.

You're floored honestly, of course you'd love to get coffee with him, it's harmless right? It could be, if you make it clear that you're with Bakugo. That's the problem though, being employed by him means you two can't be public about being together. That shit gets messy fast, so you've been sworn to secrecy.

"You're busy though, so I totally understand if you just can't find the time or if you just don't want to or whatever. I just figure you might like actually having coffee with somebody instead of being sent to get it for them, if that makes any sense… s- sorry… this sounded a lot better in my head." As he talks he fidgets with his hands and shifts his feet a little, emerald eyes searching your face for some form of an answer.

"Deku, I'd love to." You say sweetly before he can open his mouth and fumble through more words.

His shoulders drop and his face relaxes.

"Is six tonight ok? We can just meet here so you don't have to give me your address or go to my place, I know that can be uncomfortable sometimes so I figure meeting at a public place would probably make you feel safer- I guess if we-"

"How about you just text me the address of the coffee place you had in mind?" You say gently, interrupting as politely as you can.

You try to keep your voice down, a creeping feeling snaking up your spine. It feels wrong to be making plans like this right in front of your boyfriend's office, if you can call him that. There hasn't really been a lot of discussion about the exclusivity of the relationship, just that he hated the idea of you belonging to anyone else, and that he hadn't been with anyone else… maybe that talk needs to happen soon.

"Huh? Oh, yeah that's a good idea, I would just need to uh- if I wanted to text you I would need-"

"My number?" You giggle as you pull a sticky note and a pen from your bag.

"Uh, yeah, that would be it." He laughs nervously.

You quickly scribble down your number, your heart climbs to your throat as you offer him the paper.

"I'll trade you." You say, nodding to the coffees before sticking the note on his chest.

An adorable blush spreads across his already rosey cheeks.

"Oh yeah, boss man needs his caffeine." He says as you take them.

Just as you accept the drinks back, the office door opens slowly. The twist of the knob makes your chest tighten.

"Oh, there you are. You were taking so long I thought you'd gotten lost." He says gruffly before taking the drink you hold out for him.

His words bite you a little, but you have to just take it for the sake of appearing uninvolved.

"I thought you were leaving?" He asks Deku with a pointed gaze.

"Oh, Kacchan I was, I just uh-"

"He was helping me, I almost dropped the coffee and he was kind enough to carry them for me." You jump in, trying to defuse the tension building between the men in front of you.

You know bits and pieces of their old rivalry, only those that Bakugo let slip. For the most part they've out grown the school yard beef, but Katsuki is competitive, territorial, possessive. You know that it's grinding his gears knowing Deku was there to help you, which might be a fact you can have some fun with.

"So, six works for you?" You ask Izuku, voice laced with honey.

"Oh! Yeah, yeah six is great, I'll see you then." He says, folding the note with your number before sticking it in his pocket.

"I'll see you then, and thank you for the help." You smile, earning a sweet grin from him as he awkwardly shuffles away.

"Oh of course, it's never a problem! Bye Kacchan, thanks again for the meeting!" He damn near hops off down the hallway before disappearing around the corner.

Slowly, you turn to face your lover, apprehension written all over your face. He just sneers down at you before turning sharply into his office. You stand and watch him stalk to his desk, slightly scared to move.

"Get your ass in here, lock the damn door behind you." He says flatly before taking a sip of coffee.

You do as he says, letting the door close quietly before flipping the lock.

"So, I'm assuming you won't be joining me for dinner?" He says as he relaxes into his large desk chair.

"What? No, we can get dinner, I'm just grabbing coffee with Izuku." You explain, trying to sound nonchalant.

You take a nervous glance around his office, and a fond feeling blooms in your chest. It's organized chaos, as he calls it. The desk is covered in little travel tools and makeshift gadgets. He loves to tinker when he can't focus, he says it gets his mind back to a place where he can. He's talented too, could honestly run a whole side business on his creations alone.

The one time you proposed it he shut it down fast, he said he had enough jobs to do, that he wanted to keep his tinkering from becoming work. It brings the smallest smile to your face, but you're ripped away from your dreamy thoughts by the sound of his rough voice.

"First name basis, I see." He mumbles before taking another sip.

You can't help but roll your eyes. It's difficult to discern if he's genuinely irritated by you meeting Izuku, or if he's just trying to egg you on. Either way, you're going to have some fun with it.

"Well people don't usually call their friends by their hero names, do they?" You question as you walk around his desk so you can lean your backside against the edge.

Katsuki turns his chair to face you, glancing over your body once before finding your eyes. His gaze lingers on the undone buttons at the collar of your black top, revealing what you think is a tasteful amount of decolletage.

You sip your own coffee as he analyzes you, seemingly taking the bait.

"Friends?" He asks quietly, quirking an eyebrow.

"Ya know, someone who gets coffee with you instead of sending you on an errand to get some for them?" That was a bold move that will inevitably come back to bite you, but that's exactly what you want.

All of his fine muscles shift and tighten under his well tailored dress shirt as he leans forward in his chair. He places his elbows on his knees, and folds his hands under his chin as he glances up at you through his eyelashes.

A tense moment is spent between you, your chest lights up with nerves just a little bit. You hate it when he's quiet, he's much easier to read when he's mouthy.

"Sounds fun!" He says with far too much enthusiasm as he shoots up from his chair. Before you can reply, he's put his whole body in front of yours. He sets his hands on the desk behind you, efficiently caging you in.

Just like that, the air is hot and thick between you. He looks down his nose at you, waiting for you to answer. His eyes scream "try me" and it makes you dizzy. When you feel his hands slide over your knees, your head spins even more.

Willingly, you let him spread your legs open so he can settle his hips between them. As he moves in your skirt bunches up, revealing where your socks end to expose the thickest part of your thighs. Like a moth drawn to a flame, his hands are on the skin instantly. For some reason, that part of your leg, specifically when they're spilling over some snug thigh highs, makes Bakugo absolutely feral.

"So you don't care if I get coffee with him?" You ask, bringing your hand to tilt his chin up.

Reluctantly, he rips his eyes away from your legs so he can glare at you.

"I don't give a fuck who you get coffee with." He shrugs before sliding his hands up so he can grab your hips with greed.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't disappointed by how little he cares. Where's the guy that fucked your brains out because you simply talked to another dude? You're practically going on a date and he's just… fine with it?

"-But if you're going to get coffee with that damn nerd-" He ducks down and brazenly licks a hot strip up the side of your neck.

The sudden contact makes your eyes flutter as your chest deflates, a shock of heat already thrumming through your core.

"You're gonna do it covered in marks…" He abruptly scrapes his teeth against your throat, easily biting hard enough to create a bruise, as if you don't already have enough.

"... And filled with my cum." The statement makes you gasp, there he is.

His fingertips dig into your hips as he pulls you forward on the best, bringing your crotch flush against his while he looks down at you with a patient expression. The feeling of his hard-on pressing against your core will never get old, it never fails you send shocks up your spine and make your cheeks hot.

You're feeling spunky today, dangerously bold. A terrible idea creeps into your mind, wrapping it's fingers around your common sense.

You slide your hands up his abs, allowing yourself a moment to admire how sturdy he feels. Your hands secure themselves on the folds of his collar so you can bring his face back towards yours.

To mock him, you bring your mouth to his throat and let your tongue drag up his hot skin.

"That's funny." You say with a low voice before you plant a kiss right under his jaw.

"He said the same thing." You punctuate your lie with a nip to his skin.

"Oh you stupid woman." He huffs before he snatches you by the waist and hauls you off the desk. Your legs don't get the chance to hold you up, he spins you around and kicks the back of your knees with his shin, causing you to fall forward immediately.

Once you're kneeling he grabs the hair on top of your head and drags you along beside him. You yelp and grab at his wrist as you try to shuffle after him on your knees. He plants himself in his desk chair, not releasing his hold on your roots for a second.

He pulls your head back slightly, glaring down at you with furious ruby eyes. He looks so delicious like this, dressed in all black, hair and eyes wild as he plans how he'll break you.

His other hand comes up to grab your jaw a little too gently, eyes flashing down to where your skirt is still riding up.

"Are you trying to get hurt?" He asks calmly, thumb running over your chin.

"I'm trying to get fucked." You state simply, dropping your jaw open so you can take his thumb into your mouth.

He watches you carefully, breathing a little heavier when you swirl your tongue around the pad of his thumb before releasing it.

"-But if all you're gonna do is fuck around like this, I think I know somebody who might be up for the job."

All you can register is his face twisting as he realizes which way you're going, before the hand on your jaw pulls back. You brace for the slap, ready to feel the hot pain shoot across your face. Your thighs even clench a little in anticipation, but it doesn't come.

He just chuckles, laughs right in your face as he reaches for the drawer behind him, the hand in your hair releases too.

"Oh, I'm sure he would be." He pulls out a small black bag from the drawer, then slowly unzips it to reveal a wooden paddle.

You can't help but squirm where you sit as you watch him flip it in his hands before turning back to you.

"But there's no way in hell that prick can get you shaking like I can." He sets the paddle on his desk so he can start to roll his sleeves up.

You watch him carefully, nearly drooling over the way his strong forearms flex as he rolls the material of his shirt up. Your hands pull at the bottom of your skirt anxiously, needing to fidget with something desperately.

"I don't know about that, Suki, the shy, quiet ones are usually the nastiest, isn't that right?" You say coyly, trying to regain some control.

You're referring to yourself and he knows it. Hinting at how depraved you can be in the bedroom. You know he's right, he's the only one that can fuck you up the way you need it. It's fun to watch him twitch a little when you hint at Deku being able to compete with him, though.

"Get up here, bend over." He says shortly, neck and shoulders tense.

You're getting to him.

"I think I like it down here, I don't think I want to bend over just yet." You say with a deceptive sweetness.

Feeling bold, you slide your hands up the insides of his thighs, feeling the taught muscle under his dress pants.

Before you can reach his erection, his hands are latched onto you again. One in the back of your hair, the other crushing your throat.

"I fucking dare you, disobey me one more time. You will end up with a busted ass and a ruined orgasm, that's a fucking promise." He snarls at you, bending down so he can glare right into your soul.

His threats don't do a damn thing to calm your rebellious streak, if anything, it lights a fire under your desire to be the biggest fucking brat.

"The busted ass part doesn't sound too bad." You struggle to get the words out, working against the harsh grip on your throat.

He rolls his eyes before almost throwing you out of his hands. He sends one to the collar on the back of your shirt, and the other slides around the back of your thigh. With the new hold he roughly hoists you into his lap. You can't help but squeak when your stomach hits the tops of his thighs. Your knees barely touch the ground and your hands grab at the desk in front of you, trying to steady yourself.

He flips your skirt up and smooths a hand over the curve of your ass.

"Oh trust me, you'll fucking get it." He sends his hand cracking across your cheek, earning an involuntary moan from you.

Your body responds to the sharp pain immediately, cunt clenching and inevitably soaking your panties even more than they already are. You glance back at him as he rubs over the welt he's just created.

"These are cute." He says with a bored voice as he pulls at the string of your thong with one finger.

They're nothing special, a simple pink fabric thong. You didn't put on anything special since you were definitely not anticipating a situation like this to arise. A little foolish now that you think about it, given how many times he's grabbed you by the wrist and hauled in into some forgotten room for a quickie. Never in his office though, especially not during business hours.

Before you can quip back, he's pulling out his pocket knife. He grabs your skirt and hikes it up to your waist before he runs the point of the knife down your lower back. He uses the dull side of the knife, careful not to cut you, but the point of the blade still offers icy friction against your heated skin. Teasing you with the possibility that he could make you bleed.

You squirm in his lap as goosebumps raise all over your skin, pulling a deep breath in when he dips the blade under the waistband so he can flick it up, expertly slicing through the fabric. He makes quick work of it, cutting the pesky fabric out of the way so you're completely exposed to him.

"Does pissing me off always get you this wet?" He asks before flipping the knife away so he can run a finger slowly down your folds.

"That's from thinking about my date later."

That comment earns you a very sudden, very hard strike with the paddle. You bite your fist to muffle the cry that tears out of your throat, desperate to remain unheard by anyone outside of the office.

"Oh hell fucking no." Katsuki growls before quickly snatching up both of your wrists so he can pin them behind your back with the hand not wielding the paddle.

"You want to be a mouthy slut, so be it."

Another skin splitting hit to the other cheek. The pain is blinding, causing your body to jolt and twitch in his lap. You know your ass is going to be purple and welted for days, but there's not a chance you'll complain, because you absolutely love it.

"Is that all you got, sparky?" All you want is more, more bites, bruises, paddles. Anything Katsuki will give you, you'll take it with greedy, desperate hands.

"You're such a masochistic little bitch." His voice makes your pussy contract around nothing, then you feel the shameful sensation of your slick dripping down your thighs.

His hand comes up to grab at the reddened flesh of your ass, digging his fingertips in with a sneer. You feel his dick twitch against your stomach as you writhe from the sharp new pain he inflicts.

"You want me to touch you here?" He ghosts his fingers over your dripping core.

The tease is almost enough to make you break… almost.

"I'd rather save it for Deku."

There is no composed chuckle, no warning swat, not even a breath before you're shoved off of his lap so you can fall to the floor in a pathetic pile of bunched up clothes and desire.

You try to scramble to your knees, but the bottom of Katsuki's expensive dress shoe meets your sternum and forces you on to your back with a harsh push. He moves like a wolf, planting a knee on either side of your chest, caging your arms under his strong thighs. He leans over and seizes you by your shirt collar.

"You're a fucking idiot, you know that right?" He barks down at you, eyes ablaze with disdain for your bratty antics.

"You're gonna choke on my cock for that one, smart ass."

You shouldn't get a thrill from such a nasty threat, but your mind spins and your body sparks.

He makes quick work of his belt and pants, shoving them down quickly to expose his straining cock. It never ceases to make your mouth water, every inch is perfect. He's thick and heavy looking with a beautiful curve that feels devine inside you.

"Open up, and don't try anything cute." He huffs before grabbing the hair on top of your head to bring you towards his dick.

He slides into your mouth with ease, sliding the underside of his head along your tongue. You have to drop your jaw pretty much all the way in order to fit him, but you always love that part.

"Look at me, watch me the whole time." He orders, fist grabbing a little more firmly at your hair.

He presses himself into the back of your throat, the taste of the precum he's smeared along your tongue finally hits your taste buds. You savor the taste, eyelids fluttering ever so slightly but never closing.

Your eyes meet his just as you remember to relax your throat and let him all the way in. He somehow slides down your throat even further, balls pressing into your chin. You can't stop the drool that spills from the side of your gaped mouth or the tears that prick at your eyes.

He grins down at you, predatory and ravaging. Your legs twitch as your hands slide up to hold his sides, clinging to the fabric of his shirt as he starts to set a slow pace with his hips.

It's not the merciless throat fucking you anticipated, but he did only just get started. Something deep in your chest resents the slow pace, something depraved inside you wants him to use your throat until you're heaving and sobbing.

You moan around his cock and try to convey desperation in your eyes as you watch him move above you.

"Oh you poor slut, I know you want more, but you haven't fucking earned it." He says as he presses all the way in again, but this time he holds it there.

You dig your nails into his sides and close your jaw around him a little more, teeth teasing the skin of his hard on. His lip twitches into a snarl like a dog about to snap. He snatches your nose with his fingers, closing off your airway. You don't panic, not even close. You just glare up at him, having played this game many times.

"Little miss composed, huh? How about now?" He presses impossibly far into the back of your throat.

For the most part, your gag reflex has been trained out of you, but somehow he hits it right away. You open your airway and attempt to gasp, a fruitless attempt since all you can do is choke on his shaft. He doesn't release the hold on your nostrils, just glares down while you struggle under him.

Suddenly, but not soon enough, he releases your nose and rips himself from your throat. You let him pull you along like a ragdoll as he settles back into his chair, pulling you to your knees as you sputter and gasp and cry. He grabs you by the hair at the back of your head with one hand, and by the jaw with the other, a hold he's always been fond of.

"Now, unless you want to keep choking on my cock, I suggest you remind me who's about to fuck the breath out of your lungs." He says, low and vengeful.

You're nowhere near ready to give in, all kinds of lust oozes through your body. It's spreading like molten lava, destroying every ounce of self control you've ever had.

You feel drool start to pool on your chest, becoming suddenly aware of how much you're salivating.

Oh what a terrible idea.

You spit right in his face, body moving before your mind has a chance to tell it to stop. For the first time since this all started, you feel a little bit afraid. You welcome it though, scarf it down and wish there was more. You're like an adrenaline junkie, and your addiction is the menacing way Katsuki is looking at you right now.

He slowly wipes the offense off his cheek bone, giving a small, astounded laugh before he brings the palm of his hand to crack across your face.

You cry out as your thighs clench beneath you, your body giving away just how much you adore being treated like this.

"Do it again, please fucking do it again, make my day, bitch." Katsuki barks in your face, hands starting to shake a little. He's losing his calm facade, which is exactly what you want. He just needs one final push.

You open your mouth, ready to retort, ready to mouth off like the miserable little brat you are. You don't get the chance though, the words are smacked right out of your mouth as he hits you again. The sharp pain sends another shock of desire straight to your weeping cunt. You cry out as your head snaps to the side.

You take account of the drool leaking out of your mouth, the tears dripping out of your eyes, the slick sliding down your thighs. You're burning up and your vision is becoming unreliable. It might be about time to give in a little, indulge poor, pissed off Suki. You've gotten enough of a beating, now it's time to stroke his ego and get what you want.

"P-please, Daddy, I'm s-sorry." You sniffle, glancing up at him with big, pitiful eyes.

You don't expect the third slap, it's white hot and full of venom. You know without a doubt you'll be sporting a shiner from the assault.

"You're a little liar. You're not sorry, you just want me to put my dick in that stupid little cunt." He's almost yelling, trembling a little more as he sneers down at you.

If he wasn't pissed before, he sure as hell is now.

Perfect.

"How else are you going to send me to Deku full of your cum? Or am I going to have to ask him to fill me up?" Do you ever know when to stop?

"On my desk, now." He doesn't give you a chance to move on your own, he hoists you up by your waist and sets you on his desk. The abused skin of your ass stings against the cool wood. He pulls you by the hips so your ass is sat right on the edge.

He presses his face into your neck as your arms fly around his shoulders. His hot, open mouth against your neck makes you feel so incredibly dizzy. The soft feeling of his tongue contrasting so intensely with how harsh he's been.

"You make me want to blast this whole building to pieces." He huffs against your neck, your hands find his hair and you feel just how sweaty he is.

He braces one arm on the desk as the other reaches up to move your skirt out of the way.

"God, you're filthy. I can fucking smell how soaked you are."

His teeth sink into your neck as he unceremoniously slips two fingers into you. No, he doesn't slip them in, he shoves them in.

"Suki- fuck-" You say before a moan sneaks out of you, falling on his greedy ears.

"Huh uh- you can't keep that prick's name out of your mouth, say his name. I don't want to hear your whore mouth say mine." He crooks his fingers perfectly as you gaze at him with disbelief. The pads of his fingers hit that sweet spot inside you, and all you want to do is cry out for him, cry out his name.

"N-no, please, let me say yours- shit- please!" You shiver when he brings the heel of his hand to press into your clit as he continues to play with your insides.

"Then are you sorry? Really fucking sorry?" He asks as he adds a third finger.

You clench down on him, hips rolling forward as you let out a sad little sobbing sound.

You nod up at him, struggling to find the right thing to say. Obviously, that's not enough for him. He rips his hand out of your hole and slaps your cunt with incredible force.

You cry out and try to bring your legs together, but Katsuki anticipates this. Grabbing the insides of your thighs, he forces your legs open, causing you to lose balance and fall so your back is flat on his desk.

"I'm sorry, I didn't fucking hear you." He says as he grabs his cock and starts to pump himself just inches from your burning center.

"I'm sorry, I am, I'm so sorry, Suki." You say urgently, pushing yourself up on your elbows so you can truly meet his eyes.

Your core just aches as you glance down at his hand stroking his erection.

His free hand comes down against your pussy again, making you jump and whimper. The sting is exquisite, but the throbbing in your walls overrides it.

"I don't believe you, give me one good reason I shouldn't blow my load all over your thighs and send you on your way." His hand picks up speed and you start to panic a little, he might go through with it. You've pissed him off enough, it can't end like this though, no way in hell.

As quickly as you can, you rid yourself of your shirt and your bra. You leave your skirt and your socks on, knowing that combination is a favorite of his. He watches you like a hawk as you lean back down onto your elbows, eyeing the fading bruises all over your chest and down your stomach.

"Because baby," You coo as you bring your fingers to your mouth, "you need me as bad as I need you." After wetting your fingertips, you bring them down to slide over your hardened nipple.

His hand falters slightly as he watches you play with yourself. He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth when you tweak the sensitive bud.

"God- fuck- you little tease." He whines before shifting towards you.

In some ways, Katsuki is a simple man. All it takes it some teasing and some tits and he's a goner.

In the blink of an eye, his hands have a hold on the backs of your thighs as he folds you up. You feel the tip of his dick rest against your entrance and you almost scream.

"I'm going to ask you one more time, are you fucking sorry?" He's on his last leg of restraint, the grip on your thighs is absolutely bruising and you can see beads of sweat rolling down his temples.

"I am! I swear I am, I don't give a shit about him- I don't- fucking hell, Suki!" Before you can finish, his thumb is rubbing at your clit as he slides in.

Every nerve in your body responds as he does, you throw your head back and let yourself feel it completely. The drag along your walls is maddening. The second his head presses into your cervix you moan and twitch, and more tears pour from your eyes

"I'm going to make sure you are." He growls.

After he slowly pulls back, he fucks into you like it's the last time he'll ever get to. Every thrust in makes you see stars. You let a sob wrack your body as you claw at the desk.

"How would you feel if I couldn't stop saying some other bitche's name?" He says as he delivers a particularly harsh thrust.

Your stomach twists at the thought, jealousy claws at your insides.

"Makes your skin crawl doesn't it?"

"I didn't m-mean it, I'm s-sorry, sir." Your body rocks on the desk as his hips meet yours, so much rage behind his movements. You feel your body start to tighten, the nerves in your core start to get that wonderful warm feeling.

"Why do you keep doin' that shit then? Huh?" You feel a small twinge of guilt because of how genuine the question sounds, how there's just a hint of genuine confusion in his voice.

"Baby- I- fuck- I didn't mean it, I swear- shit, I'm so close." Your walls start to pulse around his cock, the rest of you starts to squirm.

"You want me to hurt you? Is that it?" He smacks the underside of your thigh after his question, earning a deep moan from you.

"Fuck! Yes, I love it when you hurt me." You admit, voice warbling as your orgasm approaches rapidly.

"Then just fucking ask me for it." Then he stops, stilling completely inside you. It's enough to drive you up a wall, your orgasm runs away from you. All of the building pleasure slips through your fingers.

"No no no! Suki please, I said I was sorry, I meant it, please I was so fucking close!" You beg as your fists hit the desk, almost throwing a tantrum.

"Maybe Deku can help you finish." He says shortly as he pulls out and starts to fuck his fist, with a groan and his head back, he finishes on your thighs as promised. You watch in horror as his release paints your skin white, his soft moans and sighs fall on your ears and it makes your heart sink.

He wastes no time in tucking himself back into his pants, making himself look composed in record time.

"I have a lot I need to get done this afternoon, clean this shit up and be home by eight." He says with a flat tone.

You just lay there dumbfounded as you watch him stalk out of the room without a glance your way.

You did it. You pushed too damn far. Katsuki never leaves you hanging like this. There's always a few gentle kisses, a few mumbled reassurances, it's never like this. Even when it was just quick fucks in a closet, Katsuki would offer you a few moments of comfort afterwards. You hit a nerve, you must have. Something far past you're usually bratty teasing.

The sound of the office door closing makes you flinch. You glare down at the mess he's left on you, eyeing the shredded remains of your panties on the floor. No way in hell you're going to coffee with Deku, not with the horrible feeling settling in your gut. You don't know if Katsuki will even want to talk to you, but you have to try, you have to make this right.

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[h34rtizuku]

𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔶

i hate angst without happy endings, but i’m also self-destructive. therapy is expensive, but ripping your own heart out and bearing your insecurities into a full-fledged story for you and others to read? free.

warnings : angst without a happy ending, insecurities, jealousy, mayhaps toxic behavior?? idk if ur looking for a good time, this isn’t for you bestie <3 also i might misspell uraraka’s name wrong a few times, i’ll fix them later :*

being quirkless had its advantages. with such a small number of us being born without powers, it left a lot of the mundane jobs open.

which is why, as soon as pro-hero deku opened his agency, i came to him with the request to be his assistant.

on the daily, he had people coming up to him asking for internships or to be his sidekick. but he never had anyone ask to be his assistant.

being the number one hero often meant that every day things, things one may take for granted or deem insignificant became just another list of things on the busy man’s to-do list.

therefore the appeal of having someone file his paper work and run to get him coffee in the morning was great enough to hire me.

and i was glad he did.

this is what i have been working for since i was a first year in high school. after watching the freckled boy break limb after limb to defeat his opponent.

yeah, i saw it as irresponsible and stupid that he had to break his own body to save others. but i was willing to overlook it.

my one goal during my remaining years of high school and up to college was that wherever that little green haired boy went, i would follow.

and that reigned true as his assistant. i would shuffle after him like a duckling following it’s mother, wherever he needed me.

if he needed me in a briefing to take notes for him, i was there. if he needed me to put in overtime to help him file the last minute paperwork, i was there. if he wanted a particular pastry from a specific bakery half way across town, i was there.

izuku was never mean, or demanding. always thanking me profusely for anything i ever did for him. leaving me to remind him that this was my job, and any way to make his life easier was good enough for me.

but maybe i should have held onto those blushed cheeks and crinkled eyes as he thanked me for the coffee that he didn’t even know he needed, for a just a little bit longer.

you know how a child will open a new toy on christmas and it quickly becomes their new favorite toy? playing with it non-stop, taking it wherever they go. until one day, they grow bored of it and never touch it again as it grows dusty at the bottom of their toy bin.

i know izuku wasn’t doing it on purpose, he didn’t have an intentionally mean bone in his body. i guess you could say, some other toys came around and took his attention away.

and that toy, was a particularly difficult mission in collaboration with uravity’s agency.

the two spent long hours cooped in his office as they went over notes, plans, intel, etc. until the conversation melted into talk about the old days and the wonderful memories they had together in high school.

i went to work the following days with absolutely no energy to handle whatever would be thrown at me. i hadn’t been able to get much sleep, as when i closed my eyes the only thing i could see was the look in his eyes when he saw her.

my patience was already thin given the events of the most recent week, but when the printer started malfunctioning leaving me unable to fax the papers izuku wanted me send, you could say that was the first domino.

i swatted and kicked and pressed any button on the stupid machine. telling myself i was merely trying to get to stupid thing to work, but deep down i knew that the printer was just my temporary punching bag. an outlet to unleash my anger and emotions onto something instead of letting them fester inside me.

so when one of izuku’s sidekicks came by, giving a snarky comment about my behavior, i was able to brush it off with a roll of my eyes and an equally snippy comment back.

but as the hunk of plastic remained steady in its plan to ruin my day, the lack of sleep and lingering resentment started to bubble within me once more.

i heard footsteps behind me and a joking voice say, “having a bit of trouble are we?”

if it weren’t for the white hot anger buzzing in my ears i may have been able to identify the voice before i lashed out on them. but we already established this was not my day.

so as my hands moved to clutch the machine below me, most likely to restrain my abuse to merely verbal instead of physical. i spit out, “listen i’m fucking trying okay? so how about you get off my ass and do something useful.”

i turned around to face who i thought would be another sidekick sent to push my buttons. but i instead came face-to-face with the green haired man himself.

eyes blown wide, mouth agape in shock, a light blush dusted under his freckles as he fought to handle the situation the best way he could.

but i beat him to it with a deep bow and an endless flow of apologies, opting to only blame my anger on the malfunctioning piece of junk behind me and not the several other reasons i was plotting murder in my head.

with a gentle smile and a soft chuckle he placed his hand to the back of his head, rubbing at the baby jade hairs of his undercut. “i see. bad days happen to the best of us.” he replied, his voice like honey.

i became drunk on the minor interaction he was giving me, bringing me back to the beginning days at this job where we would spend late nights trying to keep each other awake under the only singular yellow light as we finished paperwork. or where sometimes he’d invite me to spend lunch with him as he felt he’d enjoy the company.

i got lost in the intricacies of his face as he tampered with the printer. thin eyebrows furrowed in concentration, bottom lip captured between his thick scarred fingers as he muttered to himself.

i fell in a trance, locked on the slope of his button nose, his gemstone eyes, and chubby caramel cheeks dusted in freckles.

he looked essentially like the same boy i saw on the screen all those years ago, yet matured and hardened by the realities of life.

i wanted nothing more than to reach out and protect him any way my small quirkless body could. to be there for him the same way he was for everyone else.

he eventually got the printer to work with a boyish smile on his face as he told me that despite the good roughing up i gave the machine, he was able to locate and handle the issue. “next time, skip the punching and come find me, yeah? i’ll help with any problems you face.” he joked as he made his way into his office to resume his work.

i didn’t know it was possible to fall harder for that man, but he proved with every day of his existence that the impossible didn’t apply to him.

i was finally able to get some sleep the next few nights as my eyelids filled with the blush on his cheekbones and his gaze of concentration.

but my trip to cloud 9 didn’t last very long as the occasional meeting with uraraka became trips to her agency, and occasional meetings in civilian clothes to civilian places, like coffee shops and corner stores.

to anyone else, those would read as dates. to me, they read as dates. but izuku assured the gossiping sidekicks that it was strictly professional ~ nothing more, nothing less.

i knew that i would end up with more fits of restlessness and sleepless nights as i pictured the two of them laughing over a cup of coffee. so i sought out a replacement.

a moment. a look. a sentence.

anything directed at me that would choke out the ugly thoughts and images my brain would show me of the two of them together.

so that afternoon as i brought him his lunch, i placed the box safely onto the table beside him as he continued skimming through the papers littered across the desk.

he muttered a small ‘thank you’ but it wasn’t enough. as my hand moved to place his drink that i held in my other hand next to his food, a different idea popped in my head.

my hand moved faster than my brain could register what it had just planned to do. squeezing just enough for the lid to pop off and slip from my fingers to tumble into his lap.

as soon as the liquid and ice hit his lap he flew up from his seat and away from his desk.

my hands flew up to my mouth as a string of apologies fell from my lips. eyes watering in guilt as they moved around the room trying to locate something to soak up the mess with.

“i am so sorry, my fingers slipped and before i knew it i had lost control of the cup. i-i can’t tell you how sorry i am.” i rambled as i took my blazer off to wipe at the wet stains starting to form at the bottom of his teal suit.

“hey, hey, hey.” he said softly, taking my tinier hands into his large and battered ones. warmth enveloped my clutched sticky hands as he gently urged me to stand from my crouching position in front of him.

“it was an accident. no harm, no foul.” he said with a soft smile.

i should feel bad, as it wasn’t entirely an accident. but the warm and gentle look in his eyes made what little guilt i felt crumble away.

his thumbs rubbing soft circles to my skin as he worked to get the tears to stop streaming from my eyes was enough to get me to sleep like a baby for a good 2 weeks.

until it became a cycle. he would spend too much time around uraraka, and then i would do something all in the name of garnering his attention back on me.

was it wrong of me to do, to take advantage of his kindness? to take advantage of the fact that he was naive to my true intentions? maybe.

but i felt i deserved it. i felt i deserved to be looked at the same way he looked at her.

i wasn’t any different than she was. with the way she used her big brown eyes to pull him in. or the way her cute behavior made him blush. or the way her sweet way of talking made him laugh.

i can’t be her, or compare to her. so i found my own way around it. and no one could fault me for doing so. they just couldn’t.

at the end of the mission, uravity decided to throw a party in celebration of their win. a nice formal gathering, with everyone she had involved.

when izuku pulled me aside one late night to tell me that he was extending the invitation to me felt akin to a marriage proposal.

i wasn’t involved much in the case, merely being used as the one who provided them their lunch on their long meeting days. or filing and organizing the paperwork and notes that they would compile. i wasn’t out in the field, breaking bones like izuku or saving lives like uraraka.

i didn’t deserve to go, but i didn’t care. izuku had invited me personally and damn it, i was gonna be there.

yet, i shouldn’t have gone.

i shouldn’t have spent the hours on my makeup. i shouldn’t have enlisted the help of my best friend to do my hair as i gushed about how izuku had personally invited me, how he was the most perfect man ever, and how i was undoubtedly in love with him.

i shouldn’t have spent the week leading up to the event going from shop to shop trying to find the prettiest dress that was just the exact color of his eyes. i shouldn’t have spent about half my paycheck on said dress when i found it.

i shouldn’t have decided to face my fears and step out of my comfort zone to join a group of heroes that i knew were old classmates of izuku’s as they whispered about something that clearly was a raving topic.

because then i wouldn’t have heard how izuku was planning on confessing to uraraka. i wouldn’t have heard how this mission caused old high school feelings to rekindle. i should have known my place.

and that was far away from here, from the hero scene. i should have grown up to be an accountant or a chef.

when my father took me to get that checkup when i was 5, to confirm that there truly resides no quirk inside me.

i should have left it at that.

when i was riding my bike that day as a first year and i saw the group of boys huddled around a screen as they tuned into the u-a sports festival, i should have kept riding.

as maybe it would have saved me a lot of pain.

i backed away slowly, heels tapping against the tile floor as i hurried out of the building.

i didn’t realize how suffocated i felt until the chilly autumn hair brushed my face and into my lungs.

my whole body felt hot, i felt numb. i stumbled onto the sidewalk as i looked into the dark azure sky glittered with stars.

the tears finally spilled from my eyes as the stars muddled together into a messy blur. my stomach swirled and tensed as pit of nausea sunk in my stomach.

my chest heaved as it tried to process the crisp cold air into oxygen, but my throat was too tight to let much in.

i gasped and sobbed as my back hit the brick behind me, my legs wobbling unable to carry my weight much longer.

i slid into a crouched position as my tears mixed with the black of my mascara. streaming in pools down my cheeks, neck, and chest.

in the midst of my sobbing and heaving, i called my friend who was still at my apartment awaiting details of that night when i came home.

knowing it was far too early for me to be calling her she picked up the phone with confusion. it didn’t take much words from me, not like i gave her much, to convince her that she needed to come pick me up.

as she hung up the phone, my hand slipped from my ear, falling limp to my side as i placed my head into my other arm resting atop my knees.

this was inevitable and i knew it. no matter how many ways i was able to manipulate a sweet glance from him, it didn’t mean anything.

izuku was nice to everybody. sweet to everyone. kind to anyone.

but with her, it was different. he treated her that way, not because he had to, but because he wanted to.

they had years of memories, of laughs. they were perfect for each other, both smart, and kind, and always looking to help others. never acting selfishly or for personal gain.

they shared soft touches like they did old stories. they looked at each other with the same respect and admiration.

i was wrong. uraraka and i are nothing alike. she didn’t have to beg izuku to look at her like she hung the moon, he did so without asking.

unbeknownst to me, as i was manipulating izuku into these fabricated moments of gentle gazes and kind words, i was manipulating myself.

lying to the deepest parts of me that knew that this wasn’t real. that i wasn’t her. that he didn’t think of us the same way.

to him, uraraka is an old friend, who views the world the same way he does, who shares his same passions, who built her quirk to do some good within this world.

to him, i was a coffee-getter, the girl who knew his lunch orders like the back of her hand, the girl who filed his papers. the quirkless little fangirl who practically begged him to give her a job under him.

i heard the metal door open and snap shut announcing that someone was now outside with me. however, i just assumed it was a party-goer stepping outside for a smoke or a phone call so i didn’t bother to look up.

i also wasn’t in the mood for if the person happened to be a drunk girl who was ready to become my therapist as she saw me crouched on the sidewalk wishing to become one with the cement and simply cease to exist.

“there you are, i was wondering where you went?”

i would have taken the amateur therapist over this.

the voice belonged to izuku, dripping with sugar and default kindness.

if i could become one with the bricks just a little bit faster that would be great.

“hey, are you alright?” his tone became worried but i still didn’t dare to look up from my arms.

“do you feel sick? did something happen? do i need to take you home?” there he goes, into hero mode. ready to drop anything to help anyone facing the slightest of inconveniences.

“please just leave me alone.” i mumbled, throat tight and voice wavering as i try to hold the tears that still remain to fall.

“what did you say? i didn’t quite hear you.” he said softly, gently setting his large hands onto my exposed shoulder.

they should feel like welcoming warmth, but instead they felt blistering hot as i shoved them away as quickly as i could.

“i said leave me alone.” i said, slightly louder as i no longer was stuffed in my arms and knees.

he immediately saw the mess my face was in, i could tell by the way he quickly reverted fully into deku.

“hey, what’s wrong? whatever it is, i can help. didn’t i say you could come to me whenever you ne-“

“oh my god just stop! i can’t take it anymore.” i snapped, finally able to look him in the face.

but not for long as i saw the same look on his complexion as the first time i snapped at him.

“you’re too fucking nice. leaving you vulnerable for people to take advantage of you. giving them a reason to be selfish.”

“i dont-“ he tried to start but i cut him off.

“i don’t need a hero, izuku. there are people you just can’t save.”

as he worked to wrap his head around what was happening, my friend pulled up in my getaway car.

i bent down and grabbed my purse, but before i could fully escape this night, izuku grabbed my wrist causing me to stare into his eyes.

now lit aflame with desperation, “please just tell me what’s wrong. let me help you.” he encouraged softly.

but i wasn’t going to fall for it, not again.

i wasn’t gonna be played for the fool as i took the soft look in his eyes for anything but the gaze of a hero hoping to add another save to their statistics.

“god you never know when to quit!” i yelled as i yanked my wrist back. “and i hate that i-“

loved that about you?

no, love that about you.

i shook my head, thankful that for once my brain caught my actions before i spilled and made a mess again.

i walked quickly to the car, opening the passenger door almost as fast in hopes that within its metal sanctuary i could finally escape this hell.

“y/n- i-“

“mr. midoriya.” i just about whispered, my energy long since drained.

he laughed gently and i cursed the way my heart squeezed a little at the sound.

still head over heels for the angelic sound.

“you haven’t called me that in a long-“

“i quit.”

“w-what?” he muttered in disbelief.

i wouldn’t believe it either, not after the way i came to him nearly 4 years ago saying i would even be willing to clean toilets if he asked me to, so long as i got to work for him.

“i quit.” i repeated.

“you don’t mean that.”

he’s right i didn’t, not really.

hot tears started to dribble as my lower lip puckered in a sour quiver.

“no i do, sir.” i shook. “i will send someone to collect my things on monday.”

and with that i closed the door.

“drive.” i whispered to my friend who after a moment of looking at me, trying to read me, silently put the car into drive and started forward.

leaving izuku behind to stumble after the car, mouth muttering, trying to form any sort of sentence or sense.

but i couldn’t see him, knowing not to look at the mirrors situated on the side of the vehicle.

for they too are liars, as objects in the mirror are farther than they appear.

*** my little blue bitch working overtime

🧼 also mayhaps “soap” by melanie martinez fits this story… unintentionally ~ but if i’m wrong it’s cuz i haven’t listened to it in a while

[faulty-writes]

Headcanons - ( Omegaverse AU: Scenting ) 

So, I’m in this mostly wonderful ABO server and it’s pretty enjoyable. I’m in need of some headcanon material so I figured I’d make some cute reader insert headcanons about some of the boys scenting their lover. So enjoy. 

You had met Katsuki at the entrance exams, and from the start, he was possessive of you. In fact, when he first saw you, he stomped over and grabbed your hand, “And just who the hell are you!?” he snapped which caught you off guard, though you noticed he had just finished screaming at a green-haired boy. You opened your mouth to answer but instead, a gasp escaped you when he roughly grabbed you by your shirt collar and proceeded to nuzzle your head. His scent transferring onto you, “Well, doesn’t fucking matter now...does it? Dumbass.” he said before walking away. Needless to say, you were confused.

From then on, he continued to scent you over and over again. One day you were speaking to Izuku, the two of you happened to be having a fun conversation about quirks before Katsuki interrupted. Crossing his arms over his chest, he sent a glare toward Izuku before growling. He then turned to you. “What are you doing with the damn nerd!?” he demanded as he bared his sharp teeth which caused you to take a step back. “I was...” you tried to answer before Katsuki grabbed you and pressed his head against yours. “You’re mine, damn it.” he snarled before yet again scenting you.

A growl admitted from his throat as he narrowed his eyes on you. Another’s scent lingered from you and damn did he hate it. “What damn extra thinks they’re fucking brave enough to scent you!?” he snapped and you shook your head. “They didn’t, scents just-” you stopped when you felt his hands on your shoulders. He leaned close and slowly pressed his lips against yours before resting your foreheads together. “Those damn extras can fuck off, I’ll just have to scent you so damn good. They won’t even think about doing so much as look at you because they’ll know who your ass belongs to,” he said with a threatening smile.

His arms tightened around you as you laid on top of him, happily purring away. You were lucky that you had a mate like Touya, granted you knew he was a villain and you a former hero. But somehow or another you fell in love and you couldn’t be happier. “Touya?” you questioned as you looked up at him, he returned your stare. “Yeah?” he replied before you leaned close, “You love me, right?” you questioned which caused him to raise his eyebrow. He then reached up, placing a scarred hand on top of your head before he leaned close and nuzzled his head against yours. “Always.” he stated.

He wasn’t sure what he hated more, heroes or the fact their scent lingered from you. It made his blood boil, “What hero bastard decided to scent you?” he growled, his hands lingering with smoke. His emotions threatening to make his quirk ignite. You opened your mouth to answer but another growl escaped Touya. “Doesn’t matter, come here,” he snapped as he pulled you close and pressed one hand to the back of your head. He looked down at you before he proceeded to lean forward and nuzzle you. “Those bastards will stay away from you when they catch my scent on you,” he mumbled and you sighed, feeling a tad guilty for causing him such frustration.

You reached up to wipe the tears from your eyes as you stared at Touya and the wound he had received. Another battle gone wrong with a so-called hero, the bleeding had stopped but you were still worried. “Touya...” you whispered as you reached out to take his hand and he slowly turned to look at you which only increased your worry. He looked so tired, “I’m...fine,” he said but you knew he was lying. “But-” his weak growl interrupted you and he reached up, loosely fisting his hand into your hair. “Even if those...bastard heroes did this or manage to kill me one day,” he chuckled and pulled you forward, “My scent...will keep you safe until you disappear from their sight,” he weakly smiled and much like the many times before, gently nuzzled you.

Getting the chance to work at the number two hero’s agency was like a dream come true. Of course, Keigo himself was a little less dreamy. “Hey there, lucky little wannabe hero. Glad you’re here,” were the first words he spoke to you, followed by that gloved hand ruffling your hair. “Just remember to follow behind yours truly and you should be fine. Oh, and one more thing,” you looked at him with a questionable expression before he leaned down and a squeak escaped you as he rubbed his head against yours. “There, now people will know you’re associated with my agency. Don’t worry sweet cheeks, we can celebrate that later,” he said with a playful wink before walking away, leaving you with a burning red face.

Heroes face many dangers and while it wasn’t normal for Keigo to show any weakness or concern. He took to the skies and glanced over the broken landscape resulted from a nasty villain fight. His eyes frantically searching for any sight of you. He felt a rush of relief fill him when he finally spotted you in an alleyway and landed. “Fuck, you’re gonna give me a heart attack there,” he said as he walked up to you and pulled you close. Such an action caught you off guard and you shivered when he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Do me a favor and stick close to me next time,” he said before he proceeded to nuzzle you, despite fighting the urge to bury you in his scent.

Keigo wasn’t someone who caught feelings for another easily, hell feeling like you needed someone in your life wasn’t exactly something he was used to. But damn, did it show when you told him someone else had offered you a position at their agency. Goddamn, he was mad and could hardly suppress the growl that rumbled in his throat. He rose from his desk and loomed over you, “Wow and here I thought we had something special. You’re breaking my heart, kid or rather what remains of this poor bastard’s heart. But, doesn’t matter,” he said casually which caused you to raise your eyebrow. He walked around the desk, his eyes locked on you. “You’re mine you know and just a friendly reminder. You belong to this agency and you have my scent on you but in case you need a refreshment,” he closed the distance between you and grabbed your shirt collar before nuzzling you in an impatient manner, working his head roughly against yours. Maybe he’d drown you after all.

[kenmaskitten10]

The Little Things

Midoriya Izuku x GN!Reader

warnings: fluff, self indulgent writing, not proofread

a/n: I haven't written in a while and this was just a little exercise to warm up to it again. It isn't my best work by any means, I'm super rusty and honestly I don't like how this turned out but it did get some creative juices flowing so it served it's purpose I guess. Izuku is my fav so I always like writing about him lol.

w/c: 1,185

His eyes always followed you. Your presence was intoxicating to him, and he found himself entirely drawn to you, pulled by invisible strings. He watched, while you walked down the hallway, hips swishing; he watched, while you both trained outside, wiping sweat from your brow; he watched, while you bit your lip in class, focusing intently on the paper in front of you. Your mannerisms fascinated him, and he found that you were his favorite person to study. Every time you used your quirk in a new way, something he hadn’t seen before, he would jot it down before he could forget, smiling to himself because he thought you were so brilliant.

It didn’t take you long to notice. It was hard to ignore, his vivd green eyes trained to your figure. It wasn’t long before you started meeting his gaze. He would always turn varying shades of red, turn to look at something else, pretending to be occupied.

Until he didn’t, eyes burning into yours and yours burning right back. Suddenly his little game gained another player, and he loved it. The unspoken intimacy set his heart racing and he wanted to do more than look - he wanted you, all of you, close enough to breathe in your honeyed scent and trace his fingers along your collarbone… and you wanted it too, but for now, both of you too preoccupied with insecurity and hesitation, he kept his distance, and you kept yours. Every interaction was friendly, light, unassuming, but he knew in his gut that your little dance wouldn’t last forever.

It was subtle, at first. You slid past him in class, your fingertips brushing the edge of his sleeve. He almost thought he’d imagined it, but the way you glanced back at him and smiled softly told him otherwise. He returned your little gesture the next day, holding the door open for you and grazing your shoulder as he followed you into the building, skirting past you to wave hello to Todoroki. But he snuck a little peek at your face and held your gaze a moment too long.

Your little touches progressed, becoming more intentional. Brushing fingertips when he lent you a pencil, gripping his wrist to show him some new merch you thought he might like, poking his cheek to get his attention. He grew flustered every time, momentarily losing focus each time your hands were on him. He loved and hated the effect you had on him, and each lingering touch burned in his mind for minutes, hours, days afterwards. He found himself doing the same thing back to you, no longer a game for him, but a necessity. Being around you, close to you, the need filled his lungs and veins and dictated his actions.

Eventually, it became obvious to those around you. Todoroki soon noticed how he was by your side more than anyone else’s. Ochako caught every lingering look and sneaky glance. It was obvious, with the way you teasingly tousled his hair, or tucked his tag into his shirt when it stuck out. More obvious still, the way he picked fallen eyelashes from your cheeks and held them out for you to make a wish, or placed his hand on your back when you walked through a crowded place, never wanting to lose sight of you. The way you bounded over to his desk every morning with a beaming smile, or the way Mina found you both listening to a playlist with one shared pair of earbuds in the common room, talking softly and so focused on each other you didn’t even notice her. You seemed intertwined, and the closer you got, the more he longed for you. Every touch was too brief, too soft. He wanted more, for the distance between you to close until there wasn’t any left. And you wanted it too, the butterflies in your stomach reminding you each and every time you felt his eyes on you.

He knew he wanted to kiss you more than anything in the world. Your sweet, soft lips caught his attention every time, and he couldn’t stop himself from tracing them with his eyes, wanting to feel them against his own. And his confidence soared when your glimmering eyes trailed lower than his eye line one evening walking back to the dorms, and your fingers brushed against his so briefly he thought he imagined it. You glanced at him shyly, and he felt a swell in his chest. He tried to say your name but it died in his throat, his mouth suddenly dry. You looked down at your hands swinging in tandem as he avoided your gaze with intent, smiled, and linked your pinkies together, then laughed as his face turned five different shades of red. He groaned and pulled his hand away to cover his face, cursing himself. His pinky still burned at the tender contact, but when he snuck a glance at your face, he felt his shame and nerves dissolve, replaced by something else. The way the setting sun his your features, he thought he’d never seen anything more incredible, and suddenly every small touch, every shared smile, every lingering glance, felt like fate, leading him to this moment.

“Y/n,” he murmured, stopping in place. You turned to look at him and smiled again, sealing his resolve.

“Yeah?” You asked, tilting your head. “Why’d you stop?” Instead of answering, he stepped closer to you, enough that his breath fanned over your face. “Midoriya-“ his hand reached to cup your face, his thumb brushing your cheek and tilting your head towards him.

“Izuku,” he corrected, and your heart skipped a beat. You felt your cheeks burn, so his next statement caught you by surprise. “Can I?” His voice was low, barely above a whisper. You didn’t have to ask what he meant. You’d thought about this moment a thousand times, and now that it was here, your body reacted before your mind even had the chance, nodding and leaning forward so that your noses practically brushed against each other. He closed the distance for you, until your lips finally touched.

Something as simple as a kiss, and yet it felt as though your life shifted in this moment. Something so simple that it could only be described as natural, instinctual, thoughtless. Such a small action, and yet you knew that things would never be the same. He kissed you tentatively at first, but you both grew more confident in the kiss, and your arms reached up to wrap around his neck, fingers winding themselves in his hair. It wasn’t until you were practically gasping that you pulled away, only for him to follow you, wanting more, more, more. He’d waited so long, to touch you, to taste you, he never wanted it to stop.

“Izuku,” you breathed, and he touched his forehead to yours, his other hand finding your waist.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he said. You smiled and tugged on a curl lightly.

“Me too.” He pulled away from you and held out his hand wordlessly, his gaze intensely focused on you. You looked down, smiled, and took his scarred hand into your own.

[dynyamight]

Fanfic idea: bkdk written through the perspective of an incel that has a crush on izuku

Bakugou groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “The fuck you want, Round Cheeks?”

Looking up from his seat, he watches her stand in front of him, rolling her eyes. “Homework.”

Bakugou grimaces. She sucks at showing him respect. “What about it?”

“I’m in charge of collecting it this morning.”

“Pfft, I ain’t fucking passing it over to you.”

She narrows her eyes at him. “I wasn’t asking.”

“Well, good.” Bakugou stretches out his feet on his desk. He reaches his arms over his head, before resting on them comfortably. “Sounds like you were. Fucking move on, then.”

She stands there for a moment, unbudging. It irks Bakugou, leaving a disgusting fury in his chest. The fuck? He told this bitch to move, and she swears she’s making history, just from standing on her two feet.

News flash, Round Cheeks; everyone does that.

He can’t believe a female of society thinks she could even handle passing his hard earned work over to Aizawa, let alone paper. Her small brain would probably get his shit crumbled and wrinkled.

God, women never fail to annoy him. He bets she prays she could bag someone like him.

Graciously, Round Cheeks walks off, her inferiority finally leaving him and superiority at peace.

Pride swells in his mind, calming the frustrations he initially had billowing inside. Unlike these other beta-like boys in his class, these girls listen to his every word.

Hell, call him a dual-quirk user. Explosions and being a real man. Extras, take fucking notes.

Though, his brief period of tranquility is suddenly interrupted by a hesitant tap on his shoulder.

He turns around, ready to tell off the damn extra bothering him. But, instead, all the words get caught in his throat, as he’s greeted by those doey-eyes of green.

“Hey, Kacchan.” Midoriya softly says, standing right beside him.

It takes a second to register the words directed at him. Bakugou coughs, hoping to cover his sudden delay. “Deku.” He acknowledges.

With a small smile, he points over to Bakugou’s book bag, resting against his desk. “You want me to turn in your homework? Class is about to start soon.”

Bakugou raises a brow. He feels the corners of his lips turn up. “Hah? You want to gather my shit?”

Shrugging, Midoriya offers back a smile. “Yeah, why not.” He holds up his own stapled paperwork in his other hand, waving it. “I was about to turn mine in, anyways.”

Bakugou’s heart beats in his ears.

Shut it, feelings.

He squashes his inner thoughts with the click of his tongue. “Tch, might as well.” Bakugou digs into his book bag.

As he bends down in his seat, lifting out his homework from inside his book bag, Bakugou hears Midoriya awkwardly laugh. “Y-You should be more open to the girls, you know.”

Bakugou ceases his movements. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

When he looks back up, Midoriya’s smile has now turned wobbly and broken. “No, I was just saying!” He beckons, fervently shaking his head, “Like, you could, I don’t know, let Ochako take your homework, instead.”

“Fuck no.” Bakugou spats, “I won’t ever trust that damn Becky with anything of mine.” She could switch his answers, and fail him. All women want to see men fall to their demise.

Midoriya blinks. “B-Becky? Her name is Ochako.”

“God, you’re such a white knight.” Bakugou mutters, “Round Cheeks. Becky. Does it even matter? She should just be glad I even let her talk to me.”

“I-i don’t think anyone would be glad, over that.” Midoriya offers weakly.

“Then, they’re fucking greedy, if they want anything more.” Bakugou growls, handing out his homework towards Midoriya. “I can hate women, but they can’t ever hate me. Simple is that.”

Midoriya grabs onto his homework, with their fingers brushing slightly against each other. “That kinda doesn’t make sense, Kacchan.”

Bakugou doesn’t say anything, only grunting. He can’t help, but stare at his fingers. They have a tingling sensation, warm from where Midoriya’s fingers had lingered.

He blinks out of his daze, once he notices Midoriya giving him a small wave. “Okay, well, I’ll see around. Thanks!”

Turning away, Bakugou settles back into his outstretched position on his seat. “Yeah, whatever.” He states, “Just be careful with my shit.”

"Of course I will.” Midoriya promises, before he pads away.

And, yeah, it bothers him that instead of walking to the front of the classroom, Midoriya walks to the back. It doesn’t take long before Bakugou registers Round Cheeks’ hushed whispers, thanking Midoriya for his “assistance”.

It’s not like he can expect Midoriya’s simping behavior to disappear in a day. But, fucking hell, he needs to quit that dumb, omega-like attitude. His kindness will definitely be controlled by the females in their class. And, the damn nerd, doesn’t even realize it.

But, for now, Bakugou will just tolerate it. Midoriya’s bound to date him, sooner or later.

And, when he does, Bakugou could then teach him the ways of the incel.

[saffronwritings]

C L U M S Y | I I D A

Never meant to make you fall with me. I let you down - I've been clumsy with your heart again. I guess you figured me out. Now here's a taste of my own medicine. And for all this pain, that I can't explain, there's a black flag wavin' tonight.

I I D A | P a r t  T w o 

[Part One] [Part Three]

C L U M Y  M A S T E R L I S T

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: i actually did not expect to enjoy writing Iida as much as i did. But it resulted in me writing the second part very quickly LOL. I got such good ideas while I was brainstorming with a friend of mine. Here it be. :) 

Following the rules is all he knew how to do, until he met you.

               To say you were a tad bit disappointed when Iida never showed back up at your dorm to check up on you was a bit of an understatement. You had felt better the next morning after taking the time to rest and take the medicine Recovery Girl had given you. However, even though you were feeling better you didn’t know if you wanted to face the class after the day you had yesterday. Would you be able to face Iida without blushing your brains out? You doubt he had said anything to his other classmates in fear of his reputation as the class rep. Iida wasn’t one for secrets, but you knew he kept a lot of things to himself.

               With a defeated sigh, you decided to get ready slowly for homeroom. You were sure your tie was crooked and that your blazer was not ironed, however, everyone should just be thankful for you showing up. While you felt better you didn’t feel back at 100%, with a bit of a lingering headache to follow your morning routine. Sighing and dragging yourself out of your dorm room, you avoided the obnoxious voice that was Kaminari to keep your migraine at bay. “Look who’s deciding to show up to class today.” Sero announced, making you roll your eyes and give him the middle finger. Although your actions had caused a disgruntled class rep to clear his throat.

               You two made eye contact and quickly you put the finger you were practically shoving in Sero’s face away. “Sorry.” You muttered and headed out towards the main campus. While you knew you should probably have shown up to homeroom early to get the work you missed from Aizawa, you instead decided to go over to get medicine from the Recovery Girl. Sadly, she kept you a lot longer than she should have - taking your temperature, giving you headache medicine, and trying vigorously to give you an icepack to take with you to class. She sent you off with a pack of ice and a late note to give Aizawa.

               When you showed up for class, all eyes were on you. “Ms. Y/L/N! You are late for class again!” You heard Iida say, which almost made you giggle. However, you decided to keep a straight face. You decided not to look at the sea of eyes staring at you and handed the note to Aizawa. “Glad you decided to show.” He stated in an annoyed tone. You turned towards your desk and rolled your eyes at Aizawa’s comment. Before you sat down, you caught the gaze of the stern class rep. “Sorry.” He mouthed, nodding towards Aizawa. Obviously apologizing for yelling out to the class that you were late. You shrugged your shoulders and sat down.

               The medicine was making you extremely drowsy, though you tried to push through at least until homeroom was over. Aizawa was too keen on your antics of trying to skip class that he rarely let you leave the classroom. Present Mic on the other hand was more than easily fooled by your constant skipping. Either that or he was just used to them by now. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, Y/N.” Ochako exclaimed, coming up behind you after class. “I’m still feeling pretty crappy but not as bad as yesterday.” You admitted silently cursing for Ochako walking with you because that gave you less of a chance to sneak off.

               “Iida seemed worried about you enough to be late to class yesterday. Which is surprising coming from him. He usually rarely breaks the rules. You must have been really sick.” She continued, saying her comment as if it weren’t a big deal. You tried to fight the blush that was coming onto your face. “Yeah, I was in pretty rough shape yesterday.” You whispered, trying to get him out of your head. “I’ll meet you in our next class Ochako, I got to get something from my locker.” You lied, immediately dashing away from your fellow student.

               When Iida arrived at his next class, he was half expecting you to be in your seat already. Well, he had hoped. Even though he was trying to avoid you, he still felt drawn to you. Yet, he was still upset that you were not in your assigned seat. Present Mic was setting up the board for whatever they were going to be learning that day. As the clock ticked closer to the start of the class, he became more and more frustrated. Ojiro and Shoji were the last two to arrive in class before the bell rung.

As Present Mic was taking attendance, he checked your seat and just shook his head. “I’m assuming Y/L/N is not coming to class today was well?” He asked in a defeated voice. “She was in homeroom class, and mentioned she needed to grab something from her locker.” Ochako pointed out, making Iida roll his eyes. Of course, you were going to be late to yet another class. Iida thought to himself, shaking his head and pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. As time in class had passed and he still recognized your absence, he decided he was going to go looking for you.

After asking Present Mic permission to go to the bathroom, he had set off towards the school rooftop. You may have been avoiding class, but you were very predictable in the places you liked to escape to. Behind the second-floor stairwell, the janitors closet on the first floor, the mostly empty classroom up on the third year’s floor. He knew all your little hiding spots around UA, but never had the heart to actually report you to Aizawa or any of his other teacher’s. When he reached the roof access and quietly opened the door, he saw you laying on the ground with your eyes closed. If you hadn’t looked so peaceful, he might have considered yelling at you.

However, the pure look of being serene made his heart flutter. It might have been because he had seen you sleep before but something about your resting presence just seemed so comforting and inviting. He quietly walked over to where you were and sat down next to you. Relaxing his mind, he even made the bold move to lay down and stare at the clouds. “You know, Present Mic is going to get used to all of your rule breaking shenanigans.” Iida stated in a calm voice. “I know, I feel bad that I use his class to ditch but sometimes I just need the fresh air. In between classes doesn’t give me enough time sometimes.” You answered almost immediately.

This shocked him because he was almost positive you were asleep. The silence continued as Iida watched the clouds and enjoyed the breeze that was blowing across their faces. “Why don’t you just…follow the rules like the rest of the class, Y/L/N?” Breaking the silence, Iida asked the question that had been plaguing him for months. Even his most troublesome classmates like Mina and Kirishima didn’t cause him as much strife as you did by skipping your classes. “Maybe it’s because it is the only way I know how to get your attention.” You dared to admit a loud. Almost instantly Iida got flustered and a blush spread from his neck to his face.

You almost immediately started to regret saying out loud your true intentions of slacking off in your academic career. You didn’t want to peep and see the expression on his face incase it was one that you didn’t want to see. “There are better ways to get my attention, but that doesn’t really seem to matter now because you already have it.” He expressed softly, refusing to also look at you afraid he also had said too much. He didn’t know that those words specifically would send your heart racing instantly. A smile spread across your face as you stood up from your spot on the roof and started towards the door. “Good to know, class rep.” You mentioned before opening the door, emphasizing on the words class rep. Iida could feel the residual rise of his blush and tried very hard to shove it away.

He heard the door open again and expected you to be there. Instead, he was met face to face with Aizawa-sensei. All the color drained from his face as Aizawa had processed what he was seeing. Iida, sitting casually on the rooftop and was red in the face. It wasn’t just embarrassment from your words, but from being caught in such a position. “Well, well, well. I would say I am surprised by this but after yesterday’s little escapade, I’m not.” Aizawa started to say. Before Iida could even begin to give an explanation, Aizawa held his hand up as if he couldn’t be bothered to hear what he had to say. “I expect this kind of behavior from Kaminari or Bakugou even. Yet, here I am, extremely disappointed to see that it’s you, Tenya Iida.” Aizawa scolded, eyes looking even more tired than usual.

Iida sat in silence, taking in the scolding he probably deserved for even thinking it was a good idea to lie to Present Mic. “Now, I have every right to pull you from the hero program.” Aizawa started with a rough tone to his voice. Iida’s heart stopped by the mere thought of that happening. “However, because this isn’t the most severe thing you have done in your time here at UA, I won’t do that. You will, however, be staying after school and cleaning up my classroom. Top. To. Bottom.” Aizawa explained, staring daggers into Iida’s eyes.

“Yes sir.” He responded to his teacher, feeling all but shame rising into his throat. “I won’t catch you slacking off again, Tenya. Now, go back to class before I up the punishment.” He growled, opening the door to the roof access, and motioned for Iida to go. He quickly walked past his teacher and found himself returning to Present Mic’s classroom. While it seemed that Present Mic had not noticed his long absence, Izuku had. “You were gone for some time, Iida. Is everything okay?” Izuku had whispered to him. No, everything was not okay. He was falling for a girl who was getting him in trouble the more he was around her.

               “Yes, I am fine, Midoriya. Go back to what you were doing.” Iida quickly replied, pulling out his school supplies and frantically found where the class had left off while he was off searching for you. Izuku didn’t seem convinced, however, he did not want to push his friend into telling him something he did not want to say. Izuku was not the only one to notice the mood change of one Tenya Iida. You had made it back to Present Mic’s class before he had returned. Honestly, you didn’t think it would have taken him as long to also return to class.

               After class was over and it was time for lunch, you were going to attempt to approach Iida to ask to sit next to each other at lunch. Yet, the glare he sent your way before exiting the classroom spoke volumes. You felt like you had been punched in the gut with the look he had given you. Shaking it off, you had decided to just give Iida his distance. You knew he could get into his head about his studies and maybe for once he was just struggling with the material. In the back of your head, you knew that wasn’t it. For once, you decided that you would show up on time to the rest of your classes. Concluding that maybe he was tired of playing cat and mouse with you. Tired of trying to get you to understand his plights.

               When school was let out, you had heard him talking with Momo Yaoyorozu in the hallway about staying after school to help Aizawa with a project. Momo had always been pretty popular in the class, despite you thinking about her being a rich brat. She had done nothing in particular to make you dislike her, but there was always something about people showing off their financial status that bothered you. “I admire how you always go above and beyond for Class 1-A, Iida. You truly are an outstanding student.” You heard Momo compliment him, tone almost too friendly. You didn’t have any reason to be jealous – Iida wasn’t even yours. Yet, hearing her compliment him so calmly and confidently struck a chord with you.

               Iida was out of your league, and always had been.

                You weren’t the best student regarding both your attendance and your grades. Momo was way more popular than you were and honestly, in your own opinion, way better looking. Who were you to think that Iida had actually liked you? “I appreciate that, Yaoyorozu. I try my best to stay on top of things as Class Rep. Especially when it comes to the other students. I try to pick up where they lack to help the image of 1-A come to fruition.” He declared proudly. The color drained from your face hearing the last part of that sentence.

               Was it all a ploy? To get you to play by the rules so he wouldn’t have to constantly remind you of their classes’ image. A strange anger burned inside you as you clenched your fist and you fled back to your dorm in Heights Alliance. The following days played out the same as they usually did for you. Iida was back to focusing on his schoolwork and his group of friends while you mainly stayed secluded to yourself. You would skip class every now and then, but not enough to really irritate the class rep. The last thing you wanted was for Iida to come stomping up to you, whining about attendance and the image he so desperately wanted to portray for his classmates.

               You had kept your distance from him. It didn’t help that you kept catching him hanging out with Yaoyorozu. They were a perfect match. Two of the best students in the class being together. It didn’t hurt you any less of shatter any bit of confidence you had left. The thing that really pushed you over the edge was overhearing Momo talk to Jirou about how she thought her, and Iida looked good together. “I never really stopped to consider him as a possible date, but he really has it all together. A good family, a great goal, and even better quirk to really get him up in ranks.” Momo gushed, sighing afterwards. You hid yourself back in your dorm room after that. You stuck to studying and ignored if anyone had come to your dorm room to interact with you.  

               However, Iida noticed you also distancing yourself from him. He noticed every time you were slightly late to class, every time you skipped or just out right refused to show up and noticed how you didn’t pay attention most of the time when a teacher was giving a lecture. Surely you had to be doing this on purpose to gain his attention. You had admitted it plain as day to him on the top of the school rooftop. The annoyance he was getting from you playing this out, knowing how much it frustrated him, was rising each passing day. Especially when he kept getting looks from their teachers about your lack of care for the class. While it wasn’t directly his fault, it still fell on him when the rest of the class was slacking.

               So, when you weren’t on time on Friday for your homeroom class once again, Iida had had enough. When you entered the classroom, once again all eyes fell on you. Iida could feel the burn of Aizawa’s gaze on him upon your late entry. “Miss Y/L/N. You are once again late to homeroom. You have consecutively been late to most of your classes this week. Your behavior is unacceptable! You are making the rest of the class look foolish with your lackadaisical attitude. We expect this kind of behavior from Denki! Or even Sero for that matter! Yet, here you are, showing up once again late to homeroom!” Iida exclaimed loudly, standing up from his chair at his desk.

               The entire class went silent. You could hear a pin drop from how quiet it had gotten. The eye contact the two of you shared was intense. No one dare spoke up, even during the awkward burning silence that took place after his reprimanding. You were trying to keep yourself composed but it felt like he was personally attacking you. Tears had threatened to fall from your eyes because you were tired yourself. You stayed up all night beating yourself up about why you thought you stood a chance. You obviously didn’t. Especially with the look he was giving you right now. The anger that was burning in his eyes and directed right at you. “What do you have to say for yourself.” He demanded, challenging you to challenge him back.

               And challenge him back you did. The tears threatened to fall down your burning cheeks. How dare he yell at you in front of all your classmates. In front of your teacher. When he was the one who led you on, thinking you even stood a chance. Your eyes glanced over to Momo, and you felt your anger flare up more with her looking so impressed with him. 

             “WELL, MAYBE IF YOU DIDN’T SNEAK YOUR WAY INTO MY BED WHEN I WAS SICK AND MAKE ME FALL FOR YOU, I WOULD PROBABLY ACTUALLY CARE MORE.” You shouted. You almost enjoyed the look of shock that came from Iida’s face at your statement. Everyone’s jaws dropped at your comment and looked back from Iida to you.  If the classroom could get anymore quiet, it would. Tears had started falling down your face as you rushed out of the classroom. Sero had fallen backwards out of his chair being in absolute shock of what you said.

               “Dude seriously? Now is the time you don’t keep your balance?” Kaminari questioned him. Iida took a moment to compose himself before turning swiftly to Sero. “You told me you had it safely balanced with your tape! You need to be more responsible Sero!” He scolded him while chopping his hand in the air. The class started muttering in wonder about what you had said. “Take your seat, Iida Tenya. Everyone else quiet down. Class is starting.” Aizawa sternly said. Iida slowly slid down his seat and tried to focus on what Aizawa was saying.

               But your voice kept ringing in his ears, the sentence that plagued for the rest of the day. What had he done?

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Midoriya with number 24 (〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)

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tags: @birds-have-teeth @jamiesalad @zylith-imagines-and-fics @sapid-rose

Warning(s): nsfw, masturbating, video call sessions, toys

they get asked out and then have a facetime date - Izuku Midoriya x (fem)Reader

“Izu, what have you planned out for this cute little date?” you asked, adjusting the outfit you wore as you sat down at your table, smiling at the flushed Izuku on your laptop’s screen.

“Y-you look beautiful, y/n, as always” Izuku stammered out, rubbing the back of his neck as a small blush creeped up on his smiling cheeks.

You were wearing nothing but his hoodie and some panties, and yet he never held back on the compliments, you so very wanted to just reach through the screen and kiss him. Besides, the tight t-shirt that he had on was looking pretty delicious to you, defining all of his muscles, including his nipples.

“You look just as ravishing, Izu darling” you smiled, chuckling softly as a darker blush slowly rose up on your cheeks.

“A-anyways, for the date-“ the sounds of his phone ringing interrupted him.

“All Might! S-sorry, it’ll be quick, y/n” he said, bringing his phone to his ear and talking to his hypothetical dad, shooting you an apologetic smile.

You didn’t really have any other choice, so you waited. And waited. And waited. And then got tired of waiting, especially with how emphasized your innocent boyfriend’s muscles were as he paced around his room. You drooled at the sight of his scarred biceps flexing as he brought his hand up to the nape of his neck and how his shirt would slightly rise up to expose bits of his v-line. The same v-line that you would ride to tease him. Your boyfriend was anything but innocent, even with the cute little freckles that would jump as he let out sweet chuckles and smiles, because they would jump up when he let out wanton moans of your name too. Besides, you weren’t really innocent yourself, so he couldn’t complain with your own little interruption of the date.

Taking your laptop to your bed, you brought out the dark green dildo from your bedside table before sitting with your back against the headboard. You smirked when Izuku sat back at his desk, his green eyes freezing up and his words getting caught in his throat as you slid your panties down your legs, a small string of ecstasy following after.

You could see the way his light green eyes turned a dangerous shade darker as they seemed to fuck you in his mind, breaking you apart and exploring every inch of your divine body. He almost seemed to forget where he was as he jumped at All Might’s voice from the other end of the line. A darker blush creeped up his cheeks as he gulped and stuttered his reply back, confirming that he was ok.

The way he tried to hide his obvious need for you gave you confidence to start playing with yourself. You slowly dragged your hot fingertips up from your knees to the top of your thighs, sighing softly as you imagined it was Izuku’s calloused ones instead. You let your fingers travel up your body, closing your eyes as they reached your tits, the hoodie now resting above them as you were on full display for him.

You opened your eyes as you whimpered softly, clenching your thighs together as you pulled on one nipple and twisted the other. You watched through your lashes as Izuku’s jaw clench, his fist clenching as he watched you play with yourself and his favourite body part. You saw as he leaned forward, typing with one hand. You couldn’t help but let your eyes trail up his scarred arm, remembering how he let you ride it once. You didn’t notice your actions got more intense from your imagination as a small ‘Stop that, y/n’ popped up on the left side of the screen.

You smirked, shaking your head before typing back, ‘no. also, dont u dare turn off my camera, u better keep watching me, otherwise ill punish u like the dirty boy u r’

You saw his chest puff up as he drew in a deep breath, trying his best not to end the call right then and there as he closed his eyes to compose himself. It was hard ignoring the raging boner that strained against his trackpants, and it did not help when you were teasing your wet lips with your fingers once he opened his eyes.

He couldn’t control the way that his jaw fell down, watching your fingers as you slowly circled your clit with your thumb, arching your back as you felt the sensitivity pull at your abdomen. He watched as your pussy clenched around nothing as you exponentially increased your pace, knees bending, muscles clenching and your tits being pushed out further. But what really got to him was how your lips moved in loud moans, and how they formed syllables, he knew you were moaning out his name. He was so engrossed in the way that your body moved, as if he was there, that his long term mentor had to clear his throat loudly to gain his attention.

“Is everything alright, Midoriya Shounen?”

“Y-Yes, A-All Might!” he squeaked softly, covering his mouth and taking deep breaths as to not alert Toshinori.

You both were lucky as he decided to ignore how things didn’t seem to be fine and continued on about the assignments he had the other day. While you on the other hand, had discarded your hoodie, sitting bare on the bed as you slowly plunged one finger into your pussy. The slight discomfort at first lead to the pleasure that you always chased after as you went knuckle deep, moaning out his name. It felt like every other time when he would have your hands pinned above your head with one hand and the other catering to your needs down there.

“Ngh, Izuku~” you moaned, managing to open your eyes and look directly into his as you put another finger in. The way that his eyes held onto yours and how his fist clenched and unclenched made a fire spread in your body.

He was nearly there, you could tell. You both knew that he didn’t always need to pick up his calls, he had the right, unless if it was an emergency, but he always got ahead of himself. But the way that his body tensed up and his gaze lingered all over your body told you that he might use that right tonight.

However, it wasn’t enough for you, you wanted all of his attention right then and there, and so you moved on to bigger plans. As you fingered yourself, feeling your warm and wet walls clench around your fingers as they prodded your soft spots, you held the dildo in your other hand, bringing it close to your mouth.

The audible gasp that left his mouth gave you the first sign to continue with your teasing, now licking and sucking on the tip of the hard plastic before trailing your tongue from the base of it till the tip. You kept your eyes focused on Izuku’s, as if you were sucking his cock before sliding it into your mouth, the tip hitting your back and making you slightly gag on the cock. Tears rushed to your eyes and drool spilled out of your mouth as you kept the dildo there, moaning around it as you moved your hips around your fingers. You were such a slut for him, it made him want to do unspeakable things to you.

Despite from your throat burning up from the choking and the way that your fingers worked hastily against your bundle of nerves wasn’t enough.

You wanted to hear him cry out to you, beg for you to stop. You wanted to see him jerk off and moan out for you. You wanted him to cum over and over again for you. Unable to hold yourself back anymore, you stood up on your knees, holding the dildo directly below you. You were panting softly, spreading your juices on it with the fingers you used and without warning you sat down on it, moaning and crying softly as you felt the thickness stretch out your walls, the tip hitting your g-spot right away.

You were caught up in your own world right now, you couldn’t even concentrate on the gasping boy as you eased yourself down the length of the toy, moaning and whimpering as it filled you up so well. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine you were riding your boyfriend instead.

His eyes were glued to the screen as he couldn’t ignore the raging boner that pressed tightly against his sweatpants. Without realising it, he started bucking up against the hard surface of the table, a few whimpers leaving his mouth at the sudden pleasure he felt.

“Midoriya shounen?”

“Y-yeah?” he panted out softly, his grip so tight on his phone he thought he would break it.

He had to bite down on his lip as he willed his hips to stop, but his will wasn’t strong enough this time as he bucked up again, pressing his hard on onto the desk, the movement shaking his camera.

“Oh, Izu daddy~” you moaned, looking right into the camera as each time you went up and down on the dildo, you went deeper and your hands massaged your tits harder. The sight infront of you; Izuku’s red face panting, his arm muscles tight and taught as he bucks his hips over and over again, it stirred a welcoming and familiar presence in your abdomen.

Now leaning onto your hands, you couldn’t help the lewd expressions slip out, your eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out for him to see. All you could think of is Izuku gripping your hips and fucking you balls deep from behind. The way he would breathe down your back as his tip would twitch against your g-spot and his balls slapping your clit. You kept plunging the dildo in and out of you, the soft ridges massaging your sensitive walls as the hard tip kept hitting your soft spot. The sensation in your stomach tightening up till the point you curled your toes and clenched tightly onto the bed sheets, making a mess out of them.

You were so caught up in your own ecstasy that you only realised that you were on a video chat with Izuku when his dark voice boomed through.

“All Might, I’ll have to call you later.”

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Day Two

-| Stuck at A StandStill |-

StandStill: Chapter Three

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Foul Language, Bullying.

Komori didn't really appreciate being in second place. Out of everyone in his school he went against one of the weakest students, and yet he got second in a two person race.

That isn't something to be proud of.

And it made his blood boil to no end.

With a bubbling jealousy and a rough plan in mind, the second day of U.A would be the beginning of his call to action. Of course he had some help, another student who resented class 1-A. He was blond and had a stare that pierced daggers through anyone he looked at. He had a smile that called you an asshole and an attitude that was too envious even for Komori.

His name was Monoma, and he would help him finally break Aiko down. Once she's out of the way with a mind as malleable as clay, he'll be able to shape her into his ideal version of herself. It'll be easy, just a little bit of manipulation to do so.

Komori sauntered his way into the school. His uniform was loose and he didn't bother fixing the tie around his neck. As long as he has the components of his uniform the teachers won't bother him.

His plum eyes glanced around at the students piling into the school, each one different than the others. Some had spiraling blue hair and doe like eyes while others had fur like manes. Teeth, horns, tails and more created a mythical atmosphere while some people had mechanical parts attached to their limbs. Some people even looked normal, well as normal as someone can be in a quirk infested world.

The bat child wasn't paying attention, and his shoulder bumped into someone else. "Tsk, watch it." He growled, turning to face the kid beside him.

He was tall, about as tall as Komori minus his ears, and they both shared a pair of glasses. Though he smiled, nervously, a extended his hand in good fortune. "I'm sorry about that, I'll take better care in watching where I am going."

Komori's sharp teeth gleamed past his pink lips. "Yeah, whatever." He turned his body away and waved his wings behind his back to dismiss the other student. "Just stay out of my way."

Iida furrowed his brows and pursed his lips in a scowl. "What a... nice fellow." He whispered, watching the bat saunter further into the school. Iida pushes up his glasses and turned to his locker.

Behind him he could hear heavy breathing and the clatter of shoes. He turned and waved his hand, shutting his own locker in the process. "Hello Aiko! Are you alright?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah! I just woke up late." She brushed her curly pink bangs from her sweaty forehead.

"Late? You're early, there are fifteen minutes before the ten minute bell."

Aiko whipped her head around with a pause. "Wait, what time is it?"

Iida lifted his wrist and pulled back his sleeve. "It is five minutes past eight."

"Really?! My alarm must have been off." She lightly chuckled, it was nervous and stressed. "I'll have to fix that when I get home. Uh, how have you been, Iida?"

He smacked a hand onto his chest and happily smiled. "My day is going wonderfully so far! And you?"

Aiko blushed. "I'm doing good." She shut her locker and fixed her backpack. "I guess we should go ahead and head to class huh?"

"Of course! All the top students are early to class!" Iida grabbed Aiko's hand and dragged her to the classroom with a grin plastered onto his strong features.

The hallways were the most uncrowded Aiko has ever seen. Being so early meant most of the students hung out around the lockers, conversing about whatever came to mind. Most seemed to be second or third years, while a few were first years who wanted to know the ropes.

Iida stopped near the door, not exactly in front of it, but close enough to not raise suspicion. Though, she should have guess something was wrong with someone as meticulous as Iida.

She glanced past his broad shoulder and was greeted with a face full of leathery wings. "Oh look who it is. The twat and the slapper. Seems they don't care who gets into class 1-a."

Iida moved back a bit, kinda stumbling over Aiko in the process. "Twat? Slapper?" He furrowed his brows at the insults, wait, were they even insults?

"You heard me." Komori pushed, stretching out his large wings to size Iida up. "Twat." Plum eyes scanned the figure behind Iida, a toothy grin stretching across his lips. "And slapper."

Aiko bit her lip, now the time to grow a backbone, she thought. He can insult me as much as he wanted but insulting a friend was out of the question. 'Say something. Tell him off!'

"Are you just going to stand there, mouth open like a fish out of water?" He mused, sidestepping to face her fully. "Or are you too terrified?" He leaned down, sharp teeth only a few inches away from nipping at her nose.

"Leave her alone." Snapped Iida, placing a large hand upon the aggressors shoulder. "There is a zero tolerance for bullying at U.A."

"Tsk, like that matters." The bat shrugged off the hand with a scoff, turning his back and ruffling with wings once more. His thin tail swished behind his lanky form with a newfound vigor. As if he enjoyed the challenge despite being seemingly annoyed. "But seriously, this is what the legendary class 1-A has to offer? A kid who can run fast and some girl with a useless quirk? Where's the competition?"

"Leave us alone, Komori. If we aren't worth your time why are you wasting it?" Snapped Aiko, finally building a bit of a backbone.

Komori turned and glared, his signature grin now faltering into something of mixed surprise and malice. He didn't need words to tell her to shut her pretty little mouth.

The tension was high and the thickness of the air could only be cut through with a sharp blade. Luckily, it seemed Iida was that sharp blade. He placed a warm hand on the small of her back to support the backbone. "We'll be taking our leave." Iida's tone was sharp, strong and defensive, warning Komori to back off and leave them alone before things get too ugly.

Komori watched with a malevolent glare through his shimmering glasses. "Just needed to make sure you knew your place."

The two students of class 1-A watched the bat walk away, his figure disappearing behind the doorframe of the class over. There was a pregnant silence between Aiko and Iida as they entered their classroom.

They were the only ones so far, so they stood next to each other and soaked in the new student they met. "Aiko, May I ask you a question?"

She hummed in approval, placing her bag down and giving him her undivided attention.

"Komori... do you know him?"

"Oh, yeah. We went to the same school ever since we were kids. He... always bullied me. I'm kind of used to it by now." She gave a small chuckle and avoided eye contact. Instead she decided her sketchbook cover was far more interesting than Iida's concerned eyes. "I wouldn't worry too much about him. He's all bark no bite."

Iida has never been bullied, at least not to his face. Every once in a while in middle school, a student would talk about him behind his back. Thing like his strange body language, intelligence, or physical appearance. He never thought too much about it, only that they must be jealous of his hard work. Still, that doesn't mean it didn't hurt.

"Well, tell me if you have any problem then." His hand pointed to Aiko and a comforting smile stretched across his thin lips.

"Th-thank you. I appreciate it." She really did, it wasn't everyday someone would help her stand up to a past bully. It actually never happened, not even her past teachers did anything other than scolding Komori.

Iida sat down in his seat and awaited the start of class. She guessed the conversation was over. Though it didn't feel over, Aiko couldn't help but linger on the kindness from her classmate. His words echoed trough her head as she sketched away her future hero costume. She made a few changes from her current costume, some she actually liked, but she could do that once she goes big after school.

Once she became a hero, all of her problems would fade away to nothing. All she'll have to do is battle against her family's killer: All for One.

The door to the classroom opened, the green haired boy labeled Izuku shuffling into the room. More students entered, each one with their own gait.

Then there was the teacher, he really was a strange man. He still looked like a gruff cat of sorts with yellow goggles. The scarf around his neck hung loosely on top his slouched shoulders. In his hands was a small stack of papers, he straightened them up in the pedestal in front of the class and readied himself for the rest of the students.

Once class started, Mr. Aizawa cleated his throat and began. "Today I am going to give you the class syllabus. I would read it carefully and thoroughly, if you don't you will miss something important." He flipped to the back of one of the papers. "We will need your parent's signature and your own, as well as a class fee and other important information. Again, look over it completely. You need to turn it in by this Friday."

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Nothing too important happened, introductions, classes, teachers. Some were eccentric like the Voice Hero Present Mic, and some were... R-rated like Midnight.

Still, Aiko was giddy with excitement. She would be taught by heroes! Professional heroes! The young girl couldn't help but bounce her leg beneath her desk, tap her pencil on her sketchbook, and nibble her lip between her teeth.

She dug her hands into her backpack to fish out her binder. One section for each class, right now with different syllabuses and paperwork. She already took out her pen and signed everything, so she just had to ask Ms. Takahashi to do her part.

Aiko wasn't too focused on the door, well, until it burst open with s gust of wind. "Hahaha! Hello there!"

Everyone jumped from their seats with a newfound vigor, yelping and jumping with smiles that rivaled his own. All Might! In class 1-A! "All Might!" Even Aiko couldn't handle her excitement!

He continued to chuckle, swaying his way inside with Aizawa and shutting the door behind him. "Hello young heroes! I would introduce myself but I'm sure you already know who I am! Number one hero-" he turned to his side and flexed his muscles to the class "ALL MIGHT!!"

Out of everyone in the class, no one was as excited as Aiko. Even that kid with the freckles and green hair had nothing on the beaming smile and jumping Aiko was doing. She couldn't help it! All Might was more than her hero! He was kinda like a messiah for anyone in the Hero community! And Aiko was becoming a hero!

"This year will be an eventful one, as I have decided to help train the new generation of aspiring heroes!" He returned to standing straight and tall, towering over everyone in the room. He set his fists on his hips and continued. "I, as well as all the other teachers, will do our best to mold you into fine, young heroes! Bravery! Integrity! Compassion and hope are all necessary for someone to be the best hero they can be!”

He threw his head in a cheerful laugh, the entire class clapping from the small speech. All of them would become heroes and nothing would stop them! Aiko couldn't help the rush of excitement either!

All Might evaluates the class, each one a rising hero with promise. Finally, his eyes landed on Midoriya, and his smile grew just a bit more, yeah, he chose one good successor!

"Hurry up, All Might." Aizawa pushes, moving to his desk and tapping away on his computer.

"Right right." The number one rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry. Anyways, I have your syllabus' right here for my class. I will read most of it out, the important stuff at least, and then I'll ask you a question I would like you all to answer. So, let begin shall we?"

All Might, with his theatrical voice, wasn't the best at reading out loud. He stuttered more than any other teacher, and Aiko couldn't get past the funny tone he always wore. Imagine an over exaggerated, comedy relief character trying to read something serious. It's more entertaining than anything.

"Finally, the question I want to ask all of you is, what do you think makes a good hero?"

Iida raised his hand first, his entire body leaning up to the roof. Momo was the same, her hand stretched high above her head and even higher against all the other classmates. Though, All Might seemed to be a bit nicer to the shyer students, his first choice was a kid in the back with white and red hair, and a scar across his right heterochromia eyes.

"Go on, introduce yourself first, then answer the question."

All eyes took in the student in the back, his body shriveled and his hand slowly dipping down to his side. His face portrayed a different story, instead of being reserved and shy, there was a hint of distaste as his brows furrowed together. "My name is Todoroki Shoto, and I believe what makes a good hero is someone who protects people. Someone who doesn't hurt others needlessly, and instead helps them when they need it."

Aiko glanced back at All Might, the cryptic message seemed to make the number one hero uncomfortable. Weird.

"Of course! A good hero always puts others before themselves, and makes sure the masses are safe against villain attacks!" He moved on to the next student, the infamously pissed blond who seemed to not care at all given his posture. "And what about you?"

"Bakugou Katsuki," he introduced, springing up from his chair when he began the second part. "What makes the best hero is being on top! Winning and taking down useless villains!"

All Might stuttered. "We-well of course winning against villains is important! But winning isn't exactly what makes a hero. It is important to think of victory as a means to save as many civilians as possible." The pro hero moved on to another student, then another one, and another one, until he landed on Aiko.

She didn't even realize her hand was up, too excited to even think correctly. Her bright features dulled down, what was she going to say?! Revenge? Helping people like herself? That'd defiantly get Mr. and Mrs. Takahashi in trouble... they would hate that.

"My name is Takahashi Aiko and I think what makes a good hero is... helping people who can't help themselves. Through anything, like helping the elderly cross the street or helping someone with their homework."

All Might smiled. "That's a perfect example of what makes a good hero! Being a hero isn't always about fighting villains or saving civilians, it is also about being a good role model for the people who look up to you."

His theatrics didn't end when the bell rang, and he dashed out of the class with a strength matched by only one. Aiko was beyond excited, beyond proud! Talking in front of a class is difficult and she did it without any hiccups.

Seeing All Might, being brave, and making friends counts as a win in her book.

Iida wondered into view, his glasses falling slightly down his nose with a pleased grin. "Can you believe it?! All Might will be teaching us heroics! It's the chance of a life time!"

"Yeah!" Aiko began. "I can't believe it either! He's my hero."

"Mine too, I've always looked up to All Might. He's the world's best hero, there's no competition!" Iida finished collecting his things and waited, two more people wondering over. One was Uraraka, the cute brown haired girl with flushing cheeks. The other one was the green haired kid with cute freckles, Izuku maybe? "This is Uraraka and Izuku, we were in the same entrance exam."

Aiko gave a gentle smile. "Hi, I'm Aiko. I met Iida at my locker, his is across mine." She shrugged and stuffed her sketchbook into her back. "You guys can go ahead and get a table, I wanted to stay after class a few minutes."

"Sure!" Uraraka smiled and threw up a few thumbs up. "We'll save you a seat!"

"Sounds good." Aiko grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She waved away the small ground and looked around the busy halls, where did All Might go? From the path of talking students, her probably went in the opposite direction of the cafeteria. Would it be okay to see him?

She bit her lip, this would probably be the only time she could talk to him privately, after all he's probably really busy already. It would just be better to get what she's itching to say out of the way. Silver eyes glanced at her homeroom teacher, he was sitting at his desk, shifting through some papers with a bored expression.

He looks too busy to be bothered, so the aspiring hero trotted off into the hallways with vigor in her step. Passing through the cluttered halls, Aiko rushed through the crowds of students and past class 1-B.

Until she stumbled to the side form bumping into someone. "Sorry! Sorry!" She yelped, catching herself and grabbing the shoulders of the figure she hit. "I wasn't watching where I was going!"

The blond ran his hand through his hair, his too gleeful grin plastered onto his now visible face. "This is class 1-A? Pathetic! Can't even watch their own feet!" He cackled through his disturbing grin and held his pained chest. "Seriously?!"

The pink haired girl stumbled back, once again almost tripping on her feet. "I-I'm sorry?"

"Sorry? You don't even know how to apologize? Useless, hahaha!" He continued to imitate a hyena as another figure showed up... and smacked him across the back of the head.

"That's no way to talk to a fellow student!" The new figure chided, using her hand to swipe away the red ponytail form her shoulder. "Sorry about him, he's always been like this since we started class. Don't know why." She shyly laughed to herself. "My name's Itsuka Kendo by the way, if he ever does this again, just call me."

"S-sure?" Aiko gave a scared smile. "Uh, thanks—oh! Do you know where All Might went?"

"All Might?" Her face flashed with excitement. "Yeah! We went to the teacher's lounge over in that direction." She pointed her thumb behind her. "Anyway, I should take him to the lunchroom, ya' know?"

"Right, uh, thanks by the way... Kendo. I appreciate it." She glanced to the side, movement catching her eye.

Komori stared into her soul form behind Kendo, a snark plastered onto his features. He scoffed and walked off with his clawed hands into his pockets.

Kendo didn't notice Komori and instead smiled at Aiko's discomfort. "We honestly think he's an escapee from Tartarus or something." She giggles at her joke to try and lift the mood.

It worked. The two exchanged a little laugh. "I'll see you around I guess."

"Defiantly! See you later-?"

"Aiko, you too." Both separated their own ways, and continued their missions.

The pink haired girl ran through the halls and stopped in front of sign high on the wall. Big, bold letters told her she finally made it to the teacher's lounge. God, was she really going to go through with this?

The door opened before she could bail, a small mouse with the most adorable suit she had ever seen walked out. He had the cutest smile on his face with beady, black eyes that shimmered with momentary surprise. "Hello there!" He began, waving around a tiny paw. "How May I help you?"

She knew who this cute mouse was, and it only made her more regretful of her decision, would he be angry at her? "I-I-umm, I just-I was meaning to-uh-ask Mr. Might a question. I-I can ask another time if he is busy."

All Might jumped at her voice, quickly scurrying away from the view of the door. He wasn't in his All Might form, and if a student already figured out his secret, god that would be difficult to deal with. Still, he listened in, wondering what she might have been wanting to ask. He should go out there right? A little more time wouldn't kill him, besides he needed to be a role model right?

Taking a deep breath he inflated, fixed his suit and leaned into the doors entrance. "Hello there-er-little miss."

Her eyes shined a bit brighter, and Nezu glanced behind him with a raised brow. Toshinori grew his smile to reassure the little mouse.

"Sorry to bother you sir, I was just wondering if I could ask a question about earlier?"

He thought for a moment and remembered which class she might have been from. Oh! Right, the one he was just in. "Of course! What did you want to ask?" He fixed his posture and leaned on the door, waiting for her to continue, but she didn't right away. Instead she glanced over at Nezu nervously and fiddled with her hands.

"I'll see you at the office room, All Might." Nezu said, shuffling away with another cute wave.

The teacher and student watched him walk off before looking at each other once more. "Um, I was thinking about what you said, about what makes a hero, but would it be wrong for someone to want... revenge?"

The question took him by surprise. Revenge? Such a fickle idea split between right and wrong, would it be bad to want revenge? He didn't think so, after all an ulterior motive of him being a hero was also once revenge. "You want to be a hero for revenge? Who are you after?"

She blushed, clearly embarrassed. "It's a bit of a long story, but six years or so ago you saved me from a villain attack. My family didn't make it, but if you weren't there I'm sure more people would have died! If it wasn't for you I probably wouldn't be here, that's why I idolize you!"

"Six years ago? I'm sorry I don't remember much about villain attacks back then." He rubbed the back of his neck with a shy smile. "It's been quite a while."

Aiko shuffled on her feet. "It was a major attack in one of the rich districts, it has been rebuilt since then."

All Might thought deeply about her words, it's normal for villains to attack wealthy districts or shopping centers, either to get hostages or to steal. Her words didn't really make it easy to remember.

Then he thought about what happened six years ago, the scar along his torso tingling form a long lost memory. With that in mind, he would just base her experience after what he remembers in that fight. He couldn't forget that fight. "I think I remember, there was a lot of collateral damage, I'm sorry for your loss."

She smiled a sad smile and avoided eye contact. "Don't worry, you saved my life... and it wasn't your fault. I just want to find that villain and put him to justice for what he did, is that wrong?"

He snapped out of his thoughts, a small head of sweat dropping down his high cheekbones. "Of course it isn't, revenge can be a bad thing, but I think you are justified in wanting to find this missing villain." He shook his head to clear his mind. "You seem like such a sweet, young girl. There is no doubt in my mind you can put that villain to justice and make your family proud."

He placed a large hand on her shoulder and crouched down. Shadowed blue eyes now stared into weary silver ones. "You will be an amazing hero one day, I can tell."

"Th-Thank you, Mr. Might. Hearing that from my hero means more than you think." She glanced down at her hands, a loose nail catching her eyes, must have been from her fiddling. "Thank you, I was worried you'd think it was wrong."

"Everyone has their motives, some more selfish than others, wanting justice is on the selfless side of the spectrum." He stood up to his full height and flashed a smile. "And if it makes you feel any better, I find it admirable to want to justice."

Aiko blushed a deep crimson, did her hero seriously just call her admirable?! Is she dreaming?! No, she isn't, and the man in front of her wasn't just a made up fantasy. She was actually talking to the number one, her literal savior. "Th-Thank you! I promise to be the best hero I can be! I promise to put that man to justice and make you proud!"

With that she dashed off, her hands gripping her hair over her face to cover her blazing cheeks.

All Might chuckled, these students really seemed like a promising bunch huh?

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Prompt thing you reblogged if you're still doing it: I wish you would write a fic where Aizawa learns Izuku used to be quirkless (and maybe about One for All too)

(Most under the cut cause, uh, this got a bit longer than I thought it would.)

There are only so many incidents Shouta can dismiss as coincidence before they are no longer so.

Midoriya is intelligent. That much is fact, obvious through simple observation. The analysis he provides through the extra credit assignments is exemplary and will be a boon to the industry after the few years he has to shape him, and he’s getting better at condensing information into easier to read chunks. The rest of the class is better for it, as well.

This awareness does not extend to his own quirk.

It sits clumsily over his skin despite the years Midoriya has had to refine it into something that does not break him with it’s use. The difference between him and Bakugou is stark, more so with the fact that they went to the same middle school. With the sheer power between them, both boys should have been fairly popular and Shouta writes off the apparent rivalry to that.

At first.

It takes a week for him to notice that Midoriya doesn’t like people standing behind him and flinches away if someone goes to touch him. That, at least, is easy enough to blame on the incident at the USJ. His students are all dealing with the lingering trauma in their own ways.

But it continues far past that, until he’s still flinching at a hand he saw coming on his shoulder. It might be the lingering pain from breaking so many bones so quickly, or from when his quirk first came in, but a visit to Shuuzenji clears that up. Midoriya’s ridiculously high pain tolerance is natural and, while the breaks are likely to cause him problems as an adult, the daily training shouldn’t put him in enough pain to warrant medication.

Shouta’s first instinct once that’s clarified is to dig into the kid’s family.

What he finds there is becoming more common. Single mother working a few jobs to cover the expenses, an absentee father, and a kid left alone for longer than he should be. Unfortunately, that does not solve the mystery of his flinching. From what Yamada says after the first obligatory home visit, she adores Midoriya, and he is expressive and open around her.

Shouta requests access to the kid’s middle school records next, figuring he might as well check for signs of bullying. What he gets can barely be called records in the first place. It’s less than half a sheet of barely passing grades and derisive comments from his teachers.

Which isn’t logical.

There’s something off about this whole thing and he would very much like to tear his hair out over the rabbit hole he’s descended into. Shouta requests Bakugou’s records, too, and the difference is infuriating. 

They should be equals.

They are the farthest thing from equal in the eyes of their middle school and he cannot figure out why. Even the kids’ medical records are unhelpful. Bakugou was in and out of the nurse’s office during the first year or so - straining his wrists once he decided on UA, most likely. Midoriya’s only broken bone on record is his foot, about halfway through his second year, accompanied by bruises large enough to make them take notice.

The kid with the quirk powerful enough mangle himself. A broken foot.

Shouta doesn’t quite throw the paperwork aside, he has more restraint than that, but it’s forceful enough to disturb Pasta’s nap across the other half of the essays he’s been trying to grade for the past hour. She yells at him for it, accidentally rolling off the desk when she goes to stretch back out and knocking almost everything off his desk.

He doesn’t swear, not out loud, but it still takes energy he doesn’t have to pick everything back up. Some of the kids are getting their papers back with claw marks, that’s just how it’s going to be.

His eyes catch on the sharp dash accompanying the quirk on Midoriya’s records.

That’s...strange. 

Normally, that’s used for kids who haven’t figured out what they want to call their quirk yet. But superpower is a bland, generic name, enough so that a four year old could have come up with it by themself. Bakugou’s quirk is listed correctly, with the angry flare of personality he’s come to expect from him.

Midoriya, though.

Shouta checks the records again. The broken foot is still there, printed out in black typewriter font, but he flips instead to the accompanying x-ray. The toe joint is there, the extra one that almost nobody has anymore. The one that’s generally used to diagnose quirklessness, though it’s possible to have both a quirk and the vestigial joint.

Was Midoriya considered quirkless in middle school by his teachers and peers?

That train of thought brings up more questions than it answers, but it’s also starting to make a worryingly large amount of sense. The pain tolerance, the flinching - hell, the analysis too. Shouta doesn’t have time to address all the potential problems right now, not with the sports festival and work-study week right around the corner.

When the hell did his quirk even come in, then?

It’s no wonder the kid keeps breaking his bones, if he’s not used to the fine output control it so clearly needs. His phone is in his hand before he can even realize it, hurriedly punching in the number to the principal’s personal line.

“Aizawa!” Nezu says, far too cheerful at this time of night. “For what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I know you keep tabs on interesting students. Was Midoriya quirkless before high school?” He says, flat and urgent, and is treated to the principal laughing in his ear.

“Yes! Midoriya Izuku was quirkless before he came to UA.” He chitters. “It seems I’ve won the bet.”

“Bet?”

[myherowritings]

Into Your Arms

Overview: You’re prone to tripping and Todoroki is prone to being there to catch you. Or, in which you’re a bit of a klutz and, for a reason he can’t explain, Todoroki wants to make sure you never get hurt.

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Female!Reader

Word Count: 2,670

Warning(s): None! Just fluff overload.

Author’s Note: This is for all my fellow clumsy folks. (Join the club!) :P Hope you enjoy!

Over the course of the school year, Todoroki had progressively grown accustomed to your clumsiness.

The first time he noticed you was on the first day of class during Aizawa’s Quirk Apprehension Test. Like most of your other classmates, you flew through the series of physical tests with graceful ease, demonstrating impressive control over your quirk. During your battle against Jiro and Kaminari, Todoroki begrudgingly had to admit your tactful skills were something to take note of as well.

Which is why it was only natural for him to wonder how someone so talented on the field could trip over a flat surface the moment they entered a room.

He considered it a skill in and of itself.

Within the first few weeks of class, Todoroki developed a sort of sixth sense whenever he was around you.

He noticed the way you put all your focus on the person you were talking to even while walking in crowded area, never realizing you were less than an inch away from crashing the side of your hip onto the corner of a desk. (Todoroki found himself moving the desk out of your path seconds before you could hit it, despite the fact that he had to make his way from the opposite side the room in superhuman speeds. You never seemed to notice. The rest of the class did.)

He also observed the way your eyes widened a fraction and your arms flailed out as you felt yourself about to trip. (In those moments, it took all of his willpower not to use his quirk to freeze you in place before you could fall. The one time he did, Tokoyami thought Todoroki almost hurt you and proceeded to threaten Shouto in your honor.)

One day, you and Todoroki arrived at U.A. around the same time--both uncharacteristically later than the rest of your classmates--and proceeded to walk to homeroom together.

“Morning, Todoroki-kun!”

“Good morning.”

“You’re running late today, too, huh?” you asked, matching his step as the two of you paced down the hallway. “Busy morning?”

Todoroki thought of the argument with his father that went on for longer than usual. “You could say that.”

You nodded. “At least we’ll still be earlier than Aizawa-sensei.”

The conversation carried on as you moved to the topic of breakfast foods--you talked so fervently about the arbitrary topic even Todoroki found it hard not to share your interest.

By the time the two of you walked into class, you were still in a heated debate about natto (he thought it was something every breakfast should consist of and you decided he must’ve been deprived of some good tamagoyaki) when Todoroki felt you beginning to walk wayward into Aoyama’s desk.

He didn’t want you to bump into it, but kicking the desk backwards with Aoyama seated on it didn’t seem like an action he’d think you’d approve of.

So instead, he maneuvered you aside-- One hand resting on your hip, pulling you towards him and away from the desk, and the other gently on your shoulder, steering your path straight. Todoroki made sure to not let himself linger, but it was too late. The rest of the class noticed and all conversation stopped to stare at you two.

“Careful,” he said, his face skillfully passive.

You blinked in stunned silence. “T-Thanks! I guess I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking.”

“It’s okay.”

He wanted to say something else, but he didn’t have the words.

Instead, you both headed to your respective seats as Todoroki tried to ignore Kirishima’s so-called whispering as he walked down the row.

“Pst, Todoroki! You and Y/L/N, huh?”

And while he was able to ignore Kirishima’s antics, Todoroki wasn’t able to ignore the small, yet embarrassed, smile that made its way to your face.

He couldn’t help but smile back.

- - - - -

After the events of these past few months with villains at every turn of the page, you were happy that an exam has been the only thing keeping you and your classmates up at night lately.

It was a late Sunday night and you were at Midoriya’s dormitory with a group of friends, studying for your mathematics exam the next day. Tsuyu and Iida brought a handful of snacks to share with the group, but even they weren’t enough to keep your brain from going off topic every few minutes.

“So, we use the Law of Sines when we know two angles and one side of a triangle, or when it’s SSA?” you said as you tapped your pencil against your notebook, staring down at your notes.

“Precisely,” replied Iida with a nod.

He’d been patiently helping you with the same concept for the past twenty minutes, but you just now began to understand it.

“And SSS and SAS is for Cosine Rule?”

“Correct again!” He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and beamed. “Great, now that everyone understands those rules, shall we move forward to trigonometric identities?”

This earned a groan from you and Uraraka.

“Wait,” you cried as you rose from the floor. “My brain isn't awake enough for this-- I’m going to make myself a cup of coffee first. Does anyone else want one?”

“I’m good, thank you!” said Midoriya.

“Coffee? It’s almost midnight,” Iida exclaimed, a bewildered look on his face.

“But we’re only halfway done with the material! I need to stay awake.”

You returned his stern look with one of your own. He sighed. “Fine. I suppose we could use a study break while you get your dose of caffeine.”

Smiling, you sent him a thumbs up before heading to the door. As you reached the handle, you paused.

“Todoroki-chan, do you want coffee? Or maybe tea?” you asked, looking down as he sat cross-legged on the mat.

He glanced up, with a tilt of his head. “Thank you, but I’m okay. Would you like me to accompany you, though?”

You laughed but shook your head. “It’s only one floor down; I should be fine.”

“The last time you said that, you had to go to Recovery Girl for a rolled ankle.”

“I’ll be careful this time!” you promised, letting the door shut behind you before he could get out another word.

It was sweet of Todoroki to be worried for you, but you were perfectly capable of making coffee by yourself--no matter how accident prone you may be.

After waiting for the coffee to brew (all the while thinking of how convenient making udon and miso would be if you had Bakugou or Todoroki’s quirk), you grabbed your mug from the communal kitchen space and poured. When you dumped the contents out of the coffeemaker, you placed your mug at the edge of the counter and grabbed the cream and sugar.

You needed at least one and a half spoonfuls of sugar in order for your coffee to be palatable.

But while you were humming to yourself, things took a quick turn for the worst.

As you were reaching for the creamer behind your coffee, you felt your elbow brush against the handle of your mug. You held your breath. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. With eyes wide, you attempted to catch it before it hit the ground.

The good news, you caught it before the mug shattered.

The bad news, all its steaming hot contents poured onto the hand you caught it with.

“Shit!” you yelped, dropping the mug in shock as you cradled your right hand against your chest.

Swearing under your breath, you ran over to the sink and held your pink-tinged hand under cold water to soothe the burn. You wanted to stay under the faucet forever, but you knew your friends were waiting for you to continue studying.

Sighing, you cleaned up your mess and quickly headed up to Midoriya’s room, coffee-less and with a discomforting burning sensation in your right hand.

When you entered the room, Tsuyu was the first to remark, followed by Todoroki.

“Did you forget your coffee?”

“What happened to your hand?”

You blinked. How did he notice so quickly?

“I didn’t forget my coffee, no,” you told Tsuyu with a nervous chuckle. “I finished making it, actually. But then it fell off the counter and I burned myself trying to catch it.”

Tsuyu’s eyes widened but you quickly amended your statement, shaking your head as sat back down next to Todoroki.

“I’m fine, though!” you said, holding out your pinky in her direction. “It’s just a little burn; it’ll probably be gone by tomorrow.”

Satisfied with, but still skeptical of, your answer, Tsuyu nodded and proceeded to ask Uraraka how to do a certain question.

“Can I see it?”

You jumped. His voice was so quiet you barely heard him.

Turning to Todoroki, you offered him your hand with your reddened palm face down. “It hardly hurts, I swear. You don’t need to--”

He enveloped your right hand between the two of his and brought it to his close to his chest.

You flushed. The conversation in the room stopped. Todoroki kept his gaze on you.

“Wh-What are you--!?” You broke off with a startled breath when you felt a soothing chill followed by a comforting heat. “Oh.”

The careful balance of hot and cold on your slightly burned hand felt so relaxing your eyes fluttered shut, hardly registering the looks of bewilderment from Midoriya, Iida, Tsuyu, Aoyama, and Uraraka. Minutes passed and Todoroki still held you hand, only releasing after a long, cool exhale.

You swallowed.

“Does your hand feel better?” he asked.

Nodding fervently, you tried not to think about how you wished he hadn’t let go. “Much.”

“I’m glad.” Without warning, Todoroki stood up from beside you and you felt the absence of his warmth. “Now, wait here.”

As he left Midoriya’s room, you glanced at the others with the same confused look on your faces.

“What was that about?” Izuku wondered with a scratch of his head.

“I don’t know, but it sure was adorable!” said Uraraka, squishing her face between her palms.

Iida stared at the door then back down at his textbook. “But where did Todoroki-kun go? Hopefully he doesn’t take too long; we still have a whole chapter to cover.”

Aoyama sighed, resting his arms behind his neck as he leaned against Midoriya’s bed frame. “Don’t be oblivious, mes amis. He’s getting Mademoiselle Y/L/N her beverage, of course.”

Before you could deny that outrageous claim, Todoroki walked into the room with a mug in hand.

You gaped. Aoyama sent you a smug wink.

Todoroki sat back down beside you before offering the drink. With your non-burned hand, you graciously held the mug. It was lukewarm to the touch and aromatic to the smell.

“For me?”

He nodded. “Two pumps of cream and one and a half teaspoons of sugar, right?”

You blinked. He knew how you took your coffee? “Right.”

“I wasn’t sure if you drank dark or light roast,” said Todoroki, looking down at the wooden floor. “My apologies. But I made sure to cool it down to about 120 degrees so it can’t scald you.”

You heard the pounding of your heart from your ears as your stomach filled with butterflies. What was this feeling? You shook your head.

“Thank you, Todoroki-chan,” you said, touched. “It’s perfect.”

“But you haven’t even tried it--”

Uraraka flicked Iida on the back of the head before he could continue.

“Hey! I mean-- You’re right. It is perfect.”

Laughing at your friends antics, you turned to Todoroki with a smile. He had a content look on his face as he witnessed their interaction before glancing at you. You took a sip of the drink and peered at him from the top of the rim. The contrast of the sweet and the bitter, earthy taste filled your tastebuds, causing you to sigh.

“Tastes better than the ones I make for myself!” you pouted, wondering how he was able to make a perfect cup when he never drank coffee himself. “You’re just the perfect guy, aren’t you?”

A flush made its way to Todoroki’s ears, but you paid it no mind, instead grabbing your pencil with your right hand.

“Ouch,” you hissed, retracting your pencil and glaring down at the angry pale marks on your still reddened palm. Maybe you should get an ice pack and some painkillers.

“Y/N? Are you hurt?” said Todoroki, a frown clouding his face.

You shook your head. “Just my hand from earlier.”

“Is it still hurting?” He gently took your right hand in his left, worried lines between his eyebrows. “Here-- Let me help.”

Before you could say anything, he laced his icy fingers between yours and sent a mild chill to his palm, instantly soothing the pestering burn from the earlier scald. This time, even after a few moments had passed, Todoroki didn’t let go.

Instead, he kept your hand in his for the remainder of the night, the occasional brush of his thumb sending shivers up your spine--and not from the cold.

Needless to say, neither of you could focus much on studying.

- - - - -

Tonight was the night of the school dance and, much to no one’s surprise, you were running late.

When you arrived, the dance was in full swing, with all the classes mingling together to celebrate the end of a school year. But in a sea of obscurity, a certain duochromatic student caught your eye from across the room.

As if Todoroki could sense your presence, his gaze found yours in an instant, raising a hand in greeting with a subtle smile.

Wow.

That was all you could think as you walked over to him, eyes never leaving his face.

He looked stunning.

So stunning, in fact, that you hardly noticed anything else. Including a wayward balloon that made its way to the side of the dance floor you were walking along.

You also didn’t notice that your heel caught on said balloon until it was too late.

With a small yelp, you felt yourself slip backward as the rubber rolled off your shoe, arms flying out in an attempt to grasp at the table next to you only to miss by a fraction of an inch.

Shit.

Closing your eyes shut, you braced yourself into a position that would soften the impact of the fall that never came. Instead, all you heard was a soft woosh of rustling clothes and an intake of breath as two muscular arms wrapped around you.

A beat passed.

You opened your eyes.

“Careful.” His voice was deep next to your ear.

“Shoucchan,” you said, a little out of breath. “Hi.”

You heard the amusement in his voice. “Hi.”

Todoroki helped you upright onto your feet, but kept his hands lingering on either sides of your waist. Spinning around to face him, you touched his cheek with a smile.

“How do you always do that?”

He raised a brow.

“How do you manage to cross the room and stop me from falling in such a short amount of time?” you wondered with a hint of awe. “Do you have another quirk no one knows about?”

Todoroki exhaled a laugh as he tugged on a strand of your hair. “Baka. No. I just learned to be on high alert when I’m with you. Especially when you’re in heels.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, but couldn’t deny anything.

“Maybe that’ll be part of your tagline in a few years,” you teased. “Pro Hero Shouto: Saving the world from villains, and saving his girlfriend from her own clumsiness.”

Todoroki froze slightly before relaxing, the corners of his lips tilting upward. “Girlfriend.” You quirked a brow at him but he shook his head. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that.”

“Good. Because I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of being that.”

Pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead, Todoroki hummed. “Good. Then you have nothing to worry about.

[queenangst]

breathing room

for Aradow | read on AO3 

A tight encounter with a news reporter leaves Izuku struggling to catch his breath.

When U.A.'s gates swam into sight, Izuku's heart sank like a stone through the sea of reporters. A mass of moving people was clumped together; the flash of lights and the ebb and flow made them look like crashing, hungry waves.

Izuku bit his lip. He was running late.

A few students were making their way through the crowd of reporters, and just past them Izuku spotted teachers. He shifted his backpack on his shoulders, feeling queasy.

What would All Might do? He'd smile, definitely. In his media appearances, he seemed untouchable. He cut through the crowds easily, but no one ever felt like they were being brushed off. All Might made everything look easy, but now Izuku wondered if he minded the cameras and the lights.

Izuku swallowed. He slipped between the first few reporters, and then suddenly he was in it. A camera clicked in his face. Izuku threw an arm over his eyes and shuffled forward.

Then he remembered they were taking pictures of him, remembered All Might smiling… All Might hadn't hidden. Izuku lowered his arm and tried to smile, though he was sure it was wobbly.

"That's Midoriya Izuku, first-year in Heroics—" someone started to say.

Could they see him shaking? Izuku took a step, then another. U.A. seemed so far away.

"Can you comment on the rise in villains targeting your class?"

"Does U.A. make you feel safe?"

"—run-in with the villain at the helm of the League of Villains…"

Click. Click. Izuku's smile wavered; he tried to speak but couldn't.

"—your Quirk—"

"When All Might retired—"

Izuku choked. His legs felt like they'd turned to jelly. He forced himself forward even as he walked deeper and deeper and deeper.

"Excuse me," a reporter said, and Izuku paused on instinct to be polite.

Fingers closed around Izuku's wrist, the grip tightening but the movement lost in the swelling movement around them. The reporter—a slight woman with glasses—smiled at him, tucking her camera under her free arm.

"Um," Izuku started, "I- I'm sorry, but… but I have to—"

Get to class, his mind supplied. But the reporter had such a firm grasp on his hand. He could probably free himself. Izuku knew he was strong enough, but there was just so many people and he didn't want to hurt anyone.

"Just a question," she said, and he bobbed his head nervously, wanting to run. "Then I'll let you go."

"I guess…" Izuku took a breath. He could answer a question. It was just one.

"I'd just like to know something, Midoriya Izuku." She knew his name. "You are surrounded by heroes, but are you comfortable around them?"

Izuku could only half-think with her hand around his wrist. He rocked back on his heels.

"I… I don't think I understand…"

The reporter's eyes flashed behind her glasses. Izuku's wrist was starting to hurt. A prickling feeling crept up his arm, like it had fallen asleep.

"I don't believe that heroes can simply be… taught," she articulated, glancing in the direction of U.A.'s gates, "or that everyone who walks out of those doors is a hero. How much can you trust the people around you to help when you really need it?"

Izuku's throat tightened. Sweat made the skin under his shirt damp, made the fabric of his uniform stick uncomfortably. When Izuku opened his mouth to answer, he realized he'd begun to breathe rapidly, the air in his chest slipping away.

The reporter kept smiling at him. The prickling feeling spread. The hand around his wrist was as tight as ever. He had to respond or she wouldn't let him go, and Izuku would be late, and he couldn't— quite— get enough air…

"Please let go of my student."

Aizawa-sensei stepped smoothly between them, blocking Izuku's view of the reporter. Izuku couldn't see his face, but, oh, that was Aizawa-sensei's angry-but-controlled voice. The kind he used sometimes in class when they did stupid things, or got too loud, and meant trouble for everyone unless they behaved.

"Sensei…"

Izuku's voice quavered. He hated how pathetic he sounded to his own ears, a little short of breath and in that almost-crying voice.

Aizawa-sensei did not look at him.

"Let my student go," he said, "and do not make me say it again. You are assaulting him and disrupting his time and work. I will use force if you refuse."

The last connection between them—linked hands, a tight grip, nails digging into skin. Izuku shivered when the reporter brushed a finger along the inside of his wrist and then drew away.

"Alright," he heard the reporter say. Izuku lifted his hand to his chest, cradling it. Aizawa-sensei's presence had cleared a few of the reporters out of the way. Izuku tried not to gasp in air, taking in quiet breaths.

Aizawa-sensei had stepped completely between Izuku and the reporter now.

"Don't touch one of my students again," he said, and Izuku heard the threat in his voice. "Midoriya. Let's go."

Izuku lowered his eyes to the ground. Aizawa-sensei waited for Izuku to take the first step before following, acting like a barrier. Izuku wanted to say thank you but couldn't.

"Midoriya—" His name floated through the din. Izuku's heart raced.

"Don't listen," Aizawa-sensei started.

"—I hope you'll find the answer to my question."

They got through the gates. Through the front doors. Aizawa-sensei stopped when Izuku did, his shoulders slumping as he turned to face the wall. He couldn't look at Aizawa-sensei now that the people were gone and the discomfort was beginning to recede.

Izuku rubbed at his wrist. It was still— he could still feel… the lingering touch. He tugged at his shirt collar next, and breathed in. He was fine. There was plenty of air. It was just the crowd, and the fear, but it was over now.

"Are you alright?"

Izuku nodded.

"Did she hurt you? Do anything?"

The prickling sensation returned. He wondered if she had done anything, but… what had felt like eternity to Izuku had only been a minute or two in reality.

"She just. Asked me a question." Izuku blinked rapidly. "That's- that's all. She just asked me a question."

It was only a question.

Why hadn't Izuku been able to answer? Why had the words gotten stuck in his throat?

Aizawa-sensei was quiet for a moment. Izuku swallowed when his teacher stepped closer, close enough to see Aizawa-sensei's gaze clearly. His chest began to hurt. Aizawa-sensei was too— Izuku drew in a breath, then another.

"She put you in a dangerous situation," Aizawa-sensei said, taking two steps back. He was perceptive like that, Izuku thought, the tightness easing. He seemed to always know. "That was unacceptable. She shouldn't have touched you."

"It… it was just…"

But Izuku faltered.

He hadn't done anything to stop her, really, and she'd just wanted to ask Izuku a question. And he suddenly remembered she'd known him by name. She hadn't stopped a U.A. student… she'd stopped him.

"It was not just anything," Aizawa-sensei said, "do you understand? I'm sorry I couldn't get there faster."

"It wasn't your fault," Izuku mumbled, lowering his eyes again, "but thank you. It was just, um, a little overwhelming."

He'd let it happen, anyway.

"It wasn't your fault, either," Izuku's teacher said. "Let's get to class. Do you need to— take a minute?"

Izuku was already shaking his head. He'd woken up this morning jittery, and once he'd seen the numbers on the clock he'd had to run out the door and eat on the way. A bad start to the day that had only gotten worse. The last thing Izuku wanted was to show up even later to class, and have everyone look at him and wonder what was wrong and what had happened.

It was over. He just wanted the rest of the day to be normal. It was over.

So Izuku walked with Aizawa-sensei to class, and put the morning's incident behind him. That lasted a few precious, quiet minutes in the halls. Class had already begun, Izuku realized, and that made the halls empty save for a few others running to the right places.

Aizawa-sensei opened the door, and Izuku clutched his bag and walked in. Noise bombarded him.

"Midoriya!"

"Oh, there's sensei, look."

"We were getting kind of worried, dude."

"Actually—"

Izuku shuffled to his seat as fast as he could, ducking his head to avoid the curious eyes of his classmates. He didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to talk about it to anyone.

"There was a group of disruptive reporters outside the gates if you may have noticed," Aizawa-sensei said, settling behind his desk. He glanced at Izuku but then gazed out at the entire class. "First lesson of the day: even heroes have boundaries, even as public figures."

Izuku slumped forward in his seat a little, taking out his notebook and resigning himself to a long day.

Homeroom ended after a few short minutes. Aizawa had spent the time doing a quick run-down of dealing with the media. Before he left class, he went to Izuku's desk—Izuku flushed, embarrassed, heart thrumming in his throat and air short in his lungs—and asked if he was alright.

"You kept touching your chest," Aizawa-sensei said, quiet so no curious ears could hear them. Izuku shook his head. It was okay.

"I'm just, stressed, I think. I'm okay."

"Problem child…"

Aizawa-sensei watched him. Izuku's breathing hitched when Aizawa-sensei knocked his knuckles against Izuku's shoulder, but then his teacher left.

Present Mic swung in for English next, but by that time Izuku already felt exhausted.

"Good morning, listeners!"

"Good morning, Mic-sensei," the class chorused. Izuku joined them, but found himself wheezing at the end of the loud greeting. He coughed quietly into his hand; next to him, Sero glanced over and mouthed something that Izuku thought might have been are you okay. Izuku waved him off and smiled weakly. He rubbed at his chest. It felt a bit like his shirt was too tight, and his chest couldn't expand all the way.

Maybe he was getting sick. It was starting to get colder. That sounded right—he'd spent the weekend at home with Mom instead of the dorms, and they'd gone outside quite a bit. He must have caught something. Izuku touched his chest again and then began to follow along as Mic-sensei launched into teaching.

Izuku copied down what Mic-sensei was writing on the board, muttering the words quietly to himself until he realized he couldn't keep going and stopped. He sucked in a breath, pulling his chair forward and gripping his pencil tightly. After seventh period, or maybe during lunch, he'd go sit somewhere quiet. Just long enough to recharge so he could get through the rest of the day.

He blinked. Class had ended in an instant.

Izuku glanced down at his paper, and the end of his pencil snapped against the desk. On it the English sentences he'd lined up neatly had dissolved into the same words over and over again: How much can you trust the people around you to help when you really need it?

How much can you trust the people around you to help?

How much can you trust the people around you?

How much can you trust?

Izuku's hands shook. Again, the prickling sensation; he stood abruptly, and his chair went rolling back to hit Mineta's desk with a loud impact. Izuku tore the sheet from his notebook and crumpled it. His hands were still shaky when he tottered to the front of the classroom to throw it away.

Smudged white paper dropped into the bin. Izuku tucked his hands together, ignoring the feeling along the back of his neck that meant people were watching him. Soft chatter rose between the seats.

Izuku could breathe again. He walked back to his desk and felt his breath shorten when he accidentally met Kacchan's gaze, pausing by his friend's desk.

Kacchan kicked at Izuku's ankles. His ribs constricted, and Izuku scrambled to his seat. The pressure in his chest remained as Kacchan swung around.

"What were you looking at?"

"Kacchan," Izuku sighed, shoving his broken pencil in his desk and retrieving another. Kacchan's eye twitched. He frowned at Izuku, brows furrowing in slight confusion though Izuku had no idea why.

"Deku…"

Kacchan narrowed his eyes, then suddenly spun himself back around to face the front, his shoulders tense. Izuku bit his lip. Had he done something? What had Kacchan seen?

There wasn't any time to dwell on it, because math class started after that. Izuku stared at Kacchan's back the entire time, but didn't dare lean forward or get too close. He felt uncomfortable, loosening his tie and watching Kacchan shift in front of him. It was nothing. Kacchan didn't— he and Kacchan were fine. They'd been joking around yesterday during homeroom, even. Izuku would just ask him later if he could work up the nerve to.

Kacchan was just beginning to— figure things out lately. They'd talked a little. Living together in the same dorms, even though they were practically neighbors at home anyway, had still opened up spaces for them to just… exist. Together. Izuku wasn't going to ruin it.

When Heroics rolled around, Izuku had worked himself into a better mood. All Might was teaching today, and that always made Izuku grin. The locker room mood was light today, almost cheerful.

"I'm ready to get back to work!" Kirishima cheered, vaulting in and immediately wiggling out of his shirt. He cracked his knuckles. "Mondays we just sit all day. But today we get to show off our stuff!"

Kacchan knocked Kirishima over the head on his way to his own locker.

"Don't get cocky," he warned.

"Wonder what we're doing today…"

"Hurry up," Iida called over all of them. "Everyone into their training clothes. All Might's instructions."

No costumes today, Izuku mused. Sometimes that meant they were focusing less on running simulations and more on other things. Sometimes Aizawa-sensei had them come in their training uniforms for 'resourcefulness,' like situations where they lacked access to their equipment. Oh, maybe they were training as— as civilians, or—

"Midoriya," Iida said, materializing next to him. Izuku's breath seized, and he stumbled back, then tripped into a heap on the ground. "Ah— are you alright? I apologize for surprising… Midoriya?"

Izuku blinked up at him. Iida offered Izuku a hand up, and Izuku took it. Their hands touched, Iida's clasping around— suddenly Izuku was suffocating. He choked. There wasn't. He couldn't. Breathe.

He shoved Iida's hand away blindly and backed away. Distantly Izuku felt his chest rising and falling but couldn't feel the air in his lungs; his back hit the lockers and his vision cleared. Iida was watching with wide, worried eyes. He'd taken a few steps back; so had Izuku, and there was distance between them now.

"So- sorry—" Izuku stammered between breaths. His head was spinning.

"Are you… alright?" Iida asked, slower this time. Blue eyes watched him from—

—behind a set of glasses—

"Fine," Izuku blurted. Behind Iida he saw that over half of the boys had already finished changing and were gone; the others had turned at the commotion. "I'm fine. Thank you. I'm fine."

He quickly tossed on his clothes, shutting his locker and rushing out the door. Izuku didn't want to be late again. And he wanted everyone to stop looking at him like that.

"Hey, Midoriya," Uraraka called, waving. She was standing with Todoroki, smiling, and he smiled uneasily back. A couple of the others were standing around All Might, and Izuku spotted Aizawa-sensei, too.

"Um, hey," Izuku said. Todoroki nodded at him. "What's- what's up?"

Uraraka shrugged. "I think we're— doing pair exercises today or something." Her eyes crinkled. "I hope I- um, we get to work together. Oh, you, too, Todoroki— oh, hi, Iida!"

"What's this about pair work?" Iida asked, adjusting his glasses. Izuku shrank back a little when he felt his lungs protest at how close everyone was.

"I think we're doing pair exercises!" Uraraka's hair swung as she turned to glance at All Might and Aizawa-sensei. "Or maybe, hmm, team-building or something? It feels a bit weird without our costumes, huh?"

Todoroki huffed lightly.

"Yeah," Izuku agreed. He felt a bit bare, and rubbed at his exposed arms. "Maybe... I don't know."

"This isn't P.E.," Todoroki pointed out, tilting his head in thought. "The curriculum is different from Heroics. So this exercise shouldn't be simple, either."

All Might grinned at all of them. Even now, without his 'hero' form he never failed to fill the space with his presence and his smile. Izuku felt his mouth stretch into a smile in response, feeling lighter.

Aizawa-sensei lowered his goggles over his eyes.

"In a fight," he began, "you may not be able to use your Quirks at all times."

All Might nodded. "In some cases, using your Quirk is inefficient or even harmful — you might be putting yourself, your fellow heroes, or civilians in danger. At other times you might find your Quirk limited."

"We're going to be sparring today," Aizawa-sensei announced. "For the first block, we're going to go through different techniques to make sure you know how to fight and how to defend yourself. In the second block, each of you will be paired off and will practice hand-to-hand combat without Quirks."

Uraraka clapped in excitement. Todoroki looked calm. Izuku had gotten better at reading him, but this time as far as Izuku could tell, Todoroki seemed self-confident. He must have trained a lot in fighting as well, Izuku thought.

They'd done some exercises in fighting a few times, so everyone knew at least some basics. Izuku could throw a few punches, but this was a good idea. There was always room for improvement.

All Might slipped off his jacket. He was— almost Quirkless now, but there was still a roiling power behind his movements. Still strong. He couldn't do anything like he used to, but… he was still a hero. Izuku watched him carefully even as the class was split and given mats, set apart from each other so they could work on drills.

Aizawa-sensei demonstrated. They practiced. After a few times All Might went around, student to student, talking quietly and gesturing.

Izuku threw a punch against an invisible opponent, careful of where his weight was resting. He struck forward again, faster this time but less steady. All Might came to him next, watching from the edge of the mat as Izuku tried again.

"Move your foot a little," All Might said, stepping forward onto the mat. Izuku dropped his arms slightly, feeling out of breath though they'd just started the period. "And your chest, here— may I?"

Izuku was nodding before he even knew what All Might meant. Then All Might took a step closer, hand touching Izuku's chest and adjusting how Izuku was carrying himself.

The air vanished.

I can't breathe.

The crushing feeling in his lungs stopped when All Might lifted his hand again, then gestured for Izuku to move his leg back. And lightened again when All Might stepped off the mat completely, breathing returning to normal as Izuku tried again.

"Better," All Might said. "Now…"

He stepped back onto the mat, and Izuku felt his ribs lock like the bars of a cage. Something wiggled in the back of Izuku's mind, some distant thought about— about— space, but—

"I heard from Aizawa about what happened this morning," All Might continued in a low voice. He tapped Izuku's arm, brought it up higher, and Izuku's lungs burst into flames. Izuku gasped, trying to listen over the feeling of suffocating. "I'm sorry about what happ—"

"Can we," Izuku rasped. He hurriedly took a step backward, drawing his arms back up to position and— he was blocking All Might, he thought, he was— because he couldn't breathe.

All Might gave him a concerned, surprised look as Izuku struggled to catch his breath. It had happened so fast. The moment All Might had stepped in close Izuku had just forgotten what it felt like to take air in.

"I'll talk to you later," All Might told him, quietly. Just for the two of them. "I know it's difficult, my boy."

And now Izuku felt guilty. He'd pushed All Might away, and now All Might was drawing back. Izuku hadn't meant to. He'd just needed the space.

"You're doing well. Keep going, young Midoriya. Tell me if you're not feeling up to anything, okay?"

Izuku bowed his head. He felt suddenly ashamed that he wasn't doing well at all. That- that- that the reporter had shaken him up this morning and Izuku hadn't recovered. And All Might was asking him if he wasn't feeling up to anything.

Twenty minutes left, the clock on the wall said.

All Might was still watching, like he was waiting for a response or something.

"Um. Yeah." Terrible. "Yeah. Sure. I'm okay."

"Alright," All Might said slowly, like he was still waiting. But Izuku trained his gaze forward again, watching the students in front of him and mechanically going through the movements again.

And that was that.

Everyone was sweaty and tired as they were let out for lunch.

"That was harder than I thought," Kaminari complained. "I'm starving."

"Oh, dude, Bakugou brought more of those snacks you liked," Kirishima said, slugging Kaminari's arm. "I peeked—"

"Oi," Kacchan yelled. He jabbed a finger in Kirishima's face. Kirishima didn't even flinch. "No one's getting anything unless you can beat me when we spar."

Kaminari slumped to the locker room floor. "Dreaming will get me closer to snacking than fighting will."

"Or you could get changed and go to lunch," Sero called. "You know that's an option."

Izuku walked in quietly behind them, mind churning. He'd been left alone for the rest of the period to practice. It'd given him time to think, and in the fluorescent lighting of the gym he'd caught sight of the wrist where he'd been grabbed. Nothing remained there, not even pale crescent marks where her nails had dug in.

But Izuku had still felt it. Her hand. Even when he couldn't see her, even when she was gone, even when Aizawa-sensei became a soothing pillar of black between them—Izuku's wrist, still caught in hers. Still connected.

He changed as fast as he could. No one noticed as Izuku slipped out, making his way to the lunchroom. Izuku wasn't hungry. In line, he gasped for air silently.

"Midoriya," Todoroki said, sitting down next to Izuku. "How are you?"

Izuku felt his chest constrict, and shoved his rice away. He focused on breathing. In. Out. Todoroki wasn't that close, but he was close enough so that if Izuku moved they could bump shoulders.

"Okay," Izuku said. In. Out.

It wasn't working. Telling himself to breathe— it wasn't working. He sucked in another breath as slowly as he could, but his lungs stuttered halfway through the attempt.

Todoroki didn't say anything else, and that made Izuku grateful. He smiled, and it felt genuine this time even though his chest was aching.

"If you need anything," Todoroki offered, lifting a shoulder. Then he ate, and Izuku shut his eyes for a moment.

"Thank you."

Uraraka plopped down across from Izuku a moment later. She was all breathless and laughing, and Izuku looked up. She looked happy. Iida followed, frowning.

"You shouldn't run," he started.

"I hear class president voice," someone shouted from a table over, and everyone who'd heard laughed.

"Alright, well," Iida said, going a bit pink. But he smiled.

Under the table Uraraka's knees brushed against his. Izuku jerked back. An invisible lance slotted between his ribs. He breathed in tightly. Todoroki's shoulder—a pass, but Izuku felt the touch ignite something. His hand began to shake.

"Quirks," Izuku blurted out. Iida blinked curiously at them. Izuku was running out of air, but he needed them— he needed to distract himself— he— "What do you guys think… about… Quirks with, um."

Breathe, breathe.

"I don't know…" He shifted towards the edge of the seat. "Um, like, fluctuating."

"Hmm," Uraraka said, "like, in strength? Or effectiveness?"

She tapped the top of her spoon against her mouth.

"Er, yeah. Quirks that interact with… I mean, um, do you guys think… it's like the influence of a Quirk that might break with, um, more exposure, or if it's affecting more- more- more—"

"People?" Todoroki asked. He blinked once, slowly, and Izuku thought, ah. Like Stain. "You could think about it like a zone."

He forgot about breathing. "A zone?"

Space. Izuku narrowed his eyes. Space—

"I was reading an article the other day," Todoroki explained, "some Quirks work with, say, an effective radius."

He put down a grain of rice on the table, then used his finger to draw an invisible circle around it. Izuku inched closer so he could see better, and his lungs began screaming for air.

"Sometimes a person's Quirk can only influence the people in this radius, see," Todoroki said, "remember, we were talking the other day when everyone finished their work in Computer Tech. A drawback. And out here, near the edge of the zone, the effects of the Quirk are weaker, and the closer you get to the person—this grain of rice—"

"The stronger…"

Izuku's hand knocked against Todoroki's arm. A second of contact. He choked on nothing, then began to cough. He reached up for his shirt, tried to, moved back, tried, breathed, stood.

"Midoriya?"

"I—"

Uraraka touched his arm in concern. Todoroki moved closer. Iida's brows were creased in worry. His glasses glinted. Izuku coughed, and coughed. It hurt. His insides seized. He grabbed his tray, the plates sliding, and bolted. The plates and his lungs rattled with each breath.

His body took him through the motions. He dumped his trash, returned his tray. Then Izuku was bolting out of the lunchroom, away from people, away from everyone. Empty space. Open air.

Empty space. Open air.

A zone.

His heart was racing. He'd run too fast; Izuku straightened and— he was outside. He didn't remember coming here.

Are you comfortable around them?

He'd panicked. Ran.

The breathing now was just— just Izuku, just fear. He'd stopped being able to think once the others had gotten close. He'd stopped being able to breathe. He'd seen the looks on their faces.

Izuku was— Izuku had—

Suddenly it began to make sense. The crowd of reporters. The discomfort all morning seated in class. Aizawa-sensei. Iida helping him up. All Might touching his chest. The feeling of too close, the feeling of can't breathe, what Izuku had chalked down to stress and nerves and- and-

He shoved his face in his hands. Izuku didn't cry. He felt like it, but instead Izuku counted down from ten. Too close, and Izuku would suffocate. Far enough, and he could breathe. There was no one here to hinder him… there was no Quirk here to hinder him.

I hope you find the answer to my question.

That reporter… her Quirk. How could—

Izuku trembled. How could he feel comfortable around them if he couldn't breathe? How could anyone help him if reaching out made Izuku choke?

But now it made sense, Izuku could solve it. He was good with Quirks; he just hadn't realized he'd been… under the influence of one. Contact-based. A mental effect—or physical, or both. Usually these things had a time limit.

He straightened.

Izuku just had to tough it out. He wasn't going to die or anything. Based on what Izuku remembered feeling, it was just worse when other people were in his personal space, or touching him. Even in class, the students around him made him— uncomfortable, but it was tolerable. Izuku just had to keep everyone at arm's length for a while until the Quirk's effects passed.

After class he'd decline from joining the usual study session; then he'd just go to his room. If anyone asked, he wasn't feeling well.

Which he wasn't.

And then… maybe tomorrow Izuku would wake up and find himself able to breathe. At its worst, the effect would take a few days to pass, but Izuku hadn't heard of anything that lasted beyond that.

But—

He'd have to be careful. Izuku couldn't tell anyone. His friends were worried. And then they would ask too many questions, and get too close. And the teachers would notice. And then Izuku would get in trouble, and someone would ask what was wrong, and— how could Izuku admit that he'd been vulnerable? That he was a hero-in-training but a reporter had found a weakness in his armor? That he'd let her catch him, let her stay long enough to use her Quirk on him?

Everyone already thought Izuku was a problem.

While everyone was training to be a hero he'd had to run twice as fast in a desperate bid to catch up, to learn how to control his Quirk. He couldn't handle his own Quirk. He couldn't handle villains. He couldn't handle a simple reporter.

Izuku bit down hard on the inside of his cheek. She was just— she was just a reporter.

"Young Midoriya?"

Izuku started. "All- All Might!"

"I hope I'm not intruding," All Might said, and Izuku shook his head, though he was already watching warily. All Might stopped about an arm's length away, and Izuku quietly noted how the end of his breaths seemed to trail.

"No, you're- it's okay."

All Might smiled, and that alone made Izuku feel better.

"You weren't in the lunchroom."

Izuku ducked his head. "I ate, um, and then I thought I'd come outside for a little bit. Before class starts. Again."

"Nice weather, hm?" All Might tipped his head back and scanned the sky. He was quiet for a moment as he collected his thoughts, then continued. "Now that we can talk— I'm sorry. I heard what happened this morning."

But he didn't know. Aizawa-sensei didn't know, either.

"I should have stopped her," Izuku said, before he could think.

"You couldn't have expected it," All Might responded. His voice was kind. "Young Midoriya, you know the press—the media is not always… as respectful as they should be. To heroes, or otherwise."

"It won't happen again," Izuku said firmly. All Might turned. Izuku only realized he'd moved when his breathing turned shallow.

"It could," All Might said. "It might. Some things you can't control. And some reporters have no sense of, ah…"

"My comfort zone?" Izuku suggested. He laughed lightly, but it made his chest ache.

"Mmm. Yes, that's a good phrase for it." All Might sighed. "I know you might think her grabbing onto you is innocuous enough, or perhaps you got out of the incident with little harm."

Izuku almost laughed. He turned it into a cough, and then felt his chest catch on it, and coughed harder. It echoed through his chest. Pain shot upwards from his lungs.

All Might reached over and patted Izuku on the back, stepping closer, and Izuku grasped the front of his shirt. He coughed. It seemed to well from deep inside of him; in between Izuku tried to draw air through his lungs, but it didn't work. His body began to shake.

"Mi- Midoriya?"

"Wait," Izuku wheezed. He had to get it under control—it was so hard—and his chest rattled, and rattled. Finally Izuku drew in a breath long enough to stop coughing even though it burned in the back of his throat. All Might's hand on his back was both painful and warm, running down his spine then back up. It was gentle. It hurt. It was so gentle. And Izuku thought, I'd suffer for this.

"Are you sick?" All Might was frowning; no, Izuku didn't want him to look like that. "Do you need to go see Recovery Girl? I can write you a note…"

"No!" The word burst from his mouth even as it drained him of breath. He shook from the effort. All Might's hand stayed where it was. "No, no, I'm just having an off day but I really want to go to class and-"

He'd run out of air, but All Might seemed to understand.

"I meant what I said, you know," All Might murmured. Izuku blinked at the ground, his eyes watering—he didn't know why, maybe it was because his chest was hurting, his lungs collapsing in on themselves, like they were filling with water and being crushed at the same time. "I'm here. If you need me to be. If you want me to be."

"I-" Breathe. Breathe. "I want…"

All Might wrapped his arms around Izuku, and Izuku squeezed his eyes shut. He could feel the air catching in his chest, and then he couldn't feel air at all. He screwed his eyes shut tighter as dizziness swooped in and the weight of a thousand stones weighed on his chest, but—

—but over it he could still feel All Might, arms around him, and Izuku hurt so much he couldn't bear to let go for just a moment later.

"Class is starting soon," All Might rumbled, and Izuku felt his voice reverberate through his chest. "We should go, if you still want to attend."

Izuku couldn't speak. He could hardly feel air pass his lips as All Might let go, and Izuku swayed.

All Might began to stride away. Izuku's legs were weak, but he managed not to pass out. It was easier now there was distance. As they walked, Izuku made sure to keep the distance between them.

There was just one problem with Izuku's plan.

He realized it as he walked into class and remembered they were having sparring practice, and wondered if it was too late to ask to go see Recovery Girl. But Aizawa-sensei was already pairing off students, and Izuku couldn't just back out because it would be weird. And everyone would think he was just trying to get out of class.

Sparring. Hand-to-hand combat. Like developing fighting skills in a close-range situation.

"Midoriya," and across the room Izuku's gaze snapped over to meet Kacchan's eyes, like they both knew— "Bakugou."

"Fucking great," Kacchan grumbled, marching over. He raked his eyes up and down Izuku's figure, then sank back, ready. "Don't we spar enough?"

Izuku snorted. "That's probably why."

They'd taken to sparring together to train. Not very often, maybe once or twice a week when they could fit it in—Izuku had annoyed Kacchan until he'd given in. Sometimes with Quirks, sometimes without, and with whichever teacher was available to supervise. But this class… maybe it was to see how much they'd grown, and changed.

They were good at reading each other, but it made sparring a challenge now. Izuku watched carefully, forgetting about everything but the feeling of the mat under his feet and the slight shift of Kacchan's left foot. Back. Izuku twisted out of the way of two quick, short punches.

He couldn't let Kacchan touch him. Already his body was straining to keep up as Kacchan moved mercilessly. Defense, not offense.

Izuku spent moment after moment tracking Kacchan's movements and moving out of the way. Kacchan's fist glanced off of Izuku's shoulder, and his chest constricted. Sweat ran down Izuku's back.

"Stop—" Kacchan moved faster. More erraticly. A trickle of fear shot up his spine. "Deku, what the hell is wrong with you today—"

Izuku dove forward, under Kacchan's arms, and twisted around to face him. He was gasping.

"Why aren't you— fighting!"

Izuku saw it coming. He couldn't move; something awful slowed his response. He took one step back, but it wasn't enough to stop Kacchan from tackling him. They went down in a mass of flying color. Izuku saw the flash of blue uniform as a fist came down. He rolled. Kacchan grabbed his arm, and Izuku's vision fizzled.

They grappled. The weight on Izuku's chest grew heavier, and heavier. He wheezed in a breath. The pressure on Izuku's arm. He stopped thinking and lashed out, knee ramming upwards. There was a shout, a slight release—Izuku gasped for air. There wasn't any. There wasn't any air.

His ribs were hurting. His chest was. He couldn't. He couldn't breathe. He forced air into his lungs. He couldn't feel it.

He needed to breathe. Izuku could see Kacchan's face—

—Kacchan saw something, Kacchan pulling away as Izuku thrashed. Breathe. Breathe.

"...Deku?"

His name, like sinking through water. He breathed in. Couldn't keep up. Fire burst in his chest, hot coals tumbling down, ash coating his insides. A feeling like his chest was being pierced. Something wet trickled down the side of his face.

Izuku gasped. "Plea-"

"Deku!"

He gasped again, and then pain lanced through him as he began to choke. Izuku curled inwards, blocking his chest— please he just wanted to breathe, he just wanted air, he just needed. Coughing ravaged him, tearing through his entire body like a shaking storm.

"Is he—"

"—choking—"

Air. Please. Air.

"Ge-" he rasped, and the attempt made his chest cave inwards. He shook. Someone laid a hand on his arm, and Izuku made a sound of pain, and they kept touching him, and he flung his arm out blindly, pleading—

He couldn't… he stopped feeling—

Air. Air. Air.

He was going to die. Air, he was dying, please, please help, please, air…

"Get away from him! Everyone out!"

Something cleared. Izuku shook and trembled and curled a hand towards himself. His chest cramped; he gasped when he was moved, like a knife slipping through his back. But there was air. He was breathing.

Izuku could still feel himself shaking and gasping. His legs jerked.

"Midoriya."

A voice, cool and calm. Izuku latched onto it. His body moved without him telling it; he took in a short breath, followed by another.

"Midoriya, can you hear me."

He panted. A noise passed briefly through his lips.

"Easy… just take a breath. In… and out."

Izuku pulled his knees up. He breathed. He felt the rhythm and struggled to catch up. He couldn't do it. But Aizawa-sensei's voice rocked over him—in, out, in, out. When he could breathe again he started to cry, hiccuping until he lost his breath to the sobs that wracked him. Izuku had felt like he was dying. His chest had been carved into. He felt his arm move until he could cry into it, sleeve going damp.

"Midoriya, can you hear me?" Again.

His shoulders shook. It made his body ache.

"Ye-"

Izuku shuddered, wheezing. Aizawa-sensei—Izuku felt him move closer, felt it in the way a stabbing pain made itself known. He threw an arm out, crying again, and through his blurry vision he saw Aizawa-sensei stop.

"Ple- please," he croaked. "No- no…"

Aizawa-sensei shifted back in one fluid, quick movement. The look on his face was stricken.

But Izuku wanted…

"Sensei," Izuku whimpered. He heaved in a breath. And before Izuku could stop, he felt himself unfurl like a plant towards the sun, and reached his arm across the cold floor.

Aizawa-sensei carefully took Izuku's hand, and contact made pain reared its head. Izuku took in an unsteady breath— he choked out a sob, and felt his body shudder fully.

"Sen- sensei…"

"Midoriya," Aizawa-sensei said, voice soft, "can I come closer?"

He flinched. Aizawa-sensei let go of his hand and drew back, but Izuku thought it made everything worse even if it hurt less. He whined, too tired to be embarrassed, and Aizawa-sensei took his hand again. Izuku shut his eyes and tried to disconnect the feeling of the hand in his from the feeling of invisible rope around him pulling tight.

He blinked, swallowing against a dry throat. "It hurts…"

"I know." He felt confused. "I know, Midoriya. I'm going to take you to Recovery Girl in a moment. Do you think you can handle that?"

Izuku groaned. He slid his fingers along his ribs. The pressure built. How long had Aizawa-sensei been there, kneeling, holding his hand? Light bloomed behind his eyes.

"It hurts," he said again. He wanted someone to hold him. No one could. Izuku stopped being able to breathe again, but words slid out between his attempts. "Sensei, it hurts."

He pulled his own hand away, curling away from Aizawa-sensei. Pulled in a deeper, more even breath.

Aizawa-sensei was silent, but Izuku was afraid of looking. He didn't know what he would see. Or if it would hurt.

"Am I," Aizawa-sensei began, "hurting you?"

Izuku didn't know if it counted. In. Out.

"No," the word came out in a whisper. Then, even quieter, "yes."

He heard Aizawa-sensei take in a sharp breath. Izuku followed, slower.

"Does it hurt now?"

"No." His chest throbbed. He whined. "Yes. Yes. But- less."

"Can you move?"

Izuku tried. He shoved a hand under his chest and pushed up, struggling. His arm shook. Aizawa-sensei went to help him but stopped short when Izuku made a strangled noise. It took him achingly long, but Izuku sat up. He was shaking and sweaty.

"I thought I- I thought…"

Flashes of memory and light. A stabbing pain like it had been killing him. And a choking fear that was worse than any Quirk could do to him.

"Do you think you can walk?"

The thought of standing alone made him lightheaded. He shook his head.

Aizawa-sensei was careful. "Can you handle being cared?"

"I don't know," Izuku mumbled. "Not… not good…"

"Let's try standing," Aizawa-sensei said, and Izuku paled but nodded shakily. Out of range, he felt— better. Not great, but maybe it would be enough for him to get up.

It took an eternity. He got to his feet and almost fell over. Aizawa-sensei caught him, and then Izuku did fall, doubling over himself as his vision tunneled and the air left his lungs. He heard himself saying something but didn't know what until the only thought was left was that he wanted to breathe.

He went weightless. Something warm enveloped him, but then the pain started again. Izuku sucked in air. He coughed, clawing at his chest. Fabric gave way under his fingers but he still couldn't get enough air.

Air.

Blood roared in his ears. Izuku thrashed. He gasped desperately, searching. And then his lungs opened, the pain just beginning to recede. The tightness in his chest loosened, and when he could he sobbed in relief.

"Is he—"

Izuku coiled his limbs inward. Please. Please.

"You can't… you're going to hurt him if you move closer."

He placed All Might's voice next to Aizawa-sensei's.

"What happened?"

Recovery Girl. Izuku forced his eyes open, alarmed when he heard her footsteps, and shrank back into the bed when he saw her approach. If she came closer it would hurt again. He didn't want to hurt again.

"I have a suspicion, but…"

Recovery Girl bent a little so she could peer at his eyes. He blinked back at her.

"I can't come closer," she said, standing near the next bed in the infirmary, and Izuku shook his head. "Can you breathe?"

"Yeah," he whispered. And to reassure himself he took in a breath. Let it out. And again. And again. Uneven, but there.

"Alright, then," Recovery Girl said, straightening. She crossed her arms. "Let me know if you need anything, or if you start hurting again. Usually I'd like to check you over, but if it's going to hurt you more… at least for now…"

Izuku shifted his gaze. He turned his head so he was partly hidden by the pillow, pressing his cheek into the soft material.

"There's nothing we could do?"

Izuku could feel his body relaxing. Everyone was far enough away that he was beginning to breathe fine, the echoes of pain becoming more and more faint and faraway.

"I'm not sure this is a… health problem," Aizawa-sensei said. He crouched next to the bed, keeping his distance. "Midoriya?"

Izuku hummed.

"Do you know what caused this?"

His mouth trembled. Izuku didn't want to say, shame pooling in his gut. But Aizawa-sensei didn't look angry or upset. Just patient. Waiting. He opened his mouth, and then closed it.

Receding footsteps, and then it was just the two of them again.

"Will you tell me?"

Izuku cracked. He was tired. He remembered the feeling of his lungs caving, and said, "A… Quirk."

"Not yours."

He didn't respond.

"How long?"

Izuku covered his face, and said, "This morning."

Aizawa-sensei was silent. Izuku shivered. It wasn't a good sign. It made Izuku feel like he'd done something wrong—

"Was it the reporter?"

His hand found his chest. In. Out. "Yes…"

"Thank you for telling me."

"But… sensei…"

Aizawa-sensei was looking at him when Izuku finally dared to uncover his face.

"Do you think this is your fault, Midoriya?"

"I let her," Izuku said. His wrist prickled. Something wet—a tear—slipped down his cheek. "I let her. I let her."

"You didn't," Aizawa-sensei said, voice firm. But he was still talking in that sort of low, gentle voice that made Izuku feel safer. Better. "She stopped you. She used her Quirk against you. And she hurt you, and made us hurt you. Do you understand? It's not your fault that you're hurting."

Izuku pressed his lips together.

"Alright, Midoriya?"

"I just wanted to breathe," Izuku said brokenly, and Aizawa-sensei's face softened a fraction. "I couldn't. I couldn't."

"You're alright," Aizawa-sensei said, "you're safe. You can breathe."

He nodded, trying to believe it.

"I'll find her."

"What if she hurts you?"

Aizawa-sensei smiled. "She won't be able to." Then he paused, and said somberly, "She already has."

He must have looked confused, because Aizawa-sensei sighed. "She put one of my students in danger and in pain, and when I want to help, things get worse."

"Oh," Izuku mumbled.

"Rest."

He blinked slowly. Rest sounded— nice. But…

"Don't—" Izuku's voice cracked. "Please don't leave. Sensei."

Aizawa-sensei shook his head. "I'm not. I'm not leaving."

Sleep evaded him. In his dreams he was in the water, drowning, clawing at the surface. Fire pulsed in his chest. And then he was under a bridge, and something thick and viscous was forcing itself around him, closing around him, a soft voice in his ear—

"Midoriya!"

He woke up coughing. Izuku wheezed. Fear shot through his veins like ice.

"Midoriya, you're fine, you're safe, there's air… do you hear me?" His chest constricted, but it was just him. Izuku looked up and saw Aizawa-sensei standing away from him, arm outstretched. Their eyes met.

"You're alright. You can breathe."

He could. And then he couldn't, and Izuku wrapped his arms around himself and heaved air in and out.

"Am I too close?"

"I don't know."

Aizawa-sensei moved a little further away. Some of it had been him. The rest had been Izuku himself.

"I want," Izuku muttered, "this to be over."

"Soon," Aizawa-sensei said, "I promise, Midoriya. It'll be over soon."

"Will… will you stay?"

"As long as you need me to," Aizawa-sensei told him. "And I will be whatever you need me to be."

Izuku licked his lips and smiled tentatively. "Do I have to do the homework?"

Aizawa-sensei rolled his eyes, but his mouth twitched in amusement. "Do you want me to answer that, brat?"

Izuku laughed, and he found this time it didn't hurt.

"You're touching your chest again," Aizawa-sensei noted. Izuku blinked. He hadn't realized.

"She… she asked me…" He didn't have to say who she was, "if I was… um, comfortable. If I could trust… if I could trust the people around me to help me if I- I- when I needed it."

Izuku swallowed against the lump in his throat. "I think I know the answer." He glanced sideways at Aizawa-sensei and thought of the reporter taking his wrist, Aizawa-sensei taking his hand. Even though it hurt. "Tha- thank you, sensei. For staying."

Aizawa-sensei nodded. The light from the window shifted and became softer.

"As long as you need," he said again, and lapsed into a quiet. In it Izuku could hear himself breathing slowly and steadily, and unafraid. And Aizawa-sensei did stay—a long, long time—until Izuku's hand lowered from his chest, and he could take a full breath, and the fear and hurt following him had subsided and gone as easy as disappearing air.