#mha liveblog

[uracutieraka]

Firm believer in Katsuki who can't help but fawn over the cute support course student midoriya is friends with!

find part two here!

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Katsuki who can't help but stare when you come around him the first time.

You were a mutual friend of Midoriya's. A girl in the support course at UA. You noticed him staring after a minute and slightly giggle as you blush and move over to whisper something in the green haired boy's ear. He watches as Midoriya points to him then turns back to quickly whisper back to you.

You nod and when you fully turn to look at him he quickly tears his eyes off you and back down to his lunch tray.

He looks over your full appearance through his eyelashes as you shifted out of the booth across from him and his friends.

You're in the normal school uniform but you have your shirt untucked and unbuttoned on the top, grease stains smeared all over it.

He pretends not to notice you as you walk over to his lunch table, but gets caught up in the way your skirt sways around with every movement of your legs.

He finally looks up when you clear your throat at the group of rowdy boys in front of you.

They all look up at you with wide eyes before starting to elbow each other slightly, whispering about why a cute girl was at their lunch table.

You make eye contact with the blond, who hadn't bothered joining his friends antics.

"Hi!" A toothy smile has him blushing with a goofy smile on his face.

"Hi.." he says dreamily back at you.

His friends are now watching the interaction in bewilderment.

"I'm y/n, and you're Bakugo right?" Your voice is intoxicating, he wonders if there's a way to store it in a bottle and listen to it later.

He nods his head up and down, not daring to break eye contact.

"Do ya' mind if I sit with you?" You slightly bend over, wide smile still on your face, but now you're slightly twirling your hair around one of your fingers and batting your eyelashes at him.

A giggle escapes through the blonds mouth as he watches you closely.

His friends are now genuinely creeped out at the whole interaction, did he seriously just giggle at a girl simply asking to sit with him?

Denki begins to say something but Sero and Kirishima shush him, wanting to watch how the rest of this plays out.

Denki looks around the cafeteria and sees a few of his classmates whispering and pointing at you and Bakugo. Their interests also piqued at the strange meet-cute.

Bakugo shifts back into Kirishima slightly to make room for you without a second thought. He pats the bench next to him and you let out a bubbly giggle and sit down next to him.

'So, Kacchan, do you care if I call you that?," He watches the way your lips moves and it's like everything is moving in slow motion as the nickname leaves your mouth. He nods 'no' signifying he doesn't care about the inappropriate formality. "Okay, good it's such a cute nickname!"

He freezes as your hand comes out to rest on his bicep, your fingers lazily tracing over the seam of the sleeve.

You only quickly look up when you hear one of his friends scoff.

Tilting your head to the side with a question look a soft, "What?" sounds from you.

Bakugo turns around following your line of sight with a glare, making eye contact with Sero.

"It's just funny is all," He lazily puts his head in his palm and he sports a lopsided grin. "Normally he would've blown someone up for even talkin' to him but here you are calling him kacchan."

Denki and Kirishima murmur in agreement and you and Bakugo turn back to each other.

A small smirk plays at your lips before you put on the same innocent smile as before, this time though, a glint of mischief is in your eyes.

You lean forward so close that your chest is pressed up against his. His face is burning hot as a breath of air leaves your lips before you whisper to him.

His friends all look around each other as they wonder what you could be saying to him.

They watch as he fumble around for his phone, still holding that doped out look in his eyes while maintaining eye contact.

When he pull it out his hands are slightly trembling as he unlocks it and pulls up the contact screen.

Denki's jaw is now hung slightly open at the silent interaction.

You take the phone from him and make haste typing out your information.

You hand it back to him with a wide grin.

"Well I better get back over to my friends before lunch ends!" You lean over and pop a quick kiss to his cheek before scooting out of the booth.

Bakugo nearly short circuits at the display of affection.

You happily skip off and before you get too far you turn around and wave your fingers at him with a giggle.

He waves back, head now dropped in the palm of his hand, blissful smile still on his face as a dreamy sigh loudly escapes his parted lips.

After a moment of watching you sit back down and turn to talk to Deku, Bakugo is finally brought back to reality.

"Uhm, Helloooo," A hand waves in front of his face and he finally snaps out of it. The last thing he sees before looking away from you is you giggle and turn back to your friends. "Come back from planet y/n dude!"

He now looks at Kirishima with a scowl.

"What the fuck was that?" Denki speaks up.

He ignores them as he looks in-between them at where you're sat.

"Looks like someone got the love bug!" Sero says mockingly.

The three boys laugh and continue to pick on him but he can't help himself as his eyes keep finding their way back to you.

You keep giving him that pretty smile and waving your fingers at him.

"Dude your nose." He feels liquid drip down his face and brings his hands up to it.

"Your nose is literally bleeding! Oh my god what the fuck!" Denki is thoroughly freaked out now.

You giggle and look away from him fully now, allowing him to take care of himself.

You were going to be the death of him.

[kusakiguzen]

MHA x Reader Incorrect Quotes

Kirishima: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into the room

Bakugo: Screw that I'm not kissing any of you

*Y/N walks in*

Bakugo: Fine I'll do it rules are rules

[cherieberri]

Pillow talk a tenya iida fanfiction

pre-read notes ; fem!reader , fingering , use of depicted minor character , aged up in his adult timeline. fluff to smut , start reading at line for smut. did not proof-read.

He’d already settled under the blankets, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he read , —a nightly ritual he rarely skipped, no matter how grueling his patrol had been.

You stepped out of the bathroom, towel in hand as you patted your hair dry. Dressed in one of his oversized shirts, the hem brushing your thighs, you caught his eye as he glanced up from his book.

His lips curled into a small, tender smile that always made your heart skip.

“Finished?” he asked, voice low and comforting.

“Mhm,” you hummed, walking tiredly across the room. You slid under the covers beside him, shivering as the cool sheets kissed your shaved skin.

Without a word, he set the book down on the nightstand, folding the corner of the page as a makeshift bookmark, and removed his glasses. The small gesture felt loving, as if he were truly present now, fully focused on you.

He turned on his side to face you, propping his head up on one hand. His other hand reached out, warm fingers brushing a strand of damp hair from your cheek.

“You shouldn’t go to bed with wet hair,” he said softly, the corners of his mouth tugging upward in a half-teasing smile.

“I’ll be fine, Tenya,” you murmured, but you leaned into his touch anyway.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the quiet hum of the city outside your window filling the room. He traced slow, deliberate circles against your shoulder with his thumb, his gaze soft as it flickered between your eyes and your lips.

“Do you ever think about… what we’re doing all this for?” he asked suddenly, his tone thoughtful but laced with vulnerability.

You tilted your head. “What do you mean?”

“Loving one another,” he clarified. “I want nothing more to be with you , do not worry—but I do find myself wondering why people love. ”

You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, a soft hum as you thought. “I think we do it because we care,” you said, squeezing his hand gently.

“And because you care so much, Tenya. More than anyone I’ve ever met , I suppose thats why you love so hard.”

His lips parted, his eyes searching yours as if he couldn’t quite believe your words. Then, slowly, he brought your joined hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“I doubt it’s that simple,” he murmured with a soft chuckle.

You shifted closer, the scent of his cologne—faint but lingering—filling your senses. “Maybe it’s more biological?”

His hand slid from yours, brushing over your waist and settling on the curve of your hip. His movement was slow, as if he were memorizing the feel of you all over again, as if to figure it out himself.

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was as soft as it was passionate.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling of which you could feel.

“I shouldn’t care, as I love you,” he whispered, the words carrying the weight of his entire heart.

“I love you, too,” you replied, your voice equally quiet but no less sincere.

As the two of you rested further into the bed, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you to him. He tucked you against his chest, his heartbeat steady and soothing.

“Sleep well,” he murmured, his voice growing softer with each word.

And with that, you let the comfort of his embrace attempt to lull you to sleep, safe in the knowledge that with him, you were loved beyond measure.

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After a while the room was quiet except for the faint rustle of pages as Tenya resumed his book, his glasses back on perched securely on his nose.

You could feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek as you rested, his arm draped around you like a shield. The warmth of his body and the faint scent of him were comforting, and you closed your eyes, hoping to drift into sleep.

But as the minutes passed, the ache in your body grew—not out of restlessness but a tender, yearning. Your mind swirled with thoughts of him: his unwavering focus, the gentle way he’d kiss you now and then, the love that seemed to radiate from his every move, god it was gratifying.

You wanted him—not out of desperation— maybe a bit, but mostly out of a quiet, overwhelming need to feel closer.

You shifted slightly, pressing your legs together beneath the blanket. His arm, still loosely draped around you, shifted with your movement. You bit your lip, trying to steady yourself, but the small squeeze of your thighs only made the ache worse.

Tenya hummed absently, his voice soft and distracted as his thumb traced patterns on your side.

“Is everything alright, my love?” he asked, not looking up from his book.

You didn’t answer, but instead, you gently took his hand, slipping it from where it rested on your hip and guiding it between your thighs. His fingers brushed the sensitive skin there, and you felt him still.

Tenya looked down at you, blinking once in surprise. Then his expression softened, and he closed his book without hesitation, placing it carefully on the nightstand.

His full attention on you.

“Hm? Oh… honey, you should’ve told me,” he said gently, his voice dropping to a soothing murmur. His hand stayed where you’d placed it, his touch light but steady.

“If you needed me, you know I’d never make you wait.”

You swallowed, your cheeks burning. “I didn’t want to bother you… you were reading…”

His lips brushed your forehead, and he chuckled softly. “You are never a bother,” he assured you. “Come here, let me take care of you, sweetheart.”

Tenya shifted so he was laying more on his side, pulling you closer to him as his hand pressed firmly against the heat between your thighs. His fingers began slow, deliberate movements over your panties.

His other arm wrapped around you securely, holding you against his chest as his lips found your neck.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured between soft kisses, his voice thick with affection. “Always so soft… so perfect.”

His hand slipped beneath the waistband of your shorts, finding the slick warmth waiting for him.

His fingers slid through your folds, gathering your arousal as he exhaled softly against your skin. You gasped, your fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt as his touch grew more purposeful.

His middle finger pressed gently against your entrance, easing in with care before curling just slightly.

The movement had you clutching at his arm, your breath hitching as he began to finger you.

“Does that feel good?” he asked, his breath warm against your skin.

“Yes..” you whispered, your voice barely audible , your hips shifting involuntarily as his finger curled again, pressing against the sensitive spot inside you.

He pressed a lingering kiss to your neck, his glasses grazing your cheek as he tilted his head. “Good… just relax for me. I’ve got you.”

He added another one of his muscled fingers, his movements deliberate and controlled, each thrust measured to draw soft, breathless moans from you.

His thumb brushed over your clit in slow, lazy circles. The tension in your body built with every thrust and curl of his fingers, every flick of his thumb.

His kisses trailed along your neck, the graze of his teeth sending shivers down your spine. “You’re doing so well,” he praised, his voice barely above a whisper.

“So beautiful… so perfect as always my Dear.”

With one final stroke, the tension snapped, pleasure washing over you in waves as your body shook in his arms. Tenya held you close, his hand never faltering as he guided you through your orgasm.

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, murmuring quiet reassurances as your breathing began to steady, he reached over to grab a tissue from the nightstand, wiping his fingers.

Once you were both settled again, he removed his glasses and set them aside for the second time that night. His hand found yours under the blanket, his fingers lacing with yours.

“Better?” he asked softly, his tone tinged with the faintest hint of pride.

You nodded, your face buried in his chest. “Much better,” you murmured.

“Good,” he said, pulling you even closer. “Now, let’s get some rest. We both have long days ahead of us tomorrow... you shouldn't end up tardy.”

But even as his eyes began to close, you knew he wouldn’t truly fall asleep until he was sure you were completely at ease, just as he always did.

post-read notes; made for myself cause you guys.. people portray him so... but yeah!! please dont be afraid to send requests , I write for many fandoms so make sure to check my masterlist <3

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[ahno8]

Denki Kaminari

[armenianwriterman]

Jesus Christ this is literally that one meme where the one character says "you're beautiful" to the one holding them at knifepoint.

[kryptznnn]

Can't get this off my headdd!! Katsuki having a partner with a snow leapard quirk that gives them the appearance of ofc a snow leapard and also have like an ice quirk?? How would he react to that? You can write it on how you like I just want to be fed😋😋

♡- Different

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➸ INTERESTS; -mha! katsuki bakugo x f! quirk using reader

➸ BACKGROUND; - (requested submission) Fascinating was probably the best word to use for you when describing what you were. For Katsuki it was perfect, you were perfect, it's as if there were so many great qualities your quirk had given you his curiosity had grown into affection. He hadn't mind watching and studying you from afar, but when he felt a distance come between you two, he took action.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc. 1.5k, fluff, romantic tension, observing lover, indecisiveness, romantic confusion, kissing, friends to lovers' kind of trope.

➸a.i; - I know this is short and im so sorry ugh, i really enjoyed writing this though, I hope you enjoy it!!

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Maybe his peers were right about you prior to getting close with you. He had heard about you, your features and your quirk being the reason why you seemed that way. He knew your features and personality sounded familiar as someone from his past, but when you walked into his class, he knew exactly who you were.

Y/n L/n, he had known you prior as a child, before you had moved away after being bullied for your quirk and appearance. He never hated it though, he always found it appealing. He had always been drawn to you out of curiosity by it, looking like an exotic animal.

The way your eyes flashed with different colors, popping out as the black lining around your eyes was sharp, your inner corners and waterline dark. He could tell you had applied some makeup to hide majority of the spots and patterns that decorated your face, but he didn’t like it.

He liked being able to see your entire face, and for the most part as he knew your quirk had been in effect for as long as you wanted. As the patterns took effect onto your skin it hadn’t changed the fact that the word snow within snow leopard was literal, also able to control it.

Overtime the two of you went from exchanging small glances in class to actually speaking to one another, as your friend groups clashed. He was happy to say the least, and his friends could tell from how he acted around you. Katsuki was quiet and focused on what you would do, treading carefully and even doing as much to not curse around you, making you laugh every time.

He never really liked looking into your feline-like eyes, it felt as if he was falling into a trap or unknown territory. Even if it was something simple as you waving or smiling at him with your eyes he would look away, his head resting on his hand before smiling softly. His favorite thing about when you would laugh, or smile because your canines would poke out and your ears would flap around.

He took into deep account everything about your physical appearance, studying the way you talked, walked, and even fought in battle. He couldn’t deny you were very flexible and strong, let alone when you used your ice type powers within practice.

What he wasn’t fond of was the fact that it seemed your relationship with him was becoming distant as you began studying with Todoroki. He understood why the two of you were close and had no other reason to study with one another as you shared similar quirks, but the feeling didn’t sit right with him.

He felt as if he was running out of time with you before things had even properly begun. He cherished the small times you two spent together alone, hoping you felt the same way. The times everyone would go out as a group and the two of you trailed behind as you spoke of everyone else, good and bad. He would say or do anything to make you laugh, seeing your canines or how your patterns crinkled slightly up to your eyes, you looked pretty-

No, you looked beautiful to him. The same type of way he watches his parents interact with one another and his father showers and serenades his mother with compliments such as ‘beautiful’ or ‘gorgeous’, maybe even ethereal. He was never sure on how to show you or tell you the way he felt, or the way he wanted you to see yourself how he did.

He had always thought that repeating the same things his father did was cringey, and how you spoke of cringey stuff all of the time there was no way he could set himself up. It seemed as if it was suicide if he even thought of doing so, so when he mustered up the courage to tell you it had apparently been too late.

You cancelled on him last minute as you were supposed to train with Todoroki, again. As you always had nearly twice a week every day for the past 2 months. It drove him insane truly, he hadn’t liked Todoroki any better beforehand and now it seemed to have gotten worse. Even when you all hung out as a group you were quick to speak about what you had practiced or learned from him.

It had kept everything within Katsuki to not cause a fuss and blow up in everyone’s faces, literally. He would just leave without explanation every time, going out and taking a breather before going straight to his room and going to bed. The best part of him was that everyone knew he wasn’t going to just give up or forget about you, one thing he loved more than being stubborn was a fight, and it wasn’t hard fighting for you if he knew he was set to win.

So, when you made it known to him you were free for the day and had nothing to do, he nearly jumped out of bed. Quickly getting ready and damn near sprinting out of his room, making his way to yours. Clearing his throat and taking a deep breath before knocking on your door.

He was nervous, for some odd reason, he never had been before, not for anything. So then why was he so nervous when it came to you? You were his friend, as he was yours, and he just wanted to tell you how appealing you are to him and that you were very nice. Friends don’t do or say the things he wishes to do or say to you though, silly him or not knowing that already.

You were quick to welcome him inside, opening the door fully as you stood at its side from inside as he made his way inside. You ushered him to the small decor you had in the center of your room past the bathroom, a large fuzzy carpet for the two of you to sit on. You were quick to speak first engaging in conversation between the two of you. He had barely answered, only taking in your figure and body features as you spoke.

When you were speaking about something you were passionate about you spoke quickly, your tail moving rather rapidly behind you as your ears never perked lower. You would speak with your hands too, as if reliving the moment as you wanted him to understand it better.

He thought to himself he must’ve looked crazy just staring at you while nodding, not even smiling or laughing at your remarks. He was focused on your words and actions yes, but he was also thinking about what he was going to say to you. Thinking to be gentle and sincere with you when he began until you began to speak of your training with Todoroki.

“And it was so funny because he fell and-“

“You talk about him a lot.” He deadpanned, now cutting off your statement as he really didn’t want to hear any further of him. You stopped and looked him in the eyes now, raising an eyebrow.

“He’s my friend, and we train all of the time with one another.” You said, now looking away at Katsuki’s intense eye contact. You weren’t used to it in all honesty, usually he was quick to pull away or look away from you, now things had changed.

“I’m your friend too, right? Do you talk about me a lot too?” He asked, his hands planted behind him as he sat with his legs crossed, his eyes never leaving your as he moved in closer. You backed your head away slightly, taking in his subtle flirty tone and looked away, your ears flattening slowly as your lip perked to the side.

“Yes” you said in a hushed tone, now looking down into your lap as your tail had remained still, the patterned prints and thin fur on your face now being tainted with a shade of pink. He took in your expression with a surprised look, as he had never seen this expression before.

It must have been embarrassment, or maybe you liked him. Whatever it was he wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass, as now seemed like the perfect time to do what he wanted too. More like what he needed too, it was like a nagging feeling in his stomach and chest telling him too.

Without a second thought as you picked up your head he leaned in and kissed you. After a couple of seconds, he pulled back, looking at your shocked expression. He was going to apologize, but as he opened his mouth a split second later you had already jumped back onto him, kissing him back.

His hand was quick to make its way to the center of your back, giving you support as he nearly toppled over. You soon broke the kiss after he had kissed you back, looking at him with a large smile, your canines showing.

"I think you're a lot more to me than just a friend."

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[mr-moasty-toasty]

𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝗞𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗙𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴.

𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗠𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳.

𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗜𝗳 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗟𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝗢𝗳 𝗠𝗲.

𝗜 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗪𝗶𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗮𝘆 𝗜 𝗪𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗧𝗼.

[v4mp-gabbi]

hey!! look at my mha oc!!

Gabi toshero,

her quirk is Basic but it’s voodoo!! she can control the bodies of a person as long as she has a piece of their dna attached to/ touching her somehow, the controlled person can however think freely, think of it as their the toys in dressrosa from one piece. the more dna touching her, longer she can control them for. Her quirk has major drawbacks tho, she can become immobile if she controls too many/for too long. and it can give her headaches and motion sickness so she only uses her quirk when absolutely needed, she relies mostly on her physical strength💪

S/O- bakugou, yes it’s unoriginal stfu. they have an enemies to friends to lovers arc.

[dogwaterdish]

OKAY !!??!!! I'm continuing watching mha right now and midoriya unlocking blackwhip is so cool. I cannot STAND everyone in class's reactions though ... this guy is getting literally thrown around by a quirk they've never seen before and they're like "damn... when'd he learn to do that?" 😭

also it's so scary how midoriya is really freaking outttttt, like it was so frightening!!!! everyone was getting attacked by this random quirk and :(((

[shinymoonbraixen]

McDonald's meme

Where would you be...? I'd honestly take the kids to McDonald's.

oh, and I made this:

[v4mpiriczmbie]

Fem bkdk >:3

[uracutieraka]

Bakugo Katsuki as your boyfriend!

small scenarios of what it's like to date the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite!

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'who would win in a fight kacchan? Me or Mina.' Denki asks, hands on his hips as he turns to the Blond hoping to settle this petty argument.

'Y/n.'

A scoff leaves Mina's mouth as she crosses her arms and turns back to Denki.

'I knew you shouldn't have asked him!'

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'Bakugo it's kind of creepy how nice you are around her.' Mina says one day while everyones gathered in the kitchen cooking dinner.

a few hums and words of agreement spill from fellow classmates.

Kirishima interrupts.

'It's totally manly and I am so jealous you got a girlfriend before me! Especially such a hottie too!'

A harsh chop to the side of the red haired boys neck has him falling over in pain.

'Don't call my girlfriend hot asshole!'

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You two had been cuddled up in your bed, watching videos on your phone.

Katsuki played with your hair, lazily twirling strands between his index and middle finger.

You enjoyed the familiar feeling of the slow rise and fall of his chest. The sounds of his heartbeat also fueling your desire to rest your head on him.

He's quietly humming a random melody you had never heard.

You move your head to look up at him and he looks down at you.

'What'cha singing 'Suki ?'

'Nothin' in particular.'

You chuckle at his response.

He has a wide grin on his face, pupils dilated fully while looking at you.

'You're so cute I think I could die right now.' He moves his hands to squish the bottom half of your face around. Forcing you to pucker your lips out.

You're laughing and moving your head back and forth trying to escape his grip.

He leans down to give you a long and dramatic kiss, complete with sound effects.

'mmmMMWAH!' he pulls off you with a popping sound., letting go of your face.

'Suki! That was so slobbery!'

You wipe your mouth and face off and pull a fake disgusted look.

He rolls his eyes and scoff.

'Whatever.'

'I'm gonna tell everyone how sweet you really are!' It's a hallow threat, holding no real backlash.

'They'll never believe you.' a cheeky smirk now fills his face.

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'Bakugo? What's on your face?' Aizawa asks him one afternoon when the class is about to start training.

Midnight quickly grabs the boys jaw in her hand, turning his head to get a better look at it.

'Oh! You sneaky little thing! Is that a lipstick mark?'

He's quick to escape her grip and jump two steps back.

He stands, puffing his chest a bit and resting his hands on his hips. Tilting his head up and to the side, a cocky look across his face.

'It's from y/n.' He says proudly.

He hears a few gags and 'ew's come from his classmates but he doesn't care.

'So manly!' Kirishima says loudly to himself, pumping a fist in the air and looking down at the ground.

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You're standing at the front gate of your family home, holding Katsuki's hand.

You step forward and gently tug his arm to get him to move.

he takes a slow step.

'What if they hate me?'

You stop moving and turn to face him, lifting your hands up to gently brush over the material covering his shoulders.

You straighten the collar of his polo as well before responding.

'They won't'

He takes a deep breath before grabbing your hand again and giving it a quick squeeze.

You smile back at him as you make it to the front door and a sense of calmness washes over him, if you were confident they would like him then he didn't need to stress too much. After all you know your parents better than anyone else.

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'So Dynamite, it it?,'

He grunts as a response.

Present Mic gives him a side eye and slight eyebrow raise at his lack of words but continues to ask the questions.

'What motivates you to-' He's cut off before he can finish the question.

'My girlfriend, y/n.'

'You didn't even le-'

'Didn't need to. She's what motivates me.'

Present mic rolls his eyes and keeps trying to continue, but Bakugo doesn't let him.

'Yeah, she's just like the best thing that's ever happened to me.' His arms are crossed and a prideful look crosses his face as he continues a long list of reasons why you're the best girlfriend ever.

Present Mic completely gives up any hopes of getting him to actually answer the questions, instead he looks helplessly at his long time friend and coworker, Aizawa.

"Bakugo!" Aizawa's sharp tone causes the Blond to sneer and look over at his teacher with a glare.

'You're done. Go.' His teacher makes a shoo motion with his hand.

Bakugo proudly walks off, sure he totally nailed it. He received his first ever 'F' that day.

↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ-

'What'cha drawing there Kacchan?' a wide smile is on the green haired boy's face.

Katsuki's face grows red as he jumps and hurriedly shoves his note book to his chest.

He looks up at Deku's face with wide eyes before speaking.

'Mind your own damn business!'

Uraka now joins in on the conversation.

She turns around in her desk, to look at them both.

'Probably stick figure doodles of him and y/n with their future house, he draws that all the time!'

He drops his jaw with a scoff at her snitching on him.

'Do not!' his voice is harsh and gruff.

Now some of the other students crowd around his desk, curious as to what all the ruckus was.

Mina and Denki are quick to start prying the notebook out of his strong grip.

They want to know if Bakugo is maybe just the slightest bit normal.

Finally Kirishima joins in, with the added strength Bakugo loses the hold he had on the book.

He groans and slams his head down on the desk as the class crowds Mina and Denki, trying to get a glimpse at the said drawings.

Sure enough, doodles of you and him fill the margins of his notes.

'I <3 Y/N' is scribbled between the stick figure people, along with your name paired with his last name.

The girls are all gushing about just how sweet he was for loving you so much, as the boys are now turning to dog on him for being so whipped by you.

He's never going to live this down.

[roseytheangel]

Heyo here’s twelfth day!

Hope y’all enjoy.

Izuku was tired. That was an understatement. He just had training with all might and Katsuki, and training was much worse. He had second to none sleep thanks to the nightmares of kamino ward.

He sighed, too tired to even bother with schoolwork. Quite easily people noticed, got worried. Shoto walked closer tapped him on the shoulder and looked worried, “you ok midoryia..? He mumbled as he stared into his eyes.

Izuku flinched and nodded, “yeah.. just tired.. of… you know.. life.” He sighed as shoto nodded in understanding, looking at him in sympathy. Shoto took and gave a deep breath before answering, “you know we are here for you right?”

Izuku only nodded in response as he started walking back to the dorms.

-

After a few more hours of a nap he was woken up by a presence he could feel, he groaned and turned over to try escaping and keeping warm but it didn’t leave. It felt like a hand stroking his cheek but he couldn’t be sure who it was until he heard a huff and felt hands wrap around him.

Katsuki. Katsuki was cuddling him.

He tried not to go bright red and ruin the moment as he snuggled in closer but Katsuki humned and pulled him closer, a small breath felt on izuku’s neck as he was nuzzled into by the blonde. Izuku hummed and actually started relaxing.

That was when he felt it, the cold jolt of AFO staring at him. He flung up and used, by his knowledge, 50% of his power. He froze as he felt the whole dorm go into chaos, his face dropping as he realised it was his fault. He needed to get his shit together.

He locked himself into his room with an upset look on his face, curling into a ball as he started crying.

He was the problem.

-

After a few more hours he heard a knock, “let me in dumbass.” The voice grumbled before a cooler and more gentle voice came out behind it, “let us in midoryia…”

He huffed and reluctantly opened the door, trying to smile as he saw the blonde and dual haired boy stare back in worry, their faces almost dropping as he saw the depressed and drained greenette staring back.

“D- izuku.. stop hiding in your room, we know it was an accident Damn it.” Bakugou said firmly as he glanced at todoroki for approval, when he got a nod in response he looked back at deku and sat onto his bed.

“But.. I-i hurt you guys- I-i didn’t want to..” izuku muttered, before shoto hummed and held izuku’s hand, squeezing it gently as he locked eyes with midoryia.

“That isn’t true you know.. we don’t think that and neither does anybody else in 1-A.” Shoto said as bluntly as he could without sounding too mean. Patting izuku’s thigh as katsuki huffed, “exactly, so stop acting like this got it?” Katsuki poked his side to try prove a point but izuku only flinched and tried pushing him away.

Katsuki paused and looked at shoto. That was an idea. Shoto chuckled and brought izuku closer, “your not.. ticklish.. are you midoryia..?” He muttered into izuku’s ear, smirking as the boy snickered and tried pulling away, bakugou’s large arms blocking him.

“N-nohoho- hahaha! Kahahacchan! Wahahaihihit!” The young boy squealed as katsuki started digging into his sides. Shoto chuckling and forcing his hands up so he could dig into his armpit, causing the boy to giggle louder.

“Aw.. how are you giggling this badly already?” Katsuki muttered as he led him down and started to dig into his stomach instead, putting his body laid onto the bed as shoto moved to his thighs. Izuku’s giggles turning into squeaky laughs, “StohOHOhohop! Ihihit tickles..”

“That’s kinda the point izuku…” shoto muttered as his hands moved quicker. Katsuki pulling away and shoto reluctantly doing it as izuku deflated.

“Feeling better?” Katsuki pats his shoulder as izuku nodded.

“Good now let’s get downstairs.”

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Edit: sorry this took so long haha-

Bye!!

[cherieberri]

I just know that half the mha MEN would love to eat pussy so much that I will write bout it but I wont cause I hate myself and writing sucks and i shall go die.

[ahno8]

kirishima eijirou

[armenianwriterman]

This is the third time Kaminari's been randomly stroking Ojiro's tail. They never draw attention to it but he's done it several times and I want to know why. Have you two been smooching behind everyone's backs too, like Bakugo and Kirishima in the first movie?