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[thevanillerose]

LEATHER | DABI x BLIND!READER | MY HERO ACADEMIA

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Coarse. Soft. Plush. Hard.

Your world was defined by these words. It always had been. Blind from birth, you were used to being steeped in darkness, but because you had never known anything different, it wasn't something that made you feel bad. If anything, you weren't sure why people felt so sorry for you. Why they would express such pity towards you when they found out about your affliction.

You were getting on just fine, right? So truly...there were people out there who were far more deserving of their well meant concerns than you were. You didn't need anyone to worry over you.

Perhaps the only thing you wished you could have sight for was to know what you looked like. Somehow your parents were a perfect image in your mind, it was as if you could envision them anyway, despite your own impairment. When it came to you personally though, well...you didn't have the faintest clue.

Were you ugly? Pretty? People always claimed it was the latter, but how were you to know if they were lying or not? There was truly no way of telling.

So that was maybe the one thing that did bother you. The rest of it though, you could deal with. You would be alright.

In fact, you were so brave with it that you would walk home alone at any time of night, no qualms about it. Sure, there had been talk of a mysterious killer on the loose lately, but the most you had heard were vague rumors that you strongly doubted held any actual water.

Like hell you were going to get scared!

Once again, you were out in the early hours. Your senses were always on max settings anyway, so if someone happened to be pursuing you, you would pick up on it in a split. However, it wasn't what lay behind you that you needed to worry about.

A few steps forward, and suddenly you bumped into something. Staggering backwards, you immediately registered that it was a person, and instantly doubled over into a respectful bow of apology. “Sorry! Excuse me...I didn't see you there...” It was quite amusing to use a line like that, given that it was rarely so literal.

The fellow turned and cast his piercing turquoise eyes upon you, observing you in silence. The air was immediately tense.

Dabi hadn't been expecting you to run into him out of nowhere. The streets were usually quiet at this time, he'd go looking for trouble in certain spots sure, but those were usually the obvious ones, like your sketchy backwater nightclubs and 'massage parlors'.

One look at you, and he was confused. “...What are you doing out here alone?”

Male...I figured. Judging by his voice...he's probably around my age...

 “I...I usually come out at any time, really. I was just picking up some supplies-”  You held up the plastic bag filled with goodies from the 24 hour mart. He stared at it for a moment, before letting his eyes flicker back to you again.  “It's dangerous.”

 “Well-” you lowered the bag and shrugged, “-I know that's what they say but...if I stayed inside just because I was scared, it would be like handing over control to whatever bad guys are out there. It would be like they were already winning.”

 He quirked a black brow. Interesting take.

 “...You're brave.”  You heard him take a few steps forward, around your side, behind you. Shuddering, you could sense his fingertips gliding ever so lightly against the back of your shoulder, across the nape of your neck and to your other arm.   “How do you know you've not just run into an enemy though?”

 Well now you were really wondering.    “...Because...you're standing out here on the pavement, right by the road. People like that usually lurk in the shadows...”  “It's dark enough out here though.” he stated, as he circled around to your front again, and you could sense him standing closer than before, “There's nobody else around...no cameras watching...just you and me. I could get away with anything.”

 Now the fear was setting in. He was certainly talking like a killer...so could he really be? You swallowed uneasily and tried to step around him, but his hand caught your side and pushed you back, prompting you to drop the bag as you jolted. Those cartons of chocolate milk you'd bought were scattered.

 “Please, I don't want any trouble!” you insisted, and he tilted his head.  “Maybe you should have watched where you were going. Maybe you shouldn't have been walking out alone at night.”  “I-I'm entitled to!”  “So am I.”

 “...You're the killer they've been talking about?”  “Maybe.”

 This was insane. Even you felt like you were being reckless now. However, you needed to find some way to excuse yourself or run from him. You'd worry about calling the police when you were somewhere safe.  Then again, what would you even tell them?

 “Look...I...if you let me go I won't say a word...” you promised, but he simply scoffed.  “Yes you will, don't lie. You're going to file a police report at the first chance you get.”  “No! No I won't because, because I wouldn't even be able to in the first place!”  “...And what is that supposed to mean? You've seen my face, my location, I basically admitted to you that I'm the killer. Of course you can file a report.”

 “...” Telling him this seemed like as much of a bad idea as a good one...but you would do it.

 “...I...I don't know what you look like. I can't see you.”  There was a long pause. Dabi stared at you, blinking a few times, before leaning in just a little bit.  “...Excuse me?”  “I-I said I can't see you. Because I'm blind.”

 That threw him for a total loop. He hadn't been expecting it. Though now that he really looked at you, he supposed that your eyes weren't really focusing on anything in particular, and they certainly weren't looking at him. So, well, he believed it.

 What now?

 “...Okay. So you're blind. I suppose that...removes the problem for me.”  “A-are you still going to kill me?” you dared to ask, and there was another frightening pause, before he sighed.  “...No...There's little point in it. Just another mess I'd have to clean up.”

 Instantly you were almost bowled over by a wave of relief.  “Th-thank you!” you gasped out, and quickly crouched down to find the items you'd dropped. Dabi watched you fumbling for a moment, your hand patting the ground as it tried to find what it was looking for.  

 He didn't quite know why. Perhaps there was just something tender about you, either way, he ended up crouching down to pick up the carton.

 At the very moment he reached out though, so too did you, and for a split second, your knuckles brushed.

 Instantly you recoiled and gasped. What you'd just touched, it was unexpected.  “What was that??”  “Hm? Oh right...you can't see it.” Dabi sighed and put the carton back in the bag but remained crouching there in front of you, examining his own hand. “...My skin isn't really what you'd call regular.”

 Admittedly, you were curious. He seemed to be behaving more calmly and rationally right now too. Would it really be so bad if you asked?

 “May I...touch it again?”    “Huh?” Dabi quickly looked at you, brow furrowing. “...Why?”  “Because I...I suppose I'm just curious. I won't if it bothers you...I've just...never felt anything like that before.”

What am I doing? What am I doing!? This guy's a killer!!   ...Why am I being nice to him?

 Perhaps the better question would have been vice versa. For Dabi actually conceded, brushing your hand with his again and allowing you to gently run your fingers up his wrist. You didn't even know his name, and yet you were crouched on the ground with him, caressing his arm and feeling how rough, tight the skin was...like it had been burned to a crisp.

 “...What happened to you?” you had to ask him, noticing there were hard staples plastered in there too, as if he were some zombie that had been stitched up. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you reached up with both hands this time, laying them gently against his cheeks and cupping his face.

 His jaw was much the same. It felt similar, like he was damaged. But you could tell his face wasn't unpleasant. He had a good structure, you could tell-  “What are you doing?”  His voice suddenly sounded, a little sternly so, and his hands took your wrists just to guide them down again. Hesitating, you lowered your head.

 “I'm sorry...I act a little rash sometimes...”  “...It's fine. I can tell.” he uttered, but he hadn't let you go just yet. “...But I think I'd rather know about you. How did you become blind?”

 This was such an odd situation to be in. Confessions on a dirty pavement, and confessions to a supposed killer no less. What if you said the wrong thing and he just ended you right here and now? This scarred man did seem to have a cold disposition...but for some reason...you wanted to open up to him anyway.

 “I didn't really 'become' blind, I've been like this from birth.” you explained, and though you couldn't see it of course, his eyes widened.  “...Oh?”

 “Yeah, so...hah...I don't even know what I look like. Sometimes I imagine I must be the scariest thing walking around out here.”

 Dabi's hands slowly slipped away, making you worry. He laid them in his own lap, and watched you. The concerned emotions flickering across your face, like you were suddenly fearful you'd admitted too much. You were obviously nervous around him, but it was like you didn't want to deter him either.

Is he really the killer? I want to run, and yet...I don't.

 His hand slowly extended towards you again. That unmistakable touch against the skin of your cheek, as he let it rest against your face. You could feel his thumb, gently rubbing in a circle. Your hammering heartbeat slowly calmed. You found yourself sinking against his palm.

 “You're a curious one. A bit of a weirdo.” he added, and cracked a smile you couldn't see. Maybe you somehow knew it was there regardless.

 “But...you're pretty too.”

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[taloumina]

The Regret of Greatness

Izuku Midoriya/Female Reader

Angst, long after breakup

Spoilers: none for any season

Warnings: alcoholism

Summary: Izuku had thought he could be great and happy without you, but he was wrong. Totally wrong.

For @theclassiccherry as a gift. :) This will go on Archive of Our Own too, so if you have an account, let me know, and I can gift it to you there!

Technically a sequel to this fic:

https://www.tumblr.com/taloumina/720220058640596992/the-cost-of-greatness

But either can be read separately!

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Izuku hadn't wanted you back, not at first.

He'd actually believed that he was better off without you and you without him, because he couldn't love you the same way anymore. But the love wouldn't disappear completely, and believe him... he'd tried.

He was still trying, on his fifth glass, and well on his way to more. Who knew how many it'd be tonight?

He missed spending nights with you, hearing your dreams about the future.

Izuku was living his dream of being the greatest hero ever, but not once during his time with you had he thought it'd be like this. With you nowhere to be found.

Why had he thought you were less important? How could he have let you leave? He hadn't even argued for you to stay.

Izuku drank, but the burn of alcohol couldn't burn away all his memories of you or U.A. He wanted to be back in high school again, where he'd always found a way to be happy: with you. Not miserable as a pro, putting away the smile as soon as he was out of the public eye.

The bar was all he had at the end of a long day–or the beginning of one if he wanted oblivion early.

Work, work, work.

Drink, drink, drink.

It was a pattern he couldn't break. More and more, he wished he could forget about you altogether, but remembering was the self-punishment he deserved. Daily.

Holding an empty glass in his hand, Izuku stared unseeingly at the ceiling above him. He didn't want to be great anymore, but what else was there? Besides regret, which he'd feel for the rest of his life.

He needed another drink.

[lenadoesstuff]

One at a time(mhaxreader) - Welcome <3

 A person that has everything they could ever wish for. A happy family, great friends, an awesome school. They are pushing the career they always dreamt about. But, life is life, nothing is perfect. Some things will collapse, while past problems will resurface. That's alright though, life isn't supposed to be perfect. That's why it's worth to live. 

Author's Note: Basically, your average mha y/n story, but I make it more bearable. Cause y/n is non binary and gay af, they also happen to have common sense. I will not be giving a description of them, unless I'm asked to do so. I will however give them a myself quirk(it would make more sense to me), but I'm open to changing it, if y'all can agree on one to change it to.  

Also, before I go, don't expect a lot of updates from me. I'll probably leave this after a few chapters tbh.

[husbandograveyard]

Chapter II: The Stem

Chapter Summary: So, you’re interning with Hawks. And he’s even more perfect from up close. If only it weren’t so hard to actually get close. 

Chapter Warnings: Pining, secondhand embarrassment, tiniest mention of blood. 

Word Count: 2.5k 

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Even though your love had been growing for a pretty long time, it was now in a deep slumber. Sometimes, to wake something up, a good shaking is needed. But sometimes, a single moment can be enough already. 

In your hero training, you had learned very early on that nerves were not necessarily a bad thing. The adrenaline could be used to push yourself a little bit past your limits every time you felt your heart thumping in your chest and the blood rushing through your veins. Nervousness, much like fear, was just a bodily response to a situation, a way of your body telling you ‘Okay, we’re ready for whatever is coming’. 

Only today you weren’t facing a villain, quite the opposite. You were literally about to meet your hero, and you were more nervous about it than you thought you would be. 

It was still remotely quiet on the streets. It was way too early for most people to be out yet. You weren’t exactly sure as to why Hawks would let an intern start this early, but you had mentally chuckled at your own thought of Hawks being an early morning bird. Maybe that would be a perfect joke to crack to diffuse any nervous tension, or maybe that was a terrible idea. You didn’t even know if you would be able to speak properly the moment you’d come face to face to the man that you had been trying to meet again for such a long time. 

You slipped your phone in your pocket after checking the time for the sixth time that morning. Being a little early was considered polite, being half an hour too early was not. You didn’t want to come across as a nervous over-achiever who couldn’t even read a clock properly, but you had to admit that you hadn’t been able to close an eye that night, and had decided to get up and get ready earlier than anticipated, thus arriving at Hawks’ agency building more than an hour early. 

‘Time for another walk around the block’ you told yourself as you turned to the side to walk around the block once more. If anything, you were getting a good idea of what the general neighborhood around the agency looked like, something that could only help you if you were to patrol around the agency soon.

“L/n Y/n?” 

You had barely taken a step to get started on your fourth walk for the morning when you heard a familiar yet strange voice call out your name. Your head whipped around to look at the source of the sound, only to see him standing there. 

“Mr Hawks! Sir!” You stumbled over your words, scrambling to turn around and bow at the same time to greet your new mentor. You felt the blood rush through your face, your heartbeat loud and clear in your ears as you tried to hide your embarrassment for the words you just said and the fact that you had been idling in front of his agency for long enough to be noticed. 

You heard him chuckle. You stood up straight again, only to see him dismissively wave his hand in front of him. “Oh please, none of those formalities. They make me feel incredibly old. Keigo is fine in here, just Hawks when we’re outside. We will be working together after all.”

You nodded eagerly, still a little shaken from the sudden confrontation. You were feeling starstruck, you were finally meeting your idol, your hero, but at the same time, there was still the familiarity of seeing the little boy from the hallway, all grown up. It gave you the weirdest feeling, a strange sense of déjà vu, a tingle that started in your stomach and then spread over your entire body. You couldn’t put a name on it, but it felt exciting. 

“I’m sorry I am so early.” 

“No worries, I have been here for a couple of hours already. Night shift.” 

You nodded again and followed him as he walked inside, but not before pointing up at a point a little above the door you had been idling in front of earlier. “The cameras picked you up about an hour ago, I recognized you immediately.”

Your heart skipped a beat. He recognized you? Could it be that he remembered you? Even after all those years? The mere idea made you feel all warm and fuzzy. 

“You really look exactly like the pictures on your resumé.” 

Your heart dropped as Hawks continued to speak, he didn’t even notice your sudden lift and drop in mood. It was over before he could even face your way. 

“Thought I’d come retrieve you and show you around before you were gone again walking around the block.” 

You laughed nervously, apologetically. You were feeling like a fool. Of course he wouldn’t recognize you. It had been years. He had been trained, became famous. He had met so many people, seen so many faces. Of course he’d forget someone he knew when he was five? seven? Even you had a hard time pinpointing the age you had been and the memories played in over and over in your head like a broken record. For him, they were probably nothing more than a blur, something that had to be erased from his memory to make room for things that were so much more important. 

Hawks showed you around the building. The agency didn’t employ a lot of people. “I am too fast for most sidekicks to keep up with, they’re more so a cleanup team than anything else.” There were a few offices: “The administrative team saves my life. They take over all the things that I simply don’t have the time for. But reports and such are important, they probably tell you that plenty at UA.” 

You could only nod and try and remember as much as you could before the tour ended. There was only one other person in the building besides you and Hawks, because you were so early, and the people taking the day shift would arrive a little later. Most other employees had been sent home for the day, the night shift had been very uneventful Hawks had told you and he had added that it was how it should be. 

He had shown you to a small office space, across the main office, where he sat. “Not often, because I rarely do my own paperwork. Most of what I do is patrols, the occasional actual hero work when crime happens and a whole lot of set work for magazines, commercials… those things.” That matched the image you had made up in your mind of him. He definitely didn’t seem like the type to waste away many hours behind a desk. None of the top pro heroes seemed the type to be honest, with a few exceptions like Nighteye maybe.

“Himari is the head of administration, she does most of my planning and such. I just check my phone calendar and she tells me where to be. You’ll spend quite a lot of time with her. You can wait in her office for now.”

You walked into the door that he held open, taking a seat across the neatly organized desk.  You turned around in your seat as you noticed Hawks not following. “I’m going home for a quick nap, I have some shoots in the afternoon. Good luck Y/n.”

With that, he closed the door and left you alone in the office. You had a few moments of silence, a few minutes of rest before the internship would turn into actual work, and you made great use of them to calm down. Nearly an hour had passed since Hawks had picked you up at the entrance and showed you around the agency. Time had flown by, and it had been hard to focus within Hawk’s presence. He seemed so easygoing, so laid back. A lot of his hero persona seemed genuine, and you found this a very attractive trait. And truth be told, his personality wasn’t the only attractive thing. 

You coughed to clear your throat and your own mind. You were here to grow as a hero. Surely, you had your ulterior motive of wanting to reconnect with your little childhood friend, but the more you thought about it now that you were here, the more that seemed like a bad idea. Your gut was contradicting your brain, because even the little contact just now was enough to make you crave more somehow. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by someone entering the office you were sitting in. A beautiful looking young woman entered and approached you to shake your hand.

“You must be y/n, I’m Himari.” 

You stood up, murmuring a “Nice to meet you” back as you shook her hand, a little disoriented from your thoughts being interrupted so suddenly.

“Welcome here. I will be your go-to for all your questions and concerns during your internship with Hawk’s agency. ”

“Thank you.” 

“I am assuming you want to spend as much time as possible with Hawks himself, and while I will be doing my best to assign you things that will allow you to work with him, I must warn you… He is a bit of a loner when it comes to hero work. He’s too fast for most to keep up with.” 

You nodded understandingly, Hawks was notorious for his speed and he had said it so himself earlier as well. You were still hoping there was some role left for you out in the field. You were by no means future top ten material, but you were definitely working hard enough to make a name for yourself in school. You were sure there were some ways in which you could even be useful to someone like Hawks. 

Himari continued: “that being said. Would you be up for some media work? It’s all part of being a hero too, and Hawks doesn’t mind some company when he’s out on set.” 

You blinked a couple times. While she was right, PR work was a lot of a pro’s job, you hadn’t even considered it being part of your internship. Especially not next to someone like Hawks. 

“I don’t… I-”

Himari laughed. “Oh don’t worry, it’s not as bad as it seems. And it’ll be a great way to get your face out there for future job opportunities.” 

You nodded, because she was right. There was nothing to lose if you’d do this, and it seemed like the best way to actually spend time with Hawks. 

“You’re right, it’s a very good opportunity. I would like to try it out.” 

She nodded and grabbed a pen, moving behind her desk to scribble some things down.

“Well… other than that I have a variety of work for you. Do you have something to write with? Because this might be a lot to take in all at once.” 

You panicked a little. You had put a snack, some drinks and all the essentials in your bag to take with you, but pen and paper, something you’d never failed to bring to school, was something you now completely forgot to bring here. Your panic was only short lived when Himari slid a notebook and a pen across the desk for you to take. You mumbled a thanks as she started to list up all your possible tasks and what would be expected from you if they’d be assigned to you. 

The list seemed endless and your hand was a little sore when she finally stopped talking and you had a vague idea of all the things they could possibly ask from you. Nothing your training at UA hadn’t prepared you for, and yet, seeing it all stacked up like this in a nice list made it seem a little overwhelming. The most disappointing part of it all was the amount of tasks you had put a little star next to: the things where you would actually be working together with Hawks. 

The first couple of days you only ran into him sporadically, doing some patrols with another sidekick, filing reports, helping Himuri with contacting certain brands for advertising… Hawks stopped by your office twice to check up on you, and both those moments, you felt like you were on top of the world. Despite working very hard and most of the time not really doing the work you were hoping to do, the little moments you got to spend with him, where you were important enough to him to just come say hi to, made it all worth the hard work.  

Today’s meeting had been especially motivating. He sat on your desk, telling you that he had heard great things about Himari of your work. You could only smile and thank him profusely, your heart racing the moment he smiled and winked at you. “Let’s hope you do just as well on set tomorrow.”

You choked on air while trying to form a response and coughed a couple times. The wink had activated a whole new level of butterflies and you felt almost embarrassed to admit that at this point, you were actually developing a crush on your mentor, your childhood friend, even though he had no idea who you are besides a hardworking intern. You knew you’d be accompanying him on a commercial shoot the next day, you had not expected to actually get involved in the shooting. 

“I will do my best to not disappoint you si- I mean Hawks.”

He laughed. His eyes closed, shoulders shaking. A genuine laugh. It was a little loud, and with anyone else, you’d have thought it insincere. But from him, it was the best thing you’d heard in a while. 

“No need to be nervous, I’ll help you through it. After all, it’s only natural that I’d actually do some mentor work, right?” He smiled again, and you could only nod, clearing your throat as you tried to get rid of an itch that had persisted after the coughing fit. 

“I’ll leave you to your paperwork for now. I’ll see you tomorrow y/n.” 

“I look forward to working with you tomorrow.”

“Oh and Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t be an hour early, if you sleep in, you’ll make life easier for the people doing the make-up.”

He chuckled, closing the door behind him as you looked down at your paper in embarrassment. You knew he was kidding, but still felt a little ashamed every time he referenced the hour you had been waiting at the front door when you just started. You wiped away a droplet of spittle that had flown from your mouth in the earlier coughing fit, grabbing a tissue to clean the tiny spot from your desk. You were shocked to see the little patch on your tissue was red.

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[zarithnova]

Cuddle with me

Warnings: NONE except for Aizawa accidentally slapping you.

Fluff and slight Angst

GN Reader

Plot: You and Aizawa had been married for years now and it has been the best thing that happened in your entire life. But lately things have been rough between you two. With the kidnapping of his student, Bakugou and the rescue mission of Eri (who you called her as your own daughter).

You and Aizawa had barely spent time together. You know Aizawa has been stressed with taking care of his students, training Eri to control her quirk, and paperworks thrown to him left and right. There's not a single day you have missed spending time with him.

It was a nice day in the Heights Alliance. You and Eri were in the kitchen making lunch for Aizawa, since you've noticed he hasn't eaten anything yet. You chop the onions while Eri helps stir the pot. "Eri?" You called out to the child.

Eri hummed in response and stopped stirring for a second to face you, "Yes mommy?" Eri said. You smile knowing Eri is getting used to calling you mommy. Of course, you didn't mind seeing you know Eri didn't have any mother figure when Overhaul took her. It honestly shocked you when she called you that for the first time.

"Hi there! My name's Y/n, I'm this sleepyhead's wife." You introduce yourself to the small child for the first time. Eri looks at you with tremor hands, lifting it for a handshake. Thinking it was a polite way when you try to introduce yourself. She always sees Overhaul do this when he introduces himself to his 'friends' or allies.

"E.. Eri" she stuttered out an introduction. You smile at her, before shaking her hand as to not be impolite. "It's nice to meet you, Eri. Do you want to see your new room and toys?" You ask.

Eri hesitantly nod, grabbing your hand shyly which you didn't really mind and guided her to her new room. You arrive in front of a light blue door that has a cute hanging red sign on it. Engraved on the sign is Eri's name in cursive letters.

You opened the door, revealing the galaxy painted walls of the room. A single bed perched against the wall, a night stand right beside it and a moon shaped lamp rest on top of it. Stuffed animals scattered neatly around the room, many coming for different sizes.

"I hope you like it, I was the one who painted the walls while Aizawa had to get the stuff from the mall." You said, feeling worried that Eri might not like the room both you and Aizawa set up for her. Eri stood there, in shock and trying to take everything in. Eri tears up causing Y/n to panic, scared that she must've done something wrong about the paint or the design of the walls.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know what you like so I had to be creative and I thought that you have been in that facility for years now, you haven't seen the stars look like if you want I could always change-" You were cut off from your rambling when you felt arms wrapped around you legs.

"I.. It's perfect, thank you mommy!" Eri thanked, clearly happy and grateful for doing all of this for her. You froze when you heard those words come out of her mouth. Your heart melts seeing that she's warming up to you quickly.

"Would you be a dear and get me tupperwares so I can finally put all of this food for your Dadzawa." You said, looking over your shoulder at Eri. "Okay!" Eri climbs down the stool carefully and drags it towards where the tupperwares are being kept. While Eri is busy getting the tupperware, you finish the finishing touches before turning off the stove.

Steam of the curry quickly spreads around the kitchen and you squeal at the delicious smell from it. "Here you go mommy!" Eri said, tiptoeing to place the tupperware on the counter. You gladly thanked her and as a reward, you grabbed a candy apple in the fridge and gave it to her.

Eri smiled widely and quickly took a bite off of it. "thank you mommy!" She smiled. You chuckled at her cuteness and continued to prepare Aizawa's food.

You and Eri walk through the empty hallways of the school, hand in hand, to the direction of Aizawa's class 1-A. The food safely places in the plastic bag your free hand is holding. "Mommy, can I go to Mirio-nii's class please?" Eri asked, looking up to you with her big red eyes.

You smile and nod, "sure, I think your Daddy can wait a little longer for his lunch." You giggle. Eri happily cheered and skipped along with you, her hands holding yours.

You drop off Eri in Mirio's class, saying your excuse to Vlad for interrupting his lessons. You gave Eri a kiss goodbye on the cheek before walking back to your main direction. Class 1-A.

You heard the bell ring as a warning that it was finally lunch time, now you have free time with Aizawa without anyone interrupting your time together. With that thought, you practically flew to the direction of the classroom at how fast you ran (somehow you didn't even spill nor mess the curry up in the bag).

“Miss Y/n, are you looking for Mr. Aizawa?” Mina asks, as soon as you get there. You nod with a smile on your face, evidently happy that you get to see Aizawa since it has been a few days since you've seen him. Yes, you see him in your own quarters but it's only when he comes back from patrol or him sleeping on the couch for a few minutes before going back to work. “Yeah, is he in the classroom?” You ask.

The Bakusquad nod in response except for Bakugou, who was getting annoyed by the second. Bakugou pushed past the squad, roughly if I might add. “You’re blocking the fucking way extra.” He growled.

You raised your brows which he saw causing him to freeze from his spot. “Bakugou.. What did I tell you about pushing people around and insulting them?” You warned, the tone in your stern. Bakugou clicked his tongue and mumbled an apology, his cheeks slightly red when he did so. He quickly stormed off, causing you to laugh at his reaction. “I have to go and see Shota now or he might get cranky without his lunch.” She jokingly said, waving the squad goodbye.

“Shota, I got you your lunch.” You said, cheerfully walking in while closing the door behind you. You walk towards his desk, giving him a peck on his cheek like you always did after you two got married. It was what you've always done whenever you visited him or he came back from work. He grunt in response, continuing to grade the papers.

“Eri and I made you some curry, I hope you like it.” You continue to talk, putting the bag beside his files. Aizawa once again grunt in response but a lot more deeper than the last one. You slightly frown, disappointed that he hasn’t acknowledged you at all since you arrived with the curry. “I’ll be leaving then, you can go eat the curry if you want to.” You sigh, you walk out of the room not even bothering to give a kiss goodbye seeing he’s busy.

After you get back from Aizawa’s class you walk back from you and Aizawa’s floor, completely dejected at the fact Aizawa didn’t even bat an eye in your direction. You sigh under your breath, walking towards the couch and laid down, since you don’t have anything to do at the moment.

You heard a door slammed open and shut, making you sit up from your comfortable position on the couch. You saw Aizawa storming in with an enraged look on his face and you quickly walked over to him, placing a hand on his cheeks only for him to jerk his head away from your touch as if it caused him great pain. “Sho? Are you ok?” You asked, with furrowed brows completely baffled at the fact that he jerked away from you.

It wasn’t like him to just jerk away from you since he always loves your touch. The only time he does this is if there was something hurting him or if he was bothered by something. Aizawa glared at you which confused you more, “Sho?”

“Don’t fucking touch me.” He snapped at you, taking you aback from what he said. “What’s wrong sho? Did I do something wrong?” You ask, feeling a little desperate to know what made him this way. Shota continues to glare at you before walking away to the kitchen. You grab his hand to stop which was a mistake.

Your head jerked to the side as you felt a sting of pain on your cheek, your arm fell to your side as your eyes widened from what he did. Never in your life with him that he ever laid a hand on you like that and this was the first time he ever did it. “Y..Y/n.. I” Shota froze after he realized what he did to you. You took a step back away from him, still shocked from the slap. “I.. I didn’t mean to..” You shake your head, storming off to your shared room, tears streaming from your eyes.

You don’t know how many hours passed since you locked yourself in your shared room, crying your eyes out just from a single slap. But you notice it was a long time since it was already dark outside. You laid in your bed, not even going outside to satisfy the hunger you feel.

The door from the room opened but you didn’t look to see who it was since you were too tired to even move. “Y/n..” You can hear Shota’s voice say. You felt the bed dipped and an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to his chest. “I’m sorry..”

‘I’m so sorry…” He muttered, kissing your shoulder, his stubble tickling you a little. “I didn’t mean to hit you kitten..” He said, kissing your neck. You turn around to face him, wrapping your arms around him, mumbling that you already forgive him and that you understand that he was stressed from work. “What can I do to make it up to you kitten?” He asked, looking at you in the eye.

“Just.. Cuddle with me.”

[bokunowritingacademia]

Request:  If it's okay, can I request omegaverse, with alpha Hawks and Dabi (separately) trying to seduce a shy and/or prickly/fiery omega? Headcanons or a scenario, it doesn't matter to me. Whichever you'd like. thank you so much!!!!

It’s not your first heat. Despite all the nerves, the worry, the curiosity that burned through your thoughts, it simply wasn’t your first heat--you were quite comfortable in your body and sexual habits, in fact.

But that didn’t change how utterly alpha Hawks was and how you yearned for his touch the moment you caught his scent. It was so comforting and warm, something beyond description (as most scents were), but it certainly filled you with peace regardless, especially after the two of you became dedicated mates of one another.

It’s one of the reasons that spending time with him, a lazy Saturday afternoon on the couch playing video games, was a nice as it could be. The soft, almost luxurious touch of his feathers against your skin, wrapped around your body was nothing short of lovely. It was almost like he was holding you, cradling you against his body while your eyes rested idly upon the flashing television screen.

“Wanna have sex?”

The words struck you blind for a few slow, solid seconds. Your eyes blinked as you kept your gaze looking ahead--and Hawks himself merely continued to play through the rest of the level on his game, almost as if he hadn’t asked anything at all, let alone--well, let alone that.

“Ex-excuse me?” The words practically sputtered from your lips.

“You heard me,” Hawks said, just a touch of smug hanging onto his voice. “You’ve been smelling like that all morning--it’s irresistible.”

He finally reached an arm over, wrapping it around your shoulders and bringing you closer still against his warm body.

“Smelling like what?” you asked, half-amused.

The man hummed, tilting his head one way, then the other, but finally so that his chin pressed against the top of your head.

“Like you’re reeeally likin’ me right now, baby bird.” Hawks made an overly-dramatic gesture of dropping the controller before he wrapped his other arm around you. He snuggled you close, his wings moving to wrap around you as well, practically cocooning the two of you together on the soft, warm couch. “You smell so good, babe. Are you close to your heat or something?” 

You could feel the soft nuzzle of his face against your head, his breath hot and intimate. Hawks’ scent flared slightly, though whether it was from the physical proximity or the supposed early-onset of your heat pheromones, you couldn’t exactly pinpoint. The attention was delightful regardless, especially since recent months had him out and about for his hero work often--being the #2 pro hero has its perks, sure, but also some defined drawbacks--being away from home more often just happened to be one of them.

“I don’t....remember it being that close,” You murmur in only a half-hearted reply. You were almost certain that your heat was still a good month off--even a little fluctuation would put it several weeks away; it wasn’t hard to see (to smell) what Hawks was trying to accomplish.

And damn if it wasn’t working.

After all, it’s not very hard for him to seduce you--you are already head over heels for him, attracted to every little detail that made the man special. He could simply whisper in your ear and stroke his fingertips down your back and you’d be one breath away from falling into bed with him. But despite how easily your heart raced for him, the man didn’t hold back on his ever-constant attempts to woo you so completely that it’s hard to think he hadn’t fought the eyes of plenty other men and women alike in his life—

But he had eyes only for you. Sharp, golden eyes that felt akin to the predator of his heroic namesake. Eyes that made your breath go still and your heartbeat go into overdrive.

“Well, it sure smells like you’re gettin’ pretty close,” he murmurs into your cheek, body starting to rumble with a low noise that almost resembled a purr—instinctual as an alpha, and hardly a habit he tried to hide from you when he held you like that. “Haven’t noticed any missing feathers though. Not nesting yet?”

You shake your head and use the motion to press closer to the curve of his throat. His scent is warm and inviting, like coffee and suede, making you feel so comfortable in how your bodies fit together that you might have fallen right asleep—if it wasn’t for everything else tickling against your interested nerves.

Hawks purr-hums again. He tugs his wings closer around the two of you, until you can deal soft feathertips brush against the back of your legs. Protective. Possessive. Though the man tried to keep his emotions and instincts in-check for the majority of the time, even he couldn’t resist giving in a little to the desire coursing through his veins—not when you can feel the thick layers of pheromones falling from your skin and scenting glands.

“One of these days you’re gonna forget about it while I’m out at work,” he says offhandedly. “And what are you gonna do about it then?”

“I’ll just come to your office.”

The words, though muffled against Hawks’ throat, are spoken purely in jest. It seems ridiculous that you would make it even halfway between the apartment and agency without losing your goddamn mind, but the words seem to fall firmly enough that he stiffens quite considerably beneath you. As if he hadn’t even entertained the thought.

“That’s a dangerous idea right there, baby bird.” He shifts, just enough so he can stroke his hands down between your shoulderblades and back. “You might catch me on the tail-end of a villain arrest. Maybe even got all that adrenaline still pumping in me—and then you show up looking like a damn feast? Are you wantin’ me to go a little feral on that sweet ass of yours?”

Heat fills your cheeks at both the accusation and the sound of his voice giving focused life to the thought; whether you intended for the fantasy to take a life of its own, you can’t quite deny the fact that it feels hot—hot enough that you have to rub your thighs together to relieve some of the tension between them.

But Hawks reads your silence with ease, hands roaming down to hips and holding on tight.

“Does my sweet baby bird got a dirty little fantasy? Don’t feel shy ‘bout it any, ‘cause I sure have plenty of them.”

“Y-you do?”

When you pull your face back to try and meet his gaze in search of jest or honesty, the eyes that meet yours are deep and dangerous, pupils blown wide with a lust Hawks doesn’t even attempt to hide. You can feel his wings press closer, feathers fluffing up according to instinct and desire.

“I might be more inclined to tell you all the filthy little details once you’re bouncing on my cock, baby bird,” his hands grab at your ass needily, pulling your hips down against his own so your bodies start to rhythmically grind together. “I’ll tell you one for every time I make you orgasm—“ his face moves closer to your ear, and his voice drops to a deep, husky rumble. “—and I got a lot of fantasies about you.”

If your heat hadn’t started before, it certainly kicked off from the sound of those words alone.

[ererokii]

hiii!!! i came from gabbi’s little community!! may i have yo shindou, bakugou katsuki, and todoroki shouto headcanons with a short s/o??

I may or may not have put personal experiences😌

Katsuki Bakugo

this boy LOVES to mess with you

Would purposely put things on the higher shelf to see you struggle

“K-Katsu! I can’t get it!”

“I got it for you.” And would be proud as fuck

He loves to rest his arm on top of your head

Crouches to your height to make eye contact with you, absolutely loves the flustered look on your face

“S-stop staring at me like that! I’m not that short!”

“Uh huh. Sure whatever you say babe”

When you’re alone, he loves holding your smaller frame against his

Seeing you wear any of his clothing brings him a wave of satisfaction

You wearing just his t shirt may or may not turn him on just a bit

Shouto Todoroki

Endeavor’s son dating someone smaller? Way smaller?

He is so PROTECTIVE OF YOU

literally you can be using a stool or a chair to reach something on the top cabinet

“What are you doing? You can hurt yourself get down. Call for me next time.”

“Shouto I can do it”

“I don’t care”

He loves the feel of your much smaller hand in his bigger hand

Loves to tease now and then

“How’s the weather down there?”

“T-The weather is the same as it is up there!”

“Is it now?”

When taking naps, he loves feeling your body on top of his as he rubs small circles into your back

Yo Shindo

a big fucking tease

Like bakugo he would purposely put things higher for you to then ask him for help

When walking into a room he would be looking around “has anyone seen Y/N?”

“Yo I’m right here!” And you would be standing in front of him

“I haven’t found Y/N yet!”

He would definitely be standing up tall when you want kisses.

“You want? Come and get them”

Enjoys watching the struggle as you would have to physically climb him for one

Carries you around like a fucking baby, literally.

“Look what I found! A baby!”

“Yo put me down this is embarrassing!”

“Aw really? Well I’ll keep doing it!”

[blackenedwhite97]

Pregnant Panic- Poly! Erasermic x Reader

Hello! this was a requested fic from quite some time ago. I'll be catching up at some point, i'm in my final year of university so update will be more spaced out for the next few months.

Content Warning: Discussions of paternity, some medically accurate potentially a little gross conversations and mentions and depictions of anxiety and panic.

This story includes and Polyamorous relationship

Polyamory: the practice of engaging in multiple sexual relationships with the consent of all the people involved.

It was killing them. You’d think with how tired and unwell Shouta looked and how uncomfortable Hizashi seemed that they were the pregnant ones. Shouta was the most stressed you’d ever seen him, not because he didn’t want a child but because he was scared he’d be a bad father. You’d stayed up many late nights with him, looking out at the dark city skyline through the living room window, him drumming up ways he’d fail as a father and you countering them with rationale and reassurance. He wanted to be there, he wanted to be present. You all knew he was around the least; he was a teacher during the day and a full-time hero at night. Hizashi was usually home at night, at least.

Hizashi wanted two things. The first, to be as good of a dad as he knew Shouta was going to be. The second, to know which one of them had knocked you up. Hizashi, unlike Shouta had full confidence in Shouta’s ability as a father. Hizashi also had confidence in his own ability to be a father. Yet, and you assumed it was natural, the two of them compared themselves to each other constantly. They both felt like they had to fill a role that was usually filled by only one parent, a father. In regard to his second wish: It was driving him insane. Hizashi didn’t want to know for the reason of ascertaining who the “real” dad was, it was more of a who’s quirk we might have to deal with.

While it’s not a given that a child’s quirk is going to be the same as your parents, it’s still a possibility. A possibility some families count on so greatly that they arrange marriages based on quirk compatibility to keep their bloodline strong and on the top tiers of society. Your little mismatched family never worried about that sort of thing, whether this child was a telekinetic like you, made your ears bleed when they threw a tantrum like Hizashi or could shut his dad up like Shouta, or even if they were quirkless you’d all love them with every fiber of your beings.

This was going to be one lucky kid.

Hizashi was squirming around in his chair, his legs going from being slung over the arm rest to being tucked underneath him. Shouta was as still as a statue save the tip of his boot where his toes were wiggling with nervous energy. Hizashi shifted his position for the umpteenth time, his legs swinging around towards Shouta, their knees bumping. Shouta shot out his hand and gripped Hizashi’s knee, holding him in place.

“Stop squirming.” He grumbled.

Hizashi stilled and slumped back, splaying his limbs out dramatically. “Babe, come here.”

Hizashi looked slide long at you through his lashes and a grinned, waving you over.

“Sure, yeah. Hold on, lemme just-” you placed a hand under your swollen stomach as if that would help carry any of the weight and hopped off the examination table. You landed in a wide stance, almost losing your balance from the nearly one-foot drop. It was pitiful, since you’d started to really show it was almost like all of your hero training went straight out the door. Mind you, your hips were wider than they’d ever been, and you were twenty-seven pounds heavier than you’d ever been. You also constantly had a little critter kicking you in your bladder, which was very new.

You waddled towards Hizashi, the smallest of grins pulling at Shouta’s mouth as he watched you. He found your knew range of mobility highly entertaining. You stopped just short of Hizashi’s wildly splayed out feet, nudging one with the toe of your shoe.

“Can you stand behind me for a sec?’ Hizashi sat up straight. “I wanna try something.”

“Okay?” you raised an eyebrow but waddled around him anyways.

As soon as you were behind him he leaned back in his chair and propped his head back on your belly. He closed his eyes and sighed in contentment. “Now, I’m comfy.”

You stared down at him as he fought a stupid grin, trying to keep his face serene. Goof. “I’m glad our kid is already good for something.” You sighed, stroking the top if Hizashi’s head and smoothing his hair back.

Shouta blinked, his brows knitting together. “You are such a dad already.”

“Been practicing!” Hizashi quipped, shooting up and snapping one of his fingers into a gun.

Shouta rolled his eyes but couldn’t help himself and chuckled.

The door to the examination room opened and in walked a kind looking older woman with deep smile lines and dark shining eyes. She looked like she worked with babies for a living, there was a pure unadulterated kindness about her. “Mrs. Y/L/N?”

“Hi, yeah that’s me.” You turned towards her and stretched out a hand.

She took it with a smile and eyed the two men in the chairs. “Which one of you is the father?”

The three of you had agreed when this all started happening for the sake of appointments that weren’t with doctors you’d be seeing regularly Shouta was going to be the father. It was hard enough explaining that the three of you were together romantically anyways, add a baby in and the fact that you don’t know which one of them was the biological father and you have a proper scandal. Out of the three of you Hizashi was the most recognizable and had the closest thing you could equivalate to a fan base so Shouta felt that in order to keep a sense of privacy around all of this he’d be the place holder father. You’re doctor and OB GYN both understood the whole situation, of course they needed to. Both had been in favor of a paternity during the pregnancy, which you had wanted to fore go until after the birth. At this point in the pregnancy it would have to be an invasive test and with this being your first child the three of you were so nervous you didn’t want to even consider taking that chance.

Shouta cleared his throat and stood up, reaching out for a hand shake as well. “That would be me.”

Hizashi shrunk down in his chair, he had agreed to this prearrangement, but it still stung a bit. You placed a brief set of comforting pats on his shoulder and he straightened up a bit.

“Right,” the kind eyed woman took his hand. “everything seems to be going well and on track. If you wanted to go over specific we could step into another room?”

She eyed Hizashi, and curious look about her. It was probably rare to see a friend sitting in on any sort of appointment. You shook your head and spoke up.

“Oh, he’s here to help us keep track of everything. I have total baby brain and Sho gets… overwhelmed.” You smiled at her reassuringly, trying to normalize the situation.

“O-okay.” She looked down at the clip board in her hand and skimmed the page. “The only thing I would say is out of the ordinary is that all signs are pointing to a later birth than expected. This is completely normal, of course. There are a few options if we feel as though the little one if take their sweet time a little too seriously such as inducing birth.”

You looked down at your swollen belly, your little one didn’t even stir. Why would they want to leave anyways, the little shit was swaddled in warmth and had a direct line to all the caving food you were constantly supplied with. Aside from the waddling, miniscule range of motion, tiny bladder and hip and back pain you didn’t mind being pregnant too much. The boys were totally whipped, which you tried not to take too much advantage of. But you were human and Hizashi was getting really good at baking.

“Inducing how?” Hizashi questioned from his seat.

“W-well,” she looked at you and Shouta for approval before speaking, Shouta nodded. “there are ways to induce labour through hormonal injection as well as more slightingly invasive physical ways, however it all depends on the circumstances. We prefer the less invasive ways for new parents generally speaking.”

Hizashi nodded and there was an awkward silence for a few seconds. The woman looked between the three of you then looked back down at the sheet and began tearing slips off along the perforated lines. “Here are your prescription cards, signed off by Dr. Onishi.”

“Thanks.” You took the slips from her outstretched hands and she slipped out of the room, you could have sworn her polite smile slipped from her face as she closed the door behind her. She sniffed you three out.

“Invasive?” Shouta mumbled. “How invasive?”

Hizashi shrugged as he stood up, grabbing your jacket off the end of the exam table to help you into it. You turned around and let him help you into it, even putting on a jacket was harder when you were this pregnant.

“They’ll stick a plastic hook up my vagina a pop the amniotic sack thing.” You explained, expecting full well the boy’s reactions.

Hizashi shivered violently and let go your jacket, shaking himself out like a dog trying to rid itself of water after a swim. Shouta’s nose flared and his eyes rolled to the side as he frowned.

“Is that painful?” Hizashi asked, his voice still shaky.

“No one on google really said anything about that but it’s safe to assume is they won’t talk about it, it’s not good.” You shrugged.

“Ew.” Hizashi stuck out his tongue like a kid tasting adult food for the first time.

“Yeah, can we uh, stop talking about this?” Shouta, if it had been possible, had paled out. Throughout the pregnancy Shouta had gone from the toughest out of the three of you to the one that was the most squeamish about everything. Sure, Hizashi was over dramatic and very vocal about his thoughts and feelings but he always had been. For Shouta, the idea of your body literally contorting to stabilize itself only for it all the end in hours of screaming, crying and otherworldly pain was too much. Normal injuries? Doable. Anyone could get hurt. Giving birth? That was something only you could do out of the three of you and he didn’t like that.

“Sure.” You smiled at him and he hooked his arm under yours as you all made your way out of the building to the busy street outside.

“What’s up for dinner?” Hizashi asked, pulling up his collar against the wind. The winter was blowing in and Japan was in the early stages of grey skies windows and cool winds, not yet covering in heavy snow and frozen streets.

“Um, I kinda forgot it was my night.” You muttered. If you hadn’t been the pregnant you’d have been subject to a somewhat sarcastic lecture at the hands of Hizashi, but you were practically untouchable now-a-days.

“Let’s just pick up something on the way home.” Shouta grumbled.

“I gotta fill my prescriptions, though. We can just go to the grocery store, there’s a pharmacy in the back.” You said.

“I don’t want to make you cook.” Shouta sniffed, the cold air making his nose run. “Plus, it’s cold as hell and the grocery store is refrigerated, I don’t want you getting sick.”

“Sho I can-” you started to protest.

“Dad has spoken.” Hizashi chimed in, wrapping and arm around your shoulder. “We can split, Y/n and I can head home a grab food on the way, and you can go fill her prescriptions?”

“Nice try, Mr. “I-wear- a jacket- all- the-time-for-fashion”. You go get the pills; we’ll get the food. I’m fucking freezing.” Shouta poked Hizashi in the forehead.

“I can’t help that I like the layered look, Sho.” Hizashi huffed. You turned to his and gave him a peck on the tip of his nose, a dopey grin spreading across his lips. God he was easy to butter up, he was such a glutton for physical affection.

You took off you scarf and wrapped it around his neck and handed him your prescription slips. “Your assignment Present Mic.”

“Aye-Aye, Ma’am.” He saluted dramatically.

“You own me a warm drink when I get home!” he added over his shoulder at Shouta who was already wrapping his arms around you as you waited for the walk signal.

Shouta was a furnace as the best of time and a miniature sum at the worst of times. You’d taken his temperature before, worried that he had fevers or worked himself sick in the early days of your relationship. He was always around the normal base line, he just radiated heat like crazy. You sank back into him and let his thick wavy hair curtain around your face. You looked up and make eye contact with his smoldering dark eyes, a soft smile on his lips.

“Hey.” You said.

“Hey.” He hummed into your hair.

“What do you want to eat?” you asked.

“Hmm,” she closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “something warm.”

The cars came to a halt and the walk chime sounded as the pedestrian light lit up. “Ramen it is.” you chirped and skipped awkwardly froward, your splayed hips not exactly made for such enthusiastic movement. He trailed behind you; your hand clasped in his.

The Ramen shop on the way was the kind of shop you couldn’t eat in; it was a thin rectangular shop with just enough room for a line and the counter. You had never minded before but lately the lack of seating options as you waited was less than ideal. You and Shouta had to make do with leaning into each other, him trying to support you but making a makeshift seat with his thighs while she leaned against the wall. The cashier rang a small bell and called your order number with a polite thank-you. You scuttled to the counter and retrieved the expertly packed bags of lidded ramen bowls.

When you made it back to Shouta he was staring down at his phone, his normal peaceful tiredness replaced by an annoyed alertness. He was frowning and pulling away from the wall.

“What’s wrong?” you asked just in time for him to look up at you.

“Uh, there’s an emergency call for heroes. Like, three blocks from here.” He looked as though if he hadn’t been waiting for you to return he’d have already dashed out of the door. It was in his blood, Shouta was a hero and until one the assholes had knocked you up so were you. The splayed hips somewhat dulled that itch to jump into action, but you could remember how it drove you crazy.

“Go.” You nodded. “I can get home.”

“Y-you’re- really?” he turned towards the door and you could see him winding up like a spring action toy.

“Yes, go!” you waved him off. Without another work he was off, the door swinging in the wake of his exit. Although you hated to admit it, this kid had changed more than just your body. You never worried like you did now. You were never so afraid od the average mission or call turning into something catastrophic, you were paranoid about patrols in good neighborhood and rescuing cats from trees. Shouta literally rescued a cat the other night and when he was telling you about it all you could see was him toppling out of the tree and getting hurt. Whenever one of them left for work they would be setting up times to check in, and Hizashi being the chronically late guy that he is had to suddenly start keeping track of time. You didn’t want to raise this kid without either of them and while you all knew full well that it was a possibility with the life you all lived, it still terrified you to no end.

You tried to calm yourself as you stepped out onto the street, people were still milling about, and there was no thirty-foot inferno to speak of so things couldn’t have been that bad. You waddled the rest of the way home, bags of soup sloshing around in your hands, trying to stay calm. You weren’t doing very well. Usually you had at least one of the boys with you or they were together but no doubt Hizashi also had gotten the message. You groaned to yourself, knowing full well he’d also responded.

Your hands were shaking, hoping it was just the cold you rooted around in your pockets for your keys. Getting them in the door was an experience, both frustrating and upsetting in the only the way a pregnant person can attest to. Were the tears running down your face because you couldn’t get the key in the door or because you were a walking rage pile or hormones and anxiety? You whipped angrily at your tears and shoved open the building door, warm air washing over you. At least it was warm.

The building got more and more blurry as you made your way to your apartment, tears fulling your eyes until the lights were just wavering streaks. You were huffing breaths into what felt like air starved lungs, sobs pounding against your cheat trying to break free. You choked them down and rushed through our door, leaving the ramen in the hallway as you slammed the door shut behind you.

You really didn’t feel like being very very pregnant and having a panic attack. You started to pace around, running your hand through the soft blanket across the back of the couch and pressing your palms to the cool counter top as you went back and forth between eh kitchen and living room. Some tears fell but your eyes dried and soon enough your lungs stopped convulsing for air. You were still shaking and a knot was still tight in your gut but you had for the time being subdued the panic. With this new clarity you went you your room and pulled out you professional phone, the battery low having not been used in weeks.

You had also received the distress signal:

10 Ave and 4 St. Grand villain activity: League of Villain members sited at scene of disturbance. Requesting all back up in immediate area. Priority: Containment.

League of Villains. You’re stomach dropped, almost painfully. You gripped onto the sheets of the bed as you slid to your knees, panic rising in your chest again. You knew they were among other heroes, that Hizashi wasn’t a frontline fighter and Shouta would have a horde of heroes trying the keep him in play. You knew this. You also knew them, and that they could be stupid. Shouta had climbed a Goddamned tree the other night FOR A CAT. He could have fallen and died for a CAT. You choked down another sob. Hizashi was always the centre of attention and he did it on purpose. What if he tried to distract the villains and got hurt doing it? He’d done that once before on a mission and came home with a nasty concussion.

What if it was worse this time? What if the League was more organized?

You choked on another sob.

Warm arms wrapped around you and you jumped, trying to pull away.

“Hey, whoa, babe it’s me.” Hizashi hummed calmly. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s Zashi.”

He brought a hand to your head and held you against his chest, scooting closer to you in his crouching position. He kissed the top of your head and rubbed circles into your hair with his thumb and held you like that until you were able to calm yourself. “What happened?”

“I got scared.” You sniffed. “And I’m pregnant.”

“Oh.” Hizashi chuckled, pulling back to look at you. His nose was still rosy from the cold and his hair was swept back in messy waves. “Sorry.”

“You should be.” You punched him the shoulder, once for every word.

“Ow!” he whined, holding his arms up in defense.

“You did this to me!” you wailed. Irrational, yes. Cathartic? Also, yes.

“I refuse to take ownership until we get that paternity test!” he laughed somersaulting away from you.

You were just about to give him a piece of your pregnant mind when you heard Sho enter the apartment and trip over a set of paper bags.

“Y/N?” he called. “Hun? Are you, okay?’

Hizashi jumped to his feet and darted out of the room, shouting wildly. “She’s angry!”

You tried to push yourself up to your feel but couldn’t, slumping back down onto the carpeted floor next to the bed. The threw your hands up in the air frustrated, all that panic from earlier having left your body. Being pregnant was a wild ride, whatever you felt was so strong and so consuming at the time, but it could fade just a quickly as it came.

“I’m stuck!” you pouted.

Shouta crept into the door frame, Hizashi hiding behind him. The two of them melting at the sight of you slumped, cross legged on the floor, belly swollen, unable to move. Shouta grinned, that same entertained grin from earlier. He made his way to you and grabbed your hands hauling you to your feet. You slumped into him, reaching out a hand to motion for Hizashi to join in. Not one to pass up a good group hug Hizashi happily wrapped his long gangling arms around you and Shout, ignoring your grunts and he squeezed.

“That didn’t take long.” You mumbled into Shouta’s chest.

“Illusion base quirk, I erased it and it turned out to be a bunch of low levels trying to make a scene to get away with some cash.” Shouta explained. “You okay?”

You nodded and hummed into his chest.

“You sure? There’s soup in the hallway.” His whiskers rubbed against your forehead.

“The baby got scared.” You muttered.

“Oh?” he hummed, as if in thought. He pulled away from you and knelt down, so he was level with you belly. “Listen up little one, there’s nothing in this world that your parents can’t handle so don’t so around worrying us like that okay?”

Hizashi stooped down and eyed your belly very seriously. “Especially, your mom. She’s already doing all the heavy lifting, dude!”

You dropped your face into your hands a laughed. Yeah, this was one lucky kid.

[quirk--karma]

The Things We Lose Aizawa x Reader

Aizawa looked at the clock yet again. He was probably just as eager as his students were for class to end on a Friday. Just another 17 minutes until the bell and he coul- “Daddy!” Tired eyes suddenly widened at the cute voice that followed pattering footsteps. Without much warning his two-year-old son came barreling towards him, eventually grabbing onto his leg. “Maka, mommy said to wait for her and not bother daddy in class!” Aizawa’s head turned to see his five-year-old daughter trying to round up her sibling. The sounds of murmurs and whispers from his class didn’t go unnoticed. Looking up he could see twenty pairs of wide eyes homing in on the two children who had suddenly made an appearance. The black-haired man sighed heavily.

Its not that he wanted to keep his loved ones a secret, but he definitely tried to keep a distance between his teaching life and his person life. But seeing as Maka and Keshi had just bridged that distance between the two worlds, Aizawa decided the only thing to do would be to introduce them. Lifting his son up and beckoning his daughter over he turned to the class, whose roaring mumbles trickled into dead silence. “Everyone, this is my daughter Keshi and my son Maka.  Keshi, Maka say hello to my students.” “Daddy are these the future hero students?!” His daughter asked with wide excited eyes. His son simply stared in amazement as his tiny hand timidly waved out to the teenagers. “Yes, they are.” “Put me down! Put me down!” Maka said suddenly fighting out of his father’s embrace. Before he knew it, his son was running between the rows of desks eyeing every single student. Most of the guys chuckled at the little boy’s antics and answered any questions he had about their quirks while the girls were squealing over the chubby toddler. “Sorry daddy, mama was trying to talk with her friend Ms. Midnight and she told me to watch Maka but he ran off to your class.” Keshi explained to her dad with a guilty look. He placed a hand on the girl’s soft messy hair and smiled. “That’s okay. Where is your mother?” “Oh she-” “I’m gonna be a hero too!” A determined little voice bellowed out from near the back of the class. Aizawa saw his son’s eyes sparkling as he clenched his little fists and stared up at a certain green haired student with determination. “Look what my quirk does!” Father senses kicked in as his son removed the glove from his left hand and knelt down to the floor. He saw the tips of his marker-like fingers ready to press to the ground before raising his voice. “Don’t draw on the floor!” Too late. The class chuckled at the boy’s cute lumpy character, which he looked rather proud of as he stared at it. “Wow, so your hands are markers? That’s pretty nea-” Midoriya stopped speaking as the image on the ground began to twitch. The entire class including the kid’s father watched on in amazement as a little 2d creature sprung up from the drawing and began crawling around the classroom. The two-year-old simply giggled in delight before looking to his father for praise. Aizawa felt his throat tighten at seeing his son’s quirk manifest for the first time. His quirk, it was just like- “Holy shit! Get it off me!” The class laughed as the explosive blonde tried swiping at the thing that was crawling over his body before hoping off. He’d let out a sigh of relief before practically jumping at the sudden appearance of his teacher’s daughter before him. “What the hell do you wa-” “That was a naughty word.” With that a small hand reached up and rubbed across his lips quickly but softly. Pulling away, the class was momentarily horrified to see Bakugou’s mouth completely gone as if wiped away. The teen began clawing at his face before the missing body part slowly rematerialized. Small sparks shot from Bakugou’s palms as he glared at the little girl, only to be surprised when her face didn’t falter an inch. “Keshi, don’t use your quirk on my students. Apologize.” Aizawa’s voice came out quiet but firm. “Sorry.” The young girl said never breaking eye contact. “You don’t sound sorry at all.” Bakugou said leaning towards her. “Because I’m not.” She whispered with a smirk before walking back over to her father. “Creepy little brat. She’s too much like her dad.” “Mr. Aizawa, we had no idea you had a family!” Mina exclaimed as she took a wonky 2d flower from a blushing Maka. “And with such impressive quirks!” Iida exclaimed examining the kid’s finger pads. “They really are amazing.” Izuku mumbled, jotting away in his journal. He tapped his pen to his lips momentarily before a figurative lightbulb went off. “I got it! Maka’s quirk reminds me of the former pro-hero, Scribble!” “That would be me.” A sweet voice called out from the front of the classroom. A beautiful woman in a wheelchair made her entrance into the classroom ignoring the dumbfounded stare from Aizawa. “Forgive me for interrupting your instruction time. I should have kept better tabs on my kids.” The woman said bowing her head slightly to the whole class. “Class was about to end in a few minutes anyway.” Aizawa said still staring at the chair the woman was sitting in. “Mama look what I made!” Maka said running up to her, holding his strange sentient drawing. The woman smiled brightly as she held her arm out to hold it and of course the class couldn’t help but notice it then. Midoriya, having known the back story of many pro-heroes, already knew to expect it but the attitude in the room shifted to see this wheel-chair bound woman with only a single arm. Before she could admire the drawing any further, the object suddenly melted into a little pool of ink that stained the woman’s palm. “Sorry mama!” “That’s okay baby, you’re still learning!” Mina suddenly took out a sheet of paper and placed her flower drawing on it to catch any ink spillage. “Wow! Ma’am it’s so amazing to meet you! I remember watching you on the news a few times when I was younger!” Izuku said standing up to give the woman a proper bow. “Please dear, don’t flatter me so much. And none of this ma’am business, I’m only 27!” “Oh yes sorry Mrs. Aizawa!” Izuku said with a big smile not missing the falter in her teacher’s face as well as the woman’s. “Just (Y/N) will do.” She said with a small fake smile. “Ahem for those of you who don’t know. This is (L/N) (Y/N), known by her hero name as Scribble. She’s Keshi and Maka’s mother.” While all the students said their hellos there was no denying that they all caught the weird way Mr. Aizawa had introduced her. “Mama mama! I found two new girlfriends in this class!” Maka exclaimed jumping into his mother’s lap. “What, two?!” Mina exclaimed, hopping up from her seat. “Who’s my competition?!” Behind her Tsuyu hid her own flower and heart drawing in her backpack. As the older woman laughed the release bell rang and all the students began to gather their stuff. Finally casting him a glance the woman attempted to speak up before Aizawa beat her to it. “Care to tell me why you’re in a wheelchair?” His students had cleared out by now and he was ready to let his questions free. The woman gave him a blank stare before turning to her kids with a huge smile. “Why don’t you two go and visit Uncle Zashi?” “Uncle Zashi! Uncle Zashi!!” The two exclaimed excitedly before bolting out of the classroom. “Well if you must know, they found the same issues as they did before. I chose to try a limb sparing surgery. It means I’ll have to be off my legs for a while but at least I actually get to keep them.” The dark-haired male scoffed but felt his demeanor soften as he grew worried again. “You could have kept me updated.” He replied with a slight damper in his voice. “What for?” An awkward silence spread between the two in the empty room before he spoke up once more. “I got to see Maka’s quirk. When did that happen?” “Last weekend. I know you were busy with training and couldn’t pick the kids up. He’s been super excited to show you ever since.” “And you didn’t you call to tell me that because…?” (Y/N) looked down at the lone hand in her lap. Aizawa wanted nothing more than to take back that stupid question, he knew damn well why she didn’t want to talk about it. “It’s just like my quirk used to be.” (Y/N) finally responded with a hoarse voice. Looking up she had an unreadable expression. “This is a long weekend, right? I’ll pick the kids up Monday afternoon. We already put all their stuff on your desk in the teacher work room. I’ll see you in a few days, Aizawa.” The whirl of the wheelchair’s motor hummed through the air as his ex-wife made her way out of the classroom. Staring after her retreating figure, Aizawa couldn’t help but think about how this was the most they’ve spoken in a year. ~~~~~ “Grilled cheese with pickle?” Aizawa asked with a quirked brow at his daughter’s weird request. “Yeah lots of pickles!” Keshi said slapping her hands on the table. “No crusts!” “Alright then. For you, Maka?” “Grilled cheese with tomato! Extra cheese and extra crispy!” “That’s how your mom likes her sandwiches too.” He commented feeling his own words tug at his heartstrings. He noticed his kids’ confusion as he pulled out the toaster along with a box of toaster bags. They watched as he prepared their sandwiches to their requests, placed them in little baggies and put them in the toaster. “What are you doing daddy?” Maka asked looking up at his father expectantly. “Making grilled cheese.” “That’s not the way mama does it!” He said a bit perplexed by his father’s unorthodox methods. Hearing that, Aizawa had vivid flashbacks to when he and (Y/N) were freshly graduated from U.A. New and broke heroes, he remembered fondly the way she would stand over the stove grilling sandwiches for dinner. He could imagine her sitting on the counter wiping her mouth, asking why he was staring at her so intensely, never realizing how beautiful she looked doing even the most mundane things. “But we will like them anyway daddy!” Keshi spoke up noticing a sudden crestfallen look on his face. “Maaakaa you made daddy cry!” Aizawa’s head snapped up at that comment. Looking up at his children, the blurred vision let him know that his eyes had indeed been watering. Rubbing at them he turned to put in his eyedrops. “I sorry daddy! I will eat all your food because its good like mama’s! Don’t be sad!” “No, don’t worry. You didn’t make me sad, I promise.” “Then why are your eyes teary, daddy?” Keshi asked with a small frown. Running a hand through his hair, he figured at the very least his eldest would understand what he meant. “I miss mama.” He answered honestly. “Why don’t you come visit us at mama’s house sometime?” “I don’t think mama wants me there.” “But why not daddy? I was asking some of my classmates and they say their mommies and daddies live together so why do you and mama have different homes?” Aizawa held his breath as he racked his mind for a way to answer that question. He knew things like this would eventually pop up as his kids got older but he’d hoped it wouldn’t be for awhile longer. “Well because moms and dads only live together when they are married. Mama and I aren’t married. Besides I need to stay here for my students.” He answered firmly, hoping it would be enough to squash the conversation. Sure, enough his kids wouldn’t let it go so easy. “Then why don’t you marry mama? Like me daddy, I’m gonna marry Ms. Mina and Ms. Tsu!” Maka said with a replenished sparkle in his eye. This caused his father to let out a sincere chuckle and smile at his kids. “Yeah daddy! Marry mama! You can bring her flowers like Uncle Zashi!” Aizawa felt his spine go rigid at his daughter’s innocent comment. He looked between both kids who held clueless smiles. He always promised himself he would never use his children as a means to get information about his ex-wife. He’d felt it was a scummy thing to do but right now he already felt like scum. “When did Uncle Zashi bring mama flowers?” “When she was in the hospital! Grandma and grandpa took care of us while mama was getting her legs fixed but sometimes Uncle Zashi would pick us up and we’d go eat and he’d take us to see mama. Every time he would bring her lots of flowers and candies!” “He’d buy us candy too!” “Would he now?” Aizawa had every emotion he’d ever felt whirling around in him before he smiled. “That’s good, I’m glad he bought my babies some sweets too.” “I’m no baby!” Maka protested with a little pout, before scrunching up his tiny nose. “Daddy something smells bad.” Snapping out of the conversation and his thoughts, Aizawa noticed that the sandwiches had yet to pop out despite the amount of time. Sure enough the toaster had been set to max and grey smoke was beginning to rise from the machine and burnt sandwiches. Quickly unplugging the machine, Aizawa lifted the toaster and rushed to place it outside the teacher’s dorms with his kids following on his trail. “Why does the toaster even go that high?!” His daughter exclaimed, trying to fan the smoke out of the building. “A villain must have been behind it!” Maka added, nibbling on a slice of cheese he snagged from the counter. “Okay, well dad tried. Get ready, we’re going out to eat.” The kids raced back inside, cheering. “And please brush your hair, Keshi!” “Brush yours, daddy!” “That’s fair.” He watched as his kids scrambled to get ready and finally let his face fall. Throwing himself on the nearest chair, he gripped at the area right above his heart. While he sincerely doubted that (Y/N) was dating Yamada, he couldn’t help but come to terms with something he hadn’t quite faced yet. They’d been divorced for 2 and a half years now. Eventually, if she hadn’t already, (Y/N) would move on. Maybe she’d get remarried, have another child, move across the world to be with that person. And yet his life hadn’t moved an inch since their split. He hadn’t dated or even shown an interest in doing so and he truly didn’t believe he would. (Y/N) was the only woman he’d loved ever and even when the two were still together he’d always told her that would never change. All he wanted was for things to be the way they were before. He needed her back in his life and he’d tried in the past to show that to her. He called to ask how she was doing but she always steered the conversation back to the kids. He would offer her gifts, but she refused every single one or gave it to their babies. Simple conversation wasn’t something he could make with her anymore and it killed him. Now it would seem even his best friend was closer to her than he was. She was and always would be the love of his life, but one thing was obvious. She was over him now. ~~~~~ (Y/N) opened her eyes slowly. Glancing over at the clock she cursed her sleep schedule for waking her so early. Turning over she was met with an empty bed. A space a husband hadn’t filled in years but one her babies found themselves in most mornings. She really tried to get them to sleep in their own beds but by morning one or both of them wound up starfishing it on the mattress, leaving their mother to cling to the edge. But the weekends were like this…lonely…empty. She couldn’t find it in her to feel too sorry for herself. Aizawa, she figured, felt like this five days of the week compared to her two. At the very least she could say he had his students to distract him on those days. The weekends were too quiet. Everything that needed to be done for the next week was always already completed. Often times she couldn’t help but think how much more busy her life would have been if she had taken the job offer at Shiketsu, instead of the average middle school she worked at now. It had been a job with better pay, better benefits, and more prestige but it had been too far west for them to make it work. Being so far away Aizawa would never have been able to see Maka and Keshi. Maybe once a month, if they were lucky every OTHER weekend. But she could never do that to them…to any of them. He might have been a crappy husband, but he’d always been a great father, and (Y/N) would have never made it hard for him to see his kids. Finally hauling herself out of bed and into her wheelchair, the woman went into the bathroom to prepare for her day. Smiling to herself she scrolled through YouTube to play her baby’s favourite song while she got ready. “Baby shark dododododododo Baby shark!” Running the brush through her tangles, (Y/N) laughed to herself imagining Maka singing the song in his usual off tune voice. Her joyous moment was cut short by a bing on her phone. Putting the brush down she grabbed her cell and opened the message from her friend Yamada. She’d known him since they were all in school together and was glad her divorce never made it so that she couldn’t still be his friend. ‘Let’s grab dinner tonight!’ ‘Sure but let’s make sure it’s a place that serves alcohol. I need a drink!’ ‘Same! I’ll pick you up at 7:00!’ ‘…Remember when we used to head out at 11?’ ‘We’re getting old…’ ‘Speak for yourself! See you then.’ (Y/N) felt relief for having something to do. Her phone suddenly went off again, catching her attention once more. ‘And (Y/N)…leave the ring at home. You’ll never meet someone with it on.’ Sighing heavily, she didn’t even bother to answer. She knew her friend thought it was a security blanket but honestly it was just her first line of defense. She wasn’t interested in romance or being flirted with. Putting her old wedding ring on when she went out drinking helped deter even just a few people from approaching her. It had nothing to do with her ex-husband. When he left he didn’t take much with him, didn’t even ask for the ring back. She’d tried returning it in the past but he insisted he didn’t want it and it was hers now, to pawn or give to the kids when they were older. It mostly spent its time in her junk drawer with several other gifts he’d tried thrusting upon her within the past few years. Jewelry, concert tickets, gift cards, fine clothes, things she couldn’t give away to her kids sat collecting dust in there. For a while it had been a constant thing, confusing her to no end. Aizawa was someone she barely understood when times were good between them. So, when they went bad…boy did they go bad. Only recently had he stopped trying to give her things or prod Yamada for info on her, that he would run to tell her about. In some ways she was happy. The divorce had been hard and that had only made it harder. Maybe she was also happy for him, he’d clearly not been happy in the marriage. Even after it was over, his actions trying to get her attention made her think he still wasn’t. But now that it finally stopped she figured maybe he finally was happy. Maybe he was finally moving on. Which meant…she’d have to as well. Rolling into the living room, she was snapped out of her thoughts when her wheelchair went over a bump. Looking down her eyes widened. Leaning down she swiped the object off the floor before rushing to dial her ex on the phone. It rang for a bit before going off to voicemail. “Dammit. Aizawa, Keshi forgot her extra EpiPen here at my house. I know you’re really careful with her but I’m gonna take it to you in case of emergencies. I’ll be there soon!” All thoughts of her tragic love life or drinking tonight went out the window as the frantic mother grabbed her things before heading out to her car. ~~~~~ “Oh come on it’s not like I’m some kind of stalker! I’m here on official business!” “Why do I find that hard to believe?” Aizawa said to Emi as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Daddy who’s that at the door?” Maka said grinding his tiny fist into his eyes, mirroring his father. The green haired woman blinked at the child a few times before squealing in delight. “No way, is this your baby!?” Ms. Joke exclaimed crouching down to pinch at his chubby cheeks, much to Maka’s disapproval. “I know you mentioned you had been married and had some kiddos, but I never knew they were such little cuties!” “This is my son Maka and please don’t baby him like that. Maka this is daddy’s friend Ms. Emi.” Maka swatted at her hands that ruffled his bed head. Before he could control it, he began giggling. “Don’t use your quirk on my kid!” Aizawa scolded, his eyes now glowing red and hair floating around. Much to his surprise Maka didn’t stop giggling, looking more closely he saw Emi making funny faces at his youngest. Turning off his own quirk he sighed. “You look just like your dad! How old are you sweetie!?” “Two.” The boy said smiling, holding up two random nonconsecutive fingers. “How about in sixteen years we get married?!” The woman said playfully, holding her hands out to the small boys who eyed her up and down. “No, you’re too old. Besides I have two future wives waiting for me!” “Ouch, being rejected by your toddler hurt more than by you.” Ms. Joke chuckled in a half jest. “What can I say? He is my son after all. Is your sister still asleep?” Aizawa asked Maka, looking back into the bedroom. “Yup. Mama said she’d sleep through the end of the world if you let her.” Emi snorted a laugh before beaming up at Aizawa. “Like father like kids huh?” “I guess. Would you like to join us for breakfast in the common area?” Aizawa asked begrudgingly. “I’d love to!” Emi responded quickly bouncing on her toes. “We can go over the paperwork my school sent your way.” “I wake up Keshi, daddy?” “No, let her sleep in for a few more hours. What do you feel like eating this morning?” The black-haired male asked looking down at the young boy who in turn stared down at his own little sock covered feet. “I not hungry, daddy.” “Really why not? Mama said you’ve been eating a lot in the morning.” When Maka had no response, Emi giggled into her palms. “Uh oh is daddy’s cooking that bad?” “It’s not and refrain from calling me ‘daddy’ if you don’t mind.” “What if I make breakfast for you guys?! After all you are doing me a huge favour by completing this paperwork so early in the morning! How about pancakes?” “Yeah!” Maka cheered suddenly running to cling onto the bottom of Ms. Joke’s shorts. “Please daddy?” The little boy pleaded putting on his glossiest puppy eyes. “Yeah pllleease daddy?” The cheerful woman said teasingly, hoisting the young boy up onto her hip. “Ugh fine. Just don’t put any c-h-o-c-o-l-a-t-e in it because Maka gets hyper. And definitely no berries, Keshi is severely allergic. Which reminds me, Maka where is her pen?” “Mama put it in the paw patrol packpack.” “Alright, be good with Ms. Emi while I look for it okay?” “Okay daddy. Come on Memi!” Maka exclaimed pushing out of her hold and tugging on her hand to lead the way. “Memi? How cute!” Soon enough the seafoam haired woman was flipping hot pancakes on the stove catching Maka observing her carefully from the corner of her eyes. He had been informing her about his favourite shows and YouTube videos while she listened intently, nodding and humming in acknowledgement. Aizawa had still yet to join them, she figured he was having a hard time finding his daughter’s EpiPen. In the back of her mind she couldn’t help but vaguely imagine that this would be her life if she ever got the chance with Aizawa. “Here you go love.” Emi said placing a single large pancake onto the boy’s awaiting plate. Gingerly she drizzled thin lines of syrup not wanting to get the kid too hyper. She watched in amusement as he attempted slicing the pancake, poking and mushing it down with his fork. When all else failed she witnessed him lift the entire thing with his hands and bring it to his mouth to take a chomp out of it. “Woah woah here let me cut it for you!” Maka placed the pancake down before something across the room caught his eye. Emi saw his eyes light up as the little boy went running. “Mama mama!” Ms. Joke turned to the entrance only to see a worried looking woman come in on a motorized chair. She watched Maka barrel towards her before flinging himself into her lap. “Hi my baby!” The woman said, squeezing her son with her one arm. “We are going home now?” “Not yet sweetheart, Keshi just forgot her medicine at home. Eww why are your hands so sticky?” The boy’s mother asked with a chuckle. “Syrup. Memi made me pamcake.” “Memi?” (Y/N) questioned finally looking up at the attractive woman now standing only a few feet away. “Hi, I’m Emi Fukukado.” She said holding out a hand to shake only to feel like an asshole when she realized the woman was missing the proper arm to offer. She dropped the gesture right away and noticed a bright smile come onto the woman’s face. “Ahh yes the prohero Ms. Joke correct? I believe you used to work near Maka’s father? I’m (Y/N) (L/N), the mother.” Ms. Joke’s mouth formed into a soft ‘o’ shape. Aizawa had always spoken of a wife since they’d known each other. She’d also known of the pro hero Scribble, whose hero career was cut tragically short. But she’d never known they were one in the same. “She’s daddy’s friend, mama.” Maka offered with a smile. “Daddy said to call her Memi.” “Sounds kind of like mommy, huh?” (Y/N) said ruffling her boy’s hair only for Emi’s heart to sink into her stomach. “I think he’s just having trouble with my name. Aizawa and I are-” “Oh here do you mind giving this to him? It’s Keshi’s EpiPen, she’s allergic to-” “Berries! Yeah Aizawa had been looking everywhere for this! I’ll be sure to give it to him right away!” (Y/N)’s smile faltered slightly before sighing and kissing Maka on the forehead, placing him down on the ground. “Alright baby, mama has to go now.” Maka began to whine slightly. His watery eyes were hard to ignore. “I go with you!” “Don’t you want to stay with daddy?” “Yes, but wanna go with you too!” The little boy hiccupped with tears running down his chubby cheeks. “Don’t leave! I wanna be with you AND daddy!” Emi felt her heartstrings constrict tightly like a violin. Aizawa never told her anything about his ex-wife so she couldn’t pretend to know the whole story. But it was obvious the young boy was struggling with the divorce in a way he couldn’t articulate. Leaning down to lift up the black-haired child Emi smoothed her hand over his head and shushed him. He rested his head on her shoulder taking in shaking breaths, clearly trying to calm himself. Her hand rubbed circles into his back soothingly, but his breathing was still ragged. “Hey come on, I’m sure mama is really busy! Your dad has the best time when you’re here! Maybe when Keshi get’s up we can go to the park!” He was shaking his head while his wails now verged onto hysteric levels. Emi was beginning to panic and was about to place the child in his mother’s waiting embrace before he began pushing out of her arms, kicking and grabbing for his mother to pick him up. “No! Mama! Mama! Go with you and daddy!” “Emi, what did you do to Maka? Why is he crying like that?” Aizawa said suddenly appearing from his bedroom looking disheveled. His eyes found the two women and child right away, widening when he processed the image before him. Speeding walking up to them he took Maka from his colleague quickly. “(Y/N), I didn’t know you were coming. Is everything okay?” The disheveled man attempted to smooth down his crazy hair with his one free hand while patting his still sobbing son. Of course (Y/N) looked fucking gorgeous this early in the morning and he looked like a hungover swap rat. “I called but I suppose you were busy. Fukukado said you were looking for Keshi’s EpiPen, but the kids may have knocked it out of the bag. I decided to bring it over and now that Maka is calming down I’ll be going.” Aizawa looked at the child in his arms who was now drifting back to sleep. Taking a few quick steps towards his ex he attempted to reach a hand out to her shoulder and wasn’t at all surprised when she pulled back. Didn’t mean it hurt any less though. “Would you like to stay and chat? We can have breakfast or coffee.” He offered feeling the heavy tension in the room as Ms. Joke shifted her weight and averted her eyes. “Thank you for the offer but I wouldn’t want to intrude. Besides I have plans for tonight that I need to get ready for. Bye Fukukado. Aizawa.” The dark-haired male watched as the woman made her way out the building. Why the hell hadn’t he charged his phone last night? Why did he have to be busy when she came? Why did Emi have to be here? He knew that (Y/N) probably assumed she was his lover and it shouldn’t matter…but deep down he didn’t want her to think that. “Hey, I’m really sorry Eraser.” Emi whispered, finally speaking up. “Just sign the paper for me and I’ll be out of here.” Breathing out a huge sigh, Aizawa walked back to his room to lay Maka in bed next to his sister. Smoothing his black hair out of his face he turned to his colleague with a small smile. “Why don’t you stay and have breakfast with me? I wouldn’t want your cooking to go to waste.” Ms. Joke seemed surprised but nodded eagerly, following the tired man out of the room. Though the experience was much more awkward than she had anticipated. Aizawa was silently eating his breakfast and sipping a glass of juice. He wasn’t trying to make conversation and Emi figured he was too deep in thought to hold one she started. That’s when she noticed it, a small sparkle around his neck. Whatever was on the end of his necklace was carefully tucked away into his black shirt. If she looked closely enough, she could make out a circular pattern pushing through. He didn’t seem the type to wear jewelry, so she felt comfortable making the assumption she was about to voice. “I guess that’s why I still don’t have a chance with you huh?” “What?” “I mean I knew back when you were married that you were 100% loyal but even now I’ll never have a chance. And that’s because you’re still in love with your ex-wife.” “Don’t psychoanalyze my situation.” “Oh come on I’ve known you for years and I’ve never seen your eyes light up the way they did when you saw (Y/N). When you talk about your kids sure, but that’s a different kind of sparkle. Then I saw you trying to fix your appearance up for her, last time you did that was for the sake of U.A because you’d be on national television.” Reaching across the table Ms. Joke tugged on the chain around his neck that sent a wedding ring flying out of his shirt. She watched him glance down at the low swinging object not verbally confirming anything. “You wear your old wedding ring around your neck. I know I come on really strong all the time but as a friend I want to know what happened? Why did she divorce you?” Aizawa fiddled with the gold band, glancing between the woman in front of him and his plate. Having been divorced for what would soon be 3 years, he hadn’t had to tell this story in a long time. And even then, only so many people knew the details. “I was the one who asked for the divorce.” He noticed Emi raise her eyebrows in shock, but she gave no response and waited for him to continue. “It’s a really long-winded story but to put it shortly, I made a decision for her and she didn’t agree with it and we just couldn’t be together after.” “I’m going to need more than that. Does…does it have anything to do with the incident that made her retire? I mean the press talked about it like a tragic decision she had to make for her family’s sake. She was only 23 and to be retired that shortly after debuting...” “She was gonna be big. Her name would have been up there with some of the greatest. I was so sure of it. Her rank was moving fast, her quirk was amazing. Hell, even after having Keshi so young, she was back out there… It wasn’t my decision to make, I know that, but I did.” “Sho, calm down love. You already upset Keshi with all that screaming outside.” (Y/N) said swinging her legs from the high examination table as they waited for the doctor. “You were at an elementary school for god’s sakes. It was supposed to be simple and easy, you just broke that arm and to rebreak it? Where the hell was Mic?” “Babe he was right there giving the presentation with me, you already interrogated him in the waiting room. A seven-year-old lost control of their quirk for a split second. I’m fine, it hurts like a bitch but I’m okay. Come here.” Aizawa shuffled over to his wife and allowed her to pull his head to her chest as she stroked his hair. He could feel her laying soft kisses on the top of his head. His eyes snapped open when he felt her tracing a pattern on his back. He knew she was drawing on the back of his shirt but didn’t pull away. “Love don’t move that arm.” “Come on, it’s already all cast up.” A loud meow filled the room and with a sudden kick off from his back Aizawa turned to see a plump chalk outlined cat sitting on the ground licking itself. He reached down to pick it up and touched its fur, if he didn’t look at it he would think he was holding the actual animal. “Mr. and Mrs. Aizawa?” A sudden voice echoes into the room. (Y/N) took her opposite uninjured hand and swiped it over the cat, erasing it from her husband’s arms. “Took you long enough. How is my wife’s arm? Will it have permanent damage because she had already broken it recently? Why did you have to run so many tests?” “To have the same bone broken twice, we were admittedly worried. Well we ran some scans of your body we noticed two separate things that need to be addressed. One possibly good and the other potentially very bad.” (Y/N) and Aizawa looked at each other with a slight bit of worry. “I guess we’ll hear the bad first.” Both watched as the doctor placed images on the lit board in the room. He pointed at a dozen or more milky dots littering her humerus. The big words he was using were flying over (Y/N)’s head while Aizawa seemed to be clinging to his every one of them. Finally, a certain word stuck out. “Wait, tumor?” “Tumors. All of these dots in the scan, we are unsure if they are benign or malignant at this point.” “Malignant? What you mean like cancer? You think I have bone cancer?” Her voice asked timidly only for her husband to grab her good hand and give it a slight squeeze. “We don't want to say that just yet but on first glance it doesn't look good. Have you been experiencing unexplained pain in that arm?” “No I-“ “Well wait yes she was complaining about a dull ache for almost half a year now.” Aizawa interrupted suddenly. (Y/N) shot him a look but he paid her no mind. “But I use my arm a lot in hero work so I'm sure it's just soreness!” “And your friend Mr. Hizashi informed us that the child merely bumped you when your arm broke? Such little force to cause a break is-” “Well he was kind of far! I don't think he saw properly! That kid had a strength quirk, so he could have put a lot of force-” “(Y/N) it's okay.” Her husband said grabbing her face gently and pressing his forehead to hers. When she’d finally calmed down he pulled away and looked at the doctor. “Okay so let's assume the worst. If it is bone cancer how do we...what do we do next? How do we treat that?” “Normally in the case of a single malignant tumour we can perform an extraction in the target area only. However, in this case, there are nearly a dozen tumours in her humerus. It would likely be advised to perform a full amputation of the limb.” “No! No no no I can't let you do that! My quirk is activated with this arm! Look see my chalk tips?! Without this arm I have no quirk!” “Yes, we've been made aware. In any other case we would suggest chemotherapy or radiation. That wouldn't be the best treatment but it would be another option.” “Then we'll do that!” “Here is where a problem may lie. The other thing our test showed was that you are currently pregnant.” The room went silent. The hands that had been clasping each other slightly went slack. Clearing her throat, (Y/N) had to restate what she just heard to be sure it was actually what was said. “Me? I'm pregnant? We're having another baby?” “Yes. Now it would seem you are very early in your pregnancy. That doesn't mix well with the other options.” “You mean it could hurt the baby?” “It's possible. Chemo is a risk to the fetus in the first trimester. Radiation is a risk up until delivery. If you choose to carry to term, amputation would be your best option.” “Well we aren't aborting, right?” Aizawa asked, looking to his wife for approval and saw her nod in agreement. “So, we only have one option.” “Amputation.” “No treatment.” Both spouses looked at the other as if they’d gone absolutely insane. “What do you mean 'no treatment'? That wasn’t an option.” Aizawa was the first to speak up. “Well I'm making it one. If we choose not to treat what would happen?” “Well you'd have the same symptoms as now, pain brittle bones but eventually if we fear the worst the cancer could metastasize. If that happens it will be much harder to get rid of.” “What are the chances of it metastasizing within 9 months?” “With how many tumours and depending on how bad it is the chances are not in your favour.” “Okay so here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna hold off for a few months until it's safe to start chemo, then we do that. Once I have the baby we can do radiation. But I'm not risking my baby or my hero career.” “So, you’ll risk your life?” Aizawa asked finally letting go of her hand entirely. “I will be fine for a few months. Everything will be okay love. I promise.” “But it wasn’t, I’m assuming?” Ms. Joke asked interrupting Aizawa’s thousand-yard stare. “She’d always been so stubborn. Who the hell even fights crime while pregnant? She took on jobs up until Keshi was born and intended to do so with Maka. I kept telling her to stop, especially with her conditions. She always wanted to save everyone but what about herself? So, I get a call one day that she’d been hurt by a villain, really badly, blood everywhere.” Aizawa took in a few shallow breaths. He could still remember the frantic call from Midnight. He was still hearing (Y/N)’s screams of agony, the very same arm completely shattered from fingertip to shoulder. Her x-rays were like nothing he’d ever seen, her bones had been splintered into something that he would no longer call bones. Mic had been holding Keshi, looking just as nervous. When (Y/N) had lost consciousness from the pain her decision now became his. “The doctors told me they could reset everything back in place. That it wouldn’t be easy but it was possible. Yet in the back of my mind not a day had gone by since she’d gotten the news, that I didn’t wish she’d chosen to not take any risks. So, as her medical proxy, I approved the amputation.” Emi gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. She knew it was a hard decision and she would never sit there and judge him. But she couldn’t imagine waking up suddenly quirkless, having someone take the decision away from you. To know that everything you worked for suddenly came to a dead halt. “She didn’t even need to be told it was me. When she woke up and found out what happened she cried. I mean she sobbed, we couldn’t even bring Keshi in there because we knew it would upset her. When she finally calmed down and she told she’d never forgive me.” “So how were you the one who ended up asking for a divorce?” “I stayed by her side for a few months. But I would always catch these looks she’d give me when she thought I wasn’t looking. Looks as if she hated me, as if she was struggling to even be around me. Things weren’t the same after that, she wasn’t affectionate, and we didn’t talk like we used to. I didn’t want to keep her in a marriage she wasn’t happy in, so I filed for divorce a few months before Maka was born.” “Hmm don’t take offense to this but that’s kind of a dick move.” Aizawa’s head snapped up, not expecting to hear something like that from Ms. Joke. She noticed the look on his face and held her hands up in defense. “Don’t get me wrong, I know it must have been difficult in a way I could never imagine but I can’t help to think of her side you know? I mean in less than a year you find out you have cancer, lose your quirk and your job, then lose your husband all while being pregnant with his child. You gave her a few months to process something that probably would have taken ten times longer.” “I didn’t want her to be upset.” “Or did you not want her to be upset with you? I know it was hard on you, to think that your wife hates you. Now imagine that feeling times two because I bet that’s what she was going through. To me it sounds like you hated that your wife didn’t idolize you anymore. You hated that you gave her a reason to rightfully be upset with you…so you left.” “Yeah well who asked you?” Aizawa mumbled looking into his cup. “No one but if you did ask me, I would tell you that I think she still loves you too. I think if given the chance she would take you back.” “Huh well as usual, you’re wrong.” “Hmm why do you say that?” “I’ve given her chances to take me back. Chances to even just talk to me but she shoots down every single one. If anything, giving these ‘chances’ have only made things worse. Maybe a year ago when I was living at my old apartment, while the kids were sleeping…we spent a night together. I hadn’t been with her or anybody since we split, and I thought I finally had her back. But when I woke up she’d already left. We’d been MARRIED and she treated me like a one-night stand.” Emi could hear how hard it was for him to talk about this, how uncomfortable he was. She didn’t pry yet he continued on. “I tried talking to her about it and I realized that she could separate sex and love as two different things. I couldn’t and didn’t want it to happen again. Really it just severed us even more.” “Hmm this is a tricky situation. I’m 99% sure she’s still in love with you. She looked super jealous when she saw me in here with Maka.” “Of course, but that’s because you were holding her baby, it had nothing to do with me.” “I don’t think so. This wasn’t motherly instinct anger, this was ‘back off my man’ anger. Hmm well this is gonna sound stupid, but did you ever tell her you were sorry for what happened.” “I’m sorry for the consequences but I’m not sorry for the decision I made.” “Did you ever tell her you were sorry for how you made her feel?” The silence between the two was enough of an answer. Emi sighed but smiled at her friend. “Even if it’s years late…say you’re sorry. Tell her you’re in love with her and never stopped being. Tell her how much you want her back and pray it all works out.” Aizawa looked deeply into the woman’s eyes before letting out a short sigh and averting his eyes back onto his plate. “And if she does turn you down…well I’m always available for a date. I’m good with kids and cats!” This got a surprisingly genuine laugh from the man, startlingly Ms. Joke more than anything had that morning. “I know you are, Emi.” ~~~~~ “It’s not fair Yamada! She was so hot!” (Y/N) whined like a teenager as she took another gulp of her drink. “You’ve been hung up on Ms. Joke for the past 4 hours. Do you want to date her or be her?” “Yes!” The two giggled stupidly as (Y/N) appreciated the loud noises of the bar they were in. She was more grateful than ever that Yamada was able to meet tonight and get her mind off things. “Besides why does it bother you so much?” “Because my ex is moving on to bigger and better things. Career wise and in his love life. Yet here I am still stuck in my same old routine. My life has only gone downhill since the split.” “I told you, you shouldn’t have let the divorce go through. You should have taken those divorce papers and ripped them right in front of his face.” “Then Aizawa would have stayed miserable married to me.” “Fuck him!” “Ugh god I wish. I would take another session with him in a heartbeat. How does he manage to look even better than when we were in high school? While I got this mom body to deal with.” “Shut up, you’re still hot.” “You only say that cause you haven’t seen the real story! Clothes can hide a lot!” “Can’t hide everything. (Y/N), you’re a milf if I’ve ever seen one!” (Y/N) choked on her drink before busting out laughing. “Dude shut the hell up, you have to say that because you’re my friend!” “What? I’m just letting you know if you weren’t my best friend’s ex-wife, you’d be my current wife! Look don’t take my word for it. Hey c’mere!” The loud blonde called out to some random guy walking by. “Yamada stop!” (Y/N) urged all while stifling a giggle. After enough arm flailing, the stranger made his way over to the couple of tipsy friends. “If given the opportunity would you or would you not take my friend to the nearest hotel and have kinky sex with her all night?” “Yamada!” “Hell yeah, if she’s offering!” “See I told you, you still got it.” Yamada said with a cocky smirk before his face faltered as a strong set of hands began messaging his shoulders. “What about you, beautiful? You can join us too. Make it a really fun night.” (Y/N) let out a hysterical giggle as the man blew air onto her friend’s ear and he instantly recoiled with a girlish scream. “Sorry I don’t have enough alcohol in my system for that!” “Well how much more do you think it will take?” The stranger said reaching into his wallet. “A few drops short of alcohol poisoning! Come on (Y/N), let’s go!” (Y/N) continued to laugh as she wheeled out after her bolting friend. Once they were a few feet away from the bar, the blonde man turned to his friend with a pout. “It’s not funny!” “You should have gone for him he wasn’t bad.” “Yeah well my standards go a little higher than ‘not bad’. Besides that man wanted to ravish me, take away my innocence!” “Your innocence!? Bitch please, if you’re innocent then I’m a virgin!” “Rude! You make me seem like a cheap slut.” Her friend pouted slightly. “Aww no come on. You’re an expensive slut! All someone has to do is mention how much they love your radio show and boom you’re waking up in a stranger’s bed.” Hizashi did chuckle a bit at the truth behind that statement. He’d gone out with (Y/N) enough times for her to see his patterns of casual flings. Which in mentioning only made him curious. “I do tend to get pretty sidetracked when we go out like this. What happens to you? Do you ever find anyone that catches your interest?” (Y/N) slowly stopped laughing and began wheeling towards the park across the street. Not leaving her friend hanging she just sort of shrugged her shoulders. “Not really.” “So…have you BEEN WITH anyone since you got divorced? Besides of course that time you used Aizawa.” The blonde threw his hands up in defense when he saw the woman shoot him an icy glare. “I didn’t use him okay. He wanted it just as much as I did, he just had to go and make things weird after. And to answer your question…yes I have been with other people.” “Oh yeah? How many?” “Like one practically every weekend the kids are with their father.” “Shiiiiit and you’re calling me the slut? How come I’ve never gotten a turn?” “Because Aizawa would string you up to the tallest tower in Japan.” “Wait so you score a new body each week and you still think you’re not attractive? Biiitch you were just fishing for compliments at this point.” “Yeah well if I’m so hot how come Aizawa didn’t want me?” Hizashi stopped walking and watched his friend carry on. Very rarely did she speak about her feelings on the divorce in this manner. No matter how drunk he got her, her confessions were always full of comical anger or humorous self-deprecation. She never said anything so serious. “Didn’t want you? You’re joking right? You know that man has been pining for you since highschool and kicked it into overdrive the past three years. I’ve told you all this before. I know you don’t like to mention it but you can talk to me about this you know? It’s been a long time…don’t you think it’s time to talk about it with someone?” “Whatever, people pinning over others don’t divorce their pregnant wives. They don’t break apart their families. They don’t make life changing decisions for the other knowing damn well its not what they want. They don’t ruin everything you ever worked for! I worked hard to have a nice family and be this great hero and he took it all away from me.” (Y/N) stopped her wheelchair and wiped at her damp eyes. “He took everything from me, and he never even apologized for it.” “Would you have forgiven him even if he did?” Hizashi said kicked at the rock on the sidewalk. “Because from what I remember, you told him the opposite. But I don’t think your deal is forgiving him, it’s about forgiving yourself.” “What the hell do I have to forgive myself for?” “For almost hurting your family more than he did.” Hizashi sighed before plopping on the park bench. “You’ve always been a proud girl and if I had half your power or charisma, I would have been the same. It made you a great hero, but it also made you a pain in the ass. (Y/N), there was no perfect ending to your situation. Aizawa knew that no matter what someone was going to lose something.” “Yeah well why did it have to be me who lost everything? And why did he get to decide that?” “Because you didn’t lose everything and he’s the reason you didn’t. Remember when you came into that hospital completely broken, they told you Maka was in distress. There was so much going on and another incident like that… Aizawa made the choice for him to lose you so that he could keep Maka and so Maka could keep you. You both could have died or just Maka or just you. His reason for leaving you was selfish but not his reason for choosing what he did.” (Y/N) continued to let the hot tears stream down her face as she took in her friend’s words. “I know you were hurt. I know he made a mistake not talking it over with you more. And he made an even bigger one by being a coward and running instead of sticking with you. But (Y/N) you got to let him make mistakes because he let you make yours.” “What good does any of that do me now? It’s been years and the things I’ve said to him…the way I treated him. He’d never wait so long just off hope alone.” “I don’t think that man could give up on you if he tried. Talk to him and if things don’t go the way you want, I would make an excellent step-dad!” “Stupid!” ~~~~~ “Mama’s gonna be maaaaad!” Maka sing-songed as his father’s heart pounded hard. “Yeah mad at daddy!” Keshi mocked shaking her head to feel her newly shortened hair sway back and forth. “You know better than to fall asleep with gum in your mouth.” Aizawa said fruitlessly attempting to smooth down her tangled bob. “How the hel-heck is your hair still a mess even this short?” “Well like father like daughter no?” The familiar voice came from the doorway. “Mama!” Keshi and Maka called out in unison as they ran over to the smiling woman. She ran her hand through the young girl’s short hair. “I’m sorry (Y/N). One of my students gave her bubblegum and she napped with it and it ended up in her hair and-” “I think it’s lovely. Very cute and accentuates those beautiful sleepy eyes of yours.” Aizawa couldn’t help but blush. He knew she was referring to their daughter but everyone had always said he and Keshi shared the same tired eyes. “We are very sorry ma’am!” A blonde boy said looking just a bit nervous. “We gave her some gum without asking.” (Y/N) was surprised by the small gaggle of apologetic boys standing behind her family and smiled. Knowing Aizawa, he had probably forced them to come and apologize to her. The thought made her giggle slightly. “But you’re right! She does look really cute with that haircut!” Kaminari offered rubbing his palm across the girl’s head, static electricity making it fluff up. The girl’s cheeks puffed in anger as she pulled away from him. “She’s too young for you, go away.” Aizawa said his hair slowly floating. “W-what!? That’s not what I meant!” “Hey be careful this guy’ll fall for anyone whose nice to him.” Kirishima said slinging an arm around his friend’s shoulder. “Well then I will have to be mean to him!” Keshi mumbled running to bury her pink face in her father’s leg. “Besides I like Shiso bestest. He reminds me of daddy!” “It’s Shinsou. Shiso is a type of plant.” “The kid from the Sports Festival?” (Y/N) asked Aizawa who nodded quickly. “The resemblance is uncanny. When I saw him on T.V I was sure I was looking at an old high school photo of yours. I almost thought maybe you had a secret love child you never told me about.” The woman teased. Todoroki’s eyes widened and his lips parted to speak before Midoriya gently placed a hand in front of his mouth. “We should probably get going now so you can get situated.” Iida spoke up, ushering his classmates out the door. “Mama you aren’t mad at daddy, are you?” Maka asked sweetly. “Of course not baby, hair grows back.” “Then he can come live with us and you two can get married?” The young boy asked hopefully, making Aizawa’s hair stand up on the back of his neck. Leave it to a toddler to have the attention span of a ferret when you need him to remember something and then to spill every detail to your ex-wife that you figured he would have forgotten. “Go on daddy, tell mama that you miss her!” His daughter urged pulling his fingers towards his wife and son. “Keshi, that’s enough. Go take Maka and both of you go potty before you get in the car.” Both kids seemed to be visibly disappointed that nothing seemed to change but did as their father told them. (Y/N) watched as their little bodies turned the corner and against her better judgment looked up at Aizawa. “(Y/N) I didn’t put them up to that or anything. I would never use our kids to guilt you and I ju-” “I know, Sho.” She hadn’t called him that nickname in years. He missed it even though he’d told her how much he hated it when they were together. “And when you came over and saw Ms. Joke. She and I aren’t dat-” “It’s really none of my business.” “Well it is because you need to know who’s around our babies. I’m not dating anyone, she’s just a colleague.” “I see…I’m not dating anyone either. Not even Yamada, he told me you were worried about that. I would never do that to you, you know…date your best friend.” “You’ve never even thought about it?” “You got me there. I can’t lie. He’s attractive and attentive and great with our kids but when I look at him all I see is you. If I wanted him, I would’ve chosen him back in highschool.” Aizawa was staring at the woman in awe. She was speaking with him like a normal person. There was no ill intended sarcasm or strained disinterest. He didn’t know why it was happening but he figured it didn’t matter either way. Getting onto his knees so he would be level with her eyes, Aizawa placed his hand on her knee. The young woman looked taken aback but didn’t move away or push him off. “(Y/N), I can sit here and blame you for never getting to do this. To imply that you never gave me the chance to say it would be wrong because I had three years to tell you and it shouldn’t have taken me this long to make it happen. I am so sorry for what I did to you. You needed me and I left you. I saw everything you were losing, and I didn’t stop and think that I shouldn’t let you lose me too.” The woman almost looked like she wanted to cry before scoffing and turning her head. “Idiot. None of us lost anything important. I lost a job but I found another. I lost a quirk but I found it again through Maka. Our children are both alive and happy. If anything all we lost was us…our marriage.” “This was the only way I was willing to lose you and I knew I would. I wasn’t going to let you die. I could stand to lose you as a wife but I couldn’t stand for the kids to lose their mother.” “I know. If you had a chance to go back and do things over would you have changed any of it?” “Any of it? Yeah, I would. After I made the decision, I never would have left you. You needed time and I didn’t give it to you. I’d have given you the world. But if you’re asking if my decision would have been different…no. I could live my life a thousand times and I would always choose to make that call.” “I see…” “I guess that’s not exactly what you wanted to hear.” “Well-” “We’re ready momma! Let’s go get food!” Maka said barreling into his mom’s lap. “What? Food? You little piggies are always eating! But I suppose we can grab something to eat before we head home.” “Yay! We say bye to daddy now?” Maka asked looking just a little sad. (Y/N) looked into those bright round eyes and pressed her lips to the child’s forehead before smiling brightly. “Why don’t you ask daddy if he would like to have dinner with us?” Aizawa’s head snapped up in disbelief. “Yes daddy please come eat with us!!!” His kids said now crowding around him. Looking up (Y/N) was smiling at the image of her children and their father together. “Wahhh! Daddy why are you crying now?” Keshi called him out immediately, only for the man to laugh and wipe at his eyes. “I would love to come have dinner with you guys.” “And then you come live with us? Or we live here with you!” Maka exclaimed excitedly. “One step at a time, kid.” “Come on daddy! I will race you and Maka to the car!” Keshi called out already making a bolt for the car with Maka trailing behind her. “Hurry up or you’ll lose.” “No, I don’t think I will.”

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Ichor Pt9 (DabixReader)

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Part 10: X

You’re almost afraid to open your eyes when you wake up. If the bed is empty and Dabi’s gone again you don’t know what you’ll do. The previous day had been full of new and uncertain things. Boundaries that had been crossed and removed. Ideas and thoughts that you remember brushing up against in the waves of his energy beside yours. There’s so much you can’t forget, can’t let go. So if he thinks he can just leave you behind with nothing, he’ll be in for a rude awakening. 

Thankfully as you open your eyes Dabi’s still beside you. Arms wrapped around your body, holding you to him with no room to move. He’s snoring softly, chest inflating and deflating with even breaths. 

He’s so damn beautiful it hurts. It’s almost unreal. Even if he thinks he looks awful or monstrous you can’t help but see the beauty in him. It’s not something you can pin down but looking at him is like witnessing art come to life. Living, breathing art. You run the back of your hand down his face, caressing his cheek gently as he stirs. 

He blinks groggily and groans, burying his face into the pillow. Your fingers slip to his hair, running through the soft strands absentmindedly. You just want to keep touching him. It’s your reason to breathe- any moment you spend not touching some part of him is existence without meaning, although he’d probably make fun of you if you told him. Nevertheless you run a finger down the shell of his ear, jingling his piercings quietly as you brush past them. 

He mumbles something into the pillow and you fight off a smile. 

“What?” you ask with a slight laugh. 

He mumbles it again, his muffled voice still swallowed by the pillow, although it's a little louder.

“I can’t hear you.” you giggle and he rolls his head to the side.

“I said it's too damn early.” he sighs and you shrug. 

“I don’t even know what time it is.” you admit, tracing his jawline with your fingertips and watching the goosebumps appear in their wake. 

He catches your hand with his own, pressing his lips to your palm. You meet his gaze then, his beautifully blue eyes crackling with a foreign emotion. He presses each of your fingertips to his lips, kissing them one by one. It’s a surprisingly gentle gesture but you melt all the same.

“Dabi.” you breathe and notice how his ears twitch at the sound of his name. “You said something yesterday that's been bugging me.” 

“I said a lot. You’re going to have to be more specific.” he grumbles, eyes barely open as he looks at you. 

“Well, there were a few things I wanted to talk to you about.” you murmur and swallow the rising levels of anxiety that start to spear through you. “But we’ll start with this one.”

Dabi waits in silence but you can feel the way he’s holding his breath. Waiting, with a hint of your own anxiety bleeding into his emotional resolve. You don’t want him to feel nervous- you’re the one who should be nervous! You know he hates repeating himself and here you are, about to ask him to do just that. 

“Nevermind.” you curl your lips into your mouth and glance away from him. “I need to pee.” 

You try to wiggle free from his arms but Dabi doesn’t let you budge. Instead he holds on tighter, his eyes narrowing as you search his face in a fleeting second.

“We’re not doing this bullshit.” he sighs and you stop wriggling at the absolute order in his voice. How does he do that?! “If there’s a problem just say it. I don’t like to waste time beating around the bush with stupid shit. I get if you regret yesterday but just come out and say it.” 

“Regret… Yesterday?” you furrow your brows, your face burning a bright red. “Absolutely not! I don’t regret it! I was going to ask about some other stuff having to do with the bond-... why do you think I regret it?”

Dabi’s brows furrow. 

“You- I- You can’t tell me you weren’t thinking that just then.” 

“I wasn’t!” you pull back to look at all of his face.

The surprise in his eyes also forms a small ‘o’ on his lips. The way his cerulean eyes drink in your features, worry strewn about both your faces as you pause. The moment of miscommunication passes with an awkward sigh of relief and Dabi clears his throat. 

“What did you want to talk about, then?” he grumbles quietly, eyes avoiding yours as he loosens his grip on your body.

He really must be insecure. How many people had regretted time spent with him if that was his immediate thought at your unease? How many rejections has he faced the morning after offering himself up? 

The pain in your heart makes you want to wrap your arms around him and never let go. No one should have to feel that broken- to feel that useless and awful and unwanted.

You don’t say anything but instead wrap yourself around him, hooking your legs around his. You press yourself to him, face burying into his neck and breathing in his natural smell of smoke and earth. A fire pit in the middle of a forest, a bonfire on a beach. The skies painted gray with the ashes of him. 

“Never.” you whisper and he sighs, running a hand down your hair and back gently. “I’ll never regret it.”

“Alright, alright.” he mumbles and pulls you away from him. “Go on and say what you wanted.”

At least he didn’t immediately push you away. There’s some progress there to be made still but it’s a start. One day he won’t tense or push you away. One day he’ll crave it and pull you toward him. You vow to make it reality.

“The bond.” you murmur and wrap yourself in the remainder of the sheets and blanket. 

You’d forgotten you were completely naked. Not that it matters after having spent last night with Dabi- he’d definitely gotten to see all of you. Just as you’ve seen all of him by now. Of course you wouldn’t object to always seeing all of him again. 

No. Focus. You wanted to talk to him about the bond.

“I- You mentioned you could see it that one day.” you spit out, flustered at your own thoughts. 

Dabi raises a brow and nods once. 

“Yeah. I can see it from time to time. It’s… I feel it more often than not, though.” he glances up at your ceiling. He reaches one hand up, drawing a swirling line up above. “It can get annoying.”

“Annoying?” you ask and he chuckles. 

“Yeah. When I left- after I got my quirk back,” he clears his throat, gaze flickering to your face after ‘left’ slips past his lips. “It became more apparent.”

You recall going after him when he had left with Charlie. You hadn’t known where you were going- but your body moved beyond your mind and brought you to him all the same. 

“If I focus on it,” he continues and turns his gaze to your arm. He runs his hand up it gingerly, timidly- almost- and draws shapes with his fingertips. “I can feel your heartbeat beside my own. I didn’t think it would affect me if I left. But when you woke up and realized I was gone, I knew I was wrong. I felt the strong, sharp pain in my own body. As if I’d been cut with glass and knives.” 

His adams apple bobs and you hold still as he continues to run his fingertip up and down your arm. It’s a pleasant feeling you never expected him to elicit but you’re not fighting it. Not when this moment is intimate in a way that makes your body blush more than when he’d been pounding into you. 

“I made it three days before I couldn’t take it anymore.” he laughs with a bitter note in his tone, “I was angry at you for not letting me go. For not listening and moving and getting the hell out of here. I knew others would guess you were involved with me- seen in public or private, it doesn’t matter. They know. That bastard- the green faced one with the Chameleon quirk- was one.”

“Charlie.” you frown and he shrugs. 

“He swooped in as soon as I left. He’d been waiting. I fought him in that last battle, the one you brought me back from. He trapped me in some awful building turning into rubble because he wasn’t able to take me on himself. Coward.

“He saw me leave. He’d been watching me- or, rather, you- the entire time. Probably before the League even knew where I was. His quirk made him excellent at hiding. So when I came back and saw him lurking around you, waiting for me, I knew I couldn’t just leave. I stayed and watched you. Waited for him to make his move when he thought I was gone for good. 

“I could feel your fear freeze you up.” he murmurs, hand sliding up to your cheek to cup your face gently. His thumb brushes under your eye again and he offers a small smile. “I’m just relieved he hadn’t gotten to you yet when I knocked on the window.”

“Why not just use the door?” 

“Then you’d be terrified even more.” he chuckles, “The window let you know at least one of the creepers in your home wasn’t there to hurt you.”

“That’s a terribly heroic thing to do.” you tease and he rolls his eyes.

“Don’t go telling everyone. Might ruin my reputation.” 

“Pfffft, okay.” you laugh and place your hand over his, keeping his palm pressed against your face. 

“He mentioned that if you killed him in front of me that it would ruin me for you.” you frown. “That I was innocent.”

“He thought so.” Dabi shrugs. “I can’t say one way or another. He was just trying to save his sorry ass.”

“What was he going to do?” you ask quietly, afraid of the answer.

“We’ll never know.” Dabi shrugs. “I didn’t ask. I was too angry to even think straight until I felt you coming along.”

“You could feel me?” 

“Of course I could- I can. Every step I’m away from you is painfully obvious. My body burns when you’re farther- and my flames...It’s harder to maintain as much control as I had before. They’re wild and angry. Devouring everything, not a care for what's in front of them.”

“They did grow when I got closer. But they also let me through.”

He nods.

“I have a theory on that, too.” he muses, “I think this connection between the two of us has something to do with that.”

“How so?”

“You brought me back from the dead, babydoll.” he says quietly. “That defies all logic as far as I know it. I think the connection between the two of us gets stronger when we’re closer because of it. I’m alive because of you, after all.”

“Also dead because of me the second time.” you mutter, guilt spreading through your limbs. 

“Still alive now, though.” he shrugs. “But hey, who knows? Maybe if I get farther away I might die.”

“Then you’ll just never leave.” you frown and wrap him in your arms tightly. “Or I’ll just bring you back.”

“What if I’m draining you?” he asks softly, his words barely above a whisper. “What if you’re so exhausted because I take every time I touch you? Maybe I’m why you lose control-”

“No.” you say sharply. “You’re not draining me, Dabi. You’re not taking anything. I’m giving you everything, if anything.”

“Then fucking stop.” he says curtly. “I don’t want to have to find someone else-”

“Are you saying...that you want to continue being with me?” you blink and pull back to look at him.

“Shut up. Just learn to control your quirk.”

“You just-”

“We’re moving past that now. I want you to honestly work on your quirk control. You can’t give me everything every time. I don’t want you to.”

“I can work on it.” you nod quietly, slightly dazed at his words. 

“Good.” he sighs. “Because I’m not sure I’ll have enough control for the both of us.”

“What?” you scrunch your face in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“It’s fucking difficult! You don’t understand how much self control it takes. With you giving it all every time? It’s like you’re flooding my senses with this drug and I can’t get enough of it. It’s what brought me back from the other side. It’s like this… Impossible feeling. I feel invincible. Like I’m unkillable, unbeatable. It races through my senses and I’m always better than I’ve ever imagined I could be. You’re a drug, princess. I’m not going to be able to say no everytime.”

“You don’t have to-”

“Do you see how it drains you?” he cuts you off with a warning glare. “Do you even realize its not normal to be that worn out after sex? It’s hard to have the self control to take myself from it. Kissing you, eating you out, being inside you- even just touching you feels like everything in the universe came together to put me there specifically. Aligned and came together just for that. It’s a high I’ll always chase as long as I live if you keep offering it.”

You blush and he smirks.

“And with the way you look right now it seems you’ll keep offering it.” he chuckles darkly and brushes his lips against yours. “Every moment I devour a piece of you- it's a rush. It’s enough to make a man lose control.” 

His kiss is passionate and heated, tongue dominating yours as he draws you closer to him. Your body melts into his, letting his hands grasp and grip you any way he wants and he lets out a low growl.

“See? Like that.” he hisses and pulls away. “Makin’ me dizzy and shit.”

You pant and giggle, “It makes me dizzy too.”

“It’s dangerous.” he growls and presses his lips to your forehead. “Are you sure that your quirk counselor didn’t already know what your quirk could do? If they knew you had the ability to do what we’ve seen you do, it’s no wonder they told you to hide it.”

“I don’t think so.” you sigh. “They just knew I had...drained someone. I guess they just left it at that? I don’t remember them doing anything extensive. Why hide it if I can defy death?” 

“Hmm.” Dabi hums and presses a hand to the small of your back, holding you closer to him. “Maybe they thought it would protect you? I don’t know. Speaking of…”

You glance up at him as he brings a hand to your face once more, tilting your head back. 

“Huh?” you blink. 

“We’re not telling Shigaraki or the League about any of that. In fact, we’re not telling anyone. And I don’t want you to go to any more battlefields. You can’t use your quirk as openly as you did before. People are watching you.”

“But…” you start but Dabi stops you with a stern look. 

“You can’t.” he breathes, “we have no idea what could happen and until you get control over it, it’s easier to just not use it.”

He’s right but Shigaraki’s words ring through your memory. This is different. It’s not the same as the others before you telling you not to use it. It’s not the same. 

...Right? 

What are you thinking, of course it isn't the same. Dabi wouldn’t do that to you. You can’t even believe the thought that he would come up in your brain. 

Then again, Shigaraki is an intelligent man. His words will last longer than his presence will and the purpose behind them will grow. If you let him sow the doubt into you now, you’ll be playing right into his hands. 

“Okay.” you nod. “I won’t.” 

Dabi searches your eyes for a few seconds more before he lets out the breath he’d been holding. 

“Good.” he grumbles and releases your face as his finger slides to your lips. His gaze flickers there, watching as he traces the shape of your mouth. “I’m going to have to make an appearance at the League today or Shigaraki will show back up.” 

You nod, debating if you should bite his fingers or not. He moves them from your face before you can decide- teaching for his phone underneath the pillow with a sigh. 

“Speaking of.” he mutters as it starts to ring. He answers it with an annoyed look, his eyebrow twitching as the person on the other line immediately starts speaking.

“Yeah, yeah. Shut up. I’ll be there.” Dabi grumbles and you stifle a laugh, smiling as he hangs up before the other person can finish speaking. “It’s almost sunset. I should get going.” 

He seems to hesitate as his hand hovers above your face, his warmth enveloping you before he moves. You decide for him, bunting your head into his hand and wrapping your arms around him. He releases at your touch, meeting your lips halfway as if he can read your mind. 

The kiss is quick but still packed with that same longing heat from before. Notes of regret twinge in your stomach as he pulls away, feeling the surge of your quirk rises up. You wince, toes curling as you look at his face.

“Control.” he growls and flicks you in the nose. 

You pout but end up smiling as he ruffles your hair and slides out of the bed. He pulls on pants and a shirt, donning his signature jacket. He pads out the room with a wave but keeps his gaze forward. You watch as he leaves, words lingering on your lips with the memory of his fingers. 

It’s too soon to say them. The three words may just very well damn this entire… situation. You’re sure at least feels how you do- or feels what you’re feeling through the bond, at least. Acknowledging it when it’s in its infancy is ridiculous. 

You dress yourself a little bit after, making some food and watching tv before your phone rings. It’s Lively- who’s already on her way over to drag you with her to some event by the school her new boyfriend works at. You groan but don’t bother arguing. It’s easier to just go along with her shenanigans than to try and stop the already in motion plan. 

**

It’s not as bad as you thought it might be. The event is off campus- which is surprising, given recent issues with UA and their security breaches. You don’t voice your concerns though as she blabbers on and on about various topics. You listen and add in but you know your heart isn’t in the conversation. Not when your emotions are still so twisted from the night before. 

You check to make sure the bond between you and Dabi is still there- and it is. It never once disappears, although you have an irrational fear it might. What if he wasn’t going to come back?

You could just track him down again. 

Or go to the league. If you had a deathwish. Dabi already didn’t want you there- not because he doesn’t like you but because he said he wanted what was best for you. 

The only issue with that is what if you want the best for him? Is the league really the best that can be offered? Is being a villain honestly what he needs? It’s too messy, too dangerous. 

Then again, you were the one who rushed to save him. You started this entire thing. Bound him to you with blood. 

Lively chatters away before squealing and dashing up to a dark haired man with tired eyes and a large tan scarf around his shoulders. He smiles softly as she wraps her arms around him and starts blabbering away just as you walk up. 

“This is my best friend, [Name]! The one I told you I work with.” she gestures toward you and the man nods when he meets your gaze.

“I’ve told Shouta alllllll about you!” Lively giggles and you wince, trying to play it off as a smile. 

“All about me, huh?” you mumble and she laughs.

“Well he has a few single friends who are pro’s like him! Sooo that’s why I brought you today! To meet them!” 

Dear god, no. You shake your head and swallow, taking a cautious step away from the couple. 

“I’m really alright on my own-“ you start but Lively isn’t having it as she’s hurriedly waving someone behind you over. 

“You don’t have to start anything- think of them as more friends or social outlets!” she encourages and you sigh. 

You can’t tell her you’re technically seeing someone. Not without her prying into who it is and when you met them. Unless Dabi didn’t consider you two being together...A something? Is it a relationship? Is it a fling? Is it because you two are bound by your quirk? 

You really should ask him but… would that scare him away? Are you even ready to define what the two of you are together? Sure, you’d slept with him but it wasn’t like you’d confessed your love for him. Granted, neither had he. You could be overthinking this entire thing. 

Emotional turmoil aside, you have to focus on the now. As Lively introduces you to a couple of the UA teachers, she tugs you and her boyfriend- Aizawa, as you’ve taken to politely calling him by his last name- around with her. You’re not sure which one is the one she’s specifically trying to set you up with but they all seem nice enough. None of them stand out enough to catch your eye but you’re not really looking for someone that is. Not when you just shared your bed with someone you’re connected to on a whole different level. A level beyond what any other being can even begin to offer you. 

Your quirk has ruined other relationships for you. Now that you know how deep you can connect with someone else by using it, it’s impossible to think of not being so...Intertwined with someone. And asking them to die so you can bring them back for that level of connectivity is insane. This is a rare, once in a lifetime thing you’re keeping secret and you can’t even hope to explain to anyone else why no past or future relationship will ever be the same. 

Lively babbles on about different things throughout the night. You don’t mind listening but you’re thankful when her and Aizawa step away with another teacher/Pro hero- Present Mic. He gives a friendly wave and you nod politely back before resting at one of the tables off to the side. It’s on the outskirts of the event and mostly private while everyone else is walking around enjoying the many booths and groups of heroes. 

You’re enjoying the quiet when your phone chimes with an incoming text. You blink at your screen in surprise- you’ve already told Lively where to find you if she needed you. Who else could be trying to reach you?

It’s a number you don’t recognize. 

The text is off putting, to say the least. 

‘What are you doing here?’

Who even…?

‘You must have the wrong number, I don’t have this one saved as a contact.’

‘Of course you won’t. I’ve never messaged you before this.’ 

‘That doesn’t help clear up who this is.’

‘It’s me, “Ichor”.’ 

You freeze, eyes locked down on your phone. The only person you’ve told to call you ‘Ichor’ is coincidentally the only person you’ve stayed in contact with after healing. Dabi. You can’t type his name out. If someone were to get a hold of your phone, they’d have his number and know it’s home by your guessing text alone. It would just be a burden if he had to get a new one. But if this is Dabi...Why is he messaging you now?? 

‘...D?’ 

‘Who else?’ 

You swear you can hear his snarky tone. Is he around here? With so many heroes close by? He can’t honestly think he has a chance to take them all down by himself. 

Unless the League is planning another attack. 

Your skin turns into ice at the thought. Here? Now? An attack? Lively is somewhere nearby- you have to get her out. But how can you without alerting the heroes of the villains? 

Shigaraki’s words simmer through your mind; ‘In the end it’ll come down to the choice you refuse to make- Who will you save? A hero? Or a villain?’

Do you honestly have to choose? Not that Lively is a hero by any means- she’s innocent in this. She’s dating a Pro, sure, but that doesn’t mean she deserves to be caught in the middle. Then again, the League doesn’t care about those caught in the crossfire. They’re not heroes who try to minimize damage and casualties. 

The thought makes you sick. How many people would get hurt just for the League’s statement? 

‘What are YOU doing here??’

You counter, worry bleeding into your features as you search the edge of the crowds. Do you leave? Do you stay? 

Why does it feel like the choice you make is going to impact your life in ways you can’t even begin to imagine? 

‘I asked you first.’ 

You can imagine his face. Squinting turquoise eyes, his lips pressing into an impossibly thin line. The distrust oozing from him in waves that make you feel sick. 

‘Lively dragged me here. The coworker I told you about from before.’ 

It’s the truth. And that’s always the best place to start. 

‘And left you by yourself?’ 

Of course he’s going to question it when you’re all alone. 

‘She went off with her boyfriend to do something. I just wanted a moment alone.’ 

Why oh why does this feel like you’re deactivating a ticking time bomb? Sweating before the open panel filled with crazy wires crackling with explosive energy. You have to stop this. 

Dabi doesn’t answer and you roll your bottom lip between your teeth. You need to talk to him face to face otherwise your mind is going to convince you he’s angry with you. If you can just see his eyes and get one moment with him… Then you’ll know this isn’t as bad as it seems. 

You stand from your seat and tuck your phone into your pocket, weaving out of the area and searching every shadow that you find. He has to be here somewhere, doesn’t he? If he knows you’re here, he must have seen you. 

You send a quick message to Lively explaining you went home and continue your search. No reason to get her worried or suspicious. Your absence needs to seem genuine for her not to worry. Giving some bullshit excuse about you needing to finish some research works well enough.

You’re not well traveled in this part of the city, unfortunately. It’s too much of a maze to properly figure out but you end up checking alley after alley, looking for him. You find bums and thugs, paying them only a quick glance before skittering off to the next alley. Some call out, others growl but you’re a safe enough distance away by the time they can even react. 

Where could he be? You’re turning down the next street when you’re yanked into a dark corner by a closed tailors shop. Firm hands are on your shoulders as they spin you to face their owner, your body trapped between the brick wall and your captor. 

You relax as you recognize the warmth from him, the heat rolling off his body and his glistening cerulean eyes. 

Dabi.

You’re always speechless when you look directly into his gaze but there’s something more to this. As he pins you against the wall, hands splayed on the brick on either side of your head, you can’t help but feel the beat of his heart against your ribs. His body is just barely touching yours but your skin burns for him, offering up a delicious rosy blush for him as yours recalls the memories of his body. His form pressing against yours, the feel of him within- it’s all a rush as he’s only inches from you. 

“Dabi.” you breathe, a relieved sigh escaping your lips. “I thought you had to go back to the group?”

“So you took the time to brush elbows with the pros while I was gone?”

Okay so maybe he is upset with you. 

You frown.

“You know that’s not why I’m here.” you sigh and he squints. 

“Do I?” 

“You can’t be serious right now.” you shake your head in disbelief. “Listen to yourself. Why would I want to be near pros? They’re loud, obnoxious and I don’t want any of the spotlight they bring. Being here doesn’t benefit me in the slightest.” 

“And what does?” he challenges, his hands warming up against the bricks. You can feel the heat roll toward you but you don’t dare flinch. You will not be afraid of him- he’s just trying to intimidate you. 

“You.” rolling your eyes, you open the connection between you two through the bond. You let a tendril of his soul slip through it, testing the metaphorical waters for any lie. “Feel for yourself.”

You don’t know if he can see or hear or feel it the way you do but it's worth a shot. Opening yourself to him isn’t as terrifying as it sounds although you still feel bare before him. All of his attention and essence sifting through your own to connect.

There’s only a fraction of him that visibly relaxes at the unseen action and you release the tension building up in your shoulders. At least it’s him. But why is he being so weird…?

“Do you really not trust me?” you murmur as he rests his head on your shoulder. The ends of his silky hair brush your cheek and you wrap your arms around him instinctively. 

“I don’t trust anyone.” he mumbles. 

It’s a lie but one you’ll let him believe. If that’s what he needs right now, so be it. But you know some part of him trusts you enough to expose different sides of himself. Or maybe it's involuntary? 

Your fingertips slip into his hair and gently run through the tufts of it, letting them slip through the spaces between your fingers. His head rolls to the side as his lips attach to your neck, a soft purr reverberating from his chest. You feel it more than you hear it but it doesn’t matter. Because the moment his lips are on your skin you’re melting into his touch all over again. 

You attempt control of your quirk, reeling it in until it’s locked tightly in your veins, ribbons of it swimming like eels trying to escape. It’s hard to focus on it and your attention slips as Dabi nips at your skin. With a yelp you jump and your control is snapped away and the ribbons of your quirk connect to Dabi’s veins. Surging with energy and the beautiful, steady melody of his heartbeat, you relax into his arms. 

Dabi catches you before your knees give out and he sighs quietly- a note of content burning through you can’t ignore. 

“You tried.” he chuckles and you offer a pathetic sound in response. You’re not even sure if you’re agreeing with him or not. It’s acknowledgment, at least. 

The sting of his mistrust still hurts but you don’t let it go. You hold it for a brief moment as he pulls his face away from your neck, a somber and lost look tracing his features. 

“Were you… Scared?” you ask quietly, brows furrowing on your face as you try to piece together why he feels… Different. His words and his actions are mixed, meaning and definitions clashing with how you’re deciphering them.

“Of what?” he sighs, bored tone returning to his voice. 

You. Betrayal. Rejection. Ever since earlier he’s been… strange. 

He must have been worried. With how drained you were after sex and then you being around so many Pro’s. You recall Shigaraki’s words about him being staked outside your apartment for a week before Charlie broke in. Even if he claims he was watching him and not you, you can’t help but feel maybe he was watching you all along.

“Nothing.” you mumble and press a hesitant kiss to his temple, holding his head still. He doesn’t object but the way he tenses up solidifies your suspicions. 

Dabi’s not used to caring or worrying about others. He isn’t used to the physical contact between people if it isn’t explicitly sexual. He’s well versed in the way of fighting and sex but for anything more intimate you can see the way he shudders. His sharpened edges spring from him in a defensive- and the fear is blatantly clear to you through the bond. 

Testing the waters of his emotional state only backs up your idea. He’s a storm of different feelings- none of it sorted and all of it bottled up until it breaks free. 

“Quit that.” Dabi grumbles and you pause, pulling away from his face to look at him.

His bored look doesn’t budge. 

“Quit what?” you blink, unsure of what he meant. Touching him? The gentle temple kiss? Or feeling his emotions?

“Saying it’s nothing.” he sighs. “I get really tired of those bullshit games.”

“Oh, well… I wasn’t sure you’d like what I had to say.”

“Does it matter if I do or don’t? Just say it.”

“I was going to say you were scared that I might betray you.” you admit sheepishly. “That you were afraid I wasn’t...genuine with you from the beginning.” 

“And?” 

He’s holding his breath.

“I’ve been honest with you.” you assure. “I’ve already opened myself up to you to search for your own assurance if you want. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t trust me but I understand the past may have proven that to be… difficult, to say the least.”

He doesn’t say anything but his arms slide around your waist, holding you to his warm chest. The closeness to him is somehow changed in the night but you don’t dislike it. Holding you more tightly than before, as if he’s reluctant to let go. It’s a new side to Dabi. 

“You don’t have to completely trust me.” you offer quietly, lips brushing his collarbone as you lean into him. “I understand. I’m not upset. I’ll do everything I can to help you trust again.” 

He presses a kiss to your hair and a smile blooms on your face, although it’s small. 

It’s a step in the right direction, at least. 

“Can we go home now?” you yawn. “Or do you need to go back?”

“I’ll walk you home first.” he says quietly and you grasp his hand in your own, threading your fingers tenderly. 

Dabi freezes at the action but doesn’t pull away. He settles on keeping his gaze on anything but you and you’re not sure but it must be the pink lighting of the festival that dusts his cheeks with a rosy hue. Or your imagination. 

By the time you’re safe and sound in your apartment, Dabi's face has returned to his normal pale and purple, piercings and all steeled into a bored tone. He drops you off at the door and you pause as he steps away, concern wrapping around your heart. 

“Are you not…?” you’re stuck between ‘coming in’ and ‘coming back’ but Dabi seems to read it.

He shakes his head, eyes scanning the sky above nonchalantly. 

“I have a couple of other things to do.” he says quietly. 

“But… You’ll come back… Right?” you murmur and he takes a deep breath.

“Yeah.” 

“Alright. See you later.”

He waves and starts stalking down the street, his pace set by his long stride. You watch as he retreats from your vision, a weird sensation building in your gut. 

He’s probably just thinking about something. You wish he would open up to you but you understand why he doesn’t. Dabi isn’t used to doing these kinds of things- and for him to be anything but his normal bored or flirty self is strange. 

Still, if he needs time alone to figure it out, so be it. 

You’ll be right here when he does. Come hell or high water.

[thevanillerose]

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Stumbling. Collapsing. Staggering.

You were like a broken marionette, desperately scrambling to free yourself from the gargantuan flaming pyre which had once been your apartment building.

The events leading up to this moment were as hazy as the acrid fog of blackened smoke that hovered around you. Questions swirled like embers in the wind.  

Who lay at the root of all of this? Even you yourself would have struggled to believe it.

Todoroki. Todoroki Shoto. He was a boy of extremes you could say, but well enough liked by the students of U.A. High School. You had certainly liked him a lot, seeing past his cold, aloof nature, and always assuming there was something more that lay beneath it.  

In the end, you were right to feel that way. He really was a very complex guy.

In fact...he was far more complex than you had ever imagined.

Forget his past. Forget what he had gone through, and what he so often kept sealed away inside of himself. Forget his left side, and the history behind it.

For you...you were what truly became his vulnerability. Despite his best efforts, he simply couldn't resist you.  

Face. Voice. Manner. Was it possible for so many things about a single human being to be so flawless? Every time he laid eyes upon you, he yearned for you to be beside him.  

There was just one very big problem, besides his often unapproachable manner. A thorn in his side that was just determined to stick, and even more bitterly, was a 'friend'.

Midoriya asked you out. Midoriya.

 That wide-eyed fool who was less of a man and more of a child. Someone who wept and sniffled the moment anything got tragic, and yet he pretended to be tough. That was what Todoroki saw at least. A pathetic farce, put on to win your affections.

 The worst part? It had actually worked. When Todoroki initially heard that the green-haired imbecile had asked you out, he made the assumption that you would probably say no to him. No, he actually assumed it was definite. Yet...to his complete and utter surprise, you said yes.  

 Just like that, his chances had been shattered. True, Todoroki had never so much as revealed a centimeter of his feelings for you, but he always felt like you would wait until he was ready. When the time was right, you'd finally be together. So why...why would you do this?

 Why!? How could you!?

 It drove him mad trying to figure it out, and in the end...he snapped.

 It was a simple way to put it, but it also summed it up aptly. The last of his sanity slipped away thanks to a singular trigger, and of course, Midoriya was the one at the root of it.

 Was it creepy that the dual-haired boy was creeping outside the window of your apartment like some sort of red streaked spider? Yeah. Maybe. Was it bizarre that he chose to observe you both silently through the glass, ducking away whenever you happened to turn your heads? Sure.

 Still, in his messed up mind it was a necessity. How else, after all, was he supposed to keep a close eye on you and make sure things never went past hand-holding with this bastard?

 How else was he supposed to...scope things out?

 “Thanks for spending time with me today. I had a lot of fun, even if we just watched some movies.” you reached out and gave Midoriya's bouncy emerald hair a nice big ruffle. It was a habit you'd picked up, and it always made him blush. Whenever you saw his cheeks redden, you only fell that little bit more in love with him.

 “Yeah it was fun! Thanks, [Y/N].”

 Sure, at the start you had been in two minds. You still felt something for Todoroki, and that hadn't changed even now. Yet Midoriya had proven to just be the right one for you. He was so much kinder and funnier than you had ever imagined in the first place, and you could always feel your spirits lifting when you were around him.

 Simply put, things had changed. You'd fallen in love with him, and in turn, your attachment to Todoroki had swiftly faded.

 Yet as your affections drifted out of sight, something lit up within the darkness.

 Everything was fine up until that point. Initially you and Midoriya were happily relaxing on the plush carpet in your bedroom, eating some snacks and finishing off the final movie you were marathoning for the night. It was so nice to just spend some casual time with him outside of classes and all of that fighting too.  

 Neither of you were aware of what was about to happen when you kissed each other and said goodbye for the night. It never occurred to you even once that, as you stood there in the open doorway and watched him go down the corridor to the elevator, this would be the very last time you ever saw him. When you laid down to take a nap, you happily imagined him toddling away home, probably to dream about you too.  

 It was what you believed. So it seemed to be just right.

 That was not reality though.

 In reality, his charred cadaver was left jammed halfway through the doors, keeping the elevator from descending. Todoroki made sure to leave him there, so that not even in death he'd find any peace. After all, it had to be pretty bothersome, being repeatedly chewed on by a lift.

 Then there was the stairwell. Blocking the door was a given. Windows weren't much of an option anyway.

 Todoroki figured, that the only way to truly expel the rage he felt after watching you two kiss one another, was to burn this whole damn building to the ground. That included all the people inside of it, so he'd ensured that all the exits were turned to ash first and foremost.

 This was his revenge. If other people got caught up in it, that wasn't his problem. If you got caught up in it...well...

 He'd just have to make damn well sure that didn't happen. Everything would fall into place, he was certain.

 The only pity was that when the apartment building went up in amber and red, you had no means of seeing Midoriya's body. Todoroki had kind of been hoping you'd come across it first before realizing you were trapped, and that your sorrow would only increase grandly because of it. Alas...

 Instead, you couldn't even leave your own room. Everything caught fire so fast that you couldn't even touch your door handle, instead recoiling as the burning heat stung you.  

 “Shit! I can't believe this is happening!”

 You'd woken up to the sound of a blaring alarm, then nothing but the crackling of fire and the billowing sound of smoke as that too had ended up being melted and ultimately destroyed. The devastation was immeasurable, but you couldn't even pity others when you were literally on the verge of dying yourself.

 Climbing up onto your bed, you pressed your back firmly into the corner of the wall and huddled up desperately. You continued to hold yourself, blocking everything out, and thinking only of Midoriya.

Midoriya...Midoriya help me! Save me! Please!!

 “M...Midoriya...Midoriya help me...help me...” you even stuttered out, expecting no answer.

 Yet...you got one.

 “'Midoriya, ohh Midoriya, help me!'...Get a hold of yourself, [Y/N].”

 A taunting imitation. Slowly, you pulled your face out from behind your knees, raising your tear-stained visage so you could look up.

 “Seriously. You aren't calling anyone, and you're hiding on top of a wooden bed with flammable fabric, not even bothering to get any oxygen. Fire safety 101. Are you insane?”

 His voice didn't seem real, nor did his face. You were near delirious, not just with the smoke, but with the shock of it all. He was a blur of red, white and blue.

 “You're lucky I came by when I did...you're especially lucky that you're not already dead.”

 Todoroki gazed down at you, standing on the bed and staring right into the corner where you sat. It really was a miracle in some ways, though he had of course never intended to let you fry up like the rest of these pointless people. No...you were the only one among them who he would save. Firefighters didn't get to be choosy, but he did.

 You were the only one who was worth anything to him now.

 Plus things had worked out sweetly enough. You may not have seen Midoriya reduced to a lump of coal, but he could weave his absence into this faux storyline he was creating nonetheless.  

 “If only Midoriya had actually come. With all that begging, and knowing you were here, I wonder why he didn't...”

 Todoroki trailed off for a moment, and slowly, creepily, tilted his head to the side. His eyes went a little wider, pupils shrinking. The fire raged on in the hallway, creating an ambient crackling.

 “I mean, he should have, if he truly loved you, right? Maybe he didn't though. Maybe he just wanted you out of the way so he could find someone else--”

 “That's not true! You must have--” you managed to blurt out, trying to push him back. You barely graced his ankle before your body sank back against the corner again, eyes fluttering and showing the whites. Todoroki dropped to a crouch before you, remaining on his haunches and eyeing you up and down with an ever calm expression.

 “...You must have...done this...”

 Todoroki merely tutted. Of course you jumped to conclusions, but that wasn't an issue for him. He'd deal with those assumptions in due course...once this little introduction to your new life together was concluded.

 It would end in one of two ways. Either you'd willingly go with him, and he'd save you. Or, you'd push yourself away, try to get out or find your beloved, and he'd still do the same.  

 After all, he'd gone to the effort of making sure you had nowhere to go, nothing else, nobody to turn to, and no other choices. All of it had gone up in flames, and you were all that remained in this former haven, a place you'd so lovingly shared with Midoriya every evening. It would be a shame not to salvage you...

 “It's not going to be long before the flames burn down your door. You're already on the verge of passing out, do you really think you can survive for much longer?”

 Truly, your vision was blotted. You sank lower and lower, feeling like you might keel over and fall off the bed entirely, until it actually happened.

 The sheets slipped away, your carpet saying hello instead. But your hand shot out to stop the fall at the last second, nails digging desperately into the fibers.

I wake up to my entire apartment building on fire...and the only person who shows up, is Todoroki.

That's not a good coincidence.

 Adrenaline surged through your body all of a sudden, and you thrust yourself up off the ground, making a straight beeline for the door. Todoroki's power would match perfectly with what had happened here, and you didn't want to stick around for what else he had planned. Why he had it planned in the first place, you didn't know. You just knew that you had to get away from him.

 “[Y/N]! You're going to die if you go out there!”

 You only believed him once you actually did. Ignoring the searing pain in your hand after opening the handle, you burst out into the corridor, which was a mess of tumbling charred wood and spitting flames. Gagging on the strong stench of pure smoke, you had to push yourself onwards.

Todoroki has changed sides, and he's coming after all his friends! Right!? That explains everything, doesn't it!?

 Why else? Yes indeed...the thought that it might have stemmed from jealousy never occurred to you. It seemed too far-fetched, since your love for him had always seemed so one-sided.

 Whether this fire had been deliberate or not, you had to get out of here regardless. You only hoped that Midoriya was okay. That he'd escaped from here in time. When had this even started happening!? As soon as you'd fallen asleep!?

 Maybe it had only been a short time. Maybe he was still in this tall building somewhere!

 “MIDORI--AH!” you cried out, or tried to at least. Yet your own choke cut yourself off, and that seemed to be the final gasp of energy within you. Your legs truly caved then, the burning floor rushing to slam against your spine as you fell backwards.

 Before you could collapse though, a pair of hands met your back and lifted you up. Up and up, saving you from the roaring rage that sought to consume you along with everyone and everything else. It was almost like you were ascending somewhere, being spirited away.

 That was when your face met his firm chest, his arms wrapping around you fully. Todoroki held you tightly to him, as if determined to never let you go. And by all means, he was.

 Todoroki 'saved you', never once revealing that it was he who was responsible for laying the embers in the first place.  

 This was to be your 'fresh start'. He'd disinfected the wound in your life, the horrible gash that not just Midoriya, but all those around you had left. Torching this entire complex had rid the world of many people who knew you, many people who were especially close to you.

 People who no longer served any purpose in Todoroki's opinion. Not when he was here for you instead now.

 Finally, the love between you could flourish...

 …

 Time passed...and you never went back to your old home.

 Instead, after allowing you to stay with him, Todoroki became your new roommate, your new neighbor...and your new lover.

 Going along with the notion that the apartment block had been destroyed by some kind of boiler malfunction, you started to become convinced. You started to believe, even when initially he seemed like the prime suspect. You started to blame Midoriya, assuming that he really had abandoned you and everyone else, since of course there was no trace of his body now.

 “It's like I said, [Y/N]. He didn't want to risk his own skin to save you. That's how much he really cared.”

Yes. He's absolutely right. You never did care...did you, Midoriya?

 In time, thoughts of the green-haired boy faded, and they were replaced with those of the one who had now become your lover. His scarred face, his white and scarlet locks, the slight smirks he would give you now and then. This was the person who you began to recognize as your one, true love.

 When he kissed you, it felt right.

 When he hugged you, it felt even better.

 When you connected intimately, his voice in your ear, hands on your body...he made you forget all about your former lover.

 To think. At one point in time you had assumed he was the one who had caused that disaster. Now though...you could no longer suspect him as a villain. Never.

 No...not Todoroki.

Because you loved him.  

You loved him. 

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[mkakki]

Amajiki Tamaki

Manga spoilers, probably? It's honestly just stupid mushy fluff that I needed to get out of my head before it rotted there.

I'm honestly just a big simp for Amajiki

I'm really truly grateful to have met somebody just like you.

He silently cursed his timid nature once more, head hung in defeat as the world swirled around him at a dizzying pace. Even with Hado and Mirio, he couldn't seem to muster the courage to do more than stutter out a few words, a stone settling in his chest.

"What's wrong, Amajiki-San? Do you not like your lunch?" Your voice, always so soft and mindful of how easily he startles, made him nearly choke on his drink. For whatever reason, despite how unapproachable he had tried to make himself out of the sheer fear of embarrassment, you always found your way to his side. You never made him uncomfortable, you never pried or tried to change who he was. You were a diluted version of Mirio, shining in a more demure way that offered a warmth.

"It's- it's not that, I just- I just....." Your soft smile never wavered as his words tapered off, swallowed awkwardly by the ambient noise of the lunchroom.

But life it goes along, and from what i know that means we'll have to part soon.

He really hated the fact that he was incapable of holding even a simple conversation with you. Was it the way his heart hammered against his rib cage like a startled bird, trying to break its way out? Or was it the fact that no matter how much water he consumed his mouth was always dry? Fat Gum would probably laugh and tell him to man up, swallow his pride and just say whats on his mind.

" Are you nervous about the upcoming mission? I have to admit, I'm honestly kind of scared." You chuckled, even if your eyes were full of doubt, and more than a slight dose of fear. He swallowed his resolve, and somehow managed to drag his eyes up to meet your own.

" You don't have to be scared because, ah, uhm, I promise- I uh-" He could feel his meal threatening to make a reappearance, even as the fear dissolved into curiosity in your eyes. He wasn't brave like Fat, or even Kirishima. They could probably talk to you and not have as many problems, they would be able to blurt out their feelings. He hated how his mind spiraled into chaos the moment he even began to think about saying anything that might even imply how he felt.

"You're right, I shouldn't be scared. We've been training for stuff like this, to be Pro-Heroes. I wish I could be as brave as you are, Amajiki-San," you sighed wistfully.

I'm just so much weaker than you ever thought I was, than you ever would have wanted to believe. So why..?

"I'm not brave, I'm actually pretty pathetic." His mouth quivered at the thought of having to face the mission himself. It was terrifying, either of you could lose your lives in this upcoming mess. Maybe even both of you.

" There it is, that weak resolve of yours. I don't know how many times I have to tell you that you're really strong. You've done so much to strengthen your quirk." You turned to give him a smile, a true and genuine one. The dark shadow of fear still clung to the edges of it though, maybe you were just as worried as he was? " Besides, we'll have each others backs right? Fat Gum told me that if I was too worried I could stick with him, and that I can always rely on you."

"Y/n-San, I-uh, I have to tell you-" He squeezed his eyes shut, hands trembling slightly at his sides. It was now or never, Tamaki. He didn't think he would be able to face Mirio if something happened and he didn't at least tell you. " I- I promise to uh, I'll make sure you're safe."

"You promise?" It was almost like the noise fell away, that a fragile bubble of peace had somehow burst into existence between the two of you. Somehow the lunch room felt a little less suffocating, and even the quiet corner the two of you occupied seemed even more private and intimate. He jerked his head up in a shaky nod.

You placed your hand next to his, just barely close enough to brush it. Panic immediately set in at the thought of you touching his clammy palms, which only made them sweat more.

" Well now I really will have to rely on you, Amajiki-San."

"Promise, that uh, promise you'll only rely on me?" He was fumbling, awkwardly, unsure of the territory he was entering. He swiped his hand across his thigh in an attempt to dry it slightly before placing it over yours. You seemed unsure yourself, pink blossoming across your face, lips parted slightly. It was unusual for him to be bold this way. "I'll make sure I'm always there."

He wanted to shrivel up and disappear, anything to escape the sweet expression on your face. He was waiting for you to tease him, anything. Instead the pink that had only slightly appeared, darkened as you flipped your hand over to grasp his. Heat rushed to his own face, and he once more cursed his sweaty palms.

"Hey Amajiki-San, when all of this is settled we should go- go on a date." You had averted your gaze, and he could only stare at your, mouth agape. He had never heard you uncertain of your words. You were soft spoken, but in volume alone. You never had a problem voicing your opinions, and you often stood up for him,

"That would be nice."

"Well it's about time!" You let out a shriek, caught completely off-guard by Mirio who popped out of the ground. "Hado and I were eavesdropping, sorry, but we didn't know how long it was going to take for this to happen."

He didn't care, he was pretty sure that his soul had already ascended. Even as you berated Mirio for scaring you half to death, you kept your fingers loosely intertwined with his, making his bird heart flap away nervously in his chest.

Maybe, just maybe, he could be brave every once and a while.

[shari-berri]

As an even further promo, have some quotes taken from my books on Wattpad, all under the same name ShariHorse

Beat My Meat BNHA x reader crackfic

"Shota!" I cried. At this point, he had recovered from shock and stood up slowly. My knees shook as I lifted myself up. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I claimed him as my bitch.

Bnha x reader oneshots

Turning towards me, Shota have a lazy smirk. "So," he began, grin widening, "you like me, huh? I guess that is to be expected, with my roguishly good looks and whatnot." Flustered, I covered my face with my hands, not wanting to face him. I felt rough hands grab my wrists, pulling my palms away and revealing my cherry red face.

Mother Todoroki x mother reader

I walked into the room without knocking on the door, because who needs respect. Heads snapped up from their worksheets and they greeted me politely.

"Hello (L/N) sensei!"

I smiled brightly at them before replying. "Wassup class." (I really want reader to pull out shades)

Pokemon x reader oneshots

As the couple was leaving, Misty pulled y/n aside and whispered,

"Y/n, do you enjoy when he uses his tentacles?"

[midoriaww]

Your Izuku writing is 💋🤌 chefs kiss, so good. Prompt #3 in fluff I feel like would be so cute with grown up hero Midorya, with some sweet romantic tension if you feel like writing about it! Not really sure how detailed a request senario should be, but I was thinking something along the lines of coffee shop, reader is the barista at a cafe that Iz frequents (long time crush type thing going on, where they both like eachother but are too shy to say). Reader spills coffee everywhere as Izuku walks in. its funny at first, cue prompt, all cute laughs… but then he gets serious when he realises she has burnt her hand or something lol. And thenn she wants to get on with her shift but he wont let her until her hand is all treated... ✨romanic tension✨. Very cliche, but im a sucker for those coffee shop fics... honestly take it in whatever direction cause your writing is awesome !

[Author's notes:

You have no idea how happy this ask made me and I loved your concept so I did my best to do it justice. Also, I'm so sorry this took so long but I hope it was worth the wait!

summary: Y/N works at a coffee shop where ProHero!Deku frequents and one evening, an accident brings them closer than ever.

warnings: fluff, mutual pining, lack of proof-reading, Y/N gets burnt]

The attack was over in seconds. The pro heroes had ended the villainous tyranny as quick as they had arrived on the scene, barely breaking a sweat. Yet they remained humble; smiling and waving to the crowds, reassuring the residents that they were now safe.

You watched them from the large window of the coffee shop where you worked, the crowds gathering around the heros and cheering. The sun blared off the heros armour like a God. Soon enough, though, the heros made their leave to make sure the villain was locked away for good.

You sighed as you watched everyone disperse, going back to their normal lives. As much as you enjoyed watching the heros at work, a part of you wished that someone else would turn up - someone you'd had your eye on for a very long time. A hero by the name of Deku. He would come into the coffee shop sometimes and although he was mostly always wearing casual clothing, you recognised him from a few major fights around town. You had seen his resilience in the face of evil and it was admirable, to say the least. Not to mention, he was super cute and always thanked you when you served him coffee with a smile.

However, in the few weeks that you had met, he never once engaged in more than small talk. Was he just too busy? Did he find me boring? You had thought. Or was he genuinely interested in what my commute to work was like?

Your contemplation was interrupted by your boss talking beside you. "Bloody miracle no one got hurt. That villain was huge!" She commented, hands on her hips and looking out the window. "Those heroes are pretty strong to take down a guy like that." You just nodded.

"The only drawback is...they stole all our customers!" Your boss groaned dramatically. You laughed a little as you surveyed the empty café. The brown leather armchairs looked so lonely for once. A bit of dust swirled in the sunlight beside it and the chairs by the windows had been knocked over as people had scrambled to the doors a few minutes ago. I guess it's always exciting to see a fight go down; you even stopped brewing coffee just to catch a glimpse of what was going on outside.

Your boss looked over to you, smiling smugly. "Sorry your heartthrob hero didn't turn up this time."

"What are you talking about?" You squeaked, trying to hide your blush behind your hair.

"Oh come on, Y/N! We both know that you've got the hots for that hunk of broccoli man and it seems like he does too." She teased, leaning her back against the counter.

You were about to laugh at how your boss referred to Deku but then you realised... "You think he likes me too?" You asked incredulously, eyes wide.

She scoffed with her usual dramatics, her voice becoming louder and more enthusiastic. "Yes! You really haven't noticed?"

You shook your head and half shrugged. "I mean...he's always nice to me?"

An eyeroll from the taller lady. "Y/N." She looked down at you under her eyebrows almost pitifully but with a knowing smile. "You should have seen him the other day. After you served him."

You urged her to go on with a curious look.

"You were serving coffee to that old guy by the window and you read out the menu when he forgot his glasses. I was working very hard doing managerial things," You giggled at that. "when I realised...he was totally checking you out!"

Your face exploded in a red flush. "Y-you're kidding!"

Her head shook furiously. "No way! He looked completely whipped by you."

The fact that your boss was telling you this was making your cheeks burn, the butterflies in your stomach going crazy. Was this true? Did Deku really like you? The thought sent a smile to your face, a giddy feeling rushing through your body.

Deku had always caught your attention - along with many others - because of his selfless acts of kindness and heroism. Those green eyes were so full of wonder and every time he reached for the coffee cup you handed him, you noticed the thin scars across his knuckles. You hoped that he didn't catch you staring but you also wished that you could trace your hands over his, feeling the broken skin now healed. You wanted to know all his stories. But you were both too shy to initiate any contact.

The time was now 4pm which meant it was almost the end of your bosses shift so you took this moment to clear the tables of mugs and saucers, making sure everything was spotless, since you'd be serving for a few more hours. You took a lot of pride in your job because you genuinely enjoyed it - serving interesting people coffee and watching as they carried out their lives - it was a form of meditation that you'd come to crave. Sure, there were days where you felt like your head was going to explode from trying to keep track of everything or a nasty customer would give you grief, but honestly, you were content with just being here - making a difference in the smallest of ways. You wondered about Deku in this moment; does he feel the same way?

It was only going to be you left in the shop this evening which you were fine with since it was a Tuesday night and it didn't get very busy usually. You grabbed your phone and set up your playlist, connecting it to the shop speakers.

Your boss emerged from the back of the store with her bag and stuffed her brown apron into it. "Can you make sure the dishwasher goes on tonight? Jacob didn't put it on last shift." She groaned with an eyeroll. 

You smiled and nodded. "Will do."

"Oh, and remember to-"

"Set the alarm before I leave. Let me guess, he didn't do that either?" You couldn't help but giggle at your bosses irritated face.

"Well, at least I know the shop is in safe hands tonight." She sighed and gathered the last of her things. "I'll see you tomorrow." She called as she headed for the door with a wave.

Once you farewelled her, you took a deep breath and looked around. The shop was quiet for now but you knew that people would still come at this time in the afternoon and you wanted to make their time after work a pleasant one. Therefore, you took extra care in rearranging the wooden chairs neatly, wiping the tabletops until they sparkled and fluffing up the embroidered pillows on the brown leather couches. You had always felt a certain sense of care in relation to your job. When faced with a challenge or task, you found a great attitude always made things easier and more enjoyable. After all, you are what you think.

The sound of passing cars and the occasional train horn were mixed with the chatter of a couple of patrons and the gentle clinking of porcelain. Your music playlist had mellowed into a relaxing Japanese song and in that moment - carefully drying a glass with a striped teatowel - you felt truly at peace. And as you greeted the customer walking through the door with a chime, you made a promise to yourself to make this day an enjoyable one for all.

A couple of hours later, you were in the middle of making a flat white for one of the few customers that sat scattered around the shop. The strong scent of coffee filled your senses as you poured the steaming milk into a mug skillfully. Doing this had become second nature to you, but even so, you never really tired of it. No two coffees were really the same. You took a moment to swirl the milk back and forth to create a pattern in the froth and placed the copper mug on a matching saucer. The customer thanked you wholeheartedly as you placed the art in front of them at their table with a smile. A polite but genuine interaction.

As you were walking back to the counter, you heard the bell chime above the door and spun your head around to greet them. However, your voice sort of failed you once you saw who it was.

"Deku?" You asked, surprised. This seemed to startle him as he hurried to shush you.

"U-um, I don't want to be recognised." He half-whispered to you, looking around.

You felt bad for almost outing him but did he really think that black beanie was going to disguise him? After all, you recognised him almost straight away. You softly winced an apology and led him to the counter. 

"Well then...what can I get you, stranger?" You joked with a friendly smile in an attempt to calm him. It seemed to work because he laughed a little and you could see his shoulders visibly relax. 

"I'll have whatever you feel like making."

You raised an eyebrow. "You're letting me decide?"

He nodded a little too enthusiastically which you found cute and leaned on the wooden counter. 

You couldn't help but giggle and take on his challenge. "Alright, won't be long then, sir."

He blushed a little and took a seat by the counter. "Call me Izuku."

You nodded in response casually and went back to filling the coffee pot, although, on the inside you were ecstatic at having permission to use his real name.

It was mostly silent between the two of you as you made his drink but it wasn't uncomfortable at all, actually, he seemed to enjoy watching you. His green eyes followed your every action, taking in the slow way you stirred the chocolate powder with a bit of hot water. Even this small action seemed to calm him and the smell was divine.

You almost took him by surprise when you placed the mug in front of him with a smile.

"Done already?" He asked, eyes wide and full of excitement.

You nodded and leaned against the counter, smiling proudly. "I make this a lot at home so..."

Izuku listened intently but when he realised you had nothing else to say, he brought the mug up to his lips, the steam kissing his freckled face.

It was a dark chocolatey colour and there were a few specks of dark brown - a spice that he recognised the smell of immediately - cinnamon. Although, when he tasted the beverage, there was another flavour he couldn't quite put his finger on. It was stronger than cinnamon and sort of nutty but with a similar warmth.

"It's my favourite way to make hot chocolate; with a little bit of cinnamon and a pinch of ground cloves." You explained.

Izuku's smile matched the warmth of the drink and he curled his scarred fingers around the mug. "I love it. Thank you." 

Although you were used to genuine thanks in this job, gratitude from the Number 1 Hero was beyond belief. A blush crept its way up your cheeks and you struggled to make eye contact with him. His eyes were so beautiful - an impossible shade of green - with no malicious intent. Surely these weren't the same eyes that faced dangerous villains on the daily?

"Um...what do I owe you?" He suddenly asked, snapping your attention away from your daydreams. You cocked your head to the side, confused, until he pulled out his wallet (was that All Might on the front of it?) and began to start sifting through it. 

"What? No, nothing! It's on the house." You flustered, shaking your hands in rejection. 

"I can't just take it for free. Here." Izuku persisted, holding out some money to you. 

"No, really, it's fine. I wanted to make it for you anyway." 

"Just because I'm the Number One Hero, doesn't mean I can't pay for a drink." 

"I'm not saying that-"

"Look, just take it. Please."

"No."

Clink. The money is put in the tip jar. Silence takes over as you stare at each other. You can see the smile creeping onto his face and you both begin to laugh, seemingly taken aback by both of your childishness. 

"I never knew you were so stubborn." You joked, wiping away a warm tear from your sudden laughing fit. 

"The same goes for you." His smile is infectious.

After quickly serving a customer, you smirked a little at Izuku as he continued to sip at his drink. "So, that's your disguise, huh?" 

The hero brought up his hand to his head, fixing the black beanie atop his dark green waves.

"I mean, it suits you, but why don't you want to be recognised?" You pondered, steaming some milk. "I thought heroes liked getting noticed?" 

He seemed a little sheepish and rubbed the back of his neck, looking down shyly. "Well, um...the truth is...I wanted a chance to ask you out properly." 

Did you hear him right? Did the Deku just say he wanted to go out with you? 

Your heart was pounding in your chest like never before. You suddenly felt very hot, namely, in your right hand. Wait, why was that? 

You winced all of a sudden, dropping the mug with a loud clatter. A few customers snapped their attention over from the sound. 

Deku's eyes widened a little and stood up. "It looks like you're in trouble there. Can I help?"

You shook your head, profusely, embarrassed at making such a mess and acting like a fool in front of him. "N-no, it's fine." 

He felt bad for making you drop the drink you were making but his guilty thoughts were immediately replaced by concern once he saw the careful way you held your right hand. 

"Are you hurt?" Izuku asked, with a seriousness in his voice that you'd never heard before. And although you said you were fine, your watery eyes said otherwise. 

"I-it's just a burn. No biggie." You smiled a little at him, searching under the counter to grab a cloth to wipe up the mess on the floor. But before you could, Izuku's hand gently grasped yours, making you look up at him. His eyebrows were knitted together as he inspected the burn on your hand, careful not to touch it. His hands were hot from the beverage and most likely from his previous embarrassment. 

"You should put this under cold water for a few minutes." He recommended like a doctor, scanning around the back counter for a sink. 

You shook your head slightly. "It's okay. I've got coffee orders to make." Your stubbornness was showing again and Izuku noticed it, becoming more serious, but also concerned. 

"Y/N, don't worry about it. It's my job to help people. Now, go." There was no arguing with him so you retreated to the back and ran your burnt hand under the cool water. It hurt at first but it quickly became soothing and you knew that you needed to keep it submerged for a while. A sigh escaped your lips once you were alone, having nothing to do but think about Izukus confession. The thought of going out with him was like a dream. You had liked him for so long and you craved to know more about him, other than just his pro hero work. You wondered what he did in his spare time, what he liked to eat, what his favourite movie was, what it was like to kiss him? You blushed at the thought of his lips, but you couldn't help it; they just looked so kissable and his smile was to die for. Maybe he had thought about kissing you too?

After a few more minutes, you emerged from the back to see more people than you've ever seen in your coffee shop, all huddled around the counter. Deku was in the middle of it, beanie now discarded and doing his best to fulfill orders that he received from his doting fans. 

Oh, no. This is bad. Does Izuku even know how to make coffee? You thought to yourself.

Yet, the Number One Hero seemed to be doing incredibly, serving out drinks left, right and center. You were impressed. Another thing you didn't know about him. 

Thankfully though, you realised that it was late and stepped forward to announce the closing call. Deku helped you file the people out of the coffee shop, happily farewelling his supporters into the night. 

Once everyone had left, you turned the sign around to display that the cafe was now closed, and thank God for that. You heaved a sigh of relief you didn't know you were holding onto. "Well...that was something." You joked, your hand on your hip as you smiled at Izuku. 

He chuckled slightly and ran a hand through his hair, picking up his beanie and dusting coffee grains off it. "Sorry about that. I got recognised." 

You scoffed and smirked at him, walking back over to the counter. "What did you expect? Your disguise wasn't exactly genius." 

He laughed a little, shuffling his feet. 

You bit your lip in the silence. "And, um, you're incredibly handsome too, so..." You shrugged a little. Oh my gosh, I'm flirting with Deku. 

His smile grew and his eyes softened as he stared at you. "Thank you." 

Another patch of comfortable silence. 

"How's your hand now?" He asked, breaking the stillness and stepping closer to you. 

Your breath hitched as you felt the heat radiating off his body from how close he was and you could slightly smell hot chocolate on his breath. Gently, he took your injured hand in his larger ones and examined it. He sighed. "If only I had a healing quirk." 

This made you laugh. "Don't be silly. Your quirk is way cooler than that." Your smile softened as you looked at him. "But, thank you. It'll heal by itself sure enough." You reassured him with an angelic smile that made his heart melt. He suddenly remembered why he came here tonight. 

"Um, Y/N...so, would you like to go out with me?" He had done it. He had asked. But that didn't stop his heart from hammering in his chest and his mouth from feeling dry. He awaited your answer nervously, fiddling with the beanie in his warm hands. 

When he glanced up again, your lips connected with his in a short but electric kiss. "Does that answer your question?" A whisper against his lips.

Izuku smiled, pulling you close by the waist. "So, you've been waiting for this as long as I have, then?" 

You tangled your hands through his hair and beamed up at him. "Longer."

[that-one-jasper]

BNHA Sero X Reader

(Quirk: Webs. You can shoot webs from your hands that are used for combat. You can also cling to walls, superhuman strength, a  sense that alerts you to danger, perfect balance, as well as increased agility.) Costume; here (for the sake of this the mask is separate from the actual costume.) (Basically, Spiderman's powers since I think I can write a good one-shot with that power, so I also just used a costume from the spider-verse movie, I hope you guys don't mind. If you really don't like that idea though you can create your own costume since I won't really be saying any details about it.)

Regular. P.o.V (Friday)

   You shyly stroll through the hallways of U.A, making your way to your classroom. You were still getting familiar with the school, having only been there for less than a week. The only people you had really hung out with were Izuku, Uraraka, Iida, Mina, and Kirishima. In your opinion, those were the people who you had got along with best so far. Kirishima had said he wanted you to hand out with the rest of his friends, which you were kind of on the fence about since you found Bakugo incredibly intimidating.       School was gonna start in almost ten minutes so you weren't surprised to already see most of the class there. You walked up to Kirishima, who was talking to another boy with black hair who you believed his name was Sero, the one with the tape quirk.   "Hey Kirishima," you greeted, smiling at him. He turned his attention to you with a bright smile. "Hey Y/n! This is Sero, one of my other friends." Sero sent you a friendly smile and waved, causing you to smile back. "Hi Sero," you greeted happily. "It's good to meet you Y/n, How have you been adjusting to the school? I know dorms can be kinda intimidating for some people." You nodded your head. "It's been going smoothly! I just finished putting my room together last night, and getting the hang of all the directions." Sero also nodded his head. "That can also get super confusing at first."           Kirishima smiled at himself at how well you two had hit it off, which only encouraged the idea of you meeting the rest of his friends. "Since the class is about to start why don't you sit with us at lunch Y/n? I'm sure the others would like to get to know you better too," Kirishima suggested, making you look a little uneasy. "I'm not sure about that, Bakugo is super intimidating to me I don't think he'd want me to intrude." Kirishima was about to say something before Sero beat him to it. "Well you can always sit between Kirishima and me since we've already met beforehand, and if he tries anything he'd need to get past both of us." You thought about it for a minute before agreeing. "A-Alright if you really want me to I will." Sero sent you a smile that you gladly returned before going over to your desk, leaving him and Kirishima, who was grinning like an idiot. "Dude! You totally like her," he accused pointing at him. A light blush quickly went across his friend's face, who denied it. "What? No! We just met." Kirishima shook his head. "Love at first sight bro. Admit it You have a crush." Sero once again shook his head. "I don't have a crush on her, but I will admit she's pretty cute and easy to talk to." Kirishima sent a knowing look to his friend before going over to his desk, the bell ringing.     Class went by swiftly, you had been given an assignment that was due next week, which shouldn't be that hard to complete. As you packed up your things for lunch, Sero and Kirishima were already at your desk. "The others said they'd meet us down there to grab seats," Sero told, making you nod. "You sure they're gonna be okay with this? I'd really hate to intrude," you said hesitantly, gathering your books. Kirishima just chuckled at you. "Trust us, they're cool with it. We shouldn't keep them waiting though, so let's go." He encouraged, as the three of you walked out of the classroom and down to the cafeteria. ----Super-Mini-Time-skip----

    You sat down at the table with your lunch, Sero sitting at your left and Kirishima sitting at your right. "Guys this is Y/n," Sero introduced. You smiled and waved at the small group. You had already met Mina before in the dorms, but you hadn't met Kaminari or Bakugo. "It's nice to meet you all," you say politely, still very intimidated by Bakugo. "Hey cutie~ I'm Kaminari," the electric quirked blonde introduced flirtatiously, winking at you. Your face heated up in embarrassment and you sent your gaze onto the table. "Oi, you're making her fucking uncomfortable." Bakugo huffed, eating his own meal. "Don't mind them! I'm Mina, we met the other day in the dorms!" She smiled, which caused you to smile back. "See? They're not that intimidating," Kirishima chuckled, giving you a light pat on the back. You chuckled as well and nodded your head. "I guess you're right. How's everyone's day going then?" "Better now that you're here cutie," Kaminari replied, making you roll your eyes. "Yeah, Yeah, you're gonna need to try a lot harder than that." "It's been pretty well, I hear we have hero training after lunch," Your eyes lit up at Mina's reply. "We do? What do you guys normally do for that? I'd love to spar," you rambled, earning a laugh from the group. "I've never seen someone so enthusiastic about hero training before," Sero chuckled. "Have you done training at your old high school?" Kirishima questioned, and you nodded. "Obviously not as high tech as you guys but we always did sparring matches either with or without quirks. It's super fun." "That reminds me, what is your quirk?" Kaminari asked, smiling at how you opened up to the group easily. "My quirk is called Webs! I can shoot webs from my hands that can be used either for combat or defence, I can cling to walls, and I have superhuman-like strength with perfect balance, as well as increased agility. I also have this sixth sense that alerts me to danger, so I can react beforehand." You were always happy explaining your quirk, so it seemed like no issue when he had asked. "So you're like Soy Sauce over there?" Bakugo demanded, pointing over at Sero. You giggled at the nickname. "Soy Sauce? Where'd that nickname come from?" Sero's face flushed a bright red as he sighed. "It's a long story." You merely giggled again. "Do you have nicknames for everyone here?" Mina's eyes also lit up as she giggled with laughter. "Yea, he does! You wanna hear his nickname too?" You eagerly nodded your head as she went around the table. "Well first, he calls Kirishima 'Shitty Hair', He calls Denki a 'Discount Pikachu,' and he calls me 'Raccoon Eyes.' Then, one day Kiri had the wonderful nickname for Bakugo, which is 'Blasy McSplodes.' " You started laughing, and Bakugo had such an angry expression but you were too caught up to notice it. "Really? Those are great! I think I like Bakug-" you were cut off when said boy slammed his hands on the table, small explosions emitting from them. "YOU WANNA KEEP FUCKING LAUGHING?!" He screamed at you, making you hide your face in your hands and cower behind Sero, who had moved in front of you to separate Bakugo. Kirishima also moved over as to be more in front of you and to calm Bakugo down. Mina and Kaminari sat shocked, not knowing what to fully do. Unfortunately, Bakugo managed to grab the collar of your shirt and pull you closer, giving you the scariest look you've ever seen. "ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION YOU WANNA KEEP FUCKING LAUGHING?!" At this point, tears were beginning to blur your vision and you struggled to get free but he kept his grip tight. "You better fucking hope we don't fight each other in hero training, or I will kick your ass," he growled, before dropping you and storming away. You couldn't do anything. You were so terrified. You sat shaking badly, not even able to get words out of your mouth correctly. Kirishima had gone to pull you into a hug but you flinched away. "Y/n.." Sero frowned. "...I should go..." You mumbled shakily, before standing up and leaving.     "What the hell happened?" Kaminari finally managed to find his voice. "Maybe we caught him in a bad mood or something?" Mina shrugged, "who knows, he's never reacted to us laughing at his nickname like that before." The group stared in the direction that you had left, then spending the rest of the free period in silence.

     Lunch was over, and you were still shaking. You couldn't get that terrifying look out of your head, or the threats he had given. He raised his voice so loudly. You thought he was going to murder you then and there. You sat at your desk, your hands over your head protectively, your eyes all red form the crying you had been doing before showing up.    As the class started to fill with the other students, all took notice of your terrified state. Even Izuku tried to help you as calmly as possible but you'd just flinch away and tell him not to touch you. everyone was concerned and when asked what happened all you'd do was just freeze, and the same fear that flashed in your eyes from the cafeteria would show again.     When All Might had shown up and announced you'd have hero training, your fear increased to almost the maximum level. Your breathing increased as you made your way to change into your costume your anxiety becoming worse by the second just thinking about fighting Bakugo.    "Y/n, are you alright?" Uraraka had a concerned look on her face, and when she went to put her hand on your shoulder you flinched away. You started changing into your costume silently, before nodding. She crossed her arms, also finishing changing into her costume before the two of you walked out. "I don't believe you, what happened?" You sighed, "...I don't want to talk a-about it.." She sighed and gave you a small smile. "Well, I'm here to talk if you want."

     Finally, you two had reached where the rest of the class was supposed to gather, and instinctively you moved over to where Sero and Kirishima were, taking off your mask. "Y/n, you okay?" Sero sent you a concerned and slightly guilty look. "I...I'm so scared.." You muttered, barely audible to the two males standing in front of you. "He...He looked so terrifying, I felt like I was going to die then and there. I can't get it out of my head. Every time someone goes near me or tries to touch me I just get that feeling that I'm gonna get hit and I flinch away." Sero's frown became more prominent. "Bakugo's not here, alright? It's just Kirishima and me." Kirishima had slowly moved his hand to you, but you flinched anyway. "Bakugo broke her confidence," the redhead looked at you wide-eyed. "Who did I fucking break Shitty Hair?" Bakugo demanded. As you heard his voice fear-filled your eyes again and you were frozen in place. Sero stood protectively in front of you as did Kirishima. "You broke Y/n. She's not letting anyone touch her, and she's always got that fear in her eyes now. She can barely talk to anyone no one can approach her since she thinks she's going to get hit," Sero ranted, glaring down the blond.     Bakugo gave them a skeptical look. "Move." He demanded. Sero and Kirishima didn't budge. "I'm not going to fucking hurt her," hesitantly, the males move away but stayed at a close distance. As he stepped towards you, you jumped and move back, and as he reached out to you he witnesses the most terrified being in his life. The look of fear that flashed through your eyes was so clear it was hard for anyone to miss it. "P...Please don't," you mumbled, your eyes shut tight and your arms up in defence, your breathing out of control. Bakugo did nothing but stare at you with a straight face. "You're never going to become a hero if you're scared of one incident. You'll just be a liability." He didn't say anything else and walked away back to minding his own business. cautiously you put your arms down and opened your eyes. "It's alright Y/n, he left." Sero comforted. "Can...Can I hug you?" He asked, which you thought about before nodding. Slowly and carefully, he made sure you could see his hands and wrapped his arms around you. You still flinched but it wasn't as noticeable, and you managed to return the hug. "Bakugo's right.." You mumbled, still in the embrace. "I won't ever be a good hero if I get scared all the time.." Sero frowned hugged you tighter. "You'll be an amazing hero no matter what, alright?" You pulled back and stared at Sero, almost losing focus when All Might had landed in front of the group, startling you.        "I Am Here!!" He shouted his catchphrase. "Today will be light training, nothing too big. First, pick a partner!" You quickly looked over at Sero who had nodded. "Everyone has a partner? Good! You'll be fighting against them. The rules are; if you end up immobile, or injured your partner wins and vice versa. I'll stop the fight if I need to. We'll be using sight Beta. " You felt a slight twinge of excitement and gave Sero a smile.

     Time went on and you and Sero waited for your turn to spar. So far it had been Izuku and Uraraka, Jirou and Momo, and now it was Kirishima and Bakugo. You had been watching how Bakugo fights, and his intensity. "I wanna fight like that." Your voice came out firm, as your attention was still drawn to the battle. Sero looked over at you. "You want to fight like Bakugo?" You nodded your head. "Sure I'm still scared of him but...But to fight like you have no fears and to fight with your all is what heroes do, right?" Sero was quiet for a moment before nodding. "You do have a valid point, I'm curious to see what you can do." "Same here," you smiled. The battle between them had gone on for almost 15 minutes when Kirishima had ended up being pinned to the ground by Bakugo. "Kirishima is pinned! Bakugo is the winner!" All Might announced. Turning to the rest of the group he announced in his loud voice, "Sero and L/n, you're up!" You gave Sero one last confident smile before throwing your mask on.

--Your P.o.V--

     I stood defensively across from Sero, waiting for All Might to give the all-clear. "I'm not gonna go easy on you!" I shouted I could see Sero smile. "Good! I don't expect you too!" "Start!" All Might's voice yelled.    I ran quickly towards him, trying to mimic the same intensity as Bakugo. I dodged Sero's tape and managed to shoot webs at his mask, temporarily leaving him defenceless. I ran up and managed to do some hand to hand combat with him as he struggled to get the web off of his mask. While I was up close he managed to get tape around my wrists, so I had used them to my advantage. Running back as far as I could then run back up to him, yanking the tape with me causing him to stumble forward, finally getting the webs off of his mask. As he went forward I jumped and kicked off of his chest, breaking the tape connecting us in the process. He stumbled back and fell, but quickly got to his feet before I could do anything. I moved back, trying to dodge his attacks that had become constant. I couldn't get close with him constantly shooting, so I tried to the web at least one of his elbows so he couldn't use his quirk. As he kept shooting I manage to hit his mask again, and shot a web up, and swung behind him. --Regular P.o.V--      While he was distracted still trying to clear his mask once again, you had snuck up behind him, and used webs to grab his wrist, yanking it up you manage to web up one elbow before he had shot tape at you, getting your leg and yanking you forward, causing you to land backwards. He kept moving forward causing you to panic and look around. As frantic as you were, you saw a fairly tall building and shot a web towards it, you began being lifted into the air, which halfway had shaken off Sero's tape, causing him to fall since he wasn't expecting to be airborne. You managed to climb to the roof of the building swiftly before he noticed where you had gone. As he looked around frantically, you jumped off the building and started falling towards him. As you fell, you lined yourself up and hit him from behind, slamming him into the ground then shooting to another building roof. You could hear him grunt and cough before chuckling. "D-Damn you weren't lying when you said you wouldn't hold back," You giggled. "Of course I didn't lie! I need to fight with intensity!" You called, landing the same hit on him again, before webbing his arms and legs together.     Sero tried to struggle, to get one of his elbows free, but quickly realized it was useless. "Sero is immobile! L/n is the Winner!"

 You helped Sero untangle himself from your webs, as you checked for any serious injury. "That one hit really knocked me down," he chuckled. "Are you okay? Do you need to see Recovery Girl?" you questioned, walking back to where the others were. He shook his head, "I think I'm okay, just some bad bruising. You really went intense there huh?" You chuckled and nodded your head. "Like I said, I wanted to match Bakugo's intensity, though I don't think I was even close." Sero gave you a small pat on the head and chuckled. "I don't think anyone could match his intensity."

   You two finally met up with the rest of the class, where Kirishima and Mina were the first to greet you two. "Y/n! Your quirk looked so cool!" Mina gasped, making you chuckle. Taking off your mask, you wiped the sweat off your forehead with your sleeve. "Thanks, Mina," you smiled at your friend. "Sero, you okay man? You took quite the hit back there," Kirishima asked, a little concerned for his friend.  Sero nodded his head. "It's cool, I wasn't hurt too bad." As the four of you kept conversing, waiting for the next pair to start, Bakugo had walked up to you. "I wanna talk with you." He demanded, giving you a stern look. You froze and looked over at Sero, who merely narrowed his eyes at Bakugo. "Why?" All he got was a grunt in return. Sero was going to say something before Kirishima whispered something in his ear, causing him to back off. "You going to come with me or not?" You looked around the group but all you had gotten were confused glances from Mina and Sero, and a smile and thumbs up from Kirishima. Sighing, you had no choice but to follow the ticking time bomb.     "Wh-What do you need Bakugo?" You'd be lying to say you weren't scared of him, but you weren't as scared as you were at lunch. "You did okay out there." He stated, avoiding eye contact. Your eyes widened in shock, and you nodded your head. "Thanks, I was trying to match your intensity." This time Bakugo looked up at you as if asking you to continue. "I saw you fight with everything you had, you put a lot of intensity in it. I thought that if I matched to it I'd do better since that's what heroes do right? They fight with everything they got no matter how scared?" Bakugo gave you a smirk and nodded his head. "Glad you finally fucking got it. I..overreacted in the cafeteria. I was just in a bad fucking mood." Bakugo was talking very quietly now, so it was only you being able to hear. "I saw how fucking terrified you looked, and-and," you cut him off, a small smile on your face. "It's alright, you don't have to say it. I accept your apology." Bakugo nodded and turned his head towards where the other part of the group was, where Kirishima noticed and gave you both a smile.    The two of you returned to the small group, Bakugo wearing a stern face, as you had a small smile. "You guys work everything out? Kirishima asked, standing next to Bakugo. You nodded your head. "Yeah, we did." Sero, having finished his conversation with Mina had realized you and Bakugo had finished your talk. "Well, since we're all in equal terms now, why not host a movie night tonight? The five of us?" everyone seemed to nod their heads in agreement, and Mina had gone to go ask Kaminari, who had also agreed.

    After hero training was done, the five of you had all quickly made your way to the dorms. "I have a bunch of movies we can watch, I'll go grab them!" You grinned, running towards your room, unaware of a certain pair of eyes that watched you leave. "You have a crush!" Mina shouted, pointing at Sero, who jumped in shock. "What!? What is with you guys and saying that!?" Everyone, except Bakugo, had sent him a knowing look as if to say he couldn't deny it. "You like Y/n! Damn," Kaminari teased, winking at his friends. Sero huffed and crossed his arms. "So what if I do? I just met her today! There's no way I'd tell her now." He exclaimed, his friends laughing at his little outburst. "That's fine, but you should tell her quickly, I think Bakugo might have a Lil' something for her too," Mina joked, patting said boy's shoulder. "Like fucking hell I do!" He denied, huffing and turning away. "Let's just set up the fucking T.V," he grumbled. "I'll go grab snacks!" Kaminari shouted, running into the kitchen part of the dorms.

     You returned to the group with a fairly large stack of movies, and a huge smile on your face. "I mainly have Disney and horror movies but there are some comedies." You told, lying all the cases on the floor. What ones do you guys wanna watch?" Kirishima was the first to answer you. "We should binge all of them! First, go with the horror films, then comedies, and finishing it off with Disney," You nodded, "That sound good?" Mina, Sero and you assumed Bakugo agreed since he didn't really say anything, but you had gotten hum of approval. "Kaminari you cool with that!?" You shouted, hearing a 'Yeah!' back. "Okay lemme see what we have for horror," you mumbled, looking around the big pile.  In total, you had about 8 horror movies. "Okay, I have, Sinister, Sinister 2, It Follows, 2018 IT, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Silent Hill, The Bye Bye Man, and Babadook. Which one to start?" "Silent Hill!" Mina eagerly shouted, causing you to laugh. "One vote for Silent Hill, anyone else?" "Sure I'll watch it," Sero agreed. "Nice! I wanna watch it too, so that's three votes, Kirishima? Bakugo? Which ones?" "I don't fucking care these movies aren't even scary." "Kaminari! You good with Silent Hill!?" "Hell yeah! Snacks'll be done in a minute!" "Thank you!" You shouted back.     Since school had literally just finished, students were still coming into the dorms to finally get a break from school life. You didn't really mind, having already expected it. As you put the disk in for the movie, Kaminari had arrived with snacks, which had consisted of three bowls of popcorn and a bunch of sodas and sat on the couch. Since there were already four people on the couch, you just sat on the floor.  "Hey, Kaminari could you-" you were cut off when Sero had sat down next to you with a bowl of popcorn and two soda cans. "Here," Sero put the bowl in between you and handed you a can of soda. "Oh, thanks Sero!" You beamed and turned your attention towards the movie.     after around six out of the eight horror films, you guys had gone through all of the snacks, and it was nearing around 12AM. You were getting sleepy, and currently, it was about halfway through Babadook. Everyone else was still awake, and still seemed lively, but you were struggling to keep your eyes open. The bowl in between you and Sero had been moved back out into the kitchen, so you moved over closer and leaned your head on his shoulder, slowly passing out. "Y/n?" He whispered, carefully looking down at you. "I'm a little sleepy, is it alright if I can stay like this? I can move if you want," you whispered back, getting ready to just lay on the floor. "N-No, it's fine," he answered. As you laid your head back on his shoulder, he put an arm around you and rested it on your waist, also leaning his head on yours. "You're really comfy," you whispered in your tired haze, nuzzling closer to him. He blushed but moved closer to you too, so there was no longer any space in between.     Mina saw and quickly took out her phone to snap a quick picture, which she did so successfully. At this point, you were half awake, but the pull to sleep was slowly tempting you. You felt very safe in Sero's embrace, and you'd enjoy it for as long as possible.    

----Morning----

   "Don't you dare!" Sero's voice whisper-shouted to his friends. He had woken up to Mina and Kaminari taking a load of pictures, as well as some of his other classmates chuckling at the sight. You were now laying in his lap between his legs as your arms were wrapped around his waist. At some point, someone -probably Kirishima- went out and got you two a blanket while the others went to their respective rooms after the movies. "But you guys look sooo cute," Mina teased, winking. "Doesn't matter, no more pictures," he replied flustered. "Seroooo," you mumbled in your sleep, cause said male's face to flush an even brighter red. You tightened your grip around him and nuzzled closer, only enticing more reactions from Kaminari and Mina. Kirishima gave his friend a pitiful glance. "Do you want anything to eat while you're stuck there? You might be there awhile." He offered. Sero nodded and thought for a minute. "Can you just get cereal please?" The red-headed male nodded and went off to grab said food. "It's nine o'clock you'd think she'd wake up by now," Kaminari noted. Sero shrugged. "She did go through a lot yesterday, probably worn her out."      Soon everyone had woken up, except you. it was almost ten-thirty and he was still sitting on the floor, just watching T.V. Finally, after what had seemed like forever, you finally started stirring awake. "Sero?" You yawned, sitting up straight and facing him. "Good Morning Sleeping Beauty, You slept for a while," he smiled, ruffling your hair. "What time is it?" Your drowsy voice asked, rubbing your tired eyes. "It's almost ten-thirty," You didn't say anything and just yawned, still tired. "You could've woke me up, I feel bad for making you sit here for no reason." You said, standing up and stretching your legs. Sero also stood up to stretch and sent you a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about it, you looked really comfortable anyways, and yesterday you did go through a lot.." He trailed off. You grinned at him and gave him a hug. "Thank you, then." He gladly hugged you back, and as you two parted, you started getting lost in the other's eyes. "Did anyone tell you that you have really pretty eyes?" You mumbled, a light blush over your cheeks. "N-no, but thank you for the compliment. Did anyone ever tell you how cute you look in the morning?" He flirted back. His cheeks were also dusted a light pink, and you, in a bold move gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "You wanna hang out today?" You asked, giggling at Sero's flustered expression. "S-Sure, but instead of just hanging out...Y-You wanna go on a date with me?" You stood still for a moment, in shock before eagerly nodding your head. "I'd like that a lot. What time?" "Does three sound good? We can go to that small cafe a few blocks down from here." You smiled and nodded your head. "It's a date! I'll meet you back here at three, alright?" Sero nodded and the two of you went back to your respective dorms.

    "He asked you out!?" Mina exclaimed, a shocked expression on her features. "Well, yeah. But that's why I called you over, I'm not sure what to wear and I need a little help with makeup." You admitted, looking through your closet. "Well if it's a cafe you should probably wear something cute, like a skirt or jeans. And don't worry about your makeup, I'll do that for you!" She beamed. You looked through your closet for a few more seconds before finding an F/c skirt that went just above your knees, a long-sleeved S/F/c shirt, and black thigh-high socks and some flats. (Something like this).     Quickly changing into the outfit you did a little twirl to show Mina. "Would this do?" You asked nervously, a little self-conscious. "That's perfect! Come sit here and I'll start your makeup," she moved over so you had space to sit down on your bed. "You'll probably just need some light makeup, nothing too extreme," your friend explained, grabbing your small makeup kit which was left on the bed from the day prior.    "I was wondering when he'd ask you out," Mina said, adding on the foundation to your skin. "You were?" "Yeah! He totally likes you, I even got pictures of you guys cuddling last night," she giggled. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. "Mina! I can't believe you!" You laughed along with her. "In my defence, he was very comfortable, 10/10 would sleep again." Mina started laughing and had to pull away and put the makeup down in case she made a mistake while laughing.

---Time Skip To 3:00---   You were waiting back out in the dorm's living room for Sero, sitting on your phone. Turns out Mina had posted the various pictures of you and Sero and you had to admit, you guys did look really cute. After a few more minutes of waiting, Sero walked into the living room, a nervous smile gracing his features. "Hey," he greeted, his voice wavering a little. "Hey Sero! You ready to go?" "Yeah, are you?" You nodded your head and picked up your small purse, draping it on your shoulder.    The two of you started making your way out of the dorms, just talking about random small things. "Thanks for agreeing to come," he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "It's no problem! If I'm really being honest, I..like you too." You admitted, a slight blush rising to your cheeks. Sero smiled and reached out to hold your hand. "That's really good to hear, I was super nervous about you were gonna say." You sent him a warm smile to which he kindly returned.      You guys had arrived at the cafe, and had gotten your food and drinks and sat at a table in front of the windows. "So what are you doing your assignment on? The one we were assigned yesterday." You asked, taking a sip from your drink. "Hm not sure, I was planning to do it one my quirk's strengths and weaknesses, but I wanna also be creative about it." "That's understandable, out of all the teachers I've had Aizawa seems the most strict."      As you guys continued chatting, across the street sitting on a bench were your two friends, trying to see how everything's going. "I don't know what they're saying," Mina huffed, looking over at you in the window. "It seems like it's going well, see? They're holding hands! That must be a good sign." Kirishima said.

After almost twenty minutes, you and Sero had left the cafe to head back to the dorms, walking hand in hand. "I had a lot of fun," you thanked, looking over at him. "I'm glad you had fun, we should do it again soon." "What about tomorrow? You free then?" You suggested. He nodded his head and the two of you entered the dorms. "Nice, we can leave anytime."   You said, plopping down on the couch. "Why don't we watch those Disney movies from last night?" Sero grabbed a case and realized it was The Frog Princess. You nodded your head in agreement. "I like the sound of that, can we cuddle?" Sero chuckled, "yes, of course, we can."   You adjusted yourselves so that you would be lying on top of him, his arms resting on your back, while your arms were also wrapped around him in a hug. The two of you stayed like that for a little bit until Sero piped up, "does this mean we're official now?" You looked at him and gave him a peck on the nose. "Yes, Yes we are." Sero smile and both of you turned your attention back to the movie that was playing.      Both of you had lost track of time but you had gone through all the Disney movies, which wasn't surprising since there was only 5. By the time you had finished though, it was going on to 11:00. "Think it's time to call it a night?" You asked, lifting yourself a little off of him. "Probably, I'm getting sleepy," Sero yawned, causing you to giggle. "I can see that. I'll see you tomorrow then?" You had stood up from the couch, allowing him to stretch out and stand up. "You can count on it," smiling, you gave him a hug which he returned without hesitation. Pulling away you gave him a swift peck on the lips and added another small 'goodbye' before waving and going off to your room, leaving a dazed and blushing Sero in the living room.

(I’m reposting this here! Hope you enjoyed it! ~Jasper)

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Crimson Wings and Broken Masks

AO3 Version

Relationship: Reader/Hawks

Rating: T

Summary: To most people, that’s all he was. An actor in a mask, playing his part on the greater stage. It didn’t matter who he actually was, but solely that he kept up the appearance.

But you saw the moments where the mask broke. When it shattered into nearly unsalvageable pieces, sharp and stained with old blood, scratches and dents from experiences of long years past that even you had yet to learn about.

What mattered is that you saw him as vulnerable sometimes—a person, not just a hero with a good quirk.

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To the average viewer, fan or even tabloid-based critique, Kiego Takami—known only as Hawks to the greater public—seemed nothing more than a self-absorbed ladies’ man who cared more about mixing up the status quo than being something of a traditional pro hero. Even outside Japan, his reputation (where it wasn’t overshadowed by a country's local heroes) he was just another shallow celebrity who just happened to have a powerful quirk, and a heart half-in on using it to better the world.

To most people, that’s all he was. An actor in a mask, playing his part on the greater stage. It didn’t matter who he actually was, but solely that he kept up the appearance.

But you saw the moments where the mask broke. When it shattered into nearly unsalvageable pieces, sharp and stained with old blood, scratches and dents from experiences of long years past that even you had yet to learn about.

But what mattered is that you saw him as vulnerable sometimes—a person, not just a hero with a good quirk.

So when you find him perched upon the top of his hero agency’s building, you find yourself wholly unsurprised. Worried, as any partner would be for their emotionally enigmatic boyfriend, but unsurprised. You knew the last couple weeks had been hard on him, and that was only based on the few things he deigned worthy to burden you with (‘it isn’t a burden, Takami, I promise’)—you can only assume the water was far deeper than what it looked at the surface.

The sunset cast a soft orange glow over everything it touched, the shadows growing longer with every passing minute. You can feel it against your back, with the last warm remnants of summertime.

You approach with no attempt to hide the sounds of your footfalls on the cement, but Hawks doesn’t make a move to show he’s realized your presence. Instead, he sits, over the edge of the roof, wings expanded wide on either side of him, crimson feathers looking all the more brilliant in the deep warm glow of the fading sunlight.

The breeze, as soft as a whisper, caresses against them, each feather trembling against it. But silent does he remain, an unwavering pillar overseeing the vastness of the city below--and not a single person to realize that even now, someone watches over them.

A society where heroes can enjoy a little boredom... I'll make it happen, I promise.

“Hey.”

Though soft, the sound of his voice brings you out of your thoughts. 

A small smile starts to tug at your lips as you step closer. “Your desk secretary said you’d probably be up here.”

“Eh? Thought I told Iwata to keep my rooftop brooding on the downlow.”

You move another step closer, almost an arm’s length away from him. The view over the city is mind-bogglingly expansive, even from a few strides back from the edge. Had he been sitting here all this time, since his last patrol of the evening?

Watching?

“In fact,” you say, almost sheepishly. “he told me you’d say that too.”

The man doesn’t respond. The only indication that he might have even heard you is the gentle shuffling of his crimson wings, slowly pulling back towards his body. You can practically feel the stress echoing from his body, feel the tension he keeps bottled up somewhere so deep that not even you can scarcely reach.

But you can reach out, physically. It’s mostly just an instinct to touch him somewhere, to offer an anchor of touch so that he knows he’s not alone. You can’t quite reach his shoulders--the wings are still stretched open enough it’s nearly impossible with him facing away from you--but your fingers do manage to touch, and then card through the layers of soft red feathers that cover one of his wings.

Soft to you. You know how they can each, individually, be used as tools. 

As weapons. 

Things used to save lives as much as they likely have been to take them.

As if it stung, the wing beneath your fingertips trembles. You’re about to pull your hand back in mild alarm, thinking you’ve done something to hurt him--perhaps even aggravated a wound he’d gotten and not told you about--but the wing settles against your touch.

It’s hard to understand what’s going through Hawks’ mind at the best of times when he has such a careful control on even the smallest facial tells--

But you hear him sigh, and the comfort it brings to you is almost silly for anyone who didn’t know him as well as you do. Though it is true you have a hard time reading him physically, there is but one point of expression that seems to elude him and come easy to you: the way he sighs. 

The stilted push of air in stress, as if he’s trying to force the tension out of him.

The deep, languid exhale of peace, letting himself settle into its comfort.

The rushed, half-hidden chuckle he tries to hide.

You wonder if there’s anyone else in the world that notices it.

The gentleness of how he sighs now, with your fingers buried in the feathers of one of his wings, is the single but powerful declaration that your touch feels good to him. So you repeat the motion, over and over, slowly moving closer until you have both of your hands slowly stroking through feathers that mimic the rich, warm glow of the sun as it starts to dip below the horizon at your back.

“...it’s been a while since you’ve let me do this,” you murmur after a few moments, picking out a few feathers that seemed to have met the last of their days; color fading, as if the breeze itself would have had them flying loose and free into the evening wind.

“Yeah,” Takami agrees. “Been a rough couple of weeks.”

“You can take a day off.” Another few fading feathers fall from the rest, through your fingers and towards your feet. “-the stress is starting to take its toll. I can’t remember the last time you’ve had this many molt at once.”

“Eh.”

If the single syllable wasn’t enough to show his disinterest in being honest about his feelings, the vague shrug--or what you assume is a shrug--does plenty to send the message.

“Takami.”

Though gentle, his name on your lips still falls firm and worried. You’re about to open your mouth to say something more, but there’s no chance to do more than part your lips before his wings are stretching out, and upwards, arching so that you can see his face looking at you over his shoulder, leaning on one of his hands.

With the other, he reaches out to you, expression relatively unreadable save for the quirk at the corners of his lips.

“C’mere and sit next to me already.”

Though some part of you wants to stand firm on your concern, the rest of you knows it’s not the time for a talk like that. It knows that, in the end, you just want him to know you’re with him for everything his life and career throws--big or small.

But you don’t make it easy for him. A dramatic sigh leaves your lips as you tilt both head and eyes to the side, as if having to think about it.

“I dunno,” you bring a hand up to your chin for extra emphasis. “You did make me wait at the apartment for like, an hour, and didn’t return my call at lunch.”

Hawks purses his lips together as if pained and pouting. “Oh come on baby bird , don’t be like that.” He reaches his hand out again, expression shifting into something coy. “Just sit up here with me for a few minutes, and then I can fly us home all romantic-like, sound fair?”

Though there’s not one singular detail that acts stronger than the others, the culmination of them--the softness of his expression, the tease of his words, the honest adoration in the petname--is enough to make you drop the act like a rock into a lake.

You reach out to take his hand, letting the man pull you into his lap in one strong, careful motion. If this had happened several months earlier in your relationship, you might have worried about being so close to the edge of the roof, overlooking the steep drop down several stories onto the pavement below. But this isn’t several months before, and your mind trusts the man whose arms envelope your body and hold you tight against his chest.

Hawks perches his chin over the top of your head and, for a few seconds, the two of you simply watch the flickering landscape below. 

Car lights in the street, the office lights turning on in several buildings as the sunlight fades into dusk. Even as the day winds down, the city yet remains vibrant and bustling, and it makes you vaguely grateful that Hawks doesn’t have to work as many overnights as he did when you first met him. Or, at least, you’ve managed to convince him to sleep on occasion. It doesn’t always stick.

“So,” you break the silence and reach a hand up, idly stroking a thumb over the man’s cheek. “You gonna tell me about all the shit happening with work?”

“Nah,” Hawks says as honestly as he does casually. You’re half a second away from giving him an annoyed flick before he quickly explains, “I’m still working through some case details and my brain just needs some alone time with them is all. I’ll give you all the dirty details once it’s over--just a few more days.”

“You promise?”

“Yeah.”

He tilts his head into your touch and allows a sigh to escape him. Gentle, languid--and you believe his words.

“Besides,” he continues after a moment, tone turning amused and teasing. “Nobody can keep me away from my lil’ hummingbird for too long. I’d go fucking nuts without you.”

“You can say that again, birdboy.”

“ Excuse me, ” Hawks tenses up suddenly against you, and you can hear as much as see his wings stretch out, wide and imposing--though a little less so when you’re snuggled up against his chest. “I’m a bird man , thank you very much.”

“Uh huh.” laugher bubbles up behind your tongue, spilling out when you simply can’t hide how silly--and yet how sweet--his overdramatic posturing is.

But when the laughter between both of you die back down into silence, and the sun finally settles behind the horizon to let darkness start taking over the newborn night sky, you pat a hand on Hawks’ chest.

“Alright, birdman , how ‘bout you get us home like you promised. I had dinner on and everything.”

“Dinner? Oh, now that changes everything.” He moves, lifting up to his feet even with you settled comfortably in his arms, wings outstretched. “What’cha make?”

“A surprise.”

He lifts from the roof, gradually up and into the air with just a few meaningless flaps of his brilliant crimson wings--even with nobody around, there’s still a remnant of that actor putting on a show.

“Okay then,” he says. The wind brushes over your cheeks, like an evening kiss, and you settle into his arms without a single worry for the cityscape below you. “How about we take that surprise dinner and pair it up with a movie?”

“Now you’re thinking like a man who cares about his mental health.”

“Well, I got someone like you t’help make that possible,” Hawks nuzzles his chin over the top of your head, and repeats the words of just several minutes before. “I’d go absolutely nuts if you weren’t here to help pick up all the pieces of me when I fuckin’ drop them down the stairs.”

To that, you say nothing; words aren’t needed. At that point, all that mattered was the feeling of the air rushing past the two of you, the warmth of his body, the steadfast strength of his arms holding you,

And the soft, fading sunlight, shining brilliantly on Hawks’ crimson wings.