#mha requested fic

[burningablaze]

Kirishima x Reader - One of the Bestest Friends

A/N: This was a request for an anonymous so whoever requested this a while back, I hope you like it. Also, after this fic, I’ll taking a break for a while just to get away from social media. If you sent me a message in my dms and if I don’t respond soon then now you know. I hope you guys have a good day 💖

Summary: Your best friend, Kirishima wanted to check on you and noticed you were a little upset, you can always count that he’ll be at your side

Ler: Kirishima

Lee: Reader

Words: 1,711

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Everyone was downstairs enjoying the weekend from classes and training. Kirishima was in the living room sitting on the couch along with others and listening to a few conversations between them. He looked around for you but you were nowhere to be seen. He was wondering if something might have happened to you then decided to check on you to see if you were doing okay.

You heard a knock at your dorm door. “Hey, you okay, Y/N? You’ve been in your room all day, and I and our classmates got a bit worried.” Kirishima trailed off slightly, his voice portraying his concern and care for you.

There was a small silent pause as he waited for an answer. “Come in,” you said softly.

Kirishima entered the dorm room quietly, his eyes quickly scanning the dorm and its condition before landing on you. You were lying on your bed facing the wall while your room was dark. “Hey. So, um, how are you feeling okay?”

“Fine,” you said, not looking up towards him.

He slowly walked over, carefully sitting on the edge of the bed. He was, of course, still worried about you. He had a feeling something else was going on with you. “Are you sure? You usually don’t go quiet like this unless something’s wrong.”

You sighed. “I guess it’s one of those days. I don’t know why these funky moods happen when yesterday you’re feeling fine then the next day, you suddenly feel down. I think it’s because I was reminded about the stuff that happened in the past or whatever.”

Kirishima carefully and gently placed a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, I get those days too, everyone does. It’s okay. You’re safe, and you’re alright. Is it okay if I give you a hug?"

You nodded then sat up from your bed to face him. Kirishima wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm and gentle hug. He held you closely, letting you just rest your head against his shoulder. He softly ran his hand over your hair.

You breathed softly against him and felt yourself relaxed from his touch. “Thanks, Kiri. This feels nice.”

Kirishima smiled a little. He gently pulled you a bit closer towards him, leaning his head on top of yours. He hummed a little, gently carding his fingers through your hair. “Ah, it’s no problem, Y/N. I’m glad you feel better. You had me worried, you know.”

“Yeah, sorry. I know I tend to disappear when I get like this,” you said softly.

Kirishima nodded a little, closing his eyes. He continued to run his hand through your hair. “No, don’t apologize, it’s okay. I just want you to know that, if something’s going on, you can always talk to me, or any of our other classmates, okay? It’s better than just disappearing for a few days without saying anything…”

You nodded against his shoulder slightly. “Yeah, I know.”

He smiled a little, continuing to hold you in a warm and gentle hug. “Mm… just try not to give me a fright like this, alright? I worry about you a lot, you know.”

You nodded again. “I know.”

He chuckled a bit, his fingers still gently running over your hair. He pulled his head away from yours, tilting you back to look up at him. “M’kay. But, still, please try to tell me if you’re not feeling alright. I hate worrying and having no idea what happened to you...”

You nodded again. “I promise.”

Kirishima smiled more, gently ruffling your hair a bit. “Good. You feeling better now? Or are you still a bit out of it?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I guess a little better.”

Kirishima hummed. “Hm… you guess? So you’re still feeling a little funky then, huh?”

“I mean, just a bit.”

“Mmhm… a bit.” Kirishima hummed again, continuing to hold you against him. “You do know I’m not gonna leave until I’m sure you’re feeling better, right? Just so you know.”

You sighed. “Yes, I know.”

He chuckled again, a smile formed on his face. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere until you’re feeling back to normal.” He paused, before tilting his head a little, a mischievous look on his face. “And, I think I know how exactly to make you feel better~”

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Kirishima’s smile only got wider, as he gently placed you back down on the bed. He then carefully and quietly positioned himself on top of you, sitting on your thighs and leaning over you. A playful gleam was in his eyes as he gave you a slight smirk. “You know what I think you need right now?~”

You started to blush. “Um… what?”

Kirishima let out a slight chuckle, watching as you blushed. “I think you need a little cheer up. I think you need some cheer up… tickles.” Kirishima gently reached out with both hands, resting them on your sides and giving your sides gentle and playful squeezes.

You immediately giggled and grabbed his wrists to try to push them away. “Ahahahahahahaha, Kirihihihihi!”

He chuckled at your grip on his wrists. He could almost feel your muscles jump a bit each time one of his fingers found a nice ticklish spot. “What’s a matter, cutie? Too ticklish?~” he teased.

You wiggled side to side and kicked your legs behind him. “Stohohohohop! Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Kirishima snickered, shaking his head a little before continuing to squeeze and squeeze at your sides, his fingers dancing about the ticklish spots on your sensitive sides. He gently pushed your legs back down on the bed, keeping them still so you couldn’t kick or flail them about. He lowered his head down closer to yours, a mischievous smile on his face. “Oh come on, I don’t think I can stop now. I’ve found way too many spots that I know are ticklish!”

“Nohohohoho dohohohon’t!” you begged as you tried to push his hands away again.

He chuckled again, his fingers continuing to tease and playfully attack the most ticklish spots on your sides. As you tried to squirm and wiggled side to side to avoid his fingers, Kirishima gently took your wrists into one hand and pinned them above your head, still using the other hand to tickle your sides.

“Ah, ah, ah. You’re stuck now, Y/N. No escaping this.”

You arched your back and bucked your hips in an attempt to get him off. “No, no, nohohoho! Ahahahahahahahahaha!”

Kirishima was, of course, a lot bigger and stronger than you. So when you tried to buck, he would put his weight down on you, using his free hand to continue to tickle your vulnerable sides. “I think it’s time to stop fighting this. You know you won’t win,” he said, giving your sides more firm and playful squeezes, using his fingers to deliberately find more ticklish spots on your sides to attack.

You threw your head back and your giggles went over an octave. “Nohohohoho plehehehease! Kirihihihihihi ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

There was no getting away any time soon with still using one hand to pin your wrists above your head, and the other hand to relentlessly tickle your sides. He lowered his head down closer to yours, a mischievous smirk on his face. “Mm… no way. Not until you’re back to your normal, non-bummy mood, and not until you’ve laughed enough.”

You kept thrashing around, trying to hardest to get away from his fingers. “I’m laughing! I’m lahahahahaughing! Ahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Kirishima laughed a bit himself, shaking his head as he listened to your laugh. Your laugh making him only be more determined. He gently teased and prodded the spots, smiling as he did so. “Ah, ah, no. Not enough. You definitely still need to laugh more.”

You arched your back and kept letting out loud giggles. “Kiriehehehehehehehehe! Stohohohohohohop! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

He grinned as you laughed, absolutely loving how much you were letting out. He kept tickling your sides with the same vigor and determination, finding even more spots to attack. “Come on, giggle bug. You’re making such beautiful noises with all that laughing.”

You were laughing so hard that you were starting to feel tears form at the corners of your eyes and your stomach was starting to ache from so much laughing. “Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Okay! Okayehehehehehe! Stohohohohohohop plehehehehease!”

He couldn’t help but feel a little victorious, hearing your laugh so hard and so much. He listened to you, stopping the flurry of tickles. He gently released your wrists, a satisfied and smug grin on his face. “Mm… I think that’s good for now. I haven’t heard you laugh that much in ages.”

You breathed heavily and let out a few breathless giggles. “Oh… my… gohohohod,”

Kirishima chuckled a bit, looking down at you as you let out some more breathless giggles after his relentless tickle-fest. He hummed a bit, leaning down closer to you, a somewhat playful smirk on his face. “Mm… I think it definitely did the trick, huh?”

You huffed a bit as you tried to catch your breath. “You… definitely did it.”

He smiled a little more, leaning down closer to you and gently poked your stomach. “See? Told you I could make you feel better. A few minutes of tickles, and you're feeling a lot better already.”

You giggled a bit and pushed his hand away. “Hey, hey, I’m all good now.”

Kirishima chuckled again, shaking his head a little in response to your giggling once again. He pulled his hand away, before reaching down and patting you on the head, almost lovingly. He hummed, still looking at you. He then tilted his head a little, a thoughtful look on his face. “You’re sure you’re feeling better now?”

You smiled. “Yes, I’m feeling better now.”

He smiled in response to your own, gently brushing his hands through your hair. “Good. I’m glad you’re feeling better, Y/N. I hate when I see you in one of those down moods.”

“Thanks again, Kirishima.”

He smiled more. “Of course, Y/N. You can talk to me anytime you're not feelin’ yourself. We are friends, ain't we?"

“One of the best.” you held your fist towards him.

Kirishima chuckled, gently bumping his fist against yours, a warm smile of pure adoration on his face. “Hell yeah. We’re friends forever.”

[pjs-everyday]

if anyone is gonna rally the 1-A boys into playing dumb dress-up games, it's mina 💕

[minus-plus-zer0]

Almost Too Late

♡ Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff ending ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

You only fell for him when it was almost too late.

You laid there, bleeding on the streets. Bakugou sprinted to your side, skidding to a halt to kneel down and hold your body in his arms.

The sight of your broken body stole his breath away. His eyes lingered on your wound. He screamed for people to come help you, even though he never screamed for help before. You couldn’t make out all the words, your vision fading, but you wanted to hear everything he said because he was saying it for the first time in his life.

“You can’t die… don’t die…”

Those words almost didn’t reach you. Your heart broke for the poor boy before you. But you no longer controlled your own fate.

Bakugou rested his head on your shoulder, sobbing and keeping you as close as possible. Your hand reached up to his face, stroking his cheek. He met your eyes, looking more vulnerable than you could’ve ever imagined him.

His hand found yours, mixing your shaky fingers together.

“I love you…” he said, voice sounding rough like it was dragged against rocks. “Don’t die… I don’t wanna do this without you.”

You never realized he loved you until now. You wished you had known.

“Katsuki… I…”

You were fading fast. The paramedics arrived and took your body somewhere. You heard Bakugou shouting and fighting them off before he realized who they were.

You never gave him an answer, until you awoke some time later.

You opened your eyes, head groggy like it weighed a couple extra pounds. The first thing you saw in your hospital room was Bakugou Katsuki, sitting by your bed, sleeping in a chair waiting for you to wake up.

You barely remembered what happened when you almost died, but you remembered his love confession. The entire ordeal would’ve been awkward with anybody else, but after seeing him here, you never felt so at home.

You grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently, repeatedly, until he awoke. You could barely move but you squeaked out a “Hey bestie” just for him.

His face lit up a thousand watts, he never looked so happy to see you.

“Can I fucking hug you?”

“Y-yes…”

He hugged you tight, soft enough to avoid crushing you under the weight of his desperation. His barely audible sniffles brushed against your neck while his strong arms trembled. Eventually, he pulled away and let you breathe. He smiled at you like you were a sight for sore eyes.

“I’m so, so glad you’re alive,” he said, his voice breaking at the last word. “Never thought I’d get to talk to my best fucking friend again. They basically resurrected you, you should’ve told me you were part-zombie.”

“I’ll bite you and then we’ll be zombies together. Then we’ll never be apart, not even in death.”

“Dummy,” he said that so softly. “I’ll never leave you. Not willingly. Don’t ever die on me. You scared the ever loving shit out of me, you know that?”

“Yeah… I’m sorry…” your smile was marred with new oncoming tears.

“Don’t apologize. It’s not your damn fault.” His voice wavered. “I need you here by my side. You can’t go without me. Don’t go, okay? I really wanna see us grow up together.”

“O-okay.”

You held both of his hands in yours, you still kept crying a little and he tried his damndest not to cry (again).

You recalled his confession on your deathbed earlier. It was now so obvious how he felt towards you. He promised his life to you here, you felt like you should’ve known he was in love with you all along.

“Katsuki,” you said, “I… when I almost—you know, died… I heard you say something…”

His face blanched, like you had a gun to his head, ready to pull the trigger and end him for good.

Was he afraid you’d reject him?

“I heard what you said,” you finished.

“…Y-you did?” He trembled, terrified of your response.

“You said you loved me?”

He shook hard, not even trying to hide it. He nodded the tiniest quickest bit. “I love you. Do you—”

“I love you too, dummy.”

Bakugou kissed you deeply. God knows how your appearance must’ve looked, but he kissed you all the same. He pushed deeper into the kiss like he needed to taste everything he could. You could see your heartbeat spike up on the monitor nearby.

How awful it would've been to die without ever kissing him. You would've regretted it beyond the afterlife, rolling in your grave.

Bakugou pulled back, his face still close to yours as you breathed each other in.

"There's still so much I wanna do with you," he said. "So much shit happened when we all thought you were gonna die. I'm gonna make sure not to waste our time together since I finally got you back." He kissed you on the nose and you shyly smiled up at him. "Once you're healed up, you're not leaving my side. I won't make the same mistake twice."

"I won't either."

(I will be posting a fulfilled request later today if I can! Either that or a regular fic)

[doumadono]

HHHIIIIIIIiiiiiii... 🐺💎

So, I am coming to you with a small Emergency Request.

You know what's coming for me this Wednesday. I am just scared, stressed and all over the place. To simply put it I am a bundle of nerves that can snap ANY moment now.

I'd like to ask for a short fic with Prohero Shinso!

I just want to cuddle and nap with him to relax and maybe finally calm down!!!! 🥹🥹🥹

A/N: sweetheart, I'm confident you'll do your best! I'm rooting for you, and I hope this little fic meets your expectations ᓚᘏᗢ

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Prohero Hitoshi Shinso, known for his extraordinary Quirk that allowed him to control others with just a whisper, was both feared and respected in equal measure.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the skyline, Shinso found himself returning to his modest apartment after a long day of crime-fighting. He unlocked the door with a tired sigh, shoulders slumping with the weight of the world. However, as he stepped inside, his fatigue melted away at the sight of you, curled up on the couch, a bundle of nerves and anxiety.

"Hey there," he murmured softly, closing the door behind him and crossing the room to kneel beside your curled form. "Rough day?"

You nodded, offering a weak smile. "You could say that."

"Sit down," Shinso urged gently, his voice a soothing melody in the cacophony of your mind. "I'll make us some tea."

As he disappeared into the kitchen, you let out a shaky breath, sinking into the cushions and allowing yourself to relax for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

Minutes later, Shinso returned with two steaming mugs of chamomile tea, setting them down on the coffee table before joining you on the couch. "Here," he said, handing you a mug. "This should help calm your nerves."

You took a sip, the warm liquid spreading a sense of tranquility through your body. "Thank you," you murmured, meeting Shinso's gaze with gratitude shining in your eyes.

He reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. "You don't have to thank me," he said softly. "I'm here for you, always." Without another word, Shinso enveloped you in his arms, pulling you close to his chest. His touch was like a soothing balm, easing the tension from your muscles as if by magic. "It's okay to have a worse day," he whispered, his voice a gentle reassurance in the darkness.

For a while, you simply melted into his embrace, finding solace in the warmth of his presence. But as the minutes stretched on, the weight of your worries still lingered, casting a shadow over your mind yet again.

Sensing your unease, Shinso pulled away slightly, his eyes searching yours with concern. "You know," he began, his voice laced with a hint of mischief, "I have a trick up my sleeve that might help you relax."

You raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Oh? And what might that be?"

An assistive glint danced in Shinso's eyes as he reached out, gently cupping your cheek in his hand. "Just close your eyes and trust me, would you, Y/N?" he murmured.

With a deep breath, you obeyed, surrendering yourself to his touch. And then, in an instant, you felt it — a gentle tug at the edges of your consciousness, like a soft whisper in the darkness. It was his Quirk, the power to control minds with but a word.

"Just relax," he whispered, his voice a soft murmur in the stillness of the room. "Let go of all your worries and fears. You're safe here with me."

His words washed over you like a gentle wave, soothing your frayed nerves and easing the tightness in your chest. With each whispered syllable, you felt yourself sinking deeper into a state of tranquility, the weight of the world slowly lifting from your shoulders. The worries that had once plagued your mind faded into the background, replaced by a sense of peace.

When you opened your eyes again, Shinso was smiling down at you, his expression tender and affectionate. "Better?"

You nodded, a grateful smile tugging at your lips. "Much better. Thank you, Hitoshi."

His smile widened at the sound of his name, a rare display of vulnerability on his usually stoic face. "Anytime. Oh, I nearly forgot," Hitoshi exclaimed, a hint of excitement in his voice. "I have someone I want you to meet, and I hope you won't be upset with me." He darted back towards the main door, returning moments later with a small box cradled in his arms. Placing the box gently by your side on the couch, Hitoshi's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he carefully opened it, revealing its precious contents. With a gentle hand, he reached inside, and to your surprise, he pulled out a small tortoiseshell cat, its bright eyes wide with curiosity as the animal blinked up at you. "This is Luna," Hitoshi announced with a smile, his voice soft and tender as he held the kitten up for you to see.

Luna wriggled in Hitoshi's grasp, her tiny paws reaching out towards you as if seeking reassurance. Hitoshi chuckled softly, gently placing her on the couch beside you where she promptly curled up in a small ball, purring contentedly.

"She's been through a lot," Hitoshi explained, his gaze softening as he watched Luna settle in beside you. "But I think she'll be happy here with us. I've been seeing her lurking near the building for a few days now," he began, his voice tinged with fondness. "Every time I'd come home from work, she'd be there, just hiding in the bushes." He paused, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "At first, she was a bit cautious around me, but as I stopped by to pet her each day, she started to warm up to me. Eventually, she started seeking me out, running to greet me whenever I walked by, rubbing her side against my legs as if trying to make friends. I decided that if Luna would let me catch her today, I would bring her home with me," he explained, his eyes sparkling with warmth. "And she did. She hopped right into the box without hesitation, almost as if she knew she belonged with me." Hitoshi's smile widened as he looked down at Luna, who was now curled up contentedly beside you on the couch. "I took her to the vet right away to make sure she was healthy," he continued. "She's a bit underweight, but with some TLC and good food, she'll be good in no time."

As you listened to Hitoshi's story, your heart swelled with admiration for his kindness and compassion towards the cat. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of Luna, her presence bringing a sense of warmth and joy to the room. "You did very well, Hitoshi," you whispered, reaching out to stroke Luna's soft fur. "She's perfect."

Hitoshi's voice was gentle as he spoke. "I truly believe that Luna's presence will be beneficial for both of us," he stated, his tone soft but resolute. "There's something inherently calming about a cat's presence. The softness of their fur, the gentle rhythm of their purr — it has a way of soothing the soul, easing the anxieties of daily life." He reached out to gently stroke Luna's fur, a small smile playing at his lips as she purred contentedly beneath his touch. "I've always found solace in the company of cats," he admitted. "And I hope that having Luna here with us will bring us both a sense of comfort and tranquility, especially on those days when the world feels a little too overwhelming."

You nodded in agreement. Indeed, there was nothing quite like the gentle presence of a furry companion to chase away the worries of the day and bring a sense of peace to the heart. Not to mention, your dear boyfriend knew how to use his quirk in the wisest way possible to soothe your inner demons.

[thezeninclan]

What do think about a threesome between Hawks x fem Reader x Mirko? Any headcanons? Or something?

within the very first few weeks of dating it becomes abundantly clear that you’ve never been more exhausted in your life

it also becomes abundantly clear that you’ve never loved it more

somehow you three just fit together, in a way you doubted any of you had seen coming

mirko was the first to act on the crush that had been pervading her mind for months

the two of you had been in the women's locker room after a particularly long and fatiguing mission, washing the grime and blood from your bodies as you let the hot water soak over your skin and the stress from the day wash down the drain. mirko had taken the stall next to yours so that you could continue the conversation you had been having, arguing over the spray of water whether you should have ramen or okyadon for dinner.

in your defense, you hadn’t meant to look, you really, really hadn’t. but I mean....how could you not? 

rumi had the physique of a runway model, or a god, thick in all the right places, all muscle and sinew and tanned golden brown skin. it almost made your mouth water, the way the muscles of her legs rippled as she moved, as she stretched down to run a razor over her legs, as the water slid down her body in a way you really, really wanted your tongue to follow.

you had always tried to play it cool, especially now. acting like you were just casually leaning over to reach for the sweet coconut shampoo she always used, trying to subtly knock your own shampoo off the shelf so it looked like maybe you'd just forgotten yours in your locker, like maybe you weren't trying to perv on your best friends tits.

her.....really really nice, round, smooth, wet tits.

but of course she saw you— she was the number five hero after all. of course she was aware of her surroundings. so when she turned and saw you getting a rather large and unabashed eyeful of her breasts she smirked, crossing her arms over her bare chest so that her breasts bounced just enough to make you bite your bottom lip and hope the soft moan you breathed out was covered by the sound of the shower.

“hawks owes me 500 yen.” she said simply, her smirk only growing as your face flushed red as she dragged a washcloth over herself sensually.

you spluttered out a response, a defense, before she threw down the washcloth, reached over the tile partition between the showers and wrapped her arm around your shoulders. she pulled your bodies together, so that your tits were pressed together, wet and slippery and oh god so soft, and before you even had the chance for your head to explode, her lips were on yours. she smiled against your mouth, practically pouncing on you as your shocked expression left your mouth agape, so that her tongue could perfectly slip into yours.

"thank god." she said when she pulled away, leaving your face as hot as the shower steam. "I was almost tired of teasing you. now if I can only get you to tell hawks how you feel..."

after that she does all the legwork for you, taking pity on your poor soul

all you have to do is show up to hawks' apartment the next day, let her take your hand and push you excitedly through his front door

she locks it behind you, leaning cockily against the door and waving you forward

hawks smiles when he sees you. it's a genuine smile, one reserved for off the field, away from hero work, a smile that makes his whole face light up, so he looks ten years younger and so much more at ease. he looks at you, grinning, before switching his eyes to rumi, who nods firmly at him. she takes your hand, squeezing affirmingly, and her eyes are so kind, so bright, that you feel your fear leaving you, your embarrassment evaporating in the space of a breath.

you look back at hawks and reach for his hand, so that you feel connected to both of them. he slips his hand around your neck, pulling you to him, and you smile shyly against his lips as finally, finally you're able to share what you had been hiding for so long.

he kisses you with greed, with barely held back exhilaration, and you deepen the kiss easily, overcome with happiness. without further ado there's three of you in the kiss, your lips moving back and forth between the stubble of his and the softness of hers, and for a moment you just watch as their lips meet each others— and you doubt you've ever been so happy in your life

they’re both greedy

the want your attention constantly, at all hours of the day, and more likely— the night. 

until soon hawks is ordering a triple king sized bed, a longer couch, and the next thing you know he's finding a new apartment and your house is filled with moving boxes

there's space for all three of you

they want kisses and hugs and cuddles and affectionate butt pats

well that seems to be unique to hawks 

mirko is under the impression that if you slap her arse, you better expect her to return the favour

it's almost unbearable, how good they make you feel

they work as a team, on and off the field

memories fill your head of the happiest times in your life, and realize that both of them had always been there. your birthdays, christmases, graduations, the day all three of you had entered the top 10 hero ranking.

it had always been the two of them. of course it had.

[kimmie2me]

Hi there! May you pretty please do deku x reader with a deer/fawn quirk! Headcannons or a story is fine you can choose🍒

Marks of a Hero

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Midoriya Izuku x AFAB!Reader with a fawn Quirk

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Izuku’s dorm room was filled with the soft amber glow of his desk lamp, casting a cozy warmth over the walls covered in hero posters and personal memorabilia. You sat cross-legged on his bed, smiling softly as he animatedly flipped through his notes, pointing out drawings and theories with a passion that seemed to set his eyes alight.

“…so, I guess that’s what fascinates me so much about quirks that alter someone’s physical form. Like Tsuyu-chan! She’s developed abilities that make her adaptable to so many situations—on land, underwater, high places,” he gushed, eyes sparkling with admiration. He moved on to mention quirks like Mirko’s remarkable rabbit agility and speed, Hawks’ feathered wings with all their hidden abilities, and finally… he paused, looking over at you, hesitant but with a trace of wonder in his expression.

“…And yours. I just think it’s incredible how graceful you are. There’s something different about the way you move, how attuned you seem to your surroundings. It’s like…” He trailed off, almost bashful, rubbing the back of his neck as he fumbled for words. “It’s like you’re connected to something beyond what we can see. I don’t know, maybe it sounds strange, but I’d love to understand it better. If that’s okay?”

You blinked, heart swelling at his openness and curiosity. His enthusiasm for quirks always inspired you, but hearing him speak so intently about yours had a different effect. You leaned forward, smiling gently.

“Why don’t you explore it yourself?” you offered, the suggestion so natural that it slipped out before you could second-guess it. “It might help your research if you could… well, take a closer look.”

Izuku’s eyes widened, cheeks flooding with color. “W-Wait, really? You’d… let me? I mean, here? Now?”

You nodded, a calm reassurance in your expression. “Yes. I trust you, Izuku. Besides, if it’ll help with your analysis, I’m happy to assist.”

“Right. Right, of course! Purely for research,” he stammered, trying to steady his nerves. With a deep breath, he inched closer, his fingers hovering just above your shoulders, hesitating. “This is… okay?”

You offered him a soft nod, and, at last, he began to reach out, his touch light as a feather at first, as if afraid to disturb something precious. His fingertips traced along the faint contours of your collarbone, where your skin bore subtle markings unique to your quirk. He’d always found these hints of animalistic strength mesmerizing, even in his sketches and notes. Up close, he seemed even more awestruck.

“This is… incredible,” he murmured, voice hushed with reverence. His fingertips followed the delicate tracings of darker pigmentation on your shoulders and arms—markings reminiscent of the patterns found on young fawns, subtle but unmistakably present. “It’s like these patterns… they almost mirror actual fawn spots. I wonder if they have any evolutionary purpose, like camouflage? Have you ever noticed if they shift in different seasons or adapt to your surroundings?”

You chuckled, unable to hide your amusement. “Not that I’ve noticed. But I do have enhanced senses, so maybe it’s just as useful that way.” His fingers brushed over a slight ridge along your shoulder, evidence of a minor quirk-related adjustment beneath the skin, and you saw his gaze sharpen with fascination.

“Your shoulders,” he observed, his voice soft and analytical, “they’re slightly more developed, like there’s an extra layer of muscle. It’s so subtle, but… is that how you can leap as high as you do?”

You nodded, impressed by his insight. “Exactly. I don’t even realize it sometimes, but it’s there. Helps with balance and power.” You could feel his hands relax as he grew more absorbed, each touch more confident, his focus trained on understanding rather than hesitation.

For a moment, he was lost in his analysis, fingertips exploring the faint curve of your spine and the sinewy strength you carried. There was a purity to his admiration—his complete and genuine awe of your abilities—and it warmed you to see him immersed in discovering this side of you.

And then, he stilled, drawing his hands back with a shy laugh. “I, uh… sorry. I got a little carried away.”

You shook your head, still smiling. “I don’t mind. Actually, Izuku, would it be okay if I… looked at you, too?”

His face reddened immediately, and he seemed to shrink back, rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous reflex. “Uh… m-me? I mean… I… I don’t think there’s much to see.” He glanced down, his voice faltering. “It’s mostly just scars. Nothing like… like yours. I mean, there’s not much that’s…”

He trailed off, unable to bring himself to finish, and your heart softened. “Izuku,” you said gently, reaching out to take his hand, “these scars are part of you, too. They’re part of everything that makes you who you are. I’d like to see them, if you’d let me. I promise, I won’t judge. I just… want to understand more about you.”

He looked at you, and in his eyes, there was something so vulnerable, so open that it took your breath away. Slowly, he nodded, taking a shaky breath as he lifted his shirt, revealing the map of scars that crisscrossed his chest and torso—signs of battles and struggles, reminders of his journey.

Your hand hovered just above his skin, taking in the raw evidence of everything he’d been through. Carefully, you let your fingers rest over a thin, jagged scar running along his collarbone.

Izuku’s voice softened, almost as if he were telling you a secret. Maybe because, well, he was. “That one… it’s from the Hero Killer, Stain. When he attacked Iida in Hosu City, I… I knew I couldn’t just stand by. We were just supposed to be training, but I couldn’t let him hurt anyone else.”

You nodded, fingers tracing over the scar with gentle reverence. “You were so brave,” you whispered. He blushed, his eyes downcast but a small, almost bashful smile tugging at his lips.

“I didn’t feel brave,” he admitted, glancing up at you. “But in that moment, I just… I knew I had to act. I'm so glad Todoroki-kun came to help us.”

Your hand drifted to another mark, a deeper one just above his ribs, and he inhaled, recognizing the spot immediately. “That was from Overhaul,” he said, voice low. “When I… when I saved Eri. She was so scared. I remember feeling like I had to give everything I had, and then some.”

The memory hung between you both, heavy and sacred. You remembered that battle, the way he’d come back bruised and battered but with that quiet strength that had always set him apart. “Eri’s safe because of you, Izuku,” you murmured, a soft pride in your tone. “You’re a hero to her.”

He looked up, his green eyes softening as he watched you trace each mark with such care. “It wasn’t easy,” he admitted, “but seeing her smile afterward at the school festival… it was worth it.”

You moved lower, touching a scar on his side—a small one, but etched with a memory just as fierce. “This one?”

“That was… from Nine.” Izuku’s voice grew quiet, his gaze distant as he relived the memory. “On Nabu Island. Kacchan and I fought him together. He was so strong, but… I couldn’t let him hurt anyone. I couldn’t let anyone on the island suffer because of us.” He managed a small, shaky laugh. “Kacchan wouldn’t forgive me if I gave up anyway.”

The way he said it made you smile, knowing that even amid chaos and danger, his heart had been focused on protecting others. You took his hand, giving it a light squeeze. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

Izuku’s cheeks flushed as he scratched his neck, embarrassed. “I just… I did what I had to. What any hero would.”

But you shook your head. “No, Izuku. Not everyone would. That’s what makes you so special.”

You continued to explore each mark, reaching one on his upper arm next. He looked at it, a fond smile in his eyes. “This one… it’s from Kota. When we fought Muscular. I thought… I thought I might not make it, but he gave me a reason to fight, you know? He trusted me.” There was a warmth in his gaze, a memory he held dearly.

“He trusted you because he saw how strong you were,” you said, feeling the strength in his arm. “You’re someone people can rely on, Izuku. Kota, Eri… and me.”

He let out a small laugh, nervous but happy, eyes shining as he looked at you. “Thank you.”

You paused on a scar just below his ribs, softer than some of the others, almost hidden against his skin. He placed his hand over yours, looking down at it with a sad smile. “Flect Turn,” he said quietly. “It’s still… hard to think about that one. The way his quirk worked… it felt like I was being forced to face myself. To question everything I was trying to achieve.”

You met his gaze, voice steady. “But you didn’t back down.”

“No,” he said, his voice more certain this time. “I didn’t.”

For a moment, you just sat there, taking in the weight of his story, each scar a part of the journey that had shaped him. You ran your fingers over a few smaller ones, ones he didn’t mention, but you knew from the look in his eyes that each one had a tale to tell.

Finally, he looked up, the tension in his shoulders softened, the vulnerability you’d seen in his eyes replaced with a quiet confidence. “Thank you for… for wanting to know all of this,” he said, voice thick with emotion.

You took his hands, squeezing them gently. “Thank you for letting me in, Izuku. These scars—they’re not weaknesses. They’re your strength. Proof of every battle, every person you’ve helped, and every reason you’ve kept going.”

He looked at you, really looked at you, and in that moment, he felt seen, understood, in a way he never had before. His cheeks flushed again, but there was a warmth in his expression, one you knew he’d carry with him beyond this room, beyond these memories.

“Thank you,” he whispered again, and this time, you knew he meant it in a way only the two of you could understand.

Midoriya Headcanons

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— Izuku is utterly fascinated by how graceful you are, often catching himself watching you move without realizing it. He’s taken by the way you seem to instinctively navigate through crowds and small spaces with ease, almost like you’re attuned to every small detail around you.

— His notebook is filled with little sketches of your quirk’s features, like the subtle fawn-like markings or unique muscle structure that helps with agility. He’s spent hours researching how animal traits like yours might benefit in hero work, adding little notes like, “Could be useful for enhanced evasion.”

— He’s always mindful about touching you, especially if he’s trying to understand your quirk’s physical differences. His fingers are soft and light, often tracing the markings on your skin with almost scientific reverence, as if he’s afraid to break something delicate.

—Izuku’s attentive enough to notice if your senses seem more heightened in certain seasons or environments. He’ll offer his jacket or scarf in the winter, thinking your quirk might make you more sensitive to cold, and will keep extra snacks on hand in case you need extra energy.

—On days when training has been intense, he’ll suggest taking you to quieter places, like an empty park or a spot on campus where you can unwind. He knows that your heightened senses might make crowded spaces overwhelming, so he loves giving you a peaceful place to recharge.

— IIzuku finds your presence calming in a way he can’t quite explain. When he’s stressed or overthinking, he’s drawn to you because your calm demeanor and gentle movements help him feel grounded, and he’s always grateful for that unspoken support.

— He’s curious about how your quirk can be applied in different scenarios, so you two spend time coming up with unique tactics for you in mock battles. You’ve even managed to startle Bakugou once by sneaking up quietly—Izuku was genuinely impressed because not everyone can just do that!

— Knowing how self-conscious he sometimes feels about his scars, you’ve started a quiet ritual of tracing them gently, assuring him that they’re a testament to his courage and resilience. It’s become one of his favorite gestures, even if he blushes each time you do it.

— Izuku takes notes on exercises that might help you develop your natural abilities even further. He’ll shyly suggest new routines designed specifically with your quirk in mind, encouraging you to experiment and improve in ways that feel uniquely suited to you.

— Some nights, after studying or training, you’ll sit together, sharing stories about your quirks and experiences. Izuku finds himself opening up about his insecurities and struggles, especially around those he’s saved, while you reassure him that he’s helped you feel seen and understood, too.

[kleoplasm]

Drawing old ao3 screenshots>>> (I do believe the fic is Sweet deception and its benefits - Shookspeare<3)

[miyamoratsumuu]

"I promise"

↳ requested by @sable9639: Could I get Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu comforting an insecure reader, like they tend to overthink and that leads them being insecure about everything? You don't have to of course! But thank you if you choose to do this ! tetsutetsu tetsutetsu x fem reader wc: 2k a/n: I finally got to this request!! this was submitted back at my old blog, but I couldn't pass up on writing for tetsutetsu. and i may have gone a teensy bit overboard on this one, but I have a soft spot for tetsutetsu anyway, so

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you loved being a hero. well, training to be a professional one, at least. and you knew the side conditions that came with it. the unpredictable villain run-ins, being included in professional missions that involved your mentors, and of course, the opinions of onlookers. no matter how long you've been a student at UA high, you could never get used to the last one.

it couldn't be helped. after an encounter with a villain, there would be cameras, news reporters, and civilians surrounding the whole area after you and your team successfully apprehended the culprit. most of the eyes that were looking at you would be filled with joy, happy that you heroes saved lives once again. despite the majority of the people looking at you with joy, you never fail to notice those that were frowning your way. you wanted to think that they don't mean to look so spiteful, but them glaring daggers at you told you otherwise. the argument in your thoughts went on for who knows how long, until fatgum tapped you on the shoulder, bringing you back to reality.

it didn't help that every time you walked through the halls of your school you wouldn't fail to notice a student side-eyeing you while quietly whispering to whoever was beside them. you tried convincing yourself that they were discussing a topic that wasn't about you, but why did they have to look at you while talking about it? for the rest of your walk to your classroom, you kept your arms around yourself, trying your best not to let the glances and hushed whispers get to you. 'they're talking about something else'. you assured yourself. well, at least you tried to.

one time, one of your classmates had asked you if you'd like to spar with them after today's classes. you weighed your pros and cons, cons being that your pretty tired from today, and that you wouldn't be able to perform at your best anyway. while your pros were... none. sure, you'd get extra training, but you'd be tiring your body way too much. as much as you didn't want to decline, not wanting to upset your classmate, or even make them dislike you, you really wanted (needed) the rest.

noticing your classmate was staring at you with their eyebrows furrowed, you realized that you thought about it for way too long. clearing your throat, you politely declined their offer. and instead of telling them you preferred to rest, you reasoned that you had schoolwork you wanted to finish in advance.

"alright then. goodluck with that." your classmate almost immediately replied. waving while their back was turned to you. their dismissive behavior sent negative thoughts running through your mind in an instant. your shoulders dropped and your nervous smile was replaced with a frown. sighing, you began to pack your things in your bag, still in thought. you left the classroom, wanting to get back to your dorm as soon as possible.

at a rush to leave, you didn't notice tetsutetsu giving you a worried glance. he made a mental note to visit you at your dorm once kendo was done talking to him.

it's been fifteen minutes since you got to your dorm, changed your clothes, and settled on your bed. you almost looked content, having a blanket wrapped around your shoulders with your phone in hand. you thought scrolling mindlessly on social media would soothe your overthinking.

you were proven wrong when you came across a photo monoma posted captioned "one step closer to getting ahead of class a!" above the caption, it shows that tetsutetsu had liked the post. the photo consisted of some of your classmates in their hero suits. tsunotori was there, so was takage. along with kendo and komori.

your eyes kept scanning over the four girls, and since when did they become so pretty? you knew all the girls in both your class and class a's were outstandingly gorgeous, but in this picture specifically, they were absolutely breathtaking. and seeing as your boyfriend liked the post, it seemed like he thought so too. you knew you shouldn't be thinking like that, but how could you help it? even someone would two blurry eyes could see how good they looked.

you sighed, putting down your phone. opening social media wasn't a good idea after all. the thought of tetsutetsu preferring the other girls in your class plagued your mind. what if he's starting to like one of them? what if he's starting to have eyes for someone else that's not even in your class? for all you know, it's not impossible that he has female friends outside of UA. what if he has prettier, smarter friends? what if he leaves you for one of them-

knock knock. your never-ending questions were interrupted by a knock on your door.

"sweets?" you sucked in a breath, knowing there was only one person who would call you by that name. not hearing a response from you, the person at the other side of the door continued.

"you in there? do you mind if I come in?" tetsutetsu asked, loud enough for you to hear, but quiet enough as to not disturb those who were in the dorms beside yours.

"mhm, come in." you answered both his questions simultaneously.

tetsutetsu opened the door, poking his head in first as if he was testing the waters, before opening it completely to let himself inside. he grinned at you, bright as he always does, and you hated it right now. how could he smile at you like that, knowing there were so many others out there that were better for him compared to you? before you spiraled again, tetsutetsu spoke up, walking towards your bed.

"I hope you don't mind the sudden visit. but I wanted to check up on you." he sat beside you keeping a small distance between the two of you.

"why do you feel the need to?" you looked to the other side, not wanting to look him in the eye just yet.

"well, you seemed upset when you left the classroom earlier. I wanted to follow you pronto, but kendo said she just had something to talk to me about for a moment." he chuckled and continued.

as he was talking about whatever he and kendo was talking about, you were consumed by your own thoughts again. kendo. your oh so beautiful, smart, class president kendo. she'd be a great candidate to being a love interest for tetsutetsu, wouldn't she? after all, she's-

"babe?" you're negative thoughts were silenced when you felt a hand on your shoulder. worried eyes stared right back at your teary ones. since when did you get teary?

"alright, what's wrong? you've been off-ish the whole day, and I hate seeing you like this. I'm here for you, sweets. you know that. at least I hope you do." his eyebrows furrowed at his last sentence.

you sighed, not really in the mood to have this conversation right now. you were never really fond of opening up to tetsutetsu, especially with this topic. knowing that no matter how many talks you could have with tetsutetsu about your overthinking, it really can't be helped. and despite doing after almost every interaction you have with other people, you don't like it. at all. who'd like overworking their brain, coming up with all the negative thoughts known to man every time someone talks to you, or even looks your way?

you must've been caught up in your thoughts again because you felt a hand on both your shoulders now.

"talk to me. please?" it was both a plea and a demand. tetsutetsu wasn't lying earlier. he really did hate seeing you like this.

"c'mere" desperate to do anything to make you feel better, he pulled you towards his chest. you couldn't help but let your tears fall freely now. you hated feeling like this, but you didn't want to burden tetsutetsu with your non-stop thoughts either. he smoothed his hands over your hair, silently urging you to open up to him.

taking a deep breath, you sat up from laying your head on his chest, and looked him straight in the eye.

"please let me know if I'm being too much." you almost begged him.

"you could never be. but sure. if I need a break, I'll let you know." he gave you a genuine smile, just happy that you're finally willing to open up to him.

you leaned on his shoulder, intertwining your hand with his. you told him about the looks people gave you at times. making sure you told him how you were sure they didn't mean any malice behind it and that your mind just led you to believe that they did.

you told him how every time you talked to someone, you end up believing they despised you or worse, judging you. may it be your looks, the way you spoke, or your personality in general.

then came the hardest part, telling him how you thought there are others out there that would be so much better for him than you. heck, you thought most of your female classmates would be a great match for him. you told him how him and this girl or that girl would be a better, cuter couple.

he listened the whole time. but at that point, tetsutetsu wanted to interrupt your rant. what would lead you to think others would be better for him? and he really doubts anyone could hate you. you were a literal angel in his eyes. plus, people should really stop judging someone based on a small interaction. but worst of all, he loved you. and only you. he could never ever have eyes for anyone else, and he promised you that the day you agreed to be his girlfriend. looking back, he was ecstatic that day. he really couldn't be any happier.

but back to the present. you finished your rant, voiced out all that's been going through your head, just now noticing how much it all piled up. you lifted your head from tetsutetsu's shoulder, looking up at him. you were more than surprised to see him tearing up as well.

"tetsu?! I'm sorry, was that all too much? I didn't mean to-" you were cut off when he wrapped his arms around you, burrying his face in your hair.

"I'm sorry." he choked out. you were about to reprimand him for apologizing, but he continued.

"and before you tell me I shouldn't be apologizing, please don't. I should've noticed you weren't feeling your best these past weeks. I can't believe you had to carry this burden all by yourself." he pulled away from the hug, looking you in the eye.

"I know I can't completely get rid of those thoughts eating away at you. but I promise you, just like I did from the start, that I will always, always be by you. whether it be behind your back or right by your side." he took a deep breath before continuing.

"and I know I can't stop you from comparing yourself to other girls, but at least let me make you feel like you are the most beautiful girl out there. because you are. no one could be more perfect for me, sweets. I'm here with you right now because I love you. not one of our other classmates, or a friend I have outside of school. I love and care about you. that's what I stand for. and I don't plan on changing it." it was your turn to tear up again. seeing tears slowly begin to fall from your eyes again, tetsutetsu immediately wiped them away, still keeping his gaze on you. smiling at you like a lovesick teenager. he was, though.

he wrapped his arms around you once again. it was a silent promise that he would always keep you safe. whether it be from villains, petty criminals, or your own negative thoughts that tend to eat away at you. he's made a lot of promises to you already, and he won't break a single one. he knows kirishima wouldn't let him hear the end of it if he did.

[comradekiwi]

bkdk regency era au confession request for @bakutogabaku :)

The castle halls were bustling with movement, maids and cooks and butlers shuffling to and fro as they prepared for the ball. It was easy to get caught underfoot, if you didn’t know your way around.

Fortunately, Izuku knew his way around quite well, and narrowly avoided crashing into a tray of cakes by ducking under it and into the hidden alcove behind the winter tapestry, the giant one of the Bakugou’s ancestral home. Izuku heaved a great sigh of relief, untensing. The crowds got a bit much for him, sometimes. He was only here to see Kacchan, anyway.

A hot hand gripped the back of his head. “Deku?”

Izuku startled, whipping around swiftly to the beloved sight of his childhood friend, if vague and blurry in the dark. Good thing Izuku would know those shoulders anywhere.

“Kacchan? I thought you’d have snuck out to the roof by now.” That was where he had been going, before the busy movement had overwhelmed him.

“Got sidetracked, same as you, it seems,” Kacchan said, sliding to sit on the floor. Izuku sat across from him, eyes adjusting to the dim light. Katsuki drew a candle up out of nowhere and lit it, setting it next to them against the wall of the small space just big enough for them to sit without touching.

Kacchan did not love crowds either, skilled as he was in commanding them. But he’d never admit to hiding from them, no, it was always “regrouping” or “getting sidetracked,” to Izuku’s endless endearment.

“Pity. The wind is lovely today. Good I found you, though, or I’d be sharing our picnic with my own self,” Izuku laughed, digging through his satchel for the lunch parcels his mother had packed for him and Katsuki.

Kacchan straightened up, the sight making Izuku’s heart clench, Kacchan in his regal adornments sitting up earnestly at the mention of his peasant mother’s homemade food. “Auntie made it?”

“Mm.”

“Fuck yeah,” Katsuki grinned wildly, teeth white in the dimness. Izuku decidedly did not swoon at the gleeful stretch of his large mouth, instead focusing on finding the fruit he knew he’d thrown into his bag.

“Wait–” Kacchan interrupted, staying his hand. He reached over to put everything Izuku had taken out back into his satchel. “Give me your coat.”

Izuku looked at the coat rolled up and clasped to his bag, then at Katsuki, deadpan.

“Kacchan, it’ll never fit.” Much to Izuku chagrin and secret delight, and Katsuki’s amusement and much more vocal delight, they were no longer around the same height like they’d been as children, Katsuki instead towering over him by at least a foot. And he was still growing. Curse his dragonsblood genes.

“It’s not for the chill, dumbass,” Kacchan rolled his eyes, “Just give it here.”

Izuku handed it over obediently, watching as Kacchan fashioned it into some sort of blasphemization of a shawl.

“Brilliant. I’ll let your mother know you’re all set for the ball, then,” Izuku giggled.

“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki grouched, pushing Izuku with a hand to the face, “and let’s go.”

A picnic elsewhere, then. Izuku loved those.

Izuku peeked out the tapestry; the crowd had not lessened in the slightest, which meant too many people around for anyone to notice the prince, but also more people who could potentially notice the prince. Izuku glanced back at Kacchan, who had removed his own fancy coat, doing his best to look inconspicuous. Izuku glanced down at the coat in his hands, the rich material and embroidery twinkling in the candlelight.

“What are you going to do with–” Izuku was cut off as Katsuki shoved the outerwear at him abruptly, mumbling something while looking away. “Huh?”

“Put it on,” Katsuki repeated, a bit louder, staring Izuku down. “They’ve seen you in my things enough times to not pay you any mind. And it will distract them from me.”

Izuku blushed furiously at all the implications of that statement that Katsuki obviously did not mean and probably had not even considered, false as they were. Izuku in Katsuki’s clothes was simply a natural byproduct of the two of them growing up together, impromptu sleepovers in the castle, and Izuku’s slightly smaller stature when they were children that allowed for uninhibited clothes-sharing. Or, rather, clothes-giving, given Katsuki’s birthright of plenty and Izuku’s modest upbringing. Queen Mitsuki always thought he looked simply adorable in Katsuki’s clothes anyway, and the young prince Katsuki had never shared the sentiment but had always pushed his clothes onto Izuku anyway, often brusquely, often with pink cheeks. Izuku thought he was so sweet, to care about Izuku like that, even if he did not want to be vocal about it.

(Izuku was not poor, either, not by any means, but everyone was some degree of worse-off compared to the royal Bakugous.)

(The maids did not even talk, accustomed to the little green-haired boy adorned in their prince’s things as they chased each other around the castle with wooden swords and tiny battle cries. New servants learned quickly to expect a freckled face in random corners, reading or writing or sketching, leaning on their prince’s shoulder or chattering at him while he trained. It was the way of the world, to see a golden head held high followed by the curly one trailing after it, or next to it.)

Their current mission was a success, Izuku slipping out of the alcove swamped in Katsuki’s expensive coat and through the crowd like a minnow, stopped only once by one of the kindest butlers, who gave him a once over and a knowing smile before slipping two tarts into his hands and nudging him off. All the while, Kacchan must have ducked his way through the halls too, because Izuku found him leaning on the wall just inside the doorway of the stairwell leading up to their favourite tower.

Kacchan swept his gaze over his figure (as if checking for injuries – Kacchan was so silly sometimes), nodded to himself, and swept away up the stairs, dramatic as if waving his formal cape behind him. He did not look back, knowing Izuku would follow, which he did, rolling his eyes at his back.

They settled down by a huge open window overlooking the grounds, half next-to and half in-front of each other, so they could enjoy both the company and the view at once. Izuku unpacked their food again, handing Kacchan a parcel and avoiding staring at his strong fingers deftly untying the string so tiny under his hands.

Izuku turned his face to the sun, enjoying the air. Every part of the kingdom had its charm, but Izuku had a bit of bias for the castle grounds, perhaps because he spent half his childhood here running around. Something about the sectioned off luxury set him at peace, like nothing could harm him here on the Bakugou’s property.

“Izuku,” Kacchan said suddenly. Izuku looked up, moderately alarmed at his serious tone. Katsuki had his face turned away from him, eyes stubbornly fixed on something in the distance.

“Yes, Kacchan?”

Izuku squinted. Was… was Katsuki blushing?

The prince cleared his throat, fumbling for words uncharacteristically. Izuku was definitely alarmed. “Is something wrong?”

Kacchan finally looked at him, looked into his eyes for a second before the pinkness on his cheeks deepened and he looked away again, picking at his food.

“Izuku.” He said again. Izuku leaned forward, watching him plaintively.

Katsuki glanced at him and away quickly, squeezing his eyes shut as the pink spread. “Fucking – stop that.”

“Stop what?” Izuku wasn’t doing anything.

“Your stupid– nevermind,” he huffed, shaking his head and seeming to steel himself.

What in the world? Katsuki never had any issue telling him anything. Impatient, Izuku pushed, “Kacchan, what’s going o–”

“How would you court someone?”

All the blood in Izuku’s body curdled into ice.

What?

“How would I..” Izuku swallowed. “Oh, have you… have you finally found someone?”

Every year, around the time of the Sun Cycle festivities, Auntie Mitsuki would always ruffle Katsuki’s hair and jokingly ask when he’d get around to finding a future royal consort. Kacchan would always smack her hands away and glare, almost too sharply for the question at hand, and the queen would laugh and laugh and swing an arm around Izuku, who was usually present, and try to goad him into joining her in teasing his best friend. Izuku would laugh too, though increasingly weakly as the years passed and he grew more and more hopelessly, irrevocably, tortuously in love with Bakugou Katsuki. He had a feeling the queen knew about that, too, given how she always eyed him a touch too long whenever she brought up the subject of Kacchan’s future partner, features calculating. Izuku had grown alongside Kacchan enough to have picked up on skill of inscrutability necessary in the Court, but little got past Auntie Mitsuki, especially when it concerned her sons.

All this to say Izuku had considered the possibility of the queen actually pushing Kacchan to find a consort and found it lacking, so he had put the fear out of his mind, convincing himself the action was out of rationality rather than desperate self-preservation.

It seems he had been horribly, horribly mistaken.

Katsuki was clearly blushing now, face red and eyes slightly too-wide, even as he mustered up a face of impassiveness from some depths of practice from years in court. His clenched jaw and red face were the only things giving him away.

Izuku waited in the pause with bated breath, world at a standstill.

“...Yes.” Katsuki said, finally.

Ah.

Izuku’s heart cracked right down the middle, the pieces falling weightlessly out of his chest and over the tower ledge with nothing to catch them. Ah. Of course. How foolish of Izuku to think this day would not come, when Kacchan could so easily find someone as glorious as he, someone worthy of his affection and his future, in this wide and vast world.

Izuku swallowed tightly and promised himself not to cry in front of Kacchan.

“That’s. Nice.” He mumbled, then winced. Very subtle, Izuku. “Um! I would get them flowers probably, maybe, and …”

Katsuki was listening attentively, watching Izuku’s face and nodding along with more focus than he usually ever gave publicly to his stories.

(Not that he didn’t listen. He always did, just was almost shy about it, always doing something else as he lended an ear, sometimes working in pretense, sometimes actually. He seemed to get a lot of work done when simultaneously listening to Izuku, which was probably half of why Katsuki always dragged him along whenever he had duties to fulfill or training or homework.)

But seeing Katsuki devote such single-mindedness now, attentive in a way he rarely was, broke Izuku’s heart that much more, ground it into a fine dust. This must be very important to him, if Kacchan was taking it so seriously.

Izuku was torn between purposely sabotaging him, and helping him like a good best friend. Unfortunately, Kacchan’s happiness was the most important thing to him, and this was clearly something he cared about deeply, so despite the devil on his shoulder (that sounded suspiciously like Kacchan, actually), Izuku chose the latter with aching fingers.

“...and I think asking is good. You can ask them what they like and make it happen, they’d probably like that,” Izuku finished, letting out a quiet breath. Please no more.

Katsuki looked contemplative. “What about if it was you?”

Oh sweet mercy. “Huh?”

Katsuki cleared his throat, still horribly pink, and graciously did not laugh at Izuku’s squeak. “If someone asked you what you liked to be courted with. What would you say? Hypothetically.”

Oh, Kacchan, this was just cruel. Asking Izuku to fantasize about being courted by someone when the only person he’d want to be asked by was sitting cross-legged in front of him, asking for advice about courting someone else entirely.

Izuku stuffed his face with rice to stall and give himself an excuse in case he sounded choked up when he spoke. “Er, let’s see…” Oh, good, he sounded normal. “Well, one time Prince Todoroki tried courting me–”

Katsuki sat up straight immediately, face turning to stone. “He what.”

Izuku shivered at the deep rumble of his voice, and rolled his eyes. “See, this is why I didn’t tell you.”

Kacchan was notoriously possessive over his things, and Izuku liked to pretend to himself that his inclusion in that list could be in a romantic context, even if it was most certainly not. In truth, he’d kept notice of Shouto courting him away from Kacchan in a bid to keep up the secret fantasy of a jealous reaction in his head, to avoid Kacchan’s reaction in real life from squashing that hope. He would, Izuku knew, likely lash out in a possessive rage simply because he saw Todoroki as a threat for some reason, and not because it had anything to do with Izuku. And, if it did, it was simply because Kacchan had not really changed much from the four year old who had stomped up to Izuku under the willow in the town square and declared him his.

Izuku supposed he hadn’t changed much either from the four year old who had stood under the willow in town square and agreed.

In the present time, Kacchan leaned into Izuku’s space, seething. “You tell me everything.”

“You didn’t tell me you found someone,” Izuku shot back automatically, then winced at Kacchan’s taken aback expression. “Sorry.” He could feel dread curdling in his stomach, a creeping, sick fear that this heartbreak would turn into resentment, into the poisoning of his closeness with Kacchan, into a growing, necrotic distance between them until they were but estranged former–

“No, I’m… sorry.” Katsuki said lowly, and Izuku’s head whipped up, shocked. Kacchan rarely apologized out loud, preferring to show remorse through action.

He looked conflicted, rubbing a hand through spiky hair, rings glinting. “Is this– is your courtship with that bastard the same kind of thing, then?” Kacchan muttered, as if the words pained him.

Same– oh. Kacchan thought he’d kept Todoroki a secret for the same reason Katsuki had kept his own romantic interest a secret. For how precious and genuine it felt, probably.

“No, no, Kacchan,” Izuku hurried to amend, hating himself for it, for still pretending he meant anything to Kacchan worth apologizing for a courtship over. “It was nothing. He only tried to court me, I had little interest, and we parted as friends.”

Katsuki sat back reluctantly, grumbling something about “calling it” and “stupid fucking Todorokis.” He took a minute to calm himself, and Izuku waited patiently, well accustomed to Kacchan’s gradually developed ritual for dealing with his temper. After all, Izuku had helped him come up with it.

Kacchan finally breathed out slowly and reopened his eyes, looking into Izuku’s waiting ones. He cleared his throat. “Well?” he prompted. “What did the bastard do when he… then.”

Izuku stifled a giggle at his clearly still-grumpy pout, and at the jolly memory. He loved the prince of the neighboring kingdom dearly, if platonically, even more happily now that they’d discovered that was mutual. “There was a bouquet of roses, if I remember correctly. And an invite to accompany him in his fancy carriage to go into town. Oh, and Shouto–” here Katsuki’s eyebrows shot up at the familiar use of a given name– “Shouto bartered with his father to let him stay an extra week here in return for extra training, which was sweet. You know how he hates that.”

Once, when Kacchan and Izuku were quite small, they had pranked the Lady Ayako, sneaking a skunk-stink-soaked handkerchief into her purse in the middle of court. Among such respectable and high-class company she could not possibly make expressive faces in revulsion, out of propriety. Meaning Izuku and Kacchan got to giggle from the shadows, peeking from behind a massive curtain, as the Lady attempted to stifle her automatic twisted faces of disgust in the name of etiquette, resulting in the truly hilarious expression of what looked like, ultimately, constipation.

(The Lady Ayako had been a neutral figure in their lives, until she had one day turned up her nose at Izuku’s lovingly well-worn vest and made some snide remark about the quality of the young prince’s company. Coincidentally, Kacchan had devised the skunk prank the next day.)

(Perhaps even more curiously, when Uncle Masaru had swept back the curtain and unearthed the giggling children, he had merely frowned at them and sent them to bed with naught but a stern word about spying on people. The perpetrators of the smelly clutch were never found, and Lady Ayako was politely asked to leave early.)

Katsuki, at present, bore an expression remarkably similar to Lady Ayako’s that night.

“What a regular fuckin’ Romeo,” Izuku thought he heard him mutter under his breath.

“I could do way better than that,” Katsuki announced, loudly. Izuku smiled at him fondly.

“I’m sure you can, Kacchan,” he said, very bravely ignoring the broken pieces of his heart rattling around petulantly. “Whoever you ask will love whatever way you do it, because Kacchan’s amazing.”

I wouldn’t need anything, Izuku did not say. You could confess with a blade through my heart and I’d still collapse from happiness more than anything else. I would take anything, anything–

“When will you do it?” Izuku asked aloud, cutting off his internal spiraling.

“Hmm. Tomorrow,” Katsuki said decidedly. Izuku choked.

“To– that’s so soon! Needn’t you prepare?”

Katsuki shook his head, looking out over the grounds, eyes distant. “I have everything I need.”

…tbc :)

[icrypop]

REQUEST RULES AND MASTERLIST!!

Requests are closed!

Welcome to the library!! Please read through the rules before requesting!! If you wanna know if I write for specific characters, feel free to ask!! Just be kind, friendly and patient!!

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What I will write

☆Fluff

☆Angst

☆Smut (within reason)

☆Yandere

☆Oneshots, blurbs, imagines, multi-chapter stories

What I won't write

× Heavy gore

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Fandoms I write for!

☆Homicipher (NEW)

☆ WEBTOON!! (The Four Of Them, Cursed Princess Club, School Bus Graveyard)

☆ Love and Deep Space (currently playing the game, bear with me if im a little uneducated)

☆ TMNT (2007, 2012, 2014-16, 2018)

☆ Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

☆ COD

☆ Sonic Prime (Includes Silver)

☆ Sally Face

☆ Danganronpa

☆ My Hero Academia

I occasionally post art, support art from others and I greatly appreciate and LOVE seeing art made of my writing, makes me cry :')

I update when I can. I start writing each request and work on everything slowly, save it in drafts until everything is done and edited before posting it all. It does take a while but patience and support helps alot and I try to give my best work out.

Eventually I will organize my blog and make a navigation to each fandoms stories :') bear either me, life is being a bitch rn♡

Much love to you all!

-Writer Icy♡

[fanficsofthevoid]

HIYAAA!! could u write head cannons of deku and bakugo?! just like their dynamic as frenemies at UA

HI!!!! YES I CAN!!! :)

Bakugou & Deku HC's

Everyone talks about how much of a stalker Deku is, but Bakugou?? He is insanely observant to the point it can be creepy. He also has a habit of walking very quietly because waking his Mom up when she's sleeping is a DEATH sentence in his house. This leads to a lot of situations where Bakugou has gotten some piece of obscure gossip that only Mina could know and when he mentions it everyone in 1A assumes Deku told him it instead of Bakugou finding it out himself. This triggers hundreds of arguments between Bakugou and various bystanders who have no idea how he got this information. Monoma is a common victim :)

They both have a love for animals especially cats, so when a stray cat that looks concerningly thin starts visiting the dorms Bakugou and Deku team up to take care of the cat and get it to a healthy weight again. Bakugou prepares food for the cat and Deku coaxes it to come inside and stay inside till they can feed it. They name it Small Might :]

Bakugou and Deku have a symbiotic relationship where Bakugou stress cooks heavily whenever exams are coming up or the weight of all the class has gone through starts getting a little too heavy, and Deku, who will never pass up Bakugous cooking, stress eats just as badly. They end up finding a sort of balance where whether by accident or on purpose, they're always there for each other whenever the other is sinking, ready to cook a conveniently timed plate of Katsudon, or to clean up dishes afterwards.

aand that's all I got for now! thanks for the ask :)

[burningablaze]

Todoroki x Reader - More To This Than Meets The Eye

A/N: Trust me, I was not proud of myself that it took me that long just to finish a fic. I guess I needed time for myself and there was so much going on that I barely thought about writing again. I didn’t mean to stop writing for so long but that doesn’t mean my love for writing stopped. Anyways enough of my rambling, I hope you enjoy this one and this was requested by an anonymous

Summary: Todoroki catches you reading a fic about him and wanted to find out what it was about. You didn’t expect him to react the way he did

Words: 1,212

Ler: Todoroki

Lee: Reader

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You sat alone in the living room as you sought to continue to read where you left off. You looked behind your shoulders and looked around in every direction to see if someone was heading in your way as you were protective of what you were reading on your phone.

After a few moments of reading silently, you couldn’t help but to feel giddy, squirming in your seat and giggling all the way through. What you didn’t notice was someone was right behind all along.

“This is… interesting to say the least.”

“AAH!”

You jumped in your seat and looked behind you with your hand over your chest.

“Todoroki?! Dude, you gotta stop doing that.”

Todoroki gave you an apologetic smile and took a step back. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said, his voice calm and composed. “I just couldn’t help but notice your reaction to what you were reading.”

You groaned and blushed. “Please don’t tell me you read all of that.”

“I think it was halfway through. This is what you like to read? Tickling? Me tickling the other person specifically?”

“Wait, Todoroki! It’s not like that! I-I-I…”

Todoroki’s expression softened as he listened to your stammering explanation. His professional tone of voice remained steady as he responded, “I understand. Sometimes people have different interests, and it’s important not to judge them for it.”

Todoroki walked over from behind and sat down on the cushions in front of you, accepting to hear what you have to say.

You couldn’t help but feel relieved by his understanding demeanor. Todoroki’s ability to remain calm in unexpected situations was one of the many reasons you admired him. It was clear that he valued open-mindedness and acceptance, which made you feel more at ease.

“I apologize if I invaded your privacy,” Todoroki continued, his voice carrying a hint of concern. “It was not my intention. But, if you’re comfortable, I would like to hear your perspective on why you enjoy reading such stories. Perhaps it’s something I can learn from.”

You couldn’t help but blush and try to find the right words. “Todoroki, we have been friends for a very long time and I know you finding out about this for the first time can be… weird,” you said hesitantly.

“I don’t think it’s weird. I just want to understand the concept of this. I’m not very familiar with the tickling thing.” Todoroki replied, his tone curious and sincere.

You sighed. “I like to read this sort of stuff because it’s an escape from reality and it makes me feel better in a way even though I may be touch starved.”

Todoroki looked at you intently, his expression softening with empathy. “I see. So, these stories provide you some comfort and a sense of connection?” he asked, trying to grasp the significance it held for you.

Nodding, you continued, “Yes, exactly. It’s a way for me to experience the feeling of closeness and affection that I might not have in my everyday life. It’s purely fictional, but it helps me feel less alone.”

“And what about me being involved in the stories? Is it something that you would want me to do?” he asked.

You started to get flustered. “Well, it’s more like… imagining what it’ll be like if you were.”

“Oh, I see. May I see what you were reading then?” Todoroki asked. You blinked but gave your phone to him. “Yeah, I don’t mind.”

You watched Todoroki scrolling on your phone and you were starting to get nervous. You wouldn’t know how he would feel about this. As you were lost in your thoughts, you felt a squeeze on your sides.

“Hehehehey! T-Todorokihihihi!” “Whoever wrote this about me did not capture my personality at all.” Todoroki said as kept tickling you while reading with a blank stare.

You covered your face to hide from the embarrassment and how much your face was blushing. You couldn’t help but kept giggling hysterically.

“What does ‘digging his fingers into your sides’ mean? Is it something like this?” he asked as he did exactly that, digging his fingers in your sides.

Caught off guard by his sudden movement, you let out a surprised squeak and toppled backward onto the couch. The laughter bubbled out of you even more, intensifying into a full-blown fit of hilarious laughter. “Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Nohohohohohoho!”

Todoroki’s friendly tone and playful demeanor continued as he watched you dissolve into laughter. His eyes softened with amusement as he realized how much joy he was bringing you. “I guess this ‘digging his fingers into your sides’ thing is quite effective,” he remarked, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You’re so mehehehehean!”

Todoroki couldn't chuckle at your adorable laughter. He found it endearing how easily you were able to let loose and have a good time. As he watched you struggle to catch your breath between giggles, he couldn't help but feel a warm sense of contentment.

“If I was really mean then maybe this next paragraph will say otherwise,” Todoroki cleared his throat before reading as he kept tickling your side. “Your laughter turned into delightful squeals as you squirmed and tried to block his tickles. But deep down, it was clear that you were enjoying every moment, secretly begging for more.”

As the tickling continued, Todoroki leaned in closer, his voice softer now. “You know, it's moments like these that make me realize how lucky I am to have you in my life. Your laughter brightens up my day, and I can’t help but feel a warm sense of contentment whenever I see you like this.”

You arched your back as you screamed with laughter. It felt overwhelming from him reading the actions to you. It felt like a nightmare and you lost count of how many flips your stomach did.

“Shut up! Shuhuhuhut up! Ahahahahahahahahahaha nohohohohoho plehehehase!”

He suddenly attacked your belly with both hands after he tossed your phone to the side. “Now, I think I remember something in the fic going “Todoroki thought Y/N was so cute, seeing them fall apart as a blushing giggling mess. Especially when their belly is so so ticklish.” Is it getting to you?” he asked with a sly smile.

“Yes, yes! Please stohohohohop!” you grabbed both his wrists and tried to pry them off with your might. Todoroki chuckled. “I guess I’ve tortured you long enough.” he finally let up and moved to the other side of the couch.

You took that moment to catch your breath. “Damn, Todoroki, you were kinda ruthless.”

Todoroki chuckled again. “Did I at least get everything right as what the fic said?”

You blushed slightly. “You kinda did,” you said nervously. Todoroki smiled. “I’m glad,”

“So, what did you think about all that?” you asked. “Well, again it was interesting to experience something like that, especially from a fic about me.”

You rubbed the back of your neck. “Y-Yeah,” “But,” Todoroki continued. “I did have fun, watching you giggle and like that,”

“Todoroki!” you whined and threw a pillow at him. He laughed. “But I am serious, if you want to do that more often or just hangout in general, I would be willing to do so.” he smiled.

“Me too, Todoroki.”

[pjs-everyday]

out of curiosity, how do you feel about Eraserjoke? Because your insane Aizawa art has me simping

lol every interaction between them is a game of chicken hehe 😉

🗣️ cluck cluck 🐓🐓🐓

[raynetheinsane]

does anyone have any good fics abt class 1-A finding out about erasermic? preferably crack but anything works

[doumadono]

hi!! I've never requested something, so sorry if this is a little awkward or something!

could you write a comfort fic where female reader has troubles at home, her mom abusive and dad nowhere to be seen, and cps is called, gets taken away and all that? and the first person she feels she can call is bakugo?

just had this idea because im very close to being taken away and i feel like nobody really understands nor cares, so im relying on characters >_< have a good day!

Never leave you behind - Bakugo x Reader

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST - PART 2

You sat on your bed, knees pulled to your chest, tears streaming down your face. The sounds of your mother yelling and throwing things downstairs reverberated through the walls. Your father, as usual, was nowhere to be found, leaving you to bear the brunt of her anger. You clutched your phone, feeling utterly alone, the weight of your situation crushing you.

This wasn't the first time CPS had been called. But this time, you felt like it would be the last. There had been whispers at school, concerned glances from teachers, and finally, the call had been made. You'd heard your mother on the phone earlier, her voice a venomous hiss, blaming you for everything, as if you were the root of all her problems.

The doorbell rang, a sharp sound that made you flinch. You heard the muffled conversation, then heavy footsteps approaching your room.

The door creaked open, and a kind-faced social worker stepped in, looking at you with a mix of pity and determination. "Hi, I'm here to take you somewhere safe," she said gently.

You nodded, too tired and numb to argue. You packed a small bag with the essentials and followed her out, not daring to look back at your mother's furious face.

In the car, as the cityscape blurred past the window, you felt a desperate urge to reach out to someone. Someone who might understand, who might care. Without overthinking, you pulled out your phone and dialed the number you'd memorized by heart. It rang twice before a familiar, gruff voice answered.

"What's up?" Katsuki Bakugo's voice was as abrasive as ever, but there was an underlying note of concern that only those close to him could detect.

"Katsuki," you choked out, your voice breaking. "I… I need you."

There was a brief silence on the other end, followed by the sound of rustling. "Where are you?" he demanded, his tone urgent.

You gave him the address of the temporary foster home you'd been assigned to. "Please, just come," you whispered, barely holding it together. "I'll message you the address once I know it..."

"I'm on my way," he said, and the line went dead.

The next hour passed in a haze. The foster home was a modest, clean place with friendly enough people, but you couldn't shake the feeling of being utterly lost.

You gave the address to Bakugo, and before you knew it, he was there, his presence a solid, comforting force in the swirling chaos of your emotions.

The foster family, a middle-aged couple with kind eyes but wary expressions, were reluctant to let him in. They exchanged glances, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of a teenage boy visiting so late.

"Please," you begged, gripping Bakugo's hand tighter. "He’s the only one I trust."

They hesitated, their concern evident, but eventually, they agreed. "Just for a little while," the foster mother said, her voice firm yet understanding.

He instantly took one look at your tear-streaked face and clenched his fists, anger flashing in his eyes — but it wasn’t directed at you. And suddenly he hugged you.

For a moment, you stiffened, not used to this side of him. But then the warmth of his arms around you, the steady beat of his heart against your cheek, broke through the walls you'd built around yourself.

You clung to him, sobs wracking your body as you finally let out all the pain and fear you'd been holding in.

Bakugo didn't say anything, just held you tighter, his chin resting on top of your head.

Eventually, your sobs subsided, and you pulled back slightly, looking up at him. His face was a mix of anger and concern, his usual fiery eyes softened by worry.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" he asked, his voice rough.

You shrugged, wiping your eyes. "I didn't want to bother you. You have your own stuff to deal with."

"Idiot," he muttered, but there was no heat in his words. He cupped your face in his hands, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You're never a bother, got it? Next time, you tell me. No matter what."

You nodded, feeling a small smile tug at your lips. "Got it."

The dam broke, and you began to sob, the weight of your situation crashing down on you.

Bakugo hesitated for a moment before awkwardly wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. His grip was firm, reassuring. "It's gonna be okay," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "We'll figure this out. And I'll never leave you behind. Let my contact Aizawa-sensei. I'm sure he'll help us solve your problem."

[mishy-mashy]

You will do a character/personality analysis of Shinomori, Banjo and En?

I already did some analyses of these guys, but I think I'm gonna put down this masterlist of what I can pull off the top of my head so far

In relation to posts I made, got asked about, or reblogs about the vestiges and analysis/reading comprehension, from what I can remember,

(Edit: this is a list I'm updating as time goes. Does not include the AFO posts I make [I also like that guy])

En being a product of the time he grew up in

En being cut in half by AFO and not OFA

This ask about if I think En has an anxiety disorder

En and Shinomori's vol 41 illustrations

Shinomori being cute and also some character stuff

Shinomori and Hood should've been the same person

Shinomori was a weirdo

Shinomori and Bruce can be related (appearance and similar character/habits)

This ask about Shinomori being Bruce's nephew

Banjo is a Vigilante, not a Pro Hero

Banjo is where AFO realized taking OFA needed more

Banjo word vomit from an ask asking if he wears a clown mask over his problems

Kudo's really kind

Kudo and Lady Nagant

(Extra point to Kudo-Nagant parallels- THEIR QUIRKS. When they used them, they shot bullets FROM THEIR ARMS and could make the bullet go WHERE THEY WANTED. Nagant by skill, Kudo by Ability)

Kudo, OFA, and "San-San-Kudo" symbolism

Kudo and Bakugo look alike

Kudo and Bakugo resemble each other in s7 too

Kudo and Bruce have eyebags

Kudo smiles like a muppet

Kudo makes funny expressions

Kudo is so short he tucks his pants in

The temptation to write about Kudo knowing nothing about babies and getting one thrown on him in the Resistance era + opening paragraphs

AFO hating Kudo while also being scared shitless

Me over a Kudo cameo

How Kudo fell when Yoichi died, and Kudo and Bruce's different reactions

The foreshadowing of why AFO can't hate strongly, with reference to Kudo

Just a mention in tags about what if Kudo was AFO's soulmate in a Soulmate AU

The Resistance were squatters

Me realizing Kudo's anti-AFO group is actually nameless

Bruce is hot but also has great character

This ask about Bruce's smile

The contrast between the only two times we see Bruce smile (as of ch 424)

Baby u r my angel (Bruce) + tags about being in Bruce's shoes

Some pics of Bruce at bad angles (+ he got the Ojiro treatment)

Me in the tags over Bruce fanart

Why Yoichi can be considered the older twin

Me in the tags when Yoichi shows up as a vestige in s7 ep 12

Some Yoichi-Midoriya parallels

AFO seeing Yoichi in Mineta of all people

Me mentioning people should consider Yoichi, AFO, and their mom in a red light district AU setting

3 reasons for why All Might couldn't find information on the first Three (Yoichi, Kudo, Bruce)

Me going buckwild over a Yoichi and Kudo gif and breaking tag containment

Yoichi + Kudo to Midoriya + Bakugo parallels in the [holding out a hand] scenes

Even as a vestige, Yoichi couldn't look AFO in the eye until Kudo was with Yoichi

The first Three's appearances in s7 ep 13

S7 ep 13 and Midoriya punches AFO with the power of rainbows, right after Yoichi and Kudo appear

*COUGH* Kudo Yoichi Bruce dynamic reblog *COUGH*

Me in the tags looking for rare content about the first Three

Me in the tags over the parallels of Orpheus and Eurydice, to Yoichi, AFO, and Kudo

Me asking if OC-centric fics exist, set in the times of vestiges

Chronological events based off AFO's chase of the past vestiges

Why OFA users are good bases for High-Ends

When the vestiges are smiling without any stressors. Just. Smiling. Oh my gosh-

A point in this post about how determination to beat AFO was what remained of the vestiges

Reblog of post that showed Bruce was crying when he fought AFO

Reblog of a post where Midoriya manages to kill 7 dead people (the vestiges)

Me in the tags wishing Ultra Analysis had pages of the other vestiges

Me in the tags about Horikoshi having detailed backstories for the vestiges and not giving them

My pinned post, which involves a masterlist for my BNHA OC fic stuff (all involve the vestiges, and set in their time periods)