#midoriya izuku x oc

[honey-words]

spider boy — spider-man!midoriya izuku x reader

synopsis: you don't interact with your neighbor much—that is until you realize he's none other than your city's beloved friendly neighborhood spider-man.

though your friendship is off to a rocky start, you're both quick to trust each other. though you do think midoriya hides things from you to protect you when all you want to do is protect him.

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

[mj-102009]

MASTER LIST

All of my silly littles stories go here. Requests are always open

(All oc's)

Colby Brock

First Time for Everything

Million to One

Thor (Marvel)

Mistakes of the Past

Bakugou Katsuki

When the Stars Align

Izuku Midoriya

Unnecessary Backup

Gojo Satoru

Queen of Chaos: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | To be continued...

Bucky Barnes

Echos of Who She Used to Be

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

New Kid: Part one | Might be continued...

The Marionette: Part One | Part Two | To be continued...

Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Heiress of Crimes

[chasingtoru]

God Complex

Midoriya Izuku + Hayakawa Rintaro

[hanahaki270]

♡ Sharing a Dorm ♡

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Synopsis ┊Your dorm is going under renovation and you need to find a place to crash in for a while. Luckily a certain someone offers you to stay in theirs for the time being.

Characters ┊Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya.

A/N ┊beginner Writer here, these were harder to think of than I thought ngl. If you have any requests please send them to me, I'm open to do different characters and also different anime's!

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Katsuki Bakugou

❥ By no means whatsoever does he offer his dorm out of the kindness of his heart. He just got pissed off of seeing you sleeping on the couch in the commons area every morning, and accidentally stepping on your blanket or pillows. After stepping on your blanket once more he grabs your shit and puts it in his dorm and acts like he's bothered by this but really he doesn't mind at all.

❥ Makes you sleep on the floor for the first two nights until you convince him to share the bed. He's reluctant at first but then allows it as long as you stay on your side of the bed. Do you really though?

❥ Expect to sleep earlier and get your sleep schedule in check because his dorm, his rules, lights are off at ten pm sharp with no exceptions.

❥ Also expect your grades to go up. While he's your roommate he's going to make you don't slack off on your studies.

❥ When he wakes up in the morning and notices your head resting on his chest he gets somewhat annoyed but secretly likes it. he's willing to get behind on his strict schedule and let you rest on him a little longer. but just a little.

❥ Demands you now be his training partner but is careful to not get carried away. You're strong, but he still doesn't want to run the risk of hurting you. therefore, he always keeps Aid kits in the bathroom just in case you do get any scratches, even if they're minor.

❥ Constantly threatening to kick you out over every little thing but actually has no intention of doing so. He won't admit it but he enjoys your company. "I swear if I see one more sock lying around I'm grabbing your shit and throwing it out."

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Shoto Todoroki

❥ "Why don't you sleep with me." he said boldly unaware of how his sentence had more than one connotation to it. I mean you need help and as your friend he's more than willing to help you out. plus he has the biggest dorm compared to everyone else, if anything he's the most suitable to offer his help he thought.

❥ Asks you what temperature you prefer to sleep in so he can use his quirk to either make the room colder or warmer depending on your preference. and ALWAYS makes sure to make both sides of your pillows cold.

❥ When he's out visiting his mother you make sure the place is clean (though it usually is since he tends to be on the neater side) and prepare some soba for him as a token of your appreciation. After a couple of times he starts to look forward for it and got saddened the one day you forgot.

❥ In return he made sure not turn on the lights when getting ready in the morning as to not wake you up. Part of it was for a selfish reason though, he thought it was cute how you slept soundly on his bed.

❥ Speaking about sleep; During the night he would find himself cozying up next to you, not on purpose though. He just felt comfort in your presence and he realized you felt the same way when you also moved closer to him during the night.

❥ Leaves out coffee for you in the mornings since you tend to stay up late on nights and wake up always running late to your classes.

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Izuku Midoriya

❥ Overheard you talking to Tsuyu and Uraraka about how you need a place to sleep in and walked over to offer his help without a second thought. You already spend most of your time in his dorm room during the day to share notes anyways. The only difference would just be you spending the night.

❥ Offers for you to sleep in his bed while he sleeps on the floor. After you refuse to let him sleep on the floor he shyly agrees to share the bed with you constantly asking you if you're okay with it.

❥ Midoriya stays up late at night writing in his notebook and murmuring thoughts to himself. You persuade him to go to bed and leave his worries for the following day. he deeply apologizes for the burden kind of embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry! was I keeping you up? I'll go to bed in a few minutes don't worry."

❥ Always invites you to go out with him whenever he leaves the dorm, even if it's something as simple as going to the gas station to get some snacks.

❥ he loves to talk your ear off geeking out about the knowledge he knows about the top heroes and their quirks. When he notices he got carried away he gets all types of flustered but even then he doesn't get the sense of being judged.

❥ Since he's constantly getting injured and going to see Recovery girl he always comes back exhausted. regardless, his stubborn ass still tries to go out on missions and push himself to the limits. he get's frustrated when you don't let him do so and force him to rest and leave his chores to you. But he loves you for it.

[standreamy]

I didn't decide a lot on my izuocha kiddos au but this much is sure. Deku would cry. A lot.

[with-my-calamitous-love]

I DONT LIKE ANYONE EXCEPT SOMETIMES YOU

shinso x reader

thoughts about how shinso would act in a relationship. same premise as the kirishima ver.

inspired by backburner

hitoshi shinso, who’s facetimes with you always run late into the night. you ramble on about your day while he hums in response, knowing that you know he’s not the talkative type. he never asks “how was your day?” he always says “tell me about your day.” because he really, truly wants to hear about your day. you could have cured a disease or simply just gotten out of bed, and he’d still want to hear every single detail simply because its from you.

hitoshi shinso, who loves to cook. only you're aware of it, because he doesn't always like sharing personal details with others, but you never complained- it just means more for you. you're always the first person that gets to try his food, though he claims you're not a very good critic. but you can't help it, everything he makes tastes so good. and with every compliment you shower him in, he'll hit you with a 'yeah, yeah, whatever.' and then next moment, make you more so you can always stay fed during long days at UA and long hours during hero-training. its his silent way of telling you he loves you.

hitoshi shinso, whose cats love you more than they love him. he has three triplets, a black british short hair, a siamese, and a grey ragdoll- pepper, lexi, and mustache- he absolutely hates the last name, but he had just adopted the kitten and you named it for its white streak right below its nose. he'll deny it forever, but he gets pouty and huffs in annoyance whenever he sees the cats run to you, even after he's fed and taken care of them for all of their lives. but he also cant deny the way his heart skips a beat whenever he seems them cuddled up with you on his bed, wearing one of his big t-shirts. it softens his heart in a way that nothing else does- your love fills his heart more strongly and more passionately than anything does.

hitoshi shinso, who is the closed-off, funny but quiet dickhead of his friend group. he's known for his out-of-pocket roasts at the right times and his nonchalant nature that contrasts with the loud, spunkiness of his multicolored-haired friends. but with you, he softens. the few times he's brought you along with him to movie night or training sessions, you've softened his heart enough for the love in him to seep out towards others as well. whenever you crack a joke, make someone else at the table smile, and draw laughs and happiness from their chests, a blush blooms across his cheeks. obviously, he fell for you, how could he not?

hitoshi shinso, who's favorite activity with you is your sunday-ritual. you'll wake up together, either in the same bed or over the phone, and bike down to the coast. you'll bug him about wearing a helmet, but he always complains that it ruins your hair. he'd never admit that its because he thinks you're absolutely adorable when you dote on him. afterwards he'll share a smoothie with you- he hates all the flavors except for mixed berry, which is the one he always insists on getting. he hates the the overpricing for what the product actually is, but loves the smile it puts on your face after a tiring bike-ride. and afterwards, you two will go back to either his of your place. his place if your parents aren't home, and his place when his parents are home, and binge watch a long t.v show of your choosing. he'll always complain that its stupid, poorly written or drawn out, but get pouty whenever you watch an episode without him. it's the one thing he looks forwards to at the end of a long week, drawn out with endless studies, training, and burnout. you're his safe place, and he needs it more than he'll admit.

hitoshi shinso, who somehow remembers every tiny detail about you. his mind works like gears, arranging formulas and deciphering codes, but the intellect of his mind makes you its priority. he remembers the way you pick your nails and cuticles when you have anxiety, and how placing his warm palm over yours soothes some of those thoughts. he remembers how prefer to tie your hair back during training but how you somehow always forget a hair tie- and he knows how you always give him a peck on his cheek once he shows off the one he's been keeping on his wrist for you. he remembers how you can't sleep without your nightly calls, and how he needs to hear your voice before he drifts of too- maybe more than you need it. he remembers the first day you met, the first thing he said to you, the first time he ever felt love for you. he remembers all of it and keeps it embedded in his heart. hitoshi shinso may seem like he hates everyone, but the one exception to that is you. and he'll remember that forever.

[metranart]

Imagine Dabi taking his time bathing you thoroughly. “As much as I love to see you dripping in my cum… I love even more to see you comfortable.” He tells you after cumming on you with an overly satisfied smile on his face, both still catching your breath when Dabi already has you in his strong arms, carrying you to the bathroom, holding you tightly against his heaving chest as he turns on the faucet and waits for the water to heat up.

“You don’t have to do this-...”

He turns to look at you and those bright blue eyes stare almost offended.

“Shut up it’s fine,” he breaths raggedly, legs jolting up in desperation to make you move on top of him, greedily.

You press against him, arms wrapping about his frame, ignoring his sweltering skin. You bite your lip and whimper excitedly when you feel him bow his head against your shoulder and pant heavily against the skin there.

"Besides, this is just a break... I still have plans for you, the night is young, babygirl."

His deep, husky voice, numbing and seductive, beats in your chest making your heart stutter to keep up.

The mere memory of every slam of your hips down onto him, and every one of his thrusts up into you in turn, making the villain ache with want.

“Now-” he purrs out against your ear, body seizing in warning. Fingers clenched into fists, so hard that the joints pop in protest with how much he must refrain himself to not taking you right there and then. "Now, get in the tub before I change my damn mind."

🔞--> NSFW ART in my patreon

[edensfixations]

hehe imagine if Deku had a twin sibling who was a big Hawks fan (but is more low-key about it) and coincidentally had a recessive quirk that gave them 2 pairs of retractable wings

AHH i LOVE these platonic au's!

we're going bullet point form!

• izuku has a twin sister? 🤨 her name? isaki!!

• isaki, just like her brother, doesn't hold much height! she's around 5 feet tall, very defensive about it! she's got the same green curly hair but longer! she has freakles and glasses (courtesy of her reading late at night in the dark and unlucky genetics.)

• anyway, contrary to her brother, she has a quirk. she got it when she was five and absolutely went batshit crazy when feathers sprouted out of her back a random saturday morning. she ran straight to izuku and he was no help whatsoever. he screamed louder than her!

• over the years her quirk has grown and developed! for a bit she ended up randomly floating causing a massive panic to her mother and amusement from her brother. her wings had grown into large black wings that resembles a crows.

• she's gained many nicknames from people. from her mother, dove. from her brother, saki and raven! katsuki however calls her shadow for an array of unfortunate reasons but at least she doesn't get the same treatment as her brother!!

• when the midoriya twins turned 12 a new hero made his way onto the scene! an 18 year old with his own company??!?!? suddenly in the top 10 in only 6 months???? WHAT?!?

• hawks having an amazing reputation like this immediately after debuting had him have eyes on him constantly! and isaki wasn't any different!

• while her brother was OBSESSED with all might since they were kids, she had only idolised him a bit. he was 100% her biggest inspiration and thought only the most highly of him but she never wanted to be a hero until she saw hawks! I mean she practically bounced off the walls when she saw someone with a similar quirk!

• over the next 2 years she had slowly built a merch a collection, a pathetic one really because she mostly used her pocket money for food and books while her brother never really used his money for anything but all might!

•her merch collection includes a few posters, 3 hoodies, an action figure and a bobble head as well as some limited edition sneakers that she'll NEVER admit she qued overnight for.

• similar to her twin brother, she also keeps a little notebooks. she however keeps about 4? 2 for hawks and 2 for everyone else. after deciding she'd like to follow her quirkless brother and his deranged frenemy to ua, she starts assessing some of her favourite heroes, namely hawks and his techniques and how to utilise them.

• so from ages 13-15 you'll just see an isaki midoriya flying around in her backyard practicing moves she learnt from hawks via the internet.

• when izuku had started his 10 month intense training with a mystery man izuku hadn't told her about, she decided to start her own 10 month training. hers however contained a gym and her doing combat training with whoever was training there too and up for it! there she met tenya iida! story for another time.

• however, about 5 months into her training, she had particularly drained herself that day. because of this she was barely paying attention to her surroundings. it was quite a shock to her when she had been suddenly grabbed from the ground and sped off about a block away when where she once was!

• who was it? pro hero hawks of course! naturally, isaki was completely star struck. she could not BELIEVE who was standing in front of her right now!!! she was barely listening to him warning her to watch where she's walking so she doesn't get run over by a car (she walked into traffic, whoops!) she snapped out of trance when she heard him say, "nice wings, kid" before he was gone.

•isaki flew home and screamed into her pillow!!! she couldn't believe that happened! HE COMPLIMENTED HER WINGS!!!!!! she was so close to him! practically hugging him! (delusion)

• upon her screaming her mother and brother enter her room, curious, afraid and wanting answers.

• she looks up from her pillow, pink faced and hyperventilating, "HE SAID I HAVE NICE WINGS!!" her wings start fluttering creating a small breeze. it's a small habit she picked up from when she was little. her little family chuckled at her words. "Who??" "That guy from the gym??" "NO HAWKS. I CAN DIE HAPPY."

• isaki is now laying on the ground while her brothers jaw is slack and her mother leaves, giggling to herself.

• "YOU MET NUMBER 3 HERO HAWKS??!!" "YEAH WHEN I ACCIDENTALLY ALMOST WALKED INTO TRAFFIC!!!!" "WHAT?!"

• needless to say, she wore her hoodie and limited edition sneakers to bed that night.

(pls send requests I loved doing this so muchhhh!!)

[lalenrasch]

BNHA Pet pals 🐍🐭🐕🐟🐑🐱🐸🐰

each character with a pet🌸🌻

[honey-words]

spider boy — spider-man!midoriya izuku x reader

synopsis:   you’ve talked to your neighbor a few times before and have waved at him on campus. But you’ve noticed he keeps really weird hours, sometimes hearing him go into his apartment at ungodly hours of the night. So when spider-man enters your apartment one night, it’s easy for you to connect the dots from there. 

content warnings: mentions of blood/injuries, hints of angst, hurt/comfort

wc: 3.1k

author’s note: I believe in spider-man!deku supremacy :)

part 1 of the spider boy series

“Spider-man does it again! Only three blocks from the UA university campus, the masked hero—”

“You’re a spider-man fan?”

You jumped, almost dropping your phone and falling off of the bench in the process. 

“Midoriya! You scared me.”

He laughed and you paused the video you were watching, a news clip from this morning. He settled down beside you on the bench, taking a sip of his iced coffee as he did. 

“Yeah, I guess I am a fan,” you said. “Campus PD sucks and I think it’s funny a spider guy is more reliant than all of them put together.”

You both shared a laugh. 

“I have to get to class,” Midoriya sighed, not making any movements to get up from the bench. “How’s Moony?”

“She’s great, thanks for asking,” you said, smiling back at him. Because Midoriya was the definition of a perfect neighbor. He had introduced himself when you first moved in and he saw the small cat carrier with a little black kitten, Moony, inside of it. From there it had been a pleasant acquaintanceship between the two of you. 

“I’ll see you later, then,” he said, really standing up this time. “Bye!”

You waved goodbye as he left, then turned back to the video. 

A thief had been running loose on campus for the last week, snatching cell phones and wallets from unsuspecting students on their way to class. Campus PD had found the thief this morning, literally on their doorstep with a sticky note that had a spider sketch stuck on his face. 

A smaller feat of Spider-Man’s, but a good one nonetheless. 

During your first lecture of the day you could see other people were watching the same video and reading the accompanying article. It was the first time Spider-Man had acted so close to campus, practically on the grounds of it considering where he had turned in the thief. 

The person in front of you had a Reddit post pulled up, and you had to bite your cheek to refrain from laughing as you read the title. Spider boy or whatever is totally a UA student. Here’s my proof!!!!

Finding the professor’s lecture increasingly dry and dull, you decided to pull up the Reddit tab on your own laptop so you could read it, too. 

By the time the lecture was over you had read the entire post (it was surprisingly long) and all of the comments underneath it, half-convinced of the theory yourself. It made some reasonable arguments—Spider-Man stuck to the surrounding city, usually went around at night, rarely seen throughout the day—keeping with the schedule of a college student. Sticking to the surrounding city pointed to the fact that he lived near campus. And the latest crime he’d solved was the cherry on top, because the alerts about it had gone out to all campus members since the incidents were contained to the campus. 

The dull lecture came with dull readings, which you idly flipped through later that night. It was nearing 1 am, but sleep had not yet found you, and even the reading was not putting you to sleep. 

You must’ve dozed off on your tiny kitchen table, Moony curled up on the chair next to you, because her surprised meow and the sound of a door closing close by woke you up a few hours later. Your phone lit up with an email notification (professors were truly unhinged with their work hours) and you were able to see the time without lifting your head up from the table. 4 am. 

The door that had closed and woken you and Moony up had been Midoriya’s, you realized even in your half-asleep state. Occasionally the sound would wake you up, but you never minded it much and usually rolled over and fell back asleep. 

This time you had to drag yourself over to your bed, and you could vaguely hear Midoriya moving around next door. What business he had this early in the morning you never knew. He seemed pretty normal, and you always assumed he was fond of late library study sessions. Even if it was not exactly exam season. But then again, he was a biochem major, you mused. 

You fell asleep wondering about this and woke up five hours later to the sound of your blaring alarm. It snapped you awake, enough to hear a thud from next door. Did Midoriya fall out of bed?

The day passed as usual. You went to class, took half-hearted notes (it was hard to focus at this point in the semester—everyone was already burnt out) came home and ate dinner with Moony, and cuddled up on the couch together to do your readings. 

This time you were ready to pass out outside of the warm embrace of your bed, so you’d done your nightly routine and brought over blankets to the couch, ready for sleep to come whenever it was ready. 

The sound that woke you up this time was much louder. And Moony hissed. 

She never hissed. 

You froze from your curled-up position on the couch, eyes still heavy with sleep and senses scrambling to catch up with your brain and racing heart. The coffee table was right across from you, and by some miracle, you’d been sipping on a lemonade earlier—one in a glass bottle. 

As swiftly as you could, you untangled yourself from the blankets and grabbed the lemonade bottle, wielding it in front of you like a sword.

It slipped from your grasp when you saw who was standing in front of you, next to your open window you always kept closed, scared Moony would climb out. 

As if on reflex, as if he expected you to drop your weapon, Spider-Man shot a web just as it slipped from your fingers, catching it in his hands before you could even register you had dropped it.

Moony, who had been very annoyed at being woken up just a minute ago, was now rubbing her head on his shins affectionately. 

“Moony,” you whispered. “Get away from him.”

“It’s okay!” Spider-Man said, mirroring your whisper. “I’m not here to hurt anyone.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Then why did you break into my apartment?” You looked around for your phone, or another potential weapon. Instead, your gaze found the small digital clock you kept on a shelf near the door, the bright green numbers clearing away the fogginess of sleep. 

It was 4am. 

You could not help the gasp that escaped you. 

“Midoriya?”

The effect was instantaneous. Spider-Man’s entire body language changed, that much you could tell, even in the dark. He took a step away from you, back toward the window, shoulders tense. 

“What?” he said. Trying hard to keep his voice steady, even deepening it a little. But you knew it was him. 

“Did you think this was your apartment?” You were connecting the dots now. “This is why you always come back so late.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, inching towards the window. “I just got a little lost. Thought this place was empty.”

“You’re bleeding,” you said, pointing at the gash in his arm as though he had not noticed it himself. “Why’re you bleeding?”

Moony meowed, as though echoing your question. She was still close to him, and leaned forward to rub her head against his shin again. 

This seemed to break him—his shoulders drooped and he let out a long exhale. He reached up and pulled the mask off, and you gasped again. 

The left side of his face was covered in bruises, his eye starting to swell a bit. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, glancing down at Moony. 

“Smart cat. She recognized me.” You winced and instinctively moved toward him when he tried to smile and grimaced at the action. 

“Sit down, please,” you said, remembering to speak quietly. “You can’t die in my apartment. You can’t.”

“I won’t,” he said, letting you manhandle him into sitting on the couch. “Promise.”

“If you thought this was your apartment you’re definitely concussed,” you said, reaching up to move his curls aside, careful not to touch his face. The bruises covered his entire left side, also the side his arm was bleeding. “What happened to you?”

You snatched your hand away when he realized he was frozen, eyes to the side where your hand was. 

“I got thrown into a wall,” he said, smiling again. A smaller grimace this time. “I’m really sorry.” 

“You’re sorry for being thrown into a wall?” You shuffled to the kitchen to grab the tiny first aid kit you kept there. It was dusty and unused and consisted mainly of bandaids, something you started laughing at a little hysterically as you opened it on the couch, in between you and Midoriya. He’d leaned back onto the couch, breathing evened out. He was lying so still you thought he was sleeping, until he turned his head to see what you were laughing at. 

“I only have bandaids,” you said, still laughing a little. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh,” he said. “Oh, I didn’t mean…” he started laughing. Quietly, then a little louder until you were both giggling and suppressing loud laughs. 

“It’s okay,” he said, catching his breath again. “Can you help me get to my place? I’m used to patching myself up.” 

It took five minutes, but eventually, you both managed to get out your front door, coaxing Moony to stay inside. Midoriya had one of his arms draped around your shoulder, keeping him upright. He had reassured you plenty of times as you both shuffled out the door that he was fine, he had been through worse. Which only made you feel worse. 

His apartment was the exact same layout as yours, though a little messier, which he apologized for. There were notes all over his kitchen table, his couch was covered in blankets. You had a feeling he was prone to falling asleep all over his apartment like you did.  

“Thank you,” he said once he had settled down on his couch. “I’m really sorry, again.”

“I know,” you said, sitting down beside him. You stared at the clock directly across from you, above his small TV. “I’m sorry for figuring out who you are.”

Another small laugh from him. “S’okay.” he shifted to look at you, and you mirrored him. It would have felt awkward being this close to someone you knew more in passing a day ago, but you felt as though this entire experience had automatically made the two of you friends. A trauma bond, of sorts. “You won’t tell anyone?”

You smiled back at him. “Promise.”

You didn’t remember getting back to your apartment, only that it took a lot of convincing on Midoriya’s part. The second you woke up (on your couch) you rushed to get out the door and knock on Midoriya’s until he opened, if anything to confirm you had not dreamed anything that had happened. But before you could get your slippers on, you saw a small note on the floor in front of the door. 

Two spiders drawn holding hands, with “friends?” written underneath.

You slid it back under his door with your own addition — a drawing of a cat and “friends” written underneath his question. 

——— * * * ———

“Trauma bond?”

“Yeah,” you said, shoving at his shoulder and ignoring his fake wince. “Am I wrong?”

“No,” he agreed, petting a meowing Moony in his lap. He was frowning down at her, and you had been around him long enough to know something was wrong. 

It had been over a month since the break-in incident (which Midoriya was still apologizing for) and you had grown used to each other’s company. It had started off small—seeing him in the library during the day, studying quietly next to him. Stifling your laughter when he slid a spider doodle across the table to you. 

After that, you noticed him around campus more often. You had always greeted him when he crossed your path, stopping to make small talk. But now you actually talked about things of substance. Setting up study sessions, inviting him over to play with Moony, exchanging recipes and even starting to cook at each other’s apartments. 

“Is my pasta not good?” you said. Moony meowed, echoing your question from his lap. 

“It could use some pepper,” he said, smiling teasingly at you. “No, it’s good. Just a rough night.”

“Wanna talk about it?” you said. 

“S’okay,” he said. “We’re trauma bonded enough.” You felt a pang of guilt at the sadness in his tone. 

“Midoriya—” 

“Thank you for the pasta,” he said. “I can help with the dishes.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. “You know we’re friends friends, right?”

He nodded. “I’m messing with you.”

“You little shit!” he laughed as you set your dishes down in the sink, shoving him slightly. He smiled slyly at you. He seemed like the perfect boy next door, but he was really a little shit. And he was the perfect boy next door. 

“I haven’t heard you come back late in a while,” you said. He turned to look at you from his place at the sink, eyebrows raised. 

“You wait up for me?”

“No!” you said indiginantly. “It just used to wake us up.” 

“Really? I’m sorry.”

“S’okay,” you said. “But you have to wake me up if you’re hurt really bad, okay? Even if it’s just to sit with you.”

A small noise of acknowledgement from Midoriya. 

“What was that?”

“Promise.” 

Satisfied, you got up from your place at the table, letting him finish up the dishes. “Are you going out tonight?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Sorry in advance about the early morning wake up call.”

He still would not tell you where he went. But the news reports the next day served as the answers to your questions. A crime solved here, a criminal turned in there. The Spider-Man news page, ran by dedicated fans, was bookmarked on your computer and one of your most visited tabs. On nights when you couldn’t sleep and didn’t know where he was, you would refresh it every few minutes, waiting for an update. 

Sometimes he would go during the day, and when you would get back from class he would be there on your couch with Moony, napping. You would sit on the opposite end and wait for him to wake up, then decide on what to make for lunch together. Not talking about the new bruise on his arm or the new cut on his leg. If he brought it up you knew it was okay to talk about it, but usually you both talked about normal topics. Avoiding the giant spider in the room. 

“All done!” he said, falling down on the couch beside you. Reaching to pet Moony, who was cuddled up on your lap. Arm muscles flexing, hands softly running through Moony’s fur. It was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore how jacked he was. Especially when he was literally always stripping in your apartment, changing from his suit into his regular clothes. Letting you sneak glances at his back, his chest. 

“Take a nap,” you blurted. “If you’re going to be out tonight. You need to rest.”

“I will,” he said, smiling up at you. “Don’t worry.”

“I’m not!” you said, huffing. “You better not visit me tonight. I expect you to kick ass and come back with no injuries.”

“‘Kay,” he said. “See you tomorrow?” You nodded and watched him dramatically sigh, throwing his head back on the couch before getting up and shuffling to the door. 

The rest of your evening was spent anxiously trying to distract yourself. There was a nagging feeling in the back of your head, in the pit of your stomach. After finishing your homework and realizing it was hours before your usual bedtime, you cleaned your apartment. Reorganized, moved things around. 

You decided to settle on the couch for the night. Better place to hear Midoriya come back. 

The sound that jolted you awake a couple hours later was louder than usual, and it woke you up quicker. A quick glance at your clock let you know it was only 1am.

“Midoriya?” you said quietly, sitting up. “You okay?”

He was standing near your window, at almost the exact same spot as a month before, when he had first broken in. 

“No,” he said. Voice hoarse and almost too quiet for you to hear. 

You were up and leading him over to the couch in an instant. His mask was already off, clutched in between his fingers

“Are you hurt?” you said, patting down his arms and running your fingers over his face softly, scared to touch a bruise or aggravate a cut. A shake of his head. 

You gently took the mask from him, setting it down on the coffee table with one hand, the other gripping his hands tightly. “Want to talk about it?”

He nodded, squeezing your hands back. “Later.”

“Okay,” you said, scooting closer to him on the couch so your shoulders pressed together. “I’m here, okay? It’s okay.”

You were ready when his shoulders started shaking and he slid into your hug, staining your shirt with his tears. You ran your hands through his hair, rubbing your fingers along the nape of his neck. Repeating the phrase over and over until it felt like you were trying to convince yourself of the same thing. 

The bruises were on his side this time—no cuts deep enough to warrant him going back to his apartment to patch himself up. You helped him get his suit off slowly. The tears hadn’t stopped, and yours had started fifteen minutes after his. It hurt to see him like this and not know how to help. Knowing all you could do was help him get back to his apartment and keep his secret.

“Can I stay?” he said. He was holding the top half of his suit to his chest, hugging it. 

“Yeah, course you can,” you said. “I’ll get you some clothes.”

Moony walked out of your room with an annoyed meow. She had been sleeping, but once she spotted Midoriya she happily sauntered over, already purring. 

Once he had changed into the clothes his eyes started to droop, and you started convincing him to sleep in your room. He kept shaking his head, until he finally told you, “Don’t want to be alone.” 

“Okay, I’ll stay with you,” you said. Slipped out so easily you had no time to realize you had said it until he nodded and you were walking into your room and settling under the covers, Midoriya turning to face you, lashes wet with tears.

“I’m not leaving,” you said, reaching to intertwine your fingers with his. “You’re okay. We’re okay.”

He blinked slowly at you, sleep making his eyes heavy. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

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[mj-102009]

Unnecessary Backup (Midoriya Izuku x oc)

Rose

I tore along the rooftops in glee, my lungs took in as much air as possible to keep me up. It was nearing the witching hour, in the slums of Japan that meant trouble was close and as far as I was aware, I was the only one with the balls to come down here, only one willing to get her hands dirty.

Stopping on my usual spot, I sat on a ledge and sighed, readjusting my mask. Below me, very few cars would go by and even fewer people, most of which were doing their best to walk. I helped around when I could, donated to fundraisers, made food to give out, and brought kids who needed medical attention to the hospital, but it was never enough. I’ve received thousands of emails from Aizawa telling me about a missing persons case, an assault, or just a family in need of help. Of course I try my best but there are thousands and I’m just one person.

Mr. Grumpy: South tunnel, four men, I’ve sent someone down there but just be on watch if possible

Me: Copy that

The south tunnel was only a block away, I made quick time in racing down there and hiding in the cover of the shadows.

“Listen kids, we’re not here to hurt you, just give us the bag and we can all go home,” A soft gravelly voice whispered, followed by some low chuckles.

I peaked around the corner, a boy, maybe 13, was only inches away from several men with his back turned, in his arms was a girl with shaking shoulders. From his posture and the way he clung to her, I knew he was scared. My eyes darkened when I saw the confirming glare of a knife, this could get messy.

Wait for Aizawa’s backup or step in?

Screw it-

I’d just made the decision to walk into the fight when a bright flash of green blocked me, I stumbled back and quickly balanced myself with a swear. 

“WHO THE FU-”

“ITS DEK-”

I heard a series of grunts, my eyes widened and I looked in the tunnel. A tall man, about 5 '9, maybe 5' 10, with dark green hair and a green hero suit, I recognised him instantly.

Fucking Aizawa, this bitch gonna compromise my whole mission.

“Hey there kiddos!” He chirped, bouncing over to the kids and kneeling down. “Anyone hurt?”

The boy rapidly shook his head, staring at the hero with stars in his eyes, the girl had the same look but with a smile. I exhaled and began to pull out my phone to message Aizawa.

“Aye dare’ Mista’ ‘ero man.” (pronounced exactly as written)

I frowned deeply at the voice, just about to turn and look again. 

“Stay back-” He was cut off with a gasp of pain as a knife found home in his abdomen.

My turn.

I whipped around the corner with a grin, my eyes darted around the scene, the kids were backed up behind Deku, he was trying to stay up and keep them safe. Idiot. The man was standing with a grim look as the blood ran down his blade.

“Numba’ one ‘ero and ya can’t keep…” He trailed off as he noticed my swiftly approaching figure. “Who the fuck-”

I pulled back my fist and let it sail with a faint whistle in the air, he flew back a good five feet coiling up into a ball, nose most likely broken. The children shrieked in fear, the hero did his best to drop into a fighting stance.

“Who are you?” He croaked.

I smiled. “Question of the day isn’t it?”

He tripped on himself in an attempt to attack me, yet I ended up having to catch him gently with a chuckle, his eyes slowly fluttering closed. “Rest Hero, I mean you no harm.”

The children watched me curiously as I laid him down gently, not threatened but simply watching me. I surveyed the area then took down my hood revealing a soft smile and warm gray eyes. “Hello.”

The boy’s breath hitched. “You’re Her,” he whispered awestruck.

I chuckled and held a finger to my lips. “Careful,” I stood up. “C’mon, we gotta get you and broccoli over here safe.”

Aizawa came quickly, dressed in his usual attire, he took in the sight with a sigh. I had a strip of cloth tied firmly against the hero’s wound effectively keeping him stable, the children wrapped under my cloak, I grinned at him under my mask.

“Hiya.”

He lightly hit me on the back of the head for that. “We need to get him-”

“No,” I hummed lightly. “You need to get those two to a safe place, I’ll handle the  hero.”

I saw the hesitation on his face. “I trust you Rose, but we’re talking about our best hero, this could bring up some speculation.”

“Then I’ll lay low until it dies down, but right now I’m far more concerned with getting this stitched,” I gestured to his wound. “Trust that I won’t hurt him.”

After brief consideration, he turned to the kids and began ushering them out of the tunnel. I nodded to him once and turned to the hero with a sigh. 

“Well, just you and me for the moment.”

My car would make it fairly easy to move him, the hard part was staying out of sight. I had no time to exhale once we entered my apartment, quickly setting (dragging) him on my table and rushing to get my med kit.

I’d used my cloak to keep the blood down, I’d had it made for situations like this, and for the time being it was helping but that rather deep cut would be troublesome if not treated. 

Quickly and skillfully, I disinfected everything necessary and pulled back my hair. The wound was about two inches long and deep enough to keep an oozing blood flow. I moved the cloth and quickly applied pressure to the wound. The hero subconsciously bucked his hips under my hold. I moved to push him down, whispering apologies as I lightly straddled his hips. I moved fast, holding the gash closed and snatching up the prepared needle. 

“Don’t activate your quirk, please… Mr. Pro-hero?” I whispered not looking up.

The needle gently slid into his skin, no green sparks, I took that as an okay to continue. I finished the stitches with a tie, slowly getting off him and moving to get antiseptic.

Mr. Grumpy: All good?

Me: He’s alive

Me: Hospital?

Mr. Grumpy: Not now, your cover

 could get blown

Me: Copy that

Deku

I’m on a couch.

That was my first thought waking up, my next one was concern for those children I’d rescued.

Wait.

I remember a figure in black, they stopped that man from hurting me further than he had. My hands were on my abdomen before I could fully register that I’d been stabbed.

Goddamnit, Kacchan’s gonna kill me.

A well wrapped white bandage was around my waist, upon closer inspection I realized someone had stitched me up.

I took this time to study my surroundings. It was a beautiful studio apartment, all organized and tidy, even the colors match, mostly gray and black but in picture frames and books there was a splash of color.

Who brought me here?

“Water?”

I jumped at the voice, nearly activating All for One, gazing at me confused, was a girl. She was rather short with long brown hair tied back into a braid, the first thing I noticed however was her mask. It was a simple black cloth, tied behind her head only covering her mouth, yet I could see her non-threatening, almost welcoming expression in her eyes.

“Um…” I continued to stare.

“Sorry,” She said, blinking innocently. “Does the cut hurt? I have painkillers if it does.”

I blinked at her then nodded slowly. “Yes, please, that would be great.”

She walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a pill bottle, then walked over to him with a glass of water. Then sat on an armchair across from me. “Number One hero should be more careful down in the slums.”

“Well usually I know what I’m dealing with,” Something about this girl's alluring demeanor made me want to tell her everything. 

“Aizawa didn’t tell you?” She hummed casually.

I paused and looked at her again. “Sorry, who are you?”

She tilted her head at him. “Oh! Forgot to introduce myself, I’m Rosemary.”

The name fit her well. “How do you know Aizawa?”

“We work together,” Rosemary told me. “He tells me where to go and I help the people there.”

My eyes widened. “You’re the girl everyone reports to be saving people in the slums.”

She nodded. “That would be me.”

I struggled to sit up. “You could be a hero! Why are you down here when you could be-”

“No thank you,” Rosemary hummed. “I’ve done so much more down here than any of you have ever given the effort to do, these people depend on me.” I snapped my mouth shut and pouted, she chuckled warmly and stood. “I’ll call Aizawa to pick you up.”

I nodded and she retreated into a bedroom.

Rosemary

“Hey,” I said into the receiver.

Aizawa hummed a greeting into the phone. “Is he okay?”

I peaked around the door at the hero, he was happily drinking his water muttering to himself. “I believe so, well enough to get back to wherever need be.”

“And he’s okay with…you?”

My eyebrows furrowed and I shut my door leaning against the wall. “What do you mean?”

He hesitated. “Your profession.”

“Oh,” I realized. “Well the first thing he did was beg me to be a hero but other than that he hasn’t called the police yet.”

“Ask him when he’s able to leave.”

“Copy that,” I hung up and turned out the door.

The hero turned to me with a question already on his lips. “What did-”

“He’d like to know if you’re well enough to leave,” I cut him off, not in a rude tone, just polite and quiet. I wanted him out of my apartment as soon as possible.

He blinked at me before nodding slowly. “But-”

“Would you like me to have him pick you up?”

“Sure, just-”

I pulled out my phone and shot him a text. “I’ll notify him no-”

“Would you stop that?” His tone was gentle but annoyed.

Slowly I nodded. “What would you like to ask?”

“Who are you?”

“My name is Rose,” I said honestly.

“Why did you save me?”

“You were hurt.”

“How did you meet Aizawa?”

“He helped me save a family from a burning building.”

“What’s your quirk?”

I rocked back on my heels with a bashful look. “I, uh, I don’t have one.”

He looked at me in confusion then awe crept into his gaze. “You don’t have a quirk?”

“Nope,” I shook my head.

“And you do all this?”

“Mhm,” I push back my hair and step into the kitchen. “Anything else?”

He shook his head.

Mr. Grumpy: I’m outside, cover him up with a blanket or something.

I tossed him a black blanket which he quickly caught. “Aizawa’s waiting.”

I walked him out to a black car where two men leaned against the door. Aizawa and-

“Kaccha- I mean- Pro-hero Dynamight!” Deku chirped, bounding over to the car.

I chuckled and crossed my arms standing off to the side as he limped over, the blonde’s eyes went from annoyed to concerned very quickly. Aizawa nodded at me and I went to turn around.

“Wait!” Deku called, he loosely grabbed my wrist and I turned around with a confused look.

“Yes?”

“I-uh-just wanted to thank you,” He said, rocking back on his heels, Dynamite and Aizawa exchanged looks. 

I blinked several times before smiling under my mask and holding out my hand for him to shake. “Any time, pleasure to meet you, Deku.”

He blushed furiously and shook my hand, I watched as he limped back over to the car. Aizawa walked over to me and handed me my blanket. 

“I can’t thank you enough, Rose,” He sighed.

I folded the cloth over my arm with a shrug. “Least I could do, are the kids okay?”

He nodded. “Turned them into safer hands, good work by the way, two more off the streets.”

“Mhm,” Before he could walk away I spoke up. “I very much appreciate you sending heroes to help but next time maybe prepare him at least a little bit?”

He nodded solemnly. “I’ll be sure to teach him a bit more on what to expect. They’re usually expecting quirks and not knives.”

“Well it nearly cost him his life,” I told him, not condescending, just informative. “Be careful.”

“Will do.”

I scaled down the walls without a sound, the two men shouted and charged toward my swiftly approaching figure. 

“WATCH HE-” He was cut off by my hard right hook, the other dropped his gun to the ground and fell to his knees.

“Giving up so easily?” I said amused, yet alert.

He shrugged and met me with a firm glare. “What’s the point in trying?”

I studied his expression but he never faltered from his cocky gaze. “Suit yourself,” His face finally changed as he grinned when I grabbed his wrist.

Pain struck through me and I clutched my hand with a muffled scream. The man chuckled darkly and stood over my trembling form, his eyes crazed as my veins filled with poison and my mind went numb.

“The fuck did you do to me?” I hissed, voice rough with agony. 

“My quirk, it fills those who touch my skin with heart stopping poison,” He gripped my hair. “I’m sure you feel like your being torn from the inside out right-”

A burst of green light erupted from behind him and I watched as a glowing figure grabbed the back of his neck and threw him back. I collapsed back down with a yell.

The man fell into a heap of gray and black and Deku proceeded to dash toward me.

“Rose?” He panicked. I groaned in response, he was fast to drag me up and prop me against the wall. My skin was quickly paling and my head sagged on my neck. “You need a hospital now,” He reached for me and I allowed him to carry me bridal style. “What did he do?”

“Poison,” I mumbled. “Wait…need to take ‘em in,” I tried to move but quickly found that my body was in paralyzing pain.

He shook his head. “I already called Aizawa.”

‘He did?’ I thought. ‘When?’

I looked up at him and found that we were already in a white building. 

‘How did we get to Might Tower?’ I thought. ‘I could swear we were just in an alley?’

“Recovery Girl!” Deku shouted, bringing attention to my limp form.

She hobbled over, took one look at me, then suddenly I was in a bed with people in white lab coats poking me with needles.

“C’mon…Hun…losing…with me…Rosemary!”

I didn’t wake up for another week.

I tried to sit up but the thousands of needles in my arms were holding me down. My frustration only grew and I kicked my feet. A nurse from outside poked her head in and frowned at me. 

“Hey!” She scolded and came to my side, gently holding me down. “You need those, Miss.”

I opened my mouth to argue but a tube was cutting off my words and doing my breathing for me. She reached over to me and pressed a button. “Easy, Miss. Your doctor should come in soon.”

True to her words a few minutes went by and a tall woman with black hair walked in and started firing off yes or no questions.

“Good, I’ll have Recovery Girl come in and give you a quick final check up before we get some of those IV’s out,” She turned to leave before turning around with an ‘Oh!’ “Mr. Deku asked to be notified when you woke up so I’m sure he’ll be around.”

I nodded and looked at my phone. 

Mr. Grumpy: Just sent Deku down to you.

Mr. Grumpy: Copy?

Mr. Grumpy: Rose

Mr. Grumpy: Deku just called for backup I swear if either one of you die I’ll make you clean my house for months

Mr. Grumpy: I’ll be having Dynamight and Deku take over for you until you’re well. Call when you can, please get better.

Recovery Girl was the next to come in, she smiled at me and asked more questions.

As she unhooked me from my ropes of plastic we chatted quietly to get my voice up. “Ya know that boy of yours was nearly attached to your hip this whole time.”

My eyebrows furrowed. “Who?”

She glanced at my confused expression. “Deku, he was so worried I thought he would burst.”

“Ohhhhh,” I nod. “Yeah Aizawa’s sent us on quite a few missions together recently.”

She smiled. “Have you texted either of them yet?”

“No, I thought I’d be better to wait until I don’t look like-”

“-Shit?” Deku finished leaning on the door frame. “S’not that bad.”

I didn’t take my eyes off him as he took like my face without the mask, I wiggled and Recovery Girl whispered out a scold. The black piece of cloth wasn’t in the room and it was making me feel enclosed.

“Alright,” She hummed, rubbing my wrist on the spot she had just pecked. “You should be poison free, no notes other than start wearing gloves.”

“Will do,” I smiled softly as she hobbled past Deku.

“Hi,” He said, walking fully into the room.

“Hello,” I greeted.

It was silent for a moment. “Are you feeling better?”

“Much.”

“Okay.”

Another long silence, I broke eye contact. “I apologize for the trouble I may have caused you during my time unconscious, I should have-”

“Rose,” He stopped me walking to look down on me. “You don’t have to apologize for being injured, I was just repaying the favor.”

“Okay,” I smiled down to my lap and fiddled with my nails.

“Hey Rose?”

“Hm?”

“Would you-” He cleared my throat and I giggled at his high squeak. “Sorry- Would you maybe like to go out with me? Like dinner? Or lunch is fine- even breakfast!”

I chuckled at his blush and increasingly high voice. “I’d love to.”

He visibly relaxed and nodded aggressively. “I, uh, so…okay to be completely honest my friends told me to ask you out and that’s how far I got because I didn’t think this through. Oh gosh-Sorry, I’m such an idiot I should’ve thought more about this. If you don’t want to anymore I under-”

I laughed and kissed his check softly. “I’m still going, I’ll take a shower then we can drive down to Aizawa’s.”

He nodded dumbly, still reeling from my light kiss. “Yuh huh.”

Requests are always open and appreciated!

[cvnt4him]

I tried drawing my s/I excuse me while I geek out ab her rq.

Her name is Naomi and. This is like timeskip she is a pro hero obviously. Her hero suit doesn't really make sense bc it doesn't support her quirk AT ALL. Except for the little hand thingies. They help a tad.

Her quirk is crystilaization and uhm.............you probably can't even tell 💀💀 💀💀💀

My artstyle does NOT look like this at all I js tried to draw her in mha's style and filed miraculously

[https-milo]

the baker's daughter - masterlist

synopsis Y/n L/n works at a small bakery owned by her parents. One day, a pro hero in training shows up asking for 400 cupcakes.

eventual friends to lovers

i - 400 cupcakes ii - a wild todoroki! iii - lunch! vi - v - anddd more!

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brought to you by : https-milo 2024

[blinkyblinding]

Izuku Headcannons

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boyfriend!izuku x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: just a lot of loving actions if u think of anything lemme know

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i think izuku with a significant other would be so cute. at first he would be shy, of course. however, i think once sometime has passed and you both have navigated each-others boundaries… he’s so dotting.

he always thought you were cute and sweet. thats how he saw you. now that he feel comfortable to express it? oh boy, does he express it.

expect the most obvious loving glances. theyre almost teasing in a sense like his eyes are saying “i love you and i KNOW you love me too and i’m probably annoying you right now but that doesn’t matter because you love it”.

just like that.

always wants to get you things. he just does.

you like sweets? he has to fight the urge to get you everything he sees.

you like spicy food? same thing.

especially when you guys get into an argument or just take some space. he fights every thought in his head about getting you something.

he caves.

he got it and now he’s giving it to you, despite your protests about him buying you things.

he loves how content you look. its actually his favorite thing in the world. makes him so warm to watch you be content. even if its not obvious that you are happy, he knows. he always knows.

i also head canon cute aggression. he just gets so much energy when your happy, content, relaxed around him. he just doesn’t nt know what to do with himself but he cant help but want to make you happier.

the cycle repeats.

[with-my-calamitous-love]

CLOSEST I’VE COME TO MY HEART EXPLODING

izuku x reader

thoughts on how he would act in a relationship <3 same premise as the shinso + kirishima ver, for his birthday!

a/n: i love ttpd

a/n: izuku midoriya as a boyfriend is my roman empire

izuku midoriya, who looks at you like you’re his whole world. he is physically incapable of finding you unattractive. your dreary, disheveled hair mornings are a sunny, natural glow to him. your sweaty and spent post-workout stance has him on his knees. he thinks your beautiful on every day that ends Y. he could be blind and he’d memorize your beauty through his fingertips, or deaf and appreciative the universe for gifting his eyes with you.

izuku midoriya, who falls in love hard. who falls first and falls harder. who falls like a shooting star on a bright morning. he’s so in love with you its embarrassing, so much so that after a while he doesn’t seem to care if you like him back or not- just having these feelings is enough for him. who needs you to know just how much he cares, just how devoted he is to you.

izuku midoriya, whose love language is acts of service. he loves to take care of you in sickness and in health, when you’re tired or even when you just don’t want to get up. who always practices the sidewalk rule, who zips up all your dresses, who will never ever let you touch the dirty dishes, who picks you up from the airport, who RUNS to the car do to open it for you, and who uses his actions when words fail him.

izuku midoriya, who isn’t fully aware of how beautiful he is. his green eyes like the garden of eden, freckles like little kisses from the sun just for him. he blinks and tilts his head like a dog when you compliment him on his appearance, trying to ignore the way his heart pounds and his cheeks blush bright pink. he doesn’t understand how he pulled you, but you most certainly get it.

speaking of his freckles… izuku midoriya, who lets you draw little constellations on his freckles. he is a moonchild himself, someone who is deeply emotional and experiences changes like the moon changes its phases. who has always loved the stars, loved the night sky, and loves thanking the heavens above for gifting you to him. he loved the tickle he feels on his skin when you connect the dots, pointing our lyra and hydrus as you tell him all about your favourites. he loves it, loves knowing he’s your favourite canvas.

izuku midoriya, who is more insecure then he lets on. who hates the way his arms look, the scars that remind him of his failures and his shortcomings. the weight of being the next symbol of peace, the expectation of being everything his predecessor was and more- sometimes its all too much. he’ll never show it, but there are signs. his nail biting, his messy notes on paper, his rambling to himself and his sleepless nights. only you can snap him out of the messy labyrinth he loses himself in. you’re that beacon of light that helps him resurface, giving his heart a holiday.

izuku midoriya, who loves you so much warmer and so much brighter than any love you could ever hope to experience. who is hopelessly devoted to you, giving you everything he is and more. whose love for you is a need like water, who makes sure that you are always loved so long as he exists. who makes your heart feel like it’ll explode when he tells you he loves you. whose own heart feels the same when you say it back.

[kajinovaa]

i think im finally turning around on the tapering ends of my burnout, so comms can be started on again ;w;

in the meanwhile, have some Kurau with a different hair style + experimenting on her passive bioluminescence. shes just a whole creechurrrrr

BONUS DRAWING WITH DEKU ON GIRL'S NIGHT SINCE PEOPLE HAVE BEEN STINKY ABOUT THE LEAKS AND HIS SHAVED SIDE SO I NEEDED THE SEROTONIN ROROROROR >>>:::::(((((((((