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faulty-writes · 6 months

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Alright, alright, I have this little crossover idea of sorts!

Trigun is an anime in the world of MHA, and reader is crushing on Vash the Stampede. Reader has the manga, the anime on Blu-ray, figures, a plush...

How would Izuku, Bakugou, and Mirio react to their crush having a thing for Vash, who is fictional? Would they possibly get jealous, wondering what it is about him they like so much? :3

[ I love this cross-over idea. Fuck yeah! You know, it's funny. I wrote a few headcanons between the BNHA boys and them having a plushie a long time ago. I think the reader being obsessed with a fictional character, Vash in this case, is awesome and quite relatable. I honestly have to say I'm in love with Vash from the 1998 animated series, he is just so cool and I'm also currently reading the manga which is just mind-blowing. ]

His words were stolen from him when he entered your room to see endless amounts of manga, plushies, and even figurines of Vash the Stampede. Although given his collection of All Might merchandise, he knew he couldn't judge. But he also couldn't stop himself from feeling the tiniest bit jealous.

"W-what is it about t-that guy that makes them a-admire him…so much?" He asked after successfully convincing you to allow him to borrow the Blu-ray Trigun Stampede series collection you had. He didn't understand why you liked the characteristics Vash displayed but nonetheless jotted them down in his notebook as he watched.

Unfortunately, the attempts to display the same characteristics he saw to capture your attention were unsuccessful, and honestly, he felt a little pathetic about trying to be someone he wasn't. Plus, the look on your face made him feel like a bigger idiot than he was.

"I d-don't know what I was thinking…" he whined, pressing his head against his desk. "Will they…l-like me like they do V-Vash?" It was pitiful to think he was jealous of a fictional character.

"Perhaps you are approaching the problem incorrectly," Tenya suggested. "While the feeling of affection can extend to…fictional aspects, I'm certain that Y/n is aware of reality and will look at you the way you desire as long as you remain yourself." He wasn't sure how much faith he put in Tenya's words but knew he was right. Comparing himself to Vash wasn't going to get him anywhere.

Accepting something was the hardest thing but given that he was once the quirkless boy who dreamed of being a hero, he would face this issue the same way. He could accept it but not for long. He'd prove he was better than Vash The Stampede and then maybe…just maybe you'd see him as your hero.

"Tch, reading a lame manga, huh!? How stupid!" He remembers those words from his middle school years, and how you would always huddle in the corner with a stupid smile as you read 'Trigun Maximum.' The thing that years later became your obsession.

"What the hell is all this shit!?" He demanded. "This is worse than that damn Deku's room!" You had shelves filled with manga, and Blu-rays, not to mention plushies of the same character scattered around. "You shouldn't be obsessed with fictional dumbasses that swing guns around! I'm the only badass here!" And he'd prove it.

His jaw clenched tighter and tighter whenever he was in class, hearing you go on and on about your love for Vash. How cool and handsome he is, how amazing he is in combat. Damn, he hated it. He would never admit he was jealous, but what made Vash better than him!?

"What do you mean I can't take these!?" he demanded after irrationally barging into your room and stealing your Trigun manga collection. Nevertheless, after a heated argument, he settled for reading it in your room. "What the hell is so damn great about this dumbass?" From what he could gather Vash was nothing but an outlaw with a gun.

He didn't think his jealousy would affect him just like he didn't think his feelings for you would sway him from his dream of becoming a hero. But he found himself being fueled by the hatred of your Vash The Stampede obsession. Because of this, he grew extremely cocky during training exercises. He even went as far as shouting that he was better than some stupid outlaw which you found...odd, to say the least.

It didn't take a genius to realize you were unimpressed by his attempts and criticism of your favorite character. Yet, as usual, he'd be damned if you continued to idolize someone else when he should be the one idolized by you. Whether you liked it or not, he'd be the object of your affection next.

"Heh, wow...you really like this guy." Of course, it was an obvious statement with all the Vash the Stampede plushies, and merchandise that littered your bed and shelves. He picked up one of the plushies, staring into its blue button eyes that reminded him of his own and a strange feeling made his stomach twist. Was he feeling insecure?

"Oh, is that Vash the Stampede?" Nejire asked, pointing to the plushie Mirio held. "Huh, wait you know about him!?" He exclaimed. "Yeah, I-" He grasped her shoulders before she could finish. "What do you like about him!?" He demanded, and although Nejire didn't have a solid answer she settled for Vash's bravery and caring for others.

While Mirio was happy that he shared some favorable characteristics with Vash the Stampede, he still struggled to think of how to get your attention while respecting your love for the fictional character. How could you view him as you did Vash? Of course, he could never tell you who you could and couldn't love, but gosh wouldn't it be amazing if you did love him?

"So, what do you think!?" Mirio demanded with a bright smile. He was dressed in a red trench coat and orange glasses, the key pieces of clothing Vash wore. "You like Vash, right? I sure look like him now, wouldn't you agree sunshine?" To see your eyes light up when you looked at him, even in the silly little cosplay he was wearing, meant the world to him.

He convinced you to hang out with him and took you to a special area resembling the setting where the Trigun show took place. It was part of a beach, with endless sand everywhere. He wanted to impress you while respecting your feelings, and maybe make you have feelings for him. Overall, your reaction was so-so.

Despite his jealousy, and his somewhat successful attempts at trying to sway your attention away from Vash the Stampede and onto him, he wanted you to be happy. "Heh, who knows, maybe I will be their Vash someday!" Until then, he'd just keep smiling.

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kajinovaa · 11 months

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emotional self regulation but instead turned into comfort cuz selfcare is important, always

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #izuku midoriya #prohero deku #deku x me #self insert #novart

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pixeldemonia · 11 months

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GET F-ING CHRISTMAS AWAY, SPOOKY SEASON ISN'T OVER YET!!!!

Are u team Halloween or team Christmas?

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cosmiles · 1 year

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𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒

➢ watching coryxkenshin with mha boys

note: yes i did do a whole hc based on this post

characters: midoriya, kirishima, bakugo, todoroki

content: fluff, crack, established gn relationships, coryxkenshin references

words: 0.3k

Izuku Midoriya introduces you to his channel. As a kid, he first found Cory from his Five Nights At Freddy's game play and has been a samurai ever since. He's literally so excited when you ask to watch with him. He will text you every time he posts, especially after a long break. Your new favorite dates consist of you binge watching Cory while curled up in the covers with him. Please wear the matching merch with him, it'll make his day.

Eijirou Kirishima becomes a fan because of you. He found you watching his puppet combo playlist and heard the switch the colors song. This instantly captivates his attention and he proceeds to watch every video Cory raps in. Eventually, he gets his friends hooked and constantly has one of videos on whenever you come over. He threw a party when Cory hit 10 million and then threw another when he announced he wasn't retiring. He's hooked now and there's nothing you can do about it.

Katsuki Bakugo midly dislikes him for no reason. When asked why, he'll just say, "He's just another extra who's trying too hard." But once you show him Cory's FNAF: Security Breach play through, he begins to like him, secretly. He finds it amusing when he rages or hates on characters like Monty, knowing he would do the same. He ends up finding Berleezy through him and likes him more. He'll still watch Cory with you but tries to convince you to be apart of the Eezygang.

Shoto Todoroki doesn't get the hype at first. Like why do you like this guy who screams, has random memes pop up, and flirts with the camera? It makes no sense. But once you show him Spooky Scary Sunday, he's binge watching everyday. Faithfully wears the SSS hoodie every Sunday, no matter if Cory posts or not. He becomes highly invested in the storyline and will debrief with you his conclusions and findings. And you eat it up and nod each and every time.

➢ thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed and don't forget that Jesus loves you, to drink water, eat some food, and get some rest :))

➢ taglist: 🫧

@megurulvr @pnkweb @mypimpademia

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winxanity-ii · 7 months

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BITE ME

ship: omega!midoriya x fem!alpha!reader warnings: non-explicit (idk y'all i made it kinda angsty 😩) word count: 4.6k a/n: Y'all forgive me, I wanted to be mean to deku🫣 also, inspired by one of my fav bloggers @yanderenightmare AMAZING Alpha!Katsuki x Omega!Reader oneshot here. Plz check it out, y'all it's so well written i wanna snort it like coke 😩❤️❤️

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You've always known you were destined for greatness, coming from a long line of superhero alphas whose feats were the stuff of legend.

From the moment you could understand the world around you, your ears were filled with tales of valor and strength, stories of how your ancestors used their formidable quirks to save lives and maintain peace.

It was no surprise, then, that on your 5th birthday, amidst the excitement and anticipation, your own quirk manifested, revealing an ability to manipulate plants, control their growth at will, and harness their natural forces.

This power was not just an extension of your being; it was a testament to the lineage you hailed from, a legacy you were born to continue.

With each passing year, your pride swelled. It became not just a part of you but defined you.

By the time you presented as an alpha on your 15th birthday, you were fully entrenched in the belief system that had been passed down through generations.

The world, as you saw it, was divided among Alphas, Betas, and Omegas, with Alphas reigning supreme. To you, it was the natural order of things, a hierarchy that had always been and would always be.

High school became your kingdom, the sprawling hallways your dominion. You moved through the throngs of students like a predator, your Beta lackeys trailing behind, hanging onto your every word as if it were law.

They craved your approval, your attention, and you thrived on it—each detention, each act of rebellion, a badge of honor that solidified your place at the top.

Today was no different. You were walking down the crowded corridor, the noise of chattering students filling the air, when you spotted her: Uraraka Ochaco, the timid omega who somehow always managed to catch your eye in the most irritating way. She was clutching her books to her chest like a lifeline, her head down as she tried to navigate the packed hallway, avoiding everyone's gaze.

A wicked smirk twisted your lips.

She looked like a deer caught in headlights, so utterly out of place among the alphas and betas that dominated the school. It was almost too easy. You cut through the crowd with a predatory grace, your lackeys snickering behind you as you made a beeline for her.

"Hey, Ochaco," you hissed, her name rolling off your tongue with a predatory sneer. The way her head snapped up, eyes wide and frightened, was almost laughable.

As you backed her into a corner, the crowd seeming to instinctively part around you as if sensing the brewing confrontation.

She tried to shrink away, her shoulders hunched as her back pressed against the wall, eyes darting around for an escape. "H-Hi, L/N-san," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper, like she was afraid even to speak.

"Oh, come on, you don't need to be so formal with me, Ochaco," you drawled mockingly, your voice dripping with false sweetness. You leaned in closer, your hand darting out to knock the books from her grip. They hit the ground with a dull thud, scattering papers everywhere. "We're just friends, right?"

The hallway was slowly emptying out as students hurried to lunch, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire. Your smirk widened as you took in her panicked expression.

It was just the two of you now, your lackeys standing a little way off, watching with cruel interest. And the sight of her, so vulnerable and afraid, only spurred you on.

"Oops, my bad~" you sung insincerely, leaning down to pick up one of her books only to toss it further down the hallway, your eyes never leaving her face. "You know, Ochaco, you're always so clumsy. It's almost like you don't belong here." The casual malice in your voice made her flinch, her hands trembling as she tried to gather her scattered belongings.

You stepped closer, invading her personal space, towering over her as you tapped her forehead lightly with your index finger. "You're an Omega, Ochaco. Do you know what that means?" you asked, your voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "It means you're nothing. Worthless. A waste of space among us Alphas."

Your lackeys laughed at your words, one of them chiming in, "And useless—don't forget how dumb they are without us! She couldn't even answer a simple question in class."

"Yeah, how embarrassing," you added with a cruel smile, your canines flashing in a display of undisputed dominance. The predatory glint in your eyes mirrored the sharpness of your words, each syllable aimed to wound. "Almost like your tiny Omega brain can't keep up with us, huh?"

She winced, her eyes welling up with unshed tears, but she bit her lip, trying to keep them from falling. You clicked your tongue in mock sympathy, reaching out to flick her cheek lightly, as if scolding a child. "There, there, there. No need to cry. It's just reality. You're here for nothing but our will and pleasure, and that's okay."

The sharp intake of her breath was satisfying, and you couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. "Always stumbling over your own feet, aren't you, Ochaco? It's like watching a toddler try to walk." You reached out again, this time brushing a stray tear from her cheek with the back of your hand. "Remember last time? When you actually tried to stand up for yourself? That was cute. Hilarious, but cute."

"Y-You're so mean to m-me, Y-Y/N-chan," she hiccuped, her voice quivering like a delicate leaf in the wind, pressing herself further into the wall as if it could shield her from your words. You could see the tears brimming in her wide brown eyes now, her lower lip trembling as she struggled to hold back the sobs threatening to escape.

The sight only made you feel more powerful, more in control. "Ah, will you ever get it? You're pathetic," you sneered, your voice low and harsh. "All you're good for is—"

"Hey!"

The sudden, sharp voice cut through the air like a whip, and you turned your head, irritation flashing in your eyes. Aizawa Shota stood there, arms crossed over his chest, his usually tired eyes narrowed in disapproval.

Your lackeys, ever the cowards, took a step back, their earlier bravado evaporating under the teacher's stern gaze. They exchanged nervous glances before slinking away, leaving you standing alone. "Tch, pussies," you muttered under your breath, rolling your eyes as they scurried off.

With a heavy sigh, you recognized the end of your entertainment and pushed yourself away from the tearful omega. "Here we go," you muttered with a scowl, bracing yourself for the inevitable lecture, not bothering to hide your annoyance.

Aizawa was an omega, yet despite this, there was an undeniable aura of authority around him, a quiet strength that demanded attention and obedience.

As he walked over, his eyes shifted to Ochaco, his expression softening slightly as he took in her tear-streaked face. "Uraraka-chan, are you alright?" he asked, his voice gentle in contrast to the harshness he had directed at you.

She nodded shakily, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand, still trembling. "Y-Yes, Aizawa-sensei."

"Good. Get to lunch." He waited until she had gathered her things and fled down the hall before turning his attention back to you.

"And you," he said, his voice hard again, eyes boring into yours with a quiet fury that had your pride roaring in your chest. "Detention," he stated firmly, leaving no room for argument.

Letting out a string of curses under your breath, you storm out of the detention room, the heavy wooden door slamming shut behind you with a thud.

The school corridors were mostly deserted now, bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun that filtered through the tall windows.

The detention shtick from Aizawa for bullying didn't faze you in the slightest.

What pissed you off was the inconvenience of missing your scheduled car pick-up, which meant now having to explain to your mother why you were late.

As you texted your driver that you were coming right out, you couldn't help but wonder how Aizawa had managed to catch you in the act.

It was usually an alpha or beta teacher patrolling the halls, and they always let you off with a mere slap on the wrist, dismissing your behavior as "growing hormones" or some other bullshit. But this time was different.

This time, Aizawa had seen through you, giving you a proper chewing out.

He'd gone on a long lecture about how unfair it was to use your secondary gender against Ochaco, spouting things like "respect" and "fair treatment" like you gave a damn about his bleeding-heart ideals.

You couldn't help but wonder if someone had tipped him off.

You rounded a corner, still simmering with anger, when a familiar, timid voice caught your attention. "T-Thank you for alerting the staff, once again."

You paused, curiosity piqued, as a deeper, unfamiliar voice replied, "It was no issue, but you need to understand I'm not going to always be around. You have to start standing up for yourself."

Peeking around the corner, you spotted Ochaco standing with a stranger. From your vantage point, you could only see his back and the unmistakable mess of fluffy green hair.

Ochaco stuttered out another thank you, giving him a short bow before hurrying away, her footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway.

Hidden from view, your gaze narrowed as the figure turned back to his locker to pack up for the day. The sight of his side profile—soft jawline, focused expression, and completely unaware of your presence—only fueled your anger further.

How dare he interfere and get you in trouble? Who did he think he was?

Seething in silence as you watched him leave, you made a silent vow to remember his face—to exact revenge when the opportunity presented itself.

No one challenged your authority without facing the consequences.

The encounter with the nameless savior did more than just bruise your ego; it sparked a fiery obsession within you. His unassuming demeanor and fluffy green hair, coupled with his audacity to challenge your dominance, marked him as your next target.

In the weeks that followed your initial encounter, every moment not spent in class or detention was dedicated to gathering information on him.

You observed him from a distance, noting his routines, his interactions, and the way he seemed to drift through the school, almost invisible to everyone but you.

It was during lunch one day, as you sat in the crowded cafeteria with your lackeys, that you spotted him again. He was at the other end of the room, sitting alone, his lunch tray untouched in front of him as he pored over a notebook, completely engrossed in whatever he was writing.

The sight of him, isolated yet content in his solitude, piqued your interest even further.

In a moment of passing curiosity, you leaned over to a Beta—Kaminari Denki—sitting next to you, one of the many who sought to curry favor with you. You asked nonchalantly, "Who's that?" nodding subtly in the direction of the green-haired Omega, not wanting to draw too much attention.

Denki's eyes lit up at the opportunity to provide information, eager to gain your approval. He darted his eyes towards the mentioned male, then back to you, a frown forming on his lips just looking at him alone left a bad taste in his mouth. "That's Midoriya Izuku," he said, his voice laced with a hint of disdain. "He's an Omega, but thinks he's something special. Always going on about being a hero, as if he could ever stand a chance."

Interest piqued, you continued to watch Izuku, your curiosity deepening with the Beta's every word. "He's a target for bullies, especially Bakugo Katsuki. But it's his own fault, always trying to play the hero, sticking his nose where it doesn't belong," Denki added, his frown deepening.

The mention of Katsuki, an alpha known for his volatile temperament, intrigued you further. "Bakugo, huh?" you mused more to yourself than to the Beta beside you.

"Yeah, and Midoriya just takes it. Never fights back. Thinks he’s being noble or something," Denki scoffed, shaking his head in disapproval. "It's pathetic, really. He's delusional; he thinks he can actually challenge an Alpha and make a difference."

This newfound information provided by the Beta painted a complex picture of Izuku that was both intriguing and slightly infuriating. Here was an Omega who dared to dream beyond his societal station, exhibiting a resilience and determination that was, in its own way, admirable.

Yet, according to the Beta, his actions were seen as foolish, a futile attempt at heroism.

As you turned your attention back to your meal, your thoughts churned.

Your gaze lingered on Izuku for a few moments longer before you turned back to your meal, your thoughts racing. The more you mulled over the Beta's words, the more your initial intrigue twisted into disdain.

Knowing Izuku was an Omega, the very notion that he dared to challenge the societal hierarchy—and by extension, you—ignited a deeper sense of animosity within you.

How dare he dream beyond his station, and more audaciously, act in ways that subtly defied the unspoken rules that governed your world?

The very idea that Izuku, with his quiet demeanor and lofty aspirations, could consider standing up to the likes of you or even imagine himself as a hero was almost laughable. It was a direct affront to the natural order, to the superiority you had been taught from birth was your birthright as an Alpha.

As lunch continued, you found yourself stealing glances at Izuku, each look fueling your growing resentment. His mere presence, the way he carried himself with a quiet confidence, unaware of or perhaps indifferent to the social turmoil around him, grated on you.

In your world, Omegas were subservient, not silently rebellious or aspirational beyond the roles prescribed to them. Izuku's defiance, however passive, was a blemish on the natural hierarchy you upheld.

You resolved then, with a cold certainty, to put Izuku Midoriya in his place. It wasn't just about reasserting your dominance anymore; it was about reinforcing the very principles that you believed made the world turn.

If Izuku represented a challenge to those principles, then it was your duty, as an Alpha and as a defender of the status quo, to quash that challenge.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch and pulling you from your reverie. As you stood up, tossing your trash into the bin, your mind was already weaving plans.

Midoriya Izuku, you're gonna learn your place...one way or another.

Finally, you found the right time to confront him.

It was a regular day, the sun sinking below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and pink as clubs dispersed for the evening.

You had meticulously positioned yourself near Izuku's locker, blending in with the dwindling crowd, waiting like a predator lying in wait for its prey.

Your eyes never left the spot where you knew he would appear, each passing minute only heightening your anticipation.

The hallway began to empty, the once-bustling corridors now quieting to a low murmur as students made their way home.

That's when you saw him moving with an almost cautious gait, his steps quiet and measured. He didn't notice you at first, too absorbed in gathering his things.

Perfect.

You watched him for a moment longer, letting the tension build, savoring the sense of control that came from knowing he was oblivious to the storm about to descend upon him. As he turned to leave, you chose that moment to step out from around the corner, your presence like a shadow creeping into his awareness.

"Izuku, was it?" you called out, your voice slicing through the lingering chatter of departing students. You took slow, deliberate steps toward him, each one echoing ominously in the almost empty corridor.

The sound made several remaining students glance your way, but seeing who you were, they quickly averted their gazes and hurried along, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire.

Izuku froze mid-step, his body tensing as he recognized your voice. His head turned, eyes wide and wary as he took in your approaching form.

For a split second, he looked almost hopeful that you might walk past him, that this confrontation could be avoided. But when your predatory smile widened, that hope faded, replaced by a resigned resolve that only served to fuel your desire to break him down.

Immediately, you sought to intimidate him, a tactic you knew all too well.

You wasted no time, your hand shooting out to knock his belongings from his grasp. The books and papers scattered across the floor, some of them sliding under the lockers with a harsh scraping sound. Izuku barely had time to react before you were upon him, using your smaller frame to back him up against the cold metal of his locker, effectively cornering him.

Despite the fact he was taller than you, he hunched his shoulders, his gaze flicking to the floor as if he could somehow make himself smaller, less noticeable, less of a target. But there was something in his eyes, a flicker of something that wasn't quite fear—was it defiance? Courage? Or merely resignation to yet another confrontation?

Your eyes narrowed as you studied him, your lips curling into a sneer. "It's come to my attention that a little Omega like you've been playing hero," you began, your tone dripping with mockery, each word laced with venom. You let the word "hero" hang in the air, your voice inflecting it with such disdain that it twisted the concept into something ugly and laughable.

"Standing up for those who can't stand up for themselves?" you continued, stepping closer, invading his space until there was barely a breath between you. "Is that it, Midoriya? Is that what you think you are? A hero?" You drawled the word out slowly, your lips pulling back in a cruel smile as you leaned in, eager to see his reaction to the bait you were laying out before him.

Izuku's jaw tightened, his eyes darting to the scattered papers on the floor, and then back to you. He straightened slightly, a flash of that defiance surfacing as he met your gaze head-on. "I'm just doing what's right..." he said quietly, his voice steady despite the slight tremor in his hands. "...helping those who need it."

You scoffed, your hand darting out to grip his chin, forcing him to look at you. "Helping?" you echoed, your voice a harsh whisper. "You really think you're some kind of hero, don't you? How dare you even think of being a hero and saving others when you can't even save yourself from a simple bully?"

You shoved his chin away roughly, satisfaction sparking in your chest as his head hit the locker with a soft thud. He winced but didn't back down, his green eyes glaring at you with a stubbornness that was both infuriating and oddly intriguing.

"Bakugo Katsuki, if I'm not mistaken, yeah?" you sneered, crossing your arms over your chest as you tilted your head to the side, your eyes gleaming with malice. "Isn't he the one who's always putting you in your place? Always reminding you of what you really are?"

Mentioning Katsuki was a low blow, an attempt to remind Izuku of his vulnerabilities and failures. You watched him closely, searching for any sign that your words had found their mark—a flicker of hurt, a moment of hesitation, something that would show he was affected.

His reaction was immediate. His usually slouched frame straightened, and he turned to face you fully, his expression unreadable, a blank mask that gave nothing away.

"Everyone deserves someone to stand up for them, no matter their status," Izuku replied, his voice steady and firm, a stark contrast to the mocking tone you had used.

Bingo.

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound sharp and echoing off the walls of the nearly empty hallway. "And what about you, Midoriya?" you taunted, taking a step closer, deliberately invading his personal space, your eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. "Who's gonna stand up for you?" You let the words hang in the air for a moment, watching as his gaze narrowed slightly, his fists clenching at his sides.

"Seems to me like you could use someone to protect you from, well... people like me," you sneered, your voice dripping with false sympathy. You leaned in, your breath brushing against his cheek as you whispered, "So tell me, how does it feel knowing no one's coming to save you?"

There was a slight narrowing of Izuku's eyes. However, his stance remained unchanged, unwavering in the face of your provocation. "I don't need saving. Not from you or anyone else," his voice carried a quiet confidence that seemed to fill the space between you, a confidence that made your stomach twist with irritation.

The boldness of his statement was grating, coming from someone you perceived to be just another Omega, someone who, by all accounts, should have been easy to dominate and intimidate.

Yet here he was, standing his ground, challenging the very foundations of the hierarchy you had been taught to uphold.

The audacity of his response fueled your anger further. With a swift movement, you shoved him into the locker, the metal clanging loudly as you gripped the front of his uniform, your face inches from his. "Careful, Omega," you growled, your voice a low, dangerous rumble, your nose flaring with barely restrained rage. "You might wanna watch your tone. Because from where I'm standing, you look like you need saving."

You expected him to cower under your grip, to look away, to show the fear you craved to see in his eyes. But instead, he did something that made your breath catch in your throat.

In a flash, the roles reversed.

Izuku's quick movement caught you off guard, and before you knew it, you were the one pressed against the lockers, his forearm pinning you there with surprising strength. The sudden shift left you momentarily stunned as you tried to comprehend what had just happened.

"I'm tired of people like you," he began, his voice calm, but there was a sharpness to it that cut through you like a blade, "thinking they're so much better than everyone else because of their second gender. Power isn't determined by your status. It's how you choose to wield it." There was a fire in his eyes, a smoldering intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

"You think you can intimidate and bully others just because you're an Alpha?" he continued, his voice rising slightly, a passionate edge creeping into his tone. "That's not strength. That's weakness."

Your inner Alpha bristled at the accusation, a growl building in your throat as you prepared to push him off, to reclaim your position, to put him back in his place. But then, Izuku did something completely unexpected, something that no amount of physical strength could have prepared you for.

He leaned in closer, his body pressing against yours, his presence overwhelming in a way that was almost confrontational, yet, it wasn't his proximity that disarmed you—it was the sudden wave of his Omega pheromones that enveloped you.

The scent hit you like a tidal wave, immediate and overwhelming, strikingly fresh and minty with an undeniably "green" essence to it. It was like standing in the heart of a rainforest just after a heavy downpour, surrounded by the lush, vibrant life of countless plants and trees, their leaves heavy with dew.

The smell of early morning grass, wet and alive, filled your nostrils, inexplicably drawing you in, making your mouth water and your gums tingle with a tender sensation as your canines instinctively elongated, reacting to the potent biological cues Izuku's pheromones were sending.

As the scent enveloped you, a warmth unfurled in your lower stomach—a sensation both foreign and intoxicating. It was as if Izuku's pheromones were reaching out, threading through your psyche for the dormant feral instincts.

Your legs wobbled slightly, a haze settling over your mind as the primal part of you responded to the Omega standing before you, challenging the very notion of Alpha superiority with nothing but his natural Omega essence.

His smirk, slight and knowing, seemed to say he was fully aware of the effect he was having on you, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something darker. "You know…" he began, his voice now carrying a weight that demanded attention, "I've been watching you for some time. Your arrogance, your belief in your own superiority… it's quite extreme. Maybe even stronger than Kacchan's."

He took a step closer, his presence enveloping you in a way that felt both intrusive and enlightening. "I've never understood why Alphas like you are so haughty, acting as if they're the epitome of strength and power." His words were calm, almost contemplative, as if he were merely stating a fact, his fingers lightly tracing the line of your jaw, the touch sending a shiver down your spine.

You found yourself unable to move, not just because of the physical barrier he had placed between you and freedom moments ago, but because of the invisible hold his presence now commanded.

Your instincts screamed at you to fight back, to reclaim control, but your body refused to obey, your mind clouded by the overwhelming scent that seemed to seep into every fiber of your being.

Izuku leaned in slightly, his voice a whisper yet loud enough to echo in the now silent hallway, carrying a mix of amusement and a hint of something more profound. "The truth is… Alphas like you bend to the will of Omegas like… me."

Before you could process his words fully, Izuku reached out, his fingers deftly catching a curl of your hair, twirling it gently between his fingers. The proximity allowed him to lean in close, his nose just inches from the side of your neck, where your scent gland pulsed with a mix of emotions.

"You're no longer in control here," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Izuku's eyes bore into yours, his gaze unwavering, a quiet determination burning in their depths. "Not anymore."

The intimacy of the gesture, the way he invaded your personal space, left you frozen, caught off guard by the intensity of the moment. His eyes, sharp and clear, met yours as he pulled back, leaving behind a confusing mix of emotions and an unexpected desire to hear more of what he had to say.

"Since you want control so badly," Izuku said, his voice lowering, a clear challenge in his tone, "then I'll show you how it feels to lose it." His eyes flashed with a distinctive Omega yellow, a bold sign of his defiance.

Instinctively, your eyes flashed red in response, a primal reaction to the challenge in front of you.

But despite your anger and the instinctual urge to assert your dominance, Izuku's pheromones had done their work. They wrapped around you, clouding your senses, leaving you momentarily incapacitated, unable to act on your aggression.

Izuku leaned closer, his eyes half-lidded, a wicked smirk spreading across his lips. "What's wrong? Not feeling so tough now, huh?" he teased, his voice a mocking whisper as he ran his nose along the sensitive spot of your scent glands causing you to hold back a shiver.

His mocking tone cut through the haze of pheromones, the humiliation of being outmaneuvered by an Omega sharp and bitter. The proximity, his scent mingling with yours, the heat of his breath against your skin—it all served to disorient and dominate, making it clear who held the power in this moment.

The irony wasn't lost on you.

Here you were, the Alpha, supposed to be in control, and yet Izuku, the so-called weak Omega, had turned the tables, leaving you completely at his mercy.

His actions were unlike anything you had ever experienced, challenging everything you thought you knew about Alphas and Omegas. Izuku was rewriting the rules, showing you that true power didn't come from brute strength or titles, but from the ability to turn the situation in your favor, no matter what.

He pulled back slightly, his lips curved into a satisfied smirk, his eyes gleaming with amusement at the effect he'd had on you. "I kind of like you like this—quiet, easy to handle," he murmured, his gaze sweeping over you, taking in your disheveled appearance, your shallow breaths.

You hadn't expected Izuku's pheromones to hit you so hard. It was as if your body was caught between two instincts: the need to dominate, to regain control, and a strange willingness to submit, to follow his lead.

The battle raging inside you was almost painful.

Izuku hummed softly to himself, muttering as if deliberating his next move. After a few moments, his eyes snapped back to you, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Hm, since you were so worried about my safety against Kacchan, how about you be a good Alpha and protect me, yeah?" he asked sarcastically, tilting his head.

Before you could react, Izuku forced your mouth open and tilted your head back, exposing your elongated canines. It took you a moment to realize what he was doing, but by then it was too late. He yanked you closer, pressing his neck to your mouth, forcing you to mark him.

The sensation was electric, overwhelming every sense you had. Your body moved on its own, instinct taking over as your canines sank into his skin. As your teeth pierced his skin, a bond formed between you two, something ancient and undeniable. It was a connection that went beyond the physical, reaching down to the very core of your being.

The moment was brief, yet it felt like it stretched on forever, marking him in the most primal way an Alpha could claim an Omega.

The rush of sensations was like nothing you'd ever felt before. Heat surged through your veins, filling you with a warmth that was both comforting and electrifying. It was as if every part of you was alive, buzzing with an energy that pulled you closer to him, connecting you in a way that was beyond words.

Your protective instincts, which had lain dormant, now surged to the forefront of your mind, chanting a relentless mantra of 'mine, mine, mine, mine.'

It was as terrifying as it was exhilarating.

Your arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer, as if you could somehow merge with him completely. You bit down harder, not out of anger, but to solidify this bond, to make it known to both of you that this connection was unbreakable.

It was a declaration, a promise that he was yours, and you were his, in a way that neither of you could deny...

As soon as the act was done, Izuku stepped back, a hand gently touching the spot you marked, his eyes gleaming with that Omega yellow. "See, not so good being on the other end, is it?" His voice was laced with a victorious tone, yet there was an undercurrent of something else—something that didn't match the triumphant look in his eyes.

You stood there, shocked, your own eyes still flashing red, a mix of anger and confusion swirling within you.

The implications of what just happened began to dawn on you slowly, the reality that you just marked an Omega—a clear sign of claiming him as yours.

What were you going to do now? The school's dynamics would shift undoubtedly once word got out. Typically, the marking of an Omega by an Alpha was a significant event, often announced and accompanied by a period of courtship, a public declaration of mutual respect and intention.

But this? This was entirely different.

An Alpha marking an Omega out of the blue, especially under such unconventional and unexpected circumstances, was unheard of.

And not just any Omega, but Midoriya Izuku, the one Omega who had stood up to you, challenged you in a way no one else dared.

Your interactions with Izuku had been minimal at best, characterized more by conflict than any form of camaraderie or courtship. The school would be buzzing with rumors and speculation, none of which would likely be favorable or understanding of the situation's complexity.

Izuku adjusted his uniform, the wicked smile never leaving his face. "Well, I guess this changes things, doesn't it? I'm curious to see how you'll handle this." With that, he picked up his things, leaving you alone in the corridor, your mind racing with thoughts.

You were so used to being in control, to having others bend to your will. Yet here you were, outmaneuvered by an Omega who not only challenged you but also forced you into a situation that you never imagined possible.

As you watched Izuku walk away, a part of you knew this was only the beginning. You had to figure out what this meant for you, for him, and for whatever strange, twisted relationship you now found yourselves in.

The school, your friends, your family—they would all have opinions on this, but for now, all you could do was stand there, trying to process the whirlwind of events that just unfolded.

This was not how you expected your day to end, marked by an Omega, your pride wounded, yet a part of you couldn't help but feel intrigued by what Izuku said.

What did this mean for you? And more importantly, how were you going to face him tomorrow?

A/N: omg y'all, i got it bad for izuku, but let me know if you'd like a part 2 👀

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The trio as your boyfriends 💗

characters: izuku midoriya, shōto Todoroki, katsuki bakugō.

genré: fluff

a/n: I'm japanese so idfk anything bout English so Grammer mistakes maybe..

izuku midoriya - ×

• shy asf

• he loves you and cares sm for you

• he introduces you to his momma

• his mom loves you sm <33

• always wants to be with you

• you were probably friends to lovers

• he always takes you on dates

• gets super flustered with chu

• overall super attentive and amaze bf

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shoto todoroki - ×

• clueless in a relationship

• he was super sheltered so he's defo never had any previous relationships

• kinda takes awhile to warm up to you

• but once he does he's so sweet to u

• like always asking “ how was you're day dear? ” 🥺

• introduces you to his sister (fuyumi)

• she loves you sm

• won't give a flying fuck if his dad doesn't want u guys to be in a relationship

• will probably keep your guys relationship secret

• overall, he's a super good bf

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katsuki bakugō ×

• absolute tsundere

• doesn't accept his feelings for you

• but asks you on a date nonetheless

• will take him awhile to introduce you to his parents

• but his mom loves you and is amazed how you can keep with his attitude

• he acts like he knows what he's doing but is ✨clueless✨

• will get flustered asf in the first few months of your guys relationship

• overall, we stan tsundere katsuki

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✨💗💌🍄🌷🌼🍡🍥 ×

#shoto x reader #fanfic #bnha #bnha comic #bakugou katsuki #fandom #bokugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #midoriya izuku #deku #izuku x y/n #shoto headcanons #shoto torodoki #fluff #cute #bakudeku #reader insert #self interest #idk what im doing

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dekustowel · 9 months

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[chapter 16: the one where he’s ends things with her]

summary: in which, izuku midoriya, class 2A’s resident sweetheart, agrees to help you catch the eye of your crush, the infamously stoic, shoto todoroki. it should be easy enough, right? izuku is todoroki’s best friend and feelings aren’t that hard to catch. that might just be the problem

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FUN FACT: the night that camie and midoriya decided to go out in the middle of the night. they both confessed to only wanting to hang out in order to get their minds off the people they really liked it. all the “viewers” camie always spoke about posting for were really just her ex-boyfriend, who she wanted to make jealous.

FUN FACT #2: it’s been a year and i profusely apologize.

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[taglist contd.] @adoringizu @charmingizu @killerqueen84 @imjustasimpxd @mehhhhhd @l0svers @charliepoopyfart @cocoa-bitter @itgetzweird08 @todomaniac @drugs-for-memes @3mcmarvelisruthless @mrsgrantspector @pastel-prynce @leathernourishingshoepolish @bruh-tato-chip @izukuisbaby @motzgurke @randombabywitch @xiaos-wife @deanstolemydragon @naladarkclouds @madebytinypals @beingbrokenfitsus @simplysaiyan @yes-imma-simppppppp @deitysnips @deeplightgarden @thesheepwithclaws

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imagination-mess · 2 months

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Ghost!Izuku Part Two

Previously: Ghost Izuku Part One Ghost! Izuku had to be homeschooled until the middle of elementary school. He would vanish on the spot whenever he was embarrassed or nervous. It took a while for him to get the hang of it. Thankfully, Inko found a school that takes in supernatural children, knowing the beginning years are much harder to get used to. This went on until high school, when all children are required to blend into society, should be able to.

Ghost! Izuku purposely waits for the month of October to get old, sweet payback and is very calculative about it. He has driven people to be paranoid and him. He will be gaslighting people. What do you mean you heard noises? I didn't hear anything. WHEN IT'S HIM.

Ghost! Izuku can get straight up terrifying when he gets mad. The whole building would feel haunted with the amount of flickering and things flying, along with the doors slamming shut. A poltergeist is now acting up in the building. The aura of the building will be way off. It's less intense when he is moody.

Ghost! Izuku doesn't really notice it when he does it, but was told by his friends that he is so lucky that their partner didn't see the way his eyes were glowing. He gets territorial over you when it comes to other half-ghosts like him being around you, especially in public at parties. He just stares them down, like daring for them to come closer. The human soul can be used as batteries for the typical ghost, especially those who want to be stronger and cut corners. You can take as many human souls as you want, but it will backfire eventually.

Ghost! Izuku will move throughout the house with ease, especially if you are sick. He will magically spawn whenever you call to him. You are too sick to even realize that he appeared from thin air. If you did see him, you will gaslight yourself. There was no way your boyfriend would just spawn like a ghost.

Ghost! Izuku is the most human among his group of friends, aside from his witch friend, Uraraka. The others have questionable traits that, no matter how they look, some noticeable instincts slip through the cracks. It's a blessing he doesn't have to worry about the fangs plus claws appearing or wanting to drink his partner's blood because they went over their limit when their typical blood feeding time was hours ago.

The worst Ghost! Izuku can do is become completely transparent and disappear completely in front of you, aside from the poltergeist typical behavior. The poltergeist activity can be blamed on faulty electricity.

Dating Ghost! Izuku will make you question things such as the lights flickering only whenever he is around to the occasional drop of temperature whenever you are purposely ignoring him.

Ghost! Izuku is already a little weird to begin with. He doesn't tell you that he is half-ghost until he is forced to. Some of his friends can't talk shit either; they are insane as him dating normies.

Please feel free to ask me anything to request anything within this universe. I am willing to do other characters. I am sucker to supernatural au.

Next: Werewolf! Katsuki Bakugou

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duxearlier · 2 years

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MIXED FEELINGS

Neito Monoma x Reader

Synopsis: y/n l/n an ordinary college student who is trying their best to just graduate. Though even if they were quite known around the campus there are still some people who disliked them. One being no other than Neito Monoma. So what happens when they get paired up on a project and he changes y/n's life completely?

warning: swearing, bullying, abuse, drinking, suggestive themes, teasing.

genre: collage au, social media au, no quirks, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff

taglist: open

CHAPTER TWO || WHY?

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taglist: @legolashaught @touyatodorokislut @otomegame-oneshots

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xx-sleepybunny-xx · 1 year

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A Lame Confession

Shoto Todoroki x Reader

This is kinda bad. When I first thought of it, it was a lot better but it turned out not as good as I hoped. Hope you guys like it anyway!

Y/n = Your Name

F/s = Favorite Scent

You flopped over onto Todoroki’s lap. He glanced down at you, you were still staring emptily into the distance.

“Are you alright?”

“Hmm” you hummed eyes becoming more focused, but you still looked distracted.

“Why do you ask?”

You murmured eyes shifting over to look at him.

“No reason.”

Your eyebrows drew together slightly and confusion flickered in your eyes.

Your eyes widened momentarily and you sat up quickly. “ s-sorry” you whispered.

“That’s ok I don’t mind.” Todoroki stated in his usual monotone, although it looked like he smiled just a little bit.

Your face flushed and you quickly looked away.

“If you’re tired, you can rest your head on my shoulder.”

Your gaze slid to him, “Are you sure? You don’t mind?”

Shoto shook his head lightly, “Not at all, go ahead.”

You shifted a bit closer to him, until your knees were touching his, and then slowly lowered your head to rest on his shoulder.

“Thank you.” You whispered quietly, feeling only a little embarrassed and self conscious.

“You’re welcome.”

You could hear the smile in his voice when he said that.

The two of you sat in silence for a few quiet moments, Shoto enjoying his book, and you enjoying the calm, restful, silence, and the warmth of Shoto’s shoulder against your cheek. Although, of course, the quiet moment didn’t last long.

“HEY ICEY HOT!!!!!”

“Kachan please quiet down!”

“SHUT IT DEKU!!!”

“Kachan, seriously, quite down!”

You lifted your head from Shoto’s shoulder and glanced towards the end of the hall, which was without a doubt, where Bakugo and Izuku were currently fighting. You shifted away from Todoroki, in case he didn’t want the other two to see you sitting so close together.

Shoto glanced at you, brow furrowed, “Something wrong?”

You shook your head, hair swaying slightly and partially falling into your eyes.

“I just didn’t think you’d want them to see us sitting like that, because… uh… well.. in case… Y’know.. they, maybe, get.. the wrong idea…”

You trailed off, realizing how awkward you sounded. Todoroki blinked, and you could see from the look on his face, that he was trying to process what you had just said.

He looked into your eyes and paused, you blinked, “What is i-“

Shoto reached out a hand and brushed some flyaway strands of hair out of your eyes.

You flushed bright red and dipped your head down, staring at your hands in your lap.

“Hey,”

You slid your gaze up to meet his.

“I told you before that I didn’t mind. Why do you think that would change?”

You shrugged lamely, “I guess I thought that you only did it because there was no one around to see.”

A flicker of determination, or something like that, flashed through Todoroki’s eyes and you let out a small yelp as he pulled you backwards into his chest, both arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

You squirmed slightly in his grip, the flush on your face had spread to your neck and ears, and your breathing was uneven. “T-Todoroki, c-come on! What are you d-doing!”

“I don’t care if there’s anyone else around to see or not! I enjoy spending time with you, I enjoy your company, and the way you smile and your cheeks get red when you’re flustered, I love how your eyes sparkle when you notice something you like, I love how you always smell like (F/s) and I love you.”

For a moment, one short moment, you were absolutely silent, frozen in shock. What?! He- wha- he said- Todoroki- but- what- how- he just- why- and then finally your malfunctioning brain was able to put together a coherent sentence Shoto…… loves me?

You repeated the sentence again in your head, Shoto loves me. The thought finally sunk in and you snapped your head towards Shoto, eyes wide, mouth agape, and, although you didn’t know it, a light dusting of pink on your cheeks.

“You- I- but why- You like me?”

You managed to stutter out a half way coherent sentence.

Shoto smiled softly, “I don’t like you snowflake,” he leaned forward and kissed the tip of your nose, “I love you.”

He gave you a quick peck on the lips. You sat absolutely still, for what could’ve been seconds or minutes or even hours, but eventually you murmured

“I… I love you too Todoroki.”

“THAT WAS THE LAMEST CONFESSION I’VE EVER HEARD! YOU TWO DIDN’T EVEN MAKE OUT OR ANYTHING!”

“KACHAN!!!!”

“WHAT?!”

“You Can’t Just Say Stuff Like That!”

“WHY THE HELL NOT!”

“Because it’s rude!”

“Tsk, whatever.”

You turned to face Izuku and Bakugo, your face as red as Shoto’s hair.

You tried to slip out of Shoto’s grasp but he wouldn’t let you. You turned away, embarrassed that you were sitting on Shoto’s lap in front of your two best friends, who had also just heard your confession.

Shoto kissed the back of neck and your blush grew until your ears were as red as your face.

Izuku was the first person to break the silence,v“Congratulations you two! I always knew you could do it Y/n!”

Your blush faded a bit, but when you saw the way Izuku was looking at you, it quickly redoubled.“Thanks Izu.”

You were definitely going to be having a long conversation with your friends later, which would be very fun for them and very embarrassing for you.

Shoto pressed a kiss to your temple,v“I’m glad I told you.”

“Me too.”

“SERIOUSLY! Are you two gonna make out or not?!”

“KACHAN!!!”

#todoroki shoto #shoto todoroki #x reader #shoto x reader #shoto x you #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo mha #kacchan #deku #deku x kacchan #bakugou x izuku #mha #mha todoroki #mha self insert #mha shoto #mha izuku #mha oneshot #todoroki shoto x reader

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kajinovaa · 1 year

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working on something for a fren, we poly dating the wonder duo cuz we're so mentally ill for them anyways~

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #gemg dynamight #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #deku #bkdk #dkbk #canon x self insert #cringesonas kek #wip

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winxanity-ii · 7 months

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MIDORIYA "DEKU" IZUKU

╰❝𝓘'𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓫𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓹𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓪𝓰 𝓓𝓮𝓴𝓾 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻… 𝓘'𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓮𝓴𝓾 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽!❞

🇰‌🇪‌🇾‌: 🔞 = smut | 🔥 = heated/spicy | ✿ = fluff | 🕷 = angst | ✰ = personal fav

FICS

ONE-SHOTS

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄 | Omega!Midoriya x Fem!Alpha!Reader / ABO!My Hero Academia!AU

HEADCANONS

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oopsallfanfic · 1 year

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Chapter 2: Katsuki the Pest

A ghost from his past is the only way Bakugo Katsuki could think of you. He wasn’t sure if you were real until the crepe cart attendant acknowledge your presence by calling you forward. The distinct memories of mutual beatings you both took from each other surfaced in his mind. Years ago he would poke fun at you to get a rise, he wanted to fight you. Your father was a Pro-Hero so obviously his kid would be able to pack a punch right? Bakugo would regret the outcome of his ‘logical’ thinking when he got his ass handed to him at the ripe age of 8.

Katsuki finished his last lap around the park and began his trek back home, you were long gone by this time. As he passed his neighbors home he couldn’t help but notice that the home on the other side of his own had the plastic film lifted from the plaque on the wall that separated the front yard. The tape that sat on the windows for the last year had been stripped off, and there was a moving van in the back. He wasn’t one to be nosy, but he was curious if the new neighbors and your reappearance were linked. There was only one person who would know everything about anyone in the neighborhood regardless of how long they’ve lived around there. Bakugo Mitsuki. Katsuki walked into his home and called out for her.

“You know you can use your inside voice every once in a while right?” Mitski called out at him, her voice so loud and clear one would think she was in front of you.

“Whatever,” Katsuki grumbled. After kicking off his shoes and putting on his slippers, he followed the sound of kitchen utensils clattering. She and Bakugo Masaru were in the kitchen preparing dinner. “Hey do you know anything about the neighbors?”

“That’s so rude, you leave that poor family alone. They’ve been through so much this year,” Mitsuki caught herself before she could say too much about her neighbors personal lives that even she shouldn’t know. “I mean, I definitely wouldn’t know anything about their marriage problems. How would I know?”

“NO NOT THEM HAG!” Katsuki snapped at her.

“WELL HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW? YOU JUST SAID NEIGHBORS,” Mitsku turned on her heels and whacked a spoon against his head. A brown gravy splattered on his hair and fell to his face. His teeth grinded against each other as he resisted the urge to snatch the spoon out of his mothers hand. Katsuki knew if he did that he get worse than a smack on the head.

“I meant the new one, the house that’s been under construction for a while.” Katsuki finally spit out. He grabbed a towel from the kitchen drawer and began wiping himself off.

“That’s gross,” Masaru said as he watched his son wipe up the sweat and sauce off of himself. “Go take a shower before dinner’s ready.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes and kept wiping himself in spite of his father’s request.

“Oh!” Mitsuki finally said cheerfully, “Those neighbors! Those are the Hamamoto’s we used to have dinner parties with them, remember that dear?”

“They’re wonderful cooks,” Masaru recalled fondly, “I remember their daughter made us cupcakes for desert one time.”

“I remember that time, Katsuki was grounded that week so he couldn’t go,” Mitsuki tapped her chin as she recalled the memory. “I think you were grounded most of the time we had those get togethers so you never got to go.”

“I did that on purpose,” Katsuki mumbled to himself but his mother could hear anyone from a mile away.

“What was that young man?” Her attitude switched at the comment.

“I’m going to go shower,” Katsuki spoke louder as he turned to exit the kitchen. He made his way to the bathroom and began to draw his bath.

“The Hamamoto’s daughter would be the same age as Katsuki right?” Masaru asked Mitsuki as she stirred in the meat for curry.

“That’s the little girl we’d get calls about,” Mitsuki recalled, “Remember the two of them got caught fighting each other outside in the school yard, then once out by the bridge, the ones the boys would jump from to the creek.”

“Oh, right,” Masaru said, he tried to suppress the smile that danced across his lips but his wife noticed. She smiled and nudged him with her elbow.

“What are you thinking about over there?” Mitsuki asked.

“I was thinking about how sometimes when you’re younger you pick on and bully the person you have a crush on.” Masaru said, “You think she was Katsuki’s first crush?”

“I hardly think that getting in fights wih the poor girl qualifies as evidence of a crush,” Mitsuki said, shaking her head.

“Maybe it was the other way around then,” Masaru said, leaning back against the counter and crossing his arms. “She was pestering him too so maybe her first crush was Katsuki.”

“That little monster?” Mitski scoffed, “Sure, whatever you say dear.”

You started unpacking the items for your desk onto your unmade bed, sorting through the endless random sticky notes your friends made that you kept and pens that got loose on the ride over. You had barely started making headway on your belongings when there came a knock at your door.

“Come in!” You called out as you started putting pens and pencils into the plastic drawer they once belonged in. You looked up as the door opened, your mother poking her head through.

“Hi sweetie,” Chinami combed over the room with her eyes, as she spoke. You sat down at the edge of your bed as she came in further. “Just came in to check on you, we were thinking of getting take away tonight. Is there anything in particular you want?”

“I don’t really remember whats around here,” You rubbed the back of your neck, trying to think if there was anything you were craving.

“That’s alright, maybe just some Indian? You liked that Chicken Tikka Masala we got the week before last right?” She asked and began making her way backwards towards the door.

“Yes!” You said with an eager nod, “That sounds really good actually, thank you Mom!”

As she exited a ring came from your phone next to you, a bubble on the messages icon showed you had something new. You picked it up to find Chiyo has messaged you.

Chiyo: Hows it going?

Chiyo: See any cute boys yet? >:)

Chiyo: U finish unpacking?

Chiyo: Call me

You: For the love that is all good and holy in this world give me a second to respond

Chiyo: U take 2 long gma

You: I can’t respond as fast as you, that’s not fair man

Chiyo: Get gud scrub

You: NERD ALERT Who taught you get gud scrub??

Chiyo: Kazuki obviously

You: AND WHEN DID U GET SO FAMILIAR U USE HIS FIRST NAME

Chiyo: Today p.p

You: You didn’t call me immediately why?

Chiyo: 1st I texted u immediately 2nd don’t be hatin ;p

You: I’m really not, I’m so happy for you!!! xoxo :D

Chiyo: We haven’t officially become bf gf or anything yet but he told me I should call him Kazuki X3 I almost died on the spot!!! >.<

You: You had me thinking you finally asked him out XD

Chiyo: I did didnt I

Chiyo: My bad my bad

You: But soon though, right?

Chiyo: Yes! Soon!

You flopped down on your bed, you were extremely happy that Chiyo was happy but you couldn’t help the pang in your heart. The ping of another message brought you out of your self loathing.

Chiyo: So. Back to my question. Boys??

You: I’ve been here all of like 2 minutes dude

You: But I saw this blonde jogging out by the park earlier, probably our age. Everyone else around here has young kids or are so old that their kids are gone.

Chiyo: A BLONDE???

Chiyo: I thought u had a thing for gingers???

You: I don’t have a THING

Chiyo: Yea u do every boy u had a crush on the last few years were ginger

You: Not every boy, don’t be dramatic.

You: Also who said I have a crush?? I just saw a guy at the park, I didn’t even see his face.

Chiyo: *rolls eyes* whatever but I know I’m right

You: Did you just *rolls eyes* me like we did roleplaying when we were in middle school?

Chiyo: I was going to suggest you ignore it lest your mouth got a fist straight through your teeth.

You: Full sentence mean you’re serious, read you loud and clear ma’am. *salutes*

Chiyo: Stop no ;(

You: *pats you on head* I’m sorry for making you cry, let me be the umbrella to your stormy heart. <3

Chiyo: Cringe

You: I regretted it as I typed it out but thought you would like it. ;(

Chiyo: gtg dinner’s ready. Talk to u l8r. Ily.

You: ily <3 :3

You stuffed your phone in your pocket and sat back up, you had been texting Chiyo for so long you forgot you should’ve been unpacking all of your stuff instead. You brought out your stereo from it’s box and set it up on your desk. Unable to connect via bluetooth given the ancient tech in your pocket, you settled for a CD in place of your playlist. You popped on an old rock band’s CD and began to pick up and put up your desk items.

About halfway through unpacking, you were called down for dinner. Your mom waited at the dining table with your father, unpacking the food that had just arrived together. Chinami looked up as you entered and smiled cheerfully.

“Did you grab drinks yet?” You asked looking out at the spread before you. Take out boxes littering the table with their steamed plastic lids, you scanned looking for the spicy chili sauce your mom usually set out for you.

“Can you grab them for us, just some waters should be good,” Chinami said, “Oh, and the chili sauce is in the fridge if you can grab that.”

“On it,” You said as you marched into the kitchen. You balanced the glasses in your hands with the jar of homemade sauce, maintaining an even paced walk back to the dining room the whole time. Your dad reach out first to help with the glasses in your hands, you loosened your grip and let him aid you. When you all finally sat to eat, you said your thanks and began to dig in. You didn’t realize how hungry you were, the crepe you had was basically your lunch before that you didn’t have much more than a bowl of rice and soup for breakfast.

“How was your walk around the neighborhood?” Akira asked, your father looking up briefly from his meal to look over at you.

“It was nice, the park down the road is really nice. I noticed a running trail wrapped around it.” You said, taking a small scoop of chili sauce and mixing it into your food. “Maybe we can go on a run around there sometime?”

“Exactly what I was thinking when I saw it,” Akira said in a playfully accusational tone directed at Chinami.

“I just said that teenage girls are thinking about more than going on a jog with her father,” Chinami defended herself. “Right, Akina?”

“I-I don’t know what you mean by that,” You knew what she was insinuating though. That you, a teenage girl, were thinking about boys. “Dad and I had the same idea when we saw it.”

“You two are impossible,” Chinami rolled her eyes, “It took your father months to figure out I was dropping hints around him that I liked him. We went on 4 dates before he realized I was interested. You Hamamoto’s can really be dense sometimes.”

“You’re a Hamamoto dear,” Your father stated flatly while popping a piece of chicken into his mouth.

“All I’m saying,” Chinami held her hands up in defense, “Is that you two are stuck in your own little worlds sometimes.”

You awoke with a jolt, your sides ached as you moved. You felt as if someone jabbed you a million times on each side of you. You swung your legs over your bed and rubbed the phantom pains away, as you looked over to your alarm clock it began to chirp it’s song signaling it was 6:00am. You pressed the button to end the alarm and sat in silence for a moment.

You almost couldn’t sleep at all, tossing and turning anxiously awaiting the day. Aldera High would welcome you with it’s wide embrace this morning and the entrance ceremony would bring in kids from different parts of the ward together. You’d get to meet new people, and make new friends. Calm down, you said to your shaky hands as the anxiety washed over you. You began to get dressed and as you struggled with your seifuku’s handkerchief around your neck, your mother knocked softly on the door.

“I’m coming in,” She opened the doors slowly and peered in to see you nearly ready. “Just coming to make sure you were up and getting ready.”

“Thanks,” You mumbled as you fiddled with the frustrating piece. “Just can’t get this stupid thing on right.”

“Here,” Chinami walked over to you and took the corners of your handkerchief, folding it back under the collar and bringing it forward to your chest. She tied the knot quickly and patted your shoulder affectionately. “All done!”

“Thanks mom,” You said, the inflection in your voice made her head tilt. Normally you’d be able to get dressed just fine, you hadn’t needed your mother’s help with putting on your uniform since you were 10 years old. Chinami could sense you were not all there that morning.

“Everything okay?” She asked, knowing you might not answer honestly she leapt to one obvious conclusion. “Are you nervous about today?”

“Yeah, a bit,” You sat down on your bed and began fussing with your hair. Chinami took the hair tie from your hand and stood in front of you as she began to chain a small braid on on side of your head. “It’s just that it’s the last year and these kids have probably all known each other for a long time. I don’t know if I’ll mold in easily, ya know?”

“I get that,” She held a hand to your cheek and sat beside you, taking your hand into her own and holding it in her lap. “You know what my father said to me once?” You shook your head softly before she continued. “Your grandfather taught me ‘Confidence breeds attraction’, meaning people will be drawn to you if you exude confidence. I unknowingly fell in love with a Pro-Hero the moment I saw him eating my ramen because he had so much confidence radiating off of him.”

“Ew, Mom, please,” Your scrunched up and cheeks blushed as she mentioned the moment your parents met. It was sweet sure, but it’s always uncomfortable for you to talk about things like that with your parents.

“Oh, whatever,” Chinami rolled her eyes at you, “What I’m saying is if you are nervous about making friends and fitting in at your school, you should be more confident in yourself.”

“Yeah,” You sighed softly, “You’re right.”

“Glad to hear it, now,” Chinami stood and began to make her way out the door, “Breakfast is wrapping up here soon, then we both should be on our way soon. Don’t wanna be late for the first day of school!”

You quickly scanned the board in front of you, not wanting to stall too long as the line of teenagers formed behind. You found your name rather quickly, having been placed in Class 1. You moved quickly down the halls of your new school, familiarizing yourself with the layout and miscellaneous placings of certain rooms and vending machines. Climbing up to the next floor you were able to see the classrooms for the third year students line up before you. A few students mingled about, some had already formed small pods, couples were holding hands, and some kids looked like they were already in the process of being bullied. You walked into your class and took notice of a few students who were already seated, a few had their phones out and one had a book out.

You found a seat directly by the windows in the middle, it would make a comfortable place to sit as the weather warms up. After settling in to your new seat you glanced back around the room. Students began to pile in and find their seats, a few girls were grouped up nearest to doors, and some boys at the front of your aisle. The boys turned and matched your gaze, sizing you up for one of two things: competition or attractiveness. You rolled your eyes and looked back to the door as that teacher arrived with the signal of the bell. He was taller than average, with short black sporty hair and black eyes. He placed his papers on the podium and looked across the room, clearing his throat before he spoke in an unexpectedly soft and kind voice.

“Alright everyone, we have approximately 1 hour to get to know each other,” He said, “At the end of that hour we will make our way down to the main gym where we’ll have our school assembly. I want you all row by row, to introduct yourselves, let us know your hobbies, what you want to do after school ends this year, and your quirk if you feel so inclined to share.”

Student began murmuring to each other as the teacher went on.

“I’ll go first,” He said as he raised his hand, “My name is Akiyama Nobuko, please only refer to me as Akiayama. I teach Literature and Medical Health Basics, along with sponsoring the Boys Track Team. Now starting with you.” Mr. Akiyama pointed at the leader of your column. You watched one by one as each student introduced themselves, you tried hard to pay attention to everyone but it was so overwhelming trying to keep the names all straight. You pulled yourself out of your desk and stood as the last person sat. You rehearsed the lines in your head quickly, hoping not to sound dumb when you spoke.

“My name is Hamamoto y/n, I like listening to music and playing the guitar when I get the chance. I’m going to attend U.A. College for Criminal Justice after this year, and my quirk is Hydrokinesis.”

You could feel your heart beat rapidly against your chest, you felt as if everyone was glaring at you as you sat down. A quiet voice had even squeaked when you finished your introduction, leaving you feeling self conscious. You felt like everyone around you thought you were full of yourself or you were a show off. You’re anxiety began to swallow you again, but you coaxed yourself out when you tried to rationalize the truth of the situation. In reality the kids in your class were just looking at you when it was your turn and lost interest as soon as the next person stood. You breathed out slowly and refocused back on your classmates. As the last student wrapped up, you stood with everyone as your teacher called you all to make your way to the gym.

As you followed everyone on the unfamiliar route, a few taps on your shoulder grabbed your attention. You looked to the right and almost missed the shorter classmate of yours, the top of her head coming up to your shoulder barely. Struggling to recall her name she blessed you with the answer.

“Hamamoto, right?” The girl asked, she stuck her hand out to you for a shake as you both continued walking alongside the other students. “Horita.”

“Yeah,” You said, taking her hand. “Thanks for remembering.”

“How could I not?” Horita practically shouted in excitement, she broke out into a huge grin and shook your hand more vigorously now. Refusing to let go, you made vain attempts to break free. “You’re Mizuchi’s daughter, how could you not be? You look exactly like him, even have the same quirk! You’re exactly how I pictured you.”

Horita seemed to swoon with her arms out, still holding your hand in a tight grip, basking in whatever warmth her delusional brain was feeling radiating off of you. You knew what she was talking about of course, your father Hamamoto Akira, the Dragon of Water, known as Pro-Hero Mizuchi. This must’ve been the person that squeaked when you finished your introduction earlier, you thought.

Horita was short with long flowing bright blonde hair, it’s beachy waves bounced with each step she took. She had soft green eyes framed by long lashes, by all means she was beautiful so you were baffled by the attention she was giving you.

“Yeah, that’s my dad,” You said, finally breaking free of the girls iron grip. “You want an autograph or something, my dad would get a kick out of that.”

“No, I think I found something, or someone, better,” Horita gazed up at you as she linked her arm around yours. You felt your cheeks get hot and your palms a little sweaty at the idea of what she was suggesting. “We’re going to be best friends, just you watch.”

You weren’t sure to be flattered by the forward suggestion of being friends or worried about the creep that knew everything about your family before you remembered their first name. Instead of letting anxiety take over the situation and blasting it out of proportion, you decided that maybe this wouldn’t be all that bad. Besides that’s one friend made on your first day of school, granted it was because of your family but it still counts.

That’s one friend I can show off to make Chiyo jealous, You thought, Or is it too mean to put Chiyo through that? What would Chiyo do? . . . She would make me double jealous. . . You took out your phone and nudged Horita with you’re elbow.

“Let’s get a picture together real fast,” You told Horita, holding your phone’s back camera to you.

Horita grabbed on to you tighter and smiled brightly while looking up at your phone. As you clicked the button, an arm came flying past and knocked your phone down against the ground. A couple boys from your class were fooling around and swinging at each other, your phone just happened to be the only casualty.

“Oh, dammit,” You muttered angrily, crouching down to pick up the pieces.

“Aw man,” One boy snickered, his tone reflecting anything but empathy and remorse, “I’m sorry about that.”

“More like you’re welcome,” The other chuckled, “That thing was ancient, I’m surprised it didn’t turn to dust on impact.”

They both laughed as you picked up the tiny buttons, cracked body, and backing to your phone, tucking them away into your pocket. Before rising you shifted your weight opposite of the boys and braced yourself before sticking out your leg and quickly sweeping both boys off their feet with one quick movement. They tumbled on top of each other in an awkward position. You quickly stood up before the teacher arrived on scene.

“What’s going on over here?” Mr. Akiayama asked, parting through the students.

“The boys just slipped when they were fooling around,” You stared the boys down as you lied for them. The way you saw it the three of you could easily get in trouble the first day of school if you told the whole truth, or you could save your ass and tell a half truth.

“If you have so much energy for horseplay maybe I should get you boys into track with me, how about it? You guys up for a few miles after school today?” Mr. Akiayama’s grin was devilish as he looked down at the boys and walked back towards the front of the class.

You walked over the boys’ legs and continued down the hall with the rest of the students. Horita looped her arm around yours again and shook you vigorously.

“It was so cool how you tripped them!” Horita swooned, “You have to show me that sometime.”

“Sure, if you’re upfor about a week of sore legs!” You watched as Horita face changed to a grimace.

“On second thought. . .” She murmured.

The two of you followed single file into the line assigned to your class, standing at an arms length apart from each other. You looked around the gymnasium as the last class settled in and the principle stood to speak to the student assembly. As he droned on about the rules and expectations of Aldera High students, you looked around the room at the other 3rd year students. You wondered if there were any from your grade school there, or if everyone really just dispersed as easily as your parents had said.

Looking down each row you couldn’t recognize any of the students, the last class that came in was next to yours on the right. You shifted your attention to the line of students on the other side of you and saw a recognizeable head of spikey blonde hair. The boy seem irritated and turned to look back at a boy with a mop of green hair a few students behind him. The green haired boy across from you flinched, bringing his arms up to his head. The blonde sneered as he took a second glance around the room, you could swear he looked at you before turning back around to face the stage.

“That’s Bakugo Katsuki,” Horita whispered from behind you, “I could tell you were looking at him, he’s cute but he’s too hot headed for me. Definitely not worthy of you.”

She murmured the last part to herself but you could hear Horita clearly.

“I’m almost positive I went to school with him a long time ago,” You said, “Definitely sounds like the Bakugo I knew then too.”

“Was he a pest as a child too?” Horita asked.

“That’s putting it lightly,” You said, recalling the memories of your fights with Bakugo.

Adults chalked it up to kids being kids, fighting over who’s turn it was or if someone was mean to the other. No one ever saw kids being bully’s. You remembered vividly how you got pushed around by the other boys. One time you got shoved into the creek, the only reasons the boys who pushed you didn’t run home crying was because of one kinder green haired boy who helped you up and walked you home.

“Looks like all Useless Izuku is good for is helping little girls,” One boy would tease, snickering at the poor boy.

“Why don’t you go play dress up or dolls together?” Bakugo would remark, “Then you can finally get out of our hair.”

That was the day you had enough. You put up with so many of his cruel remarks, and sure you two had fought in the past, but you wanted this to be the last time. Still soaked and chilled to the bone, you fought against shaky tiny fists and planted a punch to his cheek. Bakugo winced and sneered as he looked over at you. His own fists balled up as he pulled back to fight you off, but before he could land his punch you had kicked his stomach. Bakugo fell to his knees and clenched his stomach with one hand while the other covered his mouth. It wasn’t much of a fight, at least not compared to how you two usually wrestled, but you wanted to get him off your back and put him in his place.

“Maybe you should go play dress up and play with dolls, baby,” You had spit the last word out as you walked away from the boy. He recovered quickly but instead of pursuing he rangled his friends and left.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Midoriya had said, “We could’ve just gone home to tell an adult.”

“Kacchan would’ve bullied us more if we tattled,” You said, “He had it coming.”

The musical 4-toned bell rang across campus signaling the day's end. You stretched in your seat and began packing your bag up. A bouncy Horita joined your side as you stood to your feet.

“So are you going to get a new phone after school?” She asked.

“Probably,” You shrugged, the two of you began to make your way towards the doors. “Need to check in with my parents, might have something insurance can cover. I can probably just get the phone fixed.”

“That old thing?” Horita scoffed, “I’d be pissed like any other person if someone broke my phone, but I have to agree with Shoya, I’m surprised that thing didn’t turn to dust! Just get a new phone.”

“Ugh, you sound like Chiyo,” You rolled your eyes and playfully shook your head, giving in to the peer pressure. “Fine, i’ll get a new phone.”

“Here,” Chiyo has a piece of paper with her full name and number written on it. “Make sure to add me when you get it, okay?”

“Yeah,” You took the slip of paper, she had obviously prepared it ahead of time judging by the crinkles in it. “Of course I will, I’ll text you when I get it so you can save my number.”

Horita gave two big thumbs up, blindly walking ahead of you with her back turned in the hall. Just as she finished her rotation, she ran straight into Bakugo Katsuki. Horita flinched and jumped away from him, but he was already on her, his eyes seemed to glow a bright red with anger.

“Watch it pipsqueak,” He growled at Horita as she backed up towards your side.

“Help!” She squeaked as he stepped closer. Bakugo turned his attention to you as you protected Horita.

“You, I remember you,” His face turned sour at the realization, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

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