#miruko drabble

[doumadono]

Hiiiii! I am squeezing into your inbox to

1. Congratulate you on your achievement. You deserved it sweetheart and I am so happy for you (maybe even a lil jealous! Hihi). Keep up the wonderful work and keep bringing joy and comfort to other people!

2. To request something!

I want some Vanilla-Mango ice creams in a cup with Maple syrup.

All of this for my one and only bunny Mirko! 🐇🤍I love ya girl!

Stay awesome!

A/N: thank you so much, honeypot! Your support means everything. I hope you'll like this short piece, and please forgive me if the character isn't quite right — it's my first time writing for Bunny Hero Mirko! ♥

MY HERO ACADEMIA

The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the city, painting the buildings with shades of gold and amber. You were walking through the park, lost in thought, when you spotted Mirko sitting on a bench, her prosthetic leg resting beside her. Her expression was distant, her eyes fixed on something far away.

Approaching her, you noticed the faint lines of pain etched on her face. You knew about her recent struggles with phantom pains, the cruel reminders of the limbs she had lost during the war. "Hey, Mirko," you greeted softly, taking a seat beside her.

She glanced at you, offering a small, weary smile. "Hey, Y/N," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of exhaustion.

"Is everything alright?" you inquired, concern coloring your words as you noticed the faint lines of strain etched upon her face.

Mirko sighed, her gaze returning to the horizon. "Just another rough day, I guess," she admitted, her fingers tracing the contours of her prosthetic leg. "The phantom pains have been acting up again."

You reached out, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Rumi. That sounds really tough."

She looked at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and sadness. "It is," she admitted. "It's like… I can still feel them, you know? My missing arm and leg. Sometimes, it's like they're still there, and it hurts so much…"

You squeezed her shoulder gently, offering your support. "I can't even begin to imagine how hard that must be for you. But I'm here for you, okay? You're not alone. You never were, sweetie."

Mirko's eyes softened, and she leaned into your touch, finding solace in your presence. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

You hurried to a nearby store to grab two bottles of water and some mochi. When you returned, you paused behind a large tree, watching Mirko.

She was someone you deeply admired, one of the few people who truly inspired you. Her toughness was unmatched, and secretly, you yearned to possess even a fraction of her spirit, to be as brave as she was. She was your role model.

You spent the rest of the afternoon with Mirko, talking, laughing, and sharing stories, sitting on that bench. You listened as she opened up about her fears and insecurities, her dreams and aspirations. And through it all, you were there for her, offering words of encouragement and comfort.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the park, Mirko turned to you, her eyes shining with gratitude. "You know," she began, her voice trembling slightly, "even on my darkest days, knowing that I have you by my side makes everything a little bit brighter."

You smiled, feeling your heart swell with warmth. "And you make everything brighter for me too, Mirko. You're strong, resilient, and incredibly brave. I admire you so much."

Mirko's smile widened, and she reached out, taking your hand in hers. "Thank you," she said softly. "That means the world to me. After Jaku and the war, things really shifted," she said, her brow creasing slightly. "It's not like it broke me, but I've been feeling more uncertain. About everything, really. Even my own abilities."

You met Mirko's gaze with a gentle smile. "Rumi," you began softly, squeezing her hand in reassurance, "you have no idea how many lives you've touched with your bravery. In the chaos of Jaku and the war, you were a beacon of hope for so many. Every leap you took, every punch you threw, they weren't just acts of courage — they were beacons of light in the darkness for all those who lost their hope. You saved countless lives with your unwavering determination and your indomitable spirit. Never doubt your abilities, my dear Rabbit Hero Mirko," you urged gently, your words a steadfast anchor amidst the uncertainty. "You are a hero in every sense of the word, and the world is a brighter place because of you. The echoes of your courage will never fade."

Mirko leaned into you, resting her head on your shoulder. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice tinged with emotion. "I think that's exactly what I needed to hear today."

[roomiganzoomigan]

Side Eye

Izuku is just trying to cook but his boyfriend, Keigo, really wants to get laid.

--

Roomigan Zoomigan's 2023 Advent Calendar series

1. Preamble | My Hero Academia - Izuku/Shigaraki

2. Taste of Tea | Harry Potter - Harry/Luna

3. Parchment in Hearthfire | Harry Potter - Harry/Hermione

4. Stay | My Hero Academia - Izuku/Todoroki

5. End of the Earth | My Hero Academia - Izuku/Hitoshi

6. Bears are Good | Demon Slayer - Tanjirou/Giyuu

7. Alone Together | Demon Slayer - Tanjirou/Muichirou

8. Labors of Love | My Hero Academia - Izuku/Momo

9. Watercolor Surprise | My Hero Academia - Izuku & Dekusquad

10. Moment by Moment | Demon Slayer - Tanjirou/Kanao

11. Luminous | Demon Slayer - Tanjirou/Zenitsu

12. Vi Ses Senare | Harry Potter - Harry/Draco

13. Worth | Harry Potter - Harry/Voldemort

14. 3 AM | My Hero Academia - Izuku/Aizawa

15. Only the Best | My Hero Academia - Izuku/Uraraka

16. Code-Switch | Harry Potter - Harry/Charlie

17. Side Eye | My Hero Academia - Izuku/Hawks

[terrarain]

seasons of love

characters: todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, takami keigo

summary: four seasons, four guys. different drabbles based on the season.

notes: reader's pronouns unspecified, swearing, it's entirely fluff! mentions of a reader with a pollen allergy in keigo's, some possessiveness in bakugou's for like one line, ticklish reader in shinsou's

word count: 4.5k

ˏˋ°•*⁀☂️ spring; takami keigo

Keigo didn't see much appeal in the rainy showers that May would bring. The rain had an unpleasant tendency to wash away traces of villain activity; it was a criminal's best friend. Activity in the streets were always lower when it was raining. People weren't as alert.

So he doesn't really get it when you're tugging at his sleeve with a cute pout that. As he stares at your jutted out lip, he has the oddest desire to bite it.

"Please. It'll be fun."

"Alright, consider me convinced, birdie."

All you had to do was say please with wide eyes and pouty lips and he was done for. Keigo's sure that Miruko would laugh her ass off at how easily Keigo acquiesced to all of your requests. Good thing for him, then, that the rabbit hero was nowhere to be seen.

And so that's the explanation behind why Keigo, the number two hero Hawks who was currently on a break, is currently walking next to you. In one hand, he's holding a well-loved umbrella and his other hand...

Golden eyes linger on the free hand at your side, swinging forward and back as you practically skip along the rain-washed sidewalk.

The hand that's not holding the umbrella twitches.

"You really like the rain."

"It's the best part about spring."

The beaming smile that you send his way makes Keigo feel all melty inside with affection. A part of him is glad that his wings have been reduced to just a few feathers at the moment. He has a feeling that, if his wings had been full, they'd be puffing up an embarrassing amount right about now.

He cocks his head to the side slightly. "Not the flowers?"

"The flowers are nice, too. But they make my allergies act up and those aren't much fun."

Keigo recalls memories of you in past springs, nose all runny and red, eyes slightly teary.

"But you're cute when you're sniffling," he teases, trying for a flirty smile. You just roll your eyes playfully.

"You won't be saying that when I'm constantly blowing snot into tissues."

You'd still be cute in his eyes. He's seen you a snotty mess before, when you got sick one time, and Keigo couldn't help but think that you looked stunning.

"You look beautiful all the time."

"Yeah, yeah, you flirt," you laugh, unconvinced.

Shit, he thinks distantly. I'm down real bad.

Keigo hadn't been saying that just to flatter you. He really did think that you were the most beautiful person he's ever laid eyes upon. Anybody who said otherwise was just wrong. They'd have to be blind to not recognize your beauty.

"Seriously," he insists. A flush takes over your cheeks, faint but still there. Keigo smiles to himself.

"Anyways," you fluster, walking a bit faster. He quickens his pace as well, careful to make sure that the umbrella that he was sharing with you was still covering you. He could feel his shoulder getting a little wet, but he didn't really care.

"So," Keigo drawls, one bushy brow raised. "Didja drag me out into the rain just so we could walk? I know I'm irresistible," an eyeroll from you, "...and that you want to spend more time with me, but we could just hang out at your apartment like usual."

"You're such a homebody," you muse. "Who knew that the flashy, number two winged hero Hawks is a shut-in."

"Hey," he says, not all that offended. "Your place s'real comfy."

And nobody expects anything of him when he's in the comfort of your well-lived in home. He's just Takami Keigo in private, cracking jokes and play-wrestling with you. Just another average joe who's hanging out with the love of his life a friend.

" 'sides," Keigo continues, looking over to you quickly. "I'm out here with you, aren't I? Even though I have no clue what you're up to."

"Oh, I never told you, huh?" you muse. The look in your eyes is playful, almost childlike.

"What schemes are you cooking up in that pretty little head of yours?" he questions, eyes slightly narrowed. He moves up a bit more to walk next to you when he sees a car approaching from behind. There's no puddles for the car to splash the two of you with, but better safe than sorry.

"You said that you've never played in the rain," is your non-answer.

Keigo does faintly recall telling you this. It had been a while ago, if he's remembering things correctly. You were working your magic in the kitchen while he was sitting at the counter as he watched when he had let this bit of information slip.

Ah, he realizes. "That's what all this fuss is about?"

"You're missing out," you insist when you hear his perplexed tone. "Right now, it's raining. And you're on break. So... now's a great time to take you out."

Keigo almost makes a joke about you taking him out in a different context — for a date.

The joke doesn't come. Instead, he just says: "Chickadee, I've flown through the rain. You're actin' like this is my first rodeo out in the rain."

You let out a little (cute) frustrated huff, eyes narrowing. Your arms cross as you speak. "Put the umbrella aside. We're going puddle jumping."

Keigo cocks a brow in questioning, "Uh, you sure? You'll get—"

"—wet?" you interrupt him as you bring the hood of your raincoat over your head. "That's what the coats are for."

"If you say so," he says, giving up easily enough as he brings the hood of his own raincoat up before closing the umbrella. Keigo really can't say no to you.

The two of you stand there under the rain. It's not particularly harsh, but it's definitely not a light drizzle, either. A scarlet red feather flies up to carry the umbrella that he sets to the side.

"So, what now, professor?" Keigo says, grinning. "Please do teach me about the joys of rainy weather."

"Gladly," you say as you offer him a hand. It only takes a nanosecond before his hand is in yours, his gaze expectant. The raindrops that fall onto the exposed skin are cool.

You tug at his hand, gentle, and he follows behind you like a lost puppy. Keigo finds himself feeling glad that there's nobody out at the moment — that there's nobody to disturb this moment between the two of you.

"Just gotta find..." you trail off, eyes scanning up ahead for something. Eventually, your aimless wandering becomes directed as you let out a small 'aha!'.

You're leading him towards a recently formed, sizeable puddle on the sidewalk.

"Are we going to—"

"Yes."

"Chickadee, we'll be soaked."

"Didn't take you to be such a party pooper," you tease, stopping right at the edge of the puddle as you look over to him.

Keigo gasps, offended. "Me? A party pooper? Why, I oughta—"

You don't wait for him to finish that sentence, jumping into the puddle in front of him with a lot more force than he thinks is necessary. The water comes up and out of reflex, his arms rise in a futile defense against the liquid.

"You were saying?"

"You are so cheeky," Keigo says fondly before he joins you in the puddle, jumping into the rainwater just as a child would.

He hears you let out a little squeal as water flies up towards you and Keigo grins, kicking some water at you as a form of payback.

"That's cold," you giggle, eyes bright.

"I said it'd be cold earlier while you were trying to drag me out," Keigo replies, letting you tug him out of the puddle as you begin searching for another puddle to jump into.

"Worth it," you declare.

He tilts his head curiously. "You're having that much fun?"

Your reply catches him off guard and he almost stumbles.

"It got you smiling again," you say easily, turning around a corner. Your face lights up when you see another untouched puddle. "Not one of those safe smiles. A smile smile."

"A smile smile," he echoes with vague amusement. His heart is fluttering and his cheeks are warming. Keigo, pointedly, does not acknowledge it. "Your descriptions could use some work."

"Oh, please, you get the point," you grin. "Now, come and help me ruin our jackets and boots more, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah," Keigo says, joining you in your adventures into the puddle of water while he thinks,

Maybe the rain isn't all bad after all.

ˏˋ°•*⁀☀️ summer; todoroki shouto

"Thank you! Come back again!"

Shouto one perfectly-shaped brow slightly as he glances over to you. You're waving to the person leaving with a sunny smile. In the sky, the sun had already started lowering.

"Are you doing this again tomorrow?" he questions. The hand that's waving stills momentarily before dropping back down to the table of the stand he sat at with you.

You lick your lips. On the table, you're twisting your fingers - Shouto recognizes it as one of your nervous habits.

"Um... well, you don't have to, if you don't want to."

Shouto shifts, gaze briefly flickering over to the bucket of icecream surrounded in his ice. He repeats his question, slightly reworded this time.

"Do you want to do this again tomorrow?"

Your eyes, Shouto thinks as he returns your stare, are something that he could gaze at for hours upon hours on end.

"I do," you admit, lips upturned in a shy smile. "Are you... free tomorrow?"

Shouto's hums as he leans forward a little towards you, chin in the palm of his hand. The darkening of your cheeks makes the smile on his face grow a touch wider. "I am, indeed, free tomorrow. I presume you will be enlisting my assistance as a personal cooler again?"

The little laugh that slips through your lips is light and breathless as you nod. "Mmhm. Really, thanks again for this, Todoroki."

"It's no problem," he says, and it really isn't. Although the request had been an odd one, he didn't particularly mind.

The request in question had been related to ice cream carts - which, to his understanding, are portable stands that sell ice cream. You had told him that you'd wanted to run one - but didn't have the money to rent one out. Shouto had been on the verge of offering to rent one for you when you had eagerly tugged him over to a makeshift stand.

"So, I decided to make my own!" you had told him a few hours ago. Your previously eager smile had turned sheepish when you made a request. "But I don't really have anything to keep the ice cream cool in the heat, so I.. I was wondering if you would be willing to be a cooler? You'll get half of the money the stand makes!"

Shouto would've provided his assistance regardless of whether or not you were paying him. He had said as much, but you insisted on paying him anyways.

"You're really sure you don't have anything else to do?" you question, frowning in concern. "It can't be that fun for you, sitting around at a table in the heat for most of the day."

"The heat doesn't really affect me," he says smoothly, smiling warmly as he looks at you. "And I think it's quite enjoyable. You're very good company."

"Oh-" you clear your throat, all flushed cheeks and giddy smiles. "You're good company, too, Todoroki."

His lips downturn. "Shouto."

The look you send him can only be described as bewildered.

"Call me Shouto," he clarifies. "We are close enough for you to refer to me as such, no?"

He tilts his head when you stare at him with wide eyes.

"Then - you can call me by my given name, too," you say shyly. When he says your name out loud, you nod slightly. "That's me!"

You then shuffle a little, turning to reach for the bag of ice cream cones. He watches with rapt attention as you scrape out the last remaining bits of ice cream in the bucket and drop it onto the cone. He retracts the ice he had around the bucket, seeing as there was no ice cream left to keep cool.

"You should have it." you say after watching him. When he looks at you, you're holding the cone out for him.

Shouto shakes his head. "It's alright. You can have it."

"Shouto," you huff. "Really, you should have it instead. You've been entertaining my whims 'n whatnot the entire day, so.."

The usage of his name has him hesitating; he wonders if you'll say his name again if he keeps refusing. The small pout on your face discourages him from that, though, and he decides to opt for a compromise.

He leans in to take a bite of the ice cream in front of you. Vanilla melts a little on his tongue before he swallows the bite, the coolness of the treat lingering. When Shouto pulls back, he observes your flustered expression with some amusement.

"There," he says simply. "I've had my fill. You can have the rest."

You open your mouth to protest and he just raises a brow in a silent question. He seems to conveyed his message well, because you bring the cone to your lips and take a small bite as you look away from him. Shouto gently pokes at your flushed cheeks, eliciting a giggle.

The smile on his face is fond. Shouto doesn't really have a favourite season - he didn't see a reason to have a favourite.

But, as the sun sets in the distance, last few rays of sunlight framing you in a picturesque scene as you finish off the ice cream cone in your hand - Shouto thinks that if he had to pick one season as his favourite, it would be summer.

ˏˋ°•*⁀🍁 autumn; bakugou katsuki

Katsuki doesn't indulge people. He doesn't entertain their whims. He gives absolutely zero fucks about the desires of other people.

(A lie, sort of. Katsuki is just a little soft towards his closest friends and he lets himself get dragged into their antics sometimes. But he would never openly admit that.)

That's what he says. That's what he told you, more or less, when you had thrown his coat at him and pushed him out the door of the dormitory. Which he let you do because he's particularly soft towards you.

"Don't be such a stick in the mud," you tease him with a playful grin. His expressions sours even further, which earns him the action of you poking him in the forehead with one finger. "You'll get wrinkles early if you keep frowning so hard."

"Stuff it," he says heatedly as he swats your hand away. It's an action that he immediately regrets, but his body doesn't relax in the slightest.

You don't seem to mind, laughing good-naturedly, which pisses him the fuck off because you should mind. He treats you so roughly and it's unwarranted, he thinks. Katsuki knows that he's an asshole and he knows he's far from being a nice person.

You should be treated kindly. Should be hanging out with someone just as bright and sunny as you.

But at the same time, he doesn't want you to do that. It's an unreasonable possessiveness, he thinks, because you're not even his. You don't belong to anyone.

Katsuki has no idea why you still hang out with him.

You're all soft touches, kind smiles, playful quips — and he's rough around the edges. He's a horrible person and he's done fucked up shit in the past that he regrets so, so deeply and he doesn't get you. Or any of the things he feels for you.

You're more resilient than he would've ever thought — because while you were all soft and shit, you knew when to stand up for yourself and you never let yourself be pushed around. You're firm with him and handle yourself well around him. Something about you, terrifyingly enough, disarms him.

His classmates — friends, they call themselves — are also weirdly eager to be around him, just like you. They actively insert themselves into his life and include him in their playful banter.

But you hang out with him the most. Some people have commented on it, in the past. He had just replied to them with a dark glare.

"Alright, this is a good spot!"

Katsuki cocks his head to the side, brows still furrowed. "Hah? Whaddya mean?"

The two of you are standing in a fairly open space, a few ways away from the dormitories. It's a clear part of campus with several trees hanging overhead.

"Pretty, isn't it?" you say, not answering his question at all. Your gaze is directed upwards, so he follows. Golden yellows, crimson reds, vibrant oranges act as a natural ceiling. Bits of the blue sky are peeking through.

"The fuck we standing here for?" he asks, all gruff as he looks back at you.

In one smooth motion, you pull out two rakes and what the fuck.

"Where the hell were you hiding those?"

"Trade secret," is your playful response as you press a rake to his chest. He grabs it out of reflex more than anything. "Less questioning, more raking."

"Hah? What's this shit even for?"

There's a glint in your eyes as you reply.

"Raking leaves," you state the obvious and he rolls his eyes. "We're making leaf piles to jump in."

"That shit's for kids," he grumbles, unmoving as he watches you fly around the leaf-covered ground, starting up a small pile of multi-coloured leaves.

"You're basically just a big baby," you coo and his glare sharpen. You don't seem to react because you're somehow never affected. "So I don't see the problem."

"That's—" he flounders, eventually deciding on a snarl. "Listen up. I'm not fucking making fucking dumb piles of fucking leaves just so you can fucking jump into them."

"Is fuck the only swear you know?" you question. You're teasing him.

He glowers.

"This is unfortunate," you sigh dramatically. He watches you carefully as you pause, looking down at the pile of leaves at your feet with a forlorn expression. "I didn't think that the Bakugou Katsuki would be so terrified of a few leaves. Guess I need to go get someone stronger to help me out."

Katsuki knows that you're trying to get him to rake leaves. He knows that you're poking at his ego and it's ridiculous because there's absolutely no reason for him to get competitive over a few fuc- shitty leaves. It's dumb, really—

"Fuck you," he spits as he starts raking up a pile of his own at record pace. Katsuki misses the painfully soft smile on your face, more focused on making his pile bigger than yours.

For a few minutes, it's just the sound of two students romping around and the scraping of the steel rakes against the ground that fills the air. Eventually, Katsuki comes to a halt when there's no more leaves in the immediate vicinity. He considers going out further to get more leaves for his pile.

"Damn," you whistle and his chest swells a little in pride at your impressed voice. "That is a big pile of leaves. I surrender."

"Ha. Did you think you could beat me to begin with?"

You snort, hand wrapping around his wrist. He can feel the sweat forming on the palms of his hands and he thinks that, if the lightning dumbass was around, he'd be making so much fun of Katsuki for the sweaty hands.

Katsuki has a few swears lined up, but none of them manage to leave his mouth because you're tugging him along.

Straight towards his pile of leaves.

(He could probably plant his feet firmly in the ground, making all of your attempts at moving him around futile.)

(He doesn't.)

Katsuki is stumbling into the mountain of leaves along with you as you destroy all of his hard work with a jump.

He's a little worried that you'll hit your head against something and before he knows it, one of his hands are resting against the back of your head as the two of you lay down on the ground.

The smile on your face makes him feel all soft and gooey and shit inside.

"Look," you say, and he glances up at the sky briefly as per your request. "Isn't it beautiful?"

Leaves are fluttering down gently around the two of you, warm tones unique only to autumn painting the air. It really is a sight to behold, he thinks, as he looks at your content expression.

The leaves eventually settle and you take it as your cue to stand back up. Katsuki looks at the hand that had been previously cradling the back of your head before he stands up roughly a second after you.

There's a golden leaf in your hair.

Without thinking, he reaches out slowly to pluck the leaf from your hair in one, easy motion.

"..Bakugou?"

"You had a leaf in your hair," he grumbles, flicking it off to the side. "Dumbass."

"That's mean," you say, but the smile resting upon your face with darkened cheeks makes him feel like you aren't so offended. Katsuki thinks he likes the way you look when blushing. "Round two?"

"Your pile is still there," he huffs. "Whaddya mean by round two?"

"But it's small," you lament, gazing upon your small pile of leaves. It definitely pales in comparison to the tower of leaves that Katsuki had cooked up earlier. "It'll be a lot more fun if it's bigger. Let's collect all of the leaves up into one big pile."

"This is dumb," he says, lips turning upwards in a slight smile.

"But it's fun!" you beam.

"...Whatever," he breathes out, turning away brusquely to hide his growing smile.

Katsuki's chest feels warm as he shoves a small bunch of leaves into the growing leaf pile.

ˏˋ°•*⁀❄️ winter; shinsou hitoshi

"Fuck, don't go in there. Are you a dumbass?"

Hitoshi shifts slightly. "Probably."

In all honesty, Hitoshi has no idea what's going on in the horror movie that you had put on.

There's some screaming, probably some ghosts or something - was the movie a ghost movie? He couldn't remember - which was all very cool. Probably. But he's more interested in you.

His best friend. That he's fallen irrevocably in love with.

You take a sip from your mug of hot cocoa, eyes watching the laptop screen with rapt attention. There's some sort of noise that comes from the screen that draws his own attention over. A rather ghastly, pale creature shows up behind the movie's protagonist.

"I told you so," you mutter, like the protagonist could hear you.

"Damn, someone doesn't leave the house," Hitoshi comments off-handedly, referring to the unnaturally pale, spindly creature currently chasing after the main character.

That draws a snort from you. A sound that has him wanting to poke at you so he can hear it again.

"Like you're one to talk, 'Toshi."

Now that has him actually poking at your sides. He takes the hot cocoa out of your hand and sets it down on his desk before he starts jabbing his fingers into your sides.

You break down into a mess of airy giggles as you try to pry his hands off of you and he grins.

"Hey. My complexion is way better than that thing."

"I don't know," comes your drawl once he stops tickling you, gazing up at him with an impish grin. "When was the last time you left the house and touched some grass?"

"There's no grass to touch," Hitoshi says, getting off of you to gesture at his window. Outside, a flurry of white storms on. "There's a fucking snowstorm. Its been snowing like crazy the last few weeks. Any grass out there is long-gone."

"Sounds like excuses to me," you chirp, settling back into your sitting position on his bed. He can't help but note that you're a lot closer this time. If he moves as much as an inch, his legs would bump into yours.

Hitoshi counts to three to calm himself down.

His heart beats thunderously against his chest anyways.

"Oh, she's definitely dead," you say, interrupting his thoughts. He raises a brow and turns his attention to the screen of your laptop.

Sure enough, there's a gory mess of fake blood and organs and a lot of screaming from the girl.

"You don't say," he drawls as the screams die down. You smack his arm playfully.

"Hush."

"Technically, you're the one who keeps initiating conversation," he snarks.

The smile on your face grows and he allows himself to think that you're smiling at him fondly. "Smartass."

"You know it and you love it."

Silence.

Hitoshi panics. What did he say, again? He definitely said the l-word. He hadn't been thinking. What did you think? You had suddenly gone silent and-

"That, I do," is your whispered response.

His body locks up and he just stares at you, but you aren't looking at him. Your gaze is resolutely fixed on the screen, acting all nonchalant - but he catches the darkened hue of your cheeks.

He smiles softly and turns his attention over to the screen, half-watching.

The scene had moved on from the girl's death. There was some arguing amongst people in a dingy little room. The only safe room in the house, if he recalled correctly.

Something to his side shifts and then he feels a warmth pressed up against him. His reaction is immediate, head snapping over to you.

"It's cold," is all you offer for an explanation, drawing the shared blanket closer to you.

The heating system had broken down a while ago, so the two of you had opted to share a blanket. It was a large blanket — big enough for two people to share without ever having to touch the other. He figures it could probably fit three.

Hitoshi continues to stare.

"You're always warm," you clear your throat, pulling your end of the blanket up around you to hide your flushed cheeks.

"What am I, your personal heater?" he manages to joke, trying to ignore the heat creeping up the back of his neck.

"Yes," you declare simply.

He rolls his eyes fondly. Boldly, he slowly snakes an arm around your waist to pull you closer against him.

For the body heat, he clarifies to himself.

There's no protest from your end, so he assumes he's in the clear. If anything, you're snuggling up against him and fuck if it isn't the cutest thing ever. It's getting harder to resist the urge to plant a kiss on your forehead.

"We should do this more."

Your voice comes out quiet, tentative. Hitoshi licks his lips as he hums nervously.

"What, cuddling?" he says, half-joking.

"Yes," you say, completely serious.

Oh, fuck me.

"It's not annoying, is it?" you question, a bit of hesitation flickering about in your gaze.

"No," Hitoshi replies immediately, arm around your waist tightening a little. "Nah, 's fine."

The hum he hears from you is happy as you turn your attention back to the movie. The horror movie you had put on was just background noise to Hitoshi as he relaxes into you.

And if the two of you don't move from your positions long after the movie ends, well — that's only for you and him to know.

a/n: still not super comfy with how i write bakugou gAH i want to do the boy some justice bc he's got a lot going on,,, hopefully i'll get it with time

[genderfluid-insomniac]

New Hope for a New Year

A winter fluff event of small drabbles

Including all the fandoms I write for (3 characters per prompt)

31 days

“Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering ‘it will be happier.'” — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Day 1: Safe

Characters: Malleus, Red Son, Asra

Day 2: Sweater Weather

Characters: Tengen Uzui, Iruma, Vil

Day 3: Leaves Changing

Characters: Noafumi, Muriel, Alastor

Day 4: Warmth

Characters: Childe, Mavuika, Akaza

Day 5: Treehouse

Characters: Shinobu, Asra, Hermit

Day 6: Notes

Characters: Asmodeus, Iruma, MK

Day 7: Sickness

Characters: Lucifer, Epel, Leona

Day 8: Mourning

Characters: Sinbad, Charlie, Dabi

Day 9: Aftermath

Characters: Aladdin, Shadow, Izuku Midoriya

Day 10: Sadness

Characters: Macaque, Miruko, Stelle

Day 11: Comfort Movie

Characters: Mei, Giyu, Naofumi

Day 12: Baths

Characters: Sukuna, Sir Pentious, Lucifer

Day 13: Dreams

Characters: Sun Wukong, Sonic, Riddle

Day 14: Baking

Characters: Robin, Emily, Asmodeus

Day 15: Late Night Phone Calls

Characters: MK, Sonic, Sun Wukong

Day 16: Plushes

Characters: Shadow, Muriel, Akaza

Day 17: Tea Break

Characters: Sonic, Ameri, Riddle

Day 18: Hierloom

Characters: Mei, Carmilla, Keigo Takami

Day 19: Cuddles

Characters: Sonic, Rengoku, Angel Dust

Day 20: Loved Ones

Characters: Shadow, Shenhe, Sun Wukong

Day 21: Shopping

Characters: Ja'far, Xiangliu, Asra

[laseracronym]

Requests!! (CLOSED)

(Filled Requests Here)

My requests are currently open! Both on and off anon. I want to take the time to post this little guide for what can be requested and whatnot:

The format will be that of drabbles and headcanons. Shortform pieces only. Keep that in mind when you send in your requests.

I write almost exclusively fem!Reader. As I'm catering to myself with my writing, I write with a female reader (and usually a chubby female reader) in mind. These requests are also only for reader inserts.

Currently writing for My Hero Academia. MHA is the fandom that's taken up the majority of my fixation at the moment.

List at least one character with your request. I don't mind doing multiple characters, and the more detail you give with the prompt, the better I can fill the request!

What I'm willing to write:

Romantic or Platonic (That includes familial relationships!)

LGBTQA+

Polyamory

Smut*

Any Tone (Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, etc.)

Omegaverse

Dark Content**

*I enjoy writing smut but like everyone I have my Nopes when it comes to kinks and the like. Rather than try to list everything I'm not okay with, I'll just review my requests on a case by case basis.

**I don't shy away from darker content or what would be considered problematic, though I do have some limits. Feel free to send me prompts and I'll see if I'm up for it.

I won't be able to fulfill every request. I write and run this blog as a hobby and like I said up above, there are going to be certain things I'm not going to be okay with writing. If I don't write your request, please don't take it personally. I also don't know when I'll fill your requests, I'll try to keep you updated on what I'm up to.

Things/Characters I like to write:

Erasermic, Aizawa, Present Mic, Shinsou, Bakugou, Dabi, Shigaraki, Hawks, Midnight, Miruko

Class 1-A Shenanigans

Poly

Yandere

Pathetic/Simping Men

Family Fluff/Drama

Omegaverse

Angst

Toxic Relationships

Remember the more specific your request, the better it'll be.

Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I look forward to sharing more of my writing with you in the future.

[ao3feed-toshinko]

Namorado pouco estressado

by QueentheVampire

Depois de passar pelas mãos do fado, arrumar um namorado extremamente estressado, Midoriya jamais imaginou que sua vida ainda tinha muito mais confusões a oferecer, e mesmo que Katsuki estivesse ali para dizer que tudo bem não se encaixar em seu meio social o esverdeado sentia que devia se esforçar, afinal poderiam conciliar um namoro que tornou-se real com suas respectivas diferenças sociais.

 Essa é a continuação de Cinderelo, nada moderno. Aqui acompanharemos a vida de Izuku agora que a mídia/meios sociais sabem de seu relacionamento com Katsuki Bakugo.

Words: 100, Chapters: 1/31, Language: Português brasileiro

Series: Part 3 of Conto de fadas aposentada

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Other

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku

Relationships: Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki & Bakugou Katsuki's Family, Midoriya Inko & Midoriya Izuku, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Midoriya Izuku & Uraraka Ochako

Additional Tags: friend, Friendship, Yaoi, Sweet/Hot, Drabble Collection, Drabble, Lime, Love, Love Confessions, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Cute Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57765949

[jupiterzworld]

ok ok random drabble,

NSFW MDI

•mommy!miruko taking care of you and pampering you and spoiling you 🥺

•mommy!miruko picking out your outfits for the day., with your cute little skirt and thigh stocking that hug your doughy thighs!! <33

•mommy!miruko deciding that you are going to be what she has for lunch and eats out your puffy cunt likes shes starving <33

•mommy!miruko on her days off letting you ride her thick, pink strap while your in a cute little nighty. with your head on her tits and your moaning and whining into them like the little baby you are, as she praises you for being so good for her and for being such a sweet little baby 🥺<33

[yeahimaloser]

s/o braiding miruko's beautiful hair... i want to play with it 😔

PLEASEEEE

I love her sm

She would LOVE PLAYING WITH YOUR HAIR

She would have no idea what to do tho

“Wait, so this strand goes where?”

“This side babe.”

“But that doesn’t make sense? Why doesn’t it just go this way?”

“Ouch babe! That hurts!”

“I’m sorry!! Are you ok?”

She’s so caring I love her

[ramenaddicted]

A little drabble for my bunny girlfriend.

AN: Even though it's a reader insert, I specifically wrote this as a black!Fem reader x Mirko.

I have a type, I like anybody who can make me feel small, soft, and cute...in the bedroom.

She tastes like chamomile and honey, slick muscle glides against mine as she pushes her tongue deeper into my mouth. Rough palms weave their fingers through my locks as she continues to cut off my air supply. Deep and alluring moans emanate from our passionate kisses as breathing gets hard to do.

So fucking cute, she growls and a small moan escapes me as her lips assault my neck. Loud, wet, and demanding lips find their purchase on my neck. The living room becomes a bit distorted as she gently lays me back on the sofa.

Crimson orbs lock onto mine as she searches for signs of discomfort, apprehension, or a way out.

“You know we can stop at any time, right?” her brown skin deepens as her blush darkens her cheeks.

Such cute cheeks.

My response to her was to sit up and lean in close and peck her nose with my lips. Her bunny ears lowered in submission or embarrassment, either way, it's cute. Her response was her unoccupied right hand snatching up both of mine and pinning them above my head. Determined ruby eyes bore holes into my flushed face.

Slowly I feel familiar wet lips cascade down my neck, sucking hickeys on my flesh. “Why are you so fucking perfect?” she mouths hotly on my neck.

Between assaulting your neck and rough calloused fingers pinching your nipples, your pleasured whines did nothing to stop Rumi’s assault. All the pro hero could think about was how her beautiful cocoa goddess doubled as a dark temptress. Although unintentional, she made Rumi a cup of chamomile tea, sat herself down on Rumi’s lap, and administered bunny kisses to the pro heroes cheeks.

What was intentional was the ass cupping shorts she was wearing. It’s not even Tuesday and her honey bunny was double cheeked up in those tempting blue booty shorts with carrots and bunnies printed on them. Just the thought that her ass was stretching them bitches out while walking, God damn.

What if the mailman saw her?

Let it be known, Rumi Usagimiya is an ass woman. she's only attracted to your ass, but she can’t help it. That doesn't mean she's going to pass up an opportunity to get some while feeling up your assets.

[birinboom]

Original request from AO3: Could you do reader x miruko au, where miruko isn't a hero but a buff loveable girlfriend that loves her boyfriend

Of course I can, I always want to write more about my favorite bunny!

You Lift Me Up

Usagiyama Rumi x Male!Reader in a Quirkless AU Fluff, romance, tw: food, tw: swearing 💌 908 words

Sitting down on the park bench with a soft sigh, you pulled out your phone. You were about to meet your girlfriend, Rumi, for dinner. The two of you had just moved in together, and the kitchen wasn’t tidy enough for cooking yet. So, you’d decided to go out to eat tonight.

A new message from Rumi ticked in. She had just left the gym, so she’d show up soon. Smiling to yourself, you slipped your phone back into your pocket. She was going to be ravenous, she always was right after a workout. It was one of the things you loved about her. Well, not how hungry she always got, but rather the benefits of her hobby. You loved her figure, you loved her strength, you loved how cheerful she always was after a good workout session. Rumi had happily done her fair share of the heavy lifting when you moved, calling it her workout for the day. She had probably done more than you, now that you thought about it - but she had refused it whenever you’d offered to take some of the heavier things.

Living with Rumi had been a slice of heaven so far, even if it had only been a couple of days. You had never expected how much you would enjoy watching your belongings sitting next to hers as they were unpacked. Rumi’s carrot-patterned throw pillows on your old couch. Your books mingling with hers on the shelves. Her clothes next to yours in the closet. It all filled you with bubbling warmth, leaving you on the verge of bursting with happiness. You could barely wait until every box had been unpacked, every item had found its place. Then the two of you could fall into a domestic routine: come home from your jobs and workouts, cook and eat dinner, then spend the rest of the night on the couch - all of it together.

“Oi, are you gonna ignore me all night?”

The words pulled you out of your thoughts. Looking up, you saw your girlfriend standing in front of you, her lopsided smile telling you that she wasn’t mad in the least.

You smiled back at her. “Sorry, got lost in thought for a moment.”

Getting to your feet, you pulled her into a hug. It was meant to be soft, but Rumi’s arms tightened around you, then she leaned back a bit, lifting you a couple of inches off your feet.

“Show-off,” you laughed.

Her laughter joined yours as she put you back down. “I got a new personal record! So we’re celebratin’ tonight!”

“Wow, congrats! That means that dinner is on me!”

“You don’t have to, babe, it’s my turn to pay.”

You shook your head. “No, if we’re celebrating you, then I’m paying. You can pay next time.”

Starting towards the restaurant, Rumi told you all about her new record. You hung onto her every word. She was stunning; practically glowing with pride, her red eyes sparkling in the night. You stopped her for a moment, just so you could press a kiss against her cheek.

“I love you so much,” you said. “I love seeing you so proud of your accomplishments. And I love that you want to share them with me.” 

Rumi grinned at you. “What’s with all the cheese today? You gettin’ sentimental on me?”

You returned her grin with a soft smile. “Maybe a bit.” Pausing for a moment, you then added, “I’ve just been thinking about how we’re beginning a new chapter of our lives together. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Yeah, me too.” Reaching out, Rumi grabbed your hand, entwining your fingers. “And of course I want to share my accomplishments with you, I’d be stupid not to!”

“What do you mean?”

She halted for a moment, a faint flush creeping into her cheeks. Furrowing her brows, as if facing an overwhelming challenge, she spoke up again.

“Because you played a big part too, y’know. You lift me up a lot. You always cheer me up after a bad day, you make me feel valued. You make me want to do my best. And I really ‘ppreciate it. I love it. I love you.”

Rumi’s words made you beam. She’d told you that she loved you multiple times, but only in private. Baring her heart like that always made her feel a bit insecure, and mushy subjects weren’t something she liked to talk about in public. So her overcoming her insecurities tonight - just to tell you how she felt in that very moment, rather than waiting until you got home - made it feel all the more special.

You gave her hand a gentle squeeze. 

“So what you’re saying is that I lift you up emotionally, so you can lift me physically?”

Rumi tucked a stray lock of white hair behind one ear. “Somethin’ like that, yeah.”

Her voice was growing tight, as it did when she was reaching her limit. Rather than pushing her further, you decided to change the subject.

“Ready to get some grub?”

Rumi grinned at you again, the flush still tinting her cheeks. “Yeah, I’m starvin’! If you’re really insisting on paying tonight, then you’d better get your card ready, ‘cause I’m gonna eat my fill!” 

You really didn’t mind paying. And you knew just the way to ensure that she understood that, too.

“Wanna make it a competition?”

Rumi let out a whoop. “Hell to the yes!”

Thank you so much for reading! Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks (on and off anon) are always greatly appreciated! If you like what you’ve read, please check out my other works. Love, Em 💖

Do not repost, redistribute, copy, modify, record, translate, or plagiarize my writing. If you see someone posting my writing claiming it as their own, or posting a narration of my writing, please let me know!

[tteokdoroki]

💜- picture Keigo and Rumi holding you after fucking you senseless during their rut/heat and you’re so sleepy and fucked out, and Keigo gently runs his thumb over your cheeks while cradling your head while saying, “look at you darling, so sleepy. You love it when we fuck you till you collapse, don’t you pretty girl,”

this is bullying !!!! bc bc !! being slumped over in keigo’s chest while he pushes in and out from underneath you, wiping away your sleepy tears and watching your face change from every one of rumi’s or himself’s thrusts!!! you’re a drooly mess between their bodies, swaying in and out of consciousness as all they do is smooth over your skin and hit the good spots inside of you!!

[ripperdoc-is-daddy]

READER IS BLK CODED AFAB Miruko stays the fuck out of your way when you are cooking in the kitchen. However if you are making Gumbo, like real gumbo with the seafood and the okra this woman does not stay out the damn kitchen. She stealing the andouille and saying she needs to verify that it is safe with a smirk on her face. It's even worse if you making purple hull peas. She be in the pot as soon as it is done. Adding a lil bit of vinegar based hot sauce of her choice and spooning in. She thanks you of course which makes her shenanigans worth it. A slap to your ass, grope to your chest and nuzzling your neck. Promising to reward you well after you eat.

[keilemlucent]

oh saaaaallleeeemmmmm~ 😼 miruko. thats it. thats the request. its whoreknee hourz so go big or go home😌

ugh thank u for this one

i like to call this one ‘salem waxes abt rumi fucking her cute s/o in lingerie’

that being said, warnings: lingerie kink, strap on mention, hehe

Rumi loved lace.

It was surprising to learn when you first got together.

She was so rough and loud in battle, her taste for dainty pastels and pretty-patterned laces seemed out of character.

Until, she specified it not for herself, but rather, you.

Rumi more than had the budget for it, the wealth of pro heroes was nothing to sneeze at. From early on in your dates, she gave you little, boutique-wrapped packages of tissue paper with the widest, sinful smirk on her face.

You’d thought you’d build up quite a collection after a while, but Rumi, bless her heart, tended to shred things in her haste to absolutely devour you, mind, body and soul.

Still, the little gifts were sweet. And, before Rumi mangled her own presents, she was always excited for the little fashion shows you’d give her. You loved the way her eyes hungrily tore along your curves as you spun in the stockings and bustiers she’d have tailor-made for your body. 

Her favorites, you found, were the pastel pinks and purples that rode up the plump of your ass or squeezed the meat of your thighs. With those particular favorites, she always made a point to take photos from any angle you’d allow.

(Her favorites were, of course, with her strap buried in your cunt around fabric of your cute panties. For sure, her favorite) 

She liked you naked, bare for her in all ways. But, she was happy to fuck you stupid in the pretty presents you both adored so much.

[munchcorner]

Teasing (Hawks x Miruko)

Hawks installed TikTok after being bored. He was drowning in it that he never left his room which concerned Miruko. She went to his room and heard music from inside his room. She opened the door and saw Hawks dancing in front of the camera.

"Hawks, what are you doing?" Miruko asked while staring at Hawks.

Hawks turned to her with a huge grin on his face and said, "I keep seeing these dances and thought that maybe I should try them,"

Miruko sat on the bed, and Hawks took his phone before sitting beside Miruko. He showed her the dance he was learning.

"I'm still learning how to do this one, but I have one that I can do already," He said and stood in front of Miruko.

"This better be good," Miruko said and waited for Hawks to start.

Hawks grinned and played the music and said, "You better watch carefully,"

He started dancing, and Miruko didn't know how to react. At first, she thought it was something silly, like the dance he was currently learning. But she was taken by surprise when he started doing a sexy dance.

"Hawks, no!" Miruko yelled and threw a pillow at Hawks.

"What? Why?" He asked and took his phone. Miruko was still processing what she saw when Hawks walked to her and leaned in.

"Is it that seductive?" He asked, and Miruko pushed him.

"Nah, you looked stupid," Miruko said when in reality, it made Hawks a whole lot more attractive.

"Ah, I guess acting stupid makes you blush," Hawks said while wiggling his eyebrows at Miruko teasingly.

Miruko rolled her eyes and smacked Hawks with a pillow. "Shut up, Takami!"

Hawks just laughed and hugged Miruko, making them fall on the bed with Hawks being on top of her. Miruko had her hands over her face, so Hawks was pulling them away to see her face. But Miruko punched him, making him fall back.

"Ah, sometimes I wish you weren't so strong," Hawks said and held his nose. The punch wasn't strong enough to make his nose bleed, but it was still throbbing in pain.

"That's what you get for teasing me," Miruko said without any regrets. Hawks pouted and turned his back on her.

"Here I was learning a dance to show you, but this is what I get," He sulked, but Miruko didn't comfort him.

"I'm sure you're not sulking for real," She said, making Hawks turn to her. He was still pouting, but Miruko just took Hawks' phone and looked at his fyp to see what he's been watching.

"Rumi," Hawks cooed to call her attention, but Miruko just ignored him.

"Can't I get a kiss for effort?" Hawks asked, and Miruko laughed.

"I didn't ask you to learn a dance for me. It looked stupid anyway, so why should I-" Miruko couldn't finish what she was saying because Hawks took his phone away from her and gave her a light kiss on the lips.

Hawks grinned at Miruko before running out the door with his phone, "Hawks, out!" He yelled as he ran out of the door.

Miruko covered her face with a pillow as he lays on the bed with her lips curved into a smile.

The next day came, and Miruko decided to download TikTok as well. She was having fun watching random videos when a video of Hawks appeared on her fyp.

Miruko clicked on Hawks' profile and saw that he started posting dancing videos and other funny videos. She opened the comments on one of his dancing videos, and her smile turned into a frown when she saw thirsty comments.

"Tamaki, you fucking bird!" Miruko yelled, making Hawks peek through the door.

"What is it?" He asked and saw that Miruko was charging towards him with her phone in her hand.

"You damn bird!" She yelled and charged towards Hawks.

Hawks was grinning when he knew figured out what was going on. "Oh, someone's jelly," He teased and ran around the room as Miruko chased him.

"I'm not. I'm here to make fun of the thirsty bitches in your comment section," Miruko said, making Hawks stop.

"Awe," He said, acting disappointed. "I thought you were jealous," He said and sat on the bed.

Miruko sat beside her and said, "Nah, they can't beat me,"

Hawks laughed at her statement and wrapped his arm around her as she leaned on his chest.

"I didn't know this was the reason why you're cooped up in our room," Miruko said. Hawks just chuckled and kissed her head.

"Is it making you feel lonely?" He asked, and Miruko laughed.

"Nah," She answered. "At least you have something you're doing in your free time,"

"Tch, can't you act more affectionate towards me?" Hawks asked playfully.

"I don't want to," She answered, and they spent the rest of the day making fun of the comments and doing TikToks together.

[decendingfromgrace]

I just have this thought where you are a maid for Kiri, Bakugou, Tokoyami, Miruko. I don’t care, take your pick. Anyways, you make CASH each time you clean the lavish mansion of your preferred character in your cute little maid outfit with the hidden lingerie underneath that just peeks out from the ruffles on your skirt. The thigh highs and little heels show off the plumpness of your legs that would make anyone wanna sink their teeth into them. The lace dipping and highlighting every curve and movement as you go about dusting the chandeliers of this massive home. Of course that view from below of your cleaning above has anyone bitting their lower lip. They would want to snap those corset ties and watch as it all falls away to reveal the ultimate source of their desire. You look to good coming through the front door in your “uniform” and each step you take cause the ruffles to flutter and your bonnet to bounce. Sometimes, when they’re lucky, they get to see you bending over to fix a loose shoe lace. Your ass looks so good under the confines of lace and it takes so much will power for them not to leave a beautifully glowing hand print right on your plump cheek. It’s all to much sometimes. All this inadvertent teasing adds up to an irresistible snack to be eaten, and you are indeed eaten. Right up against the window you had been cleaning. Your skirts simply pushed up so they could bury their head into the apex of your thighs, lapping away until you writhed and gripping their head away. Once you’ve come undone for the second time on their tongue they scoop you up into their arms and rush off to the master bedroom, or maybe they don’t make it that far and go for thirds on the dining room table that you cleaned just moments prior.

Tried to make this a little more adhering to characters other than Bakugou (which is also why the pronouns are ambiguous) cause there are some fine ass characters that I wanna talk about. May start doing drabbles for Kiri, Miruko and some others dunno, but I saw a lot of potential for this scenario.

[yeahimaloser]

💕Valentines Day💕

Hello! I know this is late but but better late then never!!

I’m doing a valentines Day event!!

Also, none of these need to be Valentine’s Day specifically, they can be whatever you want!!

Drabbles♥️

Send In some cute Drabble ideas for Hawks, Dabi and Miruko!!

Read rules first

Headcanons♥️

Send in your fav Valentine’s Day headcannons!

If you do have anything other than these, feel free to request!

Please note I may not be able to get to everyone’s requests, thank you.