#my hero academia x reader

[cyberesc]

ONE OF THE GIRLS. (1/2)

ft. izuku, katsuki, shinsou, & tamaki smau: you overhear them describe their ideal type that happens to be nothing like you, you begin distancing yourself, only for them to notice and demand to know why (pre-relationship)

˖⁺‧₊˚ warnings: implied fem reader, angst, requited unrequited love, miscommunication

˖⁺‧₊˚ note: i made it shorter this time😼

| part 2 |

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[minkoq]

Hey hey hey! Can I request a MHA SMAU where they get drunk and whine to the Reader that the Reader their first kiss to some other guy ? (maybe another MHA character) and please please include Kiri, Kats and Shinso 🩷

🍓 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

texts with the bnha guys; fem! reader (aged up) characters included: katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, tenya iida, eijirou kirishima, denki kaminari, hitoshi shinsou.

warnings: fluff, mentions of alcohol, drunk characters, jealousy, comfort

[cinnamqnx]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ plug!dabi headcanons

warnings. drug use (weed), swearing, toxic behaviours from dabi, smut (so minors dni), dub con kinda (ur both intoxicated & sleep together)

୨୧ plug!dabi who’s been your dealer for years now, meeting him because of your best friend toga

୨୧ plug!dabi who’s always thought you were a pretty little thing, but never making a move because toga always told him to leave you alone

୨୧ plug!dabi who is known for sleeping around, always with a different girl every weekend

୨୧ plug!dabi who just can’t help himself, always having to make a flirty comment to you every time he sees you

୨୧ plug!dabi who is always giving you freebies & discounts purely because he finds you attractive

୨୧ plug!dabi who is an asshole, but you’re not complaining when he’s giving you free weed

୨୧ plug!dabi who gets so high that he’s making bold moves on you at a college party

୨୧ plug!dabi who somehow ends up in your bed after a one night stand

୨୧ plug!dabi who fucks you so good

୨୧ plug!dabi who has you in doggy, his left hand gripping the plush of your ass, while his right was tangled in your hair, shoving your head down onto the pillow

୨୧ plug!dabi who underestimated how good you’d feel, having to edge himself constantly so he didn’t cum in 2 minutes, but he would never tell you that

୨୧ plug!dabi who doesn’t care to stay around in the morning, telling you he’s not a relationship guy but he’s more than happy to fuck you whenever you want

୨୧ plug!dabi who is more than surprised when you tell him the same

୨୧ plug!dabi who is so utterly confused you aren’t devastated by his rejection

୨୧ plug!dabi who is weirdly nicer to you after your night together

୨୧ plug!dabi who can’t get the thought of your pussy clenching around his cock out of his head, stroking himself and cumming to the thought alone

୨୧ plug!dabi who refuses to admit your pussy might have him whipped

୨୧ plug!dabi who starts getting obsessive over you

୨୧ plug!dabi who keeps asking you if you’re down to fuck, to which you’ll always reject him (you don’t wanna end up getting involved with a whole ass drug dealer)

୨୧ plug!dabi who keeps inviting himself to yours and toga’s hangouts by giving you both free weed

୨୧ plug!dabi who has the mindset of ‘if i can’t have you no one can’

୨୧ plug!dabi who makes sure to threaten any man who you’re talking to, warning them to stay away

୨୧ plug!dabi who hears about how upset it’s making you that every man you’re interested in seems to ghost you from toga

୨୧ plug!dabi who is so shameless about it and jokingly (he’s not joking) offers to fuck the sadness and insecurities out of you

୨୧ plug!dabi who is pleasantly surprised when you say yes

୨୧ plug!dabi who fucks you so strangely tender, telling you how beautiful you are and how these men never deserved you in the first place

୨୧ plug!dabi who has you confused, his gentleness a complete 180 from how he first fucked you

୨୧ plug!dabi who takes a shower after and tells you that you can chill at his if you want

୨୧ plug!dabi who keeps having his phone go off, making you roll your eyes before going to pick it up to silence it

୨୧ plug!dabi who has message notifications from the men you used to be involved with, causing your brows to furrow as you read them

୨୧ plug!dabi who has messages, threatening these men to leave you alone

୨୧ plug!dabi who comes out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist with his hair disheveled and wet as he catches you on his phone

୨୧ plug!dabi who asks with a wicked smile, “did you find something you didn’t like, pretty?”

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[21280]

“how much longer is this gonna fuckin take?”

your boyfriend katsuki grumbles, his gaze longing on his hand. your fingers gently hold his, the brush on your hand carefully painting strokes of crimson on his nail.

“if you want a pretty design, then a while.”

he sighs and turns his head, feeling the brush swirling around his nail bed. you hum some random tune as you pick up another brush, dipped in acetone, and carefully swiping it around his cuticle.

“the hell are you doing?”

“cleaning up the design, unless you want contact dermatitis” you smile, “wouldn’t want my favorite customer to get hurt.”

“why are you suddenly doing nails anyway?”

“oh, y’know, to buy the ninja swirl, seen it on tiktok a few times.”

that’s a lie. you started doing nails in order to save up for your boyfriend’s birthday present, which was a custom license plate for his porsche. nonetheless, you think a ninja swirl would benefit you and katsuki. you set down the brush and drive his hand towards the lamp. a minute later, you retrieve it to show your boyfriend the final result.

red, orange and green decorate the explosion doodles on his nails, and you can’t help but smirk. “guess your nails are explosive, huh?”

“yeah after that joke i ain’t payin ya one penny.”

[cei1ne]

—What the MHA men do for you on Valentine’s Day, aka the most romantic holiday! Pt.2

*♡∞:｡.Summary: Headcanons and Scenarios of a few MHA men on Valentine’s Day and what they’re doing and how they’re acting. Part 2!

✧༻Pairing: Shouta Aizawa (Erasurehead) ; Keigo Takami (Hawks) ; Enji Todoroki (Endeavor) ; Shoto Todoroki; Tenya Iida

❀°:.•Tags: Fluff ; Cute ; Love life ; Valentine’s Day ; Married ; Dating ; Tsundere ; Quiet lovers ; Gift giving ; Loving

•∘ɷ∘•°✿Wordcount: 13k

⑅*⑅୨୧⑅*A/N: Part two even if it isn’t Valentine’s Day anymore! And I hope I included everyone and if someone wants another character included, write it below and enjoy it! I tried my best and English isn’t my first language! I literally fell asleep while writing this so I didn’t post it yesterday I’m sorry!!! Anyways doing this omw home from school rn.

Part 1!

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—Headcanons of the MHA men

Shouta Aizawa

1. Minimalist but Meaningful: Aizawa isn’t one for flashy displays of affection. He believes love is shown through actions rather than extravagant gifts, so his Valentine’s Day efforts are always subtle but deeply personal.

2. Quality Time Over Everything: He cherishes a quiet evening with you more than anything. A cozy night in, wrapped in blankets with a cup of tea and a good book (or cat videos playing in the background), is his ideal way to spend Valentine’s Day.

3. Handwritten Notes: He’s not one for grand speeches, but he’ll leave you little notes throughout the day. Some are simple reminders like “Don’t forget to eat” or “Be safe,” but on Valentine’s Day, they’re slightly softer—things like “Thank you for being my peace��� or “I love coming home to you.”

4. Subtle Protectiveness: Aizawa shows his love in quiet ways, like keeping you on the inside of the sidewalk or placing a protective hand on your back in crowded areas. On Valentine’s Day, he might not say much, but the way he instinctively reaches for your hand when walking tells you everything you need to know.

5. Soft but Rare Romantic Gestures: Every once in a while, he’ll surprise you with something small but meaningful. Maybe it’s a gift card to your favorite café, or a book you mentioned weeks ago. He remembers every little detail about you, even if he doesn’t always say it outright.

Teigo Takami

1. Over-the-Top Romantic: Hawks doesn’t do anything halfway, and Valentine’s Day is no exception. He’ll go all out—think extravagant gestures, surprise dates, and dramatic declarations of love. He wants to make sure you know just how much you mean to him.

2. Loves Giving and Receiving Affection: He thrives on physical touch, so expect lots of hugs, kisses, and playful touches throughout the day. He’ll tease you endlessly but will also drop unexpectedly heartfelt compliments that leave you flustered.

3. Sky-High Dates: If he could, he’d spend the entire day flying around with you in his arms, showing you breathtaking views. He loves the idea of sharing his world with you—literally. Sunset flights are his personal favorite way to celebrate.

4. Acts Like He’s Effortless (But He Secretly Plans Everything): He makes it seem like he threw the whole day together last minute, but in reality, he’s been planning for weeks. He wants everything to be perfect, even if he pretends he’s just winging it.

5. Loves Spoiling You: Expect a ridiculous number of gifts. From your favorite snacks to limited-edition merch of things you casually mentioned once, Hawks remembers every detail about you. He enjoys seeing your face light up when he surprises you with something special.

Enji Todoroki

1. Traditional but Awkward: Enji isn’t great with romance, but he tries. He’ll stick to classic Valentine’s traditions—dinner reservations, flowers, maybe a small gift—but there’s an underlying awkwardness to it because he’s still learning how to express affection properly.

2. Acts Stoic but Cares Deeply: He won’t openly gush about his feelings, but his actions speak volumes. Whether it’s making sure you’re safe, subtly adjusting the temperature so you’re comfortable, or paying attention to the little things you like, he shows love in his own quiet way.

3. Prefers Private, Intimate Moments: He’s not a fan of public displays of affection, but in private, he’s surprisingly tender. He enjoys peaceful evenings at home where he can relax and just be with you without the weight of his hero persona.

4. Overprotective Without Realizing It: If he sees someone flirting with you, his mere presence alone is enough to scare them off. He doesn’t mean to be intimidating, but his intense aura makes it clear that you’re his and no one should overstep boundaries.

5. Struggles with Words but Means Well: He might not say “I love you” often, but when he does, it carries a lot of weight. Instead, he expresses his feelings through thoughtful gestures—cooking for you, making sure you’re taken care of, or pulling you into a firm yet warm embrace.

Shoto Todoroki

1. Understated but Thoughtful: Shoto isn’t one for grand gestures, but he makes sure whatever he does is deeply meaningful. He’ll remember little details—your favorite flowers, a book you mentioned wanting, or a place you’ve always wanted to visit—and incorporate them into his plans.

2. Still Learning About Romance: Since he didn’t grow up around affectionate relationships, he sometimes struggles with expressing his feelings. He might ask his friends (or even Google) for advice, but in the end, he always puts his own quiet, genuine effort into making you feel special.

3. Prefers Private, Intimate Dates: He’d rather spend quality time with you in a peaceful setting than go somewhere loud or extravagant. A cozy evening at home, a walk through a snowy park, or a simple but meaningful outing is more his style.

4. Gives Sentimental Gifts: He doesn’t just buy random chocolates or flowers; whatever he gives you has personal significance. It might be a piece of jewelry with an engraving, a hand-written letter, or something that reminds him of a special moment you shared.

5. Subtle but Deeply Loving: Shoto isn’t the type to gush about his feelings, but he shows them in quiet ways—holding your hand just a little tighter, making sure you’re warm when it’s cold, or brushing your hair behind your ear when he thinks you’re not looking.

Tenya Iida

1. Extremely Organized and Thorough: Tenya treats Valentine’s Day like an important mission. He plans everything—the schedule, the restaurant, backup plans in case something goes wrong. He wants the day to go smoothly because he believes showing appreciation should be done properly.

2. A Perfect Gentleman: He insists on doing everything chivalrously—opening doors, pulling out chairs, walking on the side of the street closest to traffic. He sees it as his duty to make sure you feel cherished and respected.

3. Loves Meaningful Gestures: While he enjoys classic gifts like chocolates and flowers, he prefers giving things with significance. He’ll write you a heartfelt letter, compose a list of reasons why he admires you, or craft a personalized itinerary for a day that’s all about you.

4. Gets Flustered Easily but Tries His Best:He isn’t the smoothest when it comes to romance, and any teasing on your part will make him short-circuit a little. But he’s genuine—every nervous compliment, every overly enthusiastic gesture comes from the heart.

5. Believes in Long-Term Commitment: He doesn’t view love as something fleeting. If he’s with you, he’s serious about it. Valentine’s Day isn’t just about romance to him—it’s about reaffirming his dedication to you, now and in the future.

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—Scenarios of the MHA men

Shouta Aizawa

Valentine’s Day had never been a big deal for Aizawa.

He had always seen it as just another commercialized holiday—an excuse for florists to double their prices and for restaurants to be packed with couples forcing awkward, overly romantic gestures. But you? You had a way of making things different.

It wasn’t about the flowers or the chocolates. It wasn’t about expensive gifts or elaborate dates. It was about time—something Aizawa cherished more than anything. And if there was one thing he wanted to give you today, it was just that.

Which was why, instead of planning something extravagant, he left a simple note for you that morning.

“Meet me at home after work. Don’t be late.”

He didn’t need to say more. He knew you’d understand. Period we know our man

When you arrived that evening, the apartment was unusually quiet. The usual hum of the city was muffled through the closed windows, and the space was dimly lit by a few warm lamps.

You found Aizawa sitting on the couch, his hair still damp from a shower, dressed in his usual loungewear with his capture weapon loosely draped over his shoulders. The scent of freshly brewed tea lingered in the air, and next to him on the table was a second cup—waiting for you.

“You’re late,” he murmured, though his tone held no real annoyance.

You rolled your eyes, setting your bag down. “By like, five minutes.”

He hummed in response, patting the empty space beside him. Without hesitation, you sank into his warmth, letting out a content sigh as he pulled the blanket over both of you.

“This is nice,” you murmured, taking the tea into your hands. It was your favorite blend—just the way you liked it.

Aizawa exhaled, his fingers tracing absentminded circles on your arm. “You work hard. You deserve a quiet night.”

A pause.

“And I wanted to spend today with you.”

Your heart swelled at the softness in his voice. You tilted your head up, pressing a small kiss to his jaw. “You’re kind of a romantic, you know that?”

He scoffed. “Don’t start.”

You laughed, settling deeper into his warmth. If this was his idea of Valentine’s Day, you wouldn’t change a thing.

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He wasn’t one to make long, heartfelt declarations. He wouldn’t shower you in grand romantic speeches. But love, in its truest form, was woven into everything he did.

It was in the way he woke up earlier than usual to make sure you had coffee before work. The way he made sure you never skipped meals, even if it meant shoving a snack into your hands before you left the house. The way he always pulled you closer in his sleep, even if he swore he wasn’t a clingy sleeper.

And tonight, it was in the way he planned this—a simple, quiet night in, just the two of you.

“Did you eat today?” he asked after a while, his fingers still idly stroking your arm.

You gave him a sheepish smile. “Uh… kind of?”

Aizawa sighed, already expecting that answer. Without a word, he reached over to the coffee table and grabbed a small takeout bag, handing it to you. “Figured as much. I ordered your favorite earlier.”

Your eyes widened as you peeked inside, finding neatly packed containers of your go-to comfort food. The warmth of the meal seeped through the bag, making your stomach grumble in anticipation.

“You’re the best,” you mumbled, already opening the first container.

Aizawa smirked slightly. “I know.”

You nudged him with your elbow, and he let out a low chuckle before settling back into the couch.

The two of you ate in comfortable silence, the kind that didn’t need to be filled with constant conversation. The occasional clink of utensils and the soft hum of the city outside were the only sounds that filled the space.

It was simple. Uncomplicated. Perfect.

And when you finished eating, Aizawa gently pulled you back into his embrace, his arms wrapping around you with quiet possessiveness.

“Comfy?” he murmured.

You nodded against his chest. “Very.”

Aizawa let out a content sigh, his chin resting atop your head. “Good.”

Because this? This was everything he needed.

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At some point in the night, Aizawa shifted, reaching for something on the coffee table.

You blinked as he handed you a small envelope, the edges slightly creased from being in his pocket all day.

“What’s this?” you asked, turning it over curiously.

He shrugged, looking away as if he wasn’t mildly self-conscious about it. “Just open it.” We know damn well you got sweaty ass hands rn

You carefully tore the envelope open, pulling out a simple piece of paper. It wasn’t a store-bought Valentine’s card or anything fancy—just a plain sheet with his handwriting scrawled across it.

“You’re the best part of my days. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

It wasn’t long. It wasn’t overly poetic. But it was him. Straightforward. Honest.

And it meant everything.

Your chest tightened as you looked up at him. “Shouta…”

Aizawa cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s dumb, I know. But I figured you deserved more than just dinner and a quiet night.”

You smiled, carefully folding the note and holding it close to your heart. “It’s not dumb. It’s perfect.”

His shoulders relaxed slightly, as if reassured by your reaction.

You set the note aside and leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his lips. Aizawa responded instantly, his grip tightening around your waist, pulling you closer. The kiss was deep, unhurried—filled with unspoken words that neither of you needed to say out loud.

When you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, your fingers tracing gentle patterns along his jawline.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Aizawa hummed, his fingers tangling in your hair. “For what?”

“For loving me in your own way.”

His lips quirked up at the corner. “You make it easy.”

You laughed softly, curling back into him as he pulled the blanket tighter around you both.

And as the night stretched on, wrapped in warmth and quiet love, you knew one thing for certain—Aizawa didn’t need grand gestures to show how much he cared.

Because love wasn’t just about words. It was in the little things. The quiet moments. The simple gestures that spoke louder than anything else.

And Aizawa Shouta loved you in every way that mattered.

Keigo Takami

You should have expected something extravagant from Hawks.

You’d barely woken up when a knock sounded at your door. Still groggy, you shuffled over, cracking it open to see a delivery worker holding an absurdly large bouquet—bright red roses with golden-tipped petals.

“Delivery for Y/N,” they said cheerfully.

You accepted the flowers, your sleepy brain still processing the fact that Hawks had gone this over the top already. Tucked between the roses was a small note with his signature scribbled across it.

“Get ready, babe. Your wings arrive in 10 minutes.”

You didn’t have time to question it before, true to his word, Keigo himself swooped down from the sky, landing on your balcony with a dazzling grin.

“Morning, beautiful!” he greeted, stretching his arms out as if waiting for you to run into them. “Ready for the best Valentine’s Day of your life?”

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “Keigo, it’s barely 9 AM. How did you even—?”

He held up a finger. “Ah-ah, no questions! Just trust me.”

With a dramatic bow, he extended a hand toward you. “Your ride awaits, my love.”

You sighed, shaking your head, but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips as you took his hand. “This better not get too crazy.”

Keigo laughed. “No promises, babe.

And with that, he wrapped his arms securely around you and took off, the wind rushing past as he carried you into the sky.

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Keigo’s idea of a Valentine’s Day date was anything but ordinary.

He took you to a private rooftop garden—one you were pretty sure he technically wasn’t supposed to have access to, but when had that ever stopped him? The space was beautifully set up, a cozy little table adorned with your favorite breakfast pastries, fresh fruit, and, of course, more flowers.

“Keigo…” you breathed, taking in the scene.

He beamed, clearly pleased with your reaction. “Pretty sweet, huh? Thought we’d start the day off right—with the best view in town.”

He wasn’t wrong. The city stretched out beneath you, bathed in the golden hues of the morning sun. It was peaceful up here, away from the noise and chaos below.

As you both settled in, Keigo wasted no time in teasing you. “Sooo, on a scale of one to ‘I’m totally in love with you,’ how much do you adore me right now?”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest made it impossible to deny how much effort he’d put into this. “You’re insufferable.”

He grinned, leaning in closer. “That’s not a no.”

You took a bite of your pastry, pretending to ignore him. “Mmm, this is good.”

Keigo pouted. “Okay, okay, fine. I’ll take that as an ‘I’m swooning but too proud to admit it.’”

You snorted, and he laughed, reaching across the table to brush his fingers against yours. His playful energy softened for a moment, his golden eyes warm as they met yours.

“Seriously, though,” he murmured, “I know I joke a lot, but I really do mean it when I say you’re the best thing in my life, Y/N.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

Keigo might’ve been all about grand gestures, but moments like this? The quiet sincerity in his voice, the way his fingers lingered against yours—those were the things that truly made your heart soar.

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The day had been a whirlwind—after breakfast, Keigo had taken you on a literal sky tour, swooping through the clouds, pointing out places below with a childlike excitement that was contagious. He’d surprised you with little gifts throughout the day, each one something personal and thoughtful.

Now, as the sun began to set, the two of you sat on a high-rise rooftop, watching the city lights flicker to life.

Keigo exhaled, stretching his arms behind his head. “Man, today was perfect.

You laughed. “I think you just like showing off your flight skills.”

He smirked. “Guilty. But mostly, I just like making you smile.”

You turned to him, your heart full. “You do that every day, Keigo.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his expression unreadable. Then, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box.

Your breath hitched.

“Relax, it’s not that kind of ring,” he teased, flipping the box open to reveal a delicate golden band—a simple, beautiful design, engraved with tiny feathers along the inside.

He took your hand, slipping it onto your finger. “Just a little something to remind you that no matter where I am—whether I’m on duty, flying across the country, or caught up in hero work—you’re always with me.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, your eyes stinging with emotion. “Keigo…”

He tilted his head. “Too much?”

You shook your head, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

Keigo chuckled, wrapping his wings around you, cocooning you in warmth. “That’s my line, babe.” WHOAAWHOHOAAAA

As the city buzzed beneath you, as the stars blinked awake in the sky, you realized something—this wasn’t just another extravagant display of affection.

This was Keigo, in all his chaotic, loving, fiercely devoted glory.

And you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Enji Todoroki

Enji wasn’t the kind of man who put much thought into holidays.

Or at least, he never used to.

Valentine’s Day had always seemed like an unnecessary, over-commercialized event—something flashy and superficial. But then you came into his life, and suddenly, things he never cared about before started to matter.

Which was why, despite his usual reluctance toward romantic gestures, he found himself standing in the middle of a flower shop, staring at a display of roses with an intensity that made the store clerk nervous.

“Do you… need help, sir?” the clerk asked hesitantly.

Enji exhaled through his nose. “What do people usually buy for… these occasions?”

The poor clerk stammered out a few suggestions, but Enji barely listened, his mind already preoccupied with something else. He wanted to get this right. He wanted to try.

By the time he left the shop, he had a bouquet in one hand and a small, neatly wrapped box in the other. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

And for you, he was willing to learn.

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When you arrived home thoat evening, you were surprised to find Enji already there, standing in the kitchen with an almost uncertain expression.

“You’re early,” you noted, setting your bag down.

He cleared his throat, shifting slightly. “I took the evening off.”

Your eyebrows raised. Endeavor? Taking a break on purpose? That was rare. But before you could comment, he stepped forward, handing you the bouquet without a word.

You blinked, looking between him and the flowers. “Are these… for me?”

He gave a small nod, his gaze flickering away as if embarrassed. “It’s Valentine’s Day. I figured…” He trailed off, running a hand through his hair before exhaling. “I wanted to do something for you.”

Your heart softened at the effort.

You took the flowers carefully, brushing your fingers over the petals. “They’re beautiful, Enji. Thank you.”

There was a noticeable tension in his shoulders, like he wasn’t sure how you’d react. But at your gentle smile, he relaxed—just a little.

“There’s more,” he muttered, stepping aside to reveal a carefully set dining table. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was clear that he had gone out of his way to prepare a meal.

Your chest tightened with warmth. “You cooked?”

He grunted, crossing his arms. “I tried.”

It was such an Enji way to approach things—no grand declarations, no overly sentimental words. A quiet effort. A steady, unwavering presence.

And that meant more to you than any extravagant gesture ever could.

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After dinner, the two of you found yourselves sitting together in the dim glow of the fireplace.

It was rare for Enji to have a moment like this—where he wasn’t burdened by work or his own self-imposed expectations. But tonight, he let himself relax, leaning back against the couch as you curled up beside him.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” you murmured, resting your head against his shoulder.

His arm tightened around you slightly. “I wanted to.”

A comfortable silence settled between you, the warmth of the fire casting flickering shadows across the room.

After a moment, Enji reached into his pocket and pulled out the small box he had bought earlier. Without a word, he handed it to you

Curious, you opened it, revealing a delicate pendant in the shape of a flame—elegant yet understated, just like him.

Your breath hitched. “Enji…”

He cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable with the vulnerability of the moment. “It reminded me of you.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, fingers tightening around the chain. “It’s perfect.”

For a man who often struggled to express himself, this was his way of saying everything he couldn’t put into words.

You turned to him, reaching up to gently cup his face. “Thank you. For this. For tonight.”

His eyes softened, and for once, he didn’t look away. “You deserve it.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his jaw before settling back into his embrace.

Enji Todoroki wasn’t a man of grand speeches or poetic words.

But his love was a slow-burning fire—steady, unwavering, and fiercely protective.

And as you sat there, wrapped in his warmth, you knew one thing for certain.

This was enough.

Because Enji didn’t need to say “I love you” for you to know that he did.

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto had never celebrated Valentine’s Day before.

Growing up, it was just another day—no warm memories, no traditions, no excitement. But now, with you, things were different. He wanted to make this day special for you, even if he wasn’t sure how.

Which was why, two weeks before Valentine’s, he found himself sitting in the dorm common room, quietly taking notes as his friends debated the best ways to celebrate.

“Chocolate is a must,” Kaminari declared. “Girls love chocolate!”

“Not just chocolate, though,” Kirishima chimed in. “It’s gotta be thoughtful. Something that means something to her.”

Shoto frowned slightly, tapping his pen against the notebook in front of him. He had already planned to get you chocolates, but clearly, that wasn’t enough.

“What are you writing?” Midoriya asked, peeking over his shoulder.

Shoto casually closed the notebook. “Nothing.”

Midoriya gave him a knowing smile but didn’t push.

By the time February 14th arrived, Shoto had everything planned. He wasn’t sure if it was perfect, but it was the best way he knew how to show you how much you meant to him.

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The morning of Valentine’s Day, you woke up to find a neatly wrapped package waiting for you outside your door.

Curious, you picked it up, carefully unwrapping it to find a beautiful scarf inside—soft, thick, and woven with shades of deep red and icy blue. A small note was tucked inside.

“It reminded me of us. Meet me at the front gates at 5 PM. –Shoto”

Your heart swelled at the thoughtfulness. It wasn’t just a random gift; it was something personal, something that reflected the two of you.

When the time came, you made your way to the front of UA, where Shoto was already waiting, his breath visible in the crisp winter air

“You’re wearing it,” he noted, his voice quiet but pleased.

“Of course,” you said, adjusting the scarf around your neck. “It’s perfect.”

His lips twitched into the smallest of smiles. “I’m glad.”

Without another word, he took your hand, leading you down a quiet path toward a secluded park. Snow had begun to fall gently around you, dusting the ground in a thin, glistening layer.

“I wanted to take you somewhere peaceful,” he admitted. “Just the two of us.”

You squeezed his hand, touched by his consideration. “This is perfect, Shoto.”

For a while, the two of you simply walked, the silence between you warm and comfortable. Every now and then, he’d glance at you, as if making sure you were enjoying yourself.

Eventually, he stopped near a small clearing, pulling out a thermos from his coat pocket.

“I made hot chocolate,” he said, a little hesitant. “I wasn’t sure if it would taste right, but… I wanted to try.”

Your heart melted at the sight of him—so earnest, so genuinely trying to make this day special for you.

Taking the cup from his hands, you took a sip and smiled. “It’s perfect, just like everything else today.”

His expression softened, and for a moment, he just looked at you, his heterochromatic eyes reflecting the snowfall around you.

“I never really understood what Valentine’s Day was supposed to be about,” he admitted. “But now… I think I do.”

You tilted your head. “And what do you think it’s about?”

His fingers tightened around yours, his gaze steady.

“Being with the person who makes everything feel warmer,” he said simply.

Your breath caught.

And then, before you could say anything else, he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

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After your walk, Shoto took you back to his dorm room, where he had one last surprise waiting.

On his desk sat a small wooden box, carved with delicate patterns along the edges. He picked it up, holding it out to you.

“I made this,” he said, a little shyly. “I’m still learning, so it’s not perfect, but…”

You opened the box, your eyes widening at what was inside.

It was a collection of small, folded notes—each one carefully written, each one meant just for you.

You picked up the first one, unfolding it to read.

“I admire you more than I know how to say.”

Swallowing thickly, you reached for another.

“I want to be someone who makes you as happy as you make me.”

Your hands trembled as you looked back up at him. “Shoto, this is…”

He shifted, a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks. “I’m not good at saying how I feel sometimes,” he admitted. “But I wanted you to know. So… whenever you need to hear it, you can read one of these.”

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by the quiet but powerful way he showed his love.

Setting the box down carefully, you stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He stiffened slightly at first, then melted into your embrace, his arms coming around you, his warmth seeping into your skin.

“You don’t need to say anything,” you murmured against his chest. “I already know.”

He sighed softly, resting his chin on top of your head.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said, so quiet you almost missed it.

Your heart clenched, and you pulled back just enough to look at him.

“I love you too, Shoto.”

His lips twitched, and then, for the first time that night, a full, genuine smile broke across his face.

And as the snow continued to fall outside, as his warmth surrounded you, you knew that this—this—was what love truly felt like.

Tenya Iida

Valentine’s Day was not a day Tenya Iida took lightly.

If he was going to celebrate love, he was going to do it right.

Which was why, the night before, he had mapped out everything. The perfect date, the best restaurant, even the precise timing of each event. His notebook was filled with color-coded plans and contingency strategies—because if there was one thing Iida disliked, it was unforeseen obstacles.

So when February 14th arrived, he was ready.

Or at least, he thought he was.

Because the moment he saw you walking toward him, dressed beautifully with a bright smile just for him, every ounce of structure in his brain short-circuited.

“Tenya?” you tilted your head, amused at his frozen stance.

He quickly snapped out of it, adjusting his glasses. “A-Ah! Yes! You look absolutely stunning! I—I mean, I knew you always looked lovely, but today you look particularly—uh—let us begin our scheduled itinerary!”

You giggled, slipping your arm through his. “Lead the way, Mr. Class President.”

And just like that, his carefully crafted plan began.

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The first stop on his itinerary was a highly-rated restaurant, one he had called weeks in advance to secure the best table.

Except when you arrived, a flustered hostess greeted you with an apologetic bow.

“We’re so sorry, but there was a mix-up in the reservations, and we’re currently at full capacity.”

Tenya stiffened. “Impossible! I confirmed my reservation three times!”

“I—I know, sir! But unfortunately, the system—”

Before she could finish, you placed a hand on Tenya’s arm, soothing him instantly. “It’s okay, we can go somewhere else,” you reassured him.

Tenya inhaled sharply, composing himself before turning to you. “I refuse to let this minor inconvenience ruin our evening. Allow me to activate Plan B!”

You bit back a smile. “Plan B?”

“Yes! I anticipated the possibility of restaurant complications and have prepared an alternate location!” He straightened proudly, adjusting his tie. “Come, my love, we shall proceed to the next venue!”

Your heart melted a little at the title—he rarely called you that out loud.

Plan B turned out to be a charming little café with a rooftop garden. Though it wasn’t his original plan, the cozy atmosphere and twinkling fairy lights made it feel even more special.

As you sat across from him, sipping your drinks, he exhaled in relief. “I apologize for the mishap earlier. I wanted today to be flawless.”

You reached over, taking his hand. “It already is, Tenya. Because it’s with you.”

The redness that spread across his face was immediate.

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After dinner, Tenya’s itinerary included a peaceful evening walk, but the universe seemed determined to test him once more.

It started raining.

Not just a light drizzle—a downpour.

Tenya groaned, gripping his umbrella tightly. “This was not in the forecast!”

You couldn’t help it—you laughed, absolutely delighted by the turn of events. “Maybe we should just go with the flow, Tenya.”

“But—but our plans—”

You reached up, cupping his face gently. “We don’t need plans. As long as we’re together, that’s enough.”

His blue eyes searched yours, the tension in his shoulders slowly melting. “You’re right,” he murmured, covering your hands with his own.

Then, in a rare moment of spontaneity, he tugged you close and pressed a firm, passionate kiss to your lips.

The rain poured around you, but neither of you cared.

Because in that moment, the only thing that mattered was each other.

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𓄲 𝓞𝑵𝑬 𝓒𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ; katsuki bakugou ! !

content warning: wc - 1.4k. third year! reader & katsuki. profanity. lower case intended. katsuki has hearing aids. bakugou parents mentioned. alcohol consumption - not by reader or katsuki. minor angst. a/n: FIRST POST, YAY ! reblogs and comments are very much appreciated !

“what do you want?”

katsuki has an attitude. his face is pulled into a pretty scowl, brows furrowed just the slightest bit, and his voice has a certain . . . edge to it. you disregard his attitude and smile widely. “katsuki! just the guy i was looking for.”

he blinks at you for a moment, then narrows his eyes. “you’re at my dorm.” another blink, a shake of his head. “whatever. what do you want?”

you push past him into his room, ignoring the grunt of annoyance that he gives you, and sit down on his desk chair. this is a normal occurrence—you barging into his room and talking his ear off. since second year, when you were officially adopted into what denki calls “the baku-squad,” his room has become one of your favorite places to be. 

unlike denki’s messy room, and mina’s completely cluttered room, katsuki’s room is clean, cozy, and neat. there’s a few posters on the wall, two of all might and one of katsuki’s favorite band. he absolutely never has the big light on, always opting for the lamp in the corner of his room that gives off an orange-ish hue. 

“i have a problem,” you state simply. he swings the door shut and walks to his bed—you take that as a sign to keep talking. “so, there’s that that in present mic’s coming up and—”

“no.” he lays down on his bed, resting the back of his head against the wall, and pulls out his phone.

“you didn’t even let me finish my sentence!”

“you want me to help you study.” he grumbles, eyes briefly flicking over to meet your own. “and i said no. go ask mina or shittyhair, or something.”

now it’s your turn to blink. because, while you love them both so very dearly, you and katsuki both know that they aren’t the brightest when it comes to grammar.

“please!” you exclaim, standing quickly and walking to the side of his bed. you sit down and feel your weight making a dip. “i am literally desperate, katsuki. like, name anything and i’ll do it. you want me to do your laundry? done. want me to make dinner for a week? i can’t promise it will be good, but that’s fine. want me to . . . to . . . i don’t know, beat the shit out of somebody? done!”

he looks up from his phone now, a smile on his face. a terrifying, creepy, mischievous grin. you narrow your eyes slightly. “anything?” he repeats.

you swallow hard. “with- within reason, of course.”

“alright, y/n.” he pushes himself up into an upright position, discarding his phone off to the side. “i’ll help you study for mic’s test. on one condition.”

—

“this is . . . not what i had in mind when you ‘one condition,’ katsuki.”

he clicks his tongue and turns to you, now facing away from the mirror. “what did you think i was gonna ask for? don’t got nothing for you to do that i can’t do myself.” his hands are messily fumbling with his tie, the same scowl from earlier plastered on his face. “are you gonna help me with this damn thing, or are you just going to stand there and gawk at me?”

you flush. because, yes, you were gawking, but there’s no reason for him to know that. “i was not gawking at you, just wondering how you have fashion designers for parents and don’t know how to properly tie a tie.” you roll your eyes, but walk over to him, fingers shaking as they reach for the red fabric around his neck. “i can’t even believe you come to these types of things. didn’t think you’d be into dinner parties.”

he doesn’t answer immediately, but you can feel his gaze in your face. you refuse to meet his eyes, not when you’re this close to him. 

there’s always been . . . something between you and katsuki. he’s always been nicer to you—well, as nice as katsuki can get, at least. ”accidentally” making extra of your favorite food; movie night, when he kicks kirishima off the couch so you don’t have to sit on the floor; texting you first, rather than never responding to your texts like he does to the rest of your guys’ friends.

you’ve noticed it, of course. how could you not? you notice him staring when he thinks he’s being discreet. you’ve noticed the small, barely there smiles that he gives you when you’re talking to him about something random.

“we’re going to be late,” you say, hands dropping to your side awkwardly. you take a step back, eyes still glued to the tie. “it’s fixed. come on, let's get out there before your mom kills us.”

you turn before he can say anything else. 

you can hear everyone before you even open the door. but once you do, the sound is almost magnified. you turn back to katsuki with narrowed eyes. “do not turn your hearing aids off during this dinner, or i will strangle you.”

he rolls his eyes and sighs heavily. “i won’t. i think my mom would kick my ass harder than you would.”

“oh, please,” you roll your eyes as you make your way down the hallway.

the party is . . . fine. it’s mostly adults—older women who work with mitsuki, accompanied by their husbands. a few of the men there work alongside masaru, as well. you’re not really sure why katsuki had to come, or why you both had to dress up so fancy, but you don’t ask him about it.

there are a few awkward moments when the said older women ask you two how long you’ve been together, or if you’re thinking about marriage and kids yet, but katsuki takes it like a pro.

“we’re not together,” he says, more than once.

“she’s not my girlfriend,” he says through gritted teeth, more than once.

“we’re friends.” he rolls his eyes and sends you a pleading look.

each time, it’s another stab to your heart. you’re well aware that katsuki does not have girlfriends. he has friends and he has school and he has being a pro-hero and, for him, that’s enough.

even when he invites you to a dinner party with his parents and their co-workers.

by the end of the night, your stomach is full, your head hurts, and you need probably ten hours of sleep to be caught up.

“that was . . .” you trail off, staring down at your heels as they click against the concrete. “i did not realize your parents were that big into parties. they go hard, huh?”

he huffs out a laugh, but it sounds more like a scoff. it always does. “yeah, it’s fuckin’ ridiculous. one glass of wine and the hag goes off the rails.”

you snicker, shoving his shoulder with your own. “how many times do i have to tell you not to call her that?” you playfully scowl, shaking your head. “your mother is a very nice woman.”

he stops in his tracks, and you do the same. his brows furrow and he jerks a thumb in the direction of his house. “my mother? bakugou mitsuki? are you sure we met the same person in there? blonde, loud, an asshole. sounding familiar?”

“very,” you hum, a small smile on your face.

“that is so not funny, y/n.”

he jogs back up to you just as you reach your car. “well,” you say, shrugging your shoulders. “that was . . . i won’t say fun, but i had an okay time. thanks for inviting me.”

“i didn’t really invite you. you kind of had to come.” he shrugs too, shoving his hands in his pockets. “but, uh, thanks. for coming, i mean. i didn’t want to do that by myself.”

“no problem, kats.” 

there’s a silence that falls over you two, like you both want to say something but won’t—or can’t. he opens his mouth to speak, but closes it again.

“i should probably go home,” you mumble, eyes drifting to your car. “my mom said be home by eleven.”

“right.” he nods once. you reach for your door handle, but he clears his throat and you freeze. “uh, hold on.” you turn to look at him again, head tilted. “my parents are doing another one of these things next weekend,” he explains, scratching the back of his neck. “do you wanna, uh, come?”

it’s not a confession. it’s not him asking you out on a date. hell, it’s not even him showing any interest towards you. but . . . your heart thumps in your chest and the smile that stretches across your face is almost involuntary.

“eat masaru’s food and gossip with drunk older women?” you ask, resting a hand on your hip. “count me in.” he starts to snicker, but you hold up a finger. “on one condition.”

the groan that leaves his mouth is the funniest thing that night.

and the smile on his face as you drive away is the prettiest goddamn thing you’ve ever seen. 

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Could I request Tamaki and Izuku with a witch!reader who uses magic?

This is a cute Idea :))

Pairings -> Tamaki Amajiki, Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> Reader is a witch that can use magic

Genre -> Fluff

Tamaki Amajiki

Tamaki is interested on how this works

Like he knows it works like quirks

But you do it differently

You're a witch with a magic like casting spells

Making potions like healing potions

You also seem to have mind manipulation where you manipulate people's minds into doing something that you ask them do

You can even do combat skills as you are very good at that as well as you powers

Tamaki is very intrigued by your ability and you self combat skills

He wants to learn more about you and how things work around you

He also loves the witch outfit that you have as your hero costume

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku being Izuku

Once you first tell him your powers he would start writing in that book

Writing every detail in that book as he learns more and more about you

He even draws little doodles of you in that page just for you

He is so interested in you ability with your magic and how it works

Even wants to know how well you are in combat skills

He knows you do so much more rather than your magic

Izuku is one of those people who would ask so many questions about you and how long you've been practicing your magic and spells and other stuff as well

He even thinks your witch outfit from your hero costume is super adorable

He would compliment you because he just does

-A<3

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76 and 78 for the three-word prompts!

Thanks for the prompt requests Grace! Here's 78: “the dog’s cuter.” Working on 76 soon, you and Kisa both asked for that one! prompt from this list of three word prompts, feel free to send requests and I'll be working on them in the evenings over the next few weeks!

By a Thread

Tomua Shigaraki x reader tw: blood, wounds

It’s well past sundown in the dead of winter. A dusting of snow coats the surrounding trees, silencing your little world. You've been reading the book you picked up on your last visit to town. The words swirl around the paper as your eyes grow bleary with exhaustion. 

A singular knock against your wooden door sends your dog into a frenzy. You mark your page then approach cautiously, looking through a side window. It’s far too late for anyone to have made it through the deep forest without a strong reason. The people don’t come here at night. Not unless they’re not afraid of you and those people are typically violent.

Or desperate. 

The man outside appears to be both. You’ve never seen him before but you know exactly who he is. The townspeople speak of him in hushed whispers, even lower than those they use to refer to you. He has many names, most notably: the symbol of fear. But hunched over on the doorstep to your cottage he doesn’t look so fearful.

Tentatively, you crack the door. Your dog stops barking and nudges her way out, licking any exposed skin she can find on him. Having been raised in the forest with you, she’s usually weary of strangers. Falling to his knees, he reaches one hand up giving her a few gentle pats. The man doesn’t seem to be a threat.  

“You the witch?” he groans.

“Come in,” you grumble, stepping out of the doorway. 

The light of your fire casts a warm glow and allows you to get a better look at him. His stark white hair hangs in clumps over his scratched up face. The blood red eyes you've heard terrified whispers of stare up at you, pleading. 

He's in bad shape. 

Most of his clothes are in tatters. A deep red stain marks the front of his shirt, only barely visible through the dirt that's caked on him. From what it looks like, he dragged himself through the muddy slush for a while. He stumbles a bit further, into your home before slamming the door shut and collapsing onto your floor. 

You can sense that there's not much time to waste. Pulling your grimoire from the shelf, you flip frantically to one of the last spells. Even across the room can feel the curse coming off of him. This is more than a simple wound to heal. Still tired, your dazed mind struggles to pull the letters together into words. Finally you find it: an enchanted healing potion for the most extreme cases. It's strong enough that it'll be hard to pull off, even for you. 

You'll try anyway.

Rushing to grab the ingredients, you mumble their names under your breath. 

“Calendula. Agrimony. Mugwort. Arnica. A length of red string or thread. Thread?” 

You check the last one, making sure you read it right. “Huh,” you mutter to yourself, tucking a piece into your pocket before collecting a few more items from your shelves. 

With your arms stacked with jars, you bring them to your cauldron already hanging above the fire. While throwing a few crystals of acacia resin into the flames, you hear a creak behind you. 

“Off,” you snap at him over your shoulder.

“What? It's a couch. People sit on these.” Well, it's kind of a couch. It's a few wooden boxes stacked with tufted mattresses and a makeshift back. But it's your furniture and you would prefer it not to be ruined. 

“Not covered in mud you don’t,” you glare back at him.

“Your dog’s covered in mud and she’s up here,” he grumbles.

“The dog’s cuter.”

He really can’t argue with that, so instead he stands with a grimace and moves closer to the fire. Taking his long black jacket off, he hangs it near the warmth. Followed by his boots. Then he begins to unlace his pants.

“What are you doing?” you ask, sounding more startled than you mean to.

“You told me I couldn't go on the couch covered in mud. I'm fixing that.”

You're about to protest when you see it. “Oh fuck,” you exclaim at the sight of three massive slashes across his chest. Black spiderwebs radiating from each of them. 

You get back to work. 

Mixing the salve together is relatively easy if you follow the instructions. It's the last few parts with the added spells and intentions that get tricky. 

Meanwhile, the symbol of fear has collapsed back onto your couch in a worse state than before. He's conscious, but listless. His breathing has slowed and become more labored. Along with the minimal clothing left on him, he’s pulled your blanket over his legs. Your dog lays by his side, continuing to lick his face. It's a good effort. Even as a small furry witch's assistant in training, there's only so much she can do. 

“And lastly…” you trail off, staring hesitantly at him.

“What?” he huffs meekly from the couch. 

“Oh, you’re not going to like this.” His eyes crack open at you in curiosity, “I need your blood.”

Weakly, he points at his stained shirt hanging from your mantle. 

“No, fresh blood.” Without a fuss, his open hand reaches out to you. “Take it,” he whispers, closing his eyes and settling back into the mattress. 

Grasping his hand in yours, you're shocked at how soft it is. With the bits of stories you've overheard of the reign of terror he inflicted with his hands alone, you expected something more horrific. You're finding him to be anything but that. His pale fingers lightly twitch in reaction to your touch. They're cold but hold an odd warmth that you don't completely understand. 

You can't recall the last time you felt the skin of any other human, it's been so long. Most people only interact with you out of necessity and certainly never dare to come close. They're afraid of you. 

You wonder the last time anyone touched him. Right now, he looks like he could be any other boy. Tired and trying his best. Falling short and needing help. Who cares for the man that everyone fears? 

He coughs then grips his chest with a groan. You'll need to finish this quickly. 

Grabbing your knife, you hold it above the skin of his palm. Moments like these make you wonder how people allow you to do this. With a quick slice, he winces but doesn't pull away. You're able to collect the few drops you need. 

And now you add your blood. It appears this magic relies on sharing a lifeforce momentarily which allows you to be more forceful in banishing the curse. 

With a cost. 

There's always a cost. 

You glance over it, reading the important parts a few times. It's fine, you're already this far. Plus, the man breathing shallowly on your couch won't make it through the night if you stop here. So, you keep going. 

With the same quick motion, you leave a cut on your own hand. When your own blood drips into the mixture, it suddenly stops frothing.

It's ready. 

You think. 

The potion has turned as white as his hair and doesn't smell like anything. It’s warm to the touch but not nearly as hot as it should be for the amount of time it spent cooking over the fire. You ladle the goop into a smaller pot. 

“Lie still,” you instruct him, moving to his side. He lays flat on his back, giving you a nod to continue. You pour the mixture over his gashes then place your hands on top of them like the drawing instructed you to. He holds his breath in pain, occasionally sucking in air between his teeth. A few drops of sweat trickle down his brow. 

You adjust your hands, standing to get a better angle. With every ounce of energy left in you, you concentrate hard on pulling the curse from him. 

The milky white salve turns to grey then black before your eyes. Your hands begin to sting and your head is spinning. Suddenly, the exhaustion of everything overwhelms you. 

The world goes black. 

Golden light spills through the window, waking you. Based on the lack of sound and how bright it is, you would guess more snow fell last night. Your cheek is pressed into the chest of the man underneath you as he takes slow deep breaths. Last night when the spell was complete, you must have passed out on top of him. He must have been out cold as well, leaving you like this. 

Your dog snores soundly while the weight of her rests heavily on your legs. You try to wiggle your way free, but your furry friend won't budge. All you succeed in is waking him up. 

“Sorry,” you mumble, “I must have passed out on you last night.”

Rather than recoiling in horror, he throws an arm around you.

“‘s fine, just stop moving,” he grumbles, still not fully awake. After a few more attempts to extricate yourself while he growls at you, you give in. It's difficult to get comfortable now that you’re aware of the situation and feel awkward. Laying with another person is a foreign feeling and your back is killing you for having slept like this.

His skin feels dewey against yours and warmer than you remember another human being. It’s not so bad, if you’re stuck here. The close contact is making you giddy so it’ll be impossible to fall back asleep. 

When your powers showed up as a teenager, you fled to the forest. Missing the days when most people were courting each other and exploring, you spent your time building your skills in near exile. Some part of you has always been curious what it would be like. The cute little existence you’ve built with your dog is comfortable, but you still find yourself missing a closeness you’ve never known. This is by far the most human contact you’ve ever experienced. You wonder if it’s the same for him, if he’s spent his time as alone as you. If he ever longs for more from a world that only shows him fear.

Eventually, your dog stands to adjust herself and you roll off the couch.

“Cold,” he mumbles as you move away. Seeing her opportunity, your dog snuggles up to his chest. He pulls her close, rolling over and falling back asleep. Muscles stretch over his back, toned but you can still see every vertebrae running down his spine. You should probably feed him before he goes. 

You laugh at the thought. This is the opposite of your usual interaction with people who come to you for help - they bring you money or trades and you provide them with potions and charms. It’s an exchange, nothing more. The townspeople are also weary of you, leaving as quickly as possible so there’s never been a reason to care for someone before. With him it feels different.

You throw on your cloak and boots to head outside. The air is brisk but fresh with the new-fallen snow. Throwing a few pieces of wood against each other to knock the bugs off, you bring them inside and add them to the fire. As the flames grow, you pick up the stray jars from the floor, placing them back on the shelves and pulling out something more edible. A sack of crushed buckwheat from your last venture into town. Some dried huckleberries you picked last summer. A pinch of cardamom. After cleansing the cauldron of all magic, you begin breakfast. 

Soon, the food is simmering and the smell wakes him up. You watch the muscles of his stomach ripple as he presses himself to sit. Your dog wraps around him, laying her head in his lap. In response, he mindlessly pets behind her ears while watching you. 

“What was the trade?” he asks, voice still gravelly with sleep. His free hand runs over the large white scars on his chest where the slashes had been. When  you don’t immediately answer, he continues, gesturing at the slew of scars and rough patches over all of his skin. “There’s always a trade.”

Giving the porridge a quick stir, you turn to face him. “The spell needed to form a connection between us so I could share my life force with you and hit the curse more aggressively to pull it out. It was strong.” He nods. “Even after the effects end and the curse is lifted, the connection remains.”

“Like we’re together now?” he asks curiously, you note that there’s not a single trace of disappointment in his voice.

“Not quite,” you add, “it means our lives are intertwined in some way. It could mean anything. We could be enemies or just always affecting each other from a distance. It’s not anything in specific, just that our fates will always pull us back together.”

“Hmm,” he considers, scratching his shoulder without thinking. “That’s not so bad.”

“It’s not,” you smile back at him as the snow begins to fall gently outside the windows.

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taglist: @shigarakislaughter

[cyberesc]

FRIENDS

ft. izuku, katsuki, sero, shinsou, tamaki & ochako !!

smau: random moments of besties being besties (aka you both should date already and save everyone the trouble)

˖⁺‧₊˚ warnings: fluff, mutual pining, friends with no boundaries, reader is a little bratty, flirting, suggestive (nothing explicit), not proofread

note: you know what would be funny?🤭 if I make another smau based on this AU with them getting into a relationship (not with reader)

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Kirishima: You know, you were right. Y/n: About what specifically? Because I’m right about a lot of things.

[crownofgildedlilies]

Hi :) for the character + song thing what about denki or shinsou with Midas touch by kiss of life? <3 If u don’t know the song the chorus is basically “boy if I touch you, kiss you, you’re gon realize, baby that you think too much” :)

MIDAS TOUCH

pls consider this my official apology for how very long this has been sitting in my drafts

denki kaminari x reader

You realize a little too late that maybe you should have cut Denki off twenty minutes earlier.

You're not sure how many drinks he's had, but it's enough to make him lose his ability to stand up on his own. Granted, it's not very different than any other time you've hung out with Denki.

He's always been touchier than your other friends.

"Alright, I'm getting him out of here before he finally gets kicked out," You tease, waved goodbye to your friends before shoving Denki in the direction of the bar's exit. He doesn't need much more direction than that, unsteady feet carrying him through the crowd as your friends shout their usual jeers.

You're pretty sure that the only one who doesn't know about your crush on Denki Kaminari is Denki Kaminari.

You try to ignore them, and it becomes easier to do when you're finally outside. The cold breeze sends a shiver down your spine, but with the way Denki swings and arm over your shoulders—for balance, he swears—you can't find it in you to mind the cold. Besides, the walk back to Denki's apartment, where you'd already decided you'd crash in the spare room, isn't that long.

"Y'know something?" He starts, not too far from the bar you had just exited. His weight leans on you heavier, but his voice sounds more sober than you had originally thought, so you think he's just being dramatic.

You also think he's adorable.

"No, what?" You hum, unable to keep from wrapping your own arm around his middle, ready with the excuse of the cold if he were to question you. Though, you doubt he would, not when you saw the way the corner of his lips curve up slightly.

"I would be a good boyfriend. I really good boyfriend."

It's not even remotely close to what you thought he would say, and your lips part long enough to snort a laugh. It's not necessary at him, but he frowns all the same, so you sober up your giggles and give him the attention he had wanted from the beginning.

"I'm serious! I would buy flowers and chocolate and dinner. I want to do all the weird couple stuff because I'm weird. And I would never argue with my girl because what do I know?"

He rambles on like that for three whole blocks, and you just nod and let him speak. Your cheeks are hurting from smiling to much, and you can't help but laugh at some of the nonsense he says.

You're not prepared for when he suddenly stops, only twenty feet from his building.

"So, will you?" He's looking at you with wide, hopeful eyes and you know without a doubt that yes, you will, even if you don't remember what he's talking about.

But you also know Denki well enough to absolutely never agree to anything he asks without know exactly what he means. You'd seen Kiri and Sero say yes to far too many nights out that they had no business participating in.

"Will I, what?" You ask, arm still wrapped around his middle. He's sobered up immensely since leaving the bar, even going so far as standing on his own while he ranted.

"Let me be your boyfriend!" He shouts, loud enough to draw attention from strangers walking on the sidewalk around you. Without hesitation, you press your palm over his mouth to muffle his shouts.

"That's what that was all about?" You ask, smile quickly widening as his words process in your mind.

He'd asked you. In his own ridiculous, Denki Kaminari, way.

"Mhm," Even with your palm over his mouth, he mumbles out a response, nodding his head. Bright eyes are wide and watching you closely, desperate to find an answer to his question on your face.

You think you're smiling wider as you push yourself up and onto your tip-toes, lips brushing a kiss over his cheek, then his nose, and because you really can't help yourself, his other cheek.

A bolt of electricity zaps your palm and you jerk back. It doesn't hurt, but you're cautious when you loop your arm around his and tug him the final distance towards his building lobby.

"You talk too much." You grin, though he hasn't seemed to process what you did, yet. He pulls you close, though, and you're pretty sure you can feel his electricity buzzing underneath his skin.

He doesn't say anything, eyes wide and jaw literally dropped in shock. You think he might have short-circuited without actually using his quirk.

You think you'd love to let him be your boyfriend.

[cinnamqnx]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ boyfriend texts ft, katsuki bakugo

summary. text messages with your boyfriend, katsuki

warnings. very suggestive, sending nudes, angst with comfort, swearing

୨୧. random texts

୨୧. the argument

୨୧. the makeup

© cinnamqnx | do not plagiarise or translate any of my work

[21280]

the trust that katsuki has in you is absolutely hit or miss, but most times he trusts you blindly. and he doesn’t really show it in the most obvious ways. one way in which he shows it, though, is when he leaves things up to you when he’s unable to fight.

even when the fight is him sitting frustrated in the drivers seat of his porsche, the manual gear stick mockingly standing before his injured arm. it’s not everyday that katsuki gets badly hurt, and it’s not everyday that he can’t drive home from the pain.

his right foot is on the accelerator, left on the clutch. his right hand hovers over the gear stick, when katsuki’s arm jolts from the pain. he hisses, and before he can even let out a curse, your left hand moves the stick down.

you just shifted gears for him.

“if you won’t let me drive, then at least let me help you, katsuki.”

his eyes widen, a small smirk on his face. his foot presses the accelerator even harder, with a single command coming from his mouth.

“third.”

without even looking, you’re certain his foot is on the clutch yet again, and your hand moves the gear stick up. it’s not long before he speaks up again.

“fourth.”

the stick goes down, and katsuki’s smirk grows even bigger. not once do you hesitate, and his crimson car runs smoother than it ever does. it’s unlikely that katsuki lets down his pride and allows you to cover for him, so it’s moments like these that you treasure. the sound of the car speeding up snaps you out of your trance. there’s a slight stop, but it’s not from hesitation.

fifth. katsuki doesn’t even have to mention it.

the gear stick moves up, right, and up again. katsuki can only chuckle as you smile, his hand resting with yours on the stick.

“i hate that ya know me so well.”

“well i hate the fact that you’re not letting me drive, kats.”

he laughs, “no way in hell you’re drivin’ my car.”

[heartkaji]

currently thinking about bakugo “it’s not that deep” katsuki.

katsuki’s got a temper that makes him more chalant than not, but when it comes to everything else the blonde is relatively…unreactive. it’s not like he tries to be that way, he just has to be. when you’re surrounded by idiots like denki & sero on a daily basis, you eventually learn to choose your fucks & allocate them wisely.

“bakugo, class 1-B’s been hogging the hero equipment—how do we train now ?”

“it’s never that deep, tape face. just go later y’dumbass”

“bakubro, i think my situationship just blocked me—“

“literally just move on. really not that serious.”

the phrase has practically become katsuki’s signature one liner. so it’s a shock when his friends make you realize you’ve never actually heard the words from his lips.

“katsuki ? and nonchalant ? in the same sentence ? you must be joking.”

mina & sero are watching outer banks with your laptop while denki & kiri glance at each other in confusion. “you’re serious? he’s never said stuff like that to you ?”

“like ever?”

“never.” you run a brush through your hair. “though i guess i could imagine him talking to you guys that way.”

“double standards go crazy” mina mumbles. “real.”

“no, guys—all hope is not lost. it could be that y/n is really rational so he never has to say it, you feel me ?”

you scoff, but denki keeps talking, “we can test this out. just get y/n to act really dramatic and see how bakugo reacts.”

sero pauses the episode, ignoring the scowl that graces mina’s lips. “fifty bucks there really is a double standard and bakugo won’t act all nonchalant.”

“fifty bucks ? that’s half my salary!”

“not my fault you work at mcdonald’s dawg. you guys in or what ?”

kiri’s quick to strike the deal on kaminari’s behalf. denki’s about to protest when the fiery blond walks in.

“disgusting. why are you all sitting around like degenerates? not you baby.”

“what happened to ‘hello, how are you?’”

“hi ‘suki.” you purr, ignoring sero. katsuki dips his head to peck your lips, a quiet ‘hey pretty’ mumbled into your cheek.

sero snaps his fingers at the display of affection. “excuse me? in front of my obx?”

“the one you’re watching with my netflix subscription?” bakugo snaps the laptop shut and mina protests with a mouth full of popcorn. you’re about to playfully defend the duo when kirishima nudges your elbow. he cocks his head towards bakugo and you understand immediately.

“katsuki,” you tug at the hem of your boyfriend’s sleeve & look into his eyes with the most tender expression you can muster. “i’m out of lipliner.”

“okay ?”

you hear a snort and you know it’s from sero.

“there’s nothing ‘okay’ about it ‘suki. i need a new one or else i’ll literally die.”

bakugo’s brows knit in confusion. “is this your way of begging me for money?” he begins to dig at his wallet and you swat his arm away.

“beg is insane.”

“i don’t need your money.” you snap. “i need my lipliner. now”

“just order—“ “now.”

“what do you mean now? it’s almost nine pm, where the fuck are you going ?”

“nowhere. i just need it.”

“do you have a fever ?” “katsuki!”

“i need it now ‘suki,” you hug your arms around his body and place your chin on his chest. “if i don’t get it right now i’m literally gonna cry.”

your lips jut into a pout. you can tell he’s about to protest so you take his palm into your own. “it’s not that—fuck. whatever. where the hell are my keys ?”

he gently nudges you off him before grabbing the car keys off the front table, a string of grumbles leaving his lips as he sets out on the side quest regardless. he shuts the door behind him & suddenly the room buzzes back to life.

“y/n your pussy cannot be that good.”

“literally what i’m saying bro.”

“ho did you use rose quartz on him ??”

“i always knew you were a witch for real.”

“this whole interaction just piss me off.”

“i’m going home. denki and kiri, you owe me fifty bucks each.”

“EACH ?”

( bonus )

it’s nearly half an hour later & katsuki isn’t back so you’re starting to get worried. sero and the gang have already left, leaving you to deal with the growing anxiety by yourself. you finally decided to text your boyfriend only to find he’s sent you several messages already:

© ─ heartkaji ; do not steal, copy, edit, translate or reupload

[tmrajax]

embarrassing pictures

sending the mha boys an embarrassing picture of themselves🙀

ׂ ౨ৎ. cont. fem!reader, crack

ׂ ౨ৎ. incl. katsuki, izuku, shoto, touya, keigo, tamaki, eijiro

[thebestsetter]

"Boys don't cry"

He's heard those words ever since he was a little kid. The people around him always told him how he needed to be a "big boy", and big boys never cry.

He didn't cry when he scraped his knee on the slide. He didn't cry when he got his first failling grade. He didn't cry when things went badly in his life. He was sure his tear glands weren't even working at this point.

He never cries. He's a big boy. Big boys don't cry.

So why does he feel his cheeks wet when he sees you dressed in white?

Why does he feel like breaking down into tears while you make your way to the altar, smile radiant as ever and holding a big, pretty flower bouquet?

Why does he keep blinking his eyes as you approach him and link your hands with his? And why is his vision getting blurred when he realized you were soon to share the same last name?

It then dawned on him.

He wasn't a boy. He wasn't a big boy, either. He was a man.

And when the priest finally says: "You may kiss the bride" and he finally lets the tears fall freely as your mouths get closer, he realized he learned something today.

Boys don't cry, but men do.

And he was a man. Your man. And he would gladly cry in front of the whole world if it meant keeping that title.

TODOROKI SHOTO, Bakugou Katsuki, Kunigami Rensuke, REO MIKAGE (even tho he cried when Nagi left him lol), SENDOU SHUTO, Rin Itoshi, Megumi Fushiguro, Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, ATSUMU MIYA, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, Oikawa Tooru, IWAIZUMI HAJIME, Kuroo Tetsuro, Ushijima Wakatoshi, KITA SHINSUKE + your favs!

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