#my hero academia x reader

[sourdeers]

☰ ❝HEART BEAT❞

— contents: sleepy katsuki. denki and kirishima are menaces. established relationship. short. — word count ﹕ 556 — a/n: request found here.

“what is happening right now?”

”dude . . . he’s, like, asleep. in public.”

you don’t have to open your eyes to know it’s kirishima and denki standing in front of the couch, peering down at you and katsuki. you’d warned the blonde that falling asleep in the common room went against everything he stood for, and increased the risk of people finding out you were together, but he’d shrugged and said he didn't give a damn.

your eyes open just the slightest bit and kirishima flinches, taking a step back. “jesus, y/n!” he exclaims, clutching his chest dramatically. “you can’t scare a guy like that . . .”

”you guys better shut the hell up,” you whisper harshly, narrowing your eyes. you make sure not to move—not to shift too much and wake up your sleeping boyfriend. “if he wakes up and sees you two idiots staring at him, he’ll never take a nap again.”

simultaneously, they raise their hands in defense. 

“sorry, y/n,” denki says. “please, carry on with your . . . nap.”

the two of them share a glance, then snicker, then make their way out of the room. you let your head fall back into place, tucked into the crook of katsuki’s neck, and close your eyes with a sigh.

there’s maybe a minute and a half of silence before you hear giggles in the distance, accompanied by the sound of a camera going off. your eyes shoot open, immediately darting to the stairs, where kirishima, denki, mina, sero, and jiro are crouched down, phones pointed at the couch.

you narrow your eyes once again and furrow your brows. “what are you doing?” you mouth to them, lifting your head to look at them properly.

mina shrugs, a wide grin on her face. “when is the next time we’ll actually catch him lacking, huh?” she raises her brows and nods. “we have to take this loss and use it for our blackmail folder.”

”blackma—“ you start to repeat what she said, but katsuki shifts beside you and everyone freezes. nobody moves, nobody breathes.

katsuki isn’t a scary guy. no matter how the public paints him, no matter how many times he threatens to kill people, no matter how many times he’s accidentally made children cry—he’s not scary. 

however.

he does, in fact, hold a grudge. you ate his leftovers in first year once, and he didn’t talk to you for three months— even when you were his assigned training partner! denki made fun of his “bedtime” once, and the next day, denki had lime green hair.

you lay your head back down, keeping your eyes trained on the band of miscreants sitting on the stairs, and begin softly trailing your fingers across katsuki’s arm. you’re pretty sure you’ve pavlov trained him into falling asleep whenever you tickle his arm.

his breathing evens out again, chest heaving with a big breath, and then he’s fast asleep again. it almost brings a frown to your face because that’s just how tired he is. he’s been working so hard lately—he always had, but third year has been kicking his ass.

”go away,” you whisper to your friends.

surprisingly, they listen. they trail back up the stairs, mumbling to each other about something you can’t hear. you don’t really care though, because your occupied with your boyfriend's heart beating in your ear.

[chateaaa]

MHA PARENT HCS !

Midoriya Izuku - 1 girl, 1 boy

- the best dad ever !

- as soon as you said you were pregnant, he immediately searched and read a lot of books and articles about pregnancy

- has a notebook dedicated to you and your unborn child

- was super ready when your water broke and when you went to labor

- loves his children equally!!

- supports his children if they also have a specific hero addiction (i wonder who they inherited that..)

Todoroki Shoto - 2 girls, 1 boy

- has a big family,, he swears he won't grow up like his dad

- The most chill dad (pun intended)

- His daughters have him wrapped around their little fingers

- SPOILSSSS THEMMM

- one of his girls is super chaotic and the other is quiet and thoughtful—just like young him

- named his son touya 😕

- let's his kids paint his nails

- keps framed drawings from them on his work desk

- protective dad, but not overbearing— def made a deal with his daughters that no dating allowed till 40 years old 💀

Bakugo Katsuki - 2 girls

- One of the girls has his exact temper, and they butt heads constantly

- The other one is surprisingly sweet and balances the household chaos

- secretly does their hair in the mornings and pretends like he's annoyed

- he def watched a yt tutorial on how to style hairs, definitely has many hairclips and ribbons for his daughters

- lost it when he found out one of his girls likes Todoroki's son 💀

- made them promise never to date "a damn IcyHot kid"

- One of the girls definitely had a curse word as a first word 💀

- needless to say,, you whooped katsuki's ass

Tenya Iida - 1 girl

- the most structured household. EVER.

- his daughter has a chore chart and a reading schedule...and she loves it

- def was not allowed with gadgets growing up, she became a book worm!

- He drives her to school like it's a professional mission 💀

- weekly bonding time includes educational documentaries and baking

- He cried during her first school performance, making sure to record it to show it to his older brother and mother.

Hitoshi Shinsou - 1 girl, 3 cats!

- Shinsou and your little girl has such a weird but good bond idc its canon

- like they can understand each other, with just a glance

- stopped after having 1 girl because she was such a problem and energetic child 💀

- surprisingly friends with Midoriya's children

- the siblings of d/n are cats and u all are a cute cat family!

- for Halloween, your daughter dressed up as a cat!

- has a poloroid of you three on his phonecase

Kaminari Denki - 2 boys

- both of them are so energetic !

- both of them are funky (like their dad) but unique in their own way

- Denki would 100% be the type to let the kids eat ice cream before dinner, saying 'don't tell your mom'

- not until, you found out,, and needless to say ALL of them got sent to timeout

[isenkus]

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.”

[yukioos]

dabi glares at you when he’s jealous

you sat on a dark red couch with hawks at the liberation front, feet swung over the armrest as the two of you watched television together. apparently, he believed in re-destro’s goal, to create a liberated society where everyone could use their quirks as they please. you didn’t believe him for one bit, but decided to spend time with him because why not? if you didn’t tell him anything personal or any plans, nothing bad would likely happen to you.

dabi, on the other hand, didn’t trust hawks at all, even hated him with every bone in his body. when he saw him sweet-talking you, and you were seemingly oblivious to it, he would nearly burn, and blood would drip down his face from his burns. people could feel the heat radiating off his body from rooms away, needing you to go over to him and ask him what was wrong, causing him to calm down and ignore your question, changing the subject.

so when he searched the whole building for you and couldn’t find you anywhere, he began to panic, almost calling you or texting you, but he couldn’t let hawks know the two of you had a special relationship. he couldn’t risk losing you, but dabi could already tell. hawks knew.

dabi began to ask around, mostly to the league of villains, like toga, mister compress, and even spinner, but to no avail, he didn’t gain an answer.

until he tried to nonchalantly walk up to twice, who was lying on a couch, trying to solve a rubik’s cube, with a timer that had been going on for six minutes now.

he paused in front of the masked man and spoke, “hey,” trying to get the man’s attention, although he was hyper-fixated on the object in front of him.

twice perked up at his voice, “hey dabi, what’s up? do you need anything, man?”

“yeah, i’m looking for y/n. do you know where she is?” he asked, tapping his foot impatiently with his hands in his pockets.

the masked man laughed, “no wonder you’re burning up, you must miss her, huh? anyway, i think she’s next door with hawks, i saw them go into that room last.”

dabi’s eyes widened, and his fists balled up as soon as he heard those words leave twice’s mouth. he blankly stated, “thanks,” and stormed off out into the hallway, slamming the door shut behind him.

could you not see how he reacted when you were with hawks? the number two hero? he wasn’t safe to be around, especially because the two of you were villains.

so when he heard muffled sounds from the room, and he tried rattling the doorknob, it didn’t budge. did that fucking bird lock it? he felt even more furious. he knew you wouldn’t be disloyal to him, but hawks was just trying to rile him up, and you were caught up in the midst of it.

dabi tried to even his breathing, then gripped onto the doorknob until he eventually burnt it off, making the melted part fall to the ground. once he could open the door, he kicked it open with his foot and saw you with only a tank top and shorts on, right next to hawks, who averted his gaze to dabi with a smirk on his face.

before, the number two hero’s eyes were solely focused on you, and you were focused on the show you were watching, completely oblivious to his staring.

dabi walked into the room and exclaimed, “hawks, y/n, what a surprise to see you here. what are you two watching?”

hawks’ arm was slung on the back of the couch, hand almost in reach of your shoulder. he grinned back at the dark-haired man, “oh, nothing, just some romance series. it’s pretty interesting, me and y/n here are almost done with it. on the last episode, you know.” he chuckled near the end.

dabi’s eyes darkened and he failed to put a smile on his face but glared at you instead. once you finally felt his piercing gaze on you, you turned your head and looked up at him, “huh?” completely clueless about the conversation that happened.

your boyfriend looked down on you, his tall form stalked over you so intimidatingly. he bent down to your height, almost embarrassingly talking to you like you were a child. he tilted his head and asked, “let’s go outside and have a chat, hm?”

you shrugged then nodded, waving goodbye to hawks before following closely after dabi. you cringed at the melted doorknob sitting on the floor, smoke still flowing out of it. your boyfriend walked ahead of you before slowing down a bit, waiting for you to catch up.

the temperature was way too hot in that room when he walked in, and even now, it was still burning.

only hoping that hawks wasn’t looking, you rubbed dabi’s back and mumbled, “you’re burning up, honey, are you okay?”

he paused in his tracks and stared at you with his bright eyes, “yeah, totally, just that i told you to be wary of him meanwhile you’re watching a fucking show with him like you’re buddy-buddy.”

you crossed your arms and laughed, “do you seriously think i’m not listening to you, dabi? i’m not telling him anything about me, the only thing he knows is that i like that show.”

“isn’t that our show?”

“no, baby, they just have the same actors.”

he hesitated. did he seriously just fucking inadvertently embarrass himself by being jealous? he let out a small hum and began to walk to another room, leaving you standing by yourself.

he paused and looked behind him, not hearing your footsteps on the wooden ground. he waved his hand over, “come on,” and you sprinted over with full speed, then slowed down once you reached him.

the two of you eventually reached the he normally slept in, and a television screen was mantled against the wall. you asked, “what are we doing?” with curiosity, looking around the room for a minute.

he stated, “we’re gonna watch our show, so sit your ass down.” and grabbed the remote, put on your favorite show, and lay still for a couple of moments.

you lay down next to him before gently placing a hand on his scarred torso, and pressing your lips against his cheek. before you could pull away, he placed a warm hand on your hip, and rubbed it soothingly, encouraging more kisses.

eventually, he turned his head and gave you a rare, plush kiss on your lips, causing you to smile and cuddle up next to him.

dabi would never lose you to the number two hero.

UGHHHH i love it when hawks and dabi r all over reader

[sunarinscat]

Nsfw below the cut !!

Thinking about Izuku who gets a little bit older and his voice grows a bit deeper. It’s raspy from all that screaming he did growing up. His hands are big and worn with scars and they easily dwarf your dainty little ones. He comes home with so much pent up frustration! The enemy got away and he hardly got to fight!! He still has adrenaline pumping through his veins.. all of that energy has to go somewhere. How can you deny him the outlet he needs?

So he coaxes his darling wife away from making dinner and slides you up on the counter. He fucking devours you. But he’s holding back. He’s trying so hard to be gentle with you.. that is until you blink up at him with your big doe eyes and long wet lashes. You look towards your thighs and your cheeks go red as you beg him to manhandle you.. to treat you like a toy. You bat your lashes at him and tell him you can take it. His girl can take it.

“Please zuku’” you whine.

He absolutely loses it. Hands all over you in an instant. He pries you thighs open and holds them there with his strong grip. His head is between your thighs and he’s eating you out like a man starved.

He’s moaning into your pussy and you know he’s saying the nastiest shit but it’s muffled and you can hardly hear it. Midoriya is so big on praise, he’ll break away just to tell you how good you are for him, how precious.. before he’s back at your cunt, lapping at your folds. He swirls his tongue around your clit, bringing two fingers up to tease your entrance. He slips his thick, calloused digits inside and hits that spongey spot you can never seem to reach on your own. He shudders when your hands find purchase in his hair. It makes him sob into you, the vibrations sending delicious shivers through your body. And when you go over the edge he doesn’t stop.

“One more f’me princess.”

But one turns into five and by the time his drooling cock is lining up with your entrance you’re twitching. But you said you could handle it. His girl CAN handle it, right? he fucks you mercilessly. He’s gripping you for dear life, mumbling things in your ear and cursing out that villain. You paw at his chest because it’s too hot and it’s too much and he’s everywhere. You’re so overstimulated, you can’t help the tears that slide down your cheeks. Izuku notices and laps them up, focusing back in on you and holding your face gently in contrast to the harsh movements of his hips. His eyes bore into yours and you can see his desperation.

“Cum with me baby. Last time. One more for me sweetheart.”

It’s so desperate, all of it is. Your clawing at his back as he fucks you. You can feel yourself approaching your high and you know he’s close too. With a whine you pull his face into your neck and cum hard. The way your plush walls squeeze around him has him reeling. When he finishes inside he collapses beside you.

Suddenly that sweet boy you met in highschool is back with you and he’s cleaning you up and asking if your all right. He runs a bath and feeds you the dinner you made before sliding into the tub with you and taking good care of you. When you flinch as his hands hit something sore he peppers kisses all over your back and shoulders. He asks if that was too much and you lean back into him reassuring him that you enjoyed it.

Izuku won’t go out of his way to manhandle you again.But maybe if you beg again he’ll give in…

[unedited for now]

[suksatoru]

let's try again (and do it right)! —ft: t. todoroki x fem!reader

a carnations oneshot — ↪ touya and ikea furniture do not mesh well together, but he's willing to put his sanity on the line when it comes to you ❤︎

“Shit,”

That’s the fourth cut he’s gotten — Touya winces, reaching behind him to grab another bandage from your first aid kit before wrapping it around his finger. He flexes his hand with a quiet sigh, looking at the wooden pieces in front of him with silent disdain.

Putting together furniture is hard. Touya had mistakenly thought it would be easy, something he could finish in under an hour before you got home. Perhaps he’d been a little too confident—he certainly didn’t expect a thirty page pamphlet of steps and enough screws to make his head dizzy to come out of such a small box.

It didn’t help that the lettering on the pages was ridiculously small; he could just barely read the instructions if he squinted his eyes hard enough. He half considered activating his quirk to light the rulebook on fire, but decided against it, only for your own mental sake. As infuriating as it was to assemble all the irksome little parts, he’d rather not light your apartment on fire while you were out shopping with Fuyumi.

So, he’ll clench his teeth with every splinter he gets, wince silently every time the screwdriver slips from his grasp—only to watch the screws scatter and disappear into the carpet faster than he can react. It’s hopeless—this whole surprise was. Touya’s not sure if he’s ever struggled so much with something so supposedly ‘simple’ before, but he’s already coming up with a nasty review to leave online about the company providing a screwdriver small enough to be considered a doll accessory and rules in every single language except the one he knows.

“I’m home!”

You enter your apartment only to be met with silence. Hanging your coat on the rack and quietly kicking off your boots, your footsteps are muffled by the socks you wear as you pad around the apartment in search of a certain white haired Todoroki.

“Touya?” you call out, frowning when you see your bedroom and living room are both void of him. You hear a quiet grunt coming from the other room down the hall, and a knowing grin takes over your face when you see the light inside is turned on.

Slowly, you push the door open and peek your head inside — Touya’s sitting on the ground, a single hand tugging harshly at the strands of his hair as he mutters under his breath. He’s completely unaware of your presence, seemingly talking to himself as he silently curses at the assortment of screws laid out in front of him.

It takes you a moment to realize what’s going on, but your heart positively swoons once you do. Carefully, you approach Touya with the quietest of steps before gently pulling his hand away from his head, bringing it to your lips and pressing a chaste kiss to his knuckles.

He spins around the moment you touch him, lips parted in surprise at your quiet intrusion before he quickly helps lower you onto the ground beside him. His eyes soften, and you watch his shoulders slump in shame as he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek.

“You’re home early,” he mutters quietly, eyes downcast and brows furrowed as he takes in the mess around the two of you — embarrassed, he presses the back of his hand to his eyes and sighs quietly.

“Touya,” you say softly

He doesn’t look up, letting out a quiet hum so you know he heard you

“I told you we could build the crib together.”

He doesn’t reply. Not for a few seconds, not until he feels you gently cradle his cheek to get his attention. Touya peels his hand away from his face with a quiet grunt, a frown tugging his lips downwards.

“I know. I just… wanted to surprise you. ‘m sorry, I made a big mess for you to worry about.” He sighs, dragging a tired hand down his face before you smile warmly. After tapping his thigh, he quickly spreads his legs for you and moves until his back is against the wall. You crawl into his lap, and he immediately settles one warm hand on the small of your back while the other rests over the swell of your stomach.

“It’s stupid, but — I shouldn’t be struggling this much to assemble a crib. How am I gonna do anything right with the baby if I’m messing up before it even gets here?” He questions bitterly, rubbing circles over your stomach as you hum, moving closer into his embrace.

“You’ve been nothing but absolutely amazing this entire time. And, you know, Ikea assembling is only for the bravest of souls out there. When I first got this apartment, I had to sleep on an air mattress because I couldn’t figure out how to assemble my bed frame!”

He lets out a huff of laughter, but it doesn’t seem to reach his eyes. His grip on you tightens a little more — and he remains unconvinced by your words.

“Is there something else bothering you? Let’s talk about it, Touya.” You offer as his eyes flutter close. He lets out a shuddered breath, lips pressing into a firm line as he drops his head onto your shoulder

“I’m scared.”

He makes a small, evasive sound after speaking the words into existence — quietly watching you for your reaction. But, your eyes are trailed onto his hands, ones that cradle your stomach with enough love to assure you that no matter how fearful Touya was — he was ready.

“Me too.”

Hearing that makes him smile. It’s barely a twitch of his lips, but it’s there regardless.

“Being scared is normal, Touya. We’re both starting something wonderful and new — it’s only natural to be afraid, right? Think about how weird it would be if we both went in feeling totally cool about this!”

He laughs, nosing at your throat with a hum. You can feel the stretch of his lips against your skin as he trails little kisses up and across your jaw.

“I guess you’re right about that.” He says, and you can see the tension has finally left his muscles. He sits back, far more relaxed than when you found him as you usher your head towards the unassembled crib.

“Let’s build it together, okay? I’ve had a lot of experience with Ikea’s terrible instructions before. And we can brainstorm some baby names while we’re at it! It’ll be fun!” you beam, and Touya’s heart rate picks up at the sight of your smile.

“Alright. You just sit back and tell me what to do. You want me to get a drink while I grab you a pillow? Water, juice, tea?”

“Ice cream?” you question with a hopeful grin

He nods wordlessly, getting up with a bit more pep in his step as he quickly exits to grab everything for you — you call out his name softly, and his head pops back into the doorframe less than a second later

“Yeah?”

Touya was wearing a long sleeve black tee and sweatpants, comfortable attire for him to lounge in at home. He’s wearing slippers too, you guys have matching ones. Touya always wears them whenever he goes onto the balcony to watch the sunset with you.

There’s a pen in the pocket of his shirt, too. He liked keeping one on him for whenever he got an idea for a baby name. His little notebook was filled with all sorts of names and little notes he wanted to keep in mind.

“Get two spoons so we can both share the ice cream, okay?”

It takes the two of you another hour to finish the crib, but the outcome is unquestionably worth it. It’s an adorable crib that rocks leisurely back and forth, and you were practically vibrating with excitement with how well it turned out. Touya took a couple of tries rocking it, a dorky grin overtaking his face with every push.

“I can’t believe we did it. Holy fuck, that was a form of torture I wasn’t familiar with. Promise me we are never getting furniture from that Ikea place again, please.” 

Touya’s deadpan expression cracks when you laugh, and the sight is so heartwarming that he truly believes he could go a hundred more times assembling any type of furniture you presented him with, even with their agonizingly small screws and their mockingly difficult to read pamphlets, if he had you by his side.

a/n; oh my gawdd i've missed carnations touya :( but yay look there's a mini todoroki comingg!! touya's nervous but i believe he'll be a great dad :) it's a baby boy btw and he's gonna give it all the love and confidence he never got as a kid <3 WOAH also just realized reader and touya had to do the boombaya for a baby to be in the picture... someone asked what touya would be like during your first time, so if you wanna read that it's somewhere in the carnations tag :3 thank you for reading!

[tyinghershoe]

Doing the TikTok ‘Hear Me Out’ trend with Bakugo except he crashes out every time you put something down.

“Okay, my first hear me out is Sans from Undertale.” 

That sends him into a frenzy. Bakugo immediately snatches the paper from you in hopes that it will let him forget what you just said.  

“What the fuck? A skeleton?” Red eyes glare into yours and you swear he looks as if he’s about to kill you.  

You just chuckle, “He won Tumblr Sexyman!” You explain, as if that one sentence justifies everything. It doesn’t. Who still uses Tumblr, anyway? 

Bakugo rolls his eyes and turns back to your phone, now awaiting his turn. 

“My hear me out is my partner, y/n.”  

Your eyes widen at his nonchalance, as if this is the most reasonable thing. As if dating you is that bad for him to include you. 

“Katsuki, you’re supposed to pick someone that’s undesirable!” You explain, hoping that this was just a misunderstanding, he was never the best at TikTok trends anyways. 

He shrugs, “Yeah and I’m sure my choice is justified once everyone hears what you just picked.” 

You scoff and look away, which makes him smile. 

“Also, I don’t have any ‘hear me outs’ so.” He begins softly, a small like forming, “The only one I want is you.”  

You turn to him and gush, “You’re so sweet.” A hand comes up to wipe a fake tear, and he’s almost proud of what he just did 

But that pride is quickly forgotten. 

“Anyways, my next pick is Bill Cipher!” 

“A triangle? Are you fucking joking?” He yells, his quirk activating. It’s safe to say that the cake was quickly destroyed soon after. 

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[plushieni]

you tried. you really did. it’s not like you didn’t know what you were signing up for—you knew his goal from the very beginning. but of course, being who you were, you couldn’t help yourself. god, why did you have to love him? why did your heart choose him when it was already clear that he was doomed?

every mission he came back from, it was like another piece of him had been carved away. slowly, quietly, he was destroying himself, inch by inch, until nothing would be left but the end. and it killed you inside—watching, helpless, as he unraveled.

your quirk could only do so much. you could take the pain for a while, absorb it, carry it for him—but it never undid the damage. never reversed the scars, the missing pieces, the trauma etched into his mind. and you did everything. you begged, pleaded, insisted there was another way. that maybe, just maybe, the two of you could run—could find something beyond revenge, beyond bloodshed.

but you knew him. too well.

you knew he’d never let go of the hatred that burned in his veins. the fire that would never be extinguished. not when it had lived inside him for so long it felt like breathing. he never looked back. never even tried to heal. he just kept moving forward, fueled by vengeance, becoming the very monster his father created. doing what he believed must be done.

and it wasn’t like he didn’t love you. because he did. in the only way he could. but in the end, that love wasn’t enough. not compared to the weight of everything else. not when it was smothered by the weight of all his pain, all his rage, all his guilt.

and when it all came crashing down—the big finale—you watched it happen. watching, helpless, as he slipped further and further into the abyss. watched the horror bloom in the eyes of his family, in your own reflection, as he let it consume him. letting the darkness swallow him whole, hollowing him out, leaving only a ghost in his place. and just like that… he was gone.

you wanted so desperately pretend it wasn’t real. that maybe there was still some way to bring him back. but you knew better. you’d always known.

maybe in another universe, things would’ve been different. maybe you’d meet under softer skies, without the ghosts, without the blood, without the everlasting pain and guilt. maybe he’d be happy. maybe you’d get to see that smile—the real one. the one you so desperately craved. maybe you'd hear him laugh, feel what it’s like to be loved without all that pain trailing behind it.

maybe you’d build something together. a life. a family. one filled with strength and love instead of pain. something that wasn’t built on destruction, on ruin. maybe you’d get to hold him just one last time. to tell him how much you loved him, how perfect he was to you.

maybe.

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[shigarosie]

Izuku keeps cumming prematurely. It's to be expected, really, he was a virgin when you met and he gets worked up easily. You've never held it against him- in fact you find it pretty hot. He always keeps going, though it can be hard for him. Too intense. And embarrassing in his eyes. He's a firm believer in making your partner cum first. So you had to come up with something to help him hold off for a few minutes, for his sake.

That's how you end up on his lap, telling him to talk you through his last homework assignment or his favorite anime. He rambles through equations or plot points in extreme detail while you ride him, asking him questions to keep his focus off of your pussy and on whatever topic he chose. It works pretty well- he doesn't cum within the first fifteen minutes if fucking you, and you think it's hot when he rambles. It's a trait about him that initially attracted you to him in the first place. You love your nerdy little boyfriend and his rambling <3

[deadhands69]

One day, as the League of Villains are all departing in their own directions, Toga gives you a hug goodbye. Instinctively after, you turn to the next person to your left and hug Tomura Shigaraki goodbye too. You aren't sure why you did it and you're even less sure why he let you. But he did and you carry on with your day, not knowing what you've just started.

The next time a meeting adjourns, he stands near the exit staring expectantly at you. You stare back at him, not really sure what he's looking for. Finally, he scoffs then opens both arms, awkwardly wrapping you into a tight embrace. He turns, rolls his eyes, and stomps out the door without a word, leaving you wondering, did Tomura Shigaraki, leader of the League of Villains just get upset because you were going to leave without giving him a hug?

Every time after that confirms your suspicions: he definitely views your hugs and an expectation now. To you it's a silly little thing he does, but to him, it's everything. If not for you, who else will hug him? Dabi? He knows he definitely doesn't want that.

This carries on as such until the day your lips accidentally brush against his cheek as you pull away, opening a whole new door of expectations.

[nanasrkives]

navigation : midnight records! the starlight EP! the mha EP!

"TELL ME NOT TO" — Bakugo Katsuki

a/n : being a girl means rewatching your childhood tv shows when you’re depressed, I missed one tree hill sm

warnings : alcohol, everyone is 18+, inspired by one tree hill

content : 3rd year Bakugo. f2l. mutual pining. fluff

Graduation night feels like the end of the world—but in a good way.

The Class 3-A dorms are packed, the air thick with heat, music, and the bittersweet kind of joy that comes when everything is about to change. Everyone’s too loud, too drunk, too alive. Mina’s dancing on the couch. Kaminari’s spinning a bottle like it’s a roulette wheel. Someone’s passed out on the stairs.

Truly, you love your classmates and you love this chaos. But right now, you need a breather.

You slip outside barefoot, still warm from the inside out, the bottle in your hand nearly empty. The grass is cool beneath your feet, soft and wet with the tail end of spring. You take a deep breath of it all—the quiet, the dark, the distant hum of music behind you—and smile to yourself.

Then the door opens. You don’t turn. You don’t have to, because you know it’s him.

“Took you long enough,” you call out, voice light, teasing. “Didn’t know I was supposed to babysit your ass all night,” Bakugo mutters. You spin around, walking backward now, grinning at him over the top of your bottle. “You weren’t. But you always end up doing it anyway.”

His eyes narrow, but his expression is too relaxed to be annoyed. He’s got that lazy look he only ever gets after two drinks—when the sharpness of him softens just enough to show the version he keeps hidden. His skull shirt is rumpled, damp with something spilled, his hair more chaotic than usual. He looks like he’s halfway through pretending he doesn’t want to be near you.

You raise your brows. “You’re tipsy.” He scoffs. “I’m fine.”

“You’re drunk aren’t you.”

“You’re annoying.”

“You love it.”

His mouth twitches—and for a second, you think he might actually smile.

But then you hear it. A low hiss. The faint hum of pressure building in the ground. You freeze just slightly, eyes flicking to the sprinkler heads lining the edge of the lawn. Your grin spreads like wildfire. “Oh my god,” you murmur. Bakugo blinks. “What?”

And then—You shove him right into the spray.

PSHHHHHHT.

Cold water explodes out of the sprinklers, nailing him straight in the chest. He stumbles back, half-jumping, half-growling, already soaked. “What the fuck!”

You double over laughing. “I told you you were drunk, your reflexes didn’t work !” you say to him. “You’re dead,” he snaps, and then he’s coming for you.

You shriek, laughing too hard to run properly, skidding across the grass as the sprinklers rotate, catching you both in random bursts. You dodge one spray just to get nailed by another, and now you’re soaked—your dress clinging to your legs, hair stuck to your forehead, mascara probably halfway down your cheeks.

Bakugo’s chasing you across the lawn like it’s a damn battlefield. “You think you’re funny?” he yells.

“I know I’m funny !”

“You’re an idiot !”

“But I’m your idiot !”

His laugh slips out before he can stop it. It’s low and surprised, like he didn’t expect it himself. You catch it—catch the exact second it happens—and it hits you harder than the water.

Because it’s real. Because Bakugo never laughs like that. You slow a little, just enough for him to catch you.

Your laughter cuts off as his arm hooks around your waist, dragging you backward, off balance, legs slipping in the soaked grass. You’re weightless for half a second before you crash down into the lawn, the cold seeping through your clothes instantly—but it’s not harsh.

He lands half on top of you, one arm braced beside your head, the other still around your waist, holding you steady like the ground might give out. Water from the sprinklers mists over you both in waves. Somewhere, someone’s still shouting from the party. But here? It’s quiet.

His chest is rising and falling against yours. His shirt is soaked, clinging to every line of muscle, and your fingers are curled into the fabric without realizing. His hair is dripping, blonde strands stuck to his forehead, water trailing down the edge of his jaw.

You’re both breathing hard. And for once… he’s not pulling away.

His eyes find yours—narrowed just slightly, like he’s still caught somewhere between disbelief and something much deeper. His scowl is gone. In its place is this bare awe that steals the air from your lungs more than the fall did.

Your voice comes out low. Playful, but softer now. “I win.” He huffs, barely a laugh. “You’re a menace, you know that?”

“You like it though"

He doesn’t answer. Instead, his gaze flicks down—quick, instinctive—to your lips. And then right back up. But you saw it.

And the way he’s looking at you now, it’s like he’s finally letting himself see you. Not just as the friend he’s joked with, sparred with, stayed up too late with—but as the person he’s been falling for slowly but hard. The one thing he never let himself touch.

Until now.

You whisper it before you can second-guess, “You’re gonna kiss me or what?” His eyes flicker, and for a beat, he just stares. Like he’s trying to memorize everything—your soaked dress, your flushed cheeks, the way you’re not pushing him away.

“Tell me not to,” he murmurs. It’s not a threat. It’s a warning. A plea. You don’t say a word, you just lean up. And that’s what he needed to meet you halfway.

The kiss is urgent. Messy in the way only first kisses can be—especially ones that have been waiting way too long. His lips crash against yours with no warning, no hesitation. He tastes like cheap liquor and rainwater and something you’ve been craving without even knowing it.

There’s nothing gentle about it—at first. It’s heat and release and finally, all tangled into one moment that feels too big for your chest. But then—he softens.

His hand moves from your waist to your cheek, fingers brushing water off your skin like he wants to memorize the shape of your face. His mouth slows, moving over yours with more intention now, like he’s realizing he gets to have this. That you’re real. That you’re not pulling away.

And you kiss him back like you’ve been waiting for this since day one. Because you have.

His thumb brushes the corner of your jaw. Your hand slides up into his wet hair, tugging gently. You can feel the way his body melts into yours, feel the sigh he lets out against your lips like he’s been holding his breath for years.

He pulls back, just far enough to breathe, and for a long second, neither of you says anything.

His forehead is still resting against yours, breath hot and uneven, fingers still curled tight around your waist like letting go isn’t even an option. Your lips are swollen. Your pulse is loud in your ears. You can still taste him.

You open your eyes—and he’s already looking at you. Not like your best friend. Not like a maybe. Like someone who’s been drowning in almosts for a year and finally—finally—got air. “Shit,” you whisper, because that’s all your brain can manage.

He exhales a soft laugh, eyes dropping to your mouth, like he’s thinking about kissing you again. Like he might never stop.

One more second. One more heartbeat. Then he murmurs, voice rough and quiet: “Took you long enough.” You smile. “Shut up.”

And you kiss him again.

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[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:

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[yukioos]

dying eijiro’s hair

eijiro wasn’t always the confident, uplifting boy he was today. he used to have low self-esteem and worried about how he was able to use his quirk to save others. watching heroes and their classmates do so much to help out other students made him hesitate, did he want to be the same person as them?

he did.

so he decided from then on, after he saw mina saving her classmates from a villain in middle school, he would become a hero too. he worked towards his goal, and when he was accepted into UA, he dyed his hair, hoping to have a fresh, new start and leave his past behind.

he told you all of that a couple of months into dating you after you noticed his hair wasn’t naturally red. instead, his roots were black, so sometimes you would help him dye his hair, as he didn’t want it changing back.

and that happened again today. the two of you were walking to the common room when he kneeled to take a textbook from his backpack, having to review a topic for math when you saw his roots. black poked out of his scalp, a sign he needed to bleach and dye it red again.

you played with his hair and mumbled, “eiji,” earning a hum, his head turning towards you with curious eyes, “we should probably do a root touch-up, huh?”

he agreed with a nod, “yeah, it’s been a couple of weeks since i last dyed it,” he paused, thinking for a minute, “i already have the bleach and dye. wanna help me this time?” he already told you of his past, you understood why he dyed it, so why not have you help him every time from now on?

your heart warmed at the question, and you nodded, heading to his dorm with him, hand in hand. the two of you chatted along the way, and he quickly grabbed all the supplies he needed to bleach his hair, then headed back to the bathroom.

you stood behind the tall, muscular boy as he ranted about something you weren’t paying much attention to. instead, your eyes were on his, and the sweet smile he showed whenever he was fixated on something.

once you arrived at the bathroom, he placed all the supplies on the counter and lifted you by your hips to hoist you onto the counter as well. a small help came from your mouth, emitting a small chuckle from your boyfriend’s lips. you rolled your eyes, getting to work as you already knew what to do with his hair. you’d seen him dye it a million times, so you had a clear idea of what you were to do.

eijiro stood in between your parted legs with his large, rough hands on your thighs. he was talking about katsuki threatening to explode his ass to pieces, and you nodded each time he told you more of the story. even as you separated his hair into sections with your colorful clips, he still looked adorable, smile not faltering for even a second.

so you put on your gloves and mixed bleach products into a bowl, then picked up a smooth amount on your brush. you turned eijiro around, starting at the back of his scalp as he still talked. once you were done with his whole scalp, you waited for some time before letting eijiro shower and wash his hair, feeling better once your nails scratched his scalp so soothingly.

you then mixed the red dye into a separate bowl and changed brushes and gloves before brushing it onto his hair. after following the instructions and waiting for the amount of time said on the back of the container, you washed eijiro’s hair again.

he looked into the mirror, checking all sections of his hair before grinning and praising, “woah, babe, you did a really good job! normally i miss a few spots but you did perfect! thanks!”

your cheeks became warm at the praise, and you playfully rolled your eyes before gently grabbing his cheeks and holding them in your hands. you looked up into his loving red eyes and placed a plush kiss on his lips, feeling the corners of his lips twitch.

“you’re so handsome, eiji,” you mumbled, moving your body closer to his with a smile.

eijiro placed his hands on your hips, then moved one up to comfortingly rub your back, “god, you treat me too well,” he muttered before smirking and placing another kiss on your lips.

i don’t know anything about dying hair so sorry if this was inaccurate

[amphibiahawks321]

[Uraraka is seen sitting on the couch, doing some homework with a soft smile on her face]

[Y/N seeing this in the distance]

M!Reader : Perfect opportunity~✨

[Y/N sneakily walks up to the couch, hiding behind it, coming out from behind the couch and swiftly leans in and plants a kiss on her cheek]

M!Reader : Surprise kiss!!

[Y/N said in excitement, Uraraka blinks a few times to process–her face turns bright red in an instant, eyes wide in surprise, and she closes her face with her arms and starts floating up from the couch]

[Meanwhile Y/N who was chuckling with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and shocked to see Uraraka starts floating]

M!Reader : Ochaco!

[Y/N immediately tries to grab her by the leg–Buuuut she was already to high to reach]

.....

[Jirou casually walks in drinking from a soda can, looks up to see Uraraka already hit the ceiling of the building]

Jirou : ...I'll go get the ladder

[kikyoupdates]

Goddess Wink ⭑˚💘⭑ 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒

bnha x f!reader

reverse harem, my hero academia x fem!reader, slowburn

Ever since your Quirk first manifested, you’ve been the apple of everyone’s eye. With the goal of becoming a hero, you enroll to U.A. and soon find yourself drawing the attention of many. Will you form genuine connections with others, or is this all just your power's will?

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So far, you were feeling good. You’d minimized usage of your Quirk and you’d conserved your energy and stamina. The first part of the obstacle race was behind you, and now, for the second—

You were staring at a cluster of pillars interconnected with thin tightropes. The space on each pillar was small, and one misstep in moving onto the next would result in a rather unfortunate fall. You couldn’t even see the bottom of the chasm from where you were.

Your brows pulled together. You were agile, and you could probably clear this stage with physical prowess alone, but it would take a while. The gap between the front-runners would only keep widening as a result. If you didn’t get through here in a flash, you had no chance of winning. As expected, you couldn’t tackle this all on your own. You needed to find someone, anyone in the crowd that looked like they’d give you the opportunity to rise to the top.

“It looks like now’s my chance to appeal!” a cheery voice cried out. You looked around, trying to pinpoint the source, and your eyes landed on a pink-haired girl clad in goggles and various other equipment. “It’s time for my support items to bask in the limelight! Are you watching, support companies of Japan?! Behold the wire arrow and hover soles!”

“The Support Department!” Uraraka exclaimed. “Is it really okay to take items into the race??”

“Students from the Hero Course regularly receive actually fight training, right? Just to keep things fair, we’re allowed to carry the items and costumes that we developed ourselves, so this equipment has all been okayed! For us… this is the perfect chance to show off our inventions and appeal to the corporations!” She grinned ear-to-ear, and a cable came shooting out of her suit and hooking onto one of the suspended pillars. Your eyes widened. This was it! Having it be a girl was a bit unlucky, but… it’s not like you could afford to be picky right now.

“Stop!” you cried out to her, activating your Quirk just before she could launch off. Her head spun around, and she stared at you, confused, but her hesitation allowed you to bridge the distance in between the two of you. In an instant you had your arms locked around her, your voice escaping in silky ribbons. “Take me across to the other side using that invention of yours.”

“Huh? No way! This is my chance to show off my adorable babies!”

You blinked, stupefied. Even though your body was pressed against hers, your Quirk wasn’t working? Sure, it had always been less effective on members of the same gender, but she felt nothing? No attraction to you whatsoever?

T-This girl definitely doesn’t have love on the brain at all. What do I do…?

She was squirming, trying to get you off. You seemed to be quite a bit stronger than her, but the more time you wasted, the further the gap between you and the front-line would widen. You’d never run into someone and have them be completely unaffected by your powers, so you had no idea how to handle this. Was it possible for people to have no romantic desires at all? But your Quirk had even worked on children back when you were young yourself…

“I need you to take me across. Right now.” You inhaled, clutching her face close to your own and pressing your lips against her cheek. Her body stiffened for a moment, and then it seemed to turn to jelly in your arms. You could hear her giggling in a weak, dazed voice.

“Sure thing… hold on, okay?”

You held on tight as she jumped off the edge, then pressed down on a button that reeled you towards the hooked line on the other side. A relieved sigh left your lips. For a moment there, you’d lost your composure. This poor girl would probably be nearly out of commission for the rest of the race after that kiss, though.

The two of you cleared pillar after pillar, and you were getting decently close to the front now. Shouto had just finished the second stage and was moving onto the third and final one. From Present Mic’s voice booming excitedly overhead, a field of landmines apparently awaited you on the other side. With the help of your new charmed ally, you eventually made it all the way over, and you pulled off the girl with a smile.

“Thank you for your help. I kissed you, so you’ll be feeling really weak for the next little while. Try to take it easy.”

 She nodded, her grin wide and shaky. “Will do…”

“What’s your name?”

“Ah… Hatsume Mei.”

“Thanks again, Mei-chan.” You pressed your palm against her forehead, closing your eyes for a moment. “Take care as you clear the last stage. You’ve helped me a lot, so do your best and make it across that finish line, okay?”

Mei nodded again, her knees buckling underneath her. You smiled and turned back towards the race. Shouto was still a good ways ahead, with Katsuki hot on his heels. The landmines seemed to be placed at random, and they would go off every now and then on an unsuspecting student. Since Katsuki was able to use his explosions and go airborne, this sort of terrain didn’t affect him much at all. You didn’t really know if there was a way to use your Quirk to your advantage somewhere like this, and you were running out of time.

There are still too many people ahead of me. If they would only stop running, and stop detonating those mines…

You narrowed your eyes. You’d never tried using your Quirk on such a large number of people before, and you didn’t even know if it would work. You moved forward carefully, a pink haze enveloping your body, and you chanted the word over and over again in your mind.

Stop…

Stop…

Stop…

“Everyone, stop.”

A wave of energy crashed over the field. Students looked over at you, their jaws unhinged, effectively stopping right in their tracks. It wasn’t everyone. It was only the students that had been close enough to hear your voice, but it was enough. You’d just rooted countless aspiring heroes in place, and the thought alone was so powerful that your cheeks flooded with pride and warmth.

“My gods,” you whispered. “It actually worked…”

You didn’t have time to loiter around. You ran forward as fast as your feet would carry you, flushed and out of breath. You had a real shot at winning this right now. Shouto and Katsuki were both neck-to-neck, but they were too focused on fighting each other off to even take note of you, and you were getting close.

“Katsuki-kun! Shouto-kun!” you cried out. “Stop running!”

They were too immersed in their fight; they must not have heard your voice over the countless explosions the blonde was setting off. You took a deep breath, yelling out to them again, but they didn’t react.

I need to get close enough to touch them or it won’t work.

You needed to, but you weren’t fast enough to get to them. You bit down on your lip, glancing around to see if there was anything or anyone else you could make use of, but it was just the three of you this far ahead. You were too close to the goal now to consider backing down. You’d never used your Quirk to attain victory like this before, and now the thought was so intoxicating that you couldn’t stand to have it torn out of your grasp.

“But what can I do if they can’t hear my voice?” you panted.

“Then make your presence known some other way.”

Again, that voice in your head. A soft, angelic voice. You wondered if this was Aphrodite herself communicating with you. The gods were a meddlesome kind; you almost wouldn’t be surprised if it actually were her.

“I don’t know how else,” you grimaced. “If that really is you, honored goddess, then please give me some sort of sign or help me figure out another way!”

“What a helpless child. Though I suppose you’ve done a fine job up until now. Very well. I’ll grant you the power to latch directly onto another’s heart, just for a brief moment…”

You gasped for breath. It was as if you’d been struck by a lightning bolt; your limbs were tingling and running red-hot. You felt yourself being crushed under the sudden weight of divine power. It was too much at once, and it hurt, but when you looked back at Katsuki and Shouto the difference was clear as day. They didn’t see you, nor did they hear you, but just as you desired in your heart, they stopped before you.

“What’s this?!” Present Mic cried out. “The two front-runners have suddenly gone stiff as stone!”

Just as the voice had said, the power lasted but a moment. You felt the weight lift off your body, and you ran forward as fast as your limbs could carry you. Katsuki and Shouto were still stunned in place, their eyes wide and incredulous as you passed them by. Any minute now and the effects would be lifted, but you were so close to the finish line! It was right there; you were actually going to win. You were going to take first place and—

Your ears began to ring. The sound of an explosion from close up. You lifted your [e/c] orbs to the sky, where a curly-haired boy was soaring overhead on the back of a metallic plate. He tumbled through the air, and just as he was about to land, he slammed the plate down and triggered a land mine. You weren’t close enough to be blown back, but your eyes squeezed shut through the smog, and when you opened them, you were no longer the nearest to the finish line.

“Oh, dear. This is not a position befitting of a goddess.”

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been this tired.

“Wow, Izuku-kun… you sure showed me!”

You chuckled good-naturedly, meanwhile the freckled boy was shaking his hands furiously, his expression more guilty than anything else.

“I-I’m so sorry!” he spluttered. “[Name]-chan, you were amazing! You even managed to pass Kacchan and Todoroki-kun, and I happened to get lucky with the mine I triggered and took that all away from you…”

“It’s a competition,” you smiled. “These things happen. I was definitely surprised, but if I had to lose to anyone, then I’d really rather it be you!”

Izuku’s cheeks were quick to break out into their signature blush. He scratched the back of his neck, chuckling awkwardly. You looked up at the sky with a frown. There was almost no doubt in your mind that you’d channeled the strength of Aphrodite herself just earlier. She’d never made any attempts to communicate with you before, so why now? Because the Sports Festival was a competition and the gods hated to lose? It was actually plausible.

Well, I ended up losing anyways so I doubt she’ll be in touch again anytime soon.

You pursed your lips, but you were broken from your reverie by a violent tug on the collar of your shirt. You cried out, surprised, and found yourself staring into a pair of crimson eyes. Katsuki was breathing down your neck, his expression venomous at best.

“What the fuck was that?!” he roared into your ears. “What kind of shit did you pull back there, fucking [Name]?!”

You blinked innocently. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, you little asshole! How the fuck did you—I mean, how did it—fuck! Just explain!”

“I said I wanted to hide my Quirk until the Sports Festival, remember?” You slowly pulled his hand off your collar. “If people knew what it was, I wouldn’t have been able to use it as effectively. It was just strategy, that’s all.”

Katsuki gritted his teeth. “That’s not what I’m asking. No shit you used your fucking Quirk on me! I’m asked how you did what you did. What the hell is your power?!”

“I can control other people’s actions to a certain degree. It depends, though.”

“What does it depend on?” he snapped. “You’re not explaining shit!”

You giggled, cradling his cheek with your palm. “There, there. No need to get angry. Everyone out here is trying their best to win. I’m sure you wouldn’t have appreciated me holding back on you, right?”

Katsuki outright gasped, retracting from your touch as quick as humanly possible. His cheeks were flushed a shade of crimson that mirrored his eyes. “That!” he pointed his finger at you accusingly. “You just did it again, didn’t you?! You just used your goddamn powers on me!”

“I didn’t do anything,” you laughed. “You’re just being overdramatic now.”

“Fuck off!”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and stomped away from you. It was so childish and cute that you couldn’t help but laugh. Izuku had made himself scarce during the whole exchange, and now it looked like he was finally breathing again. Even now, people still didn’t know how exactly your powers worked, and you’d managed to come in second place for the first stage.

“Alright, everyone!” Midnight announced. “The results are up on the screen for everyone to see! The 42 at the top have earned the right to advance to the next round. I’m sorry to those who didn’t qualify, but there’s always next year!”

You looked around. Everyone from your class had qualified for the second round, as you’d expected, but that still left a whole bunch of students whose powers were still unknown. Before you could even ponder as to what the next round would consist of, new writing had turned up on the screen.

“Human cavalry battle,” you frowned. “But I thought everyone here is competing as an individual. Isn’t that a team game?”

“You’ll all form teams of two to four people in horseback configuration,” Midnight explained. “It’s basically the same rules as a normal human cavalry battle, where the goal is to swipe the enemy riders’ headband and guard your own. Except for one glaring difference… and that’s that everyone will receive points based on their performance from the last trial!”

“Oh, so the point value of each formation will change based on who’s in it!” Kirishima chimed in.

“Don’t cut to the point before me!” The heroine cleared her throat, “but yes, that’s correct. The number of points you’re each worth will increase by five-point intervals based on your ranking. 42nd place will be worth five points, 41st is worth ten, and so on and so forth. Oh—with the exception of 1st place, whose head will be worth ten million points.”

Ten million—?

“So if I were you,” she chuckled, “I’d aim for the guy who placed first.”

You turned around, and suddenly all eyes were on Izuku, who had broken out into a nervous sweat. Maybe you should’ve been somewhat relieved that your victory was stolen from you. It may very well have been a blessing in disguise.

“The time limit is fifteen minutes. The one to wear the headband will be the warhorse’s rider, so think of them as the standard for how much that particular formation is worth. And what I wish to stress the most is that even if you should lose your headband at any point or your formation should crumble, you’re still not out of the game!”

You nodded. “So even if we lose our headband, we still have the opportunity to get it back, or steal another’s.”

“Exactly!” Midnight grinned. “Quirks are of course allowed, that being said, anything overtly malicious or violent will result in immediate disqualification, so keep that in mind! You have fifteen minutes until we begin. Your negotiations start… NOW!”

Students were already scurrying around, rushing to put together a team. You wondered who exactly you’d have the best synergy with. You definitely wanted to partner up with people from your class, since you were most familiar with their powers, but you didn’t have any offensive power to speak of. It was also possible that your Quirk may not affect certain people depending on the distance, positioning, and their own personal character. In that case, it was probably best that you group up with a team that did have offensive power, so that you could support them best. You wanted to help Izuku out, but…

“Izuku-kun,” you said firmly. “I have to be honest, but I don’t think I’d be a good addition to your team.”

His eyes widened. “U-Um—”

“I don’t have any offensive or defensive power, really. My Quirk relies on manipulating others, and even then, there are certain conditions that need to be met. I would really like to help you out,” you frowned, “but I don’t know if I’d be able to protect our headband, especially since you can’t use your Quirk unless it’s absolutely necessary, right? You’ll break your bones.”

“Well… that’s true,” he acknowledged. “I’m not good at controlling it, and besides injuring myself, I could also risk severely injuring someone else, so I’d like to avoid using it unless I have no choice…”

“Do you know how my Quirk works, Izuku-kun?”

He shook his head. “Not at all.”

You leaned in, pressing your forehead against his own. You hadn’t activated your Quirk, but his face was burning so hot it was as if he were running a fever. “I can charm people to my advantage,” you told him. “The more attraction or affection they experience towards me, the more effective. Ideally, I’d have to touch someone to make sure my powers take effect, but during this cavalry battle, I doubt many would put themselves in that kind of position. That’s why I don’t think I’ll be able to protect our headband if we’re on the same team.”

You pulled away before Izuku could collapse from embarrassment. “A-Attraction?” he spluttered. “I mean, I always thought you were super pretty, [Name]-chan—I mean, no, sorry! Not in a creepy way or anything! I just meant, um—you know? Ahh, I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore…!”

“It’d be nice if I could just tell order everyone to keep away from our team,” you sighed. “But if someone attacks us before I have the chance to say anything, I can’t offer any protection. I probably need to find a different team that can make use of my powers.”

Izuku fanned his warm cheeks. “Um… but then, if we’re going to be on different teams, why did you tell me how your powers worked…?”

“I want us to have a fair fight,” you smiled. “You’re the only one who really knows how my Quirk works as of now. Besides, I’m sure there can’t be only one team that advances from this stage. I’d like it if we could both win and move on together to the next one.”

“I-I see…”

“Good luck, Izuku-kun. I hope you find some good members for your team.”

You watched the boy’s shoulders slump as you walked away. It was unfortunate, but with the way your powers worked, you couldn’t see yourself winning if you were on the same team. You’d already used your Quirk so much more than you were used to, and channeling Aphrodite’s power from earlier had taken a bit of a toll on your body, too. It still needed to last you for the next stages. Well, assuming you qualified.

Ideally, you would’ve liked to be on Shouto’s team. He was a strong contender, and he’d been first in the obstacle race for the majority of the time. From what you’d seen, he was good at using his Quirk, his ice was versatile in terms of offense and defense, and he didn’t appear to have any glaring weaknesses.

You scanned the crowd to try and find him. Luckily, his dual-colored hair didn’t make it too hard. Currently, his team was comprised of himself, Yaoyorozu, and Kaminari. Good. They still had room for a fourth member. You began to head over there but stopped yourself as you saw a familiar bespectacled face.

Iida-kun? I assumed he’d be teaming up with Izuku-kun…

Shouto’s team was full now, so that was no longer an option. You began to nibble on your lip. Maybe you wouldn’t have any options besides working with Izuku after all. Other members of your class had already formed their teams as well, and you didn’t want to be stuck working with a stranger. You continued walking around and stopped before a cluster of students. All of them were from your class.

And all of them were trying to join Katsuki’s team.

“This might actually work…”

He was volatile, unpredictable, and he’d technically flipped out on you earlier, but with a powerful Quirk like his, you might be a surprisingly fitting addition to the team. You strode forward, the group of students instinctively separating to give you way. You took a deep breath and put on your best smile.

“Katsuki-kun,” you spoke. “Would you like to team up together?”

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toga had invited you to one of her friday night game nights—something she and her roommates hosted every week. you weren’t exactly new to the group, having crossed paths with most of them at various parties and hangouts before. but there was one person you’d never officially met—shigaraki.

you’d heard about him in passing. mostly comments about how he rarely joined group things, how he didn’t really go out, wasn’t much of a people person. so you never thought much of him, just imagined he was some standoffish, maybe even a little rude, guy who stayed in his room.

but when he actually showed up that night, you were surprised.

he wasn’t what you pictured at all. for one, he was cute. messy hair, tired eyes, hoodie sleeves almost too long for his hands. yeah, he was quiet, but not in that uncomfortable, avoidant way. it was more like he was simply observing. listening. and when he did speak, he was funny. like, genuinely funny—the good type of dry humor, clever remarks, teasing his roommates in a way that had you laughing more than you expected.

toga, of course, immediately paired the two of you up for charades. said you’d make a good team.

she was right.

somehow, you and shigaraki ended up completely in sync—racking up the most points and winning the game. once you guys got the hang of things, you were unstoppable together. dominating everyone and making each game look like it was everyone else’s first time playing.

it was easy, being around him. nerdy. funny. every time he leaned in to whisper a dumb comment about someone’s horrible mannerisms, trying to decipher their actions, you couldn’t help but laugh. he kept giving you these endearing glances, almost like he was admiring you.

as the night wore on, a few people started heading out. the energy was winding down, but somehow you and shigaraki were still wide awake, still having the time of your lives, laughing at every joke—each one never seeming to get old.

but eventually, you had to call it. you didn’t have a ride home, and it was getting late. toga offered to call you one, but before you left, you got his number. exchanged a quiet little “see you around,” with a gentle smile.

and now, lying in bed, phone still lit up with his contact saved at the top of your messages, all you can think about is when you’re going to see him again.

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