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The girls in my KNY/MHA Fusion AU :)
Ochako Uraraka, Tsuyu Asui, and Momo Yaoyorozu!
Iâll do lore posts once the boys (+Eri) line up is done!
Includes colored line up, individual shots, monochrome, and line art.
#my hero academia fanart#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#bnha#mha#mha au#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kny#fandom fusion#I have Izuku and Eri done on the second line up#now I just need to finish Denki and start Shouto!
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ooo i saw your pick me girl hcs from awhile back and loved them! can i request something similar for ashido/kirishima/kaminari but with the reader encountering a ânice guyâ instead? thank you <33
NICE GUYS DO FINISH LAST
characters . . .
ASHIDO MINA, KIRISHIMA EIJIROU, KAMINARI DENKI, BAKUGOU KATSUKI, TODOROKI SHOUTO
notes . . .
a quick one because i was getting overwhelmed with writing this one request for my comeback đ§ââïž (a lil sneak peek: itâs todobakudeku as ex husbands)
female! reader
MINA is actually offended that this guy thinks itâs going to work. like.. calling you short (even if you might not be), trying to compare hand sizes with you, the self deprecating humorâ sheâs actually going to throw up in her mouthâŠ đ€ą though, she already clocked this guyâs tea iykwim⊠she has interacted with guys like him before, and she knew from the very beginning what he wantedâ especially when he tried to replace her. the wicked witch and the audacity of this bitchâŠ
âsheâs not gonna pick you⊠if youâre really that nice, youâd stop being so sad⊠đčâ
if the advancements didnât stop, sheâd basically do whatever she could to make sure he knew that your ass was a fruitcake and not interested⊠even if it was laughable on her end.
âletâs go my scissor sister!!â
âgirl??â
EIJIROU is an actual nice guy⊠he doesnât need to say it for it to be known, so maybe that why he knew exactly what was going on the moment he heard this guy flap his lips⊠he was ashamed that this guy actually labelled himself as a ânice guyâ because honestly it was even starting to confuse him like⊠what if heâs the one thatâs not nice for thinking this way? heâs literally gaslighting himself at this point đ
but because EIJIROUâs so nice, heâd actually pull the dude aside, speak to him from one man to another man, and tell him that he doesnât need to do all of this because youâre just not interested (oh, and yâall are dating!!)
âhey man⊠iâm telling you this because i thought youâd want to know, but sheâs not interested. might never be, so like⊠quit it, dude.â
but when the dude pretends the conversation never happened, thatâs when he starts getting visibly angry⊠heâll be more firm when it comes to telling him off, and heâll get in between yâall. if you wanted to tell him off yourself, then heâd be right behind you with his arms crossed.
DENKI laughs because he thinks this isnât a serious thing at all like⊠thereâs no way somebody actually acts like this, right? this is all fiction. he quickly realizes that this is in fact NOT fiction, and this dude is dead seriousâ and this is when DENKI starts to panic. he alternates between laughing (because not even mineta is that ridiculous) and being gobsmacked at this behavior. it has him lowkey paranoid, because he wonders if he has ever acted like that towards anyone, even if he meant well.
similar to kiri, DENKI is the type to pull the guy aside and tell him whatâs up. except, heâd do it so casually, the guy would probably think heâs joking. now, DENKIâs scared because the guy was trying to rope him in his shenanigans (even though heâd never resort to such tactics!!)
heâll try to joke that being a ânice guyâ is out of style (except heâs not really joking) and because this guy genuinely freaks him out, heâd just focus on creating distance between you and that dude.
âbro was gooning so hard đ that was not sigma đčâ
KATSUKI practically implodes, when he first sees it, but itâs such an expected reactionâ the nice guy doesnât even think twice about it. KATSUKI looks annoyedâ pissed off, when this rando goes up to you and pats you on the head with his unwashed hand, but after the nice guy momentarily goes away, KATSUKI turns to you and tells you to ignore it. not because he thinks you canât deal with the problem, nor that it isnât worth dealing with appropriately, but because he doesnât want you to worry about someone like him any longer. there are better things for both of yâall to worry about, and this will no longer be your problem.
KATSUKI doesnât even give the dude the luxury of a warning, the next time he sees him and theyâre ALONE?? heâs approaching him with such speed, it has the guy shaking in his boots. the nice guy literally regrets trying to be all nice to you for ulterior motives, and he makes it knownâ but KATSUKI doesnât care anymore.
âi was just being nice! canât a guy be nice anymore??â
âoh so you wanna dieââ
âsheesh, okay! fine! iâll stop. the bitch doesnât deserve it anywayâŠâ
â⊠say what.â
KATSUKI did in fact deal with it, and you never had to think twice about him again (excluding the times you laughed about it to him.)
ângl i canât believe he thought thatâd work.â
âwell heâs a fucking dumbass. focus on stretching.â
SHOUTO is so confused, because he canât understand why anyone would actually act this way, and for ulterior motives too. he canât understand lying about who you are to get somethingâ especially if that somebody is you, and especially if someone just wants that attention. itâs one thing to have a crush on you, sure (he gets that because he literally does), but itâs another thing to make you uncomfortable in the process of trying to get with you.
SHOUTO looks puzzledâ insulted even, when he sees this guy pat you on the head and call you short. not just because he literally touched you and made you uncomfortable, but also because he couldâve been wrong too đ
SHOUTO wouldnât try to hide the fact that heâs trying to get in between of you. heâs literally like a sturdy foundation, unable to be movedâ even if the guy tried to push him aside (also⊠thatâs certainly a choice..)
SHOUTO is blunt with it. he will try to correct him on your heightâ even if he doesnât need to. nice guy probably already knows that youâre not actually that short, but SHOUTO needs to make things known.
âplease get it right. sheâs not short.â (heâd say, if youâre not)
âyouâre quite wrong, sheâs not that short.â (heâd say, if you are)
and heâd just watch the color drain off his face with secret satisfaction, and the room atmosphere would go awkward afterwards (but does he GAF, nopeâŠ)
âyou didnât have to annihilate him like that,â youâd tease SHOUTO later, and then sarcastically remark, âi thought he was a nice guyâ
âthey finish last. at least, according to a saying.â
#bnha x reader#mha x reader#bnha x y/n#bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou katsuki x y/n#bakugou headcanons#bnha headcanons#mha headcanons#shoto x reader#todoroki x reader#bakugou x you#bakugou katsuki x you#todoroki shouto x reader#shoto headcanons#todoroki headcanons#kaminari denki x you#kaminari x reader#kaminari denki x reader#kaminari headcanons#kirishima imagines#todoroki imagines#bakugou imagines#kirishima eijirou x reader#kirishima x reader#kirishima eijirou x y/n#kirishima headcanons#ashido mina x f!reader#ashido mina x reader#ashido mina x you
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studying with them
âšBakugoâš is a mean tutor, Iâm sorry. Heâll absolutely roast you alive if you get over half of the questions wrong. âHah?! How did you pass class with these grades?!â Heâs smart but ruthless. Funnily enough, heâs still soft with you because youâre sat on his lap with his chin resting on your shoulder. âAlright, by the time Iâm done with you, youâll be able to calculate series in your sleep!â But when you finally get everything correct, itâs SO rewarding. Your boyfriend looks exceedingly pleased with himself and he hugs you from behind. âGood job. You finally did it. Now we can go on our dates like usual.â
âšShoutoâš is very patient with you. He explains all of your errors and mistakes like a professor - a very boring one. Admittedly, his dull tone has made you doze off more than once. But the best parts are when you take breaks and his sister gives you two snacks. Youâve probably gained a pound from the amount of mochi she feeds you two. âHm, maybe if we have the snacks at the end of the session youâll be able to focus moreâŠâ Suddenly youâre able to argue with him in perfect broken English.
âšDekuâš has the amazing ability to make you more confused than you initially were when you arrived. He spouts on and on and on about theories and random historians that developed the techniques or ideas. âDid you know that Aristotle- Y/N, are you paying attention?â Crap, was that drool on the corner of your mouth? âOh, uhhh mightâve missed the past few minutes but I finished the worksheet.â He sheepishly laughs and scratches the back of his head, âSorry, Iâll look over it for you.â
âšKirishimaâš isnât helping you; youâre helping him. Itâs not that heâs a bad student, but that he lacks the will to apply himself and is a bad test taker. âSo x equals 9?â After realizing how well he responds to constructive feedback, you smile. âYes! You got that right!â He lets out a tired sigh, âThen why are my grades so low?â Poor baby looks like he wants to cry. Youâve never seen him in such low spirits so he must take this seriously. âYouâre just a bad test taker. Try to relax, get sleep, and donât stress too much!â Your advice really helps him out, so he treats you to a nice date.
âšDenkiâš is a clueless and helpless soul every time you two study together. Letâs face it, youâve probably gotten dumber through spending time with him. âWhy is English so stupidly hard?! Their, there, theyâre. They sound the same!â You honestly have a hard time understanding the complex nature of the language, too. So, you both decide to watch Disney movies in only English. The best part is that youâve both started to understand it more; the worst part is that Denki now also knows the songs in English.
âšIidaâš has been waiting for this moment. Honestly, heâs been fantasizing about studying with you because he loves the aesthetic. The possibility of you having trouble and then him needing to lean in? And then you bumping heads and laughing together?? Yeah, heâs a nerd through and through. So donât be surprised when you ask him for help that he exclaims âYes! I have a weekly schedule planned outâ and then the library is booked for only you two.
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#bnha fluff#bnha imagines#bakugou fluff#bnha bakugo katsuki#todoroki shoto x reader#mha todoroki#deku x y/n#bnha deku#kirishima x y/n#kirishima eijiro x reader#denki x you#mha denki#iida tensei#iida fluff#bakugou x reader#shouto fluff#shoto x you#deku midoriya#mha imagines#mha kirishima
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Omega!BNHA boys - easiest to hardest labours
Anon:Â who has the easiest or the most difficult time giving birth for the BNHA boys?
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Anon:Â Which BNHA boys had the easiest/hardest births?
(Okay, the people have asked and so I have delivered. I do think that Dabi, Shouto and Aizawa probably wouldnât have any pups, but I also donât think theyâre so against getting pregnant as someone like Kakashi. Therefore, while I will never write pregnant Kakashi, Iâm happy to write pregnant Dabi, Shouto and Aizawa. I picked the characters to include based on who I had ideas for. Enjoy~)Â
Warnings: Fairly graphic labour depictions (Nothing crazy but some specific stuff), blood mentions, mentions of epidurals, mentions of near death experiences.Â
1.   Hitoshi Shinsou â He has difficulties whilst pregnant, but as far as the actual labour goes, Shinsou has the easiest time ever. Even his first pregnancy was super easy, and with every consecutive pregnancy (Shinsou has four pregnancies and five children in total) it just gets faster and simpler. None of his labours last more than five hours. Heâs the poster boy for âDoctors and other omegas hate himâ. Â
2.   Izuku Midoriya â Firstly, this boy has the most insane pain tolerance ever, so that certainly helps him during labour. Basically, the whole thing is simple for him. He has you and his mother with him for support, and everything goes completely as planned. Itâs not easy, but itâs certainly easier than most omegas find it.
3.   Katsuki Bakugouâ His is much the same as Izukuâs. Simple and easier than most omegas find it. Heâs only slightly lower down because his pain tolerance isnât quite as high, and Katsuki had twins which made it slightly more complicated. However, he made sure that everyone elseâs experience was as hard as possible. The doctors and midwives will certainly remember Bakugou, letâs just say that.
4.   Eijrio Kirishima â His labour is very normal and average. He definitely decides to go for a natural birth, because heâs definitely man enough to handle it without pain medication. Spolier alert, he caves and gets an epidural. That definitely makes the first part of the labour more difficult. He handles the whole thing very well though, but heâs got a strong grip so his alphaâs hand may be a little sore.
5.   Denki Kaminari â Denkiâs labour is also normal, but his pup is very large and Denki tears pretty badly. Kaminari canât walk very well when he leaves the hospital and has to use a wheelchair for a little while. Heâs very adorable though, because he invites all his friends over and lets them into the hospital room one by one, as long as the doctors are cool with it. He tries to keep up a cheerful attitude the whole time, and he gets very, very loud while heâs pushing. He also definitely gives his alpha some nasty electric shocks if they donât wear some heavy-duty rubber gloves. Kaminari canât walk very well when he leaves the hospital and has to use a wheelchair for a little while.
6.   Fumikage Tokoyami â His labour is exhausting, in every sense of the word. Itâs lasts 24 hours in total, and he gives birth to triplets. Three babies and an entire day of labour. No wonder heâs exhausted. By the end, heâs constantly saying that he canât do it anymore, and when the labour is finished, heâs only awake long enough to glance at his babies before collapsing. Itâs tough for him.
7.   Dabi â This is where things start to shift into more difficult labours. His labour is also in the normal range, but he doesnât have access to medicine in the same way as the people above him on the list. He has to deal with it with only his alpha and a sketchy medic who could probably stitch him up but had never delivered a pup before. He doesnât get proper post-natal care, so it takes him a while to recover, but ultimately, heâs okay. Honestly, everyone else in the room is in just as much danger as him because he really loses control of his fire. If his alpha doesnât have a quirk that can counter him, they might have to leave the room at certain points.
8.   Shouto Todoroki â He has to have a c-section because his hips arenât wide enough because of the suppressant abuse he endured during puberty. Shouto is pretty terrified of being drugged with pain meds because it freaks him out to be so vulnerable around so many people. His alpha needs to make sure he can see them at all times while heâs having his operation because he needs to be kept calm. Shouto needs quite a bit of time to recover too, because his job is so physically demanding that he canât return until heâs fully healed. Heâs not very happy about that.
9.   Shouta Aizawa â Shouta has a really tough time in labour, particularly after his pup is already out. He haemorrhages badly. His alpha actually gets shoved into the corner of the room with how many doctors flood to the room to treat Shouta. Itâs definitely very nerve-wracking for a few hours, but Shouta is okay in the end. Very tired, but okay. Itâs a huge relief, although you definitely have to constantly stop Shouta from overworking himself while heâs still recovering.
10.  Toshinori Yagi - His labour is very high risk from the get go. He has a significant injury, heâs very underweight and heâs in his late forties. It was just red flag after red flag, but he was desperate for a family now that he had finally retired and he wouldnât stop until he had achieved his dream. So, he gives birth at a private hospital with a whole army of doctors to help him. His blood pressure sky rockets, and he has issues with blood loss. The pup is thankfully very healthy, if a little underweight, but Toshi is in a bad state. Heâs pretty distressed through the whole thing, and relies on his alpha to calm him down and support him as much as they can. It takes him a long time to recover, but he treats the recovery seriously now that heâs retired and it goes well.Â
11. Tomura Shigaraki â If he had better medical attention, he wouldnât be right at the bottom of this list. His labour is complicated. His pup is in breech and gets tangled in the umbilical cord, which is not immediately clear because he couldnât go to a hospital. He managed to kidnap a doctor after he found out that he was pregnant, offering to let him go once he delivered the baby, but the doctor was still lacking enough equipment to properly help him. He had to go the hospital in the end, covering his face and hiding his identity, relying heavily on his alpha to get him there and protect his identity. He was in such a dire condition that the doctors treated him first and asked questions later, the second he was awake and vaguely stable, you both grabbed your pup and broke out of the hospital. It was a disaster and both Tomura and his pup almost died multiple times.
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Hi! Can I please request some headcanons for Izuku, Katsuki, Shouto, and Denki with an s/o who doesnât like getting into arguments and will always try to avoid getting into one with their boyfriends either by compromising and/or just throwing in the towel and just admitting that whatever their boyfriend said is right and itâs because they didnât have a great home life growing up and want to avoid becoming like their parents and the boys finding out and their reaction to that? Thanks!
a/n:Â hiya!! of course hun! i did a similar argument hc a while ago, but this one is vastly different in a few ways!! thank you for the request love!!
headcanon: them reacting to their s/oâs refusal to argue with them
key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk
warnings: fluff, swearing, some angst, one mention of sky high, endeavor is tryingâą
;cut for length;
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Surprisingly enough, there are a good number of times youâve had an argument arise with Deku.
Not the ones where you playfully tease him about not sitting with you on the long trips you took as a class to places.
But the ones where youâd find him training for hours on end with no text or call to let you know that heâd be running late for a date, or a study session.
The ones where heâs so caught up in everything else that he doesnât really make time to focus on your relationship.
Which wouldnât be that big of a deal, had he just told you upfront that he was busy. But with the promise of always finding a way to make time for you, you were beginning to feel like maybe there was someone else, or maybe he didnât really like you, like you thought he did.
But even when you were upset or angry, and Deku cornered you to talk about it, youâd shut him out and tell him it was fine, and that it really wasnât his fault. It was yours for being so devoted to a relationship during such a serious time.
But Deku knew it was more than that.
Every time you seemed upset, or angry, or frustrated by something that seemed like something heâd done or may have had a part in, you always shut him down, telling him youâd get over it like an adult, and handle it.
âYou donât have to handle everything by yourself, letâs just talk about it, why are you feeling like this? You can talk to me, you know Iâll listen.â Dekuâs comforting arms wrapped around you, preventing you from leaving this time around.
Heâd spent maybe a few too many hours trying to learn some new moves and forgot that he was supposed to text you after the first hour to check up on you and your studies.
And when he finally came back after a shower, he realized youâd sent him a few texts asking if he was okay and if he was going to be done training soon.
âItâs fine, Izuâ. I have some work I have to finish-â
âItâs not fine. I upset you, Iâm sorry. But please talk to me. Why are you always trying to dismiss what actually happened?â Deku tried to capture gaze, only to find your lashes sprinkled with tears as you gave a shaky breath.
âI just donât want us to end up like my parents. All they did was fight and argue.â Youâd never really told anyone about that. Let alone anyone youâd been in a relationship with.Â
In that moment, all Izuku could do was hold you closer, laying his head in the crook of your neck.
âIâm sorry. I should take your feelings into account when I make promises to you. I apologize for not keeping those promises.â Deku pulled back and looked into your eyes.
âAnd please donât be afraid to talk to me. I know thatâs scary to think about, but if I make you upset, just talk to me, we donât have to scream or fight, we can have a civilized conversation together about something, and if you feel like we canât, we can always have our friends help if youâre comfortable with that.â Izuku smiled softly, swiping his thumbs over your cheeks to wipe your tears away.
You pushed a small smile onto your lips, resting your face back on his chest as he held you close.
âIâm sorry too.â You apologized.
âDonât be, itâs okay. Why donât we watch a funny movie and relax? I can make us some popcorn!â Izuku was ready with some cheesy hero movie on hand, probably one about some superhero high school with a magical flying bus and a protagonist whose parents were the top heroes, a plot youâd begun to see more and more often these days with the progression of hero society.
âSounds like a plan.â You giggled.
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Bakugou argues with you because you wonât argue with him-
On a serious note, most of your âargumentsâ start because he feels like you donât trust him enough to talk to him about your feelings.
If you are upset with him for something, or if you feel an argument coming on, youâll dismiss yourself, your feelings, say heâs right, and just back down.
And we all know Bakugou will not go down without a fight example a, the sports festival.
He gets defensive, if not a little more agitated when you donât tell him whatâs going on. Not that heâs entitled to know how youâre feeling constantly, but because if heâs going to be in a relationship, he wants communication between the two of you.
If thereâs something you canât communicate to each other, then it doesnât need to happen or thereâs a problem somewhere.
Which is why when you say that itâs nothing, or that you arenât upset when he knows that thatâs utter fucking bullshit, he gets angry.Â
He wonât take his anger out on you, heâs not that kind of asshole.Â
Even though he hates the assholes, he sometimes drops little clues to Kirishima or Sero.
But overall, he just wants to talk it out with you. He wants to understand whatâs going on, why youâre feeling the way you are, what-if thereâs anything-he can do differently to help you feel better or to prevent this feeling from happening again.
It all crumbles apart when Bakugou said heâd help you with some math homework that youâd be struggling on.
Only for him to be four hours late because he was sitting in detention for sparking a fight with some shit-talking smartass from a support class.
That night you had struggled to answer the problems on your homework, only to bomb the pop quiz on the same subject the next day. It was a mess, and you were upset.
Your grades of course were not Bakugouâs responsibility, but his responsibility was to at least give you a heads-up that the study session wouldâve been moved, or cancelled.
Instead you stayed up way to late trying to understand problems that werenât making any sense, and now your grade was sitting in a hole.
So you were upset.Â
But when Bakugou questioned why you were so quiet around him, you just shrugged your shoulders.
âWhat gives? You not talkinâ to me or something?â Bakugou wasnât exactly sure why you were mad at him until you packed up your things at the common room table, your low grade on the pop quiz and homework proving why you were in a bad mood.
And then Bakugou realized that was the homework he said heâd help you with.
âShit, that was due Tuesday wasnât it.â Bakugou grumbled.
âYeah.â You mumbled.
âHey whatâs wrong with you? Did I do somethinâ? Why you fuckinâ ignoring me and shit?â Bakugouâs fowl language was something you were used to. He wasnât angry, he was confused, though his vocabulary couldâve fooled you.
âItâs nothing, you didnât do anything, Iâve got to study to get this grade up, Iâll see you tomorrow.â You pushed on without another word, trying to escape back to your dorm.
At the mention of the word study, Bakugou then remembered the promised study session.
âHey wait! I was supposed to help you do that shit, letâs go work on-â
âItâs fine, I got it. Go do whatever you want.â You didnât look at him.
âNo, now cut the bullshit letâs go study.â Bakugou tugged you up toward his dorm.
Inside you stood holding your things, your emotions beginning to bubble over as you watched him look for his bag, a stray bandage over his cheek from the punch the kid had thrown at him. Just staring at it made you upset.
âWhy did you do it?â You asked quietly, your voice wavering.
âWhat? Do what?â Bakugou responded.
âI just wanted you to help me and...you-â You stopped yourself, realizing it was selfish to think it was Bakugouâs job to help you exceed in class. Shaking your head you held your things tightly and turned to leave.
âIâm sorry, Iâm not feeling well-â
âBullshit, what the fuck is goinâ on with you? Youâre upset, I know you are, whatâs the problem?â Bakugou stopped you from leaving, almost forcing you to sit on his bed and explain why you were so distant.
âNo- itâs not fair to you, I canât do this, I canât argue with you over something so stupid, I donât want to end up like my fucking parents.â You were crying at this point, tears flooding from your eyes as you dropped your things, your books scattering across his bed as you fell into his arms.
âAre you talking about the fight? You have to communicate with me if you want me to help you. Can you at least tell me what youâre feeling?â Bakugou wanted to help, but with no information, there was little he could do.
âI was just so frustrated, because I was looking forward to studying, and then I found out you were in that stupid fight and I felt like I was all alone, like youâd deserted me and so I just tried to do it on my own and I messed up, and I felt like it was all your fault. I know itâs not. Had I just talked to you we couldâve studied and I wouldâve done fine.â You broke down, sobbing into his warm embrace.
âIâm sorry. Just call me out on my bullshit, okay? Itâs not right that you gottaâ be affected by my own stupid actions.â Bakugou tugged you back from him to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.
âWhy donât we try and do a few practice problems to help you better understand the material?â Bakugou offered, stroking his thumb over your cheeks to wipe your tears.
âYeah, that sounds nice.â
After some silence of Bakugou helping you work through the problems, you thanked him silently with a long hug, just resting your head on his chest. He didnât ask any questions about the comment youâd made, he knew it was probably a sensitive topic.
But heâd be there when you were ready to talk about it.
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Todoroki doesnât really like to argue, not like full on yelling and screaming at least.
If heâs having an argument, heâll try his best to be civil about it, but sometimes he can get a little heated and possibly raise his voice.
Heâs always been fairly outspoken, having to usually bide by someone elseâs rules that he barely thinks for himself, but as of late, heâs doing himself a favor and being his own person, living by his own rules, and sometimes that means bucking up against others when theyâre incorrect.
But when it comes to you, he canât really see himself arguing with you, at least over little things.
However, he des find it rather upsetting that you didnât mention youâd ran into his dad a couple days ago.
Youâd just been out shopping and happened to bump into the pro and you said your helloâs, conversed for a few second about school before both continuing on with your day.
You didnât think it was all that important, and for the most part youâd kind of forgotten about the entire incident.
Youâd met Shotoâs father a few times before, which is why he recognized you as his sonâs significant other.
So when Enji just so happened to mention the little meeting at a âfamily lunchâ on the weekend, Shoto was a bit surprised, and a bit concerned about the run-in.
Considering the first time Shoto introduced you to his father as his significant other, Enji was a bit opposed to the idea of his son having a relationship, but eventually he grew fond of you, thinking that it might be a good idea for his son to have something normal like a relationship, and go on dates, and live like a teenager.
Worried that he mightâve said something rude, Shoto brought it up in his room after eating lunch.
âWhy didnât you mention running into my father?â Shoto asked bluntly as he sat on his bed, watching as you straightened out your sweater.
âI didnât really remember it when I came back to the dorms, it was quick, just said hi and talked about school for a few seconds before we went our separate ways.âÂ
âIf it happens again just tell me, I donât know what heâs thinking, just because he says heâs okay with us together doesnât mean thatâs what he really wants.â Shoto was almost dismissive of the fact that his father had actually just seen his sonâs s/o in public, stopped to say hi and then get back to his busy day.
âIt wasnât anything like that, he seemed fine. He was busy, if he was upset it was probably just because heâd had a long day.â You lowered your voice, bowing your head before speaking again.
âI shouldâve told you, Iâm sorry. Please donât be mad at me.â You were on the offense now, leaving your old statement in the past.
âWhat? Be mad at you? Iâm not mad, Iâm just concerned.â Shoto stood up and walked over to you, quickly noticing how emotional youâd become.
âHey did I say something wrong? Please donât dry, whatâs going on, talk to me.â Shoto lifted your chin only to see your eyelashes coated in tears.
âIâm sorry! Youâre right I shouldâve told you-â
âHey, hey, shhh.â Shoto hugged you, his warm arms wrapping around you as he held you close.
âYou donât have to side with me, if he was nice I believe you. Are you alright?â He asked pulling away to wipe the tears from your cheeks.
âI just-I didnât want us to argue or fight like my parents and I just didnât want you to be mad-â
âHey, itâs okay. Iâm not mad, and we donât have to argue, weâre just talking, weâre not arguing, okay? Itâs okay.â Shoto comforted you, allowing his hands to rub your back.
âIâm sorry.â You cried softly as he led you back to his bed to sit.
âDonât apologize, itâs okay to feel differently than me, it doesnât mean Iâm mad or upset at you. Iâm here to listen when you need me to, please donât feel afraid to talk to me.â Â
Lifting your head to look at Sho, you pushed a small smile onto your lips.
âYour hand is cold.â You nudged his right arm, his hand touching your skin under the hem of your shirt as he held you close to him.
âSorry.â He smiled, wiggling his fingers to tickle you.
âHey! Theyâre cold!â You laughed through your tears, trying to get away from his icy fingers.
âI love you.â
âI love you too.â You pressed a small kiss to the back of his right hand, his cool skin resting against your lips.
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Kaminari doesnât argue- at least not with you.
Heâll accuse Kirishima of cheating on some first-person shooter game, or yell curses at Sero for blue-shelling him in Mario Kart.
But heâs never really argued with you about anything.
That doesnât mean youâve never had opposing views. Most of the time, Kaminari just listens and tried to understand how you feel.
But more recently, as you progress through school, heâs been doing weird things.
Training longer, forgetting to text you-and he always texts you.
It hurts your heart when you see him smiling and goofing around with Kirishima when today was your movie-night.
Youâre not angry at him, you donât own him for the day, heâs allowed to do other things, but you feel upset. You feel like he doesnât care about your feelings.
So you head up to your room early, not even bothering to say goodbye to him.
Only about thirty minutes go by when heâs knocking on your door asking for you, asking if youâre feeling okay and why you went back to your room so early.
âIâm fine.â You lie, your expression was more than telling of that factor. You had a pout on your lips, your brows werenât up and happy, and your eyes didnât sparkle at the sight of your handsome boyfriend.
âYouâre not! Whatâs goinâ on shawty?â Kaminari always uses humor to make you feel better, thatâs just what heâs good at. He can be serious too, but he likes putting a smile on your face before he gets all serious.
âItâs nothing, you were having fun with Kirishima, I donât want to interrupt.â And without meaning to, youâve spilled exactly why you were feeling so upset.
Kaminari stares at you with his wide golden eyes, shaking his head as he practically tackles you through your dorm-room door frame into a hug.
Wrapping his arms around you he hugs you close and smiles.
âI didnât ignore you! Kirishima just talks a lot.â Kaminari is quick to assume you were slightly jealous.
âI-I, no no youâre fine! Go have fun!â
âNo. Iâm staying with you.â Kaminariâs voice is a bit rougher this time, forcing the fact that he was going to spend time with you now.
After speaking he realized youâre crying. He quickly starts panicking, wondering if his stern âBakugouâ voice scared you.
âHey, hey! Why are you crying? Whatâs wrong?â Heâs rubbing your arms and trying to wipe your tears away as they flow from your eyes.
âI didnât want us to argue-I was just feeling weird and left-out and I-Iâm sorry for being so jealous over something so little and stupid, please donât be mad at me, I donât want to fight and bicker like my parents do.â You donât realize Kaminariâs expression softening at the mention of your fear, becoming like your parents.
âIâd never yell or argue with you over something like that. Itâs okay to feel jealous or hurt, just talk to me about it okay? I canât help you if I donât know how to. We can converse like this about things, it doesnât have to escalate.â Kaminari is soothing surprisingly. His touch is gentle even though it wanders.
Holding your hands is a nice feeling, and he enjoys holding them. Rubbing his thumb over your knuckles relaxes you as you lean in to rest your head on his chest.
âIâm sorry.âÂ
âDonât apologize. I love you.â Kaminari kisses the top of your head and hugs you tightly.
âHow about you pick out the movie this time! If itâs scary, you get the pleasure of cuddling into me!â Kaminari wiggles his brows.
âYou were the one terrified to turn the lights off last time.â You giggle, lifting your head to wipe your eyes.
âI donât remember that at all.â Kaminari teases, walking over to your bed to get comfy while you looked for a movie to watch.
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hereâs to cherry cokes and bloody noses, itâs 1965
i need to write smth w/o burning out so here are the bnha boys in the outsiders au:
IZUKU MIDORIYA is the "runt" of the group. he's the greaser that the socs pick on relentlessly until he bulks up due to fights with the gang. he's too sweet for his own good, but he grows thicker skin as he ages. he started going out with you, with much dissent from the gang, after you yelled a group of sleazy socs that were bothering you and your friend. let's just say he took care of that relatively quickly. he's a true softy, he loves taking you to the drive in movies, to hang out in someone's yard, or take you riding in his mom's busted car. he works on it with the noys, occasionally, and when is hair gets a bit too long, he'll ask for one of your hairties to hold it :)
SHOUTO TODOROKI is a soc, but one that minds his business. he's well liked, because he's rather indifferent and daddy's money helps and all. he's never seen without a very specific sweater he likes and expensive gifts and candies he gives to his friends and aquaintances. he's not typically seen antagonizing any of the greasers; he finds it beneath him, until some socs starts turning on him when he took a liking to you, a greaser. he didn't think much of it; he's an untouchable, not a greaser nor soc would dare fuck with him and what's his, and that includes you now.
SERO HANTA is a soc, but honestly crosses the line between soc and greaser pretty often. he's the resident casanova of the town, like denki, is seen with a new fling almost every week. that is, until you came along. he likes making a show of picking you up in his dad's red 1964 mustang, making all the girls around gasp, and everyone else quite envious. he's never seen without a toothpick inbetween his pretty teeth and a cocky smile on his face. not much of a fighter, he's much more of a friendly preson, he often says, "make love, not war, baby." he can be a sleaze, sometimes, but you love him for it.
DENKI KAMINARI is a soc, known mainly for his flirtatiousness and driving his father's expensive ass car. he doesn't do very well in school, hence you meeting him as a tutor. he offers you lollipops and always asks to take you out for tutoring him, though he's not really invested in learning the material. he's more interested in your company. he rarely actually fights people, mainly choosing to watch a brawl from a safe distance or not attending at all. he's never seen without his letterman jacket and a cherry lollipop in his mouth, it's his brand, though he'd never give up the chance to give you one, though.
KATSUKI BAKUGOU is a greaser notorious for his fighting skills and temper. he's got a penchant for pissing off socs and then beating the tar out of 'em later. it's one of his favorite activities, other than working on cars in the shop or taking you out on a drive in cars he doesn't own. he's never seen without his leather jacket and a pretty little thing on his arm, namely, you. the boys give him shit for calling you cutesy names (usually dollface, sugar, princess and angel) but he doesn't give a damn because "it's not like any of ya could find a dame like mine, anyways." he's quick to buy you any sort of sweets or small thing he can, because although money can be short sometimes, he wants to be the man to provide for you.
EIJIROU KIRISHIMA is a greaser, he doesn't go picking fights like katsuki does, but that doesn't mean he avoids 'em either. he's never seen without his hair greased and white muscle shirt on. he's also fond of working on cars with katsuki. he has a bad habit of accidently stealing bubblegum from the mom and pop shop across the street when buying drinks and stuff. they just let him take it now. he's the calmest of the greasers, not one to immediately throw punches, but sure as hell likes to finish up fights. however, all that goes out the window when it comes to you. he'd kill a grown man for ya, greaser or soc, because nobody disrespect his sweetheart and gets away with it.
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BeatBox/Junebugg Challenge
Pairings: Shouto Todoroki x reader, Kastuki Bakugou x reader, Izuku Midoriya x reader, Eijirou Kirishima x reader, Hanta Sero x reader, Denki Kaminari x reader, Hitoshi Shinsou x reader, Tenya Iida x reader.
TW: just the regular obscenities
A/n: IK yâall may not know this trend but itâs funny af so this is the beatbox/junebugg challenge (sound by SpotemGottem) and yeah I hope yâall like my lil hc of the s/o doing it with the boys đđ
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đ§ He has the most aesthetically pleasing tiktok
đ§ Thereâs slime videos, drawing videos with lofi music in the back, your basic encouraging quotes
đ§ Who needs therapy when you got Shoutoâs fyp? /j
đ§ He may be a lil...offbeat in your dance videos but he still tries. Thankfully this was an easy one to learn.
đ§ He out here thinking he got it until you buck at him.
đ§ You think he finna take that shit? Heâs gonna buck TF back, on reflex, and scare the fuck out of you.
đ§ Immediately goes into protective boyfriend mode after seeing you flinch hard. You should expect a tight hug; heâs rubbing your back while the whole clip rolling.
đ§ âLove, Iâm sorry but why did you move to hit me? I didnât mean to scare you Iâm sorry.â
đ§ âBaby, Itâs okay that was the challenge.â
đ§ âYes, but you looked so scared and it was my fault,â he wraps his arms tighter around you so youâre snuggled safely into his chest.
đ§ Post it with captions of what he said during the video and see all the comments talm bout ââ ïžâŒïžWARNINGâŒïžHAPPY COUPLEâ ïžâ
đ„ Itâs known Bakugou knows no fucking challenge on that app.
đ„ Except for that buss it challenge. Heâs keeping tabs on yo ass.
đ„ His fyp is comprised of prisontok (thank mtha for this), mortalkombat edits, and recommendations for shoujo mangas DC comics.
đ„ He already knows the drill, you teach him the dance, he does it with no care, you post it.
đ„ This one is fairly easy⊠until you attempt to press him
đ„ He runs up on you, chest puffed up, arms tense and hanging straight. That intimidation stance.
đ„ âWhat you tryna do? We can tussle right now wassup.â Now you gotta deal with him pressing you as you finish the dance.
đ„ When he realizes youâre laughing, he just sucks his teeth before lightly pushing you.
đ„ âWhy am I even dating you?â
đ„ The biggest tsundere simp on the earth.
đ„ He loves you so much but you always test him.
đ„Š Umm All Might edits runs his fyp.
đ„Š The occasional analytic reports on recent and past villain attacks are there too.
đ„Š Only gets a smidge of alt tiktok so it ainât that boring.
đ„Š Doesnât know the dance either but heâll do it just for you <3
đ„Š Never expects you to fucking buck at him tho.
đ„Š Mans flinch mad hard omg.
đ„Š He removes his hands from his face when he hears you laugh and continue the dance.
đ„Š Now he stopped, looking at you with the saddest puppy eyes.
đ„Š âWhy did you flinch at me baby?â Heâs just standing in the frame all pouty and shit.
đ„Š âPrince(ss), please donât do that again. You honestly scared me.â He walks off in the middle of the video, his fluffy duck house slippers squeaking with every step.
đ„Š Go say youâre sorry right now đ§đœââïž
â Crimson Riot edits duhh
â But itâs a mixture of Bakugouâs and Todorokiâs with a sprinkle of popular dances down his stream.
â Has Ski Mask edits as well
â Still, he doesnât know the dance at all
â Baby boy is so sweet cause the second you buck at him...he just plants one straight on your lips thinking you went in for a kiss.
â Shocked, bamboozled, frozen, he really kissed you as you tried to buck him?
â Mans continued the dance like youâre not wide-mouthed behind him.
â âBro, I know you did not just kiss me when I tried to buck you.â The whole badman vibes just dissipate from the air, he smiling at you like it was cool.
â âBabe,â he whined. âI thought you just wanted a smooch.â
â Seeing you mad, he just grabs you up and launches more kisses on your face.
â You tried to look hard for the video only for him to soften you up quickly.
â At least you got cuddles after.
đ©č His tiktok is filled with funny ass videos
đ©č They always come up on his fyp before going famous. Hence why his comments be having 30k likes (they funny as well)
đ©č Has the best cooking tutorials in his favorites that he makes to impress you.
đ©č Already knows the dance so you donât need to teach him.
đ©č Yâall both tried to press each other with giant smiles on your faces before starting a round of play fighting.
đ©č âCanât fuck with you no mo.â He turns to you before continuing the dance.
đ©č Alternating lyrics and shii...being the baddest couple to step in the game.
đ©č He wraps his arms around you before throwing peace signs to the camera at the end.
đ©č The coolest boyfriend award goes to this king.
âĄïž How...how is he in every part of tiktok
âĄïž Straightok, alt tiktok, beantok, frogtok. You describe to him the video and he either knows it or he can find it in seconds.
âĄïž If Pandoraâs Box opened and escaped into somebodyâs account, it would most likely be Denkiâs.
âĄïž He did the challenge with Bakugou before but it ended in flames...but he wonât decline to do it wit you
âĄïž Why yâall buck each other and ended up hitting your foreheads?
âĄïž Spent the rest of the video rubbing your forehead while Denki laughing.
âĄïž âWhy tf your shit so hard? Built like damn cementâ you glared at him as he laughed even harder.
âĄïž âI shock my own brain everyday. I think my skull hardened as a resultâ
âĄïž The next day, youâre seen walking around with your forehead on swole.
âĄïž On the bright side, you get forehead kisses every 5 minutes.
đź There ainât no Eraserhead edits so he makes them himself.
đź All his fyp got some led light show going on. Every. Fucking. Video.
đź But theyâre all good vibes, great music, and nice ass comment section
đź Occasional gaming videos come up because he follows some twitch streamers on there
đź Doesnât know the beatbox/junebugg challenge. You woke him out of bed to do it.
đź Youâre vibing in the video before you buck at him.
đź He didnât budge. He stopped doing the dance altogether to stand up and just glare you down.
đź He out here in his cow print moo moo pants and you do this shit to him?
đź Now youâre nervous, flickering your eyes to him as you continued the video dancing.
đź The minute the sound ends he stalks off back to bed. Using all the sheets to cover him.
đź Have fun sleeping in the cold. Just kidding, he canât sleep without cuddling you but just remember he is mad.
đ ...you think he knows tiktok?
đ Thought it was slang for the actual clock app.
đ Got it to see what the hype was about but doesnât even bother to make an actual account.
đ Itâs really just the generic shit on there.
đ So heâs excited to do a dance with you even though he only knows the tinman.
đ Umm...failed to do the actual dance. It gives 60-year-old white man on a tropical cruise.
đ And then you buck at him.
đ All movements stop. He justs staring at you, his glasses hiding his actual eyes.
đ The air around you feels real cold. Your premonition telling you to electric slide out of the room but nah, you continue to dance. The man, who tried to commit murder at the age of 16, just staring at you stoned face.
đ The second he opened his mouth, you DIPPED out of the room, leaving your phone running and Iida just standing confused.
đ Turns out, he wasnât trying to end your bloodline, he was just confused if that was a dance step he missed.
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Hello, I really like your writing, and I was wondering if I could request headcanons of how Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, and Todoroki would react if somebody flirted with their s/o right in front of them, and the boys try to be calm and just tell the other person that they're in a relationship, but the person flirting just doesn't care, and continues to flirt with their s/o
They get jealous of someone flirting with you
A/N: I added Shoji to this request just because I love him.I hope you donât mind (âÌŽÌâĄâÌŽÌ )ââĄ- Anako
Characters: Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, Todoroki, and Shoji
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This..... this is the reason he doesnât like to go shopping
Now katsuki isnât necessarily one to tell his s/o what to do let alone what to wear
But when your clothes start drawing too much attention is when he has a problem
Here you were checking out at your favorite mall outlet, katsuki behind you patiently waiting
âThatâll be $132 dollars please.â The cashier says looking up at you. You smile and hand hun your card. He takes it in his hand and examine the name on the front of the card.
âY/N? Thatâs a pretty name.â He grins swiping the card. You hesitate to respond, you could feel katsuki moving closer to you.
âT-thank you.â The cashier is slow with what heâs doing, clearly trying to get a conversation out of you.
âDo you shop here often? I donât ever see you around her.â
âShe comes here with her boyfriend.â You feel Katsukiâs arm wrap firmly around your waist. The cashier raises and eyebrow, but persistent. He sets the card on the counter.
âYou know if you were mine, you wouldnât be paying for your own stuff itâd be on me.â
âWith your fucking mall job? You wish.â Bakugou scoffs. Your mouth parts with sheer embarrassment.
âKatsuki!â You repeemind, âSir, can I just have my bags?â You question.
âIf I can have your num-.â Heâs cut off by a concerning crackling. You look down to see Bakugou hands illuminating with bright little flames. Not enough to cause damage, but it was still concerning.
Quickly you reach over the counter and grab your card and your bags. You then drag Katsuki out of the outlet.
âKatsuki!â You reprimand once again.
âYou shouldâve let me blow his ass to shreds.â
I feel like Kiri is a territorial guy
Whatâs his is his
So that being said Kiri is very heavy on PDA
And when someone persistently flirts with you is mind boggling to you both , as he makes it pretty clear that you have a boyfriend
But he also is very aware that his s/o is very attractive and that before are going to flirt with you
Itâs only when you tell the person you have a boyfriend and they donât respect that is when he has a problem.
One day when you were hanging out at the park just spending some quality time with Kiri, he had pointed out that a guy had been eyeing you for quite sometime
You brush him off saying that heâs just imagining things, but its when said guy walks over to you, you panic.
When the guy reaches you he doesnât say anything, he just grins and hands you a piece of paper.
âI-I have a boyfriend.â You say, handing the sheet of paper with a number sprawled on it back. The boy pushes the paper back towards you.
âBut I really think you should keep it. I saw you checking me out.â Kirishima grits his teeth at the accusation.
âLike they said they have a boyfriend. Iâm the only only theyâre âcheckingâ out.â You then push the paper back toward hun once more, but he still refuses to take it back.
âKeep-â The male stops dead in the middle of his sentence, in awe at the sight of Kirishima tonguing you dead in the mouth.
After heâs finished you fluster as you notice the guy is long gone.
Kirishima takes the paper from your hands and throws it on the ground.
âI hope he learned his lesson.â
Ok so we all know that Denki has a flirty personality
So when someone is flirting with you he picks up on it VERY quickly
That being said heâd stop it as quickly as it started, already knowing how these things work
But if the person were to keep on hitting on you Iâd see Denki getting a bit physical (as a last resort ofc)
âI already told you dude. Their taken.â He says sternly standing toe to toe with the other male.
âAnd I already told you I want their number.â The boy says shoving at Denkis chest.
Quickly you step in, forcefully shoving the other male to the ground before this gets out of hand and someone is in the ER for electrical burns
âAnd I said you werenât fucking getting it.â You respond taking Kaminari by the wrist and walking away
Afterward Kaminari would apologize constantly for not keeping his cool, but you constantly tell him itâs fine
âI didnât think youâd get physical for me.â He dramatically gasps at your words.
âIâll always fight for something worth fighting for.â
Just from looking at todoroki I get scared so how someone is flirting with you while heâs right there is beyond me
I honestly donât even imagine him saying anything to the person thatâs flirting with you that glare is deadly enough to scare anyone away
And when heâs jealous itâs doesnât necessarily show, due to his personality
He gets hit on all the time and just ignores whoeverâs hitting on him and expects you to do the same
But one day when your both at dinner, thereâs a waiter who just wonât stop.
When he would come by your table he would BLATANTLY ignore Shouto
âDo you need a refill? Or is there anything I can help you with?â He says smiling at you.
Thereâs no change in Todorokis expression but you can fell heâs aura go dark, this had to of been the fifth time that waiter has came by and asked that question
âNo thank you just the bill please.â You respond .
âWill you be splitting it between you and your friend?â
âBoyfriend.â Shouto corrects, putting a large emphasis on the âBoyâ part.
The male doesnât even glance in Todorokiâs direction.
âIâll be right back, love.â Your mouth drops as he walks away. You look at Todoroki who is physically calm, but mentally pissed.
The boy returns from the back with the billfold. He hands it to you, but you slide it to Todoroki.
Upon opening it his eyes are met with a number. Not a bill number but a phone number.
You look at Todorki who is now showing signs of being upset. He grips the bill tightly and it begins to freeze.
You look at the waiter who is now visibly scared.
âY-You know using you q-quirk in public is illeg-.â
âDo I look like I give a damn about whatâs illegal?â
You pay for the food and quickly get him out of that restaurant.
After that incident he definitely got more clingy, realizing that some people simply have no respect and he didnât want anyone to steal you away from him
He has never really been in a relationship so handling these kinds of problems is new for him. Heâll need a lot of verbal and physically validation for awhile
This boy really doesnât like being in public so the few times he acommanpies you, you hope everything will go well
But sadly, thatâs not always the case
This boyâs a true gentleman and doesnât like to have any form of dispute
So when someoneâs flirting with you heâd try to handle the situation as âprofessionalâ as possible
But when his attempts fail he doesnât get jealous, he gets very insecure.
Heâs already unsure of his appearance and seeing someone flirt with you makes him feel bad
It makes him feel as though he isnât enough
But itâs a good thing that your quick to act in these situations
âLook my boyfriend is right here, so Iâd appreciate it if you got the hell on.â You say harshly, shoving the irrelevant male who was hitting on you.
Afterward like Todoroki, Shoji will need a lot of reassurance I mean a lot
So do things like hug him, touch him, kiss him. And let him know that thereâs nobody who can take his place
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S/O Loses Memory and Quirk
Todoroki, Bakugou, and Kirishima HCs
Genre: Angst
Warnings:Â Language, violence, mentions of stab wounds and blood, a panic attack, spoiler for Bakugouâs hero name, sad bois
A/N: So I had two requests that mentioned these three with this concept and I just finished all of them and Iâm so proud that I wanted to post these ones before the other two for Denki and All Might were finished but Iâll get those out as soon as possible. I cried writing Bakugouâs, so... thereâs that HAHA please enjoy!
Hereâs the first one with Shinsou, Aizawa, Hawks, and Dabi!
Todoroki Shouto | Shouto
Shouto knows youâre a strong woman and that he doesnât need to constantly be there to protect you
But he does prefer to be there if something bad is happeningÂ
The only problem is that you two went to two different agencies after graduatingÂ
And in doing so were on opposite sides of the city
Now he always knew when something was happening on your hero route because I mean
He actually needs to in case something bad happens since itâs his JOB
But he also just really wants to be there for you if you really need it
There hasnât been a time like that, though
So imagine his utter shock and genuine fear when that time came
He was told to go to where you were patrolling because youâd been attacked and wound up in the hospitalÂ
You know the scene with the flame tear? Yeah that but times ten
He goes on patrol like a good little hero
But boy oh BOY did he just want to go to the hospital
Youâd never lost a fight before
Not even against him
Your quirk was literally the most powerful quirk heâs ever seen and I mean like, yeah, sure, he might be biased but STILL you were really powerful
So what kind of villain could hurt you so bad you had to go to the hospital???
Luckily, he only had an hour left of patrollingÂ
And as soon as that hour was up
Mans bolted
He was OFF
He ran into that hospitalÂ
And he politely asked where your room was
Because although heâs PANICKING he still is a little socially awkward sweetie and he doesnât wanna be a dick to anyone and be labeled similar to his father no no NO
But as soon as he got the number he was sprinting man
He was so worried
All patrol he was quieter than usual
And he was ridiculously anxious the whole time
His palms were sweaty
He felt like he could throw up at any second
And right now
He thought his heart was about to beat out of his chest
He carefully opens the door
You might be sleeping, he has to be considerate
And sure enough he sees your unconscious form laying in a hospital bed
It looked like you had some broken bones, and multiple bruises and cuts which means someone must have beat the shit out of you
Lovely
Thatâs what he needed to see
DefinitelyÂ
Mans doesnât show emotion that much
But when it comes to you and since it was just you and him in the room
He broke down crying
He couldnât help it
He grabbed your hand
And just sat there crying
Poor guy canât lose you
You were the best thing that ever happened to him đ„ș
You showed him that it was okay to feel things and express those things and let people in
He let you in and he couldnât let you go now
He was a genuine mess for the next couple of weeks
Because you werenât waking up
He went against what Midoriya said and asked around about what happened to you
And what he heard was horrific
Apparently the villain snuck up on you
And hit you in a few different places
And then you fell down
And then you couldnât access your quirk
And thatâs why you were in the hospitalÂ
He didnât want to think about the part that happened after you were virtually defenseless
Around his friends he was spacier than usual
He wasnât really retaining information
And his agency let him take more days off than usual because they knew he was Going Through It
And luckily on one of those days you woke up
He was next to you as per usualÂ
Holding your hand
Playing with your fingers like he always does when he gets anxious
He missed being able to do that in social situationsÂ
Or when you two were cuddling at night and he was thinking about something that was stressing him out and he would start to fiddle with your hand and you would ask him whatâs wrong
He missed you
So when he felt your hand start to move by itself
He basically gave himself whiplash with how fast he looked from your hand to your face
Sure enough
Your eyes were open
And you were looking at him
â(Y/n)âŠâ
He whispered your name as not to scare you
You could have a concussion or mild amnesia
He has already considered everything that could be wrong with you
Because he overthinks a lot
And he was nervous about this
And there was one thing he had in the back of his mind
That would probably be the worst case scenario
And much to his fears
That was confirmed to be what was going on almost immediately
âTodoroki?â
He just stares for a moment
You hadnât called him Todoroki since⊠well, a long time now
Probably back in your UA days
The two of you began dating in your second year though so
Itâs been a while
âYou look⊠older..?â
He clears his throat
Nodding
âYes. Well⊠I am 20 years old now. I would hope I look older.â
âWait, what?â
Oh shit.
He just confused you.Â
Damnit, Shouto.Â
âUhh⊠well, um. You seeâŠâ
âTodoroki what is going on? And why are you holding my hand like that?â
He freezes
He was still playing with your fingers
And it wasnât that you didnât want him to
You were just genuinely confused
He knew that
âBefore I say anything else that could be detrimental to your mental health, maybe you should ring your nurse.â
You do as he says
And the nurses and a doctor come rushing into your room
They do some evaluations
And sure enough
Your memory has been completely wiped
As has the access to the portion of your brain that allows you to control your quirk
The doctor explains to Todoroki that heâs unsure of how this happened
Bu Todoroki knows it has to be that villain
Whatever that villain did did this to you
And Todoroki isnât one to show emotions
But boy oh BOY was he riled up right now
He lowkey accidentally caught something on fire
And then to fix it lowkey on purpose just turned it into a block of ice
Even though Endeavor is the worst man on the planet
Mans is persistent on shit thatâs for sure
And thatâs like
The only trait Shouto got from that literal dumpster fire of a father
And he wasnât about to let the piece of shit that hurt you get away with it
Of course, when it comes to you as a person heâs very patient
Very understanding
Respects boundariesÂ
But he will not REST
Until the motherfucker who did this to you gets caught by him
And he will find them.
Bakugou Katsuki | DynaMight
OH BOY HERE WE GO
So Bakugou was already very protective over you
I mean thatâs expected though
Itâs
Itâs literally Bakugou
So mans has tabs on you at all times
You donât know how he does it tbh
He jokes
Yes, Bakugou can joke
He jokes about having a sixth sense when it comes to you
He just gets this feeling about you
If youâre sad? He knows
Happy? He knows
In danger? MANS KNOWS
And I guess he also has a GPS built into his brain???
He just
He knows
Probably because he cares extremely deeply about you
Like really fucking deeply
Youâre the best thing that has ever happened to him
Ever since high school
First day
When you werenât intimidated by him
There was just something special about you
And even though it took until after graduation and you almost DYING on a mission for him to finally accept that he can FEEL THINGS
He officially asked you to be his girlfriend
I say officially because, well
Yâall have basically been dating since likeÂ
Second year of high school
Even though it wasnât official
It was obvious
He was whipped
He still is
Heâs known you for five years
Youâve been officially dating for two of those years
You were unofficially dating for four
You were the most important thing in his life
You even surpassed becoming the number one hero somehow
Though he will NEVER admit that
EVER
It took him a while to realize itÂ
But the thought of living without you?
Scared him more than any villain ever could
And that is why
Mans is all dressed up
Lookin nice
Took a day off of patrol at his agency because tonight is a special night
Of course, you donât know anything
As it should be
He didnât tell a soul that he was planning on proposing tonight
Okay⊠maybe that is a lie
He told Kirishima when he got blackout drunk with the boys one night
Long story, donât ask how it happened, even the boys donât know
And Kirishima then proceeded to tell everyone of his other friendsÂ
So they all knew
But they also all knew to keep it a FUCKING SECRET unless they wanted blown up
But boy oh boy they were excited to see the pictures and the ring and the everything
But I digress
Bakugou is in the house the two of you purchased a while back
It was very much off the damn grid
For ~safety~Â
And heâs very much just messing with how he looks
He has to look perfect because he knows youâre about toÂ
And he canât be proposing to you unless heâs on your level
When suddenly
He gets a
Feeling
But it isnât the warm feeling he gets when youâre happy
Or the doopy one he gets when youâre sad
Or the wave of exhaustion he feels when youâre tired
Or the tingly feeling he gets when youâre mad
No
Itâs the feeling where his spine tenses
And his blood goes cold
And his heart drops to the floor
The one he only felt one other time
The time you almost died
He was out of that house so fast
He didnât even care if he looked all nice
You were in danger
He blasted his way through the city
Saying he was frantic is an understatement
He was FERAL
He got to where you were just in time to see you get slammed into the concrete by some piece of shit villain
You were unconscious
And you werenât moving
He saw red
He didnât even remember blasting over to the villain and punching them in the face
But he did that
And he did it HARD
Of course the villain was like OH FUCK
THIS IS THE NUMBER TWO HERO
I DIDNâT THINK HEâD ACTUALLY GET HERE THIS FAST
Because obviously the villain knew who you were
Thatâs why you were targetedÂ
Breaking Bakugouâs spirit is needed if villains want to become more fearful and powerful
The villain starts sprinting away
And before Bakugou can catch them
He hears an ambulance siren
He suddenly forgets all about the villain because he whips around to see you getting loaded onto a gurney
Paramedics are doing everything they can to keep you alive at this point
Heâs horrified to say the least
Youâre the love of his life
The last time he saw you like this is when he accepted it
Seeing you like this again just makes him realize it even deeper somehow
He runs to the ambulance
But the paramedics tell him he needs to go to the hospital separately because youâre badly injured and they need to perform some procedures on the way to the hospital to keep you alive
He doesnât even realize heâs crying until his eyes start to sting
He wants to tell the paramedics to fuck off
Donât they realize this is supposed to be one of the best days of yours and his lives?
But he canâtÂ
Because before he can
Theyâre gone
He chases after you though
He needs to be by your side right now
He needs to know that you will be okay
He needs you to be okay
So imagine how nerve-wracking it is for him to learn that you were in surgery
He waited in the waiting room all day long
This incident happened around one in the afternoon
and it was now one in the morning
He was just sitting in the hospital waiting room
Looking down at the little box in his hand
Crying
Which is a sight for anyone who sees him
The ring he bought for you is the only thing he can focus on
He doesnât even notice the non-stop buzzing in his pocket coming from his and your friends wondering if the two of you are okay because the footage of the fight cut out right before Bakugou punched the villain
They all thought you were both hurt pretty badly
I mean after your quirk was seemingly taken from youâŠ
The only thing that snaps him out of his trance
Is when the doctor comes out and says his name
His head snaps up so fast
He approaches the doctor just as fast
He knows he should expect the worst
But he canât help but keep repeating that youâre okay
That everything will be fine because you are okay
They fixed you up
Youâll come home all happy
Heâll propose to you in the living room at this point
Today will be fixed
Instead
He hears that although youâre stable
You have what appears to be brain damage
âWhat kind of fucking brain damage?â
âShe has severe amnesia which means that-â
âHow severe?â
âWell⊠according to her brain scan and the fact that she said the year was two and a half years ago, Iâm afraid itâs significantly severe.â
Two and a half years
Two and a half years?!
He just stares at the doctor
If you think itâs two and a half years ago
That means he hasnât asked you out yet
That means in your mind
Youâre still in high school
About to graduate
This cannot be happening
There is not way this is happening
âCan I see her?â
His voice sounds foreign to him
The doctor nods
Leading him to your room
He puts the ring back in his pocket out of instinct
And when he enters your room
He wants nothing more than for you to yell something like PSYCH
GOT YOU BLASTY BITCH
HAHAHA
But heâs just met with a your mouth opening wide and eye getting big
âBakugou?! Youâre so dressed up!â
Bakugou
Why didnât he let you call him Katsuki sooner
Why didnât he ask you out before two years ago
Why wasnât he there to save you
âW-Woah⊠Bakugou, you donât have to cry this isnât my first hospital stay⊠wait, when did you get an undercut?â
He just walks towards you
âYou also look⊠older⊠is this seriously what you look like when you clean up?â
He watches as your expression falters for a moment
âWait⊠are you like⊠going on a date or something?â
Good to know you still have feelings for him at least
He just nods
And you try to hide the disappointment on your face
âOh⊠well, you better tell me all about it when we get back to the dorms.â
Your fake enthusiasm is killing him
What killing him even more though is that the doctors didnât tell you what was going on
So heâll tell you instead
âActually,â
Damnit
His voice is wavering
This is new for him
He clears his throat
âIâm not⊠Iâm not going on a date anymore. I had one but⊠things didnât turn out as planned.â
âOh?â
He almost smiles at the sudden mood shift you had
How can you still be perky like that sitting in a hospital bed
âYeah⊠because, um. It was a date with youâŠâ
ââŠOhâŠ?â
âYou got hurt pretty bad, angelâŠâ
He explains everything to you
WellÂ
As much as he can
And he also finds out about your quirk
And how itâs just
Gone
You have to stay in the hospital tonight for further testing tomorrow
And you insist that he goes home
But he says it isnât home if youâre not there
He stays in the chair right next to your bed
Watching you as you sleep
He knows you believe him
He knows that you have feeling for him
But heâs broken, truly
Not only was he not your hero today
He didnât save you
He doesnât know if youâll ever remember any of those years with him
Any of your firsts
And that makes him ache
He pulls out your ring again
And just looks at it
The only light in the room is the moonlight peaking in through the window
And in that moment
He swears to himself
And to you
That the villain who did this
Is going to pay
Kirishima Eijirou | Red Riot
Eijirou has always been your rock
Figuratively and literally
Heâs there for you through everything
And I mean everything
The two of you have been next door neighbors since you were kids
And he literally always had a crush on you
Of course the feelings were mutual
But neither you nor shark boy knew that
Until yâall got to high school
And Bakugou was very
Annoyed
About the two of you pining for each other
Mina was beyond annoyedÂ
She went to middle school with you two
So when Bakugou finally just
Screamed at the two of you to just shut the fuck up with the flirting and date already
Mina deadass jumped out of her seat at lunch and screamed thank you at the top of her lungs
Of course the two of you were as red as his hair
Which, yes
You did help him pick out the exact shade and helped dye as well
His hands were stained red because he accidentally only bought one pair of gloves and it wouldnât have been manly to make you help without gloves on
But I digress
The two of you started dating shortly after that
And when I tell you that you were the couple everyone would look at and be all âawwwwwâ
I MEAN IT
And yâall are just in high school
Granted, itâs your final year and the two of you are both interning and are already confirmed to become sidekicks and Fatgumâs Agency
So yâall do be a little mature
But still
You started dating freshman year
And youâre going strong still
Of course
And words cannot describe how relieved he is that the two of you are at the same agency
Because if anything ever went bad he would be there to save you
And you would be there to save him
But literally nothing could prepare him for what was about to happen to you
It was a normal patrol
The two of you were together
Talking about graduation next week
And how the two of you were excited to move out of the dorms and into the apartment you had picked
And how you would finally be able to adopt the little mutt that the two of you love from the shelter
When out of no where
A villain popped down off of a building
Right behind you
And did something weird to you
They hit you meticulously and in specific places
Before Kirishima could even process what was going on
You were on the ground
Of course
You raised an arm
Ready to fight and use your quirk
But nothing happened
You tried again
Nothing
You and Kirishima make eye contact and he can feel the fear radiating off of you
Now he was worried
Very worried
But you knew how to fight
And he was there, too
So this wouldnât end too bad
UNTIL THERE WAS A FUCKING EXPLOSION IN THE BUILDING THE VILLAIN JUST POPPED OUT OF
You were already back on your feet
Ready to fight this motherfucker
âGo help the people inside, Red Riot. I can handle this one.â
âBut-â
âGO!â
He goes
Reluctantly
But he does know you can hold your own
Even if that villain temporarily blocked your quirk
He hardens
Turning his headpiece into a filtering mask (a great addition he thought of so he could run into burning buildings while hardened to save people and not take damage to his lungs in the process)
And luckily
There were only three people inside
So he grabs them and runs out
Easy
And heâs expecting to be met with you handcuffing the bad guy
But instead
Heâs met with you getting the life beat out of you
Literally
Youâre on the ground
The villain pulled out swords while he was gone
And it was obvious you were down and werenât gettingup
But the villain just wasnât letting up
Kirishimaâs legs work before his brain
He runs over to the villain and lands a punch to their face
Which causes them to stumble backwards
Before they throw the swords at a random citizen who is observing
He immediately runs to the citizen, deflecting the swords
But the villain ran off in the mean time
Like they disappeared without a trace
But honestly
Even if they were still there
Kirishima would have run to you regardless
He immediately kneels down
â(Y/n)?! (Y/n), can you hear me?!â
He ditched the hero names this time
You werenât responding
You were out cold
He starts panicking
Like
Full on hyperventilating
You looked bad
You were pierced by the villains swords in your side
Blood was everywhere
Your breathing was shallow
Regardless of the genuine panic attack he was going through right now
He somehow managed to control his breathing so you wouldnât bleed out on the ground
He needed to help you
He picks you up
Instantly starting to sprint to the ambulances beginning to pull up
As soon as the paramedics see the state youâre in they get you off of him
And speed off to the hospital
Kirishima is left aloneÂ
Staring at his handsÂ
Which were dyed red with your blood
All he could see was your face laughing at him because he forgot to get two pairs of gloves the first time you helped him dye his hair
âŠHe didnât like red all that much right now
After what feels like hours
But was really like two minutes
Tamaki shows up
Because he heard there was something going on
And as soon as he sees Kirishima on the ground and sobbing
He knows something bad has happened to you
He quickly gets him out of there
And back to the agency
Where Kirishima accidentally sees a replay of the fight on television
And he sees that you were fighting the villain just fine
But they were so nimble and fastÂ
And all they did was hit the nape of your neck and then the side of your temple
And you collapsed
Tamaki turned the television off before the full fight was shown
But the damage was done
Kirishima was back on the ground
Tamaki tries to comfort him
But Kirishima is out of commission
âI couldnât save her, Tamaki! I wasnât there!â
ââŠC-Come on, Kirishima⊠w-we should⊠go to the hospitalâŠâ
Tamaki is trying so hard to get him to calm downÂ
But to no avail
So eventually he just drags him out and to his car
He speeds to the hospital
And Kirishima doesnât even wait for the car to slow down to run inside
He has to wait to see you
Since you were puncturedÂ
But he was willing to wait
And wait he didÂ
For four days
Of course after you were done with your surgery he was allowed in your room
But it was a matter of waiting for you to wake up
He was always with you
He only went home to shower
He slept at the hospital
He needed to be with you
So when you finally woke up
He cried tears of happiness for the first time in days
â(Y/n), thank god youâre awake.â
âEiji? What happenedâŠ?â
âThere was a villain attack and they knocked you out and-â
âWhy donât you look 15?â
âWhat?â
âYou look⊠older⊠and your hair is longer.â
ââŠWhat? You were the one who encouraged me to grow it outâŠâ
âI⊠I was?â
He stares at you for a moment
His happy tears turning into ones of fear
Before hitting the call nurse button and asking you a question
â(Y/n) what grade are we in?â
âWeâre freshmen at UA High School.â
No.Â
No, no, no, no, no
Before he could answer the doctor and nurses came in the room
They started asking you a bunch of questions
To which you answered the best you could
But it was obvious that you were convinced it was two years ago
The doctors took you off to do scans of your brain
This canât be happening
You think itâs two years ago
Two years
So much has happened within those two years
The two of you have done so much
Just
Imagine how devastated he is when he hears your memory is just gone
And your quirk with it
You were a hero
Your quirk canât be gone
âEiji⊠please donât cry, itâll be okay.â
âI canât help it, pebble. I wasnât there to save you and now⊠now you donât remember everything weâve done. And⊠and your quirk⊠youâre the best hero I know, and nowâŠâ
âEijirou, I promise you it will be okay. As long as youâll be with me, like you always are, I will be fine.â
He doesnât say anything
He just looks at his hand holding yours
At least you still remember he asked you to be his girlfriend
But he is deadset on finding the villain who did this to you
âI will get you out of this.â
âEiâŠâ
âI will fix this. I promise you. I will save you. I need to.â
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these violent delights, pt. i
In an immersive theme park where cutting-edge technology makes your wildest dreams come true, the line between fantasy and reality begins to blur. enter westworld, where artificially intelligent automatons known as âhostsâ are programmed to fulfill your every delight.
(westworld AU, eventual host!dabi x reader, host!keigo takami x reader, eventual shouto todoroki x f!reader)
part one | part two | part three
featuring: hanta sero, denki kaminari, katsuki bakugou, momo yaoyozoru, eijirou kirishima
part one: you prepare to enter the park for the bachelorette party your bridesmaids wanted. meanwhile, westworldâs capable employees prepare to roll out the latest programming update.
wc: 8.7k
pt. i warnings: smut (18+!), sci-fi dystopia, artificial intelligence, medical/surgical procedures, body modification. gun violence, robbery, kidnapping, drinking, death, no beta we die like teddy
notes: this is part one of my entry for The Smut Pileâs Western Collab! this is my very first server collab and I am so thrilled to be kicking it off with this plot monster. this is the first of three parts- it leans a little heavy on the world building, so stay tuned for parts two and three. the action dials up from here, promise! iâm excited to be putting out one of my first plot-heavy stories on this blog!
please note: part one borrows several events from season one, episodes one and two of the series. the story will branch off in its own direction in parts two and three. you do not need to be familiar with Westworld to enjoy this fic- so please give it a try! đ
(MASTERLIST)
âThis doesnât feel right.â
Livestock Management technician Hanta Sero drifts idly from tool cart to operating table with his raven hair pulled back. Heâs clad in a protective latex apron and gloves, approaching the table with a blowtorch in one hand and a long, slim pair of forceps in the other.
âThatâs what it says here.â Denki Kaminari stands across the black-tiled room, his back reflected in the glass walls of the operating facility. He scrolls mindfully through a folding datapad with a crease of deep concentration in his golden brow.
Snapping his datapad shut, he lifts his chin to find Seroâs conflicted gaze across the lab.
âThe specifications were pretty precise.â
âI know what the briefing said,â Sero retorts. âI justâŠâ
He ignites the blowtorch and takes a deep breath, letting his gaze over slowly over the pale, unmarked flesh of the body stretched out on the table in front of him.
âWhat?â Kaminari takes in the sight before him. He lifts his eyebrows. âOh. Well-â
He gets up from his stool, tugging his gloves back over his shirtsleeves and crossing the room toward Sero and the body in question. He picks up a scalpel, making a clean little cut just below the subjectâs left nipple without any hesitation.
âDude, stop!â Sero reaches with the hand still clutching his forceps, blanching as a thin well of blood trickles onto pristine flesh.
âHeâs offline,â Denki chuckles. âHe canât feel a thing. Youâve patched these guys up a thousand times, Sero. Whatâs the problem?â
âI dunno,â Sero muses, drawing the back of one glove nervously over his temple. âI dunno. I think theyâre starting to get too real. Itâs messing with me.â He shoots Denki a weak chuckle and shakes his head.
âWhat do they need this guy all burned up for, anyway?â
âMomo told me heâs for the new narrative,â Denki replies, puzzling over the red hair and immaculate pale skin of their unsuspecting victim. âSome kind of grizzly new villain whoâs supposed to stir up trouble.â
âBetter make him extra fucked up, then.â The blowtorch, extinguished in Seroâs panic, is ignited again, but heâs still hesitating.
âHey,â Denki prompts. âWhy donât we start with the system update? Thatâll kill some time. And then- hey.â He reaches across the tool cart, grabbing for the bottle of black hair dye that came with the hostâs modification kit. He shakes it in Seroâs face, letting a smug grin cross his features.
âIâll do the carpet if you do the drapes.â
Sero and Denki find their rhythm easily enough. Before long, the tension dispels and theyâre letting conversation flow smoothly between them, making weekend plans while Sero pushes polished silver staples into the now-scarred flesh of the transformed host.
âThis guyâs older than he looks,â Denki quips from the tool cart, where heâs selecting an appropriately sized needle for the delicate work ahead of him. âHis systems havenât been updated in years.â
âIâve never seen him in the park before,â Sero admits. Heâs finishing the clean row of staples that trail from the corner of the hostâs mouth to his ear, struggling to push the staple into the skin at the edges of his face. The sharp prongs donât hold as well in the spots where the muscle and flesh thin to just skin stretched over bone. He looks up in frustration, shaking the spots from his concentrated gaze.
âWhoa,â he starts as he spots the way that Denkiâs moved up between the hostâs lean thighs. âYouâre really gonna-â
âThatâs what it says in the briefing,â Denki presses. Heâs got the aforementioned needle in one hand and a bowl of curved barbells in the other; heâs gone a little grin about the gills, too.
âSick fucks,â Sero snorts, shaking his head. âDoesnât feel very historically accurate, does it?â
âPlease,â Denki pushes. âIf you think this has ever been about history, youâre in for a nasty surprise.â
âChrist, you wanna talk about nasty surprises,â Sero replies, blanching and averting his eyes while Denki inserts the first piercing. âJust waitâll the guests get a look at him.â
"Bakugou's outdone himself this time," Denki agrees, brow furrowed with sympathy and panicked concentration as he unscrews the first barbell. "Those idiots won't know what hit 'em.â
âBring yourself back online.â
Head of Programming Shouto Todoroki sits in front of the parkâs newest addition, datapad spread across his lap. Sero and Denkiâs work paid off; the new host is looking fiercer than ever.
Not new enough for Shoutoâs tastes, though. He can still see the blue glint when âDabi,â as his new narrative calls him, shifts into wakefulness and lets his eyes flutter open. He shoots Shouto a sinister grin but does not move from his seat.
Shouto doesnât want to believe what theyâve done to him. Heâs still nude, putting all his new modifications on brilliant display. The staples in his flesh look angry and inflamed. The scars, done perfectly to appear long-healed, still make his blood curdle.
He canât even think about the flashes of silver that catch the light when Dabi crosses his legs.
âAnd who are you supposed to be?" Dabi growls an opening line that shakes Shouto more than it ought to. He sports a brand new drawl that fits the world heâll be slotted into soon enough, but itâs too much, bouncing off the pristine glass and shiny tile beneath his bare feet.
âLose the accent,â Shouto commands. Dabi's expression shifts a little, but he does not drop eye contact.
Shouto canât help but wonder if they all stare like this. He hasnât been alone with a host in a very long time. Especially not one with this kind of significance.
âDo you know where you are?â He presses, determined to push forward. The sooner he gets Dabi through analysis, the sooner he can pretend like the unsettling host doesnât exist.
But Dabiâs voice with no drawl is even more spine-chilling.
âI am in a dream.â
âAnd⊠do you want to wake up from this dream?â
Dabiâs eyes drift away in a direction theyâre not supposed to. For a moment, he casts his gaze down and to the left, letting it sweep across the edge of the room as his brow creases with terrifying subtlety.
The gesture is minuscule, almost as if he's recalling a distant memory. For a moment, Shouto can only admire its beauty.
Then he realizes itâs not supposed to be there.
âYes,â Dabi continues, his voice soft and lilting and almost wistful. âIâm terrified.â
âFreeze all motor functions.â Shoutoâs heart pounds in his chilled throat. His extremities have gone cold. But Dabi follows his instructions to the letter, freezing before he can even blink. Shouto questions why he expected any differently.
Not two minutes later, Head of Behaviour Momo Yaoyorozu ducks gracefully into Dabiâs glass prison. Shouto is still sitting exactly where he began, perched on a little rolling leather stool. Six feet away, Dabi has not moved, bare and frozen on a stool of his own.
"I got your page," Momo soothes, shutting the door quietly behind her and unfolding her datapad. The hinges go rigid when they sit flat, blending seamlessly into a broad tablet that she taps and scrolls quietly through.
âI checked his programming on the way over. Thereâs something new here,â she concludes. âBut I donât know who added it. Must have been one of the interns, or-â
âI know who it was,â Shou answers grimly, already scrolling meticulously through the lines of code that make up Dabiâs new personality. Momo freezes, looking up at him with cold surprise.
âYou donât thinkâŠâ
âI do,â he confirms. He takes a deep breath to quell his racing heart and shoots his closest colleague a shaky look. âYouâre going to want to see this.â
âIncredible,â Momo gasps a few moments later when Shouto asks Dabi the same series of questions and gets the same frightening response. He knows why it shakes him as much as it does, but it hasnât occurred to him that someone like Momo would actually⊠appreciate them.
âItâs like heâs-â she starts, then stops herself. The conclusion sheâs drawn should be as impossible as it sounds. But itâs staring them both in the face.
âLike heâs remembering something.â She finishes her thought this time, and Shou clenches his jaw.
"He must have slipped the code into the update," he determines. "In the programming, he's calling them Reveries."
âKind of poetic,â Momo muses, still admiring the way that Dabiâs eyes seem to mist as they stare into the middle-distance. âIt makes him look so real.â
âThe code pulls memories from his earlier programming,â Shouto continues, looking up at Momo and waiting for her to be as spooked as he is.
Heâs almost frightened that sheâll be defensive. But sheâs sharper than heâs given her credit for, and that revelation is enough to pull her from her stupor.
âThat could cause a lot of problems,â she muses. âEspecially if the loops havenât been closed properly. Theyâre supposed to be wiped after every cycle, but if there are links pulling them backâŠâ
âI know,â Shouto emphasizes. Momo straightens, planting matter-of-fact hands on matter-of-fact hips.
âWhat are you gonna do about it?â
âI donât think thereâs anything I can do,â he confesses, turning back to catch another blood-chilling glimpse of the all-too-familiar host. âI canât just pull the programming out from under him. Heâll know.â
âYou canât send him into the park with it. If itâs slotted in with the update, he could spread it to the other hosts.â
Shouto pushes his datapad aside and leans forward, steepling his fingers as he sighs deeply and descends into even deeper thought.
Momoâs right. With the Reveries included, the update has potentially disastrous consequences. But thatâs operating on the assumption that his father makes mistakes, which most people would confirm is simply impossible.
If he clears the programming before letting Dabi go through, however, heâll be facing the wrath of his father.
Shou purses his lips, lacing his fingers together but leaving the pointers extended and pursing his lips against the smooth joints.
âI think weâre going to have to.â
The glossy, perfect train- the first of many you'll take today, as you're told- pulls into a station that's even whiter than the train itself. Polished white floors and perfect whitewashed columns are the first things you see out the massive panoramic windows as the cars pull to a complete stop. When the doors glide open, your maid of honour touches your sleeve as the other girls filter out of your private compartment and onto the platform.
Youâre far from the only ones disembarking the train. The rest of the platform is soon crowded by immaculately-dressed guests from all over the world. They bow and shift like a flock of starlings, moving in stark contrast past the perfectly-still bodies of the white-clad staff waiting to greet them.
A tall, statuesque woman with raven hair steps forward, addressing your maid of honour by name. She gives you an apologetic wave and a see you in there before disappearing amid the writhing sea of people.
Youâve been reading up on this place for weeks, scouring pamphlets and websites and guest reviews for every detail about the induction process you can glean from public knowledge. Details of the park itself are kept very private, but youâve learned all you can about the way youâll be introduced to it.
This place was not your first choice for the occasion at hand, but your friends practically insisted. You know itâs for selfish reasons- itâs the only chance theyâre ever going to get to see the place for themselves- but you can already think of several places youâd rather celebrate your coming nuptials.
Not exactly your typical bachelorette party fare. But your friends agreed to wear matching dresses in that shade of pale green you couldnât stay away from, so youâre giving them this.
Before long the platform is nearly cleared. Youâre just starting to make your way toward the escalator, wondering what exactly became of the host who was supposed to greet you, when a soft croon of your name over one shoulder nearly shocks you out of your sandals.
Your host has arrived, and heâs even more gorgeous than you feared. Graceful and lithe-looking, heâs clad in a pristine white suit and turtleneck that contrasts the bold flashes of his golden hair perfectly. He shoots you a smooth smile, lit by razor-sharp tawny eyes and as he turns his face to catch the light, you can see that his jaw is grazed by the barest hint of scruff- perfectly groomed, just like the rest of him.
"Hello," you greet, trying not to lose your breath. You clasp the fingers of your right hand around the ring finger on your left- the remnants of your favourite new nervous habit. You've taken to twisting your engagement ring in moments of idleness or anxiety, but for safety's sake, you've left the flashy diamond at home.
You know youâre engaged. Thatâs what matters most.
âGood,â the host croons. Youâre getting quickly used to his honeyed brogue, strong and low and sweet as he takes your hand and drops a suave kiss to your knuckles. âIâm glad you found your way here.â He jerks his head toward the emptying escalator, eyes never leaving yours.
âFollow me.â
As youâre ascending through the polished storeys of the parkâs immaculate headquarters, your attendant rattles off a long list of mundane medical questions. Heâs tapping away on a datapad as he walks, and youâre sure that whatever information heâs taking down will be swept away for later use.
Finally, he brings you to a plain-looking white door. He tucks away the datapad and slips his hands into his pockets. Heâs graceful and perfect- too perfect. Youâre starting to suspect that heâs no ordinary employee.
âGo on,â he urges, nodding toward the door. You shoot him a sideways little glance but step forward, hooking your fingers around the polished handle and pushing it open. You step inside.
The interior of the room- or closet, as it would be better described- is lit almost exclusively by glowing strip lights hidden in the crevices of the doorway, racks of clothing, and bordering a large series of mirrors that stud each wall.
Itâs the biggest walk-in closet youâve ever seen. And itâs filled to the brim with racks of clothing, all appropriate to the vague late-19th century setting of the park.
âEverything is bespoke,â pipes your immaculate attendant as he shuts the door behind him, âand exactly your size.â Painfully, you remember being asked for your body measurements in anticipation of this visit. Did they custom-tailor everything for each guest?
Or are you being given special treatment?
âYou can pick out anything youâd like,â he continues, moving toward you, âand your other clothes will be waiting for you when youâve finished your stay.â
âI donât even know where to start,â you muse, fingering the raspberry-coloured silk of a lavish-looking day dress.
âThe clothes you choose will determine the course of your experience.â
Your attendant is right beside you now, so close that you can see the way his golden eyelashes brush his tanned cheeks. Heâs leaning in to examine the silk same as you, but his shoulder pushes just a little close to be solely practical. As he grips the material between lithe fingers, he lifts his gaze to yours on purpose. Thereâs a charming lilt to his smile that you canât help but admire.
He pauses, dropping the silk and turning to face you head-on. Though the smile has slipped from his features, he still eyes you with interest.
âYou want to ask, donât you?â
Your brain catches up immediately, confusion swelling and fading in the span of a heartbeat. It tightens to thick dread in your chest.
Heâs right. You do.
âAre you real?â The words sound even more ridiculous in the air between you than they did in your head. But ever since you boarded the train it felt like you could never be sure. And heâs perfect. Too perfect. Even the way he takes your question seems scripted and rehearsed.
He gives a low chuckle and takes your hands, stroking smooth thumbs over the backs of your knuckles. Then he peeks up at you from beneath flawless dark lashes and flashes a hint of pearly canine as he speaks.
âIf you canât tell, does it really matter?â
You donât need him to expand.
âCome,â he prompts gently, dropping one hand to pull open a drawer of delicate slips and shifts, sitting in neat, folded piles of undyed linen. Some are plain, others trimmed excessively with lace and ribbons. Youâre drawn to the coloured ribbons immediately- pale peach, soft blue, mint green. But the brassy gold of your attendantâs eyes is even more magnetic and you canât look away for longer than a handful of seconds.
âYou know,â he continues, squeezing your fingers gently and moving back in to run his knuckles up the inside of your wrist. Every single one of his touches is delicate, fluttering like a songbird against your skin. But thereâs nothing gentle about the way he looks at you.
âSome of these clothes are a little difficult to put on alone.â
He does not explain further, but he watches as youâre drawn to the same conclusion that he is.
You have to roll this one over in your mind for a long while. You left your engagement ring behind, but the engagement itself still stands. Then again, he told you to enjoy yourself here. âMake every use of the parkâs benefits,â heâd suggested.
Heâs just a computer, you tell yourself. A glorified sex toy. Maybe he walks and talks and flirts like a real human being, butâŠ
Thereâs something about him thatâs making it hard to turn him down.
After a silence long enough for any normal person to question, you look up at your attendant once more. Heâs patiently awaiting your response, having gone uncomfortably still. You're not even sure he'd blink if you stare long enough.
You give a tight little nod and heâs smiling again, the same lazy smile as before. His default expression, youâre beginning to gather. He reaches for your coat.
âWait.â You stop him with one hand on either forearm. Heâs touched you before, but itâs still shocking how warm he is. Even though the sleeves of his perfect white jacket, he feels unquestionably alive.
"Don't you have a name or something?"
âOf course I do,â he responds. âWould you like to hear it?â
âUmâŠâ Your brow knits. âYes.â
He slips around behind you, curling his fingers into the open folds of your jacket and beginning to slide the weighty material off your shoulders. As he does, he leans forward, letting his lips draw close to your ear and making you shiver.
âCall me Keigo.â
âKeigo,â you repeat. Itâs pretty and rolls easily from your mouth in a slow purr of desire. You canât help yourself anymore. Keigoâs been programmed to put you at ease, but heâs doing much more for you now.
He undresses you methodically, pausing only briefly to run a hand down the curve of your waist or dip his fingers under the point of your chin when he catches you looking down. Even when youâre standing completely naked in front of him, he does not move to touch you in any untoward manner.
Whatever unspoken arrangement you thought you had formed is obviously not as unspoken as youâd hoped.
With his help, you select some period-appropriate undergarments. He helps you into your breezy linen shift first, lovingly tying the drawstrings into a neat little bow at the centre front. The corset is not as uncomfortable as you'd anticipated, fitting you devastatingly well. Keigoâs skilled hands pull the laces with precise tension, and the whole time he breathes soft commands and inquiries over your shoulder.
âToo tight?â He whispers, holding the laces taught at your waist. You take a slow, deep breath, then shake your head.
âGood.â
He ties the laces off and helps you into two petticoats- one of plain white cotton, the other of decorative silk and lace. Then he sits you on a cool, leather-covered sofa on one edge of the room and drops to his knees in front of you.
âUh-â you start, but he produces a pair of silk stockings from seemingly nowhere, smirking over the tops of your knees.
âLetâs get this out of the way.â
He pushes your airy petticoats up from your ankles, letting the backs of his palms brush the insides of your knees. He shoves the material up to your thighs and your confusion is multiplied now- is this what you think it is?
The way he admires your thighs as you shyly press them together certainly makes it seem so.
"Keigo," you gasp, curling your fingers against the edge of the sofa. The leather is supple and delicate beneath your touch like you could tear it if you wanted to.
He looks up just in time to watch you hook a bare thigh over his shoulder, and his brows shoot into his pointed hairline.
Youâve decided what you want out of this trip.
"Dove," he chides, setting down the stockings and pushing them gently aside. He takes both hands up the backs of your calves, stroking perfectly manicured fingernails into the tender skin at the backs of your knees.
He drops a kiss to the inside of your thigh. His face disappears behind the swath of frothy white petticoats gathered in your lap, but you feel his hot breath on your skin clear as day.
âIf you wanted something from me,â he purrs, âall you had to do was ask.â
âIâm asking now,â you hum, letting your head fall back against the back of the couch. Heâs easy enough to convince. Somehow, the fact that you didnât have to work very hard for this almost makes it feel more acceptable.
âHereâs my answer,â he replies, sinking his teeth into the flesh of your inner thigh. You let out a strangled gasp, thigh jolting against his face as he slips his hand under the other leg- still hooked over his shoulder. You let out a low, shaky breath, trying not to think about the mark heâll leave.
He pushes your leg away after biting it, shoving your knees apart and leaning eagerly forward. His head is fully buried under your gathered petticoats at this point, and you can feel him nosing his way into the crook of your groin, sliding a few free fingers up to prod gently for your hair-dusted folds.
âWet already, bluebird?â He chuckles into your skin, sending shivers up your spine. âIâm flattered.â
âStop,â you groan. Thereâs heat rushing to your cheeks with every word that tumbles out of his pretty mouth. You donât want any of this to stop, but the heat between your legs is the one quickly growing unbearable.
âDo you want me to?â Keigo sits back almost immediately, ridding you of the delicious tingles his close breath were sending across your skin.
âNo, no!â You yelp sharply, indignantly, digging your bare heel into his back to keep him close. He stops as soon as you apply pressure, letting out a quiet little chuckle.
âKeep going,â you pant, curling your toes against his pretty jacket.
âYour wish is my command,â he hums, already leaning into your flesh again. He does not hesitate this time, burying his head between your legs and giving the weeping slit of your cunt a long lick.
His first touch is all it takes to remind you how long itâs been.
âFuck,â you gasp, low and languid. He doesnât hesitate to close his lips around your swelling clit and suck. He makes sharp, sloppy noises with his lips and tongue, and the way they resonate in your ears near-doubles your pleasure. Heâs eating you out perfectly, with terrifying precision. The strength of his jaw and tongue remains almost painfully consistent.
All the better for drowning him out. Despite his easy-flowing attitude and suave charm, heâs not a person. And it isnât unfaithful to want him like this.
Even if you know he wouldnât like it.
Keigo is diligent and careful, plunging his tongue in and out of your needy hole before finding the nub of your clit again, hard and sensitive. When he flicks the tip of his tongue against the tender front of it your legs spasm and you cry out softly as sensitive goosebumps rush across your ribcage.
âLike that,â you plead breathlessly, drawing your foot up between his shoulder blades as the tension builds. âAgain, please.â
Youâre holding the swells of your petticoats up around your thighs for him, but your fingers are beginning to clench in the delicate material. Youâre not going to last long at all beneath a tongue as talented as his.
âDonât worry, dove,â he purrs into your body, sending thick vibrations through every nerve in your system, âI wonât leave you unsatisfied.â
As he settles into his rhythm again, he plunges two fingers into your messy depths. He curls them tightly inside you, massaging your tender walls with a blunt and careful touch.
It takes little more than a few methodical strokes to make you fall. You cum with a tight little squeal, closing your thighs tightly around his head while you spasm and buck and sigh. Heâs attentive enough to keep pumping his fingers through your orgasm, drawing out the pleasure as much as possible and greedily lapping at the wetness that trickles from your clenching pussy.
"That's it," he soothes, easing you down from your high with one calming hand on the column of your twitching thigh. As you settle, sweat-soaked, back into your seat he surfaces, sweat and shiny, sticky fluid sticking in the bristles of his perfect scruff. He licks his lips and you realize youâve unconsciously mirrored him, doing the same.
In the moments directly following your peak you say nothing, looking down to meet his brassy gaze as deep uncertainty settles into your gut.
What happens now?
Keigo sits back on his haunches, pulling the folded pocket square from his breast and mopping up the mess on his chin and jaw like he'd done nothing more than spill a glass of wine or splash water over his lips. Â
âMuch better,â he croons, reaching for the discarded stockings from before. âFeeling a little more relaxed?â
You swallow hard.
âIâd say so.â
His smile is surprisingly bright and sunny.
âGood.â He hooks his fingers under your knee again, unhooking your leg from his shoulder. Sliding a palm down to your ankle, he fits one stocking deftly over your foot and slides it up your calf, continuing his work as if uninterrupted. He fits the stockings over your knees and ties them off carefully with slips of silk ribbon, sitting the knots just below your knees so the stockings won't fall. Then, he gets to his feet and offers you a hand.
âLetâs pick out the rest of your clothes, shall we?â
The park is even more immersive than you imagined. The photos do it no justice. When you step off the (genuine steam-powered) train at Sweetwater Station, itâs accompanied by a very real twinge of anxiety. The village is like a scene out of a Clint Eastwood movie. Only there are no cardboard sets here. The saloon doors really swing inward. The shops and businesses that line the main street are built from real, weathered lumber. The dust thatâs kicked up by the hosts that go about their daily lives is already beginning to coat your new boots.
You sneeze.
âGod bless you,â greets a kind stranger in a rough-hewn grey coat and white hat. Heâs got a very apparent drawl to his voice, but the glint in his blue eyes is kind.
Back at the facility, guests and hosts were easy enough to distinguish from one another. Out here, itâs a little more difficult. Youâre not sure whether to believe that everyone is real or assume theyâre all fake.
Luckily, there are four women beside you whose humanity you are acutely aware of. Youâre lucky enough to have found your bridesmaids on the train in- all clustered in the bar car, but together nonetheless.
And theyâve insisted on keeping the party going.
âCâmon, bride-to-be,â your maid of honour chides, grabbing you by the hand and pulling you out of your reverie. âI know exactly where we need to go first.â
âItâs not even noon yet,â you protest, but the others are already miles ahead of you. Youâre dragged easily into the broad, dusty street and toward those broad, swinging doors. The saloon stands proudly in the centre of town on a prominent corner with faded signs advertising its wares. And your maid of honour eagerly bats the doors open, striding boldly into the sun-soaked saloon.
The tables are surprisingly crowded for this time of day. Itâs most likely a flood of guests, disembarking the train and heading straight for the local watering hole for a real taste of the action. Â Beyond their idle chatter tinkles the bright keys of a player piano against one wall. You can see the player scroll turning in the pianoâs upright fixture, but that doesnât change the unsettling way that the keys seem to press themselves.
Itâs an eerie fixture in a town populated by walking, talking player pianos.
The man behind the bar bleeds Old West stereotypes from every pore. Heâs got a huge, exaggerated greying moustache and a tweed waistcoat with shirtsleeves bound back for work. Heâs polishing an empty glass with a cotton rag, but you spot him just in time to watch him politely greet a guest and reach behind him for a frosted bottle of unlabeled whisky.
The only other fixtures in the place are the women patrolling it, clad in colourful, lacy outfits that youâre certain violate some kind of historical convention. But theyâre all breathtakingly beautiful, bosoms heaving over tightly laced corsets and fluttering from table to table like songbirds. They seem to provide little more than decoration and, as you settle into a table not far from the door, they fade easily into the background.
Until one of them screams.
Youâve read as many stories as you could scour the internet for before coming here. You know this place can get intense. Details of the parkâs narratives and interactive storylines are kept under wraps as much as possible, so you canât be sure whether this is out of the ordinary or not.
But when you whip around to find the source of the blood-curdling shriek, it doesnât feel scripted.
It doesnât feel scripted when the pretty girl in peach lace flings herself to the feet of a brand-new guest, here with his wife and their young son gaping from across the table. It doesnât feel like sheâs supposed to be wracked with sobs having never exchanged a word with this man.
It doesnât feel like she should be pleading with him.
But the sobs wrack her body anyway, and her rosy little cheeks are flushed deeply now as she sniffles and blubbers.
âMy daughter,â she begs hoarsely. âMy girl, my daughter, please, I know you have her. Give her back to me, please. I know you took her. Give her back to me, Iâll do anything.â
Whether the father-of-one knows what she's talking about or not he's white as a sheet, stumbling backwards against the edge of his wife's table and pushing his arms forward, trying to keep her away.
The player piano finishes its tune, keys stilling as the saloonâs patrons look on in shock. And for an honest handful of heartbeats, the saloon is silent save for the hostâs ragged sobs.
It takes a few moments for the player scroll to re-align itself before the tune restarts, and as the familiar notes cycle back through the saloon the host re-centres herself, climbing to her feet. There's a hardened resolve on her tear-stained face as her target looks around, gathering his wife and son with a this is bullshit and turning to leave.
âDonât you dare walk away from me-â the host begins to snarl. She lunches for the man, hands outstretched for the back of his brand new jacket, or maybe the brim of his crisp Stetson.
âFreeze all motor functions!â
A deep voice booms from the door of the saloon, amplified and simultaneously muffled with the use of a megaphone. The girl, and every other host in the saloon, freezes in place as though theyâve been paused. They donât just stand still- theyâre paralyzed. The smiling bartender is stalled with a glass in his hand; he doesnât even blink.
In the doorway stands a hulking man of at least six and a half feet, seeming nearly as broad across the shoulders as he is tall. He wears a black uniform, armored black vest and heavy combat boots with a head of brilliant red hair spilling over his shoulders. As he lowers the megaphone heâs grinning, the bare flash of a sharp canine catching the low light of the bar.
âSorry for the intrusion, folks,â he declares, striding across the floorboards toward the frozen host. Her expression is paused in a sneer of sheer horror and aggression, her hand outstretched for the man who has long since stepped aside.
The red-haired guardian angel, who has the name Kirishima stitched neatly onto the breast of his protective gear in white thread, catches your gaze. He shoots you a familiar little wink and a nod, a soft yâalright? escaping his throat in a quiet little growl.
You lick your lips, nodding slowly. Kirishima averts his gaze and reaches for the frozen host. As soon as he touches her skin she goes limp, falling easily into his powerful hold. He hoists her body over one shoulder and surveys the saloon, touching two fingertips to his forehead in a bright little salute.
âPlease, donât let me intrude on your stay any longer,â he continues. âAs you were, everybody. Resume.â
The last word seems to be a command for the hosts in the room, as they spin to life again. They resume their rounds as if no time had passed at all; as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever transgressed.
Spooked, but encouraged by Kirishimaâs smooth removal of the offending host, the guests around you go hesitantly back to their conversations. The player piano, also halted by Kirishimaâs commands, has resumed its delicate play, and slowly the environment returns to the way it was before.
Your friends are among those willing to brush off the incident.
"What happened?" mumbles your maid of honour across the table, as if the host were still around to overhear her. As if the host's friends might be listening in to see if anybody's talking about her.
âNo idea,â quips one of the other girls. âMust be some kind of glitch.â She looks over her shoulder, watching the remaining hosts at the bar. âI wonder if it happens often.â
âAbsolutely fucking not.â
Head of Narrative Katsuki Bakugou slams a stack of papers onto the table in front of him, disrupting the intricate hologram that provides a real-time, scale model of the park to the roomâs occupants.
âKatsuki!â Momo scolds, watching the hologram stutter and flicker. Itâs not the first table heâs damaged.
âYouâre not pulling my fucking narrative. It rolls out today. Do you have any idea how many writers I had busting ass on that thing?â
âIt doesnât matter now,â she retorts, tapping the screen of the datapad sheâs got hooked tightly in the crook of her other arm. âYou saw the host that Eijirou pulled, didnât you? The fact that he had to step in at all means things got way out of handâŠâ
âBullshit,â Katsuki retorts, sweeping his papers off the holo-table (and shattering the image one more time). âThat was a fucking glitch. You donât even have the results back from Behaviour yet.â
âI already know what theyâre going to say,â Momo continues.
âThatâs right,â Katsuki snarls. âI forgot you know everything around here.â
âShe was carrying the latest update. There must be something wrong with the code.â Momo tries not to remember Dabi and his distant stare. She swallows the part about the extra coding slipped in by the man who could do no wrong.
She flips her datapad shut- itâs doing her any good, since Katsukiâs right. The results from Behaviour regarding the misaligned host wonât be ready for some time.
âYou canât. Pull. That. Narrative.â Katsukiâs squared up now, all the gathered papers tucked under his arm. His jaw is ticked, nostrils flaring as his eyes flash. âAn entire trainload of guests is wandering around Sweetwater looking for the stories they fucking paid for. If you pull the plug, thereâs nothing left.â
Heâs right again.
âLook.â Katsuki crosses to the holo-table one more time, only this time itâs without the murderous intent in his gaze. For once heâs ready to use the table as intended, pin-pointing the broad, dusty street of Sweetwaterâs main strip and bringing up a live feed of the bustling little town.
"Dabi is riding through here in less than two hours," he continues. "Dial-up his aggression a little. Make him shoot up the place. If you want to pull the hosts, at least let them go out with a bang.â
Momo isnât convinced. But itâs the closest thing to a happy medium she can picture at the moment. Katsuki, as prolific as ever, knows how to think on his feet.
âHow many dâyou think heâll take out?â She probes quietly, quirking an interested brow.
âEnough to keep the guests AND your Doctor Frankensteins entertained while I find us some more loopholes.â
Her mind races through more questions. But the panic, fluttering high and shallow in her chest, has somehow been replaced by a delicate sort of reassurance.
She flips open the datapad one more time, activating the remote host commands available only to an employee of her standing. Finding Dabiâs program file, she does exactly as Katsuki suggests and dials up the aggression in his behaviour stats by eighty percent.
âThis had better work,â she threatens softly, but Katsukiâs already folding his arms across his chest, looking far too satisfied with himself. His ego is insufferable, but his talent is unmatched. Worth suffering for.
His mouth splits into a triumphant grin as he shoots an idle glance at the live Sweetwater feed. The only stage heâs ever needed.
ââCourse it will.â
The afternoon sun has nearly dipped behind the tallest rooftops in Sweetwater when your friends stumble out of the saloon. Your friends are already tipsy, giggling and clutching each other as they try not to trip over the hems of their skirts. Theyâre all a little too eager to pull out the extravagant lace fans that pair perfectly with their colourful dresses and fan at their heaving bosoms.
As you bound down the steps and into the dirt road, you dive seamlessly into the milling crowd of hosts and guests, starting to swim. If youâre about to be caught in the eye of a devastatingly orchestrated narrative maelstrom, youâre blissfully unaware.
âGive me the time,â Katsuki grunts from the Sweetwater side of the holo-table. Momo glances up at the digital clock on the wall.
âThirteen fifty-eight, forty-two,â she notes. Katsukiâs got the camera feed trained on a lone trio of riders, clad in black and plodding steadily toward Sweetwater. He watches carefully, keeping an eye turned on the clock.
âTheyâre going to be late,â he grunts bitterly, folding his arms over his chest. Sero, Denki and Kirishima, who have all crowded around the holo-table on their lunch breaks to watch the show, snort in near-unison.
âI donât think anyone down thereâs keeping track,â Denki quips, smoothing his palms down the front of his crisp shirt, apronless for once. Katsuki shoots him a vicious glare.
âYou wanna go back to your sewing room or what?â
Denki goes quiet.
Inside the park, the sun passes behind a cloud. The light shifts just enough to draw your gaze, and when you look up, youâre among the first to spot a few dark shapes approaching. Theyâre close enough that you can make them out as riders, all on horses as black as the wide-brimmed hats on their heads.
Thereâs something about them, their precise formation and the slow, plodding, deliberate pace of their horses that holds your attention. You canât quite write them off as guests, no matter how much they stand out from the dully-dressed villagers around you.
You glance across the street just long enough to spot a WANTED poster tacked to a column not far off. You canât make out any of the writing on it, but the face is distinct- dark, shaded patches covering his jaw, chin and lower lip, carving out two shadowy patches under his eyes.
Thereâs something about the narrow shape of his cheeks that pulls familiar.
But you donât have to wonder much longer.
The three riders ride quietly into town, the crowd parting around them with little more than low murmurs and dull, lidded fear. They pull to a stop in front of the saloon, barely twenty feet from you.
The cowboy in the grey tweed coat who caught your eye fresh off the train approaches the riders. Heâs got a revolver holstered on one hip, and he draws it slowly out of its pouch as he squares up with the horse at the lead of the pack.
âHavenât you seen the signs with your mug on âem?â He drawls, his face drawn into an expression of tense righteousness. He jerks his chin toward the nearest one, the WANTED sign youâd seen seconds earlier. âYouâre not welcome here, Dabi.â
The taller rider in the centre- Dabi- tilts his chin into the sunlight, and thatâs when you catch sight of its purplish colour. His face glints with silver, a perfect match for the drawing posted across the street.
He does not hesitate, drawing his own revolver in one smooth motion and shooting the cowboy in the chest. The gun discharges with a crack thatâs louder than you ever imagined it could be, punctuated by the screams of bystanders nearby.
As the village descends into panic you stand there dumbstruck, watching the chaos unfold.
âWait for it,â Katsuki grunts, hiding his satisfied grin as his colleagues watch in rapt fascination. Sero hasnât blinked since the action began.
âYou sure?â Dabi rasps, voice muffled by the feed. He produces a shiny golden badge and flipping it, like a silver dollar, onto the expiring corpse of the righteous host.
âNo,â Denki whines. âHe killed the sheriff?â
âShut up and keep watching,â Katsuki growls, quelling the proud adrenaline pumping through his veins. Thereâs nothing quite like seeing his hard work come to life- supremely worth fighting with Momo over.
Dabi smirks, tipping the brim of his hat.
âSeems like invitation enough to me.â
He swings capably off his horse and you canât deny your fascination with the mystery surrounding him. You should be terrified, but thereâs something about the cool confidence with which he carries himself that you canât quite put aside.
If the women flocking to the windows on either side of the street are any indication, youâre not the only one who feels that way. In a brief moment of lucidity, you take a glance around you. Your bridesmaids have disappeared, disappearing in the panicked mass of flooding crowds after the scarred rider fired his first shot.
Heâs followed by a second rider on his right flank, both quickly disappearing into the bar. The third rider- a petite blonde woman swathed in a heavy coat- gets down off her horse and turns quickly toward her saddlebags. When she comes around the front side of her steed, sheâs got a shotgun in her hands.
Sheâs loading it. The pandemonium amplifies. At her feet, thereâs a long, thick coil of rope thatâs partially unwound and trailing into the saloon. Itâs unwinding slowly, with dull screams and shattering glass echoing from inside.
Thatâs all you have time to notice before another shot goes off in front of you. The little blonde girlâs levelled her shotgun, emptying her rounds at anyone who raises a weapon against her. Youâre barely standing ten feet away. But she passes you clean over.
Is it because you're a guest? The only ones who have fallen at her hand are the hosts, capable of being hurt by her gunshots. The guests who haven't taken off are clustered in the windows of shops or hiding behind broad wooden columns, but there is no fear painted on their faces.
You know the hosts canât hurt you. But thereâs something about the thrill of it all that sends adrenaline pumping through your veins anyway. Thereâs a cool mystery to all of the black-clad riders.
A part of you wants to join them. If you can be anyone you want in here⊠why not one of them? Why not swing cooly down from your horse and terrorize, when there are no consequences to your actions?
You take one step backwards, then another. Your senses are finally coming back to you. You should run. Disengage. Maybe you canât be caught in the crossfire, but you canât stand dumbly in the empty street, either.
Something has to change.
Before you can make it to the safety of a storefront, a pattern of three gunshots in tight succession from inside the saloon triggers something in the blonde, still picking off hosts. There are bodies littering the street. Â
She lowers her shotgun and hops back onto her horse, spurring it on with a sharp whistle. The beast takes off without hesitation, and itâs then that you realize the other end of the coiled rope is wound around her saddlehorn. As the horse strains its haunches and pushes forward the rope goes taut. And as the pair of them take off down the street, the spoils emerge: a heavy wrought iron safe, bursting out of the saloon doors and leaving nothing but splintered remains in its wake.
It bounces and rolls down the steps and slides smoothly as soon as it hits the dirt street. The blonde shooter and her horse disappear, safe in tow.
You wonder what became of the bartender inside and his friendly moustache.
Dabi emerges seconds later, a fresh rifle clutched lazily in one hand. His companionâs lost his hat in the turmoil inside- heâs blonde, too, with a deep scar splitting his forehead from hairline to brow.
"Let today be a lesson for every one of you," Dabi calls, re-cocking his shotgun as he surveys the fresh bodies and fleeing guests. You've stopped dead all over again, drawn to him like a magnet despite your best judgement.
He levels the shotgun, aiming it about five feet to your right. You follow his gaze. In the window over your shoulder, with her hands pressed to the glass, is a little girl no older than five. Sheâs watching Dabi and his riders with fearful fascination and does not seem to realize that sheâs been targeted.
You donât care if sheâs a guest or not. Sheâs a human girl with big, lively eyes, and your adrenal glands work faster than your sense of logic.
Dabi shuts one eye, tilting his head. The corner of one lip curls ever so slightly as he concentrates, taking aim. âAnd that lesson is-â
âStop.â You step in front of the window, spreading your arms and drawing his attention for the first time. When he looks at you over the top of his shotgun, his expression goes slack. He drops the shotgun and his eyes are wide, wider than theyâre supposed to be, almost.
Youâre close enough to see that theyâre a shocking shade of blue. That blue strikes an achingly familiar chord in your heart.
You recognize those eyes.
âWhat the fuck!â
If the holo-table didnât weigh half a ton, Katsuki wouldâve flipped it on its end. The feed is as smooth as ever, but his face has gone scarlet as he paces away from the table, scrubbing his hands over his face.
âWhat? Whatâs wrong?â Kirishimaâs well past the end of his lunch break by now, but thereâs no way in hell heâs going back to work before seeing the way this plays out.
âHe stopped,â Katsuki growls. âHeâs not sâposed to fucking stop.â
Dabiâs been stopped on the brink of a speech that took Katsuki days to put together. Heâs been waiting to hear it delivered for weeks. Itâs the speech that Dabiâs entire narrative was hinged on, forged out of countless sleepless nights and careless notes scribbled idly on coffee breaks.
âHoly shit.â Thereâs a genuine shock in Denkiâs voice thatâs enough to make Katsuki turn around. Denkiâs gone white, Sero beside him, too.
âYouâd better get over here and see this, dude,â Kirishima mutters, jerking his chin toward the feed. Momoâs watching over his shoulder, too, one hand pressed to her pursed lips.
âThatâs a guest, isnât it?â Sero quips. Silence settles over the room.
âIâll get Shouto,â Momo declares, turning away and opening up her datapad.
âWhatâs going on?â Shouto bursts into the holo-room not two minutes later, mismatched eyes lit up with urgent concern. âDid I read your message right? I-â
Katsukiâs pacing the room, quieter than ever. Denki, Sero and Kirishima are still gathered around the feed, winding back the stream to replay the events that have sent them all spiralling. Momoâs the only one who even acknowledges his presence.
âSomethingâs happening in the park,â she explains, hushed and tight as she meets him at the door. âAnother updated host is off-script.â
âHow bad is it this time?â Shouto asks, hiding the dread thatâs spreading in his gut. He had hoped that the girl from the saloon was just an unexpected glitch, but the results from Behaviour told another story.
Still, two deviances in just the first day of the update feels worse than he dreaded.
âYouâd better take a look for yourself.â
Momo leads him to the holo-table and the feed, letting the other boys step aside. Shouto steps up to the projection, watching Dabi ride into town. Watching him break into the saloon with Twice and Toga, two other repurposed hosts, by his side.
He watches Toga ride off with the safe behind her and watches Dabi start his speech. And then, from a near-birds-eye view, he watches Dabi spot you of all people. Dabi lowers his rifle and strides toward you.
Shouâs heart leaps into his throat.
With dull horror he watches Dabi slip a leather-gloved hand under your chin. He watches you tilt your jaw into his touch. Youâre fascinated by him. Even though the dust and pixels it's painfully obvious.
Dabi seems to notice, too, since he stoops low and hoists you over his shoulder without another word. You struggle, but he holds you fast. He strides across the road to his horse and sets you- still squirming and fighting- in the saddle, climbing on behind you and grabbing you tightly before you can escape.
Just before he spurs his gargantuan black steed forward, he pauses to glance over his shoulder. Shouto canât be certain, but for a moment it seems like Dabiâs found the camera, staring plainly up at Shouto through its low-quality lens.
A breath passes. He looks away, gives a whistle, and disappears into the wilds beyond the town.
âThat wasnât supposed to happen,â Kirishima presses. âKatsuki, you didnât program him to kidnap a guest, did you?â
âOf course not,â Katsuki snarls from across the room, his nerves fraying dangerously. âWhat kind of idiot do you think I am? Do I look like a walking liability to you?â
âLook, itâs fine,â Denki chimes in. âItâs not like he can hurt her or anything. Just chalk it up to the park experience. Tell her Dabi kidnaps random nobodies all the time.â
The room goes quiet as a crypt. Kirishima looks at Shouto. Shouto looks at Katsuki. Katsuki looks at Momo, and Momo takes a slow, deep breath.
âDo you want to tell him, Shouto?â she asks, âor should I?â
Shouto closes his eyes and tries to quell the panic rising in the back of his throat. He shoots Denki a cold look, jaw ticked but eyes blazing.
âThatâs my fiancĂ©,â he mutters, low and shaky. âDabi kidnapped my fiancĂ©.â
#hawks x reader#dabi x reader#shouto todoroki x reader#dabi#hawks#hawks smut#hanta sero#denki kaminari#eijirou kirishima#katsuki bakugou#momo yaoyorozu#tw guns#tw gun violence#tw death#tw drinking#tw body modification#reader insert#westworld au
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drabbles: them reacting to a surprise kiss
⏠ includes: kaminari denki, bakugo katsuki, shouto todoroki
tysm for the request anon! Hope you enjoy!  âĄ
âdenki kaminari would be smug albeit lowkey flustered
 âShoot back me up,â Denki mumbled, eyes glued to the screen while his fingers fervently tapping on his keyboard. At the current moment, heâs enjoying the semestral break and of course what better way to seize the time by spending most of it playing games? Sign Denki up because he would sacrifice his sleeping schedule just to play with his squad.
 âShit,â he cursed into the mic. âBehind the building!â
 You, however, is not impressed with the current situation.
 Sitting on his bed, you glared daggers at Denkiâs back. Mentally cursing him for not giving you the attention you need. You dropped by his room to hang out with him; perhaps a movie or some kinky time, who knows? Heck, Denki himself was the one who invited you to chill with him. And what does he do? Yep, ignore your cute ass and sit in front of his computer like the jerk he is.
 âDenki. . .â you lowly muttered, approaching him in a slow pace. âGimme attention.â
 You gently combed your fingers in his hair, making sure to massage his scalp in the process. Denki leaned in your touch, âMhhmm! Just finishing this last game, babe.â
 A line appeared between your brows, mouth curving down in a small frown. âYou said that an hour agââ
 âkAcCHANâStop shooting me you ass!â
 It took all of your sanity to not yank his hair right then and there. You wanted to throw a tantrum at him; to give him a cold shoulder for ignoring you. But then you thought of something better.
 Still absorbed in his game, you leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Denkiâs lips. He was startled at first, momentarily tearing his gaze off the screen to look at you with wide eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but the look on your face was enough to answer his question.
 You want his attention.
 âAww does my wittle baby mish me?â
 âThatâs fucking grossâ you could hear Bakugo comment through his headset.
 Nonetheless, the blond ignored his remark. Denki flashed you a smile, raising a hand to cup your cheek. Smooth as he is, he captured your lips in one sweet kiss.
 âGonna leave the round to you, my dudes. My baby needs attention.â
âbakugo katsuki.exe has stopped working
 Ah, yes. Bakugo Katsuki, the man, the myth, the legend.
 Contrary to popular belief, this personification of a hedgehog is an actual softie. It may not look like it, but Katsuki is adores you 100%. Though, it is understandable that most people wouldnât believe you if you told them this man has the ability to blush.
 Yes, blush. If one is lucky enough, they might witness such a holy sight if they caught him off guard. And that someone is you.
 âNo, no! You cream the butter and sugar first before the eggs!â he spat, hands darting out to stop you from cracking open an egg. Earlier that day, you suggested that Katsuki and you bake some cookies. It took an hourâs worth of begging, but youâve managed to convince him to participate in your plan.
 Youâre quite a bakerâif you do say so yourselfâbut Katsuki has zero confidence in your cooking skills. And so here you are, standing like an idiot while he continuously ridicules your knowledge in the kitchen.
 âIâll let you cream me, if you know what I mean.â You winked at him.
 Katsuki stops with what he was doing to shoot you a look, âDonât even get me started (____).â
 You let out a giggle, pinching his cheeks despite his complaints. He mumbled curses under his breath after almost dropping the bowl. At this point, Katsukiâs doing most of the baking while you did most of the pestering. In your defense, how could you properly work on it if he keeps berating you every move you make?
 âAight explosion boy, what can I do to help you?â
 He let out a huff, âGo get the vanilla extract.â
 You hummed, turning around to search for the item he needs. At the same time, Katsuki opted to go and prepare the mixer for the ease of combining the ingredients later on. Just one problem, this oneâs busted.
 He clicked his tongue in annoyance.
 âWhatâs up?â you asked, placing the bottle of vanilla extract on the counter before leaning on it.
 âDamn thing is not workingâ he gave the machine one firm smack as if it would help fix it. Katsukiâs nostrils flared, the corners of his lips pointing downwards. You would be lying if you said he doesnât look cute when heâs angry. He looks like a little angry pomeranian.
 Against your better judgment, you leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. Now, this isnât the first time both of you had shared a kiss. In fact, you and him had multiple times already as controlled by hormones. But that doesnât stop a blush dusting his cheeks and ears.
 You pulled away, a smirk on your face as Katsuki froze in his spot. He stared off into the distance, too flabbergasted to respond. It took one full minute before he regained composure.
 âYouâhuh. What?â he stammered. âWhat was that for?â
 âAm I not allowed to kiss you?â
 âI-. . .â he sucked in a breath, finding it hard to form words. âJustâ just help me with this will you?â
 Note to self: always catch Katsuki off guard.
âshouto todoroki is confusion
 The sky is as black as tar accompanied by nimbus clouds that slowly covered the whole city. It started with a soft pitter-patter of the rain against the window sill, until it gradually got loud that you have to increase the volume of the movie you and Shouto was watching.
  With a thin blanket over your shoulders, both of you intently stared at the screen. A sappy yet heartfelt romantic film on play just the way you like it. The bowl of popcorn, now long rid of its content, sat in between your legs.
  The movie had now come to that point wherein the two main leads confessed their love for one another. It was about damn time. The scriptwriters of the show truly did drag the plot way too long that at some point it became rather boring.
  Shouto shifted in his seat. You opened your mouth to ask him what was wrong. That is until his arm wrapped around your form, resting his hand just above your hip. A soft smile made its way to your face. Whether it was his intention or not, Shouto had always pulled on your heartstrings and made your heart beat fast with his actions.
  âSho. . .â you called out to him. He hummed, turning his head towards your direction.
 Without prior warning, you leaned to press your lips against his. It was short yet sweet, just an unspoken message to show how much you love him. When you pulled away, he had the cutest reaction ever.
  He slowly blinked. Mouth falling open in shock. Shouto looked at you with a bewildered expression. Throughout the course of your relationship with him, kisses are barely shared. Hugs? Yes. Holding hands? You betcha. But the fact that he and you just started dating a few weeks ago, both of you were still adjusting to this change of pace.
  âWhy?â
  You chuckled.
  âJust wanna.â
 He gave you a soft smile, brushing strands of your hair that stuck before placing a chaste kiss on your forehead.
#bnha x reader#mha x reader#bnha#mha#my hero academy#kaminari x reader#kaminari denki#bakugo x reader#bakugo katsuki#shouto x reader#shouto todoroki#bnha drabble
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[ k i n k t o b e r ]  d a y  21   -  masterlist
âȘ character: todoroki shouto [boku no hero]
âȘ tags/warnings: +18, female!reader, alcohol usage, stolen kisses, cheating (reader helps to cheat ig), passionate sex, slight angst
âȘ a/n: the idea came to me while listening to âthe winner takes it allâ by abba ~
Why are you here?
You finished the drink in your hand, feeling the vodka burning down your throat. You watch Todoroki greet the other guests and you want to yell at him to leave. Leave, leave, leave, fucking leave. It wasnât enough that he had ruined your small party, now he had the audacity to appear.
Leave, leave, leave.
Go back to your fiancée.
The day had started out great. You had been promoted at the agency, and were told you would get your own sidekicks. Beaming with happiness, you agreed when Denki offered to organize a small office party, proud of your achievements. While your boss, the main hero of the agency looked for a bottle of champagne for the celebratory brindis, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom for a bit. On your way there, you checked your phone, almost dropping it when the first post that appeared on your timeline was a photo of an engagement ring on Momoâs hand.
You read her post, saying how happy she was that it was exactly a year after they had started dating. Had it already been a year? You swallowed thick and kept looking at the photo, which Todoroki had obviously liked. He probably had posted something similar. You wouldnât know, having blocked him from your social media a while ago, when their couple photos became too much to handle.
You shouldnât have stopped trying. It had been a fight-- a stupid fight if you had to be honest. A miscommunication that shouldnât have happened. You waited for him to apologize and he did the same. Days became weeks, and not too long after you heard whispers about him dating a girl from his school. But it was just a rebound, right? You would find your way back together again. You were sure.
You were.
Denki found you standing in the hallway, eyes lost on your phone. He took it from you, his eyes widening when he saw Momoâs post. Knowing your past history with Todoroki, he tried to comfort you, but you just nodded and followed him back to the office, putting on your best hero smile.
And now he was at the party. Why?
You stopped counting the times you poured more straight vodka to your cup. When you saw Todoroki approaching you, you made a beeline around him and entered the small kitchen in the office. You rested your hands on the sink and took a deep breath, doing your very best to calm the dizziness on your head from walking so fast.Â
A few minutes later, you heard someone coming inside, so you turned around with your hero smile. The moment you saw the half red and white hair, it dropped from your face.
âI wanted to congratulate you for--â
âWhat are you doing here, Todoroki?â you spat. He frowned.
âI came to congratulate you--â
âNo, donât bullshit me,â you said with a dry laugh. Looking at the kitchen door, you closed it, trying to avoid any prying eyes from your coworkers. âDonât bullshit me, why arenât you with your girlfr-- no, my bad! Your fiancĂ©e, why donât you go back to her?â you asked, the liquor on your head making all the hurt that had been accumulating inside your heart turn into harsh words.
Todoroki stayed in silence, eyes fixated on yours. He parted his lips but no words came out. The silence between the both of you seemed to last an eternity, only the music coming from the office filling the gap. You took another look at him, at his black shirt and dark jeans and missed him. Your body craved for his touch, not having been this close since the night he left your apartment. The night you let him go.
You werenât aware of the tears streaming down your face until Todoroki had cupped your face with his hands and was trying to wipe them off with his thumb. Your whole body started trembling at the contact and even more tears ran down your cheeks.
âI was a fool,â you whispered. Todoroki just kept trying to dry off your cheeks. âI thought-- I thought things would fix themselves and they didnât. And now I get I was a fool, Iâm so sorry, Shouto,â you whimpered. âIâm sorry I didnât push harder, Iâm sorry I let you go because I miss you so much. Every day, every night, I miss you so much.â
Todorokiâs eyes widened a bit at your words, but remained silent again. His hands were still on your face, but he was no longer trying to stop your crying. You put your hands over his and smiled softly at how familiar it felt.
âDoes she kiss like I used to kiss you?â you whispered. You laughed softly at your own words and shook your head. âDonât-- donât answer that. I understand how it is. I understand I was the one that let you go. So, just⊠just this once, Shoto, I justâŠâ
You surprised both him and yourself by pressing your lips against his. But it felt like home, even if it wasn't supposed to be like this, even if he was already a lost cause. You pulled away, face flushed in embarrassment, but immediately felt his hand pulling you from the back of your head again. Todoroki kissed you intensely, his hand clasped around your hair. Soon enough, both your arms were around his neck and your body pressed against him, kissing him back.
A loud crash made you pull away, and by the laughs of your coworkers, it seemed someone had broken a liquor bottle. You looked back at your ex, the reality of your situation dawning on you. You wiped the trace of your lipstick from his lower lip and gave him a small smile.
"Sorry," you muttered, before turning back and leaving. This time, he was the one that let you go. Denki looked at you questioningly, his eyes darting from you to Todoroki. 'We just talked', you mouthed to him and he nodded, before taking your hand and pulling you to the dance floor.
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Three knocks on your apartment door were enough to wake you up. You looked at your phone and saw it was already 3 am. The party had lasted until midnight and then you had taken a cab to your place. Two glasses of water and an advil were enough to send you to sleep.
Someone knocked again and you groaned, forcing yourself to get up from your bed. Putting on a robe, you walked to your front door. You wished you hadn't the moment you saw the same half red half white hair and mesmerizing eyes looking back at you.
"... Todoroki, it's 3 am," you yawned. He stayed in silence and you rolled your eyes. "Seriously, I need to get some sleep, I am really tired."
"I came because I can't stop thinking about earlier," he confessed in a neutral tone. Your head snapped back to him, your eyes wide open and lips slightly parted.
"What d--" your sentence was cut short by Todoroki entering your apartment and kissing you on the lips. As if it were a drug, you kissed him back without restraint, not caring how loudly he shut the door behind him. In a few seconds he was carrying you, your legs hooked around his waist as the kiss continued, rough, desperately and filled with more passion than you had felt in the last year.
Your back hit the couch, and memories of laying with Todoroki after a long day of work or watching a movie together right in the same spot came to your mind. You pulled him closer, your legs still wrapped around his waist as your fingers worked to open his shirt. Todoroki got rid of it along with your robe quickly and let his hands wander underneath your pajamas. You let out a sigh when he closed his hands around your breasts. Was it delusional for you to have missed his touch this bad? You always joked that your body was made for him, but feeling his hands match exactly the size of your breasts only reinforced the idea. You took off your pajama top and threw it to the floor. Todorokiâs skin felt hot against yours, almost burning as he took a couple of seconds to look at you.
âI missed you,â you whispered. He smiled softly and kissed you softly, his lips grazing yours for the longest time, as if he wanted to make sure you were real.
âI missed you too,â he replied against your mouth. You drank the chuckle that followed and pulled him back for another kiss as you fumbled with his pants, who made their way to the floor along with the rest of your clothes.
Todorokiâs hand travelled between your legs, his fingers sliding between your wet folds. The moans coming from your mouth became louder as he pushed two fingers inside, feelings your walls tightening around him. He used his free hand to cradle your face, his eyes set on yours as you whimpered under his touch. His thumb drew circles around your clit and your moans started sounding like his name, like a soft prayer, like a welcome home.
Moments later, Todoroki was pushing his cock inside of you, and even if he had taken his time preparing you, the stretch burnt, making you remember how long it had been since the last time he made love to you. This time, you held his head between your hands, foreheads pressed together as he moved his hips against yours at a controlled pace, as if he were getting to know you all over again. You tried to match him with your hips, making him groan against your lips.
Todoroki kissed you and increased his rhythm. His lips devoured you passionately, his tongue dancing with yours as he thrusted in and out. His body knew you so well, it felt like it was claiming it back. It felt familiar, it felt safe, as if you didnât need anything else to enjoy intimacy with you. Even if you had experimented different kinks with him the years you had been together, somehow it all went back to him. It never was the heterochromic eyes or the toned arms you tried to find in other people. It was never looking for men who were also dominant in bed or the quiet ones.
It was just Shouto. The one thing missing was always him.
It doesnât take long for him to take you over the edge, and he follows shortly after, breath hitching against yours. Todoroki attempts to pull out, but your legs wouldnât let him.
âStay,â you whispered weakly and he nodded, pressing a soft kiss on your lips before resting his head on your chest.
Once his head is out of the way, youâre able to see your apartment once again. On the window in front of you, you can see the sun is going to rise any moment, yet all you think about is staying a bit longer with him. Maybe going out for breakfast to the old diner Shouto liked, and going for a stroll until--
Your eyes stop at the door, and the memory of him leaving a year ago comes back to your mind. Furrowing your eyebrows, you look back and see him lying with his eyes closed and calmed respiration. He was there. He came back. That had to mean something, right?
⊠It had to.
You caressed Shoutoâs hair strands and he smiled softly, eyes fluttering as he looked back at you.
"ShoutoâŠ" you whispered, a knot forming on your throat. He took the hand you had on his hair and squeezed it gently.
"Hmm?"
"Shouto⊠you should go home."
This is my home, you yearned for him to say. Iâm home, or maybe another way of him showing you how much you meant to him. How much he was willing to give up to be back in your arms for good.
You wanted desperately to know if your apartment was still a home for Shouto, if he still wanted to build something with you. Because if he did, if he really saw you as his home, then maybe you could--
Todoroki pulled out of you, ignoring the small gasp that left your lips. He stood up and quickly started dressing up, his back turned to you. You closed your eyes, but it still wasn't quick enough to not let a tear fall down your face. Even if you were quick at wiping it off, he never once looked back, not even before he disappeared behind your apartment front door.
Your ragged breath and whimpers emerged only once you thought he was far enough, covering your body with the robe that was laying next to you.
It still smelt like him.
You still smelt like him.
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Todoroki looked at himself on the elevator mirror, trying to fix his hair the best he could, even if he didn't think he would run into anyone in the middle of the night.
'You should go home'.
Your words echoed inside his mind, as he kicked himself for not understanding it sooner. You had been clear enough for him to understand that wasn't his home anymore. It didn't matter how much you had just trembled beneath him, or the way you had looked at him with what he thought was love as he buried himself into you. He had fucked up, he had fucked up by leaving his true home more than a year ago, and now there wasn't a place for him anymore. He understood. He had to understand.
Even if it took him his entire life.
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Heya! I love your writing. Could I request scenarios for Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, Midoriya and Denki (if thatâs ok, and if not, just cut Denks đ) with a S/O that snorts when they laugh and their a little insecure about it, so they usually cover their mouth as soon as it happens or just try not to laugh at anything and as a result they put up this serious front when, in reality, they are really just âša crackheadâš
s/o that doesnât like their laugh
character(s) : bakugou katsuki, kirishima eijirou, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto, kaminari denki
legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns, quirk not specific
headcanon type : fluff, crack-ish (if you squint, thereâs a dash hurt and comfort)
note(s) : PLS i can relate to this, my laugh is a cross hybrid of a window being cleaned, and a hyena đż i normally donât write 5 characters in one post but.. exceptions will be made. sorry that this took so long! will go back to writing requests
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bakugou katsuki
he was very confused, and shocked?? it was a lot
you and him are very similar, like,, out of all the people in 1-A, heâs never seen you laugh like.. hysterically.
it was always normal for him to surpress his laughter when the times are right. but even when you guys got together, he never saw you laugh
which was just a âhm.. okay? wtf, i havenât seen them laugh before??â moment
and donât get me wrong, itâs not like youâre emotionless, and he HASNâT seen you laugh, itâs more like you just cut yourself off before it gets too intense
which is.. đ€š weird. to him at least
laugh if you need to laugh, he doesnât get why you always cut yourself off, like smh the audacity
okay so imagine this, youâre sitting in the kitchenâ only a few feet away from katsuki, as he finishes cooking for you, just like any normal day
but i also headcanon that bakugou likes to taste test his cooking, before he can serve it to you. yâknowâ just in case he accidentally used bad ingredients which is rare, since heâs very precise with cooking
so he prepares the plate and utensils, and before he serves it to youâ he takes a quick taste to see how it is, but his face immediately twists in disatisfaction
âwhat the fuckââ he sputters, looking at the plate âwho the fuck switched the salt and sugar?â
and that seemed to be your breaking point, you immediately burst out into a fit of giggles and snorts, even with katsuki still recovering from the weird after taste.
if it was any other person, he wouldâve chucked them out of the kitchenâ but seeing you laugh out loud like this left him appalled
but your laughing episode is cut short when you realize that katsukiâs just staring. not saying anything, nor is he telling you off for laughing.
his expression looks so indifferent from seeing you laugh?? so you simply just apologize âsorry, i know the laugh is ugly.â
katsuki quickly snaps out of it, ruby irises glaring at you âugly? when the hell did i say that?â he questions, voice gruff
your silence makes him think that youâre actually insecure about your laugh, an despite the weird aftertaste in his mouth, he decides to speak
âlook, it was nice seeing you laugh, idiot.â he adds, because it sounded a little too nice âi donât get why you have to hold your laughter back, especially around me. laugh if you need to, iâm not gonna judge you.â
plus, heâs not the person to judge you for your laugh anyway, his laugh.. is questionable for sure. i wouldnât say itâs any better, so that wouldâve be hypocritical of him
âyou sure?â
âhell yeah iâm fuckinâ sure! but anyway, iâm gonna kill the bitch that switched the salt and sugar!â he gets up from the table, plate in hand as he goes to fix the meal
he surely canât see your face right now, but when he hears you laugh, he canât find himself not being able to smile.
he can only look forward to seeing you laugh again.
kirishima eijirou
his first reaction was :00 and đł
so he was kind of left to his own thoughts when he realized that,, he hasnât seen you laugh wildly before
and itâs not like you were just đ the entire time, you just always covered your mouth whenever you wanted to laugh
it was a big mystery to him, but he doesnât think itâs quite manly to ask you that, it wasnât long before he found out anyway
so! i headcanon that kirishima has his lil gaming night with the bakusquad maybe once or twice a week, they usually choose to communicate through the voice chat so.. no physical interaction.
and youâre just there, spectating the entire thing. because you still wanted to spend time with eijirouâ but you didnât want to interrupt his weekly gaming moment
so thereâs a twistâ he was actually playing a rpg multi-player horror game with the bakusquad, so.. jumpscares, am i right?
you were just sitting there on his bed, just watching if thereâs anything interesting so farâ and surprise! thereâs a jumpscare.
eijirou jumps a little from the impact, and you can just hear the faint girlish screams of bakugou and kaminari, even from this lengthâ basically telling all of them to just fucking dip! run the other way!
AND YOU WERENâT EXPECTING BAKUGOU TO SCREAM SO.. HIGH PITCHED?
so you just start laughing when you hear the continuous screams, from his headset rip kiriâs ear drums and while kirishima tried to focus on the objective, he couldnât help but turn around
just to see you laughing your ass off. and heâs there like đł theyâre laughing?? theyâre laughing!
so kirishima quickly finishes the game, but he just found himself in a state of shock. but then you covered your mouth so :(( aw.
you notice that he finished his game, so you just stop laughing entirely âohâ are you finished, eijirou?â
heâs still kind of taken aback by the laugh, and you seem to have noticed his reaction âwait, did you.. hear that?â
when you see eijirou nod, your expression seemed shell shockâ which confused him, until you told him that you assumed that he didnât hear you because of the headphones
âwhat? is it bad?â he asks with genuine curiousity, but you just explain that youâre just embarrassed. because the laugh itself is ugly
which kirishima disagrees!! >:(( your laugh had him in awe. he loves seeing you laugh, and it was a nice surprise.
âi love hearing you laugh! it makes me happyâ i donât see any reason that you should be ashamed of it, everyoneâs laugh is different, after all.â
youâd say heâs lying, but the genuine toothy grin on kirishima face convinces you that he has the purest intentions.
midoriya izuku
now that iâve thought about it, have we ever seen this boy burst into laughter?? this excludes the hospital scene of course.
but heâs not too concerned about himself not being able to freely laugh, but it was more like he was curious (or concerned) about you
youâre always quick to either cut yourself off, or you just cover your mouth entirely. and he canât help but feel curious!
he asked you at some point on why you do those things when you laugh, but you just shrugged. so until that point, it was just simply a mysteryâ thatâs left to his own imagination
so whenever midoriya creates new moves with his quirk, heâd have the sudden desire to show his s/o and ask if the move would be practical in anything. because why not
and we all know how much midoriya trains right? heâs quite the hard worker. but you were taking a nap in the afternoon, after finishing your school work for the day
itâs probably reaching 3pm now, and izuku finished making new moves with his quirk, and he was eager to show you!
he didnât want to do this but he ended up waking you up anyway, and he brought you outside to show you the new moves
âlook at this, Y/N!â he says, all excited oh boy
what he didnât expect was how fast he was goingâ missing the entire key move, and he started plummetting to the ground (similar to a ragdoll being thrown)
you were still partially dowsy, and you werenât expecting him to fall to the ground like THAT, so you started laughing hard
and because youâre still drowsy, you donât recognize that youâre actually laughingâ yeah, izuku may be still on the ground, but wow. youâre laughing!!
heâs surely taken back, because heâs never actually seen you burst into laughter like this, he was just
yet, you immediately slap your hand over your mouthâ when you realize that youâre actually laughing out loud, and snorting in front of your boyfriend wjdnwkx
âiâm sorry, izukuâ you regain composure, immediately rushing to his aid to help him up, âyou didnât need to hear, or see that.â
but why are you apologizing? heâs the one that dragged you out here to see him fail đ âno, no! itâs fine Y/N. i was just surprised, thatâs all.â
the expression on his face kind of worries youâ because omg what if he thinks the laugh was ugly? iâll never laugh again.
âiâd understand if youâd think my laugh was kind of ugly, izuââ
âwhatâ itâs not ugly!â heâs quick to object âi think.. itâs really nice. it surprised me, but your laughâs interesting! in the good way, and itâs also kind of cute, uhmâ.â pls donât give him a heart attack
you shake your head, because you already have a good idea of what he feelsâ and itâs quite positive. âi get it, izuku. thank you for the reassurance.â
he finally calms down when you give him a quick smooch on the lips. in short, you were the one to calm him down rip
todoroki shouto
heâs definitely curious about it
i mean, itâs a natural occurence at this pointâ shouto was already observant of you, what more when he started developing feelings for you
once again, not someone who freely laughs (heâs quite oblivious with the socializing part so itâs too be expected) but that doesnât mean you should mirror him
like midoriya, he probably tried speaking to you about itâ but you always reassured him that it was just a subconscious habit still odd but.. if you say so
so, shoutoâs downstairs in the kitchen right? heâs preparing a snack to bring up to your room, and while he was trying his best to hurry up with it
you eventually trekked downstairs, and saw shouto preparing said snack. so what do you do? you surprise him!
âshouto!â you peak behind him, and heâs startled because he thought he was alone this entire time
soâ he mightâve accidentally started a mini fire out of shock, and heâs quick to realize that
đ§ thereâs a fire. that iâve created. it was a miracle that he didnât set off the alarms
the situation is handled pretty quickly, since heâs fast enough to put out the fire. but now, shoutoâs just staring at the burned piece of snack.
silence.
â..there was an attempt.â he says it simply, while also equipped with a rather frazzled expression.
this causes you to burst out into a fit of laughter, snorting at the scene in front of youâ the comment being oddly hilarious
heâs the personification of đ§right now, and shoutoâs just watching at the rare scene of you hunched over the kitchen counter, snorting from laughter
âiâm sorry, shouto.â you cover your mouth, still trying to regain your composure âiâm sorry that i scared you but.. it was kind of funny.â
shoutoâs just thinking â..they were laughing.â not in a bad way, of course. heâs heard people laugh at his âjokesâ but this was definitely a different feeling.
shouto being well,, shouto. heâs going to be blunt with his words âyour laugh is pretty.â
but your first reaction is đđ?? PRETTY?? âshouto, out of all the things my laugh could beâ you chose pretty?â youâre looking at him like heâs crazy rn
heâs really confused like,, âyeah. your laugh is pretty, is that bad?â
so then you explain that you just never perceived your laugh as pretty, only because you âsnorted like a pigâ he thought that was a little sad to hear
âi donât see a reason that you should be ashamed of your laugh, Y/N.â he moves closer, setting a cool hand on your shoulder âevery part of you is special in their own individual way. and iâll love every part of it.â
âyou,, mean that? like really??â you ask, and he confirms it with a nod, resting his head against your shoulder âiâm sorry that i burned your snack.â
âitâs fine. iâm sorry i scared you,â
âif it made you laugh then.. iâd say itâs worth it.â and you canât really think that heâd lie, just by the way his mismatched eyes stare at you in pure adoration.
kaminari denki
the only person here that laughs freely whenever and wherever, he has that class clown type of beat
he was a little sad to see that you always covered your mouth whenever you laughed, since it sort of makes his day to see people laugh at his jokes
but of course, heâd never judge youâ he may be curious about certain things but,, heâll never secondguess you as a whole
similar to todoroki and midoriya, heâll ask you in a lighthearted way on why you cover your mouth whenever you laugh
and you always brush it off, so heâd just have to respect that
iâd imagine that heâd encounter your laugh when you guys are doing your daily cracktivities
you guys were already quite good friends before you guys started dating, and this was quite a habit that always occurred maybe once or twice a week
the both of you were desperately trying to hold in the laughter that threatened to escape your lips, at 2am đ
and the both of you guys were watching compilations of that talent show livestream on youtube (tiahra nelsonâs to be specific)
so youâre still holding in your laughter, and reaches to that point in the video, where tiahra nelson was watching that dude sing âelectric loveâ (ref : this video)
seeing denkiâs shocked reaction made you realize thatâ you just canât hold it in anymore, so, you bursted into a fit of snorts and laughter, sliding onto denkiâs shoulder
denkiâs still holding in his laughter because he doesnât want to get busted by iida or somethingâ but oh my, YOUR LAUGH IS CONTAGIOUS TO HIM
heâs never heard you laugh this hard but omg, your laugh is contagious as hellâ so he starts laughing with you đ
eventually, the laughing does die downâ and you guys move on to the next video. itâs oddly quiet at first, because the realization had just hit you and hard
you snorted in front of your boyfriend, and youâre sure that he doesnât care that much but,, wow, you are embarrassed.
âwowâ your laugh is contagious,â denki slides his hand across your shoulder, and while heâs been trying to keep the atmosphere at itâs normal, heâs quite nervous??
âit was a new experience uhm, sorry, i donât know what iâm saying, and i know youâd be insecure about it all and..â he fumbles with his words for a bit, because denki isnât THE BEST with serious things
âyour laugh is cute.â his eyes are glued onto the screen, and his tone is basically stating that heâs right. your laugh is really cute
âyouâre cheesy,â you playfully smack his chest, but you canât help but feel quite bashful of his words
no but really,, whenever you laugh, denki starts to laugh along with you, since itâs so contagious heâs not that sorry about it
moving past the sappy shit, itâs quite helpful in cracktivities đ
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Thigh Highs
Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki, Kaminari Denki (these guys be ass men i dun wanna hear NOTHING)
Scenario:Â Your boyfriend sees you wearing thigh high socks for the first time in your relationship.
Genre: Spice, College AUs!
Word count:Â 1,746
Tags:  @yuki-osakiââ @liviiteheââ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blogââÂ
a/n: I told yâall you were getting headcanons. But instead youâre getting MINI-SCENARIOS because I was feeling it ayeee. Iâm happy to be writing again, even if itâs a warm-up to fanfics and my requests. I really needed to write something Iâm inspired by to ease myself back into writing again, and right now Iâm inspired to write these boys thirsting over their s/oâs thiccness. Thank me later.
Also! I was originally gonna write for Kiri, but since I have a request for Denki coming down the pipeline soon, I figured I would write a little sneak peek/sample of him. Theyâre scenarios were similar though. Iâm gonna write a part 2 with Kiri, Shinsou, and a bonus Todoroki scene ;)
Todoroki Shouto
You donât know what spurred you to wear those thigh highs buried in your sock drawer. Maybe it was a Pinterest post or a school life anime, or it was just too hot for joggers but too cold for just your shorts. It wasnât like you were going anywhere; your friends proposed a movie in the common room on your floor, so it didnât matter if you didnât look the best in them. Itâs just an experiment, you think as you slid them up your legs. One glance in the mirror and the slight rolling down at the hem made you frown, taking it as a sign that your thighs are perhaps on the too thick side. Still, you didnât care enough to take them off, plopping yourself on the couch between Tsuyu and your boyfriend. Heâd glanced over briefly and outstretched his arm in anticipation of your body nestling itself there to snuggle.
Sometime in the middle of the movie, Todorokiâs head ended up in your lap, twiddling with one of your hands, caressing your fingers and knuckles with his calloused ones. His other hand rests on your knee. As the movie carries on, more of your friends start dozing off and you start paying more attention to your phone. You feel Todorokiâs hand on your knee ghost ever so slightly up higher. Figuring heâs just cradling his head on that hand, you try not to stiffen, until his finger starts tracing the rolled up lip of my socks.
Your hand in his soft hair taps a finger to call his attention. When his body pivots onto his back, you whisper, âWhy are you touching my socks, babe?â
A teasing smirk quirks at his lips. âIs it distracting you?â
âKind of.â It may or may not make you self-conscious.
His finger traces a small circle on your bare thigh, facing your body now. âThese socks are distracting me too, calling attention to these beautiful thighs of yours.â Before you can respond, he places a kiss right at the hem of your shorts, sending a wave of low heat through your body. âThat little bit of skin spilling out the top looks absolutely tantalizing, dear.â His light touches and caresses enveloping your body in delicious sparks of electricity as he continues peppering more feathery kisses on your flesh to meet the end of your shorts. You squirm as you breathe his name, only for him to sit up and lean up against your ear. âIâd like to devour them, rest on them a little more,â his voice drops lower, âMaybe dwell right between them.â
Your face erupts in the most furious heat. âN-No- W-What if someone hears you?â you whisper-yell.
âEveryoneâs asleep already.â Todorokiâs hand dips under your flesh, riding up your shorts and giving your soft thighs a light squeeze, his lips ghosting the sensitive spot under your ear. âBut I can wait to ravish you fully when weâre alone.â Another chaste kiss on your jaw. âIâd love to see you wear these more often.â The other hand tugs the elastic band before releasing it, letting it snap against your thigh and eliciting a sharp gasp from you. He just chuckles at your sensitivity. âBe prepared, darling.â
Bakugou Katsuki
âGet over here and cuddle me already!â Your needy boyfriend grumbles from your bed. His pouty face is apparent in your mind even if you canât see it from your rummaging.
âJust a minute, babe.â Youâre separating the socks in your drawer. You figured it would be a cute idea to wear the socks Mina suggested you get; they were soft enough to cuddle in and you thought Bakugou would enjoy it, even though heâs not the picky type as long as you were actually cuddling him.
Itâs a lazy Friday afternoon after your classes are finished. The end of a weary school week means cuddling up with each other as stress relief. Thereâs nothing more the two of you look forward to than staying in each otherâs arms, watching movies, talking, kissing, or a combination of all three.
Finally, you pull them out and slide them on. Catching your reflection in the mirror, you smile at how cute they look on you. They have little black bows at the top and a matching line down the side of the cream colored knit.
âBabe.â
Bakugouâs sudden gravelly voice pulls you out of your thoughts. Itâs a different tone from the whining he was doing just a moment ago, itâs sudden intensity almost scaring you. One look in his crimson eyes tells you exactly why. Heâs sitting upright now, tracing your form as his tongue swipes his smirking bottom lip. âIs that a little something for me?â
You flicker your head down then right back at him, pushing your legs together shyly. âI thought it would be cute, donât you think?â you squeak out.
Your action must have excited him more, something between a hum and a groan resonating in his throat. âGod, youâre killing me.â Bakugou holds his hands outstretched to you. âGet over here before I scoop you up myself.â
As the obedient lamb you are, you scurry over to him. His hands immediately grab behind your thighs and pull you into his lap, strongly gripping your soft skin. âJust the perfect accessory for these amazing thighs of yours.â He gives one of them a light slap, earning a yelp from you. âYou been hiding these from me for long?â
You shake your head quickly. âMina thought I should get them, I wanted to show you.â
âItâs my lucky day isnât it?â Bakugou groans out, gathering more of your thickness in his hands to massage them as he meets your lips sloppily. âWho said you can look that damn hot?â As he leans down to steal rabid kisses from your sensitive neck. âIâm the only person you can wear these for, you hear me?â he growls against your skin, leaving a bite on your collarbone. Blunt nails dig down the flesh of your leg, making you gasp. âI can just hold them all day, youâre not going anywhere for a while.â
One thingâs for sure, youâre going to do a lot more kissing than you did cuddle this time around.
Kaminari Denki
There are a lot of things in your closet that you havenât worn, including a single rogue pair of thigh-high socks youâve never dared to wear until you were bored today.  It could be fun to look like a schoolgirl, you think brightly, pulling them on. Half of you expected the socks to constrict all the life from your legs, but they were just the slightest bit snug at the tops of your knees only. With the help of Pinterest, you decide on a pair of shorts and some heeled booties to finish off the bottom half of a potential outfit you promise youâll wear to class one day.
When you finally look in the mirror, you instinctively say, âDamn.â You didnât expect the outfit to look this cute, even though your thick thighs look a little too big at some angles. âI have a figure.â
You have to take some cute pictures.
Pulling out your camera, you imitate the poses in the model photos you saw, pushing your legs together to make your thighs look skinnier and trying not to show the fat pooching out from the top of the socks. Buzzing with newfound self-esteem at how hot you are, you send the pictures to your boyfriend without another thought. âWas cleaning stuff out, donât I look cute?â You expect him to answer right away since he saw the pictures right after you sent them, but he leaves them on read, sending all of your confidence crashing down. I thought I looked cute, I thought he would agree, you think somberly.
Slumping onto the floor in front of your closet, you slide through the pictures you were just squealing over two minutes ago. Why would Kaminari, your number one supporter and cheerleader, leave you on read? You thought you look like quite a catch. You know you look like quite a catch.
A minute later, thereâs a knock on your door. Rushing to answer it, swinging the door surprisingly reveals the bright blond hair of your boyfriend. You have no time to act surprised, he takes one sweep down before he jumps on you, pushing your body against the wall and crushing your lips to his. His hands tightly grip your hips, looping a finger inside your shorts.
You roughly push his face away, both to breathe and get an explanation from your seemingly bipolar boyfriend. Before you can say anything, he moans, âI couldnât help myself, I had to come see you in person.â He pulls back a little to scan your body again. âGod, you look sexy, baby. You know how much I love your legs and this curvy little figure of yours.â He hoists you up by your thighs, pinning your body to the wall with his and squeezing his hands around your flesh just shy of your butt.
You let out a yelp just as his lips capture yours again, more hungry this time, as he gathers more of your lovely thickness in his hands. You try to match his pace, but he proves to be too much for you, especially with how heâs slowly grinding your bodies together, sending sweet tingling electricity through you. Kaminari slides his hands down your legs closer to the middle of your thighs to carry you over to your bed, waddling over so he wonât drop you.
As he passes your mirror, you separate from him. âW-Wait, stop here.â
The boy stops moving but continues his assault down your neck now. Through your foggy mind, you pull out your phone and take a picture of the passionate image: your boyfriend gripping your honey thighs desperately as he ravages your neck, your arm clinging onto his neck and your knees squeezing his body, the socks the perfect accessory. He looks up to stare down at the picture before rushing you over to the bed, practically tossing you down onto it before taking his place hovering over you. Stealing your lips with another searing kiss, he mumbles, âI want that as my phone background, you look so hot there. Damn, Iâm so lucky to have you.â
You chuckle out another sigh. âAnd here I thought you didnât like how I looked.â
âNever!â
PART 2
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okay so its 2am right now and I just thought of something really cute hhhh, so basically, how would kaminari, kirishima, todoroki and bakugou react to finding ship art or something of them and their crush?? I love your writing btw, it's so awesome đđ
super long wait, i know. half of this was written when bnha was still my hyperfixation, hence why it's one shots. the headcanons were written now, because i felt bad leaving out denki and eijirou. -cherry
katsuki bakugĆ:
it was just after nine in the afternoon. katsuki had already gone to sleep as per usual, though tonight he was rudely interrupted by loud knocking on his room's door.
"the hell do you want, loser?!", he shouted, still unsure of who was even at his door. everyone knew by now not to disturb him, so who dared to do so anyways?
getting out of bed and proceeding to open the door, the ash blond was slightly less angered when he saw eijirou standing there. said red head looked frantic because of something. bakugou honestly didn't even want to know what had got him so distraught, but he knew he wouldn't get his well deserved sleep otherwise,
"spit it out, shitty hair."
"we were looking at pictures from the sports festival online and we found something that you should maybe see for yourself!", eijirou started, realizing that he wasn't getting his friend's attention, so he added, "it's about you and (y/n)!"
kirishima was the only one that knew about bakugou's secret crush on you. that's why he wasn't laughing like everyone else in the common room; because what they found may cause complications.
after kirishima had mentioned your name, bakugou was swiftly jogging towards where almost all of his class was sitting gathered around a laptop, which seemed to be mina's, judging by all the leopardy and pink stickers on it.
"out of the way extras!", katsuki stomped over to see what all the fuss was about. from the corner of his eye he saw how you were cowering next to one of the couches, face covered by your hands. at first he couldn't understand why, but when he saw a particular piece of artwork displayed on the laptop screen, he figured you were just majorly embarrassed.
the art that his class found on google was from somebody's blog that was all about the 'heroes of the future!'. needless to say, the blog didn't only deal with the heroes, but also the relationships of them. ever since an encounter at the sports festival that a lot of people saw and shared around, you and bakugou had become a popular so called ship. (the girls explained that 'ship' didn't mean anything related to boats when they teased you about mentioned moment in front of him.)
katsuki couldn't help but feel embarrassed himself, but he also had to keep his cool to not seem suspicious. looking at the drawing of you and him one more time, the ash blond walked over to you, ignoring anything his class was saying.
"(y/n), you ok?", he crouched down to your level, poking your head once. his only response was a quiet hum, followed by a hiccup. worried, katsuki grabbed your hand tightly and pulled you outside the dorm.
the air was nice, not too hot, nor too cold. a light wind was blowing as the moon shone brightly.
bakugou gave you a little space and some time to calm down. when you did, he was quick to ask,
"what's the matter? did you get THAT embarrassed by it?"
you shook your head no. it was something more, but was this the right time to tell him?
"i was really embarrassed at first.", you started, "but then i thought about something and cried."
"about what?", the usually loud boy asked softly. silence was all he got for a good minute until you finally responded,
"you know how they say 'life imitates art'? i really wish it w-was like that..."
now you were the one getting silence as a response. did you really just say that?
"idiot, being all cryptic and shit.", katsuki tried to stay calm, even if he was freaking out on the inside, "if you want a kiss you can have it."
shĆto todoroki:
mr. aizawa's classes had a pretty strict schedule most of the time: first the class would get an assignment, that they'd do until said teacher falls asleep. after that, everyone would quietly - in order to not wake up aizawa - do anything they want, really.
for shouto this was more or less just plainly boring, as he was one of the few students that actually did what they had to. he'd finish his work and then wait, because he had nothing else to do. he was most likely to bother midoriya, but today he was very into whatever he was writing down in his little book. so shouto settled for observing the classmates behaviour. well, rather your behaviour.
the half and half boy knew it was weird, but he liked watching you. he liked seeing you, especially when you were happy and smiling. todoroki knew what these 'symptoms' were, but he wanted everything to stay as it was for now.
why he had caught those feelings, he didn't know. he figured it was the way you stood out. you didn't get lost in between the others and he liked that.
while todoroki was deep in thought, ashido had walked over to your desk, where you were doing the assignment in peace and quiet,
"(y/n), look! the other's and i thought about how todoroki always stares at you so intensely, so we created these shipnames! which one do you like better?"
you looked at the paper or rather the newly created words and little pictures drawn by some of your classmates and immediately turned red. flailing your hands around a little, you lied,
"none of these, i don't...like todoroki in that way."
mina looked a tad upset at that, but she understood, nodded and walked back to her table. you sort of felt bad, having killed her excitement, but you didn't need anyone knowing about your secret crush on the stoic one.
speaking of the stoic one, he couldn't hear anything you and mina had talked about. he only saw her walking over, showing you something and you freaking out and sending her away. needless to say, he was curious what had caught you off guard so much. when shouto saw mina throwing away that suspicious piece of paper, he decided to look at it when class ended. even if he thought sticking his hand in the trash was a little gross.
the end of class came sooner than expected. shouto was packing his bag slower than usual, waiting until everyone had left. after they did, he skipped over to the trash can, pulling out the latest addition: a piece of paper that embarrassed (y/n)!
he stuffed it in his bag and carried on walking to his dorm room, where he finally felt safe looking at it, " 'ship names'? why would they want to name a boat after (y/n) and i?", he asked himself, before a certain doodle on the page explained your reaction and the girls' name-mixing. even shouto couldn't help but react in some way, thinking about said doodle happening in real life. that's when he got startled by a knock on his door.
"hey, todoroki. i know you always do your work in class, so i thought i'd come and ask you about...", you drifted off, seeing the light blush on his cheeks and his fire side burning, "...umm, am i interrupting something?"
he was hiding a piece of paper behind his back. you could see just the corner of it, but that was enough for you to identify what paper it was.
"didn't take you for the nosey type.", you akwardly laughed in order to drown out your embarrassment.
"sorry, i got curious.", he looked unusually upset, averting his heterochromatic eyes and letting his arms drop on his sides. you confirmed the paper was indeed the one that mina showed you earlier.
"did you dislike it a lot?", shouto asked without thinking.
now it was your turn to blush.
denki kaminari:
-ok hear me out
-his love language has to be physical touch
-so naturally, when you guys and the rest of the bakusquad had a sleepover, you cuddled
-platonically of course (even though both of you had feelings for one another, but shh)
-oh, but mina couldn't let this one slip
-she HAD to take a picture
-in the morning, when you were still only half awake, mina ecstatically showed her phone into your face
-"LOOK, (Y/N), YOU GUYS ARE THE CUTEST!"
-queue embarrassed (y/n) and denki
eijirĆ kirishima:
-i feel like with him, you had been like childhood friends
-and back in the day, you guys were all like
-"i'm gonna marry you when i'm older!"
-so you engraved a little "eijirĆ & (y/n)" into a tree
-years and years later you guys go back to that spot
-just because you wanted to reminisce the good old days
-you guys find the carvings
-"you know, (y/n), i still haven't changed my mind."
-"what do you mean, eijirou?"
-"i'd still marry you."
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Time for the rest of the first challenge. Event. Whatever. Words hard.
[No. 26 - Chase Down The Leader]
We flashback just a minute or so from where we left off, in order to see just how Izuku pulled off his impressive launch across the field. He stands at the start of the minefield, watching other students pick their way through - and occasionally setting off mines with missteps - while having a veritable mumblefest over the mines and the general issue of trying to pick past them.Â
The general gist of the mumbling: The mines are the type that blow up when stepped on, and arenât that strong, but can throw a student off enough to possibly cause a chain reaction and lose them a lot of time. Itâs better to go slow to avoid damage, even for leaping types, and trying to slow others is a guaranteed time loss. Izuku then analyzes the field in front of him, noting the spots people avoid and that most students will be most on guard at the entrance, which means there are plenty of mines left for his plan so long as they stay frosty.Â
Izuku puts his armor plate to work digging up mines, muttering about how anti-personnel mines should only be 14 centimeters or so deep (about 6 inches). Jirou, just making her way into the field and using her quirk to⊠I guess disable mines in front of her? Anyway, she actually notices Izuku is up to something and asks what heâs doing, though I think itâs not one she expects to get answered. In short order, Izuku has a pile of about a dozen mines, and mentally claims heâs taking a page from Kacchanâs book. Meanwhile, Present Mic announces Shouto and Katsuki are still in the lead, and that theyâre about to cross the finish line.
Not for long, though, as Izuku names his adhoc maneuver âgreat blasting turbo speedâ, throwing himself on top of his armor sheet and onto the pile of mines, launching him over the field and right towards the two leading the pack. Pretty much everyone hesitates or stops to stare for a moment, shook by the sheer brass balls it had to take to literally blow yourself sky high. The two most shook, of course, are Shouto and Katsuki, who only just start moving again when Izuku actually flies ahead of them, forgoing their fight in order to catch back up.
Izuku considers the whole experience intense, and is even more focused now that heâs managed to gain the lead. However, thereâs one huge issue - he didnât think far enough ahead to consider how he was going to land. As if thatâs not enough, Katsuki is throwing himself forward with more explosions, screaming at âDekuâ to get back there (presumably to fight). Shoutoâs not far behind, giving up keeping the others hindered in exchange for the speed he gets from icing over the field ahead of him - he doesnât have time to worry about those behind him now.
Present Mic announces the temporary ceasefire between the two in order to chase down Izuku, and how when a common enemy appears, people stop fighting - then tacks on that, well, actually theyâre still fighting, just not each other. Aizawa wonders what his friend is even trying to say.Â
Izuku starts floating away from his armor sheet, the larger surface area causing it to stall and slow faster then he is. He grabs onto one of the wires as he recognizes this, and that if he loses time on his landing, passing the two again will be impossible. As the two just start to rush past him, Izuku swears mentally, telling himself to not let go - while heâs still ahead, this is his only chance. So, if passing them is impossible, then he has to maintain the lead.Â
Somehow, he manages to flip in the air, using the momentum to bring the armor plate swinging around and into the ground right between the two, the pressure enough to set off several more mines. The two are forced to stop from the resulting explosion, while Izukuâs newfound momentum throws him readily ahead.Â
As he falls into a duck and roll, Present Mic announces how Izuku blows off the competition with no time to lose. He goes on to marvel at Aizawaâs class, wondering what heâs teaching the kids. Aizawa says itâs not his doing, and that theyâve been spurring each other on all on their own. Present Mic rolls on with his commentary, asking who could have predicted such an incredible turn of events? Aizawa asks if heâs being ignored as Present Mic announces the first one back to the stadium:
Midoriya Izuku. The crowds go absolutely wild. Outside the stadium, Death Arms recognizes Izuku as the kid from a year ago. At home, Inko falls off the couch sobbing while repeatedly stumbling over Izukuâs name. In an unknown location, Shigaraki watches on while scratching idly at his neck.Â
Izuku looks around the stadium while breathing heavily, eventually looking at one spot in particular. Somehow, heâs found Toshinori in the stands, and the two have a Momentâą from across the stadium.Â
These fucking two, man.Â
While Izuku is trying to keep himself from crying, the other students start making their way across the finish line as well.Â
Toshinori thinks about how Izuku has the spirit of a savior hero to the core, but the sports festival is a competition that tests the exact opposite of that - your willingness to take down the enemy. Heroes nowadays depend on popular opinion so much. So many selfishly seek to beat everyone else. But thatâs not Izuku - and thatâs why Toshinori chose him, even as he thoughts that lack of selfishness would be his one weakness. He claps in the stands, happy to have been proved wrong and mentally apologizing for doubting him, even as he laments Izukuâs crying habits.
Some business students nearby catch Toshinoriâs attention, mostly due to them discussing Izukuâs potential and how theyâd market him. They talk about how Izukuâs stock is about to rise, but itâs hard to say whatâs still in store for him since he didnât show his quirk. They then start speculating about how a hero agency would market him if they took it on, with one pointing out how heâs not much to look at, so theyâre have to push his skills and his unique, almost artistic sensibilities. When the resources you need arenât there⊠Well, we donât hear how that gets handled, but Toshinori does note how some things never change.
We get a brief narrative insert about the business course, most notably how they have nothing to gain by directly competing in the sports festival. Instead, they hone their skills as salespeople and run business simulations.Â
Back with the hero students, we see Katsuki and Shouto both catching their breath. Katsuki is furious at Izuku once again managing to wrangle a win right from under him, while Shouto is just staring after Izuku silently. Present Mic announces more racers reaching the finish line, and that the standings will be gone over later, so the students can catch their breath for now.
Ochako and Tenya make their way over to Izuku. Ochako calls Izukuâs strategy awesome, while Tenya is in despair over losing a race with his quirk, stating that he still has progress to make. Ochako states that sheâs jealous of Izukuâs first place; Izuku flushes and hides his face behind his arms, stating that it wasnât that impressive, and was still too close. Internally, he laments that he just got lucky, that all his chance strategies happened to work. They say itâs awesome, but it was just a lucky break, and that the real test of skill starts now.
Anyways, Midnight announces the end of the race, and we get the results:
Midoriya Izuku
Todoroki Shouto
Bakugou Katsuki
Shiozaki Ibara
Honenuki Juuzou
Iida Tenya
Tokoyami Fumikage
Sero Hanta
Kirishima Eijirou
Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu
Ojiro Mashirao
Awase Yosetsu
Asui Tsuyu
Shouji Mezou
Satou Rikidou
Uraraka Ochako
Yaoyorozu Momo
Mineta Minoru
Ashido Mina
Kouda Kouji
Jirou Kyouka
Kaibara Sen
Tsuburaba Kosei
Kaminari Denki
Bondo Kojiro
Yanagi Reiko
Shinsou Hitoshi
Kendo Itsuka
Shishida Jurota
Kuroiro Shihai
Kodai Yui
Rin Hiryu
Shouda Nirengeki
Komori Kinoko
Kamakiri Togaru
Monoma Neito
Tsunotori Pony
Hagakure Touru
Tokage Setsuna
Fukidashi Manga
Hatsume Mei
Aoyama Yuuga
I wasnât able to find this list in word form anywhere online, so I made it myself. Youâre welcome. I also calculated the points each of them had going into the second event, but Iâm not gonna worry about that here. Iâll do individual and team points when we actually get to the teams. That way, weâll know who has which teamsâ headbands at the end!
Moving on with the chapter. Midnight announces that the top 42 from the qualifying round will move on, conveniently just including every hero student as well as the two non-hero students who managed to place higher. For those who placed lower, the sports festival will have another way for them to show their stuff!
(Not that we see said show, which I mean, makes sense narratively speaking, but alsoâŠ)
[I was going to insert the server discussion about my thoughts on the arbitrary cut-off point here, but itâs getting long enough to merit its own post at this point. So look forward to that whenever it goes up!]
Anyways, Midnight continues on, explaining that now the main selection really begins, and that the press corp is going to be jumping out of their seats, so the students should give it all theyâve got. Now, onto the second event, which she already knows - which confirms these are predetermined by UA and they just do the randomizer for the sake of the crowds. Said event isâŠÂ
the cavalry battle!
Kaminari is nervous at that, thinking about how heâs going to suck. Mineta is also looking concerned. Tsuyu notes theyâre teaming up, but how, exactly? Midnight explains with a neat little graphic:
Basically, participants get in teams of two to four, and get into a horse-and-rider formation. The rules are the same as your regular cavalry battle - snag the opponentâs headbands while guarding your own - but with a twist. Each student has an assigned value based on their placement in the race.Â
Sato notes that it sounds like the points in the entrance exam, so it sounds simple. Hagakure comments on how this means the point value of each team is based on its members. Midnight snaps and cracks her whip at the students that sheâs about to explain, so they should shut up already.Â
Individual point values start at five, at the bottom, so the student in 42nd place is forth five, 41st is worth ten, etc etc. However, the first place participant - that is, Izuku - is instead worth a whole ten million points.
That, my friends, is the face of someone realized they done fucked up.
Basically all the students stare down Izuku as he goes stiff from the internal panicking. Shinsou and Hatsume seem to be shown particular interest in it. Midnight finishes the chapter by noting that the higher-ranked students are the ones to aim for, and that this survival game is a chance for a comeback. Itâs anyoneâs game!
And with that, we end chapter 26⊠and volume three. Which means bonus content will be coming soon! See yâall then, and weâll be back with more sports festival action in the next volume.Â
#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#chapter 26#readthrough#sports festival arc#midoriya izuku#bakugou katsuki#todoroki shouto#yagi toshinori#kayama nemuri#yamada hizashi#aizawa shouta#uraraka ochako#Iida Tenya#seriously though#there's some small things in here which really do suggested some fucked up stuff#even if that wasn't hori's intention#it does sort of fit with the rest of what we see about hero society so like#it's hard to dismiss the evidence#the sports festival really is awful the more you genuinely think about it all#but that's another post
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