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no, you hang up! | shota aizawa

kinktober day three: phone sex

word count. 2.2k

content. phone sex, reader and aizawa are coworkers, mutual masturbation, referenced age gap (once and it's minor + doesn't contribute to their relationship dynamic), dirty talk, no genitals for reader mentioned, gender-neutral reader, teasing (reader calls him names but it's all fairly playful), pre-relationship.

♪ agora hills — doja cat

kinktober mlist | regular mlist

You know it's him before you even look.

Your room is blue-dark, cold; the central heating must have turned off hours ago, still on to warm you to sleep even beneath two comforters. The recent winters were no joke—you walked around town at the moment with dry, blistering lips and dull skin and watery eyes. Even now, as you raise your head from the comfort of your sheets to the arid air, gooseflesh breaks over your skin.

Something pulses; it's what woke you in the first place. Some noise, some shift in the quiet. Outside it's still dark, not yet late enough for the light to start turning greyish and buoyant. It takes a muddled, groggy few seconds as the static in your head starts to clear that you realise it's your phone. 

You grope blindly for it; it's only vibrating, but you're a tepid sleeper at the minute, and it's more than enough to rouse you from whatever fitful slumber you'd managed to fall into. You have to be careful not to forget and turn on your side, put pressure on the sling that binds your arm as you reach under the sheets for your phone as it rings, rings, rings out. 

You slap a hand across the plastic case, lift it with a wince at the cold blue light that shines out like fingernails down a chalkboard. But yeah—when you read the name AIZAWA across the top of the screen in informal white capitals, you can't honestly say you're surprised.

You stab the green button on what's probably the eighth or ninth ring. "Yeah?"

There's a moment where he doesn't say anything. Where the line crackles the way the ozone layer does before the first strike of lightning. "...Did I wake you?"

"Yeah," you say again, returning to your back. Your bound arm gives a twinge of protest. 

"Sorry," he murmurs, in that dry tone of his, the one that rarely manages not to sound clipped and bored. "I guess I didn't realise how late it is."

You pull the phone away, glancing for the first time at the time in the right-hand corner. 02.11am. He did have a nasty habit of letting the night slip away from him—and his regular bouts of insomnia mean the lateness of the hour doesn't always impress upon him as it does for most people—but you suspect there may be more to it than that. There's a hesitance, a reluctance in his voice. 

"It's okay," you say finally. "Have to pee anyway."

The static rises as he huffs down the line. "How's the arm?"

"Feels like roadkill," you mumble, which doesn't make a lot of sense. But sue you, you're tired and the painkillers wore off in your sleep. "Why're you calling?"

Another crackle, a soft shift, like an out-of-tune radio adjusting frequency. "No... particular reason."

As the fatigue starts to clear from your heavy brain, you try to picture it. Shouta Aizawa—evidently not patrolling tonight, given the lack of cityscape din in the background of the call. It's quiet; you can maybe hear the low purr of a ceiling fan. Earlier, he'd shifted, and you'd heard the rustling of sheets. So, he's in bed. Lying there. Alone. Calling you.

He's pretty transparent. But to his credit, you don't think he's trying to be conspicuous. It's not incredibly in his nature. And it's not in yours to call him out on it, either, which he knows. It's why he does it.

Does, not like—like this is a regular thing, or anything. There have been one or two what you like to refer to as unrelated incidents over the eight-year course of your working relationship. A kiss at a New Year's party that lingered a moment too long, the time he took you home after a night at the bar with the other U.A. staff and you couldn't be in the staffroom alone with him for about a fortnight afterwards.

"Just missing the sound of my voice?" you ask, trying not to sound too coy. You don't want to make him skittish, and anyway you have a feeling he hates when you try to play up your (in your opinion) minor age difference. 

Another rustle, quieter, shorter. "...Something like that," he murmurs. His voice is soft, despite the timbre of it reaching down to some pit in his chest. 

"So should I talk?" you press. 

"Sure," he replies.

"About what?"

"Anything." He swallows. "Whatever... whatever you'd like to talk about."

You roll your tongue over your lower lip, suck it for a moment whilst you think. "I miss work," you start. Boring, mundane—testing the waters. "Being stuck at home sucks. And all my friends are my coworkers, so you're all at work every day. 'S pretty lonely."

"I see." There's a hint of strain in his voice, one that makes a dim chord strike somewhere low and pitiful inside you. You cross your legs over each other. "You know we'd visit if we had the time."

"Yeah, I know. I bought myself plants to give myself a reason to get out of bed," you say, casting a glance over at them as they rest on your windowsill. Their leaves wink and shiver in the current of cold breeze let in from the crack in your window. "I have to get up twice to water them. And then when I'm up, I think, I might as well get something to eat, exercise. Shower."

The last work is deliberately provocative, like pressing on a ripe bruise to see when it starts to hurt. Your reward is the faintest hitch of Aizawa's breath. 

"I talk to Hizashi every day," you continue, trying to keep your own voice even. The silence on the other end of the phone sounds deafening, your heartbeat starting to get uncomfortably forceful in your chest. "He texts a lot, about silly things. Keeping me up to date on stuff at the school. It's not the same as being there, but it's sweet that he tries." You pause. "I wish I could see everyone, though. Hey—can I see you?"

You let the question hang. Lining up a hunting rifle to a buck's head, letting it decide to stay or flee. Then,

"Hang on." It comes through gruff and short, but it makes your stomach twist all the same. A moment later, your phone hums with a notification. It hangs, a grey banner at the top of your screen. From Aizawa, with a photo attachment.

Your mouth goes dry as you stretch your thumb to tap it. It's a flash photo of a barely-lit room. You can see dark blue sheets and a grey comforter, and two legs in slouchy grey sweats, cocked apart, shoved halfway down his thighs. But in the crux of the photo—

"Jesus," you blurt before you can stop yourself. You hear Aizawa huff a noise on the other end of the phone, could be laughter, could be something else. It’s not like your entirely inexperienced with Aizawa’s cock, but that was a while ago and there’s a big difference between a drunken sticky fumbling in the dark and seeing it properly, in low warm light, heavy and hard with his hand wrapped around it. His fingers, thick and pale, you can’t help but want them on you. Circled around your ankle, maybe, pulling you apart for him with that quiet, unassuming strength of his. 

“Is that a good or bad reaction?” he asks, and the note of strain is thicker than ever. He sounds strangled. “Should I start worrying—about my job position?”

“Probably,” you answer. “But—no. How long’ve you been touching yourself?”

You hear his breath hitch again at the casual crudeness of your words. “How long’ve you been on the phone?”

A hot red flash zips through you. Before your head has given your body permission, you’ve laid the phone down flat on your chest, speakers buzzing through your shirt as you slip a hand beneath the waistband of your underwear. You go straight for what feels good, finding yourself already embarrassingly ready, shuddering as your fingers brush the most sensitive parts of yourself. 

“You’re such a creep,” you groan, head back against the pillow. Aizawa makes a quick, cut noise in the back of his throat. “One week without staring down my shirt in the staff room and you resort to this?”

“I don’t—” He cuts himself off, sighing shakily. “I don’t stare.”

He does fucking stare, it’s just quite subtle and it took you a while to notice. 

“Yeah, right.” Your fingers curl and search, press and glide. You’re hot and wet, for him, for the first glimpse of lust since your leave of absence began. “Bet you’d do anything for a taste.”

“...Maybe,” he stammers, breathing hard and quick against the phone. Now you can hear a soft stream of sounds coming through, a shlck-shlck-shlck that makes your blood hot and your brain fuzzy. “Maybe I’ve thought about it. Once or twice.”

“Dirty old man,” you say, half-babbling, and he groans low in his throat. You wish you could see him, God you can picture it—head thrown back, thick dark hair splayed against the rumpled pillows like a funeral shroud, sleep shirt ruched up to show the soft pale plane of his stomach dusted with dark spiralling hairs. You’d follow the pattern down to where the hair was thickest, push your hand through to where he was hard and hot as a brand for you. You didn’t get much time to play with him before, restless and lazy and horny off the cheapest champagnes you could order at the bar; he’d been inside you before too long and back out far too soon. 

“I’m n-not…” Hearing his resolve start to crack and fracture is the hottest thing in the world. Your own fingers work faster, jamming at the spots that make your legs gooey and your stomach start to tauten. “Isn’t my fault you look like that.”

Your giggle is breathless, half a moan. “Took that right out of the old perverts’ handbook,” you mutter. “Don’t break a hip on your way over here.”

“Shut up, shut up,” he grunts. “Damn it—shouldn’t have called—”

“I’m glad you did,” you say. Sweat is starting to collect in your armpits and the back of your neck. “Been so bored. This is the first time I’ve felt anything in weeks.”

His breath is ragged. “What do you feel?” he asks hoarsely. 

“Hang on.” The photo you send is conservative compared to his; just a shot of your hand disappearing into the waistband of your shorts. But you hear his stifled whimper, low in his throat, crackling with desperation. 

“God,” he hisses. “You have no idea what I’d do to you.”

“I have—some idea,” you mumble. 

“No, not like before,” he growls. “I was too drunk to do much of anything. What a waste. I’d never let you go if I had you now. I’d make you cum three times before I even thought about fucking you. My mouth, my hands, my thigh, anything.”

You imagine the scratch of his stubble on your inner thigh, or your own legs clamped around the thick muscle of his thigh, and nearly white out. You’re not in control, not of the way your hips cant desperately against your hand or the desperate moan his words pull from you, turning to stifle it into the pillow. 

“I want you inside me so bad,” you find yourself babbling, hot with embarrassment over the desperation in your voice. You sound close to tears. “Jesus—your hands, I’m always thinking about it. Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

He makes a keening, desperate noise, like a starving animal going for food. “Show me.”

You barely hesitate, ripping your shorts and underwear all the way off, and it’s only a few more desperate strokes of your fingers until you feel them flood over, your whole body shuddering and legs twitching. Your chest heaves and you blink up at the ceiling, withdrawing your hand from between your legs. Very awkwardly, you manage balance your phone enough in your slung hand to take a photo, the flash illuminating the mess between your thighs, the gleam of your own spend on your fingers. Before you can let embarrassment get a hold of you prematurely, you send the picture to Aizawa.

The result in instantaneous. He pulls a breath through his teeth. “God—fuck, look at you. So messy. God, I’m—” A choked-off moan, the breathiest noise you’ve ever heard from him as he cums. You lie there, warm all over, your skin singing as you listen to him fall apart on the other side of the phone. The speakers tickle your skin as you scrub a hand down your face.

After, you listen to his harsh panting breath. Then there’s a pocket of silence, the sort neither of you know how to break.

Finally, you cave. “...Feel better?”

“Don’t,” he mumbles. “This was… highly inappropriate.”

“Agreed.”

“I shouldn’t have called.”

“Probably not.”

There’s a pause. “...Is it fine? That I did?”

A smile touches your mouth. “Yeah, it is.”

He huffs. You picture him rubbing at his eyes, drawing the skin inward to pinch at the bridge of his nose. “Well, then… yes. I do feel better.”

“Get off work early sometime,” you murmur. “I get so bored around here. Could use the company.”

You’re not sure why, but you think he’s smiling. “I’ll clear my schedule.”

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[bloody-night]

Midnight sweats

Aizawa Shouta x reader

you and your husband finally have time together

nsfw

Aizawa was always in U.A. either grading papers or teaching, helping his students who only he could control best. You were a known hero around Japan, working everyday to maintain a reputation as you climbed to make it to the pro heroes.

You both never had time to be together, only once in a while you’d have a few minutes or sometimes an hour or more to spend time with your darling love. Paying Aizawa a visit with gifts or food, maybe also to chat and catch up.

Until recently you finally had a day off, paying a visit to your dear husband.

The dorms for Class 1-A were empty, the students were still with the pro heroes working by their side. The building was ominously quiet, that is until the sounds of the bed creaking and the headboard hitting the wall loudly could be heard throughout the building.

“Fuck…” Aizawa huffed loudly, his teeth biting his pillow, wetting it with drool, his hands gripping the sheets. Your thrusts weren’t helping him think, that way your hips snapped onto his, his ass recoiling from the way you thrusted so roughly inside him.

“You love me fucking you like this?” You asked, chuckling breathlessly before continuing to fuck him in place. Your hand pushing his face onto the pillow, fingers gripping his long hair. Your other hand groping his ass, occasionally giving it a slap. Aizawa would let out a groan of pain, but immediately moan afterwards from your thrusting. The smacking of his cock hitting against his stomach as it leaked sticky pre-cum, it made him slightly embarrassed, though those thoughts were pushed back as you gave him a life time of a fucking.

His ass was up, back arched beautifully as you fucked him eagerly, hungry for him, hungry for his hole and warm insides. You groaned as you leaned down, hands moving to press down and lower your husbands’s ass, before holding his hips in place, keeping them still as you fucked him like your living and tight fleshlight. Your teeth latched onto his shoulder, before quickening your pace. Practically pounding him at this point. You behaved like a feral wolf, eager to fuck and breed Aizawa. It was well deserved after months without being together like this.

Your husband moved his head to the side, moaning loudly as your cock was thick and long enough to reach his sweet spot. Tears pricked his dry eyes, before squeezing them shut. “Fuck… keep fucking me, please..” He whispered desperately. His body covered in glistening sweat, seemingly glowing as the moonlight shone on him. He was so hungry for you, he missed you so much, he missed your touch, your gaze, especially your fat cock that fucked him dumb.

Aizawa whimpered as he felt you quicken your thrusts more, pounding his insides, literally reaching his guts and arranging them, making Shouta breathless with each thrust you gave him.

His face was red, drool escaping his lips and pupils blown from so much lust. You pulled away from him shoulder, leaving it bruised and drooled on, before grunting loudly. “‘M gonna fill you up so good, so fucking good you’ll remember about me everyday when you feel your ass leak with my cum.” You promised him, gripping his hips harder, earning a hiss from him.

Your thrusts were rough, before finally giving a final one, warm cum covering your husband’s walls. Shouta gasped before he himself also came, his dick spurting out ropes of milky cum, audible grunts coming out his throat. Aizawa whimpered as he felt you fill him up, also feeling your dick twitch inside him.

You huffed, both of you trying to regain your breathing, chests rising and lowering frantically. Aizawa sighed as he tried moving, before feeling you thrust again, starting out slow. “W-wait… you’re going again?” He asked, his eyes wide, staring at you through his hair.

“I told you I’m going to leave you full, you’re gonna bare my children, you’re going to be fucked dumb my love.” You whispered into his ear, earning a silent whimper from him.

Aizawa was screaming at this point, his voice pitch high as he cried. You weren’t letting go of his hips and you were frantic about breeding this man. “That’s it baby, scream all you want, tell everyone how good I’m fucking my husband.” You whispered, kissing his sweaty neck. Aizawa whimpered as he sobbed, tears streaming down his face as drool escaped past his lips. His own cock was red and swelled up from all the moments he came, it was still standing and releasing needy beads of pre cum.

You were practically sandwiching Shouta between the bed and you, your figure giving him so much warmth. Your cock pounded his insides, his hand feeling it poke through his skin, it was so overwhelming it made him tremble.

This was the ninth or tenth round, you were sure tired but this final load you were about to release was coming close. “I’m close baby, I’m close.” You whispered, latching your teeth onto his neck so tightly, afraid that if you let go you’ll lose him.

Your canines dug deep into Aizawa’s skin, it made him bleed a bit. Your husband groaned so eagerly, loving the stinging feeling you gave him as he felt your tongue lick his blood. He felt your hands arch his lower back, before drilling your cock into him one more time, loud moans of pleasure and pain left him throat, his hand gripping his pillow.

“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” He released a string of curses, before curling his toes and letting out a long and dragged out moan, releasing onto his already stained sheets. Shouta’s body shook as you continued, before not long after you finished inside him a final time. You panted as you stayed still, filling up your endearing husband, hearing him whimper quietly.

“That’s it baby, take in my kids, you’re gonna be a great husband for me, a holder of my kids, a vessel.” You whispered, keeping your dick in him before laying behind him, your hand feeling his tummy. “You will remember me better this way, when I’m gone for heroic reasons, you’ll have my cum as a reminder of what I’ll do to you when I’m free.” You whispered into his ear, earning a groan from him, before feeling you move his hair out of the way to make access of his neck, kissing and sucking on it.

“Thanks.. but you ruined my chance of walking for a couple of days..” He mumbled, panting quietly. “Oh please, you can take sick days.” You let out a chuckle, continuing to care for him. “Right… I hope they don’t worry about me.” He sarcastically said, rolling his eyes that you sensed without seeing him.

You both stayed silent, stayed still as you held him close to you, naked bodies pressed against each other as your cock was warm snuggled deep inside Aizawa.

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up, baby.” You whispered,

before hearing a faint snore.

[harukamitsuki]

I need Bakugou stans to realise that it's not that I hate him as a person. It's that I hate him as a character.

A lot of my favourite characters are unrepentant assholes, or assholes who are set to or have already been redeemed. Vegeta from DBZ, Ouma Kokichi from DGR: V3, Dio from JoJo, Laxus from Fairy Tail, Greed from FMA: B, Bill from Gravity Falls, and the list that goes on.

If a character is a terrible person, that's fine by me. But if the author tries and fails to redeem them, yet still acts as though they are suddenly this amazing person, that's when I have an issue with it.

Bakugou was originally written to be a minor antagonist, and that would have been fine, if Horikoshi didn't suddenly go "I drew him crying so imma fix him".

Redemption is such a complex yet simple thing to do. So when you try to do it and fail spectacularly, um, yeah, I do not enjoy that character or your writing.

That is my main issue with Bakugou. I do not think he deserved any redemption, not because he's a bad person, but because there is nothing to convince me that he could change.

He gets one scene where he goes, "boohoo I lost and everyone is stronger than me" then cries, and that's supposed to be enough for him to become a better person? That is nowhere near enough.

There was no moment that made me believe he genuinely regretted and took accountability for the abuse he put Izuku through in middle school.

"He changed!" That's not my issue. I don't care that he's changed. I care that I don't believe in it. If there was a plausible reason as to why he changed, then I would be fine with it. Maybe I'd even enjoy him!

The fact that he's changed doesn't mean shit if it's not believable.

"That was in middle school!" Okay. This one pisses me off the most. That was a year pre-canon? Oh, wow, I guess that's completely fine! It's not as if characters are the way they are based on their past. Oh, Itachi killed the Uchiha clan before canon! Okay, maybe comparing a massacre to bullying is a bit unfair. Still, just because it happened a year ago, it doesn't mean it never happened. It doesn't mean that he's changed considerably.

"Izuku doesn't have any lasting damage and forgave him!" And? Just because your friend forgives their bully, it doesn't mean you have to forgive them. And, again, I do not believe Bakugou's apology was good in anyway. He was trash-talking Izuku, blaming All Might for Izuku's behaviour, and didn't accept any culpability for what he did to him. He didn't tell anyone else what he did to Izuku. Also, if Izuku really didn't have any lasting damage from the bullying, then why did Bakugou's apology make him calm down? If he didn't care about the bullying, then why is he so relieved by the apology? BECAUSE HE WAS AFFECTED.

"Bakugou was being abused!" ... NO HE WASN'T!! Mitsuki is not abusive. Yes, she hit him round the back of his head. After he threatened her. Anyone with Asian parents can tell you that her hit does not hurt. Not only is it somewhat normal in Asian families, but it also doesn't hurt. We have no evidence that she is abusive. Horikoshi knows how to set up abusive families, as seen with the Todorokis. This not that. Either way, even if she was, being abused doesn't mean it's okay to abuse others. You can hurt without hurting others.

"It's the school and teacher's fault!" No, it's not. Part of the fault lies with them enabling him, but Bakugou is already fifteen when the series starts. His mother clearly doesn't agree with his attitude. The school is only partially to blame. Bakugou should have learned by himself what is right and what is not. In fact, he clearly does know considering he doesn't want any of that stuff on his records in case U.A. rejects him.

Again. I don't care if he's a terrible person. I care that he's a terrible character.

So the next time someone says that I'm stuck in Season One, take a moment and think about what you're saying. Bad people in fiction are entertaining. Bad characters are not.

[katsus-world]

I can’t sleep and all I can think about is katsuki and you making out, his hips rocking against yours. You can feel his erection through his pants. You hook your leg around his waist while the other one supports your body. His hand finding home around your throat and the other one around is gripping your thigh.

He loves the feeling in your throat pulsing, giving it a squeeze till the rough pads of his fingers are pulling down your shirt, twisting your nub before his hand is caressing your tit.

His lips are sucking on that sweet spot of your neck, biting softly then giving it a quick peck. Wonton moans slip passed your puffy lips. The feeling of his hard-on hitting your clothed clit had chills up your spine.

“Katsuki quit playing!” You pull at his hair, forcing him to look up at you. His vermilion eyes locking with yours. Eyes glistening with lust.

“Can’t fuck you here princess..” he was right, you didn’t exactly feel like getting fucked in a closet at U.A, even if this was your last year.

“Then stop turning me on!” You say harshly, no actual anger behind your words. Only frustration, sexual frustration.

He clicks his tongue, then his muscular arms pick you up. You wrap your legs around his waist instinctively. Pinning you against the door, his too, puffed up lips are back on yours. This time his hips snapping against your rough and fast. A groan erupting from his throat as his cock drags against you and the fabric of his pants. Pre-cum oozing from his tip. And he knew that he would have a wet spot right now, bleeding through his pants.

His hand covers your mouth while the other one is holding you up by your thigh. The feeling of your wet panties against his rock hard member had you going crazy.

Wanting- no needing him, head fuzzy with lust as you sang out, all your noise getting blocked his large hand. Eyes rolling to the back of your head with each thrust, with each suck from his lips on your neck.

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My insomnia is killing me but I had to get this little idea out. Sorry for not finishing it but if y’all want a part 2 I can write it when it’s not 12:40 in the morning! 🥹

Also not proof read so sorry abt that!

[my-rewrite-academia]

Arc 1: Pre-Entrance Exam

Yeah, the name is a work in process...

So, this will detail everything of importance that happened before the Entrance Exam.

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The first change we're made aware of is the fact that Izuku works out. The beginning scene would be the same, with Izuku defending a boy from Bakugou and his lackies. He will black out and the narrative would say 'Not all men are created equal'.

Then we cut to Izuku in the middle of working out. He's got muscle on him, like his form after Dagobah, and when he's done, Izuku further narrates his life. Diagnosed quirkless at the age of four, Bakugou going from mean to horrible, almost giving up on his dreams...

That is until Hisashi tells him about pre-quirk media. And, desperate to find some sort of figure he could relate to, Izuku takes it all in. He watches every anime, every movie, everu gameplay, reads every book that he can.

And in it he finds hope.

We're shown that he's been working out since he was eight, when he first got into pre-quirk media, and Hisashi had sent him a katana to fight with as a way to substitute a quirk.

However, even though he's strong and knows how to fight, even back then, it doesn't change his treatment.

Everything, (other than the fact that Izuku put more effort into his dream), is the same as canon. The teacher reveals that Izuku wants to go to U.A., Bakugou is somehow threatened by this and threatens Izuku, burns his notebook, and tells him to off himself.

Except, instead of only being hurt and not actually considering ending his life, Izuku think about it. He thinks about how easy it would be to fall on his katana, or leap from the roof. The only reason he doesn't is because he doesn't want to ruin Bakugou's chances at heroism, which he would if he went through with it.

Again, canon events happen. Sludge monster attacks and Izuku immediately takes back wanting to die because it felt awful. All Might saves him, tells him he can't become a hero and takes him off the roof. When All Might leaves, Izuku looks back at the roof and considers it once more.

Explosions distract him and he finds himself automatically walking towards the scene despite wanting to go home.

A la canon, he rushes in when he sees Bakugou's face. Not because he's Bakugou, but because he's a scared, dying child.

He runs in, and his analytical prowess is shown in a much better light, as well as his physical. He grabs a pen from his bag and shoves it into the Sludge Villain's eye, then uses his bag to move the sludge, freeing Bakugou's arm enough for izuku to grab and pull.

The heroes on scene actually do something. Death Arms runs in to protect the two of them, and Kamui Woods aims from further away. Izuku directs them to a victory, having Backdraft dillute the villain so he's easier to seperate, having Mount Lady shrink so she can fit inside the alley. Ordering Bakugou to blast off a hanging sign above the Sludge Villain, causing enough pain to the villain's eyes and teeth - the only solid parts - for him to be knocked out.

They're then rushed to the hospital, though Izuku is still scolded for being reckless, and Bakugou praised for being 'brave'. Bakugou tells Izuku to not look down on him, and Izuku snaps. He tells him that he is the only reason Bakugou is still alive.

All Might does not come.

-

Izuku decides that reacting to Bakugou's taunts only encouraged him, so he decides to start ignoring him completely, even when he's terrified.

To prepare further for the exam, he decides to clean Dagobah, after a news outlet shows a before and after image. He also requests help, because this isn't just for him. It's for the people.

There, he meets Kirishima and Ashido, where we see his quirk analysis skills, dissecting both of their quirks and preparing for hate, but recieving praise in stead. He still has not told them that he's quirkless.

During this time, there's a public scandal, leading to people wanting a hero, called 'Master of None: Jack', to have his licence revoked and be put behind bars. He's an example of a corrupt hero, who allowed and watched civillians die, most of them being mutants. He is revealed to have previously worked at U.A. before he was let go, so Nedzu makes a statement about it, promising to make sure they do not create any future heroes like him.

Inside U.A., Nedzu hosts a staff meeting, where he bans Aizawa from sleeping during class, and he cannot expel anyone without consulting Nedzu first. It's also revealed that Aizawa does not mark any 'expelled' students records, merely says they're expelled and invites them back into school a week later.

He also changes the entrance exam, which we'll discuss in a later post.

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So, to summarise:

Izuku works out and we're shown this

Bakugou is still a bully, even after Izuku saves him, and the suicide dare still happens

All Might tells Izuku he cannot become a hero, and does not approach him after the fights

Izuku directs the heroes to a victory, but is still told off for interfering while Bakugou is praised

Izuku starts cleaning Dagobah and meets Kirishima and Ashido through this

We get an example of a corrupt hero

Nedzu changed the entrance exam

[deusvervewrites]

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I was thinking more about this and im not sure how i want this to go:

Does the Mind Link part still exist or is it just a 'Part OfA boost' due to Energy Conversion?

Is it a slowly 'Everyone he Fuses with since the Fuse with Guardian Spirit experiment (probably done pre start of U.A)' joins in ...

If so does that mean the Hivemind can go beyond the usual Hivemind members , and Does It? I can see SOME instance arising

... Or is it still just a USJ freak Awakening

Does the Sentience of GS!OfA negate the permanence of HiveMind or just make it easier to occur

Does Polymerization make it so the whole Swapping Bodies and/or Quirks from HiveMind on a dime is harder , as Izuku (and i suppose GS!OfA) somewhat 'controls' who can

This also gives me the mental image of the collective essentially having to submit request forms. Im imagining Kaminari spamming wanting to fuse with Jiro cuz 'EAR TASER GUNS DUDE'

Would it make small fusions (whether within the collective , or trying on someone outside) impossible , everyone becoming 1 whenever its activated

Hell i can see all these being Au Aus of this combo like the Extraterrestial x QUIRKSIIINNNNSPPAAAAAACCEE post

what has been unleashed

[javiersprincess]

𝐓𝐇𝚬 𝚩𝚬𝐒𝐓 𝚶𝐅 𝐘𝚶𝐔, 𝐓𝐇𝚬 𝐑𝚬𝐒𝐓 𝚶𝐅 𝐘𝚶𝐔

tags:18+ minors dni, afab reader, vouyerism, dubcon, hinted mxm, doggystyle, m!masturbation, dacryphilia, hinted threesome, overstimulation - let me know if i missed something // @cordyce @sukunasstarlight this. this is what the devious aizawa fic was

synopsis:when indulged with a dirty little secret, you’d do anything to make your husband and your friend happy right?

In all the years you’ve been with Shouta you have never once seen him like this - kissing and nipping at your stuttering lips with a hunger you only caught whenyou two of you eloped right on the night of his graduation from U.A. Back then, with his shorter hair, Shouta had you on your back panting into your mouth as he muttered confessions of love meant only for you to hear. Now it seems history will repeat itself as he takes you from behind - the gold band around his ring finger glittering in the darkness of your shared room as it clutches over your own fist that crumples the sheets you washed that morning. Your bottoms - his old sweats from his third year sling low on your hips- are ripped off and abandoned along with the underwear you know he pocketed when you weren’t looking. He’s already pried one orgasm from you, your cunt is slick and soft from the pleasure that melted away your mind until all that’s left in your bones is your thought of him - and of the guest in the room next to yours.

It is not often that friends from both of your circles come to your Shouta's abode but when Hizashi called about not being able to make it to his own apartment neither you nor Shouta hesitate to open your door for the blonde. You’ve known Hizashi for as long as you’ve known your husband, which feels like a lifetime, so greet him with a bright smile and offer him some leftovers for dinner. 

You’re too busy smiling and talking about small, polite things that you don’t notice how he sputters and blushes each time you grace him with a smile from over your shoulder as you serve him. Too busy laughing at his retelling about an incident at his radio show you don’t notice how Shouta reclines against the walls of the kitchen with something burning in the coal of his eyes as Hizashi tries his best to keep making you laugh.

Hizashi has always thought of you to be the most beautiful when you are laughing, ever since your days at U.A.

Despite his best attempts to make you forget everything else - his fingers wet from your slick and his jaw sore from tongue fucking your cunt you still weakly try to tell him to be quiet. You are the prettiest when on his bed, surrounded by sheets that smell of him and you - heated by the hot lust in your veins that he is the cause of. Shouta keeps one rough hand over yours, a sweet gesture when plans to do terrible, dirty things to you as you tremble into the bed you two have christened in your love more than enough times.

“Shouta, please he’s going to hear us-” Whatever you are to say next dies upon your lips and all you can taste is hedonistic lust that weighs heavy on your tongue.

“Let him.” Your brain freezes at the same time as the head of his heavy cock pushes into the folds of your slick cunt and you double over from the fire that surges into the marrow of your bones. You're quiet and trembling - “what?” makes him groan as he heaves himself over you, his form dwarfing yours completely as the head of his cock is welcomed by the silk heat of your cunt, from the tip that drips with hot webs of pre to the base. His reward is the hitch in your breath, the trembling gasp you let out, and the soft crystals of tears that bead in your waterline.

“I said - Let him, let him hear how sweet you sound in bed,” Shouta mumbles into the feathered waves of your hair, his stumble rubbing against your neck. You shudder under him, from how his breath follows the same path down your neck as the bites he left and from how he slowly rocks into you. Shouta is thick, stirring your insides to the point you feel him in your chest with each thrust he gives you. It’s too much, the way he fucks you, the dirty secret he just gave you the insight to, and how if you focused enough you could hear other, softer trembling gasps from the room next door.

And, the all too familiar wet shucks of a cock being tugged that seem to echo in your mind more than the wet smacks of skin that fill the room you are in.

“Hizashi always thought you were pretty - ever since our first years. Always wanted you but you ended up mine instead.”Shouta pauses to press a kiss to a notable bruise upon your beck he left. Dark eyes that are trained to catch anything in the dark can see the trail he left up your body as clear as day. On the swell of your breasts, the delicate line of your collarbone, and up to where your neck bleeds into your shoulder he has mapped you like one would the wilderness, and his mouth still sings from where your sweetness melts onto his tongue.

Shouta may be a man of virtue and rationality, but even he needs to indulge in the sweetness of all different kinds.

“Shouta- “you begin to moan the way you do when he makes love to you but that isn’t what he wants right now. Your breath feels like it’s been sucked out of you when he takes his cock out of you, making sure to drag out your walls in a way that makes it press against each little spot inside your cunt that makes you cry and gush for him.

“No, you don’t say my name right now - you say his. We go at his pace and you cum when he cums.”  His hand that is clamped around yours has not left its place, squeezing the limb with a softness that betrays the almost cruel cat-and-mouse game he is playing with you. It reassures you, gives you the care you need to balance the harshness of his words and you repay him with a soft nod, swallowing around the lump in your throat that has appeared since he took away your pleasure with one swipe of his hips.

“Say it - you know what it is we want to hear.” Your lips tremble as the words are formed with your watery and thin voice. The syllables are familiar yet not, hot with a desperation that no walls no matter how thick could be blocked. You realize that the blonde could have heard it all from the moment you entered the room - Shouta had pinned you to the shared wall for a reason and the deceit makes your clit twitch more than you’d like to admit to.

“Yes…Hizashi, please make me cum.” You say the words that are hot like forged iron and the room burns with something you’ve never noticed but now you want the fire - from the outside and the inside to consume you entirely. Quietly you hear your friend’s quiet - “Yeah, yeah fuck - let her have it.”

You blink and Shouta is back inside you, cock thick and long and fucking you full like he’s experiencing you for the first time again. Even if you wanted to keep quiet you couldn’t - not when they have you like this. Every cry, gasp, and pant makes them in turn give you their own desperate and lewd noises - you hear the praise Hizashi gives you each time you moan his name like it’s the gospel, like he’s the one inside of you and not your husband of almost a decade.

“Fuck, fuck fuck - Sho how are earth are you fucking her to make em’ sound like that?” You hear Hizasahi pant, breathless as if your roles were switched. You try to ignore the flutter in your cunt at the idea and Shouta from above chuckles, his voice so deep you feel the bass of it in your chest and you whine. Hiding your face into the sheets, biting the soft material, and staining the fabric with the flattering cherry chapstick you wear at home.

“Slow - and deep. That’s how she likes it. Cries really pretty if I give it to her too fast.” He says, rattling off the things he has learned about you and you whine, face hot with pleasure cradled in humiliation. Helpless by how it grows from a whine to a keen from your husband’s seeking fingers settle on the bud on your clit and rub at the slick bundle of nerves. You are soon matched by Hizashi, who finds your noises to be addictive and finds it in any way to encourage you - “Fuck, fuck pretty thing he’s giving it to you good? You love your husband’s cock huh? Bet you’re really pretty on it too.”

“You like that? You like hearing our friend hear you getting fucked?” Shouta teases and you pant out a soft and whiny little affirmation. As your eyes squeeze shut you don’t see how Shouta grins, wide and in his jack - o - lantern way that you tease him for from time to time. Now is not one of those times, as you moan back your affirmation; yes, yes you like having your mutual friend of a decade hear you getting fucked within an inch of your life by your husband in your shared home and you wished he was here too.

Tears build in the long strokes of your eyelashes and you feel it - the band weaved from every dirty, depraved thing that has occurred in your home coming to its breaking point. Moans and whines that come not from your lips but from the room next over, your husband’s cock that buries itself inside of you as if he’s trying to mold you to him and him alone. All of it is too much, culminating in that you can’t bear the weight anymore, pleasure burns like gasoline lit a blaze and your choked-out whines let the men in your home and heart know you are at your end.

“I’m cumming - ’m gonna cum, oh!” Shouta moans from atop you, his hips still going at the pace Hizashi set from the beginning and he calls over, loud enough to be heard from between your own noise.

“Should I let her Hizashi?” His question is like rope frayed and worn, Shouta knows that he won’t last, and if you were more coherent you’d see he was just as easily played with as you were.

“Yeah - fuck man if she sounds like that give her anything she wants Shouta.” Your husband laughs, low and breathy from on high; all you can do is bite down onto the sheets when he fucks you hard and fast. Just as he said, you sob and tears fall down your cheeks as he uses the strength he’s grown from his career to fuck into you until you shatter on his cock. Your cum leaks and runs down him, following the lines of his veins until it drips down to the sheets. Your spin trembles beneath him, jumping at the heat of his cum when he finishes inside of you - like raw fire in your veins that makes you relax down into the sheets.

When the clicking of the door makes your head perk up - you realize how quiet it’s gotten, the only thing that can be heard is you and Shouta’s panting. This is why when the door clicks open, your weary eyes widen and you moan, cunt fluttering weakly when you meet eyes like emeralds. Shouta presses a kiss to your head, his deep voice rumblings in your ear,

“We’re not done yet - perk up, sweetheart .”

[winxanity-ii]

⌜Know No Evil | Chapter 08 Chapter 08 | conditioning the flame⌟

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The pre-dawn sky bled a pale orange over the ragged silhouettes of trees in the abandoned park. A cool mist clung to the ground, swirling around your feet as you finished a series of stretches.

Opposite you stood Bakugo, his explosive blonde hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. His ragged breaths echoed in the stillness, punctuated by the rhythmic pounding of his heart.

The previous hour had been relentless. You'd pushed him through a gauntlet of sprints through the woods, dodging fallen logs and leaping over rocky outcrops.

Now, you were sparring, your movements a blur as you danced around his explosive attacks.

A well-placed side-step brought you behind him, and you delivered a sharp kick to his back, sending him staggering forward. He stumbled, catching himself on a groan-worthy grunt.

You stood tall, arms crossed, a critical look on your face. "Faster than last week," you conceded, your voice devoid of praise.  "But it's not enough."  You crouched low, reaching up to brush a few damp strands of hair from his forehead.

Bakugo, leaned into your touch reflexively, exhaustion momentarily eclipsing his usual defiance. He grunted in response, a single, guttural sound that spoke volumes of his determination.

The start of a long summer of grueling training had begun—another step on the path you'd meticulously crafted for him.

He was your pawn, yes, but a powerful one nonetheless.

You smirked, the feeling hidden beneath your neutral expression.

This relentless drive, this insatiable hunger for power—you had nurtured it, fueled it.

He may have thought he was training to become a hero, but you were shaping him into something far more... valuable.

And when the game truly began, you'd be the one pulling the strings.

You rose, pulling back your hand. "Push harder," you murmured, your voice soft but laced with an underlying challenge. "The entrance exam won't wait for you to catch your breath."

A spark ignited in Bakugo's red eyes, mirroring the glint of ambition in your own. He straightened, his stance unwavering despite his fatigue. "I don't need your pity," he snarled, his voice hoarse but firm.

You chuckled, a low, chilling sound. "Pity? This," you gestured around at the desolate landscape bathed in the faint light of dawn, "is opportunity. Seize it.  Show them all what you're truly capable of."

The fiery spirit you'd helped cultivate flickered back to life in his eyes. Though his body screamed for rest, his pride wouldn't allow him to yield. "I said. I don't need your pity," he snarled, his voice hoarse but firm. A vein pulsed in his temple, a testament to his simmering frustration and unwavering resolve.

You weren't surprised by his defiance. In fact, it fueled your hidden agenda.

A sly smile played on your lips, hidden beneath your neutral expression. "Suit yourself," you said, your voice flat.  "But remember, U.A. won't accept weakness."

With that, you allowed him a few precious seconds of reprieve, letting him savor the fleeting comfort of lying sprawled on the cool grass.

Just as he started to sink into a semblance of rest, you clapped your hands once, the sharp sound echoing through the silent woods.  "Alright, that's enough rest," you declared, your voice leaving no room for argument.

Before he could protest, you sprang forward with surprising agility and landed crouched on his back. The sudden weight jolted him, and a surprised grunt escaped his lips. He twisted his head to glare at you, but you simply grinned, your eyes gleaming with an almost predatory glint.

"Time for push-ups," you announced, your voice laced with a playful challenge.  "Fifty, and make them count."

Bakugo's jaw clenched, and a low growl rumbled in his throat. He hated the way you manipulated him, the way you pushed him to his limits under the guise of friendly competition.

But deep down, a twisted sense of gratitude simmered.

You were the only one who truly understood his relentless drive, the only one who pushed him to become stronger.

With a frustrated groan, he began the push-ups.  His muscles screamed in protest, his arms shaking with fatigue. But he wouldn't give in, not in front of you.

One by one, he knocked out the push-ups, his teeth gritted tight in determination.

You counted silently, your gaze fixed on the rippling muscles beneath you. Each push-up was a testament to his strength, his potential.

And you, the puppeteer in the shadows, would ensure he reached his full potential—on your terms.

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The relentless sun dipped towards the horizon, painting the desolate park in warm hues of orange and red. The air hung heavy with the sounds of exhaustion.

Bakugo, sprawled on the grass, gulped down water from his bottle, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Every muscle in his body screamed in protest, the remnants of your grueling training session clinging to him like a second skin.

Across from him, you leaned casually against a gnarled tree trunk, a stark contrast to his state. A light sheen glistened on your brow, a testament to the exertion, but nowhere near the fatigue gripping Bakugo.

The skills you honed in your past life as Makima, slowly bleeding into this one, granted you an exceptional level of physical prowess. You were a master combatant, adept at hand-to-hand combat without relying on weapons or pawns.

Bakugo watched you from beneath hooded eyelids, his gaze lingering on your profile.  An unfamiliar heat bloomed in his chest, a feeling he couldn't quite place.

Infatuation.

The word hung heavy in the unspoken space between you, a bizarre notion considering the constant verbal sparring and grueling training sessions you subjected him to. Yet, there you were, somehow occupying every corner of his mind.

He frowned, a bewildered scowl twisting his features.

It was illogical, this strange pull towards you.

Unaware of the turmoil brewing within him, you were already strategizing for the upcoming week. Thoughts of new training regimens, targeted exercises, and grueling challenges danced in your mind.

You needed him to be honed to perfection, a weapon waiting to be unleashed on the world.

As the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, plunging the park into twilight, you finally met his gaze.

A cold glint flickered in your eyes, a stark contrast to the concern you so often feigned. "Ready for round two tomorrow?" you asked, your voice a low murmur that sent shivers down his spine.

He met your gaze with a defiant snarl, the remnants of his earlier admiration replaced by his usual fiery spirit. "Always," he growled, the words laced with a challenge that masked the strange flutter in his chest.

Standing up, you brushed imaginary dust off your clothes, ready to head home. "Alright then, be here at exactly 5:30 AM sharp," you declared, already turning to leave.

Just as you were about to take a step forward, a hesitant voice stopped you. "Hey," Bakugo mumbled, the word barely audible. He looked away, avoiding eye contact, a rare display of bashfulness from the usually explosive boy.

You paused, raising an eyebrow in question. "Yes?" you called out, turning your head to face him.

He remained stubbornly focused on the ground, kicking at a pebble with a scuffed shoe. Finally, he muttered out, "How come you aren't applying to U.A.? We both know you're more than strong enough to make it."

His words caught you off guard for a moment. A flicker of surprise crossed your features before you quickly schooled your expression. You took in his question, the concern laced beneath the bluster.

Was he... worried about you?

A slow smirk played on your lips, a sly glint in your yellow eyes that seemed to catch the dying light of the sun.  "Kacchan~" you purred, your voice dripping with a sweetness that sent a shiver down his spine. You sauntered back towards him, each step deliberate and calculated. "Are you asking me to accompany you to the prestigious, U.A. high?"

He flinched slightly at the nickname, his face burning a fiery red that rivaled the fading sunset. "Whatever," he scoffed, turning his head away in a vain attempt to hide his blush. "Do what you want, it was just a suggestion."

You stopped right in front of him, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his flushed skin. You tilted your head, batting your eyelashes at him in a way that would seem innocent to anyone else. But for Bakugo, who knew the depths of your power, it was a blatant display of manipulation.

"Well, truthfully, I wasn't planning on attending UA. Too much work, you know," you drawled, your voice a husky whisper. You trailed a hand up his chest, your touch sending a jolt through him. Reaching his chin, you gently tilted his head up, forcing him to meet your gaze. "But since you're such a good puppy," you continued, your voice smooth as silk, "I guess I can come."

The implication hung heavy in the air. You weren't just considering U.A.—you were doing it for him.

A strange mix of emotions flickered across Bakugo's face: surprise, a hint of something akin to gratitude, and a flicker of... possessiveness?

He opened his mouth to retort, but no words came out.

The silence stretched for a beat. Bakugo seemed frozen, caught between the flustered blush creeping up his neck and the urge to lash out with a defiant snarl. His mind, usually a whirlwind of explosive pronouncements, seemed to have malfunctioned under your touch and the unexpected turn of events.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a scowl etched its way back onto his face.  It was a weak attempt at regaining control, a facade that crumbled under scrutiny. He weakly moved his face away from your hold, the blush reaching the tips of his fiery red ears.  "'M not a puppy," he mumbled, the defiance in his voice barely a whisper.

But even through the scowl and the mumbled denial, you could see a flicker of relief dancing in his crimson eyes.

The confirmation that you'd attend U.A. with him, a decision you'd framed as a favor to him, seemed to ease a tension you hadn't even realized existed.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips, the sound laced with amusement. You knew exactly how to manipulate him—how to exploit his volatile emotions to get what you wanted.

But for now, you were content to let him bask in the illusion of control.

"Alright, alright, Katsuki," you said, your voice playful. You reached out and ruffled his hair with a gentle touch, a gesture that would have sent shivers down anyone else's spine.

For Bakugo, though, it was a confusing mix of irritation and a strange sense of... comfort?

"We'll head to U.A. together then," you continued, your voice a smooth purr. "Just you, me, and the rest of those wannabe heroes."

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The rhythmic scrape of cutlery against ceramic plates filled the air, the only sound breaking the tense silence that had settled over the dinner table. It was a rare night that your father managed to escape the clutches of work and share a meal with the family.

Your mother had gone all out, preparing his favorite meatloaf.

Despite her best efforts to spark conversation, the dinner table remained an island of awkwardness. Wino devoured his food in silence, his usual gruff demeanor amplified by fatigue. You picked at your own plate, lost in your thoughts.

The grueling morning workout with Bakugo still left a pleasant ache in your muscles, a stark contrast to the dull ache of boredom gnawing at your soul.

Deciding to take pity on your mother, you cleared your throat. "Hey," you announced, "I decided to I'm going to U.A."

A wave of relief washed over Mei's face, her eyes widening with delight. A bright smile bloomed on her lips, instantly chasing away the gloom that had settled earlier. "Oh, sweetie! That's wonderful news!" she exclaimed, her voice thick with emotion. Tears welled up in her eyes as she reached across the table to squeeze your hand.  "I'm so proud of you!"

Turning to your father, she beamed expectantly. "Winnie! Aren't you going to congratulate your daughter?"

Wino, however, remained unmoved. He paused in mid-chew, raising his head from his plate to meet your gaze.

For a tense few seconds, your eyes, a startling yellow, locked with his bright green ones. A storm of unspoken emotions crackled in the air.

Finally, Wino spoke, his voice devoid of warmth. "How could I?" he said, his tone flat. "The kid's never shown any interest in being a hero before. What changed now?"

Your mother gasped, a look of hurt flickering across her face. "Wino!" she scolded, launching into a familiar tirade about the importance of encouragement and how negativity could shatter confidence.

You tuned out her rant, already anticipating your father's response. He wasn't lying. You had never harbored any real desire to be a hero.

The hero business, with its constant scrutiny and fickle public opinion, held no appeal. The childhood days of dressing up as heroes were long gone, replaced by the harsh realities of your true nature.

But then you remembered the glint in Bakugo's eyes when you'd mentioned attending U.A. A warmth spread through your chest, a subtle change brought on by your peculiar connection to the explosive boy.

You weren't averse to indulging your "puppy's" wishes from time to time.

Besides, you mused, spearing a piece of meatloaf; who knew? Maybe U.A. would be a welcome distraction, a chance to shake off the boredom that had become a constant companion.

A slow smirk played on your lips. This unexpected turn of events might just prove to be entertaining.

A/N: WHO READY TO GET TO THE MAIN STORYLINE AND COLLECT A HAREM OF SIMPS!?!

[tabbyrocks]

It's pretty telling that a lot of Bakudeku fics are set in AUs featuring at least one item off this list:

Midoriya always had a quirk (so therefore no quirkless discrimination)

Bakugou never bullied Midoriya

Inko is abusive/neglectful...for some reason & Bakugou is protective...for some reason

Hisashi is in the picture but he's abusive & Bakugou is protective...for some reason

Class 1-A or Dekusquad are assholes & Bakugou isn't...for some reason

Midoriya & Bakugou didn't meet until U.A. (so Bakugou never knew he was quirkless, etc...)

Midoriya never went to U.A. (usually involves pro hero Bakugou and civilian Midoriya)

Quirks never existed

I could go on.

The point is, a lot of Bakudeku fics either completely change their pre-canon dynamic, drag others down to build Bakugou up (to the point where it's massively OOC), or they make it so Bakugou got everything he wanted while Midoriya never got the chance.

The mha fandom has always tried to sugar coat Bakugo's actions. it been thing they do for ages. like, they know what he did was bad. they know that it hurt Izuku. but instead of just finding something healthier to ship they twist around his story to make Bakugo's abuse towards Izuku more "valid". Like claiming his mother abused him as a child or other things like that, when in reality its canon that he was spoiled as a child, and the only reason he acts how he does is because he's just a bad person. or they just completely change his character or his background. it's almost like the subconsciously know their ship is odd.

[bloody-bee-tea]

Beetober 2024 Day 2 - Shake

Hitoshi stares at his phone. It’s late, so much later than it should be considering he’s a student and only fifteen, but it’s not his fault Present Mic’s show runs so late. And besides, it’s only once a week, and one night is hardly enough to explain the bags under his eyes anyway.

It’s not as if Hitoshi normally sleeps, so it doesn’t matter if he stays awake for this or not.

He just—

Hitoshi needs to call once the caller segment goes up, because he has done so for almost a year now and it’s the only way he knows how to try and get help.

Sure, Aizawa is teaching him after school more days than not, but he’s gruff and short with Hitoshi and he has never offered more than training. Of course he told Hitoshi to come to him with anything, but he kind of has to. He’s a teacher.

Hitoshi has overheard some of the Class 1A students talking about how Aizawa gave them his phone number in case of emergencies, and since he didn’t do the same with Hitoshi that must mean that he doesn’t quite consider Hitoshi a student of his yet, and that’s fine.

It’s totally okay.

It only means that Hitoshi can’t call him, now that he’s safely tucked away in his room, his side stinging with every breath he takes, his stomach churning with hunger and his wrist hurting enough to almost make him fumble the phone.

It’s totally fine.

And Mic-sensei, he’s teaching the entire school, not just one class like Aizawa, so he hardly has the time to care for individual students, which is fine and all, but Present Mic—he always says that no matter what, people can call in for his radio show and he’ll do his best to help them.

That’s an offer that’s open to Hitoshi as well, and has been since even before he attended U.A. It’s just—random, who gets put through to Present Mic and so far Hitoshi didn’t have much luck with that.

It’s been a year of calling weekly and not once has he been put through which might just be a sign from the universe that Hitoshi doesn’t deserve any help but he refuses to believe it. Maybe someone else needs the help more, Hitoshi always reminds himself when another week passes where no one picked up his call and then he tries again next week.

He has to try again, always, because if he doesn’t—

Hitoshi can’t give up. Not yet. But he also can’t ask his teachers for help because they didn’t sign up for any of this bullshit and so this is the only thing he can do.

And so he calls a number he by now knows by heart and then waits. And waits and waits and waits.

He has ‘Put your hands up’ running lowly in the background, listens to Present Mic talking to caller after caller and he very much tries not to be bitter when it’s all just so inane.

There are people with real problems out there besides what colour to buy your couch in. Hitoshi sometimes wonders how Present Mic even has the patience to deal with all of this, but he can’t dwell on that for too long because suddenly, there’s a click in the line.

“Welcome, listener, you’ll be the next in line, so get your question ready!” a clearly pre-recorded message from Present Mic sounds in his ears and for a split second Hitoshi forgets how to breathe.

This has never happened before. He has never gotten so far.

This is it.

He just has to tell Present Mic that things are not alright at home, that he’s tired and scared and hurt and that he needs help and Present Mic will deal with it.

Hitoshi knows because sometimes there are callers like him, people who are desperate and without any kind of hope left and Present Mic takes them off air while he talks to them and he promises that he always, always helps.

He has to help Hitoshi as well.

“What’s up, listener? You’re on air, so what’s the topic for today?” Present Mic’s voice suddenly rings in his ear, slightly layered by the radio still playing, and there’s a beat of silence before Hitoshi bursts into tears.

It’s not quite what he had planned, but when the radio switches to a music segment and Present Mic hums lowly in his ear, he guesses this is one way to get across that he’s in dire need of help.

“It’s okay, listener, it’s alright. I’ve got you. What’s going on, how can I help?” He sounds genuine in his wish to help and Hitoshi has waited so long for someone to say that to him, it only makes him cry harder.

“Okay, you get it all out, no problem, we have time, but just—are you in any immediate danger?” Present Mic asks, his voice urgent and still perfectly audible even over Hitoshi’s sobs and it’s enough to prompt him to answer.

“No,” he gasps out and he hears Present Mic letting out a long breath.

“Alright, that’s good then. Think you can tell me a little bit about what’s going on with you?”

“It’s—Mic-sensei, it’s me. Shinsou Hitoshi,” he manages to get out and he hears how Present Mic sucks in a surprised breath.

“Shinsou? What’s going on, kiddo, what’s happening?”

“It’s just—I’m so tired,” Hitoshi sobs out, burying his face in his knees and he knows this is such a dangerous thing to say, knows the implications of it, but he’s just—he’s tired.

“Shinsou, can you take a deep breath for me?” Present Mic asks him and he must be doing some exaggerated breaths on his end because his breathing is all Hitoshi can hear for a moment.

It’s hard to match his breath to it, still, but he somehow manages it enough to get a semblance of control back.

“That’s it, you’re doing great. Shinsou, what do you mean when you say you’re tired? Where are you?”

“In my room,” Hitoshi starts with because there’s a frazzled edge to Present Mic’s question, as if he’s imagining Hitoshi on a roof or something and it’s not that bad. Not quite, not yet.

“And are you safe there?” Present Mic asks next and that makes Hitoshi huff out a weak laugh.

“At the moment, yeah. My foster father is asleep,” he mutters, closing his eyes and pressing the heel of a hand against his face.

“Does his current status often go hand in hand with how safe you are?” Present Mic carefully asks and Hitoshi presses his phone closer to his ear, wanting to drown in the worry he can hear in his voice.

“Yeah,” he admits because this is why he called, this is why he’s doing this at all and he needs Present Mic to know. “It’s not good here.”

“Are you hurt, kiddo?” Present Mic softly asks and new tears fill Hitoshi’s eyes.

“When am I ever not?” he whispers, and instantly feels bad when Present Mic bites back a noise. “Bruised ribs and wrist. I’ve had worse.”

“That’s a very concerning thing to say, kiddo,” Present Mic mutters. “You said foster father, right?”

“Yes?”

“Okay. Okay, Shin—Hitoshi, I’m going to come get you out of there, alright? I have a foster license, and my husband does as well, and as pro heroes we can take you in under the Emergency Foster Protocol.”

There’s a ringing in Hitoshi’s ears that doesn’t quite make sense and he must lose a little bit of time because the next thing he knows is Present Mic urgently calling his name.

“Hitoshi? Hitoshi, kiddo, are you there? Talk to me!”

“I’m here,” he faintly says, because where would he even go, but it takes a while to blink everything back into focus.

“Are you with me?”

“Yes.”

“Did you hear what I said?” Present Mic wants to know and Hitoshi shakes his head before he remembers to use his voice.

“No. No, I’m sorry, I—” Panic grabs him, because what if this is enough to make Present Mic angry? Hitoshi called him and cried all over his radio show and now he’s not even listening to him.

“Breathe, kiddo, you’re doing so well,” Present Mic soothingly says and this time Hitoshi calms down much quicker than before. “If I remember correctly, you’re not living in Musutafu, right?”

“No, I don’t,” Hitoshi mutters and Present Mic hums. “Still in Shizuoka Prefecture but just—a more rural area.”

It has made it harder, on nights his foster father locks him outside of the house because in the city there would at least be places for him to go. But of course nothing in Hitoshi’s life is ever easy.

“Okay, that’s alright. It might take me a while to get there, though. Can you give me your address?” Hitoshi rattles it off and he hears Present Mic writing it down before he makes an unhappy noise. “It’ll take me at least forty minutes to get to you but Shouta is patrolling your area tonight. He can be there in twenty, maybe less.”

Hitoshi has never heard of a hero with that name and his confusion must be evident even over the phone.

“Sorry, Aizawa. He can get you in half the time it would take me.”

It’s a sensible offer, Hitoshi is distantly aware of that, but the thought of Aizawa saving him from this makes Hitoshi suck in a harsh breath. Whenever Hitoshi fantasised about being saved, about a hero coming to get him, it’s always been Present Mic, with a volatile voice quirk, deemed dangerous,  just like him.

It can’t be Eraserhead, it can't be Aizawa. It just can’t be.

“No, no, please—” Hitoshi gasps out, his tears stealing away most of his voice but he forces himself to go on. “It has to be you.”

“Okay, kiddo, okay. I’ve got you.”

~*~*~

Hizashi helplessly listens to Hitoshi cry over the phone even as he sends off his address to Shouta’s phone with a curt Go. Now. accompanying it.

He knows Shouta will have questions, but those will have to wait for a moment, because Hitoshi is still crying.

“I will come to get you,” he promises him, because there is no doubt about that, it’s just that forty minutes are incredibly long and Hitoshi has admitted to only being safe because his foster father is asleep.

Who knows what’s going to happen should he wake up.

“But kiddo, I can’t stay on the phone with you while I drive and I don’t feel good leaving you on your own. So here’s the deal, okay? You with me?”

“I’m with you,” comes the shaky reply and Hizashi huffs out a harsh breath.

“I’m going to patch you through to Aizawa.”

A new sob filters through the line and Hizashi quickly goes on.

“He will ask if you’re safe and you will answer him honestly. He won’t talk to you if you don’t want that, but you’ve got to stay on the line, do you understand?”

“I do,” Hitoshi gives back, though he doesn’t sound too happy about it.

“If you think, at any point, that you are no longer safe, I want you to promise me that you’ll tell him. He’ll still be closer, probably, so it’s important that he knows.”

He’ll definitely be closer, because Shouta is already halfway there anyway and he’s going to circle the perimeter no matter what, but Hitoshi doesn’t need to know that right now. For some reason it had almost sent him straight into a panic attack when Hizashi told him that Aizawa would come for him, so this is not something he’s going to bring up again.

“Can you do that, Hitoshi?” Hizashi asks and holds up a finger to his intern when she’s about to patch Hitoshi through to his personal cell phone.

“I think so,” Hitoshi gives back and it’s not quite the decisive answer Hizashi would have liked, but it will have to do for now.

“Alright. I’ll call Aizawa and then I’ll patch you right through to him, so don’t go anywhere.”

“Okay,” Hitoshi mutters and Hizashi almost feels bad when he mutes the call with him, but he has to talk to Shouta.

He picks up after the first ring.

“What’s happening?” he asks and Hizashi can hear the wind whip past in the background because of course Shouta is already on his way.

“It’s Shinsou,” Hizashi says. “He’s not safe at home, his foster father is abusing him. It’s his address, but Shou, he doesn’t want you there. I’m on my way, but you’re closer.”

“What the hell is happening?” Shouta mutters under his breath and Hizashi wonders the same.

How could they have ever missed this?

“I’m not sure but we have to get him. I told him we’d take him in under the Emergency Foster Protocol.”

“Of course we will,” Shouta immediately snaps out and Hizashi vows to kiss him real good when they get a moment to himself eventually.

“Don’t go in, don’t engage. I’m going to patch him through to you, but I don’t think he wants to talk. I told him you’ll ask if he’s safe and then leave it at that, if he doesn’t initiate conversation. He promised to tell you if his current status changes, though.”

“Fuck. Is he hurt?”

“He claims bruises but I don’t know, Shou,” Hizashi admits because this entire Situation is not inspiring hope in Hizashi.

“Okay. Patch him through and then get going. I’ll stay around his house, out of sight. I’m good at that.”

“You are. Alright, see you soon,” Hizashi says and then goes back to Hitoshi’s line.

“Kiddo, are you there?”

“I’m here,” is the quiet answer he gets and Hizashi goes cold because what reason could he have to whisper now?

“Are you still safe?” Hizashi forces himself to ask and he holds his breath until Hitoshi’s answer comes through.

“Yes, just—tired,” Hitoshi repeats again and Hizashi closes his eyes.

He sounds like it, too, and Hizashi knows that he’ll have nightmares about the kid standing on a ledge for a while.

“You can sleep soon. I called Aizawa, and I’ll patch you through now. I’ll be there in forty minutes or less.”

“Don’t speed, I hardly qualify as an emergency,” Hitoshi mumbles, faint traces of humor in his voice and Hizashi has to bite back against the vibrations of his quirk for a moment.

“Of course this is an emergency, kiddo. I’m coming to get you now, okay?” he softly asks once he’s sure his voice will hold and when Hitoshi hums he puts him through to Shouta’s phone before he darts out of the radio station, trusting his interns to finish the show for him.

It wouldn’t be the first time and it’s likely not going to be the last and Hizashi really has more pressing things to think about.

Hizashi pushes his car as fast as he dares to, and his hands shake and shake and shake no matter how tight he grips his wheel. He hates abuse cases because they always just hit too close to home and to think that one of his kids is going through something like this is almost unbearable.

He should have noticed. They should have all noticed, Hitoshi ticks all the boxes, now that he thinks about it. In foster care, voice activated mental quirk, always real quiet in class, never asking questions. Shouta even mentioned some slow healing injuries he was never quite sure were from training and they still missed this.

They all failed him.

The windows of his car start to rattle slightly and Hizashi notices with a start that he’s humming his quirk all this time. He grits his teeth and cuts it off because if all of his windows shatter it will delay his arrival at Hitoshi’s place and that is unacceptable.

He can be angry at himself later; right now the kid needs him and Hizashi will make sure to be there for him.

It takes him twenty-nine minutes to arrive at the address Hitoshi gave him and Hizashi knows that Shouta will have his head for driving like this, but it doesn’t matter.

What matters is that they get Hitoshi out as soon as possible.

Shouta drops down from a nearby house before Hizashi even parks the car and he does nothing but thrust his hand in his face, basically stabbing him with the phone, which Hizashi immediately takes.

“Hey, kiddo, you still there?” Hizashi asks and he hears Hitoshi flail at the other end, so maybe he fell into a light doze.

“I’m here,” is the slurred answer he gets and new worry settles in his stomach.

“Is that a sleep slur I hear or have you been hit in the head?” he carefully asks and feels Shouta tense next to him.

“I—don’t know,” Hitoshi answers. “Might have hit my head once going down, not sure.”

Fuck, they are looking at a possible concussion then, too.

“Alright, we’ll get it all checked out once you’re out of there. Do you want me to come in or are you going to come out?” Hizashi asks, turning his gaze towards the dark house.

It would probably be best if Hitoshi came out, just so they can all avoid waking his foster father but Hizashi is not gonna lie and pretend that socking him in the face wouldn’t feel real good right about now.

“This is still Aizawa’s phone,” Hitoshi mutters over some rustling and Hizashi briefly glances over at Shouta.

“Yeah, it is, kiddo. He’s been here to make sure nothing more happens until I arrive. He’s been keeping an eye and ear out for you."

“He cares?” Hitoshi asks and the naked hope is almost too much for Hizashi.

“Of course he cares, Hitoshi. Of course he does. Remember the husband I mentioned? That’s him and he was immediately on board when I told him we’re taking you in. There was no question about it.”

“You—still want to do that?”

“Yes, we do.” There’s a disbelieving pause on the other line. “You want to hear him say it, too?”

“Please,” Hitoshi breathes out and Hizashi hands the phone back over to Shouta.

“Kid, of course I care. There is no question that you’re going to stay with us, even past the emergency fostering,” Shouta says without missing a beat and Hizashi reaches out to squeeze his hand once.

He can’t quite hear what Hitoshi is saying on the other end but Shouta nods.

“I’ll stay at the car but Hizashi is waiting for you at the front door,” he says and immediately Hizashi jogs off, covers the short distance to the door, anxiously waiting for Hitoshi to come out.

He hears Shouta’s voice rumble behind him even though the words don’t quite make it to him but he’s glad that Hitoshi has Shouta at the moment. Hizashi trusts Shouta to yell should something go wrong while Hitoshi makes his way over, but he stays calm and composed so Hizashi guesses the foster father must not be a light sleeper.

Or Hitoshi is just that quiet.

It’s just another minute or two until the door opens and Hizashi reaches for Hitoshi before he can even consciously think about it, which could have been bad, Hizashi is distantly aware of that, but the moment Hitoshi sees him, new tears stream down his face and he stumbles into Hizashi’s arms.

“I’ve got you, kiddo, you’re safe now,” he mutters as he presses Hitoshi to his chest, simply holding him and thanking all the deities that nothing worse happened to him today. “Let’s get you out of here, okay?” he whispers after a moment and Hitoshi nods, though he doesn’t quite let go of Hizashi, as if he’s afraid that he’s going to slip through his fingers at any moment.

“I’m here, I’m not going anywhere,” Hizashi promises him, but he doesn’t make him let go, because in all honesty, he feels better like this, too.

They make their way back over to the car where Shouta is just pocketing Hizashi’s phone and Shouta quickly scans Hitoshi head to toe before his face goes all soft.

“Hey, kid,” he softly says and Hizashi feels Hitoshi shudder. “Let’s go home, alright?”

Hitoshi trembles some more, right until Shouta holds an arm out for him.

“Come here, kid,” he offers and Hitoshi stumbles forward, crushing into Shouta’s chest much like he did to Hizashi mere moments earlier, but he doesn’t quite let go of Hizashi’s hand as he does so.

“We’re here, you’re safe,” Shouta promises him just like Hizashi did and it makes Hitoshi sob.

Shouta holds him tighter for a moment, catching Hizashi’s gaze over his head.

“I informed Recovery Girl,” he mouths at him and Hizashi nods.

Concussions are not to be taken lightly, and he feels better knowing she’s coming over to check Hitoshi out tonight.

“You ready to go, kiddo?” Hizashi asks after a moment, squeezing Hitoshi’s hand, who shakily entangles himself from Shouta’s embrace.

“I am,” Hitoshi roughly says, wiping his face with his sleeve but he still doesn’t let go of Hizashi’s hand.

“Shou, you’re driving today, destroy the paint job and you’ll be sleeping on the couch for a week,” he threatens as he drags Hitoshi to the back seats because it’s clear he’s not going to let go of him any time soon.

“That’s a punishment for you, because I do that more nights than not anyway and it always brings you out as well, since you hate sleeping alone,” Shouta shoots right back, clearly taking up on Hizashi’s attempt to lighten the mood. “And it’s always you waking up with a crick in your neck.”

“Because you keep falling asleep on me in the most horrible positions,” Hizashi complaints as he slides in next to Hitoshi, buckling them both in, before he leans closer, whispering conspiratorially to Hitoshi. “He’s like a cat, and cat rules sadly apply to him, meaning you don’t move when he sleeps on you.”

It makes Hitoshi huff out a faint laugh and the tears finally stop falling, which is all Hizashi really wanted, so he counts it as a win.

“You’ll see, he’ll fall asleep on your lap too eventually and then it’s no longer funny,” Hizashi promises him because there is no way in hell that they are ever letting go of Hitoshi now that they have him and so he’ll come into the dubious pleasure of being Shouta’s pillow, too.

His words are enough to make Hitoshi’s eyes go big with uncertainty and Hizashi moves into the middle seat, just to be able to tuck him back into his arms, even as he keeps half an eye on Shouta and his poor attempts to drive.

“I’ll stay long enough for that to happen?” Hitoshi whispers, as if he’s afraid of Shouta to hear but Hizashi immediately nods.

“You’ll stay forever, if we get a say about it,” he promises him, because they will not let Hitoshi go back into the system that so clearly already failed him. “You’ll stay with us now.”

This time Hizashi kind of expects it when Hitoshi bursts into tears again and he wonders just how long the kid has bottled all of this up. He fears it’s longer than he really wants to think about.

But that is a conversation for way, way later; for now, Hitoshi is as safe and sound as he can be, all things considered and he’ll be even better once Chiyo worked her magic on him.

And then Hizashi and Shouta will make sure to give him the home and family Hitoshi deserve.

[come-away-with-me87]

The Art of Love Chapter 2

Chapter 1 here

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Today, you were getting a new student. Her file said that her name was Eri; odd, she had no last name. Her file also stated that she has been through extremely traumatic events for the majority of her life. You teared up reading her file. For a seven-year old girl's life to be nothing but traumatic was heartbreaking. You were already looking forward to being of help in the healing process of young Eri.

As if she was reading your mind at that moment, the young girl you assumed to be Eri came into your classroom holding the hand of a tall, blonde young man. You looked down at her; she was quite a striking little girl. She had pale bluish-white hair, bright red eyes, and had a small horn sticking out of the right side of her forehead. You assumed that had something to do with her Quirk, which was called Rewind, according to her file. Her file didn't go into detail of her Quirk, but that didn't matter to you; many of your students had their own unique Quirks.

You then looked up at the young man whose hand she was still holding, and introduced yourself to both of them as Miss L/N. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss L/N. My name is Mirio Togata. I'm a student at the U.A., and I help look over little Eri here." You smiled over at him; you got the aura from him that he was a kind soul. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mirio." You then took the opportunity to crouch down to be at Eri's eye-level, to which she hid behind Mirio.

"Sorry about that, she gets a little shy in new settings," Mirio explained. You warmly smiled at Eri, saying "don't worry, Eri, you're in a safe space here, I promise." You then put your hand out to her to see if she would take it. She looked up at Mirio as if she was asking for permission, and he smiled at her, telling her it was okay. Eri gave you a small smile, and put her little hand in yours. You gently grasped her hand, and asked her "would you like to see where you'll be sitting?" She nodded her head in response. You took her over to her assigned seat, between two other girls who you thought she could potentially make friends with.

After getting Eri settled, you walked back over to Mirio, and gave him a smile, "thank you for bringing her in today. Will you be the one picking her up after school, as well?" Mirio replied, "ah, I will not, I was just asked to bring her here for her first morning. Her primary caretaker, Mr. Aizawa, will be the one you will typically see. He's a teacher at the U.A. He had an early training session with the first year students, which is why he asked me to bring Eri here today, but he will be the one picking her up after school ends today." "I see," you replied, "well, thank you for bringing her in. I'm very grateful to the U.A. for taking her under their wing."

You and Mirio bowed to one another, saying your goodbyes. On his way out, you saw Mirio give a small wave and smile to Eri, to which she smiled and waved in return. She was comfortable with that young man; that made you happy. That meant she truly was in good hands at the U.A.. After Mirio left, you turned around and smiled at your students, informing them of Eri's arrival. You asked them all nicely to say hello to her, to which they obeyed. Eri blushed, but smiled and gave out a small "hello" to her classmates.

"All right, class, now that introductions are over, shall we get started?" you asked them, to which they all nodded or said yes in agreement. Their assignment today was to color in pre-drawn mandalas. This is something you have been wanting to try with them for a while. Your teaching style with art was typically more therapeutic, but since it was Eri's first day, you wanted to start her off with something more simplistic so she could express herself to her heart's content.

The school day went by without a hitch, and suddenly, you found yourself at the end of the school day. Eri was very quiet and kept to herself for the day while coloring in her mandala, but that was to be expected. It was only her first day. Before your students left for the day, you had them write their names on their mandalas, so you knew which one belonged to which student. The majority of your students took the bus to and from school since they didn't all reside in Musutafu, but you had a small number of students who lived close by, so their parents would typically drop them off and pick them up.

The usual parents came in and picked up their children, when it was eventually just you and Eri left. You picked up a stool and took it over to where Eri was still sitting so you could sit next to her while she waited to be picked up. Just as you were about to ask Eri how her first day went, you heard a small knock at the door. You and Eri both looked over, and she absolutely beamed at the man standing at the door. He was tall, had medium-length black hair, dark eyes with a scar under his right eye, and wore an all black outfit with some sort of grey scarf.

"I'm very sorry I'm running a little late, I promise to not make this a habit," the man said. You couldn't help but stare; this man was striking and mysterious, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw him. No one has had that kind of effect on you in years. You shook your head of these thoughts, and smiled over at him, "no worries at all! I was just about to sit with Eri and ask how her first day went. I'm assuming you are Mr. Aizawa that Mirio spoke of this morning?" He walked over towards you and bowed, "I am, but you may call me Shouta." You typically even had the parents call you Miss L/N, but for some reason, you introduced yourself as Y/N L/N. "But you can call me Y/N."

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To be continued...

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[rayshippouuchiha]

I have not even watched AssClassroom and still ur watch Wednesday has me hooked! I know snippets and about the ending (unfortunately) from YouTube shorts and Tumblr but ahhhhh!!!!

No spoilers about the ending though don't worry.

I have been contemplating a question though...

If an Izuku who had ranaway from Chisaki's lair with Eri in tow had been in Ass Class... How would have things gone???

Like Izuku is 'Saving' embodiment. So usually i would see his presence as a natural counter to Koro sensei or really anyone he cares about actually dying. He kind of just...breathes life into those around them. But there would be no way Pre U.A Izuku would be able to make much difference to canon, not when he still is naive about much of how the world works. Wouldn't question things he doesn't understand but has been conditioned since he was born as to be normal. Doesn't realise yet that heroes can be wrong. That heroes are humans, and that villains are people too. So what if things were spiced up?

Pre U.A Izuku has a nasty habit of suppressing his hurt and anger when it comes to himself. Can't even think of fighting back and winning. And has been hurt so much. Has been failed and abandoned by everyone around him since he was four and failed to manifest a quirk.

And then there is Eri. Who has never known kindness, has always been tired. But still finds it in herself to help the boy who breathes but looks dead, who was brought here after her, but has carried a weight of grief years in the making.

And then something changes. The moon gets destroyed, everyone panics, Izuku possessed by some unholy force seizes his chance, takes eri and gets the fuck out of dodge.

No where is safe. Hassakai is hunting them for sports, and one too many missed calls with the gang members have convinced Izuku that they are on borrowed time. They can't go to Heroes or police, one too many bribes and gazes that look through them but not at them, and the hero commission with their child soldiers (Izuku knows. Chisaki likes to rant) has them scrambling.

Except. There is an octopus. And there is a reward. There is an opportunity. There is a threat.

Izuku has never been able to fight back when it comes to himself. Can't think of hurting someone, bringing them the pain he was put through. Has always been too kind.

But.

Izuku also has a little sister now. A sister who for some reason sees him as a hero. A sister who saved him. A sister who wants him, who cries out at night, not from what Chisaki did to her, but out of fear that her Zuku-nii would leave her.

Like her mother did. Like her father did.

And Izuku who doesn't remember his father's face, but remembers his kindness. His love. Remember the sting and betrayal of screaming for him, not a hero but DAD. Understands.

Izuku doesn't like hurting others. Doesn't understand those who can kill others and laugh and live with themselves. But looking at the sleeping face of his baby sister cradled against him. He knows bone deep and heart deep that he is willing to cross lines he never would have imagined for her sake.

That he is willing to play the long con and sully his own dreams if it means his sister can be safe. If it means his sister can live. If it means he can be selfish enough to stay with the only family he has left.

His rage always suppressed comes surging forward like a tide. Filling him until he is nothing but a puppet dancing along to the strings of his grief, rage and hurt. Desperation incarnated in his endeavour to not lose anymore family, to keep his sister safe, to never be hurt again, to crush and incinerate those who dare to look down on him and hurt them, to watch people squirm and writhe and gasp under his blank gaze. He who no longer wants to be a hero, he who is dreamless, he who desires and needs control in his life. He who unknowingly resembles his father. He who is the child of the devil.

It's better than being a dekunobu with no limbs.

So now he is heading off to 3E, hiding in plain danger, a place where no one would expect him to be. He is going to cash in favors, make deals, learn... assassination.

And then after the octopus is dead, he is going to come for Chisaki.

Except. Things start to go awry.

Except Koro sensei cares.

Except Koro sensei learns, almost too late that there is a threat bigger than himself lurking around the edges, watching and waiting in amusement as his blood walks the same path as him.

OH Oh this is too good and I want to read it

[shxtodxroki]

𝙸.... 𝚆𝚘𝚗?

Summary: It’s time for exams at U.A., and as the students of class 1-A are pit against each other in one-on-one battles, it seems as if Denki’s instantly doomed to lose as he’s paired up against Katsuki Bakugo of all opponents. All of Denki’s classmates have always underestimated his abilities, but with you cheering him on, he manages to pull off the amazing feat you always believed he could.

Flufftober Day 4 Prompt: Cinderella Moment

Warnings: There’s some mentions of insecurities on Denki’s behalf due to teasing (this isn’t meant to villainize any other 1-A students to be clear, teenagers are stupid and we sometimes go too far with teasing our friends or don’t see how it affects them, but none of them are meant to be seen maliciously or as villains in this just to be clear)

Pairing: Denki Kaminari x Gender Neutral! Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

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Denki knew that he’d never been considered one of the strongest in your class, he could see how the consequences of reaching his limit on his powers could be entertaining to his classmates and he understood that he hadn’t demonstrated any exceptional skills in comparison to his classmates. It was clear they'd meant no harm when they’d teased him as classes went on, and he could understand why everyone expected Bakugo to beat him in this exam. Hell, even he expected Bakugo to come out victorious in the end, like it was just a pre-determined course of fate that he had absolutely no hope of changing.

But there was one person who had faith in him, one person who wanted him to win and truly believed he could do it. 

You, the sound of your voice encouraging him before his turn came up and the image of you beaming at him, possibly even holding him close in a warm, tender hug if he were to somehow win, managed to spark the passion inside of him that had long laid dormant while attending U.A., and Denki knew right then and there that he had to win at any cost. If not for his own pride and accomplishments, then certainly for you and your unwavering belief in him.

You knew Denki couldn’t hear you while he was in his exam, that much was obvious. As much as you wished you could cheer him on through this, knowing how anxious he must have been at the thought of facing Bakugo of all people in a one-on-one fight, you’re unfortunately left as nothing more than a mere spectator as you watch him through the cameras displayed in front of you and desperately pray that he can win this. You knew he had the strength, you knew he was more than what everyone else in your class seemed to see him as. You could see the strength lying dormant within him, bubbling up and waiting for the perfect chance to erupt ever since the first day of classes. You were certain he could win this if he tried, so you simply watched in anxious anticipation, your eyes fixated on the pixelated image of him across the large TV screens.

Though he couldn’t physically see them, Denki could absolutely feel the presence of your eyes on him as he entered the exam arena. He knew his other classmates were watching him too, but right now, all he could think about was you. About how badly he wanted to prove you right and show that you believing in him wasn’t a mistake. He wanted more than anything to be the person you believed he was, and so he stood in the exam arena with a more sturdy resolve than ever before even as Bakugo’s unforgiving eyes pierced into his own shaky ones. Now wasn’t the time to let his aggressive, harsh classmate shake him up, so he forced himself through a round of deep breaths to calm the nerves flowing through his veins as the timer for the beginning of the exam began to down and echo all around them.

He felt too aware of everything, as if every hair on his body was standing on its end and every nerve ending was hyper-ware. The dust shifting beneath his feet, the wind just barely blowing through his hair, the electricity charging up within his fingertips, so many sensations bombarded his thoughts at one. Bakugo’s icy, borderline murderous glare would normally have him shaking where he stood, but today, he refused to cave. So as the alarm sounded for the exam to begin, Denki quickly took to the far end of the arena opposite of Bakugo’s starting post, attempting to glance over the exam location as he ran and form a plan despite Bakugo’s immediate pursuit of him. 

Denki just had to be fast enough to maintain distance between the two of them for now, until he could come up with a plan. He forced his legs to run faster to keep the lead, unwilling to give up this fight even as his friend’s booming voice screamed out for him to give up from behind him. “Come on, come on….” He muttered to himself, frustration evident in his voice as he attempted to block out all outside noises and concentrate. How could he defeat Bakugo? What could he use to his advantage that would let him win this seemingly impossible battle?

His mind operated faster than ever before as Denki charged towards a large building at the far end of the arena, as the base concoction of a plan began brewing in his mind. It was dodgy at best, and it relied heavily on one particular assumption, but it was the best chance Denki had at succeeding and proving his worth in that moment with so little time to spare. And knowing Bakugo better than most others in the class, Denki felt more confident than expected with the assumption his plan set faith in, so with one last glance behind him, he solidified his resole and burst through the doors of the building as he put his plan into action. He knew he likely had a minute or less before his opponent would reach the building, so he instantly got to work as he found a suitable temporary hiding spot and swiftly set each moving part of his plan into motion. 

Exactly fourty-five seconds later Bakugo stormed through the doors behind his target, shattered glass raining onto the floor in his wake as his eyes frantically searched for his prey. He was (underwhelmingly for Denki) barely affected by the complete lack of light courtesy of the shut-off power his opponent had rushed to create, and Bakugo's ears quickly perked up at the sound of machinery a few floors above. A wolfish grin spread across his face, nearly consuming him as he stalked upstairs with the grace and precision of a madman on the run. He wasn’t even bothering to be careful, barely holding in his laugh as this victory had practically already fallen into his lap. Leave it to Denki to reveal his hiding spot by making too much noise, he nearly made it too easy for Bakugo to strike.

He barely paid mind to the heaviness of his stomps as he reached the top of the staircase, rushing over to the source of the sound of appliances whirring at lightning speed. The laugh that Bakugo had been biting back came out full-force as he realized that the dunce face had not only been careless, but he had quite literally left a trail leading right to his location, leading the wolf directly to his prey. The copier on this floor had been turned on, no doubt thanks to Denki’s careless running as he likely bumped into it on his way to what was clearly his final hiding spot; the broom closet in the back corner.

The sound of an electric vacuum whirring on and off made it clear that Denki was hidden in there, and was likely scrambling to power the machine down after accidentally setting it off in his rush to hide. If he were anyone else, Bakugo likely would have felt bad about his classmate’s unfortunate circumstances, but being the boy he was, he felt no shame or pity as he charged full-force into the broom closet, launching off one of his explosive blasts without a second thought while harnessing the power of one of his gauntlets that he had been warming up while entering.

And poor Bakugo, he had just made a fatal mistake. And he hadn’t even realized it yet.

He got cocky, and moreover, he got careless.

Denki had known with near certainty that his friend would underestimate him, that he would easily believe that Denki had been foolish enough to leave a trail of clues in his wake as he rushed off to cower in fear of his impending defeat. Bakugo seemed to have completely forgotten that Denki’s electric control also allowed him to control electronics remotely, too distracted by his seemingly easy win to think more clearly about the obvious trap he had walked straight into. Denki's entire plan had banked off of this assumption, and now it was coming to fruition.

The buzz of the copier and the electric vacuum, as well as the explosive outburst of Bakugo’s own gauntlets, perfectly covered up the sound of Denki’s soft and careful footsteps to his opponent’s ears as he crept up behind him, charging up his electricity as he felt static coursing through him. Thanks to the dust clouding the air from the explosion, Bakugo still hadn’t realized yet that he hadn’t caught his target after all as he cackled in his believed victory. Denki allowed himself to intake one last heavy, silent breath, before setting his eyes on Bakugo with pure determination. This was it, it was now or never.

He charged without a moment of hesitation, taking hold of Bakugo by the torso as his arms trapped the man in a prison-tight embrace as he instantly set off the maximum voltage output he could through his body without putting his friend at genuine risk. Just enough to win the battle, without doing any serious damage. Or so he hoped, as he waited a few moments before letting go of his enemy’s body to see what he had accomplished.

And as Katsuki’s now unconscious body swiftly fell from his arms and landed unceremoniously on the floor, time seemed to stop for Denki. His mind was silent, and he didn’t even register the alarm blaring to announce the end of the exam. Nothing clicked until he felt a warm set of arms wrap around him, pulling him into a cozy embrace and snapping him out of the daze he had been in as his eyes were met with the sight of your gorgeous face.

“Oh my god, Denki, you did it!” You were positively radiating with excitement, the smile on your face infecting him like a virus. Your words didn’t compute in his brain immediately, but your bright grin was immediately matched across his own face as he returned your hug without a second thought. “I knew you could, I’m so proud of you!”

And that was when his victory finally set in, the moment when his jaw fell wide in shock as he looked down at you with a mix of butterflies and pure joy swelling in his stomach. “I…. won?”

The questioning tone of his voice makes you laugh like a beautiful melody as you pulled him in for another hug, causing him to go weak in the knees as Denki’s hands tentatively began to lightly trail up and down your back. The way you nodded so eagerly in reponse to his question had his head spinning, both from his exhaustion after the intense battle he faced and from the nearly all-consuming wave of affection you had caused within him thanks to your soothing hug. He didn’t even bother to hide the increasing red flush painted across his face as he simply held you in his arms, so happy to have made you proud after seeing just how certainly you had believed in him. He had done it, he had managed to face this challenge and beat it, and it was all thanks to you.

Now he just had to man up and finally ask you out, but he allowed himself to put that off until later as Denki melted into your warm embrace with a satisfied, lovestruck grin lighting up his face and basked in the glory of his unexpected victory.

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Jock vs. Nerd

part two

Had this little thought in my head...in a quirkless!college!AU...where you're a pretty girl, a popular one too...also, you're a very dominant young lady...and where you fell for the friendless, geeky, shy nerd...Izuku Midoriya...and leaving the jock, the most popular...the hottest guy in school...Katsuki Bakugo...heartbroken.

Thoughts on this? I have.

Warnings: ANGST, Bakugo: one sided-love, Deku: What? A hottie wants to date me?!, You: Come here, cute nerd! <3, Bakugo is a himbo, you're smart and pretty, Izuku's shyyyyyyy

Just to be clear: English is not my first language, so please bear with me :)

[your name will be Yena here. :)]

Have fun reading:

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"I'm telling you, she likes you!", Denki nudges his jock friend Bakugo, who only swats the blonde's hand away from his shoulder. The Bakusquad was known for being good on the field in football and so being pretty popular already, but scoring even more points with the chicks because of their good looks, and with Mina Ashido being the cheer captain, one of the most popular girls in U.A. High and also one of your best friends.

And you.

Oh, please.

Don't get him started.

Should he start on how he met you? How he fell for you when you yelled back at him which made him flinch? How he couldn't get that cute frown and sweet pouty lips -which he never could stop daydreaming about kissing- of yours out of his head? How he thought that you were a literal angel when you treated his wounds? How softly you spoke to him, not yelling at him for losing their big game because of him?

Or how you'd always help him and the team out in their finals because wow; A hot and intelligent human being taking their time explaining them the subjects with a sweet voice and soft smile? Where Denki milks out every single advice and reassurance he can get form you, blushing like crazy with a stupid and smug grin directed to his teammates (where these signal him that they would kill him as soon as the study session with you was over) when you pat his head comfortingly?

Where Sero openly subtly flirts with you and you think he's only joking and flirt back, only to have him gulping while looking to the side with a shy grin but bright red face? Where Kirishima looks at you like you hung the stars because you explained him the difference between Mitosis ans meiosis in baby steps until he got it, and he gives you a dopey, lovesick grin with heart eyes. And he'd gasp softly when you'd call him a "good boy!" for explaining the difference after you've explained it to him ten times patiently (Everyone glared at the himbo with murderous intent).

Or where Shinso and Monoma asked you out multiple times in a row with you having to check your calender -a sweet, old fashioned-themed little book with a real feather and ink to write on- turning the pages a concerning amount of times with your delicate fingers (which makes the guys wish it'd be wrapped around something of theirs instead of that little book of yours) giving them a sad pout before telling the whole football team that you're not available until the next four months, which leaves the two least shy guys groaning in despair out loud and the rest looking to the side with a frown and some even cursing under their breath.

Sure, he was jealous that his teammates were ogling at you and blushing when you praised them since they were all crushin' on you, leaving him fuming in his seat, but oh, look how the table fucking turns and lands back on its legs like nothing happened when he finally has your attention. And even when he tries to listen- he really does! -he can't help but admire you.

You, who is so fucking hot and smart Bakugo's actually surprised that he hasn't popped a boner yet.

You, his childhood friend of nearly ten years, starting from pre school and onward, who he never thougth he had a chance with you until he got your attention in these little lessons you gave them, where your focus seemed to be on him and him only, where he started to sweat like crazy, especially his hands and his heart beating rapidly, his pen already slipping out of his hand, and when it does, you catch it with a fond smile before giving it back to him. However, you lay one of your soft hands on one of his caloused and scarred ones and you sigh and he thinks that you're going to ask him out on a date, to marry him, to confess your feelings to him in public-... when all you say is: "I know all this stress is taking a big toll on you, Katsuki. How about we study for fifteen minutes and do a little break, hm?"

And he can't help but nod, because suddenly, He feels a big stone in his throat, he feels like crying, scratching his eyeballs, hitting his head against a wall, because why would such a perfect little girl want to go out with a dumb himbo like him?

He knew that he was more the annoying best friend to you, because he always bullied you for being smaller than him, but no shit because he was literally a six foot something giant. He couldn't even attract you with his handsomeness, nor his rippling muscles and flexing body when it was too hot out in the summer and when he subtly tried to steal a glance at you, wanting to know if you were checking him out like all your girl friends did around you, he only found you giggling at something on your phone.

Yeah, Bakugo put on his shirt after that with a hurting heart, leaving your surrounding friends whining like greedy little bitches and running towards him.

...

Bakugo sighed. It was a nice dream Denki told him. Because Bakugo knew how much of a big, fat crush you've had on Deku. But what made him become your crush?

Deku's always invested in his books.

Deku's never seen without his baggy pants and oversized hoodies.

Deku's never talked to a girl except Uraraka or his mom.

Deku's never had a friend (except Bakugo himself) over at his house.

Deku's always muttering and scribbling away in his notebook or phone, where he's playing a nerdy fantasy game in the medieval times and sometimes whispers a silent, cringey: "Thou shalt be killed with that goblin-sized brain of yours...!", before you can hear a faint growling and slicing sound coming from his phone.

Deku, who never seems to actually take care of his hair, which is always in all places, too curly, or always in his face where he combs his fingers through his hair to actually see what he's doing.

And then you come into the game.

Whenever Deku does any of his little- to you very cute -antics of his, you sigh dreamily while looking at him while he writes away the english assignment he had trouble working on and you were more than ready to help him, leaving Bakugo gagging and growling quietly, staring daggers into your and Deku's head.

Or when he was over at your place, and he tried talking to you but you were too engrossed in something your phone showed you, he got fed up and snatched your phone quickly, Deku's name flashing as the chatting contact and then, he is being shoved down the ground from little ol' you, who is on top of him. Big, buff and strong Bakugo being overpowered by little sweet you, his big nose flaring up after he caught a wiff of your sweet scent and bakugo can already feel his dick twitching from where your heat was resting, but you quickly took your phone back and went into your room. However, you didn't close the door after you told him to get the fuck out of your apartment with an embarrassed red face. bakugo groaned and stared up at the ceiling, heart and dick throbbing in pain.

That's when he knew that you were crushing on his childhood friend.

...

One day, as you were chatting away happily with your friends, you spotted Izuku and called him over. The thing was, it would've been okay if you were with two or three of your friends, and if you guys were chilling in front of the classroom, or on campus. But no.

It was in the fucking cafeteria where you, Yena Hideyo, called a guy over to you. A cafeteria, where you were surrounded by your dozens of friends, all eating and munching, also surrounded by even more people and the cafeteria was extremely full today. Still, you beckoned him closer and suddenly, he felt all eyes on him.

I mean, it was the first time that the most popular girl in U.A. called a guy from the same age over to sit next to her and have lunch with her, except the freshmen, where the girls and boys all blushed from your milf motherly care and were asked about how school was and how you, their senior, would do everything in your might to help them. (U.A. ended up being the highest scoring school in Japan, thanks to a little help of yours) Also, they'd all blush from the close proximity you and them were in, because they could smell your scent, your glowing, sexy figure, where your thick thighs threatened to spill from your mini skirt, or how you had a too small shirt with a much too big cleavage on, where your large tits were spilling out a bit, or how your sweet tummy rolls were so cute -visible from the stomach-free top you wore sometimes- that they had to restrain themselves from pinchining them, or how nice your hair always looked, and with perfect makeup.

That's how Izuku felt, like a freshman, when he finally sat down next to you after he took an eternity with everybody's glare on him.(it actually took him less than ten seconds to speedwalk from his previous spot to yours but who cares) he could feel your unintentionally strong gaze on him and he allowed himself to feel important for once. I-if you were looking at him like that, then it was hard not to think that he wasn't special in at least some way. Izuku could smell your sweet vanilla perfume, but didn't dare to look into your beautiful face, let alone away from his hands in his lap, because if he even caught sight of your nice thighs, he'd be a goner, choke on his spit or thin air and die. He could even hear the thoughts his peers where having. How come Yena calls over such a loser? How come he gets her attention? What's so special about him? He's a nerd!

But you don't seem to care in the slightest, just happy that your favourite nerd (and crush) has taken your plea to sit down next to you. "How are you Mido? English hard? Do you need tutoring lessons?", you started speaking already after he took a bite to let him think about his answer, your friends looking at this little interaction with offended and confused faces. Why was he eating while you were speaking to him? Can't he chew a little faster to finally answer you?

And after he was done finishing his first bite, he began to ramble, but only for you and the person sitting next to him to cromprehend. "W-well, I actually do have a little trouble with English, but I think I'll manage, I don't want you to take more than you can handle- I mean, y-you- of course, you can handle things! You're- you're Yena Hideyo after all! I just d-didn't want to bother you with my problems, since you're already preparing the decorations and routine for prom and the big game is starting to come closer too and I just don't-"

"Breathe, Izuku.", you said gently, holding one of his hands which he was fumbling around when he tried to explain himself. You led it towards the table and smiled at him. Of course, he'd blush like crazy and nod before breathing. Unfortunately, the person sitting next to him was no other than Katsuki Bakugo, who'd of course laugh at him for not being able to speak coherently let alone look you in the eyes. Also, Bakugo wanted to embarrass Izuku in front of you as much as possible, so that you'd finally stop pining after that nerd and start catching feelings for him. That resulted in Izuku pale-ing/paling(?) and eating his sandwich until it was no more, all the while he had to endure this bullying side of Bakugo, which somehow still, never dissapeared.

"Ahahahahha- haaaa...you're one funny guy, nerd. Always muttering shit and not even being able to talk to Yena-" "Kats, that's enough. Drop. It.", your stern voice echoed in the big cantine, leaving everybody in shock.

They knew that you were Katsuki Bakugo's best friend and rumours spread around like crazy whenever students saw you and Bakugo interact with each other, playing with the thought of you and the jock being a couple and all. What they didn't know, for example, was that you, their little sweet sunshine of U.A., who'd always aid with a soft smile and calm voice, could hold such malice in her voice and glare at her friend of ten years with such hatred.

It left the eating ones stop chewing, the talking ones stop gossiping, the loud ones become quiet and Bakugo look at you with a shocked-I'd even dare say betrayed expression on his face. Even Izuku looked up from his sandwich to look to his right, where Kacchan was looking at you, then to you, who was giving him an annoyed look. The school bell signalled that the lunch had ended, much to everyone's dismay, and they all walked out with food in their hands.

You packed your things, but not before whispering something in Izuku's ear before you went away with your people, all the while not sparing the blonde football player a sliver of your attention. Izuku quickly stood up and ran as fast as he could, because 1. He talked to his crush-resulting in his heart beating rapidly against his chest, and 2. His crush stood up to Bakugo, with the whole school seeing them bicker wich was rather embarrassing to Bakugo...yeah, he'd kill him for that. And since Izuku didn't feel the need to die at the moment, especially after you've seductively whispered in his ear to meet you at 6 pm sharp, he ran up to the library to hide in the labyrinth of bookshelves, because Bakugo wasn't really known for his knowledge in this area, but he could still catch up to Deku.

However, since Deku knew this world of books like the back of his scarred hand, he easily dissappeared between the endless seeming shelves with his scrawny, thin body, leaving Katsuki lost and irritated. After a while, after Izuku was long gone, Bakugo found the exit and puked into a nearby dustbin because he couldn't stand the chance of seeing so many books, even though their backs were facing him. It scared him that there was an endless variety of pictureless books, where it wasn't like in comics and he also never understood actors and actresses in movies who always said that a movie would play while they were reading a book. so much for being a himbo.

...

"There you are!", you exclaimed happily, also glad that Izuku didn't leave you waiting any second longer. He even rang the bell to your apartment one minute earlier, which was probably because his watch was set one minute earlier so that he wouldn't come late to meetings and school and bla bla bla-

"U-uhm, yeah! You look pretty!", he said loudly, and you giggled. Taking his hand, you lead him to the living room, where all sorts of english books and literature were piled on top of each other. In total, there were only ten books, but they were thick.

Izuku was left dumbfounded. He thought that maybe, just maybe, you...well...uh, well!

"Are you hungry? I made us some pizza.", you said after he sat down and looked at the pile of books. He only nodded, a little dissapointed at the fact that he didn't get dicked down by you(...yet).

As he smiled up at you with a nod after he put on his sweet round glasses -with you internally dying of his cuteness- you made your way over to the oven of your apartment because you were already a big girl and could look after your own money which led you to invest in stocks and become rich but that's for another story (?👀?).

As you were taking out the pizza to examine the quality of the crust and middle part, being satisfied at how nice the cheese had melted, Izuku came inside and noticed you in an apron. To him, you were looking like his sweet little housewife, ready to be taken care of at the counter where he'd first eat you out and then the pizza-

Aaaaaaaaannnnd there went his dignity with his cock straining against his jogging pants. Well, shit.

"Hey Mido, need somethin'?", your sweet voice asked him and he felt his heart squeeze because you were just so perfect to him and he couldn't believe that he was alone in your home with you. "I-I jist, uh, I mean, I j-just wanted a glass of water-", and he pointed towards the sink behind you, "C-can I?"

This left you gasping and you smacked your head. "Silly me! Where are my host-manners!? I have other beverages as well! Orange juice? cherry juice? All Might smoothie? Apple-" "A-ALL MIGHT!", The nerd interrupted you and you couldn't help but burst out in laughter in his cute little antics and fanboying towards his idol the ingeneering master, Yagi Toshinori-Also known as all might.

"Okay sweetie!", you cheered before going to the fridge and giving him a fresh All Might smoothie. (it was literally a protein shake.) He loved that you didn't tease him for loving what he did, and he felt very precious in your presence. you never ushered him to something he never or didn't want to do.

Izuku took the smoothie with a precious grin and thanked you before going over to the english books and reading through them. So that's how you were always on top of the classroom...you must have been studying like crazy. And these books were amazing! He instantly understood what he did wrong when reading through the explanations.

The smell of perfectly baked pizza caught his attention and you put the sliced food in the middle of the table. You looked at him holding one of your books. "Understanding?" "Yeah, Thanks."

You smiled. "That's good to hear."

You were on your laptop, looking through some of your investments and writing emails like a professional and Izuku blushed. What were you not actually? You were smart, helpful, nice, sweet, calm, a good advisor for young and old, and you were pretty. And here you were too, helping him out by lending him some of your books to read and learn, and not expecting anything in return.

Even though he was thankful, he was greedy. Especially when somebody as extraordinary as you offered him an endless amount of help. He wanted more of your attention, more of your sweet words, and...your touch. Your hands and lips on him. The ony thing was, were you feeling the same? Probably not.

I mean, look at him, he's a nerd! Nerds don't get pretty girls like you. He could already imagine your phone going off any moment with Kacchan calling you, to ask if you'd be free today and then you'd excitedly say-

It seemed like he was staring at you too long, because after a while, you looked at him before stopping to write in your laptop. "All okay?"

Midoriya gulped nervously. Well, here goes nothing...!

"I...Uh-well, Uhm. There-there was s-something I'd like to tell you. B-but promise that you, well, that you won't laugh- or look at me with a disgusted face, or well, not a good reaction! I-just, I...I like you. Like, really, I really, really like you. I always have! From the moment I saw you for the first time where you helped a freshman reach their class and I couldn't take my eyes off of you, because you were just so pretty- which you are still now!-, and because suddenly, many people were talking to you and you had answers for every question they had.

Or the time where you were helping a teacher with finding their exams and when they found it, they were sooooo happy. Or just...all those other times, where you were just ....there!..... for everybody.

And it made me think...what about you? I want to help you. I like you, and I want you to get something in return for all those nice things you do everyday for everyone. So...what would you like to do?"

You looked at him for a moment of pure shock, not expecting him to know about your little dilemma, or even confess to you. Sure, you loved helping people, but you didn't like owing them stuff, or them having to do something for you. So...hearing your crush confessing his feelings for you and wanting to help you too, that made you swoon.

You hugged his arm and sighed. "...can we stay like that?"

Izuku gulped, feeling your soft chest, and small arms hug his toned arm, your knees on his thigh. "S-sure...!" But he still didn't get a reaction from you for his feelings. "Uh, would you like to go out sometime?"

You hugged him tighter. "Let's do that another time, love. I just wanna be close to you right now." And that made the boy happy.

"I'm surprised that you could see through my act though.", you said after a while, tracing some of his veins and scars which made the boy errupt in soft shivers. "D-don't wanna be creepy...but I can always see you...and I only see you helping people. Never anybody helping you."

You kissed his cheek by his little speech and he made happy noises. However, you didn't stop. you started connecting your lips to the arm you were hugging and pulled up his sleeve further and further until Izuku had to take it off. He was in a short sleeved grey shirt, oversized, and his thin arms were shaking with anticipation. Each time you kissed one of his freckles or scars, he felt more and more nervous. Sure, it felt nice and he cherished the moment, because it was very intimate to him. But still, he had his worries. He knew that you'd become a romantic maniac with your partner, but he never thought that he might become yours. Or were you just messing with him? Teasing him like the girls in middleschool did?

"Uhm, Yena-" "Hm? Wanna stop?", you asked, immediately backing away and about to let got of his hands when he grabbed them tightly. Strong shaking of the head. Your hands played with his hands and he felt his anxiety and bad thoughts drift away. "Wanna do something else?" Another shaking no of the head. "'want you to k-...kiss me...more...please?", he pleaded, looking up shyly to you with his thick long eyelashes. God, his eyes were so fucking pretty...!

This time, you let go of one of his nice but shaking hands and gently grabbed his cheek. "...Like...this?", you whispered against his mouth with hooded eyes and he whimpered, already leaning in with closing eyes. And when you brought your lips against his, he felt amazing. Every cell was partying as he grinned stupidly against your lips and intertwined your fingers with his, his other hand holding your hand which was on his cheek. your thumb caressed his cheekbone and Izuku sighed into the kiss in pure bliss. How many nights had the nerd been dreaming about kissing his popular crush? How many times did he want to hold your hand and just have you close to him? He couldn't remember and didn't want to either, when he had the real you right next to him, and taking his first kiss.

After a while, you parted and looked him into the eyes before smiling giddily and burying your head in his scrawny chest to giggle like a highschool girl. He was happy. If you were giggling like that and still holding his hand- this time more tightly- then it had to be that you were in love with him as he was with you. he hugged your frame, but something caught his eye; Bakugo.

The jock was standing in the corridor, his backpack threatening to fall down and scare you when it crashes to the ground, face twisted into anger, jealousy, hatred and hurt, and heavy, quick breathing. If Bakugo had been here a little earlier, he might've changed something, but no. He saw everything. From the moment where you started to kiss his knuckles up his shoulder and then...kissing his lips. Like you two were a real couple. You really loved Izuku.

he went out again and called one of the girls Denki recommended him. "Yer free t'night? Need to fuck out some pain."

[oshiawaseni]

Trails of Love Hori's been paving down in the build up for the series' ending

Part II: Decoding the love story being told through other characters

Part One | II. Gentle/La Brava | Part Two -> KamiJirou

.•° ✿ 3. KiriMina ೋღ

Kirishima and Mina have been acquainted since middle school and are tied together with themes of admiration. They also have a lot of other parallels with BkDk and Horikoshi's purpose behind these similarities became even more intriguing with the addition of chapter 383. This chapter came while I was still writing the Hori trails meta so it's inclusion is a bit of happy accident, but it helps reinforce our understanding of what Hori is up to.

I've always been interested in KiriMina because they're the only other pair besides BkDk that have history together which pre-dates U.A. So I was curious about where Hori was going to take them.

In this meta I will be exploring many similarities and parallels between KiriMina and BkDk, as well as share my thoughts on Horikoshi's intention in writing them this way.

These are some of their similarities:

They knew each other before U.A just like BkDk

Kirishima lacked bravery/confidence like Izuku

Kirishima admired Ashido's confidence and bravery like Izuku did for Kacchan

When Kirishima entered U.A he aimed to be more confident and personable, just like Ashido, in the same way Izuku wanted to be like Kacchan and copied his confidence and movement style.

Chapter 383 reveals Ashido also struggles with feelings of weakness and blames herself for the death of Midnight and others in the war, in much the same vein as Kacchan's guilt he felt about being an end to All Might's hero career because of his "weakness".

Kirishima admired Ashido's ability to connect and bring people closer together and he wanted to have that same influence on their classmates at U.A. Aizawa once described BkDk as the heart of his class who instilled their passion into everyone. But in contrast to BkDk, KiriMina have always gotten along well and have actively strived to help their classmates do the same.

When asked about Kirishima's role in helping Katsuki after the LoV abduction arc, Horikoshi spoke about the bittersweetness of Izuku not being able to do it himself. Kirishima was written as an important bridge that connected Izuku to Katsuki again, and in doing so, he became someone who brings their classmates together like Ashido. With encouragement from their classmates and teachers, Izuku and Katsuki's bond began to heal and they became pillars of hope whose passions inspired those around them to go beyond their limits.

There are also parallels between Kirishima and Izuku in their ideals of heroism.

Izuku's idea of heroism and sticking his nose in where it doesn't belong also lines up with Kirishima's ideals of heroism. The story of Izuku running into danger to save Katsuki had also inspired Kirishima to do his best to become a hero.

In the fight against Gigantomachia, there's a parallel of Kirishima running through the flames to save Ashido, just as Izuku ran through the flames for Katsuki's sake in chapter one.

And a narrative seed was planted when Kirishima pushes Ashido out of the way and tanks a heavy hit in place of her. This scene is mirrored shortly after, when Katsuki does the exact same thing for Izuku, saving his life.

The amount of similarities these two couples have with each other is so striking, isn't it? We never really knew why Hori has been building these two up as mirrors of BkDk, until the recent chapter 383, where they went up against the same villain BkDk did at the start of the manga and the most important similarity was revealed of all.

Mina's facial expression and explosion of acid coming from her hand is very similar to Katsuki's. Although she often emulates Katsuki, Ashido primarily took on Izuku's role during this chapter's story, and Kirishima is the one being saved from the sludge villain by her in this call back to chapter one.

In a moment of weakness, Ashido is overcome by exhaustion and almost faints, and Kirishima catches her - which may call to mind the time Izuku fainted of exhaustion at the end of his Vigilante arc, and Katsuki leaping forward, just in time to catch him.

Ashido apologises to Kirishima, just as Katsuki did with Izuku, and that's where their similarities with Katsuki and Izuku stop, because Kirishima gives Ashido his answer... while Izuku, has always kept his own to himself...

However, anyone who has been paying attention to the story, knows Kirishima's next words to be absolutely true for Izuku, too:

There's nothing to forgive, because Katsuki is Izuku's hero.

Kirishima's answer to Ashido, are Izuku's missing words to Katsuki’s apology in chapter 322. Katsuki is Izuku's light and hero, but Izuku never got the chance to tell him this. Katsuki had poured his heart out to Izuku, and never received Izuku's reply.

There has clearly been some things left unsaid between Katsuki and Izuku, and this indirect reference to BkDk via KiriMina only serves as a tool to highlight this even further and generate more intrigue and anticipation for what BkDk will be saying to each other some day.

It's also very possible that these words are something Katsuki needs to tell Izuku, as well. Kirishima calling Ashido “baka” is very akin to Katsuki’s tsundere behaviour towards Izuku, so these apologies and affirmations of Ashido being Kirishima’s hero may yet be more seeds Kohei has planted for Izuku and Katsuki to mirror some day.

Katsuki has never told Izuku what he means to him, and it seems that Edgeshot, having become a part of Katsuki's heart, is the only one who really knows the true shape of his love and how Katsuki was waiting for Izuku to come save him.

Because Izuku has always been Katsuki’s hero, and this goes back as far as the river scene.

And aside from referencing Katsuki's apology, these words of: "I'm seriously sorry I've been such a let down" could also be describing Izuku's current feelings towards ‘failing to protect what he cares about’ and his most important person dying on his own because they got separated when Izuku got caught and dragged away by Toga. Izuku must feel incredibly guilty for what has happened, and like he has let Katsuki down completely. These may serve as important call back lines for BkDk, for an intimate scene they will share together.

So KiriMina is another couple Hori has SPEAKING for BkDk, for events that are both in the past and, very likely, in the future as well.

Hori has already brought back the #2 baka couple (#1 is BkDk, soon™) a second time and inserted their dialogues to help remind us that Katsuki's very last moments alive were filled with thoughts of Izuku by his side, which brought him happiness to mask over his fears and pain. And now KiriMina’s situation paralleling BkDk's own dynamic and scenes together, seems to have been written in almost as if to get people wondering what the true nature of BkDk's relationship might be, even though they aren’t featured in the chapter.

I think Hori wants people to come to the conclusion that the words and thoughts Kirishima and Mina are expressing, are yet another layer that serves to fill in the blanks of how Izuku and Katsuki feel about each other. Whether or not these affirmations are to be taken romantically, or are words that will be said between them is up to Kohei's discretion. However, by bringing BkDk's relationship to the forefront of a lot of reader's minds, Hori is taking a well-planned step towards his goal of making their deep bond and connection of love a central focus of the story later this year.

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