#rip monoma neito

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Day Four Recap

category: i want to be your best friend Munkustrap vs Ellis Makoto Niijima vs Kim Kitsuragi C-3PO vs Evie Robbie Rotten vs Pinkie Pie Merlin Emrys vs Mr. Mistoffelees Neito Monoma vs Ryuji Sakamoto <- this is messed up and evil Miss Piggy vs Anne Marie Cheese Sandwich vs Burgerpants Kiyotaka Ishimaru vs Brick vs Tenya Iida

category: i would want to get you therapy if what was wrong with you wasn't hilarious Cicero vs Oliver Thredson Stu and Billy vs Hajime and Komaeda <- congrats to our first tie! gay love wins

Biggest Sweep: Cicero beat Oliver Thredson with 89%. I honestly expected this Oliver was never going past round one but he's so strange he deserved a mention. Closest Poll: Hajime and Komaeda TIED with Stu and Billy at 50% each Most Votes: Monoma vs Ryuji with 167 votes and I'm literally so mad about it like he didnt even just lose he lost everything Fewest Votes: Merlin Emrys vs Mr. Mistoffelees with 42 votes Biggest Personal Disappointment: Monoma should not have went home. It's on me because I should have put him against a more obscure character. He probably could have won against Anne Marie. But you know I try to match based on what makes sense to me and it was right to put Anne Marie next to Miss Piggy. I'm just sad to see such an iconic beloved character to me be voted out so early. and by literally such a huge margin. when i typed this it was 30% to 70%. at time of death it was 29%. i'm heartbroken right now.

Vote on the day five polls here. I guess. it's hard to bring myself to care after such a tragic outcome.

[tabbyrocks]

you know what i just fucking realized today?

Monoma is just fanon Bakugo. like he is CANONLY how the fandom / Bakugo fans see Bakugo.

He has a serious underlying issue that's the cause of his rude behavior. he respects women, ie, defending Uraraka when EVERYONE was doubting her during the sports fest, and literally looking the opposite direction when that stupid fuckwad tricked the 1-a girls into wearing those cheerleading outfits. he's extremely insecure, and he's actually nice to his classmates.

Bakugo on the other hand was canonly spoiled as a child. he had a god complex that was shattered and that's the closest thing to a reason for his behavior. he simply refused to go easy on Uraraka just because she's a girl but for some reason the fandom makes it waaayyy more than it actually was.

but for some reason the fandom decided that Monoma was the bad one out of the two just because "he's annoying", and writes him as this homophobic, sexist bully who, in reality, is a good fucking character.

[shalbef]

Monoma: take a picture, it'll last longer! (posing)

Shinso: (snaps the pic) bold of you to assume my gallery isn't full.

(Monoma is often the subject of Hitoshi's photos; Kaibara, who taught him how to get good results even with just the phone's camera, can feel hia heterosexuality leave his body, little by little, everytime Shinso opens his gallery)

(Monoma is fully aware that Hitoshi takes pictures of him, of course! one day, they had a photoshoot including Eri)

monoma wakes up to find that shinso has been watching him sleep and he calls shinso a creep but his voice is entirely too fond

[h-haunted]

magic kisses

my hero academia

neito monoma x reader

gender neutral

sfw

haven’t touched mha in like three years but my best friend shared this with me so obviously i had to do it!

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You were no stranger to the nurse’s office at UA. Being in class 1A was no walk in the park. You were stuck with the best young heroes of your generation- plus that one green-haired kid who won’t stop attracting villains' attention- and it was certainly a challenge.

Cradling your freshly broken arm and dragging your feet, you slowly made your way to Recovery Girl’s office. A heavy sigh slipped past your lips, illustrating your exhaustion. You had been paired up with Katsuki for training. Long story short, he didn’t even pretend to go easy on you. No surprise there, he was far too competitive for that.

You practically stumbled into the room, your legs feeling like jello underneath your weight. You couldn’t even mumble a greeting before you collapsed down into a chair.

“My my, what happened to you?”

You knew that voice.

Despite your fatigue, your eyes snapped open.

Neito Monoma, asshole of class 1B. You two had been at each other’s throats ever since you met.

Sensing your annoyance before you even opened your mouth, Neito laughed and poked your forehead. “Don’t look so happy to see me.”

“Where’s recovery girl?” You manage to ask, raising your eyebrow.

“She had to step out for a while, I’m here to take her place while she’s gone. Just had to copy her quirk,” the blonde shrugs, leaning back against the wall, “Not the most ideal situation, but whatever. I’m the right guy for the job and I figured I’d do something nice for once. C’mon, let me see your arm.”

You immediately turn away from him, pulling your arm back. You wince as you do so, the pain practically shooting up your spine. Neito covers his mouth and tries his hardest not to laugh, earning himself a sharp glare from you. “If you just let me do it, it’ll stop hurting.”

“No thanks, I’d rather die.”

“Hey, if you insist. I won’t complain.”

“Asshole.”

“What? You said it first, not me. That’ll take forever to heal, and Recovery Girl won’t be very happy that you refused help.”

After a moment of hesitation, you hold out your mangled forearm. “Yikes, you got your ass kicked, huh? Thought you 1A idiots were supposed to be strong.” Neito quips. You shoot him a glare, and he laughs. “Alright, alright. Calm down, feisty.” He gently places his hand on your wrist and leans down, pressing a tender kiss to your skin. The butterflies that flutter through your stomach startle you, your cheeks heating up at the contact. You can feel your bone beginning to fuse back together as he backs away, watching your reaction. After a few seconds, you flex your arm and move it around. Good as new. Huh.

“Hm? You seem a little red. Coming down with a fever, are we?” He teases, savoring the way you avert your gaze and mumble ‘shut up’. He runs the tips of his fingers down your freshly healed forearm and it feels like lightning.

You rip your arm away, shooting him yet another glare. He flicks your forehead, rolling his eyes. “Your face will be stuck like that if you don’t stop.”

“And if you don’t stop rolling your eyes, they might get stuck in the back of your head.” You retort through a small yawn, covering your mouth with your hand. Neito looked at you, his eyebrow raised.

“Hm. Someone’s tired.”

“Shut up.”

“What? I just pointed it out. Side effect of the quirk.” Neito laughed, his voice as smooth as honey. “I can’t send you back to class like that. Just relax, you can take a nap here if you need to.”

“That’s oddly nice of you-”

“No promises I won’t draw on your face while you’re out though.”

“There it is.” You roll your eyes, leaning back against the wall. Neito grabs a pillow and offers it to you. “I’m not going to take a nap.”

“You don’t have to. Just get comfortable.” Neito rolled his eyes in return, sitting down next to you. You hesitantly grabbed the pillow, placing it behind your head. It wasn’t any more comfortable than just leaning against the wall, but you were too exhausted to complain.

“Seriously though. I’ll stay here with you if you want to take a nap.” He hums. You open your mouth to protest, but it’s cut off by yet another yawn. Okay, maybe that nap wasn’t a bad idea.

When you wake up, the first thing you notice is that your head is resting on something- or rather, someone. It’s Neito’s shoulder. You shoot up, startling him.

“Woah, hey, what’s the matter???” He asks in pure confusion, looking at you now. You wince, very quickly realizing that there must’ve been a cut or something on your face because holy fuck it stings after resting on it. He notices your momentary discomfort, and it causes him to frown. It’s a burn, from Katsuki’s quirk.

“I can… heal that too.” Neito mumbles. It’s not anything terrible, it would heal on its own with no scarring. Your breath catches in your throat at the thought, but it doesn’t take you very long to nod. He leans forward and plants his lips on your cheek, letting them linger for a moment. The familiar tingly sensation bubbles up beneath your skin, the subtle ache from the injury fading away.

“What… time is it?” You ask, trying to quickly change the subject.

“Three. You were only out for like an hour.”

“Oh…” You look away. You suddenly remember his earlier threat and pull out your phone, using the selfie camera to examine your skin. He didn’t draw on your face after all.

“Oh come on.” Neito can’t help but laugh at how worried you were about it. “I told you I wasn’t going to do it.”

“Give me one good reason why I should trust you.”

“...Because I wouldn’t ruin such a pretty face with marker.” He winks, and you feel your face heating up again. “What? I just fixed your face.” He reaches out to brush his fingertips across your cheek. “Any other injuries I should take care of?” He jokes with a teasing smirk.

“Oh. Well...I think I… uh… split my lip.” You mumble before you can stop yourself. He looks momentarily flustered and his eyes meet yours for a moment before they flicker down to your soft lips. You open your mouth to speak. Apologize, take back what you said because oh my god that was cringe.

Then his mouth is on yours, kissing you with a gentle passion as his hands find your cheeks.

[crowborn666-writes]

Hi hi! Angsty oneshot in which (gn) reader receives texts and other such "evidence" of Monoma cheating on them, and since they were beginning to grow a little distant due to work they believe it? You could make it end with fluff or angst, whichever you prefer- although fluff would be nice <333

I hope you're having a good day or night!

Misunderstanding

(Ohohohoh angst you say? Yes sir/ma’am. Hope I did alright, never written for Monoma before!)

Neito Monoma x Reader

Genre: Angst to Fluff, Romantic

Summary: You find evidence of Monoma cheating on you, or do you?

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Yet another text appeared on your phone, from Kendo again. She had been texting you frequently lately, sending you headlines of Neito supposedly out and about with a girl.

This time the text showed a picture of Neito, out by a coffee shop with the same girl from the headlines, along with a message from Kendo about how she has suspicions.

You chewed your lip, Neito had been away for longer hours lately…

Maybe he was…?

The click of the door lock caught your attention, Neito entering your home with a heavy sigh, his duffel bag plopped down by where you kept your shoes.

“Hello love.” He spoke warmly, smile faltering when he saw your expression. “What’s wrong?”

You glanced from him to your phone, frowning before holding it out. “Kendo has… sent me some texts… and I’m… worried…”

You saw something flicker in Neito’s eyes. “Kendo?”

He took your phone from your outstretched hand, reading through the texts she had sent you.

“This little—!” Neito turned away from the offending text conversation with a huff, his other hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Do you believe her?”

“Well…” your voice cracked with emotion, “you’ve been gone for longer hours… and you have been a big distant at home lately too…”

Neito sighed and run his hand through his hair, setting your phone down on the table. “Kendo’s liked me since UA days. I imagine she’s trying to break us apart. As for me being gone longer hours, there’s been more crime lately, but the press isn’t covering all of it so that’s why you haven’t heard much. And you know paparazzi, creating rumors and such, the girl in the headlines and pictures is a lesbian, love.”

You fell silent, nodding along slowly.

“As for being distant, I have no excuse, I should be spending time with you and I haven’t. And for that I’m sorry.” He took your hands in his, intertwining your fingers. “I’ll make it up to you and I promise you I only want you.”

“You promise?”

“With my whole heart. And if I’m lying you can personally rip it out of me.”

You burst into tears then, relief and admonishment filling you. An apology was on your tongue before Neito was pulling you into a kiss, wiping away your tears.

He breathed little “it’s okay”’s to your lips, wrapping you up in his arms. Your phone buzzed on the table, and Neito only held you tighter, pouring more of his love into your kiss.

[super-paper]

Any thoughts on the leaks from the new chapter??

I really enjoyed the dialogue between izuku and tomura this chapter, especially that unhinged look on izukus face as he says he'll rip the damn rug/cover with his own hands if he has too. And that last panel between izuku and toshi, the "you can be a hero!" scene but now saying he needs to let go of ofa...wow, cinema.

Overall i liked it, but I feel a bit aprehensive about certain things, especially after seeing opinions on twt. I knew izuku would most likely give up ofa at the end of the series, so im sad about it (dont get me wrong, izuku giving up ofa of all things so he can save tomura is beautiful,,,,, but im just a big fan of izuku with ofa and everything that it means 😭 i want him to keep his haunted quirk and ofamily). But then on twt everyone was so hyped up and talking about izuku getting New Order.. which left me confused not gonna lie, bc other than Star pointing at something, I didn't get any idea of Izuku getting her quirk. But again, my reading analysis could be in the mud lol. Some say Aura Might is gonna give up his place for Star in ofa, or afo is joining the fight with his trump card, others say the quirk will spread to class 1A, so when izuku opens the vault door, the vestiges of 1A will help him. I have no idea, anything is possible i suppose. As for izuku, while I think at some point he will give up ofa, I think he might hesitate at first (??) Like toshinori, he connects his worth to having a quirk, so emotionally speaking it won't be easy for him in my opinion. But let's see!

I'm gonna be a bit mean for a second and say that "Izuku getting New Order" and "Class 1A shares OFA (Monoma Neito found dead in Miami)" are by far my least favorite fandom theories lmfao.

Anyway, you're definitely right on the money about this also being a battle Re: Izuku's own self perception and who he is without OFA. Izuku and Tomura's biggest hang ups boil down to how they both perceive themselves and how that perception was essentially forced onto both of them by other people until they both internalized it as "fundamentally true" (Izuku believing that he's worthless/useless, Tomura believing that he's evil and that he's having a ~peachy-keen~ time rn). Chapter 412/413 have set the stage for this conflict to finally come to the forefront, so I'm excited to see where things go.

As for Star, people who believe her quirk is "the will of heroism that's gonna get passed on to Izuku" are missing the point of her character, I feel. Star's quirk was cool, but it was also another shining example of a quirk "not being what makes someone an actual hero"-- Star used her quirk to do some pretty fucked up things during her fight with TomurAFO, and ultimately, the moments where she chose NOT to use her quirk and chose NOT to prioritize "the greater good" over everything else are actually her defining heroic moments:

(^ the implication of this scene being that her vestige stopped short of obliterating AFO because she found Tenko hidden inside him)

Izuku has already inherited "the will of heroism" as Star defines it. The will of heroism is more or less "noticing that someone needs help and choosing to act on it." There is beauty in simplicity and trying to work "Izuku obtaining new order" into the mix takes the focus away from that, I feel. Star notices Tenko needs help, and instead of using the last embers of her existence to extinguish AFO, she instead uses those embers to reach out to Toshi and point out where Tenko has hidden himself. Toshi alerts Kudou, who then decides to place his faith in Izuku's ability to save Tomura's heart, and so on and so forth.

(A certain someone else also inherited that will, but he's just being a massive fucking tsundere about it. Can't wait for someone to finally call his ass out when the inevitable mind-meld happens.) (/hj)

Anyway, I feel u regarding the OFA vestiges-- but at the same time, I think it's good that they're finally being allowed some autonomy in how they choose to go out considering how they lived/died in the first place. I still maintain that we're gonna end up whittling OFA down to Yoichi, Toshi, and Nana bc they're the three most deeply connected to Tomura (in addition to having the most unresolved feelings and lingering regrets centered around Tomura/AFO). I also think it's pretty neat how "One for All" is now coming apart at the seams because they're starting to work together for "the one" rather than the "all," if you catch my drift ;)

[duxearlier]

MIXED FEELINGS

Neito Monoma x Reader

Synopsis: y/n l/n an ordinary college student who is trying their best to just graduate. Though even if they were quite known around the campus there are still some people who disliked them. One being no other than Neito Monoma. So what happens when they get paired up on a project and he changes y/n's life completely?

warning: swearing, bullying, abuse, drinking, suggestive themes, teasing.

genre: collage au, social media au, no quirks, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff.

taglist: open

CHAPTER FOURTEEN || TO THE RESCUE

<chapter thirteen || materlist || chapter fifteen>

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'Shit shit shit- please be okay-'

Neito thought to himself as he ran through the streets, towards y/n's House. His heart was racing against his chest but that didn't stop him from going faster trying his best to reach the location that he was given as fast as possible. A lot of thoughts were running through his head and honestly they weren't very good, to be truthful, he was absolutely terrified and only can hope that y/n was safe and sound. It took him a while to get there but after a bit, he managed to get to y/n's House.

Silently cursing to himself on how far they live, he moves to the front door as he wanted to check if it was unlocked, there was no point of knocking in the first place.

Before he could reach the door, it slammed open shut and a drunk male wobbles out, yelling curses and threats. Neito glared at the man, just watching him leave. As much as he wanted to hit him, he had a bigger problem at the moment. So,,he rushed inside, immediately calling out. "y/n?!" He called out loudly, moving around the house to try and find them. It made him uneasy that there was no response but after calling out to them, there was finally a response. "Neito?"

y/n sounded very very off, voice shaky and immediately the blonde made his way to it. Reaching a door, he slowly opened it, eyes widening at the sight. "Shit-. y/n!" He gasps, rushing over to them and kneeling down infroth of them.

There they were, laying on the ground. Their clothes were a bit ripped and he could notice there was multiple bruises on them "shit shit-. We need to leave now" he spoke as y/n took a deep breath. "I need- clothes-" they said, trying to get up but Neito stopped them. "Don't move. I can pack some stuff just tell me what you want and where it is" he spoke, standing up "then ill carry you back to my house and we are telling your friends' ' he spoke, glaring at them in case they wanted to argue but to his surprise they agreed. So, y/n told what stuff they needed and where it was as neito packed up their stuff. He was trying his best to be quick since he didn't want y/n's father to be back while both of them were here. After few minutes, he finally moved over to y/n. "Okay, I got everything, let's get out of here. Do not move. I'll just carry you" he spoke, helping them up at first before letting them on his back, giving them a piggy back.

With that, he carried y/n out of their room and out of the house, immediately making his way towards his house. "You okay there?" He made sure to check up on them, getting back a hum or a small response. Though when they reached Neito's house, y/n was passed out.

The blonde placed them down on the bed in the guest room, immediately going to get the first aid kit and treating the injuries. This was it, Nieto is definitely going to make y/n tell their friends about this. Though, he really hoped that they would stay with him and for some reason he didn't know why. He felt like he needed to take care of them, even if he knew that y/n's friends could do a better job then him in the first place.

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taglist: @legolashaught @touyatodorokislut @otomegame-oneshots @dokxxhvhdklkkjjhhgggdj @blue-violin @speadrunner @jamesiies

[dynmghts]

On May 14th, following their terrible escapades into the fractures of Monoma's psyche, Setsuna would toss a printed digital photograph onto Bakugo's desk-- of Monoma, bedraggled and wide-eyed, caught in the flash, standing under a "Happy Birthday" sign and of course, covered in glitter. He looked like he had just been in the trenches sieging Party City. Shell shock from a confetti cannon.

"He's totally gonna want to kill you for that, so I figured I'd bring you a souvenir to enjoy. Y'know, so you have something to look at after he poisons you, or something."

nothing could be more gratifying than knowing he had successfully dished out the perfect revenge against monoma neito on his birthday.

yes, there are bound to be some repercussions to the ordeal ... [ as setsuna said while passing the photo - he could very well be looking at being poisoned within the next week. if he's unlucky, he might get something that is somehow worse than his glitter extravaganza. ] ... but the more katsuki looks at the pathetic wet-cat look on monoma's face in the photo, deep-set satisfaction takes over any inkling of fear he should have. he grabs his phone out and snaps a picture of it. just in case he loses the physical copy. mostly.

and yes, it was most definitely an overreaction to monoma neito shoving his face into a cake right before classes started. but it was hard to care about that, really, with how disgruntled the other blond looked in his new souvenir.

❛ next time, i'm hiring on a few more hands to make his next birthday even better than this. ❜ better is a subjective term. for neito, it would actually mean worse. maybe more so if the young bakugou could potentially enlist his brother on a daring business venture... ❛ good thing i ain't gonna be accepting any wild shit he's got planned to get me back with. gonna have to find a more unique way of killing me. already came back from the dead once, anyway, he better watch it. ❜

but if he does die again, he's gonna have to make sure the entire class knows he thinks it was 100% worth every second.

@quirkthieves / rip monoma.

[elfecassepied]

Happy new year!

The gals are attending some fancy party and they slay here ✨✨✨. This piece takes place in an AU entitled "The Bitches Triplet" and I take the occasion to info dump a little about it:

The Bitches Triplet AU

-Neito, Denki and Mina are triplets.

-Neito and Denki took their father's name "Monoma" while Mina has their mother's name "Kaminari" (rip the Ashido name but choices need to be made) and this + Mina’s mutation make that people don't always realize she is related to them.

-But the brothers are very protective of their little sister so people better be talking no shit. Even if Mina can handle them because she's Queen™ ✨💅.

-They're all protective of each other anyway, in the "living without you is like living without a limb" kind of way.

-Their father is a business man and the heir of a wealthy British family, yes they're half-British.

-When they met Yuuga for the first time the four of them felt a disturbance in the force, the sudden genetic urge to either fight to death or make out in the instant. The tension is very tangible.

-A+ parenting, their mother is most of the time out living the rich man’s wife dream while their father is often busy and puts a lot of expectations on their shoulders, especially Neito’s. Their main caretaker is their nanny (which is an OC of mine I will talk about an other time), she’s a very lovely and lovable person and a good parental figure 😔.

-They’re all a different flavour of nerds. I don’t make the rules 😌.

-They got the triplet’s sixth sense, mostly use it to make shenanigans, no one in Yuei is safe (of course minus Nedzu because he’s Nedzu duh).

-Neito be like “fuck class 1A, I hate all of you (except Denki and Mina)”

Kiri “Why we did nothing 😢😢😢”

Jirou “How the fuck do you talk in parenthesis”

-They’re fashionable ✨✨✨, wearing matching outfits at gala (like I draw) and being extra 🕶️

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Soulmate au, Izuku/Monoma/Iida. And it's for the pain soulmate? Like you feel every single pain you're soulmate goes through.

 Izuku’s hurt. He’s screaming in pain, doubled over. His mother is terrified and trying to soothe him.

 “Baby what’s wrong?!” Inko asks. 

 “They hurt!” Izuku is eight and he’s not a cry baby but hes sobbing. “Mama! My legs hurt so bad!”

 “Where baby?” Inko tries to ask. People are looking at them, all with expressions of worry. One of whom she thinks is a brand new hero. Ingenium? She thinks that’s the name. She isn’t sure, she only moved to the Hosu district recently after discovering her soulmate who lived there.

 “My legs! Mama I think it’s my soulmate!” Izuku cries. “It feels like something is getting pulled out of them!”

 That’s a horrifying thought, and Inko already begins to wonder how best to murder someone for Quirk discrimination when the new hero steps forward. He wears a helmet so she can’t tell who he is, but he speaks up quickly.

 “Where? I might know who it is.”

 Inko doesn’t want to murder a hero but she might.

-

 Inko doesn’t need to murder the hero, because apparently his Quirk has the family Quirk of needing to be ripped off to regrow into a stronger version. His little brother was ripping them out of his calves and they told the soulmate they knew about, unaware of Izuku. It does get her some pointed questions about Izuku and raising her son that makes her very aware of how much Izuku’s been hiding from her about Katsuki. 

 Sitting and watching Izuku cautiously speak with a blue haired kid and a blonde boy, she hopes that things work out. Tenya and Neito seem like nice boys, and upon hearing Izuku’s dreams began plotting how to train with him. A good sign. 

 Watching as the three begin discussing how to use Tenya to speed Neito through villains to copy Quirks is funny. More so when the parents look a little nervous. 

 Her son would fit in well.

[h3x-a-g0n3]

☆Minors dni☆

This is your first and last warning only people 17+ should view this

Prompt

Neito monoma x trans villian denki ftm

Dacryphilia,Electrostimulation,really sweet and rough sex, cigarette smoking, overstimulation,dirty talk, mentioning of t-dick [ which is what happens when a trans person ftm takes testosterone and there vulva gets bigger/longer in a way]

This is m first post so it's gonna be pretty vanilla-ish its kind of a way to fix possible writers block :,) '

So go ahead get your drink, your snacks and just read

Neito walks down a dark alley by a club the faint sound of dripping water and music fill the thin abandoned alleyway. His blue eyes glancing hearing occasional racket that most likely is just a racoon or wild animal in the dumpsters.

He digs into his back pocket pulling out a carton of cigarettes and a lighter, pulling a cigarette out and sticking it in between his soft lips and flicking the gear on his lighter causing a flame to spew out of it, the cigarette glows red before he let's go of the button putting the carton and lighter back into his pocket. He takes a long drag from the cigarette the warm smoke trickling down his throat, soon the smoke is comming back out the smell of tobacco filling the air, he sighs before he hears steps his eyes dart in the direction there comming from.

A pair of deep golden eyes meet his a grunt leaving his lips along with smoke from the cigarette.

"W-who the hell are you-" he stiffles out still taking drags out of his cigarette.

"You don't know me neito?, I thought you'd know me the best!" The mysterious gold eyed monster pauses then laughs "And what did I tell you about smoking sunflower?" He hums cocking his head ever so slightly eyebrows furrowed.

"Denki-?" He questions but it comes out sounding more like a hoarse cry.

"Oh goody you do remember me!, I mean how could you forget that you fucked one of the most studious villains in the area" denki hums

"No- no- I didn't I fucked the sweet, caring, and funny denki who was the goofball of class 1-A" neito rambles out roughly

Denki gets closer to neito ripping the cigarette from his mouth

"Fuck that school, fuck my past life, no one in that school took me seriously, this was the only way I could be taken seriously, only way people wouldn't see me as weak" denki growls

"Denki I took you seriously, I knew you were hero material, denks you could've done so much" neito whines disappointed stepping closer to denki cupping his face.

Denki let's out a choked out stiffled sob, overwhelming emotions comming over him.

Neito elopes him in a deep hug "Denks I missed you so much. You just left without a trace. Everyone was so worried. Why...just why." Neito mumbles into the top of denkis soft blonde locks tracing small circles into his back

"You didn't miss me no one did no one came looking. No one cared." He spits

"Denki I've been hurting everyday since you left, let me show you how much I've missed you, let me please" neito hums placing his lips against denkis denki groaning in return.

Neito pushes denki against the wall of the alleyway a tight grip and denkis plush hips that will definitely be bruised later.

"I'm gonna show you how much I still fucking love you denks."He groans

He kisses denkis neck softly suckling on the skin nipping at it leaving his pale skin more red than before sucking on spots harder than other leaving deep purple marks. Denki let's out deeper breathing his head feels like it's spinning He feels so heavy soft throbs growing in his pants his boxers getting too hot around his womanhood.

"C..can you take off my pants" denki squawks out

"Of course denks" neito smiles before slowly tracking his hands down to denkis pants gently unbuttoning them,jerking them off his plush hips pulling them down his strawberry dotted thighs and scared legs denki wobbles on and off each foot to kick them off.

Neito gets back up to denkis level and pulls off denkis shirt. Denki hisses the cold air hitting his bare chest.

" your chest is so handsome" neito praises tracing his fingers over the pink scars under denkis pecks before kissing around his nips softly lolling his tounge around him, denki let's out a soft hum petting neitos ashy yellow hair.

Neito rubs up and down denkis boxers feeling the dampend fabric on his fingers. A gasp leaves denkis mouth at the sudden pressure against his clothed clit.

"Mm...that feels really good neito~" he groans his breathing more labored

"Mmm I'm glad baby" he leeches

Neito takes his hands away, a whine emiting from denki,neito unties his jogging pants pulling them down steping out of them quickly and pulling down his boxers his dick springing out of them he grabs denki slowly pulling down denkis boxers

"Mmmm your t-dick is so pretty honey and soaked" he hums lovingly slowly running his fingers up and down denkis cunt. Gasp emitting from denki, neito pulls off his jacket laying it on the cool pavement laying denki down on it. He softly spreads denkis legs open licking up denki tasting him. He puts two fingers into denki curling them upwards denki bucks his hips upwards a soft moan leaving his swollen and wet lips "m' feels so good" denki groans

Neito starts going faster while sucking and flicking his tounge over denkis t-dick whines and groans boiling out of denkis mouth minuets later denki groans out "m' bout' to cum neito"

Neito stops pulling out his fingers and releasing his mouth from in-between denkis legs, receiving a frustrated cry from denki

Denki sits up and grabs neito by the throat letting soft waves of electricity shoot through neito causing a moan to slip through neitos lips and his dick to throb

"Monoma I need you to fuck me m'kay, I've not been fucked in awhile, I need you to fucking ruin me, cum inside of me, ruin me darling" denki growls huffing at the end of his sentence roughly releasing neito

Neito smirks before pushing denki roughly on the ground pinning his hands above his head and pushing his dick into denkis hole, denki squeaks in shock. Neito starts messily trusting in and out roughly like an animal in heat

"Mm. M'kn me feel s' good neito" denki moans out breathily

"M'all yours denks m' gonna make you feel so good gonna ruin you with m' cock" neito groans out messily

Neito picks up a steady pace rocking his hips in and out the only sounds being heard are the soft grunts from neito and high pitched moans and squeaks from denki along with sound of dampend skin making contact.

Neito uses his other free hand and puts it around denkis throat the other on denkis wrist

"M' gonna cum monoma gonna cum" denki whines out bucking his hips neito stops

Another frustrated cry bubbles from denki some tears falling from his golden eyes.

Neito starts to rock his hips again but with more force denki starts to shake again his thighs trembling quivering breaths, "mm cu- Cumming neito!" Denki shreaks the tingles releasing in his tummy groans falling from his lips messily strings of cuss words falling with. Neito dosent stop he keeps going he keeps going with the same rough pace removing the hand from denkis throat to rub denkis swollen t-dick that's slathered in slick from his hole, denki mewls tears falling from now the overstimulation on his lower area, the sobs just cause neito to get harder and twitch inside of denki seconds later another organ builds up in denki soon releasing a silent scream dripping from his mouth.

"F.fuck I'm gonna cum denks I'm gonna make you so full baby" neito groans huskily

Neito with a few more messy thrust fills and covers denkis insides with his cum he slowly pulls out as denkis hole convulse, and twitch now all thats heard is sniffling from denki and heavy breathing from the both of them, neito cleans up denki the best he can at the moment, soon taking denki back to his small penthouse and properly bathing him.

They cuddling soon falling into a deep deep sleep<3

AHHHHHUUGGH MY FIRST SMUT I LOWKEY LOVE IT AND HATE IT CAUSE MY WRITERS BLOCK IS FUCKING ME OVER 🫡🫡 BUT ANYWAYS ILL POST LATER HAHAHAHAH!

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Think: Chapter Eighty-Eight: Quirkphobia

My Hero Academia Fan Fiction by Agent ARK 88

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction using characters and settings from My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not claim any ownership of characters present in this piece that are owned and created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not own My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia.

Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Warnings: This work contains mild language and violence.

Please be aware this piece is in second person perspective, following my original character, Think, Anna Kokoro, who is a transfer student from America.

Chapter Eighty-Eight: Quirkphobia

Bakugo was outside your door the next morning as promised. He was no longer covered in the previous night’s grime. Surprisingly, Shinso actually waved to you on his way by both of you. It was the most positive thing that he’d done since you’d come back. Bakugo flipped him off as he passed, and Shinso returned the favor after lowering his hand from the wave.

Bakugo must have told Kirishima he couldn’t come this morning because he wasn’t anywhere in sight. Bakugo had ripped your backpack off of your back, and he was carrying it along with his own.

“What the hell you got in here? It’s heavy as shit,” he grumbled.

“You can give it back,” you said. “I don’t mind carrying my own stuff. It’s just books.”

Bakugo clicked his tongue. “Just books my ass.” He tightened his jaw. “It’s heavy, not too heavy for me. I’ll carry it.”

You pressed your lips together, trying not to say something else that might upset him.

“I wouldn’t mind us working next to each other during my work-study,” he mumbled out.

“What?” you asked in surprise.

“Don’t read too much into it, Big Brain. I just mean it would be better if I could keep an eye on your clumsy ass while you’re out in the field.” His face flushed. He shifted your bookbag over his shoulder.

“Oh,” you said dejectedly.

“Not that you fall much anymore anyway,” he huffed out.

You faintly smiled at that. You rubbed the back of your neck. “I’ve got a bit of catching up to do since my leave of absence. Can’t really argue about my clumsiness. I’ll do my best so you won’t have to keep an eye on me as much,” you said.

Bakugo shrugged. “I don’t mind keeping an eye on you.” Bakugo tugged absently at his loose school-uniform tie. “But, don’t get used to it, Big Brain.”

“Okay…” you responded, watching his tense expression. “Thank you, Katsuki.”

Bakugo’s eyes widened, but he refused to look back at you. His face turned as red as his eyes. He muttered something about you being an idiot before trekking far ahead. You covered a giggle, picking up the pace to keep up with him.

Bakugo remained with you for the entirety of the day. Jett Gibson and Neito Monoma did not appear once. As Bakugo held the door open for your dorm room at the end of the day, you caught Shinso walking by. He paused in the hallway this time, raising his hand lazily in greeting to you. You raised your hand in return, grinning. Maybe, he was ready to start talking to you again.

Bakugo’s glare flashed over to the teenage boy. “Keep walking, Brain Drain,” he snapped.

“It’s a public space,” Shinso said, content expression falling. “I can do what I want.”

“Feel free to do nothing, like you did when they forced her to leave here,” Bakugo shot back.

Rage filtered through Shinso’s expression. He clenched his jaw. “Don’t act like you know everything I’ve done for her, sacrificed for her.”

“Hitoshi,” you said softly, heart breaking. You never asked him to take on any burdens, especially on your behalf. He was hurting far more than you thought he had been.

Shinso balled his fists at his sides. His glare bore into Bakugo. “You have no right—”

“Bullshit, that I have no right!” Bakugo cut him off. His fingers dug into your dorm door, and the wood cracked. “You knew what happened! I thought you were just suffering like the rest of us, in the dark, not knowing where they’d taken her. I gave you the benefit of the doubt, even stuck my neck out for your shitty attitude, but you knew what had happened the entire time. You didn’t stay awake wondering. You didn’t tear your room apart, hoping to find something to remember her by. You didn’t spend hours trying to find a way to bring her back. You didn’t have to worry. You knew. And, you watched me fear that the worst had happened.” Bakugo released the door from his grip, crossing the hallway toward Shinso.

You grabbed the door before it could slam shut again. Bakugo’s words slowly sunk into your mind. He had worried, worried more than you thought that he had. Aizawa should have been able to give him enough information so that he knew you were okay. Bakugo didn’t have to torture himself like that for you.

Bakugo shoved his finger into Shinso’s face, pointing him out as if he was the culprit for all the pain he’d been feeling. “You didn’t—”

“I did,” Shinso snapped. “I did worry. Is that what you wanted to hear? I spent every night, wondering if I had said or done something different that day that she would have still been in school with us. She gave us a second chance to stay here, or did you forget? We would have been expelled if she hadn’t stuck her neck out for us. So, of course, I was trying to do everything in my power to get her back. I pleaded with Mr. Aizawa to tell me more, tell me where she actually ended up. I didn’t have the pleasure of getting that information. All I knew was that they took her away from here, from me.” Shinso clenched at his chest. “Don’t tell me that I didn’t do anything, when I did everything that I physically could to get her back, but it wasn’t enough.”

Your heart tightened in your chest. Your bottom lip quivered as you realized, even though you were no longer with them, that you were causing them such anguish, such heartache. You shut your dorm door, reaching your hand out toward them meekly.

Bakugo lowered his accusatory finger. “If you think keeping quiet about the last time you saw her was the right thing to do, then you’re a bigger dumbass than I thought you were, Eyebags.” Bakugo clicked his tongue.

“What could you have done even if I told you?” Shinso bit back. “You’re not exactly level-headed about situations, and you eventually found out as much as I did. A lot of help that was. Neither of us found her on our own accord. It took a villain threatening her again to get us to her.”

“I’m standing right here,” you choked out. Tears blurred your vision. “You don’t have to talk about me like I’m not right here.” You clasped your hands together, sniffling pitifully. You tried wiping away at the tears with the palm of your hand to no avail. You knew you looked a mess. You were a mess. “I’m sorry.”

Bakugo and Shinso turned to you in a simultaneous reaction of concern, nearly colliding with each other in the process. They stopped short, scowling at one another.

“Don’t fight because of me. It was my fault. I messed up one too many times. I’m trying to do better,” you said, attempting fruitlessly to quiet your sobs.

“Stop it,” Bakugo snapped at you, which only made you freeze momentarily before you burst into more aggressive tears.

“Really?” Shinso asked Bakugo.

Bakugo glared at him, but he refused to respond further. Shinso slowly approached you, keeping his hands firmly in his pockets.

“Kitten, it’s not your fault,” Shinso said softly. “No one thinks it’s your fault you left. Not even Mr. Aizawa.”

“But, it is my fault.” You clenched your fingers over the bottom hem of your skirt, fidgeting with the pleats restlessly. “It’s because of my quirk that I kept getting attacked. Sure, it wasn’t fair for my parents to blame U.A. for what had happened, and I can’t help sleepwalking, but I should have laid low. It’s my own fault that I keep getting so much attention. It’s me. If I could just… I should have just…” You bit hard into your bottom lip.

Bakugo’s and Shinso’s eyes widened at your confession.

“You and your quirk aren’t the problem, Anna. Your parents filling your head with those anti-quirk ideas are the problem,” Bakugo said.

“They were attacked because of me too,” you choked out.

“No, they weren’t,” Shinso said. “You’re not to blame for what villains do.”

“I am. This time I am,” you confessed because you truly an honestly knew that it was your fault. Kobura attacking your parents was your fault. All you wanted to do was get back into U.A., and Kobura knew how to do it. He hurt your parents for you.

“What are you on about?” Bakugo asked.

“It’s my fault.” You tugged absently at your braid, feeling like you wanted to curl up in a corner.

“Kitten, calm down,” Shinso gently said.

“My quirk is—”

“Anna! Will you stop it? Your quirk has nothing to do with you being forced out of this school. This school was built for quirk users. Nothing you did or have done has ever been out of hatred. Nothing that has happened to you is your fault. It’s the damn Extras around you that’s the problem. So, stop your blubbering.” Bakugo scowled, jerking his head in the direction of Shinso. “Eyebags and I aren’t fighting anymore, so you can stop beating yourself up over it, alright? We just want you to be okay.”

Your gaze darted between the two of them, small sobs still escaping your gasping mouth. “You’re not upset with me?” you asked.

“Of course not,” Bakugo snapped back. “It’s not your fault.”

Erratic breathing replaced the crying. Shinso adjusted his posture, leaning toward you. His hand was out, but he didn’t try to touch you.

“Breathe, Kitten. You’re okay. Everything is okay,” Shinso said. He offered out his hand, and you latched onto it. He drew small circles over your knuckles with his thumb.

Slowly but surely, your breathing regulated. The tears dried and embarrassment set in. Shinso let you release his hand in your own time, but as soon as you had detached from each other, Bakugo swept in. It frightened you how quickly his hands were on your face. His thumbs brushed away your tears, and he helped fix your posture, your hair, and your clothing.

“Was that at all necessary?” Shinso asked, rolling his eyes.

“It’s like it never happened,” Bakugo said softly to you. “And, we’ve talked about this before. You need to be kinder to yourself, Anna.”

This earned a disconcerted noise from Shinso, but Bakugo ignored him. As if to avoid upsetting you further, Bakugo helped you back over to your dorm room. He helped you open the door, holding it like he had done before. He cringed as his fingers settled into the damage that he’d done to the door.

“You need to rest,” he said, gently ushering you inside your room.

You glanced back at Shinso. Bakugo noticed but held back a snide remark. Shinso gave you a reassuring smile, lopsided as it usually was, charming.

“Go ahead, Kitten. We’re all good here. You don’t need to worry about us. We can behave when we want to,” Shinso said.

Bakugo clenched his jaw but shrugged when your attention shifted toward him again. You finally entered your room, and Bakugo gently shut the door behind you. He tested the door before he left to make sure he hadn’t broken it. You barely heard Bakugo and Shinso exchange muffled words, before it went quiet again.

                                                          …

You were startled awake by an explosion rattling your wall. You shot out of bed, and you reached the door in an instant. Your fingers brushed the cold metal handle, and hesitation coiled its tendrils around you. Before you could contemplate why you’d reacted in such a way, another blast shook your wall. You ripped the door open, turning in the direction of the noise.

Jett Gibson grinned smugly up at Katsuki Bakugo. The two of them were no more than three feet away from your door. Bakugo’s palm was smoldering, planted just above Gibson’s head, on the wall, as if he’d been threatening him only moments before. Jett’s orange eyes shifted. His gaze met yours, and a shiver ran through his body.

“Don’t even look at her,” Bakugo snapped, slamming his hand into Jett’s chest. He bared his teeth like a beast at him. He’d gotten riled up before, sure, but it didn’t seem like Bakugo to get physical like that with another student, especially when he’d tried so hard not to in the classroom earlier.

“W-what’s going on?” you managed.

“This Extra was just passing by, weren’t you?” Bakugo growled out into Jett’s face.

Jett didn’t even flinch. His attention was wholly on you, your movements. It didn’t make sense. He was acting like Bakugo wasn’t the threat at all. He was acting like you were the most powerful thing in the hallway.

“I came to apologize,” Jett said with a shaky voice.

“Bullshit!” Bakugo snapped, pressing his forearm into Jett’s neck. “Don’t listen to a word this prick says.”

“I’m not sure why you’re being so violent when I have yet to attack you,” Jett said calmly back to Bakugo.

“You know exactly what set me off. Don’t play dumb,” Bakugo snarled at him. You had no idea how long the two of them were talking before you’d appeared, but it was enough to make Bakugo practically seethe.

“Katsuki, give him a chance to talk,” you said.

Bakugo’s eyes widened. A muscle feathered in his clenched jaw. “He’s done enough talking. And, if you try that persuasion bullshit on me again, Extra, that wall’s not the only thing that will be smoldering, got it? I’ve dealt with far more suggestion quirks than yours, asshole.” Bakugo glanced in your direction, before he was back on Jett. “You try anything else with her, and you’re dead.” Bakugo paused, scanning the boy in front of him. He took a step back, releasing Jett, but ready to jump back in if need be.

Jett swept back his disheveled hair. His hands shook between the strands. “As I was saying, I came to apologize.” Jett couldn’t seem to meet your eyes.

You crossed your arms over your chest, willing to hear him out but not really sure how to respond.

“I know I have been cruel to you in the past, but there was a reason for my behavior,” Jett said. From his back pocket, Jett procured a white rose. “I shouldn’t have acted so deplorably before, but you have to understand, I hadn’t realized how powerful you’d become.” He twisted the rose between his fingers, a thorn pricking his thumb. “If I’d known what your quirk actually was back then, things might have been different. Everyone thought you were weird, that you used their thoughts against them, and I thought the same. When you confessed to me, I just thought you were using me, so I got scared—”

Bakugo clicked his tongue. Impatience practically steaming out of his ears. He kept his words to himself, as you’d yet to speak.

“I liked you too,” Jett admitted.

You blinked at him, remembering the cruelty in his actions, in his words all those years ago. You carried that scar from your past for so long. It was hard for you to believe that he actually liked you. Those feelings that you had had for him had long since been dead and gone. After being rejected, you were heartbroken. You knew the kind of person Jett was, and it was anything but what you had known of him when he was your friend.

“You’re lying,” you said, feeling your past child-self quiver with anxiety. It had taken you so long to trust people again, and you wouldn’t be so easily swayed by honeyed words.

“But, I did really like you. If I had confessed my own feelings in front of everyone, our classmates would have just tormented us both.” Jett put his hands together, the rose hanging lifelessly in his grasp. “Don’t be selfish, Shortcake. You have to see things from my perspective. You would have done the same thing in my position.”

“She would have never—” Bakugo’s enraged retort was cut off by a pleading look from you. He shifted his offensive stance, fingers quaking and ready to fight. He held his tongue, only because it was you.

You eased forward, keeping your face as emotionless as you could. Jett smiled in eagerness. He held out the rose toward you, anticipating you to reciprocate his “feelings.” The way he held it toward you was like someone holding out a snack for a rabid predator. He seemed exhilarated yet terrified by your approach, and you began to put the pieces together in your mind. He was scared of you, of what you had become.

You reached out for the ghostly flower. Bakugo looked ready to spring on you both. His eyes tracked your hand the entire way to the bloom. Bakugo shook his head, scowling.

You picked the rose from Jett’s hand, feeling past emotions rush through you like a summer wind. He was the only one who had shown you any form of kindness back then. He broke your heart, that much was undeniable, but it couldn’t have all just been to rip you apart. At least, that’s what you wanted to think.

“I’d given you a red rose, hoping you would have accepted my feelings for you. You’d shown me such kindness…” Your finger prodded at one of the white petals. Strands of memory surfaced in your mind. Your hair floated on an invisible breeze. You hesitated for a moment, glancing up at Jett.

Jett was frozen in place. His smile had tensed. There wasn’t affection behind those eyes. He sought to make amends because he knew what you’d become, but if he had actually cared about you the way that you thought he did, he would have known that you yourself hadn’t changed. Or, maybe, in some ways, you had. Your quirk and power were the only visible changes that had happened, but on the inside, you had changed. You were no longer the scared little girl who would do anything to hide her quirk.

You glanced at Bakugo. His expression was almost the exact opposite of Jett’s. Emotion creased the corners of his eyes. A vague sense of worry put tension in his jaw as his attention shifted between you and the flower. He kept his fidgeting hands at bay, although his instincts to protect you were obvious by the way sweat glistened off of his skin.

You gave Bakugo a weak smile. No, you hadn’t changed much. You were just able to express yourself better now. You let your mind stream toward Jett’s, letting him see what you saw of him, before that day: the hours of mindless conversations, the care in which he took to make sure you were smiling, and the evening walks you’d shared together. You played games when you were younger, heroes and villains. Though you both always wanted to be the hero, and you cried when you ever had to pretend to be mean to him. He’d always share half of his cookie with you when your parents weren’t looking. He’d always make sure to slow down his pace when you couldn’t keep up. You didn’t show him how things had changed, drawing your mind back before the rumors began to spread about your quirk. You didn’t show him the bullies that would wait for him to leave. You didn’t want to show him slowly slipping away from the good times, though you knew it was happening.

Things were different now. You’d almost forgotten the good times because they’d been overshadowed by the bad, by that day. You wished you never handed him that rose. You might have been able to become friends again. Things might have been different.

Jett stumbled a bit back after you stopped sharing the past. You saw the confusion. He didn’t remember those times like you did, did he? You cupped your hand around the head of the flower. Jett’s eyes widened. You gently lifted the rose with your quirk, sending it back to him.

“You had been kind to me in the past. I’m afraid my feelings have changed since then. I can’t accept this. I’m sorry,” you said.

“But…” Jett was at a loss for words. He stared at the floating flower in utter horror, afraid to grasp it out of the air. “You liked me. You couldn’t possibly think that you’re better off without me—”

Bakugo let out a low growl. His patience was wearing thinner by the minute. You stood firm in your resolve, knowing now that you had moved on. Things were better for you. With friends like Bakugo, Shinso, Kirishima, and Shoto, you weren’t alone anymore.

“Things aren’t the same anymore.” You smiled bitterly, turning your gaze downward. “You started treating me poorly, but I forgive you for that. We were much younger then after all. I want to move on from the pain.” You shrugged. “I hope we can become friends again, like we were in the past. But, I don’t think we could ever be exactly like we were when things were the best, and that’s okay.”

Jett’s eyebrows furrowed. “You forgive me?”

Bakugo visibly tensed at the coarseness of the question. Your resolve wavered.

“I didn’t do anything wrong. How can you forgive me?” Anger rippled away from Jett like a wave of heat. The hesitation within him flickered. He aggressively snatched the flower from the air, and you felt the forcefulness against the ebbing strand of your mind. He crushed the flower like he’d done so many times before. “You should be begging me for forgiveness! I-I don’t care what your quirk has become. You’re the one that’s wrong here.”

You winced, taking a step back.

“That didn’t take long, asshole,” Bakugo snapped, taking your sudden change in posture and demeanor as a form of permission, as he drew back a sparking palm to make contact with Jett.

“You won’t touch me, dog!” Jett yelled at him. His modulation quirk grated on your senses with harsh vigor, as you felt the persuasive vibrations in his throat being released.

Bakugo’s hand stopped inches from Jett, as if hitting an invisible wall. You cupped your hands over your ears to keep out the strange sound of Jett’s voice. A door down the hallway creaked open. A dimly lit figure plodded out into the hallway. Shinso’s disheveled indigo locks shifted into the light as he leaned back.

“What is all the damn noise for? Some of us are trying to get to sleep. Don’t you think you should find somewhere else to be idiots?” he called out groggily. His bare chest and loose-fitting blue pants reflected his exhaustion. He spotted you first and then Jett and Bakugo in a frozen battle.

“Mind your—” Jett’s voice caught in his throat. He had answered a direct question from Shinso, and he was now under his quirk’s power.

Shinso grinned like Aizawa as he approached Jett from behind. “How about you mind your manners and go to bed?” Shinso’s slender fingers clamped around the boy’s shoulder. He leaned down to whisper into Jett’s ear. “While you’re at it, I’m going to give you a little suggestion of your own. Leave Anna Kokoro alone. If you see her, you’ll turn away and won’t say a word, got it? Now, go.”

Jett obeyed. His zombie-like form marched in the direction of where you could only assume was his dorm room. Shinso watched Jett’s retreating form with exhausted amusement. Bakugo finally shook off Jett’s previous suggestion, freeing himself just as Jett had entered the stairwell. He spat out a string of swear words, glaring at Shinso.

“Took you long enough,” Bakugo snapped.

Shinso shrugged off the comment. “You didn’t invite me to your little face-off. I’m just glad there will be some peace and quiet in this hallway. You were causing a damn racket out here.” Shinso’s violet eyes slid back toward you. “Kitten, you good?”

You straightened, nervously fidgeting with a loose strand of hair. “Yeah,” you said softly. But, you weren’t sure if you were or not. Things had happened so fast. You were glad that you stuck up for yourself, but it didn’t turn out the way that you had hoped for.

Shinso’s gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, before sleep drew a long yawn from his lips. “If you need me, you know where to find me,” he said drearily.

Shinso stood still for a breath or two, maybe, to give you time to request him to stay, but you didn’t. Shinso slowly made his way back into his room; the click of the door being shut sent a wave of dread through you. You gulped, hands shaking. You crossed your arms awkwardly over your chest to keep the quivering from showing.

It was only you and Bakugo now. His vermillion gaze watched you tentatively, seeing right through you, like it did everyone else. He crossed the hallway, his calloused hand already on your elbow, guiding you toward your door.

“Let’s get you back to bed,” he said.

Bakugo waited for you to unlock your dorm room door, before, surprisingly, he guided you inside. The door shut behind both of you, and you gasped in a breath as Bakugo’s arms circled you in protection. He put his face on your shoulder, making it difficult for you to turn back to him.

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t more careful. I was trying to take care of it myself.” Bakugo let out a breath of air that sent heat from your neck all the way up to your reddening cheeks.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. “Did you stay out there all night because you were worried Jett would come to my dorm?”

Bakugo clicked his tongue, but it was half-hearted. “I wasn’t worried.” He shifted, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, a surprising amount of affection coming from him. “I just wanted to make sure…” he trailed off. “I knew that prick would try to mess with you again. He’d be an idiot to try something with me around you, so I thought he might confront you when you were alone.” Bakugo buried his face closer to your neck, when you tried to get a peek at his expression. “I’m glad that I did stay because he did try something, but I had to lie to Mr. Aizawa to do it. I think Aizawa knew what I was up to because he looked ready to drag my ass to bed when I told him that I was going to the common area kitchen.”

You stiffened in Bakugo’s hold. “What if you would have gotten in trouble?” you asked, but you suddenly felt relieved that he had been out there the whole time. Had you had to confront Jett yourself, things would have gone very differently.

“It wouldn’t have been anything new,” Bakugo grumbled out. “Besides, it was worth it to make sure you were okay.” He tightened his grip on you as if you’d suddenly disappear. He breathed in shakily. “That Extra doesn’t deserve you in his life. He doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you.”

“What?” you asked.

“I wanted to rip him apart for accusing you of being the reason for his cruelty. I know damn well that he was the one that chose to mistreat you.” Bakugo pulled his head back, turning his face away from you. “Still, I admire your ability to see the best in people. You were willing to give him another chance, and he didn’t deserve it, but you still offered to let him start over.” Bakugo sighed. “You can forgive what happened in the past?” His last statement came out like a nervous question, as if he was asking it to reassure himself of something.

You tilted your head, trying to get a better look at Katsuki’s face. Still, he kept it out of your line of sight. When you tried to wriggle your way out of his arms, he only snuggled closer to you. If he squeezed you any tighter, it would be difficult for you to breathe.

“I think I am more willing to forgive people because I would want them to forgive me too,” you said. “I’m not always going to make the right decision based on the circumstance, and, maybe, people act certain ways because they think it’s what they should do. I can’t fault them for trying to do what they believe is best.”

Bakugo scoffed. “You don’t need to apologize to anyone for anything you’ve done. You’re by far the kindest person that I’ve ever met. Any decision you make will always be the right one.”

“I’m not perfect, Katsuki,” you said.

“I’m not perfect either, Anna,” he replied. “It may seem like I’ve got all my shit together, but I’m not perfect, and I’m starting to hate that everyone else thinks that I have to be. I know I run my mouth, always saying that I’m going to be number one, but it’s just what I believe in.”

You pressed your lips together, falling quiet. Bakugo let you go, but you stayed still, feeling his emotion ripple over you like a somber wave.

“I can be the number one hero without changing who I am, can’t I?” Bakugo asked. “I don’t want what happened in my past to hold me back.”

“Why would your past hold you back?” you asked. You turned to him, and his calmness crumbled under your gaze.

He crossed his arms over his chest. A muscle tightened in his jaw. “I was a little shit back then, and I’m starting to realize it now.” His shoulders tensed as if speaking constricted his body with anxiety. “Gibson, that was that asshat’s name, right? He started out nice, or at least that’s what it seemed like, and then he was an asshole, and then he continued to be an asshole.” Bakugo tapped his foot impatiently, struggling to explain himself. “I didn’t start out nice. All I cared about was my power, and I dictated my behavior on that. I trampled over those that were weaker than me because I could. I’m afra—” Bakugo’s gaze met yours, cutting himself short. “Seeing that Damn Nerd Deku here and meeting you, it just slowly started hitting me that I wasn’t a good person. I hadn’t acted like a good person. I’m still not a good person. I don’t feel like I can be forgiven for something like that.”

“You are a good person,” you said.

Bakugo smiled bitterly. “You say that because you are a good person. You can see the best parts of me, but you don’t know who I used to be.” Bakugo shrugged. “I’m not even sure why you give me that much understanding. I’m pretty rotten to you too.”

“You’re a better person than you think that you are,” you corrected. “You’re right. I don’t know who you were in the past.”

Bakugo clicked his tongue. “Yeah, you didn’t,” he said in disappointment.

“But, I know that you’ve changed since then, not in the way that you think everyone is forcing you to, but for yourself. I know you’ve grown up because I did too, at least a little from when I was little. We were just kids, Katsuki. We are still kids, but we’re much older now. We know a lot more about who we want to become.” You shrugged, giving him a warm smile. “I would have never been able to forgive Jett back then. I would have been too scared. But, with what I’ve learned, with you by my side, I had the strength to be the better person.”

Bakugo’s face reddened. “I had nothing to do with it.”

“You can deny it all you want,” you teased. “I’m stronger because of you. And, I hope that you’re stronger because of me too. I think you’re a better person than you realize, and I’m not just saying that because I’m kind. Everyone sees it. It’s why our classmates turn to you in complicated situations. It’s why you have ‘The Bakusquad.’” You giggled when he frowned at the name of his friend group. “I think it’s also why Midoriya still tries so hard to keep up a relationship with you. I don’t know what the two of you used to be, friends, neighbors, or just classmates, but I can tell he sees something kind in you too.”

“I don’t care what that Damn Nerd thinks about me,” Bakugo snapped.

Your smile faded. Bakugo’s gaze flickered on you again, and he let out a heavy sigh, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I only care about what you think of me,” he admitted. “And, if you think that I’m a ‘good’ person, then I guess that’s all that matters.”

You froze, feeling heat rush to your face in embarrassment. “I-I…” You weren’t sure what to say.

Bakugo crossed the room, standing only a couple of inches away from you. You blinked up at him in surprise, your gaze trailing the crimson brushing his own cheeks. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, releasing butterflies into your stomach.

“Get some more rest before morning, Anna. I didn’t mean to keep you up so late.” He pulled away, leaving warmth where his lips had been. Bakugo left your room, leaving you to wonder if your late-night conversation all had just been some weird dream. But, the ghostly feeling of his lips on your cheek still remained.

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Lavender's Baby Suns

Use the related link post to read Lavender's Baby Suns on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/59840179 by BreadDontAsk Much to Denki's dismay, after being tested his letter containing his results wouldn't be a shock. Yet it would be, a inconvenience. Monoma in no way was expecting his results, he honestly wanted to rip up the stupid letter and burn it. Aizawa looked at his sons results and was in no way surprised, Shinsou was however worried. (Denki and Monoma are in love with Shinso, what will happen when classifications are thrown into the mix?) Words: 137, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローア��デミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Kaminari Denki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kan Sekijirou | Vlad King, Monoma Neito, Shinsou Hitoshi, Eri (My Hero Academia), Sero Hanta Relationships: Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta, Kaminari Denki & Sero Hanta, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Monoma Neito & Toga Himiko Additional Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, Age Regression Little Kaminari Denki, Age Regression Caregiver Shinsou Hitoshi, Age Regression Little Monoma Neito, Age Regression Caregiver Monoma Neito, Monoma Neito is a Little Shit, Kaminari Denki-centric, Kaminari Denki is a Good Friend, Kaminari Denki Needs a Hug, Kaminari Denki is a Mess, Monoma Neito is in Class 1-A, Shinsou Hitoshi is in Class 1-A, Classification AU, Monoma Neito and Toga Himiko are Siblings, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Nonbinary Sero Hanta, Trans Monoma Neito, Trans Male Character Use the related link post to read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/59840179

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Speak It To (my) Universe

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Aaig8ZB by kingdomclouds The first time he hears it, he thinks hes going fucking crazy. Shitty hair is muttering, speaking in his loud, rumbling voice. It's clear he's not trying to be loud- but. The walls in the dorms are thin as fuck, and he can hear practically fucking everything. Everything. And now, when hes slipped off one of his earbuds to hear Kirishima's stupid fucking voice on the other side of the wall. He says something about being stupid, and then the blonde hears his own name. He has half a mind to go over there and demand why the fuck the idiot was talking about him in the first place- but he realizes something. There is nobody talking back- and the sentences falling from his mouth aren't phrased like they would be in a conversation. It's just shity hairs voice, loud and obnoxious yet still fucking nice to listen too, which is bullshit, if you ask him- talking about stupid shit. Shoving his headphones back in, he regrips his pencil and writes the stupid answer to the math question for tonight's homework so hard that it rips the paper. Fucking great. --- Or: Kirishima likes to talk about his days to the universe- unaware that Bakugou can hear everything through the walls. Words: 5173, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Jirou Kyouka, Sero Hanta, Monoma Neito Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Getting Together, Fluff, Marriage Proposal, Confessions, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Insecurity, Insecure Kirishima Eijirou, Angry Kirishima Eijirou, Pining Bakugou Katsuki, Protective Kirishima Eijirou, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mild Hurt/Comfort read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Aaig8ZB

[yet-another-bnha-quotes-blog]

Uraraka: This is my boyfriend, Izuku.

Uraraka: And this is his boyfriend, Todoroki.

Uraraka: And this is his girlfriend, Yaomomo.

Uraraka: And this is her girlfriend, Jirou.

Uraraka: And this is her boyfriend, Kaminari.

Uraraka: And this is his boyfriend, Shinsou.

Uraraka: And this is his boyfriend, Monoma-

Uraraka’s dad: Ochako, sweetie? I get the picture.

[wickedcriminal]

Today is Monoma's birthday

Definitely not my brother's, nope not my brother's sixteenth I am ignoring that today is all about MONOMA happy birthday Monoma you dumb fuck