#roaring sports festival

[feelingtheaster99]

Todoroki right before the Sports Festival: I’m not here to pry about what’s going on between you [and All Might].

Todoroki later the SAME DAY: Are you All Might’s secret love child or something?

[hadesoftheladies]

This might be one of the most important posts I've ever made. (Please Read)

@bakerstreetdocter per this post where i responded to the sports poll i made

on the poll for why folks in radblr didn't watch women's sports, the overwhelming majority of you said it was because you just weren't interested. i needed to make a whole post to respond to this because let me tell y'all something:

WOMEN'S SPORTS IS A HUGELY IMPORTANT INSTITUTION FOR ADVANCING WOMEN'S RIGHTS AND DISMANTLING PATRIARCHY

Let me tell you why.

#1. Sports and Male Hegemony

Do you know what keeps patriarchy so strong? Male camaraderie. The reason rapists and paedophiles don't go to jail, the reason men are paid more, the reason patriarchy even fucking exists is because men invest primarily in men. Sports doesn't just reflect this, it PERPETUATES it more efficiently than most other institutions (like it's right up there with religion and porn). I'm not kidding. Male sports is where men go to bond over everything. They bond over beating up their wives (I've seen it in real time), they gather to celebrate male strength and achievement, and elevate male dominance. The reason sports is so important to the patriarchy is not just because it perpetuates, centralizes and publicizes male excellence, but because it nurtures male camaraderie. It gives them space to be openly "manly," because it is really a festival for male dominance in every way.

Not only that, but it RADICALIZES boys and men in male supremacist ideology. If male peerage is where boys and men slowly corrupt each other with misogyny, men's sports is where that sort of thing is concentrated to the MAX. I'm talking MASSES of men and boys. Uncles and fathers taking their sons to bond over men they believe represent them and their perceived superiority. This has also had consequences for women and girls. Domestic violence rates shoot up during different (men's) sports seasons. The demeaning and brutalization of women is common in these environments.

If you think porn is a huge industry that radicalizes boys and men into becoming rancid misogynists, sports is the next big thing you should worry about, because however effective porn is for dehumanizing women, men's sports is the one most effective for popularizing male dominance and supremacy on a global and generational scale. Forget music and movies, THIS is something feminists should be fucking worried about.

(Read more of this article here.)

#2. Women's Representation, Power & Social Influence

Compared to the crumbs of proper representation we have for women in music, movies and mainstream literature, women's sports centres and normalizes every kind of woman you can think of. Big women, small women, muscular women, single women, masculine women, feminine women, women with wives and husbands, mothers, tall women, unattractive women, cocky women, etc . . .

I have never encountered a visual franchise that humanizes women more than women's televised sports. Never. Not in movies, not on the internet, not in shows. The raw humanity and personhood of women is given centre stage in every angle. We see women sweat, we see women bleed, we see women bump each other in the chest, we see them fight and scrap, flaunt, beg, roar . . .

This humanization has affected not only women who finally feel represented by other women to the world, but even men. Many men and boys who watch sports have far more positive outlooks on women than their counterparts. They are forced to appreciate the skills, strength, intelligence, and personhood of women.

In sports psychology, there's the topic of how people tend to form identities around the athletes or teams they admire. They perceive themselves as an extension of those teams/athletes. This is a very powerful social phenomena, because it strengthens intra-community investment by giving the individual a personal stake and sense of belonging.

It is powerful when men view male athletes and men's teams as an extension of themselves. When mothers take their children to these games and kids identify with the male athletes on the pitch. It is very effective in re-enforcing male-as-default for everyone.

But it is also powerful when this happens for women. When men, women, children begin seeing female athletes and teams as extensions of themselves, it strengthens the perception of kinship with women of all kinds. It humanizes women in an intimate way. Where it's no longer about the "women's team" but about "US." When men and little boys identify with female athletes, point and say "US" instead of "THEM" it lays crucial ground for male allyship.

This is partly why many women's leagues across multiple sports got banned historically. It was because they completely overhauled the idea of women as other and that was a threat to the status quo, because if men started identifying themselves with women, started seeing women's victories as theirs, started seeing women as their heroes, it made male dominance unnecessary and obsolete. It made women heroes for men, women, boys and girls to believe in. It made them leaders and icons. Champions. It destroyed all the lies patriarchy lived off of.

#3. Female Centricity, Community and Consciousness-Raising

I've talked about what this does for men, but I want to zero in on what this does for women.

Right now, in society, men have multiple institutions and industries to boost their camaraderie and male supremacy, whether that be sports, religion, gaming or pornography.

Now, can one of you name a single institution or industry that brings women together to bond over womanhood? Can you name a bonding ritual for women that doesn't include femininity? Most of you will probably only have entities like certain female musicians (taylor swift, blackpink, etc) rather than industries. Currently, the biggest industry that women bond over (and even then, it's not really a social event) is make-up. We're mostly broken up into different fandoms, or maybe we find each other studying certain women-dominated degrees. In most other cases, we're with each other doing something domestic (baby showers, cooking/planning during family get-togethers, etc). (though based on trends, university campuses may soon become women-dominated spaces in totality XD). The domestic sphere is perhaps where most of the consciousness raising has occurred historically.

Unfortunately, the biggest contributor to women's consciousness raising with the most global reach is our shared trauma. That is the one thing that unilaterally unifies women and girls everywhere, and even then, not totally.

While our shared suffering has been a great tool in radicalizing us for change (though it's already an L that we're suffering in the first place), it isn't something that actually empowers the community of women. Radicalization does not equal empowerment. And women need hope and joy to have strength to fight. They need to identify with each other, not simply with each other's suffering. If anything, women are in desperate need of an industry/institution that isn't crippling them with enforced femininity and isn't centred on their misery, but rather, celebrates their womanhood and the joys of being a woman. Centres womanhood. Something that gives them space to celebrate themselves.

The things that do that are the ones fiercely under attack, e.g. women's sports, lesbian festivals, etc. You need to have a hard think at why that is to realize how vitally important things like this are. The difference between something like women's sports and lesbian festivals that gives women's sports an advantage in being the most socially influential, is that women's sports encourages the participation of everyone and posits itself as relevant to all people within the geographic location it is a part of. So it gets more eyes and has more sway.

I have been brought to tears seeing crowds of thousands scream to a deafening degree over a young woman scoring a goal. I'm talking men, women, children losing their fucking minds. Chanting a woman's name from the stands. Rushing to take pictures with her. Cheering for her to break another record. Women need to know there are alternatives to being hated by men. You guys need to know what it feels like to see entire cities show up and show out for women. Where women are glorified, practically worshipped, not for being sexually attractive, not for being the epitome of beauty, but for being skilled, for being amazing women. You need to see women horsing around, unrestrained and free to talk shit. You need to see them acting goofy, without makeup. You need to see them surrounded by love and support no matter who they are. You need to see them having the time of their lives with each other. Real women, doing real things. You need to know what it's like to see a woman do incredible physical feats. You need to see how powerful the female body is. You need to see this day in and day out. You need to know it like you know your name.

Because that's what men have every day. And when I tasted it, I couldn't get enough.

The next generation of girls and women need this so fucking bad. Now more than ever.

#4. The Destruction of Gender

(Portia Woodman-Wickliffe, rugby player for New Zealand)

Which leads me to my next and pretty much final point as to the necessity of women's support of women's sports. Whether or not you're willing to admit it, most of you aren't interested in women's sports because of your gendered socialization.

This could be subconscious resistance (e.g. you're so used to it being mocked you can't fathom getting into it), or it could be simply because of your upbringing and current social environment. I've noticed, that most people engage with sports based on a pre-existing culture concerning sports. Most sons are introduced to men's sports by their fathers, and, as established earlier, it becomes a bonding ritual. Many of us didn't have those experiences as girls, so we never saw the value.

But I think this is also a part of enforced femininity. Right now, some parents don't want their girls watching women's sports because of how unfeminine the women are (and this usually goes hand in hand with homophobia, since a fair share of athletes are lesbian/bi). We're taught to be ladylike. To be demure. Female athletes can rarely afford to be. Even if they wear lashes to the court XD. They have to body their way through. They have to work and scrap and fight for their victories.

It's even more sad to me, since I'm now a very active watcher of women's sports (which I decided to get into on a whim one night, no lie, like I didn't feel like it I just decided to Google random stuff and look at highlights and then I got invested) how crippling that feminine socialization has been to me. How much I've missed. Not only has watching women's sports increased my own pride and confidence in my body, given me a space to experience joy in being a woman (outside of femininity), but it has also made me feel far more connected to women in a predominantly positive way (rather than trauma-bonding). It has humanized women for me, too. Even as a feminist. It's really kicked the shit out of what internalized misogyny I had left.

This is the primary reason women's sports has been so vilified, as I have pointed out in my other post on this topic: it is the loudest anti-gender campaign in society. It destroys patriarchal myths about womanhood and makes femininity and masculinity obsolete. This is why its still resisted today, and this is why it's integral to the feminist fight. Not only does it empower the fight for women's liberation, but it also bolsters movements for things like LGB rights, another movement that seeks to demolish the institution of gender in society.

Conclusion: This Is Urgent

While women's sports is on the up-and-up, female athletes NEED predominantly female audiences to ensure the integrity of their leagues and to minimize exploitation. If men remain the predominant stakeholders in women's sports, they get to demean, belittle, objectify, starve, sabotage and command the female athletes. They get to use women's sports to perpetuate misogyny and the dehumanization of women. At a time where women's liberation is gaining global traction and is heading to a potential climax with patriarchal society, this is something that is vital to our fight. I'm dead fucking serious. It stands to be one of our best assets in the global fight to humanize women. It is one of the best anti-patriarchal propaganda machines we have. We must protect it via our support both financially and with our time. We cannot let men take control of one of the biggest weapons we have. Girls need this. Boys need this. Society needs this.

WE need this.

[estapa-edwards]

VICTORY - J. HUGHES

paring: jack hughes x reader

word count: 3k

requested? yes - jack being in love wiru quinn’s best friend who also happens to be trevor’s older sister, he met her when she started playing with quinn and have always had a puppy eye crush on her and was flirting she always thought he was just messing around and never took him seriously, maybe she was playing for a team on the west coast but she got traded to the devils and jack was literally so exicted and maybe she starts to see that he wasn’t messing around but truly is in love with her

warnings: use of y/n.

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Jack Hughes was no stranger to the spotlight. As a talented forward for the New Jersey Devils, he lived and breathed hockey, his life revolving around the rink and the relentless pursuit of victory. Yet, amidst the clamor of roaring crowds and the intensity of competition, there was one person who occupied his thoughts more than any other—Y/N.

Y/N, the younger sister of his best friend, Trevor, possessed a spirit as fierce as her slap shot and a determination that mirrored his own. From the moment Jack first met her, he was captivated by her fiery independence and her unwavering dedication to the sport they both loved. But it was more than just their shared passion for hockey that drew him to her; it was the spark of something deeper, an undeniable connection that transcended friendship and hinted at something more profound.

As Jack and Y/N's paths crossed during visits and hockey tournaments, a subtle shift occurred within Jack's heart. Beneath the camaraderie and shared passion for the game lay a burgeoning affection, one he dared not acknowledge for fear of disrupting the delicate equilibrium of their friendship. Yet, with each stolen glance and shared laugh, Jack found himself drawn inexorably towards Y/N, her presence a beacon of warmth in his world of icy rinks and competitive spirits.

Jack found himself drawn irresistibly towards Y/N, his desire to capture her attention outweighing his fear of rejection. Whether she was in the company of Quinn or Trevor, Jack seized every opportunity to engage her in playful banter and flirtatious exchanges, his words laced with double entendres and subtle hints of affection.

——

In the cozy confines of Trevor's house, laughter and chatter filled the air as Jack found himself drawn irresistibly towards Y/N. She sat across from Trevor, her eyes sparkling with mirth as she listened to his animated storytelling. Jack's heart quickened at the sight of her, the desire to capture her attention outweighing his fear of rejection.

"Hey there, troublemakers," Jack greeted with a playful smirk, sauntering into the room with an easy confidence that belied the nervous flutter in his chest.

Y/N's gaze flickered towards him, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. "Speak of the devil. Did someone summon you, or did you just show up to grace us with your presence?"

Jack chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I heard there was a party happening, and I couldn't resist crashing the festivities."

Trevor rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "More like you heard Y/N was here and couldn't stay away," he teased, shooting Jack a knowing look.

Jack feigned innocence, a playful grin spreading across his lips. "Can you blame me? Who could resist the allure of such captivating company?"

Y/N's cheeks flushed faintly at the compliment, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Hughes," she quipped, though the teasing light in her eyes betrayed the warmth in her tone.

Undeterred, Jack leaned against the nearby wall, his gaze fixed on Y/N with unwavering intensity. "Is that a challenge, Zegras? Because I'm always up for a little friendly competition."

The air crackled with tension as their playful banter continued, each exchange filled with double entendres and subtle hints of affection. Despite the presence of Trevor and the familiarity of their surroundings, Jack found himself lost in the depths of Y/N's gaze, his desire for her burning brighter with each passing moment.

As the evening wore on, Jack couldn't shake the feeling of being drawn to Y/N like a moth to a flame. Despite the playful banter and the laughter that filled the room, his attention remained solely on her, his senses attuned to every subtle shift in her demeanor.

"Hey, Jack, you still with us?" Trevor's voice broke through Jack's reverie, snapping him back to the present moment.

Jack blinked, tearing his gaze away from Y/N's mesmerizing eyes to focus on Trevor. "Yeah, sorry, got lost in thought for a moment there," he replied with a sheepish grin.

Trevor chuckled, shooting Jack a knowing look. "I can see that. You've been staring at my sister like she's the Stanley Cup or something."

Jack's cheeks flushed faintly at Trevor's observation, but he laughed it off, masking the true depth of his feelings behind a facade of nonchalance. "Can you blame me? She's hard to ignore," he quipped, though the truth of his words resonated deep within his heart.

Y/N arched an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "Oh, is that so, Hughes? Should I be flattered or concerned?" she teased, her tone light and teasing.

Jack's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her teasing smile, his desire to make her laugh and see that spark in her eyes growing stronger with each passing moment. "Definitely flattered," he replied with a grin, his eyes locking with hers in a silent exchange that spoke volumes without a single word spoken.

——

The afternoon sun filtered through the windows of Quinn's living room, casting a warm glow over the cozy space where Y/N and Quinn sat, engrossed in conversation. Books and hockey paraphernalia littered the coffee table between them, evidence of their shared interests and the bond that united them as siblings and friends.

Y/N laughed at something Quinn said, her eyes alight with amusement as she leaned back against the couch, her expression one of genuine happiness. Quinn smiled in return, his features softened by the easy camaraderie that flowed between them.

Their laughter was interrupted by the sound of the front door swinging open, and Jack's voice filled the room as he entered, his presence commanding attention without effort.

"Hey, guys, hope I'm not interrupting anything," Jack greeted with a grin, his eyes immediately seeking out Y/N's form amidst the comfortable chaos of Quinn's living room.

Quinn rolled his eyes playfully, though there was a hint of exasperation in his tone. "You always seem to have impeccable timing, Hughes."

Jack shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze never leaving Y/N's face. "What can I say? I have a sixth sense for when the party's getting started," he quipped, his grin widening as he sauntered further into the room.

Y/N couldn't help but smile at Jack's easy charm, her heart fluttering at the sight of him. "Hey, Jack," she greeted warmly, her voice soft yet tinged with amusement.

"Hey, Y/N," Jack replied, his tone filled with a warmth that sent a shiver down her spine. "Mind if I join you guys? I promise not to be too much of a third wheel."

Quinn shot Jack a knowing look, though there was a hint of teasing in his eyes. "As long as you behave yourself, you're welcome to stick around," he replied, though his words held a playful edge.

Jack grinned, taking a seat on the couch opposite Y/N and Quinn. "Scout's honor," he declared, holding up an imaginary badge with a flourish.

——

The notification on Y/N's phone interrupted the quiet evening she had been enjoying at home. With a curious frown, she unlocked the device to find an email from her agent, the subject line catching her attention: "Important News Regarding Your Career."

Her heart quickened with anticipation and apprehension as she opened the email, scanning the contents with growing disbelief. It was official—she had been traded from the Seattle Kraken to the New Jersey Devils.

For a moment, Y/N sat frozen, the weight of the news settling heavily upon her shoulders. The Kraken had been her team, her home on the ice, and the thought of leaving it all behind was both exhilarating and daunting.

Gathering her thoughts, Y/N rose from her seat, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She knew she had to tell her brother Trevor and her best friend Jack about the trade, but the words caught in her throat, uncertainty gnawing at her resolve.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N composed herself and dialed Trevor's number, her fingers trembling slightly as she waited for him to pick up.

"Trevor? It's me," Y/N began, her voice betraying the turmoil that churned within her.

"Hey, Y/N, what's up?" Trevor's voice came through the phone, warm and familiar, a lifeline in the midst of uncertainty.

Y/N hesitated, the words catching in her throat. "I... I got traded," she finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

There was a stunned silence on the other end of the line, followed by Trevor's voice, filled with concern. "Are you okay? Where did they trade you to?"

Y/N took a deep breath, steeling herself for Trevor's reaction. "The New Jersey Devils," she replied, the words heavy with resignation.

There was another pause, this one longer and more fraught with emotion. "Wow, that's... unexpected," Trevor finally said, his tone a mixture of surprise and understanding. "But hey, at least you'll be closer to Jack, right?"

Y/N couldn't help but smile at Trevor's attempt to lighten the mood, his words a reminder of the unwavering support he had always offered her. "Yeah, there's that," she replied, her voice tinged with gratitude.

After saying goodbye to Trevor, Y/N turned her attention to Jack, knowing she had to share the news with him as well. With a deep breath, she dialed his number, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for him to answer.

"Hey, Jack, it's me," Y/N said when he picked up, her voice steady despite the nerves that fluttered in her stomach.

"Hey, Y/N, what's going on?" Jack's voice came through the phone, filled with warmth and affection.

Y/N took a moment to gather her thoughts before speaking. "I wanted to let you know... I got traded. To the Devils," she said, the words feeling surreal as they left her lips.

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, followed by Jack's voice, filled with genuine concern. "Are you okay? How are you feeling about it?"

Y/N smiled at Jack's genuine concern, grateful for his unwavering support. "I'm... still processing it, to be honest. But having you and Trevor there for me makes it a little easier," she replied, her voice soft yet filled with sincerity.

——

The transition to New Jersey was smoother than Y/N had anticipated, thanks in no small part to Jack's unwavering support. As she settled into her new surroundings, Jack graciously offered to let her stay at his place for a few days while she sorted out the logistics of her move.

Y/N's heart swelled with gratitude as she stepped into Jack's home, greeted by the familiar warmth and comfort that filled the space. Jack had always been a generous host, but his kindness and hospitality during her time of need touched her in a way she couldn't quite put into words.

"Thanks for letting me crash here, Jack. I really appreciate it," Y/N said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation as she settled into the guest room.

Jack flashed her a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners with genuine affection. "Anytime, Y/N. Consider yourself part of the Hughes household for as long as you need," he replied, his tone sincere.

Over the next few days, Y/N and Jack fell into a comfortable rhythm, their days filled with laughter, shared meals, and late-night conversations that stretched into the early hours of the morning. Despite the uncertainty of her future with the Devils, Y/N found solace in Jack's presence, his unwavering support serving as a beacon of light in the darkness of uncertainty.

——

As they spent more time together, Y/N couldn't help but marvel at the depth of her connection with Jack. Whether they were discussing hockey strategies or sharing childhood memories, there was an ease and familiarity between them that transcended mere friendship, hinting at something deeper and more profound.

he arena buzzed with anticipation as the New Jersey Devils faced off against their rivals in a crucial match. The tension in the air was palpable as Y/N took her position on the ice, her heart pounding with nervous excitement as she prepared to make her mark on the game.

As the puck dropped, Y/N's focus sharpened, her instincts taking over as she skated with determination and purpose. With each stride, she felt the weight of expectations pressing down upon her, but she refused to let it deter her from giving her all for her team.

Minutes turned into periods, and the game remained deadlocked in a fierce battle of wills. But then, in the final moments of the third period, an opportunity presented itself—a breakaway, a chance to make a difference and change the course of the game.

With adrenaline coursing through her veins, Y/N surged forward, the roar of the crowd fading into the background as she focused solely on the net before her. With a flick of her wrist, she sent the puck soaring past the goalie, the sound of the buzzer signaling the end of the game echoing through the arena.

The crowd erupted into cheers as Y/N's teammates rushed to surround her, their jubilant celebrations a testament to the significance of her goal. But amidst the chaos and excitement, one voice stood out above the rest—Jack's.

From his position on the bench, Jack's eyes shone with pride and admiration as he watched Y/N's triumphant display. He had seen her dedication and hard work on and off the ice, and now, as she scored her first goal and the game-winning goal with the Devils, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride in her accomplishments.

As the celebration continued around them, Jack made his way onto the ice, his heart bursting with emotion as he pulled Y/N into a tight embrace. "I'm so proud of you, Y/N," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine emotion.

After the exhilarating victory on the ice, Jack couldn't contain his excitement as he approached Y/N, a wide grin plastered on his face. "Y/N, that was incredible! You were amazing out there," he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

Y/N's cheeks flushed with pride at Jack's words, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Thanks, Jack. I couldn't have done it without the support of you and the team," she replied, her voice tinged with gratitude.

Jack's grin widened as he reached out to gently squeeze Y/N's shoulder. "Well, now that the game's over, how about we go out and celebrate? Just you and me," he suggested, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at Jack's invitation, her cheeks warming at the thought of spending time alone with him outside of the rink. "I'd love that, Jack," she replied, her voice filled with excitement.

As they made their way out of the arena and into the crisp night air, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of butterflies fluttering in her stomach. There was something exhilarating about the prospect of spending time alone with Jack, away from the pressures of the game and the watchful eyes of their teammates.

Together, they ventured into the heart of the city, the bustling streets alive with the energy of nightlife. Jack led Y/N to a cozy little bistro tucked away on a side street, the warm glow of the lights beckoning them inside.

Over a delicious meal and glasses of wine, they laughed and talked, sharing stories and memories long into the night. With each passing moment, Y/N found herself drawn deeper into Jack's magnetic presence, her admiration for him growing with every word he spoke.

——

As the evening drew to a close, Jack reached across the table to take Y/N's hand in his, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. "Tonight was perfect, Y/N," he said softly, his eyes searching hers with an intensity that took her breath away.

Y/N smiled, her heart overflowing with happiness. "It really was, Jack. Thank you for everything," she replied, her voice filled with warmth and affection.

As they stepped into the familiar warmth of their apartment, the energy between Jack and Y/N crackled with an intensity that was impossible to ignore. The events of the evening had stirred something within Jack, a longing that pulsed through his veins with each heartbeat.

Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Jack turned to face Y/N, his eyes searching hers with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. "Y/N, there's something I need to tell you," he began, his voice tinged with emotion.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the serious tone in Jack's voice, her eyes widening with curiosity and anticipation. "What is it, Jack?" she asked, her voice soft yet filled with a quiet intensity.

Jack took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts as he prepared to lay his heart bare before Y/N. "I can't keep pretending anymore, Y/N. I've been trying to fight these feelings for so long, but I can't deny them any longer," he confessed, his voice trembling slightly with emotion.

Y/N's breath caught in her throat at Jack's words, her heart racing with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. "What feelings, Jack?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper as she leaned in closer to him, her eyes searching his for answers.

Jack's gaze softened as he reached out to gently cup Y/N's face in his hands, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her body. "I'm in love with you, Y/N," he admitted, his voice filled with raw honesty and vulnerability. "I have been for as long as I can remember."

Y/N's heart swelled with emotion at Jack's confession, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Jack, I... I don't know what to say," she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and overwhelming joy.

Before she could utter another word, Jack closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a tender and passionate kiss. In that moment, the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, bound together by the unbreakable thread of love that had blossomed between them.

As they broke apart, their foreheads resting against each other's, Y/N felt a sense of peace wash over her, knowing that she had found her home in Jack's arms.

[deusvervewrites]

Longshot: Kaina is desperately trying to remember what her teachers did to motivate and cheer up the class back when SHE was a student. But she got bought up by the commission at such a young age that she can only remember this one time from elementary school...

These are high schoolers she's teaching, but she thinks 'fuck it, it's worth a shot', and tells the class "if all of you do well in the Sports Festival, I'll throw you guys a pizza party."

The resulting roar of challenge from the class was loud enough it scared off all of the kids in the hallway who had come to check out 1-A.

I was expecting stickers but this is somehow so much funnier

[adventuresofalgy]

The weather on Boxing Day in the wild west Highlands of Scotland was disappointingly dismal, dark, and dripping wet, but it was also unusually calm and mild, so Algy decided to explore his assistants' garden, which he had not visited for a wee while.

When darkness fell he was amazed to see a sudden eruption of Christmas lights, and flew over to investigate. Algy was particularly intrigued by a pair of small illuminated reindeer, and being still full of festive high spirits, he just couldn't resist jumping onto the back of one of the deer. Crying "Way for the Sport of Kings!" Algy started to race away with his new Christmas scarf streaming out behind him… But strange to say, he did not seem to get very far on his galloping, galloping steed:

Now is the season of Carnival. Who's for the sunlit course? Who's for the beat of galloping feet And the day and the way of the horse? Who joins the dance, tho' Lady Chance Pleasure or pain may yield, Who comes to the call of Carnival? "Seven to four the field!" This is the week of the Carnival And the sign of a brighter dawn In men's affairs. Who sheds old cares Where gay frocks fleck the lawn? Who would forget old days of fret? Who comes to the call of mirth And the conquering steeds? … They're off! Who leads? And the hoof beats spurn the earth. Then, Hi! for the height of Carnival, Gayer than all gone past: And the nameless fears of the deadening years Forsake men's minds at last. Bright jackets flash beneath the sun As the roar of the crowd begins, And lifts and swells at a great home run: "Who leads? Who lasts? Who wins?" Ho! for the call of Carnival! Way for the Sport of Kings! And men, grown sane, turn once again To all that high hope brings. Who's for the Carnival? Who grows gay Where galloping Fortune speeds Around the turn to gallop our way With the galloping, galloping steeds?

[Algy is quoting the poem Carnival Time by the late 19th/early 20th century Australian poet C J Dennis – a poem about the multi-day horse racing event known as the Melbourne Cup Carnival, held in November, and not about carnival in either the sense of a fair, or the time of wild celebration in Christian countries prior to Lent.]

[star-light-imagines]

Daddy? Pt. II

𓆩⟡𓆪 Includes- katsuki bakugo, eijiro kirishima, neito monoma, mirio togata x reader. major fluff! surprised/flustered boys! time traveling daughters. bonus content.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Warnings- gn! reader. bakugo cussing. slightly implied mature content. making out. kissing. cuddling.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Word Count- 22,598

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ New Intro Scene *ੈ✩‧₊˚

*ੈ✩‧₊˚  I wholeheartedly believe if Bakugo had a daughter she would be a daddy’s girl. *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Part I |

Like Father, Like Son. Part I |

⤴ References in Bakugo's section made to fanfic listed.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The wind howled as it rattled the falling leaves from the tree branches, the frigid cold air made the student’s skin bristle as they waited for instructions on their next training exercise. Class A & B both stood around the open field talking amongst themselves as they awaited the arrival of their teachers for the day. 

CLINK! 

CLANK! 

The students’ jerked their heads in the direction of the obnoxiously loud sound of mechanical parts grating against each other. Their eyes widened in a mixture of shock and amazement at the Villain Bots they had fought before making their way onto the open field to join them. All Might and Vlad King led the horde of combat training robots as they acknowledged the students with a simple wave of the hand for a greeting. 

Class A & B were focused as they thought about strategies they would use for their upcoming matches against the bots they had fought not only in the entrance exam, but the sports festival as well. Anticipation and adrenaline started to run rampant through their veins as All Might and Vlad King explained the exercise for the day and how the teams would be split up by work study groups to showcase what they had learned in their time working along Pro Heroes. 

“Yuga Aoyama, Mina Ashido and Toru Hagakure! You three will start first!” All Might began. 

“Remember you have fought these combat testing robots before so this isn’t about just defeating them like you’ve done in the past. The goal of this exercise is to use what you have learned to take them down more effectively than before.” All Might announced eagerly, a small smile plastered on his lips as he looked out over the crowd of students. 

The students’ nodded their heads in acknowledgement as determination rose in each of them at his words, the drive to succeed lighting up their eyes. 

“GOT IT!” Mina exclaimed happily as she bounced on her toes. 

“Leave it to us!” Toru’s voice sang out. 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

The matches flew by quickly as each round of students easily captured and destroyed the Villain bots they were tasked with defeating. Class A & B both expertly harnessed the new techniques they had acquired over the last several weeks, showing just how much they truly improved since the beginning of the school year. 

BOOM!

Bakugo set off a huge explosion bringing down multiple combat bots at once before soaring back through the air to look for more. Todoroki and Midoryia each captured the last of their Villain bots with their quirks and destroyed them easily before All Might Clapped his hands loudly, signaling the end of the training session. 

“You all did great today! I can really tell how much you’ve grown! Go ahead and relax while the field is getting cleaned up.” All Might announced with a bright smile. 

The students cheered happily before they turned to each other to talk about the matches they had witnessed. Kirishima walked excitedly over to his explosive blonde best friend, he thrust a fist in the air as he called out to him. 

“Hey, Bakugo!” 

“Hm.” Bakugo grunted out in response.

“Are you good with winter now?!” Kirishima questioned in wonder, knowing how much he saw the boy rant about the weather. 

“No way, idiot! They were condensed shots, WINTER IS STILL CRAP!” Bakugo roared out in annoyance. 

Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck with his palm nervously as he listened to Bakugo rant about the cold weather, his eyes closed as he let out a deep sigh at his friend's personality before laughing it off. 

The students of Class 1-A & 1-B continued to talk to each other about the exercise they had just completed, gushing about their fellow classmates and the new techniques and ultimate moves they hadn’t witnessed before. They expressed their awe and support of each other as they gushed about the growth they had all experienced throughout the year. 

BANG!

The ground shook from below their feet and the air crackled in the silence that followed the deafening explosion.

Widened eyes darted fiercely around their environment , the students and teachers moved quickly into fighting stances as they surveyed the surrounding area for the cause of the loud disturbance as they prepared for an attack. 

A few moments of silence followed the echoed ringing of the deafening explosion, as the anxious adrenaline coursed through their veins started to dwindle down due to no visible threat surrounding them. 

“Really Bakugo?! Blowing up the Villain Bots wasn’t enough for you today?! You need to let out some more of your anger, ‘Rage Monster’?!”  Monoma yelled slyly while he looked around  for Bakugo.

“HAH!”

A deep scoff brought everyone's attention towards the explosive blonde who was off in the distance , already getting a head start to find the villain in the surrounding forest area. 

"Are you Stupid?! That wasn't my explosion, you copy/paste leech!"

“LOOK! There’s smoke coming from the forest over there!” Momo screamed while pointing to the treetops where a cloud of pink fog was lifting up into the sky. 

Everyone started to rush after Bakugo and into the forest prepared to fight off the unknown villain waiting for them. 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

They stopped at the edge of the slowly dissipating pink swirls of fog, Vlad King and All Might warning the students to step back as they stood on the front lines prepared to fight off the villain as soon as they made an appearance. 

The students strained their eyes to make out a figure in the thick fog as it started to fade into the air. Everyone was focused in a tense moment of silence, the jackhammering of their hearts echoed in their ears as the adrenaline coursed through their veins anxiously. 

Suddenly the fog disappeared, revealing.....

"What the Hell?!" Bakugo screamed trying to grasp the situation.

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"Don't cuss there are children here!" Iida Immediately scolded in response.

"Obviously there are children here four eyes! My question is, why?!" he angrily stated, annoyed.

Katsuki Bakugo:

A four year old girl stood there stunned in shock, before her wide eyes glistened in fear and tears rolled down her round cheeks.

Surprised. At the sight of the small girl, everyone’s nerves calmed down. The building adrenaline had dwindled down as they tried to understand the situation in front of them. Bakugo’s hands twitched in annoyance as he tried to relax his body down from the prepared combat state he was in. He rolled his shoulders and cracked his next to release the tension that had built up in his muscles before grunting under his breath. 

Bakugo’s vermillion eyes glanced back towards the girl that was now being carried in All Might’s arms and gave her a once over. She was being comforted by the retired number one hero, who had managed to transform into his hero form long enough to make the fearful tears disappear. When the girl sniffled and reopened her bright vermillion eyes in awe to stare at the man holding her, Bakugo’s body jolted and tensed up at the sight in surprise. 

Bakugo felt like he was on fire and like he might spontaneously combust at any moment, like someone had set a slow and steady match beneath his center, deep in the pit of his stomach. His senses were haywired as he took in the girl’s vermillion eyes that matched his own, his eyes widened as began to connect more familiar traits. The voices around him became static background noise to his mind, which was now filled with racing thoughts of the girl before him. 

The girl’s hair was the perfect shade of y/h/c, and her vermillion eyes that twinkled with happiness as she recognized the retired number one hero looked exactly like you. He kept watching her as he noticed how she would crinkle her nose as she giggled and how the beaming smile that lit up her face was the exact replica of yours. Bakugo could trace back almost every one of her features back to you as if she was a mini version of you, except for the traits that all too clearly came from him. 

She looks like she could be y/n & I’s daughter… 

His thoughts raced back to when his future son, Katsuro last visited the past and how he had briefly mentioned he had a younger sister. Bakugo’s eyes continued to study the girl while deep in thought, questioning if her sudden appearance could be another instance of a surprise love child he shared with you showing up. He knew deep down he couldn’t deny the similarities between you two, but he didn’t want to announce his thoughts until the teachers had finished talking to the kid. 

Fast and heavy footsteps stopped suddenly as two figures appeared at his sides, a firm hand gripped onto one of his shoulders effectively bringing him out of the thoughts that were plaguing his mind. His brows snapped together as he jerked his head angrily in the direction of the hand, Shoto’s stoic heterochromia mixture of gray and turquoise eyes stared back at him evenly. 

“Bakugo, congratulations.” Shoto complimented, a small smile forming on his lips. 

“For what?!” He barked out, a muscle tightening in his jaw as he scrunched up his face.

“On having a daughter.” 

“We don’t know if she’s -” Bakugo started. 

“She looks just like a miniature version of y/n! How could she not be your daughter?” Deku chimed in from his opposite side. 

“Yeah, and it’s not like you haven’t had a time traveling love child appear before.” Shoto agreed. 

“SHUT UP!” 

Bakugo fumed in anger as his voice thundered in the air, he drew his lips back in snarl as he glared at the two boys at his sides. The feeling of a small tug on the pant leg of his hero costume had caused him to whirl around, his eyes flared with furiosity. His body stiffened as he saw the figure of the small girl gazing up at him with wide eyes, her hand shaking slightly as she continued to hold on to his pant leg. 

Paralyzed. The air was weighed down with thick tension as a resounding silence set in over the students as they watched the Bakugo interact with the child. The girl continued to peer up at him, the smile that she had beamed at All Might had faded was replaced by a trembling lip. 

“Daddy?” She questioned, the tear streaked trails still visible on her cheeks. 

Bakugo’s heart sank to his stomach as he met her eyes, his skin burned hot while his body was so stiff with shock that when she addressed him as daddy he couldn’t reply. His mind went numb as he finally accepted the fact that his daughter did in fact come back in time just as his son did, and that she was standing in front of him. His mouth opened wide as he tried to speak the words he was thinking, but no sounds managed to come out. 

“Daddy? Are you mad at me?” 

“WHAT? NO!” 

He shouted suddenly as he reassured her that he wasn’t angry at her, his hands twichted slightly as they hung at his sides. Bakugo slowly reached down to pick up the girl and hold her in his arms. Her eyes searched his as she determined if he was being honest with her, after a moment of silence between them before the corners of her mouth turned up and she beamed a bright smile at him just like yours. 

The hushed conversations that had been taking place around him suddenly got louder as the curiously obnoxious students around him walked closer, crowding around him. The classmates each tried to get a good look at the girl in his arms as they were filled with excitement at meeting another future child of Bakugo’s. 

“OMG! SHE’S SO CUTE!” Mina gushed. 

“Why don’t you hug her like you hugged Katsuro last time?” Mineta slyly asked. 

“Don’t remind me about that!” She wailed. 

Bakugo let a chuckle escape his lips at the memory of the first time Katsuro had met his classmates. His chest rumbled from the vibration of his laughter as Mina whirled around and sent a cold glare in his direction. Deku peered around Bakugo to catch the young girl’s attention, a gentle smile formed on his freckled face as he sent a little wave in greeting. 

"Hello! I'm Izuku Midoryia, but you can call me Deku. What's your name?" ​​

Recognition dawned on the tiny face as her vermillion eyes hardened and she huffed puffing out her cheeks. She turned her head away from the dark green haired man in annoyance while the corners of Bakugou’s mouth quirked up in amusement at the complete rejection his daughter had given his childhood best friend. 

“W-Wha-” Deku stuttered out confused before being interrupted. 

“It’s okay, you can answer the lame nerd's question.” Bakugo chuckled, rejoicing that his daughter is not a fan of Deku. 

“My name is Akari Bakugo and I don’t like you!” She blurted. 

“A-AH! Did I do something wrong?” Deku anxiously replied. 

“I like my daddy more than you! He’s the best and he’s going to beat you!” 

“Oh!” 

“Hah!” 

“That’s right! I am the best, aren’t I Akari?” Bakugo boasted, a wide smile plastered on his lips.

“Daddy is my number one hero!” Akari cheered happily. 

I just met this girl moments ago and she’s already my favorite out of the two… 

Bakugo’s chest rumbled once more as he let out a deep round of laughter, the girl in his arms joined him as her giggles filled the air. His amused eyes softened as he glanced at her bright smiling face, a flush crept up his neck to his ears dusting them a dark shade of crimson as your smiling face came to mind. 

Kirishima wandered over to Bakugo and his daughter that still sat happily in his arms, His deep red eyes glanced at his spiky blonde friend with a deep grin plastered on his lips. He waved to the girl excitedly as he greeted her. 

"Hey Akari, I’m Kirishima but you might already know me as -” 

“Uncle Shitty Hair! Woah! Your hair is even worse now and than before!” She beamed excitedly. 

Bakugo couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips at his daughter’s words, he quickly tried to hide his laughter from Kirishima’s amazed glance as he placed a hand over his mouth. Kirishima’s eyebrows raised upward as they furrowed slightly in defeat, while releasing a lighthearted sigh. 

“I knew that was coming!” He grinned, shaking his head before glancing back towards his friend. 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Class A & B continued to crowd around Bakugo and his daughter as they gushed and complimented the girl in his arms. The riotous chatter quickly became tiresome as he got annoyed at the continuous questions and repeated comments thrown his way. 

“HAHA!” 

Monoma’s cackle rang out over the students' conversation, making them turn their heads in the direction of his voice. Once he was sure he had gotten the attention of the crowd, his laughter dwindled down and he narrowed his eyes at the explosive blonde. 

“I can’t believe a ‘Rage Monster’ like you would be so lucky as to have one kid, let alone two. However, I bet your partner is surely regretting it as they take after your appalling behavior!” 

Bakugou's eyebrow twitched, vermillion eyes burned with hatred as he glared at the copy quirk blonde haired boy who was still cackling to himself. A vein popped out in his neck as he clenched his jaw, a snarl formed on his face as he drew back his lips. Loud sizzled crackling emitted from his palms as he clenched his hands, nails digging into his palms as he formed a fist. 

Wide blue eyes glanced up to see the fuming blonde’s expression, he nervously backed away from him while he tried to form more sentences to ease his unnerved heart at the sight of the rage filled Bakugo he had enticed. 

“What?! Going to blow me up in front of your daughter just because you don’t like what I have to say?! What a good example you are!” 

Bakugo was about to lunge at him, with Akari in his arms before an army of voices stunned him into freezing where he stood. 

“SHUT UP!” Akari demanded angrily. 

“Monoma! What’s wrong with you?!” Kendo screeched. 

“BAKUGO IS A GOOD FATHER!” Kirishima barked out.

“Don’t talk disrespectfully about our classmate!” Tenya Scolded. 

“Dumbass! Shut up! You don’t know anything!” Jiro cursed out. 

He stared in disbelief at the rallied support he had accumulated as they all turned against Monoma, scolding him for his disrespectful and hateful words. He watched as kendo used her quirk to expand her first and hit the spot on the back of Monoma’s neck that always assured he would pass out quickly and easily. Her face grimaced with embarrassment as she held the sleeping boy and bowed her head in apology directed at him. 

“I’m so sorry about him! We’ve been trying to work on his attitude but it’s still a work in progress!” 

Having everyone defend him irked him a bit, but he could get used to that feeling of amazement he had...

“Heh. Whatever.” He scoffed, trying to calm down his own hatred that he was burning with just moments ago. 

“Hey, Akari! We are having a hot pot party tonight, are you excited?!” Ochaco gushed to his daughter, effectively changing the subject. 

The girl beamed in his arms, her tiny fists raised into the air happily before a bitter wind rushed by the crowd of students. A shiver rippled through her body as she lowered her arms and wrapped them around her father’s neck, moving her head quickly to his shoulder to shield her face from the cold weather. 

“Okay! I think we should end class for today, everyone is free to go back to the dormitories! Young Bakugo we will need to talk later to get more information on why she’s here.” All Might announced suddenly catching everyone’s attention. 

Infuriated. After Class 1-A returned to the dormitory, Bakugo had sent a quick text to you in order to inform you of your daughter’s arrival in the past along with a selfie he had taken with her while they walked outside. The photo showcased his shit eating grin as his daughter had her arms wrapped around his neck and placed a peck on his cheek. 

The class had settled down around the lounge area, and some of the students had already started to prepare for the hot pot party that night. Bakugo’s eyes wandered to Akari as he watched from his seat on the couch, she twirled in Kirishima’s arms as her giggles bubbled around the room. 

His attention was broken from the precious carefree moment of his daughter playing as he heard the dormitory doors open, his eyes glanced in the direction to catch All Might and Aizawa walk in the building. 

Aizawa’s tired eyes met him in an even stare, before he surveyed the room his eyes stopped once they saw Akari who was being lifted like an airplane above Kirishima’s head. The teachers continued to walk into the lounge area, grabbing the attention of the rest of the gathered students as they did. 

“Hello, Akari! Remember me? My friend and I were wondering if we could ask you some questions.” All Might probed gently as he extended a hand out to the girl. 

“Um-” She Hesitated, her eyes searching the room for her father. 

Bakugo rose from his seat quickly as he made his way to the worried girl, once he was her eyesight he watched as her shoulders instantly relaxed and he stepped closer to place a hand on her head purposely ruffling her hair with his fingers

She peered up at him with an adorned and love filled gaze, her vermilion eyes twinkled brightly as the corners of her mouth turned upwards. Bakugo’s own expression had softened at the sight of his daughter, his mind had felt relaxed and at peace whenever he would catch a glimpse of her over the last hour or so since she had appeared. He couldn’t help but think of you whenever he looked at Akari, the similarity was remarkable between the two of you. 

“Yes!” Akari answered confidently before being led to one of the couches. 

His phone buzzed in his pocket wildly as he picked up the girl who was struggling to climb up the couch on her own. He sat down with a deep sigh as his muscles relaxed instantly and he placed Akari into a sitting position in his lap, his other hand lazily pulled the phone out of his pocket. 

Your name illuminated the screen as the request for a video chat continued to buzz, he accepted eagerly and watched as your face appeared swiftly onto the phone screen. His other hand wrapped safely around his daughter’s waist to ensure she wouldn’t fall from his waist. 

“Our daughter is there?! How?!” Your warm voice radiated from the phone. 

“Yeah, do you want to say hi?” 

“Of course I want to say hi!” 

Bakugo moved the phone towards the bubbly girl who was desperately trying to peer at the person on the screen. An amused smile grazed his lips as he contemplated holding the phone out of her reach just to see her reaction before his expression softened and he smiled warmly down at the girl in his lap. 

“Hi sweetie! I’m so happy to see you! I’m sorry I can’t be there in person but I go to a different school.” You greeted and apologized sweetly as Akari came into view. 

“It’s okay! Will I be able to see you soon?” 

“Yes! Your dad and I will plan something so that we can all see each other.” 

“Akari is about to tell us what happened for her to show up here if you want to stay on the phone and listen.” Bakugo mentioned. 

“Okay! Don’t hang up on me Katsuki!” 

“Keh?! Why would I?!” 

“I know how you are when you get angry about something, you completely forget I’m on the phone and hang up on me. Remember when we were studying over facetime together and Kaminari kept knocking on your door until you got annoyed and-” 

“That’s completely different! That fucker needed to die for being so goddamn annoying!”

“Katsuki! Language!” You scolded. 

From across the room Jiro narrowed her eyes in annoyance at the electric blonde across the table from her, the brows on her forehead drew together as she whispered towards him while still trying to listen to the conversation going on between the couple. 

“Kaminari… You interrupted their study date?” 

“Yeah, I still remember the face he had when he yanked open the door.” He began as a visible shiver ran through his body and his face paled. “It was horrifying!” 

“That’s what you get for cockblocking him, idiot!” Mineta chimed in loudly enough to make Akari’s ears perk up. 

“How was I supposed to know he was having a Facetime date?! I just wanted to see if I could borrow some of his notes since I fell asleep in class that day!” 

Akari observed the students talk with a look of wonder in her eyes, before she turned her head back towards her father who was still grumbling to her mother over the phone. She tilted in her head before lifting a small hand up and poking her father’s cheek, a bright smile lit up her face once he instantly stopped talking and glanced down at her instead. He raised a brow questioningly as peered down at her, his eyes softening the longer he looked into her own as a pink dusted the tips of his ears at her poking his cheek. 

“What?” He huffed out. 

“What’s a cockblock?” She asked curiously. 

“H-HAH?!”

Bakugo’s body temperature dropped as he stiffened, the grip on his phone tightening while the color drained from his face. He could faintly hear you gasp loudly as well as a few other gasps from the surrounding classmates before the room went silent. A muscle tightened in his jaw as he slowly turned his head towards where he heard that expression being said from earlier. His pupils flared as he locked eyes onto the short boy who was trembling in fear, sending him a heated glare while clenching his fits that were twitching with anticipation of setting off an explosion his way. 

“AYE! Perverted runt, you’re going to-” 

AHEM!

Aizawa cleared his throat loudly while his tired eyes glowed a vibrant red, the messy raven black locks floated off his shoulders as he activated his quirk and sent a chilling glare to everyone in the room. 

"I think it's about time we start." Aizawa called out. 

Silence filled the air as the tension rose in the room, Aizawa and All Might sat stiffly on the couch as he motioned for Akari to start talking about what led her here. 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Aizawa scratched the scruff on his chin in thought as the girl continued to share her memory of the moments leading to her appearance at the school. He leaned back into the couch as he shoulders slouched from exhaustion while All Might sat beside him and listened intently as she babbled on about her morning before briefly mentioning her brother.   

"Katsuro and my cousin Suzume were going to the park to play and I really wanted to play with them! He didn’t want to let me join because he said I was too much of a baby, but daddy threatened him to take me or else he wouldn’t visit Uncle Deku for a month.”

“The last time Katsuro came here, I told him he should try not to visit anymore since it could cause issues in the future.” He interrupted suddenly. 

“Well-” Akari began. 

Bakugou raked his fingers through his hair as he processed the information being told by his future daughter. His eyes glanced tentatively toward Akari who had thrown her hands in the air widely to express her emotions while she talked. He smiled softly at his daughter as she continued to explain the situation, not noticing how lovingly he was staring at her. 

"When we got to the park he kept leaving me out of all the games they were playing and so I got mad and yelled at him…” Her head ducked downwards as she continued. “Then he told me someone who doesn’t even have a quirk yet like me shouldn’t try to play with older kids.” 

And here I thought he couldn’t test my limit any further when it came to me wanting to beat him up… 

I was wrong… 

“THAT LITTLE SHIT!” Bakugo snarled. 

“Katsuki, as much as I agree with you right now. Language!” You scolded through the phone. 

He grumbled with annoyance and he ran his fingers gently through Akari’s hair, twirling a strand around his finger as he urged the girl in his lap to continue where she left off.  

“I called him an angry pomeranian whose quirk was no better than a dollar store firecracker! All his friends laughed and so he ordered Suzume to send me away as punishment, at first she refused but he told her that if she didn't do it then she wouldn’t be able to be a part of his group anymore.” 

“Then she sent you here.” Aizawa stated bluntly while he rubbed his temple in frustration. 

“Yes.” She nodded. 

No. Now I’m going to kill that kid… 

How could he be so irresponsible when it comes to his little sister?…  

A whistle sounded through the air as Kaminari stood from his seat and walked carelessly towards the explosive blonde on the couch, a sly smirk etched into his lips as he mocked the boy. 

“Woah! He’s acting as much like a villain as his dad does.” 

“I DARE YOU TO SAY THAT AGAIN ASSWIPE!” Bakugo roared, moving Akari to sit on the couch while he stood up angrily. 

“It sounds exactly like something you would do Bakugo.” 

“I would never send my little sister to the past, the little shit deserves what’s coming to him.” 

“What do you mean?” Mina questioned while tilting her head at him. 

“If my future self is just as enraged as I am right now, he’s going to regret being -” 

“A little shit!” Akari chimed in happily while throwing up her fists in the air. 

The tension that filled the air from earlier dissipated as resounding laughter that overtook the room. The students laughed at how excitedly she had repeated the cuss words from her father and a chuckle escaped past Bakugo’s lips before he could stop it, he placed a hand on her head as he ruffled her hair playfully. She looked up at him with an awestruck expression as she saw his softened features, the bright smile that caressed his lips and the relaxed eyebrows that were usually sharp and focused. 

“That’s right princess.” 

Bakugo picked up the girl in his arms once again as he pressed his forehead to hers and stared into her vermillion orbs. “I’ll bring down any runt that threatens you, even your brother got it!” 

“Yes Daddy!” She beamed before wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him happily. 

“Oh Daddy… You hung up the call when you were yelling at the pikachu knockoff earlier..” 

“GOD DAMN IT!”

Amazed. After you had arrived at the dormitory, Bakugo had taken over the job of recutting and proportioning the vegetables Shoto had brutally diced while you entertained the bubbly four year old. All Might insisted on having you over for the hot pot party and even managed to get you a visitor pass for the next few weeks depending on how long it takes for Akari to go back to the future. 

His eyes wandered over to you, Akari sitting diligently on the floor in front of you as you lean down from your sitting position on the couch to brush through her hair. The way your hands moved effortlessly without a wasted movement as you began styling the girl’s hair made him stop moving to observe. 

Akari had requested for him to style her hair into pigtails earlier that afternoon, however after three failed attempts of the pigtails being asymmetrical and Toru’s non-stop laughing she had fired him from the job. He watched you effortlessly pull the hair on one side of her head into a hair tie to secure it into place, before quickly moving to the other side of her head. You made it look so easy as he watched you gliding your fingers through Akari’s y/h/c hair. 

A line appeared between Bakugo’s eyebrows as he closed his eyes for a moment to think about his failed attempts from before. When Akari had asked him excitedly he didn’t think it would be too much of a hassle for him, something as straightforward as putting hair into place should be easy for him. Yet, even after watching tutorials and Mina assuring him of the steps, he still failed. 

Your hands gently finished the styled hair off with two ribbons as Akari’s giggles filled the room. Bakugo’s vermillion eyes widened slightly in amazement at how symmetrical and neat the girl’s hair looked compared to when he had tried earlier. 

You made it look so easy…

Wait, there’s no way I’m as bad at styling hair as Shoto is at cooking right?...

A tiny tug on his shirt broke Bakugo from the racing thoughts that plagued his mind, his eyes peered down to see the beaming smile etched into his daughter’s lips. Her eyes twinkled with happiness as she bounced on her toys at his side, her styled y/h/c hair gracefully flowing by the sides of her face as she did so. The black and orange ribbons that were skillfully shaped into bows at the top of the girls pigtails caught his attention, and his eyes softened as he smiled down at his daughter. 

“Daddy! Look! The ribbons are like your hero costume!” She cheered. 

“I see that princess, you look beautiful.” 

The ends of the ribbons danced gracefully through her hair every time she moved and she happily went around to the classmates as they continued cooking to show them the masterpiece you had created. 

“AWE! How cute! You must really be a fan of Bakugo! ” Ochaco gushed. 

“Yes! Daddy will always be my favorite hero and I want to be just like him!” 

“Did you hear that Bakugo?! It must be nice to have your first fan.” Kirishima laughed. 

“She’s my daughter! Of course she’s a fan of me, Shitty Hair.” 

Bakugo’s eyes drifted back to where Akari was running back towards where you were on the couch, a bright smile still lit up her face as she jumped into the spot beside you. The black and orange ribbons caught his attention once more as a small smirk formed on his lips. 

 I’m definitely going to get her a mini version of my hero costume…

He made his way over to the couch that the two of you were currently sitting on while you scrolled through Youtube videos for Akari to watch. He placed his hands gently on your shoulders, as you immediately relaxed into his warm touch. You tilted your head back as you glanced at the spiky blonde boy towering over you, his soft expression making your heart flutter in your chest. 

“How did you style her hair so quickly?” He questioned as he moved his fingers to run through your hair. 

“Well I used to style my own quite a lot growing up so I still remembered it. Plus, my classmates will ask me to do their hair for them from time to time.” 

“Hm.” He mumbled under his breath as his eyebrows furrowed. 

“You know if you want to learn, you can practice styling my hair while I walk you through the steps.” 

“As if I need help! It’s not hard, I just wasn’t used to doing it.” He grumbled as the tips of his ears dusted with a tint of pink. 

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips as you quickly tried to hide your amusement by covering your mouth with your hand. The corners of your eyes crinkled as you closed your eyes in hopes of not meeting his irritated eyes as they shot back down at you. 

“I am going to practice on you though, so after the party be prepared because you aren’t leaving until I’m better than you!” He boasted. 

“What?!”

“Why are you so shocked? You did offer for me to practice on you, right dummy? Your hair is longer than mine so it just makes more sense for me to use you.” 

“Yes, of course! I can’t wait!” You laughed out while reaching a hand upwards to caress his cheek. 

“BAKUGO! Did you forget that you are supposed to help with the cooking?!” Tenya called out from the kitchen. 

“Yeah Bakugo! If you don’t help you aren’t getting anything and we will give extra portions to y/n and Akari instead.” Kaminari chimed in.

“SHUT UP!” Bakugo growled, his eyes flashed with anger as he turned towards his classmates. “I was only gone for a moment you Idiots! You are all just worried because you can’t cook to save your lives!”

Amused. He had noticed over the last few days of Akari being at U.A. that even though she didn’t act exactly like him like his son Katsuro did, her personality was still influenced heavily by him. Bakugo loved the fact that his daughter is a daddy’s girl and absolutely revels in the fact that he’s her favorite hero, he couldn’t help the prideful smile that would take over his lips every time she cheered him on. 

The day had come where the work study students had to commute to their assigned agencies, Akari tagged along with Bakugo and the others since she would be able to stay in the dorm rooms Endeavor provided for the employee’s. 

The agency was loud and bustling when they had arrived, employee’s were fast paced and rushing around the building as they worked barely even sparing a glance at the three students and the child. Akari’s eyes widened in wonder as she glanced around the building as they walked to the office, her tiny hand clasped in Bakugo’s to keep her from wandering off.  

Endeavor jerked his head in the direction of the door as it opened, documents still held tightly in his hands as he watched his son and the other work study students walk into the room. The additional appearance of a child immediately caught his attention and his turquoise eyes narrowed as he studied the girl walking beside Bakugo hand in hand.  

“Bakugo, another one?” Endeavor questioned. 

“Does that surprise you Old Man?” He taunted and cocked his head in the direction of the girl beside him. “This is my daughter, Akari.” 

She waved at him in greeting before her eyes glanced around the office once more, the corners of her lips turning up as she smiled to herself. 

“Hm. How did she get here?” 

Tsk! 

Bakugo’s jaw clenched as he replayed the memory of Akari explaining how she ended up in the past. He lowered his head in anger as he glared at the floor beneath his feet, his hands tightened into fists before he shoved them into his pockets. 

“Katsuro-” He grumbled before being interrupted. 

“Didn’t Aizawa warn him to stop making trips to the past after the last visit?” Endeavor interjected harshly. 

“Yeah, but -” 

“I guess your future self can’t seem to manage his own children.” 

“FUCKING LET ME TALK YOU ASSHOLE!” Bakugo roared out in frustration. 

“Essentially, his son Katsuro had forcefully sent Akari back in time.” Shoto briefly explained while Bakugo’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to calm his angered breathing. “Bakugo, have you noticed how long they usually stay in the past?” 

“They are my kids, Icy Hot! Anything you would notice I would notice first, got it?!” 

“Right, well I noticed that Katsuro would stay in the past for 1 to 2 weeks and it’s already been about a week since Akari arrived so she should be returning soon.” 

“Woah! That’s a good observation Todoroki!” Deku agreed while his eyes lit up at the information. 

“Whatever!” Bakugo mumbled out in Irritation. 

Every time that half and half bastard speaks I want to punch him… 

I already knew that information, the ones who didn’t realize the pattern would be idiots…

Endeavor's eyes drifted back towards the girl while Bakugo and Shoto bickered voices turned into background noise. Akari walked confidently over to his desk and peered up at him with bright shining eyes and a smirk playing on her lips. 

“Do you need something child?” 

“So you are the current number one hero, Old Man?” Akari questioned in a mocking tone. 

“Yes.” 

“You seem like a jerk!”

Akari’s hand was still raised in the air from when she pointed a finger and accused him of his bad personality as the bickering from moments ago suddenly stopped and the room turned silent. 

The silence was quickly replaced by puffs of laughter that escaped Bakugo and Shoto who were desperately trying to hold back their amusement at the interaction. Deku anxiously tried to shush the boys from laughing too hard while timidly glancing back and forth between the number one hero and his friends. Endeavor sighed while moving a hand to rub at his temple from the growing headache he was experiencing, his eyes flared with annoyance as he sent a pointed glare in Bakugo’s direction. 

“It seems a delinquent can only raise more delinquents.” 

“At least my kids actually like me!” Bakugo sneered in response to his jab. 

Endeavor narrowed his eyes before glancing towards Shoto briefly, he opened his mouth to respond but the sound of a hand hitting his desk suddenly had stopped him before any words came out. Akari’s palm was still flat on the desk from where she had slapped the wood as she challenged the hero sitting in front of her. 

“My daddy is going to surpass you and become the number one hero! Just wait and see!” She boomed as her eyes lit up passionately. 

Yep, that’s definitely my daughter!

Fulfilled. On the night of the hot pot party, Akari had asked Bakugo and you how long it would take for her to manifest her quirk. The two of you had agreed that her quirk would appear at any time before or after she turned five years old but she seemed disheartened by the news. You and him had comforted the girl and explained that there was no need to feel rushed into manifesting a quirk, but Bakugo knew deep down that his daughter wanted to grow up quickly so her brother wouldn’t leave her behind. 

Akari and Eri played outside the dormitory while Bakugo watched from his seat beside you on the porch. Your head leaned against his shoulder as you yawned slightly and closed your eyes. A gentle breeze flew by and sent a shiver running down your spine before making you relax into his radiating warmth further. 

The girls continued giggles echoed into his ears as he took in the sight of his daughter happily playing with another child, his normally hardened eyes became gentle and his sharp eyebrows relaxed. Akari turned suddenly towards him and waved happily before whirling her body back around towards Eri, leaving him with a peaceful smile resting on his lips. 

Bakugo turned his head towards you and placed a quick and gentle kiss on your forehead before anyone else could see the act of PDA that occurred. Your eyes shot open in response as you quickly removed your head from his shoulder and looked up at him in surprise. 

“What was that for?” 

“I can’t kiss the person I’m dating?” 

“You don’t like to kiss me in public.” 

“I felt like it this time.” 

The heat rushed to your face as a blush crept onto your cheeks at his intense gaze that lingered on your lips. Your eyes lingered on his before slowly drifting down to his lips in anticipation, he leaned closer as he slowly advanced towards your lips. 

“You got a problem with that?” He breathed the question as he ghosted over your lips. 

“N-No-” You stuttered out before getting interrupted by sudden cries that filled the air. 

Bakugo and you pulled away from each other quickly as his eyes darted around the area searching for Akari. When his eyes landed on the girl, he jumped to his feet and ran towards his daughter who was sitting on her knees in the grass while Eri stroked her shoulder with an anxious expression on her face. His feet landed harshly on the ground next to his daughter before he leaned down and pulled the girl into his arms, while ran towards the scene with a worried expression and comforted the anxious looking Eri. 

“What happened?” You asked Eri gently as Bakugo continued to hold Akari protectively in his arms. 

“We were playing, but then Akari said her hands were feeling weird and she was in pain.” 

Bakugo glanced down at his daughter with eyebrows knitted together in worry. “Your hands are feeling weird?” 

“Daddy, they are tingling and it won’t stop!” Akari sniffled out as she peered up at him. 

He reached his hand out to take hold of hers and felt the warm heat that was radiating off of them. The traces of sweat trailing down her burnt red palms caught his attention and the slight scent of caramelized sugar filled his nose. Bakugo’s eyes widened slightly as he glanced towards you and met your questioning gaze, he nodded his head in your direction as he answered your unvoiced questions. 

When he had manifested his quirk he had the same tingling feeling appear in his hands and he knew it wouldn’t dissipate until she had set off a couple of sparks to ease her hands that were building up heat. 

“Akari, try flexing your hands like this.” Bakugo instructed as he showed her what to do. 

“Will it make the tingling go away?”

“You’ll see.” 

Akari flexed her hands as she was shown a few times with her brows knitted together in  frustration, she bit her lip as she focused on the muscles in her hands and felt a jolt rush through her arms. Her palms lit up as crackles popped and sizzled from her hands, the tingling feeling dwindling down the more she used her quirk. Her vermillion eyes lit up as she glanced up at her father and you happily with a beaming smile on her lips. 

“I GOT MY QUIRK!” 

“Yes, you got your quirk!” You cheered with her as she continued to show off the small crackling sparks in her hands. 

“Daddy! I can really be just like you now because I have the same quirk.” 

“Princess, you can do anything.” Bakugo said gently before he placed a hand on her head and ruffled her hair. 

“Now that you got your quirk, the first thing I want you to do when you go back to the future is beat up that little -” Bakugo started.  

“Bakugo! No!” You interrupted with a glare that he chose to ignore. 

“Beat up that little shithead! No one gets to talk down to you, understand?” 

“Yes Daddy!”

Depressed. A few days had passed since Akari manifested her quirk and the time seemed to rush by quickly as you and Bakugo took care of the girl in between classes and work studies.  Occasionally you two would switch off in rounds of who Akari would stay with for the night since you both attended different academies, however you had persuaded Aizawa into letting you stay over that night due to Akari’s pleading to fall asleep beside the both of them. 

Kirishima and Mina chased the girl around the lounge area as her giggles filled the room, Bakugo’s eyes drifted towards the group as he lazily slung his arm over your shoulder and yawned. 

“Are you tired? I know you usually go to sleep early.” You questioned as you extended a hand towards his face and trailed your fingers over his sharp knitted eyebrows. 

“I can stay up a bit longer. Also, I feel too comfortable beside you right now to move” He grumbled out tiredly as he leaned into your touch. 

“I’ll be beside you in bed, you know.” 

His eyes darkened slightly as a playful smirk formed on his lips, his gaze intensifying as he saw your cheeks heat up with a scarlet blush as you realized this would be the first time sharing a bed together. 

“Are you trying to tempt me y/n?” Bakugo teased trying to push down the blush that was attempting to dust his cheeks. 

“N-No, I was just-” 

“Telling me to take you to bed?” 

“You know that’s not what I meant.” 

Bakugo rose from his seat suddenly and stretched his arms before he called Akari over to him. Your eyes widened at the quick change of mind he had, when just moments ago he was too tired to move from his spot. 

“Where are you going?” 

Bakugo chuckled at your anxious reaction as he shot a playful smirk over his shoulder. “Your seduction attempt succeeded in waking me up.” 

“I was not seducing you!” 

“Yeah, yeah whatever. Are you coming to my room or not?” Bakugo questioned as Akari ran to his side eagerly. 

“Yes.” You shyly replied with a flushed face from the teasing you had endured. 

Bakugo lifted the little girl and carried her with one arm while he extended the other hand out towards you. Your eyes glanced up at him questioningly but when no response came from his lips, you had taken his hand in yours and he effortlessly helped you rise from the couch. The two of you continued to walk hand in hand to his dorm room while he carried Akari with his other arm. 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

The three of you slept peacefully that night, cuddled together in the small yet comfortable space of his dormitory bed. Your eyes fluttered open as a bright light flashed into the darkness of the room, disturbing your peaceful sleep. 

Your eyes adjusted to the light as you blinked and lifted your head to process what was going on. Your sleep filled brain is having trouble processing the sudden information so quickly after being forced awake. When your eyes finally adjusted to the light that engulfed your daughter and the pink mist that started to appear around her body, your eyes widened in shock. 

Your hands hurriedly grabbed onto Bakugo and as you eagerly shook his shoulders in an attempt to wake him up. After a few moments his eyes slowly opened and instantly glanced at the light and growing fog beside them. 

His expression fell at the sight before he peered down at you with saddened eyes, and you extended a hand towards his face to caress his cheek to comfort him. You knew how much he loved Akari and having her around the last two weeks caused him to grow attached to her more than you believe he realized. His hands gripped onto your waist tightly in a hug as he tried to stop himself from yanking the girl from the fog and waking her up so she wouldn’t leave. 

When the fog had finally disappeared once more, taking the girl back to the future, his head drooped as he leaned his forehead onto your shoulder. Silence filled the room as you continued to comfort him with gentle caresses and softly kissing his jawline and cheeks.

“Are you okay?”

“No.” He mumbled out under his breath, the saddened tone causing your heart to ache. 

“Is there anything you need?” 

“Yeah..” He trailed off while he pondered over his words. “You. I just need you to not leave me right now.”

The hammering in your chest echoed loudly in your ears as you blushed furiously at his request. You continued to stay in his tight embrace focusing your thoughts on the gentle comforting touches you would leave across his skin. 

 His lips moved greedily in search of yours after you had placed a kiss on his cheek and leaned away for a moment, one of his hands moved from the tight grip around your waist to the back of your neck pulling you back towards him. 

His eyes closed once more as his lips hastily locked against yours as he passionately kissed you. The feeling was intense, so intense that you felt as if you would get lost in the heat and the sweet caramel scent that was radiating off of him. 

Sighs and moans passed between their meeting lips, filling the emptiness of the room, both you and Bakugo having to fight to not lose composure completely in the heated moment. Though out of the two of them, it was you having the harder time restricting yourself as you whined in displeasure when Bakugo pulled back for a moment to catch his breath. 

His eyes met yours as he peered down at you and the heated gaze suddenly turned somber once more as he looked up towards the ceiling sighing. “It gets harder each time I have to say goodbye to them.” 

“It’s not really goodbye, not truly. You’ll see them again in the future and then you’ll never have to say goodbye again.” 

“I don’t want them coming back again, I don’t think I can go through this one more time.” 

“I know and I have a feeling there won’t be any more trips.” 

“Akari looked so much like you, it left me speechless at how beautiful she was when I first saw her.” 

“Now you know how I felt when I saw Katsuro.” You giggled as you ran your fingers through his sleep tousled hair. 

“Let's go back to sleep, we have class in the morning.” He grumbled out after he took a glance at the time on his phone. 

“Do you want to talk some more?” 

“No, I’m just glad you were here because I think it would be harder for me if you weren’t.” 

“I’ll always be here for you Katsuki.” 

“Promise?” 

“Promise.” 

Confident. The rest of that night was warm and needy cuddles between you two as you both peacefully fell back into a deep sleep. The sun rose high into the sky and shined brightly through the crack in the curtains and lit up the darkness of the room, waking you up in the process as you groaned at the sunlight hitting your tired eyes. 

“I take it you're not a morning person?” A deep sleep filled voice roused out. 

You turned your head in the direction of the voice to see Bakugo sitting up in the bed beside you, his hair tousled messily as he rolled his shoulders to ease the tension in his muscles. 

“I hate mornings.” 

Bakugo chuckled lightly as he reached a hand down to your head and ran his fingers through your hair. “That makes sense.” 

“Hmm.” You hummed in agreement before continuing. “How are you feeling?” 

“Better actually, sleeping next to you helps that's for sure.” 

“Haha, stop teasing me.” 

“I’m being serious, I actually feel better today. Remember what you said last night about it not being goodbye forever?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You're right I’ll see them again, and the harder I work the sooner I get to having a family with you.” He said confidently. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I’m thinking as soon as I hit the charts of the hero board we should reward ourselves with a family.” 

“Katsuki!” You said playfully as you slapped his chest. 

“What? You want to have kids before then?” He teased. 

“We need to get married first.” 

“Who said we weren’t?” He replied as he peered down at you with a smirk on his lips. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Bonus Scene:

“GET OUT OF MY WAY DEKU!” Akari barked out at the dark green haired boy as she imitated her father. 

“Woah! Mini Kaachan!” He exclaimed as he took in the girl’s appearance. 

“I said move it loser!” Akari ordered again. 

Deku moved out of the way nervously as he watched Akari and Bakugo walk into the lounge area, Bakugo threw a proud look over his shoulder as he passed him with a shiteating grin etched onto his face. 

The students in the lounge area immediately stopped what they were doing to focus on the costume-clad daughter of Bakugo who walked into the room with a proud smile on her lips at her first attempt of imitating her father. 

“OMG! THAT’S ADORABLE!” Mina exclaimed at the sight of Akari in a mini version of Bakugo’s hero costume. 

“Bakugo Cosplay?” Sero questioned in amazement.

“What should we call you Akari?! Mini Lord Explosion Murder?!” Kirishima gushed watching as the four year old showed off her costume. 

“No! I’m Princess Explosion Murder, get it right Uncle Shitty Hair!” 

“AH! Of course, my bad!” 

Akari climbed up on the coffee table suddenly in order to feel more equal in height to the students around her in the room before she continued talking. 

“I’m going to beat all of you extras and become the number one hero!” She exclaimed loudly. 

Bakugo leaned his back against a wall as he watched her in pride, the grin plastered across his face never dropping. The sight of his daughter in his costume was even better than he imagined and watching her imitate him was the best thing he could ask for to make his day. His thoughts trailed off as the loud and rowdy students laughed and gushed at Akari’s attempts at Bakugo cosplay. 

I wonder how y/n would look in my colors…

Eijiro Kirishima:

A five year old girl stood there before them, fear clearly written on her face as tears welled up in her eyes. 

Shocked. At the sight of the child, everyone's nerves calmed down as they tried to understand the situation, Including Kirishima who breathed out a lengthy sigh of relief. He took another glance towards the girl that was now being comforted by All Might as he tried to use his hero form to show the girl she was safe. 

His body froze as he felt a jolt of electricity run through his body. His heart raced as he struggled to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each quick inhale and exhale. The girl looked similar to him in too many ways for him to not be shocked by her appearance, each trait he found in the girl became more familiar to him the more he saw. 

The girl’s hair ran long and dipped below her shoulders, it was primarily black with one money piece section that framed her face being y/h/c shade. Her bright y/e/c eyes sparkled as she stared at All Might’s hero form, reminding him of you whenever you got excited about something. The little nose that he saw twitch as she sniffled and wiped away the remaining of her tears looked identical to your own. The smile that overtook the quivering lip beamed brightly up at All Might, a smile he believed originally belonged to him paired with cute little dimples on the side that matched your own. 

No one except Mina and you knew what he had looked like before attending U.A., so he knew that no one would pick up on the glaringly obvious traits he had pieced together so quickly. His mind raced for possibilities of how this could be possible, or if it was just a coincidence that a child existed somewhere who managed to look like a perfect mixture of you and him. 

She really looks like she could be y/n and I’s secret love child…

A hand slapped his shoulder roughly, breaking him from his thoughts as he turned his head in shock at the sudden attack. Mina’s furrowed eyebrows and questioning eyes greeted him along with you being pulled behind her, you looked just as surprised as him as he saw your eyes take another glance towards the girl. 

“Do you two have something to tell me?! Like maybe why there's a five year old girl who looks like your child in All Might’s arms right now?!” Mina whispered harshly as she tried to keep her observations from the other students. 

“N-no.” You stammered out still trying to process your thoughts. 

“We didn’t have a secret love child!” Kirishima whispered harshly back. “We are just as surprised by her appearance as you are.” 

“How is it possible that she looks so similar to us?” You questioned under your breath. 

Kirishima stared into your eyes as he felt a warm flush spread across his face at the thought of having a child with you. He tried to stay calm as his chest pounded wildly but he knew deep down there had to be a possibility of the girl being his daughter, his mind reeled from the conclusion it had jumped to.

Baffled. There was a resounding silence that echoed as a joyful cheer filled the air. The girl had managed to see you and Kirishima once she had looked around at the students, her finger was high in the air as it pointed directly at the group that had been debating the child’s origins just moments before. 

“Daddy!” The girl shouted happily as everyone froze at her statement. 

Kirishima felt his classmate’s eyes wander over to him as they jerked their heads in the direction the girl was pointing. The blush that had been burning his cheeks had turned crimson as it crept to his neck and ears, blood rushing to his head at being addressed ‘daddy’ by a child he could only imagine his future daughter to look like.  

"Do you know this kid Shitty Hair?" Bakugo grumbled out as he questioned. 

He shook his head ‘no’ slightly in surprise, before he saw how the girl’s smile dropped at his rejection. Her lower lip quivered as tears shimmered in her eyes at the realization that the father she knew didn’t know who she saw, All Might nervously tried to make the girl smile once more before she started crying again. 

“Daddy?” She sniffled as she locked eyes with Kirishima. 

The weight of his guilt of rejecting her bore down on him, making his chest feel heavy and tight. He felt like he was suffocating under the pressure of his mistake because he knew deep down she was his daughter even if he didn’t know how or why she was there, he knew she was his. 

“I’m sorry, I was wrong. She is my daughter.” Kirishima blurted out as he extended his arms towards the girl in an invitation for her to come to him. 

The girl quickly managed to escape from All Might’s arms as she jumped down and ran straight to Kirishima, jumping into his arms as he wrapped his arms around her protectively. 

“Daddy, why did you say you didn’t know me?” The girl cried into his shoulder, letting the tears fall freely down her face and onto his skin. 

“I was just a bit surprised to see you here so suddenly, I’m sorry that was very mean of me huh?” 

“Yes! It was very mean!” 

“I won’t do it again, I promise.” 

“Pinky swear?” She asked cutely, finally lifting her head from his shoulder while extending her pinky upwards. 

He locked his pinky finger around her tiny one and repeated her words confidently. “Pinky swear!” 

Everyone watched the interaction between the two in shock and amazement at the developed information they had to process. Questioning glances were sent his way from his classmates as they tried to figure out what was going on and if the child was really his or not, while he just returned each glance he met with a nervous smile before anxiously turning towards you to see your reaction.

You smiled softly in return and placed a comforting hand on his arm to reassure him that you weren’t angry that he had claimed the girl without talking to you beforehand. In fact you were going to urge him to accept her just as he did when you saw how broken she looked at him rejecting her. 

"Kirishima and y/n have kids!?!?" Tetsutetsu bellowed loudly as he figured out who the other parent would obviously be. 

Chaos erupted as Kirishima wrapped his free arm that wasn’t holding his new daughter around your waist and pulled you closer to his side, making sure to keep a steady grip on his daughter with his other hand. Your eyes were wide as he stood next beside you proudly, not reacting to the chaos swirling around his newly formed family but instead mentally trying to process now having a daughter out of thin air.

Your mind swirled for answers, but you couldn't help the deep blush that took over your face as Kirishima’s hand held you protectively to him. The action made your heart flutter loudly in your ears. You two have been dating almost since the beginning of the year, but as you glanced up at him you believed this was the coolest you have ever seen him. He was so prepared to protect and defend you and this girl that he wholeheartedly knew was his daughter. In this moment you two didn't just look like a cute couple, but instead a real family. 

Tetsutetsu made his way over to the newly formed family as he admired Kirishima in awe, he bowed his head quickly before raising his head once more to lock eyes with the red headed boy. 

“You really are a man! I respect you for taking care of your family!” 

Kirishima’s skin burned from crimson to a scarlet shade at the honest compliment given to him by his class b counterpart. While you giggled at his side at how flustered Kirishima became from becoming a father. 

Vlad King managed to gain control over the rowdy students, instructing everyone to the dormitories. "We are stopping classes here today while we investigate what is happening, everyone return to your dormitories.”

Fascinated. After comforting the girl at the dormitory, y/n was able to coax out bits and pieces of information from her. Your subtle questions being simple and easy for a five year old to understand and much less intimidating than when Vlad King had attempted to question the girl.Your ability to be calm and collected in this situation mesmerized him, was the sudden appearance of a child not as shocking to you as it was for him? He seemed to be the only one out of the two of you that was struggling to process the situation since every time she called him ‘daddy’ his mind would freeze out of joy and shock from the acquirement of the title. 

"My name is Emiko Kirishima!" The girl happily introduced herself to the students.

The sight of the girl’s bright smile and her eyes gleaming with happiness had everybody in the room beaming with joy as she quickly fit into your group of friends that were gushing over her cuteness. Her smiles lit up the room and eased the tension that had weighed on the student’s shoulders from earlier, and you couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your lips as you watched her. 

And then there was Kirishima, sitting beside you on the sofa with his arm wrapped around your shoulders. He pulled you close and intertwined your fingers with his. You couldn’t help the bright smile that formed on your lips as you leaned into him, and he laid his head on top of yours. This was an unexpected turn in your relationship since neither of you planned on having a daughter so suddenly thrown onto you, but in this moment with Emiko laughing happily with the rest of your classmates and you two sitting together in peace it was a turn of events that you didn’t mind happening.

“She’s here because of me, well technically my quirk.” you stated nervously while you gave his hand a quick squeeze.

“What do you mean?” 

“You know how my quirk is time skip? I can go back or forward in time up to five seconds. Well it seems her quirk is a mutation from mine and she accidentally sent herself here after manifesting it.”

“Woah! It’s amazing that she has such a strong quirk especially when she just manifested it!” Kirishima boasted. 

“I bet with a quirk like that she will be a great hero some day, well if that’s what she wants to do when she gets older that is!”

You lowered your head as you grimaced at his praise of the quirk she inherited from you, feeling guilt take over your restless thoughts. Your eyebrows furrowed as you kept your gaze trained in the floor beneath your feet before his voice broke you out of the self doubt that had plagued your mind. 

“Y/N-” He muttered under his breath with the corners of his lips turning downward. 

“Just because her quirk is related to yours doesn’t mean it’s your fault that she’s here.” 

“She doesn’t know how to use her quirk yet, so she won’t be able to get back home on her own and if I didn’t have this quirk I wouldn’t have passed it onto her and caused her to feel so helpless.” 

“Don’t say that. Your quirk is one of the many reasons we met and will someday have that beautiful girl over there, everything is going to be okay. We will get her back home, I promise.” He reassured you. “Look at her smiling and laughing with Kaminari right now, I don’t think she’s too worried about it either because she believes in us.”

“You’re right! I’ll believe in us too.”

When his eyes met yours, it was clear that he was filled with assurance. A gentle smile came across his face in response to the connection between you two. It was a moment full of warmth and admiration. Seeing this, you suddenly felt a wave of calmness wash over you. It was a state of mind that allowed you to let go of all your worries, doubts, and fears. It allowed you to feel safe in a world where no one could harm you. And for a brief moment in time, it gave you the impression that you were invincible. After all, what could possibly go wrong with  this great man and the person he thought so highly of? 

"I do not know what will happen in the future. But I want you to know that I will always try to keep you and our child safe." He said confidently.

“How chivalrous of you! Talking like that makes you seem very manly.”  

”Of course, I will never let anything hurt you or our family, no matter what I will protect the people I love."  

The words echoed in your mind as a small smile formed on your lips, your eyes softened as you looked at him with an affectionate gaze. 

"Then, I guess the only thing we can do now is take each day as it comes until we get her back home." 

He smiled back at her. "You're right, let's just enjoy the time we have together with her now." 

A sly smirk formed on your lips as you thought back to the statement he had so confidently a few moments before, your eyes gleamed and you fluttered your eyelashes gently in his direction.

"So you love me?" You questioned, repeating what he had said as a blush crept up your face. 

A deep flush quickly spread across his face, giving a distinct hue to it that was almost identical to the dyed color of his hair. Struggling for words, he stumbled trying to form an answer as his eyes widened in realization that he had admitted he loved you for the first time without thinking absentmindedly. 

"Um... No. Wait. That’s not..Um...I mean.."

“Try to breathe.” 

“No, It’s just… I wanted the first time I said I loved you to be more memorable than me just saying it in passing. I totally screwed it up.” He sighed as he lowered his head. 

You extended a hand out to lift his chin upwards once more so that you could look into his crimson eyes. 

“Well technically you haven’t answered my question yet, so you can do it now.” 

“I’ve never seen someone as beautiful as you in my life. I love you y/n, and I would do anything for you to see yourself the way I see you.” His voice was full of awe as he confessed to you. 

“Kirishima..” His hand came up and brushed the tear that had slid down your cheek. 

“Y/N?” 

“I love you too, more than anything in the world!" You breathed out, your heart fluttering.

“Woah! Even more than our daughter?” 

“Okay, you might be a close second.” 

Enchanted. He watched you from afar as Izuku rambled beside him at the possibilities of Emiko’s quirk as how they can try to train her to use it well enough to get her back home. Aizawa had already informed him and you that he would look into her quirk and practice with her the same way he has been with Eri so that way they didn’t have to work on this alone. 

His eyes wandered back over to you as his concentration broke from the conversation, Emiko was practically attached to your hip as the two of you danced around the lounge to the music. Toru and Mina had suggested a dance party which ended up with the two of you joining happily as you twirled the girl around. Watching you so effortlessly dance and how fluid and graceful your movements seemed to be at the same time enchanted him, he knew you took dance classes when you were younger but he had never actually seen you dance. 

Amazement settled into his features as a slight blush dusted his cheeks while he continued to watch you, even when your tiny dance partner had missed a step you carried on with ease as you directed her in your movements. You glided around the sofas as you swiftly brought her along with you, your beaming smile making you look radiant as you twirled happily to the music. 

Emiko had almost tripped, but you caught her effortlessly lifting her up and twirling her in the air before placing her back down on the ground once more. Ochacho had almost bumped into the two of you when she wasn’t paying attention, but you swiftly moved out of the way while looking as if you weren’t dazed in the slightest. You truly were able to be in your element with your daughter and the music and caused a soft smile to form on his lips as he witnessed the moment. 

How did I get so lucky?

Kirishima’s thoughts were interrupted when a tiny hand suddenly waved in front of his eyes. You stood before him, Emiko held in your arms as you both smiled happily at him. Emiko’s hand was extended out towards him eagerly, he gave her a bright smile in return and took the small hand in his. 

"I thought you might want to dance with us." you laugh.

“You were right, I do want to dance with you.” 

Emiko beamed as she pointed towards Shoto. "Can I dance with the boy over there too? He's really handsome." 

He coughed viciously as he almost choked on the air he breathed in. Kirishima’s face paled as his eyes widened at his daughter’s statement, before he sent a pointed glare towards the unaware classmate. 

This isn’t happening! It’s too early for her to find boys attractive! 

“Never.”

Panicked. He had barely caught the girl from falling off the bed that she had decided to use as a makeshift trampoline that morning. Her giggles continued as he safely placed her on the ground and tried to chastise her for her dangerous actions. When he had taken his eyes off of her a moment ago to finish getting dressed for the day the last thing he imagined when he took a glance back at her would be her tiny feet slipping into the air and her head tumbling downwards towards the floor. 

Adrenaline was still pumping as he tried to slow the fast beats of his heart. The panicked feeling faded as frustration bubbled over when he saw that the girl was still giggling happily over her actions. 

His thoughts raced as he touched the scar on his eyebrow, he quickly ran his eyes over the girl to make sure she hadn’t accidentally hurt herself during her dangerous attempt at playing before he knelt down and peered into her eyes seriously. 

“Emiko, you can’t act so dangerously! You could have gotten seriously hurt! How many times do I have to warn you about jumping on the bed?” He scolded. 

“I-I just wanted to play..” 

“I know sweetie, but you can’t be so reckless. I don’t want to see you get hurt and end up with scars like I have okay?”

“Okay…” She shyly agreed with her head lowered. 

“How about if you don’t tell y/n about this, I’ll give you Ice cream after breakfast?” He bribed the young girl, knowing all too well that you had already warned him not to take his eyes off her while she was on the bed. 

“REALLY?!” Emiko cheered happily. 

“Really!” 

“Okay! I’ll keep it a secret from y/n!” 

The sudden clattering noise of the door as it opened made Kirishima jerk his head in the direction of his dormitory door to see you standing there with your eyes narrowed and a sly smirk formed on your lips. 

“Keeping a secret from me huh?” 

“Wait, it’s not-” 

“Emiko!” You said sweetly as you attempted to tempt the girl into siding with you. “If you tell me what happened, I'll make you fudge brownies.”

“Deal!” 

“What!?” Kirishima remarked, shocked at how easily his daughter switched sides. 

“Brownies are better than ice cream!” Emiko replied innocently. 

“How did you know that would work?” 

“It was a guess, I’ve always liked brownies over ice cream too.” 

Disappointed. That night Kirishima returned from his hero work study from Fatgums agency he had plans to spend the rest of his time with you and Emiko, and for the most part he was able to fulfill those plans. He had made dinner with you, and watched movies with his daughter and even played with her for as long as he could before the girl was obviously too tired from the exhausting day and needed to go to bed. 

When the two of you had put the girl to sleep in his bed and began getting ready to sleep beside her yourselves, you had noticed that she had begun having a pink mist develop around her as it slowly formed into a deep fog like the one that had brought her here. Your eyes widened as you bright kirishima’s attention towards the fog, your eyebrows raised in shock as you could no longer see your daughter's figure through the fog that was covering her body. 

His heart sank as the god disappeared along with his daughter who had been laying on the bed moments ago. He never got to say goodbye to the girl before she left and that crushed him inside more than anything else. He wanted to be able to wish her good luck in the future and remind her how much he loved her before she disappeared back to the right timeline with the future versions of themselves waiting for her to return. 

She’s going to wake up at home and not know how much I’m missing her at this very moment. 

Maybe I should have stayed home from the work study this week just so I could have spent more time with her… 

Proud. The rest of that night was filled with tears and needy cuddles , as he refused to let go of your figure, half afraid you would disappear as well he didn't keep a firm hold on you. His tears finally stopped as he fell into a deep peaceful sleep, while you brushed away the remaining wet tears that rolled down his eyes.

The sunlight filled the room through the opening in the curtain as your eyes adjusted to the morning light, blinking away the sleep that had taken over you.

You look down to Kirishima's face that was nestled on your chest as his arms were wrapped securely around you in a tight embrace. His face was peaceful as he continued to sleep through the morning hours. You gently brushed some hair out of his eyes and behind his ear as he flinched at the movement , eyes slowly opening to take in your figure beneath him highlighted by the sunlight of the room.

"Good morning Kiri, how are you feeling?" You gently questioned while running your hands through his tousled sleep hair.

“A bit better than last night, that’s for sure.” 

“Really? That’s good.”

“Yeah, I realized something. I still have you and that’s all I need for now, because I know someday we are going to have a beautiful family again.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Bonus Scene:

Kirishima carried Emiko on his shoulders while he ran down the hallway towards the classroom, the girl giggling happily with her hands raised in the air to feel like she was on her own personal roller coaster. 

You watched from a few steps behind as you followed them, a soft smile on your face as you watched the two of them bond. 

“Hey daddy?” The girl asked suddenly as she stopped giggling and her face became more serious. 

“What’s up sweetheart?” 

“Will I be able to go to school here like Ryuichi and Ryuji are going to?” 

“Whose Ryuichi and Ryuji? Are they your friends?” 

“Oh right! I forgot that you don’t know about them yet, they are my brothers!” 

The air caught in your lungs as you choked viciously as you listened to their conversation. Finding out you had more children with Kirishima shouldn’t be that shocking considering you have a daughter that time traveled, but for some reason the sudden knowledge that  there were more kids you didn’t know just yet made your heart skip a beat. 

“Brothers?!” You exclaimed from the shock. 

“Yes, my twin brothers! Everyone says they are going to go to U.A. just like you two, but I want to go too.” 

“Emiko, did you forget that your quirk is related to y/n’s? I believe you can do anything you want in the future sweetheart.” 

“You really believe I could be a hero too?!” 

“Of course! You are our daughter after all!”

Neito Monoma:

A five year old girl stood there before them, her hands clenched into fists at her side as she cautiously surveyed her environment.  

Alarmed. At the sight of the girl, everyone’s nerves had calmed as the adrenaline pumping through their veins dwindled down. However the presence of the child caused Monoma’s heart to pound louder in panic, struck with a feeling that something wasn’t right with this situation. He took another glance towards the girl who was now being questioned and comforted by All Might and Vlad King. 

Was no one else thinking that this child could be working with villains?...

His heart pounded against his ribcage as he took in their appearance, which became more familiar to him the more traits he saw. The conversations and noise happening around him faded as he was frozen in shock at the sight. His mind went into full alarm as he tried to process what he was seeing before him as he studied the girl. 

The girl’s hair was a warm blonde shade matching his own and the light y/e/c eyes were almost identical to yours, the only difference being the pupils were bright white just like his own. Her nose scrunched up cutely as she tried to calm down, just like he noticed yours would always do. The smile that lit up her face as All Might transformed into his hero form originally belonged to you, even the laugh that escaped from her lips was a perfect harmony matching the one he listened to so often coming from you. This girl might have been a miniature female version of him, but he could easily pick out the traits he could trace back to you. 

Kendo was just as quick at piecing together the traits.

"Monoma, do you have a younger sister?" She curiously asked. 

Monoma was so perplexed at the appearance of the girl; he hadn't heard Kendo’s question at first, causing her to repeat herself for a second time. His thoughts raced as a worrisome thought echoed into the back of his mind, making his thoughts run haywire which he chose to try and ignore. 

His body was still too tense in order to respond properly, so he settled for simply shaking his head ‘no’ while his face twisted showing the crippling anxiety eating away at him. Monoma’s eyes nervously darted to find you amongst the crowd, once his eyes landed on you he had visibly relaxed his shoulders a bit and let out a harsh breath while Kendo’s eyes trailed after him to find what or who he had been searching for. 

You and Sesuna had been sending hushed whispers back and forth before you paused for a brief moment, the sudden feeling of being watched had the hairs on your neck stand up as you turned around and noticed his stare, waving happily in return. 

"The girl looks exactly like what I imagined y/n & I's daughter would look like." he whispered under his breath, barely above a whisper. 

Monoma still had his eyes trained on you, his mind reeling from the conclusion it had jumped to. 

Flustered. There was a resounding silence that echoed as a heavenly voice excitedly filled the air. The girl had managed to see you among the students, and ran past the two teachers that were questioning her as she happily rejoiced in your presence. Your arms had opened as if on instinct, and the small girl jumped into your arms with her face smiling brightly at you in the same way you had grown accustomed to seeing Monoma's smile.

"Do you know this girl y/n?" Yui questioned, her face eyebrows furrowed in thought as she peered at the girl's familiar appearance. 

You shook your head 'no' silently in surprise, while offering comforting pats along the small girl's back. The girl was too busy to pay attention to your conversation, much less your response to it as she looked around the crowd of students, eyes desperately searching for someone in particular. 

"Daddy!" The girl shouted suddenly as she left the embrace of your arms. 

The girl ran excitedly in the direction of Monoma and your heart fluttered at the sight, the pieces of the puzzle started to click together as you noticed how similar she looked to the boy she was running towards. Monoma’s eyes widened as he witnessed the small girl run towards him after addressing him as ‘daddy.’ He stood frozen in place, his face contorted into a mixture of fright and confusion.

She slowed to a stop as she stood in front of him after noticing that he didn’t immediately extend his arms out to her as you had. She tilted her head in confusion as she peered up at him, her arms raised expectantly as she waited. 

He visibly stiffened from the tension coursing through his veins, the tips of his ears turning bright red as a deep blush crept up his neck and to his cheeks. Upon seeing the girl peering up at him and her eyes sparkling with affection for him, his thoughts became muddled. He felt as if his heart skipped a beat, and a cold sweat broke out on his skin, it was like an icy hand that gripped his heart and refused to let go. 

Monoma’s light blue eyes glanced from the girl to you, silently telling you his assumptions that this girl had to be their daughter. 

"Daddy?" The girl whimpered, her y/e/c eyes glossy. 

A jolt of electricity ran through his body, a sudden feeling of guilt overtook his heart as he saw the tears the girl had been holding back due to his inability to comprehend the situation. He reacted on impulse, not wanting to see the girl in front of him shed tears due to his slow thinking. He knelt down on the ground extending his arms openly for the girl, the deep blush still burning his skin as he waited for her to enter his embrace. 

She studied at him for a moment, questioning if she should before she wrapped her arms around his neck and lowered her head on his shoulder. She hugged him tightly as he lifted her in his arms carrying her protectively as he moved a comforting hand along her back. 

"Monoma and y/n have kids!?!?" Awase bellowed loudly.

“How sinful to have a child out of wedlock, to think someone in our class would have done something so inappropriate. I will pray that your sins be washed away!” Ibara condemned with harsh judgment etched onto her face. 

Chaos erupted as Monoma walked over to you with hasty steps, making sure to keep a steady grip on his daughter. Your eyes widened as you tried to process all the questions being thrown at you and your boyfriend about the sudden appearance of the girl, your thoughts racing as you didn’t know how to answer their demands. He stood beside you, taking your hand in his as he rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand in silence. 

Your mind swirled for answers, but you couldn't help the deep blush that took over your face as Monoma’s free hand held yours. The comforting action made your heart somersault as your cheeks turned pink. Monoma still hadn’t said a word, only sharing a glance with you every now and then with a gentle comforting smile formed on his lips to assure you everything would be okay. 

“Okay! I think we should end class for today, everyone is free to go back to the dormitories!” All Might announced suddenly, catching everyone’s attention. 

“Monoma, y/n! Don’t think this is over, we will be there later to get more information on why she’s here.” Vlad king demanded with a pointed glare thrown in Monoma’s direction.

Horrified. After returning to the dormitory, the chaos from before had settled down. You were able to comfort the girl easily and managed to coax out bits and pieces of information from her before the bubbly girl got comfortable enough to start introducing herself to the rest of your classmates. The way you were able to so easily care for the girl who had suddenly appeared into your life shocked him, he had been struggling over his plaguing thoughts on whether or not he would be able to be a parent for this girl and here you were taking everything in stride so effortlessly. 

“My name is Sayaka Monoma!” The girl happily introduced herself to the students who eagerly greeted her back. 

Monoma watched from afar, his mind still reeling as he tried to process being a father. His back leaned against the wall as he thought in silence, before you found yourway beside him. His light blue eyes glanced at you softly, as he offered a gentle smile that greeted his lips. The dormitory entrance opened suddenly to reveal Vlad King walking into the lounge, his eyes narrowed as he surveyed the room for the girl. 

Once his eyes had landed on the girl who was being twirled in the air by Shishida, he sent a pointed look towards Monoma and you before sighing and shaking his head. Vlad King motioned for Sayaka to sit down on one of the sofa’s while he prepared himself to investigate her appearance. 

“I think it’s time we find out why she is here, don’t you?” 

Monoma’s eyes drifted towards his daughter where he noticed her hesitating while walking towards the sofa. He quickly walked towards the girl and extended a hand outwards to her, which she eagerly intertwined with her own. 

“There’s no reason to be afraid, I won’t let anything happen to you.” Monoma reassured the girl as he led her to the sofa. 

“I’m not in trouble?” 

“Of course not, we are just curious as to why you're here, that's all.”

“Then why does that man look so scary?” 

“That’s just his face! If he’s too scary to look at you can just look at me instead.” 

“Hey I don’t look scary! Do I?!” Vlad King chimed in with his eyebrows furrowed. 

“You do look a bit intense, especially for a five year old sensei.” You responded while taking a seat on the other side of Sayaka. 

“Let’s just get this over with.” 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Vlad King scratched the scruff on his chin in thought as the girl continued to share her memory of the moments leading to her appearance at the school. He leaned back into the couch as he shoulders slouched from exhaustion while he listened intently as she babbled on about her morning before arriving on the campus forest. 

“My quirk is copy so I can copy other quirks and use them, just like my daddy!” She babbled, Monoma’s ears perking at the information. 

His eyes narrowed as he turned to whisper into your ear. “I have a bad feeling about where this is going.” 

“There’s this kid at school who has a time travel quirk and everyone always praised him so much just because of his quirk.” 

“I don’t like where this is going either.” You whispered back. 

“So I copied his quirk to show everyone it’s not so great!” 

The room was silent at the girl’s confession as they processed the information, tension filling the air as Monoma sighed heavily and lowered his head in his hands. The fact that his daughter had copied the quirk and used it to bring herself her was one of the worst possibilities he had imagined, if her quirk worked exactly like his then she would need to copy the quirk once more before she could go back home, and the worst thing was that the kid who had the quirk hadn’t been born yet. The only thing they could hope for now is if they could find someone with a similar quirk or if the quirk she had copied works on a timer and once a certain amount of time passes that she would go back on her own. Even the kid or his family managing to come back into the past and bringing her back themselves would work as long as she gets back eventually. 

“Monoma it’s okay, relax” You said as you rubbed his back gently trying to comfort him out of his restless thoughts. 

“How is this okay?!” He scoffed. 

“This is one of the worst case scenarios I ran through in my head, we may never be able to get her back home.” 

“We will get her home, I believe in us. So for now, let’s just focus on taking care of her okay?” 

“Are you really not worried at all?”

“Why would I be? I have you by my side, don’t I” 

“Ha, y/n I don’t know how you do it.” 

“Do what?” 

“Make me fall more in love with you everyday.”

Mystified. He watched you from afar, Kendo’s rambles about how the time travel quirk could work brought him out of his thoughts as he tried to pay attention.

His eyes wandered back over to you, Sayaka practically attached to your  hip as you flawlessly moved around the kitchen. Astonishment settled on his features, even when the girl had gotten in your way or when she had tried to open the stove on her own, you handled it effortlessly like a dance.

Gilded around Sayaka to grab ingredients. Grabbed her hand and twirled her in another direction. She asked to lick the cookie dough off the spoon, you swiftly complied with a laugh. Syaka starts to get impatient waiting for the timer to ding, you pull out frosting colors for her to help you choose how to decorate the cookies in order to keep her occupied. Tiny hands tried to reach for the newly baked cookies without you looking, you lightly tapped them away with your fingers and a smile.

How are you so amazing?

You don't have siblings and he’s never seen you babysit, but you were so naturally able to take care of the girl standing beside you. 

Monoma's thoughts were interrupted when a cookie lightly touched his lips. You stood before him, Sayaka held in your arms as you both smiled happily at him. Sayaka hand held out a cookie to his face eagerly, he gave her a bright smile in return and took a big bite of the cookie.

"My Love, tell him what you just told me." you laugh.

Sayaka beamed. "Daddy gets the first one!"

He coughed viciously as he almost choked on the treat. The two of you had laughed at his response.

Proud. Two days passed since Sayaka appeared, and you had started to realize just how much she resembled Monoma in not only looks but also personality. Monoma is sweet and caring when it comes to his classmates and friends , but when it came to people he didn’t care for then his personality was a bit more twisted and demeaning and it seemed that was something your sweet daughter inherited from the eccentric blonde. 

“Monoma, what is Sayaka wearing?” You questioned with raised eyebrows as you motioned towards the mini replica of his hero costume. 

“Obviously it’s a hero costume that looks exactly like mine!” He boasted in response. 

“Where did you even get that, wait- never mind. Where are you going?” 

“To show those Class A delinquents who has the best daughter in the future.”  

“Monoma-” 

“Sayaka tell y/n what you told me!” 

“They think they're better just because they have flashy quirks, but daddy is better than all of them because he can copy any of their quirks!” She boasted.

“Exactly! Why should I let my daughter live in their shadow when she shines just as brightly, she deserves to let those idiots know who is really more talented!” 

“Daddy is so cool! How did Class A ever get more popular than Class B when you were in school?! All the attention should have been on you!” 

“Oh angel! You know those delinquents are always getting in trouble with some villain or another, making the school look bad and hogging the spotlight for themselves.” 

“Those Idiots!” 

“Angel, you make your daddy so proud!” Monoma gushed over his daughter. 

You sighed as you brought a hand to your forehead where a headache had started to grow tremendously as you listened to the two rant over Class 1-A and what they had planned to say when they got to the other dormitory. You brought out your phone as you sent a text discreetly to the class representative, Kendo to warn her about their plans so that she could retrieve them. 

“Would you like to come with us y/n?” Monoma asked with a bright smile plastered on his face. 

“No, I’ll just wait here. I have a feeling you won’t be gone long.”

Relieved. That night after dinner with the rest of your classmates, a faint pink mist started to form around the girl. You drew Monoma's attention to the growing mist as your hand clasped around his.

He watched in beside you as the mist turned into a deep fog that made it harder to distinguish her features as it covered her completely. His heart sank as he realized that would be that last day they spent together until she was brought into this world again, his eyebrows furrowed as his eyes glistened while he fought back the tears that threatened to fall down his cheeks. He wanted nothing more than to have her go back home to the future versions of themselves, but he didn’t think that saying goodbye to their future daughter would make him feel so empty at watching her leave. 

“Monoma, are you okay?” You questioned once the fog disappeared once more with no sign of the girl who had been standing there moments before. 

He let out a harsh breath as he sighed. “I’m not going to lie. I’m sad that she’s gone but I’m relieved she’s back home safely in the future.” 

“I’m relieved that she’s back home, but I'm going to miss her tonight. I’ve gotten so used to cuddling her over the last few nights, It will be weird to sleep alone again.” 

Monoma’s body stiffened as a sly smirk formed on his lips and a blush crept up the back of his neck. He pondered over his words for a few moments before he came to the conclusion that take a chance on what he wanted to say regardless of the consequences of doing so. 

“That’s an easy fix.” Monoma chuckled as he intertwined your hand in his once more. 

“How so?” 

“Cuddle me instead.” 

Optimistic. The next morning the sunlight beamed into the dark dorm room, filling it with warm sunlight as Monoma’s light blue eyes opened slowly to adjust to the rays of light. He tried to move his hand to his face so that he could rub the remains of sleep from his tired eyes, but there had been a weight that stopped his arm from moving. 

His tired eyes blinked slowly as he glanced down to where his arm had been resting, the soft tresses of y/h/c hair cascading over his skin as you used his arm as a pillow beneath your head. Your face was peaceful as you slept unaware of the boy who was watching you with softened eyes and the gentle smile that caressed his lips. 

Monoma leaned closer to you as he placed a tender kiss on your forehead, wishing you more peaceful dreams as his eyes closed once more. He lowered his back down on the pillow as a bright smile plastered over his lips. 

I want to wake up like this every morning. 

Soon I’ll be able to, because we will have a family of our own.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Bonus Scene:

Monoma had the idea for the last few days that had spent with his daughter, everyone complimented and gushed over how much she looked like him. It was only natural for her to be a daddy’s girl since she seemed to admire him and look up to him so highly, so he wanted to give her something he thought she would enjoy more than anything else. 

He had gone out of his way to ask Momo if she would be willing to create an exact replica of his hero costume for Sayaka to wear. She of course had said no the first and second time, but after three days of him badgering her whenever he could, she had relented and finally agreed to his request. 

Sayaka was sitting on his bed, waiting eagerly for the present he had mentioned to her before he handed her the bag that held the custom created outfit. Her eyes lit up as she beamed happily at him once she held the outfit in her tiny hands, she jumped up from her spot as she immediately hugged him from the excitement. 

“Daddy! Thank you! Now I can be just like you!” 

“Angel, you don’t need a costume to be just like me. You already are just like me and y/n, that will never change.” 

“Even if I don’t end up being a hero like you two?” 

“No matter what you do in the future, you will still be our daughter.”

“I love you daddy.” 

“I love you too, Sayaka.” Monoma repeated tenderly. 

“Oh, but one more thing. I’m your favorite hero, right angel?” 

“Of course daddy!” 

“Good, let’s keep it that way.”

Mirio Togata:

A seven year old girl stood there trembling with fear as tears shimmered in her eyes and ran down her cheeks. 

“I think we should call for Mirio and y/n.” Deku announced after seeing the girl. 

Astonished. The loud slam that emitted as the door opened caused him to jerk his head away from Eri and towards the direction of the noise. The dark green haired boy stood anxiously in the doorway, a strained and conflicted look on his face as he stared at the blonde third year. Mirio smiled brightly at him as he and Eri waved to welcome Deku into the room where he had been babysitting the girl. 

“Hey Deku! Is something wrong? You don’t look too good, actually you're looking a little green! HA!”  Mirio laughed out loud as he questioned the boy. 

“You should come with me, there's someone you need to see.” 

Mirio’s face hardened at the serious tone Deku had used, his thoughts raced for an explanation as he closed his eyes and breathed out for a moment to release the growing tension in his body. A bright smile formed on his lips as he beamed confidently at the first year and raised a thumb upwards. 

“Lead the way!” 

“Mirio, do you want me to go with you?” Tamaki asked anxiously with a troubled expression. 

“No, it’s okay! Besides, someone needs to stay here and play with Eri or else she will feel lonely, right Eri?” 

The little girl blushed as she nodded her head and looked towards the ground in embarrassment. 

“I’ll be back soon, don’t worry!” 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Mirio followed Deku as he led him through the campus to where the first year’s were conducting a training course that morning. His thoughts raced as he pondered just what was happening and who exactly he would need to see. Did the teacher’s need him as an assistant again for a training exercise and forget to tell him? 

“Someone I need to see huh?! I wonder who it could be!” He thought out loud as he and Deku continued to walk. “Do I get any hints?” 

“I-I think it’s easier to explain once you see them for yourself..” Deku mumbled out nervously as his eyebrows furrowed. 

“I guess there's no choice then! I’ve “to-gata” go see them!” He exclaimed loudly as he laughed. 

Nervous laughter left the green haired boy's lips as he rubbed the back of his neck at the joke that Mirio had attempted, causing the blonde to laugh even harder at his response. 

“Just kidding!” 

“Right!” 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

The cold winter air wrapped around his body as they walked through the clearing and into the trees surrounding the area. He surveyed the area as voices started to echo the closer they got to the destination he was being led to. Mirio saw you with your back leaned against a tree and your eyes closed as his feet came to a stop beside Deku, your eyes opened and the sound of the leaves crunching under their feet. 

“Y/N, you're here too?” Mirio questioned, his eyes lit up as they met yours. 

“Yeah, they called for me to come out here but said I should wait for you to arrive as well.” 

“Woah! How weird! I wonder what they need us for, did they tell you anything?” 

“No, just that I was supposed to come here.” 

“It’s not too much further, I'll keep leading the way.” Deku chimed in to catch the couple's attention. 

The appearance of the retired number one hero came into view as they got closer to their destination. Briskly walking the last few steps to meet the teacher in front of them, All Might's  tired eyes met theirs as they faintly heard the sounds of the year one students talking loudly to each other. 

"All Might, did you need our help with another exercise?" You questioned.

He stayed silent for a moment pondering on his answer before simply stating "No."

"Then sir , why are we here?" Mirio asked with confusion written clearly on his face.

The teacher observed the two for a moment before releasing a long sigh and jutting his head in the direction behind him. His gaze was drawn to a young girl sitting in Kirishima’s lap as she happily listened to him tell her stories. Her wavy sunkissed blonde hair was long as it reached down to her waist, her small cute fingers moving a few strands behind her ears so the wind wouldn’t blow the hair in her face. The bright y/e/c eyes shined with amazement at something she just heard from the red head she was listening to.

The similarities amazed him, the way her eyes twinkled brightly as she got excited and the cute dimples that appeared by the child’s lips as she smiled were exactly the same as yours.  The nose he had gotten so used to seeing in the mirror now rested on the girl in question, and her bubbly laughter made his heart almost stop as it filled the air. The only person he ever heard with laughter as sweet and honeyed as her’s was from your lips, she seemed like an angel created just for him and you. 

A girl who looks exactly like y/n and I’s daughter would… 

How beautiful… I couldn’t imagine a more perfect image of what our children would look like someday…

"She appeared after we finished our training exercises for the day. Young Midoriya was able to Immediately recognize the similarities she shared with the two of you and after asking her some questions we were able to briefly understand what was going on." All Might started to explain to them.

"She looks so much like you, Mirio." You stated as a look of awe formed on your face. 

"It’s not just me she looks like, she looks like you as well babe.” 

“It’s almost like she’s our daughter, right y/n?” 

Your eyes widened at the statement glancing over at All Might to see him nod his head in confirmation of the claim. You looked over to the girl once more taking in her features as you start to notice the remarkable similarity she has to the two of you that you hadn't taken into account beforehand.

"She introduced herself as Risa Togata, the daughter of Lemillion and y/h/n. Would you like to meet her?"

Mirio excitedly nodded his head in reply as his hand extended out for yours. You accept it graciously and your thumb rubs circles into the back of his hand to calm him and yourself as the three make their way to the child.

Dazed. The anticipation made his heart flutter in my chest, and he felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins. It was like a wave of joy that lifted him up and carried him forward with each step that he got closer to the child. His mind was clouded and restless as he thought about what he should say first to the girl. The first assumption his mind had jumped to when he put the puzzle pieces together was that this girl had to be from the future or somehow a person with a quirk that made dreams come true created her and sent her here. Either way he wouldn’t complain as long as he got to meet the daughter he's been fantasizing about having with you in the future, even if she came a bit earlier than expected.  

Should I hug her right off the bat? That might scare her if she’s not used to It though… 

Will I do a good job taking care of her? So far I’m babysitting Eri just fine, but I’ve never had a kid of my own before and now that I don’t currently have my quirk…What would I do if… 

Mirio’s steps stopped suddenly as the doubt of not being able to protect his daughter plagued his thoughts. His hand tightened in yours as you stood beside him, watching him wrestle with his thoughts in silence as his gaze was trained on the ground beneath his feet. You had never seen him look so unsure and conflicted over something, he was really good at hiding the insecurities he felt and only really opened up about them if something had been really troubling him. Even after he lost his quirk, he didn’t wallow in sadness and instead kept on smiling and pushing onward with the hope that one day he would get his quirk back and even if he didn’t he still believed he could be a hero in some way or shape which was enough for him to keep his head high. 

“Mirio..What’s wrong?” You whispered as you leaned in closer to him. 

“What if something happens and I can’t protect that smile she has? What if because I don’t have my quirk I can’t save her?” 

Your eyes widened as you took in a deep breath, a look of recognition formed on your face as your brows knitted together. Your y/e/c eyes drifted to your intertwined hands has his grip around your tightened once more and his other hand was clenched into a fist, your heart ached at the self doubt his mind was conflicting on him in that moment and all you wanted to do was assure to him that everything would be okay, like he had done for you so many times in the past. 

“You protected Eri!” 

“Huh, but -” He started but you interrupted him. 

“Even without your quirk, you still protected and saved Eri! I believe in you, and so does everyone else. If our daughter is in trouble you will save her and you aren’t alone, you have me here, our friends and even the first years beside you to help you. No matter what happens in the future, we will protect our daughter together.” 

“How did I get so lucky as to find someone like you?” 

“I’m pretty sure it was your cheesy pick up lines, I’m a sucker for those after all.”

The two of you laughed lightheartedly at your joke as the tension left his body and the bright smile returned to the blonde’s face confidently. 

The singsong voice resounded, causing him to tense as she called out and rejoiced in the excitement at seeing the younger form of her parents. Her wide sparkling eyes met his as he jerked his head in the direction of his daughter, shocked at the child running towards him, arms wide open ready to jump into his arms at any moment.

"Daddy!" The girl cheered as he tightly wrapped his arms around her when she jumped at his figure.

The dazzling smile she had beamed at him as she jumped into his arms had caused his mind to fog over, stunning his thoughts from delivering the well thought out joke he was going to deliver when he greeted her. No one had ever called him ‘Daddy.’ Before and hearing it for the first time from his future daughter had caused a massive flood of adrenaline to shoot through his body, a sense of joy took over him as he peered down at the girl in his arms in pure awe.

The tips of his ears turned the slightest shade of pink as he wrapped his arms tightly around his daughter and returned her hug with a big bear hug of his own. He spun the girl in the air  while she giggled and laughed loudly from the excitement, before he slowed his pace to a stop and his eyes softened as he brought his forehead to rest on hers. The way his daughter looked up at him with trust and adoration, filled his heart with so much love that he never wanted to let her down. 

"Daddy?" The girl tilted her questioningly as she noticed the tears he was fighting back as he looked at her. 

“Why are you crying daddy?” 

“You’re just so beautiful!” Mirio sniffled as he wiped at his eyes with his free hand. 

“Daddy in the past is so weird!” The girl giggled as her bubbly laugh escaped from her lips. 

You took over the situation with ease. You directed the girl's attention towards you, noticing that Mirio would need a moment to regain his composure. You waved your hand in greeting, a wide smile placed on your lips as you spoke.

"Hi Risa! We are really happy to meet you."

"Is that why daddy is crying?"

"Yes, daddy just really loves you so much that it made him cry to see you so happy to see him."

"Oh! I get it, like how he cried when he found out I was getting a little sister?!" The girl questioned happily as you choked on air.

"That's right!"

Her laughter filled your ears as Mirio looked between you two in awe, the sudden family that was pushed together had felt so natural. It was as if at the first glance when he saw his daughter he just knew she was his and that there was an untethered bond between them that he couldn’t identify but could feel that she was his family. Now that the three of you were talking and he had his arms wrapped around her, he knew without a doubt even if she hadn’t technically been born in their timeline yet that the father daughter bond between them still existed. 

A blush crept up his face as his cheeks dusted a slight shade of pink at the memory of being addressed as ‘daddy’ and how he desperately wanted to hear his daughter call out to him again just so he could savor the moment for a bit longer than he had the previous time. 

Mirio wordlessly brushed his hand through the silky soft locks of his daughter's hair, a bright smile plastered on his face as he wrapped one of the wavy sunkissed strands around his fingers to curl it before letting it fall back in place. He glanced at her as she talked warmly over his shoulder to you before he remembered the opener he was going to greet her with earlier. 

“Did you hear that laughing too loudly is illegal in Hawaii? They only permit a-low-ha.” Mirio chuckled. 

“HAHA!” Risa laughed happily.

"Risa, I'm really happy to meet you." He said softly , his eyes lowering in bliss.

Risa bubbled with giggles as she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck and engulfed him in a tight hug. The conversation is still going on between you and Risa as she released herself from the sudden hug and looked back to you with sparkling eyes , voice animated as she rambled about her new favorite tv show.

"Mirio, we are going to let the two of you look after her while she's here. She'll be more comfortable around people she knows rather than strangers, while we continue looking into how to return her home." All Might announced catching their attention suddenly. 

“I was thinking we could bring her to go play with Eri, but I didn’t want to bring her there without you meeting her beforehand.” Deku chimed in. 

"That’s a great Idea! Risa, do you want to go make a friend?" Mirio questioned excitedly as he flashed an award winning smile towards his daughter. 

“YES PLEASE!” 

She worked her way out of Mirio's stronghold on her as she jumped down from his arms , he looked distraught from the sudden loss of holding his daughter in his arms while Risa reached out both her hands to grab onto each of her parents, adjusting herself in the middle of the couple as she prepared herself for the walk to the dormitory. 

When the couple didn't admittedly start walking to their destination, she gazed up with a questioning look at her parents. The blush on Mirio’s face grew hotter as he gazed at the three of them holding hands with his daughter being in the middle, the thought didn't escape him that they really looked like a family like this each holding one of her hands as they walked happily.

My happy family…

“Oh there’s something I want to do once we introduce you to Eri, so y/n would it be okay if you watch the two?” Mirio asked suddenly as a bright smile formed on his lips with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“Yes, but what is it that you are planning on doing?” You questioned with a raised eyebrow. 

“Hm, it’s more fun if you just wait and see.” 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Aizawa and Yamada sat in the silence of the lounge, the tension hanging heavily in the room as they processed the information they had learned about their highschool best friend. The strangled sound of a low grumble emitted from the blonde’s chest as he continued to lay face down on the table beneath him, Aizawa’s tired eyes drifted to his friend as the sound broke him from his relentless thoughts. 

“What are you thinking?” Aizawa managed to choke out. 

Present Mic spared a quick glance towards the eraser hero, his own greenish yellow eyes expressing how much of a toll the news had taken on him. 

“I’m hungry. I could go for something easy to digest. Udon?” He grumbled out tiredly. 

“I’ve been thinking. Given the work studies, the safety commission must know something.” Aizawa began, ignoring the man’s answer. 

“Yup.” 

“If we find out who’s manufacturing nomu…Then what?” 

“I’ll have a surprise karaoke contest with them. Then boil their guts while their eardrums bleed…And you?” 

Aizawa paused for a moment contemplating his words. “Well…”

Loud footsteps echoed into the room as two people suddenly ran into the room, the eraser hero stopped talking instantly as he focused his eyes towards the third year students who anxiously ran towards them. 

“Mr. Aizawa!” Mirio called out. “Sorry to bother ya’ during your break.” 

He grunted out in response as he stared at the two expectantly waiting to hear the reason they ran to him. 

“Eraserhead. It’s Eri, she..” Tamaki mumbled out anxiously with a troubled expression. 

“What’s going on?” He questioned as his face hardened. 

“Come with us.” Mirio answered before turning and pulling Tamaki along with him so he wouldn’t give up the news. 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Eri and Risa were playing alongside you and Nerjire as the door slammed open for the second time that day. This time Aizawa was the cause of the sudden loud noise that caused both the girls to jump in shock and divert their attention to the door. The eraser hero’s eyes surveyed the room as he tried to process what could have happened to the child under his care, but his eyebrows knitted and his tired eyes narrowed when he saw that she wasn’t in any danger. 

He turned his head in annoyance to the two third years that were standing behind him as they watched him run into the room, Mirio’s laughs escaped his lips while Tamaki nervously started to stutter out apologies for misleading the pro hero under false pretenses. 

“Why am I here Togata?” 

“Eri-chan has a new friend! My daughter, Risa from the future! I figured since you are basically her father you would like to see her play with another child for the first time too.” 

“Hmm. Is your daughter anything like you?” 

“Of course! Why do you ask?”

“I’m just thinking about how much of a bad influence a mini version of you and y/n would be.”

Intrigued. After Aziawa had met the girl, he was able to get some answers from her about what exactly happened for her to return to the past. She had told him that earlier that day her and her parents went to U.A. for the school festival and she had wandered off and gotten lost, then before she could find her parents one of the students had accidentally hit her with their quirk when they were trying to use it on someone else. 

“Woah! It’s impressive that in the future there's a student that has a time travel quirk!” Mirio exclaims with excitement. 

“I don’t think there’s anything to worry about then, since whoever it is will more than likely come to retrieve her at some point.” You added. 

“I guess there’s only one thing left to do then!” 

“What’s that?” You questioned nervously at the excited look that beamed on his face. 

“Introduce her to our classmates of course! She’ll be popular for sure! Just look at how cute she is!” 

“It’s going to be a long day…” You groaned as you thought about your classmate's reaction to the young girl. 

“Why do you say that babe?” Mirio questioned as he titled his head. 

“You’ll see.” 

When the three of you had returned to the third year dormitory, the students who were relaxing in the lounge area instantly surrounded you. Their eyes drifted to the bright and happy child that had greeted them excitedly as she entered the building. 

“Mirio, you really do have a daughter?” one of his third year classmates questioned. 

“Be serious, is this the real reason why you are taking a break from classes?” 

“Guys! You have to stop asking me that everytime you see me with a child, but to answer your question. This is my daughter Risa!” 

“W-WHAT?!” 

“OMG MIRIO ACTUALLY HAS A KID?!” 

“Settle down you two, she’s from the future!” You interjected to stop the impending chaos they were going to ensure upon the class. 

“THE FUTURE?!”

Well I guess that didn’t make it any easier… 

Worried. Risa’s giggles continued to fill the room as she listened to her father’s jokes. The small girl bounced on her toys and she raised her arms in the air, excitedly wanting him to continue to make her laugh. Mirio beamed a bright smile her way as he thought of one of the many jokes he had been storing over the years that he could use on her. She obviously got her sense of humor from him since she could think just about any of his jokes were funny, regardless of how corny they could be at times.

“Why haven’t you done my favorite one yet, daddy?” Risa laughed out as she tilted her head. 

“Oh and which one is that? Is it the peaches one?” Mirio chuckled. 

“No! Silly! The one where you scare y/n by coming out of the wall!” She cheered excitedly. 

Your body stiffened instantly as you processed the young girl’s words, the cookies you were currently baking being put on hold as your eyes widened and your jaw opened in shock. You placed a hand to cover your mouth quickly so that you could continue listening to the conversation between your daughter and boyfriend in the lounge before you.  

Mirio hadn’t realized the meaning behind what his daughter had said and instead his thoughts were filled with worry that he wouldn’t be able to fulfill the girl’s wish since he currently wasn’t able to use his quirk like he had in the past. His eyebrows furrowed and he hesitated before speaking, nervously apologizing to the girl. 

“I’m sorry Risa, but I can’t do that right now. I can do something just as fun though! I’ll show you, I’m just going to hide behind this couch and when y/n walks in I’ll jump out!” 

“Why can’t you go through walls daddy?” 

“Well- Honey I don’t have my quirk right now, but it’s okay because I’m still a hero!” 

“You don’t have your quirk anymore? Why?” 

“A bad man -” 

“Mirio!” You exclaimed, interrupting him. 

Mirio jerked his head in the direction of your voice, a bright smile plastered on his face as he waved at you. 

“What’s up y/n?” 

“Mirio, she’s asking why you don’t have your quirk!” 

“I know! I was just telling her about it.” 

“Dummy! Don’t you get what that means?” You cried as tears rolled down your cheeks. “You get your quirk back!” 

His body tensed as he processed the information you had given him before he beamed down at his daughter happily and lifted her into his arms. 

“Did I do something wrong?” Risa questioned nervously. 

“No, you could never do anything wrong, love. In fact, you just made your parents very happy.” 

He placed a tender kiss on his daughter’s cheek, making her giggle once more as his eyes lit up at the bright smile that was on his daughter’s face. 

Heartbroken. The time had finally come for Risa to be taken back home, much to Mirio’s protest. The night had been just like the last few nights he had shared with his daughter, cooking together and playing with her until she got sleepy enough for him to lure her to bed and tell her a bedtime story for her to fall asleep to. However, after the girl had fallen asleep he had noticed the pink mist form around her body as it turned into a thick fog. 

He instantly moved to take his daughter from the mysterious fog before you wrapped your arms around his as you effectively stopped him. His head turned towards you as he glanced desperately towards your y/e/c eyes, the heartache he was experiencing clearly showed in his eyes as he continued to watch the girl disappear before him 

“I don’t want her to leave.” He cried out as the fog started to dissipate once more. 

“She needs to go home, Mirio.” 

“But…” 

“You are waiting for her to return to you in the future to think about how happy you are to have her back home right now.” 

“That doesn’t make this any easier.” 

“I know…” 

Eager. The rest of that night was filled with needy cuddles in Mirio's dorm. Sleep eventually took you both into a land filled with dreams of your future family and when the sun once again rose in the morning, Mirio felt more optimistic about his future than the previous night.

"Good Morning, how are you feeling?" you questioned, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

He smirked, placing a finger in between your eyebrows.

"Better."

"Yeah?" you were still worried about him.

"Yes. It isn't goodbye forever, as soon as you get pregnant I'll see her again." A sly smirk played on his lips at your shocked expression.

You slap him hard on the chest as he laughed. "We aren't rushing anything!"

“Are you sure? The sooner we have her, the sooner we can all do things together again!” 

“Don’t tempt me!” 

“I think Eri would really like to have a sister, don’t you think so?” 

“Mirio! We aren’t even the parents of Eri!” 

“We babysit her, It’s close enough!”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Bonus Scene:

Mirio had told Risa that he wanted to take her somewhere special today, so the three of you got dressed early in the morning and left before most of the other students had woken up. Mirio held a small bouquet of flowers in one hand, while his other was intertwined with his daughter’s as she walked in the middle between both of you. 

“Where are we going daddy?” 

“To meet a good friend of mine.” 

You had already known beforehand where had planned to take her, he had talked to you about it the night before when he said that his mentor would have loved to meet Risa and he felt like he needed to bring her to see him at least once before she returned to the future. 

When they stopped outside of the private graveyard, Mirio had stopped in his tracks taking a deep breath before he continued walking to where he remembered the grave being placed. The three of you stopped before a clean and tidy grave that was well maintained, most likely due to there being many visitors that would stop by and visit the former pro hero. 

“Sir, It’s Mirio again! You were right, I do have a bright future ahead of me and I just wanted you to meet someone I know you would love more than anything if you were still here with us.” Mirio spoke as tears filled his blue eyes. 

“This is my daughter, Risa! Don’t worry I don’t technically have children yet, but she traveled from the future.” 

Risa peered up at her father as the tears rolled down his cheeks as he talked to the grave of Sir Nighteye. She smiled softly as she glanced towards the grave and placed the flowers her father had given her at the base where they would be well reversed until they were replaced. 

“It’s nice to see you again Sir Grandpa! I don’t know if you know me just yet, but in the future we will come to see you all the time! Daddy tells you everything because he loves you very much!” 

Mirio’s tears flowed harder at his daughter’s words and the realization that even in the future he continues to keep his mentor close to his heart and makes sure that he’s involved as much as he can be in his future and in his daughter’s future. 

“Daddy continues to cry a lot whenever he comes here, but y/n says it’s because he’s really kind so don’t mind it too much okay?!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

⋆ ★ A/N: First, I just want to say I wasn't expecting the amount of love I received in part one. I'm super thankful for everyone who is enjoying my content and continuing to read the work I post. I was able to manage my time a lot better on this one, however in doing so it did take me longer to write and edit before posting. (Bakugo’s section took me the longest because I had to add more material for it to make sense.)

Did anyone notice the easter egg I included from the Like father, Like son series? I did connect the worlds for the two requests! I thought it would be nice to have an established world for the Bakugo future kids. There is going to be a Part II of the Like Father, Like son  series posted soon, if you would like to join the taglist please comment either on this post or part one of that series. 

On some of the prompts I did try to shorten them to test out making less lengthy posts for everyone to scroll through.

If anyone would like a part three & four, I'm planning on writing a part three featuring: Aizawa, Hawks, FatGum, All Might

and a part four featuring: Dabi, Twice, Shigaraki, Overhaul. Let me know if you would like me to eventually post those.

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[thoraeth]

Black Hole Hunger [3/3] | All Might x Reader

words: 1500

TW & Tags: gn!reader, no use of y/n, small might, slow burn, fluff, happy ending, implied s3x.

A/N: We survived the great angst of part 2 so it's time for the fluffiest fluff! Also, this story is getting an extra chapter, an Epilogue that will cover the events until the end of the manga. Thank you to anyone who took the time to read my ramblings 🖤

[Part 2] [Epilogue ]

After the gloomy spectacle of the black hole, Toshinori has been restless: he paces back and forth in his bedroom and looks out the window often, ignoring the incoming calls blowing up his phone every morning.

You check on him discreetly, making sure to fully respect his boundaries and alone time. A noble resolution that has nothing to do with the burning shame that's been tormenting you since the day you’ve made a handsy fool of yourself. You’re just sticking to small talk and staying in your lane, as you're supposed to.

Besides that, the hero has been nothing but a gentleman to you. Whenever your flushed face peeps in his room, his eyes widen and he greets you with the kindest words. You wish you had an ounce of that composure but you just can't help it: the memory of his touch still gives you goosebumps every time you think about it. And you’re thinking about it a lot.

“Damn. What am I, fourteen?” You sigh. It's 4 in the morning and you're staring at the ceiling from that uncomfortable futon on the office floor. It doesn't take long before Toshinori’s laments reach your ears, making you kick your blankets away and run to his door.

“You ok in here?” Feeling your way to the light switch, you see the tall man growling at the window.

“Is it ever gonna stop?” He grits his teeth as the wind wails loudly. “It's driving me crazy, make it stop!”

“How?”

“Do a beach, or a sunny sky or whatever.”

“Umh… sure.” You activate your quirk and the room turns into a peaceful seaside with palms all around. The ominous howling, however, is still roaring in the air, killing the summery mood on the spot. “They’re just images, sounds not included.” You shrug.

The warm vision fades away and Toshinori jumps back on his bed, disappointed. “Sorry, that was rude of me. What time is it?” He scratches his forehead with a deep sigh. “I keep waking you up…”

“It’s ok, the wind was bothering me too. How about some music to drown out the noise?”

“Mh... I think the kids got me an app for that. But I have no idea where it is.”

You sit against the headboard and reach out to the hero, his phone dropping on your palm. He sits up too, leaning over your head as he observes your thumb sliding on the chipped screen.

“Is this your class? How lovely.” Behind the million icons, there's a background picture of some young heroes making silly faces, a beaming All Might right in the middle. The man looks so happy with that green haired shortie on his shoulders.

“Yes, at the sports festival! And this one is young Midoriya, the one I told you about.”

Before the music app could come up, Toshinori launches into detailed stories about his 1-A, lighting up with pride as he tells you all about the students’ adventures, praising them for their loving and supportive disposition.

Hunched over the tiny screen, he's reeling off random facts about each of them when the two of you get comfortably closer. Your hair brush against one another, his chest moving against your shoulder with every breath and word.

The hours go by and you both lay back. Resting against his chest, you're chatting softly while his long fingers trace invisible lines along your arm. Looking up at the hero, you marvel at how easy and good it feels to be with him. You're struggling to stay awake, to make it last just a little more, but his light touch helps sleep get the better of you.

When your eyes flutter open, a timid light comes from the window.

“Good morning…” you yawn. “Did we doze off?”

“I did not, but you crashed.” Toshinori is lying on his side, studying your face with an unusual happy expression. He stares at you intensely as you get up and stretch, almost drowning in that humongous sweatshirt.

You shuffle to the kitchen but the sound of other steps in the corridor makes you stop and turn at the blonde beanpole behind you. “You haven't set foot outside your bedroom in weeks. Congrats!” You smirk, heading towards the main room.

As you mess with yesterday's takeaway boxes, the hero slides on the sofa. He observes the light on the floor with a loud yawn.

“Last night I thought of something.” He says, out of the blue. “I’ll take care of my unfinished business, for the kid and everyone else. And if it means dying on the battlefield, so be it: I came to terms with that long ago.”

Mouth agape, you stare at Toshinori's nape, spilling coffee outside your mug. His words hit you like a punch in the stomach.

“And yet, I think I’ve never really taken into consideration the idea that I could…outlive it all. Enjoy it, even.”

You walk up behind him, watching him stretch his long arms, then scratch his chest. “Is that so?” you say softly.

“If by any twist of fate I’ll make it alive…I could hang out with friends whenever I want, bedrot on weekends and sleep alone no longer. Gosh, after fifty years.” He grows more excited with every thought. “I could even buy a small house by the sea! I’d watch the sunrise every morning and the kids from 1-A would come over in the summer.”

“That sounds lovely. Can I come over too?”

“Oh, you’ll have your keys.” he chuckles, throwing his head back to meet your gaze. “To every house I'll ever own. I'd be nothing but blessed to get home and have you there.”

At that point, you're far too gone; the feelings in your chest too big, too inflated to take any spoken form. You bury your face in Toshinori's neck, hugging him as tight as your arms let you. He slowly rests his head against you and lets out a content hum.

Things in the house are quiet again but, unlike before, the atmosphere is peaceful. Each day brings endless conversations about your lives, with tons of excuses to stay glued to one another. In fact, you’re constantly dancing around it: lingering touches, light pecks on the cheeks, your names whispered in the night to check if you're both awake.

As much as you enjoy taking it slow, something is secretly gnawing at you. Very soon, you'll be in the UA auditorium in front of the most powerful heroes of the nation with their protegees, and your speech is nothing like the draft you and Mr. Principal have agreed upon.

After all you've witnessed in that house, a simple talk about quirks just won't do: the hideous hunger must be brought to the light, pinned against the UA walls. What happened to Toshinori and the others must not continue undisturbed.

You couldn't care less if the rat will hate your lecture, if he doesn't pay you eventually. But what if he doesn't like it? Are you about to ruin it all? This thought makes you restless at night, so you end up at his door, seeking his arms to calm you down.

A couple of days before your lecture is due, the anxiety is so overwhelming that you can't bring yourself to get up: Toshinori has been calling you softly from the bedroom but your limbs just won't move. As you're about to drift back into sleep, though, you feel two long hands sliding under you, lifting you from the floor.

Burying your face in the hero's neck, you enjoy the swinging motion that brings you to the other room, feeling the soft mattress and the warmth of Toshinori on your back as he spoons you for the rest of the night.

When morning comes, you can't believe your eyes: glorious sun rays invade the room, warm on your face as if it's spring already. The neverending storm has finally left. You sit up in the middle of the bed and bask in that long desired light.

“I'm feeling much better thank you. I’ll be back on Monday.” Toshinori’s voice echoes in the corridor. “Is the meeting after the lecture or..”

Your charming hero appears in the door frame: he's talking on the phone but, as soon as he sees you, his face lights up.

He reaches you, getting so close you can hear Mr. Principal’s voice coming from the device in his hand. The blonde head plants a peck on your cheek, then whispers: “The weather is lovely. I went to buy us breakfast, it's in the kitchen.”

While he reassures the mouse he's still there, you observe him mesmerized, remarking how mundanity could make that man shine just as much as heroism. Suddenly, you cup his face with your hands and kiss him. A long, slow kiss in which he leans without hesitation.

Toshinori pulls back for a second, hanging up on the babbling principal. He throws the phone away, then tilts your head back to kiss you fiercely once again.

The hero has moved on top of you, whispering sweet words in your ear as your fingers dig in his golden hair. His big hands lifts his old sweatshirt up to your neck, and you surrender eagerly to him, craving every inch of his warm skin against yours.

It’s not even love you're feeling at this point, it is pure devotion. You want Toshinori to thrive and you’ll do anything so that he ends up safe, loved and taken good care of.

You think about your wrecked notes for a second and you've never felt more ready in your life.

[all-all-might]

Chapter 23 | Roaring Sports Festival

[every-mic]

CHAPTER 23 - ROARING SPORTS FESTIVAL

[superbat-love]

Gotham's Superhero Week: Bruce Wayne's Scandalous Antics! Is Romance Brewing Between Batman and Superman?

It's Superhero Week in Gotham City, and the excitement is reaching epic heights as people from all corners of the country flock to the city for the Superhero Festival extravaganza! The streets are teeming with attendees clad in their favorite superhero ensembles, ready to revel in the heroic festivities.

But hold onto your capes, folks, because Gotham's very own celebrity socialite, Bruce Wayne, has taken the city by storm! Sporting the iconic guise of Batman, the Dark Knight himself, Wayne has graced the festival to show undying support for his beloved hometown. The sight of him donning the Bat-suit and striking fabulous poses has sent shockwaves through the crowds, leaving fans in awe and paparazzi in a frenzy.

And the surprises don't end there! As the festival roars to life, Wayne takes center stage, belting out a heart-rending rendition of 'I'll Be Your Superhero.' Joining him is none other than the sensational Central City songbird, Alison Green, shimmering in the breathtaking attire of Wonder Woman! The stage ignites with their electrifying chemistry, leaving audiences craving more.

But alas, not all is smooth sailing in our Batman’s world. In an unfortunate turn of events, Wayne found himself at the short end of the stick in a boozy brawl with a belligerent “Green Lantern”. Fear not, dear readers, for salvation arrived in the form of Damian Wayne, the heir to the Wayne fortune, dressed as Nightwing, People’s Sexiest Hero Alive. With his height advantage, he swiftly put an end to the tumultuous scuffle with a nutshot, proving that perhaps not all Waynes are hopeless at combat.

And as if that wasn't enough to set tongues wagging, the Gotham gossip mill has gone into overdrive with jaw-dropping photos capturing Wayne in an intimate embrace with none other than a dashing Superman look-alike! Who is this mysterious Man of Steel? Word on the street is that he hails from Metropolis and works as a reporter. Could sparks be flying between the World's Finest superhero fans? Only time will reveal the truth behind this captivating enigma. Stay tuned, dear readers, as we continue to unravel the secrets of Gotham's Superhero Week! — Gotham Gazelle

[allisonbaelfire]

Amethyst. - Part 11

The air was thick with tension, the excitement of the crowd a distant hum in the back of my mind. I had slipped away from the noisy arena for a moment of peace, needing time to process everything that had happened so far. The adrenaline of the last fights still coursed through me, but more than that, Hawks’ words still kept echoing in my head: Give everything, or you and your loved ones are in danger.

I tried to shake it off, but the weight of his warning lingered like a suffocating cloud. Leaning against the cold stone wall of a secluded corner of the festival grounds, I closed my eyes and forced myself to breathe.

But of course, the silence didn’t last long.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing all alone?” a rough voice broke through my thoughts. I knew it even before I turned around.

“Katsuki,” I muttered, glancing over my shoulder. He stood there, arms crossed tight, his usual scowl fixed on me. I didn’t need this right now.

“You always sneak off like this to mope?” His tone was as sharp as ever, but something was different. His eyes weren’t just filled with irritation—there was… curiosity?

I rolled my eyes. “What do you want, Bakugo?” How did he even find me?

For a second, he didn’t answer, just stared at me with that intense gaze of his. Then, he spoke—quieter, but still demanding. “Why’d you defend me out there?”

That caught me off guard. I straightened, facing him fully. “You mean during the fight with Ochaco?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Yeah. I don’t need you or anyone else sticking up for me.”

I sighed, feeling the weight of his scrutiny. “You don’t get it, do you?” I locked eyes with him, refusing to back down. “I didn’t defend you because I thought you needed it. I did it because you fought Ochaco seriously, without holding back. You respected her enough to give it everything.”

Bakugo blinked—just for a second, but it was enough to show I’d thrown him off balance. “Tch. Whatever. Like I need to hear that from you.”

I raised an eyebrow, sensing his frustration. “So you’re mad that I said it in front of everyone, or because I’m right?”

For just a flicker of a moment, uncertainty flashed in his eyes. But then it was gone, replaced by that familiar hard glare. “Don’t act like you know me, Frostburn,” he snarled, turning away.

Before I could respond, the loudspeaker crackled to life overhead. “Next up, in the third round of the UA Sports Festival… Katsuki Bakugo versus Y/N Todoroki!”

My heart stopped. Bakugo and me? We were going to fight.

He whipped around, his eyes locking onto mine with a new, burning intensity. The vulnerability that had briefly surfaced vanished, replaced by a fierce determination. “Great. Just what I needed,” he muttered, voice low and dangerous.

The air between us shifted, growing taut with tension. “Bakugo, I—”

“Don’t you dare hold back, Frostburn,” he cut me off, stepping closer. His voice was lethal, his eyes blazing. “I don’t give a damn why you defended me. But if you go easy on me out there… I’ll crush you.”

I clenched my jaw, meeting his challenge head-on. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

For a moment, we stood there, the space between us thick with unresolved energy, like the calm before a storm. Then, without another word, Bakugo turned and stormed off, leaving me standing in the echo of his threat.

I exhaled slowly, trying to steady myself. This is it. No way I could be holding back now.

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As I walked toward the arena, the weight of the crowd’s eyes pressed down on me, their cheers and shouts blending into a distant roar. The stadium buzzed with excitement, but none of it seemed to reach me.

The announcement echoed in my mind—Katsuki Bakugo versus Y/N Todoroki—a wave of unease settled over me. Of all the people I could’ve fought, it had to be Bakugo. Not because I feared him—far from it. Bakugo was ruthless, relentless, and undeniably strong, but I could handle that. What I couldn’t handle was the thought of hurting him. I knew he wouldn’t pull any punches, and that was the real problem.

He wouldn’t let me hold back.

And if I couldn’t hold back… that meant I’d have to use my technique. The one thing I had fought so hard to keep hidden from everyone—especially my father.

Just the thought of it sent a chill down my spine. I’d spent years suppressing that power, locking it away. I’d convinced myself I didn’t need it, more that I can’t even use it anymore, that it was a one-time thing… a terrible one time. But now, facing someone like Bakugo, I wasn’t sure. Could I really keep it hidden in a battle like this? A battle were holding back could mean putting the people who are closest to me in danger.

Before I could dwell any longer, a group of my classmates from 1-A appeared. Their faces were a mix of curiosity and concern, but Iida, as usual, was the first to confront me.

“Y/N,” he started, his tone stiff, disapproving. “I don’t understand why you defended Bakugo during his match with Ochaco. His behavior was aggressive and unbecoming of a hero.”

I clenched my fists, already knowing where this conversation was headed. “I defended him because he showed Ochaco respect by fighting her seriously,” I said, keeping my voice as steady as possible. “That’s what you should expect in a fight.”

Iida’s frown deepened, clearly dissatisfied. “But his tactics—”

“—are what make him strong,” I cut in, my patience fraying. “Being a hero isn’t about holding back, it’s about facing every opponent with everything you’ve got. That’s the respect you owe them.”

Deku stood nearby, concern evident on his face. “Y/N… are you sure this is the right approach?” he asked quietly, his voice filled with worry. “You’ve to fight him next.”

“I’m sure,” I said, locking eyes with Iida. “If you don’t get it now, I hope you will one day.”

Iida’s expression tightened. “Maybe that’s why you’re no longer a Pro-Hero,” he said sharply, his words cutting deeper than I expected. “Perhaps you’ve forgotten what it means to show restraint.”

His accusation hit like a punch, but I forced myself to stay composed. He had no idea. No idea what it was like to carry the kind of power that could destroy everything around you if you lost control.

“Maybe,” I replied coldly. “But that doesn’t change the fact that Bakugo fought her with everything he had. That’s what being a hero means.”

Unbeknownst to me, Bakugo had returned, standing just out of sight. He must’ve overheard the exchange because when he stepped forward, his face was unreadable, though his eyes flickered with something more than his usual anger.

For a moment, silence hung between us all. Then the loudspeaker boomed once more.

“Katsuki Bakugo versus Y/N Todoroki! The match will begin in five minutes.”

Bakugo’s scowl returned, his voice low and charged with intensity. “I hope you’re ready, Frostburn. Because I’m not holding back.”

My heart sank. I couldn’t hold back either. Not this time. But that also meant risking everything I had fought so hard to hide. “Neither am I,” I said, forcing the words out.

He wouldn’t understand. None of them would. Bakugo didn’t know what he was asking for, what it would mean if I unleashed that side of me. The technique inside me wasn’t just another quirk—it was a force of destruction I’d spent years trying to contain. My father would know if I used it. He’d see it as a failure, proof that I was weak for keeping it locked away.

But I wasn’t afraid of him. I was afraid of what would happen if I couldn’t control it.

Without another word, we walked toward the arena, side by side, knowing that in just a few minutes, we’d face each other with everything on the line. And I couldn’t hide from it any longer.

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The crowd roared as we stepped into the arena, the tension between us almost tangible. It felt like the entire stadium was buzzing, as if they could sense the storm brewing between Bakugo and me. My heart pounded, but I kept my eyes locked on him, refusing to let any fear or hesitation show.

Bakugo’s glare was sharper than ever, his usual intensity cranked up. “Don’t pull that half-assed crap like you did with Shinso,” he snarled, explosions crackling in his palms. “You think you can hold back with me? I’ll blow you to pieces if you try that again.”

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay calm. Bakugo wasn’t Shinso. He was relentless, ruthless, and he would take any sign of hesitation as a weakness. I couldn’t afford to hold back—not this time. But deep down, the decision to let loose, to unleash everything, was tearing me apart. I wasn’t afraid of Bakugo. I was afraid of what I might do if I went all out.

“I’m not holding back,” I muttered, steeling myself. But I knew the truth. Deep down, I was terrified of what would happen if I really fought him. Because if I did… I’d have to use the power I’d been hiding for so long.

Bakugo’s eyes narrowed, sensing something off in my hesitation. “Tch. You better not. I’m not here for some weak-ass fight. I’m here to win.”

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“Ready… BEGIN!” Present Mic’s voice boomed across the stadium, and before I could even process it, Bakugo was already moving.

His first explosion was so fast that my body reacted on instinct. I threw up a wall of ice—purple, shimmering like amethyst—just as his attack connected.

BOOM!

The ice cracked but held, though the sheer force of the explosion sent shockwaves through the arena. The crowd gasped, but I didn’t flinch. My mind was already calculating the next move. Defense alone wouldn’t save me here, not against Bakugo.

Before the ice even had time to settle, I flung my hand forward, sending razor-sharp shards of amethyst-colored ice in a sweeping arc toward him. But he was too fast. With a blast of his explosions, he propelled himself into the air, dodging them effortlessly.

“You think that’s gonna stop me?!” he barked, voice raw with intensity.

I gritted my teeth, frustration bubbling up inside me. He was relentless, just like I knew he’d be. And the longer this dragged on, the more I realized how impossible it was to avoid using it.

Bakugo came crashing down from above with another explosion, aiming right at me. I barely dodged in time, the heat from the blast scorching the ground where I had stood just moments earlier. He didn’t let up—every time I deflected one attack, he launched into the next, his movements faster, fiercer, forcing me back again and again.

Ice walls. Shards. Deflection. Over and over, I tried to keep up, but it was getting harder. My ice wasn’t enough.

And he knew it.

“Stop screwing around, Frostburn!” Bakugo roared, voice dripping with rage. “Fight me! I didn’t come here to watch you run!”

His words hit me harder than his explosions. He was right. I couldn’t keep dodging and blocking. If I wanted to win—no, if I wanted to survive this fight— My mind was consumed.

It wasn’t about this fight. It wasn’t about proving myself to Bakugo, or even surviving. I had to go all in—not for me, but for them. Hawks had made it clear: holding back wasn’t an option anymore. This was about protecting the people I loved.

I took a shaky breath, stepping back as the ice beneath me spread, freezing the ground in a wide radius. The air grew cold and biting, the temperature plummeting as my power surged. The crowd, once deafening, quieted, watching intently to see what was about to happen.

Bakugo noticed the shift. His eyes narrowed, his voice sharp. “What the hell are you doing?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I closed my eyes, digging deep within myself. Deep into the part of me I’d kept hidden for so long. The part I feared more than anything. It wasn’t just ice—it never was.

It was fire.

My breath hitched as I felt the familiar warmth, the one I’d suppressed for so long, flare to life inside me. The ice around my feet shimmered with lilac steam as the temperature dropped further, the clash of ice and fire within me creating a tension that I had spent years keeping in check.

Bakugo’s expression flickered—just for a second—as he realized something had changed. He knew me well enough to sense when I was about to cross a line I never had before.

But I couldn’t stop. Not now.

The ice cracked beneath me, shifting as something darker, more powerful, began to stir. My chest tightened as I let go, surrendering to the force I’d fought to contain. The part I feared would destroy everything around me if I couldn’t control it - again.

The ice dragon.

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Amethyst. - MASTERLIST: click here

[everypanelofizuku]

Chapter 23 - Roaring Sports Festival

[decarbry]

Yabureme 2-3

It’s weird, the boundary between professionalism and emotion. Some people have a good one, or act as though they do. Shou was one of those people. When it came to saving lives and doing his job, he seemed like he could put anything at all behind himself for a moment just to make sure he got it done. But it was more than that. Shouta tended to find ways to let those emotions fuel his work. That was why he flourished as a teacher. Oboro did that for him.

For better or for worse.

Hizashi wasn’t like that. He was a good pro hero, and a good radio host, and good with the public. And though daily failures could eat at him, he didn’t take them so personally that he couldn’t work. Hizashi knew that pro heroes couldn’t save everyone. It just wasn’t possible. Early on, it was tough to shoulder through. As he got hours under his belt, he faced reality. Shouta and Nemuri helped him with that.

He might cry in frustration the night after a rescue failed, but he would trot himself back to school the next morning, a smile on his face. It was something every single hero student had to come to terms with. It was no different back then and now. Every class, every generation. He had never been special for it.

This was different. This wasn’t just some failed hero work. This wasn’t some daily torment.

Half of himself was gone.

Nemuri had stepped away after he confirmed his intentions to lead commentary at the sports fest as usual. She had her own preparations to make, her own stage to step onto. Despite his words, she had to know he wasn’t okay. He wouldn’t put it past her to have someone waiting near the host station in case he needed some support while she couldn’t be there. He had doubts in himself too. But he wanted to at least give Nezu a good ol’ Plus Ultra try. He wanted to be there for Shouta’s kids. They were expected to move on too. To participate in a series of games that seemed so trivial compared to the loss and peril they’d all just experienced. Shouta might not have been as important to them as he’d been to Hizashi, but… no, he shouldn’t think like that. He was just important in a different way. Those kids did experience something horrible. So, to make this work, he’d resolved to channel Shou.

If it worked, maybe those kids would be able to find a foothold. Maybe he would too. Maybe together they could stabilize and find a way forward.

Fuck. He hadn’t even opened the door any further and he was already shaking. One of Shou’s methods for reining himself in was counting to ten. Hizashi shut his eyes and did just that.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, blah, blah, 9, 10.

Opened the door.

The roar of the stadium suddenly came into existence as he stepped past the threshold, surrounding him in a way it hadn’t while outside. This was his element.

He could do this.

“HEY HERO FANS!” Hizashi— no, right now he was Present Mic— his voice had somehow found its same old familiar energy, like nothing was wrong. Yeah. Good. Maybe this could work.

He’d somehow transitioned from the door to the chair at the console without much trouble, hand gripping the base of the microphone to hold it up to his mouth. He stood with the other hand on the back of the chair, channeling the energy of an excited announcer, and that required standing. He hoped no one in the crowd was paying attention, or knew him well enough to hear the agony he was masking.

Down below, he could see the empty field, and Nemuri standing on her podium, waiting for her introduction. Her back was turned to his announcer’s box, but he knew she’d be able to tell.

“Welcome back to the UA Sports Festival! Once again we’ve got the strongest, brightest new hero prospects in the world ready to show off their stuff in today’s heart-pounding competitions.” He wasn’t using his quirk, of course, but his voice still boomed around the stadium, each exclamation eliciting a surge in the roar of the crowd. They were excited even without his encouragement.

An unexpected pit of disgust formed in Hizashi’s stomach. The same event that had taken his heart and those kids’ teacher was only fueling the crowd’s anticipation.

They couldn’t help it. They weren’t as impacted. Heroes died and were injured every day. That was what they signed up for.

The morning before, Nezu had made a statement to the press that kept things short and sweet, using Aizawa’s family name rather than his hero name. By design, few people knew of Eraser Head on any wide scale and nearly no one in the public knew his real name in connection. All the press really cared about was that a first-year UA class was attacked, less so about the teacher that was missing, especially when that teacher had just acted like he was meant to. There wasn’t a sensational story in that part. Most of the people here, the civilians, probably had no idea anything had happened beyond the threat to the students. The spectating heroes might have simply considered the loss sad, with a small handful that knew the missing sharing more legitimate concern.

But the vast majority just wanted to be entertained.

The teachers, the few that weren’t on the current search teams, were seated in their box below his, and though Hizashi couldn’t see their faces, he knew they were tense. Some of them wouldn’t be able to watch the entire sports festival as their turn on the search rolled around. But they were here to support the students too, while they could. Even now, Hizashi watched Thirteen check a time piece and leave the seats, her large helmet’s eyes carefully avoiding his. He was glad for that. He didn’t want to blame her, but his anger was still too hot to consider anything else. He didn’t trust himself not to meet her gaze with something cruel.

Snipe was there, and All Might. Snipe was his usual mask of vagueness, having been all logic and consideration, but All Might, drained of energy for the moment, was tense. Hizashi could see the man’s knee jumping as his foot tapped anxiously, eyes on the empty field. All Might had been the only other hero at the USJ, the only other one to see those monsters drag Shouta away. He had been busy, of course, trying to defeat that monster with the bird head. All Might perhaps deserved some of his same blame as Thirteen, uncalled for as it was, but it felt harder to throw it at him. Unlike the rest, this was the first time Hizashi had seen him take a break since it’d all gone down. He must have been exhausted. Hizashi had never considered that a burden of guilt might be something the Symbol of Peace allowed himself to deal with so completely.

Hizashi didn’t realize he’d been gripping the microphone hard enough to hear the more fragile mechanisms straining. He released it quickly before accidentally breaking it, readjusted his hold, and took a breath.

“I want to hear you roar, listeners! You’re in for a spectacular showing of powerful quirks, entertaining games, and heroic hearts. I can’t wait to watch these future heroes go all out to show that they’re going to be the best of the best! How about you, part—“

Oh. Right.

The utter lack of a body. The missing glower of the disinterested eyes that struck him every minute with their quiet intensity. The subtle quirk of a reluctant smile to tail his silly quips, both of them fully aware that they were manufactured just for that reaction. Just to weasel that little smile out into the air.

Hizashi’s resolve began to shatter. He stumbled on through the introduction of Midnight and the classes. If the crowd hadn’t noticed before, some of them surely would now. His energy had dulled to a forced simmer, and every other sentence a word shook.

The students stood on the field now, a strange restlessness to them. A certain class exuded it most, and their seriousness was spreading through the rest.

Those kids.

He’d been avoiding them since it’d all gone down. Classes had only been ongoing for a few days, but in those few days he’d taken them into his care. Just for his one subject. Grammar, language, all that jazz. His notoriety with his radio show meant most of them knew who he was before they’d become his students, but they didn’t see him as anything more than that. He had memorized all their names, their quirks, some of the things about them that stood out the most.  Ojiro’s calm reasoning. Koda’s shy listening. Jiro’s sassy commentary. Kirishima’s supportive bolstering. Kaminari’s energetic laughter. Yaoyarozu’s infallible memory. Asui’s logical points. Sero’s easy demeanor. Tokoyami’s observant silence. Hagakure’s startling appearances. Mineta’s… distractions. Ashido’s friendly jabs. Todoroki’s burdened intensity. Shouji’s thoughtful questions. Aoyama's flamboyant poses. Sato's quiet presence. Bakugou’s explosive attitude, Midoriya’s studious eagerness, Iida’s diligent focus, Uraraka’s soft determination.

They barely knew one another. They wouldn’t have needed him as moral support. Nezu told him to use this sports fest to connect with them, find a grounding. Instead, he felt separated by miles. He could do nothing for them.

Right?

Shouta would have been frustrated with him for leaving it all to All Might and Nemuri.

They were a strong class. Even just a few days under their belt had shown them all that. He couldn’t see their faces at this distance, but he found his eyes drifting to them constantly. None of them spoke amongst themselves like some of the other classes did, unable to stand silently while amongst their friends. Class 1-A was focused.

Some of them were tense, some of them with their chins angled low, as though they were staring daggers into the field beneath their feet. A couple of the more withdrawn ones fumbled with their hands before them. But they all stood together, shouldering the burden just like he did.

Maybe it wasn’t the same… but it was just as heavy. Nezu had been right. They had just been shown a nasty reality of the future they’d chosen for themselves. It hit fast. It hit hard. And just like in the real world they were expected to move on. They were still here because they were doing what Shouta would do. For them, this was a lot more than just some sports festival, some competition.

Fuel the fire.

The League of Villains, or whatever they called themselves, hadn’t just taken his husband away. They’d taken these kids’ hero away. Their shining example.

Their guide.

“THESE STUDENTS ARE GOING TO MAKE THEIR TEACHER PROUD!”

The words burst into the microphone without his realizing it, the windows around him jittering in their tracks, and a hairline fracture split one of them in half just before his face.

His hands had slammed down on the console in front of him, but it hadn’t been a loud enough impact to drown his words out.

“THEY’RE GOING TO MAKE VILLAINS TREMBLE IN THEIR PATHETIC SHOES KNOWING THAT THEIR TIME IS RUNNING OUT! SO LET’S MAKE SURE THEY HEAR IT ALL ACROSS THE WORLD!”

Uncaring of anything but the entertainment set before them, the crowd surged louder than ever. Midnight’s shoulders tensed somewhat, and she finally turned her eyes worriedly up in his direction. Some of the students followed her example of their own accord.

No one else noticed the change in their umpire, too consumed by the energy flowing around them.

Hizashi sagged backwards into his chair suddenly, everything wrung from him in that moment. It was rushing up on him with an intensity he could sense a mile away. Panic. He had the wherewithal to slap the mic switch to off before the sobs started in earnest.

Outside of the box, the sports fest carried on. He faded in and out of focus, scarcely noticing Midnight’s voice as she smoothly stepped in where he had weakly slipped out.

Thank god for Nemuri Kayama.

[alearicci]

“estie... our daughter is perfect” – EO31

pairings: esteban ocon x wife!reader; esteban ocon x wife!y/n

summary: while Esteban performs at the Grand Prix and merges into one with speed, he does not even suspect that his wife y/n ocon is about to give birth to their long-awaited daughter.

warnings: pregnancy, the birth of the first child, a lot of emotions and reflections, comfort, tears

note: the second part is already in the profile. im crying. I really love estie and this theme of story. expect a lot of stories about family daily 🥹

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Every cell of his being wanted to be near his wife y/n, to meet their newborn daughter Amelie, who entered this world while he was racing.

With the festive champagne still sparkling on his racing suit, Esteban wasted no time. He hurriedly headed to the hospital, his mind consumed by a mixture of joy, anticipation and an insatiable desire to hug his daughter for the first time.

Already sitting in his car, Esteban started it and hurriedly taxied the sports car onto the main road. Keeping his hands firmly on the steering wheel, he involuntarily thought about everything that was happening.

He's been dreaming about his daughter all his life. Not even about my son, although he also dreamed of him, but about my daughter. Vowing to be the best father he could be, he felt a huge determination to give her everything she deserved— love, support and opportunities that he may have missed out on as a child.

Memories of his own childhood came flooding back to him, when financial difficulties sometimes loomed over his head. To fulfill his dream, his parents had to sacrifice too much. The realization that he could now give his daughter the life he could only dream of lit a fire in him.

With every ounce of his being, Esteban promised himself that his daughter would never experience the difficulties he faced in his childhood. He will work tirelessly to secure her future, ensuring that she will be surrounded by the comfort, stability and resources necessary to realize her dreams.

I wonder what her dream will be?

But it wasn't just about material goods. He was fully aware that it is possible to be a great father regardless of financial capabilities. He sought to build a deep emotional connection with his daughter, to be close to her in every possible way. His thoughts wandered over the precious moments they would share, from bedtime stories to teaching her how to ride a bike, from cheering her on at school plays to being her unwavering support in difficult moments.

It was a pain in the heart that they would have to part often because of Ocon's career. As soon as this thought popped into his head, Esteban bit his lower lip and tightened his hands on the steering wheel. Now we need to think not about this, but about how their first meeting will happen.

As he sped along the road, the roar of the engine mixed with the stream of thoughts that dominated his head. "Amelie," he whispered to himself, savoring the sound of her name coming off his tongue. Chords of pride and overwhelming love began to intertwine in his thoughts, mixing with the responsibilities and dreams that lay ahead of him as a father.

Time seemed to pass at a snail's pace as he anxiously made his way through the crowded streets to the maternity hospital. The roar of the crowd and the impetuous atmosphere of the circuit were replaced by a serene calm that engulfed his thoughts. With each passing milestone on the way, his heart was filled with expectation.

Every red light, every turn and every passing car only fueled Esteban's impatience. He couldn't wait to hug y/n to soothe her with a gentle hug after a long wait. His heart was fluttering with anticipation, overflowing with love for the woman who stood by his side no matter what.

Finally reaching the hospital, Esteban hastily parked the car and rushed to the entrance. Nurses and doctors in smocks and masks greeted him with understanding smiles, recognizing the famous Formula 1 racer. However, at that moment he was just a nervous father-to-be.

Finally the moment has come. Esteban entered the hospital room, his gaze immediately stopped on y/n. He caught his breath when he saw her, her face shining with a mixture of fatigue and pure happiness. Their eyes met, conveying a deep message of love and gratitude that could not be expressed in any words.

Esteban distinctly felt moisture begin to accumulate in the corners of his eyes. He laughed faintly and covered his eyes with his hand, not wanting to show his weakness to his beloved wife.

She smiled faintly and muttered.

"Come to me, my love"

Ocon obediently walked over and sat down on a chair next to y/n's bed. She reached out her hand and gently stroked his cheek. Esteban sniffed and put his hand on hers.

"We did it, l'amour de ma vie. (love of my life)"

"No, you did it, y/n. She's everything we could ever dream of, honey. I can't believe how lucky we are to have her in our lives. I'm so proud of you, my love. You brought our beautiful girl into this world."

Esteban smiled tenderly and leaned towards his wife to leave a light kiss on her lips. He didn't want to disturb her and decided that he would have time to kiss her properly a little later.

"I'm going to cry, Estie."

This intimate and personal moment was interrupted by the arrival of the doctor.

"Mr. Ocon, good evening. Your baby is strong and healthy, the nurse can bring her here or you can go to her. Do you want to see her?"

"Yes, Doc, a thousand times yes."

"Let the baby be brought here," y/n said softly. "I want to see them."

"Okay, then wait a bit."

The doctor left and in just a few seconds a nurse entered the room with a baby in a special transparent box.

"Will you take her in your arms?"

Esteban exhaled loudly and did not dare to look at his child. He was both ready and not ready to face this little miracle.

"If possible."

"Of course. Take off your T-shirt, it will be an important ritual in forming your bond. Hold it, just be careful."

"Of course," Esteban replied and took the baby in his arms.

She was light. Like a feather.

His heart seemed about to pop out of his chest.

The sight of her delicate, delicate features on her face filled him with awe and a sense of deep responsibility. Tears welled up in his eyes when he realized the incredible privilege granted to him — fatherhood.

His hands were shaking as he pulled her to him. When her tiny gentle warmth touched his skin, a wave of emotions overwhelmed him. In that infinitesimal moment, he felt an indissoluble bond forming, forever binding his heart to the heart of his daughter. He admired her innocence, her beautiful soul and the amazing mixture of herself and y/n that lay before him.

"Welcome to this wonderful world, my sweet Amelie," Esteban whispered, his voice full of tenderness and reverence. He admired the miracle of life and the connection he instantly felt with his daughter.

He gently cradled the newborn Amelie in his strong but gentle arms. With a soft smile on his face, he leaned a little closer and whispered to her in a soothing voice, trying not to disturb her sleep and peace.

"You are already loved more than words can express," he whispered, his voice filled with an overwhelming sense of awe and joy.

Ocon couldn't help but admire the miracle of life and the incredible journey that his daughter was going to have. He spoke softly, sharing his hopes, dreams and aspirations for her.

"I want you to know that you can become anyone. You already have my mom's strength, determination and talent to cope with any challenge that gets in your way," he muttered with unshakable faith in his voice.

He continued to share his love and admiration, his words were filled with warmth and encouragement.

"You see, my little one, life will be filled with ups and downs, triumphs and failures, but always remember that I am here for you. I will be your guiding star, your greatest support, ready to cherish every moment with you," he whispered, his voice laced with unwavering commitment.

Speaking to her, Okon could already imagine how many adventures they were going to have together. From race tracks to family gatherings and ordinary, everyday moments, he promised to be present at every stage of her life.

"And whenever the world makes you feel depressed or insecure, just know that you can always find comfort in my arms. I will hold you, comfort you and remind you of what a great girl you are," he shared, his voice filled with unconditional fatherly love.

With a gentle and loving touch, Formula 1 driver Esteban Ocon cradled his newborn daughter Amelie in his strong arms. The dimly lit room became a serene backdrop for this precious moment, when Esteban quietly whispered to his tiny bundle of joy.

"Welcome to this world, my sweet Amelie," Esteban whispered, his voice full of tenderness and reverence. He admired the miracle of life and the connection he instantly felt with his daughter. Looking into her eyes, he wondered what adventures awaited them.

"You are the most precious gift, Amelie. I promise to protect you, guide you and love you with all my heart," Esteban continued a little louder than a whisper. He knew the challenges and uncertainties that lay ahead, but he was determined to be the best father and role model for his little girl.

Esteban gently stroked Amelie's delicate cheek, tracing the contours of her face with his fingertips. He admired her tiny features and the perfect harmony she seemed to embody. At that moment, time stopped when he was overwhelmed by a wave of overwhelming love.

"Tu fais partie de moi, Amélie, et je fais partie de toi (You are a part of me, Amelie, and I am a part of you)," Esteban whispered, a mixture of excitement and a sense of responsibility in his voice. He was thinking about the legacy he wanted to pass on to his daughter—a legacy of perseverance, dedication and striving for a dream.

As Esteban continued to cradle his daughter, he whispered secrets about the world they would explore together, ranging from the breakneck speed of the race track to the tranquility of nature. He talked about the different cultures they would encounter, the lessons they would learn, and the memories they would create.

"You see, mon petit ange (my little angel), life is an incredible journey, and I will be by your side every step of the way," Esteban whispered, his voice a mixture of unshakable determination and deep love. He imagined the two of them overcoming difficulties, supporting each other and celebrating victories, both big and small.

While Amelie was peacefully dozing in his arms, Esteban Ocon's adoration for his daughter grew immeasurably. In that quiet moment, he knew that this bond they shared would be unbreakable.

With a final whisper, he whispered, "Amelie, my precious, you are my world, and I will love you forever."

With every whispered word, Ocon created a connection that would last a lifetime. He knew that Amelie would grow up to be as strong, resilient and determined as her father.

In that precious moment when he cradled his precious daughter and shared his heartfelt feelings, Esteban Ocon became a beacon of love, inspiration and support for his beloved Amelie.

In this hospital room, surrounded by the love of his wife and the newfound joy of his daughter's presence, Esteban realized that winning the race was just a chapter in a much grander adventure. The real victory lay in this precious family, now united by a common love that will last for their entire lives.

Cradling Amelie in his arms, Esteban Ocon felt a deep sense of gratitude for the journey that had brought him to this unusual moment. The upcoming path of a loving husband and devoted father promised countless victories, trials and unceasing love.

Esteban had forgotten that in addition to him and his daughter, there was a nurse and his wife in the room. When his gaze fell on them, the nurse was sitting on the edge of the patient's bed and handing her paper handkerchiefs with which she wiped her tears.

Looking at them, Ocon couldn't help smiling and gently, barely perceptibly, kissed his treasure on the forehead.

crying part two?

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Chapter 23 - Roaring Sports Festival

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Thirty Minutes (Tom Cruise)

TW- some saucy dialogue and innuendos; some hot vampire moments ™️

Summary- You're making last-minute preparations for the Halloween gathering that you and Tom are hosting. Since you have a tendency to go overboard with these kinds of events, Tom has to remind you to have some fun.

Y'all gave me the go-ahead to post an autumn-themed one-shot in June, and who am I to deny the voice of the people? 😆 But, in honor of the fact that I've already bought my first autumn decorations of the year, here ya go and there will definitely be more where this came from 🙃

To commemorate the upcoming Halloween and bring some life into the spacious Colorado house, Y/N had suggested to and pleaded with Tom to host a Halloween party.

Tom wasn’t as enthusiastic about the idea- not because he didn’t think it would be fun to catch up with friends for a few hours, but because he knew Y/N’s tendency to get way too wrapped up in projects like this. Events that were supposed to be lowkey could quickly turn into absolute ordeals that occupied her every thought. Then, each time, she would inevitably get overstressed, and Tom had to talk her down and provide copious amounts of Advil and tea.

He knew it was probably just the production designer in her that wanted everything to be aesthetically pleasing; his motivation and risk-taking as an actor also frequently emerged in real life. Still. He would be just as happy skipping it all for a quiet, romantic evening with Y/N alone.

He loved his wife.

And because he loved his wife, here he was, studying his costumed reflection in the bathroom mirror, outfitted in a black button-up shirt, vest and pants with a silver cross hanging by a red ribbon. His face was covered in a faint dusting of white powder, and a small amount of fake blood stained one corner of his mouth.

He opened his mouth and made a face at himself in the mirror, revealing a pair of fangs, and then shrugged, resigned to his fate. After “Interview with the Vampire,” he figured that would have been the end of his time in plastic fangs and red corn syrup. But he figured that, since he was all decked out, he might as well have some fun with it.

Tom crossed from the bathroom mirror, dotted with leaf and pumpkin-shaped window clings, into the hallway, where the accent table was decorated with an arrangement of festive knickknacks. Y/N was in the kitchen, in the middle of crafting a pumpkin pie for their guests.

He treaded silently to the kitchen entryway, watching from around the corner as she worked intently on shaping the crust. She too was sporting an elaborate vampire look, in a form-fitting black mini dress, red capelet, white powder, and dark red lips with fake blood dripping from the corners. Tom enjoyed admiring this outfit, to say the least, and for a few moments he just watched her work.

But then, he crept up behind Y/N and lunged at her with a roar, throwing his arms around her. She jumped and screamed, hands flying from the pie crust up to Tom’s arms that were looped around her shoulders. As soon as she realized it was him, she stopped screaming but continued to struggle against him.

“Fuck, Tom! You almost ruined the pie,” she said irritably. It was too close to the long-awaited party for her to put up with any kind of shenanigans.

The pie was especially important to her- she wanted it to be perfectly smooth and still warm from the oven when their guests arrived, so she was cutting it close time-wise with less than an hour to go. But Tom was not to be dismissed; he was determined to remind Y/N that this was all supposed to be fun.

“Didn’t Ashlee say she would bring a storebought pie?” he murmured, playfully swaying the two of them back and forth.

“I will purposely crash my own car before I serve a storebought pie to my guests…”

Tom chuckled and shook his head. His wife truly was an all-or-nothing kind of person, just like him. He dipped his head and brushed his fangs across her neck.

“Tom…” Y/N rolled her eyes, trying to suppress a smile. “Later, okay? I really have to hurry. Please?” She craned her head to glance back at him flirtatiously.

“How long does this thing bake for?” he inquired, gesturing to the pie dish in front of them.

“About an hour. Why?”

“An hour?” Tom exclaimed, bewildered. “Baby, we’ve pulled fast ones before that were, like, fifteen minutes...”

“I have to finish hanging the spiderwebs while the pie is baking,” Y/N pouted.

“Later?” he gazed at her hopefully and she nodded.

“Now, down, boy,” she whispered, kissing him on the nose, and his face broke into a boyish grin. “You’re going to ruin both of our makeup.”

As he let go of her and circled to the opposite side of the counter, she added “Y’know, you’re not as scary as you think you are.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Maybe not, but I can still make you scream.”

Y/N turned bright red as she tried to return her attention to the pie crust. “If you keep hanging around here, I’m going to make you help with the cooking.” She was trying so hard to look and sound serious and keep her voice from wavering into a giggle.

“Oh, I mean…” Tom was about to reply when a thought occurred to him. “Wait, now, hear me out on this… what if I hang the spiderwebs while you’re wrapping this up… I mean, that would give us at least… thirty minutes?” He shrugged, tilting his head, not breaking their intense eye contact all the while.

After some thoughtful contemplation, Y/N decided that this was indeed a good way to kill two birds with one stone- and who was she to stand in the way of efficiency and productivity? She flashed Tom a knowing smirk, giving him all the confirmation he needed to head in the direction of the living room and the bags of fake spiderwebs.

“Now, if I come in there and you just threw them all around…” she warned. “Don’t make me regret inviting you to participate in my creative process!”

“Yes, ma’am,” his voice sounded from the other room, slightly muffled by laughter, and she grinned to herself. She had never finished shaping a pie crust so quickly.