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C L U M S Y Series | Dabi

D A B I | P A R T  O N E 

C L U M Y  M A S T E R L I S T

I was bound to make a mess of things -  mixin' fireworks and gasoline. Never meant to make you fall with me.

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: HELLO AND WELCOME BACK TO THE CLUMSY SERIES MUAHAHAHA. Its been so long since I’ve touched this series, and I feel bad since Iida’s rendition was actually one of my most liked of the bunch. Which honestly sparked my inspiration to start the series up again. So enjoy this masterpiece of my attempt to characterize Dabi for the first time LOL

Content: f!reader x Dabi

Butterflies are favored among the population as beautiful creatures. They have gone on to even make them symbolize something as simple as the color of one that crosses your path as something significant. For example, purple butterflies are usually associated with the appearance of some important person in your life. However, on the opposite end of the spectrum, black butterflies are usually seen as a bad omen. Usually, they symbolize misfortune and death. What if a mixture of these colors appeared before your eyes - which of these meanings is more prevalent? 

Dabi had heard enough of Shigaraki’s childish whining about how the students of UA had been foiling all his plans. He swore that the leader of the League of Villains was worse behaved than most elementary school kids. He threw temper tantrums constantly and if Dabi didn’t go for a walk he was going to set their base ablaze. His hands were shoved into his jacket pockets and he kept his head down low. 

God forbid he get himself caught by a patrolling hero that would inevitably piss him off enough where he would try and smoke them. If he caused Shigaraki any sorts of trouble outside of their plans he was sure to try and dust him. Dabi was certain that he was only testing the leader’s patience and pushed him enough, but not too far to really push him over the edge. 

It was dark, the only time the villains really came out to play and felt somewhat safe roaming around the cities. At this point, Dabi was tempted to go down to an underground bar and get himself a drink. Things had been rough lately with things not going exactly as planned. He gritted his teeth and felt his migraine growing slowly but surely. He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head.

Not paying attention to where he was walking, he managed to check the shoulder of a passerby. He was about to say something snarky or even menacing to put the stranger in check; he stopped himself short though when he noticed the tucked away wings. He recognized the hero from multiple run-ins with the authorities. You were rising in hero rank quickly - your popularity was skyrocketing. It didn’t help that your looks were just as appealing as your hero work.

A scoff left the villain's mouth instead and continued to move toward his destination. However, he felt a featherlight hand being placed on his shoulder as he tried to move past them. “I’m sorry for running into you like that. I wasn’t paying any kind of attention to where I was going-” You started to ramble. Dabi kept himself forward, not turning to look at you. He knew if he turned even an inch he would give himself away.

And knowing your line of work well he knew you had your connections with other pro heroes. You could easily start a high pursuit chase with one of the wanted members of the League of Villains. He knew he was very sought after in his line of work. He could easily be behind bars at some high security prison; just like All for One was. He kept his profile low just like Shigaraki demanded of his fellow comrades and obeyed orders. 

“Anyways, I’m really sorry for bumping into you like that. It wasn’t very cool of me. I hope you have a great rest of your night.” You had started, “However, if I were you I’d stick to the lower lit areas of this town. You’re too easy to distinguish, Dabi.” You spoke before walking off in the opposite direction. Surprise overtook him with the way you kindly and softly spoke to him.

He wasn’t really sure how to feel when it came to a pro-hero just letting a top wanted villain go just like that. The reward you could have been handed just by man-handing him into submission. To put him behind bars and potentially have the rest of his colleagues ratted out and also behind silver clad bars. A million thoughts ran through his head as he proceeded to walk as if the altercation didn’t happen. 

The fact you had just let him walk away really left a sour taste in his mouth but he couldn’t figure out why. Had you by chance been afraid of him? He couldn’t blame you, in comparison to the Hellfire Hero Endeavor, his flames were almost if not hotter. He could burn a building down with the flick of his wrist. Without a thought he could bring a flourished forest to ashes and soot. 

Yet, your voice was smooth and methodical as if you were talking to a friend. As if you weren’t afraid of bumping into him and facing the usual consequences he would have dealt if he wasn’t on tight reigns that Shigaraki controlled. He was a wildfire being contained and waiting to be let loose once again. He hated being under the orders of such a child. Something about bumping into you though, set something ablaze. A chill ran down his spine as he went on his way and tried to forget the interaction all together.

. . .

Your heart raced a mile a minute with having just bumped into one of the most wanted villains within the country. To say that you were terrified would have been a lie - he could easily have torched you to a crisp with just the snap of his fingers. Just to get a glimpse of his eyes right before he ended you with flames hotter than what you imagined the surface of the sun. Most of the pro heroes your age were scared shitless of the killer who resembled the pro-hero Endeavor; you weren’t sure how much of the rumors were true about the relationship of the two. 

You weren’t even sure how accurate the rumors were of the number two hero Hawks and Dabi being associated with each other. Being a flying hero yourself you have come across the eccentric hero a few times. You hadn’t worked closely with him to know whether those rumors were also true. You didn’t like butting into business that wasn’t yours because it tended to lead to putting yourself in unnecessary trouble. 

When the villain had shoved past you on the streets during your time off patrol, you had every thought of calling your agency to report the sighting of one of the league of villains members. He had tensed up in a way that made you also tense. Any wrong move could have meant your life was on the line. A chill had run through your spine when you had turned around to act friendly. 

Something tugged at your chest to follow him to whatever his destination was because that was the hero thing to do. An oath to protect the people no matter what city you were stationed in - yet here you were letting the villain go without a second thought. If anyone else had seen the altercation and knew you actively chose to not pursue the man they would have judged you harshly.

Not that what everyone else thought mattered to you, honestly you almost went into vigilante work had you not been offered a position with Fatgum’s agency. The butterfly hero, Mariposa, sounded like something an elementary school kid would come up with. Most of the time, you weren’t taken seriously by other agencies. While you had a heart of gold - that didn’t seem to matter in the eyes of most top agencies. 

So, when you happened to spot the same villain, lurking about the same time you had bumped into him the previous week, you felt a jolt of excitement wash over you when you should have been running the opposite direction. Everything about your hero work screamed at you to stay away - to put that man behind bars where he belonged. Death and destruction followed him like thousands of ghost soldiers ready to cause a mass genocide in a war against any and all heroes.

You had raced yourself down the street to catch him casually. When he passed by you without really taking too much notice of who exactly you were you knew he didn’t at first recognize. “You really don’t like listening to anyone besides that leader of yours, do you Dabi?” You casually said to him causing him to hesitate in his walking. He had decided to ignore you and press forward in his walk.

Why were you here again? Was it a coincidence that he was to bump into you a second time? Thoughts crossed his head about potentially putting the League in trouble with his routes out of their base. Was he being followed by an agency or had that annoying bird boy, Hawks, finally give him away? He knew he should try to ditch the girl standing only a few feet away. Yet something in the back of his mind told him you weren’t even close to being a threat.

He had dug up some information on you but was pleasantly surprised when he didn’t find much. Only that you had just recently signed onto Fatgum’s Agency. Which he thought was odd, given your quirk and abilities. Until he truly thought about it - you were an outcast among the flashy quirks and those who had used their fame to their advantage. You hadn’t graduated from UA like most of the pro-heroes around the area. It wasn’t until a year or two after graduation that you took a serious interest in pursuing hero work.

“Doll, I suggest you move along before you get yourself hurt or involved in something you will find yourself beginning to regret.” Dabi scoffed under his breath. Barely audible but loud enough for you to hear that made your lips curl up into a smile. You obviously knew more about him than you led on during your previous encounter - though that wasn’t all that surprising since he was a wanted man.

“You act like I can’t handle myself.” You mused with an eyebrow arched. Dabi proceeded to try and ignore you - your antics being very strange for a pro-hero. He continued to walk past you and head down the bustling street before turning down a random alleyway. Well, random to you, not to the burned man. He knew you were lurking behind him; he was no fool when it came to his surroundings. The man barely got sleep nowadays due to his more recent activity. Before the League he was able to shift between different hideaways without worry of being caught. Shigaraki called him paranoid but Dabi liked to think of it being well endowed in his own presence. 

When he knew he was definitely alone with the hero who was pressed on following him, he turned around to acknowledge them. The sudden turning had stunned you for a moment before you got a good look at him. His stunning crystalline eyes piercing you like precious and dangerous crystals - a look that was impenetrable by anyone to mask all the torment and suffering he endured.

Within the close proximity he smelled like a mix of some sort of men’s cologne and a campfire. You imagined with the use of his fire quirk his already deep set scarred skin burned and filled the area around him with the smell of burning flesh. Yet, it seemed like he took care of himself aside from all the scars and the injuries he’s endured over the years. The staples in his skin gleamed in whatever light would catch on them. His unruly black hair everywhere, falling over some of his face and sticking out in odd places under the hood of his sweatshirt. 

In most of his wanted posters and pictures used in the news, he wore his defining outfit of his leather jacket and loose fitting clothes. Glances of silver jewelry caught your eyes; a chain necklace loosely around his collarbone, earrings that dangled and clinked against the staples in his face, a few rings adorning a few of his fingers, and simple band bracelets hanging on his wrists against his scarred flesh.

You watched him push up the sleeves of his hoodie to his forearms and you watched him shove his hands back into the pockets of his loose jeans. His clothes hung very loosely in general on his body. You assumed this was because of him trying to hide from the authorities. When you finally looked back up to his eyes you felt your breath catch in your throat to see he was staring intensely at you.

He looked over you like you were an object to behold. The antennas sticking out of your head almost blended into your hair and your purple and black wings tucked away but not completely. He wasn’t sure if that was by choice or if you were keeping an escape route open just in case things went south with this encounter. If you hadn’t had these features no one would be able to tell what kind of quirk you possessed. He wasn’t sure of much of your abilities due to not seeing you in action much.

There were a few videos floating around on the internet but none that really caught his eyes. Especially since most other heroes shadowed you; he thought it was a shame. When he finally looked back to your eyes he noticed how enamored you looked with him. A sly smirk crossed his features as he realized he was being eyed up by you. “See something you like, doll?” He purred, stalking over to you to basically push you up against the alleyway wall. A flow of stutters came off your tongue but you couldn’t compose yourself enough to answer the man.

“Look at this, a pro-hero speechless and rendered useless by a walking scum like myself.” He proceeded to say when you couldn’t form a coherent sentence. He grabbed your chin roughly between his nimble fingers and raised your head to look at him in his chilling eyes that resembled his fires; setting a blaze through your body you weren’t sure was scorching you to your core or warming you with hidden desires that itched and wanted to drag themselves to the surface.

“Did Daddy not pay enough attention to you growing up that you want a bad boy you know will break your heart into millions of pieces? Do you want to be so broken that it will be impossible to be put back together? So destroyed from the inside out that you turn into someone like me?” He graveled, his tone even but menacing. He was trying to intimidate you yet at the same time drive you insane. His lips were close to yours; ghosting so lightly it felt like your face was on fire. The heat rising to your cheeks catching his attention.

“If there was anyone who needed healing from daddy issues, I think you're first in line, Touya-” You breathed out but were cut off quickly by the shifting of his hand moving from your chin to his fingers wrapping around your neck. You let out a yelp of surprise and looked up at him with doe eyes that screamed confusion but you quickly realized your mistake. You had gotten too comfortable too quickly and showed weakness. The wolf was going for the lambs throat without hesitation and you instantly felt anxious. 

His eyes were now scorching with the intensity of millions of dying out stars turning into supernova explosions from the sound of his dead name. A small strained laugh escaped his lips and the expression on his face turned psychotic. “Touya is dead and has been for a very long time. Do not think because you’re cute that you can get away with calling me that. The next time I hear you utter those syllables out of those pretty little lips of yours I will not hesitate to scorch those wings of yours.” He venomously said, his voice still calm but his words dripping with toxins.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded your head wordlessly. He could feel the anxiety welling up in you just by your small actions. His expression softened momentarily before the sly smirk and teasing look in his eyes came flooding back. With his free hand, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear as he removed his hand from your neck. “I suggest you get out of here before you get hurt.” He said before removing himself from your close proximity before he started drowning in your scent and losing himself to temptation.

He didn’t want to weaken himself further by adding you to his side. While he would love to string you along; use you as his new plaything until he was once again bored and tossed you to the side. Disposing of you like everyone had done to him all of his life. Dabi stalked off and you stayed pressed up the alleyway wall, side eyeing the man as he sauntered off to wherever it was that he decided to venture out to outside of his business with the League.

You let out a small laugh as he rounded the corner of the alleyway, disappearing into the crowd of people; citizens oblivious to the danger that is mere inches from them. While you knew you should stop here, try to avoid the man who is more dangerous than any other man you’ve ever met; you knew you couldn’t help yourself being more and more fascinated with the man with a mysterious connection to the hellfire hero. You wanted to dissect the man and find out what made him tick.

Even more dangerous, you wanted him to know you as well. Pull apart your layers of pain and hurting you went through. You wanted to put it all on the line to just get inside the brain of a man like him. Little did you know that Dabi was already curious enough about you to plan out the next encounter because if there was anything about this man you should have known; it was that if he wasn’t supposed to have it, he wanted it more than anything. 

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C L U M S Y | I I D A

Never meant to make you fall with me. I let you down - I've been clumsy with your heart again. I guess you figured me out. Now here's a taste of my own medicine. And for all this pain, that I can't explain, there's a black flag wavin' tonight.

I I D A | P a r t  T w o 

[Part One] [Part Three]

C L U M Y  M A S T E R L I S T

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: i actually did not expect to enjoy writing Iida as much as i did. But it resulted in me writing the second part very quickly LOL. I got such good ideas while I was brainstorming with a friend of mine. Here it be. :) 

Following the rules is all he knew how to do, until he met you.

               To say you were a tad bit disappointed when Iida never showed back up at your dorm to check up on you was a bit of an understatement. You had felt better the next morning after taking the time to rest and take the medicine Recovery Girl had given you. However, even though you were feeling better you didn’t know if you wanted to face the class after the day you had yesterday. Would you be able to face Iida without blushing your brains out? You doubt he had said anything to his other classmates in fear of his reputation as the class rep. Iida wasn’t one for secrets, but you knew he kept a lot of things to himself.

               With a defeated sigh, you decided to get ready slowly for homeroom. You were sure your tie was crooked and that your blazer was not ironed, however, everyone should just be thankful for you showing up. While you felt better you didn’t feel back at 100%, with a bit of a lingering headache to follow your morning routine. Sighing and dragging yourself out of your dorm room, you avoided the obnoxious voice that was Kaminari to keep your migraine at bay. “Look who’s deciding to show up to class today.” Sero announced, making you roll your eyes and give him the middle finger. Although your actions had caused a disgruntled class rep to clear his throat.

               You two made eye contact and quickly you put the finger you were practically shoving in Sero’s face away. “Sorry.” You muttered and headed out towards the main campus. While you knew you should probably have shown up to homeroom early to get the work you missed from Aizawa, you instead decided to go over to get medicine from the Recovery Girl. Sadly, she kept you a lot longer than she should have - taking your temperature, giving you headache medicine, and trying vigorously to give you an icepack to take with you to class. She sent you off with a pack of ice and a late note to give Aizawa.

               When you showed up for class, all eyes were on you. “Ms. Y/L/N! You are late for class again!” You heard Iida say, which almost made you giggle. However, you decided to keep a straight face. You decided not to look at the sea of eyes staring at you and handed the note to Aizawa. “Glad you decided to show.” He stated in an annoyed tone. You turned towards your desk and rolled your eyes at Aizawa’s comment. Before you sat down, you caught the gaze of the stern class rep. “Sorry.” He mouthed, nodding towards Aizawa. Obviously apologizing for yelling out to the class that you were late. You shrugged your shoulders and sat down.

               The medicine was making you extremely drowsy, though you tried to push through at least until homeroom was over. Aizawa was too keen on your antics of trying to skip class that he rarely let you leave the classroom. Present Mic on the other hand was more than easily fooled by your constant skipping. Either that or he was just used to them by now. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, Y/N.” Ochako exclaimed, coming up behind you after class. “I’m still feeling pretty crappy but not as bad as yesterday.” You admitted silently cursing for Ochako walking with you because that gave you less of a chance to sneak off.

               “Iida seemed worried about you enough to be late to class yesterday. Which is surprising coming from him. He usually rarely breaks the rules. You must have been really sick.” She continued, saying her comment as if it weren’t a big deal. You tried to fight the blush that was coming onto your face. “Yeah, I was in pretty rough shape yesterday.” You whispered, trying to get him out of your head. “I’ll meet you in our next class Ochako, I got to get something from my locker.” You lied, immediately dashing away from your fellow student.

               When Iida arrived at his next class, he was half expecting you to be in your seat already. Well, he had hoped. Even though he was trying to avoid you, he still felt drawn to you. Yet, he was still upset that you were not in your assigned seat. Present Mic was setting up the board for whatever they were going to be learning that day. As the clock ticked closer to the start of the class, he became more and more frustrated. Ojiro and Shoji were the last two to arrive in class before the bell rung.

As Present Mic was taking attendance, he checked your seat and just shook his head. “I’m assuming Y/L/N is not coming to class today was well?” He asked in a defeated voice. “She was in homeroom class, and mentioned she needed to grab something from her locker.” Ochako pointed out, making Iida roll his eyes. Of course, you were going to be late to yet another class. Iida thought to himself, shaking his head and pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. As time in class had passed and he still recognized your absence, he decided he was going to go looking for you.

After asking Present Mic permission to go to the bathroom, he had set off towards the school rooftop. You may have been avoiding class, but you were very predictable in the places you liked to escape to. Behind the second-floor stairwell, the janitors closet on the first floor, the mostly empty classroom up on the third year’s floor. He knew all your little hiding spots around UA, but never had the heart to actually report you to Aizawa or any of his other teacher’s. When he reached the roof access and quietly opened the door, he saw you laying on the ground with your eyes closed. If you hadn’t looked so peaceful, he might have considered yelling at you.

However, the pure look of being serene made his heart flutter. It might have been because he had seen you sleep before but something about your resting presence just seemed so comforting and inviting. He quietly walked over to where you were and sat down next to you. Relaxing his mind, he even made the bold move to lay down and stare at the clouds. “You know, Present Mic is going to get used to all of your rule breaking shenanigans.” Iida stated in a calm voice. “I know, I feel bad that I use his class to ditch but sometimes I just need the fresh air. In between classes doesn’t give me enough time sometimes.” You answered almost immediately.

This shocked him because he was almost positive you were asleep. The silence continued as Iida watched the clouds and enjoyed the breeze that was blowing across their faces. “Why don’t you just…follow the rules like the rest of the class, Y/L/N?” Breaking the silence, Iida asked the question that had been plaguing him for months. Even his most troublesome classmates like Mina and Kirishima didn’t cause him as much strife as you did by skipping your classes. “Maybe it’s because it is the only way I know how to get your attention.” You dared to admit a loud. Almost instantly Iida got flustered and a blush spread from his neck to his face.

You almost immediately started to regret saying out loud your true intentions of slacking off in your academic career. You didn’t want to peep and see the expression on his face incase it was one that you didn’t want to see. “There are better ways to get my attention, but that doesn’t really seem to matter now because you already have it.” He expressed softly, refusing to also look at you afraid he also had said too much. He didn’t know that those words specifically would send your heart racing instantly. A smile spread across your face as you stood up from your spot on the roof and started towards the door. “Good to know, class rep.” You mentioned before opening the door, emphasizing on the words class rep. Iida could feel the residual rise of his blush and tried very hard to shove it away.

He heard the door open again and expected you to be there. Instead, he was met face to face with Aizawa-sensei. All the color drained from his face as Aizawa had processed what he was seeing. Iida, sitting casually on the rooftop and was red in the face. It wasn’t just embarrassment from your words, but from being caught in such a position. “Well, well, well. I would say I am surprised by this but after yesterday’s little escapade, I’m not.” Aizawa started to say. Before Iida could even begin to give an explanation, Aizawa held his hand up as if he couldn’t be bothered to hear what he had to say. “I expect this kind of behavior from Kaminari or Bakugou even. Yet, here I am, extremely disappointed to see that it’s you, Tenya Iida.” Aizawa scolded, eyes looking even more tired than usual.

Iida sat in silence, taking in the scolding he probably deserved for even thinking it was a good idea to lie to Present Mic. “Now, I have every right to pull you from the hero program.” Aizawa started with a rough tone to his voice. Iida’s heart stopped by the mere thought of that happening. “However, because this isn’t the most severe thing you have done in your time here at UA, I won’t do that. You will, however, be staying after school and cleaning up my classroom. Top. To. Bottom.” Aizawa explained, staring daggers into Iida’s eyes.

“Yes sir.” He responded to his teacher, feeling all but shame rising into his throat. “I won’t catch you slacking off again, Tenya. Now, go back to class before I up the punishment.” He growled, opening the door to the roof access, and motioned for Iida to go. He quickly walked past his teacher and found himself returning to Present Mic’s classroom. While it seemed that Present Mic had not noticed his long absence, Izuku had. “You were gone for some time, Iida. Is everything okay?” Izuku had whispered to him. No, everything was not okay. He was falling for a girl who was getting him in trouble the more he was around her.

               “Yes, I am fine, Midoriya. Go back to what you were doing.” Iida quickly replied, pulling out his school supplies and frantically found where the class had left off while he was off searching for you. Izuku didn’t seem convinced, however, he did not want to push his friend into telling him something he did not want to say. Izuku was not the only one to notice the mood change of one Tenya Iida. You had made it back to Present Mic’s class before he had returned. Honestly, you didn’t think it would have taken him as long to also return to class.

               After class was over and it was time for lunch, you were going to attempt to approach Iida to ask to sit next to each other at lunch. Yet, the glare he sent your way before exiting the classroom spoke volumes. You felt like you had been punched in the gut with the look he had given you. Shaking it off, you had decided to just give Iida his distance. You knew he could get into his head about his studies and maybe for once he was just struggling with the material. In the back of your head, you knew that wasn’t it. For once, you decided that you would show up on time to the rest of your classes. Concluding that maybe he was tired of playing cat and mouse with you. Tired of trying to get you to understand his plights.

               When school was let out, you had heard him talking with Momo Yaoyorozu in the hallway about staying after school to help Aizawa with a project. Momo had always been pretty popular in the class, despite you thinking about her being a rich brat. She had done nothing in particular to make you dislike her, but there was always something about people showing off their financial status that bothered you. “I admire how you always go above and beyond for Class 1-A, Iida. You truly are an outstanding student.” You heard Momo compliment him, tone almost too friendly. You didn’t have any reason to be jealous – Iida wasn’t even yours. Yet, hearing her compliment him so calmly and confidently struck a chord with you.

               Iida was out of your league, and always had been.

                You weren’t the best student regarding both your attendance and your grades. Momo was way more popular than you were and honestly, in your own opinion, way better looking. Who were you to think that Iida had actually liked you? “I appreciate that, Yaoyorozu. I try my best to stay on top of things as Class Rep. Especially when it comes to the other students. I try to pick up where they lack to help the image of 1-A come to fruition.” He declared proudly. The color drained from your face hearing the last part of that sentence.

               Was it all a ploy? To get you to play by the rules so he wouldn’t have to constantly remind you of their classes’ image. A strange anger burned inside you as you clenched your fist and you fled back to your dorm in Heights Alliance. The following days played out the same as they usually did for you. Iida was back to focusing on his schoolwork and his group of friends while you mainly stayed secluded to yourself. You would skip class every now and then, but not enough to really irritate the class rep. The last thing you wanted was for Iida to come stomping up to you, whining about attendance and the image he so desperately wanted to portray for his classmates.

               You had kept your distance from him. It didn’t help that you kept catching him hanging out with Yaoyorozu. They were a perfect match. Two of the best students in the class being together. It didn’t hurt you any less of shatter any bit of confidence you had left. The thing that really pushed you over the edge was overhearing Momo talk to Jirou about how she thought her, and Iida looked good together. “I never really stopped to consider him as a possible date, but he really has it all together. A good family, a great goal, and even better quirk to really get him up in ranks.” Momo gushed, sighing afterwards. You hid yourself back in your dorm room after that. You stuck to studying and ignored if anyone had come to your dorm room to interact with you.  

               However, Iida noticed you also distancing yourself from him. He noticed every time you were slightly late to class, every time you skipped or just out right refused to show up and noticed how you didn’t pay attention most of the time when a teacher was giving a lecture. Surely you had to be doing this on purpose to gain his attention. You had admitted it plain as day to him on the top of the school rooftop. The annoyance he was getting from you playing this out, knowing how much it frustrated him, was rising each passing day. Especially when he kept getting looks from their teachers about your lack of care for the class. While it wasn’t directly his fault, it still fell on him when the rest of the class was slacking.

               So, when you weren’t on time on Friday for your homeroom class once again, Iida had had enough. When you entered the classroom, once again all eyes fell on you. Iida could feel the burn of Aizawa’s gaze on him upon your late entry. “Miss Y/L/N. You are once again late to homeroom. You have consecutively been late to most of your classes this week. Your behavior is unacceptable! You are making the rest of the class look foolish with your lackadaisical attitude. We expect this kind of behavior from Denki! Or even Sero for that matter! Yet, here you are, showing up once again late to homeroom!” Iida exclaimed loudly, standing up from his chair at his desk.

               The entire class went silent. You could hear a pin drop from how quiet it had gotten. The eye contact the two of you shared was intense. No one dare spoke up, even during the awkward burning silence that took place after his reprimanding. You were trying to keep yourself composed but it felt like he was personally attacking you. Tears had threatened to fall from your eyes because you were tired yourself. You stayed up all night beating yourself up about why you thought you stood a chance. You obviously didn’t. Especially with the look he was giving you right now. The anger that was burning in his eyes and directed right at you. “What do you have to say for yourself.” He demanded, challenging you to challenge him back.

               And challenge him back you did. The tears threatened to fall down your burning cheeks. How dare he yell at you in front of all your classmates. In front of your teacher. When he was the one who led you on, thinking you even stood a chance. Your eyes glanced over to Momo, and you felt your anger flare up more with her looking so impressed with him. 

             “WELL, MAYBE IF YOU DIDN’T SNEAK YOUR WAY INTO MY BED WHEN I WAS SICK AND MAKE ME FALL FOR YOU, I WOULD PROBABLY ACTUALLY CARE MORE.” You shouted. You almost enjoyed the look of shock that came from Iida’s face at your statement. Everyone’s jaws dropped at your comment and looked back from Iida to you.  If the classroom could get anymore quiet, it would. Tears had started falling down your face as you rushed out of the classroom. Sero had fallen backwards out of his chair being in absolute shock of what you said.

               “Dude seriously? Now is the time you don’t keep your balance?” Kaminari questioned him. Iida took a moment to compose himself before turning swiftly to Sero. “You told me you had it safely balanced with your tape! You need to be more responsible Sero!” He scolded him while chopping his hand in the air. The class started muttering in wonder about what you had said. “Take your seat, Iida Tenya. Everyone else quiet down. Class is starting.” Aizawa sternly said. Iida slowly slid down his seat and tried to focus on what Aizawa was saying.

               But your voice kept ringing in his ears, the sentence that plagued for the rest of the day. What had he done?

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C L U M S Y | S H I N S O U - P.2

S H I N S O U | P A R T  T W O 

[Part One]

C L U M Y  M A S T E R L I S T

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: As of 4/22/21 I have updated the first part of this series for Shinsou, I made some adjustments as I noticed some bigger plot holes. Please go give that a read if you read the first part already before. 

Shinsou had severely underestimated how hard Aizawa was going to be training him. Everyday it seemed like his body found new places to hurt and joints he didn’t know existed ached. After being pinned to the training mat once again, Shinsou let out a defeated sigh. “Get up.” Aizawa commanded him after releasing the hold he had on him, moving away from the defeated student. “You are never going to get better if you don’t train yourself at your fullest potential.” Aizawa spat at him harshly. “You won’t be able to protect citizens, colleagues, or even your loved ones if you just take the brunt force and never get back up.” 

Shinsou laid there a moment more, thinking over his words. Shinsou didn’t really have friends, all besides that annoying blonde buzzing idiot in class 1A. They were mere acquaintances and Shinsou barely paid him any mind, however, the boy was surely convinced he was friends with Shinsou. That, and Shinsou didn’t really mind his presence all that much. After the sports festival, it seemed that Kaminari was determined to befriend Shinsou. Sitting with him during lunch period, finding him and bothering him while walking back to Heights Alliance after school. Eventually Shinsou caved and gave the energetic boy his number and he practically texted him every day. Being stupid memes or asking for help when mid-terms had come around.  

When it came to family, he didn’t really rely on much from his deadbeat father and his emotionally distant mother. Even though he wanted nothing more to become a hero, did he even have the drive to save people he didn’t care about? That’s when his one and only motivator popped into his head. You. Through every hardship, every bully that had taunted him for his quirk, when he was put into the general studies class, even when he lost at the sports festival. You had always been there for him, and he would be damned to let you down. 

Aizawa felt the shift in energy when Shinsou had risen from the matt. The boy looked beaten to hell and probably felt even worse. However, he got in the stance that Aizawa had taught him and readied himself for impact. “Are you sure you want to continue?” Aizawa asked with squinted eyes. It had only been a week, but Aizawa could tell the boy was getting worn down. He was not used to this kind of training, being a part of the general studies course. The boy had been done wrong when he had not been put in either Hero course, however, with his lack of drive up until recently, the boy had not put in any extra training himself. 

“I’m more than sure.” He rasped out, his breathing uneasy but for once, his eyes filled with determination. “Let’s continue then.”

. . .

Aizawa had been summoned to this staff meeting by principal Nezu, along with a few of the other teachers that made up the staff of UA. He had sat himself next to Present Mic, even though he knew the repercussions of potentially sitting next to him. “How’s it hanging, Eraser Head?” The loud blonde shouted, gaining the attention of the rest of the faculty in the room. “Shut up, Mic.” He answered, rubbing his temples from the oncoming headache he felt building. Though, he really picked the only seat that wouldn’t drive him absolutely mad. There was an empty seat next to Midnight, and one next to Almight. He had to choose his battle of whether to be annoyed by Almight or Mic and the choice was easy.

Finally after what felt like a dragging twenty minutes, Principal Nezu had entered the room and the staff had quieted down. “Good afternoon, I am glad that all of you have joined me today. This meeting is about the potential moving of students from their current classes to either one of the hero courses.” Nezu stated, making Aizawa sigh in defeat. Great, another student for him to have to look after potentially. Didn’t he have to deal with enough with the troublesome class he already had? From villain attacks, to one of his students being kidnapped, it felt like Aizawa could not catch a break.

If he were lucky enough, the students would be advised to join Sekijiro’s class and leave Aizawa to just tend to the students he had. “However, as we know, most of the general studies students usually don’t get the hero training they need. So we need volunteers to mentor these select students and if their training proves their abilities to join one of the hero courses, we will place them in either class.” Nezu continued. There was no way that Aizawa was going to take on a mentor. He was already swamped with teaching his own class, having to watch over 1-A’s dorms over in Heights Alliance. Just the thought of taking on more work made Aizawa yawn. 

Thankfully, throughout the slideshow that was presented on a projector, most of the students were taken on by other staff members. None had really caught Aizawa’s attention or really stood out to him. That is, until Shinsou Hitoshi had appeared on the screen. “The boy with the brain-washing quirk?” He overheard the other teachers whispering. He remembered him going against Midoriya in the sport festival and how much he had improved after. He trained minimally with his other classmates in the general studies class. Aizawa had kept his eye out for the boy. Not just from seeing him fight his own students in the sports festival, but also because if he was right, this was the boy that his own daughter was dating.

Aizawa quickly took out his phone and scrolled through him and his daughter’s messages. After scrolling through their many messages, he found the picture he was looking for. A picture of her and the boy sitting together in a grassy field, her smiling and him with a blank expression and a peace sign. He looked back and forth from the picture and the one on the overhead projector. That was definitely the boy that was seeing his dear daughter. Aizawa didn’t hear a word that Nezu was saying about the student. However, when Nezu asked if there were any available teachers willing to train the boy, the room was quiet. 

That was, until Aizawa pushed his chair out with a dejected sigh and stood up with his hand raised. This made the other teachers stop talking and turn towards him. “I’ll take him on.” Aizawa said in a very even monotone. This was definitely a conflict of interest and if Nezu ever found out, then he would definitely be in a lot of trouble. However, if there was going to be anyone to train the boy who was seeing his daughter, it was going to be him. Making sure he was strong enough to always defend her. 

“Are you sure, Mr. Aizawa? I know you are already preoccupied with your teachings of class 1A and watching over their dorms.” Nezu asked with an eyebrow quirked at him. “I’ve seen his potential. He needs a strict teacher to help him really use his quirk to its best extent. Plus, I could use a good mentoring session after having to deal with all the brats in 1-A.” Aizawa yawned, before sitting back down. Principal Nezu nodded his head in agreement. “Alright then! Mr. Aizawa will be mentoring young Shinsou Hitoshi. We have one more student left I’d like the remaining staff to take into consideration.” Nezu continued on.

Although, he knew that the staff room was still in shock that Aizawa had taken on a mentoring position. It had been a long time since Aizawa had taken on a mentor if he had at all. He couldn’t remember if he had. “Okay, who are you and what have you done with Shouta Aizawa?” Present Mic whispered to him. “What are you babbling on about?” Aizawa asked in an annoyed tone. “I don’t think you have ever taken on a mentor. You always deny taking on any student since you see it as a waste of time.” Hizashi pushed, raising his eyebrow at the tired Aizawa. “Maybe it’s time to shake things up.” Aizawa said with a tone of sarcasm in his voice.

Except he was anything but joking. Hizashi wasn’t as dumb as he let on, and he knew Aizawa better than anyone in the room. He would later confront the tired teacher about the risks of taking on Shinsou as his mentor. However, Aizawa already knew these repercussions and even though his decision was hasty, he was set on his decision. The easiest part about hiding the fact that he was mentoring his daughter’s boyfriend, was the fact that he and his daughter did not share the same last name. 

That and his daughter seemed to avoid telling people about him. It didn’t hurt him, he almost preferred it to be that way. Being a well-known Pro-Hero he always worried about the safety of his daughter. He was afraid of people using her to get close enough to hurt not only her, but him as well. He never wanted his fame to sway his daughter’s friendships or future relationships. He had joked about meeting this boyfriend of hers but at the same time, he was glad that she was taking her time with it. 

Hizashi had once again warned Shota about how it could not only interfere with his teaching, but his relationship with his daughter. He knew his daughter would understand if he told her he was only training him to make him stronger for her. To have him be able to protect her in a way that Aizawa couldn’t. If it had ever become a subject of debate for them later, he would explain himself to her. He knew his relationship with his daughter was strong. However, he too worried that maybe this would eventually affect his relationship with her. 

…

It had been a few weeks since the last time you had seen Hitoshi in person. You were happily cheering for him on the sidelines, but you were also missing him. The both of you knew that this wasn’t going to be an easy process for either of you. It felt like the relationship was growing very one sided to you, with the very little interaction he was giving you. The few texts that you received from the tired boy were good morning and good night texts, and occasionally asking you how school was going. You also didn’t want to be overly clingy and blow his phone up when you knew he was working hard. He had offhandedly mentioned how his training had been very intense and that he felt pain in joints he didn’t know existed.

You always encouraged him to take baths to help ease the pain he was feeling, or to make sure he was stretching properly. He made sure to let you know that he was doing everything properly, it was just a lot more work than he was used to. “I have a complete disadvantage of being so behind on both hero courses. My teacher is doing his best to make sure I’m prepared for when I get tested to potentially join one of the hero classes. It’s just tiring is all, but I promise you, I’m doing my best for both of us.” He had told you during one of your now rare video calls after his training. 

Shinsou had known that he wasn’t being very active in chatting with you, and it tore him up inside, but he had to keep his focus on what he wanted. He wanted nothing more than to become a hero. The two of you had scheduled to see each other after school when you were both free. You sat patiently at the park you two had always met at. Swinging your feet anxiously on the bench, almost bouncing in excitement to see Hitoshi. You checked your phone for the time, noting that it was 3:15 p.m. and that you had been a bit early. 

[3:15 p.m.] y/n: Hey Toshi! I’m in our usual meeting spot! I can’t wait to see you today :)

You quickly shot him the text, smiling like a dork to yourself. However, when a half an hour had passed and you hadn’t even heard from Hitoshi, you began to worry. A frown settled itself onto your face as you pulled up his contact information. You hit the call button and you were quickly sent to voicemail. You left a quick voicemail, saying you were just worried since he hadn’t texted you. You also decided to shoot him a text.

[3:45 p.m.] y/n: is everything okay?

You felt anxious with him leaving you by yourself at the park like this. He had always made sure to go straight from the UA campus to the park nearby to meet you. He hated leaving you by yourself with so much villainous activities going on as of lately, especially with the league of villains.

[4:05 p.m.] y/n: Toshi?

[4:30 p.m.] y/n: I’m heading to the train station, I don’t want to get stuck out in the dark. 

You stared at your phone in disbelief that your boyfriend had stood you up as you tried one more time to reach Hitoshi, but once again you were sent to his voicemail. You didn’t bother leaving a voicemail this time and headed towards the train station. On the ride home from the park you couldn’t help but let a few tears escape, because you were extremely disappointed that even though the two of you had made plans, he had wound up standing you up.

When you arrived home, you went straight up to your room, not saying anything to your mother. You flopped on the bed and let the tears you were holding in out. This was a lot harder than you had originally anticipated, but you never thought he would ever stand you up. You sobbed into your pillow, feeling the hurt in your chest from being so let down by the boy you loved. Even though you know he would never do it on purpose, it didn’t make the sting hurt less. 

You had fallen asleep shortly after letting your emotions out, skipping out on dinner. You were woken up by the sound of your phone vibrating loudly. Snapping out of your sleep-like state, you had hoped that it was Hitoshi, but a frown spread across your lips when you saw it was your dad. Sighing, you sat up and declined the call. 

[9:03 p.m.] Y/N: sorry dad, i’m not feeling good. I'll video call you tomorrow after school?

[9:05 p.m.] Dad: hey kiddo, just checking in on you. I will call you when I’m done with my meeting after school, sound good?

[9:07 p.m.] Y/N: sure thing :) love you!

[9:10 p.m.] Dad: love you too kid

You flopped back onto your bed with a sigh, feeling more tired than usual. You had assumed it had been from you crying earlier. However, before you could lull yourself back to sleep, you felt your phone vibrating again. 

[Incoming call: Hitoshi Shinsou]

You quickly hit the accept button and held the phone up to your ear. “Are you not in the mood to video chat?” Was the first thing out of Hitoshi’s mouth when you answered the phone. “I could do better without the attitude, Hitoshi.” You snapped back at him, anger forming in your chest. “I was calling to say goodnight, but if you’re going to yell at me then I guess I’ll just hang up.” His reply left you in shock. “What on earth is going on with you, ‘Toshi? First you completely blow me off today, you didn’t answer my calls or text messages, but when you call, it’s all attitude?” You finally snap, letting all the bottled up emotions you had been feeling today go.

“I got held up with my training-” Hitoshi started to say before you cut him off with a scoff. “Why am I not surprised.” You bitterly stated, trying to not let yourself cry again. You had been blatantly ignored for almost a whole month because of his training. “I’m trying my best here, Y/N.” He had said with what sounded like a frustrated tone. “Are you really? Because to me it feels completely one sided. I want to support you Hitoshi, and I’m trying so hard to keep it together!” You yelled, but before you could even continue he cut you off. “This doesn’t sound like you supporting me!” He yelled back. “You don’t know what it’s like to be pushed to your absolute limits day in and day out!” 

“I get that this is hard for you Hitoshi-” “No! You obviously don’t. I had a feeling this was going to happen and that you weren’t going to support me the whole way through. I need to do this, and if I have to do it alone, then so be it.” Shinsou had snapped, making you freeze in your thoughts. “You don’t mean that.” You whispered, letting the tears fall down your face. “I can’t be hung up on making you happy when I have goals to achieve. We’re done.” Were the last words you heard him speak before he hung up on you. You sat there, completely and utterly in shock with what happened. You clenched your chest, feeling as if someone was ripping your heart out. 

[9:15 p.m.] Y/N: You are such a selfish jerk, Shinsou.

[9:18 p.m.] Toshi: The destination number you are trying to reach is blocked from receiving this message. ## Error - 30004

…

Aizawa was already on high alert when you hadn’t answered his call the night before. You had always made time to chat with him, even on your worst days. For you to claim that you weren’t feeling good was an obvious lie that was making him feel on edge. His students could feel the difference in his attitude, as he was being much more stingy and strict than usual. His advice and criticism for his students was more harsh and louder. He tried to not let his personal life affect his work life, however, there was something that was bothering him about the whole situation. 

He had managed to trudge through the whole day, but was determined to call you before he went to train with Shinsou. He dismissed his students and they left the classroom rather quickly, making comments on their teacher’s odd behavior today. Aizawa had pinched the bridge of his nose and took in a few deep breaths before reaching for his cellphone. He had looked to see he had a missed call from you and immediately dialed your number back. 

“Hey kiddo, everything alright?” Aizawa asked as soon as you picked up the phone. “No.” You croaked out and immediately, Aizawa was on the defense. “Do I need to come pick you up from school?” He asked, ready to beat up any kid who had made you upset. “No. I’m just going through a lot of emotions today.” You told him, sniffling on your end of the phone. “Do you think we can do something together this weekend, if you aren’t working?” You asked sadly and he wanted nothing more than to drop everything he was doing to come to your aid. 

However, he knew if he had abandoned his post at the Heights Alliance dorms he would never hear the end of it from Nezu. “Of course, we can go see a movie if you’d like.” He offered to you, and even though he couldn’t see you, he knew you were nodding. “What’s going on kid, talk to me.” He tried to push you into telling him what was wrong. “You don’t have to, I just want you to know I’m here for you.” He continued, trying to make you feel more comfortable. 

Before you had responded to his question, Hizashi had opened his classroom door and was quickly met with a glare from Shota. “Your daughter?” Hizashi mouthed, nodding to the cellphone in his colleagues hand. Shota had nodded his head and turned his attention back to you. “Hitoshi and I got into a fight.” You started, making Shota stop breathing. “And I’m pretty sure he broke up with me last night over the phone.” You continued, sobbing into what he assumed was your hand. Hizashi had noticed the entire energy in the room shift. 

“Dad, I need you to promise me you won’t do anything. I’m sure he’s just stressed.” You spoke up when you noticed your father had gone silent. “Okay. I promise. Look I have to get to my meeting, but I promise to call you after, okay?” He asked, gritting his teeth. “Okay, I love you.” You choked out, making his heart hurt hearing you so upset. “I love you too, get home safe.” He said before hanging up the phone. Aizawa took a deep breath before storming past Hizashi and headed towards the gym he was training Shinsou at. “Shota, I think you need to take a breather.” Hizashi had tried to say, warning him about what he was about might have consequences. Aizawa was seeing red and there was nothing that was going to stop him from reaching his target.

He whipped the door open to the gym and startled Shinsou greatly. He turned around and saw Aizawa, but noticed immediately the fowl mood that his teacher was in. “Uh, is everything okay, Aizawa-sensei?” Shinsou spoke up, but from the look on his teacher’s face he was going to regret asking. “No. Everything is not okay, but that is no longer your concern. I am revoking your transfer offer and cancelling your entrance exam for the chance to join the hero course.” Aizawa spoke quickly and furiously. The color had drained from Shinsou’s face, his eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, what? But I’ve been working so hard!” Shinsou spoke up, obviously confused from the sudden remark his teacher made.

Aizawa had stalked over to Shinsou and backed him into a corner. “It doesn’t matter how hard you worked! If you think you can go and break my daughter’s heart without consequences then you are sorely mistaken. You are not the hero I thought you could be, especially for Y/N’s sake.” He yelled, making Shinsou stop breathing. Before Shinsou could make any plea to his teacher, Aizawa had walked out of the gym, leaving Shinsou completely shell-shocked. 

“What have I done…” 

(To be continued)

[Part Three]

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C L U M S Y | KIRISHIMA PART THREE

I let you down; I've been clumsy with your heart again. I guess you figured me out, Now here's a taste of my own medicine. (I let you down)

K I R I S H I M A | P A R T   T H R E E (F i n a l)

[Part One],[Part Two]

C L U M Y  M A S T E R L I S T

Word Count: 2.5k 

Content warnings: Mild Cursing

A/N: I really hope this measures up to everyone’s expectations. I really like how this ended, but I’m worried you all won’t like it. I could have done a lot of things differently, but Kirishima deserves the best honestly. (Fair warning, not all in the Clumsy series get a happy ending. BUT I HAD TO FOR OUR FAVORITE SHARK BOI.)

Bakugou and Kirishima had locked eyes. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. “So, this is what your tutoring sessions have been?” Bakugou said through gritted teeth. You were left speechless. You didn’t know how to respond in a way that would get him to calm down. “This was my doing.” Kirishima spoke up after collecting himself off the floor. “The hell do you mean?” Bakugou spit back at him. You had looked from Bakugou to Kirishima to see if either of their demeanors had changed. Kirishima sighed and looked over to you with a sad smile. “I had a crush on her. I came onto her, I kissed her. She had nothing to do with it.” He admitted to his best friend. You didn’t want Kirishima to take the full fall, that was never the plan or intention. “Bullshit! You were on top of her on her bed!” Bakugou continued to shout.

You were sure that Iida was going to potentially investigate what was going on, since Bakugou kept shouting. He had every right to be upset in this moment, but you had to quickly think to diffuse the situation. “Like I said, I came onto her. She was laying down on her bed while I was looking through my textbook, I got onto her bed and kissed her.” Kirishima continued to defend you. He didn’t want you to get in the middle of Bakugou’s wrath. While he also didn’t want to lose his best friend, in this moment he wanted to protect you. He had been standing protectively in front of you as you sat in horrible silence. “Just stay out of this Y/N.” Kirishima had thought to himself, preparing to activate his quirk if necessary.

“Listen here shitty hair. You dare make a move on my girl?” Bakugou challenged. You could hear his hands starting to crackle with his rising anger. You quickly got up from your spot on the bed, moving past Kirishima to reach Katsuki. “Hey, look. He made a mistake. I didn’t stop him because I thought maybe it would help him with his feelings.” You stated, trying to diffuse the situation. “So, you were in on it too?” He pressed, backing away from you. He was looking back and forth the two of you in anger. “Bakugou, I need you to calm down-“ “You don’t get to tell me to calm down after swapping spit with this fake of a friend.” Katsuki cut you off. The words cut deep into Kirishima, hearing one of his best friends being so angry at him.

“Why is it always okay for everyone else to get what they want, besides me? Why am I the one who must stand on the sidelines. I always talk to you about you and your things. However, the favor is never returned! Had you even asked if I liked anyone, I would have maybe told you about my feelings for Y/N! Everything is always about you, Bakugou. You don’t care about anyone, but yourself!” Kirishima finally snapped. “I have been there for you at your lowest and at your highest. I support you in all your training and even help when I don’t feel up for it! That’s what best friends do. Yet, all you ever do is worry about yourself. You never come to see the others train. You never congratulate the others when they accomplish something new in their work. You don’t care about any of the others, and you especially don’t care about me.”

Your heart snapped in half hearing Kirishima finally voice his feelings to his best friend. You had no idea that he felt this way. He always appeared so chipper and happy to be surrounded by his friends. Kirishima was always so optimistic and supportive towards others. To see this side being brought to the light really hurt something inside of you. Yet, here you were, doing the same exact thing Bakugou was doing to him. You were being selfish. You were keeping this dirty little secret and you should have known that would hurt Kirishima. Of course, he would say he didn’t mind because that is what he was used to. Used to being the one to push his feelings aside for the sake of others. That’s just how he’s always been.

The room was silent. You hadn’t even noticed the tears that were silently falling down Kiri’s face until now. You felt ashamed that you were the one that caused this situation. Bakugou scoffed angerly and stormed out of the room – leaving the two of you in uncomfortable silence. “I never meant to make you fall with me, Y/N.” Kirishima spoke up, breaking the unbearable silence. You rushed over to him and through your arms around him. “I’m the one who let you down Kirishima.” You breathed, trying so hard to keep the tears from falling from your own eyes. Kirishima’s whole body started shaking with sobs that only made your heart hurt worse.

Over the next couple of days things had been awkward not only just between Bakugou and you, but the rest of the Bakusquad. Later the next evening after the whole escapade of Bakugou finding out your little thing with Kirishima, he had texted you saying that he wanted to break up. Which was honestly fair and you saw coming. The whole incident had left you feeling awful for multiple reasons; you had hurt not only Kirishima, but Bakugou as well, you had technically been cheating on Bakugou, and you made things so awkward with the rest of your friend group. It didn’t help that Kirishima also kept his distance from you. He was hurting in his own way after potentially loosing one of his best friends over a girl.

He knew better. He always knew better. Yet, when he called out Bakugou for his toxic behavior he almost immediately regretted it. Bakugou had been like a brother to Kirishima and the thought of loosing him always made him uncomfortable. He also felt bad for avoiding you as well when you had also taken the fall with him. He honestly didn’t expect you to back him up like you had done. He was just expecting you to let him take all the blame and go back to normal with Bakugou. That didn’t happen. Kirishima also half expected that after Bakugou had taken his anger out on him during one training session that maybe the tensions would die down.

Yet, here you all were, sitting in awful awkward silence at lunch together. “Did something happen where all three of you are all stingy now? Kirishima you passed the last exam; you should be excited!” Mina exclaimed, trying to brighten up the mood.

It was true that even though you and Bakugou were broken up and Kirishima and Bakugou were in a fight, that you all still sat together at lunch with the rest of your friends. No one had broken the news to Denki, Sero, or Mina about what had happened. “That’s because Y/N is such a great tutor! You should help me with my next exam.” Kaminari agreed, throwing a smile your way. You wished he hadn’t of said that, because the look on Bakugou’s face turned sour very quickly. “Yeah, Y/N, might as well give Kaminari lessons like you did for Kirishima. Maybe Sero will want some too, or even Mina if you swing that way.” He spat towards you. “That’s enough Bakugou.” Kirishima once again stood up for you.

“Tch. Whatever.” Bakugou sneered before standing up and walking away. His food that he just got from the cafeteria just sitting there. “What was that all about?” Sero whispered, looking from you to Kirishima. “Nothing. Just getting a taste of my own medicine is all.” You whispered, standing up yourself and walking away from the table. Kirishima wanted nothing more to console you, but at the same time he didn’t want Sero, Mina, or Kaminari to raise more questions than they already were. So, he stayed at the table as he watched you walk away in the opposite direction. “Okay… How weird.” Denki whistled out, feeling the weird tension hanging in the air. The three of them dropped the conversation and moved on to talk about how they were excited about their upcoming work studies. Kirishima couldn’t be bothered to listen though.

You hadn’t planned to run into Bakugou after walking out of the cafeteria. You had purposely left the opposite exit so your chances of running into each other were very slim. He stood against one of the hallway walls, arms crossed over his chest. He made eye contact with you and at first you shrank away. Before you could turn around and walk away, he softly asked, “Can we talk for a moment.”. Befuddled by the calm disposition he was putting off, you hesitantly walked towards him. You stood next to him but knew to keep your distance just in case. “Look, I’m sorry for what I said in there. I was hurt.” Bakugou started to explain. “However, shitty hair was right. I never really considered his feelings. I got jealous of the two of you hanging out because of how close the two of you were. I guess I knew deep down, yet I still went for you anyway.”

You were speechless. This was very unlike Bakugou to admit his wrongs and to even say he was in the wrong. “It sucked finding out the way I did, but Kirishima is a really good friend. I’d be stupid to throw that away. I also somewhat tolerate whenever you’re around too.” He admitted, a small flush to his cheeks. This information dump from him left you speechless. You weren’t sure what to say and he saw you staring at him with your mouth open. “If you keep your mouth open, you’re going to catch flies, you idiot.” He smirked, shoving your shoulder gently. A small smile crept up on your face as you realized he was trying to make amends. “I should be the one to apologize to you. I shouldn’t have kept secrets from you. I should have been honest with you from the beginning.” You also blurted out.

A chuckle escaped Katsuki’s lips as he rolled his eyes at you. “No shit, dummy. However, I get it. I can be hotheaded and easily loose my temper. Kirishima was right. I tend to only care about myself and not those around me. It’s about time I do the same for everyone else.” He exhaled, shaking his head. Almost instantly though his fiery personality came back to life. “But don’t get any smart ideas! I’m not going to be the nice guy all of a sudden. I’m just going to be a bit more considerate of everyone else’s feelings.” He snarled, yet you knew he was trying to hide that soft interior of his. You turned to him and pulled him into a hug. “Thank you, Bakugou.” You uttered, relaxing into his embrace since he too had hugged you back.

“I’ll beat the shit out of him if he doesn’t treat you right. I will also have no hesitation on trying to win you back if he doesn’t. Am I clear?” He murmured in your ear. You nodded your head before letting go of the embrace. “Oh, and shitty hair.” He called out, making you turn around in surprise. Kirishima walked out from behind the wall he was standing behind. “We’re going to be training tomorrow, so you better keep up.” Bakugou ordered. A knowing smile broke out on Kirishima’s face as he recognized this was Bakugou’s way of letting go of the tension. “Of course!” Kirishima acknowledged. The lunch bell rang as it signaled that their break was over, and the next class was getting ready to commence. “I’ll see you two in class.” He huffed before walking away. However, you couldn’t help but notice the small smile that was etched on his face before he turned away.

This left you and Kirishima together alone in the hallway. “Y/N, I’m sorry.” Kirishima started to say. You shook your head vigorously at his statement which left Kirishima with a puzzled look on his face. “No, I am the one who should be sorry! I should have asked you how you personally felt about the situation. I never took your feelings into consideration. I was being selfish. I wanted both but I knew that I couldn’t. I really liked Bakugou, underneath his tough exterior is a kind soul. However, you are the one that I want to be with. You always put others before you even if it means hurting yourself. With you, everything is effortless. I don’t have to worry about whether or not you’re going to explode at me, or to walk on eggshells with you. Kirishima, you are perfect for me, and I’m sorry that it took me this long to notice.” You blurted out.

Kirishima’s face had turned the color of a tomato, his head tilted down. At first you didn’t see the tears streaming down his face until he finally looked up at you with a smile embedded into his cheeks. “You are literally an angel, Y/N.” He laughed, wiping the tears from his face. Your smile softened as you placed your hand on his cheek and stroked some of his tears away with your thumb. “I’m not an angel, but I will try to be the best version of myself for you.” You confirmed, before placing a small peck onto his cheek. “Now let’s get going before we’re late for class.” You announced, holding your hand out for Kirishima to take, and he did, gladly.

….

A few weeks went by of normal hangouts, the occasional surprise date, and just easy-going feelings between you and Kirishima. Bakugou and Kirishima’s relationship was still a bit rough around the edges but overtime Katsuki had come to terms with the outcome. Truly, he was just happy to see both of you so infatuated with one another. Kirishima was doing everything right and that’s what made Bakugou content with letting you go. There were many questions from the Bakusquad and overtime they pieced everything together. There were no ill feelings between anyone, including you and Bakugou. If anything, the roles had reversed where Kirishima was your boyfriend and Bakugou was your best friend. From time to time, Kirishima got jealous, but you assured him there was nothing to worry about.

               “Tch, if I wanted to take her back, I would. Now get over here Rock Bottom, stupid sparky wants us to have a rematch in Mario-kart.” Bakugou sneered. A smile immediately broke out over Kirishima’s face before placing a tender kiss onto your forehead. “Go kick some ass, Kiri.” You encouraged before the two boys ran off to the common room to cause havoc.

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