#set fire to UA high school

[dragonciphering]

I feel validated that I have been agreed with. So here my other rant that I didn’t post.

Another thing I’d like to point out is that 1A does absolutely fucking NOTHING about Bakugo. 1B does scold Monoma, hell, they KNOCK HIM OUT. Still hate that. 1A? Oh, they just do VERY light or teasing admonishes. And then laugh it off and remember it like a amusing thing???? “Oh he’s just like that! Haha!” One of the only times someone gets mad at him is at the beginning of the year when he has his feet on the desk. And that’s Iida. The one who got mad at Midoria for muttering. He’s from a experienced hero family and he doesn’t fucking notice the signs of abuse???

Are you telling me HEROS IN TRAINING and people from high end family’s aren’t being taught to recognize signs of abuse?! Mirio and Midoria recognize something is up with Eri. But 1A with Bakugo? Fucking nothing. No one can notice or tell how Midoria flinches? How he shakes when Bakugo yells and sets explosions at him? How he tried to kill Midoria? How Midoria instinctually apologizes to him and just people in general?

Hell, Midoria admitted that he gave him the nickname (it not a nickname it’s a word that is basically used like a slur) Deku. Yeah, Uraraka comments that it seems mean. But then she and Midoria change the subject and it’s never brought up again. At least, none that I have noticed. Not even by Aizawa. And sure as hell not by fucking NEDZU.

1A and UA is basically enabling this behavior. At a HERO school. No wonder Flaming-pile-of- trash got away with so much. Still hate that Hori is trying to redeem him. The Hero’s that are supposed to be protecting the people don’t know about the struggles of the quirkless or how to fucking notice abuse and are the ones abusing people.

God fucking dammit. I hate how Hori made Stain someone only really used for plot. Let him kill the fakes fuck it. Hell, make him go to UA and disguise as a teacher or something and let him beat up all the hypocrites pLEASE. Let Dabi at the Flaming-Pile-Of-Trash let him burn the school to the ground. I don’t care anymore.

Except 1B let them be they haven’t done a thing to deserve any of this.

haha-

[n1ght0f-nyx]

My hero academia boys asking you out pt 1

warnings/tags: cliffhanger, more fanon way of acting than canon ngl, i dont think there's other warnings other than that- feel free to dm me if you notice a common warning that could affect someone

characters: katsuki bakugo, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, tenya ida, Eijiro kirishima, denki kamanari

🔥 Katsuki Bakugou 🔥

Bakugo seemed more agitated than usual. He kept glancing in my direction, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my heart race. I tried to ignore it, focusing on the lesson, but it was like trying to ignore a blazing inferno in the middle of a snowstorm.

When the bell finally rang, I gathered my things and started to head out, hoping to make a quick escape before he could confront me. But as soon as I stepped into the hallway, I felt a firm hand on my shoulder. I turned around to find Bakugo standing there, his expression unreadable.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” he said, his voice gruff but lacking its usual edge.

“Uh, sure. What’s up?” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the rapid beating of my heart.

He led me to a more secluded part of the school, away from prying eyes and ears. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating. He turned to face me, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that made my knees weak.

“Look, I’m not good with this kind of stuff,” he began, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “But I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. More than I probably should.”

My breath caught in my throat. Was he really saying what I thought he was saying? I tried to keep my face neutral, but I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks.

“I like you, Y/N,” he said bluntly, his eyes never leaving mine. “I don’t do things halfway, and I’m not gonna start now. So, what do you say? Will you go out with me?”...

💚 Izuku Midoriya 💚

The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm orange glow over the UA High School grounds. It had been a long day of training, and I was ready to head back to the dorms when I heard a familiar voice call my name.

"Y/N, wait up!"

I turned around to see Izuku Midoriya, his messy green hair slightly tousled and his cheeks flushed from running. He caught up to me, panting a little but with that determined look in his eyes that I'd come to admire so much.

"Hey, Midoriya," I greeted him with a smile. "What's up?"

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "There's something I need to talk to you about. Do you have a minute?"

"Sure," I replied, curious about what had him so worked up.

We walked over to a bench near the training field and sat down. Izuku seemed nervous, fidgeting with his hands and avoiding eye contact. I waited patiently, giving him the time he needed to gather his thoughts.

"Y/N, we've been friends for a while now, right?" he began, finally looking at me. His green eyes were filled with sincerity and a hint of something else—something that made my heart skip a beat.

"Yeah, we have," I agreed, my curiosity growing.

"I-I really admire you," he stammered, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. "You're strong, kind, and always know how to make people smile. Being around you makes me want to be a better hero."

I felt a warm blush creep up my own cheeks at his words. "Thank you, Midoriya. That means a lot to me."

He took another deep breath, clearly trying to muster his courage. "What I'm trying to say is... I like you, Y/N. A lot. And I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me sometime?"...

🧊 shoto todoroki 🔥

I glanced across the bustling courtyard of U.A. High School, my heart doing a little flip when my eyes landed on Shoto Todoroki. His dual-colored hair was unmistakable, a vibrant mix of crimson and white, just like his enigmatic personality. I always found him intriguing, a blend of ice and fire, both literally and figuratively.

Today, he seemed different. He was standing a bit straighter, his eyes scanning the crowd as if he was searching for something—or someone. My pulse quickened as his gaze locked onto mine. For a moment, I considered looking away, but curiosity and something deeper held my attention.

"Y/N," he called out, his voice carrying over the chatter of our classmates. I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as he approached me. Todoroki was known for his calm and stoic demeanor, so seeing him a bit unsettled was surprising.

"Hey, Todoroki," I greeted, trying to sound casual despite the rapid beating of my heart. "What's up?"

He stood in front of me, his mismatched eyes intense and focused. "Can we talk?" he asked, his voice steady but with an undercurrent of emotion that made me wonder what was going on.

"Of course," I replied, nodding. "What's on your mind?"

Todoroki took a deep breath, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. "I've been meaning to tell you something," he began, his gaze unwavering. "I've realized that I have feelings for you, Y/N. And I was wondering if you would go out with me."

🗣️ tenya Iida 👔

I had always admired Tenya Iida from afar. His dedication, his sense of justice, and his unwavering commitment to his classmates were qualities I deeply respected. But today, something was different. I noticed him glancing my way more often than usual, and there was a nervous energy about him that I hadn't seen before.

The school day passed in a blur, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of Tenya. Finally, after our last class, I headed towards my locker, only to find him standing there, waiting for me. His usually stern face softened as our eyes met.

"Y/N," he began, his voice uncharacteristically shaky. "Could I speak with you for a moment?"

"Of course, Tenya," I replied, trying to keep my own nerves in check. "What's up?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he continued. "I've been meaning to tell you something for a while now. I admire your strength, your kindness, and your dedication. You inspire me in ways I can't quite put into words."

I felt my cheeks heat up at his unexpected praise, but I nodded for him to continue.

"I... I have feelings for you, Y/N," he confessed, his voice steadying as he spoke. "And I was wondering if you would do me the honor of going out with me."

🗿 Eijiro Kirishima 🗿

It was a bright and sunny afternoon, the kind that made everything feel a little bit more hopeful. The UA High School campus was bustling with students, everyone going about their business, but my mind was focused on something—or rather, someone—else entirely. Eijiro Kirishima.

I had known Kirishima since we started at UA, and over time, my admiration for him grew into something deeper. His unwavering spirit, his kindness, and his infectious smile had a way of making my heart race. Today, though, something seemed different about him. There was a nervous energy in his usually confident demeanor.

We were in the courtyard, taking a break from training. Kirishima approached me with that wide, toothy grin of his, but there was a hint of something more in his eyes.

"Hey, Y/N," he began, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "Can we talk for a sec?"

"Sure, what's up?" I replied, trying to keep my own nerves in check.

He led me to a quieter spot under one of the large oak trees that dotted the campus. The shade provided a nice respite from the sun, but it didn't do much to calm the fluttering in my chest.

Kirishima took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto mine with a seriousness I rarely saw in him. "Y/N, I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, and I just... I need to tell you something."

I felt my heart skip a beat. Was this really happening?

"I really like you," he confessed, his cheeks turning a shade of pink that rivaled his hair. "Like, a lot. You're amazing, and I've been wanting to tell you for a long time, but I didn't know how. I guess what I'm trying to say is... Would you go out with me?"

⚡️ denki kamanari ⚡️

I had just finished my last class of the day, my mind still buzzing with the day’s lessons. As I walked down the hallway, I saw Denki Kaminari leaning casually against a locker, his usual grin plastered across his face. He saw me and straightened up, a spark of nervous energy in his eyes that I hadn't seen before.

“Hey, Y/N!” he called out, waving enthusiastically. I couldn’t help but smile back. Denki had always been a ball of energy, lighting up any room he entered.

“Hey, Denki! What’s up?” I asked as I approached him.

He rubbed the back of his neck, a sure sign that he was nervous. “So, um, I was wondering if you have any plans this weekend?”

I tilted my head, curious. “Not really. Why do you ask?”

His cheeks flushed slightly, and he took a deep breath. “Well, I was thinking... maybe we could go out sometime? Like, on a date?”

[delusional-through-and-through]

EXCHANGE 💥

For a whole month, Akihira Shion and Inasa Yoarashi from Shiketsu High were to stay at UA High School as part of an exchange program.

In return, Yaoyorozu and Hagakure represented Class 1-A at Shiketsu. This program aimed to strengthen bonds between the schools, share unique hero techniques, and challenge students to grow.

...........

Akihira slid open the door, revealing Class 1-A. Aizawa-sensei, ever the composed and really tired-looking teacher, barely glanced up from his sleeping bag as he addressed the class. “Listen up. We’ve got two exchange students from Shiketsu joining us for a while. Behave.”

“HELLO, EVERYONE!” Inasa declared, bowing deeply and dramatically. “I AM YOARASHI INASA!, ALSO KNOWN AS THE GALE FORCE!, I’M HONORED TO BE HERE AT U.A.! I’VE ALWAYS ADMIRED THIS SCHOOL AND ITS STUDENTS, I HOPE WE CAN WORK TOGETHER AND BECOME BETTER HEROES!" as he straightened his body there's blood flowing from his head but he seems not bothered by it.

"TODOROKI! BAKUGOU! LONG TIME NO SEE! LET’S WORK HARD TOGETHER!”

Todoroki gave a polite nod, while Bakugou muttered, “baldy.”

"THAT'S ALL FOR MY INTRODUCTION AND I'M NOT BALD"

“Yoarashi, you’re at UA, not a campaign rally,” akihira said dryly before stepping forward. “I’m Akihira Shion, Class 1-A president at Shiketsu. My quirk allows me to create and manipulate weapons. I can also disintegrate into particles and reassemble at will. Looking forward to spend my time with you guys.”

The class whispered among themselves.

“She’s so cool!” Mina said, her eyes sparkling.

“Another class president! This will be interesting,” Iida muttered, adjusting his glasses.

“Nice to meet you,” Midoriya said, scribbling notes in his hero analysis notebook.

“Take your seats,” Aizawa instructed.

Inasa chose the seat beside Todoroki, whom he already admired, while Akihira sat directly in front of Bakugou.

As the lesson began, Bakugou leaned forward, his intense stare boring into Akihira’s back. “Hey, Shiketsu. Don’t think you can slack off just because you’re from another school.”

Akihira turned slightly, meeting his intense gaze with a smirk. “I won't, so you better not blow a fuse on me, angry pomeranian.”

The class burst into laughter, and Bakugou’s face turned red. “WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!”

“I said what I said,” Akihira replied, turning back around.

............

The month-long exchange program between Shiketsu and UA had barely started, but it was already shaping up to be an unforgettable experience for both Akihira and Class 1-A.

While Akihira admired the liveliness of the UA students compared to Shiketsu’s rigid atmosphere, there was one person who seemed determined to make her life...entertaining, Bakugou Katsuki.

From the first day she sat in front of him, their interactions had become the highlight—and occasionally, the chaos—of Class 1-A’s daily routine.

.........

Akihira was an early riser, used to Shiketsu’s strict schedule. On her second morning at UA, she entered the common room to find Bakugou in the kitchen, whipping up breakfast with surprising skill.

“You cook?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Bakugou didn’t look up. “What’s it to you, Shiketsu?”

“Just didn’t expect someone with your personality to have culinary skills. You’re full of surprises.”

He glanced at her, scowling. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She smirked, leaning against the counter. “Just that you seem more like the ‘blow up the kitchen’ type.”

“Listen, you—”

“GOOD MORNING!” Inasa’s booming voice interrupted them as he entered the room. “WOW, BAKUGOU! THAT SMELLS AMAZING!”

“Shut up and sit down, Baldy.”

" I'M NOT BALD"

Akihira chuckled, grabbing a piece of toast from the counter. “Thanks for breakfast, chef.”

Bakugou’s glare could have set the toast on fire, but he said nothing.

..........

During a training exercise later that week, the students were tasked with capturing a mock villain in a simulated urban environment. Akihira was paired with Bakugou, much to his dismay.

“Why do I have to team up with you?” he grumbled.

“Because Aizawa-sensei said so" she replied smoothly.

They moved through the training grounds, Bakugou blasting through obstacles. When they reached the mock villain—a mechanical construct controlled by the teachers—Bakugou lunged forward with a massive explosion.

“Subtle,” Akihira deadpanned, disintegrating into particles to avoid the shockwave before reforming behind the villain and delivering the finishing blow with a spear she’d created.

“Hey! That was my win!” Bakugou yelled.

“Sure, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“YOU WANNA DIE?!”

Despite their constant bickering, they managed to complete the exercise with a perfect score.

Later, in the cafeteria, Bakugou growled as Akihira took the last serving of katsudon.

“Hey! That’s mine!” he snapped.

She raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t see your name on it.”

“You wanna die?”

“Do you ever say anything original?” she retorted, taking a bite while ignoring his glare.

........

Bakugou and Akihira couldn’t seem to go a day without exchanging sharp words.

One afternoon during a math lesson, Bakugou was particularly irritated by Akihira’s habit of answering questions before him.

“Damn know-it-all,” he muttered under his breath after she solved a problem on the board.

Akihira turned, smirking. “Jealous?”

“Of you? Keep dreaming, Shiketsu!”

“Then stop whining and catch up, UA.”

The class chuckled at their back-and-forth, with Kaminari whispering to Kirishima, “They argue like an old married couple.”

“Do they ever stop fighting?” Jirou asked.

“Fighting? This is flirting,” Kaminari whispered. “Don’t let Bakugou hear you say that,” Kirishima replied, grinning.

..........

One evening, the class decided to host a movie night in the dorms. Akihira joined reluctantly, finding a seat near the back. Bakugou, as expected, sat with his arms crossed, glaring at the screen.

When a particularly cheesy romantic scene played, Akihira leaned over and whispered, “Enjoying yourself, angry pomeranian?”

Bakugo’s eye twitched. “I swear, if you call me that one more time—”

“What? It suits you. Small, loud, and always ready to bite.”

The others overheard and burst into laughter, much to Bakugou’s annoyance.

“YOU WANNA DIE?!”

“Shh, Bakugou! Some of us are trying to watch!” Mina scolded playfully.

............

Despite their constant bickering, Akihira and Bakugou occasionally showed glimpses of mutual respect.

During a particularly grueling training session, Akihira noticed Bakugou struggling against a mechanical opponent that had countered his explosions.

Without hesitation, she disintegrated into particles and reassembled beside him, creating a shield to block an incoming attack.

“I didn’t ask for your help!” he snapped, blasting the enemy with renewed force.

"Yeah you didn't, but just a reminder though, free will exist, moron" she retorted, smirking.

Later, as they walked back to the dorms, Bakugou muttered, “You’re not half bad...for a Shiketsu student.”

Akihira raised an eyebrow, her smirk softening. “Was that a compliment, Bakugou?”

“Shut up before I take it back.”

............

As the month drew to a close, the final training exercise involved an all-out battle between Class 1-A students. Akihira and Bakugou ended up on opposing teams.

The battlefield turned into a chaotic spectacle as Akihira wielded a set of dual blades, parrying attacks from Kaminari and Sero before facing off against Bakugou.

“You’re in my way, Shiketsu!” he growled, launching an explosion.

Akihira disintegrated just in time, reforming behind him. “You’ll have to do better than that.”

Their fight became the centerpiece of the exercise, each pushing the other to their limits. In the end, Bakugou managed to overpower her with a well-placed explosion, but not before she landed a solid hit with a throwing dagger.

As the exercise ended, Bakugo smirked down at her. “Not bad...for a loser.”

Akihira just laugh at his comment.

..........

When the month ended, Akihira stood before the class, her usual composed demeanor slightly softer.

“Thank you for having me,” she said. “You’ve taught me more than I expected. I’ll admit, I might even miss some of you.”

Bakugou scoffed from the back. “Don’t get all sentimental, Shiketsu.”

She smirked. “Don’t worry, Bakugou. I’ll never forget you...or your cooking.”

The class burst into laughter as Bakugou's ears turned red, yelling, “GET OUT OF HERE ALREADY!”

She chuckled at his reaction and as she turned to leave, Akihira glanced over her shoulder. “See you around, Bakugou. Try not to miss me too much.” she gave him a teasing smile, earning another reaction from the class.

"GET OUT!"

[number-1-hero-endeavour]

hihi don’t question how I know this but a villain is planning to set the UA high school on fire by the way

Then the Blaze Hounds will put a stop to this

Thank you for alerting me

[gillotto]

If y’all love:

- asinine amounts of pathetic boykisser pining

- Sentient Black Whip x Kacchan

- a fake dating trope

- absolutely whipped simp Bakugou Katsuki (who is also a jealous mf)

- slowburn that makes you want to set yourself on fire

Then boy howdy do I have the bkdk fic for you!

A collaboratively written roleplay, this is a story about Class A going on a week long school trip during their third and final year at UA High. Katsuki and Izuku, naturally, have to make it all about themselves.

[autumnmobile12]

The Summer Camp Ambush Simulation: Behind the WIPS: Deleted Scene from Ch 4

Okay, so originally the plan for the meeting in Chapter 4 was the Vanguard and UA teachers were going to have a falling out over what to do about Toga: UA arguing Toga's too young to take part, Vanguard firing back with how stupid that is.

And that was going to result in negotiations breaking down and UA deciding, "Well, since we can't agree, we might as well arrest the Vanguard once and for all," leading to an all out fight between the UA staff and the Vanguard.

Except in typical UA fashion, it's just a test.

Three reasons why this got deleted:

The whole plot of Ambush Simulation is the events of the Summer Camp Arc was just a test and pulling the same trick twice in one fic would've made it repetitive.

A situation where the UA staff is 'testing' the Vanguard is redundant. Everyone already knows they're a pretty formidable group. Granted, this could have been some payback for all the trouble they've caused over the years but...

I really didn't want to write anymore fight scenes than I had to, plus the chapter was getting long.

However, I did save some of the notes from that part and I want to share those interactions, so here is some of the deleted section:

...

“I trusted Mr. Aizawa’s judgment when he recommended the seven of you for this task,”  said Nezu.  “But now I fear we have reached an impasse.  You are determined to not leave your young friend behind and while that is admirable, we simply cannot allow a high school student to take part.  Especially not without a parent or guardian’s permission, which from what I hear of Miss Toga’s circumstances, that will be unlikely to obtain.”

“Well, since they’re no longer of use to us,”  Miss Midnight rose to her feet, and Himiko realized she now had a crimson whip pulled taut across her shoulders.  “What do you say we finally put an end to the Vanguard Action Squad.  They’ve been a public nuisance long enough, don’t you think?”

“Sounds good to me,”  said Mr. Eraser.

Himiko whipped her head around.  What?

“Oh, hell, you gotta be fuckin’ kidding me!”  Shuichi shouted.  “We were set up?”

“What a devious twist,”  Atsuhiro huffed.  “I suppose that’s what comes of trusting Pro-Heroes, isn’t it."

Only Tenko seemed to be remaining calm, glaring daggers at the Principal.  No, not at him.  At Mr. Yagi?  The skeletal man clenched his jaw and turned away, almost as if he were about to cry.  What was going on?  Were he and Tenko friends?

“You better run, little kittens,”  Miss Midnight was saying in her sultry voice.  Her whip cracked against the floor.  “Tell you what, I’ll give you a headstart before I start my pursuit.”

...

“This doesn’t make any sense,”  Magne was yelling.  “Why go out of their way to drag us all here?  They know where we live!  They could have apprehended us at any time!”

“It doesn’t matter now,”  Touya snarled.  “Fuck, I can’t believe we were so stupid.”

This is hurting,  Himiko thought.

“I think it does matter,”  said Tenko.

“What are you even talking about?  Even your uncle’s gone and betrayed you,” shouted Jin.

“That’s the thing, though.  He would never do that to me.”

...

“So that’s it?  It’s a test?”

Himiko looked around at the appalled expressions on her friends' faces, silent with shock until Touya finally muttered,  “I really need to be nicer to Shouto.”

“Okay, so it’s just a profiency test.  A demo,”  Shuichi conceded.  “How are we gonna handle the cement guy boxing us in like this?”

“Easily.”  Touya stood up.  “One of the main aggregates of concrete is sand.  That means it melts.”

“Are you mad?”  Atsuhiro grabbed his belt and yanked him back into a seat.  “Sit down! You’re going to turn this whole stage into a cremation oven if you do that!”

[blaze-hounds]

Hihi don’t question how I know this but a villain is planning on setting the UA high school on fire by the way

Thank you for the warning

We will notify the staff of UA

The Blaze Hounds will also be sure to keep guard around and inside UA Academy

[strawberry-milkbunny]

Random Tokyo Rev thoughts featuring other shows (these r gonna be hella chaotic and I have adhd):

- HAIKYUU AND TOKYO REV R THE SAME ANIME BUT DIFF GENRES ‼️‼️‼️

- listen Baji playing volleyball/being with Karasuno…it suits him too well

- plus the Haitani brothers as the Miya twins 😳😳

- Mitsuya is literally Sugawara like come on

- idk y but I see Shion as Terushima

- Kazutora and Inui would be on Nekomata

- Senju and Takeomi r Daenerys and Viserys from Game of Thrones Oop- 🤷‍♀️

- would make it even spicier if Sanzu is Jon Snow but he’s very much Theon instead 🫣🫣

- tbh all of Brahman would suit Daenerys’ circle

- Kisaki is Littlefinger HOLY SHIT

- Shinchiro is so Robb Stark oh god

- Izana would lowkey be Margaery Tyrell

- Taiju and Hakkai r the Clegane brothers

- tbh I could also see Mikey and Senju as Jaime and Brienne like they very much have beauty and the beast vibes that if Wakui could write romance they would’ve been a good choice together (still a Sanzu and Mikey shipper LOL)

- Senju and Yuzuha as San and Ashitaka from Princess Mononoke (SOMEONE PLS DRAW THEM AS THIS 😭😭😭)

Kinda surprised there aren’t more Bnha and Tokyo Rev crossovers but here r some ideas:

- Himiko is one of my favs and she suits the TR universe wayyyy too well

- sis would totally be besties with Hanma and maybe Shion and would have a crush on Takemichy and Hina

- tbh I could see her joining Tenjiku and everyone seeing her as their little sister like imagine Mochi and Mucho doting on her

- I JUST NEED SANZU, HIMIKO AND TWICE IN THE SAME ROOM TOGETHER LIKE SJSKSK

- they would totally annoy the Haitanis, Shigaraki, Dabi and Spinner together maybe Hawks too if they’re in the right mood

- Baji and Dabi wouldn’t get along but would set cars and Endeavour toys on fire together

- None of the TR characters would ever enter UA but if they did it they (Tenjiku let’s be honest) would bully everyone ESPECIALLY ALL MIGHT

-They would totally be hero haters/menaces and everyone would be lik: “y tf r all of u here then???” and TR cast would be lik: “for future connections?? Duh”

- MITSUYA WOULD BE IN SUPPORT CLASS AND IN PAIN ROASTING EVERYONES UGLY ASS COSTUMES (✨Todoroki✨) ESPECIALLY BEST JEANIST LIK HE DEF HAS A SPECIAL HATRED FOR HIM

- Izana and Mikey in Gen Ed beating the shit out of everyone during the Sports Festival and laughing about it 😭😭

- Izana hanging out with Hawks simply bc Izana could instantly see thru his persona and Hawks genuinely being afraid of him but still wanting to hang out bc he feels like he could actually be himself for once

- Senju would be in the Hero course bc she actually wants to help, Ran would be in the Hero Course just for the fame and money. He would say it out loud too mans is shameless.

- Ironically enough: Ran would be the one to defeat Stain by throwing a BRICK at him while Rindou breaks his legs in the background LMAOOO

- Ran, Mt Lady and Midnight in the same room….that’s it.

- Rindou would be cool with Jirou, Denki and Shinso. OMG HE WOULD SO BE AN ERASERHEAD STAN TOO SJKSKSKKS

- tbh all of Bonten would totally be the MLA (or investors) and would just be staring tiredly at the League of Villains as they take over their army

- u cannot tell me Skeptic, Koko, and Re Destro wouldn’t get along (capitalists unite 😤😤)

- on the other hand I love the idea of Mikey being quirkless but still being the strongest person in the room like Mikey would totally body Re Destro and Geten for being annoying/quirkist

- Izuku would 100% be in Toman

- Draken and Mikey r Honey and Mori from Ouran High School Host Club

- Izana and Kakucho r Aki and Angel from Chainsaw Man ‼️‼️

- definition of out of touch, out of time energy (I cannot see snowball fights the same bc of these characters smhhhh)

- Bonten in a Chainsaw Man AU ✨chefs kiss✨ it’s fits the vibe and they already wear suits LOL

- OG Black Dragons would be the Cowboy Bebop crew idk everyone in that group lowkey has the same energy/nihilistic vibes as the Bebop crew (again someone pls draw this I’m not talented enough-)

- Shin is Spike, Faye is Takeomi, Benkei is Jett and Waka is Ed LOLLL

- Revy from Black Lagoon would BODY everyone in Bonten no ifs and/or buts (let’s not even start w/Roberta)

- Revy and Takeomi would have a one night stand and regret it instantly but still contact each other whenever they’re in the same area for drinks

- Balalaika would laugh at Bonten and bully Mikey (she would still lowkey respect him bc he built himself up but bully him bc he has depression and Mikey won’t do anything bc he’s lowkey afraid of her LOL 💀💀)

- Izana and Mikey r Sesshomaru and Inuyasha prove me wrong 😤😤😤

- Akatsuki would TERRORIZE Bonten simply bc their an anti-violence organization and they’re petty like that

- But Itachi and Mikey would get along purely bc Itachi looks like Shin and Mikey reminds Itachi of Sasuke (especially w/black hair). Idk I imagine Bonten!Mikey kidnapping Itachi bc he’s part of Akatsuki and looks like Shin but instead of fighting Itachi chooses to take over Bonten…..by being a good older brother to everyone. And the fic ends with Akatsuki and Bonten just fighting over Itachi LMAO

- Kakashi, Shisui and Wakasa would be friends like Wakasa would 100% be in Anbu

- Killer Bee, Benkei and South would be friends. Like Bee and South having sing offs in the middle of fights LOL

- Ino would force Draken, Mitsuya and Chifuyu to be her friends

- Sasuke would join Bonten for revenge and hate everyone except Kakucho and Mochi. This man will 100% leave once he’s reached his goal

- Someone pls write a fanfic w/Bonten entering Squid Game. Like Koko entering Bonten in Squid Game for money or Sanzu doing it for fun bc he didn’t think it was serious

- I’VE BEEN IMAGINING THE MARBLE GAME WITH RAN AND RINDOU THO AND AHHHHHHH PAIN LIK THAT KEEPS ME UP AT NIGHT

- As much as I want this crossover: Realistically everyone in Assassination Classroom would HATE EVERYONE in TR. All the TR characters would just see AC cast as privileged rich kids and AC would see them as morons.

- Like Toman would DESPISE Karma Akabane (he’s my fav). I can’t even see any of the other gangs liking any of the AC cast past trying to recruit them

- MAYBE Kakucho, Rindou and Mitsuya would suit Class 3E but other than that….yeah no. I could see them getting along w/ Chiba, Kanzaki and Isogai tho simply bc they’re chill and play video games

- Koko would have an INTENSE crush on Yumeko Jabami from Kakeguri

[eyes-of-mischief]

weekly fic recs | 47

prompt: self-insert/OC-insert

fandoms: bnha, knb, mdzs, naruto, svsss

bnha

Causality of Temporal Paradox by MirrorDaltokki

"A tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use." - Washington Irving

In which you are very clearly not having a good time slipping through time and space.

Lucky for you, there's at least one constant. Hawks seems to not mind you showing up in his bed over and over again throughout his life.

But hey, look at the upside. There's pro-heroes, so that's kind of cool.

Cleaning Crew; Teaching Kids to Value their Safety, for Fun and Profit by Reavv

Takenaka Hideo is a thirty-two year old, in mild desperation for money, who has just been hired as a new janitor for UA's support staff. He has a quirk that lets him find lost objects, a liaison with the police because of it, and desperate desire for competent co-workers.

Oh, and he's already lived a previous life, in a world where quirks and heroes didn't even exist.

Not a big deal, though. It's not like you ever see the janitor playing a big part in action movies. He's here to get paid, and that's it.

On the opposite side of the equation, class 1-A has to wonder at the new UA cryptid that always seems to show up when things are on fire, and who keeps trying to convince them to let the adults handle the fire extinguisher.

knb

Horseshoes and Hand Grenades by Vroomian

You don't care about sports, and you didn't ask for this nonsense.

so miracles happen after all. by リリス - riris (arurun)

Paralyzed from the neck down, a former basketball star wished only for one thing.

And like a miracle, he wakes up in a new world, in a new body-- and there's only one thing he wants to do now, so he starts running.

"Wait, is this that basketball anime?"

Ball Is Life, But You Still Need To Pay Rent by vermillion_crown 

Here's the thing. Taiga has a little breakdown (politely, in the cabin restroom at 3:37 AM PST while the other passengers are dead asleep) and gets over it in the span of the eleven hour flight into Tokyo. The leftover memories in his head really help with perspective, let's just say.

He likes basketball. Loves it, even. Sure, maybe another team sport might do the trick in a pinch, but his body and reflexes are optimized for basketball. It'd be a waste of time to change tracks

Ball is life, but you still need to pay rent. Okay, well officially, his dad's paying the rent. But the sentiment still stands, right? There are other things to worry about.

Who the hell peaks in high school?

(SI/OC as Kagami Taiga, who just wants to ball—all the chūnibyō shit be damned.)

mdzs

by foot it's a slow climb by Vroomian

(graphic depictions of violence) (major character death)

So. Let's get this straight - I didn't set out to derail any plot. My plan was to lay low and stay away from canon. It's just...

My plans tend to fail.

Spectacularly.

i told you when i came i was a stranger by Caramelized

(mature)

A modern OC arrives in Yiling before the start of the Sunshot Campaign. She has no friends, no money, and no cultivation. She knows what's coming, but what could she possibly do about it? *** “Well…” I looked down at my fingernails and tried not to squirm. “If there were a way to separate Wei Wuxian from Madam Yu without ruining his relationship with his siblings, I’d encourage it. Like, as an example, marriage.”

Xichen blinked. “To you?”

“No. Absolutely not. What even—?” The thought was so abhorrent I couldn’t hold it in my head. My brain spat it right back out. “To your brother.”

Xichen blinked. Again. “To Wangji?”

“Obviously?”

“This is a concern of yours?”

“I realize it’s not my business at all,” I admitted. “But you asked.”

naruto

Doing the Work by MarbleGlove

There’s more to peace than the absence of war. The work is as hard and uncertain as any Shinobi mission.

AKA: A highly self-indulgent fic in which a civilian woman helps an orphaned Sasuke and winds up saving the world.

Making Lemonade by Meeceisme

(mature) (graphic depictions of violence)

Waking up after dying to a whole new life in a brand new body is a little outside his frame of reference. But he'll do his best to make the best of this weird as hell situation. Worse comes to worst he'll grab all his favourite people and run the hell away from this mad place.

Featuring: Konoha's atrocious orphanage system, cynical child soldiers and Kakashi's guilt complex.

wataru, wataru by unolvrs

(mature)

“Kirigakure didn’t need help. They needed salvation.”

No one knows anything about the Mizukage. Only that she’s kind. She likes to smile. She likes seafood like every other Mizu-born. And that there’s something inexplicably wrong with her. There’s something wrong with the Mizukage whom the Kiri-nin call a ‘god’.

—or, Wataru Wataru was never really a powerhouse, in this life or the last, but she’s resourceful. She knows cults, pyramid schemes, and corrupt politicians like the back of her hand, so of course, she becomes the Mizukage and becomes a god along the way.

svsss

exec_ep=diviega/. by MirrorDaltokki, MULmul

(mature) (major character death)

AKA: Female Protagonist Fights the System Because She Doesn't Want to Live on the Lesbian Peak Just Because She Won't Sleep With Luo Binghe and She Can Write This Piece of Trash Novel Better than The Stupid Author

[spaciousreasoning]

Lunch with Family

It was another foggy, frosty morning. The low was 25 degrees and the day’s high only reached 43. No direct sunshine, but it remained light during most of the day.

This morning’s blood sugar jumped way up, to 174. Nancy said lentils are high in carbs, so can I blame this whole thing on the soup we had for dinner? And maybe also the lack of exercise? Evidently the double dose of Metformin hasn’t done much good.

We enjoyed our morning coffee and brain games. We got through the Spelling Bee without having to resort to any clues. Then we had cinnamon toast and toast with jam for breakfast. We wanted to keep it light because we had some preparing for the visit by Nancy’s sister, Joan.

She showed up about 11 a.m. We chatted for a while, then set up the massage table in the living room for her treatment. After Nancy finished working on her, we warmed up the spinach lentil curry from last night and served it up for lunch. Then we visited some more until Joan took off back to her place in Cottage Grove.

I called the UA to confirm my data profile and provide some “tales” from my school days for a new publication coming out next year. I bought the “reduced” version of what they are selling. More info on this to come.

I have gotten texts from both DJT and JDV within the past two days. I’m not telling them “no.” I’m simply sending a “stop” message to keep their shit out of my inbox. They still have plenty of sources from which to keep sending their shit, so I expect to see more popping up, but every piece will be responded to with “stop.”

After Joan left, we went out to Jerry’s and got a new broom, a new dustpan and brush for the fireplace, and a new mop. And a couple of bundles of firewood. Then we stopped to check out the Rusty Porch, a little shop of rustic miscellanea, where we bought a few odds and ends, including a card for my sister’s birthday in February and a little present for her as well.

We swung by Albertsons to get some more food for our stubborn cat, some wine for Nancy, some cold brew for me, and a new package laundry sheets for washing our clothes.

I decided to avoid taking a nap so I might have a chance to sleep through the night again, like I did last night. Not all the way, through, of course. I got up a couple of times to pee, and once to take some acetaminophen for the pain in my arthritic left foot. But I did not get up and spend two hours staring at various and sundry things on the internet while waiting to get sleepy again.

Nancy saw an ad for a concert by Jason Isbell and The 400 Unit at the Hult Center on Monday, May 19, so I hopped online real quick and bought a couple of tickets.

For dinner we cooked up all the bacon we bought the other day, and made some cheesy eggs and toast. Most of the bacon was put away for later. It’s just easier to cook a whole package all at once. We went with a “breakfast” menu because it was light enough to eat in time for me to make the Thursday evening recovery meeting.

One of the women who has been a regular at the Thursday meeting since I started attending after we moved here was celebrating her first year of clean time. There were lots of words of praise and encouragement for her.

I had set up the fireplace before dinner, and Nancy lit the fire when I texted I was on my way home, so we had a cozy evening in front of the TV. We streamed the Wednesday night Colbert, with guest John Dickerson, and followed that up with two more episodes of “Still Standing,” with Jonny Harris visiting the small towns of Calabogie, Ontario, and Bristol, Quebec.

[stargazer1932]

Black Dragon Chapter 2

Uhhh the end of this is highkey rushed.. still gonna share it tho.

Content Warning: None

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Time flew by in an instant. April was here sooner than expected, in the time between the last days of junior high and the beginning of UA, training was non-stop. Arcadia's father took her out to the mountains nearby every weekend to help build up her strengths. Trying to surpass her maximum flight height, building up the duration of her fire breath and overall combat experience. Having a pro hero for a parent does have its perks.

Almost running down the stairs Arcadia, landed at the bottom of the steps with a small thud. Clad in her brand new UA uniform, Arcadia's tail was thrashing so hard it almost knocked over a side table.

“Alright dad, I’m off! Don’t wait up for me ok! I’ll see ya later, love ya bye!” Arcadia was about to open the front door, ready to head straight to UA, and then she was lifted up by the back of her school uniform. A confused bark leaving her as she curled up like an uncomfortable cat being picked up.

“Whoa there kiddo! Not so fast. You're not gonna leave without givin’ yer old man a proper bye right? That’s just rude.” A toothy smile on his scruffy face, a proud light in his eyes, his copper tail flicking back and forth.

“Sorry, I’m just really excited to get going, I didn’t mean to neglect you.” Jasper set his daughter down and she turned and hugged him tight, both their tails curling around one another.

“I’m only givin’ ya a hard time.” A hand rested on the top of her head to ruffle her hair, “I’m really fuckin proud of you critter, go kick some ass out there. Also, I’m gonna be working a bit later than usual today, so if I’m not home by the time your outta class just text me so I know your home.”

Jasper walked back to the kitchen island where the rest of his hero gear was. The last bit of it being a thick face guard, the shape of it giving him the appearance of large oversized fangs.

Gathering up the rest of their belongings, Arcadia and Jasper walked out the door, locking it behind them and Jasper leaning down to bonk his head against Arcadias.

“See ya later critter.” With that Jasper leapt into the air, copper wings emerging and taking him higher into the bright blue sky.

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Trotting through the halls of UA, Arcadia was looking for the door to her hero course home room, 1-A. Having finally found the door, it was absolutely huge! A door made for giants no doubt. Taking a deep breath, Arcadia swallowed her nerves, a look of determination on her face, tail slowed to a slight sway. Opening the door, Arcadia was greeted with a less than appealing sight.

Both the blonde haired boy and the blue one with glasses from the entrance exam were having a very one sided conversation. The blue one was ranting about something the blonde one was doing. Most of the class was already seated, minding their own business or having a bit of small talk with their neighbors. Looking around, Arcadia noticed the desk in front of the blonde was open. With claws clicking against the floors, Arcadia sat in front of him, tail curled around her legs so as to not be stepped on.

Taking a small glance around the room, Arcadia noticed a variety of different people. One had a mask and multiple arms, while another was bright pink with small yellow horns. There was even another fella with a tail!

A small smile appeared as everyone was engaged in their own activities, except the two behind her, the blue haired one still going on about the desk. The blonde simply continued to taunt him.

Then the door opened, a green haired boy appeared around the door frame, a little hesitant to enter. Arcadia's ears flicked to the door then back to the conversation behind her as the blue haired fella finally introduced himself.

‘So his name is Tenya Iida huh? Good to finally know the stiffs name. Seriously, how does one get that upset over a school desk of all things?’ A small cringe look flashed over Arcadia's face.

At hearing that Iida went to Somei, the angry blonde made a threat about tearing him a new one. He made a motion like he was clutching pearls and was just so shocked at hearing someone threaten him. A snort left Arcadia at that, trying her best to muffle it. Thankfully it seems no one heard it.

Both Iida and the blonde finally noticed the green one at the door. With Iida pointing him out, all eyes were on him in that moment. Having been put on the spot like that, he panicked a little before saying hi to everyone. Iida then went on to try and introduce himself, the green one, having now introduced himself as Izuku Midoriya, stopped him mid introduction and made pleasant greetings. Based on the conversation that followed, it seems like they had met before.

A small glance back up from Arcadia and there’s a girl with brown hair and pink cheeks joining in their conversation too.

‘Poor greenie looks terrified to be interacting with a girl.’

The angry blonde behind Arcadia seemed to know the green one too. Something about the aura around him both darkens and ignites in anger at the sight of him. It’s the first day and already the dynamics of this class are incredibly strange.

As the brown haired girl continued talking, a human sized yellow caterpillar appeared behind the door. He managed to shock Iida and the other two, then he stood up and unzipped himself from his sleeping bag. Saying something about how it took too long for them to stop talking and that time is precious.

In the most tired voice possible, he introduces himself as the homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. He then pulls what look like gym uniforms out of his discarded sleeping bag, telling the students to put them on and to head outside.

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Once outside, the students were informed that they were going to be participating in a quirk assessment test. Some of the students didn’t seem to care while others were upset at missing orientation.

“If you really wanna make the big leagues, you can’t waste time on pointless ceremonies.”

Most of class 1-A was shocked to hear this, while others paid no mind.

“Here at UA, we’re not feathered to tradition.” He finally turned to face us. “That means that I get to run my class however I see fit.”

‘This Aizawa guy is definitely not gonna go easy on us if this is how he views things.’

Aizawa goes on to explain how we’ll be doing a quirk test, similar to the standardized tests they took throughout their school years.

“Bakugo, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam. What was your farthest distance throw with a softball when you were in junior high?” Aizawa was facing the angry blonde from before, Arcadia could finally put a name to a face, Bakugo. He answered with 67 meters, pretty impressive all things considered. Aizawa tossed him a softball and told him to throw it using his quirk.

A near sinister grin covered Bakugos face, with a loud almost growl like tone, he yelled ‘DIE!’ An explosion shot from his hand, rocketing the softball high into the air and across the field.

Arcadia's eyes widened and her tail lashed in anticipation. This Bakugo guys quirk was awesome! Seemed like some of the others thought the same thing.

Aizawa held up a phone, the numbers 705 displayed on it. Now THATS an impressive throw, even with a powerful quirk behind it. The rest of the class began chattering about how cool and fun this was gonna be. Even Arcadia thought it seemed a little fun. The moment was cut short by Aizawa, he began to lay into his students about how this will in fact, NOT be fun.

Eight tests. Eight physical tests to gauge the potential of class 1-A. With who ever comes in last out of the twenty of them, will be immediately expelled. Arcadia's face fell briefly, immediate expulsion for failing a quirk assessment seemed a bit extreme. Glancing to her right, Arcadia spotted Bakugos grin doubling in size.

The brown haired girl from earlier, the one talking with Iida and Midoriya, started on about how this whole thing was unfair. Aizawa shut her down pretty quick. Telling them about the unfairness in the world, how as hero’s it’s going to be their job to combat it. To be the best and give it their all, Plus Ultra style!

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With there being an odd number of students in class 1-A, there’s always going to be a group of three or a single odd one out. In this instance, Arcadia was up against Iida and the cute frog girl.

‘I’m not gonna go full dragon for a bit. I wanna be able to catch em off guard if I can get the chance. Plus, a 50 meter dash is nothing with lizard legs.’

Walking up to the start, Iida and the frog girl were also preparing to run. Due to how her legs are built, Arcadia has an average running stride length of around 6 and a half feet. Crouching down, Arcadia waited for the sound to go.

BANG!

At the sound of the gun, Arcadia took off in her sprint. On Arcadia's right, Iida sprinted past in the blink of an eye, finishing at 3.04 seconds. Arcadia finished at 4.02 seconds, she’s normally one hell of a sprinter, but against someone whose whole quirk is running, not so much. Frog girl finished in 5.58 seconds.

As the next few groups went, Arcadia watched each one closely, trying to gauge strengths and to see who would be an effective sparring partner in the future.

When the grip strength test came around, Arcadia scored 420 kilograms, that guy with multiple arms hit 540 kilograms. Definitely a heavy hitter that one.

The next two tests were easy to do. When it came time for the ball throw, a lot of people got to show off either pure strength or like that pink cheeked girl, just send the damn thing to orbit.

Arcadia's turn for the ball throw was up. Stepping into the circle, Arcadia let her right arm grow scales all the way to her shoulder. The extra muscle from her dragon arm would be a huge help in this. Tail thrashing and a concentrated look upon her, Arcadia pulled back her scale clad arm, and threw with all the might she had.

An astounding 697 meters!

Arcadia passed Midoriya, giving him a toothy grin on her way back to the other students. Taking the spot on the other side of Bakugo, Arcadia waited for Midoriya to show his quirk.

“Ya know, he hasn’t shown any signs of using a quirk, is it like an intelligence enhancing thing or something?” Arcadia asked no one in particular.

“Haaaaaah?!? He’s a quirkless loser! He shouldn’t even be here!” Bakugo turned to make a face at Arcadia, like she was made of something gross. Arcadia snered back slightly at his intrusion of her personal space.

“What? No he has a quirk. Did neither of you hear what he did in the entrance exam?”

Arcadia peaked over Bakugos shoulder shaking her head no. Looking back out to Midoriya, he was getting ready to throw and right as it looked like he was gonna do something spectacular, the ball only flew 47 meters. Noticing something out of the corner of her eye, Arcadia turned to see Aizawa's hair floating and his scarf doing the same. He walked closer to Midoriya, making a scene about how he wasn’t supposed to be here if he was gonna just break his body using his quirk.

Midoriya apparently recognized him once he saw the goggles around his neck, as EraserHead, a pro hero who can cancel out people’s quirks by looking at them. Some of the other students made comments about whether or not they knew of him, Arcadia just gave a shrug, not knowing who he was before this.

After what looked like more of a threat than words of encouragement, Aizawa returned his quirk, let him go and told him to hurry with his final throw.

“I wonder if our teacher gave him some advice.” Iida voiced out loud.

Bakugo was quick with his response,” Probably told him to start packing.”

“Based on the look on his face, I’m gonna have to agree there. There was definitely a lack of encouragement in that exchange.” Arcadia crossed her arms and looked out at Midoriya, wearing an expression of pity.

After a moment, Midoriya launched the ball a crazy 705 meters, breaking his finger in the process.

This school year is gonna be something else.

Chapter 2 Word Count: 2210

[tteokdoroki]

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— through the storm, there’s always you + katsuki bakugou.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — the one in which katsuki bakugou hates the winter, until you bring him a gift that changes his mind for the better.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up, fluff, strangers to lovers, mentions of injury, mentions of hospitals, pregnancy & birth ( non - descriptive ), winter babies, wholesome family content, not beta read ! - fem!reader, pro-hero!bakugou.

⭑ words — 1.8K.

⭑ notes — hi !!! merry christmas if you celebrate and happy holidays to those who don’t !! i hope you’re all keeping well and safe. here’s a little drabble for your troubles since i’m working on something longer that’ll hopefully be out in the new year !! so this isn’t beta read and i hope you enjoy !! mwah - m.list ✩

katsuki had always hated the weather around christmas time. 

as a kid it meant being stuffed into itchy, scratchy sweaters that matched with stupid deku’s and being forced into what seemed like hours of pointless christmas card photo shoots tucked in next to the green haired, green eyed wimp. it meant mitsuki dragging him out of the comfort of his all night sheets early on December 25th to swap presents— her loud, irritating voice booming out Christmas carols with the words sung wrong as his pops set up a hearty breakfast and plucked wrapping paper from between the spikes of a young bakugou’s blonde hair.

back then, mitsuki would pull the cruel joke of putting coal in the younger’s stocking for a laugh and in response katsuki would hide all of her hurts to make it look like she had none. 

in middle school, katsuki spent most of his winter break running over school choices— learning the curriculum inside and out so that he could get into U.A. friends, family gatherings, festive…none of them mattered to him as much as his aspirations did, but he still helped masaru decorate the house and put up the tree— lit the fire because he didn’t run as hot as other people during the colder season. he hardly saw his friends, his posse, his entourage, whatever they were. they didn’t understand what it was like to work for something, to want to succeed…to make sacrifices. these were people katsuki didn’t need.

when christmas roll around at UA, katsuki felt like he was really part of something for the first time. his friends, kirishima and kaminari especially, begged him to cook the dinner— getting permission from aizawa after school to buy the ingredients, clinging onto his arms to keep him warm while asking him what went in what, affectionately pissing him off. 

there’d been a gift exchange too, and he’d tried to brush it off when his group of little misfits had presented him with a few exclusive allmight merchandise that hadn’t been collectible since he was a kid. ‘thanks,’ he’d mumbled, brushing an arm over his eyes in away that covered up the tears brewing in them. ‘idiots.’ aside from the celebrations and the small twinkle of happiness being surrounded by his classmates brought him— winter still sucked for bakugou. he’d discovered his quirk didn’t quite work the same, that he’d need to train a hundred times harder to be just as efficient as his peers during the flu season if he were to succeed and become a top hero like he’d promised himself as a kid. his hero costume required form fitting sleeves and a collar up to his neck that made him think back to that time where that villain had almost ended his life and he wasn’t quite strong enough to escape its reach. 

bakugou fucking hated the winter because of it.

the Christmas season starts to become even more intolerable once katsuki breaks onto the scene as rookie pro hero dynamight. he gets stuck with all the bullshit patrols like the Black Friday sales and Christmas eve last minute rushes for gifts because he’s not quite high enough on the ranks for the ‘real’ work yet. it’s fine, the blonde tells himself, anythin’ to get higher up  in the ranks. spreading the holiday spirit isn’t exactly his forte but the singles without families to go home to for the festives seemingly love spotting the desirable and explosive hero stalking the city streets, and it does wonders for his reputation too.

after bakugou’s first year as a rookie, do things pick up. he gets his first villain attack on december 24th, a simple robbery that he gets to handle all on his own— the prick’s quirk is fast moving, strong and nearly wipes the blonde out in one clear shot, sending him flying into the nearest building while other rookies evacuate the scene. 

“m-mister…uh, dynamight? a-are you okay?” 

your voice had been soft, your face the first thing he had scene when his vision realigned. blood trickled down the roundness if your cheeks, features aglow from the fires his quirk had set to your building— your humble little tailoring shop that he’d noticed was usually buzzing with customers  on patrol. “i uh— you hit your head pretty hard sir a-and there’s a villain outside— i don’t think you can fight it like this—“ you’d tried to explain in a hurry, the situation now obvious as bakugou’s head lay in your lap. 

groaning, he’d wanted to pull away from you get back up and take the damn villain down but before he could even move it’s quirk had sent another blast in the direction of your precious shop. one minute, bakugou’s life is flashing before his eyes and the next an invisible shield flies up in front of you both, protecting you from whatever impact had been coming. “‘m goin’ back out there,” bakugou told you sternly, gathering himself back up. there was no way a civilian should be doing his job, he should be protecting you, not the other way around. “stay fuckin’ put, till i get back. then we’re goin’ to a hospital.” 

turns out, you were great at following orders, by the time bakugou had taken out the perpetrator— you were more than willing to go with him to the hospital to get your injuries checked out. he stayed with you the entire time, he owed it to you at least. you’d saved his life, and sacrificed your shop but uttered not a word of complaint in response. and in the winter days that followed the incident, he visited and brought flowers and sat with you— learning about you, learning to love you right into the new year. 

bakugou’s spirits towards winter and Christmas had certainly changed since then. well into his thirties with achy joints, silvering hair and a stomach that’s a little less toned than it used to be— dynamight sits perched on the highest of buildings, a com mic pressed into his slightly muted ear. “ai’ght fuckers, let’s get this over with. the wife’s given me only a couple hours b’fore she can’t hold on any longer.” he grunts to his fellow heroes, ready to take down their annual Christmas robbery. 

it couldn’t have come at a worse time, katsuki promising you that he wouldn’t be working on the holiday for the sake of your kids— who needed their father just one day out of the year. you’d wrapped him up extra tight, a homemade scarf you’d worked on in the last few months slipped softly around his neck as you scolded him for taking up over time when he should have been with you, with his family.

“you got it kacchan,” izuku chuckles from his end of the line— positioned some ways away, his eyes also on the target. “operation kacchan’s home for Christmas is a go.” 

“agreed. i do not like it when mrs.bakugou is angry.” todoroki chimes in plainly, also accompanying the childhood duo on their mission.

“then keep yer eyes on the fuckin’ target— the sooner we can get my ass home t’what really matters this Christmas!” the blonde scolds his long time friends, rolling eyes eyes fondly as he sets his eyes on the target who‘d ripped him away from his family.

“daddy! you’re late!” 

katsuki’s oldest just barely looks up from her phone— a gift from last year— as he rushes into the hospital waiting room still decked out in his ashy hero gear. kayako bakugou still accepts the kiss to her forehead from her father and the ruffle to her blonde curls once he’s close enough. she has his hair, the colour of his eyes but the shape of her features are undoubtedly yours— the perfect blend of two people completely and utterly in love. 

his vermilion gaze shoots to his son, kuzki— a quiet little boy who’s not quite like the rest of the bakugou bunch but equally as loving and as precious to dynamight himself. “sorry ya guys have to be here on Christmas Day, s’late too,” the man pinches his kid’s cheek, kazuki squirming happily, albeit a bit sleepy. “we can open presents later, after i see momma.” 

“s’okay papa! nana mitsuki got us candy!” he squeals, the eldest bakugou hiding her nose in her magazine at her mention. 

“ma!” 

“what?” she huffs back, nodding her head towards the door. “you don’t have time to have a go at me, katsuki. your wife is waiting for you.” 

both of the bakugou kids get a smooch on their foreheads, and mitsuki the middle finger ( discreetly and in his head because he won’t risk getting his ass kicked by his own mother in front of his offspring ). he stalks his way into your private hospital room, keeping his clunky steps unusually quiet as he spots you resting in your bed. 

“you’re lucky, she just fed and was about to go down for a nap, but it seems like she was waiting for a certain someone.” you coo but you’re not looking at your husband, instead at the tiny bundle of joy wriggling about in her swaddle, laying in your arms. 

the elder blonde approaches the two of you, curling an arm immediately— soothed by your warmth which sends the chill of winter straight out of him. “she?” bakugou questions, too tentatively for a man with such a misshapen and rough exterior. you pass the little baby girl off to him, letting him take in the scent of baby powder and fresh linen. “god, she’s pretty. just like her momma, huh?” 

“think that’s all you, kats, you know these bakugou genes wait for no one,” you breathe your words out in exhaustion, but a smile stays strong in your face like the blistering winds outside. “thirteen hours of labour and she still couldn’t wait for daddy.”

“‘m sorry i couldn’t be there, stupid fuckin’—“ the baby stirs in his hold, growing fussy as if she already knows the signature forbidden word of the bakugou household. “stupid freakin’ deku held us up at the mission ‘n i tried my best t’get here..” bakugou loses his words, staring at his his newborn princess with so much love in the world— she’s tiny in his arms, gargling sleepily as he bounces her, standing to walk the room with his new little girl and showing her the snowfall. 

the three of you are entranced by the first glimmer of the crystalline weather— the room swimming with a contrasting warmth that katsuki can bear to stand because it’s not a frosted winter. it’s a perfect love. his own oasis away from the cold. “s’okay kats, she just wanted to be the best christmas gift you could have asked for,” you murmur. “our perfect little christmas gift.” 

katsuki bakugou hums in agreement, watching eyes the colour of your own but the shape of his flutter with tiredness for the first time being out in the new world. and now with his little treasure, his darling daughter and absolute labour of love— katsuki bakugou is able to state his reason for finally finding appreciation for winter after all this time.

“merry christmas, princess.” he says to her wistfully. “and to you too, m’love.” 

“merry christmas, kats.” you whisper back, your voice to him like a call through the storm.

[shotorozu]

acquaintance

character(s) : enji “endeavor” todoroki, shouto todoroki (bnha)

(and no this isn’t an endeavor x reader fic 😭)

legend : [Y/N = YOUR NAME, L/N = LAST NAME] you/your pronouns used, quirk’s specifics are not mentioned.

headcanon/drabble type : fluff, crack-ish (platonic, x reader with shouto)

note(s) : a drabble about endeavor wanting to know shouto’s s/o, but he’s genuinely trying, and ignores the part of him that wants to break them apart 💀 i’ve been always super curious about the idea of endeavor ACTUALLY wanting to know shouto’s s/o, and thus— this was made 🤩

i am super curious about the idea of endeavor wanting to be a decent father— and actually get along with his children’s significant others. (because let’s be honest— the majority of them probably keep their s/o a secret from him for obvious reasons.)

with fuyumi and natsuo, he doesn’t seem to have any issues with who they want to date— as they are both over 18, but he’s always been super meticulous when it came to shouto.

“he’s my prodigy, my succeeder!” is what he says, and wanting to monitor your youngest (and teenage) child is pretty valid— until he’s shown his extremely high standards, in regards to his son’s lover.

and then UA happened, and shouto got an s/o (you, basically) he chose to hide you— so he could love you with all he’s got, without any interference from his father.

you’ve met everybody but endeavor at this point. shouto’s pretty reluctant in the idea of you meeting his father— always kisses you as a distraction, whenever the topic gravitates near to his father.

you were convinced you were never going to meet him. until, he looms in front of you now— an unreadable look crossing his face.

scenario

endeavor wants to start anew

atone for his past sins, make up for the lack of love he’s failed to show to the entirety of his family. endeavor knew it wasn’t going to be easy. after all, only a rocky pathway awaited him, the moment the #1 hero status was passed onto the flame hero.

he knew it’s no easy task, trying to get along with the kids you’ve mistreated.

but this? this is the hardest thing he has to do all week.

no, the hardest thing wasn’t taking down that pesky villain that attempted to rob a bank (and failed miserably so), it wasn’t the fact that he— as a hero with a fire quirk, was in charge of saving somebody from a collapsing, and flaming apartment complex.

neither of those things sound difficult anymore, when he’s met with the task of becoming acquaintances with shouto’s lover.

if he thought that the idea of his youngest dating someone he didn’t know was bad— then, the fact that he got word of this fact not from shouto himself, but from a conversation between natsuo and fuyumi, he so happened to eavesdrop on.

endeavor doesn’t know your face or iq, he doesn’t know what you sound like— and most importantly, he doesn’t know what your quirk is (if you have any, that is.)

he realizes that this thinking might’ve set him a step back, and he shoves all of these inquiries to the back of his mind. shouto won’t accept him as his father at this rate, and he’s definitely not dating for quirk-related reasons. on top of that, shouto’s performance at school doesn’t seem to be suffering— so why exactly should this bother him?

so, endeavor thinks he should ask his son about you first, before jumping to conclusions.

he doesn’t know why he thought that’d go well.

“so.” endeavor starts, watching the way his son deadpans at him to continue, as he slurps on his cold noodles. he suddenly remembers the time a couple years back— when his very young son was glaring knives at him. “i heard you’re dating someone.”

shouto turns his head, “why do you care?”

endeavor ignores this, and he tries to not look offended. “what’s their name? they’re treating you well, yes?”

shouto doesn’t answer this. the father would’ve been puzzled, if he didn’t remember how he used to act.

🤨 “what do you know about good treatment.” he answers curtly, as he takes another bite of his meal

“shouto—”

his son swallows his food, “exactly. nothing.”

that marked the end of the conversation. with that conclusion— endeavor figured that he should take matters into his own hands. with the help of his only daughter, he finds out your next house visit

when endeavor sees you up close for the first time— he is pleasantly surprised with himself.

he managed to guess your identity from the first glance. though, he isn’t properly informed on your name— he does connect the dots that you’re shouto’s significant other, judging from the look on his son’s face when the two of you walk together.

he looks happy.

and he should be satisfied with that thought— but he can’t stop there. endeavor wonders if he could ever bring joy to his son like that.

which is why, he’s here, standing in front of you — with the full intention of familiarizing himself with his son’s significant other.

you rise up on your feet in his presence, a formal greeting with the usage of “mr.” hangs off your tongue— but endeavor stops you with the raise of a hand, shaking his head. “no need. you may sit.”

endeavor stares at you, when you just do that— there’s a certain look on his face that you can’t quite decipher, but it definitely makes you want to hide under your childhood blanket.

“you’re.. with shouto, correct?”

‘with’ pertaining to being romantically involved with shouto.

“ah, yes. he went out to the convenient store. so i’m, just waiting for his return, mr.”

“i see.”

endeavor chooses to ignore the stiffness in your voice. he doesn’t blame you— and if he decides that he likes you, then he’d ask you to drop the usage of “mr.”

endeavor suddenly recalls fuyumi and natsuo’s conversation, “you’re also the same L/N shouto mentioned.”

endeavor knows that shouto didn’t specifically mention you to him— but to his siblings, rather. but, he still overheard it— so that counts nonetheless.

you appear a bit clueless about the matter— but your expression melts into nonchalance, “yes, i am.”

“i guessed,” endeavor replies, sitting beside you. you feel incredibly tense. “shouto. he’s been treating you well, i hope.”

“he has,” you seem to relax at the mention of his son, and he wonders if he could bring him up again— without making things awkward.

silence appears every few minutes or so, as endeavor tries to think of ways to converse with his son’s s/o. if he should aim for the casual approach, the professional approach, or the friendly approach (which would be kind of faux, coming from him.)

shouto has probably told you about him. after all— he’s also heard that you two have been together for some time. not days, or weeks, but several months (we’re talking about 10 months here.) you’re probably wondering what exactly does he know about good treatment towards others, just like how shouto did.

“..what are your hobbies.”

it sounds foreign coming out of his mouth.

“pardon?”

“i asked you of…” he trails off for a moment. when was the last time he said that sentence? it’s alarming that he hasn’t asked his son that question— yet, is asking you. “your hobbies.”

you pause to think of an answer. you’re apprehensive about saying this— but you still reply with, “i know. i just didn’t think you’d care about it, mr.”

endeavor blinks at this answer, a bit stunned to process it at first— but once he does, he finds himself laughing

and then, laughing hard.

endeavor decides on the spot, that he’s intrigued. it could be because it exactly sounded like something shouto would say— but considering how you’ve managed to make him laugh at your words (despite it being unintentional) he’s impressed.

“right, right,” endeavor composes himself, “apologizes for laughing. you just reminded me of shouto.”

that seemed to entice a positive reaction, “yeah. it does sound like something he’d say.”

endeavor falls back into silence, contemplating if it’s a bit too soon for this— but, he was never one for reluctance (in hero work anyway. he can’t say the same thing about his family yet.)

he might as well just say it, now that he’s thought about it. “you may drop the formalities. in exchange, you must tell me what is due.”

your hobbies, and what shouto’s like in school.

you smile, “sure thing,”

EXTRAS:

“what did that man tell you?” shouto’s tone’s soft when he talks to you— but it hardens when he mentions his father.

“nothing bad, pretty.” in an attempt to calm down the growing heat from his left side, you press a pocky stick to his lips. “he was trying to converse, i guess? if he said anything offensive— do you think i’d let him get away with it?”

shouto lets out a “hmph” his hand rubbing circles on your back as he takes a bite of the pocky stick “no. but, i’d still like to know what he told you, love.”

“he.. asked me of my hobbies, what i’d like to do in my free time. it was very.. unlike him?”

shouto looks surprised at this— hand now steering away the piece of pocky, wanting to speak about this shocking piece of information. “he asked you of your hobbies.”

“pretty much, yeah.”

“what has gone into him?” shouto mumbles to himself, as he places the pocky stick in his mouth “i do not wish to talk about that man right now.” he takes another bite.

“he was—” shouto cuts you off, by placing a brand new pocky in your mouth, “you like this flavor, right? they said it was out of stock, but they still ended up giving me an entire baggie of that flavor.” he says, shoving another piece into your mouth— essentially, preventing you from speaking of his father.

“so romantic, shou.”

“may i do something that’s much more romantic?” he asks sincerely, mismatched eyes now affixed on your lips

“whatever you want, handsome.”

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Shigaraki Headcannons: Meeting You

⚠[Warning: Yandere and their behavior, stalking, obsessive mindsets, and suspected harassment]⚠

🖐🏻💀This would be crunchy version of Shigaraki- before his fight with doofenshmirtz 2.0

🖐🏻💀He would first see you working a typical daytime job of stocking shelves and appeasing Karen's

🖐🏻💀You'd accidently bump into him while he'd be reaching for something from up high only for his five fingers to graze against your back

🖐🏻💀Immediately your shirt disintegrates and you punch him in the face

🖐🏻💀You yell and scream at him as your friendly manager-who watched everything escorts him nicely throws him off the premises

🖐🏻💀 Bum on the pavement Tomura can't help but stare in shock at the little corner store

🖐🏻💀You didn't disintegrate.

🖐🏻💀He felt your plush skin under his fingertips

🖐🏻💀You were so soft and warm

🖐🏻💀And he was enamored-rushing home so he can demand your files

🖐🏻💀Come to find you have a quirk named Annie's Curse (you got the name from a book) that absolutely repels any attempts to kill you

🖐🏻💀For instance if someone tried to stab you the knife would break or become flexible

🖐🏻💀As inexplicable as it seemed your parents had quirks that were kind of like that as well

🖐🏻💀Your mother's quirk: NoFace eliminates all intent towards her and Your dad's quirk: Pants on Fire made it physically impossible to lie to him

🖐🏻💀You were recorded to be an average person who didn't want to have anything to do with heroes

🖐🏻💀Considering your dad was a detective and worked with them on many cases only to be upstaged by the flashy weirdos in tights

🖐🏻💀This was perfect! Tomura loved you even more

🖐🏻💀He won't be allowed to walk so close to the shop thanks to your manager being oh so protective of you

🖐🏻💀The only chance he'll get to interact is when you inevitably end up alone on your way home

🖐🏻💀As you walk with the sun setting you'd curse your coworker for bailing on you last second

🖐🏻💀You wouldn't recognize him as he walks by brushing a little too close to your exposed arm

🖐🏻💀He'd get home run and hop on his bed cackling with the semblance of a crushing school girl

🖐🏻💀As he would he'd beg AFO if he could take you but Daddy said 'not until he successfully takes down that blasted symbol of peace'

🖐🏻💀CURSE THAT SYMBOL OF PEACE!!!

🖐🏻💀He'll be grumpy disintegrating things until he's calmed down to properly plan his debut at UA high school and finally rid the world of the so called symbol of peace

🖐🏻💀You on the other hand are oblivious to the bargaining chip you've become and just missing the watchful gaze of your stalkers protector

[hey-hamlet]

No Way UA au mixed with Sticky Notes au?

In a stunning show of quirk bias, Izuku doesn't pass the exam because the constructs his quirk creates have their own free will and just so happen to listen to him - meaning it wasn't 'him' that defeated the robots. Izuku is heartbroken, All Might almost sues before deciding "Fuck it!! I'll teach him! You don't get my good boy!"

Might Towers now employs a handful of high school tutors, various guest instructors and a whole office that is now just a high school classroom with a single desk. In this AU it wasn't Nezu or Aizawa who made the call - it was people on the student selection committee so they are pretty pissed. 1A goes on a lot of field trips to All Might's agency just to have pretty normal classes.

As an aside, Bakugo and Izuku are friendly in this AU and when Bakugo finds out what UA did he almost sets the school on fire -

Oh!!! Fun idea! When he hears what UA did he burns his acceptance letter and decides he'll have to apply to Shiketsu or something. Izuku and All Might, the latter impressed with Bakugo's morals and the former deeply touched, ask him to join them at All Might's agency, which Bakugo accepts happily.

Sometimes a family can be your mother, your mentor, your very rude best friend, and literally everyone in a 20 story office building.

[hauntdoesthings]

Bakugou x Sassy!Reader: Soulmate AU

A/N: Kind of trying a different format for this one, let me know if you like it or not

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Bakugou Katsuki was infamous for his anger issues, so much so it was easy to imagine anything could rile him up. This was true for the most part, but there were few things that enraged him more than his soulmate mark.

Bakugou, your vibes are absolutely atrocious.

The six words that plagued Bakugou Katsuki's very existence were printed plain for any and all to see on his left wrist.

He could vaguely remember being excited to meet his soulmate, but ever since the tattoo had showed up, all he could feel for this mystery person was confusion and scorn. What the hell were his "vibes," and who did this person think they were to judge him for them?

His parents had no explanations and his friends at the time just laughed and called it stupid. So, he had taken to covering the nonsense his idiot of a soulmate would spew whenever they first met with either long sleeves or a bracelet or bandanna around his wrist. It wasn't too uncommon for people to cover their marks to keep it more intimate or because of something inappropriate their soulmate had said without thinking, so thankfully few bugged him about it, and those that did were sure to get anything from an earful of yelling to a limb blown off.

On the other, more optimistic hand, the strangely specific words made it easy for him to wait for his actual soulmate instead of wondering if every rando who said some common phrase happened to be the specific rando he was meant to be with. He had lost count of the times he'd seen Deku almost give himself whiplash at every "Are you okay?" he heard.

By the time high school rolled around, he could almost forget about the weirdo he was "destined" to be with. He didn't feel like going on some manhunt for them and besides, there was no chance they could be one of the losers he was trying to beat in this class.

At least that's what he first thought. The way he stared at one of the so-called "extras" on the daily begged to differ. He didn't know when it had started or even why, but he couldn't seem to take his mind, or his eyes for that matter, off of them. Neither of them had ever even talked to each other. They were one of the quieter students, always in their own world or silently observing, while he was known as the loudest and proudest of Class 1A.

Even if he wanted them to be his soulmate, he couldn't imagine someone like them saying something so...weird? Bold? To his face. Maybe it was for the best. Bakugou had always scorned the words on his wrist so maybe whatever stupid force was out in the universe pairing people up had made a mistake. He couldn't seriously be meant to be with anyone who would say something so nonsensical, right?

Whatever thoughts he had about his mark, they were currently forgotten as he had stayed in the classroom after school to "tutor" Kirishima, or more accurately put, scream at him for not understanding a certain concept.

During this scene, Bakugou's crush had walked in, coming back to retrieve a forgotten folder. Bakugou froze, his eyes widening in mild embarrassment at them seeing him this aggressive, even if it was with his friend.

They took in the scene for a moment before sighing and shaking their head. "Bakugou, your vibes are absolutely atrocious."

Bakugou stiffened more, if possible, as his eyes followed them to their desk. At their raised brow, he growled and stomped over to them, history lesson or whatever it was totally forgotten.

Most people would be terrified of an angry Bakugou, even more so if that anger was directed at them, but they simply stood there, unfased and unimpressed. This nonchalance towards his anger was one of the many things he'd found himself drawn to in them, so much so that he almost stopped in his tracks. Almost being the keyword.

Slamming a hand on their desk, he glared directly into their eyes. "Do you know how long I've had to walk around with that branded on my wrist?!"

They rolled their eyes. "Better than, let's see," they rolled up their sleeve and squinted at the words on their wrist as though they didn't have them memorized. "'Get out of my way now before I set you on fire.'"

Bakugou gawked as they rolled their sleeve back down and reached in their desk to grab the folder. He vaguely remembered that threat, but it was directed at Deku, before the entrance exam to UA! They knew for that long and let me just sit around totally clueless? Do they- Bakugou felt his hands shake as the thought crossed his mind. Do they hate me?

Seeing the gears turning in his head, they flicked his forehead with a playful grin. "Don't worry boom boy, you didn't ruin your chances." Once again he could only stare at them as they strode to the door before turning back to look at him. "Unfortunately though, I'm not just gonna drop everything now that you finally figured it out. You still gotta put in some work for it."

Then, with a wink, they were gone.

A grin grew on Bakugou's face. He loved a challenge, and if they realized that, maybe this soulmate thing wasn't so stupid after all.

This is gonna be fuckin' fun.

~~~~~

Meanwhile, Kirishima still sat there awkwardly, apparently invisible to the lovebirds, but happy for a reprieve from having the lessons beat into him.