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HITOSHI SHINSOU MASTERLIST

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ♤ [SFW] ❝Un-enrollment.❞ ♤ [NSFW/SFW] ❝S/O that has breathing issues.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Falling into their arms.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Mute S/O.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝S/O who loves to wrestle.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Little sis, little crush.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Stressed out.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Driving.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Dear daughter.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Affectionate.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Chaotic dumbass.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝S/O with unstable quirk.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Shinsou with S/O who has an eating disorder.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Dreamy owl.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝S/O with ghoul quirk.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Jewish S/O.❞ ♤ [NSFW] ❝Unlikely phone call.❞ ♤ [SFW] ❝Sad melodies.❞

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 ☆ [SFW] ❝Brace for a kiss.❞ ☆ [NSFW] ❝Asthmatic and nervous.❞ ☆ [SFW] ❝Assault and recovery.❞

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 ♡ [Valentine 2019] ❝I’ve never had a Valentine.❞ ♡ [Fall 2019] ❝Please don’t fall out of that tree.❞ ♡ [Halloween 2019] ❝How long have you been dead?❞

[winxanity-ii]

RESONANCE

ship: various!bnha x fem!reader warnings: non-explicit word count: 5.5k a/n: just wanted to spit out a lil one-shot, not sure if I'll make a full fic from this but who knows lolol; tell me what y'all think…

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All your life, people gravitated to you.

It was something that felt almost like gravity—a pull that made others orbit around you, with secrets and vulnerabilities spilling out like some cracked, overflowing dam.

They couldn't help it, and it wasn't something you actively tried to do either.

Your Quirk, Confidant, was a force of its own, turning you into an unwitting confessional booth for whoever happened to cross your path. Whether you were ready for it or not, they opened up.

There had been days when you tried to keep it off, to put up the wall and protect yourself from the sheer emotional weight that others dumped at your feet. But it took too much effort, too much focus to constantly repel that need in others.

If someone came to you, tearing up over a breakup or raging about the stress of everyday life, you'd let them; it was just easier to let it run its course.

And, sure, there weren't any physical drawback—no energy drained or migraines induced. But to you, there was a burden no one else seemed to recognize: the reboot.

Once someone started talking, your mind went into what you had nicknamed "short-reboot mode." It was like something within you flipped a switch, and suddenly, every part of you worked to cater to them.

Your eyes would track every shift in their expression, your ears catching every wobble in their voice. You'd analyze, break down every cue, every breath, until your responses flowed with practiced ease—the words that person needed to hear, the exact tone that made them relax.

Sometimes, you'd offer a soft, comforting touch. Other times, you'd say nothing at all, just be a presence there to anchor them.

When it was over, and they'd leave—well, that was when things got weird.

Not for them; no, for them it was almost as if a fog rolled over their memory of the whole thing. A protective influence that made the event seem far-off, unimportant, a comforting haze to keep them from fixating on you.

For you, though? You'd collapse in bed later on, mind swimming with everything you'd absorbed, while the Quirk worked behind the scenes to sort and compartmentalize every scrap of information.

It all got stored away—permanently—so you'd never forget.

And because of that, you hated it.

You hated how your brain worked on autopilot for everyone else, how every emotional exchange was something you'd retain forever while the small, everyday things slipped right through the cracks.

You'd put down your phone and lose it within minutes, or take things into a room one by one when you could easily grab everything at once. Your grandfather loved to tease you about it, always laughing as he cackled out, "Book sense, not a lick of common sense!"

Today, it was no different.

You groaned as you walked down the stairs from your bedroom, a yawn escaping your lips as you shuffled along.

You looked every bit as tired as you felt—oversized hoodie hanging loosely from your shoulders, the fabric wrinkled and slightly twisted, and your oversized socks pooling around your ankles.

Your clothes were a patchwork of dark shades, clinging to you in a way that made it clear you'd grabbed whatever was closest without a second thought. Your hair was pulled back into a lazy ponytail, secured with a shoelace of all things, because you couldn't find a single rubber band.

You sucked your teeth at the thought, recalling how bit by bit, you had given away every one of your hairbands over the last few weeks to others who needed them. "I just bought that bulk pack," you muttered under your breath, feeling the mild frustration bubble up as you ambled into the kitchen.

The moment you stepped into the bright atmosphere of the kitchen, it felt like you were walking into another world. The colors, the light, the very mood—all of it was the opposite of you. The kitchen was warm, sunlight pouring in through the curtains, highlighting the cheery yellow walls.

Your mother was already bustling around, her cotton candy pink hair tied neatly at the base of her neck, her slender form moving with practiced grace as she prepared breakfast.

Her skin was a deep, rich shade of brown, and her eyes were bright yellow, almost glowing, with small opal-like moles at the corners that caught the morning light. She looked like something from a storybook, too perfect for the mundane scene unfolding around her.

The moment she noticed you shuffling over, she gasped softly, a bright smile blooming across her face. "Good morning, ____~," she sang, her voice lilting and sweet. "Did you have a good rest?"

You grunted in response, barely managing to pull the chair out before plopping down into it, your face half-hidden by the hood of your sweatshirt.

"That's great, sweetie~," she chirped, entirely unfazed by your lack of enthusiasm. She set a plate of food in front of you, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your cheek. "Eat up. Your big brother will be taking you to school soon—you know how he gets about wanting you to be on time." She gave you one last gentle pat before twirling away, humming to herself, lost in her own vibrant little world.

It wasn't long before the rest of your family joined you. Your father and brother came down the stairs only seconds later, both of them just as bright and awake as your mother.

Your brother's footsteps were loud and purposeful as he approached, his hand ruffling your hair as he passed by. "Morning, sis," he said, his voice cheerful, a bright grin lighting up his face.

"Morning," you mumbled, barely looking up.

Your father followed, his broad shoulders taking up the space in the doorway for a moment as he stepped into the kitchen. His blue hair was tousled but neat, the same shade as the sky on a crisp morning. His green eyes were sharp but softened when he looked at you, a smile spreading across his face.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Good morning, little love," he said, his voice deep and warm, wrapping around you like a comforting blanket.

You sighed softly, nodding in response as they settled at the table.

Your mother moved between them, setting their plates down before finally taking a seat herself, her smile unwavering as she looked at all of you.

The scene was perfect, almost unreal in its harmony—the three of them chatting easily over breakfast, their voices blending together with the soft sound of birds chirping outside the window.

Even though it was a regular, cloudy day, the kitchen seemed filled with sunshine, the warmth radiating from your family like a beacon. Everything about the morning—the bright voices, the gentle smiles—made it feel mythical, as if you were living in a fairytale.

It was always like this: your family's moods almost too perfect, too light. How could they not be, though, when they had you? Built-in therapist, problem solver, always there to smooth over any tension, any hint of unease.

They could always be at their best because you carried the weight for them.

As everyone finished up, your brother stood, gathering the dishes and taking them to the sink. Your mother got up as well, moving to grab everyone's packed lunches for the day.

Your father turned to you, his gaze softening as he addressed you. "____," he started, his voice gentle but with a hint of something else—hesitation, maybe? "Could you come by my agency later after school? We've got a case... or, well, a patient. I could use your help again."

You hummed, a small sound of acknowledgment as you poked at the last bit of food on your plate. "Sure," you said, though the idea of it made your shoulders droop a little. It wasn't that you didn't want to help, but the thought of more people, more emotions, more weight, felt heavy already.

Your father's smile brightened, and he reached over, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Thank you, little love. You know it means a lot to me." He worked as a hero, and it wasn't uncommon for him to ask for your help.

He ran an agency called Constellation, and his quirk, Record, a photographic memory that worked both by touch and mentally, made him one of the best at what he did. He primarily worked with police and undercover heroes, solving cases that required an eye for detail that few others had.

Ever since you'd gained your quirk, he'd relied on you for the more delicate matters—the emotional weight of things that even he couldn't quite process alone.

A few seconds later, your brother returned, his grin blinding as he held out your backpack and lunch. "C'mon, sleepyhead," he said, his eyes bright with excitement. "I got your stuff. Let's go catch the train."

You pushed your chair back, standing up with a stretch. "Yeah, yeah," you muttered, taking the bag from him. You turned to your parents, waving lazily over your shoulder. Your mother and father stood side by side, your father's arm wrapped around your mother's waist. She towered over him with her lithe frame, his head just reaching her collarbones. "Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad."

"Bye, sweetheart!" your mother called, her voice as sunny as ever.

"Have a good day, little love," your father added, giving you one last smile before you followed your brother out the door.

The cool morning air hit you as your brother led the way down the sidewalk, his usual confident stride carrying you both towards the train station.

You glanced over at him, watching as he talked animatedly, his hands moving to emphasize whatever point he was making. He was always like this—full of energy, especially in the mornings, unlike you, who was still trying to wake up.

As you both settled into your seats on the train, your brother continued to talk, his voice carrying over the quiet hum of the train. He was telling you all about his third year at Shiketsu High, his eyes sparkling as he described how different and fast-paced everything was compared to the previous year.

He even started rambling about his work-study with Fatgum, who he mentioned was an alumnus of Shiketsu High, and his fellow collegues, some guys named Suneater and Red Riot.

You glanced at your brother as he spoke, taking in his features. He looked like a perfect mix of both your parents.

His hair was a blend of your mother's bright pink and your father's deep blue, swirling together like cotton candy, giving him a vibrant and almost ethereal look.

His eyes were a mesmerizing combination of green and yellow—a galaxy of colors that seemed to shift with his mood, as if reflecting the emotions he felt around him.

Scattered across the bridge of his nose were luminescent, opal-like freckles, glowing faintly in the light as he spoke. They weren't just decorative; they were part of his Quirk, Emotilink—which was inherited from your mother—would glow and shift in color depending on the emotions of those he touched, allowing him to feel the emotions of others.

Together, their abilities made them almost like human mood rings, their markings betraying the emotional states of anyone in their vicinity.

Your brother was tall and broad-shouldered, his husky build making him seem both strong and comforting. His skin tone was a perfect, ambiguous shade—not quite pale, not quite dark—striking a balance that made him stand out without fitting neatly into any one category.

He carried himself with a confidence that only seemed to amplify the presence of his quirk, his luminescent markings always a glowing reminder of what he could do.

You, on the other hand, looked nothing like the rest of your family.

When you were younger, you'd had your mother's yellow eyes and your father's blue hair. But after your Quirk had manifested, everything about you seemed to change.

Your features had shifted, becoming more subdued, less distinct, until you were left with an appearance that could only be described as forgettable. Your hair had dulled to a mousy brown, and your eyes had lost their vibrancy, now a muted shade that seemed to blend in with the rest of you.

Sometimes you wished your Quirk was just that—forgettableness. Maybe then you wouldn't feel the weight of everyone else's emotions pressing down on you.

You were pulled from your thoughts when your brother grabbed your wrist, his grip firm but gentle as he pulled you up from your seat. "Let's go," he said, his voice filled with his usual enthusiasm.

You barely had time to react before he was practically dragging you out of the train and towards the school.

It was a routine you were used to by now—your brother carrying you along, making sure you got where you needed to be without any issue.

He didn't even break a sweat as he deposited you in front of the school gates, his hands moving to smooth out your clothes and pat down your hair, completely uncaring of the looks you both were getting from the other students.

"Aaand... there!" he said, stepping back with a satisfied smile. He handed you your backpack, his grin widening. "Alright, sleepyhead, I'll meet you here after school to take you to Dad's agency, okay?"

You nodded, adjusting the straps of your backpack. "Yeah, okay," you replied, your voice barely louder than a mumble.

He bent down, staring you right in the face with a grin. "Have a great day, alright?" he said, his eyes filled with warmth and encouragement. He reached out, ruffling your hair one last time before turning to head towards his own school. "See ya later!"

You watched him go, a sigh escaping your lips as you turned to face the school. You never really understood why he insisted on taking you to school every morning, especially when his own school was a twenty-minute walk in the opposite direction.

But then again, he'd managed to maintain perfect attendance for the past two years, so he must have been doing something right.

With another sigh, you pulled out your headphones, hoping that maybe—just maybe—they would be enough to keep people away today. You knew it was a long shot, but it was worth a try.

As you walked through the gates and into the bustling courtyard, you could already feel the familiar pull—the curious eyes, the hesitant glances, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air.

You pushed your headphones over your ears, the music drowning out the noise around you, but it wasn't enough.

It never was.

You stayed behind in the classroom during lunch, deciding to give yourself a break from the constant buzz of students. The cafeteria was always too loud, too busy, and you needed a moment to just be alone.

You pulled out a packet of fries you had bought earlier, munching on them absentmindedly while staring out of the window. The clouds rolled lazily across the sky, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to drift off, letting the quiet calm your racing mind.

You were jolted out of your thoughts when you heard your name being called. You turned, startled, to see your homeroom teacher hovering near the doorway. "____," she called again, her voice soft but carrying an unmistakable edge.

Your teacher, Ms. Hachiko, was hard to miss. She had a distinctly bee-like appearance, with large, round eyes that shimmered like polished onyx, and her entire body was covered in soft, fuzzy yellow fur.

Two delicate antennae sprouted from her forehead, and her long hair was pinned back into a neat bun. She floated a few inches off the ground, her wings fluttering quietly behind her.

But it wasn't just her that caught your attention. Standing behind her, with his shoulders slouched and an unmistakable frown etched across his face, was none other than Aizawa Shouta—the underground hero, Eraserhead.

You felt your eyes widen, and you choked on the fry you had just been eating, your throat seizing in shock. You coughed, hitting your chest several times as tears welled up in your eyes.

Both adults stood there, awkwardly waiting as you hacked out a few more coughs. When you finally managed to catch your breath, Ms. Hachiko gave you an apologetic smile. "____, you need to speak with Eraserhead here," she said, her antennae twitching slightly. "I'll leave you two to it," she added before fluttering out of the room, her wings buzzing softly.

You were left alone with Aizawa, who ambled over to the desk beside you and dropped himself into the seat, his tired eyes fixed on you.

He was wearing his hero uniform, his capture weapon loosely wrapped around his neck, and his dark hair hung messily around his face. He looked exhausted, deep lines etched beneath his eyes, but even then, there was something undeniably striking about him. He had an air of quiet authority that demanded respect, no matter how disheveled he appeared.

He stared at you for a moment before finally speaking. "Look, kid, I'm not sure why Nezu sent me here," he began, his tone blunt, "but apparently, you're needed for something. Honestly, you're a child, and you shouldn't even be involved in this. But here we are."

You blinked at him, still trying to wrap your head around the fact that thee Eraserhead was sitting in front of you, talking to you. He let out a sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. "Have you heard about the recent villain attack on the UA first-year training camp?"

You nodded slowly, recalling the news you had heard about it weeks ago. You remembered hearing that it was the same group of first-year students that had already had a run-in with villains at the USJ. "Yeah, I heard about it," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "They got some crappy luck..."

Aizawa gave a humorless chuckle, shaking his head. "Yeah, well, it's been rough on them, that's for sure. The thing is, my boss, Principal Nezu, wants you to help the students who were most affected by the attack—Class 1-A. The other students have been able to get help from their assigned therapists, but Class 1-A... they're different. They've built a wall around themselves so thick that not even the best world-renowned therapists can break through. They think this is just part of being a hero, that they have to suck it up and move on."

You frowned, a slight pang of pity tugging at you as you listened. You knew what he was asking before he even finished explaining. It wasn't like you had a choice anyway. If Nezu, the head of UA, was asking, then your small, out-of-the-way school, Okiyama Municipal High, wasn't exactly in a position to say no.

With a heavy sigh, you slumped back in your chair, dropping your half-eaten packet of fries onto the desk. "Will I be back before school is over?"

Aizawa rolled his eyes, clearly not impressed with your lack of enthusiasm. "Yes, you'll be back before the end of the day. Nezu already spoke with your parents. One of your father's sidekicks will pick you up from UA bring you straight to his agency. It shouldn't take too long—you're just meeting them and getting a quick assessment."

Shoulders slouching, you could already picture the long, draining night ahead of you. With a resigned sigh, you pushed yourself out of your seat, nodding reluctantly. "Alright, fine," you muttered, gesturing for Aizawa to lead the way. "Let's get this over with, then."

Aizawa gave you a curt nod, standing up as well. You followed him down the hallway, the silence between you two heavy but not uncomfortable.

It wasn't long before you were out of your small school building and on your way to UA, sitting beside the underground hero in a rather unremarkable car, driven by a UA staff member.

You were about to meet the students who had faced villains twice now, and you knew that whatever you were walking into, it wasn't going to be easy.

When you arrived at UA, the sight that greeted you was different from what you remembered. You had been to UA before, a few years ago when your brother brought you along during his campus tour while deciding where to attend high school.

Back then, UA had been impressive, sure, but now it looked almost like a university campus—new dormitories and additional buildings scattered across the grounds, giving it the appearance of a bustling college rather than just a high school.

Noticing your confused expression, Aizawa spoke up, his voice gruff but explanatory. "After the training camp attack, UA opened up dormitories to house students. Villains have become more audacious lately, targeting students even outside school grounds. The dorms are an extra precaution, meant to keep them safe."

You nodded, taking in the new structures as Aizawa led you through the campus. It made sense, given how much had happened to these students already. You felt a small pang of sympathy for them—it couldn't be easy, constantly looking over their shoulders, waiting for the next attack.

Eventually, you arrived at one of the dorm buildings, and Aizawa opened the door, ushering you inside.

You stepped into a spacious common area, expecting to see a dozen traumatized, weary teens gathered together. Instead, there were just two people sitting on the couch, their attention fixed on the television in front of them.

The room was warm and cozy, a stark contrast to the tension you felt brewing inside you.

The moment the door opened, both heads snapped towards you, their bodies relaxing slightly when they realized it was Aizawa. The redhead sitting closest to the door smiled brightly, while the blonde beside him scowled, his eyes narrowing.

"Kirishima," Aizawa grunted, his tone carrying a hint of exasperation, "where is everyone?"

The redhead—Kirishima, you assumed—grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh, some of them went out shopping, Sensei. And Deku and Shoto are out training."

Aizawa let out a long-suffering sigh, rubbing his forehead as if trying to stave off a headache. "I thought I told you all to stay put because you had an important visitor coming."

The blonde on the sofa snorted, his voice dripping with irritation. "What important guest, Sensei? Don't tell me it's that pipsqueak over there," he said, jerking his head in your direction.

You blinked, taken aback for a moment before letting out an affronted scoff. "Pipsqueak? I have you know, I'm taller than average," you sniffed, crossing your arms defensively.

The blonde gave you a withering look, scoffing again. "In what? Middle schoolers?"

Before you could retort, Aizawa intervened, his tired eyes narrowing at the blonde. "Bakugo, stop," he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. He turned back to you, his expression softening slightly. "I was told to bring you here, so even though not all of them are here, you've got two clients. Have fun," he said, giving you a small wave over his shoulder as he left the room.

You stared after him, your stomach sinking slightly. "Clients?" Kirishima asked, tilting his head in confusion as he looked at you.

You forced a smile, feeling awkward under their curious gazes. "Uh, yeah. I'm here to... help you guys. I guess you could say I'm kind of like a counselor," you explained, scratching the back of your head.

Kirishima's eyes widened in surprise before his expression broke out into a wide grin. He jumped up from the couch, crossing the room in a few quick strides to extend his hand to you. "Well, that's super manly! So young, yet already helping people like this. I'm Kirishima Eijiro," he said, his voice filled with enthusiasm.

You took his hand, shaking it a bit hesitantly. His grip was strong but friendly, and you couldn't help but notice the small details about him—his bright red spiky hair, the way his eyes seemed so genuine and open, the muscular build that made it clear he took his training seriously.

There was an energy about him that reminded you of your brother—that same relentless positivity.

Lord, it seemed you had found someone who could give your brother a run for his money.

"I'm Hanabira ____," you replied, your voice a bit more steady now.

The moment your name left your mouth, Eijiro's eyes widened even further, and he let out a gasp. "No way! You’re The Emotional Hero: Emberpulse's sibling?!"

You blinked, taken aback. "Uh, yeah?"

Eijiro's grin grew impossibly wider as he continued, "Your brother talks about you all the time! It's like I practically know you already. He says you're always helping people out, even when it's not easy, and that you have this way of making everyone feel better just by being around."

You raised an eyebrow, a bit skeptical. "How did you even know? Our last name isn't exactly unique, and we don't look alike at all."

Eijiro blinked, then broke out into another grin, shrugging as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I don't know, honestly. Your brother just said you gave off this aura of immediate kindness. Like, you just have this energy that makes people feel safe, you know? So when you introduced yourself, it kind of clicked."

A gruff voice cut in before you could respond. "Only you would make such a dumbass connection, Shitty-Hair," the blonde from earlier muttered, standing up from the couch. He turned to face you, his intense eyes boring into yours.

He had a scowl permanently etched onto his face, his posture confident and almost confrontational. His blond hair was unruly, and you couldn't help but notice the small, almost imperceptible twitches of annoyance in his expression—like he was constantly teetering on the edge of irritation.

Eijiro just laughed, seemingly unaffected by the insult. "That's Bakugo Katsuki, my best friend," he said, gesturing to the blonde. Katsuki sucked his teeth, rolling his eyes but not bothering to say anything further.

Eijiro turned back to you, his expression softening slightly. "So, uh, what exactly are you here for?"

You sighed, holding your hands up. "Like Aizawa-san said, I'm here to help, but it's not exactly like I'm a therapist or anything. I didn't ask to be here either," you said, your tone a bit defensive.

Katsuki scoffed, crossing his arms. "We don't need a damn therapist," he muttered, clearly unimpressed.

You gave him a flat look, deciding not to engage in an argument. Eijiro, sensing the tension, quickly stepped in. "Hey, don't mind him. He's just... like that," he said, scratching his head awkwardly. "Uh, would you like to join us? We were just watching a movie."

You shrugged, figuring you might as well. "Sure," you said, trying to sound casual.

Internally, you figured it was better to stay and at least try to connect with them, given that the rest of the students weren't even there. Plus, Katsuki seemed like he'd be impossible to talk to seriously right now.

The three of you settled on the couch, and Eijiro quickly started chatting again, asking you questions about your brother, your Quirk, and your school. He leaned in a bit closer whenever you answered, his eyes bright with curiosity and genuine interest.

You could tell he was trying to understand you better, his questions growing more specific as the conversation progressed.

At one point, he asked about your brother's favorite hobby, sharing how they had bonded during training sessions over their shared love of working out.

"You know, your brother's kind of like a legend," Eijiro said, his eyes wide with admiration. "I know I already told you, but he always talks about you, and I was really excited to finally meet you. He says you're his biggest inspiration."

You felt a warmth spread across your chest—a mix of pride and embarrassment. You gave a small smile, shrugging. "He always exaggerates. I'm really not that special."

Eijiro shook his head vigorously, his red hair bouncing slightly. "No way! I can totally see it. You've got this calming vibe. It's like... you make everything seem a little less scary, you know?" His gaze lingered on you for a moment, and you could feel a slight buzz in the back of your mind—a familiar haze that signaled your Quirk almost activating.

You blinked, suddenly hyper-aware of your body language, realizing that your posture had subtly shifted to mirror Eijiro's, your smile matching his intensity.

Quickly, you broke eye contact, focusing on Katsuki instead, who was watching the interaction with an annoyed expression.

He caught your gaze, and his scowl deepened. "Don't let Shitty-Hair butter you up. He's got a habit of getting all sentimental," Katsuki muttered, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Eijiro laughed, giving Katsuki a playful nudge. "Aw, come on, Bakugo. Just trying to make our guest feel welcome."

Katsuki rolled his eyes, but there was no real bite behind his irritation. "Yeah, whatever. Just don't go crying on us, idiot."

The conversation shifted, and Eijiro asked more about your school life. You found yourself relaxing again, the haze receding as you focused on answering his questions.

He seemed genuinely fascinated by even the mundane details—how you spent your days, what subjects you liked, even your least favorite lunch options. There was a warmth in his attention, a genuine desire to know you, that made it easy to keep talking.

Time seemed to pass quicker than you expected, and even Katsuki, though gruff and standoffish, eventually chimed in with a few sarcastic comments.

You noticed that, despite his harsh words, he never actually dismissed anything you said. It was as if he begrudgingly accepted your presence, though he made sure to keep up his rough exterior.

At one point, Eijiro nudged you lightly with his elbow, a grin on his face. "You know, I think you and Bakugo would get along great if you gave it a shot. He acts tough, but he's got a good heart. Right, Explosion Boy?"

Katsuki's glare could have cut glass. "Don't drag me into your dumb ideas, Shitty-Hair," he snapped, but there was a faint blush on his cheeks, barely noticeable.

Eijiro just laughed again, unbothered, and you couldn't help but smile. It was strange, but you found yourself feeling a sense of comfort in their dynamic—like, despite their differences, they had a bond that was hard to break.

After what felt like a couple of hours or so, there was a knock at the dorm door. Aizawa entered, followed by one of your father's sidekicks, who gave you a nod. "Time to go," the sidekick said, their voice gentle but firm.

You stood up, giving Eijiro a small wave. "I guess I’ll see you around," you said.

Eijiro grinned, giving you a thumbs-up. "For sure! And thanks for coming by, ____. It was... nice."

You nodded, turning to follow Aizawa and the sidekick out of the dorms.

The ride to your father's agency was quiet, your mind still replaying the interactions you had just had. You found yourself mentally sorting through the profiles you had unconsciously built on both Eijiro and Katsuki so far.

Eijiro was enthusiastic, open, and incredibly genuine—his positivity seemed almost endless, and you could tell he was the kind of person who made it his mission to uplift others.

He had this earnestness that made you feel at ease, like he genuinely cared about the people around him. He was always leaning in, listening intently, and his questions showed just how interested he was in knowing you.

There was something infectious about his energy, and it reminded you so much of your brother—the way they both could fill a room with warmth just by being themselves.

Katsuki, on the other hand, was more of a closed book. He was gruff, blunt, and had an intensity that made it hard to know what he was really thinking.

Yet, underneath all of that, you could see small glimpses of something else—his scowl wasn't always as sharp as he wanted it to be, and he had moments where it felt like he begrudgingly accepted your presence.

He never outright dismissed you, and while his comments were sarcastic, they didn't carry the kind of malice you might have expected.

It was almost like he was challenging you to see past the tough exterior, to prove that you could handle being around him.

When you arrived, your father was waiting for you, his expression stern.

He grabbed your arm, his eyes serious as he looked at you. "Listen carefully," he said, his voice low. "The villain you're about to interact with is dangerous. He was part of the Vanguard Action Squad—Mustard. He's unpredictable, so I need you to be cautious. Understand?"

You swallowed, nodding. "Got it, Dad."

He gave you a small, almost reluctant smile, his grip on your arm loosening. "Good. Just... be careful, alright, little love?"

You nodded again, feeling the weight of what was about to come settle heavily in your chest.

This was just another part of your Quirk, another responsibility you had to shoulder—whether you wanted to or not.

A/N: so what's the verdit? will it be good as a fic or just do a one-shot series???

[luvv1anime]

Master List!

Hiii I am currently only going to take people from the bakusquad + Shinsou nd Jirou until requested otherwise! Mina nd Jirou will be platonic bsf's unless requested otherwise also! I am new to this so bear with me! :) !!!Disclaimer!!! I just want to let y'all know I write them like this because I like this messy bad do wtv I want teen aesthetic and also because their teens their not perfect their gonna do stupid shi they definitely shouldn't be doing but oh well their teens! also all of these are modern au's! enjoy luvs!

Y/n's profile!

Bakugo ... Katsuki's profile! Katsuki soft launches you! Fair date with Katsuki! Dating Katsuki mood board! Dying your hair to match his!

Kirishima ... Kirishima's profile! Dating Kirishima mood board!

Denki ... Denki's profile! Accidentally making Denki think your leaving him

Dying your hair to match Denki’s!

Sero ... Sero's profile! Dating Sero mood board!

Mina (Platonic) ... Mina's profile! Bsf's with Mina mood board!

Shinsou ... coming soon Shinsou's profile!

Jirou ... coming soon!!

[doumadono]

Sanemi's ways - Sanemi x Reader Origami - Douma x gn!Reader An unexpected gift - Gyokko x Reader Healing embrace - Muzan Kibutsuji x demon!reader Troubled darling - Akaza x trans man!reader A yearning - Kokushibo x Reader A flame of comfort - Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader Upper Moons 1, 2, 3 & male s/o suffering with nightmares Monikers - Douma x gn!Reader

Hantengu Clones & s/o with kidney stones - headcanons Hantengu Clones & s/o with weight issues/low self esteem - headcanons Douma & gn!reader with an unexpected question - headcanons Douma & bored s/o - headcanons Hantengu Clones & grieving AFAB reader - headcanons Hashiras & s/o who lost beloved animal - headcanons Douma & s/o having bday Douma & s/o with public anxiety attack Douma & s/o insecure about her thighs - headcanons Akaza & Aizetsu with s/o getting emotional during cuddles - headcanons Aizetsu & gn!Reader who left a toxic environment - headcanons Muzan & gn!reader feeling bad about passage of time - headcanons Muzan & s/o struggling with emotional pain - headcanons

An otherworldly glow - Dabi x Reader There's more to us - Dabi x Reader Dabi and Tomura & s/o with an anxiety attack "You've got wings" - Hawks x fem!reader Don't you worry, kitten - Aizawa x Reader Shocking news - Bakugo Katsuki x Reader Don't worry, darling - Shoto Todoroki x Reader Izuku & Katsuki supporting a childhood friend Longing for home - Izuku Midoriya x Reader The sorrow - Bakugo Katsuki x Reader The labyrinth of the mind - Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader "You're all I need" - Bakugo Katsuki x Reader "Talk to me" - Shinso x afab!Reader A little scar - Aizawa x Reader A new friend - Bakugo Katsuki x Reader Sweet date - Izuku Midoriya x Reader The little encouragement - Izuku Midoriya x Reader Rebuilding bonds - dad!Izuku & Y/N's daughter Beyond expectations - Izuku x popular model!reader Twice & Dabi with a self-harming friend (gn!Reader) A storm - Dabi x Reader Embrace of warmth and chill - Shoto x Reader Hawks and Dabi & s/o after a fight with their parents Protected - Bakugo Katsuki x Reader Open up - Bakugo Katsuki x Reader Twice & Dabi with s/o struggling with her parent Challenges of teaching - Aizawa x Reader Shinso & s/o with gender dysphoria and anxiety about gaining weight Shoto & a friend who got out of an abusive relationship New Year's Eve - Dabi x Reader Our very own New Year's Eve - Erasermic x Reader Smile - Kirishima x gn!Reader A human heater - Dabi & trans man!Reader A path to liberation - Shoto Todoroki x Reader The wisest way to use a quirk - Hitoshi Shinso x Reader Aurora borealis - Shoto x Reader The bravest thing you can do - Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Shoto & s/o stressing about the exam - headcanons Shoto & his pregnant girlfriend - headcanons Katsuki & Shoto when someone confesses to them - headcanons Aizawa & Gojo with s/o struggling with self care - headcanons Bakugo, Midoriya, Todoroki & s/o dealing with anxiety - headcanons BNHA boys & s/o during a panic attack - headcanons BNHA boys & reader having hard time with family Deku & Bakugo & Shinso with a friend struggling with autism Dabi & his girlfriend with a dying aunt - headcanons Bakugo & his girlfriend dealing with the period Hawks & Gojo with s/o insecure about being overweight Kaminari & sexually assaulted friend - headcanons Izuku & s/o in mourning - headcanons Bakugo & s/o in mourning - headcanons Dabi & s/o in mourning - headcanons Katsuki, Shinso & Sero with s/o feeling anxious - headcanons Kirishima & Tomioka with s/o facing a sleazy friend of their deceased mother - headcanons Dabi & s/o with mother tearing her down - headcanons Izuku Midoriya & s/o having a flu - headcanons Aizawa & Hawks with s/o having suicidal thoughts - headcanons Shinso & Denki with s/o struggling with epilepsy - headcanons Shoji & Amajiki with a friend who lost their CC stuff - headcanons Dabi & Twice with a girlfriend hurt in the past - headcanons Sero, Denki & Kirishima with s/o struggling with depression - headcanons Aizawa & daughter!reader dealing with self harm - headcanons Hawks & Shoto with a friend after breakup - headcanons

Blue orchids - Suguru Geto x Reader "I got you" - Nanami x Reader The inner peace - Nanami x Reader

Nanami, Toji, Gojo & s/o not being able to have children - headcanons Nanami & Gojo with s/o who was raped - headcanons Nanami & Choso with Reader whose friends forgot about her bday - headcanons

Rain on me - Osamu Miya x Reader

Genshin men & gn!Reader with social anxiety - headcanons

MAIN MASTERLIST DEMON SLAYER MASTERLIST MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST JUJUTSU KAISEN MASTERLIST GENSHIN IMPACT MASTERLIST KO-FI COMMISSIONS EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST - PART 2

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♬⋆.˚ masterlist .ᐟ.ᐟ

#AKAASHI: “ we are the protagonists of this world “

grey . xe/xem . autistic dyke . 🇵🇭 . carrd

─ INBOX ; requests are open .ᐟ

★ - fluff ; ☆ - angst ; ✮ - other ; ✯ - completed

HAIKYUU.

⤷ tsukishima kei ; philophobia | ☆ |  one ; two ; three

⤷ tsukishima kei ; luminescence | ★✯ | one

⤷ oikawa tooru ; regalia | ★✯ | one

⤷ kenma kozume ; stars in his eyes | ★✯ | one

JUJUTSU KAISEN.

⤷ megumi fushiguro ; darkroom chemicals (fluff ) | ★☆✯ | one

⤷ inumaki toge; sanctum (fluff) | ★✯ | one

⤷ inumaki toge ; last words of a shooting star | ★✯ | one

⤷ choso kamo ; laundry & taxes | ★ | one ; two

DEMON SLAYER.

⤷ the hashira ; where do the lost go / the weight of a name | ☆ |  one

ONE PUNCH MAN.

⤷ garou ; teach me how to be soft | ★☆ |  one

⤷ garou ; what the earth could not bury | ☆✯ |  one

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA.

⤷ tokoyami fushiguro ; kiss me (until my lips fall off ) | ★✯ | one

⤷ shinso hitoshi ; two feet to the left | ★✯ | one

⤷ shinso hitoshi ; silence of the mind | ★✯ | one

⤷ tenko shimura ; god please reveal me the truth | ☆✯ | one

⤷ touya todoroki ; bloody mary | ☆✯ | one

⤷ touya todoroki ; ego syntonic | ☆✯ | one

⤷ touya todoroki ; dead on arrival | ☆✯ | one

⤷ touya todoroki ; the spaces in between | ☆✯ | one

⤷ touya todoroki ; chronostasis | ☆✯ | one

⤷ touya todoroki ; cardinal sin | ★☆ | one ; two

⤷ touya todoroki ; dreamless in early graves | ★☆✯ | one

⤷ touya + shouto todoroki ; born a weapon | ★☆ | one ; two ; three ; four

⤷ touya todoroki ; when hell freezes over | ★☆✬ | one ; two ; three

⤷ touya todoroki ; born to die | ★☆✯✬ | one

⤷ touya todoroki ; you cried wolf, so i came running | ★☆✯✬ | one

⤷ touya todoroki ; 11:11 | ★☆✯✬ | one

⤷ touya todoroki ; rotten dog | ★☆✯✬ | one

⤷ touya todoroki ; cause and effect | ★☆✯✬ | one

[a-sound-sol]

too close for comfort / smau / masterlist

synopsis: stoner skate shop worker hitoshi shinsou begrudgingly signs up for tinder after his coworkers bully him about being single. enter y/n, an artsy rollerblader who catches his eye. little do they know, they're closer than they think.

quirkless au, crude language, kys jokes, awkward shinsou, f!reader, implied bisexual shinsou

a/n: hi!! this is my first proper series on here but i thought i'd offer a taglist if anyone wanted to be tagged in this! i'm working really hard on this!! ily all teehee

epilogue

part I

part II

part III

part IV

part V

part VI (bonus)

[mitsua]

Keys: 💌Fluff. ✉️Light angst. 📃Angst. 📖SPOILERS. 🎞️Comfort. 🎥Reverse comfort. 💬 Headcanons. 📼 Oneshot. 🖇 Series. 🖋️ Will write. 🖌️Editing.

Boku no Hero Academia

Multiple

𝟎𝟎𝟏 💬┃SO, DO I CLICK HERE? (izuku, shōto, katsuki) 💌 𝟎𝟎𝟐 💬┃ LOOK, IT'S US! (izuku, shōto, katsuki) 💌 𝟎𝟎𝟑 💬┃ YOU GOT GAMES IN YOUR PHONE? (izuku, shōto, katsuki) 💌 𝟎𝟎𝟒 💬┃SLEEPY? (eijiro, kaminari, hitoshi) 💌🖌️ 𝟎𝟎𝟓 💬┃ *SPLASH* (eijiro, kaminari, sero) 💌🖌️ 𝟎𝟎𝟔 💬┃ WOULD YOU LIKE SOME MORE? (shōta, kaminari, tamaki) 💌🖌️ 𝟎𝟎𝟕 💬┃ I LOVE YOU MORE (denki and hawks)💌🎞️ 🖌️ 𝟎𝟎𝟖 💬┃ FOOD SAYS IT ALL (iida, hitoshi, togata) 💌🎥🖌️ 𝟎𝟎𝟗 💬┃ PLEASE, SLEEP! (neito, izuku, momo) 💌🎞️🖌️ 𝟎𝟏𝟎 💬┃ OH, SO YOU LIKE THAT? (amajiki, togata, hadou) 💌🎞️🖌️ 𝟎𝟏𝟏 💬┃ PICNIC TIME! (shouta, takami) 💌🖌️ 𝟎𝟏𝟐 💬┃ BE CAREFUL! THAT HURTS! (tomura, dabi) 💌🎥🖌️ 𝟎𝟏𝟑 💬┃ DON'T LEAVE! (tomura, dabi) 💌🎥🖌️

Izuku Midoriya

𝟎𝟎𝟏 💬┃TIME FOR DESSERT! 💌🎥 𝟎𝟎𝟐 💬┃WORDS AIN'T ENOUGH 💌🎥 𝟎𝟎𝟑 📼┃REDAMANCY 🖌️ 𝟎𝟎𝟒 📼┃KOMOREBI 🖌️ 𝟎𝟎𝟓 📼┃ELEUTHEROMANIA 🖌️ 𝟎𝟎𝟔 📼┃SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME 🖌️ 𝟎𝟎𝟕 📼┃WE'RE BOTH SLEEPING ON THE COUCH 💌🖌️ 𝟎𝟎𝟖 💬┃MWAH! 💌🎥🖌️

Katsuki Bakugo

𝟎𝟎𝟏 🖇┃(UN)LUCKY 📃🖌️🖋️ 𝟎𝟎𝟐 📼┃SNOWY MORNING 💌🎞️🖌️ 𝟎𝟎𝟑 📼┃SAVE ME 💌✉️🖌️

Eijiro Kirishima

𝟎𝟎𝟏 🖇┃ VOWS ⟶ pt. 2 💌🎞️🎥🖌️

Tenya Iida

𝟎𝟎𝟏 📼┃RUSHING IN YOUR LOVE 💌🎥🖌️

Hanta Sero

𝟎𝟎𝟏 🖇┃MY KILLER & MY SAVIOUR 📃💌🎞️🎥🖌️ 𝟎𝟎𝟐 💬┃X PLANT LOVER READER 💌🎞️🖌️

Neito Monoma

𝟎𝟎𝟏 📼┃WHENEVER YOU NEED ME 💌🎞️🎥🖌️

Amajiki Tamaki

𝟎𝟎𝟏 💬┃REST 💌🎥🖌️ 𝟎𝟎𝟐 📼┃PRICELESS PICTURE 💌🖌️

Takami Keigo

𝟎𝟎𝟏 📼┃BIRDS OF A FEATHER 💌📃🖌️

Taglist: feel free to comment on this post or send an ask to be added on this taglist or type out which characters' you'd like to be updated about!

[jisokai]

bnha masterlist

♡ - series: healing my inner teenager (fics can be read standalone) #.tag | a.afterword | +.additions

sero hanta x reader

Out of the Old World | 5.7k | +. It’s a beautiful day in the garden, the peonies in full bloom and the sky a sea of swirling clouds, when a man falls from your roof. You’d think he’s cute—if he wasn’t convinced he’s from a different world.

All these stars, | 89k | #. | a. You always thought the circus was where you yearned to be. At least, until it finally let you in—and introduced you to Hanta Sero.

If it tastes like salt (you know you're home) | 8.1k mermaid AU: From a young age, Sero knew that he will never be truly alone. And yet he’s always longing for something.

At (y)our own pace | 14.2k | ♡ | suggestive Sero wants to make sure you know that it’s okay to go about intimacy however you need, at your own pace. It’s your journey, not anyone else’s. Given your previous relationships, it takes some getting used to.

Red Spell | 3.7k | NSFW You start your period one morning. Sero is a freak.

Wading for you | 20.9k | ♡ In the midst of an attack you are struck by a quirk that wipes away years of your memories. Sero has heard you talk about this teenage version of yourself, but never expected he would ever come to know them personally.

kirishima & sero x reader

Green Curse | 10.9k | ♡ Your friends care about you, much more than you think. Unfortunately it takes the worst possible first time trying weed for you to realize it.

uraraka ochako x toga himiko

Vampire Squid | WIP (writing) mermaid AU: Ochako’s earliest memory is a warning: to stay away from the ocean, and what lurks inside it.

drabbles

☀️ tattoo artist! sero x reader

🌙 tattoo artist! shinsou x reader

🌕 good cop/bad cop: dabihawks x reader [nsfw]

⚓ shelter me: kiribaku shelter AU

⚓ vampire squid: initial drabble for togachako mermaid AU

☁️ brother thoughts: shouto & touya

extra

brainstorming... shouto x reader Crazy Rich Asians AU

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MHA Masterlist

Multi

Reaction to their gf simping over their friends (smau)

Not number 1? Pt2 (smau)

Izuku Midoriya

Nothing here yet...

Katsuki Bakugo

Nothing here yet...

Shoto Todoroki

Nothing here yet...

Eijiro Kirishima

Nothing here yet...

Hitoshi Shinsou

Nothing here yet...

Denki Kaminari

Nothing here yet...

Hanta Sero

Nothing here yet...

Shota Aizawa

Nothing here yet...

Hawks/Keigo Takami

Nothing here yet...

Tamaki Amajiki

Nothing here yet...

Dabi/Touya Todoroki

Nothing here yet...

Tomura Shigaraki

Nothing here yet...

Neito Monoma

Nothing here yet...

[anathemaspeaks]

my hero academia

navi. -> my hero academia masterlist

welcome to my boku no hero academia masterlist! if you're looking for my spam posts or thirsts, search #anathema talks (for spam) or #anathema thirsts (for 18+ content). my main content will be under #anathema writes. enjoy! looking for my main? legend: ★ - contains smut ☆ - normal fic

all credits to the original artist of the banner, and @/cafekitsune for the divider!

shoto todoroki

☆ dandelion wishes - always the bridesmaid, never the bride - isn't that how the saying goes? my name is momo yaoyorozu, and in my case, it's true.

☆ bliss - you never expected to end up with pro-hero shoto todoroki, but your life has other plans in mind for you.

bakugou katsuki

☆ sweater weather - sometimes, all it takes is a chilly spring evening, pizza, and the lack of a sweater for the start of something new.

☆ pillow fight! - your explosive boyfriend and pillows. what could possibly go wrong?

[hopelesshaidys]

.·:*¨༺rulez༻¨*:·..·:*¨༺mlist༻¨*:·.

guide⁀➷

story - ✎

headcannon(s) - ♡

smau - ☆

smut - ᝰ.ᐟ

angst - ༄

fluff - 𝜗𝜚

┌──═━┈━═──┐

★ mini smau ★

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

that’s when-reader feels down - 𝜗𝜚༄

this is NOT the priv! pt. 1-includes kirishima & kaminari - 𝜗𝜚༄

this is NOT the priv! pt. 2-includes sero & bakugou - 𝜗𝜚༄

bakugou x american! reader - ♡𝜗𝜚

COMPLETED: wildest dreams - ★✎𝜗𝜚༄

bad for business - ✎𝜗𝜚

reader w/seraphim wings - ♡𝜗𝜚

your laugh is my cure - ✎𝜗𝜚

coming soon….

jump then fall - ✎𝜗𝜚༄

hype man! - ♡𝜗𝜚

coming soon….

skater boy - ✎𝜗𝜚

coming soon….

coming soon….

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My Hero Academia Masterlist

ღ shoto todoroki

blurbs

shopping w/ him

ღ eijiro kirishima

drabbles

‘helping’ him exercise

dying your hair

ღ denki kaminari

drabbles

denki being disturbing...

blurbs

dyeing a streak in your to match his

headcanons:

childhood best friends to lovers

ღ hitoshi shinso

nothing here yet </3

ღ tamaki amajiki

blurbs

him w/ an introvert reader

ღ tomura shigaraki

one shots

pink cat ear headphones

[winxanity-ii]

MULTI-SHIPS

╰❝𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓪 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓸.❞

🇰‌🇪‌🇾‌: 🔞 = smut | 🔥 = heated/spicy | ✿ = fluff | 🕷 = angst | ✰ = personal fav

FICS

𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 | ✰ | Various!Yandere!BNHA x Fem!Makima!Reader / My Hero Academia!AU ↴

𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you, the once powerful and feared Control Devil, find yourself surrounded by a world of heroes and villains, grappling with the decision to accept or deny your past.

ONE-SHOTS

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 | ✰ | Various!BNHA x Fem!Reader / My Hero Academia!AU

HEADCANONS

[maehara-san]

Something about the unknown.

[a/n: something random, do please enjoy. 🪐]

"Do you still miss him?"

Resting your chin on your open palm you looked away, staying quiet to avoid a question you did not know the answer to yet.

"Come on," your friend grabbed the empty chair and sat down in front of your desk. "It's been a month (name)―"

Placing your hands on your desk you rised abruptly from your seat. "You don't know what it's like to care about someone who deeply hurt you." Looking at your friend you added, "Please stop asking me when you don't fully understand how badly I'm hurting right now."

Your friend sighed, their lips parted ready to argue against you but opted not to.

You walked out of your classroom with crossed arms in front of your chest. The halls filled with students that paid no attention to what you were filling, wishing that you too did not having anything to worry about.

As you turned the corner to head down the stairs you saw your ex with another girl, her arm wrapped tightly around his own. Happily flirting as if nothing he always had been single with no trace of an ex.

"It's hard seeing him like that isn't it?" A voice spoke one you recognized well.

Your eyes wouldn't tear themselves away from the two people down at the bottom of the stairs. An ache rising again, you moved your hand to the front of your chest and squeeze your shirt tightly. Your knuckles turning white, hoping it would reach your heart to stop it from beating and feeling that hole deepening inside.

"He moved on too quickly, don't you think you deserve better than that?" He stepped closer to you. "Someone like Bakugo isn't capable of caring about someone else. He never has, there's a reason why he got rid of you so quickly."

There was hesitation within you, but you didn't stop yourself from asking.

"Why?..."

"Bakugo only got what he wanted from you, if he truly meant what he said he wouldn't be locking lips with another girl knowing well his ex is watching."

Truth and behold, he was right.

But damn did it feel horrible needing to face reality. You wanted to keep the hurt locked away, far away from your reach. Anything to make the ache a little less hard than it really was.

Angrily you wiped away the tears that formed in your eyes again.

"I should have listened―" you sniffled, feeling hatred for him and yourself for not seeing how things really were. "Damn it... damn it all!"

"You shouldn't have to keep waiting for someone that won't ever come back." He said.

"I'd do anything... to make sure that would happen." You clenched your jaw seeing the way his hand went to grace your arm, delicately.

"My offer still stands." He reminded you, "I dislike people like him who feel entitled."

"I'm not going to use you, Shinso." You shook your head looking at him with a tear stained face. "I wouldn't be able to hurt you like that."

"Who said you'll hurt me?" He playfully smirked, "I know what I'm getting myself into remember? I'm the one who's asking you."

Before you were able to tell him anything, Bakugo stopped at the top of the stairs looking at you, as your eyes stared at his arm wrapped around her waist.

"Don't you have anything else to do than follow me?"

"Who said she was following you?" Shinso stepped forward, glaring at him.

"How more obvious and pathetic can she be huh?!" He raised his voice staring down at him then at you. "Get over yourself! I'm done with you. Move on with your life will you? You're just asking people to pity you."

Your hands formed into tight fists, all you wanted was to slap that ridiculous look off from him. Those red orbs were only haunting you each time you closed your eyes, you were done. You had enough of him being the shadow that lingered over you each time you decided anything for yourself.

Bakugo wasn't the same person you first knew.

He was an egocentric asshole.

"Fuck you." Your voice held venom. "I don't need to loom over you and your side chick, Bakugo. I won't ever cry again for someone who doesn't give a hell about anyone but himself."

Pressing his tongue against the inside of his bottom lip, chuckling dryly.

"You're just mad that I dumped you―"

"No I'm actually relieved now that thanks to Shinso I finally opened my eyes to see you're not even worth crying two years over."

Which of course ticked him off even more.

Shinso couldn't help but laugh, "Damn coming from someone like (name) who rarely gets mad at someone you really went hit rock bottom, Bakugo."

"Shut up you purple hair trolled!" Bakugo yelled getting ready to throw a punch at him when Shinso surprised him by hitting him instead.

He staggered back holding his nose, "Y―you damn bastard!"

"Bakugo!" The girl exclaimed, rushing over to his side and screamed seeing blood was dripping from his nose. "You're an animal!"

"You're going to pay for this!"

"How?" Shinso confidently questioned as he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you in. "You already lost everything you had gained. (Name) is mine and the only thing you have is well... that." He pointed at the chick next to him, "Not to mention in a real fight I'm pretty sure I'll be the one with less injuries."

"You're out here talking crap about me leaving you when you already with him!" Bakugo pointed at him. "You're a fucking hypocrite."

Shinso smirked, holding your chin with his thumb and index finger. He pulled you in quickly, taking you off guard as his lips connect with yours.

Your eyes widened, lips frozen as he you felt his soft plumps lips against your own. Slowly your eyes started to close and you began to copy his moves, kissing him back.

A noise of disgust could be heard but you didn't know if it was Bakugo's or the girl's.

You were too occupied by the way his hand moved down to hold the side of your neck, as his thumb rested on the bottoms part of your cheek.

He deepens the kiss, forgetting about the problem at hand. Shinso was already in too deep to pull away now, becoming addicted with the way you tasted, the way you felt.

Your hands came up to rest on his waist, ignoring the light of wariness in your brain going off. All you knew was that you didn't want to stop.

"What the hell is going on here?"

You breathed heavily as your lips parted from one another, seeing your teacher Mr. Aizawa standing there looking at the four of you.

"This fucking extra hit me that's what!" Bakugo yelled.

Shinso being the unbothered person he was responded with a monotone. "You're still here? I thought you would have left by now."

"You little!―"

Aizawa pulled Bakugo back away from Shinso and you.

"You're all coming with me." He announced, "Now."

"But he was the one who hit him first!―" the girl tried to put the blame on him but he ignored her.

"I don't care who started what." He sternly said looking back and forth at each of you. "You four are coming with me, you are equally to balme here."

"This isn't fair!" She whined.

He rolled his eyes and pushed them both to start walking.

"This is stupid!" Bakugo retorted.

Shinso and you made your way downstairs to the teachers staff room.

You were too flustered to even look at him or say anything, only complied with the directions that your teacher gaved you.

He of course noticed this and quietly slipped his hand into yours.

Looking down you saw his fingers were tightly intertwined with yours, and looked at him shyly.

Shinso offered you a soft smile, making you blush even more all the way to the staff room.

"Quite blushing, you look like a damn tomato." Aizawa said as he let you guys in first into the room.

[univvrse]

masterlist

my ao3

unfinished series:

my hero academia:

we're in all the magazines:

chapter 1 - chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4 - chapter 5 - chapter 6 - chapter 7 - chapter 8 - chapter 9

completed series:

my hero academia:

the coven-

chapter 1 - chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4 - chapter 5 - chapter 6 - chapter 7 - chapter 8 - chapter 9 - chapter 10 - chapter 11 - chapter 12 - chapter 13 - chapter 14 - chapter 15 - chapter 16 - chapter 17 - chapter 18

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Class 1A

Izuku Midoriya

A Hero's Heart

Ktsuki Bakugo

Shoto todoroki

Denki Kaminari

Eijiro Kirishima

Male Ochoa Uraraka

Male Momo Yaoyorozu

Male Mina Ashido

Male Kyoka Jiro

Male Tsuyu Asui

Class 1B

Neito Monoma

Male Itsuka Kendo

Male Ibara Shiozaki

The Big Three

Mirio Togata

Tamaki Amajiki

Male Nejire Hado

Class 1C

Hitoshi Shinso

Pro Heroes

Enji Todoroki

Keigo Takami

Shota Aizawa

Hizashi Yamada

Toshinori Yagi

Male Rumi Usagiyama

Male Nana Shimura

Male Nemuri Kayama

Villains

Tenko Shimura Tomura Shigaraki

Oboro Shirakumo Kurogiri

Toya Todoroki Dabi

Atsuhiro Sako Mr. Compress 

Male Himko Toga

Others

Natsuo Todoroki

Yo shindo

Inasa Yoarashi

Older Kota Izumi

Male Melissa Shield

Male Mei Hatsume

Male Fuyumi Todoroki

Male Camie Utsusimi

Male Saiko Intelli

Male Older Eri