#so basically what all these tags say is do not read because momo is just word vomiting and working through her bs

[spark-lapis]

Hi! Ritsu's propaganda submitter here. What would you say is the best way to get into kagepro? Your propaganda made me curious^_^

OH WOW THANK YOU !!! and for the kind tags on your reblog too!!

to be entirely honest kagepro is a bit of a Mess and I'm a pretty casual (and old) fan of it, I haven't even caught up at all since like 2017-- this post (embedded below) has a really good comprehensive explanation of the situation!

basically it started as a series of plot-linked vocaloid songs, which is what I'm most familiar with! then there's also a manga (Kagerou Daze) and anime (Mekakucity Actors) and apparently novels too???

the anime (in my opinion) is basically only supplementary to the rest of it; the real heart of the series is the songs, but I read the manga online on one of those free translation websites back in the day and I definitely enjoyed that at the time as well!!

I don't usually post with links on the tumblr app so I have no idea if tumblr is embedding everything correctly, but this is Kano's character song that i mentioned in the propaganda!! It's an absolute classic and I highly recommend it! (And, due to being a classic, there's tons and tons of interesting vocal covers and such as well!)

most fanmade guides I've seen tend to consistently recommend starting with the songs and, if you do watch the anime, to do it dead last (otherwise it's deeply confusing because they don't really. like. explain anything that's happening. in the anime. basically it doesn't work very well as a standalone), but past that it's kind of a free for all.

as for what songs to start with, searching "kagepro" on YouTube turns up plenty of playlists to take your pick from!! after looking over a few of them I think this is probably the closest to my original experience (embedded below again since apparently Tumblr mobile is weird about in-text links) but ultimately kagepro is a bit more like a Jumble of Characters and Ideas than an actual chronological Plotline, especially since a lot of these songs are actually new and I don't even recognize them! (from what I've heard there is a chronological plot but there's lots of canon time-fuckery and rewinds and loops and routes and it's a whole mess.)

the really Classic songs that I personally recommend the most and consider the heart of the series, in my recommended order (sorted so songs with related characters are grouped together, with my personal favorite songs in bold), are:

Kagerou Days (Hibiya), Konoha's State of The World (Konoha), Children Record (basically the whole main cast), Ayano's Happiness Theory (Ayano, Kido&Kano&Seto), Toumei Answer (Shintaro&Ayano), Lost Time Memory (Shintaro), Kisaragi Attention (Momo), Otsukimi Recital (Momo&Hibiya), Imagination Forest (Mary), Shounen Brave (Seto, Mary), Yobanashi Deceive (Kano), Mekakushi Code (Kido), Yuukei Yesterday (Takane, Haruka), Headphone Actor (Takane), Outer Science (Saeru&Mary), Summertime Record (also the whole main cast; this is the good end I think)

after spending so much time thinking about this and typing it up I actually just went and put together a playlist in this order! especially because the titles differ slightly by translation and there's SO MANY covers that it's really hard to figure out what's the original version if you aren't already familiar with it. this is the playlist I picked the videos from if you are interested in more than just the classics, too!

SPEAKING OF COVERS !! this is a playlist of english covers for most of the really classic songs, and this is a half hour long english cover for a guitar medley of a lot of those same songs!! and this is by far my favorite cover ever for Outer Science, which i just. love how it sounds so much.

SORRY IF THIS IS ALREADY OVERWHELMING i just like to be really thorough if possible!!!! thank you for your interest and best of luck to your blorbo in the competition as well !!!!!! and absolutely feel free to reach out if there's any more questions or curiosities!!

TLDR is basically that I recommend checking out playlists of the songs and fanmade pvs, and/or the manga (under the name Kagerou Daze)! unlike the anime, the manga DOES seem somewhat understandable on its own, but I found it much more fun to read after already knowing about the characters from the songs!!

[silver-weasel]

Lonely Together (Bakugou x Reader)

Pairing : Bakugou x fem!reader (aged-up characters)

Rating : E, 18+

Tags : smut, introvert!reader, p*rn with a bit of plot, p*rn with feelings (ig?), both Baku and reader being bratty little fucks, him talking like a sailor because it’s OOC if he’s not

Word count : 7734 [AO3]

Summary : Mina is having a birthday party tonight. You're a bit reluctant but you're going anyway, you promised after all. You do have one good reason to be there though. Maybe even more than you think.

A/N : Thank you again @hoe-doroki​ for beta reading <3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT - 18+ ONLY

“So, you’re all still coming tonight, right?” Mina asked.

Your mind went blank when you saw everyone nodding, and you only gave big round eyes and an ‘o’-shaped mouth as an unspoken answer to Mina's question. Then, she addressed you directly:

“You didn’t forget, did you?” Mina’s eyebrows raised up to her hairline, though the look in her eyes told you she expected this. Well, she should by now.

“I actually never heard about this,” you retorted with a deadpan look.

“You said you were coming yesterday!” Her irritated voice hit a few notes higher like it always does when she’s upset.

“Did I? Huh…” You silently cursed your auto-pilot mode (the one that activates as soon as your mind drifts away from the crowd), so sharp it even answers the questions you’re asked without your say-so now. “I’ll be there, Mina, don’t worry,” you added with a smile you hope looks reassuring enough.

“You better! At least, he’ll be there.”

“There you go again,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes in exasperation.

“Took me forever to get him to say yes,” she continued, shamelessly ignoring your consternation. “That guy’s such a pain in the ass.”

You’ve been sitting there on the edge of your bed for a while now, still wrapped in a fluffy towel with your hair dripping on your bare shoulders. The image of your overflowing dresser starts to blur, your vision handing the reins to your anxious mind.

What the fuck am I gonna wear? I didn’t even get my bare minimum of three days of mental preparation for this.

Ever since your UA years, Mina always tried so hard to make sure you and Bakugou, Class A’s official certified introverts, got your asses dragged into every stupid party the class was throwing. She never managed to do anything about the both of you always being the first two to leave, though.

It’s been a while since you’ve last seen Bakugou, or any other boy from the class for that matter. Being dispatched to a lot of different agencies, and having impossible schedules, you all get very few occasions to meet outside of work. Tonight, Mina’s birthday, is one of these occasions.

You find yourself impatient to see him. Sure, your interactions have always remained basic: a quick glance exchanged while crossing paths in the hallways of UA, or the usual polite greetings (from your part at least, more of a short grunt from his) the few times you’ve seen him at work. But every single one of these interactions left a significant mark on you.

After a while of staring into space, cursing every single piece of clothing you own, you finally settle for a simple black dress with thin straps that hugs your body just right and falls right above your ankles. It’s comfortable, flattering enough and doesn’t require a bra underneath. It’ll have to do for tonight. You also grab some of your favorite panties: some classic shaped, cotton, white and soft blue striped ones with a little blue bow. Nothing fancy, but very cute, and oh well, fuck—sexy. You’re sick of spending these parties walking funny because you’ve got a stupid piece of lace rubbing on places it shouldn’t be rubbing.

You text Momo when you’re finally ready. She and Kyouka come to pick you up in front of your house fifteen minutes later. It’s about a thirty minute drive, and everyone’s already there when you arrive. The entirety of class A is here—that’s rare—along with a few other people from UA.

Mina rented a beach house for her birthday because she’s that extra. A good part of her salary went to this and now she can’t eat anything but ramen for the next two months. You should know because you’re the one person she rants on and on about it to.

The sun’s only beginning to set and you take a second to take the view in. Almost everyone is outside on the patio, either sitting at a table or leaning against the railing. In front of the house there isn’t any path, any trees—nothing but sand and blue water as far as the eye can see, shining under the last rays of sunlight.

Soon enough, Momo and Jirou peel away from you and you’re standing alone, quite awkwardly, in the middle of the patio. You spot Ochako waving to you as if throwing you a lifeline—it sure feels like it. She’s sitting at a table outside with Midoriya, Iida and Todoroki. You greet everyone and sit next to the latter, trying to catch up with the conversation. Ochako is relating her patrol adventures from today, a story you already heard back at training. Everyone is listening with attention, especially Midoriya, his bright eyes widening in fascination. He’s being his usual straight-up fanboy, looking at her like she’s found the cure to cancer. From here, it’s hard to believe he’s the only hero from your generation to have already reached the top 10.

Well, one of the only two. It was only a matter of time until you found yourself looking for the other. You don’t search for long; you soon find him perched on the patio railing, about as focused on the conversation around him as you are. Conversation isn’t exactly the right word for what’s going on, though—namely Kaminari, already half-wasted, flaunting his shenanigans in front of equally drunk Kirishima and Sero laughing ear-splittingly. Bakugou is looking at the sea, his beer from before still in his hand since he barely drank half of it.

He’s wearing dark jeans and a black button-up shirt with his sleeves rolled up his forearms, and his hair its usual explosive mess. The half-drunk beer in his hand seems to have been there for a while now. Just as handsome as ever—even more, actually. His features are relaxed, his gaze deeply focused, half on the sun setting on the sea before him, half on whatever is going on through his mind. He looks so calm, far from the Tasmanian devil you used to know back at UA. Well, he still has his feral moments, but he’s grown a lot. The sad thing is, you’re not sure the others have been as observant as you are.

It’s been a while since you last saw him. Seeing his face, more than anyone here, causes a lot of things to surge back from the depths of your memories: the peculiar color of the leaves on this one tree just outside your classroom, that you were stubbornly fixated on  in order not to stare at him in the middle of class and get Aizawa to make some embarrassing remark about it. The consistent hubbub in the cafeteria hiding your flustered attempts at bringing an end to Mina’s teasing giggles and wiggling eyebrows. The smell of sweat in the hallway of UA’s gym after training, watching him enter the boys locker rooms, not even waiting to be fully inside to take his shirt off.

It’s only when he turns his gaze towards you that you realize you were very much staring at him in a very creepy way. His crimson eyes lock with yours for only a paralyzing second before you break the contact, feeling like you could die from just the heat creeping up your cheeks and your entire face.

God...what am I, fifteen again?

You’re saved by the bell in the form of Mina proudly (and quite vociferously) declaring her legendary cocktail ready for consumption.

It’s not far from 2AM when your social abilities reach their limit. Everyone relocated in the living-room at some point. You’re having fun, the music’s nice, your friends are—well, true to themselves: Mina, Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero and Tooru are dancing their lives out in the middle of the spacious living room. Kyouka, Momo, Iida and Todoroki are chatting at a table while Ochako is using her quirk on Midoriya so she can drag him on the dancefloor, despite his polite protestations and his face reaching a disturbing shade of red.

But you find yourself craving quiet, some precious calm and peace, and your legs head outside with a mind of their own. The air is cool, feels relieving against your skin, still hot from the oppressive atmosphere inside. You wander around the now completely empty patio. The thumps of your shoes against the hardwood floor can be heard over the distant hubbub inside, the strong beat of music and your friends’ drunken laughter. You reach the creaking stairs leading down to the beach and you just stand there for a moment, alone with this gigantic drink Ochako forced into your hands ten minutes ago, that you still haven’t dared to taste. 

Your eyes take a few seconds adjusting to the obscurity of the beach, contrasting with the bright lights on the patio behind you. You can barely hear the comforting white noise of waves over the music, but you can still appreciate the dark, beautiful view of the moonlight reflecting on the sea. Taking a deep breath, your gaze drifts on the vast expanse of the beach and soon spots a figure sitting in the sand on the right. You don’t even need to see his face; you know he got tired of the party long before you did.

You take off your shoes and pad down the stairs. The sand is cool now, far from the scorching heat of the day, and you enjoy the feel of your toes sinking into its chilly embrace. When you reach him, he hasn’t noticed your presence yet. You just stand there for a second, unsure of what exactly you intended when you walked down those stairs and directly towards him. Maybe he wants to be alone. Maybe there’s a reason why he’s sitting there all by himself, away from the crowd. But your inhibitions don’t get the chance to stop you before you speak:

“Enjoying some fresh air?”

Maybe it’s just about escaping from the heat inside. Maybe it’s about escaping more than that. You’re not even sure yourself, but you trust him to understand anyway. He turns around and looks up at you, his piercing eyes unusually round: you can tell he’s surprised to see you, specifically. He was probably expecting pretty much anyone else to come bother him: Kirishima, Mina, Kaminari, even Midoriya. He’s still looking up at you but doesn’t say anything, so you ask with a bit of hesitancy in your tone:

“Can I join?”

“Sure. Whatever,” he says in his usual flat tone before turning back around.

You crouch and sit cross-legged next to him, setting your shoes down next to you. Neither of you talk for a while. The party sounds distant behind you now, only a slight disruption in the silence and over the soothing sound of the light waves eating up the sand. You’re sipping your cocktail mindlessly, basking in the dark expanse of the sea, calm and unmoving. You’re a bit startled when, unexpectedly, he breaks the silence first:

“How’s the cocktail?”

“Tastes like shit,” you answer with a quiet laugh. He gives out a low chuckle before taking a sip of his beer.

“Raccoon Eyes has very few talents and mixology is not one of them.”

“I don’t even know if we can call it that. She just grabbed the first few things she could lay her hand on, mixed it, drowned it all in alcohol and called it a cocktail.”

He chuckles again, and there’s another silence. You add as an afterthought:

“Our ungrateful asses are still lucky there’s someone like her to keep the class together despite our adult lives, so we don’t lose—” you make a random gesture behind you, pointing at the loud mass that is your group of friends, “—this.”

“This is some fucking noisy mess, though.”

You grin, looking down at your toes wiggling and burying into the sand. “Hm. Knew you’d say something like that.”

“So you’re saying I’m predictable?” He’s looking at you for the first time since he spoke first, his right eyebrow raised up in challenge.

“I don’t know. A little bit?” You’re feeling reckless and prepare to get your head blown off. But he’s not so predictable, this time, because he just lets out a brief snicker and turns his eyes back to the sea.

“Tch. Little shit.”

Another silence.

“I really love them. But sometimes, I really enjoy the calm too.” You shoot a glance at the others through the open doors and catch Momo talking with Todoroki. “Momo seems to be having fun, I don’t want to bother her.”

“What, you came with Ponytail?”

“Yeah, but I don’t wanna be a pain,” you say, resigned. “I can wait a few hours.”

“Oh, so you little weakling can’t walk home by yourself?” he scoffs.

“12 miles. That’s a pretty long walk,” you answer in a flat tone.

“Are you a hero or not?”

“What does that have to do with anythi—”

“Jesus, if it’s a ride home you want, all your dumb ass has to do is ask,” he says, rising up and rubbing the sand off his pants. You’re still seated, looking up at him dumbstruck.

“I didn’t think you’d say yes.”

”What kind of asshole do you think I am?”

“A huge one?” you answer fearlessly while rising. You’re now standing, but he’s still towering over you, shooting you a chilling look. You catch a sparkle of bright red when the patio lights hit the side of his eye.

“Careful, sweetheart, I can still let you walk home by yourself.” His deep voice echoes through your entire being and you feel heat coat your cheeks at the unusual nickname. You glance over at the house with a quiet gulp.

“You think we can sneak out of this before they see us?”

“It’s doable. We can go through these bushes over there,” he points at a brambly path skirting the house, “and set our drinks on the patio on the way so Raccoon Eyes doesn’t give us shit about it later.”

“But I’m gonna ruin my dress!” you whine.

He doesn’t say anything, just raises a scornful eyebrow, then turns around with his hands in his pockets and strides towards the bushes. You scramble behind him, only now noticing the heat has yet to leave your cheeks, and probably won’t any time soon.

You both stay silent for the entire ride. He doesn’t put any music on, and you don’t mind; you’re almost grateful for it. It doesn’t feel awkward—it’s quite the opposite. You appreciate being able to enjoy the calm of the night, the purring of the engine and the night breeze on the skin of your forearm resting on the window.

Everything feels in place. You enjoy the comforting quiet of him, and you suppose he enjoys yours. You turn your head slightly so you can take a little look at him without being too obvious. You feel privileged to catch a glimpse of what he’s like when he’s alone: silent, his features relaxed, neutral. It’s a bit strange to witness but still feels very much like him. You know this is just a part of him he usually tries to conceal.

His eyes are on the road, but he seems to be somewhere else. You wonder what he’s thinking. You’re not discreet enough; he must have felt your eyes on him so he turns to look at you for a brief moment, though keeping his focus on the road. You feel your face heat up in shame and only hope he doesn’t think you’re some kind of creep. There you are, acting all flustered at a boy looking at you like some fourteen year old with a crush.

Half of this is true, though; you’ve had a crush on him for as long as you’ve known him. But damn. In the dark of the night, with the wind ruffling his hair, he looks surreal. His profile is a whole piece of art. He doesn't face you but his eyes...he looks focused. On everything really, not just driving. Focused on life, always thinking, never taking a minute to rest. His nose has this cute curve you want to nip at so bad. His mouth looks so kissable when it’s not twisted in some kind of tantrum he feels like throwing. You turn your eyes to the night sky before he catches you staring again. It’s magnificent—the moon shines bright along with so many stars above the passing trees and still you don’t feel like looking at the stars right now.

You’re gently pulled back to reality when you leave the countryside road and enter the residential area you live in, just outside the city. More and more street lamps line up the road down the hill. You go through the last few blocks before your street and you have to guide him since he’s never come to your place.

He finally parks in front of your little house. Your street is barely lit, the dense trees filtering most of the city lights. When he turns down the engine, you shift to look at him. He’s looking back at you, half-turned to face you.

You should thank him and get out of his car, go home, lock the door behind you and go to sleep. Alone. So you don’t really grasp why you don’t do that—the idea just feels wrong.

You stay still in your seat, trying to think of something to say but nothing comes. He doesn’t say anything either, just looks back at you. He’s so unreadable, but for a second, just a second, you catch a glimpse of something in his eyes. You want to believe it’s desire, but you’re not quite sure. You’re not sure of what’s going on in his mind.

However, you are sure of a few other things: you’re sure you’ve been pining for him for almost a decade now. You’re sure he’s not gonna be a huge dick if he ends up rejecting you. You’re sure he looks absolutely breathtaking here, in the dark of the night with a thin ray of light backlighting his beautiful features. And you’re definitely, desperately sure you want to kiss him right now.

So you do. Without thinking, you lean towards him and take his lips in yours.

Although you made the first move, it instantly feels like he’s the one kissing you, and you’re greedily taking all he has to offer. The kiss is slow, but passionate nonetheless: he dominates you immediately without even trying. He tastes a bit like beer, but mostly like those hot, sweet pastries you wait all year round to eat at Christmas, coated with cinnamon and with a meltingly soft caramel core. Maybe it’s his quirk, maybe it’s because you always imagined—always wanted him to taste like this. Nothing could have prepared you for the real deal though.

He sucks at your lower lip like it’s candy, giving it a soft lick and you open your mouth for him to take over. His tongue brushes yours gently at first, then more boldly. Before you know it, your mouth is all claimed territory, all his to do whatever he pleases with. You try to keep up, nipping a bit at his lip, and when he groans low in your mouth, that’s when you realise your hands moved with a mind of their own: one to grip his shirt tight, the other to grab the hair at his nape. Your nails scratch a bit there, and a high-pitched whimper escapes you when he reaches up to do the same.

The position is quite awkward since you’re leaning above the gearshift, but you can only think about the heat that overwhelms you: the heat of the summer air around you. The heat of his lips, of his breath crushing against yours. The heat seizing your cheeks all the way to your ears because, although you’ve saved so many people and fought so many villains, you’ve never been this brave in your entire life. The heat creeping in the most intimate depths of your body at the feel of his tongue taking over your entire being. And fuck, do you want him to take everything of and about you; you’re willing to give it all to him.

You only notice your world felt so full when it feels empty again as he parts from you. He backs away slowly, not all of a sudden, taking the time to take you in, to light some embers and throw them on your soul without any mercy.

Wow, you’ve never felt that empty of intelligence, he really kissed you dumb. Apparently you can only act on instinct instead of reason tonight, so you don’t take a second to think before asking:

“You wanna come inside?”

There’s a silence. A long silence. The longest of your entire life, probably. He just looks at you, doesn’t say a word, and you want a hole to appear and swallow you. Clearly there’s something in his eyes, and maybe you could grasp it if you really looked. But you don’t want to, you’ve embarrassed yourself enough for tonight. So you just babble:

“Hum, please forget I asked. Thanks for the ride. See ya!”

You scramble out of the car and slam the door, your eyes furiously fixed on the ground. It’s a second slam of a door that makes you look up. He’s out and rounds the car with his hands in his pockets, only to stop next to you without leaving your gaze.

“Lead the way,” he says with a slight nod towards your front door.

You do as you’re told, and he’s towering right behind you when you reach the door to your house. You can feel his body heat ghost over your back, overwhelming as you fumble with your keys for a second. You finally open, enter first and hold the door for him, his sweet smell a whiplash effect on your face when he brushes your shoulder on his way in. You close the door, drop your bag there on the floor and you both take a few seconds to take your shoes off. When you turn around, he’s facing you, his hands stuffed back in his pockets and his intimidating gaze fixed on you.

“So, do you…want a drink or something?” you stutter with a weak smile.

You only get a sly smirk for an answer, and he edges towards you until your back hits the door. He’s never been that close to you. You’re not even sure anyone has ever been that close to you. You feel deliciously trapped, gently cornered against your door. It sucks the oxygen right out of your lungs, the way he’s crowding your space like his own.

He finally digs one hand out of his pocket and his fingers reach up to graze your cheek, your jaw, then lock around your chin. A soft but firm hold on what’s left of your inhibitions. You would look him in the eyes if you weren’t so obsessed with his lips and the way they slightly part while he’s watching you fall apart for him.

He’s the one joining your mouths this time. He must feel your heart beating against his lips at this point, because you sure can feel it try to escape your chest through your throat.

He’s a bit rougher now; still slow, but pushes and pulls against and off your lips in a series of glorious little noises. You can taste a bit of beer in his mouth, but it’s his exquisite scent that’s engulfing your entire world right now; it’s all over you, it makes you feel his. It’s not so much his cologne but the way his skin seizes it to create something new, something sweet. It makes your head spin in all the best ways.

You’re beginning to understand why he’s been keeping his hands in his pockets obstinately. Now they’re everywhere, running all over you with a sense of urgency, like he’s been keeping himself from doing this for way too long. One grabs the back of your neck, thumbing at the skin right under your ear, moves down your shoulder, your arm, and back up again. He rests the other at your hip, heads lower then; exploring your thigh, clenching tight around the fabric of your dress, holding it up above your knee. A shiver races up your spine when the skin of his hand finally meets that of your thigh. Eventually remembering that you also have hands, and that it’s about time you start using them, you hold onto his shoulders, clutching and creasing the dark fabric of his shirt in your fingers.

You can feel his strength caging you whole, pushing you harder against the door.  You can’t escape, as if you would ever want to. It sends a flash of electricity down between your legs and pulls a pleased moan out of you. You can feel him smirk against your mouth. He breaks the kiss, only to whisper low against your lips: 

“Eager, are we, sweetness?”

You mostly feel embarrassed, but God do you love it when he talks to you like this—it makes you feel weak, makes you want to get down on your knees for him. He doesn’t need to know that though.

“Shut up,” you just retort with a grin, before grabbing him by the hair and pulling him down to crash against your lips again. You don’t really know who devours the other, but his tongue caressing the roof of your mouth is driving you crazy. He breaks the kiss again and has you whining in impatience, but he’s not going far, just looks you in the eyes while your foreheads join and your noses brush, your panting breaths crashing against each other’s mouth.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

You barely get the time to nod in the general direction of your room before he lifts you up on his shoulder like you weigh nothing, without the slightest bit of gentleness. You let out a squeal of surprise, soon followed by a laugh, your head hanging by the small of his back. You can at least enjoy the nice round view of his ass in his perfectly fitting jeans, it’s a win-win.

“That’s no way to treat a lady, you know.”

“Shut up, I’m a fucking gentleman,” he snarls.

Reaching the footboard of your bed, he throws you on it with just as much elegance. You bounce on the mattress with a giggle, which doesn’t last when he crawls over you like a starving feline.

He takes over your lips again, dominating you with so much ease you’re starting to wonder if he wasn’t born to be on top of you, breaking you apart. He lets his lips drag over to your jaw, your neck, a gentle smooth over your sensitive skin. He bites and licks and sucks like a starved man, and you can’t help but moan under his sweet ministrations. He’s nipping at your ear, groaning directly into it when you finally put your hands at use.

You start with the first button of his shirt but take your time all the way down. You revel in this incredible feeling of undressing Bakugou Katsuki, pro-hero Dynamight, like you would unwrap a stunning Christmas gift. You indulge yourself with the teasing brush of your knuckles and fingertips against his scorching hot skin. You feel the muscles clench there, and he blesses you with a little noise in your ear, somewhere between a groan and a moan. You don’t know what that is, but fuck do you want to hear it again.

His skin is now free and all yours to run your hands flat on, over his abs and all the way up to his chest. You can feel his impressive strength resonate against the delicate skin of your hands—it’s mesmerizing. He swifts away from you and gets up on his knees to whip off his shirt and throw it in some corner of your room. Soon he’s back on you and delves straight into your neck, pushes a thin strap of your dress down your shoulder and grazes his lips over your collarbone. 

His hand strokes the length of your leg and gently rides your dress higher and higher up your thigh. A little detail pops at the back of your mind like a fierce whiplash and you flinch a bit under him, which makes him freeze right away.

“What is it?” He sounds unsure now, has this look in his eyes like a kid who’s broken something fragile. “You know I can stop if you’re not comfortable with this,” he says with a frown, carefully backing up and away from you.

“No, it’s not that—I really want this!” you reassure him—the last thing you want is to stop this. “I just didn’t think we were gonna…you know—”

“We were gonna what?” he teases with a crooked smirk, amused by your embarrassment. You choose to ignore both his question and the heat pooling deep in your belly at his puckish voice.

“Hum. You know…My underwear is not exactly what you would expect.”

The look on his face shifts utterly. His red, hypnotizing eyes go round and his lips part a bit in what seems to be confusion. It’s strange to see his angular features curve in such a childish expression.

“The fuck? That’s what this is about?” He’s dumbfounded, his voice reaching a bit higher than usual. Now you’re not even sure why you were anxious in the first place. “I don’t give a flying shit about your underwear. Don’t give me this self-conscious bullshit, I’m not having any of that. Now if you want me to stop, all you have to do is say it.” You don’t even think before you answer, you don’t have to.

“No, I don’t want you to stop.”

“Good.”

He dives down on you to kiss you again so you can focus on his lips when his hand pulls your dress all the way up your waist. The fabric dragging against your skin leaves shivers in its wake. He parts away to take a look at you, and stays up on his knees in silence, fixing your waist and your underwear for a solid ten seconds. You inhale quietly, you want to say something, but he cuts you right off:

“No, shut up. You’re hot as fuck. And this?” He hooks a finger in the elastic of your underwear, “this is so fucking cute.”

His fingertips trail over the cotton fabric of your panties right below your clit and he might as well have set you on fire. The air is fresh at night and still you feel like you’re floating near the sun right now. His hand brushes up your waist as he leans down and kisses your stomach, your dress riding up with his every action.

The hem slides up past the bound of your breasts, and he doesn’t seem surprised to note you weren’t wearing any bra. Maybe he noticed earlier in the night, maybe he’s attentive to this kind of detail. The idea of him imagining what you’re wearing—or not wearing—underneath your dress makes you feel giddy; you only want to answer all the questions he might have been asking himself, to show him everything he’s willing to know about you.

He takes one of your breasts in his huge hand and drags his soft lips back up to kiss your neck, not even bothering to take your dress fully off. You moan quietly, feeling him kissing all his way back down to your underwear. Soon enough, there isn’t a single part of your torso, from your neck to the hem of your panties, that he hasn’t touched with his lips. He’s gotta taste everything, every bit of you, like he’s in front of an all-you-can-eat buffet.

When he reaches your panties again, he shoots you a challenging look, an unspoken ‘don’t you dare get embarrassed’. He spreads your thighs wider and delves face first between your legs. You can’t repress the breathy gasp that escapes you when you feel his teeth close around the drenched fabric—his nose hitting your clit while at it—and pull your panties down your thighs by the mouth, until the angle of your spread legs prevents him from going further. He finishes off with his actual hands and you can’t help but burst out laughing at his—peculiar—way of undressing you.

“Oh my God,“ you try to speak clearly but you’re laughing a bit too hard to articulate properly. “Who does that?”

“Fuck you. That’s how much I love your panties,” and his actions say the exact opposite as he throws the miserable piece of cotton to some corner of your room without giving it a second look.

“You’re an animal,” you giggle, trying hard to catch your breath.

He doesn’t laugh with you, of course he doesn’t, but the little amused grin it still elicits from him warms your body in all sorts of places. It makes you want to nip at this little grin so bad. You sit up and you’re now facing him, the both of you standing on your knees.

You make a show of shedding your dress over your head and let it slip down your arm to crash on the floor. You’re fully nude in front of him, only covered by the warm, tender embrace of his gaze wandering all over you. He stays quiet while he devours you just with his eyes. You get a bit closer to him, until your noses brush and your foreheads join, never breaking eye contact. His body heat is back all over you, devastating, all-consuming.

He hisses a bit, his gorgeous face tensing in a light frown as you drag your hands down the gorgeous valleys of his abs, scratching your nails a bit there. You trail down to his belt, unbuckling it easily, and zip his fly down. He lets go of you for a second so he can get rid of his pants and boxers in one go. You don’t get the chance to see much before he’s right back against you; his hands circle the small of your back in a swift move and he pulls you urgently against his chest.

It’s almost violent the way your bodies collide, like two waves crashing against each other. Once again, his hands are all over you. Yours return the favor all too gladly. The way he touches you makes you think he regrets having only two hands. They graze over your stomach, a featherlight touch at first. Slide up your sides and back down, then up again. On your breasts, squeezing there. Circling your back, grabbing your nape, a little too firmly, but he doesn’t seem to even notice. He’s way too caught up in the feel of you. And you’re way too caught up in the feel of him, crowding your entire universe like there’s nothing on this dumb planet that matters aside from his hands on you, his mouth on yours, and his cock trapped between you two.

And God, his cock—you can feel it, hot and swelled and impressive, starting to rut against you because he needs you that bad. You moan at the feeling, grabbing his hair and pulling a bit, but still pushing him harder against your needy, growing whiny mouth. You manage to slip a hand between you two and you don’t even recognize yourself when you grab his cock without any hesitation. Your hand slides down easily as you start to stroke up and down cause he’s drooling pre-cum abundantly by now.

“Ngh, fuck—” He groans like a predator, like he’s not the one with his dignity wrapped up in your pretty little hand.

You move slowly, making the most of it while you can play with him a bit, while he lets you. But Katsuki is not one to let anyone have the upper hand. You know it, he knows it, and you both know it was only a matter of seconds before he would claim his due.

His hand crawls down your core and a single finger parts your dripping folds. He’s nipping at your ear, panting in it as he teases your clit, drawing a loud moan out of you. He’s painfully slow, dragging his tongue on the shell of your ear as he enters you with one finger. It makes your hand still on his cock, and as soon as you become aware of that, you stroke him faster.

Now it’s not a stupid competition, you can assure it’s not. But it damn well looks like one. His finger works wonders in you and is soon joined by another. His thumb is merciless on your clit, he’s got you dripping all over his wrist, curling his two fingers inside like he just knows it’ll drive you insane. And it does. You even feel the bastard smirk against your jaw when you let a long, loud moan of his name escape your swollen lips.

You grab his jaw with your free hand and crush your lips on his, capturing his bottom lip between your teeth and pulling. Looking straight into his eyes as you do, watching his precious guard crumble down when you slide your thumb on his tip repeatedly, and he lets out a drawn-out groan before grabbing your wrist.

“Stop.”

You can’t suppress this teasing grin that stretches your face at that.

“Too much for you already, big boy?”

A second later you don’t grin anymore. You feel small. You’ve never felt so small in your life actually. Something just shifted in his eyes, they’re now piercing right through your soul. You catch a spark of playfulness in them, though, like a tiger playing with a ball of yarn with paws big enough to rip your entire face off. His voice is a low groan, a vertiginous hole you tumble into as he retorts:

“Oh, so now Miss ‘Don’t look at my panties’ is feeling cocky all of a sudden?”

You don’t get a second to take his words in. Two strong hands grab the back of your knees, lift you and drop you on your back with a roughness you’re not sure you find more arousing or more scary. You gasp a squeal of surprise, bouncing on the mattress, before he’s caging you again. His gaze on you is murderous, his smile predatory as he towers you and suddenly he looks—feels—bigger. In less than a second, he’s got an iron hold on both of your hands above your head, and even though you try, there’s no escaping it.

“Thought I told you to be careful, sweetheart. You wouldn’t want to piss me off, would you?”

It’s not his fingers that press on your dripping cunt this time. His tip coats in your juices, sliding up to rub against your clit, pulsing at the sweet but rough contact. You whine loudly, your head dropping back on the pillow behind you.

“How about you put that bratty little mouth to good use and tell me where you keep your condoms?” He lowers down on you, traps you a bit more with every inch closer to your naked chest, arched like it’s craving contact, begging him to crush you with his weight. “Unless you want me to fuck you raw and destroy that pretty pussy of yours?”

You feel paralyzed, drowning in desire, and manage to gather your thoughts just to simply answer : “Second drawer of the nightstand.”

He rummages in the drawer and digs out your box of condoms. He lets go of your wrists to open a condom and slip it down his intimidating length. You don’t move your hands while his are busy, though—you know better than that. When he’s ready, he leans down on you and enters you without any more warning, stretching your hole like it has never been stretched.

You can’t see his face as he sinks in, he buries it deep into your neck: nuzzling the sensitive skin there, his messy hair and hypnotizing scent invading your space, his weight deliciously oppressive on your whole body. You hold onto him like your life depends on it, your legs coming up to wrap around his waist, your hands finally moving to roam up his back and into his hair, although he hasn’t even moved yet. You turn your head to him, to take in his scent, burying your nose in his hair and inhaling deeply. You still can’t see his face though, and you’re starting to wonder if there’s something wrong.

“Katsuki?”

Like you turned some switch on, he starts moving, tantalizingly slow. Dragging all his length out of you, and you can feel every inch of it rubbing against your walls. But you still can’t see his face, you can only rely on the sweet breaths that crash against your neck. His hand comes up to bury in your hair, as if to keep you there, keep you from leaving. Soon enough, he quickens the pace and has you a moaning mess pressed against the mattress. You’re now clawing at his back like a cat in heat; you just can’t stop your hands from moving: his neck, his shoulder blades, his waist, even his ass for a moment.

He’s panting in your ear, grabbing everything he can as well: his hand in your hair keeps your head turned so that he has full access to your neck, nipping at the skin and he lets out a groan there. You squeeze everything that gets in your hand, pulling a bit at his hair when he bites a little too hard. His other hand grabs onto the fat of your ass, right beneath your hip, tight enough to leave bruises for the next four days. He hits deeper and deeper inside of you, gets this sweet angle that makes you see stars. There’s not an inch of space between your bodies, you’re glued to each other without even enough space for him to thrust properly. You both don’t really care though, you want him as close as it’s physically possible.

“Katsuki…look at me, please—”

He leaves your neck for the first time since he’s entered you and leans down to kiss you, wet and messy. You kiss him back with every force you have left, out of sync because of the powerful thrusts sinking you repeatedly into the mattress. Your nails dig deeper and deeper in the soft skin of his shoulders and your whole body quakes with pleasure, every single one of your muscles going more taut with every slam of his hips against yours.

“I’m right here, baby. I’m right here, fuck—”

If you were ever restraining from vocalizing your pleasure, it’s out of the question now. The sounds you make, you can’t suppress them, you can only mewl in his ear—a series of little desperate noises, and you can’t really register when they grew into moans of his name.

“Oh God, Katsuki…Katsuki!”

“That’s it, princess.” A lick at your jaw. “Tell me who fucks you this good.” A kiss at your neck. “Tell everyone in this fucking neighborhood.” A nip at your ear, a bit harder.

He’s pounding savagely into you at this point, and as your palms run flat on his shoulders, you can feel the clawing marks you just left there. That feeling gives you the final push towards your climax. You squeeze around him with a desperate cry, muffled by his mouth on yours, swallowing like he can taste your orgasm on the tip of his tongue. He soon dives over the edge right behind you with a tremendous thrust. His hips roll still, riding his high with less and less intent, and more and more abandon.

You still haven’t let go of him yet, still clinging to him like a flustered koala as you both catch your breaths. He crashed on you face first between your breasts, and you only notice after a few seconds. You stay there for a minute, both your panting the only sound filling the room, so you’re a bit startled when he pulls out and he rolls over to the side so he can get rid of the condom.

There’s a bit of a ‘now what’ moment. You’re not sure what he wants to do but again, you’re sure of what you want. You want him to stay.

“I don’t know what you’re…I mean, you...You can spend the night here,” you stutter a bit, not so sure of yourself now. “If you want, I mean. If not, it’s totally fine, I guess—”

“Shut up,” he just says, wrapping an arm around you to press you against his chest, and you happily oblige. Everything feels right, in a way. It feels easy. The silence is comfortable. His chest is comfortable to lay your head on, grazing your fingertips over his stomach absentmindedly. The future is comfortable, seems to be, at least. There’s no uncertainty, everything is crystal clear. It’s safe. It’s him, after all. You feel like you already know about the memories you haven’t shared with him yet. This sweet idea lulls you to sleep. But another one pulls you right back awake all of a sudden.

“Oh God, I should text Momo that I’m home! She must be worried!” He groans at your words, clearly unhappy to have this subject brought up right now.

“You think that bunch of losers even noticed we left?” And his eyes roll up right before he even finishes his sentence, because you’re scrambling out of the bed and to your living-room, right where you left your purse and your phone in it. The screen has you frowning a bit as your eyes struggle to adapt to the sudden light.

16 missed calls. 37 text messages. The last one being a series of eggplant emojis from Kaminari.

You put your phone right back in your purse. You’re craving for quiet still, and there is peace awaiting in the next room. The most wonderful kind of peace, at that. The noisy world can always wait.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 314: ...Or You Live Long Enough to See Yourself Become the Villain

Previously on BnHA: Some random assholes were all “let’s throw exploding spears at All Might and see if it activates his Conqueror’s Haki” and SURPRISE, MOTHERFUCKERS, IT DID!! Elsewhere, Lady Nagant confusingly tried to capture Deku alive by shooting him in the stomach, but to be fair I guess that’s what happens when you send an assassin to do a bounty hunter’s job, so yeah. Deku was all “ouch”, and then because this is a shounen he basically just straight up forgot about it, and did a big fancy Smokescreen thing, and then activated his mildly incomprehensible new ki-blasting quirk which he got from the Third. En and the Third were all “hey Deku maybe let’s not just impulsively activate all this shit in the heat of battle when you don’t know how to use it yet and you’re already injured,” and Deku was all “thanks for the quirks guys but I’ll take it from here” and snuck up on Nagant and grabbed her arm and so now what’s going to happen I wonder.

Today on BnHA: Nagant is all “[shoots Deku again]” because of course she is lol. Deku is all “tell me about AFO!” and Nagant is all “why would I tell you anything?” and then proceeds to tell him her entire life story which is FILLED WITH SO MUCH MURDER, YOU GUYS. Holy shit. So basically she was an assassin for the HPSC, which we already knew, but somehow it’s one thing to know that, and another to actually see her running around capping dudes in the forehead and being covered in more blood than the elevator from The Shining. Anyway, so you’ll never believe it, but all that murder had a negative impact on her psychologically, and eventually led her to question everything she believed about hero society, and so she killed her creepy boss and was promptly sent to Tartarus. This extremely fun chapter ends with Overhaul showing up all “HI, HELLO, I’M STILL HERE”, because for some reason he is still here. Why are you still here, Overhaul.

“the beautiful Lady Nagant” oh you know your audience don’t you Horikoshi

well all right then! so I’m guessing this means that she is not, in fact, going to roll over and die just because Deku’s out here all “GOT YA!” like they’re playing a game or tag or something. ffff may the manga gods have mercy on our young suicidal protagonist

lmao so Deku is all “GOD I’M SO SMART, WHAT A GOOD STRATEGY I HAD, CAPITOL JOB THERE OL’ CHAP, CAPITOL” and lol, okay. I mean, it was a good plan though. but I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop here

“I’ll make you give me information on All for One” well there you go, lol. Deku Angst arc still fully engaged. still no light in his eyes either of course. just a lil chaotic ball of sleep deprivation and rage

lol, fucking THANK YOU though

oh my god what the hell did she do to him lol

did she shoot him with her elbow??? fucking look at this?? THIS IS WHY WE LISTEN TO HAWKS oh my god Deku are you dead

WHAT’S HAPPENING, IS THIS GOOD OR BAD, WHO’S WINNING

things that I wish I could tell from this panel which I unfortunately cannot tell

did she stab him or shoot him?? can you imagine if it was the former lol. why does Horikoshi keep stabbing all my kids. look Kacchan now the two of you can match

did she actually hit him or did he get away??

or did she hit him and then he jumped away?? just, what

well anyway, so now Deku is asking her why she sided with AFO, but he seems a lot more pissed off than when he was interrogating Muscular, though. probably because she shot him three times. fair enough

oh my god

does Lady have a blog here on tumblr dot com?? -- does Horikoshi have a blog here on tumblr motherfucking dot com?? why do I suddenly feel like this man is out here sneakily reading up on all our discourse

oh my god Deku it’s almost like getting up close and personal with someone who can shoot custom bullets from any distance and any position with deadly accuracy was a terrible fucking idea

IF ONLY SOMEONE HAD WARNED YOU NOT TO ENGAGE WITH HER AT ALL COSTS. IF ONLY SOMEONE HAD HAD THE FORESIGHT TO DO THAT sob. can you imagine how much shorter this series would be if characters actually listened to Hawks. Hawks, and Momo. why do we even let anyone else run the show ever

OH MY GOD

DEKU, RUN

OH MY GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING

this looks a lot like what happens to me whenever I play One’s Justice. those fucking combo attacks that you can’t fucking escape from and so your character just has to stand there getting their ass whalloped repeatedly while you wonder why you paid $40 for this

but anyways though. so Lady who did you kill?? I bet they deserved it, don’t worry I forgive you

(ETA: ANYWAY SO FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT LADY NAGANT DID NOTHING WRONG EVER IN HER ENTIRE LIFE. aside from murdering all those innocent people and shit. but there were CIRCUMSTANCES, and THEY WERE EXTENUATING, OKAY.)

-- holy shit

looks like the HPSC arc is back on the menu boys

so are we about to learn that the HPSC was going full Hydra on people’s asses? secretly dispatching anyone they deemed a threat to society?? “taken care of” as in you fucking shot them??

so then was the “hero” she killed actually one of the guys who was giving or carrying out these orders?? holy shit Lady, up until now I’ve mainly just been stanning you for your flawless eyebrow game and metal af quirk, but this shit could actually get real very quickly, and I am prepared to genuinely and sincerely love the shit out of you depending on what we learn next about your backstory

oh my god?!?

so wait, hold up. am I reading this right?? basically the HPSC started murdering vigilantes because they were worried they were gaining too much of the public’s favor?? holy fucking shit???

oh my GOD oh my god

“it’s been a while since I scarred you all with the dead dog and the graphic slaughter of an entire innocent family, huh,” Horikoshi says thoughtfully. “anyway so what do you all think of my new creation, the Spaghetti Bullet.” well, Horikoshi, so you know that squished-up face that Kermit the Frog makes sometimes? yeah. that’s what I think, if you must know lol

holy hell the juxtaposition

I’m actually kind of surprised to learn she had a lot of fans? what with her M.O., I was expecting her to have been an underground hero like Aizawa, but apparently not? then again I still have absolutely no idea how any of that works. I really need to read Vigilantes already

oh snap

nothing like a sweet dose of assassin trauma to finally round out our BnHA Trauma Bingo!! well done guys, we finally collected all of the traumas! hooray!

noooo Ladyyyyyyy

holy shit what a fucking chapter. like, this man promised us an assassin, and went and fucking delivered. I was not expecting it to be this dark, lol, but holy shit I am here for it

you know, at some point you have to start questioning the logistics of this, though

I mean, how do I put this... her quirk isn’t exactly subtle. that murder scene from a few pages back looked like the first season of Dexter for fuck’s sake, that’s not exactly “disappearing” people now is it?? and I mean, her bullets are literally made from her own fucking hair; it seems like it would be impossible not to leave any evidence behind. did no one start to wonder who the fuck was going around murdering all these people? or did the people who asked too many questions wind up getting conveniently “disappeared” themselves??

and hey, speaking of asking too many questions

holy shit is he blackmailing her??!? or no, wait -- what the hell is he reaching for in his pocket boy you better not

(ETA: what exactly was this man expecting fdslkjd. “uh oh my unstoppable hair trigger assassin who is literally always armed is asking questions, better announce that I am going to shoot her and then reach into my pocket veeeeeery slowly while she stands there all of two feet away.” how did this guy ever function as the head of a shadow government with these decision-making skills, I’m genuinely baffled.)

OH MY GOD LADY YES

this. right here. is why “run the fuck away” was damn good solid fucking advice. oh shit. but my god did this dude have it coming

so wait lol has she just been narrating all of this out loud to Deku this entire time

okay but can we just stop for a moment and appreciate the fact that they’re having this deep conversation about the dark secrets of hero society right in the middle of their intense mid-air sniper free-for-all lol

holy shit you guys, Nagant’s the one that should have made the tell-all video. I mean, no offense to you, Dabi, I’m sure you worked very hard on your video and did a ton of crunches every day so that you would look good with your shirt off while you told the world all about how your dad was a jerk. but seriously...

this is already like 100x more convincing than what he put out. also, gasp, is it another flashback

yes it is oh my gosh

so the HPSC Chairladyperson whom ReDestro killed used to be this guy’s direct subordinate, huh? I wonder if she kept the whole assassin program going after she took over. can’t say I was feeling any particular kind of grieving way about her death before, but certainly not now lol

but unfortunately Nagant has finally lost me at the same place where all of the villains inevitably do, which is to say when they somehow make the dubious mental leap from “society sucks and is bad” to “let’s just be openly fucking evil lol, worth a shot.” because when heroes murder innocent people and cover it up, that’s obviously bad (and I mean, it absolutely fucking is lol, don’t get me wrong); but when villains murder innocent people straight up out in the open without giving a fuck, they’re righteous revolutionaries? just -- is there really no non-murdery middle ground here?? I guess that’s what Deku and co. are for, hopefully

anyways oh shit Deku seems to have spotted something?? and he’s doing something weird with Blackwhip what

oh, he spotted her, I guess

lmaooooo

new favorite Deku panel right here. a masterpiece

oh my god you guys our little boy is starting to grow up before our eyes

you love to see it. and you can tell with those elipses that he’s gearing up to say something really cool and determined and badass like the shounen protag he is, yes please, Deku ilu so much please do your thing

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

IS THAT A TEENY TINY LIL EYE SPARKLE THERE OMG. still not anywhere close to his usual standard, but that’s some clear resolve there in his eyes there at long last! it always shines the most clearly when he’s being true to himself and his ideals, so I love that it finally shows up again here, when he’s reaffirming his resolve to help others no matter what

uh oh so what’s Lady going to do now

is it time for a trump card?? kinda sounding like it’s time for a trump card

???

I lied btw, this is my new favorite Deku panel. but anyways what is she up to now lol

ohhhhhh, lol

why does she seem shocked, lol. here I thought this was part of her plan, but apparently she forgot all about ol’ “Look Ma, No Hands” back up there

and so I guess that’s it for this week! so we’ve learned basically everything now about Lady and her quirk and her history with the HPSC and why she agreed to work for AFO. pretty much the only question that still remains is why the hell she decided to drag this asshole along for the ride! because I still cannot figure that out dsklkjlkf

(ETA: actually now I’m kind of wondering if they maybe have some past connection we don’t know about yet. when exactly was Nagant sent to Tartarus? is it possible she was ordered to track down and kill Overhaul at some point before that, but never got around to it? or something else along those lines? idk but now I’m curious.)

anyways Deku, I know that your empathy has no bounds and that you’re on a “saving villains” kick right now, and good on you... but also, if you decide to just like, skip all of that shit just this once, absolutely no one will hold it against you, I’m just saying. just, all I’m asking here is maybe let’s think twice before we start trying to reform guys who imprison and torture little girls for profit. I think maybe that’s a good place to draw the line. next week is going to be a very interesting chapter lol

[raekahnsfw]

What if I’m not good enough for you?

Pairing: Shindo Yo x Reader Rating: Explicit (LIKE BE WARNED!), NS*W Warning: Smut, Drunk Sex, Slightly Dubious Consent, Aged-up Characters, Pining, Angst, Insecurities, Slow-burn fluff Word Count: 10,699  A/N: These BNHA characters are 18+ and are nearly graduating seniors.

Summary: You’re a senior at UA with a long-standing crush on Shindo Yo but you’ve sworn never to be in a relationship again. Your last one destroyed you with insecurities so you’ve decided the only path is to be a lonely pro-hero. But with the opportunity for a one-night drunken stand with Shindo, you take the chance and expect to be forgotten. Shindo won’t stand for it.

From Me: (Follow me at @raekahwritings​) This is my first fic ever into the BNHA fandom and for one of my favorite heroes, Shindo Yo! I want to give a huge shout out to @thewheezingwyvern because she helped to beta-read this monster of a fic. Basically, this is the first I’ve written in a near decade and with her advice, it became something I was too embarrassed to share to something I’m really proud of. Here we go for Shindou Club and BNHA Book Club, Provisional License.

Also, inspirations for this work is from @katsukisprincess, @lady-bakuhoe, @iwvs-on-ao3, @bnhabookclub, @/lemonlordleah-shinzawa, @/marilla-eldriana, and others because I’m too embarrassed to tag them when they’re so amazing.

There was always a question in the back of your mind; was love worth sacrificing your pro-hero dream? 

“Hey Mina.” You watched your pink haired friend scroll through Tinder on the dorm room couch.  You all were seniors in UA academy and studying for finals. Or supposed to be anyways. You slumped over on the table, smushing your cheek on the cold, hard plastic as you took a brief reprieve from your textbook.

“Would you rather be somebody’s girlfriend or a hero?” Mina turned around and lit up at your question. 

“Depends. How hot is my boyfriend?” She waggled her eyebrows at you and started listing off a number of heroes that would ‘totally rock her world,’ cackling loudly how she’d totally give up everything for some mad sex. Soon enough, she flopped back over the couch and was engrossed in another possible hook-up.  

Maybe you should’ve asked Momo. But she didn’t seem very experienced in relationships and you were currently in a dilemma. You, Y/N, an aspiring hero had sworn off relationships because your freshman ex-boyfriend had thrown you an ultimatum: “Why do you need to be a hero when you’re already my girlfriend?”  

You had broken up with his sorry ass right there and then. Nothing would get in the way of being a hero. Apparently, Mina would joke otherwise. 

“....I don’t think sex is everything, Mina.” Mina started whining petulantly, lamenting over the lack of hotties on her dating apps. You laughed it off while she tapped her phone in frustration. Mina would forever be Mina. 

“Y/N, do you think he’s hot or am I just too thirsty right now?” She was soon waving her phone to you with somebody’s profile picture, some asshole who was obnoxiously showing their abs off. You rolled your eyes before making a ‘nixed’ gesture. 

“Mina, you are way too good for jerks who think showing off their naked body parts is gonna score chicks.” You scoffed at seeing their disgustingly lewd caption. Mina moved on to the next one, muttering. 

“Jeez, Y/N, what is your type even? I’ve never seen you hook up or with a boyfriend before?” She tried valiantly to quiz you and show you more pictures but you ignored her in favor of going back to studying.

Honestly, you had a type. But if Mina or anyone knew, it’d probably be too surprising for them to fathom; you were the serious girl who always said you didn’t need a boyfriend. You prosaically told people, ‘learning to be a hero is way awesomer’. But if there was one shocking thing you could say about yourself….

It would be that you were a fucking idiot to fall in love with Shindou Yo. Somehow, your heart had chosen the most devious asshole you ever could’ve ever met.

Shindo Yo didn’t even go to UA Academy. He was a mutual friend of the UA’s Midoriya, Todoroki and Bakugo. Actually…. you weren’t sure if they were even friends… With the way Bakugo seemed to fight with him, it seemed more like they were mortal enemies. Nevertheless, it seemed like he was showing up more often to outside gatherings and to parties that you and your UA classmates frequented. It was a relief that Mina hadn’t figured it out since she was surprisingly perceptive. 

“Hey Mina. I’m gonna go to the library to meet up with Kirishima.” You kept an eye on the time and started packing up your bag. You had made plans to exchange study notes for a drink. She nodded, already distracted with her next conquest. You sighed. 

Jeez, you shouldn’t have asked Mina. She hadn’t caught on though… because if anyone had ever found out about your silly crush, you wonder what they would say. Shindo was universally seen as a jerk at UA. There was every reason to avoid him instead of falling in love with him. Shindo Yo was self-assured and manipulative. Bakugo had called him out on his shit early on in the UA Provisional Exams. You had personally seen Shindo turn on the charm to your fellow UA students, only to decimate his nice-guy exterior to turn the tables on your unwitting classmates and team. You had first-hand faced his cunningness in action. Did you have every reason to mistrust him? Yes.

But on the flip side, you also saw how loyally compassionate he was to his fellow teammates. You saw how he pulled through at the eleventh hour to get him and his teammates to success. He never hesitated to use his sinister two-faced nature to protect his friends at Ketsubutsu Academy High School.

One situation, in particular, was on your mind…

Shindo had shown up at the karaoke club with Tatami and Camie in tow, ‘inviting’ himself to a casual graduation party for Mirio, Nejire and Tatami. Everyone thought it had been reserved for UA students but someone had let it slip to other schools…. (It was Mirio. His nice-ness was over the bounds. Throwing out invites left and right like a loveable idiot.)

Shindo had somehow weaseled himself into the roster of singing anarchy – grabbing a mic and belting a love song to Uraraka with a significant wink to Midoriya. He even got Jiro and Tatami together on a song. He had challenged Bakugo to a song (which didn’t happen) but a girl could dream about that blackmail material.

But one of the beginning moments that you had fallen in love…

He had been sitting around, mulling over a drink when you saw him look discreetly around for Tatami and Cami. They had both been gone for a tad too long….? Shindo took a break on the pretense of Bakugo’s death glare being too much and laughing his way out of the room. You sat near the door, so you had a surprisingly good view of when his eyes narrowed, and he dropped his friendly demeanor on his way out. You turned your head inquisitively…? Shindo’s sights were set on a couple of low-life frat boys who were heading for an unsuspecting Camie and Tatami leaving the bathroom. You watched him walking towards them, heading them off, and shoving them into another hallway.

You followed him out and stayed behind the hallway to try to see what was happening. What could you say, curiosity got the better of you?

You couldn’t make out what he said but the low threatening timbre of his voice had sent cold chills down your spine. You had never heard this level of sinister maliciousness from even Bakugo. This Shindo was probably more of a villain that he had let others believe. The culprit’s voices became heated, but it was abruptly stopped by the vicious slamming of the wall. Then you could hear running.

You backed up into an empty room, afraid to show Shindo that you had been waiting there. He rounded back—thankfully not seeing you—and you could see the genuine and sincere relief at seeing both Tatami and Camie laughing… in ignorance of what they had just avoided. He rounded the two to join the karaoke room, keeping a watchful eye on the other unsavory participants…

You had leaned against the dark and empty room’s wall to calm your beating heart. Shindo was undoubtedly an asshole but you knew how fiercely protective of the people he loved.

Maybe that was the spark that ignited this wistful thought – “I wish someone loved me that much.”

But love paled in comparison to upcoming finals. Obviously. Get your act together. You made it to the library and waved to several of your classmates studying nearby. Everyone turned back to their own work and left you alone. Just as well. You drummed your fingers on the library desk as you flipped open your computer and continued typing a study guide.

During times like this, your mind wandered a bit. After the karaoke incident, you found yourself looking for moments with Shindo—hoping to catch a glimpse beneath that nice-guy exterior. You found yourself wondering if he was going to ‘show up’ to parties. You found yourself floating over to conversations with the Ketsubutsu crowd if they were ‘mysteriously’ invited. You wondered what Shindo treated his girlfriend like—probably Tatami—but there was no confirmation they were dating.

In your dorms, you sometimes found yourself chuckling along with Todoroki or laughing at Bakugo and wondered what Shindo might say if he was there.

Maybe you yearned to come back to your dorm room and see someone waiting to greet you with a sarcastic quip and sugared, cunning words. Maybe you had stuffed your fingers in between your legs in a pitiful attempt to dampen the rising heat… especially when you thought of a certain brunette and his dark timbre of a voice in the depths of the night.

Maybe you could lie to yourself and say, Shindo was not that person you imagined. 

But you were an independent person who would never allow yourself to be weak or dependent on anyone. If you ever confessed, you would be trapped in a relationship where your partner would inevitably resent you for putting your career first. These were the thoughts that plagued you in your hidden moments. You tried to push these insecurities away but they lurked nearby.

Resentment. That was quite familiar to you. That’s inevitably what you heard and felt. Your last boyfriend resented he was never a priority over yourself, your hero aspirations, and the success of your friends and classmates. You had resented his feelings, trapping you and confining you to change who you were.

So yes, you were independent, amazing, and awesome. But you were lonely... A realization that would sneak up on you every so often. You looked at your computer screen, lifting a hand to crawl over the painful feelings in your chest… as if to reassure yourself.

Because who would want someone like this? How selfish would it be to confess to someone and expect them to understand this?

So yes, you had decided love would never be in the cards for you. It was a practical and logical decision.

“Hey Y/N, you look lost in thought over here.” Kirishima came over to your study table in the library, holding two drinks. You waved off his concerns and lit up at seeing what was in his hands.

“No, no, I’m not! Gimmie the goods.” You tapped the desk impatiently for him to put the hot chocolate down. Kirishima looked at your childish drink in bemusement as he put down his black coffee. “I promised to give over these study notes for you so the least you can do is not judge my drinks.” You stuck your tongue out at the red-haired boy.

Kirishima chuckled, dropping his backpack noisily on the floor. “Y/N, I’m supposed to join Bakugo soon for warm-up... How long do you think you’ll be?” You rolled your eyes a bit at hearing that. When wasn’t Bakugo training or something? Whatever, you were doing Kirishima a favor after all.

You absentmindedly decided to ask, “Isn’t Bakugo supposed to have a match or something? Is it against UA’s Class B or…?” You tapped your backspace key rather impatiently. Aizawa-sensei had been organizing more hero trainings lately for individual members. Something alongside hero work studies; that was certainly keeping you busy. It seemed everyone had something going on lately. You lifted your cup for a quick sip.

“Actually...” Kirishima scratched the back of his head nervously. “It’s against Ketsubutsu Academy’s students.”

You nearly spewed out your precious hot cocoa. Your arms flew up to wipe your keyboard in an awkward attempt to muffle your surprise.

Kirishima had an inkling of your crush for the earthquake bastard. But you were always so quick to dismiss any remote implication that he wasn’t quite sure…. But if he didn’t know before, he knew now.

“…. Apparently Joke-sensei kept pushing Aizawa-sensei for a collaborative ‘event’ so this is what they came up with. It’s supposed to be the beginning of a ‘school-wide’ effort for cooperation and teamwork for heroes across different areas. It’s still in the works but…” Kirishima trailed off at seeing your pinched face.

“What time is it?” You curtly asked. Kirishima looked at his watch.

“It’s supposed to start in an hour.”

“Goddamnit Kirishima. I’m sending you your stupid notes so we can get to this match.” You didn’t even realize you had dropped your formalities. What was racing through your mind was that you had less than an hour to get back your dorm, get ready, see Shindo without looking like a complete nerd who spent too much time studying.

You had luckily been on the ending revisions, but it wasn’t like Kirishima needed all of it. You hastily typed his email in, cursing when your computer loaded too slowly, and sent off the file.

Then came shoving Kirishima into the directions of the dorms so he could “hurry the fuck up”. Kirishima may have dragged his feet a bit, snickering at Bakugo’s choice words falling from your mouth.  It wasn’t like he had to do anything for the match anyways. You on the other hand….

You couldn’t salvage much of your looks, so you tried to throw on a large oversized sweater over your skirt and put on a touch of eyeliner and mascara. Sheesh, you didn’t want to look like you tried too hard. You looked critically at yourself in the mirror and saw… nothing special. You deflated a bit.  Well. Fake it until you make it. Even when you tried, it didn’t seem like much had changed. So what if you didn’t look as pretty as the others like Momo? You had slowly built up your shattered self-confidence before. Better this than looking like a cakeface or a tramp, you supposed.

Then Momo and Jirou knocked on your door. “Y/N, you ready yet?” You opened the door and shoved the feeling of inadequacy in the back of your mind.

“Yea!” You followed the UA crowd out of the dorms and you could see Midoriya and Ochaco talking excitedly about the match—it seemed you weren’t the only one surprised by this. Midoriya was vividly recounting Shindo’s quirks and the pros and cons against Bakugo….

When you went over to the gym where the match was being held, your group joined with the other classmates already there. It looked like Kaminari had saved a row for everyone, patting the seat next to him for Jirou. Mina waved to you, grinning like a banshee and wildly flailing for the seat next to her.

“Y/N, I saved the best seat for you!” She slyly gestured to the view…. that was angled towards Bakugo’s back and… Shindo’s front muscular chest. Did she know? Your heart leaped. Then Mina pointed towards the Ketsubusu’s Academy’s growing crowd. “This is our chance to see the hotties from other schools! I mean we got some fine men but a girl’s gotta window-shop!”

“Hmmm….” You watched interestedly now—you had only ever seen Tatami. But it seemed a fair number of girls had gathered and were pointing at… Shindo? You saw him gesture with his ‘aw shucks’ routine, bashfully giving a smile to the girls before the match. You recognized that look from the UA Provisionals, it reeked of blatant insincerity. You guess fangirls really were blind in love and adoration? They would be in for some cruel reality…. Meanwhile, people were avoiding Bakugo since he had his threatening face on. He was flipping people off and giving no attention to any of the bystanders around him. He just wanted to beat the earthquake bastard.

“Yo, Bakugo, you might wanna look a little less murdersome!” You shouted in good fun from your seat. Bakugo flipped you off while Kirishima and Mina snickered at Bakugo’s salty expression.  Really, you admired Bakugo’s hero ethic, nothing was gonna stop him from getting to the top. But Shindo…? That was a different story. Eh, you couldn’t ponder it anymore since Aizawa sensei had shown up (with a sour look at all the audience) before commencing the match.

You were on the edge of your seat for the next 30 minutes as Bakugo and Shindo traded blow after blow; Shindo had a weakness since Bakugo was airborne due to his thrusters. But Shindo would drag Bakugo down and engage in hand to hand combat. Your legs were creeping closer and closer together at seeing those broad shoulders, rivulets of sweat down his neck and temple, and his determined expression. How would it look if it was faced at you? Focus on the match, not Shindo’s muscles. Focus, Focus. Eventually it came down to the timer and Bakugo had landed a higher number of blows.          

At Shindo’s loss, you felt a keen sense of disappointment. Some part of you cheered for Bakugo but you were desperately craning your neck to see Shindo’s reaction. His face remained darkened though as he turned around and went to his growing number of fangirls who cooed over him. With that many girls, why would he ever take a second look at you? They would cling onto him and stroke his overbearing ego—unlike you. You didn’t even have the courage to attempt to flirt with him. So what? You were blissfully single; you weren’t looking for anything with him.... Right?  

“… Y/N!” You were jolted away from staring, and secretly fantasizing, at Shindo. “Come on, let’s head out!” Kirishima put an arm around your shoulders and Mina was tugging at your sleeve in post-match excitement.

“Yeah! What are we doing now?” You pushed your hair back over your ear, the locks falling in every which direction. Slowing just a step back, you took one last look over your shoulder…  You mentally took a picture of those sinewy muscles, pledging to engrave it forever for those dark moments in your lonesome room. You had a great pro-hero path ahead of you, great friends, great family…

But fuck.

You definitely did not see Shindo looking at your retreating form with a smirk on his face.

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Repeat that fuck. Because you were in another karaoke room with this raucous UA and Ketsubetsu crowd mere hours later. It turned out that everyone wanted to celebrate the match by getting stupidly, wildly drunk. Drinks were smuggled in—god, you knew Aizawa was probably looking the other way—gotta let students be students.

People were chugging alcohol and dancing on tables. This was probably the most normal ‘school’ experience you could’ve had… Even ‘hero’ schools needed to let loose sometime. But you honestly didn’t do very well in this scene. You were content to nurse your drink while leaning against a quiet corner.

God, even Bakugo and Midoriya were drunk— Bakugo had been egged on while Midoriya probably didn’t even realize he took some spiked punch. He was a new level of naïve and that adorable boy had turned beet red. You just face palmed at seeing his embarrassing antics.

“Y/N!” Camie came bouncing over to you, palpable relief on her face. “You’re the only sober looking one here! Can you watch this idiot for a second? Maybe get him to drink some water?” She brought on over… Shindo?! “He’s becoming deadweight and he is ruining my chances tonight! He is the worst wingman ever to get so drunk after losing!” She dropped the deadweight—Shindo— onto the floor next to you with his legs sprawled open.

“I swear to god, he isn’t going to remember anything tomorrow! This incorrigible jerk is going to be black-out drunk like always….” Camie’s voice trailed off and got a little bit... higher? She looked away nervously, but you could see her gaze fall on … Ojiro? She said wingman... Oh no, she was trying to get together with him! You blushed for her!

“Camie, I got this. I’ll make sure he gets some water!” You tried to give her an encouraging look. Oh god, you were so bad at flirting and set ups! You could see how awkward this was for the both of you! But you would try your hardest to help her.

She bounced away while you…. Bent down… Oh gods you had never been this close to him before. You put your palm to his forehead, trying to feel how hot he was. Damn, he ran like a furnace. Shindo merely lolled his head to the side, sighing when your cool fingers made contact.

“Fuck, that feels nice.” Your hand shot back at hearing him talk. You didn’t think he was awake…

“I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay. Do you want some water?” You were careful to keep your voice low, awkwardly putting your hand on his clothed shoulder.

“I’m thirsty.” His voice dropped low and you felt a twinge between your thighs at the cool gravel of it. “But I’m thirsty for something else…” He let the comment sit between you two…. But your inquisitive eyes flew between him and the punch.

“Honey... don’t look away.” His hot hands wrapped around your neck to crane your face towards his. “I want something wet, something that tastes like you.” You stood shock still, trying to see if you had misheard him…? Was he flirting with you?! Shindo gave a seductive grin as his other hand snaked up your bare thighs.

“Shindo!” You couldn’t hold back your squeak of surprise, feeling him so close to your panties. You tried to look down but he kept you locked in place.

“Come on baby, don’t you want to console little ‘ol me?” His voice was doing things to you— you could feel your legs grinding closer together, trapping his inquisitively still fingers between your thighs. “Baby, you’re so warm and wet for me already?”  He started rubbing his fingers lightly over your panties, feeling the damp spot that had built up from his earlier match.

“Wait—“ You tried to curl in, reach for his hand to stop him but he pushed aside your panties to slip a finger, rubbing it up and down your slit. A single lone digit had you stopping any protests, feeling it fucking vibrate. You leaned in closer, gasping, and he gave a satisfied smirk. His other cupped your butt in delectable promise.

“I can make a mess of you if were a little less of a public place…. Unless you’re into that, baby.”

Public place. Oh god. You straightened out, remembering you were in the dark karaoke room with people everywhere! He was fingering you where everyone could see! “Please, you’re not thinking straight.” You tried to say but stuttering as he pulled his digit away and licked it obscenely.

“Baby girl, don’t you want to be a good girl for me?” Shit, shit, shit. Baby girl. You moved before you could think, crushing your lips to his. He moved as if he knew what his sultry words would invoke, immediately balling his hands into your messy hair, plunging, ravaging, owning you.

“Wanna get out of here?” You nodded helplessly. He quickly hauled you up and left the raucous karaoke room with you by his side.

Fuck it, he wasn’t going to remember anything after tonight. What harm was it if you grabbed this one night with him?

You were inexperienced with sex, probably bad at it, but you didn’t care. It wasn’t like he would remember right?

So, repeat that fuck. No one would’ve ever expected you to be in the bathroom, sitting on Shindo’s lap and spreading your legs lewdly open for him. Your panties had long been discarded as you rutted desperately against Shindo Yo’s hand. “Please, Shindo…” Shindo squirmed a thumb into your asshole, teasing the puckered hole and was thrusting fingers in your cunt. You wanted something more…. Something bigger.

“Fuck…” Shindo watched at how wet you got for him, the sound of his fingers moving in and out and squelching lewdly. “Can you feel that?” You made a dissatisfied noise until his fingers went deeper into your cunt. “Bitch, you’re not satisfied. You need it deeper?” You made a keen whining noise, wiggling your hips. He shoved another digit in, now thrusting three of his digits deeper in while vibrating it and feeling the delicious squeeze of your cunt around him.

“I guess alcohol makes you numb huh? But the fun things I can do to you…” He breathed the words into your neck, giving a salacious grin at your wanton, deprived state.  Shit, vibration hero wasn’t just a title. He relished watching as your hips jerked forward, your boobs shoved lasciviously into his face in desperate need.

“God, you’re so buttoned up and serious most of the time. But here and now? Are you so hungry for me that you wanted to jump me in the bathroom?” Shindo’s fingers withdrew to your dismay. You whined as he gripped your cheeks painfully, smirking at your needy expression. “Honey, you gotta tell me what you want? Don’t just expect me to do all the work here.”

This was your only chance with him. Come tomorrow, he wouldn’t remember a thing and you could hold this memory in the darkest corner of your heart. Just one good long fuck and he would get back to his life and yours without anyone being the wiser. “Shindo, please...”

“Do you want me to finger you until you cum?” Shindo could get you off here and now—but you shook your head wildly and gave him a pleading look. Your cunt was throbbing for him and you wanted to feel his cock in you.

You laced your hands into Shindo’s hair and forced the brunette to look at your lust-hazed eyes, pitching your own voice low…  “Please fuck me, Shindo. Just stop teasing me, use me like I’m your fuck toy.” Shindo groaned low as he lowered his hands to your thighs and squeezed painfully at the plump flesh there.

“Babe, you’re such a dirty girl.” He hauled you up, shoving his pants down low with his cock jutting out. He couldn’t even be bothered to take his jeans off, but this sordid detail made the encounter more real to you. You looked down at his engorged length, heavy and hot against your cunt. God, even his dick was deliciously huge. Wasn’t just ego then.

 “Tell me, are you the type of slut who just wants a dick when you get drunk?” You took a deep breath; ignoring your rational thoughts that this was a stupid way to tell him and decided to just confess…

“Just you Shindo. Please… I’ve been wanting this for years. Please, please….” With that, Shindo groaned as he forced his cockhead into your abused cunt. He eased in... making you think Shindo was more gentle that he let on? Right up until he shoved you down onto his cock, grinning at the sharp jerk of your body and the scream that tore itself out of your throat. Shindo thought to himself: You wanted him to use you like his toy, so that’s what you would get.

You had heard Shindo fucked well. That didn’t begin to describe it—your pussy clenched against his cock at the rough treatment, the burning stretch turning you on with its delicious bite of pain. He thrusted with a piston movement, faster than you’d ever been fucked. When he started vibrating again? You felt your orgasm crash upon you. Your own nails raked against his back as he continued thrusting through your climax, biting down on your neck as he came inside you.

You both sat there for a second… breathing too hard to say anything. You had never had an orgasm that good before—and you honestly didn’t know if Shindo thought this was just a good fuck or shitty sex. Coming down from the high…. You had time to think. Which made you feel wildly inadequate—was this the part where you said something? Like, ‘thanks for the sex, I’m out?’

Was it too dumb to ask if he liked it? Was it even dumber to think maybe he had heard that you confess?

“Um…” You moved your leg and winced at feeling the seeping wetness crawl out between you two. “Shindo..?”

He was surprisingly quiet. His usual smug expression was hidden as he slumped into your shoulder. You eased away from him… but felt his hands tighten on your thighs as if to keep you there. Now you were very unsure of what to say.

“Shindo…. Let me look at you.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the dark locks as you tried to lift the heavy weight of his head to see his expression…? Was this something more to him too? “Please, let me know if you’re okay...”

“SHINDO! HONEY BUNS! LOVE OF MY LIFE!”

But then you were crushed with an overwhelming sense of guilt as you heard Tatami’s lilting voice calling for Shindo. The very same name but her cheerful bright voice was laced with concern—

“Fuck.” That what his first words after his sexual interlude with you was. From his forceful, angry gaze at the door… Oh god, were you his sordid secret? Your heart sank. He was drunk, he would probably black-out, did he even realize who he was with? Did he think he was fucking Tatami? Is that what this was?

“Shindo, let me go.” You crawled off his lap, forcing the hot and wet threat of tears down and keeping your voice steady. Shindo looked at you in panic—he couldn’t even bother to look at you earlier, but he would for Tatami? You didn’t even warrant your own, thank you, fuck you. “I guess it’s time to run huh?” You pulled your hair back, pulled your shirt to a modest length, as Tatami’s voice got closer.

Shindo shoved his pants more fully on, “Hey—this isn’t what you think this is. Let me explain.”

“Really?” You whirled around and threw him the most venomous glare you could muster—“Do you even know my name? Or am I just a fucking nameless bitch you mistook for Tatami? Because she is right there,” You jerked a thumb to the door and bit your lip, “She’s perfect and so amazing—” and you remembered Camie…. She trusted you. You had taken advantage of this. “And you’re fucking drunk so I’m literally the shittiest person ever. God, please forget this ever happened.”

Shindo was starting to look irritated at your non-stop words and made a move to speak but you slapped your hand on his mouth. Why else would she be looking for him? “Shindo, don’t explain anything to me. Just make things right by her and don’t ruin this because of this. You guys would be amazing together and she doesn’t deserve to know I fucked it up for you.”

You shoved him back into the bathroom as you exited, rather abruptly as Tatami turned to the wrong hallway. This would be perfect because it would give Shindo some time and you could escape— you could hear Shindo fumbling with the door, but you ran before he could catch you. Turned out your UA skills made you slightly faster than him.

You shoved your way to the exit, screw your purse, you could text Kirishima to take it home for you. You hailed the first taxi out the door to get you home as quickly as possible. It wasn’t until the car sped away that you took your first real breath… and sobbed.

“God, I’m so stupid to think he would ever look twice at me.”

You curled your hands around your cold arms, arms that had just been around Shindo… Was it too much to ask for a single night?

Was it too much to be in love?

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 “Y/N!” You had stayed in your room for the week, only crawling out to the third-year common rooms on Friday. You had gone home that night and laid on your bed, sobbing into the sweater that had briefly held Shindo’s scent. Maybe you were masochistic or something; holding onto something that was so painful to you. But the faint earthy smell, musk, and cedar was hard to let go.

“Yes?” You tried to smile. Midoriya came bounding up to you with a worried look. “You went home so suddenly the other night! You disappeared and never came back!”

“What, you get sick? You look like shit.” Bakugo snickered. Sero slapped him with one of the pillows and you could hear his frantic whispered conversation, you don’t tell a girl she looks horrible. The other girls were around, and Mina was creeping up on Sero, Kirishima and the others to get closer to you.

“Um… Yea.” You tried to laugh it off. But Midoriya still looked worried as he took in your slightly puffy eyes. It seemed like he could see through your flimsy excuse.

Thankfully, Mina interrupted you both with a mischievous grin. “Y/N, you had people asking after you after karaoke!” She had a sing-song tone, waggling her eyebrows. But your heart sunk further… Had it been Tatami? Camie? Had she found out? Because coming from Mina, this could be anyone.

“…Who was it?” If it was, you would face up to it. Because you were Y/N, and you didn’t run from your problems and you’d apologize to her.

“Actually…. It was Shindo.” Mina squealed and made kissy-kissy motions at you.

“Guys, shut up. It would never happen—” Bakugo scoffed and gestured toward you. “She wouldn’t date Mister Two-Faced, no one here is stupid enough to do that.” You felt defensive at hearing that about him, even if he is the source of your misery right now. 

“Bakugo, just because I wouldn’t date him doesn’t means he’s not a good hero. I’m just….” You trailed off, trying to come up with an excuse. But maybe your emotions were too raw, you found your bravado lacking as your voice became small. “… not good enough.”

Anything further was cut off as Bakugo suddenly lurched up, staring daggers at you. Even Midoriya had gone quiet, his brows furrowed. What had you done wrong?

“I don’t think saying that is reason for both of you to be so mad at me. What did I even do?” You wouldn’t stand there and take Bakugo’s shit. You weren’t good enough for Shindo but you were good enough to take on any of your friends in a fight. “Guys, why are you so mad at me?”

Kirishima’s mouth may have been open, he swears he wasn’t but you saw him rapidly point to... you? Behind? Whatever. His eyes were blown wide and he was trying to be subtle as fuck but you weren’t having it. You were trying to get over heartbreak, you came to see your friends and this was what you got?

“I swear to god, I will kick your ass, in training, Bakugo if you don’t look me in the eyes and talk to me like I am a human being and not like I grew another fucking head—”

You heard someone clear their throat, maybe even hold back a scoff and that voice was oh-so-familiar. Like someone you recently heard moaning. Someone that you… kindly shut your mouth and swiveled around with the fakest smile plastered on your feature. How did I miss Kirishima’s cue?

Shindo Yo was in your apartment complex. In your dorm common room. In front of you. Probably had been behind you and overheard what you said. To your dismay, he wasn’t uglier, but he was even more handsome in your two-day respite and everlasting embarrassment that could swallow you whole right now. Please let me die.

“Hey fuckface, you’re in the wrong school.” Bakugo was snarling at him as Shindo waved to the room.

“Hey blastie, it’s nice to see you too.” He gave a saccharine sweet smile to Bakugo, fully knowing how easily riled he was. Bakugo scowled at the name, ready to call him out.

Shindo smirked at Bakugo but otherwise held his hands up placatingly. “Don’t jump down my throat, I’m not here to pick a fight or spy on you all. You UA students are so jumpy.” Kaminari and Bakugo didn’t look believing but Midoriya finally smiled and gave him a friendly wave.

“What brings you here Shindo? And calm down Bakugo, he’s probably authorized to come inside. UA doesn’t let people just walk in.” Shindo nodded and held up… your bag and phone. No wonder Kirishima said he couldn’t find it! You had tried to ping it on your laptop, but it had been a mess without it and to text the others.

“I’m just here to return Y/N’s stuff and hopefully have a conversation with her.” He cocked his head to the side, glancing at you. He had his own (fake) smile on, giving a puppy dog look to the girls as they started fussing over you two.

“Of course Y/N would be grateful to talk to you!” You would? You looked back at Yaoyorozu who started shushing all the other guys, including Mineta who was shouting that ‘you had betrayed them all for Ketsubetsu!’ You were about to protest but Mina quickly slapped her hand over your mouth, nodding like a crazy person.

“In fact, you two should have some privacy! Off to your room, Y/N” And she discreetly whispered, “Preferably before Bakugo punches his face.”

Not my room. Not my room. You shook your head but Shindo took you by the arm and tightened his hand in warning. “Y/N, it’s the least you could do after I went through all the trouble of coming here.” It wasn’t until you both reached the stairs that Shindo dropped the smile, following your stiff movements to your room.

You waited until you were both safely away from prying ears and you closed your bedroom door behind him. “Shindo, you don’t need to be here. I don’t think we have anything to talk about unless you want me to apologize for troubling you?”

Your brain was running miles a minute. But you didn’t even know how much he remembered. Maybe just play ignorant for now.

Shindo sat down on your bed, throwing your purse carelessly onto a chair. God, he was so sinfully handsome in his black shirt and dark wash jeans. He knew how to flaunt his assets.

“Y/N, you need to stop playing games.” You hovered at the door and inched towards the doorknob… “If you decide to run away again, I’m going to fucking chain you to this bed until you hear me out.”

Scratch your idea of escape—but hot damn, you swallowed down your nervousness and felt your cunt throb. Being chained to his bed sounded far more appealing than it should. You tried to relax… tried to not show how much the threat turned you on. Because you clearly had priorities.

Like how he remembered that you ran away.

Shindo gestured for you to sit. You sat on the farthest corner away on the bed. Shindo gave a long-suffering sigh at your reluctance. “Y/N, I’m not going to bite. I’m not trying to trick you.” He took on a slightly more cajoling tone, tapping the sheets close to him.

“Shindo, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You looked nervously between the bed and him. His eyes turned darker and his voice a little lower.

“Why?” Shindo breathed out.

You shook your head, recognizing the line of question – he was fishing. Better to still be ignorant. Better to stay on-topic.

“So.” You changed the topic. “What do you mean by playing games, Shindo? I’ve never….” You kept the unspoken words in your head, ‘played, I’m in love with you.’ You continued on, "I’ve never asked you to come in. You could’ve just turned this in and gone back to your girlfriend.” You decided to test the waters because maybe he only remembered parts and not the entirety. You could still salvage this situation.

Shindo scoffed again. “And they say I’m the player. So, what if I have a girlfriend? You mean you’d never date me right? Because you’re such a high-born princess. Telling all your friends out there how you’d never consider me.” Your hands tightened together on your lap.

“Does it matter? You don’t need another notch on your belt, you have someone amazing and wonderful. She’s probably an amazing girlfriend already.” You were confused at his disparaging tone. Why was he turning this around on you? Why did he want you to suffer here with him? Did he just want to humiliate yourself?

“I’ll be nice and cut to the chase Y/N. Do you think I’m the kind of asshole to cheat on … Tatami?” It seemed to take a second for him to say her name. Like he was uncomfortable.

Well, if he was going to be honest…. “Shindo, I don’t think you’re an asshole. You act like one but I know you care and you’re not as evil as you say you are.” You breathed deep, reminding yourself you would face him once and for all. “I think you were drunk, and I was in the wrong for doing what I did.”

“Then why did you do it?” Shindo stared at you.

“Because—” Wow, this was getting uncomfortable fast. “You probably wouldn’t remember, and I thought you wouldn’t care. Not that I would ever help someone cheat, but can I blame you for mistaking me for her?” You tried to give off a casual shrug. “It was dark, it was hard to see. Obviously, my fault for thinking it was something else right?”

Shindo quirked an eyebrow, giving you a vague ‘hmm’.

What was up with this?

“You said you wanted to talk, and I said my piece. Why don’t you just tell me what you want me to do? Tell Tatami? Tell you I fucked up?” You were getting a little peeved; Shindo was literally your wet dream and he was in your room. This was the stuff of your daydreams, but this was the worst situation imaginable.

“I think you’re lying to me.” Shindo kicked off his shoes and swung his legs up to make himself comfortable. “And I don’t feel like leaving until you tell me the truth.”

Oh dear lord, this man was insufferable.

You crawled across the bed and shoved a hand into his chest. Trying to push him off but he made himself more comfortable into your pillows. “You, Shindo, are dating another girl and you’re sitting in my room wanting what? The truth or did you want some sex? Because this sounds like you want some pussy and I’m not the kind of girl who gives it up like this.”

“You gave it up in the bathroom.” Shindo’s eyes fell to your revealed cleavage, the neckline of your sweater had fallen when you got onto the bed. You shoved his face upwards, indignant now.

“That was because I thought you wouldn’t remember and you would forget everything! Even if I confess to you, it doesn’t matter.” Your voice broke on the last word as you finally felt the tears come back.

Shindo’s arm reached out for your elbow, grasping it slowly. Almost like he was actually unnerved by the fact you were crying. The gentleness in contrast to his normal roughness was endearing. He even rubbed your arm as he waited for you to continue. “Stupid Shindo, don’t look at a girl crying. That’s what I call an asshole move.”

“Y/N, do you want to be friends with benefits then?”

“Absolutely not.” Your answer was immediate. You wouldn’t compromise your morals for even him. “I’m not gonna help you cheat now I know you’re dating.”

“So you wanna date me instead then?”

You looked to the side. “No...” Even if it was in the realm of possibility.

“Then why did you confess if you want nothing from me? You wanted a good fuck? Should’ve known you’re the one who wanted a notch on your belt….” He sighed in mock disappointment.

You turned to him, affronted for both you and him. Your feelings weren’t that shallow! If anything, he should know that about you. “I won’t be your friends with benefit because I’m too invested in you. I actually like you and I’m not stupid enough to do that!” You couldn’t handle that kind of relationship.

“Then why won’t you date me?” Shindo goaded.

You couldn’t believe his asinine words. “Did you not get how I said Tatami is literally perfect?!” You were furious enough to shove a punch at him and he dodged it. You scampered upright and gestured to yourself.

“I’m not delusional Shindo so please fucking shut up about dating. I’m not good enough for you,” You threw up your fingers to rattle off your points, “I’m not pretty enough, I’m not confident enough, I’m not sexy enough.”You couldn’t stop yourself, memories of your ex-boyfriend’s accusations came flying in. “I’m a ‘fucking selfish prude’ because I want to be a pro-hero more than anything; even more than a stupid relationship.” You caved into your stupid insecurities and rants, expecting Shindo take a step back. Any guy would walk away from this kind of crazy.

Because everything your ex-boyfriend had pointed out, showed that you would never be good at a relationship. You were too independent, you were too focused, you were too selfish to ever be a good girlfriend. But … “I know this and I wanted to know what one night with you would be like….” Your voice fell to a pathetic, desperateness that you never wanted him to hear.

There was a certain relief though. An ease because you knew he would probably run away and any chance of a relationship was crumbling apart. So, he would leave. Maybe he’d tell everyone downstairs how insane you probably sounded.

“In fact, you’d do yourself a favor if you walked out and forgot this all happened.” Emphasis on the word favor, with as much derision and contempt you could feel.

Shindo rubbed one of his hands at the base of neck as he looked to the side, sighing even more. “You’re a clusterfuck of issues, princess, aren’t you?”

Wow, great words there Casanova.  You gestured to the door in agreement. Obviously, you can leave. Because what could you say? You sighed heavily when he didn’t move though. It seemed he wanted to prolong your misery, embarrassment, and possibly the most botched confession of all time.

“Okay, yes, I’m a cluster fuck of issues. You deserve better than whatever my stupid feelings would take you. So just be happy because you deserve someone amazing.” You knew you were being contrary, you had just confessed to him and turned him down.

“You’re getting to be a broken record Y/N”. Shindo still didn’t leave. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, taking a deep breath in and out…. maybe he was just honestly needed a few minutes for it to sink in.

“Y/N, I’m still here. Closing your eyes and wishing me away isn’t gonna work.” Shindo was giving you a skeptical look now, cross-legged on the bed. He reached over to pull a pillow into his lap. Why was he getting even more comfortable?

Shindo sighed. “You’re a mess but now that the truth is out—the entire truth instead of this half-assed ‘I should be with Tatami’ shit, I have a few things to say.” Shindo wasn’t obtuse, he knew you had been looking at him. You had caught his eye from the get-go when he wondered what you looked like, what happened when your studious exterior was broken and stripped away. In fact, he thought of toying with you and fucking you once until your interest dissipated. It always did when girls found out his true nature. But you… you were different.

“First of all, I’m not dating Tatami. What she was calling me…” He rubbed his fingers between his furrowed brows. “She calls me that for shits and giggles in front of fangirls to mess with me.” You double-took at this.  “I was trying to hook up with you, Y/N, and I’m not dicking around with my friends.” Shindo grimaced at the mere thought.  “Whatever you came away with, I’m not desperate enough to pretend you were her.” You still felt yourself deflate though. He was dicking and fucking around right? At least he knew it was you… Much relief that was, you thought sarcastically.

Shindo waved his hand in front of your face, snapping his fingers. “Hey. Listen to me before you get the wrong idea.” Huh. Shindo was getting surprisingly good at reading you. “I don’t want to date Tatami but I want a chance at dating you.”

You … probably misheard that. “Dating who?”

Shindo chuckled. Actually, genuinely chuckled as he pointed at you. You threw a look over your shoulder to make sure there was no one behind you.  Shindo tried to look put off but his mouth was quirked up in amusement.

“Y/N, stop acting like an idiot. Look at me because I’m not done yet.” He looked relaxed with a bit of snark. You weren’t sure if even Shindo could fake this expression.

“Shindo, you want to date me, a fucking mess?” You interrupted him.

“Sounds like a mess that’s actually in love with me and willing to give me a chance.” Shindo wasn’t oblivious to the fact most women shied away from his dual-nature and strong dose of sadistic cruelty underneath his nice-guy exterior.

“Y/N, we’re both humans. We both have a lot of shit to work through, but it sounds like someone told you that they were an insecure asshole and took it out on you.” He wasn’t…. exactly wrong about your ex-boyfriend. You grimaced at the memories, of all the time you wasted on him.

“I personally wouldn’t mind a pro-hero girlfriend who takes no shit from anyone—even me. In fact, we can both compete for top 10 and beat out your UA classmates.” Shindo appreciated that you valued being a hero rather than a vapid girlfriend. It gave him a vaguely smug superiority to think of you being a hero of your own right, watch you flaunt your success to your UA classmates and watch them look on in envy when you were his girlfriend. Even blastie didn’t score this.

“And you said you weren’t sexy enough? Selfish prude? Y/N, that sounds like a guy didn’t know what he was doing.”

Some asshole obviously didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. You saying this was a fucking invitation to Shindo—you were a composed, staid, straight-laced kind of girl.  It turned him on since he wanted to see how your tight, nearly virgin pussy would take him. He wanted to see your discomposed face fall open in pleasure. He wanted to see how far he could break your composure and seriousness. Shindo had to shove his arousal down, feeling a wave of excitement at the thought of trying to find all your kinks and desires. God the possibilities were endless.

You, on the other hand, were leaning into him in confusion.

“This doesn’t sound like a reason for you to want to date me. It sounds like you’re playing nice-guy to make myself feel better and less crazy?”  In fact, you still half-expected Shindo would say this was all a joke.

Shindo felt his lip curve into a smile, slightly more cunning and a little more saccharine-sweet than you had ever seen him. “Come closer and I’ll tell you why you’re worth the trouble?” He crooked his finger and you felt yourself crawling towards him. He opened his legs, his soothing murmur acting like a lure for you—your worries were overwhelmed in face of his temptingly strong arms.

“Y/N.” You leaned in close—close enough for him to grab your head and crush his mouth over yours. You were so startled that you parted your lips in protest and he took the chance to forcibly shove his tongue in. He kissed like he was devouring you, his tongue licking into all the crevices of your mouth, tasting your sweetness and barely giving you a breath. One of his hands locked your waist in, another at the base of your neck as he refused to give you an inch of space.

This went on for long minutes until he finally lifted his mouth to give you a reprieve. You had been so close, so very close to rubbing your chest against his to feel more of his brawny muscle—but you still had enough reason to stop and shove at him uselessly. Little sanity that you had left…

“Are you suuuuper sure that you want to date someone like me?”

“I want to date you. I’m not in it for some pussy, babe. The truth is you like me despite that I’m a selfish two-faced bastard.” He rasped out. “That you like me enough to want me to be happy even though I want to fucking ruin you.” You found your thighs getting wet at his harsh voice. Shindo chuckled, almost as if he knew what he was going to you. “Some asshole doesn’t know how to handle you but that’s on them. I could have you riding, begging for me and making you come over and over if you were my girlfriend.” You felt his burgeoning erection and you had started to gyrate your hips with his—and you didn’t even realize. Your eyes were starting to glaze over with the promises he made…

But Shindo took on a more serious tone. “That you actually would cry over me because you want me here.” Your hands clenched in his black shirt, finding your sappy sentimental heart at war with the lust crawling from your hot throbbing cunt. As for Shindo…. He remembered your endearing show of affection. After you had left him in the bathroom, he had almost snapped at Tatami for ruining his post-coital moment. It actually felt nice to have you cuddle with him because he normally never cared for it.

“And you crying does things to me.” You looked up, a lilting questioning glint in your eyes. “I want to be the only one you’re crying about. Mostly when I’m fucking you, but I don’t want you with some other dick.” He wanted to be the only person you fell apart for.

“Shindo, I think that’s called sadism.” You quipped. Wow, in the heat of his confession, you still couldn’t hold back your commentary. Shindo liked this about you. Even in the throes of oncoming sex, you also could put him in his place but make him laugh.

“Hey, a relationship is all about compromise, right? It’s a fair trade when you’re the complicated one.” God, Shindo was crude but this confession was better than any flowery words ever could’ve been.

“I don’t know if it’s a compromise when I’m complicated and you’re a sadistic asshole… SHINDO!” Shindo thrust his erection into your clothed cunt as he cut the conversation short.

“Y/N, you’re either going to agree to be my girlfriend and I can fuck you right now. Or you can say no, and I will leave.” Shindo wasn’t really giving you a choice.

“Fine. If you are willing to take me, ‘clusterfuck’ of a mess as I am.” You said, finally feeling an inkling of hope beyond the fears you had built around yourself. You never thought Shindo would take a chance on you… nor you, on him. Because you were also starting to realize Shindo was never going to be the ideal, caring, considerate prince you had imagined in your childhood. And that wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted Shindo just as he was.

Shindo eagerly took off your shirt now, whistling once he saw your bra-less chest. “How could you keep this from me?” The bathroom lighting had done you no justice. You said you weren’t pretty but you were gorgeous. He muttered as much, you thought you even heard something about ‘thank god no one’s gonna fucking know how sexy you are’ but it was muffled as he stuffed his face between your boobs.  He started to slip off your shorts, but you stopped him with a soft kick. “Baby, that’s kinda violent don’t you think?” He didn’t let up though as he tugged it off.

You tugged at his shirt and put on a petulant pout, “Hey, I’m all for equality. Take off your clothes.” Shindo grinned and peeled off his shirt, finally letting you look at his muscled abs you had been admiring for months, that you had only taken peeks at. You impishly stole a kiss from him and unabashedly ran your hands down his abs.

“Wow, now that you’re not all desperate in a bathroom, you’re really mouthy.” He reluctantly ended the kiss, brushing a thumb against your lips at the end of his sentence. You gave a mischievous lick to his fingers, relishing the taste of Shindo’s skin. You craved more, leaning upward to lick the sweat off the base of his throat. He did a quick intake of breath as he growled, “Y/N, I thought you said you were a prude.”

You fell back onto the bed and gave a questioning look? “Apparently? I’ve never been so curious as to how someone else tasted.” You licked your lips to savor it a bit more. Shindo literally groaned.

“Stop saying shit like that or I‘ll be stuffing your mouth full of cock, babe.” Your face went beet-red as you suddenly stared down at his bulging briefs, of course he wore briefs, and envisioned it. “Oh babe, were you imagining it?” He cooed, smugness filling up the room. “You wanna see if I’ll take it slow? Let you get used to it?” He inched his briefs down, inch by inch. “Or will I stuff your face, watch you drool and choke on it?” You tried to cover your face because oh god, you had never been teased before.

“Oh baby, you’re in for so much if you’re embarrassed by just this.” Shindo was going to savor every bit of your embarrassed innocence.  This was pure gold. You were the picture of corrupted innocence with your hair splayed on the pillow, your chest and neck blushing pink, legs lewdly open and he could see the wetness gathering on your panties.

“Shindoooo” You whined.  

“Calm down, I’ll take it easy on you.” For now, he thought silently. He trailed his hand down, exploring the soft skin of your neck, teasingly brushing his hands over your hardened nipples… smirking when you squirmed underneath his gaze. His hand came to your stomach and he held still for a moment. He wondered if his cock could fill you up to the point you’d cry? A thought for another time. He slipped his finger underneath the waistband of your panties and grinned.

“How much do you like this pair?” You shrugged, not really knowing what he meant. At least until he slipped it off and held it tantalizingly to the side. “I kind of want a memento of our first official date.”

“Shindo, that is fucking nasty.” You could actually see how wet it was. Shindo shrugged.

“You said you were in love with me. Nasty is my default mode.” Shindo descended to your navel, sliding lower as he made himself comfortable. He propped one leg over his shoulder—wait, what was he doing? You were too new to this, but he couldn’t be thinking of that right?

“Babe, you gotta let me eat.” He swooped in while you tried to twist out of his grasp but he wasn’t going to let you escape. Never gonna let you run away again. Shindo hadn’t said this but the fact you were faster than him disgruntled him.  He licked deep into your cunt, opening up your moist, tight lips. You couldn’t move from the climbing pleasure as he lapped like a man starved. His mouth followed the throbbing of your cunt to the aching to your clit.  He gently suckled your clit, making breathy whiny gasps fall from your mouth.

“Last time was a little hard and fast. I wanna make sure you know I can be gentle as you want.” He let your orgasm build, watching the quivering of your thighs pull taut—and then the bastard withdrew.

“But is gentle what you want?” Shindo just…. breathed over your sensitive cunt. Didn’t move an inch. You could feel his fingers stroking your leg but nowhere near what you wanted. He was purposely edging you. “I remember what you said before. Are you my little fuck toy?” You nodded a little desperately. But it was not what he wanted to see, judging from his tightening fingers on your leg. He tutted at you.

What had he said before? You scrambled to remember. Remembered how he had lost control of himself at something you said… You realized. “Shindo, fuck your girlfriend like you mean it.” You reached a hand down to spread yourself open.

Shindo had expected something but not like that. “I was gonna go nice and slow because you’re my sweet little girlfriend, but it turns out you’re perfect for me.” He finally, finally started the slide of his fingers to probe deeper into your wet cunt and scissor your insides open. He was looking for that fleshy spot, leering at how your mouth fell open when he did find it. He turned his vibrating quirk on, watching you scream at the sudden quaking pressure. Only when you lay gasping and overstimulated, did he started inching his cock into your wetness. It was snug, tight, and still twitching from your orgasm--- Shindo’s eyes glazed over with pleasure, looking drunk on the feeling of you. 

Once he moved.. oh god. He was drinking up your little whimpers and sighs, starting a dominating rhythm. It didn’t matter what you said or how you begged; he thrust hard and fast,  kept you on edge when he slowed down, only to surprise you by pushing his cock punishingly hard against your sweet spot. It seemed like you were his little rag doll, subject to his whims—at least until he took pity on you, letting you orgasm when he finally came inside you. Even afterward, he kept you impaled and still on his cock. He enjoyed the feeling of cum slipping out of you, rubbing it back into your cunt. You shivered at feeling his fingers circle around, glazing your thighs with his release.

When you finally had some energy to talk, you scoffed. “That was gentle?”

“You should be glad that I didn’t vibrate my dick.” He shifted to lay on top of you, caging you in. You noticed he was careful not to crush you—something small that showed that he cared. He brought his slick fingers back to cup your face. “Gross, Shindo.” He grinned unrepentantly. He nuzzled your neck and you couldn’t resist playing with your boyfriend’s soft hair. It was a moment to cherish.

Then came his next statement. “Hey, what’s your dorm rules on boyfriends?” He barreled on, as if a thought just occurred to him. “Can I surprise McBlastie Bakugo in the morning? What I would give to see his face when he wakes up to see me.” He snickered. “So much for the fact you wouldn’t date me.“ You literally groaned for a whole different reason.

Shindo wasn’t going to let it rest though. When you stubbornly gave no answer, he took a different tactic. “Babe, don’t you want to show me off?” He cajoled you, rolling his hips a little deeper into yours. You clenched around him despite how tired you were. “Or we can just show off how I make you scream? Maybe we can even fuck on his bed?”

Okay. Shindo was an asshole and troll until the end of time, but he was officially your boyfriend. One part of having your dreams came true, you also had to forever mediate between him and your UA friends.

Eh. They could live with it.

[tamakissimp]

headcanon- secretly rich s/o

request: @rayanicaraynbow​ Hi! This might be a little weird, but could I get headcanons for Todoroki, YaoMomo, Shinsou, and Jiro with a s/o that is the child of a pro hero/someone who's just generally rich, but they have a different last name than their rich parent, so nobody knows their rich. I'm not sure if this is *too* specific or not specific *enough*. If not, that's fine, it was just a random 1 AM thought, and I couldn't find a rules list if there was one. I love your blog btw! :)

a/n: I wrote Shouto’s differently because this boy 100% has a rich people radar. idc it’s true.

TODOROKI:

He'll probably know that you're rich before you tell him. He most likely saw you at a 'rich people' party when he was younger.

He knows how much it sucks to be judge by your parents' name so he'll ignore the topic of your family all together.

Shouto thinks it's cute and sad at the same time how much you try to hide your wealth.

He loves how nonrich you act. Going to thrift shops as dates, always sharing bills, checking price tags, not always getting name-brand stuff.

He loves how normal he feels around you. No pressure to go out to fancy restaurants. You tow can just make a nice homecooked meal.

Absolutely adores the low maintenance dates. You two can go for a walk in the park and call it a date.

You've already gone through your 'allowance' (while you have a couple hundred thousand in your bank account) and still need a sweater. He'll use this as an excuse to gift you his clothing. Seeing you in his shirts makes his heart do summersaults.

"Shouto.". The half-and-half boy turns around at the sound of your voice. His hearts warm up at the sight of you, a big smile plastered on your cheeks while you hold a shirt in front of you. "Look how cute this is! And it's only 300 yen.".

Shouta walks over to you and presses the shirt against you slightly. He tries to imagine how it would look on you. "It's pretty," he says. "But it'll look even prettier on you.". You give his chest a playful swat as you hide your face behind the shirt. "What, it's true.".

"You are a flirt, mister," you say before twirling around and walking to the changing rooms in the thrift shop. Shouta doesn't know what he's feeling. Maybe it's love, maybe it's happiness, maybe it's longing. He doesn't know. All he knows is that he's hooked on how domestic things like going shopping together feel. How normal everything feels. He isn't Shouto Todoroki, son of Endeavor. You aren't Y/n Y/L/n, child of one of the richest family in Japan.

No, you're just Shouta and Y/n. Just a young couple wanting to spend their afternoon together.

MOMO:

She is very rich herself. Even though she should be able to recognize a fellow rich person, she doesn't.

She always pays when you go out to eat, she buys you the most extravagant gifts while yours are just average.

You even got a job, not wanting to solely rely on your parents' money.

Every time she offered to pay for something or gift you something, you had to stifle your laughter. Her intent is kind and sweet but at the same time useless. You could easily buy all the stuff she gifts you yourself.

You like to DIY stuff with her. Upcycling old clothing, tailoring thrift shop clothing, mixing broken items. You make it a bonding experience for both of you.

If she thinks that you're on the poorer side than she'll spoil you to death. Either with basic things like your favourite snacks or with that shirt she's seen you eyeing in the store.

She had no clue about your wealth so when she found out, she was perplexed.

It isn't weird for Aizawa to take attendance, though he forgot to do so most of the times. "Bakugou," he says. Bakugou grunts in response. You and Momo are too caught up in your own hushed conversation to pay attention to what the teacher is saying.

"Tanaka," Aizawa says. Fuck. Your attention is suddenly turned to the teacher. Students look around themself for the said Tanaka. "Oh, sorry. Y/l/n.". You raise your hand and drop it back down the second Aizawa acknowledges your presence.

You turn back to Momo. Her jaw has dropped and she's looking at you with wide eyes. "You're a Tanaka?". You nod at her question. Everyone knew the Tanaka's. They're the richest family in Japan, owning multiple renown hero agency.

"Yeah," you say as you awkwardly scratch at the back of your neck. "But I go by my father's name.". Momo nods. She understands the pressure of being seen as the 'rich kid'. The assumptions people make about you just because of your financial status.

"Don't worry," she says. "You're still Y/n to me.". You smile at her before continuing your conversation. God, how did you get lucky enough to end up with someone like Momo?

SHINSO:

Shinso never cared about how much money you had or how little. All he cared about is that you're with him. That you don't judge him for his quirk.

So he never noticed the few designer pieces of clothing you had mixed between your wardrobe. Or the fact that you always had the newest model phone on the market.

He thought that you were just being kind and wanted to treat him when you offered to pay the bill whenever you went out to eat.

When you were younger, you tried to hide who your mother was more but as you went older and went to the U.A, you started to accept it more.

So, when Shinsou found out you're the child of a pro-hero, saying he's shocked is an understatement.

Guest speakers come every often. At least once a week, the school arrange a pro-hero to come and give the class a pep talk or give them tips. Due to this, you knew that it was only a matter of time before your mother would be standing before your class.

"I'll pick you up at your dorm.". You read over your mother's text a hundred times. Even though you weren't the one who's going to be standing in front of a class full of hyperactive, overly excited students you're still nervous. You tap your foot against the floor as you bit your nails.

"Y/n!". You turn to your left. You see your mother standing in the elevator, waving at your happily before mentioning you to come over. You take quick steps towards her. The moment you're within arms-reach she pulls you in for a hug. "I missed you. Have you gotten taller?".

You swat her hand away as she tries to ruffle through your hair. "A little. And I missed you too.". The elevator doors close and you two start to move downwards. You tell your mother all about your class but your conversation is interrupted when the elevator stops and another person enters.

"Baby?". You look up as you see your boyfriend standing before you. His eyes wander from you to the pro-hero, your mother, standing beside you. He bows slightly to her before standing beside you.

"Is this the boy you've been telling me about?" your mother asks as she nudges your side. Your cheeks heat up as you nod your head. "He's handsome!". You look over at Shinso, who's eyes are wide. He tilts his head as you can almost see the gears in his hand turning.

You smile at him. "Shinso, this is my mom," you say. With that his jaw drops. Sure, he saw how much you two looked alike but he didn't think much of it. His mouth opens and closes a couple of times as he tries to think of what to say.

"You didn't tell him about me?". You shake your head at your mother's question. The elevator doors open against and your mother quickly slips out of the it, leaving you and a barely functioning Shinsou behind.

You lace your fingers through Shinsu's and pull him out of the elevator. "You're.....She's your mom?" he asks. You nod while keeping your eyes fixed on the ground. Will he judge you? Will he be mad that you didn't tell him? "Huh, never would have guessed.". You're taken aback by his cheery tone but your confusion doesn't last long as Shinso drags you along with him to your classroom. Well, that went smoother than you imagined.

JIRO:

Much like Shinsou, she doesn't care about your wealth. She doesn't care about your money. All she cares about is that you love her.

She'll start to grow suspicious when you buy concert tickets and new instruments for her like it's nothing but she won't bring it up.

Jiro will probably try to 'compensate' with your gifts and goes out of her way with cute dates and romantic gestures.

She doesn't say a thing about your wealth until you gift her a new guitar for the third time.

And when she accidentally sees your true last name on a letter your parents send you, she's surprised. You, her Y/n who's she's been with for so long, is filthy rich.

"Surprise," you say as you push the beautifully wrapped box towards her. Jiro quirks up her brow as she carefully rips the patterned paper of the box. She opens it to reveal a new guitar.

She recognizes the model. You've seen her eying it for a week now. Your heart warms up as you see a smile spread across her lips. "Again?" she asks. You nod.

"I couldn't help myself," you explain. "I wanted to hear you play on it.". Jiro just shakes her head with a smile as she continues to unbox the instrument.

You watch her intensively as she places the now fully unwrapped guitar next to her older ones. It stands out. It's shinier than the others. "How do you afford this?" she says. "A guitar is like 60,000 yen.". You just shrug as you pull her towards you.

"Oh, it's...inheritance.". You feel bad for lying straight through your teeth but you don't know who she'll react if she finds out about your family. You plaster on a smile.

"I saw the letter," she says. Your blood runs cold. Maybe she saw a different letter. Yeah, it must have been. "I don't care about your family.". Oh crap. She definitely read the letter.

Your smile falters a bit. Jiro notices and cups your cheeks. "Is something wrong?" she asks. Her voice calms you down a bit. You just shake your head.

"No, I just..." you say. "I just thought you might...act differently when you found out.". She shakes her head and plants a kiss on your forehead.

"God no, you're still my Y/n," Jiro says.

[imanativeofswlondondahling]

Being A Stark (3)- Peter Parker x Stark!femReader

Word Count: 1852

Warnings: None I think...

Author’s Note: Honestly I love this chapter so much, so I hope you all enjoy it. Let me know your thoughts or if you want to be tagged in the future. 

Becoming A Stark || Chapter One || Master List

“Hey kiddo.” Your dad’s voice was the last thing you were expecting to hear while reading A Brave New World to get you ready for when you head off to classes. Technically this was the summer reading and you had already read it for the start of freshman year, but restarting ninth grade seems like a good reason to prepare yourself again. But you almost throw the book across the room at the sound of your dad’s voice. 

“Dad?” You set the book aside, flipping it over to hold your place, and stand up to walk over to the bed. “You’re awake.”

“Sure am.” His left hand reaches up to scrub at his eyes. “Don’t tell me you’ve spent all your free time here.”

“Ok, I won’t tell you then.” You say as you look him over. He’s worse for wear, but you’ve never been so happy to see his eyes open. He reaches his good arm to take your hand.

“I’ve missed you kiddo.”

“I’ve missed you being awake.” You say, knowing he’s talking about the five years you were gone. It still doesn’t feel like you missed all that time, but there’s little things that are different. People’s haircuts, tech updates… Morgan. You have an updated pump coming to the cabin since yours is out of warranty now. “I hear you did it.”

“Mastered time travel to get you back? Yeah I did.” He smiles at you as he takes in the fact that you haven’t changed even though you were gone for five years.

“I meant the closed loop system, but that’s cool too.”

“Oh yeah, that. Did that about a year after the Blip. Figured I’d make sure you came back to something better. Spent the next four years focusing on…” he trails off. “Doesn’t matter. But then Capsicle, Nat, and Pissant show up telling me that they want to try and get everyone back. I couldn’t give up a chance to get you back. Get everyone back.” You sit down on the side of his bed, holding his hand in yours, his thumb running along the ring Pepper had given you for your birthday.

“I met Morgan.” You say and you see worry and joy both wash over his face. 

“What do you think?”

“Well she took me by surprise. The whole Blip made everything feel like not even a day had passed. So having a five year old sister? That wasn’t something I was expecting. But she’s a pretty great kid.”

“She reminds me a lot of her older sister.” Tony says with a smile. 

“I should let Dr. Cho know you’re awake. And Mo- Pepper.”

“Hold on a second.” His good hand holds onto yours. “What’s with this calling Pep by her name and not Mom?” You shrug, not wanting to voice your thoughts. “Come on. Spill. Talk to your old man about it all.”

“She’s got her own kid now. It’s different.” You shrug again, feeling unable to fully explain that you don’t feel like your mom will want you anymore now that Morgan is here.

“Y/N, she was just as upset as I was when you Blipped. Even more upset when she found out she was pregnant and you weren’t going to get to be there when Morgan was born. You’re her kid too. There is no not wanting you just because Morgan is in the picture now too. Same goes for me. We both love both of you equally. Our little misses are just going to have to get used to sharing their mom and dad.” His hand tightens on yours. “Now I don’t think I’m supposed to be moving a ton, so you’re either going to have to come here so I can hug you or I’m going to break a lot of rules, because I’ve waited for five years to hug my kid.” You smile at him before diving towards your dad. Your arms wrap around him, careful of the arm that is just laying there, and you hold onto him. His good arm wraps around your back, holding you to him. “This is what I missed the most while you were gone.” He says before kissing your cheek.

“I hear you hugged Peter.” 

“I may have.”

“So does this mean you accept my boyfriend now?”

“If he makes you happy, I will put up with him.”

“Good.” You place a kiss on his cheek. “I’m going to grab Dr. Cho and call Mom.”

“You don’t have to go anywhere.” He says holding onto your hand, stopping you from getting up. “FRIDAY, tell Doc I’m awake.” You roll your eyes at not thinking about using FRIDAY. “Kiddo, you better know I’m not going to let you go very far for a while now. I spent five years without you.”

“I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.” You pull your phone out and shoot a message to your mom about Tony being awake. She’s only upstairs, using the kitchen in what used to be the apartment you lived in to make Morgan and you some lunch. “Did you know I have to restart ninth grade? I have to take Biology and Chemistry all over again and I’m going to die.” You say dramatically.

“I’ll be there every step of the way. Peter and I’ll make sure you pass. Just like last time.”

“I was barely passing last time.”

“But you already have the head start of having taken the first half of the semester.”

“That means nothing.” You say before another voice comes into the room.

“Daddy!” Morgan climbs up on the bed on his other side and gives him a big hug. “You slept longer than when I was sick.” She stares Tony down as if asking him to explain himself. She’s leaning away from his marked up arm, although most of it is covered by his hospital gown and the sling.

“I was really tired Morgana. Will you forgive me?” She nods her head before looking over at you. 

“Daddy, Y/N came back like you said she would.”

“She did, didn’t she?” Tony smiles at his youngest, wanting to reach out with his right hand to push her hair back, but it’s currently trapped in a sling and not wanting to do anything.

“She played Barbies with me yesterday. She’s much better at it than you are.” Morgan states as if it’s a fact. “You should have come back sooner.” She says to you.

“I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon. I think Dad might get mad if I do.” You stage whisper the last part to her. She shakes her head.

“He won’t get mad. He would just be really sad. He always got sad when he talked about you.”

“She’s got you there kiddo. I would miss you a lot if you left again.” Pepper sits next to Morgan, a hand drifting to place itself on Tony’s leg, needing to touch him.

“Hey.” Tony says, looking at Pepper. “Your eyes are red. Few tears for your long lost boss?” Tony smirks at her as if it’s an inside joke that you and Morgan won’t understand.

“If you ever do that again… I won’t be looking for a new job. I’ll be looking for a new husband, you understand that?” 

“I missed the wedding?” You can’t help but interrupt. You should have caught it when Peter called her Mrs. Stark, but now you’re realizing what happened. Pepper turns from looking at your dad to looking at you.

“You didn’t really miss much. We eloped.” She explains.

“Wanted to be married before a certain miss, but didn’t feel right doing a whole big ceremony when all the important people would be missing.” Tony adds.

“Couldn’t have a wedding without my maid of honor.” Pepper smiles at you. “So now that you’re back, guess we can do a vow reunion or a real wedding or something.”

“Wait you’re serious? Me? Maid of honor?” You stumble over the words not fully believing what your mom was saying.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I have my daughter be my maid of honor?”

“Because you want someone older to do it?”

“If there’s going to be a wedding can I be the flower girl?” Morgan interrupts.

“Of course you can.” Tony reaches over to ruffle Morgan’s hair as Pepper comes to sit next to you.

“There is no one I would rather as my maid of honor than you.” She wraps an arm around you. “You’re the only one I can trust to make everything perfect. Honestly the only people that have to be at the wedding are you, Tony, and Morgan. Anyone else who is there is just a bonus. That’s why we couldn’t have the wedding without you.”

“I understand that. I just... I’m fifteen. You want a fifteen year old as your maid of honor? You could have anyone in the whole world. You could have one of the Avengers.” You point out. 

“I could. But I want my daughter. And she’s back. So let’s plan a wedding.” She places a kiss on your cheek. “Sound good Maid of Honor?” 

“Yeah, I guess so.” 

“So I hear our patient is wide awake now.” Dr. Cho’s voice comes from the door.

“What’s the diagnosis Doc? How soon can you break me out of here?” Tony asks.

“Got to run a few tests, but I would say hopefully next couple days?” Dr. Cho looks at all the people sitting with Tony. “I may have to ask a few people to get off the bed so I can look you over.”

“Lunch was basically ready upstairs. How about the girls and I go eat and we’ll be back after?” Pepper suggests trying to get out of Dr. Cho’s hair.

“I’ll take Morgan upstairs. You stay with Dad.” You suggest. You know Pepper will want to know what’s going on anyway. This makes more sense. “You can come join us for lunch after the tests.”

“Ok.” You stand from the bed, stick your bookmark in your book you had forgotten about, before reaching for Morgan. You swing her off the bed and she squeals with laughter. 

“Come on Momo. Let’s go upstairs. Maybe we can find some juice pops.” You whisper the last part loudly. Morgan giggles as she grabs onto your hand. 

“Can we bring Daddy one later? He got hurt. He deserves a juice pop.” Morgan looks up at you with doe like eyes.

“I think we could probably do that.” You and Morgan walk towards the elevator as Morgan rambles on about different things. You honestly love the chatter of your little sister. Over the past few days, it’s filled the silence that your dad normally would and that calmed you some. 

“Daddy’s going to be all better now right Y/N?” Morgan asks as you step on the elevator. “His arm still has a booboo.”

“His arm does have a booboo, but Dr. Cho is going to look at it and do what she can to help it. But Dad is going to be around for a long time.”

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[ao3feed-bakusquad]

All I Want is You Next to Me

all I want is you next to me (hear you breath, hold your body close to mine) by Caramel-Colored Glasses

He watches as Katsuki goes through the motions, eyes flickering to Momo as she wields the crochet hook this way and that, starting to create something resembling what she calls a “granny stitch” from her spot on the couch in the common room. He hides his chuckle at Katsuki's confused but determined face, thinking he's adorable with the way the furrow in his brow deepens in his concentration.

“When you've got all the basic stitches down,” she says, eyes glittering in the soft light, “this is one of the easier stitches that's not just the basic stitch itself, and it works up faster.” Hitoshi can hear her get quieter, as if she's trying to hide her next words from Shinsou, and she continues, “so if you wanted to make a blanket, this would be a fast way to do so.”

A blanket? Interesting, Hitoshi decides. He chooses to keep quiet rather than let Momo know he heard her, and his eyes pan over the yarn in the blond's hands.

It's a variegated yarn, one with a lot of color, yet also not. Hitoshi's not a yarn expert, but there are many… variations of purple in it. It reminds him of himself.

Or, Katsuki learns to crochet. It has devastating consequences.

Words: 2286, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Yaoyorozu Momo - a tad bit, Sero Hanta - a tad bit

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto (Pre-slash)

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Cute, Shinsou Hitoshi is in Class 1-A, Bakugou Katsuki is Whipped, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Significant Other, Shinsou Hitoshi is Whipped, Shinsou Hitoshi is a Good Significant Other, Shinsou Hitoshi is a Dork, uhhhhh, basically bakugou learns how to crochet because he wants to make a blanket for shinsou, and shinsou just be like a cat, sleeping everywhere he can, Literal Sleeping Together, Cuddling & Snuggling

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36983161

[babyboyblasty]

CHAPTER 3:

Bakugou made it to his room and closed the door behind him before throwing himself into bed without even taking off his uniform in exhaustion. He was totally worn out today. Being a girl really takes a lot out of ya. He had to physically restrain himself from launching forward at a couple of extras that whistled at him like he was a damn dog. It pissed him off.

The blonde got to relax all but ten minutes before there was a series of knocks on his door. He would've ignored it if the knocking wasn't persistently getting louder the longer he waited. With a groan, Bakugou got up and swung the door open. He was prepared to lash out on whoever it was when he suddenly found himself getting pushed aside as Mina walked in past him like she owned the place. The pink girl was followed by round face, ears, frog girl, invisi-bitch, and last but not least, ponytail. At least Momo had the decency to look apologetic as she sheepishly closed the door behind herself. "Sorry, Bakugou-kun. They asked where I was going and I told them I was coming to see you to help you out with your new uniform and.. well.." she trailed off, looking at the rest of girls who were currently looking around his room with curiosity and awe. After all, they had never been in his room before. All except for Mina.

They ignored his glare at the uninvited intrusion.

"Sit, please" Momo smiled and gestured towards his bed. He scoffed but did as told, watching as she unrolled a measuring tape then came forward. "Arms to the side" she hummed and he did, too tired to argue. She measured his hips, his waist, and his bust before telling him to stand to measure his torso, arm length, and a few other things.

"So Bakugou-chan, how do you like being a girl so far?" invisible girl asked and the others nodded in agreement, looking up with interest. They were all sitting on the floor in a circle around him and Momo. They looked like kindergartners waiting to be read a book.

"It sucks" he rolled his eyes and again they all nodded. "Sometimes, yeah" Uraraka sighed, resting her chin on her hand, "but otherwise it's fun!"

"Let's go to the mall tomorrow, Blasty! I want to dress you up in so many things" Mina squealed and Toru joined in with a squeal of her own, grabbing Mina's hands in excitement.

"Hah!? Do I look like a damn barbie to you?" he spat out. Momo was finished at that point and now had their back to them as she pulled up her shirt to use her quirk.

"You have the face for it, kero" Tsuyu put a finger to her cheek, tongue poking out slightly to the side.

"Ugh, don't even get me started. I've always been jealous of Bakugou's skin" Jirou grunted and Uraraka made a noise in agreement. "Me too! What's your secret, Bakugou?"

He scoffed. "I don't have a secret, losers. The old hag's quirk is glycerin. She passed on the good skin gene to me, I guess" he shrugged. All the girls continued gossiping and giggling before Momo was turning back around and wiping her forehead with her arm. "I hope this is okay, Bakugou-kun. I just made you the necessary'' she smiled and handed him the pile of clothes. He took them and looked over each one. It was basically the same as what that brown bag had that morning but this one was to his size. Momo also included three pairs of bras and three pairs of panties. He held up a navy blue bra to look at it closer before handing it back to Momo. "No."

"Bakugouuuuuuuu~ your back will hurt if you don't wear it" Mina whined. Really, she just wanted to see him in one.

"No."

Mina sighed before she smirked. "Just as well. Figured you were too much of a little boy that you feel your manhood threatened by a simple bra. Midoriya definitely wouldn't care" she shrugged, faking nonchalance. The others held their breath. SHE WAS POKING A THREE HEADED BEAST! WHAT WAS MINA DOING!

"WHAT'D YOU SAY, RACOON EYES!?" he yelled and she smirked. Got him.

"I'm more of a man than any of those other bastards. Even like this!" he growled. "Gimme that" Katsuki huffed and snatched the bra out of Momo's hands, chucking his blazer and uniform shirt off him and put it aside on his bed to fold later. He wasn't an animal.

Jirou looked up from her phone and blushed a dark red. "Ahh- BAKUGOU!!! YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT!!!" the short haired girl flailed her arms around before she covered her face. Bakugou put on the bra and reached back to clip it into place. Momo was impressed at how easily he was able to do it.

"There. Happy?" he frowned, arms crossed. It only served to push his breasts up and Jirou felt like dying in second hand embarrassment. He did it like nothing and the rest didn't even seem fazed! The girls all cheered and Mina even whistled. Yup. He was definitely hot and Invisible Girl was suddenly glad no one was able to see how she was pointedly staring.

***

That next morning, the girls all helped Bakugou get ready. He doesn't know why but now that he was a girl too, they all seemed to have collectively agreed to ignore every threat and snarl he sent their way and clinged to him more instead. It was a unanimous decision to adopt him into their girl group.

"Oi! Watch it, round face" Bakugou snarled but Ochako remained unfazed as she continued brushing out his blonde hair. His hair as a girl was the exact same as before and she was amazed at how soft to the touch it was. She always assumed it'll be hard and crunchy because of the spikes.

Katsuki buttoned up the uniform shirt over the bra Momo made him and slipped the dark green skirt up his perfectly smooth and fair legs. They made a compromise regarding his underwear and Momo made him boyshorts. There were absolutely no bruises or scars on him whatsoever, and if he had any leg hair they were so light that they couldn't even see them. Ochako finished and let him put on his knee high socks and shoes (which Mina let him borrow since his regular shoes were too big). When Momo handed him the tie it wasn't a surprise when he absolutely refused to wear it. He slipped on the blazer and Hagakure spritzed some sweet smelling perfume on him. He would've killed her if she hadn't left running.

"You look great, Blasty!"

"Bakugou-chan does look rather stunning, kero."

"The clothes hug your body perfectly, Bakugou-kun!"

Bakugou let out a 'tch' sound but the slight pink to his cheeks gave him away as they all insisted on walking with him towards class. He let them tag along but that doesn't mean he talked to them. They didn't mind though as they all talked amongst themselves. Walking the halls of UA with his backpack thrown casually over one shoulder, eyes set dead ahead, Katsuki didn't notice the way some random students' mouths dropped as they looked at him. Who wouldn't look when the blonde boy-turned-girl looked absolutely gorgeous!?!? To the people outside of class 3A, perhaps they thought that Bakugou had an unknown twin sister that transferred to the hero course recently. If they knew it was the explosive boy himself then maybe they would've thought twice before trying to approach him. Let's just say that a general education student with a bubble blowing quirk almost got turned to charcoal.

...

When Bakugou entered class in clothes that actually fit him, the reactions he got tripled from last time his classmates saw him. Deku could have had a stroke with all the blood that rushed to his face. "K-Kacchan!?" he sputtered out, hands flying up to cover his mouth. He was just happy his nose wasn't bleeding. A few seats away, Kirishima's face could have rivaled his hair and he found himself having to keep remembering that this was his best bro he was looking at. Sero was stunned into silence and Kaminari could have short-circuited from sight alone. Todoroki looked the same as always and would have seemed completely unfazed if the slight blush on his cheeks and the bit of frost on his right shoulder didn't betray him. Shoji cleared his throat and looked away, a rosy tint just barely showing over the top edge of his mask. Iida looked red and constipated. Once again, Mineta found himself having an inner dilemma and gripped his head in frustration, cursing the world that they had to make Bakugou, of all people, look so good as a girl.

The blonde may have not noticed any of this as he went to go sit, but the girls sure did. They smirked amongst themselves and all went to their desks just as Aizawa came in to start homeroom morning announcements.

[word count:1523]

[ao3feed-hitoshi-shinsou]

All I Want is You Next to Me

all I want is you next to me (hear you breath, hold your body close to mine) by Caramel-Colored Glasses

He watches as Katsuki goes through the motions, eyes flickering to Momo as she wields the crochet hook this way and that, starting to create something resembling what she calls a “granny stitch” from her spot on the couch in the common room. He hides his chuckle at Katsuki's confused but determined face, thinking he's adorable with the way the furrow in his brow deepens in his concentration.

“When you've got all the basic stitches down,” she says, eyes glittering in the soft light, “this is one of the easier stitches that's not just the basic stitch itself, and it works up faster.” Hitoshi can hear her get quieter, as if she's trying to hide her next words from Shinsou, and she continues, “so if you wanted to make a blanket, this would be a fast way to do so.”

A blanket? Interesting, Hitoshi decides. He chooses to keep quiet rather than let Momo know he heard her, and his eyes pan over the yarn in the blond's hands.

It's a variegated yarn, one with a lot of color, yet also not. Hitoshi's not a yarn expert, but there are many… variations of purple in it. It reminds him of himself.

Or, Katsuki learns to crochet. It has devastating consequences.

Words: 2286, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Yaoyorozu Momo - a tad bit, Sero Hanta - a tad bit

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto (Pre-slash)

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Cute, Shinsou Hitoshi is in Class 1-A, Bakugou Katsuki is Whipped, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Significant Other, Shinsou Hitoshi is Whipped, Shinsou Hitoshi is a Good Significant Other, Shinsou Hitoshi is a Dork, uhhhhh, basically bakugou learns how to crochet because he wants to make a blanket for shinsou, and shinsou just be like a cat, sleeping everywhere he can, Literal Sleeping Together, Cuddling & Snuggling

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36983161

[bokunoheroanalysisforthefuture]

And the last chapter of the first volume! Though technically there’s after-chapter content that will be in a separate post from this, but for now, what matters is finishing up the quirk assessment and getting into the battle trial!

Honestly, it’s a good thing that I just shoved all the opening arcs from before the USJ together into one tag, because this chapter literally goes from the quirk assessment into the beginning of the battle trial stuff, and trying to separate them out would have been a mess and a half. Better to just have it all in the ‘opening arcs’ tag.

...weird title for something that only comes at the end of the chapter, but whatever, it’s not like we don’t see that happen later on in the series as well.

[No. 7 - Costume Change?]

And we immediately come back to where we left off, with All Might realizing what just happened and what Izuku did and even why! One of those little peeks that remind us that All Might is very smart! Also god, him with a small fanboy moment over how proud he is of his kid and how cool that workaround was, mmm this is the Dad Might content I signed up for. 

Izuku is still standing firm, even with his finger swollen and damaged, biting back the pain. Ochako is cheering about that record, Tenya notices Izuku’s finger is damaged and thinks back to the entrance exam, calling it a ‘strange quirk’, Aoyama says it’s stylishly done, and Katsuki is brain broke.

I’m sorry that’s just so fucking funny. He is such a goddamn gremlin, but he’s also completely shook. He thinks about how quirks never manifest past age four, but somehow Izuku has a quirk. 

He then recalls Izuku saying ‘he earned this’ and gets pissed, blasting forward to demand an explanation while Izuku freaks out-

Only for Katsuki to have his quirk cancelled by Aizawa and also get caught up in the capture scarf. 

Beauty. Grace. He’ll bite off your face. 

Katsuki notes the cloth is stiff, while Aizawa tells him that it’s a capture weapon made of carbon fibers and a special alloy wire, then tells Katsuki to stop using his quirk already. Which is interesting; can Aizawa sense when people are trying to use their quirks while under the effects of his? If so, is he sensing the aborted movement of whatever quirk factors exist, or ??? 

(All I’m saying is that that is some possible fuel for a Dad For One connection but for Aizawa instead of Izuku… you know, just in case.)

As we sort of saw from the last chapter, Aizawa’s quirk has the side effect of giving him dry eyes (he was putting eyedrops in his eyes after using his quirk on Izuku). Izuku thinks that sucks since his quirk is so awesome. Aizawa lets his quirk and scarf drop, telling the class to prepare for the next event.

Katsuki is standing where he was stopped, glaring at Izuku who is holding his hand while Ochako worries over him and his finger. He’s caught up in a flashback (which again, reminder that this is chapter 7 and we already have flashbacks), thinking about how up to then, Izuku was just another pebble in his path. We get a brief cut to a memory flashback (not a chapter flashback) to when Izuku and Katsuki were still friends, and Izuku was waiting for his quirk to come in still, and then repeats that Izuku was only supposed to be a pebble. Single track mind, much?

Discord:

Ah, that good Bakugou discourse. This is why you do this stuff in a server with friends.

Izuku narrates a short passage of time - over the rest of the events - while handling the pain of his injured finger. Aizawa tells them it’s time for the results, with Izuku thinking about how he’s going to get expelled because the only record worth mentioning was the throw, and how the endurance running failed hard because of the pain. Aizawa says he won’t explain the process behind the scoring process, just that they reflect performance.

And then he reveals he was lying about expelling someone. 

The trio’s faces. Aizawa’s manic smile. The trio’s faces. And Momo there like ‘what did you expect?’ God, I can’t help but giggle.

Izuku just fucking ascending to a new plane of existance here.

Aizawa turns to leave, saying they’re done there and that the documents about the curriculum and whatnot are back in the classroom. He then calls out Izuku, who is shaking in panic (probably about Aizawa changing his mind again - I wonder if teachers before UA pulled that sort of ‘syke’ on Izuku… yikes.)

Instead, he just gets handed a pass to the nurse’s office (not even filled out fully, incredible) and then turns and walks off.

The class is left to stare after Aizawa in bafflement, with Izuku’s narration noting that he’s safe for the moment, but still has too much he can’t do, and that he’s literally starting from the bottom - but here’s there to learn so he can get closer to his dream!

Class rankings:

And- ah, he walked past All Might, who calls him out as a liar. Aizawa either didn’t notice him watching or didn’t know it was All Might specifically who was watching, but either way calls it ‘wasting time’ - which makes sense when all the teachers know about his time limit that he’s spending there watching Izuku the kids do their trials.

All Might notes that April Fool’s was over a week ago, and that the ‘rational deception’ thing falls flat when he expelled an entire class of first years the previous year. Aizawa discards those with zero potential, but he went back on his word here, and then asks if he sensed Midoriya’s potential as well. While giving Aizawa finger guns. Have I mentioned this man is a complete dork yet?

Aizawa catches onto the ‘as well’ bit, and determines that All Might’s supporting the kid - which isn’t his usual style. He then starts walking off again, saying Midoriya doesn’t have no chance, but that’s all he’ll say on the matter. He then says that if the kid had no prospects, he’d cut him loose, since it’s crueler to let someone chase half-baked dreams. 

All Might determines quietly that it’s Aizawa’s way of being kind, but out loud states that they can agree to disagree. Meanwhile, in the background, Sero and Sato notice All Might, which probably leads to class 1a going after him and him fleeing for safety. 

We transition to when Izuku is heading home, with him exhausted because of his trip to Recovery Girl. Tenya checks in on him, and Izuku says he’s fine, with us seeing a temporary flashback to the nurse’s office. Izuku notes his finger’s better, but he’s exhausted all of a sudden (he doesn’t remember last time since he was unconscious). 

A couple of things:

Kamui Woods pez dispenser 

Oh, so if he doesn’t have stamina he’ll die! Good to know! :)

Anyways, Izuku thinks about how he can’t keep going on like this and has to figure out how to regulate his power fast. Tenya goes on to talk about how Aizawa had fooled them, making them think that was how it was, only for it to be a deception. (The irony that the mercy was actually unplanned all along gets to me.) Izuku is more relaxed around him now that he realizes Tenya isn’t scary, just super serious.

Ochako rushes over to catch up, asking if they’re heading for the station. Tenya calls her ‘Infinity Girl’ and Izuku repeats it mentally in surprise. Ochako introduces herself, and then brings up their names - though she mistakes Izuku’s name for ‘Deku’, because of what Katsuki said during the test. Izuku corrects her with awkward hand gestures, saying his real name and that the ‘Deku’ is just Katsuki being a bully. 

Tenya and Ochako both acknowledge this, with Ochako apologizing, and then mentioning how ‘Deku’ sounds like ‘do your best’, and that she likes it. Izuku goes beet fucking red and immediately replies that Deku is fine, with Tenya chastising him for not showing backbone while Izuku calls it like the Copernican Revolution and Ochako questions who Copernicus is. 

The narration takes over, noting that even if there’s a lot he can’t do, he’ll do his best, but having All Might and even some friends behind him… it’s more than he could have asked for. 

Good children. Best friends. God, these were the good days… more OG Dekucrew content please and thanks.

We get one panel of Toshinori that Izuku’s got no time to rest, and that tomorrow the real test begins. Then we’re onto the next day, aka the first day of actual classes - and oh, right, UA has clubs, that’s something that’s easy to forget when we never see it with the hero classes. I mean, considering that the actual hero training classes probably overlap the usual club hours, not surprising, but still.

Present Mic is shown to be the English teacher, trying to get the kids in the spirit of class, but pretty much everyone is finding it boring - asides from Izuku, who is actually trying to answer the question mentally, even if not out loud. The narration notes that the mornings are for normal classes, and that lunch is top-notch food for dirt cheap in the cafeteria (as cooked by Lunch Rush), and then hero training is in the afternoon… possibly after lunch? Which isn’t great when people could end up throwing up. Ah well.

These fucking dorks. Two peas in a quirkless-to-superpowered pea pod.

And of course, more meta from the class on how All Might’s drawn differently.

Anyways, All Might gets into Hero Basic Training, how it’ll mold them into heroes, and that there’s no time to waste as he shows off a card reading ‘battle’ before stating that they have battle training. 

Have I mentioned he’s a dork? There’s more ham here than in Shatner’s performances in the original Star Trek series!

Katsuki is thrilled with battle training, of course. All Might notes that for battle training, the class will need - as the wall clicks and opens several drawers with numbered cases, each with contents in accordance with the quirk registry and the special request forms fill out before admission - costumes! Which the class is super hyped about. Izuku is holding his backpack in excitement, and All Might orders the students to come out to Ground Beta in ranking order once they’re changed, to which the class agrees. 

As he takes his leave, he notes that looking good is important, and to look alive, because from today on, they’re all heroes! We also get some nice transition moments showing pieces of people’s costumes, with Izuku being the last one out as the rest show theirs off.

So cool! And what a way to end a chapter and a book! And a nice nod to the prototype costume for Izuku. Time to say goodbye to it before the end of this arc. 

Next time, I’ll try to get through all the bonus stuff for the end of the volume, and then we can get into the battle trial proper! Looking forward to that.

[ashtonq247]

SOKKA CENTRIC FICS

Here are some Sokka centric fics! Most of these works are not labeled as Sokka centric and so it’s very hard to find! There’s only 64 fics out of 15019 fics 

Keep in mind I did not do any Zukka or Tokka fics bc I did not want to wade through that esp bc Zukka fics are 80% Zuko centric. It’s also possible that I missed some fics as, again, they are kinda hard to get a hold of. I literally had to block the Zuko tag at one point bc if Zuko was a character in the fic, it was going to be about Zuko, and it was just a lot to wade through to find that one fic where Zuko was a character but wasn’t the main character. I think my chrome shut down at some point which could have caused me to not include some fics. Basically I’m saying I didn’t get everything but I got MOST of it. Like 80% of it, even if I didn't include things I personally don't really like to read-sorry. Show this to anyone who says Sokka isn’t underrated! my man got 64 out of 15019 fics! 

Also, PLEASE KUDOS THESE STORIES 👏👏👏👏 so many of them have far too little kudos and deserve more love! I think bc ppl are kinda bad with tagging, some of these stories hardly get any hits! Give them some love. And reblog this so other Sokka stans don’t have to wade through so much fics like I had to (seriously I’ve seen some crazy fics you would not believe *shivers*) bc it’s hard to find a needle in a haystack

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 Aang

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14326722 - cute tickle fight (pure fluff :DD)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14984378 - Aang and nightmares, and Sokka and his big brother instincts

https://archiveofourown.org/works/488040 - Sokka and Tenzin, Sokka gets the news that Aang died (set in LOK)

-there is very little Aang and Sokka fanfic, let alone Sokka centric Aang and Sokka fanfic :(

Toph

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1885884 - Sokka makes smth for Toph 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15472509 - Toph dreams abt the airships

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24720889 - “In the bad dreams, he loses his grip. In the worst ones he lets go”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25229905 - Sokka teaches Toph to write her name

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14718887 - Toph and hands, Sokka being her favorite hand to hold

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53498 -Sokka stuck in a cave

-there’s quite a lot of Toph and Sokka stories, not necessarily abt Sokka tho. They kinda go hand in hand, so it’s not really about one or the other.

Katara

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15288189 - before they leave to fight Azula/airships 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19946611 -Sokka sick fic :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22005709 -katara apologises for what she said to Sokka

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2277381 - Sokka wants to teach katara how to fight (also this is the first atla fanfic on AO3 that isn’t fucking weird lol)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2523782 - the gaang is too young and too starving :(

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18452795 - the only bender!Sokka story that has interested me bc it doesn’t take away from his character. It’s also vry satisfying to read

https://archiveofourown.org/works/404527 - Sokka’s feelings after his mom’s death- childhood

https://archiveofourown.org/works/404522 - “After the war Sokka says goodbye to his sister and the Southern Watertribe

-I wish there were more Sokka and Katara stories of before they met Aang.It’d be cute and angsty.

Zuko

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25243948 - The gaang plays hide and seek/train, Zuko and Sokka team up to make a prtty good team- Sokka is rlly bad ass in this ;D it’s one of my favorites ngl

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24809161/chapters/60002182 - fire nation sokka- oof this one hurts :,)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22305031 - like the only modern au that I rlly like, featuring Sokka on cactus juice and… McDonalds employee Zuko lol

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24462145 - Sokka gets kidnapped. Sokka is… very Sokka ish in this

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21475717/chapters/51180856#workskin -Zuko is a fire nation spirit, featuring Jet

-Zuko and Sokka stories tend to be well written, but it’s rlly hard trying to find a story with both of them that isn’t Zuko centric, and even some of the stories I have here are borderline Zuko centric 

Suki 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12270624 - what Sokka feels every full moon

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1338157 - stars, and both suki and Sokka contemplate being away from home

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24423484 - “Sokka and learning to let himself be loved”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/648200 - “she should be jealous, she knows, of this ghost that clings to sokka”- it’s short but I love this one 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25290874 - set right after boiling rock before they go back to the air temple. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/334919 - Sokka and suki dig up the secret library and try to strike a deal with its caretaker

The gaang

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14348382 -basically a re telling of the Sokka’s master ep, but in Sokka’s POV 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16303286 - the meaning of tattoos, and non bender tattoos 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24426670 - “the gaang has a sleepover and Sokka manages to reforge bonds between the four nations while he’s unconscious”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22252 -Sokka thinks of his place in the gaang (set after season 2) 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24439972 - the gaang needs a potty brake and Sokka is annoyed (pure fluff :DD)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24559357/chapters/59308846#workskin - spirit sensitive Sokka! Very interesting I’m invested and there’s only 2 chapters so far TvT (featuring Sokka w/ white hair 😩👌✨)

Hakoda 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25004614 - Sokka being a child soldier, and Hakoda’s regret

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22964113 - “how all the members of team avatar discover their bending abilities”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25003291 - “Sokka gives himself his first warrior’s wolf tail” (pure fluff :DD)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24580543 -Sokka throws his first boomerang https://archiveofourown.org/works/24720004 - why Sokka never grew his hair out- child soldier/ insecurity stuff

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24384172 - Sokka tells his dad about Yue 

Piandao 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/686093 - Sokka asks piandao to continue training him

https://archiveofourown.org/works/582971 - Sokka visits piandao to make a new sword and ask a question

https://archiveofourown.org/works/570663 - kinda piandao centric, but also Sokka centric? Piandao’s backstory and father figure feels :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/566995 - Sokka believes he’s simply ordinary, nothing special about him

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11580402 - “we do not induct children into the Order, Piandao!”

-there needs to be more Sokka and Piandao fics and I’m pissed because there’s more Zuko and piandao fics then there is Sokka and piando what kinda bs is this??

Yue

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2676488 - kinda Yue centric but like Sokka centric too? It’s about her sacrifice and why, and the love she feels for him

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3443258 - it’s a full moon the night before Sokka and the other councilman judge a blood bender (set during that one ep in lok with that blood blender dude)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24872200 - Sokka and Bumi (katara’s kid) have a sleepover. Sokka and old wounds

-I’m surprised there’s not more of them. Yue is always mentioned in Sokka centric fics, but not really the center of it

Other

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24059851/chapters/57900052 - Sokka and Momo. I think this is spirit sensitive Sokka story abt Sokka being able to process his grief (also friendship with Momo yes)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/567004 - Sokka and boomerang, right after the war

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13064682 - an au of sorts, dealing with a spirit in the southern water tribe that steals ppl. And like it’s sorta the only Kya and Sokka fanfic out there?? As far as I’m aware anyway

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25209895 - a Sokka character study: he has more to him than meets the eye

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24636988 - Sokka before Aang, this is explaining why he’s the way he is

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12611212 - Sokka meets a wolf spirit in the spirit world who questions his worth

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17201468/chapters/40447214 - haven’t actually read this srry all I know is that it’s time travel au, Sokka centric, and is one of the only stories with a lot of chapters (11 as of now)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/331690/chapters/535433 - “a series of unrelated drabbles centered around Sokka and his awesomeness” -29 chapters as of now (I haven’t read this one either)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/155711 -finally a story where Sokka is a strategic genius using his brains to help his friends and politics- set after the war

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15992618 - Sokka and Space Sword, an interesting take for what happened after the war, where there isn’t rlly any good guys in war, and Sokka tries to find his sword

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2960030 - set after the war, Sokka returns to the South Pole and finds himself again as just the regular guy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24722083 - Sokka’s thoughts on himself

https://archiveofourown.org/works/259980 - an au ofsorts, Katara dies by Azula and Aang is missing, and wars don’t just end- Sokka is vry cool in this

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7547833 - Sokka and Kya II-  Sokka has to sit through kya’s singing of secret tunnel (pure fluff :D)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/887394 - Sokka and Kaatang’s and One of Toph’s kids (Sokka babysits, also HE INVENTS DND WHAT MORE COULD U WANT!!!) pure fluff :DD

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4949257 - Uncle Sokka and Bumi’s relationship oof

-Uncle Sokka is highly underrated and so is Sokka’s relationship with his mom. I will also never get enough of character study fics

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What have I learned?? People who are writing a story about Sokka should tag that story as SOKKA CENTRIC. It’ll give ur fic more love, and make it easier for ppl who love Sokka to find a fic about him. Also, on tumblr you see all these great analyses on Sokka, with theories like Spirit sensitive!Sokka, or Sokka working for the white lotus, and yet there are hardly any fics on it??? The untapped potential?!?! We also have no idea what Sokka does in the future (still salty LOK) so this gives us a lot of room to imagine and create stories! Like I need a fanfic on how Sokka does wtf??? You’d have thought that with this atla renaissance and people gaining a new found respect and admiration for Sokka’s character, that there’d be more Sokka focused fics, but nope :( 

I’ve noticed that those who like Sokka don’t contribute to the fandom fic wise and guys we gotta step up (like I’m one to talk lol I’m gonna try and write some fics I swear!) 

Also if you still want more Sokka fics I suggest searching in the tags bender Sokka, water bender Sokka, and fire bender Sokka. I also suggest that you go to fanfiction.net. I know it’s old, but so is this fandom, which means a lot of fics are there too. It’s easier to wade through the fics on fan fiction.net than AO3 simply bc of how little tags you can put there, so if Sokka is tagged, you know he actually plays a part in the story (no shade on AO3 I love it but sometimes it’s hard to find stuff bc the tagging system relies on the people knowing how to use tags, and the avatar fandom does not, but that’s bc it’s old)

Anyway, LOVE SOKKA MORE and don’t forget to reblog and let other ppl get access to these fics bc I know I would have loved it if someone made an entire list! (And organized it lol I never thought I was capable of organizing)

And now I'm gonna tag the ppl who commented on that one post who wanted me to make it @talonsandsuch @ships-and-shitty-decisions @dearestpartnerofgreatness 

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Melting My Heart (Part Six)

Author’s Note: If anyone wants to be added to the tag list for this let me know. Happy to do it for anyone!

(Katsuki Bakugou x Reader)

Summary: The fireball with the attitude has one weakness, Y/N. When she’s the only thing that can break through his cold appearance around the other students, he starts to learn that being the best… isn’t the only thing out there.

AO3 Link

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Part Six:

Word Count: 1332

As the school day grew shorter we had finished the tests. Katsuki had still barely talked to me, he was too stuck in his own head to realize what was going on around him. Every other test that we had after the softball throw Katsuki took way more seriously than he should have. No one was able to calm him down, his anger was the worst I had seen in a long time. When my father called us to reveal the results I was surprised that Katsuki had even stood next to me for it. He stood with one hand on his hip, watching intently as my father spoke. “Alright, time to give you your results. I’ve ranked you from best to worst. You should probably have a good idea of your standing already. I’ll just bring up the whole list. There’s no point in my going over every individual score.”

Everyone was terrified. We all knew that the person in last place was going home. We all looked at the board in front us, gulps were heard from many throats, met by gasps and relieved sighs as people read their names. I looked at the bottom and my heart sank. Class member twenty-one was Izuku Midoriya…. 

My father turned the screen off. “And I lied, nobody is going home.” All of our faces turned to rage. “That was just a rational deception so you would give it your all on the tests.”

Momo Yaoyarozu looked over at all of us. “I figured that out from the start. I guess I should have told you guys that.”

In unison that class spoke. “Yea, you should have.”

Katsuki huffed and looked over at me. “Wish that would have been real, send that bastard home.”

I sighed and my father started speaking again. “That’s it, we’re done for the day, pick up a syllabus from the classroom and read it over before tomorrow.” My father walked away and left us all standing there, dumbfounded. 

* * * * * * 

Katsuki and I grabbed out bags from the classroom, each grabbing a syllabus as we walked away. It was going to be a long walk home. Katsuki walked silently, he stayed behind me, but close enough that if need be he was right there to protect me. When we walked through the door of the house Mitsuki looked over at both of us, but when she saw our face she took a step back, letting us go to our room. 

Katsuki shut the door behind us. His anger was bubbling. I sat down in the chair at his desk and turned to him. “Katsuki… are you okay?”

His teeth were barred. “I just can’t get over the fact that that bastard had a quirk the whole time. He was hiding it… and for what? To try to make a fool out of me?”

“I don’t think he was trying to make a fool out of you at all. Just forget about it, you were in third place! Don’t make yourself feel bad.”

“That’s what’s wrong. I was in third place. I should have been in first. What do those other two that were in front of me have that I don’t? One of them is an icy-hot freak and the other creates things. My quirk is so much more.”

“You’ll get their Kacchan, just give it time.” I sighed. “You’re going to be the number one hero someday. Don’t ever forget that.”

Katsuki walked over to the chair and stood in front of me, a hand out for me to take. I took his hand and he pulled me up from the chair, pulling me into a hug. “You don’t have to be this supportive you know. I can handle it if you disagree with me once in a while it’s not the end of the world.”

I looked up at him. “I’m your girlfriend Katsuki. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t support you to the highest extent. I’ll always be there. In my head, you’re already the number one hero Kacchan.”

He planted a soft kiss on my lips. “My biggest fan…” A smile spread across his face. “We’ll be the number one hero couple whether they love us or hate us. We’ll be the most hated and loved couple in all of Japan.” His devilish smirk came back as I could feel Katsuki coming back to his normal self. 

“I’ll always be your biggest fan Kacchan.”  

* * * * * * 

The night came and went faster than I would have liked. By the time our alarm went off in the morning and I had to peel my eyes open for another day I was exhausted. I wiped the crud from the corners of my eyes and turned toward Katsuki, meeting the crimson eyes of motivation. He wrapped an arm over my side and kissed my nose. “Morning.”

I smiled at him. “Morning Kacchan.” I put my hand on his cheek. “Are you ready to get going? We’ve got some ass to kick in class today. We have to show them that we mean business.”

He put his hand over mine and smiled. “Let’s show them what Katsuki Bakugou and Y/n Aizawa have to offer.”

* * * * * * 

When we made it to class and took our seats my father was already waiting. “You guys have a guest teacher today. I’ll be taking a nap in the teacher’s lounge, so wait here for him.”

Aizawa climbed into his sleeping back and walked out the door, leaving us all in the classroom, wondering what was about to happen. Not long after Aizawa left the room a familiar face came into the room. All Might flew his way through our doors, cape flapping with the speed that he was moving. “I AM HERE! Coming through the door like a hero.” 

All of us looked over and smiles spread onto everyone’s faces. Everyone was cheering. “I can’t believe it’s All Might.”, “So he is a teacher, this year is going to be totally awesome!”, “I’m getting goosebumps, it’s so retro.”

“Welcome to the most important class at UA high. Think of it as Hero 101. Here you will learn the basics of being a pro and what it means to fight in the name of good. Let’s get into today's lesson!” All Might held up a small plaque that read ‘BATTLE’. 

I could feel the excitement coming off Katsuki. “Alright! Fight training!”

“But one of the keys to bring a hero is….” He pointed to the wall that was now starting to open into individual boxes, each number one through twenty-one. “Looking good! These were designed for you based on your quirk registration forms that you sent in before school started. Get yourselves suited up and then meet me at training ground Beta.”

* * * * * * 

I looked around as we entered the battle arena. Everyone’s costumes looked amazing on them. Katsuki turned to me as we entered. All Might gave us all a minute to take in everyone’s costumes. I saw his eyes travel up and down me. My costume consisted of a set of black tights with spider webs on them, made from a special material that wouldn’t rip, a black, skin tight romper, with a duster on the back, fitted to look like a cape. The cape also supported a hood attachment for the added mystery. His jaw dropped some. He walked closer to me and smirked. “God, you know what this outfit is going to do to me?”

I flipped the hood up on top of my head. “Says the hunk in the muscle shirt tank top and skin tight pants.” I put my hand on one of the two gauntlets that he wore on his wrists. “You’re gonna have all the girls drooling Katsuki Bakugou. I’m gonna have to fend off the ladies, aren’t I?”

He looked away. “Tch, shut up you idiot.”

I laughed and All Might spoke above all of us. “Now, you all look so cool. I’m all revved up!” He smiled. “Let’s get started you bunk of newbies!”

Taglist 💕 @wwwwyamd @italicization @ieyasuswife @leggomyeggoma-am @daringbanshee

A/N: This part is a little shorter than the rest because the next part is going to be super long. I hope it doesn’t bother anyone too much! 🥺 The next part is going to be the longest part of the series so far. 🥰

[thatpinkbetch]

I'm going to answer it this way, because I'm actually not a fan of some of those, and I've heard this is the way to do it if you don't want it ending up in the tag or the search I think? If i censor any of the ship names it's not out of malice! I simply don't want any of this to end up in front of eyes that just want to enjoy their ships 💖💖💖 if there is anyone who doesn't want to see opinions against t*d*d*ku, k*r*b*ku, or even iz**ch*ka, please don't read any further! Oh my goodness i hope this is all legible...

Anyways, hello!! Thank you so much for the ask!! I love talking about my opinion avkvmsocnaocjsoxks it also makes me really happy you like my blog 🥺🥺🥺 (I hope this answer doesn't ruin that avskvneognsocjs)

I'll start out by confirming that I'm not a multishipper. It makes me excited to see how the act of shipping itself can make others happy, but it's just not that way for me. I actually never read fanfic until I got into bnha (bkdk is just that powerful 😁😁) I'm actually...a little serious when i ship, or when i enjoy media, i analyze pretty heavily, so also, if that doesn't sound like anyone's cup of tea, i would once again recommend to stop reading and enjoy your day please!

I love analyzing characters and storylines and dynamics, but i will admit, I'm not a fan of most of the ships - not romantically. I think all the characters have interesting relationships to each other, all of the kids are great friends, and I love bonds and friendships so much 🥺🥺🥺

Those first two are perhaps the biggest, at least they definitely were the biggest when I first entered. Once i caught up, I didn't really understand the enthusiasm, but people have fun shipping, so that's nice! I think of those two as easy ships, if that makes sense? They're pretty simple, and easy to digest.

I personally am not a fan of romantic t*d*d*ku for a very specific reason; it feels weird to me for Todo to immediately fall in love with the first person who's ever shown him kindness (since his mother of course). Todo had never had any friends, nor any want for friends, obviously because of the abuse he faced as a child. Mido was his first exploration at a life outside of his father, a life he got to make for himself, it just doesn't feel right to me that he should immediately think "oh, is this romantic love? Is this the one and only for me?" Well, perhaps a teenager might think that way, but i don't think that's actually how he feels deep down, and I'm sure that's something a lot of us have to learn as we grow (I've definitely struggled with my own understanding of romance for the past 8 years). I think he still is trying to learn how to socialize and to make friends and to be a friend (and he's doing SUCH a good job!) But to immediately plunge into romance, which can be complicated, i don't think that would be right for him. I hope that makes sense! I know they're a very cute ship, which makes for fun! But again, I can be a little serious when i ship...

K*r*b*ku kind of falls into similar territory for me? Baku definitely had friends growing up, but he's seemed to always have trouble understanding his feelings and where he stands with others, causing trust issues. Kiri is really the first person he knew where he stood with, a person for him to be comfortable with and feel on equal ground, which i think is such a huge and positive role in his life, and i don't necessarily think that it needs to be romantic - for both of these, i think these relationships are incredibly important, to everyone involved, and making them romantic doesn't make them any more important!! In fact, i feel like them as friends actually can offer a more complex, interesting, and human dynamic between these characters, as sometimes people simply default to romance and then end up pushing for the same old tropes and ignore all the intricacies Horikoshi includes in his writing.

Again, I love Mido's friendship with Todo, and I love Baku's friendship with Kiri. I think these relationships are incredibly important, and friends are incredibly important. People who ship them are having fun, which is so lovely, and i hope they continue to have fun! I hope you personally find more fics about them that make you smile and brighten your day 💖💖💖

Iz**ch*ka is a little difficult, because they certainly are cute, separately and together. I thought they were cutest before Ura was told about her potential crush on Mido, when she was simply a source of bubbly energy and positivity that helped Mido open up and feel comfortable around other people. I feel though that, romantically, it's extraordinarily one-sided, and at this point, i have to wonder if they really are "end goal." End goal for shounen, of course, is hardly ever explicit ahzovndlfjsoxo but i feel like a better storyline for Horikoshi to take would be for Ura to realize that she's been confused, and these feelings haven't really been a positive experience for her. I've definitely gone through things like that as a teenager. Now, the ship can be very cute! They're basically the same person, and they're cute and bubbly! But again, it simply isn't for me.

I think Momjirou is very cute!! Of course, as a lesbian, i sense strong lesbian vibes from Momo, and strong bi vibes from Jirou, and I also saw the ship potential ever since the USJ attack - which i think, so did everyone else ahaovndofjsojfsk they're best friends without a doubt, though i have to say, i really like Kamijirou. She just makes him so soft, and he's so in awe of her, and she thinks he's so funny, I love how supportive he is of her, especially since she can be really insecure 🥺🥺🥺

I also think Ura and Tsu are very cute but another easy ship, and i kind of really like Ochamina 🥺 they're both pink and space themed, they're bubbly and energetic and kick ass, and i think they'd be super cute...

I saved todobaku for last, because, you know what they say, best for last! 😇😇😇

I've said it before, but if there was no Mido (impossible obviously, and i would never want that) then todobaku is where my heart would lie. Baku has never really been shown chasing after anyone except for Mido...and Todo, which really gets at my heart. There's a grudging respect there - very, very grudging ahakckdkfjskdk which i find very appealing! Todo is very important to Baku and he has also been able to show Baku some things about himself that he needed to question and reevaluate. Meanwhile, Todo puts up with exactly 0% of Baku's shit, which i find absolutely hilarious. It's funny to me how Baku wishes to intimidate Todo as he does everyone else, and Todo simply does not care. And Baku wants to be mad, and ends up mad that he can't be mad since Todo is a strong and worthy opponent. They just have such an interesting chemistry, there's so much friction, so much tension, and I enjoy it, particularly since they clearly should be friends, would be great friends, want to be friends, but Baku simply won't get over it 😂😂 I do prefer them as friends, but friends that are incredibly close, two people that understand each other on almost a telepathic level, two people that give each other shit while also refusing to take the other's shit.

I do agree that many people in this fandom seem to think their ship stands on some moral high ground? It could be a disconnect from the previous generations of fandom, or it could also be the growing mentality on this site that everything needs to be a battle of moral superiority, and also that what you like is part of your personality, and if someone doesn't like what you like, then they don't like you or that they think you're factually incorrect. I personally have stopped going into the bn/ha tag simply because I don't enjoy, well, many things i find there, and I'm happy with those that i follow. I've definitely seen hatred and invalidation for both LGBT ships and m|w ships, neither of which I'm comfortable with. I definitely don't go off tumblr for fandom stuff because there's practically no acceptance for any same gender ships, or any queer headcanoning, which, I'll be honest, makes me scared, as i am a very anxious person avdkvndkfje i do think it should be noted that we should be as accepting of cishet ships as we are of queer ships - no debate on this one - but again, you are right when you say that many cishet headcanons have been used to invalidate LGBT voices, and any and all allies must always be aware of this! It is much more often that queer voices are silenced, that queer ships are ridiculed, that queer shippers aren't allowed to enjoy or see themselves. And to anybody that doesn't want to be an ally... Whelp ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ what are you doing here ajxkvmdogjdicjsicjsodj I'm gay

I haven't really read much of anything recently, let alone other ships, platonic or otherwise, because energy has been low for me for a long time. I wish i could participate more and support all my friends and other fans, but it's been a bit of a struggle 😣😣😣 I'm so sorry! Something that I can do is make posts and analyses and metas, as those are quick and make me excited, so I'm always happy to respond to asks like these! (I say as i take two hours to write this response...)

I hope people have been taking care of themselves and remember that tumblr is really good at letting you cater to your own interests! I hope if you've made it to the end of this response that you enjoyed it, and you're not mad at me ahsovjekgjsocjwodkso if you are, that's fine, I'm sorry, I probably am really bad at social/internet etiquette and such that help you filter 😣😣

To any who are curious, you cannot change my mind ahdogmdocjdidk thank you to whoever sent this ask!!! A lot of this is a bunch of rambling I've always wanted to talk about but was frankly too scared to post! I hope I made sense and answered everything you were asking!! Please have a good day/night/life!!! 💖💖💖💖💖

[notalwaysthevillian]

My Whirlpool of a Life

Ships: Kaminari/OC

Word Count: ~2.k

I will not be doing a tag list for this fic.

Masterlist

Chapter 5: Hero Costume

My phone chimed the next morning, making me groan. It was definitely before my alarm was set to go off.

Reaching over, I turned the screen on, wincing as the bright light filled the room.

1 New Email From: Power Loader We’ve received your hero costume if you want to pick it up before class. I’ll be in the Studio all day, whenever you want to pick it up.

Suppressing a squeal, I jumped out of bed and got ready as fast as possible. Grabbing some toast, I ran over to the Development Studio.

“Mr. Power Loader?” I called out as I walked in.

An explosion to my left had me throwing up a wall of water as a protective measure. Smoke filled the air, making me cough.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen!” A female voice yelled. “My baby will work! I know she will!”

“Hatsume, can we keep the explosions to a minimum until after lunch?”

The air cleared, revealing Power Loader and a girl with pink hair looking over some kind of…cannon? I wasn’t really sure what I was looking at.

“Yes, sir!”

The girl noticed me then, her face brightening. “I’m Mei Hatsume! If you need any new toys, let me know!”

She went back to working on her invention, without waiting for me to say anything.

“I’m Nami Kota, um -”

“Oh, you’re here for your costume!” Hatsume darted off to the back, Power Loader on her heels.

“Hatsume!”

“I’ve got it!”

She ran back out, a case in her hands. “Don’t worry, I haven’t had a chance to add anything to it. But I can if you want anything!”

I couldn’t help but marvel at her energy. “I’ll be sure to let you know, but I’m gonna try this out first.”

“Wait! You’re going to Training, right? Why don’t you try it on?”

“Sure!”

I changed into the suit, loving the way it felt. I’d gone for a basic black bodysuit, though I’d asked for it to be water resistant. There was a blue vest overtop of it, that I could use as a life vest in an emergency. A white belt around my waist could hold extra water. I filled it up, frowning at how sloshy it was.

The shoes felt nice though, made for being in the water, but also had the same form as sneakers.

I showed it off to Hatsume, who had a hand on her chin.

“I could fix the belt. The way it is now, it could throw you off balance. If we section it into smaller portions, it wouldn’t slosh as much.”

“Oh that would be great!”

Hatsume reached over and unclipped the belt. “Shouldn’t take more than a day!”

“Thanks! Here, let me give you my number and you can text me when it’s done?”

By the time I’d gotten everything all cleared with Hatsume and Power Loader, I had to race to get to class on time. Everyone was already gathered as I walked in the door.

“Oh, your hero outfit is amazing!” Hagakure squealed. “Super cute!”

Momo nodded. “Cute and functional.”

I caught Kaminari staring at me and winked. He blushed instantly. “It looks - you look…it’s great!”

Training started, mostly the same as yesterday. I was mostly there with what I was calling Geyser, but I still had the occasional slip up that would either shoot me way too far into the air or not high enough.

The third time I landed on Midnight by not going high enough, she laughed. “Alright, you need to work on hitting that sweet spot in your power level.”

Glancing around at my classmates, I winced. I knew exactly who I should ask.

Midnight caught my look. “He would be able to help you out.”

We continued on with practice until the end of class. Midnight gave me a smile as she left, as well as a “good luck”.

We all headed to the main campus buildings for our next classes. It took me all day to work up the courage to ask what I needed to.

As we went back to the dorms, I took my chance. I quickened my pace, keeping in step with Kirishima and using him as a buffer between me and Mr. Explosion.

I waited for a lull in their conversation before clearing my throat. “Hey, Bakugo?”

“What, extra?” He snapped, whipping his head toward me.

I threw my hands up in front of me. “Um, nevermind.”

“Just spit it out already.”

“How do you control your power output so well when you’re flying? I’ve been trying to figure out my power levels and I’m not getting the hang of it.” The words would’ve kept coming and I would’ve continued to ramble if he hadn’t spoken.

“It’s like making sure your volume isn’t too loud when you’re listening to music.” He twisted his hand in the air, as though he was turning a dial up and down. “You’ve gotta make your own marking of how much in your mind, and remember.”

“That makes a lot of sense, thanks!”

Bakugo looked around, seeing everyone staring at him. “Whatever.”

Then he sped up, dragging Kirishima with him and leaving me behind.

“Wow, I’m surprised he didn’t blow you up.” Kaminari whispered, linking our fingers together again. “I was sure I’d be a widow.”

“That’s if we’re married.” I couldn’t help but giggle. “And you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

“Good. I kinda like you.”

The night passed like the previous one had, with the study group meeting and then everyone having dinner together. We had some time afterwards to relax and do our own thing, so I headed out into the back to practice just a little bit more.

I nearly slipped down icy steps, thankful when an arm grabbed me to keep me upright.

“Sorry.” Todoroki waved his left hand, steaming the ice off of the steps.

I activated my own quirk, swirling the steam in front of me and then breathing out, making it look as though the steam was coming from me. “Look, I’m a dragon.”

“Don’t dragons breathe fire?”

“Well, I can’t do that, but you could.”

Todoroki smiled ever so slightly. “Maybe that should be my special move.”

“It would probably burn your throat though.” I pointed out, seeing him nod. “What are you doing out here, freezing the steps? Trying to hurt your classmates to get to the top?”

He looked appalled. “I would never do that.”

“Sorry, that was a joke.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “Not very funny I guess. But what are you doing?”

“Practicing.” Todoroki waved his right hand again, freezing the grass instead of the steps we were standing on. “When I’m a pro, I might not get as much downtime. I’ve got to get used to it.”

“Todoroki, no.” I put a hand on his arm. “It means you need to savor the moments when you do have downtime. If you practice constantly, you’ll overwork yourself.”

He looked at me, his bi-colored eyes staring me down. “Am I wrong in saying that you came out here to practice too?”

I opened my mouth, before closing it again. “Okay, but that’s different. I was just going to work for a little bit and then go back in again. Actually, could I take you up on your offer? I think my quirk is probably the closest to yours.”

“Based on Midoriya’s notes, I’d say so.”

My head snapped up. “You read his notes?”

“He was offering, and they’re very thorough.” Todoroki took a step back. “Can you demonstrate your quirk? It’ll be easier to help if I see it in action.”

Taking in a deep breath, I focused on the frozen grass in front of me. The ice melted, turning to water as I held my hand out. I pulled it towards me, leaving it swirling around my feet. “Once it’s close enough, it’s basically an extension of me. I’m the best at using it to shield, but we’d started on combat before I came here.”

Todoroki looked at me for a second, before tilting his head. “Copy this.”

He threw his right arm out, creating a small ice wall that separated the yard in half. It was smaller than the one I’d seen at the sports festival, which meant he was holding back. Probably because we were at the dorm.

I threw my arm out, the water slicing through the grass, leaving a divot in the ground. As soon as I put my arm down, the wall fell, the water swirling back to me.

“Faster.”

“What?”

He walked around behind me, adjusting my fingers. “Like this. If you make it move faster, you’ll be able to push people away quicker. You seem like more of a long ranged fighter, like me.”

I repeated the action, the water moving with the same force as my whip. “Cool!”

“We should train together more. It would be beneficial for both of us.”

A cough came from behind us. I turned to see Kaminari standing in the doorway. “Todoroki, why is your arm around her?”

I hadn’t even realized his arm was still on mine. I stepped away from him, heading towards my clearly jealous boyfriend. “It wasn’t anything, he was helping me out with some practice is all. Our quirks are the same, just different elements.”

“I am not interested in her.” 

The bluntness of his words made me start laughing. “Damn, Todoroki, tell me how you really feel.”

“I just did.”

An arm slid around my waist, and Kaminari pulled me close. “Nothing happened?”

“I promise.” My lips met Kaminari’s cheek, making him blush again. “I kinda like you, not Todoroki.”

The other boy looked at us blankly. “You only kind of like each other? Shouldn’t you love each other?”

Kaminari started to sputter, unable to explain. My cheeks burned, but I was able to speak. “Well, at some point. Hopefully. But we’re still getting to know each other and everything. The ‘kind of like you’ thing is a joke.”

“I see.”

He walked past us, heading inside. Kaminari’s brain caught up to his mouth as soon as Todoroki was gone. “You know I really like you right?”

“I really like you too.” I said with a giggle. The giggling intensified when Kaminari started kissing my forehead and my cheeks. “Come on, we’re gonna get in trouble if we’re out here too late.”

“Maybe I’m a troublemaker.”

“Not today you’re not.”

I dragged him inside, sitting down on the couch next to Mina. He sat on my other side, dragging me into his lap.

I gave him a look. “What’s that for?”

“Now more people can fit on the couch.” He flashed me a grin, arms pulling me as close as possible. “And I get to hold you. Win-win.”

“Get a room!” Jirou called out, fake gagging. But I could see her hiding a smile.

Kaminari nuzzled into my shoulder. “We could.”

“No, absolutely not.” I slipped off his lap, back onto the couch. I maneuvered his arm around my waist instead.

“What, never been kissed before?” Mina teased, poking my side.

I rolled my eyes. “I have, thank you very much.”

“What?”

I glanced over at Kaminari. “Bug, I dated someone before you.”

“Bug?”

“Lighting Bug, just...shorter.”

He grinned, before remembering what I’d just said. “Do I know him?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Did I say it was a him?”

“WHAT?”

My classmates were all staring at me now. I flushed under the attention. “Yeah, I like guys and girls. But there was a boyfriend before you.”

Mina jumped to her feet. “Okay, we’re playing Never Have I Ever, right now. If you want to play, circle up.”

[wakaoujisenhime]

OMG! Headcanons about Akashi and Kise was really amazing! I fall in love with your writing! Thank you a lot! Can I ask friendship headcanons about Vorpal Swords team and reader in the training camp before match with Jabberwock? She cares about them because Riko and Momoi can't do it?

A/N: I’m so glad to hear that you liked them! So with this one I first had to explain how you got to know them, how you befriended them and finally how the trainings camp passed. I explicitly concentrated on the GoM members only, so if you’d like to hear how it would play out with the other three guys make sure to tell me! But anyway...I hope you enjoy this!

Tags: VS x reader ✅  SFW ✅  friendship ✅  slight fluff ✅

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So first of let me set the relationship between you guys straight:

back in the days you were also a student in Seirin high school, but unlike the others you weren’t a member of the basketball club

one day you saw them training and you were instantly in awe, impressed by their skills, will to play and their bodies 👀

all in all: you wanted to know more about them

luck was on your side since you knew Riko (she once was your tutor back when you were a first year and since then you had become great friends)

you once asked if you could watch them during their training and she just grinned widely as an answer

after that one time, you became a regular spectator and you sometimes even contributed to their training plan

some months passed and your name was soon in the club member list under the title of manager

and that’s how you got to know the rest of the Vorpal Swords team

your relationship with the Generation if Miracles was actually quite ok?

in the beginning when Kuroko explained his reason to leave them you actually felt sorry for both them and Kuroko

you basically met them in the same order as they appeared in the anime (so: Kise, Midorima, Aomine, Murasakibara and Akashi)

Now let me tell you something about your individual relationship with the Vorpal swords team:

1. Kagami:

you two are basically best friends

he got your back and you got his

the two of you get teased a lot by the others since you very often spend the night at his house (it’s comfier there than where you live that’s why)

a thing you two often do is an eating contest (in which you miserably fail every single time, but it’s fun nonetheless)

2. Kuroko:

he is your ‘son’

one time you accidentally called him that and since then it became quite the insider joke between you and the whole team

if he was embarrassed about it, no one knew thanks to his poker face

all in all you guys actually share some of the same tastes/hobbies (milkshake, books, ...) and they are quite often the main subject you guys talk about

if a new book of your/his favorite author was published you’d arrange a meeting and go buy it

3. Kise:

this man is literally your beauty specialist

the first time he saw you, he just knew that the way you dressed failed to bring out your inner beauty so...he basically kidnapped you one day and went on a shopping spree with you

since then he would always request you to call him on Facetime so he could evaluate the outfit you wore/wanted to wear

overall you guys have the same bubbly personality so you get along just perfectly

4. Midorima:

“(Y/N), here’s your lucky item for today, oh and by the way, I’ve listened to your horoscope for today...“

some people wonder if you ever regretted telling him that you were also listening/reading your horoscope from time to time

you could never forget the face he made when he heard that

since that day he always made sure to keep you up to date

sometimes it annoyed you just a little, but the pout he unconsciously made when someone asked you if you weren’t bothered by his constant talking was so out of character that you caught yourself thinking that he was cute  

5. Aomine:

he is actually the hardest one to deal with (for you at least)

the proverb ‘opposites attract’ doesn’t apply to you guys at all

your relationship is basically like how his is with Momoi, but you get way more annoyed with him than she does (their ‘childhood friends’ status is to blame...)

but there are times when he is the exact type of person you need

when you were annoyed by something/someone and just need your peace, he is the man you’ll call up first (and vice versa)

the two of you would meet up somewhere where the both of you were comfortable at and probably lie down/or lean on a wall, saying nothing

that’s how it would play out the majority of the time

the silence was much more comfortable than any ‘Everything’s going to be alright/Don’t give up/ ...’ line

as to when you guys would actually talk about your problems...well that heavily depends on your guys’ mood

6. Murasakibara:

this man just loves you

wanna know why?

well...remember that street basketball match where you guys first met Himuro and Murasakibara?

yeah well you oh-so-conveniently had brought some sandwiches, drinks and sweets with you, just in case the boys got hungry/thirsty

out of politeness you offered the two Yosen boys some of your sweets

Himuro (being equally polite) refused, but Murasakibara...

“Is this...the premium bag with the super new and rare gummy bear taste?!”

“Y-Yes?”

his embrace almost crushed you...

that day he happily made you his sweets supplier

when you met there was no greeting, no ‘hey (Y/N)-chin how are you?’

he just opened his mouth and waited for you to put some of his favorite gummies in there  

the first time he did that, you were caught by surprise and had nothing prepared for him

Murasakibara got so sad that he basically pouted for hours

that sight made your heart ache so bad that after you guys finished training, you took the purple giant by his hand and went to the candy shop in your neighborhood buying and taking notes on all of his favorite candies, so that you could be prepared for the next time

7. Akashi:

uff...where should I start

the first time you met him was basically alongside Kagami

you know...the scissor scene

yeah.......

anyway, your first thoughts were actually something along the lines of ‘is that man ok?’

you watched all of Rakuzan’s games and you just hated his guts and arrogance

the moment Seirin won against his team, you should’ve been the proudest person alive but you weren’t...

you actually felt pity for him and you just casually asked if he wanted to play some shogi with you

his answer was of course: yes

so during the shogi game you guys decided to talk about every possible topic you could think of and it was so fun, that you actually apologized to him for all the prejudices you had against him

he giggled and accepted your apology saying that it was something he was already used to

ouch?

oh btw the shogi game result.....?

you lost

And now FINALLY the trainingscamp:

it all started with a phone call you got from Riko

“Hey (Y/N), sorry to call you out of the blue like that, but I have a little favour to ask of you..“

and here you were...next to Riko’s father, sitting next to him in his minivan, with the whole GoM talking/bickering in the back while driving to a small improvised training camp for five days in order to prepare them for their game against an american basketball team

now as to why only the GoM members were here, while the rest of the boys (Hyuga, Takao and Wakamatsu), Riko and Momo weren’t here

answer: university

they all apparently had a huge test coming up and since the other three guys were the substitute players, they would train with the girls whenever they could, while you were given the task to train the main troupe

the first day was quite relaxing, since you just distributed the rooms amongst you guys, made a training plan, had a short training session and finally had a recollection talk during dinner

when they told you how Kuroko was punched...OH BOY you were ready to drive back yourself and strangle that arrogant prick

day two of the camp was filled with almost nothing but training and some lunch breaks

for the third day you decided to do something fun for the boys

so with the help of Riko’s father you guys prepared some BBQ and you borrowed all of their favorite movies and watched them online while eating, laughing and reminiscing

fourth day was filled with training also

and the final day was simply their (and your) free day, everybody could do whatever they wanted

you actually wanted to use that day to relax, but to your surprise the boys had now organized and dedicated a whole day just for you

seeing them all try and please you by buying you your most favorite things and literally treat you like a princess for a whole day had you teared up

“(Y/N)?! What’s wrong? Are you ok??“

you were so grateful to had gotten to know this guys, that you had actually started crying

the training camp ended on a happy note

a very happy one at that...for both you and them

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

Maou-jou 9 - 12 (FINAL) | Idolish7 s2 10 - 15 (FINAL) | SLS 2

I’ve been holding off new seasonals because of other things, but after I post this I’ll have enough time to get around to them. That’s why I can’t guarantee winter 2021 seasonal tags on this post...maybe the next one will have them...

Maou-jou 9

…it seems shopping channels even are the same in the demon world.

Now even the demons have quests! (The frame is different to the princess’s, though.)

Oh! The quest failed.

Neo Alraune: in flower language, “the 2nd coming of happiness”. The worry from a little while ago was, “I’m worried about my brother.” The worry from recently: “I didn’t think about being happy that the princess didn’t kill my brother.”

The penguin demons are pretty cute!

Don’t you know how parents forbid children from sleeping until they finish all their homework? Must be something like that.

Yoku ganbarimashita! – Syalis worked hard!

LOL, mental age: 3. Poseidon likes cute things…I can’t read a lot of this…the hardsubs cover the JPN text.

They…both succeeded! (…LOL?)

Maou-jou 10

Owarinocity = Endopolis. It’s a good equivalent, if I do say so myself.

…oh yeah. What happened to Alraune? Update: There she is!

Also, that blonde guy in the infomercials doesn’t look too bad…*makes chef’s kiss gesture with one hand* Nice.

I wonder, was Twilight once human…?

LOL, there’s a goat symbol on the cleric’s pyjamas. Also “first time”, LOL.

I think they were playing shiritori at one point.

Hanamaru saikou yoku dekimashita!

Maou-jou 11

…How does one “sleep cheerfully”, anyway?

I think I saw Twilight drop something…some kind of paper…

Aw, Twilight blushing is kinda cute!

LOL, 70s shoujo style. Also, “It cannot be!”

Whoa, she cancelled it?!

I read up on this series on TV Tropes…and apparently the Demon King captured the Princess in her sleep.

Kagemusha? Like a ninja or something?

Apparently the Demon Cleric is much older than he looks.

Ooh! Hypnos is back!

A-whatsit really is abysmal levels of stupid!!! (LOL)

Maou-jou 12 (FINAL)

Who’s that one tiny guy occupying one of the Ten Kings’ seats?

*watching after Christmas, about a week after the anime finished* This is not seasonally appropriate!

…*thinks for a second, then spits* That’s the 2nd Nemu in the fall 2020 season!!!

Ooh, the head paladin doesn’t look that bad, either.

“…is it good to be…”

“…has seized the princess!”

“…that demon king is rather cute.” – See? Someone agrees with me.

Anyways, that was a fun series. See you soon!

Idolish7 s2 10

…Back at it after so long…(I can’t help it though – Crunchyroll, per month, is about double the local Funimation sublicensor’s fees, and for much less content that’s worth my money to boot!)

I’ve always thought Momo was like Sasara (HypMic), so seeing him anguished hurts me in the kokoro too…

I know Banri was involved with Re:vale somehow…this must be it.

…Male idols are also popular among men? Is this why there are 8 (!!!) idol anime in winter 2021 alone…? (Also, that’s why HypMic became popular? Multidemographic appeal crossed over with obvious merchandising opportunities?)

It’s kind of scary how Momo stepped the formality towards Yuki like that (to -san).

I guess in his heart Momo still reveres Yuki, some way or another.

The rakugo curtain really sold the moment that they (current Re:vale) were acting like an old married couple.

Yay! Silver Sky is such a cool song! Of course I recognised the intro when it came on.

…I see. The elder Kujo is entrusting his dream to Tenn, so that’s why he banned Aya from seeing Tamaki. However, it’s hard to know what to feel when Aya speaks in the vaguest terms possible.

I think that was a special ending for only this episode. I don’t know what its name is, but I guess I might recognise it on Spotify one day.

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LOL, Nagi’s reaction.

Considering the ‘rona is getting worse outside our very windows as we speak (type?), I think it’s correct to be concerned about your future right now.

Looking at these narrow streets reminds me of going to eat hotpot at the end of my Japan trip…only Japanese streets look like that, I think. Hong Kong’s streets are more crowded than that and America likes their suburbia.

Of course, when you say hajimemashite (nice to meet you), someone’s gotta say it back, hence the reply.

Considering there are people all over the world watching the Idolish7 anime, I would say you are telling the world about I7, Riku.

Oh! Restart Pointer! There was an MV for that one…I think it was around the time Idolish7’s MVs started getting better.

So this is the context around the new outfits! Cool!

There have been way too many puns about “idol” being…y’know, “ai (love) doll” and stuff like that…

I have one Twitter person who I follow (DejiNyucu, part of the creative team for Autumn’s Journey) because I don’t get much I7 content and they keep mentioning this “Haruki” person…and suddenly a “Haruki the Betrayer” showed up in the graffiti…they might be the same person, I think. Not Deji, but Haruki. Update: Sakura Haruki, perhaps…?

Sougo’s such a bad liar…

Sometimes, the best way to deal with things is to be direct…(I’m not very good at that, I naturally talk in a very roundabout sort of way.)

Sougo with long hair like Yuki would be really pretty… (<- has an obvious thing for guys with long hair)

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Nagi’s stupid accent is generally what he’s best remembered for (for me), so seeing him speak normally, and do a press conference on top of that, is…impressive.

A kabedon on top of all this! Whoa!

Shibuya 109 parody…? (I’ve seen that once or twice – parodying that means people know their stuff about Shibuya.)

I think the “it’s overflowing!” is referring to the hype in the “room”.

…this dejected Momo is worrying…(well, he is worrying and I am worrying about him.)

Oh, I see. The person responsible typed the letter so that they couldn’t be traced back. Kind of like those old movies where the culprit would cut letters out of newspapers to make threat mail, but…with even less traces than that, because cutting letters out leaves evidence.

…wow, it took a while for this ep. to have an intro…

…LOL, I just spotted Kenjiro Tsuda cited as the “fake Zero”, meaning the real one might never show up this season.

There’s something really stupid and infectious about these managers’ enthusiasm for drinking energy drinks. It puts a goofy smile on my face.

Is Musubi Tsumugi’s mother…? Update: Yes, she is.

…Wait, so the Chiba Shizuo guy is actually important?!

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Whenever someone says “by the way”, it means they’re changing the subject. I hate to state to obvious, but Sougo is clearly deflecting the topic of conversation from being about him.

I wonder if this guy (Haw9) is the actual Zero graffiti vandal…?

Hmph, I didn’t realise Tenn doesn’t refer to Kujo-san as his father, but…like that (“Kujo-san”) instead.

Oh hey! These are shots from Vibrato!

Most dramas can be solved with the power of Good Communication. That includes this one.

I feel like “he has a dark side” describes both Tenn and Kujo-san.

“Everyone, remember to wash your hands and gargle thoroughly.” – This is always a good thing to remember in the time of ‘rona. Reminds me of Jakurai’s line in ARB (<- this game started just after the ‘rona came down).

What did Sougo go to uni for (what specialisation)?

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I just realised Banri calls Momo -kun. Hmm…

Denki = electricity, LOL.

I feel like Tenn is basically Ramuda, give or take actual pink hair…guys in musical groups with pre-existing angst that they become the “centre” of. The fact Fling Posse have Saito Soma and so do Trigger strengthens the connection.

I would watch the heck out of a musical like that! Make it come true, Idolish7! (Also, today is I7 day! I’m not much of an I7 fan outside the anime, but…that’s cool!)

That shot of them jumping! I remember seeing it on the official site before!

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There you go! I was wondering where Banri’s injury was – that was the only bit that didn’t add up for him to be Yuki’s old partner.

Hmm…Momo is 4 years younger than Yuki but 2 years younger than Banri…

This episode has a real concert vibe to it, to the point where I got startled by how loud the yell was at one point. (Even if it is mostly stills.)

LOL, lookit Okazaki!

Apparently, if you’re a hako oshi, you like all the members of a group. Someone with a green light and a pink light likes both members of Re:vale.

LOL, Usagi for Asahi beer.

…I forgot Nagi is 19.

…Ooh, I think that’s the kid from ZOOL. No wonder they needed a season 3!

That’s all. See you next time!

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“fine and upstanding person” – That’s…hard to believe, Hayato.

I wonder how many bois Toboso designed for SLS…?

…The episode title is actually “Blank”. Not “Break”.

One of the guys’ shirts says moteki on it. That’s a period in one’s life where one enjoys more romantic attention than usual, literally “popularity season”.

The subs missed an I, so initially I knew Kiriyama’s name as “Kiryama”.

There are meant to be 2 wings, right…?

“He who controls information controls everything, right?” – For once, I’m surprised Hayato is right (and not just in that smug way of his).

“…I’m being treated like a manager.” – But Hayato is a manager! (In a sense.)

The plait guy jumps to nicknames really fast…also, why do I get the feeling Maeshima will lose the key?

I hate to say this Maeshima, but I side with your childhood friend (Kiriyama) here. As much as the anime wants me to back you, I’m watching for everyone else at this point.

That blocky building looks pretty cool. I think Zel (Archi-Anime) would like it.

Sasugai’s setup looks pretty cool, including his chair.

…hmm, Maeshima’s like me in a sense. I learn best by copying others, but memory is my best asset. If I don’t regularly train the fundamentals, I suck at everything. That said, I don’t have an eidetic memory. Also, I didn’t quite figure out Ken = Ken(sei Maeshima) until I watched long enough to connect the dots.

LOL, Derry’s. (<- reminded of a word for “butt” <- derriere)

Well, the guy’s (Souta…?) shirt does say moteki…

Kiriyama kinda looks like Jyuto (HypMic), come to think of it…Right down to his angry streak (although Jyuto has a reputation to keep as a “cool dude”, while Kiriyama is more of a Manza (Boueibu HK) and he’s more angry than he looks).

…This ED is nothing special.

…Hmm? Is that a small Terauchi and Maeshima…?

I think I’m sold for now, but I’m rooting for the other team, not Maeshima’s…not yet, anyways.