#so much so that people have given up and know that its bakugo whose gonna win

[bibibbon]

That’s an understatement. Bakugo Stans are rabidly working over time for him to win I’ve seen the posts for it and it’s honestly a little scary.

Yeah SOME bakugo stans and fangirls scare me with how aggressive they can be. I mean I have literally seen them worship bakugo it's kinda scary and funny at the same time 😅.

The amount of times bakugo has been first on popularity polls is annoying and in all honesty it's getting boring heck I have seen people who are fans of bakugo even comment and say that other characters should be on the top instead of him

[hitsuackerman]

Why Did It Have to be Him? pt. 2 (Aizawa x Reader)

a/n: so this was pretty challenging to write since its difficult to imagine Aizawa and his lustful needs all while trying to keep him in character... So, I hope this part 2 did you justice :) thank you for requesting this @hxneybee-uwu​ ! enjoy!

Warnings: Student-Teacher relationship, Age-gap, Cursing

Link: Part 1, Part 3

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Mina: Did you hear the news? We’re going 2 b having dorms

Toru: Did Aizawa-sensei and All Might Visit you guys now?

Kiri: Not yet. But my parents will surely agree.

You stared at the group chat before you. Heart racing at the thought of two teachers (okay, maybe one of them in particular) visiting your empty house. Not bothering to reply to your friends, you hurriedly stood up and began cleaning whatever nook and cranny your eyes could see.

As you were mopping the floors, a thought came into your mind. How would things work knowing you lived alone? Whose permission would you ask for? Both your parents had passed and them having no brothers or sisters, you had nowhere else to go, you settled for living off of the inheritance. It was just enough for you to live, given you had a part time job.

Your phone beeped once more cutting your thoughts.

Bakugo: Oi. How are yu gonna give them yer consent?

Y/N: I have no idea. I think I can ask one of them to sign it for my name instead…?

Bakugo: You really think theyd do that? Bullshit

Y/N: I can only hope huhuhu :(

Staring at your screen, your heart sunk at the idea of not being given the needed permission to join the dorms. Still, you showed a small smile at how Bakugo showed concern. He was one of the few people who knew about your predicament. Tossing your phone aside, you continued doing your chores.

When it was finally noon, you were now properly dressed and everything was now in tip top shape. All that was left was for your teachers to arrive. Killing time, you turned on the TV and watched whatever show was on. Not soon after, there was a knock on the door.

‘Fuck…’ You internally panicked when you saw it was only Aizawa outside your door. Any hopes of not having to make things awkward, flushed down the drain. Heat instantly traveled to your cheeks as your mind recalled what transpired a few days ago.

“You live alone, right?” Aizawa asked as he fixed his bag strap on his shoulder. His eyes took in your features. The pink tint on your cheeks gave him an uneasy feeling. The small rise in his heart beat needed to be pushed aside.

“Yeah.” You stepped aside to give him room to enter. When he passed by, you bit your inner lip and prayed for any sort of help. “Make yourself comfortable, sensei.”

‘Lords that sounds so wrong even if it’s still with context.’ This was not going well. Not one bit.

Leading him towards the living room, the two of you sat across from each other. It had only dawned on you that he was not wearing his hero costume. Instead, he was wearing a white button down shirt with the same tie from before. His stubble had returned quite fast but his hair was kept in a low bun.

“Do you want coffee or tea?” You touched your neck while trying to avoid eye contact. Seeing him sitting on your sofa was terrible for your fantasies. What you’d give to do at least something on that damn sofa.

When you started biting on your lip, his mouth started to dry. He had to swallow his saliva as his stare lingered on your lip. Once again, his skin tingles at the memory of your soft skin on his calloused one.

‘Shota. Stop.’ He mentally slapped himself. ‘See? This is why you should have let Toshinori visit (L/N).’

“Stop chewing on your lip, (L/N).” He snapped you out of your thoughts. Clearing his throat he advertently changed the topic. “Water will do.”

Excusing yourself, you scurried to the kitchen. This was not good. The fact that he’s in your home dressed like that caused your mind to relay pictures. How would he look underneath those clothes? Would he mind it if you ran your fingers through his hair? Of course he would. What the hell were you thinking? Those were the thoughts running in your mind as you shakily poured water into a glass.

Meanwhile, Aizawa rubbed his palms on his face. He had barely gotten any sleep yesterday and being able to recognize how you smelled of lavender when he entered your home did not help one bit.

Leaning his back on the sofa, his eyes began to wander. The walls were plain and barely any pictures. Save for 3 frames near the TV. Squinting his eyes, he could make out a younger you, smiling widely with your parents. At least he assumed.

“Those are my parents.” You gave him the answer as you placed the glass of water on the table. Returning to your seat, you tucked in a strand of hair and finally gave him eye contact. His blank gray eyes gave nothing away.

“I recall in your file that you don’t have any relatives. For that case, I have already asked permission from Principal Nezu that I can sign the papers, should you grant me authority.” He began to set some papers on the table. Once they were all laid flat, he took out a pen from his bag and placed it beside the papers. “All you have to do is sign this particular file.”

Taking the document, you scanned through the words and absentmindedly nodded. Without taking your eyes from the paper, you reached blindly for the pen.

Your breath hitched when you felt his fingers brush against yours. Tearing your gaze from the file, your eyes followed your arm till they reached your fingertips. In between your index and middle finger, his finger stayed frozen as well. Not one of you budged or flinched. When you looked over at his eyes, they seemed to be calculating and lost in thought.

‘You’re crossing the line, Shota.’ That’s what his mind yelled at him. Yet his body wanted him to just grab your wrist and hold your skin once more. His finger twitched and he managed to feel your skin against his.

Seeing his jaw tighten, you felt brave and imitated his actions. His eyes immediately darted and met yours. A shaky exhale exited your mouth as you felt his finger slowly rising up towards the back of your hand. His eyes never tearing away from you. The way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down only showed his evident lust.

Trembling, you lifted your index and carefully grazed his palm.

‘Holy shit. Holy shit. I’m tracing his palms. Fuck,’ Your heart felt as if it were running miles at the sensation of his skin.

It took all of his will to blink himself back to reality. Clenching his fist, he pulled himself away from you and cleared his throat. His eyes following your hand as you finally grabbed the pen.

‘Why did you do that? Are you that desperate to get under her skin?’ Aizawa scolded himself. He had indulged a little too much. Flexing stomach, he tried to hide his friend before you could notice. He had stepped over the line a little too much for his, or both, of your comforts.

After signing the document, you gave him the paper and made sure your fingers were a safe distance from him. The sooner he was out of your vicinity the better. After a few more instructions, he finally stood up and you accompanied him to the door.

As you trailed behind him, your eyes fell on his nape. Slowly, they fell towards his shoulders. Each little swing of his arm caused his traps to flex. It was subtle but his white shirt gave it away if you knew what you were looking for. Your eyes fell even lower. A satisfactory nod at how his butt was plump. A+ if you could say so yourself.

You flinched when your body collided with his chest. So lost in thought, you failed to notice how he had turned around to face you.

Aizawa couldn’t help but stare at how gradual your face turned a shade of red. The look of embarrassment but a hint of lust present in your orbs. A strand of hair falling on your face. Without thinking it through, he tucked the strand behind your ear.

“That’s what you want, isn’t?” He said as his finger began to trace your jaw. “Aren’t you smart enough to know that I’m your teacher and I’m much older than you?”

Your mind stopped working. There was no way you could redeem yourself from this. Avoiding his stare, you began to chew on your lower lip. Anxiety started to show when your shoulders trembled. Trying to formulate a sentence, your mouth just felt dry and barren.

“(L/N).” His voice stern. “Answer m-”

“Why… Why did you do that with your fingers? Why did you tuck that strand of hair, Aizawa-sensei?” Your voice cracked but the words came faster than you could comprehend. “I know you're my teacher. I just… I can’t help it.”

‘Don’t say the words, Shota. It will only make things worse.’

“Even if I entertained your feelings, there’s no way this will end up on a positive note. You and I both know that well enough.”

‘You should have just kept your mouth shut at this point.’

Seeing that tears were starting to pool up, he let out a sigh and removed his finger from your jaw. He hated himself. He hated himself for not wanting to let go of his touch on you. The only logical thing left for him to do was to turn around, open the door, and leave. But, his feet remained glued to the floor.

“What if you were wrong and all this ends on a positive note?” (Y/N). You’re literally inviting the thought of being expelled at this very moment. By now, your mind was too foggy to think straight. All you wanted was to show this man that maybe, just maybe, things would work out.

“Nothing good comes out with these types of relationships..”

“Then just give me a chance.” You retaliated. “There’s no harm in trying and we don’t have to tell anybody.”

‘There’s a lot of harm in this Shota. This isn’t logical anymore. This is just plain selfish on your part.’ His mind was yelling for him to stop. Yet the fire and determination in your eyes made him think otherwise. At this point, he wasn’t listening to his mind anymore.

It would be a lie on his part if he would say he never took an interest in you. Ever since the UA sports festival, his stare would linger on you and it became his own personal game if he could catch you ogling at him.

Taking one step forward, he saw how your eyes widened with fear and anticipation of what would happen next. Leading you, his gaze tore straight into your soul as your back felt the cold wall in your house. You were now pinned against the wall. Your head tilting upward to look into his stoic face.

‘OH MY LORD. A KABEDON. WHAT THE FUCK?!’ You yelled as your jaw dropped once more. Both his arms now caging your head. He bent his torso to fully take in your flustered face. Your knees now felt like jelly when the tip of his nose began to brush yours. He smelled like mint and rosewood.

Just like that, he released you from his cage and fixed his tie. It took everything in him not to devour you right then and then. Turning around, he ushered himself out. Before taking another step forward, he glanced at you over his shoulder.

“I like cats.” He said.

“What?” You were still recovering from the feeling of being pinned to the wall. Your senses tingled and heat reached the area between your thighs once more.

“You heard me.” With only an inch left of opening, he continued his sentence. “We can start off from there.”

The moment the hatch clicked, you fell to your knees and clutched your chest.

Meanwhile, Aizawa on the other side clenched his fists till his knuckles turned white. He had let himself go. This was bad but now that an opportunity presented itself, he would have to take such necessary precautions to ensure that this situation you found yourselves in would remain hidden.

“Shit.” That’s all he could say.

Taking his phone out, he scanned through his contacts till he reached your name. He didn’t know what went to him but he knew a smirk on his face when he feels it. After typing the message, he hit send and placed it back in his pocket.

Hearing your phone beeping, you hurriedly ran back towards the living and unlocked it. His name appeared on the notification bar. Your cheeks once again felt hot and your heart began to race once more.

��I’ll call you later.’

Needless to say, he did.

[whirlybirdwhat]

Oh I wonder how Katsuki would react to them! If it was an op au he would probably have Zoro's role (wants to be the best and doesn't care about what people think) but I don't know if he would like Zoro if he met him (and I really don't know what he would think of Luffy)

OKAY SO REALLY TINY ANSWER TO YOUR ACTUAL ASK AND THEN UNDER MY CUT MY FEELINGS ABOUT THAT KASUKI AND ZORO OPINION BECAUSE BOY. DID I FIND OUT I HAD EMOTIONS!

So! Kastuki be enraged. here are people who give no fucks about heroes, if bakugo’s better than him, have a drive he can’t match and the ability to cause bigger explosions than he could ever hope (Three Thousand worlds, red hawk, fire bird star... i can go on.) They aren’t bound by science like he is. And they don’t care about heroes, or the government, things that validate Bakugo.

So he’d be enraged. and then maybe ave a lil bit of respect? Because they are, sorry, stronger than bakugo in an objective sense and would wipe the floor with him. Especially since Bakugo wouldn’t have haki. And More, they wouldn’t care about what bakugo thought of them and would just do their thing. I think bakugo would want to be them. And He’d be 100% baffled by luffy who would just think his explosions were cool then show him his red hawk attack lmao.

NOW. Onto my very strong opinions underneath the cut. 

gonna be honest i havent watch bnha since i watched one piece, so its been awhile, but i also feel that Bakugo and Zoro are just. very different characters. especially due to the extremely different themes both medias have. Zoro has a goal, an unbeatable, impossible goal that he will sacrifice anything but his friends to get - and in the beginning, when we first meet luffy, he would have sacrificed him if he got in his way. Zoro, however, supports others - he believes, no, knows that luffy will be the next pirate king. He’s the first mate and steps up when the captain can’t (water 7) and knows what need to be done and what he won’t sacrifice (which quite frankly is only his crew mr “chopping my legs off to win a battle is a good idea” fucking dumbass ily). 

Bakugo, to my understanding as i stopped watching when Bakugo got captured, is literally. Not that. He has a goal yes, but its a goal shared by several other characters - deku, and i believe todoroki wants to be the number one, etc - and we also don’t know why beyond he wants to be the best. Its a baseless goal, as of right now, one that can only be given meaning through fan speculation. Which is in comparison to Zoro, whose goal to be the best is through a promise to a dead sister-figure and for his need not to be weak and to be strong enough for his captain - his crew - not himself, like Bakugo presumably. Additionally, Bakugo has literally stepped on others in a malicious way to get to the top, and while Zoro has done so, it is simply because he doesn’t care; he’s better than them in skill, and in the one piece world its a dog eat dog world. Zoro is staying true to the values he as a swordsman has. Bakugo wants to be a hero. Bakugo has less compassion for citizens than Zoro has, a world class criminal. Who has destroyed several towns and taken down several kings, tyrants, and government officials. 

Too my last point, Bakugo... isn’t really a leader. Zoro isn’t either but Zoro steps up and people listen. Bakugo steps up and yells, and people listen. Its different. 

And Bakugo does cares about what people think - he wouldn’t yell, proclaim he’s the best, be as competitive as he is, bully children, or anything if didn’t. He wouldn’t want to be the best with seemingly no motivation if he didn’t care what people thought.

Zoro has quite literally said that it doesn’t matter if he’s a pirate or a marine, or what people think of him - as long as his name rings across the land as the best swordsman, fufilling his promise to Kuina, he has achieved his dream.  (Chapter 5 -6 I believe.) 

This difference is of course to the themes of both manga. To my Understanding, BNHA is all about being a hero - what does it take to become a hero, what makes a hero, do not give up without trying, help others before yourself, theres a solution to every problem, etc. I looked most of these up because the only one I could think up off the top of my head is what makes a hero/ is it ability or your actions because how bnha handled it esp with its opening line pissed me off but!! thats a story for another time! 

One Piece’s themes disregard heroes. One piece’s themes are first and foremost - dreams, the romantic view of the world,  sticking to your ideals, being selfish, and freedom. I could go on for hours about it. In fact, I have. 

The One Piece world is a lawless place. the government is corrupt, slavery exists, and its heroes are either pirates who saved you only because you were their friend (strawhats, despite not wanting to be called heroes) or marine heroes who are chained to the concept of a ruthless justice and have to let family members die for it (garp). Everything is weird, but only one character in the entire history of one piece has been alienated for being weird - Katakuri, for his mouth, which is fucking absurd considering his brother literally has an oven on his head and his mother is a soul sucking cannibal who wears a polka dot dress.  In one piece your ‘quirks’ aren’t celebrated - its just normal. Fun even. Especially on. the Grand Line where the rule is anything can happen, from rubber boys fighting God or islands made out of food.

The world of BNHA is the exact opposite. While they have “quirks” which can be anything, its not something anybody can obtain, unlike one piece, where only Conquerors Haki is an unobtainable skill unless you are born with it. BNHA is a world buried deep in laws, heroes, and villains - black and white for the most part to my understanding. It is a world where if you are villain, you are pretty much expected to be evil or out for blood, and if you are a hero, you are generally expected to help people, even if you might be doing it for money or fame. Unlike one piece where each and every character has a dfiferent moral compass. BNHA is also a realistic world in terms of quirks - you won’t be finding islands of candy or the like, and it is pretty much contained in one setting, which shifts characters characterizations a lot. 

How does this affect Bakugo and Zoro?

Well. In a world where dreams and selfishness are valued, you would think Bakugo would flourish. I think he would falter, because of what you pointed out - his willingness to be the best. In BNHA, theres a structure for how you become the best, through school and a career, an official ranking. There’s nothing like that in One Piece, as bounties have been shown to be absolutely fucking worthless, and literally all the top bounties are just puns. fucking puns. I love it. 

If Bakugo went around as he does in BNHA, in one piece, a world where he doesn’t have people protecting him from his actions or not hurting him because he’s a kid, bakugo would honestly probably die. Bakugo’s drive to be the  best and his normality as typically being the best in BNHA would not translate over well.

In One Piece rookies get knocked the fuck out unless you have plot armor which honestly doesn’t always protect you. See the Baratie. Saboady. Fucking Marine Ford. Wano. Big Mom. Fucking FOXY. You can surrvive by staying lucky - Buggy, but it isn’t often.

What would Bakugo even be the best of? The Marines where he has to listen to the Five Elders? He’d be a less hateful Akainu (because no one can be as bad as Akainu) 

In a world without structure, Bakugo would fucking die. 

In comparison, in a BNHA au, Zoro has drive and would probably just be like an accidental villain like I have in my au. 

In the End, Zoro is a pirate, and Bakugo is a hero in training. Bakugo relies on organizations to help him reach the top while Zoro actively destroys them. Bakugo wants to lead but can’t (as of right now) and Zoro can lead but loves his captain, so won’t. Zoro’s goals are seated in concrete ideals, concrete promises that he has to keep. Idek why Bakugo wants to be a hero beyond being the best. 

BNHA could not work in a one piece right down to the fucking morals. Pirates Vs Heroes. The pirates could maybe be the heroes, but could the heroes ever set out to purposefully take down others, obtain land, and be free from responsibility?

Thats just a portion of my thoughts on it. BNHA characters are just... so incompatible with any world that isn’t theirs because their lives revolve around fitting the algorithm of UA and the Hero Career. OP, in its focus on selfishness and disregarding the rules of any place and bringing chaos anywhere, can pretty much go anywhere without being odd because even in their own world they ruin every thing.

Okay. Im done now. Sorry anon you opened a can of worms i didn’t think i  had thoughts on!! guess i do!!

[pandastern]

Gravity (Bakugo x OC)

Gravity (Bakugo x OC)

Part 5: Unforseen Simulation Joint (past)

Bakugou x Vigilante!OC

Warnings: angst, explicit language, violence

Word count: 2433

Genre: enemies to lovers ; angst ; romance, slow burn

When a new student makes an entrance, Bakugou has a real bad feeling. There is something about this girl that just doesnt feel right. From the flaming hair to the calculating glint in her green eyes, everything about her just pisses him off.

Little does he know that his fate is intertwined with the person he despises so much, defining his future path in a way he would have never expected.

Bakugou grit his teeth until they hurt. His crimson eyes bored into the back of the flame-haired girl walking a few feet in front of him. At this point, Artemis was pissing him off even more than that damn Deku! She’d really gotten the best of him the other day. Not that it was gonna happen again. He’d show her. He’d make her regret the day she ever stepped foot in UA.

A sudden hand on his shoulder pulled him out of his train of thought.

“Hey, man!” Kirishima said with a toothy grin. “If you keep staring like, you’re gonna get eye issues.”

“Tch… Shut up, shitty hair! I'm not staring,” Bakugou growled, shrugging off Kirishima’s hand. 

"Right. I mean, I get that you two don’t really get along and all, but maybe you shouldn’t try to start another fight one day after she, well… beat you?”

“She did not fucking beat me! I can take that cocky water hazard any day, any time!” Bakugou spat, whipping around with gleaming eyes.

Rage bubbled in the pit of his stomach, but Kirishima just laughed and held up his hands defensively. “Hey no need to blow up over something so small.”

“I'm not!” Bakugou growled and walked away.

Why was that shitty-haired dumbass even trying to come at him? Sure, his words were the truth, but Bakugou didn’t need it spelled out for him. And then there was Artemis, acting all high and mighty. How did no-one else but him notice that this girl was just so… unsettling? No matter what she was doing, her whole attitude rubbed him the wrong way.

“Why are you even so focused on her?” Kirishima’s voice interrupted his thoughts again.

Bakugou grunted. “I’m not focused on her! She’s pissing me off, is all. Acting like she’s better than everyone else, always running her fucking mouth like she’s the funniest person in the academy.”

“And you burned off half her hair. That’s pretty harsh, especially for a girl, you know? Maybe that’s why she went all Terminator on you.” Kirishima shrugged.

“I didn’t do that on purpose. It was an accident. We fought, I blasted without thinking, her hair went up in flames,” Bakugou snapped.

“Does she know that?”

“Why would I care? Now leave me alone before I blast your ass to kingdom come.”

“Okay, okay!” Kirishima raised his hands in defence and walked away, muttering to himself.

Bakugou turned away and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. Kirishima needed to keep his nose out of things that didn’t concern him… though as much as he hated to admit it, he had a point. The whole class had seen Artemis beat him in that training circle. He’d given it his all and had failed nonetheless. Never in his life had anyone shown him up that badly.

Perhaps that was why he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

He’d gone over that fight in his head so many times,trying to find some way to justify his own failure, but he couldn’t. Artemis had been holding back in the beginning, but the moment he’d started to get the upper hand, she’d overpowered him like a tidal wave, mercilessly crushing him and everything else in her way. And despite him being infuriated by his own loss, he couldn't help but respect the fighting skill she’d displayed.

Inside the special training facility, the class was met by Thirteen, a rescue hero dressed in something that somewhat resembled an astronaut’s space suit. Judging by the excited mutters of her classmates, Artemis assumed that the hero was rather popular for their work.

“Welcome to the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, or USJ for short, a facility created to simulate various natural disasters in order to train young heroes for rescue missions,” Thirteen said with arms outstretched.

Artemis followed Thirteen’s gesture with her eyes and let her gaze wander. The giant dome-shaped building was bigger than any training facility she’d ever seen. Not that she could compare this to anything she’d ever experienced. Most of the facilities she knew had been underground and certainly not for rescue work.

Thirteen started to explain the different zones of the USJ, each one modelled after a natural disaster heroes commonly had to fight their way through. Artemis was only half listening while her mind wandered. It made sense for the school that formed most of the top heroes of this day in age to prepare the young students for catastrophes. Her classmates seemed to be eagerly listening, and she could see the admiration in their eyes. It was so painfully obvious how innocent and naive they were. They knew heroes from TV and from what they were taught. Heroes were good, villains were evil. Everything was so cut and dry, so simple to understand.

She sighed and shook her head.

“Miss Moon?” Thirteen’s voice pulled her out of her trance. “Are you paying attention?”

Artemis flinched and muttered a curse under her breath. “Sorry.”

“That's all right. Now, as I was saying,” the rescue hero continued, “my quirk is called Dark Hole. While it allows me to save lives, it’s also a dangerous weapon. Many of you have powers that could easily kill someone should you ever lose control.”

Artemis clenched her jaw. She knew that oh so well. The sudden feeling of eyes boring into the back of her head mader her glance back. She caught the sight of Bakugou’s eyes narrowed at her before he turned his attention back to the teacher.

“Always remember that you should never use your powers for personal gain. Use them to save people. That is the true essence of being a hero,” Thirteen said to finish off.

Artemis had to scoff at that. Why was everything so painfully glorified? If that was really what they believed made a true hero in this world, then there was no such thing. Fame, money, power… It was all a corrupted system strapping people down. What a load of shit. That certainly wasn’t the world she remembered so vividly.

She looked around again, only for her eyes to be drawn to a big fountain in the middle of the dome. At first, Artemis couldn’t quite tell why it had caught her attention. Something about it just seemed… off.

Staring more intently, she noticed a subtle, almost invisible change in the air. A slight flicker, easily missed, like summer air shimmering on hot concrete.

How odd. Was the heating system having issues? Or maybe there was a gas leak.

She pulled away from the group and slowly made her way closer to the stairs, making sure to keep her eyes on the strange phenomenon so she didn’t lose it. Something about this just didn’t feel right. Thirteen and the class were still busy going over the program, so no one seemed to notice it.

The flickering started to pick up, slowly getting denser. Artemis could clearly see the distortion slowly spreading and growing.

“What is that?” she muttered to herself, narrowing her eyes.

A shadow fell across her as Aizawa joined her by her side. She glanced up at him. The look in his dark eyes told her she definitely wasn’t imagining it. The hairs on the back of her neck started to rise. 

Artemis shifted her attention back to the flickering air just as it started to contort and turn dark. For a few moments, it was just a small spot, no bigger than a fist, the black smoke pulsing slightly as if it had its own heartbeat. Then the spot started to grow, shooting out wispy tendrils of black and purple that spread out like the smoke of a forest fire until it was the size of a large doorway.

Aizawas hand shot out, grabbing Artemis by the shoulder and flinging her back at her classmates so roughly she would have hurt herself if Kirishima hadn't caught her.

“Hey! What-” Artemis managed to squeak before she heard Aizawa’s quickened heartbeat thrumming in her ears. Her stomach knotted. That wasn’t a good sign.

Her eyes returned to the dark cloud that now seemed to open up from within. It was a portal, Artemis thought with ice forming in her veins. A fucking portal.

Sure enough, she was able to make out the form of a pale hand slowly pushing through, followed by an arm, then a head. Again and again, similar apparitions formed in the black smoke and emerged into the open.

“Get back and stay together!” Aizawa barked in a sharp voice, positioning himself in front of his class and pulling up his goggles. “Thirteen, protect the students.”

“Hey, what’s that?” said Kirishima behind her. “Has the exercise already started? I thought we were supposed to rescue people.”

As more and more figures stepped out of the portal, Artemis’s quirk picked up the hearts of her classmates quickening around her. 

She pushed herself nimbly back on her feet, her own heart starting to pound. There was not one pro hero alive whose heart could possibly beat faster with adrenaline if the situation wasn’t serious. This wasn’t an exercise. This was for real.

“This isn’t a game. Those are real villains,” Aizawa growled. The scarf around his began to unwind on its own.

Holding out her arm, Artemis summoned all the water she could until a shimmering bow formed in her hand.

Aizawa glanced back at his fearful students. How the hell had anyone managed to breach their security? There had been an incident at the school earlier today where someone had tried to infiltrate the school grounds, but with the huge amount of media before their gates, the whole school had just assumed it had been an over-enthusiastic reporter. Now Aizawa had a feeling the commotion at UA had been used to find out where the students were headed.

 “Everyone,” Thirteen commanded, trying to usher them back to the entrance, “get to the exit right away. Do not engage the enemy.”

Kirishima and Bakugou began to complain. Even Midoriya seemed annoyed at the order. However, one stern look from Aizawa shut them up right away.

“Those are real villains,” shouted Aizawa again, stepping towards the stairs. “Get out of here while I hold them back.”

“But Mr Aizawa, you work best in stealth combat. They are too many of them! Even If you can cancel out some of their quirks…” Midoriya began with worry in his voice.

“He’s right. There’s a small army down there,” Artemis added sharply, bow and arrow already in her hands, ready to fight. There was no fear in her deep green eyes, only determination and defiance. 

“You can’t be a pro if you only have one trick up your sleeve,” Aizawa said, and with that, he leapt off the stairs, ready to fight for his students’ lives.

[katsukari]

Falling Ch. 2- Brand New

~when hero training takes aizawa’s class off campus, they’re left wondering just what, or who, the day will bring.

pairing: bakugou X akari aizawa (oc)

word count: 2.4k

genre: this is pretty neutral, little bit of fluff if you look at it hard enough.

warnings: swearing, lots of it, fighting, mentions mineta,

So here’s chapter 2 of Falling! This chapter we finally get to the BNHA characters and the real start of the story! I like naming chapters after songs so this chapter is Brand New by Ben Rector, just because its a new start for Akari and it captures that kind of excitement around it. Let me know whatcha think!

Monday’s hero training took Aizawa’s class off campus, to his hero agency, more specifically. Not that he told his students this, it wasn’t something he felt they needed to know. Nor did he tell them what or rather, who, they would be meeting today. As students flooded off the bus into the simple agency building they were guided down a long plain hallway, to a set of black doors that opened into a large gym. There were already people in it. Two people to be exact, and they were going hard at each other with what looked like metal pipes.

They stopped when Aizawa cleared his throat, the taller of the two going to the water fountain in the corner. The shorter, tapped the butt of her staff on the ground twice and it folded in on itself, before she slid it into a holster on the back of her belt. She wasn’t dressed like a hero, in baggy sweatpants and matching zip-up hoodie that had come half open during her sparring session, revealing she wasn’t wearing a shirt, just a plain black sports bra. She did however wear the accessories of a pro, a utility belt, black fingerless gloves, and a pair of goggles whose lenses were so black many students wondered if she could even see through them. 

Pushing her goggles up into sweaty black hair revealed a pair of amethyst eyes that regarded the students with excitement. “Is this them?” 

“It is. What do you think,” Aizawa asked dryly. 

It was a surprise to hear their teacher ask for someone else’s opinion, much less this apparent stranger, but there was something familiar about the appraising gaze that was unleashed full force on the unexpecting students. After what felt like an eternity she finally turned to their teacher and grinned, “They’ll do.” 

Those unsettling purple eyes were on the boy with glasses before his hand was in the air. “Mr.Aizawa, would you explain what it is we’re doing here today? And who is your companion?”

“Midoriya, I have a feeling you know who this is, care to explain.” Aizawa drug his eyes to the mop of messy greenish black hair next to Iida that had jumped, and waited.

“It’s US Pro-Hero Nocturne, isn’t it?” the boy called Midoriya stated, more than asked.

Akari smiled at him, “Sure is. And as for what you’re doing here today, you’re fighting me.”

This caused a flurry of whispers to break out across the mob of students “We’re fighting a pro, again?”, “What’s her quirk?”, “Are we all going at once?”, “Is she gonna be using that stick thingy?”

“Quiet.” Aizawa ordered. “Not all of you will be fighting Nocturne, only some, and you’ll be going one on one. You will not be told what her quirk is beforehand, so pay close attention to matches before yours. We’ll discuss after.” Their teacher followed Akari to a large square made of tape in the center of the gym floor. “The rules are simple. The first person outside of the tape loses. Understood?”

A girl who could only be described as pink raised her hand.

“Ashido?”

“What do we do if we aren’t fighting?” she asked.

“You watch,” Aizawa replied flatly. “Now, first up is Mineta.”

Akari stood in the center of the square, stretching, then she was still. When the small purple topped student made his way to the square, Akari decided she didn’t like the way he was looking at her, and resolved to end the match quickly. Lowering her goggles, she gave Aizawa the sign for good to go, and he called “Start.”

Akari listened carefully to her opponent, to the way he moved, and how he did it. When his hand flew to his scalp and grabbed one of the orbs that sat there and he hurled it at her she stepped to the side, letting it breeze by her. They continued like that for a short time, Akari barely breaking a sweat, and her opponent becoming increasingly frustrated. Exactly what she wanted. It meant he was getting reckless in how fast he was throwing, how hard, and how it affected his balance. Then it came. Her opening.

To those watching it seemed as if Akari disappeared, then reappeared a few seconds later right behind Mineta. His last throw put him off balance, and before he could fix his footing Akari planted her foot square in his back and sent him flying from the square. Luckily one of his classmates caught him before he crashed into the gym wall, they weren’t padded. 

“Who’s next?” she called.

One after another, students were sent stumbling from the ring. If it were only a test of quirks Akari knew she would lose to half, if not more of these students, but there was something she had that they lacked. Balance. They struggled to keep themselves grounded, and even some of them lacked basic hand to hand fighting skills, things that could keep them alive in a fight. Some were better than others, kids like Midoriya, Kirishima and even Uraraka had some skills.  All three were tough to beat, but the green haired hero she got by the leg mid jump, and threw like a shot put, Uraraka stumbled out after taking a kick to the side. Kirishima was her only draw of the day. Aizawa had called it after a thirty minute standoff with no indication as to who would come out on top. Ojiro flat out knocked her out of the ring. To someone like Akari, whose quirk only enhanced her strength, who had learned how to fight hand to hand as a necessity, it seemed like an egregious oversight in their training. Nothing that couldn’t be fixed though. 

As Akari ploughed through Ashido, pushing her from behind to get her out of the ring, Uraraka asked “Those goggles are so dark, how can she see through them?”

And maybe he shouldn’t have said it, but Aizawa replied “For the most part, she can’t. Alright, last up, Bakugo.”

Akari heard him walk up, rather than saw. There was a sweet smell about him that threw Akari for a loop. She couldn’t place what the scent was, until she smelled the start of something burning. Next she knew there was a blast on her left to distract her from the incoming right hook on her other side. The hit lands, but she’s rock-solid and barely budges. She knows the sound and smell to expect before a blast now. An advantage he doesn’t know he’s given her. Breaking away from him, she sidesteps another right hook, but it was a feign for his left hand to go to her gut. She’s half tempted to let it land, and let her small breakfast come up on his expensive looking costume, but instead she manages to grab his fist and turn it, forcing him around so she could plant a kick to his backside. He stumbles, but not out of the ring. 

The fact that she got a hand on him seems to make him angry. He’s going to blast again, but this time behind himself. He launches himself into the air, up and over Akari to land on her other side, but she could hear his breathing and knew where he was coming from. Before he’s on the ground her leg is up and connecting with his jaw, sending him staggering sideways. Gone in a flash, she’s right beside him as he’s preparing another blast. She can smell the faint burning from his hands, it’s positioned to go off right in her face. Bringing her left arm up she pushes his hand up towards the ceiling and comes in close for an uppercut with her right hand. Her blow hits as soon as his hand goes off. Knocking him off balance, he lands unceremoniously on his behind, glaring daggers at Akari. 

“Bakugo, you’re out of bounds.” Aizawa remarks. 

“Like hell I am!” the blond barks, then, looking down, realizes he is in fact out of bounds. Well, his ass is, at least. 

Akari offers a gloved hand to help him up, but he ignores it, electing to continue to glare straight through her. 

“How the fuck did you do that.” It was a demand rather than a question.

“Do what?” Lifting her goggles, Akari quirks a brow. 

“You knew when I was about to use my quirk. How.”

She glanced over at Aizawa and sighed, “Come over with the rest of your class and I’ll explain.”

He narrowed his eyes at her, “How.”

Akari was tired, that's the only plausible reason that the words “If you’re gonna be a pissbaby about it, and you can’t wait, literally twenty seconds, I can just say nothing about my quirk to any of you and then you’ll really be up shit creek without a paddle,” left her mouth.

There hadn’t been much noise in the gym since the end of their match, even less since Bakugo made his demands, but now the gym was silent. No one expected that. Moreso, no one expected Bakugo, after rolling his eyes into the next century and a fiery “Whatever fuckface,” to actually go back to stand with the rest of the class. 

Coming over to stand next to Aizawa, Akari slipped her goggles from her head, they typically didn’t give her problems, but her head was aching something fierce. 

“So, I suppose it's time for some explanations.” An annoyed tch met Akari’s ears, she ignored it. “My name is Akari, Akari Aizawa.” 

That earned a mixed reaction, but the resounding question was “How are you related?” 

“He’s my uncle.” Akari explained, eliciting a sigh of relief from her audience. “Did they not know you had relatives?”

“They know only what they need to.” 

That sounds like something he would say, Akari thought. “Anyways, back on topic: my quirk. Who thinks they know what it is?”

The boy with glasses from before, Iida, raised his hand, before suggesting “Seismic sense?” 

“No, but you have something right. I won’t tell you what just yet. Let’s see,” Akari looked out over the sea of students before choosing her target, “Tokoyami, is it? What do you think?” 

“Some sort of speed quirk?” was his proposed answer.

She got several variants on speed or strength quirks before someone barked “Just get on with it damnit!” It was her blond friend from before.

“Alright fine. It has to do with these,” she said tapping near the corner of her eye. “In the dark, my senses of touch, taste, smell, and even strength and speed are all increased. That’s how I knew when Bakugo was about to strike. I could smell, and hear it before it happened.”

“But, what has that got to do with your eyes?” Uraraka asked.

The smile Akari gave was shallow, “Well, my quirk is centered around my eyes. For one, like an animal that’s nocturnal, my eyesight is pretty terrible, except in my case, it doesn’t get better in the dark. Legally, without glasses or contacts in, I’m blind.  The second being the goggles. I can’t see through them. They’re there to trick my mind into thinking I’m in total darkness allowing me to work at my full potential. And the third reason, well, that’s not important. Actually, I’m not sure I needed to tell you that first bit, but oh well.” She paused, “Any questions?”

Someone hollered “How old are you?” from the back of the room. Uncertain if she should answer she looked at her uncle, who merely shrugged. “It’s up to you,” he said.

“Um, sixte-”

“Sixteen, and you’re a pro? You’re younger than almost all of us!” That was Kirishima, he seemed like a decent person, and he seemed to be able to be near Bakugou without getting his head bitten off. 

“I know. There’s an accelerated program in the states that starts kids with promising quirks training as young as six and out as pros with mentors sometimes as young as fourteen. I was fourteen and a half when I graduated.”

“That’s crazy!” a much less menacing blond exclaimed, “Talk about a child soldier, am I right.” 

Akari had never thought of it that way before, she didn’t like it. “It really wasn’t like that!”

“Isn’t that what they want you to think?” he countered.

“It wasn’t, it’s not-”

“Alright children q&a is over. Time to get back on the bus.” Akari looked at her uncle, grateful for the intrusion. “Will you be alright here until I’m done at school?”

“Sure will be. Now, you better go before someone loses their head.” 

Iida was trying to get everyone out of the gym and for some reason Bakugou wasn’t budging from his spot, some thirty feet in front of Akari. His gaze was locked firmly on her, like a homing missile. Against her better judgement she walks over to him, curious as to why he looked at her as if he wanted to plant another right hook on her jaw. 

“Is there something I can do for you?” she asks.

He scoffs, “As if.” 

“Then what are you staring for? You’re holding your class up, and my nap, so shoo.” Akari flaps her fingers at him, motioning towards the door. 

“You wish, dipshit I-”

“Oh for God’s sake, I don’t have the patience for this right now.” She turned and grabbed her staff from the back of her belt pressing the button that made it extend. Akari knew she just said she was going to take a nap, but this boy made her want to hit things. “Hey Ito, are you ready for anot-” a warm hand grabbed her by the elbow, turning her around. “What now?” she sighed, exasperated. 

“You could smell and hear it? Without seeing it?”

Akari blinked at him. It was such a simple question, so why did he look like he had teeth pulled without novocaine? “Yeah, I could smell your hands start to burn, and I could hear you move. It gave me a bit of a heads up on when and where you would hit.”

He huffed and let go of her arm. As he turned and walked towards the door she could hear him mutter “How the fuck do you account for that?” 

[myheroicimagines]

Bakugou Inturpted- Bakugo/Reader (Part 1)

This is probably gonna be just a two part series unless you guys want more after the second chapter! High key wants to poly ship but let's just stick to Kiri being best wingman...unless you guys want a poly fic? Let me know!) 

~Admin Harumi

“...GET YOUR OWN DAMN HIDING PLACE!” Bakugou hissed as the door to the storage closet was flung open by the hero in training known as Red Riot. “C’mon Bakugou, All Might’s about to finish his countdown, you can’t leave me out there!” Kirishima begged clasping his strong hands together desperately, hoping that his friend would take pity on him. "Watch me" The blonde replied coldly. Obviously Kirishima made a mistake in using the phrase 'you can't' in his plea because Bakugou promptly reached for the doorknob to shut the storage closet. Heck, the perpetually angry teen probably WOULD have given his best friend the honor of hiding with him, but it was a matter of pride now.

“..85..” All Might’s booming voice could be heard echoing across the USJ as the students rushed to find a spot to shroud themselves in. “..84..”  Kirishima panicked and activated his hardening quirk, using his fingers as a wedge to keep the door open just a sliver.

”I’ll get you a date with (y/n)..!”

Almost immediately after finishing this proposal the redhead was dragged into the tiny room by the tattered collar of his blue gym uniform. There was a few seconds of silence after the door clicked shut before Bakugou spoke in an uncritically small voice “...a date?” The blonde gave Kirishima a weak glare. Bakugou could not for the life of him figure out how deal with his recent infatuation for (y/n). His glare softened as he crossed his arms over his chest, ready to hear Kirishima out. “You have a thing for (y/n), right?” Kirishima grinned noticing the pink tint spreading across the other male’s face. “.....”  The other’s silence only further confirmed his theory, he couldn't help but pump his fist at this “I knew it!”  

As much as Bakugou hated to admit it, he did have a crush on (y/n) and he desperately needed help with this sort of thing...everyone seemed to like Kirishima one way or another so this guy was probably his best bet. “...Stop smiling and tell me how already!” He barked, turning his head to try to conceal his burning cheeks.

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“,..66,..”

All Might’s voice continued to echo through the facility as you frantically bolted from one training zone to the next, trying to find the best place to hide. ‘Never thought I’d be playing hide and seek for a grade’ you thought to yourself. You skidded to a stop in front of the 'collapsed zone’, examining your options a little more. The point of this exercise was to practice stealth and prepare for situations where a hero needs to stay low to get information or wait for backup. “Being invisible sure would come in handy right about now.” You mumbled to yourself watching as the last of your classmates rushed into their preferred locations.  Boy, did Hagakure have the advantage in this challenge. No doubt All Might would find her her though; If not him then Aizawa or Thirteen would.  “..60,..” The five minute countdown was now dwindling to its end  “Ahhhhh I can't be picky anymore, there’s no time!”

“..57,..”

“Have you tried complementing them?” Kirishima asked, attempting to learn more about his friend’s crush. “Yeah, I tell them they don’t look that shitty everyday” Bakugou replied while shoving his callused hands into the pockets of his gym uniform. He was now leaning against the wall across from the redhead whose eye twitched in disbelief.“....Dude, that’s not how you’re supposed to do it.” Kirishima replied in a weary tone. He wasn't surprised though, this was someone who tried to name himself ‘King of Explodo Kills’ after all. “Just tell me how to ask them out! ” The blonde growled, frustrated that this was something that he wasn't naturally great at. Kirishima placed a hand under his chin in thought, trying to figure out the best way to approach this. “Well, try putting it in your own words.” Kirishima suggested with a small shrug causing the other click his tongue in annoyance. “...” While in thought, Bakugou’s red orbs traveled around the small semi-lit room; If you could call it a room, there was barely enough space to fit three and a half people between the four distressed walls.

“..22..”

“Here” The redhead grinned boldly before enthusiastically taking Bakugou’s rough hands into his own. “Pretend I’m your crush. Ask me out!” He exclaimed in his usual friendly tone, obviously proud of himself for coming up with the exercise. “ DON’T BE AN IDIOT” The slightly taller male snapped his hands out of Kirishima’s grasp, fuming at the very idea of roleplaying the scenario with someone. The redhead knitted his brows at the other’s reaction and frowned as Bakugou shoved his hands back into his pockets “But..it'll be good practice! C’mon, give it one try!” Kirishima urged,clearly determined. It was such a good plan, he wasn't going to take no for an answer!

“..10,..”

Bakugou sighed, realizing that Kirishima did make a point, this could be good practice. The blonde awkwardly shifted his weight from one leg to the other before giving slight nod “Tsk, this is so stupid..” Bakugou grumbled, before clearing his throat.

“...5,..”

“Okay, just imagine I'm (y/n). How would you ask (y/n) out if they were in front of you right now?” Kirishima prompted giving a sweet smile, waiting for his friend to respond. Bakugou blushed in embarrassment but opened his mouth to give his answer when suddenly the door was pushed open “THERE’S NO ROOM, GET THE HELL OU-”“Please!” The familiar voice made Bakugou’s heart stop, it was you of all people.