#sorry for the lack of intense emotion for Mina

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Just thought Mina would be so stoked to see Japan win in the Paris Olympics Womens Breakdancing competition. :>

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A Courting Process: Chapter II

Apparently, things could get very bad.

After Kirishima’s quick explanation of the rules, the game very quickly deteriorates into a life or death level of seriousness with the vibes drifting between Bakugou and Midoriya. It doesn’t help that Denki’s aggressive flirting seems to add fuel to the fire, although your belligerent rejection seems to amuse the crowd surrounding the table.

Midoriya seems to have been blessed with good hand-eye coordination as he sinks practically every shot he throws. You, on the other hand, are having issues keeping the ball on the table. 

“Thanks for carrying my dead weight Midoriya!” You laugh at him, as your shot bounces off a cup and his drops neatly into the one next to it.

“Izuku!”

“What?”

“You can call me Izuku!” He gives you a grin emboldened by a bit of alcohol, and leans down to speak a bit quieter.

“It would be rude of me to miss since you believed we would win!”

You throw your head back and laugh at his remark as Denki scrambles after your wayward pong pong ball. Across the table, your opponents seemed to have formed a shaky alliance. Despite the language barrier, Denki’s endless chatter and shit talking seems to make up for Bakugou’s lack of words. Denki makes his shot and Midoriya takes the penalty drink as Bakugou approaches the table.  It’s hard not to watch his intense focus as he lines up his shot…just to completely miss the table. You manage to catch his ball with surprisingly quick reflexes and jump up to wave the ball successfully in the air. “HA! Free ball you sucker! You’ll all be sorry now-” You stop your tirade and clap a hand over your laughing mouth once you see Bakugou trying to reign in his emotions while glaring at you from across the table. “PFFFFT-” You can’t help the sound that comes out of you, and it only seems to piss him off even more. 

As you prepare to take your return shot, you can see Denki whisper something to Bakugou, before they’re both grinning at each other with equal fervor. Both men quickly rip off their shirts and stand at the very edge of the table, forcing themselves into your shot backdrop. You quickly avert your gaze, but not before getting an eyeful of well toned Denki, and Bakugou’s washboard abs.

“Come on babe! You’ve got a free shot to make! Can’t you hurry it up, sweetheart?” Denki calls mischievously

“Seriously?” “What babe? We just got a little warm over here, nothing wrong with that. Don’t tell me you don’t like~ it!”

You finally manage to bring your eyes down to glare at Denki, before getting trapped in Bakugou’s magnetic gaze. You gape as he brings hands behind his head and flexes at you with a sneer. JESUS CHRIST what are they feeding this man to make him so sexually charged? That look he’s giving you sends a shot of heat straight into your panties, and by the look on his face, he knows it too.

“Don’t tell me we’re distracting you, darling?!” Denki gives out a mocking gasp, bringing his hand to his cheek and giving you his best horrified look; “You vulgar woman!” 

You facepalm and shoot your partner a pleading look, but there's not much he can do about the theatrics happening on the other side of the table. He gives them a quick look of amused disbelief before moving behind you. You begin to line up your shot but are visibly shaken by Bakugou’s potent stare. It’s then when your face shifts from a scowl to surprise as you feel Midoriya slide up behind you, one hand on your hip, and the other one sliding up your arm to help you with the shot.

“Foul! That’s gotta be a foul!” Denki cries

Kirishima ponders it for a second from his spot on a lounger to the left of the table. “I’ll allow it!” He calls decisively before going back to his drink and conversation with Mina.

Denki begins to protest, but all you can focus on is Midoriya as he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Just focus on the cups ok? You don’t have to use your whole arm-” He draws in a breath before continuing, “-Just flick your wrist. I’ll do the rest. Ready?” 

You nod, and he gently guides your arm back the slightest bit before pushing it forward, and true to his word, with a slight flick of your wrist, the ball flies into the farthest cup with a ‘sploosh’. 

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You two manage to dominate the game after that round, which majorly pisses off Bakugou. Especially when Midoriya lifts you up onto one shoulder (this man is buff as hell, like what the FUCK) to take a victory lap around the table as the surrounding spectators cheer. Denki is wallowing in self pity while finishing his last cup, and you would have teased him more, but unfortunately fate had other plans. Mina and Kirishima managed to absolutely destroy your team in the winner’s match up. It was so bad that you couldn’t even look Denki in the eyes during the whole game. Once the final shot had been made (they finished the last two cups in one turn), you gave MIdoriya a remorseful smile, clinked your cup against his and you both threw back the drinks. Once you made eye contact again, you burst out laughing. At this point, the alcohol was definitely starting to have an effect on you. 

“Wanna go take a break inside? I think I could drink something other than alcohol” 

Your invite seems to surprise Midoriya, and he nods before following you close behind as you cut a path through the crowd. Once you make it into the kitchen, you grab a water bottle before hopping up to sit on the kitchen counter. It’s a bit quieter now, since most of the alcohol has migrated into other areas of the house. Midoriya leans on the table opposite of you, picking up a bottle and downing half of it. Something about the way his muscles shift holds your attention-especially with the way his shirt clings to his chest. You can’t help but stare as a bit of sweat runs down the side of his neck, following that up-oh shit, eye contact. You quickly look to the right, like you weren’t just ogling him, and take another sip from your bottle.

“You know…” He gets up only to lean on the counter right next to you, forcing himself into your line of sight, “If you think I’m attractive, you could have just said so” You splutter out a loud laugh.

“And what gave you that idea?”

“You’ve had your eyes glued to me ever since we left the beer pong table” He meets your eyes when he says this, and takes a sip from one of the cups on the counter. You can’t deny it, so you hold his gaze and look down your nose at him. 

“So?” 

“So,” He continues, “I just wanted to make it clear that being attracted to me is nothing to be embarrassed about”

“Oh really? You little-” you let out a huff, before continuing haughtily, “What happened to my sweet little beer pong partner?!”

“Your sweet little partner realized…” He leans in to speak directly into your ear, his hand moving to lean on the counter on the other side of your legs.

“...He realized that some of his attraction was reciprocated”

“.... Well, aren't you cocky?”

He laughs before moving to be directly in front of you, hands resting on the countertop on either side of your legs.

“Yeah”

“Yeah? And are you like this normally, or is the alcohol speaking now?” He chuckles, “The alcohol certainly helps. But a beautiful woman not denying her attraction to me is a much bigger confidence boost” He shoots you his sweetest smile, and that’s when it hits you. Izuku Midoriya is fucking dangerous. 

With your knees brushing his sides, and his hands loosely caging you in, you chat away, drinking and laughing. As the night goes on, he gets a little bit bolder, gently brushing your hair back when you laugh, resting another hand on your hip when he’s explaining something. He also somehow wedges himself between your legs at some point as well. Although your conversation is relatively innocent (albeit, flirty as hell) he manages to slowly sneak into this cozy position, which is exactly when the rest of the group finds you an hour or so later.

“Hey! We were looking for you guys!” Kirishima smiles bashfully.

You’re a bit embarrassed when you gently push Midoriya away so you can hop off the countertop. It’s hard not to be a little red, especially with the look Denki is giving you, wiggling his eyebrows and presumably making kissy noises.

“Well, we’ve been here the whole time. So who won your match?”

“Well,” Denki sniffs indignantly, “We would have won if I didn’t have to drag Bakugou’s dead weight around! This dude didn’t make a single cup!” He points an accusatory finger at Bakugou, as Mina and Kirishima laugh.

You are laughing too, until you get a glimpse of Bakugou’s face. He looks pissed off of course, but he also looks like he’s gonna yack all over the floor. Must be the beer hitting him all at once. You go up and put a hand on his forearm to get his attention.

“Hey, you’re not looking too good. You wanna get some air?” “...’M fine”

“Really? Because you look like shit. Anyways, I could use some air and I could use some company, so let’s go”

You give everyone a wave as you grab an extra water bottle and drag him by his wrist out the side door and onto the front lawn. You know you’re being a bit rude, but he really does look awful, and you’re sure some air and light talking will help him sober up.

[todoscript]

how he would ask you out

request: pls some headcanons of how the boys (shinsou/tamaki/shouto) would ask the girl they like out 🥺

characters: shinsou hitoshi, amajiki tamaki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff

word count: 3.3k+ total, 900-1200 per character

tags: pining, confessions, fem!reader

author’s notes: sorry if this sounds rushed?? i can’t write 

copyright 2021 todoscript, all rights reserved. i do not allow my creations to be published or translated anywhere else.

SHINSOU HITOSHI

two years after his enrollment into the hero course, shinsou had finally came to terms with the feelings he’s been holding for you for quite some time now.

what began as just friendly encounters and kind gestures felt like something more to him. after all, you were one of the key people that led him to transition smoothly into the class, with your helpful demeanor and coming to his aid whenever he was stressed and troubled by the new environment.

you went out of your way to organize study sessions and small arrangements to mingle and get to know the other students better.

you reiterated to him that if he ever had any questions about anything, he could always come to you.

initially, shinsou thought he was being a burden—that he was just heavy baggage that tied you down.

however, you assured he was anything but, and stated that you were more than happy to help him, even going to say you enjoyed spending time and getting to learn more about him.

at your response, shinsou was appalled at how genuine you were.

appalled… but also very grateful.

eventually, there came a point when he realized there was no mistaking the affection he felt for you—not when he subconsciously noted every one of your habits and intricacies, able to tell whatever emotions were running through you at a simple glance, or when he would stop to admire the way you decided to style your hair differently or changed your look, thinking you seemed even more charming that day by the confidence you exude.

no, at that point, he’s sure it was painfully obvious. so obvious, in fact, that kaminari and mina had chosen to skip today’s group study session in favor of letting the two of you have your “alone time”. whatever that could mean.

shinsou had grimaced over their excuse of “being too busy that day” when you had told him the reasoning they gave you over text, despite knowing their next exam was only a couple days away. recalling just how nosy and enthusiastic they could get when involved in these kinds of affairs, he had an inkling of what exactly those two were planning. you, on the other hand, seemed completely oblivious to their schemes.

however, what did latch onto your mind was the thought of spending the day with only shinsou, in his very room, sitting across from each other with your textbooks open in front of you. though you should be more attentive to your studies, you couldn’t help the palpitations beating loudly in your chest and your wandering eyes that snuck glances at him after every question you answered.

unbeknownst to you, shinsou mirrored your actions all the same, reciprocating the flustered behavior, albeit a bit more subtly.

keep calm, hitoshi. why are you getting all worked up? he would say to himself, putting on his usual facade.

although he came off as relatively calm and collected on the outside, it’s difficult to keep his emotions in check when actions never lie.

that was especially true as he reached his hand out for the eraser you two were sharing between each other. with his eyes continuing to gander down at his notes, he hadn’t noticed that you were lunging for the same thing—not until your fingers had suddenly touched and you both pulled away at a speed equivalent to making contact with fire.

his stare unfaltering, shinsou was surprised to discern the embarrassed look on your face that immediately fixed itself as you rummaged through your pencil pouch. a second later, you pulled out another eraser, one that was notably smaller than the one you were sharing.

“um.. i’ll just use this,” you offered, and shinsou rubbed the back of his neck, the whole situation more awkward than it needed to be considering you never had any trouble sharing your supplies with each other before.

through some examination of your demeanor, shinsou had made a… bold enough claim, thinking that maybe—just maybe—you held the same kind of affections for him as he did for you.

it’s like he recalled earlier—actions never lie—and shinsou didn’t let the quiver of your lips or the intense concentration at your work to avoid meeting his gaze go past his head. that’s what spurred him to finally act on his desires.

without warning, he leaned forward on his seat to lay his hand over yours that caught your attention. you met his eyes, astonished to say the least, but more so concerned by how your eyes widened before you were about to open your mouth to ask him what was wrong.

the violet-haired male beats you to your words, voice resonating firmly, “y/n.”

you blinked. “y-yeah..?”

“i know this might be a bit late coming from me, but,” you could feel his hand tighten atop yours, “after exams, do you want to catch a movie together? just the two of us?”

shinsou fought the urge to look away, bashful at how he made his declaration for your time. the warmth surging under his skin was alleviated at the smile that slowly curled on your lips as you rotate your wrist, your palm touching his. the expression washing over your features told him you’ve been waiting for him to ask you this for a while now.

“i’d love to.”

AMAJIKI TAMAKI

ever a shy and introverted individual, tamaki has never had the heart to ask you out despite years of harboring a crush on you.

every time the thought had crossed his mind, he’d reason poorly with himself that you wouldn’t be interested in him in that way.

it didn’t help that his low self-esteem only deepened that thought that had now rooted itself in his brain.

at such a prestigious school like u.a., you were bound to find someone far more compelling than him—someone with guts, confidence, and great social skills. not a guy like him who conjures the image of potatoes at every anxiety-inducing encounter he comes across.

he was relieved enough to settle himself comfortably as just your friend—a title that allowed him to stay close and keep within your circle, all the while subjecting him to simply admiring you from afar.

but his eyes that held a hidden longing for more weren’t overlooked by a fellow student of his. or to be precise, the ever curious and free-spirited, hadou nejire.

always aware of his surroundings, it was hard not to notice that peculiar stare she’d aim at him during moments where he might’ve just finished speaking to you, or when you’d pass by and his head would naturally drift in your direction.

it was like she was picking apart every detail laid on him and it made tamaki absolutely restless.

tamaki’s suspicions and anxiety were later raised during one instance at the lunch table. he was at his usual seat next to his other big three companions, mirio and the aforementioned nejire, who was eyeing him with a gleam in her eye.

even with his self-consciousness, tamaki did his best not to pay any mind to the undesired attention and munched on his plate of takoyaki—the octopus nestled in the batter sure to come in handy later in training that day.

to his dismay, you passed by their table with your tray of food in hand, and nejire did not waste any time calling you over in that cheery tone of hers.

she invited you to sit down with them. you gave her invitation some thought before ultimately placing yourself in the free spot next to mirio, with nejire and tamaki already seated across from you.

the girl was all smiles and hums while tamaki was in a state of distress, both at his friend’s odd behavior, which was starting to spell trouble, to having you pulled into all of this. mirio was just being mirio, welcoming as always.

you greeted everyone at the table, making eye contact with mirio and nejire, but tamaki evaded your line of sight. he simply waved his reply without breaking away from his balls of takoyaki.

luckily for him, you didn’t give his lack of words much thought and started digging into your own lunch. it was then that nejire found it appropriate to start up a conversation.

“y’know, y/n, i’ve been meaning to ask you this, from one girl to another,” she mused, finger waving around playfully, “are you interested in anyone here?”

upon hearing her question, tamaki almost choked on his bonito flakes, his cheeks puffed and eyes blown. meanwhile, your chewing slowed as you gave your answer some thought.

“uh… well–”

“i’d say fujita from class d is quite the looker! think you’d be interested in them?”

after swallowing the food in his mouth, tamaki began to subconsciously listen in on the conversation. he paid close attention to your responses with bated breath, a small part of him anticipating your answer highly.

“fujita’s nice and all, but i don’t think we’d really get along as a couple.”

tamaki mentally sighed, relief evident all over his face. it was then that mirio had started fitting the pieces together after watching his close friend’s brow wrinkle throughout the entire exchange before finally relaxing at your words. crossing his eyes with nejire’s only confirmed his suspicions as the girl sent him a wink.

as a friend, mirio wasn’t about to let nejire’s operations fall flat. getting up from his seat, he motioned tamaki to come with him.

“i heard they have extra yakisoba bread right now! we should go check it out!” he said as a guise to give the other two time to themselves, free from tamaki’s prying ears.

unaware that mirio had caught on so quickly, tamaki didn’t object to tagging along with him. mostly because he thought of this as an opportunity to get some fresh air and calm his racing heart, finally feeling the effects of the blood rushing to his face.

with tamaki supposedly out of earshot, nejire was free to go about her questions however she wanted.

“okay then, if not fujita, then who? there has to be someone, right?” the girl scooted further in her seat out of pure curiosity. “tell me, is it perhaps someone in our class?”

it was your turn to be stricken by her boldness. you tried picking at your food, stuffing it into your mouth to avoid answering, but nejire’s tenacity outmatched you.

finishing your lunch, you opened your mouth to speak, “actually, the person i’m interested in is pretty close to you…”

nejire feigned ignorance, innocently placing a finger under her chin. “who? mirio?”

“ah no, it’s tamaki, alright?!” you ended up blurting, voice hushed but frantic.

bingo. hearing exactly what she wanted, nejire returned to her original position, a triumphant grin plastered on her lips. replaying what you said out loud in your head, you buried your warm face in your hands.

unbeknownst to you, tamaki had ended up hearing the whole exchange around the corner coming back to their table as mirio lightly snickered at his revelation of an expression.

the blond patted his shoulder. “go on then, you know what to do.” he threw tamaki an encouraging thumbs-up.

the boy gulped in response before inhaling a deep breath of air to prepare himself for what would arguably be the most important yet stress-inducing moment of his life so far.

noticing you getting up to discard your tray, tamaki—through a final push from mirio—went to make his move.

hearing him suddenly call out to you, you were caught off-guard. after admitting to your crush on tamaki to nejire, you felt your cheeks get hot just seeing his face right afterward.

“oh hey, did you get your hands on those yakisoba breads?” you scraped up a way to start the conversation.

“right... that… mirio managed to get the last one in the cafeteria,” he answered. then he brought his hand to rub his elbow, fidgeting in his spot as he found it difficult to look you in the eyes again.

“tamaki? something wrong? are you upset that he got the last yakisoba bread?”

he shook his head. “no, i… it’s just… i’ve been meaning to ask you this for a long time now, but never had the courage to say it to you because i didn’t think you ever liked me that way. but…” he finally mustered the determination to face you head-on. “would you go out with me, y/n?”

at first, you were speechless—absent of words as you relayed his request in your mind over and over again. then, your eyes softened, lips easing into a smile as you reached out for his hand.

“i thought you’d never ask.”

TODOROKI SHOUTO

it’s no surprise to many that when it came to asking someone out, todoroki didn’t exactly know the first thing to do.

mostly because he’s never asked anyone out to begin with.

you were the first person he’s ever felt these kinds of emotions for, and to be frank, he wasn’t sure what to make of everything that had been going through him when that root of infatuation had started to bloom inside him.

rather than sulk or contemplate on his thoughts for too long, he surmised it was best to simply come clean and ask for advice.

but when he confessed to what had been on his mind lately, he wasn’t expecting such a vigorous response from his friends.

“i’ve been thinking about asking y/n out.”

there was a layer of uncomfortable silence amongst the group before all hell eventually broke loose.

midoriya, uraraka, and iida immediately sprung from their seats in the common room, yelling “what?!” in unison. tsuyu and her frog-like mannerisms were more idle, but still surprised nonetheless.

todoroki was unfazed by their reactions, actually expecting it to go that way considering he’s never brought up any topics of that nature before. at the very least, he’s thankful he decided to say this when it was just the five of them. compared to what the whole class’s reaction would have been like, this was incredibly tame.

todoroki was used to always listening to what others had to say and never being the subject of the conversation when it came to dating.

but now things were different. he was openly admitting to them that he was regarding someone romantically. that he possibly sought a relationship with this someone—wanting to be committed to them and become the very best person he could be right next to them. to the four, this was coming completely out of left field.

after everyone simmered down and let the news sink in, the dual-haired boy resumed his thought,

“but i’m not sure how to do it.”

though the entirety of the group never had any experiences when it came to dating, they knew enough from media and pop culture to get an idea on how to help him. more than todoroki could imagine on his own anyway.

“i know! how about we go with the romantic and suave approach!” uraraka suggested. the rest asked her to elaborate.

“it’s simple! it starts by you leaving a note on her desk right before class, saying to meet you on the rooftop of the school! before the designated time, you should wait there for her with a bouquet of flowers, and then when she arrives, confess your feelings and ask her out!”

midoriya rubbed a finger against his cheek, skeptical. “i don’t think that sounds as simple as you’re making it out to be.”

tsuyu chimed in beside him. “those kinds of ideas usually only work well in books, ochako.”

pursing her lips, uraraka gave her plan a once-over, and realized it did seem a bit more involved and out of character than what todoroki was used to.

despite sharing a few more ideas with one another, they couldn’t narrow it down to any perfect one.

that was when iida clapped his hand, bringing everyone’s attention to him.

“alright, i think we’re starting to blow this whole ‘operation’ way out of proportion,” he said.

“if you’re honest about the way you feel about her and show it sincerely, i’m sure she’ll consider your feelings. you don’t have to do anything extravagant when it comes to asking someone out.”

listening throughout every word, todoroki nodded. meanwhile the other three were astonished that their class representative could be so whimsical when it came to romance, which in turn, iida was conflicted by. however, at the very least he was glad they could help out a friend. and so, todoroki went about his day with their discussion in mind.

he found that in many occurrences, whenever he crossed by you and thought of it as a chance to ask you out, there would always be someone to come in and take your time away. leaving him to stand there awkwardly before dismissing the fated question for later.

eventually, the sky dimmed and evening arrived, and by then, the whole class was already back at their dormitory and about to have dinner.

through some rather convenient circumstances, you two were actually assigned on kitchen duty that night.

“it’s been getting pretty cold lately so i was thinking we should cook up a hot pot for everyone.” you gave your idea to him as you pulled out some ingredients from the fridge, waiting for his reply, but it came a few seconds later than you were expecting.

“right. sounds like a good idea,” todoroki answered a tad late. upon realizing it was only going to be the two of you making dinner tonight, his mind was occupied by what he and his friends spoke about earlier.

that was when he started overthinking the situation and absentmindedly half-assed his work.

“todoroki, the cut on the tofu is slightly uneven.” you reviewed his cutting board. looking down, he saw the inconsistent slices of tofu limp in front of him. if bakugou were the executive chef for the evening, he would’ve had to hear an earful from him.

“sorry…” he apologized quietly, reaching out for another cube of tofu to cut.

“is everything okay? i know you’re still learning how to cook, but i’ve seen you show some significant improvement on your knife skills recently.” you voiced your concern for him.

the white and red-haired boy stared at the white bean curd while hearing your worried tone and couldn’t find it within himself to continue the task. it was now or never he thought. he laid the knife flat on the cutting board.

“actually, i wanted to ask you something.” he turned toward you. “do you… want to go out with me?”

nothing but the sound of the fire running on the stove could be heard in the kitchen. todoroki didn’t move his eyes away from you, watching you nearly drop the plate of siu choy and shiitake mushrooms out of shock as your mouth was hanging open.

when you caught onto your bearings, you let out a small laugh. “oh… i… wasn’t expecting that,” you admitted honestly, placing the ingredients on the counter safely.

the boy furrowed his brows. “is that a no?”

“n-no! i mean that isn’t my answer! i–” you fumbled with your words, cheeks warming up now that his confession had finally sunk in. in the meantime, todoroki found your reaction quite amusing. the corner of his lip quirked into a grin.

“what i mean to say is that yes, i’d love to go out with you.” you accepted the offer wholeheartedly. todoroki would be lying if his heart wasn’t throbbing from anticipation. he’s glad he’s able to rest and put that aside.

“now let’s continue making this hot pot together!” you cheered, smiling widely and he found comfort in your words before resuming slicing the tofu.

[tamakissimp]

senario- selfhate comfort

request: @uhhh-i-like-yaoi​ : Hihiiiii! I loved your last comfort post! Could I have the same bois comforting a female reader who is crying because she doesn’t feel pretty? Tysm!

a/n: ahhh yes. I love writing comfort pieces. I added in some other boys because I ✨felt like it✨

warnings: body issues, insecurity, lack of self confidence

BAKUGOU:

wordcount: 544

The image in the mirror is almost mocking you. The way your own body seems to taunt your mind and pull you into its darkest corners is scary. Scratch that, it's terrifying. You know that the healthy thing to do is to look away. But you can't. Your eyes are fixated on all your flaws. You're so busy with pulling yourself apart from that you don't notice the tears starting to roll down your cheeks.

People often talked about how Bakugou was out of your league. You knew that being with someone as handsome as him you quickly learn that, and most of the times their harmful words don't phase you. But maybe you are a little bit more tired today. Maybe you're feeling a bit more down. You don't know what it is, but those mean words seem to get past your defence and straight into your heart today.

You clasp your hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle the sound of your crying. Even now, with shaking shoulder and blurry vision, all you can think about is how ugly you like while crying. "Idiot!".

Normally you would whisp your head around at the gruff voice but not today. "Are you there?" Bakugou asks. A set of knocks on your door follows. Normally you would welcome him with open arms but not today. What if he saw you like this? He would think you're weak. Weak. Pathetic. Ugly. Awful. Disgusting.

Another sob wrecks through your body. Bakugou's body stiffens at the sound. His blood runs cold. Without a second thought, he rips the door open. The sight of you, standing in front of the mirror while sobbing makes his heart ache. "Teddybear?". His voice is softer.

You hold your arms open for him. He takes the note and walks over to you before pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. He pets your hair as you sobs seem to get worst. Bakugou mumbles sweet nothings in your ear. All you can do is cling onto him. "What's going on, teddy bear?" he asks.

it takes you a moment before you can reply. Every time you open your mouth to speak another sob wrecks through your body. "I'm ugly," you finally manage to speak. You can feel Bakugou shake his head against your shoulder.

"I-I'm ugly and disgusting and you shouldn't b-be with me," you say. You expect Bakugou to agree with you. You expect him to pull away from you, laugh at you before walking out of your room. But he doesn't.

His arms stay wrapped around you, his grip becoming even tighter as he nuzzles into your neck. "No," he says. You want to disagree but he beats you to speak. "You're pretty. Gorgeous even. And I don't say that to everyone, idiot. You're too good for me.".

"I'll show you," Bakugou says. "I'll show you how pretty you are. I'll teach you how to love yourself....Idiot.". You smile softly. His heart does summersaults as he feels you smile against his shoulder. You nod.

"Okay," you mumble. "Okay. T-teach me how to l-love myself.".

SHOTO:

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You hate yourself for feeling so down. You hate yourself for not being able to be there for Shouto. You know he needs you. He has more reasons to be self-conscious. Though his face looks like it's sculpted by the gods, the scar that taints his skin is one of his most prominent features.

"Are you alright?" Shouto's calm voice asks. You nod your head. Wrong. You feel bad for lying to him but you don't want to burden him with your problems. Shouto nods. On the outside, he looks fine but he is beating himself up mentally.

He has noticed your distance and he can only fear for the worse. Maybe his biggest fear is becoming reality. That you're planning on breaking up with him, that you're done with dealing with someone as broken as him.

All Shouto does is wrap his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him as you both lay in his bed. You stiffen under his touch. The feeling of his hands running up and down your skin only makes you more self-conscious. Shouto's brows furrow at your action.

"Spit it out," he says. You don't know what it is about his voice, but all of a sudden your eyes fill up with tears. Shouto remains silent until he feels something wet hitting his shirt. He looks down at you only to find you silently crying. He immediately pulls you tighter against him.

"I'm sorry,” you say in between silent sobs. "Fuck, I'm sorry.". Shouto shakes his head as he sits up a bit straighter. He rocks the two of you slightly in an attempt to comfort you.

He's still socially awkward but you're teaching him how to deal with emotions, which includes how to comfort someone. He uses your tips as he searches his mind for anything he did that might upset you. He rubs his hands up and down your back, strokes your hair while sushing you softly.

"Do you...want to break up with me?". His voice cracks at the end of the sentences. He can't imagine a world without but he would rather break up than be in an unhappy relationship. Relief washes through him as you shake your head.  

"No, never," you say. You stay silent for a moment. It's best to just rip the bandaid off quickly. "I'm ugly.". The moment the words leave your lips, violent sobs wreck through your body. Shouto stays quiet which you take as he agrees with you.

You pry yourself out of his arms and beeline towards the door. Shouto stops you, though. His hand wraps around your wrist before he spins you around, pulling you into his chest. You fight against him but to no avail.

"Never, ever, say that again," he says. His voice isn't cold like it normally is. "You're beautiful. Inside and out. I know you won't believe me but please do.". All you do is nod against his chest as you run a hand through his two coloured hair. "Please believe me,".

TOKOYAMI:

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You and Fumikage often talk about your insecurities. Being with someone who's quirk affects their body as much as Fumikage's quirk does, conversations like that start easily. Normally, the two of you will lay on his bed, limbs intertwined while venting out your feelings. So this time is no exception.

Dark shadow lays on the feet end of the bed, his cold fingers running up and down your calves while Fumikage's warm arms encircle your body. Your fingers run over his feathers. You have no clue what he does to them but they always feel like satin between your fingers. "I'm ugly," you blurt out.

The comforting circles Fumikage was once rubbing on your skin now stop. Dark shadows grip on your calves tightens a little. Sure, these sort of thoughts aren't weird to be shared but that didn't make them any easier to hear. "How come?". 

You shrug. You push your face even further against his chest prompting him to resume rubbing your skin. "Look at my face. Look at my body. I'm ugly," you say. It hurts Fumikage how easily you say those words.

In his eyes, you're an angel. Everything you do is a gift from the gods. Yet you have no problem with tearing yourself down. Though he can't judge since he has the same habits. "You are not," he says. You take a deep breath while waiting for him to continue.

"You're beautiful," Fumikage says. "While my words might not affect you now, I do hope that you can one day see yourself through my eyes. I hope that you will see how beautiful you are, my love.". A soft smile spreads against your lips. 

Dark shadow removes its hands from your calf and nuzzles his cheek against it instead. "You talk like an old man.". Even though your tone is happy, Fumikage can sense the sadness laced through it. 

"You love how I talk," he says. You nod. You lean up and press a hast kiss against his beak. Behind his feathers, a blush warms his cheeks. 

"Thank you," you say. "I hope one day you see how handsome you are too, birdman.".

KIRISHIMA:

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Normally, you didn't feel like this. Being in a relationship with Kirishima meant that he became your personal hypeman. He took any opportunity he got to compliment you and boost your confidence. Lately, however, the UA has been dishing out heaps of homework and training got more intense. This left little time for you two to spend together. You didn't mind, of course not. You support Kirishima's dream of becoming a hero and you knew it would be like this eventually. You just haven't gotten used to it.

For the umpteenth time this week, you find yourself standing in front of your mirror. A rational person would walk away from the mirror. You aren't a rational person though. Instead, you try on every piece of clothing you own that is even remotely tight fitting. Seeing how the fabric clings to your body, extenuating every lump, dent and curve.

You sigh as you run your hands over your body. Feeling your thighs, arms, stomach. All disgust you to a degree you didn't know was possible. A voice in the back of your head is screaming all your imperfections at you. Your face isn't symmetrical enough. Your stomach isn't flat enough. Your collarbones aren't prominent enough. Everything is wrong.

Tears well up in your eyes as you keep hyper-focusing on every flaw. You want to stop, god you do. To smash the mirror to pieces and spit on it. But you can't. Instead, you can only think about Kirishima's friends.

They're kind, sweet, helpful, hero's in training. The only thing bad about them is how perfect you are. It's hard to not compare yourself to them when they're all models. Momo has legs for days, Bakugou has muscles that you could never have, Iida is as smart as they come, Mina can make every outfit look good, Denki has enough charisma for ten people.

Sobs slowly wreck trough your body. You clasp a hand over your mouth. You stare at your own face in the mirror. Red eyes, wobbling chin, swollen cheeks. Even your crying has flaws.

"Pebble," you hear a voice behind your call. Your blood runs cold as you wipe around. You were too busy with pulling yourself apart that you didn't notice Kirishima entering your room. His eyes are drooping and his smile slowly falling. he holds a small bag in his hand. You can see the feet of a teddy bear and your favourite snacks sticking out of it. A surprise date, how sweet.

You shake your head as you make grabby hands towards him. Kirishima drops the bag and runs over to you, pulling you tightly against him. Your sobs grow tenfold now that you're in his arms. He pushes you as he softly pats your hair. "Let it all out, baby," he whispers.

His strong arms envelop you like a blanket. His cinnamony scent brings you comfort. You always thought he smelt like chai tea. After you told him that, he started drinking chai more. You smile at the memory. Your smile drops, however, once you feel his hands travelling over your body.

"Please talk to me," he says. "What's going on?". Kirishima's heart is breaking. Seeing you in this state makes him rack through his mind to find anything he could have done wrong.

"I'm ugly," you croak out before another sob wrecks through you. He stiffens. He curses at himself for not noticing your insecurities sooner. Normally, he was there to brighten your mood and build your confidence up. Normally. But he hasn't seen you as much as normally.

You push yourself further into his chest, hoping to disappear. "I'm ugly, and- and I'm gross," you say. "And I don't k-know why you're with me. B-Because you're handsome a-and kind and sweet and I-I'm none of that. You s-should just break-".

"No," he says sternly. He doesn't let you finish that sentence. He doesn't want you to. "No, I won't. Don't ever think I will.". Kirishima pulls you off him slightly so that he can look into your eyes. He cups your cheeks while brushing away your tears with his thumbs.

You sniffle but melt into his touch. "You aren't ugly, okay? Say it for me. Come on, say it," he urges you. You nod.

"I'm not-I'm not ugly," you say softly. He nods before puling your to him again and places a kiss on your crone. "I'm not ugly," you say again before silent sobs shake your shoulders.

"I'm just going to have to show you, yeah, pebble?" Kirishima says. You nod against him. Your hand travels up and laces through his hair. Even now, when you're crying your eyes out, you're still trying to comfort him. "I'll show you.".

TAMAKI:

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Tamaki is invisible. It's something he learned to do over the years and now he can't stop doing it. Hiding in the shadows, his presence unknown to people. People tend to look over him and that's the way he likes it. Being in the big three, however, makes him seen. It makes him stand out like a sore thumb and his shyness draws ever more attention towards him.

Due to this, your relationship has become quite known around the school. And with that people tend to talk about you, gossip about you. You tuned it out most of the time. But when people gossip about you, it's hard not to listen to it.

"I mean, yeah, Tamaki is a total cutie," you hear some girl say. You don't even bother looking at her. You just try extra hard to focus on the homework your working on.

"Right?" her friend chimes in. "I don't know why he's with Y/n. Probably out of pitty. He's sweet like that.".

No. Don't listen to them. Tamaki loves you, you know that. He tells you that every day. He might not be physically affectionate but-

"I don't know. Y/n is just kind of...ugly?". Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Goddammit. Fucking fuck. "I didn't think they would ever be with someone.".

With that, you stand up. You don't even bother taking your stuff along with you. You doubt that anyone would be interested in stealing your homework or stationary. You can't even look at the gossiping students as you walk past them. Just get to your dorm, that's the plan. If you walk fast you can be there on less than three minutes.

You keep your gaze down as you fight back the tears. You can't cry in the hallways. That weird and ugly. "Bunny?". You lookup. Tamaki is standing at the end of the hallway, next to Mirio. He waves shyly at you. His goofy smile drops as he sees your pained expression. You strud over to him.

Are you breaking up with him? Did he do something wrong? Did you finally realize how much of a useless ball of shyness he is? His thoughts are running wild and worse case scenarios are popping up in his head.

His mind stops when your arms wrap around him. You two never hug in public. It's too scary for Tamaki, too stressful. But now that he feels your shoulders shake and your breath hitch all he can do is pull yours against him. Your hand travels up and plays with his hair while his arms wrap tightly around your middle.

"Am I ugly?" you ask, breaking the silence. Tamaki shakes his head against you, his hair tickling your neck. "’Cuz it feels like it.". His heartbreaks. You're always there to comfort him, to help him when he's on the brink of a panic attack. Now he has to be there for you.

"No, b-bunny," he says softly. His voice soothes you in a way you didn't imagine it would. "You're so p-pretty.". His words are few but you don't care. You know it's already bold that you come to him like this in public. Normally, you would only cling onto him in the comfort of his own dorm.

While he says little, he does comfort you. His touch ground you. The way his strong arms encircle you and warm you up. You press your nose into his neck. His hair feels silky smooth between your fingers. "I'm not," you say.

You feel awful for dropping your feelings onto him like this but you don't know what else to do. Tamaki is the person you go to for comfort, for love. "Who m-made you feel l-like this?" he asks.

You just shake your head as another sob wrecks to you. You muffle the sound by pressing into him. To bystanders, it just looks like a longlasting hug and not like your crying your eyes out.

Tamaki already knows the answer. He would be lying to say that he didn't hear the rumours as well. He hates it. Not just the attention but the bad things being said about you. That you're only with him because he's in the big three. That you aren't pretty enough for him, strong enough for him. He hears them all.

"W-wanna go... to...um..y-your room?" Tamaki asks. You nod. He places a kiss onto your forehead. Your heart warms up at the bold move. You swift so that one of his arms is now swung over your shoulder while the other is holding your hand. You hum softly at the comforting touch. "I-I think that...you're pretty," Tamaki says.

SHINSO:

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While Shinso tends to be grumpy to others, he never is to you. He treats you with an unknown kindness. He touches you like your made of glass. And you do the same with him. You lean into his touch. You aren't afraid to answer his questions and you never saw him as a villain.

Due to your close bond, you two share your insecurities. It's normal for one of you to barge into the others dorm and just rant out their feelings. Which is how you find yourself here, walking through the halls with pathetic desperation. You don't even bother knocking once you reach Shinso's room. You just rip the door open.

Shinso can immediately tell that you're feeling down. Maybe it's the way your drag your feet more. Maybe it's the way you don't give him a 'hey nice to see you again' kiss. Or maybe it's the fat tears dripping down your cheeks. "I'm gonna talk," you say.

Shinso just nods. He pushes his chair away from his desk. You get the hint and walk over to him, plopping into his lap. His fingers immediately start rubbing circles on your arms.

"I'm ugly," you say. Shinso's heart stops for a second. This was going to be painful for him to hear. "I'm ugly and disgusting. And I-I'm sick of pretending I'm not. Y-You always say I'm p-pretty but I know y-you're lying. I'm not. And-And that's okay.".

You drop your head to let it rest against Shino's shoulder. He just shakes his head. He waits a minute for you to speak again and when you don't he does.

"You aren't ugly, kitty cat," Shinso says. You smile at the pet name. "You're as pretty as they come. Fuck everyone who tells you you're not. Fuck. Them.".

"You're out of my league," you say. Shinso shakes his head. One of his hands moves up to pet your head softly.

"Bullshit. I'm a fucking piece of shit villi-" he says. You lay a finger of his mouth to stop the word from being said. You lift your head and look at him. Even though your crying and your vision is blurry, you cup his face.

You shake your head. "Don't," you say. "Don't so that.". Shinso leans into your touch. It's selfish to treasure your touch in a situation like this but he can't help himself.

"Then you can't say that you're ugly," he says. You close your eyes before leaning your forehead against his. He feels you nod against him. A soft smile spreads over his normally stoic lips.

"Deal," you whisper out.

[handsoffmyfriends]

Breaking Expectations

— when you transfer into the hero course for your second year, you have a lot of expectations regarding your soon-to-be classmates. of all the people to not meet your expectations, bakugou katsuki ranks number one, but you find that you aren’t disappointed in the slightest

PARING: bakugou katsuki x reader WORD COUNT: 1,852 WARNINGS: bakugou swears like the bakuhoe he is

A/N: my first one shot 🥺🥺 i really wanted to write something cute and fluffy and angst free for once, i hope i did okay!! warming myself up for opening up requests !

Part 2

You weren’t sure what you expected when you transferred into the hero course, but somehow befriending the hot-headed Bakugou Katsuki hadn’t even been within the realm of possibilities. You respected his undeniable power, but his personality left much to be desired. You, like the rest of the school outside of the hero course, believed he was nothing more than a feral child with a superiority complex. All you had ever heard about him was how angry he was and how poorly he treated everyone around him. Hell, the guy called his best friend “shitty hair” for crying out loud. It left you feeling not as excited as you should have been when you found out you were transferring into Class 2-A.

Your first interaction with the angry boy left you wondering just how much of the rumours you’d heard had been just that; rumours. You thought for sure he was going to yell at you when you’d been thrown into him during hero training, but he’d simply helped you steady your footing and told you to be more careful. His tone always held a note of anger, you’d found, but the way he helped you and proceeded to back you up during the exercise left you feeling like you’d completely misjudged him. 

You couldn’t shake the guilt at how poorly you’d originally viewed him, so you approached him later that day in the dorms. Thankfully, he was by himself, sitting on the sofa scrolling through his social media. You weren’t sure how you’d have spoken to him if other people were around. 

Still, you weren’t sure how to start the conversation. He very clearly didn’t want to be disturbed, but he was out in the communal living space, so surely he expected to be disturbed? You stood there like an idiot for several long seconds, agonising over how to begin, but once again, he surprised you. 

“Don’t stand there all day,” he growled out, flicking his crimson eyes up at you. “Couches are free real estate. Don’t need my permission to sit your ass down.” He returned his attention back to his phone.

You stiffened slightly at his bluntness. Again, you hadn’t known what to expect, but that certainly wasn’t it. “Ah, that’s not what I came over here for.” 

He looked back up at you, this time putting his phone aside and giving you his entire attention. “If it’s about before, don’t worry about it. Everyone does dumb shit during the exercises. Dunce Face does something stupid every fucking time.” 

You frowned in confusion before realising he meant Kaminari. You shook your head, finding your voice. “Ah, it’s not quite that either, though I am very sorry about getting in your way. It was a lot more intense than I thought it was going to be.” 

Bakugou shrugged with indifference. “You did alright to me. Better than that grape fucker we had last year.” 

You dug through your brain to figure out who he could have possibly meant before noticing you were getting distracted. “It’s— I mean... I came over to apologise to you! For misjudging you!” You blurted your thoughts out before they got lost on the way to your mouth. It came out a lot less eloquently than you intended. At his furrowed eyebrows, you tried to save face and explain yourself. “I just... I needed to apologise. You aren’t at all how I thought you would be.”

His expression darkened. “Let me guess, you thought I’d be some kind of villain in the making? Some asshole that would stomp you into the ground without a second thought?”

You didn’t respond, but it was answer enough for him. 

He sighed deeply, releasing his frustrations. “Look, that shit was probably true a year ago. I get why you’d think that.” He pulled his phone back out, returning his attention back to it. “People change, believe it or not. But, thanks... for being upfront, I guess.”

You weren’t sure how you felt about the conclusion to the conversation, but it was clear he didn’t want to talk about it anymore. You didn’t feel right just walking away after that either, so you took a seat on the couch, a comfortable distance away from him, and pulled out your own phone to browse your social media. 

You looked back up at him sharply when you noticed the new friend request notification pop up. The Bakugou Katsuki had just sent you a friend request. He seemed entirely unaware of you staring at him in disbelief, despite having just sent you the request. He continued to scroll through his phone, very pointedly not looking up at you. 

You decided not to make a big deal out of it, since he wasn’t either. 

-- 

Bakugou continued to surprise you as the weeks and months went by. Sure, he was as angry as you had been led to believe, but it wasn’t a personal anger that you had assumed. He was just a shouty kind of guy. He called all his friends insulting nicknames, but they were said with a strange kind of fondness, like insults were the only way he could allow himself to show affection. He even had one for you, and if anyone else had called you that, you would have been really offended. Coming from Bakugou, it was strangely nice. 

You found yourself hanging out with him more and more. Not through any intentional planning, but the two of you just ended up in the same places at the same times. He was almost always accompanied by Kirishima, who was always overly happy to see you, almost like he was making up for Bakugou’s lack of enthusiasm. You didn’t mind the extra company, though you found you liked your alone time with Bakugou even more. 

Sometimes, it was just studying together. Sometimes, you both didn’t say a word, simply enjoying each other’s company. When you did talk, it was comfortable. Bakugou wasn’t a big talker, but you could tell he really trusted you when he did talk to you about more serious topics than the weather. You treasured those moments. 

--

“Hey, Y/N! We’ve been looking for you!” Kirishima called out, pulling you from your book.

“Oh, Kirishima, Bakugou,” you greeted pleasantly, giving up on studying. You probably shouldn’t be studying in the communal area anyway. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

Kirishima grinned impossibly wide, showing off his famously sharp teeth. “Bakubro here wanted you to join us for squad movie night.” 

Without hesitation, Bakugou threw a punch at Kirishima, right in the face. The red-head had apparently been expecting it, since he’d hardened up instantly and was left entirely unaffected by the slug. “Shut the hell up, shitty hair, you make it sound so fucking creepy!” 

You laughed at their bickering, finding it endearing. How you had ever thought Bakugou was an asshole to his friends was beyond you. The words themselves were harsh, but the emotions behind them spelled out an entirely different meaning. He was embarrassed.

You decided it was too good an opportunity to pass up. “Squad movie night, huh? I didn’t know I was part of a squad.”

Kirishima threw an arm around Bakugou. “I’ll add you to the group chat! But, you gotta come for movie night first! It’s like, initiation.” 

You giggled. “Alright, alright. I need a break anyway.” 

-- 

That’s how you found yourself curled up on the couch, pressed up against the arm of the three seater. It seemed squad movie night was an accepted practise in the dorm, since no one other than Bakugou’s friends were present despite being hosted in the communal area. 

Mina had picked the movie, which was surprisingly an action packed thriller, not a rom-com that you’d have expected from her. It suited you just fine, since you weren’t exactly in the mood for a rom-com. 

You’d sat down first, since you weren’t sure who did what when it came to movie time. Kaminari handed around little bowls full of snacks for everyone, while Sero and Kirishima pulled out a plethora of comforters, blankets and pillows, passing them around to everyone. You suspected they were from everyone’s rooms and you suddenly felt lacking since you hadn’t brought your own. This certainly wasn’t what you’d expected to come along to. 

You continued to be surprised when Bakugou took a seat next to you and threw his comforter over you. “Bring your own next time,” he growled at you, adding on your insulting nickname. 

You figured Kirishima would sit next to Bakugou, but he just sat down on the other couch with Sero. Mina had created a nest on the floor, pillows and blankets piled into an impossibly comfortable mound of plush. She practically disappeared into it when she laid down in it. 

You found it hard to concentrate on the movie with Bakugou so close to you. You were surrounded  by his smell, burnt sugar and smoke, a combination that you would have thought to be repulsive. Instead, it wrapped you up and made you feel nice and warm. Although, that probably had to do with the fact that Bakugou was so close to you that you could feel his body heat. The sudden realisation had you barely able to breathe.

Why did you suddenly feel so weird? No one else made you feel like your heart was in your throat, so why did Bakugou? 

You think your heart completely stopped when Bakugou very casually threw an arm behind you. Well, behind the couch was more accurate, but it was still behind you and when your heart came back online, it was working double time. 

“Fuckin’ relax,” he murmured, eyes never leaving the screen. When you didn’t relax quick enough for his liking, he turned his crimson gaze onto you, those red eyes boring in your own. “I can move if you’re that fuckin’ uncomfortable.” He probably meant to come off blasé, but you could hear the underlying hurt in his voice.

You shook your head very quickly when you realised he wasn’t just being casual about getting comfortable, but making a silent move to get closer to you. You didn’t speak, not trusting yourself to talk. You’d probably say something really stupid and really loudly. Instead, you forced yourself to relax, shifting around a little to get more comfortable. Bakugou hummed in satisfaction.

You weren’t sure when you were snuggled into Bakugou’s side instead of the arm of the couch, and you weren’t sure when he pulled his arm from behind the couch to be wrapped around you, but you found that you were way too comfortable to care. 

You felt so warm and safe that you didn’t even notice that you were dozing off until you were being gently woken up. The room was dark, the movie very clearly over, and the rest of the squad were long gone. Bakugou gently jostled you awake, a strangely soft expression adorning his features. You’d never seen it before, but you decided then and there, in your sleepy stupor, that you wanted to see it as much as you could.

[jackcinephile]

LO Fans: "I love Lore Olympus because it deals with serious themes, like sexual assault, abuse, gaslighting, trauma, and mental health issues!"

Me, who spent my life discovering and obsessing over masterpieces like this:

"You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that to impress me."

Yeah, I never understood that kind of praise. For one thing, people act like LO is groundbreaking for that reason, despite there being countless movies, books, tv shows, comics, and video games that also deal with the same themes. That isn't to say there can't be more stories like this, however. I, for one, am begging for another video game that comes close to the emotional resonance of Silent Hill 2, or for a faithful adaptation of Dracula and/or Phantom of the Opera, or for a horror movie as unsettling as The Howling! But to say any new story that deals with these themes is unique for doing so, is just simply not true. Lore Olympus is no more unique than any of these stories. Also, I don't understand the praise that Lore Olympus is great just by virtue of having these themes in the first place. Just because a story has serious themes, doesn't automatically make it good. Far too often does LO use its themes as a crutch for a plot that is standard issue among romances, as opposed to stories like The Howling, which has a very intriguing, outlandish plot that serves as a catalyst to explore themes of very real and relatable horror. Lore Olympus, without its intense themes, is just another story about the CEO falling in love with his intern. And don't get me wrong, I LOVE those kinds of stories, but Lore Olympus just doesn't really do it for me. And the poorly executed themes just hamper it even further for me.

If it wasn't already apparent, has anyone noticed a pattern between these titles? All but one are horror stories. In my opinion, that is one of the key differences between them and LO: Horror! The themes within, are ones that illicit terror, and the stories reflect that (even Phantom of the Opera--don't listen to anyone who says it's a romance). Starting with Dracula, one of the scenes that horrified me the most in the book was the one where Count Dracula sneaks into Mina's bedroom. The book describes him slitting open his own vein and forcing her to drink his blood. Mina then expresses feelings of violation, much akin to what rape survivors feel. It doesn't pull any punches in its shocking, horrific portrayal, but it never comes off as exploitative. That's because the best horror stories rely on the audience's empathy. In this case, nobody wants to feel violated, so we feel as horrified as the characters do when we read about this grotesque event. And because it is about illiciting fear through empathy, Dracula succeeds where Lore Olympus fails. Lore Olympus, before all else, is a romance. And rape should not be in a romantic story. Especially not when the narrative of LO uses this trauma to validate the relationship between the two leads. I'm not a fan of stories that use trauma to validate a relationship between romantic interests, and I think that partly stems from reading the Phantom of the Opera.

If you ask me, Phantom of the Opera is one if the best books to discuss abuse and gaslighting ever written! Despite misconceptions generated by the popularity of the musical, PotO is very much a horror story with hardly any romance at all. And it's one of the best examples about why using trauma to validate a romance is a very bad idea! You see, all the conflict of the story begins with The Phantom and his trauma. He was born with multiple physical deformities that cause him to look like a living corpse. Because of this, he is despised and rejected by the world in order to escape the hatred of the world, he commissions the construction of the Paris Opera House, complete with intricate catacombs where he can live out the rest of his miserable days. Then one day, a woman named Christine comes to work at the Opera as a chorus girl. She is sad and alone due to her being orphaned, without a friend in the world. She too is emotionally damaged and the Phantom thinks this means she'll understand him. The trouble begins instantly when he claims to be a character from a folktale that Christine's father used to tell her. This is when the manipulation and gaslighting begins. Part of what makes this so effective is how we see it from an outside perspective. The protagonist, Raoul, is in love with Christine and we get to see his confusion and growing concern when he starts realizing Christine is showing signs of an abusive relationship. What makes the relationship even worse is the fact that Christine actually does understand The Phantom. So she doesn't run away not only out of fear, but also compassion. She knows what it's like to feel isolated and dead to the world and The Phantom uses that against her. The more I describe this, the more parallels I begin to see to Hades' and Minthe's relationship. Yes, Minthe abused Hades in much of the same way as The Phantom abused Christine. Notice how Minthe keeps convincing Hades that they're the only people who understand each other, even going so far as to say, "We're the same." The funny thing is, that's exactly what the narrative uses to validate Hades' and Persephone's relationship! It tries to establish that Hades and Persephone relate to each other and they say, several times, "We're the same," to each other. But this is exactly how Hades got stuck in a toxic relationship with Minthe, so why is it suddenly okay now? Relationships that use shared trauma to validate themselves are almost always doomed to become toxic, in one way or another.

So what about the healthy relationship in Phantom of the Opera? Well, it's kinda interesting actually. You see, Christine eventually comes to realize that she needs help, so she turns to the protagonist, Raoul, to get her away from the Phantom. Raoul has an interesting character arc because he starts the novel being pretty immature and kinda selfish. He doesn't really take Christine's feelings into consideration. It's more like a boy chasing his childhood crush (actually that's exactly what happens). However, over the course of the story, as he becomes increasingly concerned with her well-being, he learns to care more about her feelings and her needs. This culminates in the climax, when he's willing to crawl through hell itself for her sake. I bring all this up because I wanted to compare Raoul with Hades as well. Hades is a very consistent character. He doesn't need an arc like Raoul because, from the very beginning, he's willing to put all of Persephone's needs before his, to a fault! That is his entire purpose within the narrative of LO. He exists to serve Persephone. Raoul didn't exist to serve Christine. He had his own journey of growing and maturing. And Christine didn't exist to serve Raoul either. It bothers me that a novel from 1910 has a more well-rounded relationship than a modern comic! Actually, now that I think about it, isn't Persephone's entire character arc supposed to be her learning that she shouldn't exist to serve others? Well, that totally contradicts Hades' role in the story, doesn't it? He exists to serve her! I guess, in the eyes of LO, it's only okay if men serve women, but not for women to serve men. Newsflash: neither is okay.

Now Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1931) remains, to this day, one of the most terrifying movies I've ever seen! That's all thanks to its brutal depictions of domestic abuse. So Dr. Henry Jekyll believes the solution to enlightening the human race is to separate the good and evil in our souls. He solves this problem by creating a drug to do just that, which transforms him into Edward Hyde, but he becomes addicted and starts terrorizing a woman who was once a former patient of his. I think what makes this so effective, when compared to LO, is one simple factor: Fear. I am terrified of Edward Hyde, but whenever Apollo shows up, I'm just annoyed. That's because Hyde isn't being used to sell an agenda, while Apoll is. Apollo is all about making a statement about toxic masculinity, which always bothered me from the very beginning! Being an abusive cunt who rapes women has nothing to do with masculinity! It doesn't matter if you're masculine or feminine, anyone can be a cunting abusive rapist. If you are a rapist, it's because you're a monster who lacks empathy, not because of masculinity. And if you think masculinity has something to do with a lack of empathy, fuck off! Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is not about toxic masculinity. It's about how drug addiction can often hurt other people around us just as much, if not moreso, than ourselves. It also doesn't use rape to validate a relationship between characters. I'm sorry, but that is just the laziest storytelling technique. When the antagonist is a rapist OF COURSE the male love interest is going to look better by comparison! But when you take Apollo out of the equation, Hades stops looking like a desirable love interest real fucking quick.

So yeah, I think Hades makes for a bad love interest. That's mostly because he's so much like Shinji Ikari from Neon Genesis Evangelion. Yeah, the one title from the list above that's not a horror, but is no less relevant. The thing is, both Hades and Shinji have a lot in common, such as hating themselves, having a bad relationship with their father, and not caring at all about their own wants and needs. Oh, also Asuka's a better written character than Minthe, but that's a whole other topic. What makes Evangelion work, in my opinion, is that Shinji's whole journey is about learning to love himself, while Hades is portrayed as being perfect the way he is. Hades in LO is like a flawless beacon of virtue, solely because he worships the ground Persephone walks on. But the guy just doesn't care about himself at all! Like I said earlier, Hades guilty of the same self-destructive behaviors as Persephone but he's praised for it, while Persephone is encouraged to look after herself more often. Compare this to Shinji, whose life only gets worse the more he neglects himself. The only time Hades does something beneficial for himself is when he breaks up with Minthe, but immediately after that, he starts devoting every ounce of energy to Persephone! All that matters is her! He doesn't give a single fuck about himself. Sorry, but that's not good qualities in a male love interest. In all fairness, this is a problem with the romance genre as a whole. Most romances give priority to the protagonist (in this case Persephone) while neglecting the love interest (Hades). It's why I have a serious problem with the entire genre.

Now what could Silent Hill 2 have that is in any way relevant to Lore Olympus? Two words: Nightmare Fuel. Personifying trauma as literal demons is one of the smartest ideas anyone's ever had, because speaking from personal experience, that's how it feels. I just don't feel like the trauma experienced by the characters in LO is a waking nightmare like it is in real life. For one, the characters' trauma only pops up when it's convenient for the plot. Like whenever Persephone starts experiencing ptsd, it happens when she's with Hades so we can get a scene with Hades cuddling her. After that, it shows up in a scene to make her look badass by confronting Apollo. No, just no. The Howling did it better too, by making the protagonist's trauma such an inconvenience in her life! I never felt that way in LO. When you uss traumatic encounters to make your character look like a badass, kindly fuck off.

[mizunetzu]

Kirishima x reader - just a dream

(A/n): Now this wasn’t a request, but it was something I wrote about a year ago that I found in my notes. It was for one of my closest friends, so I turned it into an x reader. If they happen to stumble upon this, and wish for me to take it down, then I will have no problem doing so. (And if you do find it and want me to take it down dude I’m reallyyyyy sorryyyyyy)

⚠️ warnings - uhh-angst? none.

Pronouns - gender neutral, they/them

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“Hey-Kirishima..?”

The red haired boy looked up from his drink. People bustled in and out of the coffee shop he and (Y/n) were currently sitting in. (Y/n) took a small sip from their beverage.

“Hm?” Kirishima hummed. (Y/n) looked nervous. People roared with laughter and conversation around them, contrasting the sudden silence they come across.

“I...I need to get something off my chest, red”

(Y/n) averted his gaze. They brought their cup back to their lips absentmindedly, taking a longer sip this time. Kirishima followed suit.

“So...uh...how do I say this...” (y/n) mumbled, words overlapping each other. Kirishima looked at (y/n) intently. “I’ve had certain...feeling about you and I-it’s not in a friend way...”

(Y/n) never met Kirishimas gaze. They instead silently sipped at their cup, thinking of their next words.

“So...I just want to say that I...I love you..”

Kirishimas eyes soften as he finally looked away. Right as (y/n) looked at him too. Noticing he now stared off into his drink, they quickly looked back down.

“I...” Kirishima started. (Y/n) looked up at their best friend.

“I’m sorry. I...like someone else...”

Those few words stung like daggers through (y/n’s) chest, each one burning more after the other. Kirishima held a look of pity as (y/n) just sat there, engulfing them both in silence. It was like the whole cafe went quiet.

(Y/n) was the first to break the silence.

“Who-who is it..?” (y/n) piped up, trying to sound happy but failing miserably. Kirishima exhaled with a smile.

“Well theres this person-and I don’t really know why I like them. Actually-there’s no possible reason why I WOULDN’T like them! They’re super funny, and they fight SUPER manly! Not to mention they’re always saving my ass-and whenever they walk into the room? Oh my gosh it’s like it gets all bright and stuff!! Sadly, they probably don’t feel the same-but that’s okay. They’re still my closest Brofriend...” Kirishima rambled on dreamily, resting his head on his palm. Each word dug into (Y/n’s) heart like arrows to a target.

“Cmon man just-just spit it out already..!” (Y/n’s) joked around, playfully punching Kirishima on the shoulder lightly with a trembling hand. The red head chuckled lightly.

“It’s...it’s Mina..”

(Y/n’s) smile faltered. “I-I’m sorry...who?”

“It’s...time to wake up.”

(Y/n’s) eyes snapped open. They bolted upright and looked around their room. (Y/n) sighed and rubbed at their temples. “God...” (y/n) groaned. (Y/n) glanced at their alarm clock.

6:30 am.

(Y/n) sighed once more and groggily got up from their bed and stretching.

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(Y/n) couldn’t get the dream out of their head. It played over and over again like a broken record. Of course, they had to have that dream on the day they planned on confessing too.

At the same coffee shop as well.

“You okay (n/n)??” Kirishima said, waving his hand across (y/n’s) face multiple times. they were in hero’s class with all might, and they were working on they’re ultimate moves and such.

(Y/n) shrugged. “It’s all good, I’m just really out of it today.” Kirishima smiled.

“B-by the way, you wanna hangout today at the coffee shop after school? I uh, I need to tell you something.” (Y/n) said, immediately recalling the events in their dream. They gulped.

“Sure bro!-“ Kirishima started. They were immediately wrapped up in Aizawas capture weapon, tightening up more and more by the second.

“Stop talking and get back to work. If you want to talk, then do that outside of class..” Aizawa grumbled tiredly.

“G-gotcha sensei!” (Y/n) and Kirishima rasped out in unison. The capture weapon loosened and the pair exhaled sharply.

“A-anYWAYS, haAh goD, i-I’m down...” Kirishima huffed, still surprised from aizawas sudden attack. (Y/n) exhaled and placed a hand on their chest. “Well, see you there red!”

They both went back to work.

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The day was over, and (y/n) was waiting anxiously infront of the school for Kirishima to arrive. “Heyyy! (Y/nnnnnnn)!” Kirishima called. (Y/n’s) heart skipped a beat as their fingers shook from nervousness. “R-ready to go out?” (Y/n) said, voice cracking a little.

“Heck yeah!”

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The two arrived at the small cafe, and took a seat. “Whaddya want man? I’ll order for you.” Kirishima mused.

“Uh-ill just get a small coffee...” (y/n) said. Kirishima smiled once more before disappearing into the line. (Y/n) let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding.

Is this even a good idea anymore? (Y/n’s) head swarmed with negative thoughts and doubts. I mean, if that dream was a warning, maybe I should just say nothing and enjoy the day with my best friend-

“I’m back (y/n)!” Kirishima hollered as quietly as possible. He held up two cups. “And I got our drinks!”

“Niiiiice” (y/n) mused, a drop of sweat crawling down their face. Kirishima took a seat in front of them and slid their drink to them.They took hold of it, and brought it to their lips tentatively.

“So...” Kirishima said , resting his hand on the back of his seat. “Didn’t ya wanna tell me something?”

(Y/n’s) blood ran cold. They closed their eyes and took another sip. “Y-yeah, actually..” Kirishima tilted his head to the side.

“What’s the matter bro? You seemed out of it the whole day-is everything alright??”

‘Well, there’s no backing down now...’ they thought. (Y/n) cleared their throat and placed both hands on the rim of the coffee table.

“Uh-well, yeah I do need to ask you something.” (Y/n) said. Kirishima looked worried now. “B-but it’s not anything serious!” (Y/n) frantically rushed out.

“what is it man? You know you can talk to me, we’re best bro’s!” Kirishima smiled, pounding a fist lightly against his chest. (Y/n’s) heart swelled.

(Y/n) shook that feeling off. “It’s nothing really but...uh...do you, per se, like anyone? Like, like like someone?”

Kirishima looked up from his drink. It was loud, just like in kairus dream. That wasn’t good reassurance.

Kirishima smirked sheepishly and took a long drink from his cup, before sighing contently and setting it down with a thud.

“Yes, actually...”

(Y/n) felt a pang in their chest. They already assumed he had someone who caught his eye the same way he caught theirs but...just hearing it out loud is so...

(Y/n) pressed their lips into a thin line. “W-what are they like?” (Y/n) said, forcing a smile. Kirishima blushed. (Y/n’s) face darkened.

“Well, they’re super funny, and they fight SUPER manly! Not to mention they’re always saving my ass-and whenever they walk into the room it’s like it gets all bright and stuff-”

(Y/n’s) eyes blurred up. It was exactly like their dream. Maybe it was a warning. Maybe it was the world telling them he wasn’t meant for them. Maybe it was just god telling them Kirishima is just a friend to them, nothing more, nothing less.

They let Kirishima continue, though they already knew what he was going to say.

He was going to say he liked Mina, and (y/n’s) pathetic heart would break all over again.

“-Sadly, they probably don’t feel the same-but that’s okay. They’re still my closest brofriend.”

Tears unwillingly welled up in (y/n’s) eyes. They blinked them away and looked back up to a cheerful looking Kirishima, whose face went from happy to worry.

“(Y/n)-for like the millionth time today-is everything al-“

(Y/n) stood up from their seat. Rather abruptly, that is. Their chair knocked back, causing a weird screeching noise. Many people turned their heads in their direction and most of their conversations halted.

A flurry of emotion blew past (y/n) as tears finally spilled down their cheeks. Kirishima looked intensely concerned.

“I-I can’t-“ (y/n) squeaked out as they made a beeline for the exit. They just barley stepped out of the cafe as they felt a warm hand grip their wrist. They was immediately met face to face with a distressed, but pitiful looking Kirishima.

“(Y/n) I...do you know who I’m describing..?” Kirishima said, looking away. (Y/n) pursed their lips. “Of course I do, it’s Mina-“

“No, it isn’t.”

(Y/n) looked puzzled. Kirishima still looked off to the side. (Y/n) furrowed their eyebrows.

“Who...who is it?”

(Y/n) braced themself for the answer. If it wasn’t Mina, it was probably someone else like asui, or yaoyorozu, or hell even Bakugou-

“It’s you”

(Y/n) stared intensely at their best friend. Kirishima finally met (y/n’s) gaze. (Y/n) was at a loss for words. Words couldn’t even explain how was they were feeling right now.

They pulled Kirishima into a hug, as that was all they were able to do at the moment. Kirishima took their lack of response as an okay sign to hug back.

People were probably staring at them, but they couldn’t care less.

It was only Kirishima and (y/n) at that moment.

“So...what did ya wanna say to me, (n/n)?”

(Y/n) looked at him. They smiled genuinely for the first time since they arrived.

“I love you, red.”

Kirishima smiled aswell, and pecked the top of (y/n) forehead softly.

“I love you too, (n/n).”

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So-I have nO idea how taglists work, and I’m asUMing that you just tag them everytime you write a thing, so (pleasE) feel free to correct me on this, @kenmas-consoles

[docholligay]

Empty Chairs at Empty Tables

PATREON RELEASE!!! This was originally sponsored by @rhiorhino​, so if you like it, please let her know! 2,500 words, in MaS

I’ve never felt so alone in the fucking world. 

Minako Aino had long made peace with the fact that there was no one on this earth who would fully understand her. She was loved by many, that was true, and she didn’t want to seem ungrateful for it, but there had never been anyone in her life who had gotten every part of her heart. In some ways, it was unimportant. There was someone else to fill the void another could not, and where one person lacked, another would pick up again. That was the value of having so many people, wasn’t it? There was always someone for something. And so mostly, she never worried about feeling misunderstood by one person or another. She’d always known how to look for another angle. 

But now, all she could feel was the empty space where Haruka used to sit. 

Mina had always known Haruka would go first. Mina was a consummate survivor, she found her way out of scrapes and luck was on her side, and she had the family history to back every expectation of a long life. Haruka wasn’t built to last, and she wasn’t lucky, and Mina had known all of these things for a very long time. 

There is a difference between knowing something, and feeling it. 

Even as Haruka had been so sick, it hadn’t seemed real. She would have said, of course, Haruka was dying, and that she was going to enjoy her for as long as she was around, and she had even managed to convince herself that she knew Haruka would die, and that she understood what that meant. 

But here she sat, not yet a week after Haruka drew her last breath, sitting in their shitty bar, completely taken by surprise. 

And the world didn’t understand. 

Rei tried, she thought, taking another deep drink of her beer. Rei had told her when Usagi and Michiru died, for it was only natural that Rei would outlive them all, that she would be crushed. Mina had nodded, and thanked her, and not said that Rei wouldn’t understand it until they were gone. Usagi tried, in her way, but always ended up sobbing over Haruka’s death herself, clinging to Mina and needing be comforted instead of comforting. 

The outside was worse. Michiru got all the sympathy in the world, her wife had died, and what a tragedy, they were together for so long. It’s only natural that she’d be heartbroken over it, and they treated her with great gentleness, and got together to help her with whatever she needed, large to small. And Mina generally got a pat on the shoulder, and an “I’m sorry.” 

She was only Mina’s friend, after all. 

“Whiskey. Rocks.” Mina set the empty glass down on the bar, and remembered herself, ”Please.” 

The barmaid picked up the beer glass and looked at Mina with a slight tilt of her head and an arch of her eyebrow. “Mina, are you sur--” 

“Yes, I’m fucking sure,” she looked at the girl flatly, tossing a handful of bills on the table, “Thank you.” 

She nodded and walked away as Mina sighed. 

The other day, Mina had told someone her sister had died, trying to explain herself as she struggled through the grocery store. Instantly, she had been greeted with a wave of deep sympathy and patience, and it only made her more angry. How was it that pretending she had been an accident of genetics made it more real? How could that be stronger than the fact that Mina and Haruka had chosen to be family, again and again, ever since duty had long released them? 

It was cold and wet and miserable outside, and she thought as she walked here about how much Haruka would have complained about the slush, and how her hands were cold and her chair was dirty. She’d smiled as she thought about how Haruka would use that as a justification to get a hot apple cider long before anything else, mulling in the large pot behind the bar, and how she’d always get extra whipped cream. 

The smile had faded as she realized she’d never look across the table and see Haruka’s nose tipped with cream again. 

She tugged at the too big sweater, soft and warm and on the wrong body. She shouldn’t have come here. They only went here together, and her absence was all the more noticable for the way Mina could hear her laughter echoing from the back table where they used to sit. Mina thought she was being smart, sitting at the bar instead, but here she was, snapping at the barmaid for trying to be kind. 

“Hey,” she said, as the glass of whiskey tapped in front of her, “I’m sorry. I’m not really social right now. But that’s not your fault.” 

She looked at Mina a moment. ‘Haruka?” 

Mina nodded and stepped off the stool, turning her back, staring into the dinginess of the place. 

“I haven’t handled it very well, I guess. She’s been gone a week, and, “ MIna took a small drink of the whiskey and looked at it, the amber of it just catching the dim light. “I miss her. A lot.” 

“I know. You were more than friends, you were--” 

There it was, again, like a hound from hell nipping at her ankles, telling her, again, that their relationship must have been something else, something greater, because the word she’d use for it wasn’t enough. It was casual and small and meaningless, and there would always be a ‘just’ in front of it. 

Mina whipped around to her and slapped the glass down on the bar, whiskey sloshing out of it. “No, we weren’t. We were friends. Just because you think there’s something weak about friendship,” she slammed her hand down on the wood, tears nipping at her eyes, “ that if she’s my friend, she can’t have been a really important part of my life, because you’ve never had a really great friend, well, fucking sucks to be you. She was my friend. She was my friend for nearly fifty fucking years. I loved her so much, and she was my friend, and I will miss her,” the tears began to free themselves, and she wiped at them with the sleeve of that familiar sweater, “For the rest of my fucking life. Goddamn,” she balled her fists at her sides, “Fuck all of this, fuck you and fuck…” 

The girl quietly began to wipe at the whiskey. ‘I--I’m so--” 

“Hey, it’s okay,” There was a hand on her shoulder, and she couldn’t decide if she wanted to lean into the owner or punch them, “She’s just having a day, give her a minute.” 

The voice snapped into her head alongside an identity. 

“Fuck off, Seiya.” She growled, vibrating with the sheer intensity of her anger, and she tossed Seiya’s hand off her shoulder, a terrible sort of satisfaction filling her when she heard Seiya’s shoulder pop with the force of it. “I don’t need your help.” 

“Yeah, sorry to bother you,” she snorted, rubbing her shoulder but saying nothing of it, “you’re doing so great.” 

Mina looked to her, with her ruined shoulder, hair more salt and pepper now than black, her rat tail long since cut off in deference to adulthood, but her eyes still gleaming with that sense of casual needling that had been such fun when applied to Haruka, and less fun when applied to her. 

Mina searched for an argument, and settled for rolling her eyes. “What do you want?”

“To find you. I knew you’d be here,” she signaled to the barmaid, who still refused to make eye contact with Mina, and sat herself down on a stool, “didn’t know you’d be yelling at some poor kid, but I probably should have.” 

Mina leaned against the bar, still looking back into the neon lit shoebox, eyes moving constantly toward that old table in the back corner. 

Seiya took a sip of the beer set in front of her. “Why are all of Usagi’s friends like this? I must have missed a memo.” 

Mina chuffed. “So Usagi sent you.” 

“No, Usagi was worried about you, and I sent myself. She wanted to come but,” she picked at the edge of the beer label, “I told her it’d be better just to be me.”

“Because we’re such good friends?” 

“No,” Seiya pushed a fresh glass of whiskey behind Mina, “ though you do like me, when you’re not doing this...old school Haruka thing you’re doing right now. No, because I’ve been there.” 

Mina said nothing, didn’t even move to grab the whiskey offered, just stared and stared at that back table, and smelled the grease of the tater tots from the tiny, terrible kitchen. She wanted to punch Seiya, and she wanted to cry on Seiya’s shoulder, and this might have surprised her, when she was younger, but she had learned that many emotions could be had at once, and that in fact there was something a touch more natural to that order of things. 

Nothing in life that was real, was pure. 

Seiya didn’t seem to care that she didn’t want to listen, which fit with most of what Mina had come to expect from Seiya. “When Taiki died, I wanted the world to swallow me up. I wanted to fight. I wanted to cry. I did a lot of both. Mostly, I wanted them to get it. Nobody did.” She took another sip of her beer and shrugged in her three-quarters way,  “Except Yaten, who was also handling it like shit.” 

Mina continued in her silence, but sat on the stool next to Seiya, back still turned to the bar, taking the whiskey from behind her. 

“I was stupid, but,” She looked over at Mina for a moemnt, and then back to the row of bottles behind the bar, “It was the dumbest shit I missed. Her fucking terrible poetry, and the way Yaten and I used to have to listen to it. How high strung she could be, while pretending she wasn’t. Her stupid sprouted grain bread in the fridge.” She chuckled, “How she used to roast me about my thing with Usagi. She thought it was so stupid.” 

Mina chuffed. “She wasn’t wrong.” 

“No,” Seiya let out a real laugh, now, as she took a drink. “She wasn’t.” 

Mina turned around and leaned against the bar. “Nothing’s going to be right ever again, Seiya.” 

“It’ll be different, yeah.” Seiya reached over to pat her arm, and then thought better of it. “It was a long, long time ago, and I still think about her sometimes. I miss her, of course, but when I think about her... It won’t hurt so bad, later, Mina. It does now. It will for a while. But you’ll smile when you think about her someday.” 

“Says you.” 

Seiya looked over at her/ “Remember that night in Usagi’s house, and how the whole night everyone was getting on her about me? Remember how she almost had a stroke when everyone was saying she was just jealous of me?” 

They were all so young then, and Haruka had such a deep scowl on her face all night, and she snapped back so hard at the very idea, and even Mako had ended up laughing about it. Haruka had been so transparent, always. There was a little smirk, just at the edge of Mina’s mouth. 

“She was so dramatic.” 

The past tense removed the smile from the edge of her mouth, and Seiya patted her on the shoulder, and looked up at the game on the screen, giving her a moment to sit with her feelings. Mina stared up at the screen but did not truly see it, wondering how she was supposed to get along in life without some long blonde idiot to share tater tots and beer with, how that had ever even become a spot in her life that she needed. How people couldn’t understand what it was to have that person, and then lose them. 

“Why doesn’t anyone know I loved her?” It came out so soft, like the voice of a child, and Mina felt a rise of shame, and she cleared her throat, “She was important even if we weren’t fucking, or related, or whatever it takes.” 

Seiya thought for a moment, finishing the work of peeling the label off the beer bottle. “People have a lot of ideas about how love works. Not everything fits.” She took another drink. ‘I know you loved her. She loved you.” 

Mina felt a sob rise in the back of her throat, and choked it down. “Don’t say that.” 

Seiya didn’t look away from the television. “Okay then, she hated you. Died to get away from you.” 

“Don’t be an asshole.” 

“What do you want out of people, Mina?” Seiya set her beer down, crossed her arms, and looked over at her. “What do you want people to say to you? About Haruka?” 

“I--” she stuttered, and scowled, and took a deep drink of her whiskey, still glaring, “I...shut the fuck up, Seiya.”

“See?” Seiya beamed, “I know, that you don’t fucking know, because I didn’t know. So I’m not gonna say anything, except, that I know. And it sucks. And I’m sorry she’s gone.” 

“That’s a lot of words for saying nothing, I just want to point out.” Mina finished off the glass of whiskey, the burn of it warming her chest, and twirled it around on the dark wood of the bar, waiting for Seiya to say something else, getting only silence in response. “We spent more than forty years together too. Not just Michiru. I saw her almost every day, even when she was sick. I was there when she died. I loved her. I want people to say that. That I loved her, and we were friends, and it didn’t have to be anything else. And they won’t.” 

“No,” Seiya shook her head, “they won’t.” 

Mina picked up a laminated menu off the top of the counter, detailing the terrible selections of tater tots and their toppings, staring at all the things Haruka had eaten on the sly, that she never would again, the queso and chicken and salsa over grease and crisp potato. She tossed it back on the counter. 

“She’s been gone a week, and I miss her so. Much.” Mina tugged at the end of her bob. “How am I supposed to go the next twenty years?” 

Seiya picked up the menu and considered. “We can start by eating tater tots.” 

Mina arched her eyebrow and leaned her cheek heavily against her hand. 

“No, seriously, I went to a bunch of slam poetry nights when Taiki died, this is way more fun,” She signaled the bartender, “hey, can you turn that on to the race? Don’t ask me which one, just whichever one’s on.” 

Mina glanced up at the screen. “That’s the drag winternationals. It’s an engineering game more than a race.” She smiled, and looked again at the menu. “So Haruka would say.” 

“Yeah, she would.” 

“Let’s get the barbecue tots.” 

“So Haruka would say.”

“Yeah,” Mina laughed, hearing an animated conversation from the corner table behind her, “Yeah, she would.” 

Haruka would understand her, sitting here, at this bar, angry and sad and hungry and a little drunk. And if she did, maybe no one else needed to. Maybe she was never alone at all, as long as there was a race on the TV and tots in front of her.

She wasn't alone. She was just holding a seat.

[superworldunkown]

SAY WHA??: Prologue

AN: Fun fact about me, I am a runner. So you bet your booty when that MHA ‘He will Meet the Three Musketeers’ teaser image came out, ya girl took that and RAN with it. Right into headcanon territory. I tired to use as much as I know from reading the manga, so there are spoilers of the War Arc/Dabi reveal/My Lady My Queen Midnight/Bakugou rising (aka finally showing some signs of positive emotional intelligence growth)/etc. I will also be mixing in my own OCs and thoughts on the meaning behind the WHA patches on their uniforms and what happens during this moving. And yes, Bakugou will be about that melanin. I’ll try to post every two weeks but…I am TERRIBLE at timeframes. Also, IDK what to call this, so right now it’s “Say WHA?” lol

Anyways, enjoy BBs.

Chapter 1: The Aftermath is only the beginning

Bakugou should have never jumped in front of Deku. Yes, he said it. And no, it wasn’t about the heroic act in itself or the public admittance that he does give a shit (albeit tiny shit) about that Damn Nerd. It was the fact that now, in the midst of the aftermath, everyone was looking for a hero. And, for some reason, everyone was looking at him.

The three weeks after The War with the Paranormal Liberation Army was nothing short of a blur. After intense healing and barely out of his stiches, he, Deku and Todoroki were immediately thrown into the media spotlight only to quickly be yanked back into the dark by All Might and the Hero Commission. There was so much to answer for, but no one seemed to know what to say. The Hero Comission went to work on damage control, class was suspended. Bakugou just focused on getting full mobility back to his arm. He didn’t want to think about anything else or unpack any emotions. But, swallowing his emotions was becoming more difficult with each passing day.

Everyone was clinging onto him. At Midnight’s funeral, Kirishima cried into his shoulder. Bakugou stayed silent, just letting it happen. After all, Kirishima, Mina, and Momo were the first ones that found their teacher lying breathless on the battlefield. Even if Bakugou couldn’t form the words to console his friend, the least he could do was be the strong shoulder to cry on. Even though he was breaking on the inside.

Then, of course, Deku. Despite the insane amount of growth and power his childhood friend had acquired in their first year at U.A, he was still a self-shaming masochist in the making (much like the explosion hero himself). Deku went into a week long shame spiral, blaming every death on his lack of ability to take down Shigaraki and his weakness for seeing someone that still needed saving.

He too broke down in front of Bakugou, blaming himself for the scars that graced the blond boy’s chest and shoulder. “I should have been stronger. I should have been able to save and win. I didn’t do either. I can’t make this power my own when I can’t even save the people I care about-“

Despite the emotional growth Bakugou had undertaken, he was still Bakugou. But instead of outright knocking Deku into a wall he merely shoved the boy so hard he fell back in a chair and snarled, “I’d beat your ass right now but somehow I’d think you’d enjoy that. Blame yourself for any of this in front of me again and I’ll blow your ass up so fast they’ll find pieces of you in different time zones.” Yeah, he still needed to work on his bedside manner.

Todoroki was another story. The boy hadn’t said a word, a single word in three weeks. He made himself scarce, stayed in his dorm despite everyone being ushered home to be with their families. Who could blame him? The media was in a frenzy over the reveal of Toya Todoroki and the public announcement of his father’s crimes and abuse. Todoroki didn’t even attend Midnight’s funeral. Bakugou wasn’t sure if it was Todoroki’s decision not to draw attention to the sensitive matter, or the Hero Commission. Bakugou was really starting to hate the Hero Commission.

They were protecting Endeavor with all the power and influence they had, but leaving Todoroki to defend himself.

Bastards.  

Both Deku and Bakugou had tried, in their own ways to engage their Icy Hot friend, but it was no use. Deku tried inviting him to his mother’s to stay over, ecen offering cold soba for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Todoroki never responded to the message.

Bakugou, in true Bakugou fashion, tried kicking down his door and challenging him to a fight, only to find a giant wall of sharp icicles dangerously close to his body. After blasting them for 10 minutes, he got the hint and left him be.

There was so much to cleanup between the three of them. They were all broken in their own ways. But, as much as time stood still at certain moments, things began to move on and forward. 

And now, here they all were, standing on a runway at the early hours of the morning for a new mission that none of them had any idea about.

“The Hero committee thanks you three for your assistance with this rather important mission.” The president spoke. She dressed in all black, looking extra serious. And in Bakugou’s mind, evil as shit.

“Yeah, you didn’t give us much of a choice,” Bakugou grumbled while clutching the handle of his suitcase.

“We’re happy to be of assistance,” Midoriya answered, “But, um, can I ask where we’re going?”

“Due to the recent events and,” The president treaded carefully, “unforeseen revelations….The Hero Committee has partnered with international hero departments across the globe to form a united front against villains from all nations. We have formed the WHA. The World Hero Alliance. With a focus on the heroes of the future each Hero Commission has selected their brightest and bravest hero’s to represent Japan’s hero effort.”

Bakugou looked at Todoroki, who was currently staring at the ground, and then to Midoriya before speaking, “So you’re sending us? What are we, show horses or something?! I thought we were going to kick some ass!”

“I couldn’t agree more.” The president’s response caused Bakugou’s eyes to raise slightly, “You three were not at the top of our list. However you were personally recommended by All Might himself and we owe him quite the debt for his commitment to the cleanup the past few weeks.”

“Sorry I’m late everyone.” All Might’s voice cut through the rather thick air. The skinny man dressed in his usual oversize suit, the darkness around his eyes looking extra black and fatigued. All Might had been spending every waking moment on all the news channels reassuring the public of their faith in heroes and in Endeavour, the still number 1 hero.

“Young Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoro-“

“Shouto. Just Shouto.”

Damn, he finally speaks! And those three words managed to hit All Might, and Deku, and Bakugou with such force you would think he himself had inherited One for All.

“Right uh…Shoto. I’m so glad you all could make it. You all have your passports, licenses, and everything? Don’t worry about your hero costumes, I had some new ones created for you all to wear during the events.”

“Can anyone explain where the hell we’re going and what the fuck we’re doing?!” Damn, someone had to say it.

All Might let out a small laugh, “We’re headed to the first Annual World Hero Alliance in The United States. Los Angeles to be exact.”

“The…The… THE UNITED STATES?!” It was like the sadness washed out of Deku, revealing the eager, bright eyed hero student, and complete fanboy, “Where you became a hero?!”

“That’s right, kid. I’ll explain everything on the jet.”

Midoriya was already rushing up the flight stairs, leaving Bakugou and Shouto on the runway. Bakugou didn’t know what to do. He could tell Icy Hot was a hot mess of emotion, despite his emotionless demeanor. His natural instinct was to shake/threaten/beat the sadness out of his classmate, but he had a feeling that wouldn’t be effective.

“I know why you’re looking at me like that.” Shouto spoke, his eyes facing forward to the jet, “And no, I don’t want to talk about it. I’m fine. Let’s just…get this this stupid mission over with.” With that he walked forward and boarded the jet.

Fuck. Bakugou secretly hopped the WHA, or whatever it was called would get overrun by villains, as most of their missions/trips do. At least he would have someone to blast into smithereens that deserved it.

 AN: Alright. Just a teaser here.  I’m so excited to introduce you to The 3 aspiring heroes of The United States in the next chapter. My OCs. I can’t reveal much yet (honestly, I’m still test driving hero names). But, so excited regardless. I’ll post the next chapter by in the coming days.

[floof-reppu]

okay, so I’m really excited to be sharing this with you guys: my first fully fleshed out smut piece. since it’s Kinktober I thought it would be nice if I contributed by writing at least ONE smutty fic, and oh boy is this long, at least for my writing. I really, really hope you guys like it, it took me over a day to write just because I wanted to make it as perfect as possible.

i wrote for Kendo because there just seems to be an under appreciation for her in terms of Kinktober and smut in general, so why the hell not? 

Object of Affections - Itsuka Kendo x Fem!Reader (Word Count: 3.2k)

HUGE WARNING: SMUT AHEAD

Being a pro hero isn’t always as glorified as they make it seem when you were younger. Now going on two years since your original debut, nothing but work seemed to cross your mind mind nowadays. Graduating from U.A. with well-known rookies such as Red Riot and Ground Zero, it was no wonder you were able to get recognized so quickly. Although, you weren’t in their class; rather, you were in the second class of the hero course, Class B. 

Being friends with all of your former classmates, you tried to keep up with as many of them as possible, especially your best friend and crush Itsuka Kendo. Whether it was her caring persona or her willingness to do the right thing, you couldn’t differentiate didn’t between which trait was more attractive in your eyes. 

You didn’t expect to be playing a game of truth or dare with the former Class A girls and Kendo (since you didn’t want it to just be them) at your apartment that particular evening. It started off as the usual gossip; the slew of them talking about their current boyfriends, if they had one to begin with, until Mina thought it would be a good idea to play a… party game of sorts.

“Truth or Dare, but with this bad boy!” As if appearing out of thin air, the pinkette brandished a bottle of alcohol in front of everyone, setting down in the middle of the circle that was formed. “If you refuse to answer, you gotta drink from the bottle!”

“I don’t know if this is such a good idea… I mean, who knows what could happen?” Momo tried to weigh all of the options in front of her, ultimately giving in and shaking her head. “I can’t say I agree with what we’re doing, but… I’ll participate.”

“Hell yeah! What about the rest of you? This will be a great opportunity to ask some pretty risque questions…” Mina grinned from ear to ear, eager to get started with the game.

“Yeah, um… sure, I’ll give it a try! It can’t be all that bad, right?” Ochako’s words were laced with a tad of innocence, making her smile seem all that and more. 

Soon, the only ones who hadn’t agreed yet were you and Kendo, who seemed to be taking the game into too much consideration. You, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to get up immediately. Part of you begged to stay just for shits and giggles, but the other part wanted to leave in fear of your discreet crush on the woman sitting beside you.

“I’ll play if Y/N plays,” Kendo glanced over at you, face hiding no emotions as she spoke with a smile that grace her lips, “Do you want to play?”

“I… I’ll play, I guess…” You knew all you would feel is guilt if you refused, plus how could you refuse her? “So, who starts first?”

“We can just go in a circle, starting with myself so you guys can think of some questions!” Mina stared right at Tsuyu first, which thankfully meant you had a grace period to figure out who and what you wanted to ask. Questions went around the entire room, innocent dares being asked along with the frequent… questionable truths.

“Alright! Kendo, truth or dare?” Hagakure was usually the unpredictable one who caught everyone off-guard most of them a time, given that her head wasn’t visible when she moved… Kendo was only chosen due to the risque nature of the game, which honestly terrified you.

“I’ll pick truth, only because I’m not sure if I trust your dares…” The ginger giggled sheepishly, her hands folded neatly on her lap. Her calm demeanor in these types of situations was something that you adored, being one of her strong traits.

“Okay, so! Do you like anyone in this room as more than just a friend?” Hagakure was probably grinning under her cloak of invisibility. Even while she got one of the easier questions, the calm and collected expression on Kendo’s face sunk, and a small blush crept onto her cheeks, only visible to those sitting right beside her. 

“I guess I have to answer this, huh? Technically… yeah, I do like someone in this room,” Her voice was more or less a glorified whisper, embarrassment taking over her being. “but you didn’t ask who, so at least that much is a mystery."

All eyes fell on her, some with a look of curiosity and others with a look of confusion. Your eyes, however, didn't convey either; rather, your irises were shrouded, no emotion being shown. There was no possible way that she was talking about you, so why get your hopes up? It wasn't until Kendo looked directly at you and her piercing voice rang that your trance was broken.

"I don't think you've gone yet, Y/N, so I think I'll ask you… truth or dare?" 

There was no ill will directed towards you, but you couldn’t help but tense up because of your nerves. Taking the easy way out, your lips muttered out a dull truth, Kendo placing her hand on your leg as if she knew you were nervous. 

“Okay, so I’ll ask you the same question Hagakure asked me just because I was put on the spot… do you like anyone in this room more than just a friend?” Directly gazing into your eyes, Kendo’s teal irises figuratively emanated an aura that helped your nerves settle. Worried after you hadn’t responded back, she spoke so that only you could hear, “If you have to think for a-”

“No, I… just needed to calm down,” You smiled, masking any sort of negative feelings. “I do like someone, a lot.” 

An awkward yet peaceful silence filled the occupied space. It wasn’t an understatement to say that the rest of the room already had suspicions; the subtle looks that the two of you shared couldn’t help but be interpreted as romantic by onlookers. Whether Kendo herself had caught on was a mystery, but by god you hoped that she hadn’t. 

“So, Y/N, who are you going to ask?” Kyoka had broken the silence, the sly grin that her mouth created sending your nerves back into a frenzy. So far, the only ones who had taken a sip of alcohol were Mina, Ochako, and Kyoka herself, all because of the same ‘Are you a virgin?’ question that was continually asked around the room when truth was picked. “If you’re gonna ask a question, it has to be spicy, or else you’re just wimping out.”

“Then I’m wimping out… I’ll just take a shot, thanks.” Eyes watched you from all spaces in the circle as you poured yourself a shot and downed it in no time flat, still looking at Kyoka, “and since I wimped out, you should ask the next question.” 

Her reaction time was slow, being that she had no idea how to respond for a solid minute. She cleared her throat before staring directly at you.

"I already know you're going to pick truth, so I'll just go ahead and ask my question… are you-"

"Actually, I… think I’ll pick dare.” A sudden wave of confidence flooded you, and you stood up straight. “Hit me, Kyoka.”

“I dare you to kiss the person in this room that you like. On the lips.” 

Suddenly you didn’t feel so good anymore. That meant you had to kiss Kendo, right in front of everyone else. Your alcohol tolerance was shit; you didn’t really have any other choice unless you wanted to become intoxicated. 

Looking straight at Kendo, there was no denying the blush that dusted your cheeks as you whispered I’m sorry right before your lips collided with hers. Tasting the faint flavor of her lips just barely, you separated not even a few seconds after. The hand that still rested on your leg balled up into a fist, but didn’t leave its spot, either because of the heat of the moment, or Kendo didn’t want to move it. 

By this time, the game had been going on for at least an hour, but it felt like days were going by the more that the two of you stayed silent. It took a nudge from Tsuyu to snap you back to reality, “I think we’re going to head out, Y/N. We’ll come over and hang out some other time.”

“Yeah, but you can keep the alcohol as a thank you gift for letting us come over!” Mina stood up, along with everyone else, including yourself. She walked over to you and whispered in your ear, “Tell me how it goes; I’ll be disappointed if nothing more happens.” 

The girls all exchanged goodbyes with each other before leaving one by one, Kendo walking through the doorway before you stopped her, hand grabbing onto her wrist. 

“Wait, don’t go yet. I need to talk to you,” you started, the ginger looking back at you and turning around, “about what happened a few minutes ago… if you want to forget about it, we can just do that-”

“That’s the problem, Y/N. I don’t want to forget about it.” Kendo walked back inside, shutting the door and locking it behind her. “I didn’t know that you… felt that way about me. It’s funny actually, since I feel the same about you. I just didn’t want to ruin our friendship in case you didn’t like me, you know?”

“Nothing is going to ruin our friendship, Itsuka.” 

Kendo’s eyes widened when you called her by her given name, even though she was used to it by now. There was just something about the way it rolled off your tongue this time that enamored her. She slid her wrist out of your grip, her hands reaching over and grabbing your waist before kissing you with intense passion.

The feeling of her lips against yours was intoxicating to say the least, and the fight for dominance began when she pinned you against the wall with her body, all the right parts pressing against each other in bliss. Your hands moved up to caress her face, the texture of her smooth skin fueling your overwhelming lust, your desire to explore every inch of her body. 

It wasn’t long before the two of you separated, Kendo panting quietly from lack of air. Dropping your hand down to meet her own, you beckoned her to your bedroom. Instantly, your hands found their way to Kendo’s top, waiting for her permission to take it off before proceeding. Once she gave you a subtle nod, you helped her to undress, eyes surveying each unfamiliar sight. Her stomach was toned, a given due to her physical capabilities as a hero, and you couldn’t help but stare at her covered breasts, still supported by her teal bra that complimented her features. 

It wasn’t until you felt her gaze that you proceeded to the next article: her skirt. Removing her skirt was the easiest part; unzipping it and letting it drop to the floor right next to her shirt, revealing a matching teal bikini bottom that accentuated the curve of her hips. Kendo’s hand reached out and stopped you from taking anything else off. 

“Shouldn’t you get undressed, too?” You were so caught up with your own desires that you nearly forgot about her, the object of your affections. Letting go of your arm, she began to return the favor and helped you strip. Each article from the clothing Kendo removed for you was tossed to the side with distaste, wanting nothing more than to see your naked body in its glory. “It’s not fair if I’m the only one who has to get stripped.” 

Soon, the two of your were clad in nothing but your undergarments, yours a nice set of black lace that contrasted with your complexion. Leading you to your bed, she gently but firmly pushed you onto it, climbing on top of you and kissing you yet again. The hot, wet feeling you felt down there helped tremendously to intensify the passion the two of you shared, suppressed moans vibrating at the back of your throat. 

Then, it hit you all at once. Kendo had pulled down your bottoms and exposed your wet sex to the air, dripping fluids lubricating your womanhood as her fingers teased you in ways you could only imagine before. She had separated from you by now, a grin plastered on her face as her stimulation created a small moan from your vocal chords. 

“God, you’re so wet, Y/N… all because of me.” Her thumb teased your clit as two of her fingers slid into your slick cunt; the feeling excited you to no end. Each forward and back motion of her fingers was made that more pleasurable as you moved your hips in time to each thrust she made of her hand, but still not hitting the places that gave you the most pleasure. Kendo’s hand ceased all motion when she realized you weren’t feeling all that pleasurable and her fingers exited you, a small whimper escaping your lips.

“I want to try something, but you have to tell me if it hurts, Y/N… or else I might not be able to stop.” Her expression turned blank as she used her quirk, enlarging her right hand to its enormous size and moving back on the bed, spreading your legs out farther apart. “Brace yourself.”

Giving you little time to react, the tip of her massive index finger prodded at your entrance, and she grabbed onto your leg in order to make the penetration precise. You had never felt anything this… big before wanting access to your most sacred part, but you grit your teeth and watched as Kendo’s extremity began its journey inside of you, slowly but surely. Each centimeter more than she pushed inside, the more the tears began to form at the corner of your eyes. 

“I’m in, Y/N…” Getting as far as she could, Kendo stopped right at the first bend of her finger, looking at the hurt expression on your face. Your walls clamped down tightly around her, making it almost impossible for her to pull out, but also causing her a small amount of pain. “Y/N, you’re going to have to loosen up your grip so I can move…”

Listening to Kendo, you slowly relaxed the tension of your nerves and calmed down, your grip loose enough for her finger to slip back out and in again repeatedly like clockwork. Your walls stretched to an unfathomable length as you felt the length of her finger, the size of a massive dildo, continually thrusting and filling you up entirely. A moan finally escaped your lips, your hands gripping the comforter of your bed as your core was overwhelmed with ecstasy. 

Kendo bent her finger and twisted it around, finding your g-spot and causing your core to tighten, the pinnacle of your pleasure coming closer as you begged her to continue with a mewl. “Fuck! Keep going, Itsuka…” She was getting just as much gratification from watching you squirm as you were with the physical stimulation. The tip of her finger stimulating your sweet spot perfectly, you knew you were coming extremely close. This was it. Your felt all of your pleasure release at once with a gasp, back arching and your juices flowing out. Kendo took her finger out as soon as she felt the warm, sticky sensation touch her finger, deactivating her quirk and watching the end result flow out of you like a waterfall. 

“God, you were amazing…” You looked up at Kendo, who had yet again positioned herself above you. 

“I bet you didn’t expect that, did you?” She sounded over-confident in herself, which betrayed the concerned look she gave you. “Are you sure it didn’t hurt that bad?”

“Promise.” Your hands let go of the sheets and back to the clasps on her bra, unhooking them and letting her breasts free. Her nipples were hard, sticking out like a sore thumb. Your toe managed to pull down on her panties, pulling them down and revealing her soaking pussy. 

“I want you to make me feel good, Y/N. Extremely good.” Kendo’s sex hovered over your mouth, her legs pinning you on either side. She wanted you to eat her out like a full course meal, every last drop of her juices to be consumed by you. Slowly, she lowered herself down, your tongue sliding over every single inch of skin you could reach and lapping up the secretion, salty if anything. 

Her moans were quiet but frequent as your thumb rubbed at her clit, your tongue managing to at least run over the start of her opening multiple times as you used your forefingers to move her labia away. Kendo’s hands held on to the head of the bed, unable to keep her body up straight from the sheer pleasure she felt. “Oh, damn, Y/N… your tongue feels so good…”

Her praises drove you to continue, but at a faster pace than before. Soon, a few of your own fingers slid into her entrance, curling and practically begging to find her sweet spot. Her moans climbed in both volume and intensity, her lower body grinding against your fingers in an attempt to help pleasure her. Finally, the sign you had been waiting for came about; Kendo’s body began to quiver uncontrollably at your touch, the attacks on her body driving her mad. Her limit was close, but you wanted her to verbally beg for her release, so you took your fingers out. 

“Ughhh, just let me cum, dammit! Y/N…” Kendo tried to lift her own hand from the bed to finish herself off, but you refused, grabbing her arm and keeping it there. 

“I want you to beg for release like the slut you are, Itsuka. Beg me to finish you off.” 

“I…” She started, lips trembling, “I want to cum for you! I want you to finish me off so I can fucking cum for you!” 

“Good.” You forced your fingers back into her wet cunt, feeling her walls clench as you found her g-spot yet again. Almost immediately, her orgasm came on strong, her final moan nearly a scream as she released. Your fingers quickly exited and you consumed every last drop of her hot, sticky secretion. 

Kendo’s body fell right beside yours a few minutes later as she tried to cool off, heat radiating off her body like a sauna. The two of you were definitely done for the night, and she clearly wasn’t going to leave your side.

“That was the most amazing experience of my life, Y/N… I’m glad I got to share it with you.” Kendo smiled, turned towards you as she spoke.

“That doesn’t mean it’ll be the last, you know…” You threw the blankets over the two of you, snuggling into the crook of Kendo’s neck, “because I don’t want this to be just a one time thing.”

“Of course not… this is a forever commitment that I want to make with you. I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Itsuka.”

[franeridart]

Anon said: Um so hello, I’m just here to say keep up the awesome work, I love your kiribaku art and it’s adorable and I go on binges through your blog (omg I sound so creepy I’m sorry I just love ur art so much) and it makes my day so yeah please keep drawing!

Ahhhhh you don’t sound creepy at all, don’t worry!!!!! Thank you so much for liking my stuff that much!!!!!!! <3<3

Anon said: May ask what kiri///mina would look like in your style? You don't have to draw it if you don't like the ship.

Gosh sorry but I really really don’t ship it!

Anon said: you know how I miss?? your OCs!!! they're the cutest!!

AWE thank you so much!!!!!!! I have a few comics planned for them, hope I’ll manage getting to them soon enough!!! (oT^T)9<3

Anon said: This is so sappy but some of your kiribaku posts really make me really appreciate long relationships! I’ve always found pining and crushes the cutest bc it’s full of intense feelings, but you portray being in love and accepting each other so well!! it’s amazing how you show characters interacting with each other and being so comfortable instead of worrying about hiding part of themselves and long story short I love your art and ideas so much

This ask!!!!!!!!! means the universe!!!!!!!!!! to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m so glad I can manage portraying love in such a way, I’m so in love with the idea of open, accepting love, andI try seriously hard to make it look healthy in my comics so!!!!!!! thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have no clue how many times I’ve reread this ask I’m not even exaggerating TT^TT <3

Anon said: I just want to start off by saying you’re my favourite blog on tumblr, your art is incredibly adorable and always makes my day!! I was just wondering how you were able to create your own unique art style? It’s something I’ve been struggling with a lot lately with my own art. Any advice is appreciated, thanks for everything you do!!

I think it’s about finding the right spot between what feels comfortable for you and the end you’re using your art for? In my case what’s comfortable is something fun and smooth, and the main end has always been to be able to draw comics - I’ve always liked comics because I like writing and I like drawing, but my attention span was too short to manage finishing them, and the way I had of drawing was too stiff to properly convey emotions the way I wanted to, which made drawing comics sound like an impossible dream haha I fixed it by simplifying my style, by taking away or reducing to the bare minimum everything that took me ages to work out/draw and pushing my expressions and body language to extremes to make up for the lack of details. 

That’s just my experience with it, though! The best advice I can give you is to sit back and look at your current way of drawing from an objective perspective - do you enjoy it? Is the process of drawing something you’re comfortable with? What’s uncomfortable in it for you, and in which ways could you change it to make it comfortable and fun? Does your current art style allow you to do what you want to do with your art? If you want to paint, does it allow you to paint in an easy and fun way? If you want to make comics, does it allow you the range to properly portray a character moving and living without making you wish you’d never started drawing halfway through it? 

Imho the first step to find a style that’s your own and feels right is to find a style that’s fun to use and doesn’t stress you to hell and back every time you pick up your pencil. This is easier to do the more things you attempt, so for a bit being inconsistent in style is a good and normal thing - try things out! The best one for you will definitely stick in the end. And if you already feel comfortable with the way you have of drawing, then hell! You already have a style that works for you! Just because to you it doesn’t look unique and special it doesn’t mean that it isn’t - if you asked me to point out what makes my style unique I wouldn’t be able to tell you either, the way I see it my style is the most uninteresting and common-looking style out there. To be honest with you that’s probably just how it is for every artist out there hahaha

Anon said: Hi!! I love your art and just want you to know I always get a big, stupid smile on my face whenever I see you cross my feed, whether it’s something new or a reblog of an old post. Everything you do is just amazing and I love it

AHHHHHHH Thank you so so much!!!!!!!!! (TT^TT)<3<3<3

Anon said: Hey Fran! First off, thank you for the Fire Force art. I remembered to actually check it out, after seeing it lol. Second, I still can't find your Fatgum 😭😭 the link didn't give any, and searching on your page didn't help either. I WILL FIND IT ONE DAY

I think it’s a problem of the app orz I can see him just find from desktop but the app can’t find him either T-T stupid app!

Anon said: Do you have a mini Bakugou and Kirishima living in your head? Are they just living their lives up in your brain and that causes your hand to to write and draw the most perfect and accurate things? Of course mini Kaminari, Sero, Mina, Jirou, etc. also come to visit your head hole from time to time and just chill with mini Baku and Kiri. That’s the only logical explanation on how all your Bakushima content is so inconceivably spot on

That’s such a kind thing of you to say, anon!!!!!! I’m glad you find them that IC!!!!!! I try my best, but sometimes I admit I just have them do and say stuff I’ve done and said myself, the only difference is that I word things in a way that feels right for their usual way of talking hahaha

Anon said: I personally would love to read your essay on why bakugo is the best character ever because I really really really want to love him that much but i feel like there's something that I'm just not getting about him- there's something I'm missing about his personality (keeping in mind that i kinda left the manga after the whole mirio/8 precepts arc). I've always found bakugo compelling and would love love love to read your take on him! Hope you have a great day!

Bakugou has had some amazing character development scenes after the overhaul arc!!!!! He’s outright shown he understands where he was lacking and where he was wrong, that he’s perfectly capable of working in a team and letting people help him and helping them in return, that he cares about his class and how the rest of the world sees them! (and that he worries/cares about how the world sees him too, actually, that broke my heart a bit ;; ) We haven’t seen him in a hot minute by now, but most of anything before the current arc has had him improve and develop and become even better than he already was -  I’ve always thought him a good guy with just a lot of troubles relating to the world around him due the way he has been brought up as special and different (it creates a drift between yourself and the rest of the world when everyone around you keeps treating you as if you were other - when you tell a kid he’s different and better for his whole life he’s bound to grow up believing it, after all), but if the problem you have with him is that he isn’t showing the good in himself plainly and obviously enough, then the arcs after the overhaul one are gonna help you like him better, definitely

Well, the thing about Bakugou is that he’s not a plain/obvious character, so you need to think about his actions and his words a bit more, and can’t just take him at face value - it’s what I like about him, actually! How much you need to think about him to figure him out on a deeper level than just the surface one. Since I dunno why you like him and why you feel something’s missing, I can’t tell you specifically what it is in the way I see him that completes him for me, but as I said I try to keep him as IC as I can so probably reading my comics about him might help you understand the way I see him. To me Bakugou’s honest, and kind, and loving, but he’s also arrogant, and angry, and used to taking some things for granted, and I like how all those things work with and against each other in his character. He’s at the same time incredibly proud and absurdly insecure, and I like that about him too - where each comes from and where and how they clash, I like the complexity it gives him. I like that he’s a people person in the sense that he likes having people around himself, and I like that at the same time UA is the first time he’s had actual, honest to god best friends, and how that means that he’s gonna be awkward when usually he’s so sure and proud simply because he isn’t used to having people he actually specifically cares for, I very much like that about him. I like that he overthinks everything he doesn’t immediately gets, I like that he still acts on instincts more often than not, I like that somehow with him those two aren’t mutually exclusive. I like that he’s smart and still so damn dumb, I like that he’s just as simple-minded as he is an actually labyrinth in thought process, I like how one-track minded he is even on the most silly things - how once he sets his eyes on a goal he goes for it like his life depends on it. I like that he’s barsh and rude and impulsive in what he says and does, but when he fucks up he knows he fucked up, and he backstracks, and he does his best to make amends.��I like that he sits in stupid ways and has the worst posture in the class and then he wears his hero costume and suddenly he’s a model on the catwalk, that’s so damn endearing to me. I like how ridiculously hyperbolic he is and how he just assumes people will get it, get what he actually means, like there’s a point between his brain and his mouth were things get blown out of proportion and he doesn’t even realize it. There’s just so many things to love about him, for me!! 

But most importantly I like that he started as low as he could get and that because of it his plot is a one way towards the summit. I like it. I like watching a character grow and every new chapter become a better version of themselves, I love it. Ultimately that’s probably why he’s my favorite, after all haha

Anon said: Hi, this isn’t a question but I just wanted to say how much I love your art and the way you clearly appreciate Bakugou as a character. So many of my friends hate him, but I think he has a lot of depth and so much potential. Your art always makes me smile! Thanks for doing what you do. :)

THANK YOU and thank you for liking the boy too!!!!!!! He deserves it, he absolutely does deserve it!!!!!!! <3<3<3

Anon said: I just went digging in the archives of my blog (which is.. a mess) and found some old art of yours (like... I'm talking bokuto and kuroo level old) and g o s h. I already loved your art so much then and I still do n hhhhhhhh u go. U great.

Gosh you’ve been around a long time then!!!!! Thank you so much for sticking with me all this time!!!! ✨o(TT0TT)o✨

[alma-berry]

Kit’s Secret Fire Message # 19

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Kit stared at the crowded mess in front of him and sighed a long, heavy sigh.

Thirteen scared, dirty and starved looking kids huddled together, barely touching but obviously drawing comfort from one another. Most of them cried when Kit woke them up, even though he tried to be as gentle as he knew how. With Mina, Kit didn’t have to try and earn her trust.. it was more the other way around. As much as he loved her, he was rather wary of forming any attachments to her when she was firstborn. He didn’t know if Jem and Tessa would still want him after they realized how much work raising a child will be.. not that Kit was an authority on the matter. Tessa had children before, but that was over a hundred years ago, she could possibly forget the nightly crying and feeding routines, and the amount of attention an infant demanded of its surroundings. But they never gave him a reason to doubt their love, and Mina never gave him a chance to go a foot away from her as soon as one of them entered a room.

Now the small group was hiding behind Ty, who was evidently trying to hide how uncomfortable that made him feel. Kit studied him more carefully and wondered if anyone else would have noticed Ty’s discomfort. It was clear to him in the way his fingers trembled at his sides, the small crease between his thick eyebrows and how he bit his lower lip every few seconds.. but he kept his general expression almost completely blank. His eyes kept darting between the kids and the darkness that led outside the hall.

He’s still scared, he doesn’t trust himself after what happened. The realization sent cold anger through Kit’s blood. Ty didn’t feel comfortable in these social situations, but he tried with the Eidolon demon that disguised itself as one of the children. He put himself in a vulnerable position so he would be able to protect the child, and when he turned out to be a goddamned shapeshifter from hell, Ty probably felt helpless; stripped out of his own powers, his ability to see what others couldn’t or wouldn’t, to deduce the unimaginable. He was a fighter betrayed by his most trusted weapon.

And Kit helped it happen. He could have been the mediator, talk to the child who wasn’t even a child and maybe let Ty do what he did best - detect. But he couldn’t risk the chance that he wouldn’t.. it wasn’t just his life on the line, it was thirteen other children’s, and Ty’s. Ty’s, the one person who’s life mattered the most.

Kit could feel the demonic energy in the room like it was a thick cloud surrounding them. It was palpable and absolutely unknown to him. Kit was fighting demons on a regular basis for almost three years, yet he never had this physical awareness of them that he had as soon as they entered the cave.

He knew what it meant, but his anger and frustration resented him for lingering on the realization. His powers were growing, evolving.. and his erratic feelings probably only increased it.

Ty’s deceptively calm voice shook him out of his revery.

“We should split.”

“What?” Kit’s voice was louder than he meant it to be, and some of the kids jumped, startled by his violent reaction.

“We have to get going, it’s not safe here, and-“

“What does it have to do with splitting?” Kit interrupted before Ty could finish his sentence. He was still agitated by the tired, haunted look on Ty’s face and he couldn’t care less about scaring off these kids. Some distant part of him knew he wasn’t acting like himself, that this unmanageable fury was wildly misdirected. He was surrounded by terrified children that got snatched out of their beds, their families, some of them even taken from hospitals. They were in a really bad shape as it was, and Kit’s behavior was making it a hundred times worse. He imagined the weight of Mina’s tiny hand in his and schooled his expression into a controlled absence.

Ty didn’t let any sign that he noticed Kit’s odd outburst. He was still fighting his own tangled emotions.

“We can’t risk running into the demons when the Kids are with us. We have to split. You will take them back where we came from and I will find the demons and-“

“No.”

Kit’s voice broke no arguments. He made it as firm and authoritative as he could, mimicking the rare moments he got to witness Jace being the mature, strong head-of-the-institute that he was in front of others. There was no way he was letting Ty go alone and face whatever was out there. The place reeked of demons, and Kit could still faintly feel the pulse of that energy he felt around the Eidolon demon.

“Why not?” Ty cocked his head, suddenly aware of Kit’s rigid posture.

“I’m not leaving you to go and get slaughtered by-“

“Kit!” Ty gasped in shock and quickly pursed his mouth to a tight frown. “I’m not a child, I’m more than capable of fighting whatever is out there.”

His voice was calm, almost detached, but Kit wasn’t fooled for a second. His patience was wearing thin, but he willed his voice to convey more than the shattered fear that boiled inside his veins by the thought of Ty leaving him.

“Ty, I’m not saying you’re not capable of fighting. I know full well what you can do, and I have absolute faith in you.” He took a deep breath before continuing his words, knowing what they meant and what Ty will make of them. He promised himself to be honest with Ty, and though he couldn’t give him the entire truth at the moment, he could at least give him this.

“It’s not you that I don’t trust, it’s me. I don’t trust that I won’t run straight back to you and leave them alone halfway. I don’t trust that I will be able to see you walk away from me without knowing that I will see you again. I don’t trust myself, so there’s no fucking way I’m leaving your side until we’re out of here.”

He was panting so hard he could feel raw pain in his lungs. The sheer panic and rage of his emotions made his head dizzy, but he couldn’t take his eyes away from Ty’s. He was looking at him like he hit him in the gut, the naked intensity and bewilderment made Kit’s heart drop to a numbing silence.

Finally, he was able to look away. He felt ashamed of his weakness, but couldn’t find it in himself to regret his words. He glanced at the shocked ensemble of children in front of him and muttered “Uh.. sorry for using that word. I’m American, we don’t have that much of a filter.”

“Okay.”

Ty’s voice was barely a whisper, and Kit looked up to find him standing dangerously close to him. His anger evaporated like it was never there at all, and he couldn’t remember the mechanics of breathing as Ty took Kit’s hand in his. It was warm and strong, and the reassurance in his eyes told Kit everything his words didn’t. He wasn’t looking at him, but everything about him said that he understood. He understood enough to give Kit what he needed, and it was the promise that he will stay.

It was a cruel sort of joke, that Kit would be the one unwilling to let Ty leave when he himself left him so long ago. The thought burned a bitter taste in his tongue, but it hardly mattered, not while Kit felt the steady pulse of Ty’s heartbeat through their joined hands. He squeezed Ty’s hand once, acknowledging his gesture, and turned to face the mob of kids that were gaping at them with a mix of fear and incredulity.

“Let’s get the hell out of here”.

**

The silence was so profound Kit felt like screaming just to break it. It was unbearable, the collective heavy breathing of all the small bodies that surrounded him melted to a jagged hum in his veins that grew louder with every passing minute.

They moved in unison, trading worried looks and hasty hand gestures as they tried to find their way back into the main entrance. Kit had a bad feeling, everything about this place felt off and bone-chilling. But something about the long corridors and vast clearings felt too foreign, too risky to keep for long.

It was clear they made a mistake on one turn or the other, he could tell by the lack of creepy mannequins or historical artifacts. They went in deeper than they meant to, and Kit wanted to put his fist through the wall for forgetting to mark their way when they first entered the caves. He was supposed to be the one with the mundane knowledge, as he couldn’t really expect Ty to know Hansel and Gretel and their trail of breadcrumbs.

He was bringing up the rear at the long walk through the narrow hall when the temperature dropped imperceptibly. If the feeling wasn’t familiar, Kit wouldn’t probably have noticed it.. but as it was, he stopped walking and whispered a low “Stop” that easily carried through to Ty.

It was only a few seconds before Kit could see her.

A young woman had solidified into a barely visible white in front of him. He didn’t have to ask who she was, he read the stories about the young woman who got murdered on the caves centuries ago, and while the mere suggestion of ghosts was enough to exhilarate the swarm of tourists that regularly visited the place, he for once, wasn’t excited. He was sure they would have felt the same if they could have seen the sunken, broken cheeks on her bloody face.

When he came to think of it, Kit was surprised she was the first ghost to appear to him. This place was so ancient it was almost inevitable to find more than one soul that got trapped in the circumstances of its death. Something about that thought, and about the livid fear in the ghost’s half translucent eyes made Kit’s voice pressed and somber as he understood what she was about to tell him.

“You’re too late, I know..”

Her eyes were infinitely sad, and Kit could only guess for how many years she was trapped in this cold, suffocating purgatory, wandering amongst the oblivious strangers.. whispering her story to those who could never hear it.

He felt his heart soften and harden with a quiet desperation.

“I’m sorry for what happened to you, and I’m sorry that you’re here. Thank you for warning us, and I hope that you’ll be able to find peace.”

He could barely hear his own voice but knew she could. With a tight nod, she disappeared into the feral darkness right beyond the reach of his witchlight.

Kit braced himself for the questioning eyes of his silent companions and sought out Ty’s tall figure amongst the crowd.

“They’re here, probably in the next room. We’re out of time.”

Ty’s eyes didn’t waver from Kit’s collar bones. There was a cool calmness to him that reminded Kit that after all, he was a Shadowhunter through and through. No matter the countless differences between Ty and every other Shadowhunter Kit had ever met, the steel in his silvery eyes held him upright, and quieted the beating of Kit’s heart.

Ty didn’t bother to mention the ghost, he understood and probably felt no need to state the obvious. He only nodded, lost in his own thoughts.

“We have to figure out a way to keep them here, and safe” Kit whispered.

Something dark glinted in Ty’s eyes and scanned through Kit’s weapons belt, and then his own.  

Kit held his breath, letting Ty figure out what was unraveling in his brilliant, beautiful mind. He needed Ty to know that he trusted him implicitly, that his earlier outburst was exactly what he said it was, and to repay him for staying by his side even though it made absolutely no sense.

Eventually, Ty straightened and whispered at Kit’s direction.

“I can make a Malachi Configuration. I know it would put us at a disadvantage for lack of weapons when we face the demons, but it’s the best option I can see. It would keep them safe, no demon will be able to touch the seraph blades. They will be safe until we’ll come to get them back.”

He was right, this was the best option they had. A Malachi Configuration will trap the children inside a cage and will stop them from running away as much as it would stop anyone else from entering it. Not even the other Shadowhunters could brake it, it would have to be the person who made it, to begin with.

Kit looked at Ty and thought about his earlier words, of how he planned to go and face the demons himself. It wasn’t something Ty would usually suggest because it was obviously a suicidal move. Ty was many things, brave and smart and far too kind for his own good, but he wasn’t self-sacrificing. Kit knew that it was only the encounter with the Eidolon demon that made him act this way, like he had to pay for his mistakes. No, this time, Kit will have to ensure Ty would come back.. because if he won’t there will be thirteen kids trapped in a seraphic mobile prison cell that Kit won’t know the first thing about how to brake. But that scenario wasn’t optional, not by a long-shot. Kit knew it wasn’t very Shadowhunter-y of him, they were an endangered species, after all.. but he couldn’t care less. He lost too much in his life to be able to entertain the thought of losing Ty.

Kit handed him two seraph blades, hilts first, and asked with a twisted smile “How many do you need?”

Kit explained to the small group of children what they were about to do, while Ty readied the Adamas made weapons in his hands. They had to do it quickly, for the sound of thrusting blades through the stone floor was bound to attract attention.. and if not that, then the chime-like sound symboling the lock of the configuration will probably do the trick. As soon as Kit got a firm and convincing promise from every single one of the children that they would not try to set a foot outside the lines he indicated, he stepped back and let Ty do his part.

At the first blade that speared the ground, Kit drew out another of the angel’s blades from his belt and whispered a name into the echoing thunder.

The noises grew louder on either side of the small passage, and he wished Ty would get it over with so they could leave this claustrophobic place.. he had no desire to fight off demons in a place so small. These corridors are made for scared, gullible tourists or secretive make-out sessions. He entertained the second thought for another moment of sweet, dazed sunlight until he realized the bright light in his eyes came from between the blades that marked the ground. With the sharp bell-like sound that indicated his work’s success, Ty turned to Kit. Sweat plastered the long bangs of his hair to his forehead, and Kit felt the tense throbbing of his heart, begging him for some kind of release.

Ty seemed to feel his tension and scanned him for any cause of his distress. When he found none, he searched his face for answers. Something must have given him away because Ty closed the small distance between them as if sensing Kit’s need for his closeness.

Kit stared at his boots, not daring to look up, but he didn’t step back. He knew he was endangering everything, everyone, by simply standing so close to Ty.. but he was so tired. Tired of keeping his distance, of trying to lock his feelings in a place they couldn’t hurt anybody but himself. Who was he kidding? He didn’t even manage to do that.. he wasn’t Will Herondale, and he didn’t want to be. He was Kit. He was the person Ty looked at with a violent blush in his cheeks and asked him to believe that he was the opposite of nothing to him. Kit knew what the opposite of nothing was, and even though it felt impossible to even imagine that he could be something to Ty, he couldn’t not feel the truth in it.

His heart was hammering thunderous beats as he reached a shaking hand and gripped the hem of Ty’s shirt, and pulled him closer.

They stood there, Kit still staring at their feet, barely an inch from touching. The softness of Ty’s breath on his forehead, the heat of his body, the smell of his sweat and skin and phantom touch pulsed through Kit like fire, threatening to bring him to his knees.

It took everything he had to walk away. Everything he was, every silent promise he ever made to his dead father, to his baby sister, to the damned endless night he had cursed for half his life, all sang through his unwilling ears. His legs were two leaded bricks, but he managed to take another step backward and breath the shattered remains of his desire.

He lifted his eyes cautiously, just to find them mirrored in Ty’s. He took him in, the white light that fell on his profile lit his sharp bones to an almost blinding outline of his features. Kit was mesmerized for a split second before he got swallowed by the darkness in Ty’s eyes. It held the same expression he knew his eyes must have had, all fire and loss and unbidden desperation. His lips parted by the force of Ty’s gaze, unwilling to release him.

It was the coiling crackle of a flame that finally broke them free. That, and the roaring sound of the crowd of demons headed straight their way.

[katsukikitten]

Majo - Dorm fun

"What are you doing?" Katsuki asks as he flops onto one of the sofas in the common room as you sit crossed legged at the low coffee table.

"Focusing." You almost bite back as you stare into the onyx orb, jotting down movements, thoughts and feelings in your meticulous script. A snort fills the room.

"Focusing in a room that's going to be filled in less than five minutes with fuck all annoying teenagers?" He mocks, "Brilliant plan dummy."

"Yes, it is brilliant. As it will help me to learn how to block people out." You say, eyes prying into a person's life. Their deepest darkest emotions set out before you like a menu.

"Tsk." He grabs for the remote next to your notebook staring along the way, "Does All Might know you're spying on him?"

He flips through the channels idly, remote resting on his stomach while crimson eyes read your scrupulous notes.

"Does it matter?" He hears the grin in your voice without seeing it. He can't help but smirk as you've gained much more confidence since dating him. Still he can't help but tease you.

"I guess not, but be prepared to tell all of class 1A what the hell he's doing in his free time. Especially that derpy Deku."

You wave your hand as if swiping away his words.

"Not everyone has prying eyes like you, Suki." You giggle and he rolls his eyes, "Plus everyone loves the movie you've just picked. No one will be interested."

"Ah okay. If you have notes on yourself in there be sure to jot down *delusional* ."

"Ha. Ha." You say dryly as you dig deeper. All Might stands on the black back drop in his smaller form, with little to no extra aura around him like the first time you saw him. You notate it as booming voices enter the dorm.

Though you cannot see it Katsuki smiles a bit devilishly. He is ready to see exactly how this plays out but will come to your rescue should you need it.

"NO, EIJI, its MY turn to pick the movie!" Mina yells, trying to elbow Kirishima who's currently muscling his way through the group.

"No, I called the dibs after class today. A very important and educational documentary on hero history is coming on that Midoriya and I would like to watch. You guys need to watch it. It will help with exams."

"Uuughhhh that's what SCHOOL is for Ida!" Kaminari comments, "Plus and I want to watch this live concert that they are telecasting from the US."

"Its been weeks since I've had a turn!" Uraraka pouts, "Momo and I have had to stay up so late to watch our recorded shows. And someone keeps deleting them!"

"M..maybe Uraraka can have our dibs Ida?" Miydoria asks shyly.

"According to the calander it's my turn. We are watching horror." Tokoyami states, "Right Asui?"

"Right!" She croaks.

Their voices grow louder as they approach, arguing pulling you from the silence that is All Might's room.

Arguing so loud it begins to drown out All Might's thoughts, leaving you only slightly flustered. You try to focus on the visual in hopes the 'audio' will return. He sips his tea, lounging at his desk and he replies to piled up fan mail idly, neglecting his teaching plans.

Teaching for dummies and a notebook borrowed from Aizawa sit open on his cluttered desk.

"I cannot keep focusing on Midoriya, though he is my protege. Bakugou needs my attention, emotionally. While Y/N, and all the others have such great potential I cannot let my...."

"I SAID ITS MY TURN NOW WHO SELECTED THIS MOVIE?!" Mina howls as she stands in the mouth of the archway. Katsuki holds up the remote to be seen as he growls.

"OI! The rule is first come first serve. Now make the fucking snacks would ya? I've caught you watching this movie a hundred times, what are you bitching for, Pinky?"

"I...I cannot believe you!" A whine but she storms into the kitchen, she pops her pink head out of the kitchen to add, "No one take MY corner of the couch."

"Uhh Ka...kaachan."

"What is it Deku?" True venom drips from your boyfriends kissable lips as he stares up at the emerald eye boy.

"Uhh Uraraka chan would love to be able to watch her show, it starts in a few minutes and..."

"And I don't give a shit." Katsuki glares up harshly at him through thick long lashes before Midoriya guides Urakaka to their usual spot on the couch, despite neither of them admitting their feelings for the other they sure do act like a couple.

"Hey Bakugo. Buddy. I know you're trying to see this fight with me. It will be ultra manly." Kiri says leaning over the couch to try to slip the remote away from his friend's steely grip. Only to be met with a small, almost harmless explosion, "HEY! Watch the hair dude. I'm still trying to hang out with Mina tonight."

"Yea sure, that is until she hears that you didn't try to get the remote for her." Sero teases sitting beside Shoji. He launches a string of tape that evaporates in a series of explosions. He curses to himself as he watches his half baked plan go up in flames.

Your patience runs thin as you push yourself, you half hoped that at least half of them would go to their dorms considering none of them were going to get that remote.

Still they argue, so much so they barely notice what you're doing.

"Hey Bakugo. Are you at least going to sit up?" Todoroki asks, purposefully sitting next to Momo, "Its rude to make your girlfriend sit on the floor."

"What Y/N? Why are you...Oh." Mina enters the room with a variety of snacks on a tray. She sets them down at the far end, peeking over your notebook.

She gasps, drawing even more attention on you as you try to ignore her, ignore them.

Katsuki watches you with heavy eyes, gauging your reaction. He knows he needs to be protective of you. You often push yourself too far and if you had an attack in front of all of your friends you'd never forgive yourself.

"ALL MIGHT?! DOES HE KNOW?!" She snatches the notebook and you try to swipe at her using your peripheral vision but fail.

The entire class is silent, only the commercial can be heard through the entire dorm.

"Mina has a strong acid quirk but needs more mental training. Where she is strong in tenacity she lacks focus." She reads from the notebook, "Wow rude. I am great at focusing."

She unknowingly knocks over Sero's soda as she plops next to Kirishima on the couch.

"Are these his personal notes? I've noticed you kinda adapt to their hand writing when you jot down their thoughts. It's....scary cool." Mina adds, yellow eyes scanning the page. The whole class, aside from Bakugo leans forward on their seats. A few even dropping from the sofa to be closer to you.

"Y...yes." You feel their eyes, their hunger to hear about themselves from their idol. You've never felt their stares with such intensity before, almost nearing close to the weighted gaze of your boyfriend.

None weigh as heavy as his. Though Midoriya's is pretty close right now.

A shiver runs along your spine as it always does when the full twenty set of eyes is on you.

Maybe this was a bad idea? Your cheeks redden just a bit as their thoughts creep to you despite your focus on All Might.

"What does he think about me? Is he proud? Am I doing him justice? Am I doing one for all justice? Will I disappoint him? Will his notes be more negative than positive? Will.."

"Midoriya." Your voice is ever soft yet dark. Katsuki growls inwardly never liking Deku's name to leave your lips.

Those lips are for his name only.

"Midoriya." You say again, you can feel a nose bleed coming on as you fight the darker side of your power. It would be easy to slip into his skin. To flay his mind and bend it to your will through manipulation since he is leaving himself so open, "You might as well be screaming in my face with how loud you're thinking."

His face burns bright red, he goes to open his mouth to say sorry but all you hear is his mind.

"What does it say about me?!"

"He hasn't looked at your notes today for me to know." You say, finally snatching the notebook from Mina without breaking your concentration.

The class shares a look while Katsuki sits up before sliding directly next to you.

"You okay, my enchantress?" He projects the thought like you taught him and it drowns out all the backround noise. You take a sharp inhale before nodding. You smooth your notebook.

"Stop staring." You hiss, "Stop being quiet go back to talking."

But no one offers a word to one another. Bakugou begins to hand out death stares before Kiri pipes up.

"So Mina, the upcoming exams. Think you're gonna need a study partner?"

"OMFG PLEASE PLEASE SAY YOURE OFFERING YOURSELF TO ME EIJI AAAAHHH." You hear Mina scream in her mind. You push it away, leaning closer to Katsuki.

There is something about his intensity that is grounding, most likely because it is a consistent hum. His walls are always up and his will is awe worthy. A nice way of saying how stubborn he is.

All Might types a text to Azawai asking about his dinner plans. He has a lot to discuss, especially Y/N's potential.

"Its crazy she got two proheros who have great will power to lose their tempers in front of all their students. How did she evoke that intense anger? Anger I hadn't felt since..."

You stop writing, suddenly something pulls at your thoughts. At your focus on the black backdrop pulling you into the middle of conciousness. Your heart races as you follow the the sound.

A tune being whistled.

You near ever closer to a dark room as an old bed and cracked mirror begin to fill the space.

A tune you seemed to have forgotten until it dredges up bad memories.

Your rapid breathing becomes audible, you feel Katsuki's hands move to grab your face to pull you out but you hold onto his wrists with such a grip he might bruise.

You know this whistle, its haunted your deepest nightmares as you've lived it.

"Ah there you are little majo. I knew you'd come when I called like a good girl." You know that voice as you're sucked into the dimly lit room with a man much too familar. Though he seems off as his dead eyes stare into the mirror. Doing the same trick he would do while keeping you locked in the dark, seeing how far your mind could wander.

Like a fucked up game of hide and seek.

Your nose bleeds as you stare into a face you could never forget, even if you worked yourself.

You should know. You tried.

"I have a new boss now. He's a good guy pays well." He starts as if you actually give a shit, "I need you to do something for me."

"Go fuck yourself." You growl and its audible in the room you sit in.

You do not hear Katsuki yell for everyone to leave. He's never heard your voice dip so low.

So dark and threatening.

They all leave wide eyed, especially when he explodes the can of soda in Mina's hand when she refuses. Kiri practically swings her over his shoulder to high tail it to his dorm room.

"Y/N." Katsuki whispers in your ear but you do not hear and hold fast onto his wrists. He struggles to free himself from your tiny hands.

"That is not how you speak to your father little witch." A snarl so low, he jumps to stand and you flinch out of habit. Many years were spent in a dark closet, all by his threatening hands.

It is a wonder you are not blind. He laughs at your movement. Your heart pounds into your throat.

"Now listen. Stop being such a selfish bitch and help your old man out. My new boss is a powerful man. I promised him I could do some brainwashing. Some...rearranging on both human and none humans. You need to come to me now. It's going to be a great job. You'll even get to bend the mind of a student there." His smile turns manic.

"You know I can't control anyone." Voice still icy cold as you speak. Eyes beginning to fill with tears of blood as you focus on his shattered mind. One of the few you cannot work.

"Ah ah ah. I feel you poking and prodding. You have to remember that you got your power from MY WIFE." He yells slamming his fist into the mirror, blood drips from his knuckles as four sets of his eyes stare at you.

You yelp while his laugh echoes in the dingy room. You shake, scared, angry.

Broken.

How could this happen?

How could he still summon you?

But most importantly how did he get out of jail?

"Stop trying to sound so tough. I know your limitations. I know the temptation of your curse. My beautiful wife's was very similar, she told me everything. You parasite, you can worm your way into thoughts. Move something here, replace something there. Boom they've bent to your will. Just like you did to your mother and now look what's happened." He gestures to the empty room riddled with needles and rotting take out, "She's left us both to care for one another."

"Now don't let my wife's death be in vain."

"You...you're the one who..." You're shaking so hard, your quirk amplifying as you subconsciously try to force your way into his mind.

"I what? You're just as guilty. You planted the idea of a forced entry in to the very seasoned detective..." He shrugs his shoulders and you scream.

"YOU MADE ME. YOU FUCKING MADE ME." Items fly across the living room as your voice goes raw and youre hardly able to catch your breath.

Your father stands and does something he's never been able to do before, he grabs onto your throat in your conciousness. His eyes glow when before he was quirkless, only being able to summon you through fear.

He squeezes and the bruise appears on your physical body. Crimson eyes widen with worry, with furry.

"H..how?" You choke.

"I told you my new boss was a pretty good guy." He laughs, nails digging into tender flesh. Drawing scarlet half moons, you gasp, eyes watering with tears and blood.

"Y/N!" A whisper.

Seconds stretch into what feels like hours.

"You've got three days to find me." He snarls, "No hints this time either. If you don't. Well let's just say you don't want me to find you."

"Y/N!!!" Katsuki appears on the black drop beside you, eyes burning with hot rage. This is a fight of wills he may not win. Fear grips you as you watch your father look over your shoulder. You act quickly as you push yourself plucking the darling image of your Bakugou from your father's brain as you send Katsuki flying back to the living.

His eyes widen with an emotion you've never seen him wear before.

Fear.

So deeply rooted in your Father's eyes you wonder if this is all a dream. That you'll wake up any second. But as with all emotion with him, it is fleeting.

"I see you've found your soul mate." He leans in closely to add "Do not let me remember them or their death will be slower than your mother's. Three days."

With that he slams you into the floor of consciousness shoving you back in to your body as you claw at your throat.

Your eyes water as you see Katsuki. Shaking sobs rack your body as you scream into his throat.

"NEVER FOLLOW ME AGAIN!" Its hoarse and raw with emotion, so much so that Katsuki stiffens. He runs soothing circles onto your back as you come undone in front if him. Repeating over and over again into his tear soaked neck.

"I can't let him remember. I can't let him remember."

A/N Oops I dont know why I wrote this but here have it. It was originally supposed to be like a cute slice of life AU for Majo but I'm finding out I dont work that way.

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Broken Masks- Chapter 1: First Cracks

Synopsis: 

Midoriya Izuku was a strange kid. Shouta would be the first to tell people, the kid was reckless and made it his mission to break every bone in his body with the same intensity as his love of heroes. He mumbled more than he seemed to actually talk and when he did, Midoriya seemed to always want to say more, but never did. Overall, Shouta was fine with his strangeness, recklessness could be tamed provided good teaching and training. With Izuku, it would be easier than most. The kid was dedicated to a fault, he had a strong set of morals which made him first in most things that mattered; always the first to offer a hand, always the first to cheer on others, always the first to help. But there was something else that Shouta couldn't shake; something in the way Midoriya scanned a room before entering, the way his eyes seemed to dissect a stranger seconds after meeting them, and something about the way he always seemed seconds away from asking for help.

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*Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25544242/chapters/61981285*  

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Midoriya Izuku was a strange kid. Shouta would be the first to tell people, the kid was reckless and made it his mission to break every bone in his body with the same intensity as his love of heroes. He mumbled more than he seemed to actually talk and when he did, Midoriya seemed to always want to say more, but never did. But overall, Shouta was fine with his strangeness, recklessness could be tamed provided good teaching and training. With Izuku, it would be easier than most. The kid was dedicated to a fault, he had a strong set of morals which made him first in most things that mattered, always the first to offer a hand, always the first to cheer, always the first to help.

Inside the classroom, Midoriya was just as dedicated and little trouble. He was an excellent student eager to learn and a borderline obsessive note-taker. He asked questions that made his teachers run to Nedzu for help and wrote papers more in-depth than needed. 

Overall, Midoriya was a good kid, but none of that was what made him strange. Something about the way Midoriya scanned a room before fully entering, the way he jumped when someone moved too fast around him, or the way his round innocent eyes would suddenly sharpen when someone stepped too close. The skittishness, the need to find an escape was what made Shouta watch Midoriya a little more closely. This is why he noticed when Midoriya’s schoolwork began to slip when Midoriya seemed more focused on scanning the room then paying attention to his friends.

Normally incomplete or late assignments would slip his radar; after all, Mina and Kaminari liked to push their ability to put off their work, but with Midoriya it sent alarm bells in his head. The in-depth analysis Shouta enjoyed reading after the work of his other students no longer appeared barely reaching the requirements of the assignments. And with every passing day, Midoriya’s work seemed to get worse and worse as he seemed more concerned with looking out the window than class.

Despite the apparent lack of interest in school, Midoriya seemed more reluctant to leave school grounds. Multiple times Shouta would spot Midoriya in the library working on the little work he did do. There was something off about this, though. If anyone asked about home, about why he tried to stay late, Midoriya would grow restless and find an excuse to leave. Stress slithered around the boy like snakes and only seemed to tighten every day.

It all concerned Shouta, but it was Midoriya’s overall mood, no matter how wide the kid smiled it never seemed to reach his eyes anymore. Midoriya had a natural, excessively emotional side that constantly bordered on crying, but with each passing day, it seemed like he forgot that’s how he was meant to act. When Bakugou snapped at him, Midoriya would blink at him before slipping into his usual nervous nature.

Laying in his yellow sleeping bag, Shouta watched his class mingle before class completely unnoticed by his students. He was fine with that, it let him learn how his class interacted, let him know who he should push together in training, but overall, it let him catch little interaction his kids would rather he didn’t see. Like how Mina wandered around the room trying to answers for the English assignment due next period or how Tokoyami let Uraraka stick a flower in between his feathers, or the way Bakugou kept glancing back at Midoriya with an unreadable expression before looking away when someone looked at him.

Shouta wiggled around to get a better view of the strange behavior. Bakugou glanced back once Mina had moved to her next victim, his eyes following Midoriya’s expressive hand gestures very reminiscent of Iida. Shouta scowled and leaned forward to watch Midoriya as he used his whole body to talk to Iida and Todoroki.

There was nothing off about it, sure the three seemed closer after the Hosu incident, but the way Bakugou kept glaring at Midoriya made him keep watching. Todoroki laughed at Midoriya’s wild gestures and Iida took over, waving his arms similar to Midoriya. Midoriya smiled at his friends but paused to glance back at Bakugou almost like he knew he was being watched. Interesting.

The sharp gaze Midoriya gave Bakugou made the breath catch in Shouta’s thought. That wasn’t like Midoriya. Bakugou seemed unfazed by it and returned the glare before he glanced down to Midoriya’s hands. Shouta followed the gaze, barely catching the dark bruises on his wrist before Midoriya tugged his sleeve down. Nothing about that interaction was right, not even the sheepish smile Midoriya gave Bakugou before looking back at his friends.

Bakugou huffed and looked away, bristling. Shouta watched Midoriya whose smile seemed a little less genuine as he responded to Iida, his wild gestures more subdued than before, far more cautious to keep his sleeves from riding up.

With a sign and a promise to investigate after class, he stood and watched his class scatter to their desks. He cracked his neck and with a sigh, he started class.

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“Midoriya,” Aizawa snapped, making him jump and drop his pencil, “Do you find my lessons boring?”

“N-no, Sir,” Izuku replied, twitching with emotion. He kept his eyes locked on his teacher, too afraid to look at any of his classmates. They’re judging you. No there not, they’re my friends. But are they? Stop it. 

Aizawa scowled at him, his eyes searching for something before he looked back to the board. You’ve messed up. Stop. “Pay attention. If I catch you dozing off again…” He let the threat hang and Izuku held back a tired sigh as he bent down to grab his pencil.

A warm hand brushed against his wrist making him jerk back. You’re drawing attention to yourself. Angry red eyes glared at him and with an angry huff, Bakugou slapped his pencil on his desk. He waited for some sort of insult or curse and when it didn’t come, his mind began to insert it’s own.

Idiot. Stop. You’re weak. Stop. You’re wasting space for someone better. Stop!

Noticing Aizawa looking at him again, Izuku snatched his pencil and scribbled down the notes on the board. Make your notes. He grit his teeth and jotted down notes of his classmate to add to his notebooks later. 

It was difficult to stay focused, and as much as he tried, Izuku could not get his brain to settle for more than a few seconds at a time. School was what he looked forward to every day, yet he couldn’t even pay attention to it. Wasted space. Stop. You’re wasting this opportunity. Stop. Not even doing what you were meant to. Stop! If you spill. Stop. They’ll hate you. Stop. Attack you. Stop! 

Shaking his head, Izuku tried to focus on the board, trying to push back the intrusive thoughts. But the further he pushed, the more aggressively they pushed back. They’ll attack you. Stop. How will you get out? He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Don’t think like that, you don’t need to think like that. They were his friends. But are they? Stop. 

The bell rang making him jump and drop his pencil again. He sighed, thankful for the thoughts to be gone. The class clambered out of their seats as the slow murmur of voices filled his mind as he tried not to think of anything. 

He stared blankly at his notes, trying to make sense of the words he’d written barely a minute ago. He couldn’t even remember writing them. 

He rose and moved to follow his friends out the door, but a familiar warm hand around his wrist held him back. You’re slipping. Izuku turned around to stare at Bakugou as the remaining class filtered out. 

“Did he get out?” Bakugou asked, looking far more concerned than he should. Slipping. Stop. He’s noticed you’re weak. Stop.

Izuku shook his head and Bakugou visibly relaxed, his grip loosening, but not letting him go. “Thank fucking God.”

Don’t tell anyone. Stop. Don’t give them power over you. Stop. He glanced away from Bakugou’s eyes. Too concerned. You don’t deserve that. Stop. “He wants to talk though,” Izuku whispered. Why’d you tell him! Stop it.

Bakugou kicked a chair letting it clatter to the ground before exploding, “You can’t be considering it! That fucker doesn’t deserve shit after what he did to you!”

“No,” Midoriya lied but couldn’t help but add on, “I don’t want to see him, but I can’t make the thoughts go away anymore.”

“Did you tell Inko?” Why was he worried? Stop. Did he notice something? Does he know something?

He nodded.

“Should the old hag stop in?”

“No!” Izuku snapped. Too loud, too fast. Stop. Your mask is slipping again. I know! “Sorry, sorry, she doesn’t have to. It’s fine, I’m handling it.”

There was a pause as Bakugou glared at Izuku’s exposed wrist. “Did she cause the bruises?”

“No,” Izuku whispered.

Bakugou huffed and finally, finally, let go. Quickly, Izuku tugged his sleeve down and tucked his hands behind his back, away from prying eyes. “Come on, nerd. Round face is going to be on my ass if we’re any later.”

Izuku nodded and let Bakugou lead him to the door, but before opening the door, he growled, “And put your fucking Deku mask back on, you’re fucking friends will get suspicious.”

He froze. He knows.  

“Of course I noticed, dumbass,” Bakugou glanced back at him, “You honestly think I didn’t notice the way you tore apart the bullies at our old school or the way you continuously made everyone target you?”

“I-i-i don’t know what y-your talking about,” Izuku mumbled.

Bakugou hummed, “Of course you don’t, Deku. The old hag wanted me to tell you to come by tonight since she heard Inko took a night shift. Apparently, she thinks we’re still friends.”

Izuku couldn’t stop a huff of laughter as he slipped past Bakugou into the hallway. “Thanks, but my mom’s boyfriend is staying over tonight.”

“Again?” Bakugou stopped walking, but Izuku pretended not to notice his eyes burning into his back as. “Don’t you think they’re moving a bit too fast?”

Izuku glanced back at Bakugou and gave him a small tired smile. “It’s not my place to say.” With that, he walked away, listening to Bakugou hurriedly fall into step behind him.

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“Shooooota!” Hizashi shouted, slamming the door of the teacher’s lounge open, “You’re children are monsters!”

Shouta sighed, setting his pen to watch the display in front of him. “They’re not mine.”

“Yes they are,” Nemuri drawled, tossing a crumpled paper at him which he quickly caught, “You call them yours all the time, stop denying it.”

He forced himself not to sigh again and turned back to Hizashi. “What did they do now?”

Hizashi threw himself on the couch and draped himself over the edge. “Apparently, Bakugou threatened Midoriya after your class, but both refused to talk about it to their friends.”

“And?”

“And,” Hizashi said, sitting straight, “Bakugou decided to snap at Uraraka for asking about it before my class and, my God, Gunhead did that girl a world of good, but that does not give her the right to threaten to ‘throw hands’ at Bakugou.”

“Sounds rather tame,” Shouta said, preparing to go back to his paperwork, Nedzu was going to kill him if he was late with it.

“It would have been,” Hizashi stood and began to pace, throwing his hands in the air with every word, “But then Todoroki decided to get involved.” Oh shit. “And you know how those two are, I think my hair is scorched. You know what the worst part is, Iida didn’t even try to intervene!”

Shouta snorted just imaging Iida casually leaning back in his chair with his arms folded with a casual smirk as his friend ganged up on Bakugou.

“He just sat there and watched,” Hizashi continued with noticing Shouta’s outburst, “And, apparently, if Iida doesn’t step in, it means everyone can fight even though I made it very clear they couldn’t. Midoriya was the one to finally calm them down, but I swear that kid was seconds away from breaking his fingers to stop those two from burning down the school, and it took a lot of convincing to get Uraraku to let Kaminari off the ceiling.”

Nemuri snorted, “I would have loved to see that.”

“No, no, no,” Hizashi stormed up to her and stuck a finger in her face, “You can’t say that. It was hell. There was so much tension in my class after that. Everyone was just glaring at one another. I don’t even think anyone but Midoriya took any notes.”

Shouta hummed, finishing up the paper in front of him, “Sounds pretty normal.”

“Are you kidding?” He hummed again as Hizashi continued pacing. “How do you handle them? Like, all of them are insane. Even Midoriya seems weird, even though he was the only one trying to calm the situation.”

“Speaking of Midoriya,” Shouta mumbled, cutting Hizashi's tantrum off. With the silence as his hint to continue, he did, “Have either of you noticed anything different about Midoriya?”

“He has been breaking fewer bones as of late,” Nemuri joked, “but no, nothing out of the ordinary.”

“Something’s off,” he said, “I overheard a conversation between him and Bakugou this morning.”

“Overheard?” Nemuri smirked, turning to stare at him, “Or eavesdropped?”

He coughed when Hizashi laughed and threw the crumpled paper back at Nerumi. “I can not tell you what I learned.” That shut them up. Shouta smirked and sighed, “I think there’s something going on with Izuku’s family life and Bakugou seems to be in the know.”

“Want to elaborate?”

“Not sure yet,” Shouta sighed and collected his papers before standing, “But I think he’s being abused or at least neglected. There are bruises on his wrists.”

Hizashi tapped his chin in thought, “Now that I think about it, the little listener did seem to tug on his sleeves a lot, but I didn’t see any bruises.”

“I don’t know much,” Shouta sighed, “but I’m going to go talk to Nedzu about this before classes are over to figure out how we should address this, but I would appreciate it if you two let me know if you notice anything.”

Nerumi hummed in response, nailing Shouta in the back of the head with the crumpled paper.

Hizashi groaned, “Shit, I forgot about the paperwork Nedzu wanted. Could you drag out your little talk so I have time to do it?” Shouta glared at him at the doorway thoroughly unimpressed and without a word he walked out, taking great pleasure in the indignant squawk that followed him out.

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He was hovering. Izuku knew he would after this morning, but it didn’t mean he liked it. He could feel Katsuki staring all throughout training, hell, Bakugou let himself get kicked in the face because he was so focused on him. He knew Bakugou only meant well, but it didn’t keep his skin from crawling. The constant eyes watching him kept pulling him back to that time. Because you deserve it, stop! There were too many eyes on him. Just like at home. Stop!

He was only worried. He shouldn’t be. Izuku needed to calm down. But the longer Katsuki stared, the more people started to stare. He was good at faking, good at hiding behind his masks, but with so many cracks, he wasn’t sure if it could hold up.

While tugging off his boots, Kirishima was the one to bring it up. “Yo, Midoriya.”

Even though he knew he was behind him, knew he would talk, Izuku still jumped. Quickly standing to give Kirishima a wide grin, before glancing at the lockers behind him, “Sorry, am I in your way?” Good, evade. Stop. Let them believe your lies. Stop!

“No, not at all,” He rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish grin, “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Bakugou has been glaring a hole in your head all day, I’m sure you noticed.”

Izuku tugged at his gloves, pretending he was trying to get them off. “Yeah, I noticed. I accidentally cut him off on the way to school this morning. I think he’s still mad about it.”

“That’s rough,” he pat his shoulder, “Sorry about him, but at least he’s not trying to kill you like usual. Maybe the internship calmed him down a bit.”

“Maybe.” He trailed off.

Not giving him anything else, Kirishima gave Izuku a blinding smile. “I’ll see you in class then, don’t take too long or Uraraku will think Bakugou threatened you again.”

Izuku forced himself to chuckle as Kirishima bounded out the door with Kaminari on his heels. Finally alone, Izuku closed his eyes and took a long deep breath. Hide behind that smile, it’ll make people underestimate you. Stop!

“Oi, Deku!” Katsuki’s harsh voice made him jump, startled by how close he was. How did he get so close? You’re slipping. Stop!

“Oh, hey, Kacchan,” Izuku forced a timid smile on his face. Almost done, keep your mask together until you get home.

“Drop the act, nerd, we’re alone.”

He scanned the room, noticing they were, in fact, alone. He sagged, sinking into the bench to tug his custom off. “You’re slipping,” Katsuki said, taking a seat next to him, “I can see it in your smiles. How the others haven’t caught on I have no idea.”

“They have no other reasons to believe otherwise.” You’re a liar. Stop! They won’t trust you if you slip. Stop!

“Stop it,” Katsuki growled as he slapped the back of Izuku’s head, “I can hear your fucking thoughts from here.”

“Sorry.”

“Izuku,” His name made him look up, “You go to a school with a dozen pro heroes, he can’t touch you here.”

He shook his head again and slipped his shirt on before finally removing his gloves. He could feel Bakugou’s eyes on his wrists. He’s judging. Stop! He’s disgusted with your weakness. Stop!

Katsuki sighed, “She’s buying food, right?”

He nodded. 

“Was it her boyfriend?” The eyes, too many eyes were looking at the bruises. You’re weak. Stop. You mess everything up. Stop! Weak. Stop! Quirkless. Stop! Worthless. Stop! He’s only being nice because he’s scared of you. Stop!

Warm hands clapped against his cheeks and Izuku stared wide-eyed at concerned red eyes. Red eyes, so much better than green. He took a shaky breath, his lunges rattling with the effort and when he spoke it came out more of a breath of air then words. “I can’t.”

“Okay,” he nodded and pulled his hands away, “okay.” He’s pitying you. Stop! Pitying because you’re weak. Stop! Useless. Stop it!

His phone buzzed next to him. Bakugou rolled his eyes and straightened to shove his hands in his pockets. “I’ll wait outside, just hurry. I don’t want to deal with round face again today.”

“Scared?” Izuku joked, feeling his Deku mask peel off as he gave him a wicked grin. 

“I’ll be outside, Deku,” Katsuki said, stressing the nickname.

Izuku sighed and rested his head on the lockers, only with another buzz of his phone had him looking down. He ignored the first text and opened the group chat that kept going off.

 Sleepy-Cat: Hey Izu up for going to that cafe with us after class?

Tech-Cat: you alive? did Kaaaachan finally get to you?

Sleepy-Cat: I doubt it that would be school news.

Sleepy-Cat: I would imagine Nedzu getting on the intercom and cheerfully saying attention all students, one dumbass just ended the life of an equally big dumbass who refuses to answer his friends.

Tech-Cat: pffff

Sleepy-Cat: Izuuuuuuu!!!!!

Sleepy-Cat: Answer me!!!!!!

 Izuku smiled, letting a real laugh escape him but forcing himself to be quiet. 

 Confused-Cat: Sorry guys just finished training. I can’t today because I have to go straight home, my mom’s working again. Sorry.

Sleepy-Cat: Damn

Tech-Cat: shes alwaaaaaays working

Tech-Cat: thats dumb you could always lie and say you had to stay late

Sleepy-Cat: I don’t encourage what she’s saying but…

Sleepy-Cat: You could do that.

Confused-Cat: You know I can’t lie.

Tech-Cat: true

Tech-Cat: but one day I will kidnap you

Tech-Cat: just to make sure you can actually exist outside of school

Sleepy-Cat: pffft

Sleepy-Cat: You know she’s right.

Confused-Cat: Whatever, I’m heading to class now. Don’t text me.

Tech-Cat: :)

Sleepy-Cat: Mei, no.

Tech-Cat: >:)

 Izuku rolled his eyes and made sure his phone was off before standing. 

God, he was tired, but he couldn’t stop feeling guilty for how disrespectful he must have come off to Mr. Aizawa this morning. It would be best to apologize before going home; afterall, he didn’t want Aizawa to be upset with him more than he probably was. With the promise to hunt down Mr. Aizawa after class, Izuku walked out. He headed to the door and pretended to place a mask over his eyes to remind himself to smile. Smile. 

“Let’s go, nerd,” Bakugou huffed, storming off.

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Turns out, Shouta didn’t need to hunt Midoriya down after class. At the end of the day, he found Midoriya fidgeting outside his class door. “Do you need something, Midoriya?” He asked as he pretended to straighten his papers.

“I-” he started, “Sorry. I wanted to apologize for what happened in class this morning. It was very disrespectful to you.”

Shouta hummed, “You’ve been rather distracted as of late.”

Midoriya bowed. “I’m sorry. I’ll work harder to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

When Shouta sighed, he watched the way the kid’s shoulders tensed and took a small step like he was ready to bolt. “Come in here for a minute,” Aizawa said as he set his papers down. “We need to talk.”

After a moment of hesitation, Izuku walked further into the classroom, up to his teacher’s desk. He heaved a quiet sigh through his nose. Shouta could tell be the way Midoriya’s fingers trailed along the edge of door, he did not want to stay longer than he needed to. “Is everything okay, Midoriya?”

“I’m fine!” The reply came too quickly, and the room took on an unnatural stillness as Shouta observed his student. The uneasy static was back, this time more suffocating than usual as Midoriya’s hand reached for his phone with a look of horror right as it went off. Neither moved as Midoriya’s phone rang letting the sense of unease settle around them. 

With a quiet sigh, Shouta leaned back and waited for the phone to stop before saying, “You haven’t been yourself lately.” He watched Midoriya intensely, trying to find any hints in the boy’s behavior. Unlike usual, Midoriya didn’t shrink away from his intense glare instead it felt like the kid didn’t even notice it. Or, more likely, was choosing to ignore it.

Midoriya let out a nervous chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck, Shouta’s eyes following the path of the boy’s hand hoping to see the bruises more closely.

As if noticing, Midoriya lowered his hand and casually tucked it out of his view. “I’m not sure what you m-mean, sir.”

“You don’t seem as happy.”

“I’m fine,” Izuku repeated with a nervous smile, “I guess I’m just a bit more tired this week, but it’s okay. I’m working on it.”

Shouta nodded, watching the boy’s nervous fidgeting, and chose to take a more direct approach. “I’ve heard you’ve been having difficulties at home.”

And there it was. Midoriya stiffened and stared wide eye at him for a split second before returning to his usual nervous fidgeting. The change was fast, almost unnoticeable but Shouta caught it. Something definitely wasn’t right.

“I guess you could say that,” Midoriya trailed off into a whisper. He straightened his tie and gave Shouta dazzling smile before continuing, “My mom’s been working a bit more than usual which can be a bit stressful at times, but it’s okay, we’re figuring something out”

Too forced, too scripted. “Where does she work?” Pretending like he bought Midoriya’s shpeal, he decided to get more information. Maybe if he continued this line of questioning, he could learn something to get Nedzu to let him run an investigation instead of just watching.

“She’s a nurse at a nearby hospital. With the increased crime in the area, she’s had to take a lot more night shifts than usual, but I think she enjoys it.”

“Are you home alone a lot then?”

Izuku shuffled his feet and found something very fascinating with something on the ceiling. “I mean, I guess. It’s really not that big of a deal plus her boyfriend or a neighbor will stay over if she knows she’s going to be gone all night.”

Shouta scowled at the underlying bitterness he heard when Midoriya mentioned the boyfriend. “Do you get along well with him?”

Midoriya rubbed his wrist. “Yeah, he’s pretty nice.” 

“Are your wrists alright, Midoriya?”

“Of course.” He yanked his hand away as if the question had burned him. Shouta’s scowl deepened, something was very very wrong.

“I’ve just noticed you’ve been rubbing them a lot today. If you’re injured, you should go to Recovery Girl even if the injury isn’t school-related. 

Midoriya tugged at his sleeve and gave him a smile that was obviously fake. “I’m fine, sir. Thank you for your concern.”

When Midoriya didn’t drop his smile at a moment of silence, Shouta sighed and bent down to scribble something down. “Is that all, sir?” Midoriya asked as he shuffled to the door, he phone going off again, “My mom’s probably worried where I am, I should probably get going.”

The boy turned to leave and Shouta could only watch as he opened the door. Midoriya turned around and bowed, “I’m sorry again for this morning.”

Shouta waved him off, “It’s fine, just don’t let it happen again.” He stared down at the phone number he’d scribbled down on a small piece of paper and bit his lip. Just watching be damn, he hurried to the door. “Midoriya.” 

The kid froze as he approached and turned to look at Shouta with an expression he couldn’t quite decipher. Handing the paper out to his student, he said, “In case you need anything.”

“I’m fine,” Midoriya repeated, looking everywhere but at him. Even with his insistence, he took it without a word or any other indication, “but thank you got your concern.”

“It’s my job, kid,” he said, finally catching a proper look at Midoriya’s wrist, “ but if you’re ever not fine, you can tell me, I’ll help.” 

Midoriya nodded and used his head to gesture to the end of the hall. “I should get going.” Shouta nodded, but neither of them moved. The kid glanced at him like he wanted to say more, but with one more phone call, Midoriya bowed to Shouta again and walked away.

“Eraser,” Bakugou growled behind him, “We need to talk.”

He raised an eyebrow and Bakugou didn’t even give him room to speak as he stormed into the classroom. “I saw you give Izuku your number.”

Shouta’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline, so shocked by hearing Bakugou call Midoriya anything other than an insult that he didn’t even register the implication of eavesdropping.

“You’re suspicious,” Bakugou growled, turning around once Shouta had shut the door, “Good. Whatever you suspect, you’re right.”

“Bakugou,” he started, but Bakugou steamrolled over him.

He aggressively ran his hand through his hair. “That shitstain has fucking rope burns on his wrist for fuck sake. I have no fucking clue what’s going on at home, but whatever it is, it’s hurting him.”

“What are you implying?” Shouta pushed. He needed to know everything he could and if Bakugou gave him enough probable suspicion, he could actually do something other than giving Midoriya his number.

“I’m implying, you bastard,” Bakugou snapped before taking a deep breath to calm himself, “that Deku didn’t have those fucking bruises on his wrist yesterday and he sure as hell didn’t get them from training. Just do your damn job, I may hate the bastard, but he’s still my fucking friend.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened almost startled by what he said before he glared at Shouta. “If you fucking tell anyone I said that, I don’t give a damn if you’re a pro, I will end you.” Bakugou sighed, his shoulders sagging with unseeable weight making Shouta wonder just how long Bakugou’s been watching Midoriya. “Fuck.”

Shouta was not expecting any of that. He took a moment to process what Bakugou had said, possible abuse, and by what he overheard yesterday, neglect. He nodded, “I’ll open an investigation, thank you for telling me.”

Bakugou nodded and turned to leave but paused. “You’ve noticed it too,” Bakugou asked, “his eyes?”

He turned and left, leaving Shouta alone. His eyes? Shouta thought back, thinking about all the time he noticed something was off about Midoriya. He thought about how it always seemed at the most random times when he’s laughing with his friends when he’s about to get punched in the face during training, but without a doubt, it was always when no one else was looking. Midoriya’s eyes would scan the area and seem to dissect those around him. Bakugou was right. Shouta did notice, notice the eyes that seemed to know much more than he let on.

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Title: What We Lack Part 12 Pairing:  Kacchako, Deku/Melissa, Todomomo Rating: T Word Count: 4,429 Read on Ao3 Summary:  

Quirkless.

They’re the last people anyone expects to have a child without a quirk.

Neither of them can fully wrap their heads around it, but Ochako knows Katsuki is struggling far more than her.

Thank you to @its-love-u-asshole for beta-ing

Full fic under the cut

Adjusting his tie in the mirror, Yuuta glanced over how the U.A. suit fit him. It was clean and fresh, ironed out by his mother. She told him he should keep it looking nice if possible, but he wasn’t sure if he would actually remember to do that. With how much work and training they would have to do, ironing out his suit was a low priority, but for now, he was pleased with how it looked.

He’d seen pictures of his parents in their uniforms plenty of times, but for some reason he felt dorky wearing his. He definitely didn’t look as classy as his mother or father.

First day of school, and he was excited to see who his teacher would be. He also wondered what class would be like; would they be active, or spend most of their time in the classroom? He glanced down at his phone, three messages blinking across the screen.

[Text from: Mom]: Good luck today, Yuuta!

[Text from: Dad]: You're going to do amazing. We're so proud.

He couldn't help but smile at the two texts from his parents. He sent loving texts back, and he hoped Arata did the same. He didn't understand why Arata had been so intense lately, but he couldn't keep trying to figure it out, not when he had school to worry about.

There was a knock on the door and Yuuta jumped. "J-Just a second!" He grabbed his bag and tucked his phone into his pocket, immediately running to go open it.

Shouhei was leaning against the wall, tapping at his phone. "You ready?" he smirked, looking at Yuuta. He couldn't help but blush, partially because he knew Shouhei was looking at him, but also because Shouhei himself looked far better in the suit than Yuuta did!

"Mhm!" he nodded, smiling at his boyfriend. He glanced down at Shouhei's hands; were they supposed to hold hands when they walked to class together? Were they even really officially together? Maybe he should ask?

"Yuu..." Shouhei said, nudging his side. "What are you freaking out about?"

"F-Freaking out!?" Yuuta said, blinking. "I-I'm not!"

"You are! Dumbass, I know what you do when you freak out; you get all nervous and jumpy!" Shouhei teased.

He sighed. "It's just... first day of school jitters!"

"Okay, okay," Shouhei snorted, buying the excuse. "You have nothing to be worried about. You're strong as hell, and we're both in the same class, so who cares! It's gonna be great."

"Who do you think our teacher is going to be?" he asked, the two of them making their way down the stairs and out of the door.

"I heard my Dad grumbling about it," Shouhei said, "so I wonder if it's going to be someone we know."

"Grumbling?" Yuuta asked, opening the door to follow Shouhei outside. "In a bad way?"

"I mean my Dad is always grumbling in a bad way," Shouhei snorted.

The two of them continued to make guesses as they walked to school. Yuuta prayed everything would go alright for the first day. Shouhei was right; they, at the very least, had each other, so even if everyone else was weird, it wouldn't be a big deal.

"A-Are you really not nervous, Shou?" Yuuta asked, staring at the front entrance to the large school.

"Nope! Why would I be?" Shouhei chuckled. "It's just school, Yuu. It's gonna be like middle school."

"I-I dunno," he shrugged. "A lot of people worked hard to get into this school," he said, scuffing his feet against the ground.

"Yeah? And so did you?"

"But we also have... our names behind us. I mean our dads are in the top 3 all the time, and our moms easily make the top 10... Won't people think we got in because of them?"

Shouhei frowned, leaning towards Yuuta. "To hell with 'em!" he said, waving his hand back and forth. "Who the hell cares what they think? The second we start training they're going to realize how serious we are and it has nothing to do with our names! Just because you're Todoroki Yuuta... that means nothing. You're you and you're strong."

Blushing, Yuuta took Shouhei's hand. "Thanks Shou. I wish I was a confident as you."

"Growing up around stubborn parents, you kinda just become confident," he chuckled, squeezing his hand.

"Fair," Yuuta said. He could imagine being around Katsuki all the time wasn't easy. The man was very intense, and apparently he'd mellowed out with his older age? Yuuta found it a little hard to believe.

"You good?" Shouhei asked.

"Yeah," Yuuta nodded, letting his fingers slip away from Shouhei's. If he could've walked into school clinging to him, he probably would have. Not the most adult thing to say, but Yuuta was nervous. He would be fine after a day or two, he was sure.

He walked into the classroom, taking his seat near the back, Shouhei was more near the middle, closer to the window. Yuuta glanced in front of him, forgetting he and Arata were in different classes this time. Normally his twin brother would be seated right in front of him but... not this time.

"Good morning, class!" A familiar cheery voice called out as Kirishima Mina stepped into the room.

Yuuta's eyes widened. The last thing he expected was Mina to be his teacher! No wonder Katsuki had been grumbling about it, Eijirou had probably been talking about it to him non-stop.

"I'm so excited to be here!" Mina said, smiling at the students. "My first class ever! I decided to take a small break from hero work," she began, "to work with all of you! I'm excited to see some familiar faces, and lots of new ones." She erupted into giggles, but then quickly placed her hands down on the table.

"I had the best time here at U.A, and I want to make it the best for you too!" she said. "That being said, I won't hesitate to kick your asses into shape!"

Honestly, knowing Mina, Yuuta believed that.

"There are lots of fun things on the horizon, the training camp, the sports fest!" she said, listing off a few. "But, don't think it'll all be fun and games! " she giggled.

Shouhei glanced behind himself, looking at Yuuta with a smirk. It was shocking, but Yuuta actually felt relieved, knowing Mina was his teacher, it made him look forward to school just a little more..

~~

"So, is it nice being alone in the house?" Kazu asked, pulling out his lunch, the two of them sitting on the roof.

Sayuri puffed out her lips. "I dunno if I would call it 'alone'." She let out a long huff, unfolding the small pouch she put her lunch in. "My parents are still there."

"I meant the only kid," Kazu muttered.

"Yeah, yeah. I just was giving you shit," she teased, reaching forward to poke Kazu's cheek with her chopstick.

"Ugh," he grunted and shook his head. "You know, you can really be the worst sometimes."

"I know," she giggled, shoving some rice into her mouth. "And... I dunno. I mean it's weird not having Shou around, but it's kinda nice, but still weird."

"So you really you have no idea how you feel." Wasn't that the truth? Kazu was so good at seeing right through her confusion and lack of understanding of her own damn emotions.

Truthfully she was jealous Shouhei was away. She did miss him, but mostly she was jealous he was actually getting to train to be a hero. If she had a quirk, she knew she would be the best fucking hero there was. Just like her parents and-

"Sayuri?"

"Huh?" she said, blinking when Kazu called out her name.

"You were spacing out pretty hard," Kazu chuckled.

"Ugh..." She snorted and ran her hand through her blonde hair. "I dunno, Kazu. It's just... it's weird. Like... I miss him, but also I'm just kinda... whatever about the whole thing."

Or at least she was trying to be. She was so tired of constantly going back and forth on her thoughts regarding her quirklessness. Some days she would wake up and feel like she could conquer the world, regardless of her status, and other days it was harder, like she didn't know who she could be.

Useless, and worthless to everyone, even her parents.

It was on those days she seemed to notice the way her father occasionally looked at her.

"Whatever?" Kazu asked, tilting his head. "That sounds like you're deflecting."

Sayuri groaned. "Kazu... can you act like a teenager for like, one second?" she said. "Why are you suddenly my goddamn therapist!?"

"S-Sorry!" he stammered, waving his hand quickly. "I-I just wanted to... make sure you were okay."

"Yeah, yeah," she grumbled. "I'm fine. It's gonna be another fun school year or whatever. At least at home I can actually focus, instead of listening to Shouhei and my Dad freaking out while they train in the backyard."

"Right-"

The door slammed, and three girls stormed out onto the roof. One of them was a tall blonde with cat-like eyes. The other two were shorter, one with a large nose, the other with long straw-like hair. Sayuri was horrible with names but she knew they were all bitches. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the loser squad. The nerd and the quirkless wonder! Get off of our roof." Sayuri was almost certain her name was Hayami, but she didn't care to try and remember.

"Your roof? Oh boy, mean girls, like I've never experienced this before," Sayuri said, rolling her eyes. She pushed herself up, her skirt flapping around her legs in the breeze.

Kazu blushed, "S-Sayu..."

"It's fine, Kazu," she muttered.

"You don't have your brother or the Todoroki twins to hide behind anymore," Hayami snapped. "You two know this our spot, if you think a new year at school would change anything... I'm so sick of your shitty attitude."

"Have you taken a look in the mirror lately?" Sayuri scoffed, folding her arms over her chest. "Like what you're doing right now isn't shitty..."

"Sayuri we should just go-"

"Kazu!" she hissed.

"Maybe you should consider listening to your friend," Hayami giggled. "I would hate for you to get in trouble."

"You know if you do this shit," Sayuri began, "you're going to get in trouble too."

"Everyone knows whose daughter you are, Bakugou," she snapped. "Everyone knows what your father is like. If I tell them you hurt me because you were jealous of my quirk, who do you think they're going to believe-"

Clenching her fist, Sayuri pulled her hand back and connected with the catgirl's face. Hayami fell backwards into the girl with a large nose, whimpers slipping from her lip, blood trickling down her jaw. "You stupid bitch!" she screamed. "You actually punched me."

"Yeah well, you were being a fuckin' bitch first so... don't dish it out if you can't take it."

Her nails elongated into claws, and she growled, lunging forward. Sayuri leaned back, attempting to dodge the swipe but the girl nicked her chin, a long scratch bleeding down her jawline.

"Sayuri!" Kazu yelled. "Let's just leave... I don't want you to get in trouble-"

"Shut up!" she said. "I'm not going to let these bitches push us around this year!" Yelling, she dashed towards the girl, dodging another swipe of her long claws. "You know," she panted, stumbling back. "You're not supposed to use your quirk at school."

"That must be so difficult for you," the girl purred. "Having to hold yours back... Oh wait!"

"Fuckin' shut your damn mouth!" she said. She tried to punch her again, but completely missed. "Don't you get tired of this shit? NGH!" She gasped when the girl kicked her to the ground, her nails digging into her back. Blood began to seep into her uniform, and she groaned, knowing this wasn't going to go over well with her parents.

Kazu gasped, standing up to run to her. "S-Sayuri!" he said. "Why can't you just leave us alone? We're just trying to enjoy lunch-"

"Because you two nerds need to learn your place. Just because your parents are amazing, doesn't mean you are!"

Helping Sayuri stand, she saw Kazu frown, though she winced at the pain on her back, glancing away from him.

"We have never treated anyone differently because of who our parents are," he snapped. "You're the only one treating people horribly!"

"Well someone has to put you in your place," she said, gently touching over her nails as she retracted them.

Sayuri glared at the group of girls, walking with Kazu back towards the building.

It sure was going to be one hell of a year.

~~

Arata stared out the window as he took the train to his grandfather's house. He glanced at his watch, knowing he wouldn't have as much time as he wanted. Stupid curfew. He wished he could just stay at his grandfather's house and keep training.

Already school was frustrating. He didn't care for the way his teacher spoke, as if things were going to be fun. He wanted to work hard and actually train to be better. If things were so 'fun', he would never get to better himself.

He brushed his fingers over the screen.

[Text from: Mom]: Good luck on your first day, Arata!

[Text from: Dad]: We're so proud of you. We love you.

[Text Mom & Dad]: Thanks.

It was such a short concise answer; he could practically see the disappointment on his mother's face.

He stepped off the train and made his way to Enji's house, stopping outside. After coming here for almost a week, he did feel like he was getting better. Contrary to everything his father had told him, his grandfather wasn't horrible. Admittedly, he didn't know why his father hated Enji so much. He'd never gone into much detail, it wasn't something they liked to talk about.

"Come in, Arata," Enji said, leading him inside to the training room. "You had your first day of school today?" he asked.

"Yeah..." he muttered, looking down at the ground. He gripped his bag in determination. "I want to be ready for the sports festival!" he said.

"Ah... yes... of course," Enji said. "Then you'll have to push yourself even harder. We'll need to train you to be better with colder temperatures. Your quirk sucks away your body heat; you need to be more prepared for that. You always stop when it gets too low. You also need to learn to create your crystals faster. It's too bad you inherited the creation style quirk like your mother."

The way Enji spoke of his mother made him wince. Momo was incredibly strong; for as long as Arata had watched her, she had incredible control over her quirk and utilized it quite well. He wasn't about to argue with the man.

"R-Right," he nodded, his heart thumping in his chest. He knew Yuuta was stronger, even if his brother didn't care to admit it. Despite his natural strength, Yuuta did have poor control over his flames.

"Good," he said. "Warm-up."

Enji was always quite blunt when it came to training, something Arata wasn't used to. When he worked on his quirk with his parents, they were always gentle, never pushing him. But he wanted to be better and this... this was the only way.

He began his warm-up stretches and created a few smaller crystals. They weren't very heated, only slightly warmed in order to save the heat he needed for later.

"We also need to work on you making larger crystals," he said.

Arata bit his lip. He knew he was terrible at that. He could sometimes make them all in a row but they were always small. It would've been easier if he could make them in a row, or flow more like lava... but he had no idea if that was even possible.

Enji's flamed burned so bright, just like his father's. Arata wished he had something like that... or that his quirk was easier to figure out, like Yuuta's. The idea of controlling his body temperature through flames seemed far easier.

"Try and make a larger crystal this first time, now that you've warmed yourself up," Enji stated, folding his arms over his chest.

"Okay," Arata nodded.

Generally he made them from his palm. Anytime he tried elsewhere they looked odd, and occasionally hurt. He held his palm out, allowing for a larger crystal to pop out, though it wasn't much bigger.

"Mmmm. You always use your palm. Use your chest," Enji said.

Arata swallowed. "I-I don't know if I can," he said. "It usually hurts when I try and do it from there."

"Try."

"Okay..." Arata said, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He closed his eyes, sucking in a deep breath of air as he allowed the heat to pool forward in his chest, sweat slowly rolling down his brow. His lungs felt tight, pain shooting through his spine as he pushed a large crystal out, panting as he did it. It fell to the floor, steaming and larger than most of the things he'd made before.

Almost immediately, he fell to his knees. "Dammit..." he grunted.

"Good. Better," Enji said. "If you're in pain, push through it. This is how you get stronger."

Shivering, cold began to settle into his body. Arata pursed his lips, panting as he tried to keep his temperature stable. He pulled a lot of heat for the crystal in front of him, hadn't Enji noticed that? "Could you use your flame to warm the room?" Arata asked.

"No," Enji said flatly. "I won't be around to assist you at school or in the field. Plus, you should be able to make things like this with ease," he continued. "This is what you are training for. If you could create these faster, you could trap villains in your crystalized structure. You need to get better at creating various shapes as well."

Swallowing, Arata knew Enji was right. He just wish he had a better idea as to how to do that.

Why was it such a struggle to get his body to listen to him? There was so much to do, and the more he trained the farther away it all felt. Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around?

~~

"Oh, sweetheart. The first day?" Ochako said, standing in the hallway of the school. Sayuri had her gym t-shirt on, after the nurse had wrapped practically her entire body in bandages from the scratch on her back.

"Whatever, Mom, can we please just leave?" she asked, folding her arms over her chest. "I need to get out of here."

"It-It wasn't Sayuri's fault, Auntie!" Kazu stammered, looking between the two girls.

"I'm sure," Ochako sighed. "Are you going to be okay, Kazu? I'm going to take Sayuri home. If you would be so kind as to get all her assignments..."

"Mhm... Yeah..." he nodded, glancing down. "See you tomorrow, Sayu..."

"Yeah, bye," she said, trying her best not to completely snap at the other boy.

Holding her ripped uniform in her hand, Sayuri followed her mother out of the school in silence. She really had nothing to say to her, and quite frankly she knew her parents weren't going to be happy. Knowing them, they'd suggest switching schools again.

She climbed into the car, shutting the door and staring out the window, too embarrassed to look at her mother.

"Sayu... you know you can talk to me about these things."

"Yup," she said.

"Is this about your brother leaving-"

"No, Mom. Not everything has to do with Shouhei," she snapped.

"I wasn't implying that it did," Ochako said softly.

Sayuri almost wished it was her father, cause at least he wouldn't speak to her like she was some pathetic kicked puppy. "I'm fine, Mom."

"You were scratched by a girl at school because you punched her for a reason still unclear to me. You're not fine," Ochako said, far more stern.

"What's there to say!" Sayuri shrugged. "She was trying to kick me and Kazu off the roof. She said we needed to be put in our places because of who our parents are. So... I put her in hers."

"Well she obviously got a good hit on you too. For your own safety... you can't be doing things like this-"

"What, because I'm quirkless?!" she yelled. "Because I'm not... as strong as you and Dad and Shouhei. I tried to punch her and I missed. It was just fuckin' sloppy!"

"Sayuri, you know this has nothing to do with you being quirkless."

"Doesn't it always kinda have to do with that, Mom?" she snapped. "If I wasn't quirkless, those girls would leave me alone. If I wasn't quirkless, I could actually do something about it!"

"It's not all about that and you know it!" Ochako sighed, running her fingers through her hair. "I don't... want you getting into fights at school, but if it's a matter of protecting yourself then we can spar together more. How about that?"

"Gee thanks," Sayuri said, folding her arms over her chest. "I'd love a pity spar."

Ochako put the car in park, pulling into their driveway. "You're just like your father, so damn stubborn! I think it would be good for you to learn better techniques anyway," Ochako said. "It is not a 'pity spar'. I'm your mother, and I want to teach my daughter to protect herself."

"Whatever, Mom," Sayuri said, getting out of the car. She yanked her key out of her backpack, shoving it inside the door to their house as she stormed towards her room.

She was probably being irrational. Wasn't she always? It was embarrassing to talk about this kind of stuff with her mother. Her parents were both strong beyond measure, and while learning from her mother would be amazing... it made her feel even more pathetic.

She slammed her door shut and screamed, tossing her bag against her bed. She thought about her break, and how productive she felt working with Melissa and Kazu. Why couldn't school be like that too? Why couldn’t these fucking extra bitches just leave her alone?!

Crawling into bed, she tried to forget the whole day. She shut her eyes, hoping to doze off, but instead she stared at the wall, wondering how different life would be if she went to a different school. People were assholes everywhere. She couldn't imagine it would make much of a difference. There'd be another bitchy cat girl at a new school too.

It didn't take long for there to be a knock at the door, someone interrupting her peace and quiet. "Go away!"

"Not gonna happen, baby girl."

She froze. Her father.

She certainly hadn't been expecting to hear him. When had he even come home?

He turned the knob, opening the door as he slammed it shut behind him. "What the hell is going on?"

She yanked her blanket over her head, hiding even more. "Nothing," she snapped.

"Then why the hell were you bleeding at school? Your mother called me practically sobbing into the goddamn phone," Bakugou hissed. She felt his weight on her bed, sinking down.

"I don't wanna talk about it!" she yelled. "I think you of all people should understand that! You suck at talking, Dad!"

She heard him sigh. "Look baby girl, you can't be fucking fighting at school-"

"Says you!" she snapped, finally sitting up to glare at him.

"Oi!" he yelled. "I got into shitty fights at school and it sucked. I'm not telling you to let this girl stomp all over you. But your mother wants to help you and I want you to fucking be grateful!"

"Wow!" she yelled back. "Well, I'm sorry for not wanting your pity party!" she yelled. "I get that me being quirkless is pathetic and all to you-"

"Stop," he said flatly, looking down. "Enough of that bullshit."

"See!" she yelled. "You can't even look at me! And when you do I-I know that's what you're thinking!"

"That's never what I'm thinking, Sayuri!" he yelled back. He turned his head towards her, his red eyes glaring.

"Oh yeah? Then what are you thinking, enlighten me, Dad!"

She saw the way his fingers curled around the edge of the bed and his shoulders trembled slightly. Was he really so bothered by this?

He let out a frustrated breath. "I keep fuckin' thinking that I hate this! I hate it so fucking much. I hate seeing you come home with a fucking injury because some bitch at school felt like they had to make fun of you to feel better about themselves. It takes all of my fucking being to not storm over to that girl's house and blow it up! I'm the number one fucking hero and I can't even protect my own damn daughter!"

Sayuri blinked, unsure if she should breathe... unsure if he was actually done speaking. It was rare he spoke so candidly. "Dad..." she said.

"And... I..." he stopped himself. Instead of saying anything else, he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "I just want to fuckin' keep you safe, baby girl and the older you get... the more I can't."

She wasn't expecting such an outburst, though she supposed it was her father. She swallowed and stared at him. "Dad... I... I'm sorry-"

"Those girls," he continued, cutting her off. "They should say sorry. For the things they do, and the things they say. Fuckin' shits!" he growled. "You don't ever have to apologize. You're strong and perfect just the way you are!"

"I-I know I just..." she bit her lip, trying not to cry. All of this would've been so much easier if she just had a stupid quirk. Even if it was a small one... then maybe she wouldn't cause her family so much pain.

She reached forward and gently wrapped her hand around Bakugou's, clinging to his fingers. "I'll train with Mom. I'll... talk to her at dinner."

"Good," he muttered. "Your mother is kick ass, she'll teach you how to throw a real good punch."

"Yeah... yeah... I know," she said. She leaned forward to rest her forehead against his shoulder, letting a few tears roll down from her eyes. Why couldn’t she be normal so they could all stop worrying about her?

[bakusquad-assemble]

aaaa i loved your headcanons but can i request a scenario for sero x reader (gender neutral please!) where they go out either trick or treating or to a halloween party but some guy got a little bit too close and handsy with reader and sero just gets protective and stuff?? thanks a bunchies o(≧v≦)o

Ahh I’m sorry it’s so late, figured I’d do a New Year’s party instead because I took so damn long but even that is sort of too late haha I’m the worst. Hope you like it!

You stood closely behind your boyfriend as you entered UA’s over sized event room, which was filled to the brim with excited students. Tonight was the annual UA New Year’s Eve party and the room was decked out in gold and glitter as far as the eye could see. You awkwardly tugged down on the nice black shirt you decided to wear tonight, feeling overwhelmed immediately by the loud music and lack of personal space. As much as you wanted to celebrate the holiday with your friends, large groups of people made you a little nervous. But you promised Sero you’d be his kiss when the clock hit midnight, so here you were. Sero shot down a reassuring smile to you, knowing all too well how shy you were sometimes. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in close. 

“Everything will be fine, let’s go try to find some of our classmates so we can just chill for the rest of the night!” The way he was always so calm and happy brought instant comfort to you, your body visibly relaxing at his words. 

“Thank you, Hanta.” You smiled up at him as you wrapped your arms around his midsection. His face flushing a little as he looked down at your happy form. 

“No, thank you (f/n), for coming with me!” You couldn’t help but laugh at the sweet boy next to you, keeping your arms wrapped around his midsection as you began to walk further into the party. 

“Please, like I would miss kissing you at midnight.” 

The two of you eventually met up with your usual crew, who had a few seats and a table in the corner of the large room. Even though the room was full of people and you could barely hear yourself think from the volume of the upbeat music, being with Sero and your friends made you feel completely comfortable. Within minutes of finding them you were laughing and joking like you normally do. Mina and Kaminari were currently in an intense rock paper scissors over the last chip that was in a small bowl in the middle of the table. Your chin was resting in your palms as you stared on at your friends, chuckling softly when Kaminari lost terribly. Mina whooped in victory, grabbing the chip and rubbing it in Kaminari’s face.

“No way! Not fair! You already ate, like, the whole bowl!” Kaminari cried. Kirishima shrugged with a sharp toothed grin.

“Sorry man, Mina won fair and square!” You and Sero nodded in agreement with the red haired boy. Bakugou, who was sitting quietly at the end of the table, got up from his seat and leaned across the table suddenly. He swiftly snatched the last chip from Mina’s hands and popped it into his mouth immediately, making the pink haired girl shriek. 

“No fair that was mine!"  Bakugou smirked maliciously. 

"Maybe next time don’t fucking gloat so long and take your damn prize then.” Mina plopped into her seat with a pout, crossing her arms. The table filled with laughter, especially from Kaminari. 

“We need more chips!” Kaminari whined, poking at the empty bowl. Sero shrugged lightly with a smile

“I can go grab some, Since we got here late and didn’t help get the first round!" 

 Sero bumped you lightly with his elbow, his signature smile plastered on his face. 

“Wanna go get some snacks with me?” While hesitant to leave your safe zone, you couldn’t say no to him. You nodded lightly and he stood up and stretched out his hand to you. You gripped the tall boys hand and he helped you to your feet. Keeping your hands interlaced, and bodies close together, the two of you maneuvered through the crowds of people to the refreshment table. 

“I’m gunna grab us a big plate of snacks for the table, wanna get some drinks?” You nodded softly, letting go of Sero’s hand so he could make his way down the table to where the snacks were and you began pouring drinks for the both of you. After a few minutes of being alone, you felt a hand on the small of your back. A smile spread across your face, thinking your boyfriend had already returned from his snack retrieval.  As you turned to greet him, your happy expression quickly turned into one of fear. A guy you had never seen before had his hand on your back and a look on his face that made your skin crawl.

“Hey good looking, what are you doing here all alone?” His words were slurred like he had been drinking, or on something that impaired his judgement, which made you sick to your stomach with anxiety. Not only were you alone with the incredibly gross boy, but he was under the influence. You had no idea what he was capable of.

"I…uh…” You looked around quickly for Sero, but he was nowhere to be found. The crowd of people had completely swallowed him whole. Your face flushed a deep red and your heart was beating out of your chest.

“Good. Why don’t you come and sit with me then? So we can get to know each other better.” He winked at you before attempting to pull you in close. You pulled away from him roughly, eyebrows furrowing in anger and fear.

“Please don’t touch me!” You yelped. You felt like you were about to pass out, and this guy in front of you was not taking the hint. 

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that? I just think you’re attractive, you should take it as a compliment.” He reached for your bottom this time but before his hand could make contact, your Knight in shining armor arrived.

“Hey! Didn’t you hear them? They don’t want to be touched!” Sero’s voice cut through the crowd and you sighed in relief. He walked up to the two of you, standing as close to you as he possibly could without invading your space. His eyebrows furrowed in a way you had never seen before.

“Who are you? Get lost, I saw them first.” The boy slurred, attempting to move closer to you. He was quickly intercepted by Sero, who towered over the creepy drunk boy. He stood in between the two of you, his hands out slightly in a protective stance

“I’m their boyfriend, and I think you should probably leave, dude. Unless you want me to let one of the teachers know you’re totally wasted. ” The intoxicated boy in front of him clicked his tongue but threw up his hands in defeat.

“Alright, Alright. I’m leaving, you snitch.” He looked to you with a smirk that made you crinkle your nose in disgust.

“If you wanna ditch the loser, come find me.” You quickly grabbed your tall boyfriends hand, interlacing your fingers tightly.

“I think I’m okay.” He shrugged, beginning to walk backwards away from the two of you. How he didn’t trip and fall in his current state was beyond you.

“Suit yourself.” Sero quickly turned to you once the boy was gone and placed his hands on your upper arms. His eyes were full of emotion, one you noticed to be guilt. 

“Are you okay, (F/n)? I’m so sorry I left you for so long. I got separated in the crowd, but when I heard you yell I came running back as fast as I could!” You smiled at him gently and shook your head.

“It’s okay, Hanta. I’m just glad you came back when you did. I thought I was going to have to knock him out.” He laughed loudly and ruffled your hair. 

“I should have waited a few more seconds then, I would have loved to see that!” You nudged him slightly. You were still shaking from the encounter but you found yourself laughing too, Sero always had that effect on you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close like he always did. Your jitters almost instantly subsided and you smiled widely up to your black haired boyfriend.

“Now what do you say we grab drinks and snacks together this time?” You nodded against his chest. The thought of you being separated from your boyfriend again was too much for you to bear.

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea…”