#tbh midoriya would be angrier

[izvmimi]

i’m dying cuz every time there’s a suspicious character around when i’m out with my partner and i don’t see them this man gets so genuinely upset and gives me a quasi-lecture

[my-pink-yandere]

❤Obsession❤

Prompt: Yandere Bakugou, Midoriya, and Todoroki (separately) has a crush on Y/N...who is actually obsessed over a fictional character.

C/N: Character Name

Warnings: Yandere Tendencies, Swearing, Also this is sorta long cause I wrote a lot ;-; 

💥Katsuki Bakugou💥

❥ This boy is angered when he finds out about this

❥ Like wow he’s super pissed

❥ If you’re unfortunate enough to ever have a Yandere Bakugou take a liking to you, when he realizes that you’re obsessing over someone who isn't him, a fictional character nonetheless, he’s... well...

❥ “Very upset” would be an understatement

❥ He sees that as basically losing to a person who doesn’t even exist

❥ The chaos begins when he’s in the middle of his daily routine of admiring staring at you from afar, and when you stand up with one of your friends and begin walking out of the cafeteria, he hears a few... interesting statements escape your mouth as you pass him by

❥ “I can’t believe you actually like them, Y/N! You’re totally hopeless when it comes to love, huh?” His head was tilted your way, seeing your friend looking disappointed and you looking flustered. “It’s not my fault they're so perfect!” you answered, practically radiating embarrassment. He smirked, assuming you were talking about him. I mean, who else would you get so worked u about>

❥ “Besides, I’m not the only one who simps for C/N! So shh-”

❥ ...

❥ All that’s going through Bakugou’s head right now is why that name wasn't his

❥ He’s gone eerily still, and all of his friends sort of stop and look at him

❥ “Bakubro? You good-”

❥ Bakusquad is going to have to hold Katsuki back from blowing up the entire cafeteria

❥ This b*tch only sees red rn

❥ ‘WHO’S THE PERSON YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT AND WHERE CAN I FIND THEM SO I CAN BREAK THEIR F*CKING KNEECAPS’

❥ he got murder on his mind :0

❥ Despite how angered Bakugou is, he’s not a complete dumbass, believe it or not

❥ He’s not going to confront you about it, at least not right now.

❥ Once he calms tf down, he’ll come to his senses and have his top priority being to get rid the competition first, meaning he has to hunt down whoever C/N is and delete them from existence

❥ When he learns that C/N is actually a fictional character from some anime tbh he just feels extra insulted

❥ You chose a f*cking fictional character over him >:(

❥ It’s now where he begins to get even angrier when he realizes how easy it should’ve been for him to notice sooner. All the stickers on your school supplies, the pins on your bags, how you’d sometimes sneak in their merchandise to show off to your friends at lunch

❥ It was when he overheard you possibly owning a body pillow where he went feral

❥ Will go out of his way to steal your shit and burn all of your merchandise of C/N, or anything that would remind you of the character

❥ He’d catch you when you were alone, and would shove you off your feet as he’d grab your bag and roughly go through it, angrily tearing off the stickers on your notebooks and pins off your bag as your crying and screaming at him to stop

❥ At this point he doesn’t care about how you feel about this at all. It’s never even crossed his mind (blind rage)

❥ His plan is to pluck C/N out of your life, replacing all your thoughts of them with just him, so you’re only thinking of him

❥ It doesn't matter to him if they're good thoughts or bad thoughts

❥ All that matters is that you’re thinking of him

❥ Only him.

In a nutshell, he’s gonna steal all of your items that have any reference to C/N and get rid of it all. He doesn't care how much he’s hurting you by doing this, he’ll concern himself with your feelings later. He’s going to hang around you more despite your protests for him to just leave you alone, quite literally forcing his way into your life so that he infests himself into your brain and become the only thing you think about, so that you can truly understand how he feels about you.

💚Izuku Midoriya💚

❥ Bold of you to assume he doesn't already know about this “obsession” of yours

❥ This child takes notes on EVERYTHING and ANYTHING related to you, so he obviously knew about your love for this certain fictional character

❥ At first glance, he believes your obsession with C/N is similar to him with All Might- just an innocent but deep admiration for them

❥ He’ll buy you their merchandise and gift it to you at school (accompanied by some flowers and sweet little cards of course ❤)

❥ He was nervous to do this at first, his crush on you rendering him a stuttering, blushing mess whenever you so much as glanced his way, but he pushed through his anxiety just to see your cute smile and feel your warm hug when he gives you those gifts

❥ He cherishes those moments more than anything, to see you so happy

❥ (Especially because  it was him to make you so excited! Not Kirishima or Uraraka... him)

❥ He’ll binge the entire show as fast as he can and memorize everything he deems as important just so he can chat with you about it at school

❥ “Isn’t C/N so cool?” he asked you, and you had quickly turned to him with a surprised and then starry gaze. “Izuku, you like them too?!”

❥ You were both on a first name basis now ;D (You even gave him a little nickname: ‘Zuku. Let’s just say he was a bit more than ecstatic when you began referring to him in such an informal way. You must really like him! ❤)

❥ And Midoriya, being the delusional little yandere he is, sees this as you both basically dating

❥ You both hang out everyday at school, discussing the show and characters, who your favorites were, how the plot was going, etc.

❥ You see him as one of your closest friends now, and eventually you trust him enough to bring him to your house to chill without your family home ;0

❥ The thing was, Midoriya noticed how you would never invite anyone from school to your house, always brushing it off and just saying how your parents would get angry or how dirty your room was

❥ This was the first time you’d ever invited anyone from U.A. over to your house

❥ His thoughts were running wild as you both walked home together: ‘What’s Y/N’s house like? Will their parents be home? Why have they avoided anyone coming over until now? Have they only invited me because we’re dating? Are... are we going to kiss?????’

❥ (For clarification, even with the dorms in place, over the weekend you like to hang out at home where you’re more comfortable)

❥ “We can re-watch some of the episodes for awhile. I think I also have some snacks...” you grinned, and he memorized every detail of your house as you both made your way to your room

❥ He was greeted with a room filled entirely with C/N merchandise, but caught his attention the quickest was your bed

❥ You had a body pillow of C/N

❥ Now Midoriya, like I said before, is a very delusional yandere

❥ He has excuses for literally everything you do. You love him just as much as he loves you after all!

❥ But this

❥ This he cannot ignore

❥ He was just staring at the pillow with a blank face as his eye twitched

❥ “’Zuku? What's wrong?”

❥ “Hmm?” he hummed, turning towards you. “Oh, nothing! It’s just, um, your pillow...”

❥ You felt your face catch on fire as you moved to block his view as you tried to quickly shove it under your bed. “UHM, HAHA SORRY ‘BOUT THAT I FORGOT IT WAS THERE-”

❥ Midoriya was quiet as he watched you struggle at hiding the pillow

❥ He was thinking

❥ He loved All Might a lot, but he’d never buy a body pillow of him

❥ What type of love did you have for C/N?

❥ “Hey Y/N?” You turned to look at him, but the moment your eyes met you felt a shiver run down your back. Izuku was smiling at you, but his whole vibe was different...

❥ ‘Was he angry?’

❥ “Why don’t we watch a different series today?”

In a nutshell, he’d go along with your character obsession up until you cross the line, and that would be either him finding out about you reading fan fiction of C/N, a body pillow of them, or some... questionable fan art you have of them saved on your phone. Then he’d do anything in his power to distance you from that show, hiding your merchandise and distracting you with more hero-related hobbies, like geeking over pro heroes or training. Just please stop simping over C/N. You’re making the smol boi jealous of a fictional character :( Why can’t you just pay attention to him a bit more?

❄️Shoto Todoroki🔥

❥ Tbh he doesn't really acknowledge your love for this certain character for awhile

❥ All he focuses on is that you look really happy and cute when you talk about this show

❥ That’s all that really matters to him 😊

❥ Similar to Izuku, he’ll buy you all of their merchandise just to see you all adorable and excited

❥ And Todoroki is a rich boi so that’s a plus

❥ Will probably buy u all the expensive merchandise and you’ll just be 🥺️💞💞💞

❥ The only reason he never really gets angry is because he doesn't understand what's so terrible about your little obsession with the show/character

❥ He just sees it as a little hobby of yours that you’re really passionate about

❥ Despite his cold demeanor, Shoto is always trying his best to support anything you do

❥ While he can get very intense as a yandere, we gotta remember this is Shoto we’re talking about

❥ He probably has no clue what simping even is

❥ He only gets bothered when you own a body pillow or compliment C/N looks too much (he doesn’t appreciate you getting so worked up over someone who isn’t him... even though you both aren’t technically dating)

❥ But he wont flip out like Midoriya or Bakugou

❥ If you both are on the couch at the dorms and you're just going on and on about C/N he’d prob just like-

❥ Reach over and grab your hand and just state how cute you are

❥ He’s a bit of an idiot when it comes to flirting, but he notices that whenever he touches you in an affectionate way you sort of freeze up and forget what you're talking about for a few seconds

❥ Because of how supportive Shoto’s been you sorta developed feelings as well 

❥ Cause I mean who wouldn't ;)

❥ He becomes your close supportive weeb friend :D (even if he doesn’t completely understand what a weeb is...) 

❥ But Todoroki doesn't like that title that much

❥ But he’ll take it slow because he loves you and wants you to love him back :)

❥ “I like it when you smile like that, Y/N.”

In a nutshell, Yandere Todoroki is prob the calmest of the three. He doesn't understand how simping works and the idea of you passionately loving a fictional character more than him has never crossed his mind. But he uses your love of the show to get closer to you. Closer and closer and closer-

Until maybe he can just be the one to make you smile, and not just that character from the show :)

[nukapind]

Ohh, from the Au ideas, the first one, you're Bakugo's sister and Kirishima comes to study or something 👀👀👀 that would be so cute

Studying and Sirens (Kirishima x Reader)

Loved writing this tbh, it was cute! Feel free to send more requests, they don’t have to be from the prompt list. This was crossposted to my AO3.

Prompt: “I’m your sibling’s friend and I always hear you sing in the shower when I come over but today I actually met you and I didn’t expect you to be this hot”

___

Every time Kirishima asked Bakugo to help him study, there was some excuse to prevent him from going over to his house. It didn’t make sense why he’d always insist on studying at some cafe or at Kirishima’s house— which he didn’t mind, but it struck him as odd. There was always something in the way.

At least, he did until Bakugo apparently got himself grounded from leaving the house after a spat with his mom, and he finally allowed Kirishima to come over with a backpack full of textbooks. He rang the doorbell and the door slammed open, Bakugo’s regular scowl ever-present on his face. “Hurry up and get in.” He grinned at his friend, despite the obvious bad mood he seemed to be in, and stepped into the house.

It was a nice house, definitely nothing to be embarrassed about so that couldn’t be the reason that he didn’t want to hang out here. “My dad’s here, so keep your mouth shut.” Hands shoved in his pockets, Bakugo led the way upstairs. Pictures littered the walls of the home, many of what Kirishima assumed where his parents when they were younger (Katsuki was practically a carbon copy of that woman) and of a young Bakugo with a girl around his age. Some photos had them at each other's throats and others displayed happy birthday parties as they grew older across the photos.

Must be a cousin or something, maybe he could ask Midoriya later. He doubted he could get anything out when Bakugo was like this.

___

“Is that your mom singing or something? Who is that?” God he hoped not, it would be weird that he loved the voice that rang out. “No.” A curt response, but Eijiro knew he shouldn’t have expected any different. “Dude, who is that then?” The scowl on Bakugo’s face got tighter, angrier almost but he didn’t pay it any mind. “My sister.”

That definitely explained the pictures all over the walls.

“Woah dude! Why didn’t you tell me you have a sister?” “Why the hell would I?” He growled out, but Eijiro could only focus on the singing in the background. He couldn’t help but wonder if your face fit your voice, the photos on the walls were old, photos definitely hadn’t been added in years. Katsuki must have noticed Eijiro’s lack of focus, his brows pinched together. “Y/n, shut the hell up!” His voice roared, and Kirishima could barely hold back the pout. Sure, he may have learned your name, but at the cost of silence? He didn’t really know if it was worth it.

“Piss off! You never shut up when my friends are here!” That same voice that’d been so melodious just a few seconds ago snapped back, before quickly returning to a sweet song. Bakugo growled, teeth clenching as he stood up, ready to wreak havoc as he slammed his door open.

“Katsuki, leave your sister alone or your mother will get mad when she gets home!” A man, presumably Bakugo’s dad yelled from the downstairs of the house, making the blonde stop in his tracks. With a livid look on his face, the blonde turned back around, shut the door, and sat back down.

“Don’t fucking say anything.” He hissed out, and Kirishima almost felt bad. The unveiled singer would probably get the screaming of a lifetime from Bakugo later. But judging from the smug tone drifting through the air, he didn’t think they’d care all too much.

He nodded, trying his best to focus on taking his notes instead of imaging who could be behind the songs. ___

The study sessions at Bakugo’s house didn’t stop there— every Sunday he’d visit the Bakugo household and each time he did that same voice was still singing in shower. It distracted him every time he heard it, always earning him a kick to the leg generously given by Katsuki. It had gotten to the point where he’d pour over the textbooks on Saturday and actually study so that he could actually keep up with his grades. And yet the late night Saturdays spent studying seemed to be completely worth it in his eyes.

Except for today, when he woke up an hour late because he stayed up studying too late.

Bakugo was gonna fucking kill him.

He quickly slid his shoes on and grabbed the backpack sitting by the door of his room before bolting out the door. There wasn’t time to change, not with Bakugo’s temper, maybe if he still showed up then he would only get a loud scolding. His house wasn't all too far, he could make it there in ten minutes if he ran fast enough.

He panted as he neared the household, hero training certainly helped with endurance training, but it was still tiring to run long distances for anyone. A wince on his face as he rang the doorbell, preparing himself for the blonde boy’s wrath. Kirishima wasn’t on the guy’s bad side too often, he just hoped that it wouldn’t be too loud this time.

The door opened and he was wide-eyed.

“Oh, are you here for Katsuki? Good luck with him, he’s in one of his moods.” The same voice that he heard every weekend greeted him, the door widening to let him in. Quickly, he straightened himself up, and mentally cursed himself for not getting himself ready before this. His hair wasn’t gelled, soft and covering parts of his face. He was still in his sweatpants for goodness’ sake.

“Sorry, I think I might be the reason for that.” A sheepish smile on his face as he stepped inside the house, shutting the door behind him. “I wouldn’t worry about it, this is normal for him. He’s up in his room.” You laughed it off as you went upstairs, leaving him trailing behind you, averting his eyes down to focus on the steps rather than on your figure in front of him.

So… Bakugo has never really mentioned you at school, are you younger than him?” He tried to sound casual, but you two were already nearing the top of the stairs and he wanted to talk to you so badly. “Actually, we’re fraternal twins, but I guess he’s too involved with himself to mention me.” You joked back, laughing once again and he clung to that sound. “Oh that’s so cool! Do you two have the same quirk?” He tried not to sound too excited, but the fact that you were talking to him sent butterflies through his stomach.

“Nah, I just have our mom’s quirk, he got a mix of their quirks. But hey, at least I’ll age well.” The snort that came out of your mouth had to be the cutest thing he’d ever heard. As you two finally neared Katsuki’s room, he took a breath in. Time to shoot his shot “I dunno, I think it’s a cool quirk to have! You’d look just as pretty as you do now.” God he hoped you didn’t think he was creepy, and he also hoped that Bakugo hadn’t just heard him flirt with his twin sister.

“Do you have a pen in that backpack?” His face fell as you completely ignored his flirting. Did he come off too strong? Or did you just not like him? Regardless, he fumbled with the bag in his hand and pulled out a sharpie. “Does this work?” A grin crept on your face.

“Absolutely.”

His hand was taken into yours and the marker was pressed into his skin, vaguely making out numbers. “In case you need someone better to hang out with, gimme a call.” His cheeks reddened at that and he nodded quickly, your hand brushing his as you handed the pen back. “Have fun studying.” Humming, you retreated back down the steps.

The toothy grin on his face stayed all throughout the yelling he got from Katsuki.

Masterlist

[sup-hoes-its-me]

That’s What Friends Do (Bakugo x Reader)

A/N: It took me quite a long time for me to like bakugo, but here we go. Friends to lovers. Ur all mights daughter too (bc i love him so much i want him to be my dad tbh) 

word count: 5413

“You know, Y/N? You’re kinda an airhead,” Bakugo said bluntly, flicking the girl directly on the top of her head to make her hair fly in all directions. She sighed and brushed down her hair, glaring over at the boy who walked home with her everyday. They lived on the same street so it only made sense to follow each other. Not that she particularly enjoyed it. He wasn’t always rude to her, saying offhanded things once in a while. Honestly, she didn’t even know if he meant the rude things he said, it was almost natural for him to say that kind of stuff. 

She went to protest, defend herself, but Bakugo just had to have more to say.

“I mean like, you’re always dropping things and making mistakes. No doubt the only reason you’re in class a is because of your dad. And you almost never use your powers.”

She bit back her arguments, knowing she would never win. He always had a counter, and was better than her at it. She twisted her bracelets around her wrists, feeling heat starting to emit from her wrists. They had similar powers, Bakugo and her. He would turn his sweat into explosives. She could convert her negative emotions into intense body heat. They could definitely be good friends if they tried; she was so kind and open to everyone much like her father. Yet, it didn’t seem like he had friendship in mind most of the time.

“You know it’s because I have to feel bad before using it.”

“Well then you just need to be angry all the time like me maybe. It won’t do you any good to be happy all the time if you want to be a hero.”

“But I don’t want to be like that. I-I have so many friends because of my personality,” she said nervously, not really thinking about the repercussions of what she would say next. “People like me, but they don’t really like you…”

He froze where he was, his head turning swiftly to glare down at her. “Is it really better to have people like you if you’re just a useless idiot?”

He was right, she was useless. In fact, just him saying that had searing hot tears springing up in the corners of her eyes. She bit her lip, trying to keep the crying at bay. He always did make fun of her for being a crybaby. 

“This is why you don’t have friends, Bakugo,” she whispered, even though she knew she was crossing another line, only to make him angrier with her. 

“”Oh yeah, well then why do you follow me around? You hate me so much yet you try to act like friends? Pathetic. Stick up for yourself once in a while.”

Her body heat was intense, and he had to take a step back when it started to hit him hard. He knew he’d made her upset, it was obvious when anyone did. He felt a bit bad about it. She really was a nice girl. He shouldn’t make fun of her, only it was so unfair that she was All Might’s daughter. She was weak, and never wanted to use her powers. Someone else would make a better hero, would benefit more from the praise and privilege that came with being in that family. 

Maybe he was just jealous, but he hated that thought. He was jealous of her for having powers strong enough that if she used them right could rival the level of All Might. He was jealous of Midoriya, who he suspected had somehow inherited All Might’s powers. Bakugo was strong, stronger than any of them. Why did he have the short end of the stick? 

“Fine. If that’s how you want it to be-”

Just as she was about to say her final goodbye and run back to her home, they failed to notice the cracking of a tree branch right above them. At the last second, she turned her head up to the sky, gasped, and lifted her hands to shield them from the branch. Surely, she couldn’t catch it, and they wouldn’t be able to run in time. 

Her hands glowed a bright red, and upon contact with the huge tree branch, the wood burnt to a crisp and shrunk to the size of burnt and ashy twig. She fell down to her knees, exhausted afterwards. 

“Owie.” Y/N stared down at her burnt hands, blisters already starting to show up on her palms. Her knees stung, and after inspecting them, they were torn up and bloodied, dripping onto the sidewalk.

“Shit, Y/N. I-I...let’s get you home, alright?” Bakugo tentatively said, placing his hands under her armpits and lifting her gently from the ground. She forgot about their fight just a couple seconds ago, the pain in her hands being nearly unbearable. The blisters would go away throughout the night as part of her quirk but god, it would hurt like hell until the morning. 

“Okay.”

It wasn’t that far away, thankfully, only a couple streets further. He held her around her waist, making sure she didn’t fall. He felt bad though, since the blood had dripped down to her uniform socks and stained them crimson with blood. He was surprised that, despite the pain, she didn’t cry.

 Carefully, he helped her walk up each of the steps to her front door and rang the doorbell. All Might answered the door, in his hero form, and just as quickly as his smile showed, it sunk deep into a frown. 

“My goodness, what happened, sweetheart?” he asked, taking his daughter in his own arms from the boy who carried her home. 

“I, uh, there was a really big branch…” she struggled to say, too embarrassed to say she used a huge chunk of her power just to burn up a tree branch. “Burned my hands and fell down and yeah,” she added, looking down at her burns and cuts. 

All Might turned to Bakugo and nodded his head firmly. “Thank you for helping her home, young Bakugo. You’re not hurt are you?”

“No- Y/N, she saved me.” He said softly, actually really impressed with what she had done, whether she hurt herself or not. “Y/N? Thank you. You really came through back there.”

The girl tilted her head to look at her schoolmate and smiled weakly. “It’s all good. That’s what friends do, I guess.” 

“Well, you better head home for the night, Bakugo. Y/N needs rest to heal her burns,” her father said calmly, waving the boy off with his free hand. They shut the door and left the boy standing on the front porch of their home. 

That weak little girl saved the both of them in a moment. He felt terrible for letting her get burned like that, but he was amazed at how much raw power she possessed. He turned on his heel and walked back down the steps, heading down the street to his own home. Maybe she wasn’t so useless after all.

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The second Y/N learned her father was back at UA, in the infirmary being taken care of by Recovery Girl, she ran to see him. Tears had been running down her face as she watched the news, seeing the horrible things All for One had done, hearing her father struggle and seeing him lose his form in front of the public. Her friends all looked to her with wide eyes, as if they were questioning why she kept it a secret that her father was injured all this time. 

Why would she tell a nation of united people that the one person keeping them together was just about to run out of power? If she felt judged, she couldn’t even imagine what her father was going through, having every single person in the world know how weak he was. Endeavor would take over his role as number one hero, and the people would lose their symbol of peace. 

It was heart wrenching.

She opened the door to the infirmary, seeing All Might laying in the bed with bandages wrapped around most of his body. He looked tired and sore after all the work he had done. 

“Oh, Y/N, I’ve been waiting for you to show up,” Recovery Girl announced, walking right by her with a bottle of pills to give to the hurt man. “He’s going to be just fine; no longer a pro-hero, but relatively healthy.”

A breath of relief left the girl as she walked to her father’s bedside. “Dad, I-I saw what happened...I-I never thought that you would have to fight him again. I’m sorry,” that was all she knew what to say. When she found out her father was going to fight his one true nemesis much like years before, her heart sank. She remembered how terrible it was the first time he fought All for One, and this time felt even worse.

“Y/N, sweetheart, I thought the same thing-more like I prayed it would never happen. But you heard Recovery Girl: I’m going to be fine. You should rest. It’s been a long day for everyone.”

Her ears turned red out of pure frustration, and he quirked a brow. “Calm down. I’m still the same ol’ dad.”

“One for All...is it really gone this time?”

“Just about. That’s the last of it. I told you that my next battle would be my last.”

“How can you just accept that? You’re our hero, no one else means as much to the people as you do? We can’t lose you,” she pleaded, grabbing her dad’s beaten hand and squeezing for dear life. “If it’s really gone, what are we going to do? Who will fight?”

“For now, whoever can do it. Later on, you and your classmates will most likely surpass me. If Midoriya can-”

She sighed, shaking her head. “Midoriya is trying, but I can’t believe he will be better than you.”

He smiled softly, shaking his head. “He will. You know.”

With a drop of his hand, she tightened her fists at her sides. “I know, I don’t want to believe it though,” she paused, biting her lip angrily. “I have to go check up on the others who are just getting back. Midoriya and Momo-chan and all…”

“I’m genuinely surprised you didn’t go with them.”

“I’m not heroic like them. I’m just an assist.” It saddened her, saying those words. “Besides, no one would be happy if All Might’s daughter was breaking the hero laws again.”

The girl said goodbye to her dad and the others in the medic bay shortly after that, but her heart was beating a million miles a minute, and she felt like all the air had been sucked from her lungs. She could only remain composed until she left the room and the door shut behind her loudly, echoing through the near empty hallway.

She clutched at her uniform, right over her heart. She could feel her skin heating up under her finger tips, the air drying up around her. Angrily, she bit at her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, tears threatening to burst down her face. 

Seeing her dad in that state once again, this time in his weak form, it was heartbreaking. In times like this, she was truly reminded of her father's mortality just like everyone else. He wouldn't always be there for her. 

"Y/N?"

Her eyes snapped open and she lifted her head swiftly. Tears started to run down her reddening cheeks. Hurriedly she tried to hide that she was crying, desperately wanting to avoid the boy's teasing. He always said she acted like a baby…

"Bakugo? I-I...shit," she choked on her words, sobs crawling up her throat. 

He took a hesitant step forward, reaching his hand out to touch her shoulder. Before she had the chance to yank it out of his reach, he burned himself on her scorching hot skin. "Ah fuck!" The blond hissed, blowing on his hand to cool it off. "Forgot you did that when you're crying."

"I-I know. I'm sorry, I can't help it."

He shook his head, brushing off her apology. It was his fault for not noticing, and also not respecting personal space. He wasn't exactly sure why he reached out for her, but he did know that his heart was currently consumed with heavy guilt. It plagued over his heart. That's why he was going toward the infirmary: to peek into the window, just see how All Might was doing.

"Y/N, is it Al- I mean, you dad? He's gonna be okay, right?"

"He's alive, I guess that's something to be happy about. I just can't be positive right now about anything."

"Listen, Toshinori, it's gonna be okay-"

"Why are you being so calm? Shouldn't you be yelling at me by now for something? Crying? Burning you? Being in your way?" Y/N asked bitterly. The streams of tears on her cheeks were beginning to sizzle up against her skin, steam floating off. 

He was taken aback, but really, should he be surprised? He was always rude to her in one way or another, whether he wanted to be or not? He mocked her on more than one occasion for being a crybaby. She was rightfully a bit scared of him, and it buried into his guilt further. He grimaced, his eyes trailing to the floor and his hand going to rub his other arm. He never meant to be malicious though. He supposed that was just the way he was.

Damn, he felt kinda bad. He really didn’t think he’d ever been that mean to her. Genuinely, he liked Y/N. She was not only a cute and sweet girl (despite being a bit of a “hot” head), but also the only child of his greatest hero. All Might was probably everyone’s favorite hero, to be real.

"This isn't really the time,” he muttered awkwardly.

"I should be going," she mumbled, moving to walk past him down the hall to the classroom where most of her friends were still waiting for updates on if it was safe to go home yet. Not that she would go home anytime soon. She would wait until her dad was ready to go home, and then they would leave together, her pushing him in a wheelchair no doubt. 

He stopped her though, reaching out to grab her hand. It burned, but not as badly as he thought. She stopped mid stride, turning to peer at him in shock. He never touched her so gently, yet he was serious. His eyes were pained, she could see it written plainly for her eyes only. 

"Bakugo?"

"Y/N, I'm sorry for how I've treated you recently, alright? I'm sorry all of this happened, and now your dad is hurt, and fuck, everything is so shitty right now. I'm sorry, Y/N."

"Why are you saying this?"

"Can't you just accept an apology?" He hadn't realized, but her skin was slowly cooling down to normal. "This is all because of me."

"No, it's not your fault."

"Listen, I gotta make a promise to you, okay? Just take it and don't say nothing, got it?" She nodded, genuinely curious as to what he was doing to say. He was a crazy guy, unpredictable to a certain point. He squeezed her hand tightly in his warm, clammy one. "I'm gonna watch out for you from now on. When no one else is there, even that damn Midoriya, I will be there to protect you." 

He refused to meet her eyes for longer than a second. Her beautiful eyes made him remember just how flustered and awkward she made him feel. He glared at the ground and grunted. "It's nothing personal. I just owe you."

"For wha-"

"Didn't I tell you not to say anything? Ugh, so stupid as usual," he grumbled. 

He dropped her hand roughly, eyes trained on the floor tiles again. "Just get out of here, Y/N."

The only thing she knew to do was nod silently and rush off back to the classroom.  It was strange, the fuzzy feeling in her chest when he held her hand and told her he would watch over her. Maybe it was just the words, but something about Bakugo made her feel dizzy. 

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"You know what's kinda scary, Y/N?" Jirou asked in between bites of her rice. The girl peered up from her lunch to her friend, raising a brow in question. She continued to slurp up her warm noodles as the girl continued. "Hot head Bakugo's been eyeing you down a lot lately. He's actually looking at you right now-"

She choked on her soup, turning her head roughly to find Bakugo in the swarm of tables and students. 

"Way to be subtle, dude."

Almost immediately she met eyes with Bakugo, who was staring directly at the back of her head. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink, embarrassment sending shivers through her body. Just as quickly as before, she swung her head back to the table in front her, wanting to bury her head in her hands and whine. 

"That's so weird. Did something happen between you two recently?" Momo asked offhandedly, waving her empty chopsticks through the air. 

"N-no, nothing happened." Way to be smooth, Y/N.

Aoyama, who was sitting with the girls that day smirked as he munched on his cheese. Cheerfully, he piped up, "Aaaaanddd now he's heading over here. Mentally prepare yourself." Jirou laughed a bit under her breath and Momo smiled. They never liked Bakugo, he was annoying and rude, but it was fun to see Y/N red in the face and socially awkward.

Her friends loved to torture her. That's what she gets for being such a pushover, after all.

"Toshinori! You were looking at me?" He said quite loudly as he approached her. Ears turned red and she felt her hands growing quite warm, not burning but heated. She turned in her chair to peer up at him. His eyes were carrying his normal fury, but he seemed mildly calm. "Did you need something?"

"I...uh, no! It was an accident."

He noticed her red cheeks and her tinted ears, and out of pure frustration, he grabbed her soft hand in his rough one. Heat flared up inside her, embarrassment stabbing into her from almost every angle. She could feel her friend's eyes widen and staring at the two of them. 

"Why are you hot? Am I making you feel bad?"

"No. I'm just embarrassed."

He dropped her hand back on the table and crossed his arms. "No need to be. That’s what friends do, yeah? Friends talk to each other, right?" She nodded. "We should hang out tomorrow. After classes, come to my room."

"That's pervy, don't you think?" Aoyama purred. “Plan on making a move on our innocent little heat lamp.” God, she hated the nicknames Aoyama had for her.

"Of course not, you stupid French idiot! You're the only one with a pervy mind if you think that, fucking asshole! I-I'll kill you-"

Y/N placed a gentle hand on his arm and nodded, successfully quieting him. "We can hang out. I have to study a bit so can I bring my books?"

"Yeah, that's cool or whatever." He shifted awkwardly, shoving his hand in his pants pockets. "See you later."

As he stalked off, Momo let out a loud scoff, pushing her friend on the shoulder jokingly. "You said nothing happened between you two! Lies," the girl exclaimed, laughing loudly with the rest of them. 

“You gotta tell us the scoop, Toshi,” Jirou added, leaning her face in one of her palms, staring intently at the girl in question. 

Y/n blushed, but tried her best to explain what had happened recently. “So about two weeks ago when Bakugo and I were walking home, we were fighting and he was yelling at me and stuff like usually, but then there was this super massive tree branch that was gonna fall on us and I burned it up with my quirk. But in the process I fell and hurt myself pretty bad so he walked me home and stuff and then I said something like, “That’s what friends do” or whatever.”

“Interesting. Maybe he respects you more since you potentially saved his life,” Momo pondered. 

“But that’s not the weirdest part, guys.Then, about a week later after that incident with All for One and my dad, i was leaving the infirmary and he ran into me. And he apologized for ever being mean to me, and then said- well, this is kinda embarrassing actually…” she laughed nervously, wringing her fingers together as her face turned even darker red. “He said that he would protect me no matter what because he owes me.”

Three mouths formed ‘o’ shapes, just staring at her as she told the unexpected story. How could you expect something like that to come from someone like Bakugo? It was just crazy. 

“Wow, okay, so that’s crazy as hell,” Jirou chuckled. “Maybe he has a little crush on you, Y/N.”

“What!? No way! He’s just being nice!”

Momo casts another glance back at Bakugo, noticing that he was once again peeking up at Y/N every once in a while. Bakugo caught Momo’s eyes and quickly lowered his gaze, having been caught doing something so unlike him. “Mhmm, looks like your right, Jirou. He was looking at her again.”

Y/n squealed, dropping her head to the table so no one could see how embarrassed she was. Just what was Bakugo feeling? There was no way he liked her. He never acted like it or showed her any affection since they met at the beginning of the school year. She would just have to wait until they hung out to see what was up with him. She would ask him how he felt about her and that would be the end of it.

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Maybe this was gonna be harder than she thought. Classes had ended and she was walking very slowly back to the dorms. It’s easy in theory to just go to a boy’s dorm room to hang out and study but when it actually happens, so many feelings pour into you. 

It was just Bakugo, it wasn’t like she didn’t know the guy. Plus, they were just friends, but that didn’t make him any less cute-what the hell? Y/N brought her book up to her and whacked her forehead, expelling the thought from her mind. Bakugo Katsuki was not cute, not in a million years. More like a demon. 

She shifted her bag on her shoulder as she walked through the dorms, walking past hers and down the hall to Bakugo’s. He said right after class, right? Hopefully he was already home. It would be so embarrassing if she showed up too early and he  saw her being eager to see him. Not that she was excited for this hangout, definitely not. It was just studying while he did whatever Bakugo does.

As she stood in front of his dorm, she pulled down her skirt just a bit to cover her as much as possible, and adjusted the collar on her button up. She felt so exposed, even with no one looking at her. Must just be the nerves. It’s fine, she thought, everything is going to go smoothly and then she can head to her bed later than night.

She knocked on the door and within a few seconds, the door opened. 

He was undressed from his uniform, instead wearing a black shirt and cargo shorts. Typical Bakugo clothes. Still, this made her anxious; maybe she should have gotten into casual clothes before heading over. Does it really matter though? She didn’t know, and as the anxiety grew she felt herself getting hot. 

“You good, Y/N?”

“Yeah, haha, of course. Just ready to get studying.” He nodded, moving to the side to let her in the room. When she saw the inside, she was quite surprised. It was nearly spotless, not a single thing seemed out of place, no clothes on the floor, perfect dorm. She scanned the bookshelves on the walls, and noticed a particular manga immediately, one she also had in her own library.

As she walked over to the bookcase and swiped the volume off the shelf, he quickly shut the door and rushed to her side. “Uh, lets just put that back-”

“You like Maid-sama too?”

“Uh…”

She turned the book in her hands, a smile growing on her lips. “I have all the volumes in my dorm, too. I’ve got to be honest, Bakugo, I did not expect you to read the same manga as me.” He grabbed the manga from her and put it back in it’s organized place on the shelf. “No need to be embarrassed. Just between you and me, my dad sometimes reads my manga without telling me.”

The boy could only gawk. “No fucking way. All Might reads shoujo manga?” he asked, eyes wide with surprise.

“Maybe, but you didn’t hear it from me.”

She placed her bag down on his desk and took a seat at his swivel chair, sinking into the comfy leather. Then, she pulled out her textbook, opened to the page she was working on before she left class, and started to highlight what was needed. He watched her for a couple minutes before sitting on his bed and taking out his phone, leaning back and playing a game on his phone to pass the time. 

He expected her to be a bit quiet, but completely ignoring him for her work was really disappointing. He invited her over so they could talk about themselves maybe, and he could learn more about her. They used to talk every day on their way home from school, and he sorta missed that now that they had dorms.

After about twenty minutes, he took a peek to see what she was up to, only to notice her eyebrows furrowed and her fist clenched around her pen. “What’s up?”

“It’s nothing. I just can’t focus on my work,” she sighed. “Jirou and Yaomomo said something to me the other day at lunch and um, I just can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“No, not really. I just wanna hang out now. No use studying if I’m not focused.”

He shrugged, but internally he was happy. She would finally spend time with him in his own room all alone. He wouldn’t have to worry about other people looking at him like he was a softy either for being so nice to the girl. He waved her over to his bed and pulled out his laptop. “Wanna watch anime with me?”

“Yeah, sure.”

After she hesitantly took a seat beside him in his bed, she felt herself getting a bit warm again. Their thighs were close enough to touch, same with their shoulders. She crossed her arms over her chest to hide some of her awkwardness, surprised that he seemed completely unphased being pressed to her side like that.

Little did she know, he was going insane. He could feel the heat from her body and it was making it go crazy. He had to hide it though. The last thing he wanted was to scare her away. It wasn’t like he was obsessed with her, and he definitely did not like her in a romantic way, even if she was adorable and kind and super selfless having saved him a couple weeks ago from near death. 

He turned on some show she had never heard of, and they sat silently watching it. Y/N wasn’t really into mechas so she couldn’t get into the show. Her mind just kept circling all those Bakugo thoughts. He was cute and definitely attractive. Their thighs and arms were touching and if she wanted she could lean her head over and rest it on his shoulder easily. Not to mention her friends had planted in her mind that the boy had a massive crush on her, making the situation ten times more stressful.

Finally, during a scene where the lame main character was talking to one of the sides, she turned to him and blurted out before she could stop herself, “Bakugo, do you have a crush on me?”

He jumped a bit at her sudden question, turning his whole body to see her. “Y/N-”

“Jirou and Yaomomo told me that everything you’ve been doing for me lately means you’ve got a crush on me, and um, I want to know if they are right.”

He paused for a second, trying to think of an escape plan, yet his mind was blank. He grimaced, looking down at the bed. “I don’t know. Maybe, probably. What does it matter?”

Y/n fiddled with her hands in her lap and confessed, “I-I don’t know. Maybe I might like you too, I guess…” when he didn’t say anything she added before things got too much more awkward, “But we can totally still be friends if that’s what you want.”

He nodded in agreement, but his mind was on other things. This sweet girl, someone powerful and brave and kind, liked him back. He hadn’t expected this when he started to talk to her and be nice to her for the past couple weeks. He maybe assumed that she wouldn’t hate him anymore, but this was on another level.

He also had no experience with girls. They never got along with him and he never gave them the time of day. Y/N was the first girl he ever really liked. He was right to be hella nervous.

"So, um, do you wanna keep watching or uh-"

He nodded trying not to let how he felt show through. He placed the laptop back on their legs in front of them and played the next episode. 

But he kept feeling her eyes glancing over at him. Each time he would look to see if what he felt was true, she would turn away and pretend she had been watching the show.

"I think maybe I should go." She started to shift off the bed, her legs dangling off the side when he grabbed her wrist. She looked back at him only for his other hand to grab her cheek, forcing her to look at him.

"I don't want you to go. I think you should stay. Just for a little longer."

"But, things feel awkward now. I feel kinda weird about confessing and all." She rubbed her arm, lowering her eyes to the bed. "I really like you and all, you seem like such a fun guy…You've been one of my good friends since school started. I don't want it to be weird."

"It won't be weird," he argued, pulling her closer to him. "Y/N, I'm going to kiss you now."

She nodded, hopelessly giving in to the boy. He leaned forward just enough to press his lips to hers which were warm and soft. He pulled her face closer to his, running his thumbs over her cheekbones and his tongue across her lips. He'd never kissed, but he'd read enough manga to know what women liked.

She moved without breaking their kiss so she could kneel in front of him, her hands going to wrap around his neck. The kiss was intense, lips moving against each other smoothly for so long. He moved his hands from her face and opted for placing them up her thighs pulling her legs around his waist so her chest was pressed to his, as close as they could be. 

Y/N pulled away, ducking her head down against his shoulder. "My dad won't like this."

"Oh shut up. He doesn't have to know."

And then he kissed her again. Over and over again.

[quirkless-and-embarrassed]

Bakugo Katsuki

I felt like doing a character meme!

Favorite thing about him:

His odd code of ethics. I really hated him up until I realized, “huh, here’s a guy who passionately resents being saved…and who also refuses to save others.” I think it was his way of showing respect.

Related, another of my favorite things about him is also how well he can take criticism…sometimes. I have a lot of respect for the way he accepted Yaoyorozu’s criticism after the first Deku v Kacchan battle instead of becoming defensive and lashing out.

Least favorite thing about him:

…probably Bakugo’s relationship with All Might. Pick pretty much any other important adult and you get something more interesting than the kinda stale dynamic between these two.

Favorite line:

He has a lot of funny ones.

“Whyyy?!” (ch249)

*on reflex* “Outta my way, nerd!!” <— Midoriya is not actually in the way (ch209)

BROTP:

I think Kirishima and Uraraka are pretty standard fare lol, and just the bakusquad dynamics in general are great (especially when Kaminari and Mina repeatedly dunked the santa hat on his head).

I would love to see Bakugo and Tamaki Amajiki interact. I feel like Bakugo would be like, very discomforted by Amajiki’s lack of confidence in a “I don’t want to see that, don’t make those pathetic faces where I have to see them” type way and destroy Amajiki’s self-esteem in like 0.5 seconds. And also, Amajiki would smack down Bakugo just as fast in a fight, and Bakugo would be furious that someone so strong could be so weak mentally. But hey, given time and Kirishima to play mediator, I’d be really curious to see these two reach a detente where they like…idk, cook together with Mirio, Kirishima, and Eri, and Bakugo grouses about the weird things Amajiki eats for his quirk but Amajiki knows better than to believe him.

I got a kick out of Bakugo’s dynamic with Endeavor’s sidekick Burnin’ during the internship arc. I loved how she felt the need to hype the wonder trio up by provoking and challenging them, and ofc Bakugo ate it up 100% and returned it at 150% (tbh their dynamic reminded me a bit of Mitsuki), but ultimately she acknowledged it wasn’t really necessary and she really respected him for that…but she kept doing it anyways, presumably because it was fun. I’d love to see Burnin’ show Bakugo a little bit of that affection and for Bakugo to be like. Totally appalled. He would not be prepared to know somebody likes him.

Okay but also, I’ve been really happy to see Horikoshi establish that Bakugo does, in fact, respect Best Jeanist. Even back when I hated Bakugo, I was struck by just how…gentle the scenes of Jeanist combing Bakugo’s hair were, and c’mon Bakugo does not let just anybody (…or anybody at all) treat him gently. IJeanist told Bakugo what he needed to hear so that even if Bakugo wasn’t ready to understand it now, he’s a smart kid with a hero’s heart, he would hang onto it and eventually figure it out. I really want Jeanist to see how Bakugo’s grown and also how he’s learned from what Jeanist told him!

I also like to think Bakugo would have like…a hilariously one-sided rivalry with Hawks, where like Bakugo is like, Hawks set the record for opening an agency and getting into the top ten the fastest?!!! SO WHAT, I’m gonna do it faster and I’m gonna be number one!!! Got it spoonbill!! So Bakugo tries to act super intimidating and shit whenever Hawks is around to disguise his sense of inferiority, but Hawks sees straight through it and is just, a troll.

One more. Bakugo interning with Mirko would be lit.

One more for real. Bakugo and Monoma having a hate-brotp is amazing. Bakugo will reach age seventy and he’ll still be shitting on Monoma.

ONE LAST ONE. Bakugo + Hatsume = max destruction and I’m so here for it. I want these two so badly.

OTP Rarepairs: (I ship basically everything)

Kacchako is probably my favorite, but I also love todobaku, kiribaku, and bakudeku. …and any threesome combinations that involve kacchako.

Camie/Bakugo seems like a lot of fun. I like how she made him laugh with her Todoroki illusion, I like how sweet and clueless and flirty she seems, I think Bakugo would be mortified to realize he was crushing on her and immaturely be extra rude to her, but Camie is accustomed to illusions and intuitively sees through it.

I can’t decide on a particular pair, but Bakugo has such a relentless, single-minded focus on being a “hero” that developing feelings for a “villain” would challenge in him an interesting way. I’m not getting a strong vibe for Bakugo and any of the LoV characters, though after Shigaraki bungled the recruitment attempt, it would be hilarious to see a follow-up attempt to woo. Now I’m curious…gonna see what ao3 has.

NOTP:

Not really. Depends on execution.

Random headcanon:

Hm. The only thing that really comes to mind is that the incident where Kacchan fell of the bridge and Deku tried to help him up is only important in hindsight. Given space, Kacchan would have nursed his pride and the incident would have blown over; but because Deku didn’t understand, he insisted on dogging along after Kacchan and trying his very best to stay friends, and Kacchan just as insistently pushed Deku away, growing angrier in the process but too immature to verbalize why Deku’s tenacious bond to him threatened him so much.

Oh! And credit to my friend for this one, but one of the reasons why Bakugo didn’t participate in the dorm king contest was that his room is covered in All Might posters. Can you imagine how much it would have pissed him off if everybody saw how similar his room is to Deku’s?

Unpopular opinion:

How unpopular is it to think that his development isn’t that great…? His relationship with All Might doesn’t move me, so I can’t really appreciate his pivotal moments.

I was okay with his hero name being “Kacchan,” but now that he’s apparently decided on one in 252, I really don’t want it to be Kacchan because I don’t feel like he’s had enough development so far to get him to make that decision.

I want his hero name to reflect something about the theme of hands, since they’re the site of his quirk and also a powerful symbol for reaching out to people, connecting, holding on, letting go, and agency in general.

Song I associate with him:

Destiny by Neffex, All Time Low by Jon Bellion, On My Own by Ashes Remain

Favorite picture of him:

Ch87 – The wobble of his mouth when All Might saves him at Kamino was pretty cute.

I’ve also done these questions for Todoroki, Uraraka, Endeavor, Amajiki, Sir Nighteye, and Shinsou!

[fictional-scenarios]

can I please request a bnha scenario where reader is best friends with midorya(and secretly in love with him) and she has a very abusive father but she hides it from him until he stars treating her worse and one day hurts her so bad that she runs away without even thinking why, and that when midorya finds his best friend and crush bloodied on his door in the middle of the night. a lot of fluff if you can please? thank you so so much! I hope its not too weird, Im just going through some stuff tbh

don’t you let me go tonight 

pairing: midoriya / reader

a/n: this is such a… deep request, im sorry for whatever you’re going through and please know im here for you and dont be afraid to reach out! i hope this imagine finds you in good health and while it’s only a story, i hope it in some way can make you feel just a little bit better!

warnings: violence, abuse, please beware!

“Oh man, that must have been some tough training.”

It’s hard to see who is speaking to you with the sun glaring in your eyes, but you didn’t need to look to know just who it is. 

“Hah, yeah. Gotta train the best to be the best, y’know?” As you stand back up straight, you tug your sleeve down over your arms. Midoriya seems happy today, fired up with his fingers balled into a tight fist. He grins at you.

“Definitely,” his eyes, no longer able to wander over the countless bruises littering your arms, catch yours. “But don’t overwork yourself!”

You laugh, shoving your hands into your pockets. “You’re starting to sound like Iida.”

He falters before he loosens back up, rubbing the back of his head. “I guess I do. But seriously, those look kinda bad. Shouldn’t you go see Recovery Girl?”

“Again?” You raise a brow at him. “I just saw her last week- I don’t really want to get lectured for training too hard.”

“Exactly,” he’s starting to get worried again, it makes you nervous. “You’re in almost as much as me.”

“I’m fine, Midoriya.” It’s hard to assure him at this point. It used to be so easy- just a quick, ‘trained too hard’ and he would be all too happy to carry on. Now, things are different. He’s starting to ask questions, he’s starting to suspect things. There’s a longing in his eyes when you hide your wounds from him. 

“Alright,” he backs off reluctantly, sighing. “If you say so.”

It bothers you to the core to lie to him like this, but… It’s better than telling him the truth. A hero should never tell lies, especially not to those you care for the most, but you couldn’t bear the thought of him finding out just what was actually the source of your bruises, your cuts. They’re easy fixes by Recovery Girl, but you’ve visited her so many times that even she is starting to get antsy. Surely, you can’t be this reckless, she’d said, an odd look in her eyes. Since then, you’ve been reducing your trips. You didn’t want her to know. You didn’t want anyone to know.

Whether it was because you despised the pity or the embarrassment, you weren’t sure. 

After all, what kind of hero allows themselves to be struck by their own father?

What kind of hero comes that kind of family, anyways?

Midoriya has always been so helpful to you, the perfect lifeline, whether he knows it or not. The times you spend with him leisurely, not having to worry, to hide or fear, were your favorites. Even now, his eyes full of concern, you can’t help but feel… Safety.

But you can’t be with him forever, as much as you’d like to. Your phone vibrates in your pocket, and you pull it out and fight the grimace that threatens to show.

5:05 PM: Get home right now.

5:11 PM: Can you read?

5:15 PM: If you’re not home in 10, I’m coming to get you. 

You feel like you’re choking. Somehow you missed his messages. Somehow you didn’t hear your phone going off, a sound you’d trained yourself never to miss specifically for times like these. If you weren’t in public, you’d be bawling your eyes out.

“Everything okay?” Midoriya asks like he knows what you’re hiding. You press your lips into a tight line, force down the anxiety, and smile at him cheerily. 

“Of course. Dinner time.” Your voice wavers and you pray he doesn’t hear it. 

“Text me when you’re done!” He beams, and you can feel it in your chest. He’s just… The sweetest. The best you know. You want to tell him everything- let your words vomit and spill, but you can’t. He handles enough on his own. 

Though you’d rather die than leave knowing what’s waiting for you at home, you pull your bag over your shoulder and wave goodbye. As you turn your back on him, you take a good look at his face. He’s still happy, a bright but tired smile on his lips. He’s been working so hard lately to get control over his quirk, the one that seemingly came out of nowhere. 

Something feels different in the world when he leaves your line of sight. Everything feels heavy, like doom. Your stomach hurts on the way home as you leave your safety net. It even takes you a moment to get inside, standing at your own front door, terrified to open it. 

Maybe he’ll be in an okay mood. Maybe it really is dinner time, maybe tonight things will be fine.

You take in a deep breath before you grasp the doorknob, turning-

It flies open before you can even try to open it. 

“There you are,” his voice turns your blood cold. “When I tell you to come home, you come home,” he reaches out, catches you by your arm, yanks you inside. The world around you is gone in a blur. “Got it?”

You’re thrown onto the floor, your nose colliding with the tile. The door slams shut behind you as you scrabble to your knees. 

“What took you so damn long, huh?” There’s a hand grasping the collar of your shirt, yanking you to your feet roughly as you’re gagged by the force. Your father isn’t mad tonight- he’s enraged. When you’re face to face with him he grabs the fabric of your shirt, lifting your feet off the floor. “Explain!”

“I-I was just training-” He shakes you as you speak. “I’m sorry!”

“Training?!” You’re dropped to the floor, terror racing through you. There’s no one home, just you and him- there’s nothing stopping him. “This stupid U.A. bullshit again! It was with that green kid again wasn’t it?”

When you don’t respond he gets even angrier. A boot plants itself on your shoulder and-

You scream. 

You swear something cracks beneath his weight. 

“Keep your mouth shut, brat!” There’s fingers in your hair. “I ought to kill you!”

“Stop!” You howl, tears racing down your cheeks. You hate him, you hate him, you want to fight back but you can’t. He’s so much stronger but being lifted by your hair is agony-

Before you can stop yourself, your nails catch the skin of his hands. 

You hit the floor before you can even realize it. His shadow covers yours. You can’t see his face, he just stands silently. It’s the most terrifying thing you’ve ever witnessed. 

When he reaches down and catches you by the throat, you think of Midoriya.

You soon realize why the world felt wrong when you left him.

The sun had long since set by the time Midoriya finally wandered home. His muscles are blissfully exhausted, his stomach grateful when he opens the front door and smells pork cooking. His mother chose a late dinner tonight knowing he would be busy training with his friend.

“Izuku! Is that you?” She calls, and he slips his shoes off. 

“Yeah, it’s me!” He shuffles into the kitchen, slipping his jacket off and hanging it over the arm of the couch. “That smells great, mom.”

“It’s your favorite!” She lifts the lid off of a pot, and when the steam clears, he sees that delicious sizzling meat. He almost drools at the scent, but she has him shaking out of it when she speaks again. “How was training with ___?”

“It was good. She had to go kinda early though so I just stayed alone for a few hours.”

His mom frowns.  “Aw, here I was hoping she’d be coming back with you. I even made extra.”

Midoriya laughs graciously. “I’ll save her some. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it for lunch tomorrow.”

“Why don’t you ask her if she’d like to come over tonight?” Inko says, stirring some of the cooking rice. “You guys haven’t had a sleepover in a while.”

Midoriya scratches his cheek. “I don’t think her dad wants her to anymore.”

Inko seems to tense up for a moment, a strange look in her eyes. “Oh, right.” 

There’s a memory that flashes through his mind. It was so long ago but he remembers it so clearly. He’d walked you home after playing, just two kids having fun at the playground, but it was shortlived. Her dad had called her in and Midoriya, being the good friend he was, walked her to her doorstep. When she went inside, he got a good look at your father. A civilian, but in that moment, staring up at him, he swore he saw a villain. You were yanked inside before you could even say goodbye properly, and the door was promptly slammed shut in his face. 

He came home crying that day, and Inko had a less than enjoyable phone conversation with him. Since then they kept their interactions at a minimum, and you only ever came to Midoriya’s, never the other way around. 

“I’ll put some in a box for her,” she tries to bring her tone back up, but she can’t shake the uneasiness. “I hope she likes it.”

Midoriya pulls his phone from his back pocket and glances over his notifications, a heaviness settling in his gut. Something feels a bit off, as though something was going to happen at any moment. You never got back to him, and while that wasn’t the first time you’d gone radio silent after heading home, it didn’t feel right. Tonight, strangely, he felt like he needed an ‘ok’ from you. 

are you okay? 

He clicks send and waits, sitting down on the couch in silence while his mother absently fills the one-sided conversation with something nonchalantly. After ten minutes, his eyebrows knit. You haven’t even looked at it yet. Eating dinner felt oddly hollow, like there was something wrong. He goes to bed with that same feeling.

The first time he hears the sound, he thinks he’s dreaming. Soft sounds, almost like distant pounding, at his front door. He sits up with bleary eyes and yawns, glancing at the clock. 

3 a.m. 

Slowly, he gets out of bed and makes his way to his living room. There’s a set of frequent knocks and, yeah, he heard them that time. It makes him pick up the pace, a worried frown apparent when he finally pulls the doorknob and yanks the door open. What he sees has him stuck in his place, his eyes wide, his hands tight in fists.

It’s you.

One arm is slung around your gut, your open hand splayed over your stomach, while the other reaches out to support your body weight against the frame. You aren’t looking up at him, your head hung low, but already he can see the obvious pain you’re in. 

“___?” He whispers.

You slowly find the strength to look up at him. There’s blood everywhere he looks. It drips down your nose, paints your lips. It smears down the side of your head, and splits the bridge of your nose. 

“Izuku,” you sputter, and he hasn’t heard you say his first name like that before. “I’m sorry.”

He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t even know what to say. You’re in so much pain. 

“___!” Midoriya’s arms find you in a split second, catching you as you lose your grip, holding you up as he brings you inside. The door slams shut as he leads you to his couch and sits you down on the cushioning. He slides the coffee table away just so he can sit on his knees and reach up to touch your face. The way you flinch away breaks his heart in two. “What happened to you?!”

“I-” you can barely even fucking speak. He cradles your face in his hands and he can’t stop the tears that prick at his eyes. Of all the people he never wanted to see in this state, so broken, it was you. And he doesn’t even know what to do. There’s nothing he can do. 

“___, wait here,” as much as he doesn’t want to leave you there, he needs to clean you up. His mind races as he grabs whatever he can find- mainly items he cleans himself up with. A rag, antiseptic, bandages. When he comes back, you’ve fallen on your side, hands holding your gut. He has to stand there for a moment- he has to register it. 

He crouches before you, reaches out, and touches the side of your head. Your eyes open, and finally, his tears fall. 

“What happened.” His voice shakes, your hair is damp against his palms. 

“I can’t do it anymore.” God, you sound pitiful. “I can’t.”

“Do what?” As he sets down the items, his eyes never leave yours. You aren’t crying anymore, you’re just… 

Empty. 

He presses the rag to your nose and your eyes scrunch shut. He swipes it across your cheekbones and you whimper. 

“I’m sorry,” he tries to say as evenly as possible. “But I have to get this off of you.”

“I didn’t know where else to go.” Your voice sounds far away, almost as if you were talking to yourself. “I have nowhere else to go.”

“It’s okay.” Midoriya isn’t even sure if you can actually hear him, but he says it anyways as he wipes his eyes fervently. “It’s okay.”

He wants to hold you. He wants to reach out and pull you against him and heal every single last wound on your flesh, but he can’t. He doesn’t know where it all hurts, he doesn’t want to move you, he feels like if he presses too hard, you’ll break. 

You deserve so much better.

“___,” he reaches out and carefully, oh so softly, touches the side of your face. “Can you hear me?”

Your eyes flicker to his lips, and then his eyes. When you nod, he lets out a breath, not that it makes him feel any better. At least you’re lucid still. 

“Can you sit up?” He hates talking to you like a medic, but he needs to help you. You’re still bleeding, your breaths are coming out in wheezes. He wants to know (though he has a good guess) but he can’t focus on that. When you nod, he’s so gentle in helping you upright. Every flinch makes him want to let go. “Please tell me if you want me to stop.”

You don’t tell him yes, but you don’t tell him no either. The condition you’re in makes him feel like he’s going to be sick.

It takes time, but he wipes the red from your face in smooth motions. He can see the worst of it now- split lip, scuffs and bruises surrounding your once bloodied nose. He knows these wounds well, and it makes him want to throw up every last bite of his meal. 

You’re watching him with a certain kind of fear. Not quite directly, but definitely there. You aren’t afraid of him, and that’s all that matters. 

He wraps you up to the best of his ability, your arms looking more mummified than anything else. You’re not shaking, you still aren’t crying. You stopped meeting his gaze the moment he wrapped your purpled wrists in shame. 

“___,” he comes to sit beside you, terrified. “Are you listening to me?”

Silence.

He reaches out tentatively, wraps an arm around your shoulder. “___?”

You… Fall against him. Your head takes a spot against his shoulder limply, and he latches onto you. 

Finally, the tears fall as you shake against him. 

“I can’t do it,” you sob feebly. “Every day Izuku, I can’t do it.”

“Everyday what?” There’s urgency in his voice. You cry harder.

“I don’t even know what I do wrong anymore he’s just so-… He hates me so much.”

Midoriya remembers seeing him, that darkness in his eyes. His eyes narrow at nothing, his fingers bringing you closer. Despite the agony you try to become closer, you try to hide against him, and he lets you. You weep openly for the first time with your face buried in the crook of his neck.

“I can’t, I can’t, he’ll kill me if I ever come back-” Midoriya’s arms wrap around you. “He hates me so much- He- He said if I come back he won’t hold back-”

“You’re not going back.” He presses his lips to the top of your head and he holds you so fucking close, he shakes just as hard as you do, he feels rage and fear and everything under the sun beneath his skin but he doesn’t dare let you go. “You will not go back to him, do you hear me?”

When you pull away to see his face, he’s crying too. They’re angry tears, he’s furious, but he’s more terrified than anything else. 

You feel exposed when his arms leave you but soon enough those scarred hands are on either side of your face, they’re holding you, thumbs swiping softly against your damp cheeks. He doesn’t even bother wiping his own eyes. 

“I will never let him hurt you again,” he’s been dying to say it since he connected the dots. “Ever. He’ll have to come through me.”

The way you just crumble to pieces cuts him to the bone. Your wails threaten to wake his mother but he can’t find it in himself to care. Let her wake. Let her see the damage your father has done, let her burn him to the ground. 

“I’m sorry,” you sputter, fingers digging into the fabric of his night shirt. “I’m sorry.”

He’s sure that you don’t even know what you’re apologizing for. For never telling him, for lying, for showing up like this, none of it matters to him but it matters to you and he wishes he could take it all way. 

But all he can do is pull you against him, chest to chest, wrap his arms around the trembling muscles of your back, and cry, “It’s okay. It’s all okay, don’t you dare think it’s not for even a minute.”

You’re both babbling to each other, you with apologies, him assuring that it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, you’re safe now, he will never touch you again.

Over your shoulder he can see the clock on the wall. It’s 4 now, the two of you have class in the morning, but there isn’t a thing in the world that could pry you off of him. His hands hold too tightly, his arms locked in place. 

“Izuku,” you hiccup, and he feels it in his heart. “I don’t wanna go back.”

“You won’t. You’re staying right here.” He buries his face into your hair. “For as long as I’m here I won’t let him hurt you ever again. I love you too much to see you like this.”

I love you too much to see you like this.

At many points of his life, he’s imagined how he would confess to you. Under a sky full of stars, at a beach during fireworks, in the schoolyard on a warm spring day. Never like this, but yet… It feels right. You nod against him, you hear him, still crying. 

“Thank you,” you cry, “Please don’t let go of me.”

“Never.” His eyes shut, his hands press flat and smooth over your bruises. “From now on, I’ll always have you. Please just… Just don’t hide from me anymore.”

You shake your head. “Never again. I’m sorry I never told you, I was so scared.”

“Of what? That I wouldn’t believe you?”

“I don’t know, I just…” You sniffle, trying to breathe. “I didn’t want you to know. I didn’t want you t-to worry, or to think lesser of me.”

Midoriya shakes his head. “I will never think lesser of you.”

You pull away and wipe your eyes, and then you reach out and wipe his away too. “Do you promise that?”

He nods. “I promise.”

Your head falls, but it’s not tragic. You’re so fucking tired, and he knows this, he knows you’ve been through hell and back. He knows you still have miles of darkness to go. He doesn’t want you to wallow in that, so he reaches out again. It’s not easy maneuvering to lay down, you beside him, on the length of the couch, but he gets it done. Never once do his fingers let you go, even then, tugging against him protectively.

“Your stomach, does it hurt?” He asks, dragging the blanket from the back of the couch. 

“Yeah, but…” You shift against him, sniffling once more. “I don’t think anything’s broken. It’s been worse.”

If not for your safety against him, in his arms and on his couch, he would have felt the rage like adrenaline. Just that one line was stronger than any plus ultra move. His lips quiver but he bites it down.  

“You’ll be okay,” he whispers as you tuck your head under his chest. “I’ll make sure of it. This will never happen again.”

You murmur a thank you with the quietest voice he’s ever heard. In the morning, he’ll have so much to face. Recovery Girl will have to be filled in, no matter how much you want to move on without a sound. His mother will have to know, though she likely guessed it years ago when she met him. 

Midoriya’s hands find the small of your back, and the way you finally relax against him makes him breathe out a sigh of relief. He’ll skip school tomorrow, see Recovery Girl with you, do everything necessary for you to never return to that home ever again. 

But for now, he just holds you. He pets the tremors out of your skin, and he matches his breathing with yours, until finally it softens into quiet snores. He kisses the top of your head, and he vows that from that point on, you will never feel this pain ever again. 

[franeridart]

dude your recent demon & angel kiribaku art reminds me a little bit of aziraphale and crowley from good omens!! like aziraphale would be angrier as baku obvs but still i thought of it and it made me happy lol

A lot of people have mentioned that in the tags/under the post and that makes me!!! super happy!!!! Good Omens is one of my fav books and Crowley one of my fav characters, so the comment feels nice! I wasn’t specifically thinking about them when drawing it, but possibly a bit I was influenced anyway!! I wonder if what made everyone think about them was Kiri’s sunglasses? It’s not noticeable but I did give him glowing eyes too after all haha

Anon said:Have you ever thought about how op a TodoBakuDeku fusion would be? (if they could stay together that is lol!)

Never thought of it tbh, but at this point I’m pretty sure with a lot of work on Baku’s part they’d be able to stick together long enough! He wouldn’t find it comfortable but they’d def be one of the strongest three-people-fusions in the class - not the strongest, tho, since they all have the same sort of straightforward offensive power when it comes to their quirks, I think I could find three people who’d make a stronger fusion... Baku Kiri and Momo, for example, would be even more impressive imho! Since all their quirks cover a different field, and their minds/personalities mesh well enough to have the right amount of planning and instinctive reaction/self-preservation and safety of others/pride and self-doubt/lawfulness and chaotic acting and so on. Even just as a team, without counting them as a fusion, I think they’d make one of the most balanced ones! Compared to that putting Todo Deku and Baku in the same place is just a recipe for disaster more often than not haha

Anon said:no, i move slow, I wanna stop time, I'll sit here til I find the,, inspiration to draw,,,,,,

LMAO it’s a song about art block after all, I feel every word in it a whole damn lot hahaha

Anon said:Art block or no art block, I love everything you come up with 💜

AW HECK ANON you’re so sweet!!! Thank you so much!!!!! ;O;

Anon said:Mixing thei hero names? So uuuh King Riot?

We still don’t know Baku’s hero name, so anything might be, really! It’s why I didn’t outright have Kiri mention any idea, I got no clue myself where he was going with it haha it’d be cool if his hero name were Ground Zero, because it’d mix well with Red Riot imho (Red Zero or Ground Riot or Red Ground, they all sound nice!) but what if Baku’s hero name ends up just being Katsuki, after all? How do you mix that with Red Riot? (the answer is Red Victory, or Akatsu!! from akai (red) + katsu !! ngl I’ve thought about this a lot lmao) anyway so many possibilities so little known facts!

Anon said:I love the details on Kiri and Baku's skin. Great job!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!

Anon said:!!!!!!!!!! fran oh my god your zine piece is so beautiful!!!!!!!

Sob thank youuu!!!! I’m glad you liked it!!!! ;O;

Anon said:i just got my zine and the art and writing was so lovely, i loved your comic at the end. an amazing way to end the zine♡

THANK YOU!!!! I’m jelly, I still haven’t gotten mine ;O; I hope the comic was easy to read even in printed form, I’ve been worried about that for months hahaha rip at least there’s the pdf

Anon said: i’m in love with your kiri bday art!!!! with the colorless art like that, are we allowed to color it? of course no posting it, but just for fun.

If you promise not to post it, I’m cool with it! Thank you for liking it enough to want to do that!!! Seriously tho don’t post it if you do

Anon said:Can you draw more kamisero? g u d q u a l i t y s h i p ma' dude.

Maybe? Currently it really isn’t between my top priorities but who knows

Anon said:FRANNNNN!!!! Your comic for the Take My Hand zine!!!! I'm gonna cry! It's so beautiful and the boys are so perfect! Your art is so amazing, I was so thrilled to see your piece. Not to mention the detail you put in. Their hands killed me! With Bakugou's palms and Kiri's arms! Ugh, I just can't, I love it so much.

I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED THE HANDS it’s weird bc that one panel is probably my fav in the comic and I was so sure no one was gonna really notice it but!! So many people did!!!!! It makes me so happy oh man ;O;

Anon said:Hey coulda maybe make a traitor Kaminari comic?

Nope! No traitor arts here, sorry! SInce I don’t believe any of the theories to the point of finding them outright laughable, any art I could ever make about it would just come out looking either fake or ridiculous and no one wants to see that lmao

Anon said:your take my hand comic!!! it's so good!! thank you for doing the boys so well ;;;

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOUUUU!!!!!!!!

Anon said:I don't know if you remember, but a couple months ago I asked if it'd be okay for me to write something based on a few of your art pieces. Would that still be alright? Your art is gorgeous and makes my brain think and brings joy to me all the time ^^ would absolutely link to the art and credit you. that's not even a question :)

That still depends on which art you’re specifically talking about! And thank you so much for the compliment!!

Anon said:I don’t know if you read fan fiction, but I have one to suggest to you! It’s called, “It’s Obvious When You Lie”. Only three chapters are out so far, but it’s really good!

I’ll add it to my marked for later list then!! Thank you so much for the rec, I don’t easily try out ongoing fics so this was very nice of u!!!

Anon said:In the body switch AU Todoroki sees how fucked up Midoriya feels around Bakugou('s body?) and realizes wow fuck this guy has traumatized my bf. I wonder what I can do to fuck w/ him so the day before they switch back (So Bakugou can't do much in retaliation) he takes Bakugou's body and does the stupidest bullshit ever as revenge

HECK anon sorry but nothing like this would happen ever as long as I’m the one writing the AU! For three main reasons! One, I don’t think Deku is traumatized at all! His relationship with Baku at the moment is actually pretty damn neat and on equal footing, you go you two, growing so much!! Two, Baku and Todo are friends!!! And Todo would never be a dick to Baku instead of just talking to him, if he had a problem with him!! Three, even if one and two weren’t true, Deku has no need for knights in shining armor fighting his battles for him!! He’s a strong independent boy and if he hasn’t fought Baku over this it’s probs cause he doesn’t want anyone to fight him over it!!! Also in this specific AU Todo and Deku aren’t dating, so the scenario doesn’t work for me! Sorry!

Anon said:Have you ever thought about krbk wedding?

I have! And I’ve talked about it on here a few times too! Lately I’ve been thinking about it again tho, from a designs point of view, because!! There’s that very neat post going around tumblr about that wedding photos in which one of the two grooms has a white tux with a cape, and I’ve been thinking about a variation of it for Kirishima’s wedding suit :0 something red instead of white, but generally similar! It’s a lot of effort to draw it so I still haven’t, but yeh!!

Anon said:Hello! I read this fic about your cat comics and the author said to send you some love in their end notes so here is some well-deserved love: your art is beautiful! It's why I became interested in BakuShima and I would not have loved these characters as much if it weren't for you. You also seem to be a very nice person, your mind is beautiful and I am glad you exist

G O DS this is such a nice ask!!!! thank you so so much!!!! ;O;

Anon said:Non chiedo una risposta a questo messaggio, anzi. Volevo solo dirti che trovo la tua arte FANTASTICA, e non sai quanto i tuoi comic e tutto il tuo lavoro mi ha strappato più di un sorriso in brutti momenti. Sapere che sei italiana mi ha fatto totalmente impazzire. Continua così, hai del talento vero. E grazie!

NUHHHH GRAZIE A TE PER ESSERE COSI’ GENTILE OMFG !!!!!!!!!! ;A;

Anon said:Okay okay okay! I adore your art! Could you maybe... draw some KiriBaku fantasy? If it’s not too much to ask! It can be as simple as can be! Your art is just really cute!

Yes I can and yes I will!!! Definitely and in the near future, did you know one of the app games JUST revealed a fantasy wolf Baku as a special halloween chara?? It’s just fantasy Baku with wolf ears and tail, but he’s adorable and I’ve been wanting to draw him since I saw him this morning ;O; so cute!

Anon said:Pssst. Singer Baku, Guitarist Kami, and Drummer Kiri. A good hc if I do say so myself.

It IS a great thought!! Drummer Kiri and Singer Baku have always been a weakness of mine too, so heck!! What a good image! If we put Jirou on bass and vocals too and sero on keyboard and mina on guitar, you make my fav band right then and there hahaha

Anon said:I'm not in the BNHA fandom at the moment but your art still continues to give me the warm fuzzies

GODS ISN’T THIS A NICE ASK!! I’m happy I can make you enjoy even characters you’re not specifically into! Thank you so much for sticking around!!!! ;O;

Anon said:i just got into bnha and fell in love with your art, started going through your sketch tag, and then realize that youre the person who made a bunch of haikyuu comics i loved a while ago so im! very glad to rediscover your stuff!!

HOLY GODS THAT’S NEAT!!! Welcome back!!!! ;O;

Anon said:I love it when you draw kiri with his hair down 💕💕💕 so good, so pure 💕💕💕💕

Oh boy thank you!! ;O; he’s so much easier to draw with his hair spiked for me, knowing people like the way I draw his hair when down means a whole damn lot!! 

Anon said:Hello! First I love your account and artwork! Second will you ever be drawing Mako and Taiyou again? They are so adorable! Also Bakugou and Kirishima seems like amazing dad's!

Thank you!!! And yes I will! I have another ask around here asking about them, so maybe soon! Just gotta find the right idea to draw, I got a bunch but they’re all way too long for my curret attenton span level sadly hahaha rip

Anon said:lmaaaaooo my boi kaminari be having an emotional awakening

Kaminari is like, he’s always somewhere subconsciously known that Baku’s objectively pretty, but since he knows him so well and he’s always around him and most of the times they’re bickering and making fun of each other he’s never actually realized, so now he’s like oh, NOW I see it hahaha

Anon said:hi u probably get this enough but I wanted to give u all my appreciation for ur art thank u for sharing it with us I love everything u post ♡♡♡

THANK YOU!!!! It might be greedy of me but this sorta asks are never enough for me, so seriously thank you for taking your time to drop by and be so nice!!!

Anon said:Could you please draw more of the body swap au? Or what if a different pair of students were to switch?

I’m not gonna draw any other switch with other students, because before settling on Baku and Todo I went through a lot of possibilities and came to the conclusion that nothing would be as funny as Baku and Todo switched are (or at least nothing Horikoshi hasn’t already done himself lmao) so there’s that. I might draw more of them switched, but to be honest with you the only idea with that concept I have right now is Bakugou forgetting he’s suddenly taller and continuously walking into things around the dorms, so there’s that as well hahaha