#the ua big three

[piinkmha]

[ari-blueberry-bloop]

[loverln]

i would pay COLD HARD C A S H to see the 3rd years during the sports festival

[serxinns]

it’s about to be WW3 at a certain high school because reader-Chan has a crush on someone in their class! (how tf did class 1a’s nosey asses find out) and Valentine’s Day is around the corner too

(NOT WW3 😭😭😭😭 Yall be tryna cause CHAOS and I love it😙)

•your class waited all year for this day they couldn't wait for them to confess their love to you and be together forever!

•The class got a bunch of stuff for you! Small plushies, Candies and snacks you like, Jewelry and expensive gifts heck Momo got you a Huge Diamond (don't even ask how she got that) and of course their valentine cards and letters!

• Mina's card was filled with glitter slime and a pic a you and her with some of your favorite candies and treats!, Ochako filled her cards with doodles of you and her kissing cuddling, and even in cute outfits! And she bought you a cute little galaxy pen!,

Kiri filled his with cheesy Pickup lines and shark stickers! With a cute shark plush, Izuku filled his with the theme of your quirk in an all-might-themed Palestine card and he was gonna gift you one of the very rare all-might figure he flushed at the dream of you saying yes to being his Valentine and put his lips into his~, Bakugo is very confident yet nervous about today his friends questioned it but he tells them to piss off at the same time he's confident that you'll like the Valentine day card with all might theme puns even a "I may be number 1 but you'll always be my number 2" but at the same time generous about how you'll react will you be happy will you be disgusted will you friendzone him his mind swirled with thoughts"

•Everyone else cards was filled with either a picture of you or just giving you large or small gifts they waited until you walked into their classroom your classmates were eyeing each other jealously to see if their gifts were better then the others some were bickering to each other that y/n would love their gifts more then theirs4

•And when they heard you humming and opening the classroom door they all were about to leap out of their seats to give you their gifts until they saw you blushing with a gift from another student...

•they all stood in silence while they saw you walk happily to your desk putting the gift in your backpack

•They stood in silent for a few minutes until Mina was the one who spoke up about it and confronted you in a fake cheery tone mixed with vemon and anger

"Wow y/n chan! that gift looks really amazing where did you get it from"

"Oh it was from a secret admirer isn't that amazing!"

The class blood boiled so did Minas but she kept her composer "Thats amazing y/n! I really hope you find out who they are! You go bestie!" she said while her eye were twitching and with her teeth smashed together into a force smile "I really do- *Phone starts to ring* oh thats my phone! Ill be right back!

As soon as you were out of there sight It was chaos

•Everyone started yelling and screaming while aizawa was in his sleeping bag having a good sleep Bakugo was yelling and threatening anyone to come out and stop being a coward it became worse when Shoto said "Well how come it isn't you hot head" and now It's REALLY the hunger games now everyone was screaming the girls were glaring at anyone sneering while the boys looked like they were gonna start a slaughter that was until iida calmed them down

"Everyone calmed down it has seem that it was none of us that confess to y/n early then it must be the person that's not in the class" they stopped and thought about iidas words until hakagure held her hand up "But how do we know who is it" iida sighed and pulled his glasses up "It seems like we have to work together to find out who it is"

And the battle was on

•for classmates more secret admirers' letters were coming into your locker and your classmates went to investigate the bakusquad was in charge of watching you in the halls the dekusquad was in charge of eyeing anyone seeing if they were suspicious and if they seemed to like it they threaten them to see if they were the culprit but they get either scared to talk or get injured by trying to fight them

•But no matter how much they tried the envelops were still popping up out of nowhere

That was until they had a plan

•Hakagure walked around with no clothes looking for the security room with a small spy camera they borrowed from Mei and hooked it up on to her to sneak into the security room and rewind the day they 1st gave it to you she looked both ways to see that nobody was there

"I'm here" she spoke in an ear piece "Good now go rewind the tapes to 5:AM February 14th Hakagure typed in some stuff (blah blah hacking stuff) until she reached the security rooms she rewound the tapes grinning to herself that they were gonna catch the admirer but to their surprise, no was at your locker so she decided back to see if the culprit must've done it much earlier last night even but was no trace... The class glared at the results and for the waste of time sneered at the results who else could it be?!

• From now on your classmates were now being a bit overbearing whenever you went out they would always wanna go out as well and whenever you walked to class with them they would glare at anyone who took a glance to make sure you were theirs they made not found the culprit but once they do they'll give them the torture of their lifetime!

Meanwhile

•a giggle was made in a distance in the student's room he was gigging while writing a bunch of cheesey sunshine jokes in another love envelope with the end of your secret admirer and of the pictures of you Mirio had a crushed on you ever since they met he told Tamaki and seizure and they were all support into this Heck they were even helping with the envelops and didn't care for his obsession since they were obsessed with you too and once mirio and you got together they will share you...their darling their everything~ the giggling stopped when mirio yet finished another love letter and out it in the envelop placing a soft kiss on it

"Sooner or later...y/n will be mines no OURS~"

[dustysketchbooks]

teaching my self how to draw

day 9: nov 1st, 2024

I decided my drawing practice for today would be My Hero Academia characters since I’m almost done with the show!

I thought I was getting through these pretty quickly but checking the time now these took HOURS. I started at like 12 and it’s now 4:40 😭😭 😭

Anyway, proportions are still beating my ass as you can probably see but with more practice and I’ll get it right eventually. PLUS ULTRA! 🤭

[artemisinpink]

Amajiki Tamaki’s Playlist

(Spotify Link)

Soft, chill music.

Not to long but it’s the only one he listens to.

Lover’s Rock - TV Girl

Sofia - Clairo

Heather - Conan Gray

Daddy Issues - The Neighborhood 

Matsuri - 藤井風 (Fujii Kaze)

Shinunoga E-Wa - 藤井風 (Fujii Kaze)

Creep - Radiohead

No Surprises - Radiohead

Désolé - Gorillaz

Wasted Summers - juju<3

I Like You (A Happier Song) - Post Malone

Can’t Love You Anymore - IU

[artofkhaos404]

Bruh what is it with all these dominant, leadership type, controlling Tamaki Amajiki fanfics and headcanons. You guys are delusional. He is the shyest, softest, most anxious, most baby muffin with only rare moments of moral or heroism driven criminal arrests.

I'LL FIGHT ANYONE WHO POLLUTES MY BABY BOY *RABIES NOISES*

[teatitty]

So who's ready to hear my very correct assessment that the Big Three are literally just a combination of what our Rooftop Trio would've been if Oboro hadn't died so young

[pocketramblr]

If the Ask Game is still open, how about an AU where Midoriya has the Quirk of Mr. Compress? If not, thank you for your time and consideration.

1. Izuku LOVES his quirk (can compress matter into little green marbles) and loves planning all the ways he's going to be a hero, rescue applications, transport, so many ideas. He has several journals just dedicated to taking apart his own quirk- and he always keeps them in marbles, unlike his other journals for other quirks

2. Bakugou (like five years old) suggested seeing if he could compress a whole person, and was SO OFFENDED that Izuku didn't immediately test this on HIM, instead saying he would try it on something alive but not a whole person. Izuku cried with relief for half an hour that the little bug he tried it on survived the attempt.

3. Bakugou assumes he's going to be the number one hero and combat headliner while Izuku is his top sidekick in charge of actually managing the other extras at his agency for rescue work. Izuku sees this as less set in stone, but I'll let them actually be longtime friends here, Izuku bringing a sort of "I will see you as a villain if you attack a random kid with your quirk and will stick you in marble time out" vibe to their friendship that Bakugou quickly learns to not actually need.

4. One day the two are walking to Izuku's house after school, when sludgy attacks. Exploding it does nothing, and when Bakugou is grabbed Izuku marbles him to pull him out. Then sludgy grabs him, and marble-ing parts of him isn't stopping him, and Izuku tries his quirk on himself for the first time, unsure if he'll be able to release it.

Sludgy grumbles and moves over the two marbles, and gets smashed in the face by All Might.

5. Izuku pops out of his marble just in time to see All Might shrink, screams, and gets a quick explanation in return for saying where he came from. Toshi praises him for quick thinking and saving his friend, signs his notebook, and leaves. Izuku spends the next ten minutes looking around for the marble Bakugou is in, making sure to hide his notebook before letting him out.

[strwberryblast]

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All might

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Aizawa

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UA's big three

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Shinso

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[spittyfishy]

Oh sorry, green tea is midoriya and ochako (midori is green and ocha is tea).

Ohhh alrighty lol that makes sense!

A totally sweet ship, and I could fully seen them getting together. Personally there are other ships with these characters I like more (Midoryia x Iida and Ochako x Tsu respectively), so it isn’t my go to ship or anything, but they’re absolutely super important to each other and would always be close

[persephoneflouwers]

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[aspenforest732]

Bello Licentiae Chapter 12: It Begins

Summary:

tw: abuse, gunfire, trauma mention, gang mentions Shie Hassaiki arc begins with a bang:) 'text' JSL Text thoughts

Akira slipped into their apartment on Sunday, stepping more heavily to alert Dabi. As they slipped into the living room, Akira waved to get his attention. He gestured them over then continued reapplying cream to the edges of his grafts. The skin around the edges on his arms especially looked darker than before, and the cream glistened on the pink skin left of burns. ' Are you okay? How's Marbles holding up? '

Dabi snorted and sat up a bit on the couch. Akira leveled him with a flat look at the grimace he tried to hide. "I'm fine, Pipsqueak. Marbles got his prosthetic, so he's adjusting to that. How's your book?"

After a moment, Akira let a small grin slip on their face as they leaned against the side. ' I haven't gotten the chance to sit down with it yet. I can't believe you remembered! '

"Of course I remembered," Dabi waved a hand dismissively, flashing more pink skin on the underside. "It's the one nonessential you've been pining for since you got those epics."

Akira settled next to him and leveled a soft glare at him when he tried to wave them off again. He begrudgingly let them continue applying the cream, gently massaging as they went. Even if they were too late to really— Dabi lightly flicked the back of their hand. They startled out of their thoughts, blinking up in surprise at his cocked brow. Right.

"We're warping in half an hour," Dabi broke the silence, however brief. "Figured you'd want to see Marbles." While they occupied their hands with helping where they could, Dabi gave them updates on the League. They were lying low for the most part, recovering at a safe house from the small but heavy fight. Twice wouldn't be there, something about littles.

Maybe he collects miniatures? Not the weirdest thing he could collect for sure. Akira shook their head as they closed the cream. After a moment, they signed, ' I figured out who Kurogiri was. ' Dabi looked over curiously, readily accepting the nomu notebook they handed over. ' Eraser and Present Mic's school friend. '

"Well shit," Dabi muttered. "That would explain a lot." Akira tilted their head as his fingers ghosted over the pages. Glancing back to them, he continued, "Mic's deaf, right? I bet he learned sign language for him. He always paid a bit more attention when I talked about Eraser and U.A. Not that I gave out their secrets," Dabi put his hands up when Akira's gaze hardened. "Do whatever you need to get ready, I'll finish up here."

As they stepped through the warp gate, Akira took stock of the dim, dingy safehouse. It seemed stable enough to support the League, but there were definitely areas for drafts to whistle through and critters to live. Kurogiri led them to the basement where Magne was arguing with Spinner.

"-she's still a minor! What don't you get about her not only having a villain quirk but being a villain ? The system will tear her apart and spit her back out to die," Spinner widely gestured as he got in Magne's face.

Kurogiri cleared his throat as Shigaraki and Dabi watched the pair in annoyance. Magne quickly turned to the newcomers and huffed in exasperation. "Mori, would you be able to check on Toga? I know you have some connections, and we want to make sure she's doing okay."

Akira nodded, ' Eraser would've been the arresting hero, so she should be getting help. Can I take a look at Marbles' stump? I want to double-check my memory of the scar pattern. '

"Of course, my dear," Mr. Compress loosened the straps for his prosthetic, carefully lowering it enough to detach the sensors before removing it completely.

The stump was cleanly severed, and there was quite a bit of discoloration around the wound. Giran's primary doctor's trademark thin black ring sealed the wound, but the geometric patterns within the scar tissue drew their eye. Since it was a deconstruction in the heat of battle, the broken oval patterns indicated a cellular level instead of molecular or the more methodic structural method. No construction left the ovals broken instead of complete. After sketching the pattern and jotting down the confirmation, Akira snapped their notebook closed and backed off. ' Thanks, how far back are you with Broker? I remember even basic medical procedures have a hefty price tag. '

"Not recruiting kids," Spinner spat.

Akira's eyebrows shot up as they looked to Magne. She inclined her head with a sigh. "Not that you lot should've done that in the first place, but that was part of the payment. It's nothing for you to worry about, though. With the payment from Overhaul, we should be set."

' So you are going through with a deal, ' Akira signed slowly, taking in Shigaraki's murderous expression with the others' uncertainty. ' With who's involved in the investigations, I won't be able to provide you much from them. While unlikely that Foresight will be used on me, it's still a possibility that I can't afford right now. '

"What about Aoyama?" Shigaraki rasped, looking up from his blank controller. "He's been afk for too long."

' Sparkles left and won't sell your secrets, ' Akira signed while carefully watching their reactions. Magne and Mr. Compress looked somewhat relieved while Shigaraki and Spinner grew more agitated. The former started to scratch at his neck, but Kurogiri intercepted with a tube of moisturizing cream for dehydration quirks.

"Are you certain?" Kurogiri asked, glancing back to them.

' Yes, he would have been more of a risk to force to stay than to let go.'

The next morning, Mad Banquet reviewed their schedules for the week, their work study days mostly matching up. Akira and Kirishima would do evening patrols with Fat Gum Monday, Tuesday, Friday. Hitoshi and Midoriya would do night patrols with Eraser Thursday, Friday, Saturday. Koji would do afternoon patrols with Sir Nighteye Tuesday, Friday, Saturday. Fumikage would do evening patrols with Hawks Monday, Wednesday, Friday. Aoyama would do morning patrols with Yoroi Musha Friday, Saturday, Sunday. Hitoshi would consistently take notes for the group, and they'd have study sessions most lunches to help with areas members were struggling.

After a quick lunch, Akira walked Kirishima through the route they normally took to Fat Gum's agency and went over a couple alternate routes in case of delays or power outages. Kirishima remained quiet and grew increasingly on edge, which had Akira subtly looking around and keeping an ear out for anything unusual. They would have dismissed it as nervousness for the work study, but that didn't quite feel right with Kirishima's sunshine personality. Akira finished their explanations a few minutes into the train ride and looked expectantly towards the redhead.

' Is something wrong? ' Kirishima signed.

Akira scanned the train car again, but aside from the occasional looks for being U.A. students, there was still nothing that seemed amiss. ' Not that I can tell. What's got you on edge? '

Kirishima looked at them with confusion for a moment before clarifying, "You." Akira tensed, gut coiling as they checked the exits. Kirishima went on, seemingly unaware of their reaction, "You've been in what we call 'stealth mode' since we left U.A., and you keep looking like a villain's going to jump out of every shadow or crowd."

Realizing what happened, Akira forced themself to relax a bit and focus mostly on the redhead. ' I guess you haven't seen me much outside school. This is how I operate outside safe zones. It's not something I'd expect from another student, so while I'm with one, I watch for both of us. '

"Oh," Kirishima relaxed into his seat. "I can keep an eye out, too. That's totally manly of you to be protective, though."

Akira lightly shook their head, going back to people-watching for the rest of the trip. Kirishima talked about his love of meat and fanboyed over a documentary of Crimson Riot that came out recently. Akira knew a little of the limelight hero's quirk, and he was one of the few limelight heroes they hadn't found much dirt on. Some of his older taglines and comments were sexist or off-color, but he was one of the few they'd found who seemed to genuinely change after backlash.

"Oh! Did you listen to Present Mic's last broadcast?" Kirishima asked after a while.

Akira shook their head. ' I was on patrol. Why? '

"He had this really interesting segment on Quirkless." Akira froze as Kirishima went into some of the statistics mentioned. They carefully watched his body language as he talked about the tragedy of less than ten percent making it past sixteen. "It's just so manly how they go through so much and survive. I don't think I could do that."

Akira slowly nodded, softening their expression as Kirishima zoned back in. ' I'm surprised the Commission let that air. They usually try to downplay Quirkless statistics and representation. A number of businesses have the "no Quirkless" signs in their windows. It's legal to discriminate against Quirkless people since the law only protects people with quirks. '

"That's horrible!" Kirishima gaped. "I've never noticed them before, but I refuse to give anyone business who excludes people like that."

Fat Gum greeted them at the train station, eagerly taking them on the same tour he'd given Akira the first day of their internship. They glanced at the hero a few minutes into the tour as they picked up a tail, but a slight smirk confirmed Mouse's presence. Akira let their focus shift to Kirishima as he animatedly talked about his studies and his excitement to work with such a manly hero. Akira pointedly didn't look towards Mouse as faer movements became increasingly noticeable and Kirishima still didn't seem to catch on. A few times, the diminutive hero shifted in their periphery, but the redhead never showed a sign of noticing anything off.

As the agency came into view, Kirishima startled badly as Mouse shifted a block ahead of them as fae walked out of an alley. Akira snorted as the redhead instinctually hardened. He took stook of their amusement and Fat Gum's appraising, mildly amused look, ultimately releasing his quirk.

' I wondered if you were going to notice Mouse, ' Akira grinned. ' Fae's been following us since almost the start of the tour. '

"What? How could I have missed that," Kirishima deflated.

"Don't sweat it, kiddo, it usually takes people a while to notice faer," Fat Gum gave Kirishima an enthusiastic thump on the back. Akira blinked up at him curiously at the motion but quickly looked away as they realized why he didn't try that with them. "Mori here is one of the few exceptions, but always being hyper-vigilant comes at a cost."

Mouse gave a mock salute before heading into the agency, and soon the group was introducing Kirishima to everyone. When Akira finally let their guard drop, the redhead seemed to relax more into the introductions, letting his sunny personality shine through. They spent the afternoon reviewing paperwork with him, introducing more twilight-related paperwork, and going over call signs. Amajiki would be joining them the next day since he worked Tuesday Wednesday Friday.

As Akira watched Kirishima, they picked up on more of the redhead's insecurities and, while outwardly very positive, he at times reminded them of Amajiki, albeit more outgoing. He moved quickly to appease a few times over perceived mistakes, which left Akira confused. Taishiro was quick to reassure Kirishima and move on with gentle correction, but the redhead consistently seemed to expect a different reaction, even hardening the first time Taishiro was a little slow to respond. Maybe something happened with Fourth Kind? Akira wondered. He definitely didn't act like this in class.

After going over security clearance levels for cases, Taishiro briefed Kirishima on the trigger case, including Akira's observations. "That reminds me," Taishiro added with a glance to Akira. "There is a case that goes above top secret, which is considered compartmented. We rarely use that classification so unless it's an emergency, you won't be seeing that for the work study. Mori is involved due to bringing the case to my attention. Again, if anyone says they can't discuss a case with you, it's a matter of clearance or whether the content is suitable for your age, not personal."

"Does it have to do with their family?" Kirishima asked, expression growing tight. "Kat was angrier than I've seen him in a while when I brought up their name after the licensing exam."

"Like I said, we can't discuss the case, especially who it is or isn't pertaining to," Taishiro said sternly but not unkindly. "I would recommend staying away from the Inoue and Wrens, though."

"Oh yeah, the whole class is staying clear of them," Kirishima said derisively. "From what we know of Mori, it's pretty clear they're horrible people."

That night's patrol was pretty uneventful, mostly checking with informants and showing Kirishima the ropes. His internship kept him mostly in the office, and his fawning diminished somewhat once they were out of the office. Kirishima also didn't seem to mind working with the gangs, eagerly meeting the members as he would any other work associate.

By the time the pair got back to the dorms, it was almost four. Kirishima headed straight to his room, but Akira checked the living room for any of their resident insomniacs. Finding none, they were about to head up when they heard the front door open again. Only Fumikage or Aizawa would be coming in this late. Curiosity piqued, Akira slunk towards the sound of quiet, excited chittering. Fumikage left the genkan as they neared the hallway, and Akira let him pass before stepping out of the shadows.

Akira grinned at his startled squawk and Dark Shadow's warbling cackle. ' I take it your patrol went well? '

Fumikage chirped excitedly, drawing a cocked eyebrow from Akira. He had been unlearning to repress his birdlike traits, but they were still pretty limited. It was nice to see him more openly expressing himself. "Hawks is teaching us how to fly!"

"He's teaching you ," Dark Shadow preened. "I have been flying since you first summoned me."

' That's great! ' Akira smiled tiredly. ' You'll have to tell us how it went once everyone's up. '

Kirishima eagerly filled the train ride trying to learn anything about Amajiki. The older boy mostly responded with silence or one to two words, and Akira nudged Kirishima whenever he got too pushy. At one point, Amajiki looked to Akira in confusion as Kirishima admitted he was uncertain about proving himself to Fat Gum, but they just shrugged.

Fat Gum picked them up from the station like usual and started pointing out how to watch for tails, using a far more visible Mouse as an example. The rule of three was a good place to start, as seeing the same person three separate times in a short time span was enough cause to go on alert. Fat Gum also covered trusting your gut and disguising your body language, although the latter's emphasis was on public appearances over reconnaissance work since Kirishima was aiming for Limelight.

At the agency, Fat Gum led the trio to his office. "Before we go over night and morning shifts' reports, I need to talk with Kirishima for a moment about your previous internship. Would you rather Tamaki or Mori stay or leave?" he asked kindly.

"With Fourth Kind?" Kirishima looked confused but still bright. "I don't mind if they stay."

"Okay, kiddo, but you can change your mind at any time," Taishiro smiled gently, although Akira picked up on the underlying tension as Tamaki probably did. "Did Fourth Kind ever make you uncomfortable or put his hands on you?"

"No, he was just teaching me and Tetsutetsu about client-facing work," Kirishima grinned. "When we made mistakes or were late, he hit us with our quirks active, but that was just him helping us with endurance. We didn't do much physical work other than cleaning up a park."

Taishiro frowned, brow knitting as he looked over the redhead. "Kirishima, that's not training. That's abuse. Did you tell anyone what was going on?"

Kirishima chuckled awkwardly, "That can't be abuse, right? Everyone has a different teaching style, and Bakugo spent most of his internship fighting with Mirko." Akira shook their head when Kirishima looked to them for confirmation.

' Pretty sure it qualifies, Red Hot, ' Akira gently but firmly pressed. Suddenly unsure of themself, they looked to Taishiro for confirmation, who nodded firmly. ' The goal of sparring is to improve fighting skills. Just taking hits is a really inefficient way of increasing endurance even if we ignore that it was meant as a punishment. '

"Either you can tell Aizawa or I can, but Fourth Kind needs to be taken off the list of internship options," Taishiro explained. He put up a hand as Kirishima tried to protest, "Since that's given you skewed expectations for working at an agency, we'll strive to give you a more normal experience. This is not a difference of teaching styles but morals. If anyone here, including myself, makes you uncomfortable or hurts you, come to me or someone else you're comfortable with."

As they prepared for patrol about an hour later, Taishiro frowned at his phone before returning his attention to the group. "Sir Nighteye sent an interagency meeting request for tomorrow morning. Kirishima, if you're unfamiliar with him, he is a reconnaissance hero whose work is well-known among heroes. I would like all three of you to be there so you can see how teamups work, but I'll only require Tamaki's presence since you're supposed to be off that day. If you do decide to come, it would be more efficient to stay here the night."

' I'll go, ' Akira signed firmly, and Kirishima echoed the sentiment enthusiastically. Akira shot off a text to Aizawa informing him of their plan to stay the night, keeping the reason vague as a valuable opportunity the next morning. While unlikely, there was a chance the meeting was unrelated to the Shie Hassaiki investigation.

A couple hours in, Fat Gum was lightly teasing Suneater to encourage Red Riot to loosen up. The older boy still occasionally misinterpreted the hero's words, but Red Riot and Mortis were quick to reassure him. Fat Gum knew his limits, always staying within them and visually checking in as Suneater reacted.

Fat Gum surged forward at the sound of a distressed crowd. Red Riot took a moment to react as the other students were already darting behind the hero. Bursting onto another street, Fat Gum enveloped a small group as one of their Jet contacts slowed to a stop. Mortis spotted their target slip out of the group just as Red Riot rounded the corner and Suneater shot out tentacles to wrap around the villain, who reverted in surprise.

"What's with this octopus?!" the villain shouted.

"That's mean..." Suneater slumped as he incapacitated the man and kept him on the ground with a clawed foot.

"No, wait, that's not an insult! He's talking about how it looks!" Red Riot encouraged as Mortis approached, pushing up the villain's jacket sleeve to check the scar.

"Hey! What's this kid doing?" the villain squirmed against the restraining tentacles.

Mortis ran a finger over the scar tissue, noting the tiny, complete ovals and perfect circle around his arm. Turning back, they signed, ' That confirms my theory. '

"I wonder if I did okay," Suneater murmured. Mortis softly smiled and gave a thumbs up in support.

"It was amazing! You were so fast and so good at using your Quirk!" Red Riot encouraged even as he seemed a little disheartened at not doing anything.

"Our Suneater's skills have long been as good as a pro's!" Fat Gum called out with a grin as he tied up the other villains. "He still needs to work on his mental weakness, though. Right?"

The crowd erupted in cheers and encouragement as Suneater froze, deactivating his quirk now that the threat was gone. Mortis gave him an encouraging smile as they put quirk-suppressing restraints on the one he took down. They looked up just in time for Fat Gum to shout, "Oh no! Get down!"

A muzzle flashed, and they threw their weight into Suneater, taking them both to the ground as a red bullet lodged in his arm. Mortis went to teleport a shield of bodies but was a hair too slow as Red Riot was already in the way of the second bullet, Hardening causing it to reflect off his forehead.

As the crowd scattered, Red Riot called out, "I'll capture him!"

"It hurts less than I thought it would," Suneater muttered, ears slightly downturned in confusion. Red Riot took off after the villain after seeing the older was alright, and Suneater lifted his arm. "I'll catch him with my octopus!"

Mortis startled as only a little slime came out of Suneater's fingers. The teen's eyes grew wide, and Fat Gum started after Red Riot, concerned at the boy's recklessness. Knowing their quirk was still active, Mortis plucked the reflected bullet off the ground from a little ways away, carefully holding it so the broken needle wouldn't leak out any more of whatever was inside.

"I'm not hurt, but my quirk won't activate!" Suneater called after Fat Gum in a panic. The hero stopped, turning in confusion.

' It's not Eraser. I think it was the bullet, ' Mortis quickly explained. ' You go, I'll stay with Sun Eater. ' After a moment's hesitation, Fat Gum sped off. Mortis placed a grounding hand on Suneater's arm, exaggerating their breathing as his ears quivered and eyes kept going in and out of focus. After a few minutes, police cruisers rolled up with a couple other local heroes, and Suneater had calmed enough to take control of the situation again.

While Suneater gave them a rundown, Mortis gathered the villains and showed their provisional license to the officers. They bagged the bullet as evidence, and Mortis approached the detective talking with Suneater. ' The one in quirk suppressant cuffs has been in contact with a deconstruction construction quirk in the past three months based on the circular arm scar. They're pretty rare, so that might be a place to look for connections. '

"You could tell that from a scar?" the detective asked skeptically. "You're just a teenager, don't sound so confident about things like this."

Suneater frowned, ready to defend them when Mortis signed to him, ' Don't bother. I'll bring it up to Fat Gum. '

Notes:

soo I might've originally forgotten to put Twice in that scene. I didn't feel like figuring out how his presence changed dynamics and writing more dialogue, so I found an easy out with a reference :) the scar patterns? Bullshit. I just wanted something to show their knowledge instead of telling. I realized when looking to compare Kiri's internship with his work study that Fourth Kind was abusive, so figured it would be good to give him some reactions based on that. It also seemed to be about optics mostly

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[menofsweaters]

your honor I love them

[justatypicalwizard]

Virgin Bakugo x reader, suggestive

Imagine Katsuki who’s a total and complete virgin. His brash and aggressive exterior fooled others into deeming him a playboy. Handsome, successful and proud, what else would he need to perfectly abide the stereotype. Except, ever since he started UA, ever since he dreamed about becoming a pro-hero, ever since he laid his eyes on All Might, Bakugo had nothing else in mind except hard work. He bent his neck over homework, he cracked his knuckles before training and he broke his bones during missions, everything for the sake of greatness. Love didn’t exactly fit into his schedule.

It started when he was a kid. Other boys kept weird magazines under their beds and looked at girls wishing they got a lock of silky hair to keep. Katsuki didn’t understand. Girls in his class at school were weird and annoying. They always had to move in a group, went together into toilet stalls and whispered as if they couldn’t talk like normal people - loud and straightforward. What did his friends see in them?

Later, in middle school Katsuki finally discovered a few throughgoing differences between him and a set of new girls in class. His friends’ magazines turned into online videos that Katsuki despised. They felt unnatural and shameful. So he cut the topic short, deeming the girls in class boring and stupid. And honestly, that’s how he felt about them.

When a particular shortie with deep black hair, cut a few inches above her chin, stopped him in the middle of the track field, Katsuki sighed. What now? The girl confessed her crush, digging a small hole in the dirt with the heel of her shoe, and Katsuki felt almost nothing, maybe slightly uncomfortable with a tiny pinch of pity. She teared up but mumbled a sorry, to which he responded with a grunt and a ‘better not talk to me again, this is awkward’. Until the end of middle-school, no other girl built up the guts to confess to him.

UA made Katsuki feel like home. He was a cog, awfully clattering one, nonetheless a well working. When he moved into the dorms he was closer to girls than ever before, and once again it changed nothing. The blonde felt satisfied with himself, able to satisfy himself, with no need for another person turning his perfectly working plan upside down. He listened to his friends stories about kisses and, later, first times without much regret. When he gets to the top women will throw themselves to his feet, like Hawks or Endeavour. No need to stress about it, it’s not like he likes back any of the girls that lay eyes on him when he flexes and bends during workout.

This was the biggest lie Katsuki made himself believe. Time flew by and suddenly his friends were no longer making fun of each others’ stories about awkward first kisses or boob touching. They were no longer excited about relationships, they no longer made a big fuss out of every glance that lasted a second too long. It became events of the every day for them, and Katsuki felt left out.

When asked he turned a blind eye, he built a thick wall around his love life that no one was allowed to cross. Friends and family accepted the distance, deeming it yet another Katsuki thing. Given how handsome and successful he is, the man had to have a girlfriend or two, or three. They were simply kept a secret, nothing new for a pro-hero.

And so it went. Fear crept up Katsuki’s bones every time he imagined a botched relationship, an awkward one-night-stand, an adult-virgin first kiss. Girls were no longer girls, they were women, all grown up and knowing what they want. All expecting experience or mastery even from someone like him. All making him freeze, his body betraying, retreating in a defeated manner masked as brashness. ‘Dream on’ he used to say when an intern or a model from a small company approached during hero-themed parties.

Showing someone how utterly inexperienced Katsuki was, letting someone open up this new and fragile part of himself started to merge with the feeling of defeat. Quickly, the blonde decided that if anyone ever learned about his weakness, it would be the end of him. He saw, with the eye of his imagination, the headlines honking about Virgin Dynamite! Is it possible for the top handsome ranking pro-hero to be a virgin? Who stole Dynamite’s first kiss? And so on.

Out of options, Katsuki decided to let it go, unsure what to do, fed up with trying to find a solution.

That was until he found himself, thigh to thigh, shoulder to shoulder, on this painfully tiny couch, with you. There was a party, a fancy tuxedo one. There were people and drinks and perfectly glossed lips. There was music and vodka on rocks. And then suddenly there was none, only you and him, in a room forgotten by the ever-moving crowd.

Did the party end? Were there limousines lined up in front of the gold-dripping hotel, waiting patiently for their pro-heroes? Was there a villain attack and everyone went to the rescue? Was there a natural disaster happening? Where did these damn people go when Katsuki needed them? Where could he vanish when you were so close and so warm?

The blonde wanted to get up and walk away, spitting some bullshit in your face but his body froze. There it was, his secrets in danger. Despite not having much romantic experience himself, Katsuki was not stupid, he knew when lust filled his veins, he knew when someone wanted him. Right now you both felt the same way and while in fear of losing his pride, Katsuki couldn’t move away.

He couldn’t budge when you laid your palm on his thigh, he kept still as stone when you turned to face him fully, he stopped breathing when you moved close enough to let him feel your breath on his cheek. All the while he dug his fingernails into your knee.

Was it the uneven breathing that gave him away? Was it his hand that felt so lost on your skin? Or maybe it were his eyes that fought a battle between looking away and straight into your bust. The blonde wasn’t sure but when you glanced at him, with this frisky look in your eyes, he knew he was doomed. Katsuki nearly started waiting for a laugh when you tugged at his tie letting him fall over and cage you on the couch that was still painfully tiny.

“First time?” You breathed into the skin of his neck, climbing higher, pawing at his back and chest for support. Before he could answer your lips were on his in a hasteful and eager kiss. It was messy and all over your lips and cheeks and necks, all over the place. It was over in a blink of an eye.

Is this how a first kiss feels like? His friends told him stories about long, sweet and innocent pecks. This was nothing like the blackening memories at the back of his head. This felt like him, felt like his first kiss. Angry, bursting and forceful. Katsuki loved it.

“So it is.” Your voice, so close to his ear, tore him out of his head. You were still awaiting a response, one that would make him crumble, one that would destroy this perfectly unbalanced moment of lustful chaos.

Later Katsuki will wonder whether experience meant knowing what to say and do in the right moment, because you certainly knew how to do just that.

Gripping the collar of his shirt you tore the highest button, letting it fall down between your breasts for the blonde to find later. It were hands and knees everywhere for Katsuki, hotness and short breaths.

“You know what.” You asked, making him hum deeply into your skin. “If this is your first time then I cannot wait to see what you’ve got. After all an animal is the most aggressive, the most carnal when it’s starving.”

The little giggle that followed your smart remark made Katsuki grin widely. Fuck cliche stories about awkward frist times, fuck shy kissess and fuck confessions spoken with trembling lips. Katsuki will have to live with the fact that someone, that you, took away his virginity and you knew damn well about it. He will have to get over the loss of his mysteriousness (if you two are to date officially). Katsuki will gladly accept that. How could he not when once again he came out of a battle victoriously.Maybe it was his first time but it was his first time, his rules, his game and his girl.

[crqelsummer]

reiko is such a Character and i hate her