#tiny Ochako Uraraka

[herbarimoon]

Day 22 - Candy

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[rose-void-789]

Okay but the biggest thing for me that has always kept me from liking Izuocha is that I come from fairytail. I know shonen romance isn't boring. I know what it's like to see the two main leads love and fight and admire each other. And that's the thing that I always wanted for Ochako. I wanted badly for her to have what Lucy has.

And I did ship them at first because they were cute and I thought oh the hero name. The helping Deku win his entrance exam. Her having her own goals. Being broke the friendship. it seemed so much like Nalu. Better too because I could see Izuku blushing at her too.

And then someone says something about twin stars. About Izuku and Bakugou being intertwined. About win to save save to win. And then I see the second movie and my mind explodes. I reread the manga and realize what Katsuki did. Izuku was always pushing chasing looking at him. And that wasn't to say that izuocha couldn't happen but that interconnection I saw with Nalu wasn't it more with bkdk. And it kept getting worse. Ochako kept getting sidelined to better explore the relationship between Izuku and Bakugou.

Izuku never looked at her like she did him. Never thought about her like she did him. A blush or two wr got at most. But Ochako whole character started to soley revolved around her feelings towards him. She was the only one carrying the romance plot.

Mha isn't a show about romance but neither is Fairytail. And yet Lucy never got sideline in fact even with all the stuff on Zeref and Gray Lucy found herself interconnected to Natsu through her own bloodline. And they always had moments ones where he's scared of her getting hurt, of catching her from falling, of going berserk because he thought she died, of protecting her, of finishing a big villan off together, of being on missions together. Hell when he ran away shes the one that found him. When Izuku ran away bakugou found him. When Ochako was in danger Tsyu was there or any number of other heros, when she almost died Toga held her safely. Nalu gave me such a high expectation for shonen romance and female leads. So of course it's so frustrating seeing people call the obvious love intest boring when it can be anything that. To act like the female lead has to carry the romance plot and contribute nothing else. That the male lead can just walzt up to the that stupid clif and say that he loves her and that he always has when it was only ever iluded that he even thought that much about her in the last half of the war. And for her to so easily accept because when her whole arc is about her feelings for the guy isn't it only fair that they end up together.

Where is the interconnectivity, the care from him. Where is him looking at her the same way she looks up to him. How is the fanservice show better at writing a strong heroen! A strong partnership!

I'm so tried. I'm so sorry to everyone that's watch shonen and are expecting this out of female characters. That it's typical for the romance plot to be given to the girl and the big moments where I seen love intrest shine are given to the "rival." Ochako deserves better.

[mettywiththenotes]

Tiny Toga

[ddlert]

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[amaiwrites]

MHA GIRLS AS YOUR CLASSMATE

What it would be like to be classmates with the 1-A girls!

mha girls x gn!reader hcs! (can be read as platonic or romantic) ochako, momo, jiro, mina, tsuyu and hagakure

OCHAKO URARAKA, who passes you little notes everyday. It could be a question like “wanna hang out after school?” or just a cute drawing, but you often see a little folded paper on your desk. 

It’s the middle of class and you just noticed something on your desk. a folded paper with a tiny pink heart drawn on top. You look over to Ochako, who’s too busy writing down notes about the lesson to notice you smiling at her.

You open the paper, reading the content inside. “hey, wanna hang out after school? :D” is written in black ink. you take your pencil and write on her note “ofc <3” and slide it back to her. 

Ochako reads the note, smiling over at you before going back to her notes. 

MOMO YAOYOROZU, who helps you study. If you space off in class, she’ll let you copy off her notes. She even invites you to her dorm for study dates, because she “has fun helping you with your academics.”

“Y/n?”

You snap out of your thoughts, looking over at Momo. “Yeah?”

“You haven’t written down any notes.” You look at Momo’s paper with half of the page already filled— then at yours, which is empty. 

“Here, you can copy off mine, but pay more attention next time!” Momo tilts her notebook towards you slightly, and you thank her for helping and start writing.

Momo tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “We can also study at my dorm later, if you want.”

You nod your head in agreement, making Momo smile. 

KYOKA JIRO, who gives you her airpod in a boring class so you can both listen to music. She’ll usually play loud rock music but sometimes you’ll convince her to turn it down so she can at least try to focus. 

You let out a sigh, only loud enough for you, and Jiro, to hear. She looks over at you, then digs through her bag and pulls out her airpods case. You take an airpod from her and she puts on her “punk rock” playlist.

You take a few minutes to not pay attention to Mr. Aizawa, lightly tapping your feet to the rhythm of the music. After one or two songs, you turn to face Jiro. 

“Hey, maybe we should try to pay attention a little bit, that looks like some stuff we should know…”

Jiro shrugs. “Yeah, you’re right.” she turns her music down some, giving you a thumbs up before she starts writing. 

MINA ASHIDO, who is always talking to you during class. It doesn’t bother you at all, but Aizawa often has to interrupt his teaching to tell her to pay attention. Due to all of her talking she doesn’t get the best grades, but you try your best to help her!

“Hey Y/n? Me and the squad are gonna be hanging out in my room if you wanna come! It’ll be fun!” Mina whisper shouts, a grin on her face.

“I’ll be there!” You whisper back, already excited to be there to see the bakusquad shenanigans.

“Oh, did you hear that-“ 

“Mina, stop talking in my class, or i will send you to detention.” Aizawa clears his throat and goes back to his lesson. Mina grabs your arm and has a displeased look on her face.

“i’ll tell you later..” She says, and then she tries to focus on the lesson. You can clearly see that she’s confused.  

“I could help you later if you want.” You offer, and Mina wraps you up in a hug.

“I love you Y/n thank you!!” she exclaims not in a whisper voice and you quickly shush her. Luckily Aizawa didn’t hear anything.

TSUYU ASUI, who is always giving you little snacks and packing your lunch for you. Sometimes she’ll even bring delicious homemade food!

Your stomach grumbles and you look around to see if anyone noticed— but they didn’t. You forgot to eat breakfast and it’s the class before lunch, so you’re starving. You stare at the clock, willing it to go faster. 

“Y/n? Are you hungry, kero? I made chocolate cookies if you want some.” Your eyes light up at Tsu’s words and you eagerly nod your head. 

Tsu hands you a cookie and you take a bite of it immediately. “Mmm!” you whisper because you‘re not really supposed to be eating in class, “These are so good, thank you!”

“im glad you like them, kero.” Tsu says, taking a bite of her cookie as well.

TORU HAGAKURE, who always lets you borrow her school supplies. Pencils, highlighters, erasers, anything you need!

“Okay class, take out your pencil and notebook. You’re gonna need them for this assignment.” Mr. Aizawa says. You pull out your notebook but after searching for two minutes, you realize that you have no pencil.

Hagakure taps you on the shoulder. “Y/n? Here, take this.” She holds out a sky blue pencil with little clouds on the sides.

“Thanks!” You say, “You’re really awesome for letting me use your school supplies, Hagakure. I owe you one!”

You can’t see Hagakure’s expression, but she sounds like she’s flustered. “O-oh, it’s no problem! I’m happy to help.”

i reposted this from my old account but i improved the writing a lot lol

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[kur0m1sblog]

Class 1-A’s favorite things to do when they’re s/o has a big butt!

Summary: Class 1-A Girls Favorite Things To Do When They’re S/O Has A Big Ass

Characters: Class 1-A Girls

Warnings: Cussing, Groping, Mentions of Panties, sfw

Genre: Fluff

Reader: Fem! Reader

PART ONE HERE!

REQUEST ARE OPEN!

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Ochako Uraraka

She doesn’t notice it until you guys are changing with the other girls in the locker room

She thinks it’s one of your cuter features

One of her favorite things to do with your butt is to leave her hand on it

You don’t know why, and she doesn’t either

Tsuyu Asui

She adores it honestly

She loves seeing it in anything

Skirts, jeans, shorts, leggings, low rise jeans, panties, nothing, anything.

Sometimes in private when your walking around in bottoms that are tiny on you, she yanks the belt-loop just to give you a quick kiss

Momo Yaoyorozu

Didn’t notice it till Mineta pointed it out

She clearly saw that you were uncomfortable, so she went out to buy you multiple pairs of black and white tights for you

Plain colors, that weren’t see-through

She will admit when you guys weren’t dating, she sometimes would be flustered by your body in the uniforms

When you guys started dating and being more comfortable with each other, she’s take you to the mall and buy new panties and bras for you

She finds you cute in just your panties and a small t-shirt

Mina Ashido

She loveeeees it!

She thinks it’s the best thing on the entire universe

She loves how plush and soft it is

She loves when you or her go to each others dorm and lay down together

She usually likes when you lay on her chest cause she likes playing with the lining of your panties

Kyouka Jirou

Doesn’t pay much attention to it till one day she was changing by the hole, and Mineta saw you only in a bra and panties and was being loud about it and poked him in the eye

She laughs everytime you fall on your butt

She thinks it’s cute when you get hurt, she doesn’t know why, and you don’t

She loves taking care of you

She likes poking your butt too, she likes when it jiggles and laughs at it

Tooru Hagakure

Not one of her favorite features of you, but still gives it the same attention as the rest of you

She likes seeing you in tiny mini-skirts

She loves shopping with you for panties and bras

She thinks the color lavender fits you

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Notes: Thank you so much for the support! The First Part was super good, and thank you for everything! Hope you enjoy, and have a great morning/afternoon/night!

[andypantsx3]

Deceiving the Duke | 6 | Todoroki Shouto

pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Female Reader

length: 3.1k of 30k words | 6th of 9 chapters

summary: When Camie Utsushimi elopes on the eve of her society debut, scandal threatens to destroy the family’s prospects. It’s up to you, a maid, to impersonate Camie throughout the Season, long enough that her elder sister can make a match. The only trouble? Lord Shouto Todoroki is also intent on making a match—and that match, quite impossibly, appears to involve you.

tags/warnings: romance, regency au, class differences, hidden identity/identity porn, aged up characters, eventual smut

Over the course of the ensuing weeks, your certainty only grew worse: you were developing feelings for Lord Shouto.

You sent another letter to Camie, ashamed to tell her that not only had you continued the scheme against her express wishes, but now you were falling for the worst person possible. She wrote back, heartbroken to hear it, demanding once more you put a stop to things before they went too far.

But you couldn’t help yourself. You would never again get time with Lord Shouto–you wanted to revel in it as long as you could.

You reassured yourself that he meant to marry the princess–a rumor that was only growing stronger as the season crept onwards with no hint of a proposal to anyone from his corner–and he meant only to use you as a deterrent to the other scheming misses and matchmaking mothers crowding the parlors and assembly rooms of Musutafu.

You hoped that once your own scheme was uncovered he wouldn’t hold it against you–would understand that you’d liked spending the time with him, but had never desired to trap him in any sort of romantic understanding.

Lord Shouto made things so much more difficult for you by continuing to be so horribly good. He was kind and attentive, and so unexpectedly funny, you couldn’t help but fall harder.

He sought you out many times a week, taking you for several more promenades, insisting on a dance at every ball, and even took you riding in the park. He even let you take the reins when you’d reached an emptier stretch of road where no one might see you driving, showing you how to steer his set of bays and smiling that gentle smile when you got the hang of it and urged them to go faster.

He called several times more, bringing another bouquet of flowers for you–tiny bright jonquils tangled with orange winter cherries, and hedged with short-trimmed ferns–that you managed to squirrel away into your tiny bedroom without the Utsushimis seeing.

He was on your mind so constantly that you found yourself ducking into the haberdashery on an afternoon Miss Uraraka and Lady Asui had invited you out. An idea seized you as you had looked into the window, and you found yourself drawn over to the small selection of handkerchiefs for sale.

You didn’t have much in the way of spending money, sending most of it back to your family, but you had just enough to buy a linen square bordered in a dark blue. Miss Ochako and Lady Asui watched you almost too knowingly as you did.

You worked late into the night that evening, tucked up in your bed with embroidery thread and a book you’d ferreted out of the late Mr. Utsushimi’s study propped open in your lap–a Greek primer, with a tiny section on Ancient Greek. You found that their phonetic system did not align quite so neatly with yours, but you made do, stitching the closest approximation of Lord Shouto’s name in the Greek alphabet–how it might be spelled had he found himself there.

You hoped he would find it fun, and not too silly–-and that he would understand that you had liked him enough to think of him, even when your deception was uncovered.

Giving to him was another matter, however, as you found yourself too shy and girlish on the several occasions you saw him next. It stayed tucked away in your reticule, burning at your wrist.

You finally resolved to give it to him at a dinner party at Lady Cathleen’s, where you might hopefully be able to flee to the other end of the table and not speak to him for the rest of the night. Caroline had informed you that tables were set according to rank, meaning the Utsushimi family would find themselves at the foot of the table, with Lord Shouto all the way at the head.

In preparation, you donned the most secure of Camie’s gowns—which was not saying much—but you felt better for the more protective, higher neckline, the muted blue of its color which would draw little attention your way, for it almost bordered on the drab palette of married women or spinsters. You knew Camie had chosen it for the contrast it would draw to her largest, sparkliest choker of paste jewels, which you carefully ignored in favor of her smallest pendant.

You would be as well hidden as you could manage, at the other end of the table, and with any luck Lady Cathleen would dress her table with elaborately tall candlesticks and floral displays you might duck behind.

In fact, once you thought of it, you were almost certain you could hide Lord Shouto’s gift at the table itself, that you might not have to confront him in person with the full force of both your stupidity and your regard for him. You wouldn’t even need to witness his expression upon its receipt.

It was with that thought that you stuck to the edges of the drawing room as guests crowded into Lady Cathleen’s estate, drawing as little notice as you could. You requested the restroom as soon as you were able, instead sneaking off towards the dining room to scout out Lord Shouto’s place.

Except—as you scanned the head of the table–his place card was nowhere to be found. You knew he was coming–Mrs. Utsushimi hadn’t shut up about it, and besides that, Lord Shouto had told you as much himself. Brow furrowing, you wandered around the table.

A little shocked thrill went through you to see his name next to Camie’s, towards the opposite end of the table he should have been. Camie’s name also had managed to come unmoored from the Utsushimi block that occupied the end of the table, several seats away from Caroline and Mrs Utsushimi.

You wondered at the specificity of the mistake, and then a thought occurred to you.

Well–if there had been a mistake, it only made sense to use it to your advantage.

You quickly tucked your gift under Lord Shouto’s place card, very carefully that it might only be seen once he’d moved it. And then you took your own place card away and carried it down the table to Caroline’s spot. You’d just managed to replace hers with yours when a low voice carried across the room.

“I suppose I should be less surprised to find you in another deserted room.”

You froze, arm still outstretched over Caroline’s seat, your eyes darting up to the entryway. Lord Shouto stood there, looking as preternaturally handsome as ever. The candlelight glinted off the white of his hair, burnishing it gold, and the shadows danced in the hollows of his cheeks, the divot under his full mouth. He was dressed in a dark gray dinner jacket, a cravat tied immaculately at his throat.

He took a step into the room, a white eyebrow raised.

“Lord Shouto,” you said hoarsely, quickly whipping Caroline’s card behind your back. Perhaps he hadn’t seen what you’d been up to. “I—it’s not what it looks like.”

“Then you are not rearranging Lady Cathleen’s seating placards?” he asked in his smooth baritone. He continued into the room, circling the table to you.

A hunted feeling crept over you. “I–it’s funny it should look that way…but I, um…”

Lord Shouto drew closer, leaning in, and a gloved hand touched the place card in your fingers, tugging it gently from your grasp. He glanced down at it, a tiny smile touching his mouth. “You’d not been about to seat Miss Caroline next to me, had you?”

His gaze darted over to the middle of the table where his placard sat, like he’d already known there’d been some mistake with his placement.

Hot embarrassment burned its way through your veins, and you snatched Caroline’s place marking out of his hand. “As a matter of fact, the only empty spot is next to you,” you said, attempting to make your way around him to put it down.

“And that would not be because you had already moved another place card, would it?” Lord Shouto asked mildly, stepping in front of you so that you almost headbutted his chest. You backpedaled wildly, almost tripping over the hem of your gown.

“I—what proof have you?” you demanded, trying your best to sound as though you hadn’t just done exactly that.

Lord Shouto’s smile widened, a rare sight, and it sent a lick of heat right down your spine. You clutched a chair, aware of how stupid it was that a smile was about to send you into a swoon.

Those long fingers reached out and pulled Caroline’s place card from your grip again, and Lord Shouto produced your own, switching your places once more. “The proof that I asked Lady Cathleen to seat me here, with you,” he said simply.

A horde of butterflies exploded in your chest again, and your face went hot.

How could he say things like that so easily? An ask like that was a clear declaration of his favor–something you very much did not deserve, all things considered.

“Your Grace,” you said, in protest.

Lord Shouto’s smile flashed white in the candlelight, a clever half-moon. “It was you who doubted I might reign in my presumption by the end of the season. You should be pleased to find yourself proven right.”

Pleased didn’t quite cover the breadth of emotion you were feeling–embarrassment, guilt, and pleasure all warred with one another in your chest.

“Really, I was doing you a favor,” you insisted, gesturing at Caroline’s place setting. “She is a great conversationalist, and very pleasing to look at.”

“As you have said perhaps hundreds of times,” Lord Shouto acknowledged. “It is just as well I can look at her from across a table.”

You frowned up at him. “I am beginning to think you do not mean to find a wife, as you’d hinted.”

Lord Shouto bent his head so he could lean closer, and your hip bumped the table as you stepped back, nervous with his sudden proximity.

“Then you did take my meaning that day,” he said, his voice low.

Your skin prickled at the layer of intent in his tone.

“And I am only trying to help you now,” you told him. “You’ll get very little mileage out of me as your dining companion, considering I cannot wed.”

“Cannot,” Lord Shouto murmured, as if turning the word over in his mouth.

“Caroline can, however,” you continued as though you hadn’t heard him. “And I understand she is a very desirable match. She’s acquired several admirers, you know, and you won’t want to dally. There is a Mr. Awase who is very keen.”

“You say it as though you are not a desirable match,” Lord Shouto said.

His words were like a thunderbolt, striking through you. The very idea of you as a desirable match!

You laughed, but Lord Shouto’s face did not change, and he pressed even closer, close enough that you found yourself trapped against the table. Lightning zinged in your veins as you registered the heat of him over you, your blood singing with the thrill of a man so close.

“You do not believe so?” he asked. He was close enough that you could feel the exhalation of his words on your mouth.

Your head swam with the ridiculousness of the question, and the press of him so close. You scrounged around for an appropriate ripost, but then Lord Shouto’s face drew even nearer.

Your breath seized in your chest, and you stared silently up at him, heart racing.

Outside, a loud laugh sounded, startling you, and you jumped, almost smacking your forehead into Lord Shouto’s nose.

He dodged neatly, smiling ruefully and stepping away. But there was a light in his eyes like he was strangely satisfied–as though he’d confirmed something.

“We should go, lest we are discovered here, and your reputation compromised,” he said. “You should take your leave first.”

You could tell he meant to prevent you from switching the place settings again once he was gone, and you squinted at him suspiciously. He looked far too pleased with himself, and his smile seemed to grow a fraction wider. It was your observation that his eyes slivered into little crescents when he truly smiled that finally sent you stumbling out of the dining room, your heartbeat tripping over itself.

You found your absence had gone unnoticed when you arrived back in the drawing room, though Lord Shouto’s entrance was intently noted by every single set of female eyes. Several fans came out, flapping back immaculately coiffed curls, and Lord Shouto’s face went politely blank.

You stifled a laugh at his expense.

Eventually you were let into the dining room and you found yourself at Lord Shouto’s side once more. Lady Cathleen’s eyes flickered interestedly over you and tried not to look too strange or suspicious under her attentions.

You were pointedly studying the table linens with avid interest when you felt Lord Shouto stiffen beside you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him draw the handkerchief out from under his place card, and you found you couldn’t lift our eyes to his face, too anxious of his reaction. You adopted a sudden fascination with the centerpiece to your opposite side–until a gloved hand touched yours in your lap.

You startled, almost knocking over your water glass, fingers reflexively seizing on the hand that had touched you.

You glanced up at Lord Shouto as his own fingers tightened on yours, and found him smiling that tiny, private smile of his. His gaze was almost molten in the candlelight.

“I see rearranging the place settings was not your only objective,” he said. There was a touch of pleasure in his voice, so rich and low. The sound made your blood fizz like a bottle of champagne had just been poured down your veins.

His hand shifted, his wrist resting on your thigh, and your breathing went shallow at the feeling of a man’s hand where it had never been before.

“I–you might think it’s silly—” you groped for something to say.

“I can think of no gift I have ever liked more,” he said.

The praise flooded through you in a warm wave of pleasure, and your ears went hot. “I…should like if you would think of me fondly, after this season,” you said.

Lord Shouto’s brows creased, and that full mouth pursed a little in thought. You tried very hard not to think of kissing it.

“You say that as if you do not plan we should ever see each other again,” he said carefully.

A hot stab of panic lanced through you when you realized you’d almost hinted at the dissolution of your scheme. You searched for some response.

“I–there is only one objective to the season,” you said. “After a match is made, I’ll have no reason to return to Musutafu, unless my husband’s estate is at a close enough remove.”

“I thought you did not mean to marry?” Lord Shouto asked. You almost jumped again when a server reached between the two of you to serve the first course–a pale soup swimming with carrots and rice.

Fuck, that was right. You had said you’d not meant to make a match. “Do not worry, Lord Shouto. You are safe from any attempts on your virtue.”

But Lord Shouto did not look at all reassured by this. “Then you do wish to marry?” he asked.

You did not see a way around answering truthfully. “I–well, yes, eventually,” you admitted. You had at least had hopes at one point, before meeting Lord Shouto, before understanding that no other man might ever measure up. Gentry though he might be, you’d never felt as light-headed, as happy, as surprisingly comfortable in another person’s presence.

You had not meant to feel quite like this about him.

“One day, I should like to,” you said, trying not to sound morose. One day, a long time from now, perhaps you would have enough distance that you might once again find the prospect of another man palatable.

Lord Shouto’s gloved thumb smoothed over your knuckles, and you realized you’d still been gripping his hand. You reluctantly let go, but he seemed to feel no need to move his hand.

“One day and the end of this season sound rather distant from one another,” Lord Shouto said.

You stared into your soup to avoid having to look at him, guilt settling heavily in your stomach. “It is complicated,” you said. “All there is to know, my lord, is that I plan this should be my last season in Musutafu. And that I should like you to think of me fondly, as I shall think of you. For all that you seem to insist on dwelling in darkened rooms, you have been a bright spot in this season.”

You pointedly studied the silverware, wanting to start in on your soup to halt conversation, but found that you could not remember how Caroline had instructed you to dine. Was it outward in, or inward out?

Your hand hesitated over the silverware, and Lord Shouto’s finally rose from your lap to press gently to the outward-most spoon.

“It’s this one,” he said, leaning in. “Outward in.”

That smile was back on his mouth, and it felt both private and conspiratorial, somehow. Like you shared a secret, though the only secret you had, really, was the one that he absolutely could not have known.

“Of course…” you said primly, like you’d just momentarily forgotten. But your heart warmed a little with his assistance and you couldn’t help the smile that wormed its way across your face in answer. “Thank you.”

Lord Shouto’s eyes seemed to linger on your mouth for a long moment, before he murmured, “Anything I may give you.”

And for a minute, it sounded like he meant more than just help with the spoon. Like he was offering something much larger, much more secret.

But of course that was nonsense. You waved him off, answering in turn. “You are kinder than you know, Lord Shouto. I will remember that too, always.”

You started in on your soup, feeling Lord Shouto’s eyes lingering on you still.

But for the rest of the evening, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d just had a conversation with him whose parameters you did not truly fathom.

That Lord Shouto knew something he couldn’t.

But it wouldn’t matter, with the season so close so its end. You would just have to last a few more weeks.

[sinnamonpork]

I want a fic where Dabi just casually knows various 1-A kids and Hawks is very confused whenever he sees an interaction.

He sees Uraraka and Dabi once when he was on the mall. At first he thought he was just hallucinating, until the very blue flames of Dabi was used to threate- to persuade the cashier of something. Hawks was too far from them to hear but he hears the tail of end of it "-and she's gonna buy whatever blue and pink shit she wants." Apparently, Ochako was asking for advice on how to best woo the League's resident vampire and saw Dabi on her favorite ice cream place, so why not ask him? Hawks is baffled about how little self preservation skills Aizawa's kids possess.

(He also makes sure to note what ice cream place it was. For "research purposes.")

Weeks later, Hawks randomly comes to the League hideout and sees Bakugou and Dabi cursing each other out in the kitchen while also having something baking in the oven. He turns right around when he stepped through the doorway. A shame, because if his nose would be believed, what the two are making smells absolutely divine. Hawks values his life more though than a slice of pie though. By a tiny bit. Later, when the threat of pairing their resident arsonist with explosion boy has gone, Hawks finds out that them baking is a stress relief for Bakugou, as if the League is just a totally normal support group. The bird is contemplating what his life has come to.

The next time it happens, it's his own chick and the villain together. How dare Dabi try and steal his favorite intern. The two were lounging at Hawks' sofa and going through his horror collection - and apparently his cupboards too - and they didn't even invite him! Tokoyami even waved him away when he asked to join the cuddle pile. The audacity of the two assholes, he should've never let Dabi have the password to his apartment. Atleast Hawks had multiple pictures he took after the two fell asleep on the couch. And if his fans catches him cooing at his phone, none would know that it's an A rank villain and a moody teenager he's lovingly gazing at.

What breaks the camel's back is when after another night of Dabi sleeping over at his apartment, Hawks wakes up on the middle of the night to find Todoroki freaking Shouto squeezing into their middle. He didn't even know how the kid got there. After shrieking his intestines out, Hawks learns that Shouto was just lonely and missed the warmth of his older brother. Because surprise! That's apparently a thing now too. The pro hero just gives up and continues cuddling with his very warm boyfriend and his boyfriend's very wiggly brother. It was the best sleep of his life.

If his adorable boyfriend wants to be the big brother of multiple strays, then who was Hawks to say no? Dabi is a villain, the rules doesn't apply to him.

[ochako-deserves-better]

Relationship Headcanons: Kacchako (SFW)

Confessions/dating

Ochako confesses first, by accident, right before graduation. Bakugo doesn't say anything until she tries to backpedal.

Before confessing, Bakugo would prepare a lot of Ochako's favorite foods "by coincidence" when it was his turn to cook for the group. She never caught on that it was intentional, much to his dismay.

Izuku knew about their mutual feelings before anyone else, because they both admitted it to him during different vent sessions.

Their first kiss happens just after patrol together. Bakugo had been acting strange during patrol, so Uraraka approaches him as he's removing his gauntlets to check in with him. Once she's close enough, he pulls her close and kisses her, explaining after the fact that he wanted to do that earlier in the day, but knew his gauntlets would get in the way.

Bakugo rarely (if ever) initiates any kind of physical affection in public, but secretly loves when Ochako holds his hand or hugs him where paparazzi can see.

Once he warms up to physical affection in general, Bakugo loves casual touches. Specifically, he loves rustling Ochako's hair as he passes, or resting his hand at the small of her back when they stand together.

Both Bakugo's and Ochako's hero agencies try to keep their relationship secret, at first. Bakugo blows up (literally) on a sidekick for flirting with "his girl," so they're forced to publicize the relationship for the sake of public safety.

Their relationship is actually extremely well-received by the public and "Dynaravity" merch sales padded their hero salaries quite nicely.

Mitsuki Bakugo absolutely adores Ochako and constantly tells her that she's too good for her son. At one point, she suggested that Ochako would be better off with Izuku...which went about as well as expected.

Ochako's parents were a little slow to come around to them being romantically involved, but Ochako's mother melted when she walked in to the family room to find Ochako asleep in Bakugo's arms on the sofa. Ochako's mother tells everyone she can about the pure adoration in Katsuki's eyes, much to his horror.

Marriage

Bakugo proposes to Uraraka two years into their relationship, at the Sports Festival at UA after jokingly asking her if she wanted a rematch. Unfortunately for the students, the celebratory uproar this caused postponed the competition for three hours. (Aizawa lectured them about wasting his time, but embraced them immediately afterward)

Bakugo and Ochako both wanted Izuku to be their best man/man of honor. Izuku became an officiate so he could stand in the middle. Ochako's maid of honor ends up being Tsuyu, with Bakugo's best man being Kirishima.

Children

They end up having two children, two years apart.

Daisuke (大輔) Bakugo- Male. Sandy blonde hair (like Ochako's dad) that grows in all directions with round, mahogany colored eyes . Insanely bright, and very helpful. A bit of a people pleaser. Quirk: Trigger-Switch: Producing nitroglycerin sweat from his hands, Daisuke leaves explosive handprints on anything he touches. When he claps his hands together, the resulting spark ignites the marks at once within a 30 ft radius (this extends to a greater radius as he matures). The more he touches an object, the greater the explosion. Prolonged use results in blisters/burns on his hands, causing him pain.

Hanabi (華火) Bakugo- Female. Chocolate brown hair, worn in twintails as a child, which evolves into tight French braids as a teen. Angular burgundy eyes. Ambitious, a little rambunctious. Has her dad's temper but is better at controlling it. Quirk: Sparks Fly: Hanabi can create floating balls of nitroglycerin sweat which she can propel toward enemies. Her preferred method of attack is combining the sweat into a large glowing orb, bright enough to stun enemies (similar to Bakugo's Stun Grenade), before peppering her enemies in tiny explosions. As her Quirk requires a lot of sweat production, Hanabi is at high risk of dehydration on the field. Overuse of her Quirk leads to dizziness, and in extremes, may cause her to lose consciousness.

[amive2567]

Ingredients: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!Reader ; Izuku Midoriya x fem!Reader ; Shoto Todoroki x fem!Reader

Contains: nail polish, some bad humor, the overusage of the word look, not proof-read

Type of order: hot chocolate (fluff), a tiny crazy Milkshake (crack/humor), Macarons (headcanons)

Taglist:@loveing-eyes A/n: First, this was planned to be a little funny and lighthearted something, but it turned into a bigger lighthearted something (at least for Midoriya and Todoroki). It was really funny to write, so I hope I can make you smile with this. (And I made some new banners for the headcanons:) )

He acts like he doesn't want to and always gets a little angry when you ask him to do so

When Kirishima came into the agency with black nails, he wanted them colored too

You were all over happy and colored his nails suiting to his hero suit

When someone made comments about them, he always mentioned you, but he also was a bit distant about really wanting this

When people copied his look, he became even more proud of it

Every time someone asked him about his great nail, he would tell them that you painted his nails like the goddess you are, but the main inspiration came from Kirishima

He would never leave the house without painted nails ever again

As he came back from work, he tried to be as quiet as he could since you had your monthly girls' night at your place today

He got rid of his shoes and tried to shuffle into your bedroom

The last time he interrupted your little get-together, Mina dragged him into the pillow fort got forced to apply a mask, but it turned out he had been allergic to the ingredients

His face was red for three whole days, and his team made fun of him

You needed to reassure him a lot after that

Shouto became more cautious about your girl's night and tried to be at work during them, but today he was forced to go home by his sidekick since he pulled all-nighter after all-nighter to find the murderer of some rich CEO

The bags under his eyes were huge and you began to worry, so for your sake, he stopped working and took some days off

but as he entered the huge hallway, he wanted to run back to work

Mina came down the hallway, he was too slow to hide behind the huge plant you placed there

"Nice to see you, Todoroki. You look like you could use a way to relax, the bags under your eyes are huge." she greeted him, excitedly

"Thanks, for the compliment." he answered sarcastically "But no thank you I am alright." 

He tried to move on, but Mina grabbed his arm and dragged him with her

"Wait you know what happened last time. Bakugou still teases me, I can gladly live without this." Todoroki told her, but she cold-heartedly ignored him

"Look who came home," she shouted into your cozy living room

Yaoyoruzu, Tsuyu, Uraraka, Jirou, Hagakure, and you gretted him

His eyes were begging for help, you smiled gently at him and mouthed "It won't be that bad, I will protect you"

His frown turned into a gentle smile, but your nonverbal exchange got soon interrupted

"Geez, you can flirt later. We need to give Todoroki a nice treatment, he works so hard," announced Mina as she clapped anticipating

Hagakure made the Make-Up ready and Momo grabbed the facemasks from her bag

Todoroki took a step back as he noticed the small sheetmasks in her hands

his eyes widened, he will not go through this humiliation once again

"I think a little pedicure, will do the job lays. I guess we don't want it to turn out like the last time." You reasoned and took the masks from Momo's hands

"That's right, gladly I bought this new nail polish from Les Mains Hermès. I guess Rouge Amazone is a suitable color to suit his hair," explained Momo excitedly. 

Ochako looked confused at her. "What is Rouge Amazone and Les Mains Hermès?" "A costly Parisian nail polish in a particular red tone," said Momo, even more, confused because of Urarakas lack of 'basic knowledge 

Mina shoved Todoroki into the middle of the pillow circle and he was trapped inside a circle of girls

You started painting his nails gently while trying not to spill any of the expensive polish, in the meantime Mina, Hagakure, and Ochako attempted to get ready for the film marathon

After the nail polish dried Shoto smiled at you

"It turned out beautifully." mused Shoto

After that, he stayed in your little group and watched cheesy romance soaps with your friends

He didn't take off the nail polish for the next few weeks, but as it vanished he asked you to paint them again

As the number one pro hero, he had to not only rescue civilians but also be the cover of hero weekly and other gossip newspaper

The makeup and everything didn't bother him in the slightest, but the nail polish looked oddly

He tried to reason with the staff, but they all told him that it suits him, but they always smeared honey around his mouth one way or the other

On this day, he came home wondering how to get rid of it

Izuku was never one to complain, but it somehow bothered him, and felt ugly with it

You were already getting ready for bed as he slumped through the entrance

"Good evening, sweety. How was your day?" you greeted him

"They smeared some nail polish on my nails, and the color looks disgusting. But I can't get rid of this for the next shooting tomorrow," he answered truthfully 

You took his hands in his and observed what the nail artist did

"You are not wrong, this color doesn't suit your green hair. Maybe we could try a different color, and you could show them tomorrow. Just set your trend." 

He was amused by your "rebellious" side and agreed to color it again. He nodded and agreed "You're right, could you do it for me? Please?" 

His green doe eyes sparkled and you could never say no to this look

"Yeah, of course, darling."

Gently you removed the ugly royal blue

"So I guess we take a decent tone. I would recommend some Beige" you tried to sound like a professional, but your attempt failed as you clumsily dropped the polish and it stained the small lime-green carpet.

You hastily picked it up and tried to act as if nothing happened

Izuku tried to hold his laugh, but he also failed

"Gosh, your clumsiness makes me love you even more," he mumbled between a few waves of laughter

 Your cheeks turned into a slight shade of red, but you tried to compose yourself and painted his nails

After it dried, you allowed Izuku to brush his teeth and get ready for bed

"It looks so much better, thank you, honey," he mumbled while you were cuddling in bed

On the next day, you were hoping the press was doing fine with your change

Izuku came home smiling brightly at you

"Darling, you are a true trendsetter, they loved it. It will probably be the new spring trend. The nail artist loved it too. Maybe you should think about a change in profession." he smiled and hugged you tightly

[shinsouscatpisssmell]

𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓮

ᵐᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ

"Y/N L/N, never have I met such a vile woman in my life. You are accused of murder, fraudulence, and treason of the Thysin kingdom." a stack of papers anf photos get thrown before your person.

The ballroom surrounded by citizens erupt with gossip and gasp full of shocked. In the center on their hands and kness with gaurds pointing sharp spears at them was you ,(Y/N).

Once a powerful and beautiful woman who stood to be feared by man and envied by woman. Now she was nothing left but a broken shell of her former self.

Hair once kept neat and primed was the equivalence of a rat nest. Clothes that were the best of the best now reduced to a burlap sack with holes that was dark with dirt and blood from the beatings that was bestowed upon her when arrested. The smooth skin that was the talk of the kingdom and compared to a goddess was now scabbed over with scars of switch marks and cuffs and chains cutting into her wrist and ankles.

"Zuku,my love I-I didn't do this. She framed me." becoming a weeping mess infront of thousands can only be described as pathetic.

"How dare you accuse my wife to be and princess of the all for one kingdom of such... such disgusting acts. How could you explain the evidence before you." He pulls the woman ,Ochako, closer making you even more defeated as the only man you loved is stolen away from you.

"See izuku? I told you, she can't even defend herself." Playing the damsel in distress act was right for her as she gets hugged and her crocodile tears get wiped away.

"By the power of king all might and my authority and my duty as the prince. I hereby sentence (y/n) (l/n) to beheading which will take place within 4 days time."

Trembling in frustration ,sadness, and exhaustion of knowing your innocence was nothing but a unleft whisper on your lips.

"oh midoriya! Can i have a few last words? Just to give her my forgivness." her brown eyes that were sparkled with innocence looked at your broken person as if a bright spotlight was shining on you.

"Princess Uraraka you are to good for this world." Deku caresses her round pink cheeks with such tender love and care as

she made her way from the throne to the center of the marble floor facing you.

Her pink dress rustles and folds under itself as she kneels down. Those big ole innocent brown eyes turn stone cold devoided of that little sparkle you saw up there next to the prince.

From her tiny plump lips leave a low icy chuckle only meant for your ears, " you were once an angel. Now nothing but lowly filth i wipe away from underneath my shoe," placing her warm milky hands on your cheek to stop your trembling form, " I saw you looking happy as you could be. I wanted it. I was so jealous. And now— and now I have it all. You dirty b-i-t-c-h."

Each syllable leaves her mouth as if it was air she took in. With some power that you had left you graves a hold of the chain that bonded your wrist and a war cry piercing the air as the metal wrapped around her throat.

The knights circle you and your captive as deku begs for you to let her go.

"Heed my warning prince izuku. For I say this once. Beg every god and goddess in the universe I do not return for when I do," you pull harder making it suffocate Ochako more, " i will extract my revenge on those who wronged me. And you who i chose to love and live for." you let her go and she falls gasping for air.

Deku runs to her side as you get tackled by the gaurds no sound of pain leaving your lips only meanacing laughter that shook the ballroom to the core as you're dragged away back to the cold rat filled dungeon that smells of bloody metallic, decaying corpses, defecation ,and piss.

The execution got pushed to the next day. People young and old gather and cast stones as you get brought to tbe guillotine.

As the sharp metal blade that has dried blood from his past victims get brought down, deku pulls ochako close blocking her way only making out her mouth down. She opens her mouth to give you the sly fox smile ' b-I-t-ch' wss the last you witness as the huge razor severed your head from your body. Fresh blood marks it's new victim.

The few seconds you're brain could register before becoming dead; was blocked by a blinding white light.

"ŋơῳ ɬɧąɬ ıʂ ą ųŋʄąır Ɩıʄɛ , ɱყ ƖıɬɬƖɛ ơŋɛ"

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[deusvervewrites]

Menagerie X Draconic Hero X Aldera Uraraka: Hado was interested in the dragon, but ended up really bonding with his flying squirrel friend.

She really wants them both to meet her mentor. Ochako could actually sit at the tiny chair she got for Ryukyu’s desk!

Adorable

[crowborn666-writes]

Lessen Your Pain

(Started this a long while ago when I first found Golden Hour by JVKE. So have some childhood Shoto)

Shoto Todoroki x F!Reader

Genre: Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Romantic

Summary: You and Shoto always shared each other’s pain, and you hoped he shared your love as well.

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His burn was the one thing he never let you feel. He let you feel every bruise, cut, or broken bone he’d ever sustained, allowing you to share his pain, lessen the damage done by his father to replace with your love and care.

But the burn over his eye? Never. No matter how much you tried to convince him, he never let you touch the burn.

You were confused and tiny bit upset at first, but over time you got used to it.

His mother adored you, from the little time you spent getting to know her, the same for his siblings. His father however was… more neutral towards you.

So long as you weren’t softening up Shoto or disrupting his trading, Enji couldn’t care if you were visiting or not.

As you grew, you wondered if your own parents intimidated the Number Two hero, seeing as they were well respected heroes themselves.

Nonetheless, after you and Shoto graduated middle school, you half expected to not see him for a long time, as he was headed to UA.

So when your own letter from UA came, needless to say you were surprised.

Shoto had been recommended to UA, and in turn he recommended you for a support course.

Your quirk was called Pain Transfer. You could take one person’s pain and share it with yourself or others, lessening the pain one could be in. Extremely useful in calming down people who are gravely injured. The only downside was you could only transfer one persons pain at a time.

You were nervous as you stepped through UA’s grand doors, barely getting a chance to see inside the main foyer when Shoto was there in front of you, giving you a small smile.

To you, it was the brightest one.

Classes passed quickly, and when you returned to Shoto at lunchtime, there he was with a nasty looking scraped elbow, bandaged by Recovery Girl, and doing his best to ignore it and focus on his food.

You sat down, and wordlessly took his elbow, tilting your head in silent question. At his nod, you activated your quirk, splitting his pain halfway. His pain dulled to a small sting, and you gained just as much.

You felt warm doing your childhood ritual again, even if you were holding his cold side.

“Who’s this, Todoroki?”

You glanced over, cheeks full of soba as three students walked up. Shoto glanced up the same time you did, giving a small, tentative wave to the three.

“This is (L/n) (Y/n), a childhood friend.”

The three were two boys and a girl, one tall boy in glasses gazed at you with curiosity and the other rather plain looking boy sported a head of deep green hair, the girl’s brown hair was styled into a bob and her warm smile split into her round cheeks.

“Oh wow, it’s nice to meet you! I’m Uraraka Ochako! The one in glasses is Iida Tenya, and this plain looking boy is Midoriya Izuku!”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, (L/n)!”

“I’m not plain looking…”

The three sat down, the group telling you how the hero course is going as you all are together.

“So I’m guessing you all are becoming friends with Shoto?” You asked, oblivious to your friend’s slight panic.

“Something like that.” Izuku replied, just before your gaze was taken by Tenya speaking up.

“Are you using a quirk right now?”

“Oh! Yeah, I can share or transfer pain with my quirk. So I’m sharing Shoto’s roughed up elbow here, we’ve done this since we were kids.”

Tenya’s eyes lit up as he smiled. “That’s very interesting! That sounds like a wonderful quirk—Midoriya put the book away it’s time to be eating.”

“Oh but c’mon!”

“You can get data later! Where that book even comes from anyway?”

You giggled at their antics, the four of you completely unaware of Shoto’s smile, hidden behind his bowl of soba.

Lunch and the rest of your classes ended soon enough, and just like you’d done since you were little kids, you walked home together with Shoto.

You glanced over at him midway into the walk, finding his expression downcast.

“Are you alright, Sho? You look like you’re thinkin’ pretty hard.”

He turned to you, a small smile forming on his face. “I’m alright. Just thinking.”

“About what? Can I be nosy?”

He hummed to himself, nibbling his lip as his thinking face returned, debating in his head.

“Mmm, no.” He replied, darting forward to peck a kiss to your nose. “You can’t be nosy, and now you’ve got something to think about too.”

You spluttered, face turning red. “Shoto what was that?!”

“Think about it and get back to me?”

“Shoto!”

A minute of quiet settled between you both, comfortable and not heavy.

“Love you too, Shoto.”

Now it was Shoto’s turn to turn red in the face, but he slipped his hand into yours, a smile still on his face.

[dekuscheripop]

HOW TO STEAL A MAN part 1

Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako, Kaminari Denki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags:

Comedy, Romantic, Comedy, Drama, Slapstick, Single Parent Bakugou Katsuki, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Stealing of body fluids, Out of Character, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Not Mpreg but with child, there is no cheating.

Single father Katsuki.

His son is 5 and a rascal that thinks he should have a lover because "Dada looks lonely."

His son ran off one day at the mall and after a panicked search the boy came back dragging someone in his tiny hands.

"Dada this one! This one, I found you a love love."

Katsuki sees shining emerald eyes and dusting of cocoa on cheeks

Katsuki sees Deku and wants to faint.

Deku was his first love, a love since kindergarten that never came to be. Especially since Deku migrated to America after they graduated college.

So back then Katsuki took whatever he could since he couldn't have Deku's love.

His sperm.

Katsuki had so secretly stolen sperm from Deku and brought it to a surrogate to have Deku's child.

Now here was Deku back after 5 years.

He was fucked for three good reasons, so so fucked because,

1 - his child looked so happy holding Deku's hand.

2 - Seeing Deku again after a long time made him realize he was still so in love with the damn nerd.

3 - Deku is already married.

He was standing behind the ice cream booth that had 201 flavors while in his hand was the god forsaken flavor of spicy chocolate mint cream that his son loves so much. The stuffed rabbit backpack that was too small and too tight over his shoulder looked so out of place along with the ice cream on him. There were the toilet papers on his other hand too.

To be fair Katsuki did not look his best today. It's supposed to be just a trip to the mall to buy toilet paper and some ice cream as per his son's request. Just an ordinary day, supposed to be an ordinary day.

So he wore his comfortable off white t-shirt that was already baconed on the collar and sleeves and his faded khaki cargo shorts, and the finale was the gift from Kirishima, red crocs shoes on his sock feet.

In short he looked like a disaster. At least his son looked cute in his black shirt under an orange overall.

Of all the days that he isn't in his suit and tie and leather shoes it had to be the day his son dragged his wet dream back into his life.

Deku. fucking Midoriya Izuku is hand in hand with his son. Fucking Midoriya Izuku at 5’11, in a tight black turtle neck long sleeve shirt and equally tight denim jeans. His wavy green hair in an undercut.

If Katsuki thought of him as a wet dream back in college then today it's a raging flood of a fantasy!

But his libido wasn't the main problem as of now. It's the fact that his son is with his biological dad! The one who Katsuki stole his sperm from!

Plus he looks like shit infront of his long time crush for fucks sake!

Katsuki is sweating buckets.

“Dada, I found you a love love!” His son, Kiyoshi, repeated, large red eyes shining and his freckled cheeks in a light blush on how happy he is.

“Love love? Well, aren't you cute for a kidnapper?”

Katsuki's knees buckled at the sweet yet deep voice, like smooth honey whiskey going down his throat and going right down his whole body. It's been so long since he heard that voice. Why the fuck is he salivating?

“You shouldn't be giving your dada any problems, little guy.” Deku kneels in front of Kiyoshi, patting his head with his big scarred hands.

Deku hasn't seen him yet.

Maybe if he grabs his son and runs like mad he can save himself.

“Let's go say sorry to your dad now.” Deku stood up and faced him and those emerald eyes grew wide.

It was too late.

“Kacchan?”

Deku saw him in all his ugly glory.

Fuck. Great tutuly dudally fuck.

“Deku.” The name slips out of his mouth easily.

“Hi. It's been so long.” Still holding Kiyohi's hand, Deku walks towards him, it was a picture scene. Green wavy hair with blonde wavy hair, green doe eyes with red doe eyes and the same flock of freckles on fair skin, hand and hand walking towards him.

It was overwhelming.

Deku was in front of him now, Katsuki felt giddy. He likes to deny the fact that he is thrilled that he was still taller than Deku by half a head.

“How have you been?” He asked, looking up at Katsuki with the happiest smile.

“I'm good.” He could only reply courtly, scared that he might blurt out something wrong. He hopes his expression was giving him away.

“Yeah I can see that.” Deku says, still not removing eye contact.

Katsuki winces at his comment. What part of him looked good damn it. If anyone looks good here it's Deku and damn does he look way too fine.

Their eyes are stuck on each other, drawn in as if they were the only ones in the world.

Time seemed to have stopped as he stared into those deep pools of liquid emerald eyes.

“Dada?”

The small voice cut them off whatever trance they had.

Deku looks down at the small hand tugging at him. Katsuki could have sworn there was a flicker in his eyes. On edge and muscles tense, Katsuki becomes nervous. Did Deku notice? Did he figure it out?

“So this is your son?” Deku asked, bending down and lifting up the small child into his arms. Katsuki felt his heart constrict painfully just looking at them. There was something growing inside, something heavy and bitter, guilt.

“Yeah! I’m Dada’s but with no Mama! So Dada is lonely, so mister needs to be with dada so he won't be lonely!” Kiyoshi lifts his hands up in declaration in a loud voice.

“Oi brat!” Katsuki reprimanded his son, his face was burning red from embarrassment.

He takes him from Deku’s arms and scolds him but the small child just huffed.

“But it's true. Dada is lonely.”

“Where did you learn to talk back?”

The two bickered back and forth like both were like small children.

There was a melodious sound of laughter coming just beside him. Deku was laughing hard, almost hunched over holding his stomach.

“He’s definitely your son Kacchan. He’s just like you.” Straightening himself up and wiping the tears from laughter from his eyes;

Deku pats Kiyoshi’s fluffy head. Kiyoshi preens at the attention.

The weird flicker in Deku's eyes was gone, he seems to be more happy after all that laughter.

“Mister mister I like you! I think Dada will like you too so you need to-mmph.” Katsuki stops his sons from talking,

muffling his mouth gently as he could but god damn it why is his child such a loud mouth?

"Ok." He says with a drawn out voice. "It was nice seeing yah but we gotta go. This guy needs to poop. So bye." Katsuki hurriedly turns around, not caring for Kiyoshi's muffled protest

and not even looking at Deku's eyes as he tries to speed walk away from his biggest problem.

"Kacchan wait!"

Katsuki does not. He walks faster.

It should be fine. Deku would probably go back to the US soon and they won't meet up every again.

It hurts to think about it but it would be a disaster if he stayed.

"I've transferred back here for work. So I hope I'll be seeing you often, Kacchan!"

Oh fuck. Great tutuly dudally fuck.

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She just wanted to enjoy her fresh hot Takoyaki. Delicious Takoyaki. Just what she wanted and just what she craved. It was the last piece.

Picking it up with her chopsticks towards her awaiting mouth. A perfect treat.

Her door flew open with a bang.

"Ochako!"

"Ahhhhh!"

Bang went to the door and bang went over her nerves from too much coffee this morning. Up her Tokoyaki went to the ceiling and stayed there like a half disco ball of carbs and octopus meat.

The two people stare at the new decor impassively then stare at each other.

"You owe me."

"Whatever! I have a bigger problem!"

What could be more of a bigger problem than her food!

"You owe me an order of Takoyaki!"

"Alright alright! I'll buy you one later. Just listen to me!"

"No later. Now!" She was really pissed. That was her last ball with the biggest piece of octopus and the most sauce!

"Oh my god, fine. It's just at the corner anyway. Just listen, yah."

They walked out of her house. Ochaco was still angry and puffed her cheeks.

She really wanted that last price but instantly felt better at the prospect of a new batch.

"So what's this all about barging into my place?" He asked as they were about to make a turn at a corner.

There was a deep exhale and that's when Ochaco knew this wasn't just something trivial.

"He's back."

"Huh?"

"Deku's back!" Her best friend Bakugou Katsuki almost screamed.

Stopped, frozen and wide eyed.

"No."

"Yes."

"Oh my god. You are fucked! And I don't mean it in the oohh ahhhh kind!"

"Shut up!"

Ohhh but how could she shut up? Katsuki was having a life crisis while Ochako… Ochaco was having the time of her life!

"I told you this was gonna bite you back in the ass!"

She had long warned him way back after Katsuki suddenly barged into her home with an ice box and eyes crazy wide.

///"I stole his sperm!"///

Damn if that didn't traumatize her. Thank heavens she vehemently refused to be the surrogate mom for his craziness.

The surrogate was someone abroad that this crazy ass rich bastard paid millions on.

But don't get her wrong, she loves Kiyoshi with all her heart but damn if she hadn't been waiting for this moment to arrive.

"I told you so."

Oh how it felt good to finally say those words. She is having a blast.

"Shut up. I thought this was never going to happen!"

Ochaco beckoned Katsuki to start walking again. He still owes Takoyaki after a.

"Pfft. Now what are you going to do? He's married already isn't he?"

"That's what I heard. Ochako I-"

"Kacchan."

Kacchan?

Ochaco sees Katsuki turn deathly pale then to a light pink, pink, darker pink to a deep blush.

She looked straight ahead and just before the Takoyaki booth was a man so fine she wanted to sing a damn gravy tik tok song out loud.

Wait, did Katsuki just say Deku?

Her round eyes were about to bulge out of their sockets. This guy was Midoriya Izuku a.k.a. Deku.

No wonder he stole sperm from this guy! He's hot as fuck. Ochaco would too if she wasn't a full out lesbian.

"You're here for Takoyaki too? The booth is still here after all these years huh. Just like back in highschool we used to eat here often."

The Deku guy passed by Ochaco and went straight for Katsuki. It was like he didn't see him at all.

"Deku." Was all Katsuki said. Ochaco stared hard at the wobbly expression her best friend had. She wished she could take a photo but she left her phone at home. Damn.

"I didn't get to ask earlier but I was wondering if you would have dinner with me this Friday? Just to catch up on everything."

She saw how Katsuki's normal mean eyes were wide like saucers.

"You can bring Kiyoshi with you. He is so adorable."

How his brows shut up and how the normal loud and rude Katsuki was silent with his long term crush being so near. It was a disaster.

Ochaco was living for it. Her smile was so self satisfied.

"Can we Kacchan? For old times sake?"

Katsuki was about to faint. Deku grabbed his hands with his own.

"Please." And gave him the puppy dog eyes.

He was doomed.

He nodded.

He was so fucking doomed.

"Thank you Kacchan." Deku still hasn't let go of Katsuki's hand, instead he gave him a brightest purest smile.

Ochaco and Katsuki were blinded. Damn gravy so clean and delicious! Oh but this one does have a missus. Too bad.

Ochaco will just have to appreciate the disaster truck of her best friend as it is.

"Oh you have someone with you."

Deku finally notices her and all she could do was smile even though she was completely ignored just earlier.

"I'm Midoriya Izuku and you are?" Deku raised his hand to shake in introduction.

"Ah I am-"

"She's Uraraka Ochaco!"

Ochaco had pulled away and was now in front of Katsuki as he had grabbed her arms. Showing her off to Deku like some kind of livestock.

"She's Kiyoshi's mom! So she has to come with us to dinner with Kiyoshi!"

The Takoyaki vendor dropped a ball on the pavement. So did Ochako's jaw.

She was frozen but slowly her head turned behind Katsuki, her soon to be ex best friend

The guy just mouthed sorry at her.

"Oh. I see."

She turns back to the sound of Deku and froze up like a rock during winter.

His bright green eyes have turned dark all the while looking at her. What is that?!

Oh great tutuly dudally fuck.

She is going to kill Katsuki.

TBC.

[hail-brod]

Bold Little Softie

Girlfriend!Uraraka Ochako x FReader

Masterlist

Uraraka Ochako, always the shy one between the two of you. Though, it was bound to shift at some point and you're liking where it's headed.

You can see it.

You can clearly make it out across your peripheral vision, and you only pretend as you tried to focus on your note that was laying down your desk. You know she’s doing the same. Her tiny little fingers slowly crawling towards your own. With such shyness you’ve always known her for, like a new-born butterfly going out of its cocoon. Her peeking actions showed how her emotions was leaking out of her fingertips, wanting one single thing.

Your warmth.

And you don’t reject. The moment you felt her touch fizzle something inside you, you try to fight the growing smile on your lips. You then sneak a glance at the girl in front of you.

Like the normal school girl she is, her tinted cheeks was there, her other hand was under her chin which is likely covering the other side of her cheek. Her chocolate brown hues intent on her own notes, trying to conceal any bit of embarrassment crawling up to her.

Cute. Adorable. You want to burst.

How did you even manage to get a girlfriend like her? You have no idea but you’re glad you did. You can’t help but coo even more inwardly as you press your lips together. Eyes back to your own notes, you try not to crumble in a blushing mess as you finally moved your fingers to connect with hers, caressing them softly. So delicate and warm, your heart skips a beat.

Once you did that, the brunette shifted her chin to bury her face on her supporting palm, evident that you’ve managed to embarrass your girl. You finally give out a small smile.

You know Ochako is easily swayed by intimacy and compliments but it only works better if it’s you. The moment you became more than just friends, she was almost often covered in a crazing blush once she catches sight of you. As if you had tremendously changed her whole personality around you and became too much of a beaming ball of shyness. Not that you disliked it, she was definitely Ochako if she acted out like she did. You can’t blame her for that since it was a newly mended relationship and you know there’s time to warm up in each other’s feelings.

A few months then on, she clearly became much more open and bold.

Pulling herself out of her little internal panic, Ochako brought her face back up avoiding your stare, blush not yet extinguished. “Could we- take a break? It’s been hotter than before, summer is near and we- we could…go out together.”

“You wanna go on a date?” you tease.

“Well, y-yeah that. Right?” She jolts up with frantic blinks, her flushing face making her look eager for a time spent with you. You bask in on her reaction, smiling. “Wait. You’re enjoying this again.” Your girlfriend states as she realized your teasing look and tone, she brings out a pout.

“Sorry.” You chuckle. “But admit it, you want to hang out with me and not in a boring study session way and more of a- “

Closing her eyes shut, Ochako turns away from you. Her rosy cheeks were more vibrant than usual. “S-Stop, [Y/N]….”

You just giggle. “Alright, alright.”

Next thing you know, she makes a move to close her notebook and with a peeking glance to you, she shyly stands up and leans next to you. You watched her with confusion, wondering what she was up to as you dumbfoundedly stare her up with round eyes. She could just be reaching out for something behind you or-

Face a few inches apart, she leaves out a passionate kiss on your cheek.

What.

She just kissed on you on the cheek. And you can only freeze on your seat, taking time to process.

She hasn’t done that before. She wasn’t one to initiate those kind of gestures, but she already proved it to you a few moments prior the kiss. You were always the one teasing her, showering her with compliments and warm touches—you were clearly caught off-guard.

You were so caught up in a second of daze that you didn’t realize how much it affected the girl as she only leaned in to you again, burying her head on the nook of your neck.

She lets out a muffled squeal. “I’m sorry- I just- I had to. I just had to. I know I’ve never done it before b-but I’ve always wanted to. Gosh, I’m so embarrassed…”

Just like she stated, she clung onto you like a lovesick lover who just want to become one with you. Her warmth automatically relaxes you down as you snap back up, relishing in her welcomed affection. You bring up a hand behind her and pat her soft hazel locks. You’d love to pinch her cheeks at this moment but you resist, pulling her head closer to you as you rest your cheek against her.

“Don’t be. I like it.” You assure softly. “You should do it more often. Maybe, aim for the lips next time.”

She buries her head further.

[eosphoria]

Bro, I HAVE THOUGHTS. (Disclaimer: this is right after the leaks, I have in no way sorted out my thoughts, so this is just rambling but -inhales a whole load of air and-)

For a chapter with a title that clearly refers to toga and ochako, we did get mostly nothing. BUT! You could say it's a way of showing how they are trying to go back to normal, shutting everything down and trying to pilot through the day. While we get glimpses that clearly show that ochako is not okay. In a certain way, we've also been getting this with deku, so onto my next point:

I do want Deku to talk about what he's going through, he's been pushing down his feelings. And at some point, I did think that he was gonna talk this out with bakugo, as a parallel to dvk2, but I'm not too mad of him talking of this with ochako. Both developed relationships with their corresponding villain and both failed. If both of them can sort their feelings with someone that understands, I will be happy.

BUT IF THIS SOMEHOW TURNS INTO URARAKA AND DEKU BECOMING A COUPLE I WILL RIOT. Senseless. He'll never be what toga was to her. He'll just be deku. And maybe in the future she could love deku as she once loved toga, but not now.

Also, edgeshot being just a tiny thing is so hilarious to me. I do get people being mad that they keep on living in the most stupid manner while the villains do not get that treatment. It is totally fair. But he a little guy that made me CACKLE, also he and dark shadow should be best friends.

Going back to uraraka, the tears in those panels where so beautifully drawn that it was so much more painful.

I wonder what their talk will be like. I wonder what will happen. But there's truly one direction I do not want it to take.