#todoroki: why are people so eager to date

[kirikiss]

Condition of Love - Part One

ミ☆ kids, am I right? ミ☆ Pro hero!Iida x reader

ミ☆ Iida and Y/N must renew their hero licenses, but the only way to pass their final test is to follow the unpredictable demands of a group of eager children. As the kids conspire to play matchmaker, the heroes are forced to navigate an unexpected challenge that could determine their futures.

ミ☆ pt. 1, no warnings, reader uses she/her. fluff ;D, not fully proofread

Hero licenses are not indefinite; they expire every two years, no matter who holds them. Whether you're the number one hero celebrated across the nation or a lesser-known hero ranked in the lower hundreds, the rules apply to everyone. When the time comes, each hero must renew their license and complete randomized training designed to assess whether they are still capable of serving society effectively.

This was a critical detail that had somehow slipped past Iida. Despite his meticulous nature and dedication to his hero duties, he was completely unaware that his license was due for renewal. A perk of being a UA student was that the school automatically renewed your license for you. They did not make any student in the hero course take training since it was a part of their day-to-day curriculum. So when the realization that he would have to prove himself all over again—just like any other hero—came as a surprise. 

It was a crisp fall night as Iida patrolled the streets. The rain from the previous evening had left a lingering scent of petrichor in the air—a smell he found soothing. Lost in the moment, he failed to notice the brooding police officer standing directly in his path.

Most officers and heroes got along well, but there were always a few on the police force who harbored a one-sided disdain for heroes. Many people often compared the two, dismissively labeling police officers as "watered-down heroes," claiming they weren’t cool enough and believing that only heroes did the real crime fighting. It seemed that Iida’s luck had run out that night because he had encountered exactly that type of officer—a moody, resentful one.

“Good evening, Ingenium. Have the streets been treating you well tonight?” the officer inquired with a cocky smile.

“Good evening, sir! Not much activity tonight, but we should be thankful for that, correct?” Iida replied through his thick iron mask. The mask gave him a formidable appearance, fitting for someone as serious as he was.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, very thankful… Would you mind showing me your hero license?” the officer asked, still smiling smugly.

‘Why is he asking for my hero license? Did I do something wrong?’ Iida wondered, a flicker of concern crossing his mind.

“Of course, sir! Here you are,” he said as he retrieved a laminated card from one of the many compartments built into his suit. Among the other items he carried with him were a Swiss army knife, a map, two protein bars, and not one but two extra pairs of glasses—just in case.

The officer examined the white card, which bore Iida’s photo—his eyes closed due to the flash being too bright, and they hadn’t allowed him to retake the picture. In small, off-white lettering, the card displayed an expiration date, something Iida had blissfully overlooked. This oversight was surprising for a man who was usually meticulous about such important details.

The egoist ready to ruin the upcoming hero's night began to chuckle. “You see here, your hero license expired last month. I'm going to have to fine you.” This isn't the first time the officer has stopped a hero in hopes of catching this error. He had stopped The Fresh Picked Hero: Grape Juice, Froppy, and even Todoroki, but the young up-and-coming heroes seemed to know this concealed information. 

“I sincerely apologize and fully understand why I've been fined," Iida said, his words punctuated by his signature hand chop. "But could you please assist me in renewing my license? What steps do I need to take?”

"First, you'll need to fill out the necessary paperwork and complete a randomized test," the officer explained, his tone firm but matter-of-fact. Iida, feeling the weight of the situation, wiped the sweat from his brow, his intense focus on every word the officer was saying.

"You can start the process as early as tomorrow, once the Hero License Agency opens. Just be sure to clear your schedule; those trainings can be unpredictable and might take longer than expected," the lanky officer continued, his voice tinged with a hint of warning.

"However," the officer added, his expression turning serious,  “Until you complete the renewal process, you cannot operate under the hero Ingenium. Should I take you in for being a vigilante?”

The officer's words struck Iida like a bolt of lightning, and to his surprise, he instinctively raised his hands, as if the officer had shouted a command.

"No, sir! I will handle it immediately—I assure you!" Iida responded, his voice filled with urgency.

The officer couldn’t help but chuckle as he adjusted his navy uniform, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'll see you around, kid. You're lucky you’re amusing," he said, his tone lightening as he turned and walked off into the night, making him seem like an off-brand Batman.  The way he disappeared into the shadows left Iida standing there, momentarily dazed by the unexpected encounter

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It was a crisp, refreshing day, and Iida was eager to reclaim a valid hero license. After returning home from his patrol the previous night, he had swiftly filled out the necessary paperwork online—one of the many conveniences of modern technology.

Arriving at the Hero License Agency, Iida pushed open the door, only to realize that this was his second visit to the building; the first had been during his first year at U.A. High School. As he entered, he noticed a woman in a hero uniform walking in behind him.

"You must be here for training as well. Good luck," Iida said with a warm smile, his voice carrying a gentle tone despite the intimidating presence of his mask.

The woman smiled back, her demeanor friendly. "Thanks! Good luck to you too. I’m Harmonic, but you can call me y/n.”

She extended her hand in a gesture of camaraderie. He had recognized her from various hero events. They waved in passing but never had an honest conversation.

"I appreciate that," Iida replied, shaking her hand. "I go by Ingenium professionally, but please feel free to call me Iida."

With introductions made, the pair walked together into the building, both eager to discover what their training would entail. The anticipation of the challenges ahead was palpable as they prepared to face the tasks that would determine their readiness to continue serving as heroes.

The former strangers were greeted by a man who seemed more suited for a role as a Secret Service agent than a trainer. Dressed in a sleek black suit, polished black dress shoes, and blacked-out sunglasses, he exuded an aura of professionalism. An earpiece rested snugly in his ear, and he pressed a button on it to speak.

“They are here. Inform me when you are ready to commence,” he said, his voice calm but authoritative. The tense tone of his message started to unnerve Iida, hinting that the test ahead was going to be quite intense.

The man pressed his earpiece again, listening intently before responding. “Please follow me,” he instructed, leading the way down a long, dimly lit hallway. Iida was initially unsure he would be paired with y/n, but the presence of a familiar face did ease his nerves slightly.

The hallway seemed to stretch on endlessly until they arrived at a comically oversized door, which contrasted sharply with the otherwise serious atmosphere. The man stopped in front of the door and turned to face them.

“Behind this door is the test you need to pass in order to renew your hero license,” he explained. “If you fail, you will be required to wait two weeks before being assigned a different training session.” To Iida, two weeks felt like an eternity. He was determined not to let that happen.

“You two are tasked with observing whatever lies beyond this door. The results will determine your fate,” the man concluded.

Iida and Y/N exchanged glances, their faces reflecting a shared sense of apprehension. ‘So ominous,’ they both thought as they steeled themselves for the challenge ahead. The daunting task began with the oversized door in front of them, which seemed to resist their attempts to open it.

Iida stepped forward and activated his quirk, using a burst of speed to forcefully push the heavy door. With a creak and groan, the door finally gave way, revealing what lay beyond.

As the door swung open, they were met with a startling sight. Twenty pairs of eyes were fixed on them from within the room, each gaze sharp and curious. The intensity of the stares was palpable, and Iida and y/nfelt an immediate pressure to perform well under the watchful eyes of those who would determine their fate.

Those watchful eyes being the obese of children, who couldn’t be older than seven years old. One young boy, unable to contain his excitement, leaned towards his friend and attempted a whisper that came out more like an exclamation.

“Ohmygoditsproheroingenium!”

The boy’s awe was reminiscent of Midoriya’s starstruck reactions in the halls of UA High, and Iida couldn’t help but be reminded of those days.

“His mask looks so cool. Do you think he’d let me try it on? What if it smells like sweat?” the boy’s friend replied, clearly intrigued but equally curious about the details of Iida’s heroic persona.

While the boys were busy fawning over Iida, the girls turned their attention to y/n. “HARMONIC!! SHE’S SO PRETTY IN REAL LIFE!” one little girl exclaimed, her face lighting up with a wide, toothy grin.

The excitement spread through the group as they began to chatter among themselves, their voices a mix of admiration and playful speculation. Although the intimidating man in the suit had instructed them to be stern, the children’s natural exuberance quickly took over.

Amidst their giggles and excited whispers, the children’s playful enthusiasm led them to a new scheme: setting up Iida and y/n. With their matchmaking plans in full swing, they momentarily forgot the seriousness of the test, focusing instead on their own innocent amusement.

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[insideliascrazyhead]

Accidently Invating Sannoh

Summary:After the fight against Housen,a situation in Oya High escaletes.Yasushi runs off,Kiyoshi after him.Drugged up on painkillers and a emotional mess Yasushi accidentaly lands in Sannoh.Leaving Fujio,Tsukasa and the others to search him before a fight happens with the wrong people or Yasushi running into Cobra and his gang.What they don´t know,he doesn´t just run into Cobra.No.he ruins date night with Murayama. Pairing:Yasushi/Kiyoshi,Cobra/Murayama,Fujio/Tsukasa Warning:none If there is one necessary feel free to tell me Authors Note:A longer one but kinda my favorite

Fujio enthusiastically announces that they´re gonna party.Yeah,they´re not celebrating a win in the fight against Housen but they all kinda need cheering up.So instead,they celebrate getting their ass kicked,on Oya High´s roof.Nearly all of them are gathered there by now.At least until Kiyoshi comes in to wreak havoc.

„Oi Fujio!Where´s Yasushi?!“He exclaims as he heads towards him and Tsukasa.“No idea.Isn´t Yasushi normally with you?!“Fujio replies confused.He could swear they left together.“No.I searched for that Shithead Yasushi was fighting earlier to kick his ass.“He frustratetly admits.„Yeah?!Why?Cause he kicked Yasushi´s ass enough to make his head hurt?“Nakaoka teases.„His head was bleeding,so he probably went to treat his injury.He could´ve headed home?“Tsukasa tries to solve the situation.

“Then he wouldn´t go home.“Kiyoshi barks out.„He rather eats razorblades then go home!That´s why he fucking stays the nights at mine.“He tries to contact Yasushi again but his phone´s off.Kiyoshi swears,kicking some furniture.

“Relax.He´s gonna be fine.“Todoroki says,putting down his book.„He did behave kinda weird.What if he hides at home because no one would search there?“Tsukasa thinks.„Excatly!He´s gotta be hiding.He loves parties!Why would he miss one?“Fujio then states.„Fuck!Now I gotta search for his ass.“Kiyoshi grumbles.„Sure!Let´s leave to see if your colleague ain´t dead!“Nakaoka exclaims enthusiastically jumping up from his seat.Todoroki sighs heavily,getting up too.“Great.We´re leaving then I´m taking?What?Someone´s gotta be the brain.“He explains rolling his eyes dramatically.“Doroki!You´re worried!That´s so sweet.“Fujio smiles.„That would be like worrying about a chihuahua with rabies that runs around biting people.“He groans,the others break out laughing as they leave.

They take the subway and a short time later they stand infront of Yasushi´s apartment. Sneaking a peek through the only nearly closed door,hearing screaming inside which is a normal occurance around here.They then see Yasushi roughly shoved against the wall,nearly collapsing as he coughs,arm wrapped around his ribs.He groans in pain before glaring foreward.„Kicking my ass ain´t gonna change that you´re a punk ass pussy bitch!“He screams,cockily going foreward,encouraging in a fight.“His mom´s lover.“Kiyoshi thinks bitterly as a liquor bottle misses Yasushi´s head by an inch making him stop dead in his tracks.Kiyoshi violently shoves the Oya High members out of his way.“He´s so dead!“He kicks the door open with enough force to break out of it´s hinges.

“Oi!“He screams as Yasushi´s head snaps at Kiyoshi´s great entrance.Tsukasa shakes his head.“Fuck it.“Now they all march in there,deathglaring at his mom who applies lipstick infront of a mirror,as if her lover didn´t just attack her son.Her lover - a guy who looks like a pimp on steroids,tries to take a step foreward only for Yasushi to throw a liquor bottle right back at him.“I will fucking strangle you with your own damn intestines<3!“Yasushi yells in exctacy,wild look in his eyes,eager to fight.The guy growls,as his eyes land on the others.He won´t be able to lay a finger on that brat with all those teenagers around.So instead he turns to Yasushi´s mother.

“What your brat needs is medication,another near death expirience or a lobotomy!He´s fucked up in the head!He´s a crazy sociopath!“He angrily yells at the woman, kicking the sofa table.Kiyoshi is eager to kick the shit out of him.His and Yasuhi´s eyes meet as they break out in a histerical,crazy laugh and Kiyoshi understands.They both head towards him,cockily strutting.Kiyoshi looks him dead in the eyes;“Leave now.“He growls.„Or leave in a damn body bag<3“ Yasushi adds as he feels his mothers eyes on him.“C´mon Baby let´s go.“She speaks up as she pulls on his arm towards the door.“Kick that bratty bastard out already!“He exclaims as they leave,Oya High members angrily stomping out of the way.Yasushi tries to throw another liquor bottle but Fujio deathgrips his wrist snatching the bottle.„Don´t encourage in a fight.“Tsukasa hisses.

„Where the fuck´s your mother gone too with that prick anyways?“Todoroki asks.

“Partying with lover boy.Gonna be back in like four to nine days usually.This shit is just a runaway home for damn relatives that are on the run,evicted or on parole anyways.She´s living with that douchebag nearly all the time now.“Yasushi explains and squirms feeling all eyes on him.He fucking hates it.He wants to vomit at the thought of them pitying him.“What the fuck,please if anyone here comes from a great parenting expirience raise your damn hand.Stop fucking judging me.I´m not a weak ass bitch.I don´t need a fucking pity party.“He exclaims angrily.Some take a step back,showing they´re not encouraging in fighting him.“No.You just don´t have the guts to tell us when you´re physically hurting.“Fujio states a sad look spread across his face.“Screw you!“

„Fuck yourself Shithead!“Kiyoshi screams,shoving him when he tries to fight him.

“Why woundn´t you come to me?!Instead you hide at THIS place?!Why didn´t you tell me that you feel like shit?!You shouldn´t leave the hospital on crazy revenge when you feel that shitty!I would´ve fucking got revenge for you instead!Or why wouldn´t you tell me your moms meathead lover kicks your ass either huh?!“He heard Kiyoshi scream in anger before.Nearly daily yeah,but rarely at him and it makes Yasushi crazily irritated.„I can fucking handle it!“He hisses through grittet theeth.Angrily wiping some tears away,dearly hoping no one saw the damn tears.“So the bruises aren´t always fights then?“Tsukasa asks and Yasushi bolts out of the door.„Shit.Are you crazy?Why would you ask him that?!“Kiyoshi yells before running after Yasushi.

„Fuck.“Fujio groans.“Yeah fuck.That ain´t the party we expected.“Shibaman states.

“What are we gonna do now?“Todoroki asks.“Leave the two of them to it?Fight it out?“Fujio shakes his head.“No.We gotta search for him!“

„Kiyoshi literally ran right after him.If he ain´t gonna find him that would be dumb as shit.“Nakagoshi states.„We´re gonna bring the party to Yasushi then!We celebrate here when Kiyoshi found him.I mean Yasushi said he´s literally on his own for at least four days.Easy.“Fujio exclaims happily.Enthusiasm creeping back into him.

„We take it as invitation!The door was open for each one to walk in and he didn´t kick us out jet.“Tsuji shruggs smirking.They´re gonna take that as a win.“There´s enough liquor to fill a fucking cocktailbar.That shit kinda screams party.“Shibaman says.“You wanna party in this mess?“Todoroki asks,raising his eyebrow.„What?You wanna clean up?“Tsuji asks skeptically.“No.At least hang the door back in it´s hinges.“Shibaman and Tsuji do as their leader told.

“Does he have at least something to treat his head injury?It was bleeding a little heavily.“Jamuo asks getting a look from Fujio and Tsukasa.“No idea.I don´t live here.“Tsukasa shruggs getting seated on the sofa.“The fridge´s empty too!“Fujio then yells from the kitchen.“The fuck are you doin in his fridge man?“Shibaman asks from the leather armchair going through the horror movies lying on the sofa table.“Worrying!“Fujio exclaims.„Mothering.“Tsukasa mumbles.“That shit´s disturbing.“Tsuji states eyeing the dvd´s in Shibaman´s hands.“That´s not horror movies,they´re bloody and brutal enough that they´re torture porn.“Todoroki states.„I don´t like horror movies man.“Nakagoshi states.“Yeah!I don´t even like speaking to living people why the hell do I wanna contact the dead?!They gotta stay six feet under and leave me alone.“Nakaoka exclaims and Tsukasa laughs.„Yasuhi uses them probably as lullabies.“

„Yo Fujio!“Shibaman yells and Fujio pops his head out of the doorframe.“Yeah?“ „Just head to the grocery store and get some stuff then!Fast food,candy whatever.“ „Painkiller,shit to cool his head and a first aid kit.“Tsuji adds.„Yeah?!“Nakaoka laughs.“That´s crazy!Who of the two of you shits money now?!“Shibaman and Tsuji look at each other laughing as Tsuji pulls out a fancy leather wallet.„The party´s on lover boy tonight!“Shibaman exclaims.The eyes of the others nearly jump out of their heads.„How the fuck did you get this?!Why?!“Jamuo yells.„He threw a liquor bottle at Yasushi after he nearly died from a head injury on a dirty ass pavement two days ago.Then the shit he said about him?!Nah fuck that shit.That´s the least he can do.Compensation.“Tsuji explains.„Just throw it in the bushes two blocks away.No one will know man.He will think he lost it partying.We also wanna know his name if Yasushi´s ass get´s killed.“Shibaman shruggs.„You can´t get less insane.Can you?“Todoroki asks trying to hide the smile on his lips.„Don´t encourage us.“Tsuji shakes his head.

„He´s not wrong though.Yasushi´s a menace but he´s our menace.Kinda.He´s one of us.We take care of each other.“Tsukasa admits.„I leave to the grocery store!“Jamuo volunteers.„Why?You scared you stumble into Yasuhis room and it´s a torture chamber?“Nakaoka laughs.„He would love that!You´re not wrong tho!“Jamuo says snatching the wallet.Nakaoka and Nakagoshi get up too.“Let´s leave then.You won´t be able to carry that shit on your own.“

Meanwhile Tsukasa looks at the pill bottle on the sofa table.Perscripted to Nishikawa Yasushi.Two days ago.“Oi Fujio!Yasushi´s probably high as fuck.“He says.“Their pretty heavy.Tons of them missing too.“Fujio get´s seated next to him.“He probably took a few more because of the fight with Housen.“Fujio thinks.“Dumbass.“Todoroki states from his seat when Fujio´s phone rings.„Oi Kiyoshi!Great to hear from you!Did you find Yasushi?“They have no idea what Kiyoshi says but it´s not great because all color leaves Fujio´s face and his smile drops.“Relax Kiyoshi!You´re panicking.Where did he run off to when you lost sight of him?“Oh shit,Fujio is gonna vomit.“Sannoh.“All heads snap towards him and Tsukasa snatches the phone.

“You´re gotta be kidding.I´m gonna kick his ass.He´s drugged up to the eyeballs,a emotional mess running wild in Sannoh?“Tsukasa groans.This gotta be a nightmare.„What do you mean he´s high?!He ain´t a fucking drugged up junkie Tsukasa!“They hear Kiyoshi scream.„The painkiller he takes for his head injury borderline on illigal.He probably took extra for the fight earlier.We gotta find him before he runs into trouble.Murayama will kill us if we create any damage in other S.W.O.R.D territories.“He explains.„Yasushi is gonna leave Sannoh in a body bag or a police car when he´s that angry.“Todoroki states.„Yeah,man got a crazy urge to fight.Prove he ain´t weak.“Shibaman says.“Great.Now we gotta go and search his ass before he does something dumb.“Todoroki rolls his eyes.„For example running into Cobra´s gang?Yeah!Let´s go.“Tsukasa urges.„I contact the others.“Fujio says taking out his phone as they all head out the door.

Cobra and Murayama lean against the wall outside of Itokan Diner after a makeout session while Cobra has a smoke.When they see a teenage boy with a head injury stumbling around“What kinda Idiot?“Murayama asks as his eyes widen in realization. “Oh yeah!Suprise!That´s one of my idiots!“Ignoring Cobra´s confusion he runs foreward.“Hey Yasu-kiyo!?Oi!Yasushi!“Cobra runs after him,then he punches him in the shoulder.„Behave.“He exclaims as he heads foreward.Murayama groans,Oya High kids are gonna make him insane.They could choose each night to harass him,but no they ruin date night with Cobra-chan„Yasushi!“Murayama yells again.“No,your worst fucking nightmare.“Yasushi growls out.Cobra just rolls his eyes.“Yeah,I´m terrified.“He says comepletely monotone.“You´re head´s hurt,you´re bleeding.“Cobra states as Murayama interrupts him.“Woah!You fought against Housen today too?!Are you insane?!Your brain is driving rollercoaster in you´re skull and you go fighting!Did you leave the hospital too early?!“Murayama could swear he hears distressed Cobra noises already.Yasushi looks at him puzzled.

„Gossip travels fast at Oya High and I´m Oya´s King after all.Leader of Yasu-kiyo faction attacked,got his brain mashed.Kiyoshi went crazy the next day,swearing revenge and all.“Cobra scoffs. Murayama can tell fariytales later.„Let´s go.We gotta at least take care of you´re injury.“Cobra says softly.„No!I´m not crazy enough to leave with you and the lunatic of Oya!Leave me alone or I´m kicking your ass Blondie!“Cobra sighs heavily.How he loves Oya High.“Instead of kicking my ass we´re gonna try to stop your´s from hitting the ground when you collapse in the nearest sketchy alley.We´re not gonna hurt you.Please just let me help you!“Yasushi rolls his eyes.He too exhausted to keep running.He has no idea where he is and his head hurts.The rain doesn´t make it easier so his suicidal decision of the day is made.He´s gonna leave with Blondie and Crazy.They take him towards Itokan Diner.

„Cobra-chan look at you being loving and caring.You have a heart,that´s great.Now you can stop being a grumpy meanie pants!“Murayama teases as they head towards the diner but Yasuhsi stops dead in his tracks,color leaving his face.“Cobra?!I´m in Sannoh,threatening Sannoh´s Hoodlum Squad´s Cobra?!“His head is fucked but even he understands the severety of the situation.Don´t get Yasushi wrong.He could fight Murayama and yeah try to fight Cobra too.Easily on a normal day.He doesn´t fear Cobra or the Hoodlum Squad.He´s not gonna lie though;he´s to weak to fight after the disaster with Housen and the brain injury to fight them.Last but not least he´s out numbered and funny enough the last out numbered fight landed him in a hospital. Cobra stops his downwards spiral.„Oi!Realx.No heart feelings.Oya High strays seem to be normal by now.“Cobra smiles slightly as he leads Yasushi towards a seat asking Naomi for a first aid kit.In a heartbeat he´s handed a heavily stocked kit,Naomi knows her dumbasses by now.So she tries to at least keep each thing necessary in case of emergency stocked.“How are you feeling?“

„Pain and not the fun kinda pain.“Yasushi groans.„Cobra,dumb question.“Naomi glares at the man.“Anything out of the usual?“Cobra tries instead. “Nope.“ Great,Cobra thinks at least no brain bleed as he undoes Yasushi´s dirty and soaked bandage.He takes the tequila and pours a shot,shoving it towards Yasushi.„Don´t have painkillers.We´re gonna need to be creative.“Yasushi downs the shot with no hesitation.Yeah he´s getting better and making dumb,maybe life threatening decisions.Ha!That´s at least some kinda talent!He takes that thought as compliment.If this Cobra guy kills him at least he´s gonna die wasted.As Cobra cleanes the injury Yasush´s eyes land on Murayama.Damn.Murayama´s heart eyes are insane.

„Soo,I will take from this,that the leader of the kiyo faction part,the second of the great crazy duo,is running like a lunatic around Sannoh now.Searching for his friend that wandered off with a bleeding head?“Murayama asks.leaning against the counter. “He leaves me alone,if he knows what the fuck´s best for his ass.“Naomi chuckles, drying some glasses.„You my little crazy guy run around in the rain,head injury, drugged,in Sannoh trying to fight our dear Cobra-chan.What kinda suicidal maniac are you?!What´s wrong?“Murayama states straight to the point.“It´s my damn life and I take it if and how I wanna.“Cobra sighs heavily again,it´s gonna be a looong night.“You kinda sound like Cobra.“Naomi chuckles as Cobra death glares at her.“My mental heath issues are not necessarily for tonight.“She rolls her eyes.“Yeah they´re for a psychiatrist who enjoys a challenge.“He shakes his head.

“There are other solutions than running towards death kid.“He explains as he poors Yasushi another shot,taking one himself too.„Death is forever.No romanticized bullhshit.You´re dead,gone.Yeah no more issues you´re running away from but no great shit either.“When Cobra is about to put his empty shot glas on the counter he stops dead in his tracks,Murayama´s words repeat in his head and the fog of the earlier drinks dissapear. “Wait a damn minute.Drugged up?The fuck did you take?!

When it´s Redrum I swear I open the rest of the stiches on your head.“Yasushi laughs.How protective Cobra get´s is hella entertaining.“Yeah,no.Took some heavy painkillers for my head,borderline horse pill ones but anyways,just a great old head injury.Sorry to dissapoint Blondie.“Fuck.Why can´t Yasushi shut up.Cobra´s gonna kill him.What the fuck does that damn tequila do to his head?!His barely existend filter is gone now.He´s so gonna die.

„You have no idea what the pills where you shoved down your throat like candy?“Murayama asks.„I don´t even know the name of my damn dad.How am I supposed to know the name of some medications man?“He exclaims confused and Cobra chokes and Murayama breaks out laughing.Oh how he loves this chaos!„You have no idea who your dad is?“He then asks ignoring Cobra´s groan on how it´s not necessary for him to know that.“Noope.I mean he lives in White Rascals territory somewhere and works in a cocktailbar or nightclub and each month comes cash my mom blows out partying.“Yasuhi wants to kick his own ass hearing himself talk.„Great!He´s on like mega painkillers!Congratulations Cobra-chan! You gave a drugged a teenager tequila!Ha,he´s gonna have the night of his life!Now there´s a party in his head!“Now it´s Cobra who looses all color in his face.„How the fuck am I supposed to know the kid is high as a kite?“He growls as he finishes treating Yasuhsi´s injury.“He can´t leave like this Cobra or you´re fucked.“Naomi threatens taking the tequila away,god knows what´s gonna happen.

He´s drugged up enough to erase the mental filter in his head so Cobra might as well give it a try to find out what´s wrong.„You wanna explain what´s wrong?Why you´re running away from Kiyoshi?“He asks.„Damn bastards saw shit they shouldn´t,then dared to go all;´You gotta tell us when you´re hurting.Tell us when a pimp on steroids screws your mom and tries to kick your ass.Don´t leave the hospital when your brain´s broken and we fight for revenge instead.´“Yasushi complains.„They sound like damn great friends kid.You should be grateful,they seem to care about you.“Cobra states.„No,Blondie!Not when you´re all teary eyed and that weak shit!“He exclaims.

„So instead of acting all though,you cried when they found out you´re hurting.Nothing wrong with that.They didn´t leave you tho?“Otherwise Cobra might beat up some teenagers today.Crazy night huh?

„Nooo.They didn´t leave.I cried like a bitch and ran away...“Yasushi hesitantly admits

„In fear of your own emotions.“Murayama interrupts.„I don´t fear anything.“Yasushi snaps.„Yeah you do.You fear any emotional things that make you seem weak and vulnearble in a fight.“Cobra explains.„Don´t mean your friends think you´re weak.Or attack you on that.It´s like kicking someone who´s down.“Murayama then says.

„They think I can´t fight my own damn fights.That I leave when it´s get´s ugly and bloody.Leave them to fight for me instead.“

„Did they look you dead in the eyes and tell you that?!No.What you gotta learn is that you´re not weak when you cry or when you´re vulnearble.How did you´re head got injured?A lead pipe?“Cobra hints towards his injury.„Yeah I guess.“Yasushi grumbles cofused.Did Cobra drink to much tequila?!„In that moment when the lead pipe hit you´re head,you were vulnearble.It weakend you because you were injured.Then you we´re fighting right?“Yasushi nodds.The crazy drunk guy could be onto something.“You didn´t leave someone else to fight for you.You weren´t physically able to.But you then fought your own fight.Then you leave the hospital early to fight for your revenge.You needed a break where you could be physically weak in order to heal enough to fight again.It´s necessary to break down sometimes.In order to get the will to fight back.We all have shit going on we´re not explaining to anyone.You just didn´t learn yet why your friends could be breaking down when no one else is near.We´re all screwed up in one way or another.When you´re gonna give them a chance to see you at your lowest you´re gonna be shocked that they will let you do the same then.“

„What the fuck is it with you damn leaders that makes you so crazily wise?!“

Yasushi asks but Cobra knows he´s thinking heavily about what he just said.

“Yeah.We learn a lot.We gotta get through a lot of shit to learn that tho.“

„Cobra-chan cries a lot too when he goes through shit!Yeah,he and and the friend that could eat the whole diner once cried infront S.W.O.R.D!.He´s not weak either!We love him,he´s can still kick ass!“Great.Now Cobra tries to stop himself from blushuing as he throws a dish towel at Murayama and Naomi laughs.„Your Oya lunatics love you.They just don´t want you dead.They went crazy with worry because you could´ve easily died that night.When you learn that you can loose a person for good it will change something in you.You could easily loose them too.Each fight,a wrong hit to head or internal bleeding.A knife in a fist fight.Dying is easy.And with your behavior you shove them away.You gotta ask yourself if you´re gonna be okay with what hurt causes your behavior in them.When they end up dead in the next fight,will they fear that you shove them away because you don´t care about them or you don´t trust them enough to let your guard down wich puts them onto the same side as a rival that you´re fighting,would you want them to leave on those terms with you?Or would you want them to know you love them,that you trust them and they can come to you when they´re in need of emotional comfort?That you´re gonna go out and kick the ass of whoever hurt them?“Cobra explains and Yasushi is a emotional mess.“Fuck.“God why does his head have so much emotional shit in there now?!Damn Cobra!He would love to be with Kiyoshi right now smashing some shit or get into a fight. Anything that keeps the emotions out.Kiyoshi.Fuck now he misses that fucker Kiyoshi too.

„At least let me contact sleepy lion.Tell them you didn´t collapse dead in a ditch?“Murayama raises an eyebrow and smiles widely as Yasushi nodds.“I can´t reach him!“Murayama exclaims loudly looking at his phone as if it personally insulted him.„Yeah,´cause his phone´s exploding!“Yasushi snickers.Cobra huffs. “Why?What did you do to his sleepy lion?“Yasushi just smiles through the tears in his eyes.“Wrote;call me for a fun time with his number into bathrooms all across Oya.“Murayama breaks out laughing.“I love this craziness!It´s creative.But wait...How do we contact them then?“He wonders.„Contact your friend.The crazy one that´s running around Sannoh.Send him your location“Cobra says rolling his eyes looking at Murayama.“Easy.“Now Cobra takes out his own phone writing a group massage to the others.“Send all Oya high strays that gone crazy in Sannoh tonight,to the diner.“

Meanwhile the Oya High members are spread out near,towards and in Sannoh, searching like crazy.Fujio and Tsukasa are now infront of Asahina Garage.“We could search for Cobra-san and explain the situation!I heard he and Murayama-san are close.Maybe he knows where to find him.“Fujio says.„Dumb idea.But yeah I guess we´re running outta options.“Tsukasa states.He´s exhausted.„We´re all gonna end up dead anyways.So where do you wanna search for Cobra?“Fujios eyes light up like fireworks.“Motorcycles!Exactly.The garage.We´re just gonna ask here.“He explains enthusiastically as he heads in.They´re greeted by a middle aged woman and a group of girls in gang jackets.„Oh!Hey Sweethearts.Can I help you?“The woman asks with a smile.Fujio to distracted by the pretty girls get´s hit on the back of the head by Tsukasa.“Yeah.We´re sorry to intterupt.My friend Fujio and I are looking for Cobra.“The woman laughs.“Cobra.Mhm.My lazy son over there probably knows where his friend is around that time.“She says head tilting toward Yamato who is currently on break.“You´re lazy son can hear you grandma!“He exclaims.“Oi!Kid!Behave.Don´t talk to Hisako-senpai like that!“One of the girls yells at him and he mumbles a half hearted apology.

“Soo..You search Cobra to join Sannoh?“The woman asks.Fujio shakes his head eagerly.“No.We´re from Oya High,we search for Cobra-san and idially Murayama-san in extension,because kinda lost our little crazy friend!He doesn´t wanna cause any trouble...No I mean that´s kinda a lie.He loves chaos...“Tsukasa intterpts Fujio´s spiral.“Our friend ran out on us after a fight and we lost him near Sannoh.He has a head injury and took a shit ton of painkillers.He has no idea how to deal with emotions other then violence,so it wouln´t be unnormal for him to start a fight with the wrong people.We don´t wanna fight or disturb any peace in S.W.O.R.D,we just need out menace back.So we thought if he tries to fight the wrong people around Sannoh because he doesn´t understand that he could easily get his ass killed,Cobra would´ve heard.“Yamato shakes his head,chuckling.What is it for Oya High that lures them all to Sannoh over the years?

“Yeah Cobra´s an old friend of mine.“His head hints towards a photo of Cobra,Yamato and a guy Fujio and Tsukasa don´t know.A photograph where Cobra has Yamato in his infamous chokehold.Fujio laughs.“I love this photo!“He whispers towards Tsukasa who snickers.When Yamato takes out his phone to contact Cobra he breaks out in laughter.A SMS from Cobra.„Your search is over.Cobra found your friend a little earlier then you.“He explains with a smile.

„Yasushi is so dead.“Fujio shakes his head in dissapointment. „No he isn´t.“Tsukasa says easily.„Rest in peace our crazy little menace!“Fujio exclaims clutching his heart dramatically.„Fujio!He´s gonna be fine.Cobra won´t run around killing!“Tsukasa hisses debating to just chain Yasushi and Kiyoshi up at Oya High when they found him.„Naah,don´t worry Cobra´s pretty pacifistic.No violence other when he fights to protect someone.Pretty honorable.“Yamato explains as he locks the garage.“Yeah?!Tell that to chokehold Cobra on the photo.“Tsukasa mumbles.

Meanwhile the door to Itokan Diner get´s kicked open by a angry and screaming Kiyoshi.All heads snap towards him as Naomi snapps.“No fights in my fucking bar!“Cobra turns toward her.“I´m sorry.He´s just worried for his friend.We deal with him“He tries to reassure her.„Oi!Yeah I am!I thought Murayama´s boy toy beauty killed your ass!“He exclaims angrily storming towards Yasushi.Eyeing him,searching for other injuries.“Relaax.I´m peachy.You suicidal clown!Why kick the door in like that?!Wrong place to behave like that!In gang territory!Your brain works shittier then mine.“Yasushi complains.„You crazy bitch ran around gang territory first!What´s your excuse then?!“Yasushi smiles pointing at his head.“Kiyoshi.This beautiful little injury is my excuse.“He says sickly sweet.„Then why run out on us asshole!“He yells gripping Yasushi´s shirt but getting pushed off by him easily.„I don´t give a ever loving shit if you cry or have a mental breakdown.If you just wanna throw a few punches.I don´t care if you´re weak,bruised and bloody you look the most beautiful like that anyways.I don´t care if we can´t fight because you got hurt,or if you faint ten times in a fucking row vomiting everywhere.As long as your not dead.!The night I thought you´re dead.That I gotta live the rest of my miserable existence without the second of out crazy duo!I swore that night you ain´t gotta fight alone ever again.Not because you can´t kick ass but because others out there can be sneaky ass rats with lead pipes or knifes.Then at least someone got your back man!If someone kicks your ass,I get insanely crazy revenge for you because I would fucking die for you.When something´s wrong,you´re gonna come to me.Im literally right here and not leaving not even when it get´s ugly.“

„Sappy fucker.“Yasushi chokes out,wiping a tear away.How on earth did he deserve Kiyoshi.„Whatever.If I´m just a sappy fucker ten no more sex!“Kiyoshi teases,knowing emotional situations aren´t Yasushi´s strong suit.„Oh no!“He exclaims dramaticalls.“Huh.I don´t give a shit!I don´t need your disgusting ass dick Kiyoshi!What got a dick,ain´t loyal.“He barks out laughing,

„Yeah?!Then what about me?I´m all ride or die!“Kiyoshi yells.

„You´re a dick that I ride and then I hope you die<3“Yasushi screams into his face.„Oi!I hope there´s rat poison in your pain pills!“He yells back.

„I will chugg the damn rat poison,then lick the electric outlet to be sure!“He threatens.They break out laughing.“Don´t be mean to me or I swear I will fall in love with you!You look so hot bruised up and angry I nearly forgot what a dumb fucking meat head you are!I love you.“Kiyoshi sighs.

„I´m not your whore!“ „Even if you can´t love yourself!“He exclaims dramatically,laughing.

„Love you too.“Yasushi then mumbles barely audible.

Cobra gulps another tequila,while Muraya takes a shot too.“I swear I´m done adulting for the night.Imma get shitfaced.“Cobra grunts. „Don´t you have a nightshift at the gas station Cobra-chan?“Murayama wonders.

„Yeah but this tequila tastes like calling in sick.“He lights up a cigarette now. „You´re the literal owner!“Naomi states.

„Yeah,so I own the right to call in sick“

„You got a job yeah?!“Yasushi then wonders.

„Leading a gang ain´t gonna pay my rent kid!Where do I sleep?Under my motorcycle?“ „You´re not sick though....“Murayama teases.

„I´m sick of the conversations around here.If I hear one more conversation about their sex life I swear I´m never having sex again.“Murayama thinks and pales.

„Oi!Yasu-kiyo!You kinky fucks!No more sexy talk.Please!Sexy flirt threaten your boyfriend at home!“He yelps.

This is when the door to the diner opens and Yamato comes in with Fujio and Tsukasa.In a heart beat Fujio runs up and hugs Yasushi who is trying to squirm out of Fujio´s deathgrip.“Yasushi!Soo great to see you!“He exclaims happily.“Take him off me!What are you a squid?!“Yaushi can´t help but laugh.„Hey Guys!Cobra!“Yamato laughs.“I found two of your Oya strays in the garage.Great to see you too though!“Tetsu soon joins with Nakagoshi and Nakaoka.“Oi Fujio!“ Nakagoshi exclaims.“We made a friend and hey you guys found Yasushi!“ Nakaoka yells enthusiastically.The backdoor opens and Dan walks on stopping dead in his tracks when he sees all the teeanagers.„Oya high?“He exclaims when his eyes land on Todoroki,Shibaman and Tsuji.We know how that last fight escaleted.“He groans. „Oh yeah?“Naomi speaks up skeptically.“And who a war with the White Rascals becauae a pretty woman told him to,so they crashed my fucking diner.?“Dan physically squirms at that.“They paid for the damage.“ „Yeah but I cleaned it all up.So zip it.“Then the backdoor opens again and Chiharu comes in with with Todoroki, Shibaman and Tsuji.“Woow,crazy.That´s a lot of Oya.“Tsuji chuckles.“You´re not dead!Great!“Todoroki then turns to Shibaman and Tsuji.„See,I told ya they don´t have the guts to go all Yasu-kiyo on Cobra and the Hoodlum Squad.“

“Heyyy you beautiful misfits you came to fight?<3“Yasushi chuckles.Tsukasa leans in the get a closer look at Yasushi.“What on earth happened to him?!“He asks and Murayama holds up the liquor bottle.“The beauty of tequila sleepy lion.We needed a painkilling solution.Oi!You´re gonna go all judgy it was all Cobra-chan!“

“We thought Cobra killed you or something similar.“Shibaman states and Cobra scowls.“Why does everybody think I´m a violent lunatic?!“Cobra whines and the Hoodlum Squad breaks out laughing.Fujio loves it here.“That´s all so great.“He whisper yells towards Tsukasa,fireworks in his eyes as he looks around Itokan Diner.

“You´re named after the Cobra twist man,that´s a wrestling move.“Tetsu says getting seated.“You normally use wrestling moves when you´re fighting which seems a bit brutal,at least sometimes.No heart feelings man.“Yamato tells him.„Then the fight where those pricks attacked the car and while Dan was leaving the car to fight you just pulled that guy in there so he can´t escape you.“Chiharu chuckles.Murayama jumps up eagerly pointing at Cobra.“Yeah and you threw me when we we´re fighting for the first time at Oya where you rolled up to kick ass because of Chiharu? Yeah that time.Nothings speacial normally yeah but suprise you threw me with your legs which was phenominal!Not gonna lie also hot as fuck.“Cobra lowers his head onto his arms that are folded on the counter.He would love to dissapear when Fujio speaks up.“Not to insult you Cobra-san but every photo we saw of you in the garage,you had a guy in a chokehold.“Cobra looks up at Fujio in suprise but then breaks out in laughter.

“Also am I goin crazy or did Yasushi and Kiyoshi kiss when we came in?“Fujio wonders and gets hit in the shoulder by Tsukasa.Yasushi unsteadily get´s up trying to sneak away and make a run for it just to get grabbed with ease by Cobra who just shoves him back into his seat.“You sneak away from your friends again and I will dog chip you Yasushi!“Cobra threatens.“Soo...Are you dating?!“Fujio asks eagerly.

„No label.Just rolling with the punches quite literally.“Kiyoshi grumbles,eyeing Cobra and his gang.Yasushi hits him over the head.“Oi!They´re not homophobes Kiyoshi!They´re homosexuals.“For the second time that night Cobra chokes on his drink.„Oh yeah?!“Tetsu chuckles.Cobra and Murayama are no secret in the gang but they love to tease them anyways.“Cobra made out with Murayama.Tongue down Cobra´s throat and all that fun.“Yasushi says.„How do you know that huh?!“Murayama wonders,they saw Yasushi not that early. „Easy.You had him pinned against the nearest wall.I saw that shit with my own eyes now I want to bleach them.I thought they´re gonna eat each other.“

„I thought they´re sworn like arch-enemies.“Chiharu states sarcastically. „Arch-enemy hah?!What´s Cobra is arching,his his back?“Tetsu laughs.Cobra gives him a sour look.“No?Then where have you been earlier with Murayama?“Yamato asks leaning closer.„Nowhere,with no one,doin nothing with nobody.“Cobra states easily.„Did the bleach take over your brain Cobra-chan?“

„Jamuo will love that shit with you and Kiyoshi.“Tsukasa chuckles.“Wait a damn minute.Jamuo?!“Tsukasa yells,looking around wildly.“Where´s Jamuo?!“

„Easy.Hiding in a trash can!“Nakaoka laughs.„That´s mean.This was once.We gotta contact him.“Tsukasa turns on his phone and another unknown number calls.With a groan he turns it back off.“I gotta get a new phone number.Yasushi call him.“He deathglares at Yasushi who breaks out laughing taking out his phone calling Jamuo.

„Jamuo!Relax you drama queen,shit.Stop squeaking!Come to the Itokan Diner will you?“Yasushi exclaims,irritated by Jamuo´s behavior.„To your funeral?!Are you dead?!Oi!Am I talking to a dead person?!“He squeaks and Yasushi barks out a laugh.„Yeah,I´m dead,in hell and I gotta say it´s pretty hot down here.It´s also where the party´s at so come the fuck to the damn diner you dramatic prick.“He hangs up and Tsukasa hits him in the shoulder and as Yasushi hits back,Todoroki comes and hits both of them.As Todoroki turns his back they shove each other Tsukasa falling against a table before hitting the floor,a cup with beer pouring all over him.“Behave normal,for at least once,I swear I should be paid for babysitting you.“Todoroki hisses angrily as they all break out laughing and Fujio helps Tsukasa up.

„Oi!Your moral compass gotta be a roulette wheel for scaring him like that!Kids gonna have a heart attack!“Nakagoshi laughs.„I hate you.Dearly.With all my heart man.“Tsukasa says glaring at Yasushi.„Yeah that keeps me awake at night.Suck it up.Oh,wait,naaah it doesn´t.I sleep peacefully like a fucking drunk ass baby,getting all that beauty sleep,just off your hate<3.“He teases.„Then you gotta need more of you´re beauty sleep,you still ugly!“

„Ex-fucking-cuse me?!“Kiyoshi yelps.„Relax man,you gonna end up stabbed again!Then I´ll beat the shit out of your damn stab wound last time will be seen as love tap“Yasushi warns.Oya breaks out laughing.„That means woman don´t like you whatsoever do they?“Nakaoka asks.„Yeah that´s why I gotta date his ass as a last resort.“Yasushi exclaims.„You´re both not necessarily a win“Tsukasa says.“He got fucking stabbed?!That´s not funny!“Yamato exclaims shocked at their behavior.“Yeah.Not funny ha-ha.Funny he kinda deserved it.“Tsukasa mumbles.“Oi!That was my greatest week at Oya high!“Kiyoshi exclaims.“We gotta repeat that.“Yasushi nods.“No!You´re not gonna take over shit!I don´t need this exhausting lunacy again!I´m the king I make the damn rules.The games is over anyways now!“Murayama yells at the two leaders of the Yasu-Kiyo faction.All eyes snap towards Murayama“Game?“Todoroki asks distrustful.„No game.Whatsoever.“He quickly adds not revealing their favorit entertainment game each new semester.„Yeah?15,taking a shiv to school.Man I miss high school.“Cobra sighs.

Now the door get´s ripped open and Jamuo comes running towards them. „Where on earth have you´ve been?!“Tsukasa asks.

„I panicked!Okay?!Yasushi going crazily Yasu-kiyo in Sannoh,I thought he´s gonna run into Cobra´s gang!Which he literally did.I couldn´t´reach Tsukasa.You where all spread out searching.I had a idea and ran off and didn´t tell nobody.I thought I´m gonna end up dead too!Shitty I forgot the knife under my pillow!“Jamuo exclaims hands flying with theatric gestures.„You sleep with a knife under your pillow?!“Fujio wonders.„Uhm,yeah it´s the only home secruity system I can afford!“

„We could easily rob a bank!“Yasushi says eagerly.“What?!“Came multible voices,most from Cobra and his gang.“He means have a wank?!“Kiyoshi says with no hesitaion.Head snap towards him and Yaushi looks dissapointed.“I´m trying to save the situation!“He hisses.“Nothing is gonna save the situation.That shit is nasty.You gotta keep this a secret between you and your internet service provider.“ Todoroki shakes his head.No therapist is gonna belive him this shit.

„Oh yeah?!We literally all live in the same shitty area.I can´t fight for shit!I mean I dared to bitch slap Yaushi once,nearly shit myself.Then he nearly killed me.I dared once and never again.I have my pillow knife!What do you sleep with then?!“Jamuo tries to distract from the haunting words of Kiyoshi earlier.„Yasushi.“

„I fucking knew it!“Jamuo calls out in triumph.“I told you those are not bruises!“ He turns towards Tsukasa pointing a finger in his face.“Yeah,I thought nobody

would be dumb enough the sleep with Yasushi!“Tsukasa groans.“Fuck you Tsukasa!“

Yasushi yells.“Sooo....Nobody choked out Yasushi that´s great.“Fujio states.

Yasushi and Kiyoshi break out laughing.“Ain´t gonna lie he kinda did tho!Both in one night ain´t that beautiful?!“He teases in a sweet tone.“You kinky bitch.“ Nakaoka yelps..Tetsu breaks out laughing first.“Can we keep them Cobra?!“

Later that night they´re at Yasushi´s again all seated in the living room,musik blast out of the sppeakers,they´re all eating and having conversations.“You gotta wash that beer off man you reek!“Fujio laughs throwing a pillow at Tsukasa,who get´s hit in the head with it and pouts.„Yeah just go and take a damn shower?“Yasushi states from his seat,leaning against Kiyoshi eating candy.“Take some shit to wear,whatever you find,even my moms clothes if that rocks your boat,relax and take a shower.What´s the worst that is in there?“Yasushi laughs as Tsukasa tries to get beer out of his hair.

„That´s yasushis bathroom we´re talking about.“Shibaman states taking a sip of his beer.„Probably razorblades on the walls.“Tsuji laughs.„Blood flowing out of the sink.“Nakagoshi teases.„Yeah and the light is the head of his enemy!“Nakaoka adds.

„Oh yeah and he showers with motor oil.“Fujio speaks up.„Relax,drama queen.“Yasushi then says.„Sure.If I´m gonna die in there because Pennywise lives in the sink as Yasushi´s roomate then Jamuo will fight for my revenge.“He chuckles and leaves into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later Tsukasa showers peacefully as the shower curtain get´s ripped open he screams.“Hey Tsukasa!Stop screaming it´s just me.“Yasushi screams back which makes Tsukasa only scream worse.„Something´s fucking wrong with you Yasushi!“He yells as he throws the nearest object at Yasushi which turns out to be

showergel. „Yeah,searched you some clothes,gonna put them near the sink!“ „You should replace motor oil with fucked up in the head and shoulders or somehting.At least gimme that shampoo over there.“Tsukasa scoffs and Yasushi does as he´s been told.“Nice ass Tsukasa!“Yasushi calls out when he leaves.

„Not a drop of sense of shame in this guy whatsoever.“Tsukasa shakes his head

„Love you too dickhead.<3“Yasushi yells from outside of the door.

[ihatebnha]

i saw something a while back about demi shoto? do you have any more hcs/ideas/thoughts about that? 👉👈

trying to spread more shoto love i guess! and i do really like demi shoto. it’s interesting to think about since he’s such a catch, you know? do good looking, powerful quirk, comes from money. everyone wants him. but he isn’t interested in anyone else in the slightest unless he’s gotten to know them and bonded with them.

plus with how oblivious he acts sometimes…i dunno, he just has that demi feel ya know?

(could just be me projecting since i’m demi, but i know that i’m like that when people are into me…totally oblivious to it. just figure people are being nice 😅)

DEMI CHARACTERS MY BELOVED!!! And Shoto, my other beloved! AND ALSO YOU, anon, my third (and most) beloved, thank you for spreading the love and wanting to chat about this with me<333

Lowkey I LOVEEE this concept, idk why but it just scratches a major itch in my brain... maybe because I just love thinking about any and every character's dating habits, but also because your whole description... CANON, YES YES YESSSSS!!!!

Like however you may see him, dating is still probably gonna be the last thing on his mind EVER, and he's really so thoughtful (and in his own little world) that going blind into something so weighty... doesn't feel right for him at all.

And even though that might mean he's not all that interested in dating, it doesn't make him... not interested in being a FRIEND (or just being nice to people, at least). So I feel like, similar to how passionate he is about being close to Deku + Bakugo (also demi king), there's all these weird cases of people (mostly overzealous fans) thinking he's interested in them/someone... only to be sorely disappointed when that isn't the case.

It's kinda funny though, because whether or not Todoroki would use the word demi to describe himself, I think he's actually very explicit w/ people about the fact that he only dates AFTER getting to know someone, if at all. So it's not a secret, you know??? Like his friends know, you know, EVERYONE KNOWS.

And while I love the concept of like... you and Shoto being friends from school or work who discover this similarity about one another (and then bonding even more over it)... I also really like the thought of just... Todoroki [not knowing you and] really genuinely wanting to be your friend, and then being so relieved when you don't take his offer to go out for dinner as a romantic thing.

Cuz, not to be angsty BUT you could (meaning I do) easily imagine him as being kind of sick of having friendships ruined by people who think 1-2 outings is enough to make him fall for them... NO!!! Or even just... think he's kidding about it. So when Todoroki finds out you really just want to be friends... he's happy!

(I'm just imagining your convo going something like:

"Wanna get food sometime?"

"Like... a date? I'm actually—"

"No? Like as friends?"

"OH then yes, of course!"

Like what a SCOREEEEE tbh!!! You both walk away from that convo feeling like a boss <333)

[stellar-imagines]

SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝that's a little dark.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Class 1-A ]

「 Class 1-A with an emotionless reader who gets hit with a quirk that make them turn back into a child along with the mentality of a child. In the end, Class 1-A and then fluff ensues with them basically fawning over a cute shy and easily flustered reader. But, they discover something about you.」

You couldn't remember what you did yesterday but it felt like you had the greatest sleep in your entire life. As your eyes adjusted to the surprisingly bright light, you slowly got up and looked at your surroundings. The place was unfamiliar and for a second, you found yourself rubbing your eyes and yawning. It seemed that you were in an infirmary of some sort but you don't recall going to school or anything. There were bandages around your arms and neck but it wasn't anything new.

"Oh, you're finally awake, my child." an old lady you didn't recognize swivelled around her office chair and hopped off.

"Who are you and where am I?" you asked, voice coming out a bit weaker than you had expected.

She identified herself as Recovery Girl — the nurse of the school and explained what had happened to you. It seemed like you got hit by a quirk in an unfortunate accident which caused you to turn back into a child with no memory of yourself in the future. You didn't believe it until you saw the different technologies and the date on the calendar. Never in your life you had felt so out of place in your entire life.

While the friendly old lady was trying her best to fill you in, the door to infirmary opened and a brown haired girl stepped in. She had has shoulder length, brown hair that's bobbed and curved inwards at the end. The girl looked at you for a moment, her eyes lit up and you could sense the relief in her eyes. She dropped her belongings and rushed towards the bed you had been sitting on. You backed away on instinct, slightly intimidated by how aggressive she was being.

”Where did you get those injuries from!? I thought you just got hit by a quirk on accident!” she exclaimed, looking at the gauze wrapped around your wrists and neck.

”Calm down. You’re scaring the poor girl.” Recovery Girl stepped in before this brown haired stranger did anything to you.

Recovery Girl explained your situation to the girl who quickly understood the situation. She then approached you but this time, she did it cautiously and ensured that you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable nor intimidated by her. After a quick introduction, you leaned that she was Uraraka Ochaco and supposedly one of your classmates. She got down to your eye level and attempted to befriend you. She tried asking a few questions about yourself. You could answer the simplest questions like ones about yourself. However when it came to questions about the times you spend in UA, you shook your head to everything, none of them sounded familiar to you.

Uraraka spoke in a gentle manner that you were not used to and it didn't take long for you to get comfortable around her. She entertained you by telling stories about her life in UA and heroes. The brunette managed to make you smile a bit with her way of storytelling which included a bit of exaggeration here and there along with the occasional hand gestures.

"Uraraka-san? Are you ready to go back to the dorms?" another unfamiliar voice was heard from the entrance of the infirmary. You saw a few heads peek into the infirmary, those you did not recognize at all.

With the help of Uraraka, your situation was explained to the new people that just arrived. It didn't take long for your classmates to gather around you and pointing out how cute you were. Though it was a bit embarrassing to be put under the spotlight, you quite liked the feeling of having so many people care about you. It made you think about how bright the future seemed for you.

You were brought back to the dorms where you met up with your other classmates. Those who knew about your current situation quickly explained what was going on with you to avoid any misunderstanding and confusion. You stood awkwardly at the entrance, fiddling with the hem of your dress and looking down to avoid eye contact. Suddenly, you were pushed forward by an unknown force, falling on your knees.

“Who left their fucking child here?” a scary looking guy glared down at you as you tried recovering from the small fall you had.

”Hey, Bakugou! Mind your language!” his friend whispered at the ash blonde who just clicked his tongue in response.

Their loud voices startled you which resulted in you to hide behind Uraraka's legs as if it was the safest place in the world. You gripped tightly on her skirt, hiding yourself from the people you didn't recognize. Loud voices always made you nervous and scared, it reminded you of your mother whenever she was unsatisfied with your performance. Uraraka let her hand stroke your hair to soothe your nerves a little. Ashido stood in front of the two of you with her hands on her hips, looking like a mother reprimanding their child.

"Bakugou, you're scaring [First Name]!" the pink haired girl scolded Bakugou who seemed a bit confused.

"You're telling me this brat is [Nickname]?" he closed the distance between the two of you with a few large strides. He stared at your for a few seconds to study your face a bit. It didn't take him that long to actually recognize a few familiar features and eventually he walked off, muttering something under his breath.

"I've never seen her like this before!" Uraraka cooed as you continued to hide behind her legs. You were never the type to be in the center of attention and didn't have any friends in when you were young because of how shy and awkward you were. Ashido crouched down and offered you a small jar of cookies that she had found in the kitchen.

"Should we send her home? She might be more comfortable staying with her parents." Yaoyorozu suggested, watching you munching on the cookie that you've been handed to.

"I think its best we tell her family about it this." Iida took it upon himself to pull out his phone and prepare to dial your home.

”Are we all having a sleepover?” you spoke up after being silent almost the entire time you arrived at the dorms.

"I don't want to go home." Everyone stopped to stare at you for a while, some surprised because it was the first time they've heard you since you came back. The girls looked at each other for a while as if they were silently communicating with one another. Midoriya who seemed to be the first one to notice that you seemed a bit uncomfortable, crouched down in front of you.

"You can stay here with us if you want. I'm sure everyone is okay with that." the viridian haired male gave you a gentle smile that made you feel a bit relaxed.

"Do you like having sleepovers, [First Name]-chan?" Ashido plopped down right next to you.

"I don't have friends and mommy doesn't like having me around." you mumbled.

"That's silly. I'm sure your mother is worried about you." Iida replies.

"Nu uh, mommy strangles me like this every night.” you shook your head lightly and wrapped your hands around your neck to imitate someone strangling you. The room immediately grew silent at your comment, clearly unsure of how to respond to your oddly specific comparison.

"Haha, good joke [First Name]-chan!" Kaminari patted your head gently, his laugh clearly a forced one.

"Mommy used to pull my hair too."

You never the friendly type of person to begin with anyways. From the very first day you got into UA, you were quite anti-social, never initiating any conversations or made effort to befriend anyone. However, it was quite surprising to know that you've been abused when you were younger. Almost everyone seemed shocked by the revelation and had no idea how to react.

"My mom gave me this scar." Todoroki crouched down next to you and gestured to the scar over his eye.

”I can’t believe that the only thing closed off people have in common is the fact that they’ve been abused.” Jirou muttered out loud.

"Okay, don't worry! We're all having a sleepover tonight!" Uraraka beamed brightly which made your eyes light up like a Christmas tree. A small smile made its way to your features and you couldn't help but sway excitedly.

"Everyone is joining right?"

There was no way they could refuse those hopeful eyes of yours, not when you have been through so much at such an age. They all seemed eager, suggesting a movie, snacks and games.One particular ash blonde looked indifferent, hands shoved into his pockets as he began to slowly walk away from the crowd of people. The first person to notice that he was making his way back to his own room was Iida.

"Where are you going Bakugou-kun?" the class president had asked as if it was a natural that Bakugou was also supposed to be a part of this so called 'sleepover'. Bakugou glanced over his shoulder, eyes narrowing at Iida as if he had gone insane.

"What makes you think that I will join this stupid—" the ash blonde gestured at whatever was going on.

"But a sleepover is not one without everyone." your quiet voice interrupted, your small hands tugging at his pants. He held his tongue after seeing Iida wildly gesture at him not to be so mean to you. The entirety of the class seemed to be really hell bent on giving you what you wanted.Bakugou felt his eyebrows twitching and began weighing his options.

Sero, Ashido, Kaminari and Kirishima were openly pleading him to stay while some others seem to believe that Bakugou would never want to sit down for a stupid sleepover. The ash blonde gave in, realizing that no matter what he chose, it won't be any different. If he chose to not participate, he probably won't be able to fall asleep from all the noise. And the possibly of witnessing these extras embarrass themselves didn't sound too bad.

"Fine! You guys are so annoying....." Bakugou grumbled. Your eyes lit up at his change of heart and began tugging him enthusiastically towards the common area’s couch.

Why does he agree to the stupidest things?

Total: 1717 words Published: 05.06.2021

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[notchesandbullets]

She’s Mine (Protective!Bakugou x Punk!Tattooed!Reader) feat. Erasermic

Warnings: racism, implied homophobia (not by anyone in the main cast), sexism, discrimination/discriminatory behavior, Modern!AU, Aged-Up!AU, features Bakugou’s parents, Erasermic, Kota, Eri, Mahoro, Katsuma and all of Class A defending you when insults start to fly.

Synopsis: This is not the first time you’re seeing Bakugou’s family but it is the first time you’re meeting his grandmother, who is not the best company to be around. He comes to your defense after you stand up for yourself and he had no qualms about sticking his face in the old hag’s because he’d be damned if he lets anyone talk to you like that. You’re his.

Words: 3.2k

“Y/N’s here!!!” Mitsuki called over her shoulder as she threw the front door wide open before you could even ring the doorbell.

Her son had texted her that you two were on their way and she was eager to see you. With the job and your relationship with her son, you two were busy bees and didn’t come around as often anymore. 

Which is why she insisted that her stubborn son at least come around for his birthday since it only happened one day out of the year. Then he could continue doing whatever it was that he was doing. 

Luckily, you were on her side and helped convince him to go just this once.

You laughed at the pitter-patter of tiny feet scampering across the cherry hardwood before dropping everything to catch the little kid that tunneled into your legs. 

“Y/N!!! You’re back!!!”

Eri’s ruby red eyes sparkled with joy as she clung to your legs.

“I missed you!!!” She shouted excitedly, hugging your knees tight.

You giggled, resting a hand on top of her head. “I missed you too, munchkin.”

Bakugou snorted behind you and you were reminded of his presence. “Oi, brat. Are you going to let us in or what?”

Eri stuck her tongue out at him childishly before dashing back inside, a trick she learned from her big brother Izuku, doubling back to grab your hand and hauled you inside with her. You casted a glance over your shoulder at your boyfriend but he shrugged, giving you the go-ahead.

He would catch up to you two troublemakers later. Besides, he knew you would want to see all the kids first. 

Kota, an orphan whose extended family gave him up for adoption, along with the siblings, Mahoro and Katsuma, were all under Aizawa’s guardianship.

After he adopted Eri, it sort of just snowballed until he was in too deep. He told Mic repeatedly that it wasn’t his fault that he had a soft spot for orphans.

His husband had merely shook his head with a laugh and hoisted Katsuma up higher so that he could reach the cupcakes they were going to sneak behind his back before dinner.

Mitsuki closed the door behind him as her son kicked off his shoes. 

“She gets that from me.” She said proudly as she gazed lovingly at Eri. She loved having her around the house. 

Since Aizawa and Mic lived relatively close, they came over often since she was feeling rather lonely with an empty nest.

Bakugou snorted. “Yeah, no shit.”

His mother glared at him for his language but didn’t reprimand him like she normally would and his eyes turned into hateful slits.

“Don’t tell me—” He started, gritting his teeth.

“They’re here.” She said with a heavy sigh.

Bakugou cursed vehemently under his breath, his brow furrowing deeply as he fought to control himself. He was banking on them not making an appearance today. 

His grandparents on his dad’s side, though he adored his grandad and thought the world of him, he absolutely could not stand his grandmother. 

She was racist, sexist, had limited views on literally everything and would raise hell if she didn’t get her way and she was a huge pain in his ass.

Even his own mother couldn’t stand her and that was saying something because she tolerated everyone to some degree, despite her odd love language when it came to him. 

They were both shit at communicating but it had gotten better as he got older. 

Now, the worst things that happened were spats here and there when they disagreed but his mother was usually good about backing off if she felt he could make the right decision for himself, which wasn’t often but it was better than none. 

Bakugou strolled inside and his eyes softened for a second when he saw you playing with Mahoro, Kota sitting on your lap as Eri was climbing all over Midoriya. You four were currently playing Monopoly and Eri exclaiming in shock as she realized she was losing since the devious Kota was slowly claiming more and more property.

“Haha!!” He cackled, rubbing his hands together evilly. “You landed on the purple one!!”

“No fair!!” Eri protested. “I don’t have enough money!!!”

“Too bad!!”

“Deku-niichan.” Eri cried, her eyes watering and you nearly fell over laughing as he frantically tried to get her to stop crying. 

The rest of his old class from college was already here, as per his mother’s request and Kirishima’s invitation.

Shinsou, Tsuyu, Todoroki and Iida were all near the food, the previous class rep serving drinks even though it wasn’t his job to play host. 

Tokoyami was currently engaged in a conversation with his dad and as Bakugou spun around the room, he realized every last one of his old classmates had shown up.

It was fucking crowded in his house. 

But the spark of joy he felt diminished the instant he saw his grandmother and he scowled, straying to your side almost protectively as her eyes burned into his back. 

This. 

This was why he didn’t fucking want her here. He didn’t want her to rain judgement upon the person who had won over his heart.

No way in hell.

Look, you weren’t fragile by any means. Your heart was filled with a healthy amount of self-esteem and you had built up your walls to protect yourself against people who had something to say about your many tattoos or piercings, yet you still were the kindest soul he had ever met. 

It was in the way you walked and interacted with people, a genuine smile always present on your features as you gave them more respect than most would give you upon first glance.

Bakugou knew you could handle yourself but you shouldn’t have to with his own fucking relatives. That shit was messed up. 

You glanced at your boyfriend out of the corner of your eye and your gaze dropped down to where his hands were clenched into fists, jaw locked tight and you sigh, softly urging Kota to get up and continue playing with Mahoro and Katsuma until you got back.

The boy grumbled but did as you asked, easily getting swept up in the competition of the game as you drifted to Bakugou’s side.

“I know that look,” You murmured into his ear, your hand covering his as you ignored the idle chatter coming from your friends and family around you. “What’s wrong?”

Bakugou clenched his teeth and debated about it for a second.

“Nothing.” He spat out eventually, choosing to deal with the old hag himself and you let him go when he stomped off, knowing that Kirishima or Kaminari would handle whatever it was that just happened if he didn’t want to talk to you about it. 

Momo greeted you warmly and a smile slipped onto your face as though it had never left. 

You hadn’t bothered to dress all that nice or different from your usual getup, feeling more comfortable in leather and all black that looked like you just came from a rock concert but you got the feeling that not everyone was feeling it as much as Jirou was when she came over to compliment you on your fashion taste.

Shoji and Koda each greeted you respectively and before you knew it, the catered dinner arrived and it was finally time to eat. The judging look you had been aware of from someone you didn’t recognize passing by as you brushed it off as unimportant and focused on helping Mitsuki set the table. 

You clapped your hands gleefully when Eri pitched in to help, complimenting her on how well of a job she did as she finished and you beamed at her when she smiled up at you.

Of course, Aizawa needed to help her since he didn’t want her to stand on a chair and lose her balance but it was easy enough to lift her up. She wasn’t that big yet. 

He had already told Mic he was dreading the day when she would grow up and have to leave home to start her own life and his husband patted him on the back sympathetically, reassuring him that it wouldn’t be the end of the world. 

They loved their children and their children absolutely adored them. 

You had told them as such on more than one occasion since they got insecure that they weren’t adequate parents but you reassured them that they were perfectly imperfect.

They put their kids’ health, safety and happiness before everything else and did everything they could for them. 

You wished your own parents had done that for you. 

As soon as you set down the place settings for everyone and called everyone in for dinner, they flooded the huge dining table that overflowed into the living area to accommodate everyone. 

Bakugou had left for a second to grab something from his old bedroom, promising to be back right away and you reassured him that you would be fine. 

You were barely into helping Mic convince a stubborn Kota to take a spoonful of green beans onto his plate, Shinsou helping Aizawa with Mahoro’s vegetable serving, when a throat cleared itself loudly.

The lively chatter died all around the table died down as grey eyes pierced your own and you stiffened but held your ground. 

You knew that look, you had seen it too many times. 

The older woman opened her mouth and spoke.

“So, you’re my grandson’s girlfriend?” She enunciated, looking you up and down from where she was sitting at the head of the table, her hands setting down her knitting project to glare at you. “I don’t see why he’s dating you.”

The expressions of shock at her vulgar words made several of your friends angry in your defense, Iida and Todoroki trembling in anger and Mina’s eyes narrowed as she dropped her happy-go-lucky personality in favor of ripping her a new one. 

But before any of them could act, she was continuing evenly.

“For someone who doesn’t know how to dress properly and looks like that, I mean, it’s already bad enough that your skin is that color, my dear, and you’ve ruined it even further with those ugly things.” She spat, unaware of the wrath she was evoking from every single person in the room. 

Kaminari’s electric eyes glowed as he saw red. “Bad enough?” 

“Excuse me?” Shoji seethed with unparalleled anger rising up in his chest, a rare sight for the normally calm and collected man.

Jirou, Ochako and Momo were furious at the way she was talking down to you and they shared a look amongst themselves, communicating wordlessly that this wasn’t going to be allowed to get out of hand any longer.

Kirishima was visibly shaking and even the normally shy Koda was fuming in his seat, openly glaring at the elderly woman who spewed insults at you. 

A chair scraped back as Midoriya shot up but you shook your head, holding your finger up to your lips as you subtly gestured for everyone to hold back. 

Aizawa’s nostrils flared from where he was covering Eri’s ears while several of his former students took care of the rest of the kids to make sure they wouldn’t hear this.

To their horror, the grandmother wasn’t even close to being done as she pointed a gnarly finger at you.

“Your job as a girl is to stay in the kitchen and attend to your husband. To even think you’re worth anything if you weren’t involved with my grandson is absurd.” She hissed at you venously, her skewed ideals rooted deeply in her beliefs and how she was raised. “You are a disgrace to even breathe the same air as someone like me.”

“Mother!!”

Bakugou’s father frantically tried to amend what had been done and Mitsuki was about to yell at her but you stopped her. 

Everyone’s eyes turned on you as you took a deep breath. 

“I’m sorry you feel that way, but I won’t apologize for being who I am.” You said quietly but firmly, failing to notice someone coming down the stairs and overhearing your steady words as they flowed from your lips like honey. 

Not tricks. Just genuine sympathy, like you didn’t even hear her say all those horrible things to you. 

It was supposed to be your boyfriend’s day and you weren’t going to ruin it for him in the same manner that she had just done. 

“I understand what you’re saying, but don’t you think that we should be allowed to love who we love?” 

You inclined your head slightly, allowing a sliver of the emotion you felt to slip onto your face as you glanced pointedly as Aizawa and Mic.

After you noticed her staring so openly at you, you also noticed that she would scowl whenever the two men would walk in the room and play with their kids and while you would take whatever she was going to throw at you, you weren’t going to tolerate the same for them.

They didn’t deserve that.

Holding up your arm, you inspected the ink running up and down the length of it. “As for my appearance, my style is my own. I don’t recall asking for your opinion.”

There were a couple of snickers from Jirou, Kaminari, Sero and Mineta as you put her in his place and Todoroki leaned back in his seat, gazing up at you proudly as you stood your ground without firing any hate back at the old woman. 

Hagakure clapped her hands jubilantly as a few cheers of agreement sounded around from the table but you had one more thing to say. 

Your eyes softened. “I understand how you may feel about me, but I don’t need your acceptance. I love myself just as I am and if Katsuki ever feels differently about me and we split, then we’ll split. But please do not judge my love for him based on how you believe I should be. I am who I am and I won’t ever apologize for that.”

“And you never fucking have to.”

Bakugou strolled into the dining area, smirking at the old hag who had the nerve to look shocked at his appearance. Of course she would be so fucking disgusting to say something this horrible to you when he wasn’t within earshot. 

Bitch. 

Blood relations didn’t excuse behavior. 

Narrowing his vermilion eyes at his grandmother, he faced her head on as he took your hand into his. 

“She’s my fucking girlfriend.” He declared, tenacity and stubbornness dripping off of his tone as he snarled at his grandmother. “And if you ever speak to her like that again—”

He nodded in time to Mic and Aizawa, the men who had mentored him and taught him almost everything he knew. 

“Or either of them, including the rest of these shitheads, I’ll fucking kill you.”

The veiled threat hung in the air and you squeaked as Bakugou abruptly dragged you to the front door.

“Where are you going?!” Mitsuki cried out, worried that you both were going to leave without eating anything and she was sad to think that her mother-in-law had driven you away.

Bakugou gnashed his teeth at the confused clamour that arose from his classmates. “Out!! We’ll be back later!!”

You could hardly get a word in edgewise as he dragged you all the way out to the car after barely giving you enough time to put on your shoes.

“Katsuki!! What—”

Your bewildered protests were interrupted as he whirled around and kissed you hard. You melted into his touch as his hot palms settled on your hips, pulling you flush against him. Whining softly when he pulled away, you panted as he breathed hard against you, his exhales fanning out over your face.

You were in a daze as he led you to the car, buckling you in before he got in the driver’s seat. 

And he drove, taking a detour that would take him towards the countryside where there were no people, no places, just you and him. 

Just how he liked it. 

The painted lavenders and pale pinks of the setting sun faded to midnight black with stars twinkling high above you as you cruised around for hours before he finally spoke. 

“I’m sorry.” He apologized quietly and you immediately grabbed his hand that wasn’t currently occupied with steering.

“No!! You don’t have anything to apologize for—”

“Yes I do.”

His grip tightened on the steering wheel a fraction as he slowly explained that if he had told you earlier about what she was capable of instead of ranting to his best friend like an idiot, maybe he could’ve—

“Katuski.”

Your soft murmur brought him back down to planet Earth and you shook your head firmly. 

“It’s not your fault.” You told him without wavering once as he brought the car to a stop just at the edge of the trail. “I don’t blame you at all.”

Bakugou slammed his hand against the steering wheel angrily. “Yes it fucking is!!!”

He ranted and he ranted about how he had come downstairs only to hear his own flesh and blood spitting those vile insults that you didn’t deserve at all. 

You didn’t deserve it at all.

You were quiet when he finished and when his chest was heaving with the spent rage he had aired out, you asked, “Feel better?”

“Like hell I do!!!” He snapped at you, about to go off again when he noticed the bemused expression on your face. “What the fuck, dumbass?”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Huh?”

“Why the hell aren’t you bothered at all?” He questioned, genuinely flabbergasted. 

Eyes clearing in understanding, you traced the back of his hand with your fingers. “Because it doesn’t bother me.”

At the sight of Bakugou opening his mouth, you hurried out, “I mean, do you really think someone like that gets to cut me down? Her words don’t mean anything to me.”

You hesitated and opened yourself a little bit, trusting him not to take advantage of your weakness because while her words stung in the moment, it was nothing your heart couldn’t come back from. But…

“If you were to say them, it would hurt a lot more, but I don’t think you would— eep!!”

You yelped as he dragged you over to his seat, yanking at the seatbelt that got in the way, but pulled you to his chest once he released the safety clip.

“Never.” He breathed against your hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “I would fucking never.”

You closed your eyes. “I know.”

There, in his car, you two stayed in a tight embrace under the stars until you it got late enough that you insisted you should go back and at least spend the rest of the time with your friends, which, if their sleeping schedules hadn’t changed since college, there was a good chance almost all of them would still be up.

So Bakugou drove you both back, his heart a little more at ease after he got to hold you close and be alone with you. 

That was all he wanted.

Well… He thought to himself as he unconsciously brushed his left hand over the small velvet box that had been hastily stuffed in his pocket the second he grabbed it from his room.

That and one other thing.

[unholytrinitytrio]

HOW WOULD THEY REACT TO YOU BEING MISTAKEN AS YOUNGER

Pairings: Hawks x Older Reader, Dabi X Older Reader, Shigaraki X Older Reader

Warnings: Age gap, Manipulations, Man Handling

Word count: 976

TOMURA SHIGARAKI: TENKO SHIMURA

He’d be the type to seethe with anger quietly as you carelessly flirt with the  guy. Honestly, are you really that flattered with being mistaken as younger your age.

“Hahaha, surely you don’t think I’m still within my twenties” you giggled happily tucking a hair strand behind your ears flattered that somehow your genetic worked wonders for your age.

He’s trying to make himself look busy while aimlessly scrolling in between his phone’s menu. While holding at the end of your dress shirt, tugging softly at times in order to garner your attention that he was already eager to leave this bitch ass boy that tried his luck.

“So like why don’t we go out? I know this place and we can still take your nephew-”

Having had enough Shigaraki finally straightened his posture behind you easily towering both you and your ‘companion’ putting away his phone inside his hoodie jacket.

“Blah blah blah can’t you shut your fuckin’ mouth already? My ears been ringing ever since shits started coming out of your mouth”

Shocked by the sudden insults spewing out of your lover’s mouth left the other party’s mouth agape.

“Respectfully fuck you” Shigaraki said before grabbing the back of your head smashing both of your lips, looking smugly at the other person.

Pulling back with your bottom lip between his teeth he released it satisfied with your starry eyed look for him.

He hates it whenever someone from the league comments on how you act as Shigaraki’s caretaker.

You sometimes baby him. He took it the wrong way.

Anyway, he was so pissed off of your constant babying that he showed you just how to fuck a baby inside you.

He was constantly whiny at you when you limited the times he asks you for sex. However lifting said ban resulted in digging your grave further. Says that as someone whose older than him he should service you often, even to the point of your exhaustion he still insisted on going at it.

Many times had you lost consciousness while going at it that it doesn’t faze you anymore at waking up with your legs on his shoulder his hips rapidly thrusting against you.

DABI: TOUYA TODOROKI

He was the one who got fooled by your good looks.

He first saw you hanging out by yourself in the bar he frequented. At first he thought you were an easy lay, but the way your eyes twinkle with amusement at his piss poor attempt at flirting his way in between your legs, said otherwise.

Even the bartender who knew better than to fuck with you, warned him amusingly.

Ironically he did bed you and he found it quite pleasant that you let him stay the night. Unfortunately he doesn’t find it quite amusing when you threw a laughing fit after you found out he actually believed you were younger than him or that you were somewhere with his age.

That is until you showed him a legal ID stating your 10 year age gap.

“Fuck I can’t believe I shacked some cougar” he grumbled while rubbing his temples.

“And I never said it wasn’t one of my best fuck” he mumbled before trying to scoot over to your body rubbing his face in between your shoulder.

“Just say you have mommy issues”

“Cradle robber”

Ever since, he always frequented in stopping by at your place, for food or sex he wasn’t sure anymore. Only that he rather spent his time back at your place than the league of people with few loose screws.

You should have never let him stay that night. He was so into his delusions, thinking that he finally has a place to go home that he never really confirmed your relationship with him.

“Dabi for the last time, it was just a one night stand whatever made you think we are going out?”

Grabbing you by your collar, steam dangerously close, making its way from his arms. He nastily spat out his words.

“Look at you, just so damn confused you can’t even plead for your life right”

He gets so turned on whenever you act in a motherly way. Wearing an apron, washing dishes, and even picking stuff he ‘accidentally’ dropped off the ground.

HAWKS: KEIGO TAKAMI

The grade A ego maniac, younger enterprise boss, that swooned his way inside your pants. He thinks it’s cute when you insisted that you were a lot older than you look.

“For the last time, I’m already old enough to be your mother” yes you were quite exaggerating but that doesn’t change the fact that this young and upcoming hero decided to give you his time of his day with no apparent reason.

Pouting at your answer before having a devilish thought in his head, Hawks leaned closer to you.

“Soo..mommy?” Hawks whispered by your ear before heading off with a smirk sliding past you, ready to return to his previous paper works before he stopped by your cubicle.

Before going out with you, he always implies playfully that it’s your fault he couldn’t date women his age.

He literally guilt tripped you and hinted threateningly to fire you,  into dating him. Whatever works he guess?

Grimacing slightly when you saw his reflection enter your shared bathroom before he looked behind your shoulder to comment on your nightly routine.

“You should really start looking like your age” Hawks said wincing at the memory of how you got cat called by a bunch of rowdy teenagers while you were shopping along side him.

Literally into domestic kink, whenever you two had sex he always insists that you call him daddy and your the mommy.

He’s to into his own fantasy realm that he demands you always greet him with praises and kisses in front of the door whenever he comes back home like a good little wife that you are.

[greenshirtimagines]

First Kiss Under the Fireworks: Mirio

A/n: First Mirio fic :D finally

(Masterlist) (Bakugou Version) (Todoroki Version)

The blank night sky was turned into a colorful canvas, a dreamy glow wrapping itself around all it touched.

It was the most beautiful sight you had ever seen. And it was the final time you’d have a chance to see it here, at UA High, this year being the last before graduating.

That’s why you were so happy to be spending this moment with Mirio, one of the people you treasured most in the world. Of course, you would’ve loved to spend this time with Tamaki and Nejire too, like you always had, but nothing could’ve stopped Nejire from providing you two with alone time, her head already filled with romantic possibilities that could happen between you and Mirio.

You giggled quietly, the antics of your bubbly friend never failing to amuse you. Mirio had already confessed his feelings for you, and you’d even gone on a couple dates already, so surely, nothing more needed to happen? Even if you hadn’t kissed yet, you were willing to wait for the right moment.

“Hey, they almost look like stars, don’t they?”

“Hm?” You perked up at hearing Mirio’s voice, your thoughts of Nejire flying out the window.

“The fireworks,” he smiled, pointing up at them, “they look like shooting stars. That’s so cool, I didn’t know they could look like that!”

Glancing up above, you noticed what he was talking about. Fireworks erupted into view, the silver star-like tips leaving behind a trail of golden dust as they flew across the sky.

“Woah, they really do,” you breathed, completely enchanted.

Smiling mischievously at your awestruck expression, the blonde scooted closer to you, staring you directly in the face.

“Say, if you could make any wish you wanted tonight, what would you wish for?”

“A wish?” You looked back at him, tilting your head and smiling curiously as you returned his eager look. “I don’t know,” you shrugged, “but I couldn’t tell you anyway, right? ‘Cause if you tell a wish, it won’t come true.”

“Hmm, I don’t know about that,” he grinned, leaning back on his palms, “but I do know that if I had a wish I really wanted to be granted, I would work hard to make sure I achieved it, no matter what anybody said.”

“Okay then,” you said, quirking an eyebrow, “does that mean you can tell me what you would wish for right now?”

“I was hoping you’d ask that!” He cheered, his smile becoming brighter than the fireworks. “If I had one wish to make right now… it would be to marry you!”

… huh?

You froze, one short, five-lettered word causing you to malfunction completely.

“M-marry?” You stuttered out, barely aware of anything except for the burning sensation in your face.

“Mhm! Although, of course, that wouldn’t come until later!” He chuckled, waving his hands around dismissively.

“Mirio…”

“Yeah?”

You awkwardly fiddled with your hands, inhaling deeply as you tried to calm your racing heart.

“We- we just barely started dating, so how… how do you know you want to marry me?” You asked.

“Because I love you!” He chirped.

You froze again. Although Mirio had confessed his feelings for you, he had simply said he liked you, not anything about love!

Finally noticing the shocked look on your face, Mirio began laughing, a tinge of embarrassment evident in his tone.

“Oh, I’ve gotten ahead of myself again, haven’t I?” Scratching the back of his head, he took your hand softly. “I know we’ve only been dating for a little while,” he began gently, “and it might be too soon for me to say I love you and that I want to marry you, but it’s just how I feel! You don’t have to say you love me back right away, but I just hope you will someday, y’know? Because I can’t imagine my life without you, and I don’t want to live it without you.”

Turning his head away, he looked back up at the fireworks.

“Man, I hope I didn’t make the mood awkward or anything!” He laughed again.

“Mirio.”

“Yeah, (Y/n)?”

“I love you too.”

“Really?!” He whirled around, grabbing you by the shoulders as his eyes glimmered with excitement, “You really do?!”

“Of course I do!” You grinned. “I was just a little caught off guard. You did just technically propose to me after a month of dating, after all.”

“Can you blame me? Who wouldn’t want to marry you?” He said, lowering his hands from your shoulders to wrap around your waist.

Sighing sweetly, you rested your arms around his neck, fully aware of the vanishing distance between you and him.

“Well, angel,” he murmured happily, “since we already said our first I love yous, and I’ve pretty much asked you to marry me, all that’s left is our first kiss.”

“I guess we might as well seal the deal,” you whispered.

Tenderly, like he held the whole world in his hands, Mirio kissed you, as the shooting stars from up in the sky held witness to your wish of love that would always be fulfilled.

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Thanks for dropping by! I want to note that I no longer write x reader and instead am writing bakudeku shipfic. So! By all means, read, like, comment on my fics here! But I can't recommend that you follow me unless you like bakudeku. Hope you enjoy your time here regardless! <3

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character x character

Title w/ link | [rating] | word count | genre

Synopsis

ratings are bracketed: e.g. [g], [t], [m], [e]

[g] - appropriate for general audiences [t] - appropriate for audiences 13+ [m] - contains non-graphic adult themes [e] - explicit, 18+ readers only

🌸 = personal faves

characters x reader: no ship (1), aizawa (2), bakugou (12), endeavor (1), iida (2), kaminari (1), kirishima (4), midoriya (7), shinsou (2), todoroki (19)

Everything is in alphabetical order <3

no ship

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.6k | hurt/comfort

The results are in and your class is all with you as you process the results

aizawa x reader

Stress Relief | [e] | 3k | smut

There's a new regulation that forces you to take an extra class before you can graduate college. When you learn that Eraserhead is teaching the class, you’re a little more interested.

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.6k | hurt/comfort 

Aizawa reminds that you were prepared for this and, together, you can handle it.

bakugou x reader

Can’t Find My Breath | [e] | 4.2k | smut 🌸

At the beginning of the day, Ground Zero was just another hero you wrote articles about. Now it’s nighttime and you’ve just left a bar together. Companion to The Rest with No Sound

Christmas Cold | [g] | 1k | fluff

You and Katsuki manage to make it to your parents' house for the holidays, but you've come down with a little cold.

Doing Something Right | [e] | 1.8k | smut

You’re pregnant and happily enjoying domestic bliss when Katsuki comes in, unable to resist you.

Frustration | [e] | 3.1k | smut

request. After a long day of work, Katsuki comes home frustrated and you, suffering from a different kind of frustration yourself, know exactly what will help you both.

Gorgeous | [e] | 1.5k | smut, hurt/comfort

ask. When you have a negative response to Katsuki touching you in a moment of insecurity, he intends to do whatever he can to alleviate your fears.

version 1: petite reader

version 2: curvy reader

Magic | [e] | 2.2k | smut

request. Katsuki comes home early and catches you...taking care of yourself.

Miniskirts | [e] | 0.8k | smut 🌸

After a long day, Katsuki takes a shower and his thoughts turn to you.

On the Job | [e] | 4.5k | smut 🌸

Super human society has a secret. Aphrodisiac quirks aren’t just of porn and fantasy--they’re common and too often fall into the wrong hands. When heroes get hit, someone has to be able to activate the quirk’s release condition. If they’re single, who might that someone be?

You.

The Rest with No Sound | [t] | 8.5k | slow burn, fluff 🌸

Bakugou thinks that people who wake up not remembering where they are are idiots. This is confirmed when it happens to him, head aching from a night of drinking. Idiot. But when he looks over, and sees you there, he realizes he doesn’t remember anything. So he has to gather the scattered pieces from the day before to figure out exactly how he ended up with you. Companion to Can’t Find My Breath

Stay | [g] | 2.2k | hurt/comfort 🌸

ask. The last thing you want to do on a rough day is worry Bakugou with your problems. So you try to hide it. You should have known better.

Steamy | [e] | 2.7k | smut

request. You're a pro hero, rising in the ranks and, happy though he is for you, Katsuki's old jealousy begins to roil. After you've been paraded around all evening as one of Japan's finest, Katsuki finds himself feeling more than a little possessive, and can't help himself from taking you as his.

Steel and Lace | [e] | 3.8k | smut

The only one who manages to get Bakugou’s birthday right is you.

endeavor x reader

When the Smoke Clears | [e] | 17.4k | slow burn, smut

Soulmate AU. After his battle with Hawks against Hood, Endeavor wakes up in the hospital to find that a young doctor saved his life, their quirk being able to counteract the negative effects of his own. His first thought is that he has to talk to you–you might be able to fix the drawbacks of his quirk. His second thought is oh no, not again.

iida x reader

Broken Glass | [g] | 1.8k | fluff, mild comfort

request. In a quirk-related accident you find yourself surrounded by shattered glass. Worst of all, most of that glass is from every single pair of your boyfriend’s glasses.

Flotsam, Jetsam, Lagan, and Derelict | [g] | 1.5k | hurt/comfort

ask. Trying to hide a panic attack from your boyfriend isn’t easy when he’s right next to you. But you’re determined to suffer alone.

kaminari x reader

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.4k | hurt/comfort

You share your unsteady hope with Kaminari.

kirishima x reader

Silhouette | [e] | 1.8k | smut, hurt/comfort

ask.  Before a gala, you’re stuck in the mirror, caught on all your old body insecurities. Kiri comes in and loves you regardless.

version 1: petite reader

version 2: curvy reader

We’ll See | [g] | 6.3k | gen, light romance 🌸

demisexual!Reader. After a fateful meeting, you and Kirishima keep running into each other. And although he’s so nice, you fear the fact that he might be interested in you. Even though all you want is, for once, to let yourself be happy and maybe fall in love, you can’t seem to be able to.

What We Look For | [t] | 15.5 | slow burn

Last time, you and Kirishima became friends—nothing more, nothing less. The idea of being something more sounds nice. But you can’t. You just can’t. So you won’t. Whatever happens will be on your own terms. Sequel to We'll See

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.4k | hurt/comfort

Kirishima freaks out while you experience a numb calm. You meet in the middle.

midoriya x reader

Bad Days | [g] | 1.4k | hurt/comfort

Izuku helps you get out of bed.

Sunlight | [e] | 2.1k | smut 🌸

request. An early afternoon in bed with your husband, Izuku.

Surprised, Just Once | [e] | 5k | smut

request. You were planning on just another predictable night out with the girls. What you got was much, much more.

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.3k | hurt/comfort

Izuku holds you close while you watch the results.

Multiple unrelated oneshots with Deku with an s/o with an eating disorder | ask

Gratitude | [t] | 1.4k | hurt/comfort

After having been with Izuku a while, you’re suffering a relapse and he helps you through with some gratitude practices on date night.

Picnic | [t] | 1.8k | hurt/comfort

Izuku surprises you with a picnic on your second date, much to your horror.

A Start | [t] | 1.2k | hurt/comfort 🌸

You ask Izuku for help when you realize you need it.

Trust Yourself | [t] | 2.3k | hurt/comfort

Shortly after moving in together, Izuku learns of your struggles and tries his best to comfort and encourage you.

shinsou x reader

Passing the Night Stars | [g] | 3.2k | hurt/comfort

The party was neon and you needed darkness.

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.4k | hurt/comfort

Shinsou helps you prioritize yourself.

todoroki x reader

All Dressed Up | [e] | 4.6k | smut 🌸

quarantine fic. It’s been months since you’ve dressed up, felt pretty, and felt seen by anyone. Your husband’s birthday is a perfect excuse to get all dressed up. And then take it right off.

All the Wasted Time | [e] | 3.2k | smut, fluff

Three months ago, you’d been ripped from Shouto’s side with something less than a love confession, something more than a show of feelings. Now that you’re back, you’re eager to make up for lost time. Siberia sequel, First Snow prequel

Bad Days | [g] | 0.9k | hurt/comfort 🌸

Shouto comforts you when your demons arrive unexpectedly.

First Snow | [g] | 2.2k | fluff

A year after the events in Siberia, you and Shouto are happily together, and it’s the first snow of the year. Siberia and All the Wasted Time sequel

On the Job | [e] | 3.4k | smut 🌸

Super human society has a secret. Aphrodisiac quirks aren’t just of porn and fantasy--they’re common and too often fall into the wrong hands. When heroes get hit, someone has to be able to activate the quirk’s release condition. If they’re single, who might that someone be?

You. Sequel to On the Job (Bakugou); can be read alone

Siberia | [e] | 13.8k | pining/angst, smut, fluff 🌸

On the field, you and Todoroki are rising stars amongst hero pairings. Off the field…you’re kind of in love with him. After a successful capture, you’re boss brings you in to let you know you’re being sent on assignment in foreign country…alone. Before you leave, you have to act. You’re not partners anymore, after all. And with a little liquid courage you do. Then, the next morning, you still have to leave. All the Wasted Time and First Snow prequel.

Worth it | [t] | 0.3k | gen

The morning after with your boyfriend, Shouto.

2021 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.5k | hurt/comfort

The stress of election day comes back swiftly during the Georgia runoff and Todoroki’s quick to notice.

all works below are within the world of the a spare heart series:

A series about a fem, American reader who had to transfer to U.A. partway through second year. You’re there to become a hero, that much is obvious, but why else did you come? And, more importantly, what—or who—makes you stay?

timeline

may, year two:

- reader finishes junior year of American high school early

- reader transfers to u.a. from the united states

The Meeting | [g] | 0.1k | gen

Reader meets Tokoyami for the first time. Sequel to first impressions from my wip list

Hollow Victory | [g] | 9.6k | gen, action

chapter 1 | chapter 2

You transferred to U.A. from America two weeks ago. No one has found out your quirk yet. Today, they’re going be meeting it head on and you have the advantage: surprise.

june, year two:

Illiterate | [g] | 2.1k | fluff, comfort

Being unable to read Japanese makes you feel so stupid. And who comes into the common room after midnight just as you’re about to cry? The boy who hasn’t spoken to you in three weeks.

sequels

The Offering | [g] | 0.4k | fluff, gen.

The Mission (Shouto POV) | [g] | 0.3k | fluff, gen., silly

september, year two:

Impetus | [g] | 2.1k | friendship

Ever since Shinsou found out what your quirk was, the two of you have been each other’s best friends and confidantes. But when he turns a casual training session into a tease over your supposed crush on someone in your class, that trust might just break.

january, year two:

This Clock Never Seemed So Alive | [g] | 1.2k | fluff, comfort

You and your boyfriend, Shouto, always walk to class together, but today you haven’t yet left your dorm. When he checks on you, he finds you awake, but curled on your side, suffering from period cramps.

sequels

The Questions (drabble) | [g] | 0.1k | gen.

The Sweetness (double drabble) | [g] | 0.2k | fluff, comfort

february, year three:

Between Fear and Guilt | [t] | 2.5k | light angst, comfort

You and Shouto only started being intimate a couple months back, but you’re already experiencing a dry spell. Today you’re going to figure out what’s up with your boyfriend once and for all.

fifteen years after graduation

Something Perfect | [e] | 3.7k | smut, fluff

After years of questioning if Shouto would ever want children, he’s finally decided that he really does. Overjoyed, the two of you decide to get started.

[stargaze-issei]

— "𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞" (𝐛. 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭; bakugou and you had been dating for so long, but always had to hide it. he hates hiding you, he hates seeing you sad, and you don’t know how much more you can take.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; a little bit of angst at first, but then fluff.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; bc… him.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 2.0k

it had been a long day at your agency, longer than usual at least. a lot of little incidents in your patrol areas, meetings, reports waiting for you to give them a final look. you checked the watch on your desk, almost midnight. by then, only the guards must have been in the building. a long, heavy sigh left your lips. you still had work to do, but the urge to go home was bigger, so after taking your things, you drove home, eager to see your boyfriend. bakugou mananged to get himself the title of number one hero four years after graduation, surpassing even all might himself. seeing him achieve his dreams filled your heart with love and pride, though it still hurt not being able to share those feelings with the world.

on your second year at u.a., katsuki asked you on a date after months of notorious flirting, no one was really surprised, in fact, among your class, everyone was happy because of your influence in the boy. your honey moon period was interrupted a few months later, on what was class a’s last sports festival. as third years already, all the attention was laid on you and your classmates. hundreds of pro heroes expecting to catch the most promising graduates, and your last chance to show you worthy. on every phase, you and bakugou would share knowing glances, secret winks at each other, little reassuring smiles from you and calming head nods from him. with all those cameras making you the center of attention, it wasn’t too hard for people to figure out what was going on between both of you. you ended sixth, only surpassed by uraraka, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya and bakugou, and were really happy with your performance. that same night, after a celebration with all your friends at the dorm, you went into your boyfriend’s room.

he was laying in bed, reading a book, but still reached out to pull you into bed. “mind if i use your computer?” you asked, him humming in agreement, too focused to pay you more attention. first you checked your personal account, when nothing entertainment surge there, you opened your official hero account. as you expected, the festival just endign a few hours ago, the tags were exploding. your face completely change when you started to read.

“so, are we just ignoring the fact that Y/N of all people was making eyes at bakugou the ENTIRE TIME?? keep it in your pants geez”.

“i’m sorry but if you think that bakuy/n thing wasn’t a stunt, you’re wrong”.

“guys. it’s as simple as looking at y/n, and then looking at ✨bakugou✨”.

“yeah it’s a no for me, like ok they’re friends but don’t make it fucking disgusting”.

and you could keep going. most of them were about how someone as great as katsuki could never lay his eyes on you, fewer were about how he was too aggressive and violent for you, and some were just people hating on both of you. tears gather in your eyes, was this what everyone thought? you knew from the beginning the difference between bakugou katsuki and you, who was lucky to even had made it that far, but you didn’t realise just how big the difference was. katsuki immediately felt something was off, so he left his book aside and grabbed your hand.

“i…” was all you managed to say before bursting in tears. bakugou hugged you as fast as he could, whispering softly calming words and leaving small kisses in your head. slowly, he took away the computer to see what made you so upset. blood starting to boil in his veins, his whole self shaking in pure rage. he got up, leaving you in the bed, still a little teary.

“i’m going to kick those losers to the moon, who the fuck are they to say those things? fucking bastards, i’ll shove their words so up thei–” he was walking back and forward in the small space of his room, stopped only when he saw you crying even harder.

“am i really th–that unworthy of you?” the voice crack made his heart break “i know i’m not perfect but i really thought that… that…” bakugou kneeled before you, looking at you dead in the eye. his hands gently reached your wet cheeks.

“don’t say dumb shit, dumbass. you are the most perfect person on this fucking planet, no one, not even youself, can say shit about that, ya’ hear me?” he did his best to calm himself down, knowing that you needed his comfort more than ever.

he took away the laptop before going into bed with you, holding you tightly in his arms. you were still crying, completely unable to get those words out of your mind. you loved katsuki, that you were sure, and he made clear several times that he loved you too, why didn’t people understand that? why it wasn’t enough?.

the next day, aizawa told both of you that in order to keep your mental health, at least until you graduate, to not make it official. he explained how sometimes, pro heroes had to keep their private life in check just to make things a little easier, as unfair as it sounds. so you waited, you graduate and held the impulse of kissing your boyfriend, hugging him, even look at him. it’s okay, only a few more days. katsuki sign a contract for two years with best jeanist, the number three hero at the time. you, on the other hand, had been offered to work with the lurkers, a team conformed by edgeshot, their leader, kamui woods and mt. lady, signing a similar contract to your boyfriend’s. you were overflowed with happiness, your dream had come true, finally you could call yourself a pro hero. you weren’t an intern, you were their equal.

“look, you are a great hero, but you are just starting” edgeshot had call you into his office, the manager of public interactions was next to him, talking to you “i did my research, and i’m going to have to ask you to keep this relationship of yours with ground zero a secret. you have so much potential, you need to leave a good impression or your hardwork would be for nothing.” you looked at your boss, seeing the uncomfortable look on his face. no one liked to ask those things, but sometimes there were sacrifices to be made.

“i have to talk with him first” was all you could say.

it killed you. not being able to love katsuki, to live a secret. most of the time all you wanted to do was scream in the middle of the street, where everyone could hear you. you loved bakugou katsuki, and he loved you, you wanted to spend you whole life with him, without hiding, without lies, without wondering if you were good enough for him. but it couldn’t be. now, four years later, both of you with your own agencies and a steady career, it still couldn’t be. again and again, no matter how many advisors you hired, everyone reached the same conclusion.

katsuki was waiting for you in the couch, watching a movie. instantly, you crawled to his arms, searching for reassurance. at least he was still the same.

“oi, are you okay?” even if his voice came out harshly, you knew he worried.

“i’m tired” you hid your face in his neck, intertwining your legs with his. you didn’t want to cry, but it was impossible to keep all the tears from falling.

“look at me” he said, lifting your face from your chin “what is it?” his eyes creeped inside yours, you hated making him worry, he lived the exact same things you did, but there you were the only one crying.

“i’m tired of this, bakugou” to hear his last name coming from you froze him in his place, what? tired of what? of him? you wanted to break up? “i can’t do it anymore” the way you grabbed his hand gave him confusing signs. “i want to go out with you, to hold your hand in public, i wanna kiss you and hug you whenever i want to, fuck, i want a normal relationship”

oh. it was that. bakugou sighed, a bit relieved. he understood, it was hard on him too, but at the same time, was all both of you knew. your relationship never had a normal phase, he couldn’t even remember the last date you had. how could he miss something he never had? of course, you were different. for some reason, the media had always been harsher on you. if it wasn’t your love life, it was your hero costume, or the way you did your job, how you didn’t have children, that forever tired face you got, they’d always find a new thing to complain. but you had your own fanbase, a lot of people who supported you, not for nothing you were the number four hero. being honest, katsuki didn’t know what to say. he hated seeing you like that, after all those years.

“let’s go out” he talked while getting up from the couch, lifting you with him “put on something comfy, hurry” when he saw you staring blankly at him, he took you from your legs as a bag of potatos “dammit, woman”.

once you got out of your surprise, you did as you were told after your boyfriend left you on the bed. his eyes glowed with a different shine, one that had disappeared a long time ago.

you got in his car, him driving. katsuki seemed happy, and that eased your anxiety. after a while, he parked in the middle of town. despite of the hour, there was a lot of people there, just as he expected.

“we can’t do this” you said, still a bit doubtful.

“of course we can, i’m going out with my girlfriend, i’m going to hold her hand, and i’m going to kiss her whenever the fuck i want, because she’s the baddest bitch out there and doesn’t deserves to be hidden from anyone”.

he said that. your heart raced, your cheeks heated up, what was going on? your belly had a thousand butterflies trying to escape. he said that. for the first time in five years, you kissed him without double thinking. a kiss filled with loved, confidence, feelings you couldn’t even describe.

he got out of the car first and opened your door, reaching out a hand. you were together in this, whatever happened wouldn’t be as bad, because you had him. there wasn’t anything else you needed but bakugou katsuki.

he explained what he planned while driving, you were going to go to every store you wanted, holding hands, sharing kisses. you were going to take pictures and share them with the world. you wanted an ice cream? then both of you would walk the entire tokyo to get you one, not minding the looks, the whispering. this was you and him.

and you did, you spent the most awesome night together, phones exploding with calls of both of you agencies. it didn’t matter.

you ended in a viewpoint, sitting in the back of your car watching the sun rise. a blanket provided the warm lacking from you bodies, even though you were cuddling. every time bakugou was at peace with you, unconsciously started to sing under his breath, in a really low voice. feeling his chest under your skin, his fingers tangled in your head, hearing his deep melodic voice. that’s how you wanted to spend your life.

“marry me” he said, his heart didn’t even race its pace. he was so calm, because he knew that your love was mutual. “c'mon, dumbass, marry me”.

“i love you” was all that left your mouth. he took it as a yes, and he was right. a soft smile curved in his lips, you were his, and he was entirely yours.

[drakenology]

Their S/O is shy. With Bakugo, Todoroki and Midoriya!

author’s note: HIIII! So I got this idea from work today. I’m a shy, reserved person in real life and I imagined a headcannon where y/n was an uwu girl. enjoy! I’m going to do the Bakusquad next time. 

warnings: suggestive themes, light violence, fluff, and cussing.

Bakugo 

thinks you’re the cutest

teases you a lot. 

will smack the shit outta anyone who tries taking advantage of your kind and shy demeanor.

loves how your shyness comes to play in the bedroom; he likes trying to get you to loosen up a little.

Would butter you up with compliments and praises.

“I dunno what you’re so shy about. You’re fuckin hot.”

likes how he’s the complete opposite of you

VERY protective over you. 

You and Bakugo are out at a restaurant on a date. You’re looking through the menu to see what you want, not being able to decide between the burger or the quesadilla (yum!). 

“I think I’m gonna get the steak. What about you, babe?” Katsuki asked, peering over to look at your menu. 

“I dunno.. I think the burger sounds good. I think that’s what I’ll get” You say, sitting your menu down. Bakugo is staring down your dress, oogling at your ample cleavage popping out of the v-neckline. You notice his gaze, blushing profusely. 

“S-Stop it, Katsuki.” You say, covering up your chest with your menu. He smirks and runs his hands up your thighs causing you to fold your legs to try and stop the wetness coming from your panties. Even though you never admit it out loud, you loved when he groped and stared at you. It made you feel like the sexiest woman in the world. Katsuki grabs your chin and kisses you.

“You’re gonna get it tonight, princess.” He whispered in your ear. You blush as you notice the waiter coming your way, swatting Katsuki’s hands away from you. The waiter walked towards your table and sat your drinks down.

“Thanks. Ready to order, babe?” Bakugo looks towards you. You nod, feeling a little nervous to order yourself. You were very soft spoken, so ordering food was a bit of a challenge for you. But today, you had worked up the courage to order without Bakugo’s help. 

“Hi, u-um.. I’ll have the burger, please. Also could I get that without any onions? I’m allergic.” You say, looking down at your menu instead of at the waiter. 

“Certainly. And for you, sir?” The waiter said, motioning to Bakugo.

“I’ll have the steak please. Well done. I don’t like my steak pink. If I see pink, me and my lady are leaving without payin’, ya got that!?” Bakugo said aggressively. To anyone not knowing him, they think he’s being rude and difficult but you know he’s just trying to make the waiter nervous on purpose as a joke. 

“Yes, sir. Coming right up.” The waiter says, leaving in a hurry. 

“Katsuki, you’re giving the waiter a hard time.” You say softly, your voice sounding like a disappointed mother. He sighed, grabbing your hand and kissing it. 

“Alright, I’ll lay off.” He said, laughing. You two chatter about what you guys did for hero work that day, laughing and enjoying each other’s company until the food came. Finally, the food comes; the aroma coating your nose as you get excited to eat.

“Enjoy.” The waiter said dryly, clearly not liking Bakugo’s attitude. You both shrug it off and prepare to dig in. Bakugo seemed to like his steak but your burger had onions all over it. Even if you had picked them off, it still wouldn’t have been safe to eat. You sigh, poking at your burger in disappointment.

“What’s wrong? How come you’re not eating?” Bakugo asked, his mouth full as he wiped steak sauce from his mouth. You shake your head, not wanting to make a scene. He looked at your plate, seeing your burger teething with onions. He’s way angrier than you are, waving the waiter over to your table with fervor. 

“K-Katsuki, I can just take them off it’s not-” You’re interrupted by Bakugo, who isn’t having any of it; already knowing what you’re about to say. The waiter clearly didn’t like Bakugo’s attitude so he messed your order up on purpose because he noticed how soft-spoken you are. He didn’t chance fucking up Katsuki’s order because he knew he’d have a fit and probably kick his ass if he got short with him. 

“No Y/N, it is a big deal. Look at it! It’s got onions all over it. You can’t eat that shit, you’ll get sick even if you pick ‘em off. I’m givin that asshole a piece of my mind!” He shouts, still trying to get the waiter’s attention who was clearly ignoring you two. 

“HEY! I KNOW YOU FUCKING SEE ME. GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE, NOW.” Bakugo shouts. Oh god. The waiter rolled his eyes, walking over to your table.

“Is there a problem, sir?” He asks, not eager to help at all. 

“You’re fuckin’ right there’s a problem. What did my girl order, huh?” Bakugo says, standing from his seat. 

“Katsuki, please.” You say, tugging his sleeve trying to get him to sit back down.

“She ordered a burger.” the waiter answered with attitude. 

“Yeah, with NO ONIONS you idiot! GO TELL THEM TO FUCKING FIX IT OR I’M TELLIN’ YOUR BOSS AND YOU’RE FUCKED.” Bakugo yelled, grabbing the waiter by his collar. The waiter; scared out of his mind, is now sweating with fear. 

“V-Very sorry, sir. I’ll fix that for you right away!” The waiter said, running back to the kitchen to fix your order. Bakugo sat back down in his seat, going back to eat his steak as if nothing happened. The whole restaurant was staring at you both, you sinking into your chair from all the eyes on you. 

“THE FUCK ARE YALL LOOKIN AT!?” Bakugo yelled, getting everyone in the room to turn their attention back to their own tables. He looked back to you, seeing a frown on your face. 

“Don’t you think you went a bit too far?” You ask, crossing your arms. 

“Nope.” He said, feeding you some of his steak until your new burger came. 

“Nobody messes with my baby.”

Todoroki

is such a mom omg

just as protective as Bakugo (if not more)

encourages you to open up

supports your small wins (awww)

fucks the shyness outta you hehe

loves you and your shyness no matter what 

You and Shoto are getting ready to go out when you’re having a difficult time deciding what to wear. You had pulled out a few garments to wear; a red strapless bodycon dress that Shoto got you to accentuate them curves of yours or a simple bulky sweater and jeans. You were a little nervous to dress sexy for Shoto, unsure of yourself and your body not to mention all the potential unwarranted stares from others. You sigh and start dressing yourself in the boring outfit you picked out and sat down at your vanity to do your makeup. Shoto walked in the bedroom from your bathroom to see the dress sitting on the bed. 

“Why aren’t you wearing your dress, love?” He asked, concern written all over his face as he stood next to your vanity. 

“I-I just don’t want all the attention on me. I’m nervous. What if everyone stares at me?” You say, tears burning your eyes. Shoto takes you by your hand and leads you to the full body mirror mounted on the wall of your bedroom. He pushed your hair back and kissed your neck, running his hands on either side of your body. 

“You don’t have to worry about the stares. I’m going to be there to protect you, okay?” He says, sweetly kissing your cheek. You smile warmly and nod. He was right. You change into the dress and slipped on some heels to match, giggling at the praises and encouragement from your boyfriend as he reached for your hand to kiss it. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” Shoto said, taking a good look at your curves. He feels himself harden at the sight of you, involuntarily groaning as he pulled you close to him for a deep kiss. 

“How about we stay in tonight instead?” 

He was determined to make you open up... one way or any other teehee.

Midoriya 

loves you SO MUCH OMG

doesn’t care that you’re a little shy and soft-spoken

speaks for you when needed

stands up for you

loves to motivate you 

thinks you’re sinfully adorable

You and Midoriya are walking through the supermarket, shopping for food for your shared home. Izuku was always such a huge help, lifting all the heavy things and putting them in the cart or reaching for things that were too high for you to reach. You loved shopping with him and he loved it too because he could look after you and spend time with you at the same time. 

“Crap, I forgot we need meats for dinner tonight. What did you want again, Izuku?” You asked, looking up from your shopping list. 

“Pork, please. You always make the best pork curry, Y/N” He said sweetly, kissing your forehead. You blush and walk over to the meat department while Izuku gathers the rest of the ingredients for dinner. You stand in line with your number and waited your turn patiently. Suddenly, this big burly man comes out of nowhere and cuts right in front of you in line. You hated when situations like this happen because it was always so hard for you to stand up for yourself. You gulp and muster up enough courage to confront him...sorta?

“U-um excuse me.. I was ne-” You’re interrupted by the man shouting over you.

“Shut up, bitch! I’m in a hurry so why don’t you just wait a little while longer.” He yells. You’re shocked at how he spoke to you, clearly this man lacked manners. You stand there, dumbfounded and scared. You were so frustrated with yourself you’re brought to tears, wiping them away as you stand in line and wait your turn. 

“Bitch?” you hear a familiar voice repeat. It was Midoriya, standing beside you with your cart in toe. “You thought this woman was alone, didn’t you? Fucking coward.” Izuku walks towards the man, intimidatingly calm. The man scoffs until he sees Izuku’s face. The pro hero Deku was standing right in front of him and he was angry.

“H-Hey.. I had no idea okay? I’ll back o-”

“If it was me standing there would you have cut in front of me and called me a bitch?” Izuku asked, grabbing the man by his shirt. “You get off on bullying women don’t you, you spineless bastard? Think that just because your big and ugly that you can just push people around? People like you make me sick. Get in the back of fucking line before I lose my temper.” The man does so, glaring at you as he walked to the back of the line. You sigh in relief as your number is called, Izuku leading you to the counter with his hand on your back. He turned around and glared at the man who gave you a hard time one last time. 

“What would you like to order, miss?” The butcher said with a smile.

“Pork, please.” You sigh.

[hotwings0203]

This is so utterly stupid but I have a few HC’s about Muslim Dabi(again obv this isn’t canon I just think it’s funny)

-Dabi would def be the type of Muslim dude who claims to be super religious cuz he never eats pork and “goes to the mosque to pray”(which is actually just code for hitting a blunt in the back of the parking lot w Hawks and Shigaraki💀), but yet smokes^^ and still has hella sex with like every other girl who bats her lashes at him from across the dining hall

-he also is a big cat lover, he claims since the Prophet Muhammad had cats of his own it’s sunnah to keep one

-on Eid namaz he’s the most dripped out one at the session, I’m talking black kurta dress, nice ass watch, slicked back hair...but funny enough, no one has actually seen him in line for the prayers themselves

-if he were back at home with the rest of the Todoroki’s, he’d most definitely be THE MOST spoiled one. Fuyumi would get on his ass for not cleaning the dishes, but he’d wave her off and tell her it’s training for her to be a better housewife for her future husband(cue a soapy sponge thrown at his head)

-Snitches.Constantly. Bro like this dude catches Shoto on his phone when he’s supposed to be doing a dua? Boom, instant callout followed by a long ass lecture about how he’s straying away from his religion and how he’s going to hell just because he spent one measly moment on his device instead of praising da lord

-Hes also always telling fuyumi to cover up her sleeves that come just a bittt before her wrists, claiming that she’s showing too much skin(especially when Hawks is over, that fucker’s got his eyes on every single one of his family members). But she’s quick to point out his secret tattoos, piercings, and hair dyes. He just scoffs and pulls the “women were created lesser than men so it’s okay for me to act a fool but not for you” card🙄stg I can’t stand him

-Since he’s the closest to Natsu, he’s always giving Eid money to him the most. The dude will slouch against his favorite brothers’ door, watching him play 2K. “What do you want?” Natsu asks with no real malice, not taking his eyes off the changing screen, furiously clicking away on his controller. “Mom says you gotta iron your clothes, Fuyumi’s doing her own so she can’t do yours as well. Oh, and Eid Mubarak by the way.” Natsu pauses him game and stands to stretch his arms above his head, groaning at the tendons popping in place on his back. “Yeah man, you too-what’s that?” He points to a fat parcel in Touya’s hand. The white-haired boy grins and chucks the bulging package at him, which Natsu catches easily. His eyes widen when he tears open the cream-colored paper envelope and reveals dozens of bills exceeding the usual 5-10$ family limit. “Yo, what-how-thanks Touya!” He sputters, throwing the package on his bed and throwing an arm around his brothers’ back in a man-hug. Touya rolls his eyes and barely suppresses a smile at Natsu’s excitement,(something he’s always wanting to be the source of) pounding his back to let go before he asphyxiates. He lets go and Touya smirks before heading towards the door, calling out over his shoulder, “Oh, and I’d thank Sho-turd as well while you’re singing my praise.” Natsu stops in his tracks and looks suspiciously at the withdrawing slender figure. “Why?”. Touya’s voice is distant as he moves to close and lock his door. “‘Cuz it’s his money after all.”

-The two brothers are always waking up at Sehri the earliest in Ramadhan, just so they can scarf down a majority of the food in the fridge and go to sleep without having to interact with the rest of their family at sunrise. And in the case that their family DOES wake up in time to see them chomping down food made for a WHOLE FAMILY and not just two boys, Touya is quick to grab his keys and jacket and cackle that him and Natsu are going to iHop to eat some more. Natsu ofc is quick to follow pursuit, throwing an apologetic grin towards his parents and other siblings.

-When they’re at the mosque and Enji has somehow bullied him enough to sit the hell down and actually ATTEND the lectures for once, Touya still has one up his sleeve. Planned out strategically, he always simpers to Rei that he wants to donate to the mosque, causing her eyes to water and a handful of cash thrown his way, her voice wobbly as she praises her son for actually taking the foundations of his religion seriously. Unbeknownst to her however, this just means that he’ll take a little bit more than he gives. Hawks will be standing at the front of the hall, bowing his head and using his silver tongue to graciously thank the many men and women who come forth to drop their allowance into the money basket. When he sees his best man approaching, he has to stop the smug grin from reaching his ears, instead slanting his brows and holding the basket out to the now black-haired thief. “Glad to see you’re taking eternal damnation seriously, for once,” Keigo flashes his perky whites and Dabi drops Rei’s money into the donation basket, dipping his hand a little lower for a second. “Glad to see you’re still standing here like some busboy peasant, as usual,” he fires back, the two boys catching each other’s eyes and stifling their cackles as the patched hand withdraws, a copious amount of bills in his hand, more than what he put in.

-100% steals shoes. Usually you hear about older men doing this, but age aint nothin’ but a number to Dabi, baby. “Nice kicks,” he nods to a boy Natsu’s age, noting the blue and black minimalist patterns adorning the shoes. The boy recognizes Dabi as one of the most revered figures at the mosque (and the most featured by adults. Who’d want their kid hanging out with the eldest Todoroki as an influence?) and bobs his head excitedly, spewing out the manufacture and release dates of the shoes. Dabi looks at the fanboy amusedly, continuing to lean against the shoe rack as more people crowd around and start to push the boy inside. “See you later Dabi!” The eccentric kid calls out as he’s pushed into the hall by grumbling uncles. The ravenette snickers fo himself, ��Yeah, but you won’t be seeing these shoes anytime soon.”

-A notorious playboy in the community. Uncles glare at him, unable to scold him outright for his shenanigans due to his father’s close presence, and aunties steer their children away from him at dinner parties. Speaking of, Dabi’s at a dinner right now. He’s lighting up a joint in amongst 3 mesmerized girls sitting on the floor in front of him and 2 jealous dudes his age in a locked room, away from all the screaming little kids. “Wow Dabi, doesn’t it burn?” The youngest of the three girls asks him with imploring eyes. He smiles a charming smile down at her and he thinks he sees the other two swoon. “Nah, sweetheart, you get used to it after a little while. Don’t be like me though, keep yourself pure and clean,” he shoots a wink at them and they giggle, faces turning red. The other two boys sitting at the far end of the bed scowl at his successful flirting, but Dabi doesn’t care for any of them, honestly, they’re just target practice. Right as he inhaled the fumes of another puff, a little body throws itself at the door, banging its fists on the wood. “It’s time for food!” They all jump at the intrusion and chuckle as the intruder runs away, containing to scream about food being served. The group gets up to leave and exits through the door, but Dabi takes his time. He wasn’t done with his joint, and he has to waft the smell away anyways when he leaves. He’s opening a window to let out some air when he heads a soft shuffle from behind him. “Shows over guys, go eat-“ but when he turns around, the oldest girl of the three stands before him, fiddling with her hands and looking at the floor. “Um, Dabi? I know you said not to try it out by ourselves so...I was wondering if you could-if you could teach me how...?” She looks at the half-used roll in his hand, and he looks from the blunt to her face. He looks behind her. A closed door. Perfect. Taking a step forwards, he relishes in how she takes a hesitant step back, the breath in her throat catching but she still doesn’t back down. She looks to him like he’s a god, and he feels like one right now. And so he steps closer until she’s backed against the wall, his lids lowered to her wide ones, and he placed a hand next to her head. “Didnt your mom ever tell you not to take things from strangers?” He ghosts by the shell of her ear, and she shivers. “She never told me the strangers would be this hot,” and he has to laugh a bit at her tenacity. He pulls away and flops back on the bed, signaling for her to join him. “Well come one then, I’m hungry, better hurry up before I change my mind.” And 5 shotguns later, Dabi barely wipes off her bright pink lipstick from his face and straightens his kurta along with his hair before bounding down the steps, eager for food. At his command, she comes down a minute after him as to not cause any suspicion, but it doesn’t stop Rei from shooting him a knowing glare from the living room as he piles his plate with food. He shoves a veggie roll in his mouth as he turns to join the boys in the dining area, but his path is blocked by a large woman. “I know you’re up to no good. The children told me what funny smell was coming from the room upstairs, and I know you’re to blame, Touya Todoroki. I respect your mother a lot so I won’t make a scene here-“ he interrupts her, mouth half full with a roll, “-I mean, you already kinda are,-“ but she continues her tirade. “-I don’t think you’re a good influence on these kids, especially your siblings. What self respecting family would be okay with their son acting like a hooligan, having piercings, smelling like weed?” He smirks and swallows before swerving around her. “I don’t know Aunty, why don’t you ask your daughter? She didn’t seem to mind my, ah, influence.”

-When they were all younger, there was a time where End*avor wanted the boys the toughen up a bit and stop messing around so much. He brought the family up to the mountains in a nice cabin, purposefully choosing an area with farms nearby. It was around the time of Eid-e-Adha, so naturally goats and sheep’s were going to be sacrificed for the family feast. Touya already knew what was going on, so Enji left it up to him, a scrawny preteen boy to take over the initiation. Fuyumi wanted to come to the farm too, but Touya glared at her and told her to stay home because “girls are too emotional for this.”(he really did think that, but above all he held a secret soft spot for his only younger sister). Natsu and Touya both started heading down to the field to pick out a goat, and ofc little Shoto wanted to come along to. He begged and begged for his older brothers to bring him along and to not leave him at home for once, and with a sly glance to Natsu, Touya relented. He leaned down to Shoto’s eye-level and asked with serious eyes, “You sure?”. Shoto nodded eagerly, standing straight up as to look more solemn and mature. Natsu held back a snicker and grabbed Shoto by the collar as they dragged him out to the pasture. Oh, the little boy was in heaven among the bleating sheep and fluffy coats. “Go ahead, pick one out!” Touya said eagerly, nodding to the clueless toddler to choose a sacrificial sheep. And so the heterochromatic child pointed to one, looking to his big brothers for assurance, to which they gave an excited nod. Shoto yelped with glee and spent the rest of the afternoon frolicking with the soon-to-be-mutton chops, completely oblivious to its grim fate and creating a bond with the animal. So when it was finally sunset and the time came to start preparing for the feast, Touya walked over leisurely to Shoto, pushed the grubby hand away from the animal’s collar, and started pulling the creature towards the chopping block. “W-what’re you doing?” Shoto asked uncertainty. “Well, we gotta eat, right? Thanks for picking out such a fat sheep, ‘wonder how it’s gonna taste,”. The eldest grinned with malice at his youngest brother, who started to sniffle and ball his fists. “You’re lying! Leave it alone!” He cried out. “Nope, m’not lying, ask Natsu.” Natsu turns to Shoto and shrugs his shoulders without any real regret. “You’re the one who wanted to come along, right? Think of how proud dad will be of his favorite-he finally sacrificed his first sheep!”

-the first time he was ever asked to lead the namaz, Keigo and Tomura kept kicking the back of his legs so he would fall over while trying to recite the prayers, and in turn he’d immediately whip around in the middle of the whole damn hall and shoot fire at the two howling boys. Needless to say, he was never asked to read again

(one would think since Dabi knows sooo much about being a gOoD mUsLim and how to follow the rules he’d take some of that advice HIMSELF)

[heroloverangel]

A Welcome Distraction

Natsuo always hates the first day of school every year.

Natsuo’s never wanted to be a hero. While he’s proud of his baby brother’s success, he’s too familiar with its darker side to ever be interested. He dreads the start of every school year, when he’s forced to introduce himself to new classmates who inevitably notice how familiar the name Todoroki is. He hates having to nod and give a vague explanation that no, he’s never been close with his father and no, he didn’t inherit Endeavor’s quirk and no, he really doesn’t want to talk more about it.

“So, what’s your power?”

He’d hoped starting at the university would be a welcome change from this script but is annoyed to hear the other students already introducing themselves and asking each other about their quirks. He notices someone tap the shoulder of the girl sitting next to him, and his fingers tighten around his pencil when he overhears the conversation.

“Oh. I don’t have one.” He notices you look down at your lap, almost embarrassed by your answer. “I’m quirkless,” you admit, and the people around you react with awkward sympathy. He watches you from the corner of his eye; clearly he’s not the only one who’s always grown up hating the first day of class. You’re pretty, he thinks, and files this fact away as the professor appears at the front of the room to start the lesson.

He learns soon enough that you’re more than just a pretty face. He catches a glimpse at your notes one day and is shocked how neat and orderly they are compared to his barely-legible scribbles. When you get your first test grades back, it’s not a surprise that you’ve done significantly better than most of your classmates. “If I can’t be strong, I can at least be smart,” you joke, and the smile you flash at him makes a warm feeling bloom in his chest. He finds himself tripping over his words when he asks to study with you, but you agree to meet him at the library despite his fumbling.

It goes better than expected. You have a lot in common; both of you are working towards medical degrees and have plenty to talk about when it comes to your planned careers. It’s not a surprise when one study meetup turns into two, then three, until eventually you drop the excuse and just start dating openly. Natsuo is less experienced than you, he’d never really been comfortable with the thought of bringing someone to his family’s home, but he devours your affection like a man starved and gives back just as much.

You’ve had another fun night out when you invite him back up to your dorm. This isn’t the first time you’ve found yourselves making out on your bed, but he’s never been quite this quick to get your shirt off and have his hands on you. His fingers tickle along your ribs as he moves over your skin and you let out a quiet laugh. “You sure are excited tonight, huh?”

You see the beginning of a blush spread across his cheeks. “Sorry. Is this too fast?”

You shake your head and offer him a warm smile. “No, I like it.” You want him to be comfortable, and you’ve been happy to go at his pace with your relationship, but you can’t deny that you’ve been waiting enthusiastically for more. The two of you haven’t done much more than this yet, Natsuo content to grope you through your bra as you see how far you can get your tongue down his throat. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing,” he says without meeting your eyes. “It’s just...I’m supposed to meet my family for dinner tomorrow. Really, it’s nothing.”

Ah. You don’t know the full details of the Todoroki family’s drama, you haven’t been dating long enough to learn it, but you have a decent idea. If he needs a distraction, something pleasant to take his mind off of things, you’re happy to provide it. You take his face in your smaller hands and pull him in for a deep kiss. “It’s okay, let’s just have some fun.” He nods, letting you pull the shirt over his head to admire his body. He’s in surprisingly great shape for someone who spends so much time studying, and you don’t miss the opportunity to run your hands down his chest and stomach to the trail of white hair above his jeans.

He shivers at your touch and runs his hands up your arms, leaving goosebumps in their path. His temperature is always slightly lower thanks to his quirk, but that’s not why your skin reacts to the slight brush of his fingers as he reaches for the straps of your bra. “This is okay?” He waits for your approval before slipping them down your shoulders and reaching behind you for the hooks. It’s adorable how much he fumbles with the task until you take pity on him and do it yourself. “You’re, um...you’re really pretty,” he mumbles, unable to take his eyes off you.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you joke, and earn a nervous laugh in return. “Come here,” you insist, guiding his hand up to your chest. “You should touch me.” Natsuo moves cautiously, squeezing your breast gently like he’s afraid he’ll break you. His fingers tease against your nipple and you sigh. “I like it, do that again.” He’s eager to please, and before long both your nipples perk up stiff and sensitive from his touch. 

Your kisses have gotten more heated, and with all the distractions he hasn’t noticed your own hands working at his pants until you’re able to get the zipper down and palm him through his underwear. He lets out a choked gasp and you give him an innocent kiss on the cheek. “If you wanna stop, let me know. Alright?”

“I don’t wanna stop,” he blurts out before you can finish the sentence. You can feel him hard and warm through the fabric and he quickly loses his focus he’s had on your chest as you touch him. You look up to his face and enjoy the sight of him, mouth open and a deeper blush on his cheeks, his eyes wide as he stares down at your moving hand. You plant a kiss on his neck, your lips brush over his hammering pulse and you can taste the sweat forming on his skin.

He makes the cutest little groans in the back of his throat as you work, and soon enough you’re impatient for more. Your fingers hook into the waistband of his underwear and tug them down to expose his dick for your attention and his body jolts so hard at the contact that you’re almost thrown off balance. “I’ve got you,” you coo soothingly. “Lemme take care of you, sweetheart.” He swallows hard and nods. He’s bigger than the boyfriends you had in high school; your thighs press together when you imagine how he’ll feel inside you. Your fingers wrap around his shaft and you begin stroking him, relishing the sound of him panting louder as you get to work. 

Natsuo isn’t quiet with his feelings, and you’re flattered to hear how much he loves your attention with every moan and whine from his mouth. “That’s good,” he huffs. “You're, uh. You’re so good, babe.” He ruts into your hand mindlessly, hungrier for this than either of you had expected, and you love every second of it. Your free hand runs through the soft hair at the back of his head and pulls him down to meet your lips again; his noises are muffled but still grow louder as you feel his hips stutter beneath your arm. You look down just in time to watch his cock twitch as he comes over your fingers, and he’s breathing hard when you meet his eyes. You wipe your messy hand off on your own pants and grin.

He clears his throat and tries to speak, but he’s cut off as you practically lunge toward him. “That was...so…fucking...hot,” you gush between kisses, trying to get the rest of your clothes off without pulling away from him. He’s dazed for a minute but his mind recovers when you lay back into your sheets and reach for him to join you. “Sooo…” You can’t help but feel a bit self conscious when he’s gawking at your naked body like that. “You think you might want more?”

He blinks, his frazzled brain needing an extra second to process the question. “Yeah,” he says slowly. He runs a hand up your leg and feels how invitingly warm your bare skin feels against his. “Whatever you want,” he insists, fingers tracing between your thighs almost curiously. “You got really wet,” he notices with surprise, and you almost giggle at his reaction. Didn’t he notice how much you enjoyed giving him that warm up? He prods lightly at your opening then circles your clit. Encouraged by your breathy response, he lets a finger press into your pussy and the way his name leaves your throat makes him thankful for every day of his life that’s lead to meeting you. You don’t need much help from him, another finger is quick to join the first and your voice is too sweet as you plead with him for more, more, more. You’re trying your best to let him have his fun now, but you’ve always been a little greedy.

“Natsuuu,” you whine, spreading the lips of your cunt to give him a perfect view of just how patient you/ve been so far. You’re dripping around his hand; when you look at him you can see precum starting to leak from the cock that’s just as excited to continue. “Enough teasing,” you demand. “I want it now.”

“Okay,” he agrees finally, and looks around your room. “Do you, y’know, have any-”

You’ve been waiting for this for weeks. “Yeah, in here!” You cut him off, a little too excited for your own dignity, and flail your arm towards the nearest drawer. You can’t reach into it from your position, but you’re able to scoot it open a few inches for him to blindly feel around and find the pack of condoms.

“Okay,” he says again. You watch him fumble with the box, you think it’s cute, and then he manages to tear the first condom entirely in half in his haste to get it out of the wrapper. “Shit!”

You meet each other’s eyes, and neither of you can keep from laughing at the situation. It eases the tension in your room a bit, you take it from him and get the next one open without issue. He’s only a little clumsy as he puts it on and settles between your legs, lining himself up just outside your waiting body. “Ready?” You nod, and he lets out a deep breath to calm his nerves before his dick pushes inside of you.

You’d be embarrassed at how needy you sound if Natsuo’s moan wasn’t absolutely obscene in comparison. His mouth is wide open gasping for air, face read and eyes screwed shut as he tries hard to control himself while he sinks deeper into your pussy. “Hey, you can move,” you offer and he follows, slipping partially out and thrusting back in a little faster than before. You were plenty ready for him, but there’s still a delicious stretch as he bottoms out inside you. You both need a second to catch your breaths; you to adjust to him filling you this much, him to contain this new, primal instinct to rut into you like a madman while you’re wrapped so perfectly around him. You drape your arms around his shoulders and give them a little squeeze. “It’s alright, Natsu. Go head,” you tell him with a smile.

He knows he’s a lot stronger than you, quirk or not, and still has enough sense to move slow at first. “You’re so warm,” he groans, his face buried in your neck as he gets familiar with your body. “Wanna stay here with you forever,” he mumbles in your ear.

Your hips buck up to meet his. “Me too, honey,” you sigh, running a hand through his tousled white hair. His cock rubs against a sensitive spot inside you and you cry out for him, only spurring him to move faster. “Mmm, Natsu. Don’t stop.”

Are you crazy? He couldn’t make himself stop if his life depended on it. He’d tell you as much, but all that comes out of his mouth are groans, and your name, and a jumble of pretty words complimenting you over and over. It’s sweet, but right now you’d much rather have his lips on you than singing your praises. Your fingers tangle in his hair and yank him back down until you can catch his lips with your own. Your arms tighten around him to bring his sweaty chest flush against yours; you can feel his heart pounding along with yours and run your hands soothingly over his back to ground him. You’re here for him, he remembers, and you’re not going anywhere.

You don’t think either of you expect that he’d last long this first time. He’s holding himself together well enough so far, and then you stretch one leg up over his hip to draw him even deeper into your welcoming cunt. Natsuo’s body shudders on top of you, breaking the kiss as his head snaps back and your name babbles out in so many precious little gasps. His dick throbs hard inside you, and even through the condom you know he’s coming as his thrusts gradually slow to a stop. You stare at each other, your face feeling just as hot as his looks and you grind your pelvis up against his before he loses concentration. “Huh?...Oh!” The lightbulb goes off in his mind. “Sorry, what can I do for you?”

You’re not too far from your own orgasm after helping him with his. “Here, just touch me,” you take his hand in yours and guide it down your stomach to your clit, you trust he can figure things out from here. Natsuo’s happy to provide, fingertips swirling around it with devoted attention and he’s soon rewarded with the feel of your pussy clenching like a vise around his spent cock still buried snugly inside you. “Natsuuuu,” you whimper out, and it’s a surprise that the sound of your voice like this, so breathless and sweet for him, doesn’t instantly get him hard again.

He pulls out of you slowly and tosses the condom in your trash can, then lays back down with his head on your chest. “Can we just stay like this for a while?” You murmur an approval and stroke his hair slowly while the two of you recover, sharing grins and cheerful little laughs whenever you meet each other’s eyes. “You’re really great, y’know that?”

You give him a peck on the cheek. “You too.” Eventually you move, using all your upper body strength to push him up off the bed with you to sit up. “It’s getting kinda late and I still need to shower,” you don’t miss the disappointed look he tries to hide, and wrap your fingers around his own. “Do you wanna stay the night? You don’t have class until 11 tomorrow, right? You’d have plenty of time to get back to your own dorm in the morning.”

You see him perk up immediately at the offer. “That sounds good, we can get coffee or something on the way there. My treat?”

It’s a fair trade, you’re going to insist on one of those fancy pastries with the creme filling for breakfast. Your legs are only slightly wobbly as you stand up to give him one last kiss and look for your towel. “Come shower with me,” you order, and he’s more than happy to obey. There’s such a light, airy feeling in his chest that not even the looming specter of a family dinner can spoil his mood now.

[navegandoaciegas]

don’t feed it - it will come back

Pairing: Dabi x f!reader, Shoto Todoroki x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, semi-public sex, quickie, tw:cheating, dabi identity spoilers, slight yandere!dabi?, AU where all events are the same except they happen when class 1A are Pros already so all characters are 21+, Dabi is not a villain yet.

A/N: title and lyrics by Hozier. Minors DNI.

Don't let it in with no intention to keep it, Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it, Honey, don't feed it, it will come back.

You smelled him before you saw him, seared flesh and ashes, expensive cologne to make up for the stench, the same perfume your boyfriend wore, and that you’d bought for Dabi so that Shoto couldn’t smell another man on you.

Dabi. Your addiction, your escape.

His mismatched lips were rough on yours. The staples that patched him together scratched your cheeks, grounding you to reality before you could get lost in your own head, too deep in that special space you shared with him.

“The hell you think you’re doing?”, you hissed, “I‘m on patrol. What if Deku saw?”

You looked around the dingy alley frantically, hoping that your colleague would be busy poking his nose somewhere else. Unfazed as usual, Dabi offered you a lopsided smile, pressing his body against yours, marred forearms resting at the sides of your head, trapping you between him and the wall.

“If he saw,” he hummed, “he’d go tell his little friend how much of a slut his girlfriend is.”

You considered unleashing your quirk and blasting him into the opposite wall just to wipe that smirk off his scarecrow face. Dabi saw it in your eyes, and offered you a more gentle smile, mellow words to placate the fire in you.

“You’ve been mean,” he whispered, something resembling a pout twisting his disfigured face, “Avoiding me and all.”

You snorted at his antics, shaking your head. “I’ve been busy, ‘s all. Hero work. Patrolling, y’know, what I should be doing now.”

He didn’t relent, unbothered by your reluctance. “I waited for you the other night. Two whole hours and you didn’t show up. Didn’t even warn me that you wouldn’t come.”

“Shoto surprised me with a date.”

“Well, I’m surprising you now.”

He sounded like a child throwing a tantrum while looking like a devil himself, a dangerous glint in his turquoise eyes, skin stretched thin over his teeth, staples barely holding him in one piece.

He leaned over you, slow and tantalizing, hot breath fanning over your face.

Seeing him like this never failed to make your brain go haywire, duties forgotten, loyalty buried too deep to even feel guilty anymore.

Just like that first night together, when all the expectations burdening your shoulders had seemed too heavy to carry. When the shoes you’d have to fill had looked too big for you. Daughter of heroes, strong quirk, the public’s favor, a loving boyfriend.

People would have killed to be in your place, and all you’d wanted to do that night was to be someone else, someone whose life was not set in stone the moment they were born.

It had felt like such a dirty secret, blending in with the crowds of civilians on a Friday night, in need to experience all the things that you’d missed on. Clubs and alcohol, dancing with every man or woman that would grind onto you, it had all seemed so bright and liberating.

Then you’d met Dabi, and a drunken conversation on something you couldn’t recall on the cramped dancefloor had ended up in a hook up in the restrooms.

You’d silently cried yourself to sleep that night while Shoto slept peacefully beside you, red and white hair tickling you as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.

Your mistakes had only escalated from there, something like an avalanche waiting to crush you, and the man you’d sworn you’d never seen again was the one holding you in his arms in this very moment.

You knew better than to give in, but you still did despite it, parting your lips while boring your half lidded eyes in his, letting him swirl his tongue around yours, toying with the metal bar on it.

You felt your body flush while his hands roamed over you, groping and kneading your ass, your hips, your tits through the elastic material of your flashy Hero suit.

“I bet you missed me too,” he chuckled, palming you between your legs, the heel of his hand pressing against your clothed lips.

Heat pooling in your belly, you ground your pussy on him, trying to relieve some of the tension in your fluttering cunt.

“Eager, are you? Todoroki Shoto doesn’t fuck you like you need?”

You rolled your eyes, catching yourself before you could moan in his ear.

“He fucks me just fine,” you groaned, fisting his stained white t-shirt, “Just make this quick, I got places to be,” you snapped, slotting your hand between your bodies, palming his bulge through his slacks.

“Brat,” he huffed, stifling a laugh, “and if he did you wouldn’t be humping my hand like a bitch in heat.”

Another warning glare and Dabi rolled his eyes, mumbling something about your over sensitive ass. You pulled him in a kiss to shut him up before your temper got the best of you.

He felt so different from athletic, sturdy Shoto. Slouched shoulders, thin arms, ribs dangerously poking through his emaciated skin. So frail and weak that he couldn’t even lift you in his arms to fuck you against the wall.

Maybe spending your formative years around men like Kirishima and Bakugou, and dating Endeavor’s son himself, had fucked up your standards beyond repair, and maybe Dabi was just a normal civilian with a regular body.

Whatever the case, the thought of your boyfriend was gone as soon as it flashed through your mind, and you hastily began fumbling with the buckle of Dabi’s belt. With a click it snapped open, and you undid his fly, reaching under his boxers. You pumped his hard cock, twisting the velvety skin up and down, thumb teasing his slit. You knew how feral he got when your promise ring rattled with his piercings, so you made a show of it, feeling him throb in your grasp.

“Fuck,” he grunted, hips snapping to fuck himself with your fist.

Teeth clattering, rough hands, his breathy panting in your ear, the arousal pouring out of you. Even the fear of Midoriya catching you drove you more insane than it should have, your walls pulsing in anticipation.

Scarred hands undid your own utility belt, shoving your spandex leggings down your thighs, sliding in your cotton panties.

“So wet for me already, and I barely even touched you?” he gloated, bony fingers spreading your arousal around your folds before dipping in, knuckles deep in your warm cunt, “Sucking me in, hm? You like being touched like this, fucked like a whore, don’t you?”

His thumb roughly toyed with your clit while the rest of his fingers flexed inside you, stretching you out, preparing you for his cock.

“Fuck- God, fuck me already, I don’t have all day,” you grunted, biting his upper lip.

He rolled his eyes then, glaring at you. “You sure know how to set the mood right, koneko-chan.”

He twirled you around then, pushing you flush against the wall, a hand on your shoulder, the other pumping his cock.

Your eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when you felt his tip prod at your entrance.

“You’re not fucking me without a condom,” you hissed, wiggling in his hold, angling your hips away from his.

“Please, just this time, I promise I’ll make it good for you,” he pleaded, shamelessly rutting against your ass.

“No fucking way, get a condom or you’re not getting any.”

“C’mon, just this once, I missed you so much, I wanna feel you all, feel your pretty pussy on my cock, please,” he whined, his hard on between your spread cheeks, “You should make it up to me anyways, y’know, for ghosting me, leaving me alone all night, waitin’ on ya. Wasn’t nice of you.”

You knew that when the blood drained from his brain and travelled to his cock, Dabi wasn’t his smartest. And you had to admit that you were curious to feel the piercings scattered on his dick pressing inside your cunt, eager to know if they really felt as good as he claimed they would.

But you knew better than to give in. Some risks just weren’t worth taking, and some things were better reserved in the intimacy between you and Shoto in some twisted, sick loyalty that you couldn’t bring yourself to breach.

“You’re not getting inside me without a condom, God only knows where you’ve been before,” you scoffed, tugging his hair to unlatch his leathery lips from your neck before he could leave a mark of his existence on you.

The smell of smoke, ash, and seared flesh you could explain. You made that work, somehow. You doubted that your boyfriend, as oblivious, trusting and lovestruck as he was, would mistake love bites for anything else, though.

“Less places than you have for sure, koneko-chan,” he snickered, trailing open mouthed kisses below your jaw, nipping your soft skin between his teeth, “The ladies aren’t lining up to get a taste of me, believe it or not.”

“Jee, I wonder why,” you deadpanned.

“You talk a lot of shit for someone who hops on my dick like it’s her job.”

“Shut the fuck up, Dabi-chan,” you laughed, no bite to your bark.

You were getting antsy with his insistence and with the prospect of Midoriya walking in on you getting railed like a cock drunk whore behind a dumpster by a sketchy guy while you should have been patrolling instead.

Not very heroic of you.

He relented then, and you heard the distinct crunching sound of foil being ripped open.

He rolled the condom down his length, and you bent over, forearms against the rough surface of the wall while he angled your ass and kicked your legs open wider.

“Just sayin’, you’re missing out on me.”

You couldn’t hold the moan that erupted out of you when he snapped his hips, slanting his cock inside your soaked cunt. Your walls sucked him in, stretching around his girth.

You were so pent up and aroused that you almost came at the feeling of him sheathing himself in you, filling you up to the brim. He gave a few tentative thrusts before setting a faster pace, sliding his cock in and out of you.

Your mewls and whimpers and the sound of his balls slapping your ass reverberated in the alley.

You knew that if anyone saw you, your career would be over. The media would have a field trip, and Endeavor would lay down his life to make sure you’d be shunned from society.

And fuck, if the risk didn’t make you clench on Dabi’s dick.

You could feel a bruise form on your tailbone where he gripped you, and a few scratches and shallow cuts on the back of your thighs where his belt dug into your soft flesh.

“Fuck, your pussy is so good, you fuckin’ slut,” he moaned, hand reaching between your legs to play with your swollen clit, “You love my cock, don’t you? You whore, you love being fucked like the bitch you are, hm?”

You gritted your teeth, nails digging into his scalp as you held onto his head, arching your back so his cock could hit deeper inside you, onto that spongy crevice that made pressure built fast and steady in your core.

“And you like being my toy, my pathetic little plaything at my beck and call, don’t you?”

He didn’t answer, clenching his jaw as he kept pounding into you, lips enveloping yours in a bruising kiss.

Sticky webs of drool covered your faces, mixing in with the blood that streamed down his face where the staples couldn’t hold him in place.

“I’m close, I’m so close, fuck-, go faster, yes, right there,” you moaned, feeling the knot in your lower belly get tighter with each drag of his cock against your walls.

“I-, I’m right here with you, babe, just let go, come on my cock, show me how good I make you feel. Fuck, show me he doesn’t fuck this pussy as good as I do, you were-, God, you were made for me-“

His rambling turned into low static to you while jolts of electricity travelled through your body, jerking your limbs as he continued fucking you through your high until he too came, chanting your name like a prayer.

You were the first to move away, wincing as his cock slipped out of your cunt.

Mind buzzing, you barely looked at him, hurriedly pulling your suit back on, adjusting the belt on your waist while Dabi tucked himself in, the small, blissed out smile gracing his handsome face soon twisting in something pained and darker when you scurried away without sparing him a second glance.

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The low buzz of ambient music filled your apartment as you stepped in, and a pang of guilt stabbed your heart when you noticed the candles scattered around.

Shoto was on you as soon as you shut the door, a rare, gentle smile on his pretty round face, telling you about the improvised self care night he’d put together for the both of you.

He pressed a kiss to your lips, grimacing at the lingering taste of smoke on you.

“I know smoking helps you decompress, love. But maybe you could switch to electronic?” he asked, hopeful. You knew he hated the idea of you damaging your health as much as he despised the taste and smell of cigarettes.

The concern made your heart jump in your stomach, and when you grazed into his eyes, his turquoise eye, you almost startled yourself at the similarity of someone else’s.

Guilt was really playing tricks on your mind.

You pecked his cheek, reciprocating his smile.

“You’re right,” you sighed, hoping he wouldn’t notice the bitterness in your words, “Know what? I’ll try stopping smoking altogether for you, hm?”

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Perched on the fire escape of the building facing yours, Dabi watched his little brother hold you tenderly, swaying you around in a clumsy dance.

He crushed the cigarette under his shoe, and rose to his feet, bile rising in his throat.

He willed himself to be patient, knowing that one day, when he’d burn down the world, he’ll be the one you’ll be dancing with through the flames.

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Omg, this is my first time writing for a bnha character and I hope I did okay! Please let me know what you think of this! Your comments are what keeps me alive ❤️🥺

[touyasdoll]

Complicated - Chapter Two

Chapter One: Here

Pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x reader

Warnings: self-degradation/self-doubt

Word count: 2.2k

A/n: Gonna rework this and ditch the first person POV, jsyk.

A/n pt. 2: This story does contain spoilers for the show/manga. The dates/ages of characters are going to be shifted around a bit.

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It's been two days. Is he gonna call? Text? Completely forget I exist?

I sigh, trying to expel the anxiety balled up in the pit of my stomach.

Why would he call? We talked for, what, five minutes? He seemed older too. You were in your damn school uniform, idiot. He's obviously got more important shit to do than chat up a schoolgirl who can't mind her own fucking business.

"Ugh," I groan to no one but myself in my apartment. "I'm really just the biggest fucking jackass, aren't I?"

Flopping down on my bed, I let out another weighty sigh and bury my face in the plethora of pillows piled beneath me.

Relax. Maybe he'll text. Maybe he won't. And if he doesn't he's just sparing you the embarrassment that you would inevitably bring upon yourself.

A yawn escapes my lips as I feel a wave of drowsiness wash over me. Glancing at the clock, I could see it was hardly 5 PM.

Fucked up sleep schedule, here I come.

The familiar comfort of my bed allows me to quiet my thoughts enough to fall into a shallow sleep, until I'm startled awake by a vibrating sensation coming from underneath my chin.

I blink against the harsh light emitting from my phone, squinting to see who was disturbing me.

What the--oh shit!

It was an unknown number. Recognizing that it could be him, I sit up faster than I have ever managed to after a nap and fumble the phone into my palm, eagerly sliding my thumb across the screen to accept the call.

"Hello?"

My breath hitches and I bite my lip in anticipation as I wait, eager to hear his deep, silky voice on the other end.

But the pause on the other side of the line seems just a little too long. Something is off.

Is this him? Is it..just some creep? A prank? What the hell?

"We've been trying to reach you about your car's extended warranty."

My eyes slam shut, a shake reverberating through my spine as a cocktail of anger and embarrassment wash over me.

That's it. Hope is off limits from now on.

"Fucking great."

I tap the end button, half ready to throw my phone out the window.

Instead, I decide to check and see if I missed anything else while I was out.

Hope is off limits.

I shake my head, trying to erase the little embers of hope that persist, praying that maybe he did reach out.

To my surprise, there's a text from an unrecognized number.

Unknown: You free tonight, doll?

Holy shit.

Looking above the message, I see: Today 6:58 PM. I wince as I dare to look at the clock, which mercifully reads 7:26 PM.

Tapping the text box, I don't give myself the chance to overthink this opportunity.

Me: For you? Sure thing.

Tossing my phone onto the bed, I nod my head, processing the sudden burst of confidence I seem to have found.

I'm not like this. What is it about this guy? He's just that--a guy. One that I don't know. And now I'm just gonna meet up with him?

He's literally a stranger. Who the hell do I think I am?? Is my vagina just running things now? Gonna run out and meet up with some strange dude, because he's pretty and charming?

You know who else was pretty and charming?? Ted Bundy.

That's right, you said it. This is dumb, logically. This is everything everyone’s ever warned you about.

My phone buzzes and my heart rate spikes in response, tearing me from my spiraling doubts.

Unknown: Our spot. 30 minutes. See you there.

A noise that I've certainly never made before eeks past my lips as I process his instructions.

Fuck it. The possibility of this guy being a serial killer has been assessed. I'm going, risks be damned.

You're an idiot. You're an idiot. You're an idiot.

I sigh for the umpteenth time today, waging war in my own mind.

I don't know what it is about him, but I have to see him again. Nothing bad is going to happen. It'll be fine.

That's what I tell myself as I exhale, until I catch my reflection.

My hair is disheveled, my mascara askew. I didn't even bother to take off my uniform before I passed out.

As if I weren't flustered enough, now I gotta make myself looking somewhere near presentable and get down there in time.

Here goes nothing.

Fifteen minutes fly by and I think I've managed it as I step back to look myself over in the mirror once more.

The shortest pair of high-waisted shorts I own, paired with a low-cut black crop top and my favorite slip-ons. My make-up doesn't look perfect and there's not much of it, but it's touched up, and my hair is at least brushed.

Okay, no turning back now.

Grabbing my keys, I tuck my phone in my back pocket and make my way to the meeting place.

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Our spot. The man is smooth and I think that he knows it.

I re-read the last message he sent for probably the thirteenth time in the past five minutes.

The clock in the corner of the screen reads 8:02.

Maybe he won’t show. Maybe this is a joke. He and his buddies with come around a corner and laugh as they speed off.

Damn, can I chill? No. He’s going to be here. And I’m going to act like a human fucking being. A normal girl. Someone he could like; I’m capable of that.

Aren’t I?

Scanning my surroundings yet again, I take in the scenery. I never really get out at night, but the city looks so pretty this way. There’s not too much traffic, especially considering that it’s a Friday night, but there are some people milling about up and down the sidewalk. Some look like they’re on their way home. Some look like they’re on their way out for a night on the town.

“Hey there.”

My eyes are quick to follow the sound of his voice. I look up and he’s strolling up to the bench where I’m seated, the same one where I bandaged his arm the other day.

His hands are shoved in his front pockets, thumbs pushed through the belt loops of the tight, black jeans he’s sporting. His white t-shirt dangles off of his frame in a way that suits him, offering a glimpse of his muscular chest. A black coat completes his ensemble and he certainly looks the part of the typical bad boy.

But, damn, does it look so good on him.

“Hey, there. How’s the arm?”

I scoot over a bit, allowing for ample space between us if he were to take a seat. To my surprise, he sits towards the middle of the bench, so that his thigh brushes against mine as he settles.

I tuck my hair behind my ear, glancing down and covering the noise I want to make with a quiet clearing of my throat.

“It’s good. You do make a pretty decent nurse, sweetheart.”

He grins and pulls his coat sleeve back, revealing the still bandaged wound.

“Wait, have you changed that?”

You’re such a mom. You better hope he’s into MILFs, because otherwise this ain’t gonna get you where you wanna go, girl.

His brow furrows in an expression that tells me all I need to know before he even speaks.

“What do you mean? Changed what?”

A quiet sigh leaves my lungs as I hold out my hand.

“May I?”

His puzzled expression doesn’t falter, but he shrugs and offers his forearm up for inspection.

Carefully, I pull back the tape holding the bandages together and slowly begin to unwrap them.

That is, until the smell hits me. I barely catch of glimpse of the reddened skin before my nostrils detect the scent of burned flesh and excess viscera.

“Oh, dear. Have you even unwrapped this thing?”

Trying not to agitate anything further, I delicately wrap the bandages back around his arm, taping them down once again.

“No, should I have?”

I look up and my gaze meets his, a sense of true ignorance evident in his expression; I try not to laugh. I really try, but a soft giggle escapes nonetheless.

“Yes! I mean, if it doesn’t hurt, I’m sure it’s not that bad right now, but you should be cleaning and redressing a wound like that once every 12 hours at the very least. It’s been what, like, at least 50 at this point?”

His good arm reaches for the back of his neck, scratching at it as he dons an apologetic half smile.

“Sorry, I’m not exactly nurturing by nature, doll. I don’t know the first fucking thing about this kind shit.”

I cock a sympathetic smile as I look at him, sitting there looking almost helpless. I guess he is, in a sense. It’s actually kinda cute how he doesn’t seem to have an inkling of how to properly care for himself.

Because that’s absolutely what you want in a potential relationship. Someone to fix, how fun! Why not open up a shop for broken boys? Girl, when will you learnnn??

“Well, I don’t have anything on me right now, but if you don’t mind coming back to my place, I could clean it up there? And I’ll teach you how to keep up with it this time.”

I guess not today, motherfucker.

“Coming to my rescue again. You must be in a hero course, huh, doll?”

His smile is so naturally disarming as he stands and offers his hand out before me.

“I don’t mind, if you’re sure you don’t. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable and I don’t wanna be a burden. I didn’t ask you out tonight for you to have to play doctor on me again.”

He seems so sweet, so genuine. Maybe he is broken, but everyone deserves kindness. He looks like he hasn’t seen much of that. And as cliché as it is, maybe I can help him. Maybe he can help me.

I slip my hand in his, smiling as flirtatiously as I can manage as he pulls me to my feet.

“I don’t mind. I was kind of hoping I might get to play doctor on you again anyway. Maybe you could even return the favor.”

I brush my fingers against his as our hands disconnect, taking a page from his own book and watching his expression as my skin glides against his.

Or maybe we could just do this. This works too. No muss, no fuss. But oh my goodness what if what I just did was weird and he’s not even interested??

His eyebrows rise for just a moment as he chuckles and glances down, still grinning as he puts his hands in his coat pockets.

“Well, sweetheart, I don’t know much about medicine, but I do know how to give a pretty thorough physical exam.”

Something twitched deep inside my belly as my breath caught in my throat and I damn near tripped over my own two feet as we started walking.

Thankfully, his reflexes were quicker than my inate ability to fuck things up and his good arm reached out to steady my frame as he stepped in front of me.

The delicious scent of his cologne mingling with remnant cigarette smoke nearly made me dizzy as my hands connected with his chest, now completely unable to ignore the muscles just beneath his thin shirt.

“You all right there, doll?”

Long, slender fingers find their way under my chin. His thumb just barely brushing the edge of my bottom lip as he strokes it over my chin.

His eyes are practically piercing mine as he carefully lifts my face to his. Who knew being in such close proximity to someone so beautiful could be this paralyzing.

Holy fuck. Forget fixing me. He can break me and I’ll probably thank him for it.

The strong hand on the small of my back threatens to rob me of my breath all over again and I have to fight to keep any semblance of composure in his arms.

“Yeah.” I tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear and will myself to break eye contact. “You always have girls falling for you this quickly?”

I pity laugh at my own joke, wishing my quirk was something that would allow me to disappear.

But then he’s chuckling too. It’s melodious at first, but then it morphs into a deep reverberation that sends all the right chills down my spine as I level my eyes with his again.

He looks like an enigma personified. His eyes look so gentle and warm, but his smile reads so sad. The words that leave his lips sound like both a warning and an invitation to my flushe red ears.

“Trust me, princess. You don’t wanna fall for me. I’m no good for you.”

Oh, but it’s too late for that.

[yandere-daydreams]

Todoroki shoto being a horny masochistic man-baby sounds very entertaining atm. the poor darling is so confused but she literally has no choice but to play along with his fantasy if she doesnt wanna get roasted alive (exaggeration™)

Is it, though? I like the idea of Todoroki being a serial-yandere, if that makes sense. He’d just burn through his Darlings so quickly… It almost hurts him more than it hurts them.

Title: Heat.

TW: Unhealthy Relationship, Possessiveness, and Delusional Mindsets. 

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Shoto’s presence came with a certain, undefinable heat.

It was worse now than it usually was. In the back of his valet’s car, one of his arms wrapped around your midriff, keeping you pressed against his side despite all the many seats that’d allow you more space to breathe, there was no way to escape it, no way to deny it. In his penthouse, you could position yourself near a window, a balcony, something that would supply you fresh air and a route of escape, if you were desperate enough to use one. At his parties, on your dates, there were other people, voices and faces that balanced out Shoto’s suffocating oppression with an unfamiliar levity you’d never known to appreciate. Here, the windows were shaded, denying you a view of the passing city, and the only other person was a driver hidden behind a plane Shoto would never willingly ask to lower. He said he preferred to be alone, most of the time. He claimed to like the tranquility of it.

More realistically, you knew he preferred you to be alone. It was a terrible thing to think of your boyfriend, but he’d done little to prove your wrong.

Without warning, his hold on your waist tightened, dragging you into his lap while its twin rose up to cup your thigh, guiding you to straddle his hips with more force than he needed to use. His grip was too tight, his touch too strict, but the smile soon stretched over his lips is nothing short of tender, warm, loving. Fond, but the sort of fondness a small child would have for his favorite toy. Only bordering on the affection a lover should show to their companion. You tried to return something more genuine, albeit still obviously manufactured. Shoto didn’t seem to mind, though, his eyes sparkling as he stared up at you.

He let a lengthy, quiet moment pass before he bothered to speak. It was a moment too long, and yet, you quickly found yourself wishing it went on for just a few seconds longer. “I missed you,” He whispered, his voice hushed, but not secretive. Meant to be heard, but only half-aware that it was going to be. “I missed you. It’s terrible - I thought I was never going to see you again.”

“I never left,” You laughed, cupping his cheeks and tilting his head back, brushing back his bangs away to hastily press a kiss into his forehead. It felt too rushed, too hurried, but you quickly reminded yourself that ‘impatient and eager’ was exactly what Shoto was looking for. He wanted to think that you were happy to dote on him, he wanted to think that you wanted this. You used to find joy in that, but now, it felt more like an obligation than a favor. “I’ve been with you all night, baby.” All night, all day. It would’ve been all morning, too, if you’d taken up one of his many offers to move in with him. He liked to monopolize your time, and you liked to refuse to let him. “You can’t miss me if I don’t leave. I was extra careful this time, too, kept track of how many people I talked to and everything.”

At that, he smiled, melting to your palm as his arms returned to your hips, drawing you closer despite the nonexistent distance between your chest and his. “It’s not the same,” He mumbled, simultaneous more coherent and less purposeful than he was, a minute ago. “I can’t focus on you, not while I know other people are around. I don’t like the idea of someone else looking at you like I do, and I don’t like it when you let them.” The words were passionate, but not aggressive. Something he felt strongly about, but nothing he held against you. “It’s distracting. They’re always staring at you like a pack of feral mutts… I feel like they’ll jump on you the moment I look away.”

He was being honest, unusually so. Most of the time, you looked forward to Shoto’s rare moments of vulnerability, but when he chose to so blatant about emotions so ugly, he wasn’t looking for your acceptance. He wanted reassurance. He wanted comfort. “That’s why I have to stay so close to you,” You tried, the sentiment lighthearted and non-commital. Devoted, but not nearly as devoted as he seemed to be. “If I have you to protect me, they can’t, and you’re always going to protect me, right?”

This time, he laughed. Rather than making the obvious promises and taking the excuse to hold you even closer, to cling to you even tighter, he opted to pull back, to slump against the leather bench and stare. Unblinkingly, unwaveringly, unforgivingly. You froze on reflex, attempting to remember anything you might’ve said the wrong way or let him misinterpret, but it didn’t take you long to realize Shoto wasn’t angry. If anything, he was pleased, grinning as he scanned over you, all teeth and sharp edges and awful, unspoken threats. His hands dropped to your thighs unceremoniously, and with even less pageantry, he caught your gaze, urging you to follow in suit. Urging you to try and pretend that you weren’t shaking at the thought.

“You’re so good to me,” He admitted, the confession breathy, more of a stray exhale than a proper declaration. It wasn’t the first time he’d said it and you doubted it would be the last, but he sounded satisfied, contented. As if he couldn’t think of anything more blissful than lying back and letting you shiver and tremble on his lap. “I want to take care of you. I’m going to take care of you. You’re going to let me, aren’t you?”

You nodded. You didn’t hesitate, nor did you try to keep your voice even enough to give a verbal response. Shoto didn’t mind, though, his grin only broadening. There was more space between the two of you now, and yet, your skin was starting to burn where it made contact with his. His might as well’ve wrapped his hands around your neck, thrown you into a bonfire on his own. That would’ve been kinder than dragging it out for so long.

“And that’s why I’m going to,” He went on, leaning forward. “Because you love me as much as I love you, and you’re not going to do anything to force my hand. I won’t have to hurt you, and you’re not going to hurt me.”

You flinched back, opening your mouth ask him what he meant, but his lips were on yours before you could, his fingers entangled in your hair and his free arm around your torso, rooting you in place, as uncaring as it was merciless. You knew you should pull away. You should shove him and kick and yell until he let you go, until he understood how fucked up he was and saw that you weren’t the submissive, simple-minded creature he thought of you as. You knew you should, you knew you could, and yet…

And yet, you strung your arms around his neck, kissing him back with the same ferocity he’d used, with the same ruthless flame. With the same urgency and neediness and desperation. It wasn’t hard to see why, either.

You never would’ve lasted this long if you didn’t like playing with fire.

[quidfree]

prompts,.,, fem tdbk and a date gone very wrong ? ❤️

ohhhh my god anon. pump this shit directly into my veins i love this whole premise let’s go. also all inspired by whatever the fuck horikoshi was doing in this 

just so everyone is on the same page here, it is not a fucking date.

it’s lunch. a singular lunch. people do that shit all the time. even katsuki does lunch, sometimes. she went to that semi-shitty diner place with kirishima that one time when the food hall was shut because some dumbass first year exploded into goo or whatever. and todoroki does lunch, too- her and deku were on some shitty lunch date like a week ago, as evidenced by deku’s even shittier selfie of them having a grand old time doing whatever the fuck they do alone.

fuck, not a shitty lunch date. a shitty lunch. whatever.

the point is lunch is a normal non-date thing people do, and the fact katsuki and todoroki are maybe not the usual suspects for it is just circumstantial. it’s not like they planned it ahead of time, or made some big thing about it. they literally arranged for it in public, so obviously todoroki didn’t think there was anything weird about it. and there isn’t! they’re both going to be in tokyo on the same day, and todoroki’s always happy for any excuse to spend less time with her old man, and katsuki sure as fuck wouldn’t turn down an opportunity to avoid her hag of a birth-giver for a few blissful hours, so when todoroki had very nonchalantly gone ‘oh, bakugou, we could do lunch then”, it wasn’t like she had any real reason to tell her to go fuck herself. like, yeah, maybe a year ago, on principle, she would have, but even katsuki can only take so much trauma-bonding before she resigns herself to the reality that she’s stuck with half ‘n half for life, one way or another, and she may as well suck it up and approach civility because said moron is determined to ignore her open malice until she plays along anyways. they’re... you know, whatever. friends. or something. jesus.

the point being that it’s not a date, and the fact that she’s getting increasingly annoyed at her limited wardrobe is just because she would have packed more shit if the crone hadn’t insisted that they ‘pack light’ so they could get cheaper train tickets for less luggage. it’s just annoying that she can’t wear anything that’s not screaming holiday.

it occurs to her as she sits and scowls at her suitcase that her mother has been watching her from the doorframe for some undetermined amount of time, which is criminal mainly because she’s a goddamn hero-to-be and getting snuck up on by anyone is a blight upon her good name. she tries to disguise the ego damage dealt by glowering murderously in her progenitor’s direction.

“what the fuck do you want?”

“you know,” the she-devil says, cocking a hip, “if you want to borrow something nicer...”

“i wouldn’t be caught dead in your shitty clothes!” katsuki snarls, which prompts the witch to immediately scowl back.

“watch your damn mouth!”

“watch your waistline! no way in hell are we the same size!”

“why you little-”

the interruption at least reminds her that she is obsessing over her clothes ahead of meeting todoroki for lunch, which is so humiliating it kickstarts her brain again long enough to grab some normal shit and get the hell out of there.

on the walk she checks her phone again. the previous day she’d had to bite the bullet and make the first move, todoroki’s infamously terrible communication skills making themselves known once more, and their ensuing conversation had been so mortifying she’d nearly cancelled all-together.

to: Half ‘n half

Yo asshole are we still meeting tomorrow or what

I’m busy as shit

from: Half ‘n half

Yes. TS

to: Half ‘n half

What the fuck is TS

from: Half ‘n half

I was signing off.

to: Half ‘n half

SIGNING OFF ON YOUR OWN TEXT

YOU THINK I DONT KNOW YOUR DAMN NAME

from: Half ‘n half

[Pin attached]

Does here at 12.30 work for you?

to: Half ‘n half

Yeah whatever

Don’t be late

And don’t think I’m forgetting the fucking signing off thing

from: Half ‘n half

Glad you can make time for mockery in your busy as shit schedule.

the venue looks like some rich person shit, which she semi-expected, but it means a lot of people give her weird looks as she makes her way inside, probably on account of the shorts and t-shirt she’s wearing if not her general vibe. some old woman actually drags her purse to her, which makes katsuki sorely tempted to bare her teeth and maybe hiss for effect, though she settles for scowling and shoving her hands in her pockets. it’s 12.27, because she wasn’t going to be late but being any earlier would have given off some dubious impression that she’s eager to see todoroki, except now she kind of wishes she’d just come for 12.30 because if there’s some reservation bullshit she gets the feeling she’s going to start fighting with the waiting staff, and then-

“bakugou,” todoroki calls, from inside, raising a hand with unnecessary formality. “you made it.”

“course i made it,” katsuki grunts, absolutely not relieved as she by-passes the suspicious looking waiter to join her outside. “think i can’t ride the damn underground by myself?”

todoroki is wearing jeans cuffed at the ankles and a white t-shirt on top of which she’s thrown on an open button-up with the sleeves rolled up, and she looks casual and normal and incidentally kind of like they dressed to match, but the important part is that she doesn’t look dressed up at all, so katsuki was totally right about the non-date situation, and also isn’t the only one totally underdressed for the shitty venue.

“you look nice,” todoroki says then, completely shattering katsuki’s brief moment of reprieve. “i’ve never seen so much color on you.”

katsuki almost chokes on her own tongue, but the worst part is that the asshole seems completely nonchalant about the weird as shit observation, focused on her stool as she takes a seat on the balcony. which- what the actual fuck? since when does todoroki issue compliments unprompted- of the non-professional variety, at that? and what the fuck does she expect katsuki to say now- return the compliment? say thanks? is this whole thing some kind of exercise in psychological torture?

well, fuck it. she can’t look like a little bitch just because todoroki said something inanely positive. two can play that game.

“yeah. you look half decent yourself. did you hire someone to dress you for the occasion?”

todoroki blinks up at her in surprise, which is totally a win and would make her more smug if she could stop feeling so weird and prickly all over. for a dangerous moment todoroki seems on the verge of blushing, but miraculously the world rights itself and the usual deadpan persists, one brow quirking up in completely feigned ineptitude.

“there was a compliment somewhere in there, so thank you, i think. i thought we were past this vendetta.”

“we’ll be past this vendetta the day you burn your piece of shit hero suit,” katsuki retorts, back on familiar ground, and relaxes long enough to squint down at the menu.

this turns out to be a mistake.

“the fuck? is this whole thing in french?”

“oh,” todoroki says, after a beat. “that makes sense. i thought my english had deteriorated.”

“are you- you didn’t know? you recommended the place!”

“it was the nearest place to our hotel,” todoroki defends, now having the decency of looking slightly put out. “coq can’t mean what i think it means, can it?”

“that’s chicken, asshole,” katsuki hisses, flinging the menu down. “great, now we’re going to have to flag down one of the shithead waiters and ask for a japanese menu. excuse me! hey! yeah, i’m talking to- what the hell, did he just blow me off? hey, jackass! you with the shitty mustache!”

“sorry about that,” todoroki interjects, when mustache asshole turns an offended stare their way. “do you have the japanese menu?”

“we only serve the food in its authentic form,” mustachioed asshole says, with frigid self-satisfaction. “might i suggest google translate?”

“might i suggest my foot up your ass, you shitty-”

“that’s fine,” todoroki says, in a flat tone that implies otherwise. “we’ll make do.”

the waiter sniffs pretentiously as katsuki thinks about all the ways she could beat his ass into next tuesday, running an aggravated hand through her hair when the wind rustles it into her face. she’d half expect todoroki to suggest they fuck off elsewhere, but when she looks back her way she finds an ill-boding gleam of determination in her eyes despite the impassive set to her face, and it’s a testament to how fucked in the head ua has made katsuki that she feels a sort of sick thrill of recognition at the sight. todoroki’s in stubborn bitch mode.

“i’ll have this,” todoroki says, sure enough, pointing to the most expensive item on the menu. “and also this. and one of those.”

the waiter’s eyes nearly pop out of his skull, and todoroki looks unfazed in katsuki’s direction, tapping pointedly at a sleek black and red credit card in her wallet. “bakugou?”

well, if endeavour’s paying....

“sure,” katsuki says, slowly, and then turns her meanest smile the waiter’s way. “i want the frog legs.”

mustache clears his throat, attempts condescension. “we don’t serve that here.”

“you’re a gastronomique restaurant,” katsuki says very loudly, as other clients turn to stare, “and you don’t have fucking frog legs? is this a joke? does this napkin say authentic french cuisine or am i hallucinating?”

“i can ask the chef,” the waiter demurs, casting a nervous glance at the muttering snobs nearby, and attempts an ingratiating smile. “anything else for you, mademoiselle?”

“what did you just call me?”

once the ordering debacle is over, todoroki slants katsuki what may well be an apologetic glance, vaguely contrite frown sitting pretty atop her usual dead-eyed stare.

“i probably should have read up on the place ahead of time.”

katsuki is well within her rights to chew her head off, she thinks, but food’s on the way and she got to yell at the asshole who gave her the once-over when she came in, so she’s feeling forgiving, even in the face of todoroki’s annoyingly doll-faced apology. the bitch really has to do the bare minimum and she looks like a fucking kpop idol.

“yeah, whatever. i always knew you were a shitty ops planner.”

todoroki, who is an asshole, looks relieved at her generous forgiveness for all of a second before she quirks a brow. “between the two of us, i only count one person who has actually spoken the words ‘shoot first, ask questions later’.”

“that was in a training simulation,” katsuki protests, outraged. “and you know damn well the actors were annoying as shit!”

“i did find them slightly too committed to the role,” todoroki concedes neutrally, which totally means she agrees with katsuki 100% and is being precious about it. katsuki scoffs.

“least the view’s decent.”

“the-“ todoroki starts, in weirdly confused tones, until she follows katsuki’s gaze outward and nods in understanding. “oh, the skyline. yes.”

what else katsuki could have meant she doesn’t fucking know: they’re sitting pretty in the middle of tokyo. the only thing the hellhole of a restaurant has going for it at this point is the cityscape.

todoroki stares out into the distance for a good long moment, and with the breeze her negligently loose hair whips this way and that, red and white blur where the two halves mingle. instinctively katsuki itches to braid it flat so it doesn’t tangle. if todoroki asked her she’d tell her to just cut her damn hair into a bob or something- it’s not like icyhot has any attachment to her princess hair, and she’s got the obnoxious bone structure to pull off any length. not that she’d mention this last part. or that she’s given it much thought. it’s just fucking obvious.

if todoroki could keep her mouth shut throughout the rest of the meal, it could be sort of nice. tokyo skyline, and companionable silence, and presumably edible food. worse ways to kill some time, and way less incriminating than anything that may be said otherwise.

“i think this is the part where we make small talk,” todoroki says instead, sadist that she definitely is, as katsuki grimaces feelingly her way.

“no, we don’t.”

“well, we don’t. but this is the part where we should.”

“i don’t even believe you can last a minute of small talk, icyhot.”

todoroki looks pensive, mismatched eyes thoughtful. “...how has your day been?”

“uneventful,” katsuki says, combative, and eyes her watch. todoroki does not give.

“this place seems nice.”

“you don’t even think that.”

“how have you been finding tokyo?”

“noisy.”

“the weather seems-”

“no.”

“you look nice.”

“you said that already, dumbass,” katsuki grunts, palms crackling with sweat, and does not at all read into the way todoroki makes a stupid little movement with her mouth that could ungenerously be interpreted as a pout.

“well, i meant it, so i’m saying it twice.”

“give it up, half ‘n half, just ask me about training.”

“...how is your training?”

“i did this thing yesterday,” katsuki starts, leaning back in her chair, and from then launches into a very technical and barely exaggerated retelling of the batshit insane stunt she pulled off with her quirk the day prior. todoroki’s focused attention is gratifying, in a totally platonic non-weird way- it’s just that her parents couldn’t very well follow why exactly said stunt was as insane as it is, but todoroki obviously can, and also there’s that thing with todoroki where pulling a reaction out of her ice queen act is admittedly more satisfying than most people. it has jack shit to do with the fact katsuki’s got a very minor complex about todoroki paying her her dues, and even if it did then that’s entirely fucking reasonable considering she still hasn’t forgiven her for the sports fest incident. 

it is a little weird having todoroki’s sole focus on her outside of hero shit, though. it’s not like they really hang out one on one outside of school or work. it’s kind of- unnerving. yeah. unnerving, to be making prolonged eye contact, todoroki’s expression intent but not intense the way she gets in fight scenarios, frowning lightly because she has resting bitch face but apparently genuinely interested. it’s kind of a relief that todoroki asks questions- moves them safely into a conversation, so katsuki’s not just sitting there talking and sort of dry-throated. fucking waiter, leaving them water-less.

it’s fine. they talk about training, and quirks, and then todoroki pushes her hair behind her ears and leans forward to demonstrate on a small scale this thing she’s trying to do where she melts her ice and refreezes it in rapid succession so it causes what is essentially ice rain, but there’s logistics and shit that need to be worked out for it to work the way she’s thinking it might, and katsuki knows her thermal shit so they start scrawling maths over the napkins, and then bicker over the finer points of first year chemistry, so when the food actually arrives to interrupt them todoroki’s startled blink is weirdly relatable, like she also forgot where they were.

the waiter’s there and gone before they’re really recovered from the brief misplacement, which katsuki registers only when she looks down at her empty glass.

“goddamnit- how hard is it to bring us water?”

“they only offer sparkling,” todoroki says, gravely, then outpaces katsuki’s disgust by placing her hand over her glass, ice rising before she switches hands and melts it down. “tell me if the temperature’s off.”

intensely mollified and trying not to look it, katsuki sips it. “’s fine.”

“okay,” todoroki says, faintly pleased, and tilts her head to look down at her food. “i have no idea what any of this is.”

“moron,” katsuki snorts, except it comes out way fonder than it has any rights to, and from beneath the convenient curtain of hair todoroki’s smiling a little, so she hastily stabs a frog leg and gets to eating before anyone gets any ideas.

the actual meal goes okay-ish. most of the stuff todoroki ordered is extremely pretentious french cuisine, and todoroki secretly has the culinary adventurousness of a five year old, so it befalls katsuki to impatiently attempt every dish and pronounce it edible before todoroki will deign to brave it. she’s still trying to bully an unyielding todoroki into attempting the weird bird soup thing when there’s commotion nearby. it takes the both of them approximately three seconds to spring into work-mode; katsuki’s on her feet poised for a fight before she’s even consciously thought about it, scanning her peripherals, and she doesn’t even need to look to feel todoroki unconsciously covering her back, cool sting of air signalling her quirk at the ready. 

the commotion turns out just to be some old dumbass choking, relaxing them both out of their stances as she falls back to let todoroki ahead. they’re both uber-qualified for first aid shit, but she’s self-aware enough to know even todoroki’s bland reassurances are usually preferred to her bedside manner. unfortunately, the whole entourage seems to be braindead, because they’re all crowding the old guy in a panic while he chokes, his wife in shrieking hysterics.

“oh, my god, he’s choking! he’s choking! sugar-plum, stay with me!”

“fuck me,” katsuki mutters, unethically thinking that she would personally prefer choking to being married to someone who calls her sugar-plum, but todoroki’s pushing ahead with implacable calm, so she trudges after her anyways.

“excuse me. excuse me. i need access to your husband.”

“who are you? don’t touch him! help! get this woman off my husband!” wailing hysteric yells, bosom heaving dramatically. katsuki is starting to suspect she poisoned him on purpose or some shit, because no way does anyone talk like that in real life.

“she’s a fucking qualified first aid provider, lady, shut up and let her through!”

thankfully, the woman seems on the verge of an outrage aneurysm, which drags her focus away from suffocating her choking husband to dramatically pointing at katsuki long enough for todoroki to duck past her and reach the guy as he turns purple.

“how dare you speak to me that way? who do you think you are?”

“ma,” chinless moron number one says, clearing his throat. “i think that’s one of those future pros from TV.”

“what?”

“you know, ma,” chinless moron number two adds, glancing nervously between them. “the one that explodes things. you know. from UA.”

katsuki takes great pleasure in watching recognition dawn in the old cow’s beady eyes, but in any event there’s a hacking noise and then the old man’s coughing out a bone into his plate as todoroki steps noiselessly back from the table.

“he’s fine now. enjoy your dinner.”

“god, that was gross,” katsuki says, as they ignore the woman’s sputtering and return to their seats. todoroki tilts her head. 

“not really. if he’d thrown up it would have been.”

“not the choking guy,” katsuki scoffs, casting a glance back his way. “his wife. talk about theatrics.”

“she seemed more afraid of us than her husband dying.”

“for good reason,” katsuki mutters darkly, spreading out in her chair. “i hate civilians.”

“i don’t think she recognised us,” todoroki counters, pensive, and absent-mindedly takes a bite of the weird soup before she screws her face up like a betrayed kid. “oh. you didn’t say it was sweet.”

the look on her face thoroughly distracts katsuki from asking what other reason the pearl-clutcher could possibly have to be so terrified at the mere sight of them; instead, she chokes back a laugh, stifling a grin. “what are you, five?”

“i don’t think i like this,” todoroki says, mournful, which makes katsuki grin harder. she can’t help it- todoroki looking stupid is her kryptonite. 

“then don’t pick a restaurant where you can’t read the menu, next time.”

todoroki’s midway to looking up, but for some reason her expression transforms instantaneously, which makes katsuki reflexively try to quash her amusement. todoroki always gets weird when she’s smiling. 

“next time?”

motherfuck. obviously she didn’t mean next time like next time, she meant next time like- hypothetically, in the future, when todoroki’s on a lunch date with someone else. a lunch non-date. she’s just about stopped sputtering furiously long enough to try and express this sentiment when it occurs to her that todoroki seems- pleased, one eye soft sky-blue when katsuki accidentally meets it, and that draws her up short long enough that she ends up just muttering lamely to herself. fucking todoroki. 

on the heels of this utter embarrassment, she downs the rest of her water, scowls in a neat 180 at everything in sight, and wonders for the first time in her life how the fuck extras get through dates. not that this is one.

it’s fine. they’re done eating, and no one’s died, and katsuki is no longer fifteen and thus mostly trusts her ego to lick its wounds and recover from the ordeal. even if they stick around for desert that’s only another half hour of this to endure. as long as todoroki doesn’t make any sudden moves they’ll be fine.

...the problem is, of course, that sudden moves are todoroki’s modus operandi. katsuki has not forgotten the bitch calling them friends on national television in the same breath that she was vociferously denying them being anything of the sort. in todoroki’s fucked up brain, they’re always ten steps ahead of whatever they actually are- considering katsuki’s come around to privately acknowledging she’d take a couple more stakes through the gut for the asshole, in todoroki’s world they're practically hitched.

platonically. platonically practically hitched. this is not a thing, goddamnit. no matter the weird looks aizawa’s been giving them, or utsushimi’s nefarious schemes, or the alarming cardiopulmonary condition katsuki’s been developing of late. she’s not some shitty yuri protagonist pining over the nearest female bishōnen in her vicinity.

admittedly if she was to pine over anyone it sure as fuck wouldn’t be some guy, but that’s besides the point, since pretty damn near every person on earth is just some guy by her standards, regardless of gender. the fact that todoroki is not one of said people is entirely irrelevant.

her internal irritation is so distracting that she misses the tremors nearby until entirely too late, by which point todoroki’s stupidly perfect brows raise an incremental fraction and she goes: ‘oh’.

when todoroki goes ‘oh’, some shit is about to go down. 

katsuki turns slowly with an impending sense of doom, and sure enough, the sight that greets her is so nightmarish she seriously reconsiders whether the entire day has been just that. 

“don’t freak out,” a giant building-sized deku booms, apologetically, as his hideous giant face stares at them. “it’s just a quirk thing.”

it’s probably a good thing katsuki has gone speechless with outrage, since it permits todoroki’s constantly composed ass to ask useful questions katsuki probably would have coated in a fair amount more threats and cursing.

“midoriya. i didn’t know you were in tokyo.”

“well, i wasn’t meant to be,” deku says/booms like a foghorn, as the restaurant clientele shrieks and stampedes behind them. his sheepish expression is even more punchable when magnified. “it’s a long story. it’s almost sorted out now, though. i just saw you guys from over at the NPA office and thought i’d come ask if you maybe wouldn’t mind lending a hand? i wouldn’t ask but there’s going to be a lot of cleanup and your quirks would be really helpful to-”

“we’ll do it as long as you shut the fuck up,” katsuki yells, to cut him off, massaging her temples. “the monologuing’s bad enough when you’re not about to burst my fucking eardrums, jackass.”

“oh, sorry! i’m trying to be very quiet but this body’s just hard to get used to- thank you so much for helping, i didn’t mean to come bother you on break...”

“it’s fine,” todoroki says, and then seems to realise that her monotone doesn’t reach midoriya’s giant-ass ears and clears her throat, raising her voice to a shout. “it’s fine. let me go deal with the bill and then we’ll go.”

“sorry?” midoriya whisper-shouts, craning his monstrous head closer to them, the sight of which will haunt katsuki for the rest of her life. “i can’t hear what you’re saying!”

“she said she’s going to go pay for our nice fucking lunch,” katsuki hollers, with no small sense of satisfaction, as deku winces and todoroki slinks off. “since you want to come crashing it like a dipshit.”

“sorry, kacchan!” deku begs off, flapping hand gestures creating enough wind to knock over a nearby umbrella stand. “i just thought it would be a lot of help if you came to oversee the fall-out- especially with the building damage-”

“we’re good,” todoroki announces, to katsuki, apparently having given up on matching her in decibels. she’s got that classic hero look on her face, already in work mode, but just when katsuki’s about to do the same and jump into action, the look wavers a little and she frowns vaguely awkwardly. “thanks for doing lunch.”

“huh?” katsuki stutters, thrown, and then scowls at nothing in particular, stalling. todoroki’s the one who paid, albeit indirectly- it’s typically weird of her to be all formal about it all of a sudden, leaving katsuki to attempt to wriggle them out of the awkwardness of the moment. “i didn’t do shit except show up and eat, weirdo.”

“it’s been abnormally hard to show up and eat in the circumstances,” todoroki replies, a little wryly, and more concerningly a little resigned sounding. which is just unnatural, because todoroki may have expanded her range of emotions considerably since first year but resignation is not on her usual roster, and there’s nothing to be resigned about unless she had some kind of vested interest in this whole fiasco playing out any better than it did.

which she didn’t, obviously. katsuki’s been through this. she chose the nearest possible venue and rocked up in jeans and a t-shirt, and- and why is the fact that todoroki never dresses so normally out of class only now occurring to her, again?

she’d said ‘i think this is the part where we do small talk’. the part of what?

“yeah, whatever,” katsuki says, automatically, as her brain plays catch-up, which is the excuse she will forever stick to for what leaves her mouth next. “should have known you’d be a lousy date.”

todoroki goes ‘what?’ at the same moment deku does, ten times louder and more bug-eyed, which reminds katsuki that 1) deku is still there, 2) deku is still as big as his martyr complex, and 3) deku is the fucking worst, and allowing him to trap her into friendship is somehow responsible for this, she’s sure of it. 

“can we go handle this fucking mess or what?” katsuki snaps, instead of screaming or breaking deku’s very large nose or maybe self-immolating in abject humiliation, hands erupting into explosions as she jumps onto the balcony railing. maybe if she throws herself headfirst into the debris she’ll concuss herself and turn amnesiac. 

“um,” deku is saying, when she turns a withering glare his way. “um, yes! yes! yeah! let’s go do that!”

so she jumps skywards, explosions blasting her high into the air, and very scrupulously does not look towards the sounds of slick ice forming just behind her until todoroki skates into her peripheral vision, hair waving flag-like behind her. ahead there’s a building with a crater clean through it where deku must have erupted from, though when she turns to comment she finds him a fair deal behind them, lumbering pace slowed further as he avoids stepping on anyone or anything along the streets. instead her eyes lock on todoroki’s where the latter is staring at her, face unreadable, and she bristles hard enough to disrupt trajectory, correcting course rapidly before she plummets into an office.

“what?”

“i’m a lousy date,” todoroki repeats, neutrally, over the wind. katsuki grits her teeth.

“and what about it?”

she’s bracing for a lot, but not the horrible, sickening eye-crinkle thing todoroki does, dark eye twinkling even as her expression stays carefully impassive. “you think you can do better, then?”

“hah?”

“next time,” todoroki intones, very precisely, and then dips ahead like a complete coward as katsuki goes a color never previously visible to the human eye, sifting through about fifteen emotions before she decides to stick to outrage.

“what the hell? you suck at asking people out, icyhot!”

“you don’t have to say yes.”

“what, you think i can’t do better than this mess? you’re on, asshole.”

“i look forward to it,” todoroki says, gravely, and then there’s a collapsed building to handle and shit to do and if anyone wants to ask why katsuki is so especially gleeful in blowing shit up they wisely keep their mouths shut. she just likes the job, all right.

(for the record, it’s still not a date until katsuki says it is.)