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AHHHHH! This has to be the cutest thing everrrr stoppp (⁎⁍̴̛ ₃ ⁍̴̛⁎)!!

Thanks to literally everyone that either reblog my writing, like it or just read it in general- love you guys lotsss (∩˃o˂∩)♡

I'll be sure to write as often as possible and expand my work in different fandoms + more work in the fandoms I'm already writing for.

Once again- THANK YOUUUUU!!!

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Cram Sessions

Izuku Midoriya x reader (NB)

Midoriya Izuku's eyes went wide when you approached him about studying together for the upcoming U.A. exams. A light blush dusted his freckled cheeks as he nodded vigorously, mumbling about how studying collectively could enhance everyone's academic performance. Little did you know, this angelic boy harbored a not-so-innocent crush on you.

For the next two weeks, you and Midoriya could be found tucked away in quiet corners of the library, pouring over textbooks and quizzing each other relentlessly. At first, Midoriya was a bundle of nervous energy, his emerald eyes darting anywhere but your face as you leaned in to examine his notes.

However, as the study sessions progressed, a newfound confidence seemed to blossom within the timid hero-in-training. Where he'd once stumble over his words, he began explaining concepts with clarity and conviction, his eyes shining with unbridled passion.

Midoriya proved to be an excellent study partner – attentive, inquisitive, and genuinely invested in ensuring you understood the material. He'd pause frequently to ask if you had any questions, hanging on your every word with rapt interest.

On more than one occasion, you caught him staring a little too long, his gaze drifting from the textbook to your face with an almost wistful expression. Midoriya would then start mumbling under his breath, a habit you'd learned meant his mind was racing at a million miles per minute.

Uraraka, ever the insightful best friend, couldn't resist teasing Midoriya about his not-so-subtle infatuation. During one of your breaks, she bounded over and plopped down beside you two with a mischievous grinder.

"Getting some extra 'tutoring' in, are we Midoriya?" she said with an exaggerated wink, causing the green-haired boy to sputter and turn beet red.

"W-we're just studying, Uraraka!" Midoriya protested, his freckles almost disappearing beneath his crimson blush. "There's nothing else going on, I swear!"

You tilted your head in confusion, missing the implication entirely, while Uraraka laughed and ruffled Midoriya's hair affectionately. The poor boy looked like he wanted to melt into the floor from embarrassment.

As Uraraka retreated with a parting salute, Midoriya groaned and hid his face in his hands. You placed a comforting hand on his arm, startling him.

"Don't mind Uraraka, she's just being silly," you said with an easy smile. "Now, where were we? I think I was understanding the physics calculations until that last practice problem..."

Midoriya's blush returned full force as you leaned over the textbook, your faces mere inches apart. Up close, he couldn't help but notice how your lashes fanned across your cheeks, or the entrancing way your brow furrowed when you were deep in thought.

Shaking himself from his daze, Midoriya took a steadying breath and launched into a thorough explanation, his nervous stutter slowly giving way to confidence once more. Your eyes lit up with comprehension, and you beamed at him with such warmth that he felt his heart stutter in his chest.

These study sessions, while academically productive, were also slowly becoming a form of sublime torture for the freckled hero. Every smile, every brush of your shoulders as you pored over the same book, Every murmured "thank you" as he helped you grasp a difficult concept – they all compounded the growing affection burning brightly within him.

By the time exams rolled around, you were fully prepared, thanks largely to Midoriya's tireless efforts and patience. As you exchanged bashful high-fives after the last test, he couldn't help but wonder what studying for the next set of exams might bring.

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Study Sessions

Bakugou Katsuki x reader (NB)

Despite his gruff exterior and tendency to lash out, Bakugo is actually quite knowledgeable when it comes to academics. He may yell at his friends for "being extras," but he takes studying seriously as part of his goal to become the #1 hero.

When you first approach him about studying together for the 2 weeks before a major UA exam, Bakugo's immediate reaction is to scoff and reject the idea outright. "As if I'd waste my time with an extra like you," he sneers. But there's the slightest tint on his cheeks that gives away his state.

You persist, however, insisting that you'll cover any areas he struggles with as well in exchange. Begrudgingly, Bakugo agrees, muttering something about you "getting in the way of his own studies."

In the quiet of the library, with just the two of you poring over textbooks, Bakugo's typical bravado melts away. You catche yourself stealing glances at him, admiring the determined furrow of his brow as he does his work, or when he's in deep focus trying to asses if you made any visible mistakes you could correct together.

To your surprise, Bakugo is an incredibly patient and effective tutor when he's in this mellowed-out headspace. He explains concepts clearly, using vivid metaphors that stick in your mind. "Imagine the laws of physics are the verbal lashings pushing you in the right direction," he says with unexpected wisdom.

There are even times when you manage to grasp an idea before he does, and rather than exploding in frustration, Bakugo simply blinks and asks you to walk him through it again. The shift in his usual demeanor is so jarring that you have to pinch yourself to make sure it's really happening.

When you nail a particularly tricky practice question, pride blooms in your chest when his crimson eyes read it over, a small nod of acknowledgement. "Not bad, (L/N)..." he mumbles, his voice softer than you've ever heard it. "Keep that up and you might not be such a dead weight after all."

There's an unguarded tenderness to the way he watches you work 1 week in, his usual scowls relaxing into the microscopic hint of a smile that makes your heart flutter in your chest. In these quiet moments, you catch glimpses of the real Bakugo hiding underneath all that bluster.

Of course, the blustery Bakugo inevitably resurfaces when your study sessions end and you return to the hustle of the classroom. He'll loudly berate you for taking so long or getting distracted. But you'll just smile to yourself, knowing you've seen the explosive boy's almost serene side.

As you leave the library, wondering how someone so coarse could also be so attentive and insightful, Bakugo watches you go in silence before regrouping with his friends.

By the time your test rolls around, you're prepared and confident thanks to Bakugo's tutelage. And while he'd never admit it out loud, there's a part of him that hopes you'll ask for his "help" again very soon. Maybe in the next terms exam.

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𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 🧷

"C r u s h , c r u s h , c r u s h ."

Bakugou Katsuki x reader - (NB)

• Bakugo's crush on you started innocently enough - he begrudgingly admired your work ethic and quirk control during training sessions. But then he noticed the way your (e/c) eyes squinted slightly when you concentrated, and the adorable crinkle of your nose when you were deep in thought, and suddenly his heart was exploding like one of his nicely aimed AP shots.

• Whenever you're in the vicinity, Bakugo can't help but sneak glances your way, only to whip his head around with a fierce scowl when someone (usually Kaminari) catches him staring. "I wasn't looking at that loser, you idiot!" he'll growl, tiny explosions sparking at his fingertips.

• Mina and Sero live for teasing Bakugo about his crush, much to his chagrin. They'll make over-exaggerated googly eyes at him whenever you walk by, or loudly proclaim things like, "There goes the love of Bakugo's life!" This inevitably results in Bakugo chasing them around, threatening bodily harm if they don't shut their "damn traps."

• There's a running bet among the class on when (or if) Bakugo will finally admit his feelings. Kaminari has money on "Never, he's too proud." Mina is convinced he'll blurt it out in a fit of rage someday. Kirishima just wants his bro to be happy.

• In the rare moments when Bakugo musters the courage to talk to you, he instantly reverts to a flustered, stuttering mess. His ears burn bright red as he tries (and fails) to act casual, inevitably resorting to angry yelling to cover up his embarrassment. "Quit staring at me like that, (L/N)! Don't you have better things to do than bother me?"

• Despite his gruff exterior, Bakugo is incredibly protective of you. If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, they'll find themselves on the receiving end of his explosive fury. He insists it's just because you're a fellow hero-in-training and he refuses to let his talents be outshone, but the class knows the truth.

• There's a notebook buried deep in Bakugo's room where he's meticulously analyzed all your quirk's capabilities, strong points, and areas for improvement. In the margins, doodles of your face and little explosions shaped like hearts decorate the pages. If anyone ever found it, he'd simply combust from mortification.

• During particularly intense battles or training exercises, Bakugo finds himself pushing harder than ever before, determined to impress you with his skills. Afterwards, he'll try to play it cool, like your presence had no effect on him whatsoever. But the glow of pride on his face when you compliment his power is unmistakable.

• You, precious reader, remain delightfully oblivious to Bakugo's inner turmoil. You see him as a passionate classmate and respected rival, making his crush on you all the more endearing (and frustrating) for the explosive boy. The rest of Class 1-A watches on in amusement, waiting for the inevitable explosion when Bakugo's feelings finally reach critical mass.

• No matter how much he growls and glares, at the end of the day Bakugo is an awkward teenage boy stumbling through his first real crush. And while his methods are unorthodox (and often involve yelling), his feelings for you are as bright and dazzling as one of his explosive blasts, lighting up the sky for all to see.

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"Staggered to meet you"

Neito Monoma x reader (F)

Neito Monoma swaggered into the Gym Gamma training arena, his blond hair perfectly coiffed and his U.A. uniform impeccably pressed. Flashing his trademark smirk, he scanned the crowd of students until his gaze landed on you - a relatively unremarkable member of Class 1-A.

"Well, well, if it isn't little (Y/N)," he drawled, sauntering over. "I was hoping to spar against one of the elite students today, but I suppose you'll have to do."

You narrowed your eyes as Monoma lazily twirled a lock of hair around his finger. His incessant teasing and constant attempts to rile up your class had become tiresome. But today, you were determined to wipe that smug grin off his face.

"Bring it on, Monoma," you retorted, cracking your knuckles. "Maybe you'll finally get that ego of yours knocked down a few pegs."

Monoma let out a derisive laugh. "My, my, such confidence! Though I can hardly blame you for being starstruck in my presence." He assumed a fighting stance, his eyes glinting with Challenge. "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you."

The match began, and almost immediately, Monoma's copied quirks gave him the upper hand. Bursts of fire scorched the arena floor as he unleashed a barrage of attacks. You dodged and weaved, biding your time as he continued his relentless assault.

Then, just as Monoma began to tire, you saw your opening. With a speed he didn't anticipate, you closed the distance between you, your fist connecting squarely with his chiseled jaw.

Monoma's eyes went wide with shock as he stumbled backward, tripping over his own feet and crashing to the ground in an undignified heap. The entire class erupted into raucous laughter and cheers as the great Neito Monoma found himself flat on his back, staring up at you in disbelief.

"Impossible..." he mumbled, gingerly prodding his soon-to-be-bruised jaw. "How could I, the elite Neito Monoma, be floored by someone from the inferior Class 1-A?"

You offered him a sarcastic smile and a hand up. "I guess all that ego finally caught up to you," you quipped, trying (and failing) to stifle a giggle at his ruffled appearance.

As the days passed, Monoma found his thoughts continually drifting back to that fateful sparring session. No matter how he tried to rationalize it, he couldn't shake the image of you standing over him, your (h/c) hair tousled and a triumphant grin on your face.

It was... oddly captivating.

He started noticing little things about you that he'd never paid attention to before. The way your nose scrunched up when you concentrated in class. The melodic lilt of your laugh as you joked with your friends. The confident sway of your walk as you strode down the hallway.

Monoma caught himself staring more than once, only to be met with a quizzical look or a teasing remark from his classmates. He tried to brush it off, but the truth became increasingly difficult to ignore.

Neito Monoma, the self-proclaimed "elite" who looked down on Class 1-A, had developed a massive, all-consuming crush on you.

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks one afternoon as he watched you sparring with Midoriya. You moved with a grace and power that

left him slack-jawed, and when you caught his eye and flashed him a lopsided grin, his heart did a traitorous little flip in his chest.

Monoma was officially smitten.

From that day on, his attempts to get under your skin took on a new, almost flirtatious undertone. He went out of his way to seek you out, always finding an excuse to be in your vicinity. Mundane things like watching you take notes in class or eat your lunch suddenly became fascinating displays worthy of his utmost attention.

"Eyes up here, Monoma," you'd tease whenever you caught him staring, causing his cheeks to flush a vivid shade of crimson.

His classmates mercilessly ribbed him about his not-so-subtle infatuation, but Monoma couldn't bring himself to care. He was a man on a mission - a mission to win your heart, no matter how bruised his ego became in the process.

After all, he reasoned to himself, a little humility was a small price to pay for the affection of someone as amazing as you. And if getting knocked down a peg or two was what it took, then Neito Monoma would gladly kiss the ground you walked on.

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"Letter to you"

Julian Devorak x reader (NB) (🥀)

Julian Devorak sat by the riverside, the gentle flow of the water a soothing backdrop to his whirling thoughts. The weight of his responsibilities as a doctor and magician in the bustling city of Vesuvia seemed to bear down on him, and the riverbank offered a rare moment of solitude.

With a weathered journal in hand, he poured his frustrations onto the page, the scratch of his quill punctuating each furious scribble. The worries that kept him awake at night, the doubts that crept in every time he tended to a patient, the loneliness that clung to him like a shroud – they all spilled forth in a torrent of ink.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Julian tore a page from his journal. With deft fingers, he folded the parchment into a small boat, running his thumb along the creases to smooth them. For a moment, he stared at the tiny vessel, a physical manifestation of the burdens he longed to cast off.

Taking a deep breath, he placed the paper boat into the river's gentle current, watching as it bobbed and drifted away, carrying his worries with it. A sense of lightness washed over him, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Days turned to weeks, and Julian found himself returning to the riverbank, time and time again. Each visit, he would write, fold, and release another paper boat, the simple ritual becoming a cherished respite from the chaos of his life.

Then, one day, something caught his eye – a tiny object drifting towards him, carried by the river's flow. As it drew nearer, Julian's heart skipped a beat. It was a folded parchment, not unlike the boats he had sent forth, but this one bore the unmistakable marks of having been handled and written upon.

With trembling hands, he plucked the paper boat from the water and unfolded it, his eyes widening as he read the words scrawled across the page. They were words of comfort, of understanding, as if written by a kindred spirit who had borne witness to his innermost thoughts and fears.

From that day on, Julian found himself engaged in a silent exchange, sending his worries downstream and receiving solace in return. The handwriting was elegant yet warm, the words a balm for his weary soul.

With each passing day, Julian felt himself growing attached to this mysterious correspondent, their empathy and insight becoming a lifeline in his tumultuous world. He found himself eagerly awaiting their responses, savoring each carefully crafted phrase as if it were a precious gem.

Yet, part of him hesitated to take the connection further. What if meeting the person behind the words shattered the magic they had cultivated? What if their bond, forged through the ephemeral language of the river, could not withstand the harsh light of reality?

Julian's heart ached with the desire to know them, to gaze upon the face of the one who had become his dearest confidant. But fear held him back, the fear of losing the one thing that had brought him solace in his darkest hours.

Then, one fateful day, another paper boat appeared, carried by the gentle current. Julian's hands shook as he unfolded it, his eyes scanning the familiar script.

"Dearest Julian, our connection has brought me more joy than I can express. If you are willing, I would be honored to meet you in person, to put a face to the kindred spirit I have come to cherish."

Julian's breath caught in his throat, his heart thundering in his chest. This was the moment he had both longed for and dreaded, the crossroads where their bond would either deepen or dissolve.

Swallowing hard, he made his decision.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the riverbank, Julian waited with bated breath. Doubts flickered through his mind like

fireflies in the gathering dusk. What if he had misread the situation? What if his correspondent was disappointed by the man behind the words?

Then, he saw a figure approach, silhouetted against the fiery colors of the setting sun. As they drew nearer, Julian's doubts melted away, replaced by a sense of awe that stole his breath.

Before him stood a vision of beauty, their features both striking and warm, their eyes shining with an intelligence and empathy that Julian recognized instantly. A gentle smile graced their lips as they held out their hand in greeting.

In that moment, Julian knew that his fears had been unfounded. This was no mere correspondence, no fleeting connection destined to fade. This was the beginning of something profound, a bond forged not just through words but through a true understanding of one another's souls.

As he took their hand, feeling the warmth and solidity of their touch, Julian felt a sense of rightness settle over him. No longer would he face the world alone, for he had found a kindred spirit, a partner to walk beside him on the journey ahead.

The river's gentle murmurs seemed to echo their unspoken promise – that no matter what challenges lay before them, they would navigate the currents together, buoyed by the love and understanding they had discovered in the most unexpected of places.

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Tiny : These will simply be fandoms I am interested in and know enough to write on whether it's a request or my own work.

P.s. Feel free to recommend anything I didn't watch.

ANIME : My Hero academia, Naruto, Bleach, A Silent Voice, Jujutsu Kaisen, Avatar (ATLA), Slam Dunk, Haikyuu, Violet Evergarden, Wotakoi, DBZ, Gintama, The Promise Neverland, Noragami, Monster, Heavenly delusion, My Little Monster, Death Parade.

MOVIES : Brave Citizen, Scream, Alive (kdrama), The Maze Runner, Harry Potter, How to train your dragon, Raya (ATLD), Spiderman: into the spidervers, Spiderman 2, Money Heist (2017).

WEBTOON : A Good Day To Be A Dog, Lookism, Your Letter, Ecstasy Hearts, After School Lessons For Unripe Apples, Super Secret, My Deepest Secret.

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TODORKI SHOUTO

1 - "From Stone to Solace" (🌧️🥀)

NEITO MONOMA

1 - "Staggered to meet you" (💮)

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

1 - "Crush, crush crush." (💮)

2 - "Study Sessions." (💮)

IZKUKU MIDORIYA

1 - "Cram Sessions." (💮)

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"From Stone to Solace"

Shoto Todoroki x NB reader

Shoto Todoroki, the son of the famous pro hero Enji Todoroki, also known as Endeavor, finds solace in the sprawling gardens near his family's estate. His father's relentless training regimen and the constant pressure to surpass All Might have left Shoto feeling more like a tool for his father's ambitions than a cherished son. The gardens become his sanctuary, a place where the harsh demands of his quirk training fade into the background.

One evening, after a particularly grueling session where Endeavor pushed Shoto to his limits, the boy wanders deeper into the gardens than ever before. His heterochromatic eyes, one turquoise and one gray, are downcast, his thoughts a tumult of frustration and loneliness. It's then that he stumbles upon a clearing he's never seen before, and in its center stands a statue that takes his breath away.

The statue is of a teenager, about Shoto's age, crafted from stone that seems to shimmer in the fading light. The figure's expression is serene yet determined, a stark contrast to the fiery rage Shoto often sees in his father's eyes. He approaches it, mesmerized, and for the first time in months, the weight on his shoulders eases.

Shoto starts visiting the statue daily. He sits beside it, sometimes talking about his day, his fears, and his dreams—dreams that don't involve being the number one hero, but of simply being happy. The statue listens silently, its unwavering presence more comforting than any words his father has ever spoken.

One day, after a morning of his father berating him for not mastering a new fire technique fast enough, Shoto runs to the statue. Tears sting his eyes, a mix of anger and shame. "Why can't he see me?" he whispers. "I'm not just his creation. I'm..." His voice trails off as he notices a pink flower nestled in the statue's eye. Gently, he reaches out to remove it.

The statue flinches.

Shoto stumbles back, his heart racing. Cautiously, he touches the statue's hand. The stone warms beneath his fingertips, color blooming from his touch like watercolor on canvas. He watches in awe as the transformation spreads, turning cold stone into living flesh.

The figure blinks, disoriented at first, then focuses on Shoto's shocked face. There's understanding in those eyes, a depth that tells Shoto this being has witnessed his struggles, felt his pain. It's as if all the words Shoto has spoken in the solitude of the garden have been absorbed by the stone, each whisper and tear etching itself into the very essence of this now-living being.

The statue—no, the person—tilts their head slightly, a gesture so human it makes Shoto's breath catch. Their eyes, once blank stone, now hold a kaleidoscope of emotions. Shoto sees in them the same turquoise and gray that greet him in the mirror each morning, a mirror of his own divided soul.

In those eyes, Shoto sees the reflection of his countless visits: his slumped shoulders after another day of his father's unyielding demands, the trembling of his hands as he tried to control the fire he feared would consume him like it consumed Endeavor. He sees the nights he sat here, moonlight casting shadows that seemed to dance with his own inner demons, as he questioned whether he could ever be more than the sum of his parents' ambitions and sorrows.

But there's more than just memory in this gaze. There's empathy, profound and unspoken. It's in the slight furrow of their brow, the gentle parting of their lips as if they want to speak but know that silence, for now, is more eloquent. This being hasn't just been a passive observer; they've been a silent guardian, a confidant who has held Shoto's secrets and fears within their stone heart.

Shoto feels understood in a way he never has before. Not the understanding of a teacher assessing his quirk's potential, or a sibling who can only watch from the sidelines. This is the understanding of someone who has been there, present in his darkest moments, witnessing not just his struggles but the quiet resilience beneath them.

A single tear slips down Shoto's cheek, half-frozen by his quirk, a physical manifestation of his internal divide. The once-statue reaches out, their touch gentle as they brush away the teardrop. Their skin is warm where it meets Shoto's scar, a warmth that seems to sink deeper than flesh, reaching the cold, wounded part of him that even his own fire couldn't thaw.

In this moment, in this clearing that has become his refuge, Shoto realizes he's no longer alone. The walls he's built, the persona he's crafted to shield himself from his father's ambitions and his own fears, they crumble under this silent, profound understanding. He doesn't need to explain or defend; he is seen, truly seen, for the first time.

As the sun sets, paintiThe figure blinks, disoriented at first, then focuses on Shoto's shocked face. There's understanding in those eyes, a depth that tells Shoto this being has witnessed his struggles, felt his pain. It's as if all the words Shoto has spoken in the solitude of the garden have been absorbed by the stone, each whisper and tear etching itself into the very essence of this now-living being.

The statue—no, the person—tilts their head slightly, a gesture so human it makes Shoto's breath catch. Their eyes, once blank stone, now hold a kaleidoscope of emotions. Shoto sees in them the same turquoise and gray that greet him in the mirror each morning, a mirror of his own divided soul.

In those eyes, Shoto sees the reflection of his countless visits: his slumped shoulders after another day of his father's unyielding demands, the trembling of his hands as he tried to control the fire he feared would consume him like it consumed Endeavor. He sees the nights he sat here, moonlight casting shadows that seemed to dance with his own inner demons, as he questioned whether he could ever be more than the sum of his parents' ambitions and sorrows.

But there's more than just memory in this gaze. There's empathy, profound and unspoken. It's in the slight furrow of their brow, the gentle parting of their lips as if they want to speak but know that silence, for now, is more eloquent. This being hasn't just been a passive observer; they've been a silent guardian, a confidant who has held Shoto's secrets and fears within their stone heart.

Shoto feels understood in a way he never has before. Not the understanding of a teacher assessing his quirk's potential, or a sibling who can only watch from the sidelines. This is the understanding of someone who has been there, present in his darkest moments, witnessing not just his struggles but the quiet resilience beneath them.

A single tear slips down Shoto's cheek, half-frozen by his quirk, a physical manifestation of his internal divide. The once-statue reaches out, their touch gentle as they brush away the teardrop. Their skin is warm where it meets Shoto's scar, a warmth that seems to sink deeper than flesh, reaching the cold, wounded part of him that even his own fire couldn't thaw.

In this moment, in this clearing that has become his refuge, Shoto realizes he's no longer alone. The walls he's built, the persona he's crafted to shield himself from his father's ambitions and his own fears, they crumble under this silent, profound understanding. He doesn't need to explain or defend; he is seen, truly seen, for the first time.

As the sun sets, painting the garden in hues of orange and purple, Shoto and his newfound companion sit in a silence that speaks volumes. The weight of expectations, the burn of his father's disapproval, the chill of his own self-doubt—they're still there, but they no longer consume him. For in this magical twilight, beside a being born from his own whispered truths, Shoto Todoroki finds a peace he never knew he was missing, a first step on a path that is uniquely, irrevocably his own.ng the garden in hues of orange and purple, Shoto and his newfound companion sit in a silence that speaks volumes. The weight of expectations, the burn of his father's disapproval, the chill of his own self-doubt—they're still there, but they no longer consume him. For in this magical twilight, beside a being born from his own whispered truths, Shoto Todoroki finds a peace he never knew he was missing, a first step on a path that is uniquely, irrevocably his own.

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Points you might wanna know

Don't mind asks/requests. It's fun for both ways so don't overthink it!

Reblogs are welcomed! (They help me have more of an audience, who wouldn't want that ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

Previously I mainly didd posts for The Arcana fandom but I still do others! I'm open to doing fandoms I know about.

I don't do poly requests (I'm no good :( )

Don't do +18 content for now. Maybe suggestive stuff? Maybe.

I don't accept any form of hate here, positive vibes only.

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1 - THE ARCANA

2 - MY HERO ACADEMIA

(will add more!)

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ASRA

1 - "I'll be waiting..." (NB) - ☁️

2 - " caught you" (NB) - 💮

3 - "it's always you getting hurt...idiot" (NB) - 💜💮

MURIEL

1 - "New years love" (NB) - 💮

2 - "prystin" - 💮🥀

3 - "it's always you getting hurt...idiot" - 💜💮

LUCIO

1 - "new year, new scheme" 💮

2 - " entranced fool" (pt1) 💮🥀

3 - "it's always you getting hurt...idiot" - 💜💮

JULIAN

1 - "A sober New Year" 💮🥀 💮🥀

2 - "it's always you getting hurt...idiot" - 💜💮

3 - "Letter to you." 🥀

NADIA

2 - "it's always you getting hurt...idiot" - 💜💮

PORTIA

1 - "You need rest too" - 💮🥀

2 - "it's always you getting hurt...idiot" - 💜💮

More coming soon...

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"it's always you getting hurt, idiot..."

The Arcana Group Snippet

POV : You usually get random scars and stuff and you don't really know where they come from to begin with (you're just clumsy like that I guess XD)

And one day you walk in and casually sit down next to your RO and do what you usually do (be it reading/start sketching/zone out/ect..) but the issue is, you're hurt and you either don't notice or don't give a damn. Hurt like a god damn stab wound and you still don't mind it somehow. Don't ask, ion know.

||Note: you will be addressed as "you" the whole time without mention of any gender specifications.||

|| Reblogs are welcome! ||

Special lines

Asra - "that's cuz it's bad!"

Portia - "it's you dummy! How'd you get hurt so bad!?"

Lucio - "LOOK AT MINE"-

Julian - "I'll be taking a look at scar number 947 for this year- and yes I had been keeping tally, love"

Muriel - "you got hurt again..."

Nadia - "And would that by any chance be anything medical-related?"

Valdemar - "...you honestly are foolish."

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Asra snippet

First thought would be about you ATM. The normality would still be there though as living together in the magic shop wasn't simple to begin with. Both of you have memorized each other's mannerisms at this point but this does not mean Asra is any less worried.

'Where?' Faust whispered to the magician as she poked and prodded at asra for an answer. One he did not have.

"I'm not sure." He admitted, sending looks at the door every few minutes. Faust's uneasiness was making him uneasy too...

'Look?'

He could go out to look for you but you both have had a conversation about how you could handle yourself and didn't need him babying you.

And he was going to respect that.

The shops bell began to ring. The one right above the door that signaled a customer has entered. Glancing once at the door, he started to calm down only to do a double take at your appearance.

"That's- are you alright?" He asked, eyes dead set on how your shirt's shade was getting darker around your midsection.

"Huh? Oh this?" You nonchalantly asked, raising your clothing up a bit to see it better for yourself. Something you haven't thought of doing. "Ah, that. Pftt, it looks bad right?"-

"that's cuz it is bad!"

'Bad!'

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Portia snippet

I would like to think Portia is the type to recognize stuff like self care and when it's needed only when it applies to others like the one where I wrote this lil babe. She's used to having things resulting from hard work as a normal thing but when it comes to a little scar on someone she cares for- mhm. You guessed it.

Taking a seat in your usual chair, you proceeded to loosen up, zoning out as your gaze lingered on the ceiling.

Was that small crack near the left corner of the room always there?

A sharp gasp earned your attention instantly as you hastily scanned the area before spotting Portia's concerned watch, making you concerned in return.

"Woah, are you alright?" You questioned as you checked for any clues of injury on the ginger before getting a flick across your forehead. "It's you, dummy! How'd you get hurt so bad?" She'd worriedly scold you as she moved to patch you up.

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Lucio's snippet

Honestly been mentally laughing at this while writing the other two cuz I know damn well-

The sound of footsteps drew closer to Lucio as he sat with his two dogs, Mercedes and Melchior, messing around with them for a bit.

You took a seat somewhat near them as you pulled out a chocolate bar, minding your own business as you watched the two dogs interact as usual.

Sensing your presence, the blond had peered over, taking note of the fresh scar on your upper arm.

"you had a fight ey? Nice scar there" He casually asked before stars began forming in his eyes as he launched to exhibit his scars too with a sudden burst of excitement "LOOK AT MINE"-

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Julian's snippet

I'd imagine him as being used to seeing scars and stuff and as much as he worries (which will be a LOT) he'll almost probably always be ready XD

Slipping through the door, you yawned as you began stretching before wincing. One peek at your stomach was enough to know the cause of the pain.

'....Anyways' you shrugged it off as you began to walk towards the kitchen to rummage through the fridge only to be lightly yanked back by your color.

"Let's take a quick seat right here" he began as he steered you towards a spot next to the table where the first aid kit sat as he continued "and I'll be taking a look at scar number 947 for this year- and yes I had been keeping tally, love"

The notebook waved Infront of your vision was enough proof to solidify that last statement.

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Muriel's snippet

Please don't even do this to Muriel, he's too precious for this ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽

When I say he would be concerned. Seeing people hurt isn't his fortae to begin with because of his experience from his past but someone he loves? He'd almost have a heart attack.

Waltzing into the cabin where Inanna had been laying, you found an empty spot on the couch and plopped down, a sigh escaping you as you made eye contact with the adorable wolf. You smiled at her and gave her a light wave but instead of trotting towards you like she often did, she had bolted out of the room after a prolonged staredown.

Not bothering to linger on it for too long, you shifted your focus to the anklet Muriel had gifted you a while back. It was simple enough for it to be nongender specified and still looked elegant on your skin even though it wasn't expensive and was handmade.

You still recalled how he had flushed profusely the first week he had shown it to you as you would not shut up about it. Mostly intentionally. He was pretty amusing to mess with.

A sudden burst of footsteps had you alert as you watched the door spurt open and Muriel come speeding in, Inanna right behind him.

"you got hurt again..." This was a statement more than an answer as he took note of your forehead, his face scrunched as his usual uneasy pout began to form as he scrambled to help as much as he could.

Inanna seemed to have ratted you out.

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Nadia's snippet

Nadia would- in my imagination- be that one civil yet mom-like individual in the group lol. She'd be concerned shitless but she'd still be able to keep a clear head even if you were... As dululu as not noticing a huge and painful gash >:(

Nadia sighed in relief as she walked into your shared private courters. Dealing with so many different duties was still difficult no matter how many years she was putting up with it. She often had you as a support recharger as your presence alone had made her ecstatic enough. So yay for that.

Speaking of you, where had you been the whole evening? She had wondered where you had been. You'd often run off but always appeared just before eight and it was way past that.

Settling at the edge of her bed, she had looked out the balcony windows at the dark sky. She hoped you were okay.

As if on cue you had clumsily Stumbled into the room. Full grin directed at the beautiful woman as you lightly apologized before gesturing at the bag of food in your hand "I got The Good Stuff"

"The... Good stuff..." She began, ignoring the delicious aroma coming from the packaging and focusing on the wound on your thigh. "And would that by any chance be anything medical-related?"

This seemed to make you laugh as you raised a perplexed eyebrow at her "why would I buy medicine. I'm not sick."

"if..." She began, soon losing hope of trying to reason. She learned off how you were and she was still surprised at how you seemed to baffle her nonetheless. Shaking her head as she attempted- and failed miserably- to hold back her fond smile, Nadia began tapping at the spot next to her, signaling for you to take the spot. "Have a seat here and I'll take a look at it myself."

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BONUS!

Valdemar's snippet

Yes. Valdemar. Fight me XD

This is quite a tricky one. I'd guess Valdemar would have to get used to you really well in order to have strong feelings towards you. Strong feelings such as heavy concern, enough to overpower their scientific urge to experiment with anything.

Tapping their tool on the freshly deceased palm-sized creature, Valdemar would sigh in frustration as they pushed the whole tray away altogether.

What was going on? This was strangely unusual for them. All the sadistic enthusiasm for experimenting with an interesting subject gone just with one thought overpowering them.

Where exactly were you? Last they heard was how you bragged about learning of a place that grew Kodama's. A specific and rare soul tree they lacked for a side venture and how you would be able to get it, even if the danger was cessation × a billion.

They had hoped that you had been jesting as the ticking clock detracted them. A reminder of how many seconds had passed since they last saw you.

A click on the door had prompted Valdemar to swerve around and see who walked into their private courters and low and behold, it was you with your adorable grin again.

"guess who found your kokoma'ams~" you slurred the sentence out unnecessarily while you dangled the packaged plant as you neared closer.

It was only when you came close enough that you took note of Valdemar facepalming.

"...you honestly are foolish." They began, ignoring the strange pace in their heart as you walked closer. You always made them feel a particular way and they could not recognize why or what it was, to begin with.

It didn't take long for them to notice the slash at your neck and another near your wrist.

"foolish?" You feigned shock as you set the package on the table and leaning on it for light support before continuing "i'm quite smart if you must know"

Rolling their eyes at your retort, they had begun to move you towards a chair, hauling their medical equipment with them. Sending a short questioning look at you, a smile began to creep up their lips as they whispered to no one in particular "How in the world did you manage to stay alive for this long?"

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NOTE: Asra is the mood of the day. Nothing more, nothing less.

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Muriel Edit

NOTE: Muriel hiding behind a dog to hide away from the mc in the start of his route and the dog casually getting up and walking away will forever be the best thing I've ever read lmao

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I'll just post random edits in different fandoms for fun when I'm too busy to be writing. I was actually planning on writing a lot but hIgH ScHoOl 👺

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