Another Day, Another Life(Tenya Iida X Villain!Reader)

Another Day, Another Life (Tenya Iida x Villain!Reader)

Fandom: Bnha / Mha  Warnings: Angst, amnesia, swearing, weed, coping with death, hallucinations  Words: 3,456 Requested by: No one, but requests are open!  Request/ Description: Casualties are expected in a war, but when a child dies no one is ready. No one knows how to react. The death of a teen can tear people apart, it can rip people into shreds to never be put together again, but is it better or worse if they’re not actually dead?

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          Toga was far from an ideal friend. She was clingy and rude, she talked too much and she cared primarily about herself. She was weird and difficult to get understand, and you never really knew where she stood. She wasn’t perfect, but having her was a blessing in disguise. 

“Y/n, we’re heading out, are you ready?” While she wasn’t perfect, she was pretty close to it. Himiko had a strange way with words, and she could always make the world feel smaller than it was. Her voice was like warm honey on a spoon; hazy caramel color and sweet, perfect for recovery.

“I’m ready, thanks for grabbing me,” Y/n wasn’t close to anyone. It was hard to get attached when the overwhelming threat of having friends ripped away from her grasp constantly loomed over her. She kept her distance, but it was hard not to get sucked into being friends with the blonde.

“Of course!” Her bright smile feels like it should be un-nerving, it holds malice and hatred, it’s the smile of a girl who has been rejected her entire life- but it almost makes others smile back. And so, Y/n’s face was covered with the rare grin; which had become scarce. 

“It really isn’t that big a deal, but Shigarki is getting trigger-happy. We should hurry, I’m pretty sure Dabi will set his hands on fire if we don’t leave soon!” Her voice dripped sugar, and Y/n found herself hurrying. She put her phone into her side pocket, and she secured her outfit. 

The pair walked out of Y/n’s assigned room, and they made their way to the group scattered around the bar. “I thought you all were ready? Let’s get a move on!” Y/n said, there was an unusual lightness to her tone.

The group had started to pass through the given portals Kurogiri had made for them, and one by one they stepped through. In the end, only Dabi and Y/n were left standing with the tall void-like man. 

“Hey,” the gruff man had grabbed a hold of Y/n’s y/s/c arm, and he had lightly pulled it back.

“What’s the deal, Dabi?” She asked, not rudely, but he could tell she didn’t appreciate the physical contact. They were far from close. When Y/n woke up, Dabi could tell something was off about her. Not wrong necessarily, she just had a very unique vibe that he felt was oddly familiar. 

“It’s just...” he sighed and shook his head, “Nevermind. It doesn’t matter.” 

Whatever it was that Dabi was going to tell her obviously didn’t matter that much, so she shook it off and went through the portal. 

“You feel it too, don’t you?” Kurogiri looked him in the eyes with a knowing gleam in his eyes.

Dabi nodded and walked through the portal- it would be cruel to tell her- he decided as soon as he saw her laughing with Toga. She has no memory of it, and she just recently started to act like herself again, why would I ruin that for her?

Amnesia was a tricky situation for anyone to deal with. It was dangerous to the person suffering from it, due to how trusting and gullible they become- but it is significantly worse for those of them who have their memories of the victim intact.

Dabi was one of those lucky people- so is the majority of the other people on the team. They can all think back to at least one memory of the spunky girl they have grown to care for. She was always so strong, yet somehow she was always overshadowed by her over-zealous classmates. Those stars that tried to outshine her magnificence- Dabi could only hope they would burn out soon.

He had been one of the first to meet the girl, and boy was she hard to forget. If her physical appearance didn’t grab his attention- her striking y/e/c eyes and flawless y/h/c hair- her quirk definitely did. 

GateKeeper was a well-known up-and-coming hero and student at UA’s school for future hero’s, she was the receiver of the most interning opportunities, and she was respected by almost everyone. Named after her quirk, GateKeeper- or rather, Y/N, is able to access the gates between different planes. 

She can visit the gates of hell, she can see the holy light of heaven, she can see the Mormon’s different kingdoms and the fields of Aaru. She can walk along the banks of river Styx with those about to be reincarnated. 

She can see spirits or those who have passed, and she can comfort those who have lost love ones. With this power, she has been given the ability to have the power of those who have died where she is standing. She can call on the remaining spirits to help her, and she has the power to reap souls. 

Dabi had spent countless hours thinking about the girl who froze him in place- she showed him his worst fear and didn’t bat an eye. She was fierce and protective of all the other students, she stood in front of them and, with her small undead army of soldiers who could never move on, defended them till her last breath. If only she had died.

The fight hadn't lasted long, the pros took out most of the b-tier criminals, and the students were fighting here and there. With All-might out of the picture, it was anyone's guess how the fight would go.

Who would have thought that a single girl who wipe the floor with them? Ahh yes, in a flash of light she managed to subdue the vast majority of the villains, if only she hadn’t lost consciousness- then maybe she wouldn’t have been snatched away so easily. 

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It was hard to believe that Iida would skip school. For the first handful of days after the attack, he dragged himself to his classes- half-conscious and unwilling to be aware of his surroundings.

Eventually having to push himself to get out of his bed- let alone go to school- grew too much for him. He settled with walking to the canteen when everyone else was out to get food before going back to his room. 

He was never one for dramatics, but Iida knew there was nothing he could do. He had failed her, the love of his life slipped through his fingers- never to be seen again.

Day after day he listened to a voicemail left months before the incident- he was never happier for his phone to be dead than when he knew he could hear her talk to him again. 

And while Iida had his outlet for his sadness, his classmates were going more and more concerned with every passing minute. 

Midoriya would double take when he heard her voice through his wall, and, silently, he would press his ear against it just so he could make-believe she was still with them.

“Hey, Tenya! I guess you’re busy huh? Haha! It’s so weird to talk to your voicemail- I’ve never had to before. Well, I miss you! Remember that just because it’s Christmas and I’m not with you doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to celebrate with your other friends!

I just want to remind you how much I love you! You are such a great boyfriend, and I’m glad that you’re mine. I was planing on FaceTiming you while we have Christmas dinner, but since I can’t I guess this will have to do~

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening?

In the lane, snow is glistening

A beautiful sight

We're happy tonight

Walking in a winter wonderland

Gone away is the bluebird

Here to stay is a new bird

To sing a love song

While we stroll along

Walking in a winter wonderland

In the meadow, we can build a snowman

We'll pretend that he is Parson Brown

He'll say, are you married?

We'll say, no man

But you can do the job when you're in town

Later on, we'll conspire

As we dream by the fire

To face unafraid

The plans that we've made,

Walking in a winter wonderland”

She cleared her throat and laughed a little, “That was really awkward, but I hope you’ll accept my mini Christmas gift! I’ll wait to open the one you got me until I’m with you again. I love you Tenya, merry Christmas!”

Once again, the shrill ring of an ended voicemail echoed through his room. Wiping away a stray tear- Iida sat down at his desk.

Everything had been going so perfect, everything was going exactly to plan. His brother had been in recovery, they had been going smoothly, classes had finally declared winter-break, and then... everything fell apart. The storm had been brewing, and brewing, and then it came- and then it destroyed everything in its wake. 

It’s hard to accept a loss that you didn’t see happen. He didn’t get the goodbye, or the I’ll never let go. There was no body to hold on to, no one in the casket which was lowered to the ground. Nothing to show that his lover was gone- only the empty dorm room and phone number that gave no answer. 

The school had opened it’s doors during winter break for all the students and parents to come. Some of her closest friends only ever saw her in the hallow walls of UA, and now they didn’t have the chance to see her anywhere else.

There was really no good way to deal with it. ‘It’. Iida despised that word now- ‘it’ was the only way people described the death of his girlfriend. As if death was a taboo word, ‘it’ was all people talked about and yet their words meant nothing. 

Tenya was doing his best- fighting every single fucking day at a time. He hated what he had turned into. He hated the state of being that he devolved to be. Every trait she adored about her boyfriend diapered.  Failing to go to class and snapping at those that came close enough to bother him. He had always gotten cold when faced with misery, resolved and retreated in himself- he had never seen himself as someone who would take up smoking to feel better.

Weed always seemed so far beneath him, it felt like something nothings did to feel better about themselves instead of working hard at bettering themselves, but now even Denki wasn’t eager to help him. Last time he visited the blonds room Kaminari rejected him, saying that he wasn’t getting high in the right way and that he was worried Iida would become a drug abuser with how things were turning up. 

Tenya hated himself more that night. He hated himself and he hated everyone else. He hated Uraraka, who coped with baking Y/n’s favorite cookies and eating them to the movie they would watch during their own girl’s night. 

He hated Momo too, she still got straight A’s and seemed to be just fine- pretending like we didn’t hear her obnoxious sobs at two am. He hated Mina too- she had no place wearing Y/n’s hoodie to school everyday. It was a shitty thing to do. 

He’s pissed at Deku as well- Midoriya the hypocrite. Knocks on his door every day with his missed classwork and with his judgement, pressuring him to leave his room. Everyone knows his grade’s have gone down since her death so who is he to talk about attending class. 

He hates Bakugo, who only ever yelled at her even when she joked around with him- who’s words she laughed at but really made her drown in her insecurities when she was suppose to be secure in her boyfriends arms. Fuck Bakugo, for glaring at her empty seat next to him like he didn’t openly mock her when she got a grade lower than him. Fuck him for screaming at 3am and breaking the school punching bags. Fuck him for feeling bad after hurting her. Fuck him for being her friend. Fuck him for giving a shit. Fuck everyone.

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Aizawa sighed once he sat at his desk. Classes would start in half and hour and he was still crying. His silent tears burned down his cheek and all he could fell was the raw aching in his throat and the headache that felt like it was killing him slowly. 

He saw it then. In that classroom starring at her desk, he can see it happening. 

The cold breeze had moved his hair into his face, giving the villain a second outside of his hold. One second- yet it was long enough for him to disappear into the ground. 

“Dammit,” he hissed, looking around him. 

He heared Mic’s screech at a crowed of them on his left, and the majority of his students stood tall on his right. Everything was chaotic, but a Nomu appeared from the forest line everything exploded. 

He felt a familiar chill crawl over his skin, signifying Y/n using one of her ultimate moves ‘Fallen Heros’. AS what looked like hundreds of dead warriors of different generation’s rose from the ground- some in modern military uniform and others in ancient armor- and surrounded the giant Nomu. 

More appeared- in uniquely them outfits. They were the dead pro-heroes, the ones who passed during a fight they’ll never get to finish. The ones who either dine at Valhalla or will never be at peace after failing. 

A woman with black hair flew as she fought- with more ease than the others that were in spirit form. It was safe to assume that this was her quirk. The other that sent momentary shock waves through the gathering was Sir Nighteye, who waisited no time wiping out the waves of villains. 

Aizawa took notice of Y/n’s body floating in mid-air. The cost of her quirk- she had to keep note of all those she called upon. If one of the fallen are out of her sight for too long her body replicates what the dead’s went through, and she would eventually die from the injury. 

The dead soldiers ended the battle very suddenly, and, as their spirits returned to the afterlife, a large explosion of dust swallowed the crowed. 

Once they could all see, and the hectic environment calmed, Iida’s voice cut through the air. He was screaming as loud as he could, frantically running around the field of people. 

“Y/n!” He had shouted, his voice becoming horse. “Y/n!” Everyone became deathly pale and still as the horror of realization came upon them. She was gone. 

“Y/l/n?” Aizawa had shouted, starting the shove peoples shoulders to get to where she was. 

“Y/l/n now is NOT the time to play games!” He had hopefully prayed. His face fell along with his voice as he made it to where she had been floating. A scorched square of land had taken her place. 

His mind tried to go back and see the rose dead she had summoned, he looked frantically for a scorched soldiers face, but he couldn't find one. Even then it wasn’t hard to guess at what had happened.

No one near her had heard her screams, but with the noise coming from everyone in the dust storm, it would be unlikely that they would have been heard whether she screamed or not. 

He was right there. He saw her. He was less than three yards away. How did he let this happen?

He remembers looking around for a corpse of a soldier, but he wondered if, with Y/n dead, they would be able to live anyway. 

He pinched the bridge of his noes, wiping away the pools of tears from his stinging eyes. Rubbing them with his palm, his vision blurs when he looks up. Yet, even with the lines blurring, what he sees is unmistakable.

“Y/n?” He asked, seeing her figure sit on the top of her desk. 

“Calling a student by their first name,” she teased lightly, “how unprofessional,”

“Are you...” he stopped and starred at her, “Are you really here? Is this a part of your quirk?” 

“C’mon Eraserhead, like I would know. If you’re right then you’re right. If you’re wrong then I’m just a fixation of your brain and I wouldn’t know it,” She tried to reason, hopping off of her desk. 

“Damn... you’re right. I’m going batshit crazy,” he sighed, closing his eyes again.

“So,” Y/n smirked, walking up to his desk and bending over, placing her hands on her locked knees, “Wanna talk about why you’re fantasizing about your dead, female, super fucking hot, student?”

He groaned out annoyed and clawed at his eyes, “Why the fuck is that happening? I hate that, I hate this, cut this shit out!” He shouted, pushing his hand into his covered corneas. 

“What shit out?” Hizashi asked, stepping into his classroom.

“Nothing Mic, just overthinking,” he responded, slamming his eyes open looking for his student. 

“Alright Shouta, just remember that I’m across the hall if you ever need to talk,” 

Sighing once he noticed Y/n had vanished, he wondered if this was confirmation that he was hallucinating. Needless to say, Y/n definitely responded to her situation exactly how he would expect her to when she figured out her action’s had no consequence- like a little shit who needs to be put into detention. 

God, even thinking that last sentence made Aizawa feel dirty. He’ll definitely need to scrub his skin red after that. 

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Breakfasts in the mornings have changed a lot since school opened back up. Y/n was always made a plate of food and a drink every morning, it varied in who made it every couple days. No one vocalized what the food at her usual spot on the couch meant, but it was an unspoken rule that it would stay undisturbed. 

No one was entirely sure who cleaned it up when they were in class. They were pretty sure it wasn’t Iida, the seat was clear even when he was in class with them. 

Everyone missed her voice in the mornings. Whether she was complaining about late nights (to which Denki or Mina would yell get some in her direction after) or she was cracking jokes to help wake everyone up, her voice still rung in the air leaving a hole of silence where it once was. 

People’s sentences often drifted off half way through as their eyes caught themselves on her corner seat, where she once curled up into half a ball as she placed her plate of breakfast on top of a throw pillow. 

As people would shuffle off to class, everyone would throw a look over their shoulder and give a moment of their time to the friend they would never get to see again. 

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Taking one more look at the lock-screen of a phone she couldn’t unlock, she wondered who it was on her screen. A boy with strikingly unique features had white ice cream smeared from his noes down to his lips, and a small smirk was percent on his face. Lights from a Ferris Wheel and fairy lights lit up the dark night sky behind him, and what looked like her knuckles were in front of the camera, showing their interlocked fingers. 

It was a cute photo, but it was so foreign to her it made Y/n wonder if the phone was even hers. She sighed after staring at the keypad, asking for her password. The face id had been disabled after it shut off, and all she could do was hope she would remember what is was.

“You okay?” Toga asked, placing a hand on Y/n’s shoulder. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she responded, taking in the forest clearing Toga had taken her off to, splitting off from the rest of the group. “What are we doing here Himiko?”

“The other members want to know how much control you still have over your quirk. They thought I would be the best person for you t be around when we do this,” She explained, a soft smile on her face as she explained. 

“Huh,” Y/n had a few thoughts running around in her mind, “Shigiraki didn’t want you to tell me did he?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?” She teased, a wide smile on her face.

“I dunno... it felt like someone whispered it in my ear, if that makes sense?” 

“Who knows, that could be one of the parts of your quirk,”

“What exactly is my quirk?” She asked, glaring at one of the birds near them who had grown to be too loud. 

“It’s kinda hard to explain. The easiest way that I know how to explain it is that you’ve got a strong connection to the dead. You can talk to them, visit them I think, and most importantly you can summon them to fight for you,”

“Fight for me?” Y/n echoed. She wasn’t quiet sure why, but that phrasing felt weird... it almost felt off... 

“Yup!” Himiko cheered, bouncing slightly. 

“Alright,” Y/n sighed, shaking her arms, “Let’s give this shit a try,” she declared, moving her arms slowly from beneath her hips, struggling to get them above her waist.

In front of her, a muddy figure rose from the ground, it’s shoulders cracking as it took a deep breath of clean, fresh, air.

Doesn’t Hurt pt. 3

Tokoyami x Reader, Bakugo x Reader, Midoriya x Reader Warnings: Angst with a happy ending Requested by: @hains-j , @encryptedheartz , @nitricflame and an Anon who made me cry from being too nice, I love you all! Thank you so much for liking my writing, it fuels me to keep going

Part three to Doesn’t Hurt, where Y/n finally understands what a relationship is, and birds don’t belong to be locked in a pretty silver cage

AN: Death to Y/n (No y/n usage)

!Please Read!:   Part One   Part Two 

Edited: feb. 29 2024

          They say that the heart was made to be broken. It was stuffed down your throat in every bad poem you’d had read, in every story that never knew when enough was enough, it was a bitter pill that was overused. And yet, it had slowly started to make sense.

As you laid down in bed with Katsuki by your side, you could feel ice start to form over your heart. It was like frost over a window, and it took less than an hour for the cold to be all you could think of. Why am I so cold, when I used to burn for you?

You’d spoken to Fumikage again the night prior, and it was almost like your mouth became a faucet, and the droplets of words turned to a steady stream which couldn’t be shut off.

He had you inside one of his largely oversized sweatshirts, and you couldn’t have stopped yourself from leaning deeply into his heat.

“You’re so warm,” you’d whispered, leaning into his shirt-covered chest. It vibrated heartily as he chuckled. You’d gotten used to each other’s presence, and, while it had taken a long time, things were so comfortable the first names just seemed to flow. After all, how long can you stay acquaintances with someone you’ve shared a bed with? 

“You know you’d be a lot warmer if you dressed for the weather,” he’d whispered; it hadn’t taken long for Tokoyami to figure out that his new midnight friend was shocked by loud noises. He had many theories as to why, but he never had enough evidence to feel comfortable asking you about them.

“Why would I do that if I have a personal furnace with me?”

“Hah! Sometimes I think that’s the only reason you keep me around,” he teased her rarely, but when he did it would catch you so off guard that you would have trouble getting serious again.

 “No- I keep you around because you’re the only person I think I can really talk to,” you had looked up at the stars, oblivious to the stares he’d leveled on the back of your head. 

If only he could tell you how he felt, he would cherish you like the muse he knew you truly were- he was so much better than the evil spirit you associated yourself with. But, for now, he would have to disguise his compliments as well as he could with friendship.

“You were breathtaking during your presentation today,” 

“Oh! Uh- thank you, Fumi! That means a lot coming from you,” a smile had taken over your face, and it was as bright as the stars you oh-so admired. 

Tokoyami loved it when you smiled. He brought his arms around both of your bodies, and he pressed them closer together, as he rested his forehead on the top of your head, leaning slightly to the side as to not hit you with his beak.

“Aww,” you cooed at him and nuzzled closer to his chest, “someone’s feeling awfully brazen tonight.”

“No, not brazen. Just cold,” He lied. He hated lying, but he couldn’t exactly tell you the truth now, could he? What would he say? ‘I know you’re in a relationship, but I think I’ve fallen so deeply in love with you that if you told me the sky was green, I’d believe you without a second thought, and I’m worried you don’t know how much power you hold over me,’ 

You would freak out, and he’d never be able to hold you again. You would stretch your wings and fly away, as you were already hovering just out of reach. He knew it was wrong, it’s immoral to covet another person’s treasures, but when they treat them like paper-weights, is it truly wrong to try and save them?

He kissed the top of your head, “You’re too good for anyone,”

“Are you anyone?”

“I don’t know, am I anyone to you?”

“This seems like a dangerous game,” you had sighed and turned around to face him. You knew that the moment you looked into his poisonous eyes you’d be hooked. His eyes wouldn’t let you go without a struggle. 

“You’ve never been one to walk on the path of easy decisions and smooth pavement,” he challenged you, daring you- begging you to say something, anything to prove he stood a chance. 

“I don’t know. I feel like I’m taking the easy route in almost anything I do nowadays,” 

He grabbed your hands and held them in his own, “You’re hurting, it’s natural to shield yourself from anything that could harm you further,”

You were rarely left speechless, but with his intoxicating words and deadly eyes, it was hard to form a response worth saying.

“I’m starting to think you’re a bad influence,” You whispered, and you put your noses together.

“Believe me, that was never my attention,” he tilted his head lightly, and he was so close you could feel his breath on your lips; you were sure he felt the same.

You looked from his beak to his eyes. If he had lips you doubt you could have have been able to resist kissing him, but you was given the opportunity to second-guess yourself. 

His crystal eyes shined through the clouds, like the beacon on the pier, they always seemed to beckon you closer. They dared you to sail towards them, it was almost like they held the secret to the world.

“I can’t kiss you, Fumi,” you whispered. You eyes had clenched shut, as you tried to stop the tears that were beginning to show themselves. You can’t do this, this isn’t you.

“Why not?” He asked, his heart was falling apart, and it felt like he was being burned.

“I can’t leave Katsuki, he’s done nothing wrong,”

“He’s done nothing right,” he interjected as soon as you finished talking. “You shouldn’t stay with someone who makes you doubt your worth,”

Your phone rang from inside you dorm. You ducked under his sweatshirt and sighed. 

“That’s him, isn’t it?” He asked. He wasn’t mad, just very frustrated. 

“I think…” You looked away from him, “You should go to your room.”

You left him on your balcony, and you answered your boyfriend. He watched as you shut the door, you didn’t lock it. Did she want me to ignore what she said and go in? Was this a test? Or did she really want me to leave? 

“Dammit!” He huffed before going up to his room. Why did he have what he wanted, what he deserved? Bakugo couldn’t keep you, does he not see how sad you are with him? A real man would leave on his own.

That night, four people cried themselves to sleep. A prince who lost his princess before he even had the chance to pull out his sword, a storm that destroyed the peace-wrecking everything it touched, a lighthouse that only wanted to guide the lost back home, and a white dove that couldn’t stretch its wings- forever trapped in her cage. 

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Bakugo’s hand rested on your waist as he slept. You had been watching a movie before he passed out, and he was un-budging. It always shocked you, how he used to keep you so warm.

He would hold you in private, as soon as you had a moment alone he would squeeze you tight like he never wanted to let go. It was such a powerful hug, that it almost hurt to let go. You had loved those hugs. 

Now there were no hugs, no stolen moments. Now he watched you freeze hogging all his warmth for himself. 

Could it be… that he gives his warmth to somebody else? No- you can’t think like that, Bakugo’s not a heartless cheater. He’s not you after all.

But was it cheating? Was it wrong? When Bakugo destroys everything you has created, how can you not learn to lean on the eyes that watch over you?

A soft groan snatched your attention. You looked over to the blonde boy, and he seemed to be stirring in his sleep. You quickly relaxed your body and shut your eyes.

He peered through his eyelids and reached out, running his fingers up your hip and the side of her torso and back down following the natural bend. 

“Babe, I’ve got to go,” he voice was so smooth, he was so close to having complete control over you, and he would never know. 

You hummed in response and stretched reaching your arms up. “Do you have to?” It came out as a whisper, and it was so soft that Bakguo’s heart fluttered hearing it.

“It’s past curfew,” He responded, getting out of bed and grabbing his school bag and jacket, which had been tossed on the floor when they were prepping for the movie.  

It’s now or never, girl! You’ll never get this chance again! 

“Katsuki?” You called out, almost regretting it when you locked eyes with him.

“Hm? What?” 

“I uhhhh,” Don’t lose your nerve, “I want to go on a date tomorrow!” 

“Sure,” He offered, has he always been so casual?

“Really?” It was hard to hide the surprise and disbelief in your voice, but your not entirely sure what you were expecting. 

“Yeah, of course. Why not?” He threw back, as he walked to the door. “Where do you want me to take you?”

“Somewhere sweet. I’d like to be able to hold your hand, so we could take the train across the region?”

“Anything for you. Goodnight babe, be ready by 6 tomorrow, I’ll see you then,”

“I’ll see you then,” 

Once he had shut the door, you started squealing in delight. You ran through outfits in your head, and a bright smile never left your face. You can’t remember exactly how long it had been since he had been taken out on a date, but it had been way too long.

Rejecting the offers that other boys had given you wasn’t something you had anticipated- you’d never thought that highly about yourself.

However, you grew to realize that class 1A truly did care about you, or at least they acted like it. It was strange to think people seek out your company, but the knocks on your door became a constant in your life, you became used to people coming to talk to you late into the night. 

You had grown accustomed to knocks on your door, but recently you haven’t been answering them. You’re not doing it consciously, but your late-night-chats with Tokoyami have taken you outside far more often, and you can’t hear the door from there. 

With the memories of the night before still present in your mind, you went and stood outside. You were out there for five minutes, and you grabbed a hold of yourself once again. You hadn’t felt cold outside for a long time- Tokoyami always kept you warm. 

Is he not coming? Did I ruin my chance to be near him? Can I even blame him for not wanting to be with me?

Though it might be harsh- as all things were when you were talking about yourself- you looked out to the stars, and you couldn’t pinpoint when things became so messed up; it was so sudden, or maybe it was just like that the whole time. 

But one thing was different, Fumikage was different. He was always there for you, he would listen to you- keep you warm. He was so different than what you was used to, and you would be lying if she said that she didn’t love it. 

He was so warm and so present. It never felt like he was shying away from you without reason, and you learned to bask in the light he shined on you, but there are two sides to every coin, and this was no exception. You could never get too used to him, because at the end of every day, you are with Bakugo, and the cycle continued. 

You rested your head on your palm and sighed. Why couldn’t something go right? And just when all apparent hope was lost-

“You know if I’m going to have to stop spending time with you at night, you’re going to have to invest in a sweatshirt,”

And you couldn’t bring yourself not to smile. And Fumikage couldn’t bring himself to look at you. 

“If you could have anything,” you whispered, “If the world was your oyster and you could do anything,” tears started to fill her eyes, “what would you do?”

He paused- the thought had never crossed Tokoyami’s mind. Why was she so strict in how she used her abilities?

“If every time you had said out loud ‘I wish-’ and whatever followed came true, how different would your life be?”

You had never been so serious with your words- and it caught him far off guard. Millions of thoughts ran through his head, and he couldn’t bring himself to say any of them.

“What is it that you wish, princess?” He finally approached you, grabbing your elbows and looking deep into your eyes.

“I can’t say it,”

“Why not?”

“Because,” your heart broke just a little more, “If I say it out loud, and it’s not already true- than I will have ruined one of the most important moments of my life,”

He paused and bit his tongue, “I hope my love is what you wish; because, you possess it completely,”

“I’m dating Bakugo,” you whispered soft enough that he almost didn’t hear it.

“And yet you love me,”

“Who could love a cheater?”

“We haven’t even performed the most innocent act of romance, how could you have been unfaithful?”

“Cheating with the heart will always hurt more than cheating with the body- I've betrayed more than our relationship I took advantage of his trust.”

“Than break up with him, so I won’t make a cheater out of you,”

“You say that like it’s easy,” and to him, it was the easiest thing- he loved you.

“It will be,”

“He loves me,”

“Then where is he?” Yes, it was a low-blow, and Tokoyami knew it. You had told him on many occasions that you wished her boyfriend would stand outside with her in the cold, but Bakugo thought it was stupid and a waste of time. He used to, he’d even met you on one of your sky-watching sessions. It hurt to think that he would use their past conversations against you, but where was he wrong?

“He’s probably asleep,”

“Then you should sleep, so that you may do one last thing as a couple before he loses the title,” The woman he was completely in love with just told him he has a chance, and he will never forgive himself if he ruins this.

“That’s harsh,”

“If love be harsh with you, be harsh with love,”

“Did you just misquote Shakespeare at me?” You couldn’t stifle the small laugh that escaped your lips. Fumikage always had a way to make you smile at the most peculiar of times, and trust him to throw the charged tension for a loop.

“Perhaps I did,” He teased you lightly, and shook his head. 

“If I broke up with him, if tomorrow night I was out here by myself, and every other night from now to eternity, would you keep your warmth for yourself? Would you get sick of me? I’m so fucked up, I don’t even know what a secure attachment style is. How long am I going to hurt like this?”

Tears had regathered in your eyes, and your lips had fallen to quiver. Your body shook, and it would never be known if it was from the cold in the air or the cold in your heart.

“Quote the raven,”

“Hah,” you wiped your tears with the palms of your hands, “You read poetry?”

“Only the good kind,” he thought back, and he knew their first encounter like the back of his hand. Had your lips been as prominent back then as they did now? Were you crying then too?

Your eyes flickered between his crimson eyes, as you searched for a sign, anything that told you that he wanted this too. He stepped closer, and his breath hitched. Was this finally happening?

They were an inch away from each other, and you drew your lip between your teeth, as Fumikage put his forehead on yours.

He murmured your name.

You hummed in acknowledgment, and you locked eyes.

“I love you,” he took a breath in before lacing his fingers into your hair, and he pulled you a little closer, and you kissed. Your shared heat shielded you from the painful cold that was biting at your skin. Time seemed to stop as you basked in each other’s warmth.

Even as his eyes were closed, your crimson lighthouse had finally done their job, you were home. You were hidden by the dark as night cloaked the world. And, in your own little bubble, you missed your ringing phone. And, in their own little bubble, you never heard the storm knocking on your door. 

And so, as the clouds give way and the thunder travels further and further away, the ship had managed its way to the lighthouse. And the princess had been freed from her tower while the prince laid in bed, broken and alone. And the pretty little dove was saved by a raven, and together they spread their wings and flew away.

And, with all things considered, can you really blame a person for getting involved, if it was love? Even if they knew someone could get hurt? Even if the dove is already in a cage, is it really so wrong to want to fly alongside her?

You held Tokoyami close that night, and you stayed together until early morning. Until the birds began to chirp and the owls had fallen asleep, and you finally realized that being in a relationship doesn’t have to hurt to be real.

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I hope you all enjoyed this three-part series! It took a while to finish, but I am overjoyed with the support you all have shown it! 

Recovered Doesn’t Mean It Never Happen (Hitoshi x Izuku)

Fandom: BNHA / MHA Type: Angst   Pairing: Shinso x Midoriya x Cheater!Bakugo Warnings: Cheating, mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol  Requested by: No one, but requests are open! Word Count: 4,117 Summary: No one would have thought Bakugo would give up a relationship with the only person who could ever love him completely, but things almost never go to plan. Without his childhood friend to wipe his tears, Izuku had no other choice than to leave- and love always comes to those who need it. For every broken heart, there is an open door and a warm bed with someone waiting with open arms. A broken heart can move on, but an empty heart can never be full once it rips. 

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     He wasn’t sure if he should even go to the party. If it had been a year earlier he would have gone in a heartbeat, with a bright smile lighting up his face. Izuku knew that he would be there, and he hadn’t talked to his ex-boyfriend since it happened. His friends told him it wasn’t healthy to avoid discussing it, but it took weeks before Midoriya could look a blonde stranger in the eyes again and not start crying. He was so hurt, and his heart felt like it was breaking inside of him. He can still remember the day, a year in between yet it feels like it was yesterday, and still, the green-haired boy could throw himself back into the hallway of their apartment, leaning up against the hard-wood door.

The rain had intensified while he was on patrol, and Izuku couldn’t care less about his ever-dampening hair. All he could do was smile and remember his blond-haired boyfriend was waiting for him, most likely on their couch on his phone, while the tv was running in the background. Red Riot watched him as they jumped from rooftop to rooftop, and while he knew he should be looking down at the streets, he could only stare at his friend and wonder why his best friend would hurt him so much.

When they had finished, Midoriya scratched the back of his neck and said that he should head home to Bakugo, as he would get annoyed if he came home too late. Kirishima nodded in agreement, but he almost stopped him. He opened his mouth to talk to him, to tell him, but no sound came from him. Kirishima wanted to save Midoriya the pain from finding out from something else, but could he bring himself to betray his best friend like that? But if he didn’t tell Midoriya while he has the chance, is that betraying him as well? He felt like there was no good option, so he just let him go.

Izuku saw their apartment building, and he smiled as he walked through the door. He greeted the manager who stood at his desk with a smile on his face. He returned the greeting, said something about the weather, and let Midoriya pass through to the residential floors. He dashed through the dark-wood floors and ran to their apartment. He took out his keys and was inserting them into the lock when a sound made him pause. It was a voice he had never heard before, it was a guy’s voice, but it was an octave higher than natural, and it made dread run through Izuku’s body.

But, Kaachan wouldn’t do that, right? He would never… So, Midoriya shook the idea from his head and turned his key to unlock the door, and he walked in. He looked to his left and he saw that he was right, Bakugo was, in fact, on the couch… but he wasn’t on his phone. He was hovering over a guy he didn’t recognize. Strangely, at that moment, he didn’t recognize Bakugo either.

Midoriya shook the thoughts from his head, he didn’t need to be thinking about that before the party. It was the ten-year reunion of their year, and he would be damned if he let his fears ruin this for him. Besides, it’s not like he hasn’t moved on, he has gone on a few dates, but he’s never made it passed the third before someone ended it. At least he was trying.

He had gotten back into touch with some of his old classmates though. Most of the students grew apart after high school, some odd pairs worked together, others were dating, and some just couldn’t let go. Midoriya wasn’t one of these people, and he had severed all ties after what happened, he felt so betrayed.

After he walked in on Bakugo, and who he later learned was a bartender from two blocks over, he went straight to Kirishima, Mina, and Denki, who he had grown close to and fond of during his time with Bakugo. He went to them crying, and he started to tell them all that had happened when he got home, but he quickly realized they already knew. They knew, and they didn’t tell him. Kirishima started to explain, telling him that Bakugo was going to call it off and be a better boyfriend, but he never did, and they were going to tell him after a week. That just hurt more. So, he left.

Midoriya went out on his own, and he rented a small apartment. He befriended his new landlord, found a new barber, fell in love with a new coffee shop, and made some new friends. He was reserved at first, but he would always be Izuku Midoriya, and people would always think he was the nicest person alive. He started out by befriending his neighbor, who just so append to be another friend of his UA days, Shinso Hitoshi.

It was surprising to them both, but Shinso invited him out to dinner with some of his friends after a few more meetings in their shared hallway. Midoriya accepted, and he made friends with some other heroes and side-kicks that Shinso worked with, Midoriya warmed up to all of them, and it wasn’t long until the large group all hung out together every Friday at either Shinso or Izukus apartment.

And, after six months, Shinso asked Izuku out on a date. And, after six months of getting over Bakugo, Izuku said yes. The first date was simple, they went to a movie that Izuku had mentioned during one of their Friday night game sprees. The second date was even better, they went to a thrift shop, and they both bought a book and cd for the other, and then they exchanged, went home, and listened to their music while they read their books. Their third date was amazing. Shinso had transformed the rooftop into a picnic area, it was lit up with lights, there was a fire in the fire-pit, there was a blanket on the floor, and a large blanket for them to sit under, there was throw pillows, and most importantly, there was a basket of Izukus favorite home-cooked meal. It truly was magical. And then, somehow, the pattern broke. They went on a fourth date. They went to a firework show in town, and they had the time of their lives.

Now, they were both getting ready to go to their high-school reunion. To say Shinso was worried about his boyfriend was an understatement. He knew that right now, he only had a little piece of Midoriya’s heart. The other parts? They belonged to a man who shattered him, heart and soul. The other parts belonged to Bakugo. Shinso wasn’t going to lie, he was a little insecure. Before they started dating, Midoriya knocked on his door at two am, crying and wrapped up in a blanket. He was a mess, so Shinso took him in. They sat on his couch, drinking tea while Midoriya cried his heart out. He told Shinso what happened, and how Bakugo hurt him so much, but he still loved him.

Shinso fell for Midoriya the moment he saw his freckled face again. And, his heart broke when he realized that Izuku loved another, and it broke a little more every time he went on a date with a new guy. But, it hurt, even more, when he came crying to Shinso late at night, sobbing out Bakugo’s name.

He was insecure, and sometimes he wondered if Bakugo came to him and apologized, if he came over and asked if Izuku would take him back, he wondered if Midoriya would go to him. He would be naive to think that Izuku loved him as much ad Shinso loved him, he knew better. When Izuku slept over at his place, he still heard him whimper out Bakugo’s name at nights when he didn’t wake up, and it hurt so fucking much.

But, no matter how much it hurt, it was him that made Izuku smile, made him blush, it was him that Izuku kissed goodnight, who he woke up to, it was him that Izuku went on dates with, it was him that Izuku held on to, it was him, and it wasn’t Bakugo. He put on his jacket, and he sighed at his lame excuss at a tie. He was never taught how to properly tie one, enter him embarrassingly walking into Izuku’s apartment to ask him to help. Izuku laughed at him but complied and tied it for him.

“Good god, you’re adorable,” Shinso said breathlessly, as Izuku looked up at him after finishing his tie. Izuku turned into a spluttering mess whenever Shinso complimented him, especially if there was no prompting.

“Hi-Hitoshi…” He whined, before turning away to try and hide his blushing face by looking away.

“Oh yeah. Before I forget,” Shinso took a green rose out of his jacket, and put it behind Izukus ear,  "I saw this, and I thought of you.“

Once they were both ready, the got into Shinso’s car; and they started to drive to the school for the first time in a long while.

"So, are you worried about seeing him again?” Hitshoi asked, keeping his eyes glued to the rode. The cool air that poured in through the vents nipped at Izuku’s skin as he thought about how familiar the feeling in his stomach felt.

“I don’t even want to think about it,” Midoriya hates how he had let Katsuki control him he like did, but mostly he hates how he didn’t notice sooner. It all became so clear when he found out, hindsight is 20/20 after all. All the ignored phone calls, all the late nights, why he was so adamant about them not sharing an apartment in the beginning, it all made so much sense, Izuku felt like a fool for not noticing.

A hand squeezing his pulled him from his mind. Shinso kept his eyes on the road, but he took his right hand of the wheel to try and comfort his boyfriend. It might have been seen as a small effort at comforting him, but Izuku and he loved holding hands. Afterall, Katsuki would never let him hold his hand in public unless someone was flirting with him. Shinso, however, loved holding hands while they walked. Especially if they were in large crowds, one of them would wrap their own pinky around the others. It was a small, nice way to show affection for each other.

And, that’s how they entered the school. They reminisced about their high school days, and the passed through their old classrooms, it felt so nice to think back on all the memories. Izuku laughed when they reached the classroom 1-A. Shinso looked at with questioningly, but he had a smile nonetheless. 

“This is where we first met, remember?”

Hitoshi groaned, he had been such an awkward teen, he was reveling in stress and depression, and he really didn’t think he was as rude as he actually was in high school.

“You don’t have to remind me,” he had playfully snapped at his boyfriend.

“We had a lot of fun in this room,” he said, sighing contently at the rush of memories which entered his thoughts.

Midoriya just snorted and continued their way down the halls until they reached the large gym/workout room that had been decked out at a party.

Hitoshi grabbed a hold of his sleeve before they entered, “Hey, take a second. I’m here, okay? So there’s no need to worry.”

Izuku held on tight to his boyfriend’s hand, and he took in several deep and long breaths. He squeezed lightly, and Midoriya smiled reassuringly. 

“With you, I can do anything,” 

Shinso smiled at how confident Izuku was in him, and he pulled him by his hand so their chests were against one another. They both grinned into the kiss, happiness surrounded them. 

“Ready?” Shinso asked as they both grabbed a hold of one of the doors.

“As I’ll ever be,”

They swung the door open, and what they saw was, more or less, what they were expecting. It was dimly lighted, but not so much as to hinder vision. There were tables scattered around, and the music was light and classy. Teachers and students were all in mixed groups, the entire class was gathered together, and they all seemed to be having a good time. Some were sitting, others were dancing already, and a few had gotten a jump-start at the bar.

Shinso had been flagged down by his old friends in 1-b, but he promised he’d be back in a minute. Izuku didn’t have to worry, he still had some friends from UA, even though they hadn’t talked for years, it just gave them more to catch up on!

Midoriya looked around, and his eyes finally locked down on Uraraka and Iida, who was standing next to the buffet table, having a pleasant conversation and eating.

He had made his way over, and they easily fell back into old habits. They joked around, and it was like they were back in high school.

“So Uraraka, I noticed the rock on your finger,” Midoriya pointed out, and she blushed and looked away.

“Yeah,” she trailed off. “Tsu and I got really close after graduation, our agencies were in the same district, so we bumped into each other often,” she said, blushing like her life depended on it.

“Well, what about you? Who are you with, Deku?” Se asked, suddenly flustered and defensive.

“I uhh,” he scratched the back of his head, “I’m actually in a pretty serious relationship myself?”

“Oh? Anyone, we know?” Iida asked, curious as to who gained the affection of the number one hero.

“Actually, it’s-”

“Pretty serious relationship, are we?” a deep-voiced asked, as a man placed his chin on the crook of Midoriya’s neck. Izuku had tensed, but he relaxed as soon as the man spoke.

“Hitoshi?!” Uraraka and Iida shouted, startled by the revelation.

“Yeah, we’ve been together for around a year and a half,” Shinso answered, not completely shocked by his old classmate’s response.

“And you never thought to tell me?” Uraraka asked, hitting Izuku on the shoulder.

“Well, we kinda cut off all connections with our classmates awhile ago- don’t take it personally,”

She huffed but accepted it as an answer.

“Speaking of,” Iida said, gaining attention from their tiny group, “I have only heard half-thought rumors and speculations, and I believe none of it completely. Can I hear in your words, what happened two years ago?”

Hitoshi stood up rigidly, and he wrapped his arms protectively around his boyfriend. “You don’t have to answer-”

“It’s fine Tosh’,” Izuku said, patting his boyfriend’s arm, “It’s really simple Iida. I was dating Bakugo, he fell out of love with me, and we broke up.”

“I see,” the blue-haired man said, “though I can’t help but wonder how much of that is true, and how much is censored and coated in sugar.”

“Hey, babe?” Hitoshi said, gaining Midoriya’s attention. “Can you go get us some drinks, I have a feeling we’re going to need them soon,”

It would take a blind man who had lost his hearing to miss Hitoshi’s anger.  Midoriya’s past relationships have always been a sore spot for Shinso. A mixture of second-hand anger in addition to his own insecurities ate at him whenever he heard the blond-haired man’s name. He was right, if there was no alcohol in his system for another minute he was sure to explode.

Having sensed this, Midoriya smiled softly and went to the bar. He was never one for drinking, but a glass or two might help to soften the edge of tonight. The tension was high, and he hadn’t even seen he-who-must-not-be-named yet.

“Hey, can I have a stinger on the rocks and a snakebite up?” While he wasn’t a drinker, Izuku’s new crowd loved to go out every Friday night, and with their different backgrounds he was shown many different orders- but a particular friend of Britain had introduced him to the snakebite, and the cider -alcohol mix always tasted amazing. 

“Sure thing,” the bartender said, as he turned to make his drinks. While he didn’t recognize him right off the bat, it wasn’t all that difficult to identify the dark-haired man as Kaibara Sen, a student he had only seen once or twice, but he made quite the impression. 

“How long have you been bartending Kaibara-san?” 

He chuckled a little and shook his head, “Here I thought you didn’t recognize me. I’ve been doing it professionally for a little over a year now- couldn’t refuse UA a favor after all they did to help me out now could I?” 

“Yeah,” Midoriya leaned onto the bar, “We all owe them a debt or two.”

“After all the shit you put me through, I’d say you better make it three,” A gruff voice rang through his ears, and it sounded so close to being familiar- he just couldn’t place it.

“Aizawa-Sensai?” The name hit him like a ton of bricks.

The black-haired man winced before stumbling a little closer to the bar. “You’re not a kid anymore, you can drop the honorific,”

“Right,” he blushed lightly, “sorry about that,”

“So Midoriya,” Aizawa signaled for a beer, “you and Bakugo still at each other’s throats?”

The teacher had noticed Kaibara’s posture stiffen the moment his previous student’s name fell past his lips. The teacher sent him a curious look before giving Midoriya his attention. Had he hit a sore spot? He knew they never got along, but that was just a childish rivalry, right? There was no way his two students were as immature as All might and Endeavor.

“Babe, what’s taking so long?”

Midoriya let out a sigh of relief as his boyfriend appeared to rescue him. “Sorry love, Kaibara-san isn’t as good as a bartender as he makes himself out to be,” he teased lightly, before going back to his teacher. 

“Sorry Aizawa-San, but I’ve got to get back to the rest of my group- I have to make sure Iida doesn’t stop Uraraka from spiking the punch. It was nice to catch up with you!” His wrist was seized by Shinso as soon as he got a hold of their drinks.

“What was that about?” The gruff man asked, waiting for his beer that as stored in a cooler. 

Kaibara shook his head lightly, “After the rest of the old general studies group caught wind of the situation, we all just assumed the teachers heard too. I guess it makes sense that you were all left out of the loop,” He handed Aizawa his drink.

The man quirked an eyebrow, silently asking for him to go on.

“Midoriya and Bakugo were in a relationship. They were doing great up until about a year or so ago. He came home and found Bakugo with someone on their sofa. Stories say it was another student, but I’m not too sure. Wouldn’t be surprised though- with the way Midoriya avoided everyone like the black plague up until today,”

“Apparently not everyone,” Aizawa chimed in, noting how close his prodigy was to Midoriya.  

“Oh, you mean Midoriya and Hitoshi?” He chuckled, “Yeah, they/ve been dating ever since the breakup. I heard they moved in together, but it didn’t come from a reliable source. What I do know for sure, is that they are both head-over-heels for each other, like rose-petals and chariot love. The kind of thing where they would say ‘If all the world was to be burned by morning, the flames would lack the heat of my heart beating for you,’ throw-up-you-lunch kinda love,” 

“You seem to know quite a bit, Kaibara,” the tired man mused.

“What can I say?” He shrugged, “People love to talk to bartenders.”

Aizawa grumbled. as he walked away. He never pegged Bakugo as a cheater, but he wasn’t one for second-hand gossip either. He’ll wait and see what else he can dig up.

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The night haad gone surprisingly well! The Deku-squad was back together, and everyone seemed to catch on like a house on fire. Time flew by, and a slow dance had taken over the party. Without a run-in with the blast boy, it seemed like everything had fallen into place.

“Dance with me?” Shinso asked, lightly rubbing a circle on the back of Izuku’s hand.

“I would love to,”

The two swayed together, and they held each other close. Every now and then they would separate a little but only ever enough so that they could gaze into each other’s eyes. Izuku smiled so widely his eyes hurt, and Shinso couldn’t help but grin back. They were so in love, and they would never be able to get enough of each other. 

Little did they know, they were being watched. Ruby red eyes stared at them from across the gym. Tracing their every movement, studying every syllable they said to each other, he made note of every time they touched each other. Kirishima stood by Bakugo all night. 

While the blonde downed drink after drink, his red-haired friend couldn’t help but look on in sympathy. He saw first hand how this breakup shattered Katsuki and, no matter how much the blonde refused to admit it, having Midoriya in his life made him a better person- to himself and others. 

Drink after drink, shot after shot, he did almost anything he could to numb the pain, but no matter what he did, it still hurt. Everything hurt. Whether he had the memories or not, it didn’t seem to matter. Izuku was gone, but he was still there.

His sent stayed in the apartment for months, and his things were still scattered about. His voice still answered the voicemail, and his jacket was still on the hook. Every part of him was there, but he wasn’t. His laugh didn’t echo around the walls, and his coffee was never made in the morning. The pancakes he made would never see their old pan, and his clean laundry would never be dumped on the couch to be folded. He was there in every sense of the word if time was stopped. 

He slammed his final shot glass back down on the make-shift bar and sighed. “I’m going for a walk,”

“Katsuki, let me come with-”

“I need some air,” Kirishima was nice to have around, but he really needed his space.

Memories haunted him whether he was awake or asleep. Waking up with his love by his side, going to sleep with the love of his life, but sleeping with people who didn’t matter- people who will never matter. It hurt no know it was over, and it hurt to know it will never be fixed.

The door closed behind him after a few seconds, and he sensed someone behind him. 

“Bakugo?” He winced at the name that fell from his past lover’s lips.

“Please,” he whispered, “please call me Kaa-chan,”

Izuku kicked the top of his foot at the ground, “I don’t think that’s gonna happened Bakugo,”

The blonde looked up to Midoriya, and he took in his appearance. He looked healthy, and his outfit was well put together. A flower was in his outside coat pocket, he could only guess where he had gotten it.

“I miss you,” He admitted, sighing at the relief that came with admitting it.

“Yeah, I guess it has been a while,”

The nonchalant response simply dug deeper into his heart, and it seemed that whenever Izzuku spoke, it just cut his deeper. 

“God,” Bakugo pushed at the skin next to his eyes, “I’m such a fucking mess without you.”

“That’s not my problem, Bakugo. I know it sounds rude, but that honestly is just your own fault,”

He could feel his anger bubble up, and it seemed like it took nothing to push him over the edge.

“Why are you fine? How are you fine! Why are you pretending to be so perfectly fucking dandy, like everything’s all sunshine and fucking rainbows when it’s not!? You don’t need to pretend with me- I know you’re not okay.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint, Bakugo,” He said, walking back to the door. He stopped right after he passed the door, and he held it open, “but I really am 100 percent, completely and absolutely over you, and I’m doing just fine without you.”

When had this started? Where had he gone wrong? He would never know, but Bakugo believed that it started with something about a swan dive.

Bakugo Potential Idea

So I’ve got this idea for a Bakugo x reader mini-series, but I’m still hazy about things and not sure of how it’s gonna end. But like, tell me what you think? Bakugo, after exploding a simulation building during hero-training is sentenced to three weeks of volunteer work in the local hospital. He basically becomes an errand boy for anyone, but he runs into Y/n, who dropped one of the boxes she was carrying. Bakugo, always the gentle, hands it back to her, and they chat. She gets off on her floor, and Bakugo keeps going. 

On his second day, he’s looking for this cute girl he met, but he doesn’t run into Y/n until he’s back on the elevator. They chat and she gets off, but he forgets to look at what floor she leaves on. 

He talks to the nurse he runs most of the errands for, but he's confused when she doesn’t recognize his description of the cute volunteer from the elevator. He goes a week before seeing her again. 

His job was to escort one of the children from the extended stay wing to their chemo treatment (the usual guy was sick that day). Bakugo complains about having to deal with bratty sick children who talk to much on the way until the nurse stops in front of a nicely decorated room.

And there, sitting on the bed, in Y/n. She smiles and waves at Bakugo, and the nurse leaves. Bakugo is so upset- he met the perfect girl, and she’s sick. His brain would think before his mouth, and he would say something like, “What’s wrong with you?” but like, he’s an idiot.

Y/n would snort and gesture to the whiteboard next to the door, which stated her name, age, and osteosarcoma in large black letters. “My leg’s suicidal,” 

Bakugo, being an idiot, would blush and pretend to be annoyed as he walks beside the girl who had become all he thought about. 

His friends from school have to listen to him go on snd on about the cute volunteer until he stops talking about her. She’s not a volunteer, and her life is swaying in the balance. 

However, ow that he knows where to find her, he goes there every day while he’s working off his punishment. And then he keeps going long after the three weeks are over. 

His friends are growing confused at his actions, they mistake his concern for the girl to be depressed, and they follow him after school one day. There, they see him sit next to a girl's bedside as they laugh. 

He’s really happy. Every day he visits her, and on the weekends he goes all day- even eating the crappy cafeteria food- he only leaves when his friend the nurse kicks him out. 

And one day, she confesses her love for him. And he tells her he loves her. He fell too deep, and there’s no going back. 

He ends up convincing her doctor to let him take her out on dates on her good days, but on her bad ones, he lies next to her, either reading her a book or just holding her while they listen to music. 

And then, one day, he goes to visit her. He walks to her room, but she’s not there waiting for him. He rushed over to her schedule board and sees that she’s in surgery. He sits and waits, and he waits, and he waits. The nurse comes to her room, but instead of waking the boy, he just tucks him in and carries on. 

Bakugo wakes up and she’s there with him- or at least that’s basically what happened.

There’s more that I want to write, but that's basically my idea for the beginning chapters. Yay, neigh? What do you think?? Please let me know!

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Pairing: T. Iida x Reader Rating: 15+ Words: 4k289 Warnings: Reference of Alcohol, and angst  Requested by: No one, but requests are open! Summary: The story of Iida’s summer before UA, and how love isn’t always a good thing.

      QUIRK: Soul Beam

   The summer before high school was a fever dream that Y/n never wanted to wake up from. The sweat sticking to her skin was only ever washed away from the storms that passed through her life- note: even the pools she submerged herself in never removed the glistening water from her body because sometimes water needs a little force behind it in order to cleanse you. 

The gold and purple sunsets are passing memories that she wants to desperately hold on to. No taste will be quiet like the pancakes she had eaten, and no smell will ever replace that of the sweater she stole (despite overheating every time she wore it).

Scars are a painful reminder of what she went through, and it takes a little to see them as a badge of honor, but the help she received only made it re-open in the long run. 

Tire swings will never be the same, and that stupid song is still on the radio- as if it wasn’t playing enough in her head. Y/n used to think she was strong, but now that’s barely believable. Ice cream cones and train rides have a hidden meaning that will only ever be known by her and it hurts to know that no one can help her mourn a love that never happened.

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The first question was asked when the summer started. It was next to a moving van that was a beacon calling out to everyone on the street it was parked on. The well-off neighborhood was full of upstanding citizens who wanted nothing more than to welcome the newest member with open arms. 

It was that beacon that called the Iida family over to the driveway. But as Tenya walked with his brother and parents, he wondered if the bright beacon that drew him in was the moving truck of the bright smile of the teen girl, happily grabbing boxes of things to bring inside. 

“Hello! We’re the Iida family, this is my husband, and these are my two son’s, Tensei and Tenya. Welcome to the neighborhood!” The wife smiled kindly at the mother.

“Thank’s for coming out! This is my husband, Y/d/n, and my daughter Y/n. We’re really looking forward to joining the neighborhood,”  to the untrained eye this looked like any normal greeting, but Y/n knew better. She could see the subtle glances her mom threw at her. She was trying to say how cute the younger boy was. It received a light chuckle and an eye-roll from her daughter.

“Tenya,” The Iida’s father said, clasping him on the shoulder, “Why don’t you go help Y/n with her boxes?”

“Yes, sir,” he said, walking over to the moving truck.

“You can just grab that one if it’s not too heavy,” she pointed at a medium side box labeled ‘Knickknacks’. He hummed in agreement and followed her up into her room, noting the aesthetic that she surrounded herself in.  

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A knock echoed through the newly-decorated house, alerting the present family members of a visitor. 

“Not it,” Y/n’s dad said, pressing his finger to his noes; her mother follows suit.

“You guys are literal children,” Y/n groaned, forcing herself off the couch she had grown ever so attached to.  Grumpily, she made her way to the door.

“Oh hey! Iida, right?” Y/n said, recognizing the boy that had already been in her room.

“Yes! That’s me. I uh,” he scratched the back of his neck nervously, “I was heading down to the boardwalk, and I wanted to know if you would like to come with me?” 

Truth be told this wasn’t his idea. His mother had been pressuring him for days in hopes to grow closer to the new family. It wouldn’t be long until they realized the Iida’s are a line of hero’s, and she wanted to get close to them before they found out.

“Oh,” Y/n replied, suddenly thinking of the clothes she was currently wearing. While her tie-dye shorts and loose t-shirt weren't anything to be ashamed of, they were not ‘paint the town red’ clothes. 

“It’s okay if you don’t want to!” Tenya said, suddenly embarrassed that he randomly invited a girl his age to hang out with him. 

“No! I’ll gladly go, just give me a few minutes to get changed. Come inside,” Y/n had said, opening the door wider for him before racing upstairs. 

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       Iida walked slightly behind the girl he was supposed to show around. It was a cliché, but she was mesmerizing. Her hair bounced with every step, and she walked like she had a purpose, and the end goal was in mind and she would stop at nothing to get there. 

She looked like she was made of honey and sugar and a taste would give him a cavity. The beams of the sun projected from her eyes like the cosmos and it made him want to fall in- knowing full well that drifting through the endless space would never cease to amaze him.

“Do you think they sell corn-dogs here?” 

“Huh? oh!” He blushed, before pointing ahead, “Yeah, there’s one right by the docks.”

“Well then what are we waiting for?” She smiled and leaned closer to Iida. “Let's hurry!” There was a burst of light laughter in her voice, as she grabbed his hand and ran off. What was he doing here?

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When they reached the end of the docks- corn dogs in hand- they say on the bench which over-looked the sea. Night had fallen while they were out, Y/n becoming absorbed in learning as much as she can about where she moved to.

As she looked out to the wine-light sky, she wondered if she could swim to it. The horizon looked so close, like just reaching out a little further would put it in her grasp. It wasn’t until Tenya’s hand grabbed her shoulder that she realized she really was leaning forward.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked, eyebrows pulled together.

“Yeah!” She smiled, snapped out of her thoughts,. “Just day-dreaming,”

“We should get you back home,” He said, before looking back to the water. 

She saw his glasses, they reflected the golden hue of the sunset, and the beautiful purple that fought underneath it. She saw all the beauty in the world in his eyes, all that was good and right- was all in front of her. He was the sunset, he was the horizon she so desperately wanted to get to.  

“Hey, Iida?” Y/n asked, swinging her legs back and forth under the bench. 

“What is it?” He said, looking over to her face- which didn’t turn to see him.

“Stupid question- but an icebreaker; if you could have anyone in the world- living or dead- over to yours for dinner, who would it be?” she blushed a little, but kept a calm face.

He knew the answer as soon as she finished the sentence, but there was no need to tell someone he just met the name of the girl he had been in love with for years- so all he said was, “Probably Catherin The Great, she had a few political opinions I’d like to hear about first hand,”

“Hmm, I can see you two bonding over tea,” She smirked, standing up from her seat, “Let’s get home.”

Tenya nodded, walking beside Y/n- thinking about her.

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        A month had passed, and the little interactions the two families had resulted in the Iida’s inviting them over for breakfast. Y/n had woken up early to get dressed. She pulled her hair into a ponytail, harshly shaking it so the baby hairs would fall out. She threw on a form-fitting sweater and yoga-pants. Despite wanting to look like it’s a casual mornings- she did apply some casual makeup to make herself look a little more awake. 

It was stupid- she knows- but Y/n really just wanted to look a tiny bit better when he sees her again. Looking in the mirror, she wonders if he’s putting a little extra effort in his appearance as well. She could only hope.

Walking down the stairs, she saw her mother- also wearing casual makeup- and her father in a black polo and slacks. They were both standing by the door, waiting for their daughter to come out from her cave. 

“Why are you guys already done?” She asked, turning on the phone and checking the time.

“Wanted to make a good impression,” Her dad smiled, putting his own phone away. 

“Alright,” Her mom smiled, putting on her wedges, “Let’s get going. Y/n can you grab the scones and smoothie?”

“Yeah mah, I’ll be right back,”

“Thanks love,” she smiled, grabbing the house keys off the hook. 

They were kinda heavy, but it was nothing she couldn’t carry. That didn’t stop her dad from taking it from her with a smile. She could have done it, but she’s not necessarily upset about it.

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Sitting at the dining room table was only awkward in the beginning of the meal. The Iida’s seemed to be pretty profesional people, but the Y/l/n’s were introverts with an acquired sense of humor. Joking about everything from people at work, eachother, and random facts they had learned, the Iida’s quickly became much less tense during the meal. 

The mother and father- whom’s names Y/n never seemed to learn, were last few to smile or laugh along side the rest, beaten by Tenya by only a second, but Tensai had been the first to crack a joke, almost beating Y/n herself to break the ice. 

The loud laughter slowly split into multiple side conversations; Y/n- who sat across from Tenya- tried to strike up a conversation. “Do you want to be famous one day?” 

“Hmm?” He asked, looking up from the lone strawberry cut on his plate, “Yes, I plan on being a Hero.”

A few seconds longer than a moment had passed, end Tensai asked Y/n in return, “What about you? You wanna live the life of fame, or are you more of a low-key kinda gal,” he smiled at her, and for a second Y/n though he had noticed the embarrassment worn on her face after being rejected and forced into silence.

“I dunno really, my quirk is pretty multipurpose. I originally wanted to be a counselor or therapist, but it’s changed from a vet to doctor, to a hundreds of other things. My parents think I should be a hero- I wouldn’t mind I don’t think, but the constant attention could get pretty annoying. A like being busy with people and events, but I do value my privacy,” 

He smiled at her, nodding in acceptance at her answer. The Iida parents had been listening into her words while she spoke, but they still conversed with Y/n’s parents as well. 

Y/n saw a smile on Iida’s face. That mirrored on her own, and suddenly her pancakes tasted a whole lot better. She missed the far off look in his eyes, if only she saw the worried look that was on Tensai’s face. If she had, maybe that small warning could have protected her heart.

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         Y/n had found an abandoned tire swing in their large backyard, three acres of cleared land and two of forest. The swing was in a small clearing- it looked like a party or two had been thrown while it was vacant- shown by the few nips thrown about the ground. She swung back and forth- listening to music playing in her head. 

Because of how caught up in her head she was, she never heard the footsteps approaching her. “Hey, Y/L/N!” Tenya greated. 

“Jesus Christ!” She shouted, falling from the swing. Thankfully, with the use of his quirk, Iida was able to catch her just in time.

“You should really be more careful,”

“I’ll be sure to remember that,” she rolled her eyes. 

He smiled, helping her back up to the swing. He slowly began to push her back and forth, spinning her as fast as he could listening to her laughter. Getting more and more dizzy, she closed her eyes to stay level headed. 

With a heavy sigh of contentment, Y/n lied on the grass with Iida, staring up at the beautiful blue sky. “Hey, Tenya?” She asked, still looking up.

“Yeah?” He turned on his side to see her better- only to notice her eyes were closed. 

“What’s your perfect day?”

“Hmm...” he thought for a second, trying to think of a good answer. “Probably waking up early, and seeing the girl I love as soon as I open my eyes. Then I’d like to eat breakfast with my family- followed by patrol with my brother. Then I’d like to go home and make a cup of tea and sit down with a book I like. Yeah, that sounds pretty good,” he smiled himself, closing his eyes to really picture what he was saying. 

“That sounds really nice Iida,” she whispered, wondering if she could be the one he loves.

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           Summer only had a month left, but Y/n wanted to make the most of the fleeting free-time she had left. Wanting to explore more of Japan before her freedom was stripped from her, she invited Iida to go on a roadtrip with her. 

It wasn’t hard at all to convince her parents to let her go, with her quirk she really didn’t need to worry about being attacked. Even then, she’s physically strong if she can’t use her quirk to defend herself. With the rise of heroes to protect everyone, Japan quickly became one of the safest places. Y/n was also very closely trained with America’s top hero, Reflector. She taught Y/n everything she knew and fully plans on giving Y/n her hero agency as her predecessor. 

Iida’s parents were a little harder to convince, but Y/n’s parents were very persuasive. They would be gone for a week, and they would check in every morning when they woke up and every night before they went to sleep. If they didn’t call during one of the time’s then they had until the next call to respond.

They had made a list of regions and cities in them to visit in them, with the days they would be arriving and leaving. If they skipped a stop of stayed longer, then they had to text their parents with the nex information. Solid rules, and both the teens agreed to them, as well as their parents. 

The bus ride to the train station was relatively short, but it was in complete silence. It was a little awkward, but they just had to get through that one part. 

The train ride itself was much more enjoyable. With their suitcases in hand, they sat close yet comfortably. “Hey, Tenya?” 

“What’s up?” He asked, looking up from his phone to see her eyes staring back at him- a smile tugging at his lips. 

“For what in your life do you feel most grateful?” She questioned, smiling into his eyes.

“Probably my family,” He responded as soon as she finished- having grown accustomed to Y/n’s random questioning, “They’ve done so much for me, and I only hope I can pay them back for all that they’ve supported me through.”

Y/n nodded at his answer, acknowledging how very much like him it is. The loud bustle of train and constant shaking led them to listening to music together, sharing earbuds and squeezing close together. It was a cheesy, new, pop song- one that will probably inspire a sub-culture of girls to bind together. It was weirdly comforting.

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        The last night they spent through their travel of Japan was by far the most enjoyable. There was a small frost in the air that traveled with the two, following them in their own little bubble. 

The streets were lightly illuminated, and it seemed like they were the only two in the world. Y/n had grabbed him by the hand, dragging him to an ice cream vendor. Seeing her in front of him, Tenya was thrown back to the first time they spent time together- everything's so different now. Yet, her beautiful eyes stay constant. Her kindness in unwavering. She’s still a girl made of honey and sugar.

After traveling together for so long, the two stopped correcting people who referred to them as a couple- they simply accepted it as an inside joke. This was why they laughed when the man behind the counter said “And these two for the cute couple,” with a wink at the end of his sentence. 

Walking linked by the elbows, the two passed through the park. Shivering from the wind and the chill of her ice cream, Iida stopped the pair. He took off his sweater, revealing the long-sleeve shirt he wore underneath, and he handed it to her. 

“Ten! You’ll freeze to death,” she said, refusing the offering.

“C’mon Y/n/n, I can heat myself up through my engines, and I wasn’t asking. You’re gonna wear the sweater or you’ll get sick. Put it on,” he said, taking the ice-cream from her hand and raising her arms like she was a child. 

Y/n was very pleased the cold hid the blush on her face- last thing she needed was for him to discover her feelings on the last day of this amazing trip. She slipped into his large sweater, and grabbed her ice cream back from him.

“Hey Iida, I’ve got another question,” she said, walking with him through the trees bordering the street. 

“I’m ready,” he asked, looking forward to make sur they didn’t walk into anything in the dark. 

“What’s a personal problem you could use some advise for?” She asked, actually curious as to what he could possibly need help with. 

He sighed, not making eye-contact. “I guess since we’re close enough- even on nickname basis- I should be comfortable telling you this. I’m in love with this girl, I’ve never stopped thinking about her since the moment I met her,” a dopey smile came onto his face, “I have no idea how to tell her. And now we’re going into highschool, and she’s going to meet so many other people- people I’m sure are more fun than me. I want to confess to her before the summer ends, but I have no idea how to. So,” he sucked in a deep breath and looked at Y/n, “What do you think?”

Y/n smiled, she was so sure he was being cheesy and talking about her. She fully believes that he’s gonna confess tonight. It has to happen- that’s the only way what he just said makes sense. 

“I think,” she closed her eyes, “You should look her in the eyes, and compliment them. Whether she accepts your compliment or refuses it, tell her you want her to know how perfect she is- and then tell her how you feel. Tell her how just seeing her makes your day, how you want her to be the first thing you see in the morning, and the last voice you hear at night. Tell her you want to spoil her, want to tell her everyday how perfect she is. Confess to her that she’s amazing, and that you love her. Let her know how you feel, and then respect her reply. But, there’s no way she’ll turn you down. Be confident, you’re amazing and I’m sure she feels the same,”

Tenya thanked her for her advise, and they fell back into a comfy silence. It was then she remembered the night they decided to go by first names, the night she realized how hard she fell for him.

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Y/n was sitting on her rooftop, Iida beside her. They were looking up at the stars- sitting in silence. Like always, she started the conversation- “Hey, Iida, If you died this evening without being able to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? And Why haven’t you told them yet?”

“Huh,” he murmured, thinking hard. “I’d regret not thanking my brother more. He risks his life to save people, and he practically raised me. He’s why I want to be a hero, to live up to his expectations. I guess I haven’t told him yet because I want to prove that I’ve done something with myself. I want him to know he doesn’t have to raise me anymore- that I succeed,”

Y/n thought for a moment, before answering a question for the first and only time they have known eachother- but he didn’t ask it. She just felt a need to finally speak.

“I had an ex-boyfriend,” she sighed, clenching her eyes shut; “We’d been dating for five years- since we were children. We were so close as kids, but when our quirks manifested he broke up with me. He said my quirk was too dangerous for him, that he didn’t want to be part of the backstory of a villians history. It fucking ruined me. I was an idiot for actually thinking we could have lasted. About a month after we broke up, a villian attacked the agency I was working at. The only reason I was there was because I know the hero in charge, and he knew that. He had come to the building during my break- I don’t know why he was there, but I was the only person he knew there. The villain attacked, but his quirk wasn’t very strong. All he could do was change the color of an item for a few seconds. He was killed that day- slaughtered by the villain who’s only reason was boredom. I wish I could talk to him one last time, tell him I loved him one last time.”

Iida scooted closer to her, pulling her head onto his chest, letting her use him as a crutch. “It’s okay, Y/n. It’ll be okay,”

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When highschool started, and Tenya hadn’t confessed his love to him, Y/n came to the painful realization that she wasn’t the one he loved. However, it was the first day of school that hit the nail on the head. 

She had entered the classroom of 1-A, after her family convinced her to at least try out the hero course, and was terrified that she would know no one. And then, she heard a voice that reminded her of someone very similar.

At the far end of the room, she saw the back of a blue-haired boy scolding a blond with his feet on the desk. A smile spread across her mouth when she realized who this up-tight teen was. Practically running to cover the distance of the class, Y/n launched herself onto Iida, latching onto her. 

“Ten!” She smiled, shifting to wear he could comfortably hold her up.

“Y-Y/n?” He asked, momentarily stunned by her sudden appearance. He smiled and spun her around for a second before putting her down. “You’re here? You’re parents convinced you to pursue being a hero?” he was reasonably confused, but he wasn’t upset she was there- if anything he was glad to have a second familiar face around.

“Yeah, I’m just trying it out,” Y/n laughed, scratching the back of her neck. 

“So heartwarming, now get outta my line of sight four-eyes,” the blond snapped, glaring at the pair.

“You’re annoying, you know that?” Y/n said, rolling her eyes at his comments. 

Meanwhile, Iida laughed at Y/n being called his girlfriend. Y/n, who used to laugh with him, could only do her best to not cry. 

“C/mon Ten, let’s go to your seat,” Y/n said, tugging his hand towards the spot with his name on it- stopping when her arm was tugged, caused by him not moving with her. 

“Sorry Y/n/n,” he said, releasing her hand. “I would, but I promised Momo I’d meet her by the gate and guide her to the classroom. You know about Momo, right?” He looked into her eyes hoping she would put it together herself. After realizing she wouldn’t, he reminded her, “We talked about her on our last day of the tour.”

“Oh,” she said, feeling suddenly really cold. 

“Yeah,” He smiled, “Wish me luck!” He gave her a thumbs up and walked out the room- leaving her stunned and so very cold. 

A scoff echoed from behind her, causing her to look back and see the blond once again. 

“That guy’s an idiot- glasses or not. It’s so obvious how you feel about him, and you’re way to attractive to pine after someone like him. You’re smart too, since you got into this school- he’s really missing out,” he rolled his eyes, but he also knew what just happened- even though no one else in the room picked up on it. 

He assumed they were dating, but when Iida laughed, Bakugo had no clue if he was laughing at them dating or the girl’s reaction. He quickly figured out which of the two was the truth, and he also realized that he had no clue that she was in love with him. 

Y/n didn’t react to his words, just stuck in the weird state she was in. She wasn’t sad, or angry. There was no tears or screams or breakdown, just a silent wave of shock. An ocean of doubt consumed her, filling her with a sense of... nothing. 

She should have known. She should have realized. It’s entirely her fault. Who could love her. Who would want to love her. Who wants to date a freak. Who wants to date someone with a villainous quirk like hers. That’s why he was shocked when she showed up- he thought they’d reject a future villain like her.

No wonder everyone hates her; if she was someone else she’d hate herself too.

Master List- Boku No Hero Academia

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B. Katsuki

Doesn’t Hurt: 

Bakugo and the reader are in a loving relationship, or at least that’s what Y/n thinks it is. She’s content with his ‘affection’ until a certain gothy boi shows her what she’s missing out on

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

Valentines Day Troubles:

 A short drabble of Bakugo having to deal with his jealousy all by himself, but his crush helps lighten the load of his loneliness 

For The Night:  

Maybe it was the hazy room, or maybe it was the fact that he was at home waiting for her to come crawling back to him. Anything could have caused her to make this decision, this lapse of judgment- but he, who had loved her since freshman year, has never been happier.

Little Looks: 

With a quirk like her’s, Y/n got used to doing things alone. And then she got used to Todoroki being with her! And then he was gone, and she was alone again. But how could she be when the boy next door was always there for her?

Headcanon’s for Bakugo having a Crush on Kirshima’s Girlfriend:

Y/n catches Bakugo’s eye during the entrance exam, who knew his best friend would have felt the same?

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Loving someone is beautiful- painful, so fucking painful, but beautiful despite that. Summer love is sweet and caring, it’s warm and full of adventure, but everything ends eventually; Everyone knows how much love hates the snow (A primarily Iida x Reader with slight Bakugo x reader at the end)

A Winters Break: 

The domestic life of a pro hero Bakugo who just can’t help but keep falling in love over and over again. Who knew a break from work could taste so sweet?

In The Absence Of Heart:

Falling in love was beautiful, but falling out of it was the most painful thing in the world

Misery’s Tango:

A dance between ex lovers- filled with longing, passion, and the memories of what use to be.

A Smile Said Goodbye

A toxic romance happens in cycles between loving and pain. Bakugo can’t live without her, and Y/n knows that it’s time.

The World Kept Spinning Until: 

The world’s coming to an end, and Bakugo takes the last chance to see his ex before everything comes crashing down.

And She Cried When The Sun Came Up : NEW!

Tragedy is an unavoidable reality that comes with having the audacity to live. Y/n knew this, but she had no clue what the world would take from her. She has no clue how to cope.

Todoroki x Reader

Just Fine:

Y/n makes quite the impression at the Sports Festival, where she’s transferred out of class 1-B, and away from Monoma- her boyfriend.

For The Night:  

Maybe it was the hazy room, or maybe it was the fact that he was at home waiting for her to come crawling back to him. Anything could have caused her to make this decision, this lapse of judgment- but he, who had loved her since freshman year, has never been happier.

Little Looks: 

With a quirk like hers, Y/n got used to doing things alone. Then she got used to being with Todoroki. But will their relationship last through the struggles of another guy, a break, and amnesia?

Far From Freezing:

Winter’s come and alongside it the cold- of course the two sided hero’s girlfriend never has to worry about staying warm.

When Time Doesn’t Stop The Pain:

Shoto loved someone else, and Y/n just didn’t know how to cope with what will never will be.

What I Said When The Sun Set:

He may have left her, but Shoto will always have a place set aside in Y/n’s heart.

Monoma x Reader

Just Fine:

Y/n makes quite the impression at the Sports Festival, where she’s transferred out of class 1-B, and away from Monoma- her boyfriend.

Tokoyami x Reader

Doesn’t Hurt:

Bakugo and the reader are in a loving relationship, or at least that’s what Y/n thinks it is. She’s content with his ‘affection’ until a certain gothy boi shows her what she’s missing out on

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

A Cold Winters Night: 

Y/n adores Tokoyami, even if his bird habits manifest peculiarly

What It Means To Be Dead:

Tokoyami discovers journals written over the years, only to discover one of UA’s secrets, a ghost.

Aizawa x Reader

No Place Like Home:

A one-shot where Aizawa’s quirkless daughter, after joining the military to escape the pressure of a quirk-driven society, is told that her father was hurt during an attack. Cute, slightly angsty with a little war gore.

Five Time’s Too Many: 

The four time’s Y/n lied to cover for the boyfriend she is sure loves her, and the one time she realizes that she is worth more than he tells her she is

 pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5

What’s In a Forever:

A male!reader one shot where they confide in each other with the pain of a budding romance in a society that doesn’t accept lgbtqia+ couples. It goes without saying that promises made in childhood will never work out quite like they were planned. 

Kirishima x Reader

Headcannon’s for Bakugo having a Crush on Kirshima’s Girlfriend:

Y/n drew a lot of attention to herself during her time at UA, and she caught a couple hearts as she went.

Tamaki x Reader

Promise 🔒:

Depression can make it feel like nothing is happening. Like the world is passing by, but you’re still there. Standing still. While having someone there with you won’t erase your suffering, it sure does make it a bit more bearable.

Tenya Iida x Reader 

 Another Day, Another Life: 

 Casualties are expected in a war, but when a child dies no one is ready. No one knows how to react. The death of a teen can tear people apart, it can rip people into shreds to never be put together again, but is it better or worse if they’re not actually dead?

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Loving someone is beautiful- painful, so fucking painful, but beautiful despite that. Summer love is sweet and caring, it’s warm and full of adventure, but everything ends eventually; Everyone knows how much love hates the snow

Midoriya Izuku x Reader

Loving Is Nothing: 

No love can beat the one between soulmates. Y/n learns that the hard way, when he was the only one for her- but he was destined for someone else

Bakugo x Kirishima

Sweet Eyes and Butterflies:

A short drabble of Bakugo wanting desperately to cuddle with his sleeping boyfriend, but he can’t let Deku get ahead of him when he’s studying

Midoriya x Hitoshi

Recovery Doesn’t Mean It Didn’t Happen:

After realizing Bakugo, his once loving boyfriend, had been cheating on him, Midoriya runs away and cuts of all connections with his friends from UA, only to stumble into Hitoshi. Helping him through his heartbreak, they are invited back to school for their Class Reunion