What It Means To Be Dead (Tokoyami X Reader)

What It Means To Be Dead (Tokoyami x Reader)

Fandom: Bnha Warnings: Mentions of Dying, depression, bullying, abuse, and strong language Words: 2k259 Requested By: Anon <3 Request:  Hi I love your writing! Can I request one where Tokoyami )or anyone you'd like really,) finds a collection of old-ish diaries and letters while cleaning? The person's handwriting is very distinct and pretty (Think 1700's love letter find) but they never mention their name. As they read more of it they find newer entries where Aizawa is mentioned so they ask him about it only to find out the person who wrote them died almost 100 years ago and 'haunts' the school. (Sorry for long request) A/N: I deviated a little from the request, but I hope you like it!

            The night had already came and claimed the land of UA for itself. Shadows overtook the courtyards, and darkness fell across the classrooms, but not everyone had retreated to the safety of their comforters which shielded them from the secrets which the black abyss held so dear. 

After a draining day of learning and training, Tokoyami wanted nothing more than to go to sleep- sadly, it was his turn to clean the classroom. It was annoying and boring and he’d give anything to be able to go to sleep, but fair is fair and he wasn’t the tyrannical type.

And so, he washed the windows and wiped down the desks. He swept the floors and organized the textbooks, and he turned to put the broom back into the small closet in the corner of the classroom. With a heavy sigh, Fumikage realized he should probably tidy up the dirty, dust-filled, death trap that was called a broom closet. 

Narrowing his eyes at the cobwebs, he started to knock them down with the end of the broomstick (Seriously praying to whatever god there is that no spider fell onto his feathers). The room was in worse condition on closer inspection, it looked like not a soul had thought to clean it since the school was built. 

After taking the time to sweep the floors, wipe down the door and the counters, and organize the books, Tokoyami was beyond tired and ready to fall asleep in the still-somehow-dirty closet. No matter how many times he swung at the cobwebs, how many times he picked up the coats and books and papers on the floor, despite the effort he put into tidying up the smallish space, it still seemed to have a weird layer of age coating itself entirely.

The closet felt preserved in time, like the oldness it felt was not just in the items littered about, but in the very walls itself. The things it’s seen, the memories it held, something about the space simply felt... wrong. 

He turned to a corner he hadn’t worked on, inwardly groaning at the amount of work he still had to do despite the time of night. With a huff, he began to organize the textbooks and pages of work sprawled around the space. 

His hands fell upon and old leather book- very different in both appearance and age when compared to the marble notebooks that surrounded it. Leaning over, he saw ten to fifteen more of there journal like collections shoved deep into the corner of the room. 

Tentatively, he peeled open the first book. Looking at the pages, it looked to be the diary of a girl- the beautiful handwriting looked like it belonged to someone who saw the beauty that exists within the written language, someone who stops to smell the flowers, a person who looks at sunsets and bakes goods to say they love you. 

The ink that bled onto the early pages spoke of a student, a girl who wanted to be so much more, someone who wanted to save the world. He became enthralled by the speech patterns, the phrases and swirls of the letters drew him closer, enchanting his eyes to never leave the pages.

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Soon the pages became all he could think about, even after he had to abandon the closet to race to bed. During class all he could think of was the feeling of the crisp paper under his touch. The voices of his friends seemed ugly, seemed to be missing the douse of honesty and beauty he had been exposed to, even when he was practicing all he could focus on was the experiences of the girl who wrote down all her inner thoughts. 

It was like she haunted him, appearing everywhere he went. Like she poisoned him, infecting his thoughts and feelings. She became everything to him so soon, every word had him on edge, every sentence a beautiful stream of imagery that he would give nothing but to experiencing along side her, what he wouldn’t give to see the world through her eyes of love.

As the day ended, he had quiet easily convinced Sero that he should take over his night of cleaning. Sure the actual work was quiet annoying, but he would be rewarded with her sweet words, he had left the book in the corner in his rush to get back to his dorm; he regretted his oversight the moment he laid down.

“Tokoyami, wasn’t your cleaning duty last night?” Aizawa asked, his eyes lazy looking up from the papers he was grading to make contact with Fumikage’s red ones. 

“Yes sir, it was. I volunteered to take over tonight as well,” 

“Mhm, and is there a reason for this?” He raised his eyebrow, dragging his briefcase off the table with him. 

“Cleaning helps me think,” this wasn’t a total lie, reading the journal will calm his raging thoughts of the mystery girl. 

“Just don’t make a habit of it,” his teacher echoed, not having enough energy to further investigate a seemingly innocent interaction.

Tokoyami was much faster with cleaning that day, and he was even faster to sprint inside the broom closet. He grabbed the leather books and raced back to his room, already feeling the warmth her voice provided. 

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The passages started off innocent enough, complaints about school, fantasizing about a better life, just a teen writing down their emotions. It then morphed into the beauty in everything, words that didn’t release Fumikage’s eyes until they were tearing up from dryness. 

Then, things took a darker turn. Dark thoughts disguised in poems, things others have said to her, representation of her pain in drawings scattered throughout the book. The beautiful world- though still majestic in its own way- turned dark and twisted.

It was painful to read, and yet he couldn’t look away. It was like the book became a part of him- no. It was like he became a part of the book, nothing more than the cracked parchment and spilled ink. It was dehumanizing, but he wouldn’t change his position for anything in the world.

His bed was taken over by the old pages, dating back over two hundred years ago. The writer was in the post-quirk awakening. The world had just discovered the glowing child right before she was born. She was one of the first quirk holders in the world- one of the first one hundred Japanese citizens to have a quirk.

The journals started when she was ten- though that book was the fifth one he read. After that discovery, he categorized them in chronological order to read along with the flow of time. She wrote of the manifestation of her quirk- her parents had been struck with terror when their daughter walked through the wall of their living room to get into her bedroom. 

That was the first moment she realized how different she is. Her life never seemed to go back to the way it was before, not even after the initial shock of what she could do faded from her parents; because, there would always be a new shock, a new ability, and no one was prepared to help her.

He realized, reading more about how the quirkless treated her, that her life would have been much different is she had lived in his time. Hearing the slurs and bullying they  put her through, he wishes she could see how much the world has changed- would she be happy or sad that her bully's became the minority and were mocked in their normal-ness or if she would be ashamed of the people like her.

He was very satisfied that the people who made her life so awful were getting a taste of their own medicine, but he did wonder if that made him a bad person. Tokoyami figures that it really didn’t matter, she was gone so her opinion would never be known. 

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“Death didn’t feel like I thought it would. Surprisingly, it was reminiscent of when I use my quirk to posses things or people. My body was there, on the floor, but I was floating above it. Much like I am when I leave my body before finding my target. The cold was instantly recognizable- like an abyss with no end.

The only difference I’ve noticed so far is the lack of body to return to, though I can enter it, it acts as an object. While I cannot move it, I can see out of it. It’s therapeutic in a way. Really, this must have been the best case scenario- I could see how everyone reacts, see who really cares about me.

It was hard at first, seeing all theses people, who I believed were simply pretending to care, braking down behind closed doors. It was only my sister- whom held no quirk- that cared. She did everything she could to make my funeral how I wanted it, and she preserved my bedroom the way I liked it. That was a nice gesture, it truly was. 

Now my life has come to an end- my body buried under ground, never to be seen again- I can’t help but wonder what comes next. How long will I be held in this mortal world? Will others be like me, or will I be forced to live alone in the agonizing realization that comes with immortality? I guess I’ll simply have to wait and see,”

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He had fallen asleep after reading the last passage in the ninth book- where she described how she stayed a student at UA even after death. The names she referenced had been lost in time- Pro-heroes that have long been dead and are now another name on the Hero Memorial wall. 

She had possessed her home room teacher and walked to the headmaster- there she said what had happened. Her headmaster agreed to keep her on as a student, but only under the condition that she wouldn’t unnecessarily possess an unknowing student. It was fair- annoying but fair. They gave her her old desk and she worked along side everyone. When he woke up, the book had moved on its own. 

There was a page opened- an elegant scipt sprawllled at the top but had been smuged since it was written- the only elligable part following what could be assumed to be a name: Phatom-- The Ghost Hero. The script was familiar, but it wasn’t the handwriting the rest of the journal was written in. Beneath it was a drawing of a girl- a girl more beautiful than anyone Fumikage had ever seen. It was a realistic depiction and it looked modern- it was only with that realization which led Tokoyomi to realize this journal wasn’t one he had seen before. Flipping through it, he hadn’t even noticed its sudden appearance. It was the newest one of them all- spanning for the last decade.  He leaned back in his bed and began,

So I guess it’s been a while huh? Here are some general updates: Shouta from class 2-A is an idiot but I guess he’s kinda cute. We picked out hero names today, I wanted to just keep my name but he dubbed me Phantom.. I called him Eraserhead in return. I hope it sticks. 

I’ve graduated from UA more than six times now- but I kinda like it. I do some professional hero work- especially info recall- but I’m worried about how the public will react to a ghost. It would definitely fuck with some peoples religious views. 

It’s better this way. I’ve also decided to distance myself from Shinso- she and I got along great, but her twin brother has been acting weirdly around me for a while. His quirk is amazing, but I’ve seen plenty of unstable students pass through these halls and I know enough to keep my distance. Shouta doesn’t seem to agree- neither does Hizashi. I guess only time will tell.

As for manifesting my physical form- it’s a lot harder than I had hoped. I can become visual for three active minutes or ten minutes with no moving. I’m still not touchable, but I hope that will change with time. That’s all for now- I’ll try to check in soon.

He shook his head- surely those names must be common, but she was in UA and only so many coincidences can happen at one time. He wonders how she was now. Mostly, he wonders if she’s still at UA. They hadn’t announced her as a student, so was she a pro hero now? 

Was it weird to still be in the body of a sixteen year old? There were so many issues with immortality- he wondered how she coped with it. These questions abused him throughout the morning. He thought of how lonely she must be, how it must be so awful to be all by herself.

He wondered why he cared so much- why had he developed such a strong scene of attachement to this girl? The fuzzy feeling in his chest when he saw the drawing of the girl had taken up his entire mind- he needed to know more.

As soon as he entered his familiar class room he marched straight up to his teachers desk with passion in his eyes- “Professor, can we talk after class? I have some questions I’d like to ask you,”

Aizawa glarred at the corner of the room, an annoyed frown tugging at his lips. This was gonna be a long day.

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A/N 

Sorry for dropping off the planet everyone! This has been in the drafts for a  long time and finally gets to see the light of day. I’ve had some mental health issues (not related to this story don’t worry) and am working on myself. I fully intend to finish the Christmas countdown I committed to and this account is still active, but this will remain on the back burner until I am well on my way to recovery. Requests will remain open for the time being and I will continue to make progress. Thank you for the lovely anon’s in my inbox with constant support and requests, I appreciate all of you. Thank you all and I hope you enjoyed this work <3

What’s In A Forever

Pairing: S. Aizawa x Male! Reader

Rating: 14+

Words: 1k334

Warnings: Adoption Restictions

Request: Anon <3--  Mind if I request a fluffy scenario for Aizawa where in the past, his male s/o gave him a promise ring promising that he would marry him in the future, but then a time skip to the present where there both pro heroes, Aizawa and his husband both married with two children, the first being eri, and the other being a baby boy named Oboro (who Aizawa named after his friend), who which looks more like Aizawa

A/n:  As of April 2020 Same-Sex couples are not allowed to adopt in Japan. This work will be gently ignoring this outraging fact! Enjoy and read on!

       Perhaps forever isn’t what it’s meant to be. Maybe things shouldn’t end up how they’ve planned– Sure the dream was nice and all, but it wasn’t particle. They were just kids after all, it wasn’t realistic for then to end up with the happily ever after they had dreamed of; especially with the line of work they planned on dedicating their lives to.

The lunch rush was just subsiding when the rooftop-quintumplet sat with their meals. The cafeteria was always a little too crowded, one too many peering eyes. It was much more comfortable outside on the roof. 

Aizawa had taken his signature place against the old and broken air vent, which always resulted in his sneezing throught the day while Nemuri. 

Yamada and Shirakumo were conjoined at the hip since the two groups had merged. Their personalities meshed well, though Yamada’s noise levels were enough for anyone to get annoyed. 

It had been the beginning of year two when Y/n and Oboro had joined forces with Shouta and Hizashi. They hadn’t interacted at all in their first year of school– not with Shouta hyper focused on proving himself worthy of the hero course, with the minor exception of Shouta and Y/n going to the same internship. 

Nothing had happened between them, of course. Oh no– surely all the time they soend training together and nights spent learning in ths dark streets hadnt resulted in tention building between them. They exchanged numbers and met up outside of the internships, and it might not have been completely out of the question if they flirted a little. It’s possible there was a small, itty bitty, minuscule, mutual attraction between them, but nothing serious. Nothing at all.

They hadn’t done anything- and they definitely didn’t tell anyone. They were fine with this, with sitting shoulder to shoulder at lunch. They had their little looks and inside jokes- late night work outs and study sessions. They had all they needed- it would be selfish to demand more than that.

Y/n and Shouta seemed to mesh just as well as Oboro and Yamada. Shouta was thoughtful, he had only a few people he enjoyed being around, and when someone’s excepted into his friend group it’s almost as satisfying as a cat claiming their lap for a nap. 

Y/n seemed to be the opposite of Shota. He either knew or was friends with everyone. It never mattered to him what their quirk was, who they liked or what they enjoyed, he truly got along with everyone, including Shota’s long-time older ‘rival’, Toshinori. 

Y/n understood where Shouta was coming from, he truly did, but Yagi always had good advise- and an even better taste in jewelry. It was a weird thing to know, but Toshinori seemed to be well-versed in everything when it came to jewelry.

The velvet box sitting in his back pocket was a reminder of their little shopping trip. It was a pretty little box, but inside was all of the doubts and fears he had, all of his insecurities were piled into one place. It was a heavy box, but the red color only reminded him of the blush on Shouta’s cheeks, of late night talks and locked pinkies, it was their love- flaws and all. 

This little box held the glares they received in the halls and the abuse they faced from protesters, but it also represented their hour long conversations- every time they talked about a flat in the city, one with a floor length window and two cats, and the names of their fur babies. This box was everything that they were- everything they will be. It was them.

And now, all that was left to do was give it to him.

“Shouta,” Y/n whispered to his boyfriend. He stood behind Shouta while they gazed out on the stars. The night sky was beautiful, but Y/n couldn’t bring himself to admire it. 

“Yeah?” He breathed, not able to remove his sight from the twinkling stars that look just like the ones in his beloved’s eyes.

“Babe,” Y/n said, lowering himself to one knee.

Shouta turned around and took a stark breath in, “What are you doing?” 

“I- Shouta... I love you,” 

Aizawa’s eyes darted around the empty rooftop, but the only other things up there were his boyfriend and a velvet box. “Y/n,”

“I know that-” Y/n stopped to sniffle and re-gather the air that had flown from his lungs. “We’ve faced a lot in our lives. I know that some people will never approve of us being together, and I know we’re going to have to fight a lot harder. But I also know that I love you, and I want to be with you,”

“Y/n, we can’t get married,” Shouta said, shaking his head.

“I know! I know, this isn’t an engagement ring- not yet. Just a promise. A promise that I’ll be with you through everything- the ups and the downs. And one day, even if we lose a lot on the way, we’ll be able to get married. I don’t care what it costs because I love- I love- I love you,” tears have stained the concrete floor beneath Y/n’s head, and the dark grey was barley visible even with the stars illuminating the area around them.

“Do you really think that we’ll be able to be together?” He asked, not looking down from the sky- mostly in fear of joining his boyfriend in his tears.

“I do! There are places that allow it! Even if we can never be married here, I’ll take you somewhere else! We’ll go to Canada, or the Netherlands, or Massachusetts! I’ll take you where ever we have to go, as long as you say yes,”

Shouta got down next to his boyfriend and collapsed into his shoulder, burying his teary eyes into his neck. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes...”

For what felt like an hour they sat there, with bruised knees and puddles of tears on the floor, and yes’s were exchanged never-ending. 

Well fast-forward 15 years and it’s now 2020. The flat is amazing, and they curl up next to each other and read on rainy days- looking out to the twinkling lights of the city. The cat’s are named Buttercup and Snowball, but there was an addition of a kitten that they took in- Mittens. 

The ring he once had to wear on a chain hidden beneath his shirt was now re-sized and on his finger, sitting daintily next to the marriage ring that they exchanged not ten years prior. 

Their forever was beautiful- working together as under-ground hero’s was a dream come true. But, even though he hates to admit it, Y/n feels a bit better knowing his husband is now working mostly out of a classroom. It’s comforting to know only one of them is doing stupid things 24/7.

Even though their future has everything they wanted it to, it’s not quite like how they imagined. Taking in a little girl with a dangerous quirk was an unexpected addition to their road, but Eri made every day magical. 

Even after adopting the beautiful girl, Shouta had approached Y/n with the idea of taking in another child. While his argument was that he didn’t want Eri to be lonely when both of her dad’s were at work. Y/n knew right away that her husband had gotten baby fever. 

After discussing the legalistics for months, they adopted their first boy. His beautiful black hair was scarily similar to Shouta’s, and he also had the traditional Y/L/N family red-eyes. 

Eri loved Oboro, named after their fallen best friend, with all of her heart. While they still mourn their best friend, it’s almost like he lives on through his name’s sake. They can see him in the baby’s smile, in his laugh and face, it’s Oboro through and through.

The future is hard to predict, and it’s even harder to deal with. It’s full of twists and turns, heartbreak and love, it’s a never ending paradox that changes the moment you think you figure it out. It’s pain and joy, it’s a contradiction to everything logical.

But here, surrounded by his family, Y/n can’t help but to watch the stupid disney movie and think, what’s really in a forever?

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! 

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!

Master List- Boku No Hero Academia

                                      Last Updated: 10/1/2021

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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?

Your Reply:

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?

Your Reply:

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

Sweet Eyes And Butterflies (Bakugo x Kirishima Fluff)

Fandom: Bnha / Mha Warnings: None! (Except for an ooc Bakugo I guess?) Words: 683 (Sorry it’s so short!) Requested by: @i-happen-to-be-a-sociopath Request/Prompt:  hello there! if it's not too much trouble, would you be willing to write some fluff for my bois kiri and bakugo. something soft or sleepy, or both. please and thank you~

AN It’s never trouble! Sorry, it took so gosh darn long... I struggled so hard to imagine this, that it’s really short, but I hope you at least kinda like it?

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Bakugo knew that if he wanted to stay at the top of his classes, he would need to study harder and harder every time he opened his book. He was well aware of the unwavering Todoroki, and somehow Deku even came close to scoring the same as him recently. He decided that the only logical explanation was that he wasn’t studying as hard as he used to, and he needed to up his game. But that was growing difficult every second.

Why was the most dedicated guy in class struggling to focus on one single, stupid scientific scenario? Simple. His adorable, freaking, boyfriend, was asleep on his bed and cuddled up into a ball. His spikey red hair lacked any product, so it fell around his face in soft little puffs of fire, and his mouth had fallen slightly open. But most importantly, he was all snuggled up and warm in Bakugo’s brand new, black sweatshirt. How unfair was that!

He huffed and looked back at his pair. Light particles had never particularly interested him, but neither had sharks before this year, so who’s to say it wouldn’t grow on him throughout this unit? That being said, each second that passes with Kirishima sleeping in his bed while he’s learning new facts about refraction and different mediums makes him hate it more and more.

He wants nothing more than to throw his binder and textbook out the window and lie down next to his boyfriend, but he was torn. What would happen if Deku surpassed him? How would he manage?

Simple answer, he wouldn’t. It was stupid, Kirishima made him well aware of that, but it isn’t his fault when that stupid idiot thought he was better than everyone else! He just had to push himself harder.

Everyone was surprised when Bakugo and Kirishima were ‘revealed’ as a coupe, but no one was more shocked than them. They had been a couple for three months, and they never felt the needed to say anything about it, but it’s not like they hid it. They flirted in front of everyone- pretty sure they’ve kissed in front of everyone too. So, when the majority of class 1A went to the park and saw them kissing on a bench, their reaction was like a cold wakeup call. Apparently, no one managed to pick up on it- which just proved how utterly ridiculous his class was.

Bakugo blushed at the memory... It was a colder fall day, and they had been missing each other for the entire week. So, they decided that they would forget studying for one day and go out on a much needed day. The problem was, Kirishima had forgotten his gloves. Like the great boyfriend, he was, Bakugo st of mini-explosions onto Kirishima’s hardened hands. It was so freaking adorable, and as a thank you, Eijiro had kissed his nose. Which, of course, lead to a full-blown makeout session in the middle of an empty park- until the park wasn’t empty anymore. 

The class was practically screaming at them- Bakugo almost sent a fire-ball there way. Nevertheless, he simply pulled his boyfriend's body onto his lap and they stayed close together to keep warm.

“Baby...?” A voice had drawn out the nickname three times longer than it should have been said, and it was laced with sleepiness. “Come to bed,” he whispered.

Maybe it was the trip down Memory Lane that finally got him to put down his pencil, but in nearly two seconds he was cuddled against Kirishima, while the red-head buried his face in Bakugo’s shoulder. 

“You’re so warm,” he whispered, his hot breath tickled Bakugo’s skin.

“Thank’s babe, you’re pretty hot too,” he said with a lazy smile before he fell into the plushness that is the hoard of blankets and pillows Kirishima had accumulated. 

They had been in that position for an hour or two- long enough that both of them thought the other was far into sleep.

“God,” Bakugo breathed slightly out of his noes, “I love you so fucking much.”

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“I love you too,”