Title: The Broken Hearts Club

Title: The Broken Hearts Club

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader / Kirishima Eijiro x Reader

Rating: teen - light swearing, angst, unrequited love

This wasn’t supposed to happen. I was meant to be writing the next instalment for Twos Company but I wasn’t really feeling it. A new friend suggested I put it aside and try something new so I did and this happened. Turns out I couldn’t focuse on a romance because I was after a tragedy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28558134

Katsuki slumped forward on the bar, his elbows digging in as knocked back his whisky and signalled the bar tender for another. The whole time he kept his eyes trained on the mirror behind the bar, watching as the happy couple laughed and clung to one another. His eyes tracked her every movement watching as he smile got wider, a pink tinge to her cheeks as she held out her left hand for all to see, the diamond on her engagement ring sparkling in the light.

He grunted as the bar tender placed another drink down in front of him, taking the empty glass away. Katsuki snatched the glass up quickly, draining half of it in one go. He was drinking too much, had lost count after glass number six and that had been half an hour ago but he couldn’t take it anymore. Katsuki knew if he carried on he would probably end up making a fool of himself, probably end up hurting people he cared about but he needed to drown out his feelings and the open bar seemed like a good placed to do that.

Y/N laughed, her face lighting up with it and Katsuki’s breath caught. She truly was beautiful, fucking perfect in his eyes. He wanted to be the reason for her smiles, wanted to be the one who could make her laugh like that. He wanted to be the one to kiss her and hold her tight, be the one she went home with every night and got to say I love you. Katsuki wanted all that and more and the bitter taste of jealousy and despair filled his mouth, making it feel like he was chewing on ash. His grip tightened on the glass as Katsuki finished off his drink and practically slammed the glass down whilst demanding another from the annoyed looking bartender.

“Bakubro!” Eijiro exclaimed loudly, flinging his arm over Katsuki’s shoulder and pulling the reluctant blonde tighter against him. He grunted at the action, swaying on his feet as he shoved the laughing man away from him. “Get off me shitty hair” he growled out angrily. The redhead went with a smile, turning to lean against the bar and waved to get the bartenders attention. Neither of them said anything as they waited for their drinks and Katsuki had to force himself to keep his eyes from straying to Y/N. He had been so caught up watching her that he hadn’t even noticed the other man leaving her side until it was too late to make a run for it. He hadn’t necessarily been avoiding Eijiro but he hadn’t been seeking out his company either, not wanting to bring the others good mood down.

“This is crazy huh? Man I can’t believe she said yes” Eijiro laughed, smiling brightly as he took a swig of his beer. Katsuki just grunted, sipping at he own now double whiskey. How the idiot had ever thought she would say no was beyond Katsuki. Everyone could see how smitten they were with each other. The thought was bitter in his mind, dark and twisting until his head hurt. He was a horrible person, an even worse friend. Eijiro had just gotten engaged, Katsuki should be happy for him but instead all he felt was a bitter and all-consuming jealousy that felt like it was going to suffocate him. He should leave.

He knocked back the last of his drink, placing the empty glass down before pushing himself up. He felt light headed, his mind and vision a little hazy around the edges. He had drunk too much but his heavy eyes still managed to find Y/N in the mirror, her smile still bright as she laughed with Mina and Jiro. “I need to go” he grumbled under his breath, not caring if Eijiro heard him or not. This should be a happy night, a time for celebration and him being here would just bring everything down. He hadn’t taken more than two steps before a hand was curling around his bicep and pulling him back.

Katsuki growled out in warning. “Get the fuck off me shitty hair” he snapped, yanking his arm out the other man’s hold. “You can’t go yet” he whined, a nervous look in his eyes. Huffing Katsuki folded his arms over his chest and stood up straighter, glaring down at his friend and trying to make himself look as intimidating as possible. It had never worked on the idiot before so why Katsuki thought it would now was beyond anyone’s guess. “Why the fuck not?” he spat out angrily. He just wanted to go home and drink until he passed out, until his mind was blissfully blank and numb.

Eijiro offered him a shy smile, rubbing nervously at the back of his neck and Katsuki’s stomach twisted as dread shoved his anger aside. “Well. You’re my best friend, more like a brother than anything and I can’t imagine going through this without you. I want you to be my best man” Eijiro asked sincerely and Katsuki actually felt the bile rising up his throat. This was too much, a fucking nightmare that just wouldn’t go away. Katsuki had thought it bad enough when the redhead had asked him along to help look for an engagement ring, the two of them going from shop to shop until Katsuki had spotted the perfect one.

It had caught his eye instantly, a thin rose gold band with a square cut dim and in the middle but it had been set on its points. It wasn’t an overly large diamond but it was the largest one on the ring, six smaller diamonds set either side that tapered off to be set into the band. It was simple and elegant and perfect, glistening under the bright lights of the store and he had been able to imagine on Y/Ns finger instantly, could picture the way it would sparkle and shimmer with every movement she made.

Katsuki had thought that would be the worst part but then he had had to listen to the idiot panic about how to ask her and after weeks of listening to him go on and on Katsuki had finally snapped. He had told Eijiro exactly how he would do it. What restaurant to go to even what wine to fucking order. He told him where to go afterwards, down to the cherry blossom lined river that lead out to a massive fountain that was always lit up at this time of year at night. He told Eijiro exactly what he would say to her as well, how he would tell Y/N how amazing she was, how her smile could light up his life like the first warm rays of sun after a cold and bitter winter and how his life didn’t seem worth it if she wasn’t there. He had spilt his feelings to his friend and Eijiro had said how beautiful it had been then proceeded to tease him about his hidden romantic side, completely unaware that Katsuki had meant every word.

He had thought it bad enough that she now wore the ring Katsuki had picked, had been proposed to the way Katsuki would have if it had been him but it was so much worse because now Eijiro wanted him to stand next to him at the alter and watch her walk towards him in a wedding dress and know that she wasn’t walking to him, wasn’t going to be devoting her life to him until their last breaths. He couldn’t do it, didn’t want to do it. It was be fucking torture, not to mention cruel but he knew he would because Eijiro was his fucking friend and it wasn’t his fault that Katsuki was so fucked up. He deserved a better friend than Katsuki but he had picked him for some reason and the blonde couldn’t disappoint him like that no matter how much it would hurt him.

Katsuki just stood there, staring at Eijiro with his hands clenched at his side, nails digging into his palms. “I...” Katsuki started to speak but Eijiro cut him off, placing his hands on his chest and smiling widely. “You don’t need to answer now. Just think about it. I’ve been a nervous mess through this and you’ve really helped me though it man”. Katsuki dug his nails in harder, the sharp sting of pain in his hands accompanied by the ice shard he felt digging into his chest. “It’s nothing” he ground out through clenched teeth, wanting this conversation over as quickly as possible.

Eijiro smiled, patting him on the chest before twisting and grabbing his beer and a glass of wine that he hadn’t noticed before. “You’re the best bro. I couldn’t have done this without you” he said cheerfully, his smile getting wider and showing off his incredibly sharp teeth. Katsuki could feel himself cracking as the redhead’s thanks and praise splitting his resolve to keep his feelings to himself but before Katsuki could crush their friendship into dust Eijiro was talking again, taking a few steps away from the bar. “I better go deliver this, don’t want to keep the future Mrs Kirishima waiting” he beamed and then he was gone, disappearing between the crows to go find Y/N.

Katsuki watched him go, suddenly feeling like his stomach was full of bricks. Growling he turned back to the bar, getting the bartenders attention once more but instead of getting a glass Katsuki took the whole bottle, snatching that and his previous glass off the bar top before stalking around the edges of the room until he found an empty booth in a relatively dark corner of the room. He sank into the soft and worn leather, half filling his glass and slumping forward, his eyes instantly finding Y/N and Eijiro amongst the crowed of well-wishers that had gathered in the small bar to congratulate them.

They looked good together, to annoyingly bright and happy people, smiling and laughing. Katsuki hated it. Hated how he couldn’t stop imagining himself in Eijiro’s place, his arm wrapped around Y/Ns waist as they huddled together, her loving gaze turned towards Katsuki as she retold the story of how he had proposed time and time again. He hatted every second he spent wallowing and fantasising yet he couldn’t seem to stop, the bitter taste of longing lodging in his throat. So as the night went on Katsuki drunk, slowly making his way through the bottle, his mind and body getting heavier under the excessive amounts of alcohol.

At some point the floor of the bad had become a dance floor and despite his angry protests Mina had dragged him from his secluded corner and forced him to take part it there stupidness and for the most part it had been okay. He had gotten lost to his friends idiocy, even managing a laugh when dunce face had crashed into the back of Deku and caused him spill his drink all down the candy canes pristine white shirt. It had been funny, even more so when Denki had made things worse in his haste to help by knocking the stuck up pricks glass of red wine down his front as well. The whole incident had improved his foul mood considerably but Katsuki wasn’t so lucky these days and the reality of his situation had come crashing back down around him when a panting and smiling Eijiro had slung his arm over Katsuki’s shoulder, his slightly drunken friend explaining his love and admiration for the blonde loud enough for most the room to hear before promptly informing Katsuki he needed to piss.

This wouldn’t normally be a problem, Katsuki shrugging the other man off and yelling at him for over sharing but before he could even utter a word of his disgust Eijiro was shoving him across the floor, his hands rock hard on Katsuki’s shoulders as he forced him towards Y/N insisting that his best friend, his best man keep his future wife company whilst he was gone. Katsuki had panicked, had seen the look of alarm in Y/Ns eyes as Eijiro had tried to shove them together. Both of them had tried to convince the red head that neither of them had needed to others company but he had insisted, sprouting some bullshit about his best man and his best girl spending time together as they were the two most important people in his life and he wanted them to get along. Both of them had gone quiet at that, neither of them looking at the other as Eijiro placed Katsuki’s hands on Y/Ns waist and hers on the blonde’s shoulders. He walked away with a laugh and a bright smile, jokingly yelling at Katsuki not to get to comfortable because he would be back soon enough to take his place not realising how both of them went stiff at his teasing words. It was awkward and horrible, the two of them just stood there as other couples around them danced to the slow love song and Katsuki desperately wished for the ground to open up and swallow him whole. This was all his fault.

Huffing and gritting his jaw Katsuki reluctantly started to move, well aware of people watching them and waiting to see what would happen. It was a well-known fact amongst their friends that though he and Y/N didn’t dislike one another they didn’t necessarily like one another either. There had always been a tension there, a reluctance to spend time together, especially in such close proximity they just didn’t know why. They moved to the music, barely even moving as they awkwardly shuffled, still neither of them looking at one another.

He felt stiff, his hands twitching as he tried to keep his grip light but it was difficult, having her this close. He could smell the faint sweet vanilla of her perfume, a gift from Eijiro last Christmas that Katsuki had helped pick. He could feel the heat coming off of her, no more so then where they were touching. They were close, to close really but he couldn’t help himself, his thumbs brushing ever so slightly against her sides. The last time he had touched her was months ago, Katsuki catching her as she tripped whilst they had all been hiking on a rare couple of days off together. He had been lagging behind, his eyes firmly fixed on her ass in her shorts as he berated himself for being so fucking weak. There hadn’t been anyone else there to help as she had slipped, arms flailing as she fell back and right into Katsuki’s waiting arms.

She had looked up at him with wide and surprised eyes, her back pressed firmly against his front. Her cheeks had been red, both from the exertion of the climb and the panic of falling, her chest heaving as she breathed deeply, sweat sliding down her neck and disappearing between her breasts. He had been struck by her beauty then, the sun shining down on them, bright and hot and he had felt it as clear as anything, the desire to hold on and never let go. His head had been half way bent down towards her, Y/Ns eyes going wide and he had been able to feel her surprise and panic. Then Eijiro had been calling out, Katsuki snapping out of his stupor and had practically shoved Y/N away from him and into the redhead’s arms. He had stormed ahead after that, yelling at Y/N to watch where she was going because he wouldn’t help her again. The feel of her in his arms had stayed there long after they had parted ways that night and like the pathetic mess he was Katsuki had let his mind wonder that night to what would have happened if it had just been them and he hadn’t let her go. He knew tonight would be the same.

“You don’t have to do this”. Her quiet voice cut through his thoughts and for the first time since they had been forced into each other’s arms Katsuki looked at her. Y/N looked back at him but she wasn’t smiling any more. She looked up at him with a mix of feelings. Pain, sadness, understanding but none more so obvious than pity. “Yes I do” he growled out, his anger getting the best of him. He didn’t need nor want her pity. She frowned, a small spark of anger flashing in her eyes that mirrored his own and Katsuki briefly wondered if it was his, her quirk picking up on it and making it her own.

They glared at one another for a few long and tense moments, both of them stubborn and refusing to give in. Finally though Y/N sighed, tearing her gaze away from his to look off at something over his shoulder. “It’s not fair of him to ask it of you” she sighed, still not meeting Katsuki’s intense gaze. He scoffed at her remark. “Would you rather I tell him why I shouldn’t fucking do it?” he snarled out. She had the good sense to look a little sheepish, keeping her mouth thankfully shut. “That’s what I thought” he snapped, finally able to tear his gaze away from her.

Things felt even tenser now than they had before, Katsuki feeling on edge like he did before a fight. This wasn’t her fault. No Katsuki was the only person who could shoulder the blame for their current situation but that didn’t mean he couldn’t hate her just a little bit for making him fall so completely for her. It hadn’t always been that way though. The first time he meet her he had brushed her off, to consumed with his job and being his usual rude and abrasive self. The same had gone for the second and third time he had seen her but the fourth time had been different. They had been paired together for a rescue mission, Y/N assigned to him because of her quirk and his abrasive nature. It had been three days of constant work as they looked for survivors after a building collapsed and by the end of it Katsuki had fallen hard but it had already been too late by then. He had gone to Eijiro for advice on how to ask the women out and instead had found Y/N, all laughter and smiles and dressed only in one of the redhead’s many Crimson Riot tees. He had lost his chance long before he even knew he had had one.

He felt the pain and sorrow he had been feeling ease slightly, like a balm had been applied to sooth a burn. Not getting rid of the pain but lessening it slightly. He let out the breath he didn’t realise he had been holding in one big rush, some of the tension he had been feeling easing slightly. It wasn’t real, wasn’t even his own feelings but he welcomed it none the less. Katsuki wished it would go deeper though, wished it would smother everything he was feeling and leave him numb. “Make it stop” he whispered. He sounded desperate to his own ears, his voice cracking slightly as he begged for something he knew wasn’t possible. She was only an empath, able to manipulate others emotions but she couldn’t erase them all together.

“I wish I could” she answered just as softly and Katsuki once more turned to look down at her. She looked so sad and broken as she gazed back at him. He hatted that he was the one to make her look like that. All he ever wanted was to make her smile but he never had. No all he did was make her sad and nervous, uncomfortable to be around him. “I wish I could give you that Katsuki. You deserve so much more than this”. At some point one of her hands had moved from his shoulder, her palm pressing against his cheek. Her skin was soft and warm and despite knowing better Katsuki let his eyes fall closed and leaned into the touch, nuzzling against her. He shouldn’t be doing it, they were in the middle of a crowded room, any one could see him but his alcohol clouded mind didn’t allow him much time to worry about it, to busy trying to commit to memory how soft her skin felt against him.

“I’m sorry” she mumbled, her voice breaking slightly. Katsuki reluctantly opened his eyes, reaching up with both hands to pry her hand away from him. At some point they had stopped moving, the two of them stilling as a sombre aura seemed to settle over them. Around them people still laughed and danced, seemingly unaware or uncaring of what was happening between the two of them. Katsuki had to wonder if maybe that was her doing, pushing their feelings of happiness and excitement higher so they wouldn’t notice them.

“It’s not your fault” he mumbled. He held her hand in his, hiding it between them and looking down at it with a frown. The engagement ring glinted in the light, almost like it was taunting him. He ran his thumb over her knuckles, knocking against the ring. Her skin was soft and smooth under his thumb and he wanted to feel more of her, wanted to know if she was that soft all over. Without giving it another thought he slid his had high, flipping her hand over so he could no longer see the stupid diamonds. His fingers dancing along her wrist, feeling her pulse thumping away under her delicate skin. “It’s not your fault” he whispered again, his voice barely audible as he pressed his thumb down just to feel her pulse flutter. He wanted it to be because she welcomed his touch, liked the feel of him as much as he liked the feel of her but he knew it was probably nerves, Y/N keeping track of his emotions so she could stop him if he tried to take things too far.

Maybe this was already too far, pushing his luck whilst he was too drunk to properly keep control over his desires. He would regret all of this come morning when he was hung over and his mouth felt and tasted like something had crawled into his mouth and died. He would lay in bed going over everything he was doing now and hate himself for it, scream and shout and berate himself till he was red in the face and his head felt like it would explode. He would regret all of this but now, stood here before Y/N he couldn’t find it in him to stop, his fingers slowly working their way up her exposed arm.

“Katsuki” she said softly, placing her other hand over his and stopping his movements. Blinking stupidly Katsuki slowly turned to look at Y/N. She was smiling sadly at him, that look of pity back in her eyes and quickly Katsuki snatched his hands back, stepping away from her and looking around nervously. Fuck what was he doing? This was stupid, he was being stupid. Anyone could have seen them, would have been able to take one look at him and known how he felt.

Panicking Katsuki turned to make a quick escape but he didn’t get far. Y/N grabbed his arm, her grip tight and keeping him in place. Growling Katsuki tensed, his hands balling into fists again. “Let go of me” he growled but all Y/N did was tighten her grip, her fingers digging into his arm through his shirt. “No” she snapped, sounding angry now. Snarling Katsuki yanked his arm out of her hold and spun back round to face her. “What do you want from me?” he snarled, towering over her. He could see the small flicker of fear in her eyes, Y/N taking a slight step back and his heart fucking broke. People were looking, could feel their eyes on him but he couldn’t care less right now. People already thought of him as an asshole so why not give them exactly what they wanted?

When she didn’t say anything Katsuki scoffed and stormed from the room, this time Y/N letting him go. He slammed past people, not caring when they cried out in indignation. He had to get the fuck out of there before he made things even worse. “Hey Bakubro” Eijiro called excitedly as Katsuki got closer to him, smiling wide but it soon feel as he caught sight of the look on the blondes face. “What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly, eyes darting past Katsuki and he knew then that Y/N was following him. “I’m leaving” he snarled out, his shoulder slamming into the redheads on his way past.

“What the hell man!” he called out angrily as he stumbled to the side but Katsuki didn’t stop, storming from the bar and out into the cool night. The fresh air made him feel dizzy, the underlying feeling of nausea getting stronger but still he didn’t stop even as he stumbled. Finally though he came to a stop as he rounded the corner of the building and had stumbled half way down the side street. His anger finally run out and Katsuki collapsed back against the wall with a groan. He was fucking everything up. Eijiro was going to hate him after tonight and Katsuki would deserve it.

Screaming he slammed his fist against the wall, the rough stone slicing his knuckles open and leaving his hand throbbing. Cursing he cradled his arm against his chest, glaring down as blood began to drip over his fingers and onto the floor. “Well, that was clever” came a sarcastic and familiar voice from behind and Katsuki spun round snarling to find Y/N standing a few paces behind him, arms crossed and looking at him like he was an idiot. “Fuck off” he snapped, turning away from her and beginning to storm away from her. “Charming as always” she drawled sarcastically and Katsuki snapped.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?” he roared, his voice echoing off the walls as he spun round to glare at her. Everything fell silent apart from his ragged breathing. His chest was heaving and his hand throbbing and he was fucking done with this shit. He just wanted to go home and pretend this night had never fucking happened. Y/N looked startled, eyes wide and body tensed but it didn’t last. Sighing her shoulders slumped, her arms unfolding and falling to her sides. “We can’t keep doing this Katsuki”.

Katsuki felt his heart stutter at her tone of voice, sounding both determined and resigned to what was happening. “He’s worried about you, wanted to come after you himself but I thought it best that he didn’t”. Katsuki grunted at that, looking down at his feet in shame. Of course the idiot would be worried about him, probably thinking something was wrong that he could fix but there was no fixing this, not by Eijiro anyway. “I don’t want to come between you and him Katsuki. Your friendship means a lot to him and I don’t want to ruin that”. Katsuki winced at her soft and pleading words, that feeling of nausea back again but a thousand times worse. It wasn’t her coming between them it was him and his stupid fucking feelings. She shouldn’t be the one worried about ruining anything because all she had done was fall in love with a good man and been nice to his friends. It wasn’t her fault that Katsuki didn’t know how to handle his feelings and was falling apart at the seams.

“I’m leaving” she sighed and Katsuki’s head snapped up, eyes wide and full of panic. Y/N looked back at him with sad determination and he didn’t know what to do. What did she mean she was leaving? Leaving now or leaving, leaving? Surely if it was the latter than she would have said they were leaving, her and Eijiro but she hadn’t. “I’ve taken a job in America. Three months to help with the relief efforts after the last super villain attack” she explained and something in Katsuki eased. She wasn’t leaving all together but she was leaving.

Eijiro hadn’t said anything beforehand but Katsuki actively tried to avoid talking about Y/N with him so maybe he had missed it. Or maybe she had just decided after tonight, unable to stand Katsuki and his feelings any longer so she was running, trying to put some distance between them. Katsuki wouldn’t blame her. She was an empath, could feel everything Katsuki was feeling. It must be hard to smile and play nice when Katsuki was practically forcing his feelings onto her every time they were so much as in the same room together. He was surprised she hadn’t left already, convinced Eijiro to move cities to get away from him.

His self-disgust and anger lessened, his emotions getting duller once more. Y/N fiddled with the ring on her finger, nibbling on her lip and looking nervous. He felt his own nerves spike. He knew that look. Knew she was about to say something he wouldn’t necessarily like. “I want you to be happy Katsuki and I know that me being here is difficult for you so whilst I’m gone you should...you should try” she urged stepping towards him. Katsuki didn’t even know he was shaking until she gently took hold of his hands, her fingers delicately ghosting over his already bruising knuckles.

“You’re a good man Katsuki and you deserve so much more than this so I want you to try. Meet people, go on dates, forget I even exist if you have to just please try” she pleaded desperately. At some point she had stepped in closer, letting go of his damaged hand to curl hers around his neck, her fingers sinking into his hair. Katsuki mirrored her, his large hand cupping her cheek. He pressed their foreheads together, his red eyes boring into hers. They were close, close enough that he could feel her breath against his lips. He brushed his thumb along her cheek, intense eyes trying to take in every detail he could about her.

She was right. Always was. This wasn’t the first time they had had a conversation like this, Y/N trying to urge him to meet someone else, to move on and be happy. Katsuki had tried, time and time again he had tried but no matter what he had always found himself comparing them to Y/N and they had paled in comparison. But he couldn’t keep doing it. It was unfair of him to do this to her, to Eijiro. He needed to move on, let this go and with her gone maybe he would be able to. She wouldn’t be there to keep reminding him of what he wanted but couldn’t have. They said time healed all wounds and maybe without her there he would finally be able to move on.

He probably needed the distance, would have to cut down on his time with Eijiro so he didn’t have to listen to the other man going on about how much he missed Y/N but maybe, if he was lucky, by the time the wedding rolled around he would be able to stand up there with the redhead and feel nothing but happiness for his friend. It was a long shot, would take more than three pathetically short months to get past years of longing and love but he had to do it, not only for Y/Ns and Eijiro’s sake but also for his own.

“I love you” he whispered gruffly. It was the first time he had ever said it out loud, the first time he had let his guard down enough to let it all come crashing out but if this was going to be his only chance than he needed her to hear it from his lips instead of just feeling it mixed with his shame. She smiled softly at him, her eyes sad and glistening with unshed tears. “I know”. Katsuki slammed his own eyes shut, desperately trying to stop the tears before they could fall. He loved her but she didn’t love him back. She loved Eijiro and he loved her back and that was fact.

Katsuki couldn’t say what motivated him but he found himself leaning down, closing the gap between them and pressing his lips against hers. It was a chaste kiss, their lips barely moving. His lips were chapped and it tasted slightly salty but he couldn’t tell if it was her tears or his. She kissed him back though, her grip tightening on his neck slightly and he should feel elated at the fact but it was bittersweet. It felt like a goodbye and in some sense it was. She was leaving and taking his heart with him.

Katsuki pulled back slightly, keeping his eyes closed as he took a shuddering breath. He felt a calm wash over him, his racing heart instantly slowing. Sighing he stepped back, putting some distance between them and finally opened his eyes. Y/N had tear tracks down her face, her mascara having run and her eyes now red rimmed and puffy. He wanted to reach out and pull her into his embrace, to tell her everything would be okay and she shouldn’t cry over him but he didn’t think he would be able to let her go if he got his arms around her again and he needed to let her go.

Instead all he did was grunt and nod his head. He turned his back on her, shoving his hands into his pockets and wincing at the sting of pain that shot through his hand. He didn’t pull it out though, just carried on his way, listening to the thud of his feet on the pavement below. He didn’t look back, not once even though he desperately wanted to, ever hopeful that she would still be there but he didn’t want the disappointment of finding her gone.

Katsuki didn’t stop until he got home, keeping his mind focused on nothing but the pain in his hand and the rhythmic thud of his feet. He went through the motions getting back into his apartment, kicking his shoes off and shrugging his jacket over his shoulders. He chucked his keys into the waiting bowl on the small side table and then trudged into his living room. The apartment was cold and dark and completely still. Katsuki stood in the doorway, staring out at his empty home. In that moment he felt so completely and utterly alone. He had felt it before but never this sharply.

He had put so much effort into his career over the years, pushing everything else aside in his pursuit of becoming the best and it had payed off. He was number two now, just behind Deku but that was to be expected of All Might’s successor but there had been a lot of sacrifices along the way. Despite knowing it would never happen Katsuki had often entertained what it would be like to come home to Y/N. He knew what it was like to live with her, Eijiro having told him enough and he had witnessed it himself the few times he had been unable to get out of the other man’s invites without being a complete ass.

She always greeted him with a smile and a kiss, happy that the redhead was home. If she had made it home before him dinner would normally be waiting, the smell filling the apartment and it always smelt good. The place would be warm and lived in and the gentle sound of her chattering away as they discussed their days would be welcomed. Afterwards they would sit of the sofa, cuddled together and just enjoy the other’s company until it was time to go to bed. They would each have a preferred side of the bed and he would wrap his arms around her, holding her close as they drifted off, the last thing either of them hearing being the other saying that they loved them.

It was a dream, a fantasy that had slipped out of his grasp a long time ago but tonight made it seem so final. It was strange, how hard it suddenly hit him. He felt like someone had died, like a part of his life had been snuffed out. Katsuki’s legs gave out, his back hitting the wall behind him as he sank to the floor. Tears streamed down his face, his body shaking as he sobbed. He felt like he was being cut in two, a burning knife shoved into his gut and yanked all the way up to his heart. He shoved his hands into his hair, yanking at the strands as he began to rock.

This feeling wouldn’t last forever, he knew that but as his cries echoed around the empty room all Katsuki could feel was the overwhelming sense of guilt and grief. He had no one to blame for this but himself and as he collapsed onto his side, curling in on himself on the cold floor Katsuki let it all wash over him, wallowing in his pain. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he would get up and move on, take it one day at a time but for now he would suffer and lament the loss of the women he loved.

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Hi! I love your writing! I was wondering if I could get a scenario where Hawks finds out he has a baby sister with a similar quirk, tracks her down from where she's living on the streets, and brings her to his home. 🥺👉👈 Only for spring and mating season to swing around with a nice fertile birdy waiting at home for him. He can't stop himself from breeding her right full. 🥵🥵🥵

Notes: Pussy go brrrr Warnings: Noncon, dub con, incest, mating heat, mating pheromones, kidnapping, bondage, yandere

If you had known what your long lost brother was planning for you, you never would have left the streets. You would have flown far and wide, as far as needed to get away from him.

But now it’s much too late.

“Shh sis, it’s okay,” Keigo murmurs as he sinks inch by inch into his little sister’s tight cunt. “This is what you’re made for, after all.” You whimper as his cock stretches out your inner walls, wet and ready for him despite how wrong the situation is. You can’t stop your body from reacting to the influx of mating hormones he’s giving off from every pore of his body.

Your cunt is slick with desire for him, and you can’t stop the moans and whimpers bubbling up inside of you as he begins to pound into you. “K-k-eigo,” you whine, making one last attempt to get him to stop before the hormone induced lust takes over you completely. “This is wrong, you’re my - “

He grips your thighs tighter, blunt nails digging into the flesh and leaving bruises as he holds you still to thrust deeper. His hips snap against yours, and you sob as your pussy gushes around his cock. Your legs are trembling, whole body on fire as your mind glazes over.

You wrap your legs tightly around him, heels digging into his back in an attempt to get him to go faster. “Nii-san,” you say tentatively, never having used that term before. Keigo groans deeply into the hollow of your neck, pace becoming frantic as he reaches his end. 

“Say it again, sis,” he manages to grunt out, “scream it when you cum around my cock.”

“Nii san!” You scream as your toes curl, heels digging harder into him as your body convulses with your orgasm. Your fluttering cunt around your brother’s sensitive cock has him following you, shooting hot ropes of cum against your cervix. He holds you in place, forcing you to take every drop as you sob.

“Shh, it’s okay sis,” he whispers as he holds you close, soothing you with soft chirps at your ear. “I’m sorry.”

Now that you’re coming down from your high, the reality of the situation smacks you hard, and hope blooms inside of you as you hope he’s coming to his senses as well.

Until you hear the click of metal.

“I’m sorry that I can’t quite trust you not to run from me yet. The mating heat lasts for about a week, you know.” Another click as your other wrist is chained to the bed. “And I have to make sure you’re properly bred before it’s over.”

A Silent Prayer (Midoriya Izuku/F!Reader)

I… honestly don’t know how this happened. The words just kinda came out. I didn’t start out intending to write a slow burn saga, but that’s apparently what my brain decided to do with it. Might continue the series at some point, to be honest; this whole universe has its hooks into me.

Collab piece for @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten​’s Citrus Dome server collaboration. 15k, completed, proofread, no beta. Pairings: Dryad!Midoriya Izuku/Human!Reader, Human!Toshinori Yagi/Dryad!Midoriya Inko Prompt: Gods Content warnings: Background character death, non-con (very brief, not explicit)

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Pain (Todoroki x reader soulmate au) PT2

Summary: it’s your first day of UA! Will you be able to keep up with the other students?

Warnings: Some cussing.

Pt1 PT3

Knock

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“(Y/N)?”

Knock

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Knock

The older women sighs deeply, leaning her forehead against the door. Her child, nine years old, is finally understanding what having a "soulmate" means.

"I'm coming in, honey"

The women opens the bedroom door, and feels tears brimming her eyes as she sees the state of her child.

Their (h/c) locks were everywhere, and their eyes were pink and puffy from crying.

"Mommy, why does it have to be me?"

The women rushes to her child, wrapping her arms around them. "Im so sorry honey"

The child stares at the ceiling, trying her best to ignore the stinging in her side. When they were younger, they didn't entirely understand what it meant to have a soulmate. Now that they're older, they know what it means.

The child lays a palm over her left eye, remembering the night when it felt as if half her face was burning off.

They don't mind the pain as much as you'd think they would, for one reason. The person who's going through all that pain is their soulmate. Their's. If they were going through all that hell, they were glad to be right there with them. They wanted nothing more than to save the person they're destined to be with.

A while after they first discovered her soulmate bond, they found little ways to let their soulmate know they were there.

They started pinching themself  on the arm. Not hard enough to cause a bruise or anything, but hard enough to let their soulmate know they were there.

Eventually, the two future lovers would "communicate" through pinching themselves when they felt nervous, or to ask if they were ok after feeling a sudden burst of pain that didn't belong to them. It's a simple gesture, but it meant the world to the two children.

They snap back to reality, and wipes their tears. They may not be able to help them now, but you be bet your ass that they're going to help their soulmate as soon as they meet them.

But that was another thing. How were they supposed to find them through pain? They couldn't just walk around the street hitting themselves and seeing if they can see a reaction from one of the strangers. Could they?

"I'm ok, mama"

"Are you sure?"

The child gives their mother a soft smile and nods their head.

"I'm sure."

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POV: (third person)

The young future hero sighs as they lay their hand against their palm, trying their best to focus on their caterpillar-like teacher.

They glance around the room, making mental notes of her fellow classmates.

One person that caught their eye straight away was a certain hot headed blonde.

He didn't care much for his classmates, apparently. He already got into an argument with Tenya Iida, the nice boy who welcomed them and Mina to class. He also didn't seem to care for a little green headed boy.

Another person that stuck out to her was none other than Shoto Todoroki himself.

He certainly was interesting looking. He looked like a Sideways Pokéball, or a candy cane. Half his hair was white, the other red, complimented with a gray eye on the white side, and a blue eye on the red.

He was also extremely attractive. Mina didn't hesitate to point that out, calling him "the hottest boy in class". And you couldn't agree more.

But to top it off, he seemed to have a terrible attitude. Great.

You glanced over at the red and white boy, wondering to yourself why he was so "distant".

You contemplated trying to talk to him again. You didn't want to have any enemies in UA, so maybe you should try and get on his nice side?

Or, at the very least, try to clear up whatever problem he has with you.

He nodded to yourself confidently, taking one more glance at the boy. Only to be met with his eyes landed directly on you.

You fluster at the thought of being caught, and curse yourself for ever looking in the first place.

You regain focus on the teacher, who also stuck out to you.

It's the first day of school, and he's already become your favorite teacher. You couldn't believe your eyes when the man wobbled in with his bright yellow sleeping bag, and a Capri sun in his mouth.

Of course, those weren't the only students that stuck out to you, though. There were tons of people who seemed really cool, with very interesting and useful quirks.

There was a boy with a tail,

An invisible girl,

A boy with bright red spiky hair,

The hot headed blonde,

The shy green headed boy,

A cute girl with brown hair and pink cheeks,

A girl who resembles a frog,

A guy who had lots of arms and a mask,

A girl with a black ponytail,

A very.. sparkly blonde boy,

Tenya Iida, who has engines on his calf's,

A boy with yellow hair with a black thunderbolt on it,

A guy with the head of a bird,

A small guy with purple balls on his head,

A guy with brown hair and big lips,

A girl with what seems to be ear jacks connected to her ears,

A boy with flat black hair and a wide smile,

Mina, my best friend,

The red and white boy,

And you.

Looking at all the students around you, you suddenly feel extremely nervous. Could you keep up with these people?

You swallow a lump in your throat and instinctively reach for your arm, pinching it lightly. You wait for a few seconds, before feeling another pinch, on your opposite arm.

You smile to yourself and take a deep breathe, not noticing how the red and white boy mirrored your expression.

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“What? A quirk assessment test?” Everyone says at once.

“But orientation! We’re gonna miss it!”

The brown headed girl seemed genuinely worried, as she clutched her hands to her chest.

You look towards your teacher, expecting an explanation.

“If you really wanna make the big leagues, you can’t waste your time on pointless ceremonies”

Everyone gasps, and you speak up.

“But.. won’t we get in trouble if we don’t go? And isn’t it important?” The brown headed girl nods, giving you a friendly smile which you return.

The teacher, Mr. Aizawa, sighs deeply and shakes his head.

“Not as important as this. Here at UA, we’re not tethered to traditions”

He turns towards us, his black bangs laying sloppily across his face.

“That means, I get to run my class however I see fit”

Your stomach started to twist as nervousness set in.

“You’ve been taking standardized tests most of your lives, but you never got to use your quirks in physical exams before. The country’s still trying to pretend we’re all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. Its not rational.”

All the students listen intently, beginning to look more and more uneasy.

You glance around and notice a few people who still look as confident as ever, though. The hot headed blonde boy didn’t gazed at all. Wasn’t he nervous to have his quirk tested in front of everyone?

The teacher sees where you’re glancing, and turns towards the boy.

“Bakugou”

So that’s his name.

“You’ve managed to get the most points on the entrance exam”

“What was your furthest distance throw of a softball while you were in junior high?”

His hands stuffed in his pockets, and a nonchalant look on his face, he answers.

“Sixty seven meters I think”

“Right. Try doing it with your quirk.

“E-eh?” You couldn’t help but let out a nervous squeak. He wants us to use our quirks to throw a ball? You look down at your hands and wince. Your quirk wouldn’t exactly help throw a softball unless you’re able to use your forcefield as a projectile, causing the ball to have more momentum. As you ponder ways you can use your quirk for the softball, Bakugou steps up to the plate.

“Anything goes. Just stay in the circle”

You focus on Bakugou, curious as to what quirk this hot head has.

Before you know it, he’s winding his arm, and throwing the ball. A huge explosion comes from his hand, sending the ball flying. You couldn’t but gasp at the scene.

“DIE!” He shouts

“So cool!” You exclaim, your eyes lighting up.

Mina laughs beside you, matching your energy.

If there one thing you got excited about, it was strong quirks.

You glance over to your other classmates, and notice the half n half boy wearing his usual emotionless face. Doesn’t he find this cool at all?

He then glance at the green headed boy, who lets out a small “oh no”

“Psst. Do you think you can beat his score?” Mina whispers in your ear.

“No way! That thing went flying. I won’t be able to get anywhere near that!”

Aizawa looks towards us, an angered gleam in his eyes. “Girls.”

Mina and I immediately stop talking.

“S-sorry..”

Red and white looks towards us, an interested look on his face. Wow, that’s the first real emotion ive seen him show. Other than annoyance, that is.

Aizawa looks back towards Bakugou.

“All of you need to know your maximum capabilities”

The softball lands, and he holds up a device that displays a bright blue “705.2”

Everyone gasps again, and the yellow headed boy speaks up.

“Woah- 705 meters? Are you kidding me?”

Mina immediately perks up, looping her arm with yours.

“Woah, that looks like fun! I wanna go! Let’s do it, (y/n)”

“Ah.. yeah! Let’s do it!”

You tried your best to hide your nervousness, but your voice ended up coming out as shaky, almost fragile.

It really did look like fun. But you didn’t know if your quirk would be able to keep up. The last thing you wanted was to fall last in class.

The flat headed boy with what seemed to be rape dispensers on his arms spoke next

“Using our quirks! That’s what I’m talking about!”

As everyone was getting pumped up, Aizawa decided to speak up.

“So this looks fun, huh?”

Everyone paused and looked at him confusingly. “Uh..”

“You have three years to become a hero. You think it’s all gonna be fun and games?”

“Idiots”

“Today you’ll take eight physical tests gaging your potential. Whoever comes in last.. is expelled”

It felt as if the world stopped spinning from the weight of his words. They can’t do that, can they?

The image of you going home after being expelled because you weren’t good enough flashes across your mind.

You can’t let that happen.

“Huh!? What!?”

Everyone shared confusion and shock.

You looked towards Aizawa, noticing how he seemed to single out a certain boy.

The boy looked as if he was gonna pass out. He gripped his hand, and muttered something to himself.

You weren’t the only one to notice.

Todoroki looked towards the boy, then even glanced at you.

You gave him a small smile, to which he just turned his head.

You rolled your eyes and looked back towards your teacher.

“This is my class, and I’ll run it how I see fit. Any problems with that?” His smile was almost challenging. A challenge that you gladly accepted.

Yes, you were nervous. But, you also were competitive. A determined smirk graced your features as confidence filled your eyes. You may not come in first, but you certainly weren’t going to come in last.

Everyone seemed to have the same thought, as they all had confident looks on their faces now.

The brown headed girl from earlier spoke up, her voice a mixture of anger and confusion.

“You can’t send one of us home on the first day! It’s not fair!”

She seemed like a very bubbly, positive girl.

“Oh, and natural disasters are? What about power hungry villains, hm?”

An image of a villain you saw attacking some bystanders crossed your mind. He had a point. Villains won’t slow down for us, so we need to put our all into becoming the best hero’s you can be. For some reason, you started liking your strange teacher. He was straight to the point, and it was almost encouraging in a weird way.

“The world is full of unfairness. It’s a hero’s job to fight that unfairness. If you want to be a pro hero, you’re gonna have to push yourself to the brink. For the next three years UA will throw one terrible hardship after another at you. So, go beyond. Plus ultra style” He lifted a finger, beckoning us over.

“Show me it’s no mistake that you’re here”

You widened your eyes. His words struck a cord in your soul that made you feel as if you were unstoppable. Everyone started stretching, getting ready the hell to come.

You put your hands together, cracking your knuckles.

“I’ve worked too damn hard to back down now. No matter what he throws at me, I will get through this. Plus ultra.” You thought to yourself, confidence filling your heart.

“Now, we’re just wasting time by talking”

Burnt chicken

Request: Hello! Can I please request a secret dating au with Hawks x reader? Like he is dating Endeavor’s daughter? Thank you and ilysm! ❤❤❤

Genre&Warnings: UNEDITED, started as a serious one shot but during the process by braincells started burning out one by one… uh… porn? 

Tags: slight somnophilia, cunnilingus, facesitting, v.penetration

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“You do know that my house is equipped with a door you can walk through… right?” you mumble; left hand busy opening the window while the other one rubbed the sleepiness away from your eyes.

Shooting a brief look at the digital clock on your nightstand you notice -much to your horror- that it was 1:30 in the morning. A frown takes over your face at the ungodly hour he showed up, but Keigo promptly melts it with a soft kiss between your brows.

“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” he chuckles, ruffling out his feathers outside the window to shake off any dirt and feather dust. Then, he removed his yellow-tinted visors, gently dropping them on your desk. Still perched on the window, he removes his boots, leaving them on the wide stool before finally getting into your room.

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