LETS GOOOOO

LETS GOOOOO

child gets shot by government agents, in theaters this december

URARAKA LOOKS SO PRETTYYY

THIS WAS SO ADORABLEEEE

LIKE TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

Omg I’m crying because of how cute Deku is 😭

Hi! for your event, can I do something w midoriya where you make wishes on eyelashes that leads to a confession? tysm!

making wishes on eyelashes

a/n: OMG! this is such a cute request! i’m sorry i couldn’t really do it justice! i have writers block so bad right now!!(｡•́︿•̀｡) (also; i got your other request that added to this abt him being flustered, but i didn’t add it to this post, but it’s in the fic<3) not proof read!!

prompt: wishes on eyelashes

EVENT MASTERLIST | SUMMER SPECIAL

It was a sunny monday morning at the U.A dorms. students fled into the morning hall for breakfast and such, school uniforms done perfectly in preparation for the first school day of the week.

Groans and laughter could be heard through the halls as they slung their bags over their shoulders and walked out of the dormitory building, the chilly morning air of Musutafu nipped at their noses, and traced a chilly finger down their spine.

you walked out of the building a little late, your shoe laces were more messy than your hair, and you hurriedly fixed up your face and messily pushed your school bag high enough over your shoulder to the point you hoped it wouldn’t fall off. you tried to keep up with your class, but you weren’t a morning person, and one stretch and a yawn you were already done for the day.

the pocket mirror you had in your skirt was something you were grateful for; allowing you to apply your lipgloss and mascara as a last step of your routine you didn’t get to finish when you were startled awake by a few harsh bangs on your door and the hollering of your friends for you to wake up.

with a hefty sigh, you stuffed your makeup and mirror back into your uniforms pockets and walked far off from your class, too tried to jog enough to catch up.

It was early february, and the winter cold nipped your skin, thought the slight pain was quickly flushed away by the vibrant beauty of the pink cherry blossoms that fluttered off their perch and littered the ground in the path to U.A.

you slowly became more awake as you walked, admiring the pretty pink petals as they passed through the breeze. They bloomed rather early this year, and it was a sign of good fortune. Hopefully you’d get good grades as a result.

too caught up in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed the figure vigorously writing who-know-what in his notebook— until you’d collided with his back.

a soft huff of air left you when the two of your bodies suddenly collided, and you stepped back to look at the figure who was now, quite literally flipping out.

You looked up and met the panicked eyes your green haired classmate, Midoriya Izuku, who’s face was just as pink as the cherry blossoms in his hair.

In his hand he held one of his notebooks, and it read vol. 15, so it led you to wonder if it was one of those hero analysis books he wrote in.

You smiled a little when you saw him fluster, and a bow profusely and spew unnecessary apologetic words. when he finally looked back up and raised his head from his bow; you only kept the smile.

“You apologize too much, Midoriya-kun.” You smiled, “It was my fault.”

he basically lost it at that, shaking his head and waving his hands— was he okay?

“N-no! no! it was my fault, r-really! I was too occupied— it’s not your fault— i-i’m so sorry!” he covered his face with his hands in embarrassment, and you’d wondered if it was a crime to be as cute as he was.

a small huff of air left your mouth once again, but this time it was in form of a small, amused laugh. “It’s not,” you assured, sending a quick close eyed smile. “and, what are you writing, anyways?” you wondered aloud, and he peaked his eye through his fingers before pulling away, his face still flushed a deep pink.

“o-oh—!” he squeaked out, and cleared his throat in embarrassment. “Nothing.. r-really,” he said, and held his book stiffly by his side.

you nodded, with a hum. “you’re headed to class then?” i asked, “it’s already 8:12, i wouldn’t want to be scolded by Iida-kun,” i chided with a small chuckle “do you want to walk together?”

his jaw basically hit the floor at that, and he was positively shaking now. why? you didn’t know. it was cute, though.

you waited patiently for his response, and your gaze flickered across his rosy face, and your smile spread wider with the awkward, timid nod of his head in agreement.

the two of you started walking, and you were close enough that your shoulders brushed— you swore you heard his gasp when they did, but you decided not to say anything. He was already quivering.

the sound of both of your footsteps on the concrete and the soft swoosh of the blossoms on the trees would you was the only available sound, aside from the thoughts in your head and the thoughts in midoriya’s. You wondered what he was thinking.

You spared a quick glance his way, his face was red and sweaty, he looked almost sick. He was quivering— was he sick? you were going to ask, when a small sight caught your eye.

a warm smile kissed your lips, “ah.. Midoriya-kun,” you called softly from beside him, as you stopped walking. He jumped from his skin, even though he’s beside you, and turned to face you.

“You have an eyelash on your cheek.” You revealed, and he looked confused for a moment before a pink flush of embarrassment appeared on his cheeks, and he raised his hand to try and get it. without mirror, it was going in blind. you watched for a while with a small, amused smile, before stepping a little closer.

you saw his eyes widen, and you weren’t sure why. “I’ll get it,” you spoke softly, and his face absolutely exploded into every possible shade of red, and sweat. He tried to speak, to deny— but all that left his mouth was a squeak. He was a mess.

you stepped a little closer, your face a few inches from his. you could hear his labored breathing, you could feel the warmth of his face. you raised a hand up, and your nails gently plucked the eyelash of the burning skin of his pink cheek, and held it up for him to look at. His eyes weren’t sure where to look, and he was nervously darting them everywhere but your face. it was cute.

you held up the eyelash, with a small smile. “Now, you have to make a wish.” you conducted, and he swallowed harshly when his eyes flickered to the eyelash of his that rested in your hand.

“a—a wish?” he asked, and his voice cracked. He looked at you for a second before quickly looking away.

“that’s right,” you nodded, and then reached down to take his hand. He turned red once again, his breath caught in his throat when your hand met his. He was slightly shaking, and once again you decided to not comment on it. You gently placed the eyelash in the sweaty palm of his hand.

“you blow it out and make your wish.” you instructed, holding his hand in yours as you both looked at the eyelash. He shuddered and sweat, his face beat red and shy, and you raised his hand up to level up by both your faces.

He was didn’t move for a while, awkward and quivering, before he hesitantly blew the eyelash off, and it caught into the breeze and quickly vanished into the morning air.

you smiled softly as it happened, and izuku quickly let his eyes roam your face for a moment before he blew flame again at the realization that his hand was still in yours.

“what did you wish for?” you asked him, looking back to his flushed face, his hand still shaking a little in your grip. He opened his mouth a few times before closing it, unsure of what to say. “I-i-i.. don’t know..” he breathed out, breathless.

you smiled, and gently held his hand a little tighter. “Midoriya-kun,” you said softly, and tried to catch his flustered gaze.

“Can i tell you something?” you asked him, and watched as he timidly nodded. you stepped a little closer, watching his flushed expression and shy eyes, looking to the cherry blossom petals in his hair, and his uniforms tie that always looks funny.

Slowly, you gently placed a soft kiss to his cheek, causing him to freeze, in disbelief, and his face blew red once again, and he looked at you with wide eyes when you finally spoke.

“I really like you.”

I wanna be with him

Ya'll don't get me wrong I love Kirishima with all my heart but sometimes I get super jealous of like how much of a man he is

Like

Like GIVE ME YOUR SKIN

I really wanna just like be him ya know

I wanna be his gender so bad man

KIRI GIVE ME YOUR SKIN KIRI

Hol up maybe Toga was onto somethin likeeeee

NAHHH LMAOOOO

someone take my phone away before I make anymore of these😭

BUT FRR

N is just a cutie patootie honestly 😭

“THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND.”

THIS WAS JUST SO ADORABLE😭