LOVE LANGUAGE | BAKUGOU, TODOROKI, HAWKS, AMAJIKI, SHINSOU

LOVE LANGUAGE | BAKUGOU, TODOROKI, HAWKS, AMAJIKI, SHINSOU

SUMMARY → what i think these boys their love languages are

CHARACTERS → bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, keigo takami | hawks, amajiki tamaki, shinsou hitoshi

i. ACTS OF SERVICE

bakugou katsuki will not tell you how he feels about you at the beginning of your relationship, nor will he say it often when you finally have said those words to each other. he is a firm believer of actions over words, which is why katsuki will help you train, study with you, make sure you eat well, and go to bed on time. it is all because he loves you.

ii. GIFT GIVING

with a childhood and family like his; it is no surprise that todoroki isn’t aware of the way he expressing or likes receive love. and to be completely honest he most likely will not understand he liked you as more than a friend until the dekusquad points out to him that getting you things that ‘remind him of you’ every time he goes out… means something more. as you usually don’t think of your friend that often, nor do you get them a bike bell because you missed them.

iii. PHYSICAL TOUCH

as a pro hero it’s part of the ‘hawks’ brand to be smiley and looking casual. it makes it seem like he is easy going when in reality keigo is calculating every second of every interaction he is having. it is not even an exhortation when he says that he plans when he takes a breath. so, at the end of the day when he can finally go home, shred the hawks persona and be just takami as he lays with you. having your fingers gently stroke through his hair as he listens to the soft thumbs of your heart beating; completely relaxing him, he feels incredibly loved.

iv. QUALITY TIME

it is no secret that amajiki is very anxious, especially around people he doesn’t know very well. this situation was no different he had his head firmly pressed against the wall after trying and failing to imagine everyone as potatoes. even though you have known tamaki since your first year, you did not know him very well. apart from the obvious things that you will eventually find out by simply being in the same class with the boy.

It was not that hard, there were only twenty people in class 3-A and and now all of you lived together too. you were bound to pick up on things.

so, when mirio isn’t there to help the anxious boy out, and you take the time to just stand there with him. trying — and kind of succeeding — to counsel him to calmness by describe your classmates as your fantasied vegetables, he appreciates it more then he can ever put into words.

v. WORDS OF AFFORMATION

from a young age shinsou has been told he was inheritedly distrustful due to the nature of his quirk; how with a single response he can make you do everything he wants. it’s because of that, he knows how important words are. so when you talk to him, seemingly unfazed by the fact that he could brain wash you any moment made him appreciate you greatly.

even when you ramble on about nonsense he has never really thought about and you care so deeply about. he does try to match your energy; and when the topic of heroes comes up and you tell hitoshi — yes, you get to the first name basis by talking and eventually connecting with him during lunch break — he will be a great hero one day, his heart exploded.

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“ NINTENDO MESSAGES ” | kozume kenma

SUMMARY → in which a cute boy starts taking the same train every morning as you, you can’t help but keep staring until he speaks up

PAIRING → kozume kenma x gn!reader

GENRE → romance, fluff, drabble,

WARNING → fluff but awkward social interactions, it’s not great but i think it’s cute

MASTERLIST → if you want to read other works of mine

AN → this is a re-published work from my old blog ( that is now dead ) , hope you still enjoy it! <3

FEELING A SET OF eyes on you, you glance up from your Nintendo. Connecting your eyes with cat like golden eyes, blinking at the sudden unexpected action. You just stare back, what feels like hours, but couldn’t have been more then a couple seconds, he glances away as soon as he realises you’re looking back at him.

Shifting his glaze back to his game council, a Nintendo just like the one in your hands. Taking one more glance, you turn back to your own game. Choosing Amy as your character for the new triathlon your setting up.

Taking the same seat the next day, you see the boy sitting across from you again, taking a moment to debate you sigh. Going to your messages, you open it up for connection, just waiting, and waiting, to see if he had the same idea.

K3NMA: Hi

Smiling at the messages, you glance up, having your eyes connect, you look down and twiddle your thumbs to think of a good reply. Finally ending with the most obvious reply;

[Y/U/N]: Hi.

[Y/U/N]: You go to Nekoma, right?

K3NMA: Yes.

K3NMA: You too right?

Nodding to your self, you don’t notice a set of eyes on you. It’s hard to think of anything to say that won’t sound stupid or boring.

[Y/U/N]: Did the uniform tip you off?

K3NMA: And that you always walk infront of me.

[Y/U/N]: Stalker.

K3NMA: Says you

Chuckling softly at his sudden witty reply, you see the notification of your game asking if you’re still playing.

[Y/U/N]: Want to play a game together?

Not waiting for his reply, you invite him to play a triathlon against you. Seeing that he accepted, a small smile tug up your lips. Ending the game, before you have to stand up.

Having the train stop infront of you just like every day before that, you step in. Almost instantly spotting the boy, taking a deep breath you take the next bold step. Taking a seat next to the boy, “Hi.” you say softly, zipping your bag open.

Having the boy look up, a surprised look on his face, “Hi.” he replies. Holding my Nintendo up, I send him a small smile turning to the game. Having him glance back at his game as well, not being able to hold the smile back.

Making the boy with the big black hair, look between the two in confusion, “Wait, what’s happening here?”

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00 | we all got an origin

SUMMARY →  ( l/n ) ( y/n ) is a bright student, now standing in-front of her dream school. ready to start her journey to become a pro-hero; being put in life threatening in situation and making compainions along the way. the last person she thought she would have running in her head on loop, is the explosive blond with a raging inferiority complex that somehow can’t keep his voice down… odd.

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

WORD COUNT → 0.6 k

AN  → this is a republish of this series on my new account ( as my old blog is dead ) <3

SERIE MASTERLIST → PREVIOUS | NEXT

THE FIRST INSIDENT WAS in Qing-qing City. An extraordinary child was born, whom radiated light. 

After that reports of people with super powers popped up across the globe. No one has a clue what was causing these quirks. 

But before long the supernatural became the totally normal. Dreams a reality. The world became a super human society. With about 80% of the population possessing some uncanny ability. 

It was an age of heroes.

With the rise of super powers also came an influxes in criminal activities. While governments were stuck figuring out how to reform laws with quirks in mind. 

Courageous people started performing heroic acts to keep our cities save. Protecting us against villains whom abused their powers for evil, with overwhelming public support, heroes found their place as official peace keepers, overseen by the government.

Those whom performed the best got payed the most, and got all the fame and glory. Their careers depended on their ability to stay in the spotlight.

With more generations coming along. Measurements were taken to keep the villains at bay and make sure heroes will persevere. 

The government crafted schools whom were made to craft and nurture what we as a supernatural society might need.

Categorising it’s youngsters into four: 

Department of Heroes, where students learn everything they need to know to become excellent heroes in service of the community and work towards the qualifications necessary to be allowed to use their quirks in public spaces. 

General Education, students whom didn’t make the cut for the hero department are included in this department. It boasts a top-notch education with an eclectic lineup of teachers. The department of general education supports students aiming for college and other pursuits. 

Support, students in this department focus on developing support equipment that help heroes out on the battlefield.

And Management, this department focuses on all aspects of heroic business, from founding and managing hero agencies to executive producing heroes.

Of course their is not just one school whom does this. There are many. But only one can be on top: UA High School, U.A. is the number one ranked high school for heroics and is considered the top Hero Academy in Japan.

And I’m going there.

A/N: aahahhh the first chapter!!! this is the intro, not many words…. BUT IT HAD TO BE DONE. So, here it is!!!!! <33 the next part has the beginning from the entrance exam arc!

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02 | the entrance exam

SUMMARY → ( l/n ) ( y/n ) is a bright student, now standing in-front of her dream school. ready to start her journey to become a pro-hero; being put in life threatening in situation and making companions along the way. the last person she thought she would have running in her head on loop, is the explosive blond with a raging inferiority complex that somehow can’t keep his voice down… odd.

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

WORD COUNT → 1.6 k

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FINDING YOUR DESIGNATED CHANGING room, you move into it. Trying to stay as much in the zone and focused as you change your shoes; “I love your uniform!” a voice says right next to you.

Instantaneously snapping you out of your focus, “The red and brow, so cute. Is that from your school?” a pink girl says, waving over your clothing.

“Uh, yeah.” You nod, a little surprised at her sudden interest in your uniform. Taking a seat on the bench, she proceeds to tie her shoes, “What school do you go to?” she smiles softly, glancing up from her shoes.

“Oda Mikio Middle School.”

Nodding at your answer, “Oh, that makes sense. I go to Mustafa Private Middle School.” smiling proudly at her for on her shoes, she stands up from the bench. Frowning as you make no movement to change out of your uniform, “You’re not changing?” she asks.

“No, I thought it would be good practice.”

Tilting her head, the confusion written all over her features, “For what?”

“Every hero should be ready for a fight in any situation. No time to change into their hero costume.” you say, which was a roundabout way of saying neither you nor your family had thought about gym clothing, but you couldn’t look unprepared in front of your competition.

Nodding at your words, she stands up, “That’s really smart, I just have my old clothes on.” she says, waving over her clothing, “Anyhow, what battlefield are you assigned to?”

“Battle Centre D. You?” you ask, hanging up your bag, “F.” she replies. Nodding to her answer, the two of you move to the door, the arrows pointing to different sides for your entrance exam, “Hello, listeners, be sure to make it to your battle centres. The exams start in a moment, rock on.” Present Mic calls out through the speakers.

Walking to your battlefield, you glance over your shoulder, “See you on the first day.” you say, waving at the girl. Making her brows furrow, “Of what?” she asks visibly confused.

“Classes.”

A smile tucks up her lips, “Okay.” she nods, holding her thumbs up, “see you then.” pumping her fist in the air. Turning around, you try to regain your focus, “Run in, kick to the curb, gather the points.” you whisper, following the arrows to your battle centre, which is just walking forward.

Arriving at the battle centre, the doors are already open. Many of the contestants are either just looking around or talking amongst themselves. Likely waiting for any type of buzzer to go off, much like yourself.

“Hey, there!” the popular radio show host calls out loudly, “Go on, there are no count downs ins real life, get on moving!” Present Mic calls out from one of the towers. Furrowing your brows you wonder how he even got up there as he violently swings his arm around.

Turning to your wrist you set a timer on your watch for ten minutes. Letting your arm fall to the side. You glance up seeing that everyone already started running, blinking at a couple of them trying to push each other yet all of them go in the same direction.

Shaking your head, you turn to the left, jogging down the street. Waiting for the bots to arrive to use your quirk, “Damn it, where are they?” you curse.

A low humming makes you turn around. Eyes widening at house massive these ‘faux villains’ are. Glancing at your watch, only thirty seconds passed. A small smile tucks up your lips, “I got this.”

Focussing on your breathing, the world starts to slow down, smiling at how the robot is seemingly standing still as it is now slowly reaching you. Jogging up to it, you walk around the bot, “There was a button here, right?” you mumble out confused, glancing all over the bot.

There is just more and more of the green metal, gasping a smile tucks up your lips, “On the neck, huh, smart.” reaching up, you turn the switch. Your watch telling you you still have nine minutes and 30 seconds left, not even a second passed.

Grinning, you shake your head, continuing to use your quirk to your advantage, “And people say there are not enough hours in a day.” you roll your eyes, running down the street. Passing your competition with ease, jumping up the arm from the robot you take your time.

Switching your quirk off, you flip the switch. Jumping from one to the next repeating the same motion all over again. Letting the four robots crash to the floor, ‘That should be twelve points.’ You think to yourself, taking another peek at your wrist making sure you have enough time; nine minutes left.

Running normally, you take a couple of deep breaths, trying to keep the nausea at bay. Seeing your next series of victims. Speeding up, their heads turn to you. Reaching its arm out, you take the chance by jumping on it. Twisting your body, you take its metal head between your legs, leaning back, you squeeze your thighs.

With all your force, swinging backwards, holding your hands out for the fall. Reaching the ground, you flip back safely landing on your feet. Letting the head fall, your new points are added to your overall score.

Shaking your head, you take a fight stance. Getting ready for the next, jumping on to its arm, slowing the world down, you kick the metal head, letting the world regain its speed again, the mere force from your speed does the rest, letting it fly off its hinges. Jumping off, you grin at the last on the line; who suffers the same faith as it just decapitated friends.

Grinning happily at your work, you move down the street. Not having any problem finding more bots, “How many go these bots are there?” you ask confused, “I have no clue.” snapping your head at the sudden voice, a girl with bright orange hair stands next to you.

“I got these.”

“They are all yours.”

Running towards the, you are not quite sure how to feel about her handing you the points. Taking a deep breath, you push it to the back of your mind, “You damn sure they are mine.” you grumble, switching them off.

Jumping to the floor, you let time resume. Having them crash down. Tilting your head over your shoulder, a little happy at the flabbergasted look on her face, “How the—”

“You got the next one, right?” smiling at the possible new friend you made. Nodding with determination her hands grow bigger as she clenching them in massive fists, “Definitely.”

Taking the one pointer in her hands, crushing the bot like it was a soda can. Making it very clear that she got it. Turning the corner, you glance back at the ginger, seeing her smash them without any issue.

The never-fading nausea, being suppressed as you smash the robots for their points. Switching the switch when you couldn’t muster up your needed speed.

Rolling around, you hold on to their arm. Flipping over much like a gymnast on a beam, you let go, trusting in yourself and your abilities to safely land on the ground. Letting the remaining two crash into each other.

“I wanted that one.” a sudden voice says, making you swiftly turn around. Eyes widening at the yellow hair with the black lightning bolt dyed into it. Almost panicking at how wrong all of this could have gone. You never even noticed their presents.

Shaking your self out of it, you remember that you are in an exam, “You will get the next.” you say. Jogging away, your stomach slushes are as the sour taste returns into your mouth. Squeezing your eyes, you swallow it back; damn, drawback—

A sudden shake of the ground, completely taken you out of your thoughts. Hearing the alarm blaring, many students run past you. Looking up, your body freezes down, “The one pointer.” you whimper.

Watching it come closer and closer, a student stands just as frozen as you. Eyes widening at his close proximity to the robot, your body moves before you register what is happening.

Letting the world slip by, you take them into your arm. Pulling them with you into your reality. Jumping out of the way, you let the world continue on its course, having the metal arm slam into the ground instead of the indigo boy.

“Are you okay?” You ask the physically shaken up guy. Taking deep breaths his eyes move all around the place, “Yeah, I- I’m fine.” He nods, coming back to planet earth, “Thank you.”

Smiling, you shake your head, “It was no biggy.” you wave off. Peeking a glance at your watch, “We have one minute left,” you breathe out, completely having lost track of time, “sure you’re fine?”

Nodding, he has a small reassuring smile, “Okay,” you nod, backing away slowly, “the off switch is on the back.”

“What?”

“The bots, their off switch is on the back,” turning the corner, you take deep breaths, slowly the world goes slower again. Only to have a wave of sour invade your taste buds.

Covering your mouth, you run to the trash can. Spilling your guts out like a foghorn. Silently praying these are real garbish bags and not just for the exam.

“Time’s up!” the voice hero calls out, a loud alarm following his announcement.

Freezing, your eyes widen, trying to no avail to mentally count how many points you have. Let’s just hope it’s enough… the encouragement and confidence your family whispered into you slowly seeping away.

A/N: what u think?????????? LET ME KNOW

in the next chapter you can expect;

— some domestic stuff

— just very nice family fluff <3

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oi, oi, oi | bakugou katsuki

SUMMARY → as ( y/n ) impersonates the godly voice from one of her classmates that for some unknown reason drives them absolutely crazy, only to be overheard by said boom-boom boi.

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x gn!reader

GENRE → fluff, scenarion

WARNINGS → cursing, what did we expect from boom boom boi?

MASTERLIST → if you want to read other works of mine

AN → hi, this is a re-publication from a fic on my old blog ( with the same name ) because my old blog dead, hope you like it <3

SIGHING YOU LEAN YOUR head in your palm, “I don’t know. His voice just does it for me.” you groan, not being able to quite explain it to your friends.

“What does he even sound like?” your friends, friend asks whom sits at your lunch table. Making the others smile softly.

As you sit up, you clear your throat. Furrowing your brows harshly together, “Oi, dumbass! What did you say? I will kick your ass.”

Their brows raise at the words, “That seems a little agressive.” she mumbles.

“It’s cute.” you sigh, “Do it again!” your friend nudges, taking a bite of her food.

“Grow a pair, loser!”

“What are you doing, dumbass?” someone asks. Freezing at the voice, your eyes widen, “Hey….” you trail off, an awkward smile tucking up your lips as you turn to face him.

His voice uncharacteristically calm, “My answer depends on how much you heard.”

“All of it.” he grumbles out, still weirdly calm. Staying silent you pounder over what you should do. You could make a run for it, but what would that look like? Besides he will probably catch up.

You could also just say that you were doing impressions of everyone in the class to your friends whom aren’t in 1A. That is an amazing one, we will go with that, “I—“

“She loves your voice.”

Snapping your head to your friend, you glare at her, “The silence was killing me!” your friend cries out, not liking the look on your face.

“And now I’m going to kill you.”

“No, you won’t.” she denies. Raising a brow, i slowly take my bag, “You try that again, I will rip you phone apart and make sure it takes them weeks to make.”

Gasping she clutches her phone to her chest, “You wouldn’t.”

“I totally would.”

At her second gasp, you assume she used her quirk to make sure you were being honest, “Yeah,” you nod. Having the bell ring, you are litteraly saved by it.

Staring to walk away, you try to ignore the red eyes boring into the side of your face. “Oi, dumbass are you going to answer the damn question?”

Continueing to walk, you clear your voice, “Uhm, I- uh, I like your voice.” you stutter out. Avoiding glancing at him.

“Why?” he asks. Your brows crunch up at the question. You hadn’t really thought about that really, you just liked it. It was a deep, gruff, it just hit your ears nicely. Even if he was yelling, or being mean.

“I- I don’t really know.”

Letting a comfortable silence take over, you take glance to make sure he is about to explode or not, “I thought you were… scared of me.” he grumbles out, if you weren’t so close to him right now, you would have probably missed it.

“Why would I be scared of you? You’re just passionate. And a little mean, but if you ask me it’s better to have someone be mean in your face, then behind your back.”

“Oh.” he mummbles. Humming, you twiddle your thumbs, thinking if now was a good moment to ask for a little more then just being addressed as dumbass on the few occasions he even talks to you.

Thinking about it, why was he even at your table? He usually sits with Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari. At the otherside of the cafeteria, maybe not completely the otherside but far away to be out of earshot.

“Bakugou—”

“[Y/L/N]—”

Blinking at him starting to talk at the same time as him, you stop walking, holding your hand up, “Oh, you can go first.” you offer at the same as he says; “You go, shitty women.”

Biting on your lip, you sigh, not asking the dumb question. Asking something else instead, “Would you— maybe. You can totally say no. It’s probably—” you ask, stuttering as you do, wanting to curse yourself as you stare at anywhere but his face.

“Spit it out.”

“Would you maybe wanna hang out; we can train or something.” you ‘spit’ out. Glancing at him briefly for his answer, “Sure.” he nods. Nodding, you smile softly, at the boy. Whom looks away as soon as he notices.

“Don’t think this means anything, loser.”

“Of course, not.”

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