If U Have Random Headcanons And/or Thirst LEAVE THEM! I WANT TO HEAR THEM! SPECIFICALLY TODOROKI & KIRISHIMA

if u have random headcanons and/or thirst LEAVE THEM! I WANT TO HEAR THEM! SPECIFICALLY TODOROKI & KIRISHIMA ( as they are currently on my brains )

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CONSENT | DEKUSQUAD

SUMMARY → what the dekusquad does in ways of making sure you are okay ; aka how do they communicate consent

CHARACTERS → asui tsuyu, iida tenya, midoriya izuku, uraraka ochako, todoroki shouto

i. ASUI TSUYU

she isn’t quite sure how to approach the subject so instead of bluntly asking you ( which she normally does with everything else ) she tells you about what she feels consent is and her own boundaries. before giving you a moment to tell her what your boundaries are. that way she knows, you know what hers are and whenever the time comes you do want to take that next step ; you will know what is okay.

ii. IIDA TENYA

just asks. he does not beat around the bush and justs asks you. there is no hidden meaning or intent; he asks you in a moment that is not romantically or sexually intimate at all ( he did it on purpose so you would not feel pressured in the moment to just say yes to whatever you felt like he wanted ). he asks what your boundaries are just for future reference. so, that you will not feel pressured to do anything with him you aren’t comfortable with.

he does this multiple times as he knows boundaries and consent can change. and honestly that is pretty hot.

iii. MIDORIYA IZUKU

has so many notes. he has notes upon notes about consent in his notebook and adds onto it every time he hears something about it; be it through tsu, iida or yourself. definitely when you two had the conversation he mutters for what feels like forever about al the information he has gathered/knows and when he is done with informing you. he is ready with his pen to write all your interpretation, boundries and limits down.

and you better be sure he will never ever cross them.

iv. URARAKA OCHAKO

with this one it is most likely you who has to bring it up. she is way to nervous and get’s all flustered when she does try to bring it up and ends up floating away by accident. so, you just ask her and with a lot of stuttering and blushing she get’s through it. which is the first really intimate moment you two have.

v. TODOROKI SHOUTO

this boy is touch starved. he will not try anything to you first until he completely trust you and knows you are okay with it. which is why he feels it out, but don’t get it wrong even the slightest bit of hesitation or if he even thinks for a second you are uncomfortable with any of his advances he will stop.

and it takes a long time ( and some conversations abour consent, your boundries, and what he would be comfortable with himself ) before he will be able to try again.

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A/N → i did the bakusquad so i had to do the dekusquad too ( might so haikyuu teams/jjk favs as well, who knows )

i am a feminist, but my inner womanist leaves my body the moment inumaki pulls his collar down. he can — infact i want him to — use me as his whore. yes, please use your curse speech on me. he can fuck me up ; any day, any time!

inumaki’ i am free every day, every day is the days i am free. hit me up, any time i will pull up and crawl back home after!

08 | school is more than classes

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 → 1.9 k

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APART FROM QUIRK FOCUSED tests we also have monitored classes. Japanese, math, science and foreign languages. Students in every department study these core subjects and they will change year by year.

Currently, we have English with Present Mic; which is always a blast. It’s very difficult, but he keeps the class awake... sort of, which his shouting.

“Now, which of these four sentences contains a mistake?”

As soon as the question is asked Yaoyorozu raises her hand up. It went so fast you barely even had the time to read it all and she already had the correct answer.

Finally, morning classes were over and lunch was the only thing you had to think about. Your mouth practically watering at the thought of what will be made today.

Humming at how this rice somehow tastes almost euphoric. It might be because you forgot your train munchies but it is mostly because this rice is the best rice to be ever made in the history of rice.

“White rice is great comfort food, isn’t it?” Lunch Rush asks us. Blinking at the sudden disruption from your food dream you continue to munch on your food, nodding eagerly along with Iida and Uraraka as Midoriya fanboys over the hero.

Making our way to class Uraraka and you walk side to side behind the boys,“Basic Hero Training will be next.” Iida tells us, leading the way. Hyping up the green fanboy, “Can you imagine All Might as a teacher? We get to learn so much!”

Humming, the two of you continue to follow them aimlessly, “Can you marry food?” Uraraka-san asks suddenly. As you imagine yourself bathing in a bath of that rice, both boys turn around suddenly as we walk into the classroom, “I don’t think so…” Iida answers seriously.

“If you marry rice and you eat it, would that be a crime of passion?”

“I think it would be.” Midoriya hums, muttering nonsense by my follow up question to Uraraka. Sighing you rest your head on your palms, mouth-watering again at the thought.

“Wow, ( l/n ) are you drooling?”

Suddenly the door slides open, “I am here... coming through the door like a normal person!” an all to familiar voices booms. As he walks in you wipe your lips, gasping at the sight of him; you had never seen him in the flesh before.

“Wow, he really is a teacher.”

“Is that his silver age costume?”

“I’m getting goosebumps, it’s so retro.”

Taking a stance in front of the class he shines his bright smile, “Welcome to the most import class at U.A. High, think of it as Heroics 101. Here you will learn the basics of being a pro,” he tells us.

Moving from behind the desk, “and what it means to fight in the name of good.” he continues. Flexing his body in various ways showing off his iconic costume, “Let’s get into it.”

“Today’s lesson;” holding the card up with the word ‘battle’ , “we will pull no punches.”

Earning various reactions from different students some excited and some nervous at the prospect of combat fighting so soon, “But one of the keys of being a hero is... looking good! These were designed for you based on your quirk registration forms and the request you send in before school started.”

The walls moving our showing all the cases with the student numbers on it. Each holding the suit of their desired request, “Get yourself suited up and meet me at training ground beta.”

Opening your case you gasp at the sight of your utility belt at the top. Shifting your eyes over the case; catching the sight of a card. Reading it over it praises the clear form and details, plus the acknowledgement the DNA method for suit protection, something that was directed to ( b/n ) who thought of everything; taking in account what I wanted.

Putting on your costume for the first time you look at yourself in the mirror. Taking in how your leotard has two dots in the centre. The black combat boots with yellow stitching, the black utility belt with the same yellow details.

Down to your protective glasses and face stickers resembling Hawks as an omache to your current favourite hero; “Need help?” Jirou asks, finishing up her own face make-up while you seem to struggle to put on your stickers, deciding to go with that so they won’t bleed due to sweat or any weather conditions your might encounter.

“Is it that obvious?”

She takes the stickers in her own hands, “The eye stickers are hard,” taking your chin her hand, she tilts it to place the stickers, “it’s like they want you to buy eyeliner instead.”

Humming you try to stand as still as possible for her, “I thought these would be better for when it rains and stuff, so it won’t bleed out all over my cheeks.” you whisper.

“But wouldn’t that be super cool?”

“I guess, but I was going for a Hawks moment.”

“That’s fair.”

Placing the glasses to your nose, she smiled, “The perfect Hawks moment.”

Looking in the mirror you can’t help but smile, your eyes shifting to her through the mirror, “Thank you, Jirou. This is amazing!”

“It was nothing.”

Walking out of the locker room, you walk through the tunnel all you compliment and gushing over each others hero costumes. Not being able to stop; catching a glimpse of Iida you smile, “Wow, Iida your suit is so cool! It looks like that one hero… shit,” snapping your fingers, the name on the tip of your tongue, “I think his name is Ingenium. I could be wrong.”

Looking at the confused expression on his face, you freeze, “Or it’s just an original and has nothing to do with him.” you try, waving your hands in front of you. Nodding first he shakes his head, “Yeah, it’s an omache to the hero.”

“That’s so cool! How did—” feeling a tap on your back, you stop your sentence. Turning your head to the person, “I like your suit.” the boy says.

“Oh, thank you.” glancing down you trail your eyes over his own. Making your brows furrow, “I like you… diaper?” half asking, half saying. Not entirely sure what to think of it, “It is very stylish, right?”

“Sure.”

Now that you are all ready it is time for combat training.” All Might announces. As Iida raises his hand, “Sir, this is the fake city from our entrance exam. Will that mean we will conduct urban battles again?” he asks, noting that the surrounding is the same, something you hadn’t even register yet.

“Not quite,” holding up a peace sign, “I’m going to move you two steps ahead.” it was not a peace sign, “Most of the villain fight you see on the news happen outside. However statistically speaking encounters with the most dastardly evil-doers takes place indoors.”

“Think about it; backroom deals, home invasions, secret underground lairs. Truly intelligent villains stay hidden in the shadows.” he reminds us, “For this training exercises, you will be split into teams of good guys and bad guys. And fight two-on-two indoor battles.”

Making your head tilt at how much guidelines you will get, “Isn’t this a little advanced?” Asui asks, which you are wondering as well.

“The best training is what you get on the battlefield, but remember you can’t just punch a robot this time,” he reminds us. Leaving a moment to let it sink in, “You are dealing with actual people now.” making many questions pop up by various students.

“Sir, will you be deciding who wins?”

“How much can we hurt the other team?”

“Do we need to worry about the losers getting expelled like earlier?”

“Will you be splitting us up by chance or comparative skill?”

“Isn’t this cape cré-chice?”

A strained expression twists into his face, “I wasn’t finished talking.” All Might groans at the sudden rain of questions. When everyone quiets down; he opens a small booklet.

“Listen up,” he starts moving to a page, “The situation is this; the villains have hidden a nuclear missile somewhere in there hide-out. The heroes must try to foil their plans. To do that the good guys either have to catch the evildoers or recover the weapon.”

“Likewise the bad guys if they protect their payload or capture the heroes.” it sounds like a solid battle exercise but shouldn’t we first learn how to actually fight instead of using our imagination.

Holding up a box he tells us that our teams will be decided by the lots, “Isn’t there a better way?”

“Think about it pros often have to team up with heroes from other agencies on the spot. So, maybe that’s the reason why we are seeing that here.” Midoriya tells Iida answering the question for All Might. It made sense, one glance at his suite told you enough; he is an All Might fanboy trough and trough

“Yes, I see. Life is a random series of events.” well, that was depressing.

Bowing to the pro-hero he excuses himself for his rudeness. Making a giggle escape from your lips at his never-fading formal mannerism and the stuff way his suit moved forward.

“You’re funny, Iida-san.” you tell him, regaining composure. While All Might takes it upon himself to pull out the first lots, letting faith decide our teams.

“I wasn’t trying to be funny.”

Team A: Midoriya and Uraraka. Glancing at the first team you hum at the coincidence of being teamed up with someone you already kind of know. What are the odds, right? Well… it’s one in twenty. But what are the odds?

The second team is comprised of Shoji and Todoroki. Shoji-san his quirk is dupli-arms which was easily recognisable, but Todoroki-san his quirk does not seem to be visible. He has a scar but I don’t think that has to do with it.

Minetta and Yaoyorozu are team C. Minetta has a diaper and weird… balls? The sounded gross but he seems nice enough. So does Yaoyorozu.

The next team includes Iida… and Bakugou Glancing at the latter member of a team, you can’t help but let your eyes roam over his form. He looks so much different in his hero suit. And his shoulders, “Damn...” you mumble.

Having his head move, you freeze, eyes widening as you turn around fast. I don't think he heard, maybe he did? He will think I am a total weirdo now. Who the Hell says that… that are things you say in your head! Since when did I go brain dead over a ran-do. All I know is that he screams a lot.

And that he looks good in his hero suit.

“(l/n) and Tokoyami.”

Blinking at the mention of my name I look around to find the boy. Neither of you having formally introduced yourselves yet, “You’re Tokoyami, right?”

A/N: lowkey was thinking— fuck it let’s make this a jirou fic ( but I am already making a rivals-to-lovers jirou fic, so- ) BUT…. TOKOYAMI, TOKOYAMI, TOKOYAMI, EDGE LORD OF THE NIGHT. HE IS SO FUCKING COOL — I CANT EVEN. PARTNER IN CRIME, BITCHES!!!

in the next chapter;

— we will see l/n and her class ( a sprinkle of shouto his old costume )

— and some random class moments and a warning there is some minetta ( but it is to set something up/ to use it in later chapters )

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SUMMARY → moving to a foreign country where you don’t know the way, the people or the language was a lot harder then you expect. lucky for you, a handsome stranger is willing to land you a hand... without crushing it

PAIRING → todoroki shouto x fem!reader

GENRE → fluff, scenario

MASTERLIST → if you want to read other works of mine

A/N →  encore une fois from @oikawakuns reminded me of the language barrier all of these readers and the characters would have & i wanted to do that with todoroki because i’m in my shouto feels — also it is an amazing story which you should def read

IT WILL BE EASY, they said. You can just use the translation app, they said. Look around maybe you will find things we didn’t have, cool trees or flowers. Maybe you will even find a location of a film you like, they said. To be fair the last ones were good things.

But then you start to realise how media makes it seem a whole lot easier to move to a different continent. Did you know that when you move to a foreign country people don’t talk slow, and you are unable to pause them or rewind to what they said? Makes no sense.

What makes even less sense is how you have officially lost your way. Even with the navigation on, all the small alleys and long streets makes everything look the same. Sighing you look around again, turning haphazardly multiple corners trying to hear out the busy streets, sighing relieved as you find it again.

Catching a glimpse of a group of teens standing together you guessed they were around your age as you move to them; deciding to ask them the general directions instead of trying to find it yourself, as that was obviously not working.

“Hi.”

They turn to you, making you a lot more nervous now that you got their attention. Trying to remind yourself what your mothers has told you, ‘Do you know the stairs?’ you said; instead of asking for the particular one.

Making heads tilt at the weird wording and accent that came with it, “English?” you ask, answered with apologetic faces as they shake their heads.

Holding up your hand, you take your phone out. Typing away into the translation app your mum told you to download, and hoovered over you to do so. It was annoying then but you will thank her so much when you get home.

Typing in the stairs you wanted to go to, most likely being seen as a psycho as you ask strangers about a stairwell you want to see. Out of all the things it has to offer… But you let the app say its words, making the teens nod and oh simultaneously as they now understanding what you tried to say.

Having the one with the red-and-white split dyed hair takes his phone out, he types away at it. As the others just smile, the green-haired boy blushing heavily as he gives you a reassuring smile. The eye contact is broken as the boy shows you his phone screen; presenting the texts from google translate to you; ‘going that way, walk with you.’ it read, a cruel reminder that google translate is not as great as you had once thought it was, guess you lost that bet.

Nodding, a smile comes up to your face as you hold your thumbs up for him. As he holds his arm out for the direction you have to go, before wishing his friends goodbye. Something you were quite proud of that you understood.

But as soon as you were alone an awkward silence crept up. It was not for lack of trying but the translation works slow and it is not great for an actual conversation with how broken it sounded.

Too bad, going to hero school sounded pretty cool. It was not like you were unaware of them, but in your circle, no one really truly pursued heroism or any work relating to law-enforcement. It was generally frowned up on, to be honest. Which is a giving considering the controversies — which haven’t been confirmed or denied — of the top heroes in your country, made complete sense.

Besides, bringing that up sounded like a bummer, plus with the way the English sounded from his phone, there was no way it would even be explained the way you wanted it to if your words were to be translated to Japanese.

Deciding to look at the scenery instead you can feel his eyes on the side of your face from time to time, but he doesn’t say anything. A small smile plays on your lips as you watch the trees; cherry blossom season is a lot more beautiful in real life than pictures gave it credit for.

Feeling a tap to your shoulder, you pull your thoughts out of the scenery and back to the boy next to you. Holding up his phone for you, ‘Ever been to Japan?’ it read.

Making you shake your head, typing in yours, ‘First time. Moved here.’ you wrote back. Letting him nod, before typing in his again. Glancing at you from the corner of his eye, making you smile softly.

‘Moved why?’

‘Parents job.’

Nodding, he looks up from your screen as you point at him, “You?” you say, trying to ask if he ever moved anywhere other than Japan. Making him shake his head, “Never… left?” He asks, trying to ogle if he said it right.

Holding a thumbs up, you two make your way to your destinations… you think. It was unclear if he would bring you to a point and explain the way, or fully bring you there.

Thinking it is a safe bet to glance at him again, he has a soft smile as he catches you. Making you quickly look away, making a chuckle leave his lips — something that feels very special and intimate even tho he is a stranger.

Letting your eyes shift all over, not wanting to be caught staring. That is the only thing on your mind until you see it, making your eyes widen. Holding on to his arm, you gasp at the massive building.

Following your line of sight, he points it out. Making you nod eagerly, taking your phone again you tell him it is the national art centre which you had just found out about from the movie you watched on the plane.

‘Have you seen it?’ you ask through the app, referring to the film. Making him shake his head, as he points at it, “You want?” he asks, making it know he knows what you mean — most likely knowing the building too — but has not seen the film or understands the sudden intrigue.

Nodding, you drag him with you to the building. Feeling fingers slip down your arm before they intertwine with your as you take two steps at a time, vastly approaching the entrance.

Moving to walk in with him, you realise you missed a very vital part of information, especially when you are going to enter a big building with him where you could possibly lose each other.

Turning to him, pausing him in his steps too; “Uhm… name?” you ask, trying to make sense, “Todoroki.” he says, making a smile come to you as he understood, as he points at you in questions, “Todoroki-san…” you try out, telling him your name in return.

“(l/n).” he tries out. Making you hold a thumbs up with your free hand. Before pointing back at the door, nodding at what you mean. He lets his hand slip out, pushing the door open for you, letting you walk in before him.

Looking up, you try to figure out where he might want to go. Turning back to him, wanting to point where he might want to go; taking your hand back in his, intertwining them as he points at the first exhibition.

Following his lead, you can’t help glancing down at your joined hands, not being able to stop yourself from thinking that getting lost in Japan might not be the worst thing.

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