Bakugo X Reader: Confession

Bakugo x Reader: Confession

Summary: After Bakugo’s mental breakdown with Midoriya outside the dorms, you take it upon yourself to get him to open up. Of course it isn’t easy, but you two had known each other for years. Bakugo realises how he really feels and claims you as his own.

Rating: SFW

Genre: Fluff, angst, lime

Word Count: 4.7k

A/n: I love comfort fluff and tending to wound tropes... and I also used the headcanon that Bakugo needs hearing aids, so that is included in this fic. I’m also sorry about the slow updates... I’ll have some headcanons out for haikyuu in the new future so stay tuned!

The crisp night air flooded through the open windows as you held a warm drink in your chilly hands. A fluffy blank landed on your shoulders as Mina deposited them off to everyone. You shifted yourself to meet Mina’s extraordinary eyes, nodding in thanks. Mina returned with a cheery smile of her own.

All the girls of 1A populated the couches, basking in the much needed warmth. A few boys sat amongst you, such as Kaminari, Kirishima, Ojiro, and Sero. Mineta desperately cried for help, wrapped in a cocoon of Sero’s tape after a perverted comment directed at Momo. Todoroki did as he always did, awkwardly standing slightly adjacent to the lively group, a keen but kind eye flickering between classmates as they contributed to the conversation.

“Everyone!” Iida marched up to your group, “Leaving the windows open in this weather is incredibly irresponsible! You will all get a cold!” His rapidly chopping hands paused momentarily to hurriedly pull all the windows shut.

“Thanks, emergency exit!” Kirishima waved at the class representative. A satisfied expression washed over Iida’s face.

You rolled your eyes, slightly smiling at them, before taking a prolonged sip of your warm beverage. Without spilling it, you pulled your legs up on the couch to cross them.

The class was happily celebrating a successful hero licensing exam. All but Bakugo and Todoroki. Hagakure and Momo had insisted they could join you too. It didn’t surprise you that Todoroki showed up but Bakugo didn’t, for one of them took it a lot worse than the other.

Bakugo was your childhood friend, knowing him since forever. There wasn’t a time you didn’t know each other, but not quite outdating him knowing Midoriya. You never really announced yourselves as “friends”, per se. It more so happened by consistently interacting, never really introducing yourselves. One of those friendships that “just happened”, neither of you remembering when you really met each other. Turns out, your mothers had been friends for years prior.

As you two grew older, and Bakugo became more and more like... himself, you did not condemn for anything he would say to Midoriya, being quirkless. Luckily, you happened to manifest a fairly powerful quirk, so he never judged you for it. He could never find himself to explode at you whenever you told him to back off. He may yell, but it never went further than petty insults. Of course, Mitsuki would have been appalled with him if he did. She definitely had a soft spot for you.

Once starting at UA, Bakugo’s ego slowly but surely began to deflate. He began to obtain standards, something that surprised you plenty. You noticed how he acted around Kirishima. That was when you realised the difference between how he treated all his peers. He seemed to rank them - most worthy of his friendship and time to least. Upon witnessing Kirishima - someone pretty high in those “ranks” - interact with him, you noticed the outside perspective. How nice he was to you and Kirishima, compared to people like Midoriya.

Eventually, you grew an odd feeling in your chest whenever he showed up to class. Top buttons undone and without a tie. Or when you caught a glimpse of his ember swirling eyes. Not to mention during training, rocking up in that hero costume of his.

You even began to play a little game. Testing him to see how long you could pester, order, or genuinely annoy him before he literally exploded at you. More and more of late, that time stretched. Unfortunately, your little experiment didn’t go unnoticed. All the girls of 1A knew, questioning you about it. You passed it off as something you thought would be funny. Only Mina saw right through you. She knew you liked him and constantly teased you about it to no end. Midoriya and Kirishima were the only others to notice you pushing his buttons more than usual lately.

Uraraka’s voice broke through your elaborate train of thought, “Y/N...”

“Yeah?” You answered.

“Do you have any idea where Deku is?” Her voice trembled slightly, her cheeks going slightly pinker as she rubbed the back of her neck. She couldn’t be more obvious about her crush on Midoriya, so you had nothing to worry about. “He hasn’t come back since Bakugo said he wanted to talk to him. I’m kind of worried about him.”

A huff left your lips, “In all honesty, I am too. There’s no telling what Bakugo wanted to talk to him about.”

“He might be seeking girl advice,” Mina chimed in, sending a sly wink in your direction.

You immediately took a long sip of your drink, hoping the cup hid your slight blush as you furrowed your eyebrows at Mina.

“I highly doubt it,” Tsuyu placed a finger to her chin in thought, “I’m not sure that Bakugo would need that kind of advice. Especially not from Midoriya.” Your gaze fell.

“He probably wants to kill him,” Jirou shrugged her shoulders, taking a sip from her own drink.

Jirou’s comment silenced the group of 1A girls. Only condescending sipping of drinks and the guys chattering filled your ears. Your attention left your drink to the sound of shuffling feet approaching. Bright yellow eyes met yours when the source of the shuffling feet sat beside you.

“Ladies,” Kaminari’s smooth voice wooed as he rested his arms on the back of the couch, “What’re you guys talking about?”

Dyed red hair, held up by a graphic bandana, flashed your peripheral vision as Kirishima took a seat next to you. He pouted slightly when you flashed him an almost sarcastic smile. The pout couldn’t mask that he could see right through you. Worry for Bakugo plagued your mind. There was no doubt Midoriya had improved his ability to use his quirk. If Bakugo had indeed wanted to fight him, he definitely underestimated him.

“I’m sure he’s just in bed, Y/N,” Kirishima placed a hand on your shoulder, “It is way past eight-thirty.”

You stifled a small giggle, nodding at Kirishima’s words and mentally thanked him for his optimistic nature. You continued to sip your drink in silence, occasionally tuning in to Mina and Kaminari’s chaotic conversation. Overall, you felt the homeliness of this family created through 1A. A homeliness soon to be destroyed.

A loud bang caused everyone to close their mouths, the worst case scenario filled your head. Luckily, when you followed it to its source, it came to a slammed door. An easy answer came to your mind; the wind. However, standing before the door stood Bakugo and Midoriya. Both definitely looking a bit rough around the edges. A gauze on each cheek, they looked defeated. They refused to reach each other’s eyes, or any other pair staring them.

You cautiously planted your cup on the coaster before you, as if you were afraid of agitating Bakugo, easily spotting the anger and emotion in his ruby eyes.

“Bakugo and Midoriya!” Iida rushed over to them in a flash, his arms chopping up and down in anger, “Where on earth have you been? Why do you look like you just got into another brawl with some villains?”

“Shut the hell up, four-eyes,” Bakugo snapped, grumbling to himself. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, before storming past the couches.

Before anyone could stop you, you leapt to your feet. Your drink left behind, you rushed after Bakugo. The blanket around your shoulders flowed behind you like a cape, you called out to the angry blond, “Bakugo!”

Bakugo ignored you, continuing up the stairs. Hurriedly, you sped up the stairs and overtook him.

Your body blocked his, “Bakugo, what the hell happened?”

His head continued to hang low, his blond hair falling to obscure his eyes from view as you desperately tried to meet them. Scratches, grazes and cuts littered his face and arms, some covered up with gauze. The two gauzes on his cheeks mirrored each other, lightly stained in blood. Dust and dirt smudged up his arms; his wounds weren’t properly cleaned. His hands stuffed in his baggy sweatpants shook slightly, from both physical and emotional pain.

“Shut up, Y/N,” Bakugo’s wavering voice protested, failing at any attempted aggression, “I don’t need to tell you shit.”

You heaved in a shaky breath, “True, but I want to know. I might be able to help you.”

“You can’t help me,” his voice raised, causing you to step back. You really wished you could see his eyes, to see what kind of pain he was in.

“You won’t know that until you tell me what’s wrong,” you sighed, trying your best to stay calm and not snap back.

“Get out of my way...”

Bakugo harshly barged his shoulder into yours, causing you to stumble to the side slightly. You stepped after him as he continued to his dorm, the most likely place you imagined he would storm off to. You caught up again, flinging an arm out in front of him. His warm, sweaty hand latched onto your forearm. Your heart skipped a beat, relishing the ironically soft touch.

However, the softness of his touch contradicted his tone, “Y/N, move... right now...”

“Bakugo!” You cried, not afraid of the slightly startled boy before you. 

You didn’t budge or flinch as you laced your fingers between the ones he gripped onto your forearm with. With a soft touch, you lifted his chin upwards to get a perfect view of his face. 

His cut up face held the softest expression you had ever seen. No crease sat between his eyebrows, grazes over his forehead. The gauzes taped to his cheeks hid the worst of his face injuries, letting a small amount of blood to seep through it. His eyes glistened with tears, about to be spilt. They stung red, from previous tears.

Katsuki Bakugo stood before you, with tears in his eyes.

The Katsuki Bakugo.

“You can tell me, you know,” You hushed, once his bloodshot eyes met your sympathetic ones, “I’ve always been there for you, like when you got your hearing aids.”

One hand still holding his, you let the other one slip up to expose the small black device in his left ear. It wrapped around the back, resting behind his ear. A soft sympathetic smile graced your features, as Bakugo squeezed his eyes shut. He entered a vulnerable state, allowing you to wrap an arm around his lower neck and pull him into a hug.

“Please...” You whispered, “It’s better if you let it all out.”

Bakugo awkwardly stepped out of the hug, slipping his hand out of your grip. His eyebrows creased again, squinting his eyes to hold back any tears. He shoved his hands into his pockets, and refused to meet your eyes again.

“I’m just fucking pissed!” He raised his voice again, “I’m pissed at myself. At damn Deku! How did he become someone so damn special? And I didn’t!? When I finally get fucking recognised for something... it’s because I ended All Might! Why me?”

Your breath hitched. All of Bakugo’s pain unloaded onto you. All Might’s end happened a small while ago. He held this guilt in for that long? No wonder he was angry. In a way, you felt privileged and relieved Bakugo opened up to you. You always tried to be there for him. You wished you could have been there earlier, to stop him ever feeling like this in the first place.

“Bakugo...” You hushed his uneven breathing. It almost sounded like he was about to have a panic attack, “You couldn’t have prevented it. No one knew that it was going to happen. The last person who should be blaming themselves is you.”

“I could have done something! All I did was stand and watch. I left as soon as I saw you call out to me. Damn it!”

“Look at me, Bakugo,” digging into his pockets, you removed his hands from them and held them in your own, “If you didn’t leave when I called you, not only All Might would have ended. You would have too. And I don’t know what I would ever do if you did.”

A sharp inhale came from Bakugo’s parted lips, before he trailed off, “Da-damn it...”

“I care about you, Baku,” you let your thumbs run small uncoordinated circles on the back of his warm veiny hands. You couldn’t force yourself to look into his eyes, afraid of how he would respond. “I care more than you can ever imagine.”

“I- I-, fuck...” He couldn’t form sentences, let alone words. You, of course, couldn’t blame him. Not only because of his current emotional state, but you knew it would take a little bit more to get something so sincere out of Bakugo.

“It’s okay,” you finally met his red eyes, trying to mask the glossiness of your own, “It’s okay if you don’t return my feelings... I won’t take it too harshly.”

A small cocky grin slid its way onto Bakugo’s disheartened features, “Who said I didn’t, baka.”

Little giggles left your mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck. A newfound sense of confidence filled you. Not only did you let the burden of your confession lift off your chest, but he reciprocated the feelings. You couldn’t wait to tell Mina all about it.

“Now...” All sadness and sorrow had drained from Bakugo, a sudden huskiness melted off his words, “Let me claim you as mine.”

“Wait, wha-” Without warning, Bakugo cut you off by pushing you forward towards the elevator at the end of the corridor. A small laugh left you again upon witnessing the determination - no matter what it was for - return to Bakugo. The Katsuki Bakugo you knew and loved was back.

Without letting go of your wrist, Bakugo frantically pressed the elevator button, “Hurry up, you damn elevator!”

“Yelling at it want make it come faster, you know.”

“Shut up, Y/N.”

Once the elevator pinged, the doors slid open. Bakugo rushed you inside, turning around to watch as the doors slid shut again. No words were spoken, both of you urgently watching the elevator travel up to the level his dorm stood located in. You adjusted your hand in Bakugo’s grip, only for him to squeeze your hand tighter. The small action caused a tiny smile to tug at your lips in satisfaction. Damn, it felt good to finally have him.

The travelling between the elevator and Bakugo’s dorms happened so quickly it was all a blur. The only thing you knew was the sound of the door slamming behind you, before you were back up against the wall beside it.

Bakugo’s rough, calloused hands pinned your wrists to your side. There was no time to protest before the gap between you two closed. Your lips roughly fought against his a loosing battle. His lips felt chapped but soft at the same time. The taste of nitroglycerin lingered between your lips, the smell of caramel wafting into your nostrils. His hands let go of your wrists, finding a new home firmly on your hips only to press you further against the wall. Hands now free, they rushed into his hair. Silky blond locks weaved in and out of your fingers before you ran them down his neck to grip his shoulders.

The tickling of his tongue on your bottom lip begged your lips open, allowing it to slip inside your mouth. You desperately fought against his rough movements, only to lose. He took complete dominance as he slipped a knee between your thighs and propped you even further up the wall. In retaliation, you wrapped your legs around his waist, so he supported your full weight. Your crotch shamelessly pressed against his lower abdomen.

A gasp left your mouth as his warm hands glided up your curves and beneath your shirt. Bakugo’s skilled fingers ran patterns on the soft skin of your back, sending countless satisfied shivers up your spine. Your mouths continued to move in sink as his fingers slid along the skin just beneath your bra. The moan that escaped your mouth sent a wicked smirk onto Bakugo’s lips. Without warning, Bakugo’s lips left yours and attached to the soft skin of your jaw. You tilted your head to the side to give him more access to trail kisses down the curve of your neck. At the same time, one of his hands ran to the clasp of your bra. He fiddled with it, desperately trying to unclasp it before he gave up and detached his warm mouth from your neck.

“Damn it,” his warm moist breath tickled your neck, “How does this shitty thing work?”

You let a laugh leave your lips as you arched your back for your own hands to slip up your shirt. In an instant, you had detached it. The bra lacked straps, causing it to immediately drop to the floor.

A growl left Bakugo as he began sucking on the soft flesh of your neck. His warm, wet tongue pressed and flicked against it. The occasional sensation of his teeth grazing over your neck made a shiver slide up your spine. Bakugo’s large hands travelled back to the front, fanning over you exposed breasts. They travelled over them until he lightly fondled them in his hand, squeezing gently. Your hands on his shoulders quickly gripped onto the fabric of his black tank top. One of his thumbs flicked over your hardened nipple, causing his name to fall from your mouth in a pleasurable moan.

Bakugo greedily grunted, whispering against your neck, “Yeah, I like that, Y/N...”

His tongue continued to trail over your skin, sucking and flicking until he pulled away. Your eyes fluttered open, leaning down to press your forehead against his. Slowly, Bakugo’s hands trailed back down your sides and pulled out of your shirt. Your feet made it safely back down to the ground. When you attempted to meet Bakugo’s eyes, you found them trailing over purple bruises covering your neck, continuing up to the start of your jaw.

“Now you’re mine,” Bakugo brought you into a safe hug, letting you rest your head into the crevice of his neck. Your eyes squeezed shut again, delving yourself completely into his sent of caramel.

“As far as first kisses go,” you teased, letting a cheeky grin slide onto your face, “that wasn’t half bad.”

“Damn well, it wasn’t half bad!” His voice lifted higher, a familiar angry tone taking over. An even bigger smile came to your face once you realised he had almost completely forgotten the predicament he was in previously. “That better have been the best kiss ever!”

A little string of laughs left you, “Yeah, yeah. It was the best. You got me there.”

The silence continued for a little longer, until Bakugo retreated out of the hug. He cleared his throat before turning away from you. You took the opportunity to rush to his mirror, observing the damage he had done. A dozen or so purple hickies littered across your neck. They travelled all the way to your jaw and almost your ears. It would take a lot of foundation to cover those up, you thought.

“I’m definitely yours, it seems,” you turned to Bakugo, who only grunted, “I almost look as beat up as you.”

“I’m fine,” came his reply.

“You still need to clean those wounds and cover them up.”

“I don’t need Recovery Girl.”

“No, we shouldn’t bother Recovery Girl right now. I’d be happy to do it for you in the girls bathroom. Mr Aizawa is long gone, don’t worry about him catching us.”

“What about your annoying extras?”

“If any of the girls come in, I’m sure they’ll understand and make a pretty quick exit. I promise.”

Bakugo huffed in reply as you tilted your head in the direction of the door. You made your way to the door. As you reached out for the door handle, a bundle of black was thrown at you.

“Cover up, damn it,” Bakugo shoved his hands in his pockets and joined you by the door, “You don’t even have a bra on.”

“Oh, yeah,” you hurriedly unfolded the black clothing item, to find it was one of Bakugo’s plain black hoodies. You slipped it over your head and let it drop down a little further than your hoodies usually would. Caramel scent engulfed you, making it clear it hadn’t been washed since the last wear. Normally, that would disgust you, but it was your boyfriend’s. You plotted how long you were going to hold onto it in your head as you bundled the hood around your neck.

You gestured to yourself, only to receive a shrug from Bakugo. The shrug couldn’t hide the tiny reddish tint on his cheeks from the sight of you in his clothes. A victorious smile made it to your face, and you opened the door.

The journey to the girl’s bathrooms was uninterrupted. You led him there, linking pinkies the whole way. He hesitated to walk through the door, after all it was the female bathroom. The door shut suddenly behind you as you pointed Bakugo to sit on the bathroom counter. Swinging open the cabinet above the sink, you pulled out a small box of first aid supplies. You placed you hands on your hips after allocating the box a spot next to Bakugo.

“Take your shirt off,” you demanded, the authoritative tone desperately hiding the redness of your ears.

“Why?” Bakugo grumbled, mocking you with arms crossed.

“So I can see if you have any further injuries,” You opened the first aid box, pulling out a dry rag. Out of the corner of your eye, you spied Bakugo lifting his tank top over his head to reveal his toned chest and abs as you ran cold water over the rag. Wringing it of excess water, you turned to see him checking himself over for any injuries.

“Nothing,” Bakugo bluntly replied.

“Yes, but your ribs are bruised,” you pointed at the green patches of flesh along his sides. The mirror didn’t indicate any wounds or bruises on his back. Without warning, you dragged the moist rag over the bruises. A few droplets of water rolled down his chiseled stomach as he pulled back.

“That shit is cold!” Bakugo exclaimed, “I’m getting wet now, damn it!”

“It’s a rag with water, what did you expect?” You hummed, continuing to trace the bruised ribs softly with the rag. You leaned over the counter to grab hold of his closest hand, resting your sover it. “Stay still.”

Once you had finished, you gently gripped one of his forearms. The cloth traced his skin, washing it clean. You had to scrub it softly at some points, but avoided any of the open grazes and cuts. You travelled the cloth to run over his biceps, this time lightly dabbing at the largest graze. Your skilled hands couldn’t hide the blush on your face, especially with his fiery eyes watching your every move. They occasionally shifted to your concentrated features.

The cloth quickly passed over his shoulders and chest, before repeating the process on his other arm. This one wasn’t as scratched up as the other, making your job a lot simpler. Once you finished, you took a step back over to the sink.

“You’re probably gonna hate what I’m about to do,” you sighed, wringing out the rag after rinsing it.

“What are you gonna do?” He demanded, less agitated than he usually would be.

You didn’t answer with words but with your actions. Stopping the dripping of the rag, you dragged it around the gauze on his cheek. His hand swiped up, grabbing your wrist and pulling my hand away from his face.

“Die shitty rag! How dare you come near my face!”

A full hearted laugh left your lips, your head tilting back, “I’m trying to help you, baka. Please let me.”

Bakugo studied your face for a short while, until he ripped his eyes away, “Fine.” He left his cheek exposed, letting you place the rag back onto it. All the dust and ash had been scrubbed from his cheeks and nose. You softly dragged the rag over his forehead, softly dabbing it over a shallow graze. Once, your hand pulled away, you leaned up to place a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Are you done?” Bakugo rolled his eyes, pressing his bare back against the mirror.

You shook your head, “Nope. Not even close.” You placed the damp rag in the sink, digging around in the first aid box again. Bakugo groaned in annoyance, causing you to smile and shake your head again.

Cold plastic slipped between your finger tips - a small bottle of antiseptic. Pulling it out, you placed a few cotton balls next to it. Carefully, you dropped a small amount of antiseptic onto the cotton ball. You lifted it towards Bakugo, who grimaced at the sight.

“I can’t promise this won’t hurt,” you hissed in empathy, hesitantly detaching he hand from the counter. Pulling his arm closer, you dabbed the cotton ball onto one of the shallow grazes on his forearm.

Bakugo immediately pulled back, “Antiseptic can die!” You smiled, knowing that was his way of saying that it stung.

“It’s gonna sting a little bit,” you rolled your eyes, “I did tell you that.”

Your hand swiped out to grab his wrist in it again as he constantly ripped it away, “Katsuki Bakugo! It’ll get infected and hurt even more if you don’t let me do this!” You exclaimed in a playful seriousness.

“Say that again,” the grimace on Bakugo!s face dropped, his features now softer.

“It’ll get infected?”

“No, baka. My name.”

“Your name? Katsuki Bakugo?”

The smirk on his face now unmistakable, he placed a hand on your waist, “Yeah, call me Katsuki. I like when you say my name.”

A similar smirk crossed your face as you placed a hand over his on your waist. Without warning him, you took the cotton ball and frantically dabbed it onto the next graze. Katsuki grunted, whipping his arm out of your reach.

His eyes remained glued in the victimised graze, “What the hell? That was a dirty trick!”

“It worked, though,” you replied, drenching a new cotton ball in antiseptic, “That’s all that matters.”

“Whatever.”

Eventually, he gave up fighting against you, allowing you to finish applying antiseptic to grazes and cuts on his arms and shoulders without much fuss. You left the injuries covered by the gauze on his cheeks alone, immediately tending to the largest and most tender graze on his forehead. With your free hand, you pushed back his blond hair that shaded it. You kept that hand lovingly caressing the start of his hairline, while the other hesitantly dabbed at the graze.

Katsuki hissed through his teeth, causing you to slip your hand down the side of his face. You held his cheek in your palm and sent him an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry,” you placed the cotton ball down into the small pile of used ones under Katsuki’s observant gaze.

“I think I’m going to leave that one exposed. It needs to dry out to heal properly,” you explained thoroughly. A grunt left Katsuki as you pulled out more gauzes and a roll of bandage.

After a silent moment, you had successfully wrapped up his entire right forearm in a bandage. A large gauze covered a wide but shallow graze on his left shoulder and a couple of smaller ones littered over some small ones on his left bicep.

As you began to quietly pack up the first aid box, you felt a pair of arms slide around your waist. You stood on your tippy-toes to place it back in the cabinet, only for the limbs to wrap around you tighter. Katsuki’s breathtaking red eyes met yours in the reflection of the mirror, where you swayed in his arms in contentment.

“When I’m let off this shitty house arrest,” Katsuki grumbled into your marked neck from your previous activities, “I’m taking you out.”

“Yeah,” you laughed, leaning your head against his, “I’d love to, Katsuki.”

“It wasn’t a choice.”

A giggle left your lips, leaving both of you happy as you stood in each other’s arms.

Midoriya x Reader: Voice

Summary: Midoriya’s fight at the Sports Festival against Todoroki really scares you. You don’t know how to cope with seeing him in that type of pain, and he feels terrible for making you feel that way. Even though you thought you would be prepared for him to end up in hospital again, you couldn’t help but freak out when you get a call that he was in Hosu General Hospital.

Rating: SFW

Genre: Angst, fluff

Word Count: 5k

A/n: This one went a little out of proportion, but I had fun writing it! 

The scene before you tore your worn-out heart even more. Over and over again your boyfriend continued to attempt to stop the incoming attacks of ice from your classmate. From your point of view in the stands, you could only see the ice shattering and the awkward movements of your boyfriend’s arms. You couldn’t see the constant expression of determination on his face. His arm was clearly broken, along with countless fingers.

           You dug your neatly trimmed fingernails into your palms, holding back with the fear of drawing blood. The seat barely held you as you continued to slide further forward, attempting to get a better view.

           “He’s still going,” Uraraka shook her head beside you, biting her nails. “I can’t believe it.”

           A large breath was drawn into your lungs, unable to look away from the scene, “I do.”

You had known Izuku Midoriya ever since the start of junior high. Back then, he was so much more timid, shy and unconfident. It was hard for him to be any different, being born without a quirk and suffering from bullying and no encouragement from his peers or teachers. You had been one of the only people to ignore that he didn’t have a quirk and befriended him for the person he was.

           Your quirk was very heroic, and that’s where you knew you would be in the future. Midoriya had supported you the whole time, wanting to be a hero at UA himself, despite what others thought. Even though you could never say it, you always thought he didn’t stand a chance. However, you knew better than anyone he was the most determined out of everyone you knew to become a hero, even Bakugo. You noticed him start to train, his physique changing and it intrigued you.

           When middle school ended, you had prepared yourself to say goodbye to him. The two of you had exchanged them, showing genuine sadness about departing.

           That was until you witnessed his incredibly powerful quirk during the entrance exam. You were right there next to Iida when he leapt into the air and punched the zero-point robot to protect Uraraka, even though he barely knew her. You couldn’t help but admire him for his selflessness. When he plummeted to the ground with both of his legs and one arm broken, the fear that overtook your body had you frozen. It made you unable to move or use your quirk that could have easily saved him. You left it up to Uraraka to save him, which you eternally thanked her for.

           Curiosity caused you to confront him after he was healed. The last time you checked, he didn’t have a quirk, let alone powerful enough to take down a robot of that size in one punch. He hesitated to tell you anything, but mumbled out that he was a late bloomer. He also used the excuse that his body wasn’t fit for it, hence, the broken bones. Something in the back of your mind didn’t believe him, but for the most part you supported him still, just like you always promised you would.

It was easier said than done, because right now you wanted nothing more than to march down into the arena and tell him to stop.

           All of this sickened you.

           Even though you had fun in the other parts of the Sports Festival, they were taking it too far with the one on one fights. You didn’t make it to them, but you definitely didn’t mind after watching how no one was holding back. Uraraka next to you had an incredibly rough time fighting Bakugo, which was scary enough for you as it is.

           But, with how much you cared for Midoriya, you were a hair away from a fully fledged panic attack. Your uneven breathing was enough of an indication. All you needed was to get light headed and-

           “Y/N!” The bold voice of Iida called out to you, “Are you feeling alright? You’re looking a bit pale.”

           You managed to rip your eyes away from the scene to meet your blue-haired friend. Iida towered above you and completely packed with muscle, but he was the gentlest giant you had ever met. One of his hands was pointed at you in the chopping motion he always did.

           You nodded your head weakly, letting out a shaky breath, “Yeah, I’m fine. I think I might just be a little dehydrated.”

           That was the only excuse you could think of, and thankfully, Iida bought it.

           “You should be drinking water!” He exclaimed, “I’ll be back with a cup of cold water for you.”

           “Thank you.”

           Iida quickly sped off, you immediately turning back to the fight below.

           “Are you sure you’re just dehydrated, Y/N?’’ Uraraka questioned, it you ignored her, “You could have a bit of a fever, maybe.”

           You felt bad, but you didn’t reply. You released the pressure you had of your nails pressing into your palms. Looking down at them, you found crescent shaped indents. Small trickles of blood seeped from the corners of most of them. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, wiping the fresh blood onto your pants of your sport uniform. The roughness of the fabric on the tender injuries stung, but you ignored it.

           Down below, Midoriya and Todoroki had stopped fighting. They conversed, but they were too far away for you to hear what was being said. This caused a furrow to form between your eyebrows. You stood, leaning closer to the railing. You couldn’t focus on trying to hear what they were saying, but instead kept your eyes on the purple skin of his entire right arm and left fingers. You knew that two of his fingers had already broken after his fight with Shinso.

           He certainly had broken them again.

           You had also successfully kept track of which fingers he had broken and how many times. So far, he had broken ever single one of them, almost all of them twice, and a few of them three times. Including his thumbs.

           The fact that he did this to himself just to be number one broke your heart. As impressive as it was and how much it filled you with admiration, you wanted to know if he realised how it scared others.

           It was almost selfish in a way...

           Not realising that his pain hurt other people also...

           You knew that with the adrenaline pumping through his veins that he may not even realise the amount of pain he is in. That almost scared you just as much.

           The sound of Midoriya’s familiar voice, calling out broke you out of your train of thought. He was too far away from you for you to be able to understand exactly what he said. Whatever it was, he was extremely passionate about. You pressed your lips together in anticipation, just for Todoroki’s left side to explode into raging flames. Unable to stop yourself, you ran to the railing of the stadium. Wrapping your fingers around the railing, you leaned as far as you could over the railing.

           “Y/N!” Iida called out to you, approaching you from behind.

           Once again, you ignored him.

           “Get away from the railing! I have brought your water!”

           You still didn’t look back; you wanted to call out to Midoriya. Your voice was too hoarse from its desert-like dryness.

           They advanced again and Cementos sent a wave of liquid cement between them. It was about time someone stopped them. Midoriya and Todoroki both jumped at each other, Todoroki with his breathtaking flames swirling around him and Midoriya with his broken fist drawn back. Cementos solidified the cement between them, a wall with half a dozen lawyers.

           Light blasted from Todoroki, causing you to shield your eyes. It quickly dissipated, the sound of cracking concrete echoed through the stadium. The walls exploded, sending wind in all directions. Your H/C hair blew past your face as the heat from the explosion blasted into your face.

           “What’s happening?” Uraraka exclaimed.

           The cement walls had completely shattered, and once the dust settled the winner was shown. Todoroki stood, surrounded by the smoke from his fire and his shirt half charred off.

           That wasn’t what you wanted to see.

           You only cared about Midoriya in that moment.

           As the dust settled, you leaned even further over the railing. You were expecting to hear Iida scold you, but nothing came. He was just as tense about his friend as you were. Midoriya’s slumped over form was visible for you to see. Air expelled from your lungs to see him still up, but you looked down only to see his feet over the line. You bit your lip.

           He lost.

           You knew he would.

           At least he was mostly okay, right?

           You spoke too soon. The green-haired boy flopped to the side, falling to the hard ground. He was unconscious.

           Your heart thumped in your head; you were mad. Mad that they didn’t stop the fight. Mad that he was so selfish to help Todoroki use his fire. Did he not care how you would feel having to watch him suffer like that?

           Digging your fingernails back into your palms, you watched as a robots picked his limp, broken body up onto the stretcher and march him away. The stinging of your palms was the least of your problems as he disappeared from view. Opening your hands, you saw that blood was pooling in your palms. The cold air made the deep cuts sting. You sucked in a sharp breath through your teeth.

           You pivoted on your heals, immediately dashing back into the halls. Iida’s and Uraraka’s calls were long left behind as you turned the corner. You ignored the stinging of your palms as you wiped the blood on the back of your pants again. Sprinting through the halls, you circled around the stadium until you reached a door labeled “Recovery Girl”.

           Slamming the door open, you called out, “Izuku!”

           The lovely voice of Recovery Girl shushed you, placing her small hands on your forearms, “Keep your voice down. I know you’re worried, but he’ll be okay. He’s in here, dearie.”

           A prolonged sigh left you, before slowly regaining an even breathing pattern and heartbeat. Recover Girl pointed to one of the beds further into the room. She led you over to where he lay. Even though you had just calmed your racing heartbeat, it picked back up immediately after you saw the state he was in.

           Both of his arms were in casts, firmly held against his chest that was bandaged up. He leaned on a large stack of pillows, one of his legs poking out of the sheets in a cast as well. Next to him was a blond man who was extremely skinny, almost skeletal, that you could only assume to be a family member. You had only met his mum, after all.

           What broke you the most was the pained whimpers that left his mouth. Midoriya’s shining emerald eyes were squeezed shut and his teeth gritted. Now that the adrenaline was gone, all of the pain he was in was hitting him all at once.

           You stumbled to the bedside, dropping to your knees. Placing a careful, hesitant hand on his shoulder, you rubbed soothing circles into his skin.

           “Hey, Izuku,” you whispered. Midoriya pressed his lips together, the whimpers of pain dropped, and he released the tension between his eyebrows. At least your voice got through to him. “It’s me, Y/N. Can you talk to me? Open your eyes.”

           You were relieved to see his eyelids flutter open, revealing the gorgeous green irises that you had knowingly fallen in love with. They were flooded with glistening tears, cued up to spill. His bottom lip continued to quiver, making you reach up and brush his curly green hair out of his face. A drop of red blood fell from your palm onto his forehead that you quickly wiped away with your thumb.

           “Y-Y/N,” Midoriya mumbled with a stutter. The pain he was in even effected his speech.

           Your poor baby.

           “You’re gonna be okay,” you wished you could hold his hand, but they were both occupied in casts, “You really scared me.”

           Midoriya closed his eyes, sending a fat tear rolling down his cheek, “I’m- I’m sorry.”

           “Shh,” reaching out, you wiped the tear off his cheek, leaving a smudge of your blood where it was. You used your knuckle to remove the mark. “It’s okay.”

           The tall, lanky blond man cleared his throat, taking your attention from Midoriya, “Excuse me, but are you injured, young lady? You’re dropping a lot of blood on Izuku.”

           You withdrew a shaky breath, releasing your hold from Midoriya’s shoulder. A handprint in your blood stained his shoulder, causing you to look down at your hand. Your entire hand was covered in a layer of your crimson blood.

           “Uhh, I-”

           “Oh, my goodness, dearie!’’ Recovery Girl cut you off, grabbing your hands softly but with a lot of force, “What have you done to yourself? Here, come quickly! I’ll clean them then wrap them up for you.”

           The old lady dragged you away from Midoriya’s bedside and over to the other side of the room. You took a glance over your shoulder to see him watching you with concern, wincing at the same time. Recovery Girl pulled your hands underneath a faucet and turned on the cold water. As soon as the water splashed away the blood and hit the wounds, it stung. It stung so bad that you hissed through your teeth.

           “I know, it stings,” Recovery Girl sighed in sympathy, “It’ll be over soon.”

           She turned off the tap once all the blood flooded down the drain, leaving the crescent shaped cuts. A piece of paper towel was dabbed over them. This made them sting again, but not as much.

           Recovery Girl ran her soft fingertips over the four indents on each hand, “Hmm... Did you do this with your fingernails?”

           You nodded lightly.

           “Did the fight really stress you out that much?” She hummed, reaching over for the bandages. She started to wind some around one palm as you thought of how to answer.

           “Yeah...” You sighed in defeat, watching her every move with the bandage. Occasionally, you flickered your eyes across the room to where Midoriya lay. His eyes were squeezed shut, desperately trying to fight the pain away.

           Recovery Girl’s mouth quirked into a soft smile, “You’re the girlfriend, aren’t you?”

           Red tinged your cheeks at her statement, taking another small glance at your little broccoli. As much as he worried you, got into all of this trouble, and jumped in headfirst into danger, you loved him and couldn’t help but care about him. You wouldn’t have said yes when he asked you out after the USJ incident if you weren’t prepared for him somehow ending up in the middle of everything. You also wouldn’t have said yes if you weren’t expecting to have to spend sleepless nights next to his hospital bed.

           “Yeah...” was all you could say back. Recovery Girl chuckled, finishing the wrapping your palms by tucking the ends in on themselves.

           “Thank you,” you mumbled to the short old woman in front of you as she released your hands.

           “It’s no problem, dearie,” she shook her head and pet the back of your hand, “I understand you were scared for him, but just find another way to handle your stress than harming yourself.”

           As soon as you hummed in reply, you dashed back to Midoriya’s bedside. You knelt back down beside him, reaching up to sooth his pained whimpers. With a thumb skimming over the freckles dusted on his cheek, you hushed him with your eyebrows tilted.

           “Shhh, baby,” you hummed, “Just listen to my voice, okay? Ignore the pain. It’s okay... You helped Todoroki, didn’t you? Think about how you helped him. You did amazing. I’m sure All Might is proud of you, wherever he is.”

           The stranger - to you - beside the bed exhaled deeply, “He is...”

           Midoriya’s face relaxed again, from its contortion of pain. It returned to the soft features you loved so much. a wobbly smile graced his lips, sending one of your own to yours. His eyes peeled open, landing on the man on the other side of the bed. The two of them shared lingering eye contact, soft smiles exchanged between them.

           This made you question who this really was beside your boyfriend’s bed.

           Before you could speak up, Midoriya turned his head to look at you. The hand that rested on his cheek slid to caress and hold the back of his head. Your fingers were immediately engulfed into his green curly locks.

           “Y/N,” he sighed, “I’m so sorry for freaking you out. You- you didn’t need to feel that way. I don’t deserve for you to get that... that worried over me. I never wanted you to hurt yourself just because-”

           You cut him off with a quick peck to his lips. The shade of red he turned was so familiar that it made you chuckle. “Of course you deserve people worrying over you. You’re incredible, Izuku. Everyone was worried. Iida and Uraraka were pretty restless. Actually, Iida was probably one of the worst, running around trying to distract himself. He thought-”

           “I’m sorry, you two,” Recovery Girl had scuttled over back to the bedside, “but you must leave so I can prepare him for surgery.”

           The colour immediately dropped from your face and the rhythm you had of threading your fingers through his hair stopped. You could feel the rate of your heartbeat triple as it lodged itself in your throat.

           “Surgery?” Your voice wobbled as you looked back to find Midoriya’s face slowly return to one that knew intense pain. You moved your hand to run your fingertips across his cheekbone in a desperate attempt to sooth him again. “Are his breaks really that bad?”

           The panic evident in your voice didn’t help your attempt to calm Midoriya, only freaking him out more.

           “Yes, surgery,” Recovery Girl stated, “I need to remove the bone fragments before they get stuck in his lints. Now, out. The both of you! He’s had enough attention.”

           Before you had the chance to argue, she had pushed you both out of the door. The door was slammed in your faces. You expelled a deep breath from your lungs, turning to the left to find the stranger. However, he was gone. You sighed again, sinking to the ground against the wall opposite Recovery GIrl’s room. You were waiting for him, no matter how long it took. Even though you said you were prepared to stay with him whenever this happened, you really wished it never would. But, of course, it happened again.

This time, it was during your first internships. You had got an internship well away from Midoriya. He had told you he was going to be training with Gran Torino. You didn’t know who he was talking about, so, of course he gave you a massive history lesson on who this man was. He happened to be popular around the same time as Crimson Riot, making this guy really old. It was an understatement to say that you were concerned for him, but also that the internship would be a waste of time with him. However, it was too late and you trusted Midoriya’s enthusiasm about him.

           You called him everyday, until he sent his location to the entire class.

           You brushed it off as a mistake, ready to sleep in the safety of your hotel in Tokyo. In the back of your mind, you felt off. His location continued to echo in the back of your head.

           Hosu City... Hosu City?

           What was so special about Hosu City? Why did that name sound so important to you. Was there a festival you wanted to go to there?

           Whatever it was, you shook off. Letting sleep take over you, you snuggled into your covers. Your internship had been incredible, but also extremely exhausting. Being in Tokyo was a dream come true, especially as a hero-in-training. With Tokyo being the capital and with a larger population, come rates were so much higher. This gave you a lot of extra work.

You were obnoxiously woken up at 1 am by your phone ringing. Stretching, you rolled over to snatch your phone from your beside table. You squinted, the bright background of you and Izuku momentarily blinding you.

           The photo was definitely your favourite of the two of you. It was a selfie taken by you, showing off the ice cream he had bought you with a massive smile on your face. He, however, wasn’t looking at the camera and didn’t know you took the photo. His lips were delicately placed on your forehead, one of his hands brushing some hair behind your ear. It was incredibly cute, and made yourself feel incredibly luck to have him.

           Your mood quickly changed to excitement when you saw the caller ID was your one and only. You quickly answered, placing the phone to your ear.

           “Hello, Izuku,” you chimed happily.

           “I’m sorry, this isn’t Izuku,” an unfamiliar make voice sounded, slightly muffled through he phone. Your smile dropped, an expression of worry making it to your face as you sat up in bed.

           “This is Hosu General Hospital,” the man sounded very sympathetic, not helping the wave of nausea building up in your body.

           “The hospital?’’ You repeated.

           “Yes, the hospital. Izuku was been taken underneath our care after having a run in with a villain. You were the last person he had called so we called to tell you.”

           Your heart dropped, “Which villain?”

           “The Hero Killer, Stain.”

           “Oh, okay. Thank you for telling me.”

           “You’re welcome.”

           Without adding a farewell or goodbye, you hung up the phone. Guilt shot through you like a bullet. The sending of his location was absolutely no accident. He must have been in trouble.

           And you ignored it.

           Now you felt terribly guilty.

           Leaving no time to waste, you left out of bed and pulled on the closest jumper, changed your pants and slipped on some thongs. You sprinted out of the hotel, bringing your phone, wallet and apartment keys with you. Immediately ordering a cab and telling the driver to head to Hosu City’s General Hospital, you began scrolling through your countless photos of Izuku. There were some of him training, on dates with you, and some completely off guard. You caught yourself digging your fingernails into palms, stopping to look down at them.

           Scars in the shape of crescent moons sat as a reminder of what happened the last time you got too stressed.

           Instead, you began to take deep breaths.

When you arrived at the hospital, you almost forgot to pay the cab driver, you were in that much of a hurry. You sprinted into the hobby, luckily finding the reception desk available. Barreling into the desk, you ignored her greeting and spoke immediately.

           “Izuku Midoriya.”

           She told you were he was, receiving a thanks from over your shoulder as you speed walked to the elevator to where she instructed.

           You reached the room she claimed Midoriya to be in and didn’t even knock. Barging in, you found for beds neatly lined up on the walls. A large window showing the night sky on the far side of the room. Overall, it was pretty barren, except for the silhouette of your green-haired broccoli.

           He sat silently on his hospital bed, staring out the window. Frozen, he was restless. You could tell he was in shock or felt bad; he would have noticed the door opening if he was alright. The hospital gown hung loosely off his shoulders, displaying his scarred skin. Resting on the side of the bed beside him sat a crutch.

           “Izuku?” You called out hesitantly, approaching him from behind. He didn’t look at you as you rounded the bed. “It’s me, sweetheart.”

           Midoriya’s tearstained face turned to you, displaying his bloodshot eyes. Tears continued to roll down his freckled face. You bit your lips to stop yourself from letting a few tears well up too - you found crying extremely contagious. Even though you had seen him cry so many times in the past, this one killed you the most. It wasn’t hysterical like usual, it was the silent tears that left him stunned that clawed at your heart.

           “Please, don’t cry,” you knelt down in front of him, being careful not to touch his wrapped up leg, “Does it hurt that much? Do you need some pain killers?”

           Silently, you reached up and cupped his face, skimming your thumbs over the tear tracks to wipe them away. Izuku’s eyes still failed to look away from the window, let alone into your eyes. Without saying anything, he simply shook his head.

           “Then, what is it?” You sighed, your hands leaving his face to rest in his hands.

           How could you help if he couldn’t find his voice to tell you?

           An idea popped into your head. You recalled during the sports festival when he was in such intense pain, but your voice snapped him out of it. So, you placed your head on his knee - on his uninjured leg, of course. Taking a deep breath, you opened your mouth.

           You began singing a soft tune, a song you knew Midoriya loved having listened to it studying with him before. Your fingers danced over his scarred skin while you recited the lyrics perfectly. Midoriya’s hands turned over, taking hold of yours that now sat in his. You stared at the floor, watching his shadow move as he tilted his head down to look at you. A small sniffle could be heard from your boyfriend as you reached the instrumental part of the song, humming the melody as best as you could.

           Finishing off the song, you turned our head up to look at him. His face no longer frozen in shock, a tiny soft smile squished against his tear-streaked cheeks. The tears in his eyes were blinked away as he watched the twinkle in your eyes as you finished singing.

           “Is that better?” You matched his smile, giving his hands a soft squeeze.

           Midoriya replied, “Yeah...”

           His strong arms hauled you to your feet, urging you to take a seat next to him on the hospital bed. As soon as you sat down, his arms wrapped around you, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

           “I was just scared...” he whispered into your neck.

           You brought a hand up to lace into his green curls, “Of course you were. You had an encounter with Stain. Don’t feel bad for being scared about that.”

           “No...” he shook his head, bringing it off your shoulder to look into your eyes, “It’s not that. I was scared... I was scared when they told me that they called you... I remembered when - at the sports festival - you got really stressed because of me and hurt yourself. I somehow always end up in these situations and I get scared that I’m hurting you when I do...”

           Biting your lip, you grabbed his face firmly, it drifting away from looking at you directly. There was no need to lie about anything as you formulated how you would answer without making him even more upset.

           “Of course it hurts me when you get into these situations-” he furrowed his eyebrows it you ignored his worried features “-but that’s only because I love you. I care about you so much that when I got the call I immediately came here, didn’t I? No matter how tired I was, I was prepared to leave Tokyo and travel all the way here because I couldn’t stand the thought of you bedridden again. Luckily this time doesn’t seem to be the worst, but don’t think I’m not prepared to do this again for you. I mean, you’ve ended up in the infirmary or hospital five times this year - not including the entrance exam - and we haven’t even finished first semester!

           “Baby, don’t get yourself worried about me... I know it’s because you care for me but... I’m pretty sure you are the priority, right now.”

           Midoriya exhaled through his nose and nodded his head slowly, “I know, but I can’t help but think you worry about me too much and you’ll end up with anxiety or something...”

           “Now you’re just trying to argue,” you chuckled, leaning forward to place a kiss on his nose. The gesture turned his face a faint shade of red. “I don’t know how you always end up at the centre of everything, but how you handle it makes me so proud and only admire you more.”

           Your boyfriend chuckled slightly, turning a darker hue of red at the compliment. He rubbed the back of his neck, “Okay... maybe I was being a little bit of an overreacter.”

           All you could do was smile at him for a moment, basking in the soft stare of his emerald gaze. The lingering eye contact and thoughts that echoed from your conversation made you realise just how much you loved him. The fact that he made himself cry over accidentally hurting you because of something like this made your heart swell.

           The intense eye contact you two were sharing was cut short when Midoriya’s eyes squeezed shut suddenly. A tiny, squeaky yawn left his opened mouth. The sound caused your heart to swell just a little further.

           “You must be so tired,” you stated, “Do you need help getting into bed?”

           “Wait, I’m not tired!” Midoriya protested, rubbing his eyes, “See?”

           You chuckled at him, “Izuku, baby, you need sleep.”

           “But I want to tell you about the fight! And how amazing Iida and Todoroki were! Endeavor came and beat Stain and-”

           Holding out a hand to stop him, you smiled, “Slow down! You definitely don’t seem that tired...”

           After getting the approval, Midoriya gave you an intense run down of the battle against Stain from start to finish. How he stumbled across Iida trying to save a hero but ended up getting paralysed by Stain’s quirk. He explained how he sent his location out and Todoroki showed up in the nick of time. He rambled on about how he was so proud of Todoroki for using his flames and how he couldn’t wait to write more notes on both him and Iida. He also told you that both Iida and Todoroki were out having surgery and getting stitches when you got worried about them.

           His rambling went on for over half an hour, until his spark ran out and he practically passed out on you, freckled cheek squished against your shoulder. 

           Being extremely careful, you managed to lay him down on his pillow. With the upmost of care, you use your feather-like touch to swing his legs onto the bed. Tucking him in, you watched as he entered deep sleep.

           Sitting in the chair beside his bed, you slowly began to drift off to sleep also. You were so happy that your voice was able to get through to him in times like these.

Not gonna lie this long piece I'm writing is not working out at the moment...

For now I'll just post a bunch of short drabbles for both bnha and hq, so please request if you've got any ideas!!

Shinso x Reader: Scented Candles

Summary: While you were enjoying Shinso's company in your dorm room, the power cuts off. Inspired by the romantic lighting of your emergency candles, Shinso proposed the idea that the two of you should slow dance. He convinces you to sing for him while he holds you close in the aroma of your scented candles.

Rating: SFW

Genre: Tooth rotting fluff

Work Count: 1.1k

A/N: I'm so sorry for the wait recently, I am working on a request too at the moment even though life has been keeping me plenty busy.

Time was forgotten as the darkness beyond your curtains drawn closed over your dorm window had long settled in. The low humming of conversation on the tv on the wall opposing the end of your bed was the only sound you could hear besides your boyfriends slow breathing next to you. 

        The even rhythm of Hitoshi’s chest leaning against your slouched form showed that he was long drifting off to sleep. You didn’t blame him, however, as the trashy movie you had put on for steady background noise had almost bore you to sleep too. Not only that, but the training he was undertaking with Aizawa to fulfill his dream of joining the Hero Course was tiring him out. You were incredibly proud of his progress, but the last thing you wanted was for him to burn himself out.

        You didn’t pay attention to the movie anymore, scrolling through your phone while you rother hand threated its fingers into Shinso’s lilac hair. His cheek rested on your shoulder, one arms resting over your midriff. The lamp by your beside emitted just enough light for your eyes to trace his features whenever his breath would slightly hinder.

        Suddenly, the lamp shut off. The television’s light and the awful dialogue seized with a small click. Your body jolted upright at the abrupt silence that fell over your room.

        Hitoshi’s eyes quickly opened at your sudden movement, straightening his back. You immediately felt bad, switching on the torch setting on your phone.

        “Sorry, Toshi,” you turned the torch to the ceiling as to not accidentally shine it in his eyes.

        “It’s fine, kitten,” Hitoshi’s voice rasped, his hands rubbing his eyes slowly.

        “I think the power went out,” you stated the obvious, taking into account the sky outside was clear, “But there’s no storm outside.”

        “Denki probably sneezed on a power socket, or something,” Hitoshi mused, squeezing you close so he could press a kiss onto your hairline. “Don’t stress.”

        “I’m not stressed,” you poked him in the chest, “but we should probably light some candles, because I think my phone is about to die.”

        Turning your phone over, you turned it on so that you could read the battery percentage. A small number 3 sat next to the small battery symbol in the corner, confirming your suspicion.

        “Looks like we’re going back to sleep then, kitten,” Hitoshi smirked, sinking down into the duvet.

        He adjusted one of your pillows so that it rested at a comfortable angle. His arms wrapped around your torso, dragging you down the bed. Your legs slipped further into the warm blankets as Hitoshi attempted to wrap you up in the duvet. Thrashing your arms around, you urged to wriggle back up to sit.

        A few months ago, you would have stood a fighting chance to get your way whenever Hitoshi tried to use force to get you to cuddle. Mr Aizawa’s training had certainly enhanced his strength, making your playful wrestles feel like a sparing match.

        “No!” You laughed, attempting to pry his fingers from your hips, “I don’t want to sleep yet! I want to light some candles!”

        Hitoshi smirked, “Look at you… you’re struggling to stop me when I’m really tired… Have you been skipping training again?”

        “I don’t skip training!” You stopped wriggling for a moment, turning to look into Hitoshi’s half-lidded eyes. “You’ve just been training harder than me, and I’m proud.”

        “Don’t try to flatter me,” Hitoshi growled, “I’m still winning.”

        He smirked, when you wriggled backwards out of his hold. His arm lifted off you, allowing for you to slide off your bed. You crossed the floor to a cabinet, unaware of Hitoshi’s adoring gaze falling after your figure.            

        Blindly rummaging through a draw, you found a small collection of scented candles, some you gifted to yourself, others from Hitoshi. Fumbling in the dark with the marches, you struct it, a small spark alighting the head. You quickly hovered the match over the candles’ wicks, lighting them all. A row of orange light bounced over the walls and ceiling as the torch from your phone turned off.             

        The amber glow relaxed you, your eyes drifting over to Hitoshi still lounging on your bed. His lilac eyes bore into you, an adoring smirk wrinkling the corner of his soft, kissable lips.     

        Slightly embarrassed by the lingering gaze, you turned your back towards him. Have expecting him to drift off to sleep once again, you began to rearrange your candles so they lined up perfectly across your cabinet. The mixed senses of pinewood, vanilla and lavender wafted into your nose in swirls with the smoke.

        Fingers dancing around the small of your waist took you by surprise, Hitoshi’s hands clasping together across your stomach. Hot air tickled the back of your neck.

        “The atmosphere is suddenly a lot more romantic, would you say so, kitten?”             

        Hitoshi’s silky voice and accusation made you blush, spinning around in his arms to face him. The way his half-lidded eyes trailed your face while resting his hands on your hips caused your stomach to do backflips. There was something about being this close to him that had this effect on you, no matter how long you had been together.

        “It is, yeah,” you sighed, adjusting your hands that you had swung around his neck.

        “Perfect for slow dancing,” Hitoshi rubbed his nose across yours softly.

        You laughed at him, “Since when were you into dancing?”

        “I’m not, but wouldn’t it be fun to try?”

        You pursed your lips, fully aware of the way he had manipulated your movements so you were now slowly swaying to an unknown rhythm.

        “We don’t have any music.”

        “Sing for me.”

        “No, it’s embarrassing.”

        “Please, kitty? Your voice is beautiful.”

        “You only heard me that one time you accidentally walked in on me showering.”           

        “And you sounded lovely.”

        “Bathroom acoustics are always so much better, though.”

        “Baby, please? You’d sound beautiful wherever you are.”

        At this point he was basically begging. You almost felt bad for having to deny him for so long, especially when his lip slightly pouted out at his last sentence.            

        “Fine… but you owe me another scented candle,” you bargained, smiling as he laughed before scoffing at you.

        “You’re so weird.”

        Rolling your eyes, you didn’t protest, mentally hyping yourself up for your small performance. Clearing your throat, you avoided Hitoshi’s eyes as you fell into the first note.

“Put your head on my shoulder Hold me in your arms, baby Squeeze me oh-so-tight Show me that you love me too

Put your lips next to mine, dear Won't you kiss me once, baby? Just a kiss goodnight, maybe  You and I will fall in love”          

        Hitoshi led your bodies in an uncoordinated waltz, giggling whenever he dipped you. His sudden movements would leave you shocked, having to replenish your voice in order to continue the song.

        Even with the cracks in your voice or when you forgot the lyric and had to repeat the line, the way you held each other if the sweet perfumes of your scented candles couldn’t be more perfect.

Kaminari x Reader: Princess

Summary: When Class 1A has a campfire on night take the stress off the students, your boyfriend, Denki, neglects you. Your plan to gain his attention succeeds, but only because you are his truly princess.

Rating: SFW

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3k

A/N: I wrote this a while ago and I thought I’d give it a shot posting this...

Three frantic knocks in your front door to your dorm caused you to bound up from your seat at your desk. You stumbled to the door, hardly containing your excitement. In seconds, you had twisted open the door handle and swung the door into the room. The smile on your face grew more than tenfold as you met the bright starry yellow eyes of your boyfriend. Damn, did his eyes remind you of all the stars and suns combine into concentrated irises. His very own smile caused yours to grow, and to think he was yours took your breath away every time you saw him.

“Hey, Princess,” he smirked, his faint electrical freckles shining as his face shifted, “Are you ready to go?”

His hand stretched out for yours, exiting the pocket of his green-grey jeans (he’s wearing the outfit in the picture). Your grip tightened around his hand as soon and he took it from the door handle. Hand holding had to be one of your favourite things to do with him.

“I’ve been ready for ages, Denki,” you laughed, gesturing to yourself. The hair you had Momo neatly do up had small strands falling from the style, curling in small ringlets around your face. “My hair is falling out already. I’ll have to get Momo to redo it.”

“Nope,” Denki smiled, “I think it looks better like that anyway. But I’m sorry I took so long, Y/N. It took me a while to retune this bad boy.”

Denki’s free hand flew around behind him and smack the guitar in it’s black case hanging on his back. His talent playing the guitar was a large secret to everyone, including you. He hadn’t played it in ages, but brought it to the dorms as he thought he might pick it up again. However, with the stress of being a student at UA getting to him, the guitar sat in the back of his wardrobe, collecting dust. That was until the fateful day when Seri and Kirishima decided to try and prank him by hiding in his wardrobe and jumping out to scar him. However, Kirishima and Sero were so cramped inside that they ended up falling out of the doors, bringing down the cased guitar with them.

Those two had never seen Kaminari so angry in their lives. He thought they had broken the guitar that he held as a prized possession, even if he no longer knew how to play. Kirishima continued to hold it against him after he explained how he used to play but forgot due to school. So he spilled the tea to Jiro, who helped bring Kaminari back on track and retaught him how to play.

“Okay,” you sighed, “I’ll forgive you for that.”

Denki tilted his head towards the elevator, “Come on, we should probably head down there. Are you sure you will be warm enough?”

“Yep,” you stepped out of yours room, readjusting your grip in his hand and swinging your dorm door closed, “Well, if I do get cold, you can give me your jacket.”

Denki began leading you to the elevator, “Nope, not going to happen, Princess.”

“What, why? That’s what boyfriends do!” You reached out to press the level one button on the elevator and it arrived almost immediately after. Both of you entered the elevator and you rolled your eyes as the doors shut again.

“Y/N, I love you,” he grabbed both of your hands and turned your pouting face towards him, “but this is my favourite jacket. I’m not letting anyone take it. Tough love, baby.”

The furrow between your eyebrows grew tighter at his words, as you stuck your bottom lip out further. You knew what gets him. Denki couldn’t resist your pouty face as he could never stand seeing you be upset.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Denki mused, “We need to hurry to join the others.”

The two of you left the elevator, passing through the common room to the courtyard out the back of Hero’s Alliance. Soft chattering of familiar voices of your classmates came from the soft ambient glow from the campfire Momo thought would relax everyone after stressful schoolwork. Orange light flooded the courtyard, the fire flickering through shades of yellow, orange and red. Small embers drifted up in the cloud of smoke that dissipated once it reached a certain height. Chairs had been moved to circulate the campfire, littered with your classmates all eating or roasting marshmallows.

Denki stood next to the door, sashaying his hand through the doorway, “After you, Princess.”

“Why, thank you,” you mocked a bow, a small giggle escaping your lips as he followed behind you. The cold hit you immediately, but the radiance of the fire pulsed heat in your direction to make up for it.

“Hey!” A familiar head of red hair, not spiked up like usual, but a bandana wrapped around the flat hair, ran towards you, “Y/N, Kaminari! I roasted some marshmallows for you.”

From behind his back, he pulled out two marshmallows, speared through the middle. One was beautifully crisp and brown, the gooey inside tripped down the stick. The other held a charcoal black colour that cracked to display the gooey-ness on the inside. It was more of a liquid than a solid by the way it was roasted.

Kirishima handed the charcoal-like one to Denki and the nicely roasted one to you, “Just the way you guys like it.”

Your mouth dropped, “You like it that way? You monster.”

Denki simply shrugged, not offended by your comment. His hand that held your hand slipped out of your grip and around your shoulders as he gnawed down on the pitch black marshmallow. You lifted your eyes up to catch sight of his bright yellow orbs glistening in delight at his crusty treat - that should not be that crusty in your opinion. Even though his way of roasting marshmallows was completely wrong, you ignored it if only you could see the look in his eyes.

In record time, Denki had scuffed down the mallow and chucked the stick with small strings of marshmallow slipping down it into the fire. “Let’s sit, Princess.”

Using the arm around your shoulders to guide you, your boyfriend slipped around to the other side of the campfire. You took a seat on the log that had been rolled to act as a seat. To your left, you smiled at Mina, who lunged an arm around you and squeezed you into her side to great you. She quickly turned back to talk with Sero as your Pikachu of a boyfriend sat on your right. The guitar strap slid off his shoulder as he rested the guitar between you and him.

You sat with one of Denki’s hands on your knee as you completely devoured the marshmallow on your stick. Once you had finished, you chucked the barren stick into the campfire.

When Denki’s face - lit up with the orange glow of the fire - turned towards you with a smirk, a small amount of fear slipped into your mind. You knew that smirk too well.

“Hey, Princess,” Denki mused.

“Yeah..?” You answered, sceptical to answer.

“What do you call it when you murder one of your friends?”

“Why would I ever do that? We’re training to become heroes!”

“Just say “what”, Y/N.”

“Okay, fine... What do you call it?”

“Homie-cide! Get it? Homie? Homicide? Homie-cide?”

A really long exaggerated sigh stringed out of you mouth, but you couldn’t help let a small chuckle fall from your slightly blueing lips, “I hate you...”

“Don’t be like that!” His arm wrapped around your shoulders to pull you into a tight side hug. The smile on his face made you regret saying that as his contagious giggling erupted from his throat. “It was good, come on.”

Another sigh left your lips as you leaned up to kiss him on the temple, “I’ll give you that one. It did get me a little.”

“Hey,” Denki caught your face in his hand before you could turn away, “You missed.”

Before you could protest, he dove in for a quick but skilful kiss to your lips. It always left you momentarily stunned whenever he did that. Whenever he took you by surprise with a small kiss, he never failed to take your breath away, make your heart triple it’s heartbeat, and make you blush like crazy. A goofy smile illuminated both of your faces as you gave him a small shove in the shoulder.

“Hey, Kaminari,” Jirou’s voice cut Denki’s bubbly giggle off as she came to stand before the two of you, “Your guitar is ready, yeah? We could sing a couple songs soon, maybe.”

“Yeah! I was born ready.”

“Oh, I also came to ask if either of you guys wanted a hot chocolate? Todoroki’s taking some orders for Sato.”

You straightened your posture at the thought of the warmth flushing throughout your insides, and the chocolate aroma. Not that you wanted to admit it, but you knew that Denki had been right about these clothes not being warm enough. “That’d be great if you could tell him I wanted one.”

“Hmm, I’ll pass,” Denki replied.

“No problem, Y/N,” Jirou bounced on her heals as she turned away, “I’ll go tell him. I’ll be back.”

It was only about five minutes into joining whatever conversation Mina was having with Sero before you saw Todoroki with a tray of a dozen or so hot chocolates, struggling to slide open the glass door. His nose was scrunched up as he tried to juggle the tray on one hand. Placing a hand onto Denki’s knee, you let him know you were leaving. You speed-walked to the door, rounding around the campfire and sliding the door open for Todoroki.

The relief that flowed through his face made you chuckle as you caught the tray before it tilted, “I got it, Todoroki.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” he nodded his head slightly, readjusting his grip on the tray, “Did you order one of these?”

“Yeah, I did,” you gleefully answered, “I could never turn down one of these.”

Taking the closest mug, to let your senses adjust to the warmth of the drink as you took a quick sip. Being conscious of burning your mouth, you took another just a quickly. The smell had you entranced as you stepped out of the way for Todoroki to step through the door. You slid it closed behind him, turning around to spy something that made your heart drop a small bit.

On the other side of the campfire, Jirou sat in your seat, a little too close to Denki as you would like. His guitar no longer had its case on as it lay down on his lap. The neck lay down on Jirou’s as she inspected the strings, making sure they were all in tune. Every now and then, their fingers would brush over each other’s. Accidentally, of course...

The overwhelming jealously held you to the ground. You couldn’t move as you were forced to watch them exchange conversation that close together.

Jirou was one of your closest friends, you knew she would never do you wrong like that. After all, she always seemed completely disinterested in Denki and you trusted him as his girlfriend. However, you knew they were going to perform together at the campfire. They spent many late nights together practicing; on the nights you usually spent with him in your own dorm.

No, you were jealous.

Jirou wouldn’t do that, and neither would Denki.

“Y/N?” Todoroki stepped in front of your gaze, breaking your line of sight to your boyfriend, “Are you okay? You spaced out?”

Blinking multiple times, you quickly glanced around at your surroundings to find that Todoroki had the vacant tray underneath his arm. How long had you been staring at them?

You met his duel coloured eyes, about to answer him when the soft strumming of Denki’s guitar ripped the words from your mouth. All of your classmates turned their heads in his direction, the skilful plucking of strings having the same effect on them also. Soft humming also vibrated from Denki’s throat, surprising you. You never realised he could produce a melody from his voice, even though it was buttery to begin with.

Beside him, Jiro began to sway as Denki’s soft rhythm came the part of the song with lyrics. Jiro’s even softer voice joined in with your boyfriends melody, singing the lyrics familiar to most of the class. You stared from the other side of the campfire at Denki. His yellow eyes flickered between his plucking fingers, his other hand up the neck of the guitar, and Jiro to his left - right where you should be.

The crease between your eyebrows doubled as they reached the chorus. He joined her in song, their angelic voices fit together perfectly.

An unsettling bubbling in your gut made you dizzy as you took a sip from your hit chocolate. Sitting down and leaning up against the door to the dorms, you rested your head on your free hand. You couldn’t find the strength or courage to look back towards Denki and Jiro. The wind made you shiver as the two of them as sang the chorus again.

That was when a plan formed in your mind.

You stayed silent as Denki finished his guitar solo and Jiro finished singing. The class erupted in cheers and applause. You clapped your hand onto the one holding your mug and took the opportunity to activate your plan.

“Todoroki,” you called out.

Your classmate turned back around to find you one the floor, “Yes, Y/N?”

“Could you do me a favour?” You inquired, taking another sip of the hot drink in your fingers.

“Yeah.”

“Could you make me cold?”

“You want me to use my ice on you?” His face turned to look at yours, a small knit between his eyebrows - almost unnoticed.

You lifted a hand, “Not ice... but you can cool me down with just your hand. Right?”

“Yes, I can...”

“Great!” You opened your arms, inviting Todoroki to touch you. A hesitant hand landed on your shoulder, encrusting in a thin layer of ice. Shivers ran down your arm, immediately experiencing a change in temperature. Todoroki quickly pulled back, noticing your sudden shiver.

“Would you like me to keep going?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded, gesturing to your other shoulder.

The same hand landed on your other shoulder, repeating the slight application of ice. The hand slipped over to rest on your upper back momentarily, sending a sharp shiver down your back.

“That’s good,” you smiled, “Maybe even my legs?”

“Uhh...”

The awkwardness and hesitance was evident on Todoroki’s face. There was no doubt he knew about you and Denki dating, everyone knew being the loudest couple in UA. He was as dull as a brick. There was no way he would have picked up that you were using the cold to get to Denki. He certainly didn’t even notice the subtle glances between Denki and Jiro that had caused you to do this while they were singing.

Only the tips of Todoroki’s fingers slid over your thigh slightly as he kneeled down to your level. Cold flushed through your legs as he passed his hand over to the other. Todoroki continued to glance up at your face, making sure he wasn’t passing any boundaries.

The look of satisfaction of your working plan caused Todoroki to pull back, “Is that okay?”

“Yes, that’s brilliant,” you shivered again, “Thank you, Todo.”

“Um, anytime?”

With that, you strained your neck to spy Denki. You found him whispering something in Jiro’s ear. That was the last straw.

Resisting every urge to march over there at that very moment, you stayed put. Your patience was worth it, as Jiro left not so long afterwards. You took this as your chance to strike, taking quick-paced but casual steps towards the log Denki sat on.

“Hey, Princess!” Denki waved you over, the grin that killed you every time sporting on his face, “Did you like the show?”

You hugged yourself, attempting to enclose some warmth around your body. A shaky nod notified him that you enjoyed it, taking the now empty seat next to him. “Yeah, but think you were right about these clothes not being warm enough, though. I’m freezing.”

“Really? Come here! I’ll warm you up!” Denki gently leaned the guitar against the log on the other side of him, wrapped both of his arms around you. Warmth rushed over to you, his scent causing a flood of satisfaction through your senses. You hugged back, slipping your arms underneath his jacket. Direct body heat warmed your arms up as you clutched the purple long sleeve shirt he had on.

“Is that better?” He asked, placing his chin on the top of your head as you buried your face into the collar of his jacket.

“Mm, your jacket is really warm...”

You closed your eyes, almost slipping into a light sleep. Every now and then, a happy sigh would escape your lips. Denki placed a soft kiss on your hairline, smiling to himself. You desperately fought the sleepiness making you drowsy, but failed. The constant warmth of your boyfriend lulled you as he slowly began to sway.

A soft, but sly smirk etched onto Denki’s face as he shifted his hold on you. He slipped out of his jacket without disrupting you, leaving him in the long sleeve. Gently, he draped the jacket around your shoulders, ignoring the cold that took over his body. He squeezed you tighter, adjusting you again slightly. He pulled his guitar back on his lap, quietly strumming a few calming notes.

“Hey, Kaminari,” Jiro stepped in front of him, ripping his attention from your peaceful expression. In her hands was a jumbled up blanket that he had told her to get for you. “I got it.”

“Thanks.”

“Do you still need it? I mean you gave her your jacket.”

“I’m sure she’ll still appreciate it. Thanks, Jiro.” Kaminari received the blanket, wrapping you up in one end and himself in the other. Your slow and steady breathing made him sleepy too.

“You really treat her like a princess. That’s your favourite jacket...”

“Well, she is. She’s my princess.”

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