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The Baby Project

Chapter one/?

izuku midoriya x reader

Summary:

U.A. decides that raising a fake baby is a good lesson for the future heroes and paired third year classes A and B with a general studies class. When you get stuck with a dead beat, Izuku Midoriya comes to save the day and your grade.

tw: Dead beat parents, sexual harassment (no details), idk if there's anything else?

The baby project is the worst thing to have happened at U.A. At least for you and the rest of your General Studies class that the ‘heroes’ decided to sacrifice for their favored course. 

  “Is this punishment?” 

  The teacher, Snipe, shakes his head. “No, no it’s not.” 

“You sure? Is it because of my last assignment?” Your previous assignment was honest and not popular. Snipe didn’t like what you had to say about heroes. The only thing you regret is that it was almost a hundred slides and you had to hold the class hostage in order to finish it. It was so bad that some of the other teachers had to save them. What were you supposed to do? You worked hard on your presentation and by God, somebody is going to learn from it. It was a solid assignment that you ended up passing, much to your amazement. 

   “It’s not punishment. You’re helping them. They’re about to be sent out there and need that last bit of guidance.” You scoff at your teacher. Are you even going to be graded for this since it is all for them? Then, a thought enters.

“This is because of Endeavor, right?” The room is filled with tension at your referral. What did they expect? It’s the truth. Because of the Todoroki Family’s fiasco, U.A. has decided to help prevent that from happening again in its own way: by giving robotic babies. Not to mention it is at your expense.

“ Toots!” Your friend, Ema, hisses. You just shrug and mouth ‘what?’.

“Yes.” Your eyebrows raise at Snipe’s honesty. “And why are we sacrificed? We’re younger than they are. Let the elderly go first. Just as nature intended.”

 Snipe rubs his face. “Why are you so-no, you’re not being sacrificed. It’s a new assignment that everyone’s doing. My class is just paired up with them.” 

“ Why?"  How are you the only one with questions? There is so much unfairness here!

  “Will you stop?” A girl with bright red hair and reptilian eyes frowns at you. What’s her name again? Sakura or something? “It’s happening, there’s no use fighting it.”

  You sigh and glare at her and your homeroom teacher. 

“Try to get excited. This is the first time U.A. is doing this and you get to set the standard! Think of names and schedules,” He goes from being behind his podium to sitting on the desk in front of it. 

“And time, and sleep, and food-” He interrupts you. “This is new technology, too! This little thing feels, looks, and acts like a real baby. It literally grows and responds as time goes on.”

  The boy with shiny silver hair and four eyes tilts his head. You think his name is Jule? That’s how you’ve always referred to him as and was never corrected. “How old do we have to raise it to be?” 

  Your debate is slowly turning into excitement about the project. A baby to hold and raise. That grows and you’ll be the first at U.A. to do it. You’ll have future pro heroes as the other parent. Not just any of them, the golden class. Class A and B, the ones who fought in wars and defeated the greatest evil. That year alone goes down in history. Your peers still stand in awe as they walk past them in the hallways as do a lot of the school. 

  “Depends on your achievements. The better parent you are, the bigger it gets. Hatsume is the one who made them. For all we know, you guys could raise teenagers,” He turns his head towards you. “And get a taste of your own medicine.”

  “I’d be an excellent parent. I’m just not sure about heroes.”

He points at you. “Keep playing. I dare you.” His threat earns a couple of chuckles in the class and even a smile that you try to fight. 

  Riko, a girl a few rows away from you, bounces in her seat. “Who do we get?” 

“See? Be like Riko.” He gestures to her but stares dead at you. He has always been the teacher that tries to be personal and familiar and use first names. It’s refreshing since you’re so used to using first names anyway.

“Why are you picking with me…” You whine.

  “Because you don’t listen.” You scoff when Ema hums in agreement. “Traitor.” You grumble. 

“Mr. Snipe! Who are we getting?” Riko asks again. You are not surprised to see all of these people be thrilled about it. You raise your hand. 

“ What.” Snipe taps his foot, already tired and the day just started. “Is this going to get in the way of school or is this project not during class hours?” 

  “I forgot about that…” Riko sinks into her seat. Other complaints echo off the walls. Small voices finally decide to ask the right questions. Repeating yours, about finances, hero schedules, are we allowed to go into each other's dorms (of course, that was by Riko). 

  “This is all up to you. Now, they’ll be coming here soon. We’ll draw names then.” 

“What does that mean? How is it up to us?”

   Benio turns to you and says, “He means if we raise it right, it won’t go off. Depending on how good of a parent you are, kind of thing.”

You slump in your seat with growing stress. It’s going to grow. You’re not being graded on how much it cries or something like you did in middle school. No, this is like reality. Because of the hero course, you’re going to be somebody’s baby mama. 

“I hope I get Deku…” Ema says to herself and sports a light blush. She’s always been an Izuku Midoriya fan for as long as you’ve known her, which hasn’t been for very long. After the big showdown, he only had embers of whatever the hell the quirk was. Over time, he trained those embers to make them stronger and to be his own. No ghost guidance or whatever and a bad history attached. He was no longer All Might Jr., but Deku. Considered a hero in his own right. Plus, that new suit he got made him a hit among those who liked Batman or other comics. 

   At least that’s how you took the explanation? You're probably forgetting something but if you ask Ema, she’d go on and on. There aren't enough hours in a day for that. 

“I want Todoroki!” Riko squeals and bounces up and down in her seat. You can’t help yourself. “Girl, that’s dangerous.”

  “Making fun of what he’s been through isn’t funny.” Benio, a normal high schooler who is firm in his convictions, rebukes. You turn to him and look into his gold eyes. 

  “I’m not. I’m simply saying that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Plus, it’s also the reason for this assignment, right Snipe?”

  Your teacher looks up at you. He’s trying to make it seem that it is to benefit both courses but it’s just not. Not when this whole thing is caused by Endeavor and Touya. Clearly, U.A. is doing this for them, not for General Studies. He even said so. There is nothing for you here other than to train the future pros to be better parents so there wouldn't be another League. 

“Yes. It is also a new program that we’re trying whether you like it or not. It benefits everyone.” Snipe ends short. "What about necessities? Food, money, diapers, all of that. Do we buy our own or do you provide?"

You hate how you have to ask these questions. "U.A. has its own formula, bottles, and diapers. Due to it being mechanical, there's no way normal things would work."

"Do we pay for them?" Snipe nods slowly. Before you can complain again, the door opens and the veteran hero, Eraserhead, enters the room with his students. The future pros stand in line. The majority of them have smiling faces for their juniors. Some are blank. Since the big showdown, they have all grown. Taller, wider, buffer, smarter, all of it. It’s insane to think they were little twerps before. 

  “Where’s Deku?” Ema asks as she looks at all of them. Her pure black eyes survey the future pros. “He’s away right now! He’s training with his new suit, so he’ll be gone for a bit. But you have me!” Kaminari or Calamari whatever the fuck it is, smirks at her. 

   “No thanks.” You snort at her look of disgust. Lips curled, brows furrowed and she’s leaning back like she saw vomit. 

“Ouch.”

Hatsume enters the large classroom with a wagon in tow. All of the babies are of different colors and sizes. Some are very petite and others have rolls. They look like your average baby doll.

“Now class, listen up. We’ll draw names and to fit two parents together then you’ll get an assigned baby. We’ll provide birth certificates and activate the kid.”

  There is a feeling in your gut that this will not go well. You don’t mean to put it in the atmosphere at all. Since you’re stuck with this dumb thing, you hope you are wrong.

“Benio with Yaoyorozu.” You hear a curse under someone’s breath. He gets up and walks to your teacher for his baby. Benio and Yaoyorozu receive a normal sized baby. Benio quickly supports the head. In Yaoyorozu’s hand is the certificate wanting a name for it and their parent’s signature. 

  The door opens again and a hero course student from Class B walks in. If you remember right, he’s the drill guy. Someone who can turn his body really fast or something. He scratches his head and gives a short wave to the class. “Ah, there weren't enough students from the other General Studies.”

  “Alright, you and (Y/n).” You get up and go to the front to get your project. Mei hands it to you, not the future hero, and gives you the paper as well. You support the chubby baby’s head. Like your average doll, it has plastic skin and blank open eyes. You go back to your seat and wait for him. He stands there awkwardly. “Um, come with me.” 

“Why?” There are enough chairs for him, you note as you look around. Benio’s desk is empty. Snipe sighs. “(Y/n), go with him.”

“Why? This classroom is huge. He can sit down.” 

  “( Y/n), go.” Snipe points to the door. Slowly, you get up and head for the door, glaring at your teacher. You follow the drill guy closely. He opens the Class B room. You sit down and wait for him to follow you. Now that he’s next to you, he introduces himself. 

“I’m Sen Kaibara. Your name’s (Y/n)?” He has a small smile on his face. His eyes study you closely. You nod at his question. “Let’s get down to it.” You open the baby’s diaper and see that it’s a boy. “It’s a bouncing baby boy.” There are faint red spots on his legs. They aren’t bumps or anything. Maybe the diaper is too tight. You quickly close it before he pees on you. 

“Okay, what should we name him?” You have a few in mind. However, he also has a say in them and he probably won’t like them. Everything’s fine as long as the little boy has a name you can say and spell. Sen taps his chin and his eyes dart around. He snaps his fingers and asks, “How about my name?”

“No. And nothing I can’t pronounce, either.” He scoffs. “You’re not giving me a chance.” 

 “Neither are you. Something that we can both write and pronounce.” That’s it. In the end, that’s what you want. And for him not to be a junior. 

   The two of you decided on Noa, much to his annoyance. Clearly, you don’t get along. Not when it’s like this. All you asked was a simple thing. Yes, you can say Sen. But it doesn’t fit the baby. Yes, he can have a say so in the name. You only wanted a name you can spell and pronounce that doesn’t involve ‘junior’. It’s a name that both of you agreed with and is simple. 

   To you, it wasn’t difficult or a lot to ask for. To him, he’s red in the face as he turns it in. It was a simple disagreement. Why is he frowning so much? Snipe looks it over. “Ah, Noa? Nice name.” 

  Noa begins to get fussy. You look him over to see what’s wrong. You gasp at your discovery. His face changed from a baby doll look to one of an actual baby. His face is a mixture of yours and Kaibara’s. Honestly, mainly yours. Your eyes and mouth, especially. His plastic skin becomes soft like it's real and his weight now settles in. He looks and feels real.

   “That’s normal. Everything changes in time.” 

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Unfortunately, things do change. Right as you adjust Noa so you are able to write, he freaks. Everyone’s head turns to you. Ema, God bless her, soothes you as you try to do the same to Noa. It’s crazy, you’ve baby sat before and aren’t bad with kids or babies. Yet with Noa you’re all thumbs. 

  “Bounce him gently. Do you have a bo-bo?” You snap your head. “A what?”

You can barely hear her over Noa's shrill cry. He shakes as he continues to wail. She shifts awkwardly. “A binky. A pacifier. It’s what we’ve always called it.”

  “I’m really irritated right now so usually I’d like, stab you or something but that’s cute.”

  Ema holds in a laugh. “Thank you for your generosity.” Mr. Snipe calls your name. “I know, I know! He won’t calm down.” 

  He sighs. “The bag we gave you has some supplies in it. The school’s formula, a bottle, a set of diapers, pamphlet all of that. Try different things,” He addresses the class. “Learn from this everyone. Plus, the items in the bag are samples. You’re going to have to do what you can by yourself.”

  You set the diaper bag between your knees and unzip it. Inside are the supplies Snipe mentioned. His screams get louder. Suddenly, another baby follows suit, awoken by Noa. Jule immediately glares at you. You mutter several apologies and fumble the silver formula packet which is surprisingly in a liquid form. 

  Your fingers shake whether from stress or the bouncing you're doing with your whole body, totally dedicated to the rhythm. You pour the contents in the red and white bottle to shake it. Putting it in his mouth, he refuses to suckle. 

“W-what?” You look at Snipe confused. He taps his foot and crosses his arms. Jule’s baby is quiet now, abruptly stops by your amazement. “How?” Jule shows you the bottle. “She’s hungry. Is Noa not-” 

“Let her deal with it.” Snipe sighs. Riko frowns. “Doesn’t it take a village to raise a child?”

  “Not for this project, no.” She sits up straighter. “Don’t you think you should be more patient? This was bound to happen.”

  “You,” He points to you. “Outside so we can continue class.” 

“Fucking asshole.”

“Watch it.”

You struggle to stand up without dropping him or anything else. Ema, bless her once more Lord, comes in and helps you with your things. You make haste to exit the classroom that is growing increasingly annoyed. 

  You try to feed him once again and when that doesn’t work, you set him on the ground to check his diaper. The redness is still there but he is dry. Throwing your hands in the air, you give up and head to Kaibara’s class. You don’t even bother to knock since literally everyone can hear you coming a mile away. 

   “Kaibara?” The class looks at you with their hero uniforms on. “Can you try? Nothing I’m doing is working.”

“I’m busy. I’ll visit later, okay? Try putting on a movie or singing to him or something. I gotta go.” He leaves you standing in the middle of his classroom.

“In the middle of school? Put on a movie in the middle of class?” You scoff and move in front of him, preventing him from walking away. Some of his classmates look at the two of you. You notice that not a single one of them have their babies. Their teacher, Dracula or something, pauses his speech and eyes you. “Kaibara, handle this as a father would. Alright class, let’s go.”

 “Kaibara-” He cuts you off with a short response. “Not now.” He rushes past you to join and laugh with his friends as Noa continues to cry. Dracula pats your shoulder and apologizes. 

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You decide to rock him rather than bounce. Soon after, he begins to quiet down, making you want to scream in his place. The bottle in your hand beeps. You look at it and see the word ‘spoiled’ on it with Hatsume’s face on it with a peace sign. 

  Still rocking him, you set your bag down on the ground to get a better look inside it to see how much you have. “No…” That was the only formula packet. Sighing, you pick it up and carefully rise up, with your knees cracking every inch. You head to the support course and walk inside. Power Loader is about to scold you for not knocking but stops himself immediately. “Is something wrong?”

“I need more formula, please.” Hatsume pops up out of nowhere. If you had the energy, you’d punch her for everything she’s ever done to you. 

  “Let me see, let me see!” She moves your arm enough to look at him. “Ah, he hasn’t grown; tsk, tsk.” You literally just got him. Like, a couple of hours ago.

 “Give me the formula.” 

  She sighs and shows you a set of packets and tells you the price. Your jaw drops. “You can’t be serious.” 

  “Yep, yep! Hand it over.” Regular formula is half the price and she’s handing you six packets. One per bottle. “Is one packet for one bottle?”

“Preferably. If you water it down then the baby isn’t getting the nutrients. Don’t try to skimp on my baby, little baby!” 

The door behind you opens and shuts. Benio comes to your side. “She keeps throwing up, is your formula faulty?”

  Hatsume twitches. “ No! These are based on real babies and not every baby can have the same formula.”

  She, again out of nowhere, brings out a pink pouch. “Specialized!” You’re about to have a heart attack when she tells him how much his is. It’s even more than yours. “Fine. I’ll take four cases.”

Ah, that’s right. His parents make a lot of money, and his stipend is more than yours. Because you are a scholarship kid, your amount is lower. No one has told you by how much, though. 

Embarrassed, you put up two fingers. She hands them to you and is gracious enough to place them in the diaper bag. Your eyes are downcast. 

  “Everything’ll be okay.” Hatsume says. You don’t ask what the money is for even though you are curious.

While you're here, you speak up to Noa's demonic creator. Ever since you got him, his groin has been red and irritated. You want to smack yourself when you finally piece together that he has a rash.

"Is there something wrong with the diapers? He's terribly red ever since it was put on him." You hand him over to her and she places him on a clear spot on her desk. "Ah, he's allergic! Good thing I have something for tha-"

"Special diapers?"

She puts her hands on her hips. "Why didn't you let me finish?"

"Let me buy them, please." You see the box of diapers in her hand. Already your stomach is in knots. Strangely, she looks into your eyes without a smile. No expression on her face. It looks like she's focused on you. "Are you okay?"

You nod and hum. It doesn't feel right to let this bother you.

 "Here's some samples. Let me know if they work, okay?" She hands you three blue diapers. Unlike the regular ones that have the U.A. design on them, this one is pure blue with the U.A. emblem on the top. You don't realize it until you quickly change Noa and see the redness start to fade. Your eyes are watery. Not to the point of tears rolling out but close enough that Mei cared.

You clear your throat. "I'll um, let you know. If they work, I'll buy some more."

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Sitting at your usual lunch table with Ema, Benio, and Riko, you struggle to eat your lunch one handed. The other is occupied with holding Noa. Luckily, he is peacefully sleeping.

“You should really get a carrier or a wrap. It’ll be much easier.” Ema, who got Kirishima, eats her piece of chicken. New voices are loud enough to gain your table’s attention. 

“Mm! Gotta go. We promised we’d sit together for the sake of our daughter.” She gets up and leaves you in awe of her communication skills. “I wish that were me. I can’t Yaoyorozu to sit still.”

“I don’t even want to.” Riko says. You forgot who she got but her forlorn face clearly says it’s not Todoroki. 

“Not many of them even carry their kids. Like, Kirishima is the first I’ve seen.” You point to him sitting next to Ema. She didn’t get Midoriya like she wanted. Nevertheless, she got one of the better ones out of the bunch. In fact, he’s bragging about her. Showing everyone his daughter like a real proud father. 

   “Damn it…” You mutter. Searching around the cafeteria, you say, “I can’t even see Kaibara. Maybe we should exchange numbers. I have to tell him that Noa can't have the regular diapers.”

“You don't have his number?” You shake your head no. Riko frowns and rocks her carrier. “(Y/n)! That's, like, the first thing you should do.”

“I know, I know. He ignores me, though! Today I couldn’t console Noa. So, I went to him for help and he totally blew me off. He didn’t even look at him. Like Benio over here, I cannot get this guy to sit still.”

“Try again. If I can get her to cough it up, you can too.” He finishes his plate fast. Benio rhythmically taps his foot. His eyes focus on the table, clearly pissed off. You want to reach out and tell him it’ll be okay. That she’ll come around and you are in this together. Right now, he’s at the stage where he’ll snap at anyone and you prefer to live.

“You guys are so lucky. I got stuck with a creep.” That can only be one person. You gasp. “That grape dude? He’s still alive?” You didn’t even see him in class. It was probably the Lord doing that.

“Yep,” She pops her ‘p’. She pushes her broccoli around. Riko tenses up and her bottom lip sticks out slightly. “All I get are innuendos. I want to meet up? He’ll flirt and suggest another child. I don’t feel safe at all.” She mumbles. Your protective instincts start to flare up. It’s not normal for you to feel this way, either. How could he do this? Yes, she’s smart and pretty. But that doesn’t mean jack crap. Being disgusting towards her is wrong. Where are his morals? She isn't interested. She said no!

   “If you want to have supervised visits, I’ll be happy to be there. Make it into a play date sort of thing.” It isn't much to offer but at least it's out there. Her lips wobble as she smiles at you. “I would like that, please.”

“Has it gotten that bad already? The project just started.” Benio rubs her back. “Yeah, already. He keeps blowing up my phone. I got in trouble for it in class, remember?” Yeah. English class was a sight when her phone vibrated so much it shook off the desk. The teacher's vein nearly popped due to the interruptions. 

   “Let me see.” Benio grabs her phone and checks. With every scroll his eyes get wider. “The fuck? We have to tell the teachers.”

“They’ll just say, ‘it’s like real life’.” She mimics their voice. You hold out your hand to reach her. Whatever is on that phone, has made Benio even madder. Steam practically comes out of his ears. “Yeah, but this is sexual harassment. Something that is punishable.” 

  “Will you go with me?” You and Benio don’t need to be told twice. You spot Kaibara with the red headed big hand girl. You get up and go to him. “I’ll be right back. When I get back, we’ll go directly to Snipe.”

  You make your way to him. He laughs and snickers with her, neither one having their baby in hand. “Yo, Kaibara.” 

  He stops and turns to you. “I need to talk to you.”

“I’m busy right now. I’ve worked hard, I’d like to eat.” You tap your foot and suck your lips in before you speak. “The only thing I see is you jaw jacking and not a single bit of food got in your mouth. All I’m asking for is a minute. I need to talk to you about our baby.”

"Fake baby."

The red head inhales her food. “Mm! That reminds me, I have to go find her. I promised I’d watch the baby.” 

“Watch? That’s your kid. You’re not babysitting, you're supposed to be raising.” 

   She freezes and you turn to Kaibara. “Come on.”

“After that? You broke her.” He grabs her hand and leads her to the rest of Class B. “At least take my number so we can communicate!” 

 “Later!” He meets up with his friends and Red looks back at me with a guilty look. She lets go of his hand and goes somewhere else. 

  “Come on, let’s go to Snipe.” You guide Riko up from the table. “What’re you going to him for?” Kaibara miraculously is able to hear you, apparently. He pokes his head up above his friends’ shoulders to peer at you. He goes behind one of them and asks again. 

“None of your business,” You snap. Your thumb rubs Riko's hand in an attempt to comfort her. “Come on.” Riko gets up and packs her things while Benio throws everything away. Sen calls out to you again, wondering why you’re going to Snipe. “Later!” You yell.

He really should’ve given his number.

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You stand in the hallway with Benio. Both of your backs are leaning against the wall. You hear Riko’s muffled voice as well as Eraserhead and Snipe. The three of you called them together and showed them the messages. Benio didn’t see them all and you didn’t see a thing, which is probably for the best. Noa is still sleeping soundly in your arms. His chubby cheek is nestled close to your chest. You shift your weight on your feet and look at Benio from the corner of your eye.

“Do you think they’re giving him an excuse?” He rolls his eyes. “Don’t start that shit.” Benio snaps. You whip your head towards him. “I’m worried about her, you little bitch. No need to get snappy.”

“I’m worried too. Skank.” 

“Pfft!” You snort. For the first time during lunch period, he cracks a small smile. The door opens and you quickly straighten up. Riko comes out first. “Let’s go, you guys.”

“You sure?” 

“Yeah, we’re excused.” You nod and walk with her, Benio and the babies in tow. “What’s going to happen? Will you be okay?”

“I’ll be alright.” 

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  Your arms are becoming numb as you hold Noa. You still don’t have a carrier or the money to afford one. Looking around, everyone is more prepared than you or is just overall better. During lunch, a bunch of them rushed out to buy baby things. Smart bastards.

  Noa is squirming more than ever. He isn't crying (yet) but he looks uncomfortable. Maybe it’s gas? You have to document that on your project's papers. Snipe said to write down all the progress, costs, and at the end there will be a written assignment on all of the notes. It's a weird project and clearly an emotional one. 

“Sen? Sen?” You go yelling through the hallways of his dorm. Tetsutetsu gets up and goes to you with his baby in his arms. “What’s wrong? I can help.”

“Where is Kaibara?” 

“I don’t know. Maybe his room? Is everything okay?” You shake your head no. “No, nothing’s okay. He’s avoiding me and the baby. I need to talk to him.”

  Tetsutetsu clenches his fist. “Bet. Follow me.” He goes through the halls demanding to know where he is. Tetsutetsu barges into Kaibara’s room, the door swinging open so hard it now squeaks. He begins to yell, “ Take responsibility!”

 “Tetsu, what the hell?” Kaibara shoots up and closes his manga. “You? What’d you do, go to Snipe and have Tetsu on my ass?”

  “No, he did that on his own. We need to discuss the baby. Noa needs things and there are times when your schedule works better than mine. There’s so much we need to talk about.” Although a part of you wants to defend yourself for going to Snipe, it isn’t fair to Riko.

  “I got this, Tetsu.” Kaibara looks into Tetsutetsu’s eyes. “You better. You and the others are giving us a bad name.” 

  He leaves and gives you a nod. You shut the door behind him and hand the baby to Kaibara. “Kaibara, meet Noa. Noa, meet your dad.”

  “That’s not funny. And it is not right to embarrass me like that!” He holds Noa awkwardly and gives him a weird look, as if he's disgusted or freaked out.

“That’s what you’re worried about? We have a whole child right there-”

“He isn’t real!” He yells, surprisingly, not waking Noa up. Your anger begins to grow. “The costs are real! The necessities are real! The grade is definitely real!”

  “Is that what you want? Money?” How the fuck is that what he caught.

“Money? No. I want you to help. I can’t do everything on my own and worry about school. Let’s work on a schedule. Let’s get baby supplies. Communication is amazing, why not do it?”

   He brushes past you roughly, pushing you back a little. “Let’s go then.”

The two of you walk to a baby store, passing the many confused and worried expressions. He dips his head into his hoodie. “I should’ve hid my fucking face or something.”

You roll your eyes. “Did it occur to you that they’re staring at us because we’re two teens with a baby?” He scoffs, throwing the door open and doesn’t hold it for you.

 “Jerk.”

Inside, are rows of colorful clothes. Some are hero merchandise and others have cartoons. After the various clothing for all ages are bottles, diapers, binkies, and the like. In the back is the gold mine for children: lots and lots of toys. 

   “What about this?” You hold up a dinosaur shirt. He rolls his eyes and shrugs. “Can you hold him now?”

  This is the first time today you don’t have him and you're still taking care of him while your partner is right there. “No. It’s your quality time.”

  You put the dinosaur shirt in the cart. Suddenly, Noa screams bloody murder. You turn to Kaibara who’s freaking out. “What the fuck? He just started-”

“Is everything okay?” An employee comes up. Kaibara quickly gives him to you and says, “I gotta go.”

   “At least leave some cash!” He turns around and stomps to you. 

“Fucking knew it. Here.” He hands you twenty bucks. As he slams the door open and shut, he hides his face. You bounce Noa. “Is there a bathroom or something?”

“Yeah, come with me. Leave the cart.” 

In the bathroom, you lower the table. “I fed you, you took a nap, I changed you-”

She looks at his face. "Babies can sense things too, you know?"

You look up at the woman and ask what she meant. "Children can tell how a person is inside." She nudges her head to point out the door. "And that was clear as the sky today."

“Thank you for your help.” It took twenty minutes for him to calm down and thirty for you. The woman behind the counter is a God send. She’s helped you out more than Kaibara has, and you’ve only known her for a short amount of time. You called Snipe to let him know where you were, and he yelled at you for being late. Whatever. It’s his dumb assignment. 

   You put the supplies on the counter, fearing the cost. You grabbed a very cheap wrap, not yet being able to afford a proper carrier. You have his money, and the rest of yours. 

  She looks at you and looks at what’s on the counter. “This isn’t nearly enough. You got some of the essentials. Everything else is missing.”

   “I know, I know. I didn't have time to plan or anything. This was sprung on us today, remember?" You wished you had time to at least finance.

She tells you the total. What he gave you doesn’t cover anything but a few shirts and a bo-bo . You buy everything else with nothing left in your account until payday. 

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As you go home, Noa decides that it's time to rest again. His soft pudgy face is peaceful and his breathing is steady. “I’m sorry about today. And that you still don’t have a bed…” You set him on your bed comfortably. Afterwards, you put everything away in the few drawers you have.

You are in awe of how little he is. Chubby but overall small. It’s ridiculous how much you spent on a fake baby though, no matter how cute. This entire thing is unorthodox even by U.A. standards. Students paying for things with their own money is just too much. How did they expect this to happen? Where is the money going to? 

It’s not a complete loss, anyway. Things can be recycled, donated, or sold at the end. You rub your face and look around at the lack of things he has. No bed, dresser, playpen, and the only toys he has are the stuffed animals that were on your bed. And he’s too young to be playing with them anyway. 

Even though he isn't real, he's not, this is still getting to you. It's way too familiar. You smack your cheeks. He's an assignment, a project, a doll. That's right, a doll. To the side is your white laundry basket. You grab it and put a spare pillow in it, just like you would with your baby dolls when you were a child. “Alright, let’s see if this works.”

   Nope, no it doesn’t. You groan and apologize to Noa, who still does not have a bed. That alone bothers you. He looks up at you for a moment then closes his eyes again. He gives a quick smile revealing two dimples on his chubby cheeks. You give him a little kiss. 

You gasp. You only had him for a day and you've become attached. Not to a serious degree but enough to warrant a kiss. Maybe it’s because of his likeness to being real. He actually looks like he’d be yours. He feels like a baby. The whole thing is confusing you and you think it’s popping your ovaries or something.

You suddenly feel heavy. Today has been nothing but draining. If you can get a few minutes in, just a few. You need to do the responsible thing and take your meds if you’re going to nap. The bottle is too far. The side of the bed your upper body is leaning on is so comfortable. Eyelids heavy, a yawn, and the day that has been so tiring. You just need a few minutes…

   There’s a knock on the door. You perk up and check on Noa, who is still asleep. You wipe your drool from your face and arm. Your knees crack in pain from sleeping on them. “I’m old, so, so old.”

  “Hello?” You say as you open the door. Ema bounces and excitedly tells you, “Deku’s on the phone!”

“Bitch, did you really wake me up for that?” It’s the audacity. The sheer amount of stupid is astounding. 

“Fucker. Anyway, come on! He’s face timing my baby daddy right now.”

  “Hold on, let me get Noa.” You grab your bag that has a pink dress uniform in it and then snatch his diaper bag off of your chair. Right as you're about to leave your room, your eyes find the long mirror. The dry erase marker is fading and needs to be redone, and you must put more reminders on it, too. 

  Your eyes stay there too long. You can feel yourself about to drift away in the color of a light purple and dark blue, swirling around each other with twinkling stars. The smell of lavender starts to push through the scent of the blown out candle in your room. A moon is peering out of the colors, soon to move and send you into another dream. 

  Suddenly, Ema yells your name. It comes into your head like an echo, something distant and not seen. You begin to come out of it when Noa starts to cry. You blink and wipe your eyes. Noa immediately stops crying. “Thanks, bud.”

Downstairs, Kirishima holds his phone out and talks. “We miss you! When are you coming back?” 

   “In a few weeks, I think? Maybe a month. I’m not sure but I'm making tons of progress! I'm starting to feel more secure in my suit."

You enter the commons and spot the spiky redhead talking animatedly to the green on the screen. "It's a cool suit! I like how it looks a lot like your usual-here she is. Her name's (Y/n). (Y/n), meet Izuku Midoriya."

  Your face then takes up the screen. Round green eyes meet yours. He doesn’t say anything at first, he just stares. Finally, he stutters as he introduces himself. Anytime he’s brought up, you’ve been shown this freckled baby face. Now, you’re looking at someone who’s gaining mature definition. His cheeks are a little slimmer and his scar adds a rugged look. His curls are no longer all over his head but are now neatly trimmed. All in all, he is not bad to look at. He’s surprisingly easy on the eyes. 

  “Okay.” Ema elbows you and tells you to be nice. “What? Why am I here?” You whisper back. You feel Midoriya’s eyes on you as you talk. 

“So you won’t be here for a while?” Kirishima sounds sad that his friend is still gone. “I’ll be there soon!”

“You just said-”

“No, no, no. I’ll be there!” He moves his phone in a way that covers the lower half of his face that is growing pink. 

Why are his eyes so round? He looks scared.

Ema chuckles under her breath and smiles at you. You look at the time and jump. “Shit! It’s been nice talking to you, but I’ve got to go.”

  “Alright, see you-”

“It was nice meeting you!” You stop and turn back to look at the green haired guy on the phone. He scratches his head and gives a close eyed smile. Kirishima tells him to calm down. Ema shakes her head slightly. The bright shine in her eyes is dimmed as they go to the floor. A small smile appears on her lips. “Oh, dear. Deku is something else.”

 You bid them goodbye and run to find him. Noa stays calm as you cradle him gently. Finally, you see him as you push past the doors of his dorm. Kaibara is in the Class B commons sitting with his phone in his hand and his bare feet propped up on the coffee table. Many of his class stand around and talk or do homework. You take a deep breath before you say anything, like ‘you’re not helping you dumbass maggot.’ or ‘eat the dust that Shigaraki himself made’. You want to be civil for now.

 “Kaibara, I need you for tonight.” And during the day too, preferably. He straightens up in his seat. Immediately, he frowns.  “What? In the morning-”

“Is your home room. Stop. I need you to watch him in the evenings after school.”

“Until when?” He harshly whispers, looking around at his friends, hoping they don’t see or hear this too much.

“Around seven or eight? I’ll call to let you know.” You take off the diaper bag. “Here you go. By the way, he wears special diapers that Hatsume makes so you'll need to go get some more. He's terribly allergic to the regular ones she makes.”

  “I-I can’t-” He stutters. Right now, he doesn’t look too much like a hero, just some punk ass teen in an Eeyore sweater whose mom just told him to watch his brother for an hour.

You hold up your hand. “You can, and you will. This is your son, right? Someone you wanted as a junior?” You hand him Noa, who is awake. “I’ll see you later, pumpkin.” You give Noa's cheek a poke.

  Kaibara is silent. Completely silent.

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“Benio? What’re doing?” You ask just as you’re about to head out of the U.A. gates. You didn't expect to run into him this time of day. He’s stomping with his kid in his arms. Last you saw her, she was wearing a basic outfit to go out. A purple onesie with a cheesey graphic design and some pants. Now she's in lavish clothing that you know he didn't give her. They look expensive and well put together. It's something an Instagram mom would make her kids wear; nothing like a child would be sporting if they had a normal parent. “She’s the fucking worst, I swear to God.”

“Who?”  He can’t possibly be talking about his baby. He likes the kid too much, even though he’ll deny it. The way he looks at her and can't stop cooing is too telling. He's taken gobs of pictures already and the project just started.

   “That bitch, Yaomomo. Or whatever the fuck people call her,” He growls. A pebble flies away by his kick. “You were right. I give up.” 

Your opinions can be controversial, especially in a hero loving society. So, him admitting that is pretty huge. Although you want to gloat, you can’t help but feel bad for him and his descent to anger and hate all caused by a stupid future pro.

YEAHHHHHHH

The Baby Project chapter 2

izuku midoriya x reader

Summary: When Kaibara gets increasingly worse, a hero comes in the nick of time.

"The man himself, Izuku Midoriya, aka Deku. His hands are large and his fingers slightly crooked. The scars and calluses tell stories of war and determination. His eyes are bright, like they're happy but his actions say different."

tw: dead beats, assault, mention of Mineta's crimes,

You wipe the booths for the next customers. Heading back behind the counter, you ask your tables if anyone needs anything. It’s the same old thing you’ve come to love. Children are coloring in their coloring pages and are waiting for their juice boxes while their parents order grilled cheese. The kids write ‘secret’ messages to you about them getting sweets. An indecisive couple who finally settle on the most basic things then call you back to change it.

  The restaurant has been up for ages and has regulars that have been the nicest people to you. So many debates on whose cooking is better. You, Yona, who’s your boss, or Ken’s, the cook. All for the sake of laughs and gentle teasing. They have the faces that tell a story you want to hear and senses of humor that vary more than snowflakes. 

   Plucking the fresh, hot pot of coffee from the machine, you head over to your playful regulars. A group of older men who have taken a liking to you and have acted like grandpas. They are a highly playful bunch who make you smile every day.  “Here we are boys.” 

  “Ah, (Y/n), looking rather dashing today.” Ren puts his head on his hands. He's a man with laugh lines and salt and pepper hair. Ren has been a regular at the restaurant for years who always orders apple pie with cheddar cheese on the side with whip cream, day or night, breakfast, lunch, or dinner whenever he’s around.

“In the same old uniform that you saw me in yesterday. Seriously?”

  “Can’t I compliment you?”

“Yeah, when it doesn’t come with asking if you can get the meal for free.” 

He sighs. “Dammit.”

  Yona calls you to her. Her dyed red hair is easy to spot. She sucks on her lips and eyes you nervously. You quickly rush to her, not liking the look on her aging face. “Yeah?” 

She extends her hands to you. “Someone left this for you. It was given to Ken when he went out to take out the trash.” 

  You gasp and drop the pot of coffee, its glass and hot liquid spreading on the floor. Some of the liquid touches your shoes and the heat makes contact with your feet. Even then you barely register it. The noise gathers the attention of the patrons and Ken, who comes out of the kitchen. Your eyes start to mist when you see Noa without a blanket or his diaper bag. His feet are cold and he’s shivering.

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You sniffle as you pat him. It’s after hours and the only ones in here are those who work late and are finishing their meals. When you saw Noa, you immediately freaked out. The customers were quick to see if you were alright, but Yona made you go somewhere else to process everything. 

Throughout the entire restaurant, Noa’s cries were heard. You have been in the kitchen with Ken and even in Yona’s office to get the noise away from the customers. Nothing worked until he was warmed up.

“Just breathe, kid. Ken knows of your assignment. He was gentle like it was real.” You kiss Noa’s soft head, his chubby newborn face is now free of stress and his mouth no longer lets out a shrill wail.

With a gruff voice Ken calls out from the kitchen. “I thought it was real. Look at it.” 

  “I can’t believe this. I just wanted him to help. Classes are over. He isn’t doing anything. How could he be this way?” Noa coos and tries to breastfeed and starts to give out whimpers every time he fails. Yona gives you the bottle that was left with Ken. “The packaging threw me off but I figured it out.”

   You go to feed Noa. He’s been terrible at taking it since the project started. Finally after some coaxing, he latches on. “He’s doing it!” He’s only been fed like, 5 or 6 times by you. You just hope Kaibara managed to get something in. 

  “Thank you.” You sniffle. “Other than this, why are you crying? Noa’s fine.” She tickles his feet. He jolts his leg from the sensation, not once removing the nipple from his mouth as he hungrily sucks on the milk.

“U.A. doesn’t allow students to work unless they’re in the hero course. I get a stipend but that’s less than others since I’m on a scholarship. It’s weird but true. So, I took this job to help me out. I had to ask him to help me get things so I wouldn’t borrow from my friends.”

  Yona wipes your nose. She’s always been motherly to you; sometimes overwhelmingly so. “Now he knows. He’s the one who had to pay for some of his things and was mad about it,” You look up at the older woman who is listening intently. “Yona, what if he doesn’t understand my situation?”

  You didn’t come from diamonds and gold. You don’t have the funds to go to this fancy school or have parental help. Plus, U.A. just now started the stipend thing and you have a cut. This project is terribly expensive, and the stipend can’t cover it at all. It barely takes care of you.

You make sure to place him directly on your chest to be as comforting as possible. The position mimics breastfeeding which is a little awkward for you but worth it since he calms down after. 

  “The hero course gets paid from their internships and stuff. He has more than me, so I didn’t think he’d mind. Plus, we’re partners in this.” You remove the bottle from the little baby’s mouth.

 “It wasn’t crazy stuff either. Just diapers from Mei Hatsume-”

“The inventor, right?”

“Yeah, her. It was a pacifier and clothes, stuff like that. The only reason he went to the store with me is because Tetsutetsu embarrassed him or something.”

“Real Steel?” You nod. “Kaibara gave me like, twenty bucks maybe? I’m happy he did something but it didn’t really help. I took most of the bill and I still couldn’t get all the things Noa needs. Toss me a towel, please.”

You place it on your shoulder and hope for the best.  Noa burps and throws up a little. This is the first time Noa has burped perfectly with you. Usually, you have the hardest time doing it. As you try to hold him better, his weight gets heavier. 

Your eyebrows raise.  “Already?” 

“What’s happening, baby?” You quickly cradle him for them to see. “He’s growing! He was a newborn now look!”

  You unbutton his onesie so he can have room to grow. His belly tells his age. “Four months?”

What did you or Kaibara do to get to four months already? Noa’s face no longer looks like an old man but an actual baby where his features begin to be more identifiable.

“Good job, pepper!” Ken comes out of the kitchen and puts out his cigarette, not wanting it to be around Noa and hinder your progress. You breathily laugh, smiling down at Noa. He looks more aware now and he still favors you in the looks department.

   “He needs some more-”

“Say no more. I still have my girl’s baby clothes. A few onesies, shirts and pants, maybe? I’ll check but I know I have some. Maybe my boy’s, too.” Ken rubs your head with his meaty hand. As strange as he is, a grumpy middle aged guy who needs a haircut and to stop hitting the gym so much, he’s sweet. Rough around the edges but the sweetest man you’ve ever had the pleasure knowing. 

Yona kisses Noa’s chubby feet. He wiggles his toes. “And I still have my kid’s bassinet. It’s old school but sturdy.”

You thank them both then pause.

  “What happens at four months?” You look to the adults who have kids of their own. “Hell if I know. I was in jail.”

“Ken, not now.” 

“He should be-” Then Noa screams. You look him over, not finding anything. You then undo his diaper to see if he's wet and see a horrible rash. “What?!” 

On him was a regular pamper. Kaibara put a regular U.A. diaper on him and didn’t even do it right. “No, no! Crap! Did he give you the diaper bag?”

  “Just the baby and a bottle, pepper. And the bottle was empty. I don't know why he was carrying it like that. I was locked up and I know bett-”

"Ken, please. No prison stories."

You take it off of him before it gets worse. You don’t know why he decided to do this. You told him not to, right? It wasn’t like you chose it. Noa just happened to have needed them. Just like Ema’s baby can’t be around anything that’s not cotton or the baby will get a rash. Or Benio’s daughter throwing up the school’s formula and having to go to get a special formula from them that cost more. 

   The babies are extremely diverse, just like real ones.

“Alright, alright.” Yona takes Noa to the kitchen and bounces him as she goes. Ken rubs your back again. “Do you want me to talk to him?”

Maybe.

“No. I have to.” You rub your forehead. “I don’t know what to do though. He hates me for some reason. It all started when I said no to the name Sen.”

  You groan. “And he knows that I work. What if he uses it as black mail? I won’t be able to afford anything!”

“This is based on real life, right?” You nod. “If he does anything, get him for child support. He’s taking your income thus away from the child. Your stipend can’t cover you both and he’s an absent parent. Let the school handle him.”

You take in his words. The stipend can barely help you. No way would it be able to handle a growing baby. 

“That’s too serious. This isn’t that bad, right?” Ken sighs and sits next to you. “Yeah, it’s an assignment. Just a project that’ll end sometime soon. But he isn’t helping. Rather than watch him for a couple of hours, he hands him over in a back alley to a strange man,” He gestures to himself.

“Well not strange-” He corrects.

“Eh…”

“Little one, I swear to God,” You laugh and wipe your eyes. Talking to these two have helped dry up some of your tears. “Listen, if he doesn’t start properly helping you, if he snitches and it affects Noa, then yeah. It's not permanent or anything. Just until the project ends and who knows? Maybe U.A. will let you work because without it, it'll take away from Noa."

“I don’t think it’s a thing here, though.”

“Not in this country, really. That doesn’t mean it isn’t a thing at that fancy school of yours. Force them. It's either that, or they let you work since they're being cheap towards you.”

You catch a ride from Yona as Ken closes up. You have to hurry back before curfew. Before she speeds to your school, she takes a detour to her modest home. With so little time left, you can only grab a few things with Yona promising you more tomorrow. You want to kiss her when you see all of the items she’s giving you. They’re old but completely welcomed. 

Back in the car with Noa in your arms grabbing your finger, Yona breaks the silence.

 “Take Ken’s advice. If the butthead holds this against you when you talk to him, you have to do something. This isn’t just affecting you. His pettiness is going to hurt Noa, too.” 

“You talk like he’s real.” You whisper as you pass the streetlights that just came on. It means curfew is about to start. Luckily, you were quick to change into your U.A. uniform. Hopefully, you walking in like normal will work. 

  “Noa would fool even All Might. All that thing is missing is a legitimate soul, and that’s it. His heart beats, honeycomb.” She watches how you interact with him. Even if you don’t realize it, you are treating him as if he’s real. 

"Yona...that's too serious. Like, that's grown up stuff. I don't think this situation calls for it."

"It's something to consider."

You scratch your cheek. "I don't know that's awfully...dramatic? He's just a grade." Yona scoffs and rolls her eyes. "It's not just about financial provision. It's about co-parenting which he isn't doing and what U.A. is trying to teach him to do," She sighs and looks at you then back at the road. "Look, if you won't do that, then go to your teachers. It's not snitching when it affects your grade like this."

"He'll tell!"

Yona's silent. She hears how desperate and sad you sound. "Even if he does, it's not like you're doing the worst thing in the world. Talk to him. Tell him if he doesn't shape up, then you'll go to the teachers. If they give you flack, give it right back."

  Yona pulls up to the dorms. “Alrighty, we’re here.” Your hands start to tremble. You’re not scared of Kaibara. It is the possibilities that get you. “Breathe honey, he’s just being an ass. Besides, he may not do anything. He could be perfectly reasonable if he asks.”

  “My scholarship could end, Yona.” The school doesn’t allow anyone to work except for the hero courses. The scholarship would end. Would you lose them too?

“Argue it. It’s what you do best. You may not like heroes or can fight like them, but in a war of words and law you’d beat all of them with your mouth taped shut. Defend yourself in your territory.”

  You take a deep breath. “I will.”

She grabs your arm. "He gave a child to some random man in an alley. What if Noa was real?" 

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Yona loads the bags into your arms and places Noa in the wheeled bassinet. It is old, white laced and not the cleanest. The wheels are large and the fabric that drapes the bottom half is surprisingly soft.  Although it is not disinfected right now it’ll have to do until you can get inside and clean everything. You give Yona a kiss on the cheek, thanking her for everything. 

“You act like helping you is a chore. It’s okay, the sweetest honeycomb.” For some reason, that hits you in the gut. 

When Yona leaves, you repeatedly kick the door so someone can open it. A kid from the other General Studies class opens the door. They must be visiting because the other class lives on the other side of the building. 

  You enter your room and head to the bathroom for a bath. After today, it is definitely needed. That and Yona’s gifts need to be scrubbed too. They’ve been boxed away and preserved in an attic.

  You give Noa his sponge bath first. It was easy enough. He only screamed bloody murder the entire time other than that it was cake. You dry him off and set him on pillows so he could be propped up while you bathe. The curtain is open so you can keep your eye on him. 

  “I’m coming, sweetheart! Just one minute, please- shit!” Shampoo got directly into your eye. Noa cries louder, showing all of his gums and his little fists are clenched to his chest. You hurriedly try to rinse your eyes and grab Noa. 

  You suck at this. So, so, much. 

   You begin to get cold but you push that all aside in order to get him to be quiet. His wailing is loud in your ears. Finally, you decide to wash with him even though he’s already bathed. His head lays on your chest, resulting in the tears to be sniffles. 

“You just wanted some lovin’, huh? That’s okay, bub.” It’s not at all. Who is to say he won’t understand you and start all over again?

After the much needed shower, Ema comes in to see you in your robe and drying Noa off. “Do you hav-what’s that?” She lifts his leg, the red and rough rash is visible even on his outer upper thigh.

“Before you blame me, it was Kaibara. He put one on him.” You gently massage his skin and make a mental note to go to Hatsume about it. You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know why he put the regular ones on him.”

 “Did you tell him?” 

“Yeah, I did. Or I think so? I don’t know. I’m exhausted.” 

She puts her hand on her hip. “If Eijirou was ever that lazy, I’d smack him.”

   “I think it weirds him out. All of it, you know?” She sits on your bed next to Noa. “That’s stupid. He deals with blood and gore everyday yet he can’t handle changing a baby in the right diapers? Ridiculous and lazy.”

Feeling the heat of anger rise up, you tell her, “Plus, he kept the diaper bag. So I’ll have to use a backpack.”

“He kept it? Did he at least give you some of the things in there?”

“Nope.” You’re not going to tell her the full thing lest your secret be found. She scoffs and throws her hands in the air. It’s nice to vent. “Stupid, lazy, and petty.”

  “Amen.” Speaking of prayers. “Did they handle that grape thing yet? How’s Riko anyway? I haven’t seen her.”

   Ema licks her lips. “Not good. The messages that Benio read were just the tip of the iceberg apparently. He sent dick pics, way more than innuendos, borderline if not outright, threats. It’s just a mess. I only saw a few of them but I totally see why she felt threatened.”

 You pause, taking in the information of what your friend went through. “You serious? A future hero?”

She hums and nods. “Yep. Word is that he’ll be expelled since everything has just accumulated to this. It’s like this is the final straw type of thing.”

“Should’ve gotten rid of him sooner.” You nibble on Noa's chubby feet, making him giggle. It's way better than him wailing.

“Definitely. Anyway, Snipe said there weren’t any more people so she could take a test or raise the baby herself. She chose to quit and take a test. Said the project was ruined for her.”

  “If that is the best decision for her health, I say let it be.” How bad was it? Benio was pissed when he read them and that didn’t cover much. So, what exactly did the grape thing do? How bad were these threats? Your heart aches for Riko and what she’s going through. It isn’t fair. 

“It’s a good thing you and Benio pushed it. This needed to be brought out. If he becomes a pro hero, the people he saves will be in jeopardy.” She messes with the edge of her nighttime shorts. 

  “Absolutely. He’s a bona fide predator. Yes, he fought in the wars. Yes, he helped save the world,” You count on your fingers. “That doesn’t give an excuse for assault or harassment.” 

  She fiddles with your quilt blanket. “I feel bad, peaches.”

“Why?” Noa flexes his fingers in awe. You wonder if his four month phase is already ending and he’s growing again. The growing process seems to be random. “Because I should’ve realized sooner. She was being paired with him. It was bound to happen. He’s the biggest pervert in the school. I should’ve gone with you guys and supported her.”

“You were raising your kid at a different table. No one blames you. We just happened to be there. This isn’t on us, it’s on that thing. ”

"I know. But her face when I saw her is gonna stick with me. I want to do something but what?" She licks her lips again and shakes her head. The subject changes as she focuses on his features. “He looks like you. Even his hair, see?” You chuckle and nod in agreement. 

“Yeah. I think that bothers him too.”

“So fucking lame.” Amen, again. “Wait, he’s bigger…he grew! Oh, I’m so proud of you!” She kisses your head. You raise your brow at her affection. “It says he’s four months but I think he’s growing again.” 

You massage his face. “Maybe Mei is speeding up the growth.”

  Her eyes roam around your room and stop at your little basket of his things. 

“Oh Lord. What’d you need?” She hums. “I wanted to see if you had any diapers to spare? Eijrou heard about it and wants to try.”

“Eijrou… he lets you call him by his first name?” She nods. “Yeah, we share a baby so there’s no reason to call each other formally. Besides, we get along really well.” It's not Ema's fault at all. Not the smallest bit. But it stings when it shouldn't. It is the partnership they have and you can't get it despite your efforts. You practically see the gold medal on her neck right now that shows she isn't failing. Could a start of a positive partnership be as simple as using his first name? The next time you see him, you'll give it a try.

  “Ooh, I’m telling Deku.” You finish all the steps of the diaper and put a simple shirt on him, opting out pants. You get up and go through your stash of them and hand some to her.

“I think I’ve moved on, actually.” You gasp loudly, holding your hand to your chest. “The biggest Deku groupie left the club?”

“Oh, shut up. I let go. There are things he’s happier with and I realized I’m happy too. There’s no reason to chase something when going in a different direction.” She has a slight blush on her face yet if you look closer, has a forlorn look. That blushy face is a dead giveaway for something else, though.“Wait…you and-”

“Don’t say it!” 

“Ema and Eijrou sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-” She flings a pillow in your face, making Noa giggle. His dimpled face makes you smile wider. He’s got to be more than four months old now. How? You don’t know what you’re doing right. So, you’re happy about it.

That and knowing she likes Kirishima, the ideal baby daddy. "I'm just fond of him, okay? It's early, so it might, I don't know, be the project?"

You nod, not bothering to hide your smile. Seeing them in the cafeteria was so sweet and domestic. It was something you could see for Ema. Something sweet, gentle, and kind. It's what you hope for her. Maybe Kirishima is the one who can provide that. They get along so well already and work together flawlessly. You become downcast as you think of all of the positives for her and Kirishima. Their teamwork.

You take a deep breath and stretch. After, you look around and slump your shoulders. “Shit, he has the bag. Can I borrow some formula? All I had was in that bag.” You look at Ema’s naturally glittery face. The glitter is used for freckles rather than the actual prints. You've asked her if it had to do with her quirk and surprisingly enough, it's just hereditary and not quirk related.

 “I’ll pay you back I swear.”  You put as much sincerity in your voice as you can. The dorms are locked so you can’t get to Kaibara and Noa’s going to have to feed soon. 

 Ema’s luminescent eyes look you over. She purses her lips then breaks into a playful smile. “I’ll accept it as a trade for the diaper.”

You don’t know how this is working, and you know in real life, there wouldn’t be this much support. Growing up you didn’t see half of this. Yet in such a short amount of time, the people around you made you feel safe and supported. You pray that one day you can pay them back. This whole thing is just an assignment. Nevertheless, this shows you the rare kindness of mankind. What a nice day this is.

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 A few days later, you struggle to catch Kaibara. He’s actively avoiding you. Whenever you see him, he has the diaper bag and side eyes you. It’s nerve wracking and it’s pissing you off. There are things in there that you desperately need. 

You’ve managed to get some of the formula on your own. Noa is still at an awkward stage that his timer is set at four months but his development says different. You have to go to Hatsume to check on him.

In the morning, you put him in the wrap. You pack some of his things in an old, raggedy, backpack as a makeshift diaper bag. The actual baby bag is a lot better with more room, compartments and it’s absolutely sturdier. 

You take your notebook and write down the things he needs and on another page, a schedule that fits you. It’s a rough draft but with his schedule, the two of you should be able to compromise and come up with a plan. You’ve written down your number and where to find your room as well. The page even includes your friends’ numbers if he can’t get a hold of you. You pray that he can do the same and that there is an agreement on the plan.

   “Alright baby boy, let’s roll.” You see Ema and her baby girl, Hana. You poke her pink cheek. “Hey, little one.” 

“Ugh, don’t even.” Ema turns and walks. “What? What’d I do?”

“It’s not you, it’s her. She’s been so fucking ornery. All night she was screaming. I’m surprised you didn’t hear it.”

   You really didn’t. You and Noa slept soundly. “I didn’t hear anything.”

   “Lucky. It’s my night to keep her and this happens.”

“She’s a newborn, right? It’s bound to happen.” Ema shakes her head. “Nope, she’s eight months old.”

  “Eight months…” You suddenly feel insecure of Noa or at least your parenting. He must be in the process of growing since he’s doing more than a four month old should yet he’s still behind. Ema’s a natural at this, though. She’s doing something better. That gold medal is shining in your eyes brighter than before. You shouldn't feel this way. Ema wouldn't rub anything in your face.

  “Yep! Eijrou and I make a great team. I can’t wait to tell him. And show the set of lungs his daughter has.” She looks at you evilly. 

    Exiting the general studies’ commons, Ema looks around for Benio but doesn’t see him. “He could already be inside fuming like usual. The ponytail girl has been ticking him off.”

  “I still don’t understand. She’s a sweet person. What’s going wrong?” Ema asks.

“If you haven’t noticed, it’s the general studies’ students that are getting stuck solely raising the babies.”

  “I’m not!”

You kick a pebble that was in the way on the sidewalk. “No, but you’ve got a good one. The rest of us are struggling.”

  She kisses Hana’s head. “Do you want me to tell Ei? I’m sure he can talk some sense into Kaibara.”

You’d love that. 

“No. If he’s anything like Tetsutetsu, it won’t get through to him. Tetsu’s already tried.”

   “Seriously?” You hold the door open for her. “Yep. I went to Kaibara’s dorm and when Tetsutetsu found out he isn’t helping, he yelled at him.”

   Ema puts her hand on her hips. “I can’t believe this. You should go to a teacher. This is a partnered assignment.”

“I’ll give him some more time but if this continues, I’ll go.” It has been a little over a week already. 

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  You’re insecure of your plan. Yona and Ken advised it. Even though it makes sense, it feels so drastic and serious to go that far. Plus, going to the teachers feels like snitching. You’re ticked that he’s not helping and scared that he’ll tell on you. It’s like he’s got all of the cards.

You wave Ema goodbye when you spot Kaibara. “Oh, Kaibara!” You wave your hand at him. He taps his foot and has a gleam in his eyes that doesn’t seem friendly. “How’s the formula? You have it in the bag.”

“It’s okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yep.” The two of you talk at the side of the hallway. “I mean, is it running low? Because I also need some for when I take care of him.”

  He chuckles. “How long have you been working?” Your heart stops. “Kaibara…”

“No, because I gave you enough-”

“It was 20.” He glares at you. “Still, I gave you money when you didn’t need it. You stole.”

You can feel people watching as they go by. The tension between the two of you is getting higher. “I didn’t steal. This project involves the both of us. You act like I make a ton when I don’t. I work only for a few hours a week.”

  He slowly gets closer to you. He roughly hands you the diaper bag. “You make enough. Don’t ask fo-what is he wearing?”

  Noa wears a pink shirt with purple designs on it paired with grey leggings. He has thick white socks on his feet. “Clothes?”

  The shirt is from Yona and the grey leggings from Ken. The outfit looks very cute on him. Simple and easy.

 “Get that off of him.” His tone is steel and sharp. It makes you tense up for a second.

   You raise a brow, genuinely confused. “What?”

 “This is embarrassing. With the money you make you can’t put him in some good clothes?” You look down at Noa whose clothes are fine. “What’re you talking about?”

   “You did this on purpose.” He curses at you under his breath. A General Studies student walks past then stops and stares. They make eye contact with you. Their purple eyes wondering, asking, if you need help. The student takes off down the hallway.

You then remember that Ema uses Kirishima's first name to build a better bond. “It’s only clothes, Sen.”

  He curses again and roughly handles Noa, trying to take his shirt off. Noa begins to cry. You tell him to stop and get Noa away from him. Kaibara grabs your wrist painfully, making you yelp. You try to tug it free and protect Noa from having his clothes removed at the same time.

Just then, a scarred hand intervenes and grabs Kaibara’s wrist. Your partner looks shocked and then up at the owner. He’s, uh, a lot bigger than you thought he’d be. And his voice definitely sounds different in person. 

The man himself, Izuku Midoriya, aka Deku. His hands are large and his fingers slightly crooked. The scars and calluses tell stories of war and determination. His eyes are bright, like they're happy but his actions say different.

  Izuku says hello to his old friend while holding Kaibara's wrist tightly. You take this pause to grab Noa properly and readjust his clothing. This is all so fucking stupid. It’s like getting your group to help you do an assignment but they’re all fucking around. Fuck this, you’re putting your name on the paper and explaining to the teachers what happened. 

   “I’m sick of being nice to your dumb ass.” You tell Kaibara, who for the first time doesn’t look smug or annoyed. He looks…scared? In a gentle yet firm voice, Izuku Midoriya says, “Come on, let’s go.” 

His hand is placed on your waist to guide you away from Kaibara. He takes you away from his year hallway and towards the stairs.

“U-uh, I hope that was alright!” He rubs his hands together. “Yeah, it’s alright.”

   You expect him to walk away from you now that you’ve reached the stairs to go down to yours. Instead, he stays with you. “Thanks, by the way. I didn’t think he’d act like that.”

  “It’s not a problem. He was out of line.” He smiles down at you and Noa. “Is that the first time he’s done that?”

  His hero voice is on. “You mean being rough? Yeah. Blowing me and this whole project off? No.” You shrug and try to act unbothered. But your wrist hurts and Noa is squirming. “I accept it now and what I have to do.”

  “What do you mean?” The two of you begin to walk down. “I’m going to the teachers about it. The assignment’s just started and this is happening.” You are down the stairs and into your hallway. Only a few students are left, scrambling to find their class and handle their babies at the same time.

  Izuku’s eyes take everything in. You hope that he’s piecing everything together. That your class are the ones doing anything.

   “I’ll go with you.” You stop. “You don’t have to, Izuku.” He was about to speak until you said his name. He gets all red and covers his face and sputters. “Was it okay to call you by your first name?”

  “Y-yes!” And just like that, this guy resorted to being a red sweaty thing that's lightly tugging on his thick curls. Well, it is a little warm in the building. The bell rings for everyone to be in class. You curse under your breath when Noa begins to fuss. “Hold this.” You shove the bag into Izuku's hands. “What do you need? I can help!” 

   “He feels dry and he ate, give me a bo-bo.” Izuku eagerly looks into the bag. He stops. “A what?” Ah, right. “A pacifier.”

 “Oh, okay. That's cute, by the way." 

"I'll tell Ema about the compliment," He stares into your eyes. You gesture to the bag. "Right! What compartment is it in?”

  “The front flap,” He digs into the yellow one. “No, the blue. That’s where I put it.” He searches for it and frowns. “Are you sure? There’s nothing here or the yellow one.”

  “Try the main one, the big zipper.” Dread is filling deep in your belly. In those flaps were his pacifier, rattle, things to that nature. Now that you look at it, it’s a little flat. 

   “I can’t find it.” Noa cries louder by the second. “Keep looking!” Izuku’s hand is inside the bag. You hear rustling of some things. “It’s not in here-”

“Are you kidding?! Keep looking!” You rock Noa, who is increasingly getting louder. You don’t mean to yell at Izuku. He didn’t do anything wrong. He has been more helpful and less violent than Kaibara has been. 

   He puts his hand on your shoulder. “Breathe, just breathe,” You follow his calm directions. “Here, give him to me.” You trade the baby for the bag. He coos at the assignment and rocks him. The little brat starts to calm down. Izuku talks softly to Noa, asking how his day has been, and that he has to be good for mommy, all of the sweet things you'd expect. 

  “Where is it? Where-” It really isn’t here. You suck in your lips. All that’s in there are some clothes, diapers, and formula in a Ziploc sandwich bag for some reason. And there isn’t even enough for one bottle.

   Snipe slides the door open. “I thought I heard you-Oh, Midoriya! Long time no see.” Izuku goes on about Snipe’s latest take down. According to him, it was excellent. “Well, I’m glad to see you back. I thought you had a while to go?”

  “I finished early. Go beyond, plus ultra?” He nervously chuckles. Snipe stares at him for a second. “Plus ultra, Midoriya.”

   He then turns to you. “What is Midoriya doing with Noa?” What a dramatic tone difference.

“Snipe, I’d like to talk to you and Dracula after class.” Snipe scoffs. “Do you mean Vlad King?”

  “King Vladimir? Isn't that Dracula?”

Snipe rubs his face under his mask. “Whatever.”

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After class, you meet up with the two teachers, Snipe and Dracula who is now known as Vlad King. As if they aren’t the same name. You asked Midoriya if he could watch Noa for a minute which he gladly accepted, then reminded you to call if you needed him. Unlike Kaibara, he immediately gave you his number. Red faced and all. He looked like he was having a heart attack while doing it.

“Snipe, Dracula-”

“ Vlad King.” The man in red grumbles. “Whatever. I know this is based on real life but Kaibara did something that bothers me.”

  Snipe sighs and sits on the edge of his desk. “This is up for the two of you to figure out.”

  “He got physical with me and Noa. If you don’t believe me, Midoriya is right outside. He saw everything.” Both of the teachers freeze. Dracula clenches his fists. “What happened?”

  “Has he done this before?” Snipe sits up, no longer slouching. “This is the first time he’s done this. But not the first time he’s neglected the assignment. At every damn turn he’s blowing me off and complaining. He’s not helping me at all.”

  “Start from the top and down to when he was aggressive.” Dracula’s eyes become serious. Not angry at you, though. Thank God.

  You tell them everything, leaving out your job. Ken and Yona are brought up, only called friends, and how they’ve helped you. No one is excluded from their rightful praise. Your friends here, the sales lady, even Midoriya who helped you and is doing so right now by handling Noa. 

   Vlad cracks his knuckle. “I’ll deal with him.”

“Vlad-”

“No. This is unacceptable. I know it’s up to them to figure out but what happened can’t be ignored or tolerated.” His leg is bouncing and fists are clenched impossibly hard. His fangs seem sharper than normal and eyes are blazing. “As a hero, we cannot allow that behavior to continue. A hero from my class? No. Absolutely not!”

  “I know-”

“No! He fails-”

“Kan, please! I’m just as upset as you are but we are forgetting to check the facts.” Snipe gestures towards you to calm you down, already noticing how your nostrils flared. “What I’m saying is that we must investigate the situation. If we go in guns blazing, it can cause more harm than good.”

  You understand that, but it doesn’t seem like enough. 

“I want him to help me and to apologize. I’ve been doing everything while he just jacks around.”

“I understand, (Y/n). This will be handled.” Vlad stands up and Snipe grabs his wrist. “Let’s talk to Midoriya. He’s the only witness?”

“No, some other guy ran to get Midoriya. He’s got purple eyes and since he was taking care of a robo-baby, I can guess that he’s from general studies because I know heroes aren’t doing anything.”

Snipe scolds you. “I’m serious, Snipe. I’ve only seen two heroes with babies and they were Kirishima and Tetsutestu. That’s it.”

Vlad snatches his wrist back and opens the door, startling Izuku who was cooing at Noa and kissing his plump cheek. “After we talk to Kaibara, you will be called, understand?”

Unlike how he was just seconds before, Izuku gets serious and firmly nods. His round green eyes don’t have the cheeriness they had just moments before. 

“Do you want me to bring him here?”

“No, I’ll be the one to do it.” Vlad disappears as he goes down the hallway, no doubt looking for his student. Snipe calls your name, gaining your attention. "You need to be here for this. I want you to tell your side of the story for the record then we'll bring Midoriya in." "Mr. Snipe, what if Kaibara gets mad at me?" He jerks and straightens up. "We'll handle him. You are safe, don't worry."

You put your hands on your hips. "This happened right under your noses. Who knows how long he's been like thi-"

"(Y/n), it will be handled. We need to investigate and write a report but trust me," He leans in. "You are safe and it will be handled."

"What about Noa? Are you gonna make sure he helps with Noa?"

Snipe gives a breathy chuckle and starts to slouch a little. He takes his shawl off and places it on his desk. Finally, he is back to being your teacher and not his hero persona. It's amazing how fast these people can switch depending on the atmosphere. "We'll talk to him. Honestly, (Y/n), I wish you would've told me sooner that he wasn't helping."

You let out a loud, "Ha!"

  "I'm serious." Shaking your head you humorlessly chuckle. "No, no. You are the same guy who kicked me out of class because of a project that you are making us do started crying. No way you would have my back if it weren't for Dracula looking at you."

  He flinches like he's been struck. The door opens again and reveals Dracula, some teachers, and Nezu. Dracula speaks first. "Kaibara will be here shortly. He is cleaning up from his internship."

Nezu pops out of Aizawa's scarf and waves at you. "Please sit down and relax, (L/n). Just tell us what happened." 

  The two hero course homeroom teachers, Snipe, the principal and a few others, all sit down. You look around and then at your surroundings. "Um, shouldn't we be doing this in your office, Mr. Nezu? And not my homeroom?"

 "This is quicker!" 

You sigh and then begin. "Today, Kaibara roughly grabbed me and Noa." 

"The assignment, correct? Noa Kaibara?"

"Yes. Anyway, I went up to him and asked for the diaper bag-" The door opens again, allowing Kaibara to come in. He loses his smile when he sees you. Again, a hero changes his demeanor at a drop of a hat. As quickly as he looked at you in disdain, he erased that in less than a second with a nonchalant smile to his superiors. His beady eyes find yours and make you squirm. You aren't physically afraid of him. It's what he has on you that makes you flinch.

He stands side by side with you at a distance. Kaibara turns to you and asks, "Where's the baby?"

Pfft, like he cares. "Noa's with Izuku."  You side eye him. Nezu clears his throat and says, "Kaibara, (L/n) says you hurt her and almost jeopardized your project. Is this true?"

Kaibara sighs and rubs the back of his neck. He shrugs his shoulders. "Unfortunately, I do know what she's talking about but she is blowing it out of proportion." Aizawa's gruff voice interrupts him before he can continue. "But you did grab her?"

"Yes, yes I did."

You spot Dracula's vein swelling. "And why-"

You raise your hand. "Before you all continue to talk to him, I want to tell it," You shift your weight on your feet. "I put clothes on Noa that Kaibara didn't like so he roughly handled Noa. Noa's wellbeing is our," You shoot Kaibara a glare he couldn't miss. "Grade, so I tried to protect him, but Kaibara turned his aggression on me. He grabbed my wrist-which still hurts by the way-and-" You pause. Should you do this? Is it time?

You then remember how he hurt you and Noa. Noa's cries and him reaching out to you, your fear not just for Noa, but for yourself. Your head is held high now as you let everyone know what Kaibara has done or not done.

"Noa is wearing hand-me-downs that some friends of mine gave me because I can't afford newer clothes. There isn't anything wrong with what he's wearing. A pink shirt and grey leggings. That's it. That's what he had a problem with. That his son is wearing pink."

"Kaibara!" The student begins to get flushed and shrink back at the scolding of the pro heroes in front of him. "Not only that, but he has not helped at all. When this project first started, we went to a baby store next to that old vendor guy, and Kaibara gave me twenty bucks then split because he didn't want to help soothe Noa. He ran because his son started crying."

  Cementoss nods. "Well, nerves are normal for parents."

 You refrain from a snarky remark. "I know this. But that was the first and only time he's held Noa, and he still didn't help." You should tell them that he abandoned Noa with Ken. However, that'd give him the opening he needs. And by the look on his face that's slowly turning red not from embarrassment, but from anger, he'd snitch out of spite.

 You should tell them that he did care for him for a few hours. You can't, though. He's got one over you. 

"This morning, he scared and hurt me and Noa. Your star witness out there has held him longer than Kaibara has. My partner as well as the rest of the hero course’s behavior has sunk to this. And it’s happening right under your nose. Let that sink in."

The room is silent, giving you another chance to talk. “Your favorite students aren’t helping. Make them.”

Nezu twiddles his thumbs and looks at you from Aizawa's scarf or rope thing. "We'll handle this. You're dismissed."

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You exit the room, not even looking at Kaibara. His eyes were bulging out of their sockets and he was steaming. When you close the door, the air finally returns to you. 

  Izuku still holds Noa in the hallway. He rocks him and adorably so. He notices you standing there with a smile on your face.

“Are you okay?” His voice is gentle and warm. Filled with worry and compassion. It reminds you of the sweetness of Yona and Ken. 

  “I’m fine. Alright, it’s your turn.” You point your thumb towards the door. Right before you can get Noa from his arms, he still holds him as he rubs your shoulder and enters the room. “You…you took my baby.”

  To yourself, you whisper, “He took my baby.”

You look around the hallway to see if it's clear. When you see that it is, you finally cover your eyes and let a small tear fall. Is it because of Noa and the weight? What Kaibara did and the power he has? Maybe it's because you had to be saved by Deku, a hero. Or is it because you failed at doing something so basic: getting along with someone. Noa's not real, he isn't. But it hurts that he is rejected. Why?! He's a doll. One that breathes, has a heartbeat, and your face. Are these tears from exhaustion?

  Why are you crying silently in the hallway? This is just a grade. That has to be it. You're afraid you'll fail and lose your scholarship, and all of your hard work will go down the drain. You're afraid of being found out, that's all. Not because you can't get help from the person who is supposed to help you. Not because you feel like you are behind and everyone else is passing you. Not that your wrist still hurts. That reminds you, you have to go to Recovery Girl for it. And since she's not too far from Hatsume, you'll swing by and pick up some things.

Kaibara is in there. Would he get it or has this damaged everything? You take a deep breath. When Izuku comes out, you'll grab Noa and go to where you need to be. You hear the door open and a curious voice calls to you. You can hear Noa's senseless babbling behind you, too. What to say? What do you say about why you look like you’ve been crying?

  You will do what you know. You turn around and see Izuku hold a happy Noa. "U-uh, are you crying? What's wrong? Is it your wrist?" Izuku comes towards you. You roll your eyes and say, "No, I have allergies."

  Izuku looks behind you and doesn't see a window open. 

Kitty-zawa - Aizawa x M!Reader

Summary: Aizawa gets hit with a quirk that would turn someone into something they want, so he gets turned into a cat and you take care of him

Knocks at your apartment door have you groaning in annoyance, your head tilted back on the couch’s backrest.

Walking over to the door and opening it with your head to the ground, “I swear to God, if you forgot your keys aga- I’m done with this shit.” 

A deadpan look is expressed on your face as Todoroki, Asui and Deku are at your front door, the green haired boy holding a black cat.

“Hello, Mr. Aizawa.”

“Hello, Midoriya. Tsuyu, Shoto.” You nod at the other two teenagers, who nod back in return. “I have told you, Midoriya, first name for me. And may I ask why you are holding a cat?”

“Uh, well- I- we-”

“Aizawa got hit with a quirk that made him turn into an animal, in this case, a cat. We also bought some things for him” Asui had said for Deku, him thanking his froggy friend. Todoroki hands you the bag full of limited supplies.

You take your husband from Deku’s hands to have the furry head rest against your chest. “Thank you for bringing him home.”

The three nod before leaving the hallway and out of sight as you shut the door. 

Extending your arms out, Aizawa’s body dangles in front of you. 

Everything seems normal except for his head. He still has his face, tired looks, and black, crazed hair, but with the ears on top of his head.

“I have a feeling this is going to last until tomorrow.”

“Meow.”

Giggling, you bring his body towards you to press a kiss to the top of his head.

Resting him in the crook of an arm, you walk to the kitchen to grab the bowl of noodles and back to where you were previously sitting.

From time to time, you’d give some noodles to Aizawa, but most of the time, he’d have his body up against your leg.

Hours after from eating and growing tired, you leave the bowl on the table in front of you whilst waking your husband’s small body up from his sleep.

“Come on, Aizawa, let’s go to the actual bed.”

Getting up and walking to your room, small thuds and footsteps are heard from behind.

You close the bedroom door once he came into the room and hopped onto the bed, his body rested on top of his pillow.

He watches get changed into comfier clothes and putting your phone on charge.

Slipping underneath the covers, you turn onto your side to be eye to eye with the cat.

“You staring is being creepy.” A small bump against your nose has you smile a bit. “Go back to sleep.”

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Groaning at the sunlight creeping through the small gap through the curtains and onto your face, you blink the tiredness away.

You try to turn to your side, but a weight has you being stuck onto your back.

Glancing down, you see a mop of black hair rested on your chest. You begin to run your hands through the strands.

At least he’s actually sleeping.

Wait.

“Are you naked?”

“No.”

You hold the back of his neck, him groaning in response. “I know when you are lying.” You raise the sheets with your free hand to see that he is, indeed, naked.

“Put the blanket back on. And since when do you have a problem with me being naked?”

“I am not going to answer. And you have to get up to get ready for school.” 

“You do, too.”

“I can’t if you’re on top of me.”

With a hum, he sits on the edge of his side of the bed, the sheets around his waist. You shuffle to sit behind up, cheek pressed against his shoulder.

“You’re cute when you’re extra cuddly, Aizawa.”

“Shut up.”

Endeavor x Fem Reader Neon Lights

Introduction

your hero costume

As night fell within the city, colors of neon lights shined in the sky and throughout the town. You sat on top of a radio building watching among them and drinking your favorite coffee waiting... and waiting... just for something to happen until

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!, your phone rang as you quickly and carefully put your coffee down and reached for your phone in your hero suit. As you unlocked your phone, a notification popped up saying that a group of villains have robbed a bank and headed in your direction.

" Finally! I was starting to get to think it's was going be another silent night", you thought.

Then screams were heard from a few blocks from your location, as a black van was zooming down the streets. You almost took your time as you got up, yawned, stretched your legs, and getting ready to intercept the van.

" Looks like it's showtime."

" I think we lost them." the first villain spoke as he breathed a sigh of relief. "of course we did look who's the one driving idiot?!" the driver said in a deep and irritated voice as he continued to drive through the highway." Who cares about those heroes, look at the money we'd stole were rich!” The second villain shouted and laughed in a creepy voice as he'd open the duffle bags of money and took a small stack of cash and counted through. " Everyone remembered the plan?" the last one said as the driver made a sharp turn off the highway.

"Rob the bank"

"Get the cash"

"Ditch the ride"

" And meet at the rendezvous "

The last pone nodded in agreement making sure everything goes to plan until a huge bump landed on top of the car. “ What was that?!” the driver spoke in concern as he looked at the boys in the back. they shrugged. the second villain blinked twice noticing the blue light on the road. No... it’s BLUE FLAMES!!!

“HOLY SHIT LOOK OUT!!!!” the second one shouted as a wave of blue flames appeared from out nowhere. The driver immediately stepped on the brakes and the van screeched to a stop. the villains took a deep breath, and looked outside.” What the hell was that? Where the blue flames come from?!” The third one looked left and right in utter confusion finding the origin of where the flames emerged. 

“H-H-hey y-y-you....D-don’t think it’s...” the second one replied, trembling, shaking in fear, knowing those types of flames from anywhere. Is it Dabi?

“No it can’t be, look at the way the flames are moving,” the other pointed out noticing the flames are moving on their own into a spiraling tornado as if....someone is controlling the flames but who? “ eh....who the hell this?!” the driver pointed out as the blue tornado subsided, and there you were. Standing within the blue flames as it stirred and disappeared into the night. Your hair glowed and illuminated in the dark, like algae, you emerged from the crevice and spoke.

“Quite a beautiful night don’t you think boys?” you said, as you walked slowly towards the van and continued, “ Though, stealing money from a  bank is mighty low even for group of thugs like yourselfs”, you tsked and stopped midway and crossed your arms in disappointment. They villains would have looked at you pissed. Who the hell this hero thinking? Talking down at us?! Do she have any idea who we are?! But instead they looked at you and laughed. Underestimating your abilities. “ Look at this boys, another wannabe hero” The third one bloated out in laughter. The villains stepped out of van and formed a line, “ How about we show her what’s happens when someone play hero shall we?” the second villain shouted pulling out blades within his skin. The driver transformed into a lizard-like creature with huge muscles. The last one turned into a black fog with white eyes and mouth. You laughed at them and yelled, “BRING IT BOYS!!”

The driver came charging in first on all fours racing towards you, curled into a ball with spikes, and launched into the air. The ball uncurled, and clutch his fist, and fell faster than a meteorite.” I’LL END THIS FIGHT WITH ONE PUNCH!!!” He roared in a monstrous voice and charged at you from the sky.

You’ll end this fight with one punch you say

As his first met your face an explosion burst out of it, strong winds blew away through corners of the buildings, currents shifted through the streets as the villains stood there trying hard not to get blown away by the impact. As winds subsided and dust cleared, the lizardman, still standing in the air, with his fist in your face not fazed, not dead but still standing with your arms crossed around your chest.

“Now....didn’t you say you end this fight with ONE PUNCH”?!.

You grabbed his wrist with a grip that can break a brick into pieces, he screamed out of pain and you swung him around again and again and again until...

WOOOSH

Villain 1: *SCREAMING*

Villain 2 and 3: *in shock*

Villain 2 : *Shaking in fear while backing away to the van* “ Aww crap let’s get out of here!” 

Oh no you don’t

You glared at your targets as prey and then vanished into thin air

hey! where did she go?!

They’d both looked left and right in panic.

The second villain screamed in fear and disappeared as well

“WHERE ARE YOU?! COME OUT AND FACE ME!!” The ghostly villain yelled out as he used his quirk around him.

He felt a light tap on his shoulder and quickly turned around and a dagger out of his quirk, and threw at nothing?

Where is she? where is she?

A silent hum grew within his black fog, his body began to tremble, backing away towards the van so he can get the money and run.

As he turned off his quirk and starts to stumble towards the van until he ran into something hard yet soft and fell to the ground. He shook his head in pain, trying to think about what he bumped into a wall or something?

As he looked up slowly, and there you were. Standing there menacingly carrying two other villains with your hands.

You: *neck cracks* Now...time to end this, shall we?!

You dropped the other villains to the side unconscious and punched the last one clean to the jaw, and he’d passed out.

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You tied the last villain in ropes from the van and gathered the money.

Loud sirens came from off the highway towards your location

looks like the blast has drawn their attention. Best for me to bounce before I’d get caught, you thought.

You’d grabbed the remaining duffle bags of money and ran away from the scene.

To be continued.....

Endeavor x Vigilante Fem Reader

Chapter 1.5: First Encounter

Synopsis: Night has fallen once more, you, me, and other vigilantes have intercepted a transmission regarding the delivery at a boat shipment off the coast of the East Sea.

Warnings: Suspense (in certain parts), your first encounter with your boss in the field

Characters: Y/n(Reader), Me(The Watcher), Endeavor

Tonight is raining. Hard. When something rains this much it can't be a good sign.

Rain has drenched the city. Standing on top of the tall, and enormous building was you, sitting on the edge of the edge watching over the town, waiting once again for an update. Taking another sip of your coffee, your phone pulsated in your hero uniform.

Please let it be something good

You opened your phone and saw the text message

Me(Watcher): The swan leaves at midnight

It's Time, you thought.

Y/n(Blue Devil/Zilla): But can the crow sing its tune?

Me(Watcher): The crew is waiting for you 20 clicks north. Be there

Y/n(Blue Devil/Zilla): on my way, tell them to wait for me

You turned off your phone and went to the rendezvous. You stopped at an abandoned building. Rubbles of rock and brick scattered across the ground, wrinkles of ruined, and shredded sheets hung outside the windows like a terrible storm has brewed here before. You'd approached the building with caution. You stood within the door window, staring through the darkness. A cold breeze passed within those hallowed halls, singing a dead tone of the night. You backed away from the door and knocked without hesitation. Distant stomping echoed in the halls getting closer...and closer...and closer towards the door. The door creaked towards him, a Large figure stood against the door, bigger than you, with chains wrapped around his arms and hung loose down his sides, gray soldier-like pants, humongous black shoes, brown short hair, and black eyes. He looked down at you spoke.

Vigilante 1: *Demonic Voice* The swan leaves at midnight

Y/n: *Slight chuckle**talks seductively* But can a crow sings its tune?

The vigilante burst into laughter.

Vigilante 1: * Laughs loudly* Ha! Alright boys we're clear

Lights brighten throughout the building like a star, chattering of other vigilantes appeared from the corners of every room, nook, and cranny. The halls were filled with people loud but silent talking came from everywhere as they headed down the basement. The vigilante opened the door, inviting you to come in. You nodded and walked into the hall, he checked first if you were followed and closed the door behind you, and placed his hand around your shoulder.

Vigilante 1: So... Have you heard about the shipment that's coming in tonight?

Y/n: yeah I heard what about it Unchained?

Unchained: Well this next load is going to be pretty well protected

Y/n: Oh? Pray tell.

The two of you stopped at the end of the hallway to the basement room. Unchained removed his hand from your shoulder and turned to you with his arms crossed to his chest.

Unchained: The last loads had little protection and it turned into more of an 'in and out the situation'.*Concerned* But this time some villains are gonna be all over the whole shipyard. Why?

You took a moment to think about it, but it's true. This is different than the last loads that came through, it was so easy that you didn't have to use your quirk that much, but this one, and with the strongest ones guarding the load. Something about this isn't right, you thought.

Y/n: Let's not go off worrying now, look, *Pointing at the calmed crowd that started settling down* the meeting's about to start, we should probably go join them then.

Unchained: *slight Sigh* Alright then, shall we?

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After the Ship Yard Heist

Me: Alright, heroes ears up! Police and Pros are coming your way. I've sent all of you your escape routes, NOW SCATTER!!!

Vigilante 2: *on coms*On it

Vigilante 3: *Italian accent* Everyone move out!

You and your squad followed the escape route and split up from there.

The police and the pro heroes arrived at the shipyard, looked like a full-blown raid had started, And before you left the scene, a strong yet familiar voice stirred within the crowd. It's Endeavor

Endeavor: * Shouting* You there stay where you are!

You cursed under your breath and ran off to the woods, Endeavor started to follow you from behind. You ran as fast as you could to at least shake him off your tail. but you know Endeavor, he never stops pursuing someone until they're down. Endeavor left magma-like footsteps into the ground as he continued to follow you, he held out his arm as a ball of ember inferno formed into his hand. The flames changed into an arrow and threw it at the sky. Not knowing where the arrow went and only focusing on getting him off your back...

BOOM!

The ignited arrow landed on the ground starting a huge fire in front of you.

Ha! Like that's gonna stop me. You thought.

Your hair began to glow, bright neon blue lighting at the end of your hair to the front, You ran faster than your previous pace towards his flames. You Fazed through them like nothing but a candle to a wind, blowing it out. Endeavor couldn't believe what he just saw, you ran into his flames and not getting burnt but how?

Endeavor: *thinking* Her hero suit must be fireproof or something if she managed to run out of that one.

This chase ended at a chiff that you are running towards. You instantly stopped yourself until you were nearly at the edge. Endeavor finally caught up to you.

Endeavor: So you must be The Blue Devil I've heard about. I know you and other wannabe heroes were at that shipyard. Now you are going to come quietly and spill with to the police or do I have to do it with force?

Do you really?

The wind blew in your hair like grass, clouds uncovered the moonlight and shined upon you, your eyes reflected the moon. It's like everything stopped for just a moment when he saw you. You turned around slowly but peacefully and looked at him With a surprised look on your face.

Y/n:*surprised*You.

Wait...we met before? If so...When?

Endeavor slowly approached you, step by step he got closer and closer...Until you realized what someone told you before.

No matter what never let anyone in.

Y/n:*startled warning* N-No please stay away from me.

You jumped off the cliff before Endeavor got to say anything

Endeavor*concerned* Hey Wai-

SSSSPPPLLLLAAAASSSHHHH!

He followed you where you jumped off and stopped himself. He looked down at the bottom, the water deceased itself and returned to normal. He sighed in confusion and left to join the others

Your body changed into a scaly-like creature, still human but showing skin on your chest. You breathed the sigh of relief and swam to shore. Taking another deep breath you thought about what happened back there. Your boss almost figured out who you were and what's crazy about it...he was blushing?!

To Be Continued...?

Endeavor x Fem Reader

Chapter 2: Invitation

Synopsis: Just get ready for a super long-ass story that's all ( this one took longer than usual)

Warnings: Party and fluff at the end

F/n ( fake name or female name, either way, you decide)

If someone were to tell you that your boss invited you to a gala without any reason why, you would have politely declined because of the mountains of paperwork(lie), and be scared to go cause you didn't want to go alone, and with a lot of pros and paparazzi, instead I asked you. And you accepted it Because again you didn't want to go alone. But luckily, The host let us in for free, and with your friend's blending in tactics, this would be like an undercover mission except it's not. It's a party, enjoying yourselves, meeting with heroes from around the world. But my boss would be there too and what if he knows me right off the bat? you thought as you were getting dressed in your bedroom. "Oh come on only cause you told your boss you couldn't go, doesn't mean you really have to? and besides, I'm tagging alone", your friend reassured her while putting on her elegant black and white short sleeve V-neck jumpsuit(zipper on the back), with a brimmed hat that only covered the eyes and a white coat with black fur around the collar. As your friend was finishing getting dressed, something about this was off, your friend walked close to her door and knocked. " Are you done yet? We're gonna be late!", your friend asked while leaning against your door legs slightly crossed. "I'll be done in a minute don't rush!", You yelled in a worried tone.

Your friend sighed knowing that she should be patient because this your first time going to a party and knowing that a lot of people are coming, and you don't like going to places by yourself after what happened the last time. But will not allow negativity to ruin this night, your friend thought, " okay I'm ready" you spoke in a shy but insecure voice as you approached the bedroom door. Your friend stepped away quickly, knowing that the dress that I brought you suits your personality: Calm, loving, kind, confident, eccentric, a dare-devil in some difficult situations, a badass but kind of two-faced, and an amazing person who cares about people. The bedroom door opened slowly, Your friend couldn't hide my excitement any longer than she could as it opened one creak at a time. Then when it was fully open, you were your hair tied into a beautiful ponytail with a blue rose crystal hairpin and heels that are killing it. But your dress was even more gorgeous.

Your friend stood there in awe, my hand covering my mouth holding back tears, " Why are you crying?" You asked in concern, I sniffled"I-It's nothing I'm just happy that's all*sighs* now, let's get going shall we?" You nodded as I walked out of your apartment and you'd followed behind me.

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" Alright it looks like were and you ladies have a nice night", the limousine driver looked at the two of you and gave a quick wink before we got out, " the party is right on top of the last level so were gonna take the elevator", you looked at the place shocked and surprised, "Sooo...*gasp in shocked* how were you able to us in here again?!", " Well, a nice man was getting robbed for his money, I stopped him while he made a foolish mistake of trying to use his quirk on me. I returned the wallet to the nice man and he thanked me," I spoke while we approached the elevator and pressed the button to the top floor." When I came back, a letter was in my mailbox so I opened it and as it turned out the nice man was hosting a fundraising event and he gave me and a plus one an invitation as his special guest. Think of it as an anonymous tip." The elevator bell ranged and opened to the beautiful splendor of the party. Unquie designs, the scenery, everything was incredible, then some people were staring, some were taking pictures, others continued their conversation at us as we passed by. "Would care for a drink?", said a man wearing a tuxedo asked while holding a stray of wines and champagnes. Your friend looked at you and you looked at me thinking the same thing. "Sure why not?"

She grabbed the red wine and you grabbed the champagne with a strawberry inside, the man bowed his head and walked away. As we continued to talk two men appeared from behind us. He was huge, three times bigger than us, Marrone red hair, turquoise eyes deeper than the depts of the sea, broad muscles, and wearing the suit with a velvet shirt and sunglasses and the other one, a short blonde with red wings and wearing a black suit with a red shirt and black tie. It was Endeavor and Hawks.

After we got our drinks, Endeavor and Hawks talked,(with Hawks doing most of the talking) while having a drink at a minibar. Hawks' eyes followed us across the room with an interest in his eyes, Well aren't they a tasty snack, even the one with the hat, he thought while still keeping his gaze at us. Endeavor looked at him irritated, great, What the hell got this bird brain distracted now?!. He turned his head towards you, with cinnamon whisky in his hand, his heart skipped a beat, he's in awe of just how beautiful you were when you walked by, and Hawks just caught his boss looking at someone for a very long time and decided to help him out. "Hey, now how about we have t little chat with them huh?," Endeavor's eyes quickly averted his gaze towards you and to Hawks in confusion and raised his eyebrow." We?" Hawks nodded and finished his drink. " Sure, why not? I mean, you gonna need have to get back in the dating game one way or another."

He smiled and walked away. Endeavor turned away from him and continued to take a sip of his whiskey. As for Hawks sneaking from behind you and tapped on your shoulder, " Good evening ladies, I'm-" " Yeah, your Hawks am I right?" She questioned the handsome blonde as he took my hand and brought it to his lips. " Wow, what gave me away?", " The sneak attack my dear F/n told me about, she also said to be careful around you." Your friend said to him with a teasing smile, "looks like I need up my game, don't I?" he teased back with a smirky devilish smile spread across his face. You interrupted our flirting session turned to him," so why is it your here Hawks?," you questioned him, knowing that if Hawks is here, that means Endeavor is as well." Well, my boss and I were invited to this event for the giant donation he deposited, but sadly he's sitting over there all alone". He looked away from us for a moment at his boss, with a dramatic tone in his voice until he ended up behind him, and looked at you this his calm but intense glare.

"It's you," he spoke in a strong, and broad voice. Your friend and hawks looked at both of you in confusion, "have they met before?". " Hello, Endeavor, I haven't seen you since our encounter," you said. "Please, call me Enji," he said with a very smooth tone. Hawks tilted his head towards my ear. "It's happening!" he whispered happily, " I know that but how to get these two alone?!" She whispered back stressfully while thinking about how to keep the mood going. Until a pleasant slow music song in the air, everyone was heading towards the dance floor. GOD HAS ANSWERED MY PRAYERS, she thought, and Hawks was thinking the exact same thing. "Shall we?" Hawks said while he held out his hand. Your friend nodded and took his hand. And led her to the dance floor. You and Endeavor looked at them as they slowly dance the night away. " Hey, can we talk somewhere private?" he asked and rubbed his neck a little. "Holy shit Endeavor's blushing again," you thought when you looked at him, a slight blush on his face. "Um-Um, yeah sure," you startled a little bit. He gently grabbed your hand and led you near the window of the city where the lights shined in the night looked so for small from up here that you thought they were stars.

"The lights look beautiful from here does it not?" He turned his head looked down at you with a smile on his face, and made your heart warm, "Yes, they do like stars in the heavens." Your eyes, focusing on the starry night city in the clouds. "So why is it you brought me over here for?" You questioned, and he turned his head away from you. " I really don't know how to say this but...I don't know if I'm crazy or just a foolish old man..." He slowly turned to look at you directly." will you go out on a date with me? when this is over?" You looked at him in surprise "is he really just asked me out?" Your emotions started to spirally out of control at this point. Enji saw your reaction and shook his head and apologized," I-I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" " No-No-no, it's fine you just got me startled for a moment." you interrupted with a light pink blush on your face. The music ended, and applause was heard as everyone exited the party. "So that's a yes?" Enji questioned before he left.

You nodded and said yes.

"Wait. You never told me your name."

"It's F/n."

A/N: *WHEW* that took a lot out of me than I thought. SHEESH!!

Endeavor x Fem Reader

The Collar

Synopsis: you lost a bet to a friend and now have to wear a collar for a whole day. Also, this is not part of the chapter I'm working on.

Warnings: *deep inhale* SMUT 18+, a bit of jealously, but more importantly MINORS BEGONE!!!

He can sense it

This strange feeling in the air

Not just suspicion, but something very familiar

It all happened a few weeks ago. You came in early than usual your work attire is different. Navy blue short-sleeve blouse not even buttoned up all way but where your tits showed, a loose necklace-like collar, your black pencil line skirt, but it's kinda above your knees and hugging your thighs.

Before you walked in, he was on a business call with one of his sidekicks. You knocked on his door and holding his phone close to him, and he yelled at you to come in. The door creaked open, and came in with files in your hands and walked in across his room. Endeavor's eyes followed you as you sat on the couch and laid the files on the table, scanning through each case file accordingly, highlighting any details you might have missed. A gust of wind flew in from the window. A short blonde with red wings and yellow see-through glasses which his eyes preyed on you with a smirk as you looked upon him and irritation." What is it now, Hawks?"

"Oh, nothing...just you look mighty fine today." Before he sucked his lip and walked to you. Scratching his chin, and sat next to you. With one wrapped around you, he crossed his legs and looked at you as you went through the last case file. This made Endeavor boil with flames through his body. Hawks scooted in closer to you." So... watcha doing?". You sighed and dropped your pen next to the case file. You turned your head to meet his gaze, " I was going through the case files till you showed up," you said with an annoyed look on your face." Hey, where you get this? Is it even proper work attire?" Hawks looked down at your necklace with curiosity. "Oh, this? I made a bet with a friend of mine and lost. So now I'll have to wear this for the whole day" You grabbed the cross-connected to the collar and showed it to him.

You looked at him confused as he stared at the necklace for a very long time and realized...That pervert is looking at your boobs!

" Ugh! You pervert!" You yelled at him and pushed him back over the couch. Endeavor looked at you quickly as Hawks chuckled on the other side of the ledge and with his hands in the air, " Hey, it's not my fault your tits were shooting like daggers." You blushed at his response. A pink shade showed on your cheeks. " Sh-sh-shut up!" As you crossed your chest and pouted.

Endeavor's phone hung up and tossed it on his desk. It Startled you, and Hawks raised his head. " Is everything okay, Endeavor?". His hot breath steamed out of his mouth, he took a deep inhale. "Hawks, it seems you have another mission with one of my sidekicks again. Go deal with it". His voice sounded furious as Hawks got up from the couch, "I'm on it, sir," He quickly turned his head to you and gave you a wink before flying out the window. You sighed with relief and finished the last case file before rising and headed out the door."You! Go sit down!" He roared with his face still down on his desk. Your body shooked, and backed away from the door, and sat down shakily. Endeavor raised his head to see you, your body trembling in fear, your hands on those delicious thighs, begging to be bitten and leave marks behind. He got out of his chair slowly and walked away from his desk to you. A giant dark shadow stopped in front of you. His turquoise eyes shot down at you as he grabbed your chin and raised it to his largeness. " Do you know why I kept you here?" You shook you in response" I-i was going through the case files as you asked and-" Endeavor growled and grabbed your cross along with your neck and pulled it hard. You whimpered and nearly choked. "First, it's your outfit and now your shameless flirting with Hawks, and you did it right in front of me," He growled in your ear and which shivers down your spine." W-What do you m-" He grunted in annoyance, rolled his eyes, and tug the collar harder. You gasped for air, huffing the hotness that radiated from his chest. " I-I-I'm sorry, sir."

Endeavor, let go of the collar and let you get some air for what is about to happen next. Endeavor dropped down, knees on the floor, and looked at your thighs. The way they rubbed together, squeezing the plumpness out of them. You looked down at your boss shamefully, "sorry, sir," while pulling down your skirt. Endeavor stopped you. His strong hands stilled yours "there's nothing to be ashamed about," he said in a calmed tone. He pushed your skirt higher till your panties were showing. He grabbed the ends of your panties and pulled them down slowly, "look at you, so wet, and this supposed to be a professional work environment." He tutted. You sat there hopelessly as they fell to your ankles, and he pushed them to the side. "Now," he sighed and looked at you, " Are you going be a good girl?" you nodded quickly."Then, spread those legs."

You obeyed and opened your legs as far as possible, his stare at you wet cunt greedy. He gave you one last look before he started his assault, " You ready?" You nodded without giving a second thought. He brought his face closer, licked the juices out of you, and dove his tongue inside. You moaned and mewled at his movements, grabbed the couch pillows for dear life. His tongue was about to drive you over the edge, to your climax. Then he stopped and pulled away from you to catch his breath. You mewled at the sudden halt. "W-w-why y-you stop?" You put your hands on his face and pushed up to your vision. He let out a dark chuckle." because, little girl," He removed your hands from his face and placed them back on the couch," I wasn't done with you yet." He stood up in front of you, unbuckling his pants and let his cock free out his drawers. You knew he was big, but his cock was bigger, veins popping out of it. He caught you looking at cock and grabbed your collar again, " Now, be a good girl and lay down on the couch, arms behind your head."And you did exactly that. You laid there against the couch with your arms behind your head.

Endeavor followed you as laid there, his big body towering you like a mountain to a stream. He took legs and brought them to his shoulders, lined himself at your entrance, teasing it, breaking you till you beg him to take you. "P-p-p-please Endeavor-" He stopped you in mid-sentence, " Enji," "W-what?". "When we're alone, it's Enji." You slightly nodded, "Please, Enji." A wicked smile grew on his face. And slowly moved inside of you. Taking every last inch until he bottomed out. You whined at the pain and pleasure as his cock stretched your cunt and carved it into his shape. His balls slammed your g-spot, which made you mewl. Enji waited until you adjust his size and move slowly. Your screams of pleasure echoed through his office, whines mixed with moans while he picked his pace. "Now, who do you belong to slut?" Enji grunted as his movements gotten faster and faster. "You Enji!" You whined.

"Who's allowed to fuck this pretty little pussy of yours?"

"You, Enji!"

Your clamped down with each passing thrust, you wrapped your legs around his hips. You were reaching your limit. Endeavor stopped again at your highest peak. You whined at the sudden stillness inside of you. He tugged your collar making your tongue fall out and hanging out of your mouth." Only goods girls get to cum, are you going to my good girl?" He started move hips ever so slowly, grinding your insides, torching them. "Ye-yes i promise I'll be your good girl". You begged, hopelessly and Enji move back to his original pace and make you cum around his cock. He groan your name as he emptied himself, painting your walls white. You both took a moment to get some air.

Catch your breath, Enji cupped your face. "You alright?" He said in concern. You nodded tirelessly, you shutted your eyes for a moment and drifted off to sleep.

You woke up in a soft bed, with your boss wrapped around your small body. You gonna have very long story for your friend when you get home.😳😏

Endeavor x Reader WIP

Here's a spoiler for my next chapter:

He didn't think about the people he harmed or the ones that he loved, not until now. Since his oldest son died and his ex-wife was sentenced to a mental hospital, Endeavor never felt so lonely in his life. He blamed himself for what he has done to deserve this fate, for his son, for his family, for the people he used and backstabbed. Aside from hero work, he couldn't sleep. He tried everything, hanging wind chimes outside his room, counted sheep in his head, even listened to ASMR but still... nothing. He laid there on his bed, arms wrapped around his head. Something was missing... something warm, something to keep close and never let go, or someone to love. What he was missing is a warm body at his side. When he was at the agency one day, his secretary gave him an invitation to a fundraising event. He thanked her and went to his office. He strolled to his desk, tossed the letter on his desk, and leaned back in his chair to look up at the ceiling. Everything happened so fast... it's like a few days ago, I was still the number 2 hero but, now something doesn't feel right. I do not wish to find forgiveness from my family. If I could back and fix everything... save my children and myself from this could. But now... I cannot. Seeing flashbacks of his past is like looking through a mirror, but of the demons that haunted his dreams every night. A slight banging on the door repeatedly, which drew him away from his thoughts. Endeavor ascend from his chair, and with a sigh, he answered, " Who is it?" He shouted at the door.

Bring The Heat

Endeavor x Fem Reader

Synopsis: Today is your boyfriend's birthday and tonight you have to plan something very special for him. Oh did you? 😏

Warnings: Smut 18+, lingerie, bad girl, breeding kink

Prompt: That's Daddy to you

Today's is your boyfriend's birthday. You we're so excited you couldn't wait for him when he got home, you and your friend went partying a day earlier talking your dates with your boyfriend, the number one hero Endeavor. " Well I'm glad to see you two happy for each other!" your friend replies as the blasting sound of club music echoed throughout the party. A waiter with the tray of champagnes walked towards you and set the glasses on the table. He vowed and left to go get other orders.

You grabbed the glass of champagne and raised it up. " To healthy relationship... And the best boyfriend a girl could ask for!" Your voice sounded groggy, well it was your fifth drink after all. Your friend laughed and the sound of clinging glass as the music was still kicking. You drank only half of it and opened your phone, and scroll down your pictures. " Hey...hey...hey u remember that deal we had?" you said still messed up from drinking but managed to control yourself.

Your friend nodded her head, " yeah what abou-Oh!" Yes that bet.

You stopped scrolling and showed your friend a recent picture you took the night before. " Are you sure that is a-" "And done I sent it to him." You won't remember what happened but you will remember to check your phone.

Endeavor's POV

He managed to catch up on the bank robber and caught him right in his tracks. He took the robber to the police, a vibrated motion was humming in his pocket. Endeavor rolled his eyes thinking that it was Hawks asking what he doing for his birthday tonight. As he unlocked his phone, it was a message from you. A picture of you wearing lingerie. A very sexy one at that. He stared at his phone for a good twenty minutes before snapping himself out of it. Not out in public. But his cock however is in need of realise.

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You woke up, your head ringing like a bell. A really big bell. Wearing a black silk see through rope and the lingerie that you brought yesterday. You got up from your bed, a loud rapid knocking came at your door. Enji's here already?! Shit I forgot about dinner!, You cursed under your breath, ah fuck it I'll just tell him that I ordered take out tonight. You went to the door and opened it. "Happy Birth-E-Enji you okay?" You looked worried as Enji stood there with us head down and a grip around his fat juicy cock. Poking out of his pants and the other hand holding his phone with the picture you sent to him. He slowly raised his head to meet your gaze, turquoise eyes shooting at you like prey. You could but quiver as he walked closer and closer, the door closing behind him til you were backed against the wall. Enji dropped his phone at a nearby drawer and slammed his hand above your head. Your entire body shooked. Out of fear and arousal?! Enji grabbed your chin and brought it closer to his flaming embrace. He spoke in a low and baritone voice.

"You. Bedroom. Now!"

You nodded obediently," Y-yes si-Ah! You felt a sting at your side. Did he just spank me?!

"That is Daddy to you."

"Yes, daddy."

You walked to your bedroom followed by your boyfriend who was taking off his clothes without you even noticing. As you took off the silk rope from your body and decided to turn around with that cute face you always make when it's just the two of you, he completely lost his composure and just tackled you to the floor, kissing you roughly and passionately.

Tongues lashing, hands enter twined and locked. God it was a good thing he finished his job early other wise he would've been masterbating in his office, thinking of all things he could do to you. To destroy you. To fucking Breed you. Enji broke off the kiss, letting you get some air for once. He stared at you for a moment.

"You planning this wasn't you?!"

You looked at him confused while he traced his fingers, ghosted behind your back as he unbuckled your bra, showing those delirious tits.

"That photo you sent me, it was like your asking to be put in your place. To fuck you so hard you wouldn't walk for a whole month, were you, you naughty bitch in heat?!"

You took a deep inhale as he took the bud into his flaming mouth and groped both your tits. Abusing til you admit what you did. "Yes- FUCK, Yes I did! Since today was your birthday and all- AHH- I wanted to make it special so-fuck, fuck, fuck, I miss you, I miss your strong gentle touches, I miss your fat cock everytime you were inside of me, make s me think I might just bear your children-AAAAHHHH!!"

You whined as he stopped his assault on your breasts and traveled down your glisting pussy as he removed your panties and sucked the juices til you cum. Your mind started to see blanks, eyes whitening, " I-I miss you En- Daddy, I miss you."

Enji drove his tongue even deeper into pussy and his thumb rubbing at your clit, making you cum even more. You heard gulping nosies as you came in his mouth.

He removed his face from your cunt, leaving you so empty. He looked at you desire in his eyes, panting. " I you...really missed me...then, on your hands and knees, ass up. Now." And didn't waste any time after Enji stood up on his knees, giving you room to change your position, ass shaking in the air.

Enji grabbed his dick and lined at your entrance. Poking with just the tip as he slipped himself slowly, inch by inch, millimeter by millimeter he stretched your insides til you felt his balls slapped at your entrance.

You both took a moment to adjust before moving." You alright?" He asked, you gave a quick nod and started moving slowly and gently. Your moans and whines poured out of your mouth and pace got faster and harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin, moans and grunts, everything.

"Who is your master?!"

"Y-you, only you."

"who's allowed to breed this fucking pussy til your carrying my seed?"

"You!"

"And who's your Daddy?"

"You. You're my Daddy. I belong to you, only you, Daddy."

The pace started to get sloppy, he bent down to your ear. "Then cum, cum around my cock like a brat that you are." You came like that and took one final thrust before moaning your name and flooding the walls with his seed. You both collapsed on your sides with his a wrapped around your body. "Damn...this was the best birthday gift ever." He chuckled as nuzzled in your neck and kissed your collarbone.

You sighed happily, "Happy birthday, Enji."

He whispered thank you and the two of you drifted off to sleep. Now this something he won't forget 😏

Author's Note: Happy Birthday Number One Hero Endeavor🎂🎉🎁 and plz comment, I would love to hear your response.

style.

TITLE : STYLE

(BASED OFF “STYLE” BY TAYLOR SWIFT)

(mainly dedicated to @mps427 ‘s friend, maya since it’s a birthday fic)

PAIRING(S) : bakugou katsuki x reader

SYNOPSIS : since when did bakugou look so dreamy in a white t-shirt? nevermind that, your feelings are sent into a whirlwind. i mean.. don’t you ‘hate’ him?

WARNING(S) : third year au! since like,, driving. lyrics might be all over the place, bakugou gets a girlfriend to make maya/reader jealous. bickering. a crack-ish ending. a mess, essentially.

note(s) : uhh i know this has been sent to me on the first, and truth is— i have been working on it, i promise. it’s just that, the prompt has been revised MANY MANY times so like 💀 sorry for the long wait!

ITALICS WITH — — IS A SONG LYRIC (lol) not exactly a ‘song fic’ since it MIGHT be out of order regarding lyric placements. but like,, contains lyrics from “style”

— midnight, you come and pick me up, no headlights —

the sound of your phone going off cuts into the silence of the night, reverberating through your room. you roll over to sloppily look for your phone with your hand, eyes squinting.

who the hell is texting me at this hour? you don’t even have to look at the clock to know that it’s midnight. after all, you only decided to go to bed an hour ago. you can blame that on school work, but your grades could thank you later.

your eyes scan over your phone screen, and you have to quickly make a double check with the sender. it really can’t be who you think it is, right?

it is, oops.

several text messages have been sent over the last few minutes— by bakugou katsuki. the same dude that’s been tormenting you since your first year in UA.

“hey.” “come outside.” “now.”“your ass can’t be that deep into sleep.” “just meet me outside when you see this.” “i know you will anyway.”

he hates you, and you hate him. what could he possibly need from you— especially during midnight? normally, he’d be asleep. so, this was definitely a shocker.

on top of that, he’s already dating someone else. can’t they just sneak them out?

either way, the texts he sent are all of the same caliber, but those messages in particular stand out to you the most. you wipe the sleepiness away from your eyes, immediately stepping out from the comfiness of your bed, mindful of the creakiness that could be there.

“what do i wear?” you text back, and he immediately replies with a cryptic “anything.”

that seems to convince you enough miraculously, so you slide on some socks— holding a pair of shoes for your outdoor wear later.

when you quietly pad through the dormitory halls, and make an exit— you see a car, a familiar car parked near a tree, hidden away from the main view of the dormitory.

and there he is. you can see bakugou sitting in the driver’s seat of his car, headlights switched off. when he spots you, he steps out— vermillion eyes meeting your own.

you’re rendered motionless, when your eyes land on the familiar white t-shirt under the jacket he brought for himself.

“come here.” he says that in such a calm matter, it’s almost eerie. despite that, you follow him anyway— opening the passenger’s seat.

it’s silent for a few seconds, as the both of you buckle your seatbelts. the blond immediately starts driving— which gives you enough time to think about something, just something to break the tension.

— long drive, could end up in burning flames, or paradise.—

— fade into view, oh.—

“are you gonna kill me in the woods or something? the police would search for you first, y’know.” he doesn’t tear his eyes from the road, but by the tell of his expression, your question is heard.

he rolls his eyes, but his lips still break into a small smirk. one that makes you want to wipe it clean from his face “just wanted to kill some time.”

there’s a lot left unanswered, but you’ll settle with that for now.

a handful of the drive is spent in a deafening silence. bakugou’s focusing on driving, meanwhile you’re focusing on keeping your eyes peeled right open. not wanting to sleep in bakugou’s car, out of all places.

your attention is brought back, when bakugou drives into the forest, he parks the car near a cliff-like place. you can’t exactly tell— it’s quite dark. even with that knowledge, or lack thereof it’s nowhere near dangerous territory. rather, it’s a pretty outlook of the city lights.

it’s a place someone would take their lover to, definitely.

the two of you sit in silence (again) and there’s a part of you that just doesn’t want to ask, or pry on why he took you— out of all people, here.

but you do anyway. “mind telling me why you woke me up, and took me over here?”

he knows what you’re thinking, but he doesn’t feel like talking about it right now— the elephant in the room, the unwritten/spoken topic at hand.

—it’s been a while since i’ve have even heard from you.—

is what he wants to say, but it comes out slightly more altered. “i haven’t heard from your ass in forever.”

— and i should tell you to leave ‘cause i, know exactly where it leads ‘cause i, watch it go round and round each time —

you simply shrug. you speak with your tone hushed “yeah. i wonder why.”

“damn, baku!” you hear kaminari whistle “look at you! what’s with the attire?”

despite all the hatred you claim to have with bakugou, you can’t deny the fact that seeing him in a white t-shirt is new, almost refreshing. it’s earlier that day, if you were any drowsier that morning, you would’ve collapsed down the stairs in shock— probably giving you a concussion.

“oh, so i can’t wear my fucking shirts?” while the blond smoothes a wrinkle that bothered him a bit too much, bakugou rolls his eyes. specifically at the fuss kaminari’s making over his shirt.

kirishima shakes his head “it’s not that you can’t but— we never, ever see you wearing a white t-shirt.”

he only clicks his tongue in reply, and you finally tear your eyes away. even though you did steer your eyes away from him, you can still hear their conversation.

“this is for kohana-san, isn’t it? she does babble a lot about you wearing a white shirt.” it’s the first time you’ve heard her name, and you’re unsure if you’ll remember it. not that it really matters. “you gonna take her out for something special, aren’t you?”

— you got that long hair slick back, white t-shirt. —

you don’t mean to eavesdrop, honest. so you choose to engage with your other classmates— friends.

“what do you think about bakugou’s shirt?” mina asks, and you don’t know if it’s solely for gossip, or if it’s because she knows you don’t actually ‘hate’ bakugou as much as you claimed.

“it’s refreshing, don’t you think? it kinda matches with his hair!” hagakure comments, and jirou winces slightly, “i don’t think his hair changed a lot, it’s just kinda longer.”

and she’s right, but it does make a difference. “it looks tacky, almost clowny.” you comment, and your friends snicker in reply— they knew you were going to say that.

but on the contrary, you didn’t mean a single syllable of that.

“hm, i see why you’d think that. we only ever see him wearing black shirts. so it’s a given that we aren’t used to his attire.” yaoyorozu comments, before she shifts her attention onto a different topic— one that’s not talking about bakugou’s clothes.

your eyes momentarily shift back to bakugou’s circle, the explosive quirk user’s currently de-attached from whatever’s being discussed to him, but you freeze— noticing his intense carmine stare.

“haven’f you had enough of the outside world?” you speak after an eternity, despite 15 minutes only passing. “drive me back.”

you wouldn’t have been so adamant to the idea of being brought out here, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s taken, and that you hate his guts, for some reason or another.

“didn’t peg you as a nature hater,” bakugou comments, “you didn’t even give me a chance to talk.”

“i gave you like, 15 minutes!” you argue, but he successfully silences you when he inches closer— allowing you to take a look at his ruby irises.

— you got that james dean daydream look in your eye —

“i mean, in general.” you don’t know what kind of glint is in his stare right now, but it’s intense. you’d be an awful liar, if you said his stare didn’t captivate you. he continues, “avoiding me like the plague. am i that unbearable?”

“and what if i said yes? actually— why does it even matter? hasn’t it always been that way?”

your tone makes bakugou let out a harsh exhale. he quickly reaches over you to buckle your seatbelt— before swiftly moving back to the steering wheel. “so that got you to take me home?”

“we’re not done yet.” he states, as he precisely moves his car backward— not wanting to drive his car over the edge.

you avert your gaze. you want to be the better one, and maintain eye contact as an act of power. as if you were unbothered. but you can curse him and his sharp eyes.

but you can still feel his eyes on you, like you were the only person left on earth.

— so it goes, he can’t keep his eyes on the wild road —

he really can’t, and it’s driving you nuts. at this rate, you guys were going to crash. “okay, i change my mind, pull over! you’re gonna kill us both at this rate.”

and he obliges, pulling over— on the side of the pathway. he clicks his tongue, similarly to what he did in the morning, and bakugou shrugs his jacket off.

so you were going to talk about it. “i’ve heard that you’ve been out and about with some other girl.”

the topic causes him to look back at you, eyes narrowed into slits— and he moves a bit closer to listen to what you have to say. bakugou can’t figure it out but your tone sounds,, different. there’s a chance it might be his imagination though.

“kohana.. koharu.. ko-something. her name was something like that, yeah.”

to him, her name was like nails on a chalkboard. constantly reminding him of endless conversations about irrelevant topics, the shrill of her voice when she latches onto his arm with a death grip. it doesn’t sound any kinder than his experiences with you.

he says, “what you’ve heard is true but i,” bakugou moves even closer, almost caging you in with his arm

— i can’t stop thinking about you —

is what he wants to say, but it obviously comes out filtered differently. “i— maya / Y/N, you’re always on my fucking mind. it’s driving me nuts.”

you grin, harshly tug him closer as a retort— feigning annoyance to the best of your abilities. you do seem to get a kick out of bakugou telling you the truth.

— i’ve been there too a few times. —

and similar to him, your version of those words come out differently. “same. it’s a pain, don’t you agree?”

he grins, nearly cocky, “why don’t you fix it?”

with that, both of your lips crash together— the impact exceeding your expectations. it feels like a million firecrackers are setting off in your heart, which is fitting with his quirk. his lips fit with yours like they were just meant to be there.

— and when we go crashing down, we come back each every time —

you pull back, and you stare at him. the apples of your cheeks are heated, and the man in front of you is responsible. “you’re so stupid.” he teases, flicking your forehead.

you glare at him, but you’re unable to resist a lovestruck smile— nor can you get mad at him. “i think you’re the stupid one. first of all, you drove me all the way over HERE, instead of telling me what you needed to say like from the getgo. i mean, good grief! i thought i was gonna get murdered out here!”

bakugou listens to you rant, and he can’t seem to conceal his amusement, “i mean— why were you even with her? oh my GOD, does that make me a homewrecker?”

“you’re worried about the wrong thing.” he states, “did you like the shirt?”

— ‘cause we never go out of style —

“why would the shirt matter?”

“because i wore it for you.”

“of course i fucking did! now answer my question,” and you would’ve punched the grin off his face, if it weren’t for the fact that you just kissed him.

“tch. i knew you had this shitty act on. you’re not fooling me.” he rolls his eyes, and his hands move back to the steering wheel.

“we’ll talk about it later.” he looks over at you one last time, tracing a thumb over your temples. “i broke up with her hours ago. now stop worrying about it.”

silence, momentarily. “you did what?”

— we never go out of style —

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Art of the Tododeku fusion from my fusion au fic! Everything is the same as canon except fusion is a thing bc gay rights.

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Yes, I am evil. Thank you for asking. This fic if for @krbkweek2k19 Day 6 [April 19th]

Massage / First Times / Touches

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Todoroki Shouto is heartbroken, convinced his love for his classmate Midoriya Izuku will never be requited. Luckily his siblings are there to help <3 BASICALLY TODO SIBS FOOD WITH A DASH OF TDDK

Misplaced Confessions

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Look at you go you angst machine. Chefs kiss!

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Pairing: Step-Dad!Katsuki x Reader

Warnings: Step-cest, age-gap, daddy kink, quirk-play, spanking, implied power/authority dynamics, implied cheating, rough sex, bruising, biting, marking, possessive actions, light degradation, lots of praise, creampie, aftercare

Word Count: 4k

A/N: Here I am again, back on my daddy Katsuki bullshit; 4k of smut with a dash of plot. Thank you so much to @mindninjax​ for beta-reading this and encouraging me to finish it ❤️ 

“Does your stupid boyfriend fuck you like this?”

Katsuki knows you’re too full to answer, cunt stuffed so snugly around his cock he can feel every pull of your inner muscles. Keen eyes admire how your flesh parts for him, drags along his length, coats his heavy cock with fresh cream.

He loves you like this: on your back, nipples swollen, puffy, glistening with remnants of spit, your legs curled back, lashes thick with tears. Prettiest fucking thing he ever did see. It’s just a damn shame you’re supposed to be off-limits, that every time you cum at home he has to smother your screams with the palm of his hand.

Capturing both your wrists between mean fingers, he starts pulling you down onto his cock; hard, deep thrusts that make your body bounce and the sheets wrinkle.

“Best little step-kid I could ever ask for, aren’t cha? Always so needy for daddy’s cock.”

You were tempting from the beginning, the pretty college girl he only saw glimpses of on holidays, flirty and smiley and clearly into him. He supposes you’ve got some kind of fucked up daddy issues, and that he only makes them worse every time he finds his way inside of you. Not that he cares. You’re too sweet to pass up, cunt too tight and lips so soft against his and around his dick.

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Part III

Nymphetamine: marriage of the words nymphomania and amphetamine; an unhealthy, beast-like addiction to one female in particular.

║Part I ║Part II║Masterlist║

↣ pairing: alpha!katuski x omega!reader

↣ word count: 9.5k

↣ notes: final chapter

↣ warnings: a/b/o dynamics, prime dynamics (prime alphas/omegas; stronger, more dangerous variants), enemies to lovers, villain!katsuki, some yandere tones, captivity, corruption, breeding, mention of having babies, heats, ruts, knots, mating, claiming, bonding, possessive actions, clawing, biting, choking, belly-bulges, bruising, blood, too much fucking purring, a lot of praise, some degradation, hair pulling, size difference, creampies and cum galore

↣ summary: As you look at yourself in the mirror, it’s as if you’re staring at a stranger. Same pretty face, same makeup you’ve perfected over the years. But it’s not just you anymore in the reflection. It’s him, your alpha, what he’s made you into, looking right through you.

Katsuki’s been working at you, washing away any and every thought of being a hero. Instead he’s been filling the cracks with him, with ideas of babies, of a future with him and only him, right by his side, open and proud, despite his brutality. Tonight is just the first step, a test to show just how perfect you are on his arm. A hero turned villain, all in the name of love.

Falling in love is a slippery slope. You’re teetering on the edge, though, wondering if you should just jump and let him catch you.

Because what Alpha wants, Alpha gets.

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anyways, now im working on a bnha fic, bungou stray dogs fic and bullet train fic on wattpad, only god knows if i'm ever gonna post any of them any time soon since igcse's are like IN 9 DAYS T-T

Dear Aomi Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

“I’ve seen you in a dream before, you are the warm and bright presence that embraced me on Cape Kamui a long time ago on a June afternoon.”

Shinohara (Y/N) is a normal girl who had everything she could ask for, a loving family, a beautiful home, friends, and a fluffy cat. For a long time, she gave her life and happiness for granted, never imagining that she’ll face one of the worst and crueler facades of society so closely, destroying what once was a happy, harmonious and normal family. One day, in hopes to recover what they lost, the Shinohara family took one of the more difficult decisions of their lives; leave behind their home back in Hokkaido and travel hundreds of miles south until Musutafu, the place that could grant them a solution and help close the yet fresh wound and scare away the ghosts of the past. Hardheaded, passionate, and ambitious (Y/N) is forced to confront the incarnated face of the superhuman society that she hated the most; Bakugou Katsuki.

PAIRING: (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader)

GENRE/WARNINGS: Romance, Fluff, Angst, Dark Themes, My poor attempt of humor, Strong language (Courtesy of Lord Explosion Murder 💥), Manga Spoilers, LONG ass chapter.

STATUS: On going

Chapter 1: School is a Great Place to Make Enemies

Chapter 2: My Stupid Classmate, the Angry Dandelion

3-In Conclusion, This Day Was…

The light night air caressed (Y/N)’s face and swayed her hair as she calmly strolled on the street. The ride from the konbini was short, after a couple of minutes, (Y/N) reached her home’s front gate. She pushed the creaky short gate pushing her bike along her with the shopping bags and closed it behind her. She put the bike on its little corner next to the driveway and locked it. She took the two shopping bags, along with her bag and walked to the front door. Before (Y/N) could even align the key with the keyhole, the door was harshly swung open revealing a much preoccupied and almost hyperventilating woman, (E/C) eyes met an equal pair of concerned (E/C) ones.

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