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it was only a kiss // bakugou katsuki
warnings: angst, unrequited love, shinsou hitoshi x reader, slight nsfw words: 4.1k a/n: i literally only wrote this bc i listened to mr. brightside 100k times and couldn’t help but think of this plot.
katsuki doesn’t know when it starts but then again, it’s not like it comes out of nowhere. it builds from a minuscule pebble until it’s an overwhelming and heavy boulder laying on his chest.
if he had to give a certain time frame, it probably started the first time you stayed over at the apartment.
you were dating shinsou and had been for a few months before you stayed the night the first time. katsuki didn’t think much of it at the time, knowing that his roommate had already cleared it with him and his other roommate, kirishima. it’s not like it was a surprise when you and Shinsou came in the night before, greeting katsuki and eijiro before making your way back to the violet haired man’s room.
it wasn’t a surprise that night so it confused katsuki when you walked into the kitchen and he felt his heart swoop into his stomach, catching him off guard. you didn’t take notice of his shock, shuffling to the cabinet in a pair of your boyfriend’s boxers and one of his baggy shirts with your hair mused by sleep.
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Yo @lavander-cherry here. It took longer than I expected. Hope is not shit.
"Angel?" You hummed, acknowledging his presence on the room.
You didn't know for sure if this was going to be a horrible idea or a pleasant one... well, better now than never.
The man lifted one of his eyebrows at you as he stared you down on your bed reading a book.
"No greetings brat?" He said mockingly, already expecting at least a excuse or even a simple hug of yours. He had a... quite troublesome and unpleasant day, so having your sweet scent and touch on him would be appreciated.
Instead you just blow him a kiss woth a smile and continue on your reading.
What?
He stared a little longer before slowly making his way to dress in his night clothes... maybe when he come back you would be willing to give him what he deserve it.
Yes, deserve it. He had to attire precepts bullshit all the damn day he deserved some comfort reward.
When he came back, he cleared his throat to catch your attention from that damn book of yours.
Honestly? You didn't even know what you were reading. You were just texting how long would your stubborn and arrogant boyfriend of yours would give in to ask nicely for once for cuddles.
That was your plan, and it seemed to be working as you looked from the side of your eye the frow it was forming in his forehead at you not even looking up at him.
You stiffed a giggle of yours and looked up at him, pretending to be confused.
"Already going to sleep my devil?" You asked innocently.
"I pretend to at least." He groaned out in frustation. Maybe if he went to bed you would go as well.
You sighed sadly before closing your book, marching the supposed page you were reading, and getting up on your feet.
"Where are you going?" He asked in confusion but his tone of voice still serious as ever.
"To the living room." You pointed "If you're going sleep I'm not going to bother you while reading this." You lifted your book, showing him your point before taking some steps towards the door.
You heard him sighing in annoyance before he passed through you and quickly closed the door.
"Read in here." He demanded, you again had to hold back your laughter before singing a 'okay then' while returning your spot on the bed.
He sitted besides you and took a glance at what was so much more interesting than him apparently.
He immediately scoffed the moment he saw you were just reading about Kanji. Who the hell read it Kanji for fun? At this hour of the night no less?!
You catched his scoff and looked uo at him in wonder.
"Something wrong Kai?"
"Why. The hell. Are you reading this?" He spoke through teeth while pointing with his palm at the book in your hands.
"This is a old book I have, just wanted to feel a bit nostalgic about my times on school." You sweetly smiled up at him lying.
"You're sick." He said darkly which you only giggled and returned your 'attention' to the book.
"You're the one who plays shogi here mister."
"Excuse me?" He spoke in offense "Shogi is useful to something at least different from that... thing."
Couple of nerds...
"So then you play your shogi, and I stay with my Kanji. Okay?" You smiled up at him, giggling at the way his eye twitched.
He was this close to ripping that thing from your hands.
He sighed a bit more loud than normal, truly hopping that you catched the hint.
You didn't apparently when you only turned one page.
That's it. He didn't even care anymore. Fuck his mysophobia, fuck his dignity, fuck everthing. He needed attention.
He snapped the book from your hands abruptly making you yelp in shock.
"Kai what the-?!"
"Asshole." He groaned, towering over you, hands both on the mattress as his eyes were inches away from yours, making you feel like a prey in his hold and hot glare.
Ah shit. Your plan had gonned wrong.
He surprised you with a sweet yet passionate kiss in your lips murmuring lowly after he gained his breath back.
"Stop reading that useless book." He trailed his kisses to your jaw as his voice only lowered "and..." he nuzzled his covered noze in your neck before miserably falling down in your lap.
"Give me affection." You sweared your jaw could hit the floor from the way it had oppened in surprise.
Chisaki Kai. Overhaul. The man who was know as fearless and cruel, the one who had his mysophobia increased to a hole new level... was in your lap, demanding attention.
Holy shit. You definitely wasn't expecting that...
Your train of thought was interrupted when a low growl came from him as he miserably tried again to catch your attention placing kisses in your covered belly as his hands drawed circles on your thighs.
"Woah. Rough day my love?" You hesitantly placed your hand on his dark brow hair and scratched slightly on his scalp.
You gulped down your 'awws' when he let out a sound similiar to a purr... he had already suffered enough the poor man.
"Only now that you notice?" He asked sarcastically, irritation clearly on his voice.
You lifted your hand slightly away from his head but his own gloved one jerked in their dkrection and grabbed before putting in his head again while groaning.
"Move your hand away. Go ahead. I dare you." He said sternly but not even making you fear slightly since he only nuzzled in you even further, sighing in bliss.
Lesson learned: a touch starved Chisaki is the best thing.
Hero Santa
Sero x fem!reader
Warnings: yellow sour fruit, swearing
A/N: wow it’s been a long time that I’ve posted a oneshot. Sorry about that. My job keeps me busy and the fic I’m writing takes priority. This isn’t a request either so I’m ;;; this is entirely self-indulgent. I’ve just discovered a newfound love for mr. tape boy and wanted to write something about him. There’s a lot of cringey things in here. Like, secondhand emebarssment type things. But I just wanted to write something funny and wholesome, straying away from the incessant dubcon that litters my blog. If this makes you embarrassed then I think I’ve done my job right? If this makes you smile, then double points for me, I guess! Also, fuck you, I’m still mourning the loss of blockbuster movies so it exists in this one shot. huzzah.
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Notice // 19
Bakugo Katsuki X Reader (BNHA)
Warnings: swears, suggestive content, feeeeeelingsss
We’ve gotta tell the class.
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Everything is Almight (Izuku x Reader~All Might’s daughter~)
Hey, so this is actually an adaptation/excerpt of a story I posted hella years ago. Lol, I felt cringe at my old writing, but also nostalgic! So I just had to fix this scene up! It was one of my favorites!
Basically, the you’ve only recently begun living with you father, Toshinori, after your mother’s death and you don’t know much about him. He hasn’t told you about his training Izuku, One for All, or the fact that he is All Might.
This becomes an issue because you not only end up going to U.A., but you develop a crush on the one student that could blow his secret alter ego out of the water: Izuku Midoriya.
Forbidden grounds.
Uncharted territory.
A girl’s house.
For Izuku Midoriya, all three of these items might as well be synonymous.
Girls were, and always have been, somewhat of an out of bounds, beautiful, enigma that he would see throughout life, but never had the will or courage to approach– like panda bears, or fluorescent jellyfish.
God, was he really comparing you to a jellyfish?
Izuku sneaked a glance at you as the image faded into his mind, but the smile you threw back at him as you walked by his side, sent him retreating– scrambling for cover as he pulled the collar of his shirt up to mask his severe blush.
He shouldn’t have looked at you when you were so close to him.
It made everything much too real.
He was really going to a girl’s house– uncharted territory– forbidden grounds.
The surrounding world began slowly fading into black as the two friends neared their destination. Izuku gulped so hard, that you threw him a slightly concerned look.
‘That sounded painful,’ you nervously chuckled, “Hey, Izu, you don’t have to be afraid of my dad or anything. He’s the nicest person I’ve ever met! I’m sure the two of you will get along!”
The severe tunnel vision weighed upon the boy’s mind, but it didn’t stop the rampant thoughts from racing around in there, ‘I wasn’t even thinking about that. Oh god, Y/N is really strong. I wonder if her dad is just as badass as her… I’m so plain– I bet all stick out like a sore thumb in her family. Oh my god, he’s gonna hate me.’
Unbenownst to him, he was muttering the entire time, leaving you to internally facepalm at your friend’s antics. Izuku was so damn weird. So damn. Jittery. So damn… adorable.
Your face soon matched Izuku’s heated blush.
“Well! Here it is!” you frantically called out, throwing your arms up to present your abode and knock those feelings away from you. Izuku gave a sharp, little jump at your words as you fumbled around with your house key. The shock from your sudden outburst and the impending dread that rattled inside of Izuku’s shaky chest, mixed up into an uneasy cocktail. Nothing too fancy, right? Anyway, you can make yourself at home!”
You opened the door, only to look back and See Izuku frozen to the spot, his eyes blank with fear, and his knees tightly buckled.
You gave a deep sigh before grabbing him by the wrist and practically throwing him through the front door, “Make yourself at home! Don’t be weird about it.” you laughed as Izuku yelped and flew across the threshold.
“Dad!” you exclaimed cheerily throughout the quiet home, “I’m home and I brought a guest!”
Izuku looked around the house and saw small All Might figurines scattered in random locations everywhere. He knew that you were a huge All Might fan, but having memorabilia in every room of the house must mean that everyone in this house must love All Might. Izuku took in the sight and chuckled nervously to himself.
“I’ll be out in a second! I’m taking my medicine!” someone yelled from a back room.
Izuku froze.
His eyebrows slightly furrowed and his mouth flew agape at the sound of the person’s voice. He recognized it from somewhere– he knew he did, but… he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
As soon as the man walked through the hallway, into sight, Izuku saw a wavey blonde drape of familiar, golden hair. It was followed by a sillouet that he had seen much of lately.
Holy…
It finally hit him.
Izuku just about jumped out of his skin in at the sight. In front of you and him, was the man who had recently begun to train him– All Might.
The boy let out a long, high pitched whimper as the two males just gawked at each other awkwardly with their mouths opened. A faint white noise could also be heard as the atmosphere grew heavy.
You noticed the tension and furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.
Finally, Izuku broke the silence with a squeal, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, ALL MIGH-”
“MIGHTY NICE TO MEET YOU, MY BOY!” All Might interrupted, going to shake Midoriya’s hand and throw him a wary glance that begged “please for the love of god shut up.”
Izuku remained frozen in shock, his hand limp in All Mights grasp as you spoke up, “Do… you two know each other or something?” You tilted your head in confusion.
Izuku gave an awkwardly hard, nervous chuckle,
“Nope! I mean-I don’t think so.”
“I have never met this young man in my life!”
The two males simultaneously exclaimed. They threw each other one more horrified glance before finally breaking eye contact with each other and grimacing towards the ground.
Toshinori spoke up, “Y/N, my dear, why don’t you go grab the trash and take it outside for me? Trash day is tomorrow.” He tried to look earnestly into your eyes, but he couldn’t help the frantic undertones in his voice.
“Awh…man. Can’t I take it tomorrow morning? I just got in the house!” you complained. Luckily for Toshinori, you were more focused on not wanting to do the task itself, than on his suspicious behavior.
“I cooked some fish earlier today and didn’t finish it all. I had to throw it away and I don’t want it to end up stinking up the entire house!” he glanced to the side, ’This stinks enough as is! Shit.’ he thought to himself.
“Okay, okay. I’ll get it for you.” you complied. As soon as you walked out of the house the two men started freaking out.
“DOES SHE NOT KNOW YOU’RE ALL MIGHT!?” Izuku gripped at his hair as if to contain the stress of the situation.
“Keep it down, kid! She likes to snoop! And no, she doesn’t know! I’d like to keep it that way too!”
Izuku threw his face in his palm, “Just my luck! Of course, when I finally find a cool girl that talks to me, she has to live in the same house as my mentor!”
“With all respect young man please don’t think of my kid that way… Ever.” All Might twisted his face into an almost painful grimace.
“You.. dad… HER DAD?! SHE’S YOUR KID?!”
All Might bit his tongue in shock, “Yes! So please keep your teenage hormones in check, young man.”
“Oh no! All Might’s about to give me ‘the talk!’” the young boy cried.
“I AM NOT! Quiet down before you blow our cover!” He threw a finger up as if to hush the younger boy.
You walked back into the home, “Is everything all right in here? I thought I heard yelling.”
Izuku and Toshinori furiously nodded their heads.
“Mhmm!” the younger man assured, “Everything is All Might- I MEAN ALRIGHT!” he laughed nervously, “Everything is alright in here!” he corrected himself as Toshinori deflated in disappointment. How embarrassing. It took every ounce of his willpower to keep from melting away from this existence right then and there.
You sighed, “Oh… I know what’s going on here,” you threw your hands on you hips as you shook your head.
The two men gulped, "you do?” they both asked in unison.
“Yep,” You replied as she put her hands on your hips, “You’re weirded out by all these memorabilia in the living room! It’s not Dad’s stuff! My room in this place is just smaller than the one I had at my other home, so I had to keep some things out here for a while while I figured out what to do with them! Don’t worry! My dad isn’t as weird as he looks.” you teased as both of the men sighed in relief.
After that day Izuku didn’t really come by your place much. You simply figured that your father must have frightened him or given him the “overprotective dad” speech. Whatever the reason, your friend and you would have to hang out at his house whenever you hung out after school.
lol lemme know if you guys want more excerpts from this story! I have a lot saved in drafts (draft number rn is like 42 and counting HA. (Someone save me from myself))
liability // villain!sero hanta x femreader
Rating: Explicit Characters: (Villain) Sero Hanta Inspiration: My piece for the Citrus Dome Discord server’s Hero/Villain Redemption Collaboration. Okay listen, I love Sero Hanta and this boy does not nearly get enough credit for what a good boy he is. Get ready to thirst for a tape dispenser folks. Prompt: You’re captured by a villain/hero. This is a double whammy! The character you pick must be written with the opposite alignment. So, if they are heroes, they must be portrayed as villains. If they are villains, they must be depicted as heroes. On top of that, you (reader) or they must try and corrupt or redeem the other character! Tags: Villain!Sero Hanta, bondage, shibari, overstimulation, oral, vaginal sex, abuse, talk of sexual assault. (The last two are not Sero and only last like, a paragraph or two.) Word Count: ~6.4k Collab Masterlist here
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The museum was dead silent with the exception of your brush making slow, careful strokes on the painting you were working on. Of course, it was expected that it was dead silent. You were at work near in the middle of the night. It wasn’t that the restoration department was noisy during the day, but there was always some sort of audio. Someone talking, other people working, someone sipping tea. And for this specific piece, you wanted absolute silence to concentrate. Not even music. Dead silence. It was the first time you’d found a piece by your absolute favorite artist and you had begged to be the one to restore it. But in order to concentrate as much as you felt you needed to, there had to be no noise. So you’d gotten permission to stay late, after the museum closed. And you were grateful. This was going to be the absolute highlight of your career. You pause to dip your brush into the specialty varnish remover and hear a noise. You pause, and glance at the clock. It wasn’t time for the security guard to make the rounds. You immediately feel on edge. No one else is supposed to be here. Maybe… maybe something just fell over in the artifact room. You grab your cell phone, trying not to think about how utterly impossible that is, and turn on your flashlight app. You exit your offices in the restoration department and head to the next door, where the artifacts not currently on display are held. It’s possible that the security guard made rounds early. Likely more possible than something falling over. Especially since the door to the artifact room is ajar. You’d go in, see the guard, and then maybe it was time to head home. You make it only a handful of steps in before you hear something that sounds vaguely familiar, and you’re quickly wrapped in some kind of tape. You immediately struggle but lose your balance, falling to the ground. Your phone skids away from you and slides directly under a shelf. You stare at the spot in dismay and when someone speaks up behind you, you freeze at the voice.
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I LIKE IT.
Can I request a scenario where Bakugou's got a crush on a kind of shy and insecure s/o and they don;t swear in class. But one day he see's they get a phone call from a friend--maybe overhearing them say hold on I'll call them too for a three-way (phone call still--I miss when phones did that) and all of a sudden s/o is loud and confident and swearing up a storm and takl about their crush Bakugou and the class They're just shy in class because they're intimidated by being around great people.
Bakugou Katsuki:
(Full Name) had easily become the shy and quiet girl of class 1-A since she had started at UA. Maybe even rivalling Koda in terms of amount of times one had heard them talk.
Therefore it was logical to expect someone like Bakugou to stay as far away as possible from someone had had literally the most opposite of his personality as one could have.
But it was fairly obvious why he always hung out around them and did most of the talking. He was smitten with her. The way he toned down his swearing and attempted to be nice was enough of a reason to cause Kaminari, Sero and Kirishima to tease the poor hot head during lunch everyday whenever (Name) had silently waved to him.
Poor Bakugou could not help but plus as his friends chuckled and pointed out his goofy smirk and pink dusted cheeks from such a simple gesture from the girl.
“Just ask her out already dude.” Kaminari spoke like it was such a simple and easy idea.
“You don’t fucking think I’ve wanted to?!” Bakugou called back, his hair getting spikier from his anger.
“What’s the problem then? Its pretty obvious (Name)-san likes you back.” Sero chuckled as Bakugou was left speechless.
“Are you shitting me Smiley?!” He yelled, his hands slamming down on the table.
“Nope. She likes you bro.” Kirishima patted his back and gave him a thumbs up. “Go win over your woman!”
Later that day, Bakugou was preparing himself up to ask out the quiet beauty. Aizawa was rambling on about something or another, the blond boy not really caring about whatever the hell he was talking out.
The final bell rang and Aizawa dismissed his students. Bakugou took and deep breath, knowing that he was going to get a yes from you when he would cooly stride up to you desk and ask you out.
As he stood up he paused when he noticed (Name)’s phone suddenly going off. She smiled down at the number and rushed out of the classroom, wanting to talk to whoever was on the other side of the line privately.
“I’ve never see (Name)-chan look so excited.” Tsu mumbled.
“It must be an old friend from middle school! She told me they were calling her after school today!” Uraraka explained and then spat out her breath as she observed Mineta and Kaminari walking towards the door.
“Hush guys!” Mineta cried out. “I wanna hear what kind of conversations a babe like (Name) has!”
“Awe I bet its about cute things like animals and sweets!” Kaminari drooled.
“Everyone stop! This is not polite to our classmate!” Iida scolded the pervy boys.
“WHA?! SHUT UP YOU ASSHOLE!”
Everyone suddenly froze and blinked. That sounded a lot like… but it couldn’t be…
“Pshhh yeah he’s kinda a dumb fuck… I’ve been giving him all the signals that I like his stupid ass… but well boys will be boys.”
Was that (Name)? She swore? She could be sarcastic? She could be louder than a whisper?
“Holy shit… Bakugou you’re girl swears like you…” Kirishima mumbled, only to be hit the next second.
“She ain’t my women shit face!”
“Hush! She just hung up! Everyone act normal!” Mina cried out and dove towards her desk again.
Everyone froze on the spot and pretended to be having a conversation or on their phones. The door reopened and (Name) walked back in as if nothing had ever happened or that she had a secret loud and confident personality under that shy demeanor.
(Name) paused when she could feel everyone watching her. “Yes?”
Everyone quickly flushed and looked away. (Name) simply sighed. This is why she never talked… they were all so intimidating and she was afraid her true self would make a bad impression.
Maybe that’s why she liked Bakugou… because that hot piece of ass didn’t give a single shit. And to her, that was fucking hot.
how would a love triangle between bakugo and todoroki go? i know you only said one character but this has been on my mind for a while 😣
hi hi !! omg no worries 💕 ahhh i see 👀 this is intriguing lol. see, i thought about this and it slowly turned to a poly relationship and i’m not even polyamorous 😂 but put me in a fucking harem and i just might sjahgahaal
anyways i tried thinking about it in a mature way as i think these boys would eventually. once they get passed the competitiveness & jealousy lol. i think they’d just want you to be happy with whoever you’d pick in the end 😌
phase 1 - fuck off, they’re mine
the first and longest phase of this love triangle omg especially on bakugou’s end. i think bakugou would be the one to confront todoroki as he keeps seeing him getting close to you. “back off, crossbreed. you fucking dumb, stupid or dumb?” todoroki would literally be quiet and in shock that bakugou was noticing and from the fact that he’s pining for you too. “like hell i’d let you and y/n happen. consider this a warning.” now todoroki is not the type to cower so expect lots of confrontations between the two. “who are you to decide what happens? no one ever tell you superiority complexes aren’t a good look?” ahsgshjsk the sass 😭. kaminari and kirishima would try and ease the tension as best they can. passive aggressiveness around you and full on aggression when you’re not there lol.
phase 2 - kinda civil but not really
ahhh the second phase. something tells me bakugou and todoroki would want to show you the good sides of them. and for this reason, they would chill out with aggression. both of them are always secretly waiting for you to talk to them or even just look their way. lots of glances from afar and heart beating fast when you get put on a team together. everything is great until they’re face to face with each other. “shit.” you’d start trying to figure out how to complete the assignment and todoroki would suggest “we should go right.” “left.” he’d turn towards bakugou already getting pissed off but then turns towards you. “where do you think we should go, y/n?” both of them would be waiting for your answer, wishing you’d be on their side. “hmm let’s turn right.” you reply heading in that direction. “see? i’m more compatible than you.” todoroki pls 😩
phase 3 - pact ??
um they care about you sm ?? both are super observant and will notice when something is wrong. by this phase, they’ve already gotten used to each pining for you. doesn’t mean they want the other to end up with you. it’s just that they want to focus on you and how you view them individually. one day maybe something was really bothering you or someone, and it was just affecting everything you did. isolating yourself, talking less, or even your quirk was acting up. you’d think no one would notice, but oh these two do. “hey bakugou. did you see y/n?” “course i fucking did. something’s off.” these simps are worried even if they show it in different ways. would work together to try and be there for you. would ask you if you wanna talk and if you don’t want to, the door is still open for whenever 🥺
phase 4 - bodyguards that simp for you
protective bois™️ whether you open up to them or not, they are both always watching out for you. “oi, prince zuko. some bastard is tryna pull something on y/n.” nooo not that nickname bakugou 😟 todoroki wouldn’t get it lol and just answer “on it.” this duo is there in 0.001 seconds and already threatening that person. “listen up dipshit. you wanna mess with somebody, we’re both here and ready.” hands already setting off sparks and fire. i would recommend they run for the hills tbh lol. if you get any romantic offers or attention, they’re both salty and pouty. together. “i wanna kick their ass.” “yeah, kinda has a punchable face.” they’re sulking and bonding ?? while you are focusing your attention on someone else. maybe obliviously or not intentionally but yeah they’re 🧂
final phase - me or him ??
we have made it to the final phase, finally lol. this is when they’ve finally gotten over the fact that the other has strong feelings for you and has built a connection with you. phase 1 started with bakugou and final phase will be started by todoroki. he would pull bakugou aside to have a mature conversation that he plans on eventually confessing to you. and that he felt that it would be fair to let him know before he does. “i want to tell y/n how i feel. if you want to do the same, i’m not gonna stop you.” this time it’s bakugou’s turn to be silent. “whatever.” expect confessions in different ways and at different times. todoroki’s would be really sweet + straightforward while bakugou would beat around the bush a bit until he gets frustrated and just blurts it out lol. the important thing is, who would you choose ?? 👀
why did i make this so long i’m sorry 😭
credits to me for the first gif. i had to make it since i really wanted that scene but couldn’t find a gif 😭
how would a love triangle between bakugo and todoroki go? i know you only said one character but this has been on my mind for a while 😣
hi hi !! omg no worries 💕 ahhh i see 👀 this is intriguing lol. see, i thought about this and it slowly turned to a poly relationship and i’m not even polyamorous 😂 but put me in a fucking harem and i just might sjahgahaal
anyways i tried thinking about it in a mature way as i think these boys would eventually. once they get passed the competitiveness & jealousy lol. i think they’d just want you to be happy with whoever you’d pick in the end 😌
phase 1 - fuck off, they’re mine
the first and longest phase of this love triangle omg especially on bakugou’s end. i think bakugou would be the one to confront todoroki as he keeps seeing him getting close to you. “back off, crossbreed. you fucking dumb, stupid or dumb?” todoroki would literally be quiet and in shock that bakugou was noticing and from the fact that he’s pining for you too. “like hell i’d let you and y/n happen. consider this a warning.” now todoroki is not the type to cower so expect lots of confrontations between the two. “who are you to decide what happens? no one ever tell you superiority complexes aren’t a good look?” ahsgshjsk the sass 😭. kaminari and kirishima would try and ease the tension as best they can. passive aggressiveness around you and full on aggression when you’re not there lol.
phase 2 - kinda civil but not really
ahhh the second phase. something tells me bakugou and todoroki would want to show you the good sides of them. and for this reason, they would chill out with aggression. both of them are always secretly waiting for you to talk to them or even just look their way. lots of glances from afar and heart beating fast when you get put on a team together. everything is great until they’re face to face with each other. “shit.” you’d start trying to figure out how to complete the assignment and todoroki would suggest “we should go right.” “left.” he’d turn towards bakugou already getting pissed off but then turns towards you. “where do you think we should go, y/n?” both of them would be waiting for your answer, wishing you’d be on their side. “hmm let’s turn right.” you reply heading in that direction. “see? i’m more compatible than you.” todoroki pls 😩
phase 3 - pact ??
um they care about you sm ?? both are super observant and will notice when something is wrong. by this phase, they’ve already gotten used to each pining for you. doesn’t mean they want the other to end up with you. it’s just that they want to focus on you and how you view them individually. one day maybe something was really bothering you or someone, and it was just affecting everything you did. isolating yourself, talking less, or even your quirk was acting up. you’d think no one would notice, but oh these two do. “hey bakugou. did you see y/n?” “course i fucking did. something’s off.” these simps are worried even if they show it in different ways. would work together to try and be there for you. would ask you if you wanna talk and if you don’t want to, the door is still open for whenever 🥺
phase 4 - bodyguards that simp for you
protective bois™️ whether you open up to them or not, they are both always watching out for you. “oi, prince zuko. some bastard is tryna pull something on y/n.” nooo not that nickname bakugou 😟 todoroki wouldn’t get it lol and just answer “on it.” this duo is there in 0.001 seconds and already threatening that person. “listen up dipshit. you wanna mess with somebody, we’re both here and ready.” hands already setting off sparks and fire. i would recommend they run for the hills tbh lol. if you get any romantic offers or attention, they’re both salty and pouty. together. “i wanna kick their ass.” “yeah, kinda has a punchable face.” they’re sulking and bonding ?? while you are focusing your attention on someone else. maybe obliviously or not intentionally but yeah they’re 🧂
final phase - me or him ??
we have made it to the final phase, finally lol. this is when they’ve finally gotten over the fact that the other has strong feelings for you and has built a connection with you. phase 1 started with bakugou and final phase will be started by todoroki. he would pull bakugou aside to have a mature conversation that he plans on eventually confessing to you. and that he felt that it would be fair to let him know before he does. “i want to tell y/n how i feel. if you want to do the same, i’m not gonna stop you.” this time it’s bakugou’s turn to be silent. “whatever.” expect confessions in different ways and at different times. todoroki’s would be really sweet + straightforward while bakugou would beat around the bush a bit until he gets frustrated and just blurts it out lol. the important thing is, who would you choose ?? 👀
why did i make this so long i’m sorry 😭
credits to me for the first gif. i had to make it since i really wanted that scene but couldn’t find a gif 😭
how would a love triangle between bakugo and todoroki go? i know you only said one character but this has been on my mind for a while 😣
hi hi !! omg no worries 💕 ahhh i see 👀 this is intriguing lol. see, i thought about this and it slowly turned to a poly relationship and i’m not even polyamorous 😂 but put me in a fucking harem and i just might sjahgahaal
anyways i tried thinking about it in a mature way as i think these boys would eventually. once they get passed the competitiveness & jealousy lol. i think they’d just want you to be happy with whoever you’d pick in the end 😌
phase 1 - fuck off, they’re mine
the first and longest phase of this love triangle omg especially on bakugou’s end. i think bakugou would be the one to confront todoroki as he keeps seeing him getting close to you. “back off, crossbreed. you fucking dumb, stupid or dumb?” todoroki would literally be quiet and in shock that bakugou was noticing and from the fact that he’s pining for you too. “like hell i’d let you and y/n happen. consider this a warning.” now todoroki is not the type to cower so expect lots of confrontations between the two. “who are you to decide what happens? no one ever tell you superiority complexes aren’t a good look?” ahsgshjsk the sass 😭. kaminari and kirishima would try and ease the tension as best they can. passive aggressiveness around you and full on aggression when you’re not there lol.
phase 2 - kinda civil but not really
ahhh the second phase. something tells me bakugou and todoroki would want to show you the good sides of them. and for this reason, they would chill out with aggression. both of them are always secretly waiting for you to talk to them or even just look their way. lots of glances from afar and heart beating fast when you get put on a team together. everything is great until they’re face to face with each other. “shit.” you’d start trying to figure out how to complete the assignment and todoroki would suggest “we should go right.” “left.” he’d turn towards bakugou already getting pissed off but then turns towards you. “where do you think we should go, y/n?” both of them would be waiting for your answer, wishing you’d be on their side. “hmm let’s turn right.” you reply heading in that direction. “see? i’m more compatible than you.” todoroki pls 😩
phase 3 - pact ??
um they care about you sm ?? both are super observant and will notice when something is wrong. by this phase, they’ve already gotten used to each pining for you. doesn’t mean they want the other to end up with you. it’s just that they want to focus on you and how you view them individually. one day maybe something was really bothering you or someone, and it was just affecting everything you did. isolating yourself, talking less, or even your quirk was acting up. you’d think no one would notice, but oh these two do. “hey bakugou. did you see y/n?” “course i fucking did. something’s off.” these simps are worried even if they show it in different ways. would work together to try and be there for you. would ask you if you wanna talk and if you don’t want to, the door is still open for whenever 🥺
phase 4 - bodyguards that simp for you
protective bois™️ whether you open up to them or not, they are both always watching out for you. “oi, prince zuko. some bastard is tryna pull something on y/n.” nooo not that nickname bakugou 😟 todoroki wouldn’t get it lol and just answer “on it.” this duo is there in 0.001 seconds and already threatening that person. “listen up dipshit. you wanna mess with somebody, we’re both here and ready.” hands already setting off sparks and fire. i would recommend they run for the hills tbh lol. if you get any romantic offers or attention, they’re both salty and pouty. together. “i wanna kick their ass.” “yeah, kinda has a punchable face.” they’re sulking and bonding ?? while you are focusing your attention on someone else. maybe obliviously or not intentionally but yeah they’re 🧂
final phase - me or him ??
we have made it to the final phase, finally lol. this is when they’ve finally gotten over the fact that the other has strong feelings for you and has built a connection with you. phase 1 started with bakugou and final phase will be started by todoroki. he would pull bakugou aside to have a mature conversation that he plans on eventually confessing to you. and that he felt that it would be fair to let him know before he does. “i want to tell y/n how i feel. if you want to do the same, i’m not gonna stop you.” this time it’s bakugou’s turn to be silent. “whatever.” expect confessions in different ways and at different times. todoroki’s would be really sweet + straightforward while bakugou would beat around the bush a bit until he gets frustrated and just blurts it out lol. the important thing is, who would you choose ?? 👀
why did i make this so long i’m sorry 😭
credits to me for the first gif. i had to make it since i really wanted that scene but couldn’t find a gif 😭
how would a love triangle between bakugo and todoroki go? i know you only said one character but this has been on my mind for a while 😣
hi hi !! omg no worries 💕 ahhh i see 👀 this is intriguing lol. see, i thought about this and it slowly turned to a poly relationship and i’m not even polyamorous 😂 but put me in a fucking harem and i just might sjahgahaal
anyways i tried thinking about it in a mature way as i think these boys would eventually. once they get passed the competitiveness & jealousy lol. i think they’d just want you to be happy with whoever you’d pick in the end 😌
phase 1 - fuck off, they’re mine
the first and longest phase of this love triangle omg especially on bakugou’s end. i think bakugou would be the one to confront todoroki as he keeps seeing him getting close to you. “back off, crossbreed. you fucking dumb, stupid or dumb?” todoroki would literally be quiet and in shock that bakugou was noticing and from the fact that he’s pining for you too. “like hell i’d let you and y/n happen. consider this a warning.” now todoroki is not the type to cower so expect lots of confrontations between the two. “who are you to decide what happens? no one ever tell you superiority complexes aren’t a good look?” ahsgshjsk the sass 😭. kaminari and kirishima would try and ease the tension as best they can. passive aggressiveness around you and full on aggression when you’re not there lol.
phase 2 - kinda civil but not really
ahhh the second phase. something tells me bakugou and todoroki would want to show you the good sides of them. and for this reason, they would chill out with aggression. both of them are always secretly waiting for you to talk to them or even just look their way. lots of glances from afar and heart beating fast when you get put on a team together. everything is great until they’re face to face with each other. “shit.” you’d start trying to figure out how to complete the assignment and todoroki would suggest “we should go right.” “left.” he’d turn towards bakugou already getting pissed off but then turns towards you. “where do you think we should go, y/n?” both of them would be waiting for your answer, wishing you’d be on their side. “hmm let’s turn right.” you reply heading in that direction. “see? i’m more compatible than you.” todoroki pls 😩
phase 3 - pact ??
um they care about you sm ?? both are super observant and will notice when something is wrong. by this phase, they’ve already gotten used to each pining for you. doesn’t mean they want the other to end up with you. it’s just that they want to focus on you and how you view them individually. one day maybe something was really bothering you or someone, and it was just affecting everything you did. isolating yourself, talking less, or even your quirk was acting up. you’d think no one would notice, but oh these two do. “hey bakugou. did you see y/n?” “course i fucking did. something’s off.” these simps are worried even if they show it in different ways. would work together to try and be there for you. would ask you if you wanna talk and if you don’t want to, the door is still open for whenever 🥺
phase 4 - bodyguards that simp for you
protective bois™️ whether you open up to them or not, they are both always watching out for you. “oi, prince zuko. some bastard is tryna pull something on y/n.” nooo not that nickname bakugou 😟 todoroki wouldn’t get it lol and just answer “on it.” this duo is there in 0.001 seconds and already threatening that person. “listen up dipshit. you wanna mess with somebody, we’re both here and ready.” hands already setting off sparks and fire. i would recommend they run for the hills tbh lol. if you get any romantic offers or attention, they’re both salty and pouty. together. “i wanna kick their ass.” “yeah, kinda has a punchable face.” they’re sulking and bonding ?? while you are focusing your attention on someone else. maybe obliviously or not intentionally but yeah they’re 🧂
final phase - me or him ??
we have made it to the final phase, finally lol. this is when they’ve finally gotten over the fact that the other has strong feelings for you and has built a connection with you. phase 1 started with bakugou and final phase will be started by todoroki. he would pull bakugou aside to have a mature conversation that he plans on eventually confessing to you. and that he felt that it would be fair to let him know before he does. “i want to tell y/n how i feel. if you want to do the same, i’m not gonna stop you.” this time it’s bakugou’s turn to be silent. “whatever.” expect confessions in different ways and at different times. todoroki’s would be really sweet + straightforward while bakugou would beat around the bush a bit until he gets frustrated and just blurts it out lol. the important thing is, who would you choose ?? 👀
why did i make this so long i’m sorry 😭
credits to me for the first gif. i had to make it since i really wanted that scene but couldn’t find a gif 😭
[4:56 pm]
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”
Immediately, your eyes bug out at the sound of your husband coming home and bursting through the door. Your hands that had been playing with the teddy bear on the bed stills, and you freeze for a moment.
Your daughter, Kamiko, also now having been surprised at the noise, looks up at you to gauge your reaction and dictate how she should feel, eyes like Katsuki’s blinking up at you. You gnaw your lip as there’s another yell, one of your name, and you’re quick to look at your daughter and hold a finger to your lips to keep her quiet, though giggling softly to ease her. She giggles back, and you shush her softly.
“YOUVE GOT SOME EXPLAINING TO DO!”
Okay. Maybe spending an unspeakable amount on pastries was fair to make him rage. But in your defense, you never get to go into that bakery!
Katsuki knows the absolute fortune you tend to shell out for their pastries, and he tries his damn hardest to keep you out of there. He knows they’re good, but he tells you that ‘that’s not the point.’
So, naturally, when he went to work and you and Kamiko made your way to run errands, the smell of chocolate and cinnamon rolls were just too enticing to ignore. You’d made your way into the quiet bakery and grabbed things that would surely be appreciated by Katsuki.
Apparently, however, he saw the damage on his credit card before your kindness can show.
Whups.
You’re quick to lay down on your side- back facing the door and body curled around Kamiko- still holding a finger to your lips, and when she gives you a nod of understanding, you close your eyes just in time for angry feet to storm down the hallway to your room. You hear the door fly open, and you can feel the crimson eyes of your husband boring into the back of your skull.
“I’m going to absolutely destroy you-“
“Dadda,” your two year old whispers, and you hear her ease out a soft ‘shhhh.’ “Mumma sleepin’.”
“Is she?” He snarls, unconvinced. “And she let you stay awake? Just because?”
“Was sleepin’ too, dadda. Woke me up…”
Where she learned to be such a good liar, you’ll never know.
You hear Katsuki let out an impatient exhale through his nose, clearly weighing his options as your breathing continues its rhythmic pace, mimicking sleep. Kamiko’s tiny hand pats your cheek affectionately. “Dadda, shhhh…”
Katsuki sighs dramatically, and you are surprised to feel the soft peck against your temple, massive, calloused hand smoothing down your back. “We will discuss this later,” he snarls in your ear. “Get some rest, Kami. I’m gonna start dinner, okay?”
“Okay dadda!” She chirps, and when you hear his feet pad away and the door close, your eyes fly open and a smile spreads wide over your face.
“You’re such a little troublemaker!” You growl playfully, taking the little girl into your arms and kissing her all over. She squeals at your affections and gently shoves your face away. “Ohhh just like your mommy! And your uncle Denki! He’s gonna be so-“
“I KNEW YOU WERENT ASLEEP!”
The door slams back open, and a disgruntled Katsuki immediately flies back in, gathering you and Kamiko in each arm. You two shriek, but the smiles on your face absolutely plastered, unbudging from your faces as he manhandles you- Kamiko, with a raspberry on her cheek back onto the bed, and you, over his shoulder mercilessly.
“YOU SPENT ¥13000 IN THAT STUPID BAKERY?! AND YOU GOT OUR DAUGHTER TO LIE TO ME?!” He’s trying as hard as he can to keep the smirk off his face, though you hear it breaking through in his shouts.
Your fists bang against his back, nails digging in, but he’s unrelenting, and you whine out when he makes a fake move to drop you. “I-I wanted coffee cake!” You titter, screwing your eyes shut. “Kami! Help me!”
“Go, dadda!”
“WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON!” You bark in betrayal.
“The winning side,” he snickers, turning on his feet to carry you out of the room. “If you help me punish mumma, I won’t punish you so bad, Kami.”
“Yeah!”
“NO!”
Was it worth having one of the cupcakes getting smushed into your face? Not really (though him kissing you through the frosting was definitely worth something!)
Was it worth the memory you’d only added to the vault as a family?
God, yes.
Sweet Eyes And Butterflies (Bakugo x Kirishima Fluff)
Fandom: Bnha / Mha Warnings: None! (Except for an ooc Bakugo I guess?) Words: 683 (Sorry it’s so short!) Requested by: @i-happen-to-be-a-sociopath Request/Prompt: hello there! if it's not too much trouble, would you be willing to write some fluff for my bois kiri and bakugo. something soft or sleepy, or both. please and thank you~
AN It’s never trouble! Sorry, it took so gosh darn long... I struggled so hard to imagine this, that it’s really short, but I hope you at least kinda like it?
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Bakugo knew that if he wanted to stay at the top of his classes, he would need to study harder and harder every time he opened his book. He was well aware of the unwavering Todoroki, and somehow Deku even came close to scoring the same as him recently. He decided that the only logical explanation was that he wasn’t studying as hard as he used to, and he needed to up his game. But that was growing difficult every second.
Why was the most dedicated guy in class struggling to focus on one single, stupid scientific scenario? Simple. His adorable, freaking, boyfriend, was asleep on his bed and cuddled up into a ball. His spikey red hair lacked any product, so it fell around his face in soft little puffs of fire, and his mouth had fallen slightly open. But most importantly, he was all snuggled up and warm in Bakugo’s brand new, black sweatshirt. How unfair was that!
He huffed and looked back at his pair. Light particles had never particularly interested him, but neither had sharks before this year, so who’s to say it wouldn’t grow on him throughout this unit? That being said, each second that passes with Kirishima sleeping in his bed while he’s learning new facts about refraction and different mediums makes him hate it more and more.
He wants nothing more than to throw his binder and textbook out the window and lie down next to his boyfriend, but he was torn. What would happen if Deku surpassed him? How would he manage?
Simple answer, he wouldn’t. It was stupid, Kirishima made him well aware of that, but it isn’t his fault when that stupid idiot thought he was better than everyone else! He just had to push himself harder.
Everyone was surprised when Bakugo and Kirishima were ‘revealed’ as a coupe, but no one was more shocked than them. They had been a couple for three months, and they never felt the needed to say anything about it, but it’s not like they hid it. They flirted in front of everyone- pretty sure they’ve kissed in front of everyone too. So, when the majority of class 1A went to the park and saw them kissing on a bench, their reaction was like a cold wakeup call. Apparently, no one managed to pick up on it- which just proved how utterly ridiculous his class was.
Bakugo blushed at the memory... It was a colder fall day, and they had been missing each other for the entire week. So, they decided that they would forget studying for one day and go out on a much needed day. The problem was, Kirishima had forgotten his gloves. Like the great boyfriend, he was, Bakugo st of mini-explosions onto Kirishima’s hardened hands. It was so freaking adorable, and as a thank you, Eijiro had kissed his nose. Which, of course, lead to a full-blown makeout session in the middle of an empty park- until the park wasn’t empty anymore.
The class was practically screaming at them- Bakugo almost sent a fire-ball there way. Nevertheless, he simply pulled his boyfriend's body onto his lap and they stayed close together to keep warm.
“Baby...?” A voice had drawn out the nickname three times longer than it should have been said, and it was laced with sleepiness. “Come to bed,” he whispered.
Maybe it was the trip down Memory Lane that finally got him to put down his pencil, but in nearly two seconds he was cuddled against Kirishima, while the red-head buried his face in Bakugo’s shoulder.
“You’re so warm,” he whispered, his hot breath tickled Bakugo’s skin.
“Thank’s babe, you’re pretty hot too,” he said with a lazy smile before he fell into the plushness that is the hoard of blankets and pillows Kirishima had accumulated.
They had been in that position for an hour or two- long enough that both of them thought the other was far into sleep.
“God,” Bakugo breathed slightly out of his noes, “I love you so fucking much.”
.
.
.
“I love you too,”
No Place Like Home
bnha Warning: Angsty, kinda gory? Happy ending Requested By: @wolffamilygang Request/ Prompt: Can I request an Aizawa x quirkless female daughter reader? Like the reader have been in the army and helped across the world? And then something happens making her lose her right arm, but it was replaced with a metal arm kind like Bucky from Avengers. And she comes home after years and surprises her dad at school and he’s crying and just so happy to see her again?
The gentle humming of the train's motor rung through the carts, as Y/n leaned her head back against the vibrating walls. While her eyes were closed, she could feel the looks people were giving her.
It was always a mixture- depending on where she was people could either be thankful and polite, or they could be disgusted by her. It hurt, it does hurt, but she has grown stronger, and she knows better than to let it get to her.
After a little more than four years, she was granted FEL, or Family Emergency Leave. When she finally heard about the attack, she was worried that it would be too late. Y/n was used to her father's calls, emails, and video chat’s, and it shocked her when they didn’t come in; but she figured it was just because the school year was in full swing, and he was busy. She can still remember when she was told what happened.
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She and the platoon she was acting as Platoon Sergeant over had just gotten back to base after facing one of the worst days of their lives. It was rough, and they were all tired. Y/n had headed straight to her tent, and she sighed at her makeshift work desk- they had lost great soldiers and close friends that day.
She doesn’t have to try too hard to see her Commanding Officer standing outside of her corners. It wasn’t unusual for the two of them to sit together after a rough day, they often needed the other to bounce back. Y/n knew the letters of condolences had piled high that day, and she would need her friend there for her.
“Permission to enter, Sergeant Aizawa?”
“Permission granted, Commanding Officer,” she sighed and shifted over to the edge of her bed.
Aaron had been Y/n’s saving grace throughout her four years. They had met during her basic combat training, while he was on stand-by with the rest of his platoon.
They were almost nothing alike, but that’s why they got along so well. Still, it wasn’t hard to see just how much they relied on each other. That’s why his silence was so suspicious when he entered, he was always there to make her feel better, but he couldn’t bring himself to smile.
“Aaron,” she shifted on her blankets, growing awkward with the uncharacteristically quiet room, “are you okay?”
“I don’t know how to tell you this,” he had sighed and scratched his neck. He can remember the conversations spent at two, three, four am, when they talked about their families- what they had going on at home.
Bak in japan, everyone had such high expectations for her. She was the daughter of an A-tier hero, and she was supposed to live up to that legacy. And then, she didn’t have a quirk. As much as she tried to not let it show, it hurt too much, knowing that she would never be the kind of hero her father was.
So, she joined the army. It had evolved a lot since quirks were developed, but apparently, it was still a quirkless-dominated field. While it shocked her that a lot of her fellow soldiers had no quirks, it was a great comfort. Other countries seemed to have the same diversity, so it was never a heavily weighted difference, with the exception of what had happened earlier that day.
But being in the army, going through the ranks, it was an amazing feat of satisfaction, and Y/n loved every second of it. No one she met had heard of her father, no one could judge her, no one was superior in anything other than rank.
It took less than two months for Y/n to grow completely addicted to her new life. The adrenaline, the rush, it was a high that she never experienced before, and she was hooked.
In two years, tragedy struck. The platoon she belonged to was faced against a Q-soldier army. Meaning that this fight was weighted against them. One of the quirk holders was a man who was deranged, in every sense of the word. His quirk presented itself as an emitter quirk, where he produced an aroma that incapacitated the enemy, but in reality, it was much darker.
He had approached her first, as she laid on the ground unable to move, but still very conscious. He stalked toward her like a wolf that had blood dripping from its mouth. As he crouched down next to her fallen body, he grabbed her arm and the entire platoon heard her scream, as it was torn from her body.
They had barely made it out that day with most of their soldiers, one of their own Q-soldiers had shown up, and they were able to clear the way for the group to escape.
Y/n had been carried away by her Commanding Officer, who she knew as CO Kelly. Later on, after being whisked away by the medical practitioners in her base, she learned to mourn the loss of her limb. It was bittersweet, as her metal arm gave her many abilities, but with it came insecurities.
She had been crying herself to sleep for a week until her Commanding officer came in to comfort her. He stayed by her until she had dealt with the trauma as well as she could have, and she even started to accept the foreign material. During those times, the two grew closer, until Commanding Officer Kelly was just Aaron, the black-haired, blue-eyed boy who whispered his hopes and dreams t her in the dead of night.
After the tragedy, she bounced back and quickly rose through the ranks thanks to the metal attached to her, which made her stand out among her peers. It wasn’t long until she and Aaron Kelly were working closely together, he as Commanding Officer, and her as Staff Sergeant.
They knew almost everything about each other, it was important to have something to hold onto out here, it’s easy to get lost in the fighting, in the blood. If you weren’t careful, you’d lose yourself- everyone had seen it happen before. That’s probably why they never let the other stray too far from their sides.
Aaron had sat next to Y/n on her bed, and his breaths were uneven and forced. It was worrying to see her friend so stressed, so Y/n reached out, and she placed a hand on his arm- only to feel exactly how flexed and stressed he was.
“You can tell me anything you know, I’ll always be here for you,” She said, trying to ease his anxiety.
“It’s not about me,” his eyes darted around the room, never staying in one place for too long, “It’s about your dad.”
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Y/n would have usually blushed, as she remembered how she had sobbed all over her best friend; but her concern for her father kept her from something that frivolous. Her father, the unbreakable hero, had been hurt so bad that they were letting her go to him. It was scary, and she only hoped she would make it there in time.
The stares on her had lightened up by the smallest bit, but she had to crack her eyes open to pinpoint where the glare was coming from that held her by its death-grip.
She looked around until she spotted a green-haired boy sitting across from her. He blushed hard and looked down when he realized he had been caught staring.
“I-i I’m so sorry! I swear I wasn’t, I didn’t mean, I know I was, I’m so sorry!” He rushed through his words, tripping over them as they fell off his tongue.
Y/n raised an eyebrow at the young boy, and she couldn’t stop the laugh that came out as he tried to explain himself. “So, what was it?”
“Huh?” He stopped and looked at her with confusion in his eyes.
“That had you staring,” she explained, “Was it the uniform, gender in the uniform, or the metal arm?” She asked, moving her fingers up and down after referencing her arm.
“Huh, none of them I don’t think,”
“Oh? Is there something I forgot about?”
“Well,” he was scratching the back of his neck and blushing, “I was just wondering what cool quirk you have if you’re in the military...”
Y/n has absolutely nothing to say to that. Should she be flattered? Upset? Should it bother her that she’s back in a place where that’s all people worry about? Should she be overjoyed that she’s proven herself through the uniform?
She noticed that he had tried to phrase his response as a question, and he seemed to have a notebook open to a blank page, ready to write.
“Sorry to burst your bubble kid,” she sighed and looked at him, “but I don’t have a quirk.”
This boy’s face lit up when she said that, and it was a total 180 from how she thought he would react.
“You can join the military if your quirkless?” He asked with a bright, shining smile and eyes full of hope.
“Of course you can. Why, do you not have a quirk?”
“No, I don’t! Err- rather I didn’t until recently,” he awkwardly tugged at his shirt.
She looked at him, making sure she didn’t misjudge his age. “You’re quite the late-bloomer huh?” She commented, deciding he couldn’t be younger than in his last year of middle school, but he was most likely a highschooler by now.
He nodded in response, but he looked like he had a question.
“What’s up now, kid?” she asked, sighing at how much time she had left on the train.
“It’s just... is your arm why you got discharged?”
Y/n eyes snapped up to him, and her glare was enough to make him rigid in his seat. “I’m not discharged, I’m visiting family,”
Her glare froze him in his seat, and it was almost like he couldn’t more. Only after her eyes had moved away from him had he released his breath and calmed down.
“Sorry ma’am..” he whispered and looked down.
“Hey kid, I’m really sorry, I really didn’t mean to snap at you like that,” she said, honestly upset at herself for letting that happen, “I’m just really stressed right now, but you didn’t deserve that.”
He seemed to perk up at her apology, and it was almost like the whole situation just rolled off of him. “Don’t worry about it!”
“Oh, it looks like my stop is coming up,” Y/n checked her watch, and she stood up to grab her duffle bag of necessities that was stored overhead.
“Huh, mine too!” He said, swinging his bag over his shoulders.
“You’re what, sixteen?”
“Uh, yeah, I am,”
“And it’s Tuesday, so you should be going to school right now, right?” She asked, hoping this highschool student was maybe of a rival school and could point her in the right direction to get to UA.
“Yup! Why do you ask?” They both walked off the train, and he walked alongside her keeping pace.
“I’m on my way to U.A. academy, do you know how to get there?” Y/n grabbed her phone out of her duffle bag, and she checked her notifications for any messages about her father- nothing was there.
To say she was worried was an understatement, but no news is good news, right? She hadn’t gotten a call from the doctors or her uncle, so he wasn’t dead, or would they just not tell her?
“Huh?” He tilted his head to the side as he walked, struggling to walk with her, “Yeah, that’s where I’m going now,”
“Great!” Y/n smiled at him. This coincidence would make her life so much easier.
“We’ll be there in like, three minutes. Class starts in fifteen, so I’ll probably be able to walk you to wherever you need to go before homeroom starts,”
“Thank you so much- wait, what’s your name?” She stopped walking, recoiling for a second.
“Oh! I thought I already told you?” he thought back, trying to remember if he had or not, “Eh, not like it really matters! My name is Midoriya Izuku! Nice to meet you!”
“Hi Midoriya, people in my squadron usually call me Sergeant Y/N- but you can just call me Y/n,”
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“Thank you again, so much for helping me Midoriya, I would have been lost without you,” she said, smiling at the young boy who had guided her to the nurse’s office. If she knew anything, it was that her father was much too stubborn to go to the actual hospital, claiming it was ‘irrational to spend the money’, which- while it has some merit- proves the point that people without quirks are put at a disadvantage.
“Anytime, Ms. Y/n! It really was no big deal,” he mumbled and scratched the back of his neck, “I should really get back to class now, but it was nice meeting you!”
“Bye, Midoriya,” She said, before opening the door to be greeted by a friendly face.
“Do I need a stronger prescription, or is that little baby Y/n?” An aged voice that had no fragility to it called out, as the woman looked up from her computer.
“Hey Shuzenji, it’s been too long,” Y/n said, leaning down so she could wrap her arms around the shorter woman.
“Last time I saw you, you didn’t have all this muscle, your hair’s different too,” She commented, stepping back to fully take in the sudden appearance. “How’s your father? I assume I’m not the first person you’ve visited,” she asked, sitting back down.
“My father?” She pauses and looks around the room, “he’s not here?” Where is he? Is he at the hospital? Home? Is he worse, better? Is he in the hospital? What happened?
“You know Shouta,” She complained and went back to typing on her laptop, “He won't stay away from his students a moment longer than he needs to. Though, I assume he won’t need to be so dependant on them know that the real you is here,”
“Real me?”
“Oh love-bug, your dad loves his students, but it’s my personal theory that he holds so tightly onto them; because he can’t hold on to you,” she said, looking back up into Y/n’s Y/E/C eyes.
“He’s teaching already!? He can’t be fully healed yet!” Y/n was well aware of quirks limits, and there was no way even Emergency Girl could have healed all of her father's wounds.
“You’re right, he’s teaching- but he can't use his quirk. I have him all bandaged up,”
“Thank you Shuzenji, I really missed you,” Y/n turned and started to walk out of the office.
“Oh, and lady-bird? I love you, welcome home,”
“Thank you,”
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Y/n had been staring at the door handle of classroom 1-A for the past ten minutes, and every time she thinks she should open the door, she wonders if it would be better if she just waited until lunch break. But, it was only 11:12, and lunch is held at 12:45, so she would be standing there for well over an hour.
Should she go to visit other people? Would that be rude? Y/n came to see her father, but if he was busy then there shouldn’t be anything wrong with waiting as to not interrupt him.
A sudden ruckus from inside snapped Y/n out of her trance, and she grabbed the handle with her forever cold hand. What would he think when he saw it? How would he react?
She knew that, if a fight broke out, her father couldn’t do much to calm the students, but she had always been particularly good at defusing situations. She swung the door open, but with all of her military training, it came as no surprise that she made no sounds.
Inside the class, she saw a blonde boy standing with his palms up, and tiny bombs were coming out of them. He was yelling at a boy with familiar un-ruley green hair. And there, standing at the podium looking very frustrated, was her dad. He hated not being able to do anything- not being able to protect is students, and it really showed.
“Shut up and sit down,” Y/n snapped, like a dog biting viciously while threatened. As soon as the angry boy saw her glare, he stopped talking and sat in his seat, not muttering another word.
“Y/n,” Aizawa’s raspy voice breathed out, and he all but lunged himself at her. He collapsed against her, and his face was buried in her shoulder. Sobs are freely escaping him, and his body shakes every time, as all of his pent-up emotion is released in bursts of tears.
“I missed you so much,” he says, his voice is slightly higher than usual, and Y/n wraps her arms around him, lightly rubbing up and down his back.
“I missed you too dad,” She said lightly, afraid anything louder might break him.
He pulled away, and he put a hand against her cheek. “My princess, you're home,”
Y/n smiled and started to cry, as she sunk her face into her dad’s hands. “I heard you got yourself in trouble. You should know better, old man,”
they both laughed, and they both cried, and the entire class was very freaking confused.
They pulled back from their hug, and Shouta grabbed a hold of his daughter’s hands. He was planning on saying something cliche, like ‘they’re rougher,’ or, ‘they’re still so small,’ but instead, as his fleshy hands met the clod counterpart, he couldn’t catch himself before asking, “What happened to you?”
“I fought the bad guys,” Y/n said, quoting her dad- any time he would stumble into the house, at three in the morning, a younger, terrified Y/n would ask him what happened. And he, in his bruised and bloody state would say the same phrase every time.
“Did you beat them?”
“Of course,” she responded, remembering this conversation with roles reversed. It was a strange circle of life- and she wasn’t sure if it was something she enjoyed or not.
“You’re perfect, and I’m so proud of you,” he said, breaking down into tears again.
They both sobbed, and their shoulders shook slightly less violently this time.
A loud man with large hair had caught wind of the news, and he was quick to run through the halls, “Heeeeeeyyyyyyy! I heard the UA pro-de-jay is back home!” The birdlike loud mouth yelled, sliding a bit passed the door.
“I’m here checking on dad, but yeah- I’m home Uncle Mic,”
Aizawa held her in another hug, “You’re home,”
“Sooooo I guess it’s actually Sargeant Aizawa then,”
Recovered Doesn’t Mean It Never Happen (Hitoshi x Izuku)
Fandom: BNHA / MHA Type: Angst Pairing: Shinso x Midoriya x Cheater!Bakugo Warnings: Cheating, mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol Requested by: No one, but requests are open! Word Count: 4,117 Summary: No one would have thought Bakugo would give up a relationship with the only person who could ever love him completely, but things almost never go to plan. Without his childhood friend to wipe his tears, Izuku had no other choice than to leave- and love always comes to those who need it. For every broken heart, there is an open door and a warm bed with someone waiting with open arms. A broken heart can move on, but an empty heart can never be full once it rips.
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He wasn’t sure if he should even go to the party. If it had been a year earlier he would have gone in a heartbeat, with a bright smile lighting up his face. Izuku knew that he would be there, and he hadn’t talked to his ex-boyfriend since it happened. His friends told him it wasn’t healthy to avoid discussing it, but it took weeks before Midoriya could look a blonde stranger in the eyes again and not start crying. He was so hurt, and his heart felt like it was breaking inside of him. He can still remember the day, a year in between yet it feels like it was yesterday, and still, the green-haired boy could throw himself back into the hallway of their apartment, leaning up against the hard-wood door.
The rain had intensified while he was on patrol, and Izuku couldn’t care less about his ever-dampening hair. All he could do was smile and remember his blond-haired boyfriend was waiting for him, most likely on their couch on his phone, while the tv was running in the background. Red Riot watched him as they jumped from rooftop to rooftop, and while he knew he should be looking down at the streets, he could only stare at his friend and wonder why his best friend would hurt him so much.
When they had finished, Midoriya scratched the back of his neck and said that he should head home to Bakugo, as he would get annoyed if he came home too late. Kirishima nodded in agreement, but he almost stopped him. He opened his mouth to talk to him, to tell him, but no sound came from him. Kirishima wanted to save Midoriya the pain from finding out from something else, but could he bring himself to betray his best friend like that? But if he didn’t tell Midoriya while he has the chance, is that betraying him as well? He felt like there was no good option, so he just let him go.
Izuku saw their apartment building, and he smiled as he walked through the door. He greeted the manager who stood at his desk with a smile on his face. He returned the greeting, said something about the weather, and let Midoriya pass through to the residential floors. He dashed through the dark-wood floors and ran to their apartment. He took out his keys and was inserting them into the lock when a sound made him pause. It was a voice he had never heard before, it was a guy’s voice, but it was an octave higher than natural, and it made dread run through Izuku’s body.
But, Kaachan wouldn’t do that, right? He would never… So, Midoriya shook the idea from his head and turned his key to unlock the door, and he walked in. He looked to his left and he saw that he was right, Bakugo was, in fact, on the couch… but he wasn’t on his phone. He was hovering over a guy he didn’t recognize. Strangely, at that moment, he didn’t recognize Bakugo either.
Midoriya shook the thoughts from his head, he didn’t need to be thinking about that before the party. It was the ten-year reunion of their year, and he would be damned if he let his fears ruin this for him. Besides, it’s not like he hasn’t moved on, he has gone on a few dates, but he’s never made it passed the third before someone ended it. At least he was trying.
He had gotten back into touch with some of his old classmates though. Most of the students grew apart after high school, some odd pairs worked together, others were dating, and some just couldn’t let go. Midoriya wasn’t one of these people, and he had severed all ties after what happened, he felt so betrayed.
After he walked in on Bakugo, and who he later learned was a bartender from two blocks over, he went straight to Kirishima, Mina, and Denki, who he had grown close to and fond of during his time with Bakugo. He went to them crying, and he started to tell them all that had happened when he got home, but he quickly realized they already knew. They knew, and they didn’t tell him. Kirishima started to explain, telling him that Bakugo was going to call it off and be a better boyfriend, but he never did, and they were going to tell him after a week. That just hurt more. So, he left.
Midoriya went out on his own, and he rented a small apartment. He befriended his new landlord, found a new barber, fell in love with a new coffee shop, and made some new friends. He was reserved at first, but he would always be Izuku Midoriya, and people would always think he was the nicest person alive. He started out by befriending his neighbor, who just so append to be another friend of his UA days, Shinso Hitoshi.
It was surprising to them both, but Shinso invited him out to dinner with some of his friends after a few more meetings in their shared hallway. Midoriya accepted, and he made friends with some other heroes and side-kicks that Shinso worked with, Midoriya warmed up to all of them, and it wasn’t long until the large group all hung out together every Friday at either Shinso or Izukus apartment.
And, after six months, Shinso asked Izuku out on a date. And, after six months of getting over Bakugo, Izuku said yes. The first date was simple, they went to a movie that Izuku had mentioned during one of their Friday night game sprees. The second date was even better, they went to a thrift shop, and they both bought a book and cd for the other, and then they exchanged, went home, and listened to their music while they read their books. Their third date was amazing. Shinso had transformed the rooftop into a picnic area, it was lit up with lights, there was a fire in the fire-pit, there was a blanket on the floor, and a large blanket for them to sit under, there was throw pillows, and most importantly, there was a basket of Izukus favorite home-cooked meal. It truly was magical. And then, somehow, the pattern broke. They went on a fourth date. They went to a firework show in town, and they had the time of their lives.
Now, they were both getting ready to go to their high-school reunion. To say Shinso was worried about his boyfriend was an understatement. He knew that right now, he only had a little piece of Midoriya’s heart. The other parts? They belonged to a man who shattered him, heart and soul. The other parts belonged to Bakugo. Shinso wasn’t going to lie, he was a little insecure. Before they started dating, Midoriya knocked on his door at two am, crying and wrapped up in a blanket. He was a mess, so Shinso took him in. They sat on his couch, drinking tea while Midoriya cried his heart out. He told Shinso what happened, and how Bakugo hurt him so much, but he still loved him.
Shinso fell for Midoriya the moment he saw his freckled face again. And, his heart broke when he realized that Izuku loved another, and it broke a little more every time he went on a date with a new guy. But, it hurt, even more, when he came crying to Shinso late at night, sobbing out Bakugo’s name.
He was insecure, and sometimes he wondered if Bakugo came to him and apologized, if he came over and asked if Izuku would take him back, he wondered if Midoriya would go to him. He would be naive to think that Izuku loved him as much ad Shinso loved him, he knew better. When Izuku slept over at his place, he still heard him whimper out Bakugo’s name at nights when he didn’t wake up, and it hurt so fucking much.
But, no matter how much it hurt, it was him that made Izuku smile, made him blush, it was him that Izuku kissed goodnight, who he woke up to, it was him that Izuku went on dates with, it was him that Izuku held on to, it was him, and it wasn’t Bakugo. He put on his jacket, and he sighed at his lame excuss at a tie. He was never taught how to properly tie one, enter him embarrassingly walking into Izuku’s apartment to ask him to help. Izuku laughed at him but complied and tied it for him.
“Good god, you’re adorable,” Shinso said breathlessly, as Izuku looked up at him after finishing his tie. Izuku turned into a spluttering mess whenever Shinso complimented him, especially if there was no prompting.
“Hi-Hitoshi…” He whined, before turning away to try and hide his blushing face by looking away.
“Oh yeah. Before I forget,” Shinso took a green rose out of his jacket, and put it behind Izukus ear, "I saw this, and I thought of you.“
Once they were both ready, the got into Shinso’s car; and they started to drive to the school for the first time in a long while.
"So, are you worried about seeing him again?” Hitshoi asked, keeping his eyes glued to the rode. The cool air that poured in through the vents nipped at Izuku’s skin as he thought about how familiar the feeling in his stomach felt.
“I don’t even want to think about it,” Midoriya hates how he had let Katsuki control him he like did, but mostly he hates how he didn’t notice sooner. It all became so clear when he found out, hindsight is 20/20 after all. All the ignored phone calls, all the late nights, why he was so adamant about them not sharing an apartment in the beginning, it all made so much sense, Izuku felt like a fool for not noticing.
A hand squeezing his pulled him from his mind. Shinso kept his eyes on the road, but he took his right hand of the wheel to try and comfort his boyfriend. It might have been seen as a small effort at comforting him, but Izuku and he loved holding hands. Afterall, Katsuki would never let him hold his hand in public unless someone was flirting with him. Shinso, however, loved holding hands while they walked. Especially if they were in large crowds, one of them would wrap their own pinky around the others. It was a small, nice way to show affection for each other.
And, that’s how they entered the school. They reminisced about their high school days, and the passed through their old classrooms, it felt so nice to think back on all the memories. Izuku laughed when they reached the classroom 1-A. Shinso looked at with questioningly, but he had a smile nonetheless.
“This is where we first met, remember?”
Hitoshi groaned, he had been such an awkward teen, he was reveling in stress and depression, and he really didn’t think he was as rude as he actually was in high school.
“You don’t have to remind me,” he had playfully snapped at his boyfriend.
“We had a lot of fun in this room,” he said, sighing contently at the rush of memories which entered his thoughts.
Midoriya just snorted and continued their way down the halls until they reached the large gym/workout room that had been decked out at a party.
Hitoshi grabbed a hold of his sleeve before they entered, “Hey, take a second. I’m here, okay? So there’s no need to worry.”
Izuku held on tight to his boyfriend’s hand, and he took in several deep and long breaths. He squeezed lightly, and Midoriya smiled reassuringly.
“With you, I can do anything,”
Shinso smiled at how confident Izuku was in him, and he pulled him by his hand so their chests were against one another. They both grinned into the kiss, happiness surrounded them.
“Ready?” Shinso asked as they both grabbed a hold of one of the doors.
“As I’ll ever be,”
They swung the door open, and what they saw was, more or less, what they were expecting. It was dimly lighted, but not so much as to hinder vision. There were tables scattered around, and the music was light and classy. Teachers and students were all in mixed groups, the entire class was gathered together, and they all seemed to be having a good time. Some were sitting, others were dancing already, and a few had gotten a jump-start at the bar.
Shinso had been flagged down by his old friends in 1-b, but he promised he’d be back in a minute. Izuku didn’t have to worry, he still had some friends from UA, even though they hadn’t talked for years, it just gave them more to catch up on!
Midoriya looked around, and his eyes finally locked down on Uraraka and Iida, who was standing next to the buffet table, having a pleasant conversation and eating.
He had made his way over, and they easily fell back into old habits. They joked around, and it was like they were back in high school.
“So Uraraka, I noticed the rock on your finger,” Midoriya pointed out, and she blushed and looked away.
“Yeah,” she trailed off. “Tsu and I got really close after graduation, our agencies were in the same district, so we bumped into each other often,” she said, blushing like her life depended on it.
“Well, what about you? Who are you with, Deku?” Se asked, suddenly flustered and defensive.
“I uhh,” he scratched the back of his head, “I’m actually in a pretty serious relationship myself?”
“Oh? Anyone, we know?” Iida asked, curious as to who gained the affection of the number one hero.
“Actually, it’s-”
“Pretty serious relationship, are we?” a deep-voiced asked, as a man placed his chin on the crook of Midoriya’s neck. Izuku had tensed, but he relaxed as soon as the man spoke.
“Hitoshi?!” Uraraka and Iida shouted, startled by the revelation.
“Yeah, we’ve been together for around a year and a half,” Shinso answered, not completely shocked by his old classmate’s response.
“And you never thought to tell me?” Uraraka asked, hitting Izuku on the shoulder.
“Well, we kinda cut off all connections with our classmates awhile ago- don’t take it personally,”
She huffed but accepted it as an answer.
“Speaking of,” Iida said, gaining attention from their tiny group, “I have only heard half-thought rumors and speculations, and I believe none of it completely. Can I hear in your words, what happened two years ago?”
Hitoshi stood up rigidly, and he wrapped his arms protectively around his boyfriend. “You don’t have to answer-”
“It’s fine Tosh’,” Izuku said, patting his boyfriend’s arm, “It’s really simple Iida. I was dating Bakugo, he fell out of love with me, and we broke up.”
“I see,” the blue-haired man said, “though I can’t help but wonder how much of that is true, and how much is censored and coated in sugar.”
“Hey, babe?” Hitoshi said, gaining Midoriya’s attention. “Can you go get us some drinks, I have a feeling we’re going to need them soon,”
It would take a blind man who had lost his hearing to miss Hitoshi’s anger. Midoriya’s past relationships have always been a sore spot for Shinso. A mixture of second-hand anger in addition to his own insecurities ate at him whenever he heard the blond-haired man’s name. He was right, if there was no alcohol in his system for another minute he was sure to explode.
Having sensed this, Midoriya smiled softly and went to the bar. He was never one for drinking, but a glass or two might help to soften the edge of tonight. The tension was high, and he hadn’t even seen he-who-must-not-be-named yet.
“Hey, can I have a stinger on the rocks and a snakebite up?” While he wasn’t a drinker, Izuku’s new crowd loved to go out every Friday night, and with their different backgrounds he was shown many different orders- but a particular friend of Britain had introduced him to the snakebite, and the cider -alcohol mix always tasted amazing.
“Sure thing,” the bartender said, as he turned to make his drinks. While he didn’t recognize him right off the bat, it wasn’t all that difficult to identify the dark-haired man as Kaibara Sen, a student he had only seen once or twice, but he made quite the impression.
“How long have you been bartending Kaibara-san?”
He chuckled a little and shook his head, “Here I thought you didn’t recognize me. I’ve been doing it professionally for a little over a year now- couldn’t refuse UA a favor after all they did to help me out now could I?”
“Yeah,” Midoriya leaned onto the bar, “We all owe them a debt or two.”
“After all the shit you put me through, I’d say you better make it three,” A gruff voice rang through his ears, and it sounded so close to being familiar- he just couldn’t place it.
“Aizawa-Sensai?” The name hit him like a ton of bricks.
The black-haired man winced before stumbling a little closer to the bar. “You’re not a kid anymore, you can drop the honorific,”
“Right,” he blushed lightly, “sorry about that,”
“So Midoriya,” Aizawa signaled for a beer, “you and Bakugo still at each other’s throats?”
The teacher had noticed Kaibara’s posture stiffen the moment his previous student’s name fell past his lips. The teacher sent him a curious look before giving Midoriya his attention. Had he hit a sore spot? He knew they never got along, but that was just a childish rivalry, right? There was no way his two students were as immature as All might and Endeavor.
“Babe, what’s taking so long?”
Midoriya let out a sigh of relief as his boyfriend appeared to rescue him. “Sorry love, Kaibara-san isn’t as good as a bartender as he makes himself out to be,” he teased lightly, before going back to his teacher.
“Sorry Aizawa-San, but I’ve got to get back to the rest of my group- I have to make sure Iida doesn’t stop Uraraka from spiking the punch. It was nice to catch up with you!” His wrist was seized by Shinso as soon as he got a hold of their drinks.
“What was that about?” The gruff man asked, waiting for his beer that as stored in a cooler.
Kaibara shook his head lightly, “After the rest of the old general studies group caught wind of the situation, we all just assumed the teachers heard too. I guess it makes sense that you were all left out of the loop,” He handed Aizawa his drink.
The man quirked an eyebrow, silently asking for him to go on.
“Midoriya and Bakugo were in a relationship. They were doing great up until about a year or so ago. He came home and found Bakugo with someone on their sofa. Stories say it was another student, but I’m not too sure. Wouldn’t be surprised though- with the way Midoriya avoided everyone like the black plague up until today,”
“Apparently not everyone,” Aizawa chimed in, noting how close his prodigy was to Midoriya.
“Oh, you mean Midoriya and Hitoshi?” He chuckled, “Yeah, they/ve been dating ever since the breakup. I heard they moved in together, but it didn’t come from a reliable source. What I do know for sure, is that they are both head-over-heels for each other, like rose-petals and chariot love. The kind of thing where they would say ‘If all the world was to be burned by morning, the flames would lack the heat of my heart beating for you,’ throw-up-you-lunch kinda love,”
“You seem to know quite a bit, Kaibara,” the tired man mused.
“What can I say?” He shrugged, “People love to talk to bartenders.”
Aizawa grumbled. as he walked away. He never pegged Bakugo as a cheater, but he wasn’t one for second-hand gossip either. He’ll wait and see what else he can dig up.
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The night haad gone surprisingly well! The Deku-squad was back together, and everyone seemed to catch on like a house on fire. Time flew by, and a slow dance had taken over the party. Without a run-in with the blast boy, it seemed like everything had fallen into place.
“Dance with me?” Shinso asked, lightly rubbing a circle on the back of Izuku’s hand.
“I would love to,”
The two swayed together, and they held each other close. Every now and then they would separate a little but only ever enough so that they could gaze into each other’s eyes. Izuku smiled so widely his eyes hurt, and Shinso couldn’t help but grin back. They were so in love, and they would never be able to get enough of each other.
Little did they know, they were being watched. Ruby red eyes stared at them from across the gym. Tracing their every movement, studying every syllable they said to each other, he made note of every time they touched each other. Kirishima stood by Bakugo all night.
While the blonde downed drink after drink, his red-haired friend couldn’t help but look on in sympathy. He saw first hand how this breakup shattered Katsuki and, no matter how much the blonde refused to admit it, having Midoriya in his life made him a better person- to himself and others.
Drink after drink, shot after shot, he did almost anything he could to numb the pain, but no matter what he did, it still hurt. Everything hurt. Whether he had the memories or not, it didn’t seem to matter. Izuku was gone, but he was still there.
His sent stayed in the apartment for months, and his things were still scattered about. His voice still answered the voicemail, and his jacket was still on the hook. Every part of him was there, but he wasn’t. His laugh didn’t echo around the walls, and his coffee was never made in the morning. The pancakes he made would never see their old pan, and his clean laundry would never be dumped on the couch to be folded. He was there in every sense of the word if time was stopped.
He slammed his final shot glass back down on the make-shift bar and sighed. “I’m going for a walk,”
“Katsuki, let me come with-”
“I need some air,” Kirishima was nice to have around, but he really needed his space.
Memories haunted him whether he was awake or asleep. Waking up with his love by his side, going to sleep with the love of his life, but sleeping with people who didn’t matter- people who will never matter. It hurt no know it was over, and it hurt to know it will never be fixed.
The door closed behind him after a few seconds, and he sensed someone behind him.
“Bakugo?” He winced at the name that fell from his past lover’s lips.
“Please,” he whispered, “please call me Kaa-chan,”
Izuku kicked the top of his foot at the ground, “I don’t think that’s gonna happened Bakugo,”
The blonde looked up to Midoriya, and he took in his appearance. He looked healthy, and his outfit was well put together. A flower was in his outside coat pocket, he could only guess where he had gotten it.
“I miss you,” He admitted, sighing at the relief that came with admitting it.
“Yeah, I guess it has been a while,”
The nonchalant response simply dug deeper into his heart, and it seemed that whenever Izzuku spoke, it just cut his deeper.
“God,” Bakugo pushed at the skin next to his eyes, “I’m such a fucking mess without you.”
“That’s not my problem, Bakugo. I know it sounds rude, but that honestly is just your own fault,”
He could feel his anger bubble up, and it seemed like it took nothing to push him over the edge.
“Why are you fine? How are you fine! Why are you pretending to be so perfectly fucking dandy, like everything’s all sunshine and fucking rainbows when it’s not!? You don’t need to pretend with me- I know you’re not okay.”
“I’m sorry to disappoint, Bakugo,” He said, walking back to the door. He stopped right after he passed the door, and he held it open, “but I really am 100 percent, completely and absolutely over you, and I’m doing just fine without you.”
When had this started? Where had he gone wrong? He would never know, but Bakugo believed that it started with something about a swan dive.
For The Night (my forever)
T. Shoto x Reader B. Katsuki x Reader
Warnings: Cheating -Maybe it was the hazy room, or maybe it was the fact that he was at home waiting for her to come crawling back to him. Anything could have caused her to make this decision, this lapse of judgment- but he, who had loved her since freshman year, has never been happier.
The room was filled with a haze of light and bodies moving together. The music bounced off the walls, but, to her, it all seemed muffled. Some would say she had too much to drink, but Y/n wasn’t pessimistic like that- she liked to think that she was just giving the bartender more opportunities for money.
Drink after drink and dance after dance, she grew more and more numb to the pain, and eventually, she forgot why she was there in the first place. She shook her head as if that erased the thought from her head, and hundreds of strangers welcomed Y/n back onto the dancefloor.
Their touch felt so foreign, it felt almost wrong, but that’s what she’s trying to fix- the whole point of her going out was to feel good by herself. She wanted people to see her, she wanted them to notice her- but then why did the hands that were on her waist feel more like sludge than fun?
They were rough with her, keeping her tightly in place while they danced. The man that had chosen her as his temporary dance partner was obviously used to taking the lead. That must be why it’s so different.
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“Y/n? Babe?” Her blond boyfriend awkwardly stood next to the food table at the school dance. He didn’t dance, and he was obviously out of his comfort zone- but he did it for her.
“You look so cute, Katsu,” She teased him lightly, and a smile spread wide on her face.
“Sh-shut up!” He blushed lightly and looked away with a glare.
“Sorry Katsuki, here,” she reached her hand out to him, “dance with me.”
“I don’t dance,”
“You do tonight,”
Y/n grabbed a hold of his hand and led him slightly away from the ongoing party. She brought him outside the cafeteria doors, and she wrapped her hands around his neck. After about five seconds of him doing nothing, she huffed and put his hands on her waist.
He complied, but she had to be the one to start swaying back and forth. She hummed softly to the faint music, and her head rested on his shoulder. That was one of the highlights in their relationship, and little did she know someone was watching- completely heartbroken and falling apart.
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“Y/n?” A deep voice had reached her ears, and her y/e/c eyes slammed open at her name with a new sense of fear taking over.
She looked around quickly before seeing Todoroki standing a little away from her. She walked away from the people surrounding her, and she smiled up at her hot-n-cold friend.
A smile had made its way to Todoroki’s face when he saw her visibly relax when she saw it was him calling out to her. Why does she make my heart feel so warm?
“What’re you doing here?” It was hard to imagine Y/n here, in this dirty and over-filled club known for the drugs that coursed through its veins.
“Well honestly,” She twiddled her thumbs and looked down, “I didn’t think anyone I cared about would find me here, and there are some people I’m trying to stay away from.”
Todoroki nodded and looked her up and down. Y/n’s once smooth eyeliner had smudged and her tight dress was slightly twisted at the waist. Her ponytail had gained bumps and her ankles were rubbed raw from the strap of her heels. She looked tired, but more importantly, she looked uncomfortable.
Her elbows had small scratches from her nails- a nervous habit she had even in their UA days. Her shoulders shifted as she moved her weight from side to side, and her eyes locked with his, as she tried to focus only on her friend that stood in front of her.
“Do you want me to take you home?”
She bit her lip, and the soft red lipstick was transferred to her teeth as concern washed over her. “He’s waiting for me, I can feel it,”
“Then...” Shoto looked at his feet before bashfully looking up, “How about you come home with me?”
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The rain hit the top of his car, as they drove to Todoroki’s apartment. Music was playing, but to y/n it seemed as if it was muffled two rooms away from where she was, even though the radio was in front of her.
She felt electricity run up her arms as she looked over at the boy who had decided to take in the stray. Had he always been so cute?
Y/n blushed and looked away, though her hand had fallen on the console between their seats with her palm up. A small gasp escaped her lips once Todoroki linked their hands together.
A feeling was shared between those two heroes that night. As one looked at the other and quickly looked away, and as their touches were fleeting but longing, they had a shared thought.
Tonight, just for one night of their lives, they would fall in love. An entire love-story in three hours, just so they could know what could have been, what they had chosen another course over.
“Y/n?” Todoroki led her into his living room, his hair hung loosely by his eyes as he looked up at her.
“Mmhmm?”
“If tomorrow,” he grabbed one of her hands, “you leave my arms to go back to him, if I never get to see you again and live knowing you’re getting these things from someone else, then I need you to be mine for the night,” he was illuminated by the fire he had burning behind him, making him appear devilishly handsome and all too alluring.
“For the night,” Y/n looked at his eyes, down to his lips, and back up again.
“Just for the night,” he stepped closer and grabbed her by the waist, “all mine.”
Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist, melting into his kiss and returning his fiery passion. It wasn’t the kind of kiss you see in movies, it was the bruised-lips wanted-for-years kinda kiss that hurt your teeth, but the ache felt so good.
And for the night, Todoroki had what he always wanted. But morning came, and Y/n went.
A Winter’s Break (Bakugo x Reader)
Fandom: Boku No Hero Warnings: Eating, Swear, reference of sex Words: 864 Prompt: Domestic - Really just small little snippets of a day in the life of an off-duty pro-hero Bakugo Day #: 2 AN!! Don’t be afraid to send in requests for the rest of the month! Things are still open so don’t be shy!!
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“Good morning lover boy,” Y/n smirked, finally coming to the decision to wake up her doting boyfriend.
“No,” he grumbled, rolling over to face her and slightly open his eyes. “Come back to bed,” he pleaded, wanting to enjoy her warmth for a little longer.
“I can’t,” she smiled, walking over and kissing his scrunched up noes, “breakfast is ready.” she turns to walk away, only to have her arm be snagged before she could leave.
With a swift tug on her wrist and turn of her body, Bakugo rolled her over to face him, then pulled her close and rested his face on the top of her head. “It’ll be there when we’re done,” he whispered, snuggling deep into her side of the shared bed.
Y/n laughed, slightly shaking her head. “You get one day off for all the hard work you do, and you wanna sleep all day? What happened to spending time with me,” by the end she had turned her lips into a frown, almost seeming disappointed in her current predicament.
Katsuki groaned loudly for a few seconds, while he grabbed her lower thighs and sat up with her pressed against him. She shrieked playfully, surprised by the sudden elevation, as he carried her out of the bedroom.
“You wanted this,” he reminded her, chuckling as he talked with a smirk on his face.
“No no no no no no no no no!” She shrieked, knowing full well that he was about to throw her onto the couch.
“C’mon princess, you wanted to eat breakfast together,” he smiled, lifting her high above his head and dropping her on the plush cushions of their couch. Her shriek as she bounced up and down left Katsuki howling in laughter, only catching his breath after he snorted twice.
Still trying to find her footing, Y/n tugged on his arm, “Let’s get some coffee,” she smiled- delighted she could finally get him out of bed on the rare occasion of a day off.
“Thank you love,” he said, sitting across from her with his plate of food and cup of coffee.
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“And you’re sure I have to go to this thing?” Bakguo grumbled, standing in his tuxedo- struggling with the tie.
“Yes bear, you have to go,” Y/n called out from the bathroom where she was changing into an outfit of her own.
“Why can’t I come to your party? It’s not fair, other guys get to see you all night and I can’t see you once,” he called back, undong the mess of a tie he had unsuccessfully finished.
“You know why, sponsors will be there! You do still wanna start your own pro-hero agency right?” she teased, finally coming out of the bathroom, “of course we could always play hookie and get started on those mini-heroes of ours,” she smiled, tying his tie and wiping off some stray lint from the corner of his shoulder.
“How the hell did you do that?” He asked, looking into the mirror to see a perfectly tied tie starring back at him.
“Oh you know, past boyfriends and shit,” she laughed, dipping out of the room.
“Oi! You little shit, get back here!” He growled, shaking his head and grabbing his phone and wallet.
God, he thought, how did I ever get someone as perfect as her?
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“This is getting ridiculous,” Y/n grumbled, glaring at the board game sat inbetween her boyfriend and herself.
“C’mon,” he smirked, shuffling the cards once again, “I’m sure you win! Eventually.”
“Oh shush!” Y/n hissed, folding her arms and glaring at the coffee table.
“Hey, it’s not my fault you can’t play well,” he teased, dealing out the cards to both of them. “Good luck,” he winked, looking at his hand.
Five minutes of self-doubt and complete and utter confusion plagued bakugo, as he watched himself lose harder and harder as the game moved on. In complete disbelief, he watched Y/n confidently play her last card before standing up and stretching.
“This was fun, lover boy, but i’m beat- let’s go to bed,” she yawned, walking out from the living room to their apartment- not looking back once.
Maybe if she had gloated, or maybe simply celebrated. She could have looked back, she could have smiled, but she didn’t. She walked away.
Dammit Y/n! he put the cards and boardgame away, You were playing me the whole time, weren’t you!
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The cold nipped at them both that night, forcing them to take refuge in eachothers lives- snuggling close for heat. The city lights shined into their bedroom, illuminating Bakugou’s face.
“Katsu?” She whispered, looking up to his eyes.
He grumbled in his sleep, not quiet talking.
“I can’t sleep,” she said, moving closer to him.
“And that’s my problem?” He complained, his voice gruff and scratchy.
“No...” she said, turning around and curling into her bed.
“Hey,” he said, wrapping an arm around her waist, “I’m just joking.” He kissed her ear. “Stay close, I’ll keep you warm,” he promised, engulfing her in a hug.
“I love you,” she whispered, turning back to him- burying her face into his chest and taking one hand in her own.
“I love you too, don’t forget that,”
Misery’s Tango
Fandom: Bnha / Mha Paring: B. Katsuki x Reader Rating: 14+ Words: 1k28 Warning: Swearing, Alcohol, reference to sex, a little spicy dancing, mentions of bruises/ implied manhandling A/n: A short drabble for two lovers meeting again, dealing with the love they ended and can never get back
Dorris Day was officially getting old. The second her song started the ballroom was filled with partners gazing into each others eyes with a sickening form of endearment. It made her want to puke.
The Hero’s Gala was an annual event that served to honor the brave protectors of Japan and thank them for their hard work, presenting awards and opportunities. Y/n used to love going- getting dolled up to dance her feet raw with a prince charming she’d never meet again. She adored it really, every second was a dream to her.
Now, though, she felt cold. Her beautiful designer dress had been the talk of the night, the well-placed slit and plunging neckline had shaped her as a goddess, but it did nothing to protect her from the chill of the air.
She swirled her red wine around her glass and tried to think of how many she could drink to heat her up but stay presentably sober. The sudden drop of a suit deep grey jacket around her shoulders jolted her back to awareness, and her face softened at the new company.
Awkwardly standing next to her but not meeting her eyes, Bakugou scowled. “You’re such a dumbass. It’s the middle of winter and you didn’t bring a fucking jacket.”
She smiled softly and purely at the flush dancing along his cheekbones, “It’s been a long time, Katsuki.”
He hid the sudden hiss he released upon hearing his first name from her crimson lips, pretending not to melt at the way they shaped around the symboles. “Y/n.” Bakugou was breathless, whispering her name like a prayer to the goddess of life, begging for a moment longer to keep the atmosphere as elegant and familiar as it was.
“You look good.”
Her smile struck him in the soul, and he tried not to cry as she repositioned her body to face towards him- a habit she’d picked up when they were dating. It made him feel so important, like he was her sun.
“So do you.”
Y/n fought to keep the pleasant upturn of her lips, but his strained voice was enough to make her cry. Still, he did look good. He’d cut his hair- shaved the sides while the top was fluffed back. He looked more than good, he looked heavenly.
She blinked openly at the upward placed hand in front of her, blinking at Katsuki. She waited until he spoke- “Let’s dance?”
Say yes he wanted to cry. Dance with me, let me hold you- let me pretend for just a little longer. He was sure he only needed one more second, one more night for it to be okay. Just one more hit of her addictive smile, her haze of affection, the high off her lips- just one more time and he’d quit for good.
A bigger smile pulled on her lips and Bakugou suddenly couldn’t breathe- “I’d love to.”
The sudden upturn of music didn’t go unnoticed- as their song started to play. Sway had been the first song they danced to together. A college party they were both a little too friendly at.
Taking her place in front of him with her back turned- her breath hitched as one of his hands settled on her waist. The trumpets sounded off as they began moving- her hands drifting from his neck to his hair, trying to distract herself from his touch.
Stepping in line with one another, Bakugou tried not to cry as her nails scrapped dully at the nape of his neck. The music worked up to signal the dip Y/n swooped into- clenching her eyes shut to stop herself from reacting to the hot breath against her neck.
Pulling her up, Y/n twisted into a spin remaining connected only to his fingers. Tugging gently, he guided her back against him as they waltz across the dance floor.
His eyes were blown with desire, his hands moving against the jacket he draped around her- regretting putting that layer between his hands and Y/n’s skin.
I’m going to die here. Y/n’s eyes were glazed over as she fought to control her breathing, failing pathetically. He entangled his fingers into her hair as he swooped her backwards- a reminder of how flexible she was.
Relying purely on muscle memory, Bakugou was taking in every moment he could- not wasting a single second. The music filled the air- the eyes surrounding them were unnoticed as the pair moved together.
When Y/n’s leg wrapped around his a deep and craving moan came from his throat. He lifted her up across his chest as the dance called for, moving his hand a little higher than necessary- completely worth it for the whimper he received in return.
Each step was a moment closer together- each twirl an act of devotion. Like the sun and moon they circled each other. Like Hades and Persephone they doted on their affection, only to be separated at a moment’s notice. Like Icarus, Bakugou moved closer to his light. Like Catherine, Y/n felt her soul once again join with its identity.
But the sun melted his wings, and Heathcliff was left without her. The song ended with them against each other- panting and delirious. Their eyes were locked and, just for a second, Katuski leaned down for a kiss.
“Bakubro.” Eijiro’s voice called out rapidly approaching the frozen pair. Was that disappointment in her eyes? He wondered.
“Y/n/n!” Momo smiled pleasantly, wrapping her arm around Y/n’s.
They were ripped apart by their worried friends, and, while they both knew it was for the best, they couldn’t help but look over their shoulders.
Could we have worked out? Y/n would think during her hot bath when the night was over- her hair in a bun and feet kicked up against the rim, a familiar crimson wine in her hand.
What did we give up? Not even Kirishima could pull Bakugou from his thoughts that night, as he drowned himself in ‘what if’s’ and ‘could have been’s.’
Their love was fated for tragedy- romance painted from bruised skin and regret-soaked pillows. A tragedy, Y/n mused as she settled into her plush comforter, how melodramatic.
What I Said When The Sun Set
Fandom: Bnha, Mha
Pairing: Todoroki x Reader
Rating: E
Words: .6k85
Warnings: Angst, Breakup
A/n: He might not be with her, but he’s always in her heart- aka - Y/n still loves him, even after he left.
“He’s an idiot. He can't be– Sho's the smartest guy I know."
Y/n sat on the pier of the silent beach, leaning back on her hands as she stared at the yellow sky which glowed onto her skin.
A sigh passed her lips, "You're right, maybe he's just stupid."
Her eyes were shut as the smile danced on her lips, swaying with her memories. “He used to say the best was yet to come. All the time, whether something bad or good happened he’d take my hand and lock eyes with me. In the softest voice he’d whisper the best is yet to come, and I never really knew if it was a promise or a threat.”
The wind blew through her toes, making Y/n sigh with a degree of content she hadn’t felt in a while.
The sky had turned pink while she laid there, and she started laughing. Her cheeks were sore and her eyes watered from the smile. Y/n turned hysterical, her stomach shaking with every semi-melodic burst of humor. And then, she just didn’t feel like laughing anymore.
“Do you think...” she paused, thoughts about her life passing through her brain. He’d left so suddenly, with no warning he just decided she wasn’t enough. She thinks about her flower shop, the one she runs by herself in a nice part of town. She thinks about the smiles people send her way as she walks down the street and her small apartment that has everything she needs. “Do you think he’d be happy for me?”
Then she thinks of that night. Remembers the tears on his face and the shifting of his attitude. How he swayed between burning with anger and cool indifference. She remembered what he told her, that he needed more- needed something different.
Her lips pulled to the side of her face- “I can understand that. But-” she breathed out, “Why did I need to go?”
The sky shifted colors to answer her, the pink turning to a purple gradient. The water sparkled in tribute to her tears, letting her know she wasn’t alone. Even in the depths of the sea there can always be company found in misery.
“Is he happy now?”
She’d seen him on the news- fighting along side some of the other heroes she’d met while they were dating. Y/n was proud, of course, to see him being successful. She just hated that she hadn’t been there to see him through it.
That’s the point, she had to remind herself, he couldn’t succeed with you ruining it for him.
For a second she considered putting her hand in the water, in hopes it would feel like him. She didn’t- just thought about it.
Her empty gaze looked out to the sky, as the darkness began to swallow the glowing light. Her eyes stung. “I love you.”
Her throat felt stuck, like everything she couldn’t say since he left had waited for this moment. “I miss you.”
“Please come back,”
“I’m sorry,”
“I’ll do better,”
“Don’t leave me,”
“Please just,”
“Please don’t go.”
“I can’t do this without you.”
“I need you here with me,”
“What happened?”
“I’m so sorry,”
“I need you,”
“I thought you loved me,”
“I love you.”
The sun was a capricious god. It held her hand during the day but did nothing to curb the agony she fell into. The sun was hateful and loving- a pillar of everything she can do and everything she failed at.
The moon is consistent. Always listening but never taking action. She offers no solace, no comfort. She just comes and listens, watches, and leaves. Maybe that’s why the darkness made her feel better. She had no expectation from the black sky, no thoughts that she’d be happier when it came. So she cried and cried until her throat was sore and eyes turned bloodshot.
Then, when there were no traces of the sun in the sky, Y/n picked herself up from the pieces she fell into. Gathering her pride and stitching the shreds of her dignity back together, she walked away from the pier to go home. Each step reminded her that she was still alive, taking her further away from the past. With each step she moved forward, trying to forget what she said when the sun set.