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fake dating.

character(s) ; izuku midoriya, kyoka jirou, denki kaminari, katsuki bakugou, shoto todoroki (x gender neutral reader)

wc ; 2.3k

note ; basically having to pretend to be dating them because of some reason or another. i was also going to do kiri and sero but then i got lazy, i might do them and add into this later tho.

warning ; uhhh, not proof-read because it’s legit thundering and lightning and im scared oops.

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when it came down to it, no one has ever pursued izuku in the aspect of dating. well, he could’ve said that until a few days ago this one girl from general ed started to follow him around, asking him on a date. izuku was… bad at turning people down, plus, even if he did, it would be in a really kind way. the first time the girl - haia, the green haired, freckled boy remembered her saying her name was - asked him out, izuku had stood there blushing and sputtering before getting out a quiet, “i’m sorry… i like someone else.”

the girl had then said “oh, it’s okay.” and had left. izuku thought that would be it but not 24 hours later, the girl was back. and that was about five days ago, and right now, haia was following izuku again. he kept walking in random directions to loose her and yet the girl would not give up, and kept following after him, trying to get him into a corner like predator chasing prey. izuku was quite frankly, done with the girl but he was far too kind to reject her in a mean way.

he jumped when he bumped into someone, scrambling to apologize he stopped short when he saw who it was. it was you, standing their with a finger to your lips. whispering, “come on ‘zuku,” you pulled him towards another hallway, “i saw that girl following you, so i took a shortcut to catch up to you.” interlinking your fingers, you grinned, “so, what do i need to do to stop her from following you?”

izuku racked his brain for something, anything that would make her go away but for once, his mind remained blank. no thoughts, no ideas, no plans. nothing. “i- i don’t know.“ from down the seemingly empty hallway, a voice called, “izuku! come on sweetie, you know we’re meant to be together! just agree to one date with me!“ izuku turned back to face you in time to see you grit your teeth, a determined look overtook your face, “izuku. i’m going to do something and you can’t panic, okay?“

“oh-okay,“ he stuttered and before he could do anything you slammed your lips onto his. “mph!“ letting you pull him closer to you, he let his hands rest on your waist, your own wrapping around his shoulders and brushing a strand of his curly hair on the nape of his neck. a horrendous, overdramatic gasp was heard from behind them followed by an “i can’t believe this!“ before rapid footsteps were heard.

you pull away and look into green eyes, “sorry about that, i didn’t know what else to do.” a dark red tint in his cheeks, izuku shook his head, “n-no it’s okay. i need to tell you something,” he rushed out, “i-like-you-alot.” he closes his eyes and awaits rejection, feeling something warm on his cheek, he opens them again, to see you grinning at him like you were minutes before. “i like you too.”

—

“hey y/n?“ the purple haired girl next to you calls. “yeah?“ you reply to kyoka, pausing your steps and turning towards her. “what’s wrong?“ you ask, noticing the odd look on her face. “there’s a boy who’s looking at us in a weird way,“ she says bluntly. “oh,“ you murmur, looking away from your friend and to the boy who you recognized to be the from the second year support course, his gaze didn’t waver as he met your eyes, he wasn’t staring at you, you realize, he was staring at your close friend / crush; jirou.

slightly growling under your breath, your eye twitches when this guy moves from leaning against the wall to walking up to the two of you. “hey, can i talk to you?” he questions, ruffling his hair. “alone?” he added, swiftly asking you to leave. “sorry, but we have places to be,” you say through gritted teeth reaching out and holding jirou’s hand. the girl, who was confused to as to what was happening, let you walk her out of the school and to the dorms.

it went like that for a few more days, the boy always coming up to kyoka and you being next to her in an instant, pulling her away from him, claiming you both had something to do. it was getting on your nerves ; you wanted to confess your feelings to her but at the same time you were afraid of rejection. you asked people for advice on what to do ; you asked probably everyone in your class about how to confess to someone - even todoroki who probably had no clue what you were talking about. mina gave you advice but it involved confetti and    a cheesy love song plus a guitar so you said no.

when you finally got the guts to tell your friend how you felt, you walked over to her and grinned, “hey i need to tell you som-” you get cut off by the same second year boy sauntering over to the two of you and trying to stand there in an intimidating manner. “jirou, would you like to go on a date with me?” jirou was about to reject him when you snapped, “can’t you see that we’re together? i mean, it’s kind of obvious because we’re practically always attached to the hip. besides, even if she was single, i know what you and your friends,” you jab a finger towards the boys he was friends with, “- do in your free time, you bet on who will get a girl first and i can see that she’s your new target. so, no thank you and goodbye.” you wave him off and the boy walks away, defeated.

“anyways as i was saying-“ you face jirou and continue as if you were never interrupted, “i really like you, as in, more than a friend and i totally understand if you don’t feel the same way.“

“i like you too y/n,“ she smiles softly. muttering an “oh thank god“ you lean in and kiss her cheek, “so wanna go to a concert and get mcdonalds tonight?“

—

“damnit,“ you groan, pulling out your phone to text your friends. you, mina, denki and hanta were supposed to meet up at the cinema to watch the movie that was released a few days ago. to your luck, you had met up with some other friends at the mall a few streets down from the cinema just before the movie started and now you were running late. texting a quick, ‘running late, be there in about 15 minutes‘ you try to catch a taxi. unfortunately, no one stopped and you had to run all the way there, in your hurry, your phone fell down and you skidded to a stop on the sidewalk. a girl was already standing beside the spot you dropped your phone, the fallen object in hand.

“hey, you dropped this,“ she said, handing you the phone. “thank you, i noticed,“ you mumbled, taking it from her and shoving it into your pocket. looking to the left you notice the cinema right in front you and you smile, “thanks again, bye!“ a “wait, hold on!“ had to halting and the girl rushes in front of you with a cheery grin, “do you want to go out sometime? you seem cute and i like your style, i’d like to get to know you better,“ she pauses before adding, “as in a date?“

“oh.“ you tilt your head, the girl seemed like a person who’d ask why if you rejected her, and you didn’t want to stand there talking to her since you’ll miss the movie. “i’m already dating someone.“ it slipped out of your mouth, ‘fuck,‘ you think, ‘why do i always get myself into situations like this?‘ “oh really?“ the girl asks skeptically. you nod, “i have to go now, sorry.“

you push past her and walk into the cinema, narrowing your eyes once you see her reflection on the glass windows, following you inside. ‘she wants proof, huh?’ you think. trying to spot your friends in the waiting line you catch sight of kaminari by the popcorn machine, holding two big buckets of popcorn. beelining your way to him you grab a bucket from him and lean up to quickly peck his lips. you peep over his shoulder and relief washes over you once you see the girl rushing out the cinema doors with a glare on her face.

“wha- what was that for?“ the blonde asks, blushing.

“a creepy girl was following me, trying to make me agree to going on a date with her and i needed to make her think i was already with someone because i just met her and i didn’t want to go on a date with her,“ you tell, “and i also like you.” the boy grins and wraps his free arm around you, almost spilling both the popcorn buckets you two were holding, “good thing because i like you back!“

—

it was a normal saturday at UA; no classes, hanging out with friends, doing homework, having a study session with a few of your friends, two guys following you, catching up on missed classes and- wait- let’s go back a few words. two guys following you. shit, was the only word in your mind as you tried to figure out where you were. after studying in the library with katsuki, you were on your way back to the dorms, trying to catch up to the blonde who was striding in front of you. unfortunately, you caught sight of two boys who were following you, one of them being this one boy you rejected a few weeks back. and to make things worse, momo told you she overhead the boy and his friend were trying to force you to date him, you had just thought it was him bluffing out of being rejected.

unfortunately, it turned out momo was telling the truth because the two boys following you ; looked, downright ambitious. when you noticed they were on your tail, you took a random turn and into a random hallway. you took more turns and yet they were still following you, you speed up, turning to look back as you do, trying to see if they were still following you when you got pulled into someone’s arms. expecting the worst, you look up to see bakugou. “thank fuck, you’re here,” you never thought you’d say those words but here you were.

“why did you run off, dumbass? you should’ve followed me like you usually do without running off with those extras right behind you.“ he growled, letting go of your hand. “what else was i supposed to do? pretend i was in a relationship with you so they could go away?“ eyes widening in realization you snap your fingers, “wait that could work!“ “what would wor-“ without letting him question you, you pull him by his black muscle tank and smashing your lips onto his.

he stood there, stiff, before relaxing and melting like plush against you. a groan and fading footsteps were heard not too long later and you both pull away. “what did you do that for, dumbass?” he grunts. “just to get those two off my tail,” you shrug. “anyways, do you wanna go on a date later?” you question, slightly teasing bakugou. he just nods and walks away, slight blush on his cheeks.

—

it was common for people to fawn over shoto. being rich and hot as people said, he attracted many girls and boys alike. usually, if someone came up to him and asked him out - he’d simply say no and move on. but there was this one boy, who kept pestering him and trying to get him to go out with him. it took everything in the red and white haired boy to stop himself from unleashing both his ice and fire on this boy from class d. when the boy once again asked him the same question during lunch, shoto replied in his monotone voice, “for the last time, i don’t want to go out with you.”

they were in the lunch line, and you were standing behind tokoyami who was uncomfortably standing behind todoroki and the boy. “what’s happening?” you ask and he says, “a boy keeps asking todoroki out. he keeps refusing but the boy is painfully persistent.” after filling you in, he adds, “you should go help him out.” “huh?” you ask, “how am i supposed to help?” giving you a look, tokoyami sighs, “everyone knows your infuriation with todoroki, it’s plainly obvious. you could go and help him out, and then you could confess your feelings to him and you decide what happens next.”

“for someone who’s mostly quiet, you sure speak a lot, tokoyami,“ you say and sighing you leave your spot and walk in front of todoroki. “l/n what’re you-“ he tries to say but you shush him and take his hand in yours, “sorry i took so long in the bathroom. thanks for saving my spot, love.“ you send a discreet wink in his way and realizing what you were up to, he goes with the plan. you keep talking about something in a lovesick manner when you see the boy from class d stomp away.

“finally,“ you sigh and try to let go of todoroki’s hand, only to realize he’s firmly gripping onto it, a small smile on his lips. you fake gasp and shove his shoulder playfully, “are you smiling?“ “no,“ he lies and you laugh, “you should to it more often, you look cute when you smile.“ he faintly blushes, “thank you, you’re cute too.“

the thing is, neither of you actually confessed but you did genuinely act like a couple from then on.

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WHEN YOU CALL THEM “DUDE”.

― izuku, bakugou, shoto x gn!reader

cw. cursing, not proof read. note. not to sound desperate but reblogs >>>

― IZUKU MIDORIYA.

as usual, he was waiting outside your class so he could walk home with you together. he held on to his bag straps like an excited eight year old on a school fieldtrip, looking left and right as he waited for your class to be dismissed.

when you leave your class after packing your bag, he's grinning at you with his usual lovesick, dopey smile.

“hey dude.”

his smile freezes, shakes, drops, and returns all in the span of 3 seconds.

hell. even his bright eyes seemed to have stopped sparkling at the first .01 second mark before it came back.

“h-hi?” the gears in his head are turning, even when you both start walking toward the school exit, and out the exit and you talk to him about your day.

izuku glances at you with furrowed, worried eyebrows.

it doesn't occur to him that it might be a prank because he trusts you way too much. even if you had pulled countless pranks on him, he never thinks it's another one until you tell him that yourself.

he's turning the numerous questions he had over in his head. okay, you called him dude, what's next, are you going to call him bro?

green eyed, green haired resident cute boy feels like his heart dropped to his ass when you say, “you okay, bro?”

he spoke too soon.

“uh,” he frowns, “yeah?”

you're practically smothering your laughter behind a concerned facade while a little bit of guily settles on your shoulders.

“it's just a prank, 'zuku.”

and the smiley, bubbly, excited cutie is back.

― KATSUKI BAKUGOU.

he has an entirely different reaction than deku does.

he knew something was going to happen the very moment you opened your mouth during a peaceful day at home.

“dude, did you watch that tiktok i sent you?”

man literally lets out a tiny, almost inaudible growl 💀

shakes his head and he looks away from you and glares at the window, trying to figure out what your 'issue' was. his first instinct was that you're mad at him for forgetting something, or that you're in a bad mood, or that maybe he ate your food on accident, or that.....

the list goes on until he thinks, “what if it's just a stupid prank?” after literal minutes of thinking.

once he cancels out the highly unlikely possibilities in his head; leaving him with the highly likely possibilities, he turns back towards you and says, “what's it about?”

“dude!” you exclaim, “it's obviously something funny to brush up your dry ass humour!”

he growls again and scoffs this time too.

by now he's figured out it's a prank, but he takes great offense in your teasing words.

“if you keep calling me that, i'm not going to watch it.”

“guess you're stuck with your nonexistent humour then.”

― SHOTO TODOROKI.

he's the most confused out of all of them.

when you greeted him with a, “good morning, dude” earlier that day, he just looked at you with evident confusion before he brushed it off.

but if you keep doing it randomly through out the day;

pls, he'll just stare at you with an obviously confused expression on his face.

he spends his entire day thinking about what you're doing. from all he knows dude is a term people usually use with their friends, but if he didn't hallucinate the day you made things official, you aren't friends anymore and are instead in a relationship. so you shouldn't be calling him “dude” right?

unless there are more things about relationships that he doesn't understand, yet?

he's so confused it goes up to the point where he's in his own world trying to figure it out without even confronting you head on and asking you what you're doing.

he's got this expression that shows he's in deep concentration and his head his on the hand he's propped up on his table, and he's just gazing into the distance (which is just a ceiling fan) with determined eyes.

once he comes out of his daze due to you waving a hand in front of his face, he just asks, “love, why do you keep calling me dude?”

he just shakes his head at your antics and asks you to not call him that again, since in his words: “it makes me feel like we're just... friends, but we aren't just friends, right?”

thanks for reading! likes and reblogs are appreciated!

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Warnings: swearing

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Housewarming (NSFW) (Bunny!Izuku x Reader)

Summary: Izuku comes over to spend the weekend helping you finish moving into your new house. You learn a few things about the habits of rabbits, including just how deep the rabbit hole goes. (bunny!Izuku x reader) (smut smut smut smut smut)

Warnings/notes: fuckin. just straight up fuckin. biting, hair pulling, tail and ear pulling, oral (giving and receiving), uhhhhh reader has tits and a vag but gender is not confirmed. reader and izu are both switches, praise kink with reader receiving, uhhh I think that’s it? a gratuitous amount of focus on the fact that bunnies wiggle their noses to express interest in things.

A/N: so uh. I’ve NEVER written smut before so please be gentle. but I had a conversation on discord the other night with some of my lovely wives. that conversation started something like this:

the following is how the conversation ended. (writing smut is apparently much easier with live audience commentary, i’ve learned.)

Word count: 8100+

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Spending weekends with Izuku has always been at the top of your list of favorite things, pretty much second only to the man himself. Can anyone blame you? Your rabbit-eared best friend (read: longtime crush) is pretty much the sweetest guy you’ve ever met, his mom is a wonderful woman, and often, you feel more at home curled up with Izuku on his bedroom floor (neither of you ever want to take the bed only to leave the other on the floor, resulting in a history of cuddling each other to sleep and entirely defeating the purpose of sleeping on the floor to begin with) than you do your own house most of the time.

Spending the weekend together has been a monthly ritual for the two of you for years now, beginning in your last year of middle school (consisting of an extremely flustered bunny) when you still lived in the same apartment complex. You’ve since moved and the years have been kind, the innocent ritual remaining steadfast no matter how busy you or Izuku got with school or training or any matter of thing.

Only… This weekend is different. Because in the past, the two of you were always in the dorms or at his mom’s apartment. There were always people somewhere nearby to pop their head in and offer fresh cookies or join in beating you at Mario Kart or put in a noise complaint if you laughed too loud.

In a way, there were always limits.

This weekend is the first in your new house, bought for a surprisingly low price that you can assume is the result of being relatively small and not in a very desirable area.

This weekend, you’re completely alone with him.

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keep me warm

This piece is part of the Citrus Dome server’s “snowed-in” collab! Click here for the masterlist uwu

The local news station hailed it as “the storm of the century,” and they weren’t wrong. You’ve watched the snow pile up beyond the window, building from a light dusting on the grass to literal knee-high drifts. And it shows no sign of stopping. The place you’re stranded is stocked up on groceries, you’d charged every electronic device to your name, and you’d cranked the thermostat as high as it would go until the inevitable happens — The power goes out. 

So now you’re stuck indoors, with only a certain someone for company. The same someone you’ve been pining after for ages. Snow stacks up higher and higher outside. As the cold seeps in, and you both drift closer, you realize this was somehow the one thing you hadn’t thought to prepare for…

Word count: ~3k

Pairing: aged-up pro hero!deku x f!reader

CW/tags: mutual pining idiots, pretty vanilla, soft switch!deku and soft switch!reader, hair pulling, (1) choking, praise kink, oral, overstim

Notes: Shoutout to @m00ns0ng, @icarusburns747 & @andypantsx3 for the editing and morale support. Tagging @samuslut, @lumos-flies, @abswrites, @shinaus, @saint-eridell​ & @tomurasprincess​

“Do we have candles?” Deku called over his shoulder. 

“Yeah, I got vanilla scented candles. Just for you, baby,” you joked as you tried to find the missing matches with your phone’s flashlight. You missed Deku flushing red. You smelled like vanilla and he was all about it.

You had declared needing a vacation with your former U-A classmates and Deku was the only one who could make it. It paid off to organize a trip with somebody as organized and, um, prepared as Deku. The possibility of it being “the snowstorm of the century” didn’t escape you two; however, this was the only time you two could sync up for a vacation. And you both desperately needed one. 

Deku needed a break from being the #1 hero and you needed a break from your manager shafting any email he didn’t want to reply to you. Honestly, sometimes you questioned why you chose being a business student instead of a general studies student at U-A. Goddamn. 

Plus, the vacation spot was a lovely, scenic location far from the city. A cabin in the middle of the mountains with an! Outdoor! Hot! Tub! Super sick. You’d never admit to Deku that you excitedly texted Ochako screaming about the idea of going on a vacation just with him. 

The last time you two had gone on a trip by yourselves was post-high school graduation. The All Might museum road trip was possibly the nerdiest road trip you’ve ever taken but seeing Deku light up was cute as fuck. Except, it was different now. Deku had grown taller and carried himself in a super enticing way.

You were shining your phone’s flashlight to “help him” find the candles—not because you wanted to watch the way his back flex as he rummaged through the cabinets. No, not at all. 

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Valentine’s Day Troubles

A short Bakugo x reader drabble, maybe it could grow later on but for now... We’ll leave it here? Please request things, I’m so bored

     It shouldn’t hurt. He was used to having friends with him now, Kirishima was always there to lend a helping hand, and Denki had his helpful moments- mostly by lowering tension through his stupidity- but that didn’t mean he needed them. They were just... there.

But if that’s the truth, why did it hurt to see them having so much fun without him? Bakugou scrolled further down the Instagram feed he was trying to distract himself with, but the endless photo’s of his friends at Lovely Little Diner- a little restaurant that class 1-A frequents for most of their events- just reminded him of what he was trying to forget. 

He scoffed and pushed his head further into the mattress. It’s not their fault, he looked back at the pictures, they invited me too. At the time, rejecting the offer didn’t seem like such a stupid idea. Now though, lying alone in his bedroom, he wishes he had said yes when Mina proposed the idea.

Bakugo had shot down the invite simply because he didn’t want to spend the day with his idiot’s, he was planning on going on a date. Bakugo had made reservations and he bought flowers- he was so sure she would say yes... but then Y/n agreed to go with them. 

And now he had to lie alone and not be jealous, even though the photos feature her dancing with Todoroki. Even though the group photo highlights Kirishima’s arm around her and not his own. Even though Bakugo has to see her press a kiss to Deku’s cheek on her story. He had to deal with it, even though it hurt his heart so much.

He couldn’t let it get to him, even though the only girl he has ever wanted was dangling off the arms of his best friends and worst enemies. Bakugo throws the phone down next to his leg and closes his eyes. Even though he can’t be bothered to turn off the lights, Bakugo can hope sleep will latch onto him anyway.

Just as his mind starts to wander away from him, soft ping echos through his small dorm room. Having gained his full attention, Bakugo grabs for it and sits back up.

My Dumbass💖:   Hey Katsu! Hope you’re having a good  ♥-day, miss                                          you loser 😜 see you tomorrow!!

He scoffed and smiled, before rolling his eyes. She was thinking about him, even though she was with all her friends... Yeah, he was really in love with her. 

Damn, Valentines day really sucks.

A Cold Winter Night (Tokoyami x Reader)

Pairing: F. Tokoyami

Warnings: Pinning ig, just cute fluff really Words:620 Requested By: @crushonkatsuki and @feelinpeachyken Request:  

Hello, dunno if you are taking requests or not. but, if you are, may i have a random soft Tokoyami (x reader). I mean, I read doesnt hurt pt. 1-3 and I'm feeling soft. thanks!

Could we get another part of the "Doesn't Hurt" series? I need more of MC and Tokoyami living happily ever after!

Thanks for the request! I will always be down to write fluff, but I can’t help but throw a little pain in there special just for you <3 I’m glad you liked Doesn’t Hurt! It means a lot, and I really appreciate the interaction xoxo

       “I think you’re being a little over-dramatic,” Y/n rolled her eyes, and a soft smile grew on her face. Looking into her boyfriends dorm room, a stack of twenty-three blankets piled on his bed caught her eye.

“Is wanting to avoid frostbite overdramatic to you?” Tokoyami had questioned, happily re-arranging his bed into a nest-like appearance big enough for both of them.

“Depends,” she hopped onto the bed, bouncing up and down before her weight was supported by the cheap school-mandated bed frame, “are you outside? How cold is it? And are you in the arctic; because, otherwise I think you’re being a little itty bitty bit overzealous?”

Fumikage made a small noise of displeasure at her shifting the bed arrangement, and he went back to fixing the covers as he said, “You’re just lucky I love you enough to rescue you from that frozen balcony of yours,” 

“Jokes on you, I like freezing on my balcony,” She winked at him, a sense of validation falling on her once her boyfriend snorted at her snarky remarks. 

“You’re ridiculous, y’know that, right?”

“Oh, of course, it takes a lot of work to be this perfect,” she moved over so Fumikage would have enough room to sit beside her, back cushioned by a wall of pillows.

“It works for you,” he smiled, pulling his laptop onto his lap- tilting it so there would be no glare from Y/n’s angle. 

“What does?” She asked, shifting closer to his body heat.

“Perfection,”

A small blush and quaint smile pulled on her lips as she softly placed her head on his shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut. “You’re such a dork, just start the movie,”

—————————————

As the night went on, Fumikage found Y/n nestled happily in the warmth of his make-shift nest of blankets and pillows.

The soft glow of his laptop screen illuminated her face- he couldn’t help but wonder how he got so lucky. She truly is the epitome of perfection; Y/n is beautiful on the outside, but it was the golden glow of her heart that drew him in.

Her kind smile, the gentle touch of her hand when she comforted him, her never ending support on all his ventures; how she came to settle for him was beyond what Tokoyami could comprehend. Whatever deity was out there definitely did him a favor.

His feathers ruffled up as she nestled her face into the crook of his neck, it tickled but Y/n was the cutest person to ever exist. He gave her a soft peck on the forehead and rested his chin on the top of her head. 

Y/n smiled so softly it would be impossible to see unless it was actively searched for. It was clear to everyone that they were to impossibly in love with each other, they were twin flames- made for each other in every possible way. Like two pieces of a puzzle their hands were molded for each other, and every night Y/n’s soulmate went to sleep wishing he was the one sleeping next to her.

Every night, just a wall away, he fell asleep hearing them speak so softly to each other, just imagining she was with him instead of Tokoyami. Every night he lays wondering where he went wrong, why she never even looked his way. Shoto thought he would never fall in love, but, as soon as he did, he realized he was too late.

She was a beautiful angel who would never be with him, and the worst thing was that he was happy for her. At least he knew she would fall asleep with a smile on her face every night- it just hurt that it wasn’t him that put it there. 

What It Means To Be Dead (Tokoyami x Reader)

Fandom: Bnha Warnings: Mentions of Dying, depression, bullying, abuse, and strong language Words: 2k259 Requested By: Anon <3 Request:  Hi I love your writing! Can I request one where Tokoyami )or anyone you'd like really,) finds a collection of old-ish diaries and letters while cleaning? The person's handwriting is very distinct and pretty (Think 1700's love letter find) but they never mention their name. As they read more of it they find newer entries where Aizawa is mentioned so they ask him about it only to find out the person who wrote them died almost 100 years ago and 'haunts' the school. (Sorry for long request) A/N: I deviated a little from the request, but I hope you like it!

            The night had already came and claimed the land of UA for itself. Shadows overtook the courtyards, and darkness fell across the classrooms, but not everyone had retreated to the safety of their comforters which shielded them from the secrets which the black abyss held so dear. 

After a draining day of learning and training, Tokoyami wanted nothing more than to go to sleep- sadly, it was his turn to clean the classroom. It was annoying and boring and he’d give anything to be able to go to sleep, but fair is fair and he wasn’t the tyrannical type.

And so, he washed the windows and wiped down the desks. He swept the floors and organized the textbooks, and he turned to put the broom back into the small closet in the corner of the classroom. With a heavy sigh, Fumikage realized he should probably tidy up the dirty, dust-filled, death trap that was called a broom closet. 

Narrowing his eyes at the cobwebs, he started to knock them down with the end of the broomstick (Seriously praying to whatever god there is that no spider fell onto his feathers). The room was in worse condition on closer inspection, it looked like not a soul had thought to clean it since the school was built. 

After taking the time to sweep the floors, wipe down the door and the counters, and organize the books, Tokoyami was beyond tired and ready to fall asleep in the still-somehow-dirty closet. No matter how many times he swung at the cobwebs, how many times he picked up the coats and books and papers on the floor, despite the effort he put into tidying up the smallish space, it still seemed to have a weird layer of age coating itself entirely.

The closet felt preserved in time, like the oldness it felt was not just in the items littered about, but in the very walls itself. The things it’s seen, the memories it held, something about the space simply felt... wrong. 

He turned to a corner he hadn’t worked on, inwardly groaning at the amount of work he still had to do despite the time of night. With a huff, he began to organize the textbooks and pages of work sprawled around the space. 

His hands fell upon and old leather book- very different in both appearance and age when compared to the marble notebooks that surrounded it. Leaning over, he saw ten to fifteen more of there journal like collections shoved deep into the corner of the room. 

Tentatively, he peeled open the first book. Looking at the pages, it looked to be the diary of a girl- the beautiful handwriting looked like it belonged to someone who saw the beauty that exists within the written language, someone who stops to smell the flowers, a person who looks at sunsets and bakes goods to say they love you. 

The ink that bled onto the early pages spoke of a student, a girl who wanted to be so much more, someone who wanted to save the world. He became enthralled by the speech patterns, the phrases and swirls of the letters drew him closer, enchanting his eyes to never leave the pages.

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Soon the pages became all he could think about, even after he had to abandon the closet to race to bed. During class all he could think of was the feeling of the crisp paper under his touch. The voices of his friends seemed ugly, seemed to be missing the douse of honesty and beauty he had been exposed to, even when he was practicing all he could focus on was the experiences of the girl who wrote down all her inner thoughts. 

It was like she haunted him, appearing everywhere he went. Like she poisoned him, infecting his thoughts and feelings. She became everything to him so soon, every word had him on edge, every sentence a beautiful stream of imagery that he would give nothing but to experiencing along side her, what he wouldn’t give to see the world through her eyes of love.

As the day ended, he had quiet easily convinced Sero that he should take over his night of cleaning. Sure the actual work was quiet annoying, but he would be rewarded with her sweet words, he had left the book in the corner in his rush to get back to his dorm; he regretted his oversight the moment he laid down.

“Tokoyami, wasn’t your cleaning duty last night?” Aizawa asked, his eyes lazy looking up from the papers he was grading to make contact with Fumikage’s red ones. 

“Yes sir, it was. I volunteered to take over tonight as well,” 

“Mhm, and is there a reason for this?” He raised his eyebrow, dragging his briefcase off the table with him. 

“Cleaning helps me think,” this wasn’t a total lie, reading the journal will calm his raging thoughts of the mystery girl. 

“Just don’t make a habit of it,” his teacher echoed, not having enough energy to further investigate a seemingly innocent interaction.

Tokoyami was much faster with cleaning that day, and he was even faster to sprint inside the broom closet. He grabbed the leather books and raced back to his room, already feeling the warmth her voice provided. 

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The passages started off innocent enough, complaints about school, fantasizing about a better life, just a teen writing down their emotions. It then morphed into the beauty in everything, words that didn’t release Fumikage’s eyes until they were tearing up from dryness. 

Then, things took a darker turn. Dark thoughts disguised in poems, things others have said to her, representation of her pain in drawings scattered throughout the book. The beautiful world- though still majestic in its own way- turned dark and twisted.

It was painful to read, and yet he couldn’t look away. It was like the book became a part of him- no. It was like he became a part of the book, nothing more than the cracked parchment and spilled ink. It was dehumanizing, but he wouldn’t change his position for anything in the world.

His bed was taken over by the old pages, dating back over two hundred years ago. The writer was in the post-quirk awakening. The world had just discovered the glowing child right before she was born. She was one of the first quirk holders in the world- one of the first one hundred Japanese citizens to have a quirk.

The journals started when she was ten- though that book was the fifth one he read. After that discovery, he categorized them in chronological order to read along with the flow of time. She wrote of the manifestation of her quirk- her parents had been struck with terror when their daughter walked through the wall of their living room to get into her bedroom. 

That was the first moment she realized how different she is. Her life never seemed to go back to the way it was before, not even after the initial shock of what she could do faded from her parents; because, there would always be a new shock, a new ability, and no one was prepared to help her.

He realized, reading more about how the quirkless treated her, that her life would have been much different is she had lived in his time. Hearing the slurs and bullying they  put her through, he wishes she could see how much the world has changed- would she be happy or sad that her bully's became the minority and were mocked in their normal-ness or if she would be ashamed of the people like her.

He was very satisfied that the people who made her life so awful were getting a taste of their own medicine, but he did wonder if that made him a bad person. Tokoyami figures that it really didn’t matter, she was gone so her opinion would never be known. 

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“Death didn’t feel like I thought it would. Surprisingly, it was reminiscent of when I use my quirk to posses things or people. My body was there, on the floor, but I was floating above it. Much like I am when I leave my body before finding my target. The cold was instantly recognizable- like an abyss with no end.

The only difference I’ve noticed so far is the lack of body to return to, though I can enter it, it acts as an object. While I cannot move it, I can see out of it. It’s therapeutic in a way. Really, this must have been the best case scenario- I could see how everyone reacts, see who really cares about me.

It was hard at first, seeing all theses people, who I believed were simply pretending to care, braking down behind closed doors. It was only my sister- whom held no quirk- that cared. She did everything she could to make my funeral how I wanted it, and she preserved my bedroom the way I liked it. That was a nice gesture, it truly was. 

Now my life has come to an end- my body buried under ground, never to be seen again- I can’t help but wonder what comes next. How long will I be held in this mortal world? Will others be like me, or will I be forced to live alone in the agonizing realization that comes with immortality? I guess I’ll simply have to wait and see,”

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He had fallen asleep after reading the last passage in the ninth book- where she described how she stayed a student at UA even after death. The names she referenced had been lost in time- Pro-heroes that have long been dead and are now another name on the Hero Memorial wall. 

She had possessed her home room teacher and walked to the headmaster- there she said what had happened. Her headmaster agreed to keep her on as a student, but only under the condition that she wouldn’t unnecessarily possess an unknowing student. It was fair- annoying but fair. They gave her her old desk and she worked along side everyone. When he woke up, the book had moved on its own. 

There was a page opened- an elegant scipt sprawllled at the top but had been smuged since it was written- the only elligable part following what could be assumed to be a name: Phatom-- The Ghost Hero. The script was familiar, but it wasn’t the handwriting the rest of the journal was written in. Beneath it was a drawing of a girl- a girl more beautiful than anyone Fumikage had ever seen. It was a realistic depiction and it looked modern- it was only with that realization which led Tokoyomi to realize this journal wasn’t one he had seen before. Flipping through it, he hadn’t even noticed its sudden appearance. It was the newest one of them all- spanning for the last decade.  He leaned back in his bed and began,

So I guess it’s been a while huh? Here are some general updates: Shouta from class 2-A is an idiot but I guess he’s kinda cute. We picked out hero names today, I wanted to just keep my name but he dubbed me Phantom.. I called him Eraserhead in return. I hope it sticks. 

I’ve graduated from UA more than six times now- but I kinda like it. I do some professional hero work- especially info recall- but I’m worried about how the public will react to a ghost. It would definitely fuck with some peoples religious views. 

It’s better this way. I’ve also decided to distance myself from Shinso- she and I got along great, but her twin brother has been acting weirdly around me for a while. His quirk is amazing, but I’ve seen plenty of unstable students pass through these halls and I know enough to keep my distance. Shouta doesn’t seem to agree- neither does Hizashi. I guess only time will tell.

As for manifesting my physical form- it’s a lot harder than I had hoped. I can become visual for three active minutes or ten minutes with no moving. I’m still not touchable, but I hope that will change with time. That’s all for now- I’ll try to check in soon.

He shook his head- surely those names must be common, but she was in UA and only so many coincidences can happen at one time. He wonders how she was now. Mostly, he wonders if she’s still at UA. They hadn’t announced her as a student, so was she a pro hero now? 

Was it weird to still be in the body of a sixteen year old? There were so many issues with immortality- he wondered how she coped with it. These questions abused him throughout the morning. He thought of how lonely she must be, how it must be so awful to be all by herself.

He wondered why he cared so much- why had he developed such a strong scene of attachement to this girl? The fuzzy feeling in his chest when he saw the drawing of the girl had taken up his entire mind- he needed to know more.

As soon as he entered his familiar class room he marched straight up to his teachers desk with passion in his eyes- “Professor, can we talk after class? I have some questions I’d like to ask you,”

Aizawa glarred at the corner of the room, an annoyed frown tugging at his lips. This was gonna be a long day.

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A/N 

Sorry for dropping off the planet everyone! This has been in the drafts for a  long time and finally gets to see the light of day. I’ve had some mental health issues (not related to this story don’t worry) and am working on myself. I fully intend to finish the Christmas countdown I committed to and this account is still active, but this will remain on the back burner until I am well on my way to recovery. Requests will remain open for the time being and I will continue to make progress. Thank you for the lovely anon’s in my inbox with constant support and requests, I appreciate all of you. Thank you all and I hope you enjoyed this work <3