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Meeting Class 1-A: Latina reader Headcanons

BNHA Class 1-A with Latina! Reader

This is my first work on here and I’m trying to get a feel for it since a lot of my works are just sitting in my notes!

pls enjoy my crappy writing.

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* The second you walked through the door, you stood out.

* Your complexion being a smidge darker than everyone else’s in the classroom, a beautiful honey tone.

* Your unruly hair framed your face with a beautiful dark color, your curls adding to its volume.

* The girls stared in awe as you were one of the prettiest girls they’ve ever seen, immediately wanting to befriend you.

* The guys looked you over and shared the same thoughts as the girls,,

* although some a little more perverted than others

* *cough* m*neta *cough*

* Aizawa introduced you as a foreign student from America and wasted no time telling you to take your seat, continuing the lesson.

* Come the first break and you are immediately bombarded with greetings.

* You greet back with enthusiasm, your American accent slipping through.

* Come months later and you were great friends with many people in the class and they can’t help but still be enthralled by your heritage.

* They love to hear you sing classic Latin songs and love watching you jam to Selena while you clean.

* When you get homesick you play bachata and merengue and can’t help but dance and swing your hips to the music, twirling as you grab your nearby victims friends to dance with.

* When it’s your turn to cook in the dorms, you decide to made some simple traditional meals like tortas, tostadas, albóndigas, sopa and carne asada for the boys who can’t seem to live without meat.

* It doesn’t take them long to get used to you and your culture. they also tend to crave it sometimes.

* They’ve also picked up on your slang and lingo, whether it be American or Mexican.

* “You all have extra training this week for Bakugo’s behavior.”

* “Ay no mames!”

* Que you and the others laughing while Aizawa rethinks his life choices.

* during your free time when you can just dress however, you like to incorporate some Hispanic accents here and there as well as American style and such.

* They love to hear you speak Spanish!

* When you get phone calls or video chats with your family back home, and your grandparents (and/or parents) want to speak, you fluently slip into Spanish.

* They love to hear you roll your r’s and just your voice in a different language in general.

* They also LOVE when you share traditions and holidays!

* Christmas?

* They decide to wait till midnight to open the gifts.

* Día De Los Muertos?

* you set up an ofrenda and in the common room and offer your friends the ability to put up their own photos.

* You bet your ass that Toya and Nana are up on that ofrenda.

* You also tend to work closely with Sato to make traditional Mexican sweets like conchas, other pan dulce, candies and chocolate de la abuelita 

*you end up making it for the class after particularly hard days.

La Chancla

Hanta Sero x F!Latina!Reader

Contains: cursing, mostly in Spanish, la chancla

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Everyone was in the common room talking amongst themselves, playing games, eating, overall enjoying their time. That was all disrupted when they began to hear shouts coming from the floors above them,  “Is that (y/n)?” Mina asked Kaminari as he listened and nodded shortly after, “what do you think they’re fighting about?” Kirishima asked aloud, everyone coming to the conclusion that you and Sero were arguing. 

“I cannot fucking BELIEVE that you would do that to me!” They heard you shout, some wincing at how angry you sounded. “Babe im sorry! I didn’t mean to-“ “”didn’t mean to” my ass! you knew it was wrong but you still did it anyway!” You shouted back, everyone now curious and slightly worried as to what sparked the argument. “It Sounds bad.” Kaminari shivered as he remembered the last time you had gotten upset.

A loud shriek was heard, snapping the others out of their thoughts making them turn their heads to the elevator, “she’s gonna get me!” Sero shouted as he bolted out of it, the elevator going up to pick you up. “What’s going on?” Mina asked again as her friend sped by, “no time to explain!” He shouted as he ran past everyone, trying to make his way to the front door, Only for the elevator to let you off.

Everyone watched in amusement as you stormed out of the elevator with unfamiliar snack wrappers in your left hand and your shoe in your right. “No babe! Please!” Sero shouted after you reeled your arm back, “YA GUEY!!” He shouted as you launched your shoe across the large common room, everyone comedically following it through the air until it hit Sero square in the face, making him fall back with a cry. 

“Woah (y/n)-chan! What special move was that? You threw that with incredible accuracy from all the way over there!” Midoriya asked as Sero groaned, “that wasn’t her pinche quirk!” He yelled, holding his nose as it had begun to bleed. “If you eat my snacks again, you’re dead babe.” You said as you walked over to go pick up your shoe, walking away to discard her empty snacks that she didn’t get to eat, “did you eat her care package snacks bro?” Kirishima asked the boy on the floor, Sero only grinned through the pain and nodded, making the others sigh. 

Lunch

Pairings: Taishiro Toyomitsu (FatGum) X Reader

Summary: You visit your husband’s agency to take him and his interns some food. 

Warnings: reader being referred to as ‘wife’, ooc, fluff, a child, spanish speaking

Notes: Aside from sero i also love fatgum,, labeled as Latina reader but its only spanish speaking and mention of being able to make mexican dishes so anyone can read anyway. so pls enjoy uwu

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“Hola mi amor! I brought you some lunch.” You said as you and daughter brought in bags from nearby fast food places, as well as a bag of takoyaki from his favorite stand.

“Hi daddy!” Your daughter shouted as she put the food on his desk and got a running start, laughing herself into his stomach.

His loud laugh rang through his office as he squeezed his little girl close, 

“Hiya my little concha!” He said as he lifted his little girl over his head, her fingertips almost brushing the ceiling, making her shriek in laughter.

He placed her on his shoulder and watched as his wife waltzed over, smiling up at him.

“Thanks for the lunch babe.” He said as he wrapped an arm around your waist and picked you up to kiss him.

“I also brought some food for Tamaki and your new intern, although I didn’t know what he’d like so I just brought him McDonald’s.” You fussed as the two ended up walking through the door as you ranted to your husband.

“Tama-Chan!!” Your daughter yelled out when she saw the third year, scrambling to climb down from her father and to the shy boy. The boy smiled softly down at her, although slightly startled by her outburst. The girl then stood in front of him and calmed down and in a soft voice spoke,

“Hi Tama-chan, I missed you.” She said clapping her hands together and tugging at his cape.

Kirishima looked down in surprise at the girl, most kids around her age would be loud and rowdy, stressing out his older friend. 

“Hello! You must be Kirishima, my husband has told me so much about you!” You said as you stick your hand out for the boy to shake,

He slightly blushed at your kindness and look your hand, he froze, a tad confused,

“Your husband, miss?” He asked,

“What kid? She too pretty to be my wife?” He heard his boss say as he walked up behind the woman and placed a large hand on her shoulder.

“N-No sir! I was just surprised! You never mentioned being married,” He stuttered making you laugh,

“Daddy! I’m gonna marry Tama-chan!” Your daughter said making you laugh,

“-Or having a kid!” He continued as Fatgum pulled his daughter off of a flustered Tamaki,

“She’s claimed to love Tamaki since the first time she met him.” You explain with a giggle as you lit up,

“Oh! I forgot! I brought you two lunch. I didn’t know what you like Kirishima so I brought you some McDonald’s, I hope that’s okay.” You said as you looked off to the side, worried 

“Thank you Ms. Gum! You really didn’t have to do that!” He said as your daughter handed him the bag of food.

“I’m (d/n).” She said as she looked up at the red head.

“I’m Eijiro Kirishima, nice to meet you.” He introduced as he crouched down to her level and stuck a hand out for her to shake,

She looked into his eyes and slowly gasped, her eyes sparkling, she took his face in her little hands and smiled,

“I love you! We’re gonna get married!” She said as her parents and Tamaki froze.

Tamaki went to go sulk against a wall while you gently giggled and rubbed his back,

“Don’t think too much about it Tamaki, hun.” You said as he mumbled.

Fatgum had pried his daughter away from Kirishima who was careful not to activate his quirk. Said boy watched your daughter climb her father, at one point sinking into his fat and falling into a fit of laughter. 

“Tamaki, I brought you some refills from the market.” Kirishima hears you say from behind, handing the indigo haired boy a few small paper bags with what he assumed was food he could use with his quirk. The boy took them gratefully and quietly thanked the woman.

Kirishima at this point was already digging into his meal that you’d brought him, watching, amused at how your daughter interacted with Tamaki. 

“We have to go now, vamonos cariño, you say to your daughter, holding your hand out for her to take hold of, “hold on mommy!” she calls, running over to Kirishima and wrapping her little arms around his leg, “bye Kiripima!” she says with a wide smile as she ruffled her hair, watching her scatter off to her waiting mother. 

“please be careful tonight, I have a feeling.” you say looking up at your husband who came down to press a kiss to your head, “of course puddin’.” he responded smiling down at his wife and daughter, “te amo Tai.” you whisper to him as he grins widely, “i love you too, sugar. See you and the dumplin at home.” he says waving to you as you both walk out,  giving a final call and wave to the interns.

“Tamaki, Kirishima! Stay safe tonight!”

Kirishima smiled at the concern and waved back, sniffing happily and looking over at his boss, “your wife is so nice Fatgum!” he gushes, finishing the last of his burger.

“She cooks the best Mexican food too! you two should come to dinner on friday!”

“all right!” “i-i can’t believe (d/n) doesn’t like me anymore…” 

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la rosca

pairings: hanta sero x latina!reader

summary: es la rosca de reyes, who has the baby?

warnings: spanish, cursing, a knife?, crack, let’s pretend sato has a bakery grade oven-

notes: just a little thing based on something that happened to my tia lmao

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it was january 6th, a lot of people would say it’s just a normal day, but for you and sero, it was a holiday.

el rosca de reyes is a traditional holiday where members of your family or household, would gather to cut a slice of a large decorated bread. the bread, decorated with sugar and colorful candies had about 11 tiny plastic babies. if your slice had one of these, you had to make food for everyone in a few weeks to come.

thinking it would be a fun thing to do with your classmates, you enlisted sato to aid you in baking the rosca. once it was in the oven, the others became curious,

“what’s that?” they asked, crouching to get a look at the bread, “it’s for tonight! it’s a sweet bread!” you explained, deciding to keep the actual explanation till later that night.

and a few hours later, there you were, surrounding the large bread on one of the dorm’s tables as the others looked at it curiously.

“so.. there’s babies inside?..” kaminari asked, stepping away and behind kirishima, you and sero laughed, “obviously not real babies, just little plastic ones.” you explain.

“and if we cut a piece and the baby’s inside, we have to cook?” midoriya asked while taking notes. he had made it his job to note every important holiday for you, mostly so you’d feel a little more at home when they came around.

“pretty much!” you say waving the bread knife, “who’s first?” you call, looking around to see a lot of your friends had their hands raised, “iida! how about you go first.” you say handing him the knife, “as class president, i should participate!” was all he said before bending down to cut a slice.

the class watched in anticipation, so once he pulled his piece away you moved around him to look, “check inside.” you say as he poked his finger into the bread, feeling around for any plastic, “empty.” was all he said, sounding almost saddened.

“para la otra vez.” you sympathize, patting his shoulder and handing the knife to sero who passed it to the next person.

so because of how big the class was you guys had to make a pretty big rosca, so everyone had enough to go around. “what’s going on here?” aizawa asked as he entered, raising a brow at his students who were huddled around a table.

“want a slice?” you ask happily, watching him think over it before ultimately nodding, “here you go.” you say handing him the knife, curious as to why he needed to cut it.

with a slight shrug, he hunched down to cut a pice, only for the knife to hit something. everyone’s heads turned to their teacher, eyes lighting up at his mild confusion. managing to split his piece, he pulled it up to his face, plucking out the little white plastic baby,

“what the hell?..” he muttered as you all laughed, “there’s a baby in this bread?” he looked at you, mostly for confirmation if it should’ve been there or not.

“looks like you gotta cook for us aizawa!” kaminari and mina cheered as he raised another brow at the news.

sero decided it was his turn, cutting piece and handing the knife over to someone else. he winked at you and took a bite.

you remembered you actually had made some hot chocolate to accompany the bread, and the second you turned around, you missed the way sero’s jaw tensed and eyes widened.

“mmpf- don’t worry baby, i’ll go get it-“ he said covering his mouth, cheeks stuffed with bread. thinking nothing of it you nodded and went back to the group, laughing when bakugou pulled the baby out of his slice.

due to the loud commotion of your peers and the fact that all might had joined the celebration, you almost missed the sound that came from the kitchen, you’re surprised you even heard it.

the clank of something hard falling into the sink. turning around at breakneck speed, you caught sero hunched over the sink, mouth now empty.

your jaw dropped and a laugh of disbelief came from you, catching a few of your classmates’ attention.

“you did NOT just do what i think you just did!” you say moving over to the sink, only for sero to stop you and try and guide you back to the dining tables, “what are you talking about?” he tried, although unsuccessful when shoji stretched an eye to the sink, his covered mouth reveling the news.

“he spit out the baby.” he said which made everyone laugh at his poor attempt to hide the fact he had gotten the baby.

“so, what cha making?” you ask him, handing him the offending object and pulling him back to the table, “you know i’m not good at cooking.” he says rubbing the back of his neck.

standing on your tippy toes, you lean up and kiss his cheek, his flushed cheeks making you smile, “i’ll help you out mi amor.”