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takingchences · 3 months

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ultraviolet pt. 9 - BAKUGOU

A descendant of a legendary quirk longs to separate herself from her family name, but first she'll have to confront villains, ghosts from the past, and her growing attraction for Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x OP!fem!oc

Warnings: mature language

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After the attack, U.A gave the students the following two days off to rest and recover from their traumatic ordeal. Their first day back, Sana was horrified by the state of their homeroom teacher. Mr. Aizawa was wrapped head to toe in gauze, his eyes mere slits, with both of his arms in casts.

He looks like a freshly dead mummy.

She applauded his badassery and dedication, but after hearing from the others how serious his injuries were, she'd assumed (like a normal person) that the Pro Hero would at least be on bed leave for a few days. Considering how sleep deprived he seemed all the time, she thought he'd be thrilled. Apparently not.

He reminded them that the world famous U.A Sports Festival was drawing closer, and after recent events, all eyes would be on them. But no pressure, right? She balanced her chin on her fist.

Classes resumed like normal, as though USJ never happened. It wasn't until the final bell rang that things got, well, strange. Students from all grades and classes swarmed their classroom door, blocking them in.

Shinso made a dramatic appearance, where he proceeded to declare war on their class and challenge the entire Hero Course for a spot. He'd made his intentions of joining the hero course clear very early into their friendship.

From how her classmates had described the entrance exam, people with quirks like Shinso's were doomed from the start. He never stood a chance making it into the Hero Course... until now.

He was determined to get noticed this time around, and Sana was willing to help him reach his goal however she could. She gave him tips to improve his training regimen and offered to spar with him whenever he wanted. The two had lunch together at his usual spot two or three times a week, and spent the majority of it exchanging memes and gushing over cute cat videos. Shinso was funny in a dry, sarcastic way that she appreciated. He was easy to talk to, and his laid back attitude put her at ease.

He wasn't ready to join her at her table just yet, but she always kept a seat open just in case.

After finishing her homework, showering, and eating dinner, Sana set her grand plan in motion. Stretching out across her bed on her stomach, with her phone in one hand and a piece of paper in the other, she started typing.

Sent 8:03pm

Hey hotshot

Sent 8:06pm

The fuck

Sent 8:08pm

How the fuck did you get this number

Sent 8:09pm

I'm surprised you're still awake. You walk around like a grumpy old man with arthritic knees so I figured you'd be in bed by six

Sent 8:09pm

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS

Sent 8:10pm

If I told you I'd have to kill you

Sent 8:11

I'd kill you first

Sent 8:12pm

Good luck with that considering you have no idea who I am

Sent 8:13pm

Fuck you

Sent 8:13pm

How the hell did you get my number

Sent 8:15pm

I gave Midoriya an offer he couldn't refuse

Sent 8:16pm

FUCKING DEKU! ILL EXPLODE HIS ASS

Sent 8:16pm

That's kinky

Sana smirked down at the screen as the message bubbles danced, anticipating his reply. She giggled quietly to herself, picturing him stomping around his room throwing a fit. She could practically hear his demonic screeching through the device.

Irritating Bakugou brought her a special type of joy. The only other experiences that could compare were rebelling against her father, or cracking Shoto's mask of indifference. The ability to provoke such intense emotions in someone was addictive.

It took a few minutes for the boy to respond.

Sent 8:21pm

I'm losing fucking brain cells talking to you

Sent 8:21pm

Well I know you only have so many to spare so I'll make this quick

Sent 8:21pm

Train with me

Sent 8:23pm

The fuck

Sent 8:25pm

You know that's not technically a question right?

Sent 8:26pm

Meet me at Yoshida Park at 10:00am

Sent 8:26pm

Fuck off

Sent 8:27pm

You're right. What could you possibly teach me? I'd be better off asking Midoriya

Sent 8:27pm

YOUR ASS BETTER NOT BE LATE OR ILL FUCKING STRANGLE YOU

Sent 8:28pm

Another kink? I'm learning a lot about you Bakugou

Sent 8:29pm

FUCK OFF

Sent 8:31pm

Lmao

Sent 8:31pm

Good night hotshot

The blonde tossed his phone across the room, screaming curses at the unknown number.

"Shut up, ya damn brat!" His mother's loud voice scolded him from downstairs. "Isn't it past your bedtime?!"

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Bakugou walked with purpose towards Yoshida Park. He was familiar with it, having spent most of his childhood exploring the grounds with his followers. It was a short walk, but he'd had all night to plan. The unknown number had disrupted his sleep schedule after all.

First, he'd go to the park and murder whatever extra had been unlucky enough to mess with him. Then, on his way back, he'd pay Midoriya a special visit.

He had a list of suspects he'd been going back and forth on. First on the list was Shitty Hair, but Bakugou quickly realized it couldn't have been the spiky-haired boy. The redhead was putting in a lot of effort to befriend him—even more so after their team up during USJ—but the boy was far too shy. Second and third on his list were Dunce Face and Scotch Tape. They shared one brain cell between them, and both were confident enough to say such provocative things, but not so dumb that they'd ask to meet him face to face afterwards.

They had to know it would only end in bloodshed... theirs to be exact.

That left Raccoon Eyes or Flashlight. He hadn't interacted much with the pink-skinned girl, only in group settings, and even then, she'd barely stop to acknowledge him before getting into shit with Dunce Face or her "wifey."

One by one he marked names off until only one dumbass remained.

He stopped at the entrance of the park, spotting said girl leaning against a tree. Thick lashes fanned out across her cheekbones, her arms loosely crossed. A red and white gym bag was slung over her shoulder. She wore black leggings paired with a cherry red sports jacket, her hair held back by her signature ribbon. Bakugou himself sported his usual baggy black sweatpants and low cut black tank.

Her eyes fluttered open, the jewel-like irises sparkling in the morning sun. "Right on time." She pushed off of the tree. "Have you stretched?"

"I'm not here to train." He glowered down at her, their faces inches apart. Sana's expression remained neutral, but her amusement was obvious in the curve of her lips. "I'm here to kick your ass-"

"Again with the ass thing," Sana tutted, shaking her head in disapproval. "Is that all you can think about?"

"Shut the fu-"

"Language, asshole." she hissed, smacking his arm as a family of four walked by them. Sana gave him a coy smile. "There are children present."

Bakugou was seconds away from blowing a fuse, crackling sounds filling the air as his palms smoked. "Come on," she slid her hand down his arm with a soft, feather-like touch to grab his wrist. "Let's get started."

Bakugou muttered threats and curses under his breath, but continued to follow her to a secluded area with a dense tree line. A few feet ahead, the trees parted to reveal a decent sized clearing.

"How did you get that damn nerd to give you my number?" The blonde grumbled, ripping his arm from her grip.

"Oh, that?" She shrugged. "I bribed him with a limited edition All Might collectible." She remembered how flushed the greenette became after she cornered him after class the other day. He'd been a sweaty, stuttering mess until she'd unzipped her backpack and shown him what she'd hidden inside. Seeing Bakugou's pissed off face now, it was definitely worth all the yen.

"... which one."

Sana blinked. His gruff voice was so quiet that she nearly didn't catch the words. The boisterous blonde she'd come to know was now scowling passionately at a tree, but his mouth was... is he pouting?!

Her lips split into a chesshire grin. "My, my. Is the mighty Bakugou secretly a fanboy?"

His brows furrowed even further at the teasing. "Do you ever shut the hell up?" His hair seemed to puff up even more in anger. Cute. "I'm nothing like that nerd!"

"Aren't you the nerdy one, though?" Sana tapped her chin with her pointer finger, eyes rolled upwards as she pretended to think. "I'm pretty sure you scored higher than him on last week's test."

She smirked in delight as Bakugou's body began to vibrate in anger, his nostrils flaring.

She stretched her body, warming up her muscles in preparation for what was probably going to be one of the hardest training sessions of her life. Bakugou wasn't the type to do anything without giving it his all. It was as admirable as it was daunting. She rolled her shoulders back, her neck popping with a satisfying crack. "Ready?"

The blonde smirked, his hands sparking to life. "I'm gonna enjoy this."

Fighting Bakugou proved to be even more of a challenge than she'd anticipated. He was strong and fast, every movement well thought out and well executed. He was also relentless, refusing to give her any time to recover or even think. It was purely instinctive, forcing her to rely on her reflexes. She was suddenly grateful for the decade of combat training Endeavor had instilled in every fiber of her being.

It was different, to say the least.

She was so used to going up against Shoto. Back when they were still talking, she'd been able to anticipate his movements with one look. Maybe that was part of the problem. Were they so intune with each other that there was no longer room for improvement? Had they reached a point in their training where they were unable to learn from each other going forward?

Sana groaned, returning to the problem at hand. She threw the blonde a dirty look for the particularly hard kick he'd just delivered to her side. He huffed a laugh, his lips parted in a crooked smile. "Not so cocky now, huh?"

"That's funny coming from you." She lunged, finally landing a hit to his jaw. They'd been at it for hours now, and Bakugou showed no sign of stopping anytime soon. There was no way he wasn't as exhausted as she was, but she knew he'd rather die than admit to such a thing. As if being human was equivalent to him being weak.

After another half hour of this, she finally gave up.

"Okay, okay." Sana backed away, holding her palms up in surrender. He stopped mid punch, his eyes narrowed. "Let's take a break."

He clicked his tongue, watching as she approached the gym bag she'd abandoned in the shade, walking back to him and dropping it at his feet. The pastel teen crouched to unzip the bag, removing two towels, some protein bars, and two water bottles. He caught the towel she tossed him with ease, swiping the fabric across his face and jaw. She plopped down on the ground, motioning for him to do the same. With an annoyed grunt, he complied, snatching the water and snack out of her hands.

She shook her head in amusement, knowing he wasn't nearly as frustrated as he pretended to be. "So dramatic," she muttered under her breath.

Surprisingly, the silence between them wasn't uncomfortable. It was actually pretty nice. She could hear the small sounds of nature around them: the low buzz of insects and the soft rustling of tree branches above their heads. It was something she'd never associated with Bakugou before...

Peaceful.

After practically inhaling their protein bars, the two teens laid down on their backs in the grass. The sky had darkened to a dark blue, a few stars already visible.

Sana turned her head to peek at the boy next to her. Both of their chests were heaving lightly, their skin dewy with sweat. He had his arms folded behind his head with his eyes closed. As if feeling her gaze, he cracked one eye open and grimaced.

"What're you staring at?" Even in the limited light, she could've sworn his cheeks were now dusted in a rosy hue.

"Nothing," she averted her gaze, her own face burning under his scrutiny. "It's just... I'm glad you stayed." Sana admitted softly. Never in her life had she felt so bashful. It took everything in her not to squirm uncomfortably as she waited for him to say something. Anything. Bakugou scoffed, his eyes hooded as he watched the sky slowly darken. Sana joined him in stargazing. After a few minutes, the blonde cleared his throat.

"I guess it wasn't a complete waste of time."

Sana snickered. "That was really hard for you to admit, wasn't it?" A tch was his only response, but in the limited light, it almost looked like he was smiling.

They stayed like that until the sky glittered with stars, like diamonds against midnight velvet. The two teens climbed to their feet, dusting dirt and grass off of their clothes. Sana called out just as Bakugou made to leave.

"Wait." The blonde turned to glance over his shoulder. The solar-powered girl riffled through her gym bag before pulling out a medium-sized package. "Here," she held it out for him to take. Bakugou removed his hand from his pocket and took the box. Flipping it around, his eyes widened. His jaw loosened in shock.

"The hell...?"

Sana rubbed her neck, avoiding looking directly at the blonde. "I figured I owed you for coming down here." She peeked at him from beneath her lashes. "You don't have that one, right?"

Bakugou clutched the box containing the limited edition Silver Age All Might figurine tightly. He remembered demanding his parents for one as a child. How they'd waited in line outside the store for hours, only for the shelves to be completely empty once they made it inside. How every store they went to was the same: the toy having sold out nationwide just hours after being released.

But here one was, after a decade of searching, in perfect condition... right in the palm of his hand.

"Bakugou?"

He slowly lifted his head, vermillion eyes clashing with dark pink. A million questions raced through his mind. How had she known?

Sana bit her lip to contain her giddiness. She inched closer to him until there was hardly any space left between them. She inhaled the sweet scent of caramel and cologne that always clung to him. "Your number isn't the only thing Midoriya told me," she lifted herself on the balls of her feet, her breath hitting his cheek. "Katsuki."

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They met up the next day, and the day after, until it became almost routine for them. They'd meet at Yoshida Park, or make the trip together straight after school if neither had plans. It came as a surprise to them both how well they got along when no one else was around. Sure, they still had the occasional spat, but it was mostly playful bickering and teasing to rile the other up. They both had a dark sense of humor, an almost unhealthy competitive streak, and a punch first, ask questions later approach to situations.

One afternoon, Bakugou had to leave earlier than usual. He'd grumbled something about 'dinner with the old hag' before storming off. Sana figured his grandparents were in town or something and decided to take off early too.

She texted Mina, asking her if she was free to hang out. The pinkette responded to her message at lightning speed, sending her the address of a cute new bakery she'd been dying to try. The walk took fifteen minutes or so. She spotted Mina waiting outside, the pink-skinned girl squealing as soon she noticed her. They shared a hug before entering the shop, quickly ordering drinks and a few desserts to share. Mina led her over to a table by the window, her hands clasped under her chin.

"So," she narrowed her black and yellow eyes suspiciously. "Where's your shadow?"

"My what?" Sana leaned forward. Mina followed suit, lowering her voice as if her next words were top secret.

"Bakugou, duh."

"What?" Sana fell back in her chair with a laugh.

Mina waved her hand around dismissively. "You know what I mean. Wherever you are, he's bound to show up sooner or later." The waiter appeared with their order, interrupting the energetic girl before she could go on.

Sana reflected on her friend's words as she sipped on her bubble tea. It was true that Bakugou always seemed to be around whenever she needed help. He'd helped her during the stampede in the halls, as well as telling off that reporter for her. He'd been by her side before the class was separated by the warp villain. While she'd been recovering after the USJ attack, Shoto had briefly mentioned something about her helping Bakugou, though she didn't remember much. The blonde hadn't said a word to her about it, and she'd been too preoccupied with not thinking about USJ.

"I guess I..." she answered softly. "I hadn't noticed."

Mina paused mid-sentence, having already moved onto another topic. Some third year gossip she'd heard from Hagakure, who'd overheard some upperclassman whispering about it during break. She'd noticed how her friend had been pushing herself harder since the villain attack. How busy she was with training. Mina hadn't been there with her when she was attacked, but she'd seen the damage inflicted on the villains. Afterwards, Kirishima mentioned how strange Sana had acted right before the teachers' arrival.

"You'd tell me, right?" Mina pressed, her pretty face troubled. "If something was wrong?"

It was odd hearing the bright, cheerful girl suddenly sound so serious. It didn't fit her character at all. Sana forced a radiant smile, wanting any doubts about her or their friendship to disappear. She trusted Mina, she really did, but she didn't want to burden her with her problems, especially when she was still trying to figure them out herself.

"Of course," Sana assured her. "We're best friends after all."

A scarred, yet handsome face came to mind. She wondered if it was normal for best friends to hide things from each other. In Recovery Girl's office, Shoto had implied that she'd betrayed him in some way. If only she knew what the hell he was talking about.

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slayfics · 4 months

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Eijiro visits Yume on her birthday.

A very happy birthday to @unofficialmuilover!! I hope you enjoy the fic! Thank you for always indulging me and my delusions~

Artwork by the amazing @cloudymistedskies

Yume sighed as she scrolled through her phone. Another birthday message that was all too familiar.

Happy birthday! So sorry we can't celebrate right away due to the holidays! But can't wait to see you soon though!

Yume knew it wasn't anyone's fault her birthday was during the busiest month of the year, but- it never felt any better. Birthdays were supposed to be the one day out of the year for you to do whatever you wanted with who you wanted. However, that was never true for Yume.

Birthday gifts were often combined with Christmas gifts, and all the promises to celebrate later always faded after the New Year finally came in.

Whatever, it's nothing new i'm used to it... Yume told herself. But the truth was- it hurt the same. The same amount that it did every year. To top it off, she was spending her birthday online shopping for others. It was the only free time she had to pick out Christmas gifts.

Yume jumped slightly when her doorbell rang, and made her way over to he door expecting it to be her food delivery, but was shocked by the sight of a freezing Eijiro when she opened the door.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" He said, the biggest smile spreading on his face. Eijiro had one hand tucked warmly into his sweater pocket, and the other held out a wrapped gift for Yume to take. The scarf around his neck barely covered his frozen red cheeks.

"Kirishima?" Yume exclaimed shocked.

"I know- sorry I should have called. I'm sure you're very busy on your birthday- but I had to stop by! Here take it," Eijiro said shaking the gift slightly at Yume.

"Oh-," Yume's cheeks blushed as she reached out to grab the gift.

"Ok, well see ya later! I'll let you get back to your celebrating!" Eijiro said, showing his sharp teeth again in a smile before turning away.

"WAIT!" Yume called a little too loudly.

"Hu?" Eijiro turned around.

Yume stuttered trying to make up an excuse," You um- you look freezing! Come inside to warm up before you go." She said.

"Oh- no, I don't want to be any trouble. I know you're busy," He said.

"I'm not busy...," Yume said, the sadness finally showing in her eyes.

"Hu? But it's your birthday. I'm sure you've got plenty of people celebrating with you," He said. As sweet as Eijiro was, sometimes his naivety made things worse. Yume's eyes started to sparkle at Eijiro's words. She wished she was busy. She wished she had so many people coming over she didn't have time to spend with everyone.

"Oh man, did I say something wrong?" Eijiro asked, concerned lacing his voice as a tear dropped from Yume's eye. "Oh crap- what's wrong are you ok??" Eijiro said rushing over to her.

"I'm fine- it's just stupid," Yume said, rubbing her eyes.

"No no no, it's not stupid. I'm sure it's not, come on let's get inside like you said it's freezing out here," Eijro said, gently pulling Yume inside her apartment and closing the door. "Talk to me Yume, what could be bumming you out on your birthday?" He asked.

"Ugh," Yume exclaimed frustrated, she didn't want to cry about it. It wasn't anyone's fault- but it sucked. It sucked a lot- and talking about it was hard. "Everyone is always just too busy around this time of year to even celebrate with me..." Yume said softly, as Eijiro wiped a tear from her cheek.

"Oh... I see..." Eijiro said, looking down at the floor. "Wait what about Kansa?" He asked.

"She is out of town on a mission," Yume said.

"Oh...." Eijiro said as he began to rack his brain on how to make things better. "Well- I'm not busy today! Let's do all your favorite stuff! Um-don't tell me I remember... you like camping right! Yeah, let's go camping!" Eijiro said excitedly.

Yume laughed at his enthusiasm, "Kirishima, it's snowing!"

"Oh... well maybe we can get a cabin then? That's kind of like camping right?!" He suggested.

"A cabin? This last minute? I don't think that would work out... but... I ordered some food... would you- want to stay and eat with me?" Yume asked.

"Of course!" Kirishima said happily. "Maybe you can pick out one of your favorite movies too? That's the perfect activity for a cold snowy day! I can even make hot chocolate for us!"

Yume felt her heart flutter at his adorable shark smile and for the first time- in a long time- thought that maybe this would be a good birthday. One to try and remember instead of forgetting.

#kirishima x oc #eijiro x oc #bnha x oc #mha x oc

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katsuki-goodness · 5 months

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Alone Without You | Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Warning // Strong language and sexual themes ahead. There may be none in this chapter but the rest of the story will have these themes. Read at your own discretion.

Pairing: Kirishina x f!reader

Tags: School!AU, College!AU

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In just a few days, you were going on a date with Katsuki to a party. You didn’t think you were excited because you weren’t thinking of Kiri, and yes, it was kind of hard, or really, thinking of anything. It’s until a day before the party, the butterflies in your stomach were apparent.

You weren’t sure what to wear, though, looking through your closet and randomly picking out things you assumed would fit. The mirror showed otherwise and you had to buy something new for that day. You quickly called one of your friends, taking a few calls to answer since she couldn’t stop playing her guitar. Jirou held her phone between her ear and her shoulder, plucking some strings then strumming which you clearly heard from the other side of the line.

“Hello,” you heard the dead pan voice of Jirou who was too concentrated to put any emotion.

“Hey, you busy?” Another strum was heard as it fell silent.

"What do you need me for? Don't tell me I have to cover for you again."

"No, I need help with something. I'm going to a party this week-"

"I'm not going."

"That's not what I was going to ask! I need help with my outfit." Once again, silence fell on the other line. You could somehow feel her thinking, but she finally responded to you with a sigh.

"Sure. I'll be there in 10." She hung up without a goodbye and you just sat on you couch, contemplating whether you should have asked someone else instead. Well, she is more direct so her opinion is of high value for you and you appreciated how quickly she was able to assist you. You made sure it was both ways because she was there when you cried even if it was unintentionally.

You silently played with your hands, rubbing your knuckles, pulling lightly at your skin, anything that would distract you from the party in a few hours. Bakugou had called you an hour after he dropped you off, giving him your number by taking his phone and typing it in. He looked kind of happy, even his smile looked more like a grin. That is his face after all. He told you he was going to pick you up in his car, and to make sure you bring your jacket because he wasn’t going to let you borrow his. Your apparent smile made you think how happy you felt to be taken out by a guy, and you weren’t giving it any thought about how Kirishima would see you and him if you two ended up dating.

You shook your head. You didn’t want to think of that when this date was just to a party. He could be interested in someone else and he just wanted to catch up with you. Technically, this would be the easiest way how if you didn’t want to be alone in regular light, you guessed. Either way, you didn’t want to get your hopes up, just like you did with Kirishima.

Just like Jirou said, she was there in 10, and she walked in with a bag full of something you assumed was make up. “Alright, I brought what I could in 2 minutes, and some snacks since I wasn’t sure how long this was going to take.” She set down the bag on the counter as you closed the door behind you, chuckling at her unintentionally funny comment.

“Thank you for coming. Seriously, I wasn’t sure who to ask. I would have asked Mina for advice if she wasn’t 300 miles from here.”

“Well, you would have asked me regardless.” That was true. Having them both in the room would be the easiest way of having the best outfit and make up.

Jirou did not disappoint as always. She made you look amazing, and the amount of times you remember putting yourself down, have now become times where you felt like they were nothing. You finally picked an outfit that both you and Jirou liked, not taking into account how many times you had to change your shoes because it barely fit anything in your wardrobe. You went with a blouse, see-through sleeves and black jeans and knee high boots. Your hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, curled and with complimentary leather jacket. It somehow seem a lot but you found it perfect.

“You look good,” Jirou complimented, smiling at your own smiling reflection in the mirror.

"Well, you helped me. Thank you, Jirou. I don't know what I'll do if I didn't ask for your help."

"Probably canceled on the party."

"Yeah. I don't think Bakugou would like that." Silence fell through the room as you saw Jirou, was now looking at you. You stared back and she started to laugh.

"Bakugou?!"

"Why are you laughing?!" She didn't answer back but she had a fun time laughing at you, imaging so many scenarios between you and the hot-headed blonde.

"I didn't take you as a Bakugou kind of girl. When did this happen? Don't tell me you just up and asked him because of Kirishima?"

"N-no, of course not. He asked me to a-accompany him." She didn't believe you, especially after nervously stuttering. She was basically looking at you with an unamused expression, but she didn't laughing at you anymore. She was thinking to herself as she stared.

"Maybe I should go, just to see what happens. No offense."

"Is that really a good idea? I mean, I'm not even sure who's part it is."

"Well, I can always just stay here just in case. Its not like I had anything to do today." Its not like she can't stay, but what if it went farther than just taking you to the party? Maybe you are thinking a bit ahead for the night to come but it was crazy to think its Bakugou. He use to be so mean to everyone, but now, he has calm down. Izuku was nowhere to be found, at least, not here in the area, but even then.

A knock at the door made you jump, both Jirou's eyes and yours trailed to the sound of the door. You quickly went to the door, opening it slowly as you saw Bakugou in a dark fitted outfit with the only thing standing out was his bright garnet eyes. His eyes sparkled a bit, widening at the sight of you.

"Hey Bakugou. Come in," You said as you stepped aside for him to step through. He looked a bit relucent but he did lead himself in with his eyes scanning your living space. It wasn't big but very cozy, and he even thought of how he didn't want to go to the party anymore just to sit here in your small living room.

He had another thought too, but he couldn't act on it. "You're ready to go? I came a bit early without meaning to," His low voice trailing off as he continued to admire your apartment.

"Y-yeah, I'm good! Let me just get my purse and we can head out." You quickly head over to your room, Jirou staring back at you with a face that is just asking for the details. Grabbing your phone and purse, you smile very excitedly at her and she pushes your back lightly so you hurry through the door. She closed the door behind you, and now you were basically alone with him. You had to head out because now that you feel happy about going on a date with bakugou, somehow you felt a little bad about a certain someone. You didn't say his name, you made sure not to think about it. That wasn’t important right now.

“Shall we?” It prompted Bakugou to open the door for you in response.

“After you.” You walked out with the blonde trailing behind you. As your door closed, your bedroom door opened with Jirou peeking out, smiling as she sliently wished you luck on your date. It was nice to see you nervous because of someone else, and she stayed just so she can take care of you once you come home. You liked Kirishima for so long and got nothing out of it aside from being friend’s with him. The friendship should have been enough but Jirou didn’t think so.

You checked multiple times to make sure that your phone and your wallet was in your purse. You didn’t realize how nervous you felt just looking over at Bakugou and seeing how hot he looked in that all black outfit. It was nerve-wrecking but you kept your cool as much as possible. He was paying attention to the road, and you were making sure to look away, the silence in the car making you feel uncomfortable. Bakugou use to yell a lot and was unnecessarily mean to everyone but he was never one to really talk to anyone properly. You didn't know him that well but that was basically what everyone said and from the little you knew about him and through Kirishima.

You knew you had to say something to him but something was putting you off and you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Nothing told you that you should but you felt that way.

Even with that thought in mind, It felt like forever to get to the house but you finally got there. Bakugou turned off the car but told you to stay put. He got off and walked around the car just to open the door for you, a light smile plastered on his face as you stepped off. "Watch your step." You stepped forward as he closed the door behind you, then he placed his hand on your lower back to guide you towards the house, looking around to see the people at the party. You felt the nerves just burst out, blushing so hard that you stumbled on your feet that Bakugou had to hold your waist as he asked you "Are you okay?"

You nodded in response, fixing your outfit quickly before walking in with Bakugou still guiding you up the steps and into the door. It was so loud, people were having fun but there was so much alcohol that seeing all of those drinks was putting you off. You almost retracted from there but Bakugou was still pushing you lightly. He led you to the kitchen right away, letting you go and grabbing a couple of waters, handing you one with his back towards you. He seem to be looking for something and tried looking over his shoulder as you grab the water out of his hand.

"Here you go," His hand holding a plastic cup. You took it from his hand as well, looking a bit confused. "Its just in case you wanted to drink."

"Oh, I don't know about that," You retorted, handing him back the empty cup and he takes it again.

"You sure? It seems like you need it."

"No, I'm okay. I don't like drinking that much. Personal reasons, I guess." He only responded with a hum. You weren't sure if it was because he denied the drink, but he seem to have gotten a lot less enthusiastic about being with you. He was with you throughout the night but his eyes weren't on you anymore. He talked as if you were annoying him. The simplest responses were sometimes ignored right after, so you decided to walk away from him. You needed some space to think. You weren't sure what was wrong but the tension between you two was growing, and it didn't help that he would constantly look at his phone. Who was he texting?

You didn't want to deal with this, not anymore. You thought you would be meeting new people with Bakugou beside to introduce you. Now it seems like he didn't care to even be next to you. His cold stare was the worst part of it all. His red eyes staring back as you but nothing seem to be there. You remembered when he picked you up how bright they seem to look, but now it didn't feel that way.

You entered the upstairs bathroom, closing it behind you and locking it as you began to breath heavily, the compression on your chest more apparent. You had to calm down, everything was okay. You can call someone to pick you up. Jirou won't be able to though.

Right. You can call Jirou.

You didn't think twice. You quickly dialed her, the phone ringing only a second when she answered, some rustling on the other side. She always seem to be doing something as she answers the phone.

"Y/N?" She said as more rustling was heard. "How's the date going?" You didn't say anything but her voice made your eyes close shut. You didn't think that calling her would make you cry, or was it because you felt like you're getting betrayed again?

"Y/N," Was heard again and you finally started to whimper softly. She let you cry as they began to die down after a few minutes.

"I'm sorry," Was all you could muster to her. She didn't answer right away. It took her a bit of time for her to orginize her thoughts before saying anything.

"I don't know what happened between you and Bakugou but I can go get you. I can ask Kaminari.” You shook your head as if she could see you saying no to her.

“I can’t have you coming here… I’m okay…” Why did you say you were okay when you weren’t? It was because he brought you here and you didn’t want to rudely leave. You weren’t like that but at the same time it was hard to stay.

“You’re crying, Y/N. It shouldn’t matter what Bakugou thinks.”

“I know but… I just..” You didn’t understand it. You couldn’t leave but you should, so what else were you suppose to do? “Okay, I’ll leave. But I’m going to tell Katsuki I’m leaving.”

“I say you don’t but if that’s what you want. I’ll be there in a few. Call me if something happens. I’ll call you once I’m there.” She ended the call right after. You assume she was quickly calling Denki and trying to get here as soon as possible before anything else ended up happening.

In your fail attempted to clean yourself up and wipe your tears, you hear a knock at the door. You quickly got your things and opened the door, passing the person and letting them in. You quickly walked down the stairs and looked for Bakugou, his blonde hair not even standing out and was gone from where you previously left him. Your eyes trailed around as you walked through the people, squishing you as you held your phone close to your chest.

After some searching, you finally found him. He was speaking to someone almost angry, like he was told the most absurd thing, and it seem like you were right. The person he was talking to was getting upset too, his red hair flat down and eyes burning from his anger seeping through.

“How could you lose her?! I told you to stay with her when I texted you!”

“Don’t go blaming me for your faults,” Bakugou had grabbed his friend’s shirt, his well known anger finally showing itself. You looked at them both, and you noticed that he hasn’t changed one bit. Maybe the addition of an eyebrow piercing was the only difference you saw, but everything was basically the same. He looked at you, his eyes softening as he pushed Bakugou back, approaching you with the intent to talk to you. You instinctively walk back a bit but he still moved towards you as his arms lightly spread open.

“Y/N.” He said your name with the sweetest voice you’ve ever heard coming from his lips. You didn’t say anything and just stared back, almost in fear. “What's with that face? You can’t just forget me like that, can you?” This can't be happening. He shouldn't be here.

"Kiri, leave her alone," Bakugou had tried to grab onto Kirishima but he just shook him off.

"It's nice seeing you here. Can we talk?" Your thoughts running wild, you didn't know if you were having a mental breakdown or the fear of seeing him was preventing you to say anything, but you could only muster a small mutter. You didn't even try to explain yourself.

"No," Was all you said, walking away, making sure you didn't look back at anyone you bumped into. You thought maybe this would have been a nice day, spending time with Bakugou and maybe going back to your place a bit drunk but still managing to talk to him. The hopes you had for a splended night were gone. You walked out the door quickly, trying to text Jirou, the tears running down, making it hard to even spell out the right words. You were trembling so bad that the thought of Kirishima and Bakugou made it even harder, and you ended up dropping your phone on the way to the sidewalk. Why did it have to happen like this? What did they say?

'How could you lose her. I told you to stay with her when I texted you'? Bakugou was helping him. You should have known when he asked you out. How could someone like Bakugou ask you out? Just because he wanted to? You didn't think so. You sometimes you forget that even your best friend at the time didn't want you around. It didn't matter the reason you two didn't talk to anymore, what mattered was leaving this place.

You didn't even get far enough down the street when someone tapped your shoulder. The red eyes of the blonde you were beginning to like was now sorrowful and even his usual angry expression was a lot more softer, almost like he was hurting.

"I'm sure you don't want to leave without your phone," He said to you. You quickly grabbed it out of his hand but not before he grab yours. He looked so guilty but you were so angry. He held it your hand gently, looking down at it as he scrunched up his face, turning it into a frown. "I wasn't trying to hurt you."

You can't believe this. What kind of an excuse was that? "You did, Bakugou. Thanks to you I ran out like an idiot." He didn't respond back so you pulled your hand away and walked away from him. The amount of thoughts running through your mind and the emotions running through you almost made you turn around and slap Bakugou, but deep down, you weren't like that. You still didn't want to hurt him just because you were hurting.

"Let me take you home at least," He shouted out to you but you kept walking. You started to hear footsteps behind you, assuming it was Bakugou trying to stop you again but when you turned around to shout to bakugou out of pure pain, another pair of red eyes were staring back at you. He looked as surprised as you when his eyes met yours.

"O-oh, uh," Kirishima was stuttering, since when? He didn't say anything else aside from that. It seems like he was thinking but the words weren't coming out, even as an apology. Nothing was said. It was so silent that the only thing heard were the buzzing of the street lights and it made you very uncomfortable.

Almost on cue, there was a honk of a horn and the open of a door, Jirou quickly stepping out to get your hand and pull you away. "Sorry guys, it seems like I got to her first."

"H-Hey, wait a minute," Kirishima was so confused that he unintentionally tried reaching for you, but Jirou was somehow quicker. She pulled you behind her, putting a boundary between you and him.

"If you're just going to hurt her, I suggest you save it." With that simple angry statement, she pushed you into the car who had Denki driving it, his worried expression noticable to both Bakugou and Kirishima. He felt bad he was going against his friends but he can clearly see that they both fucked up. You didn't do anything to them and you clearly didn't deserve any of that, so why not help? You are a friend of his after all too.

After Jirou got into the care with you in the backseat, Denki drove off, leaving the pair of boys behind. You didn't dare look back because then you would start to feel bad. For once, you wanted to feel sorry for yourself instead of putting someone else before you.

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insomniiyac · 1 year

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Commission finished for @/leetlecreeture! Tysm for your support! 🌸

#bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijiro #bnha oc #mha oc #oc x canon #anime #boku no hero academia #my hero academy #my art

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pandebunny · 3 months

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Yesterday was a friend's bday so I decided to draw them a little pic of their OC with best boy Kirishima that they love~

#pandebunnyart #kirishima eijirou #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #oc x canon #not my oc #selfship #kirishima #eijiro

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heizlut · 1 year

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taking a lil break from my first fanfic and have started writing a quirkless college au with bully bakugo, my new OC (Sakura Cho), and cutie kirishima. Hehehe this one is going to be way better than my first story i can already tell. Go ahead and give it a read if your into the bully bakugo/enemies to lovers trope 🥴 Link

look at them.. they have so much tension 😮‍💨 kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss! *chanting*

#bully bakugou #bakugo katuski #bakugou smut #bakugo x oc #kirishima x oc #mha smut #bnha smut #quirkless au #college au #katsuki bakugo #eijiro kirishima #my art #my oc art

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jeshika136 · 1 year

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Here’s another art for the kiribaku series.

I had the idea that ‘roomie’s’ outfit came in wrong like Kiri’s so they had asked Momo to make them one that fits with the color theme. This is what my idea for the outfit request would look like.

#kiribakuseries #bakugou katsuki x oc #kirishima eijiro x oc #mha oc

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bluewolfangel01 · 3 months

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Can't believe I've been on tumblr for a whole year! I owe it to my bois and Yuzuya. Without the art submissions he and the team let fans do for the KRBK wedding series finale, I wouldn't have started this blog. I'm so thankful and appreciate every bit of activity my blog gets. I hope to do more art as the year continues but for now have chibi Eijiro, Katsuki, and Tatsuo (my oc)

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unofficialmuilover · 7 days

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Yume and Eijiro taking a selfie together is wholesome 🥹💙💙💙

I'm so speechless, this is a beautiful surprise that I didn't expect 😭😭 my bestie slay just looooves spoiling me. I can't thank you enough for commissioning this 😭⭐💙💙

Gift from @slayfics 💙💙⭐⭐⭐⭐

Artwork Commissioned by: @valartsstuff (Gosh I love your art so much 😭😭💙💙💙)

#oc artwork #bnha oc #oc x canon #kirishima x oc #eijiro x oc

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aspiring-writer-hidden-voice · 2 years

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MHA Men and Their Children

Hello, loves! SuntoryAngel here! This will probably be the last post I have for a while to better focus upon the upcoming recovery coming my way. Myself, husband, and soon-to-be-born baby girl will be spending a month in the NICU where she will be undergoing lots of medical care/treatments for her heart defect. In the meantime, please enjoy and as always please let me know what you think!

F!Reader x various; pronouns are “She/Her”; Age: All characters are 18+ Warnings: Language, triggers, suggestive themes, 18+ will be marked with a 🔥, fluff, comfort, cuteness!

Izuku “Deku”

You startle awake, finding your ears ringing with how silent the air while reflexively reaching for the opposite side of the bed where another should be. There was no sign of him as you sat upright. Brief fear penetrated your being as a sound came from outside the bedroom’s cracked door. Was there an intruder and he had gone to investigate? No, there wasn’t a single villain alive who would dare take a risk like that. Not when your husband was the current Number One. That didn’t mean some stupid lower level who would take such a chance just to have their two seconds of fame on tv. Protective instinct rose as you realized that the sounds were coming from the direction of the nursery. No way was someone going to lay their hands on your children.

Silently and quickly you made your way to the door as one of the hallway lights flickered.

The breath you were in the middle of taking stalled as a shadow passed by the door.

Someone was here.

And your children were in one of the other rooms while you were at least twelve feet away.

Where was Izuku though?

“Mama?”

A slight shriek made to slip up your throat when glancing down to spot your four-year-old standing within the now open bedroom doorway, staring up at you with eyes that matched his father’s. “Emmry, honey, what are you doing out of bed in the middle of the night?” You dropped to one knee while collecting him in your arms, attempting to slow the hammering of your heart as he snuggled into your chest. “Scaring mama like that isn’t very nice, you had her thinking that someone was here who isn’t supposed to be.”

“No stranger danger, mama, I sowy.”

Your lips met his temple. “Did you have a bad dream that had to leave your little sister all by her lonesome? Come on, let’s get you back to bed so that she isn’t alone.”

“Can’t, mama, the snoring too loud!”

The step you’d been about to take into the hallway stalled. Snoring? Was the newest addition to your family falling ill? Just in case you grabbed the small basket that rested next to the door that was your nighttime kit full of various items to help with such situations while keeping a tight hold on your son. “Megumi is so tiny, how can her snoring bother you so much?”

Emmry’s little head shook as you paused outside the nursery door, small hands rising to cover his ears as you made to enter the room your children shared. You gently reminded him to use his words by means of a light finger tap against his lips that earned a pout. “Baby not snoring, she quiet, it’s dada.”

That caused you to hesitate.

The notion of Izuku being in the nursery wasn’t the odd part but the fact that his snoring had caused the eldest of the children to seek sleep somewhere else was. In the six years of your marriage you hadn’t once heard the freckled hero make so much of a peep in his sleep no matter how congested he became with a cold so excuse the disbelief you felt while staring at the door with a wide eyed gaze. It became wider when from the other side came an unmistakable drawn out elephant-fighting-a-walrus noise that was worthy of a nature documentary sounded. How had you not heard that through the baby monitor that was sitting on your bedside table?!

“Not lying, mama, too loud!”

You quickly hushed the little boy who clung to your nightshirt, unable to stem the curiosity that had filled you at this new discovery, and proceeded to crack the door open.

There, on the opposite end of the room faintly illuminated by the aurora nightlight that often soothed the children to sleep faster than any lullaby or storybook with its slow dancing colors, was the spread eagled man who was your husband with the tiny form that was your infant daughter splayed across the span of his chest that rose and fell in correspondence to the snores that permeated the air. He was a side sleeper who hated being on his back but the scene of him laying across the shag carpet floor without even a pillow or blanket covering him was truly a sight to behold as the matching “All Might” shirt he was wearing was mirrored by her tiny onesie that he’d hunted down to the very corners of the internet was almost too much for you to take. The pair seemed to shift, almost making you think they were going to wake, when the scarred right hand of Izuku lightly tapped his fingers along the spine of his whimpering child with expert precision that soon had her snuggling back into his warmth.

With a fond smile, you gently closed the door and nuzzled the young boy who yawned widely. “How about you sleep with mama tonight, hm? You can take over dada’s spot.” The excited smile that was flashed was overtaken by another yawn as you turned away from the door. A swipe of your finger across the baby monitor’s screen after tucking him into the sheets captured the visage that had been waiting for you and with a fond smile slipped back within the comfort of slumber along with your son who had instantly curled himself into as small of a ball as possible then tuck himself between your chin and tucked legs.

Keigo “Hawks” (🔥 for lactation kink)

Feathers lightly tickled against your sides. “H-hey, now, whose side are you on?” You playfully teased while shifting in your seat in attempts to escape the devious crimson appendages. “I’m trying to feed your starving children in case you haven’t noticed!”

“I’m just making sure that my mama bird is comfortable within the nest I built her, is that so horrible?”

“Come off it, you’re just trying to get a rile out of me to get back because they cock-blocked you last night.”

Amber eyes that had been closely watching the final member of the triplets within the nearby playpen locked on your gaze, revealing mock hurt. “I would never. Our baby birdies come first.”

You weren’t buying his façade though thanks to the lingering shadow of desire that lingered within his gaze that lingered upon your breasts which were currently being occupied by two very hungry mouths. “Seriously, Keigo, what’s gotten into you lately? We knew it was going to be a lot of work when we found out months ago but you’ve been acting odd ever since we got home from the hospital.” The snap of your fingers diverted his attention from the infants sucking your breasts and that was when it hit you of the possible reasoning behind the winged hero’s recent behavioral changes.

It wasn’t until you made sure that the triplets were properly fed, changed and laid down for their naps that you took action though.

He was in the kitchen, feathers darting across the space while performing various tasks from washing dishes to clearing away the leftovers from lunch, a fond smile lifting your lips at the scene. Postpartum recovery had gone smoothly for you all thanks to the man before you who now wore a flowered apron overtop his tight fitting workout wear. Even juggling the three children and your needs he still managed to keep himself in proper shape for when it was time to return to work, which wouldn’t be long now, and though the notion left you feelingly a bit sad it was what he needed. The slight turn of his body towards the pantry gave you the opening to enter without him seeing and earned a soft hum when your arms wrapped around his waist from behind. “Hey, mama bird, did they go down okay?”

“They’re sleeping like rocks thanks to the generous meal their mama gave them…but there’s plenty if you want a taste.”

Silence fell as each and every feather halted.

For a moment you thought he was going to deny or recoil from your suggestion but the sheer speed that the chores were carried out in left you nearly gaping in surprise as he suddenly spun on his heel while tearing off the apron and clung to his shoulders as he lifted you off the ground to plop you on the cleaned countertop, his lips instantly latching themselves upon your neck. The softest of moans sounded from deep within your throat as his hips lightly brushed against your own, the waistband of his biker style shorts teasing the sensitive scar that was from the C-section. “You sure?” he growled against your being as your fingers gently combed through his ashy hair. “Been so damn curious this whole time and they get to have it all to themselves…”

“All you had to do was ask.” The breathless whisper that slipped from between your lips as his fingers made easy work of the button up shirt you wore seemed to fuel his anticipation, the tip of his nose trailing lower until it came to a stop at the underlying nursing bra’s clasp. “They’re a bit bigger now, the doctors warned about that—” Your words were drowned in an appreciative moan as his hands carefully massaged them through the fabric. They’d been so sore thanks to the near constant nursing and swelling of your body keeping up with the hungry triplets that even this kind of touch was sending light sparks of electricity down your spine. “Oooh, Keigo~…”

His answer was a soft hum as the clasp was undone, allowing your breasts to spill forth from their prison, fingers remaining soft as they drifted across the clearly swollen flesh. The lids of your eyes drifted closed as the compulsion to grab a nearby towel as telltale pooling seeped into your nipples that told of liquid forming and a gasp slipped from between your lips as lips kissed each in turn. It was as if a switch had been flipped as you suddenly found yourself being pulled off the counter and sinking into the familiar duvet cover that was atop of your bed with his hot breath fanning your exposed chest. “Damn, kid, you’re killing me here…so fucking gorgeous…”

A soft whine sounded from your throat as his lips hovered over the left, wordlessly begging for him to take it into his mouth by arching your back, and hurried to bite your lip to quell the groan that rose when he finally did. There was no hesitation as he immediately took a draw that caused more of the white liquid to spill from the teat he now held captive between his lips. What you weren’t expecting was him to become more vigorous in his actions with each slow passing second that he remained attached to that nipple. “N-not so rough,” you sighed when a twinge of pain flared up as his teeth toyed with the bud, “please, Keigo, gentler.”

His ministrations instantly softened until the pressure was barely noticeable those amber eyes of his that had closed in concentration opening to peer up at you through their lashes, the bright blaze of arousal and desire dimming when noting how your expression shifted from painful to near euphoric. “Feelin’ good, mommy?”

It took a moment but you realized what he was truly asking, your hand rising to pet and comb through his hair with smooth strokes as a smile lifted the corners of your lips. “Yes, Keigo, you’re making mommy feel so good. How does she taste, hm?” Your voice dipped an octave as a light blush entered his cheeks. “Does it make you want more?”

The enclosure of his lips around the bud once more was his answer, along with the shallowest ruts of his hips against the bed.

“Does someone want more?”

“Please, mommy, I’ve been a good boy—” the press of your hand to the back of his head caused the rest of his sentence to be drowned in a loud swallow as the pressure caused more of your milk to flood his mouth, his eyes rolling backward as your leg that had been pinned by his hips gave an experimental grind against the growing erection.

Your lips lifted into a smirk as after a few more calculated rotations of your leg caused the man to stiffen as if he were attempting to hold himself back from an orgasm, but he had been right; he’d been such a good boy that he deserved a reward. Gently pulling away you shifted him to the other breast that had begun to feel neglected while sneaking a hand down to cup him through the athletic shorts, his moan reverberating through your flesh as he discovered that more of the liquid he’d been craving to taste was waiting for him. “Yes, you’re such a good boy, Keigo, mommy is going to make sure you feel amazing now. Just focus on drinking your fill and leave everything to me.”

Shoto Todoroki

“Every time you hold her, she starts crying.”

Your heart twinged a bit, unable to bring yourself to reprimand your husband as he quickly recollected the sobbing infant who had literally just been placed within her waiting grandfather’s arms who now wore a crestfallen expression. “I’m sure she’ll warm up to you—”

“Good girl.”

“Shoto!” A twitch rose in the corner of your eye as your fingers lightly flicking your passing husband’s arm when he departed for the kitchen.

The large man seated upon your couch seemed to regain his composure as you sighed. “Don’t bother. I know he still has yet to fully forgive me for everything I have put him through.”

Practically the whole world knew of the bad blood between the two pro heroes; father and son duo who had been at odds since the very beginning due to the rough upbringing he had put the youngest of his children through along with his wife who suffered heavy emotional damage. Shoto though had come a long way since his days at UA, where the two of you had met, becoming the man who may as well be a modern day chivalrous knight albeit lacking of certain social skills that others possessed. You didn’t care then and certainly don’t now while watching him settle within the rocking chair to begin feeding his daughter.

“Perhaps it is my scar that frightens her.”

“Doubt it.” The words had leapt from between your lips before you’d even realized it but they were true. As if to prove their truth the tiny infant cooing softly reached up with a waving hand until the duo haired hero bring his head down far enough for her tiny palm to meet the scar on his face. Chubby fingers looked ready to grab at his skin but they instead seemed to lightly pat at the darker hued area with care as if attempting to offer comfort to the adult who held her. Your lips couldn’t help the smile that raised them as Shoto’s expression became gentle. “He was so scared that she would be afraid of his that he honestly couldn’t hold her for the first few days until she outright refused anyone else, including myself, so she left him no choice but to finally hold her the night before we brought her home. That was when she slept the whole night through.”

Sensing your gaze, his rose to meet our own to reveal warm duo eyes so full of gratitude and love that every cell in your body swelled in fondness of the image they created. How could so much emotion be within a person’s gaze? He may not be one for words yet there was no denying all that you’ve seen him display during your time together. This, right here, seeing him feeding his infant daughter who treated a scar he once despised with such care, nearly moved you to tears. Shoto had been such a huge help when you’d discovered that your body wasn’t responding to her hunger cues, that it may be possible that you just couldn’t produce breast milk, and had devoted every fiber of his being to comforting you along with extensive research into which formula would be best for his daughter.

You turn your attention back to the silent pro who watched his son and granddaughter. “I think it might just take some time for her to get to know you a bit better. So long as you put forth the effort of wanting that in the first place, I personally don’t see a reason to limit your visits or opportunities to babysit. However—” the tip of your finger rose as the giant man nodded, “—that also means you need to make an attempt to patch things up with your son so that he can trust you with her.” There was no mistaking the feeling of Shoto’s gaze as you met Endeavor’s without blinking. It wasn’t often that you would initiate a vocal standoff with someone, let alone set boundaries as you just had, so you could only imagine the expression of surprise on your husband’s face as you remained focused upon the flaming hero who looked as if you’d smacked him across the face. “It’s not impossible for either of you two to meet in the middle if it’s for her, right? The least you both can agree on is that you love her so build up on it then branch out from there. Sound fair?”

Silence hung for several seconds until the sound of Shoto rising from the chair came, followed by footsteps until he came to a stop in front of the near hopeful looking pro hero. “I learned a trick recently that has helped with her feedings when someone besides one of us wants to hold her.”

Laughter threatened to bubble up your throat when a photo of himself appeared upon Endeavor’s forehead courtesy of a piece of tape that covered the entirety of his face.

“If she assumes or thinks that the person holding her is either of us, it may help.”

“He’s not lying,” you managed without giggling as faint wisps of smoke rose from the pro’s hair, “its been proven by science and she seems to warm up to people faster with it. If you don’t want the picture taped to you I can always lend you one of my maternity shirts that might be big enough so that you at least smell like me.”

For a few seconds you thought he was going to object yet the large man surprised you when he wordlessly shed the sweater he’d been wearing while grabbing the blanket you’d used during the pregnancy; you’d been meaning to wash it because of the build up of stains yet he paid them no mind as he draped it over his chest and held out his hands towards Shoto in silent plea to try holding her again. Your brows rose as the infant was passed from one hero to the other that wasn’t followed by loud wailing or cheek staining tears as she snuggled into the blanket.

“And here I was looking forward to seeing him try to squeeze into one of your blouses and if that didn’t work see if he would go as far ass wearing one of your bras.”

“Shoto!”

**A/N: This really is a neat trick for those who have difficulty getting their child to take a bottle from someone other than their mother; it’s worked with five out of my thirteen cousins who had eating issues when they came home from the hospital.**

Eijiro Kirishima

A light tap on your shoulder pulled you from the pleasant nothing that was dreamland, a weary smile lifting your lips when finding that it was the nurse who was responsible. You waved away their apology for waking you as the familiar sounds that you’ve come to identify as a hungry whimper directed your attention to the bundle they held. “Aw, is baby shark ready to try again after his nap?” The coo that came from between your lips was softer than a whisper while accepting the swaddled infant as the medical professional helped to ease the collar of your hospital gown far enough to expose a bare breast that was readily collected between the gaping lips of a wiggling newborn barely eight hours old. Brief pain flared as he began to suckle fervently but it was eased by the nurse’s encouragement. “Sure he doesn’t have his teeth yet? Certainly feels like something sharp is tugging on me.”

“I would honestly not be surprised if his came in early.” The nurse chuckled while checking the machines you were hooked up to. “His development is in the higher percentiles already as they have been during the entirety of your pregnancy. You both must be so proud of such a fine child.”

Your head fell back to rest against the pillow with a sigh, your free hand fondly falling to rest upon the head of crimson hair that was attached to your husband’s head that rested upon the bed. He had probably fallen asleep shortly after you to make sure that you got a bit of rest while the baby was tended to by the doctors. It had been a long labor, lasting a little over forty-three hours and with multiple doses of anesthesia combined with epidural, your gaze darting to the hand that he had sacrificed to suffer your strangling grasp whenever a contraction had seized your body to find it still slightly swollen. That sharp-toothed man who held your heart hadn’t once used his quirk to save himself of any pain that you inflicted upon him. If you knew him like you did it was probably his attempt to make things even between the two of you after all of the ails and woes that pregnancy had brought you despite your assurances that it wasn’t necessary.

The infant fussed slightly when you shifted so that he was instead suckling the other breast to bring him closer to the slumbering father’s figure. Alarm filled you as a tiny chubby fist instantly took hold of the red hair within reach, instantly earning a startle and for heavily shadowed eyes to fly open then blink as what you could only call a giggle sounded from the child as it snuggled into your flesh once releasing the bright hued hair. With the promise to return in a while the nurse excused themselves and then it was just the three of you.

“Sorry,” you offered an apologetic smile when Eijiro’s head rose from the bed as he blinked up at you for several seconds, “they said infants tend to be grabby and to be careful of dangling jewelry or hair that could be potential hazards.”

It was your turn to blink in confusion as he perked before turning away to rummage around in the suitcase that had your personal belongings but understanding filled you when he flipped his head a few times in a recognizable fashion until he had managed to gather his long tresses into a high sitting ponytail courtesy of a spare hair tie that he’d found. Pride radiated off of him as he showcased his handiwork to you with a few tilts of his head, to which you commended his skill since he had been helping you with your own ever since you’d begun dating, humming softly when he slipped between your form and the bed’s back. His chin fell to rest upon the crook of your shoulder with eyes filled with so many stars they would put those of fan girls’s who thought they still had a chance with the pro hero Red Riot to shame. “How’s my pebble and baby shark doing?”

“I’d say he could rival your appetite.” You couldn’t help but tease, earning a wrap of his arms around the two of you and a light chuckle. Adoration filled you as he fondly nuzzled your cheek while one of his hands gently pet the wispy black locks that donned the infant’s crown. “You can go down to the cafeteria if you’re hungry, Eiji, I promise we aren’t going anywhere.”

He shook his head, feeling his lips rise into a grin against your skin. “Room service is what I’m thinking.”

The back of your hand rose in an attempt to hold in a laugh when he picked up the nearby phone. It wasn’t more than thirty minutes later that the poor runner whom you had come to know and pity appeared at the room’s entrance with not one but two carts in tow that were laden with food. They shot you a wide smile when spotting the bundle you held, offering congratulations as they set to placing the food within the bed’s reach, departing with a teasing glare sent in the pro hero’s direction; they indeed had come to know of his stomach’s limit and would surely be back with another order once this one had disappeared. You couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the multitude of plates and cups. “Even for you this is a bit much.” A gasp caught in your chest when instead of digging into the smorgasbord he instead carefully put together a plate of foods that would be easy for the stomach to digest as well as provide plenty of nourishment and carbs to help speed along the recovery process, tears welling in your eyes when he offered a utensil bearing an offering. What you were sure to be a sweet gesture suddenly made you feel incapable and a bit spiteful since you did still have a free hand to do things with. “You don’t have to feed me, Eiji, I can do it myself.”

“I know you can, pebble, but I want to so open up before I eat it myself.” He must have caught on to the sudden flood of hormones that you were fighting as his lips lightly pressed against your temple when a pout tilted your lips downwards in the corners, assuring that he only wanted to ensure that you had some sort of substance before letting you fall asleep again. “I won’t touch anything until you do.” That, and the loud protest of your stomach, were all the convincing you needed. It didn’t take long for you to get full, what with your body still adjusting to the sudden growth in space that it had been lacking for the last several months, and wearily rested your head against his being with a satisfied sigh as he moved the cleaned plate away. “Looks like baby shark is about done too. Can I burp him?” With gentleness that you’d come to discover of the pro hero he carefully accepted his milk tipsy son in the same hold that had been demonstrated by a nurse during the pre-birth courses and earned a hefty belch from the giggly infant within a few seconds of delivering precise pats to the lower back. A wide grin lifted Eijiro’s lips as he playfully cooed at the child while rubbing their noses together. “Listen to that! Think you might give me a run for my ‘Loudest Belch’ title!”

Already you could hear the seemingly endless challenges that the two would partake in once he got older yet the smile that raised your lips was face splitting as the red haired man continued to play with his son who grinned toothlessly. “I can’t wait.”

Katsuki Bakugo

The lump of emotion rose within your throat when the doctor and nurses walked in, a pink bundle within their midst that was too quiet for your liking as they approached.

Loud beeping slowly pulled you out of the tar-like darkness, squinting against the bright lights that immediately assaulted your eyes when they cracked open. Incoherent whispers and hushed shouts farther compelled you to free the lingering clouds from your mind as awareness spread along with the growing light. A horrible gut wrenching feeling immediately took root as the feeling of empty space met the palm of your hand when it reflexively went to ensure that the child that had been growing within your being was near. An agony filled wail slipped up your throat as adrenaline pounded through your veins which gave your system a jumpstart to toss the blankets off your form to reveal the large bandage on your deflated stomach. Hands and arms instantly wrapped around you from the side as large scalding tears spilled down your cheeks. “Where is she?!” You screamed, eyes that had been searching the room for any sign of your child falling to rest upon the blonde man who tightened his hold on you. “What happened?!”

“Calm down and listen to me.” You weakly fought against his hold as he whispered lowly into your ear, nearly shocking you with how hoarse he sounded and the ring of desperation that was within every word that passed between his lips, but fell still when you felt droplets of liquid splatter across your skin as trembling that wasn’t coming from you. “The labor had complications and they had to perform an emergency C-section to save you both…” he finally croaked after what felt like an eternity of silence, “…you had to get a dual blood transfusion and she had to be rushed to the NICU because her heart had stopped at the same time yours did from the blood loss.”

It has been over two months since you’d been admitted, a whole five weeks since the first surgery that was supposed to help her little heart beat easier, and an entire four days since you’d seen Katsuki thanks to some important mission. It was only because of your encouragement that he went at all instead of staying here in the hospital with you. Sitting around was not something the firecracker blonde was good about especially when there was nothing that could be done until the doctors said it was safe for their infant to venture home. Your own recovery had helped to keep you busy yet even through therapy and checkups your mind still remained upon the tiny child you had yet to hold.

“The surgery was a success and her life is no longer in danger. We were capable of enlarging the aorta valve that had been closed off so that her body receives ample oxygenated blood. The blue hue left her skin several days ago but we’re afraid that the scar will forever be apart of her from this moment forth.”

Tears welled within your eyes as the infant was slowly passed to you, relief and longing threatening to rip apart the heart in your chest that had been bleeding for the small child you had yet to meet. The moment you had shifted the blanket was when her eyes opened to reveal large tiger orange gems that glittered with shards of rubies that she’d inherited from her father. “Hey, baby girl,” you cooed softly while adjusting your hold so that she could hopefully see all of you, “I bet that was super scary but I’m so proud of you.” The heart in your chest gave a tight squeeze as her hand wiggled free of the swaddle to reach for your face, those tiny fingers of hers grabbing tight hold of your much larger one.

“There is the matter of paperwork—”

“Already ahead of ya, doc, now let me through already.” A choked sob rose up your throat as through the lab coat and scrub wearing medical teams marched a figure dressed in black cargo pants, military style boots and was crowned by wild blonde hair that failed to obscure the pair of bright red ruby eyes that bore into your own as he approached. He paused mere inches away from reaching you though, concern and worry shinning brightly within his gaze while glancing at the bundle you held.

“Take off that mask so she can properly see you, dumbass,” you lightly chuckled, carefully reaching out to encourage him closer and removed the protective face covering that the hospital required all visitors to wear, “she’s not gonna bite so stop standing there like an awkward weirdo and come meet your baby girl.” The tears you’d been fighting back during each of the virtual consultations where the doctors would update you on her condition finally spilled as he slowly fell to his knees as if all of his strength had vanished.

Vulnerability was as foreign upon Katuski’s face as uncertainty so to see both present at the same time nearly stole your breath away. Of course he’d be hesitant right now. After all the warnings from the doctors that even the lightest of colds could put her life in jeopardy combined with the nature of his quirk was bound to put mental strain upon him in this moment. All the joy and anticipation that should’ve accompanied the man in preparation of this precious moment was completely overshadowed by the dire reality of what had happened. Within the depths of his precious gemstone gaze you could see the wheels turning as he took a breath…and another…then another.

The hand you’d left extended carefully slipped down his toned arm to lightly grasp his fingers, which twitched at your contact, but didn’t refuse as they were led forward until they brushed against the fluffy pastel pink blanket. Almost immediately the child you held began to wiggle and cry. You prevented him from yanking away by taking firm hold of his hand, seeing how the infant’s reaction had deeply wounded the pro hero despite his attempt to hide it. Before he had realized it you’d shifted to the edge of the chair you were sitting in so that the bundled girl was between his chest and yours. Panic that had risen within his gaze was overtaken by anger before it was replaced by blank uncertainty as the child fell silent.

He had reflexively settled back upon the linoleum floor when you’d moved, his legs crossing to better situate and distribute your added weight, one arm somehow finding the bend of your waist while the other had risen to help support her upper body. How long has it been since he had held you like this? Far too long for your liking. This right here, in this position, was your favorite place in the world and you knew it was his as well because it helped him better cope with the nightmares and darkness he faced on the streets. Your head fell to rest against his chest as his own curiously tilted. Besides in pictures or the rare video calls that you’d shared this was the first time either of you had been allowed to hold her; this was something that had become so sacred to the two of you which most families may not fully understand.

“Twinkle twinkle, little sparkler, how I’ve loved you from afar…”

Tremors wracked his being as you softly began to sing, moisture gathering within the corners of his eyes as the baby you both cradled lit up with recognition of the song. Honestly you’d come up with it on the fly one night while on a call with him as she lay on the opposite side of a windowed wall that prevented you from touching her. It had seemed to bring the fussy infant comfort despite the distance between the three of you as well as the pro hero who was halfway across the world.

“Shinning brightly with those eyes that remind us of tiger’s stripes…now that we’re together our hearts are whole…and we can now venture home…never forget this song we sing…”

One of his hands rose, faintest of sparks dancing across his fingertips that earned the brightest of smiles and a bubbly laugh from the infant. “…or how much I’ll make them fly if someone makes you cry…” A sob slipped up your throat when the tiny hand met the side of his cheek, a single droplet of water slipping down the opposite as his expression became one of relief, your lips pressing against his in a brief peck before his buried his face within the blanket that earned a high pitched squeal as his soft blonde hair tickled the girl’s face.

Fumikage Tokoyami (SFW)

“Mami, look! I’m Dark Shadow!”

You couldn’t help but smile as your son of six years sped across the living room’s length as fast as his little legs could carry him. “Careful, Dante, don’t want you tripping—”

A crash sounded, cutting off the rest of your sentence that was closely followed by the softest of whimpers.

“—or hurting yourself.”

Strategically, you stepped out of the kitchen taking care to avoid the spikes that had appeared as if from nowhere that were courtesy of the young child’s quirk until you came to a stop near the balled figure that was your son where you dropped to one knee. “Show me?” Swimming cranberry hued eyes rose to meet your gaze at your gentle request as a fresh carpet burn was showcased upon his knee. A light kiss was pressed against the bright angry wound, earning a flinch that was eased into a teary laugh as your fingers brushed along his sides. “What did we learn?”

“No running in the house, I know, I was just playing—I’m sorry, mami, no more tickles!” He laughed as your fingers quickened.

“It would be wise to listen to one’s mother.” A deep voice called from somewhere in the room, drawing both of your attentions to the figure who materialized with an amused glint in his red gaze as the spikes vanished. “Especially when she has such an effective means of attack that can render even the greatest of foes immobile.” Fumikage readily collected the young boy who wiggled free of your hold to take a mock protective stance between the two of you, one arm extended as if to fend you off as Dark Shadow appeared from behind to rest its chin atop of your son’s shoulder to watch in curiosity.

Smiling, you held up your hands in mock surrender that earned a knowing smirk before he took the step that would bring you closer and bypassing his arm managed to place a quick kiss against the fine feathers that would normally be hidden by his choker before he managed to enclose you within a tight embrace. “Welcome home, my mighty warrior,” you cooed softly when the curve of his beak brushed along the length of your neck that was willingly offered with a hum, “I hope your night was eventful and prosperous.”

“Eww, PDA!”

“I’m takin’ the kid to the park since you two clearly need some time to yourselves!”

The two of you chuckled lowly while turning your attentions to the boy who rolled his eyes while running for the nearby closet where his shoes would be found.

“Hold one moment.”

Your brows rose at the stern note that he used when addressing the boy, also earning a wide eyed panic filled glance from him, as he moved to stand before the pro hero. “It was only an accident, Fumi,” you whispered softly when feeling the tension radiating off his form, “I think he learned his lesson.”

“That is not my concern.” He dropped to one knee so that they were eye level, his hands falling to rest upon his son’s shoulders. “Dante, do we need to train more after school to help you control your quirk? You may not have meant to but your mother could have been hurt just now. And someone else as well.”

So that was the lesson he wanted to portray.

The young boy caught on just as quickly as you had, his wide gaze darting to the nearby swing that held a small infant who watched with eyes that mirrored your own. You felt a swell of pride when Dante hurried to the baby’s side once released, careful to instruct him on how to properly support his brother’s head while picking him up, and rested a hand atop of his head when he turned to stand beside you. Not a single scratch could be seen on the child as you examined him closely and pressed a peck to a chubby cheek before placing one upon your eldest. “How about we all go to the park, hm? I know how much you’ve missed your father as of late and it’s been quite sometime since we’ve ventured out as a family.”

“It has gotten late, my angel, however I do not protest against an outing such as this.” Fumikage’s smile was infectious as your child hurried to grab his brother’s outerwear from the next room, your own lips lifting in the corners as he turned his attention fully to you with that glint you’d seen several times when he was debating on something.

“Recall your own words,” you purred lowly while stepping up so that your forms were brushing and the curve of his beak lightly met your lips, “for it is in the darkness that one’s desires can be fully realized without hinderance of society or fear of judgement. Perhaps while the children are playing under Dark Shadow’s careful watch, you and I may once again reacquaint ourselves with the darkness that gave birth to them?”

A low growl was your only warning as he suddenly pivoted to sandwich you against the wall with his hips against yours and heated breath ghosting across your exposed neck that had willingly exposed itself to him. What was recognizable as his tongue trailed with a feather’s light touch across the pulse point in your neck, a favorite place of his to leave marks that would tell the world of whom you belonged to, teasing the sensitive skin there by nibbling it until your back arched with a soft moan. “Temptress, you sing a siren’s song this night’s eve. Perhaps I have indeed neglected you for far too long. Forgive me, oh goddess of mine, but make no mistake that I shall repay all my transgressions until every inch of your body is permeated with my love.”

“We’re going on ahead, you two catch up whenever you’re done with…you know!” And the door closed with a loud bang, leaving the two of you alone within the residence which you called home.

Silence fell but it was the growing embers within his gaze that quickly became infernos that made the fine hairs across your body rise and core warm. “My warrior, must you wait for an invitation? Even a hunter’s patience eventually wanes to give rise to actions which can not be conveyed with words alone.” You were not disappointed as he swept you up into his arms high enough that your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist to bring him closer still as he carried your towards the nearby bedroom.

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