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goodlucksnez · 2 years

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Ceasefire of the senses

When a strange outbreak sweeps through Japan, can the heroes find the cause before they succumb to the illness as well...or is it too late. for @kushami-hime thank you, friend-i am better for knowing you WARNING this is a sneeze kink story if that is not your jam then don't fucking read it. ALL CHARACTERS ARE 21+ AND THIS STORY IS POST CANNON

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/36381502?view_adult=true

The rain pelted down on the glass balcony doors, and the AC unit hummed to life, Izuku sighed. It was a perfect day off; one he had not had in over 5 weeks. The unpredictable time of the rise of villains along with himself being named the new symbol of peace; which of course he was happy the public knew, but all the meetups and interviews and costume designers banging at his door and blowing up his social media had taken a toll on the young hero, so a day where he could just relax and check up on podcasts and maybe do some gaming, he was over the moon. As he stretched on the soft sofa his furry friend Emily FancyWhisker perked up from the blanket resting on his lap. As he smiled and reached to pet her, she yawned and jumped down off the blanket. ‘Well, that is just how a cat is’ he thought to himself before turning his attention back to the screen of his phone.

For the number 1 hero, he did not have many applications on his phone just the bare necessities. Messages, photos, camera, notes, as well as a few social media platforms, Bakugou forced him to download. It's not like he knew how to use most of them anyway. But he had a guilty pleasure of a few podcasts and gaming channels he liked to watch that he kept on the second page just in case someone took his phone mostly Bakugou and he didn’t want him to judge him.

As he clicked on the headline of a news story called flu season, he heard the familiar click of the front door to the apartment and the sound of jingling keys. As the blond-haired man crossed the threshold Izuku called out in his cheery demeanor. “Heya Kacchan, how was the office?”

He heard the rustling of bags before a loud huff reached his ears. “It was fine, nothing has changed since the last time you texted me 20 fucking minutes ago,” Bakugou replies as he shut the door behind him and locked it. He then preceded to take off his coat and boots throwing them across the room a behavior Midoriya disproved of and smirks when Izuku looked at him knowingly.

“What?”

“Nothing Kacchan” and Midoriya went back to half-reading the report as Bakugou marched over and dramatically laid across the sofa practical crushing him in the process.

As Midoriya laughed in protest at the weight of Bakugou lightly crushing him Bakugou exclaimed. “Man, we need to get a new sofa this one is all lumpy.” He stated before poking Midoriya in the elbow and knee. “But certain parts are hard what shitty place did you get this from.” He said laughing.

Midoriya who is trying to push Bakugou off of him exclaimed out. “You sitting on me not the sofa get off,” he said laughing.

Bakugou ignoring his comments simply took the blanket and covered himself with it and laid down now with his ass in the face of Deku. “Ahh now after a long day of work I can finally relax without any—in-hh inter—hheh-interruptions…uhh.. Hh’U...h! uhhhCHUSH’oo! Oh…fucking hell.”

With a final push, Midoriya pushed his way out from behind Bakugou and looked at his partner who was rubbing his nose annoyingly.

“Bless you, you ok- “

“I’m fine the damn furball was laying on this,” he said as he tossed the pink blanket across the room as Emily strolled into the room. “Speaking of the brat, why did we even adopt her again you know I am a—aller—allergic... Hhh’ihhh…. heh-ETCHishhh!” he quickly catches the sneeze in his hands before cursing.

Deku reaches behind him and grabs a few tissues and extends them out to the sniffling pro. “Bless you, and you promised you would take your pills so this would not happen, that is why we adopted her.” He said as he strolled over to the feline and picked her up in his arms. “That and because she is so cute.” He said rubbing his face against the light fur.

Bakugou just sniffed and grunted as he stood up and made his way over to the side table where all the medicine they took were laid out before popping 2 purple pills and swelling them dry.

“Happy now,” he said rubbing his nose on the corner of his sleeve.

Midoriya smiled before going to the sofa and pulling out his phone trying to enjoy the last 5 hours of his day off.

Bakugou went to the shared bathroom to shower after work so Izuku had at least 25 minutes before he had to get up and prepare dinner. As he punched in his password, he saw a flashing of red before the screen went back to normal. ‘That is a weird glitch’ he thought to himself before continuing to the article he had up. The title read increased flu-like symptoms cause panic among populous.

Midoriya sighs to himself of course in these uncertain times everything made the public tense about the only thing that seemed to not take a toll was the dumb TikTok dances Kirishima kept sending him.

As he continued to read the article taking note of areas of infection and increased spread, he was interrupted by a surprise text message but this was unlike any other he has received. It was from an unknown number and it seemed to almost move as he looked at the message.

Hello, Deku. Before he could block the number, another text came through enjoying the article… some of my best work.

He immediately turned around and scanned the outside and confirmed no one was watching him before he was brought back to his phone with a vibration.

As one last text came through. See you soon, ウイルス as his phone glitched out and shut down. Midoriya jumped back in surprise and scrambled to catch it from falling on the floor, sadly it did and a nice crack formed on the screen.

‘Shoot now I will have to repair it’ he thought to himself. That was weird he thought but it was probability some prank his friends thought of he would have to talk to Denki tomorrow. He pocketed his phone before heading to the kitchen to start working on dinner.

When the rice cooker was ready, he poured in the rice, and then he heard the soft footsteps of his partner approaching him. He pretended not to notice and went back to cutting vegetables so when the taller blond bent down and whispered in his ear “hey sexy” he pretended to be all scared “Oh Kacchan I didn’t hear you scared me” he said sarcastically and giggled a little.

“Pfft you are lucky your Number 1 your acting skill as shit Deku,” he said as he kissed the messy hair of his partner.

“Feel better mister grump after your shower”? Midoriya said turning back around to prepare the nori.

“Yea I do shitty deku, I got roped into fucking babysitting the damn extra since some of the major pros were out sick. Fucking idiots like I swear if I have to tell Duracell the definition of a pencil shaper again, I am going to punch a hole in his head that the brain damage he has makes sense.”

“Aww doesn’t be mean to him, everything is hard right now, with the changing times and uncertainty, and besides I think with the disappearance of Shinsou it got him a little on edge.”

Bakugou scoffs before going to the table and pulling out his phone and going through the notification. It was quiet just the sound of cooking and rain hitting the window Deku wished it could be like this all the time.

“Deku”

“Hmm?” the green hair boy replied taking out the rice and beginning to form the sushi rolls.

“See the fucking headline about the illness.”

“Yea for a moment…why what’s up?

“The damn public freaking out over a case of the sniffles fucking pathetic.”

“Kachhan if I remember correctly, it was because of a small case of sniffles that you were out of work last year for 2 weeks.”

“Deku that was different and you know it, work send out a reminder to be care and all that shit.”

He trailed off as Midoriya plated his creation and took out the soy sauce and the hot sauce for Bakugou.

“Let’s forget about work we will deal with it in the morning…let’s eat.”

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Usually, Izuku waited until at least six a.m. before going on his morning jog, but he hadn't slept much that night. So, after an hour of stubbornly staring at his ceiling in an attempt to get back to sleep, he rolled out of bed and changed into his jogging clothes. As a last-minute thought, he turned off his clock’s alarm, ignoring the cheery green “5:34” that laughed at him from its screen.

The air outside of the dorms was chilled, causing puffs of grey to appear with every breath taken. Izuku liked the cold- it was refreshing and helped him wake up, even as his nose and cheeks reddened. Outside the entrance of the apartment building, he jumped in place and briefly stretched. Usually, he planned his jogging routes but he took off at a light jog, deciding to go wherever his feet took him.

He'd been jogging for a good ten minutes before he caught sight of anyone. Izuku became curious, then. He rarely saw anyone on his usual morning jogs, and today he'd started even earlier than usual. ‘Who else could be up this early to exercise?’ he wondered.

Izuku looked at the figure ahead of him It was hard to tell who it was in the pale morning light, but the figure seemed familiar. He upped his pace slightly, gaining on the person ahead of him. As he got closer, the person’s purple-blue hair became obvious, and a smile came easily to Izuku’s lips.

Izuku sped up further, easily catching up with Shinsou.

“Hey Shinsou we have been looking for you, can’t disappear for like 3 days, even if you are on a mission!” he called out his breathe hanging in the air.

Shinsou stumbled, whipping his head around to stare at Izuku in surprise.

Izuku laughed sheepishly, scratching the back of his head as he matched Shinsou’s pace with ease. “Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you…. hey you look sorry for the foul language like shit what happened?!”

Shinsou composed himself quickly and turned back to focus on the path before him. “M.. fine,” he said awkwardly. His tone betrayed him because after a moment he was bending over to cough roughly.

“Woah breathe there what happened?” Izuku asked beginning to look him over for any signs of injury.

“I’m not hurt, just ugh head is killing me, think I might have got some entail on my way to the office now…” he paused before coughing again. “If I can make it.”

Deku helped the struggling man regain his posture “hey I don’t mind going in early I probably have a lot of work to catch up on anyway…would you like some help?”

Okay, that was the wrong thing to say, Izuku thought, watching Shinsou cringe slightly, now looking even more unsure of himself. Before Izuku could apologize and change the subject, Shinsou responded quietly, “I guess.”

The shorter boy’s smile returned to his face full force, and they walked side by side for a few minutes in silence. When Izuku’s burning curiosity became too much to bear, he broke the comfortable silence with a statement; “So Denki will be happy to see you, info or not”

Shinsou nodded, “yeah would have told him where I was, but he would have tried to follow. He winced as his voice caught in his throat. “And being stealthy isn’t his strong suit.”

Izuku wanted to ask where he had gone- surely it must have been a tiring journey if he came back this exhausted but he didn't want to push. The question must’ve shown on his face, though, as Shinsou let out a little sigh and explained.

“You know the increased movement of the league well my team and I realized it isn’t so unpredictable as we thought. They seem to be going to the same kinds of abandonment places-medically facilities. The team set me up with some locations that might yield in some information being useful” he paused as he coughed thickly into his sleeve. “They were right. While I did not have the chance to stay extremely long, I did find a hideout for one of the gangs working with lov I was outnumbered but I did manage to get some info and I think maybe we can figure out their next plan.”

The last part came out muttered under his breath, probably not meant for Izuku to hear. Even so, Izuku was excited to hear his friend was working hard.

“Ah, I see! That is incredible work shinsou wow, Aizawa did a good job teaching you huh, do not worry when we get to the office, I will make you some well-deserved coffee and maybe I can ask Bakugou to bring a thermos of something hot to help with that cough-oh shinsou?”

The purple hair pro had stopped walking and was staring at the newly rising sun before Midoriya could say anything help the pro was pinching forward with wet sneezes.

"Heh'KIIHHPT'shht! Hihgg-NNXXT'choo!" Out of habit, he had yet cupped both hands over his nose, and they were now unpleasantly wet. He grimaced, reaching for his sleeve to wipe his now running nose.

"Bless you…and maybe some meds too," Midoriya replied before reaching into his pants and pulling out an extra travel size pack of tissues, and handing it over.

“That might be nice, thanks,” a self-deprecating smile appeared on Shinsou’s lips, “I started feeling like this soon after leaving the hideout.” The smile disappeared, and his jaw set determinedly. “But this also might be a good thing, if my hunch is right this is a good sign” he explained. They walked the rest of the way to the agency in silence except for some sniffling.

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Once they entered the building Shinosu excused himself to the showers to clean up while Deku took out his cacked phone to try to type a message to Bakugou who would be waking up any minutes. However, before he could the phone glitched again and the text reading “it is already too late” flashed before it shut down again.

‘Crap he thought to himself so this isn’t some prank’ as his mind began to do calculations and he began muttering to himself he was brought out of the moments when it made his nose burn with a strong itch, he hoped that if he scrubbed at it again it might help to tame the itch, but it did nothing of the sort, in fact, it only made it worse. He felt the sneeze creeping up so he quickly turned away burying his face in the crook of my elbow

“Heh… iehh…ah- ah’TSSSHHHuu!”

A surprisingly strong made him surprisingly sniffly and as he went to his office to call Bakugou the worry and anxiety began to rise in him.

As he dialed the number and waited as the dial tone rang, he bit his lip. After the third ring, a gruff voice answered. “Do you have any clue what time it is right now?”

“Morning kaccan I know it is early but hey I need you to bring a few things before you come to the office.” As he listed the required items, he could hear Bakugou groan and finally spit out fine before saying a quick I love you and ending the call.

Midoriya then signed and pulled out a whiteboard it was better to write on it since notepaper was not everyone cup of tea. In red markers he put the schedule on and wheeled it into the common room just as the first person clocking in at 8 am. Kirishima always punction and always perfect.

“Heya number 1 how was your day off?” He inquired taking off his bag and heading toward the coffee machine and breakfast corner.

“Kirishima, we talked about this just because I am number 1 doesn’t mean you need to refer to me as much. I’m still just your friend and coworker.”

Kirishima laughed a hearty chuckle before filling his bowl with lucky charms a trait he picked up on his first trip to America and now had an unhealthy obsession over. “Yeah, but come on it is a pretty cool tile if I was anything that manly, I would love to have people call me it.”

“Yeah, well I don’t…people should not treat me any differently just because I am number 1.”

Kirishima laughed before taking another bite of cereal. “Oh yeah what about that fancy place you got, think they just give those out to anyone?”

Deku shook his head “there is no winning with you is there?”

“Nope get used to it number 1.” He turned and looked at the schedule “hey what is the meeting at 9 about. He inquired mouth full of marshmallows.

“Oh, I ran into Shinsou he was investigating some things and I think he might have a leg up on the next move of the lov.”

Kirishima fist punched the air “oh man that is awesome where is the insomniac I got to give my thanks.”

“In the showers, I don’t think he is feeling too well though, looked pretty run down when I talked to him.

“Ah that is too bad but nothing one of my patented best man hugs can fix.”

Midoriya signed before heading back to his laptop to catch up on email. “Just be careful Bakugou will have your thrown out if you catch something.”

“I will man, hey take it easy number 1,” he said before turning the corner and heading to the showers throwing the now-empty bowl in the trash.

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It was now 9:27 and he could hear the elevator door open and the grunting footsteps of Bakugou even before he saw him.

“Good morning ba- “

“Shut it I got your damn stuff next time just get this shit yourself,” he said before emptying the supplies of tissues, a thermos of hot soup, as well as some cough medicine onto the next.

Midoriya smirked “Thank you nurse I'm sure Shinsou will appreciate it.”

“Tsh whatever just don’t get what he has.”

As 10 o’clock rolls around and everyone is gathered in the press conference meeting Shinsou is at the podium looking better since he has showered and Midoriya next to him ready to take notes and add any information.

“I will skip the pleasantries and get right down to the bottom of it I believe the league of villains has infiltrated the grid market and is using it to target pros as well as the general public.

“Based on what I've seen there seems to be an underground organization that specializes in digital attacks if any of you have seen or heard of anything of the sort come talk to me after.” He continues after coughing. “However, that isn’t the only thing. The reason that they are infiltrating unused medical facilities as I believe they are trying to make a virus. A virus that will first hack the grid network and then slowly its users. As you all probably heard the increased number of flu-like symptoms in this region has almost doubled in the past five days however an uncommon statistic that they don’t tell you is that all these people were between the ages of 23 and 36 that demographic as per usual is addicted to their phones and other online sources. I believe they have figured a way to hack the grid and somehow infiltrate your body to produce flu-like symptoms…Well, this is just a theory…I believe my symptoms are the start of it.”

“I will be working with the lab as well as other techies” he winks at Denki “to try to determine if there is an antidote or antivirus or something but first let’s not cause any more harm than there already is, all this information stays close to the chest as we will continue to investigate and send scouts to these various locations. Now questions or any additions.”

Deku then steps forward earning a glare from Bakugou.

“I believe I was targeted by one of these cyber-attacks yesterday my phone seemed to glitch out and I got unnerving messages and then this morning another glitch appeared and soon after…” he kind of mumbled to himself… “I sneezed.”

“I don’t think I am infected. I do believe that they are targeting pros we need to stop this immediately. We need to know if it is a quirk-based virus or something else. All other work is to be put on hold until we figure out what is causing this and how to put an end to it. I will be going to one of these facilities with a team as well as others you will be informed later today of your locations and what you are to inquire but I do believe we should keep this a private matter. We don’t want the general public already so close to protests and rioting to become any more agitated. Let’s keep the peace and let’s find what is ever causing this and end it.”

He ends with his former mentor's favorite catchphrase “go beyond plus ultra” before concluding the meeting and heading off to his office Bakugou following in suit.

As he sat down in the chair his mind racing with preparation as well as notes to make and meeting to schedule and items to bring, he is brought back to the present when a hard glove-covered hand smacks him across the face.

He recoils and looks at Bakugou stunned, as go goes to rub his cheek and looks at him dumbfounded “Ow what was that for?”

“What the hell Deku why didn’t you tell me your phone was glitching?”

“It didn’t happen a lot and I didn’t think it was anything phones glitch software malfunctions it’s part of life it didn’t start to worry me until this morning.”

“What’s this shit about you getting sick.”

“I like sneezed once. I feel perfectly fine nothing is wrong with me but if I am infected, I should be monitored to determine what is going on.”

“Have the fucking purple hair mimic guy do it. We need the number one the public needs it and I need it.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet kacc-”

“Oh, shut it come on let’s get down to the lab, have Denki look at your fucking phone, and have that half and half bastard look at your health.”

“OK but just so you know I am still going to go on the patrol” he starts to hitch through the ending of that sentence. “as well as the new location to try to fight villains” His voice speeds up trying to end the sentence before sneezing and it became a higher pitch before he finally succumbs to the urge and sneezes twice openly.

“hHH-en'gSHOO! hHH-en'gSHOO!”

This earns him another slap to the face as well as a stern look as Bakugou states “if you are sick don’t fucking spread your shit to others and cover your mouth idiot.”

He sniffs and grabs a tissue from his desk before blowing his nose softly. “I don’t think that is how this virus works I think it has to do with screens and tech but let’s get Denki he should know more.”

“With any luck maybe, he has not fried his brain yet he says he plants a small kiss on the top of his head before practically dragging him out of his office and down the stairs.

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As they entered the basement layer of the agency it is filled with all types of bodies and movements. Lab equipment, as well as programming and special repair and support items, are being rushed around while certain area things are being marked off so it is a lot of activity.

Bakugou quality heads over the neon sign that says electronics and pushes the sliding glass door open.

“Oi Duracell got something for you to look at.”

From around the corner, Denki walks up to both of them before crossing his arms. “Hey, how many times do I have to tell you, don’t call me that…. ever hear me call you caramel?” The blond inquired.

“No cause if you did you would be 5 feet in the ground.”

“Yeah, that threat has lost its vigor over the years” he turns and looks at Midoriya “I swear I do not know how you live with him.”

Deku chuckles before handing over his phone.

“I think there might be a virus on this think you can work your magic and determine if that is true and how it got there?”

He cracks his knuckles and smiles “hey if I can fix a tractor with a piece of gum and a toothpick this should be no issue you are welcome to hang out around here” he says right before Izuku hitches and direct soft sneezes into his arm.

“hH-! hhuhdt’hptsSSCHhuhh...!”

“On the second case may be, you should go see Todoroki he might be able to help with that.”

“Finally, you said something smart, let's go” and dragged Midoriya out of the room.

As they arrived at the emergency health station, they saw more business than usual pros were being taken into a private room and the nurse's station was full of ringing phones. Bakugou sneered before hauling Midoriya to the private office of Todoroki.

“Hey half and half you busy?” he said already opening the door.

The room flickered as the fluorescent lights turned on, behind a wood table piles with papers and files sad Dr. Todoroki. After getting his Pro Hero license he decided to enroll in a medical program. While his quirk was one of the most powerful ones, he decided that after many years he decided to do what he wanted; and he wanted to help others as much as possible so he went into the medical field.

He became a first-class doctor and many pros sought out his expertise Midoriya agency had hired him about three years back and has been a useful member of the team.

As the pro lifted his head from behind a stack of files, he smiled warmly. “Good morning, Bakugo pleasant as always.” he said before standing up out of his rolling chair. “And Midoriya” he pauses as if he was thinking of something nice to say “always a pleasure to see you again.”

Bakugou shut the door behind him before practically pushing Midoriya forward.

“So, there’s this virus thing I’m sure you read the news half and half bastard but we think it’s being transmitted through tech or some crap we’re having Duracell look at it now, however….” He pauses as Deku begins to hitch. “It seems like someone might have something.”

He finishes his statement before quickly wrapping his hand over Midoriya face as he sneezed a wet triple into his hand.

“etCHUSHoo! ehhhUSH’oo!” …. eh… heh… huhCHussh!”

“We don’t think it’s contagious through direct contact,” he said looking at his hand in disgust and wiping it on his pants “but it is transmittable through screens maybe you can find something wrong.”

Throughout this entire time, Todoroki had been writing things down on a notepad before circling his desk and approaching Izuku now sniffling.

“Don’t worry I’ll take a look at him but you should go and plan the stealth missions. you’ll be in good hands with me.”

Bakugo huffs but before leaving delivering a kiss and then stomps out his voice echoing as he leaves.

Midoriya finally talks and when he does it is horse and congested. “Thank you Todoroki I didn’t think he would finally leave Sniff.”

Todoroki nods in sympathy, “he has a good heart but sometimes his anger gets in the way he cares about you and is worried even though he won’t have the decency to say so upfront.”

Midoriya blushes before running a finger under his nose and sniffling back congestion.

Todoroki motions for him to step further into his office and soon he’s at his private examination room.

As he jumps up on the table a situation, he has been in far too often Todoroki smiles.

“So, what seems to be the problem number one.”

Deku blushes before responding “well it started this morning with some congestion and” he clears his throat a little before continuing “sneezing…but I think it’s moved to my throat.” He winces as he’s talking as if his voice hurts him. “So, I guess general flu-like symptoms the strange part it happened quickly.”

Todoroki nods and scribbles a few things down before continuing “yes it seems that this” he motions for a word that he doesn’t know “virus seems to quickly attack and cause symptoms although the spread is something we’re not sure of.” He continues. “We have examined Shinsou and the other member who seems to have taken ill and he reports the same symptoms as you first having a glitching phone or other media and then generally feeling ill. It’s logical to conclude that they are related but let’s get some test done before we jump to any conclusions.”

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Todoroki let out a small laugh at his old friend's rambling as he prepared the blood test and nasal swabs. "Still the same Midoriya I know. You haven't got rid of that habit, have you?" He said, letting a small smile form on his scarred face. “Still scared of needles old friend.”

"Yeah, you're right. You know...it is a quite common fear around Pros." The green-haired male said, then let out a chuckle.

Todoroki smiled at the words that came out of his old friend. "My fears are still the same since I graduated UA. I guess the trauma fucked me up." He let out a pained kind of smile on his face.

"S-sorry for bringing that up. I-I didn't mean to." The current number one hero said, stuttering.

The heterochromatic male let out a heavy sigh. "It's okay. I'm good now."

Before the pro hero could say another word, the doctor started to clean the area of his arm with wipes. "As I said before, let's get yourself checked up. Lay down on the bed so I can check your health."

The pro hero did as he said. He laid his body on a bed. The younger male put on his stethoscope and checked his old friend's heartbeat. Then he checked the pro hero's blood pressure, body temperature, and any kind of check-up.

"Now I will warn I do have to do a nasal swab so that might trigger a reaction. Just let me know if you feel…. anything so I can stop.” He said grabbing the long stick.

Midoriya nodded tilting his head back. “Don’t worry I will be clear.”

“Alright let’s begin.”

The test seems simple right insert a swab into the nostril and swab the back and then send out the contents to a lab. However, the human body is good at preventing things from entering unwanted holes. If the body is already on red alert because a virus is attacking it makes this process even harder to do. As the green hair pro squirmed as Todoroki inserted the swab, he could see the eyes of the pro well up and a few tears escape.

He reassured Midoriya. “I know it is uncomfortable just a few more seconds” he said as he turned the swab resulting in a small hitching breath of the pro. Todoroki could tell he was doing his best not to cough or sneeze but this was a losing battle. As he twisted the swab again it was the lats taw and Midoriya flinched and it’s was too late to stop the sneeze now. “Ih…KSShh! HX’SChh! huh…KX’Shhh!” Shit-sniff so-hhh sorry hhh ii-ihh-ii’shiew! huh-eh’chIEW!! oh sniff! sorry snuff!”

Todoroki rubbed his back as he continued to cough and sneeze and handed him a tissue from the desk next to him.

When Midoriya seem to slow Todoroki offered a small blessing to which Midoriya thanks him.

“Well, I think I have all I need here so you can go. The lab results should be done in about 5 hours.”

Midoriya turned to leave before turning back to him. “Thank you, Todoroki sniff I know things, have not been the best since I passed…him...but I swear I will be stronger and better than him”.

Todoroki smiles before walking over and embracing him. “I know and don’t worry you already have. You surprised him even before you were a pro back in UA because you survived everything. Everyone is so proud of you. I know that man upstairs doesn’t say it enough but he is proud. I am proud. You are what this world needed.” He exits the embrace before smiling “just try not to forget that it is okay to ask for help you don’t have to be the number 1 all the time. And take care of yourself.”

He reaches into his lab coat and pulls out a lollipop. “Enjoy and I will see you soon with the results feel better was the last thing Midoriya heard before he closed the door took the wrapper off the lollipop and proceeded to head toward the exit back to the main office.

However, that was short-lived as soon as he exited the doctor's wing a bolt of electricity whipped out in front of him. luckily Danger sense came in handy and he quickly dodged it. He turned to see Kaminari looking surprised before his face contorted all almost like he was going to…and then another bolt of lightning-sparked from him as he doubled over and sneezed harshly.

Once the beeping from all the machines slowly lessened Midoriya saw Denki recovering before holding his phone up to him. Through the blinking emergency light, Midoriya could read the glitching message that flared on the screen, and then before he could blink the room adjacent to where Denki was standing all the monitors and tv and glitched and began to pulse with the same message.

“Already too late hero, my disease spreads soon I will control all.”

This was going to be a fight like he had never had before

It was a few hours later when Bakugou and Deku as well as Kirishima and a few other pros were on a train that the seriousness of the situation came in to play. In a matter of hours anyone who had come in to contact with the glitched phone of the number 1 Shinsou, Denki, Deku himself as well as Bakugou had all began to develop signs of illness.

The location they were heading to is one they believed using database from the dissected phone the location of where these texts were being sent from hopefully, they can find another clue and/or be ready for a fight.

As is the train swayed side to side Bakugou cursed silently before bringing up his shirt and sneezing openly into his chest below.

“Hh-! Hhih-!! HheESCHY'hUuoo!!”

A harsh sound that echo throughout the train car causing others to look at him in pity to which he answered back with a glare that would scare even the strongest of pros.

“Let’s just go over the plan again.” he said sniffling.

“All right I’m sorry you feel bad I just wanted to help you feel better-” Kirishima exclaimed. To which Bakugou exclaimed “I will feel better” he said as his breath started to hitch “when we- hhiH-! sniff get this fucking villain delt with… Hhhih-! Hahh. Hh-! Hhih-!! HheESCHY'hUuoo!!” rubbing his chest afterwards.

They are to enter the facility using the underground tunnel system which will put them on the right corridor of the abandon hospital. They are then to make their way to the security office, before activating the security protocols and locking all of the doors and wings. Therefore, if anyone is in the building they will be trapped along with the heroes. Then it becomes a search and rescue mission as well as gathering info or a fight.

It sounds simple enough but with a team of five and two of the strongest pros currently battling whatever they have it is going to be difficult… But they’ve handled worse before, right?

As the three of them look at the blueprints and the map each of them memorizing the locations the train slowed and eventually came to a stop indicating they are at their location. It was still a 10-minute walk to the man hole cover where the entrance to the underground tunnels were.

As they exited the train a light rain shower had begun and Kirishima put up his hood and Deku brought out umbrella they looked at each other in annoyance before continuing on.

The walk seemed longer than usual as they dragged their feet. The puddles on the street began to increase in their size. Soaking the clothes and pressing their hair against their face as they continue to walk. Every once in a while, one of them would stop do us perimeter check to see if they were being followed and/or cough or sneeze

Each one hurting their chest and voice but eventually they reach the manhole cover. Before Kirishima could even suggest he use his strength to pull it up, Bakugou bent down concentrated his quirk and blew the manhole cover into the raining sky.

Midoriya looked at him and surprise. “We were supposed to be stealthy about this” he said with congestion thick in his voice.

“These damn villains are going to get my fucking wrath” he said “I don’t give a shit about a manhole cover the city will bill me later” he said as he began climbing down into the tunnels.

Kirishima and Deku exchanged a look. “Sorry Kirishima he’s always like this when he is sick.” before following suit down the ladder. Kirishima was the last one using his strength to put the man hole cover back on and as they descended down into the underground tunnels, he tried to hide his smile.

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As the team began walking down the abandoned tunnel their footsteps echoed over the musty concrete floor Midoriya who is in the front of the line put up his hand the others immediately stopped.

Bakugou rushed to his side, he couldn’t see anything in front of them but if Deku had stopped maybe his quirk was going off that indicated danger he looked at the face of Deku and then growled at what he saw.

The damn nerd's eyes were closed his breath spasming as his breath was hitching wildly like a mad dog.

He came to two realizations very quickly. 1) if he were to have an outburst and might work against him as they are trying to have an element of surprise and 2) no matter what he did he wasn’t going to stop.

Midoriya was doing everything in his power to stop the sneeze from happening but it was a losing battle. He suddenly found his face being smashed into the chest of his partner as the tickle overtook him and he spasmed against him.

“HehK’TSSCHuhh!...Heh’TSSCHISH!......Hhhh….Hhi-iIH’TSCHOO!”

Spasm after spasm rocked him against the chest and Bakugou began to feel wetness seep through his shirt and onto his skin.

When Bakugou was sure he was done and his shirt had been thoroughly soaked he whispered a quiet blessing in his ear as Midoriya looked up that him. His eyes watering and his nose running and tinged a light pink Bakugou could swear his heart almost melted, he quickly regained his composure and continue down the tunnel.

About another five minutes in the tunnel and it was Bakugou who stopped this time, however unlike Deku he didn’t get a warning.

His breathing hitched for two seconds before he was jolted forward in a series of unsatisfying stifled sneezes which left him hitching is Kirishima and Deku ran up to him to try to stop him from making too much noise.

Kiri began instructing Bakugou on how to breathe while Deku pinched his nose. Even with a combined effort of both of them, it was barely keeping the sneezes at bay and Bakugou was actively whining.

“I think I’m-Hhih-I’m g-hahh…gonna s-Hhuh-! Snee-Heeeehh…please…hahhI cahhhi can’t…stop it-!!”

One thing about Bakugou is he didn’t do anything quietly. He woke up loudly, he went to bed loudly, he brushed his teeth loudly so it is reasonable to imagine his sneezes are loud. As they were even closer to the entrance of the hospital now there’s no doubt that if anyone was in the building when the ‘explosion’ was going to take place they were going to hear him. They needed the element of surprise now more than ever, but Bakugou was going to ruin it…so Deku did something he never thought he would do.

He activated black whip the tendrils of energy gathering on his arms and shooting out, he created sphere-like imprisonment around Bakugou. He was working on this move in secret for about two months now. Theoretically could be a sound dampening maneuver. The pulsing energy encapsulated the hitching man and he saw Bakugou open one eye and then all went still.

Kirishima and Deku held their breath waiting for the ‘explosion�� they knew was going to happen but I never did. Bakugou was left rubbing his nose like a madman cursing although it was very muffled.

Midoriya had seen this too many times, when Bakugou desperately wanted to stop showing weakness he would force himself to not sneeze or even cough when he was sick this resulted in what Deku called stubborn sneezes.

He would hitch but never fully release until some irritant caused him to fall over the edge. His sneezes stuck and now he was surrounded by massive radiating energy.

Deku did the only thing he thought of shot one tendril of black whip into the sphere and brought it right under the twitching nose of his partner.

Through the semi-translucent pulsing energy of the sphere, Midoriya could see. The tendril was circling the rim before slowly inserting and circling the inside. “Hhhih-! Hahh …hhiH-! …Close…” The way Katsuki hitched was so violent, Deku was afraid he might activate his quirk by mistake however no sneeze happened so he continued to tickle that special spot he knew Bakugou had, until Katsuki reared back, his nose aimed at the ceiling.

“Hh-! Hhih-!! HheESCHY'hUuoo!! Aaahhn… Dhehh..” Katsuki sniffled, keeping his head down and being to hitch more urgently. “Hhigh..I.. ih-..hEHDISSH’uh!.. eh’KIZSCH-!.. fuck-HH-…...hAHJZZISH’IUH!!-fuHH- tih-HH!.....hD’KZSSCHT-!! Ugh, dabbit, -h-HH-!.....HIH’EHZZSHH’IUH!- fuc’gk!”

In short, the explosion was nuclear, the results were undoubtedly messy. Snot thoroughly coating and soaking the middle down to the bottom of their shirt. The amount of glistening snot and spray that erupted from the volcano of a nose was rather shocking to Bakugou who was left coughing and panting.

After a few very rough sounds nose-blowing filling the travel-size tissues Bakugou signs ‘I’m done'. Deku nods and lowers the barrier and walks forward and stammers out. “Bless you, umm. that sounded bad, are you sure you can fight?”

He sniffs wetly and coughs his voice almost completely gone. “I’m fine let’s just go and get this over with.”

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As the three found the hatch that connected the underground tunnel to the west corridor of the hospital soon after. They opened the heavy metal door and began silently walking on the dusty pattern floor to the hospital wing.

They kept their eyes and ears out for any signs of movement and any sound besides the rattling of wind and rain against the shattered windows.

In their notes, they knew that this place has been abandoned for about five years. The hospital fell through due to a financial crisis and was left unaccounted for. Weeds and vines and overgrown foliage pushed through the broken windows and floor.

‘Almost an eerie display of nature overtaking something so modern’ Deku thought to himself before sniffling back congestion.

Empty beds and other medical equipment littered the floor and the three had to be careful not to step on any broken glass. As they neared the security office still no sign of any human the three of them heard a buzzing sound enter their ears. As they looked around for the sources, they could not see anything so Bakugou exclaimed. “It is probably an old wire, let us keep moving.”

However, they took a couple more steps Deku saw something moving along with the ceiling. He called out to the group to wait and dug out his flashlight shining a light up.

As the light illuminated the ceiling above them, they saw a dull purple ooze-like substance pulsing as if it had a heartbeat. When the light illuminated it scrambled out of the light and into a nearby crack on the adjacent wall.

Kirishima decided to harden and an unspoken agreement was made and he ran into the wall battering it with all his might while the other two prepared themselves for an encounter. Now with a larger crack and the rattling of drywall slowing, a new sound emerged. A distant voice could be heard speaking in a whisper.

“So, you’ve come home.”

An eerie voice called out that sent shivers up their spines. Bakugou called out “show yourself don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.” he said in a low growl his voice still horse and rough sounding.

A snake-like laugh filled the hallway around them before the purple ooze-like substance began to spill out of the wall as if a pipe had burst. It surrounded the three of them encapsulating their feet and as they try to move, they realized that this substance was much thicker than they had originally thought.

A spider-like arm emerges from the large crack in the wall followed by another and another and another before finally emerging was a… Human?

They are tall almost 7 feet in height. The skeletal creature with a purple armor-like shell emerged smiling? They had limbs similar to grasshoppers and hands like a bird's foot. They also had many long thin tentacles with curved blades hanging from their bodies and long claws.

As the three of them stared at this thing in front of them Bakugo already making small explosions in his hand called out “Are you the one causing this?”

“My young hero. How naïve I’m the savior of this world soon all will be my subjects.”

“Not if we have anything to do with it,” Deku said.

As the creature turned to look at him his eyes piercing. “Oh, but you’ve already fallen victim to one of my greater schemes…tell me a number one,” The air around him thicken as a smoky substance filled the air “how can you fight when your body is already betraying you?”

It was as if daggers had cut into Deku’s skin as he crumpled forward, a pain unlike he had ever felt encapsulated him. It felt like needles were piercing his skin. He coughed violently as if he was choking on air. The creature smiled.

“You see my friend, I control, I conquer and I overtake. You can call me Virus a pleasure to meet you…although it won’t be for very long,” he said before pulling out three blades each lined with a purplish colored hook. Quickly he began admitting purplish energy that soon encapsulated the ground. Three more similarly dressed creatures also emerged from the smoke and soon the battle began.

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Bakugou pulled the pin off his gauntlet, the blazing torch and heat from the explosion was deafening. As he flung the white-hot burning flame at the face of the oncoming creature. The one who had spoken previously deflected it with his armor like a shield as cascades of sparks fell around him. He smiled and went after the sickly blonde “Is that all you got? no wonder my friends have taken refuge in your body…so weak.” To gain a brief respite, Bakugou pushed Kirishima into the creature on the right. The creature was grappled and was cloven in two with one swift stroke of the hardened exterior of the red-haired pro. Deku stepped over the slain creature, whirling his fists expertly as he pursued the enemy. Ignoring his unprotected back, Deku failed to see a shadow-like creature stealing up behind him. The shadow raised his arms a set of claws, but, before he could strike, Kirishima had hurled the net over him.

The creature struggled like a landed fish as the Kirishima picked up the net and swung it several times against the wall. Dropping the lifeless thing, Kirishima let out a terrifying roar before turning to the other creature.

Deku stood in the center of the room, his one eye-straining to catch sight of Bakugou in the belfry. Blood dripped from the dozen wounds the sharp tendril had inflicted upon him during their battle. But now he knew he had won; he would soon see the last of the virus. “Give up, Virus, Deku the number 1 is waiting for you,” he cried.

Virus stood up on the broken tile floor. He laughed “You have not won anything,” he says as he raised his hands. Almost immediately Bakugou and Deku freeze and their breathing started to hitch. “See even you are being victims of your own body,” He walks over to the hitching blonde and slashes him under the ribs as red crimson starts to flow down his chest and drip onto the floor. Deku cries out as his breath falters and he succumbs to harsh sneezes that rock his body forward.

““Suh- sdneeze….huhhh-ATSHHiew!..huh-ish! hishhiew! huh’TSHHeshooo!”

As he stumbled forward trying to catch his breath as well as secure footing, he felt a hand on his back and before he can do anything he is being thrown into the ground, the tile breaking as the impact. The creature stands over him smiling menacingly before taking one of his sharpened blades like tendrils and slashing down. Deku closes his eye and prepares for pain but it doesn't come. He opens his eyes to see Kirishima blocking the blow.

The creature frowns “Ah a pet who isn’t one of mine yet. Don’t worry you will be soon.” He raises his arm a dark purplish orb with little spikes appears and as he goes to thrust it into Kirishima a defeating sound is heard.

BOOM!

Bakugou lets of an explosion that throws the Virus off of Deku and against the wall. A crack is heard then a yelp of pain before the creature slides their knees buckling and sits on the broken floor unable to move.

Wearily, Deku stands clutching his chest. Together the three of them stood and stared at the creature where it lay. Blood seeping from beneath its bloodied claw and a smashed tail laying limply against the wall.

Deku spoke, “It’s all over now. We won.”

They then both noticed that did not feel any better. “Or maybe not”

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As the investigation team was notified as well as everyone back at the agency. Bakugo and Deku were given immediate transport back to the agency, due to an intern Quirk that allowed teleportation.

The two partners were now driven home as they were told they were under quarantine until this flu passed. Of course, Bakugo didn’t take the news easily and tried to fight it although the argument was helped when he sneezed and it rattled the protective glass in the car.

As they get to their apartment and climb up the stairs and open the door, both of them completely exhausted, Deku makes a beeline to the couch while Bakugo sits down on the floor his back against the couch.

“Well, this suck.” the blonde exclaimed, “we don’t even know anything about this quirk or how long it lasts or anything.” His voice is thick with congestion and he’s irritated.

Deku rub his shoulders “I know but I think it’s for the best if we stay quarantined, we don’t know how long--” his breath starts to falter

He’s too preoccupied trying to fight back the immense tickle that he doesn’t realize the Bakugo was handing him tissues before he is being thrust forward and Bakugo catches him covering his nose and mouth.

“KSShh! HX’SChh! huh…KX’Shhh!!”

“Bless you” he grumbles before telling Deku to blow his nose while still holding the tissues against the sniffling pro.

As he does so Bakugo cringes at the sound before crumbling the tissues and throwing them in the trashcan.

“Should get used to you doing that, you’re always shitty at covering your mouth” he says flatly

Deku blushes before responding “well at least mine don’t rattle all the windows” he said taunting him.

“Hey” Bakugo exclaves “my sneezes are fine”

Deku rolls his eyes before responding “yeah sure I’m surprised Japan doesn’t put out an earthquake warning every time you get the sniffles.”

“Keep talking Deku and the only thing they will find is your hhhhi bones-”

Deku laughs “Oh going to sneeze already…well then prove it.”

“Prove what,” said the blonde whose hitching was slowing and he rubbed at his nose.

“Try to be quiet,” Deku said crossing his arms.

“I'm a pro. If I want my sneezes to sound quieter, I'll do it. Can't be that hard to stifle them, right? It's just a matter of pushing them to the back of my throat and holding the release in. I bet I can make mine even quieter than yours.” He wiggled his nose as if trying to invite a sneeze, though all it did was make Deku hot. Not the sort of hot you got when someone snuggled up to your side but the sort you got when someone with amazing sneezes threatened to sneeze right then and there. “Except... huh... hnnn... huh... No. Sniff! How can I practice when I can't... hah... huhhhhh... huh-hnnn! Eh! Hehh! Hnnn! Uhh...” He sighed, shaking his head. Then he buried his face against deku neck and spoke words that whispered against deku skin. “Deku... do you know a way to make me sneeze?”

Izuku nearly died. Just like that. All the training, all the adventures, all the battles with Bakugou over the years, and what nearly did him in were those little words and Bakugou warm, heavy body and slightly wet nose. All Izuku could do was nod. He feared any word out of him would sound like a whimper and reveal too much of his interests. He leaned to the side and grabbed a few tissues, twirling one into a sharp point a method he had only dreamed of.

Izuku held it up in front of katsuki face. “Do you trust me?”

He nodded and sniffed so that his nostrils flared widely, invitingly. Deku’s whole body wibbled and burned with need as he inserted the pointed tissue into his nose. Bakugou gave a sharp gasp and his eyes began to water. But it wasn't until Izuku started wiggling the piece around that the build-up started. “heh! Eh!”

“Now, when the sneeze comes, remember what you're trying to do.”

“Nngh!” Bakugou said, bobbing his head up and down in an attempt at agreeing. “Gonna... gonna sn-sneeze... ehhhh quiet-huh quietly. Heh! Hehhh!” Deku gave Bakugou beautifully twitching nose one more jab with the tissues and that was all it took. “hD’KZSSCHT-!! Ugh, dabbit, -h-HH-! HIH’EHZZSHH’IUH! - fuc’gk!”

It was, without a doubt, the worst attempt at reigning in a sneeze deku had ever heard. And, at the same time, he had never wanted Bakugou more.

“Didn't... hahh... didn't work that time. Sniff! Try again.” He rubbed two fingers boyishly at his nose to ready it, then tilted his head back, waiting for deku to tease his nose again.

Izuku did not hesitate. He switched nostrils, spinning and tickling, and this time the sneeze came faster. “hah-engg... ehh-ngg...HIH’EHZZSHH’IUH!- fuc’gk!” Bakugou gasped and moaned, rubbing his forehead and the bridge of his nose. “Harder than I thought,” he murmured. “Do it again?”

His hand almost shaking with his excitement, Izuku inserted a blade of grass and twirled it around, but he did not sneeze at once. His nostrils flared and his eyes watered. Then he tilted his head and his nostrils flared more violently. “I can feel it... heh! Feel the tickle way back in... hah! Back in my n-nose. Hah! Yes... that's.. hehh! That's it. Hah! Hah! Just... like that... heh-eh! Ehhh! Make me... hahhh! Make me sneeze h-HH-! HIH’EHZZSHH’IUH! - fuc’gk!!” Bakugou wiped his hand at his eyes and then his nose. “Was that any softer sniff do you think?”

Chewing on his bottom lip, Izuku shook his head. “I'm sorry.”

Bakugou huffed in frustration. “Show me how you do it?”

“It's just the way I sneeze. I can't help it,” Deku replied. He took another pointed tissue and invaded his own nostrils. Already sensitive from his flu, it didn't take a second to feel that tell-tale tickle rises. His tongue pushed against his bottom teeth as his mouth dropped open. “KSShh! HX’SChh! huh…KX’Shhh!” He caught the sneeze in his hand, but only just in time. His nose dripped and itched, and he rubbed at it as he noticed Bakugou staring longingly at him.

“I want to sneeze like that.” Bakugou practically pouted.

Izuku's heart raced hard and fast. He couldn't believe Bakugou might be able to hear his words above its thumping when he replied, “Your sneezes are perfect just as they are. You just... need to stay away from stealthy missions when you have a cold.”

This earned deku a sniffle-filled kiss. He nearly passed out a second time.

--the end--

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nakunakunomi · 3 years

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Hello hazel-hun! I would like to request from mha: bakugo, tamaki, and hawks with female crush. How do you headcannon them admitting they have feelings and actually asking their crush on a first date? So happy i found your blog hun! 💖💖💖

Hi Lizzy!! This request was loads of fun to write, I hope you enjoy!! Have a great day!

Crushing + Asking their crush out HC | Hawks, Tamaki & Bakugo

2nd person. Fem reader. no warnings, just fluff!

Hawks

Hawks is pretty suave. He can get a little flirty, and doesn’t have a hard time complimenting you and winking at you and such. But usually, his advances don’t go any farther than that. Flirting.

The first step to actually getting out and admitting feelings is probably him giving you his number. He is pretty set on his privacy, for his safety and yours.

It starts out casually texting, then it turns into frequent good morning and goodnight texts (although because of his work, your mornings and nights may not line up entirely as they should).

He eventually brings his flirty attitude into these texts as well, adding winking and smirking smileys doing his best to make you feel flustered from simply reading a text.

It becomes so frequent that you actually start missing his texts when you don’t get any. Even if he’s just working, you realize that you may have a little crush on him.

And it’s once he realizes that the feelings may be mutual, he takes the step to take it a little further. Showing up at your work for a casual lunch, being in the same coffee shop as you in the morning…

You both know these encounters aren’t coincidences, especially if you’re texting him where you’re at every now and then, but you still are surprised every time he shows up and joins you for however long his schedule will allow.

When he finally has decided it’s been enough dancing around each other, he will take you aside and ask you out properly. He will not actually confess his feelings straight away, because saying things such as I love you is a big step for him and will take him a couple dates, but the feelings are clear and apparent.

The date he proposes is super casual too: movies and take-out at his place. Being able to go over to his place is a big thing though and you know it. And a date that is just the two of you, away from all the hero fans and press and such? Perfect.

There will definitely be cuddles, and a kiss at the very end, as he drops you off at home. He will definitely tease you and flirt endlessly the entirety of the date, but in the end, he’s actually quite the gentleman.

Bakugo

Bakugo’s love language is acts of service. It’s him ‘tolerating you’ and helping you out, while others would normally have to beg him to help out.

It’s just this energy you have that makes him drawn to you, and at first, he’s kind of pissy about it. He doesn’t like too much distraction when it comes to him reaching his goal of becoming the top hero.

But then it turns out you’re not as much of a distraction as you are extra encouragement, as you are nothing but supportive, are mindful of his study- and sleeping schedule and actually do your best to make sure he can work towards his goal.

He is head over heels, and the whole bakusquad knows it, and relentlessly teases him for it. He just gets angry about it.

His flirting includes him calling you ‘dumbass’ and ‘idiot’ but still helping you out with whatever you need.

If he notices you’re having an off day, he will bluntly inquire what is wrong, but actually offer a listening ear and helpful tips. Whatever it is, he will actually help you. If you need extra training, he will schedule in extra practise. You don’t get a subject? Join him for some studying and he will explain it. Some comfort? A knock at your dorm door and he’s standing there with a handmade meal and a grumpy face reminding you to take care of yourself.

The squad invites you into their group chat just so you can get to know them all a little better, and it also nudges you a little closer to Bakugo even if that wasn’t a primary goal.

Eventually he does ask you out. He will never admit that it was the squad (and mainly Kirishima) convincing him that you were in fact interested in him as well, which was the final push he needed to ask you out while you were studying together.

The question seemingly comes out of nowhere. It’s short, but sincere, and you can see his cheeks turning pink a little. Of course you accept, and he continues the study session as if nothing happened, but that weekend, you go out on a date.

It’s something slightly active but still relaxing, such as the arcade, and walking around getting streetfood after. He lets you hold his hand and you leave with a kiss on his cheek. He stands in shock for a whole minute before entering his dorm.

Tamaki

Out of these three men, Tamaki is the one that takes the longest to admit to his feelings. He also takes the longest to even come close. He’s the kind of person you will talk to, and after several encounters he’ll develop a crush, but he will time and again convince himself that you are way out of his league.

If you hang out with the trio, and talk with them all equally, he will still focus on the times you were actually talking to Nejire or Mirio, just so he can convince his head that you don’t really care that much about him. And why would you with those other two present?

Luckily those two are your two biggest fans and shippers and they noticed his little crush right away when you had touched Tamaki’s cheek for some reason and he had become redder than a tomato.

Knowing better than to tease him, they instead try to hype him up to you, and while you don’t need any convincing at all (you have long noticed that Tamaki is absolutely adorable), you play along with them.

The game plan is simple: give Tamaki subtle pushes towards you, but most importantly: make sure he relaxes around you. You crush on him too, and you want nothing more than for him to be comfortable around you.

It takes a while, but eventually he manages to relax. You try and get him alone every once in a while, and more and more often you keep the conversation going for a longer time before the stress and anxiety gets the better of him and he has to excuse himself.

Eventually, he gathers the courage to ask you out. He tells Nejire and Mirio beforehand so they leave the two of you alone, making sure no one can interrupt the moment.

There’s a lot of stuttering and he asks it so quietly that you have to lean in close to understand, making him even more flustered.

Once you say yes though, you can see visible relief on his face, and he gains a bit of the confidence and established comfortableness again.

The date is dinner and a movie, it allows him to have a moment in private with you where awkward moments can be easily concealed by eating or focusing on the movie.

Halfway through the movie he very carefully grabs your hand and doesn’t let go. You take it slow, but you’ll get there.

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grxceful-ly · 2 years

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Izuku caught her by the shoulder. Her other shoulder was pressed up against his chest. The heat rising to her cheeks was almost noticeable over the queasiness. Despite her mind protesting sluggishly that she should pull away, abort mission, Ochako felt herself relax.

“Uraraka-san. . .”

Ochako huffed a small, nervous laugh. Her cheeks burned. Her stomach flipped. “Guess I went a little too far, huh?”

“A little?” Izuku’s grip tightened around her shoulder. “Uraraka-san, you’re shaking,” he said, serious. Ochako found it almost silly how intensely he worried for others. Hypocrite, she thought, fondly. He was right, though. She was shaking against him. “You can’t push yourself like this. Not this far.”

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anxious-silly-creature · 2 years

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I read “Out of Sync” by heyitsamelia5 on ao3 and it’s so good!

#bnha #bnhafic #bnha fic #mha #mha fic #mhafic #izuocha

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cinnabananamon · 4 years

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After long update finally i updated my fic again and i want to add the picture of both of them in one scene of the fic haha!

I JUST LOVE SHINDEKU DYNAMIC OKAY???

So here it is the new chapter! Oil, Rust, and Burns https://archiveofourown.org/works/24110992/chapters/62774350> chapter 25

#midoriya izuku #shinsou hitoshi #shindeku #deku #mha deku #bnha #bnha deku #bnha fanart #bnhafic #bnha fic #oilrustandburn

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regsmoon · 3 years

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hey there 💫 I just published this bakudeku fic post chapter 298 so if you'd like to give it a look, I'll leave it here! 💚🧡

#bakudeku fic #bakudeku #bkdk #katsudeku #ktdk #boku no hero academia #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero academia #bnhafic #manga spoilers #spoilers for ch298 #bnha ch298 #mha ch298

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fish-reconnaissance · 3 years

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Yamada, framed as the UA traitor, is on the run.

Aizawa, who hasn't seen or spoken to his husband in almost a week, is falling apart.

Both get a chance to talk one night while Eraserhead is on patrol, under the cover of the rain.

“Hizashi…” Shota says again and he feels the space behind his eyes burn. “Hizashi, what is happening to us?” He asks, desperate for an answer.

“I didn’t do it.” Hizashi- his Hizashi- says and of course Shota believes him. How could he not?

help i cant stop writing erasermic

anyways this is a snapshot of an idea of an au so context? what context? just Vibes.

#my fic #bnhafic #erasermic

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19catsncounting · 2 years

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“This is my goddamn life. I’ve seen those pages go dark, and I’m not going to 404 my servers for you, Eraserhead. It’s darker than black and I shouldn’t have let you get this far.” - Shiori, The Wards of UA

Truly one of my favorite OCs, despite how unlovable the prickly agoraphobe may seem on the surface, Shiori is a hacker and information agent who works with Eraserhead from time to time, but certainly has her own past prior to that point, detailed in her own spinoff fic. Shiori’s quirk which allows her to transmit code to any piece of hardware with a modern processor allows her to do a great deal more than Google where villains might be, but she’s certainly aware of the danger that comes with notoriety.

#bnha #bnhaoc #bnhafic #wardsofua

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sanchoyowrites · 3 years

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✰ summary: The league of villains are robbing a bank in the middle of the day on a Tuesday. You're a hostage, and you've caught the attention of their leader. (reader/Tomura SI fic!)

✰ word count: 2139

✰ rating: T for language

This was a random little scribble I had saved in my drafts and never posted! Just something light and funny. :)

#self insert #bnha fic #bnhafic #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki #play to win

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jusananimehoe · 4 years

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Teach me how to kiss;

So I’ve been whinging about no-one writing for my main boy, Geten. So I decided to get off my butt and do something about it. Please don’t laugh at me, I’ve never even attempted this stuff before, but here’s my best shot. I might actually add more to this if people don’t hate it :|

“You are joking, right”?

The universe had a funny way of kicking you constantly, but this was on a completely new level. Of all the cruel jokes to play on you, this? You blew out a breath, trying to keep the blush from showing on your pale skin, this was fine, it would be fine. It wasn’t fair to be dramatic, after all, it wasn’t your childhood best friend that had caught feelings, it was you.

One look at his pretty, pale blue eyes told you that he was not joking, however, he was deadly serious.

Figures, he never jokes around anymore.

You tried to squash the thought as soon as it fluttered through your mind, that also wasn’t fair. Geten had risen far in the army, a feat he was rightfully proud of, and you were happy for him, genuinely, you just missed him sometimes. For someone as young as him to be a lieutenant, well it simply wasn’t heard of, not at just 19 years old, but that was Geten, he’d never settle for anything less, and his loyalty to Redestro was unshakeable.

Was he ever that passionate about me?

“Of course, I’m not joking, what part of this situation is funny? If that filthy, fire-user would mind his own business and stay out of mine, it’d never have become a problem. But I can’t just leave it now that it’s been brought to my attention, can I? No, I must deal with it immediately”.

I bit down on my tongue, nearly hard enough to draw blood, but it was better than laughing. He’d be furious, and it wouldn’t be worth the argument it would cause. But it took a moment before I could trust myself to speak without giggling. As serious as he was, this was the most ridiculous situation I’d ever found myself in.

“So just, to be clear, so I’m absolutely certain about what exactly you’re asking me, you want me, to teach you how to kiss”?

I prayed silently that he couldn’t hear my heart, hammering away in my chest like it might burst at any moment.

“Exactly, now, enough blabbering on, shall we begin”?

He blinked at me, and I tried to remember how to breathe.

Kiss. Kiss Geten. Be his first kiss. Teach him how to kiss. No problem.

I swallowed, and finally looked at him again, his dead-pan expression did nothing to ease my nerves, because at the end of the day, I knew where I stood here. Clearly, Dabi, the blithering idiot, had made a comment about Geten’s lack of experience in the romantic department, and now he was agitated enough to want to fix it. Of course, he’d come to me, I was the only real option he had, short of kissing Redestro.

I blinked slowly, and sighed, three parts nervous, one part excited. I wondered idly how many times I’d dreamed of kissing his lips, or running my hands through his hair, that soft, snow-white hair. I wondered if his lips would feel as soft as they looked, if he’d really taste like peppermints, like I’d always imagined he would. Would his mouth be as cold as his quirk, or hot, full of passion?

Not that it would matter, because to Geten, this was just business, as usual. It was me; I was the idiot who’d been in love for five years, and I was the idiot about to develop an addiction to a pair of lips I’d probably only ever kiss this once.

What are friends for though?

‘Okay Gets, lets get this over with then”.

My voice barely shook, even as I leaned in close, my eyes refusing to close even as his did, warm breath ghosted over my cheek softly and I shuddered. If all I had was this, then screw it, I’d go all the way. My hands drifted slowly up his chest, coming to rest either side of the hood of his parkour, pulling him closer still, trembling as I heard his sharp intake of breath, but his eyes remained firmly closed.

I licked my lips, gulped, and then, pressed forward.

I’ll give you the most amazing first kiss ever Gets, I promise.

#geten #bnha geten #mha geten #geten x reader #bnha #lov #league of villains #myheroacademia #fluff #iceboyisinexperienced #icegremlin #fanfic #bnhafic

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goodlucksnez · 2 years

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How to be a Diva

Happy birthday Scatter! @scatter-snz I love all your work and you are always so kind to me and everyone.

Enjoy this fic!

Summery:When the change of seasons happen Kiri//shima gets his regular cold and denies it and baku//gou has to deal with him

All characters are 21+ All characters are adults and in their twenties! This takes place in a headcanon pro-hero timeline where Kiri and Katsuki are employed at a hero agency, married, and living together.

Bakugou got to the corner, which, if he could cross would take him to IHOP and Union Landing Apartments where he was heading. There, however, is no crosswalk despite how often he sees people both young and old standing on the median to cross the street.

He decides to take the “legal” method and avoid risking the cops calling him out on the megaphone, which has happened and is emblematic of the wrong culture we are promoting through something as innocent-seeming as road design.

At the light, he presses the ‘walk’ button and waits to get permission to cross the street at about 8:30 in the morning.

He just finished clearing out the general store of all their cold medicine and everything Kirishima might need as he fights a bad case of the sniffles. As he tapped his foot waiting for the light to turn, he can see his breath in the air. The newly autumn chill had taken up the distract and unfortunately, Kirishima caught his annual change of seasons cold. However, being married to him he picked up on his bad habits, one being, working when he is ill. As he remembered about how last year it took for him to get better the “stop” hand signal is flashing before his eyes. He didn’t time this. He thought to himself “I’m 25 years old” and runs across the road flipping off anyone who got in his way.

As he opens the door and glances inside the cozy apartment that he shared with Kirishima all is still. As he locks the door behind him shuffling inside holding the many plastic bags, he calls out.

“Oi Weird Hair, you up? I got you meds.”

When silence answers him back he shuffles his way into the bedroom and sees that the bed is empty. “The hell? Where the fuck are you?”

He calls out before turning and seeing the window is slightly ajar, letting the cool autumn fill the bedroom. As he approaches the window, he glances out onto the fire escape and sees the vibrant crimson hair of his partner leaning against the railing looking up into the sky.

Bakugou pushes the window open and yells out. “Kiri the fuck is you doing out here. He then notices he doesn’t have a jacket or anything on “and without a fucking jacket it's cold, do you want to get sicker?”

Kirishima jumps at the sudden noise. And scrambles to stand up his nose pink from the cool air and his cold. “Bakugou I….” he fumbles trying to think of an excuse. Before his eye unfocused and his breathing hitches. Bakugou using this moment grabs him by the collar of his shirt and thrusts him inside the bedroom just as he crumples forward with sneezes.

“h’rrSCH’OO!... “h’SCH’OO!...hhhhh'TCHEW!!!”

Bakugou rubs his arms which feel like ice before ripping the comforter of the king-size bed and draping it over the shivering, and the sniffling man he married.

“What the hell were you doing? It's freezing outside. Are you insane?” Bakugou remarks before he shuts the window and locks it.

After recovering he wipes his nose on his sleeve before responding “Hey, blame the shitty heater God, it's like the sun is in this room.” He sneezes on his hand before making a face of disgust.

“Bless…Eww, pebble no, you have a fever and you need to get into bed.”

“Oh, explosion boy, my simple friend, let me tell you about a little thing I like to call mind over body. You see, whenever I start feeling sick, I just stop being sick and be awesome instead. True story.”

Bakugou scoffs and leads the man to sit down on the bed rubbing his arms.

“Yeah, in two minutes, I'm going to pound a can of Red Bull, hop into my hhhi- sniff hero outfit, go on patrol, it’s gonna be-hhh-greahhhh- h'TCHEW!!”

“No, you are going to rest and now apparently I have to babysit your ass because you can’t be trusted alone.”

As Kirishima pouts and shivers under the thick comforter, bakugou plants a small kiss on the top of his head. When the crimson man under him sniffs bakugou says. “Don’t cry baby, I got you things.”

Kiri looks up his eyes watery and proclaims. “I don’t want to lay in bed all day sniff I can still help around here.” He says as he goes to stand up to which bakugou puts a hand out telling him to stop.

“No Kirishima just rest…” he pauses “I have to go get you medicine from the living room can I trust you for 3 minutes?” he gives him a stern look his mother used to give him when he was younger.

Kirishima wrinkles his nose and wipes it on his shoulder. “Yes, you cahhh-can trust me uheggschhieww! hehh… euhhschhooo! gh damn sniffles.”

“Bless you” is the last thing bakugou says before he leaves the room to fetch medicine and other supplies.

10 minutes later he returns with a tray, placed on top is a box of tissues, a steaming bowl of soup, some packets of medicine, and a cup of warm tea. As he pushes the door open allowing the hallway light to spill into the room illuminating the small bedroom he sighs as he sees the covered shape of his love in bed.

As he slowly walks into the room, he hears the small snoring coming from the heap of blankets and a smile crosses his face. As he sets the tray on the makeshift table, they had made the day prior using two small bookcases he hears the snoring stall and a small whimper reaches his ears.

He turns around to find the flushed face of Kirishima slowly reaching a hand out before croaking out. “Bakugou, I don’t feel good.”

Bakugou felt a lump grow in his chest and slowly rise to his throat he grabs the still chilled hand and gives him a reassuring squeeze and then lifts his hand to his heart.

“I know my love” he chuckles before continuing “you idiot I love you” and kisses Kirishima's hand before moving the quilt to tuck him back under.

“Time to take care of you, okay?” He slides into bed with Kirishima cuddling the flushed man as Kirishima wakes up from the short accidental nap he took.

After a few minutes of cuddling Kirishima suddenly tenses against bakugou.

“What’s the matter bab- “

Kirishima pinches forward stifling sneezes against his hand a painful sound that bakugou quietly rubs his back in sympathy.

“Love no stifling you will only hurt yourself more.”

He reaches over to the box of tissues and pulls about 5 and brings them under Kirishima's still hitching breath.

“Here love”

Before bakugou can move his hand Kirishima thrust forward sneezing into his hand. “heptchmphh!” bakugou started to lower the tissues, but Kirishima's hand flew up, holding them in place. “H'tchmphhh! Heh hehhh Himmphhh! Oh... sniff! Sniff! Excuse me. Sniff!”

Now Kirishima had the sniffles, his nose running into the tissues, his whole cold-filled head making him seem drowsy and extra helpless. Working more off instinct than anything else, bakugou readjusted the tissues. “Blow your nose,” he suggested. Kiri did, and bakugou closed the tissues around his nose as he did. He wiped Kiri's nose and stuffed the used tissues into a big bag safety-pinned to the side of the bed. He got more tissues at once, wanting to be prepared. Pressing them to Kiri's nose. “Again?”

Kiri's head gave a little shake, and he closed his eyes. His nose was still runny and sniffly, so bakugou dabbed tissues at it gently. It was already flushed pink from attention, and he didn't want to make it more and more sensitive.

Suddenly, Kiri tensed up. His brow furrowed and his nose twitched. Bakugou got the tissues ready. “It's okay,” bakugou reassured Kiri. “I think... I think I've got you. You can sneeze.”

And so, Kiri did. His whole body pitched forward, nose planting into the bunch of tissues. “hehhhPTshphhhh! Hehtchoomphh! Eh ehhh ehhh-IH’tchmphhh! heytchmph!” bakugou wasn't sure he was done, but the tissues were soaking, so he tried to quickly switch to some dry ones.

But he wasn't fast enough.

“h'TCHEW!” Kiri snapped forward, spraying part of bakugou hands and the blankets covering his lap. Bakugou quickly wiped his hand on his side before Kiri could see, not wanting the man to feel bad about it.

He, on the other hand, felt overwhelmed with guilt. Bakugou felt his mouth go dry and his heartache. “I'm so sorry. I had the tissues, but I couldn't get them up in time—”

Kiri pouted, nose running, looking all kinds of miserable and adorable simultaneously. “You'll do better next time,” he reassured bakugou. “You're concentrating too hard. You're getting all sniff wrapped up sniff sniff in your head. Sniff! Sniff! You need to just relax. Sniff! Ah, these sniffles...” He bent forward and nuzzled the tissues in bakugou hands, giving little, kittenish, snuffling blows. “Better,” he said, leaning back into his pillows and against bakugou. “This is nice.”

Bakugou flushed red before clearing his throat and reaching over to the bowl of stew he had prepared earlier. “Love do you think you can handle some soup?”

Kiri wiped his nose on his shoulder before replying with a stuffy “okay”

Bakugou adjusted a few pillows behind Kirishima's back to prop him up before sitting down on the bed next to him.

The predicament of feeding himself while shaky suddenly dawned on Kiri.

Maybe Kiri's hands could hold still so he could eat. The clink of the metal spoon in the bowl drew Kiri's attention and he looked over just in time to see bakugou gathering a spoonful of broth.

His heart skipped a beat. He wasn't going to…

He watched as bakugou carefully lifted the spoon to his mouth.

He was…

After a moment of hesitation, Kiri opened his mouth in silent assent and swallowed the broth. A smile spread across bakugou faces at this. Kiri could feel his face redden; being spoon-fed was an intimate act he had not been subjected to since childhood. It was embarrassing, but Kiri refrained from protesting since it was rare to see bakugou smile. They were both clumsy at first; bakugou had to wipe Kiri's chin several times, but they soon got a rhythm going and Kiri ate almost half the bowl.

"I think I'm good for now. Thanks for, uh, helping me," he said with a weak smile.

"Sure - I know the feeling of food doesn't look appetizing when you are sick," he replied simply, clearing the bowl and napkins.

Kiri nodded before snuffling in the tissues as he wiped his nose. Within minutes the red crimson eyes began to flutter shut and he drifted off to sleep as bakugou rubbed his back in a soothing rhythmic pattern.

What felt like hours passed however when the ill red-haired eyes fluttered open and looked at the digital clock on the bedside table that had only been an hour since he had fallen asleep.

His partner still wrapped around him in a comforting embrace it was picture perfect if his nose didn’t start to tingle at the indication of a sneeze brewing.

Kirishima was good at lots of things breaking down lock doors, ramming through old apartment buildings, and making his favorite deviled eggs, but one thing he was not great at was silencing his sneezes they were always rough doubling him in half.

As he tried to slow his breathing as to not add fuel to the fire the feeling started to spread and he found himself sniffing. He resorted to holding his breath but even that was barely working.

His breath and eyes were fighting to stay open and he quickly found himself pinching forward.

“heggschhieww! hehh… euhhschhooo!.... ihh—! isschhuhh! ISSCHH!”

The sudden movement and loud sounds seemed to wake the blond-headed hero as he jumped. His eyes wide his hands coming up in a defensive position as if he was caught off guard, as he looked around and saw the culprit Kirishima both flushed with fever and embarrassment he opened his mouth and then closed it as if he was reconsidering his words, after a moment he finally spoke.

“Fucking bless you.”

“Thanks,” Kirishima said sniffing back congestion.

“Don’t do that you’ll give yourself a sinus headache,” Bakugou replied before handing him the box of tissues.

Kiri blew his nose a wet and gross sound before throwing the tissue in the trash and shivering as the cool autumn air from the windows caught him.

Bakugou seeing his love shutter quickly got up got another blanket this one having All Might saying his signature phase on it and turned off the lights.

“Hey what do you do that for?” he said sniffling before coughing thickly into his sleeve.

“You’re sick, last thing I need is for you to catch more of a chill,” he said as he handed him the now-warm cup of tea.

“Drink this.”

“I don’t wanna makes me feel” He motions to his face before sniffling pathetically “sniffly.”

“That means it’s doing its job…drink it.”

He obeyed taking a few steps to appease the strong-minded individual standing before him before he quickly had to remove the cup.

“What’s wrong is it not good?” Bakugou began to ask before he saw the desperate need on Kirishima ‘s face.

“You’re fucking pathetic,” he said as the red-haired pro began to hitch. Kirishima couldn’t say anything but he began to wildly gesture.

“The fuck does that mean?” Bakagou said mockingly. Kirishima managed to stammer out tissue among the hitching.

“Oi, your dumb babe…well get it over with,” he said as he brought the tissues over and tented them across his lover's face. He whispered in his ear “go on, sneeze baby I got you.”

“hH… hiiH’EZSCHh-eew!... hehh.. iI-kTTChH-EEw! hiIh… hiIIH….iIZSCHH-EEw! hHh-hhH-hiIIIIh’TCHH-Eew!”

When he was done bakugou wiped his nose “now fucking stay in that bed and get some sleep love.”

-end-

#bnhafic #bnha #bakugou x kirishima #bnha kirishima #bnha kiribaku #baku #katsuki bakugou #bnha bakugou #My writing #my fanfic #myfic #My fic #snez #snezfic #bnhasnezfic

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nakunakunomi · 3 years

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Summary: You have always loved Hawks, but there's miles in between you. The moment you finally give up and accept that this is never going to become something, you wake up with pain in your chest and a single petal on the pillow next to your head.

Pairing: Hawks x Genderneutral Reader

Genre: angst, some fluff

Tags: Hanahaki disease, unrequited love, childhood love, self esteem issues. Every chapter will have individual tw and tags at the top.

Story overview and links

Chapter I. The Seed Chapter II. The Stem Chapter III. The Leaves - coming soon Chapter IV. The Petals - coming soon Chapter V. The Flower - coming soon

Taglist: Since this is a multichapter I will provide a taglist so you won’t miss an update. PM me or send an ask to be tagged.

#hawks x reader #Keigo tamaki x reader #keigo x reade #keigo takami #bnhafic #mhafic #hawks #From a Distance #Navigation #Hawks/reader #keigo/reader #multichapter #hanahaki disease #hanahaki tw #self esteem tw #angst tw

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angelselene · 4 years

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BNHA ~ Endeavor’s Child

Oh my god, blame @pkoceres for putting this plot bunny in my head. Now I must play. I have no idea where I’m going with this, if anywhere, so... enjoy?

Izuku’s father has a fire quirk. What if Hisashi wasn’t his father, what if his father’s fire quirk is much more well known? What if Izuku is Endeavor’s illegitimate son?

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Izuku has been accepted to UA, has somehow developed a quirk, is going to be the hero he’s always dreamed of being. Inko is so proud of him she could cry—she has cried, though really since Izuku was born, every strong emotion makes her teary-eyed—but she’s also terrified. Being a hero is dangerous, and Izuku has never known when to quit, when to back down.

She’s also feeling a little nostalgic, so she’s pulled out some old photobooks, lingering on the oldest pictures—the ones from right after Izuku was born. An even older one slips out from between the pages, one showing her as a young, pretty thing. It’s hard to remember being that pretty, petite thing—being a girl who turned heads.

Inko isn't bothered by her “mom bod,” even though she was once pretty enough to attract Endeavor's attention. Or maybe she was just his type. Petite and pretty, but not confident. Too flustered and flattered and awed to have attracted the #2 Hero Endeavor to think about refusing, even though she would never have gone to bed with a man she didn’t know at all. She has to believe she would have said “no,” no matter how flattered, if she had known he was married. He’d been a perfect stranger.

He still is, if she’s honest.

The night itself is mostly a blur of embarrassment and imposter syndrome, certain he couldn’t actually be that attracted to her. She was pretty enough, but a plain kind of pretty, and painfully shy. His attention had been overwhelming. Everything about Endeavor, she’d learn through the years, is overwhelming.

When she realized she was pregnant, there was only one possible father. She and Hisashi had been childhood friends—he’d been her best friend. He was the one she told first when she found out she was pregnant. He was the one who held her while she cried and agonized about what to do. He encouraged her, if she was going to keep the baby—and he knew her, knew that she couldn’t fathom an abortion without asking—to talk to Endeavor.

Inko remembers calling the Endeavor Agency and asking to speak with him. She remembers leaving messages and getting the runaround. It wasn’t a surprise at the time, even if it was frustrating. When she was five months along, when she had the ultrasound that told her she was having a boy, when her stomach had swollen and the little basketball she carried on her slim frame told anyone who looked that she was pregnant, she went down to the Endeavor Agency in person. It was still early March, so she was able to hide her stomach in a coat, and when she got there, she asked to see Endeavor. She gave her name and said she’d wait.

She waited for most of the day. She waited long enough that by the time he finally did show up—and it was a good thing she insisted on staying in the waiting room, or she probably would have missed him—she had moved on from being embarrassed and ashamed and into being angry.

Thinking back, she’s a little astonished, a little horrified, and not a little proud of how she strode up to Endeavor. She put herself squarely in his path and refused to let him overwhelm her this time. She had simply greeted him, said it was nice to see him again after all these months, handed him the envelope with the extra set of ultrasound pictures, and a note with her name, cell, and email address, and said, “If you would like to be involved please let me know by the end of the week.”

Then she turned on her heel and left. Her indignation got her all the way home, at which point her knees gave out on her and she sank to the floor, a hysterically sobbing mess. That was how Hisashi found her when he came over to check on her.

She hadn’t meant to, but telling Endeavor suddenly made everything so real. She worked a retail job—inconsistent hours and weekends, and not much pay. Her parents were elderly, and though they were willing to help, they were frail and an infant was too much to ask them to take on. If Endeavor wasn’t willing to support the child, what recourse did she have? What would she do?

“I’ll support you,” Hisashi told her. Inko had blinked up at him, confused. He was her best friend, but they weren’t like that. Hisashi wasn’t like that. He gave her his gentlest smile. “You’re my best friend. Let me help.”

“You don’t have to help me by marrying me!” she protested. “That’s too much to ask—”

“It’ll make my parents happy. If Endeavor doesn’t want anything to do with the baby, we’ll just say it’s mine. I have a fire quirk.”

She opened her mouth to point out that Hisashi’s quirk was a joke compared to Endeavor’s, but wisely stopped before the words tumbled out of her mouth. Her quirk was nothing special either—a little bit of telekinesis, really. Strong quirks tend to run in families, but every now and then, a quirk evolves.

What am I even thinking? I can’t do this to Hisashi!

“I—”

“You know my parents will never be okay with me being with another man. And it’s not exactly selfless… you’d be in a loveless marriage…” He’s smiling, but it’s the kind of smile that you give when you’re trying to sell a lie you don’t believe.

He’s not wrong. Inko was the first person Hisashi told he liked boys. She knows his parents, knows that they want him to marry into a good family, want grandkids. She also knows that Hisashi is right; they’re never going to be okay with him being involved with a man.

She’d rubbed her cheeks dry and sniffled to clear her nose. “Let’s wait to see if Endeavor says anything first,” she says. “Before we decide that being permanent roommates is the best option.”

He nodded, giving her that weak smile again, and all Inko wanted to do was sleep for a week and forget all of this.

.o0o.o0o.

Endeavor didn’t call. No, he just showed up at her apartment. Her tiny bachelorette pad was laughably small with him in it.

At least he hadn’t shown up flaming.

“This isn’t mine,” he said, tossing the envelope down on the small kotatsu she has.

Inko remembers how tired she was. The shift had been long, her feet and back had ached, and she just hadn’t been in the mood for anyone’s crap, not even the great Endeavor’s. She had scooted around him to step into the area she generously called a kitchenette, setting the kettle on the stove. “Then it must be an immaculate conception,” she said, and Inko thought snarky things like that, but she never said them. “Would you like some tea?”

She didn’t imagine that many people had seen Endeavor look that perplexed.

“I’m not going to marry you,” he said. Funny how he started with “it isn’t mine” and had moved so swiftly into “I’m not marrying you.”

“I don’t think I asked you to,” she replied, pulling out two mugs. “I asked if you wanted to be involved. I would appreciate any financial support you’re willing to provide, but I’m not demanding.” She should, but she wouldn’t.

He was quiet for a moment. “It’s really a boy?” he asked.

“So the doctors say.”

He huffed and looked grumpy, and without the flame, he was really… quite a beautiful man. Probably why he kept the flame on so much—to distract from the pretty-boy face.

The kettle whistled before either of them said anything. Inko poured their tea and let it steep.

“What do you need?” Endeavour finally asked gruffly while she stared into the cups, watching the water darken as the tea infused it.

He sounded so… grudging. Like she had done this on purpose and was holding it over him. She wanted to be angry, but, as usual, she was just tired. Suddenly, she wished she had never told him at all. It would have been wrong to keep it from him, she knew, but right then, she wished she had.

“Nothing,” she said, deciding. She wanted nothing from him he was not willing to give. Not one yen. “I just wanted to know if you wanted to be involved with him.” She lifted the tea bag out of her cup and set it aside. She opened the cute sugar bowl Hisashi had gotten her and pulled out a sugar cube to drop into her cup, picking up the spoon to stir the tea and dissolve the sugar cube. She didn’t usually like sweet things, but she’d been craving them terribly the last couple of weeks, and without it, the tea was overwhelmingly bitter.

“If he has a strong quirk, I will take him.”

Over my dead body. That thought is a clear memory. “And if he doesn’t?” she asked, taking a sip.

Endeavor shrugged. “What quirk do you have?” he asked.

She moved her hand over his teacup and used her quirk to lift the teabag out. “Attraction,” she said. “It’s only a small quirk though.”

He frowned. “I want a test.”

“Of course,” she said. “Sugar?” she asked.

The look he gave her hadn’t been a glare, but it hadn’t been friendly either.

.o0o.o0o.

She married Hisashi a few weeks later—no elaborate ceremony, just filed the necessary paperwork. Hisashi was a salaryman. They moved into Hisashi’s apartment because, although it was by no means large, it wasn’t the oversized closet hers was. Imagining raising a child in the small bachelor’s apartment was a little terrifying.

They didn’t have to worry about it though, because her parents both passed before Izuku was born and left her their house. A beautiful, generous-sized home in an excellent area. She had Hisashi had considered moving in with her parents—they had certainly offered, and now she wished they’d taken her parents up on the offer. But she hadn’t expected her father to have a heart attack, or her mother to follow him so swiftly, as if the will to live had simply gone from her.

As frail as they had been—they’d been quite old when she was born—Inko had been planning to have them help take care of the baby. Their passing was not only an emotional blow, but a logistical one. She hated to have to think about it when she wanted to mourn her parents, but life continued on, and Izuku wasn’t going to wait for them to be ready for him.

Between the house and what her parents had left them, Hisashi pointed out, “There’s really no need for you to work.”

Inko had frowned. “I’ve already asked too much,” she said.

“Nonsense,” Hisashi said, and the smile he gifted her with was the easy one she’d always loved, not the pained, almost-grimace of the month before. The situation was unusual and far from ideal, but he’d already met the family next door, the Bakugous, and the wife was also expecting, though not as far along as Inko was. “I’m getting much more out of this than you are. Stay at home with him,” he said, putting his hand on her stomach, smiling again when Izuku kicked his hand, this time a soft, heart-melting smile, the one he only developed once it was decided that he was going to be Izuku’s father.

“Okay,” she said, because, really, it solved everything, and they didn’t need her to work anymore. The thought of staying home and raising Izuku was an oddly appealing one.

Hisashi patted her on the head. “That’s a good girl.”

She swatted his hand away as he laughed. “Save it for the baby,” she scolded, though she smiled.

Hisashi always made her smile. Their arrangement might not be a traditional one, but her son would grow up loved, and that’s what was important.

.o0o.o0o.

Endeavor didn’t visit the hospital when Izuku was born. Inko collected a discrete DNA sample from her perfect, precious baby and sent it to Endeavor per his instructions. He may need the proof to consider Izuku his son, but she didn’t.

He stopped by a week after she got home, confirming he was Izuku’s father. He took one look at the green mop that matched Inko’s hair and all but sneered. He didn’t like Izuku’s name, didn’t like how small and scrawny he was, didn’t like the fact that, outside of his freckles, he didn’t have any trace of Endeavor’s obvious traits. Inko kind of loved that her son was basically her spitting image.

“I’ll arrange an account,” he said. “You will not contact me at home.”

“Of course not,” she agreed, not a trace of sarcasm. Endeavor was still as good as a stranger to her, and one she found that she wasn’t very interested in knowing. “And I gave him my husband’s name,” she adds. No one was going to think her precious, beautiful boy was illegitimate. No one would look down on him for it.

“Call me when his quirk shows up. You will need my help then,” he said, like it was a foregone conclusion.

“My husband has a fire quirk,” she defended.

Endeavor snorted in disdain. “Call me when his quirk shows up.” And then he was gone. He didn’t even ask to hold Izuku.

It would be years before she would learn that Endeavor was married, that he already had other children. Years before she would understand that Endeavor’s only interest in his children was in their strength of their quirks.

Inko flips to another page, one with pictures of Izuku and the All-Might action figure he adored. The one taken just before they confirmed he was quirkless.

Even though learning her precious, beautiful, perfect baby boy was quirkless was difficult to deal with, even though it broke her heart to try to explain to Izuku that he wouldn’t be able to be a hero like his idolized All-Might, there was a tiny place in her heart, a place that had lived in fear of the day Izuku’s quick showed up and put him squarely in Endeavor’s crosshairs, that was relieved that Izuku would never garner his biological father’s interest. Hisashi was an attentive and loving father, and the only father Izuku needed or knew. Maybe the gods had made her son quirkless to protect him from his biological father.

It was a terrible, terrible thought, but it was one that sometimes kept her going even when Izuku did everything he could to try to pursue his dream.

He’s quirkless. He’s beneath Endeavor’s notice. He can be happy and healthy and loved.

She closes the photo album and sighs. Izuku had been beneath Endeavor’s notice ever since he was diagnosed as quirkless. She wonders what will happen when Endeavor finally learns that his forgotten bastard child has spontaneously developed a quirk, and it is one that has nothing to do with either of them. She worries, because she’s a mother, and that’s what she does. But she’s also proud of Izuku, proud of who he is becoming. She hopes that by the time Endeavor decides his son is worth his notice, Izuku will be strong enough to put him in his place.

A small smile quirks her lips. She kind of hopes she’s there to see it.

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