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imagineabrighterworld · 2 years

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Gold Dust {Shigaraki x Reader} Pt.1

Summary : Known in the Underworld as Adamant, you are quite the popular figure among the mafia despite your rocky beginning from when you first dove into the Black Light District.

It wasn’t enough to drive away your new boss though. He still saw you as a valuable asset, and you believed you were one as well.

You always thought you were unbreakable, untouchable, unreachable.

Now as you grow closer to your new team, you begin to have your doubts.

How much longer can you hold on until you break?

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Chapter 1 // Rocky Ride

“Take a left- I SAID LEFT!”

“WE’RE ROLLING WITH IT!”

“You're headed tO KAWASAKI!”

“OH HEY, MY AUNT LIVES THERE!”

You scream, your voice nearing laughter due to hysteria. Your left eye was closed due to the blood that was dripping down from a gash somewhere on your head. It wasn’t too clear on where it was from as you had yet to make an inventory on where you had been hit yet.

Gunshots could be heard behind you as the villains you failed in recruiting followed behind in their cars.

Technically they were heroes in disguise, but either way, it was a failed recruitment if your persuasive skills couldn't tempt them.

“Can we turn the A/C on! It’s hot back here!” Toga questions from the back of the van as the rest of the League are sent tumbling around the hull of the car. She was clinging to the oh shit bars while the others assumed the seatbelts would be enough to save them. You could hear Mr. Compress mention something about stealing a fan from the meeting room, though there was the snapping sound of wood immediately after. He soon curses the state of the car, specifically the belts.

Those seatbelts were already half nibbled on by the mice you were sure lived in this car, that shit tore apart immediately.

“Sorry girlie! This car’s only settings are hot and hotter!”

Shigaraki- who was currently backseat driving in the passenger seat- was looking ready to dive out the side door as an energy projectile shot off the side view mirror. His eyes hardened as he flexed his fingers, a promise of violence in that small movement.

You look in the rearview mirror, your gaze sharpening as you see the hero begin to build up a stronger bullet, the plasma swirling around their wrist already.

“Spinner!” You yell behind you. “Take the wheel!”

Spinner- the poor bastard getting crushed under the people pile- was quick to squirm away towards the front. His scarf was left behind somewhere in the pile, but he hadn’t seemed to notice yet. “No need to tell me twice!”

Twice pokes his head out like a meerkat from within his spot in the writhing mass of bodies. “You called?”

Spinner ignores the man, which didn't matter as Twice was quickly squished back down by Dabi who was trying to push his way out of the pile.

“I’ll handle the driving, you handle the heroes!” Spinner assures you, his expression is that of a man with nothing to lose. Good, because at this point you were certain the car was going to tumble. If not from the heroes' attack then because of the uneven weight distribution going on in the back.

You nod and unbuckle yourself, slowing down just enough to leave him a smooth transition as you lower your window. A hand grabs your wrist, catching your attention before you can jump out the window.

You look down as you prepare to crawl out, Spinner was already half in your seat with a foot on the pedals.

Shigaraki was at the end, his pinkie held away from your skin to avoid disintegrating you. He looks at you with a stern expression. “Make it hurt.”

Make it hurt.

You grin.

“Obviously.” You reply before hooking yourself around the open window and boosting yourself onto the roof of the car. Hair whipped its way in front of your face but it was easily ignored as you stood in the middle.

The heroes that were in the cars behind you were busy preparing their final blow when they noticed you. It was obvious they were still confused about who you were as you were only a recent addition to the League.

As the projectile hero pointed their newly formed energy bullet at you, you brace yourself against the railings of the roof, knowing what was to come.

Without a second of hesitation, the hero fires off their bullet.

Had you been a regular villain, the attack would have led to you having a hole in your shoulder, or worse, your chest if he was a less honorable hero. You would have tumbled off of the car, rolling down and effectively blocking Spinner’s view as your blood sprayed on the windows. Shigaraki might have even ordered him to use the windshield wipers to try knocking you off of the hood, not sparing you another thought as his main goal was to escape and cause chaos another day.

But you weren't a villain picked out of the slums.

Your vision fills with gold as you put up a barrier of pure energy, the kinetic energy of the bullet was easily consumed and absorbed into the matter of your shield.

“They've got a new defense!” The hero curses at their driver. “Move us closer!”

You smirk and crouch on the roof, holding the side railings as the hero fires off multiple rounds of projectiles, each showing as a sunburst on your shield. He must’ve thought he was doing something important , something useful as he skewered your shield. But really, he was only making this a lot harder on himself.

From below, you hear Shigaraki growl.

“Finish this already! Dabi is two minutes from spilling his guts!”

You roll your head slowly, relishing in the light cracking of your neck before taking a stand. After this, you would demand a massage from someone other than Hand-man. But for now, you supposed it was time to end the game.

Lifting a hand, you clench your fist to compact the shield before opening your hand wide.

Like a bomb set off, the shield breaks and sends out a cacophony of energy waves, releasing all of the power accumulated by the bullets right back at the heroes. The sky was lit up like New Year’s as gold sparks ricochet in the direction of the heroes, sending them flying as their cars were effectively destroyed in a single hit. You watch in contentment as fire rains down, the debris igniting smaller fires off of the roads you were taking.

Yes. This is why you were brought in.

You were Adamant, the Gods Shield of Japan.

No weapon could bring you down.

“Get back inside you idiot!”

You sigh and flick off a piece of debris that landed on your shoulder. “Why do you always have to interrupt my god complex moment, aye?” You slip back into the car through Shigaraki’s window, grinning widely at his look of discomfort in being crushed. He had his hands up, glaring at you from under light blue bangs, his lips pulled into a small scowl. However, you knew it was simply because he had a thing about touching. You didn't take it personally, not at all. You scooch a little closer to make yourself comfortable as Spinner’s driving was gradual to smooth out.

“No, thank you ?”

“..you did well.”

“Thanks, Oyabun .”

You rest your head against the door, closing your eyes and resting to the sound of chaos behind you.

Yeah, these were your people, you would fight with them till the end.

Little did you know how far you would be willing to go.

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“Guys I think Dabi looks a little green.”

“He looks pretty dead to me.”

You open an eye. “I’m not cleaning him up.”

Shigaraki groans. “Just dump him out the back, he can walk.”

#bnha shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x reader #mha shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #bnha x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia #bnha #mha #Gold Dust #mildly based off of the Shigaraki x Enforcer Reader list from before #Reader has a very secific barrier quirk

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imagineabrighterworld · 2 years

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Sunshine in the Night pt.6

A/N: It’s been a long time ;-; but I’m back 💪qwq💪 gonna start posting more often on here, I’m mostly lurking on my Ao3! But I’ll be splitting my presence here and there!

Hope you enjoy!

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“Do it again do it again!”

You laugh and shake out your limbs. After several rounds of gymnastic stunts, your body was beginning to give into exhaustion. It had been some time since you had actually practiced any of this, especially for other people, but the adrenaline coursing through you was hard to ignore. You missed this kind of excitement.

Stretching your arms above your head, you move back to the starting line of the mats created by you and Yaoyorozu- Yaomomo, as the girls insisted- before taking a running leap and executing a double salto layout with a half-twist at the end. While midair, you create several colorful silks and send them flying around you as you land. Holding two of them in hand, you spin before taking a bow.

Mina cheers before tackling you onto the mat.

“That was so cool! You flipped twice in the air! You need a ton of momentum for that!” Her horns nearly stab your eyes, but you appreciated the hug. Not so much the tackle, but this was kinda normal for her at this point. Your poor hip had long since gotten used to getting slammed into the pavement.

The mat was honestly an upgrade.

“My legs might not look it but I still have a lot of strength in them!” You slap your thigh only to wince at your own hit, quickly muttering a strand of ows at the burn, rubbing the tender flesh. “I forgot about the burn though..”

Uraraka runs over with Tsu and Hagakure, Momo and Jirou already with you and Mina at the end of the mat.

“You have to teach us how to do a flip!” Uraraka chants beside Hagakure who was waving her arms around. “We could learn, can’t we girls?”

“Totally! It would be so cool to have a skill like that! It might even help with combat!” Hagakure puts an arm around Tsu who was nodding along.

You feel your cheeks begin to hurt as your smile only grows wider. Your cheeks began to flush with color as the girls only continued to plead with you to teach them.

Gymnastics was something you were really into before. You had stopped due to.. well, due to a fear that maybe it was a pointless skill for you. Sure, your own teacher told you learning to be flexible in body could teach you to be flexible in the mind, but you never found practical applications for it other than impressing or entertaining others.

And now these girls who didn’t owe you anything were telling you it could aid them in battle.

That they wanted you to teach them.

You.

“I’ll do it!” You try to get to your feet only to fall backwards and land on the cushion.

The girls stop their cheering to help you up, Yaomomo being your main support as she was the tallest of the group.

“Maybe you should rest first.” She chuckles as she leads you to the 1A dorms. “I’ll make you some tea while we’re at it.”

“Lemon tea sounds good.”

“I only have Silver tips Imperial right now, I hope that’s alright. I still have to stock up.”

“Ah- yeah that’s fine.”

You forgot how rich she really was sometimes.

Half laying down on one of the couches, you sip at your tea as you listen to the girls talk about utilizing gymnastics in their combat. While Hagakure, Jirou, and Momo were more of support combatants or reconnaissance heroes, all of the girls thought they could use it in some way.

And then, the talking moved on to a different subject after Tokoyami passed by.

He had been with Shoji and Koda, the trio going out to buy snacks for the class as Denki and Mineta finished them in a dare. The two’s groans could be heard all the way from upstairs where they lamented over eating so much.

Tokoyami paused in his walking to the front doors to go to you, a subtle smile on his face. You knew he still was a bit shy with PDA, so you weren’t bothered.

Though you definitely could’ve used a hug. That would be wonderful.

You’d have to tackle him for one before you left to your own dorm later.

“So you’ve been here the whole time? I was wondering when you’d pop up.” He ruffles your hair softly. “Would you like something from the store?”

You grin brightly. “Dark chocolate!”

He lets out a sigh, shaking his head gently. “Alright, but I’ll bring you something else too. In case it’s too bitter for your tastes.” He waves to the girls before joining the other two, leaving with a soft click of the doors.

You remain smiling in the direction of the doors. It was sweet seeing him interacting with his classmates. He was getting out of his shell and you were proud of him. He could be aloof sometimes, even with you, but there he was.

“Sooooo, haveyouguysgoneonadateyet?”

You look at Hagakure with a raised brow, taking a sip of tea. “Hm?”

Mina steps in. “You know, a date. You guys hang out at lunch and here, or there, or text- but that’s not a date! A date is romantic! But all you guys do here is sit in different spots! Where’s the canoodling?!”

“Yeah!”

“Where’s the romance!”

“Yeah!” The girls minus Yaomomo cheer.

You look to her as the speech continues and smile goofily as she shrugs in resignation, smiling and mouthing to you that this was how they always were. And you knew, because Jirou told you this was how they were with her and Momo.

Looking back at Mina and Hagakure who were lifting their tea like champagne flutes at a toast, you put down your own tea. “I’ve thought of dates before, but he’s been busy. So I take my chances here. Right now, you all are working to become heroes. That means I can’t be selfish and drag him outside all the time. He needs to rest, so I don’t mind just relaxing here.

Plus, he hasn’t mentioned anything. And he’s not the type to bottle those kinds of emotions, he’s pretty open.”

Tsu nods in agreement. “That’s true. He doesn’t dice his words, ribbit.”

Uraraka frowns, staring at her tea cup. “So.. no going outside for dates just yet…”

The girls are quiet.

Until Jirou lifts her hand.

“What about a date here?” She asks as though it's the most obvious thing.

And it kinda is.

You jump to your feet, startling Jirou who nearly knocked over her tea if Yaomomo didn’t steady the cup.

“You’re right! The dorms have plenty of space! And if I play my cards right, I can have the space cleared so Yami doesn’t feel overwhelmed with people around!”

Tsu pokes her cheek as she looks at you in confusion. “How would you do that?”

“Just leave it to me~” Your chest puffs with pride as you go to the elevator and press for the fourth floor.

Mina catches on and shouts from her spot at the couch.

“Bet you 1000 yen he says screw off!”

“Bet you one hundred yen he says yes!” You retort right before the doors close.

“What would you do with a hundred-?!” She says right before the doors close and the elevator sends you up.

You exit the doors and wave excitedly to Kirishima who was walking out of Bakugou’s room and into his own.

He waves back with a happy expression before it becomes worry stricken as he sees your destination.

“Uhh, what do you think.. you’re doing?” He follows behind you. “That’s Bakugou’s room you know.”

“I know.” You knock on the blonde boy’s room and whisper behind your hand to Kirishima. “Watch this.”

He hides behind the plant between their rooms right as Bakugou cracks open the door to this room.

He glares from within.

“What?”

While Bakugou was gruff, and had a thing against sappy romance, you knew you could rely on him. Catch him alone and you had a better chance of meeting him in a decent mood.

Kirishima was behind a plant so it kinda counted still.

“Do you think you could convince the others to not go near the courtyard today?”

“Why would I do that?” He leans on the doorway. “Just more shit for me to do.”

You clasp your hands together. “Please? I want to do something for Tokoyami and I know you’re the best one to do this.”

His glare narrows, but he doesn’t automatically say no, so you push on.

“And… I know someone you can spar with.”

“I already train with Kirishima.”

“Then you both can benefit! Trust me, they’re right up your alley!”

He groans and holds his hand to his face.

“Please Bakugou!”

“Shut it!”

You beam.

“Fine! But you owe me! And this person better not be some punk-ass you grab from the street!” He slams the door behind him as you cheer, dragging him to the elevator with you.

“Come on! I’d never do that twice!”

With Bakugou stationed in the elevator with Kirishima to keep him company, you work with the girls to set up the courtyard.

Luckily, the trio of boys had already went upstairs after stocking the pantry, so you had free range of the ground floor.

After creating several items with Momo, the girls helped you set them up, making the courtyard as comfortable as possible.

With thick blankets lining the floor and twinkling lights around the top, the area was made inviting. And with the kotatsu for added warmth, and snacks on top of it, the area was ready.

You thank the girls as you send Tokoyami a text message to come downstairs.

Momo was trying to usher them all upstairs while Mina was trying to hold onto the doorway.

“I won’t get in the way! I just want to see his expression! Come on girls, you would want to see too, right?”

Jirou plucks off Mina’s fingers one by one while Tsu had her tongue wrapped around Mina’s torso to lift her away.

“It’s not cool to barge on their first date. Let's give them some space.”

“So we’re gonna watch their second date?”

“Totally.”

You laugh and watch the girls file into the elevator, spotting Kirishima playing go fish with Bakugou.

After the doors close, you wait on one of the blankets, tapping your fingers against the fabric.

The theme was dark, with black coverings and violet lights. You did manage to make a bold red kotatsu, but that was also within his color scheme so maybe it was still considerably dark?

The elevator doors open and you watch as Tokoyami approaches the courtyard.

His eyes widen a fraction as he takes in the sight.

“What is this?”

You take him by the arm and walk over to the kotatsu, sitting underneath it with him as you pass him a bowl of sliced apples.

“We never got to have a date before, and I know you don’t like many outside places or have the time for them, so-” You gesture to the area. “The girls helped me set this up.”

He sits beside you, his hand finding yours and interlacing your fingers. His thumb runs across yours. “I always have time for you.” He says softly.

You look down at your entertained hands.

“I guess, I didn’t want to seem like a burden-”

“You are a gift.” He smiles. “The candlelight in a dark room. My true weakness. You could never be a burden. Your presence is a soothing balm.”

You lean on his shoulder, head resting at the crook of his neck. “I guess I still have to accept that. But thanks Romeo.”

He nuzzles the top of your head. “Anytime, Juliet.”

You spend the time talking about your families and stories you gathered from school life. It was a given not to talk about careers, that could be left at school.

Though it was always fun to listen about his internship with Hawks, that was still going on.

You both had finished the snacks and you were currently in an apple slicing contest, with you making apple sliced bunnies while he..

You didn’t know what he was doing.

You pause your own slicing to watch as he..

He makes a swan.

With the apple seeds as eyes.

…

He made a swan.

You laugh as you put your own slice down. “I yield.”

He smiles victoriously. “Looks like you owe me a dance.”

You cock your head. “I mean, I don’t know any dance floors but maybe we can sneak into a hall for someone’s sweet sixteen-”

You’re interrupted by a hand.

Following it upward, you see Tokoyami smiling down at you.

Oh.

You grin and take his hand. Standing up from under the kotatsu and placing your other hand onto his shoulder, you allow him to pull you into a dance.

He was mostly guiding you through a waltz, while you were trying to pull him into a tango. Which resulted in a hybrid. A faster paced waltz with a lot of flourishes.

You’re in the middle of a well placed dip when he questions your decisions.

“Why am I the one being dipped?” He asks as you hold him up.

“Because I’m taller.” You chirp. “And I really wanted to dip you. We can take turns.” You assure him as you press a kiss to the top of his beak.

Which was either the greatest thing you’ve done, or the stupidest because he quickly became a limp noodle, dropping his dead weight and sending himself crashing onto the blanketed floor.

On one hand, you should be checking to see if he hurt himself from his fall.

But on the other hand, it was adorable to just watch as he laid there frozen with feathers ruffled.

You decide on a mix of the two and sit down, pulling his head onto your lap and smoothing out his feathers.

“You okay?”

He gives you a thumbs up.

“Next time I’ll warn you.” You take on a serious expression as you hold his face in your hands. “I’m going to kiss you.”

“That might be worse.”

“Really?”

“Most definitely.”

You laugh and lean back on your hands. “Yeah that might be worse. I wouldn’t want you falling over all the time before I even do anything.” It would be hilarious, but you wouldn’t want to give him a concussion. “I’ll figure something out.”

You both remain silent for the rest of your time, eventually moving to lay down next to each other, looking up at the sky through the skylight of the courtyard.

Maybe you would pull him aside for dates more often.

Extra:

It’s late when the horde of students come flocking out of the elevator, not even sparing you two a glance as they storm the refrigerator to start on dinner.

You both listen as Bakugou yells, carried above the horde like a band member in a sea of fans. They were shouting something about his chopping skills and something about a curry competition.

Tokoyami looks at you.

“Did you bribe Bakugou to keep everyone upstairs?”

You grin and shrug your shoulders.

“It worked didn’t it?”

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imagineabrighterworld · 3 years

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A/N: I fought tooth and nail for this prompt so I hope you like it anon 👀

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Dabi had left the Nightscape for several reasons.

For better scenery, for less screaming, for.. for a third reason, and to escape his crazy as fuck ex girlfriend who never seemed to get the point that they were done. She was a phase, she wasn’t the endgame.

Did she get that as he tossed her ass out of his apartment? No, she just came back with a lighter to set his home ablaze. But the woman didn't realize he controlled flames as easily as he did breathing.

So he left. He packed a few things, clothes and whatever currency the humans were using nowadays and went up to the world beyond. His father was one of the lords of the Nightscape, but he didn't need to worry about slipping past him, Dabi was thought to be dead for ages.

More like “Touya” had been dead for ages, but that was a clusterfuck of different issues he didn't care to unfold.

Living above ground had added perks beyond escaping a crazy ex and not being surrounded by shades and wraiths on the daily. He could take on the form of a true human, not the horned and fanged form he usually wore. His tail was gone, and his scars and staples were replaced with tattoos and piercings, but he grew used to his new form very quickly.

In the human world, humans had long since developed quirks, so his flames were not an oddity. He was thankful for them when he was questioned about how he got his scars, scars that would occasionally show through his glamour. It was an easy answer, his body couldn't handle his “quirk”. People gave him sad eyes and let him go.

Easy.

What he did struggle with was the occasional demon hunter nearly tracking him down, but he always managed to turn their eye the other way. Was it testing the line choosing to live so close to a school that trained demon hunters? Yes, but he was always good at magic, a simple glamour always did the trick.

When he scored a job at a coffee shop, he was pleased to see it was a simple transaction kind of job. No one would be able to ask him why his eyes were constantly rivaling the blue of his flames or why a phantom tail would lash out and occasionally spill the row of cups behind him.

He pegged it as a ghost haunting the shop, and so it became a little inside joke within the workers ranks and some of the shop's patrons.

Opening on a rainy Wednesday, he looks around the room before lighting the candles at the tables with a flame on his pinkie finger. Setting up the tables and scooting in the chairs, he walks back to the counter and sets up the machines when the door rings, signalling someone had entered.

“Welcome.” He rolls out in a soft purr, a habit from years of toying with his playthings as an incubus. Eventually he would get rid of the habit. “What can I get for you today?” He turns around.

You were soaking wet with a satchel above your head, you were shivering and looking at the coffee machines as if they were god sent.

You looked adorable.

He leans on the counter with a growing smile. “Wet out there isn't it?”

Your gaze snaps to him. Your eyes were a soft mahogany color, reminding him of a tree. It wasn't the most romantic thing he could come up with, but trees were also very rare to find in the Nightscape, so he supposed it was based on your point of view. “C-Coffee. Please.”

“Sure thing babe, what kind?”

“A mocha cappuccino with three shots of espresso.”

He quirks a brow as he types in your order. “Three?”

“I usually get five but my doctor told me I need to cut down.”

“How about you aim for two?”

“I don't think I’d survive that loss sir.”

He chuckles. “Sir?” He asks as he tells you the price of your drink, accepting your soggy wad of cash and giving you your change once the transaction was complete. “Well madam, your drink will be out shortly, take some napkins to dry up, they’re by the sugar.”

He spots a small blush on your face as you go to the condiments counter. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He prepares your drink as he hears you pluck a plethora of napkins out of their container. Small curses are all he hears as you open your bag, he hears the clicking of latches and the zipping of zippers. You scuttle past the counter and stop in front of the register again.

“Do you have a bathroom? My bag is drenched..”

He brings you your drink and tilts his head as he debates your question. A bathroom wouldn't solve the water issue, you just thought it would.

Dabi places your drink on the counter and holds his hand out. “I can dry your bag.”

You smile, adjusting your glasses in the mean time. “You have a wind quirk?”

“I'm not a blowdryer.” He grins. “But I can still dry it for you.”

You debate his words, looking down at your soggy satchel that was only getting worse as time passed. You hand him the bag with an accepting sigh. “Please.”

He takes your bag and lights his hands on fire. You nearly scream before he speaks up. “I can control my fire, this one won’t burn anything, it's just warm.”

“Oh.” You shut your mouth with a sheepish bow of your head. “Sorry.”

“It's alright.” He turns the bag in his hold, looking at the patches and bad attempts at embroidery on its edges. It was cute. The sad little attempts seemed to get better as they reached the top, which led him to believe this was your first attempt at embroidery.

What would you do if he had burnt it to ash?

His flames were highly destructive, and sometimes even he couldn't handle them.

Maybe he was being risky to test his powers like this. It had been ages since he last used his flames for something more than lighting a silly candle or a cigarette.

“So..”

Oh right, you were still there.

He looks at you and rotates the bag in his hold. “Yes?”

“Is it always this empty?”

“Only when you're here.” He winks.

“Rude.”

“Rude, sir.”

You laugh, and from that point on he's hooked to the sound.

Dabi used to like his job, now it was turning into something akin to gratitude. It allowed him to see you on most days.

He had learned quite a few things about you ever since that rainy day.

You were a teacher in training, specifically the nearby high school. You were aiming for Shiketsu and had a foot in the door with the vice principal taking notice of you during their mock trials. He didn't peg you for a demon hunter, but everyone had a hidden side to them. Hah. You had two pet birds named Sweet Pea and Darlington, you had a snake named Petra and were looking into getting a newt.

You loved coffee but hated it black, it needed sugar or chocolate of some kind because you couldn't stand bitter food. You loved spicy food even if you couldn't tolerate it, and you adored sour candies.

While you looked book smart, you were also street smart, and he was beginning to believe you might be vying for a spot as a demon slayer teacher. He just didn't know what your quirk was yet.

“Hey Dabi.” You chime in unison with the doorbell as you walk inside, this time with an umbrella to keep yourself out of the rain.

He leans on the counter with a grin. “Hey babe. What is it today? The usual?”

“Just a shot of espresso this time.”

He narrows his eyes. “Are you sick?”

“Nope.” You fold your arms behind your back, rocking back and forth on your heels with a huge smile on your face. “I got news.”

“Do tell.” He says as he starts preparing your shot.

“I got the job!” You squeal in excitement, arms coming out of hiding so you can clasp them in front of you. “Starting in the spring I’m going to be the new first year homeroom teacher!”

He genuinely smiles. So you wanted to ruin your happiness with a shot of liquid bitter? He didn't understand you sometimes. “I thought your celebration drink would be a sakura latte, not a shot of espresso.”

You wave your hand dismissively, already removing your wallet from your pocket. “I'll come back for one.”

“Two visits in one day? Is that a gift for you or for me?” He chuckles and hands you your espresso, taking your yen and entering it into the register.

You adjust the glasses on your face. "I figured I would grace your presence because you've been so humble as to fuel my caffeine addiction."

"It's my duty to make sure you don't kill some other sorry bastard with a coffee maker."

Your eyes flash green for a split second, and in that moment he has to keep from reeling back. Did he really see that?

The cups behind him tumble to the ground.

His tail had appeared in his brief moment of shock.

You cock your head to the side. "What happened?"

He kneels and collects the cups. "The shop's ghost. Don't mind it."

"I thought I saw a-"

"How about I give you the latte now? On me." He interrupts you mid sentence, standing up with the cups in his arms.

The blush on your face was one of his favorite sights in the human world.

"You don't have to Dabi."

"It's just a drink." He waves you along to one of the booths. "Sit, it'll be ready soon."

You take your shot of espresso and go to the booth he had motioned you to.

The way you scrunched your nose in disgust as you drank your shot was also one of his new favorite sights.

Maybe it was just you.

After you had gotten your job at Shiketsu, you were around every morning to prepare for the day. Sometimes you would come by for lunch, unfortunately he clocked out on those days, but sometimes he would make sure he was in the area just to catch you off-guard. Those days he spent his lunch with you, and you got to tell him stories about your students.

It was one of your lunch breaks when hell came to toll.

His eyes were trained on you as you spoke, you were talking about a girl who wielded fire similar to him when the bell of the cafe rang.

The sound resonated through him, and in that moment he knew who was at the door.

What was at the door.

His glamour of his new human form nearly drops as he hears a woman's voice ask from the counter of the cafe.

“Is Dabi here?” She croons in a sickly sweet voice he hadn't heard in nearly a year. He doesn't hear his coworkers' response but he feels the air fill with the flowery scent of her. He grits his teeth to keep his fangs from showing through as he hears her heels click against the ground.

You had stopped your explanation and looked behind him, adjusting your glasses as you did so. “You're looking for Dabi?”

“I am, what a sweet peach you've got here Dabi~ I didn't know you still had it in you to snag such a cutie, your charms must still be working even in this sad form.” He feels her hand on his shoulder, her fingernails drumming along the stitching of his jacket. “Did you catch her, or did she come crawling to you?”

He knows he has to speak up, before she says another word, but his fangs were already piercing the inside of his lip as his glamour slipped.

He looks at you with the most apologetic gaze he can muster. Grabbing his coffee, he lifts it to his mouth to hide his fangs and he speaks. “Excuse me.” He stands up and slams the cup on the table, grabbing the wrist of the woman behind him and dragging her out of the shop and into the closest alleyway.

He slams her against the wall with her arm pinned above her head. His glamour drops completely, his scars and horns bared for the world to see as he growls with rage. “You!”

The succubus in front of him smiles coyly, dragging a finger across his scars and the staples holding his mouth together. “Aren't you happy to see me? To see one of your own again?”

“No. What do you want?”

She plays at pulling on one of the staples but is stopped as he pins her other hand up as well. The succubus sighs and turns her head, “I come see you and all I get is this. And seeing you with a little human.” She peers at him with violet eyes. “Don't tell me you've gone soft Dabi. She’s human, she’ll die just like a human too.”

He hadn't let that thought slip into his mind and wasn't planning on starting to. He tightens his grip on her wrists. “We broke up, I made that clear.” A feral grin forms on his face, pulling at the staples on his face. “I told you, if you try me again, I’ll kill you.”

“I heard you had a human now. We all heard.” She whispers, her eyes glowing in the dark of the alley. “They know Dabi.”

His grip falters.

Shit.

Shit. Shit Shit-

He lets go of her wrists and he paces in the alleyway, flames licking at his face as his emotions spiralled.

“They need your power, but you’re squandering it here with a girl who will die before you know it. While you're full of youth, she will be an old crone with nothing but a coffin awaiting her.” She didn't sound bothered at all as she rubs her wrists. “Honestly Dabi, you were the one that taught me never to fall for a human. They’re too brittle, their life essence too weak.”

He did teach her. He taught her to keep her heart shut and to leave it open only for him. He taught her a little too well, as she now believed she had rights to him.

But he never taught himself as well as he did her.

He fell for you bad, and you were mortal.

“Anyway, I was told one of two things. Either bring you back with me, or expose you so you have no other choice but to return.”

He looks back at her, his rage quelled only by the dread that was now spiralling in him. “You will do no such thing!” He roars, his flames igniting and setting him ablaze. “If you dare go near her-”

The succubus’s body transforms into mist starting from her feet then rising to her waist. She puts a finger to her lips. “I’ll be back in three days. If you don't do it, I will.”

She was gone. Leaving him alone in the alley with nothing but flames that wouldn't stop burning.

Dabi spent the next two days trying to find ways to tell you, but with each scenario came the same question.

What would you do if you knew he was a demon? You worked at a school that trained demon slayers- what other option for you would there be if not to turn him in? It was your duty to turn in any demon that showed up at your door, and here you were having coffee with him.

He couldn't do it.

On the third day, it was raining, just like the day he met you.

He hated the mist that had surrounded the shop, reminding him of the succubus and her promise.

Three days.

He had to tell you.

But why was it so damn hard to do? He used to be cold and calculated, having his fun toying with human emotions and killing without regret. He had no empathy, no sympathy for the lives he ruined.

But you were kind. So incredibly kind.

He rests his head on the counter as the door opens. He scents you in the air before you even step through, the smell of milk and honey wafting in the air as you approach the counter.

He had to tell you.

“Morning Dabi!” You cheer as you fold up your umbrella. “A mocha cappuccino with two shots of espresso please!”

He looks up and smiles crookedly. “Finally down to two?”

“I figured I would finally listen to you.”

“That's my girl.” He chuckles as he grabs a cup and prepares your drink. His hands were shaking, but he knew what he had to do.

When your drink was ready and paid for, Dabi keeps his hand on the cup as you take it from him, your hand overlapping his. You look at him with curious eyes behind your wide rimmed glasses. “Dabi? What’s wrong?”

“If I told you I was a bad man, what would you do?”

You narrow your eyes, but keep your hand over his. “Stealing a croissant from the place you work at isn't evil Dabi-”

“Not that.” He laughs but it's noticeably strained. “Not that.” He looks you in the eyes, greedily taking in the sight of you, for perhaps the last time. “What if I told you I was a bad man, who did horrible things. Whose caused terrible things.”

Your hand tightens around his, he feels the tremors in your body before you still.

“I would tell you I know better than to judge you for what you've done, and tell you that I judge you for who you are now. Does that forgive you of what you've done or what you've caused? No. But I judge what I see. And I see a good man.”

He lets out a shaky breath as his glamor drops, revealing his true form of scars and fangs and horns. His flames curl around him as he whispers. “What if I'm not a man?”

You jump back, hands flying to your glasses before they could tumble off of your face. You stare at him with your jaw hanging.

He looks at the coffee still in his grasp. At the scars covering his body.

He knew it.

He puts down the cup.

He knew it.

Clapping comes from the corner of the room where the succubus has taken form, her body still halfway between corporal and mist. She smiles, showing off her sharpened canines. “Bravo Dabi, I almost thought I’d have to do it myself.”

You shut your mouth and look at the succubus. “You're from before-”

“I am.” She purrs. “And I’m here to take Dabi home. Shigaraki will be happy to see his lieutenant again.”

Dabi burns away his apron, leaving him in his normal attire, the stitches of his black coat catching his eye. Memories of your embroidered bag slip through his mind, though are soon flushed out entirely when he hears the shattering of tables as a high pitched shriek comes from the mist succubus.

He phases through the counter in a wall of heatless flame as he sees you covering your ears.

The shriek had destroyed the tables and windows turning them into scrap, and had shattered your glasses. Blood was running down your ears from between your hands.

He stands between you and the succubus, his arms lit with powerful blue flames. “This wasn't part of the deal!”

“Not our deal. Shigaraki doesn't want you to have any temptations for returning to the human world. We need your girl gone for good.” She grins fiendishly. “She will never grow old, isn't that the best gift you could receive?”

“Dabi-” You call out from behind him.

“Stay back!” He yells at you. “Get out of here!” But he knew if you went into the rain outside, you would be done for. The succubus would be able to drown you where you stood.

Her body turns to pure water as she rushes at him. With her power boosted by the rain that washed in through the broken windows, all he could do was send wave after wave of fire to evaporate the water.

But what was evaporation if not mist?

He was fighting a losing battle as he backed up until he finally reached you. He covers you with his body as he puts up a wall of flame.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers to you as his flames are soon put out. “I’m sorry.”

You lift your hands to his face, eyes still closed, and pull him in, pressing your forehead against his.

“Don't be sorry for the things you can't control.” You whisper in return.

The succubus’s body turns corporal from the waist up. She coos. “How sweet, one last goodbye.”

You press a kiss to his lips.

“Don't open your eyes.” You murmur against his lips before letting go of his face and turning around to look at the succubus.

He closes his eyes, prepared to hear you scream in pain, prepared to hear your body drop to the ground.

But all he hears is the loud boom of thunder from outside and the crackle of rock breaking.

Rock?

He opens his eyes and sees you on your knees in front of a marble statue of the succubus.

His eyes widen as he sees you stand up. From the reflection of the marble, he can see your eyes flashing green.

“Did I ever tell you my mother was a demon?” You ask as you kneel and pick up your eyeglass frames from the floor. “She called herself Medusa. Silly, huh? My dad was human though, and well, as you know, they had me..” You turn around, your eyes now closed. “I guess you can say my quirk is having a very strange lineage.”

Dabi gets to his feet and runs at you, barreling into you with his arms swiftly wrapping around you.

You return the hug, your face nuzzled into his chest.

“So.. you're not mortal?” He says quietly, as if the good luck that had been shone upon the both of you would wither out.

“I'm not. It's my hundred and twenty-fourth this year.” You look up from his hold, he could see the faint glow of green from under your eyelashes. “Will you be there?”

He tightens his hold and presses his lips against yours.

“As if I'd ever leave.”

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{Flowers} Midoriya x Reader

Summary// Soulmate!AU where everyone has different soulmate markers. Yours happens to be that flowers bloom where your soulmate gets injured. You just happen to be paired with the boy who breaks his bones daily.

Buds and small blossoms were the norm for you as a child. You would find yourself with little blooms on your palms or on your knees, your mother explaining that that meant your soulmate hurt themself. Maybe tripped or bumped into a table.

Your mom told you how the buds that bloomed on your cheeks meant someone was being mean.

As a teen you realize that the flowers on your body meant cruel things and cruel people.

"Hang on out there." You whisper to the flower on your shoulder, its soft petals tickling your skin. You wished you could talk to your soulmate through your skin like your mothers, how they could write on their skin and see the message on each other, or sing and hear the others voice like your uncle had with his wife. But you and your soulmate were connected by flowers.

What was going on in their life to have so many flowers? Sometimes you could feel phantom pains on your stomach as small bruise colored blossoms grew on your skin, or feel the sharp sting of a slap on your cheek the color of yellow daisies.

One day you're walking down the street when you bump into a green haired boy. You were in a good mood, lately there hadn't been new flowers on your body, which had to mean your soulmate was having a good week.

"Hi." You smile at the boy whose face immediately turns pink.

"H-Hi!" He stutters, his hand immediately going to the back of his neck. "Sorry for bumping into you, I should've been watching- not watching you! But watching out! You know- like how you walk and- and yeah.."

You chuckle. He was cute. Covered in freckles and with bright green eyes like the leaves of a tulip. "Don't worry about it." You hold out your hand and introduce yourself. "How about you?"

He shyly takes your hand. His grip is surprisingly stronger than you expected. "I'm Izuku Midoriya."

"Nice to meet you Midoriya." You smile and shake his hand firmly. "Guess I'll see you around."

"Y-Yeah." He smiles.

He smiles and for a moment the world slows to a stop.

You suck in a breath and hold onto your smile as you continue walking.

It's when you enter highschool that the flowers return.

You're in the middle of orientation when deep purple hellebores sprout from your finger. You flex your hand and feel the ghostly pains of a broken bone. Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes as you listen to the droning of your homeroom teacher.

What happened to start the cycle again? Why was your soulmate hurting? Who was hurting them?

For the first weeks of school, you're stuck with that question as you do nightly checks. Your arms were constantly covered in flowers, and if you were capable of laughing at something so serious, you would debate selling bouquets with the flowers you were growing.

The day of the U.A. Sports Festival you sit between your moms and listen to the pro hero Present Mic as he introduces the classes.

Your mom cheers from your left. "We’ll get to see the first years that survived the villain attack!"

Your mother on your right chuckles. "You say it like it was planned darling, they're only kids. They're probably scarred."

Your moms debate the mental health of the 1-A first years as you watch the students from your spot in the stands. The blooms were getting better and had receded, showing your soulmate had healed which allowed you to focus on the games below.

But then a new set of questions popped up.

Would your soulmate be watching too? Were they interested in the sports festival? Were they quirkless? Did they have a quirk? Did they want to be a hero? You couldn't stop the questions that flowed freely in your mind.

You lean on your palm with your elbow resting on your knee. Your face lights up with surprise as you spot a familiar face in the crowd of students from Class A.

"Hey I know that boy!" You point to Midoriya and tug on your moms sleeves. A smile forms on your face. You didn't know he was going to U.A. but then again you never asked. You didn't think to ask.

"I never got his number though."

Your mother hums. "Too bad, he's cute."

Your mom pats your back. "You can try after the games are over."

During the first and second event, you keep your eyes glued to Midoriya. He was a good strategist. Even if he hadn't shown his quirk yet, you could see how skilled he was. It was a far cry from how you met him. Stuttering and shy. He was confident now, albeit a little emotional. He felt different to you.

"You can do it!" You whisper to yourself, your hands clenched as you see him step up to begin his match. You believed in him!

"Welcome to the first match of the finals tournament!"

From above you could see the student across from him begin to speak. Obviously you couldn't catch what was being said, but you had high hopes for Midoriya!

"Ready? Begin!"

Midoriya begins to run forward, but right as he nears the middle of the platform, he freezes in place and stays there. You feel a shiver run through your body as you watch him. Why was he staying still?

"The fight has just begun and Izuku Midoriya is completely frozen!"

The other boy’s lips start to move. Midoriya turns around and begins to walk back to his side of the ring.

No. He starts walking to get off of the platform.

“What is he doing?” Your mom mutters, “Silly boy, he's supposed to be heading the other way!”

Your mother murmurs in agreement. “Could it be his opponent’s quirk?”

You didn't quite care as you stood up from your spot and began yelling. “Come on Midoriya! You can do it! Don't give up!”

He was just a step away from the border of the platform when a giant blast of wind came from his hand. At that moment you felt the ghostly pains of your index and middle finger snap. Baby’s-breath grew from your fingers.

You look down at your hand in horror as the announcer screams over the intercom.

"What's this! Midoriya stopped just in time!"

Midoriya was an inch away from the platform, but all your focus was on the flowers that bloomed on your skin. Flowers in the same place as his injuries.

You sit back down, ignoring your mothers as they continue cheering when Midoriya goes back into action. You don't see what happens next, all you hear is that Midoriya won.

On went the battles, but your focus was on your hand and the flowers that slowly fell off as the broken fingers were healed.

When his next match came, you looked up from your stupor. He was fighting a boy who had so far sweeped his way through to the finals. A part of you wanted to cheer Midoriya on, knowing that his match would be a tough one, but the other part was reeling in horror at what would become of his body. He broke his bones using his quirk.

Day in and day out, you had seen flowers grow on you, and you never had a face to link them to.

Cuts, bruises, burns, broken bones.

All from him.

You don't watch his match, all you hear and feel is the shattering ice of his opponent and the flowers that burst from your skin in waves of color. First his fingers, then his arms.

The match ends, and you are left sitting with hydrangeas and hibiscus, poppies and peonies all littering your arms as if you were a living garden.

“Sweetie what happened?” Your mother finally asks from beside you, or maybe you just weren't listening before. “Could your soulmate be that boy- hey!”

You stand up and push your way through the crowds, running down the line of stairs and around the stadium. The students were in seats across from you, which meant they had to have an entrance nearby.

A door lay in front of you, blocked by several Pro Heroes. You transform into a butterfly, not caring about the pain that rattled through your body at shifting into such a small creature as you fly past their watch and enter the stadium reserved for the students.

You fly past doors marked as waiting rooms until you reach the recovery center.

The door was cracked open, and inside you could see him. He was bandaged up, his body covered in scratches and bruises.

You shift back into a human and slam your flower coated fists on a nearby table.

His eyes open and he straightens up on the recovery bed, wincing in pain when he moves his arms. His eyes were dull with pain, but they had the same light in them as when you had met him for the first time.

Did that light drive him to hurt himself so much?

“You again- how did you get in here?” He sits up properly.

Your eyes are full of tears as you look at his casts.

“You.” You wipe at your eyes, spreading pollen across your face. “I've been a living garden for fifteen years and all you have to say is how did you get in here?”

You can hear the confusion in his voice as he mumbles a small “I’m sorry?”.

Summoning a claw, you pierce the side of your neck and make a thin line.

From his neck, carnations bloom from his skin at the same site of your wound.

His eyes widen in realization.

You both stay silent until you let out a breathy laugh. Now he knew. Now the cogs were turning. You were always so careful to not get hurt to keep from scaring your soulmate, but did he ever put in the same care?

“We’re soulmates..” He whispers.

“For fifteen years.” You repeat silently. “For fifteen years, I’ve had sleepless nights, knowing you were being hurt. For fifteen years you gave me flowers. Looking at flower shops were so painful because they reminded me of you. I couldn't even stand being at my uncle’s wedding because the arrangements reminded me of your pain.”

“I’m-”

You hold up your hand. “Why do you hurt yourself so much? Why go through so much pain? This quirk.. Is it so important for you to become a hero if all you get out of it is pain?”

With blurred vision and eyes stinging from tears, you look at Midoriya who had a quiet look of contemplation on his face. It takes a beat before he looks you in the eyes.

“I want to become a hero that brings a smile to people’s faces. A hero you can rely on.” His Adam's apple bobs as he gulps. “A hero you can rely on. I never meant to make you cry. I'm sorry.”

You slump down to the floor. You hear him squeak and jump down from the bed, letting out a string of “ow’s” before crouching in front of you.

“Really, I’m sorry-”

You place a hand over his mouth and give him a stern look. “Just shut up.”

“Yes ma'am.” He mumbles from behind your hand, his face obscured by the flowers on your hand.

“Ma’am?” A small laugh threatens to escape you.

“I say things when I get nervous..”

Despite the weight of the emotions you had been carrying, you finally laugh.

He leans away from your hand, a blush on his cheeks as you hold you cover your own mouth to try and tame your laughter.

“So um.. Im free Sunday. If you want to talk about how this'll work..?” He questions meekly.

You wipe your eyes and smile. “I’d like that.”

Extra//

You hang upside down from a tree as you watch Midoriya train. He had come over for dinner but as you waited for your moms to finish cooking, you both took to the outside. He had looked to your training grounds in awe and quickly pleaded with you to try out the course.

“It’s my mother’s, not mine, go ahead.” And how could you deny his bright eyes and smile? The damned thing could light an entire city.

He was nearly drenched in sweat by the time he stopped his run through of the course and his small session of shadow boxing. He wipes away his sweat with the back of his hand and sits down under the tree where you hung like a bat.

“Nice huh?”

“Yeah. What does your mother do to have a space like this?”

“She's a hero. But she patrols the west region. She comes back every few weeks to visit us.”

He bonks you on the head as he looks up in amazement. “She's the Transformation Hero Mystique?!”

You quirk a brow. “Bingo. How'd you get that?”

“Lucky guess.” He mumbles sheepishly.

“You saw her hero costume didn’t you.” You ask bluntly.

He fiddles with his scarred fingers. “I may have taken a detour when I went to the bathroom..”

You turn your head and give him a kiss on the cheek. “Silly boy.”

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imagineabrighterworld · 3 years

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{Four Hundred Thousand Yen} Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

Tamaki had a lot of questions in life, but the list was reordered the moment he was chosen for the date auction of 3-A.

Why me?

Why was my name in the bid?

Why did no one look surprised?

Was this rigged?

His last question was answered fairly quickly, the class did in fact rig the polls. It was a tie between him and Mirio, but after some convincing from Mirio and Nejire, the class had filled the ballot box almost entirely with Tamaki’s name.

“Why would you do this to me?” He mumbles into his desk as he bowed his head to keep from seeing his traitorous best friend. Mirio was standing next to his desk with a huge smile on his face. Tamaki couldn't see it, but he could hear it in his friend’s voice.

“It’ll be fun! Don't sweat it, you're gonna be great!”

“I-I can't even- go on stage..” Tamaki lifts his head to show his lips were trembling as he was on the verge of a breakdown. The thought of being on stage for people to bid on- what if no one wanted him? What if it was just silence and he wasn't picked at all? How embarrassing would it be when he left the stage without a single bid? “What if no one picks me? I-I would be humiliated.”

Mirio pats him on the back. “Trust me, there are plenty of girls and guys waiting to bid on you, I did a poll!”

Tamaki’s face burns red. “You what?” He squeaks out.

“Well not an official poll, but I asked around the school and everyone was pretty excited to hear you might be in the auction.” Mirio rubs his chin. “I’d say you had a good seventy percent of the students I asked.”

The wheels in Tamaki’s mind stutter as he focuses on the thirty percent that must have said no. He groans and stands up from his seat. “I'm going to the workshop..”

“3-H?” Mirio asks.

“Yeah..” Tamaki slides out of the classroom with his head ducked low. His face was still a bright pink when he entered the third year’s workshop. It was enormous compared to the first year’s space. It had gear and tech that the first years were not yet trusted with.

He walks around the empty room, looking at the half built suits and the observation window that separated the testing room from the rest of the space. It was a special glass that was essentially bomb-proof, nothing could break the glass, which made it essential for testing costumes that needed to undergo massive damage.

“Tamaki!”

He turns around to find you dragging a massive robot by a thick metal chain. You were covered in scuff marks and grease, but you had a light in your eyes that made him smile. His thoughts were briefly distracted by the date auction and instead directed towards you. You were one of his friends since his second year when he needed an update in his costume. He still got shy around you, but talking with you became easier the more he visited you.

It was a small miracle that you didn't mind his silent days. You both would listen to your radio while you worked. You didn't push him, and it was greatly appreciated. Sometimes he needed a break and you were there to take it with him.

“Whatcha doing here Tama-chan?” You release your grip of the chain, unbothered by the loud boom as the heavy chain falls to the ground. It was startling sometimes to remember that your quirk was strength based. You lifted gear so easily, it looked weightless to him. “Got a problem on your mind? You look like a shrimp.” You brush your gloved hand over his flushed cheek.

Tamaki rubs his face while looking to the ground. “Iwasvotedinforthedatingauction..” He whispers quickly.

“What was that?” You tilt your head. “You lost me at I.”

He takes a deep breath and speaks a tad bit louder. “I.. Was voted in for the dating auction..”

“Oh. … Oh.”

You both stand in silence, listening to the ticking of the clock in the room.

You're the first to break the quiet. “Mirio was behind it wasn't he?”

“And Nejire.” He adds softly. His best friends other than you, both ratted him out. They knew he had trouble with the spotlight, with his.. His self image.. He couldn't do it. “I think I'm going to call in sick. Mirio is more popular than me anyway, he’ll definitely get bids.”

“I think you should do it.”

He startles. “What?”

You smile down at him. With your work boots you were a good few inches taller than him. “You're really sweet Tama-chan, you're underestimating yourself again.” You tap him on the forehead. “Think of this as a mission. The goal is to get to the finish line. Don't think about how much you earn, think of getting to the end of the auction.”

“But I can't handle crowds-”

You put a hand on his shoulder. “Tamaki.”

He looks you in the eyes, his heartbeat racing as he sees your normally nonchalant expression turn serious.

“You're Suneater, an amazing hero that always gets the job done. This is just another job. And you're going to rock it.”

He gulps.

Just a job. Not a game, not an auction, just a job. Another mission that needed finishing.

He nods his head reluctantly. “Okay.”

“Good.” You pull him in for a side hug, completely forgetting you were covered in grease. “Now help me figure out what the hell I'm doing.”

The day of the auction was hectic. It was a festival, which meant that the class was divided into doing different jobs, a sixth went to preparing the auction with the other classes while the rest went on to handle food stands and games.

Mirio was in charge of the money earned during the bids while Nejire was the announcer.

Which left Tamaki alone behind the stage with the other “volunteers”. Some of the students actually did want to participate, but he could see from some of the faces that some where plucked forcefully by their classmates.

At least I’m not the only one. He thinks to himself.

He mourns quietly as the students file in line. The first to go were the first years, then the second, then the third years. Which meant he was the first of his year to go onstage.

So far the highest bid was for Todoroki of 1-A who got fifty-one thousand yen.

I'll be lucky if I get one hundred yen.

Tamaki fiddles with the cuffs of his suit. It was black with gold sun cufflinks. If it were a different occasion, he would have liked the suit. It was comfortable and completely black, allowing him to blend in rather than stand out. But in this situation he would have no choice but to stand out.

He squeezes his eyes shut as he hears his name called out.

“Next up, Tamaki Amajiki from Class 3-A!” Nejire cheers from beyond the stage.

With a small pat on his shoulder from the boy behind him, Tamaki steps through the curtain and walks on stage.

Faces. So many faces.

The crowd was bigger than he thought, it was full of people-

“Remember, keep your head up, eyes to the sky, it'll be over before you know it. Trust me.”

Your words ring in his head as he walks down the catwalk, his eyes on a distant tree as he tries to keep from folding over in shame as numbers are called out.

Ten thousand yen. Thirteen thousand yen. Fifteen thousand yen. Thirty thousand yen.

He stops at the end of the stage and keeps his hands clenched at his sides. He felt like he was going to collapse-

“Two-hundred thousand yen!” A familiar voice chimes from the crowd of people.

Tamaki’s gaze snaps to Nejire who had floated off the stage and was staring at Mirio with a look of wonder. Who- What? What! Who would bid that much!

No it had to be a mistake!

“Four-hundred thousand yen!” It was the same person. “You're twisting my arm here Nejire!”

Tamaki scans the crowd for the voice.

No, it has to be a joke-!

You stand in the center of the crowd with one of the bidding panels in your hand. You were grinning widely. “Neji, I could go on forever, just give him to me.”

The crowd parts around you as they whisper the number incredulously.

Four-hundred thousand yen.

Tamaki didn't even expect to get a percent of that!

Nejire lands on the stage with a small thump. Her smile was nearly identical to yours. “Any other bidders? Going once. Going twice?” The crowd was talking but no new bid came up. “Tamaki Amajiki, sold for four-hundred thousand yen!”

After the auction, Tamaki finds you with Mirio, a thick stack of yen in hand.

He runs to you. “Wait!”

You look back at him just as Mirio tucks the cash into the metal box full of bids. “Yeah?”

He stands across from you, frazzled and in desperate need of a good cry. He almost ran off stage just to keep from collapsing in fear.

“How could you- why did you-” He stumbles over his words. “Why did you bid on me? Why so much?”

You smile as you zip your wallet shut. “That’s easy Tama-chan. I knew you wouldn't feel comfortable going on a date with a stranger, so I paid an amount I knew no one would be able to beat.”

“But, it's your money..” He squeezes his hands into fists. “You can't just waste it on me, I’m not worth that much..”

You step away from Mirio and stand in front of Tamaki, fixing his crooked tie from running. “I'm an engineer. I know how much each part costs and the cost of the overall product. You're worth more than I could ever buy Tama-chan.” You press a small kiss on the tip of his nose. “And I couldn’t pass up the chance of getting dinner with you in that suit.”

Finally, Tamaki collapses in a fit of pink.

You look at Mirio.

He laughs. “He's all yours!”

His plan went just as expected.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha tamaki #bnha tamaki amajiki #bnha tamaki x reader #mha tamaki #mha tamaki amajiki #mha tamaki x reader #Tamaki Amajiki x reader #based on the song GUY.exe #- Beta Connor

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Summary// Ground Zero has been your crush since you were rescued by him, and ever since then, you've been writing love songs that your manager is sick and tired of hearing. One day on a live broadcast, you admit that the songs were inspired by your admiration for said hero. Little did you know, he was just in the other wing of the building getting his own interview done and decides to see you after the cameras are off.

A/N: I know his hero name is Dynamite but I wrote this before it was decided so I'm sticking with Ground Zero, sorry ^^;

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You were never camera shy, you loved the stage and all that came with it. The lights, the flurry of makeup artists and the adrenaline rush of seeing the On-Air light turn red.

But the moment you saw him walk into the room, you swear your heart fell into your stomach and all the words you've ever sang were sucked right back into your throat.

- -

Ever since the accident that nearly took your life, you have been an active fan of Ground Zero. He was constantly in the news, either due to his heroics or due to being spotted with other top heroes such as Deku or Shoto. Considering he was their classmate in high school, the media gobbled up any coverage they could with the trio.

You on the other hand, were mostly into the tabloids for information on Ground Zero.

The accident was after one of your concerts. You had been on your way to your tour bus when a villain had attacked. Luckily none of your crew were hurt, but you were trapped under the rubble of the concert hall that had fallen when the villain rammed into the wall. It was cramped and had little oxygen, the air was full of dust and your lungs were heavy with the ash. You had broken your arm and had to use it to support yourself to keep from getting crushed under the rubble that was slowly but surely pressing down on you.

You had little hope for yourself as the rubble grew heavier, your arm giving out under the weight of your body, but before it could fully crush you, you heard the sounds of explosions.

Not long after, you felt the weight of the rubble lift.

Ground Zero had sent smaller blasts to break up the larger pieces of rubble before finally moving the giant piece that was pinning you to the ground. He scooped you up into his arms and murmured the same line under his breath as he brought you to the paramedics.

"You're safe now."

He lowered you onto the gurney and waited by you as the paramedics asked you questions, soon finding your rib was cracked as well. Ground Zero gave you a once over before parting with a quiet goodbye and a thank you to the medics that were helping you.

You didn't get the chance to thank him as the medics placed an oxygen mask on your face.

So you wrote him songs. You never used his name, but a hero was always implied when it came to songs about him. You tried to be subtle with the crush you had developed, but apparently you weren't subtle enough.

Your manager was sent an invitation for an interview to talk about your new album full of love songs. The album was crammed with songs about a one-sided pinning for someone who could never love back, but the last song was a ray of hope that they might find a way to each other.

Was it based on reality? No. Ground Zero couldn't have liked you like you liked him, he didn't know who he had saved and likely didn't look back on that event. He was a busy hero who saved people daily. He wouldn't know your name, but you could always dream maybe he would hold you like he did when you were hurt.

So there you were, in a chair with the lights on you and your interviewer.

"Your album is named Loved One, are you trying to send a message to a certain someone?" The man asks as he cleans his glasses with a wipe.

You fiddle with your hands on your lap, a half smile on your face. "It's a love song for someone, yes. But if he's ever heard it I'm not sure."

"Your songs have been in the top ten, with Sweet Delights being number one for seven weeks straight. Surely he's heard one of them."

True. Your music was popular. But did he ever hear them? Would he know it was him you were talking about when you sang?

Of course not. That's why you wrote your feelings with no fear of being found out.

"He's a very special man, I can't say he has the time for music." You turn your face as a small blush fans your cheeks. "He's a hero, I'm sure he's too busy to listen to the radio."

The interviewer leans forward in his seat, a grin tugging at his lips. "A hero?"

The live audience begins to whisper and you can hear the names of heroes being tossed around.

Deku. Shoto. Chargebolt. Cellophane.

Ground Zero.

"Yeah." You chuckle. "He saved me during an accident. I'll be forever grateful to him for saving my life."

"Love at first attack."

"Something like that."

"What would you say to him if he were here right now?" The interviewer leans back in his seat.

You look down at your lap, twiddling with your thumbs as you try to come up with the words. You've written dozens of songs, but what words would you give him?

"Thank you. For being my hero. I've written you love songs I never thought you'd hear. Maybe I thought it would make you feel the same way I feel for you." You look up from your lap and chuckle, this time a tad bit weaker. "Silly isn't it? I get to know so much about him but I'm just a dime a dozen that he saves. He doesn't even know my name."

The interviewer scoots forward and hands you one of the tissue boxes on his desk. You aren't about to start crying but you appreciate the gesture and take it from him anyway.

"Love can be tough. But you've written plenty about it haven't you?"

A light chuckle comes from the crowd.

You smile. "I know enough about pinning for someone who will never know me."

"What is his name? Maybe we could get him on here, get you a coffee date." He says in a playful tone.

What's the worst that could happen?

"Well, this is a little embarrassing, but it's Ground Zero." You rub your neck as the crowd collectively gasps. "He saved me after a concert I held, and ever since then he's been on my mind. I thought it was creepy, so I figured I would use my music as an outlet. My album is dedicated to unrequited love and accepting it. Hopefully I'll accept it one day too."

For a moment the interviewer is quiet, but when you look closer you see a smile is building on his face.

He clears his throat and lifts his remote control to the screen behind the both of you. "Ironically, in the west wing of the building, we're holding an interview with Ground Zero himself."

The screen turns on to show Ground Zero seated with his own interviewer.

They were watching your interview live.

And he just heard your admission to liking him.

Your grip on the tissue box tightens as you see his eyes scanning you.

Oh god you were going to be sick.

He stands up and walks out of the room. All you feel is lead in your gut as you watch the television move onto commercial.

Your interviewer presses on the Bluetooth in his ear and nods along to whatever the people were saying. But you didn't want to hear any of it. All you felt was dread.

He heard.

He must think you were crazy. It was his job to save people! He didn't do it out of chivalry or kindness like some knight in a fairytale!

You let go of the box and cover your face with your hands. The crowd was talking now, you couldn't catch what they were saying but they were going wild.

Deciding to see what was getting the crowd so riled up, you look to the doors.

And there he is.

Standing across the room with his eyes glued to yours.

- -

So there you are. No words were forming and you felt like you were being sucked into the Twilight Zone.

The crowd cheers as he walks down the aisle in his full gear and makes his way straight to you.

You cover your face again as the interviewer speaks to him.

"The man of the hour, Ground Zero ladies and gentlemen!" He announces, but the crowd was already roaring with energy.

You feel the hero stand in front of you, mostly because he blocked your light, and soon you were wondering if you could sink into the cushions and disappear forever. Let Loved One be your momento mori, your swan song before you disappeared off the face of the earth.

"Hey."

No no no no- no!

You hear his gear shift and from the cracks between your fingers you see him crouch in front of you.

"Stop filming." He says to the interviewer.

"We still have five minutes to break-" The interviewer starts up but stumbles on his words. You hear the pop of small explosions and the murmur of the crowd.

"Break for two!" The producer calls from backstage.

"Hey."

This time, you lower your hands to cover your mouth, looking at Ground Zero with half of your face covered.

He looked just as he had when he rescued you, minus him being in his winter gear. But it was all the same. Even the tone he was using with you. Like you were fragile.

"Did you mean it?" He asks, his head nodding towards the screen above. "What you said about me."

"I.. I did." You uncover your face, using your nervous energy to hold onto the box of tissues instead, squeezing the life out of the poor box. "Every word. You saved me and I'm grateful." You look down in shame, unable to utter the next words while looking him in the face. "I- I know it's weird, to like someone you know so little about-”

"Bakugou Katsuki."

"Huh?"

"My name, is Bakugou Katsuki." He grips your chin gently and tugs you to look at him. He had a small grin on his face. "Go to dinner with me and I'll debate letting you call me Katsuki."

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{Shake and Break} Overhaul x Reader

Overhaul hated leaving Hassaikai base without reason. The last time he left was to snatch Eri after she had attempted to escape via the drains, but this was different. This time it was a work endeavor.

The yakuza had been one of the first crime syndicates that had been attacked when heroes came into the picture, but the Hassaikai had survived. Along with another group.

The Akari-Kai. A mafia consisting of only women with 20,000 members. Their base was supposedly in Tokyo but after some research, Chrono had determined their leader’s location.

With the heroes on his tail, Overhaul decided it was in his best interest to merge their groups together to gain more power. Then he wouldn't have to worry about a lack of manpower. The Akari-Kai was full of strong fighters, whether quirkless or not. He hated to admit it, but their quirks would be useful to have in his arsenal.

This led to him standing in front of a club. The Red Lady.

“So many people.” Overhaul grumbles under his mask, his hands pulling at his sleeves and pulling his gloves further up his wrists.

Chronostasis nods in agreement from his side. They were both dressed up, a bit too much considering that half the people in line could be considered half naked. In Overhaul’s eyes, all he could see was germs and disease.

Skin. So. Much. Skin.

He hated it.

Ripping off the bandage, Overhaul walks through the doors of the club, noting the red lotus tattooed on the inner wrist of the bouncer that let them in. He tenses as he passes through the dance floor, the body heat and sweat shining on the dancers made him want to tear the floor apart and summon the yakuza boss right there and then. But that would make for a poor introduction. If he wanted the Akari-Kai’s numbers, he would need the boss in a good mood.

If not, he could always get rid of her and forcibly take her numbers.

“No one here seems to be a part of the yakuza, perhaps they are underground sir.” Chrono murmurs, eyeing the employees for signs of the yakuza’s crest.

“Good. I'm tired of this place.” Overhaul moves around the crowd and heads to the other end of the club. A woman with a red lotus on her neck holds her hand out. Her pupils were cat-like slits, they dilated as the two neared.

“State your business.”

“We’re here to see your boss.” Chronostasis speaks from behind Overhaul. “She's through there, is she not?”

The lion-like woman flicks her gaze to Overhaul. She looks them over before lowering her hand. “Why should she give you time out of her day?”

Overhaul narrows his eyes. He pulls at his gloves. “She'll want to see me. And you will let me through.”

The woman catches his motion and grins fiendishly. “Overhaul.” She barks out a laugh. “Oh, this will be fun. We've heard of you before. The boss lady will be pleased to meet you.” Hitting the wall behind her in a series of knocks, the door slides open to reveal stairs winding down. Music and cheers blare from below but are covered by the music from above ground. “If only I could watch.”

Overhaul walks past her without another word, not bothering to check if Chronostasis was behind him. He could feel his second’s presence, he didn't need to double check. It only showed weakness if you needed another to back you up.

Below the club was a fighting den, similar to the place he found Kendo Rappa. Perhaps he would take on the yakuza boss like he had taken Rappa. In a decisive match.

The only worry he had was what her quirk was. It must be powerful if it could control the loyalties of thousands of people.

To his delight, the floor wasn't crowded with sweating people like the dance floor. There were booths and seating around the large cages that contained fighters. The cages were marked, both for quirkless fights and quirk battling. The amount of people watching and betting on the quirkless fights were surprisingly equal to those of the quirk battles. He supposed it was because they were bloodier, more brutal in their execution. They didn't have the crutch of an extra power, all they had were their fists and reflexes.

“Do you see her?” Overhaul asks his second as he walks through the path between the cages, looking at the faces of the spectators. He assumed she would be in the crowd, betting on one of her own members.

“She’s- She’s in the cage sir.” Chrono stumbles on his words. “She’s fighting. Cage 13.”

Now this was interesting.

Overhaul looks to the cage and sees it marked as a quirkless fight. Inside was a man twice the size of the woman, he was muscular and covered in blood, much like the shorter woman across from him. She was dressed in a sports bra and shorts, her hands protected only by her open fingered gloves. She was covered in blood and sweat, but it could not hide the giant red lotus tattoo that scaled her back and up to her neck.

“She's quirkless?”

“All the better for us.” Overhaul replies to his second. He stands outside of the ring but keeps enough distance to keep any grime from flying onto him.

He watches as you parry each blow your opponent throws at you, dodging and weaving his attacks before landing powerful blows to his pressure points. By the end of the match, you were pinning the man down with your knee jamming into the man’s spine, a feral gleam shone in your eyes as the referee declared you the winner.

Overhaul couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction.

You were quirkless.

You were pure of the disease.

You were perfect.

He doesn't notice as you walk to him and lean against the cage, your chest heaving with heavy breathes but your eyes still shown with power.

You grin. “So you're Overhaul.”

He greedily takes in the sight of you.

Pure. Pure. Pure.

“I am.” He says lightly. While you may have been something else, he still had business to attend to. “You are the boss of the Akari-Kai.”

“That I am. My girls warned me you were going to be coming here tonight.” He didn't know how they got hold of that information, but he found he didn't care. Not yet anyway. “What business?”

“I have a proposal for you.”

“Sorry, I'm not interested in a ball-and-chain sort of deal.”

“A business proposal.”

“You haven't piqued my interest, so you might want to hurry up and get to your point.”

Chronostasis steps up to Overhaul's side, ready to demand you apologize for your brash behavior, but Overhaul stops him with a hand.

You were spunky, he'd give you that. The light he had seen you under was now fading. Now all he could see was a bloodied woman with her own to protect.

Pure, but annoying.

“Let us join our group under one name, under one cause. You have the numbers I need, and I have a product that will make the yakuza a force to be reckoned with.” He tilts his head. “Split profits sixty-forty.”

“With your half taking the sixty.”

“You're correct.”

For a moment you remain quiet. He assumes you're running over the numbers, thinking over his proposal. When in reality, all you're doing is wasting his time.

He holds out his gloved hand. “Is it a deal?”

You look at his hand and sigh. “I'll have to pass Mr. Hotshot, I run my girls my way. Men always get in the way.”

His eyebrow twitches in annoyance.

Fine. The hard way it is.

“How about this.” He takes a step onto the incline leading into the cage. “If I beat you in a timed match, you join my cause. We split it thirty-seventy, and I let you play boss.”

Your grin widens. “And if you lose, pretty boy?”

“Then we can make arrangements another night.” He doesn't plan on that happening. In one move, you would be dead, and all he would have to do is reassemble you as he sees fit. As far as he cares, you've already lost.

“Deal. On one condition. If I win, I also get a kiss.”

Now, he tenses up.

There was no way you could win, but the idea of such a thing happening- feeling your dirtied skin on his-

“Agreed.” He bites out. His mood significantly darkens. Shrugging off his bomber jacket, he rolls up his black sleeves and tugs on his gloves.

How dare you.

You roll your shoulders and back up as the cage door opens to let him in. “Set the timer love.” You tell one of your girls as he steps through the door. He ignores the blood splatter on the floor, he wouldn't be in the cage long. Removing his right glove, he prepares for your attack, knowing that with just a touch, it would be over-

Crack!

Overhaul looked down at his arm, the limb was twisted behind his back. He moves his left arm but soon it is in the same position as the other, this time painfully so.

He looks at you and finds you with your limbs positioned in the same way as his.

“You!” He grits out. “You're not quirkless.”

“Whoever said I was?” You purr as you twist and contort your body with ease. His body follows suit, but he was much less flexible than you. His joints scream as he is forced down on his knees, his body twisted and folded in on itself. He touches the ground, creating spikes in the floor aimed right at you, but you uncoil and jump out of the way before the spikes can reach you. You grip the spike and hold yourself in a handstand.

Sending wave after wave of spike walls your way, Overhaul spews profanities as you leap gracefully from each spike. Your hands were bloodied after the spikes cut through your gloves, but you paid it no mind.

“That's time.” Your underling says in a bored tone. And with that, he feels the muscles in his body relax. He sits normally now, his hand massaging his wrist as he glares at you.

He would kill you.

He would kill you!

You jump down from the spike you were on and land in front of him on the untouched ground where he sat.

You were just begging for death weren't you?

“I guess we'll be seeing each other again soon, won't we?” You kiss him on the cheek, your hold on his body returning just before he can touch you to use his quirk. His arm strains under your control, his hand just a hair’s length away.

He seethes with rage.

“Very soon.”

#bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #overhaul #bnha overhaul #mha overhaul #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #overhaul x reader #bnha overhaul x reader #mha overhaul x reader #might be a part two #I like enemies to lovers so we'll see #I like messing with him #- Beta Andro #based loosely off of the song Best Friend by Saweetie

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Tenya Iida : Reacting to Hitting his Crush in the Face

A/N: As requested by @coleluuviida ^^

Beta Note // Reader’s quirk is Pigeon, but my fellow beta and her sister thought Pigeon Vision sounded cute so 👀 its in there 👀

Iida was with Izuku and Uraraka when the worst had happened

One moment he was conversing about the intricacies of hero and sidekick relationships, and the next he was frozen in horror staring at his hand

Why?

Iida slapped you right in the face as his gesturing grew rapid

He didn't notice until it was too late that his arm arched far too wide and slammed directly onto your nose

What's worse?

Iida didn't even realize it was you that he hit until he turned to apologize

Even worse than that?

He didn't utter a single word

He was frozen as he looked at you though his peripheral vision, his hand still in the air as he saw you knocked onto the ground

Granted, he didn't hit you that hard, but with your quirk altering the density and weight of your bones, you were practically weightless and easy to toss around

Which meant he slapped you to the cold, cruel floor

Unluckily, his class along with the support course were headed to Ground Omega to do tests on new inventions your class had made

You just so happened to be the one who was in charge of altering his suit to better aid him in battles

But fortunately for him, you were the forgiving type

Despite his heart feeling full of guilt over hitting you, you let him off the hook after he agreed to buy you food

Iida stares at his hand with an almost hateful expression, a look of utter betrayal. He couldn't turn around to face you, how could he?! He just hit you! You! Of all people!

Uraraka was doubled over in laughter, her hand clamped over her mouth as she gasped for air. “I’m sorry for laughing!” She walks around her friend and helps you up right as Hatsume walks by.

The pink haired girl looks at you with a faint trace of worry in her tone. “Are you good?” She questions, her hands busy pushing a cart full of equipment Iida didn't know half of what they were. What student was she paired with to need that many gadgets?

He hears you make a light noise of discomfort before laughing. “Yeah I’m good. Let's get going.”

Iida keeps his head ducked, refusing to look to the side to see if you were glaring at him. His face was flushed pink, his body shaking as his classmates caught up to the doors leading to the Grounds. Midoriya, bless his soul, hadn't said anything. But he was starting to feel like it was because he was just as frozen as Iida himself.

Ignoring the questions of his classmates that had finally followed behind, Iida directs them all into Ground Omega before going to his own section of the forest area. He pulls on his helmet and stretches his legs, preparing himself for his training with his new gear, but his head was still in the clouds.

You were on his mind. It was terribly rude of him to have a girl constantly on his mind, but you were so.. So sweet and kind hearted. He had met you when he had broken his helmet and had been able to speak with you as you fixed it.

You humored him when he talked about his costume, questions he knew you likely were asked constantly, but you treated him with patience. And when he asked about your goals for the future, your face lit up with such a warm expression. It didn't help that with your quirk, you were given bird-like qualities, such as soft feathers that fluffed up when you grew excited. When talking about creating new support items for heroes, you were something else. He found your passion infectious, and it only made him train himself harder. Which in turn led him visiting the support class more often for repairs.

In the time that he had visited you, he found himself growing fond of you. Dare he say it, he had a crush. And it was bad.

“There you are!” He freezes as he hears your voice approaching.

Iida looks right at you, his eyes wide under his helmet. You had a small bruise forming on your face, something he knew would heal itself soon, but he couldn't help but feel awful knowing it was him who caused it.

“I’m here.” He says in a quiet voice. “Forgive me for hitting you. I’m ashamed of my actions. I bring dishonor to the Iida family” He bows at the waist, but soon he turns his head away to keep from making direct eye contact. It was the least you deserved, but he couldn't bring himself to look at you.

“I wouldn't go that far.” You whisper under your breath. “Don't worry about it.” You leap into the air and land on a low tree branch, settling comfortably among the leaves. “I know you didn't do it on purpose. You'd think with my pigeon vision I would have been able to dodge you in the first place.”

Pigeon vision?

He holds in a small noise of distress. Peering at you from his spot below, he doesn't realize as he moves his hand over his heart at the sight of your smile.

“Get it? Because my quirk is Pigeon?” You wave a hand over your face. The feathers of your hair fluff up, lifting as a small breeze moves through the trees. “You just happened to be in my blind spot, no biggie.”

“Ah, I see. Well. I’m sorry.” He straightens and draws a starting line using marking chalk. He glances at you once more before starting his training. It doesn't take long for you to get into the rhythm of note taking and making small adjustments to his suit between runs.

“You know, if you really want to apologize to me, you could buy me a muffin from Lunchrush.”

“What?” He asks as he skids to a stop, the ground beneath him now upturned as the grass was worn away. Did he miss part of a conversation when he went running to the other side?

You flash him a grin and poke him on the chest with your pen. “Buy me a muffin and I’ll forgive you.” You must have known he was still feeling terrible about hitting you.. Were you worried for him? “How about it?”

Iida was grateful for his helmet as he agreed to your terms.

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imagineabrighterworld · 3 years

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The Saint and the Prince pt.2

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷’𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾

You look at your mother through the mirror as she braids ribbons into your hair. Her hands flutter as they hold your locks of hair with infinite gentleness.

You were dressed in the color of persimmons and summer peaches, from the ribbons in your hair to the dye streaking your cheeks. You felt silly dressed so weirdly. It wasn't like your family to be so.. Colorful. Not on a day like this. Everyone was wearing black except for you.

You shuffle uncomfortably in your seat. Your mother was crying, and yet she was doing your hair.

“Mama?” You whisper, hating the way her hands began to tremble and lose hold of your hair. Why was she crying? What was making her so sad? “Mama you're scaring me.”

She sniffles, using the back of her palm to wipe away the wetness of her tears. “Forgive me..” The kohl lining her eyes is smeared, but she pays no mind to the smudges on her hands. “Forgive me.”

You want to comfort her but she coaxes you into staying still as she finishes with your hair. It is only when your father comes into the room that you begin to piece together what is happening. You were being taken away from her, but why? It was supposed to be a good day today. The Alshanun Iraziz, the Sun Saint was supposed to be coming to bring her blessings, just like your papa said.

Your mother’s cries of anguish grow louder now as your father guides you out of the room, his own sniffles paled in comparison to hers. The sound of shattering glass is your only goodbye from your mother.

“Papa? I'm afraid.”

He says nothing. His hand tightens around yours, the bones in your hand squeezing together, but you're too afraid to pull away from him. Afraid he might disappear, or go back home to mama, leaving you alone.

A crowd lays in front of you, the familiar black clothing of the Sun Saint’s day is before you. Why were you in color when they were in black? You felt like an ill beating heart in the crowd of bleakness.

Now, you stand in the center of your town.

The villagers around you murmur prayers as you pass them by. They reach out and kiss your palms. As if you were a saint in the books your grandmother had coveted so long ago. Whispers surround you, the sounds crawling on your skin uncomfortably.

𝓞 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝔂, 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼, 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓝𝓪𝓭𝓪

Your father left you behind somewhere in the crowd as he ushered you to the platform in the middle of the crowd. His face blurred among the people, but somewhere in the throng you swear you can hear his cries.

As you look down at the orangewood platform carved with prayers, you know why your mother was crying. You know why the people have to hold your father back as his cries turn to screams.

“Bueirikan kembali! Khadhnaa!”

Give her back. Take me.

“Ahfuz tifli!”

Save my child.

The high priest stands behind you as the sun begins to rise.

𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼

The orange sky is the last thing you see as a knife is plunged into your back.

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼

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Shoto returned to the others with his mind full of the color orange.

He mostly stayed quiet for the reminder of their tour around the town, his eyes constantly drifting to the blossoms covering every inch of the buildings. Their sweet scent was almost too much. Their flowers thick with nectar.

The town felt stifling, he didn't know why, but perhaps his talk with the mysterious woman would clear things up.

Bachar leads them back to his home and holds a feast with several of the neighboring lords as guests. Shoto isn't eager to converse, but he does his part as prince and answers their questions and occasionally offers up one of his own. They spoke of trade between the kingdoms and the benefits their people might have if they worked closely together.

The Alshanun kingdom had bountiful amounts of herbal medicine, spices, and pastures full of cattle, while Todoroki’s kingdom had less greenlands. But where it lacked in greenery, it was full of libraries, a strong army to defend from invaders, gold deposits, and waterfalls that held water so clear you could see all the way to the bottom of their lakes.

A partnership could keep both of their people comfortable for years to come.

Night fell, and soon the group was off to their chambers.

“Todoroki?” Midoriya asks from behind him, his hand on the doorknob of his own room. “Where did you go? You know, earlier.”

Shoto remains quiet, his eyes shifting to his door. A phantom breeze brushes against his arm, eerily reminding him of a hand. “Nowhere.”

It wasn't in his place to question a prince, but it was in his place to question a friend. So Midoriya asks once more. “Are you sure?”

Shoto looks at his friend, his eyes roving over his face. He was worried, and it warmed his heart to know he had a friend who truly cared. But he didn't have answers yet. He couldn't reassure his friend without any information. All he had was the memory of a girl.

“I’m sure.” The corners of his lips tug upward. “Goodnight.”

Entering his room, Shoto looks at the wallpaper lining the walls and the stumpy candles lining the window sill. With a flick of his hand, he lights them, watching as the wax begins to melt at their center. The warm smell of vanilla fills the room as he changes and soon he is in bed, drifting off to sleep.

When he wakes, the sunlight is weakly filtering in, not yet a deep gold but a pale yellow that engulfs his room. He sits up slowly and looks at the window to where the candles had long been extinguished in their own wax.

He listens for the sounds of life outside his door, but all there is is silence. Not even the servants were up yet.

Shoto sits up and pulls the sheets away from himself. He had half a mind to stay in bed and wait until the others were awake, maybe travel around the nearby towns and meet its lords. But he didn't listen to that half.

Slipping out of his room, he quietly makes his way out of the mansion after dressing in simple black clothing. It wasn't what he was accustomed to wearing, not when it was the color of mourning. But it helped him blend in with the early risers already setting up shop, helped him not feel a fool when they waved good morning to him.

Wending his way to the fountain from the day before, he sits at its edge, looking into its waters. Vaguely he could sense it, feel the way it would turn to ice beneath his touch. How its side would frost.

He doesn't notice you as you look over his shoulder at the water. Doesn't see your reflection until you're smiling at him.

“Hello again princeling.” You step back just as the stranger in front of you whips his head back. His eyes widen before they narrow, his lips a flat line.

“Hello.” He says warily, his eyes flickering to your orange and saffron clothing. “Why are you dressed like that?”

You sit next to him, undisturbed by how he looks at you. As if you were doing something out of line. He truly was a prince, one who obviously wasn't very social. “That’s the wrong question. I’ll grant you one answer.”

“Why do you speak like this? What are you hiding?”

“Wrong again princeling.”

Small ice crystals prick at his skin as a small pout forms on his face, a crease building between his brows. You hold in a smile as you see the gears turning in his head. You rarely got to have fun, and it was amusing seeing him so confused.

“Who are you?”

You let your smile show. Finally, he got it right. “I am the Alshanun Iraziz. The Sun Saint.”

“Were you always this way?”

Now he was asking the right questions, you muse as you inspect his hands that had folded themselves neatly on his lap, hiding the frost that was forming on his fingers. You could feel the power thrumming in his veins. The ice and the fire. If you were alive, you would have been concerned at how easily he might set you alight or freeze the blood in your veins. But you were an Iraziz, a Saint, and his gifts held no sway over you.

“No. I used to be just like you. Alive with a beating heart. I used to wear black, just like you. Now, all I ever wear is this.” You look at your silk slippers and the folds of your skirts embroidered with gold string. It was the most expensive thing you ever had in life. A gift from the High Priest that had ended your life, giving you this life in its place.

“What is your name?”

So much for one answer, you think to yourself. But it had been so long since you've spoken with anyone.

“I’ve forgotten my true one.” You dip your hand in the waters of the fountain, the cool waters soothing your warm skin. It was always so warm around this time of year, even when the sun was at its weakest. “I didn't know to hold it close, the day I became the Alshanun Iraziz was the same day I lost my name. I don't suppose I’ll ever get it back now.” It had been too long. Your people were long gone and replaced with their descendants. The faces you looked at now were watered down versions of your kin.

“What is your name?” You ask him, looking at his face to find him staring at your hand and the waters that didn't shift with your touch.

“Todoroki Shoto.”

You hum. “Todoroki. I’ve heard of it before. When your family was still only lords, not kings and queens.”

Todoroki’s face turns considering. “You've been alive a long time.”

“Alive is one way of putting it.”

“Then how did you come to be? Is your gift to be an undead? A shadow?”

“I’m glad you still believe I’m some form of alive, but I assure you, my life was snuffed ages ago.” There was no bitterness in your voice, you had long ago come to accept your fate. “I was sacrificed to become the new Iraziz, my people decided my fate long before your kingdom was unified.”

You feel his ice before it crawls into the water, freezing the fountain as a look of diluted horror crosses his face. “Your own people let you die?”

You chuckle. “It’s not unlike parting your meal for your gods, or offering them a glass of wine. Or how you dedicate a moment of your day in prayer for good fortune. My people gave me to the Sun, praying for a miracle. When my life was taken, a new one was given.”

“Were you.. the first?” The ice behind you slowly melts, a hiss of steam telling you the prince was undoing his work.

Now you can feel the old ache. The ghostly touch of your mothers hands as she fixed your hair, the feeling of your fathers fingers curling around your own.

“No. I wasn't.”

So many girls had gone through the same ritual. So many had their lives ripped away like pins in the hair. “I am, however, the last. After me, no other girls have been sacrificed.”

“Why?” What stopped them? You can see the unspoken question in his eyes.

“Each year, my spirit withers and turns weak, which is why they replaced the Iraziz each year with a new girl, a fresh spirit. But I’ve held onto this life, I’ve preformed miracles to show I’m still here. So no other girl has to die.”

The bubbling of the water fountain speaks for the both of you as you watch the people in their shops, readying their wares. No matter what their ancestors did to you, you held no hate for them in your heart. You could feel the remnants of rage that the girls before you held, but you had no such reservations.

Todoroki watches your people with you, his eyes distant and unfeeling. You didn't understand what he was thinking, but you could feel. Feeling wasn't your gift, not like how his gift was ice and fire, but you were always open to others feelings. So susceptible. It was heightened now in death.

“What is it you're thinking of princeling?” You ask.

“You said something when we meant yesterday. That I needed you.”

“I did.”

“Why do you think I need you?”

“You're lonely. You feel lost, like a ghost in a living body. Something is holding you prisoner.”

He glances at you from the side. “I’m not lost.”

“Then why do you have this look in your eyes, like you wish to be somewhere else. I felt a kindred spirit in you when I first crossed paths with you. Can you say you didn't feel the same?”

He doesn’t agree, but he doesn't disagree either. He simply stands up and begins to pace around the fountain, his hands clasped together behind him.

You lay down on the stones of the fountain, watching his pacing. As a saint, you couldn't help but feel pulled to the needy. It was strange knowing he needed you. That a prince could be so deeply wounded that he needed a saint’s help. But you couldn't rest until he was happy, until that dark ache inside of him was soothed.

“I.. I do not need you.” He says aloud, stopping across from you, the water fountain blocking your view of him. “I’ve already let go.”

“We both know that isn’t true.” You whisper, “I can feel you calling out. But I will be here for when you need me.”

“I don't-”

But you were already gone, and the sun was looming gold over the land.

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imagineabrighterworld · 3 years

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Married to Aizawa headcanons?

Married to Aizawa pt1 out of who knows how many

I love him send help

In the beginning

Aizawa isn't a big PDA man, he hides his emotions and desires very well, you happen to be one of those desires that he hides

The only one aware of your marriage is Yamada and that's only because he overheard you talking about forgoing a ceremony while he was on call with Aizawa

Yamada literally invited himself to your mini wedding

And by mini I mean mini

You really just had a little photoshoot in your backyard after you had your marriage licenses done with

You walked into this relationship knowing Aizawa wasn't one for showing off, so when he wore his wedding ring on a chain hidden under his shirt, you didn't take offense to it

He saw it as maintaining your safety, knowing that he has enemies that would jump at any signs of weakness, and he didn't want you to be tracked down because of a simple band of metal

That isn't to say he doesn't feel pride at marrying you

He enjoys it when the two of you are at home and he can lay his head on your lap, knowing he is safe as he closes his eyes and falls asleep

You absolutely love playing with his hair when he is like this

His students never know who it is that braids his hair or puts it up in a bun, but know that it’s you

You take movie nights with him very seriously

He goes on night patrols all the time {he's an underground hero so, that's kind of in his job description} but he takes nights with you just as seriously

You prepare the floor with fluffy blankets and enormous pillows, and prepare an array of snacks as you slide next to him and use the movie as an excuse to cuddle with him on the floor

Cooking with you is one of his favorite things to do

You both have a silent language, without speaking you already know what the other needs

Salt? It's already in his hand. Knife? You're already sharpening it for him

There are days where he comes home in the dead of night, days where he isn't home long enough to talk to you as you're already asleep, but those are the nights he’ll find a plate of food wrapped and waiting for him on the table

Overall, the beginnings of being married to Aizawa are the months that feel just like when you were dating, simple little things that speak words

After a few months of marriage

Aizawa, after some convincing that your friends knowing you're married won't lead to disaster, finally lets the other staff and friends know about your marriage

Needless to say they are over the moon and screaming {Yamada and Nemuri that is}

He leaves it up to you to deal with their phone calls of congratulations and well-wishes, his back against the wall as he listens to you speak to them with a vigor he knew he couldn't match

But on the inside it touched him how happy you were about all of their words

He knows you love him but it just cemented it further

He finally wears his ring on his finger, but leaves it at home when he goes on patrol, just in case

This means his students learn of his marriage

Class 1-A was always a riot, but he truly wasn't prepared to be bombarded by their shouts of glee and utter confusion

He later recounts the story of how Denki short circuited for half of the class and nearly sent four kids to Recovery Girl when his shock turned into literal shocks

You decide to pay a visit to his class one day to see them yourselves, a visit he begrudgingly approves of

Just so you can get his kids to stop peppering him with questions

At home and outside of the house, things change up a little

He doesn't admit to it, but he loves calling you his spouse

When it comes up in conversations that he's married to you, a warm feeling comes to being, he's reminded of your friendship and love and it brings a small smile to his face

He tries hiding how happy you make him when others are around, but there's no denying you make him feel like a better person

He takes better care of himself, attempting having a better sleep schedule, taking packed lunches the both of you prepared instead of only drinking juice packets, and generally getting a better mindset

When you're walking outside with him, you love intertwining your hands and brushing your arm against his as you stroll

Without noticing it, he always gives your hand a squeeze when you find stray cats, as if he subconsciously has to remind himself to stay by your side instead of trying to woo the cat to him

This prompts your decision to adopt a stray cat from one of the nearby shelters

Which leads to having four cats and one kitten because you both couldn't help yourselves

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imagineabrighterworld · 3 years

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Mask Maker pt.1

A/N: This is around the time of when Mr. Compress acted as a master thief. He is in a different group than the LOV, but they won't be mentioned much ^^; this is part one of a mini series

For @thesemimythril , hope you like it and sorry it took so long! The next part will be much more fluff oriented!

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Bandages covered your fingers, a multitude of colors to hide the nicks and scrapes you had on your skin. You were a carpenter, one who often got a little too close to your tools of choice.

When you had the time, you carved totems and masks, little things to sell in your shop for the people who weren't interested in buying your bigger pieces of work. It was a side hobby you indulged in. You liked the intricacies and patterns you could carve into the wood. People came by your workshop just to see your process.

You were proud to say you were a part of the artisan community in your area. A spot to visit when in the city.

This time around, you were working on a mask. But you had little inspiration for its design. It was a slow day, and not many people were passing by. It was quiet for a Saturday.

"Maybe this one will have to wait." You lower the mask onto your crafting table. You had orders to work on either way. Tables and chairs, dressers and frames, it was listless. But the mask would stay on your mind throughout the day while you worked.

Sooner than later as you were sanding down the leg of a chair, the bell at the front door chimes, signalling someone had entered the shop.

You peek your head over the seat of the chair, curious on who it was. Maybe it was one of the elderly couples that came every now and then with requests for animal carvings. Or one of your fellow shopkeepers. Or maybe it was simply a student who had nothing better to do.

It was neither of those. Standing in the doorway was a man with unruly black hair and brown eyes. He studied the room, staying in the doorway for a moment before finally taking a step forward. Immediately he takes the path to the masks in your glass display. He crouches to examine the lower festival themed masks before rising to see the more demure designs.

Your heart beats madly in your chest as he looks at you from the reflection on the glass. His smile is cat-like.

“Are you the creator of these?” He says smoothly as he turns around to face you. “They're finely crafted. I wasn't expecting such marvels when I was first told of your work.”

You let the low-blow slide as you swallow thickly. Why was the room suddenly so hot? Why was everything so heavy? Your mouth was dry as you rub your neck, forgetting the small pieces of wood that covered your gloves, wincing when a splinter of wood brushed against your skin.

“I- I make them as a side project.” You remove your gloves and dry your suddenly sweaty palms on your apron. “Were you interested in buying one?”

“Yes.” He draws near, giving a good amount of space between the both of you. “Though I was looking for something more simple.” His eyes fall on the blank mask on your table, eyes lighting up. “Something like this.” He picks up the polished piece of wood before looking at you with a wince. “My apologies, I should have asked permission to touch it first.”

“It's not a problem.” You assure him with a wave of your hand. Children had run inside your shop before, touching every display they could reach and nearly toppled them over in the process. You didn't mind him at all.

With your consent, he lifts the mask up to the light and inspects it. While it had no designs on the front, there was intricate curls and hollow spaces on the inside. It was made to be comfortable, even if it wasn't elastic like other masks.

The man grins. “Yes, this will do perfectly.” He reaches into his pocket. “How much do you want it for?”

Your brows furrow. “But it's not finished yet. It still needs its stain.” The mask was a light beige, but you wanted it to be a deeper mahogany color. “Are you sure you want it like that?”

He removes his wallet and hands you his card. “It’s perfect the way it is-” He brings his hand back as he taps the credit card against his lower lip. “Unless, you wouldn't mind customizing it a little?”

Peering at the nearly completed rocking chair behind you, you look upward as you count your fingers. You still had plenty of time to finish your orders. The mask wouldn't take even an hour of your time.

Depending on what he wanted done.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Something with a smile. Not your run of the mill clown faces. Something more.. interpretive.” He ends with a flourish of his hands. “Whatever strikes your fancy.”

You consider the item in his hands. The cat-like smile on his face. The way he held himself.

Smug. Confident. Not a shy bone in his body.

“I think I can do that for you.” You chew on your lip. “Would you like to return for it later or?”

He shakes his head. “I have nothing but time, my dear.”

You pull up a chair for the smiling stranger and sit on your stool, accepting the blank mask from his hold. Opening a drawer on your left, you remove a small tin of white paint and begin to coat the wood in even layers until it was completely opaque. Surprisingly, he stayed quiet the entire time.

Watching paint dry wasn't fun, even for you.

“I’m not boring you, am I?” You remove an even smaller tin of black paint and a thin round brush, dunking the tip in the paint and starting on the smiling design.

“Never. Watching a fellow artist doing their craft could never be anything less than magical.”

You laugh quietly, “I wouldn't say magical.”

“You create beautiful works of art out of blocks of wood. Your fingers never stutter, your lines are flawless,” Your hand hesitates, your focus suddenly focused on your hands now knowing he was watching them. A blush rises to your cheeks. “It is magic.”

“Thank you sir.”

“Atsuhiro.”

“Thank you Atsuhiro.” You finish your lines and set the brush aside before showing Atsuhiro your work. “It still has to dry, but will this do?”

“As I said before, it was already perfect.” His smug smile softens. “Perhaps I will come to you for another mask. I use them for my performances, you see.” He gives you his credit card and watches the mask as the new paint dries. All that was left keeping him in your shop was now the black paint.

Could paint dry slower if you willed it?

Alas, the paint dried and soon his mask was packaged in blue tissue paper and tucked away in a paper bag. You stand at the doorway with Atsuhiro standing across from you. The chill of the evening air did nothing to cool you off as the man winks at you.

“Until next time, my dear.”

“Until next time.”

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #mha mr compress #bnha mr compress #mha Atsuhiro sako #bnha atsuhiro sako #mr compress x reader #mha mr compress x reader #bnha mr compress x reader #lov x reader #league of villains x reader #have to admit its not really fluffy but I wanted to introduce them to each other first #it will become sappier as it goes #Mr. Compress is an absolute flirt but he gets boundaries #once he gets free reign though he would totally spoil you with compliments tho

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A Heart Meant for Two

A/N: A poly relationship between Hawks, Dabi, and the reader! Based on the song The Way You Say Hello by tiffi and City Girl ^^

“He said he loved her more than words, so instead of words he gave her flowers to observe”

Hawks was your first boyfriend to ever have a current boyfriend. It was an odd adjustment to get used to sharing your boyfriend with someone else, especially when you first met Dabi. But with some help, you got used to it quickly.

“Flowers?” You eye the bouquet of roses in Keigo’s hands. He had given you flowers before, but these felt like a bribe. You peer at him with suspicious eyes, snapping your book shut. “What did you do?”

“Can’t I buy my best girl some flowers?” The Winged Hero replaces your book with the flowers, flipping through the pages before tossing it to the side. As he sits down next to you, his wing instinctively wraps around you to pull you in.

You press yourself into his side and bury your nose in the flowers, breathing in their sweet scent. A small smile forms on your face. “Hmm.. You're either planning something stupid, or it's Dabi that is doing something stupid.”

“Kid-”

“It's Dabi isn't it.”

From the flash of blue light coming from outside and the nearing of police sirens, you know the answer.

“They were also on sale.” Keigo murmurs under his breath, turning his head to hide his blush of shame as you laugh.

It had been a full four months since you started dating the two of them and Keigo still thought you were woefully ignorant. But you were much more observant than he thought. You knew your other boyfriend was a villain, one that still had a long way to go if he was to be pardoned of his crimes- that is, if he wanted to be pardoned. It was that bit of information that you did stay ignorant on, you didn't want to lose sleep on something like that.

You sigh happily and give your boyfriend a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you.”

Later on, Dabi would return home with another bouquet of flowers. A bit crumpled from him jumping over fences, but still intact.

Your boyfriends were weird, but you loved them.

“She drew him pictures in a card, he said it was tacky and almost broke her heart”

Dabi was not a spoonful of sugar and sometimes he could be a bit blunt. Painfully blunt. How you got used to his silver tipped tongue? You didn't know. Maybe it was a skill you should add onto your resume.

Removing your heels at the front door, you slip on a pair of slippers and sneak your way into the house. Dabi was the only one at home, the main indicator being the lack of Keigo’s jacket on the wall hook while Dabi’s boots were tucked away in the corner.

You duck low as you hear a quiet snoring from the couch in the living room. With soft steps, you creep in on a sleeping Dabi and lean over the cushions to reach him.

His arm was slung over his eyes, his mouth parted slightly as he sighs. Sleeping Dabi was the softest you've seen him. He was always smirks and sharp lines, but when he was asleep he was so.. Soft.

“What do you want?” A low grumble rises from Dabi’s throat. He moves his arm to uncover an eye. The piercing blue cuts through you and leaves you halting in your movements. That's to say, you stopped your hand from removing a card from your purse.

“I wanted to give you something.” You pull out the card and offer it to him.

He shuts his eye and- goes back to sleep?

“Dabi?” You whisper.

He opens his eye again and swipes the paper from your hand with a huff. Dabi sits up before paying your card any mind. Flipping it open, he runs his eyes over the drawings inside.

“Is that supposed to be a cat?”

“It's a human.”

“ It's a human, she says.” Dabi chuckles, laying back down and covering his face with the card, resting his arms on his chest in a mummy like fashion.

"Do you like it?"

"It's garbage, babe."

It stung until you found it tucked away in his chest pocket while doing laundry a week later.

“I know he hates the way she does her hair”

You constantly changed your hairstyle. One day it was braided and the next it was in a high ponytail, or cropped to your chin. Every style looked good on you, but the day you started dying your hair was the day Dabi grew truly frustrated. Though.. Not for long.

“Dabi!” You yell from inside the bathroom, your white towel now shades of purple. “I think I messed up!”

“You think or you know , babe?” He hisses as he nears the bathroom. The lights were far too bright after he had been napping for two hours. It was nighttime, nearly one in the morning according to the clock on the wall. And you were doing your hair? When you had work the very next morning?

As soon as he witnesses your hair, he knows that you know just how badly it went. He holds onto the doorframe and laughs heartily, bending over slightly as his lungs begin to burn.

“Come on it's not that funny!”

“Your towel has more hair dye than your hair does!”

It was true. Your hair was supposed to be a deep indigo, but all that was left after rinsing off the excess dye was a few lavender streaks in your now stained platinum hair. You had went to get it bleached a few days ago and today was the day you were going to color it. How did it go so wrong? The hair dye was rated so highly!

Your face burns with embarrassment. You move to shut the door on him. “If you wont help me I’ll just-”

He moves his hand in time to stop you from closing the door and pushes it open further to let himself through. “I never said that, did I babe?” He breathes in slowly to ease his now stinging lungs. “Sit down, I'll do it for you. I have more practice.”

“I know she hates the way that he pretends to care”

Keigo wasn't without his own flaws. Dabi was the villain, but Keigo came with his own problems. They weren't too big, luckily, but it wasn't always easy being on the receiving end of his disinterest when he was tired.

You lay in defeat on the floor, your arms spread out with empty clothes hangers on your arms. Tonight was your high school reunion, a day you had been planning for since the email was first sent. The only thing you didn't have planned was your outfit. Which was why you wanted some input from your significant others, but unfortunately only Keigo was home.

Why was it unfortunate? He was tired. And when he was tired he never had much to say, or any energy to do anything other than breathe.

You look up at him from the floor and poke at his wing. “Keigoooo!”

Keigo was laying on his stomach, his right wing drooping downward as he attempted to sleep. “Mmnn..?”

“What do you think about this one?”

“It's beautiful.”

“You're not even looking.”

“Mm..”

“Birdbrain.”

“I know she'll slightly disagree on what he wears”

You loved Dabi’s odd sense of fashion and went shopping with him for matching outfits (something he said he hated, but would never stop you on doing), but Keigo.. had a special sense of fashion that always managed to confuse you. Maybe it was best you stopped going to him for his input.

"You'd think that being in magazine shoots would help you gain a fashion sense." You say from behind a fist, your hand curled to hide your grimace.

"They dress him. What do you think he'll learn?" Dabi chimes in from behind you. He laid on the bed with pillows propping him up in order to watch the show that was Keigo dressing for date night. It was a little game Dabi always liked to observe.

It wasn't that the clothes Keigo had were terrible. If they were in the right color they would look great. But.. they weren't in the right color.

They were every goddamn color in the rainbow.

Keigo looks at the vibrant pink and yellow jacket he was sporting and at the baby blue tank top he had on underneath. Vivid orange and purple peaked out from the windbreaker he wore underneath the jacket and you didn't want to know what other layer of clothing he had on under that .

"I think I look great."

"For a bird, babe." Dabi chuckles. "For a bird, you're a hot ticket."

"But not for a human Kei." You walk behind him and tug at the jacket. “Let’s just go with the other outfit.”

As it turned out, Keigo did have more in common with birds than just his wings. Bright colors were just as alluring to him as a bowl of seeds was for a sparrow. You kept this in mind for the next time you went shopping.

“I know he chokes when she sprays too much perfume in the air”

Your boyfriends knew they were difficult and could be major pains in the ass, but for once they would appreciate it if you didn't try killing them with your perfume. They knew it wasn't intentional, but how could you not notice the whole house smelled like you?

“Question.” Dabi rests his chin on top of your head while looking at you in the mirror. “You know what my quirk is, right?”

“I do.”

“And you know what fire does when in contact with alcohol, right?”

Now you look up at him, squinting your eyes at him as you lower your brush onto the sink counter. “Yes.. it's basic safety measures. Alcohol is extremely flammable.”

“Do you know what perfume has?” Your boyfriend smirks. He curls a lock of your hair around his finger and gives it a small tug.

You slap his hand away and turn around to look at him directly. You cross your arms and lean against the counter. He was being coy, but it was too early in the morning for this. He never stalled you from getting ready to go to work. “It has alcohol. What about it?”

He cages you in his arms, leaning in and letting a flicker of blue flame light the side of his face. But unlike usual, blue flames burst in the air for a split second, the sudden flash of heat startling you enough to bump into him as you jump away from the counter. Dabi turns off his flames and pecks you on the cheek.

“Unless you want the house to burn down, I'd stop spraying so much perfume, babe.”

After work you end up buying an alcohol-free perfume.

“But she likes the way it feels when he's right there”

After the third attempt at sleeping in the same queen sized bed at the same time, Keigo and Dabi decided to buy a new bed without you knowing. It went well until you came home early to them attempting to assemble the frame without instructions. But once it was put together and finished, you had to admit you liked the result.

“No more facefuls of feathers!” You squeal with joy as you leap onto the bed and spread your arms out, enjoying the spaciousness of it all.

Dabi sits down on your left while Keigo takes your right. He flicks your forehead to catch your attention and motions for you to tuck in your arm so he could lay down next to you. “Now you get why he doesn’t get to sleep in the middle?” He pulls you into a hug while flipping Keigo off from over your shoulder.

Keigo flops onto the bed, his wings spread out and covering the two of you like a tarp. “You're just jealous baby.”

You wriggle around and lay with your back against Dabi’s chest. Pushing his wing away, you stick your tongue out at Keigo. “Jealous of being attracted to stop signs?”

“It's a sexy red.”

“What about mirrors?”

“I’m a sexy man.”

“Birdbrain.” Keigo huffs and moves closer to the both of you, wrapping his wing to engulf the both of you. “The bed was my idea you know.”

“I know.” You admit. “Dabi doesn't care if he smooshes us to death.”

“Ouch.” Dabi murmurs from your hair.

It's not long after that you fall asleep in their arms, completely content to spend the rest of your night between the two of them. But when the winter came, you and Keigo agreed to keep Dabi in the middle to act as a heater.

“She loves him so much it's absurd”

It was winter when your boys began to grow more busy. Sometimes you would go to sleep alone, but you didn't let it get to you. You knew they visited the house when they could. What else would explain the endless supply of your favorite flowers in vases by the window or boxes of your favorite chocolates on the table when they weren't there when you left? The nights you did get to see them, you enjoyed their presence to the fullest.

Keigo squeezes his eyes shut in annoyance as he hears his phone ringing once more. It was the third time in a row, and he knew he couldn't go on ignoring it anymore. Being a hero meant sacrificing down time. It meant sacrificing time with you.

“Kei.”

“Yeah?”

“It's okay.” You keep your eyes shut as you trace swirls along his back in the area between his wings. “I understand you need to leave.” You knew you couldn’t keep him forever. It wasn't right. People needed him. He saved people. It was like keeping a firefighter from putting out a fire right in front of him. If they were calling Keigo so adamantly then it must be important.

Keigo presses a kiss to your temple and releases his hold on you, letting you lay on your back as he tugs on his jacket and prepares to exit the room.

“I love you.” You say from under the still warm blankets.

“I love you too.” He smiles from over his shoulder, eyes pained.

What did he do to deserve you?

“He thinks it's cute that her singing is the worst he's ever heard”

After a whole month away from the two of you, Dabi had to admit that he missed Keigo’s stupid face and your singing. Was it good singing? No. But did he miss seeing you enjoy yourself? Yeah. Yeah he did.

Dabi sat outside the house, listening to your singing from his spot under the tree. He had yet to enter the house and opted instead to stay under the shade. He would have to leave again soon, so he saw no point in raising your hopes only to let you down.

A feather jabs at him from behind.

“You should go in and see her. She misses you.” Keigo lands beside him, lifting his goggles from his face. He crouches in front of him, running his gloved fingers through Dabi’s hair. “We both miss you.”

Dabi leans into his touch. How many times did he find himself missing it? Keigo was his first love after such a long time, but now there was you too. You both made him weak.

“I’ll be home soon.”

“And the way she’ll close her eyes, when she's nervous and just about to cry”

Keigo and Dabi didn't always agree on everything. That was a given when one was a hero dating a villain. But what they constantly agreed on was making sure you were kept out of the fray.

The shopping district was utterly decimated and all you felt was heat. A sweltering heat that couldn't be put out. Blue flames surrounded you on all sides, flames you knew instinctively were Dabi's.

"What's going on?!" You yell as debris falls around you, Dabi was just there- you could've sworn you saw him! It had to be him! Where else did the flames come from?

A hand wraps around your bicep and pulls you upward, the familiar sight of red wings takes up your vision as you look at Keigo. He was covered in ash and his goggles were cracked in half atop his head. He squinted through the smoke that was building in the air.

"The League is here. I'm getting you home."

"What about Dabi?! He's here, we need to bring him home too!" You look behind you at the structure that began to cave in on itself, all you could see was blue. "He's in there!"

"And so is Shigaraki! You can't be here kid!"

"We cant leave him! Please Keigo!" Tears blur your vision as all you can think about was how burnt Dabi's skin already was. What would being in the center of that fire do to him then? What kind of state would he return to you in?

"I'm sorry kid.. He's the one who warned me you were there.."

“He likes the way she plays songs on repeat”

Keigo watched as you grew more and more despondent, shutting down as more time passed that Dabi was gone. Japan was in an uproar, and it kept calling him back to patch it up each time villains showed. Japan was like an open wound that wouldn't stop bleeding. However, this changes one day as he comes home to hearing the sound of music blasting on your speakers.

Lights were strung up from the front door to the living room to the bedrooms, fairy lights dotted every inch of the house. Keigo tucked his wings in taunt to his body to keep them from getting tangled in the haphazardly placed lights. While he loved bright colors, it was almost too much for his eyes. Where were you?

"Kid?" He calls out, ducking underneath bluebell lights. "Please tell me you're still alive in here?"

The song on the speaker repeated on itself, which was odd with how clunky it sounded, but he learned to like it once he found you.

If choppy music was what it took to bring a smile back on your face, it was worth it.

He found you taping up lights in the bathroom while singing under your breath, mascara smudged but a smile still on your face. You look at him with your hundred gigawatt smile. It threw him for a loop, the sudden hope in your eyes when only yesterday you were crying yourself to sleep.

"Its for when he comes back. Want to help me?"

Keigo takes the loop of lights from your hands and nods.

"Make some room kid."

“He likes the way they flow together like electricity”

Covering the house in Christmas lights was actually a fun distraction for the both of you while Dabi was gone. Keigo was in charge of the higher lights that covered the rooftop, but you had plenty of fun stringing them around the plants surrounding the house. After finishing your impromptu decorating, you both decide to spend the rest of the night in the living room.

"Just follow my steps, baby."

"If I followed you I'd end up on my face." You laugh while holding onto his shoulders as you both hovered in the air, his wings flared open to keep you both afloat. What steps was he even talking about? For the past ten minutes he just held you both up and spun in a lazy circle. His wings were doing all the work while his feet did nothing.

"I’ll make you soar kid." He winks at you. "One day you'll see. I’ll take you to dance sessions and everything."

"I'll hold you to it."

“He likes her ringtone and the way she'll say hello”

When it came to being part of the League, Dabi had to be careful on what information he let loose. They couldn't know about his relationships. If Shigaraki knew then he would most definitely use it to his advantage. Dabi had two weak points and that was you and Keigo. But when he was out with the LoV, he had his ways of being with you.

“Hello! This is my voicemail, which means I'm probably busy right now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP! Have a good day!”

Dabi holds his phone limply in his hand, looking up at the cracking ceiling of the League's current hideout. He had to make face for now, which meant staying away from you and Keigo for a while. Still, he had his phone, one thing he was glad Giran gave him after he burnt his old one accidentally. He knew you were busy, and he had no intention of talking to you while on the job, but to hear your voice was enough for him.

Weeks later, he welcomes the sound of your voice as you greet him, receiving him back into the house with open arms.

"Whats with all lights?" He laughs in response to your face nuzzling into his chest and feathers lifting the both of you to Keigo who stood in the doorway.

"Its to a bright future."

“He likes the way her hands feel even if they're cold”

Dabi couldn't blame you for having cold hands, but he found it cute how you were so insecure about being cold all the time. He loved how you latched onto him rather than Keigo when the temperature began to drop. Maybe it was the fact that he was gone for so long that he didn't mind being clung to. But somehow he found himself in situations he wasn't sure how to handle.

“How long am I going to be in the middle for?” He mumbles under his breath as the two of you cling to him from underneath piles of blankets.

“Until winter is gone.” You state simply.

“It isn't winter yet.”

“Did she stutter?” Keigo grumbles from under the sheets.

Eventually he would grow tired of it, but for now he let the two of you do what you wanted. He was home after all.

“And when she’s away from him, she’s away from home”

After two years of dating you knew you could never return to being without your boys. They were yours.

You reach upward, feeling the familiar rough texture of Dabi's scars along his neck and under his eyes. You drag your your thumb softly under his eye, breathing in his scent. From behind you, you could feel Keigo's breath fanning across your neck.

It was a lazy day today. No one needed them, no one needed you, it was just you and them. How long would the peace last? How long until one of your boys were called away? How long until one of them lost a battle?

No, you wouldn't think of that. For now, it was just you and them.

And that was alright with you.

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imagineabrighterworld · 3 years

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Normally I don't reblog to my main account but I can't help but swoon! (´｡• ω •｡`) ♡ Kurogiri is one of my favorite members of the LOV and especially in this I love the idea of him just wanting someone for closeness? Personally I'm asexual so I don't crave that kind of affection very often at all but I just felt it in my wires, the tender moments when he just holds her, it's so tooth rotteningly sweet! Love love love!

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summary: you decide to sign up for what you think is a date night auction for some spare cash.

pairing: kurogiri/reader

word count: 2,665

notes: AU, no specific setting. not beta read and different than how I’m used to writing. hope you enjoy!

★ written for the Citrus Dome Collab - check out other entries here!

★ also posted on AO3!

warnings: mentions of sensory overload (not related to bedroom activities), intimacy, no smut.

The stage lights were blinding and hot. They seared into your skin and made the edges of your vision fuzzy.

You felt like the very act of existing was generating sweat and you prayed that your makeup would hold.

Not that you really wanted to be in this situation, now that the reality of it was setting in, but it was a matter of principle.

You were looking for some extra cash on the side and a friend of a friend had mentioned an auction night that was coming up that paid handsomely. You had thought that it was a date night type of auction, but once you saw the auction location (a revamped warehouse), you weren’t so sure.

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#bnha x reader #mha x reader #kurogiri x reader #bnha kurogiri #mha kurogiri #i may or may not be in love with Kurogiri #it cannot be proven in court but I'll be damned if this doesnt prove it because I'm absolutely wooed #is it possible to be wooed by a cloud man?#yes #yes it is

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imagineabrighterworld · 3 years

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Nothin’ On You // Sero x Shy!Reader

A/N: Kinda long! But I owe Sero for taking so long on finishing this! Hope you like it! ^^

The first time you meet is for a school project

In middle school he was the cool guy that got along with pretty much everyone. At first you would hide away, which was easy with a quirk like yours. You would turn translucent and mute according to your mood, so every time you tried to muster up the courage to talk to him when he passed you by in the halls, you would completely disappear. It was a game of chance to see who was paired with who when the fated project came up, but when you were paired with Sero you almost entirely disappeared off of the face of the earth. You begin to wonder if you could escape class without being noticed when he makes his way over and plops down in the seat next to you.

"Name's Hanta Sero, what's yours?"

Your face flushes, body turning translucent for a split second before you take his hand and shake it. "It's..." Your voice fails you. Of course it had to happen now. Your quirk just had to be a two-in-one kind of deal.

Lifting a finger, you scribble your name down on a loose piece of paper and offer it to him.

He looks at the scrap of paper with curiosity. “Cute name.” He looks back to you. “Is that your quirk? The..?” He motions to his body and mouth.

You nod sagely.

He beams. "Nice to meet you."

The tension in your shoulders lessen. Grabbing your textbook and one of your notebooks made for this type of situation, you write down several questions before pointing to the textbook pages.

He reads each message, surprisingly more patient with your quirk than others. Some expected you to push past it or get over your shyness, but he went with it. It made you feel.. valid. Like your quirk wasn't a burden.

“Sounds like we'll be having a few all nighters on this one, Mr. Takeshi expects waaay too much of us if he wants this done in a week.” Sero looks at you curiously. “What do you think? We could do it at one of those 24/7 cafes nearby.”

Feeling yourself relaxing, you realize you've returned to being opaque as you nod in agreement. "Sounds like a plan."

His smile brightens. "Hey, your voice is pretty cute too chica!"

This time you're glad you disappear from sight, hands covering your mouth as he laughs heartily.

The project was an odd success

After your initial shock and shyness of being paired up with Sero, you both were a rather successful couple when it came to academics. You split the work equally and helped each other when either of you needed it. While he wasn't always the brightest, he always managed to put a smile on your face when you were studying long into the night, when your eyelids grew too heavy and your will to study lessened. When the day of the presentation came and you both took to the front of the class, it was his support that kept you from disappearing out of fright. However, now that it was over, you were surprised he still wanted to hang out with you, even if it wasn't required anymore.

“Oi, chiquita bonita! Over here!” Sero waves to you from across the classroom. He was sitting in his normal spot with his usual clique, and normally you didn't mix with them. They seemed nice, but it was always awkward when you joined him. You felt like they only tolerated you because of him.

Gathering your items, you shuffle out of your desk space and join him, blushing slightly as he scoots his seat to the side to make space for you right next to him. You could feel the burning stares of the girls surrounding him. You held on though, focusing on staying opaque, knowing he would try getting to the bottom of why you were nervous. Oh if only he knew how hated you were by his clique of girls.

“We did pretty good on the presentation didn't we?” He asks while draping an arm across the back of your chair, his body completely at ease. “Even the cabrón was impressed.”

You smack him lightly on the back of his head. You didn't know a lot of spanish, if at all, but you picked up some slang from the boy next to you. “Don't be mean Hanta, he's not all that bad.”

The girls’ hiss at your action, but Sero only laughs and tugs you closer under his arm. “Lo siento cariño. I'm sorry, but it's not my fault he has a stick up there.” He gestures upward with his middle finger.

You knew if you tried speaking, your voice would have fizzled out like a drop of water on a hot stove.

After the project you two were nearly inseparable, everyone knew you and Sero were an item (even if you both didn't see it)

“Dios mio! What did we do to earn this princesa?”

You turn around to the source of the voice, pausing on decorating the stage of the auditorium. It was Sero, you could tell immediately by his voice, but what you didn't understand was the context of his words. What was he talking about?

The confusion must have shown on your face as he moves closer and climbs onto the stage, walking up to you until he was by your side. “You're all dolled up. What's the occasion?” He holds you by the shoulders and peers behind you as well, earning a pinch on his cheek.

“It's the dance this week, remember? But the play is before, so we have to set up so it's all ready for the night. That means dress rehearsals too.” You were a part of the theatre group, an odd choice for someone who disappears when they get stage fright, but you were heavily invested in what you did. It was a passion you indulged.

“Aye, yeah I forgot about that.” Sero rubs his neck and looks at the ground, deep in thought. At least for two minutes. After the two minutes he peeks at you with a mischievous grin. ”Wanna go to the dance with me?”

To your credit, you manage to stay opaque while your heart beats wildly in its cage. “Thats a dumb way of asking me out.” You mutter while sliding down from the stage, nearly cutting yourself on one of the loose planks.

“¡Cuidado!” He holds his arms out, ready to help you down. “I don't want my date to get hurt you know?”

“I can still dance in a cast.” You brush off his concern with a rare smile. Crushes aside, you appreciated his friendship and concern.

“The fuck is this, Romeo and Juliet? Get a room!” A classmate yells from the lighting stage, laughing when you flip them the bird.

Sero joins in the laughter, leaving soon after apologizing to your classmate. Said classmate meets you in front of the stage, arms crossed and looking back and forth between you and the now closed auditorium door.

“So are you guys dating now?”

“No, we're just friends.” You rub your neck, feeling the translucency crawl up your neck. But it couldn't wipe away the smile on your face.

You gravitate towards each other

Stretching your arms in front of you, you twist your body to the right and sigh as you feel a pop. You didn't particularly like gym class but it was nice to get a good stretch.

Looking around at the field in front of you, you wave at the occasional friendly face. You had friends in this class, which made it even more bearable.

"Hola princesa!"

Sero?

Turning around you grin at the familiar face. You run to the fence blocking you in, gripping it as you watch your friend run to you. He holds your hand through the fence, a normal occurance and a habit you've grown fond of.

"What are you doing here?" You question while turning your hand in order to squeeze his, heart fluttering when you see the small tinge of pink on his cheeks.

"Just here to say hi. My next class is in E block." He peers over your shoulder. You were about the same height, somewhere around 5'4, so you relished being able to see him eye to eye (mostly) while it lasted. He grew a bit over the break of your first year. "Playing anything?"

"Volleyball." You shiver. "I'm team captain, but I suck at it." Who would you pick? Would you actually be a good leader? You feel your voice leave you as you begin to rival that of an onion skin, growing more and more invisible.

A small pinch on the back of your hand pulls you back to reality. Sero waggles a finger, tisking at you. "Don't sweat it, you'll do great." He squeezes your hand before backing up, walking backwards as he heads to class. "Just breathe princesa!"

"Got it." You whisper to yourself, waving to him as you watch him enter the building across from you.

Sadly by the end of your second year, he had grown taller, leaving you craning your neck to look at him.

When he entered U.A. you still cheered him on

Graduating middle school was tough when you split off into different schools. You knew you would keep in contact, but it was so much harder to spend time together when you didnt attend the same schools. Still, with each video chat and phone call, with each text, you showered him with all your love and support. He wanted to be a hero, and you were happy to support him with that dream!

You: Saw you on the tv, you were amazing!

Sero: thanks 😙 still lost tho 😅😅😁😁

You: Yeaaah🤔 but you still looked really cool! Still, didn't realize you were strong enough to pull that Todoroki guy that way 🧐

Sero: Im just full of surprises princesa 😘

Sero mentioned you often to his friends

You were mentioned in at least one conversation a day, it didn't matter the context, you just sort of popped up. What could he say, he loved you! You were his go to for support and someone he truly valued. Plus you weren't crazy like his classmates.

“You keep talking about her but we've never actually seen her.” Mina leans forward on her palm as she sips at her milk tea. “You're not lying about her are you?” She wiggles her eyebrows, eliciting a laugh from Sero.

“Course she's real.”

Kirishima lays his head on the table of the booth they were at, looking at Sero with confusion. “Got proof? It’s not manly to lie to your friends bro.” Sure he believed in his friend, but after a year of just hearing about a special girl, it was hard to keep believing without some form of proof.

Sero holds up a finger as he pulls out his phone. Placing it flat on the table, he pushes the power button and watches his friends faces light up as they view his lock screen. It was a picture of you.

“Woah! Who's the hot chick?” Kaminari asks excitedly as he returns from the bathroom. “Is she single?”

Sero powers off his phone before smacking a piece of tape on his friend’s mouth, surprisingly feeling a twinge of anger at his words. You were his best friend! He had to protect you!

On the inside he knew his anger was from deeper feelings, but for now it was just from the fact that he may need to defend your innocence from his own schoolmate. You were so shy, he knew Kaminari’s flirting would be too much for you.

“Yeah, no cabrón. She's taken.”

You were there for his graduation

Needless to say, you were at his graduation! It was difficult to find him amidst the crowds of families wanting to take pictures of their children and siblings, and even some heroes wanting to say their goodbyes! You were absolutely bombarded and neigh invisible after overthinking the whole thing, so when you finally found him you were stunned into invisibility when his friends jumped you.

“Ohmygodohmygodit'sactuallyyouuuuuu!” Mina screams as she pulls you into her, squeezing the life out of you before you can get a breath out.

The boys were much gentler, but just as excited. Especially Kaminari.

“Hey it’s the hot girl- more like the gone girl, what's happening?” He questions as you disappear from sight, your voice completely AWOL.

Sero smacks his face as he curses his friends out. “Chingues! Give my girl some space hijos de perras!”

Mina gives you enough space to breathe but holds you much like one would a hostage. For a hero course student, you believed that she would have done very well as a villain.

“Nope! We get to meet this girl of yours, Tape Boy!” She looks down at you, squinting to try making out where your face would be, unknowingly glaring directly at you. “He talks about you almost nonstop yet you haven't visited us at all, how unfair is that?” Mina grins.

You come into focus, your voice a mere squeak as you brush some hair out of your face. “A little? I should've visited..” You introduce yourself to his cadre, your name stumbling off your lips.

“Hot and shy? What a cutie!” Kaminari hugs you from your available side where Mina wasn't holding you in a headlock.

A whip of tape smacks the blonde and sends him reeling back to Sero who holds him in a similar hold Mina was holding you.

Your friend ruffles Kaminari's hair in a somewhat violent manner, grinning at him with threatening eyes. "Go easy on her cabrón. She's not used to so many people doting on her."

They were doting on you? You tilt your head and look at Mina who was still examining you. "I don't think I deserve to be doted on, that's not what's going on here right?"

"Of course not, but you and I are gonna have some girl time while the boys get us a spot at a restaurant! You're gonna tell us all about how you and Tape Boy here met!" She chirps excitedly, pulling Bakugou in with her free arm as he tries escaping past her.

You feel a drop of sweat as you accept your fate, watching Bakugou attempt to wrangle his way to freedom. "Sure, sounds nice."

Sero made it rather big as a hero, see, he wasn't the strongest hero but he was very popular

He had always been popular, so it made sense to you when his ranking kept going up and up until he was in the high twenties. You knew he was good at what he did, being a source of smiles even in dark times, but it always brightened your day when you heard your coworkers mention him in passing.

“Have you heard about the hero Cellophane yet?”

“Yeah! I think I saw him around yesterday. He was eating soba with Shoto.”

You look backwards to see the faces of your junior coworkers. They were in a different department than you, but you enjoyed chatting with them every now and then. Mostly when it came to heroes as you had somewhat of an insiders look.

Had you forgotten to mention you were friends with Sero- Cellophane?

You debated whether to tell them over tea one day until you heard their next words.

“He’s kind of hot isn't he?”

... Maybe you would keep the secret to yourself.

As a hero he makes time to drop into your life, sometimes randomly

What else was to be said? Really?

A blur flashes by your face, causing you to yelp in shock, stepping back and nearly falling onto the unforgiving pavement. Luckily, said blur created a swing of tape just in time to catch you, pulling you forward and bringing you into his arms.

“Lo siento mi corazón! I didn't mean to make you fall.” Sero grins at you, his arm wrapped securely around your waist. He definitely meant to make you fall, you could see the mischief behind his eyes.

“As if Hanta.” You pinch him on the cheek, a smile coming to your face when he whines. “Look I’m happy to see you but I've got to get to work on time today, no funny business.”

“No funny business?” He repeats after you, rubbing his chin in thought. “Then I guess I’ll have to escort you to make sure you get to work on time.”

Your eyes widen as you feel his hold grow tighter and more secure as he holds you flush against him. Oh no. “Wait Sero-!”

And just like that, you were in the air, swinging from building to building with him propelling you both forward. You attempt to scream at him but your voice is lost along the way as you hear the clicking of cameras.

Oh god they were taking pictures.

“Niña don't worry! We’re almost there!”

Luckily for you, you were never caught on camera. So your quirk did have some uses.

The media was sure he had a partner

The photos really ended up getting him in hot water as every interview he did, the topic of romance was brought up. Fans would notice he would avoid the topic of love, but on his social media he would constantly mention a girl. No one knew who this girl was, but fans and news stations were determined to wring it out of him.

Once the red light of the on-air button was out, the reporter in front of Sero swiftly covers the mic pinned to her lapel and scoots to the edge of her seat. Sero watches in quiet amusement as the whole station becomes silent. Weird. But he knew why they grew quiet so fast. They wanted information, and if even the news anchor waiting for his time to come up stopped his boisterous laughter, it must've been important.

“Off the record. Do you have a secret sweetheart stashed away somewhere Cellophane?”

Oh. This again.

He stretches his arms in front of him as he runs through his normal excuses and dodges for this question. All still viable and working, but.. Maybe he could give a little hint. The media was on his ass about this after those photos were taken of him and his girl, so it was only right to clear the air right?

“Turn on the cameras. I’ll give this to you.”

You were crushed when he admitted he did have a sweetheart (of sorts) and even more so when the media suspected it to be the Stealth Hero: Invisible Girl

The media did end up getting a bit of info out of him and when you heard about this special girl your heart couldn't help but crack under the thought of him distancing himself from you to be with her. You treasured your friendship with him, romantic or not, you didn't want it to end. Because of this fear, you are the one who starts to close yourself off.

“Chiquita, what's wrong?” Sero follows you as you make your way to the kitchen, a bowl of chocolate coated pretzels in your arms. “Are you sick? I can stop by the pharmacy for you.”

“N-No, its okay. I'm not sick..” You back up when you see his arm stretched outward, flinching when the back of his hand meets your forehead.

He hums. “No fever.”

You push past him, abandoning the bowl of chocolatey treats on the counter. You felt yourself becoming frustrated. Not with him, but with yourself. His opinion meant the world to you- he was your best friend! And you were letting this relationship of his get to you. How petty could you be? He did nothing wrong. In fact, you should be happy for him, finally dating his high school sweetheart.

But the thought of him dating Invisible Girl- the irony of him dating an invisible girl- was just too much for your heart to take at the moment.

You had no way to take out this frustration. So it was reflected onto him.

“Cariño-”

“Please!” You slam your hands on the counter, voice fading in and out as you hide your face in the collar of your turtleneck. “Please.. Just go.”

The apartment was quiet, filled with only your ragged breathing as you hold in your rampant emotions. When he leaves with a silent goodbye, you're unsure if the breaking sound surrounding you is just in your head or if something truly reached into you and tore your heart to pieces.

He makes it very clear who that sweetheart is

Finally, he announces just who captured his heart. It was live on a jumbo screen, playing as you were out getting “groceries” for the nights dinner.

The hollow feeling in your chest wasn't easing, and it definitely wasn't made any better when you saw the Stealth Hero on the television next to her team. Though your calves were certainly doing better with how much speed walking you would do when you passed by convenience stores with tabloids lining their windows, photos of Sero and Invisible Girl on the front.

Work went by dreadfully slow, and lunch went by just as uneventfully as usual. You ignored the chatter of your coworkers, uninterested in what they had to say.

After the report came out, no one was talking about the top heroes anymore. They all were focused on the potential lovers and what other secret admiring the heroes had in their ranks. If other heroes were hiding their own affairs. If the popular Cellophane could hide his romance, maybe someone like Deku or Shoto could be too.

“We’re going out for drinks later, want to come with?” Your junior asks as she slings her purse strap over her shoulder. “Jin is paying~”

You respond with a polite smile. “No thanks. I’m going straight home.”

- - -

Going straight home was the plan, but in the end you had to make a quick trip to the nearest grocery store for dinner. Something quick, as you didn't have the energy to make something complicated.

Which meant you ended up buying only instant ramen.

It was on your way back, crossing a busy sector when the sound of your friend on the jumbo screen caught your attention.

“She's my corazón. Mi vida.”

You look up at the screen, stopping in your tracks.

Sero was blushing, a shy smile on his face, but his eyes were lit up with joy. You heart pulses rapidly in your chest, a blush creeping up your cheeks. You had never seen him so flustered, it was always the other way around.

“I’ve loved her since middle school. I never wanted to drag her into this, so I never confirmed her name- but its not Invisible Girl!” He amends quickly, looking at the reporter with a knowing look. He wags his finger, his infamous cocky smile replacing the twitterpated look from earlier.

“Sure, she has a similar quirk, which is how those photos came to be.” He leans back in his chair.

“You want to know her name right? I guess it wouldn't hurt to say. I’ve kept it hidden for so long, but here it is.”

And then he said it.

He said your name.

Looking directly at the screen, he smiles gently, eyes full of the warmth you've been craving ever since you were paired for that project years ago.

“Ella es mi tesoro. She is my treasure.”

Extra:

Racing home, you're not surprised when you find the lights on in your apartment. In fact, it only spurs you forward.

Yanking open the unlocked door, you drop your groceries and launch yourself into Sero’s arms as he held them open for a hug.

He was sweaty from rushing from the news station to your apartment, but neither of you were concerned about it as you laugh. You laugh at the tape still clinging to his clothes, you laugh at the ramen spilling out of your grocery bags, you laugh at your tears.

You laugh at how long it took for you both to finally admit how much you loved each other.

“Mi corazón.” He pulls back from the hug and cups your cheek, looking at you with love softened eyes. “I love you.”

Tears brim your eyes.

You speak in the clearest voice you've ever spoken in. Skin bright and flushed pink.

“I love you too.”

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If you still do some requests, could you do a Mr. Compress fic that isn't n/s/f/w? Nothing wrong with it, and honestly I still love your style. But fluff, ya know?

Requests are still open and encouraged! I’d be happy to do a fluffy fic for Mr. Compress because honestly he needs some more love （〃￣∇￣）It may take a few days though, as I’m working on something for Sero, but as soon as that’s done I’ll get straight to it! ヽ(•̀ω•́ )ゝ✧

#Videl Vision #I really should be finishing up on Sero but I’m stuck #qwq #but he’ll be done soon!#my boy will have his day!

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Sunshine in the Night pt. 5

It wasn't often that Tokoyami encountered villains while out on a walk, especially on the rare breaks from school. It was almost ironic that he met more villains because of school than out of it. But it was Sunday night when he was thrown into a fight with several villains fresh from escaping a bank.

"Stay where you are and I will not have to resort to violence!" The Jet-Black hero in training shouts at the trio, Dark Shadow already covering him like an impenetrable armor.

The leader laughs, arms full of bags of cash. “You're scarin’ no one kid! Get outta the way if you don't want to get hurt!” From his skin, small missiles are launched in random directions, aimlessly exploding and causing havoc for the civilians around them.

Dark Shadows arms lengthen and catch the missiles headed toward the people still left in the area, crushing them into itself, not minding the explosion as it detonates in itself. It was nighttime, meaning Dark Shadow had plenty of strength to tank a few small explosions. Maybe it had Bakugou to thank for that.

Tokoyami runs at the leader, evading his missiles and weak kicks with his fluid agility. The criminal grunts and drops the money to free his arms, but he only leaves himself open as the young hero plants a well placed hit to his solar plexus, causing the villain to double over in pain.

With another hit, Tokoyami sends the leader into unconsciousness. Taking no chances, he uses his body weight to hold down the villain, his knee planted on the villains back while binding his arms in a tight hold.

“Shit!”

Tokoyami turns his attention to one of the three villains, his eyes narrowing with anger. The lackey’s fists were covered in blood, and there was no questioning where it came from.

Seeing the look on Tokoyami’s face the two lackeys merge into one, setting their sights on fleeing before any more heroes arrive. “Lets get out of here!” But as they merge and grow to a towering height, their body collides with the electrical post next to them, the wires tangling in their hair and around their neck. With a pained shriek, they flail their body and break the transmission lines, effectively sending the city into darkness.

He was calm.

Was.

A familiar thrum of power floods Tokoyami as Dark Shadow roars to life, gathering power from the darkness around them. It lifts the villain underneath their grasp and squeezes him in it's claws. The sound of bones grinding against each other would haunt Tokoyami forever.

“Dark Shadow- Stop this!” Tokoyami struggles to pull himself together as Dark Shadow engulfs him. He felt like he was drowning, and all he could hear were the terrified screams of the civilians he had been protecting.

Now they needed protection from him.

What kind of cruel irony was that?

He didn't know what was going on on the outside. He had no sense of time as he vaguely feels Dark Shadow lumber forward, doing who knows what. Muffled screams of fear were all that he could take count of.

It was his own personal hell being stuck inside Dark Shadow.

He felt monstrous.

Like a villain.

It was only when a flare was shot at Dark Shadow that he understood where the dark being was headed.

The familiar face of Hound Dog pierced through the dark, he could make out a flare gun in the counselors hand.

All he remembered next was how loud Dark Shadow screamed when the lights of U.A. shown upon them both, effectively sending the being reeling back into him.

- - -

It was silent the next day, and no one knew how to comfort their classmate. No hello’s got through to him, no invitations to lunch, no jokes or jabs even incited a chuckle. Nothing.

He looked haunted, and they knew if they didn't get through to him soon, he would be in an even worse state.

With hushed whispers, the students leave the classroom to go to lunch, leaving him alone as he stays still in his seat, his fists clenched and shaking.

But they didn't leave to escape him. No, they left to bring in a gentle reinforcement. You.

“Hey.”

Tokoyami opens his bloodshot eyes. Forcing himself to look at you, he couldn’t hide the tiredness he felt. He couldn't force himself to lie to you. But couldn't force himself to speak either.

You take a seat in front of him, sitting backwards in order to face him. The others had informed you of what happened. It was hard to imagine the normally chipper Dark Shadow to be so violent, to both Tokoyami and to a villain, but it only took a look at him to know they were not exaggerating.

“I want you to know, it's okay to be angry.”

Nothing.

“It's okay to feel angry and upset. To feel used- because I know that look. You told me about your training camp. When Dark Shadow got out of control. How you felt used, like your body wasn't your own. I understand.”

A twitch of a hand.

“But what happened wasn't your fault. You didn't cause damage to do damage. You stepped up to be a hero, and something out of your control happened. That doesn't make you a monster Yami.”

“I could have killed him.” His voice is strangled as it comes out, forced and choppy. He hisses. “I could have killed everyone there, and it would be my fault.”

You stay quiet, waiting for him to continue. But when he doesn't, you inhale and keep going, trying to find the center of what he was feeling.

“Do you see yourself as a monster?”

“Am I not one?” He looks at you intensely, eyes crazed with anguish. “Am I the cage, or am I the lion?”

There it was, the issue he had been burying since the night of the incident. You found it. His breaking point.

You reach out for his hands, using no force at all in order to open them to hold them in your own. Bloody crescents marred his palms where he had dug his nails into his flesh, but for now you ignored it.

Looking him in the eyes, you affirm to him. “You are no monster. You are a hero. You can choose what you want to be Yami, this doesn't control you.” You squeeze his hands and bring them close, hoping your warmth would warm his cold hands. It was as if his body was refusing him comfort. So you would do it for him.

“Forget about what could have been, and think of what can be. That's what is important. What you can do now.” Again you squeeze his hands. Vaguely, you feel him squeeze back. “You can train harder. You can prepare for blackouts and dark nights. You can do so much, Yami. But don't look at the things out of your control.”

A quivering exhale brings your attention to his face. He looked tired, but more at ease, if that made any sense. He squeezes your hands and brings them to his beak. He couldn't kiss, but the sentiment was there as he closes his eyes and breathes in slowly to steady himself.

“Thank you. For your words. And for being here.”

You smile and close your eyes, shuffling in closer and resting your head against his. “I told you, if I was going to be with you, I would be your anchor. You're a ship Romeo, and I’ll be here when you need to slow down and take it easy.”

He opens his eyes and smiles at you. “I will remember that.”

You kiss his knuckles. “Good.”

Extra:

“Im sorry! Im sorry!” Dark Shadow scrambles about, waving its arms as it wails, “Never meant to hurt!”

You pat the shadow’s head, an awkward smile on your lips. It had been apologizing profusely ever since you came to walk with Tokoyami after classes were over. “It’s okay, it’s something we have to practice but we know you didn’t mean to hurt anyone. Right Romeo?” You look at Tokoyami who was- meters away from you.

“Romeo?” You asks again, unsure of why he was so transfixed on the tree next to him.

He snaps his gaze to you, eyes full of wonder as he utters a simple phrase.

“This is an apple tree.”

You don’t know how to respond.

“How long have we been walking past this tree without me knowing?” He sounds affronted as he once again looks at the tree with admiring eyes. Even moreso than he looks at you.

Was it weird to be envious of a fruit tree?

You sigh and continue on your walk. So much for him being yours.

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