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Your relationship with them as Taylor Swift's songs. And oh, I've rushed some of them so please don't expect much. Love these guys so much. Enjoy? MESS AHEAD.

Scaramouche, Xiao, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Karma Akabane, Gakushu Asano, Nakahara Chuuya x Reader (Separate)

Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Fluff

Scaramouche – Safe and Sound

People think it’s gonna be toxic. They think it’s gonna break you, that it’s wrong, That you’re wrong. That Scaramouche can never do things right. You sighed, it’s normal after all. The lad is giant a ball of anger and hatred. There’s no second thought about hurting his subordinates, about murdering his enemies — There’s no second thought when it comes to causing destruction, so of course, your friends would say that dating him is like putting a knife on your throat.

But they’re not there every time the sunset comes. On nights you feel his body crumbles before yours, how his arms held your figure tighter and tighter as nightmares devour his dreams, how he melts as your words assure him that you’re not leaving, that you’ll never let him go. It’s when everything that they’ve said is proven wrong.

But Archons, a knife on your throat is more enticing than witnessing the man you love so much breaks. Hearing his quivers and sobs are more terrifying than everything they’ve warned you about.

“I’m here. I’m not leaving,” he nodded, head planting deeper in your chest. You combed his hair with your gentle digits, whispering a soft phrase “Close your eyes, no one can hurt you now.”

Xiao – Enchanted

Xiao is immortal. Xiao will live forever, unless battle take away his breath. Xiao will leave without you. A bitter laugh left your lips at the thought, followed by his name.

“You called?” He greeted you, eyes scanning your body before meeting yours. Ah, since when did you become so selfish? “I just wanna see you.” you stated, reaching out for his arms and guiding him near your figure. “You have a lifetime to see me.” you giggled at how his lips pouted, a small protest for his lies.

“Is it wrong for me to call out your name?” he shook his head, words failing to form. Only you have this power on him. Your head fall on his shoulders, and he enjoyed the warmth. It’s something he’s new to, something he’s not familiar with. “Xiao,” he hummed in response, ears focused on your voice alone. “Meeting you in this lifetime, is enchanting—” Xiao’s eyes widened, his golden orbs began to tear up. “Until I see you again, all I will be able to think of is your name.” Once again, you laugh at how selfish you are;

“Please, don’t be in love with someone else.” Your tender eyes fluttered close, and Xiao tightened his grip around your body. Silent screams echoing inside his head, screaming at fate for taking away all the things that keep him warm.

Bakugou Katsuki – Exile

It’s a punishment, a lesson, and he knows that the two of you have ended up months ago. But he can’t keep his death stares away from you and the man you’re with. It used to be him.

“It’s Class A’s reunion, why’d she brought that shithead” Bakugo growled at Kirishima, piercing eyes directed at Monoma who’s holding your hand. “If you don’t like it, you should’ve work better” the redhead waived, turning towards your other classmates.

It’s peaceful night, really. But you can’t just shake off the feeling that he’s watching you. A glimpse on his direction and you’re right. Your eyes met, crimson ones softening for a moment, before whipping away. You sighed, are you being unfaithful to your lover? No, but you’re a liar.

You decided to have a refresher, unwinding a little outside wouldn’t be too bad. But Katsuki being Katsuki, he decided to ruin it. “That dumbhead? Seriously” he started, startling you. “He’s better than you” It’s an attack he can’t dodge, all because it’s true “And what? Like he can listen?” You looked him dead in the eye, whispering the words he’s oh so scared to hear. “Yes, Katsuki—” He’s searching for any sign of wavering in your tone. Of a chance for another try, but he knows that the two of you have always walked a very thin line, and it’s impossible.

“He’s the home I’m looking for.” And with that, he decided to help you walk out.

Todoroki Shouto – Red

Adoring the number one hero’s son is a feat anyone can do, but loving him is only for you. Some claims that they do, some professed that they do, but only you can pull off a stunt so stupid as to love the two-toned hero. And if asked what it feels like being in a relationship with him, you’d say it’s the color wheel. A myriad of emotions and feelings that can be described by the shade or deep or softness of hues.

“You shouldn’t have.” You rolled your eyes on him as he gives you a stoic expression. “Yeah, I shouldn’t have, but the girls want to work this out.” You huffed, thoughts running back on how Ochako and Jiro pushed you to come and bring the lectures for today’s class to Todoroki. “We’re long done” You hate how calm he said it. As if accepting the fact that you’re no longer together is as easy as breathing.

Your mind hate how fast things are between the two of you. One day you’re happy in his arms, with red roses, beating heart, and crimson cheeks – and then the next it’s raining, grey skies and salty tears and monochromatic sadness. “I have to go, make sure you read the notes.”

“(Y/N),” He called your name and your movement was halted. How come your heart still hopes for something?

“Yes?”

“Take care” You nodded, burning fire blazing in the back of your mind. You really gotta let go now.

He’s all you want, but you have to move on. A colorful autumn, fleeting, young, and fading.

Loving him was red.

Akabane Karma – All you had to do was stay

It’s unfair. It’s so unfair. How can you love him so much it’s physically painful? How can he break and break and break you and still you want him with every piece he has made?

“I’m sorry, (y/n). I swear, I promise. I will not do it again. Please” You look at his eyes and regretted it in an instant. His apologies, his tears, it looks so real. Your heart wants to believe his words, to fall once again, to be his home again— but you can’t be dumb anymore. “One more, one more chance and I’ll prove that I’ve changed” He tried to reach out to your hand, but he has said goodbye before, and goodbye you will give.

“Akabane-san,” you started, and Karma’s heart sank at how you call him. Where’s the usual Karma? Where’s the you that is his? “You were all I wanted,” You smiled, but it’s a smile he never knew he’s be so scared seeing. “—but this? this is what you want.” His world crumbles at your words. He thought it’ll be easy having you back, that you love him so much you’ll forgive him no matter what, and God was he so wrong.

“It would’ve been easy for the two of us” you paused, trying to keep yourself together, before finally letting him go, “If only you’ve stayed” Your eyes sent daggers in his soul. Regret washed over his body as he looked at the girl who he used you to have.

“Because that’s all you have to do, stay.” Oh sweetheart, if only he knew.

Gakushu Asano – Cold as you

He is perfect. A model student, a strong individual, he’s everything good in this world. And who are you to decline a flawless gift? He came barging and claiming you— a typical normal girl and a popular guy. But what could go wrong? Everything.

You’ve aimed too high, too far, but your feet never left the ground. How dare you desire Asano Gakushu? And now what seems to be a perfect day for you comes crashing down, rain pouring from your eyes. A few feet away, the flawless lad looks anything but perfect. His arms in the back of another girl, his gentle digits caressing her cheeks, doing what he wants because you’re not what he wanted.

So you walked away, ain't no use defending him in your thoughts, leaving a whimper enough for him to hear. Oh, how you wish he’d follow you. What a mess you are of a dreamer to hope he would.

And now you’re pulling yourself up, Asano decided to crash once again. Coming with a great little story of how sorry he was and that he really loved you. Fuck him and the way he comes easily to you. “(Y/N), please.” His lilac eyes pleading for your forgiveness, for another chance, as if the scars he left weren’t as obvious as it is. He says there’s no night he doesn’t think of you, that for days it’s always about you, that he needs you back, and you could’ve accepted him once more, but thinking back, you’re done being in a place as cold as him.

With the sternest look you could muster, with a façade you’re not so sure that could fool him, you answer his plea “You never did give a damn thing, but I cried for you—” more than a few nights, more than numbered days. “And that won’t happen again.”

Nakahara Chuuya – Gorgeous

To say that Chuuya’s pissed is understatement. This guy’s patience is as short as him, and there’s no was in hell that he could last your teasing and taunting. And look at you, enjoying your night as if you’re not getting on his nerves. You caught his eyes staring at your, and it sent shiver down your spine— It’s Ocean blue and you’re drowning. With the alcohol kicking in, it’s easier to come near him and not feel so agitated.

“Enjoying the party babe?” Your voiced dragged at the last part, and ohh how his eyes looked so shocked and flustered. “Shut up.” He bites his lips, preventing the curses to escape. “Aww, you don’t wanna hear me speak? fine” you gave him a wink before walking away, trying to see if he can handle more of your antics. You spent the next few hours paying him no attention. One minute you’re all over him and then the next he’s invisible. It’s infuriating him how you’re talking to anyone but him. You’re really like your brother when it comes to pissing him off.

Dragging you out of the room, he berated you with questions. But God, you can’t say anything to his face, he’s just so gorgeous. “Come on, I won’t be able to control myself if I keep talking to you” You smiled flirtatiously, and Chuuya could feel his face burning up. “Take it as a compliment shorty.” You giggled, and all he knew is that he’s kissing you. Taking in the warmth of your lips and the taste of the whiskey you’ve been drinking. “I hate you for making me feel this way” his voice’s husky and deep, and you’re all over him again. The feelings you do nothing but suppress coming out in a wild song of emotions. “But what can I say?” He continued, pecking your lips once more “You’re so gorgeous.”

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Wild, Wild Pussycats

Mission before this

“I just got off the phone with Uncle Nori,” Hiva said as she walked into her room. “Turns out I was wrong about nomus.” Hitoshi raised an eyebrow.

“You can be wrong?” Hiva scoffed at him.

“Fine, not wrong, just off,” she corrected. She went over to her chalkboard. “They’re dead.”

“Huh?”

“They’re dead,” she repeated. “They’ve been changed to handle multiple Quirks.” Hitoshi gave his head a little shake.

“How did you get him to tell you that?”

“Remember what you read in the notebook?” Hitoshi nodded. “No one’s supposed to know that, so keep your mouth shut.”

“I feel like an accomplice,” Hitoshi grumbled. “You said you were like the nomus.” Hiva frowned at Hitoshi’s worried gaze.

“Do I look dead or disfigured to you?” Hitoshi tilted his head with a stretched-out ‘well’, and Hiva threw a piece of chalk at him as he laughed.

“No, you don’t.” He threw the chalk back.

“Now, from what we know about Sero and his mission, that’s probably the first event on the timeline,” Hiva began. “Maybe the alive versus dead is what makes me different.” Hitoshi watched Hiva ramble with confusion. “If it’s as many Quirks as I think, there should’ve been disfiguration caused anyway.” Hiva pressed her pointer and middle finger into her temple. “Scars. Scars count, right? Yeah, they count.�� Hiva pulled her hand away and bit her thumbnail.

“So-” Hitoshi stopped when she smacked the board.

“I got it!” She turned to Hitoshi and punched the air. “I got it!” Hitoshi put his hands up.

“Well, care to explain.” Hiva started talking as she wrote on her board, drawing lines between words to show how they connected in her head. She turned to Hitoshi with a bright smile and held her arms out.

“See?” Hitoshi stood up to study the board.

“You put the tiniest of pieces together, don’t you?” He patted her shoulder, and she bounced proudly. “Now what?”

“We keep it close.”

“Until?” Hiva shrugged.

“Don’t know, but we’re ahead.”

“We don’t seem ahead,” Hitoshi mumbled.

“We are. Trust me.” Hitoshi sighed and shook his head. “I’m serious.” Hitoshi nodded.

“Okay.” Hiva patted his shoulder.

“Don’t miss me while I’m gone.” Hitoshi gave her a weird look.

“You mean at summer camp?”

“Mhm.” Hitoshi’s eyebrows furrowed like he was trying to study her.

“What’s up?”

“Be prepared for some surprises.” Hitoshi scoffed at her little smirk.

“Stop messing with me!” He pushed her, and she stumbled to the side with a laugh.

“Never.”

---Hiva's P.o.V

“U.A. has finished its first semester and started summer vacation,” pops told us. “However… those of you trying to be heroes will not receive days of rest at this summer training camp, we’ll have you aiming for even greater heights- for ‘Plus Ultra’!”

“Yes, sir!” we replied. I jumped at the hand on my shoulder and turned to Hanta.

“You feeling okay?” I nodded.

“Yeah, I’m just a little off, I guess.” I sighed and watched Mina and Denki chant ‘training camp’ with Uraraka. Hanta put an arm around my shoulders and rubbed his hand up and down my arm.

“If you want to talk…” I smiled up at Hanta and hummed. He copied my hum, and I chuckled a bit. “What?”

“You look different. Did you change something?” Hanta shook his head. “Then maybe you just feel different.”

“What? There are people in Class A taking extra classes?” I groaned at Monoma’s voice. “Does that mean you had people who failed the finals? What? Isn’t that weird? Even though they’re supposed to be way better than Class B? How can that be?” Kendo smacked him, and Monoma crumbled to the ground.

“Sorry,” she apologized as she dragged him away. I sighed, and I shook my head.

“Class A’s bus is this way!” Iida announced a minute later. “Line up in seat order!” I sighed and pulled Hanta’s arm from my shoulders to gently push him in front of me. I tilted my head at the sudden tension in his body.

“What? You sit in front of me."

“R-Right.”

“By the way, he’s head over heels in love with you.” I felt my face heat up when Hitoshi’s words echoed in my ears and quickly pulled my hand away from Hanta. ‘Not even here, and he’s trying to mess with me.’ I sighed and turned away, my eyes meeting Denki's. He waved to me, and I waved back. He motioned from him to Kirishima and put his thumb up. I chuckled a bit and also gave him a thumbs up.

“I’m not gonna force you to sit with me,” I mouthed. He shrugged.

“Just checking,” he mouthed back.

---

“Everyone, the bus will stop once in about an hour,” pops told us. “After that-”

“Let’s play some music!” Denki interrupted. Everyone was talking except for Hanta and me. For the first time, things felt awkward between us, and I hated it. ‘Maybe Hitoshi was right.’ I looked over at Hanta, and he turned to me a second later, making us both turn away. ‘Why’d I have to notice the obvious now? That’s why it’s awkward!’ I sighed and looked out the window. ‘I blame Hitoshi.’

---

I quickly left Hanta’s side and went to pop’s. “What’s wrong with your face?” I lightly smacked his hand away when he reached out to poke my cheek.

“Nothing.” He gave me a weird look but put his teaching persona back up.

“There’s no point stopping without a reason,” he began.

“Where’s the bathroom?” I yelped and jumped at Mineta’s voice, not noticing he was right in front of us. Pops looked at me, and I squinted at nothing.

“Oh, my God, what is wrong with me?” I whispered as Aza patted my head. The doors to a black car opened.

“Hey, Eraser!” Pops bowed.

“Long time no see.”

“Lock on with these sparkling gazes!” Mandalay started.

“Stingingly cute and catlike!” Pixie-Bob continued.

“Wild, Wild Pussycats!” they finished together. I smiled at the heroes.

“I wanna touch the toe beans.”

“No,” pops said. “These are pro heroes who will be working with us during the camp, the Pussycats.”

“They’re a four-person hero team who set up a joint agency!” Izuku exclaimed. “They’re a veteran team that specializes in mountain rescues! This year will be their twelfth workin-” Pixie-Bob interrupted him with a paw to the face.

“I’m eighteen at heart!” She yelled. “At heart…?”

“Y-You’re eighteen!” Izuku finished.

“Greet them, everyone,” pops ordered.

“Nice to meet you!” we said. I locked eyes with the child that had gotten out of the car with them. I waved, and he glared before looking away.

“We own the whole stretch of land here,” Mandalay told us. “You will be staying at the foot of the mountain.”

“Huh? Then why did we stop here?” Uraraka asked. I frowned and looked up at pops.

“I cannot handle this today,” I sighed. Pops patted my head with a fake pout.

“I know. You’re gonna have such a hard time.” I glared and shoved his hand away.

“Don’t patronize me when you don’t get it,” I shot back.

“It’s 9:30 a.m. right now,” Mandalay stated. “If you’re fast… Maybe noon?”

“No way… guys…” I sighed at Kirishima.

“Let’s get back!” Mina shouted.

“Get back to the bus! Hurry!”

“Kitties who don’t make it by 12:30 won’t get any lunch!” Mandalay continued. I didn’t bother moving. There was no getting out of this. “Get back to the bus! Hurry!”

“Sorry, ladies and gentlemen,” pops apologized. ‘That feels fake.’ "Then I guess camp…” Pixie-Bob dropped in front of the running group, “… has already begun.” Light came from under her paw, and the ground knocked everybody off the cliff. I yelped when the ground under me threw me over as well.

“Aza!” Aza sank into my palm, and I slowed with everyone else. We landed gently on the ground, and I took a deep breath.

“Hey, since it’s private land, you can use your Quirks as you wish!” Mandalay called. “You have three hours! Come to the facility on your own two feet! After getting through… The Beast’s Forest!”

“‘The Beast’s Forest’?!” Izuku repeated. I groaned and put my headphones on as I walked ahead but stopped when a hand wrapped around my wrist. I turned to Izuku and moved my headphones away. “Shouldn’t we all stick together?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t care. Goodbye.” I pulled my wrist away and put my headphones back up. I stopped at the sight of the beast. It lifted its hand to slam down on Mineta, and black wrapped around mine as I raised my hand as well. Black smoke rushed forward and left nothing but a pile of dust and a terrified Mineta in its wake. “I’m not gonna leave you on your own.” A black cloud formed under my feet and lifted me into the air. “I got half the forest covered.” I felt a beast behind me. “It limits the amount of land she can manipulate with her Quirk and, since it’s most of the land in front of you, it gives you time to prepare.” I reached behind me, and smoke flew towards the beast, pulverizing it instantly. ‘Don’t ever say I never did anything for you.’ I stayed in the air, observing everyone below and disintegrating the beasts in the air.

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I floated to the ground and wobbled slightly, sighing at the blood dripping to the earth. Black faded to red, and I shook my arms out. “Oh, you’re finally here, meow!” Pixie-Bob said.

“That took quite some time,” Mandalay added. Everyone walked out groaning, and I sighed.

“What do you mean, three hours?!”

“That’s the time it would’ve taken us. Sorry.”

“You were trying to boast about how much better you are?” Sato accused. “That means…”

“I gave you a handicap,” I muttered as I sat down. “The only thing making it long should’ve been the walk.”

“You could’ve been here in minutes,” Hanta grumbled as he dropped beside me. “Why’d you stick around?”

“I wasn’t gonna leave you guys by yourselves,” I mumbled as I turned away. Aza climbed out of my palm and looked like it was panting. “Sorry.” I patted Aza’s head, and Denki walked up to me. He placed his hand on my head, and I smiled at him.

“But honestly, I thought it would’ve taken even longer,” Pixie-Bob spoke up. “You guys didn’t have as hard a time beating my earth beast as I thought you would. You guys are great… Especially… you five!” She pointed at Katsuki, Shoto, Izuku, and Iida, and then me. ‘What did I do?’ I wondered. “You were able to act without hesitation because of your experience?” She licked her lips, and I shuffled back behind Denki’s legs when she lunged forward. “I’m looking forward to where you’ll be in three years! I call dibs!” I used Hanta’s shoulder to push me up and walked over to pops.

“Mandalay… was she always like that?” he asked. He looked at me and handed me my bag. “Drop it in your room when you’re done and head to the cafeteria.” I nodded and turned to Mandalay.

“Um, where’s the bathroom?” I nodded at the instructions and frowned slightly. “I’m gonna get lost,” I whispered, quickly doing just that.

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I sat in the corner with pops, knees pulled up to my chest. “You should really eat something,” pops told me as he held his plate out to me. “You skipped breakfast and missed lunch.” I shrugged, and my ball form fell into his side. Pops put his plate to the side and rubbed my shoulder. “Okay, you’re not usually like this. What’s up?”

“I’m all crampy,” I whined.

“You’ve never complained about cramps before.”

“They’re already pretty bad on their own, but now they’re like ten times worse because of my Quirk.” Pops sighed.

“Right, I forgot about that.” I nodded. “I’m sorry, kiddo.” I shrugged as pops moved his plate between us. “In case you want to pick.”

“Thanks.” Pops nodded. I didn’t touch anything on the plate, and he sighed.

“Come back when you’re done at the springs.”

“Does it have to be the springs?” Pops nodded. “Fine.”

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I was laid on the wall between the hot springs and staring up at the sky. “Hiva, you should wash up!” Momo called.

“Yeah, come join us!” Mina shouted.

“I’ll get in later!” I yelled back. I laughed at the whines I got in response. “Sorry!” I sat up and smiled at the little boy standing there. “Thought I felt something there. What’s your name?” He didn’t say anything. “I’m Hiva.” I held my hand out, and he slapped it away. He jumped when the black covered my eyes. It disappeared when Aza climbed out of my palm and jumped to the ground. “Kota?”

“H-How did you know that?” he asked, taking a cautious step back.

“You touched me, so I used the contact to learn what I wanted,” I answered. “You don’t like me because I’m training to be a hero, right?” He frowned, and I smiled. “I wanted to know why you slapped my hand away. It’s because you’re not a fan of Quirks.” Kota sat down but wouldn’t look at me. “Why don’t you like the whole Quirk, hero, villain, and all that thing?”

“Why don’t you just use your Quirk to find out?” he shot back.

“I don’t want to.” He looked me up and down.

“I just don’t.” I nodded.

“Understandable.” He gave me a surprised look. “What? Think the hero in training wouldn’t realize what was wrong with the system? That’s the whole reason I want to be a hero.” Kota had no response. “Not to mention the fact that it works only in black and white. But that’s my reason for not liking this stuff. If you want, I’d like to hear yours.” Kota shook his head. “Alright. If you ever do want to tell me, come find me. I’ll listen.” I groaned when I heard Mineta’s voice. “I’m convinced the word ‘decency’ isn’t in his vocabulary.” As I slid out from under the beams to stand up straight, Kota stepped onto his stool.

“Before learning to be a hero, you need to learn about being human.” I chuckled as Kota knocked him down.

“Damn, kid!” Mineta cursed as he fell.

“You’re quite interesting,” I mumbled as I studied the mix of black and white coming from him.

“Mineta really is the worst, huh?” Tsu thought aloud.

“Thanks, Kota!” Mineta exclaimed. “Yay, yay!” Kota accidentally looked over at the girls’ side and tensed with a blush, falling in the process.

“Kota!” I jumped after him and grabbed one of the balls sticking to the wall without thinking. “And I’m stuck.” I looked down at the passed-out kid in my arm and sighed. “Assistance.” Izuku jumped up and took Kota from me as Aza dropped to my hand. “Aza, do-” I yelped as I fell to the ground, but there was an explosion before two arms wrapped around me. "I don't think the explosions were necessary, but thank you." Katsuki rolled his eyes and put me on my feet. I looked over to Izuku and he beckoned me over. I waved to the guys with a quick apology and followed Izuku out.

---

“He just fainted from fear at the fall,” Mandalay explained. “Thanks.” I nodded. “I heard from Eraser that there was an embodiment of lust among the boys, so I just hand him there keeping watch. These days, girls develop quickly, don’t they?”

“Anyway, I’m glad he’s okay,” Izuku said. I nodded and knelt in front of the couch.

“You two must’ve hustled to save him.”

“Kota has a negative view of heroes, doesn’t he?” Izuku asked. “For me, I’ve always been surrounded by people who wanted to be heroes- Oh, me included… so I thought it was unusual for a boy his age to feel the way he does…”

“That’s true,” Mandalay said. “Of course, there are many people in society who don’t think well of heroes…” ‘Makes sense.’ I thought. “If he had been raised normally, maybe he would’ve admired heroes, too.”

“‘Normally’?” Izuku repeated. I nudged his ankle and shook my head.

“Mandalay’s cousin-” Pixie-Bob began as she entered, “-Kota’s parents- were heroes, but they were killed in the line of duty.”

“Two years ago… protecting citizens from a villain…” Mandalay continued. “For a hero, it was a respectable way to die… an honorable death. But… But a child barely aware of what was around him couldn’t understand that. His world had revolved around his parents. ‘My parents left me behind…’ But society kept praising them saying it was a good thing for heroes… a wonderful thing. He doesn’t seem to like us much, either, since we’re also heroes. But it’s like he’s just here because there’s nowhere else for him to go. To Kota, heroes are a kind of human he can’t understand and finds unpleasant.” I sighed with a frown and stood.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Mandalay looked up at me. “Something tells me that neither of you got the chance to grieve like you deserved. I’m sorry.” Mandalay turned away, and I frowned. “I think one day he’ll be able to understand. Maybe when he does, his views will change.” Mandalay turned her attention back to Kota. “I think his hatred of heroes is a front to protect himself. He might just be afraid of being abandoned again.” Mandalay’s attention went back to me, and I smiled awkwardly. “I don’t really know what else to say, so I’ll just go.” I turned to leave but stopped and turned back to Mandalay.

“Thank you.” I nodded and smiled before walking out the door.

---

I glared at my shaking hand that made the water ripple. “And they don’t have showers?” Hitoshi asked.

“Not that I could find,” I mumbled into the phone.

“You okay?” I sighed and shrugged.

“I’m all shaky, and I hate it. I’ve been weird all day, and I don’t know why. Pops thinks it’s ‘cause of blood sugar or whatever, but I think it’s ‘cause I got the ouchies.”

“I’m sure neither are helping,” he said. It was quiet for a second.

“Um, Hitoshi? Remember what you said about Hanta?”

“About him being in love with you?” I mocked Hitoshi’s teasing tone and sighed.

“I’ve been looking back at it, and I think you were right, and now I think I’m doing that thing I do.”

“Force yourself to like them back?” Hitoshi guessed. “Or did you finally realize that you’re into him too, and now you’re trying to push those feelings down? Either way, you’re putting yourself in a rough position.”

“I know,” I sighed.

“This could be solved if you talked to them both.”

“I know!”

“But you’re scared of getting the same reaction as before?”

“Maybe…” I grumbled.

“If they do, drop both.”

“Hitoshi!”

“Hiva, I’m sick of seeing you upset. If you’re gonna be honest and put in the effort, but they won’t, then I don’t think they’re worth it.” I grumbled, nothing really intelligible, and Hitoshi laughed a bit. “I’m serious. You can’t help who you end up falling for, and, despite knowing this, you’ve yet to accept it for yourself.”

“Okay, when did I ask you to tell me about myself?” I questioned.

“Well, it’s true. I like guys, and you cheer me on, but the second you like another girl or have a dysphoric day, you start beating yourself up.”

“I called you for a break from emotional attacks, by the way.”

“It’s tough love, not an attack,” he told me. “If other people do it, why can’t you?” I didn’t say anything. “It’s not your fault.”

“You know what? Bringing any of this up was a mistake.” I winced at the angry tone I had. It had just slipped out. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” I relaxed a bit but sprung to attention when I heard footsteps, relaxing again at the smell of oranges.

“I gotta go. I’ll see you later.”

“Okay…? Bye.” I hung up and got out of the water. I wrapped a towel around myself and walked out.

“Hey, Hanta.” He jumped at the sudden sound.

“Hey.” He held his phone up and shook it a bit. “I was about to call you.”

“What are you doing?” Hanta held a plate out.

“Here.” I looked at it with a raised eyebrow. “Um, Aizawa told me to bring you this because you’d be more likely to take it from me than him.” I nodded.

“Correct. Let me get dressed.”

“Do you want me to stay with you?” Hanta asked when I came back out.

“I don’t want to make you stay up with me.”

“You’re not making me do anything if I’m offering,” he told me as he sat down. He patted the ground next to him, so I sat down. He placed the plate on my lap, and I smiled.

“So, how’d pops get you to do this?” Hanta shrugged.

“I might have overheard you guys talking at dinner, so I went to sneak you something,” he admitted. “I got caught.” I giggled, and Hanta shook his head. “It’s, uh, it’s ginger pork. My mom makes it to help with her cramps and when she’s feeling sick, so I suggested it.”

“It sounds like you’re trying to tell me the man that barely knows how to work a spatula made this himself.” Hanta tilted his head from side to side.

“I may have helped,” he said. “Also, I’ve been sworn to secrecy when it comes to his abilities in the kitchen.” I laughed, feeling Hanta’s eyes on me as my head fell back. I looked over at him to see him smiling at me.

“Why is it always you overhearing me?” I asked. “You a spy?” Hanta shrugged.

“I guess your voice just stands out to me.” I smiled and nudged his shoulder with mine.

“Thank you.” I chuckled, and he tilted his head.

“What?”

“You’ve been worrying about me from the moment we met,” I stated. “Maybe that’s why I like you so much. You cared, and it never felt fake.” Hanta smiled and looked down. “What made you like me?”

“Who said I liked you?” I scoffed at his teasing tone and gave him a light shove. “Do you believe in love at first sight?” I couldn’t help but think of Denki as I nodded. “It felt like a platonic version of that if that makes sense, and then…” I tilted my head when Hanta trailed off. “… Then I got to know you at U.A., and I realized why I connected with you.” ‘That’s not what you were gonna say.’ I thought as I took a bite. My eyes widened, and Hanta seemed worried. “Not good?”

“This is amazing!” He smiled proudly. “I know your mom was saying I should go back to cook with her again, but I need to drag you in a kitchen with me.” Hanta chuckled and nodded.

“I’ll let you drag me in a kitchen.” I smiled and finished the meal, Hanta looking over at me every now and then. I froze when I felt his hand on mine. “Are you okay?” I tilted my head. “You’ve just been looking really anxious.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine.” Hanta clearly didn’t believe me, and I quickly gave into his worried gaze. “I don’t know. There’s a lot going on.”

“I got ears and time,” Hanta told me as he pulled me into his side. “Go ahead.”

---

I grumbled at the early time and leaned my head on Denki’s shoulder. “Good morning, ladies and gentlemen!” I glared at nothing when I heard pops too awake for his usual self. “Today, we will begin training camp to increase your strength in earnest. The goal of this training camp is to increase everyone’s strength and, with that, for everyone to obtain their provisional licenses. It is to prepare you all to face hostilities that are becoming more real by the minute. Proceed carefully. So, Bakugo,” pops tossed a ball to Katsuki, “try throwing that.”

“This is from the fitness test…” Katsuki observed.

“Your previous record, from right after you started school, was 705.2 meters. Let’s see how much you’ve improved.”

“Oh, we’re checking our progress?” Mina asked.

“Since a lot has happened these past three months, huh?” Hanta added. “Maybe he can throw it a kilometer or something now! Do it, Bakugo!”

“Then… Here I go…”

“Die,” I mumbled.

“Go to hell!” Katsuki shouted as he threw the ball.

“No die?” I gasped.

“709.6 meters,” pops said.

“Huh, it’s less than I thought.”

“It’s been about three months since you started high school. Through various experiences, you all have definitely improved. But that improvement has mainly been at the mental and technical levels, some increases in stamina. As you can see, your Quirks themselves have not improved that much. That’s why we will work of improving your Quirks starting today. It'll be so hard you’ll feel like dying, but try not to actually die…”

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amaya-writes · 2 years

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Would you do a Todoroki Shoto oneshot where Monoma from class 1B attempts to ask the reader out in front of the whole class but she turns him down since he’s not her type so he tries to embarrass her by pressing her on the topic and she basically describes Todoroki (without explicitly saying his name/looks) and they finally get together since the whole class ships it?

Notes: I haven't written on here for a while so sorry if the flow seems a little weird/off

Warnings: n/a

Characters involved: Shoto Todoroki, Monoma Neito, mentions of students from 1A

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

A light wind brushed the back of your neck as you found your gaze sinking to the ground, awkwardly staring at the way your feet shuffled in an attempt to distract yourself from the situation you were in.

After a long day at school, all you really wanted was to relax and maybe get some homework done, yet your plans were immediately hijacked the second you returned from the little errand Midnight had asked you to assist her with.

An awkward silence filled the air as Monoma seemingly processed your rejection, yet somehow, as he cleared his throat and drew your gaze back to him, Monoma seemed completely fine with the fact that you had just rejected him because you liked someone else.

"So, who is your type?"

You weren't surprised that he was more offended at the prospect that you liked someone else than at the fact he was turned down, yet that didn't stop you from feeling beyond confused.

After all, who would want to put themselves through the pain of knowing their crush's crush?

"Why do you want to know?"

Monoma shrugged, an action that seemed far too casual for the statement that followed.

"Well, if you're turning me down for someone else I at least deserve to know what makes him better than me."

While you saw the logic in his words, you couldn't find it in yourself to feel bad for Monoma, especially not when he was being so snarky and twisting your words.

"I didn't say better, I said different."

He let out a scoff at your words, one that immediately diminished any sense of guilt or pity you previously felt.

"Let me guess, he's in your class? What the extra time made you think you have feelings for him?"

"I don't think I know I do. And you know what? I change my mind!"

You hadn't even realised you had narrowed the space between the two of you, yet the way your finger jabbed into Monoma's chest felt too satisfying for you to pull away.

"He is better than you. He's heroic and ambitious yet has a good heart even if he might come off as...well, hot and cold."

The smirk Monoma sent you made it clear that he had caught onto your not-so-subtle descriptions of Shoto, yet somehow, you weren't as embarrassed as you thought you would have been.

"Do you like him because he's like his father?"

Perhaps if his words didn't make you see red, you would have been able to conceal your emotions enough to look past the blond's shoulder and realize the entirety of your class had gathered to watch the two of you from the dorm windows.

But you didn't, instead, you found yourself feeling angrier as each second passed by due to the sheer audacity the boy in front of you held.

"He's kind and smart and nothing like his father. And you know what? Maybe if you weren't so hung up on trying to put everyone else down you would see that he does nothing but uplift and encourage all of us."

You hadn't even realised a stupid smile had crawled across your face as you spoke, however, it quickly vanished the second a familiar voice echoed from behind Monoma.

"Leave. Now."

Shoto had never been one to be deliberately rude. Sure, he could be standoffish, but never once had he come off as mean. At least, not until now.

Thankfully, Monoma seemed to take the hint and left without another word.

You didn't know what was worse, the annoying argument with Monoma or the awkward silence that followed once the two of you were left alone.

It was only when Shoto finally turned back to you that the tension in the air seemed to dissolve, instead being replaced with a peculiar yet comforting sense of excitement.

"You really meant that?"

It took you a moment to process his question, and then another to nod and let out a small confirmation.

"Yes."

"Well-"

The way his tongue darted out to wet his lips made it clear Shoto was internally a nervous wreck, yet he somehow found it in himself to continue even as red began to dust his cheeks.

"-I like you too. And if you allow it, I would like us to be a couple."

His awkward tone made it clear that Shoto didn't have enough knowledge about romance to know what he was doing, yet you found yourself smiling and reaching out to grasp one of his palms in yours, with the gesture only worsening his blush.

"I would like that very much."

The loud cheers that followed your words were enough to make you yelp and subconsciously jump closer to Shoto, an action that had him wrapping his arm around your shoulders, however, he would come to regret that later due to the uproar it created.

Mina and Denki didn't hesitate to race out of the dorms with their phones to snap a thousand pictures of the two of you, with the others following suit and letting out happy cheers and 'I knew it's.

Even Bakugo found it in himself to slump against the front door and let loose an almost-smile as he watched the scene unfold, even going as far as the snicker the second a familiar raven-haired hero made an appearance.

Aizawa certainly wasn't happy to hear the commotion from the dorms, especially after such a tiring day at school, yet as you felt the boy beside you squeeze your hand comfortingly, you found that you didn't quite care.

Perhaps Monoma asking you out was a good thing after all.

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dorimena · 3 years

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Hi, I love your work and if your requests are open would you consider the following?

Monoma is on patrol with y/n and Monoma being well....Monoma, he was horny and was teasing y/n. Not having any of this shit, she proceeds to dom the fuck out of him during patrol. She takes him into an alleyway and fucks him with a strap that she had on her already (she was already planning on something but didn’t go through with it because work is work and she’s aware that Monoma and her could take their time when they got home). She pushes him into the wall and fucks him silly. Monoma is loving it and keeps begging “Mommy fuck me more, please!”. She gives him what he wants but she tells him to be quiet or else the bystanders would fine their great Phantom Thief in a puddle of his own cum while getting fucked by his mommy. At some point two civilians hear Monoma panting and hiccuping and get concerned. Y/n keeps fucking him and reassures them that Phantom Thief is fine. He cums then and there and she tells him to reassure the civilians that he’s ok. Monoma whimpers out that he’s fine and y/n cleans him up and cuddles him in the alleyway telling him how much of a good boy he was.

(I’ve been thinking about this ever since I read your shower blowjob story. This man makes the dom in me go crazy. He’s already a whining bitch, having him be like that in the bedroom just- 😫)

Let me say that I’ve had a scene in my head almost the same as this one you sent me and I am absolutely thrilled because yessss more attention to bratty baby Monoma ٩(♡ε♡)۶

And honestly, this man is just asking for it. Bet he wants to fucked anywhere, anytime, as long as he's put back into his place. That's his kink-

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; Monoma Neito

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 3.5k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; fem!reader, pegging, mommy kink, slight exhibitionism, public sex, mentioned sex toy (butt plug), implied overstimulation, multiple orgasms, implied after care, domme!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; begging, humiliation, Monoma being a little shit, because he wanted your attention, and to rile the fuck out of you, aged-up character: Monoma is 20+

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; I unknowingly kind of changed a few things from the ask, like the conversation between Monoma and the bystanders, but I hope you like it anon! The ending is kind of rushed, sorry about that!

𝕭𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖞 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐

“Now, now, y/n, you know ignoring someone, specifically the love of your life, is a crime? How else are you to beg for my love if you go on and ignore my graceful presence? Are you listening to me? At least lend me your attention.”

He’s been like this for the past couple of hours since you’ve both been assigned together for patrol. You thought it’d be a good idea, and Monoma was also excited when your boss told you both to get ready and head to the neighborhood you’re meant to keep a watch over.

The neighborhood turned out not as empty or quiet as you expected, rather close to a busy street. Some stores and restaurants seem to align themselves around this area.

You thought things would go smoothly, go even better and much quicker now that you and your boyfriend are finally patrolling together, months since you’ve transferred to this agency from your old one.

But Monoma’s been leaving any and every snide remark since you two stepped foot into the area, teasing you for any small mistake he believes should be (loudly) called out for or simply trying to mess up your way of doing things.

You don’t even want to count how many times he’s criticized the way your hero outfit currently looks on you. And no, you’re not getting insecure, but rather more… cautious.

There’s a reason why the uniform seems a bit odd around your crotch, but he doesn’t need to know that, not here, not now. Maybe until you both get home-

You trip, almost falling flat on your face if it weren’t for your boyfriend quickly grabbing you, pulling you up to your feet as he looks at you with panic before it quickly dissipates to his stupid mockery.

“See? You cannot do anything right, not without me at least. You, my dear, cannot live without me yet you still ignored me. This is what I mean when you should listen to me. Anyone would truly be grateful for having me, Phantom Thief, as their beloved lover.”

That’s it. You usually can take so much of his weird comments, but right now he’s pulling anything out of his ass at this point. (Soon you’ll see what actually comes out.)

You don’t answer, just look around to make sure no one is watching as you grab him by his stupid tie, dragging him to the nearest alleyway you remember passing by, glad it’s still pretty empty and dark enough to hide your bodies in the shadows.

He isn’t even struggling, just letting you walk him as if he’s a dog, quietly following you. If you were to turn around, you’d see the way his eyes are wide yet full of lust, his pupils dilated as he mentally cheers, thanking the gods for listening to his horny prayers of being sucked in an alleyway.

Do you know how hard it was for him to not jump you and beg you to help him? All because of how sexy you look in your hero outfit, how the small fixes and modifications bring out more of your body, the body he loves, yearns, desires, every day and night. Hopefully you don’t find his surprise before he can debut it once you guys are back home. (But unintentionally came prepared.)

He’s a complete fool for you, but you can’t know that, or else it’ll be the end of-

“Monoma Neito. You have 5 seconds to tell me why the fuck you’re being a piece of shit tonight.”

He didn’t realize his back is against a cold wall or how you’ve trapped him between your arms, the way you’re glaring at him while counting down in such a low tone, it makes his legs feel weak and threaten to buckle..

“Horny.” He barely whispers, crazed eyes never leaving your face as he stays still, trying to control his breathing and heartbeat as you scan him from head to toe, eyes finally staying in place where his boner is visible, even with how poor the lighting is.

You grin, but not your usual friendly grin or familiar flirty grin, but the ‘I’m gonna fuck you till you die’ kind of grin.

And Monoma’s both terrified yet super, duper much more hornier than before. But, with what are you going to fuck him with?

In a flash, he’s suddenly turned around, his clothed-covered chest pressing against the wall as he feels your hands make quick work on his belt, on his pants, pulling them down to rest on his thighs. He hisses and shivers when the cold air hits every exposed part of him, yet makes his dick twitch in interest.

You also free your bottom half to finally let out the strap on you’ve luckily managed to hide until now, searching your pockets for the small tube of lube you brought with you, just in case.

But when you spread his butt cheeks, you gasp in surprise with the butt plug he’s wearing, going to grab the toy as you slowly pull it out in disbelief.

Did he know?

“I-I want you to know you’re not the, um, only one to be prepared for what they want.” Monoma speaks, but in such a soft tone that it has you wondering if he’s the same person who had pestered you since the beginning of the patrol, the same boyfriend you love who has a talent for being loved and hated simultaneously by various people.

But at least he didn’t know. He simply decided to take this extra mile.

Cute. No wonder he’s such a good boy for mommy… sometimes.

“Then I guess I shouldn’t prepare you, right?”

You don’t wait for his response, not when you dispose of the toy away from you both, and you make quick work to lube up your silicone cock.

Monoma doesn’t get to ask you about the wet sounds behind him, or ask where you threw his butt plug before you’re entering him. You felt how his body jolted, his back arching enough to push his ass back more towards you.

You land a smack against the smooth skin, listening how the impact echoes in the empty alleyway and the way he whimpers in pain.

“You’re such a slut for mommy, aren’t you Monoma?”

“Yes!”

No hesitation.

Monoma usually sounds hesitant whenever you two do something new, as if he evaluates the pros and cons from anything and everything, figuring out if he’ll come out benefitted or you.

But he sounds desperate, shameless. He sounds like he’s ready to cry.

New, but not too surprising. When he wants to, he’ll always be a good boy for his mommy.

“Want to tell mommy again why you were being a little bitch tonight?”

Never mind, his hesitation came back, his mouth pressed shut as you peek at him, trying to catch a glimpse at his periwinkle eyes, wondering what’s taking him so long to answer. He answered you so easily, so quickly a few minutes ago.

You hear a soft mumble, see his lips move but no sound gets to your ears. So you spank him once more, hearing his cute squeak and the way he fucks back.

“Louder.”

“I wanted mommy to fuck me! Fuck me until I can’t walk! Fuck me until I’m just your stupid little hole! Please? I’ll-I’ll be good now, I promise!”

If anyone were to ask you just how stupid Monoma gets when he’s completely horny and turned on, this is a prime example. His usual eloquent vocabulary? Gone. It doesn’t exist once mommy’s pleasing him.

But he’s also promising about being good? Let’s see how good he’ll be then.

No more words are exchanged, just the soft desperate pants of the pretty blond and some small airy whines that leave his mouth in anticipation for what you’ll do next.

You don’t even start slow, you go absolutely feral.

He barely gets to inhale one last deep breath until you’re fucking that out of his lungs, his head turning to look back at you as best he could as his body begins hitting the wall in front of him, his clothes rubbing against the roughness of the bricked exterior of the unknown building. He lifts head enough to not get itself hit against the wall and his hands are clawing at the bricks desperately, trying to find leverage to hold on tightly, his brain struggling to catch up with how vicious yet delicious you’re fucking him.

When he does remember he’s a human who can speak words, he cries out “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” in such high pitches, it sounds like he’s singing, probably trying to continue seducing you into such a horny haze. His pent-up sexual frustration must have been infectious, with how you find yourself being merciless with him and his ass, your hips slamming into the back of his in such a brutal pace you wonder if the skin will bruise, if he’ll be able to sit or walk properly.

Probably not, but that’s the point, isn’t it?

Your baby boy wanted you to fuck the living shit out of him, so that’s what you’ll do, it’s what you’re best at doing.

Fuck the annoyance out of him so that when you guys get home, he passes out.

You momentarily forget you guys are very much still in public and even if it’s night, civilians are very much still awake and walking, either going back home or going to work, maybe hang out with their friends or find themselves a sub to fuck.

Monoma doesn’t even warn you that he’s cumming, not even his loud, prolonged whine of your name gets your attention. But with how he’s spasming around your toy, how his hips are twitching quickly in between your hands, his eyes that never left from looking at you crossing…

Yeah, since you missed that orgasm and you’re not in the mood to exactly punish him, why not fuck him some more until he can’t remember his name and only yours?

You briefly pause, the tip of the toy the only thing still inside of him as one of your hands rubs circles on his lower back and the other remains on his hip.

Through the panting, Monoma lets out a whine, one that sounds almost disappointed. Probably because he came far quicker than what either of you two expected, or because it feels like you’re pulling out already and calling it a night.

No words are exchanged as you watch him catch his breath for a bit more, memorizing how rosy his cheeks and nose look, how the blush looks like it’s on his neck while his white pupils are fully dilated, oozing his adoration for you.

When you hear him suck in a breath, whether he’s preparing a sentence or to finish pulling himself off the toy, you slam back into him, grinning like a maniac upon feeling how his whole body jumped, going back into action and having blood pump everywhere in him, mostly towards his reawakening dick.

And you slam, slam, slam, slamming into him at such a steady pace, making sure to roll your hips the way you know will make him start squealing in such a girly tone, or like a dirty pig he sometimes becomes.

And once you feel him begin to push back on you and one of his hands leave the wall, you lean forward, pushing his body more up on the wall. He’s bent too much, it’s obvious you’re fucking him doggy style. What if people decide to go through this alley?

He obeys but whines in complaint, not wanting you to stop your ministrations as he pulls himself together, standing up as much as he could as to leave his lower back still bent for you.

“Keep your hands on the wall or else I’ll leave you here like this.”

He loves it when you speak to him in such a low voice, in such a way that you know makes him want to suck your cock for days until his jaw hurts. He puts his hands back on the wall, both placed where his face is at, acting as support as he rests his forehead there. His neck hurts a bit from how long he’s been straining to look at you.

You go back to fucking him, going back to what you were doing, moaning his name repeatedly to keep riling him up, arouse him and make him start begging for you to go faster, harder, deeper, make him dirty.

And he does with loud wails, ones that have you freezing and stopping all together, slapping a hand on his mouth and whispering how he should quiet down, unless he wants to be whored to other people.

“Be mommy’s good boy and keep quiet. Unless you want someone else’s cock.”

“No! No muh-mommy! Only y-yours~ Please!” He moans, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he impatiently grinds against you, feeling how sticky his thighs are getting with sweat and some of his cum and precum, somehow.

“Mommy, fuck me more, please!” He whimpers so cutely, so pathetically, so melodically you’re sure he somehow copied someone’s siren quirk, because your head feels dizzy, your heart is beating erratically and your hips sync with the pulse, forgetting about being consistent with speed, with roughness, with how deep you reach inside of him.

Fucking him silly until he’s trying his best to muffle his screams and cries into the back of his hands pressed on the wall, his fingers trying so hard to find solace on them, to grasp the reality of him being defiled in an empty, dirty alleyway, pressed so ruthlessly against a wall he doesn’t know how exactly dirty it could be.

Monoma’s hiccuping your name until you spank him, growling softly how that’s not who you are, making him wail out “Mommy! Cumming!” in such an erotic way, you wonder if you’re fucking your boyfriend or a girl with how he’s managed to reach such an incredible pitch.

You keep going, and even when he’s done cumming, you don’t stop impaling him, and a hand goes to wrap itself around his dick, trying your best to match this chaotic fucking, hearing how he’s struggling to breath, to comprehend this painful yet electrifying pleasure.

His toes are curling in his shoes, his knees don’t stop buckling, his hips never stop trying to meet with yours, the burn of overstimulation flowing through his veins yet motivating his dick to keep going, to keep obeying, to not disappoint mommy.

Monoma’s speaking gibberish, babbling whatever nonsense and begging he could think of or come to make up, the tips of his fingers turning white with how hard they’re pressing against the bricks as he tries to not fall. He’s not sure how or why he’d fall, but with how you’re touching him, squeezing him, stroking him, playing with him, he’s ready to give into the inquiry of whether being a househusband would have you fucking him like this everyday.

It’s a weird thought, one he’s never had before, one that’s still early to even care about-

Oh my god you’re abusing his prostate!

He’s seeing stars, planets, flashing strobe lights and envisioning his uproaring third orgasm, mouth hung open stupidly as whiny sobs and strangled cries escape him, trying his best to keep quiet like you said but he can’t!

“Feels s’ good!” He slurs, once again turning his head to look at you, eyes completely wet as tears fall in graceful droplets, hair messed up and drool staining a bit of his chin.

And just as you were going to respond, you heard footsteps.

You both freeze: you’re halfway out of him while Monoma’s struggling to not let his coughing fit be heard, having swallowed his saliva far too quickly with the scare.

The sounds stop, but now you both can hear a female voice.

“Hello? Is anyone there?”

Monoma whimpers, embarrassed.

So this is how he’ll get caught and shamed.

This is the end of his career.

But you’re not having it, not with how his dick has stopped twitching and is starting to soften.

You’re not done yet, and neither is he.

“Answer, Monoma.” You harshly whisper, wiping your thumb over his hypersensitive tip, making him hiccup loudly before composing himself as best he could.

“Y-yes? It-It is I, Phantom Thief- ooh~”

Another voice pitches in.

“Phantom Thief? The Phantom Thief?!”

“Y-Yes!” Monoma squeaks out, trying to cover up his gasp as you begin to slowly fuck him, making sure to keep hitting him straight to the prostate, amused how he’s gripping his jaw, muffling his hiccups while frantically shaking his head, begging you with his eyes to no, no, please!

The two bystanders gasp, seemingly walking more towards where you and Monoma are, making you press him more into the wall, hoping the angle you’re both in and the small hiding spot is enough to keep you hidden.

“We’re huge fans of yours! But, um, are you alright? We heard someone crying.”

“Fuck!” Monoma whimpers, struggling to keep his breathing in check as you continue to move, even rolling your palm all over his tip, your other hand going to pull at one of his nipples.

“What was that?”

“N-nothing! I’m fin- ugh~”

“You… sure?”

“YES!”

Monoma yells, back arching as his head touches your shoulder, eyes rolling up this head as he’s torn between pushing back or bucking forwards, feeling his body submerged in such an intense heat, in such shame, in such pathetic desperation to cum, he’s begging you in quick hushed moans to please, pretty please, make him cum, he wants to cum, needs to cum again.

“And your fans?” You whisper teasingly, feeling how he shivers with how close your breath is near his ear.

“Fu-uck my fans-”

“Now now, that’s something you never said before. Did I fuck Monoma Neito out of you?”

And you go back with the brutal pace, not caring if the other two bystanders can hear what’s going on, not caring if they come out traumatized or probably aroused with how obvious it is that their dear Phantom Thief is getting fucked in a shady place, in a nasty place, yet he’s silently wailing and convulsing with everything you’re giving him.

Your hand soon enough gets sticky with what little cum his poor, weak body produced, his hole clenching tightly around your strap-on while his hands fly back to grasp any part of you that he could reach, which ended up being your head.

The bystanders speak again while Monoma’s busy wheezing his gratitude.

“Are you sure you’re alright? We could call the police-”

“I’m alright! ‘m fine~” He managed to sing-song, but if you heard a bit of his whimper seep from the last word, you don’t say anything, simply slow down your stroking before pausing.

You hear their footsteps slowly go back towards where they probably came from, making Monoma let out shaky exhales of relief and satisfaction, small giggles slipping from time to time as you kiss his neck, his cheek, his jawline.

And once you are certain you’re both alone again, you slowly pull out of him, helping him to turn around so that his back presses against the wall.

Until he grimaces.

“My essence is, from my deduction, splattered on this disgusting wall.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you point down to where his pants are, laughing harder when you see how his grimace turns into a face of disgust, horror, shame, surprise, arousal- wait what?

You don’t question the last one, simply letting out the last of your giggles while you search for the disinfectant wipes you tend to carry with you in your utility belt. And once they’ve been found, you make him lick your cum-covered hand first before properly passing a wipe. You hand Monoma one so that he cleans his face if needed, disinfect his hands, his thighs, anywhere he thought he needed to clean.

No, that's a lie. You took care of his thighs and pelvis, trying your best to clean the spots where his cum reached his pants before peppering a few gentle kisses around his exposed skin.

Pulling his briefs and pants up, buttoning, zipping, fasting his belts. You let out a happy sigh, fixing his hair and tie.

You then fix yourself.

“Who’s mommy’s good boy, Monoma?”

He somehow managed to chirp. “I am, mommy.”

“Then, you’ll stop being a bitch tonight, right? Mommy made sure to fuck it out of you.”

“Oh, um,” aw, he’s blushing. “I suppose…”

When you both walk away from the much-more defiled wall, you hold back an amused snort with how Monoma seems too unstable with his feet, how his legs seem to shake with every step he tries to take and how frustrated he looks with how uncooperative his body is.

You decide that chilling and cuddling in that corner wouldn’t be so bad, and considering how your shift ended minutes ago, you doubt either you or Monoma will get into trouble.

#✿; impurity #⏱ Monoma brain rot #bnha smut #monoma neito smut #monoma smut #sub monoma neito #sub bnha #mha smut #ლ; blasphemy #𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖒𝖆

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constantlyunlightening · 4 years

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Bedtime

Kinktober Day 5: Orgasm Denial w/ Bakugo Katsuki

Other kinks/Trigger warnings: edging, there’s some minor degradation but nothing too heavy

I got partway through a Monoma fic yesterday and suddenly, this explosive jerk decided to consume my thoughts. I spent my entire shift at work going absolutely feral after working on this.

Katsuki Bakugo owns my ass.

Disclaimers: Read/interact only if you’re 18+. Characters are all 20+

Rules played a pretty big part in your relationship with Katsuki. Growing up training to be the best hero meant he had always lived under a tight set of guidelines. Guidelines of what and how much to eat, how much to exercise, how much to rest, when to go to bed. There were routines - patterns set to benefit the self as much as possible. Becoming an adult didn't mean losing those patterns, it just meant adjusting them. They had adapted and could be flexible when called for but they still existed. They existed for his benefit which is why he was such a stickler for his rules. He may refuse to watch his mouth, he may kick his feet up on tables and he may choose to ignore any societal rules about how to behave in a public area, but lord have mercy on the soul that tries to throw a wrench in Katsuki's bedtime.

That included you.

He took you as a partner but that didn't mean his own schedule was going to bend all too much. In fact, after you two had really become close, he started to try pushing those morals on you. In typical Bakugo fashion, he was a bit of an asshole about it - and really pushy. He'd try and drag you along to his routines - his wake up times, his eating times and his workouts.

At first, you gave a lot of push back. He was your partner, not your baby sitter. Who was he to tell you what to eat? When you had to go to bed? You butting your head back at him was enough to get him to start a conversation with you about the whole thing. It was a long one but it boiled down to Katsuki wanting the very best for you and having those sort of healthy routines was something that would help you in the long run. He cared about you and this was one of his ways to show it, which was sweet, but you had to remind him that you had your own automony and he couldn't expect you to change your lifestyle overnight (or at all, if you didn't want to).

More talking and you eventually decided there wasn't any harm in working to build a healthier routine that you were okay with. Katsuki was allowed to help you but he wasn't allowed to force any sort of rules on you that you didn't want and in return, you weren't going to fuck up his routine either.

It seemed fair enough and, honestly, setting a routine had helped you out in a lot of ways but as of recently, one specific rule had gotten you bent out of shape.

Fucking bedtime.

Sure, your new sleep pattern was healthy and left you with a lot more energy but with Katsuki's current hero schedule, he was rarely ever home before bedtime and - damnit, you had needs. You spent the last week and a half just so horny you could hardly stand it. And then Katsuki wouldn't get home until 15 minutes before bedtime which gave him just enough time to shower and go right to bed. You told him how you were feeling a few times but he would, as politely as he could, tell you to "fuck yourself if it's that bad" before tossing you a vibrator out of the night stand and promptly burying himself under the blankets.

Fates forbid you mess with his damn bed time.

Eventually a few nights of whining had him promising you the next time he got home with time to spare he would hit it until you were crying.

Which is why today, when he returned home an hour and a half before bedtime, you had hopped on him as fast as your legs could move you. He didn't protest as you dropped him to the bed and climbed onto his dick.

He let you work for your own pleasure in this position, giving you the opportunity to stretch yourself out and get warmed up. He let you use him and seek out your own ecstasy on top which you were more than happy to do… at least until he stopped you right when you were getting to the best part. His hands grabbed at your hips and with strength that owned up to the hero's reputation, he tossed you onto your back on the bed. You had instantly shouted your protest, but he was repositioning you by your ankles into a mating press before you could physically do anything in retribution. The plunge of his cock into your quivering pussy quelled any other words you had wanted to say.

"You've been on my case all week, dumbass. You're not allowed to finish yet," he growled, a feral gleam in his eyes as he grinned at you. He leaned forward, putting a little bit of pressure down on your legs to stretch you out under his thrusting. "If you're gonna throw a tantrum, you better be aiming to make it worth your while. I get you wanna be a slut, but you gotta be smarter than that." His taunts just served in making you clench down on him like a vice grip, your moans echoing out into the room.

You were smart but Katsuki could make you so dumb.

Unfortunately for you, this position ended the same as the prior. In the same pattern as the first, he waited until your orgasm was just on the precipice and that's when he would yank out of you to the next position -which this time, involved him spooning you and pushing into you from behind.

And then again. Climb and climb and then right before the high, it was pull out, reposition and restart. He went from spooning you to straddling one of your legs while propping your other in the air. From that to laying you down completely flat and reentering. Each and every new position sent a wave of frustration through you as he ripped away that last wave of pleasure from you. Never quite let you reach your tipping point. By the time he had you on your knees with your ass up in your air and your head in the mattress, tears were welling up in your eyes from the very second his cock rocketed down.

"Oi." Another growl and you felt a large hand fist your hair. He gave a sharp yank and he was dragging your upper half off the bed, pressing your back into his chest and not missing a beat of his cock driving into your body. "Are you crying? You've been asking me to fuck you every single night and now that you got what you want, you're crying. You're not backing out, are you?"

The handle he had made out of your hair stung enough to make your tears fully flow out and you gave a whiney sob as your hands went back, trying to grip onto Katsuki anyway you could.

"N-nooo." There was an answer between your whimpering cries as his free hand snaked between your thighs and started to slowly play with your folds, but purposefully missing that extra sensitive bundle of nerves. "Katsuki, please, lemme cum-"

"That's right. No stopping now. Tough it out princess. You asked for this." There was an arrogance in your voice that would have pissed you off if you weren't so overcome with the urge to cum. He just had to touch you a little harder, fuck you at a slightly different angle. And he knew that - he had to. He knew every single thing about your body so why wasn't he letting you orgasm? You were so fucking close but this time he pushed in deep enough to let his tip hit your cervix and he froze. You didn't bother to contain the sob that escaped you.

"Oh, yeah. You asked, didn't you? I'm doing you a favor, aren't I? I'm helping you out by pounding you into a crying mess. You should be thanking me," he declared cockily, slowly pulling his hips back while he kept your squirmy, needy cunt in the air. And just as only his tip was breeched inside you, he snapped his hips forward, burying all the way inside you and earning another unabashed sob. "So?" His voice was hot on your ear as he nipped at it, making you squeeze around him tighter in dumb, helpless lust. "Where are your fucking manners? Better start saying thank you."

Too fucked out to care about your dignity, you obliged immediately, focused on the reward you wanted so so badly. "Th-thank you-" his hips pushed up once. "Thank you-" another thrust. "Thank you!" And another "Thankyouthankyouthankyou- ohmigod- thankyou-" each babbled out plea earned you more movement, each one faster and feral than the last and before you knew it, he was back to forcing your head down onto the mattress, using it as leverage as he fucked you with enough force to leave your cunt feeling like it was on fire. But pain or pleasure, you were too targeted on the end result to care. The logical side of your mind was long gone.

You were so far gone, you didn't hear the beeping of an alarm somewhere in the background.

At least not until, once again, Katsukis dick was pulled out of you and you were left with nothing but your own unbearably pent up energy. But you weren't manhandled and contorted into another shape this time. Instead, this time you felt something hot and sticky spurt out across your back. Had he just-

You choked, desperately trying to scramble to see what exactly he was doing - what he had done. Why he had stopped! But before you could turn to look, he had plopped down to his side and was tugging you up against his chest. You finally took note of the annoyingly loud buzzing of an alarm on your nightstand, but it didn't really register with you as to what it was. "What the fuck?" You practically bawled as you struggled in his strong grip, squirming like if you could move enough, you'd be impaled on his dick again.

"I set an alarm for when it was time for bed dumb ass." Your blood boiled even in your pathetic, quivering state. "Guess you should have came faster." You wanted to scream. You almost did but it broke with the way your tears made you choke up. He had timed that! He did that on purpose! He not only edged you this entire time only to rip away your orgasm at the last second, but he had pulled out and came on you! You were going to lose your mind. You felt feral in his grasp as he kept you in place, only letting one arm escape you for a second so he could bang on the alarm to stop blaring. You wanted to argue, shout, scream - anything - but having that much pro hero dick making a mess of your insides without actually accomplishing anything left you without the brain power to form anything beyond incoherent whines and cries.

Kisses that were meant to soothe you as they trailed over your neck didn't do much this time, but Katsuki littered a few of them anyway. He wasn't even really trying to fool you that he was being nice. You could feel his smirk against your flesh. "Quit shaking so much. After how long we just went, if I stick it back in you're going to be whining about how bad it hurts," he declared, which wasn't untrue - your almost-high was starting to wind down and you felt nothing but uncomfortable. "Go to bed. I took off tomorrow morning so i'll let you cum as much as you want when you wake up."

He paused as he dragged the blanket over you, ignoring your babbling whimpers, as he pulled back just enough to look at you with a cocky smirk. "As long as you actually get your ass up on time."

#bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #kinktober #bnha smut #im so angry this didnt show in the tags the first time

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hopelesshawks · 3 years

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Physical Fatality Part 12- Grief

18+ Hawks x fem, pro hero!reader

Summary: You’re a rising star in All Might’s agency. Hawks is the darling of Endeavor’s. By virtue of your job descriptions, the two of you are supposed to hate each other, or at the very least be cautiously neutral. For a long time that’s exactly what the two of you did. You stayed out of each other’s way and formed little opinion of the other. One fateful night at an HPSC gala changes all that. Based on the album Hopeless Fountain Kingdom by Halsey.

If you don’t want to see Physical Fatality content blacklist #hopelesspf

This story will have multiple NSFW parts so it is 18+ ONLY minors dni

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Over the course of your relationship Hawks has seen you pissed off quite a bit. He’s seen you mildly annoyed, he’s seen you decently irritated, and he’s seen you practically rabid with rage. He is intimately familiar with the spectrum of your anger.

And yet all of those times combined cannot compare to the level of rage he sees in you now.

Red Riot, who Hawks now realizes must have arrived with you, rushes to Bakugo’s side to check on him. Only once you’re positive Hawks and Bakugo won’t lunge at each other again do you unceremoniously drop Hawks to the ground. “What the fuck is your problem?” you demand as you storm over to him. “Look I’m sorry but-“ he starts but you don’t let him finish. “There shouldn’t be a ‘but’ in that sentence Hawks why the fuck are you fighting Bakugo of all people? You could’ve killed him!” “Technically he could’ve killed me too, let’s not make him sound helpless.” “That is NOT the point Hawks.” “Right yea no, of course it isn’t. Look I’m sorry things got out of hand but-” “Out of hand? OUT OF HAND? Your lack of self awareness is genuinely fucking phenomenal my GOD.” “Christ will you fucking listen to me instead of cutting me off every fucking time I try to speak?” “You don’t get to make demands right now! You know all this shit reflects back on me!” “Right your precious fucking reputation.” “Yes! My job relies on it remember!” “Could you forget about All Might and the press and whatever else for one goddamn minute? Our relationship is fucking drowning in it!” “What fucking relationship? I don’t even know what the fuck this is anymore.” “What are you on about now?” “We’re not lovers Hawks! We’re just strangers with the same damn hunger to be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all and it’s gotten genuinely pathetic now.” “Pathetic?” “Yes pathetic! Because clearly we aren’t supposed to be together!” “Says who?” “Look around you Hawks! Apparently fucking everyone and everything!”

Your words seem to echo around the two of you, both of your chests heaving in the wake of the argument. Both of you had forgotten yourselves for a moment and as awareness creeps back in you suddenly can feel the eyes of every reporter and civilian in the area boring into you. “What are you saying (y/n)?” Hawks asks and his voice is heartbreakingly quiet, hands clenched into fists. “I’m saying this is done,” you reply. “Don’t do this, please, I love you and-“ “No you don’t Hawks. You might think you do but you don’t. We love love and the idea of it and for fleeting moments between the arguments and the press and our bosses and everything else we thought we had it but we don’t. Or at least it’s not strong enough to out weigh everything else. I’m sorry,” you sigh before turning away. Cameras flash and reporters shout questions but you ignore them all as you walk over to where Kirishima is helping Bakugo up off the ground. “(Y/n)-“ Bakugo starts to say but you cut him off. “Don’t. I’ll deal with you after we get you patched up,” you tell him before you and Kirishima start walking him back to your agency.

Hawks stares after you, feeling frozen in place as you leave him behind and take his shattered heart with you. “Told you so,” Monoma suddenly taunts from beside him. Hawks jumps, having not noticed when Monoma had come down from the building’s rooftop. Hawks whirls around to face him, grabbing hold of the collar of his shirt. “Ah, ah, ah, don’t you think you’ve done enough damage?” Monoma asks cheekily, jerking his head towards the still flashing cameras. Hawks’ grip tightens momentarily before releasing the other man. Unfortunately Monoma has a point and Hawks really isn’t eager to make things even harder for you. “Don’t worry bird boy, I’ll invite you to our wedding,” Monoma tells the other man before flouncing away, pleased with himself. Hawks tells himself the best he can do now is wait for you to calm down and talk to you then so without another word and before he can do anything else to worsen the situation, he takes off back to Endeavor’s agency and hopes the others from the task force will have good news to share.

The first words he hears when he walks into the meeting room on the top floor are “You’re a fucking idiot” from none other than Shoto Todoroki himself. “I really don’t want to talk about it,” Hawks sighs. “You’re the only one. Pretty much every gossip blog and news outlet ever is talking about it,” Tokoyami tells him. “Headlines are all about how (y/n) is rubbing off on you in the worst possible ways and speculating about your break up,” Midoriya adds in, an unspoken accusation buried beneath his faux neutral tone. “We didn’t break up, she’s just upset,” Hawks denies, desperate to be right. “Really? Looked like a break up to me and the thousands of people who’ve already read the articles and the few dozen people that watched this whole train wreck you started,” Shoto quips. “Can we please just focus on the mission? Please tell me you got good intel,” Hawks sighs. “Since some of us are capable of doing our job, yes. Luckily for you the terror group is in the building we were watching and since you and Kacchan drew so much attention to the other building they think we’re way off base in our search for them. We should be able to make a move by this weekend,” Midoriya informs him. “Great. What now?” Hawks replies. “Now we wait to move out and I go back to my agency to reassure my probably panicked best friend,” Midoriya bites out before handing the last of his operation notes to Shoto and storming out.

“Jesus, I thought Deku was a puppy,” Hawks remarks as the door slams closed. “Midoriya’s always been scary when he wants to be, he’s just also very genuinely kind,” Tokoyami shrugs. “Which is exactly why being on his bad side is a nightmare,” Shoto points out. “Thanks Shoto. Really making me feel better.” “I wasn’t trying to make you feel better. In fact you should feel bad.” “I’m gonna call her,” Hawks sighs as he pulls out his phone to dial your number. The first call rings for awhile before going to voicemail. So does the second. The third is sent straight to voicemail. The fourth doesn’t even go through as he’s promptly alerted his number has been blocked. Hawks swears and tosses his phone onto the table in frustration. “I must have really crossed the line,” he sighs. “You think?” Shoto asks with a raised eyebrow.

“For the record I threw the first punch,” Bakugo admits somewhat sheepishly as you dab at one of several cuts he sustained during the fight. “Unprovoked?” “Obviously not.” “Then it doesn’t change anything. And you’re not off the hook either, what the fuck were you thinking?” you question as you start bandaging him up. “I don’t know, Monoma was being a little shit which got Hawks all worked up and then I tried to get him to back down and we both got worked up and well... you know how that went,” he admits. He watches as your phone lights up again with Hawks’ contact info. You grab it, sending him to voicemail again before blocking his number and putting your phone back down. “Are you sure about breaking up with him?” Bakugo asks and you can tell by how uncharacteristically gentle his voice is that he’s concerned. “I.... don’t know. In a perfect world I’d love to take the time to unpack all of this bullshit and work it out with him. I already know I’ll miss him. I’ll miss the mornings with him laying in my bed and the thought of a forever him and me but I bet all he’ll miss is my body,” you confess. “Don’t you think you’re not giving him enough credit?” “Probably. But I can’t sit at home and be his housewife which means I have to focus on salvaging my career. I’m lucky All Might is out of the office, gives me time to try and think up a sales pitch.” “You’re a good hero (y/n). All Might knows that.” “He also knows he gave me an ultimatum,” you point out. You finish off bandaging Bakugo up and he looks as if he’s about to say something else but you resume talking before he can. “I’m going to head home and lie low. Hopefully I’ll still be employed next time you see me,” you sigh before giving Bakugo’s shoulder an affectionate squeeze and walking out.

The video of you and Hawks’ break up is already viral by the time you get back to your apartment.

You walk straight past the living room, completely ignoring your concerned roommates, and head right into your room. Your phone alerts you to several no doubt concerned texts from Midoriya but you ignore them all as you collapse onto your bed. You lie there for awhile, letting your phone ping almost incessantly with concern from your friends and all the news alerts mentioning your name. When your ringtone cuts through all the other alerts you almost ignore it, assuming it’s Midoriya calling to check on you. Your heart sinks when All Might’s name flashes on the screen instead. You take a deep breath, stubbornly ignoring the way it rattles in your chest, and then answer the phone. “(Y/n)....” All Might starts. “I know,” you answer. “We had a deal.” “I’m a good hero. You know I am.” “I know you are. But we had a deal. I’m sorry.”

Numb.

Achingly,

Heart wrenchingly,

World endingly,

Numb.

That’s how you feel as you listen to All Might continue to justify his decision without actually hearing a word he’s saying. You vaguely register apologies and talk of the agency’s reputation, but for the most part you’re too busy feeling your entire universe crashing down around you to pay much attention to his words. You don’t know how long it’s been when you finally register that he’s been calling your name. “(Y/n)! Are you alright?” All Might presses. You don’t answer. You hang up your phone, face still blank, as Denki and Mina appear in your doorway. They both look you over for a long moment before wordlessly climbing onto your bed to join you. They cuddle up on either side of you and only once you’re safely wrapped up in their arms do you finally allow yourself to break. You mourn the career you worked so hard for as sobs wrack through your body. Your chest and ribs burn with the force of it but the feeling is nothing compared to the bitter grief of losing your job. As your friends hold you, you utter only one heartbreaking phrase between sobs:

“What am I if not a hero?”

Author’s Note: 🥲 we’re getting close to the end game now everyone, and boy oh boy does it hurt

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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I’d really love to see darling just teasing the hell out of deku and just toying with his feelings knowing he had a massive crush on her but would never try anything... or so she thought ;))) maybe bang it out in the detention room idk lol all g if this prompt doesn’t spark ur interest, have a good one! ❤️

While I try to avoid writing nsfw stuff for requests, I do like the idea of Izuku getting affectionate with his would-be Darling… hopefully, this’ll suffice.

TW: Non-Consensual Touching, Emotional Manipulation, and Threats of Violence.

Monoma had been the one to put you up to it.

He’d said it would be funny, and for weeks, it was. One of the top students in 3-A falling head-over-heels for a stain on the Support Course, All Might's personal golden boy tripping over himself to get the attention of someone who barely had a quirk at all, it was like fate fell to its knees in front of you and begged you to take advantage of the situation. You’d been skeptical, at first, but it was shy, adoring puppy-love, the kind of sappy romance that made a man shove love letters under your door when he could hardly manage to talk to you in-person. Turning him down entirely would’ve been heartless, and you couldn’t say you didn’t enjoy the attention, both from your classmates as you laughed over the newest ‘anonymous’ poem and Izuku himself.

You felt guilty, occasionally, but it was just a harmless joke. Your intentions weren’t pure, but you thought Izuku would look back on his stumbling attempts at romantic gestures and laugh with you. Monoma told you that these kinds of things always ended well.

It didn’t feel like a joke anymore, though.

Izuku’s hands were stronger than you realized, leaving indents when they moved from your waist to your thighs, his strength enough to hold you up regardless of what he decided to hold onto. His chest was too warm, broad and pushed against your own, radiating more heat whenever he attempted to close the nonexistent gap between the two of you. He’d gotten tired of your lips minutes ago, finding sanctuary in the crook of your neck, the sound of violent kisses and your meek whimpers echoing throughout the (mercifully) empty classroom. Shoving didn’t phase him, so you were left to tangle your fingers in dark curls and pray he noticed the way you were tugging at his scalp, or how tense you were, or anything about the person underneath him.

If he cared that you were uncomfortable, he didn’t make a point of showing it. You’d wonder if he cared about you at all, if you weren’t so afraid of finding out the answer.

You were lifted without warning, dragged away from the wall Izuku had pinned you to and dropped onto the teacher’s desk unceremoniously. The vantage point was high enough for Izuku to force your legs apart, quickly filling the available space. He braced himself on the wooden table-top as his attention returned to your jugular, his affection turning more intense than it had been. “M-Midoriya,” You called, your voice cracked as he bit into your skin, nothing cushioning the feeling of his teeth piercing your neck. There’d be a mark, tomorrow, if not a puncture wound. “Aizawa could come back--”

“He won’t. He never does.” There was no hesitation, no reluctance, only a firm affirmation and a blinding smile, Izuku perking up to better stare you down. He let out a nervous laugh before he continued, momentarily averting his eyes, his confidence wavering with a rub to the back of his neck. “I… I’ve been in trouble a few times, so I know how this works. Aizawa lectures us for a few minutes and says he’s going to be gone for a second, but he always falls asleep in the teacher’s lounge until the end of the hour.” He brightened, again, drawing you closer and squeezing your side playfully. “Which means we have tons of time together. Isn’t that great?”

Something inside your chest tightened, coiling around your lungs and going taunt. One burst by the time you spoke, you were sure. “I’m just not sure it’s a good idea. We’re still in public--”

“Why’s that?” The question was posed with an innocent chuckle, and you almost believed he didn’t know what he was doing. “Would it be so bad if someone saw us? I know they’ll spread rumors, but maybe they should. That way, everyone’ll know we’re together.” He paused, pecking your lips, the gesture as fleeting as it was giddy. “It’ll save time, when we finally make it official.”

You tugged at his hair again, subconsciously, and Izuku leaned into your palm, the action as reflexive as your own. “I’m not sure if I want that,” You admitted, preparing yourself for an apologetic response. But, if he’d heard you, you couldn’t tell, Izuku only humming as he began to tug your blazer down your arm. “I don’t know if I want this.”

He didn’t pay you any mind, starting to toy with the first button of your uniform’s shirt. “You want this, and so do I. There’s no reason to be nervous.”

“Still, I… I want to stop.” You tried to be more firm, more stern in your approach, your hands returning to his biceps. You pushed him away with as much strength as you could manage, forcing him to acknowledge your displeasure. Izuku whined as he was separated from you, no longer grinning. A light frown had taken its place, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be discouraged. “I don’t want this at all. I know you like me, but I’m still not sure I like you. And I know I’m not going to like you any more if somebody catches us.” You sighed, shaking your head, more for yourself than for him. “Can’t we just talk for a while? Like we always do, ‘zuku.”

He blinked once, twice. “No.”

You couldn’t help but feel a little smaller. “No?”

“No.” His mouth was on yours in an instant, pushing against you furiously and refusing to budge when you attempted to get away. Arms snaked around your midriff as you tried to kick, pulling you closer, closer, too close, Izuku paying no regard to the nails now embedded in his cheek. It was primal and passionate and suffocating, your entire body constricting in an effort to escape him. Even as he pulled away, he refused to let go of you, his chin resting on your shoulder, erasing the thought of distance from your mind. “You accept my gifts. You let me in when I come to your room, and you don’t reject my confessions. You want this.” He stopped, abruptly, warm breath fanning over your neck. “That, or Monoma wasn’t lying. And if he wasn’t lying, then you must’ve been. You must not really like me.”

You curled into yourself, and Izuku’s hold on you tightened. “What if I don’t?”

He laughed, under his breath, his demeanor lightening as soon as the words were off your tongue. It was like someone flipped a switch, his touch nothing short of gentle as he took a step back, finally giving you space to breathe. A hand rose to cup your chin, rubbing over half-bruised hickeys tenderly, as if he was apologizing for being so rough. Luckily, the adoration in his eyes freed you of that delusion.

He smiled and kissed you one more time, barely making contact. You flinched. It must’ve been impossible for him to miss, but... he didn’t care.

He just didn’t care.

“I don’t know what I would do,” He said, cheerily. “But maiming the bastard seems like a good place to start.”

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sangriapeaches · 4 years

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beg for it | monoma neito

synopsis: You’re the only one who can make Monoma unravel like this by taking him down a peg or two.

pairing: monoma neito x gn! reader

word count: 840

warnings: nsfw! edging + pegging

Monoma should have known better than to expect something more when you suggest to him, “Let’s try something new.”

He’s not a fan of new things. In fact, you know that he hates the idea because he never knows what to expect. Somehow, with you, he has gotten used to the fact that he has to deal with this on a daily basis, and a sigh slips from his mouth as you use one hand to frame his face, letting your fingers settle on his cheek softly. Warmth spirals across his face, blossoming like a flower bathing in sunlight. It’s almost amusing to see how his reactions are displayed ever so easily on his face.

“Why not?” you tease him. “Are you going to pussy out as usual?”

It’s easy to bait him as his eyes flash with indignance. Far too predictable, you think to yourself coyly.

“What do you mean by ‘as usual?’”

“I mean, remember the time that I asked you to try eating pizza with pineapple?” you recall. “Or the time that Bakugou challenged you to a spicy food eating competition? Or —”

“Okay, I get it,” he cuts you off, rolling his eyes at your triumphant grin that widens by the second. He notices how your other hand is tucked behind your back, placed out of his sight on purpose, causing him to narrow his eyes. “What’s that in your hands?”

This time, he’s too quick, a blur in your vision when he leans forward to snatch it out of your hands.

“What the —”

Heat floods your vision as you avert your eyes. “You might like it; you never know.”

It takes some time for him to agree, but with a couple slow kisses exchanged with sweet nothings murmured, he finally breaks. The idea of losing control is not exactly something that Monoma’s used to, no matter what he says. You’re able to ease him in, pressing him against the mattress. His shirt is already thrown onto the ground, and you take care to grip the waistband of his jeans to try to shimmy him out.

“Having trouble?” he asks, a small smirk lining his lips.

“No, I’m good,” you say determinedly. It isn’t often that you get him to agree to your ideas, so you’re willing to take advantage of this moment. Your hand meets his ass, enjoying how the blood drains from your palm momentarily and how he arches up to inhale the impact. “Just enjoying the view.”

When you finally strip him to nothing, you can feel his hesitation, but he has agreed nonetheless, throwing out sardonic remarks (“You sure that you can handle this, darling? You’re going far too slow”), and you banter easily, giving ample time for him to call a stop to all of this (“Maybe my cock’s too big for your tiny hole”). Silence dips into your conversation when your lips travel across his shoulder blades as you cup his waist with a firm grasp.

There’s something so special about watching him unravel under your touch with how his whole body shudders from your slow movements. It’s like watching a snowflake sink into the ground, the ice finally sinking into the dewy grass from spring’s touch. His fingers curl, digging into the bedsheets with impatience. A groan ripples through his body, sweat glistening against his muscles, and it echoes throughout the room deliciously.

“Stop teasing me,” he breathes out as your fingers play a silent melody against his length, feeling how the veins pulse against your fingers. “Just put it in already.”

Your eyes linger on how his cock barely shakes, blood rushing to the tip of it.

“It? It’s my cock we’re talking about,” you drawl, letting your lips brush against the shell of his ear. “I can watch you fall apart and hear your pretty little whimpers hum through the whole room. Maybe you’ll even scream until your voice becomes all hoarse when I wreck your throat. Nothing will ever happen if you keep up this act, crying like an ungrateful slut for my cock. I’d rather you beg for it.”

At the sound of the idea of begging you, Monoma freezes. Never in his life has he ever had to beg for something, and he doesn’t exactly want to start now. As he turns around to look at you, there’s a moment of realization on his face. On the cusp of coming, he’s desperate, not wanting you to make his orgasm ebb away once more.

“I want you in me,” Monoma says, his voice now a whisper.

“What was that again?”

He grits his teeth. “I want you to fill my hole up and fuck me senseless like the filthy slut I am.”

“That wasn’t too hard, was it now?” you croon, spreading his cheeks with a smile.

The morning after, he’s cursing you in his mind when he doesn’t have an explanation for his co-workers in his agency as to why he has a sore throat and isn’t sick at all.

a/n: first post on my blog! i hope you enjoyed it 💕

#bnha #bnha smut #bnha x reader #bnha headcanons #bnha imagines #monoma x reader #monoma neito x reader #neito monoma x reader #bnha monoma neito #bnha neito monoma #lychee.fruit

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adelheidvonschicksal · 4 years

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Degradation | Monoma x F!Reader

Synopsis/Request: Monoma and a shy reader from class A, who has a crush on him and that gets off on his teasing and being talked down to. He figures this out and decides to fully take advantage... I want him to just be a dominating haughty jerk with lots of degrading dirty talk and humiliation.

Content Warning: Smut, NSFW, Humiliation, Cursing, Unhealthy Relationships, Jealousy

Filtering: Filter “Notsfw” and “Aadelssmut” to block out content of this subject.

@dee-madwriter - you raise me Shouto. I raise you Monoma <3

It was a constant chore to remind yourself that you were not married to, let alone dating, Monoma. After all, Monoma had repeatedly told you that a man of his caliber doesn’t date whores, so you had no one but yourself to blame for your hurt feelings when he would flirt with other women. You were the one with the crush even though your relationship was purely physical. Just classmates that had sex together from time to time.

You weren’t entirely convinced that was true though. Sure, he would take the opportunity to flaunt any new potential conquest in front of you— the goal seems to find one who contrasted against your body, your personality the most. Just to test how much he could get away with at the end of the day.

“You’re just so boring sometimes can you blame me,” he’d say.

Despite how boring he claims you were, how worthless spending time with you was, he would still come back to you, exciting your broken heart again.

Sometimes, he even gets jealous. Or, you’d like to think. Each time he sees another boy taking your attention, he’d get angry, accuse you of giving it up to any man that asked and saying that he’s done with you. But the next minute, he’d still fuck you good and hard during his rant, and you end up soaking through with your cum by the next morning.

It was like the more he said he hated you, the more he meant he liked you, the more he wanted to own you, and you couldn’t get enough of the fact that he chose you. Even if you’re quiet, even if you’re pathetically weak, he chose to get worked up over you and bury his frustrations deep, like his cock pistoning in your mouth.

Monoma was merciless when it came to your body. He would leave it bruised and sore, coming back without so much as letting you catch your breath. The only thing you had time for was to gasp and whimper as he slammed against the back of your throat.

Gentle was not a part of his vocabulary as he roughly cupped your face and fucked your mouth. Reaching your limit, you pulled away, letting his cock sloppily bend against the side of your cheek as he missed your mouth.

Monoma readjusted, invading your battered throat again, and you gagged, letting him slide out with the waterfall of saliva that drained from your mouth.

“You still can’t deepthroat me yet. What’s the point of letting you suck my dick when you can’t even take me all the way in your mouth?” The blond scoffed disappointedly. “I should’ve asked Pony. Her lips feel better, and she swallows too.”

“ But you still asked me instead ,” you thought, feeling your skin warm. “I’m sorry. I’ll do better.”

“Forget it. I don’t expect much from you anyway. Just take off your panties. Your pussy can’t be any worse,” he demands, and you raise your hands under your skirt and shimmy out of your panties. He watched like a hawk as you slid the snowy cotton down your legs and let it hit the ground.

“I thought only virgins could wear white,” he mocked, making you flinch and embarrassedly drop your head. It was his fault you weren’t one anymore in the first place. He seemed proud of the fact.

“I’m washing the others…” you admitted, squeezing your feet together. The confession made him laugh though, haughty and deep, and you smiled faintly as the beautiful sound graced your ears.

“Bend over.”

You nodded, following his directions as you bent over your desk, your ass in the air and exposed. You couldn’t wait, the excitement building higher in you. It had been too long since the last time Monoma took you. The sound of his belt clinging fully open echoed in the empty room, and it wasn’t long after that he entered you with a swift thrust.

It was near impossible to hold back your moans each time his hips met the curve of your ass. The skin of which burned as he dug his nails into you, gripping you in place. Your body burned and tingled each time he re-stretched your tight cunt. The pleasant aftereffects were sure to be there tomorrow. Your eyes screwed back as you let out a long moan.

“It never stops amazing me how easy you manage to take me here after all this time. It’s not a compliment. It just means you’re too loose. You must have given it up a lot to get like this.”

“No,” you answered. “I haven’t done so much.”

Monoma scoffed teasingly. “I find that hard to believe! Tell me how many of your classmates have seen you like this.”

“None,” you repeated, gasping as he angled up into you.

“Don’t lie to me. I can’t stand nothing more than liars,” he teased, not expecting for you to actually change your answer. When you did, it made his foot slide and his body jerk clumsily.

“One.”

Monoma wrapped his fingers into your hair, pulling your head back roughly. You groaned as your neck strained. “Come again?”

“O-One…I-It just kind of happened,” you mumbled.

“What kind of excuse is that!” he scolded, the shrill of his voice making your wince even worse than the pull of your hair as he roughly forced your head back to the desk. “This is exactly why I don’t date whores. I think I’m actually going to be sick.”

“I’m sorry, Monoma-kun. I didn’t mean to,” you apologized.

“Shut up. I don’t want to hear you, you dirty cunt,” he growled, but each degrading spat only meant he was more envious that someone else got to taste you too. You wanted to hear more of it, the scolding making you wetter and wetter. “Why don’t I fuck you in front of all of them then. Let them know you’re open for business.”

You grunted, your voice timing with the dragging of your desk against the floorboard. You were going to have scratches again tomorrow, and it was going to hurt to sit for the next few days but the knowledge that Monoma was responsible made it even better. “Monoma,” you mewled, trying to turn to see him.

“Keep your head down. I don’t want to see your face. You always look hideous when you cum,” he said, pushing you face down and pressing more of his weight onto you.

But you knew he’d demand to see your face after he made you cum even if it was to tell you how desperate for him you looked.

“I can’t stand you.”

But you knew that was a lie, too. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be fighting so hard to hold in the moans telling how your body pleased him as he throbbed hard inside of you and tensed. He pressed his head to your back, his thrusts becoming haphazard.

“S-Shit. You’re not even good enough to nut in.”

But your heart fluttered knowing he would anyway.

#monoma x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #Adelssmut #notsfw

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galaxythixf · 1 year

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@ofgravitation said: ❛ what are you smiling at ? ❜ / for monoma from ochako! Some meme || Not Accepting

The smile she's referring to could be more accurately described as a smirk, stifling what would have been a laugh if it weren't for the fact that it was hidden by a gloved hand and a turn of his head. Swallowing away his comments, he finally offers her a hand for leverage. The action actually felt so natural that he nearly forgot he was offering it to and before it could register, it was a little too late to take it back. "Of all things, I didn't realize clumsy fell upon your many traits." It was an honest little slip given the weather and how easy it was to slip on the icy ground that tested their balance with every uneven step. Although to see her land flat on her bottom mid-way through conversation was, to say the least, unexpected.

"Too proud to take a hand?" He taunts with a wave of his hand. No matter what he promised, he wasn't sure he'd be able to forget about this. Even she had flaws, it seemed.

#✰ — IC ✶ Racing With The Stars #Asks #✰ — Monoma ✶ Your Echo Is Better Than You #✰ — Neichako ✶ You tear my heart out in just the perfect way (Ship; ofgravitation)#✰ — Queued ✶ Traveling Through The Solar System

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simplybakugou · 4 years

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Off the Deep End

↝ In a world of supernatural and all powerful quirks, Bakugou is baffled when he has to help a mermaid save her kingdom against his arch nemesis.

PROMPT: “You’re a what now?!”

⋆ PAIRING: prohero!bakugou x mermaid!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing ⋆ WORD COUNT: 6011

A/N: Here’s my submission for the @bnhabookclub mermay event! I may or may not have made Monoma the villain because it was funny to me I swear that I don’t hate him lmao. Also I’m sorry if this is probably the worst thing you’ve ever read lol

Tagging: @sipsteainanxiety shay thank you for your sweet words during our sprints. I hope you enjoy this :)

✐posted 5.31.2020✐

“I can’t believe I’m listening to your bullshit right now,” Bakugou grumbled into his phone over the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks, looking around the dock.

“Dude, Sero and I are telling you that there’s something really weird happening around there!” Kaminari urged on the other line, the panic evident in his voice. “I read that so many people patrolled in that area and they said that something fishy’s going on. Just check it out for me?”

Bakugou laughed. “Are you too fucking scared to check it out yourself?”

“No!” Kaminari blurted in annoyance. “It’s just… electricity and water aren’t a good combination.”

“Sounds like a fucking excuse to me but whatever. I’ll see what you’re whining about.” Bakugou hung up shortly after, shoving the device into his back pocket as he walked along the wooden panels. He scanned the area, not seeing anything out of the ordinary or anything to be frightful for. That idiot’s complaining for nothin’...

The only peculiar thing about this sector was that usually docks and ports would have various boats attached to it but this had nothing, just a wooden walkway staring right into the mouth of the ocean. Bakugou shrugged, assuming that his friends were blindly believing blatantly idiotic rumors. He wouldn’t be surprised if this was a prank they were trying to pull either as the pair would often mess around with him and attempt to send him off on wild goose chases.

With that thought in mind, Bakugou walked off into the opposite direction, making his way towards his car so he could get back to his agency until the sound of laughter stopped him in his tracks, one that sounded like bells ringing and echoing in the air. He spun around, eyes averting in all directions to try and locate the source of the melodic laughter. The area was abandoned and the sun beaming in the sky would reveal anyone roaming around easily. That was why Bakugou was even more baffled when the sound repeated, loud enough to be heard over the collision of the splashing waves.

Not thinking twice, Bakugou approached the source of the sound, believing that this was what Kaminari and Sero were so afraid of. He got to the end of the dock, his feet on the edge as he attempted to search for the mysterious voice once more.

“What the fuck am I even doing here?” Bakugou grumbled to himself, deciding to head back after failing to find the voice and once again annoyed with himself for even coming here in the first place.

“Whoa, I didn’t think people actually came on this side of the portside anymore,” a voice quipped just as Bakugou was walking away.

He turned around, taking a few steps back as he gasped to see a person in the water, smiling up at him. “The fuck you think you’re doing?! It’s too dangerous to be in the water!”

You were taken aback by his sudden concern, your lips curling upwards in amusement. “Now this is odd. It’s not everyday a human is worried about me.”

“What are you--” Bakugou stopped as he saw you dove underwater, causing Bakugou to toss his shoes and phone to the side. Even if he was off duty for his job, he was still a hero and he wouldn’t let anyone drown themselves, no matter how stupid they were for doing so.

Just as he was about to begrudgingly jump into the water, your head popped back up, even more amused than you were before. A human was willing to risk his life to save you. Bakugou sighed, irritated that he was even entertaining you or that you were pleased by this in the first place. “You think this is funny? Just get out of the fucking water, you’re wasting my time.”

You laughed, the sound ringing in Bakugou’s ears. “I’m sorry, maybe this will make more sense if I do this.”

Before Bakugou could question what you were doing this time, you swam over to the edge of the dock, hoisting yourself up over one of the many ginormous boulders lodged into the side. Bakugou nearly choked at the sight before him, feeling like his eyes were deceiving him.

But it was not a deception. There you were, sitting atop the boulder, with two shells covering your chest and the rest of your upper body adorned with miniature seashells. Your lower half was inhuman as a large tail, iridescent hues of blue and purple sheen covering it.

“As you can see I’m not human, so you don’t have to worry about me,” you said, grinning from ear-to-ear, completely beguiled by his flabbergasted expression. It was always funny whenever humans reacted this way to seeing you, although it had been years since you’d last seen a human. “I’m a mermaid.”

“Y-You’re a what now?!” Bakugou asked, absolutely bewildered. When Kaminari had informed him about odd occurrences happening in this dock in the past, Bakugou suspected anything but a mermaid to appear.

You maneuvered down the boulder using your arms, settling back in the water and swimming closer to the dock to get a better look at Bakugou. He took a step back, flustered by how intense your staring was. “W-What? Why’re you giving me that weird ass look?”

You chuckled, resting your head in your hands. “The last times humans showed up in this part, they came because they wanted to see the ‘legend’ of the mermaids that live here. And everytime I had to deal with those humans, I had to scare them off so that my people could live in peace. This is the first time someone has come here without any ill intentions.”

Bakugou took a small step forward, looking down to verify once more that your tail was real and not a figment of his imagination. You giggled, lifting your tail up slightly above the water. “It’s real. You weren’t imagining anything.”

Bakugou felt disconcerted by this whole situation, unable to comprehend what to do or how to go about this. He knew he had to return to work soon but he didn’t know how to just walk away from this knowing that you were a full fledged mermaid. You rose a brow at him. “You’re not going to go to your friends and have them come down here, are you? Because I’m really not looking to have a fight with anyone.”

Bakugou shook his head slowly. “It’s none of their business to come down here. I just came ‘cause my friend’s a fucking pussy and was nagging me to check out this area.”

You smiled, grateful and also a little surprised that a human had no desire to exploit you and your species’ existence. “I appreciate it. You know… you’re not that bad. I’ve always despised you humans for everything that you’ve done, but I think you’re pretty okay.”

Bakugou scoffed, looking off to the side. “Whatever.”

You laughed at his reaction, looking up at him and taking in his features. He looked nothing like any human you’d ever seen. His hair was spiky, not budging against the rhythm of the wind beating against it. His eyes were the brightest, most intense shade of scarlet red, making you feel intimidated just by one look. And yet he was handsome, too.

“You’re really pretty, you know that?” You said bluntly.

Bakugou’s eyes widened, his cheeks inflamed. “Shut up! Just mind your business and do whatever fish shit you do. I’m leaving.”

You watched as he stomped off, ten times more amused than you were before. He was interesting to say the least, and you were hoping that he would keep his word and not bring any unwanted attention to your existence. But somehow, you felt like you could trust this beautiful stranger.

***

Since that day, Bakugou felt himself physically and mentally drawn to the dock. He started out by stopping by occasionally, curious to see you once more. Your mere existence intrigued him, although he would never admit it. Slowly with time, his visits became more frequent and you began catching him in his act. So you joined him, talking to the only human you’d ever met that was curious about you solely because he wanted to get to know you.

And you wanted to know more about him, often finding yourself waiting by the boulders for his visits. And the more you two met, the more you learned about one another. It was your first time meeting a pro hero, understanding why Bakugou felt obligated to help you when first meeting you.

And Bakugou learned about you and your kingdom. You were a princess of an underwater kingdom called Coara, guarding your kingdom from prying and nosy humans, many of whom were scientists who would go as far as wanting to dissect you and your people if they had gotten their grubby hands on you. Bakugou frowned whenever he heard the anger in your voice when voicing your opinion on how aggravated and fed up you had been with such pestering people.

You were interesting to say the least. Most people’s first impressions of Bakugou were mostly negative, people often complaining about his abrasiveness or that he was too rude for their liking. But not to you. Even the way he spoke to you was intriguing for you, you finding yourself into him even more than you already were.

But the more you thought about him and were around him, the more you felt unsettled by your new friendship. All your life you had worked to gain this peace that had finally remained. You warned yourself that humans were bad news, vowing to reprimand anyone who so much as approached this area. And yet you wanted to be around Bakugou more and more, feeling disappointed if he didn’t show up on certain days due to his demanding occupation.

And just like any other day, you waited by the boulders, growing impatient as the sun had begun to set, casting an orange hue over the sea. “He’s late…” you muttered to yourself, returning back underwater for the remainder of the night.

Although Bakugou had informed you previously that his job had irregular working times, meaning it was never certain that he was free on certain days, you felt annoyed with him. In fact, for the past few days he hadn’t shown up at your usual spot. Since he never had any way of contacting you, as you were a mermaid and had no reason to be acquainted with human-made technological devices like cell phones, Bakugou was never able to tell you when he wouldn’t be able to see you. If he were being completely honest, he still couldn’t believe that he was regularly meeting with a mermaid in the first place.

So for his lack of visits, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

“I really don’t think this is a good idea, Y/N,” one of your closest friends urged, looking around the dock as it had been quite some time since she had even bothered to go above the surface from the safety of her underwater home.

You waved her off. “It’s fine, Alicia. As long as no one else finds out about this, which is why I trust that you won’t say a word about this to the others.”

Alicia scoffed. “Of course not, Your Highness.”

You gave her a look as she laughed at you teasingly. “You know you’re the only one allowed to not call me that because it weirds me out when you say it.”

She grinned, throwing her arm over your shoulder. “That’s because we’ve been stuck to the hip since day one! I’d do anything for you.”

You smiled softly, looking around the area once more to confirm that no one was watching or listening in. Then you reached over to the dock, pulling yourself up with the help of Alicia pushing the rear of your tail. Twisting your body around you sat back, flexing your tail above water.

“No turning back now!” You exclaimed, placing your hands on your tail and activating your quirk. As you were a mermaid, you still were born with quirks like humans. Similar to how some animals have intellectual type quirk that allow them to communicate with humans, you still had a quirk. Your quirk was Legs, giving you the ability to provide yourself and others with human legs at your command. You could also take them away at will and this quirk only benefited those who didn’t already have legs. It was an odd quirk but it was yours. It was often used in the past, back when the people of Coara were interested in human life, and you and your mother had the same quirk. It was tradition that the first daughter of the royal family inherited this quirk as a means to make amends with the humans. But since you had taken the throne, the selfish science oriented humans had no intention of keeping an alliance as they only wanted to probe and dissect you and your people for their own benefits. It had been years since the last scientist had caused trouble, leaving you and your kingdom with a short period of peace.

And you had every intention of keeping the peace.

Using your quirk, your fingertips created an amber glow, adorning your lustrous tail into two legs. You groaned, stretching your new limbs out in the air. “It’s been a while since I’ve had these. I need to stretch them out.”

Alicia chuckled, retrieving the mound of seaweed she had collected per your request. Her quirk gave her the ability to make cloth and clothing out of any form of vegetation and plants. She needed to utilize her quirk as you couldn’t just waltz around the city with only a shell bra covering your chest and nothing covering your lower body.

“It’s pretty hot out now so I made something more freeing for you to wear,” Alicia said, handing your clothes. You quickly changed into them, slipping on your underwear, top, and shorts. She even made a pair of simple sandals out of coral and branches. In no time, you were ready to head out into the city.

“You really like him, huh?” Alicia asked, staring up at you as you rose to your feet.

You rolled your eyes at her. “We’re friends. He’s the first person I’ve met since I was a child, roaming around the human world by my mother’s side, that has shown genuine compassion and interest in our people.”

Alicia sighed. She knew that this was more than a newfound friendship, however, you were too blinded to understand how you truly felt about Bakugou yourself. Even he didn’t know how he felt about you. “Just be careful. Please.”

You smiled, crouching down in front of her. “It’ll be alright. Trust me. I just want to see him for just a second and I’ll return as soon as possible!”

“Alright. Tell your boyfriend I said ‘hi’!” Alicia called out teasingly, earning a glare from you as you strode off towards the city.

***

It took about twenty minutes for you to find your way into the city as it had been quite some time since your last visit. Nevertheless you made your way through, stopping and asking bystanders for directions to Bakugou’s agency.

On the other hand, Bakugou obviously didn’t suspect a thing. He was patrolling around the sector as he usually did, keeping an eye out for peculiar events. Kirishima joined him that day, walking beside him as the two men strode through the city.

“It’s not everyday that we’re asked to patrol together,” Kirishima commented, waving to a fan who was quite excited for his favorite hero to be out and about in public.

“Makes my life easier so I can leave early,” Bakugou responded as the two turned the corner.

Kirishima glanced over at him. “Why, you got someone you’ve been dying to see?”

Bakugou was startled, regaining his composure to not give any hints. How did he know? “The fuck are you talking about? I’m not seeing anyone.”

“Come on, ever since Kaminari and Sero made you go to that weird place you always seem too busy to hang out with us.” Kirishima looked over at Bakugou as he seemed irritated. He didn’t want anyone to find out about your existence, understanding that you and your people’s lives would be put in danger. And he didn’t know what he would do with himself if he were responsible for anything that could happen to you.

Before Kirishima could prod any further into the matter, the two heroes stopped in their tracks, Bakugou personally getting ever more agitated than he already was at the sight of Monoma standing in their path.

“Monoma, I didn’t know you were in town,” Kirishima said.

Monoma smirked. “I’ve been around. More importantly, looks like Mr. Number One here is going to fall down in the rankings soon enough.”

Bakugou didn’t bother responding, ignoring him and walking right past him, causing Monoma to be taken aback. He turned around, staring Bakugou down. “You’re not even concerned with what I just said?”

Bakugou turned his head around, glaring at Monoma. “I don’t give a single flying fuck about whatever it is you’re running your trap for. I’ve got better things to do than hear you spew out some weird ass bullshit.”

Kirishima stifled his laughter, catching up to Bakugou with a few strides. Monoma’s agency had tried for years now to help Monoma reach his way up to the rankings, only able to reach the number two spot and falling short from Bakugou himself. Bakugou was simply the indisputable best, no matter how hard Monoma tried to dethrone him from the rankings.

And this absolutely infuriated him.

Monoma huffed, annoyed with the blonde who had gotten on his nerves since their days back in U.A. “I guess the rumors are true. You’ve changed these last few months. I wonder why that is…”

Bakugou stopped walking, now a few feet away from Monoma. He didn’t like the way he spoke, his words indicating that he was keeping something from him. For the final time he turned his head, staring daggers in Monoma's direction. “Keep worrying about falling from the rankings instead of being up my ass all the fucking time, dipshit.”

Bakugou kept moving, Kirishima keeping up with his pace as the pair made their way back to Bakugou’s agency. Kirishima chuckled. “Man, I’ve never really liked Monoma but he’s been pretty obsessed with you ever since you were named number one. It’s a little weird if you ask me.”

“I can barely remember that fucker’s name. I really don’t give a shit about what he does, so long as he’s not bothering me,” Bakugou mumbled as the two of them waited by the stoplight at the intersection in front of the agency. The light finally changed to green and Bakugou and Kirishima crossed the street, opening the giant glass doors to the building. Kirishima went over to the receptionists, filing any reports they had to complete.

“Ground Zero, there’s someone here who wanted to see you,” one of the receptionists said. “She’s waiting in the office.”

“Alright,” Bakugou said, mentally agitated as he didn’t want to deal with anyone right now. Nevertheless, he made his way down the hall and into his office, prepared to meet an annoying official working for the government or a crazed reporter that somehow was able to break into his agency. But he was pleasantly surprised to see a woman’s back facing him as he entered his office.

“What is this about?” Bakugou asked the woman curtly.

You turned around, causing Bakugou to nearly stop breathing. He didn’t know how, but you looked even more stunning standing in front of him than you did in your mermaid form. Your hair was slightly damp, the locks curling upwards. But your skin was practically gleaming against the light in the room, your smile sealing the deal that could cause Bakugou’s heart to palpitate irregularly in no time.

Just as he thought you couldn’t amaze him more, you did tenfold. “H-How the…”

You laughed, amused like you always were with the way he tended to be speechless by your mere presence. “Surprised to see me? I thought I’d pay a visit.”

Bakugou was absolutely bewildered, eyes widened and mouth agape with incredulity. “But you’re a fucking mermaid? Where’s your tail? How are you standing? What--”

“I have a quirk that lets me turn my tail into legs,” you stated blankly. “It’s nothing too special, my family has had a long line of inheritance with this quirk and I decided to use it since it’s been a while.”

“And why did you come? I was gonna stop by today,” Bakugou asked, waiting and wanting to hear you say what he wanted to hear.

You paused momentarily, your (E/C) eyes boring into his vermillion ones. You visually travelled down his figure, taking in his hero costume that you hadn’t seen previously. His biceps bulged out, his stature taller than what you had expected. He was even more handsome standing before than he was sitting beside you.

Bakugou felt himself blush under your obvious staring as you didn’t want to mask what you were doing or how you were feeling. You looked back into his eyes. “I missed you, Bakugou. I can’t explain why, but I missed you. And I couldn’t stand waiting idly by for you to come to me. So here I am.”

Before Bakugou could be even more flustered than he already was, the door to his office opened wide, a certain dark-haired man swinging his arm around Bakugou. “It’s been a while, man! Where have you been?” Sero exclaimed excitedly. Kirishima stood behind him at the door and the two men finally acknowledged you, shocked to see such a stunning woman in Bakugou’s office. Sero had stopped by as Kirishima had texted him, letting him know that he and Bakugou were back in the agency. But they were both pleasantly surprised by your presence.

Sero looked over at Bakugou, recognizing the light pink tinted on his cheeks as he smirked, putting two and two together. “Man, so this is what you’ve been doing recently!”

Bakugou glared at him, shaking Sero off him. As he knew two of his closest friends well enough to understand that they would pester you and bombard you with thousands of questions, he took matters into his own hands by grabbing your forearm and leading you out of the office.

Ignoring Kirishima and Sero’s shouts behind him as well as the stares he received from his receptionists, Bakugou led you out of the building and back to the streets. You looked down at where Bakugou was holding you, his hand still warm under his gloves. It was the first time a human had touched you.

Once he could confirm that his friends weren’t behind him following him, Bakugou let go of you, keeping his distance but still walking beside you. He looked off to the side, not wanting you to see his inflamed face. “I’ll walk you back to the dock. It’s not safe for you here.”

You smiled at him. “I appreciate your concern but you don’t have to worry about me. I’ve been amongst humans like this before.”

“Just… let me do this for you, alright?” Bakugou urged gently.

Regardless you nodded, smiling to yourself. Humans were more interesting than they had seemed before, or at least Bakugou was in a league of his own. You wanted to know everything about him, you wanted to constantly be around him, and he was all that was on your mind lately. You were slowly understanding that what you were feeling for him was crossing the line from friendship to something more and it frightened you. All your life you had known humans to be vile, selfish creatures who would do anything for their own gain. But here you were walking beside the most considerate man you’d ever met, exceeding the mermen of your kingdom in both looks and personality.

But as much as you liked him, you didn’t want to pry any further. He was still a human and you were a ruler of a kingdom. You had decided to end things here, savoring and basking in the moment as much as you could until you had to finally cut all ties with Bakugou. And you knew when that moment would arrive, you wouldn’t be able to recover for a while. You had spent almost every evening with him on that dock, your special place with him, talking for hours upon hours. You liked how flustered he would get whenever you complimented his looks or how proud he seemed when he spoke about his occupation and passion. You could hear him talk, even if he was just cursing someone out, all day long. But soon enough, you would never hear from him again.

You shook your head, wanting to rid your mind of such saddening thoughts, deciding to change the subject instead. “Is it okay to leave your friends like that?”

“They’ll live. Your secret is more important right now,” Bakugou said, not realizing how touched you had been by his words. He truly had every intention of keeping your identity a secret and the more you were around him, the more you were falling for him. This was slowly becoming a dangerous situation, but you didn’t care, not in the moment at least.

You looked down at your feet as the two of you made your way back to the dock, the amount of people around you decreasing as you got closer. And the closer you got, the more despondent you became as you realized this was the last moment you would have with him.

“What’s wrong?” Bakugou asked, snapping you away from your thoughts.

You looked up at him abruptly, his scarlet eyes penetrating right through your soul and being. You smiled reassuringly. “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” Bakugou looked over at you, deciding to drop the subject once the two of you finally reached the dock.

As you grew closer, a blonde man who you didn’t recognize stood on the dock, looking around the area. He was particularly looking down into the water, directly above your kingdom. You felt your heart stop as you began to become frantic that your home was found.

Bakugou extended his arm in front of you, ceasing your footsteps as you moved to confront the man. “Don’t go. You’ll get in danger. I’ll deal with him.” You looked at Bakugou, who had an expression you had never seen. He was calm and yet his nostrils were flared. You knew he was livid.

Bakugou trudged towards the man, infuriated to see Monoma poking his nose where he didn’t belong. “The fuck do you think you’re doing here?”

Monoma smirked, looking beyond Bakugou’s shoulder to see you, staring you up and down and intently at your legs. You felt disgusted by his gaze, wanting to jump back into the water as soon as possible.

Monoma flicked his gaze back to Bakugou. “The rumors are that you’ve got a girlfriend which is why you’ve been slacking off recently. So I followed you over here a few days ago to see that you’ve got a mermaid by your side now. Even more interesting…” His voice trailed off and he smirked at you as you grimaced under his stare. “She looks exactly like a human.”

He let out a bellowing laugh, exasperating Bakugou even more than he already did with his presence alone. “It’d be a shame if more people found out about this…”

Bakugou didn’t hesitate or think twice to grab Monoma by the collar, his fingers curling against the fabric as uncontrollable sparks emerged from both hands. “If you even think about opening your trap up about this I’ll rip you apart limb from fucking limb.”

Although Monoma wouldn’t admit it, he was slightly intimidated by Bakugou’s threat, but even more so he found this whole situation to have been a stroke of luck. He knew exactly what he had to do. Monoma brought his hand up, grabbing Bakugou’s forearm that was clutching his collar. “Tell you what, I’ll let this whole thing go. If I’m being honest,” his eyes whipped over to you, causing a shiver to go down your spine, “I really don’t give a damn about you and your fish people. That’s the last thing I care about. I’ll let this all go… on one condition.”

“Spit it out, you bitch, you’re testing my patience,” Bakugou snarled through gritted teeth.

Monoma chuckled humorlessly, smirking at you once more. You felt disgusted and defeated all at once. You had promised your people that this was a time for peace, that you wouldn’t let the humans that you hated so much ruin anything for you and your kingdom. And here was a human threatening the life of Coara like the lives of the mermaids and mermen meant nothing and were replaceable.

You wanted to despise humans as much as you had before, but you couldn’t. Not when Bakugou was a human as well.

“I’ll let this go… if you give up your ranking.” Monoma laughed once more, feeling Bakugou’s grip loosen from the shock.

Bakugou had worked day and night, protecting civilians left and right and defeating any villain that came his way to be number one. Even you understood this as Bakugou had explained hero rankings and how hard he worked. You could see he was a respectable man who would do anything to show others his worth. And here was a spineless bastard trying to rip it all away from Bakugou.

Monoma shook Bakugou’s hand from him, smirking cruelly at him. “You see, I know you won’t give up your ranking for some rotten fish. Either way, I’m going to enjoy watching your little girlfriend’s life crumble before your very eyes--”

Before Monoma could yap and run his mouth more than he already had, Bakugou sent a right hook flying, contacting Monoma’s jaw and pummeling him to the floor of the wooden dock. You gasped, not suspecting him to do that, and took a few steps towards him. He turned his head at you, raising his hand to stop you from getting closer. He didn’t know what Monoma would do to you just to spite him. You felt hopeless, wanting to help Bakugou and your people were still in the back of your mind. What was the right thing to do in this situation? What could you do?

Monoma spit the blood out from his mouth, wiping his bloodied lip and rose to his feet. He cackled once more. “I knew you were too much of a coward to do--”

“I’ll do it,” Bakugou said in one breath, causing you and Monoma to be appalled.

“Bakugou! Don’t do it!” You called out in concern. You would do anything for your people but not at the expense of years of hard work Bakugou had put in.

Bakugou ignored you momentarily. “I’ll give it up, my ranking. But if you take back your work I’ll fucking--”

Monoma rose a hand up in the air to cease his threats. “Don’t worry about that, I don’t give a damn about you or your girlfriend.” He extended his hand out at Bakugou, grinning in absolute delight. “We have a deal?”

Bakugou stared at his pale hand, his own fists clenching at his sides. Even so, he didn’t hesitate to shake hands with his nemesis, gripping his hand as tightly as he could. Monoma winced, wriggling his hand from Bakugou’s hold and rubbing it once he got free. Monoma laughed once more, walking past Bakugou and towards you. You stepped to the side, wanting to avoid him at all costs. He looked down at you, smirking. “For some rotten fish, you’re pretty hot.”

You wanted to puke from anger and disgust, staring daggers into his back as he walked away with delight and glee. Monoma waved his hand back. “I’ll send the paperwork to your office tonight, Ground Zero.”

Once he was a considerable distance from you, you ran towards Bakugou, joining him on the dock. “Why did you do that? Why would you give your ranking up?”

Bakugou sighed, looking down at the water and the boulders that you always sat upon during your frequent meetings. He slipped his gloves, boots, and socks off, sitting on the edge of the dock and dipping his feet into the water. You watched as he did so, not understanding his silence. Nonetheless, you joined him, slipping off the sandals Alicia made you and sitting right beside him. This was the closest the two of you had ever physically been.

“It didn’t feel right,” Bakugou said, avoiding your eye contact. “It’s my fucking fault that dipshit found out. I couldn’t just walk away knowing that I was putting you in danger.”

You smiled softly, shaking your head. “I’ve dealt with idiots like him before. I would’ve been fine. But you worked so hard to get where you are now.”

Bakugou turned to face you, his eyes just as intense as they always were. “You don’t get it. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you. A ranking is a fucking ranking. I know I’m the best, that fucknut weaseled his way into becoming the new number one now. But your life means more to me than that.”

You were astonished, blown away by his selflessness. But Bakugou didn’t recognize his actions as being selfless as he continued blaming himself for putting your life in danger. And you recognized this by his hurt expression as he was physically grimacing. You smiled, lifting your hand up and cupping his cheek. Your palms were cold against Bakugou’s cheek, sending tingles down his spine, but your fingertips held the softest touch. “You’re amazing, Bakugou. This isn’t your fault. I don’t blame you, not even a little bit. I chose to see you everyday, I could’ve just stayed in my palace if I didn’t want to see you. But I came here because I like being around you.”

Bakugou stared at you, basking in your beauty. He had never met anyone like you as you were truly a one of kind being. You were tenderhearted, a leader, ambitious, and driven for others. Bakugou knew by now that he had no control over his feelings for you, not giving a damn about the consequences. He wanted to hold you, protect you against anyone who would even think of harming you.

“Do you regret being with me? Do you regret meeting with a human that could harm your people?” Bakugou questioned.

You shook your head, not hesitating to answer immediately. “There isn’t a fiber in me that feels that way. Being with you has given me faith in humanity.” You took back your thoughts earlier, knowing full well you couldn’t abandon him now, not when he protected you.

Bakugou nodded. “Alright. Then don’t mind when I do this.”

Before you could let the words ‘do what?’ escape from your lips, Bakugou closed the gap between the two of you, gently locking your lips with his own. It was a pleasant surprise, making you realize that humans were softer than they seemed. He smelled of burnt sugar, locking in how sweet he truly was. He was gentle despite how caustic he seemed to others. But you knew him, you had spent months with him, and you had no intention of letting him go now.

You pulled away, your chest rising and falling slowly. He was beautiful, more beautiful than you could ever describe into words. You were willing to go off the deep end for him, the stunning human who risked his career for your life. And you had no intention of leaving him.

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piabu · 3 years

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BAKUGO KKATSUKI (x blind reader)

Getting into UA and becoming a hero, is every young kids dream. And for some its more realistic than it is for others. You always thought that your chance was slim, but when the letter came saying you got in to class 1-B, you were more than estatic. When it comes to stealth and combat your quirk comes in extremely handy. Using echo-location you can "see" many things others can't. Your ears are more sensitive to movement and noise, giving you an advantage, even though you are blind.

Being blind you had to have an aid in classes with you to be your eyes during lessons, but during training, you quirk was better than haveing 20/20 vision. UA was very accomotading to you and your aid. And for the most part everyone was nice. Monoma wasn't your biggest fan and often got on your nerves however.

Today as you entered the school someone bumped into you. You figured it was just Monoma picking on you again tho.

"Hey, watch it extra." the person grumbled. Not Mo.. The voice is somewhat familiar though.

"My appologies." You bowed facing what you thought was the boy. He stood beside you and clicked his tounge.

"Whatever." You heard footsteps and figured he was leaving. Quickly you activated your quirk to see his retreating form and some other students in the hall. His hair was spikey and his shoulders were slightly hunched. You tilted your head studying him.

A hand on your shoulder startled you. You turned your head in the direction of the hand. "Oh hey Erushī." you greeted your aid. "Did you happen to see who I bumped into?"

"Oh yeah, the angry blonde boy. Thats Bakugo Katsuki from class 1-A." Erushī explains. You think back to the some of the "horror stories" you have heard of the explosive teen.

"I see." You laugh at the irony of your statement. "What color is his hair?" Eru links her arm through yours.

"Blonde. Why?"

"Just forming a mental image." You shrug as the two of you enter the classroom.

(Timeskip to lunch)

Erushī walks you to the lunchroom and you sit with your usual table group. You think back to your encounter this morning and use your quirk to scan the lunchroom for Bakugo. You see his figure sitting at a table with some other students you assume are from his class.

"Earth to y/n!" Kendo says as she taps your shoulder. "You okay there?"

"Oh yeah. I'm fine." You flash a small smile to your friends, and close your eyes losing yourself in your mental images. They continue their conversation as you eat.

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"Hey Bakubro!" Kirishima greets him, and scoots over for his friend to sit down. "You've been quiet today."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean!"

"Ah, theres the Bakugo we know." the redhead jokes.

Bakugo rolls his eyes and lifts his head to see you enter the cafeteria and sit at a table with you classmates. Mina notices him staring and follows his gaze.

"Her name is F/n L/n/." Pretty right! She is in class 1-B."

"Shut up Pinky. I didnt fucking ask." The blonde grumbles and focuses on his food. Mina shrugs.

"I saw you looking, and thought you might wanna know."

"Well you thought wrong." He snaps. A smile creeps onto The pink girl's face and she winks at Kirishima, then guestures to Baku with a nod of her head.

Kiri gets the hint and his eye widen. Sero and Kaminari look between the three of them in confusion. Sero shrugs giving Kami a confused look. And the yellow head returns the look.

"Anyways, so aparently we are training with class 1-B after lunch." Sero says, breaking the silence that befell upon the group.

"Really! Cool!" Mina pipes up.

Katsuki steals a quick glance at you before getting sucked into the conversation by his friends.

(Time skip to sparring)

"Students will be paired up with someone not from their class to train with. Is that understtod?" Eraserhead explains the rest of the rules for training and Mic announces the partners. You were up against a girl named Hagakure. Her quirk was invisibility. You smiled at the perfection of the situation. Someone who is invisible to most, is not to you. You raise your hand.

"Yes y/n?" Aizawa calls on you.

"Could I perhaps have another partner. Hagakure's quirk is invisibility, but I can see her clear as day." you explain. A few heads turn as not many of the A students know of your quirk, but the hero agrees and pairs you up with Bakugo, and giving his partner to the invisible girl.

You all go get changed into your costumes and meet on the training grounds and get ready to spar. Your costume is quite simple. A pair of black leggings with thigh holsters for a few blades to fit. Your (color) top is cropped, sleveless and skin-tight. The lack of sleves allows for straps on your biceps to hold throwing stars. The outfit is pulled together with combat boots and a black blindfold over your eyes for dramtic effect.

"Whats with the blindfold extra? DO YOU UNDERESTAMATE MY POWER THAT MUCH?" Sparks fly from katsuki's palms as he accuses you.

"No, sorry. Its part of my costume. I dont doubt your abilities, Actually I admire how strong you are." You beam at the blonde. A blush tints his cheeks and he is thankful for the bindfld covering your eyes. "Shall we start?" you ask.

He grumbles a response and the two of you fly into action. You immediately activate your quirk and see his figure and take in his costume. Gauntlets. Avoid his hands at all costs. Katsuki moves to launch a blast your way and you move to the side, dodging it effectively. You use this advantage to get closer and land a punch to his shoulder. He spins on you and his elbow makes contact with your stomach. You cough as the wind is knocked out of you and quickly regain your composure. The thing with Bakugo is that he is a loud fighter. So you really wouldn't need your quirk much to fight him anyways. You see, or rather hear, his attacks before they happen.

"Why do you keep dodging? STOP HOLDING BACK DAMNIT!" You laugh quietly and take your blindfold off, wrapping it around your hand.

You decide to humor him and give in to his request. Katsuki is able to land a few hits on you, but for the most part he just tries to avoid your blades. Baku jumps and a blast comes your way and you duck down and slip under and between his legs. You unwravel the blindfold and wrap it around one of his ankles slamming him down onto the ground. You tie it around his other leg, imobilising him on his stomach.

Bakugo puts his palms on either side of him but you grab them and pin them behind his back with one hand, the other holding a blade to his wrists.

"Congratulations y/n." Present Mic says to you. You nod and get off your partner untieing him.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? YOU DIDN'T EVEN USE YOUR QUIRK! I TOLD YOU NOT TO HOLD BACK!" Katsuki explodes and his hand grabs your throat. His palms are warm and you can feel the slight sting of a burn.

"Y/N!" Erushī yells as she rushes up to you. Bakugo lets you go.

"Who the fuck are you?" he snarls.

"I am her AID." Eru says firmly. "L/n is blind." You cough and rub your throat and the two of them look at you.

"Im fine Erushī. And yes Bakugo, i did use my quirk. I may be blind, in a literal sense, but I can still see." He looks at you blankly, then to the girl beside you.

"My quirk is echo-location. I use sounds to see, and you my friend are very loud." You laugh and link arms with your aid. "Good fight." You bow and walk back to the changerooms.

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'She is blind. That explains why she bowed in the wrong direction this morning, and the blindfold.' Katsuki thinks to himself. 'So she doesn't know what I look like. She probably doesn't even know what she looks like. She can't see facial expressions.'

Part of Bakugo was saddened by that. You were quite a good looking girl. But you would never know it. His thoughts drift to all the things you can and can't do. No wonder the other girl was always with you.

Kirishima clapped Bakugo on the back, pulling him from his thoughts. "Hey bro. How was it?"

Bakugo rolls his eyes and lets out an annoyed "tch," remembering that you pinned him. He shrugs Kiri away and heads to change.

"You should ask her out." the readhead says nonchelantly.

"That's none of your buisness Shitty Hair."

(Time skip)

You sat at home listening to music, when your phone buzzed.

"You have a text from and unknown number: Oi its Bakugo, I got your number from your friend." The automated voice on your phone read the text out loud.

"Text back: Hello there. Smiley face." you say to your phone. "Please name the contact Bakugo."

"Incoming call from: Bakugo." You press on the screen to answer the call and hold it to your ear.

"Hello."

"Hi, meet me at the park near the school." Wow he is forward.

"Uhh.. sure i guess."

"10 minutes."

The line goes dead before you can respond and you turn your phone off. That might have been the shortest call ever. You go downstairs and ask your parent to drop you off. 10 minutes later you are sitting on a swing waiting for Bakugo.

"Can you see me?" Bakugo's voice startles you slightly.

"Sort of. I can see the outline of your figure. You have spikey hair." You say. He hums in agreement. You see/hear him move closer and he takes your hand in his, they are surpizingly soft.

"Can you see yourself?" he asks somewhat quieter.

"No, only from what i can feel.." You face him and your empty eyes stare at him.

"Your eyes are (e/c)." he says. "And your hair is (h/c). Your cheeks are pink."

"I know all that. Ive been told." You laugh dryly. "Can we sit on the grass?" Bakugo hums, and brings you out of the sand. He sits down and you sit next to him, bodies touching.

"Why do you keep your eyes open if you cant see?" he asks.

"I guess just to seem a little more normal. Does it bother you?" you explain.

"No. I like your eyes." You smile to yourself. The boy beside you is completly different from the one you were sparring with at school, and yet its the same person.

"I like this soft side of you Bakugo." you say.

'Its only for you.' he thinks. You feel his hand drop yours and move to your cheek. He turns your head to face him.

"Can you see me?" he asks again. You nod your head. His facial features are more visible to you but still fuzzy.

"What color are your eyes?" you ask.

"Red."

"May I touch you?" He doesnt answer, so you clarify. "Your face i mean."

"Yes."

Your hands come up to his cheeks and you take in all his facial features with your hands. Touching people allows you to have a better sense of what the person looks like and you add this to your mental image of the boy.

Katsuki grabs your wrists stilling your movements and brings your hands back down to your lap.

"Now i can see you." you say.

He stares at you for a brief moment and closes your eyes gently. His hand rests back on your cheek.

"Good." is all he says before his lips are on yours.

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bichlordstories · 3 years

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13: Sports Festival

Oooohhh boy! It’s about time!!!!

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“What.”

Aizawa fell silent after the biggest fucking reveal since leaning All Might’s secret identity.

The said man rubbed the back of his head while looking down with a guilty look.

“...I’m the biological father of (L/n) (Y/n).”

The room was still silent until Aizawa stood up from the teacher’s lounge chair with a narrowed eyes.

“...do they know you are their father.” Aizawa demanded.

“Well... you see... no.” Toshinori admitted.

Aizawa’s tired eye twitched as his scowl grew more.

“So... you decided to tell me... before you told your own child???”

‘And Midoriya...’ All Might thought.

He could remember it like it was yesterday... because it was. Midoriya was shocked to say the least, even more so when he learned that you didn’t know.

“You’re (L/n)-san’s father... and you never told them...!?” Midoriya said that night.

“Are you kidding me, Yagi?”

All Might felt a shiver run up his spine as Aizawa glared daggers into him, more than he has ever before.

“You have a kid, yet you never told them of your identity???”

“It’s for their own protection.” All Might said.

Aizawa placed his hand on his forehead and pushed his tangled, long black hair back, processing everything he was told.

“I understand if you wanted to hide your relation with them from the world since villains would love to eat that shit up, but you never told them!?” Aizawa spat All Might’s logic back at him.

“You instead told me. Someone who isn’t family, nor related to this family drama of yours- oh my god.” Aizawa turned from the blonde, trying not to strangle him.

“Aizawa, listen-“ but before All Might could finish, Aizawa whipped back around with eyes redder than hell itself.

“There is no relationship between you two. Nothing. I have more chemistry with them than you, and I only met them in person for a few hours total.”

“I know...” Yagi said in a defeated tone.

“Hell. You have more of a relationship with Midoriya than you do with YOUR OWN CHILD.”

Yagi flinched at this. Aizawa was right, and there was no arguing against the scruffy man.

“You realize that by the time you tell them, they will hate you for the rest of their life.”

The tall man covered his face with his hands as he slouched over in his seat.

“Yes.”

Aizawa’s red eyes dimmed a bit before closing them.

“It isn’t my place to tell you how to go about this, nor is it my place to tell them. But they will need to know.” Aizawa walked towards the door.

“Don’t you dare wait until your death.” Aizawa said.

And with that, he left.

What else was he supposed to say? In that moment, his mind was fogged up by the information dumped on him.

Today was the sports festival, the day where you would finally prove to him, to All Might, that his predecessor was a mistake.

Entering the field, you were met with a cheering crowd.

“And here we have Class 1B from the hero course!”

“Damn 1A, getting all the spotlight!” Monoma said through gritted teeth.

It was no secret that class 1A was favored over everyone else. Hell, the loud man, Present Mic, didn’t even mention the other classes with the exception of your class (though your introduction was nothing in comparison to 1A).

You didn’t blame class 1A, more so the pro heroes.

“Tch. They could have at least hid their blatant favoritism.” You muttered, earning some nods and sounds of agreement.

“What is he saying? He’s talking too fast.” Pony asked.

“He says class 1B is filled with capable students.” You lied.

The girl’s face lit up and she bounced with each step.

“Really? Thats really nice!” She exclaimed.

“Ahem-softy...” Kosei smirked.

Your head snapped to him, letting out a loud crack. He no longer spoke and chose to stare forward with sweat forming on his face.

You all finally stood in front of the stadium where a woman stood. She was... wearing something, though you could barely call it clothes.

“Yo, check out the assets on her!” A student with grapes for hair said to his blonde companion with a lightening bolt.

Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance as the two chuckled before the woman whipped her whip thing.

“Representing the students- BAKUGOU KATSUKI FROM CLASS 1A!”

Everyone turned to the blonde, who had his hands buried in his pockets. As the teen walked forward, the woman opened her mouth as if to say something.

And she did.

“And- (L/N) (Y/N) FROM CLASS 1B!”

You did not sign up for this.

Shock was evident on your face but slowly faded away. The same could not be said for your class, however. You could feel the pride radiate off of Monoma as you walked past him to the stage.

Once standing in front of a second microphone that was magically there, you looked down at your classmates to see Kendo giving you a thumbs up, Tetsutetsu pumping his fist up with a wide smile, and pony silently clapping in excitement. Everyone else in your class looked on in approval, which made you feel funny on the inside.

“I pledge...” the blonde began, locking eyes with you for a second before a smile grew on his face.

“...that I’ll be number 1.”

Cue the uproar. Students left and right yelled at the guy. Everyone was pissed.

Everyone except you.

You weren’t angry. No. You were... you were laughing.

Every single class quieted down when hearing loud, boisterous laughs coming from you. Your head was thrown back while your shoulders bounced up and down.

It was as if you were... a second All Might.

You immediately stopped and turned to look at Bakugou with a dangerous grin.

“You better not disappoint us then, Bakugou-san.” You said into the microphone.

“I want a good fight.”

Bakugou smirked at you, determination and sadism flashing in his eye.

“I’ll give you one...” he sneered.

‘They’re twins!’ Class 1A and class 1B thought in unison.

“Alright you two! Save it for the battle field.” Midnight said with amusement in her voice.

Meanwhile...

“...damn...” was all Toshinori could say.

In some ways, you were like him.

Watching you laugh his laugh... the similarities between some of your characteristics and his were beyond uncanny, especially since you are... more aggressive?

“I want a good fight.” Your voice echoed across the field, sending chills up and down his spine (and no doubt others)

Yeah.

Definitely more aggressive.

A race.

You were being pitted against each other... in a race.

You weren’t afraid to admit your disappointment in the wheel of fortune. But now isn’t the time.

You watched the students in front of you block the tunnel and chose to parkour the fuck out of the tunnel.

You hopped wall to wall over the heads of the students, leaving large cracks in the tunnel. You exited the tunnel before a bicolored boy shot out, leaving the entrance covered in ice.

Shouts of surprise were directed towards you and... that kid with the scar. The sled along side you, glancing at your form before focusing back on the race. The ice was creeping up quickly from behind you, almost touching your heels.

It was clear that he would freeze you if you slowed down even just a little. But there was one thing he didn’t have... your speed and strength.

You began outrunning Todoroki with ease, blood trailing and flying from your eyes, ears, nose, and mouth and onto his shirt and ice.

“Targets found... lots!” A robotic voice said.

Without warning, you shot up and barreled through the robot that appeared out of nowhere, tearing its head off. You continued on, swiftly dodging metallic limbs and tearing through any you couldn’t dodge.

“HOLY COW! Class 1B’s (L/n) (Y/n) is taking the lead while showing no mercy!!! They’re leaving chunks of metal in the path of the others!” Mic’s voice could be heard echoing through the arena.

“And LOOK AT THAT! Todoroki Shoto from class 1A made the area completely frozen over, keeping the rest from passing! How brutal!”

You turned your head to see Shoto following not far behind. He stared toward you with intent and pushed himself harder.

You kept this pace, staying in first place as Bakugou caught up to Todoroki.

You even created more and more distance between the three of you, using the minefield to deter them from speeding up.

A blast of light flashed behind you along with the screams of Present Mic before a body shot past you.

You stopped in your tracks, unable to understand and comprehend what just happened... until you saw a mop of green hair.

Like a bull to the color red- or in your case, green, you charged the boy with gritted teeth.

Were you going to run past him or were you going to beat him once you caught up... that is up to you, dear reader...

The teen drew closer to the finish line, which fueled your rage and encouraged you to run faster.

Unfortunately, it was all in vain, as the greenette passed the finish before you. You shot past him after and dug the heels of your shoes into the dirt to stop you, leaving a trail dug behind you.

You panted, spitting blood and wiping the extra crimson liquid from your mouth.

“Oooooohhhhh! So close! Midoriya came in at number 1, making (L/n) come in at 2nd!”

You snapped your head back at a tired looking Midoriya, who went from tired to alert in a matter of seconds.

You were burning holes into the poor kid with your blood shot eyes. The said teen stood frozen, even as Todoroki and Bakugou passed him.

Not even Bakugou’s murderous aura could take Midoriya’s attention away from you.

Despite the crowd cheering loudly, it felt silent to Midoriya.

Up in the stands with the other heroes, All Might was watching all of this unfold.

If your dislike for Midoriya was not clear before, it was definitely clear now.

Even as the other students caught up to you and filled the field, you continued glaring at the greenette.

~~~~~~~

Shit’s gonna get gooooooood...

Just you wait.

#bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x reader #blood sport

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katsukiscaramel · 4 years

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love at first sight

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Summary: Love at first sight has the possibility of happening anywhere; even in a gala full of masked strangers.

Note: HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!!! (yes, I know I'm a day late sksksk) aLSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 200 FOLLOWERS!!!! I’m highkey screaming ngl I love all of y’all so much! and I would love to talk to some of y’all too (cause 200 followers = 200 friends), so remember my dms/inbox is always open! Sorry for the rant, I’m just so happy. Anyways, as always comments + feedback are always appreciated!

You were a firm believer in love at first sight. The very concept of coincidentally meeting someone, locking eyes with them, and immediately coming upon the realization the two of you were meant to be never failed to make your heart flutter. You were vaguely aware of how childish the concept of love at first sight was; something fabricated within the land of fairytales to help fuel the overactive minds of children who couldn’t quite grasp what love was. But even then, you couldn’t help yourself as you searched for the type of love that only seemed to exist in fairytales, becoming the hopeless romantic that never seemed to exactly find what they were looking for.

And one with think that someone as fascinated with love as you were, would absolutely adore Valentine’s Day. After all, a whole holiday dedicated to celebrating love with the ones you loved seemed to be something exactly up your alley.

But being stuck in a crowded ballroom adorned with pink and red decorations, surrounded by increasingly tipsy partygoers whose faces were covered with intricate masks, you found the holiday quickly becoming one of your least favorites.

You stood near a somewhat secluded corner, your fingers occasionally fidgeting with your mask or the various parts of your outfit, desperately wanting to be anywhere but here. Your eyes glanced over the crowds of masked people, noticing the dancing couples and those few blatantly obvious singles who already seemed to be heavily intoxicated so early into the night. The smile that rested on your face was purely polite, with no real indications of enjoyment behind it. Some made an attempt to talk to you, but after a few words full of formalities, they’d wander away in search of someone a bit more fun. And to be honest, you didn’t blame them.

Your gaze landed on two masked figures approaching you. Once they were close enough, you dropped the fake smile plastered onto your lips, letting out a tired sigh.

“I want to go home,” you said to your friends.

“I thought you were supposed to be a hopeless romantic? Isn’t Valentine’s Day supposed to be the one day practically made for you?” Monoma asked, making you roll your eyes.

“I’m not a hopeless romantic, because there’s still hope out there--” you were interrupted by Monoma’s obnoxious laughter. Kendo raised her hand, threatening to hit the blond hero, and effectively shutting him up.

“If you were home, you’d be doing nothing but moping around and watching romance movies,” Kendo pointed out. You let out a sigh, fully aware of how right Kendo was. If it was up to you, you’d be at home, surrounded by boxes of chocolates and piles of blankets as you watched incredibly sappy romance movies.

“That’s still better than being here,” you groaned out, making Monoma roll his eyes.

“Might I remind you that you’re attending a masquerade ball on Valentine’s Day?” Monoma commented, crossing his arms. “So go be Cinderella or whatever, and embark on your weird quest for love.” You stared at him in brief shock, before smirking.

“Damn, you being a supportive friend? It’s a Valentine’s Day miracle,” you snickered out. You could see the glare Monoma sent your way through his black mask, only making you laugh even more.

“Forget everything I said. Instead of being Cinderella, feel free to stay in this corner all night like the old witch you are. It’s not like you’ll find love anyways,” Monoma huffed out. You let out a gasp as Kendo rolled her eyes. She paused for a moment, suddenly realizing how quiet it was in the small little group. Her teal eyes looked around, something suddenly clicking in place.

“Hey, where’s Tetsutetsu?” Her question was immediately answered as she could hear loud yelling coming from the opposite end of the venue. She sighed, waving you a quick goodbye as she turned on her heels and headed towards the direction of the ruckus. Monoma followed behind her, leaving you alone.

Your eyes trailed after them, watching as they disappeared into the crowd. Faintly aware of the boredom gnawing at you, you sighed to yourself. After all, you had to leave your little corner eventually, no matter how comfortable it seemed. With that, you headed into the crowd of people, determined to make the best of the night.

And while your friends managed to successfully motivate you to enjoy the party; another group of friends was failing miserably at doing the same thing.

“This is so fucking stupid. Who the hell decides to have a masquerade ball on Valentine’s Day?” Bakugou growled out, angry crimson eyes glancing into the crowd of couples who were dancing to whatever annoying song that was echoing throughout the venue.

“This is for a good cause,” Kaminari said. “It’s to raise awareness for some heart disease--” he briefly stopped talking, his yellow eyes widening in sudden realization. “Ohhh so that’s why it’s on Valentine’s Day! Cause-- you know, hearts and Valentine’s Day!” Kaminari shouted, making Bakugou roll his eyes.

“I want to leave,” Bakugou grumbled out, arms crossed and standing firmly in his spot. Kirishima let out a sigh, running his hand through his red hair, his tired red eyes glancing towards his friends, or at least the remaining ones. Mina and Sero had already given up, wandering into the crowd to be able to finally enjoy themselves without Bakugou’s constant complaining. Some part of Kirishima wished to do the same, while the other part of him wanted Bakugou to at least somewhat enjoy himself for once.

“You can’t leave, I drove us here.” Kirishima pointed out.

“I’ll blast my way out of here,” Bakugou replied. Kirishima blankly stared at Bakugou, painfully aware of how serious the blond was.

“You making an appearance is good press, Bakubro. And as a pro hero, you need to maintain a good image so you’re well-liked by the public,” Kirishima said. Truth be told, he was just pulling out random reasons for Bakugou to stay. “At least stay for an hour. Please?”

“Absolutely--” Kirishima could feel himself letting out a victorious smile. “--the fuck not. I’m leaving.” Bakugou decided, finally moving from his spot and looking for the closest exit. Kirishima sighed to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose and moving forward to follow Bakugou out. Kaminari’s hand stopped Kirishima, his yellow eyes spotting the perfect distraction in keeping Bakugou preoccupied for a while.

“Alrighty Bakugou, you leave me no choice,” Kaminari said, catching Bakugou’s attention. Bakugou rolled his eyes, feeling himself become increasingly annoyed by the electric idiot he called a friend.

“Hey ladies!” Kaminari yelled, grabbing the attention of a group of women nearby. Bakugou turned around, curious as to what Kaminari was doing. “Meet my friend Bakugou! He’s a pro hero! Plus he’s incredibly strong, somewhat handsome, and desperately single!”

“What the hell did you say Dunce Face--” but before Bakugou could even reach Kaminari, a group of women suddenly surrounded him, their irritatingly high-pitched voices bombarding him with countless questions. Bakugou barely managed to see Kaminari and Kirishima duck into the crowd, hiding away from sight, before the women completely surrounded him. Bakugou growled, feeling the anger and irritation build up inside of him.

Good god, this was going to be a long night.

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You aimlessly wandered throughout the crowd, careful to not bump into anyone. At some point, you had attempted to head in the direction Kendo and Monoma had run off too, but all you found was a broken refreshments table and absolutely no sign of your friends. Your eyes glanced over the people surrounding you, noting all the couples who were slowly dancing with one another to the soft music and the groups of friends laughing about. Only then did you notice how lonely you were. Sighing to yourself, you looked around for the quiet corner you previously occupied, somewhat regretting leaving in the first place.

While moving around the crowd, your ears couldn’t help but catch a nearby conversation.

“Come on, we should dance together!” A woman’s voice said, followed by a heavy sigh.

“Like I’ve told you before, I’m not even tempted by the damn offer. Will you just leave me alone?” A man’s voice gritted out, frustration coating his words. You looked over, noticing how the woman was practically latched onto the man’s arm while the man looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but there.

And honestly, you could relate.

An impulsive decision entered your mind as you made your way over towards the two, tapping the man’s shoulder. His head snapped over towards you, and though you couldn’t exactly see his eyes, you could feel his glare seething into your skin. You feigned a smile, grabbing his arm.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you everywhere honey.” You said, faking a cheery voice. You could see the woman beside him back off a little bit, her eyes trained on your actions. You looked back at the man, noticing how he looked absolutely livid. “You promised me a dance, remember?”

Bakugou blankly stared at you, having half the mind to just scream all the profanities circling around in his head. He opened his mouth, with the intention of telling you to fuck off, until noticing the way you nodded your head off towards the side. His eyes glanced over, catching how the women that were previously surrounding him seemed to back off just a bit, watching the interaction with catlike eyes.

Glancing between you and the group of women, he decided to pick the lesser of two evils.

Letting out a sigh, he forced out a tight-lipped smile, focusing on you.

“Oh right, I do owe you that dance, honey,” Bakugou hissed out, the words tasting like bitter poison in his mouth. Letting go of his arm, you reached for his hand. At first, he moved his hand away, before slowly allowing you to grab it. You sent an empathetic look towards the women.

“Sorry ladies, I can barely keep an eye on this one. You know how it is,” you said with a smile, resisting the urge to shiver at the glares they were sending your way. Before they could respond, you dragged the man into the crowd of dancing couples.

Once in the crowd, you could still see the group of women staring the two of you down. You turned towards the blond man, grabbing his free hand with your own.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He asked, attempting to yank his hands away. For someone so short, you had a surprisingly tight grip.

“Dance with me,” you simply said, stepping closer towards him.

“Excuse me?” Bakugou growled out, instantly regretting his choice in following you. Of course, he wouldn’t even be in this mess if it wasn’t for Kirishima and Kaminari, those damn idiots--

“They’re still watching us. The moment I leave, they’ll immediately latch onto you again,” you pointed out. You watched as the man turned his head, immediately turning back towards you. He let out a growl of frustration, his jaw clenching. And to be perfectly honest, you found that undeniably, and weirdly, attractive. You quickly snapped out of your thoughts, fully aware this was neither the time nor the place.

“Fine,” he grumbled out. Bakugou glanced at the couples dancing around them, noticing how they weren’t just simply holding each other and swaying. “Do you know how to dance?” You paused for a brief moment. You genuinely didn’t think you’d get this far.

“Well, not exactly--”

“Just follow my lead,” Bakugou said, taking one of your hands and placing it on his shoulder. He grasped your free hand, placing his other hand right above your waist. Once he began moving, you stared down at his feet, trying hard to follow his steps. After a few minutes of constantly stepping in his toes, and very colorful curses, you finally managed to catch the hang of it. Your eyes slowly looked up towards him, truly seeing him for the first time since the two of you met.

A black mask framed his face, orange detailing surrounding his eyes. His messy blond hair stuck out in multiple directions but managed to look so neat on him. The scowl that previously rested on his face melted away, a seemingly content look on his face. You stared into his eyes, a mesmerizing shade of red that seemed to hold so much fire and determination behind them.

He looked absolutely stunning, and at that moment you didn’t think you ever wanted to let go.

Bakugou caught your eyes staring at him, an annoyed remark dying down in his throat as he stared right back at you. Weirdly enough, you were less annoying and more useful than he gave you credit for. And the small content smile that rested on your lips managed to capture his attention, his crimson eyes noticing the way that the low light in the ballroom managed to make your eyes practically shine.

And for a brief moment, dancing with you didn’t seem as bothersome as it did minutes ago.

The both of you didn’t even notice that the song ended before the room filled with applause, snapping the both of you out of your daydream filled daze. Bakugou quickly let go of you, the long-forgotten scowl appearing back on his face.

“Well, that was...“ you trailed off, watching as the blond-haired man quickly began maneuvering throughout the crowd, heading straight for a door. You stared at him in disbelief, but before your brain could register what you were doing, your feet trailed after him.

You followed him into a long corridor illuminated by a soft golden yellow light, watching as he opened doors, glancing inside before closing them.

“What are you looking for?” You asked, watching as the blond slammed another door shut, clearly growing frustrated at the lack of results.

“The exit, what else would I be looking for? I just want to leave this stupid party,” Bakugou said, and you could find yourself nodding in agreement.

There was a moment of silence that fell between you two, the only sounds entering your ears were the faint music from the forgotten gala, the clacking of your shoes hitting the tiled floor, and the opening and slamming of doors. You couldn’t help the amused smile that appeared on your face, watching as the man mumbled profanities and grew increasingly frustrated. You didn’t even think it was possible for one guy to be so angry.

“Do you even know where you’re going?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course I know where I’m going!”

“Really? Because it doesn’t seem like it--”

“If you don’t trust my sense in navigation then why the hell are you still following me?” Bakugou snapped, sending you a quick glare before continuing through the corridor. You paused for a moment, his comment echoing throughout your mind.

Why were you following him?

If you had spent all this time looking for your friends instead of with him, you would have probably been halfway home by now. And you truly had no real reason to stick around, aware of how the extremely angry stranger probably wanted to be alone.

But for some reason, you just couldn’t make yourself leave.

Once he noticed the sound of footsteps had stopped following him, he glanced around, his eyes landing on your figure. What he had said wasn’t too rude, was it?

He was about to say something before he saw you begin to leave your frozen spot in the hallway, catching up to him. His eyes quickly looked away, as he continued on his way, shaking the thoughts away from his mind.

Since when did he care if he was too rude?

You watched as the man opened another door, peering inside. He was frozen for a moment, his eyes widening before he quickly slammed the door shut. He just stood there for a moment, his curious behavior making your furrow your brows.

“What was in the room?” You asked, heading towards him. He gave no reply, only sparking your own curiosity. Your hand reached towards the door handle, but a shiver ran down your spine as the man gripped your wrist, stopping you from reaching the handle.

“You don’t want to know what was in there,” Bakugou said, mentally shoving what he saw in some dark repressed corner of his mind.

“What do you mean?” You asked, looking towards him. Once you saw the light blush that dusted his cheeks, you suddenly realized exactly what he might have seen. “Oh, you poor thing--”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, before dragging you away from the door and into another hallway, his hand never leaving your wrist.

It felt like another hour of aimless wandering until the two of you stumbled upon a pair of double doors. You glanced over towards the man beside you, watching as his lips formed a victorious smile.

“You really think that’s the exit?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I know it is,” he simply said, letting go of your wrist. Bakugou pushed open the double doors, feeling relief as his eyes caught sight of the night sky and what seemed to be a large garden, overwhelmingly happy at the thought of finally being free--

Until he took a few steps forward, his eyes catching sight of a railing, and his brain slowly registering that while they might have been outside, they were really just on a very elaborate balcony. He let out an annoyed groan, feeling the urge to just hit something.

“Well,” you began, trying your hardest to keep in your laughter at the sight of the stranger’s dejected face. “If we jump off the balcony, then technically this could be an exit.” You watched as he turned to face you. “Ooh, maybe we could do a flip while going down!” If looks could kill, you’d surely be dead.

“Do you ever just shut up?”

“And deprive the world of my very necessary commentary? Never,” you said. Bakugou rolled his eyes, moving towards the balcony railing, and allowing his eyes to sweep over the landscape. It might not have exactly been freedom, but at least he still wasn’t cooped up in that hellhole of a party.

You were about to take a few steps towards him until your eyes caught sight of a small rose bush. Instinctively, you stepped towards it, your eyes immediately landing on a rose that had fallen onto the ground. Your hand reached down, picking it up, before moving to join the masked man at the balcony railing.

“You’re welcome, by the way.” You said, still staring at the rose in your hands.

“For what?” The man growled out. You rolled your eyes, turning your head so you could look at him.

“For helping you escape that group of women,” you said, watching as he scoffed.

“Tch, I had it handled.”

“Oh really? Cause from where I was standing, you had it far from handled. It looked like they were all seconds away from tearing you apart.” You commented, your eyes once again meeting his red ones. He was silent for a while, before letting out a sigh.

“Thank you, I guess,” he gritted out, his voice barely audible. You let out a smile.

“See, that wasn’t too hard!”

“Nevermind, I take it back,” Bakugou mumbled, making you laugh.

You glanced back at the rose in your hands, before reaching forward and carefully tucking the stem into the pocket of his suit, making sure that the rose was still visible.

“What the hell are you doing?” He asked, his eyes narrowing on your movements. You simply shrugged, waving your hand dismissively.

“Don’t get so worked up, I just thought the rose matched your eyes.” You said, watching as the man’s hand reached for the rose in his suit pocket. For a brief second, you thought he was going to rip out the rose, but instead, his hand momentarily hovered over it, before dropping back on top of the balcony railing.

Another comfortable silence fell between the two of you, as you both looked out into the nighttime scenery. You could feel a gentle breeze, your eyes glancing out into the garden, captivated by how relaxing everything seemed.

As you observed the view from the balcony, you couldn’t help it as your eyes glanced beside you, particularly fixated on the man standing next to you.

It was almost as if you were back in the ballroom again, finding yourself enchanted by the man next to you. Your eyes focused on the way the soft moonlight practically made him glow. The way he looked so at peace, almost as if all the anger that consumed him somehow managed to wash away.

The way he seemed to be looking at you with the same intensity, an undefinable look crossing over his eyes.

You couldn’t tell if it was your daydream filled haze playing tricks on you, but the two of you seemed to slowly move towards each other, eyes only focused on the other.

You could feel your heart racing inside your chest, an indescribable feeling enveloping you.

The two of you were barely inches apart until the balcony doors slammed open, resulting in the two of you moving as far apart as possible. Your heads snapped towards the entrance, eyes now focused on the man who had so violently opened the doors.

“Oh my god, there you are!” Kaminari said, trying to catch his breath. “Kirishima got super drunk and remember that guy he was practically twins with back in high school? Well, they threw each other out of a window-- it was kind of funny not gonna lie-- but we need to leave, immediately,” Kaminari quickly explained. But after taking a brief moment to look at the scene in front of him, a different thought crossed his mind.

“Did I interrupt something? Sorry! I’ll leave you two alone--”

“You didn’t interrupt anything. I was looking for the exit anyways.” Bakugou growled out, ignoring how his face started feeling extremely warm. You awkwardly cleared your throat, gaining his attention.

“I guess I’ll see you around?” You asked, feeling somewhat hopeful that this wouldn’t be the last time you’d see the blond man. Your eyes almost lit up as he nodded his head.

“I’ll see you around,” he said, before heading towards his friend who seemed to be watching the whole interaction with shocked eyes.

“Damn, how did you get someone so beautiful to hang out with you--” Kaminari was interrupted as Bakugou shoved him backward.

“I’m going to kill you Dunce Face,” he grumbled out before the balcony doors shut behind him.

You had watched the interaction with an amused smile on your face, before turning back and staring out at the view once more. Rather than focusing on what you were seeing, your mind focused on all the emotions that seemed to be coursing through you.

Your heart was fluttering in your chest, a warm and fuzzy feeling consuming you. You couldn’t even begin to describe the emotions enveloping you, but at the same time, they made so much sense to you. Was this it?

Was this the moment you finally fell in love?

You let out a content sigh, your brain running wild with daydreams. The inner romantic in you felt so indescribably happy at that moment. But as a different thought crossed your mind, you felt yourself freeze, feeling the daydreams that surrounded your mind come shattering down into small unfixable pieces.

You didn’t even know his name.

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static-fanatic-1 · 3 years

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Day Two

-| Stuck at A StandStill |-

StandStill: Chapter Three

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Foul Language, Bullying.

Komori didn't really appreciate being in second place. Out of everyone in his school he went against one of the weakest students, and yet he got second in a two person race.

That isn't something to be proud of.

And it made his blood boil to no end.

With a bubbling jealousy and a rough plan in mind, the second day of U.A would be the beginning of his call to action. Of course he had some help, another student who resented class 1-A. He was blond and had a stare that pierced daggers through anyone he looked at. He had a smile that called you an asshole and an attitude that was too envious even for Komori.

His name was Monoma, and he would help him finally break Aiko down. Once she's out of the way with a mind as malleable as clay, he'll be able to shape her into his ideal version of herself. It'll be easy, just a little bit of manipulation to do so.

Komori sauntered his way into the school. His uniform was loose and he didn't bother fixing the tie around his neck. As long as he has the components of his uniform the teachers won't bother him.

His plum eyes glanced around at the students piling into the school, each one different than the others. Some had spiraling blue hair and doe like eyes while others had fur like manes. Teeth, horns, tails and more created a mythical atmosphere while some people had mechanical parts attached to their limbs. Some people even looked normal, well as normal as someone can be in a quirk infested world.

The bat child wasn't paying attention, and his shoulder bumped into someone else. "Tsk, watch it." He growled, turning to face the kid beside him.

He was tall, about as tall as Komori minus his ears, and they both shared a pair of glasses. Though he smiled, nervously, a extended his hand in good fortune. "I'm sorry about that, I'll take better care in watching where I am going."

Komori's sharp teeth gleamed past his pink lips. "Yeah, whatever." He turned his body away and waved his wings behind his back to dismiss the other student. "Just stay out of my way."

Iida furrowed his brows and pursed his lips in a scowl. "What a... nice fellow." He whispered, watching the bat saunter further into the school. Iida pushes up his glasses and turned to his locker.

Behind him he could hear heavy breathing and the clatter of shoes. He turned and waved his hand, shutting his own locker in the process. "Hello Aiko! Are you alright?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah! I just woke up late." She brushed her curly pink bangs from her sweaty forehead.

"Late? You're early, there are fifteen minutes before the ten minute bell."

Aiko whipped her head around with a pause. "Wait, what time is it?"

Iida lifted his wrist and pulled back his sleeve. "It is five minutes past eight."

"Really?! My alarm must have been off." She lightly chuckled, it was nervous and stressed. "I'll have to fix that when I get home. Uh, how have you been, Iida?"

He smacked a hand onto his chest and happily smiled. "My day is going wonderfully so far! And you?"

Aiko blushed. "I'm doing good." She shut her locker and fixed her backpack. "I guess we should go ahead and head to class huh?"

"Of course! All the top students are early to class!" Iida grabbed Aiko's hand and dragged her to the classroom with a grin plastered onto his strong features.

The hallways were the most uncrowded Aiko has ever seen. Being so early meant most of the students hung out around the lockers, conversing about whatever came to mind. Most seemed to be second or third years, while a few were first years who wanted to know the ropes.

Iida stopped near the door, not exactly in front of it, but close enough to not raise suspicion. Though, she should have guess something was wrong with someone as meticulous as Iida.

She glanced past his broad shoulder and was greeted with a face full of leathery wings. "Oh look who it is. The twat and the slapper. Seems they don't care who gets into class 1-a."

Iida moved back a bit, kinda stumbling over Aiko in the process. "Twat? Slapper?" He furrowed his brows at the insults, wait, were they even insults?

"You heard me." Komori pushed, stretching out his large wings to size Iida up. "Twat." Plum eyes scanned the figure behind Iida, a toothy grin stretching across his lips. "And slapper."

Aiko bit her lip, now the time to grow a backbone, she thought. He can insult me as much as he wanted but insulting a friend was out of the question. 'Say something. Tell him off!'

"Are you just going to stand there, mouth open like a fish out of water?" He mused, sidestepping to face her fully. "Or are you too terrified?" He leaned down, sharp teeth only a few inches away from nipping at her nose.

"Leave her alone." Snapped Iida, placing a large hand upon the aggressors shoulder. "There is a zero tolerance for bullying at U.A."

"Tsk, like that matters." The bat shrugged off the hand with a scoff, turning his back and ruffling with wings once more. His thin tail swished behind his lanky form with a newfound vigor. As if he enjoyed the challenge despite being seemingly annoyed. "But seriously, this is what the legendary class 1-A has to offer? A kid who can run fast and some girl with a useless quirk? Where's the competition?"

"Leave us alone, Komori. If we aren't worth your time why are you wasting it?" Snapped Aiko, finally building a bit of a backbone.

Komori turned and glared, his signature grin now faltering into something of mixed surprise and malice. He didn't need words to tell her to shut her pretty little mouth.

The tension was high and the thickness of the air could only be cut through with a sharp blade. Luckily, it seemed Iida was that sharp blade. He placed a warm hand on the small of her back to support the backbone. "We'll be taking our leave." Iida's tone was sharp, strong and defensive, warning Komori to back off and leave them alone before things get too ugly.

Komori watched with a malevolent glare through his shimmering glasses. "Just needed to make sure you knew your place."

The two students of class 1-A watched the bat walk away, his figure disappearing behind the doorframe of the class over. There was a pregnant silence between Aiko and Iida as they entered their classroom.

They were the only ones so far, so they stood next to each other and soaked in the new student they met. "Aiko, May I ask you a question?"

She hummed in approval, placing her bag down and giving him her undivided attention.

"Komori... do you know him?"

"Oh, yeah. We went to the same school ever since we were kids. He... always bullied me. I'm kind of used to it by now." She gave a small chuckle and avoided eye contact. Instead she decided her sketchbook cover was far more interesting than Iida's concerned eyes. "I wouldn't worry too much about him. He's all bark no bite."

Iida has never been bullied, at least not to his face. Every once in a while in middle school, a student would talk about him behind his back. Thing like his strange body language, intelligence, or physical appearance. He never thought too much about it, only that they must be jealous of his hard work. Still, that doesn't mean it didn't hurt.

"Well, tell me if you have any problem then." His hand pointed to Aiko and a comforting smile stretched across his thin lips.

"Th-thank you. I appreciate it." She really did, it wasn't everyday someone would help her stand up to a past bully. It actually never happened, not even her past teachers did anything other than scolding Komori.

Iida sat down in his seat and awaited the start of class. She guessed the conversation was over. Though it didn't feel over, Aiko couldn't help but linger on the kindness from her classmate. His words echoed trough her head as she sketched away her future hero costume. She made a few changes from her current costume, some she actually liked, but she could do that once she goes big after school.

Once she became a hero, all of her problems would fade away to nothing. All she'll have to do is battle against her family's killer: All for One.

The door to the classroom opened, the green haired boy labeled Izuku shuffling into the room. More students entered, each one with their own gait.

Then there was the teacher, he really was a strange man. He still looked like a gruff cat of sorts with yellow goggles. The scarf around his neck hung loosely on top his slouched shoulders. In his hands was a small stack of papers, he straightened them up in the pedestal in front of the class and readied himself for the rest of the students.

Once class started, Mr. Aizawa cleated his throat and began. "Today I am going to give you the class syllabus. I would read it carefully and thoroughly, if you don't you will miss something important." He flipped to the back of one of the papers. "We will need your parent's signature and your own, as well as a class fee and other important information. Again, look over it completely. You need to turn it in by this Friday."

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Nothing too important happened, introductions, classes, teachers. Some were eccentric like the Voice Hero Present Mic, and some were... R-rated like Midnight.

Still, Aiko was giddy with excitement. She would be taught by heroes! Professional heroes! The young girl couldn't help but bounce her leg beneath her desk, tap her pencil on her sketchbook, and nibble her lip between her teeth.

She dug her hands into her backpack to fish out her binder. One section for each class, right now with different syllabuses and paperwork. She already took out her pen and signed everything, so she just had to ask Ms. Takahashi to do her part.

Aiko wasn't too focused on the door, well, until it burst open with s gust of wind. "Hahaha! Hello there!"

Everyone jumped from their seats with a newfound vigor, yelping and jumping with smiles that rivaled his own. All Might! In class 1-A! "All Might!" Even Aiko couldn't handle her excitement!

He continued to chuckle, swaying his way inside with Aizawa and shutting the door behind him. "Hello young heroes! I would introduce myself but I'm sure you already know who I am! Number one hero-" he turned to his side and flexed his muscles to the class "ALL MIGHT!!"

Out of everyone in the class, no one was as excited as Aiko. Even that kid with the freckles and green hair had nothing on the beaming smile and jumping Aiko was doing. She couldn't help it! All Might was more than her hero! He was kinda like a messiah for anyone in the Hero community! And Aiko was becoming a hero!

"This year will be an eventful one, as I have decided to help train the new generation of aspiring heroes!" He returned to standing straight and tall, towering over everyone in the room. He set his fists on his hips and continued. "I, as well as all the other teachers, will do our best to mold you into fine, young heroes! Bravery! Integrity! Compassion and hope are all necessary for someone to be the best hero they can be!”

He threw his head in a cheerful laugh, the entire class clapping from the small speech. All of them would become heroes and nothing would stop them! Aiko couldn't help the rush of excitement either!

All Might evaluates the class, each one a rising hero with promise. Finally, his eyes landed on Midoriya, and his smile grew just a bit more, yeah, he chose one good successor!

"Hurry up, All Might." Aizawa pushes, moving to his desk and tapping away on his computer.

"Right right." The number one rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry. Anyways, I have your syllabus' right here for my class. I will read most of it out, the important stuff at least, and then I'll ask you a question I would like you all to answer. So, let begin shall we?"

All Might, with his theatrical voice, wasn't the best at reading out loud. He stuttered more than any other teacher, and Aiko couldn't get past the funny tone he always wore. Imagine an over exaggerated, comedy relief character trying to read something serious. It's more entertaining than anything.

"Finally, the question I want to ask all of you is, what do you think makes a good hero?"

Iida raised his hand first, his entire body leaning up to the roof. Momo was the same, her hand stretched high above her head and even higher against all the other classmates. Though, All Might seemed to be a bit nicer to the shyer students, his first choice was a kid in the back with white and red hair, and a scar across his right heterochromia eyes.

"Go on, introduce yourself first, then answer the question."

All eyes took in the student in the back, his body shriveled and his hand slowly dipping down to his side. His face portrayed a different story, instead of being reserved and shy, there was a hint of distaste as his brows furrowed together. "My name is Todoroki Shoto, and I believe what makes a good hero is someone who protects people. Someone who doesn't hurt others needlessly, and instead helps them when they need it."

Aiko glanced back at All Might, the cryptic message seemed to make the number one hero uncomfortable. Weird.

"Of course! A good hero always puts others before themselves, and makes sure the masses are safe against villain attacks!" He moved on to the next student, the infamously pissed blond who seemed to not care at all given his posture. "And what about you?"

"Bakugou Katsuki," he introduced, springing up from his chair when he began the second part. "What makes the best hero is being on top! Winning and taking down useless villains!"

All Might stuttered. "We-well of course winning against villains is important! But winning isn't exactly what makes a hero. It is important to think of victory as a means to save as many civilians as possible." The pro hero moved on to another student, then another one, and another one, until he landed on Aiko.

She didn't even realize her hand was up, too excited to even think correctly. Her bright features dulled down, what was she going to say?! Revenge? Helping people like herself? That'd defiantly get Mr. and Mrs. Takahashi in trouble... they would hate that.

"My name is Takahashi Aiko and I think what makes a good hero is... helping people who can't help themselves. Through anything, like helping the elderly cross the street or helping someone with their homework."

All Might smiled. "That's a perfect example of what makes a good hero! Being a hero isn't always about fighting villains or saving civilians, it is also about being a good role model for the people who look up to you."

His theatrics didn't end when the bell rang, and he dashed out of the class with a strength matched by only one. Aiko was beyond excited, beyond proud! Talking in front of a class is difficult and she did it without any hiccups.

Seeing All Might, being brave, and making friends counts as a win in her book.

Iida wondered into view, his glasses falling slightly down his nose with a pleased grin. "Can you believe it?! All Might will be teaching us heroics! It's the chance of a life time!"

"Yeah!" Aiko began. "I can't believe it either! He's my hero."

"Mine too, I've always looked up to All Might. He's the world's best hero, there's no competition!" Iida finished collecting his things and waited, two more people wondering over. One was Uraraka, the cute brown haired girl with flushing cheeks. The other one was the green haired kid with cute freckles, Izuku maybe? "This is Uraraka and Izuku, we were in the same entrance exam."

Aiko gave a gentle smile. "Hi, I'm Aiko. I met Iida at my locker, his is across mine." She shrugged and stuffed her sketchbook into her back. "You guys can go ahead and get a table, I wanted to stay after class a few minutes."

"Sure!" Uraraka smiled and threw up a few thumbs up. "We'll save you a seat!"

"Sounds good." Aiko grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She waved away the small ground and looked around the busy halls, where did All Might go? From the path of talking students, her probably went in the opposite direction of the cafeteria. Would it be okay to see him?

She bit her lip, this would probably be the only time she could talk to him privately, after all he's probably really busy already. It would just be better to get what she's itching to say out of the way. Silver eyes glanced at her homeroom teacher, he was sitting at his desk, shifting through some papers with a bored expression.

He looks too busy to be bothered, so the aspiring hero trotted off into the hallways with vigor in her step. Passing through the cluttered halls, Aiko rushed through the crowds of students and past class 1-B.

Until she stumbled to the side form bumping into someone. "Sorry! Sorry!" She yelped, catching herself and grabbing the shoulders of the figure she hit. "I wasn't watching where I was going!"

The blond ran his hand through his hair, his too gleeful grin plastered onto his now visible face. "This is class 1-A? Pathetic! Can't even watch their own feet!" He cackled through his disturbing grin and held his pained chest. "Seriously?!"

The pink haired girl stumbled back, once again almost tripping on her feet. "I-I'm sorry?"

"Sorry? You don't even know how to apologize? Useless, hahaha!" He continued to imitate a hyena as another figure showed up... and smacked him across the back of the head.

"That's no way to talk to a fellow student!" The new figure chided, using her hand to swipe away the red ponytail form her shoulder. "Sorry about him, he's always been like this since we started class. Don't know why." She shyly laughed to herself. "My name's Itsuka Kendo by the way, if he ever does this again, just call me."

"S-sure?" Aiko gave a scared smile. "Uh, thanks—oh! Do you know where All Might went?"

"All Might?" Her face flashed with excitement. "Yeah! We went to the teacher's lounge over in that direction." She pointed her thumb behind her. "Anyway, I should take him to the lunchroom, ya' know?"

"Right, uh, thanks by the way... Kendo. I appreciate it." She glanced to the side, movement catching her eye.

Komori stared into her soul form behind Kendo, a snark plastered onto his features. He scoffed and walked off with his clawed hands into his pockets.

Kendo didn't notice Komori and instead smiled at Aiko's discomfort. "We honestly think he's an escapee from Tartarus or something." She giggles at her joke to try and lift the mood.

It worked. The two exchanged a little laugh. "I'll see you around I guess."

"Defiantly! See you later-?"

"Aiko, you too." Both separated their own ways, and continued their missions.

The pink haired girl ran through the halls and stopped in front of sign high on the wall. Big, bold letters told her she finally made it to the teacher's lounge. God, was she really going to go through with this?

The door opened before she could bail, a small mouse with the most adorable suit she had ever seen walked out. He had the cutest smile on his face with beady, black eyes that shimmered with momentary surprise. "Hello there!" He began, waving around a tiny paw. "How May I help you?"

She knew who this cute mouse was, and it only made her more regretful of her decision, would he be angry at her? "I-I-umm, I just-I was meaning to-uh-ask Mr. Might a question. I-I can ask another time if he is busy."

All Might jumped at her voice, quickly scurrying away from the view of the door. He wasn't in his All Might form, and if a student already figured out his secret, god that would be difficult to deal with. Still, he listened in, wondering what she might have been wanting to ask. He should go out there right? A little more time wouldn't kill him, besides he needed to be a role model right?

Taking a deep breath he inflated, fixed his suit and leaned into the doors entrance. "Hello there-er-little miss."

Her eyes shined a bit brighter, and Nezu glanced behind him with a raised brow. Toshinori grew his smile to reassure the little mouse.

"Sorry to bother you sir, I was just wondering if I could ask a question about earlier?"

He thought for a moment and remembered which class she might have been from. Oh! Right, the one he was just in. "Of course! What did you want to ask?" He fixed his posture and leaned on the door, waiting for her to continue, but she didn't right away. Instead she glanced over at Nezu nervously and fiddled with her hands.

"I'll see you at the office room, All Might." Nezu said, shuffling away with another cute wave.

The teacher and student watched him walk off before looking at each other once more. "Um, I was thinking about what you said, about what makes a hero, but would it be wrong for someone to want... revenge?"

The question took him by surprise. Revenge? Such a fickle idea split between right and wrong, would it be bad to want revenge? He didn't think so, after all an ulterior motive of him being a hero was also once revenge. "You want to be a hero for revenge? Who are you after?"

She blushed, clearly embarrassed. "It's a bit of a long story, but six years or so ago you saved me from a villain attack. My family didn't make it, but if you weren't there I'm sure more people would have died! If it wasn't for you I probably wouldn't be here, that's why I idolize you!"

"Six years ago? I'm sorry I don't remember much about villain attacks back then." He rubbed the back of his neck with a shy smile. "It's been quite a while."

Aiko shuffled on her feet. "It was a major attack in one of the rich districts, it has been rebuilt since then."

All Might thought deeply about her words, it's normal for villains to attack wealthy districts or shopping centers, either to get hostages or to steal. Her words didn't really make it easy to remember.

Then he thought about what happened six years ago, the scar along his torso tingling form a long lost memory. With that in mind, he would just base her experience after what he remembers in that fight. He couldn't forget that fight. "I think I remember, there was a lot of collateral damage, I'm sorry for your loss."

She smiled a sad smile and avoided eye contact. "Don't worry, you saved my life... and it wasn't your fault. I just want to find that villain and put him to justice for what he did, is that wrong?"

He snapped out of his thoughts, a small head of sweat dropping down his high cheekbones. "Of course it isn't, revenge can be a bad thing, but I think you are justified in wanting to find this missing villain." He shook his head to clear his mind. "You seem like such a sweet, young girl. There is no doubt in my mind you can put that villain to justice and make your family proud."

He placed a large hand on her shoulder and crouched down. Shadowed blue eyes now stared into weary silver ones. "You will be an amazing hero one day, I can tell."

"Th-Thank you, Mr. Might. Hearing that from my hero means more than you think." She glanced down at her hands, a loose nail catching her eyes, must have been from her fiddling. "Thank you, I was worried you'd think it was wrong."

"Everyone has their motives, some more selfish than others, wanting justice is on the selfless side of the spectrum." He stood up to his full height and flashed a smile. "And if it makes you feel any better, I find it admirable to want to justice."

Aiko blushed a deep crimson, did her hero seriously just call her admirable?! Is she dreaming?! No, she isn't, and the man in front of her wasn't just a made up fantasy. She was actually talking to the number one, her literal savior. "Th-Thank you! I promise to be the best hero I can be! I promise to put that man to justice and make you proud!"

With that she dashed off, her hands gripping her hair over her face to cover her blazing cheeks.

All Might chuckled, these students really seemed like a promising bunch huh?

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