#also uhh i am sorry it was supposed to be aizawa at first but i suck at colouring black hair ugh i hope you like hawks too

[officialjellybean16]

Chap. 1 School Dorms!

Dorms 4 pm: 

Denki Pov: Where's Kiri? We were supposed to meet here after class. After all, he said it was urgent.

Kiri: Hey Bro! 

Denki: You're awfully late.

Kiri: Yeah, I had a run in with Bakubro..

Denki: OH MY GOD! DID HE HURT YOU!?

Kiri: Did you forget he actually listens to me?

Denki: Oh yeah, I presume he likes you.

Kiri: *mutters* You got that right..

Denki: What did you say?

*No response*

Denki: Anyways, what did you want that’s soo urgent?

Kiri: Oh- Uhh nothing! Not anymore at least-

Denki: So you dragged me out here for nothing? I was gonna go to the movies with Mina!

Kiri: Sorry..

*Kaminari walks away*

Denki Pov: Didn’t Mr. Aizawa tell us we were getting a transfer student from 1b? I wonder who it is. Hope it's not monoma, he's a jerk and he's annoying. I think Kirishima and Bakugou like each other, but Kiri has been very distant and suspicious lately I wonder if-

*Bumps into someone rushing*

???: Oh I'm so sorry for bumping into you, I'm in a rush!

Denki: Oh no i’m sorry I should have been watching where I was walking then I would have seen you-

*The guy has a dark shade of purple hair and purple eyes, he looks tired. He starts making Kamimari blush and this is when Kami realized that he was fucked up. His deep voice won him over and Kami had now had his first boy crush!*

 Chap. 2 Kami meets the new kid

Denki Pov: Oh god play it cool. EEK! 

*Kami starts blushing more as the guy puts his hand on his shoulder*

???: What's your name? Wait nevermind! Just don’t answer me.

Denki: I don’t care, I still am, anyways I’m Denki Kaminari. You will find out my quirk later.

???: Ha that's ok, I’m the new transfer student so I’m trying to find my dorm. I asked an angry pomeranian dude and he said “Ask Pikachu. Dunce Face has an extra room! Now don’t bother me extra!” Who's pikachu?

Denki: Oh that's me!

???: Okay nice to meet you, you seem nice so i’m okay with you. I will be up most of the night so I hope I won’t be a bother.

Denki: I usually sleep like a log. I can't tell if someone comes into my room.

*Kaminari leads him to his and Midoriya's dorm*

Denki: That's Midoriya’s room. The one across it is mine. The one beside mine will be yours Okay? The bathroom is right next to Midoriya’s and there is a closet by the door. *points to each thing he explains*

*after a while of them just talking and helping him move in Kaminari’s stomach grumbles*

???: Are you hungry? 

Denki: *knows that he’s hungry* Not really, but that doesn't matter. I'm helping you!

???: Maybe we should take a break. It wouldn’t hurt to get something to eat, it is 5:30.

*Kirishima and Bakugo come bursting in the room*

???: Hmm I see. The angry boy is back.

Denki: Hey Kiri! Hey Bakugo! This is our new classmate! He’s awesome!

Bakugo: Does it look like I give a fuck?

Kiri: Shh, babe it’s fine!

Denki: Yeah!

     … *A few seconds later*

Denki: *tries to process* Wait what!?

Bakugo: We have been dating for three months. How can you not know this?

Denki: I don’t know, how come I don’t know this?!

Kiri: *mutters* I thought you knew I was Gay

???: *sitting silently watching*

Denki: WHAT THE HELL I KNEW YOU WERE GAY IT’S OBVIOUS BUT NOT THAT YOU WERE DATING BAKUBRO!

Kiri: Hey only I call him that

Denki: *starts up quirk*

Kiri: DON’T ELECTRIFY ME AGAIN!

Deku: *sleeps through it*

Mina Pov: *peeking for some tea* I HAVE A NEW SHIP AND INFO THAT BKKR ARE OFFI!

*Kaminari see’s Mina, and Mina see’s ??? standing beside Kami*

Denki: DON’T

Denki: YOU

Denki: DARE!

Mina: NEW SHIP! OH AND BAKU KIRI ARE TOGETHER!

Kami-Kiri-Baku: GET HER

*Midoriya comes out of the bedroom*

??? Pov: Does this happen every day?

Deku: Most days but still yes- *yawns*

???: Can you read minds?

Deku: Indeed I can also see the greatest desires., but if they’re greatest desire isn’t found it’s because they're still deciding. Yours is a little fuzzy, as if you're in the midst of deciding yours.

???: Then what's my name? *mind says Hitoshi Shinso*

Deku: Hitoshi Shinso-

???: Is that your quirk?

Deku: No- It's some kinda thing I got when I was little. But it's not a quirk. They believe I got it from my dad.. It's- Confusing-

???: So you know everyone's secrets? 

Deku: Yeah so don’t piss me off

*Back with Mina tied up and being tickled with electric sparks*

Denki; HOW COULD YOU DO THAT!?

Mina: *In between giggles* I-CANT-BREATH!!

*Everyone stops*

Mina: THANKYOU LORD FOR HAVING THEM TIE UP BAKUGOU!! *Gets sparked again*

Mina: OKAY, OKAY! I’m sorry! How can I make it up to you guys?

Denki: You can't, I'm just disappointed.

Kiri: Same here-

Bakugo: *Tied up and covered mouth with tape (he has scared eyes thinking of the time he got attacked by the slime villain but he’s also mad) making tiny explosions out of his palms*

Denki: You should be happy that we tied up bakugo

Kiri: Yeah but I feel bad for him, we should of let him murder her since she has done this several times.

Mina: I know but it’s worth the risk!

#bhna #au writing

[crystalkleure]

🤝 my man

Quon Kimidori and Jin Aizawa!

Ah, the s1 snek boys. The Viper Who Flies In The Sky and The Viper Who Crawls On The Ground. Only one of them has pointy teeth and neither of them has Actual Classic Snake Fangs, somehow. They both like to wander around aimlessly and somewhat recklessly and manage to not die. They are both Supremely Chill by default. Would have been cool to see them interact with eachother even one single time onscreen, I think they've got pretty sympatico personalities. These guys would like, casually get along with eachother just fine.

If Quon were to spot Jin just staggering around in the park one day, I think he would notice and think "Hm. That guy's Not Right. Sir are you okay over there" and like, do something. Approach the Potential Drunk Hobo and ask if he perhaps requires any assistance. And Jin would babble delirious nonsense at him and pass out on the nearest available surface, which is probably the ground. Quon would promptly freak the fuck out with a perfectly blank expression on his face, fold up his jacket and put it under the Possibly ODing Guy's head, and then call Xhaka for advice instead of emergency services in a moment of panicky brainfart. Xhaka advises Quon to put the dying guy on a bench instead of the ground because the ground has ants, so that is what Quon does. <5 minutes later, Jin wakes up, sits up, and right about then Quon finally blinks and says "...An ambulance. I should have called an ambulance. Xhaka is not an ambulance." and Jin is like "wtf who's dying holy shit" and confusion ensues and Jin laughs it off and completely casually explains that "Oh lol nah I'm totally fine, I just take Accidental Naps at inopportune moments multiple times a day because the ghosts in my brain don't let me sleep like a normal person. It's okay because they protect me and do not let me get mugged or eaten by ants while I am unconscious. Sorry for drooling on your jacket btw."

Quon says "...Okay. nbd." and takes the crazy person's psychobabble with a grain of salt because what else are you supposed to say to that.

Hyperspecific comedic scenario aside, I do think Quon would in fact be alarmed by Jin at first because Holy Shit Clearly This Dude Is Fucking Dying, Uhh Shit What Do I Do, because you KNOW he is gonna see a Narcolepsy Attack happen because those happen so often, and then he would just...not try to question it when Jin is awake enough again to explain what's actually wrong with him and Why You Should Totally Not Worry About Him Because He's Fine And His Ghost Friends Make Sure Of That, because okay even if this person is not actually dying, or THINKS he's not dying, he is clearly insane or at least temporarily still delirious. I also think Quon would stick around and just Casually Loiter nearby for awhile, just to observe Jin a little longer to make 100% sure the dude is not still gonna keel over dead any minute now even though he insists he doesn't want him to call for medical aid.

And I think they would just, like...casually hang out and chat. Quon would do some Skateboard Tricks and Jin would be both Impressed And Alarmed because damn dude that seems dangerous, you go up So High, isn't that A Little Bit Scary [says the guy who sees nothing wrong with falling flat on his face unconscious in a ditch], Quon says nah, Quon asks Jin if having ghosts in his brain and randomly passing out on the floor is A Little Bit Scary, Jin says nah, and they just chill and talk about skateboarding and hallucinating while Jin proves he is Definitely Not On The Brink Of Death Here. I think, most importantly, that in spite of being pretty sure that Jin is just A Bit Psychotic and the shadows at the edge of his vision probably aren't suddenly ACTUALLY moving weirdly now, haha, Quon would have the tact to not try to insist to Jin that the Ghost Friends aren't real. Or to appear outwardly skeptical at all, because his expression is so static and his voice is so flat. And he obviously wouldn't make fun of Jin or be all judgmental anything. He'd just listen attentively while Jin tells him about his 323 Guardian Ghost Buddies, and would just nod and say things like "Hm. Woah, sounds intense." and lament on how "Man, Life Sure Does Get Unpredictable Sometimes, Doesn't It. Life Is Weird, Bro. Crazy How Shit Happens. Hey, you want something from the vending machine over there? I'm gonna go get a soda." etc., and they'd both leave the encounter with solid respect for eachother and a newfound Snake Bro Bond. They're both just so fucking chill and Generally Unshakeable and Casually Fearless lmfao.

#Quon's seen some weird shit. Bey avatars exist so who is he to insist that brain ghosts don't. #I mean they PROBABLY don't right but I mean you never know. Weird world. #BeyBurst #Beyblade Burst #Quon Kimidori #Jin Aizawa #CK dissects #.Replies #Ova Kakyoin #Honestly Quon can probably get along with anybody unless they're just a total douche and he doesn't WANT to get along with them #He's like a capybara he's just a Friendly Presence #His personality is just so thoroughly unabrasive #He's got just a great blend of Openmindedness and Wanderlust and Desire To Learn And Experience but also Practicality and Caution #I think he'd hit it off with Jin extra nicely #They're both really...sturdy? Physically and emotionally? For lack of a better term? Calmly Tenacious. Not Fazed By Much. #These are both guys who could be actively bleeding out and would just be like ''Welp. I suppose it is time to go to the hospital.'' #It's like impossible to Actually Freak Them Out #They Do Not Completely Outright Panic Ever And It Is Hard To Make Them Even Moderately Afraid #Jin falls on his face on concrete and gets up like it's no problem and Trains Real Hard in spite of the narcolepsy #And Quon is a skateboarder and you KNOW those get beat up a lot and he just. He just Deals With Things. So Bluntly And Calmly.

[weeb-writor]

Bakugou’s S/O dies in a crash, leaving him a single father

Hello, gonna be very honest I forgot how to read properly and read a request wrong and wrote a 3000 word fic for it, woohoo! But i mean at least you guys get a fic from it, lol. Italics are flashbacks, bold is reality trying to pull him out of his head, and the regular text is reality. The actual request should be up tomorrow. Reader is neutral and I didn't specify the birthing process! Hope you all enjoy.

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Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Bakugou’s S/O dies in a crash leaving him a single dad, he has flashes backs of your life together.

TW: Death, depiction of a car crash and blood. Kinde heavy angst

Words: 3052

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“I am so sorry sir but there's nothing we could do for them, w-” The doctor went on but the words slurred together in Bakugou's mind. This isn't how it was supposed to go, you were both supposed to grow old together. Supposed to send Kaori to her first day of school together. To bully the shit out of her first significant other. Go all out on each and every one of her birthdays. To give her at least 3 more brats to hang out with...to cry as you sent her off to college. This isn't how it was supposed to go, he was supposed to protect you, to be your hero. Everything you both had promised to each other was slipping through his grasped fist and the flashbacks were not helping either.

“Watch where you are going, Pomeranian.” You said to him.

“Pomeranian? The fuck, watch your mouth shitty extra!” He roared back at you.

“I think you’re the one who needs soap in his mouth, you're cursing every other word.” You cocked a brow at him.

“Whatever you god damn extra, get outta my way i'm gonna be late.” He backed off shocking his small group of friends.

“What the heck bakubro! If I said that to you I would be dead! You’re caught by the balls already!” Denki said pouting

“Whaddyah just say dunce face? I am not and it doesn't matter. I went easy cause they're so insignificant I wont see them again.” He said with a shrug as they walked into the training yard where their class was meeting.

“Alright, today we have a few helpers from other classes to help you with physical combat skills without the use of your quirks. Pair up with them, if you can actually beat them the first go than you pass. If you don’t, then well you fail, and will do supplementary training with me after every class.” Aizawa said, zipping himself into his sleeping bag.

“Hello class 1-A, Im Y/N. I am in charge of everybody you're about to fight, we've all trained in various types of Martial arts, and uhh you're probably all gonna lose but try your hardest alright?! I've got match-ups based on your physical abilities, so let's begin.” You said getting everyone into their pairs.

“So much for never seeing them again, huh?” Sero said laughing at the fuming bakugou.

“Yeah you’ll be seeing a lot more of me Pomeranian boy, but for now let me wipe the floor with you.” You said getting into a fighting position. He remembers how he lost that fight, terribly he might add. You only offered to help him after the loss, ignoring all his cries of protest. He didn't only lose the fist fight, he lost his heart to you. He had hoped you would never give it back to him, but here you are giving him his heart back. He hated these images, he wants them to stop.

“Bakugou”

“Go on a date with me.” You said as you and bakugou walked back to the dorms together after a sparring session.

“What!?” He yelled at you a deep shade of red.

“You know, on a date, and then you know if all goes well like 2 more before you kiss me and ask me to be officially yours because i'm not easy, you know?”

“Who asks like that!” He continued to yell.

“What did you want some flowers too, bakugou.” You giggled at him.

“You damn, dumbass! Fine but we're going now!” He said grabbing your hand and pulling you away.

“Wait but we are sweaty and I wanted to look nice! You're such a tyrant, Bakugou!” You sang as he pulled you away but slammed into his back as he came to a halting stop.

“Katsuki...call me Katsuki.” He said looking to the side with a blush. This moment was precious to him, your stupid giggle always brought brought blood rushing to his cheeks and made his heart race. As precious as it was, he begged his mind to stop, he didn't want to see what he couldn't have anymore… he wants to forget.

“Bakugou!”

“You know, if i knew you were so messy I wouldn't have moved in with you.” Bakugou yelled to you as he put up one of your many blankets that were always littered around the house.

“Sorry not Sorry, Kat, it's your fault for keeping this damn house like an ice box all the time.” You said as you shoved some more takeout into your mouth.

“And why did you order takeout, i wanted to cook instead of eating that shitty and so unhealthy food.” He nagged you some more but you only giggled. He smiled, that had become his favorite sound.

“Because Mr. Pro- Hero some of us are college students barely staying afloat! It's my last semester so let me live, you ass! Also you are so much like your mother babe, it's kind of funny.” You said to him. His head was bulging in irritation as he sat next to you.

“I can't believe I want to marry you…” He said shaking his head with a sigh. You put down your takeout and stared at him with wide, teary eyes.

“You want to marry… me?” You said to him, he chucked at you before placing a black velvet box in your hand.

“Yeah, so say yes and put the ring on.” He blushed looking away from you.

“You jerk, this is how you ask me? And like an idiot of course I'm putting on the ring with no hesitation.” You giggled around your tears, admiring the ring you had just placed on your finger.

“Yeah, as I recall, you asked me out the same way. Whaddyah want some flowers?” He teased you with a grin. You looked at him with burning passion before your lips met, engaging in a fiery dance of passion. Stop, stop. Please just stop, he begged his brain. At the moment he thought it was perfect, it was so you and so him. Now, he wished he did it on tv or yelled it from the rooftops. Maybe then it would have shown the universe, or god, or whatever was taking him from you just how much he needed and loved you. Just maybe it would have permitted this outcome.

“Bakugou!!”

You and bakugou stared down at the little 6 pound baby. She was sleeping peacefully for the first time since the girl came home, which was 4 day ago! Maybe it was because you had just taken her to meet her grandparents and she didn't want to deal with her grandparents much like her father.

“Give me that baby!” his mom said swopping the baby into her hands. You only giggled at her excitement but Bakugou threw a fit.

“Mom! She's a fuc-freaking newborn! You’ve got to be gentle and support her head! You’re gonna hurt her, it's dangerous” He shouted at his mom.

“Oh hush you ingrate. If that was true believe me kid you’d be dead by now, would've saved me a lot of trouble. Now come on little Kaori, I know you've got it.” She said looking down at Kaori.

“What's she got?” You asked curiously. The blonde did not respond, only blew a little stream of air on the baby's nose and then turned her towards you and the blonde next to you who was still pouting. The baby stirred before waking up giving you all the meanest mug you had ever seen come from a baby.  She stared at bakugou and then at you before going back to sleep.

“She’s got the bakugou bitch face or the bakugou glare or even the bakugou mean mug. However you want to call it but that doesn't matter cause she’s got it.” His mom said placing the sleeping baby in the basinet you guys had brought.

“Did that brat just glare at me!?” Bakugou whispers, causing you to burst into full belly laughter.

“What the hell are you laughing at?” he said to you trying to hide his small smile that was brought out by your laughing.

“Nothing, I just love you and I believe you just said H-E double hockey sticks so we're getting takeout on the way home, love.” You said kissing his cheek. He only stuck his tongue out at you before mumbling a quick ‘i love you back’. It's getting more painful now he's drawing closer to the day he knew his mind was counting down to. As much as he wanted to relish in the memory all he could think of was how Kaori wouldn't remember you or your melodious laughing. How he should have said I love you more clearly in that moment. He wanted it to stop, he wanted the flashes to stop, the memories to stop but they wouldn't and he knew because they were telling your story.

“BAKUGOU!!”

“Come here, dumbass I wanna cuddle!” Bakugou yelled from your bed.

“Hold on I just wanna call your mom and make sure Kaori is okay. It's the first time Kaori has been away so long. She’s only eleven months, she's probably scared without us.” You said with the phone in your hand pacing.

“Babe, if you are so worried you should know I called my mom while you were bathing. Kaori is chasings around my mom's fat cat. And my moms gonna call when they are putting her to bed so we can say goodnight. Now, get over here and quit worrying I want to cuddle you.” He said finally getting you relax enough to lay down, you rested your head on his chest.

“You're such a good dad, you were worried enough to phone your mom.” You said breathing in his caramel scent.

“Of course I did, I worry about you and Kaori whenever yall are out of my sight. I love you both too much yet not enough at the same time.” He said to you kissing the top of your head.

“Katsuki I want us to always be this way, I want to always be with you and kaori smiling. I love you both too much too.” You said back to him straddling him to meet his eyes.

“I want some more brats and a cat and a dog. I want everything with you. And I want it for forever” He said looking up at you with passion. He needs it to stop, he can't relive the same nightmare. He didn't want the image of you dying in his hands to replay, but that's where his mind was heading, wasn't it?

“Bakugou!? Can you hear me!?”

“You know when people said you become boring when you have a baby I didn't believe them but were totally boring. We just did 10 over the speed limit to pick up Kaori.” You said taking a glance in the mirror to see her cute little grumpy face.

“Baby I realized we were boring when we went to that baby store on our day off to look at baby stuff and we went “ ohh” and “awhh” to every third object we saw.” He said back to you with a chuckle. You giggled at him and your eyes fluttered shut for just a second, it was a second too long because when you opened them you slammed into a car ahead of you that had just been in an accident causing a pile up. Behind you a semi rammed into your suv doing terrible damage to the car and everyone inside. Bakugou was the first to wake and quickly fought to get himself free. Once he did he was all over you but you were in far worse shape and the metal of the car dug into you, slicing you open, and locking you into place.

“Noo.. Kat get Kaori first.” you whispered to him.

“Y/N, i'll get you out first, you're right here. Then we’ll get kaori together.” He said tears spilling from his eyes.

“Katsuki, please get Kaori first. Please, i'll try to get loose myself” You plead with him, he thought about it but you were more stuck than her and you were bleeding heavily from the metal cutting into your abdomen.

“Katsuki Bakugou! Her first, then me! I’ll wait for you, promise.” That was all he needed to hear, his heart ached for his little girl who was crying softly more shocked than hurt.

“It's alright baby we're gonna get you safety and then dadas gonna come get mommy and we’ll all go home cuddle.” He said as he pulled the baby from her car seat, recognizing ‘home’ and ‘cuddle’ she clapped at him. He planted gross, wet kisses all over her face before dashing to the place where he saw all the flashing lights congregating. It was a pretty big pile up so there were a lot of ambulances. He took the first one open.

“This is Bakugou Kaori, she’s eleven months and has no allergies to anything or any medication. I'll be coming back with Bakugou y/n who has a pretty deep gash in their abdomen and isn't allergic to any medication either.” He said as the EMT took his baby from him. He almost didn't want to leave her but he knew you were waiting on him, so he dashed back to your totaled car where he saw people crowding your figure as they had just pulled you out.

“Y/N!” He said dropping to the ground taking you from the girl who was holding you.

“Come on, you're bleeding a lot we’ve got to get you to the ambulance.” He said tears cascading from his eyes as he tried to lift you while simultaneously slowing your bleeding but as he lifted you not only did you scream, blood rushed out of your gash at a very alarming rate.

“We can't lift them, they're losing too much blood, the ambulance got to come down here….They’ll die if we take them down there.” Someone said as Katsuki placed you back on the ground. He wanted to yell at them and tell them they were wrong but he knew they weren't. As well as he knew the ambulance wouldn't fit down here, it was hard for him to fit through the cracks of the cars. He had to try though for you, for Kaori, and for himself.

“You're all hurt, go get to an ambulance and get some help, idiots.... And please, I'm begging you, make one of them come down here.” The group of people nodded as they raced for the ambulances.

“Told you I’d wait on you, Kat.”

“Yeah, you did such a good job, baby! You are so strong, love. They went to get help, everything's gonna be alright.” He whispered to you clutching your body closer to him.

“Who are you trying to convince me or you.” You laughed coughing up blood.

“Stop laughing, dumbass this isn't funny.” He gritted his teeth at you.

“Alright then stuffy, onto the serious business. I want Kaori to grow up knowing what love is, so tell her all our cheesy stories. I want her to grow up knowing she is so loved by you so tell her everyday from me and you that you love her more than anything. I want her to know she can come to you for anything so don't be such a hardass to her when she starts to rebel a little…. I don't want her to forget my face or my voice too much, so as much as it might hurt at first show her all the pictures and videos we took over the years. And when she's old enough to understand what happened tonight tell her she doesn't need to go to my grave if she ever wants to talk to me, I'm always watching over you both, promise.” You paused to throw up some more blood. “And now for you my love, I won't say anything to cliché. Like ‘i want you to find love’ cause we both know I am the jealous type but if it happens don't worry I'm not turning over in my grave. I want you to keep following that dream of yours if anyone can be the Top hero and a single dad it’s you, Kat. I want you to indulge yourself and eat takeout sometimes that stuffy diet of yours isn't fun. Be sad for as long as you need but just don't hold it all inside and try to continue on like everything is fine. It's okay to cry, to need a break or some help or both really. Lastly, Bakugou Katsuki, I love you and I am so sorry we didn't get that always and forever we wanted.” You said using the last of your strength to caress his cheek. He sobbed as he grasped your hand and held it tighter to his cheek.

“I love y-” he tried to say but stopped as he realized you were already gone. You didn't get to hear it back from him… the scream that ripped from him was pure anguish in its finest form. He should've been quicker to say it. He should have said it more often. He just should have. And now he was begging his head to stop playing these flashbacks to stop driving the knife further into his heart, he had a daughter he was trying to live for. He just wanted it to stop.

“DADA DADA”

Just like that he was drawn from his head. He looked around to see his friends and family staring at him in concern and his daughter at his feet with fat tears rolling down her face. He quickly picked her up, cursing at himself as he probably just scared her.

“What are you crying for you, little brat?” He started but paused as fat tears of his own rolled down his sunken cheeks “Everything's gonna be alright soon, so we shouldn't cry for too long okay, Brat.” He said as he hugged Kaori tighter than he should have. Somewhere in his mind he did believe it. That he and his daughter would be okay but for right now he was trying to stay afloat in the waves of suffocating flashbacks.

#bakugou katuski x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou x you #bhna x reader #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #bakugou katsuki #very sad #angst #poc writers

[therainroguefanfiction]

🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 041 [The Bakugo Family]

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Word Count: 2,984

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〈“So raise your glass if you are wrong in all the right ways. All my underdogs, we will never be never be anything but loud. And nitty-gritty, dirty little freaks, won’t you come on and raise your glass.” P!nk, “Raise Your Glass”〉

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Momo glanced at me with a nervous smile as we walked down the hallway. “Do you know what agency you’re gonna choose?”

I went to reply but stopped myself. If I tell her that I don’t know any of these heroes, it might raise too many questions that I’m too lazy to make up lies to. “Not a fucking clue. What about you?”

“I’m thinking about choosing Uwabami. She sent me an offer.”

“She sounds like a fucking thot, but ‘kay.”

She chuckled. “You always speak your mind. I like that about you.”

“Most people hate it. Just ask Aizawa.”

“Do you mind… if I call you Jen?”

“Eh?” I looked at her in surprise. Why is she askin’ me that? It’s not like I asked her if I could use her first name. I just did it because her last name gives me a fucking headache.

“S-Sorry!” She apologized, waving her hands frantically. “It’s totally okay if you don’t want me to!”

“I don’t mind. I was just surprised you asked.”

“Oh, I see!” Her face brightened and she clapped her hands together. “Thank you!” I don’t really get why it made her so happy, but I sent her a smile, listening to her talk about various things as we made our way into the cafeteria to get our food before sitting down at a deserted table near the center of the room. “I’m planning on going shopping this weekend, would you like to come with me?”

“Ew,” My nose wrinkled as I stabbed a chicken nugget with my fork. Yes, I am a literal child. “I hate shopping. Especially for clothes.”

Her smile faltered, a bead of sweat rolling down her cheek. “A-Ah, I thought so, but I wanted to ask. What do you like, then? We’ve been classmates for a while, but… I don’t really know anything about you.”

“Tacos,” I responded instantly.

“That’s the one thing I definitely know,” she laughed. “Other than tacos?”

I scratched my cheek thoughtfully. What do I like? “Let’s see… Dr. Pepper is pretty dope. Cats are adorable as fuck. Video Games are fun, especially racing games. And, uhh… that’s it, I guess.”

She frowned, cupping her chin. “That’s not much to work with… I suppose I could ask father to turn guest room G into a gaming room.”

My eye twitched, the chicken nugget falling from my fork. Oh, honey, no no no. Momo, don’t tell me… you’re a rich bitch?! Well, I guess she doesn’t really act like one, though. At least I don’t get any Regina George vibes from her. Oh wait, maybe that’s why Reggian is so bitchy because his name is Regina. Heh, get rekt.

Momo continued to ramble on, clearly excited about the idea of a new project where she gets to design a gaming room. She also mentioned something about a cat cafe, but she was back to the game room before I could interject my thoughts. Well, as long as she’s happy, I guess.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Hmm? Who the fuck would be texting me right now? If Toshi or Zawa needed something, they know where I am. Maybe it’s that lazy ass Katsuki. Oh, no, he’s on the other side of the room yelling at Kirishima about something. Curious, I pulled the phone from my pocket, holding it under the table so I didn’t offend Momo. It was a new message from an unknown number. I wonder how wrong this can go.

✉ ‘If you want to learn the truth about your mother, choose Caraphernelia’s Hero Agency.’

My eyes narrowed. Because that’s not suspicious as fuck is it? I replied, ‘Who tf is this?’

✉ ‘I’m an old friend of your mother :)’

I scoffed quietly. This has to be a prank, right? It doesn’t seem like something Tosh or Zawa would do though, and Katsuki is the only other one that knows about my mom…

✉ ‘I can tell you all of her deepest, darkest secrets, one even All Might doesn’t know~ After all, some things a girl can only tell to her female friends, you know?’

✉ ‘You do want to learn about your mother and who you are… right?’

“Jen, is something wrong? You look kind of pale…” Momo frowned, reaching her hand out for my forehead. “You don’t have a fever,”

“Ah, yeah…” A bead of sweat rolled down my cheek as I stood up, clearing my throat. “I’m feeling a bit, uhh, closed in so I’m gonna get some fresh air.”

“Do you want me to accompany you?”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Finish eating, I’ll see ya in a bit.” I smiled, patting her shoulder before dumping my tray and heading from the room. Man~ what the fuck is with this shit? I don’t have the mental capacity to make my own decisions. Pretty sure I proved that multiple times in my life.

Like that one time when a rat got into my house when I was a kid. The neighbor’s cat followed it inside, still have no fucking idea how, and it had the poor thing cornered. Now, being an animal sympathizer, naturally my dumbass picked it up barehanded and got the shit bit out of my hand. Blood everywhere. Gramps was not happy.

Then there was the whole code name picking thing. That didn’t go over too well, but it’s not my fucking fault. Decisions are hard.

I rubbed my head in frustration. I do want to know more about my mom, though. I feel like… it’ll give me some closure or some shit. Right now, it kinda feels like the puzzle of my life up to this point is missing some pieces that can only be filled in with more info about her. What if this bitch actually knows why my mom decided to become a hero? What about my dad? Does this bitch have any idea who he might be?

I knew I would regret this, but before my brain could question my idiotic decision, I typed my reply, ‘I’ll do it.’

The dots appeared on the screen, indicating that a message was being typed. A minute passed by. Two. Five. My eye twitched. If this bitch don’t –

✉ ‘Is a burger a salad? What about cereal, is it a soup? Is cake really just a lasagna?’

What the fuck kinda drugs is this bitch taking?! This is why you don’t lick mushrooms, kids. Or frogs. Please don’t lick frogs.

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“Oi, tiger.”

I glanced over my shoulder, pausing just outside the school gate. “Yo, Katsuki~”

He didn’t stop walking, his shoulder bumping into mine as he passed by. “You’re coming over for dinner tonight.”

“Pretty sure I’m not,” I stuffed my hands into my pockets as I followed after him. “Pops says I’m not allowed to eat at stranger’s houses anymore.”

He ignored me, a scowl on his face. “My old hag won’t stop bitching at me about meeting you. I mentioned you one fucking time when you cheated at Needy Speedy and she won’t let it the fuck go.”

“I did not cheat, you just suck,” I responded. “And that honestly sounds like a you problem, so~ good luck with that.”

“My dad is making you tac -”

“Why the fuck didn’t you start with that, bro?” I threw my arm around his shoulder with a grin, feeling my stomach growling at the thought.

“You’re fucking pathetic,” he deadpanned.

“Oh? Are we stating the obvious now? I love that game! My turn – you’re part chihuahua.”

“I’m not a fucking dog, you bitch!!”

I winched, pulling away and rubbing my poor ear. “I think my ear is bleeding…”

“Good!”

“You’re paying for my medical bills, chief.”

“Like hell I am! Go to hell!”

“I visit hell every summer. It’s a bit too warm for my tastes, but the people are pleasant.”

Katsuki groaned, slamming his hand to his face. “I hate you so goddamn much.”

“Love you, too, buddy.”

“Do not say that around my old hag! She’ll get the wrong idea!”

“Sure, sure.”

We finally arrived at his house and stepped inside, kicking our shoes off inside the doorway. Within seconds, a woman’s voice echoed throughout the house, sounding quite angry. “Damn it, Katsuki!! I told you to clean your room before you left for school this morning!” A woman rounded the corner and I swear on Wade Wilson, this woman looked like someone copy and pasted Katsuki but made him older and gave him tits. “Your teacher also called and told me that you didn’t choose a hero name yet! Knowing you, you probably chose something stupid and it got rejected!”

“Hah?! It wasn’t stupid, it was fucking brilliant!”

“Don’t you raise your voi -! Oh, hello.” Her voice immediately softened when her vermillion eyes landed on me, a bright smile replacing the annoyed expression. “I never thought I’d live to see the day my idiot son brought a friend home!” She clapped her hands together.

“I only brought her because you wouldn’t stop bitching about it!”

She grabbed the top of his head and forcefully shoved him down. “Don’t be rude! Introduce us!”

“You have mouths, don’t cha? Introduce your damn self, you hag!”

I laughed. Bro, watching these two go at it is like watching a pomeranian and a chihuahua barking at each other and slapping their paws on the ground! This is comedy feckin’ gold right here. I should film this… I can’t believe Katsuki is such a momma’s boy. This is perfect fucking blackmail, yo. “I’m Jen Winchester, Katsuki’s classmate, and best friend. I’m also the one that always beats him at video games.”

“You don’t beat me at shit!” He snapped angrily. “And don’t go declaring yourself my best friend, dumbass!”

Her eyes shined brightly. “It’s so nice to meet you, my name is Mitsuki Bakugo, Katsuki’s mother. Please come in, make yourself at home!”

I followed her into the living room, setting my bag down on the floor in front of the couch before sitting down. There were two brown couches facing each other, with a coffee table between them. Reminds me of the lounges at school.

“Do you drink tea?”

Katsuki scoffed, falling onto the couch across from me. “This dumbass only drinks cold tea.”

“Stop being rude, you little shit!” She snapped angrily before smiling at me. “I’ll bring you some iced tea, then!”

I waited until she was out of sight before turning to the blonde with a grin. “Your mom is cool as fuck.”

His eyes narrowed. “Do not tell her that, her head is big enough as it is.”

“Pretty sure that’s you, but okay.”

She returned a few moments later holding a tray in one hand and a large book in the other. Setting the tray down on the table, she set a glass of iced tea in front of me before giving herself and her son a cup of steaming tea. She settled down beside me, the navy blue book on her lap. The words ‘Photo Album’ was printed in gold, bold lettering in the top right corner.

Katsuki groaned at the sight of it. “Why the fuck are you like this?!”

“Because I’m your mother! It’s my job as a parent to embarrass my son.” She chirped happily before opening the book. “It’s nice to finally have someone to show these to!”

The first two pages contained pictures of her at the hospital, looking tired and sweaty, her skin glowing as she looked down at the newborn baby in her arms with a proud look on her face.

“Even as a newborn, he had a shitty look on his face.” She informed me with a smile. “The nurse was worried that we had given him a lemon!”

I laughed at that. “Gotta hand it to ’em, he’s consistent if nothing else.”

“That’s true!” She continued to flip through the pages, showing me pictures from his first few years of life. Pictures of him in the sandbox, him at the beach, him wearing an All Might onesie – oh my fucking god that’s adorable. I noticed a couple pictures of him and Izuku, but I chose not to comment on them.

My eyes fell on one image in particular. It was him and Zuku in the park playing soccer together. They looked around three or four years old and they looked… happy together. My brow furrowed as I took in their innocent expressions. From this picture, they look like they were pretty good friends back then. I know people grow apart, but… is it really that simple? I know Zuku still cares about Katsuki, but does he feel the same way somewhere deep down?

“This one was taken the day his quirk manifested. He started to act so smugly after that.” She pointed to a picture of Katsuki standing outside his preschool, small explosions appearing in his palm. He definitely looked smug in that picture. “Oh and look at this one! He had just gotten this All Might figure and bath bomb and he wanted to try them out. So cute, don’t you think?”

“D-Don’t fucking show her that!” Katsuki jumped up, throwing his hands over the page, his cheeks and ears turning red.

She scowled at him. “And why not? A best friend should know these things!”

“S-She’s not my best friend, you damn hag!”

“You’re going to hurt her feelings! Apologize!”

“I’d rather die!”

“That can be arranged!!”

I watched them argue back and forth, sipping my tea in amusement. The front door opened and closed, followed by a soft-spoken male voice, “I’m back.” A kind-looking man with spikey brown hair and eyes framed by black, square glasses stepped into the living room, several plastic bags in his hands.

Mitsuki smiled brightly, setting the album on the table before approaching him and taking the bags from his left hand. “This is my husband, Masaru.”

“Nice to meet you,” he smiled, rubbing his free hand on his jeans before holding it out to me.

I stood up, slipping my hand into his. “You, too. My name’s Jen Winchester, Katsuki’s classmate.”

Katsuki’s vermillion eyes snapped to me and narrowed, but he remained quiet, now sitting on top of the photo album.

“You’re staying for dinner, right?” Masaru questioned softly. “Katsuki said you love tacos, so we’ll be having them for dinner.”

I instantly nodded with a wide grin. “Yes, thank you for having me!”

He chuckled, sending me a closed-eye smile before following his wife into the kitchen.

Katsuki’s still glaring at me. “What did I do this time?”

He grunted, folding his arms over his chest. “You didn’t introduce yourself as my best friend, idiot.”

“Oh, you’re right. Lemme fix that,” I started toward the kitchen but he grabbed the back of my shirt and yanked me backward with a groan.

“Get your fucking bag, we’re going upstairs before she gets the second album.”

“There’s a second album?”

“There’s ten…”

“Oh lawd,” I did as he asked, following him up the stairs and into his room, which was pretty basic surprisingly. A double bed sat against the back wall under the window, while a desk sat against the left wall, holding some books and a laptop. Various weights and dumbells littered the floor on the right, and several pieces of dirty clothes were scattered across the room. “Katsuki, why is there a sock on the ceiling fan?”

“I threw it at the old hag and it missed.”

“Guess it’s a good thing you don’t play basketball, huh.”

“Fuck off.”

Directly to the right of the door was a flat-screen TV with a gaming system and a stack of games that were tilted slightly to the left. In the center of the room was a low, square table.

“It’s actually not as messy as I figured it would be,” I commented, plopping down onto his bed and grabbing the remote off the bedside table.

He rolled his eyes, flopping down at the table with his back to the bed. “Did you choose yet?”

I paused my channel flipping, glancing at him as he looked over his offers. “Actually, yeah.” Pulling my phone from my pocket, I pulled up the messages and rested the device on his shoulder.

He was quiet as he read them, but then his face twisted into a scowl. “You’re such a dumbass. You’re not fucking choosing this bitch, it’s obvious it’s a scam.”

“I mean, probably.” I scratched my cheek, ignoring his look. “But if there’s a small chance it’s not, I can finally get answers, ya know?”

“Or you could fucking die.”

I grinned, leaning forward to poke his cheek. “D’aww, does Katsuki care about me~?”

He smacked my hand away and turned his head, but the tips of his ears were turning pink. “As if! I don’t give a fuck what you do!”

“What about you? Who are you choosing?” I hummed.

“The number four hero, Best Jeanist.” He grinned. “I’m gonna use him to reach the top!”

“Best Jeanist? The fuck is wrong with you people and your shitty hero names?”

His eyes narrowed. “My fucking names were great!”

I chuckled, raising the remote again only to pause as something caught my attention. I upped the volume on the TV and the news anchor’s voice filled the room, “Just a few days earlier, pro hero Ingenium was left mortally wounded after facing off against the infamous hero killer in Hosu city. To date, the hero killer has killed seventeen pro heroes and left twenty-three hurt beyond recovery. His current whereabouts are unknown, but police are -”

I muted the TV, swallowing hard. “O-Oi, ain’t Ingenium Iida’s older brother?”

“Yeah…” he breathed out, his wide eyes meeting mine.

“The hero killer… Stain…”

“He’s the one that killed your mom, didn’t he?”

“That’s what I was told, yeah.” I muttered. “This explains why Iida’s been acting so fucking weird. I think Izuku is right to be worried…”

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21 and 16!

21. which self doubts plague you the most often? which ones don’t you worry about?

Hmm, I think  the self doubt I struggle with the most is believing I’ll be able to actually finish a story. My life is a series of unfinished works, whether they’re decorating or writing or building. It’s always been that way, for whatever reason! But, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned a lot more self-discipline … Maybe that’ll help me out! 

Another self doubt, I dunno what you’d call it, but I’m always afraid that the next chapter is going to turn people off of the story. I can’t explain it, but I’m always extremely nervous to post an update – I guess I’m afraid of disappointing people who may like my work! 

I don’t compare my writing to others, nor do I compare popularity. For me, writing is a relaxing hobby (aside from times of frustration when things aren’t shaping up correctly, haha!). So, I guess I never really worry about how my writing compares to others. If writing were my life, if I had more time to dedicate to bettering it, then it may have been different! 

16. three pieces of other’s writing that people need to read to understand your inspirations and you?

Oh gosh, this is a hard one! Most of my inspiration for writing came from books, but there have been some influential fanfics over time! 

The Fifth Act by Sinnatious was one of the first fanfictions I read while I was in college (I didn’t ready any fanfics between ages 19-20, because I was being a crazy college kid). It was the first work to really inspire me to try and write fanfiction again! And I did write a lot, but it was stuff I never published – just things shared between friends. It also got me back into RPing, which had been a long forgotten hobby for me. 

What I love about that work is, truly, the author’s writing style. I was always on the edge of my seat while I was reading this fic. Each character’s POV was completely on point, the emotions felt so raw and real, the story was engrossing – I was hooked and still am. I can tell you, clearly, where I was and what I was doing the first time I read it. I was 21, browsing fanfics on livejournal, on the couch of the first duplex I lived in in this college town, I was on my phone because we didn’t have internet for the summer, and it was early in the afternoon before I had work later. That’s how much of an impact that fic had on me – that I remember this much detail about it six years later. I would kill to write an amazing AU that beautiful.

wait no i won’t actually kill kasdfjsdf

Falling by @soulestring was the first BNHA fic I ever read. I was immediately hooked by the writing style (Are you sensing a pattern? I’m a sucker for unique writing styles I think), but I was kept interested by the author’s brilliant depictions of emotion, coupled with amazing understanding of every character. There was no guess work with this fic – I could picture every scene so clearly in my mind, because it was so well described! The language isn’t overly flowery, it’s concise and … just, perfect.  This is the fic that planted the thought in my mind, maybe I could write for this fandom too. 

One of my most recent inspirations is Theory of Liminality by @deafmic. What really drew me to this fic was the descriptiveness of each character’s actions and habits. I feel like I completely understand the character, whether its Aizawa or Mic, whenever their POV is being written from. I feel like I am  the character when I read it, because of how spot on each action, each thought, each emotion is written out. It’s not robotic – the actions are literally dripping with that character’s personality. Every important detail is highlighted and thoroughly fleshed out, with no filler in the way. Also, what really pulls me in is – reading from Mic’s POV, he’s without a sense that I live with every day. There are so many details that I would never think about, because … I’ve never had to before, I suppose. It’s really inspired me to write about something that I deal with in my day to day life, that perhaps someone else does too, and it’ll connect with them as well. 

And of course, it’s not writing, but @keiid absolutely inspired me to write in this fandom. The first fic I wrote was 100% inspired by her art – she drove me to create something I could share, for the first time in a long time. 

If you’re looking to understand me, though? I don’t know what I’d tell you to read, hahaha! I guess my biggest influences growing up were authors like JK Rowling (Harry Potter was still coming out when I was in middle/high school), Anne Rice, and Brian Jacques. JK Rowling taught me how to write in a way that is soothing and easy to read. Anne Rice taught me how to write raw emotion and expressions that could rip right through you. Brian Jacques taught me both what to do and what not to do. When I was too young, I tried to read his books .. and the descriptions were so convoluted I was easily bored. So, he taught me what would make someone with a shorter attention span (like me as a kid) lose interest. However, once I stopped being a punk and actually read the Redwall series when I was in high school, I got so much out of it .. about story pacing, about writing groups – a lot really. 

Uhh. I think I got off track about the question. WHOOPS, SORRY ABOUT THAT, BUT THANK YOU FOR ASKING!! 

#wild answers #this was the only question i ended up getting haha! #but that's probably a good thing considering how long i ranted

[kitanoko]

I absolutely adore your TodoMomo fics! ;_; Thank you so much for writing them! If there's a jealous Izuku, how about a fic starring a jealous Todoroki next? >

Note: Thanks! To celebrate the blog reaching 800+ followers, I made this one longer than usual. Comedic and light hearted; Enjoy! 

In which Todoroki and Yaoyorozu go to a photoshoot

It’s been 3 hours. The gel was trickling down her neck. Histoo, actually. The heat of the salon lights bounced off the sweat protrudingfrom every pore of his face and he decided then that this could be a form oftorture. He would never agree to it again; but the way her eyes begged andpleaded sucked the soul out of him. Ugh. He just couldn’t refuse.

Todoroki turned his head to face his partner in crime asrequested by his so-called “experienced” stylist.

“Thanks for helping out,” Yaoyorozu said. She was sittingacross from him with another crew of stylists and advisors around her, and sheclosed her eyes as another mist of holding spray was applied on her silky,black locks.

“When they asked me to bring a guy to do the ad with me, thefirst person I thought of was you.”

Todoroki winced as his stylist accidentally poked him toohard with the comb for the tenth time that hour. He was starting to think thisstylist had something against him.

“No problem,” he answered, trying to hide his discomfort andhe heard a hearty laugh from afar, “Kaminari, I can hear you.”

The blond spectator held his palm against his mouth, andYaoyorozu pressed her lips together.

“Let me enlighten you,” Yaoyorozu rose a finger in the airlike she was a tenured professor. This was her element.

“Heroes have to appeal to the public by any means necessary.So although Todoroki and I may look silly right now, this is just part of ourgrowth as young heroes.” She saw Kaminari’s stoic expression and continued, “Ilearnt this during my internship with Ms.Uwabami.”

Kaminari quickly nodded to placate the girl. Neverunderestimate Yaoyorozu’s power to educate.

“Sorry, you look great Yaomomo. I was just laughing atTodoroki.”

Jirou, lying low, angled and positioned her phone in frontof her face. With a final decision to move one inch to her left, she steadiedher hand.

“Smile! Wait, Todoroki can you smile a little wider. No,smile like you mean it. Okay, that’s perfect!” Jirou’s phone flashed and shewent on, “As per Ashido’s orders, I am to take as many pictures of thebackstage process as possible. She’s probably crying right now in her supplementaryclass.”

Yaoyorozu gave a winsome smile, one that Todoroki was surewould have earned her an academy award if she were an actress, and gazed uponher own reflection to examine her appearance. She seemed impressed. Within abrief moment, the stylists told them to get into the dingy little studio with camerasand flimsy backdrops set up by anything but their own accord.

“Okay we’ll be watching from here!” Kaminari called out, movingover to the side,“and uhh, Jirou’s gonna be our own little ‘camerawoman’.” Hescratched imaginary apostrophes above him for emphasis.

Todoroki was actually, for once, doubting himself.

“We’re gonna start with Ms.Yaoyorozu’s solo shots,”the camera man said loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, “Mr.Todorokiplease observe from the side.”

Todoroki complied and crossed his arms, moving himself overto Kaminari’s right. He felt like one of the audience in a show and foundhimself astonished at Yaoyorozu’s professional demeanor. True, she was in herelement when she was teaching and fighting crime, but Todoroki had to confess,modelling might also be her calling.

Yaoyorozu sat gracefully with her legsextended in front of her on sand that was too yellow to be real, beside a beachball. She was wearing a black bikini, no patterns, just a bunch of straps thatwas supposed to ‘hide’ her creamy skin. To add onto the sultriness of thephoto, the staff sprayed some water on her chest and limbs to portray a ‘heylook I just came out of the water’ type of image. Her hair was down and she washolding a bottle of shampoo, levelled with her face; with every move of thecamera, her slightly poised head would follow with a radiant smile brighterthan the flash itself.

“Excellent,” the cameraman muttered with every click of his skillfulfinger. “Ms.Yaoyorozu let’s do one where you’re laying down on your stomach,looking into the camera.”

Jirou froze, “Hey isn’t that a little too…” And she blushed.Her new position made Todoroki’s blood boil in places it shouldn’t be. Were they advertising the shampoo or Yaoyorozu?

“Great!” The cameraman cried after a few shots, not willingto waste another second, “Okay now Mr.Todoroki could you please come and joinher?”

Todoroki glued his fingers together like a glove and slidthem down. Wait, where the hell were thepockets. He sighed. He totally forgot he was wearing these thin, red swimshorts with an airy shirt that looked like it came out of a gaudy 1980’s closet.

“Hey, shouldn’t Todoroki be shirtless? I mean, they’re supposedto be at a beach right,” Kaminari suggested, eyes looking heavenward as if hewas thinking. God, Kaminari do you evernot cause me trouble, Todoroki thought. The cameraman looked hesitant.

“Well, Mr.Todoroki isn’t really supposed to be the focus ofthe shot-“

“Trust me, he has great abs,” Kaminari interjected, lookingunnecessarily proud and patted his friend’s shoulder. Todoroki turned over andtook a deep breath without saying a word. Someonecontrol this idiot or he will take a blow to the stomach, slung over my knee inSatan’s presence.

The cameraman was convinced right away, “Mr.Todoroki, hurry,take off your shirt and both of you…” He placed a finger on his chin inthought, “lean against each other, back to back, and tilt your heads down.”

Todoroki looked visibly annoyed and unbuttoned his shirt.Tossing it carelessly somewhere beside him, he noticed at the side of his scopeof vision that two female staff were ogling at him. He took them in stride andwas quick to sit beside Yaoyorozu, who was waiting for him patiently.

The two did as they were told, albeit unfamiliar with theimmense skin-to-skin contact.

“Sorry, we’re sortatouching,” Yaoyorozu said, peeking through her eyelashes. Her eyes weredowncast upon her fingers below, giving the boy next to him a clear view of herchest and Todoroki whipped his head around to evade that image from brandinginto his mind.

“You chose me to help with this because you’re comfortablewith me right?” Todoroki commented and pressed his back harder on hers. He sawthe lens of the camera zoom and rushed to add, “Don’t worry, the shot will turnout great.”

~~

The next week was a total nightmare for some, but heaven forothers. Especially Mineta.

“Oh my gosh,” Ashido squealed, flailing about, “You two areon fire! Look at the bulletin board at the lobby!” She landed her hands onYaoyorozu’s desk, staring at the other girl, and continued, “Well I should say,there’s only one picture of both of you there, and the others were mainly just you,but still!”

The acid heroine’s excitement was superfluous and on theside, Mineta was engrossed with the screen of his phone, looking like he washaving a field day. Jirou peered over his lumpy purple head and saw whatappeared to be snapshots of Yaoyorozu’s ad as the wallpaper on his phone. Shegagged.

On the other side of the school, Todoroki and a few othersobserved as hormone-filled, puberty-ridden guys surrounded the bulletin boardwith mouths drooling. The fire and ice hero was undoubtedly fending offfangirls of his own that morning, but Yaoyorozu’s solo advertisements weremagnetizing crowds beyond his scope of understanding. Why UA decided to havethese on full display was questionable.

“Midoriya, let’s eat lunch here today,” Todoroki uttered.The melon bread was slowly being punctured out of its misery in his grasp.

“Why? I thought we were just passing by to check out yourshots, well more like Yaoyorozu’s shots.”

“I don’t know, I just think this would be a good spot.”

Resembling a human coagulation of darkness, Tokoyamishook his head, “Todoroki, there’s a whole assembly of people here. How is thisa good spot.”

Todoroki didn’t take his question into account, and promptlysat down across from the bulletin board, chewing his food slowly. Kirishimashrugged and followed suit.

“Does it have something to do with Yaomomo’s posters?”Kaminari asked, lowering himself beside the Red Riot hero and followed Todoroki’sseemingly point blank gaze. Todoroki gritted his teeth whenever someone tooktheir phones out to record their own Yaoyorozu memorabilia and gulped down thelast bit of his bread.

“Wow, you ate so fast,” Kirishima noted as he scooped a pileof rice into his mouth and Todoroki mumbled an incoherent response. One particularlysuspicious-looking boy started to pluck out the pins out of one of the postersin succession. His eyes reflected an accumulation of inconceivable lust andTodoroki jetted off his spot as if to lunge at him. His friends’ mouths werewide open, except for Tokoyami who acted like he predicted this, when the normallyrational Todoroki pressed his hand hard against the dangling poster.

“You’re not allowed to take this,” his voice was serious butdidn’t stop the boy from pulling.

“But there are so many anyways,” the boy commented casually,“Who’s to know? Plus this one is my favourite, look at how great her –”

Todoroki further deepened his voice and lifted his head,“ Theposters are here for…educational purposes only.” He knew that was a long shot,but went on, “It’s called stealing. If you don’t put those pins back, I willphysically make you.”

“Okay, why don’t you try?”

The crowd began to bustle, but no one had the nerves to step between them.

Kaminari exhaled and went to the commotion, “Hey, if you don’tput it back. I’ll let Aizawa sensei know and he’ll deal with you.” The boyswallowed hard at that. This first-year probably had his ass kicked by Aizawaonce, by the looks of it.

“Uh…fine!” The little thief stuttered, “But…But—“

“Just get lost,” Todoroki spewed, eyes glaring indiscriminately, and the crowd began todisband.

Kaminari scoffed, “Ijust saved that kid from having frostbitten toes, didn’t I. Gotta give it to him though, what a brave soul to dare talk to you like this.”

The boy’s previously anger-plagued eyes softened, “Thanks, Idon’t know what came over me. Just a sense of justice, probably.”

“Sure, justice,” Kirishima slogged over, a piece of rice stuckon the edge of his chin, “I feel like it’s more of another word that startswith a ‘j’…mmm…what could it be?”

“Jealousy?” Kaminari teased and they both chuckled. 

“Oh man, he’s not even denying it!” 

“Should we go now, or does Todoroki here wanna continueplaying tower defense?” Tokoyami joined.

“Good one,” Kirishima high-fived the birdman asthe latter did a lopsided grin. These guys were deadly when they’re together. Midoriya stifled a laugh too, but did not chime in, watching as Todoroki turned his back to themwithout even a hint of protest.

~~

“That…that happened?!” Yaoyorozu covered her face in embarrassmentwhen Kirishima and Kaminari re-enacted the whole scene for her.

“Yeah and he was all like ‘oh my god I’ll kick you until youcried for your mommy’ and he looked so pissed, he had steam coming out of hisears!” Kirishima mocked and began to laugh hysterically.

Kaminari held his stomach in pain, “and I swear he was –“

A sudden chill creeped down both of their spines.

“Are you guys done?” Todoroki came out of the blue andglowered. Kaminari looked taken aback and pulled Kirishima to run for theirlives, leaving the two alone to drown in discomfort amongst the quiet line oflockers.

Yaoyorozu fiddled with a piece of her bangs, “Thanks fordoing the photo shoot the other day. If you’d like we could do another one? I wasasked to do a car commercial.”

Todoroki still had an unreadable expression and she frowned,“or not…?”

He thought for a moment and considered her proposal, “Sure,I wouldn’t mind.” She nodded happily. Her hands fished inside her backpack, andpulled out something small enough to fit in her palm.

“Before I forget,” she held out her hand, “give me yourwallet.”

The boy cocked an eyebrow but did as told. Yaoyorozu swiftlyopened his bifold and slipped in the thing in hand. Curiously, he checked theinside when she returned it. At the front transparent pocket, was a photo ofthem, clad in skimpy swim wear and looking ecstatic.

“The studio gave us each a smaller version to keep,” shecommented with a triumphant smile, “I hope you won’t lose it.”

“Mm, I’ll take good care of it,” he responded, “WhatKaminari and Kirishima said, could you forget about it?” The last part wasadded to ease his conscience.

“Yeah of…of course! You did it out of the goodness of yourheart! Those two were just joking!” She flopped her hand in the air to appealfor his approval and he relaxed. Watching as he stretched the muscles of his neck, she drapedher bag over her shoulders.

“I have to go now,” she waved her hands, “see you tomorrow.”

“Wait, it’s getting dark. I’ll walk with you back to thedorm, Yaoyorozu.”

Her heart fluttered at the unexpected offer and followed hisfootsteps, walking in tandem.

It could be just her overactive imagination, but she had toadmit, they did look amazing together.

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