#and when izuku compliments him hes like “uh thanks i mean fuck you i mean uh shut the fuck up i hope you die”

[tabbyrocks]

one of my favorite "out of the norm for fanon monoma" monoma headcannons is that he CANNOT flirt. at all.

a lot of people look at sly or cocky characters as absolute rizz gods which is fair most the time but we never actually see monoma flirt with anyone.

I think he knows how to be mean/annoying to an extraordinary level but just cannot flirt or give good compliments for the life of him.

my best canon example of this is that one time kendo was getting ready for that beauty pageant and monoma saw her and basically was like "lmao you actually look nice for someone who's so violent" (he had to verbally clarify that that was a compliment)

i also think he can't handle being flirted with or being given compliments. mostly because i like the idea of this asshole who is normally really smart with his words go like "uuhhh emr uhm errm erm uh ahahah uhhhh thanks hhhhahhahahahahhah uhhmmmm" but also because he probably doesn't get genuinely complimented a lot.

#monoma #monoma neito #neito monoma #maybe i just like the idea of flustered monoma idk #he flirts by being mean #he thought he could handle being flirted with by girls but it turns out hes just gay #i bet you his hands get really sweaty when he nervous too #he will refuse to touch people when hes nervous bc hes scared they will be like #“oh ew ur hands are so fucking sweaty jesus christ” #bro out here wiping his hands on his shirt like his life depends on it #this idea applied to monodeku is funny as shit #monoma trying to compliment izuku but it comes out as “i hate your stupid face stop looking at me” #and when izuku compliments him hes like “uh thanks i mean fuck you i mean uh shut the fuck up i hope you die” #and internally hes like “WAAUUUUGGGHHHH WAAAHHHH AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH WAAAUUGGHHGGHGHGHGHHHHHGHHHG” #the autism does not help with his flirting skills either

[denkamis]

hc’s about falling in love with your childhood best friend.

masterlist.

warnings: swearing ig?? it’s fluffy, mainly. i tried to make it fairly gender neutral in terms of the reader. 

notes: hi uh these were supposed to be for the dekusquad but they ended up being SO much longer than i originally intended so i cut down on the characters ;-; i struggled with bakugou’s but his ended up being the longest??? idk man, hope you guys like it <3 these are seriously just drabbles in disguise

izuku midoriya

you met at an author meetup at the local bookstore. the book was a biography about all might, ofc you were bound to meet

you were in front of him in line and he shyly complimented you on the all might t-shirt you had worn

you two basically spent the entire time talking to each other about your favourite pro heroes as you waited in line

by the time you got to the front, you were so engrossed in your own conversations that both inko and your mom figured it would just be better to take you two home for a playdate instead 

since you were friends with midoriya, that meant bakugou was also in your little circle 

you stood up to him a couple times and always checked up on midoriya after kacchan’s tiny tantrums 

midoriya appreciated that, and you two were practically inseparable 

bakugou always accused you two of teaming up against him 

you would simply link arms with midoriya, tilt your chin up high and say that you were a full package deal. two peas in a pod. two halves of a whole, always 

midoriya’s face seemed to be permanently red that entire day 

you two were pretty dedicated in school, with you wanting to persue your top picks for high school. that meant that there were lots of study dates between you two 

during those study dates, midoriya couldn’t help if his gaze lingered on you just a bit more than his notes about quirk laws 

he realized he was in love with you when you had stayed after school to look for the notebook kacchan had burnt 

“you don’t have to do this, y/n. i can find it on my own… i don’t want to make to make you stay any longer.” 

“don’t say that, izuku. i don’t mind. besides, we always stick together and we will even after you get into ua!” 

“a- after i get in?” he spoke in a disbelief. everyone had doubted him, everyone had told him that he needed a quirk in order to get in but not you

you stayed. you supported him. you believed in him. 

he grabbed your hand on instinct, startling you. “i- i-” he began stuttering, eyes darting about as the feelings he hadn’t realized resurfaced

“thank you.” 

you gave him a gentle smile, chest feeling light as your hand encased in midoriya’s squeezed his own comfortingly 

“full package deal, remember?” 

he nodded, his smile jittery and shy. you giggled, blush dancing on your cheeks as you went on your next rant about how kamui woods could totally beat mount lady in a fight 

midoriya gripped the straps of his backpack, chest feeling light and his head feeling dizzy with all the new thoughts of you flooding his mind

oh yeah, he was definitely in love with you

shouto todoroki

you were his neighbour 

well, more accurately, your grandparents were his neighbours and you visited often 

your grandparents made you get the mail in the mornings and sometimes you would see him outside in the front yard with his mother. you would wave to him, and he would give a timid wave back after some encouragement from his mother 

you would play outside with your grandfather, flying your tiny kite and playing catch with him 

until you noticed there was a boy lingering near the fence separating the both of your houses 

he was watching the relationship you had with your grandfather curiously, almost as if there were a bit of envy in his eyes 

being the kind child that you were, you went over to him and passed the small ball between the rungs of the fence to him 

shouto was hesitant, but eventually took the ball from your inviting grip and tossed it back and forth between his hands testingly

this began a little game between you two 

he would toss the ball over the fence, and you would throw it back over to him

you didn’t quite understand why he couldn’t come on the other side of the fence to visit properly, but that was okay

you two would spend hours by the fence, sitting and talking you would give him tiny daisy chains made from the flowers in your grandma’s garden 

he wouldn’t tell you, but he kept each one you gave him on his windowsill 

he would compliment you a lot, too

not that he knew what that meant, he was simply stating facts to you 

“i like your hair. it’s very pretty.” 

“you’re very strong. you throw over the ball like it’s nothing.” 

“you want to become a hero? i think you would be the best one.” 

“your smile makes me want to smile, too.”

all of his words make your heart do somersaults

sometimes when you’re sitting with your backs to the fence, leaning up against each other, you feel the heat of his left hand ghosting your fingers. you don’t know why that made you feel shy, but it did

one day before you were supposed to go back home to your parents’ house, you went to go say goodbye to shouto 

he was sitting there normally, but his head was hung low so you couldn’t quite see his face 

as you approached him, you noticed that there was a bandage covering his left eye 

“sho?” 

he said nothing as you sat down 

“mom says i have to go now,” you tell him. he says nothing, again 

“um… are you okay?” 

an indiscernible noise comes from the small boy. you press your face right up against the one barrier separating you two. he looks up to see you worried. you didn’t like seeing him so upset

then an idea came to you

“before i go.. let me kiss it better.” 

shouto looked at you in bewilderment

“you’re not… afraid?” 

“no, why?” you asked in a confused manner, yet shouto remained hesitant 

“come here, please,” you asked of him, “before mom catches me kissing a boy.” 

pink dusting over his cheeks, he slowly crawled his way over to where you still kept your face against the fence. your gentle lips met the fabric of his bandage. the scent of something burnt catching in your nose as you did 

“you’ll come back?” shouto asked quietly. you nodded, promising him 

he nodded back in understanding, the tiniest of smiles appearing across his features 

“i’ll be waiting.”

katsuki bakugou

you had been in the same class since kindergarten, meaning that you knew him before he had his quirk 

even so, you thought he was pretty cool 

the reason for that? well, you weren’t exactly the most well liked kid in school. children were ruthless, and there was always a bottom of every social ladder between preschoolers

you got teased a lot. they pulled your hair, made fun of the way you cried, poked fun at the shoes and shirts you wore despite them being your favourite ones 

you were different. they didn’t like that 

the world seemed completely against you

during a colouring activity, the box of crayons you were holding was smacked out of your hands. your bottom lip quivered as the same boy taunted you to no end about how clumsy you were 

you simply bent over to pick them up before hearing another voice call out 

“oi, picking on small fries like that is lame.” 

looking to your left stood katsuki bakugou, looking bored and disinterested in helping you out. but your bully stopped in his tracks. being called lame?? by the great tiny katsuki bakugou?? 

no one had ever stood up for you like that 

even though he didn’t help you pick up your crayons, it felt like you had some type of ally in this class

slowly, you connected two and two together 

if you stayed around bakugou, no one could pick on you anymore! so you glued yourself to him practically every day 

at first, he found it annoying, but after seeing that you admired him up close, he liked the attention that feuled his ego, so he kept you around 

because you followed him around so much, you picked up a lot of things from him. he taught you how to defend yourself, and you taught him that some extras didn’t deserve as much attention as he was giving him. it was better to walk away sometimes

you ate lunch together, he came over to your house to play heroes and villains, he even showed you his secret all might poster collection. you were his person to talk to

he even had a katsuki bakugou™ nickname for you: small fry 

you two were quite the duo. bakugou went from simply tolerating you, to gradually beginning to care for you being around

and as you grew up with him, he caught himself beginning to admire the strong, gorgeous person you had become all on your own. it seemed he had developed a bit more than just a simple friendship bond with you

did he ever tell you that? fuck no 

you knew bakugou had always been rather… brash 

but you absolutely drew the line in the sand when he wouldn’t stop picking on midoriya for being quirkless. that one day where you walked into that classroom to meet bakugou and his group of friends only to see bakugou telling some green haired kid to jump off the building because he would never make it into ua without a quirk. he was different

bakugou turned to leave and he saw you standing in the doorway with a bit of an angry, hurt expression on his face

“small fry, thought you were never gonna show up.” 

“... lame.”

“hah? what did you say?” 

“i said it’s lame picking on small fries like that just because they’re different,” you spat at him. his eyes stayed fixated on you as you walked past him, helping the smaller boy off the floor and asking if he was okay 

normally, if it were anyone else, bakugou wouldn’t care. at all

but it was you

 you were different 

and all he did was act like he didn’t care. why? he didn’t know. but what he said to you that day came out rash and hurtful. you two had your fights before, but this had struck a chord with you. no one deserved to be treated like how you were back in preschool. that hurt

he didn’t realize how much you meant to him until you stopped inviting him over, you stopped eating lunch with him, you stopped texting and that bothered him 

the one person who he wanted to admire him didn’t anymore 

so it was a surprise to you that he waited for you to be finished your club after school to talk 

“small fry, listen. oi! i said listen up!” you kept walking, but he stopped you by grabbing your wrist 

“what? what is it? what can you possibly say to make things better? how could you treat people like that?” 

“come back.” 

“what?” 

“i said, fuck- come back, y’know, eat lunch with all the extras again.” 

“no.” 

the frustration showed true on bakugou’s features. his cheeks were turning red, you figured from the anger he was feeling towards you yet his voice dropped 

“i didn’t mean that shit back there. i was angry. fuck, i.. you want me to apologize or some shit, right. heard you small fries like that.” he shifted uncomfortably, his clammy hand still holding your wrist in a firm grip, as if you would walk away from him any moment now 

“sorry, or whatever.” he mumbled out in the smallest voice you had ever heard bakugou speak in 

your heart stopped as he looked at you with such sincerity. you held his gaze, eyes locked on his before you shook your head

“i don’t forgive you for saying what you said and doing what you did, but i do trust you. and i know that you’re better than that. you’re not lame. but if you seriously do that again, i’m not giving you any more chances.” 

relief came flooding back to bakugou at your words, but his face fired up almost instantly as you moved your hand so that your fingers intertwined with his 

“now c’mon, the new all might special is airing tonight, if we hurry we can still make it to my house.” 

“don’t speak so fucking loud! ... damn small fry.”

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[killmyluck]

Bakudeku #6

“Izuku, you look nice today."

Izuku flushed red, blush traveling up to his ears. “Ah, thank you Todoroki! You look nice today as well."

“Thank you."

An awkward silence ensued. Izuku bit his lip nervously, wondering why the boy had chosen this day of all days to compliment him. Not that it was bad! But the more he thought about it, the more Izuku realized that he didn’t really look different from yesterday or the day before that. It was bizarre, to say the least, but Izuku was still flattered.

Todoroki broke the silence. “Izuku, you’re mumbling."

“Was I?” Izuku flushed red again. “Sorry about that!”

“No, it’s alright. I think your thoughts are interesting."

Izuku smiled brightly, touched at Todorki’s words. “Thank you! I think you’re a really interesting person too, Shoto."

At this, Izuku noticed that Todoroki blushed a light pink, eyes darting to the left. It was a pleasant change from the usually blank exterior. 

“And, um, your hair looks soft!” Crap. Izuku covered his mouth with his hands. “Um, not in a weird way! But like, it just looks soft and nice, and, um, I think-“

“Thank you." A small smile graced Todoroki’s lips.

“It just looked- huh?” Izuku blinked, Todoroki’s words processing in his head. “Oh. Oh! You’re welcome? I mean, no problem!”

“Would you like to touch it?” Todoroki’s blank expression was back, looking more serious than he ever had.

Izuku let out an embarrassing squeak. “Well! Uh, sure!”

He slowly reached out to Todoroki’s split hair as the boy lowered his head to make it easier for Izuku to reach, hands almost brushing the strands when he heard a loud explosion and a sudden pull yanking him away from Todoroki.

“Fuck are you DOING, half and half? You and Deku wrapped up in your compliment shit show?”

#bakudeku #bakudeku micro #not bakudeku until the end #tododeku #jealous bakugou #jealousy #fanfic #fanfiction excerpt #bakugou x izuku #mha bakugou #mha microfic #mha deku #mha fic #izuku mydoria #katsukibakugou #katsudeku #mywriting

[katsuflossy]

Can I request headcanons for Bakugou, Shinsou and Deku where they like someone who can be very honest and blunt so sometimes their comments might come off as an accidental roast or maybe they didn't read the room and didn't sugarcoat something they said? It was never out of malice, but they don't have a filter if you know what I mean?

Their Blunt S/o

Pairings: Bakugo x reader, Izuku x reader, Shinso x reader

Warnings: a lil’ obscenities, one la ganja joke.

A/n: Sorry for the long wait. I myself is quite blunt but I didn’t want the reader to be completely mean 😭 I hope you like it!!

Taglist: @goatsenpaiultimate @sunset-novice-writer

💥 Really loves how you smoke everyone with your blunt ass (huehuehue marijuana joke)

💥 He’s usually on the same wavelength as you; you two are both crude, poison-laced tongue individuals.

💥 But you don’t mean any harm at times while Katsuki does.

💥 The first time you guys met was when he was talking about how he’ll destroy Midoriya during the first quirk test of the class.

💥 The scene was taking up all the time in the day and you were hungry. So you intervened. “Just get on with it. You’re wasting everyone’s time here Atomic Blonde.”

💥 I made that joke already just leave me alone

💥 He turned around, ready to light your ass on fire however Aizawa wrapped him up like a mummy before he could reach you.

💥 Really despised you for a while. Mans is upset because you don’t care about what comes out your mouth and you’re always pointing out some flaws in his technique or personality.

💥 But the miracle happens that he saw how your comments actually pushed him to perform better in both school work and training.

💥 Thus you are integrated in the Bakusquad! 🥳

💥 He loves your presence, eyeing you while you both help the rest in the frequent study sessions, Laughing when you comment on Denki’s lame pick up lines and Kirishima’s clumsy ass.

💥 When it’s his turn, he goes all dramatic with it to keep your attention on him. Once your eyes land on him, he intends to keep them there by any means necessary. The usual strategy is to tease and start a roast session that becomes a staple in your everyday lives.

💥 He really appreciates how you treat him differently than everyone else.

💥 So when everyone was pitying him after his kidnap and the battle of All Might vs AFO. He was so frustrated.

💥 The day he arrived to school, everyone was willing to do everything for him: hold his bag, get him lunch and other offers that made him seem helpless.

💥 So the day when everyone was in the lounge room and Kirishima offered to take his suitcase upstairs, you decided to say a few words.

💥 “Why are you doing that? He’s not a fucking baby. Stop treating him like a limping wolf.” You then turned to Bakugo. “And you, we get it. Your backbone is strong and you hate being helpless but sometimes you need fucking help both physically and mentally so be an actual man and actually fucking talk instead of blabbering all this unphased bullshit.”

💥 Dead silence dissipated all the nonsensical talk in the room before Bakugo stormed off, a shadow casted over his brow as his fingers creaked under its own force to remain fisted.

💥 As soon as he left, Tsuyu turned to you criticising your approach even though it was true. But the truth hurts and you believe everyone should deal with the pain 🤷🏽‍♀️ cmon bad bitch

💥 Arrived at your door after the whole brawl with Midoriya, jaw puffed and red coordinating with a nasty gash on his arm. You dragged him in, berating his choices on releasing his emotions like a neanderthal. Among the constant scolds, he silenced you with a simple sentence.

💥 “I’m sorry. You were right and I need to talk to someone.”

💥 The night consisted of him talking about his life, insecurities and fears while attempting to compose his emotions. With a little push, all the feelings he kept where released to the wild, for the better.

💥 Now he has a whole new meaning for liking you.

🥦 Little baby boy can hardly withstand your bluntness

🥦 Attempts to be your translator if someone takes your words wrong.

🥦 Your critiques aren’t the nicest so Midoriya fills that gap in.

🥦 He’s always as flabbergasted as the receiver of your comments. His verdant eyes widened grandly and as he inhales a sharp gasp. After the shock he turns to the person with apprehension, letting your intentions be known in a softer version than it was given.

🥦 “Tenya, don’t ever try to make breakfast again. The eggs were shit like how did you even burn the water?” Midoriya quickly jumped in, waving his hands erratically to ensure no harm. “S-she meant that your eggs were—ehm— had a little saltiness to them and also to try keep the fire to—uh m-medium?”

🥦 Scared that someone will beat your ass over something you said but that isn’t no problem because that mouth comes with a good pair of hands.

🥦 But he really admires your sharp tongue and frank mind. Unlike hisself, you plough through all nervous talks and thoughts, making your thoughts as clear as day.

🥦 But he’s not excluded from any harsh comments.

🥦 After figuring out why he almost missed the talent show, you laid it on thick.

🥦”Are you completely nuts? Couldn’t you wait on Rappa or I don’t know call someone from up here to get security? You really just love to throw yourself in trouble, don’t you?”

🥦 Ngl, it did sting a little but whatever Izuku believed he did right, he will forever be proud of it. Aside from that, he is hurt that you thought his actions were irrational.

🥦 Noticing his frown and glossy eyes, you quickly apologised, not intending to ridicule his actions.

🥦 “Izuku, I...I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you like that. I was just really worried and I care for you a lot.”

🥦 If he was close to crying from before he’s in tears now. His blush ignited his face as his mind mulled over your confession.

🥦 He accepted your apology and as his heart couldn’t take anymore blatant affection from a girl, you hugged him, hugged him.

🥦 And that’s how Midoriya fell even more hopelessly in love with you.

🎆 The tired baby boy

🎆 He is also blessed with the ability to be brash, although it is underhanded.

🎆 but he definitely noticed how brash you were when he confronted Class 1A before the sports festival.

🎆 The tension between Bakugo and the students outside palpable, the mixture of agitation and unease stifled the air everyone breathed until you trod to the door.

🎆 “Are you boys done with your little intimidation battle? Because I have an anime to binge watch and I’d rather not have it wait any longer.” You then turned to Shinso.

🎆 “By the way your hair is really cute.”

🎆 You left everyone gobsmacked as you passed through the crowd without fail, as if you didn’t even interrupt a brewing clash a second ago. But no one was as gobsmacked as Shinso who was blushing from the compliment.

🎆 Ever since, your bluntness has not wavered even after becoming friends with him through Kaminari and Sero.

🎆 You obviously showed you liked him. Your frank attitude included being downright honest in your attraction to him and others.

🎆 Exhaustion clouded his eyes heavily as he walked past your lunch table filled with Class 1A’s girls talking about their fears for the future. Mina’s almost drawn to tears about the upcoming math test as Uraraka consoled her worries.

🎆 Everyone was nervous, anxiety wore on their face and through the sounds of nail biting from Hagakure.

🎆 As soon as the mind control quirk wielder caught your eye, you couldn’t stop yourself from talking.

🎆 “Shinsou is so handsome. And he’s getting quite buff judging by how his shirt was constricting from before. Don’t you guys think?”

🎆 Your comment was loud enough to reach the by-passer, who blushed at the sudden compliment. His hand naturally travelled to the nape of his neck, soothing his own embarrassment as the table’s eyes, in particular yours, laid on him, waiting on his response.

🎆 “Why t-thank you, (Y/n)” He nodded in acknowledgment of your compliment and then walked briskly off to his own table.

🎆 Mina turned towards you as he was out of ear range. “Have you no shame?! I was crying about my grades before you suddenly wanted to say Shinso was hot.”

🎆 Everybody started saying how random and sudden you were before you shrugged your shoulders.

🎆 “A girl knows what she likes.”

🎆 Shinso eventually warms up to your sudden compliments and impartial bluntness

🎆 The two of you were eventually called a“pair of blunt knives” by Kaminari.

🎆 Doesn’t matter, it’s a cute couple name ☺️.

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[calicocatwrites]

Ass, Titty, Or Thighs?

Word Count: 1,970

Warnings: Talk of titties and ass, kind of a given, a little bit of swearing in Bakugou and Shinso’s.

Headcanon: Do the BNHA boys prefer ass, titties, thighs, or magical answer number 4?

Characters: Iida, Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, Midoriya, Shinso

Author’s Note: Just my take on this idea, of course you can have different opinions than me, this is just what I think!

Tenya Iida:

This is a titty man.

Hear me out with this one.

He looks respectfully, obviously, this is Tenya Iida we’re talking about, but just the way they move has Iida in a different state of mind.

His favorite subject is jiggle physics (I will take myself out-).

Like, how do they move? Does it hurt? Fascinating, truly.

He doesn’t care what they look like, as long as they’re on you, the person he loves, he’s happy.

You’re watching TV in your dorm room when Iida furiously knocks on your door. Pausing your show, you get up and open the door for him.

“Hey, Iida! You need something?”

He quickly glances around your room, as if checking if someone is there, and stutters out his request.

“Ms. Y/N, i-is it ok if I may ask y-you a question I’ve prepared?”

Not seeing any harm in inviting him in, you gently crack open the door a bit more, gesturing for him to enter. Iida gladly takes the invitation and darts into your room. You sit back down on your bed, expecting him to do the same. However, Iida carefully stays standing, looking down at you. Silence starts to take its place in between the two of you, and you finally speak up.

“So, what is it you wanted to ask me?”

“U-uh, y-y-eah, right. I w-was just wondering if I could a-ask you a question about-”

He cuts himself off, almost as if choosing his follow-up words very carefully.

“A-about your… chest area.”

Now it’s your turn to blush, although not nearly as much as he is. At this point it looks like he’s melting from sweat.

“Uh, yeah, you can, is something wrong?”

“N-no! I-it’s just that I w-w-was wondering i-if they work as… comfort. The tissue in breasts is noted to be much more flexible than average, and I assumed that would lead to them being s-softer than average, but does that mean that they hurt? I’d like to test my theory, o-of course not with my hands or anything! That would be extremely disrespectful and as Kirishima would say, ‘unmanly’, but maybe there’s… another way?”

It finally clicks.

“Iida, are you trying to lay on my boobs?”

“P-p-precisely.”

Laughing, you bring him over to lay down as he wanted, and unpause your show.

Katsuki Bakugou:

So we all unanimously agree this is an ass man, right?

If we’re all in agreement, I’ll continue.

But yeah, Bakugou just screams ass man.

He always has a hand in your back pocket when you go places, or stares at your ass when you’re wearing shorts (or even when you aren’t-)

Just like Iida, it’s jiggle physics, astounding.

He’ll buy you clothes that are specifically to show off your ass-

You get ready in your outfit, Bakugou wanting to take you to a new restaurant close to campus. It wasn’t anywhere fancy, just a sushi place, so you didn’t get dolled up or anything, just some leggings and one of Bakugou’s hoodies. You call over to Bakugou, checking if he’s ready to go, and when both of you have your shoes on, you take off to try some sushi.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, Bakugou instinctively goes to put his hand in your back pocket, something he always does when you’re out. However, you opted to wear leggings, something comfortable and easy to throw on.

“Y/N, back pocket, not there, what the fuck?”

“I didn’t wear jeans.”

“Well how is everyone supposed to know you’re mine?!”

“Babe, I’m wearing your hoodie.”

“Other people don’t know that’s my hoodie.

“Katsuki, your hand is literally on my ass.”

“Well you didn’t wear something with back pockets, where else am I supposed to put my hand?!?!”

Eijiro Kirishima:

t h i g h s

This man is the actual definition of a thigh man.

He lives for your soft thighs as opposed to his super muscular ones, you just balance him out perfectly, he loves you so much.

He loves laying on your thighs, in between your thighs, with his hand on your thighs, your thighs literally only exist to be perfect and for him.

Oh and the way certain pants compliment your thighs, he would literally buy you anything you want.

Constant thigh compliments, also little kisses on them.

You and Kirishima are just laying together in his dorm, you leaning on Kirishima's shoulder, watching videos pop up on Kirishimas For You Page. Suddenly, as if TikTok knew exactly who Kirishima was and what peaks his interest, a trend came up with a guy in between his girls thighs. Next video? Yep, a girl in between her girls thighs. As soon as the videos came up Kirishima looked at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes you or anyone else on Earth had ever seen.

“Babe! Pleaaaase???”

“Not right now, baby.”

“Y/N, I’m four times stronger than you, this isn’t really up for discussion anymore.”

“KIRI-”

Before you know it, Kirishima has pinned you face up on the bed, and laid his head in between your thighs, snuggled up like a little baby in a crib.

“Kiri, I want to have a blanket on my legs, y’know.”

“Then put one on, I can’t be suffocated by sheets if my breath is taken away by your beauty.”

He’s not budging, and will probably fall asleep like that.

Shoto Todoroki:

The next three boys are ‘magical answer number 4’ boys.

This, my friends, is a hand man.

Ah ah ah, hear me out. He loves comparing hand sizes because it makes him feel loved, no matter if your hand is bigger, smaller, or the exact same size, he just likes the feeling of bonding in a loving way.

He loves hand-holding and painting nails (yes, he lets you paint his nails, he also likes painting yours), little hand actions.

He absolutely adores tracing your hands, the outline and any scars, freckles, or crevices. He likes his hands traced as well.

It’s just such a sweet, innocent action.

You and Todoroki are just sitting in his dorm, eating cold soba he got dropped off at the house. You have little trays and are eating on his bed, just talking about whatever comes to mind. Suddenly, Todoroki finds a fitting topic he wants to talk about.

“Your hands are really nice.”

It’s a weird thing to come up with out of the blue, so you just casually dismiss it, a quick ‘thank you’, and more bites of food. Todoroki isn’t really ok with you just ending the conversation like that though, so he takes a more forward approach.

“Y/N, can I hold your hand?”

“Shoto, I need my hands to eat.”

“No, you only need one hand.”

Realizing you aren’t gonna win this battle, you slowly place your hand near him, which he swoops in and takes almost immediately. He starts tracing the outline and shape of your hand, then your wrist, then any scars or freckles, then any little crack or crevice in your hand, sometimes going over your knuckles.

“Shoto, are you going to eat your food or just look at my hands all day?”

“My food will be fine, not like it’s going to get cold, it’s cold soba.”

Yeah, he goes for the later of your suggestions.

Izuku Midoriya:

Ass? Nah. Titty? Nah. Thigh? Nah.

Tummy.

Midoriya loves your stomach, no matter what it looks like, no matter the size, or if there’s scars there, it doesn’t matter.

He likes to pepper kisses all over your belly, and holds you around your waist whenever he can.

He likes laying on your stomach, and falling asleep like that (more than he likes to admit-)

It’s just a beautiful thing, and he loves your belly so much.

You decided to wait for Midoriya in his dorm to surprise him, he went out training today, so you thought it would be nice to see him when he gets back, even if he is tired and desperately needs a shower. Finally, when he’s half an hour late and you’re about to call him to make sure he’s ok and safe, Midoriya stumbles through the door and into his dorm, where you lay on his bed, patiently waiting for his arrival.

“‘Zuku, you’re back, finally! I was getting worried.”

“Y-Y/N! Hey! Y-you should’ve told me you were here, I would’ve finished training faster.”

“Oh, it’s ok!”

Midoriya walks over to his bed, and, exhausted from training, gently flops onto his bed, placing his head on your belly.

“Um, baby, do you want me to move so you can lay on the bed and not… on me?”

“Hm? No reason to, I’ve got my favorite pillow right here, u-unless this bothers you! Then I can totally get up and relocate.”

“No no no, it’s fine, Izuku. Just go to sleep, you’re probably tired from training for such a long time.”

Midoriya gently closes his eyes, and you carefully play with his hair, petting it every so carefully, like it’s a glass vase tilting on an uneven surface, a wrong move and everything breaks. After a while, you hear soft snores coming from your boyfriend, and decide it’s probably best if you fall asleep too.

Hitoshi Shinso:

Kind of a stretch, hear me out.

Eyes man.

This man absolutely loves your eyes. No matter the color, shape, whatever, he just loves eyes.

How they seem to light up when you’re excited, and how they look in that one specific kind of sunlight that makes the whole world shine like gold and bronze.

He loves holding eye contact and doing your eye makeup, even if it looks bad.

Eyes are the gateway to the soul, and Shinso strongly agrees with that.

You and Shino are out at the park. The sun hasn’t quite started setting, but it will soon, in about a half-hour. Shinsou took you out to have a picnic, where he bought ramen noodles and cake and sushi for you guys to eat. Unbeknownst to you, he also brought black eyeliner, makeup remover, and a little gold eye makeup product. Granted, he had no idea how to use them, but maybe today he could learn. After you’ve both eaten, the sun is starting to set, making the whole world almost as beautiful as you, he whips out the cosmetics and explains his plan.

“Y/N, I want to try doing your eye makeup. Can I?”

It takes a good amount of time to process his request, but you agree and let him give it a shot. Laying down, he carefully crawls on top of you, pulls out the eyeliner, and focuses only on your eyes. As much as he wants to pay attention to the eyeliner applicator, for a brief moment he gets caught up in how beautiful your eyes look in the light, and slips up.

“Shit, I messed up.”

“It’s ok! Just take some makeup remover on a Q-Tip and try again, babe.”

After a couple slip ups, he finally gets the eyeliner and the little gold shimmer on your eyes, and brings you up to your feet so you’re both standing.

“Wow, you look incredible.”

“Thank you, Shinso, you look great too.”

He pecks your cheek, packs up the picnic, and you two are on your merry way, Shinso excited to look at your eyes again and again, grateful to call you his significant other.

#bnha headcanons #tenya iida #katsuki bakugou #eijiro kirishima #shoto torodoki #izuku midoriya #hitoshi shinsō #my hero academia

[collisiondiscourse]

SKSKSKSKSKSK CODI CODI PLEASE I LOVE DADRAGON HISASHI PLS CAN I GET A COUPLE HCS

*SLAMS DESK* THANK HECK SOMEONE ASKED ME BECAUSE I *LOVE* TALKING ABOUT MY MENTAL IMAGE FOR HISASHI MIDORIYA

listen. ok. in my mind, hisashi is the COOLEST DAD EVER. THE COOL ONE EVERYONE *WISHES* THEY HAD

-he has red hair and bright green eyes and freckles EVERYWHERE just like deku. except i hc that his firebreathing thing is partially a dragon thing!! so he has little horns on top of his head and a few patchy areas with scales. he looks COOL ASF until u get to the back n see his tiny ass wings that dont do nuthin

inko makes fun of his stubby wings so much n hes always like "BAAAABE STOP U KNOW I WAS BORN LIKE THIS 😭" but its ok bc he still luvs her

HE. DRESSES. HORRIBLY. Like im talkin stupid unbuttoned polos with band shirts underneath and ratty ass jeans. he wears socks and sandals and sometimes even jorts. hes always wearing like 30 unmatched pieces of jewelry bc hes a dragon and he HOARDS

most of the jewelry is handmade bracelets izuku sent him as a kid and he NEVER TAKES THEM OFF even if theyre literally falling apart

AND LIKE. OK. DEKUS RED SHOES RIGHT?? HE ACTUALLY GOT THOSE FROM HIS DAD WHO BOUGHT HIM AND BAKUGOU MATCHING RED AND BLUE ONES AND A RED ADULT SIZED PAIR FOR HIMSELF TOO. bakugou stopped wearing them after he grew out of them but IZUKU AND HISASHI ARE STUBBORN MFS N WEAR THE SAME SHOES EVERYDAY.

dekusquad jokingly is always like "ahh finding the male midoriyas in a crowd is always easy! just look for them big ass red shoes ✌"

all that aside tho. if u look past the disastrous fashion sense. hisashi midoriya is HOT hot.

LIKE. ok. hes mostly lean w a bit of chub, from working as a successful barista in america, and hes also TALL AS HECK. hes like. maybe a few inches shorter than all might. bottomline is that hes REALLY ATTRACTIVE. ESPECIALLY WHEN INKO DRESSES HIM UP

and when deku introduces him to 1A and his teachers for the first time everyones looking at hisashi n blushing n they look at deku n theyre all like "....dude"

(and maybe because they notice the fact that deku actually looks pretty similar to his dad 1A starts to realize that deku isnt actually that plain when you stare at his face long enough and oh wow uh—"

ANYWAY katsuki 💯 had a crush on dekus dad when he was younger. mitsuki makes fun of her son like ALL THE TIME for having a crush on her best friend. hisashi demonstrated his quirk once in front of the bakugous to show off a bartending trick and that was literally the first time katsuki ever complimented a quirk aside from his own

hisashi and deku at the same time combining their adorable energy: kacchan!!

katsuki, furiously blushing: STOP

anyway aside from katsuki—uraraka, todoroki, and shinsou DEFINITELY also have a crush on dekus dad. NO ONE CAN FIGHT ME ON THIS. obvs everyone in UA thinks hisashi's cool and SMOKIN, but those four have it like BAD.

SO BAD.

dekus oblivious to this. so is hisashi. he goes up to shouto once and ruffles his hair and calls him sport and todoroki sets his desk on fire.

uraraka keeps making things float accidentally because she gets sidetracked staring at deku and his dad side by side and "oh wow they both have a freckle on the back of their neck just a little below their left ears—"

shinsou just. goes up to deku n hands him a note that says "get ur dad out of my school"

BUT THE FUNNIEST PART THO. THE FUNNIEST PART.

all might has a crush on hisashi too.

LIKE HISASHI COMES BACK TO JAPAN N IS ALL LIKE "wow i miss being here! is all might still no. 1? hows my son doing? america was so stressful! im so glad to be back in sweet home musutafu :)"

n then he comes home and all mights eating ice cream on the couch cursing at the football game on TV

hisashi: ....all might-san?

toshinori: u-aH? uh? good evening er. uh. mr. midoriya?? welcome home! im going to gay—i mean go!!

hisashi: w—

toshinori, panicking and reverting to symbol of peace dealing with PR mode: ENJOY YOUR SON! HAVE A NICE STAY! DONT DO DRUGS *leaves house in sweatpants and slams the door shut*

toshinori, internally: oh my god what the fuck what the fuck is this a quirk am i dying

when it calms down tho toshinoris still a blushing stuttering mess buT AT LEAST YK WHAT?? they bond over talking about america and deku!!

they both go on long af rambles about american lifestyles n all the weird people theyve met while in there and then they start throwing around words like bucky's convenience store and bubba gump shrimps and everyone stops listening

izuku notices how weird his mentor is around his dad but doesnt rlly care bc two!!! two father figures!!!! and a mom figure!!!!! they all play (quirk powered) dodgeball every other sunday while 1A watches in a mix of horror, attraction, and unbridled joy.

toshinori: oh my god why did they both have to be hot. why couldnt it have just been inko? thats easier to deal with. i cant do both. i cant HANDLE both. who allowed this? why?

aizawa: how the fuck did you get into my office its 4 am yagi.

#IM SORRY I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT HISASHI MIDORIYA #I LITERALLY HAVE A PART 2 IN MY HEAD #THIS HISASHI LIVES RENT FREE IN MY BRAIN #cw long post #long post cw #long post #tw long post #bnha #mha #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #LISTEN. DEKUBOWL EXTENDS TO ALL MIDORIYAS #IF YOU DONT LOVE A MIDORIYA UR WRONG #deku #hisashi midoriya #midoriya hisashi #asks #yeets your boy #collisioncomrades

[silverdecepticon93]

Silverrr, I just read you flirty s/o and I love it!! Could you please do with the mha boys? With Katsuki, Hitoshi, Tamaki and Eijirou?? Thank you so much honey, I loveee your fics 🖤🖤

Katsuki Bakugou:

He wouldn’t actually mind it.

He’d actually kinda like it since it shows people how much of a superior couple you are and that you belong to him.

You praises go straight to his ego, so thank you for reinforcing that behavior.

He’d want you to mean them, though. Not just say them for his sake.

As for the lap sitting thing-

“Um...what are you two doing?” Denki asked, blinking dumbfoundedly the moment he walked into the classroom.

Bakugo looked up at him with an annoyed look on his face, meanwhile you sat on his lap and smiled at Denki.

“We’re studying before the test today, idiot.” Bakugo scoffed before pointing at the next problem, “anyways so, on problem four-”

“Wait, we had a test today?!” Denki frowned.

Sitting on Bakugo’s lap would be the most comfiest thing in the world that you could often be found asleep.

If you do pick-up lines and all that, Bakugo won’t mind them, he’s just not going to use them himself.

Knows the comeback to every pick-up line you have.

“Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?” You asked, even winking at him.

“Go ahead, I need practice in hitting a moving target.” He smirked.

If you get sad because his mean rebuttals, he’ll stop, but just don’t use overused pick-up lines on him.

Still, he adores how affectionate you are.

Hitoshi Shinsou:

You make his heart do little ‘uwu’s every time.

He doesn’t show it though, he usually has a calm and cool demeanor about him, but doesn’t mind the PDA.

Like, if he was talking and you decided to sit in his lap, he’d just wrap an arm around your waist and continue talking.

“Um...(Y/n)’s kinda...sitting in your lap...”The classmate pointed out.

“So?” Shinsou asked, tilting his head to the side.

At least everyone knows he’s not brainwashing him because the amount of affection you give him seems so tiring to deal with, luckily, he’s always tired to he can handle it (Shinsou, honey, no-)

Likes it when you compliment him and praise him, especially when you tell him how amazing of a hero he’s going to make.

“You’re so cute.” He smiled, ruffling your hair slightly.

“Aw, you are too!” You beamed as you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him closely to you.

As for the pick-up lines, he’s witty so he’ll either respond with a pick-up line or have comeback for said pick-up line.

Usually, he’ll comeback with a pick-up line and everyone has to do a double take everytime he does.

Like, no way Shinsou just used a cheesy pick-up line on you.

Sure, he might be a little flustered at first but he quickly finds himself liking it.

You two are joined at the hip, never entering a room without the other, usually it’s you clinging to Shinsou’s arm and fawning at him as he has a small blush on his cheeks.

Likes laying his head on your lap and when you run your fingers through his hair. That’s his perfect day with you.

Tamaki Amajiki:

No one knows how you two started dating, not even Tamaki himself can remember what happened.

Maybe he just confessed to you but fainted and you just decided to be his girlfriend anyways, who knows?

All Tamaki knows is that as much as he loves you, you always get him so flustered with your PDA.

“Heya, Tama-Dear!” You beamed as you plopped on his lap, “Didja get question 4 on the homework last night?”

“(Y/n)...” He grumbles, his face becoming a bright red.

This baby just can’t handle the amount of affection you give him, and he kinda likes that, but at the same time he’s just so so embarrassed.

Please don’t tease him about how flustered he gets, Mirio and Nejire already do that enough.

Even your compliments get him flustered.

“Why did I have to get such a cute girlfriend like (Y/n)?” He muttered, pressing his head against the corner.

“I can’t tell if he’s complaining or gushing.” Denki frowned.

“It’s both.” Mirio responds.

Feels like you’re out of his league and while your compliments do make him all cute and shy, they also help assure him that you like him back.

No kisses on the lips in public, that’s all he asks of you!

Kisses on the cheek, forehead, and everywhere else if fine but not on the lips because then he’d be as stiff as a board the entire day from shock that Mirio has to carry him around.

He’s a little more affectionate in private, not blushing (too much) or mumbling out of embarrassment when you sit on his lap or kiss him.

Eijirou Kirishima:

HE’D LOVE IT SO MUCH!

Class 1-A just got used to you sitting on his lap, like, it’s normal for them now.

“Morning Kiri, Morning (Y/n)!” Izuku greeted happily.

“Morning!” both you and your boyfriend greeted, you were sitting on his lap and messing with his spiky hair.

You two are always walking down the halls with your hands interlocked.

If one of you talks, the other will shortly speak up as well.

Kirishima is very insecure so if you compliment and praise him constantly, it’d really help his confidence.

He knows not to depend on you entirely for positive reinforcement but you’re very good at teaching him self-love and how to respect himself.

“Repeat after me: I’m a special boy.” You said.

“I’m a special boy!” Kirishima exclaimed, hugging you tightly.

“Repeat after me:” Bakugou growled, “You two are annoying as fuck.”

Has carried you to class bridal-style before, no one knows why and there might not have even been a reason, he just walked in with you in his arms.

As for pick-up lines, he gets flustered but tries to do a pick-up line contest with you anyways.

You know he’s losing when he asks Denki for help and even Denki is running out of ideas.

“Uh, did you already do the ‘if I had a star for everytime you brightened my day, i’d have a galaxy’ one yet?” The blond asked.

“Yeah.” Kirishima frowned when Denki became speechless.

“Give up?” You asked, a small smirk on your face.

Mineta tries to join in but soon it just becomes him using a bunch of innuendos directed at you and it gets Kirishima peeved.

Will just scoop you in his arms and walk away from the situation.

#Bakugo Katsuki x reader #Bakugo Katsuki x you #Bakugo x reader #Bakugo x you #Shinsou x reader #shinsou x you #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso x you #shinsou hitoshi #tamaki amajiki x reader #Tamaki amajiki x you #Tamaki x reader #Tamaki x you #Amajiki x reader #Amajiki x you #Eijirou Kirishima x reader #eijirou kirishima x you #Kirishima x reader #Kirishima x you #Bnha x reader #BNHA x you #MHA x reader #MHA x you

[axther]

black tie occasion (and other little things that make you fall in love)

prompt: slow dancing

bakugou katsuki x reader 

rule number one of proms: there’s always a balcony 

Dedicated to @heroinepose​ - finally, a good bakugou fic

Thanks to @add-a-teaspoon-of-heroism​ for giving the idea of a suit. Nish, your mind-

Thank you to @samanthaa-leanne​ for beta’ing for me!! 

Bakugou Katsuki wasn’t much of a smiler, YN had concluded. 

Sure, he smiled, but it was more the kind of smile that brought a chill into your bones, especially if you were at the receiving end of it. There were smiles that he had around his friends, but they were still guarded, still angry. 

YN had made it her goal to see Bakugou smile, for real. 

Truthfully speaking, she hadn’t known Bakugou for very long. She entered Class 1-B and saw him in intermediate periods. He was growly and big and angry, and yet, YN found him endearing. It went without saying that most of her class was confused, but YN let them stay confused. She went with what her heart said, and her heart said that the bundle of rage was more than he let on. 

“A prom? What the hell?” 

Speak of the devil. 

YN paused mid-step from the lunchroom to glance over at the spiky blonde. Surrounding him was his posse, all powerful quirk users in their own rights. The red-haired one, Kirishima, patted Bakugou on the back. 

“Wow! A real prom!” She giggled, linking arms with Mina. 

“Don’t sweat it, bro! We can get some cute dates, have a nice night, and get some good food!”

“Aren’t proms an American thing…?” Sero murmured. “Why now?”

“I know!” Seemingly out of nowhere, Midoriya Izuku popped up with a nervous grin. His own group of friends were close by, and Ochako skipped to the info board with a smile. 

“It’s to create a sense of unity. It’s for all the classes in the first year, and since there’s such a rivalry between the classes, Principal Nezu wanted everyone to have an evening together!” Midoriya listed it off like he was a dictionary, and YN titled her head. 

“Something the matter?” 

Shinsou’s voice came directly behind YN and she jumped with a squeak. Several heads turned (though not Bakugou’s notably) at her cry, and Shinsou chuckled. 

“You looking at the board?” He hummed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. The strap of her bag was jostled. “Or at Bakugou?” 

“None of the above,” YN huffed, turning away. “I was looking at the expanse between time and space.” 

“What the hell?” His nose scrunched up a little, watching her walk away with sass. He shook his head before glancing over at Bakugou, who was absorbed in berating Kaminari over something. His eyes flicked from him to YN, who was nearly skipping down the hall. Shinsou placed his hands in his pockets.

“Huh.” 

The next month has filled with a buzz, between students asking each other out and someone actually asking Midnight if she could be their date. It was a month of pure giddiness. 

Except for YN. 

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get the courage to ask Bakugou to the dance. She knew several other people had asked him and he had turned all of them down, spitting insults the entire way. With every rejection, fear crawled into her heart. 

“Where’s all that lion-heart gusto?” Shinso told her on the Monday before the prom. “Weren’t you raring to go?” 

“Oh, you hush.” YN sat at her usual lunch table, watching the rabid blonde growl and bark at his friends about something. 

“Personally, I’m kinda glad.” 

YN sat upright almost immediately, fury on her face. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Shinsou laid back with his arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. He hummed. “I wanted to ask you. You’re my only girl friend, after all.” 

YN’s brow went from furrowed to upturned, eyes wide and cheeks pink.

“Shinsou, you bastard. I thought you were saying that Bakugou and I weren’t a good fit!”

“You aren’t. He’s prideful. You’re calm.”

“Those two aren’t opposites!” 

From across the room, Bakugou stopped yelling at Denki and watched YN playfully smack Shinsou’s shoulder. His eyes narrowed.

“Bro…” Kirishima whispered. “She isn’t gonna make the first move.”

“Shut the fuck up!” He barked, looking as though the whites of his eyes had dominated his entire demeanour. 

“Ha!” Mina tittered. She leaned back with a wide smile. “The mighty Katsuki Bakugou, whipped like a little bitch.”

“I am not a little bitch!” 

In the days leading up to the prom, YN was nervous.

She didn’t think she should’ve, considering she nailed a date with Shinsou (or, rather, he nailed a date with her) so all she had to do was get an outfit ready. 

Unfortunately, her classmates weren’t much help. 

She walked over a bit timidly, peeking past YN’s shoulder. “O-Oh!” She gasped. “It’s very pretty…!” 

“Wear something sexy!” Setsuna cheered, holding up a short purple dress. “You’d look fine as hell in this!”

“No…” Ibara frowned, placing her hands together. “She must wear something modest that respects the Lord.”

“Wait!” Kendo gasped, holding two dresses that had already been rejected. “YN! What do you want to wear?”

“I dunno…” YN murmured, picking up the skirt a white dress that had apple accents on them. “Pony, you might like this one.” 

YN pulled it off the rack and handed it to Pony, pointing to the changing room with a grin. “Go, and we see if you like it!” 

“Mm!” She nodded. There was something unspoken about it, but Yui looked as though she wanted YN’s thoughts. 

She trotted off happily and Yui walked up. She was holding a mid-length black dress.

“Do you like this one, Yui?” YN tilted her head. 

“I think you’d look cute! Here, I’ll help the other girls pick something out, and we can have a mini runway show.”  

“MM!” Yui smiled and skipped away. YN began picking at dresses to give to the others, walking from the rack when something in the clearance aisle caught her eye. 

“Huh?” 

“Yeah!” Kendo pulled off a crisp shirt that vaguely reminded YN of a mobster. “Why?” 

She picked out a suit jacket, noting the orange hints with the pocket and cuff. She tilted her head and hummed.

“Oy!” She turned, looking at Kendo. “Do they have dress shirts over there?” 

YN shrugged, hiding the jacket underneath some of the dresses. She walked over to Kendo and handed off a sporty blue dress, smiling. “Can you put the shirt on top?” 

Kendo obliged, walking into a changing room. More dresses were passed around with the girls until everyone had something. Sassy compliments were thrown around (except for when Ibara dragged Setsuna for wearing something that clung to her). 

YN sighed happily, running a thumb over the orange fabric. It reminded her of Bakugou, and she felt terrible for putting a guy she wasn’t even going with over matching with Shinsou, but…

She blushed, smiling. 

“You look happy,” Komori leaned over YN’s shoulder. “Did you find something you like?” 

“Yeah.” YN held up the suit jacket. “This. I don’t know if they have pants here, but I can make it work.” 

YN paused in the changing room, still holding the shirt, pants, and jacket to her chest. She looked down and bit her lip a bit. She was going with Shinsou, and though she never even asked Bakugou, there was still a part of her that was convinced that she had a chance with Bakugou. 

“Ooh!” Setsuna jumped a bit and ran off, leaving YN and Komori in the dust. Both looked confused until Setsuna ran back with loose black slacks. “Here! Try this!”

“It’s modest.” Ibara murmured. “And you would look good.” Even Pony stepped out and cheered YN on about the suit. Setsuna gently pushed YN into the changing room with a grin.

“Go on, girl! Work it!” 

“Are you okay?” Komori’s voice leaked from the other side of the door. YN jumped a bit. 

“Uh, yeah!” YN changed as fast as she could, tripping over herself in an effort to get into the pants. “Just a second.” 

“Hot damn.” Setsuna whispered, eyeing YN up and down. “You look good.” 

Once she adjusted the pants, she opened the door and stepped out, albeit ungracefully. The girls stopped talking immediately, staring. YN felt an embarrassed flush crawl under her skin.

“Hey, uh, I’ll pick something different out, gimmie a second-” 

“Yeah!” Kendo cheered. “It really suits you!”

“Was that a pun?” YN gave Kendo a look. 

“Get it!” Komori grinned. “Bakugou’ll drop dead!”

There were collective laughs and YN flushed. 

“Ay!” YN rushed forward to mock-wack Setsuna and they took off across the store. Kendo watched them with a laugh as YN easily outran Setsuna, thanks to the pants. 

“But I’m not-!”

“And?” Setsuna shrugged. “You’ll still see him.” 

“Stop running.” Ibara frowned. 

“Get over here!” Kendo took off after YN, and YN watched her go after Setsuna. She paused and panted a bit, grinning. 

This weekend was going to be good. 

At five-thirty on Saturday, YN stood next to Shinsou, standing outside the U.A. hall. There were scattered blue and yellow balloons on the ground from an arch over the door. Lights lit up the path to the door in an attempt to set a mood, but it seemed tackier than anything. There were flower petals, too, and YN wondered if maybe one of the more sentimental teachers was hoping to make it romantic. Other students lingered, too, talking quietly. 

“Should we go in?” YN turned to Shinsou, wearing the white corsage he gave her in her pocket. He, too, wore a suit and had his corsage in the same style, but he was shorter than her and had to look up.

“Sure.” He shrugged. He didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands but settled for shoving them in his pockets. Part of YN felt guilty for the awkwardness, but accepted it and wrapped her arm over his shoulder. 

“Then let’s go.” They walked down the path and she opened the doors, letting Shinsou go before her. The entire hall was dimly lit, with more blue and yellow balloons than necessary and a DJ at the back of the room, but YN supposed that it was some of the teachers just getting too excited with the idea of prom. 

She saw Kendo wrangling Monoma by the punch bowl and Midoriya Izuku talking with Todoroki Shoto. They both nodded in Shinsou’s direction, and he nodded back, but turned to you. 

“Alright. Where is he?” 

“Huh?” YN stared at Shinsou dumbly. “What are you talking about?” 

“Bakugou.” Shinsou looked both unamused and ready to laugh. “Do you see him?” 

YN flushed and looked around. He was nowhere to be found just from glancing alone, and YN shrugged. 

“I don’t see him. He might not have come.” A part of YN hoped he did, even if it was just to see him in a suit. She continued looking. 

“Hm.” Shinsou huffed. “Fine then. Guess I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.” 

Before YN could ask what he meant, Shinsou disappeared into the crowd around them. YN could’ve sworn she saw a pair of pink arms pulling purple away, but before she could check, she got swept into the tide of newly arriving students. It was like swimming upstream, and she decided to just let herself be carried away. 

Sorry, Shinsou, but I’ve got a plan. 

She ended up shifting towards a more open area, facing out towards the main road and seeing several sappy teenagers make out with one another.

And there, at the edge of the balcony sat Bakugou Katsuki. The man of YN’s hour, if you will. She stared at him timidly, for a moment, before tilting her head.

Bakugou Katsuki swore up and down that he hated parties. 

He went to bed strictly by nine, avoided alcohol if he could help it, and stayed away from questionable crowds. 

So, why the fuck was he tipsy at eleven at night while Caramelldansen blasted over the speakers? 

The answer was that Mina had dragged him to the school’s prom. He didn’t want to go, not after the mess that was him chickening out on asking YN. But the acid-user donned him in a suit with hints of orange and walked he through the doors. But around the time that they started playing Lil Jon’s Get Low, drink after drink was offered to the oh-so-famous winner of the sports festival and that one kid that got kidnapped, right?, and Bakugou accepted one, if only to get the crowd to shut up and leave him alone. But the drink was vaguely sweet, with hints of pink lemonade, and when he was offered another he was less adamant in rejecting them. He didn’t even know who even snuck in the drinks; just that they long left him for better horizons and consenting partners. 

If Bakugou was being honest, then he didn’t like being tipsy. He wasn’t drunk enough to enjoy the feeling or do anything out of his comfort zone, but just inebriated enough that his balance was off, his sight felt a little bit weird, and it felt like everyone was talking about All Might. 

He couldn’t tell if the lights were red or brown anymore, and he’d lost sight of Mina, when he heard someone gossip. 

“I heard that the Bakugou dude...he’s why All Might retired, and he doesn’t even have a good attitude.” 

It probably wasn’t meant for him to hear, or even exactly what he heard, but it felt like it was whispered directly into his ear. Shame flooded through Bakugou, and he felt every set of eyes in the room fall on him. His breath caught in his throat, and the lights blurred, and he waded through the sea of people, hoping to get just a second’s reprieve. He never thought he deserved it, but he still pursued it. Maybe that was how one could explain Bakugou; searching for what he never felt he deserved. 

He stumbled onto a balcony, nearly shoving over two teenagers that were making out before clutching the balcony rail. The world spun, despite just how little alcohol he had, and he felt as though it was all closing in. 

“Water?” 

“Water?” She repeated again. “You look like you need it.” 

Bakugou’s eyes snapped open, and he shot the nastiest glare he could muster at who spoke. It fell almost immediately when he realised who it was.

YN stood there with kind e/c eyes and eyeliner that could cut him. She had a red solo cup in her hand. She held it out to him but kept her distance like he was a feral dog. 

Bakugou said nothing but turned all the way, choosing to remain cautious. Despite the bitter bile in the back of his throat, he hesitated. 

“Why?” He croaked out and hated just how torn his voice sounded. 

“Because you’ve been drinking” She extended the cup to him a bit more with a guarded smile. “And, you look like you need someone to listen.” 

Bakugou’s face flushed angrily and a white-hot rage rushed through him. 

“I don’t need a fucking therapist! Get out of my fucking face with that shit!” He snatched the cup out of her hand and she didn’t so much as flinch. 

“You were crying.” Her smile fell, and if Bakugou wasn’t tipsy and angry, then he would have sworn that concern flashed through her eyes. Bakugou took a quick but hefty gulp of the water, feeling it go down his throat with subdued satisfaction before rearing back to yell at her more. Before he could, though, she raised her hand to his cheek. Her fingers were deathly cold, like what a corpse might feel like, but they were gone before he could complain about it. She held her fingers up to the swirling lights, and every time a strobe hit her hand, Bakugou could see the glistening of something wet on her fingers. Her eyes held something like pity, but it wasn't pity for him. It was just indomitable sadness. 

She turned and began leaving as Bakugou stood there in shock. He didn’t feel himself crying or the typical runny nose, just the cold and sudden terror of loneliness. It carved him out like a pumpkin, and before he realised that he was moving, he had grabbed YN’s wrist. She glanced back in surprise, but it faded into a gentle look that, had it been any other person, would have made them melt.  Bakugou stared between her wrist and her face, glancing up and down and back again in confusion before ripping his hand away. He held it like it had been burned, with a flushed face and blank confusion. 

“Sorry,” He grumbled, letting his hand hang down again. YN didn’t leave but she was still turned. Bakugou could only stare as the lights backlit her, like a bomb, and there was a glint in her eyes that was neither pity nor judgement, but indomitable sadness. There was an oozing silence, until she tilted her head. For just a moment, he felt like he was being dissected by her eyes, scrutinised like roadkill, before the sadness returned. 

“And they fuckin’ say it’s not my fault, but All Might would’ve never had to retire if I had just been strong enough!” 

“Wanna talk?” 

Somehow, be it the little alcohol in his system or the fact that YN just seemed so warm, he had begun spilling all his fears and burdens to her. She never spoke, besides the occasional hum of confirmation, but occasionally rubbed his back when he choked up. She would whip out tissues sometimes, but overall, she listened perfectly. 

“I know that just being told that it isn’t your fault doesn’t help.” The girl murmured, staring through the short pillars of the balcony, taking a deep breath before continuing. “But I think it was a good thing that All Might retired.” 

Bakugou felt his heart leap into his throat with rage, but before he could rip her apart, she side-eyed him and took another sigh. 

“Don’t get me wrong. He did great work. But...he was in pain the entire time. Could you imagine the toll? Physically and mentally? That the world was on your shoulders, and you were slowly dying, but you weren’t able to just...stop.” She sighed for a third time, and for a moment, Bakugou wondered if she knew exactly what All Might felt like, with the stars in her eyes and sorrow on her shoulders. “His retirement would have happened eventually. You spared him months, maybe even years, of pain and torment. He went out, and nobody can ask him to come back, and now he can kick back and let someone else take over. And I think he deserves it. To be able to finally rest.”

Bakugou stared for what felt like the upteenth time that night, before feeling something else tense in his heart. It was like a knot had been wrapped around it, unbreakable and tight. But with only a minute, a girl that he only ever watched from a distance, at a party he never meant to attend, had undone it completely. It snapped, and if he thought about it enough, he could almost feel the cord hitting his ribcage and coming to rest on his kidney. 

YN gave a teasing grin on his subdued, awestruck look, and hummed. She rose with a groan, stretching her arms in front of her with a yawn. 

“There you have it. That’s just my opinion, anyway. You don’t have to take it.” Someone called out, and Bakugou couldn’t quite hear it, but YN turned. She waved, and then looked back at Bakugou. “Take care of yourself. Don’t let them get to you.” 

She turned to leave, and she felt like this incomprehensible force that made everyone else move like the tide, or the Red Sea. Softer, kinder music leaked through from the dance floor, and he shot up. 

“W-Wait!” 

It was a demand and a question all wrapped in one and YN snorted, nodding. 

YN stopped and turned with a tilt of her head. “Yeah?”

“Fucking-!” He was choking on his words, trying to literally grasp them from the air. “Fuckng dance with me!” 

“Sure.” 

She walked back to them and some of the other students left the balcony, abandoning them. Bakugou’s hands felt sweaty and he wiped them on his pants, heart pounding in his ears. 

“D-D’ya know how to waltz?!” He barked, eyes flickering from nervousness. 

“Yeah.” YN nodded. “I can lead.” 

And she did, spinning Bakugou around under the stars in a moment that felt untouchable. Bakugou looked at her, and she looked at him, and at once, he felt at ease. Everything melted off of him for five minutes and fifty-two seconds, with her hands on his hip and holding him just tight enough that he knew she was real. The stars glittered in her eyes, and the breeze was warm and cool and perfect. 

“I love you,” He whispered with wide eyes. She didn’t so much as flinch, pulling down into an Eskimo kiss. 

“I love you, too.”

#I'm back!! #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha x reader #bnha bookclub #bnhabookclub bingo

[gemstoneconstellations]

Request: Two Nerds for the Price of One

Summary: What do you do when you have two crushes? By Bakugo’s logic, find a way to date them both of course. (Bakugo/Reader/Midoriya)

Wordcount: 2142

A/N: this is a request from AO3. I hope this okay. I don't generally write poly fics cause I primarily write only about things that I have experienced or been in a similar situation, and I never been in a poly relationship so how it works is still something I'm learning about.

You ran as fast as you possibly could down the hall to class 3-A, slamming the door open harder than you intended. But you couldn’t help it! “Izuku! Izuku! Look at this!” You hopped over to Izuku’s desk, holding a flier out in front of you, unable to hold still.

“I can’t read it when you’re jumping all over the place ___chan,”  Izuku giggled at you as he grabbed a hold of the paper. He gasped when he read it and started vibrating in his seat as well.

You plopped yourself at the empty desk in front of Izuku, resting your chin in your hands on his desk. “There is a sale of limited first generation hero merch with a chance of winning free tickets to the grand opening of the Hero History Museum! We have an opportunity to learn about some of the first vigilantes that changed our society and created the hero occupation! These are the people that inspired heroes who inspired heroes that inspired us!”

You grabbed both of Izuku’s hands in the air, your fingers interlacing. He smiled back at you, just as excited. “The first quirks to be recorded in history! Laws we have now were shaped by them!”

“The vintage costumes!” You squealed.

Izuku nodded with you and both of you yelled out happily, “New heroes to learn about!”

The two of you were kindred spirits. In first year, you took one look at his hero costume and knew instantly who he was inspired by. As a fellow fan of All Might and his amazing costumes, it was your duty to intervene when Hatsume tried to change the looks of his costume. That girl may be a genius when it comes to inventions, but as a designer she just threw things together. When she made Izuku new arm supports, you jumped in to adding some All Might esthetics. 

Izuku was so thankful, it led to the two of you talking and finding out that the both of you were major hero otakus. It was so nice to have someone come over to your dorm room and not instantly judge you for the amount of hero memborbila you had. 

You continued to gush. “Soon, you’ll have merch for sale and a museum with all the great things you’re going to do! I’m going to buy all of them! I’m your number one fan!”

“___!” He tried to pull his hands away to hide his blushing face, but you locked your fingers with his.

“Nope, no hiding Izuku! Take my compliments like the hero you are!” you laugh happily, making Izuku turn into an adorable strawberry, not noticing the eyes watching the two of you intently.

“There’s two of them,” Bakugo mumbled, leaning against Kirishima’s desk as he watched you and Deku gush about some hero nerd crap. “Two fucking nerdy ass Dekus.”

Kirishima chuckled to himself as he finished the assignment he’d forgotten was due next period. Thankfully, Bakugo is more lenient when it comes to helping with homework now. “Midoriya has really come out of his shell. He’s made some good friends outside of our class now.”

Bakugo starred as the two of you got up to walk out of the classroom. He tilted his head to get a better view. “I want to bite his ass.”

“Kats-”

“Her’s too.”

“Ew. Here, take my drink since you're so thirsty.” Kaminari thrusted an unopened juice into Bakugo’s chest jokingly.

Bakugo hummed, crossing his arms. “I’ve decided.” 

Kirishima and Kaminari looked up at him, waiting for him to explain further as Bakugo paused to take a sip of the drink. “I want them both.”

Kaminari burst into a fit of laughter, holding his stomach, while Kirishima looked at him in horror. “What? No!” What the hell does his bro have planned?!

“I'm gonna make them both mine.” The ash-blonde just nodded in affirmation.

“Katsuki, no.”

The bell rang; the break was over and Kirishima hadn’t finished his homework! “Shitty Hair, I’m doing it. One way or another, their asses are mine.” Bakugo quickly wrote down the answer to the last question on the assignment before making his way to his seat, a suspicious-looking grin on his face.

“Well at least we know Bakugo has a type.” Kaminari leaned back in his chair, grinning as Kirishima sighed, giving up on trying to contain the chaos that is Bakugo Katsuki.

~

You groaned, completely depressed. Izuku and you had had a lot of fun at the hero merch sale; you’d both been able to buy so many items you never seen before. Of course Izuku bought everything All Might there. But when you two went up to the cashier, you were sadly informed that there were no more tickets. The museum was also sold out; you’d found out too late about the event. You lazily sketch out a new hero costume design for a first-year that needed more complex material for their quirk when a shadow hovered over you.

You looked up in time for a hand to slam down on the table and a body leaned in close to you. As you clutched your pencil to your chest, Bakugo smirked a few inches from your face. “Hey Nerd Number 2. What’s got you fucking moping?”

“Uh...I um…” You were completely tongue tied, heart pounding in your chest.

He just chuckled at you; you weren’t sure if it was a good sign or if you were about to be murdered. “I assume it has to do something about this?” 

Two yellow strips of paper were thrusted into your face, “Hero Origins Exhibit” written on them. You gasp and reach out for it to see if it was real. He rudely dangled them above your head, out of reach. 

“How’d you get that?!” You shouted. How on earth did he get two when you couldn't even get one?!

“I have my ways. I’ll give you them if you want...,” you nodded excitedly. “...but there is a price.”

Your eyes were locked on those tickets. Whatever it is, be it some gear or money, you’ll do it. If it means you and Izuku can go together to the museum. “What is it?”

He grabbed your chin with one hand, making you look at him. “You go on a date with me to the museum.”

Your breath hitched for a second as your brain translated what he’d just said. Date?! “Huh? Me and you? But I promised that I’d go with Izuku…”

Bakugo leaned in more, his nose grazing against your cheek as his lips made their way to your ear, and huskily whispered, “Then don’t tell him. How about if you agree, I’ll make sure Deku and you can go to the museum together. He’ll never have to know.” He bit at your lobe and then kissed the sensitive skin underneath. A shiver went down your back as he kissed your neck between words. “You want to see him happy, right?”

“Just one date?” You were completely melting in the palm of his hand.

He hummed, nuzzling your hair. “Sure.”

“Okay…” You dreamily whispered. If this is how he treats you, maybe it won’t be that bad...

The moment you agreed, he let go of your face. You blinked at his receding back, awakened from the dream-like state his warmth had put you in. “Good. I’ll text you the details later. And don’t be fucking late.” He threw you one more smirk over his shoulder before leaving the Support Course classroom. What….what just happened?! The shocked look on your classmates’ faces was all the evidence you needed to prove that, yes, that did just happen.

~

“Kacchan, I can’t believe you got these! You’re amazing!” Izuku was practically squealing on the common room couch, holding the tickets in his hands. Bakugo was sitting beside him, an arm resting on the back of the couch behind the smaller boy,  bodies pressed right up against each other. 

Bakugo had been casually instigating more physical contact over the past year so Izuku didn't even bat an eyelash as he leaned in closer. “I know. Now about the price for them….” Bakugo pulled the tickets from Deku’s hands gently as he whispered into the nerd’s ear, making him blush deeply.

“Kacchan! You want what?! But I promised…” Izuku fidgets with his hands in his lap, mumbling and slowly falling into the depths of his mind.

Smirking, Bakugo firmly wraps his arm around Izuku’s shoulders, practically pulling the other boy into his lap. “Don’t worry, I know about your little nerd best friend. I got connections and I could get you two to the museum. If you make it worth my while, Nerd.”

Bakugo tried not to chuckle when he felt the nerd shiver; gotcha. Izuku held up a pinky to Bakugo shyly. “Okay, if you promise?”

“Of course. I’m not a fucking liar, Deku.” He links their pinkies together, pulling their hands to his face to kiss Izuku’s. 

He heard the nerd loudly swallow before launching to his feet. “Okay…okay. Deal, Kacchan! Thank you for this!” Bakugo watched his nerd escape to his dorm room with an amused and triumphant smile on his face.

Kaminari and Kirishima watched the entire situation play out, in complete disbelief. They walked over to Bakugo as he texted on his phone. Kaminari flipped himself onto the couch to sit beside the other blonde, looking to see he was texting you where to meet up on Saturday. “This can’t possibly go well.” Kirishima sighed from behind the couch, leaning on his elbows as he read the text as well. When did he become the voice of reason in this group?

“It’ll be fucking fine, Hair-For-Brains,” Bakugo snorted, waving a heart filled text from you up, bragging as Bakugo does.

Kaminari laughed, actually enjoying watching his bro finally make a move. Leaning back with his arms behind his head, the electric blonded asked, “How did you even manage to get tickets and they didn’t?”

“Easy. Bribe the cashier to tell them that they didn’t have any more tickets while I bought three.”

“So glad you are on the heroes’ side.”

~

You waited in front of the museum, messing with your hair and clothes every five seconds while looking at your reflection in a shop window. The girls in your dorm had helped you decide on your outfit. In fact, you’d pretty much had a miniature fashion show in your room. You sigh to yourself, mumbling, “What are you doing ___?” Going on a date with Bakugo Katsuki was not what you had planned.

If there was anyone you were more likely to go on  a date with, you’d expected it to be Izuku. Oh Izuku…he’s so sweet and the two of you can geek out on a whole other level together. You wish he was going to the museum with you. But Bakugo did promise that he’d make sure that you guys got to go together for going on this date….maybe it won't be so bad.

“___?”

Your head whipped over to the side. “Izuku?”

Izuku came over to you, wearing skinny jeans that you’d bought him and an open flannel shirt over one of his regular shirts that said, “t-shirt”. You swear one of these days, you are going to burn all those shirts and buy him a whole new wardrobe. “What are you doing here?”

“Simple, I invited you both here.” Bakugo strolled up to the two of you, smirking with his hands in his pockets. You and Izuku look back at each other, confused.

“Uh…but I thought….” You fiddled with your hands, not sure how to say it in front of Izuku. This is so embarrassing.

Izuku didn't hesitate though. “Isn’t this a date?”

Bakugo just smiled proudly. “You are right, this is a date. All three of us.”

“Huh?!” you both yelled in shock. 

He sighed, leaning in as he placed a hand on each of your shoulders. “Really, do I have to fucking spell it out? I like both your nerdy asses.”

“Kacchan, you should have just asked one of us out at a time if you were confused about—”

“Not confused. I just don't half-ass.” He spun both of you around, his arms resting around your shoulders as he steered all three of you towards the museum entrance. You were completely at a loss as Izuku looked like he was going to continue to protest. 

“If I chose one then I would only be able to give the relationship half of my attention since I’d still like the other. So I’m gonna sweep both of you off your nerdy-ass feet.” Bakugo left no room for argument. 

You looked back at Izuku, his face was as red as your face was hot. Both speechless, you were only able to go with the flow of Bakugo Katsuki.

#bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #bakugo x reader x midoriya #bakugo katsuki x reader x midoriya izuku #poly relationship #bakugo knows what he wants

[hiatus-for-forever]

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Summary: You and Midoriya going on a date in which you fly together and Midoriya being considerate and super cute for your second date

Quirk: You have 3 pairs of wings. each are almost as big as Hawks’. More info in the fic. 

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, cursing

WC: 1,446

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From the moment you walked in the door, he knew he was entranced by you. The door opened, revealing no one as the class continued to stare at the empty doorstep. Then you came, you flew in with the middle pair of wings unraveled in it’s breathtaking glory. You were laughing the whole time, not caring for the stares of the class, “The door’s so cool!” you exclaimed. 

You heard how the door should be welcoming to any and all students with any quirk from your sister, who also dreamed of going to a school like this, and applying but not being able to make the cut. She did fully support you when you got in and rejoiced since you knew how much you wanted to be a hero even with the guilt that your sister wouldn’t be. She did find her true passion after all so it all worked out in the end.

But enough about her, this is about you. Your cheerful presence had interested everyone, bombarding you with questions after the quirk evaluation. You explained how your quirk worked and answered all their questions. They mostly included compliments on your speed and the size of your wings

Yet, though you’ve interacted with most of your class, you were surprised to have unintentionally avoided one, or rather, he avoided you. Normally he would never hesitate to ask someone about their quirk but something about you was... intimidating. He thought it was how powerful your quirk was but then again he was childhood friends with Bakugou. Then he realized, it was because he liked you. 

That can’t be right, he thought but it was your all around feel that was welcoming and you basically radiated comfort. You would answer back to anyone, weather you liked them or not, kindly. You even politely asked Mineta to stop touching you instead of just shoving him off like everyone else. You were really pretty too. You looked literally angelic, with your wings and all.

 That’s why when he finally talked to you, he was blown away with how you answered each of his questions without hesitation. A smile was present on your face the entire time and you were practically glowing, the warmth he felt from you calmed him of any nerves he had in the first place. 

After that it was like clockwork, he approached you everyday and ate lunch with you, studied with you and always made sure you were in perfect condition. You appreciated all he did to make sure you were well and in turn you accidentally caught feelings. 

You learned to care for him as well and were the one to stop him from overworking. You two were literally a perfect couple and everyone saw both your crushes on each other. But alas, you two were dense as fuck.

You never second-guessed Midoriya’s flustered reactions due to his fidgety nature and he never second-guessed your kindness as anything but that. You two were content as friends, you made that pretty clear to your friends. Still, that didn’t stop them from mentioning his crush on you, to you and your crush on Midoriya, to him. 

That brought you two to eventually talking it out and agreeing to go on a date. “Like normal people” you joked. And there was no better time than this week. It had been plenty stressful and you both needed to de-stress. You hadn’t really planned where to go but you both just agreed to stop by anywhere you felt like, just needing to get out of the dorms.

It was afternoon when you decided to go and once you were out of the campus, with permission from Aizawa, you began to realize that you should’ve indeed planned where to go. Instead, you both stood outside the gate, shuffling awkwardly, waiting for the other to talk. 

“Uh-” “So-”

You both flinched at one another, Deku turning bright red as you giggled. You calmed down first, “You were saying?” you gestured for him to continue

“U-Um yeah. Where did you wanna go?”

“Well, we already ate lunch so how ‘bout we go to a cafe for dessert” you suggested

“No thanks I’m still pretty full” said, rubbing his stomach. His eyes soon widened at the fact he rejected your suggestion, “B-But we can still go! I can pay!” he said desperately, he didn’t want you to change your mind and not go out with him anymore

You laughed out loud, “No worries! We can just go somewhere else” You smiled and he blushed again. You were so pretty when you did that. “How about you, you have any suggestions?” you asked him

He really didn’t. He’s the type to prepare for something before it happens, so this impromptu date was not up his alley. He looks at the sidewalk behind you, trying to think up where to go, even contemplating pulling out his phone to search up where to go for a date. You sensed his uneasiness and spoke up, “I do have this special spot I go to if you can’t think of anywhere”

“Special spot?” He said curiously.

You nodded, “Yup! It’s not too far so we can walk there”

He nodded, “Sure let’s go”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Here we are” you said. The walk had been quiet mostly, aside from some small talk. He did ask about where you were going but you told him it was a surprise. You talked about other things of course, about tests and other academic topics mostly. 

Eventually you reached your old apartment complex, your parents still lived here and you visited during holidays. He eyed it, blushing at the realization he now knew where you lived, before the dorms of course, and maybe you would take him to your room or something. Only the thought of it made him combust into flames

“Let’s go” you pulled him into the building, greeting the receptionist and her telling you your parents were out for work. You told her it was fine since you weren’t going to your home anyway. This piqued his interest because where else would you be going?

You then gestured for him to follow as you went to the elevator. He stood there awkwardly as you pressed the button for the top most floor. The time it took going up wasn’t much, the elevator stopping from time to time revealing no one who was gonna step in.

When you finally reached the top your excitement had also increased. You excitedly grabbed him by the wrist, running thought the corridor, past some doors, taking a turn and finding the staircase. You dragged him up, tripping once but refusing his help and running up the stairs, “Here it is” you said, opening the door to the roof.

You both stepped out and you immediately inhaled the familiar scent of dusty cement, taking you back to your childhood where your parents told you not to go off the edge. You did anyway, it was fun. Midoriya watched as you ran to the railing, looking down at the houses and restaurants below you. “I used to go here all the time after hard days. Its relaxing to just soar through the air since no one bothered me. Even if I got in trouble sometimes” You said.

He loved how serene you looked up here, the way you took in and released the clean air, how you enjoyed the fact it smelled different up there. There was no one around, just you two and the city breeze. 

The wind picked up and blew against your feathers. Your eyes lit up and you looked the Modoriya, “You wanna fly with me?” you offered

He stopped and stuttered, “E-Eh? How does that work? I can’t really stay on your back as that can constrict your flying but I don’t think you can fly with me on your stomach either, maybe holding onto my wrists would work? But I don’t want to trouble you with my weight, not like you can’t take it or anything but-”

“Izuku! Relax!” You halted his muttering, “Here” You wrapped your arms around his torso, “We’ll fly like this”

“HUH!?” He had never been this close to a girl before, you had your freaking arms around him. It was bliss, sure, but still so embarrassing. You two aren’t even going out officially yet and sure you guys are on a first name basis but was this still allowed? Maybe you were like this with others, you are really close with the rest of the class.

“You ready?” You asked.

He gulped and nodded. He heard the flapping of your wings, one, two pairs working to get you both off the ground, third pair occasionally flapping to pull some weight. He felt his feet lift off the ground and he shut his eyes. 

Once you both were on air you yelled at him to open his eyes. He already felt the wind whipping past him, much like when he runs at Full Cowl, and he decided to listen to you. His eyes slowly opened, and he got a glimpse of what he missed. 

You both flew over buildings, you laughing at the need to release air from the thrilling feeling of nostalgia. He too joined in and found himself yelling about how fun and cool this was! You then put your third pair to use and flapped it faster, going quicker through the wind. 

“W-What are you doi-WAAAH” he let out a scream when you did a loop in the air. You were giggling and he was still shaking, “You okay?” You asked through sweet laughter and he shakily nodded

He was too silent compared to just a little bit ago so you decided to head back. Finishing the circle you went in, you placed him back on his feet as he ran to grab the railing. You were profusely apologizing to him for taking him on a flying session, He didn’t take it though, explaining how he loved most of it, never scared to be dropped as he fully trusted in you.

This of course left you blushing even after the date. He trusted you that much? I mean, you did too but you didn’t think he’d feel the same way as quick. He suggested going on another date similar to this one. Soon, he said, and you couldn’t wait.

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It was a week later when he asked you out again. You were surprised when he said you were going to the same place you went last week. You agreed despite not knowing why he would want to go back and followed him there.

On the walk there you almost asked why but decided to find out later, on the count of his adorable face gleaming in excitement. You smiled and followed behind, trying to catch up with his quick steps there.

Once you arrived at the top of the building again, you noticed him relax as much as you, before lighting up in excitement. “Let’s fly!” he suggested, grabbing a hold of you hands and nearing you to the edge

“Woah woah, slow down! I don’t know what’s gotten into you but you seem more excited today, may I ask why?” You said, holding him back with a light tug

He chuckled as pink tinted his cheeks. Scratching the back of his neck he said, “I had a surprise for you that I was gonna show once we were in the air. I asked Uraraka to use her quirk on me so I weigh as much as my clothes now! S-So it’s easier for you to fly with me around!” 

You swear your heart melted like a stick of butter, “Aww Izuku you are so adorable” You said and pinched his cheeks, before going to kiss one. He was a mumbling mess before you held hid hands once again, flapping your middle pair of wings, you lifted yourself off the ground, taking Midoriya up with you soon after. 

You wrapped your arms around his torso to balance him, making sure the wind doesn’t push him back. You pressed him to your chest, pecking his neck before going off the edge and flying over the streets and buildings. You began to soar the the sky, going at a more relaxed speed than last week’s. 

He felt more relaxed too, now being able to breathe the calming air you talked about. He wondered what you looked like right now. Before he could think, the words left his mouth, “Can you turn me around, I wanna look at you” 

And also before he could say anything to take it back, you turned him around with ease, his chest pressing against yours. “I didn’t think you would actually do it” he mumbled

“Why not, I wanted to look at you too” You said the him, your eyes flashed down to his lips and looked back to where you were flying. That did not go unnoticed by him with how close he was and his eyes went to your lips. They looked soft, he wanted to feel them against this. Did you want that too? He saw somewhere that looking at someones lips meant you wanted to kiss them. 

Slowly, he brought his head up and his lips gently met yours. His eyes were closed but he could feel the slight falter of your flying. He then felt you go upright instead of the tilt you had when you moved around. You kissed back with more fervor, causing him to press harder. His arms went around your neck and your arms held him tighter around his torso.

Soon enough you both pulled away and with a giggle, the only thing you could say to his red face was, “That’s a pretty cool way to have a first kiss”

#deku x reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoria x reader #bnha x reader #izuku midoriya x reader fluff #midoriya fluff #bnha fluff #bnha imagines #deku fluff #mha fluff #mha imagines #mha x reader #izuku midoriya fluff

[dekuscrybaby]

Could I request a super shy reader asking out Bakugou ? Scenario or hcs ! Whichever you like ! She’s like super nervous and just ends up going on a rant on why she likes him and asks him out and he just blushes and says yes . I hope that’s not too specific or something >.

y’all be giving me too much freedom, like tell me to choose one format over another and you will end up getting both because that’s just the type of clown that i am! also, i’ll kinda be loosely basing this on me because i’m pretty shy myself, but i’ll keep it as general as possible! also pls my friend, i have none so feel free to privately message me or we can chat through asks i don’t mind 😌 also, i think i went a little overboard with the “scenario” but i’m not all that sorry bc i love my feral bby but also the scenario is kinda booty so sorry about that

(ps this is literally bakugou as you confess/rant to him)

out of the billions of people you could’ve had a crush on, your heart probably chose the worst person

bakugou katsuki, a very angry gremlin if you please

and i’m not saying that bakugou is ugly or anything

it’s the complete opposite actually, hence why you have a crush on him

bakugou’s physical appearance is far from ugly, he’s hands-down one of prettiest boys in your class

that being said, his personality can be considered an acquired taste

as kaminari once said his personality is comparable to “flaming hot garbage”

but that didn’t stop you from liking blasty boy

your friends know about your crush bc it’s just obvious to them and pretty much everyone else (except bakugou)

you’re always asked “what is there to like about bakugou?”

well, what isn’t there to like?

his ash-blonde hair always looks so soft, you just want to run your fingers through it

his eyes are just so beautiful and you want nothing more than to stare into those ruby orbs for hours and hours

his physique is just so amazing and let’s not get you started on how bad you want his muscular arms to wrap around you

and his thighs? phew, please! is it getting hot in here or what?

answer: it is getting hot and by that i mean your face has lit up all shades of red

confessing to crushes is usually hard regardless of how confident a person is but it’s even harder for you because you’re the shyest person in class a

you’re so shy that you’re just known for your blushy cheeks which turn even redder when you’re in the presence of lord explosion murder

you probably even struggle to get a full sentence in when you’re “talking” to him

you guys know how izuku stutters right? well you’re worse than that

you just have the FATTEST crush on this blonde douchebag

so what do your friends do about this crush?

they do what all friends do for their introverted friends with a huge crush on a huge ass extrovert

put you on the spot

*insert your shy ass mentally screeching*

to be fair, you’ve been crushing on bakugou since like the beginning of the school year

something has to happen before your entire class just decides to scream at bakugou about your very clear crush on him

for the sake of a chaotic confession, i’m gonna say that you’re apart of the bakusquad with mina being your best friend

and mina being mina, she’s SICK of your shit and wants you to tell katsuki how you feel

so what does she do?

she shoves you into the janitor’s closet with bakugou

will not let you out until you spill everything

“hey! raccoon eyes! you better let us out before i fucking explode your ass!” bakugou growled as he pounded on the metal door, obviously he was caught off guard. he was just walking back to class with you and your guys’ friends before mina’s crazy-ass pulled you back and shoved you into a small room.

“not until y/n fesses up!” mina shouted back, pulling on the door handle with all her might. she’s doing this for you, it’ll only help you and bakugou, it’s a mantra mina keeps going over in her head. hopefully, a mantra that will prevent her from being killed by the furious blonde.

“what the hell do you mean fesses up?” the blonde bellows out, still pounding at the door.

as they’re screaming and cursing at each other, you have your face hidden away in the sleeves of your school jacket. your face is the reddest it’s ever been and your mind has never spilled this many thoughts until now. your brain is so overwhelmed that there is practically no filter between your brain and your mouth so at this point you’re babbling on endlessly.

it’s not very loud, probably only loud enough for it to be heard in the small room you’re currently in, but that’s where the problem lies.you’re babbling on and on about your huge crush while he is in the same cramped up room as you are. to make matters worse, you guys are completely alone.

“what do i do now? i’m completely alone with the hottest guy in not just the class but probably even school. is mina really not gonna let us out until i tell him i like him? i mean she can’t keep us in here for too long, right? of course not! class is bound to start soon and she has to go to class. plus she has to let us out before mr. aizawa comes to look for us or something. then again, me confessing can’t go that bad. i mean what’s the worst that can happen? well, if i do end up confessing, then there’s a high chance that bakugou might not even like me back and then everything will be super awkward. he prob-”

you probably would’ve continued to rant on if it weren’t for bakugou’s rough voice pulling you out of your verbal thoughts, “what the hell are you going on about?”

you snapped your head up in the direction of your voice, “huh?”

“you heard me, rosy-cheeks. what are you going on about?” he questioned with a quirked eyebrow.

“r-r-rosy-cheeks?” the new nickname just made even more blood rush onto your already blushed cheeks.

bakugou rolled his eyes a bit, “yes, rosy-cheeks. your cheeks are always red so it suits you.”

“oh! uh, thanks i guess?” you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, not knowing how to respond to the slight compliment you received from your crush.

a quiet snicker could be heard from the opposite side of the door and that ended up provoking bakugou’s short temper.

“fucking let us out, you used tampon!” he began to yell again. (i couldn’t think of any other nicknames)

“i said i wasn’t letting you out until ms. rosy-cheeks confesses!” mina retorts, matching the level of intensity of katsuki’s voice.

“huh? and what should she be confessing?”

“i don’t know, bakugou, maybe you should ask her instead!” now it was bakugou’s turn to snap his head towards you.

“spill, y/l/n.” he said, his voice much softer than it was a few seconds ago.

“w-what?” you stuttered.

“the faster you tell me whatever mina wants you to tell me, the faster we can get out of here,” he grumbled as you began twiddling with your fingers.

“i-i can’t.”

bakugou sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “what do you mean you can’t?”

“i just can’t, bakugou.” you whimpered quietly.

“y/n, class is going to start again in less than ten minutes and i don’t know about you, but i don’t want to be held up after class by aizawa.”

“i’d rather be held up later than tell you,” you wrapped your arms around yourself, fearing that you’d make him upset.

“goddamnit, y/n! just tell me! it can’t be that hard!” he raises his voice and ultimately, this causes something in you to snap.

“okay, okay! i like you, okay? i’ve liked you for so long that it’s actually embarrassing. it’s just that you’re so cute and something about you just has my heart beating out of my chest. i always feel short of breath and lightheaded when i’m around you and i can’t do anything about it. you’re also so so smart and im actually jealous.” you drew in a quick breath before continuing.

“sure, you might not have the best personality ever according to others but i still find your ‘garbage-like’ personality drawing me into you. do you know how many times people come up to me asking why the hell i like you? it’s quite a shocker for them to hear that i basically like everything about you.”

“i like your spiky blonde hair that is probably super soft. i like your eyes that are the most beautiful shade of red and i always find myself lost in them whenever i look into them for even the briefest moments. i like how passionate you are about your goals and i like how you give your all to reach them. you’re just so amazing and i always find myself wanting to confess to you, hoping that you might feel the same way. i would just absolutely love to call you my boyfriend, you know?”

you finally concluded your rant after what felt like an eternity and for some reason, you forgot about the situation at hand. once you realized that you actually said everything out loud, you felt your entire body heat up. this has to be a dream. or maybe someone used their quirk and caused you to say all of that. not missing a single beat, you glanced up at bakugou, only to find him the same position as you. cheeks and even ears, a bright red that could easily rival midoriya’s sneakers.

“i-i-i, uhh…”

“tch,” bakugou interrupted what could’ve started another rant. “you could’ve just said so earlier.”

“what?” you stared at him with a gaped expression as his cheeks heated up even more,

“i’m just saying, you would’ve said this earlier…then maybe i would’ve been your boyfriend already,” bakugou mumbled as one of his sweaty palms, cradled the back of his neck.

“a-are you serious?”

“do i look like a liar to you, rosy-cheeks?”

“well, uh, no?”

“damn right. now let’s get to class, i’m pretty sure raccoon eyes heard the entirety of your rant and if she reacted anything like me, then she should be satisfied.”

you were still too shocked to properly digest what just happened that you for some reason didn’t feel bakugou take your hand to lead you out of the janitor’s closet. after you walked out with him, you turned your head and noticed mina grinning at you, congratulating you on what was your new relationship with the boy you’ve been pining over for ages.

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou #katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou imagine #mha #bnha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha imagine #bnha imagine #katsuki x reader #katsuki imagine #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki imagine #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou imagine #mha bakugou #mha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki fluff #bakugou fluff #bakugou fanfiction

[marionettedupaincheng]

petty deku au.

it’s relatively known that bakugou has so much pride within him and he’s so powerful and good at everything, right!!!

deku knows this and is proud of his kacchan bc he’s so cool and deserves praise. but also he hates it bc suddenly everyone in ua has a crush on him and deku is just rlly tired and jealous nowadays bc of it. he wants to confess his feelings but doesn’t want to give bakugou the satisfaction and smugness of knowing he’s jealous (and honestly despite them making up and being friends again, deku feels petty at his childhood friend for bullying him for 5+ years).

he’s moans this out to ochako who’s like the only one who knows about his disaster crush on his childhood friend and it’s like bff code to tell eachother about ur crushes.

“i mean i already praise him enough!!! if he finds out I’m jealous then he’ll just get even more proud! i just want kacchan to actually work for me for once!!”

ochako is a devil make no mistake but she also really cares about her best friend so she hatches up a devious plan.

“why don’t you play hard to get?”

“what do you mean?”

“just act like everything he does doesn’t make you feel impressed”

deku is shook bc he can’t imagine himself not praising bakugou.

“would that even work?”

“bakugou gets praised a lot but if his dear childhood friend who supported him from the very beginning suddenly stopped worshipping the very ground he walked on, i think he’d go crazy”

deku feels bad but the thought of bakugou going crazy for him gives him a small (read: huge) sense of satisfaction but still...

“isn’t that just being petty?”

“deku-kun he bullied you for a long time, i think it’s fine if you act petty towards him.”

“still...”

“just do it man. i also want to see that smug bastard get taken down a notch so really you’d be be benefitting the both of us!”

“if you say so”

thus begins two weeks filled with shenanigans where deku and ochako thrive while kacchan suffers.

one instance included a spar between todoroki and bakugou spar, where kacchan wins obviously.

he turns around expecting his number one cheerleader to praise him but finds deku complimenting todoroki.

“todoroki-kun you’re getting better with your flames!”

“thank you midoriya :)”

bakugou is so offended. like half and half doesn’t deserve deku’s admiration that piece of shit has all the girls wrapped around his finger already. he’s can feel his hands sparkling in irritation.

“hey you fucking nerd. what about me!??”

deku just turns to him and gives him a blank look.

“:/ idk kacchan it’s not like you’ve been changing it up. you use the same moves every fight. but uh good job i guess?”

the entirety of 1-a is shook. why tf is deku not cheering his kacchan on. there is silence across the room.

...and if the gym blowed up, if anyone asks, it wasn’t because of 1-a.

(ochako is laughing her ass off)

another situation included where 1-a got their tests back. most of the class failed while some students passed.

kacchan is ready to brag but is hit in the head when he sees deku praising momo for getting the highest score.

“fucking deku what about me???”

deku once again gives him a blank look.

“lol it’s not like you got the highest mark tho kacchan”

kacchan screams.

thus begins bakugou increased (read: also desperate) attempts to get deku’s praise while deku brushes him off everytime.

deku honestly starts feeling super satisfied, he’s loving the attention until after a few days he sees bakugou full on sulking bc the sparky boom boom man is not getting his daily dose of Izuku Love™️ and is becoming so mopey that even his friends had to stage an intervention.

DEKU FEELS SO BAD.

LIKE REALLY BAD.

the next time bakugou spars todoroki (and wins) he spots deku once again complimenting todoroki so he sulkingly walks away until deku runs up to him and gently grabs his hand.

“*whispers* you were cooler than todoroki”

he instantly peeks up. suddenly everything is right. deku thinks he’s better than everyone. he can finally be happy once again.

“damn right”

bakugou drags deku back to his room and makes deku compliment him on everything bc the lack of Izuku Praise™️ all two weeks hurt him and he needs to deku make it up. (no not sexually)

they end up smooching. and then dating. ochako says that deku is a huge simp tho.

#my hero academia #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #bakugo katsuki #midoriya izuku #uraraka ochako #bakudeku

[lukneetoonz]

LITTLE GODDESS PART III

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Summary: As a newer goddess you think back on how you got to where you are; in the throne room sitting next to your husband, the god of the dead.

Pairing: Hades!Aizawa x fem!reader, DadNyx!Izuku x fem!reader platonic, MomSelene!Uraraka x reader platonic.

Warnings: Flirting, cussing, mentions of sexual frustration, overalls nothing bad.

Word Count: 3,446

A/N: Longer chapter, I'm hoping to make the rest of the chapters this long. Sorry if this one isn’t the best, I'm not feeling too well lately… but anyways I had fun writing this one. I’m excited for the party chapter!

NO ARTWORK POSTED IS MY OWN AND IS FOUND ON PINTEREST

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To say the end of the tour was awkward, would be an understatement. You didn’t know who that woman was, and you didn’t have any right to ask. But one thing was clear, she came to show that aizawa was her marked territory. Did things seem weird between them? Yes, but you’ve heard of the big threes many affairs and mistresses so it wouldn’t surprise you if she was one of them, maybe Aizawa’s favorite mistress. It was stupid that your heart even ached slightly at that thought when you’d just met the man.

“Ah, so how was the tour you two?” You didn’t realize you were back in front of Aizawa’s office until Hitoshi had spoken, looking up as you met his purple eyes that matched his lazy smirk. “So how do you like your new place of work beautiful? Is it everything you hoped it to be?” He mused, his hand reaching your hair and twirling a piece, making you blush and your mouth run dry as an angry king stood next to the both of you, glaring at his right hand man.

“Ahem. Hitoshi this is a place of business, not romance. Keep your hands to yourself will you?” The man's monotone voice was laced with jealousy, making Hitoshi’s grin wider, “I never hear you say that when Emi is in your office…” It was that woman’s name again… so they are a thing, looking away, you avoided the gazes of the men not realizing they both had challenging glares directed at each other. “Anyways, me and Y/N have some paperwork to fill out, but thank you for taking her on the tour aizawa.”

Before either you or Aizawa could argue, Hitoshi fizzed You away to his office and he dragged his feet to the couch and flopped down, a relaxing groan releasing from his mouth. “You can relax Y/N. I can tell we are gonna be great friends in the future…” Hitoshi’s voice was smug that matched his knowing smirk, eyes closing. “Now, I'm taking a nap, do as you please.”

*•*

This day was interesting so far, and it was only lunch. You had long left the purple haired man's office and figured it wouldn’t be bad to walk around, start to remember your way better. The only time you stopped was when you heard your stomach growl, your lips pursing as you sighed, “fuck… where was the café?” You started scrambling around, not knowing where to go, slightly freaking out.

“Yo! You lost pretty lady?!” A loud voice called out to you, making you whip around as you blushed and focused on the blonde haired man. “Uh, Yeah… I’m kinda new around here and I just want to find a place to eat.” The lanky Male came up to you and threw his arm over your shoulder, obviously not afraid of boundaries. “Well never fair, since your golden Olympian Male is here!” Suddenly it clicked and your eyes went wide, this must be the one they call Apollo…

Nodding you laughed it off, he sure does love himself doesn't he? “May I ask what you are doing here in the underworld? You are an Olympian that has nothing to do with the underworld.” The golden haired man laughed, a smile on his face. “Right you are gorgeous, but it so happens that me and the king himself are best friends! We are practically brothers!” Aizawa… and this man… practically brothers? You couldn’t believe it.

“Hizashi What did I tell you about coming here unannounced?” A familiar deep voice boomed through the space, making you blush and the man beside you smile brighter than before. Turning around faster than you can blink, he opened his arms for aizawa, “Aizawa! You know that if I call you’d say no, plus you love my company, admit it!” A giggle passed your lips as you looked at them, they completely contrasted one another and even thinking about their dynamic made you smile.

Aizawa’s eyes landed on you in shock and Hizashi turned to face you, “By the way Shouta, how come you didn’t tell me you hired someone as pretty as this one! I'd pay her to just take a drive-” Hizashi couldn't even finish the sentence when he shuddered by Aizawa’s cold and deadly stare. You didn’t even see it since you looked at the ground trying to hide your flustering face, moving a stray hair behind your ear, you smiled. “Well- thank you very much for your compliment…”

Your voice had Aizawa staring at you, mouth slightly agape as he clenched his jaw and looked away. Of course you’d have every god pining after you, why would he think he’d even have a small chance? The desperate stare did not go unnoticed by Hizashi and the wheels started turning in his head, a devious little smile on his face, “You know, I’m throwing a party tomorrow, you should come and get to know the rest of the gods.”

Nodding, a smile made its way onto your face. “Really? I’ve never been invited to anything like that before… thank you. I’m Y/N, I forgot to introduce myself.” A shy blush spread on your cheeks as aizawa could feel anger bubbling in him, he was never one for parties, but now he was… Hizashi smiled at you, ruffling your hair, “It’s gonna be fun. I’m sure everyone will love you, especially if Aizawa here seems to like your presence too.”

Head tilting with confused eyes, you didn’t understand. The king had just been showing you his grace since you were a new employee… right? Aizawa was practically glowing red before he dragged a laughing Hizashi off, “See y’a tomorrow Y/N!!” You waved him goodbye with a smile, still lost on where to eat…

*•*

As fast as the day came, it went. Going home, Izuku filled the air by asking you questions nonstop, but of course you answered everyone. The only thing on your mind however, was the party you were invited to. “Father, what’s your opinion on Hizashi?” Your voice was quiet but the question was loud as Izuku stopped in his tracks to eye you up and down with careful eyes, almost trying to check if you were harmed in any way shape or form.

“Did he hurt you? How do you know him? What happened, and you better tell me everything” His worried questions made you laugh as you stopped and smiled, “Nothing happened, I was just invited to his party tomorrow and I wanted to know your opinion on him.” You simply shrugged, making the green haired man sigh in relief before he took in your words and went wide eyed. “Party?!! Tomorrow!? Invited?!”

Honestly, Izuku was finding it hard to breathe as he clutched his chest. His reaction made you laugh as you hugged the man that swore to protect you with his life. “Father- calm down! We only met because I walked around by myself to get a feel of the place… it’s no big deal, I thought he was very nice.” The shrug of your shoulders matched your nonchalant tone, making Izuku feel many things. “Y/N, promise me that you’ll be safe, please.”

Nodding you looked at your father as you stepped into your house, “Does this mean I can go?” Izuku smiled with a sigh, “I can’t really stop you since you’re an adult… I just know that you are my stars and your mother is my moon. Without either of you I am nothing.” You smiled softly as you kissed your father's cheek, nodding and going to the kitchen, Uraraka already there making tea. “Hi momma, how was your day?” You greeted your mother with a kiss on the cheek and she smiled softly, looking at you with bright eyes.

“My little star! How was your first day? I hope Aizawa was kind…” Just the mention of his name made you blush as you looked away with a shy smile. “The king was very kind… but I’m sure it was just because I’m new.” As you ended your sentence you chuckled, making your mother smile. “Oh really? Well I’m glad to hear you had a nice time”

(E/C) eyes going wide, your cheeks heated up, “Mother! It wasn’t like that!! I swear… anyways I was invited to Hizashi’s party tomorrow” Your news made Uraraka smirk as she turned to you and handed you a glass of tea “Oh? I’m sure your father wasn’t happy about that…” The grin that made its way onto your face confirmed her answer, “He May not have been, but I still can go.” Nodding, Uraraka took a sip of her drink and looked at you with a sly smile, “Well I guess we should go shopping before then huh?”

*•*

The next day

As you walked into work, you couldn’t help but recheck your attire every minute. Why did you want to look so good? It wouldn’t matter in the long run… he wouldn’t see you in the same way. Groaning you rubbed your face as you walked through the menacing doors. You can do this, all you have to do is keep the souls in check… and not fall in love.

“You look troubled chickadee, something I can help you with?” An arm wrapped around you as you looked to your side to be met with familiar golden eyes, “I’m just- nervous for my first real day of work…” Keigo laughed as he smirked at you, “Awh, don’t be worried… if you want we can have lunch together” A devilish wink was sent your way making you blush, “Y-you don’t have too..” Keigo laughed, ruffling your hair as he tsked playfully.

“Psh, I want too. Plus I heard that you’re going to Hizashi’s party tonight… guess I’ll be seeing you there chickadee.” Keigo lowered his head to whisper in your hair and you squeaked and chuckled, looking at him with questioning eyes. “Are you flirting with me?” your voice came out shakey as you played with your fingers, Keigo laughed and poked your nose. “I can admit that I am since your father ain’t here…”

“Well quit it, Keigo. You wasting time makes me wonder why I pay you.” A deep voice interrupted your interaction and you snapped your eyes to meet glowing red ones, an automatic shiver going down your spine as you stared with parted lips. You have never been more turned on than seeing Aizawa look like this. Keigo rolled his eyes and took a step away from you, looking at Aizawa with an unamused look. “I just clocked in, get off my ass and get the stick out of yours.”

The statement only made Aizawa angrier as he tsked, but before he did anything, his eyes glanced at you and he calmed down. Taking a deep breath in, he glared at the red winged god, “You have 3 seconds to leave before I rip your wings out of your back.” Keigo held his glare for as long as he could before turning to you and winking, flying off. You turned to aizawa and gulped, feeling horrible that you were wasting company time. “I’m sorry about that, I’ll get to work right away… I don’t want to waste anymore time”

Aizawa’s eyes softened looking at you, his hand reaching out to grab your arm and he sighed as he gulped, “Don’t apologize little goddess… Keigo was acting wrongly, he should be apologizing.” His words, his touch, gods his everything made you want to melt as butterflies soared in your stomach. Nodding you met his eyes and smiled softly, “I-I wanted to ask yesterday, but I didn’t get the chance… are you going to Hizashi’s party?” Biting your plump lip, (e/c) doe eyes met Aizawa and the god cursed under his breath as he forced himself to look away.

“Ahem- I- yes. I’ll be there.” Why did he say he was going? Simple; you asked and you were also going. Stupid Aizawa… stupid stupid Aizawa. As he raked your face to see any type of reaction, he couldn’t place just one emotion as you slightly blushed and smiled big, nodding as you had bright eyes that looked at him. “Good… I'm glad you’re going to be there” The shock that ran through the raven haired man's body was evident as he sucked in a breath, looking at you to say you were kidding, but you never did.

“W-well… I’ll see you tonight Aizawa.” The distance you were creating caught his attention and he once again reached for you with wide eyes, “Shouta… you can call me shouta.” Shouta… his name alone was gorgeous. You nodded and moved your hand into his, giving it a friendly squeeze, “okay… shouta.” Finally You left to go where you were needed, leaving a speechless king in your wake, this wasn’t Nemuri, or her son Denki. This was him, his heart, fucking with him.

*•*

As you walked to lunch, you couldn’t help but feel slightly sad that the god you were eating with had golden locks and not black. Of course you knew that your parents fell in love within two days and got married on the third, that’s a common thing with gods and goddesses. But the thought alone scared you, how could you fall for someone you didn’t even know? Maybe your friend Denki was pulling a prank on you… he always did say that you needed to get laid so he wouldn’t have to smell your sexual frustration no matter how far away he was…

A groan left your lips as you went and grabbed some food from a restaurant in the food court, sitting down at the table that had the winged god, and the purple haired one…. along with the ash blonde? What the hell? “Am I interrupting something?” You regretted even speaking because all attention was immediately turned to you, making you look away nervously. “I see you finally made it chickadee… I’m sorry about these two, who rudely invited themselves.” Golden eyes glared at the other two men when Keigo finished talking, making you even more confused.

“Listen gorgeous, I just figured you wouldn’t want to be alone with chicken boy here for an hour alone, so I decided to be your Prince Charming” Hitoshi decided to speak as he smirked at you, leaning casually on his palm, eyes raking your body. Katsuki let out a scoff as he rolled his eyes, “Dumbasses. Both of you.” Hitoshi’s smirk turned devilish as he turned to Katsuki, “Oh? Then enlighten us on why you’re here…” Katsuki clenched his jaw as he huffed and glared at Hitoshi, “I- just figured I’d get to know Y/N… it’s the smart thing to do since she could get in the way with my work.”

Tilting your head, you looked at all of them like they were crazy. That was until a cute little blonde came up, giggling with mischief as she latched her arm with yours and tilted her head at the boys. “They’re trying to court you… isn’t it adorable! Could you imagine all of them doing your dirty work as you just relaxed? I wish I would get courted like this…” The blonde sighed and sat down, resting her head on her palms with a pout and you smiled at her, while Katsuki pushed her off a seat in disgust.

“We didn’t sit here for you to come and sit with us, Toga. So find somewhere else. Or someone else to bother.” His words were harsh as she pouted and you slightly pouted too, already liking her. “Well… since I don’t want to be courted, I’d much rather sit with Toga… shall we?” You smiled at the goddess and she giggled with glee and yanked on your hand, dragging you away, leaving furious gods in your wake. Both you laughed as you went and sat down, Toga somehow got a milkshake and was sipping on it as she looked at you with a devious look.

“So, new blood… what’s it like to have gods falling at your feet? I’m sure if you stubbed your toe, they’d all come crawling with gifts and first aid kits.” Her words made you blush as you stared at your food, “I didn’t even realize until you just told me… why would they want me? I’m just an immature goddess.” Toga laughed and poked your nose, “Thats why, because you don’t know anything about them, yet. You’re trusting, and they can practically smell that. Trust me when I say none of these gods are up to no good.” Oh how she sounded like your father… but maybe it’s because your father was right, and so was she.

“Maybe… anyway, I don’t mean to sound rude but you’re a goddess aren’t you? What do you do around here?” You were curious to know what she did because you’ve only seen Gods here, no goddesses. “You might know by the name Styx, which the mortals really did give me a delicious name didn’t they?” Your eyes went wide in realisation as you blushed, “oh my gods! I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you! I’m so sorry” Toga giggled as she smiled at you, leaning on her palms.

“Eh don’t worry about it new blood… you can owe me back by telling me why you aren’t interested in being courted.” Her bluntness made you blush as you played with your food, “Well… I just- I’d want to be pursued by the right man.. not just any guy, you know? If I find the right guy, I’d welcome it” Toga didn’t talk for a couple seconds as she took in the sight of you, before her face lit up in a teasing grin. “You already found someone didn’t you- AND he works here, doesn’t he?!” She gasped, bringing her hands to her face as you hid your own.

“Please, drop it… I don’t want- I don’t know what I want!” Toga laughed as she leaned onto the table, continuing to read you. Like how your eyes would blink and try to avoid looking at a place for too long, and how your body seemed extremely relaxed in the moment, despite the conversation. She knew, of course she knew. Toga could figure these things out easily, and the flint in her eyes gave it away she knew as she grabbed your cheeks and pulled you closer. “You like them powerful, don't you? That’s okay, if I was you I would too.”

You choked on your food as you looked her in her eyes sighing, “Please it’s really nothing, just don’t say anything… okay?” Toga giggled before nodding, “Okay, but you’re no fun new blood! Just be glad I like you.” Nodding, You pouted and looked at the time, “I’m going to a party tonight that he’ll be at… do you want to come with me?” Toga practically lit up like a Christmas tree as she nodded and stood up, “Yes! Oh this will be so much fun! I’ll be your wing woman and we will get you any guy you want!” Once again you blushed as you looked away, feeling your heartbeat in your chest.

“I don’t want just any guy…” you sighed out, leaning your head on the table. Toga stared at you and she already knew what she was going to do tonight before she faked a pout on her own face and pat your head, “Don’t worry Y/N…. If it’s meant to be then the fates will make sure it happens. Anyway, what’s the harm in a little fun? You are young…” Shrugging, you looked away and thought for a second. “Maybe you’re right… maybe I should let loose tonight. Then finally I won’t have to feel like this cause it’s weird.” Toga hid her grin and nodded, “Oh, trust me new blood, you’ll have a blast tonight.”

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[warpinator]

something in the air is giving me bad ideas

bkdk | t | prompt fill: careless kiss | apologies & getting together

joke title: I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24227227

The smell of salt is strong in the air, helped along by the soft wind. Sand crunches under Katsuki's feet as he walks to where Deku is sitting. It's a slightly humid night and there aren't any other people on the beach front.

"Kacchan," Deku greets him cheerfully.

"You're gonna get sand in your pants, idiot."

"Wouldn't be the first time! C'mon, sit, unless your pants are really that important."

Katsuki grimaces, but sits. The sand already feels gritty on his bare calves and he can’t wait to be showering for weeks until it’s gone, but the stupid nerd seems completely unaffected.

"Why the fuck did you want me to come out here?"

"Do you remember what this beach used to look like?"

Katsuki blinks at the non-sequitur. It's been a good few years since he saw Dagobah Beach, but he does vaguely remember.

"It was a dump, yeah? The city finally grow a pair and convince someone to clean the shit?"

"No," Deku says, a small secretive smile on his face, "I did."

"What? When the hell  you'd have time for that?"

Deku trains and works just as much as he does, there's absolutely no way he's had time to do all this damn work.

The other hunches over, tightening the grip he has on his knees.

"When I first trained with All Might, before I got One For All."

Katsuki had known, intellectually, that Deku had done training for UA and for his quirk. What he had expected was probably more along the lines of a private gym and not...this...

"Didn't this place have appliances and shit? I'm pretty sure I remember a car."

Deku laughs.

"Yep! It did! I saved the heaviest stuff for the end, of course!"

The thought of tiny middle school Deku lifting refrigerators and hauling around cars should be laughable. Looking at him now, with what he's done since, it's obvious in hindsight that he would've absolutely done crazy shit like that.

Katsuki whistles.

"Damn. How much can you lift now?"

"More than you!" 

"I sincerely fucking doubt it."

"Mmm, you can but you'd be wrong!"

The troubling thing is, that Katsuki isn't actually sure that he wouldn't win. Fucking Deku. Time to change the subject.

"Sounds like this shit was rough."

"Totally! It was ten months of absolute hell. But it was worth it." 

"Got a stupid powerful quirk and a dad too."

Deku snorts.

"Kacchan! All Might does not act like my dad!"

The blond sends his companion a dubious look.

"You're so fucking dumb sometimes."

Deku shoves him, the menace, so he shoves him back.

"Kacchan," Deku shakes his head, a smile playing on his lips, "It's not just about being strong enough for my quirk, even though that was the purpose. People come here now. They have fun. It's a better place. It...feels good to have had a part in that."

Of course, Deku would be soft to that kind of sentimentality. 

"It looks good," Katsuki says and Deku's smile grows twice as wide before faltering.

"Me and All Might...we still come here sometimes."

It's said softly and quiet, like a secret. And it is, Katsuki realizes, a secret held from everyone, including himself. Deku isn't looking at him, staring off into the lapping waves of the sea. Probably expecting Katsuki to be mad. And maybe he is, a thrill of it running through him at being left out like this for years. But it doesn't control him, not anymore. He understands the relationship between Deku and All Might will always be something just between them, just as his own relationship to the man won't include Deku all the time. 

This was a show of trust, probably the last bit that Deku was withholding, deservedly. This show of said trust cements something within Katsuki, something he's been meaning to do for a while, but kept holding back for the stupidest fucking reasons. It's now or never, or something is going to fester.

"I'm glad you told me," he finally says to Deku, who startles and looks fully at Katsuki again.

"I guess I thought you'd be more upset?"

"I'm a little fucking furious but ignoring it. You're allowed to have some secrets, you know."  

"Ah," Deku says, barely more than a soft exhale.

"But. It reminded me that I have something to tell you too."

"What, Kacchan?"

"I'm sorry. Sorry for all that shit in our childhood. I was fucking horrible to you and you needed better than me."

"Oh," says Deku, "I...uh...you didn't need to."

"Need to what?"

"Apologize. I can tell already from your actions, Kacchan. But thank you."

"I don't need to fucking do anything. It's about what you deserve. You deserved friends, people to support you. So you...don't have to forgive me. This is just me. Apologizing."

Deku frowns.

"Kacchan...I've always forgiven you. I've always known you were capable of great things. I've already told you this, but...you're my image of victory still, you know?" The smile Deku gives him is warm and the words leave him feeling off-kilter and vulnerable. Katsuki half wants to explode that soft stupid look and half wants to...

He wants to shut that feeling up, thanks.

"Still, I could've fucking just not been an ass. Might've helped."

"It's not like you would've helped anyway. Nobody wants to be friends with the kid that teachers hate. And being quirkless...it was enough for most."

"Including my stupid ass."

Because he hadn't realized it until now, but teachers had constantly singled Deku out during school. Even on the day that middle school asshole had listed out who was going to UA. There had been no reason to do that, no reason to get more of the class to mock Deku, because the teacher had to have known what had happened. 

"You deserved better," is all Katsuki can say again, feeling helpless and frustrated and most of all angry at himself, at the dumbass kids in his old middle school, at the teacher who should've fucking known betetr.

Deku just makes a low noise and it's impossible to determine whether it's agreement or disagreement.

"Haah!? You're so annoying! I'm just...ugh...trying to say...you're tough but you deserved more than having to be that way, okay?"

Deku giggles and it sounds a little off, but he at least leans further into Katsuki, rather than away.

"Kacchan has a weird way with compliments," the little shit says, bumping him with an elbow.

"Shut the fuck up."

There's a quiet moment. The sound of water and birds all that is present.

"You're too nice," Katsuki finally says, "There's one more thing I need to apologize for."

"What?"

"I shouldn't have told you to fucking kill yourself, shouldn't have done all that shit to our notebook, and definitely shouldn't have burnt you."

Deku has tensed beside him, coiled like a prey animal, ready to spring up and flee. It looks like he had been trying to ignore that part.

"You don't have to forgive me for that shit. Wouldn't blame you if you told me to fuck off for it. You can even hit me if you want."

There is a pause and Deku shifts slightly. 

Suddenly, a fist crashes into the side of Katsuki's face. He lands hard, sand getting into his mouth.

"The fuck?" He mumbles, spitting out the sand.

Deku just gives him a smug smile.

"You said I could hit you."

"That's fair but...damn. Coulda waited until we were out of this nasty shit."

Katsuki sits up, rubbing his cheek. Deku is stupid strong without his quirk (which considering the cars he's apparently hauling, duh), so the punch had some sting to it.

"I did say I forgive you Kacchan, but that doesn't mean that you didn't seriously test my patience. You know how much those notebooks mean to me!"

There's no mention of the other things, which could be good or bad. Katsuki doesn't want to press too hard on any old wounds.

"I'll buy you a new one," he eventually grunts out.

Deku looks at him in disbelief.

"Kacchan it has been literal years."

"Still. I'll get you a new one, IOU and all." He'll buy Deku twenty of the fucking things if he needs them.

Deku is still looking at him like he's never seen him before. Eventually he rolls his eyes and returns to his previous sitting position.

"You know...I thought of sending you a box of spiders once," Deku says out of fucking nowhere.

"The hell?"

"You really pissed me off sometimes. So I'd think of dumb stuff like that to get you back. I guess I thought it would be a funny way to pay you back."

"I probably deserved it."

"Probably!" Deku instantly agrees, laughing, the fucker.

It's then that Katsuki realizes the other has drawn closer. There's a barrier that neither had realized between them that's falling. Deku's arm is touching Katsuki's. It's a warm, firm presence and he has to fight the urge to lean into it further.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm very glad Kacchan is here with me," Deku murmurs, looking at him with lidded, soft eyes, "I'm glad we're working together to become stronger, I'm glad we're friends. I never thought we could be this close and I'm so glad."

It's over-emotional, like Deku always fucking is. But the atmosphere is different than it usually is and Deku is so close. All this leads to words slipping out before Katsuki can clamp his mouth closed.

"I can't imagine doing it without you."

Deku's eyes immediately become watery.

"Kacchan..."

"Shut up Deku," Katsuki growls out, embarrassed.

Deku manages to mostly reign it in, letting out only a small sniffle. But he ends up leaning even closer into Katsuki. He's warm and makes Katsuki feel warm and he hesitates to push Deku off.

There's another quiet moment, but the tension is gone. It's comfortable.

So of course Deku breaks it again.

"Let's invite the rest of the class here."

"Hell no, this shits ours now. Those losers will constantly be here."

"So not even for graduation?"

"Graduation, sure, whatever," Katsuki grumbles. At least then everyone will be too busy, unlike now when everyone will desperately try to slip out of class to go to the beach.

Izuku laughs, soft and sweet. The moonlight hits so his skin glows, hair dark save for a few green shimmers where the light hits. Out here there are a few more stars than can be seen in the city and under them Deku looks stupidly beautiful. He's closer than Katsuki first believed, chin almost touching his shoulder, big bright eyes focused entirely on Katsuki.

So he ends up doing an incredibly stupid thing without thinking, he leans forward and presses his on the other's lips. Katsuki leans into it before abruptly realizing what he's doing and jerking away. 

"Fuck."

Deku just looks stunned, lips parting and a hand going up to touch them.

"Fuck, sorry, I shouldn't have- not after- ugh," he roughly slides a hand through his hair, sand falling out and getting on his face.

A soft, breathy laugh comes from Deku.

"Kacchan, you're being stupid."

"Haah!?"

He smiles at Katsuki.

"I've loved Kacchan since forever, so this is okay."

"What?"

Katsuki feels like the world has just shifted sideways and out from under him. He'd thought he'd understood Deku now, but clearly something huge had been lost in translation.

"I've always loved Kacchan so it's what makes you so easy to forgive," Deku blushes, "And if Kacchan wanted to kiss me...I'd be okay with that."

Horrifyingly, Katsuki might be blushing himself. But this. This works out. There may still be things unsaid between them that may come up, but this is a start. And it's a start he needs to grab hold of before it slips away.

"Then we're doing this fucking right, nerd."

"Huh?"

"Two days from now. After holidays and when we're back at the dorms. I'm taking you on a date. Wear your nice shit, I know you have some."

Deku actually fucking squeals and almost chokes him out with an impromptu hug, sand going absolutely everywhere.

"Are we dating!?"

"Of course we're fucking dating, what did you think I just asked?" 

Deku almost crushes him again before he feels pressure on his lips. Deku's kissing him quick and hard, almost bruising, before darting away while blushing.

"I'll see you tomorrow at the train station, Kacchan!" His smile is half manic and he darts down the street so quick it's almost like he's using his quirk.

Stupid nerd.

Katsuki stands, and of course. Of fucking course. Sand is sticking everywhere. Fucking absolutely everywhere.

But even the gross sand can't dampen Katsuki's own answering manic smirk. 

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[sexyshakespeare]

bkdk k-pop (BTS) AU: Chapter 2- Half A Spot

It was choreography lessons starting today, and Bakugou was pumped. He was going to kill this session- AND trump any move that that Midoriya fellow had up his sleeve. Izuku Midoriya- maybe he was talented and kind of a genius- or maybe he just got lucky that day at auditions. If they were both competing for the same spot- there’s no way someone like him could win this. 

Katsuki followed his green head across the room as he bowed and smiled at everybody. Does he really think he can gain brownie points by just smiling with his stupid freckles and his pretty face. Like hell. Skill and a powerful aura like his own will definitely take precedence. He can wipe the floor with everyone else in this group.

Izuku.. even the kanji was all wrong- it looked more like a De-ku to him, worthless- just a smiling face. However, through the morning, Deku had kept pace with him, he got his positions right, he wasn’t one step behind or one step ahead of the choreographer. Katsuki wasn’t going to stoop down to that level of considering sabotage to secure his spot- but it looked like the rest of the room was ready to do it. It was lunch time now, and Deku was walking towards him, towel over his neck. Sweaty bastard, coming over to play nice with his rival- the balls on this guy. But Bakugou wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. He would stay stoic, and practically stone faced- no matter how nice he was. “Kacchan right? I saw you dance today for the first time- you’re amazing?? I can’t believe I get to dance with you- it’s great to be able to keep pace with you so far!”, he smiled up at him meekly. It was clear the man meant well, and it was a genuine compliment. Izuku was in fact blown away by the guy. He could see now why the company wanted him, even if he had a temper. He’d be an asset- his stamina, his will power and how he bursts with energy at every jump- Katsuki Bakugou was a force to be reckoned with. “Ka-WHAT??” There goes his plan to stay stone faced. “What the hell did you call me??”, his face went redder by the second. His competition, a grown ass man had just dared to call him ‘chan’, in front of 20 other people, no less. “Oh uhh- Kacchan.. like Katsuki-chan”, Izuku blanched a little seeing his face. “YEAH I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME- I’M BAKUGOU SAN TO YOU GOT IT??” He was raging, and he wasn’t entirely sure why. If anybody else had said it, they’d have gotten the cold shoulder and a silent death stare. This man, however, was crossing the line and he deserved an earful for it. Bakugou was redder than a tomato as he sputtered and yelled in his face while the producers and choreographers watched. Deku shrunk visibly, “Right right- Bakuou san! I’m s-sorry- I didn’t mean to upset you- just calm down will you? You look like you’re about to get a heart attack- Don’t get me wrong, you look very young but there’s new statistics coming out every day about younger people getting heart attacks- a-and that’s the last thing I want for you Kach-BAKUGOU SAN”

Katsuki stopped, his mouth wide open. The red on his face didn’t seem to be going away. Piece of shit was concerned for his heart now?? That’s when he noticed the mess he’d caused- everyone was watching the scene, pitying Deku and villainizing him instead no doubt. With a heavy sigh and a hand raised to his forehead, he took a few deep breaths before nodding indignantly. After waiting a bit for the rest to return to their lunches, he turned to the greenet, having cornered him into the wall. Bending down a little to put his face very close to his, something he hadn’t pulled on anyone till his rowdier days in high school, he whispered harshly, “Just- stay out of my damn way- and don’t you dare patronize me- I know your game, and I’m winning this- DEKU-“ His red pupils glinted at him menacingly. He wasn’t here to make friends. Izuku looked up at him, a little terrified at his behaviour. He blinked at him, confused at this response to his friendliness. Guess Kacchan really- really didn’t like him. They were competing for the same spot, but none of his words had been patronizing- he’d meant every one. Could he perhaps, explain that to the explosive blond male bending over him like he’d break his legs any second..? No, he probably shouldn’t even try. His emerald green eyes looked into his for a second before darting away. He held his hands up against the other’s chest in defense. “I understand- I won’t bother you again..”, his voice was solemn as he gave in, not wanting to make matters worse. “Good-“, the blond said in finality and backed away at the touch of his hand. A small wave of embarrassment washed over him at his own behaviour. He really was behaving like a child around him, and he didn’t like it either. Katsuki was still pretty worked up however. “..Deku?”, the other male’s voice sounded questioningly. Without a second’s hesitation the words shout out of his mouth, “Worthless- because that’s what you are-“ Katsuki’s stone face was finally making an appearance. He turned and walked away then, taking a bite out of his sandwich. He was starving, and that’s all he’d managed to get to eat for the day. As he took another bite, he felt himself calming down. He’d been shitty to this Midoriya, but he had to give it his all- he had to get this job, even if it meant intimidating the other guy out of it. Izuku, back where he’d left him, was frowning. The word stuck in his mind- worthless. He’d felt that way for the better part of his life, having to struggle through school, put himself through several jobs and have to be at home to take care of his mother. He had known he was nothing special. But he had kept on believing anyway- that the school dances and the neighborhood crew hadn’t meant nothing. He’d worked hard every damn day of his life, to get what he wants, and he’d kept on believing. Someone like this blond, coming in here and blowing everyone away with his skills- he was a genius, he’d been marvelled at from the get-go and Izuku could see that. But someone like him- perfect in every way- he couldn’t tear down his dream with one word. Izuku would not let him. Kacchan will just have to see for himself, how much value he had, and he would show him for the rest of the week till he himself got picked for the spot. With a look of strong resolve on his face, Izuku joined the group after he finished eating his packed katsudon. The rest of the day went well, Katsuki and Izuku seemed to be competing more now, or so it seemed to the producers. They were both impeccable, and wouldn’t miss a beat. The sweatier and more tired they got, the harder they focused on their movements. As different as they both were from each other, this was how they came together- the same, relentless perseverance and hunger to be better than they last were. That was the last time they spoke to each other for the week. As the days of went on, they each came to the studio, glared at each other from across the room, and followed the instructor’s routine. Then they’d sit very far from each other for lunch, and resume the session after, till evening time. On the very last day of choreography week, the company staff had prepared a closing speech and snacks. Katsuki stood by the table, stuffing cake in his mouth between taking big gulps of water. He clapped and bowed like everybody else when the producer was done speaking his bit. This was it- they’d reveal who wins the spot today. They’d had a week to decide, it was now or never. And sure enough, the head choreographer came by. “Bakugou- we’d like you to stay till after everyone leaves-“, he said quietly with a smile. It was the kind of confident smile you give a winner when breaking the good news. Bakugou practically beamed at the man and nodded gratefully. He even bowed a little and watched him go.   I did it.. I got the job.. He waited for the others to leave, his head swimming with all the things that would change in his life. He’d be able to move to a better apartment, finally- maybe pay off some loans he’d taken. He’d be able to buy a car!? And best of all, he could dance as much as he wanted- no more having to scrape shit off of pans and wait tables for extra cash.

A glowing Bakugou waited and smiled at the producers one by one, who smiled back. The room cleared out slowly but surely, and before he knew it- it was just him standing in front of them. He couldn’t keep it in anymore, so he moved forward to shake their hands, smiling much wider than they’d seen him do so far. He opened his mouth to say the words, when somebody else seemed to beat him to it. “Thank you so much for the opportunity sir- I won’t disappoint you! I can’t believe it!”, his voice sounded loud and clear. Katsuki turned to see motherfucking Deku- beaming and shaking hands with the company officials- even the staff, the lighting and camera crew. What the fuck was happening? 

“What- what’s the meaning of this-“, the blond started. Izuku seemed to notice him then too, and his smile was slowly disappearing. He was confused now, he’d been sure the producer had asked him to stay back, so why was Katsuki Bakugou here with him?? “Uh- is there another round for us to go through?”, the greenet could only think of this explanation, his eyes not leaving the other’s feral gaze. One of the music producers stepped forward with a reassuring smile. She looked at the other officials before continuing, “Well, this season, we were supposed to only have one spot open for hire- we were going to put your talents to use wherever we needed you- maybe groom you further to go solo- but..” She smiled wider and raised her hands, as if in awe. The other man took over then, “But we figured you’re both so good- and so well tuned with each other- we could take you both, make an exception! Our choreographers were very impressed with your form and style-“ The head choreographer continued, “We put our heads together and decided there’s something for the both of you if things go as planned-“ The two rivals stood still, listening to their words. Izuku looked at Katsuki, then looked back at the man. “Well- that’s fine by me, as long as I get the job- I’m happy for.. Bakugou san as well”, he ventured slowly, his eyes trailing back to the blond’s face. Katsuki on the other hand, kept silent. They both get the job? Something was up- this was Big Hit- they had very high selection criteria and you had to be lucky to get an audition slot, let alone get hired by them. He refused to believe another spot had magically been created to accommodate them both. “Well- you do both get the job.. “, the main producer continued, but his tone had changed. He looked visibly wary of saying the next part. “As long as you dance together- we’re thinking of putting you two in a group” The choreographer sipped at his coffee, his eyes darting between the clearly flustered Midoriya, and.. was Bakugou vibrating slightly? Oh dear.. “WHAT? US TOGETHER?? WHAT PART OF US SINGS HARMONY EXACTLY?”, the blond spat out- his finger jerked between Deku and himself. The head producer stepped forward to speak, but before he did, Bakugou yelled yet again directing his words at his competitor this time. “I WILL NOT TAKE HALF A SPOT- I’M TAKING HIS SPOT- DEKU’S SPOT IS MINE- I DESERVE AN ENTIRE SPOT-“ “Katsuki.. this is our final offer- if it’s not what you’re suited to- I’m sorry to say Izuku will be taking the job from you”, the man spoke with a steely gaze fixed on the exploding blond, who now seemed to deflate. “I speak on the behalf of the rest of the company in voicing our honest opinion- you did not make it easy for us to pick you after seeing your lack of cooperative spirit- and your temper”

He sounded even sterner. This was bad, Bakugou had already pushed his luck. “Having said that- the only reason you’re here now is merit- you earned your spot fair and square, our decision was based on us banking hard on your talent and work ethic- but if you do leave now, I think we might just dodge this bullet- save ourselves from dealing with your lack of sportsmanship later on-“ Bakugou stood there, humbled even somewhat humiliated. He bowed his head slightly and spoke in a low voice, “I.. apologize for my behaviour- I am very grateful for the opportunity- of course I will take it-“ That was the truth. He needed this job, even if it meant having to work together with this.. this.. “It’ll be great working with you Bakugou san!” He was beaming right at him, freckles and all.

Izuku wasn’t especially comfortable with the new arrangement, but seeing the blond’s demeanour change just now- it gave him hope. It had been clear to him over the week that Kacchan was a very proud young man- his ego knew no bounds. And yet, in this moment, he was willing to put it behind him for this job- that could only mean that he shared the same passion as him. He wanted this just as much. Katsuki tried to swallow the lump in his throat before letting out a deep breath. He turned to the other, and raised his hand to shake his. “The feeling’s.. mutual..”, he grumbled out the words- giving the distinct impression that the feeling was indeed, not mutual. “Brilliant! Good to see you two getting along- both very talented young men- we expect great things from you- we’ll be preparing to move you in with the other potential members-“ The words seemed to hang in the air, in some distant world from the one Katsuki was in. He stood with his hand clasped in Deku’s, his eyes fixed on his face. He really was smiling at him just now- didn’t this piss him off at all? Having to work together with him? After all the crap he’d said to him?? Izuku’s eyes locked on his. But suddenly they faltered and looked away, a faint blush formed on his cheeks. Fuck me. He’s cute too- goddammit. Bakugou frowned slightly and pulled his hand away from his. If they were going to be in a dance group- he was sure Deku looking like a goddamn bunny rabbit would earn him a higher position. All he could do was look angry- audiences didn’t like that. Big Hit would be training them to make their debut- something big, something flashy. As he turned to face the officials and nodded at the new information, he looked to his right, at his face. His eyes trailed down to his shoulders.. his chest.. his hips. With a little huff, he looked away. They’d be training to dance together- and this pretty, green dude would be taking center stage- of course he would.. with form like that- and a body like that.

As they left for the day with an address to move into, and a new schedule, new contacts to call for help, Midoriya found himself running to catch up to Bakugou in the lift again. He didn’t seem to be in a talking mood. “So.. I guess we’re going to be flatmates too huh- Bakugou san..”, he ventured slowly. His eyes looked over his face for signs he should back off. But there weren’t any. The blond seemed to have resigned himself to behave. “You don’t have to call me that- geez..” “Bakugou sa-?” “YEAH THAT- “, he snapped at him, then calmed down instantly. Guilt was eating away at him. He was supposed to live with the guy being chirpy as fuck like this? The honorifics had to stop. “Look uhh- we got off on the wrong foot last time we talked..”, Katsuki found himself talking to Midoriya’s feet. He couldn’t bear to be looking at his all-forgiving face right now. He’d fucked up, and he should apologize, so he was doing just that. “Just call me Katsuki- and that stuff was out of line- what I said to you about being worth-“ Izuku cut him off just then, with a big smile on his face, “Ah that’s alright- anyway, when you said Deku? It sounded more like ‘I can do it!’ to me- you can still call me that if you want Kacchan-“ The spiky haired blond looked up at him, his jaw dropping to the damn floor as the elevator doors opened. He followed after the zippy little shit as he went to catch his bus. “HEY- NOT THAT- NOT WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT WAS- YOU-“

All Deku responded with was a hand raised in a goodbye, and a smile stretched across his face ear to ear.  Katsuki couldn’t help but smirk at that. He raised his brow at him sitting in the window seat.

I’m not done with you, he texted him on the number he’d given him, then looked up at his face, smug.

A ping sounded, revealing the reply.

You can do whatever you want with me on Monday Kacchan, I’m not going anywhere.

Bakugou’s eyes caught on every word. He felt the corners of his lips go up, as he watched the bus crawl away, taking Deku with it. He looked so damn pleased with himself with his headphones on and his eyes closed.

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🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 033 [That’s Quick Match]

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〈“Don’t even hesitate a little, tell me. Don’t be alone and come to me. Don’t move a single inch when you’re alone. From now on, come with me.” C-Clown, “Justice”〉

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Toshi’s brow furrowed with worry. “What are you talking about, young Jen?”

“During my last match, I heard this voice in my head, but it wasn’t the first time. I heard the same voice when I lost control during the USJ incident.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this?” He demanded, his fists clenching at his sides.

I shrugged, picking at a loose thread on my PE pants. “I thought it was a stress-induced hallucination or some shit. Besides, you’ve been stressed about One for All and Zuku, and Aizawa is still recovering. I didn’t wanna bother either of you.”

“You’re never a burden,” he spoke softly, resting both of his hands on my shoulders. “What did this voice say?”

“At the USJ, he said I’m not strong enough, that he can’t show himself to me yet. ‘Only you have the power to stop Onodero’s return,’ he said.” I scoffed. “Like I’m some goddamn chosen one or some stupid shit. No fucking thank you, this ain’t a Shounen anime, my guy.”

“Onodero?” Toshi hummed, closing his eyes and holding his chin. “That name sounds familiar, but I’m drawing a blank here. Did he say anything else?”

“Said he knows everything about me and that he’s always with me.”

“Creepy,” his body shook, eyes wide.

“You’re fuckin’ telling me.”

He sighed, running his hand over his face. “For now, try not to worry about it too much. Stay focused on the festival and we’ll figure it out after, okay?”

I stood up, shoving my hands into my pockets. “Sure~” I stepped out of the room. I guess it’s a good thing that he didn’t recognize the name, that means whoever this fucker is, he ain’t an immediate threat. Maybe I should go grab my phone and see what Goggle has for me. I turned around, walking in the opposite direction.

“- disgracefully, Shoto.”

I stopped in my tracks before turning the corner. Shoto? Ain’t that Todoroki’s first name? I peered around the corner, seeing the large man with the flaming face.

“If you would simply use the power in your left side, you would have had an overwhelming victory in both of the first rounds. It’s time to stop this childish rebellion of yours. You have a duty to surpass that imbecile, All Might. Do you understand what I’m saying? You’re different from your siblings. You’re my greatest masterpiece.”

“Hah?!” I did my best impression of Bakugo’s bitch face as I rounded the corner, two pairs of eyes snapping to look at me. “First off, flame fuck, All Might ain’t an imbecile. You’re just pissy cause you can’t beat ’em.”

“What did you say?” He growled, standing up straight, the flames around his body flaring.

I smirked. “Did I hurt a nerve, big guy? By the way, I agree with you.” I pointed to Todoroki, who’s eyes widened in surprise. “That kid is a fucking masterpiece, but he ain’t yours by a long shot. That beautiful fucking painting right there belongs to class 1-A, you shouldn’t be so selfish, trying to keep him to yourself. Tsk tsk. That’s not very heroic of you, flame fuck.”

“You insolent, little -” his fists clenched, jaw set in anger.

Todoroki stepped forward, his voice full of anger. “I’ll win this and advance using only mom’s quirk. I won’t give you the pleasure of seeing me use yours.” He grabbed my wrist and tugged me along down the hall.

“Even if that works for you in this tournament, you’ll soon find the limits of that power.” He called after us, his voice condescending.

Before we turned the corner, I flicked him off over my shoulder. “Choke on a dick, flame fuck.”

When we were a safe distance away from the angry man, Todoroki released my wrist, glancing at me with an unreadable expression. “You shouldn’t have done that. Making him your enemy isn’t a smart move, Winchester.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” I threw my arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer as I ruffled his hair. “We in class A look out for our own, bro. I’ll make the whole world my enemy if that’s what it takes to protect you brats.”

He smiled softly, the first genuine smile I’ve ever seen from him. “Thank you.”

I smiled back. “You should get to your match, bro. Don’t let flame fuck get under your skin.”

He nodded, hesitating for a moment before walking away. I could feel the anger still surrounding his body, though, and he was obviously replaying the man’s words in his head. I sighed, rubbing the back of my head.

Damn edgelords, ya’ll gonna be the death of me, man.

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I stifled a yawn as I shuffled toward the seating area for class A. Ochaco noticed me approaching and jumped up from her seat beside Izuku, smiling brightly at me. “Jen! You were awesome in your matches!”

I scratched my cheek, plopping down between Bakugo and Kirishima, who were sitting in the row behind her. “Thanks, what I miss?”

She sat back down, angling her body so she didn’t have to turn her head to see me. “Well, after your first match ended, Honenuki took on Awase from class B!”

“It was a pretty one-sided match,” Sparky added with a cocky tone.

“I can hear you, you jerk!” Cried a male voice from the other side of the wall that separated classes A and B. I assumed that was Awase.

“You have no room to talk, Kaminari,” Kyoka commented, her lips twitching up as she crossed her arms. “Your match was over in seconds. That girl from class B took your strongest attack like it was nothing and then pushed you out of bounds while you walked around brain dead.”

His aura quickly darkened as he slid down in his seat, muttering under his breath.

“After that, Iida went up against Hatsume from the support course,” Zuku said. “He won, but…”

“She did him real dirty,” Kiri commented, crossing his arms over his chest. He glanced at the navy-haired male, leaning closer and lowering his voice. “She used him to show off her inventions and then gave up.”

“Damn that’s fucking brutal. I like it.” I grinned, making Kiri sweatdrop. “I need to meet this girl. I have a feeling we’d get along great.”

“You know, you can be really sadistic sometimes.”

“I take that as a compliment, Kirishima.”

“After your second match, Iida went against Shiozaki from class B,” Ochaco explained.

“The one that beat Kaminari in seconds,” Kyoka added with a snicker, making the blonde male whine in protest.

Ochaco continued, “He won by pushing her out of bounds, it was over pretty quickly!”

“Hmm, lots of quick matches, huh?”

“Then it was my turn,” Izuku smiled sheepishly, holding up his bandaged hands. “I faced off against Shinso from general studies and, well, you already know how that went.”

“The next battle was a complete massacre!” Kiri leaned forward. “Todoroki froze Sero in a huge chunk of ice! It ended just a few minutes before you arrived.”

Flex Tape sunk down in his seat. “The crowd was chanting for me, telling me not to worry, but it just made me feel worse…”

I hummed again, glancing at the screen that showed the rankings.

Alien is currently squaring off against Aoyama. She was easily dodging his laser, using her acid to skate around the arena before rushing in, covering his belt in acid. His pants fell down, exposing his tighty-whities. Mineta whined something about seeing the wrong kind of underwear before Alien finished off the match with a right hook under his jaw, knocking him unconscious.

Damn girl, you took the match and his dignity.

Midnight raised her arm. “Aoyama is unable to continue! Ashido advances to the next round!”

The next match was between Fumi and Momo. Nothing against her, but I really hope Fumi and Shadow advance, not that I’m biased or anything. My eyes flickered to the screen again. “My next match is against Iida, huh.”

Kiri leaned closer, lowering his voice. “Do you think you can beat him, Winchester?”

Bakugo scoffed. “Of fucking course she can. He’s not as strong as we are!”

He laughed. “I’m up after Tokoyami, so I’m gonna go to the waiting room.”

“Don’t fucking let that extra win,” Bakugo muttered.

“Go kick some ass, Kiri.” I grinned, giving him a thumbs up. I think Toshi is starting to rub off on me. Not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

He smiled happily, his cheeks dusting as he rubbed the back of his head. “Thanks, guys!”

When Fumi’s match began, he wasted no time in attacking Momo. She made a shield to block the attacks, which Shadow focused on. Every time she tried to make a weapon, Shadow would attack and break her focus before she could. It wasn’t long before she was pushed out of bounds. Momo looked completely crushed by the result, poor thing.

Fumi returned to the seating area, sitting down in front of me. I threw my arms around his neck, his soft feathers brushing my cheek. “You were awesome, Fumi.”

He smiled, patting my arm. “Thank you, Jen-san. You did beautifully, as well.”

“Hey, I did most of the work!” Shadow appeared, his arms crossed and a pout on his face. “Praise me, too, Jen!”

I chuckled, pulling away from Fumi so I could pat Shadow on the head. “You were awesome out there, I’m really proud of you, Shadow.”

His cheeks lit up as he headbutted my hand with his head before throwing his arms around me, nuzzling his beak against my chest. “So warm~”

Fumi sighed deeply, resting his hand over his beak. “Please control yourself, Dark Shadow…”

“You’re just jealous!” Shadow huffed, tightening his grip around me.

Ochaco giggled, her hand over her mouth as her cheeks turned pink. “That is too cute!!”

Shadow smiled at her, moving closer so she could pat him on the head. I chuckled. What a little attention whore.

The battle between Kirishima and Tetsutetsu was… uh… interesting, I guess? While Kiri can harden his skin to stone, Tetsu can harden his to steel. Naturally, the battle ended in a complete draw, leaving both boys unconscious. Midnight said that they’d decide the winner via an arm-wrestling match once both of them recovered. And then finally, it was time for Bakugo to face off against Ochaco.

I followed the blonde down the dark hallway, my hands stuffed into my pockets. “Hey, Bakuhoe.”

“Stop calling me that, dumbass.” He grunted, his own hands shoved into his pockets.

“You’re gonna give it everything you got, huh?” I asked, glancing at his back.

“Of fucking course I am! It would be pointless if I didn’t!”

I sighed deeply, throwing my arm around his neck and pulling him to my side. “Just… don’t kill her okay? If you do, you’re gonna have a lynch mob coming after your ass, and I’m gonna be leading those fuckers. Got me?”

He grunted again.

“The twelfth and final battle of the second round of matches – he was kind of a hotshot in middle school –”

Bakugo paused in the doorway. “Oi, dumbass.”

“Yes, Bakuhoe?”

He was silent for a moment, his shoulders tense. I was beginning to wonder if he was gonna say anything when he finally spoke up, his voice so low I almost didn’t hear him. “…call me Katsuki.”

I raised a brow at his back as he stepped out into the light of the arena. Well, that was fucking unexpected. Did hell just freeze over?

“– and just look at that determined face! From the hero course, Katsuki Bakugo! Versus! The one I’m personally rooting for –”

I sweatdropped. Oi, ain’t that cockatiel supposed to be impartial and not take sides? I mean, I get it, it’s Ochaco we’re talking about, but still.

“Also from class 1-A, Ochaco Uraraka! Let the twelfth match… BEGIN!!”

I clapped my hands together, holding them up in front of me and closing my eyes. Oh great and powerful god, Wade Wilson, please don’t let this precious cinnamon roll get hurt too badly! Grant this plea to this unworthy soul and I vow to spread your message of chimichangas and sass to the world!

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