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jihyuniepark · 1 year

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Done With Life Or Nah?

Thank you so much for supporting part one. I'm really glad you guys like it a lot. So here's another part for you guys to enjoy

Summary: You're already losing yourself. But what happens if someone you love and you thought cares about you, hurt you? You already feel like ending it all, maybe he could help you. Help you end everything. The pain, the suffering. After all, he didn't really love you right? Or maybe you could start a new life?

Warning: Cursing, Depression, Loosing a limb(it's on part one), angst, suicidal thoughts. (Tell me if I need to add anything else)

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Maybe- "Y/n~" a voice shocks you before you could even use the knife. 'Toga' you thought, putting the knife away 'maybe not today' you quickly made your way to the door. "Yeah? Need something?" You raised an eyebrow at her. Brows furrowed at the way she had her hair down. She grins sheepishly and nodded her head. "You know how Kurogiri went out a couple days ago right?. He wants to meet ya" an awkward silence falls upon both of you. You nodded your head and followed Toga to meet Kurogiri.

"Hello dear. I guess you already know that I ask Toga to bring you here" he questioned which you nodded as an agreement. "Well regarding you um- hands" he stops abruptly and chuckles nervously as he can feel Dabi throwing daggers at him. "Would appreciate it if you stop looking at me like that" he mumbled before continuing "I bought a lil present for you" he brought out a box and put it in front of you. Silently asking you to open it. So you did with a little struggle of course, you only have one perfect hand anyway. Inside you see robotic hands if that even makes sense "I thought it would be great for you. Plus it is also built to handle a quirk so you can still use it with your immobilised hands". He went on nervously but stopped when he saw tears in yours eyes "Why my dear do you not like it? I'm sorry I thought you would like since you know-" he shut his mouth when you made your way towards him and hugged him as tightly as you can "Thank you Kuku you're the best" while wailing in happiness that someone actually thought about you other than Dabi and Toga of course.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see Dabi's soft smiles but it seems like you're not the only one "Someone smiling" Toga yells teasingly "Shut up you psychopath" Dabi rolled his eyes while Toga giggled as a reply. "Awwwww someone getting soft" "I said shut the fuck up"

You can feel the warmth in your chest blooming. This is the feeling that you've been wanting to feel. The feeling of being cared for, appreciated and happy. The suicidal thought is now being pushed at the back of your mind. At the moment, you want to savour the feelings and memories forever. A laugh interrupted from you by watching those two bickering tears of happiness forming in your eyes.

Everyone went quiet for a hot second before they followed you. "There's the laugh I've been waiting for" Dabi mumbled. He's happy for you to finally find a light in your life even if it is the slightest bit of lighting. His eyes snap at the door near the meeting room, he can see the door opened the slightest bit and a bit of blue hair can be seen. He bit his words and let it died in his mouth, not wanting to ruin this mood. After all his favourite girl is finally out of her shell.

As you are retreating to your room, a voice calls out for you "You don't want to try it on?". You turned your back to see Dabi raising his eyebrows while drinking some wine "Didn't know you're a wine man" "There are a lot you don't know about me, princess" he chuckles. "Yeah Y/n try it! I bet it will look so cool! Or ugly. Sorry, my bad!" Twice yell. All of them look so eager to see you try it out. You take a deep breath "Does it need to be charged tho?" You ask Kurogiri. Silent takes over the room before once again the laugh interrupted. "Just imagine it ran out of battery while on the battlefield" spinner snickers. "Stop I can't" you laugh out loud. Even Kurogiri smiles widely at the accusations "Don't worry my dear. It uses batteries, pretty sure it could last almost a year" "That's good to know. I don't know what will happen if what spinner says happened" you giggled. "I'll be there to rescue you princess" Dabi says teasingly makes you roll your eyes "Sure Sure"

Slowly you connect the robotic hand with your left hand. Turn it on and double check to make sure it is on the right way. After a couple minutes, you try to light a fire and it "It works!" Toga exclaims excitedly. "Try to change the colour dear" Mr. Compress asked. You immediately change it to a blur colour almost like Dabi's fire. "I am impressed Kurogiri. I wonder where you got this from" You asked. He smiles in response while giving a sign that it is a secret. "Now we could go on a mission together! Not that I want to. Sorry!" Twice smiles. You nod while smiling brightly.

"Now who wants some food?"

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It is almost midnight when you sit on the rail on the rooftop. Breathing and taking in the beautiful scenery of Japan. You can't help but think about Dabi. The way he is always taking care of you. The way it treats you like you're the most fragile thing in the world. So soft and passionate. You smile while looking at the sky. Your body shivers by the cold breeze that hits your bare skin. The more you think about him. The more you feel like he's something to you. What are these feelings? Adoration? Love? Friends? Respect? You shook your head to clear up your mind.

You close your eyes, breathing in the fresh air. You barely notice the sounds of the door opening and the sound of heavy footsteps running towards you before all of the sudden you are being pulled back into a warm embrace. Snapping you out of your trance "What the fuck, Princess? Trying to get yourself killed?!" He yelled and you immediately recognised his voice,Dabi. "Woah there. A little warning next time perhaps-?" "Warning?! You are the one that needs to warn me!" "What? I did nothing!" "Yeah? Almost giving me a heart attack by sitting on the rail?" "You do it all the time, Dabi" you rolled your eyes, getting annoyed at this one fine hypocrite of a man. "That's a different story" "Same" "Different" "SAME" "Alright princess you win this time. Next time it's mine". You laughed happily at your win. He smiled obviously glad to see you all smiling again.

"You okay?" Dabi asked. You sighed "Just thinking about it" you replied, snuggling more into his warmth and he let you. "You shouldn't. Just forget about it. Continue with your life" "I couldn't help but think if I could have done it differently you know like" you stop abruptly noticing the side eyes he is giving you. "What?" "I'd rather have you all to myself princess " you blush at his response. Butterfly dancing in your stomach. "Dabi-" "Touya" you looked at him confused, a frown clearly on your face.

Straining your neck in the process. "It's, it's my name princess" he looked away face red. You frown gradually turning into a grin. "Touya?" You tested the name on your tongue. A shiver went through him at the sounds of his name. It's been such a long time since someone said it. "What's the occasion?" "Just making you as a special someone" You turned around so quick to look at him. "Dabi- Touya? What?" "So what's the answer princess?" Your heart beats for him and only for him. "Are you joking around?" There were tears in your eyes threatening to fall down. "No I'm not".

You smile at him, putting your face closer. When your lips meet and he's kissing you softly like he scares you're going to break. Both of you pull away for air "Does that answer it?" You giggle. "Hmmm I don't know. Maybe you need to try again" he smiled softly. His nose is touching yours as he watches you laugh. "That's not good. I need to show you more"

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Thank you so much for reading this🥰 I really hope you like it. I'm sorry for the late update. Life has been hectic recently. I'm not sure if I can accept some request but I'll find time to do it if you do Requests. This is basically the happy ending but if you want more extending one be sure to let me know. I'm working on the sad one so please do wait for that one. Love you guys ❣️

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ramenaddicted · 2 years

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I am planning a new fic.

It's an angst fic it's a whallop of angst, cheating, emotionally cheating, and basically people who should be in therapy but who are not so they use their significant other as their emotional battery.

Starring you, Shoto, Momo, and Tenya.

It's still in the WIP stage but I can't wait to actually post the first chapter.

#ramenwrites #yaz talks #bhna angst #bnha writing #bnha wip #shoto angst

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spliffymae · 1 year

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TOUCH ME.

synopsis: dabi hates being touched—always has. he hates people touching him. he hates people in general. but there’s something about the cute doctor in his apartment building…who just so happens to be his ex.

⚠️exboyfriend!dabi, swearing, smut, dabi got a dick piercing, pet names (doll, babe, angel…), mentions of drug use, slight pain kink if you squint, aggressive sex, possessive!dabi, reader and dabi are toxic, reader has no backbone when it comes to dabi (sorry not sorry😭) MINORS DNI ! 18+

kio’s notes - i need to catch up on mha but it is so hard to watch anime after reading/writing fics 😭 i can’t watch it the same as i used to.

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there was this annoying tune stuck in your head. you couldn’t tell from where but it was one of those tunes you couldn’t help but hum to yourself. the title of the song, who sung it, it’s significance—it all was a blur in your brain.

so as you rummaged in the cabinet under your sink, you hummed the soon to be dreadful tune as you searched for the white tin first aid kid you had.

you could hear the groans coming from your living room, but you drowned them out with the tune as you moved stuff around the cabinet to get the kit.

“doll! any time you want to join’ll be great!” you heard dabi cry from the other room, his voice strained. you rolled your eyes at his impatience. you literally stepped away from him for like two minutes. it wasn’t like he was dying.

“coming, coming.” you mumbled more to yourself than him. you were tired, it was late, and yet here you were getting ready to patch up one of your rudest and most annoying clients.

as your sock clad feet padded back to the living room, you could hear dabi’s winces and groans. “here’s what i don’t understand,” you started once you got in his eyesight, sitting on the coffee table in front of him. he was manspread on your couch, right hand putting pressure on his left shoulder. he had gotten a large gash on his shoulder, and had popped his staple stitches.

“there is a perfectly good, twenty-four-hour clinic for you villainous beings, and yet you come to me. even though i charge double what the clinic does.” you criticize, smacking his hand away so you can look at the wound. you had given him a cold rag and the instruction to apply pressure while you searched for the med kit.

the bleeding had calmed down, and allowed you to properly disinfect the wound. dabi had winced as you cleaned him, but it fell on deaf ears. “easy, doll. not like i’m invincible to the feeling.”

he grabbed your wrist to stop you. the cotton pad soaked in anti-bacteria liquid was now stained with his blood. you looked at him with tired eyes. you wanted to make this as quick and efficient as possible so he could leave.

“be gentle with me, pretty. took a big hit tonight.” he let out a grunt as he tried to straighten up his seat.

you shrugged, not caring, “your fault.” you mumbled, taking up a new cotton ball and soaking it in the liquid before cleaning his cut again. you pushed harder into the wound, getting dabi to groan and smack your hand away.

“fuck’s sake, (y/n). just because it’s purple doesn’t mean i lost feeling! the shit hurts!” he had narrowed his eyes at you, jaw clenched and pissed.

“listen, it’s late and you came in unannounced, without so much as a heads up. you got your blood on my carpet and couch pillow…so clearly we’re not having consideration for each other.” you were sarcastic, your tone indicating that he had pushed your patience to your limit in the couple minutes you had spent mending his wound.

“you are more than welcome to get out and go to your underground villain clinic.” you sat back to give him space, an indication you were one step away from just going back to sleep and leaving him to solve his problem on his own. you were already dressed the part—a black oversized tee with nothing but your panties underneath. orange knee high fuzzy socks and your all might bonnet. you were prepared to have a personal night-in.

frankly, had dabi been courteous enough to send you a text to see if you were even home, you would be a lot nicer. but polite was not dabi.

no, sliding your bedroom window up and coming into your room unannounced was dabi. he climbed the fire escape of your building until he got to your room, about two stories up from the ground. his shoes were muddy, but he didn’t care as he stepped onto your plush white rug, his crimson blood flowing down his arm and dropping at his fingers. the white of the faux fur was hues of red and pink now. your brown hardwood floors showed the trail he walked when leaving your room to the couch.

“bro, i have a friggin door!” you exclaimed. he had come in during your binge watching, interrupting the finale of the show you had put two months into watching. the giant bowl of popcorn you had now grew stale as it sat on your counter.

dabi didn’t say anything. he bit back the rude comment that lied on his tongue. he could’ve gone to the clinic. twice had offered to take him, but he declined. he wanted to come to you. wanted you to make him better.

“m’good right here, angel.” his lips formed a smirk. he was still breathing hard, still in pain—probably more now that the adrenaline he had died down. his way of letting you know he would ease up and take the pain without complaining.

you nodded and continued to clean. this time, to prevent him from speaking, you hummed the tune to distract yourself.

“fuck that song.” dabi groaned, throwing his head back.

your ears perked up. maybe now you could finally figure out the name of the song. “what’s it called again? s’been stuck in my head all day.” you asked him. if he was going to be taking up your night the least he could do is provide relief to you, having been stuck with the tune all day and night.

“some song by the weeknd. i think it’s called acquainted or some dumb name like that.”

you smiled, “didn’t take you for a weeknd listener.”

back when you two were dating, dabi’s music interest was rock, metal—what anyone who looked at him thought he listened to. he also had a few trap, hip hop and old school gangsta rap artists in his rotation, but stayed away from rnb.

you on the other hand, were like if erykah badu, jasmine sullivan, and jhene aiko had a baby. you were a soul child at heart and we’re always listening to “some rnb song” as dabi would call it. he really would only listen to rnb if he were with you. never on his own. so for him to know the song and it to be an rnb song, you were impressed.

dabi chuckled. you expected a cute comment to follow, you weren’t going to lie. maybe something like ‘you were always listening so i gave him a try’ or along those lines.

but what you got instead was completely uncalled for.

“fucked a girl to it a couple weeks ago. she had a solid playlist.” he laughed to himself with a smug smirk on his face.

and instantly, at the mention of him being with someone else, your mood changed. was it jealousy? was it anger? sadness?

whatever it was, it caused you to take up the anti-bacteria bottle and squeeze the liquid right into his wound. dabi jolted, the stinging sensation was strong and he swore he heard his body start to fizz at the reaction.

“motherfucker!” he groaned, jumping up from the couch. his eyes were closed shut and he hissed, clenching his jaw to grit through the pain. he was feeling dizzy from it, and his body started to get hot.

you were satisfied, on the outside. but on the inside you felt a crack in your heart. but you masked it. you stood up from the table, the tin that was on your lap now in your hand. you threw it on the couch lazily. “clean your fucking self up.” you mumbled.

the plan was to walk away from him. to go back to your room and retreat under the covers until you heard him slam your door as he left. that’s what you decided would happen, what you would do. but in typical dabi fashion, he did the opposite.

he grabbed your wrist with his good hand and spun you around to face him. “why the fuck would you do that?!”

“why the hell are you fucking other bitches?!” you spat back.

lord, it was two-thirty in the morning and you were yelling at a man who had his upper body’s skin basically torn open. the bleeding had stopped, but he still needed to be patched up. stitches replaced.

dabi snorted, “that’s what that was for? you’re jealous? c’mon babe,” he pulled you closer, “would it make you feel better if i said her pussy wasn’t as good as yours? didn’t make me cum as fast? didn’t suck me in just how i like? hmm?” he tapped your chin to further his patronizing.

you sucked your teeth, trying to move from his hold but he only gripped onto your jaw tighter. you weren’t stronger than him, and he knew this. so you just did what you knew how and that was pout and stay quiet.

“aww, not you pouting. what? want me to compare and contrast, doll?…you know i will.” he was having fun with you, with your envy and anger. he didn’t plan to tell you about the one night stand. it wasn’t anything serious to him, really. he had been drunk at a bar with you on his mind and the opportunity to release the sexual frustration he felt presented itself. you weren’t supposed to find out, but hey, shit gets out.

“get the fuck off me.” you spoke through gritted teeth, but he only laughed as a response.

“finish patching me back up and i’ll be out of your way. physically, at least.. that beautiful mind’ll always be thinking of me, unfortunately.” he was smug, he felt cocky. you could mask the anger in your face all you wanted, but he saw the glint in your eyes. the way all the light of opportunity seemed to leave them with his revelation. you were pissed, he knew.

“ask your other bitch to do it.”

“mm, nah, i rather you do it. tender touch, lover’s hand, s’all.” he shrugged. he was playing games with you, testing you. the question was how far was he going to take this. what was his end goal?

he leaned down to rest his forehead against yours, smiling when you instinctively tilted your head upward. “c’mon doll, stitch me back up so i can show you my utmost appreciation…want you to touch me.”

the music did little to cover the noise in your living room.

“mhm, just what i thought. poor baby missed me.” dabi cooed into your ear with the slyest smirk on his lips as his tip pushed past your wet folds. he was speaking to your cunt, not you.

you gasped at the stretch. you haven’t felt him inside in so long, the feeling both familiar and strange. “dabi,” your voice cracked from above him, but he didn’t care.

you were foolish enough to continue with patching him up. giving him absorbable sutures and re-stapling his skin. dumb enough to hand him a glass of water and tylenol for the pain, and a rolled blunt to take his mind off it.

you should feel dumb. dumb for letting him back inside, your apartment and your body. but here you were, straddling his lap in only your oversized shirt, with your panties pushed to the side as he eased you onto his cock. you could feel all of him, the prominent vein on the underside, his bulbous head at your cervix. his jacobs ladder piercing aiding the pleasurable burn of your walls being stretched. it had been too long without him, but now in this position, you felt ecstasy.

“d-dabi.” you choked out. your bodies were pressed against one another, your hand in his hair and grabbing at the roots. he didn’t care, he was too high (off the feeling of you and the weed) to care.

your walls hugged him just as he remembered, sucking him in snug and tight like he loved. fuck, he missed your pussy like crazy.

“oh shit, doll. m‘feeling like cummin’ already and you didn’t even do shit. fuckin’ slut.” he bit his lip once he was fully bottomed out.

you took that as a sign to start, and began bouncing, on your tippy toes with your arms around the back of the sofa.

dabi smiled, satisfaction radiating off him, “look at you-hah—so pretty f’me baby. riding me so good, just how i like it. always taking care of me.” he only had one good hand, and used it to squeeze your waist as you bounced on him, channeling your inner megan thee stallion.

you were a choked up mess, moans and whimpers leaving your lips as you fucked yourself onto dabi’s cock. he was satisfied on being used by you. treating him like nothing just to get off. least you could do, really. after the many times he’s done you wrong.

he couldn’t explain it, the way fighting was always part of his plan to come back to you. what were you two if not a concoction of chaos and torment to one another? you wanted him to hear your name and roll his eyes in annoyance, but have his heart skip a beat with anticipation. he wanted the sight of his large frame towering over your own to leave a mess in your underwear and burn into your memory forever.

the word was toxic, and you both knew it, but didn’t read too much into it. wasn’t it enough to just acknowledge it?

dabi began to match his thrusts with your bounces. it brought him deeper inside of you. feeling like he was in your stomach. like you were full of him. he squeezed your neck, black painted nails digging into your skin.

“d-dabi.” you hit his shoulder as you struggle to catch your breath. he didn’t want to choke you unconscious, but he did want to limit your airway to maximize your pleasure.

he was so drunk off you, his moans growing louder against your ear, “fuck you, slut. so good for me. that’s what you wanna hear baby? huh? that this is all i need? you are all i need?”

when you were together, he struggled with intimate words. he loved you, he knew. he fucked you like it, you knew. but he couldn’t communicate his feelings outside of a sexual atmosphere. sex became his outlet—pain, anger, love…he gave it all to sex.

you threw your head back, eyes closed and mouth open but nothing came out. you had no words, no sound—nothing.

dabi squinted at the sight. he never truly could get over how precious you looked dumb off his cock. it had to be his top three favourite looks on your face. the other two being when you’re mad and after he tell you he loves you.

there was nothing in your head except him. all of him. his body, his voice, the way he touched you. his stitches grazing your skin and hands rough from fighting. there was a naturally smoky smell he carried—due to him using his quirk excessively. but you found over time it would mix with his cologne, and be the one scent to give you infinite comfort. dabi was in connection with all five of your senses, and in his mind, it was about time.

he brought your head back to face straight, forehead against his as his lips met yours in a sloppy kiss. there was no need to fight for dominance. he had it, you both knew.

you don’t know how you kept riding him this long. your thighs felt like they were on fire. they were burning. your grip on the back of the sofa tightened, using it to help you continue riding dabi to his orgasm.

“babe, i’m cumming. gonna come in this pussy, my pussy. fuckin ruin you for anyone else. y’hear me?” his grip went back to your jaw, his index finger and thumb keeping your mouth opened. it was a pain you found different, but one you were okay with.

you cut your eye at him, the hatred you had somehow swirling in the pits of your stomach alongside the butterflies he gave you.

“i-i” you tried to speak, but he taunted you by moving your jaw. you could feel the muscles in his stomach tighten as he edged himself, prolonging his end as to not come before you.

you didn’t want to cum until you said what you wanted to say, but he kept his hand in place, not budging when you grabbed his wrist to move it.

it was almost like a reflex, the way your right hand let go of the sofa and moved to his shoulder below, digging your nails into his stitched up wound. he screamed, the sudden feeling overwhelming his concentration and forcing his orgasm. his hand moved off your jaw, going to your back and pulling your body flush against him.

“i hate you.” you say just as you climax, dabi rubbing circles onto your clit. you two ride your highs out together, him leaving opened mouth kisses along your neck and leaving behind hickies. you tasted of salt, smelled of sex, but he didn’t care. you were delicious.

you looked up to the ceiling, eyes shut and mind racing with what just took place. there was this feeling in your chest. a feeling of regret, disappointment, but also…one of peace. contentment?

dabi pulled away from your neck and looked up at you. his pupils were blown and eyelids low. you hated him. you hated the way he looked so fucked out.

he took up your hand that was at your side and brought it to his cheek. you cupped it, feeling the duality of the smooth and rough skin. his hold on your wrist was warm, tight. he brought your red palm to his lips, stained by his dry blood, and kissed it.

you hated him. hated how he held you close so you wouldn’t get up. how he grabbed a blanket to throw over the two of you.

“i really fucking hate you.” you yawned. your eyes met once again. this time dabi smiling at you as he mumbled,

“love you too, pretty.”

#🌞🍃spliffymae #bnha·✘ ¨*:·.#dabi x black!reader #angst #bnha x reader #bhna smut #bhna #dabi smut #x black reader #touya todoroki #touya x black reader #dabi bnha

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lone-wolf-nergiganos · 1 year

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Anyways my idea was male reader is a student at ua and his father is really abusive and one day his sleeve comes up and aizawa sees it and asks to talk to him after class. And maybe he calls cps. Anyway sorry for asking so late. And could it be a one shot? (I’m so smart I used copy and paste!!)

Sure, request approved.

Aizawa X Abused! Student Male Reader

This morning wasn't the best morning for you, because you had to deal with your father, who is unfortunately abusive to you before going to school. You aren't the only target however, because your mother has to deal with the constant abuse your father inflicts upon you as well. She tried and still tries her best to get a divorce, but she is under the influence of your father's manipulation to the point where she can't do anything until the right moment.

You didn't talked about this long term situation to anyone, not even to your friends. You try so hard to pretend that you are living a good life, but deep down you just wish you could get out of the hell your father puts you and your mother in.

You were currently in your classroom while completing assignments for your teacher, Aizawa. You were sitting in the front row so it's easy for Aizawa to see what you are doing. You then began to notice that Aizawa is staring right at you, you were confused at first but you soon realized why he was staring at you. One of your sleeves were up, but that wasn't the only thing that worried you, it was the exposed bruises and scars from your father.

Aizawa quickly got up before walking up to you, you covered your bruised arm to hide it from him, but you knew it was too late at this point. "Y/N, do you want to talk about something?" Aizawa asked while whispering, you nodded while looking away.

After that you two walked out of the classroom before Aizawa asked you, "what happened to your arm Y/N?" You looked away before saying, "It's nothing Mr. Aizawa, I tripped while walking to school." He didn't believed this, "I know this isn't true Y/N, please be honest with me." You looked at him while trying to hold back your tears, "it's about my dad," you confessed.

"What about your dad?" Aizawa asked even more concerned, you continued to hold back your tears but couldn't hold back any longer. You mustered up all the courage to answer the question truthfully while crying profusely, "he's abusive, he's the reason why I have all of these bruises and scars on my arm!" You yelled while still crying, Aizawa hugged you tightly before saying, "don't worry Y/N, we'll put an end to this, I promise." You hugged him back before saying, "really?" "Yes Y/N, you don't deserve to have a father like that, you deserve a better one."

After he said that, you felt like all of the weight you've been carrying for most of your life has finally lifted. "Thanks for being honest with me Y/N, I promise I will help you get through this no matter what," Aizawa said. "Okay, thanks for helping me Mr. Aizawa," said while smiling slightly. After that you two went back in the classroom before it ended.

After getting done with school you walked back home only to see police cars in the front yard of your house, you were very confused at first but you realized why they were there. You saw your father being taken to one of the police cars while in handcuffs. After witnessing this scene, you felt free, free from the abuse that you thought would never end.

It didn't took long for you and your mother to finally press charges on him for everything he has done, and the divorce was easy and swift for your mother. Now the pitiful excuse of a father is finally behind bars and will remain there until he dies. Since then you thanked Aizawa for helping you get out of the seemingly neverending hell you've endured for too long.

Years had passed since then, and Aizawa and your mother even started dating before eventually getting married. He may not be your actual father, but he would always prove that he cares for you and your mother and would be there for you when times get hard.

#my hero academia x male reader #mha x male reader #bhna x male reader #aizawa x male reader #mha aizawa #bnha aizawa #aizawa angst #x male reader #male reader insert #male reader #tw abuse

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izukumidoriyashusband · 1 year

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K. Bakugou & I. Midoriya,, In his arms

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Word count: 2k+

Characters mentioned: Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya, Eijiro Kirishima and Denki Kaminari.

note//: All of this is fiction and has nothing to do with the actual characters. I do not claim to own these characters or have made them. This is fiction and for personal entertainment. Thank you and enjoy. NOT PROOFREAD. I apologize for the mistakes. Do not repost anywhere, I do not mind reblogging, please and thank you. @izukumidoriyashusband

tw !! : Angst, cursing/inappropriate language, threats against lives, slight mention of guns, mention of k!lling (in a video game BO3), possessive bf, argument, fluff like hugging and kissing, toxic relationship, physical fighting, and mention of blood.

Summary:

You and your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugou, have been dating since Junior High. You have been there for all of his angry moments, his depressed moments, and all of his great moments. You’ve been there through everything. Sure, he’s gotten angry with you and you two have argued but recently, he’s gotten angrier and more jealous. It all started because you were hanging around your three friends Izuku Midoriya, Denki Kaminari, and Eijiro Kirishima a bit too much. Let’s just say, Izuku doesn’t like your relationship very much and all of his hatred for it, shows today.

“Fuck yea!” You dropped the controller and jumped up. Clapping your hands together as you did a little dance.

“That’s such bullshit!” Denki speaks up, running a finger through his hair.

Izuku, you, Denki, and Kirishima had made a bet while sitting in your dorm about if you or Denki was better at Call of Duty: Black Ops 3.

The score was tied but then you were about to fall off the map, costing you the game.

He was about to win and he put his controller down waiting.

Lucky, it was a snipers only competition and you got him right before you fell.

BAM. Headshot.

That brings you to where you four are at now.

“Damn I really thought Denki would win,” Deku says softly, earning a laugh from Kirishima.

“Nah, Y/N has always been better at these kinds of games.”

“Bullshit, they got lucky,” Denki huffs.

“Y/N, I always had faith in you. You’re truly amazing after all,” Kirishima praises you and you laugh in response.

“Of course I am. I’m Y/N.”

You all laughed and talked for the remainder of the day. It was about 7pm and you hadn’t noticed all the texts you had gotten from your boyfriend.

You were having fun and got distracted, it happens. You were all playing a game of uno until a hard knock was heard on your door.

“Ay, Y/N! Open up.” You hear the aggravation in his voice.

Bakugou.

Everyone seems pretty calm except for Izuku Midoriya.

His body tenses up.

Your quirk allows you to enter somebody’s head, their body, and you can stay outside of their body and hear their thoughts. You know what a person feels and what they think. Your physical abilities are amazing but your psychological abilities, your psychic abilities are what got you here.

You turn to Deku immediately. You feel his fear and his sadness, you wonder why.

You can look into someone’s mind undetected, of course, but do you want to know? Do you want to invade his privacy like that?

Yes. Yes you do.

You take a deep breath and you allow Midoriya’s thoughts to linger until you could hear them properly.

‘He’s gonna kill me if he sees me here. I shouldn’t have told him. He didn’t need to know. I could’ve kept it to myself. He didn’t need to know. I didn’t want to tell anyone. Why did I tell him that? He didn’t need to know. Goddamn it, Midoriya. Your fear must be showing. Y/N is looking at you. If I could swallow this fear, go back in time, and tell them I love them I would. Why did I open my big mouth? God. What to do, what to do.’ His thoughts ramble on and on, you shut them out and take another deep breath.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

“Midoriya, are you okay?”

You both speak in unison.

“Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

“I don’t know. You look nervous, Spots.”

Spots. A nickname you use for Midoriya because of all of his freckles.

You notice his blush come in as he goes to say something else before another loud bang is heard.

“Y/N. Who are you in there with? Is that Deku?!”

His voice sounds more mad than usual, as if he’s gonna explode. Midoriya looks frightened and Kirishima and Kaminari take a look at each other.

“I’ll get it,” Kirishima says.

“Hey Bakugou-“

“Move, shitty hair.”

You can tell by his tone that he’s pissed.

He’s hot but he’s pissed. You know how he is, so you quickly get up to go to him but you stop in your tracks. He’s not even looking at you but rather at Midoriya.

Fuck.

“Why the fuck are you here?!”

Midoriya takes a deep breath and when you see him look at katsuki, your katsuki, you know he’s not gonna back down.

“Well, I’m their friend.”

“Like hell you are. You have Denki and Kirishina here too? What, so you can flirt with them and they see it as nothing but harmless friendship?!”

“Bakugou, you should chill.”

“Nobody is talking to you, dunce face.”

“I’m not flirting with them.”

“Bullshit!”

They turn to you suddenly.

“You’re just allowing this?!”

You’re taken back by his comment.

“Allowing what?” You replied to Bakugou.

“This?! I know you see how he stares at you! And these two?! I bet you they know about it! Don’t you?!” Bakugou turns to them.

Kirishima and Denki were silent until Denki hit Kirishima’s arm.

Kiri takes a deep breath before starting. “Yea we knew but that wasn’t our intention of trying to get them tog-“

“Bullshit! You wanted him to take them right from me, huh?! Are you stupid?!”

Bakugou steps back a little as Midoriya gets in his face.

“Why are you here starting with them?! They cannot control my feelings nor can you. If I wanted to steal Y/N from you, which I do NOT, it would be on my own fucking accord. And if Y/N would like to be with me, who am I to deny them?! Kacchan, I care about you but my happiness—“

“Fuck your happiness! They’re mine and if you think for a second that they’d even look at you is mental. You’re lucky I don’t snap your neck here.”

“Guys, come on.” Kaminari whines as Izuku puts his head up.

“No no, let’s ask them. It’s me or him.”

“And why would they pick you?” Bakugou snarls.

The attention is back on you. You’re looking at all four of the boys.

What the fuck just happened and what kind of movie cliché just played out in front of you.

“Woah, don’t do that.” The words leave your mouth faster than you intended.

“What? You're scared you’ll hurt poor Deku’s heart? Sorry, Deku but my partner would never look at you and little shits like you-“

“I’m sure they would Kacchan. Especially because you can’t value them,” Izuku snaps back.

“You walk around like you own them and shit instead of letting them be their own person.”

“They are their own person. Fuck are you on about. I treat them very well,” Bakugou snarls once again.

He earns a laugh from Izuku.

God, you can feel the rage coming from Katsuki.

“Why the fuck are you laughing?” His tone is more quiet but that rage never left.

“Maybe we should be civil about this,” Denki suggests as both boys shoot him a glare, signaling him to shut up.

“Yea, Kacchan. You walk around like you own them. We can hear the arguments you guys have because you’re jealous and territorial an-“

“You’re listening on our conversations, you little-“

“I’m not done speaking. Has your mother ever taught you manners?” Izuku’s voice is getting deeper as he speaks, the anger becoming more intense.

Bakugou was stunned by the quick reply. Izuku keeps speaking.

“You’re a jealous, territorial, son of a bitch who tries to control what Y/N wears the fuck outside and how they present themselves. ‘That’s too revealing.’ ‘Boys will look at you.’ ‘Change it now.’ We can hear everything.”

While Izuku mocked him, he made his voice a bit deeper, earning another glare from the blonde.

Bakugou is stuck listening to how his relationship is from outside eyes.

‘Am I really like that?’ He thinks to himself.

“You guys should stop.” You speak softly, despite their loud and intense tones.

“No no, Y/N. Tell your boyfriend how you come to me crying because he’s a control freak. Go now. Tell him how you cling to me, sobbing into my chest because he never fucking appreciated a damn-“

Thud.

Katsuki threw him. Right against your wall and lunged at him.

You sit there stunned, watching the two boys fight.

What can you do? Of course, you wish to break it up but their strength levels are crazy.

You’re relieved when Denki and Kirishima pull them apart.

“Stop it! You’re behaving like children and let’s hope you don’t wake up any of our other classmates or even Aizawa!” Denki whisper-yells at them, more frustrated than ever.

You take a look at Midoriya than Bakugou.

Midoriya’s right cheek has a cut on it but no real damage. Probably a bruise on his body.

His body.

Bakugou is a bit sweaty. His blond hair is messy and there’s not really any marks on him besides the blood coming from his lip.

His lips.

You go to say something but Bakugou puts his hand up, to silence you.

Your mouth closes as you wait for him to speak.

“You see what I’m talking about. Y/N can never speak for themself because you keep silencing them.” Izuku snarls and Bakugou just looks at him.

“Leave. All of you.” You finally speak up.

The four boys look at you.

They look at you with sadness, regret, pity, and from Bakugou, there’s a look of..hatred?

You stare at them. Your eyes are cold and it feels like you can see through them.

Maybe because you can technically but that’s not the point.

“Fine. I’m gone and us? Tch we’re done.” Bakugou’s tone is aggressive but shushed. He looks at you for at least 5 seconds before leaving.

He wanted you to plead for his love, for him.

But you couldn’t do that. Not anymore.

Kaminari and Kirishima follow. As Midoriya just looks at you.

He knows you’re hurt.

“Y/N..”

“Midoriya. Go.” You speak quietly, almost like a whisper.

He’s never left you while you’ve been hurt or upset. Funny of you to think that’ll change now. He walks over to the door and…

He shuts it.

He shuts and locks the door before returning to you, fast.

The embrace he pulled you in was tight and welcoming.

You returned every bit of his affection.

“God, Y/N I am so sorry. My emotions got to me and they shouldn’t have. I did not want to cost you anything, especially your relationship.”

Your head is buried in his chest. How much you hate the boy holding you right now.

You hate him.

You hate him, you hate his smell, his touch, his voice…

“I hate you so much.” You whisper to him, tears flowing down your face.

Oh how badly you didn’t want him to pull away. Even despite the hate that you felt for him or the hate you should feel for him.

Your heart couldn’t help but beat for him. If he moved away from you now, you’d break.

“I know, Y/N. I know you hate me but I can’t help but love you.”

His sentences drive your mind wild. The way he takes time with his words. The way he handles everything with care.

“I hate how you make me feel,” you say in a choked sob.

“I know. I know.” Izuku kisses the top of your head.

You look up at him and he looks down at you.

Sure, you’ve had feelings for Midoriya while dating Bakugou. You’d thought they’d faded but every time you and him are alone, they are there. When he just holds you like this as if you’re the only thing special to him, especially when you’re crying, it makes you feel things that nobody ever could make you feel.

Not even your Katsuki.

“I know you hate me. You probably don’t wanna see me after this but Y/N… I can’t hide how I feel. I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you before you two started dating..

You're my first love and I never wanted to come between you and Kacchan but, my heart wants what it wants. And right now, It wants you.”

With that last sentence, he leans in. Closing his eyes as you do the same with yours.

His soft lips now on yours and you both can taste the saltiness from your tears, but at this moment, neither of you care. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he kept his hands on your hips.

You pull him closer to you, leaving no space between your bodies. Drowning in each other and not caring for anything or anyone outside of you two. Right now, it’s only you two.

He pulls away after a while.

You two are breathing heavily while staring at each other like two love sick maniacs.

“I knew you loved me and I knew Bakugou was stopping everything.” Deku pulls away from you as he gets on his knees, taking your hands into his.

“I wanna make you forget him. I wanna be the only man in your dreams and the only one you wake up to. I want to yell and fight but communicate with each other and understand each other. I wanna be yours, Y/N. I wanna be yours. Let me be yours. Please.” Izuku looks up at you with pleading eyes.

Who are you to deny him?

Deny your favorite boy?

You look at him for some time, taking in every word and he gets more nervous by the second.

“Shit. Izuku. You’ll be the only man I ever look at.” You whisper to him as he stands up.

You can see that his excitement got the best of him.

He holds you so tight.

The scars from Bakugou are still there. The hurt he caused, those scars.

With anyone else, you’d say you wouldn’t date them just like that and you would forget your ex first and maybe just maybe you’d consider a relationship. But it’s Izuku. A man of his word. A man that would give you the world and more.

And before you know it, your old relationship with Katsuki will be forgotten.

For now, you live in the moment.

You live in Izuku’s arms.

In his arms.

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chvziu · 1 year

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touching his scar

warnings: angstish, more fluff tho, reader has hair btw TT

inspired off of that one scene in itaewon class.. cryinf

THE RAIN gently hit your bedroom window as you lay on todoroki’s lap. you were both sat down right under your window, and your boyfriend was studying as he usually does, trying his best not to shift his arm to much.

“shoto…” you mumbled, groggy and sleepy.

“yes, love? is something the matter?” he answered quietly, quickly putting his pencil and notebook down, directing his full attention to you.

“too cold. you’re too cold… are you worried about something?” you look up at him, his icy eyes softened.

“no, love. nothing to be worried about when i’m with you,” he gave you a small smile, softly running his hands through your hair.

“nothing to be worried about when i’m with you.” your head kept repeating his words as you tried your best to sleep on his lap again. you loved him. you loved him so much. it took so long for him to express his feelings for you, for him to finally get comfortable showing his emotions and it has never made you feel more… sad. he allowed you to break down the barrier his dad made him put up. you. only you. the feelings you felt couldn’t be contained.

you sat up, looking at him in the eye.

“now, is something worrying you?” he asks almost teasingly.

“no… no, jus’..” your words trailed off.

“….y/n?”

your eyes scanned his face before resting on his scar. you gently raised your hand to cup his cheek, slowly and gently moving it to touch is fragile side. he let out a small gasp, his eyes widening very slightly. but he allowed it to happen. he gently grabbed your wrist, wrapping his fingers around it.

“i’m so sorry, shoto.”

“y-,”

“i’m so, so sorry for what happened. thank you for letting me through,” you sniffled, tears beginning to fall down your face, “i love you so, so much. i’m so incredibly thankful for you.”

you were outright sobbing at this point, and todoroki was extremely confused. lots of “what brought this on?” and “are you alright?” came out of his mouth, but you said nothing and continued to cry.

before he could utter another word, you hugged his waist tightly. he stopped for a moment, then let out a small sigh before grabbing a blanket that was near you both and wrapping it around you. he continued to run his hands through your hair. a small, gentle smile slowly forming on his face.

“i love you more than words can express.”

@ someone.. anyone, please teach me how to properly write angst. i don’t like this much, but i couldn’t let this concept gooooooooo

#shoto todoroki #shoto fluff #shoto x reader #bhna imagine #mha todoroki #bnha x reader #shoto x y/n #shoto x you #anime and manga #fanfic #my hero acedamia #mha shouto todoroki #mha #angst with a happy ending #mha angst #angst

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apollodarling-writes · 1 year

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Vampire Quirk! Reader || BNHA x you

plot: the reader has a vampirism Quirk that they hide from everyone because they are afraid of being hurt. the reader doesn't let anyone get close to them until Aizawa convinces them to make friends. the reader befriends the dekusquad and reveals their quirk; hurt/comfort

tws: blood, bullying, murder, slight angst

DO NOT COPY MY WORK!! THIS IS ORIGINAL. IF YOU SEE SOMEONE TAKING THIS AS THEIR OWN, LET ME KNOW IMMEDIATELY.

Your first memory after being reincarnated was being covered in blood. You weren't a very lucky person in your last life, so naturally, it would transfer over to this one. Your parents in this life were caught up in some shady shit and because of that, it nearly killed you. It was at that time you received your Quirk.

One moment you were watching television with your family, and the next you were a murderer. It was shocking, to say the least. You didn't remember what happened. According to the autopsy, the blood of one man had crystalized and blocked the arteries in his body, leading to his death, the second was boiled alive, and the last was a mystery. The reports said that he was found impaled in several places and that you, a six-year-old, were found drenched in the substance and had consumed some of it.

It was shortly after that you realized that you had been reincarnated into BNHA. Aizawa Shota, aka Pro-Hero Eraserhead, was deemed your legal guardian and had trained you to become a Hero. You aced the entrance exam, thanks to the vials of blood you kept on your person, and landed yourself in Class 1-A. In fact, today was the first day of your second year.

"Oi, problem child." Aizawa's voice calls just before you leave for lunch, "You need to make friends. You can't be alone for the rest of your life."

"But-"

"Don't give me the 'what if I hurt them' shit. You've got a good grasp of your Quirk. Go make some damn friends." The man grumbles, clearly concerned about you.

You reluctantly nodded. You kept how your Quirk operated a secret from your classmates, afraid of rejection and opening yourself up to being hurt. It's happened too many times in the past. You were bullied all throughout elementary and middle school because of your deceased family members and the Quirk you received. None of that was your fault but the words still stung.

Those words embedded themselves in your mind and built walls around your heart. After years of hearing it, you grew to believe those same words. You refused to talk to anyone outside of Aizawa and the few Heroes he was friends with. You never allowed anyone to get close to you. It was better that way... or so you thought.

When you mustered up the courage to sit with Midoriya a few weeks later, he was nothing short of kind to you. It was the same with Iida, Uraraka, and Todoroki. In fact, you grew closer to them over the next few months. It took some time to build up trust and find the courage to get over the fears of your Quirk, so when you finally took that leap, you were terribly afraid.

You were afraid of being shut out again. Afraid of being hurt again. Afraid of being rejected and having to build those walls back up. Nevertheless, you still did it.

"Do you guys... want to know how my Quirk operates?" Were the words you mumbled.

"[L-Last Name]-san, are you sure? You don't have to feel-"

"I'm sure." No, I'm not.

The table is silent for a few moments, giving you time to gather your thoughts.

"My Quirk is called... Vampire."

You take a deep breath, forcing your eyes down as you begin to explain. "I'm able to manipulate blood in its entirety. I can heat it up, chill it, sharpen it, harden it, and crystalize it. I'm able to move it around and form certain shapes. However, I'm only able to do this after I ingest blood. I carry a few vials of blood with me everywhere I go for that reason."

After you finish, you begin to fidget with your fingers. Your friends remained silent for a few moments, though it felt like hours to you. You knew what was going through their heads.

"I'm sorry, I need to use the bathroom." You stand suddenly, throwing out your lunch and making your way to the restroom. Slamming the stall door closed, you slide down the wall and cover your mouth with the back of your hand.

I'm so fucking stupid. Just because they aim to be heroes, why would they be any different?

Tears fill your lashline and spill over, carving a trail down your cheeks. The ache in your chest is back and you wanted it gone; You decided you'll just avoid them until you can patch yourself up again... and that's exactly what you did.

They tried texting and calling, but you never answered. You didn't even look at their messages.

They tried to catch you at school, but you always managed to get away somehow.

They tried to have someone else talk to you, but you managed to avoid them too. You didn't even look at them anymore. You just caved back in on yourself. You were so afraid of rejection that you didn't realize they meant well.

It was a few weeks later that they managed to corner you. You were already home from school and Aizawa said he'd be coming home late as he had some tests to grade. You didn't think he'd bring company.

"Oi, problem child. Come downstairs." Aizawa calls from the bottom of the stairwell. Heaving a sigh, you trudge down the steps, playing (mobile game). When you look up, all color leaves your face.

"W-What are you guys doing here?

Standing before you was none other than Midoriya, Todoroki, Iida, and Uraraka. They looked... pained.

This is getting ridiculous. I'm avoiding them for a reason.

"[Last Name]-san, can we talk?"

"Oi, don't give them a choice," Aizawa grumbles, turning to you. "You are gonna sit and talk whatever the hell happened out. You're not leaving this room until then."

With that, Aizawa leaves the room. You hesitantly take a seat opposite the four, wringing your fingers nervously as you direct your gaze to the floor.

"[Last Name]... why aren't you talking to us?" Uraraka's voice is shaky as she speaks. "D-Did we do something wrong?"

You remain silent for a moment, then whisper, "Why are you here?"

"W-What do you mean? We want to-"

"Are you here to get on my good side? If you are, you can just leave."

"[Last Name], what are you talking about?" Midoriya asks quietly. You notice the tears in his eyes when you direct your attention to him.

"I get it, I have a Villain's Quirk for fuck's sake. Terrifying isn't it? You guys don't have to worry about me hurting you because I'm not gonna repeat the past... So just fucking leave me alone. I'll be a hero and we'll go our separate ways after school. Just forget I even told you anything." You abruptly stand, making for the door.

"[Last Name]. You don't have a villain's Quirk." Todoroki says firmly. "There's no such thing as a 'Hero Quirk' or a 'Villain Quirk'. Your Quirk doesn't define you as a person and we never thought otherwise."

"Bullshit. If that were true, then why the fuck were you guys so fucking quiet when I told you."

"Because we thought it was cool! You have an amazing Quirk, [Last Name]!" Uraraka shouts, tears filling her eyes as well.

"It's not, Uraraka! I've had to hide this shit from everyone because it's a fucking curse! I've fucking murdered people!" Your voice booms, angry tears rolling down your cheeks.

"You were protecting yourself, [Last Name]-san!" Iida finally speaks up.

"Aizawa told us about the report. Your family was murdered and your Quirk manifested to protect you. Why can't you see how amazing your Quirk is?" Todoroki steps forward. "Why would we leave you because you protected yourself, [Last Name]?"

"Because that's what everyone does! Everyone has left me because of it! It's a fucking curse and I... I..." An ugly sob erupts from your throat, knees sinking to the floor. "I can't let myself be hurt again. Please, just leave me alone."

Silence ensues once more. Various sniffles and shuddering breaths are heard before you feel arms wrap around you. Then someone else, and someone else, until all four have their arms around you. The action causes you to cry harder, struggling to free yourself.

"Stop, please. I cant... You'll just hurt me again. I-"

"[Last Name], we aren't going anywhere. I'm so sorry that you had to go through that. It wasn't fair at all, but we're your friends. We care about you so much. Please let us be here for you..." Midoriya cries. The five of you stay like that for a while before three bodies leave your side, settling on the couch. You feel someone shift in front of you, lifting your chin with two fingers. Todoroki's eyes meet yours, tears budding at his lashline.

"I love you, [Name]. I love you so much it hurts." His voice cracks, fading into a whisper. "I... Let me help you. Please."

Todoroki pushes your head against his chest, holding you close as quiet sobs rack through his body. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, then rests his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling a string of pleas. Latching onto him, you mumble, "Okay."

The other three in the room immediately embrace you again, holding you tightly, afraid you'd close yourself off again if they didn't.

Just outside the door, a proud father smiles, pushing himself off of the wall, and heads to the kitchen to make some coffee and order dinner...

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imjustasimpxd · 2 years

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Masterlist

Title: You’re still Beautiful

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x reader

Summary: While all the kids from class 1-A are having a pool party, Shoto’s girlfriend refuses to get in the water. Confused, he asks her why she’s hesitating, However she tells him she’s afraid to let her makeup wash off, exposing the acne she’s insecure about.

Warnings : Mainly fluff, insecurities, teasing

Word count : Around 2,600 words

Author’s notes : reblogs are appreciated!! I appreciate all feedback on my writing so that I can know what you guys liked and what you think I should improve on😊

Disclaimer : this is a work of fiction and should in no way, shape, or form, be taken seriously.

Side Note: The reason I wanted to write about this is because I struggle with this exact same thing myself. Every time I want to swim with other people that aren’t my family, I get really insecure about taking my makeup off because of all my acne. This is something that relates to me and as far as I know, I’ve never seen someone write about characters being insecure of acne before, so I a wanted to write it. Please enjoy!😊

“Iida watch out!!” A loud yell echoed from across the pool, causing Iida to look in the direction of the voice instead of noticing the trouble brewing behind him.

“Huh? What are you talking about? Why woul-“

Before he could even finish his sentence, his body was instantly flung toward the water. And just like that, Bakugo’s plan to shove him into the pool had proven successful.

“Ha! You loser! That’s what you get for taking so long!” Bakugo cackled, pointing a finger towards his classmate to tease him.

“Yeah! Get him Bakugo!” Kirishima shouted.

Iida had spent the last ten minutes waiting for his sunscreen to dry, despite everyone continuously telling him to get into the pool. He ignored every single comment the others made, claiming he wanted to wait the exact amount of time the bottle suggested in order to prevent the risk of sunburn. However that only fueled the others’ desire to push him in, and that’s exactly what ended up happening. Before Iida even saw it coming, there he went, plummeting into the water within seconds.

“I swear Bakugo, if I get a sunburn because of this I’m blaming you!” Iida shouted, his hand raising in the air as he spoke.

“Yeah yeah whatever, now are you gonna join the dumb game or not?” Katsuki responded, disregarding his classmates threats to instead address the volleyball game they were trying to start.

Iida sighed, crossing his arms before speaking once more. “Seeing as I’m in the water already, I might as well. Count me in.” Iida may have been annoyed that he was pushed in, but that wouldn’t stop him from joining the fun.

“How about you girls? You in?” Denki glanced in your direction, his eyes switching between you, Ochako, and Mina as the three of you sat near the edge, letting your feet dangle in the pool.

“For sure! I’m in!” Mina cheered, hoping down from the ledge she was sitting on and returning to the water.

“Yeah! Let’s do it!” Ochako spoke up immediately after, leaving your side to join the others in the water as well.

“What about you y/n?” Izuku smiled innocently. “With you we’d have an even number.”

A wave of anxiety suddenly settled in your stomach the moment his words entered your ears.

“Crap! He just asked me to get in the pool didn’t he? What do I say?!” You thought to yourself, beginning to panic the minute you witnessed every single one of your classmates turn their heads to glance at you.

“Uhhh.. actually I…” You tried to come up with a reasonable excuse, but the way their gaze’s lingered on you made you stutter, loosing all train of thought.

They weren’t meaning it in that way of course, however their stares burned into your soul all the same. You wanted to join in on the game, really you did, however it was just too embarrassing for you to handle. If you got in, you knew you would be splashed at one point or another, which meant all your makeup would wash off, exposing the acne that lined your face.

Acne was easily one of your biggest insecurities, and it didn’t help that you seemed to be the only one who struggled with it the most out of your entire class. Having such bad acne really took a toll on your self confidence, no matter how much you pretended it didn’t. Most of the time you could simply cover it up with makeup and you’d be fine, however during times like this it always made you wish you could hide away where no one would see you. Even right now, as everyone stared at you, you could see how clear their skin was, which of course only made things worse.

“… Um yeah..normally I would it’s just… I don’t really feel like it today.” You finally spoke up, remaining in your spot with your feet still hanging over the ledge.

“Wait what?”

“Since when?”

“Cmon y/n, just get in.”

“Yeah I thought you loved playing volleyball?”

“Aw come on y/n, it won’t be as fun without you!”

Their voices shattered through the air, each person interrupting the other in an impatient attempt to get an explanation as to why you were refusing to join the game. You knew none of them were striving to be rude in any way, their only intention was to convince you to get in the pool. However their persistence was upsetting you, making you feel backed into a corner and pressured to say yes to something you didn’t want to do.

Although despite their urging for you to give in, you still remained strong; clearing your throat before parting your lips to explain yourself. “I’m just not really feeling well right now, that’s all.” You confessed a half truth, hoping everyone would believe it so you could avoid all the questions they’d possibly bombard you with. “I’ll keep score though if you want.” You smiled, putting on a pleasant expression so they wouldn’t suspect your lies.

“Wait? You feel sick?” Tsu asked, her eyes filling with worry.

“… yeah...” You lied once again, receiving many concerned looks from your classmates.

“Aww wait guys, if she’s not feeling well then she doesn’t have to play.“ Kirishima intervened, feeling bad for trying to convince you to swim earlier.

After hearing of your current “condition”, Iida quickly took charge. “It could be because you ate very recently. I suggest waiting first before getting in if you’re already feeling sick. We don’t want to make the situation any worse.” He ranted, making sure everyone refrained from pressuring you into swimming since it could possibly “affect your health.”

“Yeah four eyes is right, and besides, I don’t want you barfing while I’m in the pool.” Bakugo chuckled.

His snarky joke quickly got most of the others laughing, taking the attention off of you and lightening the mood; both of which you were grateful for.

“Yeah I think I’ll just wait for a few minutes, but if I’m feeling better later I’ll join.” You laughed nervously, praying they wouldn’t hold you to that promise later.

In all honesty you really didn’t want to miss out on the fun, you rather enjoyed the antics you and your friends would always get up to in the middle of games like this. However your insecurities were taking over again, making you feel uncomfortable to the point where you’d actually choose to skip out on an activity with your friends to simply sit on the sidelines instead. You just didn’t want to feel insecure about yourself, that’s all, and that was more important to you than a volleyball game.

“Alright just let us know if you need anything.” Momo clarified, beginning to tie her hair up in a bun to prepare for their game.

“I will.” You smiled, successfully fooling everyone into thinking you were simply sick instead of avoiding swimming

…well almost everyone

As all the others seemed to carry on after hearing your response, one person in particular had refrained from moving.

It was your boyfriend, Shoto Todoroki.

You tried to avoid eye contact, hoping he was just staring because he thought you looked nice or something. However when he started swimming in your direction, you knew it was all over. As his body reached yours sitting on the ledge, he quickly propped his arms up to rest atop your thighs, gazing at you with eyes full of worry.

“What’s wrong darling?”

He wasted no time in asking, his voice remaining gentle as the genuine concern he was feeling towards you becoming increasingly blatant.

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m just not feeling well that’s all.” You tried your best to reassure him, but as his head tilted to the side and he stared at you with his eyebrows raised, you knew he saw right through your pitiful excuse.

The lie may have been enough to fool everyone else, but not him. Todoroki knew you better than anyone; and he instantly caught on the moment you started acting differently.

“Y/n, please don’t lie to me, I just want to make sure you’re okay.” His words were so calming, the affectionate gaze he sent your way as well made the tension in your muscles weaken. “Is it because you’re on your period or something?” He immediately began guessing, determined to get to the bottom of whatever it was that was making you so unhappy. “I’m pretty sure some of the girls have tampons in their bags. I can go ask them if you need me to.” He offered, the simple gesture melting your heart in an instant.

“No,” you smiled, stretching your hand out to stroke his hair as he rested against your lap. “No, I’m not on my period.”

“Then what’s wrong love?” He asked once more, moving his hand to softly caress your arm as you ruffled his hair.

When you witnessed the way his tender gaze settled on yours, you quickly realized there was no point in trying to lie. No matter how good of an excuse you’d come up with, he would see through it immediately. You always seemed to forget just how well he could read you, your feelings were as clear to him in this moment as they would’ve been written down on paper.

He could tell something was bothering you, he recognized it the minute you reacted to being asked to get in the pool. However he waited, realizing whatever reason you had must’ve been one you were reluctant to share. So that’s why he stood by, patiently waiting for the others to start the game so he could slip away unnoticed and check up on you. And here he was, disregarding everyone else so that he could find out what was troubling you. And with the way his lips curved into a gentle smile, you knew he had no intention of leaving until you told him.

You sighed softly, gathering all the confidence you had left to finally spill the truth to him. “Well… it’s just.. the truth is, I don’t want my makeup to wash off…” You confessed, looking away instantly to hide the embarrassment festering inside you.

His eyebrows creased in confusion. “Wait your makeup? What’s wrong with letting it come off?” He asked curiously, tilting his head to try to meet your eyes again after you looked away.

“Because…” you began, your fingers retreating from his hair and settling in your lap. “Because then everyone will see my acne… I’m having a really bad breakout right now and I don’t want anyone to see it… it’s embarrassing.” You confessed, your head lowering and your eyes welling up with tears at the mere thought of everyone seeing your skin exposed.

Shoto’s eyes suddenly widened, his heart breaking at the sight before him. He felt terrible, you were choosing to prevent yourself from having any fun simply because you were too scared to let the others see your acne, even though that’s something which is completely normal for a girl your age.

“Aww y/n..” he quickly got up from laying against your lap and moved to jump onto the ledge you were sitting on. Once he got up there, he instantly reached his hands out, placing them on your shoulders to get your attention. “Y/n look at me.” He told you, lifting his hand to gently turn your head towards him when you refused to do it yourself. “Just listen to me when I say this alright?” He demanded, his tone sounding firm so you would understand the importance of his words.

“You’re beautiful even without makeup.” He explained, grasping your cheek with his hand and placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my boyfriend.” You argued, your head hanging below your shoulders.

“No, I’m saying it because it’s true. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

You sighed quietly, wondering if what he told you was really true like he said it was. As you thought as about it, Shoto was never one to lie about things. If he didn’t like something or had a problem with someone then he would say so, which sometimes made him come off as a little too blunt. But it’s just because he didn’t see the point in sugarcoating things or giving half truths to accommodate for someone’s feelings. Some people could’ve seen it as heartless, however that’s just how he was, he didn’t like to lie to people.

So knowing that, maybe what he said about you really was true…

“Hey?” Todoroki’s voice suddenly broke through the silence, causing you to glance back at him.

“Come here.” He smiled softly, holding his hands out in the air and signaling for you to lay against him. You obliged of course, leaning towards him and allowing your figure to rest against his.

“Why don’t we just sit here for a few minutes to get your mind of things?” He spoke up, gently scratching your scalp as you laid against his chest. “Then after that we can get in the pool together okay?”

“Mkay.” You responded, snuggling closer to him as the two of you watched the others play their chaotic game of volleyball.

You and Shoto both ended up waiting a good 10 minutes before getting in the pool so that the others wouldn’t be suspicious of your so called “illness” being fake.

Once you did finally step foot in the pool, allowing the cold water to surround your body, you quickly joined the long awaited game your friends had been playing for a while now.

The second you started participating, you realized just how foolish you had been earlier. The way everyone was jumping up and down while cheering, the amount of times you almost fell over from laughing so hard, the entire environment surrounding the game was just so enjoyable and entertaining that you regretted not joining sooner.

You ended up having such a good time that all the insecurities you had previously let ruin your mood had been erased from your mind completely. It allowed you to let loose and focus on what was more important.

As you took a second to glance around you, admiring the people you called your friends, you realized just how lucky you were.

Your classmates truly were some of the best you could ever ask for. They were fun, they were understanding, but most importantly; you knew they all cared for you. They may have all had different ways of expressing it, but each and every single one of them had shown their friendly affection towards you at one point or another.

You felt valued with them, and nothing could replace the family bond you had all made together.

As you took one last look around at the people you held so dear to your heart, one particular member of your “family” suddenly decided to get up to no good.

“Y/n look out!”

“Wait what??”

And just like that your body was forced underwater…

You knew you were bound to get splashed, that was something you were prepared for. However what you didn’t anticipate was getting full on dunked underwater by a certain classmate with an explosion quirk…

In all honestly you probably should’ve expected Bakugo would pull something like that. I mean he is Bakugo after all.

“Yeah! That’s what you get when you try to spike the ball on me you nerd!“ Bakugo cackled, amused at the way he saw you roll your eyes at him after emerging from underwater.

You weren’t upset, just a little surprised and maybe a little disappointed too since you knew your makeup was bound to wash off at this point.

However even as the water dripped from your face, wiping your makeup along with it, you saw your boyfriend whisper three words from across the pool.

Three precious words that meant more to you than anything else at that moment…

“You’re still beautiful.”

***AUTHOR’S NOTE***

I hope anyone who struggles with acne can relate to this. I honestly still feel insecure about my acne in situations like this. I went to a party at my friend’s house a few weeks ago and everyone was planning on swimming after dinner, however I had to leave early so I couldn’t, but I was thankful I couldn’t swim because of my acne😔 It’s getting better, but this is something I personally struggle with to this day so I wanted to write about it. I hope you all enjoyed the prompt in general, but especially if you deal with this as well.

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MHA Season 3, Ep 23: Head Empty, Only Gay

Hey y'all! Join us as we discuss the My Hero Academia episode "Deku vs. Kacchan, Part 2", including Aizawa's slutty clavicle, Barbara Kruger quotes, and plenty of Feelings about Katsuki's immense gay angst. You can find spoilers and TWs on our website, myheroanalysis.com. Thanks for listening!

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summerlovingbaby · 1 year

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Accidents Happen P2

A small quiet knock fell on the door, disrupting Aizawa, who had busied himself for the night. His glasses balancing on the tip of his nose, and his hair thrown into a messy bun that was hanging on by a hair tie and half a hair.

He glanced up to the door, where a shy and pitiful Y/N waited at the door, All the confidence she had dissipated as soon as she saw him, and waves of embarrassment washed over her body and she suddenly, and she suddenly remembered she had every reason to be ashamed, and no reason to hold her head so high and to be proud.

“Is everything alright?” he asked, she slightly shook her head no, so slight that even Aizawa didn’t catch it. “Is there a reason that you’re not in bed?” he asked. “You said you were going to bed early.”

“I’ve had an accident.” She whispered.

“I’m sorry I didn’t quite catch that.” he said sweetly, shutting his laptop and turning to face her.

“I’ve had a accident.” She repeated. “I wet the bed.”

She still hadn’t looked at him, if she did she would have saw the faint smile that brushed across his features and how his shoulders slumped forward slightly. Not out of disappointment, but out of hope. He was pleased that she had an accident, but pleased that she felt safe enough to come to him for help, and a small part of him wanted to jump for joy because she came to him for help.

“Oh well, that’s okay.” he said, standing up slowly. “We will get you all cleaned up, and I will change your sheets.”

“ I’m sorry-”

“ There’s no need to be sorry honey, this is nothing a fresh pair of pajamas and a shower can’t fix.” he walked over to her patted the top of her head, hoping that it would put her on ease. “ I mean it, it’s no big deal.”

“ I’m really sorry, I can clean it up myself it’s just-” she tried to speak, but she was suddenly overcome with the overwhelming urge to cry.

“ It’s okay, I really don’t mind.” he knelt down so he could be on her level, squatting awkwardly, at his knees.

Y/N didn’t look up from his black house shoes, with grey fuzzy lining. Upon closer inspection he was wearing cat socks, that would have seemed obnioxus but he wore them so much that the colors had faded, and the blues looked grey.

She tried to argue further, but Aizawa wouldn’t have any of that and instead ushered her down the hallway and into the spare closet, where he kept old clothes that shrunk in the wash, but Shinso wasn’t quite big enough for. He handed her plaid pajama bottoms and a t shirt with a bright yellow cat vane on it. It had been washed so many times the cat had half a face, and the only thing left of the tail was a forgotten imprint.

She followed him where he led her to the bathroom door and pushed it open. He watched her hesitate walking in the bathroom, the way her eyes glazed over at the thought of stepping on the cold tile. Her hand started to shiver when she reached for the doorknob, and that made his heart shatter into a million peices and fall all over the floor.

“ Hey Y/N, can I show you something?” he gently pushed her into the bathroom, wincing at the whimper that she made. He showed her the doorknob and fiddled with the locking mechanism. “ You see this?” he asked, squatting down to her level, to make sure that she saw it.

“ Yeah.” she whispered. “Yeah I see it.”

“ This is called a lock, you know what that is?”

She violently shook her head before whimpering again.

“ That’s okay, it’s okay, I can just explain it to you, yeah? You’re not in trouble.” his voice was sweet like a cherry pie, and warm like tea with a whole bunch of sugar.

Despite the fact that he was talle than her by at least a foot and a half, and had about 80 lbs on her, she had felt as safe as she ever had in a while. Same way she felt with Hitoshi. He was a safe person, or at least she though he was. but she shouldn’t trust her judgement. At least not recently, she thought she was past these “little accidents.” She had been through so much, but still wetting the bed like she was a child.

“ So if you twist this thing right here.” he says, twisting the locking mechanism.” It locks the door.” He grabs the door handle ant twists it. “ That basically means that nobody can open the door, unless you unlock it, and you don’t have to unless you want to. Do you understand?”

“ I think so.” she whispered.

“ Why don’t you try it for me? he asks gently.

She fiddled with the lock unlocking and locking it a few times, before looking up at Aizaw searching his face for approval, he nodded and smiled at her, before patting her on the back.

“ Good job. So when you lock that door, it means your safe, and that means nobody can get inside.” he nods. “ So I’m going to let you shower, you can come find me whenever you’re done. Take as long as you need.”

She nodded sligtly before shutting the door behind her. Aizawa waited by the door waiting to hear the click, once he did he set to work. He went to his office and shut down his computer for the rest of the night, then he walk to his sons bedroom, and knocked on the door so quiet that it sounded like awhisper.

He heard a grunt, and he let himself it surprised at the fact that the door was unlocked. He stopped locking the door, and Aizawa bit back a gleeful smile. He tip toed into the room and gently shook Hitoshi awake.

“ Dad.” he whispered, voice groggy with sleep. He was still waking up so he wasn’t able to sensor himself, and he was too tired to even realize he said it. “Is there a reason you woke me up?”

“ Y/N’s in the bathroom taking a shower, I showed her how to lock a door, but if you have to pee, go to the one downstairs.”

“ Did she have another accident?” he asked. Another fruedian slip that he did catch, he sat straight up with wide eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them. “ You can’t tell her I told you that.”

“ I won’t. You stopped locking your door?”

“ I don’t feel the need to anymore.” he said, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“ Go back to bed kid.” he said ruffling Hiitoshis already messy purple hair, and pushung him back down.

“ You’re the one who woke me up.” he laughed. Aizawa had already made it to the door, when Hitoshi asked one final question. “ Do you need any help? With cleaning?”

“ No, I got it, but thankyou for offering.” he said. “ You’re a good kid, Hitoshi.” he spoke.

“ So I’ve heard.” he spoke, he flopped back on the bed like a fish on dry land, shutting his eyes and turning his brain to turn off. “ Leave the door open.” he called after her.

This was a smile that he couldn’t hide, and made no effort to. He didn’t care if the world saw the wide grin that he was holding, because his son just. asked him to leave the door open.

He made his way to the spare bedroom where Y/N was sleeping, with fresh sheets and a bottle of water for her nightstand, suspecting that she stopped drinking water in effort to stop her from having to use the bathroom.

He took off the damp bed sheets and left them in a pile on the floor and replaced the waterproof matress cover. Not before spraying down the matress with lysol spray, he went through the motions that felt all to familiar, and he hated the fact that he had to do this again. He never wanted to do this again, but he would, if it made her feel safe.

So young, and already been through so much. So young and already hit with the worst of the humankind had to offer. She was really a great kid, anyone who cared to show her the slightest bit of kindness would know that. Alot like Hitoshi who was loveable in the effortless way.

He had to do that alot with Hitoshi in the beginning, he often let go of his bladder in the middle of the night because the horrors of his past haunted his dreams. He too woke Aizawa in the middle of the night, using a pillow to cover his crotch, and Aizawa changed his sheets. He would do it 1,000 more times for the both of them.

He had just finished replacing the pillows when she walked in the room, holding a pile of dirty clothes and used towels, wearing the pajamas that Aizawa gave her. The shirt fell to her knees and the pants pooled at her ankles because she was lacking in the height department, she hardly made any noise and the only reason Aizawa heard her was because she said something.

“ I didn’t know where to put the dirty things.”

“ You can drop em’ on the floor, I’ll get them on the way out.”

She dropped them on the floor, and tip toed over to the bed. Aizawa went through the nightstand and pulled out a pair of old wool socks and put them on. He motioned for her to grab them and she did.

“ It gets cold.”

She nodded quietly, looking at the fresh sheets and made bed. She really didn’t want to ruin all the effort just because she couldn’t hold her bladder.

“ Thank you.” she whispered. “ For everything.”

“ Thank you for coming to me, I really appreciate it.” he offered. “ I noticed you didn’t drink all of today. Was that because you thought if you didn’t drink anything, you wouldn’t have any accidents?”

Y/N meekly nodded and sat down on the bed, and smoothed out the oversized pajamas on her leg.

“ The only thing that’s gonna get you is mildly dehydrated.” he laughed slightly. “ How was your shower?”

“Warm.”

“ Do you feel clean?”

She nodded.

“I’m glad that you’re shower was warm. Hitoshi uses up alot of hot water.” He had a very sweet laugh, sweet like sugar that melted on snow. A laugh that can light up an entire room and make grandma’s blush.

“ Can I sit?” he offered. She nodded, still not looking up. He sat down next to her, the bed squeaking as he eased onto the bedframe. “ When I was your age, something reaally bad happened to me, and I started wetting the bed. I was really embarrased too.”

“Were they because of nightmares?”

“ No.” he spoke plainly, as if he were talking to a wall. “ Sometime’s I would just wake up in a puddle of my own pee.I was really embarrased about it. I felt like a baby. My parents were really understanding about it though, whenever it happened they were really helpful. It helped to talk to someone about it.”

“ When did it stop?” she asked, the thought that had been bouncing around her skull. What she wanted to ask Hitoshi, and what she asked him.

“ After a few months, I ummm... I don’t know why, it just stopped. I tried to not drink any water, I ended up in the hospital because of mild dehydration. I tried to stay up all night, and I ended up passing out at the breakfast tables, my parnets were not amused about that.” he chuckled. “ I don’t remeber much about that time in my life, but I just remeber feeling very-”

“Embarassed.”

“ Yeah. Whenever me and Mic moved in together I was afraid it would start happening again, so I would wait until he fell asleep and slept on the couch.”

“ Did he find out?”

“ Yup, he told me he didn’t care about my “issues”, and I started sleeping in the same bed. It happened, and he was nice about it, but I was still embarrassed. I know this is me calling the kettle black, but he told me I shouldn’t be embarrassed. He was right.”

“I feel embarrased.” her eyes welled with tears.

“ I get it.”

“ I feel like a baby, I mean Eri never wet the bed not once. I just-”

“ It’s not uncommon for kids who have been through something tramatic for them to start wetting the bed.”

“ I hate it. I hate it. I-”

“ I know, I know.” he tried to comfort her, but she delved face first into hysterics.”

“ I the way I feel, I feel so gross. I’m disgusting-”

“ You’re not disgusting, it’s not gross. It’s just a bodily function that’s all-”

“ I’m a digsusting person-”

“ You took shower, we’ve changed your sheets. And I know that can’t help with everything, but you are clean. You’re not disgusting, I promise-”

“ I just... I feel so pathetic. Everybody has been putting so much effort into fixing me, and I... I still wet my pants like I’m some kid. I don’t even have nightmares I just wake up in a puddle of my own piss.”

“ I get it.”

“ I try so hard to hold it in, but then I just can’t, and I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.”

“ I wish I had nightmare’s. I wish I had them so I could have some sort of reason to be doing this-”she was digging a hole that she wouldn’t be able to get out of.

“ It’s okay. I promise. I’m not mad at you, I won’t punish you.” he whispered. “You’re not in trouble.”

“ I’m tired.” she confessed. “ I’m so tired.”

“ Then sleep. You’re safe here I promise.”

“What happens if I have a accident?” she meekly ask.

“ Then we’ll clean it up, and you can go back to sleep.” he smiled. “ I’ll see you in the morning. I’m taking Hitoshi to the mocies if you want to come.”

And with that's he stood up, he flattened out the spot that he had been sitting at and started towards the door. Y/N letting her body go limp on the bed, her mind ebbed and flowed until it fell onto one thought.

“ I know this door has a lock-”

“ Feel free to lock it if you feel the need-”

“ Do I have to?” she asked.

“ No.” Aizawa asked “ No you don’t.”

Aizawa didn’t fight back the smile, he just picked up the dirty clothes from the floor, and closed the door behind him.

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jihyuniepark · 2 years

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Done with life or nah?

Warning: Cursing, Depression, Loosing a limb(read to find out who), angst, (not sure how I am supposed to note these but feel free to help me!)

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You lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, deep in your mind. The usual thinking about your life decisions. This has become a routine for you every night. `Was it worth it anymore?' `Am I really useless?'. Lifting yourself up, you make your way to the bathroom. Your hands push the door weakly. You stand in front of the sink, sighing after catching a glimpse of your miserable face, you turn your head down to look at your feet 'I hate myself'. Quickly your right hand opens the cabinet under the sink, hand clumsily searching for something. Finally found it, you take a look at the knife. A knife that Toga gave to you as a present for your birthday. The perfect knife for killing people, most importantly killing yourself. You lost in your mind again, thinking if you really should do this, if you should just end it all. Often you see yourself as a burden, as someone who holds the LOV back. Maybe if you weren't there, they would be happy. After all, who would want someone as worthless and useless as you are. "Who would want someone like me?" You repeated. Yeah maybe he is right. Slowly you lift up your left arm, you stare at it sadly while also feeling the anger rising up. Tears threaten to fall. From the wrist up, your hand is completely gone. 'Yeah he's right" you smile sadly while holding back tears.

The members noticed the change of your behaviour. The girl that used to smile a lot, making jokes to cheer them up, playful but at the same time serious is now gone. All that is left is a girl that is desperately trying to survive. But again they decided to not say anything. They already have a hunch of what happened that may be causing it.

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You just got back from your patrol. You know just the usual making sure there aren't any heroes out there that might already catch a smell of the base or else you all need to hide elsewhere. Feeling extremely tired you're hoping you would get some rest instead of comforting your boyfriend, Shigaraki, for the hundreds of times. Now don't get you wrong, you love him for all your life and would sacrifice yourself for him but recently things haven't been the best. You pushed the door to your shared bedroom, sighing to yourself miserably when you caught a pile of dust laying on the floor. Looks like the world will turn against you today too. `There goes another one'. It seems like another mission has gone wrong. You make your way to the corner of the room, having noticed your boyfriend scratching himself at the corner. You cringed at the blood on his body. "Babe? What happened?" You kneeled down in front of him. "Nothing, go away"

You sighed already knowing that this might take a while before you get the rest you needed. "Come on, Shiggy. I know something went wrong. Di-Did a mission failed again?", you tested your luck but when red eyes instantly snap towards your direction, you know you fucked up. "What do you mean by again?" he spats the words while glaring at you. "Do you really think I'm that worthless like you? I'm better than you, you stupid bitch!", You flinch. Trying not to make it worse, you try to explain yourself "No! I mean-" "LISTEN HERE YOU PIECE OF SHIT. YOU'RE ONLY HERE BECAUSE I WANT YOU TOO. I COULD JUST KILL YOU INSTANTLY WITH HOW USELESS YOU'RE TO ME NOW. HOW USELESS YOU'RE BACK THEN"

"Someone who couldn't even save their own family when they are right there" He knows he is being irrational when you only want to help him but he couldn't help but push on one of your nerves.

Now the word keeps on ringing in your head. You smile to yourself remembering the accident 10 years ago when you can't even save your own family from the fire that happened because your brother couldn't contain himself when he discovered his quirk. The only reason you can't save them is because you have the same quirk. You can't fight fire with fire. It's only going to make it worsen, so you just watch as everything goes downhill. Watching with your own eyes, your own family burned alive or so that's what you told them. But little do they know, you didn't even want to save them, not at all.

"Fine. Do whatever suits you. I'm tired", You ended the fight right there and then. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" He spat out, standing up. Immediately you back away, giving him space. "It's not like I can help you since you won't tell me anything at all" you turn around. "You? Help me? Some weaklings can't possibly think they can help someone as good as a god like me." He smirk. You smile despite the ache in your heart.

"You don't even have a good quirk"

Now that's got your attention. "Excuse me?" You turned your body toward him, feeling deeply offended and hurt. Your quirk isn't "weak" or special. But it's pretty strong. It's a fire quirk that is almost the same as Dabi but the difference is you can change the colour to any colours you want, so it's easier for you to blame the fire to anyone else since you don't have a permanent colour while Dabi's fire is a beautiful and fascinating blue. It always gets you off guard every time he uses it. Even you can't copy the colour perfectly.

"What the fuck did you just say?" You glared at him, extremely pissed off. "I said your quirk isn't that great" he smugly said. "I mean take a look at your own quirk Shigaraki. It's not that special either. Not to forget what it did to your own family" You slam a hand on your mouth. You went too far and you didn't mean to. Shigaraki eyes went wide open and he's fuming with anger. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to go that far!" "FUCK YOU" You hear footsteps outside the room. The others must have heard you guys fighting for a while now. "Fuck babe. I'm sorry I didn't mean to!" "DON'T FUCKING CALL ME THAT"

When both of his hands started to reach out for you, you immediately backed off. "SHIGARAKI PLEASE!" You pulled your hands away from him and tried to turn around when you heard the door open. When you feel pain shooting down your left arm and you're screaming bloody murder. The pains are shooting all over your body causing you to scream in agony. You feel someone pulled you away and brought you to the bar outside. They quickly cut your left hand's wrist to avoid it spreading. "Take a deep breath. It'll be okay" You hear Toga said after calming down. You cringe at the pain you feel in your left arm. "Here take this" Dabi placed pain killers in front of you. Without hesitating you just gulp down the pain killers, just wanting the pain to go away. "You okay?" Dabi asked. "Okay? OKAY?! WHAT THE FUCK DABI?! I JUST LOST MY FUCKING LEFT HAND! I'M NOT FUCKING OKAY" You cried but when you feel Dabi hugged you. You feel guilty for screaming at him when all his done is just helping you. "'m sorry. Scared" he nodded. "It's okay. It'll be okay. I'm here for you. We're here for you" he calmed you down. After a while, your crying slows down to hiccup.

"Y/N........." Dabi feels you tense up when you hear Shigaraki's voice. "Baby? Please I'm sorry" you don't reply to him. You heard his footsteps coming closer, making you hug Dabi even tighter. You feel Dabi lifting you up "Oi Oi Oi Back off" Dabi back away with you in his arm, clenching his teeth. He can't help but feel the hatred growing in his chest after seeing Shigaraki use his quirk on you causing you to lose your arm. "Dabi. 'm scared" you whimpered. "Shhh Shhh. It's okay. I won't let him come near you" he promised, bouncing you up and down still trying to calm you down. Even he himself feels irritated with Shigaraki.

Toga's hiding you and Dabi from Shigaraki sight. The others are ready to prevent you from hurting more than you already are. They all have a soft spot for you but won't admit it. "P-please" he begged them, eyes burning with tears that were leaking. But to his disappointment, none of them moved from their spot and he knew he couldn't even begin to convince them to let him see you. For him to possibly apologize even if you won't accept it, the least he could do is try. A couple minutes pass that feels like hours, you finally whimper from holding the pain due to the room getting so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Eyes snaps to you, Dabi clears his throat sending a glare in Shigaraki's way "I'll end you if I have to" and immediately retreats to his room. For a second you thought that he's bringing you back to your own room so you clutch your hands on his jacket and quietly whispers "'m don't wanna go back Dabs". "I know I know. I'll never bring you back in there even if you want to" he shushed you. He opens his door and closes in on his back making his way towards his bed. "Sorry my room might not be as nice as yours. There's only one bed so I hope you won't mind my body as a company" he chuckled making you smile a lil. A proud feeling is booming in his chest seeing that he makes you smile. "There's the sweet smile I have been missing"

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And ever since you've been sleeping in Dabi's room. Shigaraki tried talking to you a ~couple~ hundreds of times but you never glance his way to even notice him. Slowly but surely he has given up his hopes and instead tries to send you notes at least once a day to let you know that he's sorry. But it got burned by Dabi before it can reach you. And that makes you feel a lot more better at the thought of someone protecting you from danger.

Your eyes burned with tears at the memory, shaking your heads hoping that it'll go away. You sighed miserably while still looking at the knife. Should you?

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Maybe a part 2 if you guys want? This is my first post so please ignore the mistakes (tell me). I'm not really a writer and English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy it. There are two possible endings maybe shorts one but we'll see.

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