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yanderenightmare · 8 months

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incel Shiggy roofying his big-titted cheerleader crush at a party!!! she’s sound asleep while he’s fucking her little cunny raaawwwww 😭😭😭pleeeeeeeeeez

BNHA ! THIRST

Shigaraki Tomura x f!darling

TW: yandere, noncon/dubcon, NSFW, incel, roofying, sex while darling's unconscious, somnophilia, Shiggy is very naughty in this, darling has big breasts

CHEERS

He’s coolheaded but nervous as hell, locking the door behind him quietly – eyes shifty, heart pounding, hands sweaty, pants heavy.

He shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out the condom he’d been saving for you… but after turning around and seeing you lie there, oh-so-very still – soft body sound asleep on the bed - he thought it would be a waste and dropped the rubber on the floor instead.

Swallowing thickly, his cock made a jump, perking up even more at the thought of fucking your unprepped little cunny raw – tip leaking pre just thinking about it – straining in an almost painful bulge against his clothes while his head burned with the vile thoughts of what he planned on doing to you.

He stepped out of his sneaks and nearly tripped shuffling off his cargos, slipping his fingers beneath the band to his boxers and sliding those down his thighs as well – his thickness springing free with an eager kick as he left it all in a heap on the floor before getting onto the bed.

His drugs had you knocked out good – so good, only a teensy soft croon escaped your parted lips as he clambered on top of you.

He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, staring down at your resting face – breaths short and heavy as he rubbed over his cockhead with his fingers, catching the sticky slick that had formed there before motioning the digits toward your mouth – stuffing them past your plump lips. He made sure to wipe the cum on your tongue – watching you moan with gleeful eyes as you unconsciously sucked the skin clean.

He shuddered at the sight, playing with the wet muscle with another fist wrapped tight around his shaft – breaths getting tighter – red eyes big while scanning your body, helplessly spread open under him. High gym socks squeezed into the chub of your midthighs while he hiked your short cheer skirt up around your tummy, leaving only a thin panty separating him from your smooth-shaven cunt.

He didn’t waste much time. Swallowing the drool pooling beneath his tongue while clammy hands reached out to grip the lace, clumsy in his haste when tugging it down your thighs and legs and off at your feet. He put the tiny article to his face and indulged in a shamelessly perverted sniff – feeling his abdomen roar in return.

Eyes, steamy and dulled as more pearls pilled from his reddened tip when looking at your sweet little exposed slit. He wrapped his shaft with your panties and put his weeping cock-head right where he’d taken them off – in a soft kiss to those puffy pussylips – splitting them apart to smear his spillage over your clit and entrance – almost immediately beginning to push.

“Come on- let me in.” He groaned, frustration already lacing his voice, turning it into something desperate – almost resembling a whine as he continued nudging against your taut opening, trying to press his plush bulging head inside with little kindness – except for a fat blob of spit he let drip off his tongue – landing in a splat right on your clit and slowly sliding down to where he tried to fit.

It wasn’t much, but it proved to be just enough – making you jerk with a tiny sound of discomfort as your hole finally gave and received the first inch.

“There you go~” He choked out in relief, hands gripping the swell of your hips, eagerly glaring down at the lewd sight – where lubed with a mix of saliva and precum, he kept sinking inside the tight space one fat inch at a time.

Your thighs strained at the intrusion, trying to wind shut to protect yourself even in your sleep – but it achieved little less than making Shiggy smile.

He sighed in awe, offering a low and amused hum while effortlessly pushing them back in their place – his red eyes dazed, misty while looking at your little hole swallow him up, so tight and so tense at the stretch where his big cock bullied its way forth until he was all the way inside – balls-deep, nestled tight against your womb.

“Touchdown~” He cheered in a drawl, mocking the way you squeal for football players after scoring, pumping your silly pompoms in the air with a high kick and bright smile – jumping up and down with pudgy tits bouncing in your tiny cheer outfit.

He feared you would change out of the skimpy articles after the game. But lucky him, you hadn’t even showered. You were all ribboned pigtails and glitter makeup still, dewy and sweet-smelling from dried sweat and perfume. Dirty with greenery from the field and booze from the pep rally and soon to be made absolutely trashed and filthy with his spunk in your cunt.

He groaned, still remaining buried in all the way, liking how you snatched him tight, clinging to his length like a virgin – but soon pulled out. Rocking back from the deepest part of you, he watched you hang onto and writhe at every ridge and vein before his bulging head popped out with a wet shlick.

You’d glossed him nicely with pussyjuice, made his cock warm and wet.

He smiled, fingers pinching your hole open – watching it flutter from the absence of his meat – body sagging forward at the pretty sight as he got down low until his mouth was on your muff with dewy huffs – tongue sticking out and sliding through your slit with a breathy shudder.

Hands grabbed fistfuls of the chunk of your ass, pulling you snug around his face while he munched – sucking your bud into his mouth and in between his teeth – hearing you give the softest little moan in regard.

His heart drummed a rushed beat in his chest at your taste, so sweet and so naughty, driving him crazy – but he was going to take it nice and slow. He planned on having a good long time with you – wanted to leave traces of himself all along your body for you to find once waking up.

He got back up in position. No mind to bother wiping his chin except with his tongue out and gliding across his lips for any excess as he sunk back inside you with a content sigh.

Even wetter after his lathering, you took him in with ease – accepting it only with a pretty moan.

His hands left the squeeze of your thighs and reached for the straps on your shoulders, pulling them down until your heavy breasts flopped out. They were fatty and firm little things – big handfuls of plush down, soft and honkable in his grip.

He couldn’t count how many times he’d fisted his cock at the thought of sliding between them. “Mmh~ I’mma do that later- right now ’m gonna make these cheer titties bounce ‘n’ jump up and down for me~” He moaned in a frenzied giggle. “You’re gonna root for me as I drive a goal right into your teensy tiny hole~ give you a nice warm creampie to help you dream sweet~”

He placed one hand on each tit, pinching your sweet stiff nips between his thumb and index finger, and then he picked up the pace – cock driving in deep, ramming your cervix, lingering there in that plush warmth for a brief but full second, before swiftly pulling out – pounding you good and hard enough to elicit moans despite you still being out-cold.

Your cunt started to squelch, and he couldn't believe it – he think he might have just made you cum in your sleep – the way your hips softly lolled and gummy walls started milking him tight, fluttering around the size of him – lovingly enough to make him buckle over – his face panting against the pillow next to your head, drowning in it while your cunt cuddled him tight in your orgasm.

He made a pathetic sound, and soon he was spurting too – unable to hold back any longer – hips stuttering, dick deep while shooting rope after thick warm rope inside you – his mouth gaping against your cheek, grunting as he stormed your cunt to drive his cum in deeper. Emptying himself inside your heat for a good minute and fucking the leakage back into you for an even better minute, and then, just to keep his cock warm while his breath evened, he kept you propped for yet another one.

He sloshed his cock out after a while – still bone-hard and standing although numb post-nut, yet so sensitivehe made himself hiss when touching it.

He lazed off of you, feet prickling against the cool floor as he rose up – looking at you and your poor sore cunt he’d just pounded into climax. You were still pulsing from it, hole spasming – drooling with his thick white load, spilling out and onto the sheets beneath.

“Bet that felt nice~” He grinned warmly, reaching a hand down to squish your lips apart as he bowed to lick the insides of your mouth with a hungry moan, tasting the sweet mix of your spit and the fruity drink he’d slipped the pills in earlier – before pulling back with a slurp and motioning his cock to your face.

It was messy with slick and cream and cum, and just aching to get inside the sweet welcoming warmth of your mouth.

He bit his lip, sucking his teeth while playing with the blubber of your lips with the glossy tip of his cockhead – making you kiss it so sweetly. He nearly lost balance from the sight – fever pounding in his head, making sweat pill beneath his bangs, which now clung to his skin in wet meanders. His sounds wavered, feeling the pressure and pulse of arousal surging in his loins, heavy in his gut and burning with desperation in his length as he pushed into the softness of your mouth, sliding along the wet runway of your tongue and getting sucked down the choke of your tight little throat.

“Yes- yes- yess-” Poured from him in strings of drool he no longer had the mind to swallow. Cupping your cheek in his palm as he pumped in and out of your mouth – his jaw hanging open with unfiltered sounds, watching with awe how you suckled him clean and seemed to beg for a warm mouthful of his jizz.

He had to throw his head back so as not to lose his semblance, grabbing your tit as an additional anchor – feeling your soft tongue lick the spine and your pillowlips pucker on his girth – being such a sweet slut in your sleep – worshipping his cock like that.

He pulled and pinched your nipple, and you seemed to like it – moaning around his member with eyes closed in bliss like a little whore, gagging once he got a little too eager and fucked a little too deep. “Oh, it’s coming, little cheer-slut~ don’t worry your sleepy little head ~” He crooned, a hand tangled in your hair while fucking the pocket of your cheek in slow strokes – smiling at the cute sight of it bulging.

He found your undies again, raising them to his nose once more to breathe in the sweet, rich tones of your scent – sighing out in pleasure – but no, he couldn't cum yet. He still hadn't fucked your tits like he promised.

Leaving your mouth, he swung a leg over you and seated himself on your stomach. And pinned beneath him like that, it wouldn’t even have mattered if you’d suddenly woken up. But you didn’t stir – still lying there peacefully with a smile of slick on your face. He chuckled softly and bunched up your tits, pressing his spit-slicked rod between them – watching himself poke out the other end of your cleavage with a gleam in his eyes – mouth parting with a happy smile.

And they were so soft – plush like cotton and velvety smooth, taking his cock so good where he slid through them like butter. He groaned, gripping them tighter in his fists, giving them greedy squeezes as he plowed between them.

Swollen nipples he’d tugged one too many times were big and throbbing, making you whine and whimper small drowsy sounds as he kept on messaging them – pinched tight between his finger and thumb.

You made a greater sound once he pulled on them – mouth apart in a cry which immediately made the knot in his gut tug – balls clenching, wanting to capsize – the need for release strumming along his veins.

He leaned back on his calves, cock aimed up into the air, planning on showering you with the next batch. Fapping the long shaft in quick desperate jerks until he exploded for the second time – shooting it all over your tits and face.

Leaning forward again, breaths dramatic – he pumped and dumped the rest of the load out into your mouth. Carefully now, with lazy movement, he kept leisurely stroking his length like a pet – soothing and congratulating him on a good job as he watched his fine work. Splotches of creamy white splattered on your pretty skin, now melting down your curves and drying in place.

It was a peaceful thing to watch… but his cock was hard and hungry still.

He looked at his watch, earning his smile. He had a lot more time left.

The party downstairs was only barely getting started and would continue for several hours until morning. People always go crazy after winning a game – and for once, he was just as thrilled as everyone else.

Maybe next, he’d make a cumdump of your little cheer-butt too.

tip-jar: Kofi

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mangostarjam · 5 days

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knot happening (part one) — bnha, alpha!bakugou katsuki x f!reader, aged up characters, established relationship, a/b/o dynamics, use of "brat" and "pipsqueak" as pet names, smut in the second part (coming soon), omegaverse!au for the spring fever collab run by @lorelune ! 1.2k words

your new company has some... interesting policies for employee heat cycles. you do your best to find a loophole.

"I can't do it."

"The hell d'ya mean, you can't do it?"

You give your Pro Hero boyfriend and resident alpha A Look. Bakugou Katsuki has the grace to shut his mouth, but he rolls his eyes and drapes a heavy arm over your shoulders, yanking you into him on the faded yellow couch you picked out together years ago.

"This is my first heat at this new job, and it's just... embarrassing. Do you know what they do, Katsuki?"

He raises a sharp blonde eyebrow in invitation.

"They..." your voice drops with horror, "they announce it to the whole company."

"Hah?" Katsuki sits up a little, strong thighs flexing beneath his gym shorts. He came in on the tail end of your mental breakdown, finding you pacing in the living room of your apartment with your hands tugging incessantly on your borrowed shirt. "What the fuck?"

"I know," you wail, "it's ridiculous! The president sends out a company wide email explaining your absence, and the HR team sends you a care basket, and the Sales team sets up a pre-heat drinking party! Do you know what's in the care basket, Katsuki?"

"Do I wanna know?"

"It's filled with sex toys, babe! SEX TOYS! From my company! They're branded!"

A spark lights up in Katsuki's otherwise vaguely concerned expression. "Don't they know you're mated?"

"Yes, of course, that was in my file," you wave him off, still seeing horror images of company branded sex toys floating in your mental vision. "I heard from Sasaki in Accounting that the toys are for when your mate needs a break. Y'know, from fucking."

Katsuki's derisive snort is loud and breaks you out of your personal hellhole. "What kinda fuckin' alpha needs a break when their mate needs 'em?"

"Well, not every alpha is a big strong Pro Hero like you," you point out, poking him on one annoyingly firm bicep. The familiar scent of caramel and smoke fills your nose. "And actually, maybe I should ask if they've got any onaholes for when you're the one in heat. Last time I needed another two days to recover."

"Hah?! There's no fucking way I'll use one of those!"

You peer up at your boyfriend reproachfully. "I like being able to walk, Katsuki."

"You don't need to fuckin' walk if I'm carryin' you everywhere, brat."

"Hmm, we'll see," you say. Katsuki's red eyes flash as you tap your bottom lip with your finger thoughtfully. "There's gotta be a way for me to take a week off work without telling them I'm going into heat."

"There's no way you'll be able to avoid it," Katsuki rumbles, leaning forward to catch your finger with his teeth. He nips at it lightly before leaning down more to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. That, more than anything, finally makes your anxiety simmer down. "You always smell so fucking good before it starts. Everyone's gonna notice."

"You're the only one who can do anything about it, though, so you'll have to keep it in your pants or quit picking me up after work."

"Not happening," Katsuki presses another kiss along your hairline and noses into the strands, sniffing deeply. It tickles, and you laugh, trying halfheartedly to shove him off of you. "What else do they give in these care packages?"

"Actually, besides the super cursed sex toys, they include really good snacks and electrolyte drinks to keep your energy up," you say, "and I'm really glad my company is so open about it all, but it's just so embarrassing!"

Katsuki hums, letting you vent out your worries. You look really pretty like this, dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of pajama shorts, some soft cotton thing that barely covers your perfect ass. He pulls your legs onto his lap and you flop backwards on the couch, moving on from your minor breakdown to sharing a funny story that happened to one of your new coworkers the other day. He had missed hearing about it then, stuck on overtime for a patrol, so he basks in your attention now as the two of you laze around on the couch.

The afternoon passes into evening. It's a rare lazy Monday together — your new job lets you have three day weekends in exchange for slightly longer work days, and Katsuki's patrol schedule happened to line up this week. You're digging into a pint of ice cream after polishing off a plate of his delicious (but spicy) curry and rice when it comes up again.

"What're you gonna do about your heat?"

"Well, I was thinking," you slide your spoon into the thick cream and wave it at him, "I'll still need to use my authorized heat cycle time off, since I want to save my vacation and comp time for real uses, so there's no avoiding the company finding out..."

Katsuki raises an eyebrow and accepts the spoonful of ice cream you're dangling in his face. His tongue pokes out to chase a bit of cream lingering on the edge of his lip and he grins, sharp, at the way your eyes track the movement. "But...?"

You have a feeling Katsuki hasn't fully thought through the horrors of corporate sponsored pleasure items, but you have, and the thought of everyone at your new company knowing you'll be getting fucked within an inch of your life makes you want to shrivel up and die. All companies have policies in place to protect time off for heat cycles, as society couldn't function otherwise, but this is the first place you've worked where impending heat cycles are declared company-wide. Normally it's just marked as time off.

"But they don't have to find out until after it starts, right? So as long as I can get through the pre-heat stuff without anyone noticing, I can avoid the cursed care package and company-wide email!"

"Ain't happening," Katsuki says flatly.

"We've been mated for sooo long now, babe," your gaze flicks up to meet his and you pout. Your boyfriend outright snorts when you start batting your eyelashes at him. "Surely you can resist the pre-heat symptoms this one time? I swear I'll get over my company's shenanigans once I see it happen to a few other people. It's really great how supportive they are, but I need some time, that's all."

"Your heat is in like. Two weeks," Katsuki says.

You pout up at him some more.

"During your last heat cycle we broke the mattress frame when I missed your first few pre-heat days."

"Yeah, but that was because you had that mission that went long," you say. If you could just... convince him... "C'mon, babe, this will be different! You're such a strong, powerful alpha — resisting me will be a piece of cake! Unless..." you pause and scoop another bite of ice cream into your mouth, "you're too weak to resist me."

"Are you callin' me weak?" Katsuki narrows his eyes. You wave your spoon casually and shrug.

"I mean... all you've gotta do is ignore my pre-heat. I'm just an itty bitty omega..."

Getting into a staring match with Pro Hero Dynamight is not on anyone's Top Ten Good Ideas list, but you match your boyfriend's red glare steadily.

"Alright, pipsqueak, you're on," Katsuki scoffs. "We'll see who's beggin' for who by the time your heat rolls around."

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ayasuki · 6 months

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6th Bakugou x Reader FANFIC RECS

some are short but they're good hehe (most of these are suggestive :P)

> • 𝑹𝒆𝒄 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕

" Dream Eater " by justatypicaltrash

dream eater!bakugou x reader

warning: slight angst

bakugo is an eternal living dream eater.

" I Like You, Okay?! " by kikyo-bnha-imagines

bakugou x fem!reader

summary: katsuki struggles to confess to his crush.

" Workshopped Romance " by itsmm4hiii

pro-hero!bakugou x fem!reader

summary: working for a hero costume designer has its perks like; meeting heroes, playing with cool technologies, getting you're name out- y/n didn't really expect her own boss will try and hook her up with a customer.

" Blood Moonlit, Must be Counterfeit " by irisintheafterglow

pro-hero!bakugou x reader

warning: swearing ofc cuz it's bakugo, mentions of drinking and alcohol, halloween party, first meeting, emotionally constipated katsuki and reader is kinda oblivious lol

summary: a guy at a party has a really good dynamight costume, and you two get to talking about your favorite heroes.

WARNING | beneath the cut are slightly suggestive to full on smut fics

" no title " by moominsuki

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: ch. 359-362 spoilers kinda. a little suggestive but fluff all around

summary: katsuki hates being off the job. but what he hates more is being treated like glass, especially by you.

" as the years go by " by quitesins

pro-hero!bakugou x fem!reader

warning: suggestive, slight nsfw, friends to lovers, unrequited love ig? virgin!reader, drabble

summary: being friends with bakugou since UA, watching each other change as the years go by, but still having room to learn more, so much more.

" no title " by izvmimi

warning: palace drama au, multiple wives, fem!reader, brief explicit sex.

" One More Time " by yanderenightmare

warning: derogatory dirty talk, spanking, angsty but with a fluffy ending

" no title " by dreamland03

bakugou x reader

warning: mention of sex like once, drinking, mention of trauma, bad self image

" Come Sit " by saturnorbits

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: cock-warming

summary: after a long day, all you need is bakugo.

" Feral " by smiley-babe

wolfhybrid!bakugou x fem!reader

warnings: aged up characters, lowkey monster fucking (hybrid bakugo has wolf ears, a tail, and fangs), knotting, HUGE breeding kink, no specific dynamics, biting, small blood kink (if you squint), marking/ bonding, heat/ rut behavior, panty sniffing, kind of rough sex, oral (f receiving), and fingering

summary: taking in a wolf hybrid already didn’t seem like a good idea, but when spring hits… all hell breaks loose.

" Personal Trainer!BKG " by bakubunny

personal trainer!bakugou x plus size!fem!reader

warning: oral sex (m receiving), rough sex.

" On To Better Things " by savnofilter

prohero!dilf!bakugou x fem!reader

warning: angst, strangers to lovers

sfw | toxic & abusive relationship, toxic baby daddy, mentions postpartum, mental health, arguing, mentions of legal proceedings, counseling, drama, cultural family expectations, love bombing, manipulation, a man being a hypocrite, reader low-key needs a new circle of people around them but that's neither here nor there, reader loves their daughter to pieces </3, reader's daughter is a hand full but we stan!, reader spaces out a lot, "our kids are best friends but we never met before and so happen to be single" trope.

nsfw | fingering, cunnilingus, groping, praise kink, reader has multiple orgasms (2, hinted 4), reader is a bit shy as it's been awhile and feels nervous, vocal queen reader, clothed sex, protected sex, comforting!bakugo, non-established relationship.

" Swipe Right " by ryukatters

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: dubcon, quirkless/college! au, jealousy, possessiveness, breeding, creampie, unprotected sex, cum eating, cunnilingus, overstimulation, praise, biting, bkg gets a little rough with you, and bkg's also a fucking simp

summary: your boyfriend decides to make a fake tinder profile for you just to see how many matches you get. he comes to a realization just how many other people want what’s already his.

" no title " by katbakubae

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: language, dom!bakugou, possessiveness, jealousy, (mild) stalking, name calling, spanking, rough oral.

summary: sick of your boyfriends lack of time with you because of his busy schedule, you decided to take some time for yourself. unfortunately, letting that happen was never an option for him.

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lunas-side-anime-blog · 4 months

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Modern College Student/BF Eren Yeager Headcanons

Armin version: HERE

Changed his major so. many. times.

Tried premed bc of his dad but then realized he had to take a lot of math and was like “lol no”

Was a business major for a bit but he didn’t have enough tact or strategy so dropped that pretty quick

Philosophy was next but he has such black and white way of thinking, he always got into arguments with the professors

Ethics was ruled out after like a week bc of…well, obvious reasons

Joined Armin’s major for like a month but it took so much studying and memory that he quit

Tried psych with Mikasa but yeah every teacher kept telling him to go to therapy??? And he was like “no thank you.”

Eventually i think he will land in something like sport communication or management, bc the competition really gets him fired up and he’s only good at something if he’s passionate about it

also feel like he’d be a college athlete with some scholarships so yeah, it makes sense

Not a great student tbh

Type of bitch to say “c’s get degrees.”

Really its only his public speaking skills that are keeping his grade afloat bc his presentations are sooo hype and get the class all inspired n shit

His essays and quizzes tho? Yeah, not so good

Bad at attending classes too, for sure will be like “srry my grandma died.”

And the teacher is just like “you’ve used that excuse already?twice??"

And hes just like “ugh fine you got me, I was tired and hungover”

Def tried to join a frat but Armin and Mikasa threatened to not be friends with him

Still hangs with the frat boys a lot and is always partying with them

Pregames wayyy too hard tho, wasted before the party even starts

Unironically dances to lmfao and pitbull at college parties like “party rockers” is his fucking jam

Casual pothead, has a bong he def like nicknamed the “titan” cuz it’s so fucking huge

Will share his stash with you but like next time you got alc or bud just know he’s hitting that shit

High Eren is just really philosophical about freedom but with the munchies

Diet consists of instant ramen, mcdonalds and box mac n cheese, probably alot of redulls too

Thank god he’s athletic w a high metabolism

Is fucking rocking the man bun and will fight you if you say otherwise

Games often with Jean, Conny and Sasha

Rage quits all the time and yes, Jean has recorded most of them for blackmail

Still uses snapchat streaks and will be so salty if one of his friends broke it

“You know nothing of loyalty. It’s one snap a day! How fucking hard was that?”

Smells like irish spring body wash, old spice deodorant and weed

Also mint? I feel like he’s always chewing gum

One of those smokers who think he can just splash cold water on his face and chew on some gum and it wouldn’t be obvious that he’s high af

Carmex lip balm is the only slightly self care item he owns

Really into anime, loves the boss fights

I feel like he’d really like Naruto, Demon Slayer, Bnha or jojo’s bizarre adventure

You know anything with a lot of fights or training

Ppl say he’d like Deathnote bc light but honestly I think he would get lost with all the twists and be like “why tf aren’t ppl just punching each other???”

Loves rap if he’s feeling good or screamo if he’s angry, like there's no in between lmao

For sure listens to his music way too loud even with air pods

“Max volume isn’t enough, I wanna fuck the song” type of dude

I feel like him and Conny at one point prob tried to make a youtube channel where they like react to stuff

Jean is the top commenter…..too bad it’s hate comments lol

Is one of those guys who has such a high body temp that even if it’s like december and snowing out, he’s still in basketball shorts and a short sleeve shirt

Progressive bc Armin taught him how sex doesn’t equal gender, and pronouns are to be respected

Still a dick tho

“He’s such a fucking- wait hold up what are your pronouns? They? K cool was just gonna talk shit about you but wanted to be respectful about it, thanks.” goes back to his other conversation like, “They are such a fucking worthless cunt.”

As your bf

Probably met off tinder or something bc he is just a fuckboy looking to get his dick wet

But after fucking he just keeps hanging out with you? Or like if u get ur period or don't feel like sex he’s like, “it’s okay we can just watch a movie or something😀”

So ur not quite sure if you guys are fuckbuddies or not?

It becomes kinda obvious tho if he like ever sees you with another guy and gets all up in his face like “wtf are u doing with my girl/boy?”

U guys don’t have a clear anniversary bc he never asked u to be his, it was just kinda silently agreed upon?

Clingy lil bitch after sex like will follow u to the bathroom if u let him

Needs to shower with you, otherwise you both aint showering cuz he will turn off the water

“Now we both stinky, bitch.”

Gives me the vibe of a guy who learned sex stuff thru porn

He goes really hard, fast and will put you in crazy positions

If u have a vagina you prob will have to like teach him about clit stimulation and literally take his hand and lead it there, he’s a fast learner though

Will pull your hair but if you dare pull his?

He'll flip you over and spank you

Wants sooo bad to be called daddy, up to you though if u wanna call him that but you can tell he tries to lead you to say it sometimes

Not really controlling or anything, actually loves an independent partner who has their own goals

Is insanely jealous though, the only time he’s all up on you is if he thinks another guy is trying to get on you

If you fight tbh I think Eren can be a lil brat but I think he always has a time limit

Like..he’s the type of guy that has about three days in him of being an asshole or being in silent treatment mode before he just breaks and knocks on your door begging for forgiveness

A little toxic but again, more so about others than actually controlling you

The type to start a fight in your insta comments if anyone other than him or your besties call you hot

Will try to be cool and say “wear whatever you want, I can fight”

And he will but like will he also cry later? Yes.

Dates with him aren’t really dates? I think his love language is quality time so he’s the type to just try to hang out and make everything a lil “date”

Lots of late night car rides where you guys just talk and share songs (also car sex if ur up to it), lazy days where you two watch movies and cuddle in bed, also I think he’s the type of bf to try to tag along with you everywhere you go and offer to get you food afterwards

Only for like birthdays or anniversaires will he try to take you out for a fancy dinner, even then you might have to drop hints that you want a nice date bc honestly he’s totally okay getting mdconalds with you and pigging out

Overall he’s kinda a scary dog privellage as a boyfriend

Whose mainly all bark and no bite

(mostly)

Fav nicknames: Babe, babygir/babyboy, sexy, shortie

Songs that fit the vibe: 505 by Arctic Monkeys, Cherry Waves by Deftones, Daddy Issues by the Neighbourhood

“I’d probably still adore you wth your hands around my neck”

“I’ll swim down with you, is that what you want?”

“I tell you that I’m thinking about, whatever you’re thinking about”

#eren yeager #eren x reader #modern attack on titan #yandere attack on titan #yandere eren yeager #yandere anime #eren jaeger #yandere eren jaeger #aot headcanons #eren headcanons

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zorosbeau33 · 4 days

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Where they take you on vacation~ MHA/BNHA Headcanon Part 1

❖ BNHA/MHA, Starring Gender Neutral Reader and Shoto Todoroki, Kyoka Jiro, Denki Kaminari, and Eijiro Kirishima~

❖ Headcanon, Series, Fluff, Comedy, Romance

❖ Tw: None

❖ wc: 561

❖ @kimnamshiks @d0uble0hd0nut ❖ Masterlist Part 2~ (coming soon)❖

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Just a fun little pathway for you to run along while I dream of my vacay later this year~ Who would you like to see next?

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Denki Kaminari

Bora Bora

This boy knew nothing about it until he heard Yaoyorozu talk about a trip her family had taken there years ago

At first, the idea of you in a swimsuit was what drove him to suggest it, but when you made research and planning his responsibility. He fell into awe of the beauty of the place, the lure of the food and serene waters made him see how soon was too soon to book a trip there

Does a deep dive into things to do in the area for safe, nonscary excursions (no swimming with sharks, but the swimming with pigs looked fun) and overbooks you both slightly at first

Absolutely booked the best house on the water at a resort he could find that also offered couples spa packages so you both could get a little pampered before throwing on your hottest swim attire

Eijiro Kirishima

Hokkaido in winter

Kirishima wants to do something MANLY, but also have quality bonding time together with something you’d also enjoy

So he booked the hotel at the hot springs near the ski resort in Hokkaido, so he could teach you how to snowboard

Does all his research of course because it has been years since he himself was a beginner snowboarder, but would take his sweet time to teach you

The bonus of this trip is the hot spring you both can relax in together and watch it snow after a long day on the trails and end it snuggled inside together

Would book Switzerland for your next ski adventure

Kyoka Jiro

Los Angeles

Originally had thought Vegas might be cool, then read articles on how much of a tourist trap it is, and didn’t really want to be around so many drunk people during her downtime

She took her time and started from scratch looking at places throughout North America that you both might enjoy with all your hobbies and landed on Los Angeles

Plans out a week to see all sorts of music venues, and get you both in to see one of your favorite music groups for a concert, this might delay the trip a few months in order to get that time frame perfect but the whole night let alone whole trip was worth the wait

Other days are filled with trying new food, going to Disney, or relaxing at the hotel pool with you

Shoto Todoroki

Paris

When you talked to him about going on a vacation overseas together being romantic he was already pulling his phone out to call for Endeavors private airplane

Upon your panic and discussing how normal people plan trips (thank you Midoriya and Ochako, Tenya tried to help but also needed his rich boy bubble popped a bit) he spends a fortnight planning the most romantic and cliche cheesy Paris trip ever

His sister thankfully bought and packed a bag of everything you’d need because he only said to take the week off and not make plans (The talk helped 50% he’s still working on normal people life)

From the Eiffel Tower overlooking the city as fireworks go off, to a cheese tour, to see the Mona Lisa he does it all and pays for a busboy to bring champagne and flowers every morning so he can wake you up to those gifts of romance he feels you deserve

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doodle-pops · 1 year

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Eönwë Avian Traits Characterisation

Part 1: [Wings, Behavioural Habits, Courting Ritual and Courting] | Part 2 |

A/N: I had these thoughts a pretty long while ago and believed it was best to compile them so everyone can follow and understand where and why Eönwë does all these gestures. Due to the headcanons being incredibly long (because I went into heavy details), Pre-heat, Mating and Post-heat would be in an entirely separate post. I did so much research for these sobs. So, this is the first part. It's all fluff. So, here are my characterisations of him and what I use to write my fic.

Warning: nothing but just fluff and jealous Eönwë fighting more birds.

| Wings |

His wings are the replica of the Stella Sea Eagle, huge but just fluffier and whiter.

The outer coat of feathers has a silvery sheen that becomes obvious when sunlight reflected off them. It gives off a tiny iridescent glow with the sun setting.

Has the ability to release his feathers, meaning he can detach his feathers one by one and still have control over their motion (just like Hawks from BNHA), though he takes an excess volume of time to regrow them when damaged.

Like birds, he also goes through the process of moulting before the mating season which means he sheds his feathers and regrows them. Thus, there would come a time when you would see some of his feathers appearing dull and new, while his wings also appear empty.

While moulting with regular birds can take up to months, with Eӧnwё, it’s only a few weeks or up to two (2) months, given his Ainur abilities. His plumage would symmetrically fall off and renew itself.

During this time, his wings become extra sensitive, so moving around and lying on his back becomes impossible and painful. Even the muscles closer on his back around the base of his wings become awfully sensitive and painful.

Also, because his wings are a part of him, when he’s shedding and they grow lighter, he loses his balance. His wings are essentially his equilibrium, so losing them or losing the weight throws him off and he gains wobbly legs.

| Preening |

By nature, Eӧnwё is highly serious about his appearance and is considered one of the most pristine and cleanliest Ainur, second to Manwё of them all.

Always cleaning his feathers for any dirty, small pebbles, mud or any ruffles of the sort, even for bugs that may have attached themselves to his feathers throughout his flights.

He has an entire day dedicated to cleaning his wings. Mostly performed in one of the private pools or hot springs, he’ll gather a bunch of oils and sweet-scented fragrances to help make his wings appear shiny and pleasant.

One by one, he releases his feathers and lay them out to be cleaned using a soft cloth and gently scented soaps. He prefers the scent of peppermint and vanilla.

Not only does he focus on his wings, but he also focuses on his body, his hair, nails and skin. He places the same volume of effort on his wings on the rest of this body. Always tidying and adjusting some part of his appearance or clothes.

Adorned mostly in blue, white, silver and cream, Eӧnwё keeps to his colours, not liking the idea of breaking patterns and keeping true to his instincts.

The only extra he'll adorn himself in are flowers, like flower crowns that you would have given him or the little elflings gave to him.

| Regular Behaviour |

He’s a lively person by nature and he’s always singing and dancing, whistling some merry tune.

Bobbing his head to the beat of drums or swaying lightly on his feet to the sound of harps in the distance. Like most birds, he does personal aerial dances but that’s for when he’s impressing his mate.

Naturally loves sparkly objects and would collect and store them away. He has a private collection of rocks and little broken jewellery pieces, just anything sparkly.

Furthermore, he loves to accessorise with sparkly items; from necklaces to bangles to circlets and hairpins. Eӧnwё adores making himself appear glittery, though he sometimes gets mesmerised and plays with them (like some cat).

On the regular, he stretches his wings by going on flights. Flying to great heights and soaring with all the other birds, feeling the wind between his wings and basking in the sense of freedom.

Along with his avian tendencies, he is a social person by nature, always hopping around and curious. Interacting with others and learning, mimicking and engaging. Learning any new pieces of information, never knowing when they could be useful.

He is also a tidy person when it comes to his nest, and not in the manner of mating but in terms of cleanliness. He hates the idea of mess and will spend hours even up to days tidying his home.

| Jealousy |

Eӧnwё’s avian behavioural traits are very similar to those of an eagle, thus, high-key territorial and refuse to share his space with other birds, but this only becomes so when he has a mate.

On the regular, because he does have compassion and understanding, he doesn’t have a problem interacting with other birds, playing or feeding them, evening going as far as to preen them.

However, when he does have a mate, his jealousy is unmatched. He doesn’t even allow for another bird that’s your pet or friend around you. Thus, smaller birds become terrified before him when he’s radiating his jealousy.

Chirping and snapping at each other, as much as he does have Avian tendencies, he is also Ainur with people-person-like behaviours, so he’ll use some of those as well when arguing with the birds.

Flares his wings and fluffs them to appear more presentable in your eyes when other birds are around. Would go as far as to wrap his wings around you to shut them out (you always have your fearless birds).

When jealous of others who aren’t birds, he is territorial still, but his feral side is riled up a lot more. He knows that those other birds can’t compare, but actual people can so Eӧnwё just might engage in an actual fight.

Now, his jealousy isn’t sudden, this occurs when he’s approaching mating season, or you are ovulating. Thus you don’t have to worry about him randomly snapping at people, though it’s best when the mating season approaches to stay indoors.

By avian nature, he is jealous, but when he’s just being himself, he’s rather chill and relaxed. He understands that you have friends and desires to interact with them.

| Pre-Courting/Attracting A Mate |

Very similar to my Ainur Simps headcanons, Eӧnwё has no problem when it comes to swooning you with all the tricks up his sleeves.

From singing to dancing, whistling a merry tune whenever you’re around and fluffing up those feathers.

He spends extra time preening himself to ensure that he’s looking spick and spank just you for, and when your eyes do fall on him, please compliment his appearance otherwise he feels as though all his efforts went to waste.

When being around him, you need to do lots of research on avian behaviours otherwise when he performs all his little gestures, you would be clueless and reciprocate wrongly.

This being said, his love for collecting shiny objects will increase he would pass them to you whenever he returns from trips. Do not throw them away because it would break his heart and cause him to believe you had rejected him a long time ago.

Store them in a safe place and show him one day all the collectables you saved he gave you and watch as he melts completely. In his head, he’s singing about how he can’t wait to marry you.

It is a part of his courting ritual to gift his mate with presents/gifts as a token of love and to prove that he can provide and swoon/be romantic. At the same time, he does present you with actual gifts like jewellery, hairpins, and necklace (sparkles).

Incredibly protective in this stage and will ward off any and all potential suitors because he is already your mate. He’s growling and pushing people away as well as ruffling in his feathers and fluffing them as a warning.

He loves to take you on little walks to open areas where he can perform aerial dances for you— only the best dances saved for you. Clap and applaud him as well as give him praises; his feathers shine a lot more.

| Courting |

Now that the both of you are courting, Eӧnwё’s form of affection will amplify. At first, he begins by holding your hand, nuzzling into it and enjoying your scent.

He’s always attached to your side and it’s to mostly rub his scent all over you to ward off any birds, other persons with animalistic traits and unwanted suitors. He even takes no chances when it comes to his Lord Manwё, knowing that he has avian traits as well (bird-brain thinking).

Whenever you are visiting, he does extra tidying and adds lots of flowers to sweeten his home for you. He likes to sneak in the little question “Do you like it?”. Your answer does have an effect on him.

Yes, means that it’s a piece of additional information for preparing for your future home together— anything to make his mate happy. Do not tell him no, I will find you if you break his heart.

Speaking of cleaning, when it comes to preening, he does enjoy it when you assist him. It did take him a while to welcome you into his type of intimacy because they’re his wings and a part of him.

Eӧnwё will take his time to show you all the proper steps when teaching you how to care for his wings. How to part the feathers, how to wash them, which direction to wipe, everything.

This also leads to him allowing you to wash his hair as well— when you’ve made it to that stage, that’s when you know Eӧnwё is comfortable with you. Preening with him takes place quite frequently and sometimes on purpose, he will dirty himself just to feel your hands on his feathers.

When you are cuddling, he would enclose his wings around you both, cocooning you from the rest of the world and it’s just the both of you. He loves to coo and chirp for you as signs that he’s happy.

Slowly closing his eyes and opening them, nuzzling into your hands when you rub his head (swear he’s a cat).

He always leaves a feather behind when he’s going on trips; a piece of him for you to keep. He can hear the vibrations of your voice through the feather when you speak, but sadly, he can’t communicate through them to you.

Also, know that he will also cook for you, an ability as your mate which is important to possess. Showing you that he can feed you, so you’re getting home-cooked meals.

Taking you on flights, sorry if you’re terrified of heights because it’s an excuse for you to cling to him. Just joking, he wouldn’t take you on flights if you’re terrified. But if you’re not, he’ll show up on your balcony at ungodly hours of the morning to take you to watch the sunrise.

Picnics in Yavanna’s flower fields, swimming in Ilmarin’s pools, requesting for gifts from Aüle or asking Manwё to make you a cloud so you can sit on because he’s that whipped for you.

He’s serious from start to end about courting you and his façade never drops because he’s true about his feelings and love for you.

Masterlist

Taglist: @edensrose @cilil @eunoiaastralwings @noldorinpainter @ranhanabi777 @spidergirla5 @lilmelily @someoneinthestars @mysticmoomin @aconstructofamind @starborne0661 @floraroselaughter @the-phantom-of-arda @rain-on-my-umbrella @singleteapot @wandererindreams @asianbutnotjapanese

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hotwings-incorrect-quotes · 1 year

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*one spring afternoon*

dabi: *casually chilling and reading some newspaper after long, hard day of recruiting new plf members*

hawks: *suddenly walks in with sexy dancing moves to green day’s song played at full volume* dabi: fuck, not again... hawks: OH BABY, BABY IT’S FUCK TIME *still dancing and getting closer* dabi: birdie, no hawks: *doesn’t give a shit and just continues* YOU KNOW I REALLY WANT TO MAKE YOU MINE dabi: ...

hawks: *throws away dabi’s newspaper and sits on his lap*

well, you know what happened next

sketch by @htwings

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anti-katsuki-lounge · 6 months

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Bakugo has one of the worst character interdictions in history, I started to read bnha in late 2014 the start of 2015 and stopped around black whip interlude. I still get updated from time to time about the manga but honestly I feel so dissatisfied and disappointed by how the plot is written.

As I said his interdiction was one of the worst in anime history and we are being shoved with “you now suppose to like him” propaganda and it’s annoying…

As a bullied kid I despised bakugou from the start, and I still can’t stand him. He was born with a golden in his mouth and is praised for it. (Rich family, flashy and unlogical powerful quirk; popularity because of that quirk)

And I’m so tired of being shoved with the “well you see-(an essay on how bakugou changed)” when I can’t like him, he still the same self centered jerk with foul mouth and I don’t give a fuck about him.

I miss the time when bnha was about Izuku and his struggles and how he stands out…

Any recommendations of fics that have good plot and writing without bakugou (or when he at least get called out) bonus points if it’s shoto x izuku or without ships…

All of this. When I first saw Katsuki suicide bait Izuku, I was disgusted but interested in seeing how he was going to develop from a vile POS to a decent human being. Sadly Hori failed miserably and instead tried so hard to make us like Katsuki without actually developing him before speed running his development arc, making it feel unearned.

As for fics, here’s a post where I list out some recommendations:

#anti katsuki bakugou #anti bakugo katsuki #anti bakugo #anti bakugou #mha critical #anti bakugou katsuki #bnha critical

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cloud-9ine · 2 years

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Snowed In

⤷ pairing - todoroki shoto x (fem) reader

⤷ fandom - bnha

⤷ warnings - none

⤷ summary - in the event of a snow-storm related disaster, ensure you always have your hot friend on hand to cuddle the cold away

⤷ word count - 2.4k+

⤷ consider buying me a coffee!

“Do you think it’s a villain, or a snow hero?” Izuku questioned, his bouncing knee causing the sofa cushion you, him, and Ochako were bunched together on spring up and down relentlessly.

“Like a snow pro?” Ochako raised her eyebrows, giggling as Izuku’s face brightened as he nodded.

“I don’t know.” You groaned, rubbing the goosebumps on the exposed skin of your arms, “but whoever the hell it is, they better wrap it up quick.”

You really chose the wrong day to wear crop top.

It was about a couple hours before that everything had started. It was the height of summer, and so you and Mina had been planning to head to the school pool- with the permission of Aizawa, of course. Alas, the moment you had gotten ready to go, a weather warning had popped up on your phones, alerting you to stay inside because of ‘quirk-induced snow storm’.

Initially, you had scoffed, rolling your eyes at the warning.

“It can’t be that bad.” You spoke to Mina, the girl nodding her head in agreement.

“For real. I didn’t get all dolled up only not to be able to show myself off.” She whined, pushing her sunglasses onto the top of her head.

“Exactly.” You sniffed indignantly, throwing open the door that led to the patio. Only to throw it back closed. Without so much as ten minutes since the notification, about a foot of snow had cased as far as you could see into a stark white that you had to squint at so as not to hurt your eyes.

“Nevermind. We always look hot anyway, we don’t need to show it off.” You squeaked, heart beating. Agape, Mina could only nod. The temperature had already begun to drop, the paper thin walls doing nothing to insulate the rooms inside.

“U.A. STUDENTS, FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY, PLEASE RETURN TO YOUR COMMON ROOMS.”

You jumped at the announcement, heart leaping into your throat. Next to you, Mina shivered. U.A hardly had to use the speaker system. It was only ever for emergencies. You crossed your arms, watching as your breath manifested in the air before quickly dissipating again.

“We should probably go then.” Mina croaked, teeth chattering loudly. You nodded, chewing on your bottom lip. You were about three minutes away from the common room, and with each step, it felt like the temperature only got lower and lower. Your fingertips were beginning to ache, lungs burning from inhaling air far too frigid to match your internal heat.

The snow was beginning to pile up against the windows despite the fact you were on the second floor, blocking out the outside light and making the halls considerably darker than before. A sound of mumbling met your ears, growing louder the closer you got to the common room. Finally, you pushed open the door, Mina leaping past you the moment there was enough room.

You scanned the room, most of your class bundled up with each other on the floor or the sofas, each and every one of them wearing thick hoodies or jackets. Of course. You couldn’t say you weren’t a little annoyed- mostly with yourself- at the fact that while your friends had enough time to dress for winter, you were sporting a spaghetti strap crop top and a miniskirt with only your bikini underneath. Even Mina had managed to find a hoodie that she had forgotten behind the loveseat about a week before.

Jirou and Hagakure were darting around the room, handing out blankets that Momo was dutifully supplying in the corner of the room. You accepted one with a deep relief and a profuse gratitude, wrapping it around your shoulders with a sigh. They were thin- not that you were complaining: blankets were not at the top of Momo’s priorities within hero work- but the slight bit of warmth they offered was more than nothing.

“(Y/N)!” From across the room, Ochako waved you down, situated on the sofa next to Izuku, who also looked fairly pleased to see you.

“Do you think it’s a villain, or a snow hero?” Izuku questioned once you had settled down as comfortably as you could on the cushions.

“Like a snow pro?”

“I don’t know.” You groaned, rubbing the goosebumps on the exposed skin of your arms, “but whoever the hell it is, they better wrap it up quick.” Taking one last glance around the room before you willed yourself to relax, you noticed that a few people were missing.

“Where’s Shoto, Bakugo, and Kirishima?” You questioned, squeezing forward on the sofa next to Ochako as you pulled your knees to your chest, trying not to notice the iciness of your own flesh. You shivered and tightened the blanket around your legs.

“I think they’re trying to find a way out. Or Aizawa. Not sure actually.” Ochako smiled, trying to disguise the fact that she hadn’t actually provided much information.

“Todoroki and Kacchan wanted to find a way out, and Kirishima went with them, presumably to make sure they came back.” Deku responded to you, brows knotted as he solidified his finality. You nodded, putting your chin on your knees.

Across the room from you, Tsuyu was sleeping, reminiscent of the time at Christmas as she went into hibernation. You silently mulled over whether this event would mess with her body clock.

“If that’s right, I should probably message Shoto…” you muttered, glaring down at the screen after your device had been powered on.

“What’s wrong?” Ochako asked, noticing your deathly expression.

“I have no signal.” Izuku hummed in a way that indicated he was privy to this information the entire time, and just decided to let you suffer in silence. Were you being dramatic? Probably. Was it warranted? Probably not, but your lips were stinging from the cold and your fingertips were going numb, so you didn’t really have the energy to care.

“Well, great. Now I have to go look-“

CRASH.

Your words were cut off by the common room door slamming open, and your head immediately whipped over. In walked Aizawa, dragging along a barking Bakugo and tailed closely by Kirishima, who was forcefully pulling Shoto into the room. Shoto himself was frowning, speaking quickly with an annoyed expression on his face as he tried to struggle out of Kirishima’s grip.

“If she’s still out there, it’s the duty of the school to find her,” he growled, eyes dark and expression darker, “as a hero, I find this-“ Aizawa sighed, straightening his back before turning in your direction and pointing a finger directly at you.

”She’s right there.” As if a switch had been flipped, Shoto’s expression relaxed once he caught sight of you, falling back into the neutral, slightly stoic face he wore all the time. Kirishima dropped his hands from Shoto’s arms, allowing him to walk over to you. You met him with a weary smile.

“I’m glad you got back in time. We were worried that you got caught in the storm.” You used the opportunity of his words to study what he was wearing- a long sleeve black muscle shirt that clung to his defined chest and toned stomach (you noted in the back of your mind that he must have just finished training) and dark blue and white varsity jacket that you had gotten him last year for Christmas.

You could feel heat rise to your neck as you distinctly remembered the way you had gushed to Mina and Hagakure about how that outfit in particular makes the butterflies in your stomach turn into dragons. Your fluster was almost enough to make you forget about the iciness that was biting at your skin. Almost.

“Thanks for the concern, Sho,” you spoke idly, waving off the worry that lingered within his gaze with a quick dismissal, “but it’s okay. You can calm down now.” He nodded, visibly unclenching his jaw.

“Good, because-“

“Students,” the gruff voice of your teacher effectively silenced the room. Aizawa looked somehow even more tired than usual (something your never thought was possible), “as I’m sure you’ve all realised, U.A. is on lock down due to a villain attack. You are all advised to stay inside, and-” he sucked in a deep breath, “the general consensus is that you can all be trusted to remain here while the rest of the faculty and I offer our assistance. Cementoss will come by shortly with blankets and other supplies.”

With his abrupt message, he quickly stole out from the common room, leaving you and your classmates in a general disarray.

“So how long are we going to be stuck like this?” Ochako mumbled to Izuku, who could only shrug. You shivered, sinking further down into the cushions in order to conserve the little warmth you had left. Frowning, Shoto ran his gaze over your body, taking note of the exposed flesh of your midriff and the goose bump riddled skin of your collarbones.

“Are you okay?” He murmured, leaning down close to you, “You look cold.” You shot him a blank stare at his words, eyebrow twitching with incredulousness.

“Yeah. I am, a bit.” He just nodded, seemingly unbothered by your cold glare. Before you had a moment to react, Shoto was crouched between your legs, his hands on your shoulders and slowly pushing the blanket down your arms. A protest was dancing on the tip of your tongue at the chill that encompassed you but you were effectively silenced by the image of Shoto pulling off his jacket.

He was gentle as he wrapped the fabric around your exposed shoulders, and despite everything you couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat. With a small smile, you slipped your arms into the sleeves, sighing in relief.

Granted, it wasn’t all too much warmer (given it was largely designed as a Spring piece) it was thicker and comfier than the flimsy blanket; not to mention it came with the added benefit of smelling like Shoto’s cologne. Something musky and woody that smelled expensive. You were pretty sure it was the masculine counterpart of the luxury perfume he had gotten you for Christmas. Just the fact he decided to match with you was enough to make your head spin.

“Aren’t you going to get cold now?” You asked, heat rising in your chest at the way he looked up at you from the floor, eyes round and hair slightly tousled from god knows what. He shook his head lightly.

“No, I can self regulate with my quirk.” The answer was self-evident, but you couldn’t help the curiosity that bubbled up inside you. Leaning forward, close enough that your face was mere inches away from Shoto’s own, you reached down to grip his left hand.

As expected, he was warm, warm enough that just the squeeze of his fingers interlocked with yours shot a heat into your core. You couldn’t help but shudder slightly.

“Yeah,” you murmured, “this is nice.” His eyes stared into your face, taking note of the way your gaze was locked onto your connected palms, as if you were transfixed.

“Would it help for me to be closer?” You could have died right then and there. With a small fluster, you just nodded, shifting on the sofa a little to offer him the space next to you. Shoto’s eyebrows furrowed, and he simply shook his head before wrapping a hand around your arm and gently tugging you up.

You went pliantly, knees weak, as he pulled you over to the adjacent love seat and sat down on it. For a second, you were still, fixed in place at the boy’s expectant stare, his eyes darkened and legs spread wide- an invitation.

One deep breath later, you were awkwardly clambering over his left side, trying to find purchase on his leg. In spite of your mounting embarrassment at the almost intimate position you were in with your classmate, your relief was almost tangible. Even through the layers of your clothes acting as a barrier the heat that rushed through you was enough to make you sink into Shoto, his arm immediately going to wrap around your waist to provide an additional belt of warmth to lull you in. It was like sinking into a warm bath: all-encompassing and calming.

In the back of your mind, you vaguely noticed your blanket get draped again over your shoulders, but it wasn’t until you heard Ochako’s giggles that you realised Shoto wasn’t the one to do so. You bit back a groan: this was definitely going to come back around. After all, you don’t get cuddled up with your very obvious crush without the girls teasing you to hell and back.

“Is this better?” Shoto questioned, his hot breath fanning over the skin of your neck as you tucked your chin onto his shoulder, relishing in the heat that emanated from him. You were lucky, that’s for sure.

“Yeah, this is much better.” you sighed, not noticing the way he stiffened under you, muscles tensing as he tried to relax. Truthfully, at the start, Shoto truly had only meant to warm you up. He could see the way you relentlessly shivered- and with the current temperature, it was no question why. Not to mention you were all dolled up in the tiniest top he had ever seen you in (not that he was complaining, by any stretch of the imagination).

Shoto was a gentleman, and he was only trying to help. Even so, he couldn’t deny the sparks of pleasure of having you in his lap, perched with one leg in between his and the other caging his left thigh with your arms wrapped around his bicep and face endearingly tucked into his shoulder.

In any other case, he may have shied away from the prying eyes of his classmates, but he couldn’t find it within him to even think about turning you away. Not even Mina and Sero’s gleeful leers could force him to change his mind.

He could die right in this moment a happy man.

As the snow continued to pile up, the temperature continued to drop, but you paid no heed to this. Shoto was dutiful, allowing you to bathe in the excellent mastery he had of his quirk as his hot palm danced up and down your back, warming you further when he saw fit. And even as Cementoss arrived with thick, insulating blankets that you knew alone would be enough to keep you warm, you didn’t bother getting up.

Shoto was enough, and you would be damned if anyone tried to convince you otherwise.

#bnha #bnha x reader #shoto #shoto x reader #todoroki #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki #shoto todoroki x reader #bnha todoroki #bnha todoroki x reader #x reader #imagine #fluff

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random-thoughts4u · 1 year

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Headcanons about how Keigo Takami (BNHA), Taishiro Toyomitsu (BNHA), and Rei Suwa (Buddy Daddies) would confess to gn reader?

GN! READER HC confessions, falling in love scenarios♡

Ok, so this idea is SO CUTE, and you picked such wonderful men too 💗 I hope you enjoy this list. Sorry it took so long! 😊 I hope you don't mind me adding how you met them as well for a bit of a more realistic touch 🥺💙

I wanted a bit more story building! 🐰

I really hope I did them justice. These are a few of my comfort characters 🥺

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♡Keigo Takami♡

❤️ He remembers the first day he saw you. The way you made your way into the bar, he would frequently gather new information. Something about you light up the room. His eyes were stuck for a moment, but he soon shook it off. He had a job to do.

❤️ Months had passed, and he still thought of your face. If only he knew how close he was to seeing you. Then there you stood one day. A sparkling image in the small office space besides another pro hero. You were the newest intern. A glint of excitement shone behind his eyes as his curious gaze greedily took in every ounce of you. Almost as of feeding this growing hunger inside of him.

❤️It takes this man days to become attached to you. It seemed as if every day he was bumping into you in the hall or in need of your help for some obscure task that you're absolutely sure he'd be able to do alone. He never came across as aggressive or creepy. No. He was sweet, gentle.

❤️He respects your bounds as best as he can. There are times he messes up, but that's just part of living. You better bet he'd do what he could to make you comfortable once again. He was learning how to love.

❤️It was a warm spring day when it happened. You were out in the field with him. A small smile graced his features as he held his hand out to you.

❤️Trusting this man with everything you had, you took it. The way his palm cradled your hands had your heart exploding in your chest.

❤️ Noticing the change in your demeanor, he scooped you into his arms. His wings spread wide, creating a gentle gust around you both before the ground below left your feet.

❤️But you weren't scared. Those golden hues lovingly gazing at the city line soon pointed at you. He chuckled before speaking.

"I know it's a bit out of nowhere, but you are one of the most amazing individuals I have ever had the pleasure of meeting."

❤️ With that, a deep scarlet bruised your cheeks as your eyes glistened in want. Every bit of you felt electrified as he rambled on about how kind your were, and what you made him feel.

"I guess... I'm asking if you want to be my partner. Not like a hero team, ya know?"

❤️ As you process his question, your mind didn't even register the roof under your shoes. The only thing you could focus on was the sheepish grin on the man's face. It's not the one he usually wears. Oh no, this one was far better. It was real.

❤️All you could do was toss an arm around him, pressing a small kiss to his cheek.

"I take it, that's a yes?" You rolled your eyes before he lifted your chin with his pointer finger, holding your gazes together.

"Yes, it is smartass~," was all you said as he lightly brushed his nose against your cheek.

❤️Your new nicknames have become "Babybird," "Sunflower," "Angel," "Dollface."

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♡ Taishiro Toyomitsu ♡

🍑You first met Tai after a recent villain attack. He was relentless chasing down the villain that had decided to come into your shop of all places. Well, more like the villain Canon balled through the bricks.

🍑 Pro hero Fatgum, as you'd learned about through various news outlets, had burst through the now shattered wall with a smoking fist. The size of the now small hole was left a missing wall at this point. Dust surrounding you forced a harsh cough from your lungs. Quickly grabbing the attention of the villain.

🍑 Fatgums eyes widened as he saw you trying to hide behind the remains of the front desk of your business. Everyone was supposed to have been evacuated. How were you still here?

🍑Shaking it off, his intense gaze focuses on the villain. Before you could blink, the large hero had dived over the man completely engulfing him with his quirk. The villains arms helplessly waved out as he was swolled hole.

🍑After that day, he found himself checking in in you. He'd profusely apologize about the wall while simultaneously scolding you for not following orders to leave the area. You explained you'd recently broken your phone and had been cleaning with your headphones in. There was no warning for you.

🍑He felt the obligation to look after you, seeing as how oblivious you could be. He'd find himself inviting you out day by day.

🍑It happened during the stat festival. He stared at you with bright eyes, full of joy. A chuckle leaves your lips, and his heart does flips. Before he could stop himself, he asked.

🍑His words flowed smoothly, as they usually did when he became serious. A large hand light drags along your jawline as you both share a gaze. "I'm not sure how to ask this, but I'd be honored to have you as mine.."

🍑His face was burning a deep crimson as his eyes flickered away sheepishly. His heart roared behind his chest as his shaking hand did their best to steady along your jaw.

🍑A timid smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you playfully reach out to him. Your hand cradles something. A gift for him.

🍑He nervously reaches down, holding his palm up to you. There, you sit a small piece of candy. It's the same brand he'd first given you the day you met.

🍑His hand classes over the candy as he gives you a toothy grin. "I'll do all I can for you, sweetheart! I promise."

🍑That's where your story began.

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♡Rei Suwa♡

🔫 It was another day at the playground for Rei. He found himself frequenting the area for a reason he himself didn't know. Maybe the peace after everyone left and the sun was down made him feel serene.

🔫He headed to the swing, a cigarette loosely hung from his lips as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. His fingers play with the lighter that sat inside his pants.

🔫That's when he noticed something. A figure with their back facing him, sitting on his swing. A soft voice hummed out from them, pulling the man in. Curiously, he listened, crossing both arms over his chest to help him relax.

🔫 Whatever spell you had him under was working. He'd come back every other night to find you there. Singing the same song to yourself. He couldn't stop himself from sitting beside you tonight. Silently, he listened as you continued.

🔫Over a year had passed of you both enjoying one anothers company in the late night. He'd even asked you to go places with him after a few months of this ritual.

🔫Rei had become infatuated with you and the peace you brought him. Pretty soon, he had realized he'd fallen deep. Worry laced his eyes as his usually aloof demeanor flakes away. Fear, for a moment, flashes behind his orbs.

🔫He let his guard down. With a small sigh of relief he gave in, wrapping his beds blanket tightly around you both. It wasn't unusual for him to do this, so you responded just as you always did. You snuggled against the crook of his neck as he ran circles along your spine.

🔫 "I think you already know what I want to ask you." Was all he managed to say as his smooth voice lulled you into a safe haven. You smiled against his neck before allowing your eyes to slip shut.

🔫You sat still, finally feeling the wave of relief hit you as he let himself feel. You responded simply by humming, as you did often during moments like these. New feelings, experienced for the first time. It had to be slow. Words weren't needed. Only feelings. For the both of you had beaten down hearts. He knew to take this as acceptance. With that, he placed a small kiss on top of your head as he held you against him.

🔫You will never be hurt. Not anymore. Not if he can help it.

#mha hawks #bnha hawks #gn reader #keigo takami #anime #scenarios #bnha scenarios #fatgum #mha taishiro #taishiro toyomitsu #rei suwa x reader #rei suwa hcs #rei buddy daddies #rei suwa #open requests

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sanjisluvbot · 1 year

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ISEKAI BNHA X BLACK FEM READER

Masterlist

Imagine really living in a world with super powers? Going to school to learn all you can about using your quirk to help people. Fighting villains who threaten the peace and false sanctuary of the world.

You spent hours day dreaming about it and reading comic books. That’s how it should stay, imagine living in THIS universe and people had super powers… funny but not funny haha funny absolutely terrifying.

“ You know what I like this Y/N, I feel like you’re really going to make this into something wonderful for the spring news paper ”

“ Thank you Mrs. Montgomery, I think the student body will enjoy a fun story about becoming a super hero or vigilante considering all the new books and movies coming out when this is published.”

She smiled at you and sent you off your way, the school was now partially empty and the creative writing club was spending time after school to put together the first edition of the newspaper.

You had an entire week of Christmas break to write and let your creativity flow free. The snow fell as you made your way home and it gave you a child like joy, so you made a wish.

If there is a high power somewhere in the universe, I want my story to come alive this Christmas so I have something wonderful to publish on the newspaper.

After arriving home and eating dinner you decided to develop your characters. Research was important for making well written characters so you spent the next few hours writing and reading about different powers and superhero’s across the multi verse. You stumbled upon a series that sparked your inspiration like no other.

My Hero Academia

In this series 80% of the world is born with super powers that they call quirks, and they have high schools specifically meant to create future hero’s. The main character reminded you of yourself, born without powers but way more ambitious than anyone else.

Y/N are you coming?

Huh where?

Your eyes opened, when did you fall asleep? I was just watching the newest episode of My Hero and-

“ Y/N are you dressed we’re going to training soon!”

“ Yeah be right there”

Mother sounds weird, and what training is she talking about?

Taking a look around this wasn’t your room at all, it was like you were in a customized hotel suite with everything personalized to your liking. Looking at your clothes you were in some kind of costume as well. You weren’t home and nothing was making sense, was that even your mother calling you just now? You grabbed your phone and headed to the door clasping onto the knob without opening. Voices could be heard outside it sounded like there was a bunch of people in front of your door.

You opened it and were met face to face with the meanest mug. “ Bakugo?”

“ Let’s go you’ve been locked away since last night I was gonna barge in and drag you out myself ”

“ What? ”

“ Are you thick let’s go ” he angrily grabbed your hand and all but dragged you down the hall as the others followed. Everything looked exactly how it did in the show, you were amazed was this some type of Lucid dream?

“ Why do you look like that?”

“ Huh? I look like what”

“ Like you’ve never been here should I get you medicine or something ” Bakugo’s kindness surprised you a great deal be was standoffish even with his friends for the most part.

“ Bakugo why-”

“ Again with Bakugo? What happened to Tsuki?” He whispered turning away from you with a reddened ears.

Oh?

“ Yeah my fault… Tsuki”

When you were all at the training arena it was as if using a quirk was second nature to you. You felt like you were truly super human, like you were finally alive. The second part of training you were paired off into teams, you were paired with Bakugo which gives you the chance to figure out the extent of your relationship.

Walking down the hall together yiu we’re thinking of a way to bring anything up without giving away the fact that you really have no clue what is going on when you noticed him looking over his shoulder every few second.

“ What are you looking at?”

You looked over your shoulder to find no one just the regular UA halls. Turning to him he was starring at you intensely, was he angry? He licked his lips and placed his hands on your hips pulling you close.

Okay now I get it.

“ You looked great earlier, I told you training with me would help. Can I get my promised reward?”

“ Reward?” Your hands felt clammy and your cheeks were hot. What did he want as a reward..

“ yes, a kiss? I missed you yesterday you started acting strange when everyone was watching a movie.”

“ O-oh yeah no don’t worry I’m fine must’ve been a headache Yanno?” He smiled softly and his hands wondered further making you Yelp.

You were now inches apart and your hands glided to his face. You’ve kissed people before but something about these red eyes made you so nervous. You closed your eyes and connected, his lips were so soft why did everything just feel right here.

“ Sorry to interrupt you two but the arena is waiting”

To be continued possibly

I was inspired by another story I’m working on and I think a regular Isekai to step away from the Yandere for a bit !

#my hero acedamia #bnha x black!reader #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou #mha imagines #mha bakugo x reader #bakugo x black reader #x black fem reader #x black reader

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wawa-boonliang · 7 months

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Flufftober Day 5: X+1

Summary: four times the kids needed help + one time they didn't. A one-shot based on my BNHA fic Never and Always, Eventually.

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“I can’t believe you forgot!” Hizashi was yelling. Hitoshi froze. He’d never heard Mic raise his voice like that. He slowly put down the comic book he was reading and looked across the living room to make eye contact with Shouto. Shouto’s eyes were just as wide as his. As the shouting continued, Shouto continued to shrink into himself.

“It wasn’t important to me,” Aizawa snapped. “In case you haven’t noticed, we’ve had a lot going on, Hizashi.”

Hitoshi didn’t like the way Aizawa said Mic’s name. Hitoshi swallowed around a hard lump in his throat. He didn’t like the tense atmosphere that suddenly clouded the house. He set his comic to the side and eased himself off the couch as silently as possible. Shouto did the same, stepping onto the carpet, using the arms on the armchair as leverage to not make a sound.

Hitoshi had learned the hard way that when adults start yelling, you need to get out of sight. It doesn’t matter if they aren’t mad at you when the yelling starts. If they’re yelling, and they see you, they’ll be angry with you anyway. No matter what you are or aren’t doing, they’ll find something. Then, suddenly they won't be mad at each other anymore. They’ll be mad at you.

But that thought made Hitoshi hesitate. Maybe it would be good for them to be mad at him. If they were yelling at him, they wouldn’t be yelling at each other.

And Hitoshi trusted them. They wouldn’t hit him too hard. He began to creep towards the kitchen.

Shouto’s eyes widened further, realizing what Hitoshi was about to do. He shook his head violently. Hitoshi gave him a thin lipped smile and dipped his head towards the direction of the bedrooms. Shouto closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he flinched at the sound of a cupboard slamming.

“We should be looking for reasons to celebrate, then!” Hizashi cried. “We’ve both been stressed out beyond belief for months. What about the kids?”

“What about the kids, Hizashi.” Aizawa bit out every word like he was gnawing on them.

“What kind of example are we setting?”

“You mean, what kind of example am I setting.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth!”

Shouto clenched his fists and crept towards Hitoshi where he was just out of sight from the kitchen door. They locked eyes. Together? Shouto’s eyes seemed to say.

Hitoshi ignored the way his hands were shaking, and nodded.

Shouto slipped his hand into Hitoshi’s. Shouto’s hands were shaking too.

When Aizawa and Mic noticed them, their heads snapped to the door.

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Hizashi wanted to throw up.

Shouto and Hitoshi looked terrified. Hitoshi looked close to tears, and Shouto was as pale as a ghost.

They were both trembling with their shoulders squared and jaws set. Like they were about to face some horrible monster.

And they were looking at him.

Hizashi glanced over at Shouta. Shouta didn’t seem to be breathing, all irritation had drained completely out of sight. He hadn’t been thinking about what their “argument” looked like. To them, arguing was like sparring. It was just something they did without really caring who “won” or “lost.” Or, well, it wasn’t like sparring, because there was a point to sparring. There wasn’t really a point to their arguments. Hizashi was just complaining that Shouta had forgotten his birthday for the twenty-second year in a row. Honestly, the streak had probably been going on for even longer, but twenty-two years - come spring - was how long Hizashi had been around to notice. Shouta was annoyed, but no more so than he had been for the years past. Hizashi had already anticipated how the argument would go. Hizashi would nag, Shouta would deflect, then they’d all go out for cake and ice cream.

It was their normal.

He’d forgotten what the kids considered to be normal.

He didn’t know how to fix this. When he took a step forward, wanting to hold them, reassure them–

–Hitoshi flinched.

Actual bile rose in the back of Hizashi’s throat. “Hey, sweetheart,” Hizashi cooed, softening his voice as far as it would go, to the point where it was shaking, just slightly. “Can you believe this guy? Forgetting his own birthday.” He’d meant it as a joke, but Hitoshi tensed further, looking from him to Shouta wordlessly.

Footsteps behind him meant Shouta was approaching slowly. Hizashi felt a warm hand placed on his back, and he wrapped his own arm around Shouta, trying to show them that they weren’t actually mad, they’d just been teasing each other. Shouto seemed to deflate so fast that he swayed a bit. Hitoshi narrowed his eyes at Hizashi.

Hizashi wasn’t sure why that look was leveled at him and not Shouta.

Before he realized he was the one to raise his voice first.

“I didn’t forget,” Shouta drawled. “I just didn’t care.”

Before Hizashi could stop himself he cried out dramatically “That’s worse!” Then he choked, because he’d done it again. And both boys had taken a step back. An action that seemed to be ingrained, instinctive. “Hey,” Hizashi gave up trying to pretend like nothing was wrong, and addressed the kids directly. “Hey, babies, we’re not mad. I swear. I promise. I’m just teasing him, and he’s messing with me right back. We do this every year.”

“Don’t mind him,” Shouta, the traitor, told them. “He’s just being mean to me.”

“You do it, too!” Hizashi spluttered. But then Shouta crooked a grin at him, and he had to roll his eyes. But when he looked back at the kids, Hitoshi had taken a tiny step towards Shouta. Hizashi tried not to wilt.

But he also tried not to take it personally. Legally, Shouta was their guardian…Hizashi was just the loud roommate.

(He just usually tried not to think about that. He loved all three boys like his own. He adored them just as much as he worshiped Shouta. He held all of them so tightly to his heart that it left a permanent mark that he wore proudly.

But then things like this happen and he’ll remember that he’s not actually a part of this family. He just lives there.)

“Well,” Shouta broke the silence. “I suppose we have no choice,” he said as though doing something against his will. “Let's go out to eat tonight. I shouldn’t have to cook on my birthday, and I don’t trust you with the oven anymore.”

“That’s–!” Hizashi almost protested, but then he checked himself. No yelling. No yelling. Not in front of the kids. Not even in fun. “That’s fair.”

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One

The two dumbasses were acting weird.

Not the old ones, to be clear. No, his dumbass brothers. They’d gone out to some fancy restaurant for Dadzawa’s birthday, and the weirdest thing his parents did was casting odd looks in Shitstain and Halfy’s direction.

Because they were acting weird.

Halfy, never the most talkative, didn’t say a word all evening. Only nodding when spoken to and staring at them all with the blankest expression Katsuki had ever seen in this lifetime. Shitstain, for his part, seemed to be avoiding Papa Mic.

And he had no idea what had gotten into the two of them.

Especially when Shitstain had hesitated when Papa asked if he wanted to get tucked in. He’d said yes, but there had been a noticeable pause. Katsuki had noted the way Mic seemed to be forcing himself to act like nothing was wrong.

That night, his door creaked open. Katsuki sat up, pushing away the sheets and blankets that Dad and Papa had all but trapped him in. “Dad?”

“No, Kacchan, it’s us.”

Shitstain. “Us?” Katsuki frowned. “The fuck you two want?” The door opened further, revealing both Shitstain and Halfy standing there barefoot in their pajamas.

“Can we talk?” Shitstain asked. Katsuki held back a grimace. Why the fuck did he sound… scared?

“Get the fuck in here before you wake the old people up.”

And then, to Katsuki’s surprise, the two other boys burst into action. Acting like their asses were on fire while still being quiet. They launched themselves onto the bed on either side of him. Katsuki tried not to wince at how cold Halfy’s side was when he attached himself to him. If Katsuki wasn’t so used to fucking Deku, he might have shook him off. As it was, he just leaned back, and patted the vacant side Halfy wasn’t on, looking pointedly at Shitstain who was perched on the edge of the mattress.

Some shuffling later, and all three of them were squished on Katsuki’s not-large-enough-for-this-bullshit bed, side by side under the covers.

Katsuki definitely hated this, and wasn’t at all nostalgic for the sleepovers at the old house.

“The fuck you two monkeys want?”

“Can we be serious for a moment, Kacchan?”

“I’m always fucking serious, Shitstain.”

“Please?”

Katsuki sneered and turned to look at him. Hitoshi was staring directly at him with wet eyes.

He looked like he’d been crying.

Katsuki took him in for a moment, then nodded. “What’s wrong, Hitoshi?”

Hitoshi curled up closer to him. “Has Yamada ever hit Dad?”

Katsuki jolted. “The hell?” He almost sat up, but the weight of two bodies pressing into him held him down. “The fuck would you say that for?” There was silence for a moment. When Hitoshi didn’t answer, Katsuki tried to prompt, “Did something happen?”

“Not really,” came the instant reply.

“That’s a lie,” Katsuki mused. “Shouto, what happened?”

“They were fighting.”

Katsuki turned his head to look at Halfy. Halfy had his eyes closed, looking for all appearances to be falling asleep. Katsuki wedged an arm under Halfy’s neck and drew him in closer. He’d noticed the tension lining Halfy’s spine. At the contact, Shouto started to relax. “What were they fighting about?”

“Dad forgot about his birthday, and Yamada was upset.”

“Papa was upset,” Katsuki corrected. “What gives, Hitoshi?”

“...he sounded really mad.”

“He gets like that.” Hitoshi winds up like a clock spring. “Not like that. He never means it. They were messing with each other. They both think it's funny. If Dad minded, he would have said so, and Papa would have stopped.”

“It isn’t funny,” Hitoshi whispered. “It’s horrible.”

Katsuki rested his head against Hitoshi’s, leaving his arm under Shouto, feeling a bit like he was playing Twister. “Next time, just tell ‘em to knock it off.”

“I don’t want them to yell at me.”

“They wouldn’t.”

“But what if they do?”

“Then I’d kick their asses,” Katsuki snorted. “But they wouldn’t, so I’ll never have to.”

“But what if they do?”

Katsuki clenched his teeth. “They wouldn’t. I promise.” He was silent for a moment. It was clear Hitoshi didn’t believe him. “Listen, dumbass. You’re my shitstain of a little brother, and I’d fucking fight for you, okay? I’d fight god for you.”

“You’d fight god for a candy bar. And you don’t even like chocolate.”

“You bet your ass,” Katsuki retorted. “So why wouldn’t I fight for you?”

“...promise?”

“Swear.”

Hitoshi inched closer, hand fisting in the blankets. Katsuki let himself relax, even though he knew it wasn’t completely over.

“Why did Dad sensei forget?” Shouto broke the silence.

“He didn’t forget. He thinks it’s funny.”

“But what about other dates?”

Katuski was quiet for a moment. “...those, he sometimes does forget. Not on purpose though. And not to be mean.”

“Does… Papa sensei get mad about it?”

Katsuki hesitated, but then admitted “Not mad. Upset, just a little. Not mad though. I don’t think they’ve ever really been mad at each other.”

“We should always remind him then,” Shouto concluded. “Then they won’t yell.”

Katsuki snorted. “Good idea, Thermostat.”

Shouto opened his eyes. “Are you being sarcastic?”

Katsuki sighed. “Yes, but I’m serious, too. Go ahead and do that. I’m sure it’ll help.”

Shouto nodded. “When is their anniversary?”

Katsuki opened his mouth, then he closed it. “I don’t know?” he said. “I mean… he just kind’a showed up one day, and they already seemed like… a thing. I thought it was just best friend shit, but then they started sharing a bed. And Papa calls him ‘babe’ and stuff, and Dad would probably beat anyone else’s ass if they pulled that with him.” He scrunches his nose. “And I’ve walked in on them kissing a few times.”

“Well obviously they’re together now,” Hitoshi drawled. If you only heard him, he’d sound perfectly normal, if not for the way he was curled into Katsuki’s side as tense as a bow string. “So you’re saying they got together before they adopted you?”

“Probably?”

“When do they usually celebrate it?”

Katsuki thought about it for a moment. “I don’t think… I’ve ever seen them do anything for it.” He whispers. “Maybe they don’t care?”

“But Papa cared so much about today.”

Katsuki thought about it. “Midnight would know,” he said after a few minutes. “We’ll ask her. She’s still groveling at the moment, so she’ll tell us if I’m the one to ask.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Hitoshi whispered. “Let’s ask her tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

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Nemuri was surprised when her three nephews showed up at her doorstep one morning. She’d been getting ready to go on patrol. She was still on a probationary period, so she was briefly worried about being late. But then she steeled herself. Katsuki didn’t like her. She knew that. If he was here, it was something important.

They’d been getting along better, for sure. But he didn’t like being alone with her. He’d always leave the room as soon as he realized it was just the two of them. And he didn’t speak with her more than he needed to, and sometimes not even that much. Even still, he’d stopped sneering at her. Last time she’d gone to Shouta and Hizashi’s palace for dinner, he’d even given her an acknowledging nod.

“Hey, kiddies,” she smiled, though she was uncomfortably aware of how close she was to being late. “What can ol’ Aunty Nemuri do for you?”

“When is our parent’s anniversary?” Katsuki was the one to address her. Shouto had that wide-eyed gaze that bore into her soul. And Hitoshi was staring at the ground. Nemuri paused for a moment.

Anniversary? Unless they’d been lying about being married, then they didn’t have one. Unless they were talking about the anniversary of when they started dating, but Nemuri knew neither of them were the type of person to make note of a date like that. So, that left the day they met. Well. Officially met. She’d been told the whole sordid story before. Multiple times.

“January fifth,” she said. “Why?”

“Surprise,” Katsuki narrowed his eyes at her. “So don’t tell ‘em we asked.”

Nemuri raised her hands up in surrender. “I wasn’t even thinking about it. Let me know if you want any help.”

“Hold ya to that.”

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Two

“You guys are being quiet,” Deku noted the next day at school. “Did something happen?”

“Private,” Katsuki told him. “I’ll tell ya later.”

Deku accepted this with a nod and took a seat at his desk. Kaminari looked over at him. “Ooooh is it a secret? Can you tell me, too?”

Katsuki was about to tell him to go fuck himself, but Hitoshi spoke up. “Actually,” he said, surprising Katsuki. “We could use some help.”

Like a magic word was spoken, all of their classmates straightened up and focused on Hitoshi, throwing him a little off balance at the sudden attention.

“Of course, we’ll help,” Yaoyorozu told him with a gentle smile.

“So long as it is within our power!” Iida agreed. Then looked panicked and added “And it is not illegal.”

“Chill out Robo,” Katsuki grunted. “Ain’t that serious.”

“Just need to know if any of you have noticed Dad or Papa gravitating towards any specific dessert.”

“Awwwww,” Hagakure cooed. “Are you guys planning a date night for your parents?”

“Something like that,” Hitoshi allowed.

“We’re preparing for their anniversary,” Shouto added, making several heads swivel towards where he was seated at the back of the classroom. “It’s next month, so we don’t have long to prepare.”

“You have all of Christmas break!” Mina assured him. “That’s plenty of time! And we’ll all help!”

“Wouldn’t Bakubro know, though?” Kirishima asked.

Katsuki shrunk down in his seat. “Those fuckwads will eat anything I make them. They’re too biased.”

There was silence for a moment. “The implications of that are adorable,” Jiro announced. “I approve.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP EARJAX!”

Of course, just then the door opened. “Settle down,” Dad told them all wearily. “You should have been using this time to study.

“Dad sensei!” Kaminari raised his hands. “Can you settle a debate for us?”

Dad looked suspicious. “What debate?”

“Chocolate or vanilla!”

Dad snorted. “Chocolate,” he answered promptly. “Any other dumb questions?”

“Strawberry or cherry!” That one was Mina.

“Cherry.”

“Whipped cream or frosting?” Katsuki and Aizawa made the same confused expression as they looked at Sato, who had a notebook out and was writing something.

“...I honestly don’t care?”

Sato nodded.

“You guys are all idiots,” Jiro told them. “Sensei, they’re trying to figure out what your favorite dessert is, because Kaminari is trying to get you to admit you don’t like sweets.”

“Hey! Don’t throw me under the bus!”

Aizawa sighed. “Coffee cake, if it’s so important to you. But, unfortunately, Kaminari is correct, I don’t like anything being too sweet.” Then he turned around to write out the day’s agenda on the black board.

Behind his back, Jiro tossed Katsuki a wink.

Katsuki scowled at her.

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“Mic sensei, if you could only have one dessert for the rest of your life, what would it be?”

“Sherbet!”

“Real subtle, Ears.”

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Three

They were running out of time. There were only two weeks left of the school year, and then they would all be off for Christmas. Once that happened, the old people would be too deep in their business for there to be any hope of planning for the surprise. For now, though, Dad was busy with grading and Papa was at the radio station, leaving them to go “holiday shopping” with their “friends.”

“Why did you put quotation marks around that?” Kirishima asked Katsuki when he was explaining to the class why he’d summoned them all to the mall. Not everyone could make it, of course, but Shouto was pleased with the number that did come. “Are… are we not actually friends?”

Katsuki squinted at him. “The fuck? I thought we were dating?”

Shouto watched in astonishment as Kirishima’s face turned the same shade as his hair. He hadn’t realized the other boy’s quirk could do that. Interesting. Then he turned to Uraraka who had just arrived with Asui. “Hello,” he greeted them. “We’re looking for decorations for our parent’s anniversary, but according to my brother, we have ‘shit taste’ and he ‘doesn’t want to be solely responsible’ for the ‘shitstorm that’s going to happen.’” Shouto repeated back what Katsuki had told him that morning, and then realized he probably should have done what Katsuki did and made the air bunnies that indicated when he was quoting someone else.

Luckily, Uraraka was very intelligent, and seemed to understand anyway, because she only laughed instead of getting offended. “That sounds like fun!” she squealed. “What’s the budget?”

Shouto frowned, then reached into his pocket to count out the bills he had. Behind him, Hitoshi did the same. “I’ve got like seventy bucks,” Katsuki told them. “And some change.”

“Um, fourty-seven.”

“Two hundred thousand and thirty-four.”

Several pairs of eyes swung around to look at him. Shouto blinked. Oh, he should probably explain himself. “Endeavor never asked for his debit card back.” He told them all. “I’ve been making small withdrawals whenever I feel sad. It usually cheers me up.”

“...have you not been spending any of it?” Kaminari asked, bewildered. Shouto wasn’t entirely sure why he was making the expression that he was.

“What would I spend it on?” he asked the other boy, genuinely curious. “I don’t need to buy myself food, anymore. And Dad gave me a full closet of clothes when we moved to the new house. And in my room, I even have toys. I’ve never had toys before, and I’m not entirely sure how to use the ones I already have, so I shouldn’t get anymore. It would be wasteful.”

“Dude…” Shouto turned to look at Kirishima. Then he took a cautious step back, because the other boy had tears in his eyes. “Can… can I give you a hug?”

Shouto didn’t know why Kirishima was crying. Maybe he really needed a hug. “I like hugs,” Shouto told him, extending his arms and in the next moment receiving an armful of friendship. He liked having friends.

Tokoyami cleared his throat, Shouto looked at him over Kirishima’s head. “The darkness receding often reveals crevices once hidden. It’s not enough that the light has revealed them. One must ensure they are also filled, that one might not fall back in.”

Shouto looked around for the crevices. He was surprised that there were any inside the mall. “Where?” He asked Tokoyami, concerned. He would hate for one of his friends to fall into something. Though, of course, he’d help them out.

Tokoyami faltered. Hitoshi placed a hand on his arm. “Fumi means that you should buy yourself something stupid that you don’t need.”

“Oh,” Shouto released Kirishima who was still crying. He patted the boy on the shoulder. “What should I buy?”

“The first thing that looks interesting!” Sero told him.

“Something that makes you laugh, kero.”

“Something that will make your Dad do this,” Ashido adopted a face like she was having digestive issues and then exhaled very deeply. Shouto had seen Dad make that face before. It was usually directed at Hitoshi or Papa.

“Or something to eat?” Sato suggested. “Something like candy. Even if you don’t need food, it’s nice to have something junky to snack on when you get munchie. Just for fun.”

Shouto nodded. “I like instant soba.”

Katsuki sighed. “Of course you do.”

They went off into the store in one giant herd. Shouto thought they were perhaps being a bit obtrusive, but he liked being a part of the group too much to care overly so. They went into a merchandise store for heroes. Shouto paused as they walked past the Endeavor section. He picked up a figurine. There was a warning on it “Keep out of reach of small children.”

Shouto had a thought that it might be funny, but he wasn’t sure how to connect the thought into a joke.

“Bro?” Sero had stopped next to him. “Um. You okay?”

“I would like to buy this,” he said. Then he looked at the rest of the merchandise. “All of this.”

He got some odd looks. “Why?” Hitoshi asked, baffled.

Shouto looked down at the figure in his hands. “Papa likes smores. And we have a firepit. I thought this would be funnier than getting wood.” Shouto paused, then looked at his friends. “Am I… wrong?”

There were several beats of silence, and Shouto started getting a familiar sinking feeling in his stomach, when suddenly Kaminari started to laugh hysterically. “Bro! That’s the best idea.”

“No!” Uraraka said, eyes wide. “You can’t eat food cooked over plastic!”

“Oh,” Shouto drooped. Then he looked back at the merchandise section. “What about books?” There was a selection of comic books.

Kirishima looked considering. “My grandpa uses old newspaper to start his fires when we go camping,” he offered.

“Could get some shirts, too,” Ashido beamed.

Shouto nodded, feeling better about this idea now that his friends were on board. He grabbed an armful and strode towards the cashier. She looked at him with wide eyes. He realized, suddenly, that she’d probably heard the whole thing.

“My friends don’t think it’s weird,” he frowned at her. She blinked, then slowly started to check out his selection.

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They did end up getting decorations as well. Streamers to hang from the ceiling in black and yellow. Little bumble bees with musical notes trailing behind them to put on the walls. Cat table decor and paperware to eat on. A set of matching coffee cups with a cat wearing headphones. Throw pillows with each of Erasermic’s faces on them. And other assorted “bullshit” (according to Katsuki) that vaguely fit into Dad and Papa Mic’s themes.

(He wasn’t entirely sure about the bees, but he did think they were cute.)

After all was said and done, everyone was carrying at least one bag.

“Where will we store this?” Shouto asked no one in particular.

He was answered by silence.

“Fuck,” Katsuki said emphatically. “Dad cleans my room, so it can’t be there.”

“Why does your Dad clean your room?” Kaminari asked him.

“...he just does?”

“Bro. Why do you literally have the best parents?” he wailed. “My mom just yells at me.”

Shouto’s heart hurt for Kaminari. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he told is friend. Kaminari turned towards Shouto with a confused expression on his face, which in turn made Shouto confused.

“Um. It’s okay?” he said, sounding unsure.

“I have room, kero,” Asui told them. “I can keep them in my basement, kero. My siblings are scared of the dark, so they won’t go down there and get into anything.”

“And when it’s time to make the cake,” Sato said. “Come on over to my house. I have the perfect recipe. Not too sweet, but not too bitter either.”

Shouto felt very warm because of the support of his friends. “That sounds perfect,” he told them. “I was concerned about doing all of this, but with your help, I no longer have any reservations.”

He was answered by all of his friends quickly assuring him that he’d always be able to count on them.

But he already knew that.

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Four

It was after the final day of classes before Christmas break, and most of the other students had gone home. Hitoshi and his two brothers (he’ll never get over the novelty of being able to say that) were sitting in the teacher’s lounge waiting for Dad to get finished breaking down the classroom and tell them it was time to go. The lounge was empty except for them.

“I looked at the academic calendar,” Shouto was saying. “And we might have an issue.”

“What issue, Halfy?” Kacchan grunted.

“The first day of school is on the fifth.”

Hitoshi swore. “Damn it. And everything else was going so well, too.”

“We could always make them miss it,” Kacchan said, a smirk growing across his face. Shouto looked intrigued.

“How?” he asked.

Katsuki grinned at him, fully feral, all teeth. “A little bit of a broken leg never hurt anyone.”

Shouto got his usual blank expression that meant he was supremely confused. “That is… untrue. That is very much untrue.”

“Spoil sport.”

Hitoshi grinned. “We could get them sick?” he said. “Stand outside in the snow, catch just a little cold, then wipe our snot all over their stuff.”

Katsuki barked a laugh. Shouto looked concerned. “I’d…rather not. That sounds very unhygienic.”

“Well now you’re just stifling our creativity.”

“I may have a solution!”

All three of them jumped in surprise, twisting around on the couch to see what was perched behind them. Standing on the back of the couch behind their heads was the small mouse, bear, hamster thing that was Principal Nedzu.

“We weren’t being serious,” Hitoshi blurted out.

Nedzu chuckled. “Of that, I am perfectly aware. However, I am being completely serious.” Nedzu seemed very pleased with himself. “I’ll simply give them the day off!”

Katsuki raised an eyebrow. “Give two teachers the first day of school… off.”

“Yes!”

“Why not just move the school year one day over?” Hitoshi questioned.

Nedzu looked at him with what was probably meant to be a confused expression, but it wasn’t expressed well on his furry face. “Why would I do that?”

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Plus One

Hizashi was feeling refreshed after Christmas. As every year, he’d spent most of the evening of with Tensei and Nemuri, though… rather than having a party, they’d spent the entire day going from jewelry store to jewelry store. He’d planned on asking that very night, but then, when he’d gotten home, he’d found out that Hitoshi had waited up for him.

“You haven’t tucked me in yet,” was his excuse, ears poking out red from his crazy hair. Hizashi’s heart melted, and he couldn’t overshadow this important moment with something else.

It was, after all, the first time Hitoshi had approached him for comfort since… Shouta’s birthday. Hizashi had felt like crying, but he’d only smiled and said “Anything for one of my favorite listeners.”

Hitoshi had gotten an impish smile on his face that Hizashi had desperately missed seeing. “Which favorite? Your most favorite? Your second favorite?”

Hizashi had pulled him into a tight hug and pressed a firm kiss to the side of his head. “I love all of you so much, I don’t think any number would do it justice.”

There was a moment of silence as Hizashi just held his kid. Then “That sounds like an excuse to me.”

Hizashi barked a laugh. “You’re so Shouta’s child.” Hitoshi had beamed at him, and then allowed himself to be led to bed.

Now, it’s the week before the first day of the second semester during his babies’ first year at UA and he still hasn’t popped the question. And, well, he can’t help but feel like the moment has passed. They’re all about to be really busy, and it’s only right that this next week is about the boys. Hizashi really wanted to plan something special to mark the occasion, you only have first days back to school so many times, but when he tries to call Nedzu to ask permission to throw a party for the second year hero department, Nedzu cheerfully informs him that of course he can, but not on the first day. He has that day off.

“What?” Hizashi asked, confused. “But…but I have classes?”

“No you don’t!” said the principal, cheerfully. “The first day of classes will be eaten up by orientation, I’m afraid.”

“Orientation? For the second semester? For every grade?”

“That’s correct!”

Hizashi took the phone away from his ear just to look at the screen for a second and double check he’d called the correct rodent. “Um. Why?”

“Because those are the rules!”

Hizashi blinked. “They aren’t though?”

“They are now! And I’ve much to prepare! See you and Shouta on the sixth!” Click.

Hizashi stared into the void. “What just happened?” he asked outloud.

“Hizashi?” Hizashi turned to see Shouta emerging from his study, hair tied back in a bun in the way that made Hizashi swoon internally. And externally. Shouta rolled his eyes at Hizashi’s dramatics, then gestured to the phone. “Was that the principal? What did he say?”

“That… I have the fifth off?” He said, uncertain even though he’d just gotten off the phone. “And… I think he implied that you did, too?”

Aizawa frowns. “He said something like that to me yesterday, but I thought he was just being… foreboding. I didn’t think he meant it literally.” He frowned deeper. “I think it might be Tensei’s fault.”

Hizashi raised an eyebrow. “And, you think that, why?”

“He keeps saying he’s too busy to hang out. And also Nemuri keeps winking at me.”

Hizashi hummed. “Yagi has been weird too, come to think of it. I passed him in the street yesterday. He’d flat out run in the opposite direction. You think they’re up to something?”

“Or they’re hiding something from us.”

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Hizashi wakes up in bed with Shouta on what should have been the first day of school. Since, however, it is apparently not the first day of school, he just allowed himself to luxuriate in the knowledge that he managed to sneak his way into the bed of the prettiest man alive.

Take that, fifteen-year-old Hizashi!

Hizashi ran his fingers through Shouta’s hair. Shouta was laying with his head on Hizashi’s chest, as had become his habit since the incident at USJ. Hizashi was happy to just watch him sleep for a few minutes, when his fingers brushed against something soft that wasn’t hair. Hizashi frowned at brought it closer to his face, being near-sighted without his glasses on.

A petal. A black rose petal. Hizashi fumbles for the side table, trying not to wake up Shouta, and grabs his glasses. Sliding them onto his face, he gently lowers Shouta onto the mattress. But, it’s no use. As soon as he did so, Shouta groaned loudly and whacked him with a pillow.

Sending a flurry of black and yellow petals flying into the air.

“What the fuck?”

“I don’t know,” answered Hizashi. “But look.”

There were black and yellow petals scattered everywhere. Across their bed. On the floor. On their dresser. There were whole flowers as well sitting in what looked like a hand-made vase with Hizashi and Shouta’s faces clumsily painted on the clay. There were streamers covered in bees hanging from the ceiling, and the pillow he’d been whacked with had his own face on it, made from sequins.

“What the fuck?” asked Shouta again, fully sitting up. “What happened.”

The door to their bedroom opened. In walked all three boys, dressed in their UA uniforms. Kacchan was holding a tray of… what he assumed to be “breakfast.” That is, if breakfast was made solely from coffee, an entire mountain of bacon, a single beautifully arranged bowl of sherbert with toppings, and an entire coffee cake. Shouto was holding a handmade card the size of their TV. Hitoshi, for his part, was holding more flowers. These ones, however, were an eclectic mix of colors inexpertly arranged. Hitoshi noticed him looking.

“Picked fresh this morning!” he said proudly. Ah that explained it. “From Endeavor’s garden.” That raised more questions that Hizashi was happy to let go unexplained.

Kacchan proudly placed the tray of “breakfast” across their laps and looked at them expectantly. “Um.” Hizashi cautiously picked up a piece of bacon as Shouta grabbed a mug of coffee (which had a cute cat on it) and downed it like a shot of tequila.

Shouto handed Hizashi the card, which he had to drop the bacon to accept. It was adorable, with hearts and music notes and cats drawn all over it… and glitter practically pouring off of it. That was going to be fun to clean. “Awww,” Hizashi tried to cover his wince. “It’s so pretty.”

“Open it,” Shouto urged. Hizashi obliged, and saw that it had been signed by all of class 1A. And 1B. And every teacher at UA. And the principal. And Mrs. Midoriya. And also Tensei and Nemuri. What the fuck? What was going on?

“Ok bye,” said Kacchan, and all three of them started shuffling out.

“Wha- where are you going?”

Kacchan looked at him like he thought he was stupid. Which. Ouch. “School? It starts in an hour? We have orientation, fuckwad.”

Oh. Right. “Um. Have fun?” The three boys gave him a solemn nod, and then marched out. Hizashi stayed frozen in bed until he heard the front door slam shut, announcing that the three of them had left.

“That just happened,” Hizashi sighed. Shouta grunted, then slid out of bed clutching his mug, ignoring the mounds of random foodstuff they’d been handed.

“I need more coffee.” Was all Shouta had to say.

But then they emerged into the living room, where there were even more flowers. Just. Everywhere.

And a handmade banner with little handprints all over it, as well as Yaoyorozu’s distinctive and beautiful handwriting spelling out “Happy Twenty-Two Years.”

“...did I forget our anniversary?”

“We aren’t married. We don’t have an anniversary.”

Hizashi blinks. A smile started spreading across his face. Well. He’d been waiting for the right moment. Hizashi can take a sign. “ Hold that thought.”

He returns holding something behind his back. Then he drops to one knee, looking up at Shouta’s very unimpressed face as he sipped his third cup of coffee. “So, apparently it’s been twenty-two years,” he laughed nervously. “And I’ve spent each one desperately in love with you. I let myself be a coward for twenty of them, and I won’t hold myself back anymore. That said,” He held out the box with bated breath and opened the top. In it was a pair of rings that he’d been holding onto since Christmas. “I’d like to marry you, Shouta. I have for a while. Since we were kids, actually.”

Aizawa stares at him for a long moment. Downs the last of his coffee. Plucks one of the rings out of the box, then walks back to the bedroom. “I’m going back to bed. If I find out it was you who planned this, we’re getting a divorce.”

Hizashi blinked into the empty room.

“...WAS THAT A YES???”

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