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mysicklove-main · 1 year

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𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐋𝐘

Pairing: Father! Hawks x Mother! Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: Fluff! Little bits of threatening, anxiety, Protective! Reader

Summary: Keigo has the bright idea to convince his son to jump off a balcony. You dont react too well.

“Alright, kid, on the count to three, jump. Are you ready?” The trainee looks down and gulps. He nods his head hesitantly. “One…Two..”

“KEIGO!” You scream as you burst open the door to see your four-year-old standing atop the balcony rail, hundreds of feet from the concrete ground.

The child, startled by the interaction, stumbles forward, and your heart drops. Time seems to slow down as you watch his still chubby face contort from shock to fear. Your eyes widen, and you try to race forward and grab him, but nevertheless, you are too late.

The horrific moment was over in less than three seconds because the young boy is being pulled back immediately with ten red feathers. Keigo gently places the boy in your arms (knowing if he grabbed his son, you would immediately take the small boy from him), and the smaller carbon copy of Keigo begins to sob into your chest.

Your heart thumps as you clutch the child closer to you. Keigo uses one of his feathers to brush a tear away from your face that you didn’t know had formed. When the red feather leaves your skin, your panic turns to anger as you glare at your husband. He lets out a sheepish smile. “I was teaching him how to fly?”

“By allowing him to jump off the top of our apartment building? Are you out of your mind? He is four!” You scold, and the child in your arms continues to sob. You run your fingers through his blonde hair, hoping to provide some sort of comfort from that traumatic event.

Keigo scratches the back of his neck. “Well, that’s how I learned. And look at me. I turned out alright! C’mon you know this, birds must push their children out of the nest in order to fly!” Your son's sobs turn into quiet whimpers as he calms down.

He began to step closer toward you, the recognizable “forgive me” smile plastered on his face. You glare at your husband. “Yeah, and birds also chew their food up and feed it from their mouth to their children, you wanna do that too?”

The two males make the exact same disgusted face, except, of course, one is way cuter than the other. “Mama, that’s gross!” He whines and begins to squirm in your arms. You sigh and set him down, and the young boy races over to his father, who grins at him.

“I want to fly! Like Dada!” His tiny red wings begin to twitch, a sign that he finally has control over them, and his father nods in agreement. Although being so high up from the ground made the young boy nervous, he only cried because he wasn’t ready to jump. He truly wants to fly!

Keigo scoops the boy up, and the two turn to you and use their favorite puppy dog eyes, and you sigh. Unlike usual, the boys won this battle. “Fine.” Two golden eyes light up. “But.” They cringe. “No jumping off balconies. Let’s go to the park and find a tree or something. And we are gearing you up little bird.” The two make eye contact with one another, before coming to a consensus. They nod.

The poor baby bird looks ridiculous. Under your command, he was forced to wear a helmet, goggles, knee pads, and elbow pads. Keigo was right there, too; if anything happened, he would be able to catch your son without a second thought. But he was trying not to piss you off, so he let his son look a little ridiculous. He did have to hold back his laughs to not embarrass the young boy, though.

The little blonde was on the top of the tree, this time way more confident than on the balcony. His mother and father were there, he can see the ground, and if he falls, it won’t hurt too bad with all the gear. He was determined to fly. He clutches onto the branch as he waits for his father's instructions.

You sway uncomfortably as you stare at your near toddler on top of that 50-foot tree that Keigo carefully placed him on. It didn’t feel right instinctually, but for some reason or another, your husband decided to put your son on the tallest tree he could find. “Relax, Mama Bird. He is going to be fine. I mean, with all the gear you got him in, he could fall 100 feet, and he will still be alright.”

You look over at your son, who is fixing his dinosaur helmet, and sigh. Sure, it may be a little extreme, but if your son is jumping off a tree, you are willing to go the extreme. Besides, he looks adorable. “Your dramatics are going to be the end of me,” You tease but giggle for the first time being out here. Only he knows how to make you feel better.

He smiles at your laugh and wraps his arm around your waist, knowing you are beginning to cool off from your initial anger. He presses a kiss to your temple. “You love it,” He murmurs, and you don’t disagree.

The four-year-old upset that the attention has left him, frowns from above. “Can I fly now, Dada?”

“You ready kid?” He calls in return.

“Yes!” He moves his goggles from his forehead and onto his golden eyes—small red wings flap in excitement.

“Alright, you know the drill. Don’t be nervous. We are down here if anything happens, yeah?" The boy nods. "Good. On the count of three.” You grip onto Keigo and gulp, probably more nervous than your son. He rubs your arm in comfort, but even he is meticulously placing his feathers around the tree, ready to cling to the boy at any moment. It was more than his father did for him. “One…Two…Three!”

The young blonde runs to the side of the branch and jumps, successfully missing the other branches from hitting him on his way down. His wings begin to flap, but not hard enough to keep him up. He is still falling fast.

Your heartbeat picks up, and the two of you tense as you watch your son come closer and closer to the grass. After a second of no progress, you begin to freak out. “G-Grab him!” You push at your husband, who is watching with a stone face.

“Keigo!”

“Wait.” He whispers, and you stare at him in horror. Your son’s eyes widen when he sees the ground getting closer and closer.

As a survival instinct, about 10 feet from the ground, the small bird opens his wings as wide as they can go and beats as hard as he can. He does this twice, and suddenly he isn’t falling anymore. It takes some effort to get used to flapping his wings hard enough to carry his body weight, but after a couple of seconds of staying in place, he is able to fly upward.

You’re still trying to process the situation when Keigo starts laughing. “That's my boy!” He yells as the young bird begins to fly clumsily in circles.

Then, your husband beats his wings and begins to fly up after him. You are stuck staring at the two birds flying like lunatics. The boy, much lower to the ground, looks toward you for your approval. “Look Mama! Look!”

“I see! You’re flying just like Dada!” He smiles that child-like smile that causes your heart to throb and nods at you from above. While focusing on you, the little boy fails to look ahead of him at the large tree he is flying rapidly toward. You gasp and begin to shout, but your husband, quick as ever, quickly cuts in front of the boy and leads him away, back to open air. You sigh in relief, but still, you can tell the next period of your life with the new skill development, your hair is going to gray.

Suddenly, familiar red feathers are scoping you up and are sending you flying toward the older blonde. He stands straight in the air as he monitors his son and plops you into his arms bridal style. He leans forward and nuzzles your cheek. “See, told ya he will be alright.”

“You got lucky, Bird; I swear if anything happened to him, I would–”

“Kill me. Yeah yeah, I know, I know. I wish you were that protective over me. Kids making me jealous,” He fake whines, and you roll your eyes.

“Don’t whine. You know I’m just as protective over you too. You have heard me threaten Endeavor about keeping an eye on you.” This time he rolls his eyes and laughs, remembering that event.

Your son does a circle around a tree and continues to giggle like he is having the time of his life. With him distracted, you lean upward toward your lover, and he, in turn, leans down. Just when he is about to press his lips to yours, you pause. Keigo frowns. “If I ever see my son jumping off a balcony again, I will do much worse than kill you. Do you understand?” You purr venomously into his mouth.

He lets out a sheepish, almost afraid laugh and nods immediately. You smile innocently and press your lips to his.

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thetreefairy · 11 months

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Yandere Midoriya!Family headcannons

I have been wanting to write a yandere midoriya!fam for quite awhile. warnings: manipulation, belittling, bullying, Reader is Izuku's quirkless twin and is studying as a support hero, since they are a prodigy in technology. they/them reader

Inko + izuku

Inko was rather glad that Reader didn't develop a quirk, just like their twin Izuku.

But she was rather proud of your knowledge in technology and support your hopes of becoming a support hero.

Izuku was glad as well, especially since he realized that you are too 'weak-hearted' for villain attacks.

Inko and Izuku have a little pact to hide his injuries from you as well as they can

And if you try to train physically outside of school, they will guilt your ass with excessive statements.

'What if you break bones, just like Izuku?'

'You don't have a quirk to help you when you get attacked'

'What if shigaraki realizes that you are my sibling and kidnaps you?'

'Do you want mom to worry so much?'

'Aish, I already have to worry so much about Izuku, not you too.'

'You aren't going to be a field hero because you are quirkless'

The two downplay their yandere tendencies when they are together since they don't want to make each other tendencies worse.

Both of them are rather aware that they aren't being healthy with their tendencies but truly they don't give a shit.

IZUKU

this asshole is using his connection to pro-heroes to make sure that your internships are 'safe' and 'uneventfulness'.

He also loves pointing out how he used to be quirkless so he can understand some of your struggles. And use his current misfortune against you.

'I know it's difficult to be teased all day, that's why I don't want you to become a public figure.'

'You can be a faceless role model for all the other quirkless kids, you need to be safe.'

'Shigaraki wants to kill me, what if he wants to play with me and kill you first?'

Normally he's kinda like a normal brother

But try dating, and he'll annoy the shit out of you.

I tried- I really did, but I think it needs some work. Taglist: @theninjabozo

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kelin-is-writing · 1 year

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imagine babysitting with boyfriend!dabi

you were supposed to spend the day together but shit got in the way and now you were stuck at your relatives’ place and had to look after their kids for the afternoon. dabi was ready to disappear the second you mentioned it but you practically dragged him there by his collar and now he’s sitting on the couch pouting.

he would never admit it but he was worried that the kids might get scared by his appearance. well turns out they absolutely adore him.

it’s definitely annoying him at first that they won’t leave him alone for even a second and keep demanding that he plays with them. you glare at him after a while and he reluctantly gives in.

it starts with them playing with little race car models and they soon switch to drawing messily in one of their coloring books. dabi turns out to be quite the talented artist which you haven’t known until then.

however he draws the line when the kids want to play dress up. he vehemently refuses… for five minutes at least. when you return from the kitchen with snacks for everyone you have to try your absolute hardest not to burst out laughing when you see the sparkly tiara on his head. (you manage to take a picture without him noticing)

he doesn’t admit it but he’s actually having fun and watching you interact with the kids is putting thoughts into his head that he’s never had before. maybe starting a family of your own isn’t as bad of an idea as he used to think.

now all he can think about for the rest of the day is you underneath him with your legs pressed to your chest and the sound of your heavenly moans when he draws orgasm after orgasm from you until he finally cums inside of you. he rly hopes you won’t mind not using a condom this time...

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YOU DID NOT JUST DO THIS TO ME—

the way i actually can picture him letting the kids grab onto his arms and then lift them up to spin the two of them around, once he’s done dabi would be dizzy as hell but then there are the kids who starts screaming “again!” “again!” which has him huff tiredly but still comply to what they want because they were having fun and that surprisingly made our arsonist hold back a smile, all this under your amused but still tender grin.

i can also see dabi play with them the ‘see you, can’t see you’ game, after you teach him, and he adores the laughs and giggles those little dwarfs let out when he exclaims “ah! here you are!”, in the most (semi) monotone voice someone could’ve ever hear, but the kids still loved it so much and that just leave him with a tingling sensation inside his chest from how moved he was, but still managed to keep it low or you wouldn’t let him live it down just like with the tiara moment.

once the kids were gone, you two finally alone, dabi is sitting on the couch with dazed eyes looking in front of him and lips slightly parted; when you sit next to him you’re about to ask him what was that face for, after snorting amused, when in a millisecond the villain has you laying beneath him as he hovers over your figure. you look surprised at him, being meet by a stare of pure desire and love that made your heart skip a beat from the intensity “w-what?”, you blurt out confused while glancing back at your boyfriend unsure on what’s gotten into him, then your eyes fell down and widened at the sight of the bulge inside his pants that was now pressing against your lower abdomen “you–?! wha–?!”

“i...”, dabi interrupted you “want to have kids with you princess.”, he confessed in a low husky gentle tone looking away from you with the back of his hand raising in front of his face and you blinked fervently, no because... was this cruel villain blushing right now?!

god he is so damn gorgeous like that, you can’t wrap your head around the fact that you have the most precious boyfriend out there, he’s truly such a gem honestly.

smiling tenderly at his confession you cup his cheeks, making him flinch slightly because of the sudden move, and pull him towards you meeting him halfway to kiss the raven-haired boy on his lips deeply, with an astonishing amount of love that left dabi speechless but yearning for more which is why a second later he was already ravishing yours back with as much passion as you.

when the two of you parted, panting, your hazy eyes locked and you swallowed down before slowly sliding your legs up his sides then closing them around dabi’s waist in a tight grip that pressed his boner against your clothed heat, a groan and moan leaving both your mouths at the friction. licking your lips under his burning gaze you start talking “what are you waiting for then?”, dabi looks with eyes that you can see ask for permission and “fill me up dabi.”, with that accompanied by a roll of your hips against his, he completely lost it.

after this, skins slapping together, pants, groans and moans are the only things that can be heard inside your living room as your man is cumming for the sixth time inside of you, balls deep into your pussy with the tip of his dick pressing hard against the swollen entrance of your womb as he’s spilling his load in complete ecstacy once again while you squirt all over his shaft and onto his pelvis with a pitiful cry, too overstimulated to even form a single syllable.

dabi has his eyes still rolled back into his skill in pure bliss when he hear you slurr about how much seed there’s inside your cunt, his cerulean irises going back to their place immediately before he raises from his hovering position on you with flushed cheeks as he smirks, totally high on you “of course there’s lots...”, and grabbing onto your waist he starts to rut his hips slowly, fucking all his seed into you with eyes clouded by desire “i gotta make sure my princess is filled up to the brim with our babies, right?”, he ends his sentence with a sharp thrust that made you let out a sob while holding onto his forearms for dear life, moaning continuously as dabi kept pounding into you “you can take more of it, i know it baby, i believe in my pretty girl nhgh–”, dabi kept blurting while throwing his head back with a throaty dragged groan at feeling your walls clench around him, hips picking up pace in no time.

letting out a breathy moan he looks down at you with sweat rolling down his temples long his pretty panting face, then he grabs your forearm to rub kind circles on it “i’m gonna make sure it’ll stick this time, so– ugh— bear with me for a little more ‘kay baby?”, you nod absentmindedly, too fucked out to register well what he’s saying to you, making him let out an amused snort at seeing your expression completely melted from the continuous pleasure and overstimulation “good girl, lemme reward you thenhgh—”, and with that another load of his seed was flowing inside of you and deep into your womb.

the pure bliss dabi feels everytime he cums deep in you, the imagery of his white ropes sticking inside your uterus, makes him rock hard all over again. mind completely lost into the ferverish sensation he’s been feeling for hours now thanks to his precious girl.

#kelin responds #answered #🥛#bnha smut #mha smut #dabi smut #touya todoroki smut #bnha x reader smut #mha x reader smut #dabi x reader smut #touya todoroki x reader smut #MILK— JESUS ON CHRIST MILK— YOU KNOW I'M WEAK FOR BREEDING KINK WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?????#dabi hit by a baby fever after realising that he wouldn't mind becoming a parent if you're the mother of his kids it's just so—#this is genuinely EVERYTHING like– he can't imagine anyone else being the mother of his childs ONLY YOU i'm so...#i need dabi to knock me up so bad guys... in these days this is my only mood fr #ALSO— do not misunderstand my post from yesterday guys i LOVE i ADORE kids seriously. they make my day better with just a smile actually 🤧#my cousins are the ones i'm mad at everytime. cause they don't know how to parenting AT ALL #they look more after their phones than their kids 💀

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butterfly-writer · 6 months

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A Mother's Love

Dabi x Female!Reader [PLATONIC] Summary: Dabi didn't grow up with a good relationship with his mother, always focused on the attention from his father. Because of this, he lacked a mother figure, but when he joined the League of Villains, someone became his mother figure.

★☽A/N: Ahh!! It has been so long since I wrote something like this! I’m currently getting piled with school and club activities so that’s probably why– I hope you guys didn’t forget me:((

Contents: FLUFF - Slight angst? - Reader seen as a mother figure

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The League of Villains, a villain organization filled with powerful villains that threaten to destroy the hero society. An organization that was founded by the most powerful villain, a villain who could rival All Might, All For One and his successor, Tomura Shigaraki. People from different backgrounds, bad trauma, gathered together into one group with goals of their own but had one goal in common, to destroy the hero society.

But the league didn’t expect to have such a motherly figure heal their wounds.

A female villain, Y/N L/N, known as Crimson, fitting name for her blood manipulative Quirk. A 31 year old woman who was wronged by society. People were afraid of her, but not the members of the League. The members see her as a motherly figure, who cares for them.

One of the people who really saw her as a mother was Toga. She loves whenever she would take the time to braid the girl’s hair or to put her hair into buns in the mornings. And she loved how she would come up with various ideas to style her hair and they would spend time laughing and such. After being close for months, Toga started to even call her mama, because of the absence of a loving mother. Toga felt so safe around her.

Who really felt comfortable with her was Dabi. Despite the black-haired didn’t wanting to admit it, it felt so nice to have someone caring for him. After all, Dabi didn't grow up with a good relationship with his mother, always focused on the attention from his father. Because of this, he lacked a mother figure, but when he joined the League of Villains, she became his mother figure.

What was more embarrassing to him was that he even called her mother once! It was during the U.A Camp invasion. Everyone was gathering around and he saw as one by one went to the rendezvous. As Y/N came back, he asked if she was okay, clearly showing that he cared for her well-being. He didn’t realize what he said until he saw the shocked faces of his comrades. He said, “Are you okay, mother?”

He could see the shocked face of Y/N and felt himself blushing in embarrassment. “Pretend you didn’t hear me!!” He demanded, clearly ready to kill anyone who was going to talk about it during that moment. Everyone just laughed and chuckled but the man didn’t like it at all. He looked at Y/N who chuckled softly, “I don’t mind you calling me mom, darling,” She reassured.

Dabi continued to see her as his mother figure and would refer to her as such. Only in private, of course. During missions and such, he would refer to her as her villain name. But whenever he called her “mother” and would get teased for it but by now, he didn’t care.

Y/N acted like a mother, a mother that Dabi never took the chance to have. He could’ve had a better relationship with his mother but he didn’t take the chance. He regretted not taking the chance, but he was somehow thankful that he didn’t. Or else, he wouldn’t be able to have a mother figure like Y/N.

Dabi would constantly get nightmares which causes him to be tired most nights. As much as he didn’t want anyone to know, he knew that Y/N knew. She would always look at him carefully, as if knowing he didn’t get to sleep the night before. “I’m fine,” he spat harshly every time at her, but she knew that he was lying. She could see that in his eyes, the tired look and how even less energetic he was being.

That’s how she started to come into his room to check up on him. She would come to his room every night in the league’s old hideout, since he stayed there due to no other place to live, and she would ask him how he was doing. He would always say he didn’t need her coming in every night, but a part of him felt really happy to have someone caring for his well-being.

Sometimes, if he mustered up the courage, would ask her to sing for him. Of course, he was blushing and embarrassed after the words came out. But Y/N didn’t mind and just chuckled before saying, “Of course, sweetheart. C’mon.” With a smile, she would make him lay down with his head on her lap. She would play with his hair and start to sing.

She had an angelic voice, a lovely voice that could put anyone to sleep. And that’s what he did. Every time she would sing for him before sleeping, he would be fast to sleep with no nightmares. It’s as if her songs were a spell to keep nightmares away. She would slowly put him in bed with a blanket placed on him. She kissed him on his forehead and left the room. But before she left the room, she would always say, in an gentle voice,

“Sweet dreams, darling.”

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plush-rabbit · 11 months

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Selfish Moments

Summary: I wanted to write something soft and this has been in the docs for a while, so here it is!!

Characters: Dabi and Shigaraki

Word Count: 1.4K each -

Dabi:

It's become a routine for him to invade your home and make a mess of things. To have dirt and grime in the shape of his shoe stain the floor, to have picture frames bumped and knocked over when he stumbles into a room. It’s become addictive with the way that you allow him to do this, smiling softly and setting him down on the couch. And you clean him; you dab a white towel that has turned dirty with blood and ash. And when you smile and touch his face, wiping away at the dried blood that streaks down and falls to the floor, you lean over, and you kiss him sweetly. You tell him that he’s making a mess of things, and kiss his lips again, hands clutching at his shirt, desperate to keep him here, and he’s reminded how vile he is for having invaded your life.

You’ve reminded him countless times how he’s always welcomed in your home, how you’ll have a meal ready for him, warm and ready, made to perfection. You’ll shower him in love and care, in tenderness he’s only ever known in memories, and he’ll wonder if he could ever do the same for you.

A part of him wants to. He wants to return the tenderness, the comfort and care that you’ve given him. He wants to be without debt, without having to lay awake and wish that he would have kissed you more, would have kissed you again and again if it meant that he didn’t have to guilt bleed through his lips and have his body aflame in wishing and wanting.

He doesn't need to hear you say an "I love you", doesn't even need for any words to be said out loud or whispered when he's asleep. He just wants to know that you do. And in these soft moments, when he's sitting on your couch, the smell of smoke and cheap cologne seeping into the fabric of your couch, he can pretend that you do. That you feel the same way that he feels for you.

Loving you comes so easy to him. It's nice, and warm. It's welcoming, and it's you cleaning him up and making him a space in your home. It's him ruining you. It's him leaving scorched handprints on random pieces of furniture. Stealing hair ties and scarves. Leaving shirts for you to wash and for him to return to, his scent gone and replaced by yours.

"Dabi." He can feel his heart race when you call his name.

If you were to call him anything else, he thinks he would combust, explode into himself and scar you beyond belief.

And yet, he wants to tell you to call him by his given name. He wants to know how that would sound, if it would sound as soft and adored as his chosen one does. And of course, he knows the answer. He knows that you’d cherish that name, that you’d whisper it to him, and never grow tired of it. If he were to tell you what his given name was, he’s positive that you’d hold it gently on your tongue, and you’d only tell it to him, and you’d never dare to whisper it anywhere else but in your room.

He hums in response. His eyes haven’t left yours.

"I asked if you wanted to spend the night." Your hands brush at the side of his head, pinching two fingers between a lock of hair and pulling at it, letting the soot fall to the floor. "It’s late and you look like you need sleep.”

His stomach churns at the thought of spending the night, twists and flips violently, and he hates how his heart sputters and jumps at the thought of sleeping in your bed. He wishes he could stare at you forever. He gives a crooked grin and stands up, watching as your hand falls and returns to you. "Lead the way," he says.

You hand him clothes that are too pristine for him to wear. He knows that if he changed in front of you, he’d ruin it all, ruin your perception, ruin your floors, ruin the clothes that you’ve cared for. There’s no need for him to talk and explain himself as he walks into the bathroom and lets steam fog the mirror and he bites the insides of his cheeks when the water stings his back. He stands underneath it, watching the blood and grime swirl down the drain, gone forever, but the tile stays dirty, and he smells like milk and honey when he stands at the doorway, watching you read something.

It doesn’t take long for you to notice him, and when you do, you make space for him beside you.

In the night, through the blinds where moonlight comes in pieces, he watches you sleep. You've dropped all your defenses around him- there's no need for you to feel unsafe around him. And sometimes, he thinks that you're an idiot for that. Sometimes he wants to wrap his hands around your throat and have you wake up to him with blood painting at his cheeks and dripping onto you. He wants to be violent and bare his teeth at you, and spit fly when he yells. He wants you to cry and hate him. He wants all of the ugliness to show itself fully to you.

But then you twitch and your hand finds his, even in slumber, you reach for him. And he hates himself for all he is is death and war. He wants to be soft. He wants to wake up in the morning with birds singing at the window sill, and the morning news muffled between the walls. He wants life to be with you where he doesn't have to part ways and sneak out through the window and be trapped in a box. He wants to lie down and kiss at your face and your hands and feel safe. He wants you to care for him, to ignore the blood on his hands.

He needs you to feel the same way- to want the same as he does.

“What are you thinking about?” You murmur with your eyes still closed and with sleep heavily laced into your words.

“How’d you know I was awake?” He asks, desperate to keep his hand limp and not grip at you with ferocity.

“I can just tell.” A yawn interrupts your words, and you don’t speak again, but a light squeeze of your hand tells him that you’re waiting for his response.

He’s going to lie to you and even if you do know it’s a lie, you’re far too polite to confront him. “I was thinking about how I’m going to sneak out.”

“You don’t have to,” you add. “You can spend the day and leave at night.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

“I always want you to stay.” You say it without pausing, and it’s honest, and it makes him scowl.

He hates how he needs to ask you if you want him to stay, and he hates it even more that you’ll never say no. “Okay,” he says without a fight. He hates himself for wanting your acceptance. You hum, and press yourself closer to him, your breathing soft and steady. “Only cause you’d twist my arm if I said no,” he adds, trying to save face, trying to ignore how tight his chest feels when you’re beside him.

When he's gone from your life, he needs you to cry. He needs to know that you sobbed and heaved and begged to be taken with him. He never wants you to heal from him. He wants to run you through the ground, leaving you too messed up for anyone else, the hole that he would leave too big and too great to ever be filled. He wants you to claw at the dirt and grass and beg for the world to swallow you whole- to search for a corpse that was never buried and never loved.

All he wants is to sit at the table with you and share breakfast. He needs you to want and crave every part of him, the ugly and the wretched, the soft parts of him that only reveal themselves when you’ve turned a blind eye.

Dabi is a tragedy at heart. It’s his birthright, the only one given to him.

Shigaraki Tomura:

The itching only stops for a moment. For a minute, he’s left without pain, left without having to claw at his neck and chest, the need and want to tear himself open, to rip out his skin and have his bones bare and bloody, can only disappear for so long. For a moment, he’s at peace, the nerves that have clawed and had bile pool under his tongue thinned and nothing more than a reminder of just moments ago.

You’re on his lap, arms wrapped tight, and face hidden where his shoulder and neck meet. He can feel your breath, steady and warm, fan across him, and the only reason that he knows that you aren’t asleep, is because of the shapes that you trace over his forearm.

Your fingertips are soft compared to his.

He stares blankly into space, and he wants to speak. He wants to tell it all to you. All of his life, all of his day, all of thoughts; only if it meant that he could hear you speak to him, to know that you are real, and that he is loved. He thinks about the countless times that you were so eager to tell him anything and everything, and just knowing that it was him that had you seeing stars, made him eager and obsessive for you. He made you happy. You wanted to talk to him despite it all, despite who he is, and where he’s been.

He never wants to leave you. He never wants to move from this spot. He wishes that this moment would be forever still. Tomura wishes that you would stay curled up in his lap for all of eternity, frozen in time, frozen and loved, and he’d be victimless, trapped beneath you, wanting to forever feel your warmth.

His hand hurts. The part where his fingers used to ache in pain and he wonders how long it’ll last, and he wonders if he could do anything to make it hurt more until he’s gritting his teeth and biting his tongue.

It’s worse than an itch, but it’s all the same. The desire to poke at it, to make himself bleed, but also the knowing that it wasn’t him who got rid of his own appendages. It made things difficult for a while, and when he’d catch you staring at him, he knew that there was pity in your eyes. You’d treat him as if he were glass. You’d hold his hand delicately, fingertips brushing just at the edge of the scarring, ghosting over the marred flesh that wrinkled, and you’d get lost in those simple motions.

Tomura has been under your gaze before, peered through your lashes, watched and terraced by your hand as you studied him in a way that made him feel all too seen. He craved those moments, needed you to look at him, through him, to see how red his irises are, and trace his scars, letting your fingertip brush at his lashes.

He remembers being unable to breathe during those times, stiff and unmoving, afraid that even the simplest gesture would have you retreat and never look at him again.

But after his fight, you shifted your focus to his hand. You’d cradle it gently, and when he went to change the bandages, you offered to change them for him. He heard your breath hitch, felt your breath on the sensitive skin and when you kissed at the center of his palm, too worried that you’d injured him with a featherlight kiss, he felt his whole hand go aflame.

As if reading his mind, you grab at his hand, and finally, you move, and life returns to the world, and he is aware that at some point, he’s going to have to leave, and he’ll be cold without you.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask, running the pad of your index finger up and down his, tracing over the lines on his knuckles.

There’s an ache in his chest, tight and unforgiving, and it makes it difficult to breathe. “I hate meetings,” he mumbles. The bile in his mouth makes it difficult to swallow.

You breathe out a laugh, and swipe your finger in a curve, your index now tracing over his middle finger. “I’m not too fond of them either,” you admit, and you’re looking up at him.

When he looks down, he finds it difficult to stay looking at you, but he wills himself to. “Why do you stay then?” His voice is strained, and once again, he’s unable to breathe.

“I like being with you,” you answer earnestly. You smile up at him, it’s a slow smile that slowly stretches and you look down at his hand for a brief second before looking back up at him. “You’re gonna be busy for a while, and I wanna get in as much time as I can with you.”

Oh.

It’s difficult to keep looking at you after that statement. It’s enough to have his chest tighten and he looks away, turning his head to look at the door, wondering if someone will save him from this grief.

What you told him is true- he will be busy, and you sit around in boring meetings with people who you aren’t close to, to just be with him. All you want to do is spend time with him. It makes his chest hurt, and he’s unable to breathe, too aware of it to keep it normal, to make it seem like what you told him isn’t a big deal.

“I want-” his voice cracks and he swallows whatever little spit he has- “I want to spend time with you too,” he says in a low whisper, unable to make it any bit louder. He’s positive that if he were to tell you this sentiment out loud then something bad would happen.

You return to hide your face in the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around his, your hand sliding down to envelop his and he’s sure that that position couldn’t be comfortable, but even so, you stick with it, closing your eyes and keeping close to him.

His canines bite into the soft flesh behind his lips, and the pain isn’t nearly enough to have him distracted. The hand that you hold, that hand that has been through hell and ripped apart, burns, and the need to scratch and peel his skin grows great.

Even if he tries to keep himself composed around you, you know him. You know how he panics, and you kiss at his neck where his heart pumps and you can feel his pulse quicken, beat and pour blood and he’s sure that if it were possible, he’d gush blood out his body, leaking and staining your clothes and you’d hold him to your chest and coo nothing but soft words to him.

He’d never hurt you. He’s made you cry and he’s apologized and kissed your tears and made broken promises that he would never dare to make you cry again. Of course, he’s still made you cry, and you still sought out comfort in him, pressing yourself against him, clinging and twisting his shirt in case he did just vanish into thin air. But, even so, he hopes that when you die, you are taken with him. You’re wrapped around him, clinging to him, stuck forever with him. He wants to take you to the grave, to keep you forever his.

A part of him hopes that no matter what happens to him, that you would never move on. It’s selfish and cruel of him, but he wants it with his whole being. He could lie and tell you and wish to the stars that you’d end up with someone normal, with someone who can take you out, but he doesn’t want that. He wants you to sit in your room, holed up and blocking the outside, because you’d miss him too much. He wants you to never move on, that you’d grow out your hair because he touched it, and you could never part with his touch, not even with one that was so fleeting. He wants you to sob and wail over him, to bury yourself in grief.

If the last thing he could ever do was to curse you with his own feelings, he’d do it. He’d do it a hundred times over, to know that at least you cared for him, that your feelings for him weren’t just temporary, but that they were forever, that they were permanent.

Tomura hopes that you’d never want to move, that you’d have the same curse that you gave him. He hopes that when you think of him, it becomes harder to breathe and harder to want anything else but him.

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Missing tomura hours

#tomura when he sees y/n #tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura #mha shigaraki #bnha shigaraki #mha fanart #shigaraki tenko #bnha fanart #mha tomura #tenko shimura #paranormal liberation front #i will never draw tomura looking masculine that boy looks like his mother

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dolliedarlin · 1 year

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DADA! | ONE ⏤Denki K.

BAKUSQUAD ENDEARMENT SERIES PART 3 : DENKI KAMINARI

SUM. : it was supposed to be more than a one night stand and a great weekend spent together; there was a connection, the time spent together was special...so why did it all just stop?

PAIR. : Denki Kaminari x Single Mother Reader

LENGTH : 3.7k

G. : misunderstandings ; so much misunderstanding! ; unnecessary suffering on both sides ; single parent au ; single mother reader ; father kaminari ; but he doesn’t know that yet ; prohero au ; timeskip au ; angst for now ; slight fluff ; new beginnings? ; kirishima is a good friend ; kaminari is going through some stuff ; mutual longing

A/N : sorry it took so long to put this out, i really didn’t like the first several drafts of it and the plot arc needed a lot of tweaking. this is also just the start so it’s a bit short but there’s a lot to come, i promise! enjoy the read, dolls! all my love x

New beginnings need an equally new environment so that the pristine setting can sufficiently accommodate your grave yearning for a clean slate. It’s only been a few days but there’s a particular type of comfort that comes with living in a new place. Not only that, it saves you from ever remembering the once happy and now bitter memories held in your old home.

It’s silly, really.

To think that you would move houses just to keep from being reminded of the magical night and weekend you spent with a certain electrifying prohero. Nevertheless, here you are, fully moved into a recently available penthouse apartment and with a noticeable bump in your tummy as you were already in your second trimester.

You can be rightfully bitter towards the man responsible for your current lonely circumstance but knowing that you would soon have such a precious gift to centre your new life around was enough motivation for you to keep going.

You’re capable of letting a man go but not your baby.

Despite having a new backdrop in your everyday life, oftentimes, when you have an absent pause to think about random things occurring at that moment, you fall victim to those same sweetly haunting memories. Underlined by a warm gentleness that tries to comfort you in spite of the hollowed emptiness it carves into your chest, leaving you to ache for the missing piece that slipped through your fingers. On your lips is a small, heavy smile and brows are stitched up and furrowed tightly; it’s a perfect illustration of your consistent internal conflict.

That weekend was such a complicated and jumbled mix of emotions and experiences. It felt as if you had lived through an entire high school romance with this man in the span of only 2 days. He had made such good love to you and didn’t stop, even outside bedroom activities. After such a deeply passionate and heated few hours, he spent equally as much time, if not more, cherishing you and worshipping your entire being, not just your body. He made you laugh so hard that, at times, you cried. And the rest of your time spent together, he made you feel so loved, your heart ached with a longing that made you question why you hadn’t met him sooner.

Those two blissful days were spent away from all outside sources, your phones tucked away and silent, leaving the two of you to immerse yourselves in your own secluded world - a paradise only meant for you two. Sometimes, he cooked for you and sometimes you cooked for him. His dishes were a rather poor and sad attempt but seeing the determination in his gaze over the stovetop made the food taste better than any gourmet restaurant dish you have ever indulged in. He serenaded you over karaoke, cuddled you close through ghibli films and never stopped peppering you with kisses and affectionate nuzzles. He was childish and handsome and a dream to be with.

God! You were so in love! So deeply in love with him.

He wasn’t like any other guy that had tried to court you before and, even though you were now in such a miserable situation, you could never bring yourself to regret going to the charity gala or spending the following weekend with him.

If only he didn’t break your heart so cruelly.

Was it all an act?

You didn’t want to believe it but what other option was there for you? The only person who could possibly ease the turmoil in your head and chest was not there to do so.

You vividly remember the Monday morning you saw him last as you were rushing to work. It was the first time you were ever late to attend a meeting with an important and recurring client…

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“I’m sorry to be in such a rush like this, Denki,” you apologised, downing your coffee and regretting it the instant your tongue blistered up from its hot temperature.

“No worries, beautiful,” he stands from his seat at the island counter, “I’ll be heading to work soon enough as well,” he pulls you in by the waist and passionately locks you in a deep kiss, one that you never wanted to pull away from.

“Here’s my number, please call me soon,” you pant from the zealous kiss, hurriedly scribbling down your digits on a sticky note and rushing off, “feel free to leave whenever and don’t worry about locking the door on your way out, the housekeeper will do it; i already messaged them! Goodbye!”

‘I love you!’ it was on the tip of your tongue but you hesitated-

“Will do! I love you babe! Take care!”

Smiling bitterly at the memory, you clenched your hands into tight fists beside you and dug your nails into your palm, why did he say that when he never intended to keep his word?

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Saved from your gradually drowning mind, you rush to the door, your hand instinctively placed on your belly as you open it to reveal a woman and a little girl with cute blonde hair ribboned up into adorable twin pigtails.

“Why hello there,” you coo softly at the adorable little girl rocking back and forth on her heels, “what brings you two here?” you smile at the two.

“Good morning, I hope we’re not disturbing you. I’m Yua and this is Katsumi, we saw you move in last week and Katsumi here wanted to gift you something,” both you and Yua turn to the little girl as she bounces up with her arms raised at you. In her small hands, she held a prettily wrapped gift with a lace ribbon to tie it together.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you two, I’m (Y/N). Thank you so much, Katsumi, for your very kind gesture,” offering up two open palms for her to place her gift into, which she promptly did with a widened smile.

“You’re welcome! I hope you find it yummy!” At her comment, you bring the gift to your nose and take in the sweet smell of baked goods.

“It smells divine; it must be very good!” you smile widely and giggle when Katsumi cheers happily.

“Take good care of your place, it was mine and daddy’s old home,”

“Oh?” you raise a brow, gently prompting her to elaborate.

“Daddy and I moved into Mommy’s place now so we can see each other every day, hehehe~” you look up at Yua, who smiles bashfully. In your head, you can piece together their story and feel a warmth bloom in your chest. What a cute little family.

“I’ll make sure to take good care of your old home, Katsumi, thank you for the present,” you bend down to gently pat her head, lifting your spare hand off your pregnant belly in order to do so.

“Oh! Congratulations!” Yua voices in excitement, finally noticing your pregnancy as you straighten up and feel your cheeks get warm.

“Th-thank you,”

“Oh? Did something special happen?”

You share a smile with Yua at Katsumi’s comment before explaining, “I’m expecting a baby and I have four more months to go,”

“Oh!” Katsumi’s pretty ruby eyes sparkle with interest and you have to suppress a giggle, “Is your baby gonna be a boy or a girl like me?”

“It would be wonderful to have a sweet little girl like you Katsumi-chan but I’m having a little boy instead,” feeling that the conversation will go for longer than you expected, you gesture for them to come in and sit in the living room. Happy to oblige, they take up room on your sofa as you go about plating the baked goodies you were gifted. Yua had promptly offered to help but you waved her off gently with a smile. Despite being 5 months along, you can still do this much.

“Like Ren!”

“Who’s Ren?” you ask curiously, centering the plated cookies and hand out complimentary glasses of milk. Naturally, Katsumi digs in as soon as she’s given the chance to as Yua reddies a napkin to wipe at her messy cheeks. A very cute mother and daughter pair.

“He’s my best friend! He’s super nice! You’ll like him too!” Katsumi says through a mouthful of cookies that she washes down with big gulps of her milk.

“Then I’m sure I will like him instantly, any friend of yours is a friend of mine,” you smile as Yua offers Katsumi her glass of milk as the little girl had already finished hers.

“That reminds me!” Yua claps her hands together and smiles in delight, “Akina, Ren’s mother, is also pregnant, I think you’re further along than she is but we should all get together for lunch or something,”

“Oh? That might be nice, I have nothing better to do so making a new pregnant friend might do me some good, especially since this is my first pregnancy,” you giggle as Yua joins you.

“That’s perfect! It’ll be Akina’s second pregnancy so I’m sure she can help you out if you need some advice. I’ll try to get everyone together soon! Can I have your number?”

“Of course!” you’re so happy for the companionship, even though your family supports you, they live far away and have their own lives to worry about. You weren’t openly judged by them but your family largely lives off the philosophy of independence, a concept you hate but are somewhat grateful for as it’s led to your success. It’s only when you finally realise how lonely you’ve become that you despise the teachings of your family. For your baby, you will live differently and with more love and affection; the first step towards that will be having a stable friendship group. Yua hands over her phone with a new contact page open, you’re quick to type in your contact details, there is a pause however as you realise you’re typing your work contact and pause to remember your personal number instead. Flushing at the embarrassing delay, you hand back Yua’s phone with haste.

“When will you be free?” Yua asks as she tucks her phone away, the two of you leaving Katsumi to devour the gift she made for you; you didn’t mind, just seeing her eat made you feel full.

“I’d be happy to meet up tomorrow, I’ve been feeling kind of lonely,” you bashfully admit as Yua gives you a warm smile.

“That sounds perfect! I know I’m available tomorrow and I’m pretty sure Akina is too but I’ll have to double check. Do you have a favourite dessert or common pregnancy craving? I can bake us something nice to share,”

You ponder for a moment and shrug, “Anything sweet will do it for me,” the comment makes Yua laugh and nod in understanding.

“I’m sure I can whip something up then,” Yua then turns to the contentedly smiling little girl beside her, who mercilessly consumed half the chunky cookies she had brought over, “Katsumi it’s time to go, cupcake,”

“Okay! Thank you for having us over and for sharing your cookies with us miss (Y/N)!” She grins brightly with crumbs all over her mouth and cheeks and you have to resist reaching forward to squish them between your fingers, mentally thanking Yua for interrupting your urges by wiping at her messy appearance once more.

“It’s no problem, sweetie, please come over again soon, I already love having you as company,” the praise makes her nose turn up slightly as she hums in self-gratification. Katsumi had, at first, been worried that you may be like all the horrible women chasing after her father but she was glad her mom encouraged her to be a good neighbour first; you’re a really nice lady and you’re already good friends with her mom so that’s extra good points in your favour.

“And if you need anything at all, we’re right next door so please give us a shout,” Yua offers, “Katsuki says pregnancy is as tough as being a prohero and always offers to help Akina and Eijiro whenever they need him, so we happily extend the same courtesy to you,”

“Thank you so much!‘ you beam happily, incredibly grateful for their selflessness. If only your own family was this openly supportive and kind.

With a warm goodbye and promise to meet again soon, you see your two new friends out and return to finally enjoy your first cookie. Humming is content, you sigh from bliss. Such a sweet taste.

“You’re really off your game, Denki, you need to sort out whatever it is that’s throwing you off. It’s becoming a danger to everyone on the field,” Kirishima comments as the two sit in opposite hospital beds with bandages covering their unnecessarily sustained injuries.

“I-I’m sorry man…” Kaminari sighs in exasperation, seated at the edge of his bed with his hands grabbing at his blonde hair as he leans forward. The shame swirling within him force his eyes and face away from his close friend and teammate’s eyes, “I just can’t get her out of my head…how could she do that to me?” the blonde begins to ramble as his red-headed friend looks on at him in sympathy, “Give me a non-existent number? Did she not want to keep in contact after all? I’ve dated many girls trying to settle down and I thought she was the one! She’s everything I could ever want in a girl! Beautiful, kind, smart, funny, put together! She actually laughs at my silly jokes, and she has the most beautiful laugh too…” Kaminari smiles and falls back with a dreamy sigh, “She has me on a leash and I want to love her with my everything but instead she plays such a cruel joke on me,” he almost sobs at his miserable reality, “I can take rejection, I’ve had to go through so many already but this…this was too much…she knows I love her, why would she do that to me?”

“Look man…” Kirishima rubs the back of his neck, deep in thought and concern for one of his closest friends, “I don’t know…how can you say you love someone after just one weekend with them?”

“I just do, okay?!” Kaminari snaps, sitting up to glare at his friend, “I love her and that’s not going to change! Don’t try to convince me otherwise, I know we did things backwards but I would do anything for her. She’s not like those other girls, I can see right through them, they’re pretty but (Y/N) is beautiful. They’re sweet but (Y/N) is kind and gentle and loving and funny and charming and mean, in the best way! She makes it so easy to love her. If I could, I would give her the world…” The frustration and sadness coursing through him brings about a static to surround Kaminari’s frame, charging the surrounding metals momentarily.

“Have you tried going to her place?”

“I did but I was too late! She was never there when I went to visit and the last time I went, the gardeners working on the estate told me she had moved out! I spent the best, most blissful two days of my life in that house and she just left it!” Kaminari feels the prickling of tears surface as he breaks down, the heartbreak suffocating him and making it unbearable to even exist. Unable to look at his friend’s broken down state much longer, Kirishima steps forward and pulls the blonde up into a standing hug.

“Why don’t you take a break from hero work, at least? Clearly you need time to think and get yourself together, it’s better you do that away from villains who could cause you and others harm,” Kirishima advises with gentle comforting pats on his best friend’s back.

“...m-maybe you’re right,” Kaminari sighs, the emotional exhaustion evident in his droopy eyes and slouching figure, “look man, I’m sorry for being such a bum…I know you and Akina are expecting and that’s great news I just-...I’m sorry for making this all about my shitty love life,”

“Think nothing of it, Akina’s more worried about cooking for and feeding you herself; she says you’ve lost too much weight these past couple of months and insists on cooking extra portions so that I can bring it over to you. Just get those muscles back and stop worrying about my pregnant wife, okay?…” a scary look begins to cross over Kirishima’s face as he looks down at his blonde friend and colleague, “Because we all know how bad stress is for the baby, right?” Despite Kirishima’s grinning face, Kaminari felt a shiver run down his spine and nods frantically.

“Yeah yeah! Of course, man! Sorry about that!”

When Kaminari had work, at least he was minorly distracted before his mind wandered off to you. Now that he's on leave for ‘mental wellbeing’, as he’s submitted it, he has nothing to distract him and so his mind is always wandering off to the time you two spent together. What bliss. If heaven was a time and place on earth, it would be those two euphoric days.

The first time he saw you, you made his heart stop beating and when you flashed him an innocent smile, the surroundings blurred around him, making you the sole focus of his stare. In that one moment, he already knew that he had to make you his and himself yours. So he approached you, nervous as could be but after the introductory ‘hello’s, conversation flowed smoothly, better than smoothly, in fact. It was as if the two of you had spent all your lives together as close friends and were catching up on things after some time spent apart. You shared laughs and got closer and closer until eventually, the two of you were leaving the venue together and spending the night and weekend at your place.

The night of the gala didn’t end with just amorous, fiery sex, there was also a lot of affectionate aftercare, timid kisses and pillow talk that ranged from deeply meaningful chatter to musings of the most irrelevant things.

That was the most memorable weekend of Kaminari’s life.

He never cooks for anyone, primarily because he knows that he’s horrible at it but he did his best to cook you breakfast the following morning and you didn’t berate his cooking skills at all, you just sat down and ate it with a smile on your face. Kaminari never thought you could become even more beautiful but he was wrong. Was it your quirk? A quirk that charms others and makes them submit to you? If so he’d happily be the one to fall for your charm.

Your time together felt like you were just two normal people in love. He wasn’t a prohero with expectations and responsibilities and you weren’t… He sighs, realising, once again, that he never asked you what you did. Not that it mattered to him, the connection you two shared, the spark that became a flame and continues to burn within him even now, was what truly mattered. It was so easy to get lost in one another and forget about the rest of the world when it was just the two of you that weekend. His one regret was that, it’s now so difficult to find you himself other than the few things he does know.

Everything hurts now but Kaminari doesn’t regret spending that weekend with you. He will never regret loving and being loved by you no matter how much it hurts him to think about it.

Back from his mental health break, Kaminari is on patrol once again. His time spent away helped him centre himself and better handle his thoughts atop doing his hero work but he still can’t stop thinking about you. It’s never going to be easy forgetting someone who he felt destined to meet.

Today he was patrolling a relatively calm district just to ease into the work day. The morning was quiet and peaceful, some fans politely held conversation with him and took some photos every once in a while but it mainly remained serene until a swarming crowd apprehends his attention as he nears the exit point of the park he had been walking through. The mob’s violent movement as an angry horde of bodies made a scowl form on his face, their demanding shouts for answers weren’t hard to miss nor were their flash photography. Paparazzi, the lowest of all scum.

#kaminari x reader #denki x reader #bnha single parent au #bnha timeskip au #kaminari prohero #single mother reader #endearment series #bakusquad endearment #hurt/comfort #bnha x reader #bnha x single mother reader #bnha kaminari #kaminari angst

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stealforreal · 2 years

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Mommy dearest 3

Tenko is now officially in your care, but his quirk is still not registered. A trip to the doctor goes slightly askew, and once again you are faced with the prejudice that follows quirks.

03 A visit at the doctor's

Waking up to Tenko next to you was still a new, but welcoming feeling. It had been 2 weeks since Tenko officially became your son, and was lovingly calling you mama. It makes your heart so full every time he says it. Over the past 2 weeks, some behavior patterns have turned up. Like how Tenko would scratch at his neck everytime he got anxious, or hadn’t used his quirk in a while. Or how he would always ask, if he was allowed to eat. To combat that you spend a lot of time cuddling and testing his quirk. Let’s just say the garbage disposal company hadn't had anything other than dust from your household.

You also put Tenko in therapy, where the therapist had been so kind as to allow you to sit and comfort Tenko the first few times. Tenko seemed to like her, and frankly so did you. The therapist was one of the only people so far who didn’t discriminate against Tenko, because she wasn’t afraid of him and if she was she was still professional.

But now that Tenko was doing a lot better, you had to address the elephant in the room. His quirk registration.

“Tenko honey, we need to visit the doctor soon,” You said in a gentle voice. You didn’t want to risk Tenko reacting badly. Tenko stopped playing the new video game you got him “but why mama?” Tenko looked up at you with his big innocent ruby eyes. “Well, we need to get your quirk registered” you said as you caressed the top of his head. Tenko looked confused, “But we already know my quirk, mama,” his confused expression was adorable. “Yes we do, Tenko” you bopped him on his nose, causing him to giggle “but we need a medical professional to examine you, mama is not allowed to, it's illegal even if mama is a doctor.” you gently explained to him, scouting his reaction for any sign of tension.

“Do we have too?” Tenko asks, giving you puppy dog doe eyes. Ever since you adopted Tenko, and the person checking in marked you fit as a parent, he had been very comfortable around you. Tenko knew you wouldn’t hurt him, your words and actions had shown him that. So Tenko had allowed himself to be a child, and free. With that came the puppy dog eyes, usually it was hard saying no to the doe eyes. But you knew when you had to put your foot down. “Yes Tenko, we have too. I want to make sure you are 100% okay ” Tenko reluctantly gave in. And so you began your journey to the doctors office, you had planned this ahead of time and booked an appointment.

The doctor's office was filled with anxious little kids and their mom or dads, a lot of posters about health and it was all in horrible colors that maybe could make your eyes bleed over time. Tenko was surprisingly enough one of the more silent kids in the waiting room, rather than fidgeting he opted to play on the console you got him on his first shopping trip. The game he was playing captured all his attention, so you used that as an excuse to sweep a glance across the room.

A young boy and mother with uncanny resemblance came out of the doctors room, one looking schooked and the other glum as glum as can be. Both of them had the greenest hair you’d seen in a long time. Their matching glossy eyes, sparked an ounce of sympathy that took root in your soul. Whatever happened to them, must have been bad. I hope they’ll be alright.

With Tenko consumed by his game, and you observing all the people who come and go, the wait went by fast. “Ms.y/n and Tenko, I’m ready to see you now.” The doctor announced it in the waiting room. “Tenko honey, put the game away, it's us now.” Tenko nodded his head, saved the game and shut off the console so you could have it in your purse again. Hand in hand you and Tenko followed the doctor. Once in her office, it gave you a chance to evaluate her. She was young from what you could tell, wore her hair up in a bun and had an expensive set of rings on her fingers. Oh no, a privileged kid turned doctor. Wait bad y/n, maybe she won’t be so bad. While in your head you almost missed her first question and the tone that followed.

“It says on the paper you're here today for a quirk evaluation. So first I need to ask what your relationship is” There was a certain sneer to her voice as she spoke the word , relationship, as if she couldn’t be more judgemental she also gave you the elevator look. “Mother and son” the answer came out with more bite than intended, but her everything was giving you bad vibes at being judged. It made it even worse when she turned and scanned Tenko, causing him to retreat into himself. Silently you began petting his head, stroking his hair in an attempt to offer some comfort from the doctor.

“Alright, it says in the notes that you have discovered Tenko’s quirk but would like a medical evaluation.” Silently you offer a nod and a little ‘yes’, doing your best to not march out the doctor's office. The doctor just gave off such a bad feeling, like you are not enough and are the scum of the earth. A pretty bad feeling to have when you're visiting a children's doctor.

“Okay, I will need Tenko to come with me for the tests, to do the evaluation ” Tenko’s head snapped over to you, big red eyes pleading not to. “It’s alright Tenko, it needs to be done. Besides you never have to again afterwards, doesn’t that sound nice honey?” you calm Tenko down, the small pout on his face tells you he’s not exactly happy with the outcome.

You were ushered out of the room, and into the hallway. Time ticked by slowly, your heart was hammering out of your chest. What if she hurt Tenko, the doctor seemed to be the type to let their prejudice dictate their actions.The door opened after some time “you can come in now” The doctors words were sharp, clearly something happened. The doctor seemed on edge once she came closer to Tenko, and Tenko was sitting in a chair with his head down and trembling fist all scrunched together.

“Well the evaluation is over, I can give you some pamphlets on what to do. But, don’t ever come here again” The doctor said tensely, while she was stocking piles of pamphlets into your arms. The top pamphlet said something along the lines of: how to deal with a villain's quirked child. The nerve of that woman had you seeing red. “Excuse me, did you mean to give me these pamphlets? '' The tone in your voice almost had the fully grown doctor shaking in the knees. The doctor, not wanting to lose face, tried to shift the blame towards you “Well, maybe if you hadn’t had your son so early he would have had a non- villain quirk” she spat out the words, son and villain quirk.

Seeing red still, you scooped up the trembling Tenko and hugged him close. His fists were still clenched together, a sure sign he was uncomfortable with his quirk again. Two weeks of getting better all down the drain p´because of a rookie doctor with quirkism prejudice. “Who are you to tell me or my child, that his quirk is villainous. If anything you are the one behaving like a villain here, I hope you get fired after I contact the hospital about your unacceptable and less than professional approach ” with the scolding of the doctor done, you headed out the door with the softly crying Tenko. When you reached the lobby of the hospital, you swiftly threw out the stupid pamphlets and grabbed your bags. The journey to the car was filled with a lot of kisses to Tenko’s head, and back rubs to the best of your filled hands ability.

The car ride home consisted of you trying to make conversation with Tenko, asking him about his games and other topics that usually got him talking nonstop. But he was mostly silent, only giving a small ‘yes’ or ‘no’ when you asked him direct questions. So you stopped trying to make conversation and instead turned up the volume of the radio, deciding to give Tenko some space and time to process.

Tenko was still mostly unresponsive when you arrived home, so after placing your things away and in their spots you scooped Tenko up and sat ión the couch. “It’s okay Tenko, I love you no matter what the doctor said. Besides I know you a lot better, so I know she was wrong honey. You will be exactly what YOU want to be, it doesn't matter if it's a professional gamer or hero. You quirk is not villainous there is no such thing, so don’t worry honey. ”

Sitting in your lap, and hearing you reassure him was just what Tenko needed. Wailing he flung into your embrace, and sobbed his little heart out. He was so relieved, you loved him and would still keep him. He wasn’t cursed with a villain's quirk, mama said so and she was always right.

After calming down Tenko got sleepy, it took a lot out of his little body to be so pent up with emotion. Before he fell completely asleep his little sleepy voice rang out “I love you mama”. Sighing and smiling a gentle smile you picked up Tenko, choking to put him to bed. With a kiss to his forehead, you could only look forward and swear you would make him continue to feel loved.

It seems like the journey of motherhood is a long one ahead, luckily you were always ready for a challenge. Tenko was going to get the best mama in the world, you would make sure of it.

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#mha #bnha #mha x reader #bnha x you #bnha fluff #bnha angst #shimura tenko #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki #bnha hawks #mha hawks #hawks bnha #mom!reader #mother!reader #mha x you #bnha tenko

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zapreportsblog · 8 months

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Chapter 1: A Guardian Angel

Chapter 2: A Morning Routine of Love and Bond

Chapter 3: The Gift of Education

Chapter 4: Unexpected Reunions

Chapter 5: A Culinary Adventure

#my mother : the successful business woman #my mother : the successful business woman series #my mother : the successful business woman masterlist #x reader #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #bnha imagine #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia imagines #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia masterlist #bnha izuku

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bloodywings · 2 years

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Hi, lovely ! ♡

Could you do head cannons on how you believe Kiri and Denki would react to the reader being non-binary? How they find out can be up to you, maybe talk about how they are most likely to find out because...?

And maybe a small bonus of how Mina would react to reader telling her that they are non-binary? Like they were studying and then reader just gets comfortable and finally says something?

Please and thank you !! ♡

xoxo

Of course, I can! Thank you for asking nicely! (this is my friend by the way, you should go check them out)

I'll do all three and Bakugou, because I feel like it :).

So here is Kirishima, Denki, Mina, and Bakugou finding out that you are non-binary!

I hope you enjoy!

Have a lovely read darlings <3

Eijirou Kirishima

I feel like Kirishima would most likely find out by confrontation

He would call you a gender based off of your presentation

He doesn't mean to assume, he just gets really excited :(

After that you pull him to the side and tell him that you're non-binary and would prefer if he didn't call you by a specific gender.

When you tell him, he feels so bad.

Mans will probably be grovelling at your feet.

He'll apologize over and over, "Mis-gendering someone isn't manly :(" with tears in his eyes

After he stops beating himself up, he will defend you with his life.

If someone mis-genders you, he'll be nice about it

"Hey, they don't like being call a (whatever gender)"

Most people would fix themselves, but if someone doesn't, they will be met with the most passive-aggressive confrontation ever

If someone were to say "Well they look like (certain gender) so they are that"

He will go an entire rampage through the most gritted smile you've ever seen "Well it's not your place to say that, it's only your place to respect them, and if you can't do that then don't refer to them"

YOU TELL THEM KIRISHIMA!!!

Has the best heart

Denki Kaminari

I feel like Denki would find out by seeing a flag in your room

You'd probably have invited him to your dorm because he needed help with school work

The library was out of question seeing as Kirishima and Bakugou were going to be there, and they had already “taken claim on it”

So you offered your room

And there just so happened to be a flag in there.

Denki takes notice of it and comments on it, asking about your pronouns, if there was a preferred name/nickname you went by, etc

He was trying to get out of studying

Definitely calls them “bro-nouns”

Once he finds out he treats you no different from before.

Will also defend your honor, but not as defensive as Kirishima

Simply because Kirishima is close to six-foot and made of rock.

He isn't any of that

If someone dead-names you or uses the wrong pronouns on purpose, he'll offer to electrocute them for you

Offers to go to pride with you.

Probably buys you a pin with the non-binary flag on it

Mina Ashido

So as of studying with Mina, I think y'all are taking a brain break when you finally tell her

You had been friends for a good 3 months now

I know that doesn't seem like too long, but you two spend all of your time together.

She's always in your room, coming to bother you.

It felt like the two of you had been friends for years

It's not like she ever mis-gendered you, she usually used gender-neutral things for people until said otherwise

You just felt like telling her, you two told each other everything so why not

"Hey Mimi, I just wanted to let you know that I'm non-binary"

She's ecstatic about it.

She felt so special that you shared this info with her

Practically bouncing in her chair, asking you how you found out, when this all happened, she's just so excited :)

If you feel uncomfortable talking about it, she'll probably pick up on your body language and back off, while giving you an apology

"Sorry, I didn't mean to pressure you, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, I just got a bit excited, sorry"

Still, she has to fight the smile that's trying to push its way onto her face

If anyone tries to disrespect you in any way she will go off

She gives me ankle biter vibes

in the best way possible.

Love her <3

Katsuki Bakugou

And last but not least, blasty

I feel like you never told him, and you're kind of confused on how he found out

Had you questioning for days

"Do I really not look cis??"

In reality, he saw your lock screen

Which wasn't directly the flag, but it was based off of the color scheme and if you knew your flags, you can tell.

He never commented on it, he doesn't care enough.

I also headcannon him to be Agender, but that's just my opinion-

So he also doesn't let anyone disrespect you

He feels like he would want you to stick up for him when it comes down to gender (Not like he needs you sticking up for him, only when people are doing it behind is back obvs)

He probably asked your closer friends before assuming

Maybe you just like black, purple, white, and yellow in a specific order-

Regardless, you'd never catch him slipping on your name

I feel like even if you did come out to him with a new name and shit he would spend time looking at a photo of you and saying your preferred name over and over

If he fucks up, he puts an explosion to his face because he is just so done

SPEAKING OF EXPLOSIONS-

This man will blow up anyone who dead-names/misgenders you

Accidentally or on purpose

They shouldn't assume

Dumbasses

Hii, so how was it? Please let me know in the comments! If you have any ways I can improve as a writer please let me know! (remember there is a difference between constructive criticism and being rude)

Let me know if you want this scenario with other characters, or just a different one in general. But make sure you read my pinned post before you ask!

Notes and reblogs are appreciated

I hope you're having a good day! And if not, I hope tomorrow is better! bye darlings

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dabi-drift · 2 years

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Geten/Iceman’s S/O is a Single Mother:

❃ Your first meeting occurs in the midst of the single most traumatic moment of your tenure as a parent. Your son was missing. He'd run away from home and you couldn’t find him! You searched high and low, but the streets of Deika City were still unfamiliar, and it was too much ground to cover!

❃ In your haste, panic clouded your vision and you ran right into someone.

❃ Geten was annoyed, and he made that clear. He didn't ask you what was wrong. He didn't care. He started to walk away and you just cried. You literally begged him to help you look, and he wanted to refuse (you must be really irresponsible), but he couldn't and he didn’t know why.

❃ He didn’t recognise you, which was odd - he's acquainted with all the residents of Deika City. He told himself this was why he helped you. You don't look much older than him, and you're new. You aren't gonna find this kid alone.

❃ You split, and when you met again, you saw your son clinging to Geten's Parka. He was trembling, but he was safe. You're so thankful to Geten, such that it's excessive and a little embarrassing.

❃ That's when you tell him the reason for your son's disappearance. He learns that you're a single mother, in no communication with your ex. Some of the children at your son's school spread and twisted that information, and now he was the target of merciless bullying. He'd screamed about it being your fault, and then fled.

❃ Geten doesn't know what the education system is like, but he doesn’t think that tyranny is on the curriculum. He'll make passing comments about there being "something wrong with you" because you "couldn't make your partner stay", but he'll say nothing else.

❃ It's not like you threw his father out, or like you want him to grow up without one.

❃ As time passes, you'll open up to him about your history - relationships, and hopes and dreams you'd cherished before the birth of your son. You'll even bust out the baby pictures, and despite his icy façade, he loves seeing you so happy.

❃ Geten's never understood the purpose of having children, for any reason other than the passing of the torch (the burden of power) to the next generation. He was taught that strength is all that makes a person. You didn't rear your son like that at all. And the way you stay so strong for him in the face of so many challenges…it's admirable.

❃ You teach your son to be kind, generous and polite. And little do you realise, but you're influencing Geten too.

❃ He knows that if he wants to be your boyfriend, he'll have to win over your son. That boy's always telling you he wants a father, so…

❃ He starts visiting you often, and you make your gratitude known. The path of a single mother is often a lonely one, but Geten's arrival heralds a sense of comfort. It feels like…like he's the piece you were missing, all along. When he's here, with you and your son…well, everything just feels so right.

❃ You can calm each other with a single glance.

❃ You're a cuddle bug - something Geten warms to surprisingly fast. You break past his defences like they aren't even there.

❃ Your son loves Geten's Meta Ability. Geten would die for that child

❃ They bond quickly, and soon they're nigh-inseparable. Your son asks Geten to stay over every night, and Geten always complies. He likes listening along to your bedtime stories. You're his home away from home, until your home becomes his home. Then you aren't so far away.

❃ If your son ever runs off again, Geten's the first out looking for him, sick with worry. When you're all walking together, you look like a family, complete and in love. Geten takes pride in this. He looks like he could be your son's father? Well he absolutely is! And now you're his wife, so suck it!

❃ He loves both of you so much. You're his special people, and he'd fight till kingdom come to protect you. Your little family is queer, but it works, and nothing could ever break you apart.

❃ The most mundane things become some of his favourites. Grocery shopping, movie nights, walking around the town or just sharing a meal…they're all so special when you do them together, as a family.

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sotrick · 1 year

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Chie and her mother

#fanart #oc x canon #original character #bnha #chie x bakugou #oc #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #original art #mother #character design

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matchmaking. bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

BAKUTREATS .ᐟ navi. bnha m.list. bakugou 'asot' m.list.

synopsis .ᐟ pro-hero dynamight likes to do one (1) type of pr event, and that's going to schools and talking with kids. when dynamight visits your twins' school, the twins hatch a "perfect" plan between dynamight—bakugou katsuki and you—their mother.

content .ᐟ fluffy, fluff, kids. fraternal twins, single mother!reader, older!reader, pro-hero!bakugou katsuki, ooc bakugou katsuki, flirty bakugou katsuki, shy reader lmao, marupok ka bai, reader is 33, bakugou is 27, extrenely self-indulgent hehe

word count .ᐟ 2.0k+

chapters .ᐟ one | two | three

tag list .ᐟ open! ask and you shall receive ^^

Bakugou Katsuki is usually not the biggest fan of anything related to public relations. He feels as though it's a waste of time trying to look good for the public, maintaining a spotless image and a fantastic reputation, just so that some random people will think positively of you. So what if they do? All he wants to do is be a damn hero. The other shit that's apparently needed to be done is extremely unnecessary in his eyes; sometimes it even feels fake.

But there is a silver lining.

The PR shit that his PR manager makes him do—he hates everything—except going to schools and talking with kids. Sure, they can be little brats, but kids are kids. They're usually more honest and upfront, not really caring about what other people think. The questions that the kids would ask would never be left unanswered (can't say the same for interviewers and reporters, though). This man is pretty honest with his answers too (though with some, he keeps them brief or vague).

So, on a random Wednesday, his PR manager (who finally caught on that he likes being around little gremlins more) told him that he'd be visiting a school around 10 AM. With events like these, it's always a surprise for the kids, because Bakugou absolutely forbids announcements of any kind, not wanting the kids' experience ruined by the paparazzi and rabid fans. The only ones who are informed are the school staff.

It's 10 AM, and Bakugou Katsuki waltzes into the school in his Pro-Hero costume. His PR manager and personal assistant were just right behind him. They met with the principal of the school, a small old lady with a soft smile on her face. She greeted them as well as thanked the Pro-Hero for giving some of his time to entertain the kids. She led them to the first classroom of the day, the old lady knocking on the door before stepping aside, gesturing for the Pro-Hero to stand in front of the door and wait for it to open.

The door opened, and he was greeted by a mature woman with a small smile on her face. "Class, someone's here to talk with you for a little bit. . ."

When Bakugou stepped inside the classroom, the kids immediately shrieked with happiness. Both boys and girls flail their arms wildly and stand up, some even kicking their seats in the process, to go and rush over to the explosive hero. Bakugou picked up one kid, a little boy with a wide, toothy grin on his face.

No one understood how Bakugou Katsuki and his extreme personality would have such patience and understanding with kids. He's rough and gruff, with an attitude that can either make you cower or want to try to fight him—and yet, here he is, standing front and center of a classroom with a rare smile on his face.

"I'm picking up the kids—I'm already at their school—Mina, we can talk about that condo later—why are you so excited. . . ?"

You walked briskly to where the playground area was in your kids' school, more focused on the conversation you were having with Mina, your cousin. You kept walking, seemingly in a sort of trance, or rather, muscle memory, because you've been doing the same routine since they started preschool. It's as if your legs had a mind of their own at this point. But something was amiss. You slow down when you realize there aren't any children playing around and laughing and screaming. Haruki and Harumi weren't there. Your heart skipped a beat.

Luckily for you, there was another mother who was walking away from the playground area, seemingly calm. She has a kid who's in the same classroom as your kids. You were about to walk towards her to ask what was going on when the woman took notice of you, noticing the panicked expression on your face. "Don't worry, dear, the kids are inside talking to a Pro-Hero. I've been informed by a friend of mine who's already inside the school. Our kids are in the same class as hers; they're fine."

Relief washed over you, your shoulders releasing some of the tension they've been holding since your realization and your assumption (though no one can blame you). You nodded and smiled, mouthing a 'thank you' before walking as fast as you could to the entrance of the school.

You opened the double doors of the school, looking left and right before pausing for a moment. You walked straight ahead before turning left, your eyebrows raised in slight surprise when you saw parents gossiping in (somewhat) hushed voices. You heard the words 'Pro' and 'Hero', along with the name.

'Dynamight'.

You couldn't help but slow down, listening to the mothers and fathers gossiping about the Number 2 Pro-Hero. They talked about how surprisingly calm he is around children, how he answers whatever question he throws at them, and how he would even smile sometimes. You make a quiet sound of amusement before going back to your task at hand: seeing if your kids are really inside their classroom.

Lo and behold, there they were. Haruki and Harumi stood tall and proud, shouting out their names to the Number 2 Pro-Hero, Dynamight.

"What're yer names?" he asks the two kids, who were standing with determined expressions on their faces.

"Haruki!"

"Harumi!"

They shouted their names with bright, wide eyes that looked as if they were sparkling, their cheery tones making Bakugou chuckle. "We're twins!" Harumi linked her arm around her brother's, eyes closed as she smiled wide at the blond.

"Yeah, twins!"

Bakugou leaned back against the back of the chair their teacher provided for him, crossing his arms on his chest, his foot tapping the tiled floor. "Whaddaya wanna talk 'bout, squirts?" he hunched over, uncrossing his arms and clasping his hands together. The twins looked at each other as though they were communicating with one another, their brows slightly furrowed, like they were serious and focused. They looked towards Bakugou, who was waiting patiently for them to come up with their questions—

"Are you married!?"

Bakugou was taken aback, his eyes widening slightly as he raised his brows. It wasn't the first time he was asked this question, but it always got him. Kids usually ask about his fights and his quirk, even wanting a little demonstration of how he controls it so well. The very, very few kids who ask this question are either extremely curious or have a crush on him.

"Nope."

Just like that, the twins had huge grins on their faces, nodding to one another before facing the Pro-Hero. Bakugou quirked an eyebrow, straightening his posture and crossing his arms once more. They looked like they were planning something. Haruki and Harumi walked away from their seats, their focus on the door. "Where are you going, kids?" their teacher asked, confused but also curious. She's known them for a few months now, and in those few months, she's learned that these twins always had a knack for stirring up some chaos.

When the teacher opened the door, Harumi bowed before peeking outside and looking left and right to see if their mother was there. Harumi's face brightened when she saw you, and she immediately rushed towards you. Haruki followed afterwards, giggling loudly. "Mama!"

You stumble when you catch them, giggling as they hug you tightly. Before you could ask them if they were okay, though, they immediately grabbed your hands and turned their heads facing the opposite of you, pulling you towards the classroom. Your eyes widened as your affectionate expression turned into a more confused one. "Hey, what's going on?" you ask them gently. They turn their heads back to face you, innocent-looking smiles on their faces. But you know better; they're your children, after all. You knew they were up to something; the smiles on their faces and the shine in their eyes were already a dead giveaway.

And well, since you know them like the back of your hand, that also means they will absolutely not relent on taking you into their classroom. You sigh in defeat, letting them drag you over to their classroom in giddy excitement. When you finally enter the classroom, your eyes immediately lock with Bakugou Katsuki's scarlet eyes. They were so intense and full of fire. You see him eye you up and down before maintaining eye contact once again. Oh. . .

"Marry our mom!"

Your attention snapped away from Bakugou and went to the twins, who were grinning as if they had just made a perfect match of a couple. "Haruki! Harumi!" you scolded, although you couldn't really scold them properly, not when you're all flustered and embarrassed and ohmygod—

Dynamight was laughing—Bakugou Katsuki was laughing. You don't know if you should be honored or even more embarrassed than before. The twins were giggling themselves. You were just standing there, in front of a lot of kids, their teacher, the school's principal, and the parents, just outside the classroom—

"You squirts want me to be yer mama's husband?" He asks with a smirk on his face.

"YEAH!"

"Kids!"

Now you were embarrassed to the third power, good lord.

After that whole fiasco, you retreated back outside the classroom, your head hanging low. The parents were all teasing you to hell and back, and all you could do was cross your arms and grumble incoherent words. When the whole event was done, you wanted to wait for the Pro-Hero to apologize. All of the kids and their parents were mostly gone now, leaving only you and your twins, waiting outside the school, sitting on one of the benches.

You were a little nervous, though. It's not exactly every day you could meet a Pro-Hero in the higher ranks, much less the Number 2 Pro-Hero. It's also not exactly every day you lock eyes with someone so intense and handsome—oh god, no, stop.

"Why're you three still're?"

Your head turns in the direction of the voice, and you start to feel all flustered and embarrassed again. You stood up and walked over to him, trying to maintain eye contact but failing miserably. "I wanted to wait for you to apologize. . . my kids can be too much sometimes—" you cut yourself off when you realized how close in proximity the two of you were. Did he walk closer without you noticing. . ? Or did you walk too close. . . Oh, great, you're even more nervous now.

"And. . . um, thank you for uh—thanks for doin' this for the uh. . . kids, yeah."

You hear him chuckle, and it makes you feel fuzzy. 'Oh my god, what's going on with me!? Why am I acting like such a teenager who's freaking out over their crush!? This is crazy. . .'Sure, you've had your fair share of crushes on Pro-Heroes before, but this was the first time you felt like a schoolgirl trying to have a nice conversation with her crush.

You snap out of your thoughts, with his fingers snapping in front of you and his face right in front of yours.

"Don't be sorry 'bout the kids. It was cute," he tells you, his voice deep.

Bakugou catches the twins out of the corner of his eye, trying to keep their laughter down and their hands on their mouths. He smiles softly before returning his attention to you. "Besides, 's not a bad suggestion."

"W-what?"

"Marryin' ya."

The kids shriek and squeal, running towards the both of you. They spin around yours and Bakugou's legs, intentionally making the space smaller and smaller and. . . oof!

"Yer kids are pretty good with the whole matchmakin' thing, huh?"

Your hands were on his chest, and his hands were on your waist. You already experienced their matchmaking thing before, although they would never go to this extent. You concluded that they were more adamant about Bakugou being with you because, well, he's Dynamight.

"I'm thirty-three. . ."

"So? I'm twenty-seven."

"You're actually considering it."

He flashes you a toothy grin. "You bet I am."

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pamgkrthwrites · 6 months

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2500 please?

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Fandom: BNHA

Pairing: Dad!Bakugou x F!Reader

Themes: Bakugou is not the perfect dad but is trying his best, based off of a TikTok Sound

Summary: You get a call from your nearly 16-year-old daughter at 2 a.m. asking for $2500.

Word Count: 1K

Tag List: @optimisticprime3 @dreamcastgirl99 (Sorry if I've forgotten or gotten someone's tag wrong)

A/N: I should've been working on an assignment instead of this....

“Hey mama, do you have $2500 you can send me?” You heard your 15-year-old daughter’s voice through the phone.

You leaned up in your and Katsuki’s bed, looking at the time. “Katsumi, it’s 2 am. What do you possibly need $2500 for?” Your head hot the pillow before you suddenly sat u straight. “Katsumi, where are you?”

“Um-” You heard your daughter’s voice go weak though you could still hear her smile over the phone. “An escape room?”

“The truth, Katsumi.” You warned, sitting up in your bed.

“... Prison?”

You sat up straight, your eyes open wide. “PRISON?!”

Your husband Katsuki sturred awake, mumbling some curses.

“You can’t tell daddy!” Katsumi’s voice strained. “My friends and I were just goofing around-”

“Can’t tell me what?” You heard Katsuki's grumbly voice say before you turned your head, seeing your very tired 42-year-old husband. He grabbed your phone as he sat up, pulling it to his ear. “What did you do and where are you?”

You heard your daughter's voice become quieter and you could imagine her doing the thing she’s done since she was 3 and got in trouble with your husband. Lower lip pouting, looking down with hands behind her back and kicking rockings with her feet.

“... My friends and I snuck out and we went to a party and the cops were called and apparently there were drugs-”

“Drugs?!” Katsuki’s voice boomed. “You’re doing drugs?!”

“Nononono!” Katsumi panickingly rushed out. “There happened to be drugs there! That’s why we got arrested-”

“ARRESTED?!” Katsuki was going to pop a blood vessel with how angry he was.

You heard your youngest daughter Fuku crying now from her room. You gave your husband a look, but all you saw was anger behind his eyes. He took a deep as he clutched onto your phone tightly.

“Where are you being held?” He asked through gritted teeth as he signalled to you to check on your 7-year-old daughter.

You groaned as you got out of bed to go check on your youngest.

Katsuki waited until you left the room before glaring at the phone as if Katsumi could see his glare. “You’ll be grounded for 2 months, your birthday party is cancelled and you’ll write your mother an apology letter.”

“What?! But that's so unfair!-”

“Do you want me to come pick you up or do you just want to walk straight home?” You snapped at his daughter.

“... Fine…”

The drive from the police station was long and awkward. Katsumi wondered if her father was driving the long way home just so the guilt would eat her alive. She looked up at Katsuki with her eyes, the same eyes that you had.

He was silently fuming.

She looked out of the sports car passenger window, looking at her reflection in the side mirror. Her eyeliner was smudged and her father’s wheat-blonde hair looked messy with your hair texture on her head.

“Where’s mama?” She asked.

“At home. Someone had to watch your sisters.” He answered coldly.

When he noticed he was getting close to the street they lived on, he parked on the side of the road close to the park he used to take Katsumi to.

She stared at the park, remembering when she first got her quirk at the said park when she was 4. How you held her so closely with a smile and spun her around while Katsuki just watched, realising Katsumi had his same quirk.

“Why did you go?” He asked her, trying to keep a level head.

“I just wanted to do something fun with my friends.”

“You’re 16 in 4 days!” He pointed out to her. “You shouldn’t have snuck out! What if something worse happened than just drugs happening?”

“Why would you care-”

“Because you are my daughter, Katsumi!” Katsuki tried to hold back a tempered response. You told him to be gentle. He was never really good at it. He tapped his finger on the steering wheel. “Is this about that boy at school?”

The lack of a response from Katsumi confirmed it Katsuki. He took a breath in trying to not get angry.

“I know you don’t like him-”

“Understatement of the year, Sumi.” Katsuki butted in.

“-but I really like him!” Katsumi had small tears in her eyes and her fists clenched.

Katsuki was silent, tapping his finger on the wheel.

“... Don’t change yourself for some boy, Katsumi.” Katsuki said to her. “If you’re going to date, don’t make it a life lesson for yourself.”

Katsumi turned her head away from her father, crossing her arms. “Whatever.”

Katsumi barged through the front door, avoiding making eye contact with you as she made her way to her bedroom, passing her sisters’ rooms along the way. She slammed the door shut and locked the door, leaving you and Katsuki alone with high tension lingering in the house.

“What did you say to her?” You asked him with a raised brow.

“I told her not to change for that stupid boyfriend.” You angrily answered as he made his way back to your two’s bedroom.

Once you closed the door did he take off his shoes and shirt before getting back into bed. You sat beside him and gently rubbed his old man's back.

“Was he at that party?” You asked Katsuki gently.

“I don’t fucking know-! Probably!” He groaned, burrowing his face into a pillow.

“... Maybe we need to have the talk with her-” You stopped yourself when you saw the nasty look Katsuki was giving you. “Don’t act like that, Katsu. I started having sex when I was around her age.”

“With who?” He glared, his possessiveness over you still strong as ever, even after 18 years of marriage.

You just rubbed his back. “Not important. You have to accept that she’s going to start dating, there isn’t much you can do about that.”

Katsuki sighed, getting comfortable in bed. “Let’s just go to sleep. It’s 3am.”

You leaned down and kissed Katsuki’s forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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Yandere Todoroki family x reader

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@i-cant-sing originally came up with the yandere todoroki family idea - this is loosely based off of Snow’s idea :)) I’ll link her masterlist here

Please note that this is a little bit darker than what I usually write - if you’re sensitive to any of the topics listed below, please do not read this

word count - 4.6k

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tw - abuse, violence, slight mentions of drugging, stalking, child neglect?? (broader warnings in the tags - yandere-ness will start in part 2)

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part II

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The Todoroki family were an odd bunch, that much was clear.

Something about them, about the way they acted - both around one another, and around others - was so glaringly different. Of course, no one was stupid enough to pry into the private lives of the family of a hero as powerful as Endeavor.

Not that he was the only one worthy of a careful amount of caution - all of them were fairly powerful in their own right.

And their private familial situation remained exactly that - private.

No one knew what exactly happened behind closed doors, and everyone preferred it that way. It was best to let sleeping dogs lie.

****

Enji and Rei Todoroki weren’t always so dysfunctional.

There was a time, just before Natsu was born, where they were happy with life - or, as happy as they could have been in a marriage such as theirs.

Touya and Fuyumi never knew the specifics as children, but after Natsuo was born, Toya specifically learnt exactly why they had been born.

And really, what good were they if they couldn’t fulfill the one purpose they were meant to?

Fuyumi and Natsuo inherited their mother’s quirk, and they had no problems controlling it, but they weren’t what they should have been. They had no extraordinary abilities, no incredible control of their quirks beyond what anyone else could have achieved.

Touya himself could have been perceived as an even greater disappointment. While he had managed to inherit his father’s quirk, it didn’t mean much. He fell short in more ways than one, that much he knew. What use was a quirk like his if he only ended up hurting himself? No amount of precision and control could help him meet his father’s expectations.

Things were awkward, tense in their home for the longest time. Until their parents announced that they would be having a baby. A last ditch attempt to salvage their quickly crumbling family.

Only, the bland, quiet life they had been living quickly changed when they received some startling news. Good news, is what Rei insisted anytime one of her three children would bring it up.

It was discovered, somewhat late in the pregnancy, that Rei Todoroki was expecting twins. This had to be good news, surely? The supposed last ditch attempt was growing more plausible with every passing moment.

Their father became softer, somehow. He looked at his wife with loving eyes, spoke to her with soft words and gentle smiles. The change was almost disturbing. Rei took it in stride, and it seemed as though she had more life in her than she had even before she’d gotten married.

Touya didn’t hope for much, but he prayed, deep down, to whichever deity may be listening, that this miraculous change would stick.

****

The twins, as they had been referred to throughout the pregnancy, were born in winter.

Snow blanketed everything in sight, and the world looked peaceful and undisturbed, almost as though this was a moment stuck in time.

The three Todoroki children were made to stay outside in the waiting room, but the snow covered landscape just beyond the window was too enticing to just look at.

They bundled up and snuck outside, laughing and squealing in the snow.

Hours later, after their faces turned pink and their hands went numb, they returned to the beige waiting room.

As soon as they sat down, a nurse in a stark white coat opened the door and made her way to them. She’d crouched down before them and invited them to meet their new siblings.

They’d said yes, obviously, and bounced eagerly towards their mother’s bedside, standing on tiptoes to catch the smallest glimpse of the twins.

Rei gave them a tired smile and beckoned them onto her bed, and they scrambled up without waiting another moment.

Touya, in that moment, believed in love at first sight. Not the cliché type Fuyumi spoke about, not what you might read in a book or a manga, or see in a cheesy romance movie.

No, in that moment, Touya felt burning love, the urge to protect, to shield and care for his newest siblings.

Protect from what? Nightmares, maybe. Or bullies and older children. From their father. From mean teachers, from crushes and fantasy worlds, from anything that meant to do them harm.

He’d felt this urge before, albeit not as intensely, when Fuyumi and Natsuo were born. But now, staring down as the tiny fists grasping one another as the two of you held each other close, he promised himself that he would protect you. This time, he would not fail as he had before.

Natsuo and Fuyumi, huddled beside him on the mattress, had similar thoughts in that moment.

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Shoto got his quirk when he was four years old.

It was something of a miracle in your father’s eyes, as if his wish had finally come true after all these years.

He’d been blessed with a child who had two quirks - quirks which perfectly complemented each other.

After that, you didn’t see Shoto as often.

For days, weeks, months, years, you’d waited. Patiently, like your mother and brothers and sister told you to, you waited. Only, no amount of waiting would change you fate.

You were quirkless.

The universe had a strange sense of humour, that much you were certain of.

Years of waiting and hoping, and your father had eventually gotten his golden child, one with two perfect quirks. Only, everything came at a price. And the price for his victory was you.

You barely looked like your siblings, and you had no quirk, nothing that announced to the world that you were in fact a Todoroki. It didn’t affect you much, not until you were old enough to join school, to see how people fawned over your brother, and how they looked at you with such distain.

A year after Shoto got his quirk, Touya died.

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At ten years old, you accepted that you would never have a quirk.

You also accepted the fact that your family, along with the rest of the world, liked your brother a lot more than they liked you.

That was actually something that you understood. Of course people would like Shoto - he was so perfect. Handsome, intelligent, physically perfect, and he had an incredible quirk. You understood that people would like him more than you.

On him, the quiet, critical attitude was seen as mysterious and cool. On you, it seemed like you were just a bitch, one that thought she was so much better than everyone else even though she didn’t have a quirk. You knew that that was what people said about you behind your back. You didn’t have the will to correct them.

You understood why people liked Shoto more than you.

What you didn’t understand is why you didn’t have a quirk.

You understood the science behind it, the genetic reasoning. You’d seen your fair share of doctors, each of them saying the same thing.

“It’s not uncommon for quirks to be unbalanced in twins - either they spilt a quirk exactly, or one gets everything, and the other gets nothing.”

A dumbed down version, said simply enough for five year old to understand.

Over the years, you learnt the specifics of it, but that didn’t change the outcome.

You were quirkless.

You were quirkless and Shoto wasn’t.

You were quirkless because Shoto wasn't.

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Shoto joined UA at fifteen years old.

You tried to seem happy for him - not that he cared all that much about what you thought.

But no matter how much you smiled and congratulated him, it still stung.

Shoto was moving on with his life, improving in areas you would never be able to even imagine.

Fuyumi and Natsuo were proud of him, they’d made that abundantly clear. They’d had a celebratory dinner, all of Shoto’s favourite food’s covering the table. They’d gotten him small gifts as well, clothing, books, small trinkets that seemed to hold some significant meaning - a meaning you couldn’t understand.

Your father, stoic as he was, had a small smile on his face, so obviously proud even though it was expected of the golden child to attend UA. You weren’t sure what your mother’s reaction was when she found out. You weren't allowed to see her.

Not wanting to be around their unnecessary cheer, you left quietly, ducking out the doorway before anyone noticed - not that they would.

Sometimes you wondered what might have become of your life if things had been different.

If you had been the one to get a quirk and Shoto was the unlucky one. If the two of you had shared the quirk equally, like you’d begged and prayed for years.

If Touya hadn’t died. He had been kind to you, regardless of your lack of quirk, regardless of your otherwise off putting personality.

You wondered what would have happened, had your mother not blamed her mental break on you. Maybe your siblings would be able to tolerate you. Maybe your father would give you a moment of attention.

Wondering never did much, but living in a fantasy land of what might have been was better than living in the dreary reality of what actually was.

And much like the past of what might have been, you would spend the next few years thinking about what might have been if you hadn’t left home that night, if you’d chosen to accept the cold shoulders and awkward silences, rather than choosing to escape for a few minutes.

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On your twelfth birthday, you hadn’t received a birthday gift.

Not surprising, considering you hadn’t gotten so much as a “happy birthday” in six years at that point, but for some reason, it hurt more on that year than it ever had in the past.

You’d spent the day away from home.

Throughout your little adventure, you explored the areas surrounding your home, and places further than that. You had seen more in those few hours than you had in your entire life, and it had been fun.

The highlight of your day, of the places you’d seen, had to be the large park you’d found near the end of the day.

Really, it could be described more as a forest than a park, but it had been filled with greenery - trees, grass, ponds and flowers. So many flowers.

By the time you’d returned home, it had been close to midnight. There were no comments or questions about where you had been. You didn’t tell anyone.

When things got too difficult, too overwhelming, too much; you went back there. It felt as though it was your own slice of heaven, tucked away for you and only you, stuck in time.

You went there whenever Shoto, Natsuo or Fuyumi went to visit your mother. Sometimes you’d fall asleep there too, in no rush to return home.

Regardless of how often you went there, it remained your safe space - somewhere only you went, a place only you knew about.

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The sun had long since set, but still you remained seated on the comfortable patch of grass you’d found in your forest.

Time passed differently when you were here, and you got distracted easily.

You had managed to grab your bag right before you’d snuck out. Well, walked out. No one would say anything if they saw you leave.

Regardless, you were grateful that you’d had the forethought to grab your bag. It meant you had something to pass the time with, to help distract yourself.

Currently, you were studying the thick textbook you’d bought about a month prior. Working your way through it was a slow-going process, but you wanted to make sure you didn’t miss anything, so you’d taken to reading through it with a critical eye.

You only went through it when you were alone. If your father were to catch wind of what you were researching, he might burn the book to ashes. Or worse, hit you like he had in the past.

One thing you’d learnt over the years was that your father had a hairpin trigger when it came to his patience, especially for you.

And if he discovered that you were researching quirks of all things?

You were sure you’d end up with more than a few scrapes and bruises.

Years prior, you’d taken a interest in the origins of quirks, and your father had nearly burst a blood vessel when he found out. Why he’d gotten so upset, you would never understand. You didn’t really care either way.

The newest textbook you’d gotten your hands on was about quirks and trauma, something you’d never considered. It was an interesting concept, one that hadn’t really been tested out yet.

Much like a dormant genetic disorder, it is theoriesed that in the case of the quirkless individual (subject A), a stressor or trauma is required to activate the quirk gene.

In the case of a physical stressor, extreme pain registers in the parietal lobe. It has been observed that subject A responds differently to pain than subject B (the individual with one or more quirks).

In the case of a mental stressor, shock, of whichever degree, registers in the amygdala. It has been observed that subject A responds differently to shock than subject B.

It can be deduced that an extreme of both or either stressor is needed to activate the dormant quirk gene in quirkless individuals.

NOTE: Further testing is required.

The lack of light finally began taking a strain on your eyes, so you decided to pack up and head home for the night.

Stretching your arms high above your head, your joints popped. Hours of sitting in the same position did not do your back any favours.

Slinging the bag over your shoulder, you were about to leave when you heard a crack behind you, like someone had snapped a pencil.

You stopped and looked around, then down at the floor, thinking - somewhat foolishly, in hindsight - that you’d left a pencil on the ground and stepped on it while you walked away.

Distracted with your search for the nonexistent pencil, you’re caught by surprise when your feet are knocked out from under you. You hit the ground awkwardly, your bodyweight slamming onto your shoulder as the breath was knocked from your lungs.

You lay there for a long moment, gasping in half breaths, trying to shake off the confusion in your mind.

Sitting up is painful, it sends wave after wave of rolling agony through your shoulder, down your arm, and it settles in your fingertips, which quickly turn tingly and numb.

You taste blood.

Prodding at your lip with your tongue, you find that it’s split and leaking blood. You have a small scrape on your forehead, one barely worth noting.

Shaking your head slightly, you stand and glance around, looking for whatever had knocked you clean off your feet.

The small clearing was as empty as it had been when you’d first arrived, hours ago. There wasn’t so much as a bird flying around.

You were alone.

You were alone, until you weren’t.

A whistling sound towards your right catches your attention. You turn your head, intent on giving whoever was tormenting you an earful, when you’re blinded.

Light brighter than what could be generated by a torch fills your vision. You’re stunned, standing in slight shock, too afraid to move even one step without your sight.

The choice of whether to move or not is made for you as something heavy and hard hits you in the stomach.

You fold like a house of cards, dropping to the ground.

There’s a ringing sound now.

You’re disoriented, unable to see, nearly unable to hear.

You can still feel though. And there’s a small pinprick, barely enough to register the pain.

You black out before you can tell what happens next.

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You’ve always hated hospitals.

When your mother had first been admitted to Fujiya Hospital, you’d visit her alongside your siblings.

Back then, you hadn’t realised how much she hated you. You hadn’t realised that she blamed you for everything falling apart. The rest of your family soon felt similarly about you, or so you thought.

You used to patiently wait your turn to speak to your mother, standing straight and still just as you were taught. First was Fuyumi, telling your mother about her day, any noteworthy events. Next was Natsuo - he’d rarely tell her about his day. Instead, he’d ask about her condition, how she felt. Shoto always got to talk to her before you because he was older, a childish jibe he pulled whenever he wanted something you had.

Your mother would always be in a sour mood by the time you got to speak to her, eagerly talking about anything and everything, stumbling over your words in your haste. She never seemed to pay attention, always looking away from you, at a wall, or out a window, far into the distance. You’d always told yourself that she was tired, that since she spoke to all three your siblings before you, what you had to say wasn’t as exciting.

One day, nearly year and a half after she’d been admitted, your mother snapped.

She told you exactly what she thought of you. Exactly how much she hated you.

Ungrateful brat. Bastard child. Worthless. Unlovable wench.

You had been too shocked to cry. Too shocked to do much of anything for a few days after that. There had been an incessant ringing in your ears in that moment, so you missed a lot of what she had said, but you’d heard a lot more than any child should ever have to in the few short moments before Natsuo had dragged you away.

While it was true that you’d never looked much like anyone in your family, you were indeed related to them. Enji didn’t seem to believe that for a while after you were born, and he’d argued with Rei a lot because of it.

A few tests later, and he begrudgingly accepted that you were just different.

His tolerance for you dropped immensely when Shoto developed his quirk, and you proved to be an even greater disappointment.

Rei doted on Shoto, “protecting” him from your father. She grew frustrated with everything, and she took those frustrations out on you.

For most of your childhood, you had blocked out the way your parents had treated you. Enji’s treatment of you may have been bad throughout the years - he’d ignore you, occasionally slapping you around if you had particularly annoyed him. But Rei? She was the dark, foul creature that filled your nightmares.

Her words stung more than her rejection at times, and that day at the hospital had taken the cake. But the way she smacked you upside the head or across the face made Enji look like a gentle giant. She had no qualms about throwing random objects at you, whatever was within reach. No matter how much you wanted to believe the best of her, your mother hated you.

You were sure she would kill you if she could.

The worst of everything she’d done to you over the years had to have been the fact that she blamed everything bad in her life on you.

Oh, a glass broke in the kitchen? Your fault. Natsuo did badly at school? Your fault. Enji slapped her for interferring with Shoto’s training? Your fault.

Touya’s death?

Your fault.

Shoto’s accident?

Your fault.

Your own mother being locked up in a hospital like a crazy person?

Your fault.

It was all your fault. Everything was your fault.

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When you were eight years old, you had been knocked by a car.

It hadn’t been your fault.

It wasn’t your fault.

You had been crossing the road, on the way home after school.

Shoto had been walking ahead of you, and you were running to catch up to him, eager to talk to him while you had the chance. He was your brother but you rarely got to see him - while he was busy training with your father, you were expected to cook and clean. “Pulling your weight” is what your father told you. You had to be of some use to them.

You had made sure that the road was clear when you crossed.

There hadn’t been any cars, you were certain of it.

Only, you had made it a whole four steps into the street before you were knocked clean off your feet, rolling, skidding a few feet away.

The person who knocked you had left immediately, and the police had never managed to catch them. Not that it mattered all that much.

You spent two months in hospital.

A severe concussion, four broken ribs, a broken collarbone, fractured wrist, slight brain swelling, and some internal bleeding.

Those months you spent in the hospital were pure torture. No one came to visit you - at least, not while you were awake. You’d find clothes, food, and occasionally books whenever you woke up from a drug induced sleep, but no one ever came to see you while you were awake.

The nurses and doctors didn’t speak to you either, other than to ask how you felt. They barely even looked you in the eye.

You returned to an empty home two months later, everyone going about their lives as if you barely existed.

You weren’t allowed to walk to school again after that.

****

You’ve always hated hospitals.

Which is why you were so unhappy to wake up in one again.

One thing was certain though. Waking up wasn't like it was in the movies. You didn't smell bleach or disinfectant, you didn't hear a steady beeping or feel anything noteworthy. In fact, you barely registered that you were awake at all for a good ten minutes.

It was only when you sensed a slight shift to your left that you realised that you weren't unconscious, you weren't floating through dark, endless, nothingness.

You still couldn't hear anything.

In fact, it seemed as though all of your senses were dulled. Blunt.

Recalling what had happened right before you lost consciousness, you felt frozen in place, hardly daring to breathe too loudly.

You spent a while like that, barely moving, barely breathing, in a state of near panic. It all came to a head the moment you felt a gentle hand lay itself on your arm, and a muffled noise, as if someone was trying to talk to you.

As if the person trying to talk to you could read your mind, they held you down the moment you tried to jump up and run. Not that you would’ve gotten very far, you realise a moment later when you open your eyes and see the room full of nurses before you.

The person holding you down, Natsuo, looks at you with alarming concern, eyebrows drawn together, his mouth pinched into a tight line. You’ve never seen him look so worried.

“Hey, calm down. Calm down. You’re fine, deep breaths.”

He says it as a command, not a gentle suggestion.

You nod, still dazed and confused, but you do as he says. Taking the opportunity, you look around the room.

It’s more spacious than you had originally thought. The bed you’re laying in feels small and out of place in the stark white room. Large floor to ceiling windows cover one wall of the room, making the space look even brighter than normal.

The light makes your head throb, and you close your eyes as you lean back.

Someone had fluffed the pillows for you. It bothered you that you hadn’t noticed someone get that close to you.

Once your head stopped pulsing to an irregular beat, you open your eyes again, deciding it was wiser to stay laying down.

Natsuo was still talking.

The nurses had left the room.

“Natsuo.” You interrupted him.

You rarely interrupted anyone in your family. Your father in particular had made it abundantly clear that he would smack you into next week if you ever decided to speak over him. Naturally, you’d decided to not interrupt anyone in your family. You never knew when one of your siblings might let something slip to your father.

But you felt as if you’d earned the right to interrupt someone, just this once.

Your brother looked up at you and hummed, prompting you to talk.

“What’s going on? The last thing I remember, I was about to head home, and then...”

You stopped. You had no idea how much he knew about your park, and you weren’t about to hand him that information on a silver platter. Besides, he seemed to have understood the gist of your question anyway.

“I was just getting to that. Here, drink this.”

He handed you a clear plastic cup. You sniffed it. Water.

You took a sip and looked at him expectantly. Waiting.

“Like I was saying, you were gone for a few days. Fuyumi wouldn’t sleep, and dad was getting a search party together and everything to go and look for you. Of course, Shoto was at school, and Fuyumi didn’t want to worry him, so no one told him you were missing.”

You scrunched your eyebrows together at that. You’d been missing for days? How long had you been unconscious for? And your family had actually been concerned? Your father had been putting together a search party?

Sliding your hand up your arm, you pinched yourself until you drew blood.

Huh. Not a dream then.

Natsuo continued on, oblivious to your internal turmoil.

“They found you behind some old warehouse in the business district, in an alleyway of all places. I thought you’d be half beat to death with how panicked dad sounded, but you were completely fine. There was nothing wrong with you - there is nothing wrong with you. But you’ve been unconscious for a week-”

“How long has it been exactly?”

You interrupted him again.

“What?”

“How long has it been since I first went missing?”

He shook his head slightly, looking out the window for a long moment, then back to you.

“Nearly four weeks.”

You balked at his words.

Four weeks.

You were unconscious for a month .

What on earth had happened. Why couldn’t you remember anything.

“Calm down. You-”

Natsuo sighed deeply, taking a deep breath, steeling himself.

“You need to calm down. Things are not the same as they used to be - you've changed, so you need to learn how to control yourself. I don’t know how, it should be impossible.”

You were shaking now.

“Natsuo? Please, you’re scaring me.”

He did something then that shocked you.

Your brother hugged you. For the first time in ten years, your brother pulled you close and hugged you, squeezing you tightly to his chest.

He spoke then, mumbling the words into your hair as he pushed your face into his chest.

As if - if he said the words softly, calmly, they would shock you any less.

“We were running tests, a routine check up and... Well, your results weren't the same as they had been before - before you disappeared that is."

He paused.

"I can't word it any other way - you have a quirk."

That should have scarred you.

It did scare you.

You didn’t even realise you were crying until he started gently rocking you back and forth, muttering reassurances into your ear.

But amidst your fear and uncertainty, you were happy.

Beneath the tears, you were smiling.

You had a quirk.

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