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diva-1-online · 1 year

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Life of the Party | Denki x Reader

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Since he was young, he was taught that staring was rude. His mother would pinch his ear or rest a cold hand onto the back of his neck as a warning to stop staring when people would pass. He knew better than to stare, but when it came to (Y/n), he had forgotten every rule he was taught and would stare at her under the disco lights. Red, blue, pink, red, blue, pink, the color sequence repeated. He stared at her dancing, moving her hips in a circle and not noticing anything else in the room. Her head tilted up and her eyes closed, enjoying the atmosphere. Her drink in her hand would never once spill. She was the center of attention.

Other girls would try and mimic her in the room, but no one could do better than the original. Their drinks would occasionally tip other and splash against their skin, but her skin looked practically perfect underneath the lights. He’d come to believe she would practice these moves to perfect them.

“What’s wrong?” (Y/n) suddenly turned around to face Denki, realizing he had been staring. “Is there something on my shirt?” She looked down and began to inspect her shirt.

“No, you-” he paused, trying not to sound awkward, “you dance well.”

“Thanks, I took lessons when I was a kid.”

“Hip hop?” He yelled over the music.

“And classical. C’mon Denki,” she tugged him back into the dance, her hands around his back.

She was… slow dancing with him? Kinda slow, at least. He would never waste this opportunity though, so he eagerly went along. All while a mosh continued behind them, they swayed together, ignoring the rhythm of “The Box,” playing behind them.

He, for a second, was worried about what everyone in the room would think: that they’d think he was weird. That is, until he realized that nobody was watching. Everyone was too busy dancing away from them. (Y/n) never cared about what people thought of her simply because she didn’t notice them. Denki could have sworn they only danced for one song, but when he lifted his head off of (Y/n)’s shoulder he saw that there were only a few people left. He looked at his watch and saw it was nearing closing time.

“Are you tired?” He asked her. She looked up, her eyes glancing directly into his, and shook her head.

“But there’s not much left to do around here,” she disconnected herself from his arms, making about a foot of distance between them.

“There’s that gas station open all night. Want to get energy drinks?”

(Y/n) smiled and nodded, quickly walking out of the club and standing outside in the cold winter air. It chipped against her exposed skin by the second.

“I guess I didn’t think about how our ride left already…” She laughed, hanging her head a little. “Well,” she grabbed his arm and began walking, “it’s not too far!”

Denki shivered at her touch, feeling how cold she was through his jacket. He then realized that her jacket was still in the car they took here. (Y/n) was in black ripped shorts and a bright red tube top. Her fingernails were painted to match her top and she had gold rings on two of her fingers.

“Denki?” He snapped out of his trance, “you’re dragging, c’mon.”

“Oh… Are you cold?”

“Yes! That’s why I want to get to the gas station, now come on.” She tried to drag him once more but he wouldn’t budge. He took off his jacket and gave it to her.

“Oh thank God,” she quickly put it on, “now come on.” She had finally dragged him into the gas station, relishing in the warmth of the heater. Denki felt a little bad for the worker who was clearly tired and bored, scrolling through their phone. (Y/n) began typing rapidly on her phone, “whose house is closest?”

“Mine.”

“I’m calling us an uber. Too damn cold out for anything else.”

Denki began to go through the Monster’s, picking out his favorite flavor when (Y/n) suddenly tugged on his arm.

“Can we make battery acid?” Denki looked into her pleading eyes, desperately needing an energy drink. He immediately smiled and (Y/n) reached over him, grabbing her favorite Monster flavor. They stockpiled their arms with sour gummies, Monsters, and Gatorades before checking out and getting into the Uber to go home.

(Y/n) was fighting so hard to stay awake in the Uber, nodding off onto Denki’s shoulder every other minute. Of course, he didn’t mind though. As they walked into his house, (Y/n) threw her body over the couch, stretching her arms and yawning.

“Cmon,” Denki began shaking her awake again, “we gotta make the drinks.” (Y/n) rolled off the couch and stood up, walking to the counter and began making her drink with Denki. She mixed her Gatorade with Monster and added in Pixie Sticks, FunDip powder, sour gummy worms, sour AirHeads, and JuicyDrop Pops.

“Should we put in a shot of vodka?” (Y/n) asked.

“Yes,” Denki immediately grabbed the bottle and poured some in for both of them. They mixed the drinks a bit more. Denki and (Y/n) sat on the couch together, ready to try their drinks.

“Okay on three.” (Y/n) said. “One, two, three,” they both took a sip and immediately curled their faces up.

“Oh that’s so good,” (Y/n) took another drink. The sugar began to affect her immediately as her eyes widened up. At the end of their drinks, (Y/n) was clearly ready for another party, pacing back in forth in his house, rambling on and on. Denki couldn’t help but stare at her as he laid on his couch.

“And that’s why I told him that I never actually tried the pie because I ate too much salsa and chips but then he got all upset because I lied about his pie and I felt really really bad but I was full and then I tried the pie in front of him and it was actually really good but yea, that’s how we met. Oh! Those Pixie Stixs!”

“The Pixie Stixs?”

“Yea, they were banned at our school because we kept on snorting them. I mean, I tried to once but it really hurt my nose and then one of my friends kept sneezing blue snot and the teachers got all mad us, oh, do you think Eiji’s up?” She looked at the clock for a second.

“Uh, Eijirou is probably,” the clock flicked on and off, “waking up soon to go workout.”

“So probably not up for another round.”

“(Y/n), it’s four a.m., how do you still want to party?” Denki would admit he could party for a while, but not like how (Y/n) could. All she needed was an energy drink and she was ready to go. As long as she never stopped moving, she wouldn’t feel tired.

“I mean, I’m tired, but I still wanna do something.”

“What if we just did something tomorrow, I mean, tonight? And when we wake up we can go shopping or something so you can buy another outfit.”

“What’s wrong with my outfit?”

“Nothing,” Denki shrugged and laid down on the couch, “you just like to buy new outfits for different parties.”

“You,” (Y/n) paused, her voice softening, “you remembered that?”

“Of course I did,” his eyes began to flutter shut. “And maybe while we’re at it you can buy a jacket.”

“Ha,” she laughed a little, feeling the fatigue creep up on her as she stayed still for a while, “maybe I’ll keep it… God, I’m tired,” she put a hand up to her forehead. She fell back onto the couch with Denki, but the couch really wasn’t that wide. They were right up next to each other. (Y/n) began to stroke the black streak through Denki’s hair, soft eyes staring at his, wide and in shock.

“Your hair is so soft,” she whispered. She suddenly closed her eyes and then immediately fell asleep on him. Denki sighed, staring at (Y/n) in a haze. He knows he shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t. He closes his eyes and presses a kiss to her forehead.

Shitshitshitshit

Her eyes were fluttering open. Oh shitshitshit

“Well finally,” she whispered and wrapped an arm across his body.

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This (along with other works) is also posted on my AO3, TheRealAuthorDiva, under BNHA Oneshots

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summerlovingbaby · 10 months

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Hench Part 3

Y/N never understood why hospitals had such crap TV channels, it was either some bastardized Disney knockoff or the news, and both were just as depressing. She usually just turned on the news and looked out of the window and pretended she was elsewhere.

She took the information about her leg in stride, which surprised most of the staff, as well as her downright refusal for pain medicine, she could get used to the pain in her leg, but she refused to allow herself to get used to the pain meds that her biological dad got addicted to, it was one thing to take opioids once, but it was another to take them every single day for the rest of her life. It would start of as once in the morning and once before bed but that could quickly spiral out of control to twice a day, then one every day just to feel normal. She would rather feel the intense gnawing pain eating its way down her leg rather than the feeling of opioids eating away at her until she overdosed and died as nothing more than a skeleton..

The pain wasn’t bad, the more she got used to it, at first it ate away at her, but that feeling turned into a simple burning feeling that got worst with movement, but she would get used to it, they fitted her for a cane and she was found sometimes limping about the hospital at odd hours, most assumed it was out of boredom, but in reality, she was searching for the three strange people who she had a strange vague memory of, she remembered the boys blue eyes, they often invaded her daydreams.

What also surprised the staff was her wanting to leave so quickly, as soon as they told her that she had an estimated 40% leg mobility, she asked when she was allowed to leave, given that she was a minor the hospital could have called social services, but the doctors elected to do that until she was deemed more mentally stable.

For all intents and purposes she was a medical miracle, it was a wonder she could have kept her leg at all, she tried to keep that in mind, her being a medical miracle and all that but it was hard when her chest ached like it was empty and her leg ached like someone sliced it down the middle, that pain was closely followed by the itch of healing that never seemed to go away.

So she spent her days flipping through the two channels on the TV, asking if she could go home, and refusing the doctor offering her pain meds, she was just about ready to accept this as her life when the doctor knocked on her door.

Dr. Myerson.

He was one of her favorites, he never sugar-coated things and didn’t treat her so fragile like she was glass, she also looked a bit like her older brother, but she never told him that. Never offered her meds after the one time she denied them and let her have 2 servings of strawberry jello even though it was over her daily calorie count.

He also didn’t knock, but hey, nobodies perfect.

This was not a part of her regularly scheduled visits.

She didn’t break her gaze from the window, just listened as his footsteps approach the bed.

“ Here to kick me out?” she joked.

“ Wish we could, but that would be illegal,” he joked back. “ But the police are here to see you, they need a statement.”

“ I already told them I don’t remember what happened,” she lied, at least that’s what she told the nurses, and the cops when they asked, she remembered all of it. She remembered using her puppeteering quirk to save people and being snatched up 50 feet into the air, being dangled off a building, and then dropped onto a pile of rubble. “ Make them go away,” she demanded. “ I don’t want them here.”

“ Wish I could babe,” he shrugged, “ I’ll tell him to make it quick. Maybe I’ll even interrupt you with a fake medical crisis,” he turned on her heels and sauntered out of the room, nodding at the large hulking officer who was waiting just past the doorframe.

Y/N heard the thudding of his feet and tore her glance from the window to nod at him in awknodlegement, she could have ignored him but it wasn’t his fault that she was stuck in the hospital and the other common man was stuck cleaning up after heroes, as annoying as it was.

She rolled over, nodded towards him and rolled back to her side and watched the cars zoom past each other in the parking lot before she realized.

She rolled back over to look at him. All 7ft and 3 inches of him, standing ducked in the doorway with his arms tucked awkwardly behind his back. It was obviously him, no doubt. How many men stood at that height, and weighed over 600 lbs. He was in a poorly fit police uniform that was bursting at its seams to compensate for the size of his muscles. His bright yellow hair which was usually teased up in spikes was slicked down to his head, and he wore his usual wide plastic smile that was cracking at the seams.

“ Y/N L/N? My name is officer… my name is officer,” he glanced down at his badge and read it aloud. “ Officer Krumke. I’m here to ask you questions regarding the incident on January 2nd?” he looked at her and waited for a response, she just stared at him with wide eyes and an unmoving grimace. He looked down at his clipboard. “ It says here that you don’t remember anything that happened, is that correct?”

Her nose twitched violently upward. She couldn’t stop looking at his face, staring at his features, his skin looked plastic like he was a large action figure, his smile poorly hidden behind a plastic yellow mustache. She couldn’t take him in all at once, so she looked at the parts of his face. His mouth, that plastic smile that was cracking at the seams, white teeth that caught the glare of the hostile yellow hospital lights, she was tired of looking at it.

“ Well it says here that on that day you violated Section B, article 4 of the quirk laws, as well as Article 6, normally we would arrest you but given the circumstances-”

“Excuse me?” she blinked a few times in confusion.

“ You unlawfully used your quirk, and you unlawfully used your quirk on the elderly, normally you would be arrested but given your injuries, I think that you’ve suffered enough.”

“I’ve suffered enough? Article 2, Section C,” she said, “Civilians are granted temporary access to lawfully use their quirk to help others. I was helping people.”

“ Well regardless, you should save the heroics to the professionals,” he said, he pretended to scribble something down on his clipboard and nodded.

Y/N looked at his face once more, and considered what he said, before deciding to get angry.

“ The professionals? Like you?”

“ Ma’am I am only a-”

“ What? A cop? A bastard? A coward?” Unbridled rage rose in her faster than she thought it would, it rose up from her chest, at first it felt a little bit like nausea, but that quickly bloomed into white-hot rage that wouldn’t be cooled off.

“ I understand that you are upset, but that is no reason to reason to resort to name-calling.”

“ What are you going to do?” she snarled, her upper lip curled, “ Pick me up and fling me around? Maybe this time you’ll actually finish the job.” she smiled at the thought, a smile that only a fool would mistake for joy.

“ I have no idea-”

“ You snatched me from the ground and flung me in the air like I was your chew toy, then you just dropped me. It was you.”

“ Ma’am-”

“Don’t bullshit me, don’t play games with me. I know it was you.”

All Might daringly shook his head. “ I have no idea what you are talking about, if you wish to amend your statement you can do so now.”

“ What, and tell them that I was saving people, cleaning up your mess before you snatched me from the ground then discarded me when I was no longer of use to you. Dropped me on the ground to die. Is that a good enough statement?”

“ That’s not what happened! I-”

“ You what, Officer,” she demanded.

He remembered his disguise and stroked his mustache and focus his face in a quizzical expression. “ All Might is a hero, he saves people!” he stomped his large foot, and the floor shook.

“ I was saving people, I was cleaning up the mess that you made.”

“ ALL MIGHT IS A HERO!” he flung the clipboard against the wall leaving the papers to fall to the ground like leaves and sliding across the floor. “ You were unlawfully using your quirk and behaving like a villain.”

“ I was helping people,” she spoke, and it was the smallest voice All Might ever heard. “ I was trying to be a hero, I was doing the right thing. Hero’s take and they take and they take with no regard for what they leave behind.”

All Might opened his mouth to speak, but closed it when he realized he had nothing to say, he could justify his actions all he wanted but she would still be just as stubborn as she was before, admitting that she was being the hero. He walked over to the corner and picked up the papers that fell to the ground, and what was left of the splintered wooden clipboard.

“ If you came here to escuage your guilt, your pathetic and I hope you know you destroy more lives than you save. Everywhere you go you leave a trail of bodies and destruction, and I hope you know how to live with that,” she sneered, “ you may not be a villain but you need to stop pretending you’re a hero.”

All Might nodded in consideration, what could he say? What could he say that would take away her pain, maybe pain was all she had left. She said he took everything from her, maybe that was all there was left, a husk of a person that only knew pain. He took her family, her freedom, her childhood, and her mobility. He should leave before he took anything else.

He turned to leave and paused at the door.

“ In the future, I suggest that you leave saving people to the heroes.” He paused and waited for a snarky response.

“ What future?” she asked, and rolled over to her side to stare back out the window.

It was so quiet he hardly even heard it. He tried so hard to protect people, and he became worst than the people he wanted to lock up. He took so much away from that girl, he read the reports, he took her mom, and her dad and her brother. Her house and her neighbors, her childhood, her freedom, her mobility her youth. He took her future, he read the reports, she was brilliant at athletics, on a full volleyball scholarship for one of the top athletic schools in the prefecture.

He couldn’t resurrect the dead, he couldn’t give her leg back, but he could give her back one thing. He could give her back a chance at a future.

One discussion later, and a strong letter of recommendation letter later, he finally assuaged his guilt.

The next morning Dr. Myerson welcomed himself in the door and waved an open letter in her face.

“ Look who’s getting out of here?”

Y/N snatched the paper from her grip and read it three times until the words imprinted in her brain, and she was sure they were real.

“ Well I’ll be dammed,” she whispered, “ UA here I come.”

It was that day she vowed to take everything from him, just like he had taken everything from her. She wanted to rip him apart limb from limb and watch him suffer.

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red-riot-unbreakable-heart · 1 month

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Thinking of writing a little MHA Character x Reader Rainy Day series focused around a rainy day spent with your beloved! What MHA peeps would you want to see featured? Let me knowwww

#mha imagines #mha fanfic writer #mha fanfiction #mha fanfic idea #my hero headcanons #my hero academia #bhna #boko no hero academia #boko no hero

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girlatrocity · 3 months

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it's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

inspo credits to "Veil" by @/_K0TTERl_

ochako ver

#omggg she's finally done #literally my favorite ochako I've ever drawn #love these two forever and ever and ev #pour one out for jeff buckley #bnha #togachako #mha #bnha fanart #boko no hero academia #toga himiko #my hero academia #toga #togaraka #uraraka ochako #himiko toga #ochako uraraka #mine !!

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lesbomaticlove · 1 year

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todoroki brother bonding time

#todoroki family #todoroki shouto #todoroki natsuo #todoroki touya #dabi #todoroki enji #my hero academia #bnha #bnha fanart #memes #mha #boko no hero academia #i have a folder on pinterest titled 'when im feeling chaotic and/or gay' and that is where these original images are stored #anime #fanart

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kozzdraw · 9 months

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Panel redraw

#bnha spoilers #ochako uraraka #toga himiko #my hero academia #bnha uraraka #togachako #boko no hero academia

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itgetzweird08 · 23 days

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Okay walk with me- this sound has had a death grip on me so I wrote a lil smth 👀 (I wrote two variations of this, so here’s the other version)

Bakugo x Reader

Imagine you and Bakugo knowing eachother since kindergarten. He was loud, boastful, smart and, proud. You were on the more quiet side, choosing to color or read or even nap during down times. You didn’t talk to Bakugo much, never had much of a reason to. You didn’t share any friends and didn’t have much in common. Yet, every once in a while, you would notice him staring at you. Yet you never thought much of it.

However, for Bakugo, every time your eyes met his, his heart fluttered in his chest. You were always a bit of a mystery to him, a puzzle he could never quite figure out. You were the only thing that really scared him. Not because he saw you as a true threat, but he knew himself and his personality, and even when he tried to be kind it was taken the wrong way. He never wanted to mess that up. But god, how he wish he could say hello.

As you got older, he only yearned more for you. He wished he had the courage to compliment your new hairstyle, or the new pin on your backpack. He over heard you talking about your favorite tv show one day, and he wished he was brave enough to come to you the next day after watching every episode, just to make conversation. As the years went by, Bakugo fell in love with you. Yet you, beautiful you, were unaware.

When you both got into UA, it was a miracle by All Might himself that you were both in class A together. And he finally saw it as his shot, his chance to get to know you more, and for you to know him. That way, maybe, you would come to love him just as he had come to love you for all of these years.

“I could never choose to love another”

“Maybe one day I could learn to love you…too”

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lydibug-art · 1 year

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EraserHead 🌟✨

Prints available in my shop! 💌

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iforgorrt · 10 days

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Cleaned up version of the mha Jump Giga cover

#Creds to @DabisPoleDance on Twitter for the clean up!#Mha #bnha #my hero academia #boko no hero academia #bakugou #midoriya #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #izuku #katsuki #deku #great explosion murder god dynamight #bakudeku #explodes and dies💥

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i-wanna-die-like-now · 1 year

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He would be terrifying in the bnha universe with how many powers he has and paired with the experience of fighting enemies that can go intangible and being able to be intangible himself, unstoppable. I am so close to writing a fic

#artists on tumblr #digital art #digital doodle #danny phantom #danny phantom fandom #danny phantom fanart #my hero academia #my hero art #dp x bnha #bnha #boko no hero academia

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lanirawhoney · 5 days

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Color is crazy because the way each looks is dependent on what's already on the canvas. This is why shortcuts like color picking are doomed to fail. Learning to look at color as an ecosystem rather than one choice in a vacuum is the only way to go

#lani art thoughts #color theory #digital art #haikyuu #kagehina #bnha #bakudeku #boko no hero academia

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sannasruins · 7 months

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it didn't hurt, right?

bakugo katsuki x reader

type: angst

warnings: cheating (on reader), smoking, f!reader

a/n: hi it's been a while, got writer's block but then something bad happened to me which always makes the writing juices flow, also i didn't proofread, i will never proofread

word count: 2k

The strike of a lighter lit in front of your face, you weren't one to smoke, in fact, you had never smoked a cigarette before. After all that had happened to you today though, you thought you needed a vice. You needed something, anything, too dull, to numb, to take your mind off what had happened. What you had heard, and now this dull ache refusing to leave your chest. You let the flame go out.

Leaning against the cold brick wall in the dark, in the alleyway of the convince store where you had just bought a pack of Marlboro's, the pretty sad girls always seemed to smoke those, and a matching red lighter. You huddled into yourself, hands stuffed in your jacket pockets, fist clamped around the box you had just bought. Your chilled body illuminated slightly by the neon lights of the city that spilled into your hiding place, you shakily take out the box, struggling for a second on how to open it before, with shaky hands, successfully ripping into it. You tapped out a single thin white stick and brought it to your lips, before restriking the lighter and bringing it to the tip.

You inhaled deeply, and paused before you began coughing, it felt as if you were going to cough your lungs right out of your body with how hard they were wracking your entire being. You bent over, hands on your knees as your whole body shook with the motions of your coughs, the cigarette, forgotten and extinguished on the ground by your feet, while this was a miserable feeling, you thought to yourself, it did replace that horrible knot of anxiety in your stomach for a few moments. Maybe it was worth it.

You thought back to what had caused this rash change in behavior for you, it wasn’t too long ago, just a few weeks, maybe even a handful of minutes if you didn’t count the foreboding feeling leading up to it.

You had been dating your boyfriend, Pro Hero Bakugo Katsuki for 2 years now, but had known him since the days that he was an upper classman for you at UA high, you in the support class a year under him, got semi acquainted with him as he frequently was breaking his equipment. After he graduated you both lost touch but when you graduated and found a job as a hero equipment repair apprentice at the same agency he was working at, the two of you began to interact once more.

You had had a crush on him since your schooling days, your girl friends always calling you crazy for liking such an abrasive boy, but you liked his candor, and his mental fortitude. The two of you found your quick wit in common and you could sympathize with him in a way that it seemed that a lot of people could not, which you didn’t fully understand but you didn’t let it get to you.

He asked you out 2 years after you had started working at the pro hero agency, he had brought a bouquet of your favorite flowers, you were surprised he had known them, but you happily said yes with years in your eyes. Your girlhood crush had been realized; how many people can say that.

You asked him later what made him ask you out, what he liked about you. He told you he liked your sweetness, your kind eyes, and maybe it was a red flag that he didn't mention how brave you were, or your quick hands, or your impressive talents. But maybe not, it’s hard to tell at this point.

He was sweet for a while, attentive, present, though it did drop off eventually, maybe after a year, maybe a bit sooner. You could shrug that off though, he was a pro hero, he was busy protecting the city and the entirety of Japan.

The two of you moved in together on your one-year anniversary, you thought it was so sweet when he presented you with the key to his apartment in a little box with a bow. Though was that just lazy behavior? Did he do that because he didn’t know what else to do or didn’t care to do anything else? You were questioning everything about the of your relationship at this point.

You hadn’t brought much from your apartment, just a couple boxes of stuff besides clothes, since his place was already furnished with things much nicer than yours. You didn’t think you would be needing any of your old furniture again, no point in paying for storage for things you don’t need, so you sold it off for a little bit of money to put into your savings, you secretly had the thought of ‘wedding’ when saving the money.

You chuckle bitterly in the alleyway you’ve been reminiscing in, “stupid” you murmur to yourself.

It was definitely dumb of you to sell almost all your belongings when moving in with your first serious boyfriend, but you were young and dumb and in love.

You were happy cooking lunches for the both of you, and then making breakfast, before going to work an 8-hour shift, often having to put in overtime due to unexpected or urgent repairs needing to be done, and then coming home, cleaning your shared living spaces, and starting on dinner before he came home. It became a routine, and you didn’t mind, he worked hard, and you loved him, so putting in some extra effort didn’t hurt, right?

You loved him. He loved you. It didn't hurt, right?

He had been acting a little more distant than usual in the last few weeks, you had tried talking to him, getting him to open up, letting him know you were there for him, giving him his space, but no matter what you did, nothing seemed to work, he just seemed to be getting further and further away from you, coming home later, pushing his dinner around his plate but not eating, and even when the two of you slept in the same bed, side by side, it was as if you were worlds apart. You had no idea what was going on, you equated it to his job, it was hard, he had to watch people get hurt, he had to watch people die, he had to bear the guilt of not being able to save those claimed by death. You felt helpless sitting there watching him drift away but you tried everything, there was nothing left for you to do.

He came home earlier than his new normal that day, the sun was still in the sky, albeit, setting, the orange fingers of light stretching out through the clouds as if grasping onto the day, not wanting to leave the bliss of unknowing.

“Oh, hi honey!” you greeted him as you heard the door unlock and swing open, “you’re home earlier than you’ve been, so I don’t have dinner ready quite yet,”.

You continued to happily babble as he took off his shoes by the entrance and closed the door behind him before making his way to the kitchen where you stood and took a seat at the dining table. He ran a hand through his hair, tousling the spikes slightly, in a way he did when he was anxious, but you didn’t see the movement as you had you back turned, happily stirring away at a pot on the stove.

“We need to talk.” He stated.

You felt your stomach drop in anxiety, you didn’t like his tone of voice, it was curt, it was clipped, it was cold. It was unfamiliar.

“O-” your voice caught in your throat, “Okay Hun, well dinners almost ready so, like 10 more minutes and we can talk over it okay? Thats fine, right?” you asked, more trying to reassure yourself than anything else.

“Y/n,” again, the unfamiliar tone, “turn off the stone, that can wait, we need to talk now.”

You slowly released the iron grasp you didn’t know you had on the wooden spoon you held in your hand, a sizable lump growing in your throat, before you inhaled through your nose and acknowledged him.

“Okay, Katsuki.” you turned the burner off, and whipped your palms quickly down your jeans once, steeling yourself before you turned to face him, sitting at the table, which suddenly looked alien to you.

You walked stiffly towards the chair you always sat in, opposite him, and looked at his face, there was an indescribable expression on it, but it was stern, and chilly. His lips were pressed into a hard line, and his eyes had a storm of emotion in them, determination, but behind that, maybe, guilt.

You pulled the chair out and sat, dread already filling your stomach as your mind filled with 1,000 ideas as to what he had to say, though nothing could have prepared you for the words that were about to leave his mouth.

“I found someone else.”

Time slowed for you.

He continued, “and I think I love her, more than I love you, I think more than I could ever love you.”, every second felt agonizing as you processed what he had just told you, someone else? You had a million questions, and they all started falling out of your mouth, tumbling and choking you along with your tears.

“Why? Who? For how long? When did this start? Where did you meet her? What do you mean? Can’t I do anything to fix this? Why are yo-,” You were stuttering and stumbling over your words before he held up a hand to stop your onslaught of questions.

“I can’t say why, I didn’t do it to hurt you, I still care about you, I do still love you, I just,” he paused and put his head in his hands, sighing, “I love her more.”

“I can’t tell you wh-” you stood up, the sound of your chair scrapping against the wooden floor cutting him off. Fat, hot tears ran down your cheeks and you walked past him and towards the front door.

He stood up as you passed, the sharp sound of his chair on the floor abrasive in your ears, and you flinched, squinting your eyes closed.

He grabbed your arm tightly, perhaps he didn’t know his own strength, but the force was bruising. You tried once to shake him off, but he didn’t let go. “Y/n, sit back down and listen to me,” he tried to command you.

You tried again to shrug him off, and when he again refused to release you from his grasp, your voice, raspy and harsher, and in a tone, he had never heard escape from your lips, confronted him.

“Let me go Bakugo.”

His hand loosened and you were able to finally shrug your bicep out of his fisted hand.

He stood there silently watching as you made your way to the front door, shoving your feet into the first pair of shoes you saw and grabbing a jacket, before opening the door and heading out, slamming it behind you.

That is how you had found yourself, now sitting on the ground in the alleyway on the side of a convenience store, knees to your eyes as you shook silently with sobs.

You lowered your knees and again reached into your jacket pocket, pulling out the little box and lighter, deciding to try again. You brought the cigarette back up to your shaky lips and repeated the steps, click of the lighter, bring the flame in close, let the flame die, inhale. Ignore the burn in your chest, exhale.

It didn’t hurt, right?

a/n: there will not be a part two, this was lightly based on an experience that happened to me, and i won't want to write a fake future. even if his actions end up coming and biting him in the ass though, i have moved past it, as i am not going to spend my youth full of regret and rage, it doesn't hurt anyone but me. I hope all of my readers understand. <3

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i've spoken about "just the tip" denki but i haven't spoken about taking off the condom while fucking denki. (dark content)(something written late at night so there's bound to be some mistakes, i just had to get this idea out here)

denki is a sleeze, you've known that since you've met him but you can't help but be drawn to him. every time you see each other you feel like the sexual tension grows.

one night you end up underneath him after the whole evening of him staring at your breasts. your skirt is pushed up and he's practically ripped off your shirt. his clothes are gone just as quickly as yours and you watch at he runs his hand through his hair, making him look more attractive than normal. you stare at his lean body and pretty face, you gaze at his happy trail that matches the colour of his hair and the precum on his boxers where you can see how hard he is.

it makes him grin wide as he watches you looking at him. he could hardly hold it against you when he's doing the same to you, wanting to leave hickeys and bite marks all over your plush body and run his hands all over your soft body. "kaminari do you have a condom?"

he pauses for a second before saying he does. you don't catch his annoyance in his tone though. one second he's saying he has a condom and the next he's going over to his pocket and taking one out, ripping the packet open with his teeth. denki grabs your face and kisses you passionately while simultaneously entering you harshly, making you gasp in the kiss.

after a while you truly feel like this is the best sex you've ever had, his cock feels so good inside you and he's teasing you just enough to drive you crazy. he kisses all over your body and gropes your tits, making you shiver and flush. you're sweaty and cock drunk, unable to even be able to form sentences.

denki watches as your eyes roll at the back of your head and knows he has an opportunity if he acts now, the next time he moves out of you he quickly takes off the condom and throws it behind him before thrusting back into you again, he instantly groans loudly as he feels your warm wet walls wrapped around him with no barrier and his pace starts to get sloppy.

you don't notice the difference already feeling fuzzy and dumb on his cock. he watches your body jiggle and how your face scrunches up in pleasure, with your head tipped back and sweet noises coming from your mouth, filling the air. denki's holding on tightly to your love handles, definitely leaving you with bruises. a couple more thrusts and he releases his cum inside you to the hilt, shoving his cock in you as far as he can. this time you feel something and have a fleeting thought that he's came in you but ignore it because you saw him put the condom.

next thing you know he's lowering his body and leaving kissing in his wake while he fingers you before he starts eating you out. you gasp at the sudden contact, first having two fingers rubbed against your upper walls and the next having his tongue flicking your clit making your grab his hair tightly and him to moan against your pussy. he stays there for the next hour, making you orgasm multiple times. as his own cum drips out of your pussy and he slips his tongue inside of you tasting himself causing you to grab on tighter to his hair. you never realised he came inside you, disposing of the condom before you noticed.

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