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shotorozu · 3 years

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TITLE : hospital stay

PAIRING : bakugou katsuki x reader

SYNOPSIS : you’re in the hospital on your boyfriend’s birthday, and bakugou seems to have no issue with spending it in there.

WARNING(S) : MHA MANGA SPOILERS ‼️ (recent arc)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, a quirk similar to the avatar but that’s about it.

note(s) : so, it’s bakugou’s birthday. and i had this idea since march 20 😦 so i’ve been waiting for his birthday to come for literally a month but i didn’t want to post this way too early. alsooo i don’t know if this arc happened near spring but lets pretend it did for the sake of the story

When you woke up, the fluorescent lights were the first to hit your face

Following by the incoming beeping of a monitor, and the sudden throbbing of your head, the dryness of your throat evident.

Blinking slowly (or trying to, your other eye being a bit delayed.) you try recalling what just happened. You’re in a hospital, that’s one thing you know, but the specifics are still unknown to you.

Right. You remember now, you were fighting along side your classmates, and you managed to get blasted away when you thought that shielding Bakugou Katsuki would work. Yeah, you were sure that you were going to get an earful from him, if he—

You jolt when you notice said blond standing right next to your bed, vermillion eyes staring deep into your own, and somewhat— you could feel the weight and intensity in the stare

“S-since when did you get here?” You’re startled, and your voice is hoarse. Bakugou doesn’t formulate a response, and chooses to avoid the question as a whole.

“Finally you’re up.” He rolls his eyes. He looks much better than you remembered, despite having a few bandages on his forehead— he looked well. “It’s been 5 fucking days.”

“Five days?” You question out loud, your sense of time all disorganized. You clench your hand, just to see if your quirk was still working. Seeing air, fire, water, and just.. something, would relieve your worries— but a look from the blond shot you down quickly. You decided that it was wise if you didn’t try.

The blond seems to be done with the conversation, since he immediately walks out of the room. Actually, why was he here? You’d expect him to be laying down in bed, but despite being hit with that beam, he was walking around like everything was fine.

He comes back with a few other nurses, and they’re relieved to see that you’re awake— and even though they’ve bombarded you with questions with how you felt, you couldn’t brush off the feeling of a pair of ruby eyes on you.

Just, glaring. It’s nothing abnormal.

When the nurses finally leave you alone, giving you details of a few injuries— like your injured— well, burned eyelid that honestly stung (it came from the fire aspect of your quirk) you would’ve expected to be alone in your hospital room for the rest of your time there but Bakugou stayed.

“You’re going to tell me why you jumped in front of me?”

You were expecting to be questioned by him, after all— what you did didn’t exactly shield him, since he was also pierced. You didn’t expect the interrogation to be happening this soon

“Actually, don’t answer that. I don’t want to fucking know.” And he suddenly changes his mind, just like that.

You would’ve said impulse as an answer, but you doubt that he would’ve taken that seriously. And besides, you were kind of glad he changed midway that he didn’t want your answer. Your voice feels parched, despite chugging down a glass of water earlier.

“Did you check up on Deku?” You cringe when you hear cracks in your voice, and the dryness is unbearable to your throat, but he nods. “Idiot’s knocked out cold.”

He doesn’t mention the fact that you were one of the last few people that were still rendered unconscious.

“Your throat sounds like the sahara desert. Do me a favor and drink up.”

You blink owlishly at the glass of water that was set on the mini table, and when you drink up— it actually does something to relieve (temporarily) the dryness.

It was a consequence of your quirk after all, using your quirk too much would cause your body to feel sore, and everywhere to feel dry, and he knew that.

Bakugou was acting uncharacteristically, and you just don’t know why. Maybe it’s not so uncharacteristic of him, since he’s been less of an asshole as of recently, but you know that he would probably deviate from the question if you asked, so the both of you sat in silence.

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It’s the next day, the same as yesterday— except it looked like dawn when you woke up. Bakugou also appeared at the side of your bed once again, almost as if he was there for quite some time.

“Nice to see you too,” You think to yourself, and you’re glad you didn’t actually say that out loud. You try to stand up straight, but Bakugou’s quick to push your back against the pillows.

“Don’t sit up, that’s idiotic.”

“Right, sorry. How did you get here? Isn’t it too early?” The parched throat came back. Though the ‘magical’ baku-water helped, it’s effects were only temporarily, sadly.

“You call 7am early?” Right, because for him— 7am isn’t that early, you even remember seeing him up at 6 sometimes.

“Actually, wait.” You blink, trying to recall what day it was, and what month it was. You recalled it being spring but.. was it March? or was it April already?

“What.. day is it today?”

It was almost like he was hesitant to say, “..April 20.”

“What the— April 20?” You’re appalled, because the last time you remembered, it wasn’t anywhere near April 20, but maybe it’s your 5 day unconsciousness to be blamed. “Isn’t it your birthday?”

“Shut up,” He mumbles, and he shifts around the room in search of something, but it’s too dim to be able to tell.

“Medicine. The nurses said you should take it now.”

You don’t reply.

“It’s for your Sahara desert throat. The other things are for your fucked up eye and injuries.”

That seems to be enough to convince you to take the medicine, and despite wanting to run away screaming from the bitterness, you take the medicine— not wanting to be met with any consequences

“Why are you spending your birthday here?”

“Do idiots like you ask that many questions?” He shoots back, and you’re unfazed by the fact that he just called you an idiot. You wouldn’t blame him.

“No but.. you seem fine.”

“A few days ago I was not, but now I am because I took medicine.” He walks over to untwist a few medicine caps, it appears to be for your eye.

“So, Does my eye look fine?” You bat your eyelashes just to mess with him, and he flicks your forehead with an ointment cap “No.”

“Sorry, sorry,” You laugh, choosing to completely ignore the sudden sharp pain when you laugh.

He bends down to reach eyelevel, “Can you see?”

“Sorta.” Your eye has this thin blur filter to it, that can’t be good— can it? Going blind in one eye, and having to wear an eye patch.

It was almost on cue, because Bakugou says “You’ll be rocking the pirate look if you don’t take your medicine,” Instead of handing the medicine for you to apply, he quickly applies a decent amount around your eyes— not giving you a warning whatsoever.

You wince slightly, but you’re glad it’s over. But why is he playing nurse with you? And why was he brushing off the fact that it’s literally his birthday.

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Through out the entire day, Bakugou continued to act as if he had some responsibility over you. From helping you put on your medicine, to just monitoring you with eyes of a hawk. The fact that he chose to ignore all your protests was just a part of him.

His behavior was also very.. interesting. It would swing from being his usual self, to being this eerily quiet and calm Bakugou. You would’ve guessed that you were having a fever dream, if it weren’t for the fact that he wore his usual scowl on his face.

What remained consistent, despite it all— was that he stayed. He ate lunch in your room. He only left when the doctors and nurses asked him too, but that was only temporary. He stayed with you the entire day, even when the clock stroke 5pm.

But it’s quite literally his birthday? Why would he spend it in a hospital room with some extra? Or idiot? Let alone, why would he take care of said idiot/extra on his birthday? You don’t know because he refuses to tell you on why he spent it here.

“Did you at least get some cake or something?” You ask for the umpteenth time, Bakugou’s paced back and forth for some medicine bottles and bottles of water, and you could tell that he was scowling, despite the fact that he was facing the other direction, “Why the hell would I want cake? You’ve been asking weird shit all day.”

“Because it’s your birthday? Seriously— have you been brainwashed into thinking that it’s not your birthday?”

“What— fuck no. I haven’t been brainwashed.” He turns over to you, “I know today is my birthday.”

“Okay, so you know. Why aren’t you celebrating then? Did people forget? Or am I finally going insane?”

Bakugou chooses to stay silent. He stands up, and walks over to you— everytime he moves closer, you could feel your heart pound, luckily not at a dangerous rate.

“Birthday, birthday, birthday” He grumbles, quiet, but loud enough for you to hear. “That’s all you’ve been talking about. As if like you weren’t the one in the hospital bed as we speak.”

“Okay, is it wrong to remember your birthday?”

“Shut up, I didn’t say that.” He gets closer once again, almost to the point that your faces weren’t that far away.

“You’ve just been so concerned about my damn birthday, that you haven’t even taken a good look at yourself,” He gestures at you, by looking you up and down

You finally take observation of all of the gauzes, the IV tubes, and bandages, his words forcing you to look at what was reality.

“I don’t know why you did what you did, jumping in front of me like some kind of heroic bastard, it’s dumb. For all I know, I should be screaming at you, and wishing you the worst for that.” He clenches his fist when he recalls, the scene replaying in his head

“But what I am saying is that, you can give me a gift if you’re so fucking concerned about my birthday. It’s the least you can do.” His statement is solid enough for you to take him seriously. You wouldn’t have if he was scowling, but it’s quite.. different. An expression you’ve seen all day, but seeing it up close is a different story.

“And that would be..?” You gulp, anticipation bubbles

And just like that, he presses his lips against yours, the warmth of his lips sending shocks of warmth all around your body— the impact was abrupt, but the kiss as a whole was surprisingly gentle

Yet, it was also similar to his quirk, it sparked up spurs of need and sent goosebumps all over your body.

You place a hand on his shoulder, the tubes around your arms making it too difficult to wrap your arms around him as you deepened the kiss, Bakugou’s touch is cautious when he lays his hand on a spot that was the least affected, aware of your injuries. Pushing the small of your back with his hand quite gently, he kisses you like it’ll be the very last— even though you both know it won’t be.

When you both pull back, you’re taken aback— unable to think of coherent words, and a proper response.

But this damn bastard, he smirks at you knowing that he just sent shocks and explosions of intense feelings all around your body, your lips still tingling from the kiss.

“Wait, that’s unfair!”

“What?”

“I had no idea you even liked me!”

“For the fucking longest time I did, why the hell would I even be in some extras room, if I didn’t care about them?!” He tries not to yell too loudly but, the tone of his voice gets raised

You blink, “And you preferred playing nurse with your crush this entire time, instead of spending it properly like well.. everyone else?”

“Who the hell said— Fucking hell, do I have to kiss you again for you to understand?”

“Enlighten me,” Your mouth quirks up into a smile, which ultimately causes his cheeks to be set ablaze.

“Playing fucking nurse with you isn’t horrible. It’s one way to spend my birthday, even when you give me shit about it” His brows press together, trying to drown out his flustered expressions with a scowl, “There’ll be more birthdays to come, so why would I be ‘wasting’ it here? There, that’s it. You happy now?”

Silence.

“..More than happy. But don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about your thing for playing nur—”

“Don’t you fucking finish that thought,” He says stern. “I’m going to get the nurses to check on you, and then— I’ll go home and come back again, tomorrow.”

He storms off, and when the blond is sure that he’s not in your line of vision anymore— he slumps against the wall

“Fucking hell, they’re driving me crazy.” He mumbles, recalling what he had pulled off earlier.

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bakudekusupremacy · 3 years

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Deku is allergic to dogs. But he thinks they’re adorable, but he can’t go next to them cause he’ll probably choke over and die. In being allergic to dogs whenever Bakugou is upset with him he’ll take pictures with dogs and post them on his pro hero account. Anyone else would think it promo for some sort of animal shelter, which it could double as, but anyone who knows them know he’s doing it to be a little shit.

He also gets him a dog themed gag gift every year for his birthday. Happy birthday Deku🎉🥳🎊🎂‼️

#deku headcanons #bkdk #katsudeku #bakudeu #bakugou katsuki #my hero academia

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dienamights · 2 years

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HOW DARE YOU NOT TELL ME IT WAS YOUR BDAY???? I COULDVE BEEN SENDING BAKUGOU DREAMS YOUR WAY?????? happy birthday!!!!!! love u!!!!! 💕💕💕

LMAOOOWHDXKHSNWSK IM SORRY???826:&229.)3@😭😭😭 ITS OKAY ITS NIGHTTIME NOW GOTTA FILL MY BRAIN UP W HIM😔😔😔‼️

Thank you bby i love you so muchhhh🥺💗💗💗💗💗💗

#[ 🍯 ]—soulmate hanny #sobbing ur too cute #[ 📬 ]—another one

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k-atsukidayo · 3 years

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HELLO I WOULD VERY MUCH LIKE TO BE TAGGED IN UR BAKUGOU BIRTHDAY FIC THING ‼️,,,, the bakubrainrot has recently taken over me again 😬 and honestly ur fic looks pretty cool already👀 so um 👉👈 pls tag me ..

HELLO MY DEAR!! yes of course i would be happy to omg 🥺💖 you’re the cutest!!

#tell me about the stars ; fey inbox 💌#serowotonin #the baku brainrot never ends please #he has me by the neck 🤧

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iyzyvv · 3 years

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happy birthday bakugou ‼️ and also happy 1,347 year anniversary 😍💯 luv u babe

#katsuki bakugou #٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*｡#ଘ(੭´ ꒫`)੭

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shotorozu · 2 years

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won’t turn

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character(s): bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, midoriya izuku (bnha)

PART TWO — PART THREE

legend: [Y/N = YOUR NAME, L/N = LAST NAME] you/your pronouns and they/them pronouns, quirk’s not mentioned, (quirks still exist)

scenario type: angst-ish with a happy ending, a drop of humor in katsuki and shouto’s (x reader)

content warning: mentions of blood and death, because y’know.. zombies and zombie bites, swearing, everyone kinda beefs with bakugou because he’s thinking of the group’s safety, and bakugou’s thinking of Y/N’s who is bitten in his scenario lmao.

note(s): zombie apocalypse au— in which you get bit and your crush is heavily convinced that you won’t turn 😻 i fused the happiness and all of us are dead zombie virus together. basically, “zombies but not really zombies” exist here, and the zombies act like the AOUAD zombies, but they can be cured 🤩 it’s just gonna take a long ass time… oh, and class 1-A got split into two 💀 and they also mixed with class 1-B

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bakugou katsuki

bakugou examines your hand again, red irises scanning over the teeth marks imprinted onto the flesh of your hand, while crimson slowly leaked from the bite mark.

bakugou clicks his tongue.

his vibrant red haired friend eyes him antsy, and approaches him in a slow and cautious manner, like his friend would run off at the slightest creak of the floor. he puts his hand on his shoulder, “bakugou—”

“no.” the emphasis on the word causes his friend to pause, and the blond takes this as an opening to shove his hand off, “whatever’s you’re gonna say is probably fucking bullshit.”

“bakugou, this is really hard to say but they—”

“no they won’t.” he cuts his friend off, before he could even finish his sentence. he didn’t have to, for bakugou to immediately recognize what he was about to say.

“i mean, i p—probably will,” you say with a wince, staring down at your wound anxiously. your hand throbs with pain.

you then look at the floor, not wanting to meet the eyes of your classmates and friends— who are very cautious of your presence as a whole. “everyone who’s gotten bit turned.”

you ruefully recall the sight of a business course student twitching and writhing, limbs making loud cracking noises, and groaning so hoarsely— before morphing into a completely new being seconds later.

you let out a shaky sigh, making a move to walk towards the locked door. maybe if you’re quick enough, you could slip out of the room without letting a single zombie in. “i’m not safe, bakugou. i could hurt, maybe even infect other people when i turn—”

“stop saying that— stop saying that load of crap!” you hear a few loud footsteps before a warm hand harshly jerks you back, and away from the door, “then tell me, why do you look fine? why do you not look like shit?”

you laugh humorlessly, unable to find it in yourself to even look at him— not even his shoes, or spiky blond hair. “i’m honestly flattered that you think my appearance looks fine despite the world’s conditions.”

“don’t give me that shit, and just answer the question.” his eyes narrow into a glare, his hand still gripping your wrist firmly. he secretly took note to grab at your opposing wrist— the wrist that didn’t have the bitten hand attached to it.

“some people turn in seconds, and some turn in minutes. if they’re lucky, they’ll turn in hours.” tokoyami notes from the sidelines. you silently thank him for answering in your place— because honestly? you don’t know why you haven’t turned yet.

“but they’re still going to turn,” monoma cuts in, “and we can either force them out, or they leave by themselves—”

bakugou frees your wrist, and suddenly— everyone can hear the pop of bakugou’s palms, the smell of nitroglycerin. you think it’ll be the last time you’ll get a smell of it.

“monoma!” kirishima chastised, before holding bakugou back with an arm, as he anticipated his friend’s lunge at the 1-B student.

the red head— and practically everyone who knows you was growing agitated, whatever attitude monoma had against class 1-A was everything but acknowledged, yet his words did everything to be ingrained in his peers’ minds.

midoriya, his green haired friend, decides it’s time to insert himself into the conversation. he approaches his childhood friend quickly, but ultimately brings up the topic cautiously— in a manner that’s similar to kirishima’s prior caution.

“kacchan,” midoriya starts, “i— we don’t want to do that, we don’t want to do anything to L/N, and we’re not giving up on them. they’re our friend but just, just make some distance.”

“we’re not going to.. kill them either,” todoroki adds on, “if that’s what you think. i don’t think anyone wants to do that to someone.”

bakugou said nothing, which was a lot worse than him screaming at everyone in the room— so loud, everyone would hear him and his echo for days.

bakugou pushed you behind him, his sharp eyes still staring ahead of him. he thinks to himself of how hypocritical he’s being right now, and at the very end— his previous behavior was coming back to haunt him.

it would be karma, if it was him in your shoes, but it’s not.

“katsuki, stop it.” he doesn’t have enough time to let the use of his first name sink in fully, and with enough force, you break free from his grasp. “look,” you look down at your hand, which is starting to twitch oddly. it feels strange. you’ve had a handful of injuries, ever since you came to UA, but you haven’t felt anything like this before.

you try not to cringe at the sound of cracking bones coming from only yourself, and yourself alone.

his expression falls at the sight, and maybe even his heart too. it feels like it dropped to the lowest pit of his stomach, yet for some reason— he can feel a twinge of pain residing in his chest.

“you can’t fucking be serious right now.”

“i’m sorry,” you say, and it feels like you’re completely giving up to the virus, “i tried. i’ll— i’ll see you guys again, when a cure is made— what? that sounds so corny, ew.”

bakugou only laughs bitterly.

your hand doesn’t stop twitching, and suddenly— it feels like your vision’s turned into a tunnel, the sides of you turning blurry, and the center going oddly sharp— you see a film of red.

you close your eyes to focus on breathing, your surroundings suddenly going quiet, and your body feeling strange— strange, but calm.

a second passes, and then another.

you take another breath. your mouth’s starting to water, and you suddenly feel hungry.

—and then you don’t turn.

you open your eyes, and you realized that the twitch of your hands came to a full stop, the hunger from within you mellowing down. you look at your friends— confusion, and.. relief? written all over their faces, “it just.. stopped? i don’t know what happened. did i just get edged?”

you hear a few footsteps, before the same hand— the same, warm hand as earlier, takes a hold of your wrist.

katsuki laughs, “i told you you weren’t going t’ turn. should’ve listened.”

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todoroki shouto

not wanting to think of the inevitable zoom that is turning into a zombie, you lift your leg to examine the teeth marks laid decorating your skin.

to not your surprise, it hasn’t gotten better, but to your surprise— it hasn’t gotten worse. you don’t know what to think of this, and you’re unsure of how the others take this as.

blood continues to leak out of the mark, and the edge of your sock starts to soak in it. you turn your head away to grimace, your expression crinkled with pure dismay.

this doesn’t seem to fly under the radar, and before you can think of the situation’s severity even more, shouto calls out to you— the smoothness of his deep voice relaxing you, even if it’s only slightly.

“does it still hurt?” your gaze meets the eyes of shouto— your classmate, close friend and crush.

(you wonder if you’ll ever get the chance to tell him everything you want.)

“no, no that much anymore.” you deny, but your tone betrays you. shouto seems to recognize your pain, even before you can properly inform him of it.

without a single warning, shouto gets in front of you, and kneels. with his left, he grabs ahold of your hand to place it atop his head, and with his right, he examines your calve with attention. you try not to think of the coolness radiating from his touch.

“you should tell me when it hurts.”

you don’t give a verbal answer to that. what would be the point of that, again? pain or not.. you’ll turn into a zombie either way, won’t you?

you can feel another pair of eyes on the two of you. then, in a second— bakugou’s rushing over in your direction, palms popping with explosions— the smell of nitroglycerin invading your senses.

you feel a cool, but gentle brisk along the hand that’s resting on top of shouto’s head, and you suddenly see someone step in front of you. that someone, who you’ve quickly come to realize is shouto himself.

“back off.” he says so sharply— so coldly, you can actually feel the room’s temperature drop by just a tiny bit. you’re sincerely glad that you’re not at the receiving end of his words, “they’re not one of them.”

“t—todoroki! they need to go!” mineta fearfully calls out, tiny body trembling in place. “they’re.. they’re… y’know!—”

“i can see that.”

“so what then, icyhot? you know wh—”

“i know what could happen, but it’s not going to happen. they’re not going to turn—”

“i’m still fucking talking, asshole. you know exactly what’s going to happen! everyone who’s gotten bitten, grazed, and even had blood splattered in their fucking eyes turned into one of them,”

bakugou’s palms crack with mini explosions, and despite that— shouto stays firmly in place, and in front of you. “so tell me, fucking asshat. what are the chances of them not turning into a fuckin’ zombie? oh right, zero!”

bakugou then makes a move to grab at you, but todoroki’s the first to stop him— with a harsh grab at the collar “don’t touch them.”

your friends around you make sounds of disapproval, and they all make a point to quickly take a few steps forward— as much as their caution allows them to do.

bakugou spat back, his temperament now spiraling out of control “literally screw you, you idiotic piece of turd, you’re—”

“okay, now that’s just absurd,” you remark loudly, enough to make the room go quiet. “todoroki, everyone’s just scared. even the ones that don’t say anything about it.”

bakugou opens his mouth, but you’re quicker to cut in, “you’re not scared? well fine! you’re cautious, that’s one thing for sure. but everyone’s worried about the safety of themselves, and their group— and i don’t blame them one bit! turning into one of them,” you take a look at the actively scratching, and rabid zombies, “doesn’t look appealing, at all.”

todoroki then takes your hand into his own, intertwining his slightly cool fingers with yours, and pushes you to his side. he starts to takes a few steps back— and it doesn’t take long before the two of you are pressed against the pane of the window.

opening the window, you look at todoroki— who’s now slowly shaking his head, like he can tell what you’re about to do. the implications of your actions making things look obvious, but todoroki doesn’t dare to accept.

“todoroki, i hope you know..”

you gulp, trying to push down the growing lump in your throat. “i hope you know that you’re the prettiest person i’ve ever seen. so, d—don’t you dare think otherwise. i’ll literally bite your ass if i hear about it as a zombie. i swear i will. so… don’t, if you wanna stay safe.”

todoroki goes quiet, and you just wished he laughed. “p—please laugh. don’t leave me hanging.”

todoroki gives you a small, sad smile. it doesn’t feel as satisfying as you thought it would be— being one of the few people to make him smile.

he says your name in a hushed tone, like the sound’s reserved for your ears only. “you’re going to be fine, you’re going to be okay.”

you don’t say anything to that.

it happens like a slow rise of the sun. your fingers start twitching next— and you try and make an effort to push shouto away from you. he doesn’t budge.

you feel yourself twitch again. you can hear the sudden crack of your fingers. strangely enough, nothing’s too painful anymore, and the room so quiet— you can almost hear your ears ring.

you turn your head away, knowing how odd this might look. you can feel something foreign build from within, and you can even hear voices that you’re sure aren’t there— telling you to eat.

you close your eyes, just about ready to fling yourself out the window.

you feel todoroki’s firm grip first, as he gently caresses the back of your hand.

you open your eyes, and you suddenly have the urge to bite someone— bite todoroki. you’re about to pull todoroki even closer to you, almost ignoring the exclaims of your friends, and the sound of several people rushing over to todoroki’s defense.

almost.

you resist last second, and try to push him away, but shouto pulls you into his arms, and turns his back away— essentially, shielding you from whatever.

you pant, not understanding what just happened, and why you didn’t turn.

but your confusion is pushed to the side in a second, when your gaze locks with shouto’s bi-colored eyes— which are swarmed with relief, you’d hope. (it is what you hope)

“you’re okay, you’re okay.”

and this time, you might just believe him.

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midoriya izuku

you feel weight being shoved off of you, and before you come to register it— you see a flash of green lightning, and then midoriya, who is slightly out of breath, and classically worried.

his evergreen eyes scan all over your face, and then everywhere else, in search of anything that indicated you being hurt.

you feel your stomach being tickled with nervousness. it feels like you’re shrinking under his stare— which, was something you never felt with him in particular.

he seems to realize what happened before you even inform him, his eyes going wide at the sight of imbedded teeth marks along the skin, and flesh of your shoulder.

it’s really like something in him cracked, and then bursted into millions of pieces all at once, ever so quickly.

he lets out a tiny whimper, and he falls to his knees seconds later. he looks at you with big, rounded, and glassy eyes.

you can see crystalline droplets rimming the corners of his eyes, and you can feel your heart clench. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry,” you don’t know why, but he’s apologizing— apologizing over and over again, like he’s the one that did this to you.

of course, he didn’t do this to you— how could he, really? but again, it’s midoriya izuku, your selfless and sweet classmate that you ever so adore, that just can’t seem to not blame himself during situations such as this.

“why are you apologizing?” you try to ask as nonchalantly as possible— but it comes out as weak. you stare

midoriya’s now reaching for something in his pocket, the flow of his tears not stopping. “i’m.. sorry for b—being so emotional, i’m not usually like this anymore, i swear. and i’m sorry for apologizing for being sorry—”

“midoriya!” you call out, interrupting his word ramble. he goes quiet— in favor of hearing what you have to say, instead of hearing his own rambling. “i told you to not apologize for stuff like that. you’re okay. you’re fine. got that?”

there’s a sniffle, and then midoriya’s nodding. “you’re okay, you’re okay too. i’m— i’m here, i’ll be here.” he whispers, while he wipes some blood off of your cheek with his thumb.

he isn’t sure if he’s telling you that, or himself.

before midoriya can help you up himself, kirishima runs over to you, and helps you up to your feet.

kirishima gives you a toothy smile, “are you alright, L/N?” he then registers midoriya’s tear stricken face. there wasn’t enough time for him to turn his face away, or even brush his question off casually.

“wait— midoriya, why are you crying?” there’s a pause, when his smile falls, and his eyes widen with realization— you’d figure. his sight is fixated on your shoulder, “midoriya, they.. look!”

“i— i know, kirishima.” midoriya sniffles, wiping his tear streaked face with the inside of his left sleeve, which is surprisingly spotless in comparison to the cuffs of his pants, and his right sleeve.

kirishima, and sero help him up to his feet as well, “dude.. i— i don’t know what to say.” sero says, disbelieving. they both look at you, corners of his mouth tilting downwards into a frown.

you hope you’re not being pitied, but even if you were, you wouldn’t be mad at him. considering how almost everyone in the room has seen what the virus could do to someone in just a few seconds, minutes and if you were lucky enough— days.

bakugou, seeing the ruckus, and hearing bits of the conversation without much context— trudges in your direction. his eyes narrow in a glare, trying to analyze what’s even going on there.

it’s quick, but with sharp and attentive eyes, bakugou sees the topic of the ruckus.

“deku.”

“kacchan,” midoriya starts, “i know what you’re thinking, but don’t. don’t say it.”

the blond only shakes his head. bakugou places his hand on the shorter’s shoulder, and he pulls his green haired friend away from you— with caution, like you’re somebody, something that’s going to hurt him.

“deku.” bakugou tries again, “you need to back off— they can turn any moment now.”

midoriya sees red for a second.

he brushes his friend’s hand off— forcefully. it’s something he hasn’t exactly done before. at least, in a situation that actively posed a danger to him, and other people.

his voice comes out a lot more serious than expected, and you’re so caught off guard— you almost forget about the deep bite mark on your shoulder, which is now leaking with crimson. “i told you ‘don’t’, kacchan. they’re not one of them, and they won’t be one of them, so don’t— don’t you dare say that.”

bakugou stares in disbelief. he starts to laugh, unbelieving of what just happened in front of him. “i can’t believe you.”

midoriya only stares in question, breath now growing ragged with frustration, and disbelief of his own.

“out of all the years i’ve fuckin’ known you, i have yet to get a reaction outta you like this one.”

he takes a step closer. this is starting to alarm surrounding friends— for multiple different reasons, one of them being the group of sound sensitive zombies, that have pits for stomachs, and everlasting appetites.

“bakugou, calm down—” todoroki says, in an attempt of intervention, but it’s proven unsuccessful

“stay the fuck out of this,” he heatedly warns, with his attention being all on the green haired hero-to-be, “you know what happens when you get bit, especially with a bite mark like that,” he makes an emphasis, by looking back at you.

you feel your friends’ eyes on you. you only look down— eyes finding interest in the floor.

(your attention snaps to the sudden twitch of your fingers. a feeling of doom settles in your stomach.)

“i thought you were fucking smart, deku. say whatever you fucking want, and sorry to break it to you, but you aren’t acting like yourself, believe it or not—”

“i know!” midoriya exclaims, those crystalline tears forming in his eyes once more.

he back away from the blond— moving away to stand closely in front of you in a protective stance. “i know— i know what could happen, but— i don’t want to think of it, so let me be!”

(midoriya remembers why he considered himself to be unlucky at some point in his life.)

“is it wrong? is it wrong for me to not?” midoriya practically weeps— weeps for you, and everything that’s gone horribly wrong, “you can say whatever too, kacchan— but they, they were one of the first people to believe in me.”

you feel a pang in your heart.

“is it wrong for me to believe in them too? believe that they’re strong enough, and won’t turn into one of them?”

and almost instantly, bakugou’s expression softens— even if it’s just by a small percentage.

“look,” bakugou starts, “i’m— i’m sorry,” he apologizes soft toned, and midoriya has to blink a few times to register it. he’s been apologizing a lot more, lately— at least more than the past, but that doesn’t mean he fully anticipated it, nor does he know what to do.

but in a second, his tone snaps back to normal. “i honestly don’t really care whatever the fuck’s going between you two,” he does— if it would tell him why midoriya “deku” izuku’s acting like this, “but i’m.. sure you know what happens.”

“and none of us get a kick out of well, kicking out people.” bakugou pauses for a second, staring at the two of you standing so closely together.

“but you know what’s gotta happen.”

“i do— just,” midoriya sniffles, getting even closer to you. he then takes your hand in his— scars and callouses comforting against your skin. “don’t— don’t touch them.”

having had your moment of silence, you pull midoriya along with you, ignoring the slight twitch of your finger. you’ve been staring at it for enough.

you stand in front of the window, “midoriya.”

“you gotta push me out of this window when i turn, okay?” you feel his grip your hand a little tighter. you just wish it wouldn’t be the last time you held his hand— even if he fussed about his callouses, or grew red, and heated at sudden movements. “just think of it as a training exercise. you throw classmates out of windows all the time.”

midoriya shakes his head, “stop. don’t say things like that.”

you can hear bones crack, and your sight going.. different.

“you won’t turn,”

you can feel your own heart beat slowing down, and it feels like everything’s gone deaf on your words.

yet for some reason, you can make out what midoriya’s saying— maybe it’s because you’re affixed on his lips for some reason you hope isn’t related to your bite.

“you can do it. you won’t turn, you won’t.”

you smell something delicious, and you close your eyes— feeling your shoulder twitch oddly.

you straighten your back, in retaliation to that odd twitch— preparing yourself to give midoriya a head start, and push yourself just half way out of the window.

but, you can’t do it.

you can’t do it— because you don’t turn.

you stare at everyone, suddenly feeling weird, confused— even a little awkward, as you didn’t turn into a zombie for reasons nobody knows.

then, you hear sighs of relief— and you feel tears soak into the fabric of your bloodied blazer.

you find the source of said tears, and you find yourself staring in surprise— as izuku cries, sobs, and gasps in relief. (you’d sincerely hope that was the case, and you weren’t just scaring the poor dude.)

“thank— thank goodness.”

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shotorozu · 3 years

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style.

TITLE : STYLE

(BASED OFF “STYLE” BY TAYLOR SWIFT)

(mainly dedicated to @mps427 ‘s friend, maya since it’s a birthday fic)

PAIRING(S) : bakugou katsuki x reader

SYNOPSIS : since when did bakugou look so dreamy in a white t-shirt? nevermind that, your feelings are sent into a whirlwind. i mean.. don’t you ‘hate’ him?

WARNING(S) : third year au! since like,, driving. lyrics might be all over the place, bakugou gets a girlfriend to make maya/reader jealous. bickering. a crack-ish ending. a mess, essentially.

note(s) : uhh i know this has been sent to me on the first, and truth is— i have been working on it, i promise. it’s just that, the prompt has been revised MANY MANY times so like 💀 sorry for the long wait!

ITALICS WITH — — IS A SONG LYRIC (lol) not exactly a ‘song fic’ since it MIGHT be out of order regarding lyric placements. but like,, contains lyrics from “style”

— midnight, you come and pick me up, no headlights —

the sound of your phone going off cuts into the silence of the night, reverberating through your room. you roll over to sloppily look for your phone with your hand, eyes squinting.

who the hell is texting me at this hour? you don’t even have to look at the clock to know that it’s midnight. after all, you only decided to go to bed an hour ago. you can blame that on school work, but your grades could thank you later.

your eyes scan over your phone screen, and you have to quickly make a double check with the sender. it really can’t be who you think it is, right?

it is, oops.

several text messages have been sent over the last few minutes— by bakugou katsuki. the same dude that’s been tormenting you since your first year in UA.

“hey.” “come outside.” “now.”“your ass can’t be that deep into sleep.” “just meet me outside when you see this.” “i know you will anyway.”

he hates you, and you hate him. what could he possibly need from you— especially during midnight? normally, he’d be asleep. so, this was definitely a shocker.

on top of that, he’s already dating someone else. can’t they just sneak them out?

either way, the texts he sent are all of the same caliber, but those messages in particular stand out to you the most. you wipe the sleepiness away from your eyes, immediately stepping out from the comfiness of your bed, mindful of the creakiness that could be there.

“what do i wear?” you text back, and he immediately replies with a cryptic “anything.”

that seems to convince you enough miraculously, so you slide on some socks— holding a pair of shoes for your outdoor wear later.

when you quietly pad through the dormitory halls, and make an exit— you see a car, a familiar car parked near a tree, hidden away from the main view of the dormitory.

and there he is. you can see bakugou sitting in the driver’s seat of his car, headlights switched off. when he spots you, he steps out— vermillion eyes meeting your own.

you’re rendered motionless, when your eyes land on the familiar white t-shirt under the jacket he brought for himself.

“come here.” he says that in such a calm matter, it’s almost eerie. despite that, you follow him anyway— opening the passenger’s seat.

it’s silent for a few seconds, as the both of you buckle your seatbelts. the blond immediately starts driving— which gives you enough time to think about something, just something to break the tension.

— long drive, could end up in burning flames, or paradise.—

— fade into view, oh.—

“are you gonna kill me in the woods or something? the police would search for you first, y’know.” he doesn’t tear his eyes from the road, but by the tell of his expression, your question is heard.

he rolls his eyes, but his lips still break into a small smirk. one that makes you want to wipe it clean from his face “just wanted to kill some time.”

there’s a lot left unanswered, but you’ll settle with that for now.

a handful of the drive is spent in a deafening silence. bakugou’s focusing on driving, meanwhile you’re focusing on keeping your eyes peeled right open. not wanting to sleep in bakugou’s car, out of all places.

your attention is brought back, when bakugou drives into the forest, he parks the car near a cliff-like place. you can’t exactly tell— it’s quite dark. even with that knowledge, or lack thereof it’s nowhere near dangerous territory. rather, it’s a pretty outlook of the city lights.

it’s a place someone would take their lover to, definitely.

the two of you sit in silence (again) and there’s a part of you that just doesn’t want to ask, or pry on why he took you— out of all people, here.

but you do anyway. “mind telling me why you woke me up, and took me over here?”

he knows what you’re thinking, but he doesn’t feel like talking about it right now— the elephant in the room, the unwritten/spoken topic at hand.

—it’s been a while since i’ve have even heard from you.—

is what he wants to say, but it comes out slightly more altered. “i haven’t heard from your ass in forever.”

— and i should tell you to leave ‘cause i, know exactly where it leads ‘cause i, watch it go round and round each time —

you simply shrug. you speak with your tone hushed “yeah. i wonder why.”

“damn, baku!” you hear kaminari whistle “look at you! what’s with the attire?”

despite all the hatred you claim to have with bakugou, you can’t deny the fact that seeing him in a white t-shirt is new, almost refreshing. it’s earlier that day, if you were any drowsier that morning, you would’ve collapsed down the stairs in shock— probably giving you a concussion.

“oh, so i can’t wear my fucking shirts?” while the blond smoothes a wrinkle that bothered him a bit too much, bakugou rolls his eyes. specifically at the fuss kaminari’s making over his shirt.

kirishima shakes his head “it’s not that you can’t but— we never, ever see you wearing a white t-shirt.”

he only clicks his tongue in reply, and you finally tear your eyes away. even though you did steer your eyes away from him, you can still hear their conversation.

“this is for kohana-san, isn’t it? she does babble a lot about you wearing a white shirt.” it’s the first time you’ve heard her name, and you’re unsure if you’ll remember it. not that it really matters. “you gonna take her out for something special, aren’t you?”

— you got that long hair slick back, white t-shirt. —

you don’t mean to eavesdrop, honest. so you choose to engage with your other classmates— friends.

“what do you think about bakugou’s shirt?” mina asks, and you don’t know if it’s solely for gossip, or if it’s because she knows you don’t actually ‘hate’ bakugou as much as you claimed.

“it’s refreshing, don’t you think? it kinda matches with his hair!” hagakure comments, and jirou winces slightly, “i don’t think his hair changed a lot, it’s just kinda longer.”

and she’s right, but it does make a difference. “it looks tacky, almost clowny.” you comment, and your friends snicker in reply— they knew you were going to say that.

but on the contrary, you didn’t mean a single syllable of that.

“hm, i see why you’d think that. we only ever see him wearing black shirts. so it’s a given that we aren’t used to his attire.” yaoyorozu comments, before she shifts her attention onto a different topic— one that’s not talking about bakugou’s clothes.

your eyes momentarily shift back to bakugou’s circle, the explosive quirk user’s currently de-attached from whatever’s being discussed to him, but you freeze— noticing his intense carmine stare.

“haven’f you had enough of the outside world?” you speak after an eternity, despite 15 minutes only passing. “drive me back.”

you wouldn’t have been so adamant to the idea of being brought out here, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s taken, and that you hate his guts, for some reason or another.

“didn’t peg you as a nature hater,” bakugou comments, “you didn’t even give me a chance to talk.”

“i gave you like, 15 minutes!” you argue, but he successfully silences you when he inches closer— allowing you to take a look at his ruby irises.

— you got that james dean daydream look in your eye —

“i mean, in general.” you don’t know what kind of glint is in his stare right now, but it’s intense. you’d be an awful liar, if you said his stare didn’t captivate you. he continues, “avoiding me like the plague. am i that unbearable?”

“and what if i said yes? actually— why does it even matter? hasn’t it always been that way?”

your tone makes bakugou let out a harsh exhale. he quickly reaches over you to buckle your seatbelt— before swiftly moving back to the steering wheel. “so that got you to take me home?”

“we’re not done yet.” he states, as he precisely moves his car backward— not wanting to drive his car over the edge.

you avert your gaze. you want to be the better one, and maintain eye contact as an act of power. as if you were unbothered. but you can curse him and his sharp eyes.

but you can still feel his eyes on you, like you were the only person left on earth.

— so it goes, he can’t keep his eyes on the wild road —

he really can’t, and it’s driving you nuts. at this rate, you guys were going to crash. “okay, i change my mind, pull over! you’re gonna kill us both at this rate.”

and he obliges, pulling over— on the side of the pathway. he clicks his tongue, similarly to what he did in the morning, and bakugou shrugs his jacket off.

so you were going to talk about it. “i’ve heard that you’ve been out and about with some other girl.”

the topic causes him to look back at you, eyes narrowed into slits— and he moves a bit closer to listen to what you have to say. bakugou can’t figure it out but your tone sounds,, different. there’s a chance it might be his imagination though.

“kohana.. koharu.. ko-something. her name was something like that, yeah.”

to him, her name was like nails on a chalkboard. constantly reminding him of endless conversations about irrelevant topics, the shrill of her voice when she latches onto his arm with a death grip. it doesn’t sound any kinder than his experiences with you.

he says, “what you’ve heard is true but i,” bakugou moves even closer, almost caging you in with his arm

— i can’t stop thinking about you —

is what he wants to say, but it obviously comes out filtered differently. “i— maya / Y/N, you’re always on my fucking mind. it’s driving me nuts.”

you grin, harshly tug him closer as a retort— feigning annoyance to the best of your abilities. you do seem to get a kick out of bakugou telling you the truth.

— i’ve been there too a few times. —

and similar to him, your version of those words come out differently. “same. it’s a pain, don’t you agree?”

he grins, nearly cocky, “why don’t you fix it?”

with that, both of your lips crash together— the impact exceeding your expectations. it feels like a million firecrackers are setting off in your heart, which is fitting with his quirk. his lips fit with yours like they were just meant to be there.

— and when we go crashing down, we come back each every time —

you pull back, and you stare at him. the apples of your cheeks are heated, and the man in front of you is responsible. “you’re so stupid.” he teases, flicking your forehead.

you glare at him, but you’re unable to resist a lovestruck smile— nor can you get mad at him. “i think you’re the stupid one. first of all, you drove me all the way over HERE, instead of telling me what you needed to say like from the getgo. i mean, good grief! i thought i was gonna get murdered out here!”

bakugou listens to you rant, and he can’t seem to conceal his amusement, “i mean— why were you even with her? oh my GOD, does that make me a homewrecker?”

“you’re worried about the wrong thing.” he states, “did you like the shirt?”

— ‘cause we never go out of style —

“why would the shirt matter?”

“because i wore it for you.”

“of course i fucking did! now answer my question,” and you would’ve punched the grin off his face, if it weren’t for the fact that you just kissed him.

“tch. i knew you had this shitty act on. you’re not fooling me.” he rolls his eyes, and his hands move back to the steering wheel.

“we’ll talk about it later.” he looks over at you one last time, tracing a thumb over your temples. “i broke up with her hours ago. now stop worrying about it.”

silence, momentarily. “you did what?”

— we never go out of style —

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shotorozu · 3 years

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BABE , i saw a hc ( i think it was urs) where the boys’s s/o was really fashionable, ( as somebody that’s gone viral on pinterest a little too many times ) I WAS WONDERING , what if you did a todobakudeku ( separately please omg) with somebody that’s like the emma chamberlain of fashion and they own everybody’s pinterest boards and stuff AHAHA IDK , the amount of times somebody has said ‘ wait ur that one pinterest girl right?? ‘ ANYWHAHEEIE I LOVE YOU N HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! 💗💗

pinterest famous s/o

character(s) : midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] afab! reader, they/them pronouns (at the request of anon) strong quirk hinted; not specific

headcanon type : fluff, crack-ish (x reader)

note(s) : thank you anon!! so ok, i still used they/them pronouns even though the reader is afab (again at the request of anon) and whdjwkd sorry for the inactivity :,) also im gonna post more later so— sorry for the delay

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midoriya izuku

when middle school midoriya finally got a phone, he downloaded pinterest for the sole purpose of looking at screencaps of heroes

but then, he hasn’t touched it a few months, because he’s been training with all might

then, when he finally had enough free time again— he decided to go on pinterest

but instead of finding any heroes he could look at, he found the prettiest human being he has ever seen in his entire life 💀

that person was a different type of beauty, y’know— they weren’t just fashionable, but their beauty was,,

timeless? that’s how he’d describe it. yeah. that person lived in his head rent free for a while

sadly, he feels like you’re that person he sees once in his life, and never again 😔　which isn’t the case

when he finally meets you, midoriya realizes that you look VERY familiar— someone on pinterest, that he unfortunately, didn’t know the name of

but then wait! he realizes that you’re that person. that one person that blew up on pinterest, and ended up in all of the fashion boards.

okay, you’ve been recognized a few times in the past, just because you were pinterest famous— but you didn’t expect him to recognize you

“wait,, you know me?” you asked him when you saw the realization sink in

and you were honestly,, flattered when he went on a tangent on how you were on all of the pinterest boards, and how your sense of fashion was timeless

but you know what’s the best thing of it all? when izuku developed a crush on you (and not because he thought you were just an attractive face)

it was very easy to find pictures of you online! he says it’s for research but,, he tends to look at them for a long time

probably has 3-4 pages dedicated to your hero costume— since fashion icon = fashionable, yet a very practical hero costume!

does he get jealous whenever people fawn over your looks, or whenever he sees comments in pinterest comment sections just asking for your socials in such desperation?

hmm,, yes? he does occasionally feel like someone like you, should be with someone as equally beautiful as you

he thought he was always plain looking, but you wholeheartedly disagree! in fact, you fell in love with his ability to pay attention to detail.

to the random creeps in the comments section, he just contacts the uploader and asks them to delete any malicious comments and it works 100% of them time.

on the brighter side, he helps a lot with taking your pictures (if you ask him to) and sometimes! he’ll even appear in them

izuku will always be your #1 fan!

bakugou katsuki

at first, you’d be like “katsuki owning pinterest? naaah.” but! i think he would

being an all might fan, he liked looking at all might screen caps— and while katsuki would be on the discreet side, he’d find himself looking at them whenever he has extra minutes to burn

not to mention, the cooking recipes on there aren’t the worst, so he doesn’t just use pinterest to look at screen caps of heroes doing their work

and, how could he forget that you’ve been bugging him to search for rare screen caps? he says that it’s useless— but he finds himself digging for you anyway,

which is whyyy

he finds an entirely different rabbit hole, and it’s way past 10pm, 3 more minutes wouldn’t wound him.

the blond doesn’t know how he even stumbled on.. this side of pinterest. the one that kind of hurts his eyes.

the more well known side of pinterest, that is covered in pictures of fashion boards, and the standard pretty person.

the ‘aesthetic’ side, kaminari calls it— it makes bakugou cringe, and he was just about to refresh his page

when he spots something familiar, it’s you‼️ well it wasn’t just you but, you were dressed in something,, nice.

like sure! you’re attractive. but that’s not why he’s dating you, there’s a lot of reasons as to why

but, he’s baffled. seeing you in a different light, and in such nice clothing, what more, when he sees that you’re actually everywhere. he hasn’t seen this much of you and your attractive ass before

katsuki told himself that he was going to sleep a few minutes ago, but now? he’s left admiring all of your pictures.

how did he not know that his s/o’s pinterest famous? you’re practically in every single board!

he confronts you the next day in an oddly weird manner, “you didn’t tell me you were famous on that stupid pinterest app.”

you’re sheepish, “welll, i didn’t know that you were going to stumble on that side of pinterest!”

he doesn’t say anything, and really! it looks like he doesn’t care about the newest discovery of his s/o

but he shows his feelings in his own way.

like, how katsuki insists that he finds a new outfit that you’d absolutely love— one that’ll fit with your aesthetic

and that he insists that he does your graphic liner, because you’re going to ‘poke your eyes out’

makes an entirely different account to reply to those simps and creeps in the comment section, sort of like

random pinterest user : “the things i’ll do to be crushed by them 💦”

pinterestuser461903 : “go touch some fucking grass.”

also would’ve commented “your art sucks” at the poorly done drawings of you in the comments, but knows you appreciated the art— so he doesn’t

(still thinks the fanart doesn’t do you enough justice)

he’ll be super proud when someone notices you in person like “yeah that’s fucking right, but too bad they’re super attractive and way out of your league.”

in short, it looks like katsuki doesn’t care at all about your pinterest famous life, but he’s your #1 supporter

todoroki shouto

i am certain for this one— he doesn’t have pinterest

well, he didn’t have pinterest, until midoriya convinced him to create an account, but it kinda just ended at that

but the person that actually made him use pinterest was sero, because he kept bugging him to give it a try

todoroki finds the app very practical— he can find screen caps of heroes in action, and he can also find oddly helpful tips in cooking (and in anything)

but sero was like “todoroki, what about the aesthetic value??” and todoroki didn’t really get that part to be honest 💀

todoroki, being clueless didn’t know what to search for— so sero being the wonderful friend he is, helped him search for it

and that’s when it happened. it didn’t take that long, but they eventually found an entire section just full of pictures of you; their classmate and crush

“is that Y/N?” mina notices what they’re looking at, and she observes the picture “oh wow— it is her! no wonder why she looked familiar.”

“it’s impressive! our classmate is pinterest famous!” they continue to look at every single post in each board, and todoroki’s left to observe in silence

he has definitely taken a liking to you, even if he didn’t realize it at first— he liked you because of your hard work when it came to training, personality and patience, not because of your looks

obviously, todoroki thinks that you look good in anything, trashbag style or not. but seeing you in this light was interesting.

so after training, todoroki would spent a good portion of his time scavenging for more pictures— not because he was obsessed or anything

but because,, he really liked your pictures. maybe it was because without you in those pictures, it would feel incomplete

he didn’t know how to approach you after this discovery, which is why he’s glad that you approached him first

“todoroki! what are you looking at?” you took a peak at his screen, and you’re baffled to see yourself, and that very famous picture of you

he’s quiet for a second when he realizes that you’ve caught him staring at your pictures, but he explains calmly, “sero accidentally discovered your pictures,, and i just wanted to take a peak at them, if it was okay,,”

and he’s relieved— well, you’re also relieved. you didn’t know how your crush would react if he ever saw those pictures, but your heart skipped a beat knowing that he enjoyed looking at them

“it’s alright todoroki,” you smile, honestly over the moon as you spoke “i’m really glad that you like them.”

sometimes you’d get shy whenever he’d go on pinterest just to look at your pictures, “todoroki, not that one! that one was really old,,” is what you’d say whenever he’d look at your older photos but he’d still look at them anyway 💀

at first, todoroki helped you in his own subtle way. since he’s quite the fashion icon— he’d recommend you clothes to wear for future pictures

he eventually confessed— and it was because you were talking to him while he was really tired, and he blurted out that he really, really liked you and you almost passed away because of his words

so yeah— it was a case of secretly admiring their beautiful best friend to lovers scenario

he’d go the full mile when it came to taking your pictures. he’d check the weather forecast just in case if it was going to rain for that date, and impromptu picnic photoshoot

that boyfriend that has pictures of you in his photo gallery, and has a backstory for each photo if anyone were to ask

also that boyfriend that knows how to take pictures, will probably even lay down to take them, even if you didn’t kindly ask him to

when you asked him to join the picture, he didn’t really know how to— but he made it work! and the both of you guys went viral

but this isn’t all one sided, no— whenever you guys would cuddle, shouto would simply stare at you with HEARTS in his eyes,

and even before he leans in for a kiss, he’ll stare at you with so much love in his eyes, while he traces his thumb across your cheekbones. man’s in love— you’re gorgeous.

he knows that you know that he’s not with you because of any ulterior motive, you both have mutual trust in each other— so it’s not something you guys will bother on questioning because you’re both hot asf lets be real

he’s not uncomfortable whenever people gawk at you in public— i mean, you two get stares on the regular. and how could they not stare at you? you’re very attractive, and he’s glad that people recognize that

but he’ll get protective if they’ll try to be a threat to your loving relationship with him, he won’t be afraid to be blunt

regarding the comments on each pinterest post— he hates it when people say things out of the line

always tries to hide them from you so you don’t feel bothered by them, but if you knew about them— he’ll be sad :,(

but he’ll end up mass reporting those nasty comments— and they always get taken down, because of the shouto todoroki luck

in short? man’s whipped, and the both of you guys are SO attractive together— what more if people knew about the om chemistry?

really— you being pinterest famous was just a nice plus, he fell in love with you for you

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hello!! i hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself ❤️ please remember to take breaks and drink some water !!!!

i was wondering if i could request headcanons for izuku, denki, and kirishima comforting a reader (gender neutral if you don’t mind) after their birthday absolutely sucked? it’s my birthday and my mom went out of her way to ruin it, my best friend is barely talking to me which idk why, i got my period which makes me sick, and it’s finals so i’ve spent the day crying, sleeping, and studying. if not i completely get it!!!! don’t feel pressured ❤️

s/o’s ruined birthday

character(s) : midoriya izuku, kaminari denki, kirishima eijirou (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used; gender neutral, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : comfort, (angst if you squint) fluff (x reader)

warning(s) : reader’s mom being mean, and waking up to cause unnecessary chaos just because she felt like it :( period mention in izuku’s but it’s not,, even descriptive. and it’s i one bullet don’t worry :))

note(s) : omg i relate to you so much anon, my past birthdays got ruined by mom just because she woke up on the wrong side of the bed 💀 and this year i got my period the day before my birthday— so i was cramping the entire time 😐 in short, i relate to you ‼️and i’m sorry your birthday got ruined :( i hope this helps

im also sorry for the delay :,) also no proofread 🧍‍♀️

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midoriya izuku

help omg he’s in a state of panic

HE DOESN’T KNOW HOW THIS HAPPENED— like,, the person that cares about your birthday the most (besides you) is him‼️

izuku must’ve planned things out precisely, even going to the point that he’d buy your birthday present 2 months ahead

because he’s just so worried about messing things up. he’d never live it down if he failed this one day

he walks excitingly to your room, ready to pick you up for the day— since he wanted to take you out on a birthday lunch, to celebrate the day

well, it was mostly for a birthday lunch, but also because he wanted you to feel better

you’ve told him that the day had started out on a wrong foot— since you woke up to your best friend ignoring you for a reason you couldn’t figure out.

you reassured him that you’d find out later, but regardless, you wanted to cheer up— and not waste this day on sadness, and have a nice lunch with izuku.

“today is going to be wonderful, i claim it!” izuku exclaims excitingly, gently squeezing your hand— and you can’t help but be uplifted by his words

temporarily

you felt a weird feeling in your stomach, and it was all familiar too, the cramping in your abdomen—

oh, it was that. and izuku was able to recognize what it was. way to start of this birthday experience, right?

the both of you guys end up dashing to the nearest washroom, taking care of it immediately— there’s a concerned look on his face

“are you okay? are you in any pain?” he’d ask, running the back of his hand along your cheek in an attempt to comfort you

“i’m fine, izuku, it’s all good. now, let’s go!” you’d beam in excitement, which started a chain reaction— and lightened up izuku’s mood.

the discussion was put to rest on that, and the two of you went on like normal— as the both of you headed to the designated restaurant

there would only be more misfortunate events to happen, as it appeared to be that the moment you and izuku stepped in the restaurant

the waitress that was serving you both had an interest in your boyfriend, even though you were RIGHT there to see all of it

and oh wow, it was so subtle— you wouldn’t have guessed from the airy laughs, her lingering gazes, and the way her hand would touch his shoulder

and also the way she’d get your order wrong, or she’d spill your drink on you as an ‘accident’

oh and your boyfriend definitely knew about what she felt, and he was not pleased

she even went as far as to ask him if the date was boring, and if the complementary cake would make up for it— her efforts on being subtle making quite the jump.

which made you super frustrated and just overall,, not good, on your own birthday— and even izuku could see that, despite you not saying a word

so, izuku quickly paid for the food, and the both of you guys bailed the restaurant swiftly

it was still pretty early in the day, but all you wanted to do was sleep, and forget that today was even supposed to be a special day.

he left you alone in your room for you to change into comfier clothes— to your requests, and when he came back, you were in a state of distraught

and he’s super bothered, brows furrowed and everything. why must you be sad on your own birthday? how did this all go wrong? and how can he fix this?

“please don’t cry, Y/N, i’m so, so sorry.” he apologizes, his hands rubbing your back as tears dripped into your pillow

“i don’t,, know how this happened! if i knew the staff there were like,, that, i would’ve not picked that place. today was supposed to be an amazing day for you but..”

“don’t apologize izuku,” you reassured, rubbing the incoming tears away, “none of this was your fault, i love your efforts! this,, just sucks.”

“i know sweetie, i’m sorry for that,” he rubs your stomach when your face scrunches up in pain, “you know what? i’ll be right back!”

he quickly leaves for a bit, only to come back with a selection of desserts, your gift and his laptop “we can watch disney movies! or well,, anything you want. i know that disney movies make you feel better!”

you stare at the selection of desserts, and you finally smile, “yeah, yeah. that doesn’t sound bad.”

he sighs in relief, and presents you your birthday gift “open this while i set things up!”

you stare eyes wide at the bundle of desserts, “thank you, izuku!”

“anything for you, lovely.” he presses his lips onto the temples of your cheeks— happy to see you smiling

oh and he definitely filed a complaint to that restaurant when you weren’t looking, the girl got fired :))

kaminari denki

also in a state of panic

his plan for the day wasn’t very descriptive, and he decided that he was just going to go off what he wanted to do

rather than what izuku did— which was planning in advance.

‘i’m just gonna go off what i want, no plans made!’ is what he told himself in his head, as he went straight for your room

he’s puzzled when he enters your room, and sees a not-so-happy Y/N, face contorted in dismay

“is,, something on your mind? it’s Y/N day! why do you look so,,”

“sad?” you finish his sentence, “ah, no!” you shake your head— dismissing your expression just now “it’s just that,, my best friend is ignoring me. i don’t know why though, and she won’t tell me.”

and he’s like 😃❓what kind of friend ignores someone on their birthday? he’s gonna find out later, for sure!

“don’t worry, babe! we can always find out later, right? today should be filled with happiness, right?” he jabs your abdomen, tickling you— effectively earning a giggle

“right,” you smile, because denki always knows how to make you feel better. “let’s go!” you exclaim, holding his hand as you leave your room.

yes i’m reusing the best friend ignoring you think im sorry i can’t think

so kaminari’s walking you to the place he figured would be a great place to celebrate your birthday at— for once, he doesn’t look that lost

“are you sure you know where you’re going?” you’d tease, which would cause him to intensively reassure you that he does

“of course i do!” he says proudly, “i’m just gonna do my thing, y’know? i’m in charge of the destinations”

and before you know it, the both of you guys run into someone you weren’t expecting.

your bestie 🤩 oh the luck you genuinely have.

they scowl just looking at you, and denki didn’t like it— like,, the nerve? ignoring you and then giving you the skank eye?

but still, denki tried to keep a conversation, “didn’t expect to see you here! how are you?” he stammers, trying his best to make the tense atmosphere disappate

“i’m doing good, denki!” they exclaim excitingly, almost as if you weren’t there “where’re you heading off to?”

denki tilts his head in surprise, “y’know,, just heading off to celebrate lovely Y/N’s birthday, of course!” you give denki a small, tight lipped smile

but your best friend doesn’t seem to budge, “who?” they reply, as if they don’t see you

it’s disheartening, honestly. disagreement are inevitable but,, you didn’t understand nor did he

denki’s even more confused, but decides to cut the conversation of it’s length, thinking that the misfortunes could just end at that

they didn’t stop there

you’ve also managed to run into your mother outside of the restaurant, when you were taking a quick phone call

she, normally— would’ve been very pleased to see you, let alone on this special day

but it appeared to be that she wasn’t happy at all, and in fact— showed that very well when she saw who you were with

her eyes narrowing, “this is who you decided to spend your birthday with?” she asks, a smile is plastered on her lips, but it lacks authenticity when she glances back into the restaurant

you nod, feeling a little too intimidated to even speak with the mood she’s in— she glances at your boyfriend, who’s oblivious to your encounter with your mother

“keep your mouth in check, child. make sure you don’t do anything to embarrass yourself even more.” and with that, she leaves— her words lingering in your mind

you enter the restaurant again, feeling 10x shittier than you were when you left to take that quick phone call

you’re aware that your mother would support any relationship you were in, but you could tell that she didn’t like denki— but accepted him because ‘whatever makes you happy’

it was a downer, you didn’t need this today— and your sudden mood change was bound to get noticed by your boyfriend

“what happened?” he asks with concern, “did bakugou rain on your parade?” he asks, and you would’ve laughed but,, you honestly couldn’t find yourself to

“oh, it’s just..” you struggle to find yourself finishing your sentence, when the employees of the restaurant start singing you a happy birthday

you’d hate to say it but,, your mood was like that for the entire date, even when you brushed it off like nothing— and acted as if nothing went wrong

and when you flop onto your bed, eyes welling up in tears— he panics

“oh no, no, no!” he panics, dropping down to comfort you “baby what’s wrong? did you not enjoy today?”

“denki, i enjoyed today, of course.” you state, hands wandering up to pet his blond hair

“but then, why,, are you crying right now? i don’t want you to feel sad today! i know i’m not someone that looks serious, but i’ll definitely make things work!” he states with determination, and denki finds relief when he hears you laugh

“i saw my mom today”

“oh,” his brows furrowed, “i’m sorry, sweets. did she say anything rude?”

“oh uhm, im not sure if she meant it but it did hurt my feelings,” you simply state, not wanting to give the specifics, “plus with the best friend thing,,”

he’s silent for a bit, before he speaks “you know what? it’s okay. it’ll be okay. your best friend- not sure why she’s like that, but she’ll come around. and with your mom? don’t worry, and don’t let it worry you! it’s your special day, and you will feel special.”

denki backs away, and before you knew it, sparks radiate from all around his body— making sure he doesn’t touch you at all

“yaaaay!” he’s drowsy, and he dumbly raises his thumb high— which makes you burst out into giggles and pure laughter

“denkii, you cannot keep doing this!” you exclaim, but you still laugh when he replies with the same comedic ‘yaaay!’

you finally calm down, and you lean to press a kiss onto his lips, “thank you, denki. i,, really appreciate your efforts.”

he might feel stupid at the moment, but he’s glad that you’re happy again.

kirishima eijirou

looks like his usual self, but he’s internally panicking— he just figured that he needed to get himself together, for you

he had an idea on what he was going to do for you on your birthday, he even prepared a gift for you— 3 weeks in advanced (with the help of bakugou, his secret wingman)

it wasn’t an impromptu celebration like kaminari, but it also wasn’t super planned out like midoriya

eager, he approaches your room to give you a simple happy birthday— followed by a small shower of kisses

there was only one class for that day, so the rest of the day would’ve been lenient, right? wrong

on the contrary, his plans are disrupted when he sees you scrambled on the floor, notebooks splayed across you, as you memorized various things all at once

“h-hey, happy birthday!” he greets with his usual smile, and it falters slightly when you don’t showcase that delightful smile

“hey eijirou,” you say, eyes glued onto a section of your notebook “apparently, two extra topics were added into the math and physics finals test! and i had no clue!”

eijirou probably should be worried like you, since the written finals exams does somewhat impact his grade— and on top of that, the finals are in 3 days

and he knows that he should let you prepare BUT! it is your birthday,, why should he not celebrate your birthday?

“i feel like you shouldn’t be too worried about it babe, it’s your birthday after all!” he reassures, but he continues before you get to question him “you’re a hard working person, and even if you don’t absorb those extra topics— you could always run to bakugou, or yaoyorozu for a quick run down!”

he’s not wrong

you give a tired smile, a genuine one— which makes him silently cheer out of success “thank you, eijirou. i guess you’re right. it is my birthday, and i should be celebrating.”

and with that, eijirou takes you out for a simple celebration! he’d take you out for some food at a good restaurant, and then he’d take you out on a nice walk— as the both of you ate your dessert

he thinks that the celebration is going smoothly, despite the fact that you seemed fatigued, restless even— just from studying four extra topics back and fourth

otherwise— you seemed happy, eagerly blowing out the candles on the birthday cake the restaurant presented to you, and even grasping his arm closer as you ate your dessert

but it all crumbled down when you got one simple call that afternoon

looking at the caller’s id, it was your mother— who, otherwise would’ve been happy or at least calm on the other side of that phone, but you were greeted with hostility

“what are you doing?” she chides with a brash tone, and you try not to shiver, and when you answered that you were out celebrating with eijirou, she wasn’t pleased

“what?! just because it’s your damn birthday, doesn’t mean you get to relax around, kay? exams are this week! and you’re aware of what’s going to happen if you don’t pass, right?” though she’s not physically there, you can feel her sudden criticism

“..yes, mom.” you decide to take it all in, not wanting to anger her

“good.” and with that, she hangs up without a proper goodbye, the only time she acknowledged the current date was when she was scolding you

you brush it off, when you’re asked if you’re okay— the blatant yelling from your phone being difficult to ignore.

while the two of you start heading back to the dorms, you’re informed of quite the terrible news

“class 1-a, i must apologize since this is abrupt, but your math and physics finals are set to a day in advance, due to an urgent faculty meeting. but we can all assume that all of you have studied the material, right? take care, and don’t be out past curfew.”

this pushes your stress levels over the roof, and you ended up running back to the dorms— just to study the unfamiliar material

being your concerned boyfriend, the red head goes to check on you— only to be saddened to see you in such a distraught state on your bed, tears running down your face as you examined the material through watery eyes

“hey, sweetheart, it’s okay.. it’ll be okay,, i’m sorry that you feel this way, especially since i promised you a good day today!” despite displaying a gentle smile, you could sense that he was feeling terrible too

“don’t apologize,” you wipe your eyes, which only continue to generate more tears “i know you’ve tried, really! and i’m sorry that i had to bring you along. you definitely didn’t need to see all of that.”

he sits next to you on your bed, pulling the covers over your legs “i know it’s just,, i wish i could’ve done something more, y’know? i would’ve helped you study but you know that i’m well,, me!”

you giggle at his insinuation, and he moves closer to you, head leaning on your shoulder “man, i wish i knew what was going through the teachers’ heads. i could’ve— oh wait!”

he springs up, as if he suddenly remembered something important, and he sprints to his room

when eijirou comes back, he’s holding a tiny box, that has a bow— placed neatly on the center of the lid

“open it, babe!” he smiles, “i can’t believe i almost forgot! oh— just open your present!”

and when you open it, you’re ecstatic— unsure how to describe the sudden surge of happiness. “eijirou, you bought me a,, promise ring?”

he kisses your cheek briefly, unable to hide the blush adorning his cheeks “yeah,, you don’t have to accept if you’re not into jewelry! i could just switch it out for something—”

“no no, stop kiri!” you stop him in his tracks “i love it, so much. thank you for everything. especially for cheering the stressed and gloomy person i was today.”

he smiles, “it’s no issue, really. if my Y/N’s happy then i’ll be just as happy.”

and with that, you spent the rest of the day in eijirou’s affectionate arms— and you passed the exams with flying colors because kiri managed to get bakugou to give you a quick run through the day before

likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading!

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei, i only own the writing and i do not profit off of my hobby

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