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izvmimi · 1 year

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cw: minors dni!!! THIS IS A REPOST. deku interrupts you at work cuz he’s horny, also tbh this is radiologist!reader lmao, pseudo-domestic violence, car sex, questionable depiction of a medical professional. also i got inspired from a tiktok but i lost the tiktok so idk.

the high-pitched buzz of your phone vibrating on paper disrupts your focus, but to be quite honest, it’s a mental break you’ve needed after trying to figure out a case for the past twenty minutes. flipping it over, you can see a text from izuku on the screen, and you quickly unlock the phone.

i’ll be there in three minutes, can you slip away for a bit?

your eyes widen. it is a little past lunchtime, and as the thought crosses your mind your stomach growls. rising up quickly, you draft your report and call out to your attending who is glued to their own screen in the dark room that you’re taking lunch. she murmurs something in agreement under her breath.

it’s very bright outside in contrast to the reading room, but you make a quick way out to the driveway where patients are unloaded to see where izuku’s parked. he could probably walk (or jump) here but that attracts too much attention, so whenever he does surprise you at work, he shows up in the old SUV you refuse to give up despite the fact that he makes well enough money to upgrade you.

you grin as you see him, running up to the lowered passenger window. he grins as he sees you too - he didn’t work today, so he’s dressed down, although he looks upsettingly good in his simple white spandex t-shirt.

“what’d you bring me?” you say quickly, before even opening the door.

izuku raises his eyebrows.

“myself.” he’s still smiling but you frown and your stomach growls again.

“yourself?” you pout but then you get annoyed. he’s been home all day and you’re starving and he usually brings food if he can and thus food is all you can think of right now, even if you are always glad to see him.

“how long do you have?” he asks, tentatively as he starts the car but doesn’t drive off yet. “i missed you… and you’re coming home late again tonight…”

his hand rests on your knee and by the way he caresses it you can sort of tell already what he wants-

“not long enough if that’s what you’re thinking of,” you pout. maybe you’re a little bit of a brat, but more childish anger wells up within you.

“you really didn’t bring any food?” you lament.

he chuckles, and drives off as you stare outside the window. it’s only when he makes a right turn off into the parking garage and not onto the main road that you start to wonder what’s going on.

“izuku?”

“indulge me a little bit?” he asks. the car continues to turn up and up and up until you’re basically on the rooftop. blood is starting to rush to your temples.

you turn to him, irritated this time.

“i’m not going to fuck you on my lunch break????”

he laughs then gives you a glance out of the corner of his eye.

“you’re absolutely sure you’re not?”

“izuku!”

“okay how about i do the fucking?” he jokes.

your heart is racing.

“i’m going to punch you and get out of this car if you keep messing with me like this,” your voice is sharp and shrill, and he laughs even harder.

“you’re so cute when you’re upset,” he teases. car now parked in the furthest corner, but uncovered so that it’s bright and the view of the city is the highest from your vantage point, he stops the vehicle and turns to you, pointing to his cheek.

“do it, baby. punch right here, as hard as you can.”

you grimace.

“i’ll do it for real.”

his green eyes gleam and he leans in. “go ahead. i’m giving you permission, sweetheart.”

it’s a small space, but your arm does find a way to draw back and you threaten it. he grins even wider now.

“if you punch me i’ll buy you dinner for real. we’ll have a feast, actually, whatever you want, okay? i dropped the ball. i am a terrible boyfriend, right? i deserve it.”

you hate when he starts like this because he will keep on egging you on, so reluctantly you draw back further and punch him in the face.

he barely moves from the impact and pouts.

“could be better,” he sighs. he takes your wrist before you can draw it back; it really wasn’t a hard punch, but you wanted him to shut up and now your hand stings a little. he can tell with the wince in your face, and kisses your wrist, eyes still focused on you.

your face warms. the close contact always does to you; he knows you too well.

“s-should we really?” you think out loud as he inches closer. he leans back for a moment and watches you carefully. he’s done bothering you at this point you can tell from the suddenly slightly more pensive look in your eyes.

“okay, you’re right that i missed you and didn’t think, just got in the car, so i’m sorry about that,” he murmurs. biting his lip, he rubs your hand in his lap.

a few moments pass, and you give in. you sigh and kiss him on the cheek.

“i missed you, too.”

you ponder for a moment long, and then kiss him on the lips.

who cares if it’s midday and you’re on the clock?

izuku knows what you’re thinking the moment your lips meet his, and his tongue is in your mouth instantly. in a practiced and thus fluid motion, he pulls the seat back while pulling you on top of him as you climb over the car console. your mouths connect and disconnect and his hand unravels your scrub top tucked into your pants and moves upwards to cup a breast. the kiss deepens and you moan into his mouth as his fingers toy with a pebbled nipple. your bodies start to rock together, and you forget that there’s a medical mystery you haven’t yet solved and you’re hungry and tired and still have 8 hours of work left, but regardless, you let yourself sink into your pro hero partner’s arms. he kisses your face and your neck, sucking gently down to the space between your breasts. you raise your hips, and the hard cock that’s been poking between your legs as you straddle him makes an appearance.

will you have time to clean up afterwards?

either way, you sink down onto his cock and soon your car is moving violently as izuku thrusts up and down and up and down and you throw it right back at him.

you can hear him moan as his fingers tighten around your hips but you’re still much, much louder. the sun is beating down and there’s even more heat in the car as you become sweatier through loosened clothing. izuku fills your appetite in another way, you have to admit.

always.

—

“did you change your scrubs?” your attending asks as you rush back to your desk nearly an hour later.

you stumble a bit as you barrel past, and thank the heavens that reading rooms are always dark.

“yeah, i spilled some soup so went to the call room and changed.”

“oh, that sucks. hey, i took over that draft for you. good job on that case, you were on the right track.”

“ah, yes.”

your stomach is still growling, but you have excellent dinner plans to look forward to at 8.

and maybe you’ll be fed again, a different way.

#izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya smut #izuku smut #daydreams: bnha #thoughts: izuku #mimi's notes #mimi's izu <3

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icyhottodo · 9 months

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IN YOUR ARMS ˚₊✩‧₊

summary: deku comes home from a regular nightly patrol. what happens if he catches you crying for the first time?

contains: 1k words. hurt/comfort!! pre-established bf deku. reader cries abt something, but it's not described.

nini’s notes: i haven't been feeling well lately and just wanted someone to comfort me, so i wrote this!

the shared house between you and your boyfriend, izuku midoriya, was unusually quiet when midoriya came home after a regular night patrol.

"y/n?" midoriya reaches out to no one in particular. usually, you would always greet midoriya at the door whenever he comes home, and you would always greet him with that cute smile he loves so dearly. although today was different, it seems. midoriya felt a little disappointed not to have seen you immediately, but then he understood you could not greet him the very second he came home every day.

izuku trudged through the living room until he reached the door connecting to your bedroom. right when he was about to touch the doorknob, midoriya could hear faint sniffles pass through the door.

alarm bells suddenly rang in izuku’s mind. what if you accidentally hurt yourself? what if someone hurts you? all these horrible thoughts about you appeared out of nowhere. instinctively, midoriya hurriedly opened the door, expecting to see the worst. but what he saw wasn’t at all what midoriya expected.

nothing in the bedroom was out of the ordinary, aside from the noticeable lump on the bed. the sniffles had only gotten louder. putting the puzzle pieces together in his mind, he quickly realized that something emotionally hurt you instead of physically damaged.

midoriya cautiously walks toward the cries; he quickly figures out that the lump is you, your figure fully covered by the blanket. you were like a small cocoon. he gently put down a flower bouquet he bought for you on the way home.

"love?"

izuku puts on his soothing voice, scared that if he were to use any other tone, he would scare you off. the noise he had kept hearing suddenly went silent. he could see you move underneath your cocoon but couldn't tell exactly what you were doing there. but soon enough, you pulled down the blanket until you showed your eyes. they were bloodshot and swollen, deku noted.

"you weren't supposed to be home this early, izu." you hoarsely commented, your eyes tearing up again, before pulling the blanket back into your cocoon.

midoriya sits down at the edge of the bed and puts his soft hand on you. his eyes softened at the sight of you crying; seeing you so hurt, hurt him as well, even if he didn't know the reason you were crying. midoriya grabs ahold of your blanket and gently pulls the blanket back down so he can see your face fully.

midoriya gives you a warm smile before using his other hand to play with your hair. all he needed to do was comfort you, right? well, that affectionate action seemed to be the trigger for you.

you can't help but feel the tears start to well up in your eyes once again; even after crying so long previously before midoriya came home, you thought you weren't able to cry anymore. it seemed like you could still sob.

you sat up swiftly, just wanting to be in your lover’s arms. quickly landing on izuku’s chest, wrapping your arms tightly. midoriya was quick to reciprocate your hug, not minding the tears soaking his t-shirt. the sobs had only gotten louder when midoriya made hushing noises and kept on whispering, ‘it’s okay’ into your ear. midoriya only gets even more worried when you try to speak but can't because of how hard you are crying. the only thing he could understand was your chants of 'it hurts' which only pained izuku's heart even more.

"it’s okay, y/n. you do not need to explain, as long as you will be alright." izuku puts his head on your shoulder. he wishes that whatever pain you are feeling would fade; he wishes he could take away your pain so you wouldn't need to suffer from whatever you were feeling.

you two sat in the comfort of each other's arms for what felt like hours before you finally calmed down and the tears stopped flowing. from you cried so much and that hard, midoriya expected you to go to sleep right after your crying session. alas, he thought differently since you started talking to him, to midoriya’s surprise.

"something happened recently in my life, and i’m just overthinking about it. i know i shouldn't be crying about it." you sighed out, peeling yourself off of your boyfriend and bringing your knees underneath your chin. midoriya never really seen you look so numb but yet so sad.

"you need to explain anything! it's okay to cry. y/n. feeling emotions just means you're human, and i just want you to be okay." midoriya exclaimed, pecking you on the cheek. "i was actually about to give you some flowers before all of this."

deku smiled at you, turning back at the bouquet he put down earlier and handing it to you. "for you, my love."

"come on, i’ll let you choose that cheesy rom-com you always wanted to rewatch. as long as it will cheer you up." with this, you looked up from your legs, your eyes widening slightly from deku’s persuasion. "really?"

"yes love." deku beamed. izuku was half right and half wrong. not even a minute after pulling up your favorite rom-com story, you instantly fall asleep on deku’s shoulder. snoring softly.

izuku smiles, pulling up the blanket to cover both you and him. midoriya plays with the features of your face, but gently enough not to wake you up. soon enough, he wraps his arms around you tightly, hoping his warmth will comfort you even in your sleep. he knows that you will overcome any obstacle; you're strong, kind, and the number one superhero’s significant other. deku knows you won't give up easily.

#☆ mha #my hero acedamia #mha #mha x y/n #mha imagines #izuku midoryia x you #deku midoriya #mha fanfiction #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #deku x reader #deku x y/n #deku x you #midoriya x y/n

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4reanaz · 1 year

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CLASS 1A TRIO LOVE LANGUAGE

paring: deku, bakugo and todoroki x gn!reader genre: fluff warnings: none that i can think of

Izuku Midoriya (Deku):

his love language would be acts of service(giving) and words of affirmation (receiving and giving)

he's a sweet heart he would help you clean you room if he sees it’s getting a bit too messy

he would help you with your homework if you needed any

this boy if he sees you sad he would buy your favourite snacks also get your favourite drink and talk with you about why your sad

he's a total sweet heart

okay now about words of affirmation

he would shower you with words bc he knows how to feels to be told your not good enough and no one by your side besides your mother

he would always make you feel loved and confident

Imagine you guys both are at the sports festival and your like fighting someone, he would yell

" GO Y/N YOU CAN DO THIS I BELIEVE IN YOU, YOU CAN DO THIS"

okay but now about him

he would like words of affection like he had been told many times that he’s not good enough or worthless

so maybe when it’s his birthday if you made him a cake or brought a cake that says " happy birthday to the future no.1 pro hero"

he would be really happy he may even cry Katsuki Bakugo:

his love languages are gift giving (giving), words of affirmation (receiving) and maybe physical touch (giving)

bakugo may have been praised for his entire childhood but

he started going to UA and all the incidents that

and also bakugo isn’t the type to give out praise

he's also not very confident about how he is as a boyfriend

so when your reassure him it helps him

now about gift giving

he not the best with words or physical touch

so gift giving suits him a lot it’s a way he can show his love for you

this might be a bit random but he would gift you flowers and chocolates for valentine's day

would gift you matching keychains and they would be something like this maybe

now about physical touch

cuddling sessions in your dorm or common room

he would give you back hugs, like imagine your making tea for him and you and he'll just come up and give you a back hug

while going to class you guys both would go holding hands Shoto Todoroki:

his love language would be physical touch (giving & receiving), words of affirmation (receiving), and acts of service (giving)

we all know that shoto had an extremely rough childhood with his homelife

shoto would mostly love being encouraged by kind and loving words, but since he’s touch-starved so you could he's affection starved

he would let you touch him only if he trusts you

he would be the type to first build some after that maybe some physical touch

so give him some compliments or motivational stuff are gonna be good enough for him

when you give him compliments or motivate him in some way he would show a gentle smile on his face and like it’s so cute

now again about physical touch after you both build some trust he would start hugging you, holding your hand, giving you head pats and maybe even some light pecks

his touches are always very gentle and soft

now about acts of service, most of them are school related

he would understand if your struggling with anything withe the class or the coursework and ask you if you would like to have a study date together

when ever you guys have study dates he always brings your favourite food

he’s extremely patient when he’s helping you

if you sick he would get you the class notes and buy you soup and medicine

#midoriya izuku #bnha deku #my hero academia #bakugou x y/n #todoroki shoto x reader #mha x reader fluff #mha fluff

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mintmatcha · 1 year

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i cant look away from your sad deku au and my soft little heart wants him to get a hug from someone so bad even though i know the way uve written him makes him shy away from genuine displays like that. i cannot imagine what it takes to hide a smoking habit that long so even ur fwb-assistant didnt know. the boy needs to grieve mint oh my fucking god thank u for the heartache /pos

Assistant knew about the cigarettes a WHILE before they started having sex. reader's the only one who knows tho!

sad deku au

You don't know why you came tonight. You knew the invite was just a nicety, pity from someone who didn't want you to feel excluded, but now you're standing on a stranger's porch, listening to the party continue without you. By this point, you're used to it; proximity to Deku comes with a lot of these faux invitations, thinks meant more to impress him than include you.

But here you are, alone as groups of friends chatter along inside. It's like you're 18 again, excluded from the popular kids at prom once again. You take a long drag from your cigarette. After this, you'll go home, no goodbyes necessary.

Just as you pull your jacket closer, the reason you came pops out from the door, all smiles and kind eyes.

"I was worried you left," Deku says softly, closing the door as softly as he can behind him. He's dressed more casually than you've ever seen him, a stark contrast to the dress you had chosen for tonight. "Can I bum one off of you?"

You take another drag. "No."

He approaches you anyway, hand shoved into his pockets. His arms are tensed, triceps taut as he shivers, bulged against the cropped sleeve of his tee. It makes you think of the girl that was hanging on to them earlier and your stomach flips with an emotion you don't want to face.

"Enjoying the party?" you ask as nonchalantly as you can manage.

He leans in close enough you think the cherry will burn him, forehead practically against yours. He exhales with the weight of the world, a stark contract from the placid smile he's pinned to his cheeks.

"Not really."

You pluck the cigarette from your mouth and turn it towards him. With a gentle obedience, he takes it, lips pressed against your fingertips as he inhales. He's warm, hotter than the embers and ash that crumble between you. When he releases and you pull away, he stays there, much closer than a boss should be to his assistant.

"Go back inside, Izuku." You place a hand against his chest and tell yourself you're going to push him away. "Your girlfriend's going to be looking for you."

Izuku watches you with those, sad, sad eyes, red rimmed around the edges from lack of sleep. He'll never tell you what he's really thinking, but as his eyes flicker to your lips, you have an idea for what could be going through his mind.

"Okay," he lets his hands -which you hadn’t even realized had found your waist- drop to his sides, "You're right- Camie. My girlfriend."

You love how he says her name. Camie, Camie, Camie: like it means nothing to him. She dazzles everyone in the room and yet her boyfriend seems indifferent; you’d feel bad if it didn’t fill you with such glee.

“Hey,” Izuku says suddenly, “How do you feel about Camie?”

You start towards the stairs, heels crunching in iced over snow. “Why does it matter what I think?”

He doesn’t respond, but you feel him there, watching your back as you leave, waiting for something, anything-

At the edge of the top step, toes over the edge, you relent. “I think Camie really loves dating Deku.”

Izuku finishes the thought you were afraid of. “But not Midoriya.”

You throw the butt down and crush it beneath your heel.

“Goodnight, Izuku.”

And with that, you go home. He texts you a couple hours later, just after 2am, with two quick sentences.

-I broke up with her.

-I’m on my way.

You unlock the front door.

#sad deku au

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catlliecal · 1 year

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Mistletoe Moments — A Holidays TodoIzuOcha fic

Uraraka Ochako wants to surprise her boyfriends with a surprise under the mistletoe. It’s a simple enough plan: just keep the mistletoe up in the air until the kisses are over.

What she didn’t expect was for it to fall into Deku’s hair for Shoto to pull out.

Wanted to write something sweet and fluffy for the season, so here’s a fic! It was quite fun to put together, so I hope you enjoy!

Rating: G Word Count: 2248 Characters: Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shoto Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Third Years, Uraraka Ochako/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shoto Being a Dork, Romantic Fluff

“There we go. That should hopefully do it.”

Uraraka Ochako looks up at the ceiling, a sprig of mistletoe about a couple meters above her. It’s miraculously stayed fresh in the few days she’s had it, but it can start wilting tomorrow. All it needs to do is work right here and now.

She feels her stomach twist into a happy yet nervous knot, small butterflies fluttering inside her. This is such a cheesy thing, something right out of a romance holiday movie. Yet for all the times mistletoe is shown hanging above doors, she’s rarely ever seen it outside of a screen. Perhaps that’s why she can’t help but smile at the sight of it in the air.

Hopefully they also like this.

She pulls on the sleeves of her sweater, trying to look as casual as possible while waiting for the front door to open before anyone comes down to the common room to disturb the peace. It’s the rare quiet moment for 3-A, and it seems like most have taken the time for themselves. Others are out on dates, family visits, or shopping trips, everyone trying to take care of personal needs before the winter work studies kick into gear over break.

“They should be back soon, right?” They didn’t leave that long ago, and they only had a few things they needed to take care of. Perhaps she should have gone out with them rather than stay behind to set this little plan up. The weather hasn’t gotten worse, so there’s no chance for it to be keeping them out right now.

Ochako takes a deep breath in, shaking her head to get rid of those nervous thoughts. Her hands run through her hair as she lets out a short huff. If this doesn’t work out, she can try again later. This doesn’t have to happen right here, right now.

She just needs to give it some more time and faith.

It’s not long after she starts rocking back and forth on her feet that the front doors open up, some snowflakes sneaking in.

“We’re back! God, it feels great to be somewhere warm.”

“You could have just held onto me more if you needed heat.”

“You definitely helped with my joints, but I ended up needing both hands to help those guys move that stuff downtown. I sadly can’t hold onto you and do that.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

Midoriya Izuku— Deku to her— laughs as he places a rather large bag against the wall, probably the fruit of their shopping trip. His shoes come off shortly afterwards, the red sneakers still present even in the midst of the snow. It doesn’t take long for him to see her, the smile on his face growing the moment his eyes lay on her.

“Ochako-san!”

“Hm?” Todoroki Shoto looks over her way, his soft smile growing just like their boyfriend’s “What are you doing right in front of the door?”

“Waiting for both of you.” Is the blush consuming her face from the burst of cold or from her own fluttering heart? Probably from both.

“Wait, really?” He tilts his head some, this shocked yet touched look on his face, right down to the way his eyes shrink just a bit. She loves this look, the way his heart is on full display.

“Really.”

A strong blush accompanies that very look, it only growing larger as he lets out a small, grateful chuckle. “That… that’s really sweet of you.”

It’s not often he stutters on his words, but it’s adorable every time it happens.

“Ochako-san, you didn’t have to do that.” Deku’s face resembles a strawberry, freckles standing out even more against red cheeks and nose.

“True. I didn’t. But I wanted to.” She holds her arms out, letting them speak for her. He responds without a word, his cold touch shocking her just a bit.

“How long were you two out there? You feel like an icicle!”

“Longer than expected…” his voice trails off at the end, soft, embarrassed laughter finishing the sentence. “There was a problem with one of those large public holiday decorations, and well…”

“You couldn’t help but help them?”

“Yeah, that.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” She holds him a little tighter, running a hand through his hair. His hat fights against her fingers, but she pushes back, taking in the lovely curls.

It pushes against her, she pushes back. If she does this just enough, the hat will come off.

Unfortunately, the hat isn’t ready to let her win without a fight, as her pinky finger touches him in an attempt to finally free his head. She feels him float up, his surprised noises confirming the fact.

The hat falls to the floor without as much as a ‘thump.’

“My mistake, Deku-kun!” She brings her hands together, barely paying attention as her pads connect. “Release!”

Deku falls back onto the ground rather gracefully, his experience with Float surely coming into play.

“I’m really sorry about that!” She presses her palms against each other as if she was praying, leaning forward a bit. “I should have just let you take off your hat and other things before asking for a hug!”

“It’s alright, Ochako-san. Really.” He scratches the back of his neck. “Besides, it wasn’t that far off the ground.”

“I guess that’s a positive here…” God, she hasn’t done something like that in forever.

Shoto makes a small ‘hm’ noise before pulling something out from Deku’s hair. “Wait, isn’t this…”

She looks at what Shoto’s holding, and now she’s ready to float herself up and not come back down from the ceiling. How could she have forgotten it would come down when releasing her quirk?!

“Guess you both know my secret plan now.” She weakly throws up jazz hands, trying to salvage some of the situation. “I was hoping to greet you both at the door, point up at the mistletoe, and then kiss like they do in movies and such. Guess it didn’t exactly work out like I wanted it to.”

Shoto looks at the plant, turning it over to get a better look at it.

“A kiss?” Deku repeats.

“Yeah, a kiss.” God, her face is so hot right now that she could probably substitute as a fireplace. “The old ‘two lovers under the mistletoe must kiss’ thing but with the three of us.” Maybe this wasn’t exactly a good plan. Maybe she should have just taped it to a door frame another time and just gone out shopping with her boyfriends and—

“Is there a specific place you’re supposed to kiss someone?”

Both Ochako and Deku turn to look at Shoto, who’s stopped inspecting the source of the current situation.

“A specific place?” Her voice barely manages not to crack.

“I’ve never really seen or interacted with mistletoe before, so I’m not quite sure how it exactly goes.”

The butterflies from before fly again, sending tingles of happiness into the wave of relief washing over her. “I don’t think there is. You just kiss wherever you want.”

“Oh.” He takes a quick glance at the plant before meeting her eyes. “Is there somewhere you’d like me to kiss you?”

Her brain nearly short circuits, mouth now dry. She’s not sure what to answer, if she can ask for a kiss on the lips right away. But she can hear the words ‘on the cheek’ come from her mouth, and Shoto does just that.

His lips are a bit cold, but they melt away the anxiety within her. He smells faintly of peppermint, like a little bit of the holiday. She savors the kiss, looking at him fondly when he eventually pulls away.

“I, um, thank you.” She stands on her tiptoes, reaching him to return the favor. Her lips are right where his scar meets the rest of his skin, and she knows both places well.

“Did we do this right?” He asks after she lowers herself.

“I think so?” She rocks a bit on her feet. “They usually make it look so easy in the movies.”

“Then I guess we aren’t in one.”

“I would hope not!” She brings her hand up to her mouth as she tries to cover up her laughter, yet a surprise kiss on her forehead does the job for her. Ochako looks up at Shoto, who looks rather surprised and possibly a bit sheepish.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t know if I did it right the first time.”

She gives him a warm, fond smile. “I think you’re doing great.”

He returns the smile before turning towards Deku, pulling back his curls to kiss him in the same spot. Deku gasps, barely moving as he processes everything.

“I… Shoto-kun…” He once again resembles a strawberry, this time with a large, shining smile on his face. “Thank you, I really liked that.” He quickly returns the favor, going right for the left cheek before his mind can get the better of him. She’s pretty sure that’s why he responded so fast.

Neither of them expected the extra kiss on the right cheek.

Shoto is left bright pink and speechless, touching each kiss one at a time as if he’s still processing reality. She’s somehow miraculously keeping up, though that goes out the window when she feels Deku kiss one blush mark after the other.

Her mouth hangs slightly open, the action looping in her mind. How his lips are a bit chapped from chewing on them, the winter weather only highlighting this fact.

It isn’t long after the second blush kiss that he freezes in place, stuttering and tripping up over his words like his tongue is too big for his mouth. “Ochako-san!” His body decides to work with his mind now. “I didn’t ask you were you wanted me to kiss you or anything like that! I just had this feeling of ‘go for it,’ so I followed it, and that lead to me kissing you so quickly after Shoto-kun and I—”

She laughs. An earnest, love filled laugh, complimented by a smile reaching ear to ear. A laugh she doesn’t bother trying to cover up in the slightest.

“Ochako-san? Is everything okay?”

“It is, really. It’s perfectly you.”

He takes a shaky breath in, face painted with wonder as the anxiety quickly melts away.

“May I return the favor?”

He gently nods.

“Thank you.” She cups one side of his face as she kisses the other cheek, then pulls back his curls with her other hand to kiss the center of his forehead. She can see the stars in his eyes, the same look as when Shoto kissed him.

“May I give one more?”

“Of course.”

She lets go of the curls to cup the other cheek and then kisses him on the lips. It’s a soft, gentle thing, one that doesn’t take long for him to lean into. The warm feelings inside her multiply, her heart overflowing with holiday cheer.

They gently pull away from each other, and she runs her hands through a bit of curls. “Thank you, Deku-kun.”

“…thank you, Ochako-san.”

“Always.”

She looks over at Shoto, the warmth still running through her entire body. “Can I also kiss you there?”

He nods, as if he’s too stunned to speak, which he very much might be.

She moves a bit his way, stands on her toes again, and presses her lips against him. He holds one hand on the back of her hand, but she barely registers the way he’s began to run his fingers through her hair. She’s too focused on the kiss, on the subtle shift of hot to cold. It’s been there for all his other kisses, but it stands out even more here.

She eventually places her heels back on the ground, smiling loud and proud at him. “Thank you too, Sho-kun.”

“You’re welcome, Ochako. And, um, thank you.”

“Always.”

Shoto turns towards Deku, who has a smile that could melt away any negative feelings. It’s full of warmth and joy and love. Looking at it makes you want to smile too.

“Izuku?”

“I’m so glad you asked.” Deku places a couple fingers underneath Shoto’s chin, and the two meet right in the middle. Ochako feels the love radiating off them, this act of affection making everything feel better. It’s nurturing and filling, and she wouldn’t trade it for anything.

The kiss eventually ends, leaving both of them with dorky smiles on their faces.

“Thank you too, Shoto-kun.”

“You’re also welcome. Thank you as well.”

“It’s no problem at all.”

She lets out a satisfied sigh, still wrapped up in the feeling of the moment. It wasn’t what she expected at all, but hey. That’s what makes it special, right?

She takes a single step forward and feels something under her slippers. A quick peak reveals that the mistletoe had fallen onto the ground sometime during this. She’s not sure when, but it doesn’t matter.

“Do we still need that?” Shoto asks.

“No, we don’t.” She bends down, picking it up with ease. “It’s done its job. No one else in the class said anything about wanting to use it, so I think we can just leave it on the counter, just in case.” She eyes the bags on the wall, reminders of what all came before the mistletoe. “There’s hot coco in the kitchen. Let’s all get a cup. Besides, I wanna know more about this display thing Deku-kun helped out with.”

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reinaasmol · 1 year

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Is it the End?

#BKDK slight angst (Inspired by a thread I'm working on atm)

Mid-breakup, Bakugou can't help but wish he made an effort.

That he took time out of his day to watch old All Might movies with Deku, to eat dinner together, go on outings, to just hold his hand in public, literally anything.

Instead all he did was make excuses to not be around his bf, telling him that he was already out with friends, practicing on his drums, working out, shit doing interviews that high school Katsuki would have done anything to avoid.

All so that he wasn't seen as a 'simp'.

Ha, fucking hilarious isn't it? Because as soon as the words "I want to take a break' left Izuku's lips, Katsuki was on his knees begging for him to reconsider, to have one more chance, that he would do anything to make things right.

But Izuku just shook his head "Its okay Kacchan, I know I can be a lot...I just think we both need to think about what we both want out of this relationship going forward".

It wasn't okay, not at all. Turns out Deku had been at his apartment waiting, all day for Katsuki to come by, or to even send him a text acknowledging that it was the couple's anniversary.

Katsuki knew that it had been coming up, Kirishima had asked him about it the last time the Bakusquad had hung out

"What date was it again? The 8th or the 9th?" The redhead was looking through some old pictures on his phone can came across one where the couple was showing off their matching bracelets that they had gotten to celebrate one whole year of being together

The blond simply snorted and took a swing of his beer "Hell if I know, I don't keep track of that kind of shit."

His friend frowned at him and told him that was 'super unmanly'.

"Listen shitty hair, I've got bigger things to worry about other than remembering the date of first time Deku let me stick my tongue down his throat. He knows what he's dealing with by now" Katsuki had quipped back, feeling pretty smug as Denki and Sero snickered and heckled him over the frenching comment.

Now he just felt ashamed, remembering Izuku's red rimmed eyes and mournful expression. Truth be told, Katsuki held that memory close to his heart, recalling every small detail about their first date.

How Izuku had smiled at him all night and gently used float to let Katsuki kiss him at a comfortable angle right as they arrived back to the dorms.

This all started when Monoma called him a simp for holding Izuku's bag for him on a day when his arm was aching pretty badly due to an upcoming storm.

It had left Katsuki feeling embarrassed and angry.

Angry enough that he never offered to hold anything for Izuku ever again.

Time and time again, he got called a simp for doing anything for his boyfriend, washing his dish, holding an umbrella for the both of them, walking together, going on dates, fuck even tutoring Izuku suddenly became a 'simp' move.

Eventually Katsuki stopped doing anything remotely romantic for Deku and pulled away, telling the love of his life to just 'give him some fucking space'.

Well now he has it, all the space he could ever want. Now it was Deku who wasn't picking up his phone, or answering his texts

#bnha bkdk #bkdk #izuku midoriya #repost from my twt #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugou #heart break #simp!katsuki #breakup

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veenxys · 3 years

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「𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬.」

⤷ Bakugou

He wake up earlier than you

He would just look at you for a few seconds and smile at you remembering last night.

He caress your face, your hair and just look at you in love.

But when you woke up and after he made sure you liked it too and that you were okay, he would act like an arrogant (as always)

"I know I'm great," he says, smiling sarcastically at you as he puts on his shirt. ‘’Only I can make you feel that way, right?’’ He comes to you holding your face and kissing you. '' I can't wait for tonight. '' He winks at you and leaves your room.

⸻

⤷ Deku

He wakes up with you stroking his hair

It takes him a while to realize where he is and what happened

And when he remembers, he blushes

His heart is racing so fast and he starts to stutter.

"D-did you like it?" You nod and smile at him, he sighs and kisses you. "You're perfect, Y / n." he smiles. Deku can't stop thinking about last night, and the thought makes him blush and smile like a fool.

⸻

⤷ Kirishima

You feel a strong arm holding your waist

Kirishima looked at you with love in the look

You smiled at him and he felt his heart melt at that moment

''How can you be so beautiful?'' He said kissing you. ''Tell me you'' You said to him, he smiles as he caresses your face. ''Did you like last night?'' You just nodded and smiled at him, and that made him happier than ever. There was not a single part of your face that Kirishima did not kiss while saying how much he loves you.

⸻

⤷ Todoroki

You woke up with Todoroki's hand stroking your face

As soon as you open your eyes, Todoroki smiles at you and kisses your forehead.

He hugs you and stays like that for a few seconds, smelling your hair.

''Did you sleep well?" He asks in a voice hoarse with sleep, making you shiver. You mumble against his warm skin. ‘'Do you like it?'' You smile and whisper ‘’I love it.’’ He smiles and continues to stroke your hair. He’s so happy inside, he just want to scream to the world how much he loves you.

⸻

⤷ Denki

You woke up with your head on Denki's chest while his hand stroked your hair

You hugged him even more

And he smiled as he hugged you back

"Morning baby," he murmured against your hair. He calmly run his hand down your spine while leaving small kisses on your head. You felt so comfortable and safe with Denki that you could sleep again if he wasn't squeezing your ass. And you prayed for the gods to help you to walk after this morning.

⸻

⤷ Tamaki

You woke up with Tamaki clinging to you like a sloth

You smiled to yourself and kissed his forehead

He just held you tighter, pretending to be asleep

But he couldn't hold back his smile when you started kissing his whole face

"Good morning, baby!’’ you said to him. He smiled even more (if that was possible). He hugged you, stroking your back.

''Did you sleep well? How are you? '' He murmured against your hair. He was so happy and calm with you in his arms, he loves you so much.

⸻

⤷ Shinsou

You woke up with an empty bed, you were a little sad about it because you wanted to spend the whole morning just hugging your boyfriend.

You picked up your phone and saw a message from Shinsou

"Hey bae, I went to buy our breakfast, if you need anything call me, ily"

You smiled to yourself and after a few minutes Shinsou arrived with a bag in his hands.

''Morning my angel, did you sleep well?’’ He came to you and kisses your forehead. He smiled when he saw your body naked. He put the bag on the chair next to your bed and lay down beside you. ''You are beautiful'' He says as he takes your face in his hands and kisses you.

⸻

⤷ Hawks

Hawks was lying on top of you, his face on your breasts

He slept so peacefully that you didn't want to wake him

You just stroked his hair slowly

But when you took your hand out of his hair to get your phone, he grunted and took your hand back.

''Morning, baby bird.'' He said smiling at you when he kissed your forehead and then put his head on your neck, smelling your perfume. You kissed the top of his head and hugged him for a few seconds before trying to get up. ''Kei, I have to go''

''No'' He murmured against your skin and squeezed you tighter. ''Please baby-''

'’You’re mine''

''Yes i know but-''

''M I N E''

''Ok I give up'' and you could feel him smiling against your neck.

⸻

⤷ Dabi

Dabi had his chin on your head and your face was buried in his neck.

You smiled against his skin, feeling completely safe in his arms

You gave a soft kiss on his neck.

He looked at you and smiled before kissing your forehead. ''Morning, love'' only his voice in the morning made your legs shake, and that son of a bitch knew that. He smirked when you closed your eyes, when you opened them again, Dabi was on top of you. "Ready for the second round, babe?"

⸻

⤷ Shigaraki

You woke up with Shigaraki's face buried in your breasts and his arms holding you tight

You just smiled to yourself when you started stroking his hair

He was so peaceful and secure.

You could spend the rest of the day like that.

He murmured something against your breast, he just squeezed you even more. ''Shiggy'' you whispered with the intention of waking him up, you couldn’t breathe with the strength that Shigaraki held you. You just accepted defeat, because you would literally spend the whole day like that.

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catacomb231 · 2 years

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Injury & Broken|MHA Boys x Injured! Reader

The MHA Boys Reacting to a break I and you injured from it!

TW:Angst to fluff

A/N:All UA kids are aged up to being pro heroes and I will do a separate one with the villains.

Izuku Midoriya/Deku

The poor boy didn't even know that someone planned a break in to his house! He just kissed you goodbye and the little bump housing the bun in the oven, and headed off to work for the day. He wasn't getting back til late that night so the villain had the time.

Apparently he had been stalking Deku for a while and really wanted to get to him! He knew this was the right course of action!

So while you were happily cooking dinner as Deku was going to come home in about an hour, you hummed while stirring the pot of soup, only stopping once in a while to rub your baby bump.

"I get it. You're excited to eat but it's not ready yet! And we can't eat until dad is home!" You tell them before a loud crash from the living room gets your attention.

Deku pulls up into the driveway of his house and turns off the car, getting out. He excitedly headed towards the house but his smile faded and he stopped once he saw the front window broken.

Panic started rising in his body as he rushed inside, almost swinging the door off it's hinges. The horror that displayed in front of him made his heart drop.

The house was COMPLETELY wrecked. Living room trashed, sofa slashed, TV broken, the soup spilled on the kitchen floor, pictures broken, etc. "Y/N!" He shouts as he frantically looked around the house for you. He eventually came to the baby's room and tears pricked his eyes once he saw you laying on the pastel pink floor bleeding.

Deku quickly ran over to you and called the ambulance.

When you awoke again, Deku was happy to know you would recover and that your child was unharmed. You also told him everything that happened which he then told the police.

"Don't worry baby, I won't let him or anyone hurt you ever again. I swear it."

Katsuki Bakugou/Dynamight

Oh if someone ever get the guts to attack the person Bakugou loves more than life, then heaven help you once he goes home to see you hurt.

Fans can go to extreme measures when they end up loving someone too much. And that was the case with this one woman who was a fan of the pro hero Dynamight, who happened to be your boyfriend.

She believes he should love HER not YOU! So she planned on sending a message.

You were playing with your puppy in the living room until you heard a loud banging on your front door.

Bakugou arrives back at your shared apartment and goes to unlock the door when he found it was already open. He walked inside and his eyes widen when he sees the whole place completely trashed.

That's when he saw your dog dash out from underneath the table whimpering and barking at Bakugou. "Dai! Where is Y/N?!" Bakugou asks panicked. Almost as if he understood him, Dai led Bakugou to the bedroom and he found you lying on the bed in a pool of your own blood from your legs, arms, and side.

He immediately ran over to you and called the ambulance.

He was happy to hear that you would recover an was even happier when you opened your eyes, finally waking up to look at his worried yet angered crimson eyes.

"I will murder whoever did this to you. I don't care if I'm a hero! No one does to you! NO ONE!"

Shoto Todoroki

This man made a promise when he married you, was that he would always protect you and never hurt you like his father did to HIS mother.

But the one day he couldn't be with you was the one where that promise was broken.

He had ran out to the pharmacy to pick up his daughter's medicine. You two have twin daughters, a red haired and white haired baby girls. However the red haired one Ren was sick.

You were at home right now making some soup, having help from your white haired daughter Rei. She was placing the already cut up carrots into the pot you were stirring.

But then a loud set of footsteps get both of your attention.

Todoroki drove home as fast as he could as he finally found the medicine he needed.

Once he arrives, he stares at disbelief and confusion at the open door leading to the house. And the worry only escalated once he ran into the house to see it completely trashed.

"Daddy! Daddy!" He hears Ren calls out as she ran out of the hall closet and towards him, tears streaming down her face.

"Ren! What happened?! Where's Rei and mother??" He asks worriedly. "Momma protected Rei and me, but now she's hurt! She needs help!" Ren explains and he quickly follows Ren to the kitchen where you layed there, a knife sticking out of your gut.

You had passed out from the pain and you kept the knife in otherwise you'd bleed out faster. Todoroki quickly kneels down to you before looking at his daughter.

"Ren! Go call the police and then go to your bedroom!" He tells her and she nods, running off.

Your husband and daughters were happy to know you would recover and visited you in the hospital after you woke up.

"I promise I'll make up for this! I don't want to lose you!"

Ejiro Kirishima/Red

He was so heartbroken when he had to leave you while you were still recovering. You recently got back from a mission where you got pretty hurt.

You were discharged from the hospital but was told to rest up for another day or so to be sure. Unfortunately Kirishima could be there to help you out but you reassured him you would be okay.

So reluctantly, he went off to work. But he kept checking up on you every hour to be sure you were okay.

You were sitting on the bed reading a book with your pet rabbit Cream next to you.

However, both you and Creme are alerted when a thud came from the kitchen downstairs, followed by a hushed, "Crap!"

Kirishima finally got home, having gotten off early, and walked into the house only to find the whole place trashed.

"No.. no no Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU?!" He yells as he dashed upstairs to see you sitting up against the wall with phone in hand, having called the police as you bled out. Creme kept sniffing you to make sure you were okay.

It pained him to see you back in the hospital bed, despite how the doctors told him you'd be fine. "Her recovery will just take a little longer now." He repeated in his mind.

By the time you woke up, he was already in tears.

"Don't worry Y/N. I promise I'll take work off to protect you and help you! I swear my life on it!"

Keigo Takami/Hawks

Poor bird boy has already been so worried about you cuz he's been forced to leave you alone for weeks after he had to go on 2 missions, so he hated leaving you just for a patrol!

But you tell him he has to and that you'll be fine so he eventually agrees and goes to work.

While he was gone you decided to go and take a shower so you do so.

After you were done, you had a towel wrapped around your hair and around your body as you walked over to the closet to get changed.

That is until you felt a heavy impact on the back of your head before everything went black.

Hawks was so happy to finally spend the weekend with you! He even got a bucket of KFC chicken to share on his way home.

He happily lands on the balcony with he bucket in hand and slides open the glass door. "I'm back Dove! And I got us some chicken-" He calls out only to stop talking and drop the bucket when he sees your state.

You're lying on the ground with blood trickling out of your head and your white towels stained with red blood.

He ran over to you and shouted your name before dialing the ambulance.

He cries tears of joy once he hears you'll recover and he holds your hand tightly once you wake up in the bed all bandaged up.

"I swear I won't leave you alone like that ever again! I swear, Dove!"

Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead

Aizawa always did whatever he could to keep you out of the media so you won't get hurt.

But unfortunately villains have ways to figure out who people are, and one in particular paid a hacker to figure out who you are. Once he learned you were dating Eraserhead, he knew exactly what do to!

So he waited til Aizawa was gone at UA, then made his move to his house which he also found from the hacker.

Meanwhile you were sitting on your knees on the living room floor as you played with your guy's cat Sushi and his cat toys!

"Aw you're so cute Sushi! Yes you are!" You said while petting him, having him leans into your touch and purr.

But both of you jump when you heard the front door suddenly slam open.

Aizawa was driving home from UA now, ready to see you and Sushi as he headed his students' papers before heading out for the evening patrol! But all of his happiness disappeared once he saw your guy's house door missing, having been kicked down on the floor inside.

He ran inside to see the rest of the house in a even worse state!

Suddenly he heard wailing and he ran to the kitchen to see Sushi hiding under the counter wailing. He ran over and picked him up, petting him comfortingly. But then a thought passes his mind.

"Where's Y/N??" He asks looking around frantically. Almost as if Sushi read his mind, he hopped out of Aizawa's arms and lead him to the bathroom.

His eyes widen in horror as he sees you lying in the bathtub bleeding out while on the wall was written "Watch your back, hero" in blood which he hope wasn't yours.

He quickly pulled out his phone and called the police and ambulance.

He sighs of relief once the nurse tells him you'll recover to full health in a couple of days and that the police found the villain who had broken in and hurt you.

Now you saw him beside your hospital bed as you woke up.

"Don't ever scare me like that ever again! I love you to much!"

Hitoshi Shinso

He never liked leaving you alone, especially after hearing that a villain in the neighborhood had been breaking into houses!

But you told him you'd be fine, being a pro hero yourself, so he went to work.

But one night, you couldn't defend yourself.

You decided to have gone to be early, since Shinso wouldn't be getting home til really late, so you climb into bed.

Only until you hear shuffling from under the bed did your eyes shoot open wide.

It was around 12 in the morning did he get home and park the car in the apartment complex parking lot. Afterwards he walks up and walks into the door. But his eyes widen when he sees the place trashed, and to see you bloody and bruised on the couch.

"Y/N!!! No!" He yells as he ran over and shook you shouting your name before calling the ambulance.

He let out a sigh of relief when you woke up. The nurses told you that you'd recover by tomorrow, so he wouldn't need to worry. But when you looked up at his eyes, you couldn't help but see worry in his eyes.

"You're coming to work with me from now on when you're off work! I can't afford to see that again!"

#mha #bnha #mha reader insert #fluff #mha oneshots #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha aizawa #mha aizawa #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x reader #hawks x reader #mha shinso x reader #bnha deku x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha kirishima x reader

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bnha-more-like-bnh-gay · 3 years

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Rarepair headcanons because I am ignoring my problems

Serodeku:

Izuku reenacts the Spider-Man movies with Sero. Izuku is MJ. They also alternate being Spider-Man sometimes

They skate together

They get very protective when people call their boyfriend “plain”

They play dnd together

Sero tries to make sure that izuku gets some rest

They’re both kinda insecure, izuku more than sero, but still; and they make sure to reassure each other as often as possible

Sero likes listening to Izuku’s ramblings and finds them cute. He has told izuku this, only for the poor boy to imitate a tomato

After Izuku has been particularly reckless, Sero takes advantage of his quirk, wraps Izuku in bubble wrap, and tapes it there

Tokodeku:

Jocknerd bf and goth bf, we love to see it

Tokoyami teaches izuku how to sword fight

They start a dnd club at U.A.

Izuku talks to dark shadow a lot, Dark Shadow approves of him, and has claimed the spot of best man at their wedding

Izuku comes up with ideas to help Tokoyami gain control with Dark Shadow

Dark Shadow is very protective over Izuku, no matter how many times Tokoyami tells him that he can take care of himself, Dark Shadow will put himself between Izuku and any form of danger as often as possible

Dekoyama??? Aoyama/izuku:

Aoyama gives him makeovers, obviously

Aoyama drags izuku to the mall and tries to revamp some of his wardrobe, but he actually finds the “pants” and “flannel” type shirts cute

They help each other train their quirks

Aoyama is trilingual, and teaching izuku English and French.

Izuku always brings Aoyama home some new cheese

Y’all, I love them so much. There needs to be more aodeku content

Monoshinsou:

They have people watching dates. They come up with stories for the people they’re watching; their job, family, background, etc.

They judge people together

They call each other “love”

They’re both dramatic bastards, who will flop onto their lovers lap and proclaim their death due to a minor inconvenience

They jokingly sh*t-talk class A

Shinsou said “I love you” first, and it was because Monoma brought him coffee to class

Monoyama:

Like monoshinsou, they’re both dramatic bastards, who will flop onto their lovers lap and proclaim their death due to a minor inconvenience

They go shopping together and pick out the most dramatic pieces of clothing for each other

I love them so much, please 😭✋

They have tea parties every week, where they sh*t talk everyone else and gossip

They are both fancy bastards, and they wear the most exquisite outfits to go grocery shopping, and the outshine everyone

They both actually make clothing, they’ll go fabric shopping together. Gift exchanges are often articles of clothing that they’ve made for each other

Momomei:

They work on gear together!!!

Momo makes sure that mei gets some sleep

Mei helps redesign momo’s suit

They often work together with izuku to work in gear and such

They actually got together after izuku introduced them. He had been working on gear with mei, and studying with momo and he thought they’d hit it off. He was correct

Shintsuyu:

Dude they’d be so cute

Tsu is a vent gremlin, and you can’t change my mind. So she and shinsou will play a game where they try to find each other. Tsu is in the vent and shinsou is in the classrooms. Shinsou will try to find whichever vent she’s in, or she’ll find whichever classroom he’s in, in 20 minutes or less

I always headcanoned tsu as a dog person, so they’d have two cats and two dogs, and a bunny that they named Deku

They like comparing their friends to animals, hence the bunny, Deku

Kamideku:

Kaminari is a flirt, and izuku does n o t know how to handle it

Kaminari likes listening to izuku’s ramblings, and can keep up with them. He’ll ask questions on things too, and Izuku has never felt more appreciated

I don’t know why I feel like they’d have so many animals, but I do. They’d have so many, man. Three cats, two dogs, four sugar gliders, a hamster

Adhd power couple. They hyperfixated on complimentary things at the same time one time

Kaminari tutors izuku in English, and izuku turots kami in some other subjects. He’s also teaching kami JSL on the side. Kaminari has a live of languages

Momochako:

Study dates, Momo asks ochako to quiz her a lot

Ochako takes to floating momo’s things when she wants attention. Especially when Momo is studying. She makes a game out of how many things she can float until the other girl notices

Uraraka’s confidence does wonders for momo’s. Uraraka always makes sure to reassure momo that she is strong and that she can do this

Momo makes Uraraka whatever her heart desires. Uraraka blushes all the time, and momo takes great pride in getting her girlfriend to blush

Minatoru:

Mina clings to everyone, but especially to toru

They give each other stuffed animals so often. They’ll go to the store to get food, and come back with three stuffed animals that reminded them of each other

Please, they’re so cute 😭✋

They will play hide and seek, I stand by this.

Mina helps toru design a new costume. I hate hers, it’s horrible, and sexist, and not suitable for a fucking child

Toru says that pink is her favorite color

They flirt with each other all the time. Half the class thinks it’s cute, half of them used to think it was cute.

Iidamomo:

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, but study dates. they quiz each other, and it actually gets pretty competitive

They also have rage room dates. I will not budge on this. Iida tried to murder someone, and I am excited to see momo finally snap. She deserves it

They alternate paying for dates, don’t try me.

The go hiking a lot

They started liking each other after one late night, both having nightmares. Momo had tea, and offered some to Iida. They talked until the early hours of the morning

They can’t flirt. They try. But they’re horrible at it. They’ll compliment each other all day long, but they cannot flirt.

KIRIDEKU, MY BELOVED:

Y’all,,, y’all, I love them so much

They train together, obviously

They ran into each other one night in the common room after both having nightmares. They talked about middle school, how they were both bullied, izuku’s quirk coming in late, katsuki being abusive, kiri being bullied because his quirk wasn’t “cool.” After that, they were practically inseparable.

They started going on dates, not that either of them knew they were dates. The entire class knew, so did the teachers, so did the rest of U.A. Kirishima picked up on it first after a comment from Mina, he had is realization.

So, he started courting Izuku. Not thag izuku realized this. He brought him flowers on most ‘dates,’ he bought him hero action figures whenever he could, he complimented him until Izuku was red in the face (which was honestly very easy.) Still, izuku remained ignorant to the fact that he was indeed dating Kirishima.

The final tipping point, was due to Uraraka’s help. She was quite tired of watching the two of them pine for each other. It was amusing for the first couple months, watching Kirishima try so hard, and Deku being totally oblivious. However, she took pity on her friends after a while.

So, Uraraka devised a devilish plan to get the two together. She involved Mina, Sero, and kaminari in this plan. What was the plan, you ask? Oh, simply to trap the two in one room until they broke through izuku’s obliviousness.

Kirishima finally “straight” up admitted his feelings, to which Izuku had the sudden realization of “oh my gods, have we been dating this whole time??” Yes, Izuku. Yes you have.

They have two anniversaries after that.

Let’s be honest, they are really, annoyingly, horrifically lovey dovey. Kirishima brags about having “the manliest and bestest boyfriend in the world.” Izuku flaunts his many PowerPoint presentations on how talented and incredible Kirishima is

Uraraka doesn’t know if she did the right thing by helping them. She is so tired

Tsujirou:

Jirou makes playlists for tsu

The few sane ones in class A, I swear

They go on walks in the rain as often as they can

They go for dates in the bookstore too. They each pick out an album and a book for the other to listen to and read

Y’all, they make so much sense togetherrrrr, I’m love them 🥺

Jirou started liking tsu after the crew saved bakugou. Jirou sat with tsu after momo, Iida, kirishima, Todoroki, and izuku apologized and sat with her. They had movie night, and Jirou joined the Bakugou saving crew and tsu with taking well into the night. She just appreciated how much tsu cared

Tsu started liking Jirou after she helped Iida, momo, and izuku try to keep the class in order. She appreciated how diplomatic and calm she was

Jirou would talk to izuku all night long about how gay she was, and how adorable tsu was. So, izuku decided to try and suggest ways for Jirou to ask her out.

She did not end up getting to ask her out though, as Tsu walked up to her the next morning f and asked if she wanted to go on a date. Jirou said yes. Izuku cried

Izujirou:

They make playlists for each other

They go for runs on the beach a lot

They both have insomnia, and often spend time making blanket forts and talking, or FaceTiming and listening to music

Jirou walks into the common room once a week looking for new music. She started liking Izuku after he made a playlist for her for one of these occasions.

They’re both quite awkward when it comes to romance, but neither of them will shy away from facing the truth. So, Jirou made izuku a playlist filled with love songs that reminded her of him and sent it to him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell.

So, then Jirou wrote a love song and told izuku that the song was for him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell.

So, then Jirou write analysis about izuku’s quirk for him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell

So, then, after thinking that Jirou had done so much for him, izuku made her a playlist filled with love songs. Jirou took this to mean that izuku had finally picked up on her feelings, and accepted them.

So, they started to go on dates. Not that izuku knew this, as he is dense as hell. All leading up to izuku finally confessing his feelings on one of their ‘dates,’ to which Jirou responded, “dude, we’re already dating? Aren’t we? I- I thought that was obvious??”

May this awkward couple be forever blessed

Tokoyama:

Goth/prep boyfriends, we love to see it

At least once a day, Aoyama will proclaim that Tokoyami “shines almost as bright as he does, in his fabulous emo way”

They sword fight, and come up with really dramatic scenarios and scenes that they’re in

They bond over being in the izucrew and their shared love of swords. Aoyama took fencing classes in middle school, and Tokoyami got into sword fighting after watching it in pirates of the Caribbean as a young child. He is self taught and watched countless videos on the art of sword fighting

Tokoyami asked Aoyama our by dramatically presenting him with a dagger and going “will you accompany me on a formal outing as my lover?”

Shinyama:

They flirt constantly

No really, it’s getting quite annoying. Someone please stop them.

They both plop down in random areas and proclaim their deaths, the difference between them, is that Aoyama will burst into shinsou’s room, and yell “love, I’ve been murdered. Mourn for me” while plopping down on shinsou’s lap. Shinsou can be found laying face down outside aoyama’s door, and when Aoyama goes to open the door, he just goes “I’ve been murdered.”

^^ one time, shinsou did a very fun Halloween prank for this, where he poured fake blood all over himself for Aoyama to find him an hour later, asleep.

Nap dates. Aoyama get glitter all over shinsou’s room

Iiyama:

Aoyama enjoys making Iida blush, obviously. But he takes joy in doing it specifically when class is about to start. Aizawa is tired of his shit

Here is how I think an iiyama conversation might go:

Aoyama: I ask for one thing in this relationship-

Iida: Aoyama, you know that’s a lie-

Aoyama: for my boyfriend to carry me around all day-

Iida: Aoyama, I cannot feasibly do this with class-

Aoyama: and I don’t think that’s too much to ask for 😤

Anyway, Aoyama got carried around all day that day, despite Iida’s blush and Aizawa’s eye twitch

Everyone in the izucrew is close, but Iida and Aoyama started to get close after Iida told the crew about Stain. Aoyama wanted Iida to know that he wasn’t alone, and that he wanted to help him. So he started packing extra cheese for lunch and giving it to Iida. Iida was very confused at first. But this was Aoyama trying to court him. This was only made apparent by momo and Jirou telling Iida that this was aoyama’s attempt at expressing romantic interest.

Aoyama flirts with everyone, that’s just who he is. But with Iida? Oh it was tenfold. The poor boy was red in the face constantly. Aoyama was a persistent little bugger too, following him around and calling him ‘mon amour’

Kirikamideku:

My dearest traffic light trio, I’m love them

They train together, and kiri and kami always appreciate izuku’s analysis snd ideas

Kiri falls even more in love with izuku and kaminari when they go off on rants. Izuku rants and kami can keep up with him so he asks questions about it. Kiri loves to watch his boyfriends go on rants, I don’t make the rules, but I do enforce them

They started to get closer after kami and kiri found bakugou causing a ptsd flashback (could be on purpose of an accident, up to the reader.) they stated with him and tried to talk him through it. After this, izuku started to tell them about having been a “late bloomer” and being bullied, etc. (I don’t know, man; I tend to over share after flashbacks and after panic attacks)

Izuku tutors them in several subjects, but kami tutors them in English. Kiri just falls in love with his smart boyfriends

Izuku is teaching kami JSL and kami is helping izuku with English and Italian (personal headcanon that Italian has been one of kami’s special interests) kiri loves to listen to them, and finds it relaxing and calming to hear them do this. When he has panic attacks, he’ll ask them to tutor each other in different languages

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tteokdoroki · 3 years

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waves that hurt | k.bakugou + i.midoriya.

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x gn!reader x izuku midoriya.

♡ word count: 3.04K

♡ rating: everyone.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, hurt, angst and comfort.

♡ summary: dark days mean dark waves that crash across your mind, intrusive and mean the waves pull you under— but they are the helping hands that pull you up and let you breathe.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy tw for depression, intrusive thoughts and self depreciation, self doubt and low self-worth. this fic is written mostly from personal experiences and may not be accurate to how everyone feels! mentions of therapy.

♡ author’s note(s): this is my contribution to @doinmybesthere ‘s mental health awareness collab, this is kinda personal to me and something i experienced recently!! i hope it can provide some comfort to anyone out there, please don’t forget to check out everyone else’s works and i hope you’re all safe ‘n well <3

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“kacchan, it’s much worse this time, i really think you should come home early tonight.”

deku whispers into the phone, his marred hands rub slow and soothing circles into your back from over the duvet— you can feel his warmth, light and airy through it but he feels and sounds much further away. a million miles across a dark ocean that trickles through your thoughts, intrusive and mean, keeping you under and away from clear air.

you wouldn’t want to pull him into this, bother him with the way you drown in dark thoughts— so you pull away from your boyfriend and tuck yourself away into the sheets.

izuku doesn’t retract his hand even as you pull away, listening to katsuki grunt orders down the phone— make sure yn’s eaten, make sure yn’s had water. basic things you should be able to do on your own but can’t, paralysed by the anxiety and depression that clamps down on you like a vice and refuses to let you up so you can just breathe. you want to breathe and not feel like the world is crashing down on you, to have a second to yourself where everything seems like it’s okay.

brushing fingers over the nape of your neck, toying with the coils of your baby hairs, your boyfriend speaks, only gently. “baby,” says quietly, his weight causing the bed to dip. “katsuki will be home soon, do you want to come with me to let him in?” you shrug, a sick feeling twisting in your gut. you see the black tendrils and waves in the back of your mind, bringing forth a new batch of ugly words that force you down. are you really that much of a burden these days that katsuki has to call it quits on work for you? “how are you feeling?”

you don’t know, you don’t know how to tell him that every thought you have hurts and there’s a pain in your chest with every breath you take. “i don’t know, it’s just...bad izu…” you want to explain how you feel deep inside, but the words are trapped like balls of tar in your throat— fear that if you say something he’ll walk away.

“you don’t have to say anything, don’t force yourself to…” he speaks with a soft voice, cotton to your ears in an attempt to soothe you. you can just about feel the clean air flowing through your lungs at the sound— it tells you he loves you, no matter what and you almost believe it before sinking back under. “let’s get you some water okay? wouldn’t want kacchan scolding us would we?”

the joke hangs in the murky and heavy air for a few seconds before you muster a small smile— your green haired boyfriend lets out a tiny sigh of relief and pressed a kiss into your hairline, the affection simmers under your skin and briefly brings light to your dark mind as izuku starts leading you to the kitchen.

you’re curled up in izuku’s lap when the front door pops open with a click— signifying your other boyfriend had arrived home. you flinch, hiding yourself in the blankets keeping you warm and locking away the dark thoughts from the eyes of your lovers.

part of you hated them seeing you this way, that’s why you forced yourself to keep everything away from them— but they knew, they always did and always came to your rescue. you didn’t want them to feel like they had to look after you when the days were bad and draining and your mind took hold of everything that you felt. you didn’t need the weight of your own problems on the shoulders of two pro heroes who had enough to deal with.

in the end, you would destroy them like you did with yourself.

you can hear katsuki shedding his gear by the door, feeling his intense and heated presence flood the room and barely penetrate the barrier you created for yourself even while you lay in izuku’s arms. for as long as you’d known the two— even from back in your U.A days, bakugou had hated self-pity, of course in recent years he’d cooled down a little and spoke less on the actions of others but even still, you weren’t sure if you could handle him looking down on you for looking down on yourself and for feeling this way.

the blanket is suddenly lifted from your head, momentarily blinding you with the overwhelming light that is your boyfriend, katsuki bakugou. a twinkle of concern lines his ruby eyes and you can see traces of his charcoal eyeliner that he usually smudges underneath his mask— he’s so beautiful but you’re afraid of the twitches of worry, afraid that he’s mad at you for being the way you are.

“hey honey,” bakugou hums, crouching to your level to cup your cheeks, stress bleeding from his body when you nuzzle into him.

izuku gives you a squeeze, an encouraging one and you nod. “hi,” is all you can muster, afraid of blurting the intrusive words that crackle across your brain.

katsuki sits back on his haunches, looking between you and his boyfriend before he attempts to kick off his shoes. the room is full of a thick, ugly quietness that you know you’re responsible for— they don’t have to say anything, you know that it’s you. because when you’re like this it’s hard for bakugou and midoriya to talk, afraid that they’ll say something to set you off and you afraid that they’ll leave if they knew how you really felt. how trapped and alone you felt inside, how the twisted darkness added tones to your vibes and dragged you down with every step that you took.

they don’t need to say it because it flows from your body like a rushing river and drowns them, fills their lungs and it’s your fault for infecting them with your own bitter taste of life.

“have you eaten?” the blonde of the two boys asks, looking you dead in the eye. you want to answer, but again the viscous back from earlier starts to flood through your body. you try to take care of yourself of these days where you feel it the hardest, but it’s difficult to move and to breathe— and the drive to complete even the simplest of tasks is barely ever there.

you move to speak, caught up in the thick smog of your own brain when izuku gives your body a squeeze and shakes his head, the forest of his hair brushing against your cheek. “you’ve had water, right?” izuku has no problem answering for you. “but nothing to eat,” he whispers, keeping his voice low as if to hide his worry from you— it’s light in his tone but tremors throughout the number one’s body. you feel sick for making him feel that way.

katsuki’s gaze shifts back from his boyfriend to you, his expression unreadable because he knows how you get if they worry too much about you. you’re thankful, partly for that at least, his blank face prevents your mind from reading too deep into things and blaming yourself for things out of your own control.

“‘m makin’ your favourite for dinner. you’ll eat it, no questions asked.” the explosive pro hero states firmly, rising from his place crouched down by your side, obviously not before thumbing over your cheeks to wipe away evidence of your dried tears. “gonna run you a bath too, damn nerd better get you upstairs and ready by the time it’s done.” deku’s chest rumbles with a light hearted chuckle beneath you, lifting the heavy weight of the air within the room— bakugou had always loved brashly, with a fiery intensity that hardly left room for the answer ‘no’, and while izuku was more tame, they balanced one another out in a way that felt more like a warm hug than a battle. they grounded you, in the best of ways.

true to his disgruntled words, your blonde headed boyfriend runs you a hot bath. you don’t miss the addition of lavender oil to the perfectly warm water, the baking soda which you’re sure he only knew to add because his mother had said it would remove the demon spawn toxins in his body. izuku is the one to help you strip, holds your hands as you kick off gross comfort clothes and folds them away, after pressing kisses to your groggy face and chin.

it’s almost funny to see the two biggest and beefiest pro heroes sit on your bathroom floor crossed legged and beside the tub— both of them taking up the majority of the room. you know for a fact that no one would believe the sight unless they saw it, but they’re there. both of them, izuku midoriya and bakugou katsuki are with you encompassed in the silence while you wash away the ugly words that plague your mind and fill the pores of your skin.

they’re still there.

even as sweet lavender water moves in soft waves over your bare body, while black ink moves in the same way across your brain— tattooing self-depreciating thoughts into every inch. you’re not worth their time, they say, you’re wasting it. because how could their precious time be put to good use if you’re taking it up, they could be saving people but instead your boyfriends are here, drowning in your own darkness.

they’re still fucking here.

when they could be out there saving the people who needed it, who were suffering out there in the world outside of your home.

and the suds against your body, the warm water sloshing over your thighs isn’t enough to get rid of the burning sensation of vile phrases printing themselves against your body and clouding every thought that you think. toxic, mean and nasty things you can’t scrub away— none of it is enough to make you feel like you deserve bakugou tenderly lathering you up with the rose scented soap his mother had sent you for christmas or the sips of cool water midoriya brings to your lips in order to prevent you from overheating in the steam of the bathroom.

deku catches the painful twist in your face, pausing his movements to study you. “whaddya need?” you need it to stop, to find something to replace the pain and doubts that fill you.

“water, hotter,” you croak quietly, tears building up in the base of your throat as katsuki catches on and flicks the tap for a stream of hot water to fill the tub. “please,”

they tell you to let them know when to stop if the heat gets too much, but the scalding water burns away any reminders of the self loathing you feel across every inch of your mind, your body and your soul. it stings at the darkness in a way that’s painfully soothing and maybe if you sink under— it could stop hurting completely. if you could slide deeper into the water, would the waves of darkness not crash so hard?

and then the damn breaks, like a tsunami the guilt and anguish you feel crashes over your body and takes control, leaving you fighting for oxygen in the form of your happiness.

everything that you’d been holding back flows freely in salty tears from tired eyes, scorching a path down the apples of your cheeks and mingling with the contents of the tub below. your boys, they don’t notice at first, how you cry and curl in on yourself until you think the world won’t notice you anymore but then just as they always do, they’re pulling you into their warmth and bubble of light— freeing you from black intrusive tendrils even if it means they have to crawl into the tub and wade their through the ocean you’ve made to set yourselves apart.

“don’t—!” you heave with an uneven voice, signs of you falling apart evident in every way. bakugou and deku pull away from you slowly, with dripping shirts and worry written across freckled faces and red eyes. they’re scared for you, hate seeing you force your feelings down and away from them. “please don’t touch me—you’ll—“

the water in the bathtub sloshes from where you retract from their touch, backing yourself up against the wall and away from your boys. “we’ll what?” izuku presses but only gently, keeping you afloat, stopping you from sinking and bakugou stays put in his place, letting the latter talk you down.

you shake your head, trying to think of the right words but it’s hard to, with the crashing waves heavy against your ears. how do you tell your lovers that everything hurts, to think and to feel, to live day by day. you don’t want to bother them with and an extra stress to their busy lives. but you can’t keep it in any longer, bursting at the seams. “you’ll drown. i-if i touch you, i’ll pull you under, you’ll drown with me and you won’t be able to breathe and all those horrible things that i think about will burn in your lungs until you give up fighting like me,” your tears and hiccups interrupt your words, but they listen. bakugou and deku, they listen and they stay.

“yn—“

“because if you do, then all that i feel will be a burden to you— i’ll break in ways that can’t be fixed and you’ll be forced to pick up the pieces and i’ll just be a burden,” you continue, not even pausing to take a breath while you continue to cry. “if you stay to pick up the pieces, you’ll be taken away from people who need you, who are worth saving, and can be helped and—“

you can’t recount how many nights, similar to this in which you wondered why and how two pro heroes could want and love you, why they dealt with your down days that sometimes outnumbered the ups— even if they’d shown you how much they cared, you couldn’t help but feel guilty as if your sadness took up their time to save someone else.

“you can be helped, yn. you don’t have to go what you’re going through alone, you’re worth the time and the effort of helping, no one deserves to suffer,” the green haired of your two boyfriends cuts through the tail ends of your words, still keeping distance until he knows it’s safe to touch you again. there is no look of condescending pity on his face, no sign to show you’ve pulled him into the dark of your mind. it’s just izuku, trying to help you pull through.

you look to katsuki hesitantly, he hasn’t said a word. “but i don’t want to be seen as...as weak, or to worry you because i can’t get out of my own head—“

“y’not fuckin’ weak, we’d never think that of you. we see you try to hide your pain, pretend things don’t get to you when they do. but fuckin’ handlin’ things on ya own can make y’stronger than any two heroes combined,” a look of anger flashes across his features, finer with age and tired with work. but bakugou isn’t angry with you, but with himself for leading you to believe that you were an extra weight on his shoulders. both of their shoulders. “yer not gonna get rid of us or scare us away, we love ya, we’re here for ya ‘n if it’s help that you need or think yer not worthy of, we’ll find some. it’s okay t’ask for help.”

maybe it’s hearing it from someone else, that your pain and your depression is valid, that you’re not an extra weight on the people you love that allows you to come up from a tar-like ocean for fresh air in your lungs, for the waves to calm and the storm raging in your mind to soothe. maybe it’s the two of your boyfriends being there for you despite the fear that you’d scare them away with not being okay that washes away some of the awful things you think.

you know that their support won’t make things go away over night, that it will take time for you to heal but for now you can keep your head above the water just long enough to breathe.

“can i touch you now? is it okay?” deku asks, feeling less distant from you than at the start of the day, but as your body shakes with the last of your tears all you manage is a nod before the number one hero is pulling you into his chest from the tub and the number two is wrapping a towel and his arms around you.

you sit sandwiched between the two, they keep you at the surface— holding you tight while you let out what you’ve been holding back. “we can get some help if y’want it, the doctors...therapy might be nerve wrackin’...scary even, but it can help and we’ll be there every single step of the fuckin’ way,” katsuki reasures you with pets to your head, rocking you back and forth on your bathroom floor, steam clinging to the air that you can finally breathe.

izuku nods along in agreement, pressing kisses to your wet hairline. “we’ll be here. you won’t be alone.”

the murkiness of the water in your mind starts to clear, but only just— their warmth starts to push through the clouds like sunshine brushing against your skin. a light to the dark that's plagued your every waking moment, the waves no longer crash and destroy but instead lap comfortingly at your painful thoughts and tame them just enough for you to have a moment of clarity.

you don’t have to be alone or millions of miles away, you deserve the hands of your loved ones that offer you help instead of pushing them away. the process of healing and things like therapy or meds will be hard sometimes, but katsuki and izuku will be here by your side, to help you manage days where darkness rolls in waves that hurt and help you breathe once again.

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skywalkerstyles · 3 years

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Poly Relationship With Bakugou, Todoroki and Deku

Imagine 13: over dramatic

Summary: the boys get jealous because you’re close to Kirishima. There’s a fight, words are exchanged.

Warnings: fight, hurt/comfort, possessiveness

“WHY THE HELL DID HE HAVE HIS ARM AROUND YOUR SHOULDERS Y/N?” Katsuki screamed at you. It would be laughable if this argument hadn’t been going for hours. You had gone to lunch with your friend, Kirishima and he had side hugged you goodbye. You didn’t know Izuku had been patrolling and seen, or that he’d tell your other boyfriends.

“It’s not a big deal Katsu. He’s a friend-“

“You sure about that?” Shoto’s eyes were dark, expression unforgiving. “According to Izuku, the two of you looked pretty chummy.” You glared at Izuku, but he stood by your boyfriends, arms crossed, glaring right back.

“So what?” You ask, throwing your hands up in the air, “I can’t have guy friends anymore.”

“The way he touched you wasn’t in a friendly way.” Izuku shot back.

“HE FUCKING SIDE HUGGED ME! ARE YOU JOKING!” You scream through tears. Katsuki scoffs.

“So you’d be okay if I grabbed Ururaka and and hugged her and felt up on her?” That struck a chord in you. You knew that what Kiri had done was nothing more than friendly. What Katsuki was suggesting...he insinuated something sexual. You grit your teeth, shoulders shaking as you grab your keys and your purse.

“Where are you going?” Izuku asks, a slight panic cracking his snarky tone.

“We aren’t done yet.” Shoto takes a step forward. You glare at him, the look of anger on your face stopping him in his tracks.

“I am. I’m done. With this. With you. I would never cheat on any of you. You’re fucking idiots if you think I would.....leave me the fuck alone.” You turn on your heel, leaving them speechless as you slam the door behind you.

You don’t know how long you’ve been driving. You shut your phone off and threw it in your glove box. You loved them but you were hurt and they needed to see that. You loved being with them, but you needed to breathe, to have a life outside of them. That shouldn’t be up for debate.

You finally pull into the parking lot of a motel and get a room. You toss and turn all night, fitfully sleeping. You aren’t used to being alone and the tears rip through you as your heart breaks. Didn’t they trust you? Would Katsuki really do that to you?

You wake up the next morning with a terrible headache and puffy eyes. After lying in bed staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours, you finally decide to head home.

When you get in the car you turn your phone on. You have to shut the ringer off because it blows up.

32 missed calls from boom baby💥🥵

85 text messages from my love😘😘

2 missed calls from Ice Daddy❄️🥵

15 texts from boom baby💥🥵

28 texts from Ice Daddy❄️🥵

8 missed calls from my love😘😘

You rub your temples as you play one voice mail from each of them, your heart hammering in your chest. If it was bad, you’d just wait, get your shit and leave.

Hey! Baby! Look I’m sorry...I just....call me back okay? This isn’t over....I.....we can’t be over.

Princess....please....let me know you’re safe

Little dove *sob*.....little dove please....I didn’t mean it....I didn’t. I love you...

You sit in the car, hands white knuckled on the steering wheel as you stare at the house you share with your boyfriends. You’re not sure you’re ready to forgive them yet, so you grit your teeth and get out, determined to ignore them.

Loud, frantic voices reach your ears the second you open the door.

“I’M GOING OUT TO FIND HER! WHO KNOWS WHERE SHE COULD BE!”

“We need to let her have her space-“

“I have to agree with Kachan Shoto. She could be hurt. We need to go-“

“This is hard for all of us. But pushing her right now is only going to upset her.”

You stand in the doorway of the kitchen. Midoriya is at the table, head in hands, hair in disarray. Katsuki has Shoto by the front of his shirt, growling at him and Shoto looks as calm as ever. None of them looked like they slept, still in the same clothes from the night before.

Izuku sees you first, lifting his head, his eyes meet yours.

“Little Dove.” He says breathlessly.

It’s like a starting shot.

All of them are scrambling towards you, knocking you back with force as they yank you into their arms and shower you with kisses and hugs, holding you like you’ll disappear.

“Little Dove we were so worried-“

“Thank you for coming home-“

“Don’t ever scare me like that again. Damnit, lost my mind worried about you-“ you pull back, holding your hands up to keep them at bay. You’re overwhelmed with emotion and struggling to keep it together.

“I....” you take a shaky breath. “I’m tired. I’m going to bed. We can talk when I get up.” Without another word you walk around them and towards the master bedroom. You climb into the California King bed and curl up, falling into an uneasy sleep.

It isn’t until they come sneaking into the room, crawling on the bed to cuddle you, that you finally fall asleep.

They’re hot headed, possessive assholes.

But they’re your assholes.

And you love them.

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boom-bakugou · 4 years

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‘Wedding Crashers’ - Katsuki Bakugou

A/N: Sorry for my inactivity but here’s a little sorry and thank you present for me hitting 1k! I love you all sm <3

Pairings: Pro Hero!Bakugou x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, ooc deku; but it’s more of a headcanon, semi-public sex

Summary: Your ex-boyfriend Izuku Midoriya inviting you to his wedding is a definite stab in yours and Katsuki Bakugou’s backs. But you’ll show him.

Word Count: 5k

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You had considered your morning to be relatively normal, breakfast not burnt, coffee just that right amount of bitter to stir you awake. But those happy moments of peaceful bliss were soon to be fleeting as your mail arrived. Sifting through the pile to what you assumed would be bank statements and bills; your fingers landed on a cream white envelope. Your name printed neatly in a cursive font that when you followed it with your eyes for too long it almost made you want to puke. Tearing it open haphazardly, you read the perfumed content inside.

‘Dear Y/N Y/LN,

We are very proud to invite you to the blah blah blah wedding of pro hero blah blah Izuku Midoriya and blah blah blah.

RSVP blah-‘

Wait what? The taste in your mouth was pitiful. Yes, you and Izuku had dated years prior and after being childhood friends, yet it didn’t end… swimmingly. But this didn’t feel like inviting a childhood friend to your happiest day, no, this felt like a backhanded swipe at your ex-girlfriend who was well known to the media to be single. Pro-Hero gossip magazines made sure of that.

Throwing the invitation onto your countertop, your eyebrows furrowed with spite. You felt weak almost, watching your ex-best friend grow up to be this bountiful hero with merch in every store that you went to. Though you had triumphed well in the hero charts yourself, nothing ever seemed to compare to him. The golden boy. You never really got over the fact that he ended things because being a single hero was more postable than one who was tied down. Until now. Mr. Big shot getting married. It really made you question your integrity,

Recuperating your thoughts, you realised your phone was buzzing on the couch next to you. Checking to see the influx of text messages, you saw Katsuki Bakugou’s name fill up your lockscreen with notifications.

Bakugou: tell me you got the stupid fuckin invite too

Bakugou: the nerve that nerd still fuckin has

Bakugou: inviting his childhood ‘friends’ after all this time

Bakugou: tch, one big publicity stunt if you ask me

You chuckle as you scroll through the messages, gladly knowing that you weren’t the only one feeling this way.

Y/N: so what’re we going to do about it?

Bakugou: what do you mean?

Y/N: well we can’t show him up at his own wedding but we can sure stir something of our own

Bakugou: well that idiot is marrying some nobody extra

Bakugou: probably to show how ‘great’ he is

Bakugou: so how about if two top pro heroes rsvp’d together?

Y/N: you mean us?

Bakugou: no, midnight and grape juice. of course us you idiot

The idea brewed in your head for a moment. Izuku had always been nice when he was younger, and Katsuki hadn’t exactly been the nicest towards him in return. You were always the mediator in those situations. However when Deku grew and grew in the hero charts he started to lose touch with reality. Not really remembering what being a hero was about besides having his face stuck on a lunch box and raking in the dough for it. It was sad. You didn’t know who he was anymore.

Y/N: fuck it, i’m in

“You know, don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a tux before.” You chuckle, arm linked around Bakugou’s as you stepped out of the chauffeured car together. You were here to make a scene. Paparazzi glistened everywhere like a moth to a candle flame. You couldn’t wait for the tabloids in all honesty.

“Shut up.” Bakugou grumbled, almost in embarrassment. But his smile didn’t show a hint of it. “Not looking too bad yourself.”

You had coordinated well. Your maroon dress flowed in the gentle summer breeze and matched perfectly to Bakugou’s equally coloured tux. You two were such a pair it was nigh impossible to not think that you two were together today. And the paparazzi made sure of that indefinitely.

You couldn’t lie about how the service was beautiful, because it was. However you didn’t need to hear the shutter clicks of a camera go off every few words they spoke. It was distracting, and you and Bakugou shared a glance each time it occurred. Stifling a giggle, you hoped no camera would pick that up. Even if they did, they’d probably pin it to ‘look at these other heroes wishing that they were the next to get married!’ they’d eat that shit uplike ambrosia.

“Can’t wait to see the reception.” You mumbled towards Bakugou, your plastic smiles never fading for the cameras. Izuku making a show of himself and his new bride.

Watching him was almost bittersweet. The happy memories of you three as children flashing behind your eyes. Now replaced with a fame hungry number one hero. Where had all the time gone?

“What’s got you so perplexed?” Katsuki asked, filtering your way through the crowd, making your way to the cars that would deliver you all to the reception.

“Just-“ You sigh, allowing the cover of other heroes to hide you from the all seeing eyes of the paparazzi. “I miss him, y’know? Miss how we used to be.”

“Tch.” Bakugou didn’t care about the scowl present on his face, your words ate him up like some sort of bacteria. “Thought you said that he was the most selfish guy you’d ever dated?”

“He was but like-” You watched Izuku’s back as he held his new partner’s hand. Waving to the cameras and not watching her, as lovely as she looked in her wedding gown. “As weird as it sounds, I sometimes miss high school.”

Bakugou’s eyes scanned your face, following your eyesight to Midoriya. Fucking extra. The thoughts swam around his head, polluting his mind. He knew Izuku’s break up with you had been a massive toll on your mental health and your ego. He made you think that you weren’t good enough for him, and Bakugou never got over that fact. How could he pass up on you for anything else?

Breaking apart from the conglomerative of wedding-goers, Bakugou lead you to one of the specially hired cars to take the guests to the reception. Despite Bakugou’s abrasive and rough nature, you couldn’t help but notice how delicately he held your hand. Not tugging you along or haphazardly grabbing you by your wrist, making you follow him. No, his fingers interlaced with yours and you felt the coarseness of his palms due to the explosive nature of his quirk.

“Katsu?”

“Hm?”

“You can let go of my hand now, we’re in the car.”

“Yeah- whatever.”

Catching up in the car, you both realise how little time you have to actually spend with each other. Though you and Bakugou communicate 1000 times more than you do with Midoriya, heroing keeps you both busy. No times like these to goof off and be with each other. You missed it, you missed your hot-headed idiot friend.

“Hope there’s less fuckin’ paparazzi here. Think I’m gonna go blind with those extras pointing them in my face.” Bakugou rolled down the tinted window a smidge to watch as the car drove into an old looking manor hall where guests had already begun to arrive.

Flowers decorated the ground and just as you two got your hopes up, you saw a line of paparazzi at each side of the staircase leading to the double-doored entrance.

“Well, it was worth a try.” You remark to him, patting his back as you chuckled to him.

Bakugou was the first to exit, standing beside the door so he could reach for your hand to help you out while you fixed your dress. Just as the two of you began to reach for each other's arms to walk into the reception together; there was a brusque tug to your dress. Upon further inspection, a member of the shutterbugs had stood on a long section of your dress. Allowing himself to get pictures of it stretched out and flowy.

“Hey!” Bakugou didn’t waste time on pushing him off the tail end of the dress. “Try anything funny like that again with my girl and say goodbye to that shitty camera of yours!”

The man nodded, slowly letting his camera hang loose on his neck. The rest of the cameramen easily caught the scene but you both couldn’t care less. What’s a wedding without a little drama?

“Thanks Katsuki.” You note with a soft smile.

Bakugou’s hand tenderly makes its way around the small of your back until his arm is holding you close to him as you walk inside. His hand sitting in a caring way at your hip to assure that nothing could come between you both. You could not wait for the media to plaster this fake-ness on every outlet that they could! However, you liked the thought of relishing in the attention right now.

Once the dining festivities had come and gone. It was time for their first dance. Watching as he held her under the blue lighting had your heart hurting slightly. The thought that that could’ve been you. But Bakugou was right. He’s probably marrying some quirkless nobody not only to make himself look better, but being with another hero is messy. You both had media eyes on you; but… you couldn’t help but wonder how different your life would be like if Midoriya was how he used to be.

You didn’t even notice Bakugou’s eyes on you the whole time. Not wanting to waste a second of his eyesight on the show Izuku was putting on. You were a sight of your own. How could you not see that you deserved someone better? Someone like him. You always spoke about how everyone was under a facade when supporting Deku, but you never correlated that to yourself.

After a short while, others began to join in on the large dance floor. Perfectly spacious for all the famous faces and their egos. Bakugou’s hand traced down your arm until his hand clasped with yours, gently leading you to the floor yourselves.

“What’re you doing?”

“Come on, who’s to say we can’t have some fun too huh?”

Smiling at him, you followed his lead. His hand occupying your waist before pulling you in closer to his chest. Flowing with the music, you couldn’t help the cheesy smile on your face; nor the one that spread to Bakugou’s.

“Why’s no one ever tied down Mr. Ground Zero then?” Your question takes Bakugou by surprise, showing a small blip in your combined graceful swaying to the music.

“No ones good enough.” Such a Bakugou answer.

“You’re sounding like Izuku, but he probably got that from the old you.” You jested, earning an eye roll from Bakugou. “I’m being serious! Come on you can tell me.”

It takes him a moment to figure out an answer, so much so that he doesn’t focus on dancing anymore. He just stands there holding you before locking eyes again.

“Just haven’t found the right person to deal with my bullshit I guess.”

There’s a beat of silence and your eyes search his face for answers. You didn’t even realise how close you were to him. His breath fanning your face, the smell of oak and fire and burning sweetness engulfed your senses. You also didn’t realise how the two of you sank closer and closer into one another.

“Hey Kacchan, mind if I steal her from you?”

Izuku’s voice almost sends you two flying away from each other like same sides of a magnet.

“Ask her yourself she’s not mine.” You turn from Bakugou to give a friendly smile to Midoriya, allowing your hand to rest in his. “I’ll be at the bar. Free drinks and all.”

His answers are short, curt. Yet before you can ask him if he’s alright Deku spins you and begins to dance with you in his arms at the tempo of the new music track that’s playing.

“Long time no see Y/N!” His manner has always been so chipper, despite the facade of it all. Though Bakugou and you went there to purposefully to cause discourse; you don’t think you have it in you to be mean to Izuku’s face.

“Yeah, look at you! Married man now, must be scary.” You chuckle, almost nervously. It was like speaking to a stranger.

“Well I guess I’ll find out! But come on that’s been the subject of the whole day! I wanna know about you and Kacchan.” You felt like Bakugou right now, the old nickname boiling your blood as it did his. There was no doubt Izuku took influence from Bakugou and his fiery personality; but he took it in all the wrong ways. Using confidence to become cold, uncaring.

“Oh- haha, Katsuki and I aren’t-“

“Y/N. Don’t lie to me! I can see the way he’s burning holes in my tux from over here.”

Turning you to the music so you could face where Katsuki was standing, you peaked behind Midoriya’s arm to see Bakugou with an all too familiar scowl on his face. Chasing down a beverage in a crystalline glass in one easy gulp.

“If you ask me Midoriya he’s always looked at you that way.” You laugh your statement off but you meant it with malice.

“Midoriya? Feeling formal today are we Y/N?” He had completely lost touch of who he used to be. “I used to look at you like that when I saw you with other guys, I know what that look is.”

His comment stops you dead in your tracks, not allowing for him to swing you to and fro to the music.

“Actually Midoriya I don’t even remember you looking me with jealous intent other than when I was higher than you on the hero charts.” Shaking yourself free from his towering position on you, you stormed off to the patio doors, letting yourself be eaten by the oncoming darkness of night.

Crying at your ex’s wedding. Not something you’d think you’d ever do in your lifetime but here you were. Thankfully you couldn’t see any reporters or such outside so for now, it was just you and your tears. Maybe you were too harsh on him? You used to be friends right? What happened to that kid who wanted to be a hero who you looked up to? What happened to the boyfriend you had who kissed you goodnight and ignored you when your face was on the TV more than him or snapped at you when he was announced lower than you and broke up with you because ‘heroes dating are messy!’ No. Bakugou was right. He was a self-righteous bastard now.

“Y/N?”

You half expected Midoriya to come out after you but he was probably entertaining other guests. Luckily, as you turned you saw Bakugou standing outside with you, signature hands in his pockets with a dumb, sympathetic smirk on his face.

“Hey.”

“I promise I didn’t punch that asshole at his own wedding but I can tell you he got a fuckin’ earful from me. Hope the paps got a good pic.” His tone was joking but it hadn’t cracked a smile from you yet.

“S’alright. Wouldn’t give two shits if you did.” You sniffled, collecting mascara tears on your fingers and wiping them on the decorative concrete bannisters of the balcony. “Shouldn’t’ve fucking come. This was stupid I have too much baggage for this shit.”

You turned away from him, allowing yourself to lean out on the barrier, looking into the distance on the warm night. You could hear Bakugou give a small sigh before his arms snuck around your waist, pulling your back into his chest before placing a chaste kiss on the top of your head.

“That fuckin’ idiot didn’t know what he lost and it’s my fault for influencin’ him.” The pain in his voice was evident. Did Bakugou blame himself for the hurt Midoriya caused you?

“Katsu-“

“No. That extra is so blinded by the shit everyone has to say that he’s forgotten what real life is. Doesn’t care about his stupid fans or his friends or the best most understanding girl in the whole fucking world. A girl I know does the best for everyone no matter what her own situation is.” You turn around to face him, not wanting to leave his embrace. “Y/N. No matter how much I’ve always wanted to fuckin’ win I’ve just wanted the best for you. And when that bastard did what he did to you- I- fuck. You look at him, like you’re waiting for him to just notice you; but every time I see you it’s like I’m seeing you set the stars in the sky every fuckin night. You just- you’re fuckin’ everything to me Y/N.”

It was completely silent on the balcony besides the low thump of the music from indoors, but it was deafening. But it all faded when his lips attached to yours. It was so clear. All that pining over Midoriya when he was just copying the one who actually saw you for who you were. He even copied Bakugou’s crush on you, most likely to make him jealous. But your mind had no time to think of that when all you could feel was Bakugou.

It was like you had never been kissed before, never felt the love and sensuality behind it. Soft and moist but breathy and warm. For once Bakugou didn’t wish to win a battle, he wanted unity and to be together with you. His hands danced over the delicate curves of you in your dress; taking in every inch of your perfect body. The gasp that fell from your mouth was perfect entrance for Bakugou’s tongue to mingle with yours. The sparks hot and electric between you both was like liquid lightning.

Just as your hands found home in his hair, you heard the all too familiar sound of today of a photo being taken. Bakugou is the first to break the kiss to find the intruder of your special moment. Your lips already feel blushed and bruised but your heart was nearly pounding out your chest.

“Fuckin’ print that in your gossip magazine you extra!” Bakugou couldn’t help but heartily laugh at the man as he shook with worry after catching the intimate moment. He wanted to show you off. He wasn’t ashamed that his lips had captured you to be his.

“Let’s go somewhere more private.” He whispers into your ear and you eagerly nod, grasping his one hand with your two as the both of you manouvered your way through the wedding guests until you finally found a small closet down a hallway where no one from the party had entered.

Slamming the door shut behind you, your eyes drank in Bakugou’s frame. How had you missed that small boy you once knew had now become this beefy, beautiful man? Who was looking at you with the same awe and intent? Bakugou cornered you against the door of the supply closet, latching his lips together with yours once again as if he was scared he’d never be able to taste you again.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect.” Katsuki’s lips mashed with yours as his hands slid up your dress, the coarseness of his fingers against your soft skin sending shivers down your spine.

All those years of being a hero really showed on Bakugou, he lifted you with ease as your fingers traced scars on the back of his neck; holding on for support. His hips pin you against the door and you feel his cock hardening between the fabric of your underwear and his suit pants, you can’t help the whimper escaping your lips at the friction of him.

Bakugou’s hands slip under the straps of your dress, letting them fall delicately to your sides as his lips ensnare yours. His grunts and your whimpers enough to make any passerby know what was going on in the confined space of the closet. His fingers glide beneath the dress which allowed it to fall further as Bakugou felt the weight of your breasts in his palms.

“God you’re fucking everything princess.” His fingers slide beneath the lacy fabric to thumb your nipples, perking and tugging it with his forefinger.

Breaking the kiss, his head lowers to encapsulate the bud in his mouth. Gently suckling it before rolling it feverishly between his teeth. Your hands snaking through his hair only spurring the assault on your supple flesh. Biting your lip to stop the obvious moans that were threatening to spill out of your mouth. You swore you could see stars as his tongue flicked against the pointed nub- sending your nerves wild.

“Bet that fucking extra never treated you like this baby.” He matched your height, his gaze never leaving your own as he took both of your tits out of your bra; kneading the flesh and buds of your nipples as he spoke. “Just wanted to get himself off, I know how to fuckin’ treat you right.”

“Then do it… Kacchan.” You spoke with such gusto in your breathy state, knowing that the old nickname would make him see red. And god did it send him feral.

His body pressed you further into the door, even if it felt like he couldn’t. The aching feel of his cock rubbing against your clothed core made you mewl in want of him. His fingers slid beneath the hem of your dress and made little pricking motions into your inner thighs until he traced a slit over your panties.

“Shit you’re fucking wet.” The pads of his fingers kneading against where you wanted him most, a chuckle falling his lips as your hips did their best to try and get any sort of relief.

“Katsuki please- please fuck oh my god-“ Your neck craned back as you felt your body take control. The low growl in Bakugou’s throat at the sight of you barely touched and already begging for him.

Tracing his fingers along your décolletage he stopped when he met your parted lips before roughly shoving his fingers in your mouth, pressing down the body of your tongue.

“Please please please-“ Katsuki mocked. “Please what princess? Better use your fuckin’ words or else.”

An insufferable smirk played upon his lips as he felt your cunt clench around nothing at his dirty words. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he wiped the remnants of your spit across your tits; awaiting for your response.

“Fuck me Katsuki- please you’re all I want. God you’re all I need.” Although said in your aroused state. You meant it- and he knew that.

Not wasting any more of the precious time you two had before you were inevitably found out considering your blatant disregard for being quiet; Bakugou used his hand to tug off his belt. Nearly setting his suit pants on fire as his quirk crackled in anticipation for you.

Your body clung to Bakugou’s for support, his whole body easily keeping your pinned high between himself and the door. Once his lower half was sufficiently stripped, it was easy enough for him to rip the sides of your underwear off.

“Katsu-“

“Shut up.”

Not wanting to disagree; you did. Hips bucking against nothing as the cool air prickled at your hot cunt. Bakugou held his manhood in his hand, rubbing the head of it in your slick and providing stimulation to your clit. Your thighs tightening around his waist like a vice grip at the well needed attention.

“You’re fuckin’ soaking baby. So needy.” Bakugou mumbled against your neck, allowing himself and you to get off momentarily at the friction. You could only nod to his words which were making you more and more wet for him. He was such a tease.

“Come on princess. Tell me you want my cock. Tell me.” His voice growled as he repeated himself, leaving marks upon your nape that would surely bruise because of his harsh bites and sucklings.

“Katsuki I need you- only you. Only you.” Your repetition is barely a whisper but he heard it, and despite his rough nature Bakugou confines your lips in a kiss as he sheaths himself inside of you.

Taking a few slow thrusts to allow yourself to adapt to his size, it’s only a moment before Bakugou completely bottoms out inside of you. He watches your face shiver in pleasure which he mirrors. He clasps your hips so firmly his knuckles turn white; it didn’t even hurt as all you could focus on was him inside you. Your hands find their way to his biceps, gripping on for some tension relief and you could still feel his muscles flex even beneath his suede blazer and the shirt.

“What a good fuckin’ girl, taking my cock like this.” Bakugou’s voice is a low growl as he thrusts into you, the sounds of your clothes brushing against one another and the slaps of your skin interacting was like a sinful symphony.

The smell of caramel danced in your brain as Bakugou worked up a sweat absolutely pummeling himself into your sex. You grasped onto him as if your life depended on it, moaning into his neck as his cock slid in and out of you. You didn’t even know how much time was passing as he rutted himself into you relentlessly- yet as you both came to your highs, you could both barely move from the thrill of it all.

Steadying your breaths back to a regular pace; Bakugou slid you down from where he had pinned you against the door and let you fix yourself as he then did himself. You sorted your dress and pulled any tugs from your hair when he had pulled it before slapping Bakugou’s arm.

“You dick! You ripped my underwear!”

“Hot.” He chuckled, fixing his belt loops and stuffing the ripped panties into his pocket.

“Not funny! I’m not parading about with no underwear on!”

“We’re getting the fuck out of this extras stupid wedding. You can wear my clothes at my place.” Suitably sorted and not looking like you had just had the brains fucked out of you in a closet (despite the reddening bites and bruises that were now appearing on your neck), Bakugou held you close. Yet instead of taking the corridor to the exit, he was leading you back to the main dance hall.

“Where’re we going?” You hashly whispered to Bakugou, your thighs still wet from your slick and the cool air against your unclothed pussy making you heat up from embarrassment.

“Gots to do one thing before we go.” There’s a shit eating grin on his face, you couldn't help but wonder what on earth he was planning now.

Midoriya stood talking to other heroes all dressed in their formal attire and Bakugou (with no consideration of their conversation) roughly tapped his shoulder to get his immediate attention. His arm around your waist was so tight but being see with Bakugou like this made you feel almost proud.

“We’re just heading off.” Bakugou had replaced his smile for his usual scowl, something he had always looked at Izuku with.

“Going so soon? It’ll be a shame you guys!” Izuku’s voice was plastered in falsehood. He probably regretted trying to gloat over you two. Bakugou held out his hand for Midoriya to shake it, your brows furrowed on what was obviously a stepping stone to Bakugou’s plan.

“I know I might not be better at you right now in the hero charts.”

Uh oh.

“I’m glad you’ve finally come to recognise that Kaccha-“

“But I am better at you at something for sure.”

Bakugou used Midoriya’s hand in his to pull him closer, readying himself to whisper in his ear.

“Cause I just fucked the shit out of your ex-girlfriend and I know you never made her come as hard as I did.”

Your face burned with the heat of a million suns, but the glower on Izuku’s face was priceless. And you couldn’t help but see the flash of a camera capture the moment as Bakugou’s hand fell from his and slipped once again around your waist.

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