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star-centric · 8 months

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Would it be okay to see a platonic story about reader being new to UA academy and Kendo Itsuka? Reader has a Pinocchio quirk, meaning her nose grows longer on command, but it's very sturdy and won't break. She's self conscious about, but Itsuka Kendo helps reader feel more empowered by her quirk.

Kendo Itsuka Helping Self Conscious!Reader

Pairing: Kendo Itsuka x Gender!Neutral Reader (Platonic)

A/N: I just realized that I never written for her out of my 2-3 (I think?) years of writing and that is a crime 😔 also I changed this to a gender neutral reader so hope that’s okay! (Also credit to @/cafekitsune for the dividers! Here’s a link to their navi)

CW: a bit of negative thoughts from the reader but ends in fluff, platonic relationship (ftw!!), kendo and reader are gonna be bffs bc they both deserve the world ✨, gender neutral reader

When Kendo first introduced herself to you, she noticed how shy you were. You didn’t make eye contact and you fidgeted with your fingers.

She didn’t take offense to it- she remembers how jittery she was on her first day, it’s normal that you would be feeling the same way on your first day too. But she did notice how tense you were when the others began to ask you what your quirk was. The look in your eyes and the shaky tone only showed that you were getting anxious, and she was already guiding people back to their desks.

The thankful look you shot her made her smile, “It’s no worries! I know how they can get, trust me.”

The small smile and laugh you gave made her hopeful that you would come out of your shell in due time- and you were!

You were starting to warm up to the class after some time, finally getting used to their own antics (the horrified look you gave when you saw her hit Monoma with her quirk quickly became a favorite memory with the other students). It was nice to see- and the growing bond between you was an added bonus.

Everything was going fine- until it was time to train.

Whenever it was time to suit up into the hero costumes, you would go to Vlad King feigning that you were sick. Kendo would offer to walk you to the nurses office, but you would hurry off without her, telling her not to stop her training because of you.

She wasn’t calling you a liar, but she knew something wasn’t right. You never looked sick- apprehensive was the better word- but you were definitely worried about something else.

When you couldn’t get out of training anymore, you chose to train in a corner, hiding away from everyone else. Kendo connected the dots- it was definitely something with your quirk. But she never pushed for you to tell her anything- the only hint that she got was how you would cover parts of your face. It made her curious- but not enough to put you in an uncomfortable position.

Regardless of how careful she tried to be, your secret was then revealed.

Tetsutetsu wasn’t a careful fighter, getting lost in the moment whenever you spars with anyone. He’s careful enough not to hurt anyone, but not careful enough in how much damage he causes to his surroundings.

A punch to the concrete wall left it crumbling down and in shambles.

It also revealed what you were so afraid of showing.

Your quirk.

As Vlad King was growling at Tetsutetsu to not be so careless, Kendo’s eyes followed and were soon locked on your nose. Your extended nose, currently piercing another wall before retracting back.

You look mortifed, body stiff and frozen as more students became aware of you.

Kendo reached out her hands, mouth open to try and calm you-

“Woah, so that’s your quirk?”

“Ha, it’s like you’re Pinocchio!”

Murmurs starting to fill the air, and all eyes were now landing on you. Kendo could see you starting to tremble from where she was standing and was about to scold the others when she heard it.

A sniffle.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and your nose shrunk back to its size as you covered it mortified.

Kendo knew he wasn’t trying to be malicious, but his words didn’t help at all. She called out to you as you ran off.

She didn’t hesitate to chase after you.

You are so stupid.

You knew you should have never applied for U.A., let alone the hero course- but you let your parents and the little friends that you have to convince you. What were you thinking? That you could really be a hero with a quirk like yours?

Your quirk wasn’t amazing- it wasn’t flashy, it wasn’t that strong- if anything, it cost you more problems than ever.

Who would look at someone like you as a hero?

When you first discovered your power as a child, you were excited. You showed your parents just how far your nose could grow and how strong it was- you were just an innocent child, rambling at how you could be an amazing hero even if it wasn’t like All Mights.

But when you showed other kids, they didn’t look at you ecstatic- it was the complete opposite.

You were called weird, weak, ugly- you were laughed at, and the excitement you did feel only turned to tears as every insult just echoed back in your mind.

You could still hear it now, playing back in your head as you tried to stifle your cries on the roof. You decided that after today, you should withdraw from U.A. You would apologize to Mr. King and the principal for wasting everyone’s time and taking someone’s position that could be a true hero, and then go back home a disappointment. You could find a simple job somewhere, never having to show your quirk to anyone ever again-

“There you are!”

You choked and turned back to see Kendo panting- did she chase after you?

She sat down next to you. She let out a breath she was holding, “I’m glad you’re still here- I didn’t know where you went!”

Kendo smiled, but you didn’t have the nerve to return it.

The air between you was silent, both of you gazing up at the sky. You tried your best to wipe your tears, already beyond embarrassed by today-

“I…know how it feels.”

Kendo pulled out a handkerchief and placed it in your trembling hand. Her eyes were soft with an understanding smile, “I used to think the same way.”

“Really?” Kendo of all people used to feel the way you felt? She’s so confident and powerful that you almost found it hard to believe.

“Yeah,” she nodded, eyes lowering as her tone turned somber. “Some people still get weirded out about my quirk believe it or not. Some people think I’m cute until they see my giant hands- but it doesn’t bother me anymore. If anything, the faces they make can be kinda funny.” She chuckled.

“How- how did you get over it?” You asked, dried tears staining your cheeks but eyes remaining hopeful.

“Because I knew that I can save people- and I know that you can too!”

Kendo grabbed both of your hands, gently squeezing them but eyes full of determination. She called your name, “Listen, it doesn’t matter what your quirk does- all that matters is how you use it. There’s nothing wrong with your ability- just like there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“There’s nothing wrong with your quirk or with how you look. You got into U.A. for a reason- you’re so strong, kind- you have all the qualities of a hero already.” Kendo flashed a bright smile at you, and you felt tears start to well in your eyes again.

“You’re not alone- we’re all here to support each other and that includes you now, okay?”

Kendo didn’t have time to react when you lunged toward her, wrapping your arms tight around her, sobbing into her shoulder. She was worried for a moment, before she heard your muffled, choked out ‘thank yous’.

She gently smiled and returned the hug.

When you both walked back to the dorms, you were already expecting a lot of invading questions- but you weren’t expecting them to be so…supportive?

“I’m so sorry about earlier! That totally wasn’t okay and I didn’t mean to make you cry!”

“Oh it’s okay! You shouldn’t blame yourself- if anything I should be the one apologizing. None of that was on you.” You reassured Tetsutetsu.

“The fact that your nose can punch through concrete and that you didn’t even flinch is amazing! I wonder if it’s a hardening quirk like yours Tetsutetsu?” Another student questioned.

“Let’s do our best together-”

“-in crushing those lowlifes in Class 1-A!”

“Okay guys, give them some space- it’s been a long day and it’s getting late.” Kendo shooed the mini crowd away, but they made sure to say goodnight to both of you- it was a warming feeling.

“Um, Kendo?”

“Hm?” You waited until the common room was empty before clearing your throat.

“Thank you again for…everything. You really don’t know how much that meant to me.” You sincerely spoke. It made Kendo smile.

“Of course- what else are friends for?”

For the first time ever since she met you, your smile reached your eyes- and Kendo hoped that it wasn’t the last time seeing it.

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ofinkandpaper · 1 year

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A Changed World

Yandere!Villian!MHA x Reader

Hello! Finally, after nearly an entire year, I have finally finished chapter two with the gracious help and beta reading of @cupidcreates ❤️ So many things have been going on in my personal life and I really appreciate y'all's patience with this. Also, to clarify why I tag certain characters though they don't appear in a this chapter: they are referenced and are an important character to the story as a whole, so it makes it easier for me to keep track of what tags I should put on each chapter when they're all the same.

Note: The characters are aged up. As the story progresses, I will tag each chapter with respective trigger and content warnings, which may include mentions of murder, assault, cannibalism, stalking, torture, arson, terrorism, and other felonies, Yandere themes, Sexual assault, Mental illness, abuse. I do not own MHA nor do these personalities represent the writers, characters or VAs of the show. This is strictly fiction and for entertainment purposes only.

**Trigger Warnings: Implied Stalking/Being Watched

Word Count: 3,566

Taglist: @lolawassad @letskidaddle @youngbeansprout @bakuhoes-dumbass @cupidcreates

"Okay, so here's what I'm thinking." You glanced up from your computer for a moment, pausing in writing the few reports Tamaki had asked you for to give Kendo the small amount of attention you knew would be needed for her to continue talking.

Her casual drone, when comfortable, made for nice background noise and gave you a sense of peace.

"You could always move in with me! Sure, you may have to deal with Monoma every once in a while, but he's mellowed out a bit since we graduated so he isn't as much of a nuisance as he used to be." The thought made you scoff, but gave you a tiny bit of hope for the blonde man. Even with as much hate as he spewed at your fellow classmates, you had a small soft spot for him. As far as you could recall, you were one of the few that he had actually confided in when it came to his quirk insecurity - whether a copying quirk was a good fit for hero work or not, and not having much support about it in his childhood. Sometimes it made you wonder, a little dejectedly, if he had been making a jab at your own quirk. Sure it wasn't anything fancy like Hawks' was, but you liked it well enough.

"You of all people know I don't actually mind being around him, Itsuka." You huffed a laugh and went back to typing, "Besides, I can tell you right now I'm not a good roommate. Partially due to my quirk and partially due to how much I enjoy being alone sometimes."

"Oh please, if I could handle you in the UA dorms, I can handle you in a regular living situation." You could almost feel the force of her eye roll as you hear her flop back onto your bed. You glance at the clock to check the time before continuing to type, making a silent promise to finish this one report and send what you have done while promising Tamaki you would finish the rest tomorrow.

You wanted at least a few hours with your friend while she was here, you know?

"Honestly, I think you only managed that because of Monoma and Tetsutetsu." You smirk and glance her way again. Again, she scoffed and waved a hand dismissively as she turned her attention to her phone. Once more, back to the paperwork grind, you pushed through the last few sentences before sending them off to their respective destinations.

"Oh. There was one other thing I wanted to ask about." You swivel to face Kendo, frowning as she sat up and gave you the most serious look you've seen on her the entire day.

"What's up?"

"Are you really okay living here? With all the gang activity?"

The sudden weight of her questions caused a slight tension to rise over your body and your expression to fall a touch. You turned away from her as you thought of an answer, staring blankly at your keyboard. You could hear her shifting - uncomfortably, you assumed - as she tried to wait patiently for your response.

It was hard to think of an answer that didn't sound like there was some lie to it. Sure, you were used to the gangs, and appreciated that they didn't make your life as much of hell as they probably could… but that didn't mean you were entirely comfortable with them getting away with strong arming innocent civilians just because they knew the local heroes weren't supported enough to be able to stand up confidently and fully against them.

In all honesty, you had half a mind sometimes to leave Tamaki's agency and join the local one to add some backbone to the force.

"It's alright… it's not exactly what I would really want, but it's what I can afford at the moment.” You pause and give a shrug, “And the gangs haven’t been too bad recently. Just wish the hero agency in this area had a bit more support so they could actually do something about it all.”

Kendo was quiet as she took in your words, and with your attention away from her, her expression neutralized. It would have been easy for you to see the thoughts that swirled behind her eyes; thinking of how she could help and who she could talk to about either easing the situation in your neighborhood or getting you to move elsewhere. Having known you since your schooling days, she knew you were a stubborn one - she could almost put you on par with Midorya and Bakugo, if she were being completely honest.

Maybe a talk with Nejire was in order.

She forced a smile on her lips as she stood and went over, humming as she placed a hand on your shoulder. You looked up at her, finding a soft smile coming easy to you in response to her own.

“Well, while you figure out what you want to really do - don’t lie to me, I can tell you’re thinking about it - remember you have a plethora of people who have your back if you ever wanna move out.”

You sigh and nod, softly mentioning Tamaki’s offer to help you move closer to his agency. There was a sudden, but subtle, stiffness in her hand, though before you could really question it, she relaxed and moved away towards the bedroom door.

“Why haven’t you taken him up on it yet? Oh, and did you want any tea?” She pauses at the door, waiting for your answer. You hum and nod, standing to follow her to the kitchen. This small moment made you glad she still felt comfortable enough with you to know she could make use of your home-space as if it were her own.

“I don’t know… if I’m being honest, I just really don’t want to feel like I’m taking advantage of his kindness. Like, getting me an entire house? That’s a lot - way too much! I could never just casually go ‘oh sure, thanks boss!’ to something like that.” You hoisted yourself up onto the counter, swinging your legs a little as you watch Kendo shuffling around getting the kettle and mugs set up. She raised a brow and glanced your way for a moment as she turned the oven on to start boiling the water.

“A house? I thought his offer was for an apartment.” You make an elongated noise, accompanied by the shrug of your shoulders and one of your hands swaying side to side in a ‘maybe’ gesture.

“House, apartment… he’s offered a few different options, including moving in with him,” Again you shrug, “But, again, it's nothing that I can easily accept from him. Not only do I not wanna seem like a burden that needs to be protected, but I also don’t want to step on his toes and feel like I’m taking advantage of his kindness.”

She seemed to fall quiet in her thoughts as she watched the kettle, waiting for the whistle to signal that the water was ready. You let yourself relax a little further and rest your head against the edge of the cabinets while surveying the rest of the kitchen casually. Would it really be so bad if you decided to take one of them up on their offer to move in? Well, Tamaki did offer first - but Kendo was, as you felt, a closer friend. Glancing up at the ceiling, you contemplated if there had been anyone else that you could recall offering you a place to stay that wasn’t infested with more gang activity than a single hero could handle; you pull a blank as the kettle begins to whistle. Kendo picks it up and softly asks you to hold the tea bag strings in place as she pours. You were glad to do it; it gave your mind something else to focus on, and your hands something to do.

“I don’t think he would ever consider it as being taken advantage of. He is the one that offered in the first place.” She smiled and set the kettle on a cool stove burner before picking up and handing you one of the mugs. You gave her a soft thanks, accompanied by a roll of your eyes.

“That is true, but he is still my boss. If it isn’t the thought of taking advantage of his kindness, then I could only imagine what the more immature members of the agency would think if they caught wind.” That got a responsive giggle as the red haired girl shook her head almost wildly; you were pretty sure that if she hadn’t had that cup of tea in her hands, pressed against her chest, she would be waving her hands all over the place.

“I don’t even want to think about that! I’ve seen some of the members of your agency - I’m honestly surprised Suneater hasn’t said anything to them about their behaviour yet.” For some reason, her calling Tamaki by his hero name gave you pause to ponder slightly - had you been the only one to call him by his name this entire time? And why did it feel weird to hear him being referred to as anything beyond his name? You shake the thoughts before you could dive too far down that specific rabbit hole.

“I’m not sure, but I do recall him talking to a few at one point. Must’ve been really bad considering how they ended up acting like absolutely perfect angels after their private conversation with him.” You sipped your tea and let your mind wander again for a moment. What had those few done that caused Tamaki to actually reprimand them like he had, and not any of the other kinds of offenders? Kendo shrugged and took a sip of her own tea. However, before she could speak, her phone began to ring from the bedroom. Excusing herself, she set down her mug and darted off to answer it - you hoped you hadn’t kept her for too long. She hadn’t even mentioned if she was on call for hero work today or not before coming over to hang out.

You continued to nurse your tea, carefully leaping down from the counter so as not to knock her mug over in the process or spill any of yours. You meander into the living room and ponder if you wanted to either watch TV or grab a book to read. Or, as the thought came, you could go grab your own phone and either mindlessly scroll through social media or read fanfiction of your favorite shows and movies. You had a bit of a guilty pleasure when it came to reader inserts - though you weren’t sure why you called it guilty when it was a perfectly acceptable form of written media for your consumption!

You turned towards the bedroom as Kendo came back out, a pout on her lips as she went to her mug to take a few more quick sips before dumping the rest. Your brows furrowed in silent question when she finally turned towards you.

“Got called in to help with a few rougher captures.” She sighed and shook her head, “Guess the newbies weren’t as well trained in the area as we thought they were.”

“That’s understandable, was anyone hurt?”

“No casualties yet, but if you want I can keep you up to date on the progress?” You nod and she smiled, returning it before striding over to grab her bag. Instead of her usual hug and verbal goodbyes, she gave you a quiet wave as she slipped out the door. You sigh and glance around the room again before sitting down and flicking the TV on to see if there was anything good on at the moment, or if you were going to have to switch over to one of your streaming services.

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The moment the door shut behind her, Kendo sighed and pulled her phone out to redial Nejire-Chan.

Hello~?

“Just left their apartment, everything seems to be fine.” She spoke softly as she moved away from the door, keeping her head down as an unexpectedly deep frown found a home on her lips. She heard Nejire hum from the other end for a moment or two before she spoke again.

I’m glad to hear it! Gotta make sure Suneater’s little star stays safe… though, you seem to be troubled by something? The question almost caused Kendo to laugh, even over the phone no one could keep even a single thought from the woman’s notice.

“Did you know he had offered them to move in with him?” There was a pause on the other end before a playful groan.

Seriously? Talk about a bold move - never would’ve expected something like that from him! There was a giggle But, at the same time, too forward of a question when he doesn’t even know if they like him back or not.

“Well, from the sounds of it, they were really giving it some thought after I offered to let them move in with me.” There was another giggle and the clicking of the lavender headed hero’s tongue.

Now, don’t go around making promises you can’t keep. You have orders to keep an eye on them, not make moves! This got a full laugh instead of the usual giggles as Kendo’s cheeks burned from a flustered embarrassment. She hadn’t thought about it like that when she first offered, but there was a flutter in her chest at the thought of the domestic kind of life she could have with one of her best friends. Did she have a crush on them? She wasn’t sure, and didn’t even know where to begin trying to figure that out. Instead, she cleared her throat and decided to pull the topic in a different direction.

“Have you heard word from Monoma yet about..?”

Not yet, but I’m sure it won’t take long for LeMillion and Deku to show back up on the radar. I’m still curious as to what they were needed for over in America. Kendo could practically hear the pout through the phone call, which brought the smile back to her lips and pulled her mind from her previous thoughts.

She looked around her before walking up to the bus stop and sitting down, wrapping her arms around her bag to keep it close to her chest while she swung her legs. She got an odd fulfilled sensation whenever her feet would scrape against the concrete beneath her.

“I’m sure they’ll tell us all about it when they come home - if it wasn’t too confidential at least.” Nejire-Chan hummed in agreement. As she heard the other hero take a breath to begin speaking again, there was a soft voice on the other end catching her attention. Nejire pardoned herself for a moment and lowered the phone just enough to muffle the conversation, though Kendo could still hear it relatively well. Just as she’d been told before, it was about those villains she had to help get put into the system.

At least she hadn’t needed to tell them a lie when she had to leave, now that she thought about it.

Hey, I need to talk to you later. Let me know when you make it in! As she was hanging up, Nejire’s voice could be heard instructing the sidekick on what they should do in regards to whatever the question was they had asked.

Pulling the phone fully from her ear, she glanced around the bus stop and down both ways of the street for any sign of the bus before looking back down at her phone to scroll through her camera roll on a whim, also because she figured it was better than pulling a book up and getting sucked into the story while she was supposed to be at least somewhat focused on watching for when the bus came.

It felt like so long since any of them were in UA, and she was glad she was able to get so many memories saved into her phone during their time… it also felt a little weird that, now that she was thinking about it, that she managed to still have the same phone that she had all through school. Just that responsible with it, she supposed.

Scrolling through, there were plenty of pictures of Class B - a decent chunk of which were just evidence of times when Tetsutetsu and Monoma would steal her phone for impromptu photo sessions with the rest of the class. The memories made her eyes roll with a fond smile on her lips; she hadn’t heard much from Tetsu in a while, but that was to be expected when he was constantly on the job with Kirishima. Meanwhile, it was nearly impossible for her to get away from…

She blinked in surprise, opening one photo she had no recollection of finding before now. It was a selfie of Monoma and Tetsu on either side of… them. All three of them were smiling wide, as though laughing about something, and Monoma actually, genuinely, looked happier than she had ever really seen him before. Her smile came back, fonder than before, and her cheeks flushed a soft pink. For all the trouble he caused them, she really couldn’t imagine not having him as a friend. Any of them, really. She cleared her throat and put her phone down to keep herself from going emotionally overboard from the nostalgia, and just in time for the bus to arrive as well.

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The rush of the air outside the airplane cabin was calming, though his leg continued to jitter as he watched the clouds pass by. He was eager to get home and sleep in his own bed, patrol his own streets… see his friends. Needless to say, he was homesick, but he was on the track back home so it wasn’t too bad anymore. It had been months since they were last in Japan, and as much as he loved being over in America to learn and do some network connecting, he was more than ready to be back. Not to mention he was ready to have authentic Japanese food again from his favorite restaurants . Maybe he could drop by his mom’s place and get something homemade…

“You’re looking a lot better there, Deku!” The green haired man blinked and looked up at his traveling companion, his smile brighter than the sun - as per usual. Deku returned the smile, though a softer version, and nodded.

“I’m excited to be back home. I wonder how everyone’s doing.” He turned back to the window as Mirio sat across from him and looked out his own window. One of the perks of being a top five pro hero: getting to take a private plane instead of flying commercial - not that there was anything wrong with it! He just… wasn’t comfortable with tight spaces with very little options for maneuverability.

“I’m sure they’re doing just fine, though I’m also sure you knew that.” Mirio chuckled and turned his attention to Deku, “Especially with how you’ve been constantly exchanging emails with almost everyone during our time abroad.” Deku laughed and rubbed the back of his head. It was hard not to constantly be checking for new messages during their away time. Was that clingy of him? He didn’t really think so, and he was pretty sure someone would’ve told him to chill out with the instant replies. Even Bakugo hadn’t told him off about how quick he was to respond, which was a little bit of a surprise.

“Fair. How has Suneater and Nejire-Chan been, by the way? I know you’ve been keeping up with them.” Deku turned from the window and looked at Mirio, who he was surprised to see had a conspiratorial smile and was raising his eyebrows up and down.

“Nejire told me Tamaki has a crush on one of his sidekicks!” The blonde was moving to pull out his phone to flip through his messages while Deku tried to pick up his jaw from the floor.

“That’s great! Who is it?” Mirio held his phone out to him. On the screen was a picture of Tamaki and a hero dressed in a black and white suit with white owl wings.

“She hasn’t given me their name yet, wanting me to introduce myself to them in person first so I don’t spook them or let on that they were talked about behind their back. Not that talking about a friend’s crush is all that unusual.” Mirio chuckled and shrugged as Deku handed back the phone. He smiled and nodded.

“It would probably be odd if you called them out by name without them having met you before.”

The two continued to talk, from the mystery hero to how the agencies were doing and the crime rates that they’ve been hearing about. Not to mention going over profits from their side hustle and how things were going on that front… though, it was a little hard to focus on the rest of it when the hero Tamiki was pictured with kept slipping into his thoughts.

He would probably have to go with Mirio to greet them when they landed…

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rose-riot-johnson · 9 months

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Scenario/fanfic about Shinsou having his first romantic partner ( they them please! ) and how he'd tell them and ask them out! ( bonus points if he likes them because theyre also an insomniac mess ( yes this is my thing shinsou x reader with insomnia is a 10000000/10 ) )

Ofcourse Aevyn😁👍I will definitely see what I can do with this fanfic you requested😀👍

💜Shinsou Likes You Too💜(Adult) Shinsou x They/Them Reader)

Genres: Mutual Confession and Light Hearted Fluff(?)

Both you and Shinsou had a crush on eachother, since the both of you were classmates in class 1-C while being students inside of UA. After both you and Shinsou graduated from UA, Shinsou became a pro hero, while you became his sidekick. The only problem is that you fear that he won't feel the same way about you, while Shinsou worries that you only like him, as a friend.

One day, Shinsou called his one friend, Itsuka Kendo, because he finally decided to ask her for advice on, if he should ask you out and how to approach with asking you out. He pretty much told her the situation, which she gave him some advice on how he should ask you out based on what she understood about the situation he told her.

Shinsou wasn't sure, if Kendo's advice will work, however he decided to go with her idea, which what he did was work on a love letter. "I sure hope (They/Them Reader Name), likes the love letter to I'm working on for them. And whatever I don't write in the letter I will just tell them, more about how I feel.". He was nervous about making any approach to asking you out, however he still confident. His confidence is how he became a pro hero, after all.

Meanwhile you asked Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, about what you should do pertaining your crush Shinsou. Tetsutetsu pretty assured you that he has a feeling that Shinsou feels the same about you and to just give him, as much time as he needs to work up the courage to ask you out. You basically weren't sure, if Tetsutetsu was joking or not, so you could only think of responding to Tetsutetsu was by telling okay. Your anxiety was pretty much telling to believe that Shinsou would only see you as a friend and Tetsutetsu was only pranking you.

The morning came, as you were trying to wake up, as you saw Shinsou. He must have snuck into your house, because you accidentally left your door(s) unlocked. Shinsou then said, "I have a letter... For you... (They/Them Reader Name)... Please read it... I hope you feel... The same way... About me...", as he handed you the love letter.

After you finished reading the letter which has the question "Will you out with me?" written in the letter, Shinsou then explained, "You see (They/Them Reader Name), I'm not sure if you feel the same way about me... It just that... I never been in a relationship before... And that's, because I liked you alot... I had a crush on you for a very long time... I love a whole lot about you, especially the fact you have an amazing sense of humor and the fact that you're an insomniac mess... Just like myself, to be honest... So, what do you say, (They/Them Reader Name)?". You were very surprised that not only Shinsou feels the same way as you do, however also the face that Tetsutetsu was right about the fact that Shinsou feels the same way about you.

You then answered, "Ofcourse I would go out with you, Shinsou. I was afraid you wouldn't feel the same way for me, so I basically repressed my feelings for you, for a long time. So, since you told me yourself about your feelings for me, I guess it's mutual then. This will definitely be the first relationship for me, too. I basically only have feelings for you. I'm just not interested in anyone else, but you.". Shinsou then replied, "Well that's a relief and it's official then. The first relationship for the both of us, might as well be with eachother, then.", as he smiled while being a blushing mess, realizing that you're glad you took Kendo's advice on, how to approach with you on asking you out for you to be his boyfriend and you to be is significant other.

As the years go by, yours and Shinsou's first ever relationship and first relationship together may not be sunshines and rainbows, however the both of you always managed the relationship the both of have together. You're the best thing to ever to happen to Shinsou and he's the best thing to ever happen to you.

Ofcourse Shinsou would be nervous about having you as his first romantic partner. He just wasn't used to it. He may get insecured at times, however with lots of reassurance, he has finally became more secured and used to having you in the relationship.

Once Shinsou has gotten used to having you as his first romantic partner, he knew he made the right choice being with you. He also will do anything for you. So, once the both of you have gotten used to being in a relationship together, both you and Shinsou never turned back and life became more fun and relaxing for the both of you, eversince then.

The End

Well my Tumblr Peeps, hopefully you enjoy this fanfic with Shinsou in it, and most of all I do hope you enjoyed this also @shinaevordie (Aevyn)😁👍I'm hoping I did the request well. I basically brainstormed some ideas on how work with the fanfic and hopefully this fanfic will make your day, as well🦋😁👍

#shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x you #bnha shinsou #mha shinsou #hitoshi shinso imagine #bnha shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinsō #lighthearted #mutual confession

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Let the Games Begin (The Hunger Games pt. 5) | The games begin, and the tributes begin to realize that the arena may take them out before they can reach the Cornucopia. Kurogiri clearly wanted to put on a good show when he planned this year’s games. – spotify playlist | read on ao3

Pairings | Hawks | Keigo Takami x Reader + Dabi | Touya Todoroki, Shouto Todoroki, Aizawa Shouta, Ibara Shiozaki, Mei Hatsume, Itsuka Kendo

Warnings | angst, hurt/comfort, descriptions of violence, descriptions of injuries, weapons, suicidal ideation, religious themes, minor character death, discussion of themes present in The Hunger Games trilogy

Word count | 4k

Author’s note | Let me know if you guys like this chapter! I wasn’t too sure how to end it, but we’re getting some confrontations in the next chapter! I’m excited for the next few chapters. Please leave feedback if you’d like, I always love getting y’all’s comments!

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You were thirteen the first time you met Dabi. You had accidentally run into Shouto in your distraction to get home before curfew, knocking both of you to the ground. Shouto hit his head against the pavement below from the impact, and at eight years old, that was enough of an injury to warrant tears. His cries were soft, and almost too quiet to hear, but Dabi knew his brother’s crying well enough by then that he saw past Shouto’s attempt to duck behind his bangs and stay as quiet as possible. Dabi crouched behind his brother and felt where his head had hit the concrete, staring at his hand when it came back coated in a thin layer of bright red blood. At the sight of it, Shouto’s eyes widened, and his cries became quieter, replaced with quick, deep gasps that left little room for any air intake.

Dabi was bigger than you, and one year older, and the most important thing you learned after meeting him was that he cared more about his brother than he did about anyone or anything else.

He grabbed your shirt with one hand and pulled you to your feet, glaring down at you with more contempt than you’d ever seen in a fourteen-year-old. His burn scars stretched with the muscles of his face, morphing around his furious features. You flinched away from the intensity of his stare.

“Did you do that on purpose?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“It’s okay, Touya. It was an accident,” Shouto insisted, but Dabi still threw you over his shoulder and carried you past his brother and into an alley lined with trash bins. He peeked into one of the fuller ones, then dumped you into it and closed the lid before you could jump out. You struggled to open it for almost ten minutes until you realized that he was sitting on it, and it was only when you’d stopped pleading with him to let you out that something above you shifted and you were able to open the lid. Both Dabi and Shouto were gone when you peeked over the edge, so you rolled out of the bin, picked bits of trash off of your clothes, and walked home.

Two months later, you and Keigo were caught outside of District Eight’s perimeters after curfew. The peacekeepers were more watchful that year following the incident with Toga. They chased after you when you started racing towards the abandoned market, shouting and cursing at you as you sprinted between tables and pillars. You ended up hiding in a small bathroom stall meant for venders, chest-to-chest as you heaved and shushed one another between giggles while listening for the peacekeepers.

Small spaces had never bothered you. Confinement was usually just an inconvenience.

Now, it meant something else entirely.

You and Aizawa were watching one another carefully, him for signs of distress, and you for something to distract yourself. The glass tube that would take you into the arena was open in the front, and it had only been a few seconds since you’d stepped into it. Your fists were clenched around the loose, thick fabric of your pants, and you knew you looked just as worried as you felt.

“Don’t panic now,” Aizawa ordered, startling you from your thoughts, “you haven’t even started yet. You need to clear your head before you get up there.”

“Right,” you exhaled slowly, “okay. Talk to me about something, then.”

Aizawa looked slightly less inconvenienced than he usually would at a request like this, and it only took a moment for him to take a step closer. He leaned against the glass next to you and rapped his knuckles against it.

“When I had my games, these were metal.”

“What?”

“Mhm. They closed us in before we went up, and it was pitch black for about five minutes before we started moving. It was supposed to give the audience a look at our genuine reaction to the arena.”

You pictured a younger Aizawa, trapped in a metal tube with no sense of what was happening outside of the suffocating space. It sounded like torture.

“If Keigo dies in the arena, you can’t let it break you.”

You stared at Aizawa. His eyes were concrete, solid and sure and resolved. You wished people would stop saying that to you. You felt like they were anticipating Keigo’s death. Like it was inevitable. Even Dabi had asked you not to give up. Of all people, you wished Dabi put more faith in Keigo.

“I’ll get him out.”

“Anything can happen in there,” Aizawa bit back. “Anything, Y/N. There is every possibility that he will not make it. There’s every possibility that you won’t either. But whatever happens, you have to fight. Do you really think he would want you to die with him?”

“Don’t tell me what he would want,” you spit, “and don’t tell me that I won’t be able to save him from this.”

“I’m your mentor. My job is to tell you things that you don’t want to hear.”

His voice was kind, kinder than you’d ever heard it, and it made you pause. You gave him a small nod of acknowledgement.

“It’ll be alright. Just keep your head up.”

“You make it seem easy,” you muttered. Don’t lie to me, you wanted to say.

Aizawa took a step back when the door shifted. You fought the urge to pound against the glass once it closed you in. The space wasn’t big enough for you to spread your arms. You shut your eyes, picturing yourself in a big, open field. When you opened them, Aizawa had stepped back. He gave you one final nod before you started to move.

You were rising fast –– faster than you’d anticipated. Your hands involuntarily pressed against the glass as Aizawa disappeared from your view. You wanted to go back. You wanted to go home. You didn’t want to die. Fuck. Fuck.

Your chest was heaving when you entered the arena. You took in a deep breath, watching with wide eyes as the thirty second countdown began. Between you and the Cornucopia was a sheet of ice, spanning the entirety of the space between the platforms and the center of the arena.

“Oh, shit,” you muttered, breath catching in your throat as you took in the landscape.

It was a city of ruins. Everything was covered in a thick layer of snow, and towering over the rest of the arena were half-destroyed buildings covered in muddy ice. They looked like they had been sitting like this for years. You wondered if it had even been a week since the Capitol completed it.

You jumped when a loud crack sounded from the opposite end of the arena. One of the still-standing buildings began to crumble, and you watched with wide eyes as it came crashing to the ground. The other tributes were all looking around with similar expressions of shock; this wasn’t what any of you had expected. You’d seen the city arena a few years ago, and Aizawa had warned you that it might be a colder climate, but combining two already difficult arenas was rare. This was Kurogiri’s debut as gamemaker, and he was already making a name for himself.

You couldn’t see Keigo. He must have been on the opposite side of the Cornucopia. Numbly, you remembered one of Aizawa’s insights.

Everything that they do is purposeful. Never assume that anything is a coincidence.

“Three. Two. One.”

Day one of the 74th Annual Hunger Games

The cannon sounded, a crack in the silence of the arena, and then everything went quiet. Your head was pounding, ears closed off from the chaos breaking out the moment the countdown ended. You watched as the tributes raced across the ice, grabbing the first weapon they could get their hands on and turning on whoever was closest. You backed away from the bloodshed, stepping on the ice carefully. The shoes you’d been given were cleated at the bottom; short metal spicks dug into the ice and kept you from slipping. You winced when the blonde –– Bakugo, your spinning mind supplied –– kicked his spiked shoe into someone’s face, knocking them over with a snarl.

Your feet began moving on their own. Someone to your right threw a knife into the back of a retreating tribute. They fell to their knees, slumping onto their stomach almost in slow motion.

You broke into a sprint, pushing yourself off of the platform and racing towards the now still body. You slid across the ice on your knees to reach the knife before its previous owner did. You didn’t have time to think, not with Hatsume racing towards you, another knife clutched in her hand. You grasped the handle of the first knife, finally recognizing Kendo as the now dead body beneath you. Bile rose in your throat as you pulled the knife from the body easily. You turned away from the open wound and hunched over your weapon, ignoring the sick feeling in your stomach as blood stained the ice. Hatsume was almost on you now, knife raised high over her head.

You used Kendo’s body as leverage, spinning yourself on the ice and using the momentum to launch the knife towards her. It hit its mark just before she could bring her own down. She howled as it lodged into her shoulder, dropping her knife and collapsing to her knees.

There was no time to think. No time to feel guilty. No time to wonder if the wound would get infected and kill her. No time to do anything but grab her discarded knife, pull the other from her shoulder, and scramble to your feet. Your hand slipped, and you barely caught yourself with the hand holding the knives. Your knuckles burned as they hit the solid sheet of ice, but you dug your cleats into it and launched yourself from the Cornucopia. Ahead, the ice dissolved into slush and eventually became a layer of snow covering the rubble of the city. You stumbled over the watery ice, the cold shocking you as your feet sank into the freezing water.

“Y/N!”

Your brain was muddled. You felt like something inside you had deflated, leaving you breathless and full of nothing but empty space. The voice was faint, and your ears were still ringing, but you lifted your head and one of the two knives you’d collected towards the new voice.

Keigo.

He was right in front of you. He was right there, wide eyed and ushering you towards him from behind one of the crumbling buildings. You glanced behind you at Hatsume, who hadn’t looked up at Keigo’s call of your name, before pulling yourself from the lake and racing over the snow. Keigo’s arms were held in front of him, smile wide despite the chaos surrounding you.

“I found you,” he laughed, holding your face between his palms, already frozen from the cold.

“Yeah,” you nodded, gripping his hands, “you found me.”

By the time the sun set, you and Keigo had settled into a building that had at least some protection from the snow. The roof was half-collapsed, and only one corner of the small space was dry.

“We can’t start a fire,” Keigo sighed, pacing between the two still-standing walls of the structure. “Tomorrow, we can go back to the Cornucopia. There should be some kind of pack with a blanket. At least something we can use to warm up.”

“Right,” you wondered if Aizawa was doing what he said he’d do and helping and Keigo get sponsors. If he was successful, you might be receiving something like that sooner rather than later.

You leaned your head back against the concrete, eyes skyward. There were plenty of stars, too many to be possible in the light-polluted Capitol.

“Have you ever seen stars like that?”

Keigo glanced up through the small opening in the roof. It seemed almost unimaginable. The sky looked like something out of a painting, splattered with the bright, white lights. You’d heard stories of nights where the stars lit up the sky, but you’d only seen scattered stars in your district, and your days in the Capitol had only shown you a darkened sky.

“No,” he muttered. You wondered if these stars only existed in the arena. It felt darkly humorous. Kurogiri was either attempting a small kindness, or he was crueler than you’d given him credit for.

“Stars can only be seen in the lower districts.”

The voice came from the opposite corner of the small space, and the speaker was hidden in the shadows cast by the broken walls. You stood from your position against the highest wall of the structure, reaching behind you for your blood-crusted knife.

“Who are you?” Keigo raised his voice. In his hand was the knife that you’d used against Hatsume, clutched at his side as he approached the stranger carefully. You caught as glimpse of green hair, long and spread out into the faint glow of moonlight. You wanted to kick yourself for not noticing it before.

“Shiozaki?” you asked, careful as you stepped up to Keigo’s side. You’d studied the twenty-two other tributes carefully, and with a clear head you probably would have been able to recognize her voice from the number of times you’d watched the interviews. The girl’s long green hair certainly made a statement, but it contrasted her toned-down demeanor and advocation of peace rather than violence.

“The stars were once very beautiful,” she continued. Your eyes began to adjust to the darkness of the far corner the farther you moved into it, and the outline of the girl became clearer. She was sitting with her legs spread tucked under her. Snow dusted her hair, but the cold didn’t seem to bother her. She was twisting a piece of grass between her fingers where it was peeking through the snow, careful not to pull it from the ground. Wrapped around her right palm was a Kyoketsu-shoge. The knife was thrown to the side, but she was gripping the rope like a lifeline, body tense despite her distraction from you and Keigo.

“When I was young, my grandparents told me of a time when they could see stars like that in District Eleven. Now, there are days when we barely see stars at all. The Capitol polluted everything, and now all of that natural beauty has disappeared.”

The hand that was twisting the grass between her fingers froze, and she suddenly glared at you and Keigo fiercely. Gone was the girl from the interviews who clutched a bundle of flowers to her chest, asking the audience to think about their bloodlust and look to God. Gone was the girl whose character you thought you’d understood to be simple. This was someone entirely different. Beneath those words was a girl ready to break.

Before you could react, the knife at the end of Shiozaki’s weapon shot towards Keigo’s hand, knocking the knife into the snow. She pulled you into the shadows in your distraction and pressed you against the wall she’d been leaning on. She tugged the rope forward and caught the knife with remarkable coordination, then held it to your throat. Her movement quieted Keigo, whose knife was covered by the thick layer of snow that it had fallen into. He had clenched his bleeding hand into a fist, but you still saw blood staining the white powder.

“What do you believe in?” she muttered, digging the knife into the skin of your neck. You felt a trickle of blood come from the split she’d created, and fought not to shrink away from it, “do you believe in God?”

“What?” you grit, wincing when the knife shifted. She inched it away from the wound, giving you the space to take in a deep breath.

“You’re lost,” she shook her head, “you won’t survive this. The faithless never survive.”

“If there was a god, we wouldn’t be here,” you breathed, still wary of the knife just inches from your neck, “and if there’s a Heaven, we’re not going to get there.”

“You can still get there,” the smile that spread over her lips unsettled you. “You don’t have to take any lives. Let the Heavens take you before your soul is poisoned.”

It seemed hypocritical, considering the knife she was still threatening you with.

“You’re asking me to die?” you smiled, “are you going to finish the job?”

She scowled, pushing you away with unexpected force and dropping the knife with a shaking hand. Her face broke into something agonized, and she turned away from you towards the concrete wall.

“Are you okay?” Keigo grabbed your face, and you felt the sticky blood on his palm where Shiozaki had cut him.

“I’m fine,” you shook your head, bringing a hand to your throat. The cut was shallow, but the bleeding likely wouldn’t stop until you were able to put pressure on it and wrap it with something. This wasn’t the ideal opportunity to start dressing wounds.

“Our father, may your name be sanctified; and may your kingdom be blessed. May your will be done in Heaven and on Earth, and give our bread always.”

Shiozaki had fallen to her knees, hands clasped together as she muttered to herself. You began to approach her with Keigo at your side, but froze when you heard a familiar crack in the ground below you. It was the same sound you’d heard just before the building had come crashing to the ground during the countdown, but now it was much louder. It was coming from right under your feet.

“Run,” you looked back at Keigo with wide eyes. “The building is coming down. Run! Shiozaki!”

The girl hadn’t stirred at the noise, nor had she moved when the already crumbling building began to shake. You looked up as a large slab of concrete hit the ground just behind her. Still, she didn’t move.

The sounds of destruction ceased just as the Capitol’s symbol was projected over the stars. Music surrounded you as faces and districts flashed across the screen one by one, showing the tributes who had fallen on the first day. You looked back at Shiozaki with wide eyes, stepping forward behind Keigo as the building seemed to momentarily stabilize. Shiozaki had her head bowed to the floor now, listening as the last of ten canons sounded.

“Shiozaki,” Keigo called, looking between her and the rubble, “what are you doing?”

“Praying,” her voice was quiet, “for my fallen brothers and sisters.”

When the building began to fall again, you saw the second that Keigo made the decision to run back in. You remembered all of the people he’d taken care of in your district. All of the people that he watched over and kept safe. He had always been kind to a fault, sometimes at his own expense.

But he wasn’t going to make it. Not this time.

The wall came down in front of him just as you knocked him to the side, wrapping your arms around his torso and pulling him away from the destruction. Shiozaki could decide her own fate. You wouldn’t let her decide Keigo’s too.

He landed on top of you with a grunt, sitting up and looking back with wide eyes. You met them for a split second before you heard Shiozaki raise raise her voice so that you could hear her over the sound of the building collapsing. She was standing now, hands lifted and and face tilted towards the sky. You could see the light of the moon reflecting off of the tears on her cheeks.

When she looked towards you and Keigo, you felt frozen with the snow.

“May God watch over you both,” she smiled, “and may you escape with your lives.”

The building collapsed, one final canon sounded, and all that it left behind was dust and silence.

You watched as the debris settled over the rubble. Blood was still leaking from the cut in your neck, feeling like cold water on your skin, but you felt a million miles from your body. You shivered, bringing a hand to the wound to feel the damage.

“We need to find somewhere else to sleep,” you finally turned to Keigo. He stared at you, brows pulling together as his eyes fell to your neck.

“You’re hurt,” he took a step forward, reaching towards you with his injured hand. You smiled, stopping it before it could reach your neck. You turned it over to display the long, still-bleeding cut on his palm.

“You too,” you shook your head.

You glanced back at the building once more, briefly wondering if she could be alive under there. You turned with finality, trudging through the snow with a loose grip on Keigo’s uninjured hand.

Part of you wished you were in that building with her. Part of you didn’t want to wake up in the morning. The games generally lasted a little over two weeks. It had been one day, and you felt like all the fight you thought you would have had left you. Watching the games on a screen really didn’t do them justice; back home, you were able to convince yourself that it wasn’t real. That it was just a sick joke that the Capitol orchestrated.

You wondered if you would ever get the image of her final moments out of your head.

You and Keigo didn’t talk much as you continued on through the maze of the buildings. He seemed just as shocked as you felt, but you were reassured by his hand holding tight to yours that he was still with you. That he didn’t blame you for interfering.

But you knew that wouldn’t stop him from blaming himself.

You’d settled in another, more stable looking structure for the night. You both knew you’d need to sleep to be able to defend yourself against the twelve tributes left in the arena, but every time you closed your eyes, you saw Shiozaki letting herself die. You saw her eyes, wide and crazed and terrified as she asked you to die with her. Instead, she died alone and terrified, her death decided by people who used her as a spectacle.

You kept thinking about what more you could have done. If things went the way you wanted them to, she would have died anyways. Really, you should’ve been relieved.

That’s why they do this, you shook your head, trying to rid yourself of those thoughts, to turn us against one another. To isolate us and make us believe that we’re enemies.

Keigo was working mechanically, ripping the sleeve of his undershirt and tying it around your neck. It had taken long enough for you to find a semi-stable shelter for the night that the blood had crusted over the wound, but you felt it open again when Keigo cleaned it. He murmured out apologies as he worked, quick and efficient with practiced hands.

When he finished, you took his hand and repeated his actions. He watched you work with heavy eyelids, resting his chin on the arm he had draped over his knees.

“I wasn’t looking at the tributes who died today,” you leaned into Keigo’s side shivering against the cold wind blowing through the cracks in the wall. “Do you think–”

“No,” Keigo’s voice was firm. “Shouto’s strong. He’s okay.”

Neither of you wanted to acknowledge that your survival meant Shouto’s death. You didn’t want to think about coming home to Dabi with the weight of his brother’s death on your shoulders.

You drifted off plagued with thoughts of Shouto, possibly already dead and abandoned in the Cornucopia. Once asleep, you dreamed of Keigo being crushed with Shiozaki, leaving you alone in this Hell.

#hawks #hawks x reader #hawks x you #hawks x y/n #hawks imagine #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami x you #keigo takami x y/n #keigo takami imagine #mha #mha x reader #mha x you #mha x y/n #mha imagine #my hero academia #thg #emwrites

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Class 1B Masterlist

Neito Monoma

monoma with a s/o who has a healing quirk - headcanons

dating neito monoma - headcanons

monoma crushing on a 1A student - headcanons

monoma showing off his s/o - headcanons

monoma with a shy s/o - headcanons

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

tetsutetsu with an insecure s/o - headcanons

being in a poly relationship with eijirou kirishima and tetsutetsu tetsutetsu - headcanons

Hiryu Rin

yandere hiryu rin - headcanons

yandere hiryu rin with a lonely darling - headcanons

Yosetsu Awase

teasing yosetsu awase - headcanons

Kosei Tsburaba

kosei crushing on a reader who's already in a relationship - headcanons

Sen Kaibara

the effect you have on me - drabble

Shihai Kuroiro

a smile like sunshine - drabble

Nirengeki Shoda

cuddling with niregenki shoda - headcanons

Juzo Honenuki

juzo taking care of his sick s/o - headcanons

Togaru Kamakiri

stealing togaru's hoodie - headcanons

Manga Fukidashi

hanging out with manga fukidashi - headcanons

Kojiro Bondo

patching up kojiro bondo - headcanons

Itsuka Kendo

kendo with an affectionate s/o - headcanons

Kinoko Komori

kinoko komori with a stoic s/o - headcanons

Ibara Shiozaki

yandere ibara shiozaki - headcanons

Pony Tsunotori

holding hands with pony - headcanons

Setsuna Tokage

teasing setsuna tokage - headcanons

Yui Kodai

yui kodai crushing on you - headcanons

Reiko Yanagi

i see forever in your eyes - oneshot

reiko crushing on a reader who's already in a relationship - headcanons

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ANIME RULES & LISTS ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

what i’ll write ~

boku no hero academia [m.list]

• pro heroes (shouta aizawa, hizashi yamada, toshinori yagi, enji todoroki, keigo takami, etc)

• class 1A (izuku midoryia, shoto todoroki, katsuki bakugou, mina ashido, ochako uraraka, etc)

• class 1B (neito monoma, tetsutetsu tetsutetsu, itsuka kendo, yosetsu awase, etc)

• third years (mirio togata, nejire hado, tamaki amajiki)

• villains (dabi/touya todoroki, tomura shigaraki, himiko toga, etc)

sk8 the infinity ~ [m.list]

high school skaters (reki kyan, langa hasagawa, etc)

adult skaters (hiromi higa/shadow, kaoru sakurayashiki/cherry, kojiro nanjo/joe, ainosuke shindo/adam, etc)

younger skaters/additional (miya chinen, shokichi oka, tadashi kikuchi, etc)

haikyuu ~ [m.list]

karasuno (shoyo hinata, tobio kageyama, kei tsukishima, tadashi yamaguchi, etc)

nekoma (tetsuro kuroo, kozume kenma, yaku morisuke, haiba lev, etc)

aoba johsai (toru oikawa, issei matsukawa, hajime iwaizumi, kentarō kyōtani, etc)

fukurodani (kōtarō bokuto, keiji akaashi, etc)

shiratorizawa (wakatoshi ushijima, eita semi, satori tendō, tsutomu goshiki, etc)

inarzaki (shinsuke kita, atsumu miya, osaka miya, rintarō suna, etc)

additional (sakusa kiyoomi, keishin ukai, yuji terushima, etc)

jojo’s bizarre adventure ~ [m.list]

jojo’s (jonathan joestar, joseph joestar, jotaro kujo, josuke higashigata, giorno giovanna, jolyne kujo)

joe-bro’s (caesar zepelli, noriaki kakyoin, okuyasu nijimura, guido mista, ermes costello, etc)

villains (dio brando, pillar men, DIO, yoshikage kira, diavolo, vinegar doppio, etc)

additional fandoms ~

yuri on ice

danganronpa

assassination classroom

attack on titan

tokyo ghoul

ouran high school host club

pokémon

kakegurui

black butler

beastars

demon slayer

general rules ~

requests must include the character(s) you want, along with a small plot/idea of the oneshot you want.

i’m in high school and have other things going on other than writing, so please don’t send me asks asking if your request is done.

i’m not obligated to write every single request i receive. if it makes me uncomfortable or i just can’t write it, i won’t.

YES:

fluff

angst

semi-nsfw

platonic (family, friends, etc)

AU’s

dark content

poly relationships

any gender reader

any race reader

MAYBE:

nsfw

ships (no x reader)

NO:

romanticizing mental health issues (ex. everything gets solved by the readers partner)

heavy gore

pedophilia, zoophilia, homophobia, transphobia, racism, xenophobia, body-shaming, etc within the pairing

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insanesanitysparks · 6 months

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Thankfully Together MHA Ships/Writing Sparks for Nov.

I usually write character x reader plots, but I wanted to do some short posts for character x character pairings (that I ship). I'm going to attempt to do a different ship every day for the entire month of November (30 ships at the least though I may do more if I finish early). I'm currently short 3 ships.

I'd also be really interested in hearing what MxF character ships you guys would like to see, especially since I'm short 3 ships. If I get the time, or maybe for December, I'll focus on other people's ships.

If you want to use my list, by all means go ahead! Just send me the link(s) to whatever you write because I definitely want to read what you do with it! ^^

And without further adieu, my ships...adding links to this as I finish the one-shots, so this will be a sort of masterlist. Male x Female Ship Ship Name Prompt Idea

Izuku Midoriya (Deku) x Ochaco Uraraka (Uravity) Izuco - I think this sounds adorable Super sweet vanilla, first time shenanigans, cuteness overload.

Eijiro Kirishima (Red Riot) x Mina Ashido (Pinky) Eishido or Eijido - kind of sounds like a martial arts name Feigning bravery, energetic, positive, partner oriented.

Mashirao Ojiro (Tailman) x Toru Hagakure (Invisible Girl) Mashiru or Toro Kind of shy but definitely curious.

Denki Kaminari (Chargebolt) x Kyoka Jiro (Earphone Jack) Deka or Kyoki They strive to please each other but also battle for dominance.

Shoto Todoroki (Shoto) x Momo Yaoyorozu (Creati) Shomo - sho mo of those cute ships lol Traditional courtship to formal proposal and marriage.

Hanta Sero (Cellophane) x Mina Ashido (Pinky) Hanna or Mita Party kids, kind of chaotic and wild without breaking rules.

Yuga Aoyama (Can't Stop Twinkling) x Toru Hagakure (Invisible GIrl) Yuru or To...ga - Yu ru the world Toga! xD Self doubt and insecurities. I want a blindfold.

Tenya Iida (Ingenium) x Mei Hatsume Tenei or Meiya Partners in profession and life.

Neito Monoma (Phantom Thief) x Itsuka Kendo (Battle Fist) Neika or Itsuto She fell in love while keeping him in line.

Fumikage Tokoyami (Tsukuyomi) x Ibara Shiozaki (Vine) Fumira or Ibakage - personally like Fumira Mutual corruption. She saves, he curses.

Katsuki Bakugo (Dynamight) x Setsuna Tokage (Lizardy) Katsuna or Setsuki Two powerful people get horny basically.

Mezo Shoji (Tentacole) x Pony Tsunotori (Rocketti) Meny or Pozo - Meny reasons to love this ship Size difference and cute cuddles.

Koji Koda (Anima) x Kinoko Komori (Shemage) Koko Animals eat mushrooms and Kinoko likes being appreciated.

Rikido Sato (Sugarman) x Reiko Yanagi (Emily) Rikiko Baking together, more than just bread. ;P

Enji Todoroki (Endeavor) x Rei Todoroki Enei - enabling...? Enji gives Rei control for a night.

Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Fuyumi Todoroki Keimi He was spying on Endeavor, she was silently rebelling.

Natsuo Todoroki x Melissa Shield Natssa - kind of makes me think of Natasha Romanov He's a programmer who foes to work with a machine specialist.

Kosei Tsuburaba (Tsuburaba) x Tsuyu Asui (Froppy) Koyu or Tsusei - Tsu sei call her Tsu x'D He's not sure how to feel about that tongue.

Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi x Shino Sosaki (Mandalay) Naono Two leaders who relax with each other.

Shota Aizawa (Eraser Head) x Ryuko Tsuchikawa (Pixie-Bob) Shoko or Ryuta Her clock is ticking and he likes desperate women...and cats.

Shinji Nishiya (Kamui Woods) x Yu Takeyama (Mountain Lady) Shiyu or Yuji She gets on his nerves but he loves her. They support each other.

Masaru Bakugo x Mitsuki Bakugo Maki or Mitsuru - I like them both Twist on traditional male/female household.

Hizashi Nishiya (Present Mic) x Emi Fukukado (Ms. Joke) Hizami or Emishi Similar chaotic energies. No wall is thick enough for these two.

Yagi Toshinori (All Might) x Inko Midoriya Yako or Ingi He's like a father figure to Izuku and she loves that.

Sekijiro Kan (Vlad King) x Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) Sekimuri or Nejiro Kinky pair, blood and whips...they get it on.

Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye) x Kaoruko Awata (Bubble Girl) Miruko or Kaorai Behind closed doors she's serious and he's hilarious.

Danjiro Tobita (Gentle Criminal) x Manami Aiba (La Brava) Danami or Manajiro Little bit of an age gap, they found love in a hopeless place.

All for One (Original Shigaraki) x Inko Midoriya Shigariya He uses her for an experiment, plays 'god' with their child.

Ken Takagi (Rock Lock) x Mrs. Takagi No couple name, 'cause I can't find her name A devoted working father and his loving stay-at-home wife that he can't live without.

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