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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐖 • 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

SOUNDS OF FOOTSTEPS CAN be heard through the hallways as Y/n makes her way to find her classroom, aka Class 1-A. While walking, she slightly tugged her skirt in annoyance, not liking that she had to wear a uniform. Don't get her wrong; she loved how it looked and thought it was pretty, but that doesn't mean the material the uniform was made of was comfortable.

While walking, Y/n thought about all she had done in the last few weeks of being on Earth-112086. She had to learn about the history of quirks and the laws that were provided to restrict them with the help of Aizawa. She also brushed up on her Japanese with All Might since the last time she spoke the language was when Nat was still around.

Nezu gave Y/n a rundown of the school and explained to her that she could only use one of her powers so as not to raise suspicion. The power she decided on was one of the more useful ones, her Psychic Energy Manipulation. She believes that power will be able to cause the most damage to her enemies and is the best one at protecting others from danger.

Y/n also met the rest of the U.A. faculty and some notable pro heroes charted in the top 10 in the Hero Billboard Chart JP. And during all this happening, Y/n realized truly how different this world was from her own. She was already shocked at the idea of people becoming heroes to be famous since back home, most heroes didn't choose or want a life that involved crime fighting. The puzzle pieces of life just happened to fall like that.

Y/n was also shocked that they had schools specifically designed to train teens to become full-fledged heroes. They go through fake scenarios and fight one another to grasp the idea of what it's like to be put on the spot. It prepared the students for anything and honestly impressed Y/n with how organized it was.

But what shocked the young mutant the most was how everyone accepted the idea of powers. No one had to run and hide for developing a superhuman ability; they were actually praised for having such a thing instead. It felt weird for her to see, but it also made her feel safe and protected. However, she must not let her guard down.

Y/n's thoughts finally broke when she encountered a humongous door with the letters "1-A" painted red. She would be guessing that the reason to have such a large door would be for people with quirks that enhance their height. But then again, this school is uber rich, so they could have large doors for the hell of it.

Y/n took a deep breath before sliding the door open and walking inside the almost empty classroom, with the exception of a few students littered about. She got here early to hopefully not bump into anyone and snag a good seat in the back, which is exactly what she does. As she takes her seat, Y/n whips out a book, The Foster Theory, which Thor highly recommended. This is probably because his ex-girlfriend wrote it.

The young girl was able to read the first few pages until more and more students started showing up, which meant more noise. She gave up on reading after not being able to focus on the book anymore and decided to look out the window instead. Y/n admired how green the grass looked and how today would have been a perfect day for a walk with how clear the skies were.

'Now I can get used to this. What a peaceful da–'

"Take your feet off of that desk now!"

"Huh?!"

"It's the first day, and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property, you cretin!"

"You're kidding me, right? Your old school put a stick up your ass? Or were you born with it?"

'Nevermind... I was expecting too much.'

Y/n reluctantly looked away from nature's beauty and looked over at the two boys causing a scene on the first day. The first boy looked like a stereotypical rule follower with his nicely combed blue hair and spotless glasses. The second boy looked like a wannabe delinquent with his spiky platinum blonde hair, baggy pants, and lack of a tie. What a rebel...

Pulling her gaze away, Y/n noticed a plain-looking, green-haired boy standing at the door's entrance. He seemed to be on the verge of passing out as if seeing the rule follower and wannabe delinquent was like the equivalent of seeing Thanos himself. It didn't help his situation when glasses and blondie stopped bickering and aimed their attention at him.

"It's him."

Those two words caused the entire class to shift their gaze at the helpless boy, and his nervousness seemed to go from 50 to 100 quickly. "Uh, hi."

Of course, the green-haired boy's torturing didn't stop there, as glasses started stiffly marching his way over to the poor boy. "Good morning! My name is Tenya Iida fro–"

Y/n decided she didn't care for the commotion anymore and redirected her gaze back to the peaceful outside setting. She chose her area of focus to be the two young birds flying around outside, playing with one another. But, her peace was interrupted again when she heard Aizawa's voice ring through the air.

"If you're just here to make friends, then you can pack up your stuff now."

Outside the main door, Y/n saw Aizawa lying on the floor in his yellow sleeping bag. His appearance left the whole class shocked and slightly unnerved. He sometimes did this when teaching the young girl quirk history, so she probably shouldn't have been surprised that he would do this to his own students too.

"Welcome to UA's hero course." Aizawa unzipped his sleeping bag and stood up. "It took eight seconds before you all shut up. That's not gonna work. Time is precious. Rational students would understand that."

'Wow! He is amazing at first impressions... not.'

"Hello. I'm Shota Aizawa. Your teacher."

Everyone's faces became even more shocked when Aizawa uttered his last sentence. While everyone was frozen in surprise, the pro hero dug through his sleeping bag to pull out what looked to be a school p.e. uniform.

"Right, let's get to it. Put these on and head outside."

"What? A quirk assessment test?"

"But orientation! We're gonna miss it!" A girl with a brown bob and pink cheeks said, disappointed.

Unlike everyone else, Y/n didn't seem to mind the idea of missing orientation. Even though she was robbed of her to go to a regular school, she understood that orientation usually consisted of sitting with your class and listening to someone speak for an hour or two about the rules.

"If you really wanna make the big leagues, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies. Here at UA, we're not tethered to traditions. That means I get to run my class however I see fit." said Aizawa.

"You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives. But you never got to use your quirks in physical exams before. The country's still trying to pretend we're all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational. One day, the Ministry of Education will learn."

The more Y/n thought about it, the more she agreed with his judgment. A mutant in her world who develops a power that enhances strength would have to make their test results go up gradually to make it look natural. But in a world full of superpowered people, shouldn't it be normalized to use that power in those tests?

"Bakugo, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam. What was your farthest distance throw with a softball when you were in junior high?" Aizawa said, looking at the wannabe delinquent.

"Sixty-seven meters, I think."

"Right. Try doing it with your quirk. Anything goes, just stay in the circle. Go on. You're wasting our time."

While Bakugo was stretching his arms to get ready for the throw, Y/n started wondering what his quirk exactly was. She thought of him cocky and confident, so that must mean his quirk is a powerful one. Powerful enough that it makes you think you're the biggest hotshot at school.

As Bakugo started throwing his ball, an enormous explosion erupted from his hand that caused the ball to shoot through the air at a rapid speed, leaving a fire trail behind it.

"DIE!"

'Holy shit, dude. That's one loud and flashy power. No wonder he was cocky; he probably got praised for developing such a quirk.'

"All of you need to know your maximum capabilities." said Aizawa.

While speaking, the ball falls from the sky and hits the ground, and a beep could be heard from the device Aizawa used to calculate the distance of the throw. He looks down at the machine and then turns towards the class, showing Bakugo's results.

705.2 meters.

"It's the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero."

Y/n looked at the results in awe, but her feeling of awe was less from Bakugo's results and more from this world. At this moment, she finally realized that no one would look down on her for being a mutant and instead treat her as an equal. But her purpose in that world isn't to feel accepted; she's here to complete a mission... Only a mission.

"So this looks fun, huh?"

'Wait, what? Oh, I spaced out, didn't I?'

"You have three years here to become a hero. You think it's all gonna be games and play time?"

The tension rose as Aizawa smirked, glaring at his class.

"Idiots. Today you'll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none, and will be expelled immediately. Like I said, I get to decide how this class runs. Understand? If that's a problem, you can head home right now."

'Okay, so this day just went from 0 to 100 quickly.'

"You can't send one of us home! I mean, we just got here! Even if it wasn't the first day, that isn't fair!" Yelled the girl with pink cheeks. Her protest of Aizawa's teaching methods seems to strike a nerve with him.

"Oh, and you think natural disasters are? Or power-hungry villains? Hm? Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities? No, the world is full of unfairness."

'He's right. Life was never fair back in my world. It isn't fair for the mutants who get hunted down and killed. It isn't fair for the people whose lives were affected by Thanos and the Blip. It isn't fair for Morgan, who has to grow up without her father. Nothing in life was fair.'

"It's a hero's job to combat that unfairness. If you wanna be a pro, you're gonna have to push yourself to the brink. For the next three years, UA will throw one terrible hardship after another at you. So, go beyond. Plus Ultra-style. Show me it's no mistake that you're here."

TEST #1

"Runners, on your marks."

(Y/N) knelt into a standing sprint start, wrapping her red psionic energy around her feet, eyes shifting to red. She was racing against a boy with tape rolls for elbows and black hair falling to his shoulders. The young girl was trying to understand the use of his quirk but decided against it as she had a test to focus on.

"Ready? Go!"

After the confirmation, Y/n lifted a foot off the ground and had her psionic energy push her through the air. She didn't, however, expect her classmate to shoot his tape to a nearby wall and swing through the air like Spiderman. With that swing, the black-haired boy passed her by a few milliseconds.

"4.05 seconds."

"4.15 seconds."

TEST #2

Red energy wraps around the grip strength dynamometer and squeezes down on the machine's handle. The energy vanishes the moment a beep is heard ringing through the air. The device reads 200 kilograms.

'Not too shabby. Though maybe I do need to work on my actual arm strength. I can't always rely on my powers.'

As Y/n puts her dynamometer down, the tape boy's voice is heard exclaiming in shock. Her attention shifts to three boys in her class, the main focus being a boy with multiple arms attached to one another.

"Wow! You hit 540 kilograms? You're such a beast!"

Y/n sweatdrops a little at this statement.

'540 kilograms? Talk about some brute strength.'

TEST #3

The standing long jump was probably the most straightforward test for the young mutant to complete. The objective was to jump across the sandbox and land as far away from the starting point as possible. Y/n levitated herself over and across the box, softly landing on the other side.

TEST #4

The repeated side steps seem to be only helpful for the short boy that could bounce off the purple balls on his head. For this test, Y/n purely relied on the training she received as an Avenger and didn't use her powers. So, she tried her best.

TEST #5

(Y/N) held the ball tight as she wrapped her psionic energy around it, eyes turning red. The moment she threw the ball, a trail of red followed behind it, causing it to fly through the air faster. Once it hit the ground, Aizawa turned to the class and showed her result.

750 meters.

Her score received a collective gasp from the class. Satisfied with her results, Y/n walked back to her classmates as the girl with pink cheeks took her place on the field. The brunette grabbed the ball, and she simply tossed it. After waiting a few minutes for any sign of it falling, Aizawa showed everyone her results. Now the class was even more surprised by what they saw.

"Infinity?!"

As the brunette walked back to her fellow students, Y/n couldn't help but praise the girl for her results. "Wow, that's an amazing quirk you have there! I didn't even know infinity could be possible when throwing a softball."

Pink cheeks blushed a bit at the comment and smiled. "Thank you! But I think my quirk is nothing compared to yours. Those red wispies that come out of your hand are so pretty, and they've helped you in almost every test so far! Oh, I'm Ochako Uraraka, by the way!"

"I'm Y/n L/n. It's really nice to meet you, Uraraka. " Y/n smiled.

Before the two girls could talk to one another more, their attention was taken away by the green-haired boy that walked up to the white circle with the ball in his hand. He looked petrified. He seemed to be contemplating his next move, not wanting to get a bad test result.

'I wonder what his quirk is. His results have been average to low for the previous test, and he's currently the one lagging behind.'

"If Midoriya doesn't shape up soon, he's the one going home." said Iida, arms crossed.

"Huh? Of course, he is. He's a quirkless loser." retaliated Bakugo.

Y/n was confused for a second about why having no power would make you unable to be a hero. Her world had tons of non-superhuman heroes/vigilantes. But then she remembered something that she learned while studying quirk history.

'In this world, there has never been a quirkless hero. So that must mean he has to have a quirk to be in this school.' Now that's a cultural shock for me.

Looking back over at Midoriya, Y/n notices the glint of determination in his eyes. When he threw the ball, streaks of red glowed from his arm. But that seemed to do nothing since... the ball only went 46 meters.

'Well, that was anticlimatic.'

Midoriya looked down at the hand he threw with in utter disbelief, wondering why his quirk wasn't working. He was so sure that he was trying to use it while throwing that ball. However, his question gets answered when he sees Aizawa's scarf and hair start to float, his eyes glowing red.

"I erased your quirk. The judges for this exam were not rational enough. Someone like you should never be allowed to enroll at this school."

Midoriya seemed confused. "Wait, you did what to my-"

And then the realization hit him.

"Ah! Those goggles. I know you! You can look at someone and cancel out their powers. The Erasure Hero: Eraser Head!"

'Right, Aizawa's quirk erases people's powers. He tested out his quirk on me to see if it would do the same effect on mutants. It did. I guess mutations and quirks work the same in the human body.'

Aizawa continued talking to Midoriya but lowered his voice so that only the greenette could hear. Not being able to hear them and not wanting to eavesdrop, Y/n looked over at Uraraka.

"Do you have any idea what they are talking about? I can't hear them." Uraraka asked, looking concerned for the boy.

"Whatever it is, Mr. Aizawa only wants Midoriya to know." responded Y/n.

Suddenly, Aizawa's scarf was wrapped around the poor boy's body, pulling him close and glaring at him. The probability of their teacher's words being advice was slim. After a few moments, he let the boy go. The tension was high, and everyone wondered if anything Aizawa said to Midoriya was even good or helpful.

"I wonder if our teacher gave him some advice." said Iida.

"Probably told him to start packing."

"Do you just dedicate yourself to being the biggest asshole towards Midoriya? Or were you just born that?" Y/n asked, smirking a bit at how easy it was to make Bakugo angry.

"What did you say to me, you extra?!"

"It was just a question. No need to get pissy about it."

Y/n looked back a Midoriya, worried if the poor boy would even use his quirk. He was looking at the ball in his hand, a million thoughts going through his mind. Then that look of determination returned in his eyes as he threw the softball. The speed and power that was used in that throw was amazing.

'If he had such a powerful quirk all this time, why did he decide now to use it?'

Y/n's eyes drifted down to Midoriya's now broken finger. Her question was answered by seeing how damaged it was.

'Oh... That must be it. He doesn't know how to control his power.'

The softball hit the ground with a light thud, and another beep is heard from the device in Aizawa's hand. The teacher looked down at the machine and then back up at Midoriya in shock as if he wasn't expecting anything to come from the boy's throw. Aizawa turned the device over to the class and showed the results.

705.3 meters.

"He threw it over 700 meters!"

"Nice, he's finally showing us his true power!"

"But his finger appears to be broken now. Just like in the exam. This quirk is very odd."

"It wasn't a very pretty throw."

As more and more students voiced their opinions about Midoriya's results and his self-destructive quirk, Y/n decided to look over at Bakugo, who was the only one quiet. She was expecting him to say something, considering that he obviously didn't like the green-haired boy, but the only thing she saw was his face of pure shock. But that didn't last long.

Bakugo's open palms started bursting with small explosions, and his once-shocked expression turned to one of anger. He charged toward Midoriya, hand reaching toward him with the intent of using his quirk.

"Hey! Deku, you bastard! Tell me how you did that, or you're dead!"

Bakugo's running abruptly stopped when the fabric of Aizawa's scarf went around and restrained the boy. No matter how hard he pulled, the blonde couldn't escape his current trap.

"What? Why the hell is your damn scarf so strong?"

"Because it's a capture weapon made out of carbon fiber and special metal alloy. Stand down. It'd be wise to avoid making me use my quirk so much. It gives me serious dry eye. You're wasting my time now. Whoever's next can step up."

Bakugo's restraints were free once Aizawa was done speaking, but the boy didn't move. He didn't even look at Midoriya, who slowly started walking away from him and going over to the rest of the students. The blonde just kept glaring at the ground.

"Ouch, is your finger okay?" asked Uraraka, concerned for Midoriya's finger.

"Sure. Fine!"

Y/n wasn't paying attention to the two students' conversation, too busy keeping her attention and gaze on Bakugo. He seemed furious, but not like before. His anger was now concerning and seemed to be coming from a place of insecurity. Unconsciously, her eyes flickered red as she started listening in on the blonde's thoughts.

'Until the exam, he was nothing. A little bug I could crush if I wanted to. Just an annoying bug that I can smash into the ground.'

"All right, time to give you your results. I've ranked you all from best to worst. You should probably have a good idea of your standing already. I'll just pull up the whole list. It's not worth going over each individual's score." explained Aizawa.

Midoriya feared seeing his ranking, not wanting to be the one in last place, and getting expelled. When Y/n looked over at him, she felt bad, knowing that he would probably end up last. However, she also knew Aizawa wasn't going to expel him. The mutant saw the look in the teacher's eyes. She didn't even need to read his mind to know that he was going to break his own rule.

Once the beep was heard, everyone immediately looked for their names as the hologram turned on with the rankings displayed. Midoriya, whose eyes were closed, started slowly opening them. And when he found his name, his heart dropped to his stomach.

He was in the last place...

Then the hologram vanished.

"And I was lying, no one's going home. That was just a rational deception to make sure you gave it your all in the tests."

Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida all yelled in shock, causing Y/n to stifle her laugh. She knew Aizawa wouldn't turn away a student with so much hidden potential. It honestly would be foolish if he did so. Once everyone settled down from their state of both relief and panic, Aizawa started speaking again.

"That's it. We're done for the day. Pick up a syllabus in the classroom. Read it over before tomorrow morning."

Y/n felt drained, not having been mentally or physically prepared to do so much on the first day. But, even though she was tired and just wanted to sleep, she was excited about what was coming from this school. Except, she wasn't supposed to be. She was supposed to be looking for multiversal anomalies, but she found none in the past few weeks of being in this world.

These anomalies have been hiding in spots that Y/n can't seem to find, and it was frustrating her. She felt selfish for having a good time at U.A. when people from her world were out there possibly plotting against this world. If only she could get some type of lead in this mission.

"L/n! Wait up!"

Y/n turned towards the voice and was greeted by the happy aura that Uraraka naturally seemed to have around her. The mutant smiled a bit and slightly waved her hand at the brunette.

"You know, Uraraka, you can just call me by Y/n. There is no need for formalities."

"Oh, okay! Well then, you can call me Ochako!"

Y/n chuckled a bit at her enthusiasm as the two girls continued walking together. They had some nice small talk about what happened at school until Ochako noticed Iida and Midoriya a few feet in front of them, also talking to one another. The brunette called out to the two boys with her bright smile and happy aura.

"Hey! Wait up, you two! Are you going to the station? We'll join you guys!"

She started running up to the duo, and Y/n followed suit.

"I'm Ochaco Uraraka. Let's see, you are Tenya Iida. And your name is... Deku, right? Midoriya?"

"Deku?!"

"Uh, yeah, isn't that what Bakugo called you? Right?"

"Uh, well, my name's actually Izuku. Deku's what Kacchan calls me to make fun of me." Midoriya says, a little panicked and embarrassed.

'I knew that guy was an asshole.'

"Oh, I didn't realize that! I'm sorry. But you know what? I like Deku. It could make a great hero name! Plus, I think it sounds kinda cute."

"Deku it is!"

Iida and Y/n deadpanned at Midoriya's quick acceptance of the insulting nickname, and when they pointed it out, the boy started blushing even more. Luckily for the freckled boy, the attention drifted away from him when Iida realized he was never introduced to Y/n.

"I'm sorry, I've never properly introduced myself to you. How rude of me! I'm Tenya Iida."

"Oh, it's alright! I'm Y/n L/n, but you can just call me Y/n."

Iida was shocked at the idea of calling a girl he had just met by her first name. After all, the norm in Japan is to call people by their last name since it is the respectful thing to do. Of course, that doesn't apply if you are close to one another.

"But isn't that a bit too forward? We don't want to be disrespectful." asked Midoriya.

"Oh, well, I'm actually a transfer from America, so it's normal to call friends by their first name. But if you both are uncomfortable with doing so, that's understandable."

"A transfer? I would have never guessed. Your Japanese is really good, and you barely have an accent!" gushed Ochako.

"Well, if calling you by your first name is what you are comfortable with, then it is our responsibility as your classmates to respect that!"

Y/n chuckled a bit at Iida's response but thanked him for being considerate. After introductions, the four students continued their way to the train station, getting to know each other better. The young mutant was having a great time being around kids her age since she usually was with much older people. She liked it here.

'Yeah, I can get used to this.'

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everypanelofrumi · 5 months

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Chapter 184 - Japanese Hero Billboard Chart

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #mirko #rumi usagiyama

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spacecatchako · 1 year

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Just to Make You Stay- Uraraka Ochako x Reader

Pairing: Uraraka Ochako x Reader Genre: Smut, Reverse Comfort Content Warnings: mild alcohol consumption, ochako and reader are in their 20s, oral sex, vaginal sex, angst in the beginning Word count: 5.2k words

Uraraka finds the comfort that she needs

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thank you to @honeybunny-sawamura for beta reading!

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. 𓆩♡𓆪 ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ 𓆩♡𓆪 ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. 𓆩♡𓆪 ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. After a devastating incident on the coast of Kanagawa, Pro Hero Uravity was given the week off.

She was in her early twenties, a few years after graduating from UA. A dedicated rescue hero employed at Ryuku’s agency, Uravity, was climbing the Japanese Hero billboard charts in a whirl. No doubt the recent incident- an unprecedented disaster in conjunction with a villain attack, the worst incident since the Paranormal Liberation War- caused major destruction of property and cost thousands of lives.

Ochako was down for the count. She had worked overtime, floating debris and evacuating and protecting any civilians that she could. Ochako lost countless hours of sleep on the day of the attack and the week after, and she was exhausted. She hadn’t given herself proper time to grieve for the lives lost, for the people she could’ve saved. While she knew she had done her best, even working herself past her breaking point, the guilt still eroded in her conscience. Why couldn’t she have done more? Shouldn’t she have saved more lives if she was a rescue hero? What about the homes and priceless possessions destroyed? When she heard the final number of casualties, that destroyed her.

A whole week of overtime and Uravity broke, but she had to keep a strong face- for her boss and the agency.

After years of working together, Ryuku knew her best.

“Go home, Uravity. You’ve done more than enough for us as is.”

“But-” Ochako protested.

“No buts. You’ve been working overtime all week. I haven’t seen you take a break since you first walked into the agency, even more so with the recent disaster. Take the week off, and get some rest. I’ll see you back at the office next Monday.”

Ryuku did have a point, Uraraka hated to admit. Since graduating from U.A., Uraraka had racked up the most hours out of any of Ryuku’s sidekicks. She’d been training hard in her free time, watching her quirk improve. She’d even perfected a new landing- gravity fall- that allowed her to slowly float objects to the ground rather than have them hit at full impact. This super move wouldn’t have been possible without help from her boss, mentor, and the others employed at the agency. Just refining it alone took a lot of wind out of her.

Deep down, Uraraka trusted her boss. Most of the damage control was done, and they’d also requested backup from Hawk’s and Endeavor’s agencies. She knew that, for now, she could hang up her visor and take a break. Team Ryuku could handle the disaster from here.

After another day of scouting through the rubble, Uraraka returned to the agency. She stripped, showered, and changed out of her bodysuit back into her civilian clothes. She boarded the train back to her humble apartment in metropolitan Tokyo, where leftovers would inevitably be waiting for her. The plan was to eat and collapse in bed, letting the day’s grief wash over her like watercolor over a canvas.

However, the moment that she stepped in and unlocked her door, something felt off. The apartment was too quiet, too lifeless. Uraraka didn’t have any pets or roommates; she made enough money to live on her own. Her home was in the safest part of the city, so she wasn’t worried about anyone breaking in and entering, and she was a pro-hero: any villain would have to be absolutely ludicrous to mess with her. The “off” feeling pertained to the stillness in the room. Uraraka didn’t want to be alone. Any of her coworkers were probably cleaning up the residual mess of the disaster. Her old friends at U.A. were most likely traveling or at work. She needed something new, a warm body to hold. Hero’s work got exhausting, and with the pace that she was keeping, it took a larger toll on her than the average person.

Uraraka stepped in and heated up her katsudon, eating quietly at her kitchen counter. She tossed and turned in her bed for about an hour before giving up on sleep. She pulled out her phone- she’d upgraded from the flip phone she’d carried in high school- and searched for bars near her.

Uraraka never kept any alcohol in the house, and for once, she could use a drink. It wasn’t too late at night, and it was a weekday, so going out alone shouldn’t be dangerous. Pros were still patrolling the streets. She clicked on the directions, then got out of bed to get dressed for a casual night out alone.

She’d thrown on a baby pink overcoat, a maroon sweater dress, leggings, and combat boots for her brief foray out. The bar in question was near a local University in Shinjuku and was frequented by college students. It is a weeknight, and the pro didn’t expect it to be busy. She needed quiet, maybe something cold to sip on. Not another night alone in her apartment, with nothing but the trill of the TV to keep her company.

She walked into the bar with its dim lights and low music. There was a limited amount of patrons, as expected. An array of tables and chairs were in the center on the hardwood floor, with few people chatting lowly. The bartender, a man with white hair and an athletic build, milled around behind the counter, pouring what looked like sake to a single person who sat by the corner. They looked familiar, Uraraka thought. But she didn’t settle much on it as she sat by the counter.

When the bartender settled on her, she ordered a Yamazaki on the rocks and nothing else. This surprised the person a few seats down, who turned to her once the bartender had turned away to grab her drink.

“Hard liquor, huh? Tough night?” You jested.

Uraraka’s brow wrinkled in distaste as she turned to meet your gaze. She had intended on spending tonight alone after an exhausting day. So it was to her surprise when she turned completely to face you, eyes widening as she recognized you.

“You’re-”

You smile gently at her.

“Hi, Uravity. It’s good to see you.”

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ��♡𓆪 ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

“Your drink, miss,” the bartender murmured, passing her the whisky. But Uraraka was still tongue-tied, looking at you. After all of these years and she saw you again. Your name faltered on her lips, and you smiled wryly.

“Hi.”

“H-hi.” She replied in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”

You look at her face- she had bags beneath her once bright brown eyes, which were semi-sunken into her clear skin. The apples of her cheeks were still pink, the same way that they were when you were in high school together. She wore no makeup and to the average person, she would seem plain, but Uraraka was still as beautiful as the day that you met her. Her silky brown hair was tied back into a ponytail- then, her hair had been too short to tie back properly. Her lips were pink and full, a tad agape as she drank you in.

“I go to University a little ways away here. My last class got out a few hours ago and I was keeping my pal Natsu company during his shift.” You explain, gesturing to the white-haired, broad-shouldered bartender from before.

She blinked, taking a sip of her drink. The bitter whisky would’ve usually gone down like acid, but this time around Uraraka didn’t seem to care.

“How about you?” you ask. “What brings you to this part of town?”

Uraraka then explains that she’d moved out of her parent’s house and gotten a place in the city after graduating. She’d been living near Shinjuku prefecture and had gotten a job at the Ryuku agency, where she intended to stay until she climbed the hero billboard charts further and made more money. Then, she would have enough to send to her parents and start an agency of her own, maybe teaming up with Deku or Dynamight along the way.

“How are they, by the way?”

“Hmm?” She replied, humming against the glass of her drink. She had been timid around you in high school, an aspiring hero student from Class B, and hadn’t gotten the chance to talk to you much then. You’d exchanged numbers at one point to discuss the battle trial assignment, even meeting up a few times after school to study. However, any connection had fallen through the moment that Uraraka started dating Deku your Senior year. You were happy for her, sure, but there was definitely a mutual attraction there that nothing had ever happened with. You knew she liked him, so you let her go. You felt no malice towards the now Top 5 hero now. Still, sometimes you wondered what things would have been like if you’d stayed in touch with Uraraka. After graduating at U.A. the two of you had gone your separate ways, her to Ryuku’s and you to university to study Quirk Theory.

“Oh- uh…” she hesitates. “We broke up if that’s what you’re asking. Me and Deku. Hah.”

“Ah. I’m sorry,” you reassure.

She musters a sad smile around the rim of her glass. Uraraka is two Yamazaki’s in, and she doesn’t know why she feels the need to elaborate. Something about you, seeing you again, someone that she secretly missed but had never gotten the chance to reach out to, is making her want to be vulnerable.

“It’s fine. We realized a few months ago that we’re excellent as friends and as a team, but in the long term, dating someone that you work with is hard to manage. We couldn’t see eye to eye on everything, you know?” She glances up at you, eyes shining hesitantly at the sudden vulnerability, and you nod.

“Yeah, I get that. The work of a pro never ends. You guys do so much to keep all of us safe, I can’t imagine that you have time for much else.”

Uraraka purses her lips and nods, taking another sip of her whisky.

“Can I ask you something, Uravity?” You tease. She looks up at you and nods, ponytail bobbing with the vigorous action.

“Does it get lonely? Being a hero, that is. Sometimes I wonder if I should’ve stayed with the hero track. You seem to have so much fun sometimes, taking out villains, showing up on TV, doing press conferences. I see your smile on every magazine cover, you know.”

She smiles a genuine smile at this. After all of these years and you were still thinking about her.

“But there has to be more to it. We learned in high school and in the real world that no line of work is as shiny as it seems. So, how does it truly feel to be one of the pros?” You finish.

“I-I’m sorry for probing. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” You follow up.

Uraraka shakes her head, dismissing your concerns. The dim light of the bar shines off of the ice cubes in her glass, which clink as she sets her drink down. There’s light in her irises now, and she parts her lips to respond to your inquiry.

“If I’m being honest, that’s why I came here tonight. To get my mind off of things. I love my job, don’t get me wrong. My parents are proud of me. I’m seeing all of my friends in the field, classes A and B, succeed. The country needs us, the world even, and it feels great to know that I’m helping people.” She trails off, the light and enthusiasm in her voice faltering.

“But your supposition is a little bit right, I’m afraid. I wouldn’t trade this job for the world but sometimes it feels like I need a little bit more than this.”

You’re genuinely puzzled at what she’s getting at.

“A little bit more than what?” You ponder gently.

She shrugs, and her cheeks grow pinker, pouting a little bit. You’d always found her expressions adorable and her enthusiasm even more infectious. Her hands are balled into fists, and she opens and closes them a few times.

“Intimacy. It’s hard to balance any sort of intimate… relationship with work.” She confesses, looking down in shame. She looks up at you like she’s expecting you to throw her down and laugh in her face.

“Uraraka...” you start. “You’re a whole person. A strong, protective, and arguably well-known person, yes.” you affirm. “But you’re still a person. You have needs and wants. It’s okay to yearn for that sort of connection in your life.” You admit, scooting one seat closer. Uraraka doesn’t seem uncomfortable with the extra closeness, and relaxes in her seat, welcoming it, even. “There’s nothing wrong with that at all. There’s no shame in wanting something so human. Even if you’re a pro-hero.”

Her brows are scrunched together as you affirm her. Her plush lips are scrunched together as she sets her drink down on the counter, closing the gap between the two of you in a hasty kiss. Your eyes widen in shock at first, lips numb, but then you hesitantly kiss back until she breaks it off.

Uraraka shakes her head at what she’s done, in denial.

“I- I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I feel like such an idiot, you were just saying all of this stuff and I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have done that, I am so sorr-”

You cut her off by grabbing the lapels of her coat, kissing her again. She sighs, pink cheeks warm with affection. You can taste the whisky on her breath as her hands go to your biceps. She smells like honeysuckle and the same floral shampoo that she’d used in high school. The fabric of her coat is so soft in your hands.

Uraraka pulls away after that second kiss.

“I think- I think we should get out of here” she confesses, words rushed and out of breath. There are stars in her pretty brown eyes as you agree, calling a car to take you back to her place. Just two old friends, reuniting. Nothing wrong with that.

Poor driver, you think to yourself, as you and Uraraka kiss like teenagers in the backseat. You tug at her ponytail as she shrugs her pink coat off, hands finding your waist as she pulls you closer. The smack of her lips and the flavor of her strawberry chapstick cloud your senses. Her nose brushes yours. She’s desperate, desperate for connection, desperate for the flavor of you among the Tokyo streets. Work was a tired haze and you make her feel alive.

When you get to her apartment she struggles with the lock for a second before welcoming you in. Despite her current disheveled state, she keeps the place clean, you thought. But you don’t have much time to think as the zero gravity hero tosses her coat on the ground and kicks off her shoes. You follow suit. Uraraka grabs onto you, legs wrapping around your waist as she jumps on you. You’re pinned against the now-closed door of her apartment, hands on her waist and butt to support her. Maybe you had had too much sake, but at this moment, you were also drunk on her.

You somehow manage to scoop her up, bridal style. Her dress is form-fitting, hugging her physique as she curls into you. She gestures to where her room is and you carry her in, setting her down on the bed and pinning her beneath your weight as you kiss like the other is the air that you need to breathe.

She takes a moment to sit up and strip off her dress, so shes topless in nothing but her tights and a tan bra. Her ponytail has come undone, hair across her face, and you push her hair back, kissing her some more. Your tongue chases hers as she grabs the back of your head and pulls you closer, falling back onto her pink sheets.

You go with her, on top of her once more.

“Is all of this okay with you? Does everything feel okay?” you verify, pulling away from the kiss.

Uraraka nods enthusiastically.

“Fuck- yes. This feels great. Now get back on top of me so I can have more.” She gasps, kissing you so aggressively that her top lip hits your teeth. You pin her wrists above her head and kiss back, biting her bottom lip. She squeals and moans at the sudden intrusion but bucks her hips against yours.

You kiss lower- across the ridges of her collarbone and down the contours of her shoulders until you reach the top of her breasts. She’s still wearing the bra from before.

“Can I go lower?” you susurrate, stopping. Uraraka nods and scoots her bra over her head, revealing her full breasts and soft brown nipples. They’re already hard from the cold but you start to work anyways, taking the left one and rubbing it between your fingers. Uraraka gasps- sensitive, you can tell- and you lean down to take it in your mouth, flicking her breast with your tongue. Her moans are soft, and her usual adorable face is contorted in pleasure. She guides your head as she wishes and you pull off of her hard nipple, kissing the tip. You switch to her right breast, repeating the same motions while teasing the other nipple with your hand.

“Ah- ah, fuck baby. Feels so good. You feel so good, just keep doing what you’re doing- ah!” she bucks up as you bite her a little. You start to suck the skin above her nipple, taking her breast in your mouth. It’s sure to leave a mark but her clothes should hide it during the day. You nuzzle the hickey that you leave, a purple bloom, and keep kissing down her clavicle and on her stomach. You can’t help but nibble on the areas where she’s plusher. That’s one of the things that you’d always found attractive about Uraraka- after years of training and working out she was considerably muscular, but still soft in some places. It was downright adorable, along with her usual bubbly disposition and animated expressions. But there wasn’t much time to think about that, because you were at her hips, teeth tugging on the waistband of her pants. You hesitate, looking up at her from between her legs, waiting for her signal.

She nods, hands coming up to cover her eyes in embarrassment.

“Off. Please, take them off.”

You strip her black leggings and socks off, letting them fall in a pile on her bedroom floor. Her thighs and calves are left bare. You kiss the arch of her foot before returning to the spot between her legs, where her panties are visibly soaked. They’re purple with polka dots and white lace. She looks at you through her fingers, her eyes still covered.

A spur of confidence overtakes you, and you lean up to bring her hands down from her eyes.

“None of that, mkay princess?” you tease, kissing her. Her hands are at her sides, face uncovered. She looks flushed, panting. Her gorgeous brown eyes are pools of lust as you claim your lips with hers. She hums, tongue teasing yours like before.

“You’re the prettiest girl doll, you know that? So don’t cover yourself up. You have nothing to be ashamed about. I want to see you from down here, mkay?” You give her a peck on the lips and she smiles a little and nods, hand taking yours. Her left hand holding yours now, you lean back to the neglected spot between her legs. You let go of her grip to wriggle her panties down her legs, leaving them discarded on the floor with the rest of her clothes.

It seems that she wants to close her legs, but you use your hands to keep them open. She isn’t covering her face anymore, looking to see what you do next.

“If you want me to stop, I’ll stop, princess. Okay?” You ask.

She shakes her head. “I’m- I’m just scared, is all. It’s been a while. But please, don’t stop. Keep going.” She whispers, manicured hand cupping your face. You lean up and kiss her soft palm, then dive in.

You tease her clit with the bridge of your nose, making her gasp. Your eyes meet hers- shes wide eyed, watching your every move. Uraraka Ochako is at your mercy, and she doesn’t seem to be complaining one bit about it.

You move up so your nose is resting on her mons, tongue darting out between her labia, lapping at her. She bucks up so you hold her down by the thighs, and she gasps. You flick your tongue in and out, darting across her hole. She’s gasping and bucking against your mouth, looking so pretty and helpless. Her bruised chest moves as she bucks, breasts heaving with her breath. The zero gravity hero is normally so strong, so composed and put together and now she’s reduced to putty with her legs spread, pliable beneath your touch.

You hum so she can feel the vibrations, tasting her cream. You change tactics, flattening your tongue down to your chin and moving your head up and down in sweeps, getting her hole and her clit. You move your hands underneath her thighs, bringing her legs up so that more of her is exposed. You switch between sweeps and flicks, paying attention to which reactions each sensation pulls from her parted lips.

Her high voice is usually for expressing enthusiasm and excitement at something new, whether it be a hero mission or an event with friends. You never imagined that you’d hear her like this, moaning wantonly as you ate her out. Uraraka’s eyes roll into the back of her head. She feels so exposed as this, pussy and hole spread for you. She hadn’t shaved, not thinking that she’d be going home with someone tonight. She suddenly feels self-conscious but you don’t seem to mind, nose still buried in her soft brown pubes.

Uraraka gives you permission to use your fingers and you do, introducing one thick digit into her weeping hole. You lap at her drooling clit, wrapping your tongue around it and sucking gently. Her legs tighten around your head but you do your best to keep her pried apart, pussy spread for you. You love how sour she tastes, the texture of her fluids on your tongue. You’ve introduced another finger into the equation, skin wrinkling with how wet she is. You scissor in and out of her, watching her pussy stretch with each motion. She’s unshaven and her entrance looks so cute, framed by the curls of her brown pubes.

Uraraka is now holding her own legs apart for you, thighs spread. Her brown eyes watch you, awaiting what you’ll do to her next. Her lips are peachy pink, full, and parted, tongue lolling out in her mouth. She is teary-eyed, her brown hair a mess. You’re about to add a third finger when she moans something aloud.

“C-cock, fuck.”

You hum up at her in inquiry, and she repeats her request.

“Fuck- I- I want your cock, baby.” She gasps out, back arching. “Stop fucking around and give me your cock. I need you- i-inside of me.” She thrusts her hips forward, enticing you. You didn’t know that your pretty friend had this in her, this carnal, greedy side. You like it. You nod and reassure her.

“Keep being a good girl and you’ll have my cock stuffed in that tight little pussy of yours, baby. Keep being good.”

You remove your fingers from her and kiss the top of her mons reassuringly. You ensure that her sparkling, wide eyes have met yours when you bring your ring and pointer finger to your lips and make a show of sucking them free of her fluids, wrapping your tongue around your fingers. Uraraka moans at the ministration and you stand, stripping your shirt off and unzipping your pants.

You kneel on the edge of the bed and bring her legs up in a mating press like earlier. With one hand you stroke your member, brushing the fat head of your cock against her waiting, delicious entrance.

“Are you ready for me, princess?” you sigh, kissing her calf. Uraraka nods and you thrust forward, pushing into her until you bottom out. A silent scream tears her throat as you push in more, your girth widening her lips. You press the tops of her thighs down so more of her is spread for you, swearing as you watch your cock disappear inside of her.

She feels heavenly, tight from clenching around your length. Her pelvic muscles are working overtime as you begin to move, hips flush with hers before you pull back, thrusting even harder. Uraraka’s mouth is still open, drooling a tad, eyes glazed over in pleasure as you rock into her with vigor. Her mattress shakes as you keep thrusting in and out of her sweet, tight pussy.

Your hands grab for hers as you keep the motion, scooting more onto her bed for a new angle. She moans with every thrust, the sounds being knocked out of her as you reach deeper and deeper inside of her.

You release your grip on her hands and lean up to kiss her, hips still moving. You thrust up as your tongues clash. Uraraka moans. You support your body with your elbows on either side of her, hips pumping.

“Fuck- pretty girl, keep on moaning for me just like that. That’s it, does that feel good for you?”

Her eyes are squeezed shut, but Uraraka nods, a hand going down to tweak her sensitive clit. She rubs herself as you thrust, body moving back and forth in tandem with hers.

“Y-yes. Iss good. It’s so good, y/n, fuck.” She gasps out. She’s trying to meet your thrusts, controlling the angle where you bottom out inside of her.

“Yeah. You like my cock? Say it” you taunt, reaching a free hand to play with and smack at her right breast. Uraraka moans and clenches at the playful smack. You watch her heaving breasts bounce as you slam into her.

“F-fuck, y/nnnnn” she whines, shrill. She both likes and detests your teasing. It turns her on even more, if anything you can tell by how she jerks into you.

“I- fuck, babe,” she inhales sharply as you press into her, slowing down a little to reach her deeper. “Fuck, I like your cock. Like what you’re doing to me, I-” you cut her off again with a sharper thrust, trying to impale her deeper. “I love your cock baby, fuck it feels sho good.” She moans. You regain some energy and pound her again, every thrust hopefully as loving, affectionate and as rough as you want it to be.

You scramble for her headboard in the dark, looking for an easier way to go deeper, to feel the white-hot tightness of her. You find purchase on the edge and lean up, pistoning into her. She sighs and whines, body going almost limp except for the hand working her pussy.

“Baby i’m gonna- gonna c-” she gasps.

You moan. “I know sweetheart, I know. I’m getting there too. Just cum, let go-” you gasp “let go whenever you feel like it mkay?” You let go of the headboard to lean down to kiss her, then continue your motions.

Uraraka’s head is thrown back in ecstasy against the pillows. You thrust harder, energy subsiding as the muscles in your legs and glutes go into overdrive. Uraraka tenses her pelvic muscles, calves wrapping around your lower back until she pants harder than before, small thrusts meeting your hips. She moans loudly before releasing your cock from her vice grip, cumming hard around you. She feels so wet and hot and good, the apples of her cheeks rosy from the pressure, arms falling limp as she stops her motions to her clit. You thrust one final time and pull out of her, your cum coating the top of her mons and getting tangled in her pubes. Her hole clenches weakly around nothing as she gasps, recovering from her orgasm.

You sigh and gently take your place next to her at the head of the bed, body wrapping protectively around hers. You reach over her head and grab some tissues from her side table to wipe up your ejaculate, balling up the spent tissues onto her nightstand. The two of you can take care of that tomorrow. Uraraka is still spent, eyes blinking as she readjusts to her surroundings. You smile and kiss her forehead, still sticky with sweat. You lay down next to her, an arm underneath her neck to support her head. Uraraka groans a little, stretching out. She hums and curls into you a little, bare chest pressed against yours. She throws an arm over your back, rubbing up and down your spine reassuringly. Her way of saying thank you, you think. She hums some more and nuzzles your neck, kissing your cheek. You lean down to claim her lips in a proper, chaste peck.

Uraraka blinks open her eyes to look up at you. You can see her star string lights reflect in her pupils. She takes a hand and cups your face, thumb rubbing against your cheek. She’s still hazy as well, coming down from her high.

“Y/n?” she asks, voice soft with fatigue.

“Hmm? What is it, pretty girl?” you ask, hand covering hers. Her skin is so soft and warm.

Uraraka yawns, gentle. She smiles softly up at you.

“Thank you. Thank you for keeping me company tonight.” She sighs. Uraraka kisses you once more, her lips are so good and plush. You kiss back, indulging in the affection from the girl that you’d secretly longed for for all of high school.

These kisses feel different. Chaste, sincere, vulnerable. They’re distinct from the ones claimed during your drunken haze. Uraraka seems to be sobering up, and you too. This is a good thing, you think. Shes sobering up and she doesn’t seem to regret this a bit. She still wants you here.

The pair of you clamber under the covers, naked. Your bodies are intertwined. Uraraka offers you some water from the bottle on her nightstand and you accept. Then, you pull her pink comforter onto the two of you, shielding your bodies from the cold of the room. Her breasts press into your chest, the peaks of her nipples softening. This feels good, this feels right, the two of you think. This may have just been a drunken hookup from a bar, but tonight feels safe, like the two of you were meant to find each other in the hustle and bustle and loneliness of life. This is your reprieve from responsibility, your roaring fire at the end of the storm.

Uraraka nuzzles her face into your neck and you wrap yourself around her closer. You can feel her heartbeat against yours. Your thigh is shoved between her legs, not enough to touch her heat but enough that she can clench around your legs.

This is enough. You think. This is home.

Uraraka is tired. She got her warm body and her reprieve from work. Even better, she got to reconnect with an old friend, someone whom she thought had forgotten about her.

The two of you can discuss this in the morning. What matters is that you’re both here, right now, at this perfect moment in time. You’re here because you want to be with one another, and nothing is safer than that.

Uraraka doesn’t have to make you stay, and likewise with you to her. You want her here, right now, and many more times after.

The curve of her face illuminated by her star string lights is the last thing that you see before you nod off.

“Sweet dreams, Uravity.”

#boku no hero academia #uraraka ochako #uraraka ochako x reader #ochako uraraka x reader #bnha smut #bnha fanfiction #bnha x reader #reverse comfort #fluff and smut #selfship #f/o x s/i #mha x reader #ochako smut #uraraka ochako smut #uraraka ochako fluff

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rarepears · 2 years

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Ask game title: before the fire beats again

Unbeknownst to anyone, Katsuki has a music hobby. He plays the drums, which would come to no surprise to anyone, but he also produces beats and beat samples.

They are super fire - his beats are on so many trending songs on the Japanese billboard charts.

He still wants to be a hero first and foremost, but the music career would be his backup since he has such a strong reputation.

And maybe he's started dabbling into music composition in the jpop industry. The royalties are rolling in and Bakugou is ready to fund a hero agency any time now; he's got enough cash at hand.

(Lol do we need to give Bakugou a "Hanana Montana" moment now? He can totally wear a wig for his musical alter ego which has a bit of fame in the music industry.)

[check out other fic ideas in the #made up fic title ask game]

#make up fake fic title ask game #bnha #bnha ideas #boku no academia #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #in which bakugou also produces and writes music as a hobby and has a hanana montana moment au

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archived-of-heavy-nexus · 1 year

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Yu Takeyama (Mount Lady)

Weight: 409lbs (186kgs)

Bio: With ranking 23 in the Japanese Hero Billboard Chart instead of being in the top 10 with Kamui Woods, Takeyama focused solely on being a hero instead of pursuing fame and fortune. She didn’t change her lifestyle by snacking and being lazy, however. This caused her over the years to get as fat as you see her now.

Art by Bewildered-Angel on DA

Image here

⚠️ Warning ⚠️ : This is for @nexus-of-heavies a muse blog that requires viewers to be of US legal age for marriage or higher. If you wish yo reblog this bio for one of my muses due to the artwork, please take this into account.

#muse bio #muse: mt lady

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tsuna-mayos · 1 year

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mha e87 “japanese hero billboard chart”

#my hero academia #2023 series #new bird alert

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dalarys-oc-collection · 1 year

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Misao Hatanaka (left) and Kiro Hatanaka: Tsitak (right)

Misao is the mother to 4 kids and one adopted kid, Kiro is her wife

Misao is the a Pro Hero and is somewhere between 10 and 15 in the Japanese Billboard Charts and she also works as a Chemistry teacher at UA, Kiro is also a Pro Hero and is 1 on the Greek Billboard Charts

#my hero art #my hero academia #my hero academy oc #ofphoenixflyer

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solarwindswriting · 2 years

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Miyu Inoue (King Midas)

Name: Miyu Inoue

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 35

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Occupation: Pro Hero, UA Teacher

Hero Name: King Midas

Quirk: Midas Touch; Allows her to turn what she touches gold when activated, including herself. The duration depends on her calorie intake and storage, causing her to keep a heavier build that what is thought normal for Pro Hero’s her age.

Ethnicity: African, and Japanese

Height: 5’4”

Scars: various small ones from years of hero work

Personality Traits: Kind, patient, commanding

Strengths: leadership, finances, crisis management

Weaknesses: easily protective of people, quick to irritate, chocolate cake

Favorite Things: her daughter, shitty reality tv, reading

Family: Zoe Inoue (3.5 year old daughter), Shouta Aizawa (Cousin)

Friends: Nemuri Kayama (Midnight), Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic), Emi Fukukado (Ms Joke), Gunhead

Enemies: None (yet)

Potential Love Intrests: Denki Kaminari

Vocal Pattern: smooth, husky, playful

Backstory and Personality: Miyu grew up not far from their younger cousin Shouta Aizawa meaning the two spent a lot of time together and have been close ever since. Hizashi Yamada and Nemuri Kayama were easily integrated into the group when they and Aizawa became friends at UA. Miyu’s quirk manifested early, at just 7 months old, to the distress of her parents who now had a child who would turn anything they touched to gold. Her own daughter, Zoe has recently manifested a matching quirk to her own at three and a half. Miyu had a successful music career as a young hero, getting into the music billboard top 100 multiple times. She still preforms from time to time, typically at charity events, but as retired from making new music when her daughter was born. She has also successfully ran the 7 Rings Hero Agency and been in the top 100 on the hero billboard chart for most of her hero career, currently sitting at #64. Miyu was in a long term relationship with Pro Hero Gunhead, who is also the father of Zoe, but is recently split on good terms. A recent opening for a music and home teacher at UA high has Miyu considering a shift in career. She is also looking for some new sidekicks, turning to her cousin to see if he has any graduated students still looking for an agency to work at.

Spotify Playlist

Person’s Likeness Used: Lizzo

#king midas #Miyu Inoue #oc #my oc #mha #my hero academia #solarwindswriting

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z-liveblogs · 4 years

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BNHA - S4x24 - Liveblog

??? How??? Does that work???

Oh hey! It's the guy I kept seeing in fanfics without context! Nice to finally put a face to the name!

Is... Is he wearing armour? I'm not sure I like it

Man, these "Spot the Difference" games just keep getting harder and harder, huh

"It's Hawks!" Says a random civillian when they spot the current number two hero, completely ignoring the current number one hero right next to him asgsfsgsdga Endeavour really can't win

What a drama queen, there's no reason to open his wings right now, except to be Dramatic

Is he flying?

#bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #liveblog #z liveblogs #mhas4 #japanese hero billboard chart

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everypanelofkatsuki · 5 months

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Chapter 184 - Japanese Hero Billboard Chart

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya

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everypaneloftamaki · 4 months

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Chapter 184 - Japanese Hero Billboard Chart

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #suneater #tamaki amajiki #lemillion #mirio togata #tsuyu asui #izuku midoriya #eraserhead #aizawa shouta

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aj-lenoire · 3 years

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oh my god he’s an asshole. i love him.

#HE’S MY AGE?!#FUCK #i thought he was gonna be like—27?? at least?? late twenties??#my hero academia #4.24 japanese hero billboard chart #keigo takami #mha hawks #aj watches my hero academia #aj watches

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greenshirtimagines · 3 years

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Eternally Yours

Characters: Deku, Bakugou

A/n: Here, have a couple proposal-themed imagines that I might one day expand

Fem!Reader

Izuku

To be the Number One hero, a beacon of hope, was what Izuku had dreamed of all his life.

And he had just attained that goal.

He stared at his phone in shock, the emails from his higher-ups and PR manager all fusing together, only a few words being clear.

Congratulations on becoming the Number One Hero, Deku!

“I.. I… I did it?! I’m… the number one hero?!”

Had he really achieved his dream? After everything he had suffered, was it finally time for him to reach that goal he had tried so hard to reach? Did he earn it at last?

Uncertainly, he slowly looked over to you, as if a single word from your mouth could confirm that he wasn’t imagining things.

You smiled brightly, immediately enveloping him in your arms and holding him close to you as you nodded, “Of course you are, Izuku! You’ve worked so hard all this time, it was only a matter of time before you became Number One. I knew you could do it,” you added, your voice quieting as you pulled away slightly and cupped his face with your hands. “I’m so proud of you.”

As he listened to your words, the reality of the situation hit him. The corners of his lips tugged into a wide smile as his eyes began tearing up, an almost overwhelming feeling of accomplishment and euphoria exploding from his heart.

He had done it. That dream that once seemed impossible was now his to hold, and as he looked up at you through glossy eyes, he realized that maybe now was the time to take hold of his other dream.

Dim lighting filled the room, the soft sound of the piano being played in the corner mixing in with the clink of champagne glasses and ringing praises.

The night of the Japanese Hero Billboard Chart had come and gone, the rankings being made public and your boyfriend once again being the center of attention.

Did you really want to attend another party only the night after? Not really, but you loved seeing your boyfriend in a suit and tie, so you didn’t complain too much, even when you were hounded by reporters and the members of Japan’s elite, each feeling obligated to say some spiel about “hard work” and “the country having a bright future in his hands”, phrases that, no doubt, they would be saying to other heroes.

Izuku, of course, tried his best to pay attention and answer sincerely to each of them, but with every passing second he became more and more anxious, constantly looking for the moment he could pull you away from the crowd and say four little words that would change both of your lives forever.

“So, Number One hero,” the owner of the reception hall said, sliding up to you and Izuku, “what do you plan to do next, now that you’re at the top?”

“Oh! Well,” he cleared his throat nervously, glancing at you from the corner of his eye, “not much is going to change. I’m still going to work hard everyday to make sure that I protect the people, and can be a symbol of hope. But, uh,” he blushed a little, looking away from the both of you awkwardly as he mumbled, “I do have one thing on my mind right now.”

“Oh really?” The owner asked, his smile turning curious.

You looked at your boyfriend in surprise, raising an eyebrow as you silently prodded him on to tell what he was thinking about.

Your curiosity only distressed him more.

“Yeah!” He squeaked, praying that his hands weren’t growing sweaty as one of them held yours. “But uh, it’s a surprise! So I can’t tell anyone just yet, you know?” He laughed nervously, hoping that what he said would at least be enough to satisfy the owner.

“Ah, I understand,” the old man laughed. “I can’t wait to hear what it’s all about!”

“Yup! Don’t worry, you’ll hear about it haha!!”

The owner bid farewell, moving on to speak to some other heroes.

Izuku let out a heavy exhale, his nervousness decreasing by a fraction until you turned to him, a suspicious look on your face.

“So… you have a surprise? Since when? Do I get to hear about it?” You asked.

He gulped, trying to force a natural looking smile on his face.

“Hey, don’t you think it’s kind of stuffy in here? We should go get some fresh air before somebody else tries to stop us!”

Not even pausing to hear your reply, he found a gap in the circles the guests had made, leading you through and hurriedly walking out of the hall into the empty moonlit gardens. Pulling you to a little fountain out of view from the main doors, he collapsed onto its edge, the languid sound of the running water feeling more welcome than the endless roaring in the sea of people.

Taking a seat beside him, you gently took his hand, starting to feel a little concerned.

“Izuku? Is everything alright? If you felt overwhelmed in there, you could’ve just told me. We can leave now if you want,” you said, beginning to stand up.

“No, wait!” He exclaimed, pulling you back down.

You looked at him with wide eyes as you tilted your head questioningly.

“Heh, sorry about that,” he murmured.

“Okay, what’s going on?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

Had he done something? What was wrong with him?

“Nothing’s wrong! I just… I guess I’m nervous about the surprise,” he began, his voice quieting as he looked down at his hands. “It’s a pretty big surprise that I’m really looking forward to, you know?” He looked up at you for a moment, his face reddening once he met your eyes.

“It definitely must be a pretty big surprise,” you chuckled lightly. “I haven’t seen you get this red since we first kissed.”

His blush only deepened as he tried to ignore that last statement, steeling his nerves as he cleared his throat.

“It definitely is a big surprise,” he said, willing himself to look back at you, “and it’ll probably change my life forever. But it won’t just change it, it’ll complete it.”

You let out a small gasp, a vague sense of understanding beginning to settle in your mind.

Was he...?

“(Y/n),” he breathed, lowering himself from the fountain onto one knee as he grabbed your hand, “being the Number One hero was my first dream since childhood, and I wouldn't have been able to make it without you and all the support you've given me all these years. It feels amazing to have reached that goal, but I've realized something. Being Number One isn't the only dream I have. I didn't have any time to buy a ring or really even prepare, but now that one dream has come true, I don't want to wait anymore for the next one. So please, will you marry me?"

“Of course I will,” you smiled, squeezing his hand tightly as a wide smile broke out onto his face.

He sighed in relief, sitting back on the fountain and throwing his arms around you, burying his face in your shoulder as his began to shake slightly.

“Are you crying?” You asked, wrapping your arms around him as you felt your own vision go blurry.

“No! Maybe… I’m just really happy,” you heard his muffled voice say.

“I am too,” you told him, a few tears slipping down your face. “I’m glad that one of my dreams gets to come true.”

He raised his head from your shoulder, looking at you confused.

“It was your dream to marry me too?” “You’re not the only one whose life is incomplete without the one they love."

He smiled back at you, cupping your chin as he began to lean forward.

“Thank you for making my dreams come true, (Y/n).”

Katsuki

One plan. Bakugou had one plan. The perfect one. After coming to the realization that all he wanted to do was spend the rest of his life loving you, he decided that he was going to marry you.

Hence, the proposal plan.

It was simple, really. He’d start off by taking you to your favorite date spot, followed by taking you back to his house and making you the best dinner he’d ever cooked, and finishing with the proposal, in his backyard by that beautiful cherry blossom tree you loved so much.

If he was being honest, he used to hate that cherry blossom tree, thinking it clashed with his personality and having no real purpose. The only reason it was there in the first place was because the previous owners had left it.

You were the only reason it remained. You were enchanted by its beauty, the light pink petals swirling around your hair as you laughed and told him it was too pretty to be cut down. It was then that he in turn was enchanted by your beauty, and found himself accidentally murmuring out his first ‘I love you’.

And now, whether he liked to admit it or not, the tree held special memories for him, and, more importantly, for you, so at the middle of his plan sat that stupid tree.

But stupid or not, he knew it would make for the happiest proposal possible.

As long as everything went according to plan, he’d soon be enacting the single greatest proposal ever.

Nothing ever did go according to plan with you, did it?

“Just how did you manage to faint because of exhaustion, idiot?!”

You laughed nervously, rubbing the back of your head as you shrugged sheepishly, trying to ignore the curious looks of the nurses as you waited to be discharged.

Bakugou grit his teeth, his irritation rising by the second. Getting a phone call about his lovely girlfriend being in the hospital was not a part of the plan, nor was learning that you had fainted because of the toll exhaustion had taken on your body.

“Well, with the new string of high-profile robberies that’s been going on, my boss has been putting extra pressure on me to catch the culprit,” you explained, trying to reason with him. “Not to mention, two of my sidekicks are out on their honeymoon, so I have less assistance with the other cases and villains I already have to take care of on a daily basis.”

“Tch, I thought I told you that you can ask me for help! Or what,” he said, glaring at you suspiciously, “does your boss refuse to let you team up with anyone?”

“It’s not that,” you sighed. “You just have a lot of work already, so I figured it would be better not to ask. And besides, I really didn’t think I would end up fainting.”

He rolled his eyes, huffing, “It doesn’t matter how much work I have, I’ll always help you if you need it. Whether you like it or not, I’m going to partner up with you for this case!”

“Okay, okay,” you chuckled, “if it’s fine with you, it’s fine with me. I wouldn’t mind getting to spend more time with you,” you smiled teasingly.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he muttered, trying to ignore how pleased he felt about finding a reason to see you more.

“Sorry about our date, by the way.” “Oi, don’t think you’re getting out of that one! The least you can do is come to my house and have dinner. Your boss gave you the rest of the day off and you’re spending it with me. Someone has to make sure you take care of yourself.”

“Sounds good to me!” You chirped. “I’m always done for free food, you know.”

He rolled his eyes again, muttering some comment or another about how you should be grateful for being able to taste his food.

The only thing that really mattered, was that his plan was still in motion.

Sure, maybe he’d have to scratch the first part, but that part didn’t matter as much as long as you still enjoyed your time with him. This little incident wasn’t going to deter his plans, after all, it wouldn’t have happened if he’d been able to take care of you like he wanted.

And in order to do that, he needed to put a ring on your finger as soon as possible.

You let loose a contented sigh, Katsuki’s food always being able to make you feel better.

“You know, I’ll never understand how your quirk isn’t something related to cooking,” you remarked. “If you hadn’t become a hero I’m sure you could’ve been competing with Gordon Ramsey.”

“Competing with him?” He snorted, glancing at you as he took your dishes and set them in the sink, “I could’ve beaten that old geezer easily!”

“If you say so,” you laughed. Holding your arms out to him, you smiled brightly. “Hey, Katsuki?”

“Yeah?”

"Carry me to our tree, won't you?"

“I don’t get why you love that stupid tree tree so much,” he muttered, with an annoyed tone, but still nonetheless walking over to you.

Gently reaching one arm underneath your legs, and the other around your back, he scooped you up, the warmth of his arms shielding you as he carried you out into the cool evening air. He glanced up as he put you down underneath the tree, the cherry blossom petals being bathed in an orange hue as the sun began dipping past the horizon.

“Aren’t you going to sit down?” You asked, watching as he leaned against the tree. “Don’t need to,” he replied. “I’m not the one who worked myself to the point of exhaustion.” “Okay, okay, I get it!" You held your hands up apologetically. "I won't overwork myself again."

“You really ruined the plan,” he mumbled, gazing past you blankly.

“Ruined the plan?" You said, your tone dripping in confusion. "What plan? If this is about the date-”

“No, there’s no point in worrying about it,” he cut you off, his gaze being drawn to the cherry blossoms. “At least I’ve still got the tree, which is the most important part of this.”

You looked from him to the tree and back, wondering if he was going crazy.

“Listen,” he said, “have you ever wondered why I kept this dumb, over-sized plant? It’s because you like it so much, and I want you to have a yard that you like.”

“A yard that I like?” You repeated. “But I don’t live here? Wait…” You looked back at him, your eyes widening. “Are you saying that… you want me to move in with you?”

“NO!” He yelled, feeling his eye twitch. “Do you really think I’d date you for all these years just to add on more years of dating?!”

He huffed, getting down on his knee beside you and taking you by the shoulders. “I want the whole world to know you’re mine at a glance. I don’t want you fainting anymore from exhaustion and I want to share every damn thing with you, whether it’s good or bad! I’ll make every good thing for you better, and I’ll help you through the bad until you’ve defeated it.”

His hands went from his shoulders to your face as he pulled you towards him, the slight breeze ruffling your hair and stirring the petals of the cherry blossoms.

“I love you,” he said, a single petal floating in between the two of you. “I have the balls to marry you, so don’t say you won’t be my wife.”

As he waited for you to respond, another petal fell. A third. A fourth.

With each passing petal, Bakugou felt a strange stab of anxiety, your silence eating away at him.

“Come on, answer me-”

Before he could finish, Bakugou found himself falling backwards onto the soft grass as you threw yourself on him, his head narrowly missing the trunk of the tree.

“Oi, what-”

“I didn’t think you’d ever ask,” you whispered, laying on top of him with your head resting in the crook of his neck.

“HEY! WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!” He hissed, sitting up as he pulled you off of him.

You giggled, moving around to sit next to him. “It means yes. I'd love to be your wife,” you murmured, smiling at him lovingly from under your lashes.

Bakugou felt his heart skip a beat. In all his years of dating you he never had gotten used to that utterly sweet look you gave him every so often, the one that sent his face burning and his stomach fluttering.

And just like the cherry blossom tree, he may have pretended to hate it, but he wouldn’t get rid of it for the world.

As he took the ring out of his pocket and slid it onto your finger, he couldn’t help but feel that although some things may not have gone according to plan, everything in this moment was perfect.

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