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softxsuki · 2 days

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Hi, this ia kind of an emergency request because i had been feeling really suicidal lately and i thought that maybe reading some angst/confort would help ❤️‍🩹

Soo, i wanted to ask for Izuku in which his bestfriend had been feeling like super suicidal and she has been selfharming.

Thankss 🫶

Midoriya Comforts Sui*idal Reader

Warning: mentions of suicidal thoughts, self-harm, depression

Note: Hope this helps :) <3 and for everyone reading this, urgent requests are now closed for the rest of April, I'll have three more spots open in May :D

Our gentle boy, Midoriya, is great at reading people

So when you begin to isolate yourself and plaster that fake smile on your face whenever you’re with your friends together, he knows something is up

But he’s a little awkward and doesn’t know how to bring it up without accidentally hurting your feelings or making you feel uncomfortable–that’s the last thing he’d ever want

So despite the anguish that hits his heart when you show up at his door with tears in your eyes, he’s relieved that you’re finally opening up to him

He was your best friend, someone you knew you could always rely on, and your favorite hero despite also being a hero as well, you wanted to put your trust in him

So you tell him everything; how you’ve been feeling recently, the self-harm, the thoughts of suicide that terrified you, yet sometimes felt like your only option

And he listened to every word, holding one of your hands as he traced small circles into your skin, encouraging you to continue speaking, not an ounce of judgment in his eyes as you pour your heart out

“Y/N, you’re my best friends, I wouldn’t be where I am today without your support. I’m thankful everyday that you’re alive by my side, I’m just sorry that I haven’t been giving you the same support to where you feel this way now. I’m sorry”

You quickly tell him that it isn’t his fault, he was a great friend who always helped you out and was there for you when you needed him, your problems were rooted deeper and would take longer to heal from

But with Midoriya by your side, you’d be able to get through anything now that he was aware of your situation

He’d show you that life was worth living one day at a time while offering to get you professional help as well, even if it was just having a professional to talk to about your feelings once a week so they could help guide you in the right direction

In the meantime though, he’d do whatever he could for you, showing you beautiful things in the world, making sure you wouldn’t hurt yourself again, and helping you be happy again, no matter how long it takes

“I’ll show you the little things in this world that you won’t want to miss, so stick around so you can see them all,” he says with a smile

Nothing changes with your friendship, he treats you the same, but perhaps is a little more aware and direct with making sure you’re doing okay and reaches out first if he suspects you’re not doing too well

Very attentive and kind as usual, wants the best for you so you can feel like yourself again without the dark cloud hanging over your head

Posted: 4/22/2024

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zawadni · 2 years

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IZUKU MIDORIYA HAS ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A HERO. from the time he knew how to think, he knew that that’s what he wanted and that he’d do anything to be a hero. it was a surprise to a total of 0 people that he wanted to be like all might; i mean he never shut up about it.

but one thing he didn't realize he didn’t want until he unfortunately had it, was the publicity that came with being a non-underground hero- and the number 1 hero at that. there were people constantly watching his every move, his every breath.

every time he talked to someone, man or woman, there were 8 articles the next day wondering if they were dating. there were paparazzi taking 100 photos of him when he so much as stood at his doorstep to get the mail. it was times like that that made him wish he could turn back the clock and tell his 15 year old self to pursue being an underground hero.

but it’s also times like this where you drag him out of the house to take him to the cat cafe that was several blocks down the street that he doesn’t regret a single bit of it. when you link your fingers with his over the table, he’s tunnel vision on how nice you look sitting across from him.

when you stand up to move your chair to sit next to his, he pulls it closer to the point your knees are knocking with his. he realizes when it's you, he doesn’t care. especially not when you’re walking through the park and you slink an arm around his waist. definitely not when you’re both laying on the grass in that same park and you sit on his lap because the ground was uncomfortable. and certainly not when you’re in public and you lightly grip the collar of his shirt or hero suit to pull him down into a burning kiss that make him feel happy.

now, the hero doesn’t have it in his heart to truly hate anyone besides villains and criminals, he doesn't.

but izuku midoriya does really dislike paparazzi. he dislikes that he can almost never have a minute to himself when he’s outside of his home. that even though everyone and their mothers know that he’s in love with you, that they still make conspiracies that he’s dating the reporter he glanced at or the coffee shop employee he got his coffee from. and he especially doesn’t like all the hate you get your way just because you’re dating him.

and then, all of a sudden, every single bit of that dissipates and dissolves in the back of his throat when you look at him with that glint in your eyes and that smile stretched across your face. he sees is when you’re knowingly teasing him or after you kissed him in public and he’d do anything to keep seeing it everyday for the rest of his life.

that just seems to be a thing you do. you effortlessly ease away at all the worries gnawing on him at the back of his head no matter what you do. and tonight is positively no different than the others.

it’s late, he knows that. so despite the utter exhaustion weighing his shoulders down like a ton of bricks, he does his very best attempt at being as discreet as he can physically manage. truthfully, you weren’t sleeping and you could hear his boots clanking on the ground from the elevator down the hallway.

so even though as moving as slow as a slug to tear his boots off and gently place them on the floor, he hears the pitter patter of your feet inching closer towards him.

your soft voice rang through his head, “late night at the office?”

“mhmm. paper work. ‘lot of it.” his words came out clipped and short- not even able to spare the energy to form full sentences. like clockwork, you lightly grab his hand and lead him into your room where you help him shed his hero suit until he was down to nothing but his boxers. but with the way his back was hunched over, he didn't feel any better.

“you’re really tense izu’, want a massage to help you?”

he groaned and unceremoniously dropped on top of the bed at the thought, “would’ja honey? s’really bad.” midoriya didn’t even pull his head from where it was shoved into the memory foam of his pillow.

and in a matter of mere minutes, the villain he was in a fight with that drew out way longer than he wanted and the bucketloads of paper work on his desk didn’t matter.

because as long as izuku midoriya was coming home to you, nothing else mattered in the slightest.

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platrom · 1 year

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Long Distance.

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1608 words

NOTE: Yes, the continuation of “One Last Time” is being written. This is just an old draft I finished up while writing the second part of it.

This will likely have a second part if you guys want one. Enjoy. :)

TW: Reader is in America for an internship Midoriya is in Japan, mentions of cuts & bruises & broken bones, mention of being heroes, Izuku and the reader are dating since they were in UA, homesickness, mentions of Bakugou, everyone in Class 1A missing the reader, reader sleeping and waking up from slumber, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of worrying over reader, no specified gender for reader

“I wish you could see yourself like the rest of the world does.”

His tone is so soft, the pitch so low that the quiet affirmation barely reaches your ears. You teeter on the edge of slipping into a peaceful slumber, mind lulled to sleep by Izuku’s familiar and comforting rambling.

It reminds you of the nights you spent as heroes in training cuddled up to each other, talking aimlessly about the futures ahead of you. Both of you had been so buoyant and youthful, filled with life and freedom; it had felt as if you carry the world on your shoulders if you truly desired to.

That energizing passion and life that once burned brighter than the stars above is one you miss.

After you had become a hero and moved away to America for your final internship, it felt like that unfaltering blaze had been blown away, its embers lost in the darkness of midnight. The harsh reality of the world had finally settled— the Earth had chosen you as a subject to its excruciatingly relentless torture.

Everyday, you returned to your tiny apartment with massive splotches of purple and blue decorating your skin, deep and shallow cuts, and even broken bones if a pesky villain had gotten the upper hand against you. The cost of living was rather extreme; especially for such a compact and small apartment in an area where crime rates were fairly high and the smog clouded the once resplendent sapphire sky. The streets were packed with obnoxiously loud cars, rude drivers, nosy neighbors, and creatures that stomped on all greenery planted for the purpose of decoration or environmental reasons. However, the sidewalks were empty; nothing was in walking vicinity. All had to be done through some form of vehicle transportation, whether that be with trains, cars, motorcycles, or bikes.

You miss when you could walk down to your local grocery market to shop for household essentials. You miss the familiarity of Japan, the common sight of children, teens, and adults alike congregated in the wide streets traveling to their home, workplaces, or to the store. You miss the smell of sizzling street food in the air, the aromatic fragrance of decedent meals coaxing you to hand local shops wads of bills to taste the divinity of such meals. You miss walking hand in hand with your friends down the streets of Japan, giggling and chattering about the mundane parts of life and school.

Being homesick is a feeling you never expected to wash over you so gradually; it was one that you predicted to never even occur.

When you first left for America, waving at your family and friends, pure elation and butterflies streamed through your bloodstream, mind high off of adrenaline and the promise of a new land piled with opportunities and refreshing experiences. Not a sliver of doubt could be traced, only determination and naivety.

The things you would do to go back to Japan were unfathomable.

“We all miss you, even Kacchan does. He doesn’t like to admit it, but he always pays attention when your name is mentioned.”

The fuzziness of sleep plaguing your system slowly drains away, the once slowed beating of your heart picking up to a steady thrum. It wasn’t peculiar to hear Midoriya mention your former classmates or family and their welfare. Yet, he always abstained from explaining how they felt about your relocation; instead, he would inform you that they all missed you and couldn’t wait for you to return from America.

But to hear Bakugou specifically had been missing you? That was quite odd.

Throughout the entirety of the years you spent alongside Bakugou, he had never particularly paid attention to you. The minimal interactions between you both stemmed from academic assignments, group sparing sessions, or the basic verbal exchange in the common room for common essentials. You didn’t know him like Kirishima or Midoriya did— nor like the rest of his friend group did.

Alas, it appeared that long-term separation affects a person more than anyone gives it credit for.

“When I watch you on TV, (Name), I can’t help but get worried about whether or not you’ll be okay. It scares me to know I can’t protect you from villains like I could before. The possibility that I have to watch you die in front of my eyes through a screen is one that haunts me.”

Izuku had always been an honest and expressive man to you. He always communicated with you about his concerns, worries, and allowed you to voice yours.

This, however, was something you had never heard.

“I know how hard you are on yourself. I know that you push yourself to point that even when you have nothing left to give, you still find something to give.”

His voice cracks as he pours his heart out to you supposed sleeping self, the ends of his words becoming fainter and fainter in a poor attempt to disguise the likely tears that are forming in his jade eyes. Whenever Izuku cried while talking, a distinct trembling, a change in stability of his tone was audible to the ears. Even after all this time of being apart, you can still recognize his cues.

Though, Izuku had been right. As of late, you had been working yourself down to the bone; whenever you reached that breaking point, you merely ignored the reality and continued to stretch yourself thinner and thinner even when your body screamed against it. You had always been the type to do so, especially in your younger years.

Bad habits die hard.

“And I know as heroes it doesn’t seem like it, but we have a long life to live. Together.”

A shaky intake of breath is heard through the phone. He lets out a broken sigh.

“I love you, (Name). I love you a lot. And I know because of our distance and different time zones, you don’t hear it enough. But it’s true. I really do love you.”

It’s a tired confession, but it holds all the meaning and love that Izuku Midoriya possessed in his entire body for you. A faint warmth blossoms in your face and you clutch at your pillow in anticipation, unsure of what words would fall from his mouth next. The erratic pounding of your heart against your ribcage sends your face deeper into the cushioning of your pillow.

“I . . . ” he rustles on the other side and a few sniffles are heard. “I just can’t wait for you to come home. None of us can. So please come home soon, (Name).”

In your mind, you’re aware Izuku is reaching to close the line connecting you both. But you don’t want that.

Not now, not ever.

“Sleep well, (Name).”

“Izuku?” you call out tentatively.

But you’re too late.

There’s a beep that signals the call has ended and you’re left alone in the darkness with your thoughts.

Did he even hear you?

You wish you knew.

You really, really did.

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kaidonvill · 9 months

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MHA HEADCANONS: (just my opinion bro)

The headcanons will be random characters from mha:

+ Monoma is the type of person to act shit around class 1-a yet admires them in the inside, like my brother can go like "ngl bakugo is kinda awesome" "I feel bad about how I treated midoriya" he is canonly sweet and calm.

+ Momo doubt herself for sure (idk why but fuck her she is smarter than me man) like she can cry herself to sleep (typical behaviour that happens to every girl that acts confident and then end up doubting herself/me-)

+ Midoriya will soon be a very talented artist or designer If he ended up being quirkless, like imagine being the one drawing heroes posters and shit (just like me fr)

+ When Kyouka is with denki alone she acts all sweet and kind around him *innocently* but around people she roast him and act different (she does that to everyone I'm sure)

+Mina ashido is the type of person to fight with someone and then in 2 mins they end up being best friends (you dropped this 👑)

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sol-is-the-reason · 1 year

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GN!Yandere!Spouse!reader x Izuku Midoriya

Izuku Midoriya whose so so so in love with his spouse that he doesn't mind the obsessive love they have for him.

That he is ready to ignore the glare they would give anyone who would talk to him for more than two minutes.

So what if they wanna know each and every little detail of his day down to the point, it's just their love and their concern for him.

It doesn't matter that they are a little controlling their only worried about him. And hes so grateful for that.

The love sick Midoriya knowingly chooses to ignore the GPS tracker downloaded into his phone, the cameras that are now present in their shared house, the audio he knows are recording everything he says and sending it directly to you, how his dear spouse is always watching him with those sharp, keen, heart eyes.

He chooses to ignore how that one boy went missing when he had dared tried to flirt with him. After all something he did not see didn't matter to him.

He chooses ignore the clothes mainly his undergarments going missing the day he kept them for laundry, because it's so hot to think about all the naughty things his spouse may be doing with them.

His dear spouse who always gets horny seeing him in the morning with messy bed hair and shirtless, or after he comes back from the gym all sweaty and red faced.

His spouse whose just so meek and shy when dealing with him because their so in love to the point of no return and then suddenly he's pinned to the bed and their whispering their dirty little fantasies to do with him.

And he can't help but be turned on by the jealously you have for each and every one of the people he interacts with because that means he just matters that much to you.

So he will ignore all of your creepy behaviour because as it was love at first sight for you it was for him too.

[A/n:- what did I write...lol...and it's so short too...wtv ig乁⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠_⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠ㄏ]

#yandere #yandere headcanons #x reader #yandere reader #izuku midoria x reader #midoriya x gender neutral reader #mha #bnha x reader #deku x reader #yandere imagines

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living-darkness · 1 year

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Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Check out my master list if you want more!

🥦Beautiful Scars🥦 (BNHA or MHA)

Warning(s): Fluff

To you, all of Izuku's scars are beautiful...

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You always noticed the subtle shift of Izuku’s hands whenever you tried to reach for them.

You figured it was his shyness, he was always jumpy with touch, unused to the feeling.

But you were dating now, right? Don’t couples hold hands?

“Izuku,” you greeted him with a smile.

He had been leaning against the counter with a glass of water, standing a little straighter when he saw you.

“H-hi, [Name].”

With a pout you finally asked him, “Do you not like to be touched?”

“What?” he set down his glass, giving you sole attention.

“Well…whenever I touch you…you get jumpy. And when I try to hold your hand you move it away.”

He furiously shook his head, “No, no! I’m fine with that stuff…it’s just new to me. And you make me nervous, so…”

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You cupped his cheeks with a smile, brushing your thumbs against his freckles, “I was hoping you were okay with it.”

His brows furrowed while his ears flushed red, “More than okay…”

“But then I have a question. If you don’t mind affection, why don’t you let me hold your hands? Or, look at them, really.”

He broke eye contact, preferring the view of the wall.

“Izu-chan?”

“I…My hands have a lot of scars…”

“…”

“I don’t want you to see and think, well,” he sighed.

You frowned in determination, quickly gripping his hands, “There’s nothing wrong with your hands. I like them the way they are. It shows how hard you worked; how strong you are.”

“They’re torn apart.”

“They’re beautiful,” you corrected, you admired them, brushing your thumbs against the hands riddled in scars.

“But…”

“Be proud of them, I am,” you kissed a palm, before turning his hand to kiss the scars, “I don’t find anything wrong with them when they’re a part of you, Izuku. If I love your kindness and bravery, to your smile and freckles…If I love you from head to toe, why wouldn’t that include your beautifully scarred hands?

“I—You—We—That’s not fair…” he stuttered out, his neck and cheeks joining his ears in a change of color.

“Hm? What isn’t fair?”

“That you’re so pretty…” he whispered, “It isn’t fair.”

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maapllee · 1 year

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hey i was wondering if i could have a bakugo/todoroki/deku x reader (any one of them is fine) where the reader often rambles (had a past where they were often neglected and ignored) and they cant really control when it happens. so they end up rambling in class to a group when talking about something they really like, but the class ends up disinterested and kind of talks over her, before one of them (preferably Ochako cuz i have a burning hate for her that can only be fueled by fanfiction) kind of irritably cuts her off. after that the reader kind of goes radio silent and isolates for the rest of the day because they feel like a bother, and the worried guy of your choosing goes to check up on them, only to find them like laying on top of their cover's staring at nothing, a dead or empty look on their face. maybe they try and get them to talk, and eventually the reader opens up and says they feel like a bother/like no one likes them, maybe some light bullying from pink cheeks and gossip/rumors from other people in the school cuz they have a weak/villainous quirk and they deem them unfit, and even a bit of sad y/n backstory 😼 anyways i just want it to be heart-wrenching angst with little to no fluff until the end, can be from any characters POV. sorry if this is long i had a bit of a brain dump, feel free to change anything too!

oh also! cool quirk idea for the reader:

Bubble Pop: essentially the reader can create bubble of any shapes or sizes from their body or water sources nearby (its harder like that) and they dont pop unless the reader wants them too, so they can be used as bullets or trampolines to jump off of . (can even house people inside to help them escape) but when these bubbles pop they release hallucinogenic gas that can cause horrific hallucinations to those who inhale it. (feel and look real, like in schizophrenia disorder, can be very damaging to the victim). oh also maybe overuse causes the reader to become severely dehydrated, resulting is muscle cramps and liver problems, and hallucinations to themselves. also a heightened chance of schizophrenic disorder.

thats all i think.

IZUKU X READER

I like how you called him Deku 💀

I'm super sorry for the delay, I hope you like it <3

A certain pink-haired girl walked through the classroom doors, hair wet. "Bakugou has been such as ass for no reaaassoonnn." Mina pouted, laying her head on the table.

"Are you sure that's not because of your constant pranks on him?" Yaomomo questioned, hands on her hips. "Yeah, that's right. You do go overboard with your pranks, Mina."

Mina stuck her tongue out. "Awhhhh I can't help it, he's too fun to tease." "He's stuck up, isn't he?" Uraraka piped in, "He shouldn't have done that, that was wayy too mean."

"You're the only one that gets me, 'chako." Mina dramatically put her arms around Ochako's neck. "Bakugou's rude and unbearable, gosh. The only one he cares about himself. He's always mean to Izuku as well..." Ochako continued, huffing.

Todoroki and Izuku-kun walked closer on hearing what Ochako had to say. Taking a seat on the tables, listening to the conversation. "Isn't that a bit rude, Uraraka?" Izuku said nervously. "If Kacchan heard it-"

Before Todoroki could say anything, you spoke up. "I think Bakugou's that way because he's insecure. He looks like he only cares about himself, but when Izuku-kun was about to get kidnapped he was the first one to step in. Oh, and didn't he give you a sweater, Mina when you said you felt cold the other day?"

"You're right~ he's one of my bestest friends after all." Mina hummed. Ochako wasn't a fan of the fact you were the centre of attention, she made that clear by staring bullets into you.

"Even though he's rude to Izuku-kun- which isn't justified, He cares about Izuku a lot. I think Bakugou makes himself look confident and egotistical because he doesn't want to be seen as weak"

Yaoyorozu seemed interested at first, but she was talking to Todoroki now and you could see some of your classmates yawning and others walking away. Ochako gave you a look.

"Not cause he's actually any of those things." Your throat dried up as you trailed off. Izuku nodded, smiling. But you didn't see that.

Uraraka put her hand on her cheek, tilting her head. "Woooww, that was so interesting [name]. Anyways, who wants to check out the new cafe after classes today?"

Ashido cheered and the girls nodded enthusiastically, agreeing to the plan. They crowded around Uraraka, shoving you out of the way in the process.

☾☼☽

After class, you walked to your locker deciding to retreat to your dorm for the rest of the day. You'd annoyed the people around you enough already. It's not like you had a right to be in their plans and bother them with your company. Sighing, you slammed the locker shut and walked to the dorm building.

Setting your heavy bag on the floor, you didn't bother changing out of your uniform. The sleeves of your blazer were damp with your tears. Well, whatever. You didn't mind being alone. Who cares about the opinions of some stuck-up teenagers anyways. Plopping yourself down on your bed, you decided to indulge yourself, indulge yourself in the pain your past held.

Thoughts trickled in slowly. It's not like you need company, you reassured yourself. You've done this before.

Did everyone really hate you? Were they just nice to you because you're classmates? Were you that boring?

<<I bet they won't even notice I'm gone>>

<<everyone hates me.>> You thought.

<<maybe I should just- >>

☾☼☽

Your little seance with your past self was cut short by a sharp knock at your door. Not that you bothered responding though. The person walked in and you didn't bother looking at them. What use was any of this?

"Hey..You feeling alright?" A squeaky voice asked. You turned your head to see the nervous green-haired boy standing there, looking at you with concern.

▻ "Uhuh." You replied.

"You don't sound alright. Mm...I know, do you want to talk about it?"

▻ "I told you, I'm fine. Dandy."

"Look, I'm here for you. You can tell me what's bothering you, don't bottle it up. You might feel better after you say it out loud, you know?" Midoriya said, seating himself down next to you.

You didn't want to keep it in anymore. It hurt and Midoriya seemed like he cared.

"It's just...I feel like everyone hates me. That they're just tolerating me cause they have to. You've heard the rumours about my grandfather going insane because of my quirk. They're just two-faced, talking behind my back and being nice to me to my face. it just sucks."

Midoriya hummed, understanding where you came from. "I don't think that's the case. Rumours come and go, we all have haters. We were worried about you because you haven't talked much today. I thought something was off when you looked sad in class today." You listened silently. He continued.

"The others are at the cafe, waiting for us. I volunteered to bring you there. Come on [name], join us. It'll be fun." Izuku smiled.

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sourstars · 1 year

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where are you? where are you? find me please, i can’t go back to sleep without you | midoriya izuku.

It was the type of love that made you feel immortal, like you could take on anything, but all of it will remain, unsullied in the halls of your memory.

He will be here, in your heart and soul, always.

…

one part of an incoming anthology series! song lyrics are IKEA date by swmrs.

warnings: mentions/implications of death and tragedy, mentions and depictions of grief, mourning, and heartbreak.

wc: 1.2K

Midoriya’s childhood room was just as it had always been, if only a bit older.

The shelves with spare parts for his creations, volumes of his favorite classics, articles on intricate theories, trinkets with made up names; they all gather in disquiet, waiting, as if each one has plucked its eyes open after a long rest and has come to discover the world was, and is not, how it has been left, but instead three inches too far out of place. The type of change you cannot ignore once seen, once felt, becoming unbearable; a hip into a table, a shoulder into a door frame, a mind gazing into history’s looking glass.

His bulletin board is tacked with photos, and notes, and essays, and ideas, dozens of pivotal times that commanded the course of your existences, twisted your strings into melodies bound by skin; Uraraka mid-stumble on a skate losing a wheel, Mina in the background as serene as the sea; Todoroki eating Bakugou’s spiciest concoction on a dare, with nonchalant abandon; Eri, Shinsou, Yamada and Aizawa at her sixteenth birthday, covered head to toe in glitter and confetti; Bakugou, through a door crack, reading a romance novel, his notes and analysis written in the margins; You and him within the forest, camping, leaning back as the fire surged, just in time for the camera to catch the fall of his marshmallow and collapsing of your tent.

It had been the time of your lives, before all this, before the hurt, before prophecy to fruition. But then again, you suppose, for anyone who is blind-sighted by tragedy, for anyone nipped too young and too harshly by destiny’s picky hand, it always is.

To be undeniably human is to have experienced all that comes with loss—which means having to have lived through the after.

His mother sits next to you on the bed, smoothing pristine but outdated patterned sheets, and says nothing while she cradles the hoodie he often wore; gotten at a time that Midoriya, truthfully, believed that All Might’s design team had seen better days, but none that had been none better than the beginning, because the beginning is alway the best part of the story.

In the beginning, there is unchained potential, all yours to do anything you wish. Nothing, but the world waiting to be brought to its knees.

She strokes the fabric, running her fingers along the seams, over the haphazardly done and amateurish repairs once made by his unpracticed hands, across the flap of the tag, where he’d written his fate in tiny letters—MIDORIYA IZUKU, FUTURE NUMBER ONE HERO.

“I think,” Your throat feels filmy, your voice raw, words sticking to the meat of your tongue moments before the escape. They paw at you, struggling, and you take the second to scrounge up what’s left, like someone who’d sifted through the couch for a last chance to find loose change. “I think in another unive—if I—if he—we tried and I don’t—”

“I know.”

She sits with her back straight, head bowed down to allow her dark locks to hide her face. Tears smatter across the hoodie’s front, a canvas of endless agony. This is how it is to love and to lose and misplace the compass engraved with a heartbeat. This is how people trip and find one another.

“I know.” She says again, and you glance at the hand that wipes at her eyes, wringing your own. “He wouldn’t have changed a thing, that boy. He was always so stubborn. He would’ve loved you and went out all the same, if it meant he got to experience it all over again.”

She looks over now, nose blotched with pink and eyes shiny. Her hands shake as she reaches to squeeze an arm. “I know.” Her smile is tiny, like broken pieces without glue. “He would tell me about you and it would be like the sun had nothing against his smile. I am so honored to know my son fell in love with someone like you. Thank you for loving my boy.”

Hours feel like blinks when discussing things that matter, but sooner or later, you spend days at home, trying to live with the fact that everywhere you are, he’d been once, too. It will never go away, this ache, but his hoodie is a comfort, a piece of him you have not allowed time to touch, and even though it is not what you want, and what you want cannot be attained, you sleep with it on, you savor the smell of him on the threads. Lavender and honey, lavender and honey and heartache all wrapped up into one.

He had told you once, that when he was a kid, before he learned to talk, to walk, to hope and yearn for something so much bigger than himself, that he wanted—and was going to—change the world. That he wanted to be the history-maker type of man.

But behind his legacy and the fame, this is all that’s left for you, these memories and belongings, all of his goodness wafting away into the world, into your clothes, through his friends—through his work, and his sacrifices.

This is what it meant to be a hero—to lose, to have left something behind. There are things that say heroes are never meant to be happy, but Midoriya Izuku was happiness molded into voice, into body, into being. Sometimes the stories should be wrong. Sometimes they can be. Sometimes they’re not.

(Where’s a love too big for the body supposed to go now?

If not poured straight into him; nowhere, nowhere, nowhere.)

You’d, perhaps, imagined it, but for a moment—for the tiniest of seconds, amidst the silence, and devouring of you within the the cotton’s hold, there had been a warmth, like he was still here, holding your hand.

You say nothing, placing your palms together, imagining that if you’d closed your eyes tight enough, wished hard enough, you could intertwine your fingers, trace his knuckles, have him back.

(“I’m going to change the world one day, help so many people,” he said, and grinned as he forced the curls of his hair into your face as he buried his own into your neck. “Just watch me.”

Your fingers threaded through the green, lightly scratching at his scalp as you pressed a kiss to his head. “I’ve no doubt. And even when you get a big ego and puff up your chest like Toshinori did, I’ll love you through it all.”

There’s a nip at your shoulder, a smidge of laughter. “Even when I’m old and need help walking down the stairs?”

“Until you can barely remember what it was like not to feel like this, being loved like this,”

“Are you saying that you love me Plus Ultra?”

You groan, shoving him away from you before bringing him back in for a soft kiss, thumb pressed into his cheek. “Yeah, that’s what I’m sayin’. Let it be known, the future number one hero is in love,”

“With you? Infinitely.”)

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1-800-c3dr1c · 2 years

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Another villain Izuku Midoriya smut for my amazing best friend, @erikspartnerincrime !

THIS CAN BE CONSIDERED A PART TWO TO MY VILLAIN! IZUKU MIDORIYA X HERO! READER <3

there is literally no plot to this it is basically just smut lmao

This is the third smut I’ve ever written so just so you all know I am simply going off of what I know. I try my hardest to make the reader gender-neutral in all terms, therefore my smut will not be as detailed and / or as long as other smut writers due to me not trying to at all make my smut, or any of my oneshots for that matter, targeted for a specific gender unless specified otherwise in a request.

Izuku Midoriya .. your lover. A villain, he was. But so were you. You loved him quite a lot, and he loved you just as much.

“Izuukkuuu,” you whined out, hugging him from behind. He looked at you, smiling softly.

“Hello, doll.” he spoke in a calm, soothingly warm voice that immediately made you smirk. You were needy .. you wanted Izuku Midoriya to fuck you.

“Izuku..” you mumbled. “I want you.” Immediately, the male stiffened. Before you could study his expression, he had pinned you to the wall so that you were facing the wall instead of him.

“You want me to fuck you, doll? Want my cum, huh? Such a needy whore.” you adored it when he degraded you. You felt so good thinking about what he’d say if he ever caught you pleasuring yourself .. you weren’t allowed to, and you still did so. The thrill of the possibility of getting caught and punished by him was what made you continue to do so. However, you were sure he’d never catch you regardless.

This was proof of that as he had undressed you and himself during the time you were lost in your thoughts. The only reason you were snapped out of them was because Izuku was now pushing his dick into you and you immediately groaned out.

“Master!” you whined out. “You feel..feel so good!”

“You’re taking my cock so well, doll. Just like the little slut you are, hey?” You moaned out as he spoke, clenching around him.

“Fuck, fuck!” you whined, pushing back onto his dick.

So needy .. wanted him so bad .. needed him .. so bad ..

Your thoughts were jumbled and incoherent. He felt so good no matter how many times he fucked you.

“Izuku, master..master!” you called out to him, clenching around him so much that he knew you made sure his cum would not escape from you whatsoever. Izuku didn’t mind, however. He had been planning to cum into you regardless unless you explicitly stated that you didn’t want him to do so.

“You want my cum, darling? You want my fucking cum?” he questioned you, thrusting particularly harder as he spoke. You immediately nodded eagerly.

“Please, please, master! Give me your cum, want your cum so baaaddd!” you sobbed out. Izuku reached a hand and tugged on your hair, forcing you to finally look at him despite your body still facing the wall.

“So fucking needy. My needy little slut, huh?” he chuckled darkly. “You’re mine, doll. Mine only.” he insisted.

“Yes! Yes, only yours!” you agreed, nodding profusely .. or trying to, as he continued to pull your hair.

“Fuck..I’m so close to coming, darling. Cum with me. Cum on my cock.” he groaned out. You whimpered, nodding slightly.

A few thrusts after he had spoke, he began coming. This immediately triggered you to do the same, and once you two had finished coming he pulled out of you.

“Damn..you look so hot, doll.” he spoke with a lopsided smile.

“Izuku!” you huffed, crossing your arms.

“Only telling you the truth. Come on, let’s go get cleaned up.” he chuckled warmly.

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lettersbydahlia · 2 years

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skinny love: two people who have very strong feelings for each other, but are too shy to show it

♡ izuku midoriya x gn!reader (they/them prns)

♡ childhood best friends to lovers, mutual pining but they're both idiots, tiniest bit of angst but mostly fluff

♡ requested by my shawty bae @avocadotoast511 !!

♡ fic is mostly in lowercaps, roughly written + not beta'd since i've been having a bit of writer's block so srry if it's not good :(

when IZUKU’s friends first met you, they genuinely believed you two were a couple. several reasons led them to this assumption: one being that Izuku never specified what you were to him. his best friend or his girlfriend? who knows. two, both of you are always touching each other. it didn’t matter where, when, or how, but there was almost never an instance where your guys hands weren’t on each other.

whether Izuku was holding your hand, hugging you, or rubbing your back. or whether you were sitting on the boy’s lap, kissing his cheek, or ruffling his hair. you two practically act like an elderly couple that have been together since high school. there’s an aura about your two’s relationship that exudes love: unconditional and everlasting. a type of love that screams we’re more than just best friends. lastly, three: the way Izuku looks at you. the way his eyes grow soft the moment he sees you, or at the slightest mention of you.

however, things in the present situation are so, so different. when asked, Izuku will state that you two are just childhood best friends. nothing else and nothing more. maybe he’s violently blushing when asked (he will constantly deny this) but the green-haired boy stands firm on his statement. but Izuku’s friends know better: they know him better. they are one-hundred percent sure that both of you are madly in love with each other, but neither of you will admit it.

which leads to the current situation: U.A,'s spring dance is coming up and everyone except Izuku has a date to the dance. this, of course, means all his friends are determined on getting him a date: you.

»»♡««

“you need to ask them out, Deku!” Uraraka with a smile, and he struggles to smile in return.

“for sure. i bet y/n knows we have a dance coming up and is just waiting for you to ask them out,” Kirishima’s tone is confident and assured, and it terrifies Izuku, because the redhead is nothing but honest. Denki nods encouragingly and gives him a thumbs up, which only makes him more anxious.

“y/n’s just my best friend, guys. they don’t like me that way…” it sounds more like a question than a statement, and Izuku swallows thickly. you don’t like him that way- right? right? he groans and flops on his bed, back hitting the sheets. Izuku’s not even sure of what he’s saying.

»»♡««

it’s the weekend and per custom, Izuku is back home with his mother. in addition, you’re in his bedroom. your legs are swinging back and forth as you vaguely scroll through your phone, while Izuku works on his homework at his desk. it’s a routine you two have become comfortable with: occupied with differently entirely things while basking in each other’s presence. knowing he’s reached this level of comfort with you makes him think there’s a chance your feelings for him are more than platonic, which gives him the confidence he needs to mention the spring dance. after a minute or two of silently hyping himself up, he reluctantly drops his wooden pencil and rises from his desk, taking a seat next to you. you don’t raise your head but briefly hum in acknowledgement.

“so… U.A. is having a dance soon,” Izuku scratches the back of his neck and stares at you. your eyes lift from your phone’s screen and his heart skips a beat.

“oh, really? that sounds lovely. who are you going with?” your phone is carelessly dropped on your lap and your hands are wrung together. Izuku’s heart races as he swipes his tongue over his lips.

“mhm. i’m thinking of asking Uraraka to the dance,” he falters, wondering how you’ll react. you slowly nod, lips pressed together into a tight-lipped smile.

“Uraraka…the brunette with the floating quirk, right?” Izuku nods and he feels deflated at your reaction. he had the tiniest of hopes that you would react differently, that you would speak up and say how you feel, but your reaction is nothing what he hoped and everything he had feared.

“that’s nice, i’m happy for you. you would make a cute couple,” i don’t want to be with her, he wants to say. i want to be with you. but Izuku holds in the words and nods, chest aching.

“thank you.” his voice is embarrassingly tiny and he flinches as you abruptly get up from his bed, body rigid and smile looking too forced.

“i…i have to go. i forgot i have something to do- i’m sorry. see you later, Midoriya.” you leave before he can even say goodbye. it only dawns on him a few minutes later, that you didn’t hug him goodbye and that you called him Midoriya. and his heart hurts more than he’d like to admit.

»»————-　♡　————-««

“y/n! y/n!” you definitely hear him, perking up for a second. then you keep walking forward and don’t even look back. Midoriya huffs. a few of your classmates stare at you as he weaves through the crowd, hearing whispers of ‘u.a.’ and ‘deku!’ he ignores them until he reaches you, hand landing on your shoulder. you spin around, eyes wide.

“what are you doing here?” your voice is low, eyes darting around. you know the crowd he's gathered, and you don't like it. you fiddle with your backpack straps and he sighs.

“you’ve been avoiding me for days and you haven’t responded to any of my texts or calls. what’s wrong? did i- did i do something wrong?” he starts to stammer, hands moving with his words. you’re staring at him silently, before you sigh. you turn and walk away, as if you had never acknowledged him. Izuku’s heart clenches and he follows you, but your speedwalking turns into jogging and eventually you’re running, and he’s running after you. it’s a bit humiliating, he thinks, having to chase you down when you’ve been ignoring him for almost a week. but you’re his best friend, and he can’t let you go.

soon enough he’s caught up to you- running has never been your forte. you’ve been running for a few blocks until you’ve both reached your house. he wraps you in a tight hug, refusing to let go even as you struggle and squirm.

“what-what are you doing!?” you struggle and kick your feet, but your strength is no match for his. it makes Izuku aware of how much he’s changed. only a few years ago, you were the stronger one that chased off his bullies. “i swear to god, Midoriya, if you don’t let me go…” he shakes his head.

“not until you tell me what’s going on,” you stiffen and slowly meet his gaze. Izuku gulps but maintains eye contact despite his racing heart.

“nothing’s going on, i’m fine! i just had a busy week, that’s all. didn’t have time to text you back.” he scoffs, shaking his head. after all these years of knowing each other and you’re still a terrible liar.

he sets you back on the ground, and you shake your head while straightening your uniform. he’s staring at you throughout it, and when you’re done you meet his gaze, brow furrowed. you’re trying to act nonchalant, but he can see right through your act. sees your firsts clenched, your left foot tapping rapidly. he can spot a drop of sweat rolling down your forehead. it’s almost comical how easy he can read your body language but not your mind- not what you’re thinking. it’s both amusing and frustrating.

“why are you lying?” his voice is low, and he feels every suppressed emotion break through. “you’re a bad liar. i’ve texted you every single day, called you once or twice, saw you post on social media- you weren’t busy. you were avoiding me. please…just tell me why.” his posture slumps in defeat, chest feeling tight and eyes watery. he’s so scared to lose you but doesn’t have the guts to say it out loud. “please, just-,”

“-i love you.” you cut him short, chest slightly heaving. “i’ve loved you for so long, don’t you see? i’m in love with you, Izuku. i can’t be a good friend and stay at your side- i won’t do that to myself. i can’t stay to watch you fall in love with someone else. i’m sorry… i can’t break my heart for yours.”

his jaw slackens and his heart skips a beat. “..what?”

you roll your eyes and scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “i’m not declaring my love for you again, Midoriya. i think..” you falter, eyes lowering to the ground. “i think you should leave.”

you turn to head into your house, but Izuku grabs your wrist before you can take another step. your eyes widen but you stay still, waiting for him to talk.

"i-i never knew you felt the same way...” he licks his lips, and your mouth parts open. “i’m an idiot,” he laughs before scratching the back of his neck, gently releasing your wrist. “i thought if i invited Uraraka and told you…” he pauses, snorting. “i think it was the worst idea i’ve had so far. i thought if i invited Uraraka you would’ve gotten jealous and told me how you felt,” he says lamely, wanting to shrink himself.

you’re silent for a moment, jaw clenched. Izuku gulps and feels his palms get sweaty. you sigh, shaking your head, and his heart sinks. you launch yourself into his arms before he can react, hugging him tightly. your face is smothered against his chest as you speak.

“you’re such an idiot, Izuku.”

“i am?” he slowly wraps his arms around you, feeling confused as ever. you nod, and the two of you stand in silence until he clears his throat and speaks up.

“so… does this mean you’ll be my date to the dance?”

“..what about uraraka?”

“oh, that was a lie. she’s going with my friends.”

you slap his forearm and he yelps.

“ow! what was that for?” he mumbles while rubbing the sore forearm. you grow quiet and when he meets your gaze, you’re already looking at him. your lips slightly part open and his eyes fall to your lips. yours do too, and he gulps loudly. his heart beats quicker the longer he stares at your lips.

“Izuku?”

“mm?” it’s an unconscious response, his attention on your lips unwavering.

“why don’t you stop staring at my lips and kiss me instead?”

his face grows warm and red, a nervous laugh escaping his throat. but your face is serious and his heart skips a beat.

“are you sure? I don’t want to make you-,” your lips are on his before he can finish the sentence, hands gripping the collar of his shirt. he’s frozen for a second, before he melts into the kiss. your arms go to the back of his neck and his hands slide to your waist. his heart feels like it’s about to explode, body warm and lips smiling against yours. you pull him closer, and Izuku thinks he can die happily in your arms.

a/n: tbh i started this w a lot of energy but then i got busy w life and didn't finish the fic so when i got back i lowk lost inspiration </3 but if you did enjoy lmk LOL do rb + comment if you did <3

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marxsthings · 2 years

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Morons in love

Warnings ; hints at confession + rejection. Minor swearing, mentions of injuries, readers quirk is not mentioned but they use combat. They/them is used

A/N ; I'm finally writing bnha/mha mwahahahaha, thank you my wonderful K for suggestions and some prompts I've wanted to use !! Credits for this acc @promptplanetblr and the post I've used the prompts from (thank you for making them btw!!)

Katsuki Bakugo x GN!Reader, Shoto Todoroki x GN!Reader, and Izuku Midoriya x GN!Reader

Katsuki Bakugo

It was another studying session with your best friend, Katsuki. You and him have study sessions together to get better since you both are always rank together. You were having trouble on some questions. You just were so focused and concentrated not listening to Katsuki talking.

“You’re so cute.” “What did you just say?” “I said you look like a boot.”

You gasp and look at him. “Excuse me bitch, I am hot!” Katsuki just mockingly laugh at you and brags about how he's way hotter and better than you. He also added the fact you have no bitches too. Offended, you start to state ever part of his flaws and that he's too blind to see it.

These parts of the study session is what make his heart flutter. You and your stupid corny sentences about him, its so lame that he can't believe it makes his heartbeat quickens and his soft little chuckles.

Not that he realizes, this types of moments flutter your heart too having him so close yet so far away just makes you sad about him rejecting you besides you don't have a chance and if only he had the courage of confessing.

Shoto Todoroki

Training with Shoto is like messing with your body temperature, He would always aim for your arms. Your arms are your main weak points because you can't control your quirk. After training you've got some scratches and while patching yourself you also help Shoto to patch up.

“I feel strange when you’re around.” “Do you have a fever or something?”

You ask with concern for him, what you didn't notice is his cheeks go a light red and his heartbeat getting faster but because of the sun setting you don't see his blush.

He starts to grab his bag and water bottle to leave the training place. Shoto mumbles that he'll take some medicine for you but he knows he doesn't need too, this isn't some fever or sickness.

As you watch him go, you couldn't help but feel concern about him maybe you'll help him out the next day. What you didn't know is that Shoto feels like his heart is gonna burst at any moment when he looks at you.

Izuku Midoriya

It was a regular training session with Izuku and you get to finally meeting Izuku's mom you've heard all so much. Meeting his mom is an experience after a lovely dinner you get to see his room. You also wanted to do a homework session with him too since its the weekends. Settling on his bed, you start to do homework.

“How do i know if i have a crush on someone?” “Well, you can’t stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they’re around, and then you want to— why are you looking at me like that.”

Izuku just blushes and starts to look away from you. You saw his face and runs up to his desk, “Is my Izuku having a crush on someone!!” You cup his face and his red tomato face deepens.

You just tease him and possibly asks him who the person is. Izuku just rejects your suggestions on which student he has a crush on. “I like them but I don't know if they like me back.”

Your heart breaks hearing him say that. Why can't he just see you're right here for him, you'll treat him better than some person he has a crush on. Unknowingly to you, Izuku just hope you'll accept his confession some time soon.

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zenphiaaa · 1 year

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It's Nice To Have a Friend (Midoriya Izuku)

Midoriya stared at his ceiling, not blinking. Just staring at the curves within a ceiling and how the paint looked to be almost dripping off. Every single line and crack was embedded into his mind. The green hair teen let out alongside when he realized what he was doing and turned onto his side, the bed underneath him lightly bouncing the sudden weight shifting. He was now staring out of the balcony windows. The night sky did nothing to use his anxiety, but the teens certainly found the stars to be memorizing.

He didn't know when he started to feel like this. Something over the course of the school year had shifted. It felt like nothing was ever going to be the same. The teen wondered if he ever got to meet his younger self. What would the reaction be? He hoped that he wasn't a disappointment to that little boy. After everything the teen had gone through, he wasn't sure if he had the strength to pick himself back up and start again.

The dance was getting old and the teen always felt like he had two left feet anyways.

He tries not to feel like this though. After all, he has so much going for him, school, friends, his mom, interning. In his free time he likes to think about death. Not dying mind you, just who would be there to burry him? Who would stay? Who would care the most? The least? Was he worth that type of response?

All the teen knew right now, was that life really hurts sometimes. And bandaids don't work on broken hearts.

Much less a poisonous mind.

But maybe, just maybe he thought as your name poped up on his phone from an incoming call. If you were by his side, maybe things would turn out alright. Not good or great, but maybe he'll be fine. He'll be fine as long as he has you.

"Deku? Are you okay?" Your voice rang out from the other end of the phone as the teen answered the phone call.

"I think, I need help. Can you please help me?" He heard himself ask, but couldn't feel the movement of his words being forced out of his mouth. It was almost like he was someone else.

"What do you need?" Yeah, he'll be fine. Not okay, but everything will be fine. Evenutally.

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attackurheart88 · 5 months

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Bakugo as your boyfriend Headcannons

• Bakugo follows you around without even realizing it. He walks you to the gym, your next class, home. There isn't a time he isn't right behind you. Bakugo wants to make sure you're safe and make sure you're not doing anything stupid.

• He’s a grumpy gentleman. Bakugo will hold your bag for you and complain about it being too heavy. He waits for you after class but threatens to leave you next time. If you kiss him in public he’ll grumble about you embarrassing him but never stop you. You ask to hold his hand he clicks his teeth but holds you tightly and frowns if you let go.

• He likes to spoil you. Bakugo often buys you gifts randomly whenever he thinks of you. He pays for your nails or hairstyles. Buys you your favorite food when you crave it and if he sees you staring at something boom you find it on your doorstep the next day. If you try to thank him he’ll act indifferent and say he just wants to make sure you don't ruin his image.

• He is your biggest defender. If anyone and I mean anyone was to insult you or hurt you in any way then regardless of their status, race, religion, or age he will beat them up. He is like your personal guard dog who barks and bares its teeth to any stranger who approaches. If you were to get bullied and didn't tell him Bakugo would be really angry and hurt when he finds out. In his eyes, you don't trust him enough to tell him. He would also feel disappointed that he didn't realize sooner.

• You are always an exception. Bakugo is quick to yell at everyone over anything no matter how small but with you this is never the case. You could step on his toes and all you get is a “watch where you're going.” but when Kamari made that mistake he was scolded so badly that he had nightmares for a week. When Bakugo is in a particularly foul mood, everyone tries to avoid him and not make it worse. You on the other hand just need to smile sweetly and give him a kiss on the cheek. Boom he's all better. You playing a prank, breaking his favorite mug, or even yelling and scolding him for his violent actions will have no repercussions. Those are the perks of being his partner.

#bakugo x reader #mha x reader #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #kirishima eijirou #my hero academia #bnha bakugou #bakugo smut #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral insert

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kaidonvill · 1 year

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Midoriya X Worm

-Another day, Another Problem..Ever since Midoriya went to UA. Tried to show bakugo his skills, He still got bullied.. Midoriya thought to himself…what if i fight with him? what if i prove to him that I CAN be number one hero..While he was on his way home. He stopped, Looked somewhere..a figure was standing..an old man, He must be a gardener here..I was right. I ran towards him, He seemed familiar, It was him! Hiroto, A sweet man with good intentions, He used to deliver vegetables and flowers to my mother, He said « Long time no see izuku my boy! » I smiled started scratching the back of my neck and let out a giggle « Yeah! haha, Uhm its been a while.. »

Hiroto said « How is Inko? », « She is fine.. » Midoriya replied, Hiroto seemed like a sweet man he knew midoriya was shy, So he told him to stay and he will get him some vegetables,Hiroto went to his little house where he lived, Midoriya looked at the sky and then looked at the beautiful garden full of beautiful flowers..He took some of the dirt and started eating it, It tasted so good, The flavors of the grass and worms melting in my mouth..So beautiful,, until..Hiroto saw me and kicked my ass off out-

#my hero academia #boku no hero manga #midoriya x gender neutral reader #midoriya x y/n #izuku mydoria #bnha deku #mha midoriya #deku #katsuki #midoriya smut #horikoshi

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satan-plundered-our-oceans · 25 days

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★。／can i be a hero too?＼。★

ask: "I have a really cute request, Bakugou from Bnha with a little sibling reader. They weren't able to get a babysitter and Bakugou bring his little sibling to school, the reader is the complete opposite of him though"

pairing: bakugo x gn!sibling!reader

fandom: boku no hero academia

word count: 1,196

tw: none! purely some platonic, wholesome fluff. of course, a bit of cussing from bakugo but that comes with the territory

notes: thanks for being one of my first requests anon! it was really fun to get back into writing fanfic, and bnha is one of my favourite animes so writing this was a lot of fun - i just hope i did it well and you enjoy reading! i used primarily they/them pronouns for the sibling just in case ;)

! this is a repost from my other blog !

‘Can’t we just hire that old fucking neighbour?!’

Mitsuki doesn’t even bother smacking her son this time, too busy fixing up the bento box she has already begun making in the kitchen. Rice and egg and soft pretzels which [Y/N] always insisted on. The same thing everyday, which Katsuki found increasingly frustrating. Their name is painted on the lid, which sits on the sink.

It’s one of the only memories that Mitsuki repeatedly brags about to her mom friends. How her son eagerly decorated a bento box for his anticipated sibling, and how he ended up despising them when born. That’s what it looked like anyway

‘She’s too old for [Y/N], you know this.’ Mitsuki snaps, snapping on the box lid. ‘They’ll get bored if they have to sit in her living room all day.’

‘The place smells like shit too.’

‘Katsuki!’ This time she does hit him.

‘It’s just one day. All you have to do is keep them busy for a while, and they’ll find a way to occupy themselves for the rest of your classes.’

Mitsuki packs the bento box and several colouring books and pencil sets into a tiny school bag that’s been sitting open on the dining room table. Just as [Y/N] comes skipping into the room in an All-Might tracksuit that they demanded they ‘had to have’ when they saw it at a convention a while ago.

‘Aren’t you so pretty, hun?’ Mitsuki coos at - arguably - her favourite child. ‘Guess what?’

[Y/N] mumbles something around a mouthful of a soft pretzel. Where’d they even get it from?

‘You’re going to school with Katsuki today!’

Oh shit their face got a fuck ton more bright when he looked down again. Even the mention of U.A on any given day made them bounce around while babbling about how they’d love to be a hero when they got their quirk.

‘Really?’ [Y/N] attaches themself to his leg, bouncing up and down to make sure they’ve heard Mitsuki just right.

She glares at him when [Y/N] looks away.

‘Yeah, yeah, whatever.’

* *

No one’s expecting anything entirely different when Aizawa starts class that morning. The only thing that seems slightly out of the ordinary is Bakugo being late. Kirishima is counting through the minutes and soon enough a whole half hour passes without him being there to yell at anyone. Even Midoriya is having a particularly stress-free morning!

However, no one was expecting for him to parade into the class an hour later with a six year old sitting on his shoulders, because (as he said) “they didn’t want to use their damn legs”.

‘Bakubro,’ Kaminari is already laughing his ass off in the back corner. ‘Ya got a hitchhiker there.’

Bakugo is almost fuming by the time he drops off the child at his desk, standing by Aizawa to demand - or ask - that he ignore the situation. Number one, [Y/N] got a day off school because of a downtown villain attack, and Mitsuki couldn’t find a babysitter after their current one caught the flu. With no other options and both of his parents going to work early that morning, he had no choice but to drag them along as long as, and quote:

‘You don’t make a damn noise, and no questions, and no playing around, you sit down and shut up.’

Did [Y/N] listen? Nope. Not really.

Halfway through the first lesson of the morning, and little [Y/N] is sitting in the lap of half of his classmates, messing with Hagakure’s invisible hair in utter curiosity, and playing heroes with Midoriya and Kirishima. At which point they all stand on their desks and put their fists in the air yelling ‘Detroit Smash’!

Katsuki just stands and watches as [Y/N] jumps from person to person, playing with quirks and planning out their future hero name. Kaminari is the most excited to stand on his desk and create a fake hero mask out of tape and paper, and theorise all the new quirks that could be made for [Y/N].

‘[Y/N] sit down for God’s sake!’ he growls at them, and they do so as they nestle themselves into a corner of his desk. Katsuki squeezes on with her. ‘No more talking to these... damn extras during class, ok?’

Mitsuki would skin him alive if he even thought about swearing properly in the same room as her “precious angel”.

‘But why?’

‘’Cause it’s annoying.’

[Y/N]’s eyes widen a bit, but then they beam at him and nod again, picking up a pencil as if they actually are a student and begin doodling a picture while others begin homework. Aizawa doesn’t collapse into his sleeping bag this time, instead keeping an eye to ensure he isn’t sued later for the death of an unrelated child. Midoriya and Iida are the first ones to finish of course, followed by Katsuki, who has to steal his pages when [Y/N] isn’t looking, handing it across the teacher’s desk with glitter flowers and stars in the margins.

The bell goes to signal the beginning of their hero training, and [Y/N] clutches Katsuki’s hand as they shyly approach the scary-looking racoon man to hand him a (“professionally signed”) artwork by [Y/N] Bakugo. A misshapen house with a cat and a very dead looking racoon.

(Aizawa does frame it later, like a dad of course.)

(Katsuki does call his teacher roadkill exactly three times after that.)

For hero training All-Might stands with his hands on his hips with [Y/N] at his side to help conduct the lesson. Together they order drills and [Y/N] gets to practise their hero voice and pose. The class ends with the whole group playing games and kicking a soccer ball around so they can pretend that [Y/N] has to save it from various situations. Which they do so successfully - “a top-rate hero” in All-Might’s words.

* *

For Katsuki, he’s glad to get home and die in bed when 8:30 rolls around. It’s been non-stop questions and poking and prodding even though he told [Y/N] not to, but they wouldn’t listen! And when they got home Mitsuki hounded him to make sure they hadn’t done anything stupid while at school.

But 9 rolls around and [Y/N]’s socks cast shadows over the door frame, and the door handle jiggles. Katsuki waits and doesn’t move to help them with it. They come padding in with a stuffed Midnight plush, and crawls onto his pillow.

‘Kat, can I come to school with you everyday?’

And god-fucking-dammit, they look so damn excited to go to school with their big brother that all he can do is turn off his lamp and pull the covers up and pat their hair. He can feel his chest swell with pride, because his sibling wants to come and watch him become a hero.

He can’t help but wonder what kind of hero [Y/N] will be. What would their quirk be?

Oh, Mitsuki would kick his ass if he even thought about surpassing his own sibling.

He smirks at the thought. His sibling would be the best hero at U.A, not like those fucking extras.

‘Yeah, whatever.’

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