#midroiya x reader angst

[sweetlikepeppermints]

Collab with @onyxiana-is-obsessed go read her works or I’ll eat your kneecaps as you sleep❤️

Original idea by: @pocket-is-obsessed

Edit-I just realized you two are the same person-

Word count: 4585/ 12 pages

Warning:angst, cheating, villain reader

Summary: You and Izuku have been dating for seven months but he suddenly becomes distant and he finally breaks you for the villain that’s been targeting you.

You hated it, every bit of it. You hated that you hated Uraraka, you hated how much midoriya hung around her. The two of you were supposed to hang out today but he never showed, you felt the tears in your eyes as you fell to the floor hugging yourself. Everything would go back to normal, of course, it would. He still loved you, midoriya and you have been dating for almost a year now, you were just overthinking things-just like you always were. There was no reason to worry. Even as you said that to yourself you still had the doubt that clouded your mind and you didn’t have the heart to tell uraraka to back off so you didn’t. 

With a struggle, you manage to crawl into your bed crying yourself to sleep as your fears consume you. That next morning you had heavy bags under your eyes, forcing yourself to get ready for the day you dragged yourself into class, several people noticed your condition right away but kept quite with worried eyes. There he was, chatting with Uraraka leaning over her shoulder as she showed him something on his phone, as much as you wanted to yell at him for bailing on you last night you weren’t that kind of person so you stayed quite quickly walking past them without a word as they laughed away in their own little world.

You felt your heart hurt painfully, he didn’t even look in your direction. You knew he was probably was too busy to even notice that you were there, they were good friends so that was to be excepted. They were nothing but friends, very close friends at that,  you shook your head getting rid of the painful thoughts that filled your mind. All you could do is wait for the class to start.  At last, midoriya looked in your direction. Worry, and guilt filled his eyes as he walked over to you.

“Hey, are you alright? You don’t look like you slept well” He mumbled worriedly his voice low and careful.

You quietly shook your head at him “I’m fine, do you think we could hang out today? You forgot last night” you asked softly trying to keep your voice even. He opened his mouth to speak but you never got his answer as the bell rang, you could feel that heavyweight returns to your chest as you held back tears. He probably had more important things to do than hang out with someone like you. Uraraka was so much better than you in every way, so why were you so hurt that Izuku got bored of you?  You should have seen this coming yet-

You were thankful that it was lunch, midoriya didn’t wait for you like he usually did. You could tell they were both talking about something important, Urakakra placed her hand on his shoulder with a worried look. He nodded at something she said and they went back to eating without another word. Everyone knew what was happening but you weren’t ready to accept the truth so instead, you would lie to yourself, always come up with an excuse. When someone would try and talk to you about it you would yell at them and avoid what was happening.

You so badly wanted to believe he still loved,  you tried so hard trying to make him smile and laugh, you even kissed him but he never returned it as he used too.

This went on for weeks until you couldn’t handle it anymore, your mental health had been slipping a lot, you couldn’t bring yourself to eat or sleep. Your grades slipped horribly, every once in awhile you and Deku would hang out but he didn’t hold your hand and kiss you anymore, he didn’t tell you that everything was okay and he loved you. 

No, of course, he didn’t, everyone was in the common room when it happened. When you stormed up to midoriya with tears streaming down your face. When you looked at uraraka, you could only look at her with hate. “What day is today midoriya?” you asked trying to keep your voice calm but it shook unforgivably. The room had gone quite watching the two of them.

“W-what?” He mumbled nervously knowing that he forgot something but he couldn’t remember what it was for the life of him.

A heavy sob ripped through your throat and you pushed anyone away who tried to comfort you. ‘P-please...just please tell me you love me-please tell me I’m still your world” you sobbed hugging yourself as you struggled to stay standing. “Midoriya! It’s our one year! You forgot our one-year a-anniversary! When is the last time you kissed me-told me y-you loved me? Please..why wasn’t I good enough? I-i tried so hard” You broke down to the floor struggling to breathe as sobs racked through your body. No one could even look at midoriya or uraraka as they ran to your aid. You felt so angry, sad confused, your emotions were all over the place. 

Izkuku had fallen out of love with f/n he just never knew how to tell her, he had hoped she would break it off with him so he waited. Every time he tried to tell you the truth you had this broken look in your eyes and he could never bring himself to confess.  He had never wanted to hurt you. He felt his own tears form seeing you in so much pain like this, knowing that he did this to you, he caused this. How could he ever be a hero if he was putting you through so much pain?

Bakugo stormed up to midoriya, Kirishima and Denki had to hold him back as he cursed at him and Urakara for being so selfish. You didn’t deserve to be broken like this. You didn’t deserve to be hurt like this, he could have given you more than what Deku ever could, he would have never hurt you like this and now for the first time ever he’s truly wanted to kill midoriya, he wanted to punch his face in for making you go through this much pain, seeing you like this destroyed him.

The room was in a panic full of anger and sorrow, it was too loud. You couldn’t handle this. You got up and rushed out the door no longer wanting to be in the dorm rooms. So you ran as far away as possible, away from him, away from her, away from everything…..

Glowing purple eyes watched your form run through the dimly lit streets. A smirk formed upon the face as it emerged from the shadowed alley. Toxin leaned against the brick wall as her eyes watched your form get smaller and smaller.

“Huh, that was easy. Thanks, Izuku Midoriya.” With that, the tall woman followed behind the young student, keeping a slow pace.

You finally stopped running, your lungs and legs unable to take the strain anymore. Your chest heaved from the heavy breaths and your cheeks felt cold from the tears. You were so good to him, you were so supportive, and understanding. Why… Why would he do that to you? Izuku? Your Izuku Midoriya did that to you? Someone who always wanted people to smile, someone who wanted to save people with a big, bright smile of his own.

You scoffed. What a pathetic dream for him to follow. Why try to be a hero when he couldn’t even be a decent person?

“You look a little upset,” you jumped at the voice behind you, frantically turning around and falling on your butt. “You ok, love?” You rolled your eyes at her sweet tone and wiped your cheeks with the back of your hand.

“What do you want, Toxin?” She held her hand out for you to take, but you ignored it and stood up on your own, dusting off your clothes. 

“Just… checking up on you. How’s… life?” You scoffed again, rolling your eyes.

“Terrible. Thanks for asking.” Toxin nodded, pushing her long black hair out of her face. “What do you want?”

“I want you to join us, (f/n).”

“Doesn’t matter how many times you ask me, I’m gonna say no. I’m gonna be a hero.”

“Be a hero, huh? You sure about that?” You glared, backing away from Toxin’s tall form. “You’re angry, (f/n). You’re very angry and it’s ok. Take it out on him. That’s the thing! Heroes act like they wanna do good! They act like they’re the good guys and that people need them. They act like their godsends but you know what they’re like. You know just how cruel a wannabe hero can truly be. So tell me now that you still want to be a hero.”

“I’m a good person. I’d make a good hero.”

“Or a better villain. Sure, you can surpass Izuku Midoriya and his sad dreams to become the number 1 Hero. Or you could become the next All for One. Be a thorn in his side for the rest of his career. Who knows, maybe you’ll have a chance to off him or that pretty little gravity girl of his.”

“I’m not gonna kill anyone! Are you crazy!?” Toxin only stared at you without any expressions on her face. “I-I’m not gonna b-be a villain. I’m gonna be a hero!”

“Those are bold words for someone who can’t even keep their emotions under control for more than an hour. Give up, (f/n). You’re not meant to be a hero. Join us, join the league. We’ll take good care of you. We understand how cruel heroes really are.” You looked down at the grass below which was slightly damp.

Your mind was a mess of emotions. You knew that it was wrong to be a villain, you knew it was wrong to join Toxin. But… why? Because villains hurt people? Does that mean Midoriya was a villain? He hurt you… no. No, he tore you apart. He tore your heart to shreds. If that was what heroes truly were, then you wanted no part of it.

But you were a good person. You would be a truly good hero, why not show up Midoriya? Why not hurt him by stealing his dream of being the number 1 Hero? Why not hurt him by showing him you were happy without him?

Or you could become the next All for One. Be a thorn in his side for the rest of his career.

Or… you could truly torture Midoriya and be something he would never want to see you as. Show him exactly what he did to you. This was your chance to show him what type of hero he really was. 

Your (e/c) eyes landed on Toxin’s outstretched hand, which was waiting just for you. Fueled by anger, hatred, loneliness, and sorrow, your hand landed in hers. She tightened her grip, a sick smile spreading across her lips.

“Let’s go.”

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“She doesn’t have her phone with her,” Mina frowned, “It’s right here. She left without it.” Kaminari, Sero, Tokoyami, Kirishima, Todoroki, Bakugou, Tsu, Momo, and Jirou were still out looking for you. Everyone had decided to split up and try to find you two hours after you disappeared. They were so worried, they didn’t want to give you space.

Unfortunately, now, it had been about four hours and you still weren’t here. Iida had just returned a few minutes ago, reporting that he wasn’t able to find you either. Midoriya hadn’t left and Uraraka was trying her best to console him. After seeing you so hurt and broken, something weird was happening to him. He felt anger and hatred but towards himself. He was livid at himself. He loathed himself. How could he do that to you? He was just scared… he was just too much of a coward to admit his true feelings and he watched as it tore you apart, but stood by and did nothing about it.

“Todoroki! Tokoyami! Please tell me you found something!” Mina exclaimed, running to them. The rest of the class looked up at their arrival, but immediately frowned when they saw their expressions. Both of them shook their heads.

“No, we weren’t able to find her either,” Todoroki said as he and Tokoyami walked towards the kitchen. “We just came to get a drink before we go back.”

“I think it’s time we tell Mr. Aizawa,” Iida started. “We tried looking for her and we can’t find her. We have to assume the worst happened to her.” The others frowned and a tear slid down Izuku’s cheek.

“I’ll go get him…” Mina frowned as she left the common rooms. They all knew they were going to be in trouble, no doubt. But they were ready to take all the punishment they’d get as long as you were back, safe and sound.

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“What happened. Tell me everything.” Aizawa said as he sat down with the remainder of the students.

“(f/n) and Midoriya had an argument. After that, she fled the dorms.” Todoroki said, “We’ve been searching for her for about three hours now.” Aizawa sighed.

“You should’ve told me earlier. Bring the rest of your classmates back and let the pros handle this.” He stood up, looking down at an extremely broken Midoriya. “Especially you. Stay put.”

**

That night was restless for class 1A. Bakugou and Midoriya had to actually be restrained so they wouldn’t fight. Mostly on the explosive blond’s end. Midoriya was too broken and miserable to think clearly. He was too busy hating himself to even think about fighting Bakugou, however, Bakugou was the opposite. He was hyper-focused, noting every little sigh, scratch, movement his friends made. Especially that pathetic, little Deku.

Bakugou’s friends refused to leave him alone, too worried that he might actually try to kill Midoriya. No one slept, everyone feeling some bit responsible for not running after you. If they’d tried just a little bit harder, you might’ve been here with them.

The next day, everyone begrudgingly went to class, still unsure of your whereabouts. However, they’d be shocked to learn what happened that afternoon in their hero course.

“Looks like (l/n) was kidnapped,” Aizawa started and the room echoed with gasps. “She was seen by a few witnesses being harrassed and then taken away by a woman with long black hair and purple glowing eyes. No one knows where she was taken and aside from the description I gave you, there are no others. If-”

“THIS IS YOUR FAULT, DEKU!” Bakugou screamed, turning around. Immediately, an explosion went off from his palm, hitting Midoriya’s chest, making the green-haired boy scream. Aizawa activated his quirk, but that didn’t stop Bakugou, who grabbed his shirt and threw Midoriya to the floor. “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU ASSHOLE!” Bakugou had only gotten in a hit or two before Aizawa’s scarf pulled them apart.

The green-haired boy stayed silent as his childhood bully threw insults at him. Midoriya was stuck in his own mind. He drowned out every single thing anyone else said, unable to break himself away from his own destructive mind.

He did that to you. Izuku Midoriya was at fault for your disappearance. You had been kidnapped by a villain and it was his fault. He wanted to be a hero. What would All Might think? What would All Might say and what he’d been doing? Midoriya wanted to be the reason people smiled, be the reason people felt safe, happy, and protected. He did the exact opposite last night and now you were gone.

What was he supposed to do? He didn’t even know where to start looking, he didn’t know what to do… he… what was he supposed to do?

Tears spilled down his freckled, red cheeks. A violent sob wracked his body and Bakugou’s eyes widened. Unsure of what to do, he fell back, moving away from Midoriya, who had just broken down in front of everyone. There was nothing for anyone to tell him. There was nothing anyone could do, there was no consolation for something like this.

~**~

It had been about two weeks since your disappearance and it tore apart class 1A. Mostly Midoriya and Bakugou. Bakugou’s hatred for Midoriya had increased tenfold. As ridiculous as it sounded, Bakugou and Midoriya were under constant watch from both the other teachers and classmates. Bakugou no longer cared about the repercussions, if Midoriya was close enough, he was going to attack.

However, Midoriya was just as angry. It was his fault you ran off that night, it was his fault you got kidnapped, it was his fault all of this was happening. His demeanor had changed that day Aizawa announced you’d gotten kidnapped. He was distant, he lashed out more, he threw all of his time into training and studying, alienating himself from everyone.

Never has he wished for a time-related quirk. He begged every single deity in existence to help him. Every single day that went by lowering the chances of you being alive, every single moment that he sat in his room, could’ve been your last. Never has he hated the quirk he had, it was All Might’s. One for All belonged to his idol, to his hero, and here he sat loathing it. He wanted to go back in time, he wanted to punch himself for ignoring you, for not hugging you enough, for not kissing you enough, for not loving you enough.

Why couldn’t he love you? What was wrong with him? Why did his stupid heart choose to fall out of love? Why you? You were this beautiful ball of sunshine, a person everyone naturally gravitated to. You were strong, shy and confident at the same time, and you fit so well in their class. So, why couldn’t he love you the way you loved him? Why didn’t he just talk to you? Why did he assume you’d break it off with him?

Tears slid down his cheeks as Midoriya clenched his fists. What was he supposed to do? He’d never felt so lost in the world before. He’d talked to All Might, numerous times, but he’d gotten the same, bland response.

“We’re doing our best to find her, young Midoriya. Please, just try to have faith.” What faith? It had been two weeks and you were still missing. Where the hell was he supposed to find this faith? How were you? Were you even alive? Were they hurting you? Were they planning on using you as leverage against the heroes? Why hadn’t they done that already? Where were you?

“Where are you, (f/n)? C-Come b-back to me…” He sobbed, his hand clenching the shirt around his chest. “JUST COME BACK TO ME! I’M SORRY! I’M SO, SO SORRY! J-JUST C-COME BACK!”

Uraraka frowned, her back leaning against Midoriya’s door. These outbursts had become normal for him. He’d randomly fall apart, screaming for you to come back, screaming and begging for you to forgive him. Everyone- except Bakugou- tried to console him in their own way. There wasn’t much they could do. They missed you too, they were hurt and trying to cope with your disappearance too. 

A small lack of communication did all of this. If Uraraka had urged Midoriya to tell you what had happened or come to you herself, this wouldn’t have happened. This was a common thought in everyone’s head. Not that it was Midoriya’s fault, but that there were a million things they could’ve done that might’ve saved you.

Bakugou could’ve reached out to you. He could’ve tried harder if he was so damn sure he’d make you happier. Your other friends, Mina, Tsu, Momo, and Jirou could’ve tried harder to help you through your relationship problems. Everyone could’ve done something but they didn’t. They let you push them away and now they had to deal with the consequences.

***

“I want to see him,” you mumbled as you stared at your darkened ceiling in your new home. “Can I?”

“I mean if you don’t tell Shigaraki, I’m sure it’ll be fine. But what for?” Toxin asked, sitting up from her spot on the floor.

“I want him to see what he did,” you sat up and glared at the wall ahead of you at the thought of your ex-boyfriend. “I want him to see and hurt.”

“Well, I’m always up for that! Any pain we cause the heroes makes me happy!” Toxin chirped, much like Toga would have. Your eyes glanced at her for a second before returning to the wall, no change in your attitude.

“Take me.”

“Sure,” Toxin said then stood up. Waving her hands, shadows appeared on the floor, swirling before they opened up a portal. “This should take you to the UA dorms.”

“Can you put me in his room? I don’t want to get caught trying to sneak into his room.” You muttered, standing up as well.

“I have to know exactly where to send you,” Toxin said, “let’s go through first.” Both of you inhaled before walking through the darkened portal. A small jolt later, you appeared at Height’s Alliance. “Where’s his room?”

“Um… back this way?” You lead your friend to the back of the building, scanning each balcony and trying to gauge where Midoriya’s room would be. You had been there plenty of times, so all you needed to do was count out each room. “That one, I think.” You said, pointing.

“You think?”

“I’m on the other side, I counted.”

“You counted?”

“Just send me up there. If it’s not him, we’ll just run away.” Toxin rolled her eyes at your statement but opened up a portal for you regardless. Taking a deep breath, you stepped on the portal, feeling yourself jolt into Midoriya’s room. You stepped away from the portal, which vanished and gazed around the darkened room.

On the bed, you saw a mass under the blankets, but around the sheets and on the floor, you saw a bunch of tissues. In the trashcan, you saw three empty boxes of tissues. Slowly, you inched towards the bed, gently pulling the covers down a bit to reveal a disheveled Midoriya. He was asleep, a piece of tissue crumpled in his scarred hand.

You sat down next to him, but slowly and gently, so you didn’t wake him. A frown appeared on your face as you watched Midoriya sleep. Even after everything, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him. That was the most frustrating part. He’d shredded your heart to bits and here you were, still concerned for him.

He looked pale with bags under his eyes, clearly, he hadn’t been sleeping well. Had he been eating? Had he pushed everyone away? What… how was everyone else doing?

Your (e/c) eyes landed on your hand. You and your quirk were meant for villainy. Wanting to be a hero… striving to be a hero was just a stupid, dumb dream. Your fingers moved towards his freckled cheeks, gently grazing against them.

There was a day when you used to pepper kisses on those freckled cheeks. Your fingers gently slid down his nose. There were days where you’d Eskimo kiss him. Finally, your fingers moved across his lips. He was a good kisser and every time he’d kiss you, he’d send your mind into a whirl. He must’ve not felt anything since he slowly stopped giving them to you.

Midoriya’s bright green eyes shot open and his body jumped when he saw the figure over him. His hazy mind needed a few seconds before he recognized who it was.

“(f-f/n)?”

“Great, you’re awake.” You mumbled, looking away. You proceeded to stand up, but he grabbed your wrist.

“Y-You’re back-” Your hand slammed against his mouth and you glared down at him, not wanting him to be loud.

“Let go of my hand, Midoriya.” Your cold tone of voice hurt, but he immediately let go.

“You c-came back, (n/n). Wh-what happened? Are you hurt? How did you get away from the villains? Where were they holding you? Wh-”

“Stop. What are you talking about?” You asked, stepping away from the frantic boy.

“Y-You w-were kidnapped. R-right?”

“No. I wasn’t.” His eyes widened and he felt his heart sink.

“Wh-what does that mean?” You rolled at your eyes at his shock. Did he seriously think you’d still want to be a happy hero after what he did?

“I went with her on my own. I joined the villains.”

“What? Why? Wh-”

“Because of you, Deku. I joined the villains because of you. You showed me how heroes truly are and now I don’t want to be one.”

“B-But it was your dream!” He retaliated, the look of horror spreading in his emerald green eyes.

“Yeah. It was my dream. You ruined it,” your hands met with his shoulders and you shoved him, causing him to fall back on his bed. “You ruined it. Just like you ruin everything else, Deku. Why are you even trying to become a hero? You’re not meant to be one. You tore my heart out! You threw me away for Uraraka! I was your girlfriend, I was so madly in love with you, do you know how much it hurt me to see what you did! I… I loved you. All I ever d-did was love you! I gave you my heart, I thought you- YOU, Izuku Midoriya- out of all people, would never hurt me. I thought you’d keep my heart safe and sound, but no. You… you threw it away… just like you threw me away.” At this point, tears were sliding down your cheeks and you didn’t even bother to stop them.

Midoriya was crying too, the back of his hand tightly pressed against his lips as he choked back a sob. One of his worst fears had come to life and now he really didn’t know what to do.

“I-I’m s-sorry.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes as the tears slid down your cheeks.

“You’re sorry? Not yet, you’re not.” Moving towards him, you pushed his hand out of the way and grabbed his shirt, pulling him up towards you. “You’re gonna be the number one hero, you hear me? Then, I’ll humiliate you in front of everyone, just like you did to me. The world will watch you fall just like they watched All Might fall.” 

Midoriya’s eyes widened, he knew that he deserved every bit of this, “y-you don’t mean that” he whimpered trying to keep his balance as you yanked him away from you in a fit of anger only to fall over on to the floor. 

“I meant every word Deku, please, go be happy with Uraraka, I won’t hold you back anymore-but just know this. When we meet again it won’t be as friendly, we’ll be fighting as enemies.” you snapped before turning away from him and going out the window back to toxin.

 Midoriya quickly got on his feet as tried to stop you, but there was no sign of anyone, so he screamed your name into the night as heavy tears left his eyes. He begged for you to come back in hopes that you could hear him, he collapsed to his knees in a shaky mess. “P-please...come back” he sobbed “let me fix everything.”

“Please come back f/n..”

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We Can't Die Here (3/3)

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Pairing: Tenya Iida x prohero!reader, gender-neutral, aged up.

Warnings: blood mentions, death themes, injury, negative self-talk (also the reader has a strength/shield based quirk, similar to Midroiya's, but mostly like Kirishima's or Tetsutetsu's- it's not too important until the end though)

Genre: fluff and angst

Summary: You and your fiancé, Tenya Iida, were sent on a mission that was supposed to be relatively easy- until it wasn't. Not only are you faced with the possibility of death, but you also have to take action and convince Tenya to not go down without a fight.

Word Count: 2550

A/N: Hey! This is the third and last part of my incredibly self-indulgent fic. I'm honestly not completely sure about it- but still, I think some of you guys have been enjoying it so I thought I would share it with you. Please tell me what you think ^^ It may not be great, however, I'm incredibly thankful for everyone reading it

Part One | Part Two

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You shook your head softly in disbelief.

“No- no, there has to be a way out,” you muttered, as you continued looking for a couple of minutes more. After analyzing the structure thoroughly, with the knowledge that years of experience had granted you, you, indeed, could not come up with a single safe way to go through the concrete slabs that caged you. You had thought of everything and truly could not come up with a plan.

With slight desperation you turned to look at Tenya, who was trying his best to keep his cool, trying to find a safe way out.

There had to be something.

“Y/N- I-” he uttered, turning to look at you, “Maybe rescue will come in time- I did voice our situation back to headquarters before heading in,” he glanced at you, a glimmer of shallow hope in his crimson eyes, “Maybe the message did get them, and they will be here soon.”

“Tenya-” you whined softly, shaking your head, “We- we can’t bet everything on a lost radio signal- not even on the 30 minutes they could take to reach us-”

“We have to trust our colleagues,” he interrupted quietly, the disbelief in his voice betraying him. He looked like he was trying to convince himself more than you.

You shook your head, glancing at the biting water that was beginning to reach your breast and the beginning of Tenya’s ribcage.

“Love, there’s no time…” you whispered, looking up at him with a tired, pleading gaze.

He just shook his head softly and cast his worried glance away, jaw clenching silently.

Your heart sank. You had been hoping for Tenya to see something- an opening, a steady pillar, anything, that you could have missed and helped you find a way out- but he really hadn’t. And you could see it in the furrow of his brows, the bitter curling of his lips- he was so convinced that anything you could try was equally as deathly and pointless as staying here and hoping you don’t drown before rescue arrived.

His every day loud optimism and mandatory determination to carry out a mission successfully and efficiently in contrast to the current situation made your stomach turn. What you were experiencing was a heartbreaking scene of Tenya you had hoped to never see again, worn out and ready to give in.

Despite the hopeless situation and ache in your body, you were aware of the fact that you could not give up. You two had not survived relentless attacks from villains, incidents such as Hosu, Eri’s rescue mission, the war, or anything else, to die by drowning during such a run-of-the-mill mission.

“Tenya.” you spoke up, stepping closer to him. You tried to appear firm and confident, but in reality, you could only manage to frantically reach for an answer in the deepest corners of your brain, “Look at me,” you pleaded, voice steady, getting a hold of his arm, “I’ll do anything- I- can drive myself into overheat evaporate some of the water- to give us some time-”

Just as you could harden your skin, you could heat it up. Maybe-

“Sweetheart, that would get you hurt, not to mention how it could weaken the structure-” he spoke, reaching to cup your cheek, shaking his head.

“Then maybe- maybe we can find our way through some of the cracks, find a way out?” you pleaded, unruly tears threatening to fill your eyes.

“Darling, that's incredibly reckless and I really doubt either of us could go through safely,” he continued, his gaze growing increasingly worried as he cups your face.

“Please, Tenya,” you spoke, fighting back hot tears that, much to your dismay, proceeded to stream down your dirty, bloodied face, “Anything, anything-- We can blow through the structure- we can take whichever course of action you choose. But please, we cannot die here! We can’t give up-”

Tenya looked taken aback, shaking his head and pursing his lips in both disagreement and concern.

“Y/N, you’re the love of my life. I would never- I am just trying to keep us- I am not giving-”

“You are!” you cried, and this time you were the one interrupting him.

You sounded astoundingly angry, considering the desperate tears that stained your cheeks. You were never one to lose your cool or be pessimistic, much less snap at the people you loved. You managed to look both terrified and infuriated, and although he was aware that you weren't specifically cross with him, the mere sight of this unusual flare of incandescent emotions washing over your being was enough to keep Tenya quiet.

Your consciousness of the love you held for your life and the people in it grew every passing second, as you continued to speak through gritted teeth, attempting to keep your tears at bay.

“You might as well be-” you huffed through tears, taking a moment to steady your breath whilst pressing your hands against Tenya’s chest, “Tenya, we have so much to live through- there’s Izuku’s and Shoto’s wedding, that’s coming up- right?? And- and Tensei’s girl, she’s turning three next week! We already bought her that beautiful dress- and that train set she seemed so excited to have! And- we still have to take care of our puppy, she's our responsibility. That was the one condition you gave me, right? To make her one of our priorities in our household?? A-and Ochako’s agency is finally opening by the end of the year- she worked so hard- and the Ingenium agency needs us too! They need you!” you hiccupped while he absentmindedly murmured a faint ‘us’.

“And we promised my mom to meet her this weekend- for dinner! She promised to make custard- because she knows how much you love it. And our wedding, Tenya," your voice cracked as you held up your right hand, accentuating the presence of that lovely engagement ring he had taken months to pick, "We have dreamt about our wedding day for years, and we can't miss it when it's mere months from finally taking place. I- can't miss the day we finally get to be together, or seeing our families united, or at the very least the personable sight you'd make wearing that lovely suit...” you coughed softly.

Tenya couldn’t help but stare at you with pursed lips and wide eyes, holding your chin carefully with his hands, taken back by the simple veracity of your declarations.

“We can’t bet all of this, everything, our lives, on a possibility…” your voice cracked softly, filled by fiery emotion, "Not when we can do more than sit around."

For a moment, you felt embarrassed at the possible superficiality of your own statement. Still you knew that somehow, as cliché as it may sound, the value of existence did come down to the little things. You would have laughed at this idea before you began your life as a hero, mind clouded by distorted visions of victory, but now that putting your life on the line while protecting other's was a part of your daily life, you came to agree with the seemingly naive statement. And you could not allow losing the thousands of little and big things to come in yours and Tenya's lives- not here, not like this, and not without fighting like hell.

Only then did Tenya break out of the trance your stupor held him in. As you coughed softly, he came to notice the water level had reached the tip of your chin,and in no time he was holding the back of your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist. He held you just a little bit above his current height in an attempt to make you more comfortable, ignoring the sore ache of his shoulders.

You were right.

His eyes, which had regained their usual clarity and sharpness, looked around the concrete dome that condemned you to a slow, painful death.

For a moment he was convinced that the best thing to do was wait for backup- even the possibility of running out of air seemed more responsible than blasting through the ceiling. He was not thinking about giving up, however, just about the best way to keep you safe and sound for the longest amount of time possible.

He also was acutely aware of the very real possibility that you two may end up drowning, if you decided to follow that course of action. He was used to fighting for things, too, but he did not want to spend his last moments with you caught up on a pointless racket. However, he remembered, if he had learnt something from you and your old classmates, it was that it's better to go with a bang than without trying at all.

One that he was not willing to put either of you through.

He proceeded to prop you onto one of his flexed forearms, while he held your face softly with his free hand.

“Y/N. Listen to me,” he spoke, the usual lively and stern tone back on his voice for the first time throughout this entire catastrophe, “We’re getting out of here, yeah? I’m so sorry, my mind was clouded-”

"No, Tenya- I understand, please don't-"

You loved and cherished him, through the highs and lows. You understood the hard position his mind put him in when it came to illogical, urgent situations. It was a very human thing, which you were always very understanding of despite how hard he was on himself.

“I am sorry though- because you are right, I could never bet our life on the slim chance of getting rescued from this situation,” he nodded vehemently while looking into your surprised gaze. In the midst of it all, he still found the time to be mesmerized by your eyes and the blazing courage glowing within them- despite the mortifying fear that had brought you to tears and paralyzed you both.

His familiar rigidness and need for established courses of action topped by the paralyzing fear he felt at the suggestion of putting you in harm's way had completely blinded his vision. He always struggled to process inconveniences and unexpected circumstances such as the ones you were facing at the moment, but despite the fear that was consuming him, it only took a couple of your words to snap him out of it.

He faced something similar when he witnessed you go through with irrational decisions in moments of urgency. It just happened to be that under these circumstances it was best to try anything, no matter how desperate, than nothing at all.

Despite all the times you told him to not take your two cents on things too seriously, you were always right, he thought. He knew it. Without exception he tried his best to be there for his friends, for his family- for you. And to do that, to be with all of you, care for all of you, to make you all proud- he had to stay alive. You were getting out of this together.

“What is the course of action we’re taking, Y/N?”

You looked at him with tender admiration. You sighed a shaky breath an struck his cheek gently with your thumb, trying to keep your hands busy while scanning the place.

“We’re breaking through the debris,” you spoke, your voice soft but filled with something that tasted of confidence. You spotted the place that seemed the weakest and easiest way to break through. “There,” you motioned at Tenya, “does that seem like a good spot?”

He nodded, full of determination.

“Leaning towards our right, yes,” he inquired, in a confident voice.

Tenya nodded intently, swallowing harshly by the end of your statement. The plan was far less detailed than he would’ve liked it to be- not to mention that it greatly relied on luck. Mostly sheer luck that determined neither of you got split in half by a falling block of concrete or a metal rod.

“Now- this is what we’re going to do,” you turned to face Tenya again, whose sharp gaze was fixed on yours, “I am going to activate my quirk and function as a cannon, and crash through the debris to make an opening for us. To do this in the most effective manner, I will need you to propel me with the strength of one of your recipro-bursts. The strongest one you can muster. Then you have to steady yourself and follow after me- You have to be very fast. I will oversee breaking through the debris and clear the way in the most efficient way possible, meanwhile you are in charge of remaining behind me and making us push through the very last bit until we’re out of reach from any falling debris.”

Despite this, you chose to believe in your love for each other rather than luck. He knew you would protect him at any cost, and despite the uneassines this brought to a deep part of his brain, he also knew that he would do anything to keep you out of harm's way. You trusted each other, and that was all you needed, even in life-or-death situations such as this.

You decided to put your fear aside- for one another.

Wasting no time, you two exchanged quick words of encouragement and a chaste, heartfelt kiss.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

As Tenya worked his way into a stable position and you balanced yourself on his strong leg, you gave each other nods of encouragement. With the fire in his eyes reflected on your own, you looked up ahead, readying yourself for a taxing new mission and hoping for a positive outcome. You shivered, either from the cold or the anxiety coursing through your body, and continued.

“I’m ready, Ingenium,” you uttered in the most confident voice you could muster.

“On three, Y/H/N.”

You nodded, steadying yourself while activating your quirk, “See you on the other side.”

He hummed in agreement, starting his count down.

“One, two- three!”

Everything after that was a blur. You achingly yet seamlessly crashed through the concrete dome above you, focusing the last of your conscious thoughts on smashing falling debris to protect Tenya, who clung to your waist and did his best to steer both of you out of harm's way and keep you two moving forward with the help of his engines.

You two had made it out in the open, with the fresh night sky above you. Caught in a moment of stillness while floating midair, free of any gravitational force, you finally let yourself give in to the pain consuming your body and sighed an uneven last breath of relief as your eyes fluttered closed.

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You wake up in a bright hospital room. As you glance around you, growing conscious of your surroundings. You spot a neatly kept bouquet of your favorite flowers on the bedside table, right beside your fully charged cellphone. You realize you have the room entirely for yourself, and your short lived panic quickly came to an end after spotting Tenya’s leather bag and navy-blue coat neatly resting on the couch by your bed. You can't help but sigh in relief at the evidence of Tenya's well-being. Your body was covered in little cuts that stung terribly and there seemed to be a particularly large gash on your temple. Your left arm was also restrained by a cast, and your body was exhausted. But really you were feeling better than ever.

Inquiring with a fellow coworker and Tenya himself, later on, you came to find that after crashing through the dome of debris successfully, you passed out from exhaustion. Meanwhile, Tenya managed to maneuver you two safely onto the ground. He then, too, passed out holding your unconscious body to his chest. Your suits and each other's heat kept one another safe from the elements. Back up did eventually find you two, weak, battered, and passed out, but with steady vitals and a bright future ahead. Your mission had been successful; you had not only provided a key witness to the drug production (the gal who had turned into a giant didn't seem to take the drugs very well and was arrested after being found unconscious nearby), but you had also kept the samples safe within your suit.

But more than anything, you had made it out of that hell-- both alive, and safe.

After laying there for a couple of minutes, full of relief and wonder, you decide to text Tenya, after waiting for what felt like enough time.

As if on cue, he walks in through the door, followed by a doctor.

His eyes light up as soon as he sees you, sitting there, with a concentrated face while using your phone. The sun hit your face beautifully, despite the gauze covering your temple, and for a moment, Tenya had never been so grateful for anything else in the world. You were brave, strong, beautiful, smart, and kind- and you were his. And he could never have asked for a better hero.

You look at him with nothing but love, glancing across his form to find no major injuries, only a lightweight support brace on his left knee, resting over his khaki slacks.

“Y/N,” he chimed, a soft smile spread across his bruised face. He rushed to your side, his stride holding the lightest sign of injury, hugging you securely while avoiding your broken arm.

You close your eyes as a smile spreads across your face, taking a deep breath of Tenya’s usual scent of cologne and books, now mixed with a soft odor of disinfectant.

You pull away to hold the side of his face and peck his lips softly, taking in the view of his slightly bruised face, while he holds the back of your neck. He looks as handsome as ever, no matter the split brown and lip. He beams at you with a lovesick expression that illuminates his sharp features, free from any of his usual anxieties and, as he would call them, "appropriate societal precautions".

“Mx Iida,” inquired the smiling doctor, moved by the honest show of affection. You don't bother correcting her, playfully amused at Tenya’s sudden blushing face as he stepped away to let her through, “you’re up!”, she smiles, “Now come, if you feel well enough, lets get you ready for a last checkup before you're free to go. I heard you have a very important dinner with your family the day after tomorrow.”

You can't help but laugh heartily as you steady yourself and stand up with the help of the doctor. You cast a playful glance back at Tenya, who is blushing furiously, completely out of words. He somehow manages to look both embarrassed and bursting with joy, an unusual yet heartwarming sight.

“Yes, we have some incredibly important times ahead of us.”

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[kimochi-writes]

(Not) Listening

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!Reader Words: 2,087 words Warnings: swearing, maybe angst A/N: a bit of inspiration from A Silent Voice

"Kacchan, stop bullying Izuku!" (Y/N) stepped in between her two friends and looked at them. She sent the hot-head a glare and the green-head a reassuring closed-eye smile. But when she opened her eyes again, tears formed in Midoriya's emerald eyes. The girl immediately gasped and got down on the ground in front of the green-head. 

She got out a handkerchief and began to wipe the tears away from his face. "Don't cry, Izuku." (Y/N) put the handkerchief in Midoriya's hand. She then proceeded to put her small index fingers on the corners of the boy's mouth and push them up into a smile. "Why don't you smile like me! And then we can play Heroes when you're ready!" She said with a wide grin.

Bakugo scoffed. "Don't bother with a loser like him. He's a stupid nerd who can't do anything!"

Midoriya's face fell again and his eyes turned to the ground. At that comment, (Y/N) stood up and faced the blond boy. He stood there like what he said was a fact. Too confident. Too arrogant. He didn't seem bothered by what he said at all. He stood a few metes away from them. Almost as if he was waiting for something. It was as if he expected her to agree with him.

"Don't say things like that, Kacchan! It's not true!" She defended the green-head with her fists clenched.

"You're only saying that because you don't want to hurt his stupid feelings."

It felt like a powerful wave had hit (Y/N). She stumbled back at the statement. Her hands were jittering. She couldn't believe what she heard. The girl clenched her teeth. "Stop being so arrogant, Kacchan! If you can just listen and-"

"Are you finally standing up now, huh?" Bakugo interrupted.

(Y/N) sensed Midoriya standing up behind her and she quickly turned to him to make sure that he was alright. He gave her a small nod as if to say 'I'm okay'. But her heart still ached. That two of her closest friends were possible enemies, didn't sit right with her.

"You ready to get beat up again, Deku?" The hot-head threatened.

(Y/N) whipped her head around and saw Bakugo already approaching the two of them. "No, stop it, Kacchan!" She pleaded.

Bakugo readied his arm, swinging it back and forth. Small explosion coming out from his palm. An attempt to get (Y/N) to back away and leave Midoriya's side.

Before Bakugo could make even bigger explosions in his palm, (Y/N) stopped his arm from swinging while it was still in the air by grabbing his wrist. She took her other hand and pushed him back by putting force on his shoulder.

"What do you think you're doing, HAH?" Bakugo shouted too loud in her ear.

"You need to listen to me and stop-" a slightly bigger explosion erupted in his palm.

"being-"

Another explosion that reached (Y/N)'s eardrums.

"such an-"

A bigger explosion.

"idiot!"

She barely had time to acknowledge what happened before feeling a massive force pushing her down on the ground. Her head was hurting. She couldn't feel the muscles in her body. Her eyes closed tight. Her teeth were clenched so tight to the point where it hurt. But most of all, her ears were ringing. She grabbed her head to somehow try to muffle it. It was so loud, it felt like her head was going to explode.

She then felt something dripping down her arm. She managed to open her eyes a bit and looked at her arm covered in blood. She wanted to scream. She wanted to scream out in pain. In fear.

She couldn't hear anything. Except for the loud ringing in her ears.

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“A transfer student will be joining our class from this day on. Make sure they feel welcome.” Aizawa said as he grouped the pieces together neatly in his hands.

Honestly, Bakugo couldn’t care less. It was just another fucking extra that was irrelevant to him. He lent back in his chair and tuned out the chatter among the students in his class.

The fact that a student is transferring into his class this late in the year, only proves that their Quirk wasn’t much to brag about. Maybe a desperate way of giving someone a chance?

If only the day would end already.

The giant door to the 1-A classroom slid open. Bakugo had almost the perfect view to see who were entering their classroom. The student was too busy looking at the other students to notice the hot-head’s wide eyes.

His heart beat faster for whatever reason. He could recognise that (h/c) anywhere. Her (e/c) were unforgettable. Her stride was confident, even though she held a tight grip on the handles of her backpack. She held her head high, a small smile on her lips.

There she stood in front of the class. It had been years since he had seen her. Memories came rushing to him. The times when they were little and friends. She hadn’t changed much. Though she looked a lot more beautiful than before.

Wait what? What was he thinking? He tore his eyes away from her and looked down at his desk. He always wondered what happened when she suddenly stopped going to school all those years ago.

Aizawa tapped (Y/N)’s shoulder and told her to introduce herself. But what was weird, was that he was gesturing vividly with his hands. It was utterly unnecessary and confused the blond to a slight degree.

“You can write on the chalkboard if you want.” The teacher suggested which caused (Y/N) to do exactly that.

There were some students murmuring among themselves. Why won’t she talk? She’s just shy. I can tell she is nervous.

No, that wasn’t the (Y/N) Bakugo knew. The (Y/N) he knew would be excited to introduce herself and make friends almost instantly. There was no reason for her to make an introduction by using the chalkboard.

And then it clicked.

‘Hello. My name is (Y/N) (L/N), it’s nice to meet you all. I hope we can become friends and learn about each other.’

It may have looked like the hot-head didn’t pay much attention at all. His facial expression barely changed. But on the inside, he felt his heart sink in his chest.

‘I am deaf.’

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(Y/N) didn’t expect to get such a warm welcome to her new class. The girls would come up to her in between classes and chat with her through a piece of paper or through a girl she identified as Yaoyorozu, who happened to know sign language. It was a nice surprise and she felt a little bit more at ease.

She didn’t try to hide the fact that she noticed her two childhood friends in her class. At the end of class, before lunch, Midoriya immediately went and reached out for a hug from the girl. She hugged back without hesitation. She could feel the green-heads breathing in her ear. She figured that he was probably talking to her, so she quickly pulled out from the hug and gestured to her ear.

He jumped, and bowed several times and muttering what (Y/N) guessed was apologies. He ripped out a piece of paper from his notebook and grabbed a pen. The boy started writing and (Y/N) quietly peered over his shoulder.

‘It’s been so long since I last saw you! How have you been?’

Midoriya then held the pencil in front of (Y/N), gesturing for her to write a response. 

‘I have been good! What about you? Are you still a giant fanboy from when we were little?’

Midroiya chuckled and scratched behind his neck. (Y/N)’s eyes squinted as she looked longingly at the boy. For just a moment, the (h/c)-haired girl’s smile faltered. Oh, what she would give to hear his laugh again.

The green-head then looked up at another classmate, clearly catching something she didn’t. The boy nodded and then resumed to write on the piece of paper.

‘Do you want to go to lunch me and and some friends?’

To which, (Y/N) nodded and smiled at the boy. While walking out of the classroom, she couldn’t shake the feeling of someone looking at her. She gazed over her shoulder and was met with red-eyes looking back at her.

She instantly looked away and bit her bottom lip.

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‘I have to go to the bathroom.’

Midoriya gave several nods while stuffing his face with his katsudon. (Y/N) put the pen down, stood up from her chair and made her way to out of the cafeteria.

Once she was out in the hall, there was only one question pondering in her mind.

Where is the bathroom? She asked herself.

The girl figured that she should just go back to thee cafeteria and ask for directions. When she turned around, she realised that she was just inches away from colliding with someone behind her.

She whimpered and bowed several times.

“Tch, don’t apologise. We didn’t even collide.” 

(Y/N) looked up and stood straight as she was met with the person she had missed very dearly. She almost wanted to cry, but when she saw that his mouth moved, she quickly interrupted him by waving her hand in front of her. She then gestured at her ear, just like she did with Midoriya.

An irritated expression spread across Bakugo’s face as he went to brush past her.

But before he could, (Y/N) took out a loose piece of paper and a pencil that she had in her pockets and gave them to him. She always had something like that in case someone wanted to communicate with her.

Reluctantly, Bakugo took the paper and pencil from her hands and wrote down what he had said. He showed it to her, to which she responded with bowing one more time.

This caused the blond to raise an eyebrow and become a bit confused. But when she stood up straight with a sweet smile on her face, Bakugo couldn’t help but frown just a little bit.

He didn’t pretend that he was innocent. If he had been smarter when he was little, then he would have already figured it out. Why (Y/N) didn’t come to school the following week of the incident. Why she always asked him to talk louder when he came to visit just before they moved. Why her parents always seemed to have this unfamiliar look in their eyes whenever they looked at him when he came to visit.

If only he had more control over his Quirk. Then, the one that he had these strong feelings for wouldn’t lose one of her five senses. He looked down at the paper in his hand and wrote something which made (Y/N) curious.

She waited patiently for him and looked at the boy trying to decide whether to show it to her or not.

In the end, he did while looking away.

‘I’m sorry.’

The girl tilted her head to the side and took the paper and pen from him. Bakugo jolted as it wasn’t something he expected and watched as she swiftly wrote something down.

‘For what?’ She asked and gave it back to him.

‘For causing your disability.’

She gripped the paper tight as she read what he had written over and over.

‘It’s okay. I’ve learned to live with it now. Don’t worry.’ She showed him and continued writing one of the things she yearned for.

‘Although, I do miss hearing your voice.’ The girl presented with a sad smile.

The sentence caused Bakugo to tense. He looked at the girl in front of him. He felt guilty. Extremely guilty. There was nothing he could do to make up for what he did. But he’d say it as many times as long as she was still in his presence.

‘I’m sorry.’

(Y/N) eyes gazed over the apology. Her heart felt warm. She couldn’t help but smile to herself. She was glad that Bakugo didn’t hate her. That perhaps he still valued her as a friend. She was glad that he changed.

‘It seems like you are not such an idiot like you were before, Kacchan.’

The blond hissed. A grin grew on (Y/N)’s face and she showed the paper to her childhood friend.

‘You finally listened to me.’

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[decarath-s]

We Can't Die Here (2/3)

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Pairing: Tenya Iida x prohero!reader, gender-neutral, aged up.

Warnings: fighting, blood mentions, death themes, injury, negative self talk (also the reader has a strength/shield based quirk, similar to Midroiya's, but mostly like Kirishima's or Tetsutetsu's- it's not too important until the end though)

Genre: fluff and angst with a nice ending

Summary: You and your fiancé, Tenya Iida, were sent on a mission that was supposed to be relatively easy- until it wasn't. Not only are you faced with the possibility of death, but you also have to take action and convince Tenya to not go down without a fight.

Word Count: 1200

A/N: Hey! This is the second part of my incredibly self-indulgent fic. It is probably a little wonky, but hope you enjoy it though! Tell me what you think in the comments if you like. Thanks for reading!

Part One | Part Three

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When you did wake up, you were startled by the feeling of coldness surrounding your body. You gasped for air and tried to sit up, scrambling for Tenya only to notice him passed out on top of you. He must have attempted to cushion your fall before you rolled into this position.

You carefully sat up to hold him in your arms and between your legs, cradling his head softly, holding it against your chest and shoulder.

“Tenya, please wake up,” you whispered softly, brushing the dirt off his angled jaw, “Tenya.”

You quickly went to turn on the emergency light on your splintered helmet, which provided you with a dim fluorescent illumination that was just enough to check the wounds on his head. Thankfully, they seemed to be superficial, barely enough to knock him out.

You sighed sharply in relief after checking his vitals and finding no abnormalities. You proceeded to treat his wounds, carefully cleaning and bandaging his forehead, using the emergency kit that you made sure to include in your hero suit. Only then did you notice the water. Not only was it freezing cold, but its level was growing rapidly, reaching the beginning of your ribcage as you sat on the floor while holding Tenya in your arms. According to your cracked watch and calculations, you could not have been stuck down here more than five minutes, which meant you must have woken up just a couple after colliding. This also meant that the water level was growing alarmingly fast.

You stayed still, cradling Tenya, looking around for a way out. By the looks of it, before you passed out, Tenya was able to wave you two out of the falling slabs of concrete, but it all resulted in both of you getting trapped on an underground level under a huge and unsteady mound of concrete debris. There was no obvious way out, and particularly not one that involved safely carrying a sizable unconscious Tenya with you.

You propped his sitting form up against the wall, tilting his head upwards, and started to look for a way out. He winced softly, still out of consciousness. Communications were down, and the water flowing into the place that held you captive did not seem to have any intention of stopping. You could barely get a glimpse of the soft night light through a crack on the fragile structure above you. The rubble that trapped you seemed not only unsteady, but also incredibly heavy and abundant. A whole ass piece of a building was holding you captive underground, in a really cramped space that was rapidly filling up with water.

I should have been more careful. I should have paid more attention to my surroundings, to everything that was going on. At the very least I should’ve avoided getting us trapped here. We were so close and I fucked it up! I fucked it up, I fucked it up, I fucked everything up-

You could feel tears pricking the corners of your eyes, filled with frustration at the terrible situation you had put Tenya and yourself in. It all made you feel incredibly claustrophobic.

A warm, large hand wrapped itself around your wrist, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Y/N, it’s okay,” Tenya murmured as he spun you to wrap his arms around your waist tightly, lifting you slightly off the flooding floor.

You choked on your incoming tears, trying your best to keep your voice steady and deep.

“Tenya, I’m terribly sorry. I never meant to put you in danger-” you shuddered slightly, pulling back to look into his soft, tired eyes, “I’m sorry, please forgive me.”

Tenya only smiled softly, lightheadedness evident in his gaze.

“There is nothing to forgive, darling, you did wonderfully,” he whispered against your temple, before pressing a soft kiss to it, “You couldn’t have foreseen this- neither of us could have. The reports we were given was completely misinformed,” suddenly, there was a soft air of annoyance to his tone, as his hands slid to grip your waist softly.

“I know but- I’m sorry-” you whispered, your voice wavering unbearably, “I should have known better.”

“Y/N,” he started, his voice growing clearer, “Never have I regretted trusting you during any of our missions, and I’m not starting today, either. I am incredibly proud of you, and our different ways of handling situations is what makes us such a powerful team. This was an accident- communications were down and we could never have expected such strong quirks. Fear also got the best of me," he muttered.

He closed his eyes before continuing.

"We were sent here, with no back up, prepared for only a couple of low-end villains, on a mission that was not supposed to go on for longer than 30 minutes,” he groaned in annoyance as he pried one of his hands off your waist to rub the back of his sore neck, "Our situation is unfortunate at best, and we are responsible of whatever happens next, but we could have never foreseen it. At best we should've gone over the Intel ourselves, but there's no use in dwelling. There is no one here to blame."

“It’s not your fault,” he continued softly, glancing around the enclosed space, “Nothing went according to plan. And still, you got the samples that we needed,” he pointed out, absentmindedly poking the pocket above your breast, containing the samples, “And yet, I did not complete my part of the job, which was to get us out of here safely,” he groaned softly, disappointment evident in his voice.

For a second, you stood in awe, witnessing the growth of the man you had loved for so many years.

You had graduated from UA only four years ago, had dated for five, and still, he had grown so much since then. Despite never growing out of his spastic motions and yelling, which you had grown to be incredibly fond of, he had produced an incredibly strong, gentle, and reliable hero.

You inhaled sharply, suddenly finding the voice you had lost the second he started talking.

“Nonsense, Tenya. You saved us from being crushed to death. And like you said yourself, we could never have expected any of this: not the floor caving in, not an ambush or a giant villain- not a building with extra underground levels and much less it collapsing on us,” you huffed while looking around for an exit with newfound determination, holding his arm, “What good would I have been after getting myself crushed to death?”

He could only glance at you, full of adoration and soft, subtle amusement, focused on your fierce gaze as you searched for a way out. Then you turned to him, with a gentle but steady expression.

“You saved us. I could not have gotten us out of harm’s way like you did. And I’m incredibly thankful for everything you have done,” you interrupted yourself with a soft gasp at the sudden feeling of freezing water starting to reach your waist as you stood at your full height, “So- lets finish the job and get out of here. The water is not stopping any time soon and there is no time to waste.”

“R-right-” he nodded softly, looking away, walking around and looking at the mass of concrete debris trapping you, fidgeting with his hands. Suddenly, his voice was filled with a foreign uncertainty, “Y/N... I don’t think there’s a way out.”

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