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Side note: I’m not back from my hiatus I’m just posting this because I magically managed to finish this chapter before going berserk! Yay!

Chapter 20 - Can I show you how much I love you? (18+)

Summary: You just wanted to eat breakfast. So how did you end up in the shower with your freakishly handsome boyfriend, kissing each other senseless?! And the bed?! When did you get there? What’s going on?! WHAT IS THIS SHENANIGAN?!

Warnings: Swear words, 18+!!! Contains a sex scene. (It’s mostly smut, so please, if you are not okay with that or you are under 18, skip this chapter or well… you know... 😂 Thank you!)

Also, this chapter is 7K so get some water and something to snack on!

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“Rise and shine, you drunkard.” You giggle to yourself as you look at your fluffy, absolutely adorable boyfriend who’s already frowning from the light coming in through the window.

“Hey, you wanted me to have fun, which I certainly did.” Izuku retorts sassily. You can’t help but gawk at him which only makes the green head laugh. “I’ll be fine after I take my pills. I’m not in more pain than usual, I swear.”

“Still, drinking this much in your condition…” You mutter, probably ruining the mood completely but fuck, you are so worried. It’s terrible to see such a hard working man so down, physically and mentally. You want him to be healthy and happy again, you want him to smile freely and sleep peacefully like he used to. You want to shield him from any harm, make sure nothing prolongs his current suffering but at the same time, you understand that’s he’s not a fragile human being who needs to be pampered the entire time, however, you still can’t help but want to do that.

“Sweets, I asked.” Izuku sighs. “The doctor said it’s fine. I’m fine. You are fine. Everything is fine.” He slowly strokes your cheeks until you finally relax. It takes a little bit of time, but eventually, you get there. “What do you want to do today, love?” Izuku smiles at you and it’s quite pathetic how your heart rate rises every time he’s sweet to you, even to this day. You’ve been together for long enough to get used to these touches but somehow, you just… can’t.

“Well, Katsuki, Ei, Shouto, Mirio and Tamaki went ‘monster hunting’ early in the morning. By that, I think they meant they are going to climb the big mountain. Denki is still KO so Hitoshi brought him back to their own cabin when Katsuki and the gang left for their adventures. Kyouka and Momo went down to the high street for a shopping spree. Rody went down with them to spend some time with his family. So once we clean up the bedding from the floor and… maybe we can just… chill today? In our own cabin? Try the onsen? Maybe?” Your cheeks are so flushed you are surprised Izuku haven’t commented on it yet.

“Hmm…” his cheeky hands find their way to your tummy under your shirt, slowly stroking your naked skin with a smug smirk on his face. What happened to shy Izuku?! Where is he?! Who’s this man?! “Sounds like a plan to me, Sweets.”

“If you keep doing that, we will never make it to our cabin.” You murmur into his ears with a shit-eating grin on your face. Izuku is out of the bed before you can say anything else, stuttering nonsense under his nose as he moves the so called “bedding” - a bunch of decorative pillows and massive blankets scattered on the floor - back to where they belong and he’s out of the door without a single word. You can’t help but giggle the whole way home.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” You snicker under your nose and Izuku gives you the sassiest side eye you’ve ever seen. It’s absolutely hilarious. “What?!” Oh no. You can’t stop giggling like an idiot. You really don’t need another tummy ache after yesterday’s shenanigans!

“I’m going to the onsen. Right now.” Izuku declares.

“No, not before breakfast.” You retort, standing with your hand on your hips like an angry mother.

“Oh yeah?” He comes closer, his smile bigger and bigger as you flush from his closeness. “Watch me.”

Ladies and gentleman, what happens now must be a fever dream… because Pro Hero Deku AKA Midoriya Izuku AKA Izu-Izu takes off his fucking shirt in the most attractive way possible and slowly sheds every single clothing off while you yell like a virgin with your eyes covered by your own hands.

“What the fuck, Izuku! Stop! Keep the boxers… oh my god, STOP THE VIOLENCE!” You laugh, cheekily peeking out between your fingers. “You also need to shower before going in! IZUKU LISTEN TO ME, YOU MENACE!”

“Only if you shower with me.” Izuku WINKS at you and you swear your soul just left your body for a second.

“Only if you eat breakfast.” You retort and by the surprised look on Izuku’s face, he didn’t think you’ll even consider saying yes to that question.

“You will… shower with me?” Izuku’s confidence is gone just like that, in a matter of milliseconds and you kinda feel the urge to just push him into the bathroom to prove how serious you were but you are way too hungry to even think properly right now so…

“After we had breakfast. I’m starving, Izu-Izu.”

“But… for real?”

“Well, we’ve been together for long enough to share a shower, haven’t we?” You answer with a massive blush on your face.

“I’ll re-heat the food Katsuki left for us.” Is all the answer you get before he trots away into the kitchen.

The mood… is heavy. There is just something in the air you can’t really describe, this weird tension, but not the bad kind… you don’t need to be a rocket scientist to know that today… something big will happen. It might just be the shower, seeing each other completely naked for the first time, but maybe it won’t stop there, maybe…

All the blood from your face goes somewhere else.

Calm down. Jesus Christ, woman, just calm down.

You were so deep in your thoughts you didn’t even realize the that the food is already heated up and ready to eat on the small table in the kitchen. The lovely scent of Katsuki’s food makes your tummy grumble; it might be weird to eat lunch for breakfast, but you literally can’t even be bothered to comment on it; in your household, it’s quite normal to eat whatever you guys want, whenever you want it, thanks to Izuku’s inhuman shift patterns. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, afternoon snack; food is food. That’s your household’s motto.

“The food is served, my princess!” Izuku’s adorable face appears in front of you; he bows low and makes that arm movement the butlers do in those dramas in the TV. The whole scene would be quite funny if he wouldn’t be wearing one single underwear and nothing else.

Let’s just say it’s hard to laugh when you are too focused on… well… the curves. The shapes. The godly body. Those massive fucking legs which could crush your head like a watermelon without even flinching…

“The food is indeed served.” You mutter under your nose, loudly by accident and Izuku starts to laugh, tears prickling his eyes as he holds his tummy, probably trying not to throw up once again.

“Oh… my… god… Sweets… I didn’t see that coming.”

“Me neither!” You yell as you pass by your stupidly attractive boyfriend, completely avoiding eye contact because there is no way you can look at him right now with how embarrassed you are. “Put on a fucking shirt!”

Izuku laughs some more but obliges at the end.

Thank fuck.

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“If you changed your mind, that’s okay.” Izuku caresses your face as you two stand in the bathroom, still clothed. You are quite sure your face is the color of Eijirou’s hair right now. Your limbs are shaking like a leaf and you feel so much anxiety you could cry. It’s stupid, really; it’s not like it’s your first time to be naked in front of somebody, yet it really does feel like it is; Izuku is not like the others, he’ll actually look at you, look at your curves and the tiny little flaws and he’ll remember everything until the day he dies, cherish them like they are something special, because that’s who Midoriya Izuku is; the most caring, most loving partner the world has ever seen.

“I want this.” You declare confidently. “Yes.” You nod to yourself with a tiny pout on your face.

“Yes.” Izuku parrots, making the same, tiny pout then he gives you a smile that makes your insides melt right away. “You are so cute, Sweets. I love you so much.”

“Shut up and get naked!” You yell with a red face. He’s too much. This is too much. He’s too perfect. You can’t even take his teasing seriously with how much love you see in his eyes as he does it.

“Hey, you are not the only one freaking out here!” Izuku yelps awkwardly. “Turn around… please?”

His wavering voice make you look up to his face; he’s flushed and trembly as he slowly takes his shirt off, the movement full of hesitation. You really feel the urge to mention how only an hour ago, he wasn’t this shy about stripping in front of you, but you keep your thoughts to yourself.

“You can also change your mind, you know.” You finally turn around to give him some privacy.

“I’ve been waiting for this ages. There is no way in hell I’ll back out of this just because of my stupid anxiety.” Izuku grumbles, more to himself than to you. “You’ve seen me naked before. You’ve seen my scars. You know all my secrets. I have no reason for me to feel so ashamed of myself. It’s all in my head… I know I’m not ugly. That’s a lie, fuck… I know… I know you think I’m… okay. I know you won’t mind… me looking like this. Most and foremost, I know you love me for who I am and not for how I look like…” he mumbles and mumbles, not realizing you managed to get out of your clothes by the time he managed to get to his underwear. Your eyes are filled with tears from his words, you want to slap him in the face for hating himself like that and kiss him senseless out of pride for finally realizing it’s all in his head.

With that said…

“Izuku, look at me.” You appear behind your boyfriend, probably standing way too close for it to be appropriate, but you don’t care right now.

Izuku bumps right into you when he turns around; a tiny yelp leaves his mouth as your breasts bounce on his chest. “If I ever hear you calling yourself ugly I’ll pull out every single one of your leg hairs with a tweezer, one buy one, in the most painful way possible. Now turn around, finish what you are doing and see you in the shower.”

“That’s weirdly… evil.” Izuku snickers but by the look of it, you plan worked because he looks much less anxious now. You quickly go inside the shower cubicle to hide, not giving the man too much time to check you out… yet.

You can hear some rustling from outside then Izuku takes a few deep breaths and steps inside the now foggy shower and… you forget how to breathe.

Izuku looks gorgeous on a normal day, but this… is downright sinful. Izuku is stocky but not in the wrong way; you knew that already but with his underwear now gone, you can see how perfect the proportion is. He’s perfect. His shoulders are massive, but he has a nice curve to his body and there is a tiny trail of green hair leading towards his perfectly trimmed intimate area, also pine green just like his hair… then… that’s… a monster between his legs. Yup. You slowly look up and to the side to calm yourself down because that sight went straight into your core and this shower doesn’t feel that innocent anymore.

“Sweets, I… I’ll have problems down there if you keep looking this pretty, just giving you a heads up.” Izuku whines with a high pitched voice. By the time you wake up from your daze he already turned his back to you (you try your best not to stare at that gorgeous fucking ass, because hell, that thing looks like it was carved by a horny but extremely talented sculptor), probably ashamed of himself for feeling this way. You can’t help but speak up.

“If I would… have the same thing between my legs, I would have the same problem.” You admit sheepishly.

“Why are we so awkward about the stupidest things?” Izuku giggles. You want to pinch him. (His ass. You want to pinch his ass. That’s what you want to do you cheeky sod.)

“I don’t mind. I think it’s really… us, that we act this way. I wouldn’t have this any other way.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Say that again and I’ll forcefully kiss you.”

“Hm. That doesn’t sound that bad.”

“IZUKU!“ you yell into the small space as you hide your face in your palms like that helps anything. Your forehead ends up on Izuku’s back and he yelps helplessly; you don’t need to see his face to know he’s red all over because even the back of his neck is the color of a lobster.

“Okay, I’m done with this awkwardness.” Izuku takes a deep breath and the next moment, your back hits the wall. You can’t help, but whimper. “Sweets, you are the most perfect human being I’ve ever seen and I’ve been waiting for this moment for ages, so I’m sorry for… uhm… being a little bit too excited right now but I really want to wash your back if you… uhm…” Izuku stops in the middle of the sentence as he’s incapable to continue thanks to your mouth being on his.

You can’t help it. Just… can’t. Your body moved on its own.

Izuku is irresistible. His gorgeous muscles, the veins on his arms, the softness of his wet skin, topped up with his kind words and pretty freckles is just too much after all this time; you wanted to touch him for so long, you wanted to feel him for months which honestly, feels like decades at this point… it feels like the love is about to burst out of your chest but there are no words strong enough to satiate your soul, to make it clear enough for the other the understand the depth of your feelings and your body is not listening to you anymore; the desire has festered into something unstoppable, it clouded your mind completely until there were no thoughts there just Izuku himself, freckled cheeks and pine green hair, the broccoli…

Wait.

“If this is your way to make this less awkward… it works.” Izuku kisses you back with a newly found vehemence, scorching hot yet so careful, but you don’t kiss back anymore… you push the man away like he just burned you, because… “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“I forgot!”

“What?”

“How did I forget about it?” You whimper, completely ashamed of yourself. “I can’t believe I was so astonished by your… uhm… that I forgot to check it out! I’m the worst!”

“I have no idea what you are talking about, is the water too hot?” Izuku blinks at you, completely lost.

“The broccoli! I forgot about your broccoli! I can’t believe this!”

Izuku… bursts out laughing. He’s folded in half, his forehead basically cushioned by your boobs, shaking like a leaf from guffawing too hard.

“You pushed me away in the middle of a heavy, naked make-out session because you wanted to see my tattoo?” He looks into your eyes with an incredulous, but fond gaze.

“It’s important to me!” You mutter under your nose and Izuku doesn’t even answer you anymore; he just moves away and pushes his hip out, showing off his tiny, adorable broccoli tattoo sitting on his hipbone. You can’t stop your fingers from reaching out, caressing the colored skin with nothing but wonder in your eyes. “It’s so cute.”

Your boyfriend looks so much leaner than he usually does - you realize as you caress his strong hipbone, your fingers cheekily running over the dip by his waist.

Damn, you’ll never ever get over his thighs. Every time you look at them you remember his photoshoot with Mirko, the one that made Izuku a fashion icon, a genderless beauty because hell, Izuku is as manly as they get but… that man in Mirko’s costume kinda made you question your own sexuality.

Maybe you are just Izuku-sexual. He could be a man, a woman, someone between the two, hell, a fucking midget and you would still be attracted to him.

“You are so beautiful, Y/N.” Izuku sighs, right next to your ears. The fire burns even stronger inside you. The feeling only gets worse when his hand travels from your waist to the side of your breast, his thumb cheekily caressing the plump, soft skin. You make the mistake of looking down out of pure embarrassment just to be face to face with the proof of how much Izuku likes what he sees.

You can’t see it, but you can feel him staring at you; you look up and you are met with two heavily lidded eyes taking in the sight from the top of your head down to your feet, over and over. There is a new shine to them now, hot and scorching and you completely melt under that loving gaze; he takes that as a permission to take it further and starts peppering kisses all over your wet neck. You can’t help but move your hand into his soft, dripping curls; you clench your hand around the strands and Izuku makes a sinful sound which goes right into your center and the next few minutes are kinda a blur; things fall from the small shelving system inside the cubicle, someone slips, someone bites, someone moans, there is a constant pressure by your belly, something hard, but also soft to the touch, there are hands on your chest, on your back, on your thighs, everywhere, really.

Your whole body is on fire and so is his; the water is way too cold, but even that can not ruin the moment you two are having.

There are no thoughts in your head, just him. Izuku Midoriya. Midoriya Izuku. Calloused fingers and the feeling of scars under your hands, hard muscle and soft skin, bouncy curls, the scent of Izuku’s shower gel, which somehow decided to appear out of nowhere (he probably took it off the shelf while you were too busy kissing him senseless and actually decided to be useful and clean you up while touching you all over), there is so much going on yet your mind is completely empty.

This is what Izuku does to you on a daily basis. He comes close and you forget who you are.

The scent of Izuku’s shower gel only sends thrill down your spine; the knowledge that for the next few hours you’ll smell like him, taste like him just ignites your body once again, the flames even stronger than before, you can’t help but touch him, first just his arms, then the tattoo on his side, the back of his neck, his collarbone, then the soft hair right on top of his member. You didn’t touch him properly but a wanton moan leaves Izuku’s mouth right as your fingers start to caress the hair down there then suddenly, Izuku gently slaps your hand away from that area.

You don’t have time to freak out about “going too far”; the next moment your back hits the wall once again, your legs somehow make their way around the man’s extremely attractive waist then he slowly moves you lower and lower until you feel something soft but sturdy right between your folds, just like the last time you two enjoyed each other’s company in the hot tub.

“Tell me to stop.” Izuku whimpers right into your ears then ends his sentence by biting down on your ear. His whole body shakes from the restraint, his palms are aggressively gripping your side and the back of your neck; Izuku is doing his fucking best to not move his hips forward, to not let him feel the pleasure of the friction because once it’s done, there is no way back for him; there is a limit to his restraint, there is a limit to how much of this can Izuku take without losing his goddamn mind…

You tear Izuku’s walls down with one single movement, with just a tiny little friction and you both moan in tandem as the pleasure creates goosebumps on your skin, but maybe, it’s just the cold water coming from the shower head; it doesn’t matter though because your answer is loud and clear and that’s all it takes for Izuku to turn off the shower with one hand and manhandle you into a towel-burrito before he takes you to the bedroom like a princess, his teeth clattering from the cold.

You should feel shy and embarrassed. You should be freaking out when Izuku drops you down on the bed and towers over you with your boobs halfway out of your towel.

You don’t feel any of that. Neither is he.

It just feels… normal. Exciting.

“Finally…” Izuku giggles with excitement sparkling in his gorgeous eyes. He pulls the cover on top of you both and takes a few deep breaths to stop the shaking of his body; he waits a few minutes in silence, just staring at your chest and face, remembering it all while your bodies get warmer under the cover and the goosebumps are finally gone. You trace the old scars on his chest and his tummy, you give them all the love you possibly can without saying a single word. The silence isn’t awkward… this silence is… precious. It’s like there’s no need for words, no need for verbal communication because everything is written all over your faces, it’s in every single caress, every single kiss, every single sigh that leaves your mouths as you touch each other in new places. Your hand can’t get away from that perfectly trimmed bush on top of Izuku’s member so you find yourself there once again, just caressing the prickly skin, enjoying the way it feels under your fingertips.

The mood is calmer now, more mature but still full of those flames from before; it’s a weird, conflicting combination but it somehow works for you two. “Sweet pea.” Izuku whimpers while his free hand fondles your boob. You can’t help but moan into the air between you two as his thumps finds your bud and starts fiddling with it. “Can I show you how much I love you?” All you can do is nod weakly, your eyes full of tears. No one ever treated you like this, like you are a goddess who deserves to be worshipped, like every caress is a gift, like your body is something worth cherishing and you feel so loved already you kinda want to tell him to not even bother anymore, but you don’t have the heart to do that after looking into his half-lidded, excited eyes.

“Please.” You smile at your boyfriend happily. He bumps your foreheads together for a few seconds and smiles right back; this moment is special, it feels like there is a red string connecting you two together, the one that’s indestructible and infinite; the strings of faith are almost visible now as Izuku leans down to connect your chests, but maybe you are just too delirious and too aroused to be able to distinguish delusion from reality.

Izuku seals the deal with the hottest kiss known to mankind and you are halfway to your orgasm already and he haven’t even touched you yet.

“Plus Ultra!” Izuku gives you one last smile before he dives under the covers, right between your legs and you scream his name as you come in less than 3 minutes. Three. Fucking. Minutes.

He just… went in and… oh my god. Midoriya Izuku, goddamn Pro Hero Deku just… he’s… really talented with his tongue. Let’s just leave it at that.

You need 5 to 7 days to get over the fact that you just received the best oral you’ve ever had and it was from your favorite pro Hero who you are ridiculously in love with.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done.” You can feel Izuku’s smile on the inside of your thighs as he starts peppering kisses all over the area. It’s so loving and so careful, so slow yet so passionate… you can’t help but feel the arousal wake up inside you once again. “I really love your legs. I always wanted to kiss them. They are so soft and your thighs are so… ahh, I wanna sleep on them. They are better than the best memory foam pillow on the market. You also taste really nice. I think I’m becoming addicted.” Izuku goes back to the “treasure” and leaves tiny kisses all over your folds, teasing the most sensitive parts with his tongue to steal another taste. You can’t help but whimper; it’s extremely sensitive now but the touch is light enough to be pleasurable even in this state.

“I also love your tummy. Having a six pack is great, but I really enjoy soft and cute things.” Izuku adds with an obsessed tone which makes you blush like a virgin. “You are the softest and cutest of them all. I love you.” Izuku leaves a trail of kisses all over your tummy until he reaches your chest; he pops your bud into his mouth and does something with his tongue that makes you see stars; it almost feels like swirling water, soft and languid. It’s extremely hard to describe the feeling without comparing Izuku’s tongue to a tentacle, which, let’s be honest, would make this fanfiction so much dirtier than it really is.

“I’m not even going to try and give these two a justice with my words.” Is all Izuku says before he takes your other bud into his mouth to give it some love. If you think this can’t get more hot, you are wrong; Izuku starts to nibble your chest gently, sucking on the soft skin without leaving a mark, his eyes downright manic as he makes sure there isn’t a single millimeter left unloved.

Needless to say, you guys will need to change the sheets after this because well… you are soaking wet. Again.

You try your best to hide this information from your boyfriend for now because while Izuku is a man on a mission, you also have your own plans and knowing how much Izuku enjoys giving, he wouldn’t let you do anything today until your “situation” is “sorted.”

“Izu-Izu.” You rake your fingers through Izuku’s hair, clenching your fist on the top of his head just to hear him moan once again. And again. And again. Hell, Izuku has the most sinful moan, high pitched and weirdly feminine; he always tries to stop himself in the middle of the sound and the way his voice falters and breaks, then goes so high in the last one second… just makes your “situation” even worse. “Let me love you too, goddamnit!” You whine and moan at the same time. Izuku stops with his shenanigans for one second and that’s all you need to finally manage to roll him over and end up in his lap. You are not going to lie, it took all of your strength to be able to do that and you are panting a little bit but it was all worth it for the sight; he is blushing like crazy and he looks so lost now that he’s not in charge. You don’t even try to stop yourself from kissing him senseless, it’s physically impossible to do so.

“I feel like I’m going to explode.” You admit between two kisses. “Fucking hell, Izuku, are you even human? Is this another quirk of yours? Are you a lust demon? How can you do stuff like that with this adorable, innocent face? How?” You complain, while Izuku giggles. “Don’t fucking giggle, I’m serious!”

“I think I have a thing for being manhandled. I’m also about to explode.” He admits sheepishly with his hand wondering down to your bottom cheekily. You take a deep breath and move down to his belly, not letting him touch your private parts because it’s your turn now to love him endlessly and you want to do it without any distractions.

“Good. Suffer with me.” You retort cheekily and Izuku giggles once more. “You have so many freckles on your chest and tummy, I love it so much. I love your freckles, have I ever told you that?” You mumble as you kiss Izuku’s hard abs. His hands wander into your hair the same way yours did and you can kinda understand why is Izuku so hot and bothered when you do that to him.

“No, you didn’t.” Izuku chokes on air.

“Well, now you know.” You answer simply. “You have the body of a god, but I like your face the most. And your hair. And how some of your scars are softer to touch than your normal skin. I love the texture. Like this one.” Your hand moves up to Izuku’s pecks, caressing the massive scar on the side of his left breast. “You are so handsome but nothing is as pretty as your soul. Izuku, you look perfect from the outside but compared to you as a person, it’s fucking nothing. If I would have a quirk I would want to be able to go inside your soul… just so I can kiss it senseless.” You make no sense. You are aware of it. No need to comment on it. How the fuck are you supposed to stay coherent in this situation?! It doesn’t feel real. It’s too fucking good to be real.

A tiny sob cuts through the tension and you emerge from the covers to look into your boyfriend’s eyes. Of course, he’s crying. “You are such a crybaby.” You smile down at him with nothing but fondness. “My little crybaby. I love you so much.” You leave a tiny kiss on his mouth.

“No one… ever… made me feel like this.” Izuku admits between two sobs. “Like I’m the best thing in the whole world. No one ever managed to actually make me believe them, but you… you make it sound like it’s possible that I’m not… a failure. I feel so loved I don’t know what to do with it.”

“Enjoy it. You deserve it. You are the best thing, at least for me.” You leave tiny kisses on your boyfriend’s neck to divert his attention.

“And you are the best thing, for me.” He retorts with a sigh. “I want to build a shrine to you and pray for your well-being every day. I want to do this every day… I want to eat and drink YOU, I want to become YOU… I want us to become one and stay like that forever, because I’m the best thing only because you are next to me. Fuck, that doesn’t make any sense and it sounded so much cooler in my head…” Izuku mutters shyly, looking at the wall due to his embarrassment.

“Let’s become one, then. We can’t stay like that forever, but… I want… uhm…” you mumble with a red face as you move one of your hands under the covers to caress his painfully hard member with one finger. Izuku almost chokes on his saliva just from this one touch. It fills you with pride.

You absolutely enjoy the way Izuku is writhing under you, his face contorted by the pleasure while your hand moves on his member up and down, slow but steady. He doesn’t let you enjoy the game for too long; one second you are in charge then the next your back hits the soft bed once again and Izuku’s finger finds his way to his folds, slowly easing the first finger inside, followed by the second almost immediately.

“Sweets… you really like me this much?” Izuku moves his fingers around your folds to feel the wetness around the area. You can’t help but look away shyly, completely embarrassed from being so excited. Your plan failed. Goddamnit.

“Sorry…”

“What? No! Don’t be!” Izuku freaks out for a split second. “I’m just… really happy. I loose my confidence in bed really quickly but you make it so easy for me. Your whole body speaks to me, it tells me it’s okay, that this is good for you and I’m so thankful.” Izuku slowly eases the third finger in; a quiet whimper leaves your mouth as he starts scissoring inside to make this as easy for you as possible. “I’ll make sure to thank you by being the best partner now and forever. Sweets… Y/N… can I…”

“Fucks sake, Izu, yes. You can do whatever you want. I’m yours and you are mine. That’s all I need to know.”

“Okay.” Izuku nods, clearly spiraling a little bit. “Yeah, uhm, I’m gonna get the… stuff. Just stay here.”

“Damn, I was about to run out for some coffee.” You add jokingly, but Izuku is on a mission and he can’t understand sarcasm…

“I’ll get you some coffee from the kitchen, then!”

You start laughing like a maniac.

“Oh my god, I was joking, you silly. Hurry up!”

“Oh… I’m an idiot.” Izuku takes the box of condoms out of his backpack. You will make sure to ask him later about the fact that he had some with him… Cheeky little fuck.

You also try your best to not stare at that perfect butt. Damn, you are eating well today!

He has a few stretch marks on his back, but it’s only visible when you look really closely; which you do because you can’t help yourself, even though you literally just said that you won’t.

“Yeah, but you are my idiot. Now get back here and love me.” You continue to stare at that perfect peach, but Izuku turns around and you look away swiftly because the front is just as delicious as the back and you honestly don’t think you can take more of this right now. It’s quite comical how the color of his broccoli tattoo is the same as his hair down there; its a little bit sad how you’ll never be able to boast on your “Deku lovers” group chat about it. They would probably laugh in your face anyway, thinking you are a liar because there is no way the perfect pro hero Deku has a silly little broccoli tattoo.

“Okay.” Izuku grins with a flushed face and barges back into the bed, right into your arms.

He starts peppering kisses all over your neck, giggling happily like a schoolboy, then moves back to your face to leave another scorching hot kiss on your mouth while his hand slowly wonders down to your intimate areas to make sure you are ready for the “good stuff.”

It takes all your self-restraint to not come from the sight on top of you; Izuku’s hair is disheveled and he looks so fucking out of it that you would think he’s being touched himself, but your hands are in his hair and you feel no friction anywhere on your body which means he just… enjoys pleasing you so much it makes him look like he’s five seconds from coming. His fingers stop moving and he slowly retracts them, leaving you empty and sad for a split of a second but then he puts the condom package into his mouth and tears it open while keeping eye contact with you the whole time and you swear you see stars. Izuku is just too much. Too hot and too dirty but also so innocent and loving, it just doesn’t make sense, really… but…

“Are you ready, Sweets? Tell me if it hurts, okay? Promise me.” He looks at you worriedly and your heart just melts inside your chest and becomes nothing but a big lump of goo.

“I promise… OH MY GOD.” You almost yell as you feel the first few centimeters inside you. Izuku bites his lips once and takes a few deep breath, not moving, just waiting for you to get used to the sting, to the almost foreign sensation because damn, the man isn’t small and it has been ages you’ve been in this situation with anyone. “I’m fine, I’m fine, keep going, Izu.” You try to reassure him as best as you can. It starts to feel really good down there even though he’s not even halfway in.

He slowly moves further and the sting is back but it’s not as bad as it was before; it really quickly turns into an intoxicatingly amazing sensation that makes your whole body tremble and Izuku drops his face on your chest, his whole body shaking like a leaf.

“Relax or I’ll really embarrass myself. Please. You feel too good. Why didn’t we do this sooner?” He mutters into your breasts and if you wouldn’t be so aroused you would have laughed in his face for being so cute, but…

“You can move. Please. Move.” You stutter as a sudden wave of pleasure hits you just right. Izuku doesn’t say anything just moves back to his original position and slides out a bit and then back again and you are so happy everyone is out and about because you are quite sure the whole neighborhood just heard you moan. “Izu…”

“I think I’m going to cry again, but it’s happy tears.” Izuku admits sheepishly while he starts a slow but steady pace. His moans are quiet and his voice breaks quite frequently but there is something about it that makes you tremble in pleasure; probably the fact that you are the reason he sounds like that, deep but also squeaky, you are the reason his face is flushed from all the bliss… you feel so lucky to be able to experience this, to feel all this love, to be the reason for Izuku’s happy tears; you are so thankful for taking that big leap of faith by moving in with a stranger all those months ago.

“I love… love you. Izu. Izuku.” You stutter as Izuku’s pace picks up and you are absolutely incapable to think from this point; you both moan each other’s name in tandem as you chase your orgasms, Izuku clearly tries his best to keep his focus on you, to listen to where and how it feels the best and slowly but surely that pleasant feeling starts to build up with every thrust Izuku delivers to the right spot; Izuku’s arms start to tremble and it makes you stop for a second; this shaking doesn’t seem to be from the pleasure and Izuku looks a little bit stressed as you look into his eyes so you put your hand on his chest, silently asking for him to stop.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Izuku starts to apologize but you are not having any of that.

“Lay down.” You command kindly. Izuku looks utterly confused for a second but he does it anyway. You don’t give him a single warning before you sit in his lap with your hands perched on his naked, beautifully sculpted chest and slowly ease yourself back down on his length. Izuku’s face contorts in utter pleasure, now that his arms are not hurting anymore and you pat yourself on the back inside your little mind palace for realizing something is wrong even while your mind was clouded by all the new sensations. “Good boy.” You caress Izuku’s muscly chest. Izuku moans loudly and moves his hip upwards, finding that special point once again, even in this new position.

Izuku looks ethereal from this point of view; his hair is splayed out on the white pillow, no curly strand the same as the other, his face is flushed and his eyes are sparkling like a rare gemstone, gaze full of love and lust and by that look on his face, he doesn’t mind this position either; every single movement makes his face scrunch up, his moans becoming hiccups and silent pleas to keep doing what you are doing, just like that, and it barely takes 10 more minutes for you two to feel the coil inside your tummy snap, Izuku doing the same a few more thrusts later.

You’ve never come this hard before. Your body shakes violently and you barely keep yourself up right while Izuku moves his hips up and down really slowly to prolong this amazing feeling, tears prickle your eyes from the pleasure, and once the feeling is gone you collapse on Izuku’s chest; you didn’t realize how much you strained your legs by doing this until you came down from your high, but when it it hit, you couldn’t help but whimper, this time, from the pain.

There are some other parts of your body that feel a tiny bit funny right after you two separate with a whimper, but honestly, you’ve seen that coming.

“I’ve never done this this way.” Izuku admits shyly.

“Never?” You look up at your boyfriend as you slowly move to his side; you need to lay down properly for a second. Everything is spinning.

“No. It was always… me doing everything. I want to do this again. And again. And again.”

“I’ll need to hit the gym then.” You giggle to yourself and seeing your boyfriend’s confused face, he doesn’t really understand the problem. “Izuku, this position… needs a lot of leg muscles. I don’t have any. I’m quite sure I pulled at least one muscle in both of my legs.”

“I’m more than happy to help you with that!” Izuku sits up excitedly. You give him a side eye. “Not like that, you silly! Actual training! And that, too, of course, but only if you want to do it again. I’m okay with anything until it’s you.”

You want to put this man on a plate and eat him. How can he be so sweet?!

“I love you, you weirdo.” You giggle into his hair then you leave a tiny kiss on his neck as a silent thank you.

“I love you too, Sweets. Let’s have a few minutes of rest then let’s go to the onsen.”

“Oh my god, the onsen sounds magical right now.” You sigh, utterly pleased. “Izu?”

“Hm?”

“Are you happy?”

“I’m the happiest fucking freak in the whole wide world, Sweets.” He smiles. “Are you happy?”

“I think I’m high on happiness.” You pant, exhausted.

“Good. Me too.”

… to be continued!

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Potato ramble:

- I can’t believe this finally happened! Honestly, I’m not a big fan of writing these kind of things but even I was excited about this to finally happen because the tension was absolutely ridiculous! 😂 Not gonna lie, I have many other ideas about what this version of Izuku likes but I probably won’t be able to use them as they would be too dirty for this otherwise innocent story. 😂 I love these two so much, they are so perfect for each other!

- I hope you guys are okay. Sorry for not responding to your lovely comments, I read them all and I send you all hugs! I hope I will see you soon but to be honest with you, I don’t think it will be sooner than 4 weeks, maybe more if shit goes south in my life.

- There will be changes to my uploads when I come back, I’ll leave a note for you guys once we get to it. I might need you to answer some questions too, because I have no idea what to do 😂

- Random personal ramble: so funny story about my recent life; I went home to my home country to see my mom and I told her about how much I want an airfryer but I don’t really have space for it nor money to spare. I didn’t know she actually owns one so I got really excited when I saw it! A day after I came back to England there was an Amazon order on my doorstep that I didn’t order. Guys, my mom went on Amazon and bought me an airfryer. I’ve been making cakes and baked apples every day since. Get an air fryer if you can. It’s amazing. Thank you for listening. 😂

Here’s a quick, delish recipe for you: get some apples, cut them in half, get rid of the stem, put a bunch of Nutella in it then sprinkle cinnamon on top (or pour half of the bottle on it like I do. Lol). Bake it for 40 mins on 160C. You are welcome. (You can also use dark chocolate instead of Nutella if you wanna make it healthier. You can also hide a walnut inside. Omnomnom.

- I’ll shut up now. Tell me your thoughts!

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izukuisbaby · 2 years

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Hey, it's me again. I hope you had a nice vacation. Could i request a bnha smau in which you ask them to buy you a period product that does not exist pls? Have a nice day and drink some water!

⊹˚.⋆ ASKING THE BNHA MEN TO BUY A PERIOD PRODUCT THAT DOESN'T EXIST

℘. flora's notes : for people who request stuff on my event, i really want to do things right and i don't want to write something rushed or that i am not happy with. at the moment, i am in a difficult mental state and i find it hard to focus on doing your requests. I'll get better soon though ! smaus are easy to write and it's less serious than headcanons or one-shots, it requires less brain cells and that's perfect for me right now ! i love u all sm<3

℘. to anon : okay so im so sorry for late answer love, I loved your request but it got lost in my inbox 🥲. i gathered my last 3 braincells for this, i hope u like my inventions 🤡

℘. infos : gender is not specified so all people who have their periods rn can have the comfort they need 😔✋🏼 (u have all my love and support too) PART 2 IS PLANNED.

that was quite a lot of information,thank u if u made it there 💀-

℘. includes : izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki

m.list | comment or reblog if you enjoyed !

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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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zuzu-the-villain · 1 year

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─ the bunny lamp's promise | Izuku x reader

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

♡.ೃ࿐ FORMAT: one-shot

♡.ೃ࿐ PAIRING: Prohero!Deku x reader

♡.ೃ࿐ WORDCOUNT: 1.3k

"A lamp that shines so bright, A gift to keep you safe at night, When I'm away and you're alone, This lamp will be your guiding stone.

A symbol of my love and care, This lamp will always be there, To light your way and ease your fear, And remind you that I'm always near."

♡.ೃ࿐

As the sun begins to dip below the horizon, the sky transforms into a breathtaking canvas of vibrant colors. The last remnants of daylight slowly fade away, leaving behind a gentle twilight that blankets the earth.

And as the darkness creeps in, a hush falls over the world. But it seems that someone did not have peace among that silence of the night.

“Don’t worry, darling. I have everything I need.“

“And those sandwiches I made you?"

"And those sandwiches you made me." he smiled caringly, gesturing towards the sandwiches that were nicely packed in a bag. But as much as he wanted to appear positive about everything now, he didn't show much of a progress now that you were here as an escort before his long departure.

"Do you know when you will be back?"

“Right, about that..“

As though lost in thought, his once bright smile faded into wistful expression.

“I cannot make a vow to return swiftly, but of this you can be certain, my love,”

Receiving your tender skin against his drowned like embers, he pulled you closer in the hope that you could hear him with your own ears and heart.

“..my heart is taped to yours, and it shall lead me back to you through storm and tempest, across oceans and mountains. No distance shall dim the flame of my love for you, nor weaken my resolve to reunite with you once more.”

“Oh, stop being so cheesy and come back as soon as you can, alright?” The two of you giggling and smiling like two doves in each other's arms, you came as close to him as your lips could reach his, closing even the tiniest gap in between.

It was a slow and lingering kiss, as if the two of you were trying to freeze time and make the moment last forever, saying goodbye without actually saying so before you had to part ways, once again.

“Oh!-and one more thing..!“

Before you even got hold of his key find, in no time at all you caught your hand, which had been standing shyly behind his back, now holding something in front of you, something packed.

The wrapping paper was forest green, decorated with tiny white bunnies and a delicate silver ribbon.

“For me?“ He gave you a funny look, handing the little gift into your hands once again leaving his lips on your forehead. His eyes flickered towards the digital departure board every few seconds, as if willing the time to move slower, but it was already time for the travelers to finally say their sweet goodbyes, and unfortunately for him, he drifted from the comfort of your embrace, leaving behind the bittersweet memories of your warmth for later.

"Go, go out there and be the hero they didn't even know they needed."

“Right! I’ll be back, honey, kisskiss!“

“Stay safe!“

Watching him go and disappear from your sight, your eyes sparkled with curiosity as you gazed down at the neatly wrapped present in your hands. You couldn't wait to untie the ribbon at home and see what treasure lay hidden inside. And so,

as you carefully unwrapped the paper, you unearthed something that shone with a golden radiance, like a treasure discovered by a pirate on a sandy beach. But this was no ordinary gold in your still sparkling eyes. It was a precious, priceless gift that would light up your world in ways that money could never buy. The bunny lamp glowed with a warm, inviting light that chased away the shadows lurking in all corners. It was like a small beacon of a lamp, a symbol of love and devotion that will guide you through the darkest nights.

The bunny lamp’s long, floppy ears stood still, as if they were listening intently to every sound around them. Those large, round eyes seemed to sparkle with inner mischief, as if it were in on a secret joke that only it knew.

As you admired the lamp's delicate beauty, you noticed a small letter tied around the neck. With trembling fingers, you opened the letter and read the heartfelt words written inside, sweet tears sliding down your face. It was a gift from dear Izuku, a token of his undying affection that would forever shine bright in your heart.

Every wonderful night, even if it was raining and thunder was hitting the bushes, you would turn on the bunny lamp, letting it protect you from all the evils and darkness that kept you awake. Izuku’s presence wasn't quite next to you, but it shone with a fiery intensity, surrounding you with the safety of invisible arms that you would have otherwise been wrapped in during the night, even though they were now somewhere far away. On the other side of the world.

Countless nights have slipped away into the past, but as day and night changed, long weeks followed, turning into months like caterpillars just emerging from their interwoven web.

Over time, his letters stopped coming to you and to your loving heart, and it also seemed like there was no signal as soon as he didn't answer your calls. You really wanted to understand what was going on, but you thought that he was probably overloaded with work, that it was perfectly fine if he put you aside now.

As the seasons changed and the world around you transformed, you slowly began to realize. The holiday cheer that once brought you such joy now felt hollow and empty, a painful reminder of what you had lost. The mornings and nights stretched out endlessly, with each passing day a struggle to find meaning and purpose in a life that had been shattered by grief.

No longer did the changing leaves or the first snowfall bring a sense of wonder and excitement. The colors of fall were muted and dull, the snowflakes falling like tears from the sky. The once-festive decorations and lights felt garish and tasteless, mocking your pain and loneliness.

Memories of laughter and love of him haunted you every waking moment, a bittersweet reminder of a life that was now gone.

And as the night wore on, thick tears of yours, over the cold moonlight continued to flow down. You clutched the lamp tightly to your chest, its warm glow a reminder of the love you held onto so fiercely. Your heart held both hope and suspicion in equal measure, as you craved for a better outcome while fearing the worst.

Even so, you never lost hope that Izuku would return to you and held on to your love for him, but as the first rays of dawn crept into the room, illuminating the emptiness that surrounded you, you knew that this waiting of yours had come to an end.

With a heavy heart, you turned off the lamp, the only light left in your life now extinguished forever. And as you sat there in the darkness, whispering those final farewell to the man you had loved so deeply, knowing that you would never see him again,

“..you made me a promise, a vow to return to my side.. and the life we once shared, now a distant memory in the wake of your betrayal of those endless years without you. You liar..yo-you big dumb liar! Y-you said you'd be ba-ack! You swore to me.."

The darkness seemed to swallow up your fragile figure, leaving you isolated and alone with your heart that felt heavy and broken, drained of life and joy. You couldn't understand how it still beat with such force when everything felt so meaningless.

You were consumed by your grief, lost in a world that no longer held any meaning. With tears streaming down your face, you clung to the lamp, as if it were a lifeline in the darkness. It was just you and him now, him,─in the soft glow of the lamp.

♡.ೃ࿐

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animetrashbox · 3 months

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Blog Overview:

(not me going over to everyone I follow and looking at their masterlists so I do this right)

Hello! My name is Animetrashbox, and this is my blog!

Welcome~~ ヾ(*´ ∇ `)ﾉ

Now, I don't want to keep you long from the amazing things you could be reading, so I won't. Instead, feel free to take a leisurely scroll through what I currently have to offer within my MASTERLIST.

I will also be cross posting my stories onto AO3; feel free to stop by at any time.

Within my masterlist, you'll likely have a large sum of content; if not content entirely made up of Izuku Midoriya x reader posts. [ As I post this, I don't have anything posted yet, but check back in, because hopefully I do soon! ]

Here, I'll be putting my multiple years of writing [ attempts ] along with high praise from some of my writing teachers, [ I love them ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ] and dedicate it to a noble cause.

.+* Writing Fanfiction *+.

So, with nothing else to say, please welcome yourself into the Animetrashbox Blog!

Enjoy~~!

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hfhxjdndnnrnt · 1 year

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I feel like yandere deku doesn’t use physical pain as much as others because she grew up being a lot weaker and bullied so instead instead he uses psychological and Hurt you throw people around you like if he doesn’t think you’re making enough time for him he forces your teachers to lower your grade

#deku x reader #pro hero deku x reader #deku midoriya #villain deku #deku #villain deku x reader #yandere deku x reader #yandere x reader

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imagination-mess · 4 months

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Imagine Pro Hero Deku and Dynamight in disguise to see the new All Might exhibit that took years to put together.

There was a field trip happening with children to see the exhibit. One of them wanders off with a notebook ready on hand to have a small lizard with small wings on its back on top of his cap.

He quietly approached the two men who were quietly arguing in front of a hero suit, tugging on the red-haired male that matched his eyes. The hero’s eyes land on the child holding up a notebook with child-like writing, asking for their autograph in a very formal manner. That is the first thing he sees before glancing over at the child, who starts to be terrified under his stare.

The other hero was wearing a disguise of black hair and purple eyes, with no freckles in sight. He kneels to the child's level before asking for the notebook. The boy immediately turns to a fresh page and shakily hands it over.

Izuku could feel it wasn’t your original notebook because the quality of the paper felt more like a sketchbook.

Katsuki was looking at the child, who looked like he was trying to keep it together to not freak out over the heroes. His eyes shone similar to those of the male next to him when he was younger, who was taking his sweet time signing the boy’s book. He pushes the idea to the back of his head because it has been years since the other hero even hooked up with anyone.

The more he looks at the child, mayb-

The notebook with a fresh new page was put in front of him, blocking his view of the child. He takes it and signs with a different color marker the child was holding, and now he understands why Izuku took longer. It is a high-quality paper, most likely to be hung, seeing how young the fanboy is.

“How did you know it was us?” Izuku asks out of curiosity since they are wearing high-end equipment that is often used for undercover missions as disguises.

“Your scent. He smelled you.” The child with green eyes, just like him, points at the creature lying on top of the boy’s cap. Izuku stares at the creature above him that reminds him of someone from his past. The more he looks at it, the more of a stink eye the lizard is giving him, similar to one that he has but in a different form.

The book gets returned to the boy, causing the boy to grin. He immediately puts it in his backpack and whispers a thank-you to the heroes before excusing himself and running off to the group of children on the other side of the building. He was quiet with his steps as the two heroes watched him join his classmates.

It seems like he doesn’t say anything about them being there.

“You noticed it, right?"

“Now we know, we need to tell Mei that she has to cover our scents since that's how we were discovered.” Izuku obliviously attempts to change the subject, trying not to think about the possibility.

“Deku."

“Kacchan, she was found dead.”

So Bakugou doesn’t mention that your last name was on the boy’s notebook when he closed it to hand it back. They continued enjoying the exhibit, but Izuku kept glancing over at the kids whenever they were in the same room.

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cw: violence and serious injury. fem!reader is a pro hero with a vague quirk, but including the ability to fly. izuku and reader are newly married, reader is referred to as wife. a/n: a rewrite of something posted previously so if parts are familiar that's why.

Hundreds of feet in the air, away from the rubble and carnage of the active surface where a few dozens of civilians hurriedly evacuate, you hover over Tokyo, facing what you realize may be your last ever opponent.

By this time, your vision is starting to blur, and it’s a miracle that you can still focus on the gloating, hulking form in front of you. The humans below you are like ants in a loose file, thankfully making use of the valuable time you’ve allotted them to escape to safety by dragging your opponent into the skies. Something monstrous and yet something human enough to laugh does so in a raucous cackle as it takes in your already slackening body, still floating yet shakily so in the skies. You waver with every strong gust, the loose and torn bits of your Hero costume flapping in the wind; you’ve nearly run out of charge to your jet boots, and it won’t be long until you either take this fight to the ground or gravity overtakes you.

“Is it really worth it?” the villain asks in mockery. You tremble like a leaf, and you can’t think of a part of your body that doesn’t feel shattered. And yet the answer is yes. It always will be yes.

Today is a bad day. The Symbol of Peace, your Deku, is nowhere to be found. Overseas, in fact. Other Heroes have heard your call to action, you’re sure, but no one is coming to your immediate rescue as of now. It’s just you, alone, for the first time since UA, since ever.

You don’t muster up the courage to answer, instead clenching your fists, steeling yourself for one final bout against an enemy you cannot beat. There’s not much more you can do in the way of winning, except buy time for someone stronger than you to eliminate this threat and keep the premises safe.

Bile rises in your throat and you spit, then grin, widening your eyes fiercely. Perhaps it’s a mockery of some sort that the villain takes particular offense to. That may or may not have been your intention.

“I’ve had enough time wasted toying with you!” it snarls, and charges in your direction. It’s too fast to evade, and the first blow you manage to block is agonizing, weighing heavily on your tensed forearms. You grit your teeth as you feel the limbs strain to nearly breaking.

You are no stranger to fear nor are you unfamiliar to pain but you feel both right now, more than you’ve ever felt in your entire life - a type of terrifying agony that mixes together and amplifies, sinking deep into your broken bones, one that settles far into your psyche and weighs heavy on your chest.

Another blow is delivered, then another, until there is a barrage that breaks through your defenses. It occurs to you yet again that you’ll die here as a punch lands on your right cheek and clearly fractures your jaw, along with another right in the solar plexus that knocks the wind and any remaining vitality out of you.

A noble death, of course; in the line of duty. A Hero’s death.

A smile spreads on your lips. You are doing the best you can, and something in that should be comforting. The screams from down below are barely audible from the ringing in your ears and time seems to slow.

Things are starting to fade to black and the next few times you are struck barely register, passing the threshold of pain into numbness. Perhaps your Quirk has gone into effect, shutting down your nerves, so that you can no longer feel anything more than the plethora of emotions welling up in your fractured chest.

You’ve failed. You haven’t failed.

Perhaps your family will be proud of you. Your friends. Him, for risking your life as he would, if he were here, even if it meant he would lose it in the process.

You hurtle back to Earth like a meteor. Someone is calling your name.

Someone is calling your name.

—

Thousands of miles away, Izuku Midoriya picks up his phone to find more missed calls than he’s ever had in his life in the span of three hours. As he leaves his conference, he fumbles with his phone, scrolling faster and faster through every notification. Bakugou, your friends, his mother… but none of them are from you.

There’s a pit in his stomach as he realizes Bakugou is the only one brave enough to leave a text.

Call me ASAP. ___ is in the hospital.

“Your wife has a tendency to bite a little bit more than she can chew, but she’s alive.”

Izuku can hear the not yet uttered ��for now’ that Bakugou is holding back, and he’s somewhere between grateful and dreadfully angry. There’s an incessant tap in his foot that he can’t help himself enough to stop and he knows he is giving off tiny little sparks of OFA the longer he sits and waits for the gate to open to allow boarding. It’s a good thing there’s nothing nearby that can catch fire, and if it weren’t for the fact that his childhood friend is on the line calming him down the only way he can, he’d have a word to say to the attendant who is staring him down.

“You didn’t catch her,” Izuku says suddenly in a cool voice.

There’s a pause on the other end of the line, long enough to betray Katsuki’s guilt at being able to make it to the scene to subdue the enemy but not fast enough to intercept your crash towards the earth. That part of the fight was on video clear as day, captured by a civilian who immediately posted it on the internet, displaying your battered body for the world to see.

Izuku watched it five times in a row, clenching his phone tightly until a long crack formed along the screen and his stomach churned enough to vomit.

Katsuki mulls the words in his mouth before he replies.

“You’re right, I didn’t.”

Izuku decides to leave it at that. Anger won’t do him much good, and a part of him blames himself.

There’s another silence on the phone and Izuku can hear his pulse racing in his ears.

“I’m sorry.” Bakugou says, and Izuku realizes the situation is truly dire. He doesn’t want the apology, not from someone who rarely does so. He doesn’t say anything in response.

—

“It’ll only be a week,” Izuku says, smiling. You give him a pout, even though you’ve been over this already for the past three weeks.

“A week is a long time, Izuku,” you sigh, but you forgive him anyway, rubbing his back gently and interlacing the fingers of your other hand with his. The airport is busy, but less so than you expect for this time of day, the early afternoon on a weekend. You don’t want him to go, you think, but anyone can get through a week and even if you’ve just recently tied the knot, he doesn’t only belong to you.

“It’ll fly by,” he insists. “I’ll call you every morning, okay?”

You smile at him, your eyes nearly closing with the action. He smiles back, pulling your hand to his lips to kiss the back.

“Be safe,” you offer him as he moves past the waiting area, where you can no longer follow him.

“I will,” he promises. “You be safe too. I love you.”

—

“You can’t go from the airport straight to the hospital. Sleep first. Breathe. She’s not going anywhere.”

Bakugou’s voice is steady, the very opposite of what Izuku is feeling right now, having just touched down on Japanese soil and already calling right out of the gate.

“Which hospital?” Izuku repeats, completely disregarding his friend’s advice. Even breathing deeply doesn’t seem right somehow, right now - the air smells wrong to him, too salty and too dry, and the migraine that started on the plane 12 hours ago shows no sign of abating.

Bakugou sighs and answers the question. Izuku is stubborn to a fault, he knows that better than everyone, and he can clearly sympathize with him.

“Just don’t harass the staff when you get there. They’re doing the best they can.”

—

“Who did it?”

Izuku’s voice comes out low and the fatigue in it is evident. The random beeps and whistles of the machines in the intensive care unit have worn him down over time, especially in the last hour, not to mention the drip, drip, drip of the bag of intravenous fluids that hooks up to your wrist.

The man in front of him balks at the interruption, then clears his throat. It’s clear that Izuku does not want to hear the same recapitulation for the fifth time today, but unfortunately this is all he has to offer.

“Unfortunately sir, we have no idea who that-”

Izuku snorts derisively, an action that has the nurse freeze and the words die in his throat. His eyes are narrowed and he is clearly upset, but he remains perfectly still, save for rolling his aching broad shoulders back. He’s been sitting in this exact spot for too long, watching, waiting.

Hoping you will wake up.

“Who did it?” he repeats.

The nurse furrows his eyebrows and pulls his stethoscope off of his neck, playing with it in his hands. It’s a simple nervous gesture, but it drives Izuku slightly mad.

“The important thing is that-”

Izuku closes his eyes and lets out a quick sigh, then claps his hands onto his thighs loudly enough that it echoes throughout the room. When he reopens his eyes and focuses them at the useless individual in front of him, his tongue is sharper than the edge of a blade.

“I’m going to be quite honest with you right now. I don’t care about the chronology of what happened once she made it here anymore. You’ve given me every painstaking detail and I’ve sat here quietly and listened to it. Really, I appreciate all you have done to make sure that she stays alive. However, my wife is here with staples on one side of her head and hasn’t opened her eyes since I got here... I’ve wanted to hit something desperately for the past twelve hours and if you don’t start giving me useful information - as in something I can act on - in the next minute, it may regrettably be you. So start talking.”

The nurse’s face grows ashen.

“T-There’s no way for me to know that sir.”

There’s a pause in the air that nearly fills with the sound of the nurse’s heart beating out of his chest, and the beep, beep, beep of the overhead vitals monitor. Izuku smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“I’m aware now,” he says, finally. “So please leave and let us rest.”

The nurse doesn’t have to be told twice, knowing that Midoriya has given him an abundance of mercy by not taking out his anger on him. He scrambles out so fast he trips on the way out.

As soon as he leaves, Izuku acknowledges to himself that he was far too harsh, and the fact that, if you were awake, you would have given him an earful for being so unkind. He’s barely acting like himself. He is kind. He is a kind man.

Izuku lets out a sigh and runs his hands through his hair five or six times, a seventh for comfort. Your own head is partially shaved and wrapped in gauze, and while you were extubated before he made it across the country to this very hospital, there’s still a myriad of wires and tubes that sprout from your body like weeds in an untended garden. He’s been having trouble looking at you, not because you’re too beat up to gaze upon, but because your face is actually miraculously spared from swelling (or at least appears so due to the wiring of your jaw shut) and you look so peaceful in your slumber that you might as well be dead.

He wasn’t there to protect you. Constantly traveling these days, having been dispatched to other parts of the country where a second wave of insurgency against the Hero-favoring status quo had again resurfaced, and then most recently overseas, he regrets the fact that he couldn’t possibly be there for you. Yet, you always insisted and proved you could handle yourself well. You’d said repeatedly that despite being better on the field when you were together, you were still pretty damn good on your own.

And it was true, even if Izuku didn’t particularly like you going on missions separately initially at first. Even if you weren’t ranked as high as him, you were still ranked among many capable Heroes which meant you were at least competent.

But this time you truly had bitten off more than you could chew.

Deku steels himself to glance at you again and intertwines his fingers with your slightly cool ones. He flinches at first - the fearless Symbol of Peace actually flinches - but then grips them tightly, remembering that you’re still breathing. He watches the gentle rise and fall of your chest beneath the slight covers that the hospital provides you, and makes a mental note to bring your favorite blanket from home.

His phone buzzes in his pocket and he prays quietly that it’s not work related because he truly believes that this will push him over the edge, but it’s a text from Bakugou.

We made dinner for when they eventually kick you out. You can stay with us for tonight.

Izuku’s eyes start to burn.

His friend thinks of everything. Katsuki understands, having been in the same position with his own partner just months ago. It had been so easy for Izuku to open up his home then, and now his friend has the opportunity to return the favor. It’s bittersweet.

Izuku chokes down a sob.

Thanks, Kacchan.

He doesn’t want to leave but visiting hours will be over in a couple of hours, and he’ll be inevitably separated from you again.

He doesn’t know what he’ll do if he can no longer be by your side.

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kitthepurplepotato · 6 months

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Second season of My weird roommate, Midoriya Izuku!

Chapter 1 - Slow and Steady

Summary: … Maybe giving Y/N a tour around the agency right after getting together wasn’t the brightest idea. It’s still fun, though, but cuddling on the sofa would be better. (Izuku’s words, not mine.)

Y/N learns that Izuku is a big fan of PDA. Maybe it would have been a better idea to talk about their relationship before getting outed in front of the whole office in the first five minutes. Not like any of them cares, really.

Part 1 of the Agency Tour!

Warnings: Suggestive, swear words, tooth-rotting fluff

FIRST CHAPTER MASTER LIST

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Let’s go through the happenings of the last 24 hours together.

But before that…

Let’s close the door after ourselves.

Take a deep breath.

Now scream.

“Oh my fucking god, what’s happening right now?!”

Yes. Perfect.

Now you can grin like a lunatic for the next ten minutes while you get yourself together.

You and pro hero Deku… are a thing now. For real. Okay, you haven’t technically had the ‘girlfriend/boyfriend’ talk yet, but let’s be honest, none of you want less than that, that’s quite clear.

You are also extremely proud of yourself because finally, for once in your life, you actually took the matter into your own hands and sorted your problems out yourself instead of waiting for baby Jesus to do it for you. That’s character development, ladies and gents and everyone in between! And if that’s not enough to feel like the happiest nerd in the whole world, Izuku kissed you all night and now you are getting ready to see his agency, which was your biggest dream since Deku first showed up on the TV screen.

Actually, why the heck did you never ask him to show you around anyway?

Oh yeah, you had no balls until yesterday.

Well, technically, you still don’t have any, thank god because that would be a really messed up plot twist and this fanfiction would definitely loose 90% of its audience.

Okay, let’s calm down now and start getting ready before Izuku changes his mind about loving you after seeing how late you are for everything.

You sprint out of your bedroom after 10 minutes, panting; somehow, you managed to straighten your hair and do a light make up, which is probably thanks to the fact that you didn’t need to think about the clothes that much as Izuku let you wear the random hoodie you accidentally took out of his dresser a few minutes ago.

“Did you have a sparring session with Kacchan in that room?” Izuku looks at you fondly, tiny sparkles swimming in his beautiful, pine green eyes. Melissa is probably waiting in the car already.

“I’m way too excited.” You grin while you continue panting like a madman. Izuku snorts at that, urging you to come over; you run into his arms, embracing him tightly, tiny little butterflies fluttering their wings in your chest as he hides his face in the crook of your neck like he always does, but this time, it feels different; shiver goes down your spine as you feel his breath warming up your skin, there are goosebumps all over you as Izuku leaves a tiny kiss in the crook of your neck, mumbling vehemently about how happy he is to be able to do this now and it really takes you a lot of self-control to push the hero away gently for the sake of your own sanity.

“Are you ready to go, Sweets?” Izuku smiles and moves back into your personal space, leaving tiny kisses on your cheek while he giggles like a lovesick kid having a crush for the first time.

“Hmm… fuck yes.” You grin while you pull the hero out of the flat aggressively. As you move towards the elevator you turn around and start walking backwards, just so you can see his face, because you can’t even stand not to see him for 30 seconds.

“You’ll trip and fall.” Izuku giggles and runs towards you, pulling you up into his arms right away. He then manhandles you until you end up sitting on his shoulders. You try not to tell him how hot that was. The amount of power he has in his arms is absolutely insane and his arms aren’t even the strongest parts of his body as his main weapons are his legs. You are quite sure he could explode a watermelon with them without even flinching.

“I can break a watermelon with my thighs, yes. We tried it once when we were drunk in the forest. Iida told us we can’t use knives while we’re wasted so we had find a way to open it up.”

“How much did I say out loud?” You whimper with your eyes scrunched together. Honestly, why are you like this?

“Let’s just say I’m glad you don’t see the color of my face right now.” Izuku giggles as he steps into the elevator. When you get to his car he decides to play around for a bit; he throws you up in the air and catches you mid fall, then throws you up a few more times until you can’t help but scream, terrified. He carries you bridal style to the car and when he gets to the door he decides to flex a bit more by carrying you with one arm while he opens the door for you with his other hand.

“Was this really necessary?” You pant, still clinging to his shoulders on his left side.

“Well, you said you liked it and I love to please.” Midoriya says innocently.

Don’t say it.

Don’t…

“Honestly, you two!” Melissa giggles. “Let’s go! Also, if you don’t want everyone to know what you’ve been up to all night, I would probably tune the lovey-dovey stuff down a notch.” She winks and this time, Izuku almost drops you on the floor.

Needless to say, you are both red as a tomato as you make your way inside the car silently.

~•🥦•~

“Oh my fucking god.” You look up at the massive building in front of you. You knew that the agency is massive, but it’s honestly something else up this close. The building itself is white but on the two top corners there are three diagonal stripes in the colors of the two hero’s outfits; Katsuki’s side is orange, dark green and black, Izuku’s side is green, silver and red. In case you are still wondering which side of the agency belongs to who there are two beautiful, metallic plates with the logo of each hero on their side; the lucky people who managed to get a tour around the agency tend to use the logo as a backdrop for their Instagram photos but it’s mostly just fellow heroes who tend to use it as the agency is almost completely off the table for civilians.

“We obviously have a back entrance, but I wanted you to see the front as it’s really hard to see it from outside, thanks to the exclusive car park in front of it.” Izuku mumbles as he puts his hands on the small of your back. “May I take a picture with you in front of the sign?” Izuku says in the most flirty way possible. Damn, this guy will be the death of you.

It only takes a shy nod for him to push you towards the massive Deku logo with his phone in his hands; he gives a quick kiss on your forehead as his phone clicks and the picture is done and… well… the final result is absolutely fucking adorable. Your face is all red and shy and there is a tiny blush on Izuku’s face as well as he leans in. There is a tiny happy smile on his face and his eyes are sparkling with affection.

“If this picture gets out, you are fucked.” You giggle as you send the picture to yourself on his phone.

“Well, I’m quite sure I’m more than capable of protecting you if that ever happens.” Izuku mumbles with dark eyes. “Also, I’m not ashamed of you. I have no reason to be.”

You will never get used to the way Izuku smiles at you. You swear he’ll give you a heart attack one day. It’s also extremely hard not to kiss him when he looks at you like you are the best thing on this whole planet.

“Let’s go in before I attack you with my mouth in front of your whole agency.” You whisper under your nose with a red face. Izuku’s blush can’t get deeper at this point. He looks like a lobster and it’s adorable.

“Yeah, I would absolutely hate that.” Izuku mumbles back as he makes his way towards the entrance, clearly thinking the opposite of what he’s saying. Well, damn.

“Deku-san!” A young girl yells from the counter by the entrance but you are too busy to freak out about how absolutely badass the inside looks like; just like the outside, the inside has two different designs; behind the main counter, there is another massive logo, but this time, instead of having the two logos next to each other, it’s half Deku and half Bakugou in one single logo and it’s sick as fuck.

If that’s not enough, the massive hall is also two different colors; Dark orange walls on Dynamight’s side, with small explosions coming out of the main logo, then dark green walls on the other side with black whip coming out of the main logo, snaking around the wall like tentacles.

There are two booths in the two corners for interviews, a waiting area with massive sofas but this is as far as a person can go if they don’t work for the agency. There are two massive stairways on the left and the right side of the hall, and by the look of it, the door only opens with fingerprints.

“The glass door is actually bulletproof.” Izuku says proudly. The young girl makes a high pitched noise for some reason.

“Deku-san, please refrain from telling insider information until the lady signed the NDA.”

“I don’t think this counts as that, Kay.” Izuku smiles at her but you can see the annoyance on his pretty little face. “Also, she’s technically family for both Katsuki and me, does she really need to sign that?”

“Deku-san, I’m quite sure even your mother had to sign it.” The lady sighs.

“So what am I signing?” You look up at Izuku questioningly.

“A non-disclosure agreement. Basically, whatever I say and whatever you see here, you are not allowed to tell anyone. Not even your friends and family.” Izuku retorts with a frown on his face. Why is he so mad about this?

“Yeah, that’s fine. Don’t be so grumpy about it. It’s common sense, really.” You say softly while your hand caresses his arms soothingly. You can feel the tension leaving his body as he nods silently, a little bit ashamed of his own sassiness.

“Yeah, sorry. I just hate to do this to you.” He sighs but takes the paperwork from Kay’s hands and moves towards the sofas to sit down with you. You go through the paperwork quickly and sign it on the bottom and Izuku leads you towards the massive staircase after putting the paperwork on the counter for Kay.

Just as the glass door closes behind you and you are far away enough from the main hall to not be seen right away… Izuku decides to turn your whole world upside down by pulling you into one of the corners, your back meeting the wall with a loud thump. His hands rest on the wall, your head right between them.

You’ve never had a heart attack before but this is how you imagine it. This shit can’t be normal.

“I imagined this so many times and I hated myself every time for being so… cheeky.” Izuku mumbles, his face blushed but so-so utterly happy it breaks your heart and puts it back together, all at the same time.

“You wanted to assault someone on the staircase? That’s not too hero-like of you.” You snicker, playing dumb. Izuku’s smile fades.

“Was I too rough?” He mumbles as he tries to pull away, but you quickly change your positions; you use all your strength to push him into the wall the same way he did to you. Izuku yelps, but it sounds more like a whine to be honest and that does some things to your body. This man will be the death of you.

“Was I too rough?” You ask with your hands on his two sides; there is no way you can reach the wall next to his head when you are a size of a hobbit compared to him.

“Is it really dirty if I say that I enjoyed it?” Izuku mutters with a red face.

“Is it really dirty to say I enjoyed it too?” You giggle into his chest.

“This conversation ends here and now.” Izuku takes a few deep breaths, his fist curling into the fabric of your hoodie at the back.

“I thought you wanted to kiss me?” You smile into his shirt, full of confidence; you did this to him. You did this, and you barely had to do anything for it. Your life is a stupid fanfiction.

“I don’t think I can stop for the next two hours if I do, Sweets.” He pants. “I mean… well… you know what I mean. I think. I don’t really know what I’m talking about anymore. I really like your confidence?”

You can’t help but laugh out loudly at that. Izuku looks at you with question marks in his eyes.

“That’s a really chivalrous way to say you like to be manhandled, Izu. Also, noted.” You wink at the hero; Izuku literally gapes at you, mouth hanging dramatically as you move further and further, ready to run if it’s needed.

“You are such a shithead.” Izuku laughs while he shakes his head. If he’s trying to fake disappointment, he’s doing a really shitty job at that.

“Language.” You giggle as you both make your way up the remaining stairs.

Deku’s agency is bustling with energy; there is music coming from the speakers on the wall, staff members running around with paperwork while the heroes lounge on the sofas in one of the corners of the massive, open space. There is another radio in the middle of the coffee table that’s connected to the police radio. The whole team perks up when they see their boss smiling, sunshine coming out of his ass when he pulls you closer protectively as the staff members and fellow heroes come closer and closer to inspect the new person.

You have so many questions about this room but the words die in your throat from the sudden attention.

“Hi.” You mumble into the space, almost hiding behind Izuku like a shy 5 year old.

“This must be the famous Sweet Pea.” One of his assistant disturbs the awkward silence with a knowing smile on her face. Izuku’s hands clench on your back, like he’s surprised by the comment.

“How did you know?” Izuku mumbles shyly.

“Well, this might be awkward for you, especially in front of her, so please forgive me for my rudeness, but your eyes shine the same way they do when you talk about her. Actually, it’s even more obnoxious now, please stop. There are lonely, single people up here who would kill to have what you have.”

“Is it that obvious?” Izuku scratches the back of his head with a small blush on his pretty little face. You have no idea what they are talking about anymore.

“Yeah, hun.” The assistant answers with a tiny chuckle and she goes back to her task. The people around you start to scatter, leaving the two of you alone, finally. Everyone was really nice and friendly but this whole thing is so overwhelming already, it was getting a bit too much for your heart.

“Before you start with your questions, let me tell you the basics about this floor.” Izu straightens up, using his best tour guide voice. You can’t help but giggle. “This room is where all the paperwork happens, even though I’m quite sure you realized that already.” He giggles. “And that corner with the massive sofa and the police radio is for all the heroes who don’t want to spend their time alone in their offices. I came up with that idea after a really mentally exhausting fight. Sitting alone in my office with no background noise was absolutely terrible. Sometimes, the silence can trigger your own negative thoughts as there is nothing to focus on, just your own voice telling you about all your flaws and how you’ll never be good enough for this job.” Izuku barely whispers the last bit of the sentence. You reach out for his hand automatically and he takes it without a second thought. “After a while, everyone started to use this space to chat around until the police radio goes off with something interesting. Obviously, this radio isn’t our main source of information, we have a 24/7 team on standby further down the hall who get to sort through missions and delegate them and we also have an emergency line which is connected to the emergency speakers and it can be heard all over the agency, even in the bathrooms. Thankfully, we haven’t had to use that one for a while.” Deku gives you a sad smile, probably remembering the last time the emergency sound blasted through the office.

It’s almost impossible not to act on your desires; on the urge to stroke his cheeks soothingly until he becomes putty in your hands, until he hides his face in the crook of your neck and a massive sigh leaves his mouth, warming up your sensitive spot until it burns, knowing you don’t need to feel ashamed anymore for liking it so much. Somehow, Izuku senses what you are trying to say, feels the protectiveness and the want, senses the sudden change in the air as you stare at the man of your dreams; his eyes get dark for only a second before they melt into a fond look, soft and pliant. It’s hot, but not burning, stinging but somehow, still soothing. Someone coughs in the background; the rest of the office starts giggling; you feel left out of the joke and so is Izuku.

“What happened?” Izuku asks politely, touching his face to see if there’s something on his mouth or on his face that makes the whole room giggle. “Is it something on my face?”

“No, no! You are all good, boss!” A blue skinned office worker answers for the team with a polite smile. “I think it’s time to show your… friend your office maybe?”

More giggles erupt in the background and Izuku is still clueless.

Your face slowly becomes redder and redder as the awkward silence continues.

“I think what they’re trying to say is that it’s time for us to continue our tour. Yeah.” You giggle awkwardly, shoving the hero towards the corridor on the right side. “Oh, look! More rooms! Exciting!”

Okay, you are doing a really shitty job at pretending you two didn’t just stop in the middle of the main office to eye-fuck each other and made the whole office laugh with your shenanigans, but you are doing your best.

“That’s the toilet.” Izuku deadpans, his face scrunched into a confused, adorable look. He’s so precious, goddammit. “Let’s go this way, I want to show you the gym, then there’s the communication room, the CCTV room, the hero offices, the cafeteria…” Izuku mumbles while he pulls you towards the furthest end of the hallway, clearly in a hurry. The deeper you two go the less people you bump into; you try to stop abruptly but it doesn’t really go the way you wanted it to; instead of him jerking to a stop you almost slip as he still manages to pull you forward even with your feet strongly planted on the floor. Sometimes, you forget how strong your… roommate?… is.

“Why are you in such a hurry, Izu? Am I bothering you? Do you want me to get out as soon as I can?” You mumble with a sad face. “If this is not the right time, we can come back later or not do this at all, Izuku, it’s fine…”

No, it’s not really fine. You want to see everything, you want to spend as much time with the hero as you can, but if it’s too much for him…

“Sweet Pea, for the love of god, I just want to get to my office so I can finally kiss you before I explode.” Izuku pants, his face flushed, but somehow still neutral. Damn, that’s boss Izuku for you, ladies and gents. “I also want to get home and cuddle. Talk about… us. I want to yell from the top of my lungs and show you off like you’re the most valuable treasure I’ve ever put my hands on. These sentences do not connect to each other at all so I guess I’m rambling nonsense again. I also said too much. Fuck.”

… and now he swears. Blimey governor, this must be the end of the world.

“Izuku, I absolutely fucking love you.” You grin while tears pool in your eyes from the sudden wave of happiness. Honestly, words can’t describe this feeling, it’s so overwhelming but so good, there is a new kind of warmth in your chest you’ve never felt before, soft and fulfilling, like the world can crumble in front of your feet but even that wouldn’t be enough to ruin the giddiness in your heart. “And you know what the best part is?”

“What?” Izuku doesn’t even try to stay out of your personal space anymore, he’s right in front of you with his hands on your hips, one palm moving up and down your sides like he can’t get enough.

“That there’s no need to hurry.” You smile at him giddily. “Because we have all our lives to do all of that. I’m not going anywhere. So let’s enjoy this moment instead of running through all the good parts, yeah? Slow…” You push yourself up to leave a tiny peck on the hero’s lips. Fuck, you still can’t believe you can do that. “And steady.” You end the sentence with another kiss, deeper, but still chaste. Izuku looks at you like he’s seeing you for the first time, eyes glimmering in the fake lighting of the windowless hallway. It’s the least romantic place in the world, but somehow, this moment couldn’t be more perfect. Izuku leans his forehead on yours while he takes a few, staggered breaths; he tries his best not to grin, but he fails miserably.

“I’ll never let you go.” He mumbles confidently and you can’t help but smile.

“You don’t need to. Not anymore.”

It feels so good to say this out loud, finally.

“I love you. Let’s do this tour properly now. I want you to have the best time of your life here.” Izuku embraces you so tightly it kinda hurts and it’s hard to breathe, but it feels way too nice for you to comment on it.

Needless to say, kissing this man out of the blue yesterday was the best decision of your life.

“Let’s go then, Deku.” You mumble happily as you two fell into a steady rhythm by each other’s side, shamelessly holding hands in the empty corridor.

… Next Chapter!

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- Bloody hell, I thought I’ll never post again, dude! Life has been hectic, as you all know already. I’m still not sure how often I’ll be able to post but I’ll do my best!

- About all the suggestiveness in this chapter: I really hope I was able to show you how even the dirtiest conversations sound innocent from Deku’s mouth and there is a reason for that; he might have these cheeky thoughts but he’s actually a really sweet and calm lover, so if you are alarmed by all the suggestiveness, don’t worry. This is a sweet little story so even if thinks go further than a few kisses it will stay sweet. :D

- Yes, Deku’s agency is connected to Dynamight’s, there will be more info about that in the next chapter!

- I hope this long ass chapter was a good enough apology for you, guys! Have a lovely day 🥦

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To Make You Smile(Pro-Hero Deku X F!Reader)🥦💚

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PLEASE BE ADVISED⚠️‼️: ALL CHARACTERS IN MY STORIES ARE AGED UP TO THEIR MID 20'S EARLY 30'S!

Absolutely NO MINORS PLEASE! 🔞

Warnings will be listed below this

Warning‼️⚠️: PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO DEPRESSING THOUGHTS OR SU!C!DAL THOUGHTS

Reader is depressed, Reader had a horrible home life, Suic!de mentions!, Talk about death, Depressing thoughts, Su!c!dal thoughts, Attempted Su!c!de, Pet names ARE used(Bunny, Puppy, BabyGirl)

(Overall this is kinda self-indulgent but I thought I'd share it with y'all cause I'd love to help other people feel better if I can 😊)

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You've always loved the smell of rain.

It helped calm your nerves.

Kept you cool and collected.

And that was something you needed right now as you stood in front of the Number 1 Hero's Agency.

You couldn't remember the last time it had rained this much, nor could you remember the last time you had come to visit your savior.

It sure had been awhile, now that you thought about it.

Maybe he wouldn't remember you.

All heroes were nowadays, were just flashy, money hungry, and complete jerks.

The heroes in today's society, reminded you that there was no true balance between good and evil. You believed that both sides of the matter sucked as a whole, but that wasn't any of your business.

You were quirkless, therefore your opinion didn't matter to the rest of those who were fortunate enough to be born with a gift.

The only one amongst them that you didn't feel that way towards, was the man who had saved you from your disgusting parents.

If you could even call them that..

You shivered, beginning to feel dizzy as your mind raced with thoughts of the past.

Maybe it had been a mistake to come down here, what Pro would want a small gift basket from some random stranger they saved?

And.. You had been doing the same thing for a year. Maybe he thought it was creepy, but acted happy because he didn't want to hurt your feelings.

Maybe.. Just maybe.. You were just another one of his 'Fangirls' and as soon as you'd left, he'd just throw everything away.

You wouldn't blame him though.

There were a lot of crazy people out there that could try and slip something into his homemade goods, hell, there had been an incident not too long ago where one of his fans purposefully released a very potent aphrodisiac right in front of him, but luckily, one of his agents had a cure for him off to the side.

You sighed and held the nifty little gift basket closer to your body, taking a deep breath in.

"Hey there! It's always a pleasure seeing you here!" A bubbly voice called out.

Snapping yourself out of your nervous trance, you realized that it was his assistant, Uravity, with chocolate brown hair pulled up into a tight bun.

You smiled softly and greeted her, holding the gift basket out for her to grab.

This was a normal thing for the two of you.

You both always somehow bumped into each other, whether it was during your every day lives, or you were up at her desk, asking to deliver your gift basket to her boss.

She'd always been so kind to you, which you were fond of.

"Another basket I see, he's been waiting for you to stop by!" Her smile widened as she inspected the basket, looking through it to make sure nothing dangerous had been placed there.

For a moment you froze.

He'd been waiting for you?

No.. He was just being nice, either that or he just wanted to get it over with so he'd have less things to worry about..

"If he's busy I can just come back tomorrow.." You offered, taking a small step back.

"Oh no! You actually picked the perfect day to stop by! Today's a paperwork day for the boss so he shouldn't be too busy at the moment." She handed the gift basket back to you and motioned for you to follow her inside.

No matter how many times you'd entered his agency, you still found yourself gawking at how creative and decorative the inside was. Not to mention the amount of space.

There was even a room added not too long ago, that was dedicated to fans that may have been touring the agency, his merch plastering the glass like a bright flashing neon 'BUY ME' sign, which you thought was cute.

A small breathy laugh escaped your lips as you followed close behind his assistant, basket still hugged close to your body.

"He adores his fans, always happy to help them out when he can, he'll even come down from his office to surprise them every once in awhile, you should see how happy he gets when he makes them smile." Uravity sighed, shaking her head lightly, before turning to smile at you.

"He's a lot like AllMight in that sense.." You pointed out, glancing at the basket of goodies you'd made.

She nodded her head in agreement, before letting you inside the elevator.

As the elevator rose to the top of the agency, your heart began to beat rapidly in your chest, and you shuffled from side to side, curling a piece of your hair around your finger nervously.

You'd done this so many times before with no problem, so what was so different about this time?

"Don't look so tense Ms.L/N, there's nothing to worry about I promise." Uravity finally spoke up, noticing your uneasiness.

Oh how you wish you could do just that..

When the elevator doors opened, Uravity had been the first to step out, turning to look at you with her hand extended, as if offering to help you step out and get comfortable.

Although you appreciated the kind gesture, you felt embarrassed that you were acting more off than usual, so you politely declined and stepped out of the elevator hastily.

Arriving at the front door of his office, Uravity gently knocked on the door, before a rushed, 'Come in!' sounded from the opposite side.

She opened the door and stepped in quickly, whereas you stayed put. "Someone's here to see you, someone you've been waiting to see!" She exclaimed brightly, turning around to wave you forward.

Nervously stepping forward, you were now met with the desk of the Number 1 Hero, which was littered with papers and files that he was currently sorting through, his head in the palm of his hand as he muttered something incoherently.

"Sir?" Uravity quipped, taking a step forward.

When he didn't respond, she walked up to him and gently tapped him on the shoulder.

"Ms.L/N is here to see you." She whispered quietly.

He sat up so suddenly, you thought papers would go flying, emerald green irises glancing at you for a quick moment, before looking at his assistant, apologizing profusely for being so rude.

"You don't have to apologize to me, she's your visitor." She chuckled, turning to leave.

She patted your shoulder as she passed by you, before leaving the office and shutting the door behind her.

Now it was just the two of you.

Alone.

"I'm so so sorry Ms.L/N, I've been wrapped up in so much paperwork lately, I was so rude to you." The green haired hero mumbled, getting up from his desk.

You watched as he slowly walked out from behind the desk and propped himself up against the front of it instead, running a hand through his messy green locks tiredly.

"No need to apologize, if anything I should be the one apologizing, I mean I did just kind of show up without any warning." Your voice wavered a bit as you tried to keep the conversation light.

He simply shook his head no, finally meeting your gaze again with an apologetic smile on his face.

"You aren't intruding if that's what you're hinting at, trust me." A small laugh escaped his lips, one that turned you into a blushing mess.

When you didn't laugh with him, he cleared his throat and sighed, glancing at the basket you had completely forgotten was in your hands.

"What brings you here this time Ms.L/N? Anything I can help you with?" The question caught you off guard, and suddenly you were at a loss for words.

Your anxiety was kicking you harder than before.

Instead of saying anything, you pushed the gift basket out in front of you, your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to get ahold of your nerves.

"Y'know it's so sweet to have someone bring me stuff like this from time to time." You glanced up at him, to see a large closed smile on his face, his cheeks now tinted a light pink.

"I just.. I appreciate what you did for me back then, you helped me more than you'll ever know.."

You were acting so timid, like you hadn't done this a thousand times, and it was beginning to frustrate you. You usually always just gave him the basket, asked him how he was doing, and then left, but this visit was different and you couldn't figure out why.

"No need to thank me Ms.L/N, I'm just doing what I love to do, well.. It is my job but, it's not really just a job for me, it's my dream." He leaned forward and began to walk towards you, and each step he took was excruciating for your ears.

"Honestly I don't believe I deserve all the delicious baked goods you gift me every month, I'm sure you have things you'd rather be doing than making goodies for me." His voice was soft as he reached out and gently took the basket from your hands.

He couldn't of been anymore wrong.

You had nothing else to do.

All you did was work, eat, sleep, repeat.

Doing this for him brought you the most joy of what you deemed was a very sad, boring life.

The pit of anxiety in your stomach only grew when you heard the sound of a Ziploc Baggie being cracked open.

"Yes! I've been looking forward to having these again, you never fail to impress me with your peanut butter cookies Ms.L/N." He grabbed one of your homemade cookies and took a bite out of it, eyes fluttering shut as he chewed happily.

"Really? I thought you'd appreciate the pepper jelly more, one of your agents gave me a few tips on things they knew you liked and made it a point to make sure I knew pepper jelly was something you couldn't live without." You scratched the back of your head nervously, shuffling from side to side as you watched his eyes flit over to meet yours quickly, a light blush on his face.

Zipping up the baggie, he let out a nervous chuckle. "Oh goodness... I do have a bit of an obsession when it comes to that stuff.. I can't help it though." He paused and dug into the basket, retrieving three of the canned pepper jellies you'd wrapped in a beautiful emerald green ribbon. "Sorry if this sounds weird, but your pepper jelly tops any of the others I've had, and I've had a LOT of it. I guess people are right by saying homemade stuff is always the best."

He thinks yours is the best?

No, he's just trying to be nice...

"Oh please, you're just saying that to be nice." You quipped, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

The comment made him step back a bit, you guessed he wasn't used to you talking like that.

"I can assure you, if I say something, I mean it, I would never lie, especially not to you."

Now he was just staring at you, with kindness in his eyes, and it was beginning to make you dizzy. You really wished your nerves would calm down so you could sit there and talk to him properly, but it seemed they had other plans in store.

Quickly, you changed the conversation, hoping to stray away from his overbearing compliments.

"How have you been lately Mr.Deku sir? You look like you've been pretty busy."

He frowned slightly, before setting the cans of pepper jelly down on his desk, looking away from you for a moment. "Things have been pretty hectic for the past couple of weeks, nothing out of the ordinary though in all honesty, I haven't been able to catch up on sleep this week. Kaa-chan's been keeping me busy with workouts in the early mornings, and my shifts don't usually end until midnight if I'm lucky.. But other than that I'd say I'm doing pretty well."

He seemed exhausted, even when you'd first walked in and saw him, you could tell he hadn't gotten sleep for weeks, and you wished you could take his place so he could finally get some rest, but..

What use would a quirkless hero be?

"What about you Ms.L/N?" Your head snapped forward at the question, he didn't normally ask about how you were doing, he'd usually be too busy to even chat with you for this long..

This visit was definitely unusual..

"I-I beg your pardon?" You stuttered, slightly shocked.

A small laugh left his lips, before he smiled fondly at you.

That smile..

It created butterflies in your stomach..

But at the same time..

You wished he wouldn't smile at you like that.

You didn't deserve such kindness.

"I asked you how you've been lately Ms.L/N."

The truth was, you hadn't been in the best of moods.

Your boss was a dick.

Your rent was most likely going to be late because you had missed a few days of work for being sick.

And to top it all off..

Your ex boyfriend was currently bothering you and harassing you.

But you weren't about to tell him this.

"I've been okay, just busy like you I guess."

He looked like he wanted to say something, but before he could even speak, the phone in his office began to ring violently, grabbing his attention.

A small noise of complaint escaped his lips, turning around to reach over his desk and grab the phone, speaking gently into the speaker.

Although it was a private call, you could hear someone yelling and cursing at him on the other side.

How rude...

The look of annoyance on his face told you that this was someone close to him that did it often, so he was used to it, but you couldn't help but feel bad for him still.

You decided it was time to leave, so you slowly made your way towards the door, passing by his desk as you did so.

A hand suddenly grabbed your wrist, catching you by surprise as you had realized it was him. He was still on the phone with whoever was yelling at him, trying to get the other person to calm down, but to no avail, you continued to hear things much clearer now, something along the lines of, 'God damn nerd!', and, 'Yeah, we all know just how BRILLIANT that plan was!'

Now you could get a better clue as to who it was that he was talking to.

The Number 2 Pro Hero, Dynamite.

"Listen Kaachan, I've gotta go, I have someone in my office that I was in the middle of talking to before you so rudely interrupted, I'll call you back at a later time alright?" He tried to end the conversation quickly, but the man on the other hand just wasn't having it.

Deku seemed more than annoyed to try and be polite about it at this point, as he had just simply placed the phone back in its spot, ending the call with the man on the other end still yelling at him.

"He's gonna be pissed that I did that, but it doesn't matter right now, you came to visit me, it would be rude to not give you my full attention." He smiled, letting go of your wrist gently. "I do apologize for grabbing your wrist like that, I couldn't say anything to get your attention, so I saw the opportunity and took it.. I didn't hurt you did I?" Now his eyebrows were furrowed as he inspected your wrist carefully, to which you lightly removed it from his grasp.

"You didn't hurt me, I'm perfectly alright, you just surprised me is all, I didn't want to be a burden on you, I know you're very busy so I didn't want to get in the way." You admitted, taking a step back.

"No no, you aren't burdening me at all! In fact I wanted to talk to you about something! That's why I didn't want you to leave just yet.." He hurried around to the front of his desk again, standing before you with a piece of paper in his hands.

Without a word, he handed it to you, with an unreadable expression adorning his face.

"What's this?" You mused, taking it from him.

"Just a little something for you to have in case you need anything, anything at all. Please don't hesitate to call or text that number whenever you need something or someone." His eyes scanned yours for any sign of uneasiness, like he was desperate to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

Opening the piece of paper, it revealed his personal phone number, with a small message beside it that read,

'This is my personal phone number, I know I'm not supposed to give this out to just anyone, but I trust you enough to allow you access to it, please don't hesitate to call or text me. If you need someone to talk to, I'm only one call or text away.'

You were frozen, staring at the piece of paper with disbelief written all over your face.

Did he really just give you his personal phone number?

Why would he even give it to you? It's not like the two of you had bonded over him saving you, so why was he giving it to you?

"I wish I could talk to you more.. I really do, but if I don't get this paperwork all sorted out by the end of my shift, I'll have a lot of angry people waiting for me in the morning.." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

You could tell he felt really guilty about ending the conversation, you could also tell that he sounded pretty genuine about actually wanting to continue the conversation with you if he could, both of which you weren't expecting, but it was nice all the same.

"Alright, I'll be heading home then Deku, take care of yourself please." You bowed and turned to leave for the second time.

"Ms.L/N!"

You peeked over your shoulder quietly, pondering what he could possibly want now.

"Please be safe on the way home, text me when you arrive so I know you made it back safely please.. It would help me feel a lot better.."

"Alright I will, goodnight Deku."

And just like that, you were gone, now waiting for the elevator to take you back down to level ground.

After exiting the elevator, you decided to make a small pit stop at the merch store, purchasing a few nifty things before finally leaving his agency, and for the first time today, you finally felt at ease.

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A few months had passed since he'd given you his personal cell number, but not once did you dare text or call him.

You had moments where you needed someone to talk to if you'd had a bad day at work and needed to vent about it, but every time you'd gone to pick up your phone to text him, you instantly put it back down.

'He's busy, he has more important things to do than sit here and listen to me complain about some stupid job.' You'd thought to yourself.

He only wanted you to call if you REALLY needed someone to talk to, or if you were in trouble.

I guess now was one of those times..

You'd just been fired from your job as a waitress at a bar downtown, your boss didn't give you a reason as to why, he'd just told you that he didn't need you anymore, but you knew better than anyone, that even with you working there, the place would be short-staffed as hell and you'd all be bustling about until the early hours of the morning.

In the back of your mind, you knew the exact reason why he'd fired you.

He'd always made it a point to bring up the fact that quirkless folks were completely useless and had nothing going for them.

Saying that they were an empty shell of what human society used to be, and that the only thing they were good for, was getting in people's way and causing trouble.

You'd even overheard him say he wished the quirkless would just stop existing because then the world would be a much better place without them.

That was something you took to heart, but never had the courage to say anything about it...

On top of being fired, you were struggling to find a job, you'd spent nights filling out applications for different jobs, and hadn't heard back from anyone yet.

At this point you were even willing to work two or three jobs, anything to keep up with your rent that was due in a couple of weeks, but every time you'd went to check..

Nothing.

Your ex wasn't helping with your situation either. He was still constantly trying to call or text you from different numbers, and you'd found out recently that he knew where you now resided, so now you were scared to fall asleep. It's not like you could even defend yourself against him if you tried, he had an elasticity quirk, and all you had was a metal baseball bat.

You were beginning to believe your boss had been right about people like you.

All you managed to do was get in everyone's way. Even thinking back to your last visit with Deku, you felt like all you did was take up his time. Time that he could've been spending on completing his paperwork in silence, or out saving people.

You felt bad about everything and just wished you weren't such a burden for these people.

Hell, you were too scared to call the police or hero agencies about your ex, because you knew there were people out there that were more important than you.

You didn't want to take away from others, you wanted to help. But every time you tried, it seemed like you were doing the complete opposite.

Even your parents knew that about you...

Your heart rate increased as memories of your parents came flooding into your head.

'You'll never make it.'

'You're a disappointment.'

'How did we give birth to such a worthless child?!'

'You're a nobody and that's all you'll ever be, NEVER forget that.'

And the last words you heard your mother tell you as the police dragged her away.

Deku had been right by your side to hear her say it.

'I wish you'd never been born, you useless ungrateful brat!'

Before you knew it, you began to panic, gripping your legs and pulling them close to your chest, hugging them tightly in the corner of your bedroom.

You hadn't had a panic attack like this for awhile, you couldn't remember the last time you'd curled up in a ball, alone, hyperventilating and crying, trying so hard to repress the memories you hated more than anything.

What good were you to this society?

You held nothing of value, nothing of importance, you couldn't even pay rent on time, let alone keep a job.

There was nothing in this world that you were good for, everyone that had been in your life so far had told you this many times.

They were right.

Suddenly, you calmed, face going slack as you pulled your phone from your pocket.

The one person that didn't look at you the way others did.. Didn't talk to you the way others did..

No.

He's just like everyone else, and they're right.

"Maybe if I just die, I'll help make the world better."

You pressed on your conversation with Deku, the last time you'd had a conversation was when you'd told him you made it home safely.

You: It's a nice night tonight.

Deku: I agree! The moon is so beautiful when there aren't clouds hiding it away!

Deku: Hey.. It's been awhile since we talked are you okay?

You: I'm going out for a walk. I just wanted to let you know that I am very grateful for everything you've done for me, I'm glad you enjoyed the stuff I made for you, I didn't know how else to return the favor, but I'm glad that it sufficed. Hopefully someone new will come along and make you goodies.. I hope they make the best pepper jelly you've ever had in your life.

Deku: What do you mean? Your pepper jelly is the best! No one else can make it like you can I swear!

Deku: Wait.. Ms.L/N..?

Deku: What do you mean by you hope someone new will make me goodies..?

You: Please, just call me Y/N, no need for formalities, I don't deserve it. I hope you lead a very happy and fulfilling life Deku, your heart is in the right place and I know you'll accomplish great things later down the road. Goodbye, maybe we'll meet each other in the next life.

You turned your phone off, grabbing your jacket from the closet, and your headphones from your desk, before leaving your apartment, the cool night air kissing your body tenderly.

A couple of notifications went off on your phone, you already knew who it was and you weren't going to sit there and explain anything to him, he didn't deserve that.

You flipped the hood of your jacket up over your head to cover your face and walked around aimlessly, your destination already in mind.

There was a bridge not too far from the city, you decided that would be your last stop.

Your phone began to go off again, this time, ringing loudly, gathering the attention of others around you.

You don't know why you did it.. Maybe it was because you were having second thoughts, or maybe it was because you wanted to hear his voice one last time, but you accepted the call, no emotion on your face whatsoever as you heard panting from the other end.

"Y/N where are you." It was more of a demand than a question.

"Why does it matter to you?" You replied, your voice devoid of any emotion.

You heard the Number 2 Hero in the background yelling at Deku to 'Get his ass back here before I drag you back!', but when it began to fade away, you knew Deku had completely ignored him.

"Please tell me where you are. Please. I'm begging you. Please just tell me where you are, I'm coming to look for you, we need to sit down and talk about what's going on." There was panic in his voice, and you could've sworn you could hear a quiet broken sob as he talked.

"Don't bother looking for me, by the time you find me I'll be floating with the current." You covered your mouth, realizing you'd probably said too much.

But there were many bridges around this part of town, he would be too late. There's no way he could guess the right one on the first try.

"Don't you DARE." His tone went from sad and worried, to angry right away.

"There's nothing you can do to change my mind. Once my mind is set on doing something, there's no turning back, I'm sorry, please stop looking for me Deku." You pleaded, taking the phone away from your face.

A slew of curses and 'HOLD ON's sounded before you finally hung up, turning off all of your notifications.

Your heart ached after you'd realized what you'd done. It's not like you were dating him or anything.. So why did it hurt you so bad to deny him your location so he could protect you?

Your body felt weightless as you continued to walk towards your destination, no one paid any mind to you as they weaved in and out of your way, making you realize just how alone you were.

Why did you fail?

Why weren't you able to prove anyone wrong?

Why weren't you able to prove even yourself wrong?

You came to the conclusion that there was just something wrong with you, that maybe, just maybe, if you had been born with a quirk, things would be different.

Maybe your parents would've actually wanted you.

Maybe you'd have friends..

You'd be happy..

You'd find love..

Settle down..

Tears began to prick your eyes as the thought of having a family of your own plagued your mind.

You wished that things were different.

You wished that you were different.

But all in all, you couldn't change anything, no matter how sweet and kind you were to others, they would always see you as the quirkless loser that only gets in the way of their success.

Was that how Deku felt about you?

That was another thing that was bothering you. That one visit was different from the rest for you and you couldn't figure out why.

You began to experience weird emotions after that weird visit. Every time you thought about him, you became a blushing mess, every time you pictured his smile, heard his laugh, butterflies would dance a merry tune in your stomach. Not to mention, the visits after that one.. You'd grown so timid and shy around him, him looking at you just made you freeze up.

All of it was just so.. Exhausting..

Frustrating and exhausting..

Finally, your legs had managed to carry you to your destination, and you stared blankly over the railing, into the deep dark pool down below.

This was it. Your last stop.

You cleared the missed calls and messages from Deku off your phone, before going to your music playlist, leaning against the railing as you picked out a song you'd always loved and cherished since you'd first heard it as a kid.

Turning around slowly, you climbed atop the thick concrete railing, your arms out so you could balance yourself.

You stared at the deep dark pool below you, before looking up at the starry night sky, the moonlight cascading over the treetops.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in.

"Y/N!!!!!!"

And released, leaving your eyes closed.

"Y/N!!!!!!!!!!"

Your eyes shot open, the tears still silently falling from them as you turned your head towards whoever had been calling your name.

Messy green hair, scared emerald irises, a look of terror on his face.

How did he know?

How did he get here so fast...?

You removed your headphones from your head, resting them atop your shoulders, so you could better hear him.

"Y/N PLEASE! GET DOWN!" He screamed, taking a step forward in the process.

His eyes were wide with fear as he witnessed what you were about to do.

"And why should I?! I don't belong in this world! I never have!" You shouted back painfully.

His gaze softened slightly as he took another step towards you, holding a hand out to you even though he was nowhere near.

"Don't say that Y/N, you belong here! You really do! Please step down!"

Another step forward.

"You're LYING! My parents even told me I should've never been brought into this world! I'm just a quirkless nobody that only gets in peoples way and becomes a burden for everyone, NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY!" More tears fell from your eyes as you hugged your body, shaking slightly as you felt another panic attack begin to creep up on you.

He took two more steps forward, his hand still desperately reaching for you as you hugged your body shamefully.

"What did I tell you in my office two months ago Y/N?! I told you if I say something I MEAN it, I could not nor will I EVER lie to you!" Now that he had stepped into the streetlights, you could see the tears running down his face, the puffiness and redness of his eyes making you close your eyes again.

You were too embarrassed to look at him.

"You're not a quirkless nobody! You don't get in everyone's way! You're important to people I promise you are!" He cried desperately, moving closer towards you.

"Oh yeah?! Who?! I don't have any friends, my own parents didn't even love me, my boss fired me because he believes, and I quote, 'Quirkless people should just disappear off the face of the planet'! There's no one! I have no one!"

"God dammit Y/N! You're important to ME!"

Your eyes shot open.

It was as if time had frozen in place.

A small, 'W-what..?' escaped your lips.

"You're important to me.. Every time you bring me one of your baskets, it makes me happy, I love seeing the hard work and dedication you always put into the things you make me, just seeing you once a month makes me so unbelievably happy, I can't help but want to see you more often.. I love talking to you, I love hearing your voice, I love the fact that you go out of your way to do these small things for me when you know you don't have to.. Everything about you just makes me so overwhelmingly happy, that you're a constant topic when I talk to other people.. I can't get you out of my head no matter how hard I try, there's always this little voice that's begging me to just see you again.."

He'd finally reached you, and you hadn't realized.. You were too busy watching his eyes as he spoke about you.

"I've never once seen you smile, I've never heard you laugh, and it hurts me that you've been hurting for so long with no one by your side. I wish I'd come into your life sooner, you don't know how much I wish I could've.. But I'm here now Y/N, I'm right here.. I'm so sorry it took me so long, but I'm here."

His arms were open wide as he stared at you with pleading eyes, bottom lip trembling slightly.

"So please.. Get down.. For me..? Please, I want to make you laugh and smile for me.. I want to make you happy, I just want you here with me.. You've filled a void in my life that I'd ignored until two months ago.. So please, stay here, with me.."

That feeling again.. The butterflies dancing in your stomach, except with more fervor this time.. The warm feeling in your body ten times worse than usual..

Now you'd finally figured it out.

You let your body fall forward into his arms as you tugged his hero suit tightly.

His arms wrapped around your body tightly, muttering 'It's okay's and 'I'm here's into your hair.

An ugly bawl fell from your lips, muffled by his costume, but he held onto you still, never letting go.

You spewed and sputtered apologies over and over again, but he hushed you gently and rubbed light circles on your back.

"I'm so sorry Y/N." Now it was his turn to cry, but he managed to keep it together for the most part.

"I should've been there for you.. You were so alone and I wasn't there for you.. God.. I'm so sorry.. If I could go back in time, I'd of made damn sure I stayed by your side.."

He stopped rubbing circles on your back and gently pulled you away from his chest, lifting your chin up to meet his gaze.

You were embarrassed. You probably looked like an ugly mess, tear stained cheeks, messy hair, puffy eyes that you could hardly keep open.. And yet, he looked at you so fondly, with so much love and compassion, and for a moment, it felt as if it were just the two of you on that bridge.

"Can I kiss you?" His eyes searched yours for an answer as he held you gently.

Nodding your head weakly, you allowed him to tilt your chin up just a little more so he could lean down and give you the softest, most gentle kiss you'd ever had.

His lips tasted like spearmint, and it was intoxicating to you. Your eyes stayed closed as he finally separated his lips from yours, only to come in and kiss them softly again and again.

The last kiss, however, was compassionate and loving, a kiss that told you, he loved you, without the words being said.

Your eyelids grew heavier with sleep, now that the adrenaline in your body had now vanished. It was hard to keep your eyes open, so you mumbled a quiet, 'Sssso sleepy Deku." Before pressing yourself against his chest again.

A light chuckle reverberated through his chest as he put his arm against your legs and hoisted you up gently, now carrying you like his damsel in distress.

"I know.. It's okay, I've got you.. Oh, I never actually told you my real name... I guess it kinda just slipped my mind.. Call me Izuku from now on alright? We don't need to use formalities anymore."

A small smile made its way to your face, something you hadn't done for a long time, and then you remembered, he'd never seen you do it.

You managed to open your eyes just a little to see his reaction, and boy were you glad you did.

His eyes were wide and full of love and adoration, his bottom lip quivering slightly, as if he were about to cry again. "You're smiling..." He whispered, before he broke out a big smile.

"You're so beautiful when you smile.. I wanna see you do it more often.." His eyes finally returned to normal, but his smile never faded.

"I hope I can continue to make you smile.."

#anime #deku x y/n #bnha deku #pro hero izuku #pro hero deku #pro hero deku x reader #bnha x reader #izuku x reader #izuku fluff #izuku midoria x reader #comfort

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izukuisbaby · 2 years

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usodhdkdh I DONT REMEMBER THEM TIME TO MAKE NEW ONES :3

so i’ll give you three options, choose whichever one is easiest okay?

you notice izuku is stressed and you take him out on a date + give him flowers (i think his reaction would be cute)

you sing for izuku for the first time or or or YOU GUYS DUET SOMETHING :0

you watch a horror movie with izuku and then y’all hear some noise and you both are petrified in your seats because i think he’d be super scared in horror movies too

flora i love your blog so much! i just wanna give you a few compliments dont mind me:

- thank you for being so kind and nice to me for no reason!

- THANK YOU FOR JUST INTERACTING WITH ME it makes my day and i love seeing you on my dash

- your writing <3 it’s so funny and sweet at the same time i’m always smiling while reading it

again congrats on 2k <3 take care of yourself

⊹˚.🦇 WATCHING A HORROR MOVIE - BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

🦇. flora's notes : so as i told u in dms, i couldn't write a fic without being shit so i made headcanons instead i hope that's okay 😭. and thank you so so much for your sweet compliments, OF COURSE I INTERACT W U, MY FAVORITE THING ON HERE IS TO TALK WITH PEOPLE, and you're just so so adorable how could i not ? 💓

🦇. exciting news : this is the beginning of my halloween themed posts 🤭 of course i will still post regular posts but if u have autumn/halloween themed requests PLEASE SEND

🦇. female, male and gn reader friendly 💓

m.list | comment or reblog if you enjoyed !

⊹˚.🦇 IZUKU MIDORIYA

🦇. he NEVER watched horror movies before you, he kept a safe distance between him and the horror section of netflix

🦇. you actually suggested the idea on your first Halloween together

🦇. he didn't want to upset you, so he agreed BUT HE WAS FREAKING OUT on the inside

🦇. he wanted to be like those couples you see on social media, where he was the strong guy holding his scared lover and reassuring them

🦇. and so that's how he seated, your back against his chest and his arms around you

🦇. but he couldn't help but jump when a sound was particularly loud or when a monster came on the screen

🦇. and his hold on you got tighter, like MUCH tighter

🦇. "are you scared izu ?", "no I'm just uh-uh surprised that's all... yes I'm scared" he admits, looking away from your gaze

🦇. "it's okay izu, that's what horror movies are for, don't be ashamed !" you kiss his cheek and hold his hand to reassure him

🦇. he asks so many questions too cuz he has no knowledge on the paranormal lore😭

🦇. "wait how can they get the demon out of the body ? how did it even get in ? i so don't want that to happen to me it looks so scary. y/n what is that symbol ? does it work in real life ?"

⊹˚.🦇 KATSUKI BAKUGO

🦇. huge horror movie fan and will never say no to one

🦇. talks too much

🦇. "ugh that was so predictable", "i knew this was gonna happen, about 20 movies have the same scenario tsk"

🦇. HE'S LIKE THE "I BELIEVE WHAT I SEE" GUY

🦇. he doesn't believe in paranormal stuff so he's just so chill during the movie

🦇. sleeps peacefully after while you're lurking everywhere if Samara from the ring didn't just come out of your TV

🦇. he wakes up and tries to keep you from moving by putting a strong arm around you, "why the fuck are you moving so much dumbass ?"

🦇. "the uh- the movie it-", "tsk, shut up and come here. nothing's gonna hurt you on my watch" he says, pulling you closer

🦇. if you let him choose the movie, he will make some snacks

🦇. he will never admit it, because it's katsubabe but he loves making snacks for you to enjoy while he cuddles with you on the couch

⊹˚.🦇 SHOTO TODOROKI

🦇. he kind of always wanted to do those clichés stuff couples do and watching movies with his s/o was on his bucket list

🦇. and he was the one asking you, in perfect shoto style-

🦇. "y/n, I have a list of everything I want to do with you and I want to watch a horror movie tonight" very straightforward but in a cute way AND AT LEAST Y'ALL DON'T HAVE COMMUNICATION ISSUES

🦇. of course you said yes cuz he's just adorable

🦇. STIFF AS A STICK

🦇. he never says no to watching movies with you, he LOVES feeling like he protects you by having his arms around you

🦇. he never reacts to the jumpscares or the monsters but he really enjoys watching horror movies

🦇. now he has subscribed to so many paranormal/true crimes youtube channels and has articles on them on his phone too

🦇. watches the Netflix releases and puts the one he wants to watch with you in the watchlist

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platrom · 4 months

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Question what does she mean about Izuku remembering her? The only conclusion I can think of is that he wasn’t there when she was recovering but it was the best that he wasn’t. Izuku is truly selfish because he was given so MANY CHANCES TO be with her but fuck it all up.

STORY REFERENCED: PART 1/PART 2

Good question! I was waiting for someone to ask, because I didn’t outwardly foreshadow this part as much as others.

In One Last Time (OLT), we see the reader is always reminiscing in each scene about Midoriya. She’s always reminding herself of Izuku and the good in him. In One Last Chance (OLC), we see the reader also remembering Izuku, but this time in both a positive and negative light.

The only true memories we see Midoriya holds about the reader are for his own gain: it’s either for him to be the hero in her story, for him to not feel guilty about her suffering, or for him to feel loved as a result of letting her love him.

Midoriya doesn’t remember the reader for who she is— he remembers her for who he wants her to be for him in his story, his life.

And in her own way, the reader recognizes this. However, a major characteristic of hers is the need to seek the direct answers after being fooled by her own thoughts for so long.

Had this been the reader in OLT, she would have been petrified to ask such a crushing question for her. If Midoriya had answered in the way he did in OLC to the reader in the state she was in during OLT, she would have spiraled. But by recovering, growing, accepting, and prioritizing herself, she gains the security she needs to get the answer she needs to truly solidify her divergence from Midoriya.

Yes, she did love him. Yes, he was there for her and he was her childhood. He was her past, and at last, she was ready to walk away from it.

But all she desired to know to truly believe this was the best option was to see if the person of her past only saw her as her past, or who she was in the present and past.

That question served as the confirmation she needed that it was time for her to finish this chapter of her life and continue on with her story.

#x reader #bnha x reader #deku x reader #midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #pro hero deku x reader

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zuzu-the-villain · 1 year

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♡.ೃ࿐ FORMAT: one-shot / requested

♡.ೃ࿐ PAIRING: ProHero!Deku x Reader

SUMMARY: Noticing some of the most problematic criminals finally in sight in the open, you unconsciously decided to confront them without even knowing what one of them was up to. Now finding yourself in a completely different portal of the world with Izuku who subsequently jumped into the same hole with you, encountering a secret past that you haven't heard a word about from your beloved.

♡.ೃ࿐ WORD COUNT- 2.5k+

A/N- Honestly, I'm not entirely satisfied with how hurriedly I wrote all this, but let's call it progress🧍🧺🍊 In any case, thank you anon for this kind of request, it's my first req ever and it was already pretty challenging, I hope it's alright ♡

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The fog triumphantly prevailed on all sides, suffocated all the air that was itself the source of life and left you alone in such a dusty hell. Not a single criminal, not even a citizen was in your sight anymore. The eyes closed little by little, orienting themselves within the sounds that echoed from all corners of your ears, but never knowing where the 'mouth of the river' of it all was.

All you could feel were the bushy shadows that blended into each other, fooling your mind that no longer even functioned at your will.

Such effects were very recognizable to you from before, but now that you found yourself in such a tense environment all on your own, not even that huge heroic feature won't get you out of the foggy situation you've gotten yourself into.

And what was worst of all, your legs gave up on you a long time ago, the whole function of your body sawed you off, snuggling against the cold floor.

"It's over, little hero. You've disturbed a lot of our peace, and the best option I'm giving you right now," a dark villain stepped out of the mist into your view, roughly grabbing your chin to make you look straight at him as he speaks.

"..is to stay quiet and still until it all ends."

You couldn't even see how pitiful it was of you to wail like this on the floor doing absolutely nothing, simply taking fate into your own hands.

The grinning shadow landed towards you, and you who were ready to accept the next blow while closing your eyes in terror, you have come to the point that you have been waiting for that blow for a long time now, but no way to come at you. Instead, there was a gut-wrenching screech that you were absolutely sure wasn't yours, but from the villain who was fit to finish you off on the spot.

And there before your very own eyes, stood Izuku. Terminating them both from getting to you, flipping them aside with all his strenth without even moving an inch from your motionless body.

"Izuku—"

"What did I tell you about running away like that?“

"But- I caught one of them..! They broke my handset and just-„

"And I did, but this one doesn't seem to give up."

They had already seen Izuku dusting other criminals on TV and it didn't seem like a good sign to them. They weren't entirely sure about his abilities, but they certainly knew that there was no messing around with this guy.

"Stay back, I don't want you to get hur—rnghh!" Successfully blocking the menacing force that was now in front of him, his attention went in sharp corners like a sword and a shield at the same time. Giving them strong strikes, and also defending the entire area where you were lying helplessly on the cold hard ground.

You were out of reach, and that was good. His eyes flashed in flames, determined to finish this pointless game with the serpentine whips that were almost impossible to avoid,

especially for those criminals who had no idea what awaits them when they decide to face a hero who always has victory at his feet.

But any way you turn it, the hero's weak point in general was always something that could easily be managed as one of the plans, and that was the only thing they could get away with. Sacrifice.

"I don't like you, hero. So to make it easier for us, we'll just get rid of that little fellow over there!"

Could they possibly mean..

„Huh.“

In the blink of an eye, you felt a texture like living mud under your feet, as if you were no longer standing on level ground. And indeed, when your head went towards the floor, you couldn't even see it anymore, sinking into a black hole that caused immobility in the stuck part of your body.

In a panic, you tried to hold on to something but it was futile, the hole sucking up everything above it was quickly out of reach, leaving only you still barely visible on the surface.

"Crap! Am I gonna die?!“

"Hold on, I-I've got you!" came the shout from Izuku who left the villains on the run, throwing himself in front of you to grab your still-unsinkable arm.

"Izuku, move away! If you stay with me you will be sucked in too!"

"Just hang in there, dammit! Hold on tight!"

"So, what now?"

A dead silence took over the thinned space between the two of you, meeting a familiar street that you believed you had even passed many times, but without any attention.

„Don't act like it's not your fault! If you hadn't followed them when I told you to stay with me, none of this would have happened.“

"You're right, none of that would have happened but," you looked down, grabbing his hands in yours.

"What if someone else got hurt? Who would be to blame then?"

Now there, you've got a point.

Izuku decided to give in, as he always did. He knew how much you liked to be helpful and if you hadn't been there, who knows, maybe someone would have really gotten hurt. After all, you're a pro just like him.

It didn't even take him long to wrap his arms around your loose body when he realized the effects were still on you.

„You alright honey? Does it hurt?“

„Don't worry too much, it will just take a little while for the numbness in my legs to go away, but I'm fine.“

"His quirk- I got written it all down, but, but I'm afraid the notebook fell out of my pocket when I jumped into the hole. It could also be that right now it's in that void between the portals.." You could notice that his curious eyebrows descended like a gloomy puppy, cupping both of his cheeks into your hands while you intended to kiss every little dot that was right there on his skin.

"Stop being so gloomy about that notebook of yours. The important thing is that it didn't end that bad. I mean, we just, found ourselves in a completely different time but that, .. it could have been worse than that, I suppose..?“ You shrugged.

"Out of sight.“

„What?“ you stared puzzledly at the unfamiliar words he mumbled just now, did he just told you to—

„That villain's quirk, it's called 'Out of sight.'“

Oh.

„It's by the hole that suffered and brought us here. Similar to Warp-Gate, when I think a little better. It's black, there is a little purple color over the edges and the suction strength is strong to fight. I wonder if even the entire wardrobe could sink in the portal, I mean, why not?— but what if the weight of another body does not depend at all, or if self-"

"Love, don't forget to breathe." You smiled at his monologue, looking around once more.

Behind your small figurines was a huge building that was supposed to be a school, most likely middle school with the fact that you saw younger children outside, must be in their teens.

And then you thought.

"That's where you went to school too, let me guess?"

„Ahhh…“

You didn't even notice a thick drop of sweat pouring down his forehead while swallowing that lump in throat, only earning a nervous chuckle from him.

"Yeah..! That's my former school, but! Let'smoveon—"

„Uhm, o-kay? Why are you pulling my hand like that, though?“

„Pullingyourhandlikewhat?“

At such a terrible speed you couldn't catch his words at all but just him laughing it off, it worried you a little.

„You seem to have predicted a bomb falling from the sky, haven't you?“ you tried to laugh at your own joke, but something was telling you to stop, preventing you from stretching your lips into a smile.

"We uh- we have a lo-lot to find out, you know! What year it is..time of day..are there uhm, well uh— any famous people hereee..whatthehell is going on around us..." he now began to list completely meaningless things that entered his mind so pointlessly, passing in a flash a small alley that barely emerged in that darkness, but something caught your eye.

You suddenly went into reverse dragging a nervous Izuku behind you.

"Woah, hey! Where-"

"I don't know what came over you, but whatever it is there, I'll find out for myself!"

Completely ignoring his panicked gestures behind you, you clung to the wall like gum, listening while also accompanying what was going on.

"Who do you think you are, huh? Trying to be somebody and something, and you know what? Save that for later, maybe after you're done crying like the little whiner that you are!"

Not far in front of you were two younger boys, certainly from that school based on their uniforms, arguing.

"You think your dreams are worth fulfilling so easily? Do you really think, you poor thing, that you can be worth anything in this world? With what, that non-existent quirk of yours?“

Hearing such harsh words that crushed the soul more than any stone, even though you just sneaked up behind the wall and listened, your ears were already enough of a witness thinking with all the windings of your brain for a reason:

„why you should not kill the living god in that child right now?“ And the moment you took two angry steps forward, Izuku pulled you to himself, not knowing when it would be time to drag you back to him once more, but this time you had enough of his games.

"Izuku, move. I want to teach that Mr. toughy a lesson." you leaned forward hoping to magically fly out of his grasp but it was useless.

"No, just wait..!“

"Seriously? Are you even in your right mind right now?— listen, that child is in trouble and you, I don't know what you're doing-"

"No, stop, listen to me. I want you to take a good look and just follow their words. It will click, I know it will."

You looked submissively into the distance, noticing very clear faces with the sharpness of your eyes, not even remembering if you had ever known them, but everything seemed to be in its place in your brain. One was blonde with spiked ends, acting silly like Bakugo in general when he charges at Izuku with all his might, and the other literally looked like your Zuzu. That untamed hair that was springing out in all directions with the voice with a very high, yet cracking tone must have been giving you some signs.

"Once again, if I hear that you are interfering in heroic matters, and especially when it comes to UA high school, you'd better be gone. Don't forget who you are, Deku."

The last word played around in your head for a while. You turned to Izuku, then to them, putting the puzzles together in your brain until it finally clicked.

Right. It did click.

"So, you do realize this is the past, right?“

„Why didn't you tell me right away?“

"You'd just start arguing." He gave you a small kiss on the forehead, taking your hand.

„Now that I know, and now that you know, we can go somewhere else! C'mon!"

"Yeah, totally.“

You moved away from the wall, no longer caring so much if one of them noticed you spying on them, because it was no longer in your plan to hide, listen, observe. You've had enough of hesitation, you still wanted to explain some very major things to someone.

But, of course, there will always be someone that will take you two steps back once again, none other than Izuku.

"Wha—„

„What are you doing!? We can't let them see us!"

"And why is that?"

„What if he somehow recognizes you and then what? You're gonna tell him you're from the future?

"Izuku don't be silly, he didn't even know I existed back then, where could he most likely see me anyway? In the butcher shop?"

"Hey, anything is possible..! He knew how to go to the butcher's shop a couple of times when his mother—„

"Izuku, I was joking. But really, like you have any idea where I go on what day. Hey you!" It was already too late for Izuku to pull you back, you were already out in the open.

Now firing himself in the forehead he decided to give in, following you like a baby.

"What the-WhOah!"

You grabbed young Katsuki by the uniform that was wrapped up to his neck and hung him on the wall like a brand new picture, throwing yourself in his face as if you were assigned the role of a mobster, although you were surprisingly good at it.

"What do you think you're doing, Mr. toughy one? You think you're better than anyone in this world, right? Why don't you go home and think about some things and only then go whip someone like that in the streets when there's not a living soul in sight!"

You barked at the top of your lungs at him as your husband tried to pull you off him with all his manly strength that was all along useless against your rages. He could have dragged you with an excavator right now, and you still wouldn't have gotten off the tousled blonde. Not to mention the younger Izuku who was standing there like a statue of liberty between the three of you, fearfully debating in his head whether he had pissed or shit himself.

„No! He doesn't deserve my mercy, let me—ngh—at him! Let me!“

„Don't be a savage! Calm down, understand me!“

No one in this environment knew how many times Izuku had apologized for your barbarian-like behavior, but somewhere deep in his heart he was very glad that you were defending his weaker side, the weaker self that then, and even now, he couldn't defend.

But of course, he couldn't just let you knock all the baby teeth out of the young Katsuki's mouth, even though the thought of it was too ridiculous not to laugh at.

Just imagine, the fearless king explosion murder, without any teeth. Seriously.

"And what are you laughing at?!"

"Nothing, nothing, just calm down, love."

"L-Lo-Looove!?" The younger Izuku shuddered in astonishment, catching him in the act of falling unconscious.

„So, you want to tell me that you are Deku, that little ant, but from the future?“ Leaning against the wall with his arms hugged to his chest, he watched Izuku and his similar figure still lying unconscious on your knees, quite suspiciously comparing in silence.

"Yeah, I don't believe you..."

"I mean-! Who would, right? I know you—"

"This is his twelfth notebook in a row, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry?"

You heard me, is this his twelfth notebook in a row?“ Katsuki repeated the question with an irritated expression on his face, trying to convince himself of something that was almost impossible. But the story with such a forum that played the biggest role made the most sense, could it really be true what they are saying ?, he thought.

"I guess...not? Uh, I probably had another notebook back then, writing down a lot about the professional heroes I saw out there whenever something happened, keeping track of their martial skills and stamina too, but I guess not. Oh, and if I'm not mistaken, you're holding your All might card in your pocket right now.“

„What? How do you-“

„We already told you. We really are from the future, as crazy as that sounds in your head. And the one over there, 'Deku', is also me in front of you. We share secrets..“ He jealously moved his head away the second he glanced at you, watching you glorify every little thing, every breath young Deku takes and lets out, every little movement he makes in your arms.

"You're not bored in life, are you, younger me?" he whispered to himself.

"If you're really not lying…S-Swear on All Might!"

"Hey! We're not going to swear on All Might now, it's serious!"

“Then you're not a real twerp!”

"But! You can't just—"

"Wonderful! Now you've woken him up!" you fumed silently at them, hugging to yourself the green haired 'baby' even tighter now, who looked like he was going to fall into that unconsciousness once again, very soon.

But as soon as you started to scratch his neck from behind, your eyes blossomed as his greenish ones sank into the depths. You simply loved learning a lot about your past sweetheart, and you didn't complain about a single thing.

The silence lasted for a while, but not for the eternity.

„I just want to know one thing,"

„That's alright."

"Will I ever..be what I've.. always dreamed of?"

The question seemed unreal, but as unreal as it was, Izuku just flashed a smile as he stared at his old friend, ready to say something as if it were the whole secret of the world, but as soon as he opened his mouth, you found yourself suddenly entangled in the conversation.

"Hey, Mr. toughy, you want an answer, don't you?"

All attention was curiously on you, especially Katuski's, which grew more and more with time in his playful lungs.

„Promise me something, and the future is all yours…“

The prolonged silence was now erupted by a noise that was like a stick on drums, here and there, all around your head. Squinting with eyes that were sensitive to the brightness shining on you right now, you took some time to recover. Trying to remember at least something that would be clear.

Why were you in a hospital bed? You don't see any cuts or serious wounds on yourself. What happened?

"Ah, you're awake! And it's about time," smiled the old woman, standing calmly by the door, in her hands a small notebook and a pen that produced clicking sounds with the pressure of her finger.

You peeked out the window and saw that it must be daylight, also recording with your eyes the wedding ring that was safely placed on the table next to the hospital bed. The ring was safe, which made you very relaxed in this really confusing, yet so worrying moment.

Of course, the ring.

"Where is Izuku?"

"How could I have known that you would ask that first," smirking again, the woman took small steps to your bed. Now she was examining you as if you were covered in wounds, writing down that PhD stuff as usual.

"Oh sweetie, don't you worry now! He'll be back soon.“ But soon the lady saw thise stunning eyes of yours now in complete alarm, so she decided to make this aura brighter with some good information.

„However, I remember him saying he was going to visit Tartarus for a very short time."

"Why there..?"

"Ah, only the good heavens know what's he doing there. Want some water, sweetie? I couldn't offer you anything while you were unconscious, you know. Here, I'll bring you water and you just relax, so you can get more circulation back. I'll be quick!“

And with that, the lady slowly ran out into the hallway, hearing her heavy clogs clattering on the parquet floor in the distance. Really, nothing she said was ringing in your head, except for Izuku and Tartarus. Why do you remember absolutely nothing? Maybe you hit your head too hard, maybe...

"You will promise me something.."

"You won't touch Izuku anymore, because your futures aren't that different from now on.."

Maybe....

Maybe t—

"Here I am back!- With the water, of course! Take a sip, just be careful not to spill it on yourself, hihi."

„Oh. Right.“

Meanwhile, in Tartarus-

" If something generally got stuck in that vacuum of yours, you could bring it back, right? It's about uhm, important- very important documents uh, in the form of a.. notebook..yeahh.."

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Sweet Like Summer Candy

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Midoriya Izuku x Reader

(Pro Hero Deku x Reader)

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: Reader curses, aged up characters

Reader is written with a female in mind (but i hardly use pronouns to describe the reader and they are referred to as partner instead of girlfriend)

Summary:

You visited your grandparents in Japan for 3 summers when you were younger, becoming close friends with the quirkless boy next door. Unfortunately you lost touch during middle school. Not to worry though, you’re here in Japan to stay and ready to rekindle your friendship, or something more. And you’re in for a little surprise when you realize what he does for a living.

Or reader has no idea that Izuku is the no 1 pro hero

Link to ao3 here

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Chapter 4: Sugared Like Bitter Cherries

It was a beautiful place to talk about whatever it was wanted to tell you. You secretly hoped that this would be the backdrop of the beginning of a beautiful love story, but you doubted it. In your brief rekindled friendship you had never known him to dance around a subject, in fact he usually told you too much. Something was wrong, and you didn’t know what. The park was beautiful, a lush green. He was waiting for you next to a park bench, he was bouncing between sitting in it, and pacing back and forth in front of it looking sheepish. Your heart ached. As you approached him he perked up. He was, unlike the previous times you had met him outside, wearing a surprising lack of camouflage. He had a hoodie pulled snug over his hair as he smiled to you softly.

“Uh Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” is all you can muster in return. You can’t help but notice how beautiful he looked in the sunlight. For a moment movement catches your attention behind him, drawing your attention away from his face.

Even if he had only called you out here to reject you, even if you would remain nothing but friends, you cared about him a lot. More than you thought was possible. So when you saw a villian, hurtling at your quirkless friend from behind, you did what anyone in your position would do. You shoved him, hard. You concentrate, one hand heavier with the usage of your quirk. It didn’t have a fancy hero name, but density manipulation was the best descriptor you could think of. It allows you to manipulate the density of yourself and objects around you. It was what afforded you your high paying government job. They trained you extensively, to make up for the lost time you spent in your youth not training as a hero. Once they were done with you, you were the perfect reconnaissance weapon. No physical attack would stop you, no lock could prevent your entry, and you could definitely pack a high powered punch. Had you played your cards differently in your youth, you may have even become a hero.

That title never sat right in your mouth, it left a bitter aftertaste akin to the cherries you’d steal from your neighbors tree. After two or three you had grimly realized they were cherries for baking, bitter, meant to be sweetened with copious amounts of sugar. Being a hero didn’t suit your tastes, especially not in America where everything powerful seemed to corrupt. You were happy to do your years of service in the shadows, take your paycheck, and leave. It was this background however that made you confident, maybe too confident, with your prowess. After all this was a villain, and you were just a civilian. In the moment your safety didn’t matter. What mattered was Izuku- Izuku who offered to walk you home to keep you safe. Izuku who so desperately wanted to be a hero. Izuku who cried protecting you during your first summer in Japan. Even now, even when he was so close to breaking your heart, you’d only ever wanted to pay him back for his kindness to the strange kid who couldn’t even speak Japanese.

All your focus was trained on making your hand as heavy as possible, swinging it toward the villain flying toward you. You knock him up into the air, trying to avoid hitting anyone else if possible. You can faintly hear the crowd murmur and the shuttering of cameras. The villain is prepared to attack again, but you focus on increasing his density. His movements become sluggish under the weight of his own limbs plummeting to the ground faster than before. When he lands with a loud groan and the cracking of concrete you shift your attention to the cement he landed on. You decrease its density, allowing him to sink down as if it was water, then you release. He starts cussing at you, effectively trapped into the cement.

Finally you turn to look at Izuku who is staring at you wide eyed. You glance around quickly for heroes or police officers who may get you into trouble. Seeing none in the immediate area you grab Izuku’s hand intending to book it away from the crowd. He doesn’t budge, staring at you shocked. You growl a little in frustration. Concentrating again you focus your quirk on him, making him as dense as air, except for his hand which you use to drag him, floating in the air, away from the crowd as fast as you can.

The sinking feeling in your stomach doesn’t dissipate as you flee the scene. You knew that if you were to remain friends, you’d eventually have to tell him your quirk. However this was most certainly not how you wanted it to go. In the past you tried to avoid the topic altogether. You wonder if he was furious with you, for having such a powerful quirk and doing nothing with it. For having everything he wanted as a child, and never telling him. For living an ordinary life, writing stories and worrying about your love life. Would he think you wasted your potential, like your friends had told you, like you saw in the eyes of your father when you told him your plans. An accomplished military commander, he was the only reason you agreed to work for the government to pay off student loans. You tried it, tried the whole saving people thing, the whole capitalize on your powerful quirk shtick. It wasn’t you. Sure it came useful in situations like this, but you weren’t the hero type. When you have made it into a crowded area, you release your concentration on Izuku and he drops to the ground.

“We should keep going, I’m not technically licensed in Japan to use my quirk like that,” you say to him frantically, his hand still firmly grasped in your own.

“Your quirk- how did you do that?” He pulls you backward. You turn to face him, he was looking at you as if the world had just opened beneath his feet.

“I worked for the government a couple of years after college. It’s a long story, but they trained me to do, well, that.” You rub one palm against your leg, wiping away the sweat. You try to smile at him, though it doesn’t meet your eyes.

“I didn’t know, you never mentioned what it was. I just figured you had a sorta normal quirk, like growing flowers from your palm or the ability to bounce something really high.” Contrary to what you thought, Izuku seemed really excited about your quirk. In hindsight maybe you shouldn’t have been so worried about showing him, he was a huge quirk nerd after all.

“I don’t really like showing it off,” you tell him. I don’t like showing it off because it reminds me of you. It reminds me of how unfair life is. He seems to consider this nodding a little. Then his green eyes light up, he fishes a notebook out from a large inner jacket pocket. You feel your heart drop.

“Izuku, I don’t really have time to answer all your questions- I just smacked a villian-“

“What exactly is your quirk? It was some form of liquidation when you trapped him in the cement, but that’s not quite true. You made me some type of gas, I felt so light it was incredible. Is it a form of density manipulation? And if so, for how long? It looked like concentration, but is there a limit to how long you can hold it-“ he starts rambling listing his theories. You turn red, he really was dissecting you unabashedly. All your weaknesses and strengths partnered with this quirk found out so easily by his candy colored eyes. As you start to tune out his ramblings you can’t help your gaze from running up and down his body, from his broad shoulders to the narrowing of his hips, down to his bright red sneakers. You scold yourself focusing back on the task at hand.

“I’d be happy to show you everything I can do, but this isn’t exactly the perfect place,” you attempt to cut his ramblings off. When he doesn’t stop you place a hand over his mouth. You feel his lips smile against your palm. His large hand encircles your wrist keeping your hand in place. He mumbles something against your palm, sparks flying in your stomach.

“What?” You ask, tugging your hand back. He relents sending you an innocent smile.

“How could I possibly wait? You’ve been hiding something extraordinary from me this entire time! This solves everything,” he tells you. What exactly did your quirk solve, you didn’t know.

“You’re a dork. A villain tries to kill you, and the only thing you can think about is my quirk?” You look at him exasperated. He really was a hero nerd.

“That’s the villain who’s been targeting hero’s. You might’ve not recognized him, but that means he wasn’t targeting me, he was targeting-“ Izuku pauses mid-explanation, his eyes going wide. “The villain! I have to go, I’ll see you later-“ he leans forward pressing a quick kiss to the side of your cheek. Your heart skips a beat, as you feel yourself crumble. When you turn to look at where he had run off too the street was empty. You press a hand to your cheek, still feeling the heat from where he had kissed you. Maybe you were wrong, maybe he wasn’t avoiding you. Maybe you weren’t imagining the sparks flying between you two, the invisible tension.

But where had he gone? Eventually when your heart rate has calmed down to a reasonable speed, you begin your walk home. Maybe Izuku was headed back to the crime scene to see if he could see any heros to take notes on. Maybe he left you behind because you had been running away. Besides, if what he said was true, that villain had done the very same thing you had when you first arrived in Japan, mistook Izuku for that hero- Deck ‘Em or something like that. You were glad he could be apprehended, you shuddered thinking what would have happened if Izuku had been alone.

You were currently sitting in your favorite coffee shop, staring at a blank document before you. You were currently trying to work on your novel, but your mind kept running a blank. You had hardly slept the night before, your thoughts consumed with the grin of a man who didn’t know the effect he had on your heart. You would’ve ordered a latte, to wake you out of your dreaming state, but they had always made you kind of jittery, and you didn’t want to die of cardiac arrest, not before he kissed you for real anyway. You daze off into the alternative, a milk tea with vanilla syrup, when your favorite barista slams a newspaper onto the table in front of you.

“You’re on the cover of the newspaper.” She tells you pointedly.

“Oh yeah, a villian tried to attack my friend,” you nod absentmindedly. “He actually kissed me Oso! Well, kissed me on my cheek, but that has to mean something. Here I was thinking he was going to tell me off for developing this ridiculously huge crush on him, and reject me. But then he kissed my cheek and ran off!” You ramble on, staring into space. Hopefully Oso would have some more award winning advice, because you were lost on what to do next. To your surprise she completely ignores you.

“Yeah, put a pin in that for a second. When were you gonna tell me that you knew Deku?” You hear the sass in her tone. Deku, Deku, where had you heard that name before?

“Deku?” You ask, now turning to look her in the eyes. She’s looking at you as if you’ve grown a second head.

“No 1 pro hero Deku?” She clarifies, as if you were an idiot. You remember now, he’s the hero the villain mistook Izuku for.

“Oh no, you misunderstand. I know Izuku looks like that hero, which is why the villain attacked him in the first place. But Izuku is quirkless, he’s not a hero,” You tell her. “So about my predicament. Almost kiss, good sign or bad sign?” You take a sip of the tea, swirling the warm liquid around your mouth, savoring the taste before swallowing.

“It depends. How into hero’s are you?” She says. You must’ve heard that incorrectly. She must’ve been asking how into hero’s Izuku was, considering you saved him from a villian. Was she worried that he’d develop self confidence issues since you had a quirk and he didn’t? Since you were the one to save him after all the fussing he does about walking you home at night?

“Well, Izuku is a really big fan of heros. But my save wasn’t all romantic. I didn’t sweep him off his feet, I shoved him over. And he kissed me after all that, not before. Though, he did run away-“

“Honey, I’m not talking about that,” Oso cuts you off. “I’m asking if you like heros, because your boyfriend is one.”

“Oso, I’m telling you I know they look similar, but Izuku isn’t Deku. He’s quirkless, I knew him as a kid, he was bullied all the time for it.” You weren’t sure why Oso wasn’t believing you. Sure it would be cool if you knew a pro hero, and sure it would be nice for the scrawny kid you knew to have fulfilled his dream, but Deku had a quirk, Izuku did not.

“Hun, you are either the densest woman alive or an absolute idiot. He’s not quirkless.” She taps on the newspaper aggressively. You finally spare the offending article a glance. A majority of the page was a printed photograph, the moment of impact between your fist and the villian. It was a well crafted shot. You glance to the side, toward Izuku covered in green lightning. You feel your stomach plummet, as you process the new information.

“That’s photoshop, there’s no way. He’s quirkless, I know he’s quirkless-“ you look up at your friend's face scanning for reassurance. There’s no way. There’s no way. Something like this wouldn’t have been overlooked or hidden. He would’ve known. He would’ve told you. He would’ve shown signs as a kid. You look to Osono in fear, suddenly things begin clicking in place. You scramble to open your search engine, typing in Deku classmates. An image of the people you’d met during his movie popping up. Your eyes briefly glance over a tuft of spiky blonde hair, hair you recognized as the assholes. You go back to the search engine, typing in Deku without his mask. Images of your friend fill the screen. There was no doubt, those were his eyes, that was his smile. How had you not noticed it before?

“(Y/N), are you okay? You seriously didn’t know?” Oso had dropped all judgment in her tone. She was looking at you with concern and worry. How did you not know? No wonder he was always so busy, always leaving you with work emergencies. A deep pit of unease settles into your stomach and you search your friends' gaze. That night, when you asked him what was wrong, he told you he was thinking about the hero’s partner who had died. He wasn’t avoiding your question, he was worried, he was worried that you’d become a target. You were an idiot. You bolt out of your chair, throwing all your things in your backpack as quickly as you can. You lift the mug to your mouth chugging as much liquid as you can before placing it back onto the table.

“I have to go,” You tell Oso before bolting out of the coffee shop. You run through the streets to Izuku’s apartment. You don’t even bother knocking, lowering your density and phasing through the door. You look around searching everywhere for him when he’s not here you curse. You pull out your phone, searching for his agency. You dump your bag and laptop on his couch taking back into the street to find him. After several blocks of running, and a block of walking to catch your breath you arrive at his agency.

“Hello, can I help you with something?” The receptionist greets you with a smile.

“Yeah, I need to see Izuku. Deku! uh Deku.” You correct yourself, wringing your hands together and smiling at them. You were still rather out of breath, and frantic.

“Do you have an appointment?” They ask you, clacking away on their keyboard.

“Uh… no?”

“Well unfortunately you won’t be able to see him without an appointment.” They tell you, clearly somewhat annoyed. You didn’t blame them, you were sure that in their eyes you looked like some crazy fan. It was unfortunate that they wouldn’t let you in to see him, but walls had never stopped you before and you were going to see him now. It didn’t matter how crazy you looked to everyone else. You needed to know. How was he a hero? When had he gotten a quirk?

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” The receptionist asks, huffing a little at the end. You glance toward the elevators, she follows your gazing stiffening slightly.

“No, I don’t need help.” You send them a small apologetic smile before dashing toward the elevators. The guards who had been eyeing you jump into action, running to stop you. You feel your quirk begin to activate, feeling yourself become lighter than usual, their hands completely sliding through you. You fly through the closed elevator doors pushing the button for the top floor. Did you know if he was on the top floor, no, but it was as good of a guess as any. You’re not too surprised that when the door opens to the top floor, there’s several heroes and hero sidekicks waiting to apprehend you. This was a problem, but one that could be easily addressed once you found Izuku.

“Ma’am just calm down, we don’t want to hurt you.” Someone calls out to you.

“I’m Izuku’s friend I just need to talk to him for a second,” you try your best to appease them. Did you want to fight a room full of hero’s? No. Would you if that’s what it took? Maybe. The group looks at you unimpressed. You shift foot to foot, trying to figure out the best way to slip past them.

“Let’s go back down to the lobby and we can get it all sorted out.” One of the hero’s you didn’t recognize steps toward you, with his palms up. You look out across the room, just spotting a mop of curly green hair disappear into an office space. He was here after all.

“Okay, I’ll go down to the lobby with you. I’m not trying to cause a commotion.” You smile at the hero, and everyone in the room seems to visibly relax a bit. The hero enters the elevator with you, hitting the close door button.

“You must be a really big fan, to attempt to break in.” He tells you, pressing the button to the ground floor. “I’m glad you’re seeing reason though, I’d hate to arrest a young girl for something as silly as getting an autograph.” The elevator whirs to life, a small chime letting you know it was about to start its descent.

“I’m not a Deku fan.” You tell the hero, who just looks at you with puzzlement. “And I’m sorry about this, but it’s really important.” As the elevator starts its descent you lighten your own density, allowing the ceiling to pass completely through you as you float in the empty elevator shaft. You hear the muffled yell of the hero. You take a deep breath, walking through the air, and through the elevator door. You stick as close to the walls as you can, phasing through desks and plants as you make your way towards Izuku. You phase through the door, hearing shouting and commotion outside. Izuku is sitting at his desk, dressed up in full hero gear. He looks up at you in surprise.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here? How did you get-“ He stops himself, taking notice of the loud commotion outside. A look of dawning realization crosses his features.

“You’re a hero.” Is all you manage to say. He tilts his head, looking at you with those big innocent eyes. He opens his mouth to say something, but before he can someone is bursting through the office door.

“Deku, a crazy fan has snuck into the agency looking for you, they have some sort of permeability quirk.” He then looks at you and jolts.

“I told you I’m his friend, I’m not a Deku fan.” You roll your eyes, at the man, who looks between you and your friend.

“You’re not?” Izuku and the stranger speak at the same time. You look between the two of them flabbergasted.

“No! Well, not no, but not yes, I’m confused!” You groan, rubbing your hands on your face. Izuku stands from his desk, placing a protective hand on your shoulder.

“Weathering, this is (Y/N), she’s a close friend of mine. Now, I don’t know how she managed to outmatch a building full of heroes, but I do intend to find out at our next meeting,” Izuku is smiling at the man, but for some reason it sends chills down your spine. Who knew he could be so intimidating. “Tell everyone to calm down, she’s welcome here anytime.” He dismisses the man with a wave, and the sidekick scrambles to the door face pale. You felt bad for causing such a scene, but you were playing something with higher stakes.

“You’re a hero,” you say again, looking up at him this time. Izuku grabs your hand tugging you gently toward his forgotten office chair, smiling at you.

“Yes?” He pulls you down into his lap, wrapping his arms around you. Butterflies erupt in your stomach as you squirm in his hold.

“Why didn’t you tell me!” You manage to say frustrated and embarrassed.

“Tell you what?” He asks, looking at you with confusion etched in his brow. You growl in exasperation.

“That you were a hero!” As you spill those words Izuku tenses beneath you. Then he’s searching your face, trying to figure you out.

“You didn’t know?” He asks, dumbfounded.

“How would I have known,” you fire back. He looks at you as if you’ve told him you don’t believe in the moon.

“I’m on billboards, and the news? I told you I went to UA, you met all my classmates. I don’t know how you didn’t know.” Izuku is looking at you with guilt plastered all over his face. “I wasn’t trying to hide it from you, I really thought you knew, I'm not a secret.” His hands cup your face, his eyes searching through your own. You stare back at him, lips quivering, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“You, you’re-“ you stumble through your words, the adrenaline that was keeping you going dying down. The pit that had formed in your stomach eating you alive. “You’re quirkless Izuku! You were quirkless, and you were bullied and you cried all the time. Now somehow after all this time, you’re not, and you never even told me!” Izuku wipes away your tears with the pads of his thumbs. You can’t meet his gaze through the salty pools blurring your vision.

“(Y/N) I-“ You break, cutting him off.

“How was I supposed to know! Sure I thought it was odd that you looked like that hero, and you even had the same name. But he had a quirk and you didn’t! Now I look like an idiot. You’re friends must think I’m stupid for fighting with Bakugo, and I look like a complete fool on the news! What kind of idiot tries to save the number one hero! And I must look like a fool to you too,” your bury your face in his chest, not caring if you got tears all over his costume. You couldn’t stand his gaze burning into you any longer. He stills beneath you, before tracing up and down your back with his free hand.

“I’m sorry for not telling you. I honestly forgot that we lost touch before I received my quirk. I honestly expected more questions about being a hero, but you never asked. I understand why now.” He laughs and you can feel the rumbling in his chest beneath you. Your tears die down a little, and you sniffle in response. That only causes him to laugh again. Being this close to him was frying your brain.

“You’re really mean, ya know?” You grumble into his chest. He hums beneath you, the hand stroking your back moving up the fiddle with your hair at the base of your neck. A pleasant shiver wracks itself down your spine.

“How am I mean?” He asks, a smile laced in his tone. You flush bright red, realizing the position you were in.

“You’re playing with my emotions,” You huff, sitting up and trying to pull away from his grasp. He doesn't let you go so easily, one hand wrapping around the low of you back keeping you close to him, the other spread across your thigh, keeping your legs swung up over his arm rest. He gives you a grin, innocent eyes blinking up at you.

“That exactly!” You protest. “You’re really kind and sweet and you let me sleep over at your house and lend me your shirt! And then you walk around half naked and have the gall to get embarrassed and run away, making me think I did something wrong! And then you just ignore me for the better part of the week, and I think I ruined our friendship with my crush. But then I confront you, and you’re all over me again- putting on my face mask, helping me wipe it off. Playing with my hands as I try to paint my nails. Then you say we need to talk, and act like you’re going to break up with me, even though we aren’t even dating. But then you kiss my cheek, like nothing was ever the matter! And then you run away again! And now you’ve coerced me into your lap and made me cry.” Finishing with a huff you finally meet his gaze again to see him completely red in the face. If possible you’re sure you’d see steam rising from his cheeks.

“You make me sound so manipulative,” he mumbles. “I was only trying to flirt with you, since you were so easy to tease, but you never seemed to get the hint. I only stopped when I realized I shouldn’t get so close to you, to keep you safe. I can’t always be around to protect you, and it would be selfish of me to put you in danger because of my own desires, not until we talked it over properly at least. Then you showed me your quirk, and I realized that I didn’t need to worry so much, because you were able to stop that villain on your own.” He rambles on. You pause, before slapping your hand over your mouth.

“The villain wasn’t after you that day,” your eyes widen. “It was aiming for me.” You look at Izuku, who just grins at you back. He leans forward nuzzling his face along your cheek.

“ I suspect he was after you. We were getting close to catching him, we had figured out his identity and everything. I think it was his last attempt at making a name for himself. Even if he wouldn’t have gotten away, he would’ve hurt the number one heros partner. Luckily someone knows how to pack a punch, and sneak into hero agencies it seems.” You flush red, partner, he said partner. There was no way.

“Partner?” You ask, completely forgetting the murder attempt against you.

“Do you not want to date me?” Izuku asks you, worry lacing his tone.

“I suppose it’s a fair payment for the emotional damage you’ve caused me.” You grumble, crossing your arms, cheeks dusted pink. Were you a little upset that he had unintentionally messed with your emotions for so long, yes, but could you blame him, not really.

“Speaking of payment, you still owe me.” His voice is laced with honey, and you narrow your eyes.

“Owe you for?” You ask.

“Getting you out of trouble for unlicensed quirk usage.” His smile is dangerous. You shift in his lap, his utility belt digging into your thighs.

“That was self defense-“ you start to protest before his lips capture your own. He kisses you softly and sweetly, one hand trailing up the outside of your thigh, the other pressing into your back, stopping just below the base of your neck, pulling you closer to him. He pulls back briefly, and you gasp for air, before his lips are on you again. You feel his dense muscles ripple against you. You tentatively trace your hands up his chest, wrapping around his neck. He smiles into your mouth. Then he pulls back from you, a look of utter adoration on his face. You wondered how you’d never noticed it before.

“I’ll consider that payment in full.” He presses a quick kiss against your forehead, standing up and placing you down on wobbly legs. Did you weigh nothing to him? “I still have lots of important hero work to do. So I’ll see you tonight?” He asks you cheeks flushed.

“Yeah, okay, yeah, work- hero work, because you’re a hero,” you laugh, then excuse yourself.

When you exit his office everyone is staring at your flushed out of breath figure with interest. You give a small wave, rushing toward the elevator and flinging yourself inside. When the doors close and you’re out of everyone’s line of sight, you clutch your chest, heart beating a million miles a minute. It was only when you had made it back into his apartment to retrieve your bag that you remembered he hadn’t told you about his quirk, or how he had even gotten it. Hell you didn’t even have time to confess properly before he had kissed you. You collapse onto his couch, burying your face into one of his decorative pillows and screaming.

#mha x y/n #mha reader insert #mha x reader #pro hero deku x reader #deku x y/n #pro hero x reader #pro hero izuku #izuku x reader #izuku fluff #reader has a quirk #did y’all guess this was her quirk #I thought it was quite fitting considering she’s the densest ever

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