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kusaka6e · 2 years

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CHICAGO

prohero!izuku x fem!reader

implied/mentioned nsfw, 18+!!

insp by chicago by michael jackson

wc: 3.5k

this took me FOREVER to finish writing and idek if i like it anymore sigh, the ending kinda sucks so pls bare w me

[part two]

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he hadn’t expected to meet you the way he did. or for things to go as far as they did.

you both happened to be on the same flight back to japan, him in the window seat and you in the aisle.

“is anyone sitting here?” you gestured to the empty spot between the two of you, hoping to set your bag down there.

“it’s mine, i always buy two seats when i fly. you can use it if you want.”

with his massive build and broad shoulders, you could see why he felt the need to buy two. the spray of freckles across his face shifted as he smiled sweetly.

why does he look so familiar?

“you just passing through japan, or?”

“going home, actually.”

“me too!”

the pilot begins to speak overhead as the flight attends begin the safety demonstration, making both of you go silent.

the plane lurches forward, making it’s way down the runway to take off.

“i’m izuku.”

“(f/n), nice to meet you.” he seemed sweet enough, but you rarely told people your real name. your job as a private investigator had made you hyper-aware of how dangerous even the most unsuspecting person could be.

“so, what was it that brought you out of japan?” he gulps as you cross one of your legs over the other, trying his best not to stare.

“i took a contract with some pro heroes overseas, but it’s over with now. what about you?”

pro hero?

holy shit

japan’s number-one hero was staring at you like a lovesick puppy.

“what do you do for work?”

“i’m a private investigator.”

“so you could dig up dirt on me, if you wanted to?”

“depends. got anything to hide?” you give him a sultry grin as you slightly lean forward, shamelessly switching your gaze from his bright eyes down to his lips.

dear god

the six hour flight flew by with you two making conversation, izuku almost growing sad when it was over. he learned that you were single (miraculously), had two kids and were trying to work through some issues with their father, and that he was insanely comfortable talking to you already.

he hesitated as the plane landed, mind racing as everyone around the two of you began to pull their bags from overhead compartments.

“this might seem forward but, could i call you sometime?”

the small nod you give him makes his stomach drop, fighting the urge to smile so hard his cheeks hurt when you began to scribble on a napkin from the meal earlier in the flight.

“i dont keep a personal phone, with work and all. if you text that number, just make it seem like you’re a client.”

“o-okay.” he curses himself internally for his stuttering habit coming back, amazed that you were able to spike his nerves the way you did.

“i hope i see you again, izuku. be safe out there.” you give him a wink before you disappear down the aisle, leaving him staring at your silhouette longingly.

“mommy!” you grin as you open the door to your house, your lavender haired daughters both sprinting towards you.

“hi pretty girls.” you smile warmly as you kneel to hug them both, their never-ending excitement to see you tugging your heartstrings.

you stand after a few minutes, your husband’s tired eyes meeting yours.

“hi ’toshi.”

“hey.” you frown as he gives you a half-hearted hug with one arm, noticing how he dodged your face to make you kiss his cheek rather than his lips.

you let out a sigh as he grabs his keys, hero costume on.

“i’ll be back tonight.”

“alright. be safe, love you.”

he closes the door before you finish your sentence, making your shoulders drop. if he replied, he hadn’t said it loud enough for you to hear him.

i guess being away didn’t make him miss me after all.

“mommy, what’s the matter with dad?”

“he’s just tired baby.”

a bittersweet feeling rises in your chest as your daughters run back to their rooms, ignorant to the depth of the issues between you and their father.

you go into work a few days with puffy eyes from a screaming match with hitoshi the night before, thankful that your office space isn’t shared with anyone else.

a notification from an unknown number flashes across the screen of your work phone, making your face twist in confusion.

unknown, today 8:24 am

could i book an appointment at your next availability please?

your mind goes blank for a second, before you break out into a grin.

izuku.

fortunately i have availability later today

i’ll pencil you in for my 3:00 opening

the tasks of your workday begin to pile up, phone calls from other clients distracting you and before you know it, hours have passed. a knock on your office door startles you, before you hear his voice.

“hi, uhm, is this the right office? for the three o’clock appointment?”

you try to force away the blush creeping up your cheeks, suddenly extremely self-conscious about your choice in clothes for work that day. you were almost sure he’d forget about you, or not take your offer seriously. that was part of the reason why you’d lied about not having a personal phone, and why you were so bold towards him. and even when he texted; he was literally the top hero in japan, why would he have time for you?

but there he stood in your office doorway, black t-shirt straining against his biceps and towering over you.

“hi.”

“hey.” he gives you a nervous smile as you gesture for him to come in, closing the door behind him.

after some initial awkward conversation, you’re amazed at how easy he is to talk to. he leans on his forearms onto your desk, giving you a better view of the constellation of freckles and scars surrounding his bright eyes.

“digging up anything exciting today?”

“nah, just run of the mill stuff.”

“c’mon, you have a cool job like this and you’re telling me there’s nothing crazy going on?” you’re taken aback by his genuine interest, not having spoken to anyone about your workday in months.

“well, there is this one case…”

before you know it, you’d ranted for almost an hour, sharing as many details as you can without violating the privacy of your contract, izuku listening intently and chiming in every so often.

“i’m so sorry, i didn't mean to talk you to death.”

“don’t be sorry, i’m really enjoying listening.”

something about his dialect and body language left no room for you to doubt; he really was holding on to your every word. he notices a framed photo on your desk, grinning at the picture of your girls.

“your daughters?”

“yea.” your stomach drops, thankful that you’d rearranged recently, and that the framed picture of you and hitoshi was no longer displayed by your computer monitor. when you noticed his wedding ring sitting on his nightstand rather than his finger, you took it upon yourself to change a few things too.

“they’re adorable.” he slightly cocks up an eyebrow, their wild lavender hair strikingly familiar.

“i feel bad being here so much, instead of being at home with them.”

“i’m sure they’ll understand. you’ve gotta do what you have to to take care of them, right?”

“i do, i just wish i could do that and spend more time with them.”

“you’re doing the best you can, that’s all you can do.”

“you’re right. it’s just so difficult, especially when i don’t get much help from their dad, and my family lives out of the country. i’m starting to think they might like their nanny more than me.” your last sentence makes both of you chuckle, but you don’t miss the concerned look in his eyes.

nothing you were saying was necessarily a lie; hitoshi had been acting like he was married to his job instead of you, and your family really did live out of the country. you just opted to not mention that your kid’s father was also your (very estranged) husband.

“with you being there for them, i bet you three can get through anything.” he cautiously grabs your hand across your desk, heat rising in his chest when you gently squeeze his palm.

soon enough he had to go back to his agency to fill out paperwork, to both of your dismay.

“it was really nice to see you again, (f/n).”

your breath catches upon hearing the fake name you told him, watching his smile slightly drop in confusion.

“izuku, i’m sorry, my name is (y/n). i give almost everyone a fake name the first time i meet them.”

he has an unreadable expression on his face for a moment before his smile returns, no trace of animosity to be found.

“that’s understandable. with your line of work, im sure there’s lots of weirdos you have to steer clear of.”

he pulls you in for a hug before he goes, his secure embrace nearly melting you on the spot.

“i’ll see you soon, (y/n).” he leaned down to speak close to your ear, such a simple gesture being wildly attractive coming from him.

after he leaves your office you have to take a few breaths to refocus, trying to be sure what just happened was real.

“dude, you’ve been smiling like an idiot all morning. what’d you get laid or something?” denki nudged izuku as they walked into the hero conference the next morning, making him roll his eyes.

“i can’t be in a good mood?”

“that’s not just a ‘good mood’ look, i’m not stupid.”

some of the top heros were meeting with the commissioner that morning, to be briefed on a new assignment that would be pretty widespread among the pro-heros in the city.

“you’re up early. don’t you usually work at night?” you frown as you’re met with hitoshi adjusting his modulator in the kitchen, an unusual sight for the morning.

“we’re getting briefed on some big assignment with some of the top pros, i’ve gotta be at this meeting early.” your stomach drops at his words, instantly thinking of izuku.

hitoshi double-takes, chuckling at the sight of your tired eyes and bedhead. he rarely got to see you in the mornings anymore, and it was a view he didn’t realize how much he’d missed.

“i’ll be back late, i’ve got some stuff to do at the agency after this meeting.” you nod, nearly jumping in surprise as he ruffles your already wild hair, kissing one of your temples.

“have a good day, love you.”

you stare at the front door absolutely dumbfounded, wondering if you were dreaming. that was the first time in months he had not only not dodged your advances, but made the first move to be affectionate towards you.

you shake off the thought as you dress for work, your daughter’s nanny showing up shortly before you leave.

your mind races as you sit down to check your morning emails, particularly towards a green-haired pro-hero.

“hitoshi?”

“izuku?”

“what’s up?! long time no see, how have you been?”

“you know, the usual graveyard shift stuff. how about you, big shot? you’ve been tearing up the charts lately.”

izuku grinned as him and shinso caught up before the meeting began, happy to see his friend again after so long. since shinso did more underground hero work and izuku was constantly working on bigger cases, on top of his overseas case, he’d barely seen any of his friends lately.

it was another two weeks before you saw him again, and you were giddy with excitement the next time he came through your door. hitoshi’s new assignment had him busier than ever, making you go a few days in a row without seeing him sometimes.

“izuku!”

“hi!!” you giggle in surprise as he hugs you tightly, slightly lifting you off the ground. you were in such a rush to open the door for him that you barely hear plastic crinkle at your side. as he sets you down, you see an elaborate bouquet of flowers in his hand, making heat rise in your cheeks.

“i thought you might like the purple, to remind you of your girls.” you freeze for a moment at the connection he made, his consideration nearly making your eyes well.

if only he knew who else purple reminded me of.

“izuku, these are beautiful.”

“i’m so glad you like them.” he breaks into a wide grin, noticing you double taking at his face.

“what happened here?” almost instinctively, you gently cup your hand onto the side of his face, noticing a new wound below one of his eyes.

“o-oh, it’s nothing, just typical work stuff. it’s not major, i promise.” the new touch lights fire under his skin, relishing in how soft your hands are.

he stays in your office for another few hours, conversation flowing easily again and updating each other on your lives. you’re both speaking animatedly with lots of hand gestures, resulting in your fingers brushing each other repeatedly. eventually, he just grabs one of your hands and toys with your fingers as he talks, the size difference in your hands being almost comical.

his phone rings, groaning as he sees who’s name is on the screen.

“hello- okay don’t raise your voice at me asshole. yes, yes, alright i’ll be back soon. boy, shut the hell up.”

“work?” you let out a chuckle, recognizing dynamight’s yell on the other end of the phone.

“unfortunately. i’ve gotta go, but i’ll see you again soon.”

he wraps you in a hug, making your breath hitch when he quickly kisses the top of your hair.

“bye, (y/n).” he flashes his signature grin as he closes your office door, leaving you smiling like an idiot.

“good day at work?”

“what makes you say that, mai?” your nanny smiles as she hands one of your daughters a snack, before she hurries back into her room with her sister.

“you’re glowing.”

“yea, something like that.” your cheeks heat as you set your purse down, your thoughts running in the direction of your new muse.

“it’s nice to see you smile again, (y/n). whatever’s going on, i hope it keeps up.”

your eyes go wide at her words, stopping in your tracks.

was it that obvious how much you were struggling ?

“midoriya’s got a girlfriend.”

mina nearly chokes on her water, staring at izuku expectantly

“do i now?”

“there’s no way anyone would ever wanna date your nerdy ass.”

“like you haven’t wanted to since we were kids?” izuku’s comment makes the group laugh, but mina doesn’t miss the way his eyes sparkle, looking off into space with a goofy smile.

izuku found himself in your office at least once a week, looking forward to those meetings more than anything. he wanted so bad to see you somewhere other than your office, but his status made it almost impossible for him to even think about going anywhere without paparazzi pouncing on him. the only reason you two’s office meet ups weren’t suspected by anyone was because it was completely normal for the pro heroes to work with investigators on all the different cases circulating the city.

but he was fed up with only seeing you in your office. so a few months into seeing him, you found yourself checking into a local hotel under a fake name, to preserve the secrecy of his identity.

you gently knock on the door to the room, gasping as izuku barely opens the door and pulls you in, quickly closing it behind you.

he looks you up and down, still processing the fact that you’re really standing in front of him.

“hi.” he grins widely, his voice barely audible.

“why are you whispering?” you giggle as you match his volume, cradling his face as you step towards him.

“i don’t know.” this makes both of you break into full blown laughter, giddy at the interaction.

there’s comfortable silence for a few moments, izuku’s eyes glittering as he analyzes all the details of your face up close. you feel like you’re shrinking under his gaze, his attentiveness and excitement to just be in your presence feeling so foreign.

“you’re so pretty.”

maybe it’s the sincerity in his voice, or the stability you feel from his large hands holding your waist, or the excitement of his green eyes dancing all over your facial features. something about such a simple statement tips you over the edge, pulling him against you before you can think twice.

he gasps when your lips meet his, freezing for only a second before lifting you off the ground easily, wrapping your legs around his waist as he makes his way towards the bed in the room.

he’s kissing you

izuku is kissing you

you are kissing izuku

his mind is racing as he sits down, sitting you atop his lap and never disconnecting from you. he’d daydreamed about this more times than he could count.

izuku was observant, that was no secret. and as you two fell into rhythm with each other, you realized just how observant of you he was. his hands worked against your body like the movement was natural, confident as his fingers traced every curve of your frame.

guilt washed over you as he began to pepper kisses down your neck, momentarily second guessing your actions.

he slips his hand under your shirt, rubbing up and down your back as he kisses you.

“you have… no idea… how long i’ve wanted… to do this.” he nearly whimpers, kissing along your jawline before meeting your lips again. something about the desperation, the gratitude in his tone, made all your doubt wash away.

he pulls your shirt over your head, eyes catching on the intricate tattoo on your ribs, trailing down your side.

you’re on your way home a few hours later, feeling like you’re walking on clouds. but as you pull into your driveway and pull your keys from the ignition of your car, everything in you deflates.

what the hell am i doing?

“so, i met someone.”

“i knew it!” denki nearly launches off of his chair, making shinso groan.

izuku grinned at kaminari’s excitement, his friends all looking expectantly to hear about his new muse.

“how’d you meet?”

“we ended up sitting next to each other on my flight back from the US. i asked for her number when we landed, and it just kind of took off from there.”

“you look like you’re about to start kicking your feet like a damn schoolgirl.” bakugou scoffs.

“wait, i wanna hear more!! details, izu. is she hot? what’s she do? do we know her?” mina leans forward onto her elbows, eyes glittering.

“i don’t think you guys know her. she’s a PI, she keeps her life pretty secret.”

“sounds just like (y/n). she’s a PI too, most people don’t even know she exists.” shinso chuckles fondly, taking a sip of his beer.

“yea, sh- wait, what?”

“oh shit, you were overseas when we got married. my wife, (y/n), is a PI.”

shinso cocks up an eyebrow as izuku’s face pales.

“what’s the matter midoriya?” kirishima looks curiously between the two.

izuku sighs heavily, quickly putting the pieces together.

“dragon tattoo?” he gestures to his ribs.

“yea, how do y-“ shinso cuts off his own sentence, knuckles tingling when he realizes what izuku is insinuating.

“aw shit.” kaminari is the first to break the silence, the tension thick between the group.

“nice going, nerd.”

“you’re married?”

“you’re fucking my wife?!”

“neither of you even wear a wedding ring, how was i supposed to-“ izuku stops as shinso storms up to him, gripping the collar of his shirt.

“hitoshi, hold o-“

“sit the fuck down.” he barks, effectively making kirishima and kaminari return to their seats.

as bad as he wanted to swing, he knew izuku would destroy him in a physical fight. thankfully, he had other ideas.

“how long?” he growls

“shinso-“

“how long have you been fucking my wife, midoriya?”

izuku feels his mind cloud, shinso’s quirk making his body go slack.

“a few months.”

“did she tell you she was married?”

“no.”

“that we have kids?”

“yes.”

“call her.”

mina clamps her hand over her mouth as izuku pulls his phone from his pocket, shinso putting the phone on speaker so everyone can hear the ringing.

“hello?”

shinso chuckles bitterly, biting down on the inside of his cheek as hearing your voice confirmed everything.

you look away from the cartoon your daughters had playing, realizing they’re both asleep on the couch where you three sat.

you see izuku’s name flash across the screen of your work phone, stomach turning as you slide your finger across the screen to answer it.

“hello?”

“go on, tell her, midoriya.”

your breath catches, the voice on the line all too familiar, even though it didn’t belong to izuku.

“shinso knows about us, (y/n).”

shit.

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clawz-loopz · 1 year

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A sudden kacchan encounter!

#mha #claw.art #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #not ship art #middleschool katsuki bakugou #pro hero deku #pro hero izuku #deku

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platrom · 2 years

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One Last Time.

Midoriya x Reader, Bakugou x Reader (eventually/partially)

WORD COUNT: 6.9k-7k words

NOTE:. A ginormous thank you to my beta reader for dealing with my rambles and pouting over Midoriya. I’m just a hopeless romantic. 😔 I’m sorry I didn’t give you all a happy ending this time, but there is a part two.

And please comment! Reading your guy's comments are huge motivators and I have a blast interacting with you all. 😊

TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, alcohol abuse, mentions of alcohol poisoning, addiction(s), panic attacks, spiraling, unhealthy habits, poor mindset, depression, unstable mental health, mentions of a mental hospital, mentions of insanity, manipulation, reader & bakugou & midoriya are childhood best friends, frequent mentions of midoriya (though little actual interaction between him and the reader), cursing, miscommunication, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff (somewhat, i tried, i swear), mentions and description of horrible family past and toxic friends, memories (good and bad), reader's solitude from others, ominous voice(s) in reader's head, suicide, manga spoilers, mutual pining, midoriya being blind to emotions, Bakugou being observant, cliffhanger.

Please be cautious while reading this, majority of the content written about is considered heavily triggering to many. Please take a look at all warnings before proceeding (with caution). If you are struggling with any of the topics discussed, please seek professional help. It will get better.

BEWARE ALL READERS: PROCEED WITH CAUTION. DARK CONTENT AHEAD.

One last time, you promised to yourself as you laid flat on your bed, body sinking into the mattress. The exhaustion of your previous activities bled through the remnants of your remaining adrenaline, the pain settling deep within your heart and bones.

This is the last time.

Did it really count as a promise if there was no one else but yourself to keep it and hold yourself accountable? Promises were meant to be held by two different souls— whether it be with another person, an animal (such as pet or that random squirrel you kept on seeing in your backyard), or even a stuffed animal (those beady eyes were always judging people, you knew it). Nevertheless, promises still and always required another party.

"Maybe the mind counts as another soul," you mumbled tiredly. Turning your head, the bright and bloody digital clock read "2:37 AM." There was no point in arguing with yourself now.

Indeed, there was no point in putting up a fight when the depths of your exhaustion crept upon you, its long and thick tendrils grasping your loose limbs and pulling you underwater into an endless milky-way of black.

Yet, a fleeting thought appeared in your mind as your eyes fluttered shut, body and mind fully succumbing to the dark.

If only Midoriya knew.

It was a mantra that rung in your ears ruthlessly throughout the following day. From the moment you awoke and with every hour, those simple yet painstaking words lingered in the corners of your mind, worming its way into every single activity you participated in. Whether it be mundane activities such as walking, eating, reading or anything else, the thought never escaped you.

Poor loving, caring, generous, and selfless Midoriya. He would be disappointed in you if he discovered your nighttime activities; the terror you put yourself through again and again, willingly. You were poisoning your body with your actions and behavior, but you didn't care. You stopped caring ages ago.

Rushing into convenience stores, drinking eagerly until everything blurred and the world become a swirl of bright colors and flashing lights. Then, rushing off into the night and to the cliff you and Midoriya discovered as teenagers all those years ago.

There, each time, you would stand at the edge, staring into the abyss of water below you. The salty liquid gleamed and glistened under the starry sky, leaving you wishing that you shone that bright. The water lapped and splashed against the rocks, dousing them with a salty spray that fueled the growth of the algae. Kelp swirled in the water, swaying in all directions teasingly as it coaxed you to jump below and never resurface.

"'Why come up when you can stay down below forever? With no worries or troubles. With no one to bother or hurt. Why don't you join us down below?'"

It was tempting; you had to admit. The amount of times your resistance nearly broke and you took the temptation would have shattered Midoriya's heart into thousands of pieces, leaving it beyond repair.

You couldn't do that to him.

Not to your Midoriya.

Not to the same toddler who would grab your hand in excitement whenever he saw you at the playground, wordlessly letting go of his mother's hand to sprint over to you. He would pull you up from your spot in the sandbox to press your foreheads together, lively and innocent green eyes gazing mesmerizingly into your (e/c) ones.

Not to the same boy in middle school who was constantly bullied by his peers and never spared a glance by the adults around him. The one who would always smile at you, despite the tears that welled in his eyes whenever he was brutally beaten up by his childhood best friend due to the lack of a quirk in a world fueled by them. The sweetheart who would offer you half his lunch if you forgot yours, or would gush over his hero analysis' books and the latest pro-hero battles.

Not to the high school boy who endangered his life countless times to protect you and your classmates when you both were at UA. The boy who would grab your hand when he felt you slipping from reality and pull you close to his chest, hugging you as if you were his last lifeline- not as if he was yours. The teenager who would tell you all of his deepest and darkest secrets- whether it be of his quirk from All Might, relationship with your mutual peers, or stories of fights against villains.

Not to the vigilante boy whose tears stained the paper of the goodbye letter he wrote to you when he chose to leave UA. The one whose scrawls could not stop describing the excruciating pain he felt to be leaving such an important piece of him behind. The person who impacted him the most, who loved and cared for him for all of those years. The only person that killed him the most to hurt.

You. That was you.

And when he came back, when the students and teachers of UA were able to bring him back, his first request was to see you. And when he couldn't? He was pissed, to say the least. The cold and snappy responses he gave afterwards presented that idea straight enough.

Midoriya never knew what happened to you during the period he left UA for. None of his classmates knew and all of the adults at UA refused to inform Midoriya of your disappearance.

Eventually, you came back.

He and the others didn't need to know about the disturbing thoughts that plagued your mind every passing second. The ones that clouded your senses with every breath you took. It would have been too gruesome to let them in. To show them the scratched and fissured layers beneath your skin.

They couldn't know about the days you spent secluded in a room, hugging yourself as tears streamed from your eyes, down your cheeks and onto the hospital gown you wore. They couldn't know about the way you shrieked in agony and covered your ears with your hands as those mocking voices became too loud and powerful for you to fight.

Simply, it would be too much for them. They wouldn't be able to comprehend or fathom why you had these voices- you didn't yourself. You didn't understand why they chose you out of all the possible victims in the spectrum of people. They would never listen to your distressed howls of desperation as you cried out for them to just "shut up for once!"

Maybe, that was why you stood where you were today. Why you were upright facing the sky, instead of downwards in the soil.

Possibly, that was why you chose to drink until you were blackout drunk- sick, tired, and ready to finally slip from the world's grasps.

You could never be vulnerable. Not again. Not once more. Not after all those times the people who you thought loved and cared for you ended up shredding your heart to pieces. They had seized you in their claws when you were at your weakest, and squeezed until you split at the seams and bursted into millions of fragments. Every single person. Your family, your friends, your peers. Everyone and everything.

As a result, you had become numb. You had became so numb that when the pain struck, it would burn and sizzle before you froze your emotions, before you drowned yourself with liquor and nearly met the angels above. Maybe, those angels wouldn't hurt you like everyone else did. You doubted it. Heaven wouldn't accept you anyway.

"You don't deserve a happy ending."

You had gone off the rails, nobody could help you now. Not Midoriya, not your family, not your friends, not your colleagues, not your neighbors, no one. Not even a therapist.

"You're better off dead than alive. You'll be doing everyone a favor instead."

He would never know.

Unless he caught me.

You shivered at the mere thought, cowering into yourself. It would never, ever happen.

You wouldn't allow it.

Even if it was the last thing you did.

It was a Monday and you were five hours into your shift at the agency, head buried deep in blueprints on hero costumes. These specific costume upgrades had taken months to plan, requiring you to go and scout and research different materials, test them, and undergo many processes of elimination. Red Riot and Dynamight had come to you for assistance (despite having their own support team), and Deku as well. It was as clear as day that they only trusted you with this task, but the demand of time it entailed was overwhelming and had put a block in all of your other projects.

Luckily, merely the final touches were being added and then you could begin building. The materials you had narrowed down to were purchased in bulk and begging to be melted, reformed, and melded to your liking.

You could just hear their cries.

Their pleads for change.

"Just like yours."

No, you shook your head in agitation, clenching your jaw. The once steady pace of your heartbeat picked up furiously, leaving you to inhale uneven, shallow breaths that set your lungs ablaze.

Not right now, you pleaded, grinding your teeth. Tears sprung from your eyes and you screwed them shut, a sense of hopelessness washing over you. You curled into yourself.

Calm down, you told yourself. Don't listen to them, (Name). You're fine. You're okay. It's just work. Just work. Just keep working.

It was easier said than done. Every muscle in your body felt excruciatingly tight, as if you had run a marathon and immediately sat down for hours afterwards. Everything was frozen, and if you tried to move far, you would break further. The strings that held together your mind, soul, and body were stretched thin and ripping at the middle. Once they tore, you would be long gone. The structure that you called your body would become a jail cell, locking you in the depths of your mind for eternity.

With every shaky breath you took, you sunk deeper into your lost state of mind. The voices began to yell obnoxiously inside your head, blocking every coherent thought that attempted to pry its way through the impervious seal of destruction that had enveloped you. Your ears rang as loud as the church bells in the town square— it felt as if blood was pouring out of your earlobes and down your skin, until it reached the ground.

There was screaming somewhere- near or far, you didn't know. Your body shook violently as you fell from your chair and onto the ground. Tools clattered around you and papers flew everywhere, your precious blueprints were lost in the sea of a mess you contrived.

Every breath you took was shallow and fast, each irregular and suffocating. Your lungs burned and a timorous feeling stirred in your stomach, sending you haywire.

Nothing was going to be okay. You couldn't do this. You weren't meant to survive. You weren't built for this.

I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, you repeated in your head.

"Yes," the voice agreed. "You can't, you can't, you can't. Just give up, (Name). It's time to give up."

You didn't want to give up.

"Are you sure?"

You didn't want to die today.

"Why not?"

You couldn't leave all that you worked for behind. Everything you fought for.

"You're just going to lose it eventually. Why does it matter?"

You couldn't leave behind your family and friends.

"They don't care about you. Why do you think they haven't spoken to you in ages? They're all fake, just like you."

You needed something to fight for. Something to keep you grounded.

"No!" cried the voice.

There was no way to win against the hindering voice. You knew that. Time and time again, every pitiful attempt at effacing it would be proved futile. No matter how vigorously you fought, how bodacious your efforts were, your audacious acts were rendered a perilous failure that you would pay for dearly later on.

Although you couldn't win wars, you could win battles.

You cracked your eyes open, pupils peering through a blur of gray as you lifted your head to the light. Pain shot through your bones, and you began to tug at the strings of your sanity in an attempt to regain yourself.

This is progress. I can do this.

The hands on your ears fell to the floor, laying on the cool marble tile below you. The contrast of the subzero-temperature like ground against your blazing and blistering hot skin left you balling your fists in stagger. This had to be how Todoroki's hands felt whenever they touched. The feeling was akin to having ice situated on a burn.

It felt like you were coming back to life.

The ringing in your ears was nearly gone.

Slowly but surely, your breath evened out. The air that entered your lungs were not disarrayed breaths of air, but now timed and even.

In the distance, down the hall, a rush of footsteps could be heard. Frequently, heroes would enter and exit the floor, since all the technicians at the agency were congregated in the same location. Pro-heroes saved lives and as a result, damaged their gear— it was logical that there was constant activity in this section of the building.

However, you were in no state to be interacting with others.

The evidence of your misery was strewn across the floor, with your tools laying around haphazardly and your papers splayed everywhere. If anyone entered, they would conclude that something had happened to you.

And you would not let them even reach that idea.

Swiftly, you rose from your seated position and began to clean the mess on the ground. In one swipe, at least three tools were clutched and dropped into their respective areas. Papers were either crumbled and tossed into the bin beside your desk or stacked neatly. The office would have to look pristine and immaculate.

Just like a criminal, you had to cover your own traces. You had to stay vigilant and weary. Or else, you would be caught.

"Just like you will be."

"WHAT WOULD the world be like, if everyone was good?" Midoriya sighed, tipping his head back as the sweltering afternoon rays of heat beat down upon you both. His fluffy curls were soaked with sweat, reminding you of a puppy's dripping, wet fur after a bath.

He looked awfully adorable, despite the fact that both of you had been running for the past few hours. Midoriya was training for his second Sports Festival and this time, he wholeheartedly believed (and hoped) he would reach the top three. His first year at UA was one that taught him there was more than just his quirk— he had always known he had to train his body to accommodate for the raw and brute power that came along with such a quirk, but he didn't quite understand it. He just did as he was told. He followed All Might's words, all of his mentor's words, but never took the time to consider what they were saying.

It wasn't until after countless villain attacks, constant injuries, and the grueling hell that rained upon him after discovering his true quirks did he comprehend what he was being told.

You were proud of him, then. Your Midoriya, the same boy you grew up with was slowly becoming a real pro-hero (you would have said hero, but you knew he was born one. However, society would have never accepted him as a "pro-hero" if he did not have All Might's quirk). His younger self would have shed tears of joy at the sight of himself then.

He would never be that same Deku, the one who would cower in fear at the wrath of "Kacchan."

A giggle ripped through your lips as you fell onto the bed of grass below you, dirt sinking through your fingertips. The grass grazed your skin like a gentle kiss, sending small tingles down to your toes. "Izuku, you do realize everyone's definition of good is different universally, right?" You heard a small peep of confusion beside you.

Ignoring him, you continued. “Some of us think the definition of 'doing good' is treating others like human beings, which is really the bare minimum in all cases. In comparison, others argue that it means not to be selfish, but selfless. Like helping and paying attention to others around you, but that could just be what's expected from everyone for someone else. Possibly, for those heroes you aspire to be like, saving lives is the equivalent of being a good person. We all have different opinions on definitions and ideas so controversial like those. Be more specific."

Taking a deep breath after your mouthful, you shook your hands and kicked out your legs. Midoriya laid down on his back as well, stretching his arms out so his hand would brush against yours. A quiet "oh" escaped your throat at the contact, and you swore electricity passed between you both.

Midoriya made no reaction, so you ignored the tingles that lingered in your fingertips and the hairs that raised on your arms and neck. It was likely you imagined those currents that passed between you both.

That happened a lot.

Too often.

"You sound like Mr. Aizawa, you know," Midoriya commented, sparing you a glance before he chuckled. "Old and wise."

Feigning annoyance, you shifted your hips to move you onto your side and kicked Midoriya's calf, lips pressed together in a thin smile.

"Say that again and I'll have you in a headlock, Deku," you threatened, pushing yourself up from the bed of smooth grass and into a kneeling position. With a menacing grin, you cracked your knuckles, "I may be no hero, but I can kick ass; even yours."

At your words, a challenging grin grew on his face. Midoriya could never back down from a challenge, especially not one from you. "Oh, you think so?"

In a matter of seconds, you lept onto him, rolling around in the dirt. Arms and legs were flung and choked laughs escaped both your throats. Midoriya was much stronger, you knew that. But you could win with brains.

"I know so!" you countered.

Midoriya liked your confidence. A lot.

Well, he really liked you. So much that it hurt him.

Though, you would never know; you couldn't.

He couldn't risk losing you. Not now, not ever. So he would always settle for being your best friend. Something was always better than nothing.

He couldn't get greedy now, your value to him was worth more than any of the riches in the universe. One could argue you mattered more to him than his own future career as a hero.

Therefore, he would stand by your side idly, waiting for the moment for your hands to brush together so he could intertwine his fingers with yours. He would always wait for you. He would wait until you noticed him and his love. He would wait for you to learn to love him like he loved you.

Forever and always.

Always and forever.

It's only three minutes until this elevator comes and I can go, you reassured yourself. Work had been hectic, to put it lightly. With the unforeseen panic attack in your office earlier, persisting through repairs of practically pulverized gear and assembling new gadgets had proven to be a trial that left you fatigued.

Thankfully, the pattering of footsteps that had echoed in the hallway during your episode had been nothing but a ruse (and you firmly believed that the voice had made you conceive them). After tidying your trashed office, guzzling an entire bottle of water, and coating a thin, glossy sheen of chapstick onto your chapped lips, you had courageously exited the security of your office to check for any people in the hallway.

After all, you had an image to keep.

Fortunately, the universe had granted you that good omen and decided to not torture you further.

I doubt it'll grant me anymore, you pursed your lips sourly, merely huffing once the elevator reached your floor and its metal doors slid open for you. There were no other passengers, leaving you to revel in the delectation of silence, even if it was for a few measly minutes.

Something is always better than nothing, you internally argued. There's always good in a bad day- just like now. My day was poor, but the rest of my evening will be a substantial improvement from earlier.

Occupied by your uplifting and heartening thoughts, it felt as if your trip from the fifteenth floor (your floor) to the ground floor had gone by rapidly. Typically, your elevator trips were awkward, uncomfortable, and appeared to be prolonged misery graced from the hells bellow. A sudden ding signaled the reach of your destination and once the doors slid open, you squeezed through the crowd of people beginning to pile in.

The lobby of the agency was a spacious area, filled with luxurious yet cozy couches and loveseats, as well as countless offices. Workers paced back and forth, brows knitted and mouths tense. Sidekicks, interns, and heroes were in nearly ever corner. Some appeared to be littered with deep gashes and gnarly bruises, while others were unscathed. Certainly, the Deku Agency was a zestful and active one; one you were more than elated to escape.

Vigilantly, you swerved past your vexed colleagues and ignored the receptionist's buoyant chirp of farewell, lunging through the glass doors and stumbling into the outside.

You continued to strut forward, fists clenched tight and eyes narrowed. If you looked as if you were seconds from detonating, people would blatantly ignore you and try to escape your supposed incoming wrath.

Just like Bakugou.

Within seconds you covered most of the distance from the entrance of the agency to the edge of the building. However, when you were about to turn around the corner, a hasty hand promptly grabbed your shoulder with such brute strength you were sure could break your brittle bones. A horrified gasp left your throat, a sickening feeling brewing deep within your gut. Involuntarily, your eyes squeezed shut as you hit your assailant's chest, and a familiar, gruff voice immediately made your head shoot up.

"Don't scream, idiot," Bakugou warned, piercing vermillion eyes boring into yours. A medical mask covered his mouth and he wore a black baseball cap. "I'm not going to hurt you, just need'a talk to you."

Like a fish, you gaped stupidly at him, heart ricocheting through your chest. Looming over you at twice your height and size was Bakugo Katsuki, Lord Explosion Murder God Dynamight, the Top Two Pro-Hero.

Midoriya's biggest rival.

Also, both Midoriya's and your childhood best friend.

"Katsuki, you bitch-!" you hissed, pounding your fist against his solid chest. "You're dressed like this and don't expect me to scream the minute some suspicious looking guy grabs me from a corner?!"

Bakugou frowned as you ran your mouth, watching your eyebrows knit in exasperation and frustration. Piqued by your attitude, he clamped his free hand over your mouth with a groan and a roll of his eyes. "You done running your damn mouth off? I didn't come here to listen to your rambling."

Appalled, you shook your head and pulled yourself out of his grasp (you knew he didn't try and hold you back, if he wanted to he could have easily). With a sneer, you diverged from his path and strutted ahead.

You were not in the mood for Bakugou's bullshit today.

Without missing a beat, he followed behind you. His heavy footsteps stayed in time with your lighter ones- signifying he wasn't going to let you go until he got what he wanted.

Abruptly, you stopped and spun to face him, pointing your finger at him accusingly. "Say whatever you want to say, but make sure it's quick. I don't have time for this."

You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow, foot tapping against the pavement impatiently. Irked, Bakugou clicked his tongue at you and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"You've been acting off. It's showing," Bakugou bluntly stated. He was never one to beat around the bush when it came to others. Especially you, despite all the years of being acquainted. You reacted poorly with confrontation, he was well aware of that. Alas, it was the only way he knew to reach out to you, and possibly help you.

To be your hero.

Pressing your lips together tightly, you mustered your finest smile, gaze cold and blank. "I should be heading home, it'll get dark soon." At once, you stepped away from Bakugou, only to feel a hot, coarse hand engulf your wrist seconds later.

"You can't hide it, (Name)," he murmured, breath fanning against your neck. Gently, his giant and callused hand enveloped your tinier one, knocking the breath out of your lungs. Due to the nature of his quirk, his body temperature ran at a significantly higher temperature than most who did not obtain a pyromancer quirk. Although many found his heat to be overwhelming and suffocating, Bakugou was always a source of warmth that could melt even the iciest bits of you.

"Don't let him in. Don't do it," the voice whispered in your ear. "He's going to hurt you too."

"I'm not hiding anything," you retorted, eyes trained steadily on your feet. "I have nothing to hide."

His response was immediate. "That's a lie."

He knows.

You knew he knew. Bakugou always knew. Bakugou goddamn Katsuki always knew. He was a nosy little shit; always had been and always would be. He got it from his mother.

You knew that.

He knew that.

You just comprehended it too late. You were too slow. You couldn't keep up.

"You're just not good enough."

You knew that. You knew it. You always did. You just never accepted it.

"You've always been pathetic. Just give up."

They were right. They always were. Why did you even try?

You should've listened to them earlier. Tears began to fill your eyes, blurring your vision. You wretched your wrist out of his grasp and walked away. All words that flew from his mouth fell deaf upon your ears.

You couldn't let him see you so weak.

"Oi, (Name)! Get back here!" Bakugou hollered. There was a twinge of concern in his voice.

Don't hurt him too, (Name).

Your lips were locked, mouth dry and throat parched. Words refused to escape your sealed lips. Only tears fell and the urge to run and disappear felt possible.

So, that's what you did.

You ran from Bakugou and sprinted past people for countless blocks. There were not enough fingers on your hands to count how many times you crossed illegally and nearly slammed into an innumerable amount of cars, but you didn't care.

You never cared.

The familiar white lights of your treasured store came into view. A small smile graced your lips as you stumbled past a group of sketchy teenagers and into the vast parking lot. Finally, you could leave everyone and everything behind and learn how to let go.

You could learn how to not be selfish.

Just like Midoriya.

7:23 PM

7-11, the classic convenience store of Japan. Whether it be heroes, students, children, or elders, you could find people of all walks of life at the epoxy-floored store notorious for its delicious treats and savory dishes.

It was unfortunate that this homely store for many was considered your link to the retreat of your issues. When you were younger, you would have never pictured to use such a place like this as your method to get black-out drunk.

Except, this was the present; all that mattered was now.

Hurriedly, you staggered inside and carelessly swung a red hand basket onto your forearm and followed the familiar tiled path down to the cooler, where all their drinks were stored.

Various liquids were stored on the cool shelves: plastic water bottles with droplets of condensation sliding down their sides, glass containers filled with numerous types of teas, different types of milks stored in cartons, and your frequently visited section of them all— the alcoholic beverages. There were a couple of selections of beers, as well as fruity cocktails that were spiked with heavy amounts of rum.

Although the store wasn't too large on its variation in spirits, you didn't care. A drink was a drink. It served a purpose and you would accomplish that goal no matter the consequence.

The remnants of tears on your face dried once the chilly air of the refrigerator blasted against your skin, merely adding to the sting of your eyes. Every single muscle in your body was sore from your sprinting to flee from Bakugou— as a support hero, you never engaged in physical activity as much. It was a rough estimate, but you could guess that you had run at least a little bit less than three miles before you reached here.

Karma was one hell of a bitch.

Heedlessly, you grabbed a pack of beers and walked to the checkout counter. Picking up a couple of chocolate bars, you tossed them onto the counter, impatiently waiting for the employee to scan your items before you vanished back into the night.

"Your ID, ma'am?" requested the worker. Sluggishly, you pulled out your card and handed it to him, watching his eyes inspect the information printed on the plastic. With a nod, he handed your card back and totaled the cost before asking for your form of payment.

"Cash," you replied with a strained smile, pulling out a wad of bills.

The man finished checking out your items and bagging them, only to meekly mutter a tired, "Stay safe." You nodded in response, not trusting your voice.

Hurrying out the door, a quavered, muttered "thank you" fluttered past your lips and into the rosy evening, for no one's ears but your own.

Beer always tasted bitter to you. Every single time you picked up a bottle, can, or glass of it, it tasted bitter. Whether or not it was mixed with fresh fruit in the fermentation process or more than the common amount of yeast was used to make it sweeter, it still was harsh on your tongue and just as pungent.

Howbeit, you couldn't get enough of it. A disputant could argue that it was the easy access of beer that left you coming back to it- how effortless it was to just pick up a pack of beers, check-out, and go on your merry way. Employees paid little to no attention to those who bought beer. They all assumed beer drinkers were abortive alcoholics looking for a quick fix.

If you had wanted wine, champagne, rum, vodka or any other alcoholic beverage, a worker would have to be brought to take the drink out of its glass enclosure. Then, suspicion would arise. Questions would be asked.

It had occurred before.

You didn't care to think about it now though. Not when you had guzzled down two beers and were nursing your third. The other two bottles had been tossed haphazardly beside you on the grass, your legs dangling helplessly over the edge.

In the distance, the sun was setting. Warm hues filled the sky- layers of ruby red began at the top, far above your head, until it slowly melted into a borderline lobster red, becoming tangerine, slowly blending together to manifest a banana yellow that eventually turned into a lemon-like shade of yellow, until you could view no more.

The water below your feet was just as dark as you remembered it; its waves lapped at the stones below you, the water playfully skimming the sides of the boulders before receding back into the endless body of water.

Tears slipped down the apple of your cheeks, sliding down to your jaw and off, descending down to the oblivion of water beneath the cliff.

Bakugou's words resided in your heart, clouding your mind.

"You've been acting off. It's showing . . . You can't hide it, (Name)."

They know. They knew.

"They always knew," laughed the voice. "You can certainly try and hide it, but it doesn't mean it worked."

"They always knew, but they never said anything," you sobbed, pulling your knees to your chest, cradling your body close. "They never cared!"

"Exactly!" cried the voice. "That's what I've been telling you all this time! They never cared about you!"

The voice was right. You should've listened to them earlier. They knew what they were talking about. You knew that. They knew that.

Why didn't you listen earlier?

They were always right, in the end.

So, why did you fight before?

Midoriya, I always fought for Midoriya. Just for him.

You brought your beer bottle to your lips and guzzled it down, choking on your snot, tears, and the brew in your frantic gulp of the drink.

Wheezing, you tossed the glass to the side and laid back, grabbing your face in your hands as you curled into a fetal position.

What an idiot you were. Caring for a man, once a boy, that really was only a part of your memories. Your dreams, who only felt like your imagination. You and Izuku rarely spoke. Truthfully, you hadn't spoken in days, weeks, and possibly even months.

Midoriya had probably forgotten about you, just like everyone else had.

He was just like the rest. Midoriya Izuku, your childhood best friend, childhood crush, was just like every other person in your life- he hurt you exactly as they did. If not, more.

Midoriya was your everything. As children, you had protected him and stood by his side no matter how rocky the terrain became. He was supposed to be the one stable thing in your life, just like you were for him.

You fool.

You were nothing to Midoriya. You should have recognized that earlier. Once he entered UA, he had met fantastic people like Uraraka and Iida and didn't need you anymore.

Those thoughts weren't new, they had occurred before. Foolishly, you chose to ignore them. Now, you knew you were wrong for doing so.

A melancholic feeling settled over you as you downed the remaining bottles of beer, watching the sunset become a blur of black. The once colored hues of the sky faded into the sinister obsidian, with twinkling lights shining in the distance. The grass below you did not feel the same as it once had. Numerous times before, it had been soft, calming, and grounding. The blades of green always gently brushed against your skin, tickling your neck.

Presently, it prickled you, profoundly digging its leafy tips into you. It was a contrast to the loving embrace you were used to. Instead, it restricted you and attempted to pull you under.

It didn't feel right.

Nothing did.

"Then, why are you still here?" the voice questioned.

"I don't know," you whispered back, a wave of fresh tears welling up in your eyes. "I really don't."

Lifting yourself up, you kicked your feet in an attempt to shake out the jitters and calm yourself. The entire world felt like it was crashing down on you, but you couldn't properly react to it correctly, how you thought you were supposed to react.

What was wrong with you?

Why were you still here?

Why did you keep trying?

Why?

The intrusive thought sent you doubling over; you clasped your hands over your ears and hunched forward, face pointing towards the water. How long had you been here for? You definitely had lost your phone hours ago. It didn't matter, you wanted this to be over. Just for it to finally end.

"Do it, (Name)."

Jumping off the cliff wouldn't be a painless death, nor quick, but it would suffice. You were bound to be poisoned from the alcohol and if you happened to just hit your head on the way down? Easy as pie.

Shakily, you stood up despite the ache screaming within your bones. Every part of you was shaking, your teeth were chattering, your knees were knocking together, and your stomach had curled in on itself.

This is for the best, you told yourself. Just jump and it'll all be over.

"Jump!" echoed the voice. A watery grin spread across your face.

You squatted down, mimicking the awkward position of a jump squat.

"Jump!" it repeated.

"I'm so sorry, Izuku," you choked, spilling your deepest pains to the wind, the trees, and ocean below you. "I know you don't care about me, but I'm still sorry."

You were leaving without a trace. With nobody able to contact you or track you. With no farewells, appreciative notes, or apologies.

Maybe it was meant to be.

Not you and Midoriya.

Just you and yourself.

All alone.

It was nearly involuntarily how quick you threw yourself off the cliff, eyes shut tight as you felt the world around you fall. It was finally ending.

"NO!" a voice cried, somewhere above you. You didn't care enough about it to open your eyes.

Once again.

Weightless, free. Those were the words that could only describe how you felt. It was better this way. The voice was right.

As always.

"(Y/N)!"

Close. You were so close to dipping your feet in the water. You knew it.

You wanted to see this, to have one last memory before you died. The sight wouldn't be the prettiest, but you would cherish it even after your death.

The lids of your eyes flew open. Everything around you appeared as if it was falling with you. They were blurs of objects as you passed by them at inhuman speeds.

Nearly there.

You were nearly there.

Until you weren't.

Until someone caught you.

Until a multitude of what felt to be thick tendrils wrapped themselves around you as the tips of your toes skimmed the water, snatching you from the grips of death.

Until you were being pulled back up to this person, this monster, and into their rather warm hold. They hugged you close to their chest, so close that you could hear the erratic pounding of their heart.

Incoherent blubbers tumbled out of their mouth as they rocked you slowly, tucking your face into the crook of their neck. Your eyes fluttered shut, mind unable to process what had just happened.

They were warm, so warm. And you were tired. A little nap wouldn't hurt.

Not at all.

Their pleads for you to stay awake were unheard as you succumbed to the darkest depths of your mind, to the aching of your heart and body.

All alone.

Once again.

As always.

If you want a part 2, you're gonna have to threaten me for it or else it may never come. 🤭

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imagination-mess · 7 months

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HEAR ME OUT

Imagine Izuku getting his father's quirk making his body resistant to fire. He became a pro hero who sometimes deals with wildfires like a firefighter. He has a massive crush on the ER doctor whom he often sees whenever he drops off injured citizens to heroes at the hospital. He has interacted with you multiple times. Ironically, you were one of his first saves as a pro hero after U.A - during this time you were a medical student.

He was hit by a true-telling quirk a few hours prior to this interview on live television. When asked if he had his eyes on someone or planning to date someone, the usual response he would give was "There isn't anyone that caught my eye." or "I just want to focus on my career right now, maybe in the future."

Against his wishes, he says "Yes" to the question causing the interviewer to want to know more by asking the following question. Izuku would usually avoid any questions related to his love life, no one has been able to get a scoop of his love life.

When the interviewer asked if they were a hero as well. He declines "They are a doctor who is a hero who saves people's lives every day."

He wanted to die on the spot because he just exposed his crush on live television knowing his close friends would figure it out. The world would be scrambling who it is.

He is the only one who hasn't been in the dating scene being among the top 3 heroes who graduated from U.A.

Maybe I will write it who knows.

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midoriyaas · 2 years

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WAIT WAIT I THOUGHT OF ANOTHER THING FOR THE IDOL! Y/N AU

NOW IMAGING BIG STRONG PROHERO DEKU BEING YOUR BIGGEST FANBOY

like in this one you don’t know eachother at all but you do know that you went to ua together

just him having a really popular stan account for you but no one knows it’s their number one hero behind the screen 🥹

shows up to as many of your fan events in a disguise bc he’s yknow, deku!! worlds greatest hero and all that jazz!!

will try so hard to learn your group’s choreos but he needs to clean up the moves a lot 🥹

when you release your first solo album you bet he’s buying every version available

one day his manager calls him to tell him about a photoshoot for his new merchandise with people from the sponsor company but they don’t disclose with who….

to his surprise it’s you!! his favorite idol!!

he has to hold back from fanboying too hard in front of you, but he can’t hide his blush when you mention that he’s your favorite hero 🫶🏽

you two get to talk to eachother during a short break in the photoshoot while they set up the next shots, and you realize you have a ton in common

he also comes clean about being your number one fanboy which causes you to go slack jawed because “DEKU?!? THE WORLDS GREATEST HERO?!? LIKES ME?!?”

face fully flushed and feeling like you’re on cloud nine, you get changed into the next outfit for the last part of the shoot and it goes smoothly!

you exchange numbers at the end of the shoot and start talking after that

that’s when the dating scandals start up, paparazzi catch the two of you at hero museums, and hold i hands at theme parks, they also catch izuku coming out of your agency’s building a few times

you post very vaguely about someone new in your life and the netizens go wild putting two and two together

-you were seen wearing one of deku’s famous “t-shirt” shirts during rehearsals….

-you’re taking pictures in an apartment that looks eerily similar to deku’s……

-and when the pictures from the photoshoot are released people begin theorizing even more, especially since both of you have a two page spread together,,,, and you look like such a power couple

-people also catch deku staring longingly at your advertisements during his patrols

so they catch on really quickly lol, y’all aren’t slick at all 🙄

when y’all do end up announcing your relationship there’s mixed reaction from both of your fanbases, on one hand your true fans wish nothing but the best for your new relationship, on the other hand there’s people calling you a gold digger and saying that you’re just gonna distract their number one….

everyone shuts up real quick when you post a video of the two of you dancing together under a starry night sky, you can vaguely hear laughter and people can notice that he’s nervous to step on your feet, although people cant see your faces fully due to the dark lighting of the video, they can just tell how perfect you are for eachother.

POWER COUPLE!!!!

YALL ARE HELLA INFLUENTIAL

anything you guys do or anything you promote sells out in seconds….powercouple i tell you

icons in love

okay i have no more ideas the brain worms are gone, but i need izuku to say i’m his fav performer of all time please i’m begging g u universeee 😭

#izuku my love <3 #deku x idol!reader #izuku midoriya x reader fluff #pro hero izuku #izuku midoriya x idol reader

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benevolentpeach · 2 years

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Izuku KNOWS...

He knows when you're struggling to keep yourself afloat, fighting with yourself on whether or not you're good enough to even be a hero.

He knows how hard you can be on yourself, how you set stupidly high expectations for yourself despite knowing you won't reach them in the set time-frame you have made.

He knows that while although he's told you many times that it's okay to relax and that you can always try again tomorrow, that you'll lie to him and tell him you'll rest, but end up doing the complete opposite and end up training twice as hard.

He knows you aren't the best when it comes to losing a civilian or someone close to you, and that you'll cry or put yourself in a funk for some amount of time.

He knows that in the past, you had some pretty shitty people in your life that made you believe you weren't even good enough to have him as your friend, so you always distance yourself from him because you're scared he'll leave you.

But at the end of the day...

He still loves you.

Whenever you are struggling, he's always there with a big smile and a couple of baked goodies.

Whenever you talk bad or lowly about yourself, he's always holding your head in the palms of his hands, looking you in the eyes and telling you that you are the most amazing person in the world to him and that he is happy he even had the chance of meeting someone such as yourself.

Whenever he finds you passed out on a random piece of gym equipment, or even on the gym floor, he's always there to wake you up softly, telling you to go sleep in his office.(Of course he's gonna have a REALLY soft blanket and pillow ready for you, along with a cup of warm tea or coffee)

Whenever he sees how broken and hurt you are that you were unable to save a civilian/loved one, he's always there holding you gently in his big strong arms, whispering 'It's okay.. I'm here.. Shhhh.. Let it all out..' while softly stroking your hair.

If you're in a funk, he'll make it his top priority to come and visit you at your apartment when he gets off of work, bringing you some type of food, and making sure you are well fed, well hydrated, and well rested.(Sometimes he'll lose track of time and fall asleep on your couch after you've already fallen asleep)

Whenever he sees or feels like you're trying to distance yourself from him, he'll tell you that he always wants you around and that if he didn't he would tell you. He always says he's never going anywhere and that you don't have to worry about him ever leaving you alone, that you are one of the most important things to him and he wouldn't have it any other way.

This man will genuinely love you til the day he dies.

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izukuisbaby · 2 years

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Okay but you know how some old washing machines kinda jumps and moves if those aren't stable?

Imagine how Izuku or Shoto would react to that happening when they are trying to help their S/O by doing their laundry.

They are alone and then when it starts to move they freak out or something thinking it's going to explode or something 😭🤚

Then their S/O comes home and calms him down telling it's normal, the washing machine isn't just stabilized right maoo

Aww poor Izuku just trying to just help !❤

⊹˚.⋆ THEY TRY TO DO YOUR LAUNDRY - IZUKU AND SHOTO

℘. flora's notes : LMAO I LOVED THIS REQUEST IT'S HILARIOUS, thank u baby 🥰 this is perfect cuz several people on my form requested more domestic stuff !

℘. female, male, gn reader friendly 💓

m.list | comment or reblog if you enjoyed !

⊹˚.⋆ IZUKU MIDORIYA

℘. you've had such a stressful day at work, izu thought he would help with the chores

℘. his mom taught him how to do the laundry so he carefully placed all the products in the right compartments

℘. he started the laundry machine and sat on the couch

℘. about 10 minutes later, he hears a weird LOUD noise

℘. enjoy your trip into izuku's mind :

wait what's that noise

no no no it's the laundry machine, please don't tell me i messed up

okay calm down izuku, it's okay, you've been doing the laundry for years now

omg omg omg why is it shaking

WHY IS IT JUMPING ??? ITS LIKE LEVITATING OMG WHAT DID I DO

stop the machine, stop the machine, WHY ISN'T IT STOPPING

I'LL OPEN THE DOOR, IT SHOULD STOP.

OH NO OH NO THERE'S WATER EVERYWHERE OMG IM SUCH A DUMBASS BAKUGO WAS RIGHT

℘. "izu baby I'm home !"

oh shit shit shit, they're gonna hate me, what if they break up with me ? no that would be a stupid reason to break up with someone. shut up izuku, go out there and explain

℘. "Y/N" he yells hugging you "I AM SO SORRY I TRIED TO MAKE YOUR LAUNDRY BUT THE MACHINE STARTED SHAKING AND I PANICKED SO I OPENED THE DOOR AND NOW THERE'S WATER EVERYWHERE"

℘. "izu, that's normal" you chuckle and put a hand on his cheek, "thank you for trying to help, let's clean that up together"

⊹˚.⋆ SHOTO TODOROKI

℘. he's never really done chores-

℘. but he wants to be the best, most useful boyfriend for you

℘. he looks up tutorials on youtube, which is what he decided to do for your laundry

℘. cutesy litle trip to shoto's traumatized mind 🥰

okay so i have to put the detergent there and the softener here

don't spill too much

now start, wait why is it ringing

oh nevermind it started anyway, I'll ask y/n about the ringing it's creepy and stressful

*he leaves the linen room*

what's wrong with the linen room, why is the washing machine shaking

did i do something wrong ? I'll just buy another machine and without ringing this time

the shaking is getting louder, WHY IS IT LOUDER, IT'S GOING TO EXPLODE

WHERE IS THE STOP BUTTON

oh fuck no

no i froze it

at least it's not going to explode

oh y/n's clothes are frozen too

℘. goes to the store and buys back everything he ruined-

℘. "sho im home ! wha-what's with those bags shoto ?"

℘. "I bought you new clothes because I froze the washing machine and your laundry" and he's like 😐 NO EMOTIONS

℘. "i mean, thank you sho- but we will need a new washing machine too..." you say taking his hand in yours

℘. "I bought one already, and it doesn't ring. the other one made too much noise"

℘. "HOW WILL WE KNOW THE MACHINE SUCCESSFULLY STARTED AND ENDED"

℘. "oh, thats what it was for"

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romanceisdeadbutimnot · 2 years

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Sweet Like Summer Candy

🍏

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

Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch5

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.

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Words without memories (1)

“..Katsuki has lost his memories from a quirk, we don't know when it will come back” Jeanist says from the phone, and izuku's eyes widened as he punched a villain in his face, easily dodging an upcoming kick

“I–is he okay?! I’ll try to finish this mission–” “No, I need you to focus on this, you've been on this project for 2 weeks”

“NO, I–I have to go to kacchan–” “Midoriya! Focus, nothing will change okay? He still has his friends to fill him up with information, they will tell him who his fiance is”

The green hair slowly nods “..okay then” “Focus” his boss reminds him before hanging up

Izuku was tired, to say the least. He couldn't focus–go figure. He tried to call but he never got an answer back, he tried to call his friends but they said they were always busy and hadn't visited the blond every time he called, he even stays up at 4 am calling, his only comfort was browsing through their images and videos, he's been falling asleep to hearing bakugou laughs while kittens they rescued got all over him

They kept one, his name was All might– Not the best name but they both agreed to it, his fur is orange, and with blue eyes, so of course, they /had/ to name them..!

“Uh–fuck this is kinda embarrassing” the audio from his phone said as izuku closed teary eyes “Use this audio when you're sad n shit–cus…I love you” bakugo says and izuku hugs his phone

“And you better not die, I can't raise all might all by myself and–well because I’ll miss you..love you…I miss you calling me kacchan” The audio stops

“I love you too..kacchan” izuku murmurs as he falls asleep

Finally, after 2 weeks his mission was over. His eye bags were prominent and his cheeks were not as chubby as before and he was dead tired

But the thought of seeing katsuki gave him strength, gave him the power to keep moving

“He’s in room 106, floor c” The receptionist said and izuku nodded, gripping the balloons and large all-might plush he bought at the airport. He just can't greet him without something! Who knows, maybe seeing his face would make the blond remember everything! Like a movie

He knocks with his foot

“Open!” izuku froze as he heard a familiar woman's voice

But it wasn't Mina's nor ochakos or anybody from his class…

It was..camie–his toxic ex

He slammed the door open, shocking both her and bakugo who was in the bed

“What are you doing here?!” izuku points at her

“Oh–it's you” she rolls her eyes which pisses him off even more

“Me?! You aren't allowed to see him, did you forget?!”

“The fuck do you think you are?” bakugo finally asked which made izukus eyes widen

“He's the guy I told you that's like–super jealous” she says “Ew, why the FUCK did they let you inside?!”

“Because–because I'm in your emergency contacts, whatever she told you she's lying” izuku tries to take a step forward but she stands up

“Take another step and I'm screaming for help, how–how dare you come back to us after what you did to me?” she whispers

“Huh?” izuku tilts his head in disbelief “You dare to say huh after what you did to her? You fucker”

“What–what did I do? What lie did she tell you!”

“I can't believe that you would ask that! You were the liar and manipulator” she points “God– fine, I’ll call the others and see how much of a manipulator I am” izuku glares as he takes out his phone

“We’re back!” Denki said as he opened the door for the others to bring the fast food

“We managed to keep lying to him and– oh fuck” the small blond with the lighting on his hair cursed

“Guys!” izuku calls out, his tired face finally showing a hint of a smile

“Please explain to camie how she's feeding him lies!”

His smile slowly fades as the others frown at him

“What lie? You're the one that took advantage of bakugou when they took a break from each other” mina crosses her arms “Huh? What? No! When they–kacchan came to me!”

“Stop calling me that name, only camie and dunce face can” bakugo glares

‘I miss you calling me kacchan’ is what the audio said…

Marriage, is the next step in their relationship

“I..this /isn't/ you. They're all lying to you” izuku grits out, tears threatening to fall. Why was he so sad about this? Why were all his emotions hitting him at once? It was clear bakugou had no idea what was happening

“They're not lying! How can I believe one ugly ass guy over 6 people huh?!” “Then I’ll call your mother or mine” izuku takes his phone out

“Fuck off, you jealous bitch, and to think you would choose a plush as ugly as that to give to me” bakugo grits out and izuku is too stunned to speak “Ka..kacchan” izuku tries to call out Kirishima places a hand on izuku's shoulder

“Come on man, stop bothering them”

“And clean your fucking face, you look ugly as fuck. Whoever’s an ass you end up dating and bothering, they better have their expectations on the floor!” bakugo laughs, izuku looks down in shame as the others in the room join him

“Yeah–I bet he has to pay them to even look at his annoying ass” camie cackles “Where’s my money for being his friend then? Ya know?” Hanta makes a money hand gesture to izuku and his hands begin to tremble as everyone's laugh muddles his head

The green hair grits his teeth before throwing the plush in the trash bin, small sparks fizzled in and out from his hair and the room was quiet again, the smaller boy walks up to the blond, glaring at the woman next to him, daring her to touch him

“Katsuki” izuku grabs bakugos hand and lightly grips it

“Listen. /Listen to me/ they are lying-” izuku managed to block a punch to his face with katsukis free hand

“Don't you dare to touch me, whore” “..whore?” izuku trails off and he glances around to see the others trying to hold their laugh

“I don't know what they told you–but maybe you always thought of me this way and you losing your memory made you lose that filter. I'm moving some of my shit back to mom, have fun” he says as he takes off his glove, takes his promise ring out, and throws it in the trash. He didn't want to do this

WHY was he doing this?! He needs to fight more! He needs to force the blond to look at his phone

“Talk to me when things don't start to make sense” izuku reminds and then points at everyone else “And fuck you all, I hope you when you know what she did to him you would realize how much of a mistake you all did”

“The only mistake I did was leaving him when I couldn't handle a relationship” She grits out “I don't care, now you can. Take care of him, okay?”

“I'm not a fucking baby” “Sure, fuck you all!” izuku gives them all the middle finger as he walks out of the room

Marriage was the next step in their relationship, maybe it was a good thing things came to a stop

Maybe he should've fought harder, stuck with him until the end and remembered everything

Izuku clicks the elevator button and takes a deep breath

He can't cry

Not here, not yet, to nobody

Maybe everything he said to izuku was something his head was bottling for years and he finally said it

He doesn't care

He can't care

His shaking hand slowly calls his mom

“ ‘Ma..” “Izuku! You're finally back?! Please visit when you feel better I'm going to prepare your favorite food”

“..ma..please..at home..pick me up at my house and–and help me pack”

There was silence and izuku let out a small sniffle

“I'm on my way, don't worry about anything, okay? I got you” “O-okay” “Its okay izu–you're okay”

“I'm not–and I don't think I will–for a while”

“..that's okay too”

TBC

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