#who is deku's disaster boyfriend?

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A Persistent Lack of Follow Through, Chapter 1: Wax & Wane

Chapter Links: One, Two, Three

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Female Reader

Rating: Mature 18+

Tags: Breaking Up & Making Up, Angst with a Happy Ending, Personal Growth, Drinking, Sexual Content, Non-Explicit Sex, Weddings, Child Abuse, Todoroki Enji's Bad Parenting, Abusive Todorioki Enji, Pining, Shouto is Bad at Feelings, Natural Disasters, Fire, Serious Injuries, Domestic Fluff, Implied Pregnancy

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Shouto had learned a lot from his Father; how to take a hit, how to pull himself back up, and how to hold a grudge.

But one thing Endeavor could never teach his children was how to be a good partner.

Shouto had to learn that particular skill the hard way.

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He had spent long, sleepless nights reflecting on the things you had told him; the reasons you left. Every moment of your acquaintance was turned over repeatedly in his head and examined until one devastating conclusion was reached:

"I was a bad boyfriend," Shouto muttered dejectedly, idly picking at the label of the shochu bottle in the middle of the table.

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A story where Shouto loves, loses, and learns.

Continue reading below, or follow the link to Ao3!

Todoroki Shouto was absolutely sure about three things.   

The first was that nearly every food tastes better cold.  Cold soba?  Classic. Cold pizza? A revelation.  Frozen peas?  No point even heating them up in his opinion. 

The second was that his small circle of friends was the best thing that had ever happened to him.  When he had been at his lowest point in life, angry, disillusioned, and simmering in a cesspool of hate and futility; they had pulled him up and showed him the possibility that laid before him if he stepped off the path his Father had set him on and paved his own way in life.  

And the third was that he had unintentionally lost the love of his life.

It was hard for him to pinpoint when exactly your relationship had started because the transition from acquaintance to friend to lover had been so seamless.  He remembered meeting you one day at Deku's agency, a quick introduction as you passed papers around the table to the necessary parties.  You hadn't stuttered or blushed at his presence, didn't try to touch him or slip your phone number into his pocket; you just passed him a Uravity branded pen with a small smile before tucking yourself into the corner to take notes during the presentation the official from Public Works and Utilities was putting on.

He liked that.

And, as time would come to reveal, he liked you.

He would wait until the News stations would cut to live footage of Deku, a brilliant bolt of green cutting through the sky, to call his private line; knowing his calls would be rerouted to your desk.  

"Shouto!" You laughed into the receiver, unaware of the frantic beating of his heart that left him slightly winded. "You aren't going to believe this, but you just missed Deku.  Again!"

"Really?" He says, doing his best to sound surprised.

"Yes!  I'm starting to think this isn't coincidental."

"Oh?" Shouto gulps, stomach in knots at the idea that you're cottoning on to his grand machinations to talk to you every week.

"Do you have an additional Quirk you're keeping up your sleeve?"

"I don't think Bad Timing is much of a Quirk," Shouto snorts.  "But even so, you would know if I had three Quirks.  My Father would have mentioned it in every interview if I did.  The first known child with three individual Quirks would just have been another feather in his cap."

"I can blame Endeavor for a lot of things, but bragging about you is completely understandable.  You make everyone who knows you proud, Shouto."

Shouto wondered if you counted yourself in that group.  He hoped you did.  The idea that you would watch footage of him swooping onto the scene of a disaster and feel a blossom of fondness unfurl in your chest as he worked made him feel dizzy; completely overwhelmed by the implications of what that might mean.  

"Anyway, enough of me blathering on and wasting your time.  Would you like to leave a message for Deku?" You inquired, the sound of a pen sharply clicking in the background as you awaited Shouto's instructions.  

"Ah- it's not important.  I'll try back later."

"Well, with your luck I'm sure I'll be talking to you then!" You laugh, a joyous sort of snort that always makes Shouto smile. 

"I certainly hope so," Shouto smirked, knowing full well that luck had nothing to do with it. Happiness wasn't an accident, it had to be worked for just like everything else worthwhile in life.  

He had spent too many years living a life that had been curated by someone else's hand.  Until the day he died he was determined to leave nothing to chance.

Todoroki Shouto would craft his own good fortune.

"You should go home," Shouto croaked, his voice rough from exhaustion as he ruffled a weary hand through his bangs.  He'd been stationed at the long conference table at Deku's agency all day, reviewing the details of a sting operation that had been planned for months now.  The last push before the start of an operation was always brutal, with everyone checking and rechecking every detail to minimize collateral damage.  The rest of the team had filtered out hours ago, leaving Shouto agonizing over a stack of search warrants from the DA's office.

"That's rich, coming from you.  You'd already clocked a few hours by the time I showed up to work this morning," you snorted, feeding a stack of classified documents into the jaws of a paper shredder. 

"There isn’t even anything for you to be doing here so late.”

“I’m a Hero Assistant.  So long as there’s a Hero around,” you paused in your shredding to point at Shouto. “I’m supposed to be of assistance,” you finish, motioning to yourself with a flourish. 

“I don’t need any assistance.” 

“Oh?  Who is it that got you multiple cups of tea over the past three hours?  Or contacted your secretary to push back your morning appointments?  And who has been coming behind you and reorganizing all the paperwork you’ve been shuffling all out of order?” you paused during your tirade to tap your lips in mock thoughtfulness.  “That’s right- it was me.”

Shouto paused and looked around at the pristinely organized stacks of files surrounding him and the steaming cup of genmaicha at his elbow.  

“Oh.” 

Snorting, you swivel your chair back around to face the shredder, pulling a paperclip from the top of a folder before pushing it into the shredder teeth.  

“Thank you,” Shouto said as he gazed down at the table, mortified by his oversight.  “And I’m sorry.  For not noticing all the work you were doing for me.”

“It’s okay,” you assured him with a tired smile. “You’re a good man, Shouto.  I want to support you in any way I can.” 

“Because it’s your job?”

“No,” you admitted, scratching at your ear bashfully as you examined a particularly interesting spot on the carpet.  “Not just because of that.”          

Despite the late hour and the fact that he knew that the last trains of the night would be pulling into the station soon, Shouto was suddenly in much less of a hurry to send you on your way.

While you were busy emptying the shredder drum into a large trash bag Shouto surreptitiously slid one of the files from the table onto the floor, pushing his gear bag over top of it.  

“Oh no,” he gasped exaggeratedly.  “It looks like I'm missing the file from the Mayor's Office.  Have you seen it?"

"What?" You yelp in horror, rushing over to Shouto's side; grabbing a stack of files and flipping through them with a level of expertise and precision Shouto couldn't help but admire.  "Oh, this is awful!   We're going to have to search until we find it!  It's too important to leave it unaccounted for."

"I'm sure it will turn up," Shouto said as he ran a consoling hand between your shoulder blades. "You're very tense."

"Well, we've somehow managed to misplace a collection of important documents.  A little bit of tension is warranted, I think."

Shouto increased the pressure of his hand, warming it slightly and delighting when he felt your muscles slacken under his palm.  

"Oooooh," you moaned, dropping your head down towards your chest.  "That feels heavenly, Shouto."

"Here," Shouto said as he gripped your shoulders and guided you to sit down in one of the plush office chairs, sliding into the one next to you.  

"Panicking won't help matters.  Let's take a deep breath, relax, and work together to find that folder.”

“You’re right,” you admitted with a weary sigh, eyeing the towering stack of folders you had to meticulously sift through.  “This is going to take forever, isn’t it?”

“It will,” Shouto hummed in agreement, sipping at his cooling tea with one hand while sliding a folder in front of him with the other. “But I couldn’t ask for better company to spend forever with.”  

Shouto couldn’t help but grin at your garbled response, shifting his focus down to the file in front of him to give you a moment to center yourself and regather your wits.  You eventually were able to mumble your thanks before you distracted yourself by diving into the monumental workload before you.     

The hours ticked by, full of talking and laughter and breathless moments where knees or hands would brush softly against each other.  You had originally chalked the glancing touches as accidental, the result of exhaustion and waning focus taking hold in the early morning hours.  But each brief touch was paired with an intense stare and gentle smile from Todoroki that eventually bolstered your courage enough for you to dare to run a timid finger along the inside of his wrist- his pulse thundering despite his calm exterior.  A barely audible gasp escaped his lips when you settled your hand down next to his, your much smaller pinky nestled up next to his.  

Without a single moment of hesitation, he linked your little fingers together with a pleased hum; squeezing your smaller digit with his warmer one.        

He should have known better, should have realized that the break in his Father's defense was a calculated feint instead of the result of dealing with the onslaught of Shouto's tiny fists.  But he was young- inexperienced and zealous; desperate to meet the expectations set so far overhead he wasn't sure he'd ever be tall enough to reach them.  

The feel of his Father’s massive palm impacting his chest was expected, but frustrating nonetheless.  And in his haste to make contact- to touch his Father, to hit his Father, to hurt his Father- he had shifted his feet from their bracing stance and was unable to stay standing in the aftermath of the blow.  Shouto went down hard and landed poorly, his shoulder grinding into the tatami below him as he let out a pained yelp.  

“You did well to see the opening I left for you,” his Father said as he rose from the cushion he’d been sitting on, striding slowly across the room towards him.    

Shouto hated how his heart leapt at the faint praise while his body cowered in fear.  It was unfair to make someone feel such different feelings at the same time; too confusing and cruel for him to understand.  

He hoped it made sense when he was older.       

Enji stopped a hair's breadth away from Shouto’s prone form, his foot running the length of Shouto’s torso.  It was a bodily measurement Shouto was painfully aware of as he’d spent many evenings in front of a mirror, examining the bruises those feet left behind; sickly purple toe prints curling along his clavicle and a mottled heel across his soft belly.   

“But you gave up every advantage that you had the moment you felt like you had the upper hand.  You can’t assume that you’ve won.  You need to make sure of it,” Enji snapped.  “Your lack of follow through will get you hurt out in the field, or worse.” 

Even though he knew it was coming, even though he braced for the impact, the feeling of his Father’s foot slamming into his injured shoulder was agonizing; a sharp and blinding pain that left Shouto gasping for breath.  

“Remember this pain,” Enji huffed as he made his way towards the door, pushing it open in one swift motion.  “Learn from it.  Or the lesson will be repeated.”

Enji didn’t wait for a response as he slid the door closed behind him the same way he did everything; with too much force and without looking back.      

Like all Heroes, Shouto was accustomed to making split second decisions.  So when Deku had bemoaned the early departure his office gofer (which, as Shouto recently learned from a strongly worded email from HR, is someone who runs miscellaneous errands and not what you call employees with unspecified Rodent Quirks), Shouto was quick to make the most of this unexpected opportunity. 

Unclipping his cellphone from his belt, he silently slid it down into the seat of the chair he'd been occupying during the quarterly Task Force meeting at Deku's agency before bidding his friends and colleagues farewell and heading back to his agency at a brisk jog.

Knowing you, he only had a few minutes to act before you did your routine after-the-meeting sweep of the conference room, where you would inevitably discover his abandoned phone.  

"Good day," Shouto said, throwing his long-time receptionist a smile and a small wave as he breezed in through the entrance to his office.  "I have a lot of very pressing work.  Can you order some lunch for me?  Suzumiya's, if it's possible?"

"Of course, Sir.  I'll call right away."

With a parting wave he shut his office door behind him and sped to his desk, throwing himself into his leather office chair with such force that his momentum sent the chair spinning out across the floor. 

"Oh, come on- ," Shouto huffed, kicking off the wall with two feet and propelling himself back towards his desk, chair wheels squeaking in protest of his rough handling.  He reached his destination just in time to watch the red light on his desk phone click off, indicating the end of his receptionist's call for take-out.  

Shouto picked up his receiver and quickly punched in the number for his favorite restaurant, anxiously drumming his fingers on his navy blue desk pad as he waited for his call to be picked up.

"Hello," Shouto greeted pleasantly once he was connected. "I would like to place an order for delivery."

"Shouto! " You called out through gasping breaths as you burst through his office door, phone held aloft over your head.  "I- I have your- have your phone!"

Shouto was at your side in the blink of an eye, guiding you to sit in one of his guest chairs with a hand at your waist, fingers splayed wide over your hip in an effort to feel as much of you as possible during the brief moment of contact allotted to him. 

"Here, why don't you sit down and catch your breath for a moment?" 

"That's- that's a good- idea, " you pant, collapsing bonelessly into the chair and letting your head loll over the back rest, closing your eyes as you heaved deep gasping breaths.  Shouto smiled down fondly at you before plucking his phone out of your loose grasp, pocketing it before running a chilled hand across your clammy forehead.  

The moan you let when his cold hand hit your warm forehead was positively salacious and Shouto couldn't quiet the whisper in the back of his head that insisted that sound would be better suited for a more intimate setting.  

"You know, if you ever get tired of the Hero life, you and those hands would make an absolute killing as a masseuse," you joked as his chilly fingers traced free-form shapes across your forehead. 

"Oh?  So I make you feel good?" Shouto purred, kicking the temperature of his fingers down a couple of degrees when he felt your face burning under his touch.  

“I- well, that is-,” you stammer nervously, your chest beginning to heave from something other than physical exertion.  You’re saved from answering by a knock on the office door, Shouto’s secretary slipping into the room with her arms full of carry out bags.  

“Sir?  I think there was a mix-up at the restaurant.  They sent way more food than what I ordered.” 

“Hmm.  Well, these things do happen,” Shouto replied magnanimously, patting your cheek to signal the end of your impromptu massage.  “I’m sure you didn’t get a chance to eat before rushing over here, so why don’t you stay and have lunch with me?”

“Oh, I shouldn’t.  I already have lunch back at the office,” you objected half-heartedly, the aroma emanating from the brown paper bags making your mouth water.  Whatever was in the bags his secretary had dropped off onto his desk smelled far more appetizing than the leftovers you had shoved into the break room fridge that morning.    

“You would be doing me a favor, honestly,” Shouto pleaded as he opened the bags and began pulling out a seemingly endless series of containers.  “This is way more food than I could possibly eat by myself.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am,” He nodded, moving to sit on top of his desk.  “Consider it a thank you gesture for returning my phone so promptly.”  

“Well, how could I resist an offer like that?” you laughed, quickly popping open one of the containers of yakisoba.    

“I didn’t think you would,” Shouto whispered to himself, biting into a dumpling with a wide smile on his face. 

“Wha’ was tha’?” you mumble from around a mouthful of food, swallowing quickly before continuing. “I missed what you said just then.” 

“Oh, nothing,” Shouto assured you.  “Just talking to myself.”

“Well, I can’t blame you for that,” you grinned, peering curiously into the open containers surrounding Shouto, reaching into the one by his hip and grabbing a stir-fried carrot.  “You’re a lot of fun to talk to.”

“I am?”

“Definitely.  In fact, I wouldn’t mind talking to you again sometime.  When we’re, you know, not at work,” you reply bashfully, gaze darting between Shouto’s wide eyes and the chopsticks that were beginning to bow in your over-tight grasp.  

“I would like that a lot,” he agreed breathlessly as joy clogged up his lungs, pushing out the air and making it hard to breathe through his exultation.  

“Good!  Good.  That’s good.  So we should, uh- we should do that, then!” 

The phone you had returned was in Shouto’s hands in record time, his lunch set aside as he brought up his calendar with a few quick taps.  

“Just name the time and place and I’ll be there,” he replied earnestly, eyes soft as he watched you spring for your purse to dig out your own phone to coordinate your schedules for your date.    

Word had spread quickly across both his and Deku’s agencies about the budding romance happening during work hours.  Your coworkers were impressively motivated to find every opportunity to force you into crossing paths, which Shouto was deeply and eternally grateful for.  Every misrouted letter and surprise last-minute meeting provided Shouto with ample opportunities for stolen kisses and lingering touches during the day.  Without their loving interference he’d be forced to endure impossibly long stretches of time without being able to regularly remind himself of what your lip balm tasted like. 

A seemingly endless series of talk show interviews had kept you separated for the first half of the week, the unfortunate consequence of having saved a well-known politician's son when a fire broke out at his nursery school.  Shouto was beyond anxious to see you again, speeding through the security checks at Deku’s agency in record time.  He tapped his foot off-beat from the quiet elevator music, a subtle orchestral version of the old All Might cartoon theme, while he waited impatiently for the elevator to crawl to the top floor.

Bounding out before the doors were even fully open, Shouto ground to a halt almost immediately at the sight that awaited him.  

The tallest man Shouto had ever seen was leaning over you while you sat at your desk, doubled over at the waist to bring his face level to yours.  He was wearing a tan suit that, while standard, was cut well and flattered his overlong form; loathe as Shouto was to admit it.  You were laughing- no, worse - you were giggling at something he'd said with a luminescent smile painted across your face.

Well, that simply wouldn't do.  

With renewed purpose, Shouto slowed his pace down to a stride, shoulders back and chest out in the way that Fuyumi assured him radiated confidence and his Mother said made him look very dashing and handsome.  

Natsuo had told him it looked like he was desperately trying to hold in a fart, but considering his extensive list of dating failures Shouto wasn't putting too much stock in his brother's divergent opinion.  But to err on the side of caution, he relaxed his gluteal muscles a fraction- just in case. 

“Shouto!” You chirped happily when you finally noticed his approach.  “Are you ready for lunch?”

“I already called ahead to the restaurant.  They have a table waiting for us.”

“We should probably hurry along then,” you said, pushing away from your desk and standing up.  “It was great to talk to you again, Takai.  I’m glad your business trip went well.  Maybe we can meet up for coffee soon?”

The man, Takai, straightened up as you stood, still hunching slightly to avoid bumping into the sprinkler head positioned directly above your desk.  

“That would be lovely.  It seems like we have a lot to catch up on,” he replied affably, giving Shouto a quick once over before turning away in an obvious dismissal.  

“I just need to duck back into the conference room really quickly to grab my sweater and then we can head out.  It should just take a minute,” you explained as you threw your purse over your shoulder and sped towards the door at the end of the hall.  Both men watched your retreat with fond looks on their faces that disappeared the moment they caught each other’s gaze.      

“I don’t believe we’ve had the chance to officially make each other’s acquaintance.  My name is Takai Seiji.  I’m the lead accountant in the Finance Department.”

“Pro Hero Shouto.”

“I know who you are,” Takai stated coolly, turning to face Shouto.  “But more importantly, I know what, or should I say who, you want.”

“I want for nothing,” Shouto assured him, baring his teeth with a bright smile.  “I have everything I could possibly desire.”

“For now, perhaps.  I’m not naive enough to think that I can compete with the thrill of dating a Professional Hero.  Expense Reports just aren’t that stimulating to most,” Takai conceded with a sigh, a long fingered hand scratching at his eyebrow in frustration. “But the bloom on the rose won’t last forever, and I am a very patient man.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Shouto bristled, waving stiffly down the hall to you as you made your way back towards your desk.    

“I guess this is just my way of informing you of my intentions,” Takai said with a saccharine smile, extending a hand out in a performative show of goodwill.  “May the best man win.”

“I'm certain I already have,” Shouto replied, his grin razor sharp as he grasped Takai's hand firmly in his, refusing to wince as Takai’s rope-like fingers tightened around his hand like a vice.  He abruptly dropped the temperature of his hand in retaliation, a spike of satisfaction shooting through him when Takai hissed in discomfort.

“Well, it sure looks like you two are getting along famously!” you say as you sidle up next to Shouto, taking their handshake to be a show of geniality and not the crushing test of masculine endurance it actually was. 

“Of course!” Takai replied cheerfully as he pulled his hand back to his side, curling and uncurling his fingers to increase the circulation to his tingling fingertips.  “We have a lot in common, Shouto and I.”  

"Oh?  Like what?"

"We both hold a deep appreciation for the finer things in life," Shouto murmured sweetly as he threaded your fingers together, gently cradling your smaller hand in his.  

"Shouto !" you giggled, bringing a hand up to push his face away from your neck, his eyelashes tickling you as they fluttered rapidly against your skin.

"Hmm?" He hummed through the kiss he was pressing to the juncture of your shoulder, releasing his lips with a wet pop as he pulled away from you.  "What is it?"

"I have to get up!  I'm going to be late for work."

"Do you have to?" Shouto grumbled, dropping his weight off of his arms to press you down into the mattress, trapping you beneath him.

"Yes!  Five days a week!"

"Can't you skip it?" Shouto whined, running his hands up your sides, fingers tracing looping circles under the hem of your night shirt.  

"You can't just skip an audit from the Government, Shouto," you said, ruffling your fingers through the part in his hair, delighting in watching the red and white strands mix together into a rosy hue.  

"Call in sick then."

"I'm not sick."

"No, but I am," Shouto croaked, coughing unconvincingly into his closed fist. "You need to stay home and take care of me."

"Shouto-"

"Oh, I think I'm developing a fever," he whined, pulling one of your hands up to rest on his forehead. "See?  I'm getting warmer."

"Hmmm, you are warm.  But only on one side of your body.  How odd.  I wonder what the cause of that could possibly be," you snort, pushing at his shoulder with your free hand until he deigned to roll off of you with a sigh, taking the blankets with him.  

"A half-body fever sounds very serious.  I probably shouldn't be left alone."

"Very true," you said, tossing open the closet door and rifling through the section reserved for your work clothes.  "I'll text Iida and see if he can run by to check on you a couple times today."

"Oh, that's alright.  No need to bother him.  I think my fever might be breaking anyway," Shouto dismissed, the flush on his right cheek vanishing in an instant.  

"It's an Audit Day miracle!" You cheer, buttoning up your blouse while Shouto sulked in his blanket nest.  With a soft smile, you crawl back onto the bed and press a quick good-bye kiss to his deeply pouting lips.  

"Rest up and enjoy your day off.  Once the Audit is done I'll take the rest of the day and come home early.  Want me to bring dinner back with me?"

"No, I'll cook something since I'll be home," Shouto said, lifting his arms above his head as he yawned, pausing mid-stretch when his words caught up with him.

"Home, huh?" You grin brightly back at him as you sling your purse over your neck and fish around in the side pocket for your keys.  

"I mean- I'll be here.   Here in your home.  Not my home.  Because I don't live here," Shouto stammered, somehow nervous about how you would respond to the implication of cohabitation- a topic that had yet to come up during your time together.  

"It's fine, Shouto. I like that you're so comfortable at my place; that it feels like home to you," you reassure him. "Maybe one day it will be.  Your home, I mean," you stumble, fiddling with your keys in a sudden bout of sheepishness.  

"Yeah?" Shouto asked, sitting up straighter in bed, the covers pooling around his waist as he focused his attention solely on you, which did absolutely nothing to help calm the erratic thundering of your heart.  

"Yeah," you agreed with no hesitation, taking in the sight of your handsomely disheveled boyfriend tangled up in your bedding and relishing the bubbly warmth it filled your heart with.  

"Well then, I guess I'll see you when you get home," Shouto said, waving good-bye as you closed the door behind you and made your way out of the apartment and across town.  With a dopey grin stretching across his face, Shouto falls backwards into the pile of pillows at the head of the bed, taking in the little hints of you littered throughout the room. 

Knickknacks and souvenirs from trips long past shoved into tiny slivers of space between novels on the bookcase, mismatched picture frames spread across the top of your dresser and desk, the lingering smell of your sweat and shampoo wafting up from the pillow under his cheek.

"Home, " he sighed fondly.

The Audit, while stressful, was proceeding as well as expected.  Takai ran a tight ship in the accounting department so you knew the books would be nothing short of immaculate.  You could tell that he was deeply confident with what results of the inspection would be as he glided around the room, chest puffed out with pride and a self-assured grin on his face, seemingly daring anyone to find a misplaced decimal or inaccurate sum. 

The most daunting part of the process was the presence of the Lead Auditor, a severe looking older woman without a single laugh line amongst the creases in her face and an aloof demeanor that reminded you of your high school Geography teacher in all the worst ways.  She had cleaved to your side immediately upon entering the building, flipping through a report summary while you confirmed dates and times of specific purchases on Deku's professional calendar on your work phone. 

Your working cell was an unwieldy thing, extremely sensitive with an overly large screen that made it easier for viewing documents out on the go.  The larger screen also allowed for the very unprofessional and very intimate picture of Shouto that popped up in a full-screen preview to be seen with an astounding amount of detail and clarity.

Shouto was posed in front of your stove, a frying pan in hand and a spatula in the other as he winked rakishly over his shoulder, his back totally bare except for where the floral straps of your apron crossed his hips.  The swath of exposed flesh continued on well past his waist though, the start of his callipygian cleft easily discernible above the bottom edge of the photo.  

The photo was mercifully pushed from your screen by an incoming text message which, much to your dawning horror, was also from Shouto:

"Dinner (and me) are ready whenever you are ;)"

"Oh, God," you squeaked, mortified that your boyfriend had inadvertently flashed his butt to a government official.  You tapped the screen wildly to hide the text, accidentally opening the messaging app in your haste and zooming in on Shouto's exposed derriere.

"OH, GOD," you squealed, desperately fumbling for the power button before giving up entirely and slamming the phone screen down onto a nearby desk.  Face burning, you hazard a glance at the Lead Auditor, gaze settling somewhere in the vicinity of her nose since you were pretty sure you'd never be able to look her in the eyes again without melting in shame.  

"I'm so, so sorry-," you begin to stammer, coming to an abrupt halt at her raised hand.

"This has certainly been the most… revealing Audit I've overseen in a very long time," she responded evenly, her face stoic and completely unreadable.  "I believe the ladies back at the office will be just as interested in my findings."

You drop your head into your hands, moaning piteously as she shuffled through her packet of papers with a satisfied hum.

"Alright, Team!" She barked out loudly, startling everyone in the room except for her employees, who seemed accustomed to suddenly being yelled at by their boss in the middle of the work day.  

"Wrap up what you're doing and get ready to head out.  We'll take our copies and finish things up back at the office.  We've taken up enough of their time today.  I'm sure everyone is very anxious to get home," she said as she stared meaningfully at you, her lips curling infinitesimally at the corners.

You nodded weakly in acknowledgement, waiting until she turned away to chew out one of her subordinates before picking up your phone with shaking hands, relieved to see the screen had shut off and locked during its exile.  

"Shouto, you little shit, " you hiss quietly at your phone, angrily navigating back to his cheeky photo and pressing the 'save image' button so hard you're mildly surprised your screen didn't crack.  

"You're lucky you're so damn handsome."

You loved how the world shrank in these moments, how there was nothing else to focus on than the feeling of your legs locked around Shouto's waist as his hips rocking gently into yours, the scratchiness of your clearance rack sheets rubbing against your back, your heaving breaths synchronizing with the ticking of your wall clock.

In these brief instances Shouto was yours and yours alone.  Every moment he was in your arms and bed was an opportunity to selfishly hoard him to yourself; to keep him from his fans and his friends and the broken fragments of his family.  

You wanted desperately to be good, to be selfless and understanding of his duties and responsibilities.  But as he moaned your name brokenly into your shoulder as his hips stuttered, you couldn't help the greedy though that spun through your brain on repeat- more.

"More, Shouto," you gasped, tightening your thighs to keep him in place inside of you.  "I want more."

"Whatever you want," Shouto swore, tongue swiping over the hammering pulse in your neck.

"I just want you."

"Good," Shouto smiled, his eyes creasing happily.  "Because I just want you, too."

"Would it be possible to have a moment of your time before you head back to your agency, Shouto?" You asked while fluttering around the long conference table, scooping up abandoned report summaries and recapping borrowed pens. 

"Of course," Shouto agreed readily, bidding farewell to the other Heroes as they filed out of the room and into the hallway, snagging the complimentary sandwiches and pieces of fruit you had spent the morning artfully arranging as they left.  

Souto waited for the conference room door to close before he swooped in, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace.  

"There we go," Shouto sighed contentedly.  "I've been waiting to do that all morning."

You buried your nose into the shoulder of his Hero uniform, breathing in the scent of his freshly laundered suit.  Whatever they used to make the fabric withstand the extreme elemental onslaught of Shouto's Quirks imbued the cloth with an acrid sort of smell that you'd likely never get fully used to, but had come to tolerate with time.  

"You had a question for me?" Shouto asked, the rumbling of his words passing through his chest and into yours, the timbre of his voice echoing inside you.  

"I did," you murmured contentedly, reluctantly pulling away from the cradle of Shouto's arms to look him in the eye.  "A group of my friends are coming in from out of town this weekend.  I know it's short notice, but I was wondering if you'd like to meet them?"

"Oh," Shouto replied evenly, his muscles tensing minutely under your fingertips.  "Is it really a good time for that?"

"What do you mean?"

"It just seems, I don't know, too soon to be doing that sort of thing?"

"We've been dating for months now, Shouto.  It's getting to be time for this sort of thing," you insist. "Besides, I've already met all of your friends!"

"That's different.  You work with them," Shouto chuckled.

"I mean, yeah, but the principle is still the same!" You huffed, slackening your arms and letting them drop back down to your side, leaving Shouto's arms drooped loosely around your waist.  "I'm not even sure the next time we'll all be together again.  I haven't seen some of them in nearly a year!"

"All the more reason for you to go alone.  I wouldn't want to interrupt your visit. You should go and spend some quality time with your friends and catch up," he encouraged, holding your chin in place as he dropped gentle kisses down your face; first your forehead, then the tip of your nose, and then finally your lips.  "I have to go now, but we'll talk more later, alright?"

"Yes!  Oh, I'm sorry I kept you for so long," you apologized, pulling yourself out of his embrace, fiddling with your hands as he threw his work bag over his shoulder and jogged out the door, throwing a quick parting wave over his shoulder before he disappeared down the hallway.  With a disappointed sigh you went back to work straightening the conference room; pushing in chairs and making sure all the confidential documents made it into the shredding pile.

"We'll talk later," you nod resolutely to yourself, mentally constructing points and counterpoints for a conversation that would never come. 

"It's such a bummer your boyfriend couldn't make it!" Your friend commiserated, stabbing at a tomato in her salad and giving a frustrated grunt when it rolled out from underneath the tines of her fork.  

"Yeah!  We were looking forward to meeting him!" Another chimed in from down the table, doing her best to maintain balance on her overly large margarita glass without elbowing the other women squeezed in on either side of her.   

"Things are good between you?" Your friend asked, biting down victoriously on the tomato skewered on the end of her fork, pulling a disgruntled face as she chewed.  "Ugh, it's mealy."

"Things are great!" You assured them, pushing a piece of broccoli across your plate with a cold french fry.  "It's just still early, you know?  We're still learning about each other, feeling out boundaries, that sort of stuff."

Your friends all made various noises of understanding, waiting for you to elaborate more on your situation.  When no further explanation came, they shot knowing looks across the table at each other before sending you supportive smiles; your friend at the very end flagging down a waitress to order you another drink.   

"No biggie!  We'll meet them the next time we visit!" 

"Right.  Next time for sure!" you agreed readily, not liking how much that felt like a lie on your tongue.  

You were putting the finishing touches on dinner, everything prepared and ready for plating when you felt a firm tugging on your apron strings.  

"Hold on, I'm almost done here," you chuckled, doing your best to ignore the pulling at your waist as you popped open the lid of the rice cooker, shoving in the paddle and giving the grains a good fluff.  

"It can wait, can't it?" Shouto asked, running his fingers down the bare skin of your neck, his chilly fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake.  You moaned at the feel of his cool hands against your dewy skin, your body overwarm from a combination of exertion and the additional heat from the stove and countertop oven running simultaneously.  

"What's important enough to delay dinner after a long day?" You asked, leaning your neck back into the chilly cradle of Shouto's hand with a pleased hum.

"I heard a song today."

"Oh?  What sort of song?"

"One that made me think of you," Shouto answered coyly.  "A romantic one- sweet and soft.  All I could think about all day was coming home, turning on that song, and dancing with you."

"I can't wait to hear it," you said, abandoning your paddle in the rice and turning to slide your arms up over Shouto's shoulders and around his neck.

"Well, here's the thing,” he grimaced. “I got so distracted listening to it that I forgot to look it up.  And then I had to answer a call about a robbery in progress and by the time I got through with that I couldn't recall any of the lyrics-"

"And now you can't find it," you giggled.

"And now I can't find it," Shouto agreed, sighing in obvious dismay.  "But, I was hoping you'd still be willing to grant me the incredible honor of dancing with you.”

“How could I possibly say no to a request like that?” you said softly, taking his hand in yours and letting him pull you out into the living room, leading you in a lazy two-step around the ottoman as he hummed an unfamiliar melody; a song meant for you that you’d never know.    

Shouto wasn't expecting to have his legs suddenly swept out from under him, but experience had honed his reflexes well and his arms shot out to slow his descent, preventing his face from impacting the ground at full speed.  His cheek was still smashed into the floor, it was unavoidable at the speed he was falling, but he would walk away from this fight with just a fat lip instead of spitting out teeth.

He quickly rolled onto his back, flexing his fingers and attempting to summon up his Quirks, but one look at his teacher's floating hair and gleaming red eyes instantly revealed the futility of his actions. 

"I yield," Shouto sighed as he let his arms flop down onto the ground, plumes of ash leftover from his fiery attacks shooting into the air around him at the impact.

"We've been over this before, Todoroki," Aizawa sighed, unwinding his capture scarf from Shouto’s ankle and draping it back into place around his shoulders.  "You're one of the strongest students in this school, but it's a different story out in the real world.  Turning your back on an opponent before you've confirmed victory is a surefire way to guarantee your Mother spends her weekend planning your funeral."

Despite knowing his teacher was a good man who wouldn't raise his hands except in defense, Shouto couldn't stop himself from wincing at the sound of Aizawa's approach; his body bracing instinctually for a blow that would never come.  Instead of the anticipated foot, a hand was extended instead; helping lift Shouto from the ground and pat remaining bits of ash from the sleeve of his shirt.  

"Your hits are connecting well," Aizawa assured him.  "You just need to follow through."

"Yes, Sir,” Shouto grumbled. “I'm well aware."

You’d have recognize Shouto’s sister anywhere.  Even if you hadn’t seen the entire Todoroki Family’s faces plastered over every gossip magazine for months when the terrible truth about their homelife had surfaced, the staggering list of features shared between them would have been an immediate give away.  It was strange in a way, seeing the face you adored copied and pasted onto an entirely different person; a feeling of familiarity carried by a stranger.  

“Shouto, look!” you said, tugging on his sleeve to gain his attention.  “Your sister is here!”

“My sister-,” Shouto muttered, looking up from the binder in his hands in alarm.  

“Shouto!” Fuyumi called out as she approached, waving cheerily at her brother, who raised a stiff hand back in greeting.  

“What are you doing here, Fuyumi?” Shouto asked, his brow wrinkled in bewilderment.  “Is Mom alright?”

“Mom’s totally fine.  Can’t a big sister drop by and visit her baby brother sometimes?”

“I…don’t know?  Can they?”  

“They can,” you nodded sagely, drawing Fuyumi’s attention away from her brother and onto yourself.  

“Oh, and who do we have here?” she drawled with a smile, taking in the miniscule distance between you and Shouto.  Nervousness flooded your body- this was it.  Your first time meeting a member of your Boyfriend’s family.  Determined to make a good first impression, you swallowed down your anxiety, stepped away from Shouto’s side, and extended a clammy hand towards Fuyumi.  

“I don’t believe we’ve been formally introduced.  I’m-”

“Deku’s Assistant!” Shouto shouted, cutting off your introduction and slapping the binder into your extended hand, causing you to frantically fumble for the plummeting notebook as it tumbled from your grasp.  

“Really?” Fuyumi huffed in disappointment, narrowing her eyes thoughtfully at you as you gripped the binder tightly to your chest.    

“Yep,” you croaked, mortification clogging your throat.  “That’s me, Deku’s Assistant.” 

“And she’s very, very busy,” Shouto explained with a strained smile.  “In fact, she was just getting ready to leave and head back to Deku’s agency, right?”            

“Right.  I’ll just- be going now,” you murmured, nodding at Fuyumi in acknowledgement as you passed.  “Nice meeting you.”

“You, too,” she replied, slipping into the place you deserted at Shouto’s side and pulling out her phone to show him something on her screen.  Fuyumi waved a cheery farewell to you as the elevator doors closed while Shotou’s focus remained glued to the phone in front of him, pointedly ignoring you as you departed.   

You were very proud of yourself for making it all the way to the first floor bathrooms before you broke down into tears.

The texts from Shouto started filtering in during your walk back to work, an unending series of chimes that had you rushing to turn off your phone when a group of old ladies started to loudly complain to each other about the noise.  And despite the anxiety you felt for the rest of the work day, you couldn’t bring yourself to read the texts until you were home and curled up in bed, pillows propped up behind you and a mug of herbal tea rapidly cooling on your nightstand.

“Here we go,” you sighed morosely, holding down the power button and watching your screen flair to life.  Your home screen was peaceful for a moment before your cell connected to the Wi-Fi in your apartment and was suddenly buffeted by waves of incoming messages and missed call notifications.  With a fortifying sip of tea, you open up your messaging app and select your chat log with Shouto.    

Shouto, 1:35pm “I’m so, so sorry about the thing with Fuyumi today.”

Shouto, 1:37pm “My family doesn’t know that I’m seeing anyone, and if Fuyumi finds out then everyone would know by the end of the day.  I love her, but she’s a terrible gossip.”  

Shouto, 1:40pm “The last thing I want is for my Father to know about you.”

Shouto: 1:41pm “He has a way of ruining everything good in my life.”

Shouto 1:41pm “And you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

Shouto, 1:59pm “I just panicked.”  

Shouto, 2:10pm “I know that’s no excuse, but it’s what happened.”

Shouto, 2:15pm “How can I make this up to you?”

Shouto, 2:30pm “I feel awful.”

Shouto 2:40pm “Did you get back to work okay?”

Shouto, 2:45 “Your commute shouldn’t be this long.”

Missed Call: Shouto, 2:45pm

Missed Call: Shouto, 2:46pm

Shouto, 2:47pm “Are you getting these messages?”

Missed Call: Shouto, 2:48pm

Missed Call: Shouto, 2:48pm

Shouto, 2:49pm “Please, pick up.” 

Missed Call: Shouto, 2:50pm

Shouto, 2:51pm “Can you please call me?  Let me know that you’re safe?”

Shouto, 3:02pm “I called Deku.  He says that you arrived back to work and are very busy.”

Shouto, 3:03pm “I’m so relieved that you’re alright.” 

Shouto, 3:33pm “I’m sorry for all the messages.  I was really worried.” 

Shouto, 5:16pm “Can you text me when you get home?”  

Shouto, 5:17pm “So we can talk about today?” 

Sobbing in frustration, you wipe at your wet cheeks with the back of your hand as you try and formulate a response, writing and erasing entire paragraphs of text a handful of times before giving up.  

“I was just caught off guard by your response to Fuyumi and got tied up with work stuff.  It's okay.”  You send in response; an easy lie because you were too tired to contend with the truth and all the unpleasant thoughts it would bring to the surface. 

“My family knows all about you,” you whisper to your home screen, a photo of you and Shouto in front of a gaggle of hungry ducks you’d discovered on a walk one morning.  “I honestly can’t stop talking about you.  Do you- do you ever talk about me ?” you whisper brokenly through your sobs.  

You’re pulled from your misery by the chiming of an incoming message, not from Shouto this time, but from Takai.  Worried there was some emergency situation at work, a common occurrence when you worked at a Hero Agency, you hurriedly open the incoming text.    

Takai, 8:45pm “I know it’s late, but I just wanted to check in and see how you were.  You looked pretty upset at work this afternoon.  Is there anything I can do to help?”

With a book tucked under his arm, Shouto moved to join you on the couch, pulling back the edge of the plush throw blanket you were curled up under and shoving his legs in, tangling them up with yours just like he'd done countless times before.  Normally, this would be a prime opportunity for Shouto to let his playful side out, either warming his leg until the heat underneath the blanket became unbearable or chilling his toes and shoving them under your shirt to hear you squeal.  

But the wrinkled skin between your brows as you stared unblinkingly at your phone screen gave him pause; your dour pensiveness causing a bubble of concern to well up inside of him.  

"You okay?" He questioned, rubbing a hand soothingly along your shin.

"I- yeah.  Yeah.  I'm alright," you sighed, scrubbing a hand down your face in frustration. 

"Really?"

"Mmhmm," you hummed, looking at Shouto over the top of your phone.  "Can I- can I ask you a question?"

"Of course.  Anything," Shouto replied solemnly, dropping his book down onto his lap to give you his full attention.  

"Do you ever think of the future?  About what your life- our life, will look like years from now?" You murmur, curling your toes in between the couch cushions to distract yourself as you wait for his answer.

"As a Hero there is never a guarantee of tomorrow, so I do my best to focus on the present.  Appreciate the here and now," he explained with a gentle smile as he knocked his knees against yours playfully.  

"And besides, what is there to change?  You can't improve on perfection, after all."

"Of course," you agreed with a hesitant nod of your head, sending a tight but reassuring smile Shouto's way as you directed your attention back to your phone, staring once again at a picture of one of your high school friends.  His grinning face filled the screen, looking well groomed and deliriously happy in a smokey gray suit with his beaming bride at his side.

Quickly going down through the checklist of digital niceties, you liked each picture in the gallery and let autofill extend your congratulations to the happy couple, tossing in a couple of emoji hearts to really sell the sentiment.  

You opened up your texting app with the intent to send him a more thoughtful and personalized private message, but you couldn't find the right words amidst your frantically tumbling thoughts.  Despite the sincere excitement you truly felt for your friend, the only thing that you could focus on was the hollow feeling in your chest as you suddenly realized that the man sitting next to you on the couch probably wouldn't be the one standing next to you on your wedding day.  

"What do you think of this one?" You asked, passing Shouto a bright teal towel to inspect.

"It's fine," he said, giving the towel a couple of firm pats.

"That's what you've said about all of them!" You huff in irritation, snatching the towel back from his hands and folding it quickly before placing it back onto the shelf.  It wasn't folded as neatly as the employees could do, but it was better than abandoning it in a crumpled up heap for the sales clerk to deal with.   

"And it was true about all of them!  They were all fine!" Shouto growled, ruffling his bangs in frustration when you spun away from him to examine the next display of towels.  "I don't know what you want from me here!"

"I want you to have an opinion about this!  You shower at my apartment all the time, so you should have some say about which towels I purchase."

"But they're your towels!  It shouldn't matter what I think!"

"But you'll be using them!" You groan in exasperation, closing your eyes and taking a few cleansing breaths before you return to comparing the price difference between the traditional towels and bath sheets.  

"If this is going to be an issue then I'll just stop!"

"Stop what, exactly?"

"I don't know," Shouto said, throwing his hands in the air in defeat.  "Showering at your place?  Using your towels?  Staying over as often?"

You stared at him, eyes wide, as his rant ended.  "I see," you whispered, pressing down onto a stack of lopsided towels with hands as shaky as your voice.  "Well.  I- I guess I'll just head home then."

"Yeah," Shouto sighed heavily, reaching out to take your hand.  "Let's get out of here.  We can grab dinner on the way back."

"No," you cried, pulling your hand from his.  "You're not coming with me.  I need some time alone."

"I- what ?" Shouto breathed in disbelief, a sudden bolt of panic spiking through his veins.  "Are you serious?"

"Yeah.  I am.  Just- give me a couple of days, okay?  I need to think."

"About what?"  Shouto croaked, reaching again for your hand as you quickly tugged it out of his reach, grasping onto the strap of your purse as you put distance between the two of you.   

"About us, I guess?"  You said, turning away so Shouto wouldn't see the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.  "Good-bye, Shouto," you whimpered, rushing out of the store as he stood frozen by your abrupt departure.  Once you disappeared from his line of sight entirely he leveled a fierce glare at the towel display next to him.

"This is all your fault," he spat, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stormed out of the store, ignoring the employee's disbelieving stares as he exited.  

The alert came out shortly after midnight- The Hero Commission had tapped him and a number of his sidekicks for an extended overseas mission to Australia.  A series of wildfires had broken out across the country and an unfortunate shift in the wind had things spreading in an unpredictable fashion that was stretching the Australian hero forces too thin to be effective.  They had put out the distress call to surrounding Hero Commissions to send any Heroes with applicable Quirks to help bolster the front lines and divert the blaze away from developed areas.     

The last thing Shouto wanted to do was call you, despite how desperate he was to fix whatever was broken between you.  You asked for space and he wanted to give it to you, even though every part of him was screaming to see you, to hold you, to ask what was wrong- what he did wrong.  He kept replaying your last moments together in that store over and over in his mind’s eye; heart breaking a little more every time you pulled your hand away from his.

He couldn't leave with that being the last time you spoke; having the sharp sting of your ire be the freshest memory of you.  

"Pick up, pick up, pick up," Shouto chanted into his phone desperately, his foot bouncing anxiously as he watched the assembled Heroes mill about him; the air thick with everyone's collective unease and mounting anticipation.  

"-'lo?"

Shouto's heart leapt excitedly at the sound of your sleep garbled voice.  It had only been two days since you had last spoken but his constant state of worry had drawn the time out infinitely in front of him.

"Hi," he greeted breathlessly.  "It's me."

"Shou?"

"Yeah," he swallowed, uncertain of what to say next but knowing he needed to continue.  "I'm so sorry about calling you- I know you said you need space and I want to give that to you, really I do!  But I got tapped by the Hero Commission to go abroad-"

"Abroad?  Where?" You asked, the crinkling of your stiff sheets audible as you shifted around in your bed.

"Australia."

"Oh, the wildfires," you mumble, more coherent than before but still struggling to fully wake.  "You're a good pick for that."

"Yeah.  And I just- I didn't want to leave the country without talking to you."

A deep sigh from your end- weary and heavy in a way that makes Shouto's stomach clench in panic.

"You really want to do this?  Right now?  Over the phone?  At-," more shifting and a groan. "Two in the morning?"

"I don't know," Shouto admitted, a slight quake in his voice.  "What are we doing, exactly?"

You're quiet, too quiet.  The silence held an oppressive weight that constricted Shouto's lungs and made him feel light headed.  Spots were prickling along the edges of his vision when you finally spoke again.  

"I…I think we're breaking up," you whispered, the soft words hitting him harder than any fist ever could.

"No," Shouto gasped. "I don't- I don't understand?  Why?  Why do you want to break up?"

"Are you serious right now?" You scoffed, sounding fully awake for the first time since you answered the phone.  "It's obvious that we both want different things out of a relationship.  We should just call it quits now and see if we can salvage our friendship."

"All I've ever wanted is to be with you- from the first moment I met you I knew I needed you in my life," Shouto insisted, tucking himself into a corner to try and carve out a tiny bit of privacy in the cramped locker room; his forehead pressed firmly against the wall in an attempt to ground himself against to torrent of emotions swirling inside of him.   

"I don't know what exactly it is you wanted, Shouto.  But I know it isn't me."

"Why don't you think that I wanted you- that I still want you?  I thought we were happy, that we cared for each other?"

"I do care about you.  I care about you a lot.  Like, a lot, a lot," you sniffed wetly.  "But I can't keep pretending that lo- liking you is enough anymore.  I need more than just the bare minimum of affection."

"How can you say that?" Shouto snapped, ruffling his bangs in frustration. "What about all of our dates?  The talks we've had?  All the nights we've spent together?  Did they really not mean anything to you?"

"They meant everything to me," you sobbed.  "The past year with you has been the happiest time in my life."

"Then why?" Shouto begged, confused and heartbroken and livid in equal measure.  "Why are we breaking up?"

"Because I deserve better !" you cry out, seemingly stunned by the force of your own yell; the line quiet for a moment before you draw a breath to continue.  "I deserve a partner who isn't ashamed to introduce me to their family!  A partner who wants to get to know the people who are important to me!  A partner who- who isn't afraid to share a future with me!"

"I'm not afraid of a future with you," Shouto insisted desperately, his fingers numb from the over-tight grip he had on his phone.  

"Please," you laugh, a broken sort of sound that would be seared into Shouto's memories.  "I couldn't even get you to buy towels with me."

"We can do that when I get back home.  We'll go back to the store and buy towels.  I'll buy you every towel in the store.  We'll have so many towels that you can use them once and then throw them away."

Another laugh, sharper than before; laced with incredulity.  "You just don't get it, Shouto!  This isn't just about the towels! Every time I've tried to mesh our lives together, to create an us you just- throw my efforts back into my face!  And I'm tired of it.  I'm tired of feeling selfish and needy.  I just- I can't do this anymore."

Whatever response was going to pour thoughtlessly from his lips was interrupted by the loudspeaker on the far wall blaring to life, calling all the assembled Heroes to gather their gear and head to the runway.  

"I have to go now," Shouto swallowed thickly, mouth dry and tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth.

"I'm sorry," you whimpered, blowing your nose loudly into the mouthpiece while Shouto threw his Go Bag over his shoulder.

"I'll call you when I land."

"It's…probably better if you don't."

"Oh," Shouto muttered as he stepped into the boarding queue. 

"We should use this as an opportunity to make a clean break," you said with false confidence, the beeping of the microwave in the background alerting him that you had relocated to the kitchen. "This'll help us get used to not being together anymore."

"Okay," Shouto agreed miserably, because what else could he do?  He wanted to be with you and you- you didn't want that.  Not anymore, at least. There was no middle ground to find in this situation, no compromise that could be made.  All he could do was acknowledge that he could no longer be with the woman he adored beyond all measure.

Shouto had lost the girl of his dreams because he had done what he'd always done; basked in the heady feeling of victory while blissfully ignoring the reality of the situation at hand. 

His lack of follow through had, once again, been his downfall.  

He fell into his narrow seat along the wall of the fuselage of the carrier plane, the middle filled of the aircraft packed with crates of respirators, air purifiers, and first aid supplies.  Shouto fumbles with the buckles on his five-point harness, his hands shaking despite his best effort to keep them still.

"You okay, there?" Backdraft asks, extracting a novel from the bag at his feet as he settles in for the hop across the Pacific.  

"No," Shouto whispers as he drops his head into his hands, his palms wet and ears ringing as the engines begin to roar to life.  "No, I don't think I am."

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You’re not nothing

Katsuki leaned against the kitchen counter and sighed. A warm mug of tea was cupped between his hands as he watched his boyfriend. Izuku had been in the same spot for hours, sitting cross-legged staring out their large living room window. 

Patrol had been rough today. Katsuki would have known from the non-verbal signs, but it was the constantly running news coverage of the disaster that really hit home what Izuku was obsessing over.

Of course that idiot would think it was all his fault. But what was he supposed to do? Deku had a lot of quirks, but he was not able to be in multiple places at once. He was fast…but not that fast.

Other heroes had been on the scene, too. But like usual, Deku tried to do everything himself. To be the one who shouldered the worst of the damage. Take on the villain and save all the civilians. 

Katsuki inhaled deeply and scrunched his brow at the first sign of Izuku’s shoulders shaking. Hadn’t he learned anything over the years?

The mug was placed on the counter, ready to be forgotten and turn cold. The blonde padded over and stood behind his boyfriend. The lights were dim, shining from the kitchen behind them. Katsuki’s shadow was cast over the smaller man, giving the impression of the blonde looming over him.

“Hey.”

Izuku’s shoulders continued to shake with silent sobs.

“Izuku,” Katsuki tried again, crouching this time. He hesitated to touch. Didn’t want to freak him out.

Soft sniffling was the only sound between them. Katsuki was sure he was going to have to pull his boyfriend out of whatever headspace he’d put himself in. But then, Izuku lifted his face.

Scarlet eyes caught the other man’s reflection in the darkened window. Puffy eyes, tear stained cheeks, lips twisted into a pain grimace and showing off his teeth as he sucked in air to sob again.

“I c-couldn’t save them,” Izuku choked. “I’m useless! Useless Deku. A failure of a hero. I’m n-nothing!” His hands dug into his thighs, crooked fingers twisting the fabric of his shorts so hard they turned white.

Katsuki sat on the floor behind him, bracketing his shuddering form between his muscular thighs. He reached around and covered Izuku’s tight, shaking hands with his own. Gently, oh so gently, he pried those powerful fingers back, lacing them with his own.

“You’re not nothing,” Katsuki told him softly with a kiss to the back of his neck.

Izuku sobbed harder. “Y-You should have heard them. They h-hate me.”

“They don’t,” he argued. “They’re grieving. They’re angry, but not at you.”

“They should be,” Izuku whispered. “I’m supposed to be All Might’s successor…a hero who saves everyone with a smile on his face. And I failed.”

“You’re one man, Izuku,” Katsuki told him. “And you’re amazing.” He squeezed his boyfriend’s fingers between his own. “You’re so strong.” He lifted their connected hands to place a kiss on scarred knuckles. “Compassionate.” A kiss to a freckled cheek. “Kind to everyone.” A kiss to his other cheek. 

Tears continued to flow. Izuku shook his head. 

“I’ve never seen you give up. Not once. I admire you for that.” Katsuki lowered his forehead to his boyfriend’s shuddering shoulder and pressed a kiss there. “And so does everyone else. You may not have been able to save everyone, but you never once stopped trying.”

“I feel w-w-worthless,” Izuku gasped.

Katsuki sat up straight. “Look at me, Izuku.” Curls flopped as he shook his head. With a sigh, the blonde let go of one hand to grip wet, puffy cheeks and forcibly turn his boyfriend’s head.

Dull viridian eyes, glassy with flooding tears stared back at him.

“We are going to lose people, Izuku,” Katsuki spoke plainly, but softly. “It’s inevitable. And we’re going to lose friends.”

Izuku squeezed his eyes shut and choked on a wet breath.

“I’m not done,” Katsuki growled. “Look at me.”

His boyfriend complied, fluttering his eyelids open and looking at him with the most heartbreaking expression. 

“We’ve only been pros for two years. There’s a long road ahead of us filled with loss and disappointment. But there’s also so much hope and happiness.” Katsuki could feel his throat tightening, his scarlet eyes burning with forming tears. “But you have to promise me you will never stop trying. Because you are my hope, Izuku. You are my happiness. And without you, I am nothing.”

“Kacchan,” Izuku whispered, barely audible. “You’re not nothing.”

“And neither are you.” Katsuki told him earnestly. He squeezed those wet, freckled cheeks harder and leaned forward to kiss the corner of salty, swollen lips. “I love you.” Katsuki let out a shuddering sigh. “Now, please…love yourself.”

In an awkward twist of limbs, Izuku pulled Katsuki into a bone crushing hug. 

“I promise I’ll try,” he whispered.

Katsuki’s arms wrapped around him protectively. He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing his tears back and pressed a kiss against verdant curls.

#bkdk #bakudeku #ktdk #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #mha #bnha #fanfiction #drabble #pro hero au #established relationship #depression #feelings of low self worth #good boyfriend kacchan #sad deku #blaming onesself #mha deku #bnha deku #mha bakugou #bnha bakugou #now please...love yourself

[pinkykats-place]

BakuDeku Christmas Fics

AO3 SFW Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

All are SFW … still read tags.

Art not mine! Credit to @nikkiyan.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

christmas sweater get-together by todorokitops

Summary: In which Bakugou Katsuki gets tricked into wearing a shitty get-along Christmas sweater with who else but the damn nerd. He's gonna be the laughing stock of the entire class Christmas dinner, isn't he?

(And is he fucking seeing things now or has Deku always looked this pretty up close?)

Complete | 2 Chapters | SFW

Skating with hell class featuring pissed Katsuki by Ejrin

Summary: Even something as simple as skating can turn into a disaster if U.A.’s class 1-A, nicely dubbed as hell class, is involved. In the middle of this disaster is Bakugo Katsuki obstinately trying to impress the boy he likes without a good clue how to start. In the meantime he saves the situation more than once.

Complete | 2 Chapters | SFW

the brightest light is you by blueberrybirb

Summary: Katsuki and Izuku's first Christmas together in their new home.

One Shot | SFW | Pro Hero AU

a call away by RedHalcyon

Summary: “Deku, it’s only a couple more days.”

“I know, I know, but…” Izuku bites his lip, “Why’d it have to be during the holidays?”

Kacchan doesn’t say anything for a long moment. Izuku thinks about how Christmas Eve is less than an hour away from bleeding into Christmas Day, and how the love of his life isn’t by his side to celebrate with him.

One Shot | SFW | Pro Hero AU

Under The Twinkling Lights by RewriteTheUniverse

Summary: Izuku and Katsuki have been together for over five years, since just before graduation, but due to the rigors of being heroes, they've never been able to spend the Christmas holidays together.

Now, they finally have time off together in the holidays, so they take the time to put up decorations around their apartment.

One Shot | SFW | Pro Hero AU

Red & Green by Minglisabeth

Summary: Fluffy holiday one shot Ft. my Bakugou/Midoriya family.

One Shot | SFW | Aged Up

A Piece of Me by jaayhem

Summary: Katsuki finds the perfect Christmas gift for his boyfriend.

One Shot | SFW | Aged Up

Woven Green and Orange by asinnocentasillneverbe

Summary: One gets a collar for the holidays and wears it for the other. Instead of turning ‘erotic,’ the mood is fluff and adorable.

One Shot | SFW

Pro Hero AU | OmegaVerse

Silent Nights and Cold Hearts by LylacRaeven

Summary: On Christmas Eve, the power goes out and the temperature starts to plummet.

Midoriya starts worrying for his Kacchan, knowing he doesn't fare well in the cold, so he wants to keep him warm.

However, what to do when the last possible option is sharing your own body heat?

One Shot | SFW

Suspicious Mistletoe by Klanglilie

Summary: Katsuki wants a kiss... okay, he wants a kiss from Izuku... But how to get one, when he isn't brave enough to finally confess to his childhood friend?

The Bakusquad comes up with a plan... will they succeed?

{One Shot}

Cold Chocolate by Ana_Writes

Summary: In the middle of the night Katsuki wakes up to a strange sound against his window. It was Izuku who visited him, using the window instead of the door because of course but... is that hot chocolate he's holding? Oh. Alright then, Katsuki can let him in.

It was so much worth it. Not only for the chocolate.

One Shot | SFW

Pro Hero Deku x Quirkless Baku

#bakudeku #ao3 fic recs #bakudeku christmas #Christmas Fic #bkdk Xmas #sfw #bkfk fluff #aged up #pro hero au #home for christmas #established couple #pro hero bakugo x pro hero midoriya #pro heroes bakudeku #aged up bakudeku #gift giving #holiday fic #archive of our own bakudeku #ao3 SFW bakudeku #christmas fluff #bakudeku xmas fics #bkdk christmas fic #christmas #aged up Christmas fic #Xmas fic #bakudeku rec #bakudeku fic rec #bakudeku ua students #ua dorm Christmas #getting together #seasonal bakudeku

[homesforhetalians]

BNHA Couples: All Might and Aizawa-sensei

Even though they have rooms on campus, they like to spend their off days at their oceanside home on Senaga Island

At night the like to snuggle up in soft, fluffy sweaters (like old men), drink tea and read in front of the fire.

At school, they rarely have time to sit down and enjoy their meals (because of a certain problem child and his disaster boyfriend . . . )

Toshinori is a terrible cook!

Aizawa insist that they don’t tell anyone about their secret “safehouse.” The last time they did, half of Class 1-A spontaneously showed up for a class field trip/impromptu sleepover.

#who is deku's disaster boyfriend? #well its either shouto or kaachan #who's a bigger disaster? #deku midoriya #yagi toshinori #aizawa sensei #shouta aizawa #toshizawa #bnha couples #bnha homes #boku no hero academia #homesforhetalians #aizawa's blood pressure

[andypantsx3]

defiant | bakugou/reader

pairing: Bakugou Katsuki / Reader

status: complete

length: 4,485 words

summary: There are a lot of benefits to managing your pro hero boyfriend, but dealing with the PR nightmares he generates is not one of them. After Katsuki gets way too mouthy with a hapless reporter, you take it upon yourself to put him in his place.

Katsuki, however, has other ideas.

tags/warnings: smut, arguing, possessive sex, light bondage, aged up characters, reader attempts to dom bakugou (keyword: attempts)

notes: This is based several years after the events of my fic savvy though you do not need to have read it to enjoy this one!! This is also unedited because I am too lazy, my apologies for the various mistakes within. I will come back and fix them at some point. Dedicated to @bobawithpomegranate​ for reminding me I was supposed to be working on this.

It was a Friday afternoon at approximately three p.m. when Bakugou Katsuki lost his fucking mind.

You knew this information because you had been watching the press coverage of your boyfriend’s latest fight, an operation in which he and Kirishima Eijirou had paired up to defeat a villain with an earthquake quirk.

Katsuki and Kirishima had taken the man down in record time, mere minutes after the reporters showed up. You’d watched them pound the villain into the very street he’d ripped up in the first place, and now Kirishima was puttering around in the background of the news coverage, smiling as he chatted up civilians against the wreckage of the city street behind him. Which left Katsuki to saunter over to the gaggle of field reporters and give the customary interview.

His blonde hair was disheveled, and his mouth was quirked up into a sharp smile, the way it always was after he’d just come out of a good fight. But he looked otherwise unharmed, just as intense and savagely handsome as always. He even looked like he might be in a good mood, pleased with the results of his fight, and you thought he might actually keep the swearing to a minimum this time.

He ducked under the police tape, flaxen hair glinting gold under the afternoon sun, and stalked over to the nearest reporter, already opening his mouth to crow over his latest victory.

Which is when something off screen caught his attention.

There was a muffled question from one of the reporters--not from the network you were watching or the mic would have caught it--and Katsuki’s scarlet gaze cut to the side. You watched in horror as his expression slowly morphed into one of apoplectic rage.

“You fucking piece of shit,” Katsuki snarled, eyes narrowing, an explosion already crackling between his fingers.

The camera jerked to the side, catching the startled expression of another reporter. He looked vaguely familiar to you--tall, handsome in a bland kind of way, teeth bleached for his job as a television personality. You thought you might have met him briefly at the last Hero’s Gala, but you didn’t have time to linger on the memory--Katsuki was already on the move, fighting his way through the pack of reporters, looking ready to commit a murder.

“--think you can just fucking talk to me, asshole?” you heard him shout.

“What did he say?” a voice murmured off screen.

“--he just asked Dynamight how he feels about his success today,” another voice uttered, closer to the camera, sounding bewildered and more than a little alarmed.

“You’re gonna wish you had never fucking been born, asswipe!” Katsuki shouted over them.

He’d nearly reached the reporter when there was a blur of red and Kirishima was there, one bulky arm seizing Katsuki around the middle. He hauled Katsuki out of the sea of journalists, even as Katsuki struggled, spitting and snarling like a wet cat.

“You fucking try that shit again and I’ll fucking blow your teeth straight into your brain!” Katsuki hollered, drowning out whatever Kirishima was muttering to him.

Your phone screen lit up next to you, several notifications pinging simultaneously. You let out a gusty sigh, glancing down at the contact names. News outlets, looking to scoop their competitors by getting the first statement from the Dynamight Agency on Katsuki’s behavior.

You swiped over a screen and dialed the number for the PR department, watching Katsuki continue to rage on screen, struggling against Kirishima’s hold. The crags in Kirishima’s skin told you he was close to going Unbreakable, and the sight sent a hot bolt of irritation through you.

You had no idea what the hell Katsuki thought he was doing, launching himself at a reporter like that. A reporter who had apparently done nothing but ask him how he felt about the success of his fight, a question Katsuki--the smug fuck--typically reveled in answering.

It had been a long time since Katsuki’s last PR disaster (tackling pro hero Deku over the side of a buffet table after an innocuous comment at one of their first Hero’s Galas), and you’d gotten him to promise you to be more careful after that. You’d honestly thought he’d pretty much moved past that sort of thing now. He’d grown somewhat calmer with age--though not less foul mouthed--and as his girlfriend, you were able to exert some level of influence over his actions, as each year, your understanding of how to play him grew deeper and deeper.

So what the fuck he thought he was doing right now was absolutely beyond you. And also absolutely not appreciated, as you had much better things to be doing than cleaning up after him for a shit fit that he definitely could have controlled.

If there was something bothering him, you were going to make him tell you. And if he was up to his old tricks, maybe he needed a refresher on exactly why it was inappropriate to go off like a bomb at every little thing.

As Katsuki’s primary PR rep picked up on the other end of the line, already speaking to you in a brisk tone, you resolved yourself to the task. You were going to get to the bottom of whatever had sent Katsuki into a fit--and you were going to remind him how and why to behave himself.

Whether he wanted to or not.

The trickiest part of your plan was catching Katsuki off guard.

That kind of a feat was nearly impossible, as Katsuki had reflexes honed by years of experience, an alarmingly keen intellect, and a single-minded determination that was frankly terrifying to contemplate. It had been years since he’d been outmaneuvered by anyone in the field, and the odds were against anyone who thought they could get the jump on him.

Luckily for you, you knew that his single-mindedness was the one thing that could also be used against him.

You left the agency slightly earlier than normal, shooting off a message to Katsuki to let him know you’d meet him at home. And then you yanked open your proverbial bag of tricks.

You helped yourself to a long shower, lathering on some of Katsuki’s body wash instead of your own, a trick that--you’d learned after once running out of your own--sent him into something like a possessive frenzy, knowing you smelled like him, that anyone you encountered would know you’d helped yourself to a man’s personal effects and understand that you were already spoken for.

Then you rustled around in your drawers for a nicer pair of lingerie--not anything super fancy that would suggest you were up to anything special, but nice enough that Katsuki’s interest would be piqued.

And then you dug around in the closet for the most essential element of your plan--handcuffs. Your face warmed with the memory of the last time these had been used--a blur of rough palms and sharp teeth all over you, while you all but sobbed for more--but you frantically quashed the thought. Tonight, if all went according to plan, you wouldn’t be the one strapped helpless to the headboard.

You weren’t the one with a lesson to be learned, after all.

The scrape of keys in the door sent you dashing to hide the handcuffs underneath your pillow, and then the stomp of boots in the hall told you your boyfriend had made it inside. You hastily yanked a sweater and jeans over your lingerie, then went out to meet Katsuki in the kitchen.

He clearly hadn’t had time to change after his fight, still slightly disheveled, blonde hair mussed and scarlet eyes sharp as they narrowed in on you. His handsome features were twisted into a suspicious expression.

“The fuck’re you up to, ditching early? Thought I was gonna get fucking screamed at when I made it back to your office,” Katsuki growled, watching you intently as he stripped off his gloves and boots. They hit the ground with a dull thud.

Your heart shot into your throat, but you pasted on your best placid expression. “I ditched because I didn’t feel like dealing with every outlet in the entire country blowing up my office line. Thought I could get more done here where it’s quieter.”

You didn’t mention exactly what you planned to get done here, hoping Katsuki would assume it was all PR and damage control.

In a way, it was damage control. Just...not via traditional methods, exactly.

Katsuki’s eyes tracked you closely. He still looked skeptical. “You gonna let me have it then, princess?”

Oh you were gonna let him have it, alright. He just had no idea.

You watched him for a while, pretending to contemplate unloading on him the way you wanted to. “Just...not now. I’m too tired, I don’t even want to deal with it.”

He scoffed. “Bullshit. You live for giving me shit. Fucking out with it.”

You glared at him. “I don’t think you’re in any position to be giving me orders. And if I was gonna say anything before I’m certainly not now. Now go clean yourself up. I have work to finish, thanks to someone.”

You retreated back into the bedroom, smothering a grin.

Nothing got Katsuki jumped up like defiance. Years into your relationship, he knew on some level that he wasn’t actually in charge of you, but he still got just as worked up when you got mouthy with him as he had on day one. It wouldn’t be long until he came back in, trying to pick the same fight, altogether too interested in the attitude you’d give back to him.

He was such a boy.

You lounged around on the bed, pulling out your work laptop and firing off a couple emails while you waited, just for something to do. Katsuki’s PR rep seemed to have things well in hand, but you helped where you could.

Soon enough, Katsuki was stalking back into your room, hair dark from a shower, looking like he hadn’t even bothered to dry off before stomping back in. He wore only a dark pair of sweatpants, the hard planes of his chest on full display--you suspected he’d foregone a shirt on purpose, knowing how the sight of him usually distracted you.

Which it still did, somewhat, but you were too heady with your own plan to truly be diverted.

You smothered a laugh at the way Katsuki’s eyes immediately honed in on the lace of your bra strap, strategically peeking out of your sweater as you had arranged it.

Two could play at that game.

“Think you’re real fucking smooth, don’t you, princess?” he demanded, stalking over to loom over you in a vaguely threatening manner. You caught the clean scent of his body wash, just a hint of his syrupy sweet quirk under that.

Your thoughts fogged a little with his proximity so you pretended to ignore him, typing out some nonsense notes into your calendar for something to keep your attention off of him. The less you looked at him, the easier this would be. You were weak to his appearance, it was true, and nothing riled him up like not having your full attention.

“I don’t know what you’re on about,” you said vaguely, doing your best to sound distracted.

A rough palm shoved your laptop closed. “Oh I think you fucking do, princess. Think you’re gonna get all dressed up for me and then ignore me?”

You looked up into his face, just as his arms came down around you to cage you against the mattress. A thick spike of arousal jolted through you, but you pushed it down. Much as you were into this, he was not going to be in charge for much longer.

“And if I did?” you asked, victory surging through your veins at the dark look that entered his eye.

He leaned down, putting his face near to yours. “Gonna be real hard to ignore me when I’m fucking you so hard you’ll feel me for weeks.”

“You’re awfully confident for someone on such thin ice,” you breathed. You didn’t even have to pretend at being affected by his choice of words, your stomach fluttering with anticipation.

Katsuki wasted no time covering your mouth with his. The weight of him pressed you back into the mattress, your laptop tumbling to the floor with a loud clatter. Rough hands trailed up your sides, gathering up the fabric of your sweater and pulling it over your head.

Carefully, you eased him over, kissing him as hard as you could, so that you were the one on top, your knees braced on either side of his slim hips.

Katsuki swore, pressing you down on him with a rough palm on your back, evidence of his interest hard between your thighs.

And that’s when you struck. Using his momentary distraction, you pulled the handcuffs from beneath your pillow, weaving them through the headboard. You grabbed his hands as firmly as you dared, pressing them up over his head.

Katsuki noticed what you were doing the second before the handcuffs snapped shut over his wrists.

“The fuck you think you’re doing, nerd?” he demanded, flexing against the tight hold. You watched with interest as his bicep pulled with the effort. “Unlock these or you’re in for it.”

You sat back on his hips, smirking down at him the way he usually did at you. Triumph swelled in your gut like a symphony.

“No, you’re in for it, Katsuki. What the absolute fuck did you think you were doing today?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “You think I was just gonna let you get away with throwing a tantrum on national television for no discernable reason?”

“That’s none of your business,” he ground out. A bright spark lit up the skin of his palm, a sharp crackle slicing into the silence of your room. “Now unlock these while I’m still asking nicely.”

You trailed absent fingers down the warm skin of his abdomen, watching appreciatively as the muscle tightened under your touch. Katsuki hissed out a sharp breath.

He might be threatening, but he ran the risk of blowing off his own hands if he resorted to using his quirk right now. You didn’t think he’d chance his own skin just to get out of this situation.

“I’m your manager and your girlfriend--it’s one hundred percent my business. You’re not getting out of those until you tell me what the hell you thought you were doing,” you promised darkly. You let your nails scrape over the skin of his hip, just under the band of his sweatpants.

You felt his hips shift in interest.

“You’re really asking for it, huh, princess?” he said, his voice rough. “I’m not gonna be gentle with you when I get out of this.”

“Keep avoiding the question and you’ll never get out of this,” you said. You let yourself lean over him, reveling in his minute intake of breath as you pressed a kiss over his neck. “You want something, I’ll give it to you. But only if you tell me why you did it.”

“It’s between me and that fucking slimeball and that’s all you need to know,�� Katsuki snarled.

You let your teeth scrape over his skin, the way he usually did with you. “Not good enough,” you said.

Katsuki’s hips shifted again as you pressed back harder onto him. You felt your own abdomen coil tight with hot excitement at the unconscious little circles he was making. But you couldn’t be distracted--you had a mission to accomplish.

“Mind your damn business you fucking nerd,” he growled, defiant to the last.

Well, you hadn’t thought this was going to be easy.

“You are my business,” you informed him tritely. “And if you ever want me to take care of your business again, you’re going to tell me exactly what is going on.”

“Fuck,” he said instead. “You’re so hot when you get mouthy.”

“Not the answer I was looking for,” you told him. You shoved down the hot flush that tried to rise through you at his admission. Even years later, you were weak to his praise and he knew it.

He bucked a little under you, like he was unable to help himself. “Let me touch you, princess.”

“Still not an answer,” you intoned. You held very still, careful not to squirm like he was making you want to, even as his thrusts grew more deliberate.

If he would just hurry the fuck up and give you an answer, you both could be getting what you wanted. But everything had to be a production with him, as usual.

He was lucky he was so hot, and so charming on the rare occasion when he wanted to be, because he really was a piece of fucking work. You deserved some kind of sainthood for your service to him.

You slid forward on his chest a little when he gave a particularly strong thrust, bracing your hands over his sternum, and the abrupt show of strength had you clenching your thighs unthinkingly around him.

Katsuki’s mouth twisted in a savage grin, like he knew exactly how he was affecting you. “This is your last warning, princess. Let me out or you’re fucking in for it.”

You frantically schooled your features back into some form of haughty disregard, reaching down into your nightstand for the keys. You twirled them absently around your fingers.

“I don’t think you understand what kind of position you’re in,” you said firmly. “The only way you’re getting what you want is if you tell me what kind of stick that reporter stuck up your ass. Or maybe he didn’t, and you’re just being a fucking brat. Either way, you’re not in charge here--I am, and you are the one who’s in for it.”

No sooner had the words left your mouth, however, than the tang of hot metal met your nose. Katsuki’s savage smile was bordering on feral now. You looked up in alarm to see that above his head, he’d worked his palms over to press to each opposite wrist, but he wasn’t blowing through the cuffs like you’d known he couldn’t. Instead, he was melting them.

You swore, scrambling off of him. You threw yourself off the edge of the bed, racing for the door like the devil himself was behind you.

You weren’t fast enough.

The world upended, the white of your ceiling paint swirling up over your vision. The next thing you knew, you were thrown flat on your back in your bedding, bouncing a little from the impact against your mattress.

Katsuki braced himself over you, hands firm around your wrists, eyes alight with the challenge.

“You were saying, princess?” he asked smugly.

You wiggled underneath him, trying to work a leg underneath his hip to kick him off you the way you’d learned in self-defense. Katsuki just shifted into the cradle of your hips, huffing out a rough laugh.

“I fucking taught you that move, nerd. Think you’re gonna get me with it?”

His hips pressed forward, his body a hot line all along yours, and you suppressed a groan at the feel of him hard against your core.

“That’s right, princess,” Katsuki breathed, pressing his face into your shoulder to bite at your throat. “Now I’m going to remind you who’s in charge here, and you are going to be good for me and take every single thing that I give you.”

He gathered your wrists in one hand, reaching down with long fingers to work off your jeans.

You shivered in delight at the thought of his dark promises, but some other, more stubborn part of you resisted. You had a fucking job to do, and no way was he going to reroute you so he could get out of talking about things.

“You’re not giving me shit until you tell me exactly why you tried to blast some innocent reporter into the sun,” you said hotly.

Katsuki paid you no mind, too focused on pulling your jeans off over your ankle, so you leaned in and bit his shoulder.

“The fuck--?” he demanded, reeling back.

“I’m serious, Katsuki,” you said, irritation rising. “You tell me what is going on this second or it’s just you and your hand for the next month. I’m not fucking around.”

“He’s not some innocent reporter, he’s a piece of shit,” Katsuki said. His fingers worked at the clasp to your bra, like he thought that was enough of an answer.

“And you know this how?” you asked, trying to shift to crush his fingers underneath your shoulder.

He glared at you for a long moment, red eyes hot on your face, looking like he was strongly considering just abandoning the conversation altogether and stalking off to blow something up instead.

“I know,” he finally ground out, looking like every word cost him, “because I overheard him in the men’s room at the last Hero’s Gala.”

So you did know the reporter from the Hero’s Gala. A dim memory came to you of shaking his hand, leaning over to get Katsuki’s attention to get him an answer to some question he’d asked. You were fuzzy on the details, as you’d had other things to worry about that night--the Hero’s Gala had ended with Katsuki in some kind of mood with Kirishima, the arm of Kiri’s suit burnt off, and Katsuki had refused to say more on things. They’d patched things up almost immediately after so you hadn’t pried, but now you wondered if there wasn’t more to the story--more including this reporter.

“Overheard him what?” you asked.

Katsuki’s fingers resumed their questing, releasing the back of your bra with the ease of constant practice. You let him, considering he was still giving you answers.

“Overheard him fucking talking about you,” Katsuki growled, his fingers digging into your waist, his touch turning more possessive.

You froze. “What?”

“Saying the nastiest shit about how you looked in your dress, what he’d like to do with you if you didn’t already belong to me,” Katsuki said, sounding disgusted. “Wanted to incinerate him but fucking Kiri got in the way. Told me I’d lose my license if I attacked a civilian and he took me to court.”

“Which you would,” you pointed out, your tone going breathier than you wanted when Katsuki slid his fingers up to pluck at your nipple. “That--um--that was still the case today, too. What did you think you were doing?”

“Didn’t think,” he grunted, palming your breast. He didn’t look like he was thinking a lot now either, eyes turning on your chest with that single-minded focus he was famous for. “I just saw him and saw red.”

You were starting to see colors too--white, mainly, as Katsuki released your wrist to trail his other hand over your panties with obvious intention.

“Oh, um. Well I’m glad you didn’t kill him and have to lose your license,” you said, your breath hitching when Katsuki found his way into your underwear. “I’m gonna--have to--ah--thank Eijirou.”

“You belong to me,” Katsuki announced imperiously, leaning back in to bite at your throat again.

You couldn’t bring yourself to be annoyed with him, now. Instead, his words relit some fuse within you, your arousal sparking back to life behind your navel.

Katsuki’s fingers curled within you and you couldn’t hold back a pleased little noise, shifting your hips to allow him better access.

That was all the affirmation he needed. In mere minutes, he was working you up to the edge of your pleasure, fingers hot and skilled and exactly right inside you. He trailed soft bites and hot kisses all over your neck and shoulders, looking supremely satisfied with himself every time you caught sight of his face. His thumb worked tiny, maddening circles over your clit, just like he knew drove you fucking insane, and he had you writhing and squirming underneath him embarrassingly fast.

Soon, he was hitching your leg over a broad shoulder, sinking into you right where you wanted him.

“That’s right, princess. You’re mine. Gonna fuck you so good you’ll never forget it,” he promised, already working up to a brutal pace that left you short of breath.

Your vision swam as he ground into you. He leaned down to catch a nipple in his mouth, sucking softly, in sharp contrast to the wicked thrust of his hips.

“Look at you,” Katsuki said around your breast, scarlet gaze burning into yours. “Spread out and trembling. Look so fucking good for me, only for me.”

“Katsuki--ah!” you barely managed the syllables of his name.

“So fucking hot when you think you’re in control. So fucking mouthy--” his fingers brushed over your mouth “--I’m gonna fuck you so stupid you can’t even string together a sentence anymore.”

You rather thought he’d already achieved that, considering you could barely manage anything other than single syllable words now--nothing but there and more and please and oh!

Katsuki gave a particularly hard thrust, snarling your name--and your climax hit you like a truck.

You cried out, writhing, and his hands came up to hold you down against the mattress, still fucking into you hard like he meant to fuck the sense right out of you. He fucked you straight through your orgasm, and only when you were gasping from the aftershocks, shivering and near tears, did he follow you, flooding your insides with warm heat.

“That shut you right up, didn’t it, princess?” he said smugly as he rolled off of you, leaving another love bite over your shoulder on his way.

You groaned. It had been fucked up but kind of romantic that he’d attempted to murder a guy for you, but he was really killing the mood now.

“Is there anything that would shut you right up?” you replied, still catching your breath.

Unexpectedly, a smirk twisted your boyfriend’s mouth, and his hand trailed carefully down your thigh.

“There is, princess. Too bad it sounds like you can still string together a sentence,” he said, watching you intently.

You stared at him, wondering where he was going with this.

Until he moved, shifting backwards until his chin met your thigh, still watching you intently with those scarlet eyes.

“I can think of something that would fix both of those problems,” he said, his voice rough even as his hands came up to gently pry your thighs apart. “Now you have thirty seconds to call out of work tomorrow before I finish punishing you for that little show earlier.”

Your breath caught in your lungs again. You didn’t waste precious time defying him.

This time, you obeyed.

Deleted scene: What did Deku say to Bakugou that got him tackled over a buffet table at the Hero’s Gala?

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[imfiguringitoutlovely]

You know what you should write? A Bakugou x trans male headcannon thingy(he/him pronouns). Why? No reason. I’m definitely not trans or anything. Nope.

bakugou with his amazing fantastic handsome absolutely perfect boyfriend who is trans

pairing: katsuki bakugou x male!reader (he/him)

genre: fluff, mega comfort

warnings: mentions of dysphoria

author's notes: yeah no bro ofc like no reason, i get you... i mean like. i mean no, i don't bc it's not like im trans or nb or anything nah bc... that's...kinda... sussy, yk? and im not sussy. i mean like. they/them isn't sussy. like. obviously...

i wrote this as someone who "doesn't pass" (which is so dumb, can we just ask ppls pronouns, it's not that hard 😩)

okay i mean it when i say it that the bakusquad are just... the best allies tbh (mostly bc they're all pretty uh... 🍐🥥🍐🍊🍐🍅🍐🍍🍑🥥...yknow-)

also if that upset you, you should go bc you're just mad that i'm right. they all bond over their involvement with the community.

that's why, when you came along, you kind of just fit in. not only were you able to handle and return the chaotic energy, but you all stood together (not to say anyone in class 1-a is not at least an ally, just that bakusquad is probably the most involved in the culture imo).

you caught bakugou's eyes, too, and it really wasn't very long until you two were official. it wasn't really said out loud, clearly stated, but one time he said 'i wouldnt mind being your boyfriend, i guess' and you two have been madly in love and close since.

seriously, just get married omg disaster gays 😩🏳️‍🌈

but in all seriousness, when you're ready to tell him you're trans, he's extremely supportive.

"thanks for letting me know. he-him?" he's still kind of grumbling, but it's much softer than usual.

you kinda stumble over what to say bc what? he's just... well, okay-

asks if there's anyone he should be more careful w your pronouns around, more specifically your parents.

if they're not accepting, it takes him every bit of strength and yours combines to stop him from blowing them up on the spot 💀

is kinda passive aggressive to them bc of it,, you have to remind him to bring it in a little at times

insists on keeping open communication, that no matter what name or pronouns or any label you go by, he's gonma support you.

"don't go and get all quiet like that nerd-"

"midoriya-?"

"yeah, deku. tell me how you really feel, i'm not some idiot loser, i'll understand-!!"

DOES HIS RESEARCH AS SOON AS YOU TELL HIM

he's very educated, but would rather go over everything to make sure he uses the proper and respectful terminology when asking you questions about what you're comfortable with

NO, he will not look at "scientific articles" or anything that's meant to "justify" or devalue your existence. he loves you, and if he could, honestly, he'd attack and take down anyone who questions your identity. he wants to understand how to respect it; it's not his business as to why you choose your labels.

YES, HE ASKS WHAT YOU'RE COMFORTABLE WITH

he understands that everyone experiences gender identity differently and doesn't want you to feel like you're not being heard as an individual.

one day he goes up to you, right, and when he's sure it's just you two talking (he doesn't want to have a public convo abt it because it's nobody else's business unless you decide it is) starts asking about boundaries.

"look, dork, i know i'm basically a god to all this planet's extras, but i can't really read minds and i don't want to pretend that i can. is there anything that you're uncomfortable with me saying or doing?'

"like...with...?"

"like with nicknames, titles...pet...names..."

"what was that last one-?"

"DON'T PUSH IT, DORK-!!"

if you're uncomfortable with him correcting other people for you when you're around, he won't. he knows that Identity is a really personal thing, and that he can get really really heated, so he'll let you tell him how to handle those situations.

as for when you're not around... he can't promise there won't be a body to hide if someone intentionally misgenders you, honestly.

PET NAMES GO BRRR (name: reason)

idiot: he's bakugou

dumbass: he's bakugou

dork: he's bakugou, and this is used often times w a more affectionate/admiring tone

jerk: he's bakugou, and he uses this mostly when he gets flustered bc it's a lil softer FKDKDK

he-man: (more in private) he will only use this if you let him. he hated people, obv, and he knows there's been people who call you a she-he (this totally isn't personal comfort for when i was going by he/him, not at all this isn't a traums response-). after people misgender you, if it's intentional, he'll often be near you and grumble about how they have no fucking right to talk shit about his he-man 😤

prince: once. it was a mocking thing at first because you were dramatically complaining about how boring a lesson was. but then. he noticed how flustered it got you.

king: well, "my king". mostly when he's being (on SUPER SUPER SUPER rare occasions) soft and talking about your future together. ("i don't wanna rule an entire world alone, so you're going to be my king. it's not a suggestion.")

handsome: he'll also call you "pretty" if you let him (bc he lives w the mantra that gender has nothing to do w compliments (unless you're uncomfy ofc)). both are mostly in private, though he'll occasionally call you handsome if he notices you maybe getting lost in your own head.

WHEN YOU'RE DYSPHORIC

he doesn't know gender dysphoria first hand, but he's read and heard about how horrible it can be. he also understands that it's different for everyone, and fully supports any SAFE way you choose to deal with it.

keyword: SAFE

if you bind during training, or for longer than safe, he will scold you. not publicly, ofc, but he'll pull you aside or even drag you to the bathroom or locker room once he notices.

if you don't bind, cool. how you present is none of his business, he finds you hot no matter what tbh

when it gets worse, he softens up a lot more when it comes to physical affection. he's not really comfortable with public affection as much, but he'll hold your hand more, pull you close when you sit next to him, and play with your hair from time to time.

in private, he'll cuddle you if you want. if not, he's all good with laying down next to you and being present for you.

pms? he'll do anything at all to make you comfortable (another thing he'll straight up ask you about so he knows how to keep you comfortable)

he uses a lot of pet names, ones that you're most comfortable with. heck, one time he straight up went kirishima-mode and told you how fuckin manly you are.

it's hard for him to directly compliment or be verbally affectionate, but he tries bc he fuckin loves you omg-

in short, you're the love of his life and he'll do anything for you tbh HRJDN-

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[glittergit]

my thoughts on 348, a haphazard piece stuck together by the glue I call bkdk

aka things that have got me shook to the core after I actually sat my ass down and read the whole chapter after the leaks:

right off the bat, Im so glad uravity is in her usual colors and deku's ua gym uniform is in bkdk colors instead of its usual blue and white scheme??

love to see it uwu

and the way she's facing away/looking forward and deku's looking back(heck even their postures aren't aligned)

hori really comes through huh

a wholeass bkdk cover with the supposed het pairing

so bkdk has been planted in our heads even before we begin reading

glad we finally have that outta the way!

I had more elaborate conspiracy brewing in me head but hori just came out and said it, so glad about it

broke: het shit? ig

woke: uraraka's quaking watching the gay disaster and the bi disaster go at it in front of her, salad and all

(cmon the whole what's ur ideal date? can be discussed some other time, surely)

bespoke: while deku's responding to the convo, uraraka is worrying her ass off about toga considering this is kinda how her last confrontation w toga went(toga saying stuff she didn't like, her lashing out at toga without thinking about toga's perspective) , and the blockheaded crybaby hero who's apparently determined to tell toga he's not available sorry maam, he's so very gay for his childhood friend/rival/bff/crush/love of his life

ARE WE JUST NOT GONNA ACKNOWLEDGE THE FACT THAT TOGA HIMIKO HAS GOT HER MASK BACK ON?

THE MASK SHE BROKE WHEN SHE'D PREVIOUSLY BROKEN WHILE REVEALING HER TRUE NATURE???

THE ONE THAT SHE SUPPOSEDLY HAD BECAUSE SHE WAS PLAYING ALONG WITH THE EXPECTATIONS PLACED ON HER??????

hori literally slammed that 'confession' out of the way huh

HAH I love how that dispels the romance we're all afraid of(ill timing withstanding, as we all thought in the prev chap)

(edit:

bkdk is apparently so embedded in the very fabric of the story that it doesn't count?

bkdk isn't just a romance kids, it's a whole ass love story.

going in the same vein as that, acc to official translation, deku switching toga's 'boyfriend' to 'lovers' when he ranted about the amusement park date he daydreams about, apparently)

ah pain

this reminds me of my villain academia actually (dang tumblr won't let me include the pages I got screenshots of)

here's the image for ref:

https://imgflip.com/i/69czf7

damn right you should, ochaco is mf badass

almost forgot, why does she look...oddly peaceful?

is it because she's been prepared to be rejected, like she had been by ochaco last time?

gosh, it's the same thing again

she tried to talk(plus attack, not ignoring that) in whatever way she knew and was rebuffed

here's hoping ochaco will surprise her with some much needed empathy

and well

THERE WAS NO REASON FOR HORI TO MIMICK BAKUGOU RUNNING TO DEKU IN 322

THE OUTER PANEL COULD'VE BEEN IT

BUT HE SAW US SUFFERING AND FED US

HE GAVE US ANOTHER BKDK PARALLEL

gosh he's simply too good

#ngl kinda scared about what other angsty parallels he'll give us #but that's for future us #ahhhh this was great #bnha 348 #bnha #bkdk #omg so much bkdk #bnha brainrot #also omfg can't believe I can finally post it my net acted up and ive been on this page for like half an hour #queue

[illegal-spiegel]

To Love a Jerk

Pairing: Neito Monoma x gn!reader Genre: angst, fluff Warnings: getting shot, mention of blood Summary: you and Monoma have always butted heads but things take a turn when class 1-A is attacked by the League of Villains Word Count: 2.4k words

It wasn’t always like this. 

At one point, you and Monoma were good friends. Then, entrance exams came around and you somehow made it into class 1-A while he was stuck in 1-B. It honestly didn’t make any sense to you. People like Mineta can be in class 1-A while other people with amazing quirks and skills are in lower classes? Maybe Mineta will be better once he acts more courageously.

Either way, the school splitting you up like this wasn’t a problem for you but it was for Monoma. He’s always been prideful and being put in a lower class rather than being with other top students wounded his pride. In return, he pokes and prods at class 1-A. Luckily for you, his teasings directed at you are normally just playful because while he doesn’t like being a ‘lesser’ to you, he still remembers the friendship that you two once shared. 

You actually got into UA under recommendation and passed the entrance exams with flying colors. Because of this, you were in the top three of your class, alongside Bakugo and Todoroki. For some reason though, Mr. Aizawa pushes you harder than the other two. Maybe because he sees your potential and wants to help you improve. Who knows. Either way, you don’t appreciate being worn down like this every day. 

After practicing out in the field with your class, you all make your way back inside. Once inside, he lets you have a restroom and water break before returning to the classroom. You’re currently gulping down water like you just got out of being in the desert for a week when Monoma comes over to you and the others that were waiting for water. 

“Wow, you guys look tired. I can’t believe class 1-A is so weak! You were out there for, what, an hour? How pathetic!” You pull your head away from the fountain, turning to look at him. Once he sees you, he goes quiet for a moment before smirking and walking over to you. “Aww, what’s wrong, (Y/n)? Are you tired? Want me to fetch you a towel for all that sweat and dirt on you?” he coos. 

You sigh and roll your eyes, not really feeling in the mood to be putting up with him right now. “You sure are talking big but we both know that if I wanted to, I could still wipe the floor with you in this state,” you say boldly, staring at him with fierce eyes. His smirk falls and he stares back at you quietly for a couple of seconds. 

“You do realize that I can just copy your quirk and then it would be a pointless fight, right?” he replies, quirking a brow up at you. You aren’t sure why you decided to say this next. Normally, you would never say such things to him, or anyone else for that matter. It’s just that you’re so tired, you hurt all over, and your head is too hot, making it hard to think straight. 

“Yeah, you’re right. It would be pointless because you don’t have your own quirk. You have to steal other’s quirks just to fight. How does that feel? Being so unoriginal, I mean.” As soon as you finish, you want to take the words right back. Everyone stares at you both, looking between you two in complete and utter shock. 

Luckily for him and unluckily for you, Kendo comes over to save the day for Momona before you can apologize. “C’mon, Monoma. Stop tormenting class 1-A,” she says weakly, looking at him with concern. She’s never seen him like this. No one has. 

He’s silent. 

Monoma just stares at you in silence, hurt shining in his eyes. If anyone else insulted him, he would’ve laughed cockily and fired something back. He never thought you would ever say such things to him. He looks over at Kendo and nods before walking outside with the rest of his class since it’s now their turn to go out. 

You sigh and close your eyes, guilt and shame filling you to the brim. Stupid, stupid is what you are. “(Y/n)? We are walking back to class now,” you hear Deku softly call out to you. You turn away from the door that leads outside and turn to look at him, smiling weakly at him as you walk with him back to class. 

After that day, he refused to come and talk, or torment, you. It was eating you alive inside. There was no “Need some help with your homework, (Y/n)? You’ve never really been the sharpest tool in the shed.” or “Hey, (Y/n). I got a ninety-eight on my quiz whereas you got a ninety-seven. How does it feel to be such a sore loser?” He always used his insults as an excuse to talk to you and to even help you with said homework or something else that was ‘embarrassing’ for you.

He still talked to the other 1-A students though, continuing to make fun of them and the like. His insults were actually worse than usual. You decided after the third day of him not talking to you that enough is enough. You were determined to corner him and talk to him after school.

Today, your class was to go to USJ and practice your skills for saving and helping people from natural disasters. You were actually pretty excited to be able to work on these abilities. Well, that is until the League of Villains appeared. They separated you all and caused havoc amongst all the students. 

After fighting through villain after villain after villain, you and some of the others finally reached the source. The villain had hands all over him along with a dressed-up villain with a purple smoke-like substance emitting from him. All Might was fighting tooth and nail to beat some bird looking figure. 

It took a little while for things to start looking up and you started to believe that the good guys will win. You even helped to stop the bad guys and you’ve never felt more proud of yourself. You helped save All Might! 

It all came crashing down though when a villain with gun barrels for fingers fired shots at your group. You were hit and you honestly didn’t feel it at first because of the adrenaline. The villains warped away, letting you collapse to the ground and relax. Once your adrenaline started to subside though, it was the worst pain you’d ever felt in your entire life. You ended up blacking out from all the pain. 

When you woke up, you were in a bare white room, which you figured out was a hospital. You shift your position a bit and then feel it. You turn to see Monoma sitting in a chair with his head on your bed, his eyes closed as he peacefully sleeps. You sigh and gently place your hand on his blond locks, planning on running your fingers through the silky strands. 

That is until he pops up the second you touch him. He stands up with a shout of your name, his chest heaving with each heavy breath that he dragged in. “Are you insane? What were you thinking? What part of ‘top bad guys’ made it seem like a good idea to fight them?” he shouts. 

You stare up at him with a blank expression as he yells before a smile starts to break out on your face. “I’m fine, thanks for asking,” you reply teasingly. He huffs and crosses his arms over his chest, glaring sharply down at you. 

“I know you’re fine, you dope! The nurses who have to keep checking on you because you decided to do something stupid told me as much!” he snidely replies back. You bite your lip, trying to stop smiling. He’s honestly such a dork. Instead of saying he’s worried about you and he’s glad you’re okay, he insults you. 

It goes on like that for a while until a nurse finally comes in and tells him to lower his voice. The nurse, seeing you’re awake now, goes to get the doctor. The doctor explains you were shot and lost a lot of blood, but they got you here in time and were able to save you. You didn’t realize how serious it was until the doctor finished telling you everything. She then tells you that you’ll have to stay at the hospital for a little while to make sure that there are no complications.

“You know, you’re very lucky to have such a kind boyfriend. He made sure you were always wrapped up in a blanket, the window open to give you light and fresh air, and—”

“Okay! Thank you, doctor!” he hisses, a blush spreading across his face. The doctor chuckles as she and the nurse leave, teasing smiles on their face. You turn to look at Monoma with a raised brow and a smirk. Before you can tease him though, he’s standing up again and grumbles out, “Are you hungry? Thirsty? You were out for quite a while. I’ll go get you something since your weak body can’t handle it.” He then walks to the door before quickly leaving, your giggles following him out.

He visits you every day and even stays when your whole class comes to visit you. “Look at that, I didn’t think Monoma liked anyone,” Denki teases. Monoma’s face lights up as dark as Kirishima’s hair. 

“Look at that, I didn’t think you knew so many words,” he hisses back at Denki. 

“Monoma,” you say in warning. He turns to look at you before huffing and leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. “He didn’t mean that. He’s just in a pissy mood,” you excuse for Monoma. Denki didn’t seem to mind one bit as he grins, turning to look at Sero and Kirishima before making a whip sound. Monoma opens his mouth to give a snide remark, placing his hand on the bed to help him stand up. You place your hand over his though, successfully stopping him. He instantly shuts his mouth and stares down at your hand. 

You then notice that Deku isn’t there amongst your peers. Once you ask where he is, everyone explains that he, once again, went too far and injured himself. You hum in understanding, knowing how reckless Deku can be. The class catches you up on what you’ve missed out on as they leave their flowers, balloons, cards, and the like all over your room. You thank them for visiting as they leave, your eyes moving to Monoma once they’re gone. 

He remained quiet the entire time and still appeared to have a blush on his face since you kept your hand over his. “We really need to work on that temper of yours,” you tease, giggling as a pout comes to his lips. 

Once you’re finally released from the hospital, he takes you home and makes sure you are 110% fine before finally leaving. When you come back to school, everyone is ecstatic to see you back. Everything goes back to normal after that. 

Well, except for the fact that Monoma follows you around like a lost puppy now. At first, you thought it was cute. I mean, he wasn’t the only one worried about you. After a while though, he was the only one still fretting over everything you do. You didn’t want him treating you like glass anymore, so after school one day, you confronted him. 

He’s walking you home like always, making sure there’s nothing blocking your path as you two walk. “Monoma, why do you treat me like porcelain?” you ask, coming to a stop as he moves a branch out of the way for you. He pauses and turns to look at you, acting like a deer caught in headlights. 

“Well, it’s not my fault that you’re so weak. It was pathetic how you—”

“You need to stop,” you interrupt, crossing your arms over your chest. He stands up straight after moving the branch off to the side. 

“Stop what? Helping you? You always complained that I’m not nice to you and now you’re saying I’m being too nice? Make up your mind,” he says after scoffing. You sigh and walk over to him, coming to stand in front of him. 

“Monoma, please. Talk to me. Why are you acting like this? It’s been weeks since I was shot. Why are you still treating me like this?” He turns to face you, his eyes seeming to shine under the sun. 

“Because I…” he trails off, looking away from you once more and starting to walk away. 

“No, Monoma. We are talking about this,” you command, taking a hold of his arm. He spins around and turns to face you, suddenly in your personal space. 

“Because I care about you, (Y/n)! As soon as I heard what had happened, I felt like someone punched me in the gut. I suddenly couldn’t breathe and I prayed to god for the first time in years. I prayed that you were okay, that you wouldn’t die before I could tell you how I feel,” he says in one go, gasping for air when he finishes. 

Your brows furrow though, this explanation not clearing anything up for you. “How you fe—” He cuts you off with his lips, deciding to show you instead of telling you how he feels. Your eyes go wide at the sudden kiss, your heart trying to jump out of your chest. You close your eyes to return the kiss but before you can, he pulls back and stares into your eyes once you open them again. 

“I love you, okay? Jeez, how stupid are you?” he breathes. You can’t help but giggle like a schoolgirl, tugging him back in for another kiss. He wraps his arms around you with a low hum, a breeze blowing through you both and making his hair tickle your forehead. The kiss is sweet and loving, your lips sharing the words that you two have always had trouble saying. 

“You did it again. Is it that hard for you to say something to me without insulting me?” you ask once you two pull back. He scoffs and tightens his grip on you, his eyes playfully squinting at you. 

“Is it so hard for you to say it back?” he sasses, a smirk coming to his face. You bite your lip and bring one of your hands away from his chest to brush his hair out of his eyes. 

“I love you too, jerk.”

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[mosshead-lover]

The Act of LordE: Part-13

Crumpled Confessions

~ Bakugou & Izuku x Reader

Summary: [y/n] moves to her dream city having abundant hopes. Her encounter with Katsuki Bakugou, sends unsettling ripples through her life. Determined to earn an apology for her boyfriend, Izuku Midoriya, she gets into a game with Katsuki. Will the game remain a simple game even at the stake of her love life?

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A/n: You will enjoy this better if you have read the previous parts before! ^^

Hope you peeps are keeping safe. Kacchan ended up cofessing over a written note? Lol don’t hate me.

- Bau

Part-1 | Part-2 | Part-3 | Part-4 | Part-5 | Part-6 | Part-7 | Part-8 | Part-9 | Part-10|Part-11| Part-12|

--Start--

Months passed. All of [y/n]'s attempts of reaching Izuku went in futile. It was highly unnatural of him. Izuku was anything but the person who didn't clarify differences. Eventually, [y/n] had given up. Her daily routine was mundane.

'Do what's needed for survival and spend the rest of the time locked up in the house.'

She didn't even try getting out of it cause she felt like she didn't deserve to be happy. Not after what she put Izuku through. Not after ruining their friendship for Katsuki and him. She felt responsible for making the very forgiving Izuku cold as Ice. She felt responsible for breaking down Katsuki's spirit. The tension between the two top rising heroes was not so subtle. Those who knew. Knew. Those who didn't; come up with a bunch of theories.

Izuku meant to avoid [y/n] only for a few days. He thought he deserved some time away. Some time alone to sort his thoughts and feelings before having a conversation with her. But, every morning, he woke up and thought,

'I need another day.'

He could never come to terms with reality or move on. His heart was stagnant.

Katsuki didn't speak much to Izuku since the day they had that long conversation. Unlike earlier, Nor Izuku showed any friendly gestures. Katsuki seemed not to care but was dying to know how things were between Deku and her. He wanted to know if everything was sorted. He needed to know if she was all right. He tried getting it out of Aya but, no luck. She refused to say anything and had snapped, saying he had gone too far this time. Kirishima was taken aback. His usual softspoken girlfriend snapped at his ever fierce best friend and, Kachan didn't utter a word.

One snowy evening...

"Katsuki!"

"Long time. How are you?"

Katsuki moved away from the door, letting go of the piece of paper in his pocket. He brought his hands together, rubbing to keep them warm.

"What are you doing here?"

"I am good too. Thanks for asking."

[y/n] unlocked the door and gestured him to get in. She set things down and poured herself a glass of water.

"Let me fix you up with a decaf."

Katsuki was already on the way to the kitchen.

"You look tired. Let me do it."

He didn't wait for the answer. When he turned back to make sure she wasn't following him in, he was assured with a smile. Not as bright as it used to be, but a smile regardless.

They drank their drinks in silence. Katsuki saw a pile of beer bottles lying in the corner and decided not to bring up alcohol although, he desperately needed some, to loosen up. It took Aya's constant questioning and nagging to finally break his shell and confess his love for [y/n]. Although he hated himself for it, he felt at ease after saying it out loud. It felt real. Aya promised to never bring it up. Yet, she kept hinting to him about what he should do next. He knew it too. He had to express his feelings somehow regardless of how [y/n] would take it. He had spent one whole week preparing his confession. Count less crumpled papers and countless discarded notes. He carefully wrote down every word of every sentence he was about to say. He had made enough mistakes of letting his arrogance get in the way. He wanted to do this right. This had to go well.

"So, how's college?" Katsuki finally broke the silence.

"It's good." [y/n] stuck to the mundane response. After few seconds of silence, She felt bad for being cold and continued the conversation.

"Does Lime Punch still serve lemonade to after every arrest?"

"He does!" Katsuki chucked and continued.

"He has improvised, says 'You have been served' as the cops drag the convict."

"Oh yes! I saw it on the TV. He might as well serve lemonade to the convict!"

[y/n] let out a gentle laugh.

"I wouldn't be surprised." Katsuki shrugged, smiling instinctively, absorbing the sound of her laughter.

Katsuki meant to cook something nice, but her fridge was empty. And in the bag, there was nothing except more beer and some instant ramen. They stuck to ramen. Contrary to Katsuki's expectations, [y/n] seemed to have moved on from the past, as she never mentioned the bet or the night. Yet, she was suffering, which made it even more difficult for him to do what he had come for.

It was time to leave. Katsuki was at door.

"Good night." [y/n] waved and pushed the door.

"WAIT!" Katshuki held the door halfway.

He reached his pocket and took out a crumpled paper.

"C..could you throw this away for me?"

Puzzled, [y/n] took it.

"You might wanna read it first."

[y/n] tilted her head, still confused.

"W..will you?" Katsuki's hand still firmly placed on the half-closed door, his gaze intense.

"Sure!" was [y/n]'s reply.

It took [y/n] a few sentences to get used to Katsuki's calligraphy. There were many strike throughs and additions. Some words rounded and some underlined. It was all jumbled, series of arrows serving as a guide to form an order. Neglecting all the chaos, [y/n] read.

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I hate you for appearing in front of me as the clock struck twelve. I hate myself for giving in to those stupid guys words and kissing you to prove something. I hate myself for thinking that I gained something from that when in reality, I had lost miserably. I kept trying to take it back, only to get down in a path of bad decisions streak. Now that I look back, I don't know what I was up to. I was trying to get you and pushing you away. It was bound to end in a disaster as it did. I hate that we can't start over. I hate it that a mere apology won't do anything. Regardless. I am going to.

In an attempt to win you, I have done things that only dragged all of us down. I regret it every day. I wasn't thinking straight. I ignited something that burned down happiness for you, Deku and me. I don't know how things are between you and him. I will not let go without a fight.

[first name] [last name], I am what they call heads over heels for you. If you are willing to give me a chance, join me at Tsukiji Bridge to watch the sunset on new year's eve.

<Say goodnight and leave>

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Fic Recs Part 2

A/N: I was going to update the other fic rec list, but didn’t really want to, so I made a seperate one :) feel free to put more in the comments:)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

~BNHA~

Beneath The Rising Smoke by SleepwalkersQueen

Hawks followed the rules. He played well, because losing would bring him his death - or worse: civilian casualties.

Dabi was a risk. A cold-blooded killer and an inscrutable variable, too dangerous to be touched with bare hands. Their relationship was a game of dominance and lies, made from children’s rules. Where every word could turn the tables and every touch could burn a mind, Keigo wouldn’t lose. And when Dabis gaze burned the skin from his body, broke his ribs open and shamelessly stared at his exposed heart; Keigo only smiled. 'Give me back your hate and all your pain', he thought. 'Give me all shards of your hollow soul. The day will come when you'll bite off my tongue and swallow my lies, Touya.'

But suddenly Keigo's heart doesn't seem to get the rules anymore.

Switched and Scattered by kazzarole

After taking care of a minor situation at the mall, Todoroki and Midoriya find themselves under the influence of a frustrating quirk--and now they have to navigate the social deep water that is Class 1-A without anyone catching on to the fact that they've accidentally switched bodies.

Not to mention that this has caused the lines between 'friend' and 'crush' to become hopelessly blurred, and Shouto is pretty sure that this whole situation can only end in disaster.

cumbersome and heavy body by PoutyBats

Love has no limits even if he does.

'Kaminari never wanted to label his feelings. Labeling them made them real, and he didn’t want them to be real. '

 A Trip Up No-Memory Lane by acernor

Midoriya loses his memory to a villain's quirk in senior year and re-meets his classmates for the first time. With 20x the confidence, he takes absolutely 0% of Bakugo's shit, and pushes back when Bakugo tries to push him around.

Bakugo likes it.

Uraraka/Asui is the side pairing.

Called It by acernor

Kirishima is such a nice person that he inadvertently nets himself a threesome with his ex and his ex's boyfriend (Bakugo and Midoriya), aka the manliest guys in their class. NICE WORK KIRISHIMA

You all asked, and I deliver... the threesome sequel to A Trip Up No-Memory Lane ;D

Come Complete by feelslikefire

When Eijirou finds amateur porn of a certain someone, he has to show Katsuki. Now they have to figure out what to do about it. Or rather, who to do. (Established kiribaku invite deku into their bed, after shenanigans.)

Once Bound, Twice Mated by Aravis

The reality of being a mate and wife is far better than the nightmare Izuku imagined for his arranged mating. 

Something New by SillyMango

Todoroki and Bakugou keep finding themselves alone together. The results are confusing and explosive, then they don't see each other again for months or years. Then it happens again and again.

This fic explores how they navigate post-graduation life (when life hasn't turned out the way anyone expected) and each other. Each chapter is a different time they end up alone together. Slow Burn. Enemies to Friends to Lovers (not quite in that order). Emotional Roller Coaster. Happy Ending (I promise!). And lots and lots of talking.

~HAIKYUU~

And they were Roommates! by boomturkey

When the quarantine hits Japan, Hinata fears he might just go feral if he has to stay in his tiny apartment for the duration. Enter Atsumu, offering Hinata a place to stay with a yard and a home gym. Can they tolerate each other as roommates? And will they find love in the time of quarantine? (Yes.)

Or,

That quarantine fanfic every ship in every fandom needs right now.

moving in slow motion  by simplerushes

“First, you’re about to pick your ex-boyfriend up at the airport,” Osamu starts, eyeing him wearily. “Second, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

(or: one year after their breakup, shouyou calls atsumu at one in the morning and asks if he'd pick him up at the airport. atsumu says yes, because of course he does.)            

ampersand by infantblue

Atsumu confesses to Hinata on a dare and everything falls apart.

sucker for you by msbys21

There’s a question that hangs onto the tip of his tongue, heavy and terribly impulsive when he tastes it. “Omi-san,” He starts, “Have you ever drank from people?”

Deprived of blood, Sakusa falls sick - but Hinata might have a solution.          

Baby by witchy_alien

At three in the morning Kenma finds himself setting up an account to become a sugar daddy.

Dance of the Parallax by astroeulogy

For the last twenty years, Atsumu’s done all that he can to break his betrothal to the ogre spirit Sakusa. If he can just make it through one more night, he’ll be free.

~ALTA/LOK~

invisible string by taotu

Sokka sighs, folds his arms so he can rest his chin on them. “Aang?” “Mhm?” “Can you Google—listen closely, this exact wording—how to get over your dream woman who is also the love of your life when it’s been three months but you’re still hung up on her and now she lives next door so she’s virtually inescapable and there’s no way to get her back ‘cos she’s dating your ex and is definitely not into you?”

There Is COVID in Ba Sing Se by Odae

The whole world is under lockdown, and Sokka and Zuko move in together.

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My Hero Academia Fics I like, organized by ship (even though often the ship is not really the main bit)

Izuku/Shoto

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19283959 -  This is not a #bakudeku story, but if Izuku hadn't wanted Todoroki to give him shit about it, he probably should have thrown away that doujinshi Jirou had bought him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22035913 - izuku being a bisexual disaster (this one goes in many spots XD)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13433601/chapters/30787386 -  In order to avoid a visit from his unpleasant grandparents Todoroki attends a hero convention with Midoriya, and learns a few things along the way.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13498050 -  Midoriya is the catalyst of many of the 'firsts' in Shouto's life--it just makes sense that Shouto should share his first kiss with him, too.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22055713/chapters/52636600 -  Izuku Midoriya never got the chance to save Bakugo from the sludge villain and impress All Might. With his dream crushed, Izuku becomes bitter and angry. It also doesn't help that he faces discrimination at every turn.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16280423 -  Drunk History: HEROES

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26528089/chapters/64660573 -  Izuku Midoriya's close friends have known almost since the beginning that there is more than determination, kindness, and a powerful quirk that make him a great hero. Now, when an innocent school assignment reveals more about him to the teachers than he is comfortable with, it's time for the rest of the world to know as well. (ongoing)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25028176/chapters/60610345 -  Every single school had one: someone at the top of the food chain. (ongoing)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27648380/chapters/67652114 -  Todoroki Shouto's life had been terrible basically as long as he could remember. (ongoing)

Izuku/Tenya

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22035913 - izuku being a bisexual disaster (this one goes in many spots XD)

Izuku/Denki

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23529571/chapters/56433163 -  After his dream is finally crushed, Izuku isn’t quite sure there’s anything left for him to live for, but...he can’t exactly kill himself either, not without hurting the people he cares the most about. So, when he realizes that the quirkless can’t technically be vigilantes, it seems like the best of both worlds. He’ll be able to save people even without being a hero and, if he happens to die while he’s at it...well, like Kacchan said, maybe he’d be born with a quirk in the next life.

Izuku/Eijirou

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22035913 - izuku being a bisexual disaster (this one goes in many spots XD)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21821275 -  (Or: 5 Times Midoriya picks Kirishima up + 1 time he picks him up, or 5 times Midoriya picks Kirishima up + 1 time Kirishima picks him up)

Izuku x 1A

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27498973 (just everyone being attracted to izuku XD) -  Footage from Deku Vs Muscular is leaked and broadcasted by a local news station in Musutafu.

Izuku/Hitoshi

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22035913 - izuku being a bisexual disaster (this one goes in many spots XD)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22650859 -  (Or: 5 times Eri falls asleep on Izuku + 1 time Izuku falls asleep on her) (mostly eri being adorable but background izuku/hitoshi)

Izuku/Ochako

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22080895/chapters/52696084 -  Izuku Midoriya goes home and decides that, even if he can't be hero himself, he can still help them with his analysis. Cue Izuku catching the attention of multiple heroes who are a little more open-minded and willing to see the potential in a quirkless kid.

Izuku x Yuga

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23616805 -  Bakugou can always find something to make fun of Izuku for. His latest target may or may not be the cruellest yet: his relationship. What he didn't bank on, though, was that his boyfriend might not take it lying down.

Izuku/Mei

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25069339/chapters/60722971 -  After All Might gives Izuku a much needed reality check, he has to find a new dream. When he learns that the support course at UA offers an emphasis in Intelligence and Analytics, it sounds like the perfect new passion for him to throw himself into. Who knew? Maybe Hero Analysis for the Future was never meant for his future as a hero, but for his future helping heroes...

Izuku/Tenya/Shoto

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17960138 -  (Post-graduation, Izuku, Tenya, and Shouto move into an apartment and start the Ingenium Hero Agency. It's not easy. But they make it work. Together.)

Izuku/Hitoshi/Tenya/Shoto

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21366901 (possibly?) shinsou hitoshi entered the chat

Izuku x Hitoshi x Shoto

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21649615 - Izuku and sleep deprivation

Izuku x Ochaco x Shoto

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17805899/chapters/42010397 -  Now that he finally has a moment to reflect on what Todoroki told him during the Sports Festival, Izuku realizes there's only one way to take down Endeavor.

Gen 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15904218 - “Aizawa, are you sure I’m the best person for this job? There are a lot more qualified people on campus. People who have been teachers for years, and— ”As All Might spoke, Midoriya Izuku crawled the length of the couch, ducked under All Might’s arm, and made himself comfortable on his lap. All Might’s hands rose into the air, as though unsure of what to with his arms now that he had a toddler curled against his stomach like a cat seeking the warmth of its owner. “Um,” All Might said.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24941116 -  Or: After a training accident, Izuku forgets everything that happened after his second year of middle school.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22337245 - just an adorable fic of baby hitoshi walking to the store all by himself and making a friend

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17221628/chapters/40497176 -  “Make a hero conspiracy YouTube channel with me.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15189752/chapters/35228405 -  Where Class 1-A finds itself in a time loop centered around their first year at UA. After getting over the usual angst, they decide that the best way to grow as heroes is by antagonizing dangerous villains for fun and amusement.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14446512/chapters/33370263 -  

 Heroes lead by Bakugo. Villains lead by Midoriya. Seven days prep time. Three days for Izuku Midoriya to show why they should be glad he's not a real villain.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28182108/chapters/69057312 -   Perhaps, it's time for an intervention.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20508056 -  10-year-old Izuku doesn’t know what he’s done to gain All Might’s attention, but he’s definitely not complaining. Or: All Might travels back in time, and he’s not about to make the same mistakes again.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17493974/chapters/41204636 -  Toshinori feels things are a bit tender after his retirement at the hands of All For One.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19350802 -  Izuku gets deaged, and Yagi learns what suffering is.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26402392/chapters/64316821 -  It turns out, threatening to withhold medical treatment from a fifteen year old has consequences. Some are predictable, but others...less so.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24664720 -  Or, a long form oneshot of what if Aizawa decided to address both boys’ issues from the very beginning.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27661256/chapters/67687958 -  Izuku has plans for everything.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28003980/chapters/68595441 -  In one world, the members of Class 1A, for the most part, had support systems and ways to cope that let them take things in stride. In another, they are left far more vulnerable to the traumas inflicted on them over and over. (ongoing)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37801945/chapters/94384678 - Izuku finds a piece of Eraserhead's capture weapon and accidentally becomes a vigilante. The only issue is that when villains see a hero using Eraserhead's capture weapon, they make the logical assumption that that hero is, in fact, Eraserhead. Oops... (ongoing)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33630412/chapters/83571730 - So instead of becoming heroes that bring hope, they decide to become the next best thing.The kind of heroes that make villains think, ‘oh, fuck, we’re screwed.’

#my hero academia #fanfiction recommendation #fanfic reccs #Izuku x Shoto #Izuku x Hitoshi x Tenya x Shoto #Izuku x Hitoshi x Shoto #Izuku x Tenya #Izuku x Eijirou #Izuku x Hitoshi #Izuku x Ochaco x Shoto #Izuku x Yuga #izuku x tenya x shoto

[bakugoukatsuki-rising]

*kicks the door down* MORE BKDK HEADCANONS TO AVOID MY RESPONSIBILITIES!

- Now, I headcanon Bakugou as Demisexual cause I'm demisexual too. And let me tell you intimacy with this man is difficult and Bakugou was lowkey worried that Deku would be super affectionate, but Deku has never done anything with Bakugou doing it first. But Bakugou lowkey wonders like those extras keep talking about making out and doing it so why hasn't Deku talked about it

- However, Deku is a bisexual disaster and the reason for this is because he's scared that he's doing too much. Because like "what if I hold his hand but he doesn't want to? I wanna hug him but I don't want to bother?" This bean is so anxious of going to fast that sex is not even on his mind

- Its got to the point that they started yelling at each other maybe like a week in the relationship on WHY the other hasn't FUCKING KISSED THE OTHER SINCE THE FIRST KISS (which you bet happened in a moment of adrenaline)

- I picture the argument like this

"WHY THE FUCK HAVEN'T YOU KISSED ME IDIOT?"

"WAIT YOU WANT ME TO KISS YOU? I THOUGHT I MIGHT MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!"

"IM YOUR BOYFRIEND! YOU KISS ME WHEN YOU WANNA KISS ME! IF YOU'RE SO WORRIED FUCKING ASK ME DUMBASS!"

"WELL I WANNA KISS YOU NOW!"

"GOOD! GO AHEAD DON'T BE A COWARD TO HOLD HANDS EITHER-*deku kisses him*"

- Also both Squads thought that the Pining was bad... no... somehow the Dating is WORSE. Personal space is like nonexistent. They always work so well in tandem that's it's scary like Deku could be writing in his notebooks and Bakugou is feeding himself and Deku.... and Deku didn't say anything he just ~senses~ and opens his mouth

- Also self indulgent KIRITODO CAUSE I CAN! Because both of the Squads kinda just fuse because of this merge this is how Kirishima and Todoroki start catching feelings because all of a sudden it's like "wow Todoroki is so manly and funny when he wants to be" and "I've never noticed how Kirishima is so understanding and can handle so many personality"

- God, after they have the "discussion" of intimacy. They need to keep things SHUT AND LOCKED! Uraraka has walked in them making out way too many times for comfort when all she wanted was to ask for notes

- The Squads need to keep Study Sessions separate because of two things will happen. One: Deku and Bakugou compete over who can finish assignments faster, or Two: The idiots are giving each other lovey dovey eyes or create incentives like "beat me at finishing this math assignment correctly and I'll give a kiss"

- Class 1-A thought that spars against each other would be better because hey at least they're fighting that hasn't changed and WHOA WHOA WHY IS BAKUGOU PINING DEKU LIKE THAT?! (There was so heterosexual explanation why he did that)

- Bakugou is an amazing cook and makes Deku lunch bentos and dinners because "damn it deku im your boyfriend let me do something nice idiot!"

- On the opposing end Deku bakes. Which is so funny because he thinks "man I can't make Kacchan anything. All of this is too sweet." Until he finds a way to add spice to sweets and realizes cinnamon works too (i think I heard it's like a spicy sensation I'm allergic to cinnamon) and suddenly Bakugou is getting spicy cookies

- Yes some members of the BakuSquad have tried to eat the cookies and were left in pain from the spice and all Bakugou could say was "That's what you fucking get for trying to steal cookies MY boyfriend made me"

Pls

Pls

I am so weak for your headcanons, you're a mastermind, I seriously love you omg

#bnha #mha #bkdk #kiritodo #sailormew4 #asks #basketball idiot replies #basketball idiot

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Birthday (Bakugou x fem!reader)

Happy (early) Birthday to @lady-bakuhoe, you sweet sweet smutty queen! 

Have some super cheesy Bakugou romance and fluff, I couldn’t help myself but make him a disaster romantic boy. 

Hope you enjoy!!!

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Bakugou watched stealthily as you made your way into the common room. A small skip in your step as you approached the table full of girls. Excited squeals left Uraraka’s and Mina’s lips as they all jumped you and began to sing you praises. He could hear them congratulating you on your birthday, they gingerly sat you down in front of a fresh plate of pancakes while they chattered annoyingly about whatever. Stupid extras and their stupid birthdays, he thought as he watched your face flush pink when Mina gave your cheek a kiss. A scowl pulled at his lips, but he tried to shake it off as best as he could.

 Bakugou Katsuki was nothing to you. He wasn’t your training buddy, he wasn’t you friend, and he definitely wasn’t your boyfriend. So, why the hell did he want to make this day special for you?

 Oh,

right…

 Ever since he saw you in the sports festival, he had been enchanted by you. Your strength and smarts amazed him. The camp incident only strengthened those feelings, he watched helplessly as you fought tooth and nail to protect everyone around you. As if that wasn’t enough, you chased after him. Trying to save him from the villains. You didn’t even talk to each other, for fuck’s sake! And there you were, covered in blood and dirt. Ready to take on the world for him. Your strong fearless actions were a juxtaposition to your very kind and soft soul. He found amazing how you could kick villain ass and then turn around to give the most comforting smile to anyone in need.

 Bakugou snarled at himself at his thoughts, how the hell was he even supposed to get you something when you didn’t even talk. He hated that he was constantly pining for you like an idiot. What he didn’t know was that he had also been in your thoughts. And that maybe, just maybe you wished he would come and say happy birthday to you. Your heart had always had a special place for him. Understanding that his anger came from deep insecurities and fear. You knew he meant well, and you also knew that he was slowly growing and changing for the best. You saw it in the little ways he took care of others or how he would be softer with you. Picking up the things you left behind. Lightly scolding you as you overworked yourself or put others before you.

 You observed the boy scowl in your direction and you shrunk in your seat. The other girls noticed, and some glared at him a bit. But you couldn’t bring yourself to feel upset. You didn’t know what you had done to earn his distaste but it left you feeling empty. Why must the object of your affection be such a grump? But then again, he wouldn’t be him if he wasn’t grumpy. You gave him a small smile and a wave. You watched as he turned his face away and trudged out of the room. A small sigh left your lips.

 “That stupid jerk.” Toru snarked at the retreating boy, “I don’t get why he’s always glaring at you.”

“I mean, she is competing with him for the top…” Uraraka mused.

“And she bested him in training last week.” Yaomomo took a sip of her tea as she eyed Jirou carefully.

Jirou shook her head at the tall girl but didn’t expect the words to fall from Mina’s mouth.

“Maybe it’s not what you think- OW!” she cried as Jirou smacked her shoulder.

“Wait, what?” you looked at both girls, eyes shining bright.

“Nothing.” Jirou glared at the other girls.

Your shoulders fell a bit, she didn’t elaborate but you felt a bit of hope grow in your chest.

 Of course, as soon as the hope bloomed it was crushed by the shouts of the angry blonde in the hallway.

“FUCK OFF! IT’S JUST A BIRTHDAY!!!!”

Kirishima walked back in with the blonde, their bags slung around their shoulders as he tried to appease the ferocious boy. The red head met Mina’s eyes and shrugged but then grimaced when he saw the look in your eye. It was unmistakable, so unmistakable that even the dense Todoroki had noticed how you deflated. Bakugou pretended he didn’t just see the hurt in your gaze and marched out to class. Kirishima followed quietly. Guilt eating him up at what he had indirectly caused. Bakugou’s heart ached but fuck. He didn’t have the time for this… but he didn’t want to hurt you either.

 Training had been a bitch that day, you found yourself lying on your back and staring at the beautiful clear sky. You relished the warmth the sun gave you until a long dark shadow was cast over you. You met the heated scowl of the infamous King Explosion Murder. You sat up only to feel something cold bump onto your forehead. You grabbed the bottle he offered but before you could say anything, he was already walking back to Kirishima. A puzzled look came over your features, but you shrugged it off. He sometimes made sure you had some water lately. He usually snarked at you too, though.

 Another bizarre thing occurred when after training you found some cute looking pens and a small notepad grace your desk. They were all elephant themed, your favorite animal. They were strong and caring creatures. You checked to see if there was a note or anything but there wasn’t. You looked around and met Bakugou’s gaze. You watched as he quickly looked away and grumbled something under his breath. You felt the embers of hope sparking up again. Your heart beating quickly as you blushed fiercely. Bakugou smirked as he sneaked a look at you and saw your flushed cheeks. Yeah, you were worth it. He would just have to bide his time. He was patient… sometimes… he could wait until tonight… he hoped.

 The day had thankfully flown by and nighttime was upon you. Your class had made a cozy dinner for your birthday; everyone had sung and cheered in celebration. You were the mom of their little class, so they tried to make you feel as loved as you made them feel. They knew you always took care of them before yourself and wanted to make sure you knew how much they appreciated that. Small gifts had been received from them and very warm hugs had been given to all except one.

 Bakugou had hung in the back of the room. Quietly observing as you tenderly thanked and loved on everyone. He watched as you embraced Deku and gave Iida a big kiss on the cheek. He watched as the girls huddled around you and began to dance with you to the stupidest song ever. He felt jealous when you pulled Kirishima and Aoyama back to the table and made sure they ate properly. He almost blew up when he saw you gently pat Todoroki’s shoulder and whisper something in his ear. What he didn’t know was that he was being watched and a small plan slowly began spinning into action.

 Todoroki gently smiled at the soft way you always spoke to him. You were one of the few who took care of not overstimulating him with loud and brash actions. So, he decided to give you an extra birthday gift. He carefully watched Bakugou glare at him as your hand squeezed his shoulder. He slowly stood and gave you a very big hug. He relished in the warmth but not before meeting the explosive boy’s gaze and sending him an obnoxious smirk. He saw the moment the boy snapped; a loud growl ripped through his throat and into the world. He marched through the common room loudly, silence engulfing everyone as Todoroki let go of you.

“What in the world…?” you spoke under your breath.

“He’ll be back.” He smiled. “Make sure you’re ready though.”

You blinked owlishly at the boy as everyone began chatting and enjoying the music again. You sat in Uraraka’s lap as Iida and Deku told a funny story, unaware of the surprise you were about to receive.

 Bakugou’s gaze locked on you as he stomped back into the small party. A grocery bag was in his hand, and he suddenly felt very inadequate. He had been buying you things for special events for a while now… but he always chickened out. Today was the day, though. He would grow a pair and finally give you everything he had ever seen that reminded him of you. He pushed through his anxious thoughts, eyes burning in fury as he watched you enjoying whatever Deku was saying. He watched as Uraraka held you loosely in her lap and felt jealousy combust his heart. He stomped over to you and before anyone could react lifted you out of Uraraka’s lap and over his shoulder. You let out a yelp as you felt yourself become a human sack of potatoes. Your friends began to protest but Kirishima and, surprisingly, Todoroki calmed them down. You heard Mina let out a loud finally before Jirou had covered her mouth with her hands.  Todoroki met your gaze and gave you a small thumbs up. He watched as your face turned even more bewildered and he chuckled. Now who was dense?

  The world was upside down as Bakugou carried you to who knows where. You tried to lift yourself but each time you tried, Bakugou would jostle you until you hung upside down again. So, you just gave up and permitted whatever this was, to happen. You let his sweet aroma calm you and enjoyed the cool summer breeze. It wasn’t until you heard some running water that you felt him slow down. Carefully he placed you on your feet, his eyes studied every line of your face. You felt yourself ignite under his stare; heart thumping so hard you thought he could hear it. Wordlessly he grabbed your hand and led you to the small fountain. You warmed at the feel of his rough hand in yours. His skin was hardened from all his training and explosions, but you didn’t mind. Those hands meant work, and dedication. They meant passion and maybe even love. 

Bakugou sat you both on a small bench nearby and shoved the grocery bag into your lap.

“What-“

“Dammit! Just open it… please.” He grumbled, his cheeks dusting pink.

You nodded hesitantly but proceeded to pull the stuff out. Your heart began beating a mile a minute as you began taking out your favorite snacks and candies from the bag. There was also very cute elephant stationary, but the icing on the cake were the plushies inside. There was a plushie for one of each of your favorite heroes. You looked at the stuffed toys in amazement. Easily recognizing Miruko, Eraserhead, and Thirteen. You hugged the plushies to you tightly as you looked at the boy.

 “Bakugou, this is too much. I don’t deser-“

“Yes, you do.” He snapped, “You deserve all that and more.”

“But I… I don’t get it.”

He turned towards you; his eyes full of unspoken emotions he was just dying to get out of his system. He grabbed the plushies in your arms, careful not to get his sweat on them, and began bagging all of your gifts.

“Of course, you don’t, dumbass.” He snarked, “You’re always making sure everyone’s happy, that everyone’s okay.”

“Yes but I don’t do it for-“

“Let me finish, dammit!” he froze at his own tone of voice but relaxed when he felt your hand on his. Gently coaxing his words out of him. The warmth that radiated from you was comforting and reassuring. His hands tightened around the bag he held as he let out a strangled breath.

“Who’s going to take care of you?” he asked softly. “Who’s going to make sure you are happy and safe and… I just… I want to… uh… I want to be the one…” He trailed off as he met your eyes uncertainly, his cheeks turned pink as he watched you slowly realize what his words meant.

 You took the bag from his hands gently and replaced it with your hands. He suspiciously watched as you scooched closer to him. He could almost smell the sweet scent of vanilla that always seemed to follow you. He had to shake his head to be able to focus on you and not that appealing aroma.

“I was hoping someone special would do that…” you kept your gaze steady on the boy. “Someone strong, loyal, brave,” his chest puffed up but then deflated at your next words, “sweet, caring, and kind.” He let go of your hands slowly, but you stared at him, clearly puzzled.

He wouldn’t look at you, he hunched over as he looked anywhere but you.

“You’re right… you do deserve someone like that. Dammit! I don’t know why I thought…” your heart broke as you watched his confidence crumble, “it could be me.” He whispered.

He cursed himself for letting his hopes soar, but you were right. You deserved someone gentle, not a brash hot head like him. Someone who could actually make you happy. Someone who couldn’t blow you up by holding your hand. Who wouldn’t mind sappy romantic dates and long stupid walks on the beach. He didn’t dare look at you, shame burning through him. Why the hell did he ever think he was good enough?

You studied the boy and began to feel something stir in you. Something hot, fiery, and very dangerous. You felt your hands ball up into fists as the idiot in front of you misunderstood you completely. You felt yourself explode as you witnessed him become so small in front of you. You couldn’t let him feel this way, you hated how doubt filled the boy who had slowly grown his way into your heart. So, like everything you did in life, you followed your gut and you moved before you could think.

 Bakugou blinked hard as your hands grabbed his cheeks and pulled his face towards yourself. Fury burned in your gaze and the poor boy couldn’t understand why. Didn’t you just reject him? What did you want now?

“Listen to me well, Bakugou Katsuki.” You frowned. “I was trying to be romantic and describe you, you idiot.”

“But I’m not…”

“Yes, you are.” You cut him off firmly. “You may be a little rough around the edges and grumpy and hot headed.” He looked away and grumbled, making you smile a bit. “But, under all that gruff and snarky exterior there is an amazing hero. There is kindness, there is tenderness, and there is definitely someone I have grown to care for and like and maybe even-“

 You felt his hard body slam against your chest, his arms wrapped around you tightly. He almost knocked you off the little bench, but you had managed to catch both of you. You did your best to right yourself and felt him slump against you. You tried to catch your breath but his hold on you was almost suffocating… or was that just you drowning in this moment? Your hands rubbed up and down his back soothingly as he carefully let go. You watched in amazement as he settled so close to you, you could feel his minty breath fanning over your face. He rested his forehead on yours and let out a deep sigh. It was as if he was letting himself enjoy your presence fully for the first time. As if all his tensions and worries had been erased with one embrace. You felt him lean closer, but he hesitated. A warm rough hand caressed the skin of your cheek and you nuzzled into his touch.

“Can…I…” He pulled back; cheeks red as he eyed your lips yearningly.

 You touched your lips to his, in answer. It was short and sweet. He seemed dazed by it at first, but then a large feral grin covered his face. Before you could take a breath, he was reuniting with your lips. His hands still on your cheeks as your hands tangled into his hair and grabbed his shirt. It was sloppy and explosive and even a bit wild, but it was all him. And you found yourself sinking deeper into him; you met each other’s lips again and again. Hands tangling in hair, arms pulling each other impossibly closer. Both warming and loosing yourselves to hormones and each other’s touches and kisses. You felt him finally take a breath and separate from you. You felt yourself gasp for air; his eyes never left you nor your bruised lips. You hadn’t even noticed that you were also lightly panting. Your head was spinning from the kisses, you were lost in crimson. You felt like you were burning under his touch and gaze. His eyes shone with desire and tenderness as he brushed your hair back.

“I’ve been dying to do that.” he murmured, as you struggled to catch your breath.

You felt your cheeks heat up as he gently leaned forward and kissed your cheek lovingly. His thumb ran over where his lips had just graced, and he smiled.

 “Happy birthday…” he whispered, before he caught your lips again in a kiss.

#bnhabookclub #bnha #mha #bnha imagine #mha imagine #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x you #bakugo x reader #bakugo #bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #d-b-w

[ineffectualdemon]

Am I sad and queer and projecting my issues onto traumatised anime characters?

Yes.

Am I doing this because the only way for me to kinda process my own traumatic childhood/teen years is to project it onto fictional characters?

Also yes.

Am I cheering myself up by thinking up queer headcanons for said anime teens?

Hell yes

Anyway queer headcanons MHA

The boys:

Deku: disaster bisexual. But doesn't realise it first because he's too busy trying not to have his arms fall off

Bakugou: is this even a question? Gay as fuck. One who says shit like "oh sorry you killed all the nice gays and now it's just us angry queers left" before he curbstomps a homophobe

Todoroki: gay but doesn't fully realise it because he doesn't realise that not everyone likes boys. Class 1a doesn't help

Iida: AroAce. Really wants a cuddle buddy but is too shy to ask for one (Uraraka and Deku cuddle him anyway)

Kirishima: gay af as we all know

Denki: my bisexual himbo of a son. Love him!

Sero: doesn't really think about it too hard. Says they're straight but in actuality they are pan and haven't realised it yet

Aoyama: c'mon. He's a gay theatre kid

Koda: ace but het-romantic (but also is unsure about gender. They think they're probably cis but it keeps them up at night)

Tokoyami: queer. He also really wishes he could experiment with makeup. He lets Mina paint his nails

Sorry but Ojiro and Sato are straight but they sometimes hold hands to bait homophobes into attacking them so they can fight them (without quirks) without getting into trouble. Mostly so Aoyama will hopefully feel confident if he gets a boyfriend

Mineta probably calls himself super straight the shit stain

Honorary mention:

Shinsou: a depressed gay

The Girls

Uraraka: queer. But also Demi romantic. It's hard for her to understand when admiration turns to romantic interest

Jiro: a functional bisexual

Momo: Lesbian

Mina: pansexual, genderfluid, and aromantic

Asui: queer, demi, and non-binary

Hagakure: straight unfortunately

Honorary mention:

Hatsume: agender, asexual, aromantic

#mha #my hero academia

[phasmwrites]

the way u write bakugou just melts my heart every single time 😔🥰 i was thinking of a scenario where him and his s/o are driving home after a pretty disastrous hero event and they’re arguing so there’s a lot of yelling and harsh words being thrown around. and katsuki says some shit like “get out of my car then” and his s/o just unbuckles and gets out at the nearest stop light and walks home herself in the pouring rain bcuz she’s stubborn as hell and ends up getting sick? fluffy ending?

thank you so so much!! 💖 i hope you like what i wrote up!! 

Warning: Slight Angst

Word Count: 1.2K

The night had been a complete and utter disaster, to put things lightly. So much so, the silence between you and your boyfriend of three years, Bakugou Katsuki, was so thick one would need a steak knife to slice through it. Both of you were seated in your car, his knuckles turning white from the pressure he placed on the steering wheel. 

It had been the annual Heroes Banquet, an evening where pro-heroes and sidekicks alike come together under one roof to celebrate one another’s achievements. Bakugou was more than looking forward to this event, specifically because he was nominated for Best New Hero. Of course, he was running against a few of his old classmates such as Deku and Shouto, but he was confident that the strides he made in the past 365 days was enough to earn him the title and trophy.

When the time came for the winner to be announced, your hand was contently curled around Bakugou’s underneath the table as a sign of support. That’s when they finally shouted the name of the recipient and it wasn’t Bakugou. Not only that, but Deku had won the prestigious award.

“What bullshit.” Bakugou yanked his hand out of your grasp, shoving his chair back and storming out of the hall to more than likely find the restrooms. You decided to trail after him, finding him just about to reach the restroom while he mumbled curse words under his breath.

“Katsuki!” You shouted, the click of your heels echoing through the entrance of the grand hall as you caught up to your boyfriend, “Hey, it’s okay-”

He swatted your hand that had reached out to him, a sign that he didn’t want your comfort, “Leave me alone.”

You had watched him disappear as he stepped into the men’s room, leaving you staring at the wooden door that held him inside. Bakugou was never good with handling rejection, even after so many years of growing into himself he still had his moments of weakness.

“You don’t need some stupid award to prove that you’re the best, Katsuki.” You finally broke the silence in the car, allowing your voice to chime over the heavy rain that ….

The scoff that he produced in response was full of rage, “Oh yeah? Try to tell me that again after you had your fucking hands all over Deku after he fucking won!”

“Are you kidding me?” You rolled your eyes, unable to believe the words coming out of his mouth, “I hugged him as a congratulations!”

Bakugou laughed, but there wasn’t a trace of humor laced within it, “I saw the way that green-haired bastard looked at you, Y/N! Don’t even get me started on how many times his eyes glanced over your tits in that dress.”

“It’s not my fault that he was ‘looking at my tits’.” You fought back, your fingers curling down to signal quotations. 

Another silence befell the two of you but it was short lived, “You just love the fucking attention from other men…”

“Excuse me?” You spat, beginning to feel your own rage bubbling within you, “Care to repeat that?”

Bakugou sneered, “Gladly. I see the way you get excited when other men give you the time of fucking day and then you come home to me like I’m just your second choice!” 

“You’re actually delusional.” The words that were spilling past your boyfriend’s lips, despite the insecurity seeping through, were beginning to ignite a rage inside of you to match his. 

“If I’m so delusional then get out of my damn car, woman!” It wasn’t the worst argument the two of you have had, but for some reason it had made you irate beyond words. 

The way the car slowed to a stop at the red light was gentle, but the way you abruptly flung open the passenger door and hopped out of the vehicle was anything but that. You slammed the door shut, allowing the large drops of rain to soak and destroy your expensive dress as it dragged through muddy puddles.

“Come on, get back in the car!” Bakugou rolled down the window, his voice holding much less bark than it had only minutes prior. He followed your slow pace, other cars whipping around him impatiently as he begged you to get back in. 

You sucked in a deep breath after slipping your heels off of your blistered feet, gripping them between your fingers as you used your quirk to get away from Bakugou. You were born with the ability to phase yourself up to fifty feet ahead of you, making you a great hero for stealth missions. 

By the time you made it home, you could barely keep yourself awake to step through the front door. The overexertion of your quirk had you collapsing onto the hardwood floor the moment you turned the door knob, your heels clattering who knows where.

“Oh, fuck…” Bakugou had sped home in a feeble attempt to beat you to your shared home, the guilt beginning to extinguish the inferno that had caused his abrasive behavior. He had barely parked the car before he rushed inside the house, gathering your unconscious body into his arms bridal style. 

When you came to in the early morning, your head was throbbing with a dull ache and your throat was practically on fire. You were no longer attired in your now-ruined gala dress, the material tattered and coated with speckles of mud as it was slung over a chair. Instead, you were wrapped in one of Bakugou’s over-sized t-shirts. 

“Hey.” Bakugou stepped into the bedroom, holding a tray with water, pain medicine, and a plate with your favorite breakfast. He hesitantly placed the tray down on the nightstand on your side, his head turning so he could meet your gaze. 

You remembered the events of the evening prior, a slight frown developing on your lips, “Bakugou…”

“Shit, I’m sorry baby.” He apologized, which was a rarity for him to actually admit to his wrongdoings, “I was...way out of fucking line last night…”

Your bottom lip puckered out and began to tremble, tears pricking the corners of your eyes, “I don’t feel good…can- can you hold me, Katsuki?” Without a moment of hesitation, he crawled into bed at your side and slipped himself underneath the heavy covers, throwing an arm over your middle and tucking his head between your chin and shoulder.

“Stubborn woman, you probably got sick from using your quirk too much...and walking half a mile in the pouring rain…” He mumbled, his spiky ash blonde hair tickling your nose and causing you to sneeze. 

You maneuvered one of your hands so that his larger one overlapped it, his fingers immediately lacing through yours, “Do you really think I want other men?” Your voice was small, but his heart ached at the realization that he had been the one to let the negative thoughts run rampant through your head.

“No, fuck no!” Bakugou leaned up, using one arm to prop himself up and the other to gently tuck away stray hairs from your complexion, “I love you, you’re nothing but good to me and I was talking out of my ass last night.”

With a gentle hum you let your eyes flutter shut, “You can make it up to me by nursing me back to health…”

“Gladly, anything for you.”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #phasm.writings

[lerrryyyyy]

A secret relationship reveal TodoDeku AU

Where Shouto accidentally exposes his relationship with Izuku because of his hair-cut.

(I’ve posted this on my Twitter, so I think I’ll post it here too :)))

Shouto has never cared much for maintaining his hair - only ever getting a haircut if he gets dragged into getting one. However, during their 2nd year his hair (which was growing past his shoulders) gets caught in a machine during a rescue exercise and it led to some mishaps and minor injuries. This compels his friends to take matters into their own hands.

So they end up learning how to deal with Shouto’s hair. Either learning how to style or cut it. 

The first few times were disasters. Thankfully, because Shouto didn’t care much, he never got upset when they screw up. They gradually get better at it though.

Izuku had once laughingly said that Shouto could pull off even a bad hairdo and still look good. Shouto had almost burst into flames then and there.

Tsuyu, Ochako, and Momo often provided hair accessories for Shouto... which slowly evolved to them also giving some to Izuku, Tenya, and Hitoshi. From then on, it isn’t unusual to see any of them wearing a clip or two.

By 3rd year, when Shouto and Izuku FINALLY get together, it’s mostly Izuku who did the hair-cutting. He’d gotten really good at it - even experimenting with different ways to style it.

Shouto finds this an oddly soothing activity between them - with Izuku’s gentle hands carding through his locks, styling it while mumbling about different topics under his breath.

When they enter the Pro-Hero scene, Shouto quickly gains popularity, along with several of his former classmates (considering the part they played in the downfall of several villains even when they were still in UA)

Shouto, however, starts to gain a reputation for being ‘stylish’ because of his constantly changing hairstyle. So it’s not really unusual for interviewers to comment on it.

Izuku still likes to play with different styles for him, and Shouto is all too happy to indulge his boyfriend. Hitoshi teases him for being so ‘whipped’ for Izuku. Shouto often retaliates by making Hitoshi’s precious coffee go cold.

The reveal happens during a quick interview, just after an exhausting villain fight. The interviewer asks Shouto the usual post-battle questions before bringing up Shouto’s new haircut.

What made him get a new one again? He’s been changing them a lot more often recently. Was it shorter now so it won’t get in the way? Whoever did it really made it look flattering on him! They jokingly tell him to drop the name of his stylist.

Shouto, tired and distracted, shrugs and casually replies with “Izu does it. He says he’s practicing it for when we get married.”

The reporter freezes. The heroes and sidekicks around him freeze. The nearby response team freeze as well. Everyone freezes, except Shouto who didn’t seem to be aware of what he had just said.

”S-Shouto, are you saying you’re engaged?” That seems to finally catch Shouto’s attention and realization hits him. He whips around to see the shock on everyone’s faces. 

The epitome of the phrase ‘I screwed up’ marred his own features as murmurs fill the air. Shouto didn’t think it could get worse, until someone suddenly pipes up. “Wait, Shouto mentioned an ‘Izu’.” 

The hero fervently wishes that they weren’t about to make the connection. No such luck. “Could he be talking about Midoriya Izuku? Like, currently number 21 hero, Deku?!” 

The murmurs get louder, but before they could ask anymore questions, Shouto books it out of there so fast, Tenya would’ve been proud. 

Later, Izuku would just smile while cupping Shouto’s cheek. He gently threads his fingers through the bi-colored hair, assuring him that he wasn’t upset at the blunder. 

“Really, Shouto, I’m not mad. It’s not how I imagined our relationship to be revealed.” He chuckles. “But it’s certainly a unique way to do it.” 

Shouto’s lips twitch in what looks to be a pout. “You’re making fun of me.” His hands on Izuku’s waist tighten a bit - a silent threat to tickle him. Izuku only laughs.

“No no... it’s just really funny that we got outed because of your hair of all things. I guess that saves us the trouble of coming up with a way to do it.” 

Shouto shrugs. “We could’ve gone to Kyoka’s radio show.” 

”True.” Izuku agrees. “We could still go for that. To officially confirm it. I bet Kyoka-san would be excited about that.” Then he shakes his head and gives Shouto a look. 

“But let’s leave that for later. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how tired you are. Come on, I’ll run a bath for you. I’ll even wash your hair.” He offers while tangling their fingers together. 

Shouto smiles. “That sounds good. Thank you, Izuku.” 

The news is everywhere the next day. Both their phones blow up with notifications from their social media accounts and messages from various people. They first reply to their families and closest friends, before agreeing to one radio show invite (well it was more of a radio show demand, but that’s Kyoka for you).

#bnha #tododeku #todomido #midoriya izuku #todoroki shouto #au rants #fanfics