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Edge of Insanity Ch. 6: Where From Now?

yandere!Todoroki x fem!reader

previous chapter, masterlist for older chapters

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"...and yesterday I didn't really say what I wanted clearly so to reiterate... I promise that I would never do anything like that. I want to be a hero and I swear I will become one, on my own terms, with my own hard work." You stated firmly, slightly breathless from the long rambling speech you just gave to your classmates.

"And I would never let you guys down like that..." you said, suddenly growing shy as you became more aware of everyone's unblinking gaze. "So please believe me."

You glanced at Uraraka, and she gave you a discrete thumbs up.

"We believe you, (y/n)," Yaoyorozu called out. "Or at least I believe you. If it's your word over a stranger's, I'll definitely trust you."

Murmurs of agreement sounded throughout the classroom and you let out the breath you had been holding.

"Yeah! They don't know that you're the best (y/n)! Whoever said you paid your way here should go to hell!" Kirishima said, clapping his fist into his hand. Louder murmurs started, and you almost started crying from relief. You let out a string of thank yous, before taking your seat. You beamed at your classmates, happy beyond measure that the crisis was finally over.

"Okay, so now that that's done, homeroom is just about over," Aizawa grumbled, not even bothering to sit up from his sleeping bag on the floor. "Just go early. And exit quietly."

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"That was very eloquent, (y/n)!" Iida said enthusiastically, giving you a (mildly painful) congratulatory clap on the back. "Very well worded. I particularly enjoyed the 'jealousy breeds spite' part."

"T-thank you. I'm glad it's done. And I'm sorry for doubting you guys. I was just so out of it..."

"You should be sorry!" Uraraka admonished. "When you ran away yesterday we were so worried!"

"Sorry sorry..." you muttered, embarrassed but still so thankful that you had a group of supportive friends at your side.

"And if anything like that happens again in the future, please let us know immediately!" Midoriya quipped, looking at you with big eyes. You nodded, promising you would and giving him a big smile. It was almost dreamlike, how lucky and loved you suddenly felt.

Midoriya's eyes suddenly widened and he turned away. "Ah! By the way, Iida..."

The conversation diverged from there, and you took the opportunity to take a few bites of lunch. Yesterday was so hectic, it felt good to just hang out with your friends again. Maybe today would go by without a hitch.

"I'm glad to see you're feeling better." Todoroki said quietly into your ear. You jumped from the feeling of his breath and your head snapped up to him before you quickly glanced away with a flush. You hadn't spoken a word to him since that incident in the storage room. You were grateful that he sought you out and comforted you of course, but it was just... awkward now. And despite your best efforts to avoid him earlier today, he managed to slip next to you during lunch.

"I am. Thank you for... being there, Todoroki." you turned redder as you tried to find the words, cursing yourself for getting so flustered.

It wasn't like you meant to pull away from him like that either. It was just staggering to wake up in the lap of someone you admired and respected so much, tangled up in such an embarrassingly intimate way. And because of your reaction, he probably thought you weren't interested in him when that couldn't be further from the truth.

He looked down at his lunch, suddenly deep in thought. You chewed at your lip as an awkward silence fell between you two.

"Are you... do you still want to study together after school today?" He asked, uncertainty obvious in the crease of his eyebrows.

You recalled how he would often study with you after you finished work, but obviously, he had given you space and left you alone yesterday. Peeking up at him, you nodded. It would be awkward and you knew it, but it was probably better to just get over this bump in your relationship with him sooner rather than later.

He nodded in return, feeling satisfied. It warmed him to know that you wanted to continue your relationship with him, despite his advances yesterday. Perhaps, he thought, later that day in the library where it was private and quiet, he could apologize for being so forward with his actions.

You barely noticed how your friends had stopped their chattering to not so discreetly watch the exchange between you and Todoroki. Lost in thought, you didn't notice the way he was looking at you until he bumped his knee against yours.

"You should eat, (y/n)."

"Y-yes." You stuttered out, hastily picking up your chopsticks.

. . .

"So... you're gonna tell me what's wrong?"

"Hm? What?" You asked, snapping you out of your distracted haze.

Uraraka closed her locker before leaning against it, casting you a knowing look.

"Between you and Todoroki? I don't think I've seen the two of you so awkward around each other since... like never."

"Oh... really? I didn't know it was so apparent."

She let out a teasing laugh. "Of course it's apparent! You two are practically glued onto each other all the time! So duh it's weird to see you guys avoid each other!"

You flushed indignantly. "We aren't glued!"

"You two so are! It's cute though!"

"I-"

She let out another peal of laughter at the pout on your face, suppressing her teasing because there were more pressing matters at hand.

"So... something happened right? You two didn't get into a fight did you?"

"No no of course not! Actually kind of the opposite."

"Huh?"

"Come on let's start walking to class. I'll tell you on the way."

"Okay."

The two of you strode along, and you leaned in to avoid being overheard. There were already enough rumors of you floating around, you couldn't bear any more false scandals (especially one involving the son of a pro hero).

"I... I think Todoroki likes me."

"Yeah." She said, completely deadpan.

"Yeah!?"

At that point, Midoriya caught up to you and Uraraka, falling in pace. The way he was jamming books into his backpack as he walked told you he had just come from his locker as well.

"Hi guys. Sorry for interrupting."

"Izuku! Do you think Todoroki likes (y/n)?"

"Shhh! Ochako please talk quieter!" You said frantically.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah. Why?" Midoriya asked, looking between the two of you in confusion.

"Yeah!?!?" You cried out, shocked at how unsurprised and aloof they were.

"See! I told you (y/n)! Of course he likes you!"

"No, like—romantically." You explained, coming to the realization that perhaps Uraraka and Midoriya had interpreted your question wrong, and that was why their answers were so unconcerned.

"No, we know." Midoriya said, much to your embarrassment. He turned a bit pink himself before continuing. "...I don't think I've seen Todoroki look at anyone the way he looks at you."

"Except maybe his cold soba." Uraraka chimed in. The two of them let out a few chuckles but you were much too caught off guard to join them.

"He... he... does?"

"Yes, it's so obvious (y/n)! Everyone can tell!"

"Really? Do you think that too Izuku?"

"It's really true." Midoriya said earnestly. "Todoroki may be bad at expressing his emotions, but when they come, he's bad at hiding them too."

"Are you guys sure? I can't believe-"

"If you want like... evidence," Uraraka offered, "just think about your library 'study sessions'. Do you think that if it were me, Todoroki would stay and talk to me like that?"

"Um. Yes?"

"No!" She laughed. "It's kinda cute how dense you are~!"

You fell silent, processing her words and their implications. Todoroki liked you. It was bizarre. And you liked him as well, as a friend and perhaps as more. Did that mean that the two of you...? The three of you made it to your next class, and huddled together to continue speaking.

"But (y/n), that doesn't explain why you guys are so awkward today?" Urakaka asked, remembering the catalyst of this whole conversation.

"Ah, now that I think about it, you two are rather cold with each other today." Midoriya said thoughtfully. "Does this have to do with the post yesterday?"

"Well kind of? It's a bit... embarrassing to tell you guys."

"Tell us!" Uraraka chimed.

"Yeah, you just promised to tell us your problems." Midoriya gently urged you.

"...well you know how I didn't go to our last class yesterday?"

"Oh yeah..."

"I'm sorry I didn't notice..."

"It's okay." You said hastily upon seeing the guilty expressions that adorned their face. "Todoroki came to look for me."

"But-"

"He said-"

Uraraka and Midoriya looked at each other in confusion before unanimously landing on the answer. "Bathroom."

"Ah, was that how he got out of class?" You questioned, feeling a bit guilty that he lied and skipped class just to talk to you. "Anyways, we talked and I fell asleep. And when I woke up, I... I... I think he almost kissed me." You rushed out. You strategically decided to omit the part where you were practically on top of him.

Two jaws collectively hit the ground.

"Are you serio-"

"Oh my God (y-)"

"I can't believe Todoroki would do... like it's Todoroki."

"He must really like y-"

"I said almost! Almost! We didn't..." You said frantically, waving your hands around to hush them.

"Well what happened?"

"Yeah what did he say?"

"I think I pulled away." You said nervously.

"What? Why? Don't you like him too?" Midoriya questioned bluntly, causing a hot blush to saturate your face.

"(Y/nnnn) can't you just let this ship sail?" Uraraka whined loudly, worsening your flustered state as your classmates around you cast confused looks her way.

"I do like him! I do... I don't know why I pulled away, it's all my fault that it's awkward now!" You cried, hiding your face in your hands from a mixture of frustration and embarrassment. "Or maybe I just hallucinated it and he didn't even lean in!"

"Just tell him how you feel?" Midoriya suggested.

"That's easier said than done." Uraraka took the words right to your mouth.

"Oh my god Todoroki and (y/n) together... you two are honestly such good fits for each other..." Midoriya mumbled offhandedly.

"What should I do?" You looked to the two of them for advice, deliberately avoiding Midoriya's comment lest you become more red-faced. "We're going to be alone in the library today and I don't want things to get even more awkward..."

"Do you want to be with him?" Uraraka asked softly.

"...yes." You said, equally softly, before turning all shades of pink. "Well... I don't know. I feel like we haven't known each other long enough. I don't want things to fall apart."

"Then tell him, like that." She smiled. "I believe in you!"

"O-okay. I can do that... I will. Thank you for the advice, Ochako, Izuku."

They smiled and rattled off a few more encouraging words, before the teacher opened the door and beckoned everyone in.

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When You're Sick HCs

Togata Mirio x reader, Amajiki Tamaki x reader

artist link

Request for @omi-writes​: Hi there, could I request some Suneater and Lemillion headcannons of how they help their s/o who is sick? (As in almost... ya know... GETTING sick) sorry if this grosses you out, I’ve just been feeling like this and need a distraction. Thanks in advance :)

A/N: my god i’ve been sleeping on headcanons!! this literally took like 20 minutes... a oneshot takes like 3 hours 0.0 

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Togata Mirio 

-Gets suspicious when he sees you sniffling all the time

-Gets VERY suspicious when you brush it off

-You're in denial because you need to train, and refuse to rest when he asks you to

-Will literally wrap his arms around your waist, lift you off the ground and walk you to your room if you keep being stubborn

-Struggle all you want, this boy ain't letting you go

-Laughing as he's rolling you into your sheets burrito style 

-Thinks you look so cute all cocooned up, squishes your cheeks

-Stops teasing you when you sneeze

-Points fingers at his eyes then at you. "Don't move! I'm watching you!"

-Leaves and returns with soup, tissues, warm water, thermometer

-Insists on spoon feeding you soup, kinda clumsy and spills a little but it's okay because he just wants to care for you

-You want to go back to train but he will mother you into submission

-Will stop at nothing to make you smile while you're feeling miserable 

-A bunch of stupid jokes but you laugh anyways because his smile is so infectious 

-Will cuddle you (you can't stop him) even though you tell him to go away so you don't get him sick too

-Doesn't want to, but leaves when you fall asleep, giving you a get well kiss on the cheek.

(Amajiki under cut)

Amajiki Tamaki 

-You didn’t come to class so he comes to check up on you 

-Finds you curled up in your room sleeping

-About to close the door and leave but notices how pale and sweaty you are

-Immediately at your side gingerly touching your forehead to see how hot it is and boy is it hot

-Lowkey panicking because he has no idea what to do, also afraid to accidentally wake you up

-Trying to think logically: Hot forehead = fever, therefore, cold forehead = no fever (it doesn't work like that but he's trying)

-Gets cool towel to put on your forehead

-Tucks you in warmer and sits on your bed next to you, nervousness fading away until he's just watching peacefully. 

-Normally it’s you who is worrying and caring about him, so it feels good to repay you even in this small way

-Will play with your hair and stroke your cheeks, things he'd never do if you were awake

-You always try to show him your strong side (because when he sees you nervous he gets nervous too), so it makes him super worried to see you this out of it

-Will be embarrassed as hell when you stir awake

-"Oh my god (y-y/n) I'm not- I'm just-"

-He has a mild panic attack but you calm his down cause the towel on your head tells you he wasn't being weird 

-Helps you take your temp and feeds you medicine 

-Overall very worried and sweet, will do anything you ask to help you feel comfy and recover 

-Leaves when you make him (don't want him to catch what you have) but FaceTimes you until you fall asleep again to keep you company 

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Hi there, could I request some Suneater and Lemillion headcannons of how they help their s/o who is sick? (As in almost... ya know... GETTING sick) sorry if this grosses you out, I’ve just been feeling like this and need a distraction. Thanks in advance :)

Ooh I've never written for them before! Sure, give me a couple days! It sounds cute :))

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Ahhhh you're so sweet! Way to make a girl blush this early in the morning! I'm happy to hear you enjoy my stuff, kind people like you motivate me so much ^^

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Save Your Tears

Bakugou x Reader

artist link (a bit nsfw, careful)

Request: hello!! I would like to request a scenario with bakugo and the reader inspired in the lyrics of the song "save your tears" by the weeknd? only if u want of course 😊 angst if it's possible!

A/N: Okay I hope you like it! It’s not a songfic sadly cause I talk too much so it didn’t fit into a the song lmao. Listen on spotify or something cause I realized you can’t actually play a video and read on tumblr :/ Oh and ya’ll are aged up.

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It was painfully stuffy in his blazer, and the ice in his liquor did nothing to help. If Kirishima hadn't of dragged him to this "Top Hero Get Together Party" on the threat that his connections would waver if he didn't attend, Bakugou was certain he would be home sleeping.

An exhausted sigh escaped his lips, and he glanced at the clock, wondering how many more extras he needed to interact with before he was allowed to call it a night and leave. Taking a sip, he winced as the alcohol left a trail of heat down his throat. He wasn't one to drink (he like to be in control of himself) but like most night for the past week, he'd let it slide.

Glancing bitterly at the swaying bodies on the dance floor, his eyes aimlessly searched the crowd again for your figure. But he knew it was pointless because you wouldn't be there, after all, you were never one for par-

Yet there you were.

The mass of bodies parted and for a moment his eyes locked onto your swaying form. The soft overhead lights made you look almost magical as they caught on the creamy material of your dress. The clench of his jaw slackened as you twirled, curled hair flowing out behind you and lips forming a sweet laugh that he could practically hear in his head.

He stood up rapidly as you slipped out of view, barely registering the annoyed grumbling of the bartender as he knocked over his glass. His eyes desperately scanned the crowd, heart suddenly beating painfully fast.

Right as he was about to push his way through the crowd, he spotted you again--and now that the initial shock was gone he noticed something absolutely rage inducing. The reason why you were dancing, the reason why you were smiling... was because you were with Midoriya. With Deku.

The jealousy that burned in his veins was indescribable. Why were you here with Deku? Why did you look so happy?

A low growl slipped from his mouth as Midoriya's hand traveled up to your back, dipping you down with the music. You were glowing on the dance floor, carefree joy practically radiating off you as you swirled. He selfishly wanted you to look at him, to show him that loving and adoring expression he hadn't seen in so long... The longer he stared, the more aware he was of the painful tightness growing in his chest. After all these years with you, did it really take nothing more than a month for you to move on? Were you... over him? Did you already forget?

He bit his lip, a flush of foolishness and shame washing over him. What was wrong with him? It was him that made the mistake, it was his fault that you were in the arms of another man. But by god did he regret it. He regretted everything. Maybe this was his punishment.

He had no right to be jealous, you weren't his to hold. At least not anymore.

As if you could feel his penetrating stare, you finally turned your head to face him. Maybe it was because he was so deprived of you, but the sight was intoxicating. You were beautiful. Even when you flinched and snapped your head away, you were beautiful.

Midoriya placed his hand on your shoulder, looking around for the cause of your alarm. Bakugou watched you shake your head, arms slipping off Midoriya's shoulders as you quickly walked away.

It hurt when he realized that just the sight of him was enough to make you run away. The things he would do to take all that hurt away...

He sat back down, glaring daggers at the bartender cleaning the spill of alcohol in front of him.

"Give me another one."

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He exited the bathroom, letting out a low groan of pain as he subdued the rush of nausea that clouded his head every time he opened his eyes. What was he doing, getting wasted like some out of control teenager... He didn't understand why he couldn't bring himself to leave this damn party.

"Katsuki."

His head shot up, and he winced at the spike of pain that shot through him.

You were so close that he could have reached out and touched you. A pang hit his heart when he noticed how your eyes were puffy, and your cheeks were flushed in a way that told him you weren't any more sober than he was. It was impossible to resist the urge to stare when he hadn't seen your pretty face up close in so long.

"Fuck. (Y/n)."

"I... didn't think you'd be here tonight."

Bakugou let out a grunt, straightening up and leaning a shoulder against the wall for support.

"I'm surprised you're here too."

You let out a humorless chuckle, rubbing your arms self-consciously.

"How... how have you been?"

"Fine." He swallowed, throat dry.

"I'm glad to hear it."

"Hmph."

"Did you... come here with anyone?" You asked cautiously.

"No. Unless you count shitty hair."

You let out a small laugh at the way he addressed Kirishima. As rude as it was, you had missed those stupid nicknames he had for everyone.

"I haven't heard much on the news about Ground Zero lately."

His heart thudded as his hero name escaped your mouth. It was true that for the first time in his life, he had been slacking in his duties. But still, the slightly mocking tone in your voice irked him. "Well it's not like I've been feeling like shit for the past month." He grumbled, annoyed.

The awkward tension resurfaced almost immediately. You stumbled for words but nothing came out.

"What about you?" He questioned, breaking the silence.

"What?"

"You're here with fricken Deku right?"

"Oh... mm yeah."

Bakugou hated the small smile that graced your lips. Why were you smiling for that fucking nerd?

"Why're you with him?" He tried his best to keep the hurt off his voice, but it shone through anyways.

"He asked me to come with him to... cheer me up."

"Are you with him now?" He asked coldly, in contrast with the burning jealousy he felt. The nerve of that bastard.

"No. We're friends." You said firmly.

"Fucking Deku of all people." He snarled. "Of all the shitty extras in the world you chose him."

"I said we're not dating!"

"Deku seems to want to think so."

"Stop! Are you seriously getting jealous!?" You cried in exasperation.

He twitched.

"Fuck yes I'm jealous!" He roared. "We break up and not one month later you're off dancing with that nerd!"

"He's not a nerd, he's a hero just like you and me!"

"Does he touch you?" He asked abruptly, the image of you looking so happy still seared in his mind. "Does he kiss you?"

"Why does it matter!?" You were starting to regret coming up to talk to him.

"Why are you with someone else!?"

"Oh, so I still belong to you!?" You roared back, alcohol fueling your sudden spurt of anger. "You threw away years of us just to fuck some sidekick!"

Deadened silence fell between the two of you. The moment the words left your mouth you wanted to take them back. The two of you had been through this already, all these words had been said before...

"I..." He faltered.

"So don't start." You said breathlessly. "Don't accuse me. You made the mistake Katsuki. I'm just trying to feel better."

He visibly faltered, jealousy ebbing off a bit when he caught the exhausted expression on your face. You looked up at him with a sigh, before joining him in leaning against the wall.

"I don't want to fight... I just want to talk about it." You murmured. "Now that we've had time to think."

An almost imperceptible flinch crossed his face.

"Shit, (y/n)..."

"Well?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." You took a breath. "I'll go first." You said quietly, not wanting to look at him. The utter rage you had felt when you first confronted him after finding out had dissipated with time, only to be replaced by sadness.

"I don't want it to be like this. But, you did hurt me. And I don't know if we can move past that."

"Fuck, I know." He groaned. "I know I screwed up."

You sighed, feeling the frustration prick at the corner of your eyes. Even now, it hurt to see him in pain as well. "But for some stupid reason, I still miss you. I should hate you for what you did, but for some reason I just can't." You let out a derisive laugh. "Isn't that stupid of me?"

You saw him bite his lip out of the corner of your eye.

"I've known you for so long Katsuki. That's why it hurts so much to know you cheated on me. But... that's also why I can't let you go."

You peeked up at him, watching the way his eyes softened at your words.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for... for cheating on you. And for running away."

"Why did you do it?" You asked quietly. His eyebrows tightened and he closed his eyes briefly before refocusing on you.

"I... I don't know."

"I think I deserve an answer."

"I was being an idiot." He grumbled, frustrated.

"You were." You let out a dry chuckle. "But I want a reason."

You waited but his furrowed brows told you that you weren't getting an answer.

"Was I not enough, Katsuki?"

"No." He said firmly, distress edging on his voice. "You were always enough."

"Then why? Why?"

"...you were on a long mission. I was having trouble sleeping without you. And I was frustrated with the job I was on. And my sidekick offered to take the tension away... and it happened."

"And then it happened again."

"...yes."

"And again."

"Yes."

"And again."

"(Y/n)..."

Your face was impassive as you took in his words. The silence that ensued was long enough to cause Bakugou to panic.

"(Y/n) say something." He said desperately, leaning down to try and catch a glimpse of your face hidden by your hair. Reaching out, he touched your cheek, flinching when he felt warm wetness run down his finger.

"Fuck, don't cry."

"I-"

"I'm sorry." He murmured, heart hurting at the sight of you. It was awful seeing you with Midoriya, but seeing you in tears because of his actions was so much worse.

You let our a choked sob, pushing his hand away. He caught on and didn't let go, even though you tried to jerk free.

"Why did you run away?" You asked angrily.

"What?"

"When I caught you. You couldn't even face me."

He cringed, remembering the terrible night you had returned from your mission early, ready to greet him at his agency with a surprise visit.

"I cried for so long you... you asshole." You cried.

"I was afraid of what you would say." He grit his teeth as he forced himself to tell the truth. "I was too damn guilty."

"You stupid idiot... you're such a fucking jerk." You cried, the broken tone of your voice not quite matching your words. "You promised you'd always stay."

"I know."

"You promised you'd always love me."

"I know. I did. I still do."

"Do you?"

"I'm sorry." He said, voice growing softer as he stepped closer again. "I never said it enough. I love you."

The two of you fell into silence once more, the quiet only broken by your occasional sniffles. Bakugou was about to reach for you before you spoke again.

"I want to forgive you." You said, wiping at your running makeup. "But how will I know you won't hurt me again?"

"Fuck, I promise you I won't. This time for real." He said quietly, the rough pads of his thumbs coming up to swipe at the tears you missed.

"Then tell me you're sorry... like you mean it." You said sorrowfully.

Did you know that he would throw every ounce of his pride away for you?

"I'm... sorry." His hands came to rest on your forearms. "I made the mistake. I broke your heart. I took you for granted. You deserve someone so much better than me."

He took a breath, eyes closing momentarily. "I did everything wrong. But if you let me try again... I'll do better. Please take me back. I want you to be mine again."

"Katsuki..."

"I never want to make you cry ever again. So stop... stop."

"Okay." You choked out, unable to manage anything else.

"Okay?" He echoed, surprised at your quick answer. Hooking a finger under your chin, he tilted your face up.

"Y-yeah." You sobbed out, before his grip tightened around you and your face collided right into his chest. He didn't need any more confirmation than that.

"Shit- (Y/n)." His nose burrowed into your hair, taking in the sweet smell of your perfume and squeezing you. He didn't deserve to be forgiven, yet you had it in your heart to forgive him. He wondered how he was blessed with someone as devoted and accepting as you.

"I won't look at anyone other than you. I'll always put your happiness first. I'll always love you. I'll... fuck, (y/n) I'd do anything for you from now on, I promise."

"I hope you're telling the truth..." You sighed, hands coming up to grip the back of his jacket.

"I am."

It was warm and comfortable, a feeling you had been missing for the past month. How much time passed with just the two of you locked in an embrace, you could not tell.

Eventually he let out a quiet chuckle, rubbing circles on your back. "Look how fucking mushy you make me."

You let out a hum of content. You had missed being in his arms.

"It's getting late. Let's go home, (y/n)."

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Never Leave Me

Yandere!Shigaraki x reader

artist link (I think? It’s traced back to that twitter account but it’s private so I can’t check.)

A/N: Theres quite a bit of blood. I don’t condone kidnapping your crush btw. See my fic “moderato” too learn how to properly confess aha

I really wish shigaraki had white hair. dont get me wrong baby blue is cute but dang does that b&w palette look good.

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You blinked your eyes groggily as you woke from your slumber. Your eyelashes seemed to drag against some material, blocking your sight. Completely disoriented, you opted to close your eyes once more.

Your mind was numb and hazy, you hardly registered how your body was sweating in the overwhelming heat. As you tried to wheeze in some semblance of breath, the air seemed musky and lodged itself in your throat instead.

Groaning, you tried to shift yourself to remove the blockade in front of your eyes, only to find your muscles unresponsive.

As you let out a cough, you revealed the lingering taste of blood in your mouth. Gasping for air, your eyes frantically darted behind your blindfold.

Something shifted against you. You had a groggy sense of who it was... He tightening his grip around your back, pushing you into his chest. The sudden movement caused a searing pain in your stomach, far more agonizing than the previous shock, snapped you back into consciousness.

"Good morning sweetheart..."

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You had met him in a rather odd way. Your life before meeting him was really was rather ordinary, you had dreamed of being a flashy hero just like every other kid, but your quirk, Skin Stitch, was far more useful in the medical field. You were an emergency room doctor, quickly stitching up flesh wounds with a simple sway of a hand.

For the most part, you worked on patients in a hospital. So when you found him, bleeding out on the empty, dark streets as walked home, it was your duty as a doctor to help him. You didn't recognize him then. But even if you did, would you of let him die?

One night, after a tiring day of work, you had turned a corner to find a trail of blood going down the sidewalk, leading to a body spread eagle on the empty sidewalk in front of you, in a pool of sticky, still oozing blood.

Nearly tripping over your own two feet in shock, you rushed to his side. It appeared to be a man, lying face down as if he had simply keeled over as he walked.

"Sir? Sir?" You immediately whipped out a phone to call the ambulance, only for the man's scarred hand to shoot out and grab your wrist, in such an odd way that his middle finger didn't touch you.

"Don't." His garbled voice came. Your eyes widened. Why wouldn't he want the police? Was he a villain? It didn't matter, a doctor's law was to heal, regardless of the person.

"Sir, I'm going to turn you around and dress your wounds, is that okay? I won't call the police." You said, voice stable from practice. He said nothing.

Assuming that he fainted, you gingerly turned him around, to reveal a mess of flesh and blood on his abdomen. Peeling away the drenched clothing, you ran your hands over the wound, watching the skin meld back together seamlessly.

After a couple of minutes, he was as good as new, and his pulse was weak but stable.

"Okay, sir... I'll need to call the cops now." You said, trying to wipe a bit of blood off his face. He was extremely scarred, yet looked mildly familiar. You thought he must have fainted from the blood loss.

But to your surprise, his hands gripped onto your forearms, still in that odd way.

"No." His weak voice rasped. You were at a loss.

. . .

He nuzzled himself into your neck, seeming to reveal in your panicky breath.

"Did you sleep well?"

You were petrified in fear. You couldn't shrink away. The heat enveloped you in waves.

You tried to rasp out a scream, only to have a whimper come out.

"S-sh... those pills really did the trick huh... hehe don't try even try screaming sweetheart..."

"W-why me?"

"You're the only one who cared about me... the only one who would help me." His cold breath, in contrast with his burning grip, caused uncontrollable shivers to shoot up your spine.

"I don't want you to leave me... so I'll keep you like this forever."

"P-please let me go, I don't deserve this." You whispered in terror.

"Mm... but I'll keep you nice and safe, (y/n). Nice and safe... everyone wants that... right?"

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"Sir, I'm telling you that it'd be in your best interest to call an ambulance. But for now... I suppose you'll be fine after I healed you." You leaned down to pull his arm over your shoulder, gingerly trying to pull him upright.

"There we go... alright I got you, I got you..." you muttered, casting the man a nervous smile. Your smile quickly melted off as his eyes shifted in and out of focus before zeroing in on you. Under the light, you noticed how badly scabbed his face was. You internally shivered at how strangely creepy this man looked. Just who was he?

"I'm gonna bring you over to that bench right over there..."

The two of you hobbled over, before you leaned him back onto the bench, wincing as his blood seeped into your clothing.

"Uh... sir, do you need anything? Water maybe?"

He stared at you with an unreadable expression, remaining silent. His crimson eyes raising red flags in your head. He wasn't a villain. If he were, you'd be dead by now, right? Right?

"Okay... I'm guessing I should just turn around and pretend like we never met, yeah?" You gave his bloody, slouched figure one last glance before quickly walking off.

"Wait."

You froze, turning around in slight fear.

"What's your name?" His red eyes gleamed at you through his tainted blue hair.

"(Y-y/n)." You should have lied. But something about him caught you off guard.

The side of his mouth raised into an unnerving smile, his eyes wide with emotion- happiness or murderous intent, you couldn't tell. Just who was this man you just rescued?

"...(y/n)..." he echoed back, raising an arm out towards you. A bloody, scarred hand unfurled and reached at you...

You didn't spare a moment- spinning around, you ran as fast as your legs could carry you.

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"W-what do you want? I-I can give you money... I have jewelry at home, or organs!? Anything..." you gasped frantically.

"S-sh..." he mumbled, and you felt something rough brush against your lips, which instantly silenced you.

"Don't worry... why don't I tell you a little story, instead?"

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Ever since that night, something had been seriously wrong. At night, you felt as if someone were watching you. Even on crowded buses, in restaurants, you felt as if that bloody hand would reach out and capture you at any moment.

After a week of sleepless nights, you decided to do something about the paranoia. You installed alarms and cameras, and even asked your boyfriend to sleep over with you, hoping that he could protect you.

But of course, it wasn't enough. The night that man came to you- it felt like sleep paralysis. Waking up, and feeling numb with fear as you looked at the figure hunched terrifyingly over your bed.

Unable to move, barely able to whimper out a prayer to God as a knife came down on your lover beside you.

Every hair on edge as a mist of warm blood coated your face, the strangled gurgling of a dying man filling the air.

"No... no... this isn't happening..." you mouthed, a shaking hand touching your boyfriend stab wound. The fear and disbelief gripped you-you couldn't even bring yourself to use your quirk.

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"A-A story?"

"Yes..." he mumbled, shifting slightly to pull you closer into the insufferable heat of his body."

"There was once a lonely little boy... who had no family... yes, he was all alone."

"He had no mother and no father to guide him, and he became very upset."

"He became more and more upset until he hated everything. Everything burned. Everything... rotted."

The man fell quiet for a couple of minutes. It was as if he weren't used to using his voice so much, that it was already hoarse.

"...But one day, an angel finally visited him." He squeezed you tight until your eyes pricked with tears or pain.

"She helped him when everyone else let him down. And the little boy was so happy. He was so, so happy."

"The little boy fell in love. He loved her. So so much. He wanted to be with her. Always."

"The boy knew that the angel wouldn't love him back, yet. But she would learn to love him. She had too."

"(Y/n). I love you. And you're going to love me back."

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Your eyes slowly rose from your lover, up to the man in front of you. His grin spread from ear to ear, as his bloodied arm reached out and grasped your arm.

"...(y/n). (Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n)... hehehe, I finally found you..."

And you closed your eyes, hoping it was all just a bad dream.

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Warm tears melted into the back of your blindfold. You shook uncontrollably.

"...who are you?"

"Do you really want to know?" He rasped, his fingers fiddling with your blindfold.

You gave him a timid nod.

"I'm Shigaraki. Tomura Shigaraki."

The blindfold slipped off your face.

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Masterlist

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki imagine #shigaraki x you #my hero academia shigaraki #yandere shigaraki #mha shigaraki #bnha shigaraki #bnha x reader #bnha #reader insert #mha x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #yandere

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Natural

Dabi x reader

artist link

A/N: follows dabi is a todoroki theory because by god if that theory is not true...  Warning: contains DEATH and NASTY imagery, so CAUTION. Like SERIOUSLY. SKIN MELTING AHEAD and DEATH. Songfic. Listen to below.

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That's the price you pay Leave behind your heart and cast away

His ragged breathes hazed through the air, as he looked at his father through deranged eyes. Shaking, a hand reached up to touch the white hot burns over his previously unscarred eye. His blue eyes blazed, quite like the fire curling off his fingertips.

"Ha...Haha... is that how you treat your son?" He rasped, a wide eyed smile on his face. Blood trickled into his eyes, his mouth, leaving a sickening sweet flavor. It felt like his skin was ripping off.

"You're not my son. Get out. I never want to see you again." Endeavor snarled, flexing the hand that had roughly burnt the skin of his child just moment ago.

"Haha..." Dabi could threw his head back and let out an uncontrollable cackle, clutching his eye, feeling it convulse under his fingertips.

"Don't think I wont come back... Todoroki... Enji."

Just another product of today Rather be the hunter than the prey

Years had passed, him clinging on to the only father figure who would take him in, Stain. With his idol now dead, it was up to him to continue Stain's line of work. And it just so happened that he bumped into a special little hero who happened to be at the top of his hit list...

Dabi circled around you, lavishly licking his lips as if he were ready to devour you.

With the dancing blue fire consuming your senses, your thoughts were hazy and your eyes could barely focus on the villain in front of you. A dull voice in your head told you to fight, but your body would not obey. The heat was simply too much.

"Its such a shame that you've become a commercial hero..." He stepped closer to you through the wavering air.

You became acutely aware of the rough, calloused over scars on his face, stumbling slightly in your fading vision, practiacally crashing into him as your legs gave out.

"With your quirk you could've become a proper hero... Haha..." He pulled you into his arms like some sick lover, running a scarred hand through your silky hair. The blazing blue infernal roaring in your ears, turning your consciousness to ash.

"But... I had to get you before you got me, huh sweetheart?"

And you're standing on the edge face up cause you're a... NATURAL

His hands ran up and down your shapely body, biting his lip, letting the fire around him fade.

"Which part first? It's a shame to break such a beautiful body..."

Hands setting on your hips, letting your body slump over his, admiring the way your soft skin felt. Without hesitation, he let a whirl of blue fire shoot into you.

He watched with a sick grin as his fingers burnt into your skin, melting into you and scarring you as deeply as his father had to him.

Your eyes snapped open in shock, twitching and convulsing, piercing screams ripping through the night air.

Getting off on the way your warm blood dripped over your hand, he started to laugh, tyrannic laughter blending in with your agonizing screams like some hellish symphony.

Feverishly, his hands ran over you, letting your flesh flake into ashes into his arms, with a manic look in his eye.

Running a scalding hand over your face, he watching you horrified expression melt away.

A beating heart of stone You gotta be so cold To make it in this world Yeah you're a natural

At last, the blinding smoke cleared, leaving him standing there, glassy eyed, with most of his clothes singed off in the heat of the moment. Your cremated remains scattered in the wind, the few remaining bones nothing but shards on the ground.

Letting out a raspy breath, he smiled vacantly into the air.

"It never gets dull..."

With an empty glassiness in his striking blue eyes, his mouth twitched as he heard the police start to arrive at the scene.

The police were never as much fun as heros were.

Living your life cutthroat You gotta be so cold Yeah you're a natural

He couldn't stop. The fire poured out of him, eyes dancing and mouth open in a half smile. The smell of burning flesh swirled through the hazy air, which to him, smelled like the most heavenly perfume.

With ease, the bodies cremated around him. He was built for this. His quirk, his upbringing, the words Stain had bestowed him with... it all was to create him as he was now.

A hero hunter. A natural born killer.

Will somebody Let me see the light within the dark trees shadowing? What's happenin'?

After so many years, he never thought he would return to his old childhood home.

"Dad... oh how you've wronged me..." he murmured as he walked up the familiar steps.

He had been the perfect specimen. The most powerful child, the most powerful quirk. Yet his dad had given up on him.

"Why did you abandon your poor lost son?" He chuckled, glancing through the curtains, to see his younger brother skimming some book, and his dear father eating dinner...

Lookin' through the glass find the wrong within the past knowin' Oh, we are the youth Cut until it bleeds inside a world without the peace, face it A bit of the truth, the truth

There he was, the brother that his father deemed to be stronger, better than him. And the perpetrator himself, sipping tea as if he didn't have a care in the world. As if he were innocent.

Deep inside me, I'm fading to black, I'm fading Took an oath by the blood of my hand, won't break it I can taste it, the end is upon us, I swear Gonna make it I'm gonna make it

"Dad... Shouto..." the soft look is his eyes starting to fade, replaced by a manic grin as his hand tightened around the doorknob.

"I promised I'd be back."

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Masterlist

#dabi x reader #mha dabi #dabi #bnha dabi #mild gore #bnha x reader #reader insert #mha x reader #mha #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #bnha #bnha imagines

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hello!! I would like to request a scenario with bakugo and the reader inspired in the lyrics of the song "save your tears" by the weeknd? only if u want of course 😊 angst if it's possible!

hello!! Love me some baku angst, gimme a couple days and I'll whip it out ^_^b lowkey kinda wanna do a songfic °^°

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Own Beauty

Aoyama x reader

A/N: This is super cheesy (but c'mon its aoyama how can it not be cheesy)

mon/ma cheri = my darling mon amour = my love mon amie = my friend Courtesy of google translate 

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"BUT I SIMPLY CANNOT STOP TWINKLING!"

You let out a quiet giggle as you admired the eccentric blond from afar. He flipped his hair back rather majestically, sparkles practically radiating from his confident pose. His slightly obnoxious purple cape shimmered in the sunlight, but of course, he somehow pulled it off.

"It is my esthétique, mon chéri!"

Aoyama - that crazy, French, cheese fanatic was everything you could ever aspire to be. Sure, he wasn't the most popular, and sure, his quirk wasn't the most powerful, but the fact that you loved about Aoyama was that he just didn't care. He was always his true, authentic, odd self, and loved himself just the way he was.

It takes confidence to love and be proud of yourself, and more self-esteem than you could ever muster up. You couldn't help the fact that you were shy, and that you had trouble talking to people. You regretted almost every word you uttered, so you opted to just keep your mouth shut. How you wished you were like Aoyama, who unabashedly said whatever he wanted to.

When you looked at yourself, you didn't like the tired, "ugly" girl that looked back in the mirror. You didn't like her body, or her "useless" quirk, or her clothes, or her personality... but none of these troubles bothered Aoyama, he was able to flaunt himself so effortlessly.

You wished so badly that you could have even an ounce of the confidence that Aoyama had. Maybe then, you could bring yourself to love the self-conscious, wallflower of a girl that you were.

. . .

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for another day of avoiding eye contact and trying to blend in. You quickly paused outside the classroom, turning on your phone camera to inspect your hair. You had spent far too long that morning struggling to put a stupidly large, elaborate pin into your hair. You'd seen a lot of your pretty classmates with that type of hairstyle, and it was the look that you were trying to emulate. But it just wasn't you... it didn't feel right. But it was trendy right now, and if people thought it was pretty... well you'd do anything to make yourself feel pretty.

Tucking a few strands back, you adjusted the pin that delicately held your hair up. With a slight frown on your face, you tilted the phone around slightly to do the last check-

"EEK!"

You had suddenly noticed another face had joined you in the reflection on your phone. Directly behind you, looking over your shoulder, was the sparkling blond hero you had admired for so long. You almost dropped your phone in shock as you spun around to meet face to face with Aoyama's classic, mildly derpy expression.

"I-I-I what- I- uh- don't scare me like that!" You sputtered out, cringing slightly at how quickly you were crumbling apart.

"What are you doing out here mon amie? Class is just about to start!"

"Oh- um... I'm, um, fixing my hair, yeah..." You mumbled, fidgeting slightly.

"But why? It already looks perfect!"

A blush started to creep onto your cheeks but you took a breath. You would not embarrass yourself further in front of your crush.

"O-oh really? I was just thinking that it didn't really suit me..."

He gave you a slightly puzzled look. "If you feel like it doesn't make you dazzle, why wear it?"

You blinked, touching the pin. "Oh. Um... everyone else is wearing one..."

"Ma chéri! If it doesn't make you feel fabulous, then do not bother!"

"B-but it's in style right now..."

He tutted you teasingly, a radiating smile suddenly on his face. "No no, YOU are the style! You must twinkle in your own magnificent way! You must first please yourself before others!"

Slightly taken back by his outburst, your eyebrows knitted together as you tried to piece his message together.

"But I'm boring..." you cringed. "And well... ugly. So following these trends help me be less ‘me’."

He looked at you with absolute shock. You were surprised how quickly his expressions could change.

"Mademoiselle! Why, you are just gorgeous the way you are, the most beautiful self is oneself! Whoever could call you ugly? I have an eye for beauty, and truly, you're quite a beauty to behold!" Aoyama stated.

He said it in such a genuine way, you had to believe him. A sudden realization crashed down on you. Didn't you admire Aoyama's love and confidence in himself? Maybe he was right. Maybe you were trying too hard. Maybe you would have more friends if you stopped acting like someone else. Maybe all you needed to do to feel beautiful was to just let yourself be yourself.

The blush you had been fighting back was starting to spread on your cheeks. And you started to think, if the all confident Aoyama believed that you could be beautiful as yourself, then you could be. If he believed you could be confident and happy without losing yourself, then you would try your best to do so.

"Do you really think so?" You mumbled shyly. "Am I still beautiful without this hair and makeup?"

"But of course mon amour!" He exclaimed without hesitation, giving you a dazzling smile, which you gently returned.

But the tender moment was interrupted as the late bell for class suddenly rang, scaring the two of you out of your skins. Aoyama flashed you a last smile (and a rather cheesy wink), before rushing into the classroom.

You reached up, hand resting on the ornament. After a moment of hesitation, you pulled the stupid pin out from your hair. Your soft locks tumbled down, falling casually about your shoulders. You chuckled, remembering Aoyama's encouraging words. You felt... beautiful.

And for once, you walked into class with a happy smile on your face.

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Masterlist

#aoyama #aoyama yuuga #bnha fluff #bnha x reader #bnha yuuga #mha yuuga #mha x reader #mha #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #reader insert #fluff

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Despair

Bakugou x reader

A/N: I’m sorry, this image is so popular i can’t find the op for the life of me.

Behold the flood of Baku content! Old catchup uploading/new oneshots lined up in a very baku heavy way so that’s just how it is. 

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There's no greater pain than that of losing a loved one.

It took the color from one's life, and they soon realize everything about their lover that they took for granted. It was the little things that made the strongest, most heartbreaking impact.

He had been a lone wolf until you came along and wormed your way into his heart with your every touch and word. You were his rock, and had supported him from tbe day he decided to be a hero. The way your eyes sparkled when you laughed, the way your smile reached your eyes... your soft-spoken ways and unconditional support had him at his knees.

You would always be there to soothe him after a long day at work, kiss him, love him. It was a routine... so imagine his unease when he came home to a dark house. The normal warm household lacked its usual cozy spirit. From then on, the perfect life he had taken for granted quickly crumbled away.

It started with a classic ransom note. Your safety, and for exchange, classified information. Your life, or the lives of thousands of civilians. Would he be your lover, or a hero?

Through the many sleepless nights he thought he would go insane. Without your gentle guidance, what would he do? He flew into a frenzy, throwing himself carelessly in harm's way in any attempt to get you back.

But he just couldn't find you. The deadline for the ransom was approaching, and the looming choice weighted down on him. Your life, or the safety of civilians? His beautiful, perfect love, or thousands strangers? Who could ever decide? But in his heart, Bakugou was and will always be a hero. And a hero saves people. As many people as possible - no matter what.

No matter what.

Although it would break him beyond repair, for once in his life he forced himself to sit down, forced himself to watch from the sidelines. I'm a hero, he thought. Heroes put the lives of civilians first. But what good is being a hero if he couldn't even save you?

The deadline passed. And not long after, he received word, that you did too.

The utter, crushing guilt was overwhelming. The words of his colleagues were empty. Who could emphasize with the feeling of having their heart so fatally wounded?

He could have saved you... but he had to be a hero. And now that you were gone, the regret crashed down in waves. Try as he might to ease his pain, alcohol couldn't soothe him the way you did.

"(Y/n)... what do I do now..." he gripped the cold hard marble, grasping desperately for some semblance of the warmth you once held.

"Please come back..." he mumbled, forehead gently touching your name etched into the stone, tears squeezing their way out of his eyes.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry I couldn't fucking find you..." his shoulders started to shake as his eyes burned with prickles of sorrow.

"I'm sorry I didn't chose you. I-I'm sorry I couldn't save you!" He gasped, tears streaking down his grief stricken face, knuckles white as he gripped the sides of your grave. It burned and hurt so bad, his regrets fighting and clawing at his heart.

"Y-you would tell me that I did the right thing... you would tell me that I'm a fucking hero..." the cold marble ground provided no relief.

"Haha yeah... you'd call me a fucking hero."

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Masterlist

#bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #mha x reader #mha #bnha x reader #reader insert #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #katsuki bakugo x reader #angst

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Hickeys

Todoroki x reader

artist link (that type of art style is just... *chefs kiss*)

A/N: k this aint sexy at all k? it’s cute cause i love cute :)) Needed something sweeter to detox from the “bakugou” version of “hickeys” i put out a couple days ago...

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You dropped your pencil with a sigh of relief. At last, your homework was complete! Rubbing your eyes in exhaustion, you dragged yourself into your living room, where your boyfriend was patiently waiting for you on the sofa, book in hand.

"Ahhhh..." you sighed, collapsing like a rag doll on top of him. You had toiled through hours of work for this very moment - the moment you could finally cuddle your beloved Shouto. A blissful smile made it's way onto your face as you gently straddled him, tucking your head into his neck.

"I lost my page..." he mumbled, before wriggling the book out from under you and setting it aside. His arms looped casually around your hips, his chin shifting to rest on your shoulder.

"Hehe... I'm more important now..." you giggled, pressing a kiss on his cheek and wrapping your arms comfortably around his neck.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence. The cozy and safe heat of your boyfriend enveloped you, and you felt your stress slowly dissipate. Your eyes slowly close as you started to doze off...

But stirring you out of your stupor, a warm pair of lips found your exposed neck. He pressed soft kisses along your smooth skin, the soothing tingling of his lips causing you to let out a sigh of content.

Until a familiar shock of pleasure and pain jolted through you, pulling an embarrassing squeak from your mouth. You shot up to see Shouto's normally emotionless eyes dance with mischievousness.

"Shooouutooo!" You whined, wriggling against him, even though he simply hugged you tighter. Your pout grew as he ignored you, leaning down to press another kiss on your neck.

"We were having a moment!"

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said, straight-faced, before pressing his lips onto yours. Your eyes widened a fraction before you rolled them, moving in sync with the familiar feeling of his lips.

Soon you broke away from him, slightly breathless. You smiled shyly at him, and Shouto affectionately pulled you tighter into him. His eyes admiring every pretty bump and contour on your face. A small smile, only noticeable by you, graced his face.

You let out a light giggle, before pressing another kiss on his cheek. He was such a dork sometimes... Shouto rested his head on your shoulder, and the two of you fell back into comfortable silence.

But then you felt his lips on your soft neck again, and before you could stop him, his teeth found their mark once more. Your cheeks flushed as you held in the moan that threatened to escape you, as you pushed his chest grumpily.

"Shoooutoo! Just let me cuddle you!" You whined, shaking his shoulders slightly. A teasing light shone in his eyes.

"Sorry (y/n)... you look so cute that I can't resist." You blinked at him, processing his compliment before a hot blush saturated your cheeks. His comments were always so direct and sweet that it flustered you every time.

"Yeah yeah whatever..." you pouted, cuddling into his neck in an attempt to hide your blush.

"Just pray that those don't show up tomorrow..."

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Masterlist

#todoroki shōto #todoroki shouto #mha shouto #shouto x reader #bnha todoroki #bnha fluff #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha #reader insert #todoroki x reader #fluff #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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Watch Me.

Bakugou x MidoriyaSister!reader

Artist link

Request: Could you by any chance do one where the reader is midoriya's sister (who is not quirkless) and bakugo asks her out but she says no because she hasn't forgiven him for all the misery he put her brother through growing upI don't know if I explained that well sorry . But I feel like the more angsty the better

A/N: Your quirk is telekinesis, like a stronger version of Midoriya's mom's. And I made you and Izuku twins so that you'd be in the same year. There’s swearing, as per bakugou cause that’s how that boi rolls

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Your very first memory was not a happy one.

You were sitting in a hospital room, watching through your own tears as your brother cried. The doctor had dispassionately announced that Izuku was quirkless. Something about percentages and bones in your toe, you were too young to understand what it meant back then, after all, your own quirk hadn't emerged either, but you knew that something terribly unlucky had befallen your brother. That night, he had clung onto you and cried until he fell asleep.

Your second memory was not much better.

You were staring at the juicebox in your hand, which had miraculously flown towards you when Izuku asked you for it. You had turned to him in wonder and shock, seeing the same gleeful face beaming back at you. Your mother had congratulated you on your quirk and the whole family was brimming with pride and happiness, but that night, Izuku sobbed again. He had hoped, selfishly, that you were quirkless too, just so he wouldn't be alone in this quirk dominated world. But after the initial joy had subsided, he was reminded that he was in that 20%, and you were very resolutely in the 80%.

Your third memory came a few months later.

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"Play with me, (y/n)-chan."

You looked up from your coloring book of heroes to meet red eyes. Bakugou stood in front of you, hands on his hips and a fake sword held jauntily in his hand.

"I don't wanna." You said, scooting away with him to sit closer to your brother, who looked up from his All Might drawing to eye the two of you nervously. "I'm busy."

"No you're not! Let's play heroes!" He brandished his sword at you. At the word 'heroes', your face lit up, all apprehension disappearing almost entirely. There was nothing in the world you and your brother loved more than heroes: literally gods among men in your young, impressionable eyes.

"Okay! Izu-chan lets go!" You said happily, standing up and tugging at the fabric of your brother's shirt. His eyes widened and he sputtered something out frantically that you didn't quite catch.

"No! Not Deku, just you!" Bakugou said grumpily, small hand reaching out to grab your wrist. You looked at him in confusion, still not letting go of your brother's shirt.

"What? No we're all gonna be heroes!" You argued, confused why you couldn't all play together. Looking at the expression on Izuku's face though, you couldn't help but think you were missing something.

"He doesn't even have a quirk! He can't be a hero!" Bakugou argued back, pulling your wrist hard enough to jerk you away from Izuku.

"I-I-I..." Were the only words your brother could muster out, big tears already starting to form. Having just found out he was quirkless a couple months ago, the wound was still far too fresh. You gasped upon seeing the wetness on his cheeks, and wrenched yourself out of Bakugou's grip to dash to your brothers side.

"Kacchan don't say that!" You said angrily, hugging the sobbing boy tightly against you. You didn't understand. It seemed like so recently the three of you were happily role-playing as your favorite heroes together, but like a switch, Bakugou has decided to push your brother out of his life.

"Come on (y/n)-chan! You actually have a quirk so why are you hanging around that dork all the time!"

"He's not a dork! He's my brother!"

Bakugou let out a loud frustrated huff, stomping his feet. "I don't care!"

"If Izu-chan isn't playing then I'm not playing." You said resolutely, glaring at the angry boy in front of you.

"Why're you being so lame!? Fricken Deku is so damn weak!"

Your brother was starting to cry harder. You didn't understand why Bakugou hated Izuku suddenly, you didn't know why quirks mattered to much to him, you didn't know why Bakugou was so adamant about playing with you. All you knew was that he had made your brother cry, and that as absolutely unacceptable.

"We don't want to be friends with you anymore! Go away!!" You yelled at him.

You could practically feel waves of rage rolling off of him as he threw the toy sword onto the ground with a loud smack.

"Fine!"

Turning around, he stomped off.

. . .

As the three of you grew older, you began to realize the reasoning behind the sudden strained relationship between Izuku and Bakugou. You realized the utter distaste for weakness Bakugou felt, and the embarrassment and frustration he felt when he was rescued from drowning by your brother when you all were little. You understood the yearning your brother felt for a quirk, the shame and sadness he felt when he was around Bakugou. It hurt you beyond measure to see this rift between previous best friends grow wider with every passing year.

It seemed as if Bakugou's cruelty worsened with age. As kids, it was harmless things, like not wanting to play with Izuku. Then it led to name-calling and making fun of him. Despite your best efforts to stand up for your brother, the misery snowballed into verbal and even physical abuse. Far too many times during middle school did you have to wipe away Izuku's tears and bandage his scraped knees. Every other day did you find yourself yelling at Bakugou, only for him to laugh in that infuriating way of his. You were so sick of it.

It didn't help at all either, how he still had the nerve to talk to you as if nothing was wrong. In elementary school it was small, like demanding you play with him or making you sleep next to him during nap time, but much like his tormenting of your brother, it worsened. Despite your numerous attempts to tell him to go away, he was always there to harasses you, and glower and anybody who tried to talk to you, even if it was just your brother.

But finally, things took a turn for the better. It was the last year of middle school, very late at night, when Izuku woke you up to tell you a secret: that he had met All Might, and that the hero was going to bestow an unimaginably strong power onto him, and that he was going to be a hero. It was like you discovering your quirk all over again. You had to keep it a secret from your mother of course, but that night the two of you hardly slept. The pure joy and happiness you felt for him could barely be contained by your shared bedroom.

With your brother's new quirk-to-be came a spurt of motivation for you too. While he spent his summer building muscle on the beach, you honed your own quirk. Much like your mother's, it was not very strong, but you pushed past your quirk fatigue, Izuku pushed past the strain of his muscles, and within a couple of brutally tough months, the two of you found yourselves in front of U.A highschool, hand in hand. It was a childhood dream come true.

. . .

"Oi. (y/n)-chan."

You physically cringed when you heard Bakugou address you like that. It was fine when you were younger, but every random once in a while, even as teenagers, he added the 'chan' at the end. It always embarrassed you to no end. Only two people in the world dared call you that, Izuku and him.

"What do you want?"

"Nothing." He smirked, looking away. He really just wanted to see the angry (it was nothing but cute in his eyes) expression that crossed your face upon hearing the 'chan'. You glared daggers at him, eyes shifting back to your textbook as you angrily tried to focus on the words in front of you. You failed to notice the frown that crossed his face as troubling thoughts resurfaced in his head. Bakugou was not one to feel nervous, but today the anxiety fogged his head. After all, he had a plan for today, a plan involving you.

Going to highschool had definitely lightened the bullying on Izuku's end, but it seemed to heighten the awkward tension on your side. The memories of your past friendship with him never faded, but the torment he put your brother through was still fresh in your mind. While you could not deny the fact that Bakugou had grown rather handsome over the years, you couldn't bring yourself to look past his... well, his shit personality.

When class was over, you excused yourself to the bathroom, telling Izuku to wait for you outside because after-school bathroom lines were not to be taken lightly.

Wiping your hands and pushing the door open, you barely made a couple steps out before a hand darted out and snagged your forearm. Instinctively, you activated your quirk in self defense. But upon seeing it was Bakugou who dared grab your arm, your self defense turned to annoyance and you sent a nearby water bottle hurtling towards him.

"Don't touch me Bakugou." You said angrily as he nimbly dodged your attack. You tried pulling your arm free but his grip was unyielding.

"Bakugou? What happened to Kacchan?" He questioned, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Yo-"

Before you could sputter out a response, his face turned serious. "I need to talk to you, now. Let's go."

Pulling none too gently on your arm, he led you away from the bathrooms and back to your classroom. Despite your protests, your feet slid along behind him no matter how hard you struggled.

"Stop wriggling." He growled. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

Your eyes narrowed and you eyed him with distaste as he slid the now empty classroom's door open and pulled you in, closing it behind you.

"Well," you glowered, finally managing to wrench you arm free and pulling your sleeve up, revealing red indentations. "I think you did already."

"If you just follo-"

"Shut up. I don't care." You said angrily, and now that his hands were off you, you took the opportunity to walk right back out the door. Whatever he needed to tell you wasn't nearly as important as the fact that Izuku was still waiting for you outside.

"Just listen!" He yelled, the hint of desperation in his voice causing you to pause. "Fuck, I know you hate me (y/n)-chan. But just fucking listen."

You cringed again at his casual mentioning of your name again. How did he expect you to listen to him when he couldn't even oblige to your simple request of addressing you by you last name like literally everyone else did?

"Don't call me (y/n)-chan! we're not kids anymore!"

"Fucking Deku calls you that doesn't he!?"

"Izuku actually cares about me!"

"You think I don't!?"

"No you fucking don't!!"

Not one minute had passed since the two of you were alone and already you were practically nose to nose, glowering at each other. He was the one to break away, letting out a long exhale and dragging a hand over his face in frustration.

"This is exactly what I mean. This is fucking stupid. I want us to start over."

"What?" You were taken aback, not only because of his words, but because you realized he backed down for once. He took a moment to collect his thoughts before speaking again.

"I don't want us to be like this every time we talk. I don't want you to hate me."

Your eyebrows raised, surprise evident on your face. "That's what you wanted to say to me?" You let out a short derisive laugh. "Stop wasting my time."

"I'm serious." He growled.

You let out a huff. "Fine. I do hate you. If you think talking to me like this is going to change that then..." you let out another short laugh. "Then oh boy are you wrong."

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry for being such an asshole." He looked almost in pain when he said it, hand reaching up to tug at the hairs at the base of his neck. It didn't seem sincere enough.

"Great. How eloquent of you. Can I go now?" You said coldly.

"No!" He almost shouted, reaching out to grab you again but stopping himself. He knew he would't get anywhere with you if he pissed you off again. "Listen- I've acted so damn shitty to you for so long. I... I miss being around you."

You let out a quiet breath.

"The older we get the harder it is for me to ignore it. So give me a chance to start over."

For a moment, you almost wanted to let him. But that thought was pushed out by guilt--where you really going to betray your brother just because Bakugou decided to act sweet for a moment?

"Hell no. Don't be so full of yourself."

"Fuck. (Y/n) you aren't making this any easier."

Your heart pounded at those words and you practically saw red.

"Excuse me? Are you actually kidding me? Easier? How can you be so... so... entitled?  You think I'm just gonna drop down and forgive you for literal years of bullying just because you said sorry once?"

You saw him open his mouth to protest but you raised a hand to shut him up.

"Because that's what you are, Bakugou. You're a bully. You're abusive and violent, and well... I feel like I barely have any memories of you where I'm not fighting with you."

Every word leaving your mouth was like a stab in his heart. Hearing you call him those words made his heart ache with guilt. All those years, he had acted that way to win you away from your brother, to prove that he was better. And without realizing it, the jealousy had spiraled endlessly out of control.

"Listen, I get it... you've been handed literally everything from the day you were born. So you think you just deserve an apology because you asked nicely. But do you even know how many times you made Izuku cry? For fucks sake! You should be begging Izuku for forgiveness, not me!"

You were breathless as all those pent up angers spilled out of you. Yet for some reason, it didn't feel good to scream at him like this, and it hurt to see him flinch at your words. If anything, it worsened the frustration and sadness you've come to associate with you childhood friend...

"This isn't about Deku!"

"Maybe not to you, Bakugou!" You yelled. "You've never been able to accept him! And I only hate you because of how you treat him!"

The two of you fell silent, with you still huffing angrily. Bakugou's fists were clenched at his sides. It was becoming painfully obvious to him that the conversation would not end in the direction he had hoped.

"Bakugou, tell me straight, because after all these years I've never understood. What's the difference between Izuku and me? We look the same. Is it cause I'm a girl? His quirk? It just 'showed up late'. Why do you hate him so damn much, yet care enough to apologize to me?"

"...because you were never weak. You stick to what you know it right. All Deku would do is sit back and let you defend him."

You seethed. "We both know there's more to it then that."

He stopped, opening his mouth and closing it as he fought to pull out the right words.

"You're... I don't fucking know. You're more."

You were getting tired of his vagueness. "If you have something to say then say it!

"Fucking fine!" He roared. "Do you need me spell it out for you? Why are you so goddamn dense!? You're special. You're beautiful. You're strong. I fucking like you (y/n), is that good enough!?"

Gritting his teeth, he turned away in embarrassment, the tips of his ears reddening. It wasn't as if he were shy about admitting it, he had just hoped it would come out when the two of you weren't in the midst of an argument.

Your jaw almost hit the ground as all the anger drained away from the shock. You couldn't quite believe it. The tension between you two was obvious but you never thought it was rooted in actual affection. It would be a lie to say that your feelings were completely opposite, but any attraction you had felt for him in the past was so deeply buried under years of anger and frustration that they didn't override your current emotions. You wanted to like him. You wanted to forgive him. But when you thought about your brother, you just couldn't. A quiet and awkward moment passed.

"Do you think saying that will excuse everything you've done?" You asked softly. You watched as his eyes softened with unbridled disappointment.

"No." He admitted. "I know it won't."

"What did you expect me to say?"

"Tsch..." He let out a quiet curse, lips twisting in bitterness. You let out a sigh, letting your shoulders slump.

"I don't want it to be like this (y/n)."

"Me neither."

Silence settled into the room as you absorbed his confession. Without a doubt, what he did was wrong. But it would also be wrong to completely disregard him when he was obviously trying to change for the better. And your childhood friend, the Kacchan version of Bakugou, must still be somewhere within the boy standing in front of you.

"I won't... I won't walk away from you completely, Bakugou... or I suppose... Katsuki. I'm glad you've shown me remorse today. But I don't forgive you yet."

"I'll change." He said gruffly, finally meeting your eyes with a piercing stare.

"Then show me. Prove to me that you can grow up. Because right now, I still can't see past the way you were when we were kids."

"How?" He asked, voice softening to match your tone.

"Treat Izuku as an equal. That's a start. You have all of highschool. Show me, show Izuku that you've grown. Maybe then."

You waited for a response and when you didn't get one, you turned to leave.

"Watch me."

"I will." .

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Edge of Insanity Ch. 5: Slow Burn

Yandere!Todoroki x fem!reader

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A/N: fluff incoming! the yandere is coming soon, dw ;) for now let’s enjoy innocent todoroki while he lasts.

. . .

You hadn't shown up for your last class. Even when Todoroki tried to take his mind off that fact, your seat, which was so glaringly empty, pulled his thoughts back onto you. On any other day, he wouldn't have been so worried. But after the events that transpired today, he felt his fear was well warranted.

The building frustration with himself only made it worse. If only he had decided to follow you and Shinsou earlier today, he could have comforted you, he could have protected you from all those staring eyes, he could have been the first to find you, he c-

He let out a sigh of frustration. He wasn't even there for you during lunch. While his friends managed to find and comfort you, he was on the other side of the school searching, which made him feel like an utter failure.

After lunch, when he saw you again in class, he had promised himself that he wouldn't let you out of his sight. And seeing how relieved you looked when he offered to walk you from class to class was enough to make his heart ache. He relished the feeling of helping you, relished the feeling that he was needed by you.

And the day had passed smoothly, with him staring daggers at anyone who let their gaze linger too long, until just minutes before the last class when you excused yourself to the bathroom, urged him to go ahead without you, and just never returned.

He felt like it was his fault. Did you slip and knock yourself out? Were you locked in a stall? Or at the very worst, did someone attack you? Another drawn-out sigh escaped his lips. Maybe he was overthinking it and you just had a stomach ache.

"Todoroki? Are you alright?" Kirishima whispered on his left. "You're biting your fingernail."

Todoroki nodded absently, a bit irked that Kirishima broke his train of thought. He glanced at the clock. 25 more minutes until class ended. He really just couldn't wait any longer. He raised his hand and waited impatiently for his teacher to call on him.

"Yes? Todoroki?"

"May I use the bathroom?"

His teacher let out a sigh and waved for his go-ahead. Todoroki needed nothing more to bolt out the door. The moment he was out of sight, he whipped out his phone and sent you a quick text. Eyebrows furrowed, he waited impatiently for you to respond, but as the minutes ticked by, he decided that it would be better to just go look for you.

He first checked the bathroom, fighting back a flush of embarrassment as he cracked open the door, averting his eyes in case there were any girls still inside. Luckily there weren't any there to witness his shame. However, no one responded when he called out, which made him all the more concerned. A quick peek under the stalls showed no bodies or feet (which quelled the fear that you had hurt yourself) and he quickly left the bathroom, hoping that no one saw him and assumed that he was nothing more than a shameless pervert.

He wandered the halls, a bit more frantically than before, searching for you. It wasn't likely that you went home, since you always had work after school...

He walked from floor to floor, shoes making loud squeaks that echoed down the empty halls. He peaked at any empty classrooms and courtyards, but you were nowhere to be found. His lips pressed together into a thin line as frustration and restlessness settled in. Walking slowly back to class, he passed a storage cabinet, but froze when he heard the quietest of noises coming from within. Tiptoeing closer, he leaned against the door, half expecting to hear crying or something akin to that, but instead, soft music sounded from within. Something so quiet he must have missed it the first time he looked down this hall. It had to be you.

He knocked quietly, frowning when he heard no reply. He put his hand on the knob, hesitant to open it lest he scare you. But he couldn't just walk away knowing you were in there, especially since people don't just hide in storage cabinets for fun.

Slowly, he creaked the door open. In front of him were rows and rows of dusty textbooks, illuminated by a dim yellow light. There you were, snuggled against a corner of the small space, fast asleep. Your arms were wrapped loosely around bent knees, and your head rested against the bookcase, hair falling over your face and neck. Your phone, which was balanced precariously on the books next to you, was softly playing calm music. Your backpack was haphazardly thrown opposite you. The word 'relief' could not even begin to describe the feeling he felt when he saw you weren't hurt.

He quietly shut the door behind him, the room scarcely giving him enough space to crouch down next to you. He looked at you thoughtfully, not sure what to do now that he had found you. He didn't want to wake you up but it didn't feel right to simply leave. Would it be too much to touch you? The skin that peeked out from under the curtain of hair looked so soft.

He waited a moment longer to see if you would stir, and when you didn't, he brushed a knuckle against your cheek, admiring the soft warmth that radiated off of you. He paused, listening for changes in your breathing, before gently pushing your silky locks behind your shoulder.

Your eyes were still baggy like they were earlier today, but Shouto noted with a pained frown that they were now puffy and wet too. Tears still glistened at the base of your eyelashes. But even in tears, you looked so lovely. He had never been so close to you, but now that he was, he could unabashedly stare at your pretty features. If you were awake, you would undoubtedly cover your face with embarrassment. You even smelled sweet, like shampoo and soap.

He brushed your bangs behind your ear as well, careful to not be rough, lest he disturb you. His heart ached when you parted your lips and let out a quiet sigh. Black dots spotted his vision and he realized that he was holding his breath.

And then it hit him. Maybe it was the oxygen-deprived delirium speaking, but at that moment he realized that his feelings for you were more than just infatuation. Would it be too much to say that he loved you? He had only known you for a month yet you already meant the world to him. He would do anything for you, do anything to make sure your eyes never filled with tears again. So maybe he did love you. It was a terrifying thought.

The soft music came to a stop, and the song changed to something more upbeat. At the sound, your eyes fluttered open. He froze, feeling as if he had been caught doing something unsavory. You blinked in confusion for a second before your eyes widened and you jolted away from him in surprise. Your elbow knocked into the bookcase with a thump, and the impact caused a plume of dust to come raining down on the two of you.

After a long moment, the dust literally settled, and you gasped his name out.

"W-what? Why are you here?" You placed a hand over your racing heart as the adrenaline slowly ebbed off.

"I... you didn't show up to class and I was worried."

You glanced about, embarrassed to be seen in such a pathetic state, and still a bit disoriented. He was very close to you, probably close enough to kiss you if he wanted to. You hurriedly swiped the tears from your eyes, brushed the dust off your head, and grabbed your phone to turn the music off. Upon seeing his concerned texts, you cast him a guilty look.

"I'm sorry for worrying you... and for not replying. But I'm fine so... it's okay."

"Don't apologize. And... don't lie either." He shifted from his crouching position in front of you to sit next to you on the dusty floor. You looked down, saying nothing.

"What happened?"

You were about to say that everything was okay, but he did seem so genuinely concerned that you couldn't bear to just push him away.

"I bumped into Inomata in the bathroom." You felt him stiffen next to you. "And we... talked a bit."

His face came into your field of view and you glanced up at him. His multicolored eyes scanned your face and then your neck, lips tilted down in a frown, looking for any bruises that he may have missed earlier. You realized what he was doing and shook your head.

"No, we didn't fight. She just gave me a lot to think about."

"What did she say?"

"She told me why she hated me. And I guess... well I don't know. I guess I'm just too dense. Our quirks are very similar. She said that I stood in her way."

Todoroki was quiet for a moment, before saying, "She should know that competition breeds better heroes. And by removing her competition," he gave you a pointed look, "she's only taking the easy way out."

You purse your lips and nodded in agreement.

"And you're the one in 1-A, not her."

"Yeah..." you let out a sigh, and Todoroki was disappointed to see that his words didn't have the comforting effect he had hoped they would have. You leaned your head back against the bookcase and closed your eyes.

"Do you hate her?"

You almost snorted out loud. "Todoroki, of course I hate her. But I don't hate her for having the same quirk as me... I hate her for what she's done to me. There's such a thing as healthy rivalry... but then there is cruelty."

He hummed in understanding.

"I didn't just transfer to 1-A because I felt like it. When school started I was actually pretty happy in general studies."

He raised an eyebrow at you. Ever since that day in the cafe, he had suspected that there was a dark underlying reason for your transfer.

"Inomata and I were friends for a while actually." You let out a sad laugh. "Probably 'cause our quirks were alike, you know? So we had the same training and sparred with each other a lot. And when you're around someone so often you just kinda get close to them."

"But I think something like... I'm not sure how to describe it. Something soured? Something went wrong. The more time passed the more bitter she got."

"She was jealous of you." Todoroki offered.

"Jealous of what? I'm just... I'm just trying to get by. Nothing about me is worth being jealous about..."

"You're kinder, for starters."

You cast him a shy smile. He never ceased to be charming. But the smile quickly faded as you recounted the next part of your story.

"Well... her bullying got a lot worse really fast. She would steal things from my desk, harass me in the halls... and injure me during training. Never enough to look suspicious, but always enough to hurt. I think she was trying to get me to drop out. Or at least leave the class."

Todoroki had known that general studies was a miserable experience for you, but the severity of the situations you were explaining, and the exhaustion in your voice was jarring. If it wore you out even to recount the past, it must have been absolutely terrible in the moment. His blood boiled as he imagined the things that happened to you, and he couldn't imagine how things could even get worse.

"But I finally decided that I couldn't take it anymore when... one day she and one of her friends made me destroy my hero suit.

"What?"

"They made me destroy it. With my very own quirk." You repeated, sounding pained. "And they filmed it."

You realized that the small closet was considerably warmer than it was a second ago, and you realized that rage-induced waves of heat had been steadily rolling off Todoroki's left side.

"Her friend... my classmate had a quirk that could control air. They threatened to suffocate me if I didn't do it. It's not the loss of the suit that hurt me so much, I mean I have a new one now... it was the fact that they literally made me destroy my dream of being a hero."

You were starting to tear up again. Were Todoroki not momentarily frozen by his rage, he would have cursed out loud. She threatened you. She hurt you.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" He hissed.

You looked at him, angry. "Would it have helped? Sure, she would have gotten expelled, but she also would have released that video. I thought about it... but if hero agencies saw that video they would never even consider me. The things they made me say..." you shuddered. "They are things I never want anyone to hear me say."

You glanced up at him and flinched at how intense his stare was. You knew his anger was directed at Inomata and not towards you, but the expression on his face could have frozen blood. Upon seeing you twitch away, the concerned expression returned and he reached out to touch your hand.

"I'm sorry that you had to go through that." He said softly. "No one deserves that."

"And... she still has that video. As long as she does, she'll always have power over me. And I'll never be able to escape her. I... I..."

You started crying again, and Todoroki was at a loss. He already had trouble confronting his own emotions, so it went without saying that he had even more trouble with the emotions of others.

"I-I'm sorry I keep crying, I'm just really overwhelmed and everything is t-terrible right now." You hiccupped, trying desperately to stop shaking but the flood of painful memories had all resurfaced.

Todoroki hesitantly touched your arm, and when you didn't move away, he scooted closer to wrap an arm around you.

"Shh... it's okay to cry."

"A-and that post she m-made today..."

"Shh... shh..."

"A-and what she said in the bathroom..."

"I know... I know..."

At his warm touch, you leaned into him, pressing your face against his shoulder and wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. You normally wouldn't be so forward but honestly, you needed to be hugged and comforted so badly.

His other arm wound around your back and he pulled you into his lap to hug you tighter. He rubbed soothing circles as you wet his shoulder with tears.

"There there... you're okay. You're okay. You're a hero and don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise."

"Can you promise me... promise that you'll always believe that?"

"I promise." He murmured.

You squeeze him tight at his words, warm tears starting to soak through his shirt. Todoroki tried to remember back to when his mother would comfort him when he was small, and rocked you the same way she used to.

And the two of you sat like that, quiet and comfortable until your shaking stopped and your breath slowed. His heartbeat, fast yet steady, and his protective embrace soothing beyond measure. Outside, the final bell rang, but even the muffled shuffling of exiting students did nothing to disturb the peace.

For Todoroki, it felt so good to be needed by you, to have you holding on to him like your life depended on it. He had spent his whole life feeling used and unwanted, but you were the one thing he could make better, the one thing pure and worth protecting. He relished this feeling of your soft form in his arms. It felt so correct, as if you were made to fit with him so perfectly.

As the school quieted down once more, it occurred to him that you must have fallen asleep again. Your hands had relaxed and your head was heavy on his shoulder. Feeling a bit braver knowing that you were asleep, he reached up and stroked your hair, sighing at the silky feeling. He was obsessed. Obsessed with the thought of you. You had so much influence over him and you didn't even know it, and it scared him.

You lifted your head off his shoulder for the first time in a long time. Your eyes were tired and your cheeks were flushed. He froze, staring at your flustered expression. His hand was still tangled in your hair and the other settled at your hip. You let out a soft breath and he felt it fan over his lips.

"Shouto..." You mumbled in a sleepy haze.

His heart skipped a beat. You had never called him by his first name before, and it rolled off your tongue effortlessly. He murmured your name back, lifted a hand to brush against your cheek.

Your eyes were so lovely up close, framed by dark lashes, and looking almost multichrome in the light. He leaned in, your noses practically touching...

Abruptly, your eyes snapped open and you jerked back, practically tumbling out of his lap. Your face flamed a brilliant pink as you clapped your hand over your mouth. You didn't mean for his name to slip out like that.

"T-todoroki I-I'm sorry that was so... so..."

He had turned rather pink too, suddenly very shy for having been so close to you just moments before.

"T-thank you so much for comforting me today. I-I need to get to work." You stuttered out hurriedly. You bowed your head adorably at him in gratitude, before rapidly gathering your backpack and books.

"I..." the normally eloquently spoken boy was at a loss for words. He hadn't meant to lean in like that but his body did it before he had even registered the fact.

"I-I..." you tried to say something but your words died on your tongue. "Thank you, again. P-lease... please get home safe."

And with that, you sped out of the closet, a furious blush on your face. A gust of wind ruffled his hair before the door closed and he was alone.

He sat there in the closet, feeling much more empty without you. You had pulled away in the end... but he could have sworn that when he leaned in, you did so too.

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Sore

Bakugou x reader

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A/N: Not lemon, not lime, it’s not that type of sore.

. . .

You toweled yourself off as you stepped out of the dorm showers, feeling much better now that the warm water had soothed your sore muscles. While training with Bakugou did wonders to tone your body, your always felt whipped afterwards.

Slipping into some sweatpants and a tshirt, you wrung the last of the water out of your hair, before slapping on some moisturizer and chapstick. Looking at your tired reflection in the mirror one last time, you hastily packed your toiletries into your bag and stuck your feet into your fuzzy slippers. You exited the bathroom, and padded your way to the common room, footsteps softened by your shoes. Peeking around the doorway, you laughed slightly as you spotted the still wet haired Bakugou waiting impatiently for you by the sofas. You watched with a slight smile as he absentmindedly stretched his arm.

"I hope you didn't wait long Kacchan." You said cheerfully one you reached him. He perked up upon hearing your voice, snapping out of whatever thoughts he was having. Eyeing his adorably flat hair, you attempted to reach up and fluff his wet locks. He promptly snatched your hand out of the air and scrunched his nose at you, eyes narrowed.

"You took fucking forever. I thought you slipped and died in there." Lowering you hands, he kept a tight yet warm grip on you as he led out the other side of the common room to the boy's rooms.

"Maybe you just shower too fast. Probably why you smell bad."

You glanced out of the corner of your eye in amusement as a vein popped in his forehead and his teeth bared at you. He was about to fire off before you patted him on the arm with a small chuckle.

"Just kidding just kidding. You smell nice after showers. I think it's your shampoo."

"Hrrumph."

"C'mon let's go. I wanna cuddle."

That statement seemed to lesson Bakugou's grumpiness. The two of you climbed the stairs, the straining pain in your legs reminding you to take it easy tomorrow. After feeling you slip behind him, he turned around to see you frowning at him a couple steps down.

"Why are you wincing?"

"Cause it hurts." You pouted, gesturing at your thighs. Every step seemed to pull your muscles in all the wrong places. His lips tightened and he tugged roughly at your hand, causing you to trip up a couple steps closer to him.

"Kacchan!" You gasped out, flailing out to catch yourself on the banister to stop from falling forwards onto him. "What the he-"

"C'mon. If that little bit of training today made you sore then we definitely need to go harder next time."

You let out a whine of protest as he pulled you up a couple more steps. The thought of what "going harder" implied made you pale. Was he going to make you run a marathon next??

"What kinda logic is that..."

The two of you made you way up another flight of stairs before Bakugou felt you slowing down behind him again. He stopped, and when you caught up to him and he took the opportunity to poke your forearm, and then your stomach. His hands went down to your leg before you slapped him away.

"Hey what are y-"

"You're still too soft."

This time it was your turn to be annoyed. "Excuse me?"

His lips quirked up into a tiny smirk. "As much as I like your body as it is..." a hand reached to your butt only to be slapped away once again. Your cheeks reddened and you puffed up in indignation.

"...you need to build more muscle if you want to be a hero."

You pursed your lips and reluctantly nodded in agreement. Bakugou grabbed hold of your hand again and urged you forwards. He had a cuddling session to look forward to and his impatience was growing.

"Okay I get it! So stop pulling me! I'm not as strong as you and I can't help that I'm sore!"

"And what, you're going to let that stop you?" He let out a huff of breath before continuing on. "if that's your excuse then you've given up already. You should be working even harder then if you want to be strong."

He let out a low sigh when he saw the look of hurt on your face. Sometimes the words he said just didn't come out the way he intended. After all, didn't mean to be cross with you, but it's just that he wanted for you to become a hero just as badly as you did. He wasn't good at vocal motivation or flowery words so he helped you in the way he knew best: training you so that your body could keep up with your quirk. But he wasn't cruel, and seeing that you were truly in pain did make him feel guilty.

"I... I'm trying. I really am Kacchan." You said sadly, suddenly feeling ashamed to be so weak. You felt that by complaining, you had let him down in some way. "Look, I'm obviously moving too slow for you so just go ahead and get ready and I'll be at your room soon okay?"

He let out  grunt of annoyance and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. You thought that he really was going to turn around and sprint up the stairs without you. The grip on your hand tightened for a second before he pulled your arm up and around his shoulder, almost dislodging your bag of toiletries.

"Woah woah hey!"

Another hand wound around your waist and tugged your against him, Bakugou's own bag of toiletries slapping against your thigh. He half dragged you up a couple steps, the sudden pull at your shoulder causing you to lose your footing. Eyebrows furrowing, he cast you a grumpy glare.

"Move your damn feet before I haul your ass up these goddamn steps."

"Okay I'm going I'm going!" You grumbled, starting to move your feet. It was considerably less painful with Bakugou now supporting some of your weight. As he helped you up, you took a moment to appreciate just how impressively strong he was. He trained just as hard if not harder than you today, and even if he was sore, he didn't complain or show it. And after all that he still had the strength to help you when you were tired. It was honestly very admirable. Maybe one day, if you worked hard enough, you would be able to match his stamina.

A couple flights of steps later and the two of you finally reached his floor. Bakugou let the arm around his shoulders drop, but still made sure to keep his hand around your waist in case your legs were still wobbly.

"Thank you..." you sighed and you two trekked towards his room. He jammed his keys into the lock, throwing the door open and pulling you in. Not even bothering to turn the lights on, you dropping your toiletries on the floor and so did he, before he unceremoniously dumped you onto his bed. Sitting up with a pout, you kicked off your shoes and scooted in.

"Get in we don't have all day." He grumbled, collapsing next to you as soon as you gave him enough room to do so. You snuggled into the blankets, reveling in the familiar smell and cushy sheets that always seemed more comfortable than your own. He turned around the face you, and a hand wriggled it's way under your body. Before you even had a chance to squirm away he had flipped you on top of him, arms locking around your torso to keep you there. You took the opportunity to snuggle into his chest, letting your legs get tangled with his.

And at last, the two of you were comfy. You let out a tired sigh and you felt his chest rise and fall underneath you as he did the same. After a few quiet minutes, you felt his hands slip down to your thighs.

"Are you really that sore?"

"Uh huh..." You said quietly, teetering on the brink of sleep but fighting your heavy eyelids to talk to Bakugou.

"We... we can go slower tomorrow."

"No." You grumbled into his shirt. "You said 'we need to go harder.'"

"Try-hard." He chuckled.

A few more moments of quiet passed and you were practically asleep when he spoke again.

"Are you still awake?"

When you didn't respond, he let out a sigh, hands leaving your legs to run through your hair. He knew that tomorrow, you'd drag him out of bed nice and early and make him spar with you. Even though on some nights, you were burnt out beyond measure, somehow you always surprised him by getting up and pushing yourself further. Just as you considered him admirable for his strength, he found your determination inspiring. Giving your still damp hair one last stroke, he closed his eyes.

"Good night (y/n)."

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Hickeys

Bakugou x reader

artist link (some people really out there removing watermarks on this pic... how scummy.)

A/N: Some classy bakugou swearing, and sexual themes up ahead (nothing too lemony) so... uh... brace for impact?

. . .

"Katsuki... we need to talk."

The said male sighed quietly. When it came to the two of you, those words could only mean one thing.

You walked out of the bathroom, a murderous aura around you.

"I'm actually, legitimately, gonna dump you." You whined, before dramatically pulling your scarf off your neck.

Bakugou's eyes glanced up your form, before a smirk slowly formed on his face. His eyes stopped at your neck, where your pale skin was covered in small, puffy pink bites.

"You go fricken overboard with these! How do you expect me to hide them all the time?!" You huffed, crossing your arms and pouting at his spreadeagled position on your bed.

He cast you a lazy smirk, his fierce red eyes running up and down your figure.

"Just don't." He suggested, amused by your attempts to be angry. While you gave him hell for marking you all the time, he knew that this was an argument he would always win.

"B-b-but!! It's embarrassing! And I can't wear this stupid scarf anymore, it's the middle of summer!" You whined, turning around to look in the bathroom mirror again. Wincing slightly, you ran your hand over the numerous hickeys.

"Well you belong to me, and I want all those fucking extras to know it." He drawled.

Your cheeks flushed, as you stomped over to him, determined to win this fight once and for all.

"Kat. Su. Ki. You know that it takes weeks for these darn hickeys to disappear, right?" You glowered at his lazy and unworried form. Couldn't he at least try to look intimidated by you?!

"Well, it's not like I heard you complaining when I fucked you last night."

You blinked as you tried to process his words, before your cheeks flooded with color as you let out a shriek of embarrassment. You pounced on him, pounding your fists into his chest as he cackled quietly above you.

"D-don't say things like that! A-and you can't expect me to speak up in... in... the h-heat of the moment!" You rushed out, steam practically pouring from your ears, as you learned your head against his chest in an attempt to hide your embarrassment.

"It must have felt pretty damn good then..." he drawled in your ear.

"OH MY GOD KATSUKI SHUT UP!" You cried, heat radiating off your face as you tried to run out of the room. But before you could escape, his arms wound against your waist, trapping you in before you felt his lips slam onto yours.

"Mmf-" your eyes widened. You weren't going to let him kiss his way out of this argument again. But your struggles against his arms were useless, he kept you locked in his lap with an iron grip.

You resistance slowly crumbled as the sensual and familiar feeling of his lips on yours slowly made you melt into his embrace.

He nipped at your bottom lip, before roughly pushing his tongue past your lips. You involuntarily let out a moan of pleasure, your previous embarrassment and anger ebbing away. He sensually swirled his tongue with your own, easily stealing your breath away.

His hands ran heatedly up and down your body before he pulled away from your puffy lips. Licking his lips lavishly, he smirked at your glassy-eyed expression. At this point, he knew he had won.

His lips trailed down to your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses over your shoulders, before settling on a soft patch of skin...

Your eyes snapped open as the familiar feeling of pleasure and pain jolted through you, and a moan escaped your lips. With an indignant cry, you tried to push your stupid, teasing boyfriend away from you. Tried.

"Was that a moan I heard?" He teased, a look of smug pride crossing his face. You stuttered, cheeks reddening as you cursed quietly.

"Ahh what the heck you idiot!" You whined. "I can't believe I didn't see that coming..."

"Yeah, I can't believe you didn't see it either." He pulled you back into his lap.

You felt your eyebrow twitch in annoyance as you ran your hand over the new hickey. You shot your boyfriend a menacing glare, knowing that he was all too proud of his work.

Flipping you around, he pushed you down into the bed so that he was on top of you.

"Give up, (y/n). I'm just telling the world that you're my queen. You're mine, and mine only." He growled quietly in your ear. The sentiment causing you to heat up slightly. You sighed quietly, finally giving up. After all, his was an argument you could never seem to win.

While you would never admit it, you secretly loved his possessive nature and the marks that not only told everyone that you belonged to him, but also that he belonged to you. It almost made up for the pain of hiding them all the time.

You snapped out of your thoughts as his lips traveled back down to your neck, and you felt his teeth graze over your skin.

"Now... let's pick up where we left off yesterday, shall we?"  

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Drabbles: Kiss me

Bakugou, Todoroki, Shinsou, Midoriya x fem!reader

artist link (their stuff is super cute 10/10 recommend)

A/N: Just... imagine shinsou is there too. 

. . .

What would they do if you asked them to kiss you?

Todoroki

"Kiss me."

He raised his eyebrows at you, rather surprised at your sudden command. He set his coffee down on the cafe table the two of you were sitting at.

"We're in a public area, (y/n)." He said calmly, unfazed by the pout that had formed on your lips. You looped your arms around his neck, giving him your best doe eyes.

"Please? You've been so busy lately, I've missed hanging out with you... especially the intimate moments..." you murmured, brushing your lips against his teasingly, in attempts to break his stone cold demeanor. You saw him roll his eyes slightly, with a small smile gracing his features.

At last, he molded his mouth against yours, his plush lips meeting yours in a sweet kiss. You really had missed this blissful feeling.

After a moment, you pulled away with a content hum, gazing at his handsome features for a moment before pecking him on the cheek. You retracted your arms and flashed him a sweet smile.

He shook his head at you in teasing disapproval, the smallest of grins on his face, before he settled down to return to his coffee.

Under the table, you felt his warm hand slip into yours.

. . .

Bakugou

"Kiss me."

His glance snapped over to you, eyebrows furrowed.

"What?" He growled out.

"I said, come here and kiss me." You demanded, a teasing smile on your face as you watched him huff, as he tried to decide whether he should be angry or just go over and kiss his annoying girlfriend.

After a moment of deliberation, he decided on the latter, stomping over to you and crossing his arms grumpily as he stood over your spreadeagled position on the sofa.

"Why are you ordering me around?" He grumbled, frowning when you simply winked up at him.

"I don't really want to do this stupid homework... so..." you said innocently, batting your eyelashes at him before tapping your lips with a finger.

He rolled his eyes, plopping next to you and winding a hand to the back of your head, bringing you close for a rough kiss. He bit your bottom lip slightly in annoyance when you giggled at him.

As you gasped, his tongue slipped past yours, licking your tongue in apology, causing you to smile and melt into his overwhelming presence. His warm slick muscle coated the inside of your mouth, your playful request for a kiss quickly turning steamy.

His hands roamed over your body, outlining your curves and squeezing the outline of your chest through your shirt.

"Mm... K-katsuki slow down..." you mumbled against his kisses, as he pressed heatedly against you.

"You asked for it..." he growled, pinning you against the sofa. "So you better be fucking prepared to get it."

. . .

Midoriya

"Kiss me."

His eyes widened and he looked at you in surprise, not expecting your outburst at all.

"W-wait, what?" He stuttered out, growing confused as you started to giggle. You scooted closer to him so that you could closely admire his adorable features.

"C'mon Izuku... kiss me!" You giggled, leaning even closer to him so that your noses almost touched. His cheeks flared up in red, no matter how long to two of you dated, your affections still caused him to flush in embarrassment.

"Um... I, yeah okay." He mumbled out, rather embarrassed before quickly pressing his lips against yours, wrapping his arms around your waist to give your pink lips a sweet, soft kiss.

After a moment, he gently pulled away, looking at your endearing expression. You cheerfully gave him a peck on the nose, making his blush worsen.

"Aw... thanks for always putting up with me Izuku..." you giggled, pressing another kiss on his cheek.

"I know I'm a little extra sometimes..." you gave him another peck on the other cheek, before pulling him into a tight hug. "But you still stick with me for some reason."

"D-don't worry about it..." he reassured you, gently laying his cheek against your sweet-smelling hair to enjoy to sentimental moment.

"You're you, and t-that's why... and that's why I love you."

. . .

Shinsou

"Kiss me."

He glanced over at you, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"If you want a kiss, just come over here."

"Hitoooooshi..." you whined from you seat on the other side of the room. "I just want some affection!"

He rolled his eyes at you, yawning and rubbing at his face.

"Don't I give you enough affection?" He asked, a mischievous thought running through his head.

"Well yeah but yo-" you felt your body freeze up, as the words were stopped in your mouth. If you could move, you would've been pouting so hard at your boyfriend...

"Stand up and walk towards me." He commanded, a devilish smirk on his face. Your body reluctantly strode towards him. Once you were in front of him, he leaned towards you with a glimmer in his eye.

"Now kiss me yourself."

You felt your body lean forward, and your lips press against his for a moment, before you pulled away, your own body betraying you and leaving you completely unsatisfied.

He released his hold on you, and you felt your senses, and grumpiness, return. With a pout on your face, you grabbed the smirking boy my his collar.

With an annoyed expression on your face, you shook him with a whine, trying your best to shake that satisfied expression off his face. Rolling you eyes dramatically, you flicked him on the forehead before fully pressing your lips against his.

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Edge of Insanity Ch. 4: Hate

yandere!Todoroki x fem!reader

Previous Chapter

A/N: Next chapter will have fluff, I promise there won't be sadness much longer!

. . .

Maybe you had just been too tired that morning to notice, but people's eyes definitely lingered on yours in the hallways. You put your head down, trying to hide away your red eyes. You wanted to go up to them and scream the truth into their face, but of course it wouldn't do any good. It was almost comical how fast your happiness was whisked away. You had work so so hard, until your body ached and your head pounded with quirk overuse, to escape into Class 1-A. But it was clear to you in that moment that she would never stop targeting you.

You wandered into the cafeteria, trying not to notice the eyes that followed you when you walked by. You kept your head down, hoping they wouldn't notice your burning flush of shame. Looking around, you were slightly panicked when you saw your usual spot empty. The friends that would normally wave cheerfully at you were gone. Panic and dread washed over you in waves as you looked around wildly. They probably heard about the rumor, and they probably left to avoid associating with you. Damnit, you didn't find them fast enough, and you didn't explain everything in time… you never told them about Inomata and she had cut them all from your life in one fell swoop. You had finally found a community, a family where you felt safe and happy, and in one day, completely out of your control, it was all gone.

Everything was spiraling away. Your integrity was destroyed and your friends were gone. The past couple weeks of happiness were slipping away, all with one evil, evil post. You caught her looking at you. When you met those steely gray eyes, she merely gave you a sweet smile and turned away. You wanted to kill her.

Turning from the cafeteria, you rushed out. Deafening buzzing to resonate in your ears. You desperately turned the corner, feeling the stares of everyone behind you.

Finally out of prying eyes, you leaned against the wall with a shaky gasp. You shut your eyes and clamped a hand over your mouth to suppress the sobs. If the school thought you were a faker, fine, so be it, they were all strangers anyways. But the thought of your friends hating you was too painful to bear.

. . .

...don't know anything about her. So don't you dare gossip about her behind her back."

You perked your head up and slowed to a stop as a familiar croaky voice from around the corner pulled you from your numb thoughts.

"Now excuse me, I need to go find her. And the next time you see (y/n), you'd better apologize for not believing in her!"

In the whole month that you had known her, you had never heard Tsuya raise her voice, ever. What was she saying? You couldn't quite comprehend...

"(Y/n)! Oh my- Ochako there she is!" A voice from behind you called. Spinning around, you saw Midoriya and Uraraka speed walking towards you, waving frantically. Eyes widening, you tried to escape by turning the corner only to bump straight into Tsuya, whose face was still flushed with anger. And suddenly you were surrounded.

"(Y/n)! We've been looking everywhere!" Tsuya cried, before doing a double take. "You look so sad…"

You flinched away from them, their wide eyes becoming too intense to look at. Your heart was starting to beat faster and the tears you had just managed to stop were coming back. You really did not want to face them so soon. You didn't ever want to face them.

Urakara stopped you with a hand on your forearm. You squirmed away from her but she held you firm, brushing aside your messy hair and gently poked the wetness on your cheek with a concerned look.

"Oh (y/n)... please don't cry, we're not going to get angry."

"I don't want to talk to you guys right now." You said, voice cracking. "Let me go."

Uraraka shook her head firmly. "We heard the rumors and when you didn't come to lunch we were worried about you."

Midoriya nodded in agreement. He looked probably just as distressed as you did. "I cant believe the people here would do such a… a… cruel thing!"

"W-what?"

"You'd think people had better things to do with their time." Tsuya croaked. Midoriya nodded seriously at her.

"Do you know who did it?" Uraraka piped up.

"Huh?" You stopped squirming in Uraraka's hold and finally looked closely at them. And it hit you that they didn't look angry or disappointed… if anything they looked worried.

"Who spread the rumor?"

"You guys… don't believe it?"

The three of them blinked at you before an outpour of 'of course nots' and 'we would nevers' rushed at you.

"Did you think we'd believe some stupid rumor?" Midoriya asked, looking almost hurt at your lack of belief in them. You gaped at them. They were serious… the feeling of relief that washed over you was indescribable. You were so grateful. So grateful that you had friends that believed in you.

"N-no! I just… earlier today, Shinsou…"

"What did Shinsou do to you?" Uraraka asked angrily, eyes narrowing as she remembered the times when Shinsou would not so subtly poke fun at you.

"N-nothing…"

Urakara let out a sigh before raising her arms pulling you close into a big hug. You stiffened in surprise for a moment before returning the embrace. Her warm hands patted you soothingly on the back, and you felt heat prick at the back of your eyes. It had been a long time since anyone had held you like that.

You peeked from around her so see Tsuya and Midoriya looking at you with soft gazes. Even if the whole school thought you were scum, it warmed your heart that your friends would stand at your side.

"You… you guys are the best." You said, getting choked up. Uraraka gave you a tight squeeze. "Thank you… for not doubting me."

. . .

The rest of the day was nothing but stressful. After lunch, you explained the situation to your classmates of 1-A, and you hoped that they took your word over any rumors. Thankfully, they confirmed that seeing you work so hard in class was more than proof that the lies were nothing more than lies.

While your classmates were understanding, everyone else was not. When you were called to the principal's office, you were certain that you were going to be expelled. You were practically shaking with anxiety and fear when you stumbled out an explanation, but Principle Mezo ultimately cleared you because he couldn't find any trace of bribery in the treasury files.

However, even if some people could civilly deal with facts and numbers and accept the truth, others turned their nose up at you. In such a prestigious school such as U.A, where everyone worked impossibly hard to get in, students were more averse to foul play than normal. Someone even went as far as to call you out in the hallway. After that, your friends followed you made sure to follow you from class to class as bodyguards, which made you more thankful than you could ever say.

But your friends couldn't always be with you.

You flushed the toilet, pulling your heavy backpack onto your shoulder before shouldering your way out of the bathroom stall. Hearing the sound of running water, you glanced up and froze, ice running down your spine. There she was, with her long black hair steely gray eyes, washing her hands in the sink. She glanced at herself in the mirror, before spotting your stare behind her reflection. You watched as her eyebrows perked up and a slight smirk wound its way onto her face.

Seeing her, Inomata, the source of all your pain and stress, after the incident she pulled today filled you with such burning rage that you were practically shaking. And that expression… it was apparent that she held no shame or pity. You couldn't understand how someone could be so one dimensionally evil in her actions.

She slowly turned around, cast you a leisurely smile, before reaching for the paper towels.

You stared her down with an unpleasant scowl on your face. She wiped and tossed the towel before starting to walk out. No. You were not going to let her leave like that, without acknowledging your rage, without being punished. You weren't one for confrontation, but your body acted before you could stop yourself.

In a split second you were at the door, hand holding the handle shut and body blocking her exit.

"Get out of my way." She said quietly, lips pulling up in displeasure.

"Don't ignore me." You hissed back. She rolled her eyes.

"I'll ignore whoever I damn so please. Now get out of my fucking way." Her biting tone was barely concealed under her even voice. You didn't budge.

"Why do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you, dear classmate of mine. I simply want you to move."

"I never did anything to you." You hissed, eyes narrowing. She let out a sigh, anything but thrilled to be cornered here.

"Don't be so dense. You're quirk is too damn similar to mine. In this world, you're either the goddamn best or you're a fucking nobody."

You were taken aback. Somehow you never noticed, but her quirk, even her fighting style matched yours. The general studies teacher had always paired the two of you together and now it was making more and more sense why...

"Is that it? Is that why you're such a… a… bitch towards me?" You said angrily. "The world needs every hero it can get, this isn't some… some competition!"

"Get over yourself (y/n). Fine. Do you know why I hate you? It's because you think you're so cute and pure."

"W- I'm not-"

"SHUT UP. Stop acting like you're on some sort of moral high ground. This isn't some fairy tale where we all hold hands and skip to the finish line. I hate the break you bubble but whoever is stronger will end up on top."

"That's n-"

"And that little post I made? I never mentioned anyone's name. Everyone just seems to think it's you. Maybe cause they just assume someone as weak and useless as you couldn't possibly be in 1-A".

You flinched at her words. You didn't want to believe it.

Her eyes narrowed and her lips curled up as she watched your expression twitch.

"I hope you got what you wanted here." She said, scathingly sarcastic.

You were frozen as she shoved you aside, knocking your hand off the doorknob and pushing the door open. She paused for a second as the two of you stood side by side.

"You may be in a different class, now but don't you think for a goddamn second that you're stronger than me. I swear to God (y/n)... I will be on top. Even if I die trying."

With that she was gone. The door swung back and hit your back with a quiet thump.

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