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The W in Katsuki stand for Workaholic
i will stalk ur profile if youre lying to me expect me in your vents tonight
may I please have a mha smau for valentines?? where the girls are asking reader to be their valentine and reader mistakes it as a "gal pal" asking another "gal pal" to be her "pal-entine" not like a genuine "i have a crush on you and i want to take you on a valentines day date" like the girls intended??
i don't wanna be your friend..
authors note: ouch i really hope i portrayed them right??? idk lmk what you guys think this was sooo hard.. (also for some reason it wouldn't let me add a pic for mina) .. anyways this is for all my girl kissers MWAHHHH annnd m.list here
p.s i really hope these aren't 2 ooc.. also comms are open as always (alsooo yes i included a snippet of bkdk don't hang me at the stake i love them) p.s ochako is literally MY gf.
do you think that when bakugo leaves the common room at an ungodly early hour, kirishima stands to go with him. do you think bakugo waits for him by the stairs. do you think they brush their teeth together even though kiri will be up for another two hours at least. do you think at the beginning of this little ritual, they said goodnight at the door, but now when bakugo enters his room, kirishima follows. do you think bakugo climbs into bed and kirishima jokes about following him in, about falling asleep at eight fucking thirty like an old man. he won’t of course. it’s a school night, and they have schedules to maintain. the space is still open in the bed anyway. do you think kiri kisses his eyelids and his knuckles and his forehead. do you think he pauses there. do you think they both don't want him to. do you think kirishima tucks him in, holding bakugo in the way he hasn’t allowed since he was small. do you think bakugo keeps him there longer than necessary, stretching the limit on what he considers an appropriate bedtime for just a second more of whatever this is. do you think kirishima knows he's going to hurt his back by bending over for so long, but he doesn't let go until bakugo does. do you think kirishima tells him to call me if you need anything, no matter what. do you think he says that every night. do you think bakugo calls. do you think kiri makes sure the little lamp that is not a fucking night light is on and the balcony doors are locked before he goes. do you think he gives bakugo one more kiss. do you think bakugo feels the safest he ever has.
meeting his parents h. sero
In which you meet Hanta's parents and they adore you! Almost more than they love him. Fem! reader, reader wears a dress but it's only briefly mentioned so you can ignore that if you want! I have never met any parents before in my life (including my own (this is totally not a lie)) so sorry if this is inaccurate.
You stood at the front door of your long term boyfriend's house, smoothing the dress you wore and fixing your hair before finally bringing yourself to knock, knots growing in your stomach.
You had been so anxious for this day, even though Hanta assured you his family would love you. Hopefully they would, but there was always the chance that something could go wrong, and your brain was just hanging onto that small percentage.
"Hello," a middle-aged woman said, opening the door, "oh, you must be Hanta's girlfriend, Y/N! Welcome! Come in," she ushered you in, smiling as you kicked off your shoes and entered the house.
"Thank you so much for the invite, Mrs. Sero," you smile as she shuts the door behind you.
"Oh, please, you can call me mom," she said with a friendly smile, leading you into the dining room.
"Babe," Hanta grins, spots you entering the room and wraps his arms around your waist.
"Hi, Hanta," you giggled, hugging him back.
"Hi, I'm Hanta's dad," his father happily introduced holding his hand out to shake your hand when Hanta pulled away from the embrace.
"I'm Y/N," you reply, shaking his hand with a friendly smile.
"Oh, trust me, we know, this boy never shuts up about you. It feels like we've already met you," his dad playfully pokes fun at his son.
You were already feeling exponentially less awkward and anxious in the presence of his parents. I guess this won't be so awful after all.
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ⓒ luvseraph 4/16/25
if i can get my post out tonight i am hashtag awesome
Please please please i beg of you to make Sero head canons with a small mix of everything (I love him sm its sickening)
sero, who's the type to casually initiate physical affection—grabbing your hand out of nowhere while walking up a rocky hill, putting his head on your shoulders while sitting next to him, or leaning his arm across your shoulders like it’s second nature. he does it so naturally, so instinctively, that it doesn’t even feel like a gesture—just something that is so casual for him.
sero, who never lets anything go unnoticed. felt a cool breeze? he's already wrapping his jacket around you, even if you say you're fine. came home to find you passed out with your makeup still on? he’s gently wiping it off, knowing how much you care about your skin. noticed you're out of your favorite chips? he’s restocking without a word the next time he leaves the house.
sero, who never dims your light—not for a second. he could be having the worst day of his life, but if you walk in excited and glowing about something, he’ll match your energy without missing a beat. your joy is his joy, always.
sero, who brags about you constantly to his friends. “that mission? all them, i was just there for decoration,” or, “you’re struggling with that? ask them, they’re seriously the beeessstttt at it!” he finds any excuse to talk you up, like it's just a fact everyone should already know.
sero, who learned to make tiny origami animals with his tape. he’s not even sure when it started—just a little trick that turned into something more. now you find frogs and cats and birds left on your nightstand, each with a scribbled note underneath: made this just for you ღ
sero, who never pushes you or makes you feel overwhelmed. if you’re upset, he doesn’t ask a million questions. doesnt pressure you. he just shows up—snacks in hand, a quiet movie queued up—and sits beside you in silence. he waits, ever so caring, until you're ready to talk.
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