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◦˚~ ANIMATED STARS DIVIDERS by enchanthings ~˚◦

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⋆.˚— mha boys x support!gn!reader

ft. hanta s., izuku m., eijiro k., denki k.

scenario : their first encounters with you—a support course student—and how they slowly catch feelings for you :)

warnings : slight swearing

a/n : reader is gender neutral!! also sososososo sorry if they’re ooc :((( i might've went a little much on kiri....

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Hanta first met you because he had just broken his gears to bits and pieces, and desperately needed help to fix it right away. When he entered the support course workshop, no one was there because it was lunch. He grumbled and sighed. That was until he heard your tinkering and drilling noise.

“Hey uh…” He awkwardly steps in, chuckling, making you look up from your work. “C-can you… help me… please?” He hands out his hands, holding the remains of what seemed to be his gear, now only pieces of metal and screws. He chuckled sheepishly, gazing upon your shocked face.

“How did you even…” You muttered in disbelief, eyeing the broken pieces. The response you got was another guilty chuckle. 

From that broken gear, you offered to make a new gear for him. Because of that, he started seeing you more often to test out and discuss how he wanted his new gear to be. From that, he began to catch feelings; from the way you look so focused and engrossed in your work, the way your eyes would glint ambition and adrenaline every time you saw a chance to make an improvement in your work, the way your arms looked covered in sweat, everything.

he started to bring lunch to you, because he knows you like to work through lunch. Even learned how to make those bento boxes for you (the seaweed faces always look jumbled)

he offered to help you fix a gear with his tape once. 

when you laughed at his jokes, he would be IN THE SKIES cause oh my goodness you look so cute, your laugh is so nice :(

got kinda sad cause you finished his gear, but then made excuses like; “Uhm… I think it might need some tweaks” (it doesn’t) and would say he needs readjustments just so that you can measure him again (he likes LOVES your hands touching his arms)

shows off the gear you made to his friends, saying that his gear is a blessing from the gods

found out what your favorite snack was and would always bring it with him every time he drops by

would take out his phone to secretly shazam the songs you listen to while working just so he can get into your music taste and have topics of what to talk about to you 

ORRR when he found out that you liked the same artists, he would gasp audibly and ramble on with you of his and your favorite songs

as time went by, he got bolder and threw lame ass pick up lines to you like; “You’re the screwdriver to my screw” with a shit-eating grin, and you would get caught off guard, “Hanta… what.” 

OH!!!!!!!! At first, when you first got to know him, you would call him by his last name, but that time when you slipped and said his first name, he went all giddy and giggled throughout the discussion, and would sometimes stay silent when you ask him just so that he can hear you call his name again.

Izuku stumbled upon you because you two weren’t really keeping your eyes on the road as you walked through the hallway of classes, and bumped against him as you were sketching your gear on your journal. He too, was muttering nonsense as he was trying to come up with a new power move, flipping and flopping through the pages of that dear notebook of his.

“So if combine Kamui’s move and–” THUD! Oof! 

“Oof! ...Oh my goodness, I’m so very sorry…” He got up, rubbing his head sheepishly as he slowly propped himself up on his feet. Yet, his gaze landed upon your open sketchbook; the angles, corners and curves of the equipment you sketched, and the little notes you would put by the sides of your sketch, he instantly exclaimed, “Are these your sketches?! They are amazing!!” He looked at you with stars in his eyes, pointing to the circular gear you had carefully drawn on the paper. You didn’t even get the chance to say your apologies, let alone answer his question before he gasped in realization. “You’re in the support course!” Which you only chuckled sheepishly and nodded to as a response.

After that one encounter, Izuku would always wave to you whenever you pass by him, and you would wave back. After some time, he would randomly run up to you to ask for suggestions on how he should improve his gears, and every answer you provide him always made him more amazed than before. He adored how you’re so smart, and efficient in providing solutions. He finds himself smiling every time he looked at you pondering upon his questions, he thinks the way you would scratch the edge of your hairline, or pucker your lips slightly every time you were thinking was adorable.

would ask you stuff around the support course; “Why did you decide to choose this course?” , “How do you even figure out what to fix?” so on and so forth. 

would say that he’s going to the workshop to see Hatsume, but in reality he was trying to get a peek of you working

sneaked a picture of you working with your headphones once and panicked about it in his dorm because he thought he had invaded your privacy (but he loves the picture sm)

slowly built up the courage to talk to you while you worked and would sometimes even request a small tweak to his own

gets all red whenever you smile to him and cheers to himself; ‘I talked to her! Yes! Yes!!’ (he in fact only said “oh!” and “okay”)

asks Hatsume what you like and jots it down in his notebook very eagerly

found out your favorite pro hero and gave you small charms of them to you,

like he would go up to you one day and hand you a keychain of the hero shyly; “T-this is… for you…” and when you smiled and thanked him, he went red-er than he already is.

is a huge nerd for your gears, and would always be eager to learn the way you craft them. At one point, he even asked to be taught how to fix one.

you laughed at him because he made a silly mistake that led him to be electrocuted slightly

one time you complimented his hair smelled nice, and ever since then, he never changed his shampoo brand

would sometimes zone out watching you work while smiling sheepishly, giggling quietly to himself

panicked when he overused and broke a gear you had fixed for him and apologized to you, bowing repeatedly

rambles to his mom about you, and she would just listen, nodding while smiling.

Eijiro's encounter with you was a rather strange one. The support course was assigned to observe and monitor the training grounds simulation equipment that day, along with class 1A's training. They were supposed to test out their gears that day, to see if it was durable enough to go through extreme situations like storms or rubbles. Everything seemed to go on smoothly.

You hear a faint crack from the left of where you stood. It seemed that other from testing the gears, they should've also tested the training ground first. In the middle of the raging simulated storm, the angry droplets of rain landing on top of the glass that protected you, an abstracted piece of rock flung towards you. Sharp, solid, and it looked deadly. In panic, your hands desperately hit the glass surrounding you. Your pen rang, attacking the glass. Pang! Pang! Pang! Yet your efforts seemed to be useless against the thick layers of glass.

CRACK! Hands covered your head, curled up, desperate to protect at least an inch of your head. Too afraid to look, you closed your eyes...

It has been a good few seconds, but the impact you had expected didn't graze an inch of your skin, only the slowing down wet drops of rain, the winds swinging and swaying your increasingly soaked hair, and the sound of someone's ragged breath.

"A-...are you alright...?" The red haired boy grinned, his teeth sharp like a shark's.

From that one encounter, you went your way to thank him. You gave him a small shark-shaped trinket you had made; and also some little snacks. You stuck on a bright neon-yellow sticky note; 'Thanks for saving my life :)' and that made him consider of being friends with you. (and said that the shark trinket was really manly)

after finding out what class you were in, he asked how you were holding up from the incident

even asked if you went to recovery girl (you weren't even hurt)

thanked you for the shark trinket, and said that it's very MANLY!!!

he shows off the trinket to his friends and even made it a necklace

started to request gear tweaks to you, and finds himself admiring how you handle heavy tools

despite being in the hero course, and seeing strong people everyday, he finds himself captivated by your strength

he admired the way you would put others before yourself, and would even listen to his requests about his gears

one day, he came back from training and came in to fix the gear he scratched. you gave him a bandage to patch himself up with, and that was what hit him pretty hard

started to copy the way you made him a thank you letter, and got you protein bars (lol)

slowly started to make a habit of spraying some perfume on himself before going into the workshop

one day, he built up the courage of asking you to go to lunch together with him, and when you accepted, he had to hold back a cheer

liked his smile more ever since you said it reminded you of a shark

finds himself teased by his friends because of how often he visits the workshop now

Denki had accidentally fried his brain and gear on a training. He had always thought the fried gears weren't that much of a big deal, the only difference now is that—the gear wouldn't open up, and it clasped his hand inside. It hurt, a lot. Worse, every time he tried to move, it would only tighten. After grumbling from being laughed at by Jirou and Mina, he went to the support course workshop to find anyone or anything to help him. That was when he caught an eye at you!

So over the last thirty minutes, you have been carefully twisting and turning your screwdriver over the screws that were already fixed into his gear. Your movements were slow, fearful, cautious that a sudden movement would only cut his hand off. But not for him, his eyes has only been looking at how your tongue stuck out from the corner of your mouth as you slowly tilted your head to reach the screws on his gear. It made him snicker. Occasionally, you would even ask him stuff to distract him from the pain.

"Did that tighten?" "No" were the two lines that echoed between the two of you. You would make sure he was okay, and he would nod his head or say yes. From that gear mishap, you tested out different tools and spare parts that are able to stand high voltages of electricity, and so, naturally, he was also there often to test those out. He finds himself slowly having faster ba-dump's in his chest every time you would tend to him after he short circuited, or warned him to slow down, or how warm your hands were when you took off the gears from his arms.

would purposely short circuit himself so that you tend to him

sometimes would sneakily charge your phone with his quirk while you weren't looking

says he doesn't understand how to use his gear (it has the exact buttons from his previous ones)

"can you demonstrate it please" "it's more complex now that you've made modifications on it"

found out what food you liked and would just "accidentally have it" while he visits like; "Oh you like sweet bread? Such a coincidence! I have one right now!"

makes nicknames for you like; "wow you're such a tech wizz!" or "robot brain"

gives you his keychains and pins and say that "they remind me of you so might as well give it to you" while shrugging nonchalantly

loves to make you laugh, and would sometimes short circuits on purpose for that

would invite you to lunch with him and his friends, and after you left, he would ask them; "See? I told you all they're amazing"

likes to draw you in his notebook when he's bored of listening to the teacher

got really happy when he knew what songs you like, and started learning them on the guitar

either throws the weirdest pick up lines ever; "you're like the yee to my haw" or the most POETIC line ever; "I like that your hands are as warm as summer on my skin" like huh....??? :D

would clip your loose hair back whenever he's sitting beside you when you're working

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a/n : yaayy i hope this was goodd, becaauusee this is my first time writing multiple characters so i hope i didn't stray too far from their characters :)

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✮⋆˙— the gods favor you, mortals!

the gods sure are hard to please, yet these particular mortals have their interest.

ft. eijiro k., hanta s., izuku m., katsuki b., kaminari d., tenya i.

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Kratos smiles down on Eijiro and his persistence on being better, stronger. But not just for his own benefit, no. Eijiro seems to always push himself to the limit or even beyond just to improve himself so that he could help those around him. His ambition of being someone who can help others strikes Kratos’ interest. It’s not often the cruel and gruesome god sees someone using their strengths for something… beneficial. Sure, strength and murder? Expected, common even. But strength and kindness? Now that’s something he’s new to. 

Hanta’s bright smile shone through the clouds to reach Dionysus’ eyes. He loved seeing his wide grin, it’s as if this human was made in his image, for his eyes to see. A laughter so loud it echoed in his ears like a melody. Hanta’s tendency to always crack jokes and the way he yearns to hear people laugh tugs all the right strings in Dionysus’ heart. How could he not? The mortal is the epitome of fun and madness, laughter and sorrow, all combined into the perfect mixture of lawful chaos.

Hera is tough, but her walls crept down for Izuku. The mortal devotes himself to the core. From the moment he cried himself to sleep for not having any specialties, till the moment he throws himself to danger in slivers of hope of saving his friend, she witnessed it all, and she smiled. Such a loyal boy, Athena had missed her chance in not favoring him simply because he looked weak. Look at him now! And even in all his glorious strength now, he still devotes himself to train, and better yet? That chin of his is always kept down, and his hands are always open for those in need. 

Katsuki always had Ares’ name written all upon him, yet Athena saw him first. Fists and scowls were what Katsuki was, yet the goddess saw past that—she saw his ambitions. Beyond that fury and his burning eyes, Katsuki’s goal was to become what Athena exactly searched for; a warrior. Someone who aims for nothing but the best, and she basks in that. He does not stop for anyone, doesn’t give a second thought to act. Although some will view him as reckless, Athena’s eyes see consistency and certainty, and that’s exactly what she needs.

Thunder might be what Kaminari brings, but his name is not called upon Zeus’ lips. The boy strikes a chord in Hermes’ smile. The god swears he sees himself in the mortal, always jumping from place to place, with all topics to speak of on his tongue, as if he himself was the god of messenger. Hermes lives for chatterboxes—those people who exist and people shall smile, and not just that, he lives for someone who will always be there for everyone, in joyous celebrations or quiet mourns; and Kaminari ticks those boxes and more on his list.

From the moment Themis laid her eyes on Tenya, she knew the boy pleads for justice in his very breath. His whole existence was built by himself upon order and equality, even his motivation to become a hero was to bring justice to his brother’s name. Justice does not caress the heart, yet it brings satisfaction to those who have lost. Themis’ lips curled into a smile as the mortal who so badly upheld his reputation of being someone who shall avoid violence at all cost. And yet, when grief sliced his tongue like a bastard, he did not scream for mercy—he called for justice, for her.

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a/n : might do more of these later cs theyre so FUUNN hehehhee

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♬⋆.˚ — happy birthday, hanta.

pairings : hanta s. x gn!reader

warnings : angst (i'm bad at making people cry tho), death, injuries, blood, swearing, usage of y/n

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The air was thick with dust, your blood’s metallic and salty smell panged through your throat as you coughed, spluttering blood forward. Your eyes drift slowly from side to side, ruins surrounding you. Slowly, the pain in your stomach made you glance there, examining the ugly stab wound with a piece of metal sticking out from it. You winced, whimpered as you shifted slowly to sit comfortably on the concrete surface, as your ears slowly picked up noise, grunts, shouts, and distant booms, there was a voice calling out your name.

“y/n!!” The voice, you knew all too well. That light, slightly shrill voice. The birthday boy, Hanta Sero.

Your head turns to his voice, spotting him running to you, his visor already broken, revealing half of his worried face. “Hanta..” You managed, weakly calling out to him as he crouched down to you.

“Oh God… crap, crap, crap... y/n…” He muttered, his hand hovering over the metal sticking out of your stomach, blood dripping from it ever so slowly. “T-tell me you’re fine, please.” His eyes darted to your face, your pale, dusty face before picking you up slowly in his arms, letting your legs hang low as he stood up slowly. His arms trembled, looking at you like your limbs were made of glass. Hanta cursed under his breath, repeating profanities as he saw just how badly injured you were. Despite his worried face, his pinched eyebrows, his eyes looking like he hasn’t slept in years, you smiled, looking at him with half-lidded eyes.

“It’s your..birth…day..today”

His worry quickly turned to confusion before a small sheepish smile creeped up his lips. “Guess it is..” Yet the tone of panic never left his voice. You could feel him moving, walking as he looked around, scanning the area for help. Your weight would slightly bounce up and down as he picked up his pace, his breath still ragged and slightly labored. “Happy.. birthday… Hanta” You chuckled, instantly grimacing from the pain and gurgling from the blood lingering by your throat.

“Stop talking, idiot…” His voice strained, a slight tremble came as he felt the tears threatening to charge down his face.

Deep down, the fear was getting to you. That feeling of slowly slipping away from reality. The feeling that you might be dying. It had always been present, but right now, it just feels so much stronger. But you set that aside, let’s just hope a little bit for now. Perhaps… Miracles happen?

“What do you… want for your… birthday, Han…?” You asked pathetically, between gasps and coughs. He looks down to you, his steps not slowing down, still desperately trying to get a view of some sort, some form of help.

“I-... I don’t– I don’t know, damn it!” He panted, frantic. “Can you not, right now–?!” His voice cracked as he complained. “Where are the medics?!”

Silence filled the air, only his heavy steps and the gravel cracking under his boots. For a good few seconds, you could hear his heavy breaths, his winces of slight pain, and your own before he finally spoke up, “I..”

“I wanted to… take you on a date.” He confessed, looking down to you, smiling wearily. “...for this birthday.”

You could only smile back, sighing at his simple request as your hand went next to your head, squeezing his shoulder, giving an empty assurance. “...I’ll… try to… make that happen.”

Hanta could only nod, forcing a grin as he picked up his pace, shouting to the distance for someone, anyone to help. His arms tightened its grip around your knees, and drew close your head to his shoulder. He would sometimes stumble over his own feet, cursing slightly, and you would jolt from the sharp pain in your stomach.

But as his steps slowly faltered, so did your eyelids, as they grew heavier, and heavier. “Hanta…” You slurred, managing to only say some vowels clearly.

You looked up, your vision slowly growing into a blur, but his figure was still there. 

“Happy… birthday…”

He looked down upon you, panic filling his eyes, but of course you can’t see that. “I-I can’t… I can’t find anyone… shit, shit!!” His voice was slowly filled with panic, shaking you harshly as a desperate attempt to keep you awake. “Don’t you dare die on me! Don’t you fucking dare!”

What…? What did he say…? His voice only felt like an echo, ringing through your ears as you felt your body shake. You couldn’t even make out what you were looking at, is it the sky? The lights? The pain in your stomach had grown dull, and the world slowly fell dark. At least, for this moment, you had wished him his birthday… right?

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“No, no, NO!” He shouted, running as he kept switching from looking at you to the road, shouting for anyone to come help, anyone to just please save you. “Plea–” His words were cut off by the lump in his throat as the road in front of him just came to a blur, and his cheeks felt warm as a tear rolled down through it, hanging by his jaw.

“Please, please, please… don’t do this, please…” 

Hanta’s quick steps halted, he gazed upon your limp body, shaking it. “Wake up, please… j-just… say… something, anything…” He bit down on his trembling lower lip, his brows frowned as he tried to figure out what to do. Slowly, he crouched down, eyeing your head that already hung back, your hands no longer gripping trying to hold back the pain, and your face no longer frowning, now resting as if you were sleeping… but your lips, your lips were so pale, and those tear tracks were still at the corners of your eyes. He gently placed down your body, desperately giving an attempt to call you out of death’s grip.

“Hey..” He sobbed, his voice strained, hoarse. “Wake up… please…”

His hand went to your face, patting your cheek repeatedly, almost slapping it. “Please, please… please…y/n don’t do this…” But even your face felt cold already, the vibrant color dancing around your smile no longer present, instead now replaced with a muted version of it, silenced by death.

His tears fell to your face, warm drops landing on a cold, soft surface as he sobbed. 

"...We're supposed to go on that date..."

Enveloping your body, he held your head close as he wailed, screaming his sobs to the ground. 

Happy birthday, Hanta.

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a/n : yaayy first post hehehe I hope this is good enough :P

got the inspo from this btw

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yk i love ur writing so i need to know how you think sero would treat his gf on valentine’s day!

bloom! (^０^)ノ

thank youuueuueueu sm your writing is amazinggg!!! without further ado, I present to you, sero treating his girlfriend on valentine's day :D

જ⁀➴ ── take my money, and my heart, too!

pairing : hanta s. x fem!reader

scenario : it's valentines day! let me treat you right, pretty ;)

warnings : none!

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Hanta would be the type of guy who wouldn't even act like valentine's day was closing in. You were getting hopeless when you had asked him “Guess what’s tomorrooww?” and he just responded with,

“Wednesday…?” along with a confused grin on his face.

Little did you know, that was just his facade of trying to act nonchalant, but then… BAM! It’s 14th of February, you walk into your dorm, now decorated in heart balloons on its ceiling, and ‘careless whisper’ suddenly plays, along with the sight of him laying on his side on the floor, holding back a laugh while his finger still lingered on his phone.

“...Hey, cariño.” He said, his voice trembling with held back laughter while you would laugh, taking pictures of him.

The noon continued with him bringing out two plates of heart shaped pancakes, which—yours were almost perfect, with some of the batter obviously cooked outside of the shape, but it still looked adorable, a total contrast to his stack of pancakes, which were almost burned, and didn’t even look close to hearts. 

“I tried my best.” He sheepishly chuckled, placing your plate to your grasp, he dashed out of the room, before coming back with his laptop, sitting down beside you on the floor while you two ate the pancakes and watched a classic romance movie he picked. He would then repeat all the cheesiest lines of the movie, all while looking at you.

"Your eyes shine like moonlight, cariño."

"Ugh, shut up you're so cheesy." You chuckled, pushing his shoulder lightly.

"And your smile makes my heart go on a chase!" He grinned, dragging his words, putting his hand on his forehead as he pulled you to his embrace, earning a ticklish giggle from you.

You leaned into his chest, “I thought you forgot about valentine’s day.” You smiled, letting your hands rest on his shoulders

“Never,” His kiss lands on the top of your head, “I'd have this over everything, anytime."

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a/n : euuhh i hope this was okay :"""

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