Les Matins (the Mornings)

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pairing: iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader x oikawa tooru

warnings: fakedating!enemies to lovers !!!!!! they’re aged up and they drink??? they’re 18, angst if you squint hard, there’s some making out, swearing and i think that’s it,,, maybe ooc like bro idc at this point bye NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN

word count: 4k bro i cried

a/n: HELLO this is one of my parts for the kkc collab !!!! my next part is a matsuhana x reader piece so stay tuned for that one JFKSKRKSK i cried hard (bc i havent write this much like ??? nunca??? ) writing this and i had to rewrite sO MANY TIMES bc i was not ??!??!? satisfied w the results but yeah, it’s 4am and i wrote 4000 words of shit so ENJOY.

link for the masterlist of the collab here 🥳

oikawa rolled his eyes, he couldn’t be more annoyed by the sight in front of him, you hanging on iwaizumi’s back with your arms crossed against his chest, holding yourself from falling. he tried his best to get to like you even a little, but it was hard when you were a literal copy of him, loud, charming and sadly, extremely attractive. and the worst part of that, is that he had to share his iwa-chan with you.

after-class practice was cancelled because the coach had personal stuff to do that day, so oikawa found himself hanging with his fellow third years friends at iwaizumi’s house, which was conveniently next to his own house so he didn’t care at all if he stayed late. the big problem started when you arrived unexpectedly, saying with a smirk that iwaizumi forgot his math book on your house, that was also very conveniently a few blocks away from there. oikawa scowled, very irritated by your presence and how you managed to shift the whole atmosphere of the room with a few words, shifting all the attention to you.

he hated that so much, how you could get all the gazes on you that once were on him, making them yours forever. matsukawa and hanamaki were mocking the face he was making when you were on iwaizumi’s back hugging him, laughing loudly making oikawa’s mood sour instantly. “hiro, maybe we should leave, we have to do the… thing.” matsukawa said softly, narrowing his eyes, only hanamaki and oikawa hearing it with you busy giggling on iwaizumi’s ear. oikawa’s head snapped looking at them with wide eyes, begging silently that they wouldn’t leave him alone with you and iwaizumi, the couple just shrugged and said their goodbyes to the house owner and you, leaving an oikawa looking everywhere but you two.

you lowered yourself from iwaizumi’s back and sat on the couch that was occupied by matsukawa and hanamaki a few minutes ago, iwaizumi sitting next to you moments later. oikawa murmured things you couldn’t quite catch, you watched him narrowing your eyes. “what was that, shittykawa?” your gentle smile did a 180º twist, now that you three were without the company of matsukawa and hanamaki, your voice was laced with venom. you sneered at oikawa’s frown and iwaizumi rolled his eyes. “y/n, don’t tease him.”

‘are they on a first name basis? unacceptable.’ oikawa’s thoughts were filled with jealousy and anger at the same time, watching you smirk and hug his iwa-chan in front of him was enough to make him snap, he did his best to maintain composure in front of his best friend because he was a guest but you, you really made him go insane with a few words and looks. “get your arms off iwa-chan, right now.” iwaizumi looked away.

“and who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?” you scoffed as you stood up from the couch, you felt a hand grabbing your wrist and you turned your head to see iwaizumi’s pleading eyes looking directly into yours with his eyebrows furrowed, slightly shaking his head. you smirked and snatched your hand from his grasp, immediately walking towards the place oikawa was sitting.

oikawa watched you stand up from the couch and how you exchanged a few words with iwa-chan, you turned your head around and looked at him defiantly. he instantly got nervous, what was he supposed to do now? you defied his (very weak) command and iwaizumi didn’t back him up, were you going to punch him? maybe spit on him? that’s kind of kinky, no wait, why is he thinking that? he shook his head and watched you approach him quickly, sitting on his lap. “w-what are you doing?”

“why do you think you can tell me what to do? are you jealous of me getting all iwa-chan’s attention? you know that porcupines have a low attention span.” you smiled wickedly and oikawa heard iwaizumi grunting softly ‘that’s not true.’ but all his attention was on you sitting on top of him literally owning the ambience of the room again, he gawked at you with his mouth slightly open. you watched how he stared you in awe, you raised an eyebrow and he shook his head, trying to gather coherent thoughts. “g-get off of me.”

you pouted, “you didn’t answer my question.”

oikawa rolled his eyes, now getting more annoyed, he was about to answer but iwaizumi had to interject. “yeah, crappykawa, answer her question.” oikawa gasped, feeling betrayed by his best friend, he crossed his arms as you stood up from his lap to sit now, to oikawa’s misfortune, on iwaizumi’s lap. his best friend made no sign of being uncomfortable by your behavior so he just groaned at the sight.

“i’m leaving,” he stood up as quickly as possible and walked to the door. he made one last look to the couch where you were sitting with his friend, he frowned when he saw you laughing at something iwaizumi said.

“c’mon tooru, don’t go.” he heard iwaizumi say.

he slammed the door on his way out.

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OK SO YALL KNOW HOW MY TYPE ARE HOT ASSHOLES, ESPECIALLY OF THEY'RE BLONDE? WELL IF U DON'T THERE U GO. ANYWAY I JUST FOUND OUT THAT MY 2ND MOST FAVORITE BLONDE, TSUKISHIMA KEI HAS THE SAME FAVORITE CAKE AS ME. WAT. WE BOTH FRICKEN LOVE STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE. I WANNA BE HIS WIFE WHO FEEDS INTO HIS DINOSAUR LOVE AND PUT SOME CAKE IN HIS MOUTH

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The patient in 1001A

Dabi x Reader

Ask -> “Okay but here me out. Could I get a short nsfw fic with Dabi being in a mental hospital cause he got caught with LOV and then seducing a nurse? Like a Joker and Harley vibe nomsayin? But DABI! Thank you!”

Word count: Almost 10k

Warnings: Well for one it’s not a short fic… Smut, Toxic relationship (I mean c’mon it’s like Joker and Harley so yeah..) Gaslighting, brief mention of suicide, manipulation and more ‘dark shit’. Reader discretion is advised. And no.. you do not call him Mr. D…lol

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Gandma's are so cool. In movies and real life. They invented snacks, they sneak you money like they have a bottomless wallet, they buy you anything your parents won't. When I'm older, I strive to be that cool grandma everyone has. Plus, a magic grandma rule is that when you bake (especially cookies), it's automatically yummy approved by the universe

1, 10, 12 from your prompt list with bakugo x reader? maybe the reader went on a date and it ended horribly, like the person was a creep or hurt her or something and she called bakugo and he was being an asshole as per usual?? it can be platonic! thanks, sorry to bother you

You didn’t bother me at all!!!!! Thank you for requesting and being pacient! Isaw your other note about just doing two, but I went ahead and did the three :) hope that was ok! Hope you like it! I loved how well these went together!

Bakugou x pro!fem!reader

Bad date

“Can you please come and get me?”

“Forget it, your a fucking asshole”

“Can we just go home?”

Warnings: cursing, vary little suggestive themes

Word count: 2674

Bakugou walked up the steps to your apartment, the familiar, yet annoying, giddiness beginning to set in his stomach. Once he saw your door, he mindlessly began to brush off any possible dirt off his t-shirt and sweats, running a hand through his hair to make it more fluffy, then stopped. Why the hell did he always do that when he was about to see you? He shook his head, cursing the rising heat that was soon to set on his cheeks. Damn it, why’d you always have to make him feel such weird shit?

He took out his keys, flipping through the multiple ones until he found yours. He opened the door, knocking on it before completely walking in “it’s Bakugou” he shouted, making you aware of his presence. He stepped in, shutting it behind him and looked around, the place, clean as usual, but the sink loaded with dirty dishes.

“Tch,” he walked over to the pile, rolling up his sleeves and began to work.

You heard the noise from the kitchen, getting up from your vanity and curiously peeking your head out of your room “eek!” You blushed perfidiously, running back in your room and putting on your robe. You finally walked out, sneaking up behind him and tapping his shoulder as your passed by and grabbed a drink from the fridge “I didn’t know you were stopping by”

He stiffened a little at your touch “I shouted when I walked in” he turned around, looking at your back side as you rummaged through the fridge, his eyes trailed down to your legs, the robe your wore ending just a few inches below your thighs “ahem” he cleared his throat, suddenly feeling his chest tighten a bit.

You turned around, meeting his eyes “thank for doing the dishes, but I was going to do them when I got back” you quirked an eyebrow, taking a sip of your drink.

“Fuck you, I wanna do em. And I thought you weren’t patrolling today?”

“O-oh” you scratched the back of your neck “I’m not, I’m going...on a date”

He stilled, his heart clenching and frowned “why?”

“Am I not allowed to date?”

His frown deepened

“I’m kidding, it’s just with someone my mom suggested, one of her friends sons. Said something about needing to get out more” you rolled your eyes at the last sentence

He followed you back to your room, sitting on the edge of your bed as you went to your bathroom and got changed “I thought you hated dates...and people” he committed, something that you both disliked.

You chuckled “yeah, I’m not a fan of dates, nor am I a fan of people I don’t know-“ you opened the door “think this is ok?” You motioned to your dress, small blush tinting you’re features.

He thanked for the dim lighting in the room, feeling his heart leap, his face became a blushing mess. Shit. You looked pretty-scratch that, you looked fucking stunning. “I-y-yeah” he looked away, pouting “looks fine”

He wouldn’t mind if you dressed like that for him...he could get used to seeing you in dresses.

“That’s good” you sighed, reaching for your shoes “pffft why are you pouting” you snickered

His pout grew, quickly becoming angry at the thought of some low life seeing you look like this. He only wished you would be going on the date with him and not some extra. Hell, he could have sworn you at least you returned his feelings a little, guess fucking not if you were going out with someone else.

You made your way toward the blond, beginning to play with his hair “aww don’t be sad, I’ll be back soon and we can rent a mo-“ he slapped your hand away, getting up and leaving you in the room. You quirked an eyebrow, he never let you stop once you played with his hair. You followed him out your room, watching him slip back on his own shoes “katsuki? Where you going?”

“Home” he opened the door, only for you too grab the end of his shirt, he turned around “what”

“Are you mad at me?”

He bit his lip, he didn’t want to be mad at you, he wasn’t. He was mad that you were letting some douche bag be more important than him “no” he shut the door, leaving you in the door way, utterly confused.

—

You waited in the front of your building, Kei’s car driving up. He got out of the car, coming over to you with a big smile on his face. You admit that he was hansom, he towered over you and he was built. He greeted you, opening the door and helping you in. You couldn’t lie that it warmed your heart.

Once in the car, you attempted to make conversation, trying to lighten the mood, except he only nodded, smiling along. You eventually became quiet, deciding maybe he didn’t want to talk. You leaned back, closing your eyes and enjoying the ride until you made it to the theater.

Maybe katsuki would want to watch a movie at your house after, then you could actually relax in comfy clothes and spend some time with him. Your cheeks heated up at the thought, you smiled. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt a hand graze your thigh, the feeling making you tense and blush more. You slowly looked back at kei, who had his eyes on the road but his free hand was dangerously close to your legs.

“Oops! Sorry I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine!” You squeaked, grabbing the ends of your dress and pulling it down as far as it would go.

He glanced over to you, you could feel his eyes on you, not daring to look back “I like that dress on you” he stated, smirk playing on his lips “looks nice”

You gulped, it was a complement, but it just felt weird. You mumbled a thank you, the rest of the drive was quiet, except for his hand occasionally getting closer to you and his eyes going lower with each glance.

You visibly sank lower into your seat when the two of you pulled up to the theater. He again opened the door for you and offered his hand, you hesitantly took it, letting him help you out of the car before he closed it, removing his hand from yours and moving it to the small of your back. You stepped away a little, trying to give yourself some space, but each time you did, he just asked why you were being so shy, that he wouldn’t bite, all the while giving you that annoying ass smirk.

You were shaking, cold but mostly nervous, a bit scared too. You were a rising hero, you shouldn’t be frightened of this guy, yes he was taller and much larger than you, but you were stronger, heck, you could beat Bakugou in a fight. So why did kei intimidate you so much? You swallowed thickly as you sat down, the male sitting right next to you, hand again finding it’s was to the hem of your dress. You stilled, closing your eyes while the movie played, each minute his hand being higher and higher than before. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, he was making you fell so weak, so vulnerable, your bottom lip began to quiver a little. Pathetic, you thought, just tell him to stop, but no words came out. You froze, his other arm slinging around your shoulder as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, hand sliding to your chest and the other further up your thigh.

“Having fun?” He asked. You could hear him smirking.

His hand hiked all the way up your dress now, other grouping at your breast. You felt the tears fall to your cheeks, you bit the inside of your lip, grabbing the hand on your thigh and pulled it off you “N-no!” You shouted, you didn’t care about the others looking or scolding your for interrupting. You wanted out of there. You wanted away from him.

You ran to the bathroom, unable to stop the tears that threatened to fall with each second, your chest ached and you trembled. You wanted out. You wanted away from him and this stupid building. You looked in your purse, rummaging around to look for your wallet. Nothing. You weren’t exactly close to your house, you didn’t have any money to take the train and your card was in your wallet. You sucked in a breath, composing your self and took out your phone.

—

Bakugou huffed, taking the weight and lifting it back above his head while kirishima spotted him from behind. Bakugou lifted it again, letting it back down with a growl and set it back on the stand. Kirishima took the opportunity to place his hands on his friends shoulders playfully “you seem tense” he teased. The ash-blond jerked away, standing up and stomping over to his locker, the red just behind him.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Fuck off” he seethed, walking over to the punching bag, Kiri still behind him.

“Where’s (y/n)? Normally you work out together.”

Bakugou punched the bag harder, the stand falling over with a loud thud, making the red jump.

“On a fucking date” he snarled

Kirishima’s slightly scared expression quickly turned into a smirk “oooohhhhh, that’s why your on edge, your little crush is going out with someone else~”

Bakugou whipped around “yeah! She fucking is! And it’s really fucking annoying!” He shouted, causing a few heads to turn “she seemed so casual about it too- like it didn’t matter-“

-Ring-

His ears perked, taking out his phone from his pocket, seeing your name flash across the screen. He glared at the devise, pressing decline. It only rang again, your name back on the screen seconds later, again ignoring the call.

“Dude, your not going to answer it?” Kirishima asked, his own phone suddenly ringing. He picked it up “hey (y/n)!” He smiled, dodging bakugou from taking the phone “yeah he’s right here-“ he handed it to Katsuki, the blond growling and snatching the phone away from him, holding it to his ear.

“What” he hissed

“Katsuki?”

His glare faltered, you voice sounded...upset?...no, why the hell would you be upset if you were on a great date with a great fucking extra, he clenched his fist “what the hell do you want?”

you were taken back by his tone, it was full on venom “u-um-“

“Spit it out already, I don’t have all fucking day-“

“Can you come and get me? Please?” you quickly mumbled

“Huh?” He couldn’t hear you, you repeated it a bit more loudly “what? Fuck no”

Your brows knitted together in frustration “just- please?”

“Why the hell ask me? Why not your new boyfriend?” He hissed again

Your mouth hung open at the response, choosing to keep your composer, but it wouldn’t last long with how he was talking to you “I’m just asking if you can drive a little to come get me, I’ll return the favor-“

“Oh fuck you- just take the train or some shit-“

“I don’t have my wallet!” You shouted back, tears springing at your eyes

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have fucking left it at your house like an idiot!”

You couldn’t believe him right now, your face becoming hot and seethed back while you almost sobbed “never mind” you nearly whispered, voice low and defeated “forget it, your a fucking asshole”

“w-wait- (y/-“ but you’d already hung up. He cursed himself, looking back at his phone to call you back, but saw a voice mail you left him from the first call, he pressed it.

“K-katsuki?” You croaked, voice weak and broken. Had you been crying? “I-um could you maybe pick me up, I-I forgot my wallet and can’t get home unless I walk and-well it’s kinda far...um...kei-the guy who took me was” you shuddered “he was- touching me...I just-...n-never mind, call me back when you can-“

It ended. His heart sank. Fuck, he messed up. He gathered his things, grabbing his duffel bag and headed out the door, ignoring his friends questions.

—

He showed up at the theater, stepping inside when he saw a man furiously walking down the hall, shouting your name. This must have been the shitty extra. His anger skyrocketed, his face absolutely red in rage. This man had hurt you. Well now katsuki was about to return the favor.

He walked toward him, Kei stopping and starting back at Bakugou.

“Hey man,” kei began as if they were friends “have you seen a woman, about this tall, (h/c) hair,” he brought his hand to his mouth, as if he was telling a secret “sexy as fuck, like seriously, I swear I was about to get a good night but then she ran off-“

Yeah no. Bakugou punched him square in the jaw, the other male doubling over and holding his face. Katsuki didn’t give him time to breath, taking the collar of his jacket and pushing him against the wall “listen here you little shit, your going to tell me where she went and then stay far, far away from her. Got it? Cause if I see your shitty ass face again Or anywhere near her, I will blow your ass into next week” he snarled

The man visibly began to shake, shaking his head frantically “i-I don’t know man! She just stormed out!”

The blond dropped him, letting kei fall to the ground and scramble away. He looked everywhere, walking back into the theater you were in and never down every hall, until he head sniffles from the woman’s bathrooms, it was your voice. He opened the door, not giving two shits it was the woman’s bathroom. He still didn’t see you, instead seeing a similar set of shoes under a stall door. He stood by it.

“(Y/n)?” he said softly, the sound even surprising himself “hey, come out”

He watched the door slowly open, revealing your head facing down, looking toward the ground, avoiding his gaze. He frowned.

“Hey” he said again, voice still low

You looked up, your red blood shot eyes meeting his. His jaw clenched, chest dropping at the sight of your previously tear stained face. He didn’t say anything, instead bringing you into a hug and rested his head on top of yours, rubbing your back.

“M’ sorry” he mumbled

You slowly felt the lump come back up your throat, breath hitching and quietly cried, tightening your hand into fist and balling up his jacket.

“I-I’m sorry” you laughed a little “this is pretty pathetic as a pro hero-“

“No it’s not” he mumbled “fuck that guy- he shouldn’t have made you feel this way...”

“Can we just go home?” You asked

He pulled away, taking off his coat and wrapping it around you before smirking and picking you up as if you were a feather, you squeaked, instinctively wrapping your legs around his torso as he walked out the bathroom and the theater. Once you reached his car, he leaned you against it.

“You ok?” He asked. You nodded, letting you down and helped you in the car.

“I’m glad that’s over” you breathed, leaning back against the seat and wrapped his jacket closer around you and snuggling into it, eyes fluttering shut. He leaned over, pushing your head playfully

“fuck that,”

You re-opened your eyes, looking at him questionably.

He couldn’t help the blush that painted his cheeks and ears with his next words “dates not over cause I’m finishing it.” He kept his eyes on the road, refusing to meet your own “can’t just let you go back home when you dressed so beautiful for a night out” me mumbled, hesitantly looking back at you.

You smiled, making his heart race “sounds good” you said simply.

Bonus:

You reached over, taking your fork and stealing a piece of katsuki cake, plopping it in tour mouth

“Damn it woman! You have your own!”

“I know, but I like how your taste”you said in between chews

“Maybe you should have gotten the chocolate one then!”

—

You reached over again when you thought he wasn’t looking, eyes focused on the delicious cake and not on the blond grabbing your arm and planting a kiss on your lips.

You looked back at him, blushing. He licked his lips, smirking at you “you taste better”

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mister; tomura shigaraki.

a/n: this was a fic request from another of my lovely commissioners 💕

warnings: noncon, teacher-student dynamic, rejection/one-sided love, alcohol, groping, handjobs, fingering, forced orgasm, female reader. 

word count: 3.6k

“You shouldn’t be here with us.” 

That warning hummed in your ears, the memory still so vivid that it could have happened today, or yesterday, or the day before. Your leader said so little and so much all at the same time, and enduring the weight of his actions versus the sting of his words was like fighting an impossible war, the ground being yanked out from underneath your feet every time you thought you held victory in your hands. 

But there were perks to dealing with someone as hard to predict as Shigaraki. Perhaps not worthwhile ones to most, but in your heart, nestled to you close and safe, they were priceless. 

“Mr. Tomura, can I talk to you?” 

The first, and certainly the most important, was that he wouldn’t turn you to dust the moment you spoke up. And that would’ve been the likely scenario for any normal person who dared to interrupt him while he stood alone on the rooftop, just a few floors above where you had your meetings with the League. During your missions, he commanded attention with his presence alone…but standing all by his lonesome, looking out over the orange-streaked sky as the sun set on the horizon, he seemed more human now than he might ever be. 

“Mh. Come closer. Can’t hear you mumbling from back there.” 

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Stuck With You {Smut}

This is just pure smut, I’m sorry yall

Words : 4.1k 

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❝ Promise ❞

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♕ SYNOPSIS: Throughout the years, you’ve made plenty of promises to your best friend with a smile. All of which you intend to keep, no matter how painful.

♕ PAIRING: DABI (TODOROKI TOUYA) X READER ♕ WARNINGS: slight angst; dabi is a todoroki; mentions of abuse and blood; slight fluff  ♕ WORD COUNT: 1.9k+ ♕ PHOTO CREDIT: @/stillzel. 

♕ AUTHOR’S NOTE: Oops. This fluff turned into angst. My bad. ╮(╯∀╰)╭  Lmaoo wrote this super-drained, so it’s kinda bad but- Enjoy! <3

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Over the years that you had known him, it had become apparent to you that Todoroki Touya was prone to injuring himself. 

The ten-year-old seemed to acquire a new injury each and every time you saw him. Whether it be a mere scraped knee or a bruised cheek, you were always there to patch him up. 

After a while, you had grown accustomed to Touya’s little mishaps. You even began carrying a small, portable First-Aid kit in your pocket, equipped with Snoopy and Spongebob-decorated band-aids, rubbing alcohol, and gauze.

Touya getting himself hurt was something that had become familiar to you over the years of knowing him, so you’d think that you would be less surprised when he showed up at your doorstep with a busted lip and a black eye. But that wasn’t the case. Not at all.

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What about for bnha (any character) a darling that's actually happy to be getting this overwhelming affection and 'protection' like their touchstarved or something?

I decided to go with Bakugo for this if only because he’s the only one I can think of that wouldn’t take full advantage of a willing Darling. It’s nice to give him something to work with every once in a while, too, when I’m not seeing how often I can get away with making him cry.

Title: Protector.

TW: Unhealthy Relationships, Stockholm Syndrome, and Implied Kidnapping. 

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You’d never been much of a provider.

It was a preference, more than anything else. It wasn’t that you were inactive or unmotivated, you just liked to be… stable, for lack of a better term. Stability came with routine, with predictability, even if Katsuki didn’t seem like the type to shower you in either. There were too many factors, in a normal lifestyle. You couldn’t control how much rent would go up or how nice the people you spoke to would be, nor were you eager to try and do so on your own. You’d never had that kind of drive. Not like Katsuki did.

You weren’t made to survive on your own.

Your boyfriend was just the one to make that fact clear.

He was so much bigger than you. Usually, it was the cute, domestic height difference the media had fawned over back when you were still a new, shocking celebrity couple, but you could never seem to forget that you were the lesser half of a whole when he insisted on being this… close. It wasn’t really his fault. His eyes were still closed, a thin sheet draped lazily somewhere below his waist, but his body seemed to eclipse your own, an arm snaking around your midriff and keeping you pinned against his form as easily as a toddler would cling to a favored stuffed animal. Pale beams of sunlight shined through parted blinds, warming your skin wherever they made contact. You shifted towards the sensation, Katsuki’s bed wide enough to allow the slight change, but you stopped the moment you heard the mass behind you groan, pulling you closer in an effort to minimize the nonexistent space between you.

“One more hour,” He mumbled, his voice weighed down by sleep and exhaustion and all the things you were sure a strong, hard-working Hero was afflicted by. “It’s too early for… whatever you’re doing.”

You were silent, for a beat, not afraid to speak, but still hesitant to. Instead, you rolled over, resting your head in the space between his collarbone and his chin, more intent on making Katsuki think you were comfortable than anything else. It was nice to sleep next to someone, even if you had to remind yourself of that, occasionally. Nicer than that empty, freezing room you used to be stuck in, anyway. “You don’t have to work today,” You said, the statement as much of a declaration as a rebuttal. “We should do something, it feels like you haven’t been home in weeks.”

Another groan, this one labored and throaty, signaling Katsuki’s exaggerated discontent. With a single, muscular arm, you were pulled from your place at his side and deposited unceremoniously on his chest, left to straddle his stomach and glower as he settled onto his back, the man smirking as he scanned over your disheveled form. It was a lazy sort of affection, only made more potent as he cupped your cheek, pulling you into a kiss that was barely a kiss, his lips only just touching yours before you both devolved into tired laughter.

Katsuki was the first to speak, only a touch more awake than he had been a second or two ago. It was the most you could ask for, though. “Exactly. It’s my day off, so I get to say what we’re doing.” He paused, watching intently as you sat up. You almost thought about moving, but something about the hands currently resting on your hips gave you the feeling you wouldn’t get very far. “And I say we’re doing absolutely fucking nothing. I don’t want to hear, see, or deal with anyone outside these four walls, not until Deku calls me to cry about whatever he stubbed his toe on today.”

You pursed your lips, glad he wasn’t capable of giving you his full attention. Any expression so mildly opinionated would never escape his notice, anytime else. “I was really hoping we could go out--”

“You want to go outside?”

You realized your mistake as soon as the words left his lips. “No, that’s not what I--” You cut yourself off, taking a deep breath and straightening your back, attempting to seem professional, composed. As if asking for his permission was a courtesy, rather than an obligation. “I want to spend time with you, ‘suki, and I want to do it out there. I’m not trying to trick you or find a way out or--”

“Or run away?” With one hand, his nails dug into your skin, rooting you in place as he pushed himself up with the other, coming to tower over you with little more than a change of position. He glanced towards his sides, looking for a way to restrain you, but rope and cuffs and chains weren’t necessary. Not when his glare was enough to pin you down. “Because least time I trusted you, that’s what you did. You attacked me, then you ran.” You could hear him choke on the phrase, his voice hitching and emerging as a growl in an effort to compensate. “And now, you’re trying to do it again. I don’t know why I thought you’d gotten better.”

“I’m not.” It was a weak defense, but you didn’t have a better option. There was rarely a good way to defend yourself against someone as insistent as Katsuki. “I’m not like that, anymore. I’m not going to leave--”

At that, he scoffed, rolling his eyes in a way that told you he was past the point of listening. “Remember what happened when you tried to take care of yourself? Remember how long it took you to recover, and how desperate you were when you finally dragged yourself back home? How long did you last? A week, two of ‘em, at most. We’re just lucky you made it out of that alive.”

You hadn’t realized you were still holding onto him, not until you found yourself moving to clutch at your own shirt, kneading at the fabric like that would ease your nerves. “It was a mistake.”

“Got that right,” He agreed, the scowl pressed into his lips never wavering. “There’s nothing you can do out there. No one’s gonna step up and protect you, not like I do. You’re helpless without me. There’s no point in tryin’ to deny it, not after we both saw what’ll happen to you.”

He might’ve had more to say. He might’ve gone on until you were silent and shaking and he was still ranting about criminals and villains and all the things he seemed so convinced would end your life the moment you took a step without his help. You’d been gone for a month, you’d escaped for a month, but that didn’t make your eventual submission any less painful to recall, and it certainly didn’t stop the tears from gathering in the corners of your eyes, or muffle the scratchy, uneven sob that was clawing its way up your throat, demanding your acknowledgment before it surrendered.

Katsuki went quiet as you began to cry, but he was far from finished. Rather, his approach morphed into one of faux-sympathy and inescapable affection, his arms wrapping around your torso and dragging you towards him, smothering you in a strategy so uncharacteristic, you had to melt into it. Resisting wasn’t an option, when Katsuki chose to be patient. “It’s alright,” He muttered, his tone suddenly so soft, so tender. If anything, it only made you cry harder. “That’s why I’m here, yeah? I need to keep you safe, even when you’re too much of a dumbass to appreciate me. I have to keep you grounded.”

This time, you didn’t respond. You couldn’t. You were too busy burying your face in the crook of his neck and clinging to him and letting him cling to you, not daring to wonder why you’d been opposed to it, earlier.

He was right. Katsuki took care of you, protected you, and you couldn’t afford to consider the alternative. You didn’t want to consider the alternative.

It was easier to let him hold you than it was to think about why you shouldn’t want him to.

So, I was hoping you could do this scenario idea I had! It's where Iida's girlfriend always wants to do cute things together, like go out and watch the stars and cuddle in each other's rooms, but obviously he never agrees cause that's breaking the rules. So he slowly is forced to watch as he loses her to someone else do does want to do those things and break a few small rules for her. Preferably Bakugou, since their opposites. It's just an idea but I hope you like it! Thank you so much!

Iida + Bakugou

“Come on Iida Tenya! Please! There is supposed to be a meteor shower tonight can’t we watch it out on the roof?” You followed your boyfriend down the hallway, holding his arm as you tried to convince him to watch the beautiful shower that was due to happen, “it won’t be long! I can get us up on the roof no biggie and even get you to your room before anyone notices-“

“That is breaking a rule, (Name)! We can’t leave our rooms past curfew. That is an hour and a half after it.” His voice was filled with a tone that you knew you couldn’t fight. You always called it the No-Tone. There was no use fighting it.

“Okay..” you sighed, letting go of his arm to slow down, your eyes catching your pink haired friend. You darted down the hallway, linking arms with her as you whispered, “Do you want to see some Meteors?”

Her grin was all you needed to already know that at least someone was willing to join you on a fun night out. It wouldn’t be romantic but at least you wouldn’t be staring at the sky alone.

“I’ll invite the boys!”

“Perfect! The more the merrier!”

“where’s your boyfriend?” Bakugou asked, holding out a blanket Mina had brought with her to you. “Shouldn’t he be here?”

“He didn’t want to break curfew,” You responded, your smile twitched slightly, your eyes filling with some kind of sadness as you took the blanket from your grasp. “Thank you for coming though I know you tend to sleep early-“

“I used to watch meteor showers when I was a kid. I would have stayed up anyways. Besides,” he sat next to you, looking up just in time to watch one shoot across the black sky. “It’s better with those you’re close too,”

“So you like us?” Your smile grew, becoming more genuine as you looked up to watch about a dozen more shoot by. “You’re not so bad when you’re not yelling at Midoriya,”

His hand hit your shoulder playfully, not hard enough to hurt but not soft enough to show that he thought you were weak. A small smile growing on his lips when he heard you stifle a laugh, your head tilting down to look at him, still grinning.

The rest of the group joined you guys, Mina coming in to bump into your side as she gasped in awe at the lights above her.

—

“Girls and boys are not allowed in each other’s rooms unless there are more than four people (Name),” Iida said when you showed up at his door, holding a bag of food in your grip. You wanted to see if you could convince him to let you in but his eyes were already telling. Though this time he looked slightly apologetic so maybe- “We can work on homework the common room though!”

Your eyes lit up at that suggestion. You had barely seen each other all week. Even if he wouldn’t let you hang out alone in his room as long as you could spend a few hours with him!

“Sure-“

“We just have to finish in the next 15 minutes or so since that’s when curfew will be-“ he looked down at his watch, keeping in mind of time and when you both should be back. You two had 30 minutes.

“Ah.. don’t worry then.” You sighed sadly. As much as you wanted to spend time with him you know you’d just make it downstairs and then the two of you wouldn’t even get some alone time. You had looked into the common room and it had been filled with most of your friends.. you were better off just waiting until the weekend. “We don’t have much time. Let’s schedule for the weekend instead.”

“Okay, thank you for understanding,” he smiled, closing the door on you while you stepped back, signalling that you were just going to head back to your own dorm.

You shouldn’t be so upset, you thought to yourself. You rejected his offer. But.. you just wished he would let you hang out with him alone. In an intimate area. You didn’t have to kiss or anything you just wanted to hang out, cuddle or hold hands at least!

“Oi, what are you doing up here?” Bakugou asked, steeping into the elevator. He stood next to you, watching the elevators close as he waited for your response.

“I was just talking with Iida,” you spoke, your eyes meeting his briefly, forming a small smile before you looked back down at your feet.

“I’m surprised that rules-are-the-law kid let you in,”

Your bitter laugh told him otherwise.

“He didn’t.” You gripped the bag harder, your eyebrows furrowing in frustration.

“Then.. want to come to mine?” His voice was filled with confidence, looking at you with his hands shoved on his pockets.

Your head snapped upwards, looking at him as if he had said something absolutely crazy. He was slightly taken back by your response. Had the request really been so uncalled for.

“Yes. Actually, I’d really like that,” spending time with a friend right now was the perfect remedy for your less-than-kind-thoughts you’ve been having.

He pressed the button to the common floor again, watching the light turn off before pressing floor 4. His movements quick and he had to tell himself to calm down. His heart shouldn’t be beating this quickly. You had just accepted his invitation as a friend, nothing more.

“I hope you like Beef stew,” You said as you stepped out of the elevator, following him to his room. Your mood already feeling slightly better upon having someone to talk to.

“It better be fuckin’ spicy,” He commented, opening the door to his room and entering it. You followed close behind, taking a good look at his room as you shut the door behind you. Responding in a monotone voice,

“It has a little spice to it but Iida doesn’t care for it to be crazy spicy. So I made it sort of tame, honestly it was my first time cooking for him.. I had hoped to share it” your eyes continued to wonder around his room, taking in every piece of it. You had never been in it but it was very simple. Truthfully, you had almost expected it to have more of a Bakugou vibe to it. It was way more tame.

“Wait you made it?” He looked back at you, taking a seat on the floor. You joined him, slowly taking the large container out of the bag.

“Yeah! Here,” you handed him a bowl and chopsticks. Eagerly grabbing one for yourself as you carefully filled your bowl with the ingredients. “He says that store bought tastes like shit and he’d rather puke it up than have to swollow that stuff down,” you took a bite out of one of the pieces, humming happily upon feeling the heat of it. It wasn’t half bad! “My words not his,”

“I figured. I don’t think he even knows some swear words”

“There have been some close calls,” you said back, smiling when you saw his eyes widen. You could already feel your ego grow.

“This isn’t half bad. Not as spicy as I would have liked but.. not bad.”

“Well I do try,” you winked at him.

The rest of the night was spent with the two of you chatting. You didn’t think you could have had this much fun with bakugou. You had spoken with him a few times since the last time you all hung out and he seemed like a pretty funny person, his snarky comebacks were actually somewhat endearing.

It was exactly what you needed to get your thoughts back in order.

—

“Hey (Name),” Bakugou greeted as you stepped into the elevator. He had been hoping to meet up with you since the last week you had all hung out. Immediately though he could see your stiffened form. “You’re upset,” he stared boldly.

“Iida said he couldn’t have lunch with me since he had some student council business to take care of,” you let out a long sigh, “I get that he’s busy but this is the sixth time this week, not including the week before.”

“Momo has been sitting with the girls all week,” he stated, your head nodding sadly at hearing this.

“I know.. I just don’t understand..”

“So eat lunch with me,” his mind wandered to a nice place he could take you. He knew this ramen shop that was fairly cheap so he could pay for the two of you without you feeling too guilty, “I was going to go out so I wouldn’t have to deal with Mina yelling at me to make her lunch anyways.”

“Really! Where were you thinking?”

“There’s this ramen shop close to my-“

“Ramen! I’m in!” The elevator door opened and you stepped out, eager at the chance to finally get away from the school and do something fun, “I’ll meet you at the doors at 12 then!”

He didn’t think he could wait for the clock to turn to 12.

—

“Hey Iida!” You greeted happily, walking past him to Bakugou who sat not too far away from your boyfriend. Your hand was holding something in it as you held it up to Bakugou “check it out!”

“How the fuck did you manage to get it?” He asked, his eyes scanning the book in front of you. It was a book detailing All Might in all of his years, even secrets of his past.

“(Name).. what is that?” Iida questioned, stepping forward to see what you were showing Bakugou. The other male glaring up at him.

“Ah! Iida! It’s a book that’s all about All Might! It came out just the other day. Bakugou and I had been talking about wanted to read it!”

“Oh- I see.” His eyes trailed to look at Bakugous cold ones. Your voice rattling on about it while the two boys glared are each other.

Since when had you and Bakugou gotten so close?

“-and there’s a movie that they released with the book all about All Might! I bought a digital copy so we’re going to watch it! Right Bakugou?”

“Right.” He responded with a smirk, a hand reaching out to grab the book from your hands. “Thanks for letting me lend the book from you, I know how much you hate when people take your shit”

“It’s fine since it’s you,” your voice was sweet, smiling happily before turning to Iida “oh! Do you have more Student council things to do today? Or can we have lunch?”

“I’m sorry (Name)-“ he spoke with an apologetic voice “but-“

“Then eat lunch with me (Name). I made extra Tantanmen last night.”

“Tantanmen is spicy. (Name) doesn’t like spicy food-“

“Actually Bakugou got me really into it! I’m in. Save me a bowl of Tantanmen Bakugou!” With that the school bell rang and you all quickly went to your seats, a small smile on your face.

Why was Iida so frustrated with that?

—

He stretched his arms out, his back cracking as he did so. It was the first time he had gotten all of his work finished in a decent time. It wasn’t just homework but there were a few things he wanted to finish for himself before he wanted to call you up. He eyed the clock. If he called you now the two of you could hang out for an hour and a half before curfew.

He pressed on your icon, sending a message your way as he cleaned up his papers, putting his work in the rightful place. You were usually so quick to respond. He was surprised you hadn’t answered by the time his hand touched the papers.

You hadn’t seen the text until an hour later, hitting Bakugou in the shoulder as you answered Iida. You couldn’t lie to him and would rather get a lecture about leaving then about lying.

“Take a picture with me!” You threw your arm around his neck, taking a picture of the two of you before he could complain. You sent that to Iida explaining that you and Bakugou were out to do some shopping.

A second later you received a paragraph from him, laughing at how quick he sent it you just apologized and told him you’d leave soon even though you weren’t going too.

“Is that Iida?” Bakugou asked when you shoved the phone into your pocket. Moving to stand next to him while the two of you thumbed through different jackets.

“Yeah, he’s upset we snuck out,” you pulled out a black jacket, holding it up to him so you could see if it looked ok. “Maybe we should get you a red one? You could wear a black shirt underneath it so it’s kinda be like your hero costume... maybe add green gloves?”

“You’re thinking too much about the colour scheme, black is fine. It’ll be cold when we go hiking,” he unzipped the jacket in your hand, feeling the fabric on the inside. “This one is perfect. Now let’s find yours,” he moved to leave this section but your hand stopped him, still sifting through the jackets in front of you.

“Black would look good on you. You should chose black too,” he commented, his hand releasing your arm as he picked out a jacket that looked pretty much exactly like his. The black was slightly lighter and the sleeves had a hole where you could fit your thumbs.

“If we’re going to match let’s go back to where we were and get the exact same one. Usually Mens is cheaper anyways.” You picked out a copy of his jacket, slipping it onto your shoulders. Before turning to face him, “well?”

“Perfect,” he commented, his eyes looking you over as he nodded his head. “It’ll keep you warm,”

“Then this one!” You took it off of your shoulders, putting it back on the hanger. You held it, happy with your purchase. “We should start heading back-“

“If you’re worried about your boyfriend I’ll deal with his screaming,” he walked alongside you, tilting his head to the side as he spoke, “I don’t care. Besides, you still need boots,”

You grinned, bumping your shoulder into his. You couldn’t even feel your phone vibrate with a message from Iida.

—

“Where are you two headed?” Iida asked, he had just gotten back from his morning run when he saw you and Bakugou dressed up. He decided to ignore the fact that you were wearing the same jacket as him.

“Why do you wanna know-“

“Suki’s mom invited me to go hiking with them for the weekend!” You grinned happily, gripping your backpack tighter. “Don’t you remember?” You tilted your head, “I told you a few weeks ago? Back when we had lunch together,”

“Ah, yes no I remember,” he lied, “sorry I didn’t realize that it was this weekend. I hope you have fun,” he spoke quietly, turning to leave the two of you. When... when did you start calling Bakugou by his first time and when did you start getting so close with Bakugou’s family? You hadn’t even met his own.

Bakugou pressed his gloved hand to the small of your back, breaking you out of your trance. He hated just how quickly Iida seemed to bring out your mood. You were excited just one second ago to go on this trip with his family.. now you were saddened to see how little you were in Iida’s mind.

“Come on. My mom will be outside waiting for us. She’s been dying to see you again,” that seemed to perk you up, smiling up at him again.

“Really?”

“Yeah that bitch has been on my ass since you said yes to coming with us. She wants you to come over for dinner more often,”

You scoffed, hitting Bakugou with your elbow. You were so used to hearing Bakugou cuss his mom out but it always felt wrong everytime you heard him say it. You never corrected him though. You could see how he could think that, his mom was intense and crazy, just like him.

“Then let’s head out!”

—

You texted Iida, inviting him to watch a movie with you. You already expected him to say no so you didn’t bother to mention that you and Bakugou had intended to watch it together.

You had expressed interest in the horror movie once during a conversation with Bakugou. He was quick to rent it. He offered to watch it with you the next day the two of you had a night free so you could stay up late.

He didn’t think he had seen you so excited since the last time you two had hung out.

“If you get scared you can hang onto me,” you joked, leaning against the arm of the couch as he sat next to you, doing the same.

“As if,” he scoffed, pressing his foot against your leg, kicking it as he reached for the remote. “This isn’t even that scary.”

“Don’t say anything until you watch it! It’s actually pretty interesting! I think you’ll like it!” You slapped his ankle. Taking a sip of your soda you leaned back.

“Thank you,” you said when he pressed play, the pictures flashing on the screen in front of you.

“What?” He asked, confused about why you had just thanked him for kicking you but when he looked closely he could see your facial features soften.

“For watching this movie with me, thank you.” Your eyes darted to look at your phone, typing a quick reply before putting it back in your pocket. “He said no”

“Well I don’t think a law abiding student like him would be able to watch something like this anyways. His small fragil mind would explode at the even suggestion of a woman’s shoulder sliding out of a shirt, much less watching her have her head ripped off” he reached over, resting his arm around your shoulder, “so fuck him. Let’s just watch this movie.”

You smiled, nodding as you leaned your head back on his arm, reaching over to eat a handful of popcorn as the movie continued. Tonight would be fun. He’d make sure of it.

—

You knew this had to be done. The two of you had been growing apart. Anytime you tried to reach out he’d refuse to do anything. You knew he was busy. He had so much on his plate but, you two hadn’t spoken in a month. Any text from you was responded with silence or a short text back.

It was done between you two. You were too tired of having to constantly tell him that you wanted to spend time together, that you wanted to be a couple.

If he didn’t want to be then you wouldn’t make him.

“Iida.. I think we’re done.” You spoke quietly, looking at him in the eyes. You could feel his body stiffen, his eyes looking off to the side.

“(N-Name) i dont want to end us-“

“Iida. You’re too busy for me,” you sighed, raising a hand to rub your neck, trying to sooth the tension in it. “I don’t want to end on a bad note. So let’s just make this mutual, you’re too busy for a relationship so I won’t tie you down.”

What could he say? He knew you were right. You weren’t happy.. he had known that for a long time but he still didn’t want to let you go. But here you were.

“Okay,” he whispered back, holding a hand out for you to take, he wasn’t sure what else he was supposed to do in a situation like this. “Let’s stay friends then,”

“Yes,” you held his hand, shaking it as if it was a business transaction. You had to hold back a lump in your throat as you thought about the fact this was about as physical he had been. “I wish you well Iida,” you turned around, leaving his room.

Iida followed you, stepping out briefly to watch you leave. His own throat running dry when he sat Bakugou leaning against the elevator door so it wouldn’t close. His hands slipping out of his pockets as you sped up. Your arms wrapped around him, gripping his shirt. Bakugou looked up at him as he pulled you into the elevator, glaring at Iida as the doors shut on the two of you.

—

It hurt to see you grow so close to Bakugou, his heart falling everytime you called his name sweetly instead of his own, his hands raising to rub his eyes.

“Suki! Are you busy tonight?” Your voice crossed the classroom despite you tried to keep it quiet so you could speak with him only. Bakugou’s head looked up.

“I’ve got some homework to finish-“ He tilted his head back, his eyes glaring into Iida’s “as long as you’re not loud you can come work on it with me.”

He knew why he had done that. It was a jab at him for not meeting your needs. It was Bakugou’s way of showing off how much better he was for you. He was what you needed. What you deserved. He ducked his head, his eyes looking down at his homework as he heard your quiet voice once again.

“Thank you Katsuki, thank you.”