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almost forgot how to draw them

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ᰔ けいう (keiu)

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꩜ currently into bnha, hxh, and haikyuu but i love other shows too like saiki k., mp100, kny, one piece, and much more!

★ really want to start an art account but not sure where to start lol

𐙚 reblog stuff a LOT... so bare with me here..

☘︎ yes that picture there is my art work, i only do traditional drawings cuz i hate digital drawing (not exactly hate, it's just that i'm not good at it thus why i hate doing it but i love others digital art work!!)

𐀔 i have an unhealthy obsession with mcs, my favs are all mcs, luffy, izuku, shoyo, and yuuji are my heart heart!

❀ MY OTPS : bkdk, todoiida, kagehina, atsuhina, togachako, terumob, kirimina, kamijiro, and... my brain is fried

THAT'S ALL!! ik no one will read this but 。。。

02162025

cw suggestive as hell, suggestive in public, dancing during carnaval, mdni

the sea of bodies swarmed around the young couple as the streets pulse with color and sound, lanterns of light swung overhead as the air hummed with the rhythm of drums and laughter. amid the revelry, their bodies moved together—a dance caught between the wild abandon of celebration and something entirely more intimate, something only the two of them seemed to understand.

his chest pressed flush against her back, every beat and every movement pulled them closer together. his hands found the curvature of her waist, calloused fingers burning through the fabric as as he guided her through the dance, their bodies in perfect sync under the warm golden glow of the street lights. the thin fabric between them was barely a barrier, clinging to their skin, soaked in heat and anticipation.

she gasped softly as his lips brushed against the side of her neck, the touch featherlight at first–nearly teasing. his hot breath sent a shiver down her spine as his mouth found her pulse point, warm and insistent. he pressed slow, open mouth kisses against her flushed skin, her fingers reached back to tangle in his ginger hair, anchoring him to her, wordlessly asking for more.

“amorzhino…” his voice was low, velvet-soft against the sensitive spot just below her ear, laced with something heady. he lingered there, letting her shiver beneath him before dragging his lips away. “i can’t resist you.”

the way he spoke, voice so full of longing and desire, made her heart flutter; a delicate, thrilling ache that began in her chest and spread through every nerve. it was the weight of his words that pulled her closer, as if they tethered her to him in a way nothing else could. she felt his touch deepen, her breath caught in her throat as her fingers tangled in his hair more, pulling him closer, her body humming with a desire only he could fulfill.

the music swelled around them, but he only followed the rhythm of her breaths, the way she trembled when he dragged his lips to all her weakest spots, tasting salt and skin. the world spun–bursts of color, voices singing, confetti spiraling through the air–but none of it mattered.

not when he had her like this; lost in the moment, lost in him.

brshoyo, 2025 -> please do not copy or repost my works without permission

⋆˙⟡Cigarette. Pro Hero!Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Detective!Reader⟡⋆˙

Warnings; mentions of violence, smoking, swearing, death, arguing.

I’m just feeling creative today ig! Anyways, here we go! .~•*

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You’d been driving around in your black car, dressed in your black blazer with your white button up and tie. Your radio had been very quiet recently, and with the new number one hero, it wasn’t surprising.

Your stoic expression remained that way, even with the peace that settled over your area, your features stayed stern.

You were enjoying the quiet, and the sunset. You glanced out your window, your mind racing with several thoughts as you did so.

Your moment was cut short, however, when your radio went off.

“Lieutenant L/n, there’s been a homicide. Can you meet on 32’nd street ‘n Ridge? Pro hero Deku called it in.”

A sigh left you as you grabbed your radio, responding with your firm and tired voice “I’ll be there. I’m in the area” you sighed as you put your radio on its hook on your dash.

Annoyance twitched at your eye and you grabbed your pack of cigarettes laying on the center console “of fuckin course he did” you mutterwd as you put a cigarette between your lips and grabbed a lighter, sparking the flame to light your cigarette.

.~•*

It didn’t take long before you pulled up on the scene. Cop cars and pro heros littering the yard with ‘CRIME SCENE’ tape lining the perimeter.

You stepped out of your car with your cigarette between your lips. You took a long drag, savoring the burn of the nicotine against the back of your throat.

Your shoes meet the grass as you walk up to a group of officers and the damn hero himself. Ignoring the bitterness for the mop of green hair and tall physique, you turn to the officers.

“What’s it looking like?” You mutter, placing your pack of cigarettes in the inside pocket of your blazer.

The officer sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. By her distraught appearance. You can tell she’s a rookie. “U-uh..I-it’s a kid..ma’am” she manages to choke out over the nausea in her throat.

Your expression remains the same, but you feel a sickening anger in your stomach. “Right.” You turned to Deku, your expression stoic as you removed your cigarette from your lips. “And you called it in?”

Deku’s expression was tense, a bit distraught, like the officers. “Yeah. I responded to the call from my agency, but by the time I got here, the perpetrator was actively leaving. His quirk let him get away..” he gave a tentative nod to finish his statement, trying not to seem as down as he felt.

You sighed, cigarette smoke leaving your mouth and nose “right. So you didn’t get here fast enough?”

Your comment caught Izuku off guard. His shoulders stiffened and he opened and shut his mouth for a second, before his shoulders slouched and he looked down “No, I didn’t, lieutenant.”

You hadn’t meant to snap at the pro hero, much less the number one, but when there was the death of a minor you were dealing with, it made you more irritable than you already were.

You sighed and turned “alright, whatever. ‘M goin in.”

“Hold on a minute, Y/n” you heard a gruff, familiar voice speak to you. You almost groaned out loud as that chuckle approached “Now’s not the time, chief.” You turned to view the chief of police, Saiko.

Saiko smiled at you, he’d given you a lot of training before you decided on homicide for your field. He was almost a father figure to you. “You haven’t even heard what I have to say, not very different than how you were as a rookie.”

His electric blue eyes rested on you, and you finally turned to look at him. He was a tall, broad shouldered man with deep brown hair and bright blue eyes, worn slightly by time but with an old man’s humor in them.

You sighed and flicked the ashes off of the tip of your cigarette “yeah well, I’ve definitely got the head on my shoulders to warrant such actions” you commented, not really serious.

Saiko chuckled gruffly “Cmon kid. I need you to hear me out on this. Deku here said he saw the perp, you need him.” He said as he placed a hand on Izuku’s shoulder, who’d been standing there awkwardly, very much sensing your animosity towards him.

Your eyes widened ever so slightly “What? You want him to help me?” You asked incredulously, almost dropping your cigarette.

Saiko only nodded, grinning with his scruffy mustache “that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

The three of you stayed in silence before you opened your mouth to protest, however you were quickly shut down by Saiko’s warning look.

You clammed your mouth shut and gritted your teeth together. Great. Now you had to work with the big crybaby of a number one hero. Lucky you.

“Fine.” You mutterwd as you grabbed Izuku by his arm “Cmon Deku.”

Izuku stumbled as the two of you walked into the house. His stomach churned with the smell of blood in the air.

The two of you walked through the house, your cigarette sligjtly masking the smell of blood and stale dust. The house was messy as all hell, clothes, food, furniture, news paper- it was all strewn about like a hurricane had gone through the whole damn house.

Your eyes flitted about the room, and Izuku cleared his throat “s-so uhm..Mrs. L/n, ri-?”

“Ms.” You corrected sharply “and its Lieutenant to you. Or detective.”

Izuku stiffened, correcting his posture as you napped at him. He felt a bead of nervous sweat prick his forehead. He cleared his throat and nodded “Lieutenant L/n” he mumbled.

You sighed and shook you head before turning to walk down a hallway.

This was gonna be hell.

Some weeks later .~•*

It had been roughly a few weeks since you and Deku began working the homicide case Saiko put you two on.

It hadn’t been as bad as you thought. It wasn’t great by any means, but it definitely could have been worse.

You and Izuku often met in quiet diners or ended up in your car, looking over evidence and going over suspects and family of the victim. He was even there for some interrogations, acting as an intimidating figure.

The case was moving along as it should, collecting tips and information and going over everything throughly.

However, what you didn’t know, was how amazing Izuku was with you. You were beautiful. So strong and intelligent with a stoic demeanor that made his heart flip in his chest.

He knew it was stupidly since you had some weird thing against him, but he couldn’t help it! I mean, had you even seen yourself!?

He saw how hard you were working to solve this case. The bags under your eyes giving you away, and it did worry him. How could your mind stay so sharp if you were always so tired?

Today, the two of you were going to spend an entire day together. Izuku’s heart raced at the prospect. He shook his head as he stood in line at the coffee place, his cap on along with his glasses, with his head tucked down so no one recognized him.

Izuku grabbed two coffees, leaving and getting in his car. He places the cups in the cup holders and drove out of the parking lot.

As he drove, he thought. It wasn’t just you that was propelling him every day. He wanted justice for the victim. Izuku had always had a very strong sense of justice for what he thought- no- knew was right.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he thought about the girl whose blood had been shed and he frowned.

The two of you were going to solve this case.

.~•*

Izuku walked into the police station, a small smile on his face as he warmly greeted the officers. “Y/n is in her office” one of the officers called, making Izukus cheeks flush as he smiled “great! Thank you!”

He walked down the hall, before spotting your open door. Izuku lightly knocked and peeped his head in the door. “Hey” he greeted softly.

You looked up, cigarette in one hand and files in the other “Deku.” You greeted with a nod. Your eyes eventually landed on the coffee cups in his hands and you raised a brow.

Izuku looked down at his hands before brightening “oh! I brought you coffee! I hope you like it!” He walked over and placed one of the cups on your desk.

You looked at the coffee with slightly raised brows. He thought of you? You looked up at him before taking the coffee “thank you” you mutterwd before sipping on it.

Izuku waved off your thanks, muttering something under his breath shyly. Internally, his heart was racing. You hadn’t given him any sass or a bad attitude like you usually did! Was this progress?

You glanced up at his face and sighed “Sit”

Maybe a little progress?

Izuku nodded and quickly sat in front of your desk, to which you sighed “not there, how are you gonna read files like that?” You muttered. You gestured to the spot next to you “over here”

Izuku’s eyes widened and he felt an embarrassment crawl up his cheeks in the form of a blush. “Oh- right- sorry” he quickly scooted over to you, moving his chair to sit next to yours.

His heart fluttered a bit as your cologne hit his nose. It wasn’t perfume, it was cologne. Musky with a hint of citrus.

You began to talk about some potential suspects, gesturing to different pictures. He nodded along, trying his best to focus, but his eyes did flick over to your lips every once in a while.

You glanced over, your lips parted as you locked eyes with him. Izuku hadn’t realized how much he’d been leaning in until he saw how close your lips were to touching his.

The both of you lingered, before you looked away and he leaned out of your space “sorry! Sorry-“ he quickly stuttered, fully expecting you to snap at him.

You however, sipped your coffee and blushed a little, hiding it from his gaze as you looked away “it’s fine.” You mumbled, feeling a bit docile today.

Huh..

Weird.

.~•*

Later that day, the two of you were driving in your car. You had Izukus window down a bit, and your elbow on the lip of your car door. Your slender fingers on the wheel as you drove.

“I think we’re on the right track. Just like with-“ your speech was cut off by a stomach growling. You looked over to Izuku, who was red in the face.

“Oh- crap-“ he chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, and you didn’t know if it was his sheepish rambling he did after his realization, or if you were just in a good mood, but you glanced over at him, not only did you smile a little, but you laughed.

His eyes widened at your chuckle, and his heart pounded in his chest.

He’d never seen you smile before.

Never heard you laugh before.

But he could really get used to that sound.

.~•*

Time seemed to fly by, and day by day, you warmed up to Izuku, even regarding him as ‘Midoriya’ every once in a while. The two of you had grown further in the case as well, and you were so close to solving it. You’d narrowed down the list of suspects to 2 men, and the evidence was wracking up.

You and Izuku had been busting your asses to solve this case, and things were going smoothly despite the setbacks- and there were a few.

Both of you started to spend more time together, grabbing dinner, lunch or coffee more often. You really lightened up to Izuku, and he you. Except, you kept getting this weird pulling feeling when you were around him.

You didn’t understand it, he just looked so different to you know. His sense of justice and determination to solve the homicide on your hands, his curls, his laugh, smile, his boyish cheeks with freckles and dimples..

What was this feeling..?

.~•*

As of now, it was dark, the two of you in your car parked in the parking lot of a closed down gas station. You each had take out in your laps. You were telling some random story from high school, the window open as you smoked lazily with your cigarette.

“Christ- yeah. His name was Danny, and he was a total ass.” You chuckled, a sound Izuku could never get enough of.

He smiled and laughed a bit, some rice stuffed in one of his cheeks “yeah! With what you told me, he sounds like it!” Izuku agreed with a bit of a mouthful.

You gave him a look and snorted before rolling your eyes “Christ, swallow your food.” You glanced at the sauce on his lip and sighed “you’re so messy”

He blushed and quickly wiped his jaw, chuckling after he swallowed his bite of rice. “Ah! Sorry!” He smiled sheepishly. Damn that boyish smile and his stupid cute curls and-

You shook away those thoughts before sighing.

Izuku hummed before smiling softly down at his take out that you bought his mind pacing in his head as he tried to think of what to say. “Thanks for buying dinner, lieutenant-”

“Y/n”

Izuku blinked as he stared at you for a second “e-excuse me?” He mumbled, his brain a bit lost. Were you correcting him?

“Just call me Y/n.” You said calmly, though your hands were clammy. Your eyes glanced over to Izuku. He was red in the face and smiling softly.

“Got it..Y/n” he murmured to you with a gentle tone.

You looked over at him, and he looked over at you.

The streets were silent..

The world seemed to stop as the two of you gazed into each other’s eyes.

Izuku placed his elbow on the center console and leaned in closer. You followed suit, not in control of your actions as you cupped his cheeks and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

You and Izuku stayed in that kiss for a moment, his hands coming up to gently cup your cheeks.

As your lips parted, your eyes slowly fluttered open and your hands gently moved down to his neck.

The two of you just sat there, before you looked away from him. “Sorry..I don’t know what came over me” you muttered, to which Izuku shook his head and smiled softly down at you “d-don’t apologize.”

You glanced at him, before the two of you pulled away.

Oh boy..

More months later.~•*

Since the kiss in the car, the two of you had been less professional outside of work. Using first names and being a bit affectionate with your words and actions.

That wasn’t all of the good that had began to come from him..

.~•*

You had been in the courtroom with Izuku and the rest of the prosecution team. It’d been months since the two of you had been paired together for this case, and now you were sitting in the courtroom about to convict the two men who took a life of a teen girl.

You were tense, Izuku noticed. You’d been so worried about gathering the evidence, organizing everything perfectly to lock them up for life with no possibility of parole. You’d been smoking so much more recently.

He gently placed his hand on your bouncing knee, making you look at him and his soft smile.

You sighed softly and looked up as the judge and jury came back to the room.

The judge sat down and let out a sigh. After a bit of talk, he cut to the chase.

“For the murder of Sakiea Kento, the two of you will be serving each a life sentence, along with 37 years for destruction with evidence, with no possibility of parole.”

A weight lifted off of your chest and you smiled softly, clapping with everyone else in the courtroom.

Izuku smiled and gently gripped your knee “you did it.” He whispered over to you.

You simply chucjled and shook your head, standing with the rest of the crowd and Izuku. “We did it” you corrected.

He smiled softly, his chest swelling with affection and relief.

They brought justice to the victim.

.~•*

The police station was holding a party to celebrate the long case coming to an end. Izuku however, couldn’t find you anywhere.

He stepped out onto the roof and hummed softly as he saw you standing there. “Y/n..?”He called out.

You looked over and sighed, fatigue and something else in your eyes “Midoriya. You should be down with the others.” You mumbled.

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly “ditto. So what are you doing up here?” He walked over to you and leaned against the railing next to you.

“Thinking” you replied softly, your hair fluttering gently in the breeze as you spoke. “About the girl…I wish there was more I could do.” You admitted.

Izuku nodded and rubbed his arm “you did everything you could. You couldn’t prevent her from being killed..but you brought her justice..that’s all that matters in the end.”

You glanced over at him with a tired look “she was a child” you muttered, a tear slowly welling in your eye.

Izuku stiffened before cupping your cheek “hey- hey hey hey- don’t cry..” he thumbed away your tears with his calloused fingers, sighing softly.

You let out a shaky breath and looked up at him.

Your eyes told hin everything. He leaned down and softly kissed your lips.

You gently cupped Izukus cheeks and let out a soft sigh into your kiss, a soft hum of pleasure leaving her throat.

Once the two of you broke from you kiss, you smiled. You turned and looked away from his face, before pulling back. “Damn you and your lips.” You muttered.

He smiled as he watched you grab your pack of cigarettes. He put his hand over yours “you should try and quit smoking, you know.”

You glanced down at his hand, then at the cigarettes. A warm feeling rose in your chest as you sighed and smiled.

“Yeah..you’re right.”

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IM SO DAMN TIRED ITS 12:37 AND IVE BEEN GONE SINCE 7:00 AM AAAA

Chapter 28 - Get ready!

Summary: The gang goes to Katsuki’s parents to “get decent.” Katsuki comes up with his own surprise to make sure her mother finally starts greying. Y/N and Izuku have another insufferably cheesy moment.

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of the cheeky!

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3 months later.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” Izuku staring at your face is the first thing you see on this lovely morning. You stare at Izuku’s half-naked body, taking in the sight of those perky little piercings which basically broke the whole Japanese media for a whole month after Izuku’s Vogue photoshoot.

Your social media is full of fanfictions about Izuku’s piercings and the best part? You can do everything those writers only dream about.

“Good morning, Number One.” You smile happily, while you put your hand on the hero’s cheek; He moves into your touch, almost purring.

“Hey, we don’t know that.” Your boyfriend mutters, incapable to keep his content smile hidden.

“Izu, you’ve broke the internet with your Vogue interview, put ten big villain gangs behind bars in only three months, did the quirkless charity marathon and came in first place, helped to get the big boss of the US mafia just last week and you broke the internet once again, yesterday, when you climbed that massive three just to get an old lady’s cat down in the middle of your patrol. You could have floated up, by the way, fucking show off.”

“What, it was a boring patrol, I wanted to do some workout at least! And Mr. kitten was adorable! I didn’t wanna scare him!” All Meowth decides to show his utter disappointment by hissing at his owner. First he gets assaulted by Redrum and now, Izuku comes home smelling like another cat? Disgusting behavior.

“All Meowth disapproves, sir.” You giggle as you pull yourself up to give him a good morning kiss. Hm, those few minutes of working out you do daily are really paying off! Even Izuku commented on it the other day. He also made sure to take a good look at everything that had changed. You told him not to get too used to the sight, as once you two decide to have a baby together, it will be all gone. The ferocity of Izuku’s face when you said that was worth every penny. And the “treatment” you’ve got after was also amazing. It was probably the best night of your life.

It’s a bit too soon to talk about children, if you really want to be honest but with Izuku… it feels like you’ve known each other for much longer than it actually is. Your intimacy, the trust you two have for the other, the love that can barely fit into your chests… deep inside, you are both ready to make the next big step but from an outside perspective, you know it would be a little bit too soon, hence you are still being safe when it comes to… the cheeky stuff. Also, Izuku just got back on his own feet; he should enjoy his hero work without constantly being worried about how much he’s missing out on your family’s time when he’s on a mission. You are still too young; there is so much you haven’t experienced yet. It’s okay to be a bit selfish.

You also want to have more time with Izu, just the two of you; it still doesn’t feel real that this is your life right now. First, you should work on that and then think about making it even more… well.. real. But… You can’t help but think about those cute freckles and curly locks on a little toddler boy, crawling towards you with those beautiful big, green eyes, asking for a hug from momma…

Stop.

“Stop what?” Izuku smirks as he peppers tiny kisses all over your neck. Well, damn, this will be a long morning.

“Nothing, you continue.” You mutter with a pleasant sigh. “But don’t forget, we need to be at Mitsuki’s at eleven to get our dresses and make up done!” You pull the hero away from you as the realization hits; today is the big day!

“Izu, IM GOING TO THE HERO GALA TODAY! OH MY GOD I’LL MEET ALL THE HEROES AND I’LL BE NEXT TO YOU ON THE RED CARPET OH MY GOD IZU I CAN’T BREATHE!!! OH MY GOD, AND KATSUKI?! Will he wear a pink suit or will he chicken out?! Oh my god, I need to wash myself 7 times before we go! We need to put face masks on! Izu, we don’t have time to dilly-dally!”

“But Sweets…” Izuku gives you his biggest puppy eyes. “I need to recharge. I need my Sweets time. Let me have my Sweets time!” Izuku pushes you back down into the soft covers. Oh, those bloody butterflies again! “Then we can have a big bubble bath with oils and face masks. We both win.”

“You are so lucky I’m in love with you.” You sigh, as you let your partner have his way; it’s not like you are ever not in the mood for… well.. a bit of loving. Also, Izuku is irresistible. Just look at this man. Fucking look at him!

“I’m the luckiest man alive, indeed.” Izuku admits with nothing but obsession in his darkening eyes. Oh, how much you love this man.

“Not as lucky as I am.”

“Wrong.”

“Nope.”

“Shut up and love me, then.”

“Needy.”

“Always.” Izuku giggles into your mouth and the rest is history.

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“Come on guys, I ain’t got all day” Mitsuki, Katsuki’s biological twin sister who’s apparently her mother but seeing how young this woman looks like there is no way that is true; she barely has any wrinkles, her skin is basically as smooth as baby’s bottom, this praise never made any sense by the way as knowing how many rashes babies get from the nappies they must use every day so really, this phrase should be used as an insult…

Where was this sentence going? Oh yeah, so Mitsuki is taking you towards her office.

She looks 30. Maximum.

How does she look 30?

This makes no sense.

“Sweets…” Izuku can barely contain his smile as he puts his hand on your shoulders.

“If you tell me I said all of that out loud, I’m leaving.” You announce loudly because your hands are shaking like a leaf already so honestly, you can’t make this worse.

“Don’t worry, freeloader, my mom is too busy being freaked out about my absolutely amazing hair, your rambling doesn’t matter today.”

Katsuki yells from the other side of the Bakugou house and well… your bag falls out of your hands.

Because Katsuki…

His hair…

“Red, get the bag, will ya?” Katsuki and Eijirou’s dog comes over and takes your bag to Katsuki while his tail wags happily. Katsuki puts it on the table next to him. “Good boy!”

Hearing Katsuki use a baby-voice is already enough of a trauma for a day but let’s go back to the hair…

The hair…

“Oi, it’s cool, ain’t it? I’m fucking slaying or whatever! Tell the hag, he’s being an absolute bitch about it.” Katsuki mutters, clearly not happy for his mother judging his fashion choices. Which is understandable to be fair, but…

“It’s too much, you idiot! Way too much! It ruins the whole concept! How the fuck did you come up with this stupid idea, anyway!” Mitsuki yells while her husband (or secretary? Probably Katsuki’s dad. Honestly, as much as Katsuki looks like his mother you can see some resemblance in those two as well.) tries his best to calm her down by giving her a shoulder massage.

Eijirou’s face is the same shade as his hair, so by the look of it, he was the one who came up with this idea. Of course he was the one. It makes so much sense. “Of course it was you.” Mitsuki sighs. “Ei, I love you to death and you know I was a “shipper” even before I knew what that word means, but I’m extremely disappointed in you.”

You really want to laugh. But this is a serious conversation. Please, don’t laugh.

“The fuck, stop blaming yourself! All you did was telling me that your hair dye fades to pink.” Katsuki jumps into the conversation to save the poor man from utter embarrassment. It doesn’t help.

“Kacchan has pink ends. That’s adorable.” Izuku snickers as he takes in the sight in front of him, a wild Katsuki in a pink fucking suit with golden zippers and magenta pink tips. MAGENTA PINK. Like his suit.

You can’t believe this is real life and not a stupid fanfiction.

Well, it is a fanfiction. But you don’t know that. You don’t need to know that. This is not the time for you to realize that your whole life is basically a sims game written by a lonely, lovelorn 30 year old.

Or maybe you just want to think you are nothing but a random character made by a silly dweeb, because all of this is just too much to cope with. Maybe you are slowly loosing your mind.

Deep breath, woman.

Deep breath.

“I will fuck you up, dude.” Katsuki threatens but it’s extremely hard to take him seriously while he looks like a main character of a Barbie movie. “I look fucking gorgeous, you can all shut the fuck up.”

“You can also shut the fuck up and wait for my lovely hairdresser to arrive and save you from looking like a clown.” Mitsuki yells at his son. “And you two, change into your dresses so I can see if there is anything to fix. Chop chop!” Mitsuki disappears to, leaving you all in the middle of the office. You all stare at each other uncomfortably.

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“I really like your hair, Kats.” You smile at the angry gremlin manspreading on the office sofa. Katsuki gives you a grateful little grunt.

“Hell yeah, you do. It’s fucking great. It’s Ei’s hair color mixed with conditioner.” He adds proudly and you can see Eijirou melt next to him.

Katsuki is proud to be wearing the same hair color as him. That’s so fucking cute, goddamn!

Katsuki loves the fact that they share a hair color more than he loves the color itself. This is the cutest fucking thing you’ve ever heard.

“I…” you mumble to yourself as you open up your bag. “I brought these.” You take out the famous Deku colored clip-ins you wore to the hero con, back when you and Izuku were only flatmates. Eijirou laughs.

“Oh, I remember how jealous he was of everyone who even dared to look at you.” Eijirou sighs with a fond smile on his face.

“You were so beautiful in my old costume. I’ll never forget how gorgeous you looked. I felt starstruck… I wanted to show you off but also keep you to myself. It was a really contradicting feeling and to this day, I don’t know what to do with this; like I can’t wait for the world to see you but I also want to put you in my back pocket and keep you there so no one can ever touch you.” Izuku sighs. “It’s funny how I saved the world several times but I feel like my biggest accomplishment in life is the fact that I made you fall in love with me; you are everything I’ve always wanted. I’m so happy.” Izuku’s eyes get wetter and wetter as he continues talking and you can’t help but kiss those pink, wet cheeks with all the love in the whole world.

“Ahh, I forgot!” Mitsuki runs back into the office, making you two jump away from each other. “The fuck is that in your hand, Y/N.” Mitsuki gives you a stinky side eye.

“It’s nothing!” You try to hide the green locks but Mitsuki yanks it out of your hands.

You swear your whole world crumbles for a second and you also swear you can see Izuku’s power sizzling around him, like he’s ready to fight whenever you tell him to. Eijirou rolls his eyes fondly at your shenanigans.

“You can’t wear this.” Mitsuki looks at you like you’ve grown two heads. You are half a second away from crying. You are so silly sometimes. “It’s all tangled.” Mitsuki gives you a knowing smile full of fondness. “Nothing a good hair mask bath can’t fix.”

“Oh my god, you are such a fucking troll, hag.” Katsuki rolls his eyes at his mother. “You almost made her cry. You are not allowed to make my friends cry.”

The mother just ignores his son; she’s on a mission.

“Also, my friend, who’s an amazing nail artist, is coming over to take care of those claws of yours. I was thinking about a dark pine green marble pattern with tiny bits of gold? Does that work, boy?” Mitsuki looks at Izuku which bamboozles you to no end; and if that’s not enough of a bamboozlement for the day, Izuku’s face becomes the shade of a ripe tomato as he nods enthusiastically. Why the hell is she asking him, anyway?!

Ahh, who cares; you can wear your silly little hair extensions and match with your partner on the Hero Gala! That’s all that matters.

“Now shut the fuck up and change, you two! Make up and hair in ten minutes! Get your fucking shit together now, I worked so hard on your dresses, I want to see how fucking great you two look in them!”

“Yes, madam.” You both mutter as you make your way towards the separated area. Mitsuki sighs.

“You know what, I’ll just… Katsuki, get your ass in here and dress your friend up, will ya? Team work makes the dream work and all that fucking nonsense your father keeps telling me to say to my team to keep them in a good mood. Honestly, fucking bullshit if you ask me, just do your fucking job properly, that’s what you are payed for.”

“Jesus, you are worse than me, hag. And also, you are a liar. I remember the day when you spent the whole night making your whole team matching socks for a team building.” Katsuki laughs as he makes his way towards Izuku. “Come on, lil bro, it’s dress up time.”

“Why do I have a feeling you enjoy this?” Izuku mutters as he strips out of his old clothing. You try your best not to salivate and follow Mitsuki’s instructions properly.

“I’m the hag’s son, of course I do. I helped with the designs too.” Katsuki admits. “We are also working on my own clothing line with her. It’s gonna be sick… and expensive.” Katsuki grins at Izuku, or at least you think he does as he’s turned around for your privacy’s sake.

“Kacchan sugoi!” Izuku smiles at his best friend fondly. Katsuki just rolls his eyes.

“Never fucking change, nerd.”

“Pinky promise.” Izuku shows his pinky with a cheeky smile.

“Oh my god, cringe.” Says the blonde but goes along with Izuku’s shenanigans… then smacks him in the back of his head. “Now put that shirt on! Oi, careful… Jesus, like a fucking elephant in a porcelain shop.”

“Sorry, sorry!” Izuku giggles, clearly having the best time of his life. You can’t help but smile to yourself…. Then the smile fades.

You look into the mirror for the first time since you came into this room; the dress Mitsuki designed for you is the prettiest dress you’ve ever seen in your life; it’s dark green, just like Izuku’s suit, with golden seams, the skirt is frilly and light, fun but also elegant, it’s the kind of dress you can wear with anything; put on some sneakers for a light, summery look, put on some boots to make it all edgy, put on the highest heels to make it into an elegant dress or flats for a casual smart look; its perfect for any occasion, it’s a fashion statement, it’s so full of character, it’s so full of you and your quirkiness, it’s…

“Perfect.” You mumble as you try your best to not cry.

“I know. My son came up with the style. Don’t tell him but I think he really likes you.” She winks at you, but Katsuki is having none of this.

“Oi, shut the fuck up! Not my fault she wears her fucking heart on her sleeve. Fucking easy to read and shit.”

“Uhum, if you say so.”

“I say so. Now look at this gorgeous motherfucker.” Katsuki grins as he takes a good look at Deku. Your heart decides to leave your body and jump out of the window.

Izuku looks… ethereal. His suit is so well fitted it makes him look almost otherworldly; it hugs his thick thighs just the right way, it shows off his lean waist, his massive arms, it’s the same dark shade of green as your dress but the material looks soft and has a blue shine to it; the same shade of greenish blue as the electric pulse that curves around his body when he gets ready for a fight. As he moves, the greenish blue becomes pinkish red, again, the color of the thick lines that appear on his skin when One For All is in ready-mode. Izuku’s dress is much more out there than yours, more colors, more detail but it works so perfectly with yours; just like in real life, Izuku is the star and you are the anchor who keeps the star in the right place; you don’t even have your make up on yet but you can already see the concept here, how the differences in your attire is what will make this set work perfectly, it click just the right way, shows off your beautiful bond and makes you two look like one is nothing without the other because somehow, these two pieces of clothing just doesn’t look right without the other one next to it.

“Wow, I’ve never seen you in a dress.” Izuku mutters, his eyes as dark as a deep forest at night.

Well, Izuku was right when he said he needed his fill in the morning. His scorching gaze just made Katsuki blush in the background.

You clear your throat with a cheeky smile on your face while your gaze wonders over the details of Izuku’s absolutely gorgeous dress.

“Hm, I might be able to change a few of our pajama parties to proper date nights.” You snicker. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you like this either.”

“They really are insufferable.” Mitsuki mutters into his boy’s ears.

“I told you so.”

You two can’t even get offended at this point; they’re just stating facts.

~•🥦•~

The rest of your time at the Bakugou residence goes quick; several make up artist and hair dressers flood the office, making you all sit straight and behave just as they put their suitcases down; the boys mostly just get a little bit of concealer here and there, some powder, and in Katsuki’s case, a really tiny hint of an eyeliner to make his eyes pop in that super colorful suit of his. Izuku gets some highlighter on his cheeks, but nothing else; his unruly hair is more of a concern than his handsome little face so he spends most of his “beauty time” with the purple haired hairdresser who yaps about the importance of a good conditioner for a whole hour as she tries her best to tame that beast of a mane on Izuku’s head. She uses several different conditioning sprays and plays around with every single curl, one by one, to make them shiny and bouncy. You are staring at her working , trying to remember the stuff she’s talking about because you are quite sure that all of that sounds like gibberish to Izuku because that man doesn’t care about anything but heroes, being a hero, hero suits, his friends, family and random fun facts about animals. Oh, and you.

Actually, let’s try something.

“K-san, can you please give me the names of the products you have used on Izuku’s hair? I really like his hair this way! It looks so healthy and cute!” You smile at the hairdresser with a knowing smile. She tries her best to not grin at you when she realizes your shenanigans.

Izuku stares into space for a few seconds. He looks like he’s thinking really hard about something. Then he starts aggressively typing on his phone while he stares at the haircare products in front of him.

“I ordered them.” Izuku says with a straight face. “I’ll use them every time I wash my hair. Thank you for your advice, K-San.”

“You have it bad, don’t you.” She laughs as he makes Izuku’s curl bounce one more time to make sure they stay in place the whole night.

“Really bad.” Izuku admits. “Now please tell me again, which ones to use first…” Izuku starts typing maniacally as the lady tries her best to give him all the information he needs.

You look into your own mirror and almost fall of your chair; you look incredible. Absolutely, ridiculously incredible. The mask treatment Mitsuki gave to your “deku strands” did wonders; the few streaks of pine green give your whole look a pop and as the strands had been curled together with your natural hair, the color looks elegant instead of edgy or geeky, unlike the last time you’ve worn them. Your make up also has a little hint of dark green around the outer edges of your lids, but only a teeny tiny hint; your make up looks elegant but also full of character and fits your natural skin and eye color so well you kind of want to cry from how otherworldly beautiful it is. The lighter parts of your make up are full of glitter, so needless to say you feel like a model straight out of a glam magazine.

You don’t have too much time to stare at yourself in the mirror though; the nail artist is ready for action and waiting for you to sit down by the desk on the other end to get your nails started. Izuku makes an audible gulp as you swish past him in your frilly dress, your hair flowing behind you as you skip forward, clearly full of confidence. When Izuku looks into your eyes, there is a proud, mesmerized smile on his face. “You look beautiful” he mouths without saying the words out loud and you melt into a puddle of goo.

You can’t believe you are just about to walk down the red carpet with Deku tonight.

Things are going to be so different once the cameras start rolling; there won’t be a single person in whole Japan who won’t know your name. There won’t be a single person who won’t know who you belong to. You’ll become a target of good things but also of bad ones and your relationship won’t be only yours anymore; people will talk, people will wonder about everything, there will be gossips, there will be talks about you not being good enough but you know that nothing in the whole wide world can make you question Izuku’s love for you, nothing can make you take a double take if you are good enough because no one knows this man as well as you do, no one knows his secrets, his quirky little habits and most and foremost, no one else knows how Izuku looks like when he looks at you in your silly Deku-themed pajamas with your hair up in a messy bun, with no make up or anything; no one knows that smitten look on his face and no one ever will. You’ve been through so much together yet your love never faltered. You’ve both seen each other in your worst, yet you still look at the other like you’re the most beautiful creature in the whole wide world. People might think Izuku deserves better but those people don’t know that Deku doesn’t want better; Izuku wants nothing but a person who’s arms feel like home, a person who he loves and can relate to; no one knows that Izuku was born quirkless and that talking to you is easier for him than talking to any of the heroes who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths. So yeah, they can talk whatever they want, but they will never know the full story here. Villains can try to make you their target but with all your new hero friends, targeting you will only make them get caught quicker as you’ll have several heroes other than Deku behind your back, every day and every night.

You and Izuku’s relationship is unbreakable now; so while a lot of things will change and you’ll definitely need to get used to not being able to go anywhere alone, it’s something you can live with if it means you can keep living your dream with him.

You are ready to make the next step in your relationship; hell, you are genuinely excited to deepen your bond and become an official part of his life after all the shit you two had to go through in the last few months.

Ahh, you can’t believe you will be known as Deku’s partner. This is a dream. An actual fucking dream. Your fangirl self is having a meltdown, a positive kind, if that’s even a thing. Now it is. You just made it into a thing.

You look at the love of your life with a true, big smile on your face; Izuku gives you the same lovesick look as he always does.

“I can’t wait to marry you” is what you mutter to yourself as you slowly look away from Izuku to concentrate on your nails getting done. As your nails get prettier and prettier you promise yourself to take a better care of your nails once you get engaged to Izuku; you can’t wear Izuku’s heart on an unkept finger, can you?

Well, Izuku would say yes, you can.

Hell, Izuku would be proud of that ring on your finger even if you’d bite them until their bleed.

You are so lucky to have him, goddamn.

How did we end up on this topic again?!

~•🥦•~

“Are you ready, Sweets?” Izuku looks at you as the limousine (don’t… even… ask.) turns into the massive parking space of the venue. You both look absolutely stunning. Honestly, when you were both done, you couldn’t believe how perfect you two looked together. “I absolutely adore the green in your hair, have I told you that?”

“Shall I ask Kirishima to make it permanent?” You tease your boyfriend, trying your best to burn some of your anxiety by joking around with him.

“Maybe not Kirishima, but a professional hairdresser… but yeah, I’d like that.”

“I’ll see.”

“You ready?” Izuku repeats his question from earlier.

You nod.

“I’m always ready, when it comes to you.” You smile as you leave a tiny kiss on your boyfriend’s soft lips.

“Let’s see what you’ll think about that once I open this door.” Izuku grins as he pushes the door out.

Then the world… becomes nothing but white.

Oh, hell damn.

You are not fucking ready.

You want to go home.

….. to be continued!

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World Heroes Mission: Departure OVA Full

I had to clip the credits but otherwise it fit almost perfectly. I know a lot of people have been struggling to find subtitled links so I'm posting it here for ease of access.

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