T As In Tobio Kageyama

no one's ever had me, not like you

timeskip!hinata shoyo x reader

“Are you really sure that you’re swearing off of dating?”

You wonder how many times you’ll be asked that before you finally get pressured into mingling just to get them off your back. But Akane, bless her heart, looks genuinely concerned, like choosing to stay single was a cruel fate she wouldn’t wish for anyone to bear.

“It’s not a big deal,” you tell her. “Dating’s just not for me.”

You think back to all your previous relationships, and find that you have never been more sure of your decision.

“It just means you haven’t found the right one!” To your left, Yuki, who is alarmingly a lot of shots in, exclaims. She becomes violent when drunk. You would know, your arm is starting to turn red from her smacking when laughing.

You shrug uncomfortably. “I’m not looking for any right one.”

Akane and Yuki share a glance.

“Well, if you say so,” Akane cedes.

Then Yuki slams her hands on the table as she bolts upright, expression grave and voice low as she says, “We’re doing it, though, right?”

You laugh under your breath. Yuki looks a little ridiculous, drunk, and swaying on her feet even when standing still. Her grip on her glass wavers, and you quickly pluck it from her grasp, ignoring her protesting wail.

Akane brightens. “Yes! Of course we’re doing it!”

You instead hand Yuki a glass of water. “Doing what? Are you two up to no good again?”

“Yes!” Yuki exclaims at the same time Akane calmly clarifies, “Noya’s inviting close friends out for dinner tomorrow.” Which makes sense, because they were pretty much the same thing.

“Oh! Nishinoya’s back?”

“Just arrived today! He said he’s visiting for a while.” Akane fishes out her phone from her hand, then pulls out the class’s group chat that you could never bring yourself to check ever since it hit 999+ notifications. It displays a picture of Nishinoya holding up a peace sign, face serious, and next to a large airport sign.

You hum thoughtfully. “I guess if you guys are coming…”

“Let’s go!” Yuki pumps her fists in the air. Akane smiles and tells her to settle down. Akane drank twice as many shots than her.

“Who else is coming?” You ask. “I might pass if it’s the entire school.”

“Noya’s not that wild. I heard it’s just his volleyball team, Ryuunosuke, and us,” Akane says. “I heard they’re also celebrating because Noya’s treating his kouhai’s return from Brazil.”

“Brazil?” The other side of the world! “Yuu and his friends sure are adventurous,” you remark in amusement, sipping idly on your own drink. It’s milder than either of theirs since you were assigned as the designated driver.

“You’ve heard of the guy. Hinata Shoyo, I think it was.”

You inhale your drink and start heaving. Akane’s hands flutter all over you in panic while Yuki descends in deep thought.

Yuki snapped her fingers. “Oh, right! Wasn’t that the first year who had a big crush on you when we were in second year? Noya’s favorite kouhai, Shoyo.”

Hinata Shoyo.

The first time you met Hinata Shoyo was when Nishinoya decided to invite close friends to watch them play. It was an ordinary day, and they had just come back from the Interhigh preliminaries. Their coach agreed to let them take it slow and relax, so Noya used it as an opportunity to invite his friends (it was just you who was free) to watch (read: to show off).

Having nothing better to do during club hours, you agreed.

You were late, stuck with cleaning duty, and forced to catch up to Noya, who had first wheeled into the volleyball gymnasium. The door was shut. You took deep, deep breaths before sliding it open and nearly having your face flattened by a volleyball speeding towards you.

Well, of course, it was a volleyball gymnasium.

Luckily, you managed to swerve out of the way and prevent long-lasting damage to your face. But the shock was more brutal than the would-be impact. You gaped at the ball that rolled onto the grass miles away. Just how fast was that thing?

“Y/N!” Nishinoya’s voice rang throughout the stunned silence of the gym.

Your head whipped around just in time to see a little guy with a mop of orange hair bound over to you.

“Sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry—-” He then looked up at you, now only inches away, and seemed to have run out of apologies. His face exploded in a bright shade of red, but his eyes looked like they were bluescreening.

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s fine!” You wave your hand to dismiss his guilt. “I didn’t actually get hit. Well—almost. But I didn’t! That was amazingly fast!” You hoped the praise would snap him out of it, but he was still gaping at you like you’d grown two heads. Or maybe you had something on your face?

Nishinoya comes barreling over soon enough, brows furrowed. “Y/N! Are you okay? You could’ve died!”

You frowned. “Idiot. I’m not going to die from that.”

Your statement seemed to shatter the tension that froze everyone in place. The captain murmured for them to continue practicing as Noya fluttered all over you like a mother hen, insisting on an ice pack.

Tanaka materialized out of nowhere. “Y/N! It’s you!”

“Ryuu!” You exclaim in delight, returning his hug. “Ryuu, it’s nice to see you again!”

Nishinoya turned to the tiny redhead with a raised eyebrow. “You good, Shoyo?”

Shoyo finally flinched out of his daze, narrowly avoiding your curious eyes. “Y-Yes! I’m just—I’ll go get the ball!” he squeaked out, nearly tripping over his own feet on a flat surface.

Nishinoya snorted, sharp eyes following Shoyo. “I think he has a crush on you.”

Tanaka cackled. “No way! Is that why Hinata looks so constipated?”

Hinata Shoyo. You glanced back just in time to catch him fumbling with the volleyball, trembling like a frightened mouse. It’s cute.

Now, you can confidently state that Hinata Shoyo is no longer just cute. Five years later, July, in an unsuspecting get-together party hosted by Nishinoya, and Hinata Shoyo definitely isn’t the same as before.

“Everyone!” Nishinoya’s voice bellows out throughout the venue. For such a small guy, he has the voice of a booming speaker. “Everyone, quiet! Shoyo’s here!”

Choruses of Hinata! echo through everyone as the crowd dispersed and bounded over to where Nishinoya was. You hear a faint laugh and a “Thank you!” From here, you could tell that his voice had gotten deeper. Still light and high, but it was different from the squeakiness you remembered.

Ever since finding out that Hinata had been back from Brazil, it turns out that his grand debut in the Nationals was aired all over. He’s famous now, not just some kid in Karasuno’s Volleyball Club.

“Ooh,” Yuki giggles maniacally. She hasn’t drunk anything yet. “He’s here. Do you think he still has a crush on you?”

“I doubt it. It was probably because I was his senpai back then. Remember how you reacted to Daichi-san visiting our hall? Everyone in our class was swooning, especially the boys!”

“Something about volleyball players, I tell you,” Yuki says, her gaze drifting over to where Akane was giggling as she talked with them. “Hmm. Speaking of them, I think one of them is on his way here.”

“What?”

Yuki takes one last sip of her tequila shot and leaves without another word. You didn’t have to turn—didn’t even have to move. You can feel his presence the moment he is right behind you, like a burst of warmth hovering, but it’s gold and bright, so you’re not terrified

Hinata Shoyo sits beside you, asking for a drink. You can’t help but stare.

He turned to you, then seemed to do a double take. Hinata Shoyo—now built twice as big as he once was; no longer the cute, lanky, and short kouhai from your past; with neatly trimmed hair and a much deeper voice—stares at you in astonishment. Hinata Shoyo emits a wordless exclamation.

“Senpai!” he exclaims in disbelief.

“Hinata,” you laugh softly, fondly. “We’re not in high school anymore. I’m pretty sure we’re the same age. You can just call me Y/N.”

“Y-You—” He splutters, face tinged pink despite the untouched shot in front of him. “Thanks!”

“You’re welcome.” You smile, tilting your head and grinning wider at the way his eye catches on the curve of your neck. “So, how have you been?”

He forgets about the drink he just ordered, seemingly getting redder in the face as you inch closer. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve assumed he was drunk. Hinata Shoyo grins sheepishly, blushing and looking beautiful under the dim lighting of the venue.

Swearing off of dating, hmm… 

You consider him—his bright eyes, his wide and ever-genuine smile, and his undivided attention on you. Does he still have a crush on you? Or was it just the surprise that had him so flustered? You throw your head back and gulp down a shot, ignoring the burn that slid down your throat. You suppose there was no harm in finding out.

Damage.

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make them come back to me... Tsukki is a fake hater btw, guess who went on a trip to Brazil with the duo in the back

Kagehina art from the archives (2 years ago) that never saw the light of day!

Hinata Shoyo would worship you like a goddess.

Every single step you take, every glance, every strand of you hair. Oh you shine so brightly in his eyes. Perfect in every way. Your loyal follower.

Never was there a time you felt unloved by this man. You know he loves you. He makes sure you know he loves you.

Peppering sweet little kisses from the tips of your fingers all the way to your knuckles and wrist. Not missing a single spot. Kissing you all the way until he reaches your lips. By then, he had already cupped your face and locked your lips. The way Shoyo would kiss you didn't feel you needed to get hot and dirty. No no, it was never sexual.

It was the type that would keep your head in the clouds, always in a state of euphoria. Red strings of fate entangling in a wonderful, lovely mess. He would whisper sweet nothings, like undying immortal confession of his love. Honey dripping with every syllable that rolls off his tounge.

Oh, how lucky you are to have a man this lovely. Like a follower praising his goddess.

(A/n: was screaming and dying inside writing this.) All rights reserved.

Izuku being obsessed with you hcs

Genre: Fluff

This is around 3rd year of UA and he has had a crush on you since 1st year. Who knew everything there was to know about you.

Your favorite color, animal, food. What you were allergic to, your favorite movie. The cafe you went to once a week. The years he spent writing about heroes, being able to pick up the littlest of details from afar, has helped in this moment.

Ochaco thinks it’s cute, Tenya thinks it’s extremely efficient, and Bakugo thinks it’s downright creepy.

Izuku understands that you would probably agree with Bakugo, but he can’t help it. He just wants to know everything there is to know about you. So that, eventually, when he does confesses, everything will go well

He had a 6 step plan on how to ask you out and contingency plans just in case, though thankfully he didn’t need them.

Everyone thought his…tendencies will calm down once you guys get together.

Oh how they were wrong, so, so wrong.

In fact he gets worse. Always wants to be around you, but as long as you are okay with it. He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything, possibly ruin the relationship.

Literally, he’s the first thing you see when you wake up. When he walks you down for breakfast to the cafeteria because he just so happens to be around right when you open the door. He is the last thing you see when he walks to your door and gives you kiss on your cheek goodnight.

Obviously, he wasn’t at all subtle about his crush on you, not that he was hiding it either though. You knew that he was getting all the information on you long before he confessed. Honestly, it made you feel seen in a weird way. To know that someone was so in love with you, so obsessed with you, that they memorized everything about you.

And that was Izuku Midoriya for you, your obsessed boyfriend

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He is so loved and it’s what he deserves

LETS GO LESBIANSSS

Chapter 27 - My weird boyfriend’s friends are even weirder.

Summary: Y/N meets Izuku’s old classmates. It goes just as expected.

Warnings: Alcohol, swear words, Mineta

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New group chat: nipples!

Kaminari: Our meeting point is at the artificial beach resort in the centre of the city! Bring your swimsuits!

… Deku is typing…

Bakugou changed the name of the group chat: stupid extras meet up

Bakugou: Deku can’t swim right now you idiot

Kirishima changed the name of the group chat: Class A meetup!

Kaminari: No need to swim, we are just going to have a meal in the restaurant by the “sea”!

Iida: With all due respect, why do we need a fake beach when we have real ones?

Yao Momo: That’s a great question, Iida-kun!

Mineta: Easy answer; why the hell not?!

Bakugou: Who the fuck invited this perverted nutcase?!

Mineta: Well, thank you for your warm welcome, I’ve changed a lot since high school, you know. I am in a long-term relationship!

Bakugou: with your hand?

Kaminari: I’m crying lol

Sero: Good one, Blasty!

Todoroki: Why would he date his own hand?

Kaminari: Stop, I’m suffocating

Shinsou: Please, keep going

…. Deku is typing…

Kaminari: Mean!!!!

Shouji: Hello, I’m really happy to see you guys again! Kouda is coming too he’s just too shy to type into the chat!

Aoyama: I’m bringing cheese! 🧀 I can’t wait to see Deku’s nipples twinkling! ✨

Deku: Uhm… okay, yeah, I’ll make sure… to keep twinkling?

Kaminari: Also! Deku’s girlfriend is coming too!

Ashido: Duh! Wouldn’t be a real party without her!

Bakugou added Camie into the group chat

Camie: Midobabe, you're like, totally the sickest, no cap, 100% vibes, fr fr! Bruh, I’m like so pumped to link up with y’all, it’s gonna be litttttt!

Todoroki: I wasn’t about to wear a cap so that’s fine with me! I’m not sure about linking myself together with everyone, seems a little bit personal? And what is lit? Are we making a campfire?

… Deku is typing…

Bakugou: I’ll translate. Deku, you are super cool. I’m happy to see you guys, it’s gonna be awesome.

Camie: That’s the vibe! You’re my guy!

Bakugou: See you at the spot, bro!

Camie: Yeah, bro!

Kaminari: what the actual fuck, Bakugou?!

Eijirou: Katsuki is so talented, isn’t he? He can even speak this language!

Bakugou: I’ve told you already, it’s not a language, it’s slang!

Eijirou: No way that sorcery is in my mother tongue.

Todoroki: I’m interested in learning her way of speech. It’s fascinating!

Yaomomo: Please, don’t.

Camie: I’ll hit you with the knowledge, for real!

Todoroki: Much obliged! I remember some bits from the time we hung out! So… I'm so ready to level up, fam! Why do you hate caps, though?

… Deku is typing…

Bakugou: Okay, shut the fuck up, all of you, Deku has been trying to type for an hour.

Deku: Uhm… I’m on my way with Sweets! See you guys there!

~•🥦•~

“The man of the hour!” Kaminari yells out loud as you two come through a back door that’s decorated with a massive “reserved for private event!” sign.

“Yo, you're lookin' fire AF, like literally melting the whole place down." Camie, who was sprawled out on both Eijirou’s and Katsuki’s lap just a second ago (???!) jumps up into a sitting position. She scans you with her eyes, then smiles at you approvingly. “Your girl’s looking straight up slaying, like mad fine!"

“Uhm, thank you?” You’ve been with this group for 5 seconds and your whole face is already on fire. Great start.

“Ahh, let me introduce myself.” A massive guy with several arms and eyes on his body stands up and comes closer with a smaller person in tow.

“I am Shouji. This is my friend and old classmate Koda.”

“Hi.” He mumbles, as he stares at the floor; it looks like some kind of glass tile filled with actual sand. It’s quite cool.

“I’m so glad to meet you two! You’ve done so much for the society! I remember seeing a a few posters of you two around town! You’ve had some amazing projects!”

“Ahh, thank you.” Shouji speaks up for them both, then they go back to their place.

“Heyyy, what’s up?” Camie clings to your arms just as you sit down. “I’m Camie, your favorite blonde with all the vibes. Catch me vibin’ and keepin' it real!"

“Hello, nice to meet you too!” You mutter back.

Then you spot him; the man of your nightmares… Grape Juice.

“Lucky you are Izuku’s babe, I would snatch you in a heartbeat.”

You don’t need to react. Izuku does it for you.

Mineta gets thrown into the artificial ocean with the help of black whip.

“I did not want to do that. I’m so sorry, Mineta!” Izuku yells after the poor guy floating on the top of the water. No one really cares enough to get him out of there.

“Me and who?” Camie adds with a sigh.

“Good, now he can cool the fuck down.” Katsuki mutters as finally the group concentrates on Izuku, the reason of this sudden meet up.

“Oh, you’ll definitely be invited for a photoshoot with Vogue in the next few weeks. Hell damn, my face is melting off just from looking at you.” Mina adds with a proud little smile. “It’s so good to see you alive and well, Izuku.”

The mood shifts and the background chatter dies. It’s such a quick change, but somehow no one looks flustered by it; these people have been through a fucking war and they also fight for their lives every day hence they are capable to adapt extremely quickly to new situation. Honestly, it’s a little bit sad but you also feel so much respect for these people who can just roll with the punches and change up their whole plan in a matter of a milisecond if it’s needed.

This makes you remember one of the most eerie interviews you’ve ever seen; the one with Hawks, right after the war.

“We were nothing but war machines before the big war. Now we are broken pieces trying to find our way back to normalcy. I’ve served this country since I was a kid. It’s time for me to live out the childhood I’ve missed out on. Life is too short. Way too short. I don’t want to live my whole life wondering about the what ifs.“

That interview lived rent free in your head for months. Maybe it still lives in your head right now, maybe his quiet words were the reason why you jumped into the unknown when Kyoka told you about this flatmate deal; because life is too short to wonder about the what ifs. Sometimes, you need to be a kid to be able to cope as an adult.

“It has been… so long. Too long.” Ochako looks at Izuku like she’d seen a ghost, probably going through those memories she suppressed since the accident.

~•🥦•~

The day of “the fall”

Ochako was in another district when Izuku was defeated. She’ll forever hate herself for asking for a different district around that time; she was fed up with doing the same thing over and over again so she decided to move out of the main city for a few weeks to clear her mind.

Being a hero… comes with a lot of responsibility; and sometimes, humans crumble under that weight, even if they are not in the top three.

She still remembers the cries; the common folk in the small city staring at their phones or at the TV screens in the electric shops, crying, screaming, begging their god to let the young man live another day, another hour or even another minute.

Ochako should have been there. Fuck, she would have been there if she’s not on the other side of Japan. She could have stopped the rumble from suffocating his friend, hell, she could have stopped the villains before they got to their number one!

She’ll never tell Izuku about this. She’ll never tell Izuku how those few hours were the darkest few hours of her life. She’ll never tell Izuku she was ready to go after him and take him back to the land of living if needed. She’ll never tell Izuku any of that, because Izuku would cry for her, apologize to her for causing trouble instead of realizing how much his sole existence meant to her and to everyone else who lives in this country. Izuku will never truly understand his own worth, but that’s kind of what’s so precious about him.

Ochako went home with the first train. No one asked her questions because it was all on her face; the pain, the guilt, the desperation, the need to help, to redeem herself by taking as much weight as she can from Katsuki and Eijirou’s shoulders. When she arrived at Izuku’s agency, she was met with a bunch of tear streaked faces; staff, other heroes and most and foremost, the whole of class A.

“For Izuku.” Iida’s voice was stern as he shouted out to the group.

“For Izuku!” They all shouted back, in unision.

Ochako joined.

~•🥦•~

“Yeah, it still doesn’t feel real, you know. I thought I’m a goner. I thought I’ll never be able to save people again.” Izuku confesses. “When I was struck down, all I could think of was you guys, though. And Sweets. And my mum. All Might. All I could think about was my friends and my family, how much pain I just inflicted on them, how hard it will be for them to move on. But also, it made me realize how loved I am. How many friends I have. How… I am not the old “Deku” anymore. My name comes with a responsibility now. I am not just a flick of dust on my mother’s shelf. So I fought with Death itself. I fought and I won. It took me a while to find my old self again, but… here I am. Thank you, guys.”

“You know, I was never really worried for you.” Todoroki adds with a smile on his face. “You are Deku. There is nothing you can’t do. The same goes for Katsuki. You two are my symbols of peace and victory.”

“Amen!” Camie takes a big sip of her wine. “That’s my dude!”

“Sorry, Camie, I’m in a serious relationship with Yaomomo.”

“It’s just a phrase, dude, take a chill pill!”

“I don’t need a pill to get chill.” Todoroki shows his half frozen arm to make sure the blonde girl understands. Camie rolls down to the floor, laughing.

“Ahh, I can’t with all the lolz! You’re mad hilarious!”

Izuku takes a big sip of the alcoholic beverage he just got from Kaminari. Maybe that will help him decide if he wants to cry or laugh right now.

~•🥦•~

“Denki, you are awfully silent today.” You nudge the blond with your legs.

“It’s just… we never really talked about this, you know? That day. We talked about his injuries after he got better, we talked about his mental health, but never about that day. I…” Denki’s voice shakes and the room gets silent. “I froze that day. In the middle of the fight. It went something like that….”

~•⚡️•~

Kaminari was fighting on the sidelines with Shinsou; it was nothing but a few, relative weak mates of the main gang who were fighting with Deku.

Easy-peasy it was.

Until, it was not.

“The number one is down, the villain is on the loose, fuck, we are loosing them!” Comes the voice of a guy in the headquarters.

Kaminari saw white. And red. Then white again. The world spun.

This is not real, this is not…

“I can’t see anything from the dust! The building is down!”

“Anyone has eyes on Deku?!”

“I think he’s under the building!”

“The kid… I have the kid!” A young voice cried into the microphone. “He saved the kid, he…”

“Dynamight, do you have eyes on the target? Dynamight! Any intel on the area?”

“Dynamight is out of combat.” That was Eijirou. He sounded shaken up. He’ll never forget that voice. “Deku… Deku is our main priority!”

“But the villain…”

“I don’t give a single flying fuck right now!” Kaminari heard the sound of the rumble being thrown around haphazardly. “Izuku is dying under the fucking rumble! We need to save him!”

“Red Riot…”

“Red Riot is out.” After a loud screeching sound there was silence. Kaminari’s knees hit the floor.

“Kaminari… fuck’s sake, KAMINARI!” Someone yelled. It was a deep, usually soothing sound… oh… Hitoshi. “Denki, wake the fuck up, they are about to arrive! We need to fight!”

A sound of a slap. Pain. A stern voice. Silence.

“Why?” Kaminari asked.

“For Deku.” The voice wavered. Kaminari opened his eyes. There were tears. His own and… Hitoshi’s.

For the first time since they lived together… Kaminari saw Hitoshi crying.

“For Deku.”

~•⚡️•~

“Jesus, my dude, I thought this is a celebration, not a fucking commemoration.” Hawks (OHMYFUCKINGGOD?!) rolls in in a fancy golden suit which is somehow gorgeous and disgusting at the same time.

“Hey there, my friend!” Tokoyami, who’s been sitting in the furthest corner, perks up at the sight. Oh, you completely missed him when you walked in. How the hell did you miss a guy with a bird head?!

“Aren’t you a bit old for this suit?” Katsuki grins up at the new addition to the reunion.

“Ahh, I age like wine, blondie. Also, I do whatever the fuck I want now.”

“BONJOUR! I’m late!” Aoyama waltzes in with a massive plate of cheese. You have to hide your eyes from all the twinkling as the light catches on his glittery suit.

“When are you not?” Katsuki grumbles with a pout.

“Ahh, come on now, have some cheese!” Katsuki gets force-fed a piece of cheese. Aoyama’s face explodes just a second later. “Hm. Smoked cheese, IZUKU! Try it!” Aoyama taps his hair a few times to make sure his fabulous mane did not catch on fire then moves towards your partner to pop a piece of the melted cheese into his mouth. “You have one too, honeybun, you look hungry.”

The cheese… tastes nice. A bit warm with a hint of… caramel? Uhm. What the fuck is happening right now?

“Well, please don’t mind me asking but… you need a third in your bed? I’m quite versatile.” Aoyama stares at Izuku’s chest, completely unashamed.

“Try to say that to his face instead of staring at the poor guy’s nipples, maybe that will work?” Kaminari pipes in, looking a little bit less pale now.

“Impossible, Monsieur.” Aoyama sighs. “Can I touch?”

“Hell fucking no.”

Oops. That just came out. You get a proud smile from Katsuki.

“Oh, excuse moaaaah. I’ll sit down now. Silly me.” Aoyama giggles as he takes a seat next to a completely wet Mineta who somehow got out of the water.

“That’s sexual harassment, dude. Not good.” He mutters to the twinkling blond. Katsuki laughs.

“Wow, I’ve never thought I’ll hear this from the fucker.”

“He did try to flirt with Y/N though, don’t give him too much credit.” Eijirou adds with a protective glance towards you.

“Hey, I just stated facts!”

“Fair point, she’s a real babe, isn’t she?” Hawks teases but he looses his footing as black whip crawls around his legs. “Alright, alright, calm down, lover boy!”

“I can’t help it.” Izuku confesses. “If it’s not me, it’s the other wielders. Sometimes I wonder if they love her just as much as I do.”

“Your lady has her own harem in your head, how lucky!” Mineta looks at you with pure respect.

“Interesting.” Todoroki mutters with a straight face.

“Now are we getting a fashion show, Deku, or did I come here for nothing?” The empty space next to Katsuki speaks up… and everyone gawks at it.

“STOP SHOWING UP TO EVERYTHING NAKED YOU FUCKING WEIRDO!” Katsuki throws his blazer on the giggling hero.

“Hagakure-san, your modesty! Think about your modesty!” Iida’s arms move up and down then right to left; he looks like he’s trying to make some kind of weird robot dance which Camie is quick to point out right away.

“Tooru, we talked about this.” Ojiro, whose tail is being played by Kaminari sighs. “You said you are going to be late.”

“I was late! 1 minute late!” Hagakure snickers as Yaomomo makes some clothing for her.

“You guys have changed… for the worse.” Izuku smiles at his friends, absolutely not surprised.

Just as he manages to finish the sentence, Tsuyu-chan’s tongue darts out towards the fake sea and comes back with some… seaweed?

“Tsuyu-Chan, not again!”

The seaweed plops on the top of the table. The sound is disgusting.

At the same time, the door opens to Tamaki and Mirio.

“Wrong timing?” The louder one of the pair grins as they make their way towards the table. “Nejire is in Thailand but she sends her regards!”

“I name him Pierre.” Aoyama smiles at the green haired hero.

“I will take Pierre for my next fight. Thank you for your service, Tsuyu-Chan.” Tamaki plops the wet, slimy thing into his suit pocket. It makes a squishy sound as it gets tucked in.

There is silence once again.

“Y'all are a bit cringe , but honestly, it's lowkey iconic." Camie stares at the group of friends with a straight face.

“Period.” Kaminari smirks, proud of his companions.

“If someone needs lady towels, Yaomomo can make some.”

“Honey, that’s not…”

“Dude…”

“What? Periods are normal. I can also help with the cramps.” Todoroki adds proudly, showing off his hot side.

“Can you fucking stop being a walking green flag? It’s super annoying.” Sero mutters under his breath.

“Do I look green to you?”

“FUCKS SAKE!”

“I’m ordering another round of drinks.” Eijirou stands up and makes his way towards the bar.

“Bring some shots, too!” Mina chimes in as he takes a good look at the brain dead bunch.

“Two for me. Dark shadow is thirsty.”

“You can have mine, Dark shadow!” Kouda gives his drink to the creature who barely peaks out under Tokoyami’s jacket. Dark shadow purrs.

“Sorry to interrupt but if I remember right, Dark shadow doesn’t like light, so… can we dim the fake sun a bit so he can join us?” You mutter, your whole face red because… well… you have ulterior motives.

“You want to pet him, don’t you.” Katsuki grins at you.

“Duh.” Izuku mutters into your hair as he leaves a tiny kiss on the top of your head, grinning back at his best friend while doing so. Or at least, you think. You can’t actually see it.

“Ready for the night mode?” The bartender chimes in and everyone cheers.

You manage to pet dark shadow. This is the best day of your life. You’ve also learnt that Tokoyami likes My Chemical romance, flying through the sky during blood moon and also likes gothic fashion accessories. Kyouka invited you both to her next moon watching party. She said she’ll play the “good old EMO tunes” on her guitar for Tokoyami if he comes. Tokoyami said he’ll bring his own guitar so she can play her favorite; the bass. Then the moon watching ended up with the old class A band deciding to make a surprise concert in the big park before doing the moon watching party.

Hell, you love your life.

~•🥦•~

“Come on, little chicks, time to go home!” Hawks smiles at the group of half asleep people. “Tokoyami-kun, mind getting Mineta off the ceiling?”

Tonight was fun. Some people had a bit more to drink than they can handle, while some stayed completely sober; then there are a few people who had just enough to feel the buzz but not enough to make them incapable to work the next day.

You take a good look at your table; Katsuki, funnily enough, is one of the people who went a bit past their limit, but you are quite sure no one but you, Eijirou and Deku would be able to spot the difference in his behavior. He’s still his grumpy, old self, but his body leans towards Eijirou and is more approachable than usual, then sometimes, he smiles to himself like he’s actually happy to be with his friends once again. His cheeks are flush in an adorable way and his ears have a slight tint of pink as well.

Kyouka and Mina are utterly wasted. Kyouka is sprawled out in your lap right now, like she’s trying to make up for all the time you guys couldn’t meet up due to her being on a mission abroad. Mina is busy bugging Eijirou about some silly gossip she’d heard about someone on their team; her words are slurred, her motions clumsy but Eijirou, who’s slightly buzzed right now, enjoys the word vomit and the slight, friendly touches for his old crush from middle school.

“It was really short-lived but really precious. I’m glad I’ve never told her about my feelings. I would have hated to lose her as a friend.” Eijirou once said during one of your evening meet ups. You get that.

Needless to say, Mineta and Aoyama are also wasted, if Mineta hanging from the ceiling wasn’t a good enough of a hint, Koda, Shouji, Tokoyami, Yaomomo, Todoroki and Asui had one long drink and one shot with the team but stayed on the good side otherwise, Sero and Kaminari are wasted as usual with a buzzed and grumpy Hitoshi in their ass, Mirio and Tamaki look relatively well, both trying to help with getting everyone home safe even though Tamaki has a slight wobbliness to him. Camie left a few hours ago for another party. You have no idea how she has so much energy.

Ochako, Izuku and you are… well, probably in the buzzed state, Izuku slowly moving into the “team of the doomed” as we speak. Apparently, Sato can’t get drunk properly as alcoholic drinks have a lot of sugar in them and they only make him stronger and more vigilant. So basically, he gets a massive headache the next day but doesn’t get the negative effects of the alcohol thanks to his quirk. Fascinating.

“I’m surprised you are not shit drunk.” Katsuki mutters under his nose as he stares towards Hawks.

“I’ve changed a lot in the last few years. I still like the freedom and I still do whatever I want but… I’m kinda ready to just… settle, you know.” Hawks gives Katsuki a sad smile. “I’ve been controlled my whole life, I don’t want anyone nor anything to control me anymore. Alcohol makes me loose control.”

“I get that.” Katsuki slurs as Eijirou tries to give him a piggy back ride. “But don’t forget that when it comes to people… some of them deserve to have some control over you. Sometimes… giving the control to someone else for a few hours… takes some weight off your shoulders. Makes you feel… happy and stress-free.” Katsuki hides his face in Eijirou’s broad shoulders, already half-asleep. There is a weird kinda pain etched into Hawks’s face as he tries his best to answer.

Loneliness.

“I hope that one day, I’ll be able to understand what you just said.” He admits. “Also, your friend Mirko told me to say hi to you. She can’t wait to see you on the hero Gala this year.”

“Huh, I love that bitch.” Katsuki mutters into Eijirou’s back. “She should come over for my killer carrot cake.”

“She’d love that. See you next month, yeah? Wear something funky. It’s gonna be a big day for all of us.” Hawks smiles with a little more life in his eyes.

“I’ll wear fucking pink. I swear.”

“NO FUCKING WAY.” Mina yells as he stumbles towards the door.

“Wait and see, bitch.”

“Is everyone a bitch to you right now?” You giggle as you take in Katsuki’s disheveled appearance.

“Shut your mouth, Sweetloader.”

“Oi!” Deku suddenly stands up from his chair, wobbling a bit as he does so. “Wait, Sweetloader?”

“I mean, freeloader. Fuck, I’m drunk. Ei, take me home. I want to bake chocolate cookies.”

“You are not baking cookies at this state.” Eijirou laughs but makes his way towards the exit with him. “I did hide some from your last batch, knowing you’ll want to eat some, though.”

“I want to marry you.”

“I already said yes to that.”

“True. Hell yeah.”

The room erupts in laughter. Then slowly, everyone makes their way home.

“I’m so happy, Sweets.” Izuku mutters on the way home.

“Your friends are amazing.” You smile at your partner; once again, everything feels right and you can’t help but be giddy about it.

Life might give you a lot of hardships, but eventually, the good comes. It never rains forever.

“They are your friends too.” Izuku takes your phone out of your pocket to show you the several new messages in your phone. You are about to cry.

“Wow, they all messaged me! Look, even Camie did! Oh… I can’t understand what it says but her selfie is cute!”

“Not as cute as you are.”

“Oh, shush, you drunkard.” You giggle as you open your door, dragging the hero into his bathroom to force him to brush his teeth. Izuku turns around by the sink and puts his hands on your middle as he pulls you closer to hide his face in his favorite spot in your neck.

“I love when you manhandle me like that.”

Butterflies. Fucking butterflies.

“I don’t, my back hurts! You need to give me a back massage first thing in the morning. Or early afternoon, depending on how you are feeling.” You look at him with a grumpy pout; he kisses it off your face.

“The next hero gala is… in three months.” Izuku adds, suddenly looking as sober as ever.

“Yeah?”

“I want you to come with me. As my girlfriend.”

The bathroom is spinning. Is this what you think it is? Is this…

“You want me to… be there? On the red carpet? Make it… official?”

“I’ve hid you from the world for long enough. Did a really shitty job at that as well. It’s time for the world to know, Deku’s heart is taken.”

You can’t help the tears escaping your eyes.

“You mean that?” You ask, not sure it’s not just his drunk, emotional self talking right now.

“I already talked to Auntie about it. She’s happy to make our dresses so we match. Ahh, and she’s also making my dress for that Vogue photoshoot. I asked for a sheer shirt.” Izuku grins at your red face. This is too much. Just too much.

“I’m going to sleep. I cannot.”

“Brush your teeth first, you smell like booze!”

“So do you!”

Needless to say, you’ll buy three of that magazine issue when it finally comes out. One for your massive collection of Deku memorabilia, one for the living room, one for your bedroom and one to put up in a frame in a genkan for everyone to see.

Life is great. Oh hell, life is amazing.

… to be continued!

Potato ramble:

- I’m so sorry for being late, life has been as bad as always and I just wasn’t in the right mental space to post. But I’m relatively okay so don’t worry, this story will be finished soon! Well, if I ever stop writing more and more chapters… 26 was supposed to be the last chapter, now I’m writing the 29th which DEFINITELY WILL BE THE LAST CHAPTER! 😂 Then the KiriBaku extra will be the 30th, extra chapter. Unless I decide to write 500 other extra chapters because I can’t shut the hell up when it comes to this AU.

- I hope my little “fan art” made your day a bit. It’s my favorite art I’ve ever made! He’s so cute 😭💕 Even though he’s not the number one right now in the story so I fucked that up but let’s ignore that bit yeah haha

- Camie cracks me up. I absolutely loved writing her. Also, what the hell is this language, frfr no cap

- Todoroki is me in real life by the way. There was this one time when my friend came over to help me put my curtains up after I washed them and I told everyone at work about it but apparently I phrased it in a way that in slang means he did the cheeky with me and my asshole friends/colleagues decided to not tell me about it until 3 months later. The funniest part was that my friend also works at the same place so they all told him what I said but the asshole also kept silent about it because he had the best time of his life making fun of me. I hate young people. (No, I don’t.)

- I’ll be honest, this chapter is one of my favorites I’ve ever written. I don’t know why, probably because I can relate a lot to the random topic changes and as someone who’s been through hell in the last 3 years I can tell you that broken people do tend to jump between being all funny and crying 5 mins later then jump back to being funny because that’s literally what I do on a daily basis. So this chapter is really… a bit like me. All over the place but lovable if you give it a chance to understand it. Wow, Kit, so deep.

- I’ll shut up now, please let me know what you think!

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