Burning Like The Sun

I can’t keep up with all the socials help, heres some geto doodles hehe ! I will try to keep up with all the platforms I use 😈

recently got a new drawing tablet (this is why fics have been coming out very very slow)

(i’ve referenced the pose for the hoshiumi drawing off a pinterest picture which had a user named ‘Tasutasu’ on tiktok. i searched up the name but i couldn’t find the account 😭 if anyone has it, send it through and ill edit this post)

1st post!! My brains rotting bc of him🌚

(not the best but im still learning digital art!!😢 i will get better tho, TRUST.)

sketch request: bug eyed izuku beloved, tiny boy

it's 2am and he's about to tell inko he threw up

i think as adults it’s our responsibility to be nice to kids and treat them with the respect we wish we got at that age and im not kidding or exaggerating in the least

"My assignment, sir," you say through a cheeky grin. Gently waving a sheet of paper before Midoriya as though tempting a cat to pounce.

The staffroom around you is silent and dusk creeps through the windows. If you focus your eyes, you can see stars peeking through the darkening sky. Realistically, you should head home soon if you have any hope of being conscious for teaching class tomorrow. But the concept of an early-night for either of you is far-fetched to begin with, you suppose.

Midoriya leans back in his chair and crosses his arms. You shift where you're perched on the edge of his desk as he considers you. He's surrounded by student assignments you know he's rushing to mark, each paper littered in red and green pen. But the chaos doesn't seem to bother him, and in all honesty, you can't remember the last time you saw the wood of his desk anyway.

"You missed the deadline," he replies dryly, arching an eyebrow.

Tipping your head down in faux remorse, you trace a fingertip on the corner of his desk.

"Perhaps you could make an exception," your finger shifts the papers slightly and you spy a bright green smiley face scrawled on the corner of an assignment. You barely smother the smile threatening your face. "Just this once?"

Midoriya hums lightly and you peek at him. Large black frames sit low on his nose bridge, and the pronounced curve of his jaw has your stomach already twisting itself into knots.

"Let me see." Midoriya holds out his hand expectantly and you pass over your paper.

"I worked extra hard on it," you lilt, watching how his eyes skim over your writing.

It's a stone-faced lie, of course—the paper is covered in haphazardly scribbled puns and shitty dad jokes you stole from reddit, seeing how you've spent the past twenty minutes procrastinating your own marking. The corner of his mouth twitches up as he reads through them.

"I'm not sure I can tell," he murmurs, eyes flicking up to meet yours briefly.

You feign confusion, leaning over to peer at the paper he's holding.

"Ah, silly me!" you gasp, shaking your head. "I must've given you the wrong paper."

Twisting on your perch, you glance around his desk and mindlessly shuffle various papers and stationary out of the way in your search.

"Hmm, where did I put it?"

You brace a hand on Midoriya's thigh, feeling the muscles twitch under your grip, and lean over to inspect under his desk.

"Maybe I dropped it..." you mutter, slowly rolling his chair away and sinking to your knees to get a better look. Midoriya inhales. "I was positive it was here somewhere."

Sitting back on your haunches after a moment, which is a precarious act in your heels, you stop your pretend search and glance up at him.

Midoriya's hands are still clutching the collection of your plagiarised jokes and he's just barely staring over the top of it like you've grown another head. His leg jerks instinctively when you touch his knees, teasingly sliding your hands up his thighs. Midoriya flushes, face contorting in alarm.

Fighting down a smile, you instead widen your eyes and pout, mentally psyching yourself up for the cheesy line you watched in a movie last night—the line that sparked this whole idea.

"Is there any other way I can make it up to you?"

Your Hinata>>>

Thank you so much 🫶🏼

I especially love this one ☀️

midoriya-sensei art dump

⋆˙⟡ Breathless. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⟡⋆˙

⋆.˚✮ Valentine’s Day story 8/14 ✮˚.⋆

Warnings; swearing.

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Enjoy my lovelies ✧˖°.

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What was a good way to describe how you left Izuku?

Breathless.

You were gorgeous, so so so sweet, and had the most pure heart. You were talented, drawing people in with your passion for what you loved, whether that be music, art, writing, or whatever else you may be interested in, Izuku loved how you were.

He often spaced out in class thinking about you, gazing at your soft hair and gentle eyes. You had no idea just how much this boy admired you. He practiced drawing you in his notebook, each wave of your hair, each curve of your face, everything.

Izuku knew his feelings were silly, he’d never truly felt love before, but he just knew this is what it was. It wasn’t some silly crush- no no no. He’d had a few crushes on a few boys from middle school, but none of them compared to his feelings for you.

Izuku would stay up late on the phone with you,

“You think? Dude, I’ve never even thought about it that way” you mumbled, looking up at the ceiling as your phone laid next to your head. Izuku’s soft laughter came in from the other side “I know right? I’ve gotten that reaction quite a few times, I know it’s nerdy.” You sighed and smiled softly. “Just cause it’s nerdy, doesn’t mean it isn’t invalid.”

going out to the arcades with you;

“Woah! You’re so good at DDR Midoriya!” You gushed with wide eyes, gaping as Izuku’s feet tapped against the colored squares on the DDR pad. “Go Midoriya!” You laughed and cheered, making the boy’s heart race at seeing your smile.

He’d even been vulnerable with you.

Izuku looked up at the stars, curfew long passed and most of the dorm asleep. You padded out and looked over at him “can’t sleep?” You asked softly. Izuku sighed and ran a hand through his messy curls. “You could say that” he said softly. You could sense the tension in the air, so you being the considerate and kind person you were, you gently wrapped him in a hug, which he reciprocated. Izuku let out a soft sigh and felt a few silent tears slide down his cheeks. “Thank you..” he whispered quietly.

The point was, Izuku was attached, his heart clinging to your smile, your laugh, your skills and your friendship with him.

You were so..amazing.

Izuku felt like he was leagues behind you, like he had to over-compensate, and that he did.

The boys were sparring out in the grass, the sky was dark and cloudy, the air cool against their hot skin.

Izuku looked up at the clouds and frowned. He didn’t want to get sick if it started to rain, and the thunder rumbling in the background didn’t seem to ease his worries.

You sat on the steps with Tsu and Uraraka, watching as the boys wrestled, cheering for them.

Izuku smiled sweetly as he saw you, however, he felt a drop of rain hit his skin, then another, then a third, until it was pouring. He shuddered as the cool water fell onto his skin.

“Guys! We should go in! We could get sick!” Izuku called to the boys, who were now slipping on the growingly wet ground.

Kaminari laughed, Bakugou groaning in disdain as the rain pelted him “fuck off Deku. I’m not letting some shitty rain stop me from kicking dunce face’s ass! Don’t be a pussy!”

Izuku blushed embarrassedly and looked over to you, who looked unimpressed with Bakugous words. He didn’t want to stay out in the rain, but with none of the other boys- not even Bakugou -going inside, he decided to follow the crowd to seem tough like them.

He definitely regretted that.

Izuku sighed softly as you blotted his forehead dry, his hair slightly sticking to his sweaty skin. “I’m sorry Y/n” he mumbled, his nose stuffy and voice nasally.

You sighed and smiled, shaking your head “it’s okay Midoriya, I know how dedicated you are to your training. Just, try not to get soaking wet in the cold rain next time, okay?”

He nodded and blushed as you gently cupped his cheek, tilting his face up to gently wipe away the sweat from his feverish skin.

In his hazy-ish, state of having a fever, his brain thought it acceptable to look up at you and smile softly, words slipping out before he could stop them “you’re..you’re amazing..Y/n..” he said before letting out a few nasty coughs.

You blushed a little and smiled, feeling a small flutter in your chest “aw..thank you Midoriya-“

“Izuku.”

“H-huh?” You paused your motions and cocked your head to the side. Izuku looked at you with furrowed brows. “Call me Izuku” he clarified.

Your eyes widened slightly and you felt heat crawl up to your ears “wait- that’s like..intimate..right? First name usage I mean..” you said as you tucked some of your hair behind your ear, looking away as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt.

Izuku nodded, smiling softly at your shy demeanor “I..I want to be closer with you..Y/n..I want you to use my first name..please..?”

You swallowed dryly, before smiling a little at him. “Alright…if you say so..Izuku”

His eyes widened and his heart raced in his chest.

God, there it was again.

That feeling you always gave him. That feeling of love and adoration.

The feeling of being breathless.

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I would have gotten this out sooner if I wasn’t being a nerd and trying to figure out how heavy the steel beam Izuku was lifting during his fight with Gentle Criminal was. Spoiler alert, 1,933.34 lbs - 2,400 lbs. you’re welcome.

letter to theo by vincent van gogh