Chapter 26 - Deku The Rebel.

Chapter 26 - Deku The Rebel.

Chapter 26 - Deku the rebel.

Summary: Y/N spends the night in Izuku’s office. Then Izuku gets a parcel and goes berserk. Well, life is too short to not get your nipples pierced, right?!

(Please, don’t get your nipples pierced unless you genuinely feel like you want them. - Kit)

Warnings: Mentions of the cheeky thanks to Reader, big ass needles, two of them. Swear words. Bakugou and Deku holding hands?! WHAT IS THIS SHENANIGAN

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Izuku is completely back in business now…. Which is lovely, really… but you really miss having him around all day; drawing without him judging every single shade of yellow in All Might’s costume is just way too boring.

“When are you coming home?” You moan into the phone, as you stare at your boyfriend through the screen because of course you are video calling, even though you’ve seen each other just a few hours ago.

“Well, I’ll be really late today…” Izuku mumbles as he shoves the rest of his bento into his mouth. There is something really cute about the way he speaks with his mouth full, his two cheeks poking out like a little hamster’s as he tries to make a sentence. It’s disgusting and also… really domestic.

“Stop talking with food in your mouth, you fucking weirdo!” Katsuki yells in the background, his mouth also full with food by the sound of it. Eijirou giggles somewhere. Izuku rolls his eyes.

“But… I’m on holiday from tomorrow!” He smiles cheekily as you gawk at him.

“What?!”

“Hey, it was supposed to be a surprise! But you looked so sad I had to tell you now!”

“You are not leaving until your paperwork is done.” Katsuki sits down next to Izuku like he belongs there. Sometimes it feels like Izuku and Katsuki are a package deal and you are actually dating them both. Katsuki does not understand the word ‘privacy’. Also, Eijirou and Katsuki also comes as a package deal. So now you have a handsome, massive redhead staring at your tired face as well. Great. “My secretary has been bugging me for two weeks because you jump out of the window every time she knocks.

“I hate paperwork.” Izuku mutters.

“No, you don’t.” It’s Katsuki’s turn to roll his eyes now. “You love paperwork too much and you end up word-vomiting for hours and hours until the sun comes up the next day, but every time you do that your Sweets yells at you hence you hate doing them now.”

“Wow. You really do know me well.” Izuku looks at Katsuki with such wonder you almost get jealous. Then a lightbulb switches on in your brain.

“Actually, I’m kinda bored being at home.” You admit sheepishly. “Mind if I come over and do my work in your office? I really-really need to get out of here. I don’t mind sleeping on the office sofa tonight.” You sigh, utterly bored out of your mind.

“As you two like to live in each other’s fucking asshole twenty four seven, I guess the small size of the sofa won’t be a problem.” Katsuki gives Izuku a shit eating grin. Izuku gives him a side eye.

“Keep teasing me and your new cleaner will surely be traumatized when she sees the naughty state of YOUR office sofa…” Izuku keeps the eye contact with him, fired up, and he doesn’t even flinch when Katsuki smacks him on the head.

“Do anything inappropriate in my office and you are both dead. I’m really good at torturing, you know. Too good, actually.” Katsuki looks feral so you decide to step in before these two boys kill each other.

“Okay Katsuki, I get it, no doing the cheeky in the office, can I fucking come or not?!” You yell, half standing already. You are so ready to get out of this flat…

… so in an hour, you end up on Izuku’s office sofa. The sun goes down, the sound of the other heroes and staff members disappear.

Izuku is a different person here, in his personal workspace, illuminated by the shine of the moon and the artificial light coming from his laptop. He sits by the window and types and types and types, small wrinkles appearing on his forehead as he tries to recall every single detail of his last fight. He looks tired, fed up with the words, with all those minuscule details, but still, there is a weird happiness in his posture, like he knows that the reason he’s even able to be annoyed and fed up with this is a blessing; he could still be quirkless, he could have died when he was only 15, in the war that took so many, he could have died just a few months ago during that attack that ended his career for a while, yet here he is, tired and angry, angry at words instead of being angry at himself for not being good enough to make it as a hero. As tiring as it is, this is everything Izuku had ever wanted; being a hero and being someone’s number one. He is both, right now in this office that’s a bit too cold for it to be comfortable yet somehow his heart is warm, his soul content.

You should freak out by the fact how much you know this man in front of you; how a single glance can tell you a book worth of tales about how the other feels, how you can tell Izuku is thirsty from the way he keeps licking his lips and looking sideways, staring at the empty cup with want, how you can tell Izuku wants nothing but to be over with this so he can cuddle up next to you and exchange soft kisses until your tiny, content gasps became soft snores, how he craves to be with you right now but the fact that you are even in the same room as he fills him with so much joy he can barely contain it…

You smile to yourself under the comfy blanket Izuku has given you; you look like a sack of potatoes but a really cute one at that. You take a deep breath and push yourself up to refill that wretched cup before Izuku passes out of dehydration.

The office is silent; there is no music playing, no background noise, only some cars speeding past once in a while but somehow the silence isn’t uncomfortable; it feels right, like you are meant to be here, right by your lover’s side as he works into the night, clearly far away from the end of it. You could take your iPad out and draw; you could finish that silly fanfiction you started about pro hero Deku being your roommate but this silence is gold and you don’t want to ruin it by letting your mind go somewhere else instead of living in this moment, in this peace, in this perfect silence that makes you want to kneel down and put a ring on his finger, right here, right now, while his tired face is illuminated by that stupid blue light coming from his work laptop.

He is the one. You’ve never been more sure of anything. He is the person you’ll marry one day. He is the person you’ll drink tea with once you both get too old to do anything else with your spare time. It’s his hand you’ll take when the most important person comes for you to take you to heaven, hand in hand, fingers interlaced.

You’ll never touch another hand this way. Nothing will ever feel so right than being his second half.

Izuku drinks the water in one go. He doesn’t say thank you, doesn’t say anything, hell, he doesn’t even look at you as he stands up from his chair and makes his way to the sofa.

Normally, you would ask what’s wrong, but… you know him well enough to know there is nothing wrong at all, it’s quite the opposite; Izuku is as comfortable as he can be, he’s happy and sated albeit a little tired and probably has a plan to make this night even better.

Izuku pulls the sofa without a single word; it opens up into a small, cozy double bed. He shuts down his laptop and pulls out several other blankets and pillows from the in-built dresser on the side. He cuddles into the far corner of the sofa, one hand propped up on the arm, opens his phone and keeps typing. You stand in the middle of the room, a little bit disoriented from all the sudden movement, but after a few seconds you smile to yourself as you crawl into your perfect boyfriend’s arm, head resting on those solid but surprisingly comfortable pecks you love so much. You cover the both of you with the blankets, you snuggle into him like a baby koala and you both make a contented sigh, right at the same time.

You stay silent for a few more minutes, or maybe hours, you are not really sure but at one point, you can’t keep all these bubbling feelings inside and you explode; the words come out without a filter and while you probably should feel a little bit ashamed for not being able to contain yourself, in reality, saying it out wasn’t even necessary as your touch, the way you smile, the way your whole face lights up when you are with him says it all anyway; every day, every hour, every minute it’s written your face, your want, your dream, your plans…

You are just stating the obvious.

“I can’t wait to marry you, Izuku.” You mumble with zero shame, half asleep in those hard working, warm arms. “Having you is already a dream but I’m selfish. I want to be called the same name as you are. I want to become a part of you in every single way. I want to gnaw a heart shaped hole into your soul and make sure no one else but me can fit in it.”

Izuku doesn’t say anything. He keeps typing, with this stupid, lovesick smile on his face, a knowing, secretive smile that means no good but really, it’s probably something really fucking good because this man can not do anything wrong anymore when it comes to you, so you know whatever is in his head right now, whatever he’s hiding, it will all make sense eventually and will make butterflies erupt in your chest when the right time comes.

Izuku did not have to say a single word for you to know he feels the same way. It’s all written on his face and in the way his one arm tightens around you possessively.

“Once I feel worthy enough… I’ll make your dream come true.” He puts his phone down for a second to press his forehead into yours. “I’ll make you the happiest woman in this whole wide world.”

“You can’t.” You state confidently. “You can’t, because I already am.” You mumble as you close your eyes and drift off from all the warmth, in and out.

Izuku leaves a big smooch on your forehead then leans on the arm of the sofa once again.

“Good night, Sweets.”

The world becomes dark, but not uncomfortably so; because you know that even in the darkness, there is an arm around your waist, leading you towards a new kind of happiness you can’t even phantom yet.

As boring as today was, you’ll never forget this day; because today is the day when it finally clicks that you’ve made it to the right path; there is no right nor wrong from here, just one single road with no obstacles, a straight line leading to paradise… this moment, right here, right now… is what you can truly call “home”.

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A few days later

“Izuku, what is this parcel and why are you shaking like a leaf?!” You gawk at your boyfriend who’s sitting on the floor right now, half fucking naked, in his favorite pajama pants - obviously All Might themed and super soft to the touch - clawing at the small parcel with utter joy and some weird … joyous anxiety. If that’s even a thing. Apparently, it is.

“Oh, you’ll love this.” Izuku beams, then becomes downright lethargic. “At least I hope. I kinda got carried away already, it will break my heart if you don’t allow me to do this.”

You can’t help but laugh.

“Izu, I’m not your mother… does your mother know?” You ask with utter entertainment in your voice.

“My mom… would not allow it.” Izuku blushes like a child who’s been caught in the middle of a cheeky act. “She’ll need to deal with it.”

“Is this your first time rebelling against her?”

You giggle. Oh my god, Izuku is such a sweet guy, honest to god. He’s closer to 30 than to 20 yet he genuinely feels guilty. Oh, you love this man.

“If you don’t count my vigilante days, yes, it is.” He admits sheepishly.

The parcel opens. Inside, there a few pine green boxes inside. No name, no hints of their true nature, just boxes. Izuku opens one of them. Your eyes jump out of their sockets.

“Izuku, why did you get a ridiculous amount of… nipple shields?!”

“They are not just nipple shields! Look!” Izuku ushers you closer so you sit down next to him on the floor.

Taking a closer look, it really doesn’t look like a normal nipple shield. (Not like you’ve seen too many of them during your life.) As usual, there is a bump in the middle for the nipple, but on the two sides, there are two more empty hills. It’s also rock solid. There is a single, tiny button on the right side. You push the button like an idiot while the weird device rests in your palms and…

Now it’s stuck to you. Completely. You try to shake it off; nothing. You try to pull it away; nothing. Izuku is laying on the floor, rolling back and forth from the aggressive laughter that erupts from him. You are quite sure you look like that cat from that meme, where the interviewer asks him if he knows he’s a cat.

“Can you stop laughing your ass off and tell me what the actual hell is this?!”

Izuku blushes. Deeply.

“Uhm… they are nipple shields… because uhm…” He is about to explode. His face is red, there is smoke coming out of his ears… oh boy. “I might, or might not have an appointment to get my nipples pierced today…”

Reader’s thought get a little bit dirty here. Just a heads up

Izuku. With nipple piercings. Those beautiful pecks, nice and full and so so comfortable… those beautiful little buds, two small dots of jewelry shimmering in the moonlight on the two sides, gorgeous and tempting, asking for your attention as you get down to kiss them, to love them…

“Sweets, not on the carpet!!!!” Izuku yells as he pushes the empty parcel underneath your nose.

A small pool of blood splatters into the it.

Oh. “Wow I can’t believe you! You are the one who came up with this rule!” Izuku snickers as he takes your utterly pathetic state.

“Izuku, I need to take a good last look before we go.” You crawl closer to your boyfriend like a feral animal. “Let me love them one last time…”

“Sweets, we should probably get ready… oh fuck.” Izuku whimpers as his hand grabs the back of your head. He has no more words to say.

… needless to say, your legs hurt like hell, but it was worth it. Izuku’s naked buds were loved one last time.

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You can’t help but laugh at the scene in front of you.

Izuku is surrounded by not one, but two professional piercers, one on the each side.

Izuku is pale, terrified and utterly ashamed.

Why?

Because you are not only one who “had to see this.”

Katsuki and Eijirou are here too. Eijirou is streaming the whole thing into their friend group chat. Katsuki is streaming the whole thing to Melissa and Hatsume on a second device. The two piercers try their best not to laugh as Kaminari comments on every single thing. They are having the time of their lives.

“Also, I hope you won’t feel too bad after your piercing is done because we are having dinner tomorrow. Almost everyone is coming.”

“When was this decided?!” Izuku yelps as the piercers take the needles out.

“When Eijirou messaged me that you are getting your nipples pierced.” Kaminari laughs. “Dude, you were the last fucking person we thought will get anything like that! This is massive!”

“Seeing Izuku’s face right now, you might not have anything to see.” Eijirou adds as he takes in Izuku’s pale face.

“Don’t be a chicken, Deku.” Katsuki grins, clearly enjoying the terror on the green head’s face.

“I’ll be really mad if you made me invent those super cool nipple shields and you won’t even use them.” Melissa adds through Katsuki’s phone.

“You wanted it for so long, Izu, even if you change your mind you can always take them out.”

You also REALLY want him to get those piercings. But you can’t really say that because you are quite sure he would go through all this terror for you even if he doesn’t want it anymore.

“You are young, enjoy yourself.” One of the piercers adds with a smile. Izuku looks at him like he just grew another head.

“That’s a thick needle.” Izuku mutters, his voice unsteady. “I’ve never seen a needle this big before.”

Okay, something is wrong. Katsuki and you look each other with concern in your eyes.

“Deku-San… are you afraid of needles by any chance?” The second piercer, a lovely lady with black hair and several piercings on her face asks with an adorning smile on her face.

Yeah, you get it. Pro hero Deku is fucking precious.

“Am… am I?” Izuku stutters, pale as a sheet.

Everyone laughs… quietly.

“This is the best day of my life.” Kaminari adds. Izuku blushes.

You want to marry this adorable man.

You take one single look at Katsuki’s face; for the first time since you knew each other, he has an adorning smile on his face, the same one the piercer is wearing, but deeper. Izuku glances at Katsuki and for a second, then they just look at each other; the life comes back into Izuku’s face and he smiles at his best friend fondly.

You want to cry from this beautiful scene.

“Let’s get this shit done.” Izuku grins at the blond. Katsuki grins back.

“Want me to hold your hand, D-E-K-U?” Katsuki teases, making Izuku laugh wholeheartedly.

“Sure.”

You let them have their moment together; they deserve it. You might have secretly wanted to be the one holding his hand through it but seeing the genuine excitement on Katsuki’s face, you don’t have the heart to butt in. Katsuki’s phone ends up in your hand and you do your best to keep the video as steady as you can as the procedure goes forward; there is a loud scream as the needle goes through Izuku’s skin, but Katsuki looks paler than Deku which is quite funny to be honest.

“Katsuki doesn’t like big needles, either.” Eijirou whispers into your ears and you can’t help but giggle.

“Says the guy who needs to be blindfolded and distracted before getting an ear piercing because he hardens his skin every time the needle is about to penetrate.” Katsuki yells; you really like how Katsuki knows Eijirou so much that he didn’t even need to hear what was said to know what it was about.

“Yup. That’s also true.” Eijirou giggles then looks at Izuku who’s basically half asleep in the chair after all the “trauma”. “You okay there, bro?”

“Peachy… AUCH!” Izuku yells out once more when the barbell piercing is being put into place.

“WOW, that’s cool.” Katsuki mutters as he takes in the sight. Eijirou puts a tissue under your nose. Oh. Your nose is bleeding again.

Jesus, this is so much better that your daydreams.

The tissue gets replaced by two tampons by the lovely piercer lady. She takes the phone from you; oh, when did you start recording the floor? And aims the camera at you, making the whole team of heroes laugh hysterically. Then the camera is aimed at Izuku’s chest and the laughter ceases.

“Hell damn, bro.” Kaminari mutters with a blush on his face. Then you hear a slap and an “ouch.” “What’s your problem, Hitoshi?!”

“Behave yourself.” Comes a deep, grumpy voice. “Lookin’ sick, man. Lookin’ sick.”

“I feel violated by just looking at it.” Iida mutters, which is most probably a compliment…?

“Huh, the magazines will never let Izuku wear a top again.” Melissa giggles to herself.

“What if I make a piercing baby that shoots lasers? Or electrocutes when touched? A built in taser. A gps that can send signals about danger?”

“Hatsume, no!” Comes the answer from everyone, in unison. Everyone laughs. Well, Deku tries to laugh but then whimpers from the pain.

“Why…” Hatsume mutters, heartbroken.

The team of friends takes one good look at the new babies on Izuku’s skin then say their goodbyes to leave the green head to rest; they will be able to see it in real life tomorrow, anyway.

“Ready to go home, Izu-Izu?” You mutter as you swap your place with Katsuki who makes his way towards the two piercers to talk to them; you wouldn’t be surprised if Katsuki wants to have his own set in the future.

“I guess I don’t need to ask you if you like them.” Izuku giggles as he takes your hand and leaves a gentle kiss on it.

“Yeah, don’t ask.” You giggle as you help the hero up, not like he needs it, but it feels nice to take care of him.

“I’m a rebel now. I’m so happy.” Izuku adds with a giddy smile. He clearly needed this. It might sound stupid for some people but you absolutely get him.

“You are. And I love you for it.” You smile back, with butterflies in your tummy; it still doesn’t feel real. Not the piercing, but you and Izuku, as a pair, as lovers, as potential forever partners.

It also doesn’t feel real how your love just never changes; it’s constant and deep, only getting deeper as the time goes.

Life is great. Izuku is great. Katsuki and Eijirou are great.

Hell, you are so fucking happy right now; you might jump out of your skin and start break dancing on the ceiling.

Finally… almost everything is back to normal.

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Potato ramble:

- I’m like… 100% sure I’m the only one who’s excited about Izuku getting his nipples pierced. I’m sorry. But it had to be done.

- I’ve done fucking research for this shit, please don’t kill me. One thing for sure, I really need to loose my mind to ever get my nipples done after seeing how it’s done. I am still shivering.

- I only have the last chapter to write now, I’m heartbroken! It’s so hard to say goodbye to this story. It has been with me for so long and my whole life changed upside down since I started it and it’s just… really weird that it’s over, you know?

- I don’t really know what else to say. My life has been full of random ass plotwists as always but I’m getting to a point when I don’t even care anymore. My bestie said if my life would be written as a book, it would be a bestseller. Thanks, bestie. Laugh at my misery! (Joking, she’s been with me through it all, so it’s kinda her life as well at this point LOL sucks to be you buddy)

- There is an anime con in Brighton tomorrow. It usually sucks so I don’t have high hopes but if I find some good stuff I’ll post to you guys about it! I’m also going to the anime con in Budapest called MondoCon in May to see the band who plays the songs in Given, my second fav anime. IM SO EXCITED GUYS!!! Oh, I’m also going to MCM Comic con in London, which is also in May so if you guys are going too, let me know! I’ll be going with my bestie on Saturday! (Don’t ask me how I will cope with such a busy month, that’s a problem for another day.)

- Tell me your thoughts! Let me hear them! 💕

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“Take me back to that summer in Brazil playing beach volleyball.” 4 missed calls.

In a language he doesn't call his own but feels like home he leaves voicemails for her. He clears his throat, and says his piece. He knows he should be loving his girlfriend here in Japan, but he's too addicted to the taste of brigadeiros and pavé in her mouth. Brazil warmed his senses up to a new style of play and a new way to love.

He looks at the clock on his wall, it’s a perfect 12 hour time difference. He’s going to bed, she just had lunch. She never calls him back though. She only texts through Whatsapp when she has the time to properly respond, around midnight her time and lunchtime for him.

“I know it's been a while and I haven’t reached out.” 12 missed calls.

She showed him around Rio when no one else could. She was the one who ended up having to endure him when he underwent his first really bad sunburn. He remembers the way she laughed at him for forgetting sunscreen, “tão burro” she kept repeating while rubbing aloe vera on his shoulders. He remembers whining so much that she poked him in the forehead before putting her hands on her hips and chastising him in her Portuguese that was just way too fast for him to catch any of the words.

He had to meekly apologize with a pout, and she forgave him with a kiss.

Maybe that’s why he still sometimes forgot to put on sunscreen when he was playing volleyball.

“Thought I’d regret you like a teenage tattoo but I miss you, baby what can I do?” 14 missed calls.

In Brazil Hinata only got good at swimming because she loved to swim. And because she wore the best swimsuits, but that’s not his only sole reason for getting into swimming. She could swim circles around him, but he still had fun treading the water.

Sometimes, she liked to duck down into the water and tug on his legs. The first time she did that, Hinata thought he would die and that the tug was a result of a shark. The way she just curled into herself and giggled when she popped out of the water and observed his reaction was unparalleled by any other prank he’d gone through. Her joy at his pain was unusual but also intriguing.

Those little games, sometimes back and forth, but mostly her playing them on him was something he missed when he got back to Japan. When he got back, he went into his apartment expecting her to be dancing samba in the living room to afrobeat music. When she wasn’t there, a pang of melancholy strung at his heart. His home here was less alive.

“Why do I shiver thinking about you?” 17 missed calls.

No matter how much his friends and family compared him to the sun, he still thought that he paled in comparison to her. Bright, loud, and glad to be doing her own thing.

There’s always the possibility that he developed some sort of codependency on her. Despite her free-spirit and slightly loner dependencies, Hinata stuck to her like glue. When she would try and slink off into the night to go clubbing, he would bring her in and make traditional Japanese dishes for her to try. Hinata introduced Oikawa to her, which may have been a problem, but she didn’t seem to enjoy Oikawa’s overwhelming embrace of machismo culture. She liked Hinata’s gentle and silent strength over a boastful, loud power.

A guiding hand on her waist rather than pulling her along by the hand. A kiss to the shoulder instead of tearing her away from her conversations for a breathless kiss. Early morning texts to say good morning instead of late night, ‘you up?’ messages. Hinata was everything she wanted, or so Hinata thought.

Apparently, going on three dates in a row wasn’t considered an exclusive relationship to her. So when Hinata saw her with a different guy on the beach, using his towel that she always lent him, tucking her hair behind her ear the way he was supposed to, Hinata didn’t know how else to react.

Throwing a volleyball at the back of the guy’s head was probably not the right move to make, but it was the move he made. The other man just rubbed the back of his head, saying that ‘estrangeiros’ were always a little too obsessed with fine Brazilian women. She just smacked Hinata upside the head, but when he looked at her with sad eyes and with his bottom lip just a little jutted out, she ran a hand through his hair and brought him into an open mouth kiss.

He did have to apologize to her other date, and he ended the conversation by saying that she was still off limits.

“You're still the one I’m thinking about.” 20 missed calls.

Hinata was tired now. It was one in the morning and he was leaving her messages while he laid in bed waiting for sleep to finally take him. Was he desperate? Likely and affirmatively yes.

She told Hinata that long-distance wouldn’t work out, and that he should enjoy finding other people to date back at his home country. He wanted to argue with her, but she said it was final.

She was just there for a while, embracing him in his time in Brazil, and then since he was leaving, she would become merely a part of his memories. Her ease of farewells ripped his heart out. He wished she would’ve fought for them more, fought for him more. But you can’t ask people to stay who don’t want to stay of their own will. So he left, and she said good luck.

When he went back to Japan, he was worried about her. So he did ask Oikawa to check in on her and make sure she was doing okay. Then when Oikawa would send occasional pictures of them at the beach, with their tongues sticking out and hair wet from the ocean water, Hinata wanted nothing more than to be back in Brazil enjoying life. Oikawa would send other photos too, with her permission, ones where Oikawa caught her surfing a wave with practiced skill and ease of enjoyment for the activity, or when she was just laying on the sand stretching in the warmth of the sky.

They were friendly, sending messages frequently during the weeks of his initial return. Then as the months went on, there was less connecting the two, she didn’t respond to messages that quickly. She didn’t update him on life back in Brazil, and he stopped giving her play-by plays of all the games he participated in and who he had met up with.

He got a Japanese girlfriend, and she was nice. But she wasn’t the girl he wanted to go home to everynight.

“Maybe I still want something about you?” 26 missed calls.

There was a saying, from some American poet, someone he learned about but entirely forgot. The saying talked about the influence of yearning. It is the worst poison, best medicine, and key to so many doors.

He was out and about, looking for some lunch now. His sleep was restless. Maybe a fruit sando would be the best solution to the hunger pangs in his stomach. Exchanging cash for the food, he sits outside on the patio, unwrapping the foil and taking a bite.

She finally responded when the time neared midnight in her timezone, texting him. She asked if he knew what he was doing. She asked if he was inebriated last night. She asked if he was still dating his girlfriend. She said that if he was still dating her then he wasn’t being nice. She said she would never date someone who cheats. Hinata screenshots his text exchange with his newly ex-girlfriend.

She sends an eye roll emoji.

He smiles.

Midnight in Brazil. 0 missed calls. One incoming call.

3 months ago
pyonpurin - けいう

burning like the sun

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oh, to fly with you again

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Bakugou Leaning Against The Frame Of The Doorway (lick Lick Lick Lick)

Bakugou leaning against the frame of the doorway (lick lick lick lick)

Aged up! Bakugou x Fem! Reader

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You were laying in your bed, knees bend as your back was against your headboard. You were reading a book Ochako had lent you saying “it has a relatable MC” which lead you to where you were.

Your phone was buzzing but you figured it was a group chat you were in; man were you wrong. It was your fiancée coming home from work.

Suki:

Hey ma, what do you want for dinner?

Suki:

Mama.

Suki:

Hey.

Suki:

I’m getting spicy ramen.

Suki:

Ma this ain’t funny?

Suki:

y/n??

At this point you were to engulfed in your book to even care, you just let it buzz. Ochako was right, the main character was relatable.

The second you were done with the chapter you heard the door swing open. You put your book down but before you could get up, you heard running. Thumping as Katsuki ran through the house to your shared bedroom. Scared you jump back ready to fight whoever it was till the door swung open. Reveling an anxious, cold sweat faced Katsuki in the door way.

“What the-“ you raised a brow and let out a sigh. “Why are you running?” You asked. “Why aren’t you pickin up the phone.” You saw the vein in his forehead pop. Fuck.

You picked up your phone off your nightstand and turned it on to have it flash the wallpaper you set of a cute photo you took of katsuki; and a whole line of messages from your fiancée who was still standing in the doorway.

“I was reading my book and I put it on silence..” you half lied so he wouldn’t yell at you.

“Ah whatever.” He said, and that’s when it happened. He gripped the top of the door frame and leaned forward a bit. His eyes closed as his head tilted.

He was still in his hero costume; still dirty from the day he had but that didn’t stop you from slowly creeping over to him.

“Hey mama..” he said his eyes still closed yet still feeling your warm presence. “Hi ‘suki” you bring your hand up to caress his cheek, going over the big scar he got from the war that took place while still in high school. “I love the way you lean..” you whisper, soft and seductive. “That so?” He opened his eyes and leaned his forehead on your giving your nose a little kiss. “Mhm.” You say still holding his face in your hands.

“I brought home ramen.” He interrupted before anything happened. This caused you to laugh. “What woman I did?” He said confused. “Oh Katsuki-“ you continued to laugh at his dumbfounded face. “Whatever I’m going to eat” he said spinning on his heel and walking away leaving you a laughing mess. “No- HAHA NO KAT IM SORRY.” You said chasing after him, jumping on his back. he grabbed under your thighs lifting you higher on his back ending up giving you a piggy back ride to the kitchen.

“You’re so high maintenance.”

After that you kept your phone on; and looked at it Everytime it buzzed. Just in case it was your fiancée.

3 months ago
I Can’t Keep Up With All The Socials Help, Heres Some Geto Doodles Hehe ! I Will Try To Keep Up With
I Can’t Keep Up With All The Socials Help, Heres Some Geto Doodles Hehe ! I Will Try To Keep Up With

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 😈

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Kiss It Better

kiss it better

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Happy Birthday Katsuki Bakugou, Our Number One Hero💥💥💥

Happy birthday Katsuki Bakugou, our number one hero💥💥💥

2 months ago
The Wingless Crows

the wingless crows

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