Pyonpurin - けいう

TOBIO-CHAN ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ )

warm-hug hugs

school afternoons ☀️

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katsuki is trying really hard to maintain his nonchalant act throughout the day.

as soon as it hits 12am, he frowns at being woken up by texts from many of his friends wishing him happy birthday.

in the morning, his parents video call him to show the embarrassing childhood pictures they've kept. "congrats brat, you're old. let's have a proper celebration during the weekend," mitsuki grins. katsuki flips her off before ending the call.

walking through the halls, he hears "happy birthday, senpai!" "happy birthday, bakugou!" every few seconds. he merely grunts in response.

in the afternoon, he's stopped by all might, who asks to eat with him. they spend their lunch talking about katsuki's progress and well-being. "i'm very proud of you, bakugou-shounen. i wish you a wonderful birthday," all might utters softly. katsuki nods and excuses himself first.

he's the first to stand up when class ends, about to leave when he suddenly feels someone ruffle his hair. "happy birthday, problem child," aizawa sighs. "take better care of yourself, huh?"

when he reaches the dorms, he's surprised by confetti and cheers from class 2A, 2B, some students from shiketsu, and some of his alumni. they bring out a big cake and sing really loudly on purpose to embarrass him. everyone comes up to him and thanks him for all he's done and how much they've inspired him. katsuki leaves barely an hour into the party.

he rushes to his room and locks the door, ignoring denki's complaints of him being a 'party pooper'. he turns around and jumps at seeing izuku sitting by his bed with a present.

"oh," izuku blinks in surprise. "hi! i didn't expect you to be up here so early."

"izuku," katsuki jolts. "what the hell are you doing here? weren't you just downstairs?"

"well, i wanted to give you my gift personally," izuku laughs, "and your room seemed like my only chance of finding you alone." he walks up to katsuki, gives him the box, and envelops him into a tight hug. "happy birthday, kacchan. we've been through a lot together, haven't we?"

katsuki pauses before hugging back just as tightly, his vision clouding. "a bit overwhelming," he mumbles.

both of them know immediately what he's referring to: the genuine attention, affection, and admiration he's getting today. in the past, the wishes he'd get would be along the lines of 'you're going to grow into someone with the strongest quirk,' only ever noticing his capabilities and future potential, but never him.

this was his first birthday after the war, and also one of the first birthdays in a while where he's around people who truly care about him.

"everyone's just happy they could spend kacchan's birthday together like this," izuku hums, closing his eyes with a grateful sigh as he rubs katsuki's back soothingly. "me too. i'm really, really happy."

HELLO! This is my first time requesting so my apologies if I didn't do it right

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(Katsuki x insomniac!reader)

I love your writing style smm, so I was hoping you could write one where the reader is like an insomniac, staying up late to be chronically online and stuff and Katsuki tries to help her ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

I struggle with insomnia quite a bit, and I just stay up, scrolling through my phone or computer even if I don't have anything to do on there. And it's not like a one time thing either, it's like every night, and the only way I actually go to sleep is holding my plushies or listening to ASMR/or calming music, but it still takes quite a long time for it to kick in.

So I would love it if you could convey that in one of your oneshots!!

If you don't wish to go through with my request for any reason, no worries and I hope you have a good rest of your evening! (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

I wish you tons of love and good times all around, thank you for listening (∩˃o˂∩)♡

katsuki trying to help his insomniac partner

katsuki was writing down what was on the board, listening to what mister aizawa was teaching when he turned his head to see you nodding off. he glared, and checked to see when the teacher wasn’t looking, then reached over to push your shoulder.

you slowly turned toward him and pouted, quietly grumbling, “what?”

“pay attention. you’re not failing this test, idiot.” he scoffed, changing his attention to his paper and trying to solve the equation in front of him.

after a few minutes, he heard a loud thump to his left, and he sighed once he saw what happened, your hair was splayed out everywhere, your head lay on the desk, and your arms wrapped around your head, protecting it in some sort of way. he reached his arm out, not caring about the equation anymore, and wrapped his hand around your bicep, squeezing it, and small explosions landed on your arm, causing there to be a black mark on your uniform.

you swatted his hand away, seemingly wide awake when he whispered, “we’re talking after class.”

you retorted and laughed, “no shit, katsuki, we always talk after class.”

he rolled his eyes and scoffed, done with your antics. but when the time came, and the class was done, school was officially over for the day, he dragged you by your hand into your dorm.

once you set your bags down and yawned, he asked, crossing his arms after he took his clothes off and changed, “why the hell are you always so tired during the day? do you not sleep or some stupid shit like that?”

you shook your head and then nodded, a little confused about how to explain it with just signals. you spoke, “i have insomnia.”

his eyes widened. well, now he felt like an asshole.

he mumbled, “first off, you need to sleep quicker and easier. what do you think makes you calmer and more sleepy?”

“i think being around people i like makes me sleepy because i feel relaxed around them, like a comfort person. then i like listening to asmr, i love listening to soft taps and crunchy sounds! it’s so cool!” you exclaimed.

he rolled his eyes. he didn’t know what the fuck asmr was, but he assumed it helped, so he spoke, “sleep with me tonight, and we’ll put that asmr thing on.”

“really?” you asked, eyes shining with admiration. all he was worrying about was your phone, as you managed to check it around a hundred times a day, even when you weren’t supposed to. who knew what you would be like at night?

so when it came to be around eight at night, you found yourself in katsuki’s dim room, with his large television screen opened up to the youtube app. you complained, “why are we here so early, kats?”

he answered, “because i’m guessing you take a long time to sleep. put on your favorite channel and get in bed.”

he stripped off his shirt as you took control of the remote, typing in the letters of your favorite asmr channel before clicking on a video. you climbed into bed with katsuki and crawled closer to him, wanting to feel his warmth.

after a couple of minutes, you reached over to the nightstand to grab your phone when katsuki forced your hand down. he argued, “no phones past eight.”

you immediately tried to argue as well, “but—“

“go the hell to bed. no phones.” he kept his word, and eventually your eyes started to feel heavy.

you mumbled, digging your face deeper into his side, and around two hours later, after conversations, and switching through multiple videos, he finally felt your breathing evening, and he sighed.

although you had to wake up early in the morning, two hours preparing to sleep was better than many more hours. he smirked to himself, katsuki had to make this part of your nightly routine.

hi i hope this was realistic enough! i’m so glad you love my writing, you have no idea how much this affects me

"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?"

i can’t believe i missed this noooo but if you’re still taking requests can i have kageyama in a dress <3 if not congrats anyways yippee !! i love ur art

I surprisingly enjoyed drawing this a lot??? Tobio is wearing the outfit from Sua-Alien Stage

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Sorry guys for not posting here I always forget that, but I hope you enjoy this lil comic!