"My Assignment, Sir," You Say Through A Cheeky Grin. Gently Waving A Sheet Of Paper Before Midoriya As

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.~•*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was gonna be hell.

Some weeks later .~•*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The two of you were going to solve this case.

.~•*

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

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

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

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

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

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

You glanced up at his face and sighed “Sit”

Maybe a little progress?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Huh..

Weird.

.~•*

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

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

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

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

He’d never seen you smile before.

Never heard you laugh before.

But he could really get used to that sound.

.~•*

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

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

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

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

What was this feeling..?

.~•*

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

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

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

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

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

You shook away those thoughts before sighing.

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

“Y/n”

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

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

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

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

The streets were silent..

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh boy..

More months later.~•*

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

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

.~•*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They brought justice to the victim.

.~•*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah..you’re right.”

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

Chapter 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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IZUKU MIDORIYA WORKS.

nsfw and dark content included in works, not suitable for a younger audience, continue with caution.

status; on-going.

black whip experiments ┆nsfw content ┆thoughts on ++ a drabble of izuku using black whip in bed .

interrupted patrol ┆nsfw content ┆izuku stops in on his hero patrol for a little ' visit ' after you end up bratting off a bit too much for his liking .

built patience ┆nsfw content ┆ izuku decides it's time to knock you down a small peg after you continue to run your mouth ... pushing his buttons in result.

adrenaline rush ┆nsfw content ┆villain! izuku needs an adrenaline rush ... what's a better way than using you ? which is how you ended up tied up at his mercy and his sharp new blade on your skin.

public instances ┆nsfw content ┆izuku has set a new plan into motion ... to make you cum over his fingers all while on the public train together.

virgin! izuku ┆ nsfw content ┆ thoughts about dry humping with virgin izuku.

professor izuku! ( i. ) ┆ suggestive content ┆ some thoughts about professor izuku nd visiting him on his break.

valentines morning ┆in which izuku sleepily tells you he loves you for the first time … making the occasion be on valentines day morning . ┆ 2023 valentines day special !

always and forever ┆in which izuku comforts you and reminds you how much and how long he'll always love you , even if you're not feeling your highest .

⁀➷ TALK TOO MUCH | I. MIDORIYA

warnings. none. it's just pure fluff!

pairings. izuku midoriya x flirty!gn!reader

767 | Izuku Midoriya talks way too much but you shut him up in the best way you know how.

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The common room buzzed with the sound of your classmates unwinding after another grueling day of training. Izuku was in his own world, pacing animatedly in front of the couch, hands flying in every direction as he analyzed the latest hero battle footage on the TV. A clip of endeavor's most recent battle replies on the screen, the reporter adding their own analysis, and Izuku visibly brightens.

"Here! Right there! Endeavor uses his Jet Burn to counter that villain's quirk, but you can see here. He's already calculated its trajectory based on—"

You sat slouched on the couch, one hand propping up your chin while the other clutched a glass of water. Ice cubes already melted, condensation cool against your hand. For the first few minutes, you'd been nodding, offering a few hums and quick "wows" to keep Izuku going, but at this point, your brain was mush.

You love Izuku, there's no doubt in your mind about it, but sometimes after none stop lectures and rigorous training, you just want a bit of peace. You'd think he'd be the same. You sneak a glance at the boy again and he smiles impossibly brighter at you (much to your dismay).

Despite your short-lived responses, Izuku wasn't slowing down. No, infact, he was ramping up, spiraling into a second analysis of yet another fight as the news anchor praises the number two hero, Hawks, this time.

Izuku waves the TV remote animatedly in the air using it as a makeshift pointer as he rambles on.

"Midoriya," you said, your tone calm but firm. He didn't hear you or maybe he did but assumed it wasn't important enough to stop just yet. "And if you think about how his quirk output works in tune with Hawks', it just makes—"

"Izuku." This time, louder with a bit more demand.

He glances your way for a split second, green eyes wide with remorse and a faint red tinting his freckled cheeks, but his train of thought was unstoppable, barreling ahead without a second to spare.

"—you can see how they predicted each other's moves! It's just incredible how—"

That was it. You didn't think; you acted. With one smooth motion, you stood up and grabbed the front of his shirt yanking him down to you. His big green eyes went impossibly wider, his words freezing mid-sentence as your lips pressed firmly against his.

The world seemed to stop. The remote to the TV slipped from his hands, clattering to the floor with a loud thud, but neither of you noticed. To absorbed in the way his lips molded perfectly to yours. How his hands trembled before cautiously resting them on your waist. His breath hitched against your mouth, and for once, Izuku Midoriya was left utterly and completely speechless.

You pulled back slightly, lips brushing his as you smile,

"There. Much better."

Izuku's face was on fire, his freckles practically glowing against the deep red flush spreading across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He looks around first, wondering if there were any other witnesses. When none of your classmates meets his eyes, he loudly coughs hiding his face behind his hands.

You smirked, leaning back into the couch as if nothing had happened. "Finally some peace," you sigh.

He stood there, stunned, mouth gapping open and close like a fish out of water. After a beat of silence, finally, he manages to stammer, "was I talking that much?"

"You were," you teased, taking a sip of your water. "But don't worry. Now I gotta foolproof plan for whenever you start up again."

He blinked, still rooted to the spot you left him, his fingers brushing over his lips as if trying to process what had just happened. Then suddenly, the dots start connecting.

"You can't just kiss someone to make them stop talking!"

"I didn't just kiss someone. I kissed you." You raised a brow, smiling at the way Izuku stammers. "And I felt you kiss me back, so are you really gonna act like you didn't like it?"

Izuku sputtered as he tried to form a coherent response. His face still glowing a deep red as he waved his hands animatedly in the air. He needed to say something, anything. You had just kissed him for god's sake, the one person he's had feelings for since his first year. Oh god, he might just throw up. Meanwhile, you leaned back with a satisfied grin, a small laugh leaving you as you watched him you short circuit, already looking forward to the next time he talked too much.

notes. based off the song talk to much by coin + dedicated to @sunnymain bc we both listen to coin hehehe

Promise- I. Midoriya

Izuku’s got your heart, but he’s still too afraid to give you his.

Notes- quirkless au, late teens/early twenties, mentions of of sex, mentions of drinking, angst, hurt no comfort

In a perfect world, you wouldn’t have met Izuku Midoriya at all.

That’s what you tell yourself, wrapped in the soft covers on your bed for the umpteenth night, crying your eyes out

You wish you never met him.

You wish he never looked at you the way he did, like you were something rare, something special. You wish he never kissed you like a promise he never intended to keep. You wish he never held you on those sleepless nights, whispering secrets he swore he never told anyone else.

You wish you never went to that stupid fucking party.

Almost a year ago now, your coworker, Ochako had invited you to a housewarming party for the new apartment she’d gotten with her girlfriend. A casual night, board games, chatter, charcuterie, and the most beautiful pair of green eyes you’d ever seen.

You felt captivated by him, he was beautiful, and so respectful in a way that had you swooning.

You wish you were casual about it. You should have looked away. You should have smiled politely and kept your distance. You should have let him come to you.

But you didn’t. You went to him. That was your first mistake.

You introduced yourself, and he said your name like he was tasting it, like he wanted to remember the way it felt on his tongue. And you let yourself believe—for just a moment—that maybe this was something more than just a fleeting connection at a friend’s party.

Izuku was magnetic, but not in the way you were used to. He wasn’t the loudest person in the room, didn’t demand attention with arrogance or charm. No, he drew you in with his quiet intensity, the way he listened like your words meant something, like you meant something.

And God, you fell so fast.

He asked for your number st the end of the night. You’d giggled about it with Toga and Ochako for hours after the party ended, replaying the moment over and over in your head. The way he had smiled—shy but certain—the way his fingers brushed against yours when he took your phone.

Maybe he’d text you. Maybe he wouldn’t.

But God, you really, really hoped that he would.

He texted you the next afternoon.

Hey, I had a great time talking to you last night. Hope you got home safe—though I wouldn’t mind an excuse to see you again soon.

It wasn’t too much, not overly confident or pushy. But it was enough to make your stomach flip, enough to have you rereading it a few times before finally typing out a response.

From there, it was easy. Conversations that stretched late into the night, playful teasing that made your cheeks warm, moments where he’d say something just suggestive enough to make your heart race—only to follow it up with something sweet that left you wondering if you were imagining it.

Texting turned into lunch, lunch turned into dinner, dinner turned into something more.

Late-night drives, parked somewhere far from the noise of the city, R&B humming through the speakers as you lay side by side beneath the stars.

You remember it vividly—wrapped in blankets, the cool night air nipping at your skin, but the warmth between you keeping the chill at bay. Lingering glances, soft touches, murmured compliments that made your breath hitch. The way his fingers traced idle patterns on your wrist, like he was memorizing the feel of you.

And then—the brush of his lips against yours.

It had been slow, tentative, like he was giving you a chance to pull away. But you didn’t. Of course, you didn’t. And when he finally kissed you—fully, deeply—it felt like the beginning of something.

You told him things you’d never told anyone else. You trusted him.

God, you loved him.

And you knew—you just knew—that he loved you, too. He had to… right?

So you told yourself to be patient.

Because he had told you things too. About his childhood, about nights spent listening to his mother’s quiet sniffles when she thought he was asleep. About how much she had sacrificed, how hard she had worked. He spoke of her with nothing but admiration, and it made you beam, knowing how deeply he loved her.

But you also knew what he didn’t say outright.

He had never seen love done right. Not between parents. Not between partners.

You couldn’t blame him for that.

Maybe he was scared.

Maybe if you waited long enough, if you were soft enough, patient enough—he would see what was right in front of him.

Maybe he would finally choose you.

He never made you question if he wanted you—not at first. He was attentive, thoughtful in a way that made your chest ache. He remembered things you mentioned in passing, sent you pictures of things that reminded him of you. When you were together, he looked at you like you were important.

And maybe that’s why you ignored the signs.

The way he deflected whenever your friends teased about you being his girlfriend. The way he never posted you, never introduced you as anything more than a friend.

The way he kissed you like you were his, but never actually said you were.

And now, almost a year later, you were still just something to him. Never nothing, but never quite enough.

You should have walked away months ago.

But you didn’t. And that was your second mistake.

Still, you let it slide. Again and again.

Because when it was just the two of you, it was easy to believe.Easy to believe that the way he looked at you meant something.

Easy to believe that the soft way he said your name, the way his fingers lingered on your skin, the way he pulled you close when he thought no one was looking—meant something.

The thousands of pictures of you on his phone. The little heart next to your contact. The way he touched you—gentle, reverent—like you were something precious. The way he whispered in your ear, soft and low, moaning your name like a prayer, pressing kisses to your skin between murmured praises. It had to mean something.

Didn’t it?

And then one night, it all came crashing down. A party, a few drinks, a conversation you weren’t supposed to overhear.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” he had laughed, voice light, casual, unbothered. “We’re just… y’know. It’s nothing serious.”

Nothing.

You had stood frozen in place, stomach twisting, head spinning. And that was the moment you finally understood.

He was never scared.. even if he was

He just never planned on choosing you.

All those nights, all those moments—had they only meant something to you?

You wanted to storm out, to scream, to demand an answer. Instead, you turned on your heel and slipped away before anyone could see the way your hands trembled.

You ignored his texts that night. Ignored the calls. Ignored the way your heart clenched every time his name lit up your phone.

But the worst part? You knew it wouldn’t last.

Because no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much you wanted to walk away—

You weren’t ready to let him go.

You kept telling yourself you would stop responding, that you wouldn’t let him back in. You deleted his texts, turned off your notifications, even scrolled past his name when it popped up. But every time, your finger hovered, your heart betraying you, like it always did.

And when you finally caved—when you answered his call a few days later, voice shaky, but determined to be calm—he acted like nothing had happened.

“Hey, you okay? I’ve been thinking about you. Sorry if I was distant the other night. Just been dealing with some stuff, you know?”

Dealing with some stuff?

You wanted to scream. You wanted to ask him how he could say that, how he could act like he hadn’t shattered something inside you with that one offhand comment. But you didn’t.

Instead, you let out a long, shaky breath and said, “Yeah, I’m fine.” And he believed you, of course he did.

You hated yourself for it, but you let him believe it.

Because when he looked at you with those wide, earnest eyes, when he pulled you close like you were everything he needed in that moment, it was impossible to remember why you should walk away.

You were so tired of trying to be strong.

It wasn’t fair. You had given him everything. Your trust, your heart, your time—and all he’d given you in return were moments of fleeting affection. But you couldn’t stop. You couldn’t stop loving him, even when you knew you shouldn’t.

And maybe that was your biggest mistake of all.

A few more weeks passed, and you fell back into the same rhythm, the same cycle. You’d push away, only to let him pull you back in with a soft text or an unexpected visit. Each time, the same promises without words—those lingering glances, those half-smiles, those gentle touches that said you matter to me but never I want you.

It was always on his terms, always when it suited him. He’d reach out when he was bored, when he was lonely, when he needed someone to listen, someone to be there without asking questions. But when it was time to take things further, when it was time for him to actually decide, he pulled away.

It was late one evening when it hit you the hardest. You were sitting on the couch in his apartment, both of you talking about nothing in particular—just the usual casual chatter you’d gotten used to. Then, out of nowhere, he paused, his fingers grazing the back of your hand. “You know,” he said, a soft chuckle escaping him, “I really don’t know what I’d do without you around. You’re like… my safe place.”

His words should have made you feel warm, should have been the affirmation you’d been desperately searching for. But instead, it felt like a dagger to your chest.

A safe place.

Your heart sank. You wanted to ask him why—why you couldn’t be more than just that, why he didn’t want you the way you wanted him. But you didn’t. You never did.

Instead, you swallowed your pain, gave him a tight smile, and muttered, “Yeah, me too.”

That night, you left his place earlier than usual, the familiar weight of disappointment pressing against your chest. You wanted to tell yourself that you were strong enough to let him go, that you deserved more, but each time you thought about it, you felt the pull of him—his warmth, his laugh, the way he made you feel like you were the only person in the room.

But the truth was undeniable: He wasn’t ready for what you wanted. And you weren’t going to keep sacrificing yourself for a version of him that didn’t exist.

So you stayed away. You tried to.

falling back into the rhythm was easier than you’d care to admit, the way he whispered your name, the way his touch still felt like home despite everything. You kept convincing yourself that this time would be different—that he would change, that he would see you, really see you, the way you’d always wanted him to.

But the cracks were still there, even if you ignored them.

The empty promises were still there, buried underneath the soft kisses and late-night conversations. He would kiss you with the same urgency, whispering things in your ear that made your heart race, but when it came time for something more—something real, something lasting—he pulled away. You could feel it in the way he hesitated, the way he’d get distant when things felt too serious.

It wasn’t fair. You knew it. You were supposed to be stronger than this. But each time he came around, you let him back in.

You were lying in his bed, tangled in sheets, and even the quiet stillness between you felt heavy—like it was all just too much to ignore anymore. His fingers traced patterns on your skin, but his touch felt distant, almost absent. You could feel it, like a cold draft in the air, the way something unspoken was hanging between you two.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, though you could hear the edge of uncertainty in his voice. He was waiting for you to tell him everything was fine. You knew he was.

“No,” you said quietly. “I’m not okay.” “I think we should stop this. You keep doing this, Izuku. You keep pulling me in and then pushing me away, and I’m done pretending like it’s okay.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but you weren’t done. You weren’t going to let him hide behind his words this time.

“11 months. 11 months of this… this back-and-forth, this whatever we’re doing,” you continued, your voice growing stronger, fueled by the hurt and the anger you had buried for so long. “You tell me you want me, you kiss me like I’m the only one, you act like I’m the most important thing in the world—and then you disappear. You tell people it’s not serious, like I don’t matter. Like I’m just temporary.”

His mouth opened and closes then he starts, his voice barely above a whisper, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I never wanted to hurt you,” he repeated, as though trying to convince both of you.

“11 months, Izuku,” you spat, voice trembling with both anger and hurt. “11 months of back-and-forth, of you acting like you wanted me. I trusted you. I gave you everything, and you’ve just kept me at arm’s length like I’m some kind of… option. Like I’m just here when it’s convenient for you.”

Izuku’s face fell, guilt flickering in his eyes, but you were too far gone now. Too far from the illusion of him ever being the person you needed him to be.

“Y/n I swear I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, his voice tight with emotion, reaching out to you. His hand hovered near your arm, but you pulled away. “You have to know that. I care about you so much. I really do.”

“You care? You never gave me anything more than sweet words and empty promises. You kissed me like you loved me, like you needed me, but then when it came time for something real, you’d pull away. Every time.”

He grabbed your wrist, his grip soft but firm, desperate. “Please, don’t do this. I don’t want to lose you. I just… I don’t know how to be the person you need me to be. I don’t—”

“What the hell does that even mean? You don’t know how? I’ve been here, trying to be patient, trying to show you that I care. I’ve been fighting for us and for something real, while you’ve been pretending you don’t want it.” Your voice cracked, but you held back the tears. “I gave you everything, and you couldn’t even give me one thing in return.”

He flinched at your words, but you didn’t stop. The dam had broken, and you had no intention of holding back anymore.

Tears threatened to spill, but you held them back, refusing to break down in front of him. “I can’t do this anymore,” you whispered, voice raw. “I can’t keep being your safety net, the person you turn to when you feel like it. I deserve more than this. I deserve someone who doesn’t just talk about wanting me, but shows me.”

“Maybe I’ve been stupid. Maybe I’ve been trying to make something out of nothing because I thought you might change. But I’m done. I’m done letting you play with my feelings.”

You stood up, grabbing your clothes, your hands shaking as you tried to keep it together. “I’m done with this. I’m done with you.”

Izuku sat up, clearly struggling to find the words to fix it, but you couldn’t stay. Not anymore. You gave him one last look, shaking your head. “Goodbye, Izuku.”

And this time, you walked out, not looking back.

You wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

A/n- I just wanted to write for Izuku differently.. I like to think that boy knows nothing about love and its foolish tendencies! he does not have positive examples of romantic love! No I’m not projecting a personal experience! Shut up!

Tags— @poemeater @beebunsx @beabamboo @superlegend216 @mimzyu

happy birthday to the love of my life, katsuki bakugo. hope he enjoys his gift for his easter birthday: his favorite little bunny.

it had started with a birthday plan. well—technically a birthday easter plan. the odds of katsuki bakugo’s birthday landing on easter sunday weren’t high, but fate had a sense of humor. and you? you had a sense of drama.

you’d already given him gifts for his birthday. his letter—handwritten, sealed with a kiss, full of sharp sarcasm wrapped around soft, sappy sentiment you’d never admit out loud.

he read it quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed, thumb brushing over your kiss mark at the bottom. his brows furrowed in that way they always did when he was feeling too much but didn’t want to show it.

“you’re such a damn brat,” he muttered, voice thick, eyes refusing to meet yours. “but… you write good shit.”

“don’t cry, tough guy.”

he didn’t look up, just folded the letter carefully—too carefully—and tucked it into his nightstand drawer like it was something fragile. precious.

“shut up,” he said, voice rough. “you’re lucky i like your dumb handwriting. even if it looks like a drunk squirrel tried to learn cursive and gave up halfway.”

“aww. that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“don’t push it.”

he reached out, grabbed the front of your shirt, and yanked you into a rough, lingering kiss that left no room for misinterpretation. when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.

“best fuckin’ letter i’ve ever gotten,” he murmured, low and soft like a secret.

a few small gifts were scattered on the dresser: limited edition all might merch, a new hoodie he’d been eyeing for a while (that he absolutely knew you were going to steal), and that spicy snack mix he always hoarded like a dragon with gold.

he stood there, arms crossed, doing his best to look unimpressed, but the way his ears turned a little red gave him away.

he eyed the merch first, holding the figure up with a raised brow. “…you been stalkin’ my browser history or somethin’?”

you grinned. “nah. just love you enough to pay attention.”

he shot you a look—equal parts flustered and fond. “tch. hoodie’s mine. you’re just gonna steal this in two days.”

“i give it one,” you said sweetly.

he looked at you, eyes soft but unreadable. “still wearin’ it anyway.” then he found the snack mix. “you didn’t eat any, right?”

you gasped, mock offended. “i would never.”

still, he leaned down and kissed your cheek before grabbing the snack mix and tearing it open immediately.

the cake? well, it was slightly lopsided, the frosting uneven, but it was made with love—and caramel with cinnamon. he didn’t say much when he ate it, just grunted, grabbed a fork, and took a second slice without a word.

you hovered awkwardly nearby. “so… good?”

he chewed slowly, gave you a deadpan look. “tastes like love and poor frosting skills.”

“rude.”

he grinned, leaned over, and pressed a sweet kiss to your temple. “still the best fuckin’ cake i’ve had in years.”

“you say that every time.”

“yeah,” he said, mouth full. “and i fuckin’ mean it every time.”

now, though, it was time for the real present.

so when he walked into your shared bedroom after a long morning of birthday messages and half-assed hero paperwork, the last thing he expected was you, perched pretty on the bed.

pink bunny ears twitching with every little movement you made. a tight, pastel one-piece hugging your every curve. sheer stockings accentuating your thighs, and a fluffy little tail pinned to your lower back like a gift-wrapped tease.

katsuki stood by the edge of the bed, arms crossed, expression unreadable as he took you in.

you sat perched on the bed, legs crossed, every bit the picture of flirty confidence. your gaze was locked on his, unapologetic.

“happy birthday, katsuki,” you purred, lips curling into a sly smile.

his crimson eyes dragged over you slowly, deliberately, his tongue running over his teeth before he finally spoke. “the fuck is this?”

“what’s it look like, hm?” you stretched out, back arching just enough to show off your curves. “figured i’d... hop into something special for you.”

his jaw ticked. “you think you’re funny, huh?”

“a little,” you admitted, shifting onto your hands and knees, crawling toward him at the edge of the bed.

his eyes darkened as you closed the distance, your hands sliding up his chest when you reached for him, kneeling in front of him. “thought you’d like a cute little bunny to play with, birthday boy."

katsuki exhaled sharply through his nose, grabbing your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up so you were forced to meet his gaze.

“you know what happens to dumb little bunnies who tease too much?”

you swallowed, trying to keep your confidence, even as the heat in his gaze sent shivers down your spine. “they get spoiled rotten?”

“wrong. they get fucked.”

a thrill shot through you, heat pooling in your stomach as he crowded closer, his other hand slipping down to grab your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“bet you thought you were bein’ cute, puttin’ this on. bet you thought i’d let you bounce around and tease me all night.”

you let out a breathless giggle. “bunnies do like to bounce…

his fingers trailed down your back, playing with the delicate ribbon lacing up your tail before giving it a sharp tug. you gasped, gripping his shoulders to steady yourself.

“that so?” his lips brushed against your ear. “then let’s see how long you last when i really make you bounce.”

he took you in—your ridiculously boner-inducing ensemble, the way your chest rose and fell a little faster, the anticipation in your eyes. then, with slow precision, he sat down on the edge of the bed and patted his thigh.

"come here," he ordered, voice thick with authority.

you swallowed, your body already thrumming with heat as you climbed onto his lap. his hands settled on your waist, thumbs stroking your skin through the sheer fabric of your stockings. he let you hover there, deliberately drawing out the moment, making you feel the power shift between you.

"go on," katsuki murmured, his lips brushing against your jaw as he guided your hips to settle against him. the heat of him pressed against you, even through the layers between you.

your breath hitched as he held you there, letting you feel just how hard he was, how much he wanted you. his grip was firm, unwavering, making it clear that he was in control even as he let you take the lead.

he shifted, leaning back to watch you straddling his lap. his hands slid down, gripping your hips, guiding you to grind against him—slow, deliberate, teasing. the heat between you was undeniable, the layers of fabric doing little to hide just how affected you both were.

you whimpered, trying to tug your bodysuit aside, reaching for the bulge pressing up against your core. but his hands stopped you, fingers curling around your wrist.

“uh-uh,” he hummed. “not yet. little bunnies gotta hump first.”

you whined softly, frustration bubbling to the surface as you squirmed in his lap. “katsuki, please—”

“please, what?” he cut you off, voice sharp, mocking. “please fuck you already?”

you nodded desperately, biting your lip.

he scoffed, his expression darkening as his hand shot up to tangle in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to expose your throat.

“i said hump,” he growled. “that needy little cunt doesn’t get filled until you earn it.”

you tried to slow, to catch your breath, but his hands were relentless, grinding your hips against the hard line of his cock beneath you.

his fingers dig in as he helped you move. every time you tried to slow down, his hands tightened, forcing you to keep up, forcing you to take it.

you barely had time to catch your breath before katsuki pulled you forward, burying his face between your tits.

“fuck, you’re soft,” he groaned, tugging the fabric away before his mouth latches onto one of your nipples, sucking hard.

you gasped, back arching as heat shot straight between your legs. his teeth grazed your sensitive skin before his tongue soothed over it, his other hand coming up to knead your other breast.

you tried to keep moving, to keep bouncing, but between his hands gripping you and his mouth marking you up, your body was giving out, shaking from the overwhelming pleasure.

“k-katsuki—” you gasped, hands tangling in his hair, tugging.

he growled against your skin, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, his lips glistening. his smirk was feral, eyes burning with satisfaction.

“hm? thought you liked to bounce?” his fingers dug deeper into your thighs, a warning. “or do i gotta fuck you like the greedy little thing you are?”

you whimpered, hips bucking desperately along with a nod. he laughed, licking a stripe up your chest before capturing your nipple between his teeth again.

“that’s it,” he praised, voice strained. “knew you’d look so fuckin’ good like this.”

you sobbed, rolling your hips, desperate for more, and he grinned like he’d won. you weren’t sure how long he made you keep going, but by the time he finally took the reins, you knew you were fucked.

“aww, poor thing,” he cooed mockingly, pressing a hot kiss to your throat before nipping at your skin. “tired already? guess i better take over before my little bunny gets too worn out, huh?"

before you could respond, he shifted, one arm wrapping tight around your waist as the other yanked your bodysuit to the side, finally giving you what you’d been aching for.

the thick head of his cock pressed against your dripping entrance, teasing, pushing just enough to make your breath catch.

nails digging into his shoulders, your legs trembling as he eased inside—slow and torturous, filling you inch by inch until your walls clenched around him.

katsuki groaned through gritted teeth, holding you still for a second, letting the stretch overwhelm you. then his eyes flicked up to your face, and that familiar, dark grin curved his lips.

“you wanted to be a cute little bunny, huh?” katsuki grunted, fingers digging into your hips, guiding you as you bounced on his cock. “bunnies fuck like crazy, y’know that? they go at it all night long.”

you could barely respond, your moans breaking into gasps as he thrust up to meet you, driving deeper, harder, forcing you to take him to the hilt every time.

“c’mon, sweetheart,” he taunted, voice thick with amusement. his fingers dug in as he guided you, making sure you didn’t slow down. “thought bunnies were supposed to be full of energy.”

you whined, gripping onto his shoulders for support, trying to keep up with the brutal pace he was setting.

each bounce forced his cock deeper, the obscene sound of your bodies slapping together filling the room. you whimpered, legs shaking as he controlled your pace, refusing to let you fall back into lazy movements.

he leaned forward, breath hot against your ear. “put on the ears, shake your ass, act like a toy—and now you’re surprised i’m treatin’ you like one?”

you sobbed, clutching at him, body trembling from the overwhelming mix of pain, pleasure, and the pure, filthy thrill of being used exactly how you wanted.

“good fuckin’ girl,” he rasped, slamming up into you harder.

your moans were broken, breathless, every movement sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. your hands clutched at his shoulders, desperate for something to hold onto as he thrust up to meet you, filling you so deep it made your head spin.

your head fell against his shoulder, body shuddering as pleasure built higher, hotter. his arms wrapped around you, keeping you flush against him as he took control, lifting you just to slam you back down, hitting that spot that made your vision blur.

every time your pace faltered, he’d lift his hips, thrusting up into you so deep it stole the breath from your lungs. a whimper slipped from your lips, fingers digging into his chest as you tried to keep up, but he wasn’t making it easy.

“what if i fill you up, huh? make sure this bunny knows her fuckin’ place?”

he suddenly slammed you down onto him, making you cry out, and he groaned low in his throat. your nails raked down his back as another wave of pleasure crashed over you, but he wasn’t letting up—not when you looked so fucked-out and desperate.

“gotta train you better,” he muttered against your skin, his smirk widening when you clenched around him. “bunnies are supposed to breed, aren’t they?”

you let out a broken moan, body shuddering, and he laughed breathlessly, one hand slipping down between your bodies to rub tight circles against your clit.

he was gripping your waist before flipping you in one fluid motion, pressing you down into the sheets. his breath was hot against your ear as he settled behind you, caging you in.

“aww, don’t tell me you’re tappin’ out already?” he cooed, tilting his head. “and here i was thinkin’ i’d finally get to see you breed like a proper bunny.”

heat shot through you at his words, making you clench around him, and katsuki groaned, his grip on you tightening.

“oh? you like that?” his grin widened. “shit, maybe you are just a dumb little bunny in heat.”

you gasped, nails dragging down his back, and his hips suddenly snapping up to meet yours, driving deeper, harder—sending sparks of pleasure up your spine.

katsuki didn’t give you a second to breathe. toes curling against the sheets, your vision blurring as he fucked into you harder. the slap of skin echoed through the room, punctuated by your gasps and his low, hungry groans.

“that needy little pussy’s fuckin’ leaking,” he growled, dragging his fingers through your slick before pressing them against your clit in tight, punishing circles. “soaked through that slutty little costume, too.”

you choked on another moan, face buried in his chest as your body shuddered, everything building—tight, unbearable, right on the edge.

“gonna cum like a dumb bunny while i fuck you full? huh?” he taunted, pulling your head closer by the ears on your head and forcing your back to arch deeper.

“yes, yes, katsuki, please—” you sobbed.

“beg for it. tell me what you fuckin’ want.”

“i want you to—want you to cum inside, need it, need it so bad, katsu—”

“yeah?” his thrusts faltered for only a second, a low, wicked groan slipping from his throat. “wanna be bred, huh? wanna be my filthy little bunny full of cum?”

you cried out, so close it hurt. “yes! please—please, fill me up—”

his grip tightened on your hips as he slammed into you one final time, deep, brutal, until you screamed his name. your body convulsed, pleasure crashing through you as you clenched around him, falling apart.

“take it. every fuckin’ drop.”

katsuki growled low, and then he was spilling inside you, hot and thick, hips jerking with each pulse. he buried his cock twitching deep inside you as he spilled hot, thick spurts into your clenching walls.

you whimpered as you felt it, the heat of him flooding you, dripping out before he’d even pulled out.

katsuki didn’t let go right away. he held you there, impaled and filled, his breath ragged against your shoulder. he stayed pressed against your chest, panting, one hand stroking slowly down your side as the other cradled your hip with surprising gentleness.

“shit,” he muttered against your skin, lips brushing your shoulder as his breath slowed. “fuckin’ hell..”

you snorted, too tired to do more than flop your face into the sheets. “that what you wished for when you blew out the candles?”

he chuckled—an honest-to-god laugh rumbling from his chest as he finally eased out of you, warm stickiness following in the wake.

“didn’t know i could wish for somethin’ i already had.”

“wow. look at you. getting soft in your old age.”

“twenty-six is not old,” he grumbled, but the faint blush on his ears betrayed him.

you hummed teasingly. “sure, grandpa.”

katsuki shot you a warning look, but instead of snapping back, his hand came up to card through your hair, bunny ears askew and all, his fingers surprisingly gentle.

“so... did the costume make the top ten birthday presents list, or…?”

katsuki huffed out something between a laugh and a groan, finally pulling out of you slowly, both of you flinching a little at the oversensitivity.

you felt the mess between your thighs instantly—sticky and warm, dripping down your skin—and you shivered at the loss of him.

his hands never left your body as he shifted you gently onto your back, reaching for the nearby towel he’d tossed on the nightstand earlier—because of course he was prepared, even if he pretended not to be.

“top three,” he muttered, wiping you down carefully. “right after the cake and that dumbass letter that made me feel shit.”

you flopped onto your back with a dramatic sigh, a smile tugging at your lips. “didn’t think birthday boys had to do cleanup.”

he shot you a look as he gently dabbed between your thighs, taking his time, making sure you were comfortable. “birthday boy’s the one who ruined you, so yeah—he fuckin’ does.”

you smiled, soft and real this time. “you’re getting sappy in your old age.”

he tossed the towel aside and climbed back onto the bed, settling beside you, pulling you into his chest like it was instinct. “yeah, well, turns out its not too bad when i’ve got a stubborn, sexy weirdo wearin’ bunny ears for me.”

you laughed against his collarbone. “you’re lucky i love you.”

katsuki kissed the top of your head, nose brushing against your ear. “nah. i’m lucky you’re mine.”

“and i’m lucky you’re easy to distract with cake and tits. y’know, i was actually gonna jump out of a giant egg and yell ‘surprise!’ but i figured you’d actually murder me.”

“you’re not wrong,” he said, arm tightening around you. “and you look better in that stupid bunny suit anyway.”

“careful, that almost sounded like a compliment.”

“say that again and you’re spendin’ next year’s birthday with a vibrator and a guilt trip.”

“worth it.”

he glared at you before he stripped you, hands moving with familiar precision as he pulled off the bunny ears, the one-piece, and the stockings that had barely survived his earlier onslaught.

without a word, he grabbed one of his old t-shirts and slid it over your head, the fabric swallowing you up, before he joined you under the blankets.

you felt his gaze on you, warm and intense, and you looked up at him, brow arched. “what?”

he stared at you for a long moment, his expression softening as he took in every detail of you—maybe still a little in awe, maybe still a little surprised at the way you fit against him. his fingers lightly brushed your hair away from your face.

"god, i love you. so fuckin’ much, baby.”

your heart did somersaults. but you nuzzled in closer to him.

“i love you too, old man.”

“tch. shut up and go to sleep,” he grumbled, brushing a kiss over your cheek.

but as you started to drift, wrapped in his warmth and the lingering high of everything, he murmured, barely audible:

“best fuckin’ birthday ever.”

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⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ AHHH HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MAN 💗💗 omgomg i apologize for the blogs i couldnt tag, blog name wouldnt come up for some reason😭😭 I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THO 😝😝 please consider this my 4k special lmao (its only fitting sinces it 4/20 and shi), instead breeding kink with katsuki is 5k special!! would like to thank this request (one of the few first requests i had when i started this account), hope this fulfilled your request somehow!! 💗💗

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Teacher Midoriya in the faculty lounge with cute hairpins after a particularly difficult class.............. the brainrot is real i'm afraid 😔

a/n: will write an x reader fanfic with this at some point! (smut or fluff idk)

kisses [tsukihina]

o yea i drew this for my boys bday I LOVE HIM SM