I'm Done For

Shinsou Hitoshi is the definition of enemies to lovers. Someone write that. (They said as a writer)

gamerboy izuku who has u in his lap while he plays, headset slung over his curly hair but he has one side shifted, resting on his scalp rather than his ear so he can still hear what you're saying. you're sitting with your chest curled against his, head buried in the crook where his neck meets his shoulder. he's conscious of your falling asleep, muttering directions to his friends rather than his usual shouting.

"'m sleepy," you murmur to him, words twisting into a yawn. "gonna sleep."

he glances down at you, and you can feel his lips tug into a smile on the crown of your head. "gonna fall asleep on me, pretty girl?"

"mmhm," your arms link loosely around his neck. "goo'night."

he's smitten with you. in his headset, his friends have gone quiet, until kiri suggests they call it a day. "leave zuku to his girl, yeah?" he thanks them, ripping off his headset and turning off his monitor before carefully manoeuvring you to his bed.

he kisses you, and you stir awake just long enough to hear him whisper, "i love you, princess."

i eat stuff like this UP

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 & 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔: 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒

blurb little au where a third changes everything and katsuki and izuku stayed friends—only because katsuki refuses to have you alone with izuku.

# fem!reader, 1-A shenanigans, fluff and humor, childhood bffs are something else, says 1-A student, NO ROMANCE? BUT YES PINING

the order goes like this: katsuki, izuku, then you.

katsuki leads first—he always does, izuku exclaims happily—while izuku likes to follow after him, happy to be in the middle of his best friends, and you trail after izuku, comfortable with getting to watch the way his hair bounces every step. it reminds you of a bunny, you explained once.

what some notice except for you three, is that katsuki likes to follow after you. it’s instinct sometimes, to have katsuki lingering around you as you interact with people outside of your small group.

mitsuki gushed about how hilarious it was that you three sometimes end up in metaphorical circles with how katsuki trails after you like a lost puppy.

inko wonders if it is normal for her child to have hearts for eyes, gushing over you about the littlest of things.

“this is so dumb!” you exclaim, glaring hard with all your might. “i hate this! izuku was right about you!”

katsuki and izuku watch as you continue to glower at your untied shoes with such fierceness that it almost makes katsuki wonder if you got it from him.

“it’s just a damn shoelace,” katsuki grunts. “you're so dramatic.” he nudges the boy beside him with a sharp elbow. “she got it from you, definitely. your dummy-ness rubbed off on her.”

“ah, sorry, kacchan!” izuku doesn't look sorry; he looks seconds away from bursting into a fit of giggles as you fail over and over again to tie your shoelaces. but his hands keep twitching as if he wants to help.

“oh my fucking god, give that to me.”

katsuki knocks your hands away and twirls the shoelaces around his fingers, eyeing you while giving a demonstration. izuku holds you up by the small of your back when you lose balance, smiling widely.

“fuckin’ watch this, alright? you fold it like this, put them like this, and then insert this one—and just like that.”

it goes like this:

“so cool, kacchan!” izuku squeals. katsuki grunts, because that’s the 27th time izuku has said that today. “are you okay, y/n-chan?”

“thank you, katsuki,” you mutter shyly, a little too quiet because you have an ego. “yes i am, izuku. thank you.”

“whatever, fuck off,” katsuki says, pleased either way because it feels good hearing it from you. “shitty nerds.”

izuku beams, hugging your head.

even now, in UA.

you thought katsuki would be a little ashamed to be friends with someone from the support course, but never has he shown that he was bothered. he just looks at you with the same, sharp blood red eyes, and looks at others with hostility in them.

izuku, of course, is far from ashamed. in fact, he’s delighted that you're in UA with them. his eyes sparkle every time his eyes slide over to you and he sees you in the uniform. he is so cute.

1-A watches as the door slides open and immediately katsuki and izuku are fretting over you; and you, unfazed, as they talk over each other. katsuki thwacks izuku’s head and you coo over izuku and katsuki throws a tantrum when izuku blushes.

“wow, that's the first time i've seen blasty not-hostile around someone,” mina squeals, “and she's a girl! could this be!?”

woah.

“this is the first time i've seen deku-kun act so smoothly around a girl, too,” uraraka adds, smiling eagerly, thirsty for drama.

double woah.

“chill,” jirou says, but she’s also observing the strange sight, “what if she’s, like, the sister of one of them?”

“probably bakugo’s then.”

“yeah. he barely tolerates midoriya.”

“or maybe she's midoriya’s sister and bakugou has a crush on her?”

triple woah.

as if sensing that the class is whispering about them, bakugou and midoriya spin around to meet the eyes of their classmates, one glaring and one shy.

then, midoriya whispers something to your ear, to which you excitedly nod at.

1-A watches in awe as you wave, eyes bright at the sight of hero students. “hello! my name is l/n y/n, it's nice to meet you.” added with a polite bow.

mina makes a noise of awe. “wow, you're so pretty! you're cute!”

you seem to be flustered, but the gentle smile that follows means you know how to handle compliments. probably because you’re best friends with midoriya izuku.  “ah… thank you. you’re also pretty…”

kaminari grins to himself, about to open his mouth but unfortunately, bakugou is faster.

“quit it,” bakugo snarls, stepping forward in front of you, “leave her alone, you fucking extras.”

but before any of his classmates can protest, you nudge bakugou with a sly grin. “don’t worry, kacchan, i think you’re also pretty.”

“s— shut the fuck up, stupid! that’s not what i fucking meant!”

midoriya snorts and then laughs loudly; they’ve never heard that from him before. “kacchan! did you just stutter?”

“awh, katsuki,” you coo, pinching his red cheeks and magically didn’t get blown off the face of the earth. midoriya stifles his giggles and you smile softly at the freckled boy’s delighted face.

maybe it’s a love triangle, except both boys are truly, madly, deeply in love with the same girl.

class 1-A sees you the second time when it’s 8 pm and everyone is preparing to go to bed.

the couch across the television is occupied, with a familiar mop of green curls and a shock of pale blond—but there’s also someone in the middle.

“is that l/n-san?” uraraka whispers to her classmates nearby, eyeing the three figures with surprise.

katsuki is on the far corner, resting his cheek on his palm (that would hurt when he wakes up) with his other around your waist, while you’re laying on his chest, your hand resting on midoriya’s head as the boy sleeps soundly on your lap, mouth hanging open and soft snores coming off his mouth.

both the boys are still asleep, but you’re wide awake, smiling contentedly. you meet the curious eyes of 1-A and raise your finger in a shh motion.

(everyone stays silent when you fall asleep a few minutes later as midoriya and bakugou blink awake. bakugou moves to carry you back to your dorm, while midoriya clings to you like a koala bear. they glare at each other. they end up staying on the couch for the entire night, protective limbs wrapped around you.)

“young bakugou and young midoriya… do they not like each other?”

aizawa turns to all might lazily, eyeing the frail man with narrowed eyes. “not like that. they see each other as rivals.”

all might brightens. “ah! in the hero rankings? they’re both fit for number one.”

“mm, maybe more than the rankings.”

both teachers watch as bakugou and midoriya jump around the training area, palms lit up and arms smothered in lightning green. push and pull. feral grins. aizawa takes a glance at another student watching the boys from the sidelines, notebook and pen in hand but too entranced to write anything.

all might follows his gaze. “that’s young l/n, yes? the support course student young bakugou and midoriya always want nearby.” he laughs. “those boys only work together perfectly when it comes to l/n.”

aizawa smiles under his scarf so no one else would catch a glimpse of it. “the three of them together…they’re formidable. but if you take l/n out, you might as well be a dead man to both of them.”

even now, as official pro heroes.

it goes like this: katsuki blasting his way to the top but never too far, izuku always somehow one step ahead of everyone but always somehow waiting for his best friends, and you, pushed forward by two pairs of hands.

the wonder trio. the big three. always together, but out of reach from anyone else.

everyone always wonders if you like one of them more than the other.

a/n. yes it ends there LOOOOOL!11 this fic focuses more on friendship bc i loooove friendship, but if anyones interested i might make fics with a route for each of them as endgame hmmmm

operation ‘lover’ // hanta sero smau

fem!reader. no quirk au. bnha college au.

a/n: had a completely different idea when i first storyboarded this, i don’t even know how we got here 😭

you had a deal with your dad: stay at the top, stay unemployed. but when he randomly flips the script, you have to find a job, and fast. when your best friend suggested becoming a tutor to get your dad off your back, and for some spare cash, you thought it was worth a shot. being in the top 5% of your class would make this job easy; but who you were tutoring would not.

prologue. | part 2. (soon!)

part 1.

the large sigh that came from the other side of the room caught your attention immediately. shinso was staring dead at the wall in front of him, his phone thrown to the other side of his small bed.

“you good?” you asked him, putting your assigned book for class down in your lap.

“i think we should find you something else to do.” his eyes never left the wall. “or fuck it, i’ll even talk to your dad. this tutoring thing isn’t going to work.”

“what’s stuck up your ass?” your brows furrowed as you kept a close eye on him. shinso was prone to mood swings. god he had them all the time. but this might have been the first time you had seen him genuinely pissed off in a while. usually he snapped out of it quickly, but now it seemed that he didn’t want to leave it behind until he’d done something about it.

“i don’t know why i even went along with your idea.” his eyes still glued to the wall. you rolled your eyes and stood from where you were sitting, moving to block his view of the wall he had become so fond of.

“words, toshi. they’re very important. you have to use your big boy words and tell me what happened.” your hands we’re on your hips as you spoke to him as if he were a child. he finally looked up at you through his lashes, a scowl permanently etched on his face.

“god, they’re all assholes. every single one of them.” he leaned up, removing his back from where it been against the head board behind him. “what is your dad going to do if you don’t find a job?”

“i literally have no idea but i’m going to assume the worst.”

“what would ‘the worst’ be?” shinso had moved himself to the edge of the bed, his hands gripping the blanket beneath him.

“i dunno, like, making me come home or something?” you said, your tone becoming ever more inquisitive. “he didn’t tell me. why?”

“my team. they’re a bunch of ridiculous morons who think it’s funny to be dicks.”

“shinso, if you’re worried about me being able to take care of myself, i promise you, i will be fine.” this wasn’t the first time shinso had tried to take control of something you had going on. that’s part of the reason you loved him being your friend; he was able to make hard decisions for you that you couldn’t. unfortunately, sometimes it was just annoying. his chill demeanor had a hard time at hiding his anxious tendencies, and right now it shone through like a flashlight in the fog.

hitoshi stared at you with a look you couldn’t quite discern. he let out a sigh and took a second to think. he knew you could handle your own things, you’d been doing it pretty well since he met you. he hadn’t expected to get close with you when you reached out to him in middle school, but since he did, his attachment to your friendship was something he prioritized above all else. he hated the idea that you thought he saw you as helpless when that was the exact opposite. he trusted you, he didn’t trust them.

“i know you’ll be fine. i’m not worried about you. i mean i am, but i’m more worried about what ever fucked ideas those weirdos have.” he had been friends with the guys on his team for long enough to know that when you put them all in the same room, someone was bound to end up dead because of their stupidity, and that was something he didn’t want you to be subjected to. the smile that appeared on your face did a bad job at calming his nerves.

“tosh, they’re boys, what do you expect. trust me, if one of them decides to be weird then i’ll take care of it.” you laughed in spite of the tension ruminating from shinso’s rigid form. “it’s just a tutoring job. it’s not like they’ll be up my ass 24/7. i’ll see them maybe once a week.”

“okay then we’re making a deal.” he said as he stood from the bed, now eye level with you. he stuck his hand out and looked at you expectantly. oh he was serious. this was something you two had been doing since your friendship began. when one of you really wanted something from the other, a hand was shook, and a deal was made. not once in the 6 years you and him had been friends, had a deal been broken. there was this unspoken loyalty that hung between the two of you that made it hard to waver the trust you had in each other. if he wanted a deal, then he would get a deal. you clasped your hand in his and squeezed tightly.

“i want you to steer clear of a couple of them, okay?” he raised his eyebrows at you and you nodded in response.

“okay, which ones? they bad or something?” you asked.

“not bad, just fucking stupid, and you don’t have time for that.” he chuckled lightly to himself. “denki kaminari. he’s such a damn weirdo. i love the dude but i don’t trust that he won’t try something.” you nodded your head in response again. if he was really this worried then you obviously trusted his word.

“is there anyone else?”

“yeah.” shinso replied, his hand growing sweaty in yours. “hanta sero. he’s cool, but again, i don’t trust that he won’t try something.”

“yeah okay. i can do that.” you gave your friend a grin. “so does that mean no tutoring them?” you finally broke free from his grasp, wiping his sweat onto the leg of your sweatpants.

“if you want to tutor them i won’t stop you. money is money.” he flopped back onto his bed, his head feeling lighter now. “just don’t go hanging out with them outside of that.”

“it’s just a tutoring gig.” you sat back in your chair, the book you set down earlier now perched in your hands again. “i don’t plan on being best friends with them.”

a/n: my unhealthy obsession with shinso just keeps growing and i can’t get away. SOMEBODY SEDATE ME.

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new hire — bakugou katsuki

summary. when midoriya suggests bakugou make his way up the rankings, he takes you under his wing: someone with no hero experience other than their license exam and a dream.

as much as I adore Izuku, I don't think he would commit to a relationship. At least not during his time at UA ... his focus is really just trying to be the best hero and save as many civilians as possible. Sure he does like you and imagines a future with you but he doesn't act on those feelings sorta like what Uraraka did.

at most what he does is try to keep you safe,,, possibly even send you mixed signals as well. It's irritating to say the least when he knocks at your dorm in the middle of the night wanting to talk.

he longs for your touch, even blushing when he admits but you deny. Why must he do this to you? Say such things but won't ask you to be his one?

you two feel so connected to one another yet it feels like he keeps putting up a barrier between you and him. You try to tear it down, bang on it for dear life but he stops you.

at least at the end of the day, he rests his hand on the barrier like he still cares.

cause he does but he cannot give in.

I sense mha smau are making a BIG comeback and I am sat and here for it.

Barista Shinsou

i’m having thoughts about the boys who have a crabby, bad attitude girlfriend

characters: midoriya izuku (deku), bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto

warnings: low key spice (nothing described), one use of daddy, pretty much brat taming vibes but also a lil bit of fluff

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DEKU:

people are weirded out that sweetheart, always saving people with a smile on his face Pro Hero Deku is dating someone who seems to be the opposite of him

you’re rarely seen smiling, scowling at the people around you or rolling your eyes, you’ve always got something snippy to say

they would think that Bakugou would be a better match for you but even he says, “Deku, why the fuck are you datin’ such a bitchy girl?”

Deku calls you his sweet angel but your attitude is far from it

and it’s to no one’s attention how you cling to your boyfriend when the two of you are out on a date, seen with a pinched glare at everything and everyone around you but Deku knows that you don’t like being crowded and is sure to secure you away from everyone’s gaze, politely telling his fans to excuse him so that he can spend alone time with you

when he’s got you pulled into a hug against his hard body, no one else sees how you visibly relax both in posture and expression

the two of you are talking at a private bar that was rented just for the evening, a seemingly bored expression on your face as Deku does most of the talking but he knows that you’re listening to him and contribute to the conversation when you want to

and when a nosy reporter crashes into your private space to interview Deku, you hiss out curses and tell them to fuck off, “can’t you see that we’re trying to be alone here! the fuck is wrong with you?! butting in on us like that, i should smash this glass into your-“

“it’s okay angel, it’s alright.”

Deku is quick to calm you down and gives the reporter the number of his PR agent so that they can schedule something, all for your sake because you’d been complaining about the amount of nights he’s been spending away from you and this night was supposed to be about quality time

the outside world sees your resting bitch face when you’re out with Deku, but they don’t see that when your boyfriend picks you up so easily in his arms to hug you, you hide your expression into his neck and only he hears the soft mumble of, “love you izuku…”

everyone thinks that you’re so sour but you’re actually the sweetest thing Deku has ever had the pleasure of having, you’re especially sweet in between your legs when he’s got his head down there and you’re clutching his locks while moaning his name to the ceiling

no one gets to see when that hard expression melts away when he’s got you in his bed with your wrists held together in one hand while he fucks away into you, only Deku gets to see the hearts in your eyes for him when he’s got you cock drunk and wrapping your legs around his waist tighter to press himself closer into you

and you smile just for him when he’s painted you white inside, giddy and overflowing with affection while you say his name over and over again in the cutest voice

so Deku is fine that you’re a little surly, it’s nothing that he can’t handle Bakugou is his childhood friend after all so he’s used to it

he likes you the way you are, guarded against everyone else but so soft with him and him alone

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