⋆˙⟡ Wishing. Katsuki Bakugou X Fem!Reader ⟡⋆˙

⋆˙⟡ Wishing. Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader ⟡⋆˙

⋆.˚✮ Valentine’s Day story 5/14 ✮˚.⋆

Warnings; swearing (it’s Bakugou, obv), 3A Bakugou, post war, angst, pessimism, friends with benefits relationship, sexual mentions/actions.

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Enjoy pookies ✧˖°.

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Nsfw under the cut!

The sound of the bed under you filled your senses, the lewd slapping sound of skin on skin making your stomach churn. You arched your back as your classmate, Katsuki Bakugou, relentlessly slammed into your body, over and over and over.

His grunts mixed with your whiny moans, your nails digging into his shoulders and your legs pressed wide open for the blonde. “Fuck- Bakugou- oh god I’m so close-“ you threw your head back as a moan of pure ecstasy shot through the air of his old childhood bedroom.

“Me too, just hold on” he growled through gritted teeth, a low groan slipping passed his lips as his body lurched against yours.

Lust was a dangerous emotion, if you could even call it that.

However, the consequences of it seemed less scary than love, or at least that’s what you always told yourself.

Ever since middle school- hell, ever since you were little, you’d been told not to wear revealing clothes, not to spread your legs when sitting, not to let a boy too close, because all he wanted to do was get into your pants.

That was then though, back before you’d let yourself go. Back before you encountered an entire fucking war.

Stress, anger, frustration, anxiety, fear, depression. All of these emotions ran high through the one and only class A, a lot of the members suffering PTSD or varying other disorders thanks to the gruesome experiences that they endured thanks to the Paranormal Liberation Front.

That was no different for yourself.

You’d always been a bit of a train wreck anyway, so the emotions weren’t exactly new to you, but sometimes you just felt everything at once, and felt nothing at all.

“Bakugou! Bakugou!” You cried out, your legs trembling violently as you came for the third time, Bakugous teeth sinking into your neck and leaving dark purple-ish red marks that would no doubt be there the next day.

“Shut up” he growled against your skin, dragging his tongue over the bite mark he left you “you love this, and you know it, whore” and he wasn’t wrong.

Some sick part of you loved the pain from the biting, from his harsh words. It was Bakugou, you were used to it, it was grounding. The pain made you realize you were alive, mixing with that pleasure and creating a very addictive mixture.

Those negative emotions that usually got so pent up, that, not even sparring with someone built for endurance and to take a beating like Kirishima, could quell them away. That was scary for several reasons.

Having heavy emotions weighing on your heart like that was dangerous, after all, weren’t villains forged from broken people? Didn’t pain break people?

So having the physical pain to snap you out of the cloud of emotions and trauma was..reliving, and you knew Bakugou felt the same. He always encouraged biting, or scratching during sex. Was it masochistic? Probably. Did either of you care? Not really.

You two never took it too far though, and you both had a clear understanding of your limits when you set up your arrangement in the first place.

“Fuck-“ Bakugou panted heavily, looking down at the mess of you he’d made in his sheets. You both were sweaty, dark marks lining your neck and his shoulders. Your eyes were half lidded and watery, your jaw slack as you tried to catch your breath “that..was amazing..” you muttered breathlessly. Bakugou huffed and rolled his eyes “I know, moron.”

Ah right. Your arrangement.

You and Bakugou had established a mutual, physical relationship, one to ‘relieve stress.’ It was Bakugou who actually suggested it originally. He’d been extra angry, and not even Kirishima could get him to open up. Not that there was anything to talk about anyway. He was dealing with the aftermath of the war like everyone else, his method just affected other people in its execution.

You agreed, but for all the wrong reasons.

You needed the stress relief, sure, but there were deeper reasons, reasons that killed you.

The blonde had a softened a part of your cold heart you never figured could be softened, especially not by someone as prickly as him. But it was those rare moments of quiet with him, how considerate he was, how strong and devoted he was, how he’d grown and changed over the years.

You were in love with someone, who saw you as nothing more than a physical relief for himself.

Of course you knew there was more to it than that, but you dumbed it down to that extent to try and use it as snuff for the ember of love in your heart.

Love.

What a scary thought.

You sighed as the hot water of Bakugou’s fancy shower slowly slid down your body, his presence behind you, silently rubbing your skin clean with a washcloth. His hands were gently and firm. Callouses and a few scars littered his hands and arms, not looking horribly different from your tattered body.

You angled your head back as Bakugou carefully kneaded your shoulders, rubbing out the knots he’d put in place with his rough treatment of you, making sure not you touch any of the bite marks or hickeys he’d left on your skin.

It always felt amazing to have Bakugous hands on your skin, and his motions of gently kneading your tender breasts was incredibly soothing. You leaned back against him and let out a soft sigh, your eyes closing as he gently palmed your chest, being careful and tender with your body.

Despite what you thought about Bakugou, the truth was actually pretty different. Sure, Bakugou was hotheaded and incredibly brash, often raising his voice to anyone who pissed him off, no matter the status or position, you knew that. But you also knew a different side of him, the other part that was more soft, that he rarely ever showed, but sometimes you caught glimpses of.

The side that made you breakfast when you two had a long night, the side that cleaned your sore body in the shower, no words being shared between you. There didn’t need to be.

You got to see the side of him no one else did, but you were caught up in your delusional state of denial, partially because Bakugou had said he wanted no feelings attached to this arrangement, so why would he go back on that?

Your body slowly melted into the sheets as he placed you down on his bed, the pillows and blankets feeling amazing against your body. You didn’t even open your eyes as you felt Bakugou get into bed with you, pressing his chest against your back and closing any distance between you with his warm form.

A sigh escaped you and you closed your eyes, allowing him to spoon you from behind.

While you were wishing he loved you, he was wishing you saw how he expressed his love for you.

Two souls scared to be hurt.

It was unoriginal and the both of you knew it.

You were both too scared to be hurt again, and yet even as you laid in each others’ arms, you were both still in pain.

Ironic.

Blame it on the lust, blame it on the trauma, whatever floats your boat. But one thing is for sure.

The two of you were in way over your heads when it came to this love thing, and in even deeper with your ‘friend with benefits’ that neither of you were satisfied with.

Just..

Complacent.

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Hello !! Sorry about the angsty piece, I was feeling the groove of the hopeless romantics and pessimism. I’m sorry if it feels a little off, I don’t think I’ve written for Bakugou ever, but I think I’ll read some fics and make a part two to this. Goodnight loves, drink some water and get some sleep.

~ Lex

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

Just a quick story cause I have some free time .~•*

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Izuku sighed as he sat at his desk, his eyes dropping as he reread the same passage of his textbook over and over again. He grumbled softly as he put his head down on his book, letting out a breath. Just as his eyes began to close, he heard a knock at his window.

He jumped and whipped around, only to see you standing on the balcony of his dorm. Izuku quickly stood and blinked, rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

Once you offered him your tired grin and a wave, he quickly scrambled over to his balcony door, sliding it open “Y-Y/n?? What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here!”

You simply shrugged and smiled, putting your hands in the pockets of your baggy jacket after adjusting the strap on your shoulder. “came to see my favorite UA student. What’s wrong with that?”

Izuku sighed and glanced at his door, before looking at you with a deadpan “do you know how much trouble I’ll be in it anyone sees a non-UA student on campus? How did you even get past security??”

He didn’t find the situation as funny as you did. You waltzed into his room and sat lazily on his bed “I’ve got my ways” you said vaguely, earning a head shake from Izuku.

“Committing crimes to see me. What’s new?” He mumbled as he walked over and sat next to you. You smiled and wrapped your arm around him. “What? I’ve missed you and I know you’ve missed me too. It’s harder to sneak into your dorm than it is to sneak into your moms apartment”

He let out a huff of air at your words, rolling his eyes and smiling. Izuku leaned into your affectionate touch and closed his eyes. He didn’t want to admit it, but he really did miss you.

“Whatever, still doesn’t warrant you to sneak into the UA campus.” He mumbled, to which you simply shrugged.

You glanced at Izuku and smiled “can’t blame me for wanting to see you.”

Your words made him blush, and he looked away, only for his head to be gently turned back by you caressing his cheek. His heart sped up slightly as he locked eyes with you.

Izukus lips parted as you leaned closer, your breaths mingling with each other. He couldn’t take it- it’d been too long since the two of you had a moment together.

He cupped your cheeks and pulled you closer, gently pressing his chapped lips to yours. Your eyes fluttered shut and you combed your fingers through his hair as your lips danced together.

When you nipped his bottom lip, Izuku gasped and blushed, a little whimper leaving his lips as he gripped onto the sleeves of your jacket, silently begging to deepen this kiss from a regular kiss to a full on make out session.

A bit later .~•*

Your arm was wrapped around Izukus shoulders, while your other hand was in your lap. Izuku glanced at your finger. He raised a brow and grabbed your hand, spreading your fingers apart to see what had caught his eye.

⋆˙⟡Tattoo Izuku Midoriya X Fem!Reader.⟡⋆˙

You glanced down and smiled “like it? I did it myself” you held out your hand to show off your tattoo.

Izuku blushed. Commonly, you didn’t run into anyone with tattoos in Japan, since they were often tied to the yakuza, but this one? He couldn’t deny he found it slightly attractive how the rings sat on your fingers, along with the tattoo and your black painted nails.

“I do” was all the boy mumbled, gently tracing over the tattoo. He blushed softly as you chuckled, feeling a bit embarrassed about his obvious attraction to your tattoo.

You smirked a bit. You weren’t allowed to have tattoos, but you were a rule breaker one thing Izuku secretly liked about you and made one anyway. “Glad you like it” you snickered.

Izuku bit his lip and looked at you. He didn’t understand why, but he found himself speaking before he could stop;

“Could you tattoo me?”

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Low key, you and Izuku got small, stick-and-poke tattoos after that, matching ofc.

Sent 9:01

summary: clicking on contacts in a hurry, you accidentally send a compromising photo Deku, your fellow classmate. Neither of you were expecting the other to be up so late when classes were to presume the next day, and neither of you really minded.

warnings: blowjobs, teasing, Deku’s first time

word count: 3123

[new message: yn]

Deku could hardly grab his phone fast enough, fumbling with the passcode in his excitement. Despite texting you numerous times a day, the rush of adrenaline he received when your name popped up on his screen was greater than any feeling he could get from battle. Maybe it was because he usually knew what to expect from fighting, always a plan in mind. But, with you, the possibilities were endless. Training? Study session? Dinner? Just chatting? He wasn’t sure, but he couldn’t wait to find out. Scrolling through the pages of his home screen, he landed on the one with his texts on it, quickly tapping it with his thumb. You two chatted quite frequently, and in comparison, he didn’t text anyone much (with the exception of All Might, who constantly asked to speak with him during lunch periods, and Bakugo, who found the idea of being able to berate Midoriya without having to physically see him appealing), meaning you were already on top of his notification list. He anxiously opened your contact, reading the message hastily.

Minaaaa, this set is cute but lwk expensive - sent 9:00 p.m. do I keep??? - sent 9:00 p.m. wait let me send a pic - sent 9:00 p.m.

Admittedly, he’s a bit confused. First, he’s definitely sure he’s not Mina, looking down at the skin he’s confident hasn’t been changed to pink through some miracle. And, second, what were you even talking about? Set? Of what? Realizing it must have been a mistake, maybe even something he should stay not knowing, he opens his keyboard to tell you you must’ve clicked on the wrong contact. But, just as he begins typing, his eyes flick up at a new message.

[image attached] - sent 9:01 p.m.

Deku probably shouldn’t have been nosy, digging into texts clearly not for him. He wonders if this was almost as bad as digging into your texts with Mina herself. But, another part of him is curious. Most of your peers were sound asleep, not a single noise in the dorm except for the gentle breeze the stirring papers in front of him. He was supposed to be studying, was studying, before you texted. Fine, he decided to himself silently, going to click on the attachment. I’m already in this deep, what’s one more harmless distraction? He predicted he would click the image quickly, send an apology text that he’s in fact not Mina, but hello regardless, and be on his merry way. What he couldn't have predicted, though, was the image he actually saw. You stood in front of a full body mirror, one he saw before in your bedroom while passing. He observed a few things: posters of your favorite shows, shows you’ve bonded over, a particularly made bed, silk sheets flowing over the frame, and finally, the subject, you. Your face is covered by your phone, but almost every other aspect of you is exposed. One leg over the other, you showed off the white mesh socks you were wearing, sitting right below your thighs that were pressed together. Between your thighs were the lace underwear that rested just about on your hip line, lace trimming the edges . The color was light pink, along with your bralette, that hung on your chest, clinging to you. Looking a bit closer, he recognized the pattern of roses adorning the fabric. He admired for a moment before realizing what he actually just saw.

Oh. Oh.

Once he fully comprends, he shields his eyes immediately, wincing at how hard he just hit himself. That would definitely leave some mark, but it didn’t matter. Not with the already red shade crawling up his neck, threatening to seep into his face. He cracks an eye open only to swipe away, immediately hiding away in his face again. He just saw your legs with nothing on them besides, practically clear socks and a small garment covered in lace. Was this what girls usually send each other? He couldn’t even fathom the thought of asking Denki if a pair of boxers made him look good, or Todoroki if a compression shirt looked nice on him with his abs. There were too many questions whirling around his mind, and if he wasn’t short circuiting on the impact of seeing you, he was now. Maybe the, now swirling, gut feeling planted within him was correct. He rubbed the face once more over his face before opening his eyes, looking at the screen again. He was grateful for the phone’s option of being told there was an image attached without having to actually see it. What he wasn’t grateful for was the option to see when someone was typing, because it made him dizzy, not knowing what you were to say next. Did you notice it wasn’t Mina? Were you embarrassed? Mad at him? He couldn't even think about the last option without his chest tightening. The forewarning of a message almost made him sick. Through his fear induced haze, he came to an epiphany. If he could see you typing, that means… He looked at his keyboard, to discover not only was it open, he was very much typing. Ohgodohgodohgod he was so screwed. Maybe you weren’t aware of your error yet, but you knew whoever was behind the phone saw it, and was actively in the inbox. Red fully consumed him now as he scrambled for ideas of what to do next. He couldn’t even think straight with the mortification. And, though he’d been training extensively, he wasn’t sure his legs had gotten bulkier to the amount his boxers would feel this tight. Facing you seemed unbearable, and he went to the next best thing. Ending it. Through the window sounded like a good option, but since you were still awake, you might make eye contact on the way down. Suffocation could work too, but he felt weirdly… possessive over accidentally dying with his phone unlocked and anyone being able to see the photo. Plus, he really didn’t want to die with everyone knowing thinking he was a pathetic, lonely, horny loser. Did boners work when you were dead? He didn’t know, and he didn’t care to find out. He reached a dead end of idea as you texted again, the notification snapping him out of it.

why are you taking so long to type - sent 9:07 p.m. does this mean I’m jaw dropping lmfao - sent 9:07 p.m.

You were, Deku said to himself before scribbling the thought out of his mind. What was he thinking? You were his classmate! Yes, you were pretty, prettier than any girl he’s ever seen, but what he saw was still wrong. This entire situation and every detail was wrong. He took a sip of water to cool himself off because has it always been so hot in here? He spits it out and chokes on it with the next message.

Deku??? - sent 9:08 p.m.

This was it. He’s lived a good life, could’ve experienced some more things, sure, but simply couldn’t live after this. He threw his phone across the room, almost hitting a valuable All Might figure, and his face into the pillow. No one could see the photo if the screen was destroyed, he supposes. What could he do now? He had to see you tomorrow, and wasn’t sure if he could look you in the eyes. In fact, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to do that again. He could try to pretend he saw nothing, but you were smart, and he was a bad liar. No, if he was going to die, he’d at least apologize first before smothering his face full of cotton. He paced around his room, practicing to himself. After a few minutes, he picked up his, surprisingly not cracked, phone again. Though, he did feel a bit light headed, so he assumed the throw hadn't been too hard. He was faced with four new messages from you.

your poor innocent eyesssss I’m so sorry - sent 9:15 p.m. omfg are you choking??? - sent 9:15 p.m. what just hit your wall, you okay? - 9:16 p.m. please relax I can hear your shuffling - sent 9:16 p.m

If he didn’t deem himself an idiot a few minutes ago, he did now, as he completely glided over the fact his dorm room was separated from yours by a single, thin floor. At least you didn’t seem mad, more concerned if anything, but it was still humiliating. He didn’t even send the photo, he was probably working himself up over nothing, but still. It’s been two minutes since your last message, and since you already knew, he may as well say sorry. Just as his hand reaches the first initial of your name, a new message comes in from you.

you can come see it in person if u want - sent 9:18 p.m.

Huh? You wanted him to do what? If there was anything Deku was, it wasn’t a ladies man. He was far too busy for that, the thought of dating hadn’t even crossed his mind. Very few were surprised when he mentioned to a small group of U-A boys that he hadn’t even had his first kiss during a game truth or dare (where he was originally asked his body count, and almost passed away on the spot). So, going over to your place would be a huge step. But was he willing to take it? Absolutely. He closed his notes immediately, maybe slamming the book down a bit more enthusiastically than he should’ve. He moved to his dresser, picking out a new pair of sleek black boxers (thinking it wasn’t very cool to show up with pre already staining his briefs), a pair of sweatpants, and an athletic shirt. He looked good enough. It didn’t really matter, he was going to take them off anyway. He opened the door gently, so as to not wake anyone, before closing and locking it to make it appear as though he was still in there. He was normally a rule follower, and sneaking out this late for a hookup was probably breaking the rules, but did he care? For once, not really. Then he checked the hallway, making sure no one was in there. If he got caught now he may as well just turn back, pretending he was sleep walking. When the coast was clear, he booked it down the stairs, not caring if anyone heard this time. After all, he was always known for moving before he could think.

One, two, three. He rhythmically knocked on the door, gently this time. He didn’t really care about waking the guys up, they woke him up with their late night shenanigans all the time, but the girls were a different story. He could say he was on his way down to the bathroom when on the guy’s level, but the girl's floor level? And at a door? There was no coming back from that. So as anxious as he was, he knew he had to be careful.

“Door’s unlocked!” Your bright voice echoed outside the door, and he winced. He loved your voice, it was his favorite sound, but he’s sure that just the phrase alone would cause a discussion among a few people that were either woken up, or happened to be quietly awake. He pushed the door open and the scene was even better than what he had seen on the screen. You laid on your bed, back facing the sky, and your neck twisted over to look back at him. Were you sure it was okay for him to see you like this? From the smile you made at his flustered expression, he guessed it was. You sat up, legs moved to the side on your bed, patting the space next to you.

“Come here, Izuku.” His name. He was already weak in the knees, wobbling over to sit on your bed. Out of what seemed like instinct, you placed a hand firmly on his upper thigh, and he swallowed a whimper. “I’m really sorry for looking, it was an accident, I swear!” He tried to be as expressive as possible without causing too much noise, to which you just laughed. Replacing the hand on his thigh to go on his cheek, you replied. “You’re fine, I didn’t mean for you to see it. Not complaining, though.” Your thumb began to rub figures on his face in a circular motion. He melted completely, his brain going to mush. “You and Mina’s contacts are both pinned on my phone,” you began to explain “I accidentally clicked your’s instead of her’s.” “Wait wait wait, I’m pinned in your texts?” He exclaims, not trying to be subtle about his shock. “Well yeah, I text you all the time. More than anyone I think.” He’s at a loss for words. Noticing this, you take charge, pulling him in further to kiss him. The connection brings sparks to his lips, which in turn, makes everything in him short circuit. This was really happening, and he had no clue what to do. He awkwardly guides a hand to rest on your lower back, and the other to hold the back of your hair. Trying to test for boundaries, you slip your tongue slowly into his mouth, two which he immediately gives access to. Just when he fades away into a shell of himself, you pull away, giving him time to breathe. Panting, he looks at you with a bewildered expression. Why did you pull away, was he not doing a good enough job? He hoped you enjoyed just a little, it was his first time after all. And he knew he was enjoying it thoroughly, wanting to feel your soft lips combine with his again. “Think you could take these off for me?” Confused, he looks down. Oh. Your hand is pulling at the hem of his shorts, and he nods immediately before slipping them off and tossing them somewhere in the dark room. He was about to take his boxers off too, before you stopped him, holding his hand so he wouldn’t continue.

“You seem really eager already,” you motion towards his dick, that is fully hard and straining against the boxers, threatening to break through at any time. Great, you hadn’t even done anything yet and he was already rock solid. Nice going. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but is this your first time?” How did you know? Well, he wasn’t going to lie and say it wasn’t The way he looked away, a mixed between desperate and petrified, told you everything you needed to know. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you.” He felt a hand palm his cock through fabric, and gasped, instantly going to rock against it for stimulation. “Here, you can take them off now.” By the time you said the last word, they were already off. Promptly, you got on your knees, not worrying about hair getting in the way. You palmed him again, finding it amusing how sensitive he was from just a light touch.

Then you flicked your tounge against his tip, swirling around the precum that was starting to run. Reveling in the feeling, you decided to stop teasing, and finally wrapped your lips against him. He gripped your hair, squeezing hard as you moved up and down. He’s never felt anything so exhilarating before, the fear of waking anyone up completely washed away under your mouth. He begins thrusting his hips forward, the movement being a bit stiff at first. Once he found his rhythm, though, he was completely addicted. Stuttering breaths and mumbled praises left his mouth. At one point, he slapped a hand over his mouth, trying to conceal a moaned out swear. You looked up, his eyes glossed over completely at the new feeling of your tongue. He looked down at you, taking note of your hand now placed on his hip, your concentrated look, and most importantly, the lingerie that landed him here in the first place. He wanted to rip them off you immediately. That would have to wait for next time, until he got more comfortable. For now, you being able to please him would be enough. When you made eye contact, that was enough to finally make him finish. Singing in your praises, ropes of white, glistening cum coated your throat, and you swallowed, savoring the taste. He layed back on your bed, completely out of breath. Disheveled was an understatement to how he looked at the moment, and you adored it. His green hair was slicked back with sweat, pink misting his face. Though collapsed, he made sure to plant a hand on your shoulder, as if commending you. You stood up and joined him, underestimating how much the quick blowjob would take out of him. Right, it was his first time, you remembered. Baby steps. Originally you planned on removing his shirt and going further, but he seems perfectly content right now.

“How are you feeling?” You said, interrupting his jagged breathing. Your hand began to caress his face again, as if lulling him to sleep. “That was… incredible.” “I’m glad you enjoyed your first. Maybe I should give you a closet tour sometime so you can come back.” You teased, and he turned beet red at the thought of coming back multiple times. He moved your hand away from his face, opting to hold it in between the space that divided you. He didn’t want to move, breathe, or blink. He didn’t want to miss a single second of this. “Do you want to stay the night?” You chirped in, noticing how his grip was growing more intense by the second. Cute, he was protective. “Can I really?” He replied enthusiastically. He never really considered it an option. But he was more than happy to find out it was one. “Of course. Let’s go get you cleaned up, okay?” You stood up, guiding him to the bathroom, and he quickly followed.

Midorya was known for moving too fast before his brain could fully think. Midorya was also known as a lot of things. Innocent. A rule follower. A loser. To some, a virgin. And hooking up with a girl in his class well beyond curfew, and sneaking into her dorm nonetheless was considered none of those things. But, just like the time, he was ever changing. Sneaking out this late for a hookup was probably breaking the rules, but did he care? For the second time in the night, and the second time ever, no, not really.

Author’s Notes:

First fic🙈🙈 This was sosososo fun to write. This might actually be my peak writing and it’s the first one but. I tiny tiny bit ooc but this is my first time writing for Deku so pls bear me. Also virgin Deku pls save me I love him.

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shawtylex09

3 months ago

Dude this would actually be adorable

💘Since Valentine’s Month Is Almost Here, I Was Wondering…

💘Since Valentine’s month is almost here, I was wondering…

🌸Would anybody like little art pieces or Headcannons of their self ship? I’ll send them in asks or DMs!

🌟Please comment/reblog this post so I know who’s okay with me sending fan made pieces in their inboxes on the 14th of February!

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shawtylex09

2 months ago

Hi pookie 🥰

Was wondering if you could write Izuku x reader (fem or gn depending on what you prefer) where reader is a foreigner but also newly in Japan so they don't fully understand Japanese yet? I've seen this concept before and it can be so funny and sweet

No rush at all and thanks in advance 💕

The way I got so excited seeing this ask.

Y’all rush me, PLEASE give me ideas.

Anyways here we go!

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Starting at a new school wasn’t exactly what you had on your bucket list for this year. But thanks to a messy divorce between your parents (or insert any other reason you’d move to Japan idk brh) you and your mom end up moving to Japan.

You stare at the uniform you received with an unimpressed look. The last school you went to didn’t have a uniform, and this one looked extremely..uncomfortable.

You give a heavy sigh and throw it on, looking at the skirt with narrowed eyes. Seemed..short. You snatch some spandex from your closet and put them on underneath, they’re visible but who cares?

After saying goodbye to your mother (or father), you leave your apartment, heading down the street to the school you’d be attending, Aldrea Middle School.

You had done a little Japanese study before, but you couldn’t really speak it fluently- and you couldn’t read any kanji at all. You were worried because- well, you couldn’t speak the native language.

You told yourself you’d be fine, taking some deep breaths and assuring yourself that today was going to go great!

As soon as you stepped foot onto the premise, you could feel the eyes of the other students on you. Everyone..stared. It was to be expected, you definitely didn’t look Japanese, you were also a new face in general so..

You brushed off their stares with a smile, waving to the girls who stared at you as you walked into the building. Your face instantly soured as you walked in, feeling dread hanging over you.

God this was not going to go as well as you thought.

You walked to your first class, looking around with tense shoulders, more stares. “Figures as much” you muttered to yourself as you walked to an empty seat in the back.

You toss down your backpack and sit down, pulling out your phone and ignoring the whispers and sounds of the other students.

The bell rang and you let out a sigh of relief as the teacher walked into the classroom, looking up at the man.

“Today, we have a new student, she’s from (insert country), so try not to give her any grief” and with that, class started.

You let out a second sigh of relief, glad you didn’t have to stand up in front of the class and introduce yourself, and also glad that the teacher seemed to speak English pretty fluently.

As you were taking some notes, you watched an eraser whizz right past you, hitting a boy right in the side of the head. The boy simply sighed and went back to writing. Weird.

That happened a few times during class, people occasionally throwing things at the boy with curly hair. You raised a brow and watched as the other students whispered in Japanese while snickering and gesturing to the boy with curls.

You felt a little bad, wondering what he did to earn such treatment.

As class was dismissed, you looked down at the email on your phone with your schedule on it. You sighed and began to pack your things back into your bag, when you heard commotion. You looked up to see a blonde boy with two brunettes talking to the green haired boy.

You wondered what they were saying, but judging by the green haired boy tensed up, you figured it was nothing good.

You tried to ignore it, but a small yelp made you look up, only to see the blonde gripping the curly haired boy’s uniform. Finally, you couldn’t ignore it anymore. You puffed out your chest and walked over to them, before grabbing the blonde’s hand.

“Let go.” You said in English, however, the blonde just looked pissed. He narrowed his eyes and muttered something in Japanese, to which you assumed was an insult. “Hey! I said let go. You’re being rude.” You glared at the blonde boy, clearly not tolerating his treatment towards Curls (you’d affectionately labeled the boy with- you guessed it -curly hair).

The blonde let go of Curls, and turned to face you, to which you crossed your arms and frowned at him. He raised a brow and spoke in Japanese, narrowing his eyes at you and stalking closer to you, almost threateningly.

“You’re being rude. Mean. God you probably can’t understand what I’m saying.” You sighed and the blonde scoffed “You asshole” the blonde shot back. You couldn’t tell if he actually understood you, or if he just knew bits of English, like how to insult people.

You narrowed your eyes at him before huffing. You grabbed Curls by his uniform, grabbed your backpack and dragged him away from the blonde.

The boy with curly hair was staring at you in awe. You were..amazing!

You set him up outside of the classroom, smiling at him “hi, sorry for dragging you out like that” you said in English, hoping he understood you.

He just stared blankly at you and you sighed “oh great..” you mumbled before pulling out your phone, you quickly typed out what you said to him a second ago, and had google translate read it out in Japanese.

He brightened and shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck and holding up his other hand as he said..something.

You smiled a little, he was adorable despite not speaking English. You typed into the translator, asking him what his name was. The boy blushed a little bit smiled sheepishly “Midoriya Izuku” he said with a dimpled grin.

Your smile widened, and you felt a warmth spread in your chest. This boy was absolutely positively adorable. You pointed to yourself “Y/n, Y/n L/n” you spoke slowly, ensuring he actually understood what you were saying.

“L/n-chan?” He repeated, angling his head to the side “no no, Y/n” you corrected, smiling and trying to work with him, despite the language barrier.

Izuku blinked for a second, before smiling sheepishly “Y-Y/n-chan..?” He asked hesitantly, his cheeks a little red and his hands fidgety.

You nodded approvingly “that’s right! Nice to meet you Izuku!” You shook his hand, while he stared at you with a red face. Did you just call him Izuku..?

He smiled shyly and gently held your hand in his. He could tell the two of you were going to be good friends.

I love when y’all send me asks bc like, rhen I know what the people WANT. Anyways thank you for the ask! It was fun to write this!