I Don't Know How Many People Will Get The Reference But Here's Some Sketch Of Gloomy Bear Toga

TOSHINKO MY BELOVED

silly shigaraki or dabi texts?

not all necessarily silly but I decided to do both and made it poly teehee

(the lockscreen used to be mine that my bf made 🥺)

ive become captivated by this silly guy so woe, doggy yagi art be upon you

inspired by @onesmolbean49 (go check them out!)

+ some feral doggy yagi sketches. his feral & anthro designs are pretttty much identical, but the face shape was just too much fun to change, i peaked with that

trying to become a wine couple with shouto and the two of you sit on the floor in the living room each with a healthily poured glass in hand while you try (and fail) to describe the tasting notes.

"it's very..." you run your tongue over your lips, as though catching the last drop that clings to them might be a breakthrough. "...dry."

shouto swallows another mouthful, his nose twitching a little at the taste—he doesn't seem to like it, but he's trying (mostly for your sake.) he considers your point, and then adds thoughtfully: "i think it's pretty wet actually."

How about the MHA boys who act weird because they had a nightmare about their s/o cheating on them?

do you love me..?

ᡣ𐭩: midoriya, bakugo, todoroki, kaminari

note: sorry for the long wait i was busy with college !

warning: fluff, f!reader

BLOCKING ANY MINOR OR AGELESS BLOGS !

ProHero Bakugou x UA teacher reader (best friends to lovers)

Part4

“What the hell are you chokin on?” Katsuki grumbles, his eyes still on the road in front of him.

“Nothing. I just- uhm.” Your hand extends the golden hoop so he can see what you’d reacted to, your free hand reaching to tuck you hair behind your ear as his eyes dart from your palm to your face. “This fell out of the mirror. It just surprised me.”

“Your own earring scared you?” Why did your stomach hurt realizing he knew it wasn’t yours but was trying to play it off as if he didn’t? It was obvious in the nervous jitter in his voice, like a child afraid to ask his mother for a cookie. “Didn’t know you-.”

“You know this isn’t mine.” Why did it matter that a girl was in his passanger seat and planted it for another girl to find? “Who ever you had in your car last is worried you’re cheating. That’s why women do this.”

“It’s not cheating, we aren’t dating.” His hand runs through his hair, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips as you tuck the jewelry back to where it had come from. “I didn’t even see her put that there.”

“I’m not sure how you’d like me to respond, so I’m just gonna say okay.” The thought of another girl sitting in Katsukis passanger seat had never bothered you before, but now it was hard to not feel betrayed. As long as you’d known him, he’d never given anyone rides, and even made a point to uber to and from the dates he’d go on to avoid doing so. “You gave her a ride?”

“Unfortunately. Her phone died while we were out and we drove to her place.” The nervous tapping of his thumb against his steering wheel made sweat begin to cover your spine. He’s always shared his stories (leaving out the obvious details) but this explanation felt different. “I haven’t seen her since and when you ditched me because of it I stopped replying to her messages.”

The dots come together in your head just as he turned into your apartments car park. This belonged to the girl that had texted you from him phone the night before he ditched you. He never came home that night because he was with her and couldn’t exactly take her to his house while you slept in his bed. Your chest was aching.

“I’ll walk from here.” You felt suddenly nauseous and didn’t want to ruin his car because you’d suddenly felt sick to your stomach knowing the correlation between the earring and his absence. “Thanks for the ride.”

He hadn’t even put the car in park but you were undoing your seat belt and reaching for the door handle. You needed air, and space to figure out while the hell your blood ran cold and your heart had felt pinched. Were you jealous?

No. Not when you’d been in and out of relationships and situationships since the two of you met and you’d never felt this unsettled knowing he’d been seeing someone. You were just angry earring girl is the reason he never showed up to talk to your students.

“No, wait.” His finger presses the door lock repeated, not allowing you to exit or get the space you needed. “I know you’re still pissed, and I don’t blame you. But she’s not the reason I didn’t go, so don’t get shitty over her when it’s all on me.”

“I just really need to get to bed.” You lie, trying to collect yourself as you smile falsely in his direction. He seemed worried, overwhelmed and completely unlike himself as he chews his bottom lip. “We’re good.”

-

It took a few more reassurance for him to finally ease up enough for you to exit his car, but it’s not like he was dropping you off. He followed you out of the car park and toward your front door while his hands shined into his pockets and emotion void of his face.

“I’m heading to bed, you know where the blankets are.” If he wanted to crash here, you wouldn’t stop him. You’d stayed at his place more times than you could count, so you’d ignore the thick uncomfortable tension to return the favor. “If you want to change I think you still have sweats in the laundry closet.”

“I’m not staying, I’m just not done talking.” He stands in the kitchen where you’d just poured yourself a glass of water, his keys landing on your small breakfast nook as you raise a brow in his direction. “I’m sorry. I fucked up and ditched something important to you because I couldn’t sort myself out. If I could go back and never even respond to her text that day I wouldn’t. It wasn’t worth it.”

“It is what it is.” Which is what you’d been telling yourself over and over every time you’d hurt yourself thinking about it. “I already told you were fine. I’ll text you in the morning and things can go back to normal.”

“I saw the way you looked at me when that damn earring fell, you’re upset.” He was right, you were upset but it wasn’t like you had any right to be. The two of you were friends- who’d shared a couple of drunk cuddles. Was that the reason you felt uneasy as he made his way closer? “Is it because she sat in your seat? I won’t let anyone sit there again, that way you don’t have to worry about it. Put your damn name on the dash if you want- just don’t ever look at me like that again.”

“What? No, I can’t make you banish everyone from your passenger seat- I was just surprised.” Which was partially true, never in a million years would you expect a woman to attempt to mark her territory in your best friend’s car. “Plus, you said you aren’t dating her it’s not like it’s gonna happen again.”

Your heart beat thumps in your jugular, watching Katsuki lean across from you and cross his arms. Had he always looked at you so softly? The scowl he notoriously wore was no where in site as your hands shove into your pockets nervously. You were uncomfortable being held by his gaze, and you knew it was obvious.

“If it upsets you like this, I promise you it won’t happen again.” You wanted nothing more for this unbearably awkward conversation to be over, so you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and nod. “Don’t do that, it’s hard to con-.”

Loud knocks come from your front door, thankfully ending the conversation when Katsuki moves to see who was knocking. You follow behind him, seeing as it was your door being knocked on and not his. Unfortunately you had a decently good idea who was pounding on your door- and you knew it wasn’t going to end well.

“Why the fuck do you keep showing up?” Katsuki asks, swinging your door open to reveal Bryce, the man you’d broken things off with and been harassed by ever since. “She told you she’s done, now fuck off.”

“She’s just confused.” Bryce spits, attempting to shove past the two of you to enter your apartment. With one hard shove, Katsuki makes sure it doesn’t happen. “So what? You leave me for this prick?”

“We weren’t dating Bryce.” You explain calmly, grabbing Katsukis arm to pull him back. His chest was heaving and you could tell he was struggling to contain the anger he felt for his coworker standing in your hallway. “You wanted more and I told you no, I’m not seeing anyone else. I only said that to get you to back off. You’re acting insane, and if you don’t stop I’ll press charges and you can kiss your career goodbye.”

“He can kiss it goodbye regardless, he won’t be employed by the time he tries to clock in tomorrow.” Bryce’s jaw tenses, his eyes hardening as Katusukj drapes an arm over your shoulders. A shudder ripples through your body, enjoying his touch far too much. “If you won’t take her telling your sorry ass no as an answer, I’d be happy to make you understand it.”

“I’ll be back, you know I will. I love you, I’m not giving up on us.” Bryce calls, turning to leave. Katsukis grip tightens as the two of you watch him walk away. “I’ll never stop!”

“Go pack a few things, you’re not staying here.”

———

Yeah idk how to end this whoops.

-Parchy💖

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Pages Left to Fill 💕⋆｡°✩ Shoto Todoroki

Masterlist ୨ৎ

It's Shoto's first Valentine's with you, and he's determined to get you the 'correct' gift.

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Glitter 𐔌 𐦯 : Happy Valentines !!!

Warnings :Female!Reader, reader is a GF, established relationship, slight suggestiveness, big texting section, honestly just really fluffy

W/C : ~3.2k

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Sometimes, Shoto can be a little socially inept. 

He knows this. He knows it stems from his isolated upbringing, his complicated family dynamic—though he hates how often he has to attribute parts of himself to that.  But being at UA helped, being surrounded by more ‘normal’ people (if you could say that?) was helping. He’s learning, slowly but surely, and he finds himself enjoying all these new experiences, even if he’s a little late to them.

Enter you. 

You’ve only been dating him for a few weeks, barely enough time for him to grasp the basics of being someone’s boyfriend. But he wants to get it right, especially with Valentine’s Day just three days away.

He never thought much of it before. It was just another date on the calendar, something he associated more with pink-themed store displays than anything meaningful. But now, it feels important. A chance to prove himself to you, to show that this relationship is worth your time. That he doesn’t need you to guide him through everything.

Now it’s a day where he’s supposed to do something special for you.

For the first time in a long time, Shoto Todoroki feels out of his depth. 

He has no idea where to start.

Unfortunately, none of his friends seem like they’d have good advice. The only one who crossed his mind for a second was Denki, but that idea was immediately discarded. He could already imagine the kind of advice he’d get, some overly complicated plan involving sunglasses and, for some reason, an unnecessary explosion.

Which brings him to now, Tuesday morning, staring at Natsuo’s contact.

He’s pretty sure Natsuo has a girlfriend, or at least some experience in romantic endeavors. In their limited interactions, Shoto has picked up on a few subtle signs. There were the late-night phone calls he’d catch Natsuo having in the garden, the way his older brother’s face would turn bright red when he thought no one was watching. Then there was the time he overheard Natsuo asking Fujumi for advice on gifts around Christmas—specifically romantic gifts. And, of course, there was that one unfortunate day when Shoto happened to notice a collection of what he could only describe as… love marks on Natsuo’s neck, which left him quietly questioning his brother's life choices for the rest of the week.

So, with all this information he has gathered, Shoto decides Natsuo is the best course of action. He did briefly consider asking Fujumi for advice, but something told him she’d get far too excited and blow everything out of proportion. She’d probably give him a long lecture too. He doesn’t want that. He just needs a little guidance. 

The phone rings once, and then twice, and then he’s sent to voicemail. Shoto pouts down at the screen. Before he can go to google as his second choice for help, a text comes through first. 

[9:03 AM] Natsuo: Sorry, man, I’m in class right now. What’s up?

This feels strange, asking for relationship advice. He’s not used to talking about this kind of thing, especially with his brother. After a few seconds, he types:

[9:04 AM] Shoto: I need help with Valentines day.

The reply comes quickly:

[9:06 AM] Natsuo: Valentine’s Day?

[9:08 AM] Natsuo: Wait... are you dating someone? Since when??

Oh, he forgot that he hadn’t told his family yet. He wasn’t planning on telling anyone until things felt a little more serious. But I guess asking these sort of questions made it somewhat inevitable. 

[9:10 AM] Shoto: Yeah. I have a girlfriend. We have only been dating for 3 weeks. 

[9:11 AM] Shoto: Please don’t tell anyone yet.

[9:13 AM] Natsuo: Alright, alright, I won’t say anything. I get it. 

For some reason, in this moment, Shoto feels his heart warm a little. He’s never really had the true brotherly relationship. But this feels normal for them, domestic.

[9:15 AM] Shoto: Thanks.

[9:17 AM] Natsuo: Haha! So serious! Dont sweat it lil bro!

Nevermind, Shoto scowls, he hates his big brother. 

[9:19 AM] Shoto: Can you give me advice now. 

[9:21 AM] Natsuo: Ah, right, the actual reason you texted me.

[9:21 AM] Natsuo: Hmm. Try not to overdo it, since it’s still early. 

[9:21 AM] Natsuo: Maybe try something lowkey but personal? 

[9:22 AM] Natsuo: Don’t overthink it, dude. I’m sure at this early stage the fact you are even trying to do anything will be appreciated! 

[9:23 AM] Shoto: Can you give me an example? Just so I’m sure I’m on the same page.

[9:25 AM] Natsuo: Hm… okay. Like a handwritten card? Or a picture of you both? Sum like that. 

Shoto’s mind goes blank for a second.

[9:26 AM] Shoto: That seems too simple. 

[9:26 AM] Shoto: Have you ever been in a relationship? 

[9:28 AM] Natsuo: Going to pretend that wasn’t rude! 😒

Shoto’s brow furrows.

[9:28 AM] Natsuo: But yeah, I’ve been in a few. Trust me, the simple stuff always hits.

[9:30 AM] Shoto: I’ll try it. Thanks.

[9:31 AM] Natsuo: Anytime bro! One more think tho.

[9:32 AM] Natsuo: Since you're dating now... uh,  just don’t forget to be... responsible, okay?

Shoto frowns at the screen. [9:37 AM] Shoto: Responsible?

[9:39 AM] Natsuo: You know what i mean! Haha 

[9:41 AM] Shoto: No I do not. 

Natsuo’s reply comes quickly, almost too quickly.

[9:43 AM] Natsuo: Look, I’m just saying. Protection and all that. Haha

Shoto’s eyes widen, the full realization dawning on him. His face flushes red instantly.

[9:43 AM] Shoto: I do not need this advice. Thank you. 

Natsuo doesn’t stop there.

[9:45 AM] Natsuo: Hey, I’m just trying to help. You’re my little brother!!!

Shoto stares at the screen, blinking rapidly, his face still flushed.

[9:47 AM] Shoto: I appreciate it. But I’m fine.

[9:47 AM] Shoto: Maybe speak to your sexual endeavours about this. 

[9:50 AM] Natsuo: what???!??

[9:47 AM] Shoto: To stop biting you.

[9:52 AM] Natsuo: You know what, I’m just gonna pretend you didn’t say that.

Shoto quickly types, trying to change the subject before it gets any worse.

[9:54 AM] Shoto: Anyway, thanks for the other advice. I’ll try what you suggested.

So, something personal huh? 

~ 

Which brings Shoto to Thursday afternoon, the day before Valentine’s Day.

So far, he thinks he’s managed to keep his plans for you under wraps. Maybe a little too well—because just yesterday, during one of your usual study dates, you had paused mid-note-taking, tapped your pen against your lip, and tilted your head at him.

"You’ve been too quiet lately."

He had blinked at you, unsure how to respond. I’m always quiet wouldn’t exactly work when you already knew him well enough to see through him.

It was... cute, in a way. How easily you picked up on his shifts in mood, even when he thought he was being subtle. He didn’t really know what to do with that kind of attention. But he liked it.

He just hoped you didn’t suspect anything yet.

Anyway, today for mission valentine, he is in the mall.

He ended up taking Natsuos advice somewhat, taking the time to write a detailed and heartfelt card with his feelings to you, but something was still missing. He knew to get flowers, ordering a custom bunch on Tuesday night to be delivered in time (Thank you Endeavour name drop), but despite Natsuos advice to keep it ‘lowkey’ he was on the lookout for a little more.

He’d been wandering around the mall for the last twenty minutes now, his frown growing more pronounced with time. How do I put this feeling into words? How do I show her how important she is to me? How long I’ve waited for this…

He stops in front of a tourist stand. Surely, a trip is too much…

“Shoto???”

His head snaps up at the familiar voice, crinkling the leaflet in his hand as he turns. But the flash of green quickly eases his heart.

Midoriya.

Shoto exhales, releasing tension as his friend approaches, eyes bright with curiosity.

“I thought that was you!” Midoriya says, stopping beside him. His gaze drops to the crumpled leaflet in Shoto’s hand, curiosity flickering across his face. “Uh… are you planning a trip?”

Shoto follows Midoriya’s gaze down to the brochure in his grip—some kind of couples' getaway package, complete with scenic resorts and heart-shaped chocolates. His expression remains neutral, but internally, he’s horrified.

“No.” He drops it back onto the stand like it burned him.

Midoriya blinks before smiling. “Oh! Are you here for Valentine’s Day shopping?”

Shoto doesn’t answer immediately, which is answer enough.

Midoriya’s eyes widen. “Wait… you are?! Does that mean—do you have a girlfriend?”

Shoto feels a strange mix of emotions—mild regret for being spotted, slight panic at the idea of the entire class finding out before he’s ready, and, underneath it all, a small, hesitant sense of pride. Because yes. Yes, he does.

“…Yes,” he admits at last.

Midoriya gasps, practically vibrating in place. “Shoto! That’s amazing! Who is it? How did I not realize?! I mean, I thought you were smiling at your phone more, but—”

Shoto feels his face heat up as Midoriya rattles off every small detail he had apparently noticed. The way he texted more. The way he seemed lighter. The way he—

“—just kind of smile at nothing sometimes?” Midoriya gestures vaguely.

Shoto presses his lips together. Was it really that obvious?

Midoriya suddenly gasps again, eyes practically glowing. “Wait, does that mean this is your first Valentine’s Day with her?! That’s so special, Shoto!”

Shoto exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yes. That’s why I’m here.”

Midoriya’s enthusiasm doesn’t waver. “Okay, okay, no pressure! But what’s your plan? Do you need help picking something?”

Shoto hesitates. He doesn’t mind Midoriya knowing—he’s probably the safest person to tell, outside of Natsuo. But still, something about sharing this part of his life makes his throat feel tight.

“…I have a card,” he says slowly. “And flowers. But I wanted something more personal.”

Midoriya hums in thought. “Something personal… Oh! What about an experience? Like a day out or something—maybe not a whole trip though...”

Shoto pauses. His mind flickers back to a few weeks ago—how your eyes had lit up when you talked about that one artist. The way you always played their music during study dates, humming absentmindedly, completely lost in the moment. He remembers the song playing in the background as you gently traced your fingers along his face, both of you hesitating, then leaning in for a soft, tentative first kiss. The way you had giggled afterward, your smile so warm it made his chest ache.

“…I know what to get,” he says, turning on his heel.

Midoriya blinks. “Oh! Okay! Do you want me to come with—”

“No.”

Midoriya chuckles. “Alright, alright! Good luck, Shoto! And, um, if you ever wanna talk about—” He gestures vaguely, expression warm. “You know. Relationships. I’m happy to listen.”

Shoto gives him a nod—one that, after a moment, carries a little more meaning than just goodbye. 

~

Friday morning, Valentine's day. He had woken up to a good morning text from you, and motivation messages from both Natsuo and Midorya. And suddenly he was nervous in a whole different way. 

It wasn’t like him to be uncertain. But there was something about today, about this. Every time you looked his way, his chest tightened. His fingers would flex in his lap, as if he could do something with that energy.

The problem was, he couldn’t seem to get a moment alone with you. The entire class was buzzing, and as the day went on, his nerves grew. How was he supposed to give you the gift without feeling awkward? He hadn’t really thought about how it would feel to give a present to someone he cared about. What if it wasn’t enough? What if it wasn’t right?

But then, at lunch, the bell rang, and that was it. The moment he’d been waiting for. The class broke apart, but his eyes found you instantly.

He took a breath, gathered his thoughts, and stood. You hadn’t noticed yet, so he took the opportunity to walk over to where you were standing.

“Hey,” he said quietly, and when you turned to him, there was that familiar warmth in your gaze that made his heart beat a little faster.

“Hey,” you replied, the smile tugging at your lips.

“I…” He hesitated, feeling a sudden tightness in his chest. It felt strange to be so out of his element. “I have something for you.”

“Really?”, your eyes widened for just a moment, the surprise softening into something warmer.

He looked at the ground for a second, clearing his throat. “I... I wanted to give it to you, but... maybe... somewhere quieter?”

You tilted your head, sensing his nervousness, and nodded with a soft smile. "Of course, Shoto."

A few moments later, Shoto and you were perched under a bright tree, the sun out as he watched his classmates flutter around. You were looking at him expectantly, but not with judgement, a slight blush across your face. Now or never, huh?

His hand shook ever so slightly as he reached into his bag and handed you the envelope. He avoided your gaze, feeling the heat rise in his face despite himself.

You carefully opened it, scanning the card. He could feel your attention on him, the way you were taking in the words he had carefully written. His throat felt tight, but he waited, watching the way your expression softened.

“This is… really thoughtful, Shoto,” you said, your voice gentle.

He didn’t know what to say to that. It was strange to hear someone speak to him like that—like he had actually done something right. “I wasn’t sure if…” He stopped, unsure of how to finish. “I wanted to make sure it was right.”

You smiled at him again, this time the warmth more tangible. “It’s perfect,” you said, and there was something in the way you said it that made his heart calm, just a little.

Without thinking too much about it, Shoto pulled out the second part of the gift—the tickets. “There’s… one more thing.”

You looked at the tickets, then back at him, confusion flickering across your face for a split second before it was replaced by recognition.

“These are for the concert?” you asked, shock creeping onto your face.

Shoto nodded, his expression as neutral as he could make it, though he could feel the tension in his shoulders. “I remembered you mentioned wanting to go,” he said. “I thought… if you still wanted to, we could go together.”

You blinked, clearly surprised. For a moment, Shoto was afraid you might not like it—but then your smile grew wider, and it felt like the weight had finally lifted from his chest.

“Shoto, this … this is too much! You didn’t need to do all of this for me..”

“I did,” he said simply, looking at the tickets. “I wanted you to be able to go.” And, selfishly he thought, he wanted more alone time with you. As much as he could manage.

You stepped closer, your hand lightly brushing against his. “Thank you,” 

He nodded, a faint flush creeping up his neck, it had all been worth it. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it, Sho…” You looked away for a moment, cheeks flushing slightly, before murmuring, “But this totally overshadows mine…”

Shoto blinked, “What...?” he asked, a little surprised.

“I didn’t know we were doing big gifts, okay?” you raised your hands up, like trying to defend yourself. “So I just made you something, it’s just little and—”

His heart softened, for some reason he didn’t even consider you would also get him a gift. He stepped a little closer, catching your gaze. “I’m sure whatever you made is perfect.” His voice was gentle, reassuring. 

You hesitated for a moment before reaching into your bag and pulling out a small, neatly wrapped box. "I… hope you like it," you said, a little uncertain.

"I’m sure I will." He took the box from you carefully, his fingers brushing yours for a second as he did, looking up from the box to your gaze, making sure to keep this memory burned into his mind.

He gently opened the box, not wanting to disturb your work, before moving the tissue paper out of the way. He paused.

It was a scrapbook.

It was small, about the size of a small notebook, with the first picture of you both plastered on the front page, surrounded by little stickers. His hands trembled slightly as he held it, the weight of it making his chest feel heavier than usual.

His thumb traced over the cover, heart thudding in his chest.

“It’s not finished yet!” you sputtered, nerves bubbling up. “I’ve only filled in the first few pages, but I was thinking we could fill it in together and—” As you spoke, his fingers flicked through the first pages. There it was—your first date, the receipt from the boba store, the cinema tickets. As he flipped through, a soft, warm feeling began to bloom in his chest. It was clear now what Natsuo meant. Personal gifts, something with real meaning, were truly unbeatable.

Shoto could barely speak, eyes tracing over each little detail you’d added. 

“I…” He swallowed, a lump forming in his throat as he searched for the right words. “This... this means a lot.”

He met your gaze, his chest tightening with something more than gratitude. Everything he had felt in the last few (amazing, complicated) weeks surged to the surface. You’re mine. He had someone who took the time to do this for him, someone who cared enough to leave pages in a scrapbook just for him to fill. 

Thank you doesn’t mean enough, so he lets his body talk for itself. Even though everything was still new—still uncertain, still so fragile—he couldn’t deny how much he wanted to be close to you. It’s only been a few weeks, and nothing has been exchanged except a brief kiss or two and some light hand holding. But despite the lack of his experience burning in the back of his mind, he can’t help but lean in. 

He reached out, hand gently brushing through your hair, pulling you closer. Even as the thought nagged at the back of his mind—we're in public, no one knows yet—he couldn't bring himself to care. The happiness swelling in his chest was overpowering.

His lips meet yours, and you must feel it too, in the way this kiss is more powerful than the rest.  It was still new, still uncertain in some ways, but there was an undeniable tenderness that made Shoto feel like everything had led to this moment.

He could do this forever. He wanted to. And maybe—just maybe—he’d get to.

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i've been writing so much angst lately this was kinda hard. But enjoy loves! and happy day of love! ε(´｡•᎑•`)っ 💕

baseball hawks smau perchance..

AAAAAUUUUGGGGGGHH being fwb with the baseball team's captain mhm mhm mhm

from the dugout // hawks

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keigo tag: @bitchyfestivalbouquet

that wasn't me!!

kaminari, midoriya, bakugou, shouto, sero, dabi, iida x reader (individual)

his friends are sick of his endless pining and ask you out on his phone. someone has to make a move, can you really blame them?

notes: i was really trying to make it so i didn't default denki being the one who steals their phones bc his ass would be most likely to pull that shit. i like the idea of katsuki getting so fed up with izuku/iida talking about you + doesnt get why they havent made a move so he does it for them forcefully. like here. damn.