If You Take Requests, Can I Have Atsushi Being Comforted By The Reader When Hes Crying Because They Saw

Can I request a scenario where dazai asking reader "Can I get my best friend back?" Basically wanting to be friends again with the reader ( dazai broke up with her few months back, reader kinda ignores dazai. )

Request?: Yes Summery?: Dazai Had broken up with the reader, which lead into months of torture for both you, him, and your loved ones. Character? Dazai Osamu Genre: Angst to fluff, Hurt to comfort.

A/N: I am Alive, Its been a little while since I posted something, been concentrating mostly on my school. I do get the notifications of you guys reading my stuff and Im upmost grateful that you guys had boosted my Story to 160 Reads, Its amazing knowing people like my stuff. Well Then, I have my other Fanfic ready to go! I hope you guys like this one too.

God the air around you felt like a weight of a thousand Wales.

You couldn’t breath. It was suffocating around you, It has been for a whole while now since the incident when it came towards your Boyfriend, Ex boyfriend now.

The love of your life broke up with you, and In all Honesty,

It had broke you in any way possible.

You were In love With Dazai Osamu, and when you were around him, It really showed when you both were at work. 

You guys looked amazing, The atmosphere felt amazing and You loved working in the agency. Now? It just felt like a tiring request to get out of bed everyday, especially seeing your ex everyday at work, (Even though he didn’t stay long, It was either him being gone, or You leaving early so you wouldn’t talk to him.)

You completely ignored him, as much as you could ignore him.

And today wasn’t any exception too.

“And That’s sums it up for this mission. Dazai, L/n, You will be working together on this case, I trust you two can do that?” It suddenly sounded like a Nightmare, when the president assigned you on a case with, Him.

You immediately stood up, your hands both slammed on the table, as everyone could feel the room shift.

You looked at the president, “I’m sorry Sir, with all due respect, I can’t work with him. Even If our abilities together work the best.” You looked at Dazai, Catching something nobody was suppose to catch in his eyes.

Hurt.

He was deeply hurt but hiding it for the public.

Your voice cracked slightly. “I can’t work with him.”

And with that, you took a heavy breath, and before everyone could stop you, you walked right outside again, You couldn’t possibly be in the same room as the Man you love, The man you still are deeply in love with, especially with you ignoring him for the past months or so.

Walking out that meeting room, distressed, You quickly stumbled downstairs and outside of the building, shaking slightly as you just realised you went out of line with your boss.

“Y/n.” You heard a voice behind you that made you freeze.

You turned around seeing him stand there

The man You want to despise yet you can’t help but love him.

“What.” You Said Coldly. “Why have you been ignoring me?” Dazai asked you, and you could just punch that pretty face of him for asking that.

“Why? WHY? Oh Os-Dazai you Know exactly why. You broke up with me, You broke my heart and you expect me to just, What? Go back and be friends again? No can do sorry not sorry.” You spoke against him, as you quickly recovered from saying his first name, totally ignoring the fact he said yours.

Dazai looked at you, the height difference showing, as you felt so small compared to him, as he looked down on you. “I made a stupid mistake..” He whispered, You not noticing his hand being placed on the back of your lower back, holding you in place, not minding his touch as much as you wished you did mind.

“I was, I am scared Y/n, I come from a dangerous place, dangerous people and a lot of people who want to destroy me, use me, They can try with me but..” He paused a little, his voice becoming smaller, “..I can’t risk you, I want you to be mine but I can’t risk it..”

Your eyes widen at the confession, feeling his tremble a bit, and with that, you relaxed as you put a hand against his cheek, as he gently leaned in. “Please..I need you..” He whispered softly, his emotions finally getting through, as you nodded too.

“I need you too..” You finally confessed, as you now fully held his face, the smallest smile on your face. 

He leaned closer down, and your lips finally connects with his.

The start is fresh, and maybe that’s just what you two needed.

Chapter four

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Warning: 

The Following Story is entirely out of my imagination, I do not mean harm when writing this story with any religion or culture.

That being said, BNHA does not belong to me, any other character beside the main character does not belong to me.

English isn’t my first language, please be kind <3

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Bakugou’s breath hitched as he took an involuntary step back. His heart pounded in his chest, not from exertion—but from something else. Something unfamiliar.

Fear.

Your eyes, usually burning with confidence, had turned pitch black, like the void of a starless night. The flames surrounding you crackled with wild, erratic energy, shifting from blue to a light blue, then flickering into white for a split second. The air around you was suffocating, heavy with something unnatural.

“The hell is this?” Bakugou muttered, his voice quieter than usual. He clenched his fists, trying to steady himself.

Aizawa stood up, straightened his posture as he felt the shift in this fight. He looked at the side where Present Mic was standing. “Those flames aren’t the ones we are used to..” Aizawa pointed out, paying extra attention now, his fingers tensed, already preparing to activate his quirk again if necessary.

You put a small step forward, those steps being uneven making you look like a zombie. Your flames shining brighter than ever. All of the sudden a slash of flames, hotter than the sun, came over towards bakugou, as he could dodge it just on time.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” he barked, flipping mid-air before landing in a crouch. His chest heaved, adrenaline spiking in a way he did not like.

That wasn’t a normal attack. That was something deadly.

He clenched his fists, forcing himself to focus despite the sting across his face. His skin burned just from being near it. He grit his teeth. “Oi! What the hell are you—?!”

He stopped in his tracks, as you stood in front of him, your hair burning, no—

Floating.

He looked closely to your forehead, a massive scar ran from side to side. It looked like barbed wire running across it. But the weirdest part was not the scar itself

But that it in fact was glowing.

Your hands were covered in flames, almost grabbing bakugou when he suddenly got pushed to the side. Midoriya tackled him on the ground as she nearly hit him.

Bakugou hit the ground with a grunt, the weight of Midoriya keeping him down just long enough to avoid your outstretched, burning hands. The heat from your flames still singed the air above him, and for a split second, he could feel the searing intensity brush past his face.

“The hell, Deku?!” Bakugou barked, shoving Midoriya off him.

Midoriya scrambled up, his eyes frantic. “You weren’t moving!” he shouted, his gaze darting back to you.

Your flames had completely lost their shape. The white-hot fire around you swirled chaotically, licking at the air with a hunger that didn’t seem normal. Your stance was unsteady, your breath uneven. And those eyes—the ones that weren’t yours but somehow were yours at the same time—fixed on the two of them with something unrecognisable.

Aizawa’s sharp eyes narrowed as he took in the scene before him. The intensity of your flames, the unnatural way they moved—it wasn’t normal. It wasn’t just a quirk going out of control. Something deeper was happening.

Without hesitation, he activated Erasure. His hair whipped upwards, his crimson gaze locking onto you as his quirk flared to life.

Nothing happened.

Aizawa’s stomach dropped.

Your flames didn’t even flicker. They roared, surging higher, feeding off some unseen force. His Erasure should have worked. It always worked. So why—?

“Shit.” Aizawa immediately reached for his capture weapon, swinging it toward you with practiced precision. If he couldn’t shut your quirk down, he’d have to contain you.

But the second the cloth neared your flames—It disintegrated.

Aizawa barely had time to react before a wave of scorching heat blasted toward him. He jumped back, dodging it by inches, but even then, the air stung against his skin. “Sensei!” Midoriya’s panicked voice rang out as he forced himself up. His eyes darted from Aizawa to you, horror settling into his expression. “Your Erasure—why didn’t it work?!”

Aizawa didn’t answer immediately. His jaw clenched as he landed in a low stance, calculating his next move. Why didn’t it work?

Aizawa quickly switched gears. He wouldn’t be able to neutralize your quirk—but he could subdue you. His capture weapon might not hold, but if he could get close enough—

Before he could act, a sudden, piercing shriek filled the air.

Not from you.

From the fire itself.

The white-hot flames surged violently, expanding outward like a living creature—lashing at the ground, leaving behind deep scorch marks. The entire battlefield was becoming unstable.

Aizawa’s eyes widened slightly. This had to stop.

“Everyone, back up!” he commanded, his voice sharp and unwavering. His gaze flickered to the staff area, where the pro heroes were now on their feet. “We need reinforcements—NOW.”

Bakugou, despite his injuries, growled. “Like hell I’m backing down!”

Aizawa shot him a deadly glare. “That’s an order, Bakugou. This isn’t just a fight anymore.” Bakugou gritted his teeth but didn’t argue further. He wasn’t stupid—he knew when shit was bad.

And right now?

This was a whole new level of dangerous.

Alarms went off, and the students were ushered behind them.

“We can help!” Iida screamed as Midnight held him back. She shook her head.

“This is bigger than you all. I trust you with my life, but this girl—” she pointed at you, half-drowning in your own flames—“this has never happened before! Do not do anything irrational for our sake!” she cried, trying to create distance between the flames and the students.

Suddenly, a flame was being thrown towards them

“Duck!!” Present Mic screamed, Activating his quirk as they all ducked on the ground.

“MOVE!”

All Might was already in motion, his body a blur as he leaped into the air. Even in his weakened state, his instincts were razor-sharp. With a single, powerful swing of his arm, he sent a burst of wind toward the oncoming flames, redirecting them just before they could consume the students.

The fire scattered, but it didn’t go out. It didn’t even weaken.

All Might landed in a crouch, his expression grim as he took in the battlefield. “These flames… they’re not normal.” His voice was tense, low, nothing like his usual booming confidence.

Aizawa grit his teeth, keeping his stance low. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

Deku and Bakugou were still near the front, their bodies coiled and ready for action despite the obvious danger. Deku’s hands clenched into trembling fists, his mind racing at a million miles per second.

This isn’t normal—this isn’t normal—what’s happening to her?!

He’d never seen flames like these, not even from Todoroki. They were alive, writhing unnaturally, burning hotter than anything he’d ever felt. And your eyes—

“Shit,” Bakugou muttered beside him, wiping at the sweat dripping down his face. His usual arrogance had been replaced with something sharper, more serious. “She’s losing it.”

Aizawa didn’t take his eyes off you, already preparing to counter whatever happened next. “She’s not just losing it,” he said, voice grave. “She’s burning herself out.”

All Might straightened, his fists tightening at his sides. “We need to get her under control before she burns everything—including herself— to the ground.”

Just as he said it, a new presence entered the battlefield.

Aizawa’s eyes flickered toward the side as Endeavor stormed onto the scene, his own flames roaring to life. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his posture—something different. He wasn’t here just as a hero.

He was here because he recognized exactly what was happening. “Step back.” His voice was deep, final. “I’ll handle this.”

Bakugou scoffed, still panting from the fight. “Yeah? Where the hell were you before this got outta hand?”

Endeavor ignored him, his piercing gaze locked solely on you. All might stood next to him, protecting bakugou and deka from the flames. Everyones gaze locked onto you,

Until you suddenly weren’t there

You moved quickly, as a white fire wip grabbed endeavours arm, as if it saw him as an enemy and not an ally

Endeavor barely had time to react before the white-hot flame wrapped around his arm, tightening like a vice. The heat was unbearable—even for him. This wasn’t normal fire. With a sharp grunt, he wrenched his arm free, his flames flaring in retaliation. But as soon as he turned, you were gone again.

Fast. Too fast.

"Where—?"

"Above!"

All Might’s voice rang out just in time. Endeavor’s instincts kicked in, and he barely managed to twist to the side before you came down like a meteor, flames crashing into the ground where he had just stood. The earth cracked under the force of your attack, a shockwave of searing heat forcing everyone nearby to stumble back..

Your face was eerily blank. No recognition. No hesitation. Just raw, uncontrolled instinct.

And the fire was moving on its own.

That was the real problem. It was acting like it had a mind of its own, striking out without you even needing to direct it. Like it had decided Endeavor was a threat—on its own. All Might’s voice was tense, urgent. “We can’t let this continue.” But before anyone could make a move, a new voice cut through the chaos.

“OI!”

Everyone’s heads snapped toward Bakugou. He was already moving. Ignoring the heat, ignoring the flames, he charged straight toward you. “Kacchan! stop!” Midoriya’s voice was desperate, but Bakugou didn’t even hesitate.

He saw it—what the others didn’t.

Yeah, the flames were out of control. Yeah, you weren’t responding. But you hadn’t attacked him. Not with this hateful purpose he saw with endeavour anyways

He wasn’t the enemy.

“Snap the hell out of it!” His voice was raw, loud enough to punch through the roaring flames.

But you didn’t react.

Bakugou gritted his teeth. Fine. If words weren’t enough—

He grabbed your wrist. A shockwave of heat burst from your skin, sending sparks flying as his glove instantly caught fire. The smell of burning fabric hit the air, but he didn’t let go.

“You hear me?! Cut this shit out already!”

Your body jerked.

The flames stuttered.

For the first time, your blank eyes flickered.

Not black.

Not empty.

Yours.

And just like that—

The fire collapsed.

The white-hot flames vanished, pulling inward as if a switch had been flipped. The battlefield fell silent. The only sound was your sharp, ragged breathing.

The weirdest part was

You weren’t burned at all.

Your legs buckled, and Bakugou caught you before you could hit the ground. His hand was badly burned, but he barely reacted, just grumbling under his breath as he steadied you.

“Dumbass,” he muttered. “Next time, warn us before you go nuclear, yeah?”

You cracked a tired smile, your voice barely above a whisper. “You think I wanted to go all ‘nuclear’?”

Your body was slowly giving out, but through the blur of your vision, you could see All Might running toward you. He gently picked you up from Bakugou’s arms as you lulled into sleep against him.

“Dad..” Was the last thing you said before hearing someone scream “someone warn recovery girl!”

And everything went black.

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The first thing you felt was a soft paw on your hand, indicating that nezu had heard about the incident. 

Of course he knows

You blinked slightly, the bright light shining too bright for your liking in your eyes. Shifting slightly, you moved to see Nezu at the side of your bed, worry seeable in that expression of his.

You smiled weakly in your pillow, looking at him. “It feels like a truck just drove through my body..” You groaned, “what happened..?”

“You lost control,” Aizawa said bluntly, his tired eyes scanning you. “Badly.”

Your head pounded as the memories came rushing back. The heat. The flames licking at your skin. The way everything had blurred together in a haze of white fire. You had never felt that kind of power before—it had been overwhelming, all-consuming.

“God..” You shot up but winced, “Is everyone okay?? Did someone get hurt??” You panicked as nezu grabbed your hand tighter.

“Calm yourself,” he said, voice gentle but firm. “Panicking will only make things worse.”

You forced yourself to take a breath, your body still trembling from exhaustion. Your eyes darted around the room, searching for any signs of disaster. “But—my flames—”

“No one was seriously hurt,” Aizawa interrupted, his gaze heavy. “Some minor burns, a few close calls, but nothing fatal.”

Your heart pounded. “I—”

“You lost control,” he said, tone blunt but not unkind. “But you didn’t completely lose yourself. You didn’t attack anyone directly.”

That should have been comforting, but it wasn’t. Your hands curled into fists against the blanket. “That doesn’t change the fact that I could have.”

“It doesn’t,” Nezu agreed, but his eyes—calculating and impossibly sharp—held something else. “Which is why we need to figure out why this happened and how to ensure it doesn’t happen again.”

Endeavor scoffed from where he stood, arms still folded. “It was rage. Pure and simple.”

You turned to glare at him, anger bubbling beneath your skin despite your exhaustion. “You think I wanted to lose control?”

“I think you let it consume you,” he replied coldly. “I’ve seen it before.”

Your fingers twitched, flames threatening to spark at your fingertips before you took a deep breath and forced them down. Nezu tilted his head, watching you closely. “This isn’t just about anger, is it?”

You hesitated. The truth was, you didn’t know. It had been rage—anger at Bakugou, at the past, at yourself—but it had been something more, something deeper. Something you still couldn’t explain.

Aizawa sighed, rubbing his temples. “For now, just rest. We’ll deal with this when you’re stronger.”

You wanted to argue, to demand answers, but the exhaustion was already pulling you down again. You let out a shaky breath, nodding slightly. Nezu finally released your hand, offering you a small smile. “We’ll figure this out together.”

You sighed as everyone left the room, your head hitting the pillow as you could only think of the disaster that happened today. ‘My new friends are going to hate me..’ She mumbled softly, as she closed her eyes again, letting sleep take her away again.

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Screams. That was all she could hear.

The air reeked of burning flesh, though she wasn’t sure if it was hers. Heat rippled through the darkness, pressing against her skin like a living thing, whispering against her ears like voices from the abyss. She touched her cheek—her skin was intact, yet the sensation of melting wouldn’t fade.

Then, through the inferno, a figure emerged. Cloaked in shadow and fire, its presence commanded the very flames to part around it. It moved with an unnatural grace, as if the world bent to its will.

“Do not be afraid, princess,” the figure spoke, its voice a deep, silken purr that sent ice down her spine despite the unbearable heat. “When the time is right, I will come for you.”

Her breath caught in her throat. There was something wrong with its presence, something ancient and absolute. The way it stood—poised, patient, knowing—made her feel as though this moment had already been decided, written in fire and brimstone long before she was even born.

She wanted to move, to run, but the ground beneath her was no longer solid. The flames curled at her feet like living tendrils, waiting. Watching.

The figure took another step forward, and the fire pulsed with it, as if bound to its will. She could see its face now—or what should have been a face. Instead, shifting darkness obscured its features, except for its eyes. Two burning pits of gold, glowing with something far worse than malice. Devotion.

“I serve only my master,” the figure murmured, tilting its head. “And you, my dear, belong to him.”

The fire surged, and suddenly, a hand—its hand—reached for her. The moment its fingers brushed against her skin, a searing pain exploded through her palm, as if hell itself had branded her. The agony pulled a scream from her throat, but the sound was swallowed by the inferno.

She was falling.

Falling into him. Into his world.

And then—

She woke up.

Gasping, her body jerking upright, the darkness of her room pressing in around her. The flames were gone, but her skin still burned. Her heart pounded against her ribs, her breath uneven.

She looked down at her trembling hand.

A fresh burn mark had appeared on her palm, the imprint of an outstretched hand. The pain was dull now, but the heat still smoldered beneath her skin, a silent reminder of what had touched her. She clenched her fingers, but the mark remained, unmoving—a brand, a promise, a warning. Something was going on.

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Heavens Prophecy (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader story)

Welcome to my newest fanfic series! I will be posting on both wattpad and here so feel free to choose which app you like most :DD

I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing this!

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She was never meant to exist.

Abandoned as a baby on U.A.’s doorstep, raised by Nezu, trained by Japan’s top heroes—her life has always been anything but normal. Too strong. Too fast. Too much. But no one questioned it. Not really.

Until now.

Something is changing. Her powers feel different, unstable—like something ancient is waking up inside her, something bigger than quirks, bigger than heroes, bigger than this world. Because with every secret she uncovers about her past, the more dangerous her future becomes. She isn’t just a threat—she’s the biggest target in the universe.

And through it all, standing right next to her, is a certain explosive blond she just can’t seem to escape… or make peace with.

Will she ever truly accept who she is—even if she hates the answer?

And when the time comes, when the weight of the universe rests in her hands, will she fight for the ones she loves… or embrace the destiny she was born for?

Stay tuned to find out ;)

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Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine

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Okay My god I am alive, I think I started this account like last summer? I wanna try and write again, and since I’m obsessed with Miguel O’Hara at the moment, I would love to write more marvel scenarios 😔

Give me some fresh miguel and others of the spiderverse requests guyss😩

so, you know the official arts of bsd characters holding their wan version?

could you write something about it? it doesn't have to be character x reader

just characters interacting with their chibi selves

Request?: Yes Summery: Characters reacting to their wan self Characters: Dazai, Atsushi, Akutagawa, Chuuya Genre: fluff, them being crackheads

A/N: Hello hello! Back again with another one, thank you so much for requesting this and I hope its to your liking! Feel free to request again, its so much fun writing about them hihi- Anyways enjoy!

Dazai Osamu:

They will be a menace together if not absolute hell.

You think kunikida could survive one? barely, but two? Oh my lord pray to the lords and especially for the soul of kunikida- 💀

Man has to fight for his life to get to live

Him and his wan would prank so many people, and now since their together, they will be searching for this beautiful to commit with

however this little wan is a living reminder of the hell he actually went through.

He does also however have someone who understands him completely, cause well, its him-

They both ramble how much they love hate Chuuya-

This crazy ball of energy, but the good kind.

Atsushi Nakajima:

Oh they would both be so sweet against each other and others-

They would, just like dazai, talk about how much they Hate love Akutagawa, but in all honesty I see them vent against each other cause they understand each other the best

Atsushi would honestly be like '🥹' when seeing wan!atsushi's tiger form

its just like a little cat he can't resist to pick him up and carry him around-

He would team up with himself, just because the president ordered him too one day and that just became a normal thing

They would hate and love each other, since they share the same mindset

Akutagawa ryunosuke:

Hates him for some reason-

I mean of course cause he doesn't really like himself but seeing his wan like this, especially how he interacts with Atsushi's? He damn jealous for sure

not in the ship way, just the way that he's jealous of the wan!aku for having such a casual life.

They would however bond by drinking like tea together-? I don't know I see aku as a tea person 😭

They both would talk about their devotion towards Dazai, and shit talk about Atsushi cause why the fuck not-

They would really be rivals against each other.

Chuuya Nakahara:

DOG MOVIES DOG MOVIES!

they would watch those sad mf dog movies together, that in all honesty are so sappy compared to the Chuuya himself

drinking contest just because I said so

I bet he has like this photo of dazai, and they take turns throwing darts at his face cause they think their hilarious as hell-

The drunk gingers will angry rant about dazai and like 50 ways to beat him up, Chuuya may or may not broken a glass-

When their with Dazai's? run for your goddamn life.

they be throwing themselves at him and not in that way you horny bastards I see you guys-

They be throwing hands fr

Takes a lot of effort to just get them off each other

''I'm proud of you kiddo'' Dad! Tony stark x !kid Reader

Request?: No Summery: You have always have been trying to impress your dad, even though he always been proud of you, you want to work hard. So when you finally had your diploma in your hand, he was the proudest dad in the world. Genre: Fluff, No Angst, just fluff!

A/N: Hi guys, first fic, Hope you guys like it, Cause I'm totally into the father figure Tony stark.

The end of the school year was getting closer by the day, You’ve been studying like crazy for your finals determining if you would graduate from high school or not. It’s been some crazy years, since the avengers began saving the world, more threats were popping up everywhere and in All honesty, you have the most experience in it. Some people say you're lucky, some people just want you dead.

Those are some things you deal with when you are born in the stark family.

Being the kid of the Iron man, Tony stark, has some Ups but also downs. First off, he’s always so busy, saving the world and tinkering for new gadgets for his own Iron man suit, he spends hours down in the lab that you have to bring his food and water down, before Pepper would find out and she would scold him for being so irresponsible for his health.

Every time you do bring some food, He thanks you by ruffling your hair and Telling you something about the new gadget he’s making. You smile in yourself at the memory, when he actually allowed you to make your own suit with him, customised to your liking. 

‘’Only use it when you have no choice and when you are in actual danger.’’ He told you, as you nodded, understanding why after the whole event of Ultron Taking over the Iron man suits.

Even if he’s not the most perfect dad, he is your’s and you love him with all your heart. That’s why you have been a hard worker your entire life. They had expectations for you, most of the criticism was from the media, but you honestly didn’t care about all that, all you cared about, was the opinion of your dad, who has always been there since you’ve been born into the family.

And when the finals were starting, You were more than ready to go head on into these tests, Your Diploma so close into your reach it wasn’t funny. Tony did worry a bit, when he saw the patterns of hard work he created and inherited from his side. You were locking yourself in your room, studying 24/7 about the subjects you had to take, Like you, he eventually brought you food, just like how you would do it to him.

‘’You Okay Kiddo?’’ He asked you, as he tried to sound as smug as he could, but you were you dad’s kid, you knew better. You looked over at him as you could see him slightly worried. “Yeah dad, Just studying for finals, I’m almost done for the day, Thank you for the food.’’ You smiled at him, as he just ruffled your hair. 

“Alright Kid, After studying wanna help me with an upgrade on your suit? I think I have some few ideas and you left your sketches around my lab, I just took a look and liked some ideas so I wanna put it on your suit.’’ He chuckled, seeing you get excited by it.

‘’Okay! Coming!’’ You smiled, cleaning the place up as you guys worked for the rest of the day on your suit.

And now,

Now you were in the crowd, waiting for your name to be called, To get that Diploma in your hand.

‘’Y/n Stark’’ The principal called out

You smiled widely, as you walked up to the stage, everyone clapping as you waved to the audience. Some press were taking Photo’s of you, as you shook the teachers hand. You looked over at the crowd, as one person stood out of the crowd.

Your smile went wider as you saw your dad in the crowd, and laughed slightly as you could see some small tears in his eyes. You signed your diploma, grabbed it gently out of the principals hand and walked off towards your family, as you hugged your dad tight.

He kissed your forehead and smiled at you. “I’m proud of you kiddo’’

And at that moment, You know you will always have your dad, It was You two against the world.

Chapter One

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Warning: 

The Following Story is entirely out of my imagination, I do not mean harm when writing this story with any religion or culture.

That being said, BNHA does not belong to me, any other character beside the main character does not belong to me.

English isn’t my first language, please be kind <3

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The first thing you remember are Nezu’s words."You are special.” He had whispered it one night as he tucked you in, his small, warm paw brushing against your cheek. Nezu had always told you the story of how he found you—an infant left at the gates of U.A., wrapped in midnight-colored silk, staring up at him with eyes too knowing for a child."You came like a blessing I didn’t deserve."

He had raised you with unwavering care, but even as he doted on you, he never shielded you from the truth."But with being special comes great danger."His small claws had pushed your bangs back as he kissed your forehead. "Remember, little light, while you shine, you will inspire others."

You weren’t like the other children. You developed your quirk faster than anyone had expected. And where you walked, destruction followed. Small flames flickered across your palms, a deep, unnatural blue that earned the name hellfire. It didn’t just burn—it consumed.

And so, Nezu made sure you were trained by the best before you could even ride a bike. You grew up surrounded by Pro Heroes, raised on the battlefield before you ever stepped into a classroom. Endeavour took the lead in honing your flames—his brutal, relentless training pushing you past your limits. Even as a child, you could sense the weight he carried, the bitterness in his voice when he told you to do better, be stronger. The burns on your body were proof of his expectations.

But All Might was always there. He was different. Where Endeavor taught you to endure pain, All Might taught you to rise above it. His lessons weren’t just about strength, but about hope, about what it meant to be a hero. About what it meant to be good.

“Remember Young one, only you will decide if you either become good or destroy others”

You always liked All might, even now as you helped him more and more. As his powers took a toll on his body and sometimes couldn’t do the basic things, you were there like a shadow. Besides Nezu, he was like a father to you. And that’s why when he brought the news with Nezu it felt like a dad’s telling his daughter bad news.

“You will enrol in our school, starting tomorrow.” Nezu had stated, the small blue flame in your hand suddenly dying out fast as you slammed your hand on the table. “Why?! I know the rules of the hero society better than anyone!”

“You might know the rules and laws of the society, but you don’t know the society” All mights spoke gently. “In order to become a great hero, you should also connect with other heroes, which you haven’t done since you’ve been homeschooled for 18 years.” He stated in an all matter of fact tone. Nezu nodded his mouse head in agreement. “It will be good for you little light” He hit you with the childhood nickname. He grabbed your hand, his paw as soft as ever as you slumped into your seat. Gently squeezing it two times, a secret code you always had with him.

“You have so much potential, you’ll be in aizawa’s care and he’ll help you as much as what we can do. Trust me, it will be good for you little light..” You sighed, frustrated this was happening but nodded nevertheless. “Okay Nezu..”

“I’ll do it”

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When the day came around that you had to sit in class, you were extra early. You knew every pro hero that teaches personally, so because you know them you had some small advantages.

Like sipping coffee in the teachers lounge for example.

“My Little babyyyyy” Midnight cooed, holding you close as you made sure you didn’t spill hot coffee onto her. “All grown up and here for me to teach!” You whined and laughed softly. “Nemuriiii let gooo, I’m going to spill all my coffee!”

“Oh please,” Midnight—Nemuri Kayama—dramatically gasped, holding you tighter as if you were a long-lost child. “You think a little coffee is going to stop me from getting my hugs?”

You laughed, half-heartedly trying to wiggle free, careful not to spill the steaming cup in your hand. “Yes, actually! And I swear if you make me drop this, I’m making you make me another one”

Nemuri pouted, finally loosening her grip with an exaggerated sigh. “Fine, fine. But only because I don’t want my little woven one walking into her first day of class with coffee stains.” She gave you a teasing smirk, ruffling your hair.

You huffed, smoothing it back down. “You act like you didn’t see me every day growing up.”

“Yes, but this is different!” she declared, stepping back and twirling a strand of her hair. “You’re finally a student here. A future hero. And I get to watch you kick all those wannabes’ butts.”

The ‘wannabes’ butts’ midnight is talking about is none other than class 3-A itself. Nezu, being as kind as he is, let you read through the files of each student of the class. The one that stuck out to you the most were two people.

Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugou.

All might explained that Midoriya, also known as deku, was his predecessor. As you had watched a few videos that had gone viral off the sport festival, you understood why.

But Bakugou, Bakugou was something else.

You had heard about his explosive power—literally—but reading about him in a file and watching him fight were two entirely different things. His combat style was raw, unrelenting, as if he had something to prove with every move. He didn’t just want to win—he wanted to dominate.

But what caught your attention wasn’t just his strength—it was his drive. Unlike Midoriya, who had a quirk passed down by the world’s greatest hero, Bakugou’s power was his own. Earned. Honed. Sharpened like a blade against his own willpower. He wasn’t fighting just to be a hero—he was fighting to be the best.

And now, you’d be standing beside him, competing against him, proving yourself in the same class as him.

The thought sent a flicker of anticipation down your spine. As you said your goodbye to midnight, you threw away your stuff and walked out the door, onto the 3-A classroom itself.

The hallway buzzed with muffled chatter, the distant echoes of students settling into their classes. But as you stepped into Class 3-A, the noise died instantly. Twenty pairs of eyes snapped to you, scanning, questioning. Some confused, some curious, some wary.

You didn’t wear the standard U.A. uniform—not yet. Your attire was sleek, black with faint silver embroidery, a mix of functionality and elegance. The weight of your presence alone unsettled the room.

Then, of course, he reacted first.

“The hell?” Bakugou’s chair scraped back violently as he stood, his hands already crackling with sparks. His crimson eyes locked onto you like a predator sizing up prey.

“Who the fuck are you?” he snarled, his palm popping with tiny explosions. “You walk in here like you own the place—gotta be real dumb or real strong.” You tilted your head, completely unfazed. “You always greet new people by trying to blow them up?”

“Only when they piss me off.” His palm flared brighter.“And you’re pissing me off.”

The tension in the room was suffocating. A few students tensed—Midoriya’s eyes darted between you and Bakugou, Uraraka looked like she wanted to step in but thought better of it. Even Todoroki’s gaze lingered on you, analyzing.

You smirked. This class might be fun after all.

Before anything could happen a long, grey cloth snapped out of nowhere, wrapping around Bakugou’s wrist, immediately neutralizing his quirk.

“Enough,” Aizawa’s voice came low and sharp as he stepped out of the shadows, hair floating slightly, eyes glowing red. “Bakugou, sit down before I erase you completely.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue, ripping his arm free. “Tch. Whatever.” He shot one last glare at you before slumping back into his chair, arms crossed. Aizawa’s tired eyes flickered toward you. “And you—take a seat. Now.”

You met his gaze and, after a beat, nodded. No backtalk, no smart remarks. Just a slow, easy stride toward an empty desk. Aizawa sighed, rubbing his temple. “Great. First day, and we’re already starting like this.” He gave the class a pointed look. “Get used to it. She’s one of you now.”

The silence that followed was almost deafening. You leaned back in your chair, ignoring the questioning stares.

Let them wonder.

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Hello I have a request for BSD about them having a dead s/o and they are like a ghost who can float and do stuff ghost can and stuff if that makes sense if you can good day/night <3

Request?: Yes Summery: Characters having a dead S/O Characters: Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi, Akutagawa Genre: Fluff, slightly angsty (mostly Dazai's and Chuuya's part, Mentions of death (Atsushi), be warned spoilers of Storm-bringer!)

A/N: Thank you so much for this request! I had lots of fun to write this request ^^ Hope you enjoy it and I'll see you next time! <3

Dazai Osamu:

holy hell will this man make you help him with his pranks on poor kunikida-

like for real, this dude will grab u by the waist, look at you with the brightest puppy eyes and you can't help but to cave in.

He finds it so interesting you have the exact same traits as a real ghost, and for a ghost, you are the prettiest person he has ever seen.

He sometimes beg you to scare people by going through the wall and exit like you never existed (You also love to scare people its honestly very funny-

When you do it to him though, He'll dramatically scream like a little girl, making you embarrassed and him very amused (Cocky bastard-)

He does, however, when you two are alone in his apartment, Looking at you all admired as he hears all kinds of stories of people you meet.

If he told you about his past, He will slowly but surely give hints to let you know that he wants to know about Odasaku

You always smile gently while talking about Odasaku and what he told you to pass onto Dazai.

He will be very grateful to you if you ever did that.

Chuuya Nakahara:

Just like Dazai, He will be very interested into seeing you suddenly float around the mafia headquarters and see your ghostly powers in action

You tried scaring him once, did not end to well Poor boy legit broke his favourite wine glass, You had to fly away if you didn't wanna be a ghost twice-

He gently strokes your hair, even if it goes straight through, he really doesn't care at this point

Your ghost kisses always makes him chuckle

He does however, wonder about his friends, if you could see them too. He's to stubborn to ask though, but at some point, you figure it out and leave little things behind for him to find, Giving it as a signal that they are always with him and supporting his every decision

He always smile softly seeing those messages, making a mental note to Thank you for your hard work

Atsushi Nakajima:

This boy finds it so sad-

He loves you very much, but he just gets sad thinking you died cause of some stupid asshole or accident that caused your death.

He does however, always try to make you the happiest you've ever been when you were alive

You do help him out with missions, He doesn't get worried about you getting hurt since everything can go through you, so you always go first, Looking around the area if he's not in danger by any sort of threats.

At home you guys always talk about whatever you want to talk about, It sometimes leads to Atsushi Falling asleep while you gently tucks him in.

This boy has a whole lot of love in store for you

Akutagawa Ryunosuke:

Honestly, would be slightly surprised you would date him, and more surprised you would stick to him even when your dead

Little cold in the beginning, doesn't trust you too much. but slowly he warms up to you, trusting you a little bit more in life

But he definitely hates you when you scare him

His ability would've killed you by now if you weren't a ghost-

Besides that, he would ask you to check on anything that isn't suppose to happen, and you happily obey

Besides his cold Façade, you saw his sadness about you being dead, but luckily for both of you guys, You always had each other

He loves you, in his own stubborn way.

Do you have a rules page or any guidelines for requesting ?

your very free to ask whatever you want! I do have a few rules, but those are kinda the basics, just decent human being rules

Scroll all the way down at this post and you’ll see the few rules I put in :D

Thank you for asking though <33

Prologue

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Warning: 

The Following Story is entirely out of my imagination, I do not mean harm when writing this story with any religion or culture.

That being said, BNHA does not belong to me, any other character beside the main character does not belong to me.

English isn’t my first language, please be kind <3

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“Your majesty, you honestly can’t tell me she would be safer on that-“ “On that what? Exactly?” The cloaked figure held the smallest bundle in his hands. It held its finger gently with its own, smallest round cheeks in the world smushed against the inside of its palm.

“You’re making a mistake, you ought to be making a mistake.” The other voice exclaimed, as they paraded through the streets of Musutafu. Nobody even batting an eye on the two strange looking fella’s. “Your Majest-“ “ENOUGH.”

Blue flames surrounded the two of them, anger flowing through its veins. “You will not stand here to your king and belittle him on his plan to KEEP HIS CHILD SAFE.” His anger quickly deflated as the little one began stirring and making noise.

It gently rocked it, slowly but surely the little one opened her eyes. Full black ones stared back to one of it owns. The creature looked at the protesting one. “As long as Heaven knows she’s alive, she will never be safe.

he gently put her down infant of their destination. “You will be okay, my woven one..daddy will always be watching over you..” He kissed her forehead gently, a long nail stroking her cheek

He rang the bell, his eyes never leaving her as he stood up straight. “You’ll be safer here..my daughter.” As she began to fuss, a small mouse person heard the cries as he went on his nightly stroll. Seeing the mouse approach, he hid in the shadows, his eyes still onto her little form, trying to capture this moment, for ever in his brain imprinted.

“Oh my!” The little mouse man exclaimed, jumping up at his feet as he quickly ran towards the babygirl wrapped in a bundle. “Goodness, what are you doing here my dear?” He picked her up, the streetlights shining gently onto her face. He could tell she had a scar, all across her forehead, as if her head gotten cut open.

Nezu adjusted the baby in his arms, gently bouncing her as he inspected the scar running across her forehead. His sharp mind was already working through the possibilities—who had left her, why she was here, and most importantly, what had happened to her.

The infant stared up at him, unblinking, her solid black eyes like endless voids. And yet, there was something there—awareness. A knowing that no child her age should possess. “Hm,” Nezu hummed, brushing a paw over the scar. “You’re quite the curious one, aren’t you?”

The baby let out a small noise, neither a cry nor a coo, just a sound—like the whisper of something ancient trying to form words. The mouse’s ears twitched. “Strange…” he muttered, before shaking his head and tucking her securely against his chest. “Well, no matter. You’re safe now.” Behind him, hidden in the darkness, the cloaked figure tightened its jaw. They should leave. They had to leave. But the way Nezu cradled her—carefully, protectively—made its body hesitate.

For a single moment, an unbearable instinct clawed at their chest. To take her back. To run.

But it couldn’t.

Knowing she was safe, they blew a soft kiss towards his child, as they opened a portal into the ground. “I love you..” It whispered again, as it was the last thing it had ever told her for a long time.

All they found important was that she was safe.