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So I saw this on Pinterest... And my buddy was like what if all of those were condoms-
So of course I had to draw it
Pintrest finds that got me WEAZING #12
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This little doodle was based on this short story made by @amkyor !!!
Also a lined one:
I don't hate the second one, but I didn't feel like colouring it lol
I wanted to draw it because I too think Katsuki would totally walk on his hands just because he can. Especially as a calisthenics thing.
I kinda wish I made the background a different colour because of the dark of his neck but anyways.
Criticism and comments encouraged!
No reposts tho-
Sending love✨✨
someone told me it looks like he had top surgery and idk how to feel.
myayayow
Hii, can I request you do a bakugo x reader, with them risking getting caught in public doing it?…
“Can’t Wait” (NSFW, Public Risk)
It started with a look.
You were walking back from dinner with Class 1-A, a few blocks from the dorms. Everyone was laughing, teasing, full of food and energy—but Bakugo had been quiet. His hand stayed on the small of your back. His gaze? Burning.
The second your friends turned the corner ahead of you, he yanked you back into a narrow alley, shadowed and quiet except for the thrum of city lights and your own sharp inhale.
“Katsuki—what if someone sees—”
He kissed you before you could finish, hard and rough, pinning your back to the wall with his body. His hands were under your shirt in seconds, calloused fingers skimming hot across your skin.
“I’ve been wanting you all fuckin’ night,” he growled into your mouth, voice like gravel. “You think I care if someone sees you moaning for me?”
Your stomach flipped.
It was reckless. Stupid. The others could turn around, call your name, walk right past the alley. But the danger only heightened the tension. You dragged your nails down his back and kissed him deeper, harder.
His hand slid down between your legs, under your skirt, fingers teasing your underwear aside. “Already wet?”
“You’re the one who keeps whispering filthy things in my ear at dinner,” you panted.
He chuckled low in his throat, slipping two fingers inside you, curling them just right. “You like the risk, don’t you?”
You whimpered, gripping his jacket, bucking against his hand as he pressed his palm against your clit, working you faster. The distant sound of someone laughing—close.
“Katsuki—someone’s gonna—”
He kissed your neck, biting softly. “Let them.”
Your orgasm hit fast, hard, pulsing around his fingers as you gasped into his shoulder, legs shaking. He pulled away just in time to shove his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean with a satisfied grunt.
“Better hurry up,” he smirked. “They’ll notice we’re gone.”
You fixed your clothes quickly, trying to catch your breath as he adjusted his pants, completely unbothered.
Just as you stepped out of the alley, Mina turned around.
“There you two are!” she called, grinning. “You look… flushed.”
You smiled way too hard. “Must be the walk.”
Kaminari narrowed his eyes. “Wait… where were you guys just now?”
Bakugo slung an arm around your waist, smirking like the devil. “Getting some air.”
Your legs nearly gave out right then.
hii, I have a request if it’s not too much work. denki x online gf reader. all of his friends think he’s lying about her but for their spring break the reader flies from America to Japan to visit denki for the first time (reader is in a hero course in America aswell) :p
Denki x Online GF!Reader - The Surprise Spring Break Visit
It was a sunny morning in Japan, and the UA campus was buzzing with excitement for the upcoming spring break. Denki Kaminari, the class clown and the most energetic member of Class 1-A, was practically vibrating with excitement. He couldn’t stop talking about his girlfriend — someone who everyone assumed was just an imaginary online relationship.
“You guys, seriously, she’s real! She’s flying in from America! You’ll meet her when she gets here!” Denki insisted for what felt like the hundredth time, his voice bright with enthusiasm as he bounced in his seat.
The others exchanged skeptical glances. They loved Denki, but this was a bit much. Everyone knew he was a bit of a flirt, so they assumed the ‘online girlfriend’ was just another one of his harmless jokes. But Denki had insisted so many times, they couldn’t help but doubt him.
“Yeah, sure, Denki. When we meet her, will she be just as ‘real’ as your other ‘girlfriends’?” Kirishima teased, nudging him with a grin.
“Dude, I’m telling you, this is the real deal!” Denki said, a determined look on his face. “She’s coming all the way from America to meet me! You’ll see.”
The week passed by quickly, and the day of the big arrival came. Denki had been bouncing around all morning, practically shaking with anticipation. He’d made all the arrangements — from the airport pick-up to the meeting spot — and couldn’t wait for his friends to finally believe him.
Finally, the moment came. Denki stood at the airport gate, nervously glancing at the clock, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. A few minutes later, a familiar face appeared, and Denki’s heart leapt in his chest.
There she was. Y/N. His online girlfriend, looking even more stunning in person. Her warm smile was brighter than any of his expectations, and Denki rushed over to meet her, completely ignoring the stunned looks from his classmates who had tagged along.
“Y/N!” Denki grinned, running up to her. Without thinking, he pulled her into a tight hug, lifting her off the ground in excitement. “I can’t believe you’re finally here!”
Y/N laughed, adjusting her bag before wrapping her arms around him. “I missed you too, Denki. It’s so crazy being here… but I’m happy to finally meet you in person.”
The others, standing a bit further away, were frozen in shock. They couldn’t believe it. Denki's online girlfriend was real. They had assumed it was some elaborate joke or a figment of his imagination, but here she was, standing right in front of them, looking exactly like the photos Denki had shown them. She was even more beautiful in person.
“Okay, okay, we need to admit it. He wasn’t lying.” Kirishima said, rubbing the back of his neck, still in disbelief.
Denki's grin widened. “Told you! See, I told you she was real!”
Y/N gave a shy smile and waved at the group, her cheeks turning a light pink. “Hi, I’m Y/N. I know this must be a surprise for everyone, but I’m really happy to be here.”
As everyone started to warm up to the idea of Denki’s ‘real’ relationship, they began to ask Y/N questions. “So, you’re in the hero course back in America?” Momo asked, genuinely curious.
“Yeah, just like Denki. We met through some shared interests, and we’ve been talking ever since. He’s kind of a big deal to me.” Y/N chuckled softly, glancing up at Denki with affection.
The group couldn’t help but smile, seeing how genuine their connection was. Even though they had doubted Denki’s relationship at first, seeing how happy he was now, they couldn’t help but be supportive.
“Alright, alright. We’ll admit it. You got us, man.” Bakugo grumbled, though there was a slight hint of a smile on his face. “Just don’t get too mushy in front of us, okay?”
Denki laughed and gave him a thumbs-up. “No promises! She’s my girlfriend, I’m gonna be all over her!”
Y/N playfully punched Denki’s shoulder. “Careful, or you’ll make me regret coming to Japan!”
The rest of the day was filled with laughter, exploring, and bonding. Even though Denki’s friends had been skeptical, they could see how much the two cared for each other. The chemistry between Denki and Y/N was undeniable.
And as the day went on, everyone started to think: maybe Denki wasn’t just the class clown after all. Maybe he was more serious about this relationship than they had given him credit for.
hii, can I request a katsuki x reader. where the reader is always sleeping but still keeps up with everyone/thing.
Hii! Absolutely, that sounds like a super cute and fun dynamic—lazy but secretly competent reader♡
"Nap Queen (and the One Who Puts Up With Her)"
Katsuki Bakugou didn’t understand how you did it.
Every time he turned around, you were curled up somewhere: on the common room couch, under a shady tree, in a sunny patch on the roof, halfway under a desk in class—you were like some kind of professional napper. The class had started placing bets on how many hours of the day you'd spend asleep.
What baffled him the most, though, was that you somehow never fell behind.
He’d catch you with your head down during strategy lessons, but when Aizawa asked you a question, you'd snap awake and answer it perfectly, eyes half-lidded like you were still halfway in a dream. You aced surprise pop quizzes. You dodged blows like you had precognitive reflexes. You turned in reports early.
And it infuriated him.
“How the hell do you know what’s going on when you’re always passed the fuck out?” he snapped one day, as you blinked slowly up at him from the dorm lounge sofa, still wrapped like a burrito in your blanket.
“Hmm?” you mumbled, voice thick with sleep. “I’ve got good ears… and Denki talks so loud.”
He stared at you, jaw tight. “That’s it?”
You yawned, then smiled lazily. “Also, I listen when I’m asleep.”
“That’s not a real thing.”
“Is for me,” you murmured, then gave a little stretch that somehow annoyed and fascinated him at the same time. “You worried I’ll surpass you in my dreams, Bakugou?”
His eye twitched. “I’ll blow you to hell in your dreams if you keep talkin’ like that.”
You chuckled and rolled over, pulling the blanket higher. “Cool. Just wake me up first.”
That damn smirk stayed in his head the rest of the day. And the next. And maybe a few after that.
“Hot Sand, Hotter Boyfriend – : Busted”
Setting: Bakugo’s dorm, late at night—door… not locked. Oops.
You didn’t mean for it to happen. Not like this.
But after a long day, some teasing kisses, and Bakugo pulling you into his room with that look in his eye—yeah, things escalated fast.
Clothes hit the floor. Your back hit the bed. His mouth hit your skin like he was starved.
He had you pinned under him now, hands holding your thighs apart as he moved between them, every deep, slow thrust drawing the kind of moans you couldn’t bite back. Sweat slicked your skin, your nails raked down his back, and his mouth was at your ear, whispering filth.
“You feel that?” he growled. “How fuckin’ deep I am inside you?”
You whimpered, gasping his name.
Then—click.
Neither of you heard the door open at first.
But you definitely heard the screams.
“WHAT THE—”
“CLOSE IT! CLOSE IT!!”
Bakugo’s head whipped around just in time to see Kirishima, Kaminari, and Mina standing in the doorway like deer in headlights, jaws on the floor.
You shrieked and grabbed the nearest blanket, yanking it over your chest while Bakugo shoved himself in front of you, completely naked and fuming.
“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!”
Kaminari tried to cover his eyes and still managed to trip backwards out of the doorway. “I didn’t see anything—I SWEAR—except everything—I’M SORRY—”
Mina was frozen, wide-eyed. “Oh my god. I saw Bakugo’s ass. It’s sculpted.”
Kirishima yelped and slammed the door shut, voice cracking. “WHY wasn’t it locked?! WHY?!”
You were hiding your face behind Bakugo’s back, skin burning with embarrassment.
“We are never surviving this,” you whispered.
Bakugo grumbled, running a hand through his messy hair. “I’m gonna murder all of them.”
“You left the door unlocked!”
“You distracted me!”
The hallway outside erupted in chaos—screaming, laughing, someone (probably Sero) shouting “They were going at it like R-rated rabbits!” and Uraraka crying, “I can’t believe I SAW that!”
You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself and groaned. “Do you think it’s too late to fake our deaths?”
Bakugo looked back at you, then down at himself, and sighed. “Guess they know I’m good at my job.”
You smacked his arm. “Not. Helping.”
hey ash can i please request soemthing? a katsuki bakugo x female reader they are married and reader is like extremely weak? like physically and she got pregnant-a high risk one the type where the doctor would say to consider a abortion? something like that? you dont have to do this Just a request from a fellow follower love your works they are chaotic and love them :)
Hii mll♡
Of you can request anything I appreciate ittt♡
I hope this is up to your expectations♡
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"Stronger Than You Know"
Bakugo had never imagined himself the marrying type—at least not back when he was the hotheaded teen with a short fuse and a tunnel vision for victory. But somehow, you had wormed your way into his life with gentle hands and soft words, the exact opposite of everything he used to think he needed.
He used to think strength was everything.
But then he married you.
You weren’t strong like him. Not in the way that counted for most people. Your body was fragile, your energy limited, and your constitution was nothing short of worrying. Some days, he’d carry you from the bed to the couch because your muscles trembled too much. He always did it without complaint, though he grumbled under his breath just to keep up appearances. You’d laugh and call him a softie, and he’d call you a brat.
But he never once resented it. Not once.
Because you were the only one who could make him feel calm. Needed. Loved.
So when you told him you were pregnant, his reaction was… complicated.
He stared at you for a full minute before the words even processed. You were sitting on the couch in one of his old shirts, fingers wringing the hem, face pale and eyes a little wet. You’d looked scared—not of him, but for yourself. For the tiny, forming life inside of you.
And he felt like the ground tilted beneath him.
You were already so delicate. The idea of you carrying a child—his child—through nine months of hellish strain made his stomach twist in fear.
Of course, the hospital visit only made things worse.
“The pregnancy is high-risk,” the doctor said, voice carefully neutral. “Your body might not handle it. If complications arise, it could be fatal… for both of you.”
You’d gripped Bakugo’s hand then. He could still feel how cold your fingers were. The doctor kept talking, listing options, risks, and the word he hated more than anything in that moment: abortion.
Bakugo didn't speak. He didn’t trust himself to.
The moment you two left the office, you waited until you were in the safety of his car to finally whisper, “Katsuki… what should we do?”
He didn’t answer right away. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel.
“Do you… want to keep it?” he finally asked, voice low.
You nodded, tears slipping down your cheeks. “I want to try. Even if I’m scared.”
He looked at you for a long time. Your face was full of fear and hope, all tangled together. You weren’t strong—at least not in the way people measured it. But he had never seen someone braver.
“You’re not doing this alone,” he said, turning fully to face you. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it together. I’ll be there for every damn second.”
You gave him a watery smile, and he kissed you before you could say anything else.
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The following months were hard.
You were in and out of the hospital more times than either of you could count. Bakugo adjusted his patrol schedule, sometimes canceling it altogether just to sit beside you during check-ups. The staff got used to seeing the pro hero sitting with you, his scarred hands cradling yours, whispering quiet reassurances that didn’t match his usual brash image.
There were nights he’d sit beside your bed, wide awake while you slept restlessly. He’d talk to your belly when you were too tired to stay conscious, his voice low and steady.
“Your mom’s the toughest damn person I know, you hear me?” he’d mutter, fingers gently tracing circles on your skin. “She’s stronger than any hero out there.”
Sometimes the fear crept in.
Like when you collapsed while walking across the kitchen.
Or when the doctors said your blood pressure was too high again.
Or when they prepared an emergency bag “just in case.”
But you always pulled through. Even when your body screamed and the world felt like it was stacked against you, you kept going.
Because you had a reason now. A heartbeat you heard on fuzzy monitors. A future wrapped in warmth and baby clothes folded neatly in drawers. And Katsuki’s hand, always there. Always strong. Always steady.
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The birth wasn’t easy. It was a blur of beeping machines, sterile white lights, and a level of panic Katsuki never wanted to experience again.
They rushed you in after you started bleeding—too much, too fast.
He wasn’t allowed in the OR.
He punched a wall.
Paced like a caged animal.
Nearly lost it when a nurse asked him to “stay calm.”
But then—
A baby’s cry.
And the nurse came out.
“A girl,” she said. “She’s healthy. And your wife… she made it. She’s going to be okay.”
Bakugo didn’t remember sitting down, but he did.
Didn’t remember the tears, but they came.
When they let him in, you were pale, exhausted, barely awake—but smiling. And in your arms was the tiniest, angriest baby he had ever seen.
“She’s got your scowl,” you whispered hoarsely.
He looked down at the two of you—his whole world in one hospital bed—and something in him broke open.
He kissed your forehead.
“You scared the shit out of me, idiot.”
You laughed weakly. “Worth it?”
He looked at the baby again, who had just punched the air in protest.
“Yeah,” he said softly. “Yeah, it was.”
Sunkissed Secrets – Part 2
Pairing: Bakugo x Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Humor, Slight Embarrassment
The situation had mostly calmed down… or so you thought.
You were still curled up on Bakugo's chest, trying to act natural while his towel remained very strategically draped across his lap. His arms held you tighter than before, more protective now—but also slightly panicked.
You could feel it in the way his fingers tapped his bicep. Bakugo Katsuki, pro at destruction, was currently losing a boss battle against his own body.
Meanwhile, the girls were definitely suspicious.
“So…” Mina started, scooting closer with a grin that spelled danger, “you two look comfy.”
“We are comfy,” you replied sweetly, trying to play it cool. “Can’t a girl lay on her boyfriend without being interrogated?”
Mina narrowed her eyes. “Mhm. Totally. No reason at all to be acting, I don’t know… weird.”
Ochaco giggled. “Y/N, you’re blushing like Midoriya after a hug.”
“Am not!”
From behind his towel fortress, Bakugo growled, “Y’all need to back off before I blow the sand out from under you.”
“That would be suspicious behavior,” Momo pointed out, ever the logical one. “And possibly destructive.”
Kirishima jogged over, surfboard under his arm. “Yo, what’s going on? Bakubro, you look like someone just kicked your puppy.”
Bakugo glared at you, as if this were somehow your fault, and you nearly snorted. You leaned down and whispered near his ear, “You know they’re never gonna let this go.”
“I hate all of you,” he muttered, cheeks redder than your swimsuit.
Unfortunately, Todoroki chose that exact moment to sit down near the group and ask, “Is there a medical reason for why Bakugo is… immobile?”
Kaminari, never one to miss a vibe, paused mid-sandcastle and shouted from a distance, “OH MY GOD, BONER ALERT!”
Chaos. Utter chaos.
You buried your face in Bakugo’s chest as he let out a loud, pained groan. The girls lost it, Mina and Jirou howling with laughter while Hagakure fell over invisible from laughing too hard.
“Deadass?!” Kaminari cried. “Bro couldn’t even handle a kiss?”
“I’M GONNA KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU,” Bakugo roared, towel flying as he sat up too fast—realizing too late that he’d just revealed the evidence in question.
You scrambled to throw the towel back over him as Kirishima burst into a full-on wheeze.
“TODOROKI, FLASH FREEZE ME,” Bakugo bellowed.
Todoroki blinked. “I don’t think that’s safe.”
You were crying from laughter at this point, holding onto your mortified boyfriend as he glared at the sun like it had betrayed him.
“Well,” you whispered in his ear, wiping a tear from your eye, “at least we know I still have an effect on you.”
“Don’t talk to me.”
You kissed his cheek anyway.
As promised! Here is a bakugo fic from the poll♡
Sunkissed Secrets
Characters: Class 1-A x Fem!Reader
Pairing: Bakugo x Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Humor, Light Romance
The sun was blazing overhead, its golden rays dancing on the ocean waves as laughter echoed across the shore. Class 1-A had finally earned a day off after weeks of intense training, and they were making the most of it with a beach trip.
Somewhere down the sand, Kaminari and Kirishima were in a heated (and mostly ridiculous) sandcastle competition. Todoroki sat under an umbrella, sipping cold juice like it was some sort of high-stakes mission. Midoriya was off with Iida collecting seashells for “strategic inventory reasons” no one really understood, and Mineta was being actively buried in the sand by Tsuyu and Jirou—at her suggestion.
Near the center of the beach, a group of girls—Mina, Ochaco, Momo, and Hagakure—were lounging on colorful beach towels, gossiping and sharing snacks.
You were stretched out on the sand, nestled comfortably on your boyfriend Bakugo’s broad, sun-warmed chest. His arm was lazily slung around your waist, and his eyes were closed behind his sunglasses, enjoying the peace. It was rare for him to look so relaxed. You smiled to yourself, heart full.
“You’re staring,” he muttered without opening his eyes.
“Can’t help it,” you replied with a grin. “You’re cute when you’re not yelling at everything.”
He cracked one eye open, scoffing. “I am cute all the time. You’re just too blind to appreciate greatness on the battlefield.”
You snorted and lifted your head just enough to plant a soft kiss on his lips. He didn’t fight it—in fact, his hand tightened slightly on your waist, lips pressing back with quiet intensity. The kiss lingered a moment longer than intended, the kind that leaves a buzz under your skin.
When you pulled back, Bakugo’s jaw clenched slightly, and his cheeks had the faintest tinge of red—not from the sun. You raised a brow, suspicious.
“…Babe?” you teased, sitting up a little. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Just… stay put for a sec.”
You blinked, then felt it—his body stiffened beneath you in more ways than one. Your eyes widened slightly, then a mischievous smirk played on your lips. “Oh… did I do that?”
Bakugo groaned and tugged his towel over his lap. “Damn it, woman.”
From nearby, Mina peeked over her sunglasses. “Y/N, why do you look like you just caused a problem?”
“Don’t worry about it!” you called back, face pink but smug.
The girls exchanged glances and snickered. Bakugo cursed under his breath, dragging you closer so he could bury his face in your neck.
“If anyone says a word,” he murmured, voice low and threatening but laced with affection, “they’re getting blasted into next week.”
You giggled and rested your head back on his chest, heart fluttering.
Best. Beach. Day. Ever.
"Operation: Loopy"
You were a strong, independent aspiring hero. You’d faced villains, explosions, and Bakugo’s screaming. But none of that prepared you for the wildest opponent yet…
…a wisdom tooth extraction.
You blinked awake, mouth stuffed with gauze, brain foggy, and vision blurry. The fluorescent lights above you hummed like a villain’s theme music. Was this Tartarus?
“She lives!” a dramatic voice shouted. That was—oh god—Denki Kaminari, filming you on his phone.
“GET THAT CAMERA OUTTA MY EYE SOCKET!” you bellowed. Or at least, you thought you bellowed. It came out more like: “Geff dat camma outta my faysalkit.”
Mina popped into view, laughing hysterically. “Girl, you sound like you’re summoning demons!”
You tried to sit up. “Iz dis… is dis my quirk? Am I… a duck?”
“Honestly? Maybe,” said Kirishima, gently pushing you back down. “You’re being super unbreakable right now, though. Respect.”
You squinted at him. “You got… rocks for skin. Are you okay? Like emotionally?”
“Wow, even under anesthesia, she checks in on us,” Tsuyu said calmly from the foot of the bed. “That’s kinda sweet.”
“I love all of you,” you mumbled dramatically, reaching for Todoroki’s face. “Especially you, Mr. Ice-and-Fire Cream Sandwich…”
“…I’m gonna pretend that was a compliment,” Todoroki muttered, letting you poke his cheek with your numb finger.
Bakugo, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, muttered, “This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s a disaster.”
You gasped. “You take that back, Kacchan! I’m a beautiful disaster.”
The gauze puff in your mouth fell out mid-monologue and Denki nearly dropped his phone laughing. “We’re keeping that. That's going in the group chat AND your graduation video.”
Finally, the nurse arrived to check on you, only for you to gasp and shout, “WAIT. AM I STILL A DUCK?!”
“No, sweetie. You're not a duck.”
“...Disappointing.”
Question would you do a class 1-b of the explosive love or is it truly over? (my lungs have been full of laughter from it all)
Explosive Love: Part 7 – Class 1-B’s Babysitting Disaster
A/n, I added jiro bc, why not🫡
Pairing: Kirishima x Fem!Reader
Featuring: Class 1-B and Their Unique Babysitting Experience
Genre: Chaos, Crack Comedy, Baby Gas Wars
Summary: After hearing about the legendary struggles of Class 1-A, Class 1-B believes they can handle things way better. They don’t need a plan—just confidence. Spoiler: They were wrong. Very, very wrong.
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“We’ve got this!”
Kendo, confident as ever, waved her hand as she stared at the baby in Kirishima’s arms. “Class 1-B doesn’t need a fancy strategy. We’re heroes in training. This is nothing!”
Tetsutetsu pumped his fist in the air. “Yeah! We’re tough enough to handle anything!”
“You guys sure about this?” you asked, looking at your baby, who was already cooing and glaring in their direction.
“Totally! We’ve got teamwork! We’ve got brains!” Kendo grinned, a little too widely. “Let’s do this!”
Kirishima turned to you and whispered, “Should we warn them?”
You shook your head. “Let them learn the hard way. We survived this chaos. They will, too.”
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T+5 Minutes:
The plan was simple: Kendo would handle the baby while the others prepared snacks and games.
“Alright, little one!” Kendo smiled down at the baby. “Ready for a fun day?”
The baby gurgled and farted.
“Hmm,” Kendo raised an eyebrow, but she pressed on. “That’s a little... unexpected. No biggie, though.”
PFFFT.
The others exchanged nervous glances.
“That was... powerful,” Ibara murmured.
Kendo, ever the optimist, ignored the baby’s warning signs and decided to try a gentle lullaby. “Hush little baby...”
PHBRRRTT.
Kendo paused, her smile faltering.
“That one had vibration,” Ibara noted, raising an eyebrow.
“Okay, okay,” Kendo said, trying to keep her cool. “Maybe she’s just gassy. No big deal. Just... relax.”
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T+12 Minutes:
The whole team was huddled in the living room now. Kendo was still holding the baby, though the team had taken up defensive positions.
Manga began sketching diagrams of escape routes. “I think we need a plan B... and C... and maybe D.”
Tetsutetsu, trying to impress, stood by with a bottle of milk. “Maybe this will help calm her down! I’ve got this!”
The baby eyed him suspiciously.
PFFFT.
Tetsutetsu jumped back like he’d been hit by a rocket. “WHAT THE HELL?!” he yelped, clutching the bottle like a shield.
Kendo sighed. “Okay. So, we’re not handling this as smoothly as I thought.”
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T+22 Minutes:
Jurota was in charge of distracting the baby with toys while Kendo attempted a strategic diaper change.
“Jurota, you’ve got this, right?” Kendo asked, holding up a toy rattle. “She’s really into sound, so just—”
Before she could finish, the baby farted again. This time, it was a long one.
Jurota, who had been holding the rattle, dropped it and quickly backed away.
“I didn’t sign up for this! I thought it was just a normal baby!” Jurota cried, his face pale.
“I swear she’s aiming for me,” Tetsutetsu shouted from behind the couch. “I feel the pressure!”
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T+35 Minutes:
The room was now a war zone.
Kendo, the ever-hopeful leader, was sweating. “We need to regroup,” she muttered. “We need... We need a strategic intervention!”
The baby, sensing weakness, let loose.
PFFFT
PBRRRRTTT
PBBT-TSSSSSS...
Kendo held her hands up. “Okay! We need a team effort! Shoji, you try distracting her with your extra arms. Ibara, you handle the snacks. Jurota, keep it together!”
Ibara carefully arranged some snacks. “I don’t think snacks are going to help this situation.”
“I’m gonna pass out,” Jurota groaned. “Is she cursed? Is this a curse?!”
Meanwhile, Jiro was completely overwhelmed. “Guys, I don’t have a soundproof speaker for this level of... chaos.”
Manga finally gave up and wrote: “Subject: baby. Threat Level: Explosive.”
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T+45 Minutes:
Kendo had lost all hope.
“I’m sorry, I was too optimistic,” she muttered.
The baby looked up at her with big, innocent eyes and let out one final, massive fart.
Everyone in the room flinched.
“THAT’S IT! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!” Tetsutetsu yelled, running toward the door. “THIS IS HELL!”
“We... we didn’t even try the baby wipes,” Kendo said softly, defeated.
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Final Tally:
Kendo: Crushed by baby gas.
Tetsutetsu: Traumatized and refuses to even look at a bottle.
Manga: Analyzed the situation, concluded they had all made a terrible mistake.
Shoji: Vowed never to babysit again.
Jurota: Physically and emotionally drained.
Ibara: Retired from all babysitting duties.
Jiro: Still recovering from the sonic levels of flatulence.
Momo: Watching from the sidelines, unaffected, with a notebook full of new inventions for future diaper duty.
---
When you and Kirishima returned, you found Class 1-B sprawled on the floor, completely broken.
Kendo weakly raised a hand. “She’s... a powerhouse.”
“She’s a menace,” Tetsutetsu whimpered.
“And we’re never doing this again,” Manga finished, his face still pale.
The baby, in your arms, giggled.
Kirishima smiled warmly, “Good job, everyone! It’s a learning experience!”
You nodded. “Yeah, let’s never do this again.”
“Attack of the Morning Hair: Y/N vs. Gravity”
Or: The Day Her Hair Committed a War Crime
---
It started like any other peaceful morning in the UA dorms. Birds were chirping. Kaminari was already screaming because he shocked himself trying to toast bread. The usual.
Then came her.
The common room door swung open with the force of divine judgment, and in stumbled Y/N — half-asleep, wearing oversized socks, a hoodie that probably wasn’t hers (possibly Aizawa’s??), and…
Her. Hair.
Complete chaos.
Her bangs were standing completely straight up, like they’d seen something horrifying and never recovered. The rest of her long hair was sticking out in every direction, defying physics like it had just fought off a tornado and won.
It wasn’t just messy.
It was sentient.
Sero spat out his cereal. “WHAT IN THE—are you okay?!”
Y/N blinked, bleary-eyed, gripping a mug with nothing in it.
“…No.”
Bakugo actually paused mid-toast-chewing. “The hell happened to you?”
“I slept wrong.”
“That’s not sleep. That’s a spiritual possession,” Jirou muttered, genuinely concerned.
Todoroki tilted his head. “Is it supposed to… be like that?”
Y/N scratched her head, making it worse. A piece of hair slapped her in the face. “I don’t know. It was normal last night. Then I woke up and looked in the mirror and it was like—”
She held up her mug like a Shakespearean actor.
“—I HAVE SEEN THINGS. I HAVE BEEN THROUGH BATTLES.”
Mina was wheezing. “Girl, your bangs are standing straighter than Iida’s moral compass.”
“I thought it was a bird nest at first,” Kaminari whispered to Kirishima. “I almost offered her sunflower seeds.”
Midoriya approached gently, like she might explode. “D-Do you want help detangling it?”
“I think it’s sentient now,” Y/N muttered. “If you touch it, it might bite.”
“I bet Present Mic’s hair bowed in respect when it saw yours,” Sero added.
Y/N slowly turned her head, her bangs refusing to move like a stiff wind couldn’t touch them. “They said if your hair touches the ceiling, it’s good luck.”
Momo was trying not to laugh but failed. “What ceiling? You’ve breached airspace. You’re legally an aircraft.”
Then—Midnight walked in.
She stopped in her tracks. Stared. Then, with the most serious voice she could manage:
“…You look like the final boss of a shampoo commercial gone wrong.”
Y/N raised one eyebrow. “Or the main character of an edgy anime where my quirk is just being really dramatic.”
“Name it,” Kaminari begged. “Name the anime.”
“‘Frizz: The Reckoning.’”
Bakugo started laughing so hard he had to turn around. “I take it back. You’re not a villain. You’re just unholy.”
“Should I put it in a bun?” Y/N asked, attempting to gather the chaos.
“No,” Todoroki said immediately. “You should document this. Scientists need to study it.”
---
One Hour Later…
Her hair was finally tamed with the combined effort of Momo’s entire salon set, six clips, three bobby pins, and a prayer.
But the legend lived on.
A photo of “Morning Y/N” became the new meme in Class 1-A’s group chat, complete with captions like:
“Quirk: Bedhead Beast Mode”
“Power level: Over 9000 follicles of fury”
“Local teen scares away villains with sheer hair volume”
“Bakugo’s explosions fear HER now”
---
The End…?
(Or is the hair still out there… waiting… rising again at the next 7AM wakeup call?)
"Coughing Crisis: A Heroic Interruption"
It was one of those days at U.A. High.
Everyone was gathered in the common room, the mood grim. Aizawa had just finished debriefing the students on a potential new threat—some villain group with a name so edgy it sounded like they were formed in a Hot Topic parking lot.
All Might stood solemnly, arms crossed. "This is no joke. The League of Villains may be making a comeback."
Bakugo scowled. "Tch. Let 'em try. I'll blow 'em to hell."
Midoriya was furiously scribbling notes, mumbling strategy ideas. Todoroki looked like he was calculating the villain’s power levels with sheer brainwaves. Even Kaminari was managing to look serious for once.
Then, just as the room hit peak intensity—
"KHHHHHHHHHH–KAHHHHHHHH–HHHKHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Everyone's heads whipped around.
It was you. Red-faced. Eyes wide. Wheezing. Coughing. Dying, possibly.
"OH MY GOD SHE’S CHOKING!" Mina screamed, knocking over a chair in her rush.
"I'm not trained for this!" Kaminari panicked, spinning in a circle like a confused Roomba.
Bakugo: "SOMEONE GET HER A DAMN WATER BEFORE SHE ASPHYXIATES AND DIES IN THE MIDDLE OF A STRATEGY BRIEFING!"
Midoriya already had a water bottle in your mouth and was nervously patting your back with the intensity of a malfunctioning massage chair. "Are you okay?! Do you need—wait, what's your quirk again? Can it fix this?! No, wait, that's not how lungs work—"
"I—I just—" you gasped between coughs, one hand in the air like you were accepting an Oscar. "I inhaled a chip wrong."
There was silence. Like, dead silence.
Then Kirishima, voice full of genuine awe: "Damn. She really said 'crunch' and almost flatlined."
Bakugo facepalmed so hard it echoed. "We're out here trying to save the world and this extra’s getting taken down by a Lays."
All Might turned away and coughed into his hand to hide his laugh. It didn’t work. Present Mic wasn’t even hiding it—he was already on the floor, crying.
You gave a thumbs up with one hand, the other still clutching your water bottle like it was your emotional support beverage. "Still alive. Kinda."
Todoroki blinked. “That was the most dramatic thing I’ve seen all week. And I watched Bakugo punch a microwave.”
“IT SHORT-CIRCUITED FIRST!” Bakugo yelled.
---
And from that day forward, every time there was a serious meeting, someone made sure to have water on hand.
You, the girl who lived through The Chip Incident, had earned your spot among heroes.
But also maybe needed to chew more carefully.