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જ⁀➴ chapter ten: birthday boy

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — baku's bday, you're in pre-heat, fluff, smau + fic, 4k words

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a/n: 'explosives bday' gc from your pov

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​​Contrary to your hopes, everything was not taken care of. Later that night, you awoke to the scent of smoke and shouting. You rolled out of bed and ran to the kitchen, following that putrid scent. Covering your nose, you walked in and saw Denki furiously fanning a black and smoking cake while Hanta rushed to open the windows and back door.

“What’s going on?” You said with wide eyes. The boys told you they had accidentally burnt the cake. You walked over to Denki and looked down at their charred creation. It was far too burnt to scrape off the black and call it a day. You sighed and told them you would take care of it in the morning.

They apologised profusely — Denki mostly as he was in charge of checking the cake — but you were too tired. You walked out of the kitchen grumbling that it was fine and you would just take care of it (like you should have in the first place).

The next morning, you wake up when the sun starts to rise. Stretching, you hop out of bed and freshen up before heading to the kitchen. You sigh gratefully as your alphas have cleaned up the mess they made last night. You walk over to the fridge and start pulling out ingredients for Katsuki’s breakfast. You’ve been thinking about what you’ll make him since the previous night.

Humming, you get to work. A gruff voice startles you as you crack an egg over the pan.

“What’re you doing up so early?” You turn around, eggshell in hand, and see Katsuki. He’s got a towel draped over his shoulders, sweat dripping down his rippled contours. Those training shorts reveal too much of his contoured thighs for his own good. You can feel your face heat up as you ogle at him. This sight of your alpha, still catching his breath, frowning at you as usual, and very sweaty, has tingles clawing up your skin.

Reflexively, you start purring. Katsuki’s sharp eyes widen as he hears that sweet sound emanating from your chest. You turn around and throw the eggshell in the bin, face aflame.

You attempt to sound confident but your voice comes out as whiny as you say, “Nothing. What are you doing up so early?”

The thump of your alpha’s footsteps on the wooden floor interjects the crackling of the egg in the pan. He wipes his palms on his shorts before placing them on your waist. You hum at the contact, at how warm and large his hands are. They caress your waist, and his damp chest presses against your back.

You pout, “Suki, what’re you doing?! You’re gonna get me all sweaty!” You look back at him, lips pushed together and looking so kissable. Your brow creases even more as you see the lopsided smirk on his lips.

You whine, “What?” He chuckles softly at you and nuzzles your temple with his nose. The softness of his gesture makes you purr louder. You turn back around and flip the egg, your face even hotter and redder than before. Katsuki holds you as you cook. He rests his head on your shoulder like a puppy.

You mumble, “What’s got you in such a good mood this morning?”

He mutters into your neck, “S’nice seeing you before everyone else.” He plants a gentle kiss on your unmarked skin. You moan quietly and relax in his arms. You gently ask him to move, and he does so you can grab a plate and take the egg off the stove. Katsuki watches you intently, memorising your every movement.

As you place the pan back on the stove, he says, “D’you want help?”

“No!” You exclaim too enthusiastically. You gaze at him, taking in the slackness of his jaw and the rise of his brows. The look soon fades as he frowns.

You shake your head, saying, “Suki, I love your cooking. You know that! But, I just wanted to do something nice for you.” You mumble, “And here you go, ruining it all by waking up early.” You’re hoping he misses that (considering his quirk and the toll it must take on his hearing), but he doesn’t.

He grunts, “Say it straight.” You stare at him for a moment before sighing.

You admit, “I was gonna make you breakfast in bed but now I can’t ‘cause you’re up.” He looks at you for a moment before laughing. His bellows resonate with you and bring a smile to your face.

“What?” You say, grinning. He shakes his head and gazes out the window before focusing on you. He comes back over to you and envelops you in his clammy embrace.

He kisses your temple again and mutters, “Make enough for two.” With that, he pulls back and walks away, heading down the hall to the bathroom. You stand there, robbed of the sticky heat of your alpha. His touch lingers on your skin, searing the delicate flesh. You hum, irritated, and shake your head. You can feel a fire swirling in the pit of your stomach. A familiar fire. One that only appears every few months.

Gulping, you resume your cooking. You obey Katsuki’s instructions and cook enough breakfast for the both of you. As you’re setting everything on the table, he stalks back into the kitchen in a fresh shirt and sweatpants. You motion for him to come over, and he sits in his usual spot. You make sure everything looks good before sitting opposite him.

You point to the different dishes, saying, “I made you an omelette, some French toast, and pancakes.” He watches you intently, revelling in the sight of his omega cooking for him and taking care of him. It sends sparks flying from his heart up his throat and to his fingertips and toes.

He starts dishing out the French toast while he grumbles, “You didn’t need to make so much.” You giggle and shake your head. He sets your plate in front of you, and you start cutting into your pancakes. You both eat in comfortable silence. As you reach for the maple syrup, you glimpse Katsuki’s towel-dried hair dripping on his broad shoulders. It makes you giggle, earning you a harsh stare.

“What?” He mutters, mouth half-full of chewed omelette. You shake your head, looking down and stabbing a piece of toast with your fork. He insists, grumbling about how you shouldn’t be laughing at him.

You chuckle, “You’re just so cute, Suki. How can I not?” You grin up at him, enjoying that disarmed look on his face, if only for a moment. Once you’re finished, Katsuki takes your plates over to the sink.

Still sitting at the table, you ask him, “Should we leave the leftovers here for the boys or?” Tch. Your alpha turns around with that deep crease in his brow.

He stomps over to you, grunting, “S’my breakfast. They can’t have any.” He stands next to you, his arms crossed over his chest and muscles deliciously flexed.

You gulp and laugh nervously before muttering, “Sure.” You avert your eyes from those yummy-looking biceps and shoulders, feigning interest in the kitchen table. Your cheeks become rosy from how hot you’re feeling, from how fucking hot your alpha is.

You stutter, “D-do you want me to uh—”

“Why’re you so nervous all of a sudden, doll?” His fingers grasp your chin and tilt your head back. Your wide eyes meet his narrowed ones as he stares at you intensely. You notice the veins in his jaw popping out from how tight he’s clenching it. Those furrowed brows. You whine and pout.

You whisper, “Don’t.” He cocks an eyebrow.

“Don’t what?” He grumbles, that knot in his brow growing. You whine low, feeling the heat pooling in your stomach trickling down your thighs and climbing up your breasts, setting your body alight.

“Please—”

“Woa, what do we have here?” Your heads snap towards the figures lingering in the doorway. Hanta smiles at you two teasingly while Denki stares past his shoulder at the food laid out on the table. The blond ducks around your black-haired alpha and comes over to you and Katsuki.

“Yum!” He exclaims.

Katsuki grumbles, “Don’t even think about it.” Denki gives the angry blond pouty lips and big eyes.

“Pwease,” he says, twirling a strand of his hair around his finger. You laugh, your hand wrapping around Katsuki’s wrist and gently tugging it off your jaw. You gaze back at Denki. He gives you those pleading eyes but you shake your head.

“Not my choice, baby,” you say.

He sighs, “Fiiiinnnneeee.” You chuckle as he plops down where Katsuki was sitting minutes earlier. Hanta tells Denki to scoot over and he does, so now both of them are sitting at the table, staring with ravenous eyes and grumbling bellies at the food that they aren’t allowed to have.

Katsuki sighs, “Can’t you extras cook?” Denki pouts and shakes his head enthusiastically while Hanta shrugs. You grab your angry blond’s hand, feeling the roughness of his skin slide against the softness of yours.

You hold his hand and look up at him as you say, “It’s okay. I’ll just make them something else.” This seems to have the opposite effect of that intended, making your alpha grit his teeth rather than relax his jaw.

He spits out, “Fine. Just save some for Shitty Hair, you pigs.” Denki claps happily, his enthusiasm making you laugh. You give Katsuki a small smile before letting go of his hand and grabbing three more plates. He stalks behind you and takes them from your hands after you turn around. As he sets them down on the table, a certain redhead waltzes into the kitchen.

Smiling, he wishes Katsuki a happy birthday, the other two boys following suit with cheeks full of pancakes. Eijiro sits across from them and starts piling the remaining French toast onto his plate. Katsuki lingers at the side of the table, grumbling to them about interrupting a precious moment.

Hearing that, you giggle and walk back over to him, a bounce in your step. You wrap your hands around his bicep, standing by his side. You rest your head on his meaty arms for a little, listening to the boys’ conversation.

Once everyone finishes eating, you all get dressed and head to the spa. Hanta offers to drive and, of course, takes a wrong turn. Circling back, Katsuki grumbles about how he should have driven. Such makes you all groan about how it’s his birthday and how he should be taken care of. Catching sight of your pout, your angry blond rapidly shuts up and resigns to incoherently muttering his frustrations.

Arriving, you all pile out of the car and head inside. Eijiro gives his name and one of the beauty therapists leads you all to changing rooms. You split up with the boys and head to the women’s changing room, stripping and wrapping the provided robe around your body. It’s nice and thick, cosy. You place your clothes in one of the lockers and head out, finding your alphas in the waiting area.

Soon, you’re called into two separate rooms; you and Katsuki are in one room while the boys are in the other. You smirk as you enter, glad that things turned out this way. You wonder if Eijiro asked for the two to be kept together or if this was just fate.

Under the direction of the beauty therapists, you both lie down on the two beds set out for you. They give you both a full body massage. Your therapist soothes the knots in your shoulders and back, as well as the tension in your calves.

As they work your calves, you hear Katsuki grumbling about not having enough pressure. He grumbles for a few minutes, making you laugh. Luckily, you can’t see the pointed look he gives you. Nor can you see how his features soften as he stares at you for a few seconds too long.

While you turn over to face upwards, you catch a glimpse of the therapist massaging Katsuki’s beautifully scarred and toned shoulders. The sight makes your heart thump wildly in your chest as you settle back down on the bed. Even as the therapist combs your hair back from your face with careful fingers, your heartbeat is off the charts.

You’re not jealous. Those thoughts haven’t even crossed your mind. No, what you feel is a deep sense of yearning. For that to be you one day, giving your strong alpha a relaxing massage after a long day at work. You make a note of that, intent to brush up on your massage skills.

The beauty therapist applies cold cleanser to your face with measured strokes, setting your senses alight with a chilly burn. You sigh with relaxation and pleasure as they wipe off the freezing gel and apply different lotions and serums to your skin. Especially when the therapist uses jade rollers to soothe and de-puff your skin.

When your treatment is finished, the therapists leave the room, giving you and Katsuki time to rouse yourselves from the renewing journey you’ve been on together. Sighing, you look over to him. You grin, seeing how utterly relaxed he is.

You sit up and shift so that you’re facing him. He doesn’t move, and you gaze at him for a few minutes quietly, burning the memory of him like this into your mind. Finally, you clear your throat and call his name. He doesn’t respond so you call his name a bit louder. And then a bit louder.

You hop off the bed and quickly put on your robe before walking up to his bed. You stand beside him, staring down at his angelic face. A smile stretches across your mouth as you lean down, your ear to his chest. He’s breathing slowly and calmly. You jerk back and step away as you giggle.

Regaining your composure, you come back to his side and gaze down at him. You’re tempted to leave him to sleep in the room, but they probably need it back now to prepare for the next clients.

Sighing, you thread your fingers in his hair, gently stroking his locks and thumbing his hairline. Your alpha sighs, and at last, his eyes scrunch and open. Within seconds, they focus on you.

He groans, “Babe, what happened?” His voice is so raspy it threatens the strength in your knees.

You chuckle nervously, your mouth suddenly dry as you say quietly, “You fell asleep.” He grunts and sits up, the towels pooling in his lap and leaving his torso far too exposed for your thin self-control. You gulp as he throws them off and slides off the bed, towering over you.

Before your eyes can dip too low, he grasps your chin and kisses you tenderly. You moan into his lips while your arms wrap around his oily shoulders. Mumbling his name into his mouth, you pull back and look up at him.

Katsuki peppers your face with light kisses before drawing your body into his by your waist. He rests his forehead on the junction of your neck and shoulder, breathing in your sweet scent. Your very sweet scent. He groans, inhaling your musk.

He mutters into your warm skin, “I get it now.” A confused noise escapes from your throat.

“Get what?” You say softly. You can feel the grin on his lips as he presses a kiss to your Adam’s apple.

He murmurs along your jaw, “Making so much f’me this morning. ‘Don’t’.” He chuckles, “Pre-heat.”

“Shut up!” You whisper-shout. You pull back and stare at him hard, a crease in your brow from the wide smirk on his plump lips.

You pout, “Don’t tell anyone, okay?” He laughs derisively at you.

“Not tell anyone? Take one whiff n’ anyone will know. I’m not even your mate n’ I know,” he shrugs. You shove his shoulder hard but, like the solid wall of muscle he is, he doesn’t even budge. He laughs off your feeble attempt at dominance.

You grumble, “You’ll be my mate soon, so shut up. And get dressed.” You glare at him before stalking out of the room and heading to the changing rooms. You take your time getting dressed. Before you return to your alphas, you take a deep breath and steady yourself.

You’re experiencing this odd mix of relaxation from your spa treatment and anxiety over your mates knowing that you’re in pre-heat. You don’t know why you don’t want them to know. They have a right to. They need to know so they can help you through it. But the thought of them knowing scares you. What if they get the wrong idea? What if they force you into intimacy you’re not ready for?

“Okay,” you exhale, speaking to yourself in the mirror. “You know that they would never do that, so stop freaking yourself out. Everything is gonna be fine. Everything is gonna be fine.” You brace yourself and leave the changing room, meeting your smiling and laughing (except for a grumbling Katsuki as per usual) in the lobby. Eijiro foots the outrageously expensive bill and you all leave happy.

Denki holds your hand and won’t stop yapping about how relaxing the treatment was as you walk back to the car. You giggle and lean your head on his shoulder after he clicks your seatbelt in, listening mindlessly to his rambling. Katsuki keeps an eye on you in the rear vision mirror (he’s driving this time).

From the passenger seat, Hanta suggests going out for lunch. Your alphas are quick to agree, and now Denki yaps about the ramen place nearby. You hum and let them decide. Eijiro squeezes your knee from beside you and asks for your input, you hum and reassure him that you’re content with whatever they choose.

You end up having sushi for lunch at a nice restaurant near your house. When you get home, you book it to the kitchen, dragging Eijiro with you and telling Denki to keep “explosive foul-mouthed anger issues chef” occupied. Your pick of alpha though has Katsuki’s eyes trained on you, curious if there would be a repeat of your time with Eijiro last week (which there will not be btw (at least not right now hehe)).

You two decide on a fresh strawberry and cream cake for your angry blond. You get to work on the cream while Eijiro chops the strawberries. When the cake is finally in the oven, you’re both covered in flour.

Cream covers your fingertips as you boop Eiji’s nose just so you can grab his face and lick it off. Your affection has him drawing you tight into his arms and kissing your cheek. Your sticky palms press into his “MAN APRON” as you lean back, his lips pressing against yours.

Your kiss is gentle. Eijiro pulls back first and rests his forehead on yours. His long, tanned fingers stroke your soft skin while he tells you he’s going to put on a timer. You hum in response, and he walks off to find his phone.

You put the bowl of cream in the fridge and clean up the mess in the kitchen. When he returns, he washes the dishes and you dry them, grinning all the while. You hum softly to the song stuck in your head and he listens quietly, in love with how comfortable you are around him now.

You two wander into the living room as the cake cooks, walking in on an intense game of UNO.

Katsuki jabs his finger into Hanta’s chest, yelling, “YOU FUCKIN’ CHEATED, TAPEFACE. YOU CAN’T PUT A FUCKING PLUS FOUR ON A PLUS TWO.”

Hanta leans back with the pressure of your angry blond’s finger, defending himself, “Yes you can, Bakubro. I do it all the time. Everyone does it.” He looks at you two with pleading eyes as you sit at the kotatsu.

“Eijiro-kun tell him,” Hanta pleads, nodding to Katsuki.

Your redhead chuckles and says, “I don’t know man I don’t normally stack.”

Katsuki grunts, “THAT’S RIGHT, YOU FUCKWIT. NO STACKING, just pick up two.” Hanta looks at you with big eyes, silently begging you to vouch for him. You shrug, not really in the mood to fight with Katsuki over stacking or no stacking in UNO.

Your angry blond wins the round (of course), and Hanta deals you and Eijiro in for the next one. The entire time, Katsuki’s eyes are on you. He can’t stop staring at you, and he can’t afford to lose this round. As much as he doesn’t want to, he crushes his baby girl with three pick-up fours since you’re sitting next to each other. After picking up your twelfth card, you’re begging Hanta or Denki to switch with you, but they won’t.

Saved by the timer going off, you call it quits for the round and dash off the kitchen. You put back on your flour-stained apron and a pair of oven mitts before taking the cake out of the oven and placing it on a cooling rack. You stick a skewer in the cake and grin as it slides out smoothly. You leave it to cool for a few hours, heading back to the living room and rejoining UNO for the next few rounds. When it becomes apparent that no one but Katsuki is winning this game, you all switch to playing charades.

After spending 20 minutes trying to guess “toaster” from Denki’s foul acting, you head back to the kitchen and grab the cream from the fridge. Eijiro trails in after you and cuts up the last few strawberries while you use an icing spatula to spread the cream all over the cake. He decorates the top with strawberries, and you two step back to admire your work.

You squeal and jump into his arms, happy that it looks so good. Your alpha laughs and pulls you into a sweet kiss. He then releases you and grabs the plates and cutlery while you go to the living room and tell everyone the cake is ready.

You strap a birthday hat underneath Katsuki’s chin while Eijiro places the cake you worked so hard on in front of him. You all sing an embarrassed Katsuki an off-key happy birthday, which has him red-faced and whining about your shit vocals.

Your birthday boy cuts his cake and plates a slice for all of you. Katsuki’s eyes widen as he takes a bite. He stares at you, the shocked look on his face making you cover your mouth and laugh.

You chirp, “You like it?” He hums and takes another bite, quiet until he’s finished. You can’t stop smiling as you eat together, overjoyed to spend this time with them.

Afterwards, you give Katsuki his presents. Denki got him the newly released official folder for All Might trading cards, Hanta bought him a Hello Kitty Lego set, and you got him a cocoa-chestnut candle. He grunts out his thanks and even gives you a little forehead kiss to express his gratitude.

That night after dinner, you all curl up on the couch and watch an action movie of Katsuki’s choosing. You cuddle into his side, his arm awkwardly slung around your shoulders initially before he eases up, holding you close without shame.

Your eyes are droopy as the movie drags on, the shouts of men and sounds of gunshots fading into the background of your tired mind. You sigh into your alpha’s pec. He gazes down at you, smirking possessively. He hikes the blanket up to your chin as you melt further into his body.

By the end of the film, you’re sound asleep in his arms.

Your alpha whisks you away to his bed, lays you down in it, and gently kisses your forehead. He then gets ready to sleep and climbs into bed with you.

As he slowly wraps his arms around you, you sigh into his touch and inch closer to him, blissfully unaware. With slightly pink cheeks, he pulls you close and kisses the side of your head. He mumbles into your hair for you to keep sleeping before closing his eyes and resting peacefully.

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જ⁀➴ chapter eight: bathroom shenanigans

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — nsfw, thigh riding, handjob, femdom, sub!denki?, denki's rutting, smau + fic, 3.7k words

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a/n: 'household🏡' gc from your pov + how tf did this go from ‘ride my thigh bbg’ to ‘such a slut for mommy’? might just be my fav chapter of the story tbh

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With Denki rutting, Hanta was no match for the “fake blond”.

After delivering a brutal shock to the tape hero’s stomach, Denki stalked up to you (ignoring the two alphas next to you ofc) and grabbed your wrist.

Despite your confusion, he dragged you into the house. His grip on you was tight as he led you down the twisting hallways, all the way to the bathroom. He shoved the door open and tugged you inside behind him.

Now, you’re dabbing the cut on his eyebrow with a cotton ball dipped in disinfectant. He’s sitting on the bathtub's edge and you’re standing between his legs. He can’t keep his eyes off your slightly parted lips and the way your tongue darts out to wet them every so often.

He coos your name, and you remove the cotton ball from his brow to look at him. You hum, urging him to go on as you move back to the sink. You grab a fresh cotton ball and return to standing between his legs.

Denki says quietly, “Did I look cool, baby?” You chortle softly and nod.

You say warmly, “You looked so cool, honey.” You move back to the sink a few more times while cleaning his wounds. They’re only minor and you reassure him they’ll be gone in a week.

You go to dab his bloody lip but he grabs your wrist.

Gazing up at you, Denki says low, “Don’t worry about that. You can just kiss it better, right?” You chuckle and pull back from him. He lets go of your wrist with ease. You place the cotton ball down and clean up the mess you’ve made around the sink.

As you wash your hands, you feel Denki’s lean arms wrap around your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder and presses his body into yours. You catch those golden eyes in the mirror while wiping your hands.

He smirks and turns his head to the side, planting a kiss on the side of your neck. His long fingers curl in your locks and sweep them from your shoulder, giving him access to your supple skin.

You gasp in pleasure as his tongue slides up your neck. The wet trail it leaves behind cools with the breeze entering through the ajar window. You tilt your head to the side and back as he continues to kiss your hot flesh sloppy style. His spit-filled kisses turn into licks and bites as he nears your other scent gland — your unmarked scent gland.

Rough hands bunch up your shirt and expose your stomach to the cold air. You moan loudly as he grabs handfuls of your tits through your lace bra. His canines nip at your scent gland as his fingers pinch your erect nipples. You throw your head back as a soft mewl passes through your lips.

Denki groans into your sensitive spot as his fingers play with your breasts. The vibrations from his chest and throat, and the euphoric feeling of his hands on your body make you arch your back. Your whine turns into a gasp as your ass hits the blond’s hips. You can feel the stiff base of his cock pressing into the ripe flesh of your peaches.

This coaxes another groan from Denki and he squeezes your boobs. You mewl his name as your back arches further.

He mumbles into your skin, “You gonna let me mark you too, mama?” Once that name slips from his lips, you moan pathetically.

Suddenly, Denki removes his hands from your chest and spins you around by your hips. He grips the edge of the sink bench, trapping you underneath him.

Your arms wrap around his neck as you tug him to your lips. As you kiss, he whines about it being too hard. You can taste the iron of his blood on your tongue. It makes you moan into his lips.

His fingers tangle in your hair and pull gently on your roots, tipping your head back. He laps at your neck again, relishing the flavour of your delicate skin.

Your eyes scrunch shut as he sucks harshly on your scent gland. The act has you moaning uncontrollably while your hands squeeze his firm shoulders. He pulls off your skin with a popping sound and smirks at the redness rising to the tender flesh.

He coos, “Come on, mama. Let me claim you as mine.” You bite your lip as you whine. You’re like a puppet and he’s your master, pulling the strings with the way he manoeuvres you. And he dares to call you ‘mama’ as he does so.

Your alpha tilts your head forward and captures your lips in another rough, whiney kiss. Tongues swirl and air is exchanged, his spit drips down your chin. As he pulls away, your lips are connected by the clear, stringy fluid.

He smirks as you whimper, “Please mark me, baby.” He chuckles at how breathless you are. Those hazy eyes and spit-stained lips unlock something carnal buried deep within him. Not like you’re the same or anything.

Panting, the blond leans down with his hands on your mid-back, pulling you flush against him. You take a deep breath as he bites down on your scent gland, releasing pleasure within you unbeknownst to man. Tingling sensations spread like wildfire through your body as his bite is engraved into your skin forever. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

The intoxicating mix of pain and ecstasy doesn’t affect you like it did the first time. It’s much more bearable, and your mind is clearer.

When Denki finally releases you from the clutches of his jaw, you’re still able to stand upright (with a bit of help). You rest your forehead against his shoulder as his arms wrap around you. You can hear your heart beating rapidly in your chest. Over the next few minutes, you both hold each other and calm down from your highs.

It’s only now that you realise how goddamn fucking wet you are. You squirm in Denki’s arms as you feel the slick dripping and pressing against your sopping cunt, ruining your lace panties.

Your mate notices your discomfort. He cups your cheek and lifts your gaze to his golden eyes.

He says softly, “What’s wrong, babe?” You shake your head and look down, a fresh blush gathering on your cheeks from your embarrassment. The blond connects the dots as he takes a deep breath in, the scent of your sweet slick burning his nostrils and throat in the best way possible.

He groans in your ear, “Come ‘ere, mommy. Let me make you feel good.” You gasp as he bundles up the sides of your shorts in his fists. The movement pushes your soaked panties right up against your pussy; you stare up at him with wide eyes. The little ‘o’ shape of your lips and pretty doe eyes makes him smirk.

Denki crouches down and pulls your shorts and panties off together. Once you step over them, he hurls them to the side.

“Always in such slutty shorts, babe,” he teases you. You laugh in embarrassment as heat rises to your cheeks. He stands back up, hands trailing up your divine curves, and moves beside you. He turns on the tap and washes his hands.

Your alpha says, grinning, “Wouldn’t wanna touch my girls’ pussy with these filthy hands, would I?” You shake your head vigorously as your thighs clutch at the thought of his fingers between your folds. He dries them off and returns to standing in front of you.

“Where were we, mama?” He asks with a lewd look in his eyes. You whine and grab his hand, placing it on your lower tummy. He chuckles breathily, “So eager for me.” Your alpha splits your legs with his knee, making you mewl as your slick drips onto his clothed thigh. He curses beneath his breath. Those delicious fingers down your cunt, making your back arch and dirty moans fall from your lips.

“Fuck, mama. Give me a sec,” Denki grunts. He removes his hand from your pussy making you whine. The sight of your whimpering frame and pouty lips makes his cock painfully harder. He kicks off his sweatpants and boxers, erection springing free. Seeing his hard cock oozing out pre-cum has your mouth and cunt drooling.

Mindlessly, you palm your heat before wrapping your silky hand your alpha’s length. He groans loud as your wet hand grips his shaft so fucking tight and begins jerking him off slowly. His sunshine eyes flicker between his cock and your face; he watches you watch yourself giving him a handjob.

His sticky hand returns to your sloppy cunt and his fingers circle your clit. You moan, your ecstasy echoing off the bathroom walls as he circles your clit faster and harder.

You whimper his name as you look up into his eyes and notice the sweat beading across his forehead. Pleasure jolts up your spine and has you moaning again as Denki continues his ministrations.

You do your best to jerk him off but, you don’t know if it feels good as you are continually distracted by your pleasure. And the entire time, your slicks gushes from your hole onto his milky thigh.

At this moment, your alpha can’t stop staring at his wet skin; it glistens in the late morning sunlight. He licks his lips, a grunt escaping them as you drag your finger through his creamy slit.

He slides his fingers out of your sopping hole and smacks your clit, earning a strangled moan from you. He then grabs your hips and pulls you onto his soaking thigh. The skin-to-skin contact is heavenly. It has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, moans spewing from your mouth as your free hand grips his t-shirt.

Denki begins rocking you back and forth on his thigh, making you moan even louder. You wrap your arm around his shoulder for stability as you start bucking your hips on his toned thigh. You jerk your hand even more frantically, trying to match the pleasure that your mate is making you feel right now.

You gaze up into his eyes, squealing at the squelching sounds from below. Your lips are trapped between your teeth as you try to quieten yourself down, but he isn’t having any of that.

Your alpha switches to holding you by the waist with one arm while his free hand comes to pry your lip out from your teeth. Once the plump flesh pokes out, he pulls you into a tender kiss. His mouth muffles your mewls perfectly, and his tongue explores every corner of your mouth.

He groans as your pussy becomes even more soaked. Your arousal is now dripping down the back of his thigh and onto the bathroom floor. He pulls away from your lips but keeps his forehead pressed against yours.

The intimacy of this moment is unlike any other. Never before have you been so vulnerable with another man. And not in an “I’m a virgin” way. There’s something about how erratically you’re riding his thigh, how fucking syrupy your cunt is for this man, how close you are, the twitching of his cock beneath your fingers, the streams of blood crying from your fresh mark. You’ve never felt so connected to another being as you do to Denki right now.

You smash your lips back on his as you feel your orgasm build. Your thighs tense just like your pussy as you rub yourself against him faster and harder.

At this point, you start bouncing on his thigh. The slapping of his saturated thigh against your equally soaked clit makes you squeal and whine in ecstasy. You nibble on his lower lip and taste his blood on the tip of your tongue. With a moan, he pulls away from you and stares at you pouty.

“Zoinks! You’re so fuckin’ mean, mommy” Denki grunts out. You suppress a laugh as he grips your waist even tighter and bounces you on his thigh even harder and faster. His only wish is that he had enough time to take your shirt off so he could see your tits bouncing too.

The mirror behind you is foggy from your intimacy; the air is filled with the sounds of smacking, slicked skin and pornographic moaning and whimpering.

You scream out, “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” Your mate groans as your thighs clamp tightly around him, shaking. Your frame trembles as you moan and scream from how fucking good your orgasm feels. You grab onto him even tighter, pulling yourself into his chest as your climax surges throughout your body.

You let go of his leaky cock to grab onto his hips, fully unable to support yourself right now as you shudder through your high. You moan his name over and over as you slowly rub your clit on his cum-soaked thigh.

Denki presses you back into the sink top and holds you close as you calm down. Your body shakes and you moan loudly every so often from the final tremours of pleasure.

Once you slow to a stop, he rubs your back and whispers in your ear how good you are for him. He holds you until your breathing calms down. Sighing, you look up at him with ruddy cheeks and a glowy smile. He chuckles and presses a sweet kiss to your swollen lips. You moan and cup his cheeks, leaning into his loving touch.

He kisses you tentatively at first, uncertain of how you need him right now. But with your guidance, the kiss feels natural and romantic in a way that only such a vulnerable and pleasurable experience can draw out. Sighing, you pull back and gaze at him. He gently smiles and pecks you on the cheek, earning a giggle from you.

He moves to your ear and whispers, “You okay, mama?” You nod and kiss his jaw.

You sigh, “M’fine baby. Y-you okay? You need me to—”

“Later,” he grunts, shaking his head and moving his slick-covered thigh. You shudder and mewl, gripping him tightly. He shushes and reassures you before straightening his leg and standing on it, leaving you with no upright support other than his arms around you. You mumble his name into his neck, and he groans.

Denki strokes your hair and says, “I gotta clean you up, omega. Wanna take a shower together?” You hum in response. He grabs you by the underarms like a cat and lifts you, setting you down on the bench you’ve been leaning on. You sigh as he sets you down, still very sensitive down there. He grabs the hem of your tee and pulls it over your head.

As soon as it’s thrown to the side, your alpha is admiring your breasts. If you weren’t so tired, he would bury his face between them and kiss and nip and suck your soft flesh. He cusses quietly as he pulls his shirt off, telling you to wait for him while he turns the shower on.

You stare at his delicious back muscles, grateful for being blessed with such a spell-binding sight. It sends new waves of pleasure shooting through your body like little electric shocks. Slick starts pooling on the wooden sink top as he comes back over to you. You moan softly as your eyes flicker from his cock to his face.

Denki carries you to the shower. Setting you down, the warm water sprays on your body. You take his hand and lead him under the water with you. You both sigh and cuddle in the shower, eventually sudsing your bodies up and rinsing it off.

Now, your back is pressed against Denki’s chest. He’s kissing your neck and shoulders, leaving bites along your collarbone. His cock is still as hard as a fucking rock; it presses into your lower back.

You shift back into him slightly, causing him to groan and bite down on the soft flesh of your shoulder tip. You whimper as he peppers the reddening spot with kisses.

He mutters into your skin, “Don’t do that.” You moan and chuckle.

“Why not?” You tease. His grip on your hips tightens as he sucks a hickey near your fresh mating mark, making you moan and your back arch.

“Denkiiii,” you mewl. He pulls off your neck and turns you around, just like how this all started. He cups your face and kisses you. His lips are on yours with bruising pressure and he coaxes your tongue into his mouth to suck on it.

The sensation makes your eyes shoot wide open. You squirm in his hold for a few seconds before you begin enjoying how it feels. Relaxing back into him, you trail your fingers up and down his chest.

You’re feeling a bit brave right now.

Your mate yelps and pulls away from the kiss as you pinch his nipples. His hands wrap around your wrists as his gaze flicks between the smirk on your lips and your fingertips curling around his erect nipples.

You coo, “You like that, baby?” He whines and nods. You take one of his nipples into your mouth with a grin, making him moan beneath you. You circle your tongue around his nipple before sucking on it harshly, repeating the process a few times before moving on to his other.

As you do, his fingers twirl in your locks while his other hand squeezes your hips. Pulling back with an even wider smirk, you plant a quick peck on his lips.

“You gonna let me help you finish?” You say with a raised brow. Denki gulps and nods, grabbing your hand and wrapping it around his stiff cock. He groans as your fingers get a good grip on it, a tight grip.

You fuck him with your fist, watching every little expression he makes. You don’t miss a single time his eyes roll back, or his tongue drags across his busted lip (and then the little wince afterwards from his forgetfulness). You bring your other hand to the back of his head and pull his face back to your neck.

You whisper in his ear, “You’re such a slut for mommy, aren’t you?” He moans into your damp skin while you pick up the pace, jerking him off faster.

He whimpers, “Y-yes, mommy.” You pull his head back by his hair and look into his golden eyes. You grin at how lust-filled they are, at the parting of his lips and pink dusting his cheeks. You brush your lips against his and moan against them. Then at the last second, you move back to avoid his kiss. The little game makes your golden boy whine.

“Do you want me to suck on your cock, baby?” You say sweetly. If only your tone knew the words they laced. Your alpha shakes his head, but you can feel a new stream of pre-cum leaking down his shaft. You gaze down for a moment to confirm, and the sight of his creamy tip widens your grin.

You look back at him and say, pouting mockingly, “Why not, baby?” His little helpless whine makes you moan and you lean that much closer to him, your tits brushing against his chest.

He stutters, “P-please don’t, mama. If you do, I-I-fuck-mama—” He drops his head back down on your shoulder. You suddenly stop pumping his cock and he becomes a whining, moaning mess against your skin.

“No! No, mama! Why?” He says as his body shudders.

You gently rub his back as you coo, “Why can’t I suck you off, honey?”

He whines, “’Cause if you do, I-I won’t be able to s-stop myself.” You chuckle at his words as they seem to imply some kind of self-restraint you doubt Denki has. “It’s not funny,” he pouts.

You tease him, “Like you’re holding back.” He pulls back from your shoulder and looks you dead straight in the eye.

He says seriously, “I’m holding myself back so fucking much right now, baby. Don’t make it worse, please.” You hum in response and kiss him softly.

“Fine,” you relent. You wrap your hand back around his cock and fist-fuck him until he’s trembling. He’s leaking so much fucking pre-cum right now, cock twitching with the pressure of his orgasm. You get down on your knees and pump his cock with both your hands toward your chest.

You look up at him and say, smirking, “I want you to cum on my tits, baby. I know you like them.” He moans so fucking pathetically. You giggle as you watch his knot swell, and you urge him on.

With a shout, he cums all over your breasts. The searing ropes of his seed shoot out and coat your chest. It’s like glazing a cake the way it drips thickly over your nipples and coats your tummy.

You jerk him off through his orgasm, moaning as his cream spews all over you. You love that fucked out expression on his face, the sight of his eyes rolling to the back of his skull and seeing the whole universe there, those little whimpers and grunts clawing out of his throat.

He spills so much cum on you, it drips down to your gushing pussy. You moan in pure ecstasy as his cum coats your folds. One hand comes down to your cunt and you rub his seed in between your lips, bucking your hips against your hand from how good it feels to be covered in your mate’s cum.

At last, you stand back up. Denki’s eyes are on you as he watches you rub his cream into your skin and lick it from your fingers.

He grabs your wrists with a lazy smile on his face and says, “You’re such a freak, mama. Had no idea.” You giggle and bite your lip as you nod. He takes your cum-soaked finger into his mouth, moaning as he tastes himself all over you. You moan as he sucks hard before pulling back.

He sighs, “Looks like we need a second shower.”

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their omega

જ⁀➴ chapter five: WHO TOLD THE COMMISSION?!?!?!!

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — angst, tsukauchi appearance, hanta's in pre-rut, smau + fic, 2.7k words

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a/n: 'household🏡' gc from your pov + '🌽⭐️s' gc from denki's pov

fic underneath smau

You set the tea on the kotatsu and sit opposite Tsukauchi. You notice the lines etched into his skin, that tired smile. You pour his tea and then your own. You both sit in silence for a few minutes, sipping your warm beverage and avoiding each other’s gaze. You see him looking around the house, though you’re uncertain what for.

At last, he clears his throat and says, “So, tell me, how did you happen to meet four of Japan’s most prestigious pro heroes, Miss…?”

“L/n,” you fill in for him. “Y/n L/n.” He nods and pulls out a notepad from his chest pocket. With a click of his pen, he scribbles down your name.

You chuckle nervously as you say, “Is this formal questioning or?”

“Yes,” he says sternly. He looks up from his pad at you expectantly.

You take a deep breath in and say, “I’d like to wait until someone gets home before answering your questions if that’s okay.” He nods and leans back, taking another sip of his tea. You continue, “They shouldn’t be too long.”

For the next ten minutes, you try to make light conversation with the detective, but nothing seems to stick. You don’t watch the news or care for the latest hero updates, he doesn’t know much about the books you're reading. Luckily, the rattling of keys and clicking of the door saves you from bringing up the weather.

You ask him to wait as you leave the warmth of the shitagake and head to the entrance hall. You watch Denki fumble with his boots and trip up the platform.

“Are you okay?” You say as you come close to him. He nods frantically and gives you a quick hug.

“Sorry about all of this,” he mumbles into your ear before pulling away. You reassure him that it’s okay and lead him to the living room.

Upon entering, Denki bows to Tsukauchi who is now standing. The two men shake hands before sitting around the low table. You duck off to get Denki a teacup, leaving them alone.

Denki stutters, “S-so, what are you doing here, Tsukauchi-kun?” The dark-haired man looks at the blond with an unrelenting eye.

He clicks his pen and says, “I was hoping you’d be around. I’m here to investigate your involvement with the Shibuya underground omega auctions.”

The blond chuckles nervously. He looks up at you as you place a cup down in front of him and start to pour him tea. He thanks you before returning his gaze to Tsukauchi.

“Um,” he starts. “Yea, I was investigating the Shibuya omega auctions for work, you know?” Tsukauchi nods as he writes that down. You place the teapot down and take a sip of your tea. It’s gone cold now.

You contemplate brewing more tea, but you can see the tension in Denki’s shoulders. Maybe you should stay, you think. You place a reassuring hand on his knee beneath the table. He gazes back at you with wide eyes. You give him a small nod and see the slightest relaxation of his posture.

The detective interrupts your moment by saying, “I’m afraid I don’t know. What kind of investigative work were you doing, Chargebolt?”

Denki rubs the back of his neck as he says, “Just the usual, you know? Reconnaissance.” Tsukauchi nods.

“No engagement from you?” He questions, pen tip paused.

Your alpha shakes his head. “No. Monoma, uh, Phantom Thief and I were undercover. Just observing.” You watch as Tsukauchi scribbles and then takes a sip of his tea.

You’re about to apologise for it being too cold when he says, “And so is that how you met Miss L/n here.” He points to you with the end of his pen. Denki chuckles shortly as he leans over and wraps an arm around you. He draws you into his side protectively. You whine a little at his sudden affection and look up at him with big eyes. He gazes at you briefly before sighing.

He says, “Unfortunately, yes. There’s no use in denying it.” Your alpha squeezes your shoulder before continuing, “I met Miss L/n when I first started investigating the auctions.” Denki looks down at you with pleading “play along eyes”.

You nod and say, “Yes.” You place a hand on the blond’s chest and pout as you continue, “I was kidnapped only a few days after landing in Japan by omega sellers. My time with them was… regrettable.” You look down as those memories flood back to you.

With a sharp inhale, you say, “I met Chargebolt when I was being prepared for auction.”

Denki hums in response and says, “You have to understand, the little bee was so frightened and afraid. She had nowhere to go. And when the opportunity came up, I decided to take her in. Who knows what those other alphas would have done with her, you know? She’s safe here.” You’ve shifted even closer to Denki as he spoke. Now, your head is resting on the side of his chest, nestled beneath his arm. You sniffle as you build on what the blond has said.

“Yes. Yes, I am. The thought of being bought by someone else I—.” Partially fake-partially real tears well in your eyes as you raise your hand to your face. “S-sorry,” you mumble. Denki wraps you in a warm hug, rubbing your back and muttering into your hair that it’s going to be okay.

After a couple of minutes, you gently nudge Denki’s chest with your hands. He moves back, giving you some space to breathe. He thumbs your tears away and tenderly kisses you on the forehead. The gesture makes you smile a downturned, sad smile.

You take a shaky breath in and continue, “Denki an-and all the guys have-have been s-so supportive of-of me. A-and I’m-I’m proud to be t-their omega.” You tear up at the end, burying your face back into your alpha’s chest. If you could only see the expression on his face… He’s smiling so warmly, sincerely hearing your words. He hopes that you aren’t lying about that last part. And you aren’t. And you intend to tell him that later.

“I see,” Tsukauchi says quietly. You can hear the scratching of his pen tip on paper permeating the spaces between your tears and sniffles.

Denki kisses your hair and then says, “If it’s okay, Tsukauchi-kun, I’m just gonna take Miss L/n out to get some fresh air.”

The detective shakes his head and drawls, “No that’s fine. This interrogation is over. I hope your future reconnaissance proves successful. I don’t expect any further direct intervention from you though.” He gives Denki a pointed look to which the blond nods.

He laughs nervously and says, “Of course not. I’ll see you out.” He mutters to you something about being right back and you nod, choking on a sob. He quickly kisses your cheek and gets up with Tsukauchi. You watch their figures become smaller as they near the entrance hall. You take some deep breaths, calming yourself down from your emotional performance.

You wish you could say that was all a lie… But it wasn’t. You really do enjoy being the boys’ omega now and you wouldn’t want it any other way. Sniffling, you place the tea cups back on the tray and take them to the kitchen. You place them in the sink and rinse them, leaving the kitchenware to the side for washing tonight.

You’ve just finished blowing your nose when Denki waltzes into the kitchen, a shit-eating grin plastered across his handsome face.

“That was great!” He exclaims as he walks over to you. He lifts you and twirls you around in his arms, making you giggle and shriek. Denki puts you back down but keeps his hands on your waist.

He continues, “Seriously, I didn’t know you were such a good actor, babe.” You playfully slap his chest as you laugh. He draws you back into his warm embrace and nuzzles your ear with his nose. His head dips into the crook of your neck, getting a good whiff of your sweet scent. You do the same. His tangy scent makes you purr. Without thinking, you begin to rub your scent glands against his, scenting him. The action draws a purr out of his chest, soothing you.

He whispers into your ear, “You are proud to be ours though, right?” Your purring becomes louder with his words.

You say into his skin, “I didn’t lie, Denki. I’m happy and proud to be with you all.” He hums and kisses the shell of your ear.

You two hold each other for a little, just enjoying the other’s arms and presence. You spend the rest of the afternoon making lunch together — don’t think for a second that this grown man can cook, you are 100% doing all of the work — and cuddling on the couch. You even go on a neighbourhood walk together, holding hands and talking about whatever comes to your mind.

That night, Denki brags like there’s no tomorrow about his refined lying skills and your epic crying. His “eat shit” enthusiasm makes you laugh. You’re giggling to yourself as you fry mushrooms, turning them every so often. Their fragrance is like curling tendrils wrapping around the beams and benches of the kitchen.

At last, dinner is served. You are proud of yourself as you set the meal down on the table. This is the first time you’ve cooked for the boys since arriving.

You take off your apron and come back over to the table, finding your plate and bowl already full of food. The sight makes you chuckle softly. Hanta tugs you down beside him by the wrist. He’s been awfully on edge these past few days, and his scent has become even more intense, letting you know his rut will be soon. Admittedly, you’re nervous for when it hits.

You eat mindlessly, not paying attention to what you’re putting in your mouth as you think over what it might be like when it finally happens. He’s been incredibly restrained and respectful during his pre-rut, and you’re hoping that behaviour will continue. The boys notice your daze. Under the table, Hanta squeezes your thigh (not your knee pookie, not your knee). He groans at the soft flesh so tender and pliable beneath his grasp. His sudden touch makes you jump, catching everyone’s attention.

He clears his throat and says with a strangled voice, “You right?” He points at your meal with his chopsticks. “That’s the third time you’ve dropped the same piece of tofu.” You shake your head, still very much aware of how Hanta’s hand hasn’t moved an inch. Your eyes are wide as you flick your gaze up and down, signalling to the cause of your surprise.

You say, “I’m fine. Just thinking.” You bob your leg once, hoping that he catches your meaning. But he seems completely oblivious to what’s set you on edge.

Sighing, you lean over and whisper into his ear, “Your hand.” He grunts and turns his head, your cheeks brushing.

“Sorry,” he mumbles as he removes his hand from your thigh. You pull back, your eyes are on him for a few moments before you return to eating your meal. The peace doesn’t last long, though. You can feel the vibrations of Hanta bouncing his leg up and down next to you. It begins to irritate you because he’s so close to you. Closer than you he was when you first sat down.

“Hanta,” you say. He looks up at you mid-slurp of his miso soup. You continue, “Can you stop moving your leg? It’s annoying.” He hums in response and stops bouncing his leg.

“Sorry,” he says again, quietly. You shake your head.

“It’s fine,” you reassure him.

After dinner, Hanta helps you clean up the table. He washes the dishes while you dry them. You can make out his taut muscles beneath his loose-fitting shirt. The way these flex, the veins in his clenched jaw. Maybe you should have asked Eijiro to help you out instead.

“Sorry,” you say suddenly. He drops the plate he’s washing in the sink, making you flinch. He glances at you, his brow creased.

“For what?” He almost growls.

You start strong but end up mumbling, “For making you so uncomfortable.” You avoid his gaze, focusing on his gloved hands caressing the suds off of the plate. He chuckles derisively. The sound is harsh to your ears; it has you biting the side of your lip as you take the plate from him.

He grunts, “It’s not your fault.”

You shake your head, towelling the wet ceramic. “I can go if—”

You barely register as Hanta moves and traps you against the kitchen bench. His hands are planted on either side of you. Only the plate you hold against your chest separates your bodies. He leans down and rests his forehead against yours.

“The last thing I want you to do is go.” You whine as his nose brushes yours. He’s so close, you can feel his warm breath fanning across your lips. Your eyes are wide open as you stare at him, unsure of how you want things to play out. Is he going to kiss you? You think. If he does, would you be opposed to that? You don’t know.

“Hanta,” you say, pulling back from him. You shake your head at him. “I don’t want to.” He groans at your words and backs off.

“I know I know,” he mumbles. “Sorry, babe.” You laugh it off and let him know that it’s okay, that you understand.

As you walk out of the kitchen, you notice the boys lingering in the hallway. Denki admires one of the wall paintings while Eijiro squeezes an irritated Katsuki’s bicep. You raise your brow at them as you stop behind Denki.

“Were you spying on us?” You say, trying to conceal your smirk. Denki and Eijiro feign ignorance but Katsuki is as blunt as ever.

“Just making sure he doesn’t try anything funny,” he grumbles. You nod and thank them for looking out for you before skipping off to your room, a big grin on your face from their protectiveness. That’s one of the nice things about having several alphas. They’re all so protective of you. Ready to intervene the moment you feel uncomfortable. You giggle as you shut your door behind you.

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Ong I loved your Yandere reader x izuku hcs if you could can you PLEASE make on for Kirishima or Shinso OR TAMAKI 🎀🎀💗

Alright, this is SUPER late but that’s okay that’s okay.

Sorry for the late response pookie, here’s Yandere!Reader x Kirishima.

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Yandere!Reader who’s never been one for socializing, opting to stay quiet and observe, a whole where their heart should be.

Yandere!Reader who definitely gets teased during middle school for being so standoffish, getting things thrown at them and receiving harsh comments.

Yandere!Reader who is actively being picked on, when a boy with black hair and red eyes steps in, telling the boys off, said boys get annoyed, muttering about ‘Stupid Kirishima.’

Kirishima…

Yandere!Reader who begins to obsess on this black haired boy, following him from class to class, stealing his things, leaving notes in his locker- borderline full on stalking.

Yandere!Reader who takes pictures of Kirishima’s adorable face, imagining his teeth gently nibbling on their neck and playing with his long, black hair.

Yandere!Reader who overhears Kirishima talk about Crimson Riot, and decides to get him little trinkets and figures, leaving wrapped boxes and little gift bags on his desk and in his locker.

Yandere!Reader who also hears that Kiri wants to go to UA…so what do they do..?

Yandere!Reader who applies to UA, getting into the entrance exam and passing with flying colors, grinning as they spoke with their home room teacher. Kirishima and themselves were the only ones from their school who got into UA.

Yandere!Reader who, once they make it into UA, befriend Kirishima, practicing their sweet and innocent face as they get closer with Kirishima.

Yandere!Reader who love bombs the unsuspecting redhead, flooding him with compliments, getting him hooked on the attention and praise like a drug.

Yandere!Reader, who knows they have Kirishima hooked as soon as they notice his longing gazes and stupid smiles.

Yandere!Reader who isn’t even surprised when they have a love letter on their desk, smirking as they open it and see Kirishima’s handwriting (as if they haven’t memorized it)

Yandere!Reader who meets Kirishima behind the school after classes, smiling sweetly as he confesses, pouring his heart out to them, while they feel on top of the world.

He fell right into their hands.

Unsuspecting fool.

Poly bakusqaud x female reader pt2

Kirishima wrapped his arms around me as we walked “don’t worry pebble. Everything will be fine.” he said rubbing his cheek against mine, I smiled.Even if he tried to cheer me up i was still a little shaken up by everything that had happened. Soon we got back to our dorm and saw Mina on the couch, Deni and sero on the floor playing Mario cart and Bakugou was in the kitchen. I ran to Mina and hugged her

(hope y'all like my drawing I tried)

“Kiri why is my cutie crying?!” she asked / yelled Denki and Sero turned around to see y/n laying on mina “Bakugou get in here!” Sero yelled pausing the game“what do you want duck tape?! Why the hell is our nerd crying?! WHO HAS TO DIE?!” Bakugou yelled “Shut up and let her talk and you’ll find out!” Denki growled which shocked everyone. Once the boys sat down everyone looked at me “ok mi amor.. Tell us what happened” Sero said. I got off mina and began to tell them what happened. “And when I got up to move. H-he p-pinned m-me to t-the t-table a-and s-said i w-w-would t-take h-him a-as h-he t-touched m-me. S-So I h-hit h-him w-with m-my f-fire a-and r-ran o-off.” i was crying and shaking at that point Mina grabbed me and hugged me tightly. Everyone was highly pissed. “Nerd come here” Bakugou said, Mina let go of me and I walked over to him, He grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me into a tight hug. “He won't get away with touching our nerd. That’s a promise.” he said with a murdiest growl. He was shaking “Babe..” I started as I rubbed his back. His breath hitched but he slowly calmed down as he placed his head on my shoulder. Soon enough we were trapped in a group hug by our group. I smiled as i was trapped in the large hug I felt safe and protected. Mina and I went to her room as the boys followed Bakugo to find Mr. Aizawa. Mina threw one of the boys shirts at me and some of her shorts. Once I got changed mina dragged me down onto her bed and she cuddled me. I smiled as her heart beat lead me to sleep I knew I was safe with her around. I'm pretty sure the Mr. Aizawa let the boys deal with the third year we'll see tomorrow. Soon Y/n and Mina where passed out hold each other.

Poly bakusqaud x female reader

Prologue

Your the bakusqauds baby.

even if your older than them your still their baby

no questions asked

Your always smudged in-between all of them

Your in the support class so you make their gear and costumes.

you meet them from Bakugou

you where the only one who work on his gear. You put Bakugou in his place which made him want to be friends with you

then you started hanging out with the bakusqaud.

soon they all feel in love with you and asked you to join their relationship you said yes.

(I'll do a story for this)

Ever wonder what would happen if someone hurt the bakusqauds baby? time to find out.

⚠️ Cursing, hurassment, poly relationship! , girl x girl, boy x boy, boy x girl⚠️

😭😭GUYS I NEED HELP PLEASE 😭😭

I JUST READ AN AMAZING FANFICTION OF DRAGON KIRISHMA AND HIS DRAGON WIFE GETTING MARRIED 💓 AND I FORGOT 😅TO LIKE IT WITH A HEART❤️😭 AND NOW I CAN'T FIND IT😭

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ᱬ⛧ who is she? ~ e. kirishima

sum: sometimes he forgets he’s still married to someone.

pairing: time skip! kirishima x wife! reader

content: sfw - no warnings here. established relationship.

a/n: based off a video i saw the other day. feels like this would be something kirishima would be like. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 1,575

links: bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

the buzz of chatter sounded in the air as red eyes scanned around, taking in every person who was in the same room as them. it had been a good few years since they’d all managed to meet up and spend time together, especially at an annual event that only a handful of them ever attended at one time.

the glass in their hand was brought up to their lips as they took a drink of the liquid inside, warming sensation sliding down their throat as they swallowed. “you know, i’m surprised you’d decided to come to this, eji. did he drag you along with him?”. following the finger of the person he was talking to kirishima looked toward his blonde-haired best friend and shook his head. “nah, if anything, i had to convince bakugou to come along”.

hearing a snort before a laugh, he grinned showing off his sharp teeth to his other friend, kaminari, who mirrored his smile. “so aside from the obvious hero work, what else have you been up to? i heard you finally got married, about time!”. the usually outgoing redhead rubbed the back of his head, laughing nervously as he nodded. “yeah, took me long enough. you know, as corny as it sounds, she’s my soulmate, my other half. i couldn’t imagine my life without her”.

placing the glass down on the bar, he decided to mingle a little more with his other classmates that were scattered around, deciding on the group that had midoriya, todoroki and bakugou in the centre. of course, he managed to slip himself into the group easily, much to the annoyance of the explosion hero.

that’s when he saw you standing just to the side of the group, talking to a few of the girls he’d gone to school with. one hand holding onto a glass, the other resting on your chest. anyone who was anyone could see the diamond sparkling the light, showing off that you were no longer having eyes for any other, not that you ever did since you met your husband.

mina, yaoyorozu and uraraka gasped when they saw the ring, eyes widening as mina grabbed your hand. “hey, since when did that happen!?”. biting back a laugh, you hummed slightly and tilted your head. “oh you know, the other day. we just wanted something small between hero work but don’t worry, we’ll be having another celebration soon enough and you’re all invited”. cheers sounded as you laughed.

looking over your shoulder at the feeling of eyes on your back, you caught the attention of kirishima who waved shyly, much to your amusement. offering a sweet smile you turned your attention back to your circle and continued to talk.

“well, looks like someone’s caught your attention. shame you’re spoken for. looks like i’ll have a chance”. looking to his side, kirishima saw kaminari with a grin on his face as he looked at you, something that never changed from being in school. “i don’t know man, she’s taken by the looks of it”.

a sound almost like a whine left kaminari as he huffed out, turning his attention back to the group as they chatted.

as the night progressed, so did the chatter and drinks, music playing as bodies danced, some close to their significant other while others stayed in their groups. not that kirishima was bothered as he spent most of his night carefully watching you. you were currently dancing with mina. despite the pair of you wearing dresses, you were both managing to pull out some impressive moves.

he looked down at the ring on his finger and sighed, downing the rest of the drink he’d only gotten a few moments ago before making his way over to you, fingers tapping your shoulder.

turning your attention over your shoulder to see those same red eyes you’d caught staring at you, you smiled brightly and turned around, wrapping your arms around the figure's neck in a hug. “kiri, how nice of you to join me!”. taking a moment to excuse yourself, you pulled away from the male and grabbed his hand, leading him into an empty space on the floor not too far from where you were.

grabbing ahold hold of his hands you placed them on your hips, fingers lingering a few seconds longer before you raised your arms, draping them over his shoulders as you began moving to the slow music now being played. “hey”. a soft smile tugged at your lip as you hummed. “hey yourself. couldn’t keep your eyes to yourself i see?”.

stuttering slightly, kirishima tried to explain himself before you laughed, pulling him closer to you. “relax you idiot. you’re allowed to look, eji”.

sighing a little, he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against yours, savouring the feeling of you in his arms after what felt like a long day for you both. “i know, i just feel so awkward about it all still. i’m not ready for all the questions yet”.

moving one of your arms, you placed your fingers under his chin and lifted his head, eyes scanning his and face as you offered a reassuring smile. you knew he struggled when it came to relationships, but you always assured him you’d be there to support him no matter what. “just relax, you’re doing a great job, we both know it”.

letting your hand drop, you placed it over his heart as your rings caught the light again. he was nervous, the erratic beating of his heart only confirmed that for you. “just breathe okay? i’m not going anywhere, promise”.

offering another soft smile, you looked up only to feel his lips on yours, claiming them in a kiss of every emotion he was feeling at that time. cheering sound behind you as he pulled back. “way to go, kiri! i won’t tell your wife what I saw, don’t worry”.

looking over your shoulder in the direction of the shout, you shook your head as you laughed, turning your attention back to the red-head who held you in his arms. “reckon i should put kaminari out of his misery?”.

that caused him to smile, nodding his head. “yeah, think you should. i'd hate to sound like bakugou, but I can’t wait for that extra to shut it”.

laughing, you wrapped your arms around him again and pulled yourself closer into his body, head resting on his chest as you listened to the beat of his now calming heart. lifting your head, you placed another kiss on his lips before pulling away, turning to face kaminari. “oh don’t worry kami, i think she already knows isn’t that right, my darling husband?”.

the look on everyone’s faces around you turned from shock to confusion, a few changing to a look of knowing as they smiled. you’d both kept it secret for as long as you could, the only exception being bakugou who caught wind of you both dating one day.

you were thankful to him for keeping quiet, you weren’t ready to let anyone, let alone the world know you were dating the number 12 hero. you’d both wanted to take things slow, getting to know each other without the pressures of your daily missions and lives.

a small mutter of “about damn time you nerds” was heard from somewhere in the small crowd now gathered.

“what the hell, (y/n)!?”. biting back a laugh, you placed your hand on top of the one that rested on your tummy, fingers lacing as best as they could. “surprise. i’m the wife”.

a proud smile tugged at your lips as you looked to the side, seeing the same smile on the face of your husband. “seriously, kiri, how the hell did you forget to mention you had a whole ass wife, and that wife was (y/n)”.

“don’t know dude, i guess i kinda forgot i was married to her. still doesn’t feel real”. looking at you he pecked the top of your head, squeezing your hand as you ran your thumb across the back of his hand.

“besides, we only wanted a quiet ceremony to start with, you’ll all be invited to the big celebration when we have one”.

truth be told, kirishima had forgotten he was married to you, he does for a brief moment each day. it still felt like a crazy dream that he’d wake up from any moment to find himself alone in bed, a bed that you shared with him.

whenever he looked at you, his mind went blank, it was easy for him to forget he was married to you. he’d even find himself fawning over you, wishing he was the lucky guy responsible for the rings on your finger and the smile you wore. that was until he looked down and saw the ring on his own finger, a ring you had custom-made for him to be able to wear regardless of whether his quirk was active or not.

at the end of the day, kirishima would always be that love-sick man who fell head over heels in love with you when you called into his office one day and was forever thankful he was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

he was married to you and no one else would ever get the chance to be called your husband, your other half but most importantly your best friend for life.

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“ Hey, Y/n! Have you seen my hoodie?!” Your husband called from your shared bedroom as he prepared to take a shower after a particularly long patrol

“Which one!? The shark one or the Crimson Riot one?!” you called hoping he wasn’t looking for the shark hoodie you were currently drowning in.

“The shark one! You know the one you bought me for Christmas” he shouted back as he discarded his boots to search your guys’ shared bed.

“Noooo, haven’t seen it sorry babe” you drawled hoping he would fall for it.

“You're wearing it, aren’t you?” his teasing voice came from behind you as you hid further in the giant piece of clothing.

“I don’t know what you're talking about Kiri” you feigned innocence your face got hotter

“Mhm, so that’s not my hoodie you’re hiding in?” he went along with it even though you both knew that it was indeed his hoodie 

“Nope, I think you must’ve hit your head or something” you giggled as he grinned 

For a second, for a very tiny second, one would believe that you had gotten away with it but of course, your husband couldn't just let you get away with this terrible crime so before you could even blink he had you tossed over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes “Kiri!! Putt me down!” you screeched laughing “No can do, you’re under arrest for hoodie theft” he laughed dropping you on the bed before falling on top of you, effectively trapping you in place “Kiri, you’re heavy bro” you groaned making no move to escape.

And that's how the two of you spent the rest of the afternoon, cuddling as hours passed, the world melting away around the two of you.

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Ejirou cares about you too much

Ejirou Kirishima x Sick!GN!Reader

Summary: You're sick and Kirishima cares about you too much, ‘till the point he would take care of you when he can.

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“Ngh-” I suddenly felt weak in my body. the moment I woke up, I felt weak. ‘Am I sick?’ I thought to myself, I tried to shake it off and tried to get up to get ready. It was a Friday, I’m sure I’m gonna get through the day with no problem. I slowly got up and stretched my legs and arms, I walked over to my closet and grabbed my uniform. I walked out of my room to the shared bathroom [You guys can pick which bathroom, the female or the male. Or you can just imagine there’s a gender neutral one!] . I then placed down my uniform and got into one of the showers and showered.

While I showered, my vision turned black for a second. I panicked a little but I closed my eyes and breathed slowly. I then opened my eyes and my sight was better. I shrugged off that you were about to pass out, and continued to shower.

I walked out of the showered and changed. After I changed, I walked all the way back to my dorm and with the elevator too. I grabbed my stuff and put them in my bag and went back to the elevator with some classmates. Once we all went out, we all parted and walked outside of the dorm building.

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“Are you alright Y/N?” I heard a classmate asked,

“Mhm! Just fine!” I smiled back at them.

I sighed and continued walking around the school grounds, it was break and I finished eating so I decided to walk around, my body felt a bit weak but not as worse than when I woke up. As I walked by the halls, I saw a red spiky haired boy. He noticed me staring and he walked to me, “Heyy Y/N!” I smiled at him, “Hello Kirishima.”

He showed his sharky smile that just makes me feel warm inside, apart from the cold feeling than usual. Kirishima noticed something different, “Hey, you good?” “Mhm- Just fine Kirishima,” I softly said with a smile. He looked at you up and down, he then put his hand up to my forehead,

“Y/N! Your heating up! Didn’t you noticed this before or you started to heat up before some periods?” He worriedly said.

“I’m fine, don’t worr-” Then suddenly I saw the faint black turn into pitch black and I passed out

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“Hm?” I woke up, feeling less weak then I did, I looked around to see I was in my dorm again. I looked to my right to see a sleeping Kirishima. Has he been taking care of me? I tapped his lap, he flinched and woke up, “Y/N! YOUR AWAKEEE.” He hugged me tight, he realised he hugged me too tight and let go. “Recovery girl said you got a fever, you got some days off,” Kirishima explained and I nodded.

“How about you? You got class” I said while looking at my alarm clock and back at him. “I got time off~ Just to take care of you!” He proudly said with his iconic shark smile, I chuckled and looked at him with a smile,

“Thank you.”

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[YOUR SICK! I don’t think it’s a good thing to congrats someone with- But here’s how I think how Eijirou would take care of you!]

- He will stay as long as he wants, to take care of you. Even if you guys got different classes, like if your from class 1C and he’s from class 1A, he does not care.

- If he could, he would ask Bakugou to make some soup for you and buy some medicine if you don’t have any.

- I think he would be so sweet to you and try to keep you comfortable, like maybe fluffing up your pillow or moving them to become like a pillow chair.

- He would even cuddle with you if you asked him to.

- Ask anything and HE WILL GET THE STUFF. Cold water? Ran to the common room, ran back to you. More blankets? If you got more in your closet, he will get them for you. Cuddles? SAY NOTHING LESS, he’s cuddling you until you fall asleep.

- Just a much of kisses when he cuddles you.

★☽A/N: I love this shark boy, I SWEAR! Also I am so shocked by the amount of notes/likes I got from the Hawks x GN!Reader headcannons! I just wanna say, thanks for them cause I honestly didn’t think it would get that much in just 2 days- It’s not something I see often in my Tumblr Page.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n: We get to meet Y/n’s new friend. Series triggers bellow.

Word Count: 682 words

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖎𝖝

Endeavor stared at Aizawa as he held onto his sons hand. Endeavor’s Shoto stared away from his father at stared at the school before him. His multicolored eyes say a small figure hidden in the shadows. 

Shoto squinted as he saw a light blue skirt. He saw a pair of e/c eyes peering at him. Shoto let go of his father hand and slowly moved away from him. 

Endeavor continued to speak with Aizawa as Shoto slowly slipped away. The blue skirt slipped out of Shoto’s view and he chased after the blue skirt as I kept disappearing around the campus. 

The blue skirt was behind a tree and Shoto slowly approached the tree. As Shoto circled the tree the skirt disappeared and appeared opposite to him.

“Hello? Who are you?” Shoto asked. His tone soft and stoic. He heard sifting giggling as he saw a girl peer out front he other side.

Shoto’s face flushed with red as he stared at the girl in front of him. She had h/c hair glow flowing freely with a black ribbion bow. A knee-length puffed sleeve dress with a pinafore worn over the top. Long white socks with ankle-strap shoes.

She had bright e/c eyes the shimmered in the sunlight. Her s/c skin had a glow to it. Her face was sweet and bubbly. Her eyes held curiosity as she stared at Shoto. Shoto could help but compare the girl to a fairytale, maybe even a fairytale princess. 

Y/n smiled brightly at the newcomer. His multiple colored eyes reminded Y/n of caterpillar. His red and white hair seemed really soft. Y/n wanted to reach out and touch it. There was a red scar over his turquoise eye. 

Y/n thought he looked like a popsicle. One of those American multicolored ones. He was a very nice looking popsicles. Y/n came out from behind the tree and stared at Shoto with a smile.

“Hello.” Y/n spoke softly. Shoto could only stare for a moment. Her voice was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. It was the perfect combination of sweet, soft, gentle, and a slight be of curiosity. 

“It’s Todoroki Shoto.” Shoto spoke as he moved away from the tree.

“I’m Y/n.” She mumbled. She looked away as she bit her lip. How do I talk to him Y/n wondered. If she didn’t know how to say something Aizawa would just figure it out. Y/n was unsure of what to do with the boy in front of her.

“Wanna have a tea party with me?” Y/n stammered. Shoto unfroze and stared at Y/n. His grey and turquoise eyes peering into her e/c eyes. Shoto nodded her head softly and a bright smile came over Y/n’s face.

She grabbed onto his hand and began to pull him towards a new spot. This spot had a nice quilt on the ground with tea set and many different tea snacks. Y/n pushed Shoto to the ground gently and pushed a tea cups into his hands.

Shoto gasped as the tea cups, tea cakes, sandwiches, and tea pot floated in the air. Y/n waved her hand and the tea pot floated towards him and pour some tea into his cup. 

Music seemed to fill the air in a happily and upbeat tone. The tea set began to speak and sing. Y/n laughed in delight as Shoto watched her. She seemed at peace. Sugar and cream poured into his tea.

Shoto took a sip of his tea and near choked at it sweetness. Y/n shoot her head towards him with a bashful look. With a small wave hai tea cup floated away and towards her.

Y/n waved her hand and all the sugar and cream flew out. She handed him back his tea cup.

“Sorry, I forget not everyone like there’s their tea the way I do.” Y/n hand looking up at the bright blue sky. Shoto merely smiled at her and sipped his tea softly. Y/n began to eat an iced cookie with adorable face.

The pair sat in a comfortable silence as the enjoyed Y/n’s strange tea party.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n: So Alice!reader is in the Endeavor hate train 😁😁😁😁. Series trigger warnings will be below.

Word Count: 540

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊

Endeavor stared at the girl with a light glare. The girl had just stared at him for ten minutes. The cat on her lap was glaring at him with such fury.

“Cheshire doesn’t like you.” The girl growled. Endeavor’s eyes widened in surprise at her words. 

“If Cheshire doesn’t like you I don’t!” The girl glared. Endeavor sent her a confused look at her words. She wasn’t speaking in correct sentences.

“Get out!” The girl fumed.

“Excuse me?” Endeavor questioned. The car in her lap disappeared leaving only a creepy smile. Then it appeared in font of his face barring his sharp teeth.

“GET OUT!” She yelled as Cheshire pounced  onto Endeavor pushing him onto his back outside of the room. Quickly the other hero’s pulled Endeavor away from the cat as it disappeared right back to the girl.

“What happened Endeavor?” Midnight asked helping up from the ground. Endeavor growled as he rose from the ground. 

“That fucking cat is psycho! That girl is also psycho!” Endeavor groaned as he wiped blood from his cuts. Midnight rolled her eyes at him.

“She’s a child Endeavor! Not a monster.” Midnight explained. Midnight entered the room with a smile and the girl looked up at her.

“Hello honey, how do you feel?” Midnight ponder. Cheshire stared at Midnight then nodded at the girl. 

“He likes you.” The girl smiles warmly. Midnight asked if she could sit next to her. The girl nods with a smile.

“You’re pretty.” The girl smiled.

“What’s your name honey?” Midnight wondered. The girl tilted her hand confused. Midnight went to hold the girls hand but Cheshire bared his teeth. Midnight slowly placed her hand down. 

“Honey, what happened to you. What happened in the facility. What happened to all the scientists, doctors, nurses, everyone there. Who was in charge of everything.” Midnight asked. The girls breath picked up and her hand began to shake as a look of fear came onto her face. 

Midnight lowered her eyes knowing she had asked too much. Midnight sent her a smile and stood up from the bed. Midnight exited the room and the hero’s stood up. 

“Well, what did she say?” Nezu asked from Aizawa’s shoulder. Midnight took in a breath and shook her head lightly.

“She doesn’t speak much, I can’t figure out her name and I think I overwhelmed her with all the questions.” Midnight admitted.

“Well she kicked Endeavor out, she let me sit next to her, she let you sit next to you and she talked with you. The only person we haven’t tried is you Shota.” Present Mic said. 

“Nezu hasn’t gone either.” Aizawa sighed. 

“Actually I did but she tried to squeeze the life out of me. She thought I was a door mouse? I’m not sure.” Nezu said with a laugh at the end. With a groan Aizawa opened the door and the girl looked into his eyes with a smile. 

“Hey kid, how are you feeling?” Aizawa asked walking near her. The girl stared up at her with a dreamy smile. 

“So you just gonna stare at me with you that dreamy smile kid?” Aizawa pondered. The girl misted stared into the distance and Aizawa stared at her with a smile. 

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n: All series triggers will be bellow. If anyone does like hospitals here’s a small warning.

Word Count: 714 words

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖔

Aizawa watch the small girl through a hospital window. After the carnage of the lab she was brought to a hospital. A female doctor walked out of the room and over to the hero’s guarding the girls room.

“How is she doc?” Present Mic questioned concern laced in his tone. The doctor let out a sigh and shook her head. 

“The poor girls got two fractured ribs, three bruised ribs, one broken rib, a broken right arm, her left arm bone is bruised, a grade two concussion, and not to mention all the bruises and scars on the outside of her body. Some of her old cuts opened up during her fight. And there obviously years on abuse on her body. Once we find out how old she is we’ll be able to treat her better.” The Doctor informs the hero’s. 

The hero’s all gasp and exclaim is worry. Mic placed his hand over his mouth. Endeavor’s eyes widen but remained calm. Midnight gasps and begins to ask what kind of monster would do that to a little girl. 

Aizawa goes to look at the girl in pity only to find some man standing above her. His outfit is strange and colorful, with a strange hat on his head. He’s holding and tea pot and tea cups float in the air. 

Aizawa attempts to open the door only for it to be lock. The other hero’s look at Aizawa as he try’s to open the door. Only once they see the strange man do they realize why Aizawa was in such a frenzy.

Endeavor pushes the hero’s to the side and blast at the door with his fire but to no avail. Aizawa begins to pound on the window as staff become worried.

Aizawa watches as the strange man rolls his eyes at the hero’s. He grabs one on the cup floating around a pours tea into the tea cup. Aizawa begins to pound on the window as the other hero’s try and open the room from any angle. 

The man take his hat off and kneels down . He gently grabs the small girl and pulls her closer to his body. Aizawa pauses at this. The man was being too gentle, like he was afraid of breaking her.

THe man brought the tea cup to the girls lips and pour some tea down her throat. After some tea went down the girls throat the man placed her back onto her bed. 

All the floating tea cups slowly descended onto the side table as the man placed down the tea cup he was holding. The teapot still floated and the man placed it down while grabbing his strange hat. 

The man placed his hat onto his indigo hair. The man pet her hair and placed a soft kiss to her forehead. Aizawa pushed Endeavor away from the door and kicked it open. 

Aizawa rushed into the room the hero’s not far behind. Aizawa stared into the mans teal eyes as the man bowed at him. And with a snap of his fingers the man was gone. 

Aizawa went to the girl quickly and looked her over. Her pale s/c skin was beginning to have color. The deep bags under her eyes were softer. The bruise covering the left side of her face began to feel.

Midnight went to grab the tea pot only for an orb of light to surrounded the cups and pot pushing her away. 

“Is she okay?” Mic asked standing next to Aizawa. Before Aizawa can answer the girls eyes shoot open causing Mic to scream.  The girl shoot up inhaling deeply while looking around ignoring the hero’s in her room.

When her eyes landed on the tea pot she reached out for it. The tea pot and cup began to float towards her. The pot poured tea into her tea cup and with shaky hands she took a sip. 

The girl stared at each hero for a moment before the air next her began to warp. A large fry cat with blue stripes large golden eyes and a smile stretched across his face floated next to the girl.  

The cat landed on her lap and she laid back into the pillows while the hero’s were under the cats watchful eyes.