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What if y/n was having a girls night and they started talking about lewd stuff or kinks (maybe they were playing T or D? Idk) and the mha guys they liked or are in a relationship with BUTTT it turns out they boys were eavesdropping ANDD THEY GOT ALL HOT AND BOTHERED AND WANTED TO FULFILL Y/ns FANTASY💘💦 you can pick which one ends up with y/n……….I’m not super sure how your requests work (I didn’t find your rules) uh so if it doesn’t work like this please ignore this 🙈😳🤭 thank you 

skrtttt my first request! I made a rule page after seeing this bc i realized that i didnt have one- but YES okay onward-

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sleepover fantasies

bakugou x fem!reader

aged up! american college AU

I made some changes but kept the basic idea of the request! I hope you enjoyyy!

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

cw: SMUT, Nosy ass boys, sex toys, discussion about fantasies and kinks, choking mentioned, impact play mentioned, choking, face fucking mentioned, the name princess used, oral (fem recieving), unprotected sex, gagging on fingers, cream pie, small aftercare, the whole fic is sexual, not proofread

!!come to my asks to be a part of my taglist! just let me know what kinds of fics/ what fandom/ what characters/ etc you want to be tagged in! Requests are open!!!!

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Being in college meant more work and less time with friends. Obviously, this takes a toll on a whole group of friends that have been together for years. So, naturally, Mina and Kirishima decide to plan a once a month group sleepover at their shared apartment just off campus.

A lot of the time, it started with everyone- Denki, Bakugou, Sero, Kirishima, Deku, Todoroki, Mina, Y/n, Ochako, Jirou, Asui, and Momo- in the living room lightly drinking, smoking, playing Mario Kart, debating random shit that didn't matter, and ordering food. It would always end with the guys in the living room and the girls in Mina and Kirishima's shared bedroom.

And thats exactly how tonight went.

Tossing their bags in various spots around the room, Jirou found herself sat on the floor next to Momo- who was half asleep. Ochako and Asui sat on bean bags they dragged in from the living room. Mina and Y/n flopped themselves on the bed. A collective sigh rang through the room as the girls were all relieved to be away from the guys for the time being.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP- YOU CHEATED SPARKY." Bakugou's voice was loud enough to boom through the shut bedroom door.

"I DID NOT- AND EVEN IF I DID YOU CANT KILL ME-" Denki sounded panicked.

"LIKE HELL I CANT-" Bakugou shouted back, the sound of Kirishima trying to calm the angrier of the blondes down made the girls laugh.

"God- how do they have so much energy still?" Momo asked, leaning her head on Jirous shoulder with her eyes closed.

"How are you so tired? Its like- 10 pm." Mina asked, laying on her stomach facing the girl in question.

"This week sucked- too many tests and projects all at once." Momo responded with closed eyes.

"Oh my god- me too! Why do all professors plan this shit in the same week?" Ochako piped in, earning a nod of agreement from Asui.

"They're all in on it together Im convinced." Asui added, making Jirou giggle.

"Just wanna see us fail-" Jirous thought was interrupted.

"YOU FUCKIN NASTY BITCH." Y/n yelled, hopping up from the bed, pink vibrator and a pair of keys in hand.

"OH MY GOD NO-" Mina tried to get the pink toy out of Y/ns hand to no avail as she jumped on the bed away from her.

"What the hell?!" Ochako asked, marveling at the scene playing out in front of her.

"WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE THESE ON THE NIGHT STAND-" Y/n asked.

"ITS CLEAN I SWEAR- IT NEEDED TO DRY OFF FROM BEING CLEANED OFF." Mina exclaimed, snatching the toy from Y/n's hand.

"What the hell are these for?" Y/n asked, flopping back down onto the bed, dangling the keys in front of her face.

"I think I could tell ya-" Jirou said, pointing to the headboard where one end of a pair of cuffs was locked.

"YOU DIRTY BITCH-" Y/n started laughing.

"Oh shut up, he looked fuckin good today and I couldn't wait until everyone left tomorrow." Mina laughed with her, taking the keys from her and unlocking the cuffs from the bed.

Mina crouched down under next to the bed, pulling out a big black box.

"You're fuckin kidding me." Jirou said.

"No way!" Ochako leaned forward to see what was in the box.

"Oh my god youre all children!" Mina yelled, opening the box of sex toys and putting the toy, cuffs, and keys back where they belong.

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The unusually high amount of commotion coming from the room where the girls were got all of the guys' attention.

"Theyre loud tonight." Kirishima said, starting the obvious.

"Thanks captain obvious." Bakugou scoffed.

"Shut up!" Kirishima said, throwing a pillow at Bakugous head.

"I wonder what the commotion is." Sero said, thinking out loud.

"Wanna find out?" Denki asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"What, just go in and ask why theyre being loud? Thats rude." Todoroki inquired.

"No, you simple minded man. We eavesdrop!" Denki exclaimed as if it were obvious.

"No! We cant- thats invading their privacy!" Deku's face reddened.

"You're such a pussy." Bakugou said to the green haired boy, throwing the pillow at him instead of back at Kiri.

"C'monnnn they HAVE to be talking about something good- we never know what they do in there!" Denki said, thinking of his deepest fantasies.

"Oh god- what are you thinking about in that tiny brain?" Sero asked, tapping Denki's forehead.

"C'mon! I'm going- it's gotta be interesting." Denki said, walking towards the room.

The remaining boys sat in silence until Sero stood and followed Denki. "He has a point- they could be talking shit."

"It could be something embarrassing and funny! I could always use more ammo against Mina. C'mon." Kirishima said, Standing, dragging Bakugou with him.

The remaining boys followed, not wanting to be left out, Deku muttering to himself about privacy.

Leaned up against the door, Denki signaled the guys to be silent.

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"NO WHAT IS THAT ONE-" Y/n yelled, lunging forward to the box, reaching in. She and Mina were always closer than the rest of the girls, so this was nothing out of the ordinary. They invaded each others personal space and belongings on the daily.

She pulled out an O gag, holding it up in awe.

"It's to keep my mouth open." Mina explained simply with a small smirk.

"Oh my god." Y/n felt like she discovered the secrets of the world in this box. "What about this?" She asked, the rest of the girls gathering around, Momo suddenly more awake than ever.

"That one-" Mina took the toy from Y/n. "-is a vibrating butt plug."

"Holy shit." Y/n sat back on her butt, wanting to learn what everything was.

"Is that a fucking whip?" Momo asked.

"Sure is- I like that shit." Mina said plainly, holding the small whip in her hand.

"Like...being hit is a turn on for you?" Ochako asked, sitting next to Y/n.

"Only with consent and in a certain setting. Its just harder spanking." Mina explained.

"Spanking?" Y/n asked.

"Yeah- the basics. Spanking, hair pulling-" Mina started.

"Have you never done that stuff, Y/n?" Jirou asked.

"No. I mean nobody has ever like...Its always been quick hook ups ya know?" Y/n explained.

"I havent either... I'm too nervous." Ochako admitted.

"Oh my god! Ladies! You should experience your fantasies! You deserve it!" Mina exclaimed.

"You really should be able to, but with someone you trust." Asui added.

"I dont know if Izuku would be into it...I'd love for him to pull my hair sometimes though..." Ochako blushed.

"Never know till you ask!" Mina said.

"God- I want to know what it all feels like. I need to get laid." Y/n sighed.

"Aw baby! What are your fantasies? We can find ya someone!" Mina offered, sitting with the rest of the girls.

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"Damn Kirishima!" Denki whisper yelled to the blushing red head.

"Didn't know you two got down like that man." Sero whispered. "Props."

"What does- Ochako wants me to- what!?" Deku whisper yelled.

Bakugou didn't respond. He was too tuned into the girls' conversation, wanting to hear with his crush would say about her fantasies. He had been pining over Y/n for years from a distance, admiring her courage, her humor, her talent, and her ass- sorry boobs- sorry hips- sorry intelligence.

"Shut up, you idiots." He finally whispered, making the boys lean back in to the door.

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"Well, I mean hair pulling and spanking is a given- but like. I want the whole uh- calling someone daddy. Being called names maybe? I dont know, I've seen some stuff in porn too- like being bent over a counter? Or do shit in public even? God that sounds weird when I say it out loud-" Y/n said, shaking her head, trying to laugh it off.

"It isnt weird!" Asui reassured her.

"Babe, you just saw my gags, cuffs, and dildos. You're not weird." Mina giggled.

"Oh the gags too!" Ochako piped in. "I love that idea."

"I wanna be gagged with fingers not a ball." Y/n admitted.

"Oh my god- you would love being face fucked." Jirou chuckled.

"Face fucked?" Y/n asked.

"Like when a guy pretty much uses your mouth to get off." Mina explained.

"Oh... yeah... thats-" Y/n blushed and laughed, the entire group of girls laughing.

"You're a subby bitch, huh?" Mina asked.

"Guess so!" Y/n replied, laughing further.

"You need to be tied up and fucked-" Mina started, Y/n stopping her by yelling.

"STOPPP Oh my god SHUT UP." Y/n was red and warm.

"Who would it be?" Ochako asked.

"What?" Y/n replied.

"Who do you want to fuck you?" Jirou asked, catching on.

"Oh my god yeah!" Asui leaned in.

"Who who who!" Mina shook the girl's shoulders.

"IM NOT GONNA JUST SAY IT WHEN HES LITERALLY IN THE SAME APARTMENT-" Y/n admitted, shaking Mina shoulders as well.

"ITS ONE OF THE GUYS?!"

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"Oh fuck." Denki muttered.

Bakugou's face was red and he was thinking about all of the things he wanted to do to the seemingly innocent girl on the other side of the door.

"I bet its Sero." Denki whispered.

"Nah, I'm betting Todoroki." Sero replied.

"Totally not me." Todoroki whispered.

"Shut. Up." Bakugou seethed.

The guys all shut their mouths, realizing Bakugou wanted his name to come out of her mouth.

"Oh shit-" Denki started.

"Dont." Kirishima warned.

Denki chuckled and leaned back in to the door.

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"No- I'm not saying. It would NEVER happen anyways." Y/n said, blushing and looking to the floor.

"Is it Todoroki?!" Ochako asked.

"No its totally Sero." Jirou said.

"No no no it HAS to be Denki-" Momo started, the girls all debating with each other, except for Y/n and Mina.

"Oh my god." Mina said quietly, realization hitting her. "OH my GOD." She said again, louder, making everyone silently look at her.

"It's fucking Bakugou." Mina said, sure that she was right.

"No way." Asui said, convinced otherwise.

"Its absolutely Bakugou isn't it?" Mina asked her best friend with a smirk.

"FUCK OFF- oh my god- its not like- he wouldnt even- he wouldnt look in my direction- its not a big deal!" Y/n stuttered around her words, hating that she was found out.

"HOLY SHIT." Jirou yelled in shock.

"You really must want degradation." Momo chuckled.

"Shut up- he's literally the hottest guy I've ever met." Y/n stated, crossing her arms.

"OH MY GOD!" Ochako squealed.

"No- like- and his voice?! God, call me princess and choke me OUT." Y/n said, full thirst mode activated.

"THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER." Mina yelped.

"No because like- I want Todoroki to ruin me." Momo admitted, taking the pressure off of Y/n.

"Seriously- I want Denki to live his nasty fantasies out with me." Jirou said, joining in.

"Sero could bound me up any day." Asui added.

"I need Izu to be mean to me so bad." Ochako groaned.

"Kirishima is so fucking good- guys. Last night, he ate my ass and I couldve died happy right there."

"The way I need Bakugou to touch me literally all over- his hands are so hot." Y/n continued.

"OH dont even get me started on hands." Ochoko laughed.

"Get Bakugou to like.. hang out with you. One on one." Jirou suggested.

"No no no, I've come to terms with that never happening, He would never go for me- I'm sure he barely knows I exist." Y/n said, waving her hands in front of her.

"That's so not true- youre so hot!" Mina said, smacking her hands down.

"If he doesn't want you, hes insane." Jirou added.

"Gah- whatever. It's not like its gonna happen tonight or whatever- just. Can we drop it?" Y/n asked, feeling the insecurities creeping in.

"Yeah- no problem babes. Oh! Wanna watch New Girl?" Ochako suggested.

"Yes!" Asui, Mina, and Momo said in unison.

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"Momo... wants me to ruin her? What's that even mean?" Todoroki wondered out loud as the guys walked back out to the living room.

"I can pull Ochakos hair lightly. And be like moderately mean-" Deku thought out loud as well.

"Shut up- JIROU WANTS ME!" Denki jumped around the living room.

"And Asui wants me!!" Sero joined the blonde in jumping around.

"Dude..." Kirishima sat down next to a blushing Bakugou.

"What, shitty hair?"

"You're into Y/n arent you?" He asked, making the remaiining guys stop and look at them.

"No!" Bakugou got even redder.

"Oh my god. And she wants your fingers down her throat!" Denki celebrated.

"Shut up!" Bakugou said, putting a pillow over his lap.

"Make a move!" Sero said, patting his friends shoulder.

"I know I'm gonna make a move on Jirou tomorrow-" Denki said, settling down.

"I'm going to ask Momo out." Todoroki confirmed with himself.

"Can we just- turn something on." Bakugou said, throwing the remote at Deku, making him come back to earth.

"O-oh yeah. Sorry Kacchan."

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Y/n woke up around 3 am, the need to pee stronger than any thought in her mind. Getting up, she stepped over her friends on the floor, all asleep.

Meanwhile, Bakugou was awake getting water from the kitchen, noting mentally that all of the guys were passed out.

Hearing light footsteps, he turned his head to see Y/ns figure walking to the bathroom, light turning on as she disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door.

His hands shook a little as he remembered all the things she said about him that night, the blood rushing to his dick.

"Tch." He scoffed, trying to shake the thoughts from his head as he heard the toilet flush.

She... wanted to fuck him, right?

So why not... now?

His mind raced as his feet took him closer to the bathroom door, brain full of images of what she might look like naked, what sounds she might make.

He stood in front of the door, hearing the sink turn off. He could turn around right now. But what if she noticed him walking away?

His thoughts were stopped by the door opening, his eyes greeted by the sight of Y/n in a long t-shirt looking startled by his presence.

He pushed her back into the bathroom, covering her mouth to make sure nobody woke up.

Shutting the door behind them, he pushed Y/n against the wall opposite the door, looking into her eyes.

"B-Bakugou. What are you doing?" She whisper-yelled, catching her breath from being scared.

"We- I heard you." He said, staring at the most perfect lips he'd seen.

"Heard me? Heard me wh- no. Nonononono." She whispered, panicking, hiding her face in her hands.

"Shhhh." He shushed her, moving her hands from her face, holding them. "Were you telling the truth, princess?" He asked, whispering, breath ghosting her face.

"Y-yeah. I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable-" She was interrupted by lips against hers.

His kiss was harsh and urgent, yet it made Y/n's panties soaked.

Y/n felt her hands get pressed against the wall above her, whimpering into Bakugou's mouth at feeling of the cold wall.

Pulling away, he attached his lips to her neck, nipping lightly.

"You never had someone take care 'a ya right, princess?" He asked between nips.

"N-no, just quickies." She admitted, biting back moans.

"Let me take care 'a ya. I'll let ya live out those fantasies" Bakugou demanded, earning a whimper and a nod from Y/n.

Letting go of her hands, Bakugou was pleased to see she kept them up. Obedient, he thought.

He lifted her shirt up and off of her body, revealing her tits. Groaning, he dove into the mounds in front of him, sucking both nipples individually, making her moan.

"Shit, baby. Been hidin these from me?" He asked.

"Ba-bakugou~" She moaned out.

"Katsuki. Call me Katsuki." He demanded, dropping to his knees.

"Katsuki-" She moaned out as he rid her of her panties, spreading her legs, admiring her glistening cunt.

"Damn. You are gorgeous." He praised, fingers starting to toy with her lips.

"Oh my god."

"You really thought I didn't know you existed, princess?" He asked, looking up at her and maintaining eye contact.

"Yeah- you never talk to me-" She muttered, trying to grind her hips against his hand, being stopped by his left hand holding her hips against the tile wall.

"Doesn't mean I havent fucked my fist thinkin about the noises you might make. I watch you- I see how fuckin smart and skilled you are. Not to mention sexy as hell." He admitted, touching Y/n's clit lightly, watching her squirm and gasp.

"P-please, Katsuki." She whined.

"What, princess? Tell me what ya need." He teased her clit more, her hips jerking against his left hand in response.

"Touch me-"

"Touch me what?" He asked, chuckling.

Not knowing what he wanted her to say more, Y/n decided to loop two words into the sentence.

"Please touch me daddy."

With that, Bakugou was holding her hip up with his left hand still, lifting her leg over his shoulder to give him easier access to her wet pussy. He licked a stripe up the center, tasting her slowly. Her hands flew to his hair to stabilize herself.

"Shit, daddy!" She whispered, head pushed against the tile wall as she started to grind her core against his face.

Pushing a finger in, Bakugou felt her pulling his hair lightly, making him moan into her.

"M-moreee." Y/n moaned, feeling her climax already creeping up on her. He added another finger, giving her what she needed.

"Gimme it- cum for me princess- oh fuck-" He went her faster, feeling her walls clench around his fingers. Licking her cum from her pussy, Bakugou was in absolute heaven.

"Pleasepleaseplease-" She whined, feeling him pull away from her and move her foot back to the floor, standing up.

He kissed her, making her taste her own essence, both moaning into the kiss.

"You need to be quiet, princess. Gonna wake everyone up." He whispered into her ear, moving her body to be in front of the counter and mirror. He turned her around, letting her watch the way he played with her nipples for a moment before he couldn't take it anymore.

Taking his shirt off and pushing his pants down, Bakugou knew he needed to be inside of her.

He pushed her shoulders lightly, making her bend over.

"Aint this what you wanted? Hmm? To be bent over a counter and fucked?" He asked, rubbing his dick along her center.

"Y-yes. Need it so bad." She whimpered.

"Your wish is my command." He stated, pushing his cock into her pussy slowly.

She moaned quietly as he bottomed out inside of her, his balls resting against her pussy.

"M-move. Please daddy move- fuck me- god-" She blabbered, hands gripping the marble counter.

Without a word, Bakugou pulled her hair lightly, making her watch them both in the mirror as he began fucking her.

Thrust after thrust, she got louder and louder.

He pulled her hair harder, making her arch up into his chest.

Putting his fingers in her mouth, he whispered in her ear. "Guess ill have to shove my fuckin fingers down your throat to keep ya quiet, hah?"

She gagged as he pushed his fingers further, moaning lightly as her eyes rolled back.

"Gonna cum again, princess? Aw, thats it, cum for daddy." He teased, whispering becoming more horse as he felt his own climax nearing.

"Shit baby- gonna cum- can I- in ya?" He grunted out, feeling her walls tighten around his dick as she drooled around his fingers, letting it drip down his hand. She nodded the best she could as she came, legs twitching, screams of pleasure caught in her throat.

He painted her walls with his cum, grunting with each weak thrust.

As the two came down from their highs, he pulled out, turning and lifting her to sit on the counter, making a mess.

He watched as she leaned her head against the mirror, catching her breath and gripping the counter still as after shock like waves of pleasure ripped through her weakly.

He grabbed a wash cloth from the closet, knowing where everything is as he helped Mina and Kirishima move in and unpack a few months ago.

Wetting it, Bakugou checked on Y/n, seeing that her eyes were shut and her body was calming.

He cleaned Y/n up, starting with her thighs and center, moving down her legs. He got a separate wash cloth to wet with cold water and set on her forehead.

Putting his own underwear and sweat pants on, he gathered her shirt and panties, handing them to her as she came back to planet earth and gave him the cold wash cloth.

"Thank you, Bakugou." She muttered, smiling as she got dressed.

"Hey, I told ya. Katsuki." He reminded her, tilting her chin up and giving her a kiss. This kiss was much softer in comparison to the one earlier.

Pulling away, she blushed.

"Thank you, Katsuki."

"Thank you, Y/n. Hope we can uh- ya know. Do it again?" He asked, not sure how to go about this.

"Absolutely. And maybe I can even hold your hand now and then." She giggled.

"Maybe I'll take ya on a date then, how's that sound princess?" He asked, unsure of where the confidence came from.

"Perfect." She smiled, kissing him one last time before they walked out of the bathroom. "Sleep well, Katsuki."

"You too, princess."

Walking back into the bedroom and laying next to Mina, Y/n was spooked by Mina asking "What the hell took so long? I got cold."

"Oh uh- just had too pee."

"That was a long pee." Mina said, cuddling up to Y/n's side.

"Yeah- Bakugou needed some help." She suggested, hinting a little.

"You fucked Bakugou in my bathroom, didn't you?" Mina asked, yawning.

"Nahhh. He fucked me." The two laughed lightly, falling back asleep.

omg i just saw this reel and my mind went SHOTO USGICJEBCN

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imagine watching your beloved husband shoto colour in a page of a unicorn themed colouring book with your daughter at the dining room table, both of them completely absorbed in the activity, your sweet girl even sticking out her tongue in concentration.

or at least, she was, before she realised what time it was and scampered of to watch her favourite cartoons new episode that was airing on the TV.

but shoto hasn’t realised. too concentrated on the little unicorn picture he was diligently colouring in, he hadn’t noticed that his little girl had left the table, leaving him colouring in a kids book by himself !!

you held in your giggles at the sight, but honestly more than anything, it warmed your heart. shoto was so clearly and visibly enjoying himself. he was enthralled with the silly little colouring page, the expression on his face was completely contented, the world around him falling away as he focused on the mindless, silly and so sweetly childish activity.

when he finished, all the colour perfectly in the lines, he proudly looked up to show his daughter, confusion very evident on his face when her own littler face wasn’t there looking back at him.

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GAH ADORABLE WHAT

honestly i think everyone of all ages and genders and whatever should pick up a colouring book once in a while and have fun because ITS FUN !!!

Done With Life Or Nah?

Thank you so much for supporting part one. I'm really glad you guys like it a lot. So here's another part for you guys to enjoy

Summary: You're already losing yourself. But what happens if someone you love and you thought cares about you, hurt you? You already feel like ending it all, maybe he could help you. Help you end everything. The pain, the suffering. After all, he didn't really love you right? Or maybe you could start a new life?

Warning: Cursing, Depression, Loosing a limb(it's on part one), angst, suicidal thoughts. (Tell me if I need to add anything else)

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Maybe- "Y/n~" a voice shocks you before you could even use the knife. 'Toga' you thought, putting the knife away 'maybe not today' you quickly made your way to the door. "Yeah? Need something?" You raised an eyebrow at her. Brows furrowed at the way she had her hair down. She grins sheepishly and nodded her head. "You know how Kurogiri went out a couple days ago right?. He wants to meet ya" an awkward silence falls upon both of you. You nodded your head and followed Toga to meet Kurogiri.

"Hello dear. I guess you already know that I ask Toga to bring you here" he questioned which you nodded as an agreement. "Well regarding you um- hands" he stops abruptly and chuckles nervously as he can feel Dabi throwing daggers at him. "Would appreciate it if you stop looking at me like that" he mumbled before continuing "I bought a lil present for you" he brought out a box and put it in front of you. Silently asking you to open it. So you did with a little struggle of course, you only have one perfect hand anyway. Inside you see robotic hands if that even makes sense "I thought it would be great for you. Plus it is also built to handle a quirk so you can still use it with your immobilised hands". He went on nervously but stopped when he saw tears in yours eyes "Why my dear do you not like it? I'm sorry I thought you would like since you know-" he shut his mouth when you made your way towards him and hugged him as tightly as you can "Thank you Kuku you're the best" while wailing in happiness that someone actually thought about you other than Dabi and Toga of course.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see Dabi's soft smiles but it seems like you're not the only one "Someone smiling" Toga yells teasingly "Shut up you psychopath" Dabi rolled his eyes while Toga giggled as a reply. "Awwwww someone getting soft" "I said shut the fuck up"

You can feel the warmth in your chest blooming. This is the feeling that you've been wanting to feel. The feeling of being cared for, appreciated and happy. The suicidal thought is now being pushed at the back of your mind. At the moment, you want to savour the feelings and memories forever. A laugh interrupted from you by watching those two bickering tears of happiness forming in your eyes.

Everyone went quiet for a hot second before they followed you. "There's the laugh I've been waiting for" Dabi mumbled. He's happy for you to finally find a light in your life even if it is the slightest bit of lighting. His eyes snap at the door near the meeting room, he can see the door opened the slightest bit and a bit of blue hair can be seen. He bit his words and let it died in his mouth, not wanting to ruin this mood. After all his favourite girl is finally out of her shell.

As you are retreating to your room, a voice calls out for you "You don't want to try it on?". You turned your back to see Dabi raising his eyebrows while drinking some wine "Didn't know you're a wine man" "There are a lot you don't know about me, princess" he chuckles. "Yeah Y/n try it! I bet it will look so cool! Or ugly. Sorry, my bad!" Twice yell. All of them look so eager to see you try it out. You take a deep breath "Does it need to be charged tho?" You ask Kurogiri. Silent takes over the room before once again the laugh interrupted. "Just imagine it ran out of battery while on the battlefield" spinner snickers. "Stop I can't" you laugh out loud. Even Kurogiri smiles widely at the accusations "Don't worry my dear. It uses batteries, pretty sure it could last almost a year" "That's good to know. I don't know what will happen if what spinner says happened" you giggled. "I'll be there to rescue you princess" Dabi says teasingly makes you roll your eyes "Sure Sure"

Slowly you connect the robotic hand with your left hand. Turn it on and double check to make sure it is on the right way. After a couple minutes, you try to light a fire and it "It works!" Toga exclaims excitedly. "Try to change the colour dear" Mr. Compress asked. You immediately change it to a blur colour almost like Dabi's fire. "I am impressed Kurogiri. I wonder where you got this from" You asked. He smiles in response while giving a sign that it is a secret. "Now we could go on a mission together! Not that I want to. Sorry!" Twice smiles. You nod while smiling brightly.

"Now who wants some food?"

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It is almost midnight when you sit on the rail on the rooftop. Breathing and taking in the beautiful scenery of Japan. You can't help but think about Dabi. The way he is always taking care of you. The way it treats you like you're the most fragile thing in the world. So soft and passionate. You smile while looking at the sky. Your body shivers by the cold breeze that hits your bare skin. The more you think about him. The more you feel like he's something to you. What are these feelings? Adoration? Love? Friends? Respect? You shook your head to clear up your mind.

You close your eyes, breathing in the fresh air. You barely notice the sounds of the door opening and the sound of heavy footsteps running towards you before all of the sudden you are being pulled back into a warm embrace. Snapping you out of your trance "What the fuck, Princess? Trying to get yourself killed?!" He yelled and you immediately recognised his voice,Dabi. "Woah there. A little warning next time perhaps-?" "Warning?! You are the one that needs to warn me!" "What? I did nothing!" "Yeah? Almost giving me a heart attack by sitting on the rail?" "You do it all the time, Dabi" you rolled your eyes, getting annoyed at this one fine hypocrite of a man. "That's a different story" "Same" "Different" "SAME" "Alright princess you win this time. Next time it's mine". You laughed happily at your win. He smiled obviously glad to see you all smiling again.

"You okay?" Dabi asked. You sighed "Just thinking about it" you replied, snuggling more into his warmth and he let you. "You shouldn't. Just forget about it. Continue with your life" "I couldn't help but think if I could have done it differently you know like" you stop abruptly noticing the side eyes he is giving you. "What?" "I'd rather have you all to myself princess " you blush at his response. Butterfly dancing in your stomach. "Dabi-" "Touya" you looked at him confused, a frown clearly on your face.

Straining your neck in the process. "It's, it's my name princess" he looked away face red. You frown gradually turning into a grin. "Touya?" You tested the name on your tongue. A shiver went through him at the sounds of his name. It's been such a long time since someone said it. "What's the occasion?" "Just making you as a special someone" You turned around so quick to look at him. "Dabi- Touya? What?" "So what's the answer princess?" Your heart beats for him and only for him. "Are you joking around?" There were tears in your eyes threatening to fall down. "No I'm not".

You smile at him, putting your face closer. When your lips meet and he's kissing you softly like he scares you're going to break. Both of you pull away for air "Does that answer it?" You giggle. "Hmmm I don't know. Maybe you need to try again" he smiled softly. His nose is touching yours as he watches you laugh. "That's not good. I need to show you more"

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Thank you so much for reading this🥰 I really hope you like it. I'm sorry for the late update. Life has been hectic recently. I'm not sure if I can accept some request but I'll find time to do it if you do Requests. This is basically the happy ending but if you want more extending one be sure to let me know. I'm working on the sad one so please do wait for that one. Love you guys ❣️

Update:-

I'll update the story "Done with life or nah" when I have time. I was only thinking about doing a short ending but then my brain exploded and I kept on going until it- more than I expected. I'll be updating the good ending first because my brain is focused on that one. Not sure when but sorry for the late update in advance. Thank you for the support ✨

In case any of you haven't read it yet, I'll link it here❣️

Done with life or nah?

Summary: You're already losing yourself. But what happens if someone you love and you thought cares about you, hurt you? You already feel like ending it all, maybe he could help you. Help you end everything. The pain, the suffering. After all, he didn't really love you right? Or maybe you could start a new life?

Warning: Cursing, Depression, Loosing a limb(read to find out who), angst, (not sure how I am supposed to note these but feel free to help me!)

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You lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, deep in your mind. The usual thinking about your life decisions. This has become a routine for you every night. `Was it worth it anymore?' `Am I really useless?'. Lifting yourself up, you make your way to the bathroom. Your hands push the door weakly. You stand in front of the sink, sighing after catching a glimpse of your miserable face, you turn your head down to look at your feet 'I hate myself'. Quickly your right hand opens the cabinet under the sink, hand clumsily searching for something. Finally found it, you take a look at the knife. A knife that Toga gave to you as a present for your birthday. The perfect knife for killing people, most importantly killing yourself. You lost in your mind again, thinking if you really should do this, if you should just end it all. Often you see yourself as a burden, as someone who holds the LOV back. Maybe if you weren't there, they would be happy. After all, who would want someone as worthless and useless as you are. "Who would want someone like me?" You repeated. Yeah maybe he is right. Slowly you lift up your left arm, you stare at it sadly while also feeling the anger rising up. Tears threaten to fall. From the wrist up, your hand is completely gone. 'Yeah he's right" you smile sadly while holding back tears.

The members noticed the change of your behaviour. The girl that used to smile a lot, making jokes to cheer them up, playful but at the same time serious is now gone. All that is left is a girl that is desperately trying to survive. But again they decided to not say anything. They already have a hunch of what happened that may be causing it.

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You just got back from your patrol. You know just the usual making sure there aren't any heroes out there that might already catch a smell of the base or else you all need to hide elsewhere. Feeling extremely tired you're hoping you would get some rest instead of comforting your boyfriend, Shigaraki, for the hundreds of times. Now don't get you wrong, you love him for all your life and would sacrifice yourself for him but recently things haven't been the best. You pushed the door to your shared bedroom, sighing to yourself miserably when you caught a pile of dust laying on the floor. Looks like the world will turn against you today too. `There goes another one'. It seems like another mission has gone wrong. You make your way to the corner of the room, having noticed your boyfriend scratching himself at the corner. You cringed at the blood on his body. "Babe? What happened?" You kneeled down in front of him. "Nothing, go away"

You sighed already knowing that this might take a while before you get the rest you needed. "Come on, Shiggy. I know something went wrong. Di-Did a mission failed again?", you tested your luck but when red eyes instantly snap towards your direction, you know you fucked up. "What do you mean by again?" he spats the words while glaring at you. "Do you really think I'm that worthless like you? I'm better than you, you stupid bitch!", You flinch. Trying not to make it worse, you try to explain yourself "No! I mean-" "LISTEN HERE YOU PIECE OF SHIT. YOU'RE ONLY HERE BECAUSE I WANT YOU TOO. I COULD JUST KILL YOU INSTANTLY WITH HOW USELESS YOU'RE TO ME NOW. HOW USELESS YOU'RE BACK THEN"

"Someone who couldn't even save their own family when they are right there" He knows he is being irrational when you only want to help him but he couldn't help but push on one of your nerves.

Now the word keeps on ringing in your head. You smile to yourself remembering the accident 10 years ago when you can't even save your own family from the fire that happened because your brother couldn't contain himself when he discovered his quirk. The only reason you can't save them is because you have the same quirk. You can't fight fire with fire. It's only going to make it worsen, so you just watch as everything goes downhill. Watching with your own eyes, your own family burned alive or so that's what you told them. But little do they know, you didn't even want to save them, not at all.

"Fine. Do whatever suits you. I'm tired", You ended the fight right there and then. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" He spat out, standing up. Immediately you back away, giving him space. "It's not like I can help you since you won't tell me anything at all" you turn around. "You? Help me? Some weaklings can't possibly think they can help someone as good as a god like me." He smirk. You smile despite the ache in your heart.

"You don't even have a good quirk"

Now that's got your attention. "Excuse me?" You turned your body toward him, feeling deeply offended and hurt. Your quirk isn't "weak" or special. But it's pretty strong. It's a fire quirk that is almost the same as Dabi but the difference is you can change the colour to any colours you want, so it's easier for you to blame the fire to anyone else since you don't have a permanent colour while Dabi's fire is a beautiful and fascinating blue. It always gets you off guard every time he uses it. Even you can't copy the colour perfectly.

"What the fuck did you just say?" You glared at him, extremely pissed off. "I said your quirk isn't that great" he smugly said. "I mean take a look at your own quirk Shigaraki. It's not that special either. Not to forget what it did to your own family" You slam a hand on your mouth. You went too far and you didn't mean to. Shigaraki eyes went wide open and he's fuming with anger. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to go that far!" "FUCK YOU" You hear footsteps outside the room. The others must have heard you guys fighting for a while now. "Fuck babe. I'm sorry I didn't mean to!" "DON'T FUCKING CALL ME THAT"

When both of his hands started to reach out for you, you immediately backed off. "SHIGARAKI PLEASE!" You pulled your hands away from him and tried to turn around when you heard the door open. When you feel pain shooting down your left arm and you're screaming bloody murder. The pains are shooting all over your body causing you to scream in agony. You feel someone pulled you away and brought you to the bar outside. They quickly cut your left hand's wrist to avoid it spreading. "Take a deep breath. It'll be okay" You hear Toga said after calming down. You cringe at the pain you feel in your left arm. "Here take this" Dabi placed pain killers in front of you. Without hesitating you just gulp down the pain killers, just wanting the pain to go away. "You okay?" Dabi asked. "Okay? OKAY?! WHAT THE FUCK DABI?! I JUST LOST MY FUCKING LEFT HAND! I'M NOT FUCKING OKAY" You cried but when you feel Dabi hugged you. You feel guilty for screaming at him when all his done is just helping you. "'m sorry. Scared" he nodded. "It's okay. It'll be okay. I'm here for you. We're here for you" he calmed you down. After a while, your crying slows down to hiccup.

"Y/N........." Dabi feels you tense up when you hear Shigaraki's voice. "Baby? Please I'm sorry" you don't reply to him. You heard his footsteps coming closer, making you hug Dabi even tighter. You feel Dabi lifting you up "Oi Oi Oi Back off" Dabi back away with you in his arm, clenching his teeth. He can't help but feel the hatred growing in his chest after seeing Shigaraki use his quirk on you causing you to lose your arm. "Dabi. 'm scared" you whimpered. "Shhh Shhh. It's okay. I won't let him come near you" he promised, bouncing you up and down still trying to calm you down. Even he himself feels irritated with Shigaraki.

Toga's hiding you and Dabi from Shigaraki sight. The others are ready to prevent you from hurting more than you already are. They all have a soft spot for you but won't admit it. "P-please" he begged them, eyes burning with tears that were leaking. But to his disappointment, none of them moved from their spot and he knew he couldn't even begin to convince them to let him see you. For him to possibly apologize even if you won't accept it, the least he could do is try. A couple minutes pass that feels like hours, you finally whimper from holding the pain due to the room getting so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Eyes snaps to you, Dabi clears his throat sending a glare in Shigaraki's way "I'll end you if I have to" and immediately retreats to his room. For a second you thought that he's bringing you back to your own room so you clutch your hands on his jacket and quietly whispers "'m don't wanna go back Dabs". "I know I know. I'll never bring you back in there even if you want to" he shushed you. He opens his door and closes in on his back making his way towards his bed. "Sorry my room might not be as nice as yours. There's only one bed so I hope you won't mind my body as a company" he chuckled making you smile a lil. A proud feeling is booming in his chest seeing that he makes you smile. "There's the sweet smile I have been missing"

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And ever since you've been sleeping in Dabi's room. Shigaraki tried talking to you a ~couple~ hundreds of times but you never glance his way to even notice him. Slowly but surely he has given up his hopes and instead tries to send you notes at least once a day to let you know that he's sorry. But it got burned by Dabi before it can reach you. And that makes you feel a lot more better at the thought of someone protecting you from danger.

Your eyes burned with tears at the memory, shaking your heads hoping that it'll go away. You sighed miserably while still looking at the knife. Should you?

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Maybe a part 2 if you guys want? This is my first post so please ignore the mistakes (tell me). I'm not really a writer and English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy it. There are two possible endings maybe shorts one but we'll see.

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Longing

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Yandere! Izuku Midoriya x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Somewhat suggestive themes.

Summary: After keeping your feelings quiet for so long for the sake of others, a breaking point is finally found.

W/C: 2.1k+

“The thing is, recently, my heart’s been all stirred up about something.” You hear an all too familiar voice say as you exit the kitchen with your bottle of water in hand. “It’s love!” Another of your classmates yells, having you stopping in your tracks with your eyes setting on the sight taking place in the living room of the dorms. “WHAT DID YOU SAY?! GLOVE?! SHOVE?! DOVE?! I’VE NEVER SEEN ONE, WHAT’S THAT?!” Uraraka shouts while waving her hands frantically.

“Who is it? Midoriya or Iida? You’re always hanging out with those two boys.” Mina continues to press all while you clench your teeth. “You’ve got it all wrong!” Uraraka denies while covering her face with her hands, resulting in her accidentally activating her quirk on herself and floating to the ceiling with what little of her cheeks she’s unable to cover being overly red, the sight having you knitting your brows in frustration.

This isn’t the first time her crush on Izuku was called out, nor is it the first time that you’re forced to swallow your words, having them burning at your throat like bile threatening to rise. You can’t even recall the last time you actually felt comfortable in your group of so called friends, having been put through too many conversations encouraging Uraraka with her crush on the sunshine classmate yet none to you.

They’ve all been too busy lending their support to her crush that she’s not even willing to admit yet is still willing to get possessive and jealous over, too busy to notice you looking at him similarly, too busy to notice that you were the first one to actually like him and get close to him. But it doesn’t matter that you’ve liked him for longer, because they’ve only known of Uraraka’s crush on Izuku, so if you were to say anything of your own crush of him…

So instead, you’re stuck unable to act on your feelings for him as to not have your ‘friends’ glare daggers at you, and have to leave it to someone who doesn’t even have the guts to admit her crush to her friends, let alone to the one she likes. You grip the bottle in your shaky hand and walk to the entrance of the dorms, wanting to leave the building for some fresh air instead. After shutting the door behind you, your ears fill with the sound of crickets instead, soon followed by a long sigh slowly leaving your mouth.

You move to sit at the steps that lead to the entrance while you unscrew the cap of the bottle, bringing it to your parted lips just as you’re about to sit only to once again stop in your tracks. “That’s not it, Iida looked different; bent his back I think. He’s so flexible, I can see his shape in my head…” Your eyes trail to Izuku on his knees bent over some of his notes and take notice of the thin layer of sweat coating him, no doubt having been practicing his moves.

“Hey.” You call out to him with your arm stretched towards him, offering him your water. His face immediately brightens from the neutral expression as soon as he sees you and stands on his feet to rush over to you and take the bottle. “Thank you so much.” He smiles at you with rosy cheeks, probably from the workout, and then downing almost the entire bottle, unknowingly giving you a show in a perfect side angle of his adam’s apple smoothly bobbing up and down.

Izuku finally brings the bottle back down and takes in a deep breath followed by a small awkward chuckle at how you just witnessed him almost choking by depriving himself of air in favor of water. “Sorry about that.” He apologizes with his blush deepening a few shades. “It’s okay, don’t-” You clear your throat. “Don’t worry about it.” You assure, averting your eyes to try and compose yourself after the front row seat of the show he just gave you.

“Oh, are you thirsty? There’s still some left.” He offers you back the bottle with innocent eyes, the blush on his cheeks fading away. “No- it’s okay, I just… thought you were thirsty, so I gave you the water.” You wave your hand dismissively. “It was… yours?” He asks. “Yea- don’t think about it too hard, I can just go get another one.” You try to assure him with a smile, starting to turn around. “No!” He blurts out, startling you.

“I mean, this was your bottle first and there’s still some left.” He looks away almost shyly while offering you back the bottle with about a quarter of water left as his cheeks start to feel warm again. You stare at the bottle briefly and look back at Izuku and take in his nervous form, seeing how he averts his eyes with pink cheeks, fiddles with his shirt with his empty hand and ever so slightly traces his shoe along the ground and suddenly, something buried deep beneath you finally takes hold.

You grab the bottle with confidence, something that has Izuku looking at you again, and bring it to your lips, tilting your head back with the same side angle he gave you and stare him down for a few seconds as you drink the water before closing your eyes and drinking the last of the water, taking in the taste of the last thing he ate, the piece of mint chocolate he had after dinner; the same mint he’s been having every day for the past few days now leaving a fresh taste on your tongue.

Finally, you bring the bottle back down and forward it to him with your face in a neutral expression aside from the way one of your brows is lightly raised with the corner of your lips ever so slightly turned upwards as if daring him to take it back. Izuku looks at you with his eyes faintly widened, a look in the emerald irises that you can’t quite recognize. “Do you…” He pauses in a low voice that contrasts his usually higher-pitched and softer voice.

“Want to… drink more water?” He suggests, his voice remaining low in an alluring tone, his half-lidded eyes staring deeply into yours, and if it weren’t for how warm you felt inside, you’d find his supposed double-meaning line funny rather than arousing. “Yeah…” The word leaves you in a breathy manner. “Wait, you have some…” His hand slowly reaches forward and holds the side of your face, his thumb touching the corner of your lips and smearing a drop of water along your skin before wiping it off.

He leaves his hand on your cheek and then slowly brings his other one to your other cheek, holding your face gently in his rough hands without breaking his gaze from you. “Don’t move.” He whispers, his face closing in on yours. You stare back at his eyes which seem darker than usual and let him lean in closer until his nose touches yours, your eyes barely open, and until he pulls you in with his hands to press his lips deeply into yours.

You breathe out a startled gasp at what you thought would be a soft gentle kiss instead being a deep one filled with an underlying passion heavier than you initially thought. While Izuku’s eyes easily fall shut into the kiss, yours get blown wide open at the unexpected roughness of the kiss, one of your hands reaching to the front of his shoulder to push lightly away only for one of his hands to immediately leave your face and grip at your wrist firmly, keeping you from pushing him away.

As if understanding the reason behind your startled reaction, he slows down the kiss but remains on the same level of passion as he continues to press his lips as deeply into yours, only slowing his movements enough for you to keep up. The slower pace helps lull you to a sense of comfort and eases you enough to have your eyes fluttering shut and start to move your lips along his, your softer movements contrasting his rougher ones, his own seeming almost desperate.

The hand holding at your wrist loosens its grip and slowly drags yours up to his face with you starting to catch up to his pace, your other hand rushing to wrap your arm around the expanse of his shoulders and pull him deeper in the kiss with your hand on the side of his jaw. Instinctively, his own hands waste no time rearranging themselves with one setting at the back of your head and his other arm wrapping around you, forearm pressed along the length of your back with his hand pressed against your upper back.

While he pulls your entire body into his, he fails to fight the urge to grip the back of your shirt in his rough hand, desperately wanting to feel the skin hiding beneath the cloth. As your lips continue to mesh together, you return the same desperate feeling by gripping at the back of his shoulder, feeling the strong muscles under the shirt urging you to further explore him.

You give in to the temptation and let your hand travel back along his shoulders, the back of his neck, and then over his front as you kiss, at this point both of you are breathing heavily into the kiss against each other, not wanting to break apart even to steady your breaths. With your hand pressed on his chest, feeling the muscle hiding under his shirt, the warmth in his chest reaches a scalding temperature that spreads throughout his body until it grows too scorching to handle.

The hand on your back leaves to your arm that keeps your hand pressed on his chest, pleased to feel your body remaining close to his of its own free will. You feel his hand give your arm a small squeeze before releasing it and following its length with his fingers just barely brushing along your skin, the feather-light grazing giving you goosebumps until his hand reaches your wrist once again, taking hold of it much more gently than last time in a silent cue to signal your departure.

Izuku finally breaks the kiss with a moan and pulls back, only enough to still have his lips skimming against yours as you rest your foreheads against each other. Your eyes open to gaze into one another briefly before closing again, instead focusing on catching your breaths, feeling your hot breaths colliding in small pants with his thumb tracing small patterns along the underside of your wrist, tenderly pressing over your fast pulse and giving a reassuring squeeze as if to help gently bring you back down from the kiss.

Your eyes part open to find his own already staring at you with half-lidded eyes and seeing someone other than the shy skittish boy you’d grown used to seeing, instead, seeing a confident young man staring back at you. “Where did you learn how to kiss like that?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper to which he lets out a small breathy chuckle. “You know me… I just study a lot.” He smiles, the dark look in his eyes having faded away to a more tender one.

You smile at him in amusement with an airy chuckle of your own leaving you, not knowing if to assume him having read up on how to kiss or having seen others do so. “I haven’t kissed anyone else, if that’s what you're wondering…” He says in a somewhat hopeful manner, unbeknownst to you how he hoped you having wanted to be his first kiss, and how he hopes to have been your first as well. “I…” You speak while pulling away enough to look at him properly, the smile on your face suddenly fading away.

Izuku’s smile falters after yours, taking in your line of sight set on something off to the side behind him and turning around to follow it, his eyes falling on the group of girls staring through the window with horror in their eyes as if offended at what just took place. His gaze shifts over to Mina holding a teary Uraraka and the way he feels you rip away from his hands pulls him back to reality.

Turning back around to you, he barely has time to register you running away from him. “No! Wait!” He shouts for you, voice back in his higher pitched tone and arms instinctively reaching out for you, seeing you disappear in the trees that surround the dorms, his body freezing in place with his arms staying open for you. “Please.” He utters, his vision starting to water with his hand trembling.

“Don’t leave me.”

The Outbreak.

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Male Reader Version

Katsuki Bakugou x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Apocalypse AU, non-quirks AU, blood, death, attempted non-con.

Summary: You stand in the middle of school with your boyfriend leaving sick only for a much more serious disease to appear while he's gone.

W/C: 1.5k+

You stand in place listening to the school announcements in silence with the rest of the classes lined perfectly outside and give a small glance to your blonde boyfriend a few feet away from you, noticing something odd in his behavior. He seems to be having trouble standing straight, lightly swaying in circles and hunched over holding his head low, which is unusual for someone with their pride and ego the size of an elephant.

You see him walk over to your teacher and say something before leaving towards the inside of the school building, walking beside you in the process and worrying you even more. You look back forward again and wait for the announcements to finish, standing quietly in place. Suddenly, you hear loud gasps and look over to see that a student fainted, the announcements immediately stopping with the class teacher taking a closer look.

Another set of gasps filling your ears has you turning your head in the direction to see yet another student passed out, another one following suit having the other students panicking. With more students and even teachers falling over, the panic only worsens, the speakers trying to keep everyone calm. A loud piercing scream is heard next with everybody’s heads turning in the direction to see that one of the passed out people woke up and is now biting at the neck of said screaming person.

More screams are heard at the sight of the blood gushing out like a fountain with a teacher trying to pull away the student only to get chunks bitten out herself. “HELP! HELP ME!” Someone shouts, having someone else on top of them as well. You look around and see multiple people running away, some being chased down and eaten alive all while screaming for help, giant puddles of blood starting to form.

Your mind quickly drifts to Bakugou and you look back to the school where most are running to, no doubt soon to be filled with the man-eating creatures, and before you can tell yourself otherwise, you’re running out the school with horrid screeching and screaming noises following behind you. You run as fast as your legs can carry you while trying to block the desperate voices of people screaming for help, guilt eating at your chest and hoping that just maybe Bakugou could make it out.

Barely slowing down, you take in the sight of the large tall building coming in sight and quickly make the decision to hide in the abandoned mental hospital that always seemed awfully close to the school. You rush in and slam the double doors shut, locking them with the surface door bolts at the top and stepping aside to hide behind a thick concrete column, peeking from behind them at the glass of the doors that serve as the only light source.

You watch with shaking hands as people run by in front of the building, trying to outrun the blood-covered shrieking people, some failing and being caught. You flinch back when someone slams into the door and desperately tries to pull the door open, hiding further behind the column and seeing the young man desperately trying to get in. “Let me in! Please let me in! I know you’re in there! I just saw you go in!” He shouts.

You quietly step away and hold your ears in attempt to block out his shouts for help, knowing that if you open the door, he might not be the only one to come in, or maybe not the only sane one. “I’ll break the glass!” Your eyes widen at his words. “You hear me! Let me in or I’ll break the glass!” He repeats and you peek back around the corner before quickly going to the doors and unlocking one of them to let him in, slamming the door back shut and locking it.

You both step back but it’s not long before he grabs the rusted old metal tables and pulls them towards the doors, barricading them with you soon following after, grabbing some chairs and helping him block the entry, leaving you in an almost pitch-black darkness, just barely being able to see. You finally move away from the doors once again and turn around only to freeze stiff, managing to make out the sight of a gun being pointed at you.

“You know how this goes, move.” He directs you by pointing his gun to the wall on your right before aiming back at you. You slowly bring your hands up and carefully move to your right and away from the door, stopping in an open doorway leading to a hall further into the hospital. “Why are you doing this? I helped you.” You quietly say, your voice barely audible through the screams and horrid sounds of the flesh-eating creatures outside.

“You talk like you weren’t just gonna leave me to die.” You hear the smile in his voice, feeling his piercing gaze on you. “… Take your clothes off.” He breaks the small pause. “… What?” You start to panic. “NOW!” His shout makes you flinch. Your shaky hands grab at the blazer of your uniform and slowly take it off, hearing the low pat of it landing on the floor. “Slower.” He whispers in a seductive tone that only makes tears start to fall from your eyes.

You bite your lip to keep yourself quiet and slowly unbutton your dress shirt until it’s falling to the floor with your blazer, leaving your top half only covered by your bra. “Keep going.” He eggs on. A shaky breath escapes you as you grab your skirt and push it off, stepping out of the skirt and shoes in the process. “Good…” He continues to speak in a low voice, letting you hear a barely audible noise coming from behind you.

You turn your head around and stare intently, waiting for a few seconds and managing to see something sprint from one side of the end of the hall to the other. You go to take off and run away from the doorway but stop at the man shouting at you with his gun following you closely. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” He sternly asks. “Please, there’s something behind me.” You beg. “You really think I’m gonna fall for that?” You barely even register his words, noticing something slowly approaching from behind him.

Bakugou.

He made it out. And he must’ve gotten in through the side entrance. “Please, just let me move away, I’m begging you.” You keep the older male’s attention on you while Bakugou quietly sneaks in closer. “Keep undressing.” The man urges but you look behind you instead, seeing the silhouette of the creature once again run from one side to the other but now much closer than before, the poor lighting as well as you standing in the way keeping the man from seeing.

You duck away to the side just when the horrid creature crosses the doorway with an ear-piercing shriek, barely dodging it in time for it to instead lunge at the man who kills it with a single bullet with ease. As soon as the monster falls, Bakugou’s quick to act and finally reaches him, grabbing his face from behind and without hesitation, shoving his fingers in his eyes, hearing him instantly scream and drop the gun in pain.

He shoves the man to the floor, grabs the gun and opts for repeatedly smashing the bottom of the grip against his bleeding face, knowing he could need the bullets for later. You squeeze your eyes shut and cover your ears in attempt to drown out the noise of Bakugou smashing his face in, only stopping once his screams of agony have stopped. You slowly uncover your ears and only hear the sound of him panting, deciding to open your eyes and look over at him with tears still running down your cheeks.

As soon as he hears you sniffle, he looks over at you and moves away from the corpse to embrace you in a hug, keeping the gun in his hand. “It’s okay, you’re fine now.” He consoles. “Are you okay?” You sob while his hand rubs at your shoulder before pulling your head away from his neck so he can see you in the poor lighting of the building, remembering how he seemed sick at the school announcements.

“Don’t worry about me, it was just a stomach bug. It isn’t easy to spill your guts out while you hear people screaming, but I’m okay.” He assures, holding your face and staring into your hopeless empty eyes. “My girl… My smart girl, I knew you’d hide here.” He brushes your tears away with a warm smile, trying to cheer you up if only a little.

“I’m so proud of you.” He praises while stroking your cheek, knowing it must’ve been hard for you to make it out of the school only to end up with some idiot trying to take advantage of you. “I promise you, we’re gonna make it.” He plants a soft kiss on your lips and holds you in his arms, hoping that you would make it.

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Yandere! Eijirou Kirishima x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Non-Con, yandere themes, mentioned kidnapping, sexual themes, smut, penetrative sex, somnophilia, exhibitionism.

Summary: Request:

Hey do you think you can write about kirishima and his darling from bitter work? I’m curious about them

W/C: 800+

A/N: Made this a self-insert for readers despite it being a spin-off.

You keep your hand over your mouth to continue to suppress your noises. This wasn’t the first time and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, you weren’t even sure what to feel anymore. Ever since the first time Kirishima forced himself on you, you would always freeze stiff in fear, he kidnapped you and ranks quite high within the pro heroes, you didn’t know what he was capable of, so you simply settled for not doing anything.

Your silence and lack of movement convinced him that you were simply shy in sexual situations, as well as nearly everything else given how little you spoke. The first few times, your mind was too filled with fear and anger at feeling so vulnerable and unable to do anything, because in truth, what could you do? The fear occupied your mind enough to keep you from feeling anything, but as time progressed and he continued to have the same sexual activities with you, you slowly started to grow accustomed to them.

After a while, there was always some reassurance that he never hurt you with anything other than penetration, never hit you, grabbed onto you too hard or verbally abused you. As the fear of your pain increasing dissipated, you were left with nothing to distract you from his movements against your body as well as being unable to deny yourself that he knew what he was doing, he knew exactly how to treat your body to give you immense pleasure. Pleasure that you didn’t want.

A tear manages to leak through your squeezed-shut eyes as you remain on your side, facing toward the blank tv with Kirishima behind you, spooning you with an arm over your waist to keep you against him while thrusting into you at a steady pace on the living room couch. Your eyes roll to the back of your head with your lips parting to let out a muted moan at the next orgasm he forces out of you, your body finding undeniable pleasure in him.

Following your release, you hear the familiar groan coming from behind you before feeling your insides quickly flood in his thick cum as his body relaxes against your trembling frame. You feel him smile as he traces kisses along your shoulder up the side of your neck with your eyes squeezing tighter. “You serious? I sleep on that couch.” You hear another thick voice speak, having your eyes widen.

“Sorry Bakugou, we didn’t make it to the bed.” Your kidnapper apologizes without looking at him or even growing concerned enough to cover your naked body, continuing to smile against your skin instead. Bakugou grunts in return and leaves to his room upstairs, wanting to rest after his hero work, ignoring the look of terror in your eyes.

~.~

“I’ll be home soon, okay?” Kirishima assures, cupping your face in his hands while you stare down with slightly wide eyes, always stuck in between your fight or flight instinct whenever he touched you. He moves to press a kiss to your lips to which you subconsciously move back from where you’re standing with him at the doorway. “Aw, there’s no need to be shy.” He looks at you lovingly, obvious to your true feelings.

“They’re not shy, dumbass.” Bakugou says from his spot on the same couch you fucked in earlier without taking his eyes off from his phone, being aware of Kirishima's delusional personality. “What are you talking about?” Kirishima innocently asks after a questioning hum. “Just go to work!” He nearly shouts, still refusing to remove his eyes from the screen. “I love you.” Kirishima’s lips successfully capture yours in his, saying his last goodbye’s before finally leaving for his night shift.

You slowly turn to look through your peripherals and see Bakugou staring longingly at the picture of someone you don’t recognize. The almost sad look on his face quickly disappears with him looking over at you with a scowl, making you quickly look back down and rush up the stairs to your ‘room’.

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After hours of trying to fall asleep, you finally feel your eyes starting to give up on you, feeling half asleep how your body is succumbing to exhaustion despite the fear of your captor’s roommate. You miss the sound of the door opening followed by the quiet footsteps towards the large bed where you lay, a few silent thumps of clothes falling on the floor before the feeling of the space behind you dipping completely wakes you.

A pair of soft lips press behind your ear in a kiss with a familiar set of razor sharp teeth gently biting after, a tongue running over the skin while you take notice of the grinding of the stiff length between your ass cheeks, the tip managing to slip under your shirt to drip its precum on your lower back, warning you of a long night.

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Yandere! Katsuki Bakugou x GN! Reader, light Izuku Midoriya x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, obsession, murder, kidnapping, physical abuse, sexual acts, male masturbation, handjob.

Summary: Bakugou waits for the right moment to finally take you, and he's not letting his opportunity pass, no matter what.

WC: 1.6k+

A/N: I literally dreamt about this, that's it, that's how I came up with it :l .

“Ah, fuck.” Bakugou moans, throwing his head back while feeling more precum leaking his tip, getting dangerously close to his high. “I’m gonna cum.” He warns. He fucks up into his fist harder with you on his mind, the simple thought of you cumming around him tipping him over the edge and getting him to shoot thick streams of cum through his tip, painting trails of white on his bare chest and stomach as he lets out light pants, opening his eyes to be brought to the harsh reality of being alone, or not entirely.

“Woah, it’s been a while since you’ve cummed that much, when was the last time you jacked off man?” Kirishima asks, having him looking behind him over the couch from the living room to see his roommate setting down some groceries in the kitchen. “Doesn’t matter.” Bakugou brushes off, thinking about how engrossed he had been into masturbating that he didn’t hear him come into the house. It’s all your fault, sucking him off in his dreams the previous night only to then leave him blue-balled.

“… Well, how’d they behave?” Kirishima hands Bakugou some napkins and he instantly knows he’s talking about his own sick obsession. “You know they don’t leave their room when it’s just me, they fuckin’ hate me.” He takes the napkins to clean himself off. “They’re just scared of you, and they’re supposed to like me anyway.” Kirishima casually puts stuff away in the cabinets. “… You know, you should really tell them how you feel.” He adds.

“… You know they’re with fuckin’ Deku.” Bakugou reminds. “That doesn’t mean you can’t take them away.” Kirishima suggests. “You know I can’t.” Bakugou raises his voice in frustration. It’s been torture for him to have to sit by and watch as you dated Deku, kissed him, called him your fiancee, and eventually, your husband. If only Deku didn’t have that stupidly strong quirk, Bakugou would’ve already killed him and taken you away, then again; he loves you too much to cause too much of a stir to you.

Instead of having you in bed with him every night, pounding you in the mattress, calling you his, he’s stuck with his roommate who ended up kidnapping his own obsession and asking him to watch over them whenever he leaves to do anything. He doesn’t really have anything better to do, they take turns doing hero work, and to keep himself from getting bored off duty, he keeps himself occupied with his friend’s ‘Darling’.

With things such as those happening, he wasn’t surprised when all modesty was thrown out the window. Kirishima doesn’t mind one bit when Bakugou jerks off or longingly stares at one of your pictures where ever he wants, after all; it is his house as well and he’s been a great friend keeping an eye on his soon-to-be-willing partner. But as time passes, the worst thing that could happen to humanity, and you, takes place.

The number one pro hero; symbol of peace, has died.

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Nearly everyone has left, you’re the only one still standing at his tomb, understandably, you can’t bring yourself to leave. One by one, the few people left approach you to offer their condolences one last time before leaving while Bakugou stays behind, waiting patiently to have you all alone. Waiting… waiting… that’s all he’s had to do since the moment he met you, but things are different now, Deku’s finally out of the picture, and waiting should only be a few minutes compared to the years he’s had to wait.

Finally, the last person leaves and Bakugou’s left alone with you, it was finally time, after all those years; he’s going to start making ties with you, and what better moment to approach you than in a vulnerable state? With the two of you left alone, the sun setting down to leave you in darkness, he walks towards you, stopping behind you.

You can’t bring yourself to care when a pair of hands place themselves on your shoulders, rubbing soft circles on them. “You should sit.” He suggests, waiting for a response that never comes. He gently pulls you away from the tomb and slowly walks you to the nearest bench with an arm around your shoulders to guide you, turning around to give one last dirty look at his dead rival. You stumble upon reaching the bench, Bakugou holding you up and sitting you down, crouching down in front of you.

You cover your face with a hand and start sobbing into it, finally letting the tears flow while your other hand grips tightly the bench under you. You bend over to bury your face in your knees, gripping your hair tightly as you cry louder with Bakugou drawing circles on your back, but despite the ache he feels in his chest at seeing you in pain, he finds that he doesn’t regret one bit having done what he did.

He waits patiently for what feels like an hour, having sat on the cold ground while trying to soothe you, rubbing your shoulder, your back when you entered a coughing fit from crying too much, until you calmed down. After you’re done crying, you keep your face buried in your knees for a while longer, trying to find the courage to face whoever consoled you. A few minutes pass and you decide to finally move up to sit straight, wiping your face with a hand.

Bakugou hands you a wipe and you take it without looking at him, feeling a hand place itself on your knee this time, continuing to rub soothing circles. Once you’re done cleaning yourself, you look at him to see who it is, being met with soft eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I-” “Don’t apologize.” He interrupts and you stay quiet with your head hung low. He softly takes your hands in his, gently running a hand up and down your wrist to test the waters, getting you to confuse his actions for sympathy.

“Please sit.” You ask and he complies, sitting next to you with his hands quickly itching to return to yours. “I’m sorry you had to see me like that.” You apologize again. “It’s fine.” He assures. “I’m glad you came.” You break the short silence. “I wasn’t sure you’d be here since you’ve never really been on good terms with Deku.” You admit. “I’m not that bad.” He lies. “… I remember when we were still back at UA,” You start speaking and he resists the urge to roll his eyes, sure that it would be a story about Deku.

“The first time I saw you, I…” You capture his attention, getting him to look away from the ground and towards you. “You always seemed so intimidating to me, I never really grew the courage to tell you anything, and by the time I was, Deku was already asking to go out with me. I really liked you back then.” You keep your eyes glued to the ground, missing the way his eyes widen. “Why didn’t you say anything?” He asks.

“I didn’t think you liked me back. So I gave it a try with Deku, and it just worked out, I ended up falling pretty hard for him.” You smile to yourself at the memories of him. “Why are you telling me this now?” He asks. “Because there were so many things I wanted to tell Deku, and now I can’t. I wanted to have kids with him, I wanted to have a family with him, I just wanted to tell you.” Your smile disappears with more tears leaving you.

Bakugou grips his pants in his hands in frustration, thinking about how all of this could’ve been avoided if he had just said something. It’s his fault you ended up with Deku, he should’ve just opened his mouth, taken you himself, but he didn’t. His hands relax and he takes notice of the cards in his favor, if you liked him, then he can get you to like him again. He’s so close, he can finally have you, he just needs to play his cards right.

“If you don’t want to be alone right now, I could crash in your couch, or we can stay a while longer.” He suggests. “No, that’s okay, thank you for keeping me company.” You smile to yourself at how nice he’s being. “What are you gonna do now?” He asks. “… I think I’m gonna move away, I don’t want to be here anymore.” You answer. “… What?” You hear his voice drop a little lower.

“I don’t want to be in the country anymore.” You repeat. “Are you serious?” He slowly stands up, moving to stand in front of you, facing down, having you feel uneasy despite the darkness of the night covering his face. “Are… are you okay?” You ask, confused as to why you feel a nagging in the back of your head telling you to run. He lifts his head for you to see the look of rage in his face, teeth gritted and brows furrowed deeply before he yanks at your wrist.

“Five years, FIVE YEARS I WAITED FOR YOU AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO TO ME?! I DIDN’T KILL DEKU FOR NOTHING! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE MINE!” He shouts with a tight burning grip on your wrist, confusing you with his words. “I WAS NICE ENOUGH TO KILL DEKU WHEN YOU WEREN’T LOOKING! AND FOR WHAT?! YOU UNGRATEFUL BITCH!” He continues to shout. “Get off of me!” You cry, trying to pull yourself free.

Instead, he yanks at your forearms and throws you to the ground behind him, straddling your hips while keeping his hold on you the whole time. “I waited for five fucking years. All that wait was bitter work,” He lowers his face closer to yours. “And I'm not gonna let you throw it to waste.” He whispers from the close proximity before raising a hand and slapping it on your cheek hard, knocking you out.

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Yandere! Izuku Midoriya x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Creepy stuff, implied non-con, implied somnophilia.

Summary: Reader is going through a tough financial time, Deku has no problem helping.

WC: 900+

You continue to stare at the multiple papers in front of your seated form with tears in your eyes. What were you going to do? Understandably, you’ve had a pounding headache from the start, from the beginning of all this mess. Your wallet was stolen. Your ID, credit and debit cards as well as other valuable items and information… gone. The day had already been bad enough and it only turned worst when you found out about the disappearance of your wallet.

All of your savings were gone, your credit cards were maxed and in the worst moment possible, right around the time where you had bills to pay. You still remember the clenching of your heart when you received a notification on your phone letting you know about the transfer from your debit cards and the use of your credit ones, and no matter how quickly you called your banker about it for them to immediately block your account, it was no use, the damage had already been done.

Time passed by slowly without the culprit being caught as you drowned in taxes, overdue notices and even threats to your land; taking your house from you as things got worst. It’s not even that you don’t have a job with a proper income, you just don’t have the time to gather the money for everything, even if you could pay a bill off, you’d just be stuck under other bills, and to make matters worst, the mental toll was affecting your performance at work and your boss was noticing.

You let out a tired breath and look over at the last mail envelope that with no doubt contains another notice, bill or something regarding your financial problems. You pick it up and see that it’s blank, no company or anything at all on the envelope, not even the address to where it was meant to be sent; which means it was hand-delivered by the owner to your own house.

You open the envelope and pull out a hand-written letter in fancy paper judging by how thick it feels. Your eyes finally fall upon the neat letter and start reading all while thinking how a letter this elegant being delivered to you must’ve been a mistake.

Dear Y/N, I apologize for having been gone for so long, I missed you during my absence, not a single second was passed without you in my mind. I missed your smile, your smell, the taste of your skin, the feel of your body against mine, every second away from you made me ache. I wonder if you felt the same while I was gone, if you longed for me as badly as I did, if you craved my touch as my loins craved yours, if you yearned for our bodies to be one once again as I did.

It pains me to come back home only to see you in these stressful situations, but please understand; I would’ve never left you if I didn’t have to, I’ll make sure to continue with my work close by. I’ll visit you again as soon as time permits, in the meantime; I’ve paid off all your debts and will make the person who put you through this pay. While you wait for me; take this, use it as often as you like, you deserve it, just don’t forget to get something special to wear for my visit.

Till then, I eagerly await to be with you again, my Darling.

You stare at the credit and debit card on the bottom of the letter with eyes wide in shock without knowing what to feel. Surely this must be a mistake, it must have meant to be sent to someone else… with the same name and problems as you. You grab the debit card and unstuck it from the paper and see an account name with your own and password on the paper with your exact signature on the card.

You feel bile start to rise up in your throat but manage to control yourself as your phone vibrates. Is it them? The person from the letter? What did they want to say now? You grab your phone with a shaky hand and turn it over to see notification after notification pop up, all from your banks and water and electricity company you owe, or owed to, given that the notifications inform you of the debts being fully paid off.

You sit still for a few minutes with your mind blank, slowly inching its way into urging you to log into the bank of the card in your hand. The temptation grows to be too much, having you slowly finding the bank through your phone and logging in to see the account with your exact details, full name, phone number, etc, but even more astounding; an unbelievably large amount of money. You slowly look over at the other card and pick it up, turning it around with your eyes widening at the name on it.

Izuku Midoriya

The number one pro hero signed the card.

Your phone vibrates once again, pulling your attention back to it to see another notification. Don’t be shy, it’s impossible for you to make a dent in my account, now go out there and treat yourself. Till Sunday, I hope you’re ready and as eager as I am to be with you awake for the first time, I can’t wait.

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You panted as you pulled away from the kiss, Midoriya had gotten rid of his last article of clothing he had on. He was so touchy you were out of breath. He dipped his fingers between your folds, collecting your wetness and using it to rub on your clit. You let out another breathy moan as he rubbed it in quick circles. He inserted two digits in you just to see if you were ready. Deeming you were he pulled them out and wiped the slick off on the sheets. 

He rubbed his tip up and down your slit, lightly pressing it on your clit a times while he looked to your face for a sign you were ready. You nodded at him and he slowly entered you. You whimpered as he pushed in, fully in you. He let you adjust and started moving slowly. 

Your breathing became faster and a moan from you had him going faster. Your legs wrapped around his hips and you scratched at his back, not enough to make it bleed but it would leave temporary marking. He leaned down to connect your lips again, his pace getting quicker. 

He has hit the sweet spot in you and you squealed into his mouth. He adjusted his hips so he would keep hitting that spot, making your eyes roll back. He could feel you getting impossibly wetter, dripping on the sheets as you reached your climax. 

it had all unraveled when his fingers found your clit once again, messily pressing on it and rubbing it. You jerked around, your hands flying to grip the sheets. Your legs tightened around his hips and you came all over his member.

He groaned at how tight you got, going faster to reach his high, going at an inhuman speed. You held on, tears blurring your vision at the overstimulation at his continuous thrusting. You bit your lip so hard it bruised as a string of moans and squeals escaped you.

Before you both know it green sparks were seen and he drilled into you. You was going so fast and that along with the tears streaming down your eyes everything was blurry. White hot pleasure had hit you once again as your walls fluttered around his cock pathetically.

Without given a chance to get a break you reached your peak again. You were basically screaming as you clenched around him milking him as you came. He released in you, himself. Panting as his cock softened, he let himself relax before collecting his thoughts and rethinking what had happened.

He realized that One For All came out while he fucked you and your fucked out state as the quirk activated. 

He felt himself get hard again, you looking up at him with a questioning look. He smiled at you sheepishly before getting back up and started moving again. Your eyes widened as you felt the slightly painful motions he was making. He caressed your cheek and apologetically said, “One more, okay? Can you do it?”

You couldn’t say no to him so nodded, letting him activate his quirk purposefully. You winced, preparing for what was about to happened. The thought of him using his quirk in bed made you wet enough for him to thrust into you. 

He fucked you into the mattress, you interlocked your hand with him almost giving him another broken bone with how hard you held his hand. You reached your high quickly, not even that far into the fucking. Midoriya was sensitive as well, and along with how much tighter you felt around him. 

Soon enough you both orgasmed together, your lips melded together as you released around the same time. You felt his second load in you warm you up and he felt you gush around him. 

His thrusts soon slowed down. You both panted as he actually pulled out this time and plopped to your side. He gave you a warm smile as you felt how drained you were, curling up to his side.

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader Soulmate AU

Summary: You want to start a business early revolving around your quirk but it leads you to find a rare case in your new school

Quirk: Red Strings. You are able to see the red strings that connect each person to their soulmate by a red string on each of their pinkies. This quirk is received by the oldest daughter in the family once they turn 4 (the parent still has it even when the child does). Sons can also have it but as a secondary quirk, it immediately gets passed down to the daughter and leaves the son with one quirk. You are able to cut it and/or tie it to yourself or other people at the cost of one year of your life for each alteration.

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, cursing

WC: 1,725

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You still remember when you got your quirk. The day you turned four you saw the bright red strings appear, connecting everyone to each other. Some had strings that were long and crossed the streets and went around buildings, and some had their stings attached to the person next to them. They were on the floor for most of the time, occasionally stretched when two people had a strain on their relationship. They never broke though, always connected and paired by the universe, whoever it may be who controls it. They got longer when people are far from each other, and shorter when they were close. 

You saw sometimes the people who were connected, passing by each other without a second thought, strangers who rarely looked back at each other as the strange feeling overcame them. You were always happy when you saw two soulmates holding hands, and felt sorry for those who passed by their soulmate with a significant other in their arms. Some people even has two strings and you thought that was so cool. 

You liked to follow the strings when they were going in the same direction as you, and eventually got used to seeing them around not paying mind unless it was a short glance at two loving soulmates. 

Your mom and you were the only ones who could see and interact with them, your grandma dying before you were born with not many stories left behind. She would step on them while you avoided doing so, until she said it was fine. You still didn’t like to walk over them, only the accidental step sometimes but you mostly subtly avoided them. You remember that one time you tripped on a string and those few times you had to duck or go around strained ones. 

Then came when you looked at your pinkie, no bright red sting there. When you asked your mom why you didn’t have one she told you she didn’t have one at first either. She did though, you mentioned, and she said that she cut your dad’s string and tied it to her. You gasped and asked her why and she said that your dad asked for it, his original soulmate was “probably really far away anyway”. She said there was some guilt of course but 20 years of going strong it had melted away. 

She even told you of a story of someone who was bitter of not having a string, she cut every string in her path and ended up dying early, passing the quirk to her first niece. 

“Do you help your friends find their soulmates!?” you beamed, she smiled but shook her head. 

“I can’t, I don’t have the time to with all my work. Plus, you don’t even know if they want to know. They could be happily married or something“ she said. She was right, but you wanted to lead people to their soulmates! But you couldn’t do that under the circumstances you mom had just helped you realized.

Then the thought hit you, it could be your job! You could help people and make money all at the same time and it would be the best job ever! That thought was what started your continuous studying to get into a good school, and getting into that school. To be honest you’ve never been as driven about something as much as this.

So here you were now, at the doorway of UA.

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You got stares from everyone as you confidently stepped into the building, then immediately jumping and tiptoeing about in the hallways avoiding the red strings you would soon shorten. Word had already gotten around after you explained to one person why you were walking funny. 

Days later you were already getting requests but you would just turn them down. Maybe just pointing to where they headed. Soon you were already making friends, especially with that one Ashido girl from the hero course who wanted so bad to find her soulmate. You wanted to tell her who it was but you couldn’t make exceptions, you guys weren’t even friends for long. 

Eventually, right when the class was going into the pricing lesson, Ashido immediately jumped on you to show her where her soulmate is. So, her first initiative for today was to drag you to her table for lunch. You met the nicest people ever, the first 10 seconds that passed were great. But your pink-haired friend had already cut to the chase.

“Here, just point me to where my string leads” She said as she slid you a 500 yen coin. You took it and pointed to the kitchen, your eyes trailed from her finger to where the string led, presumably outside a window or something.

She squealed, “Okay, now do them next, they’ll pay” she said as her other friends, except Bakugou, leaned in with interest. 

You chuckled and said, “Sorry I can’t. My teacher said I can’t offer services ‘til my business is official. My pricing itself isn’t complete either. I’m thinking of doing an up-front price along with a price according to how far the trip goes for them to find their soulmate. This of course will include an all expense pair trip if we ever leave the country or go on a far trip. It might be expensive for a lot of people but I really want to show them to their soulmates. I’m thinking of refunding them a portion if they cancel but if I keep doing that the business will get nowhere and no one will find their soulmate. I’m also really concerned for the people who might not have as much money so I’m thinking that the prices shouldn’t be that high. Hmm, maybe I should-”

“Geez, Y/N calm down. You’re starting to sound like Midoriya there with all your rambling” Ashido interrupted, “But I get it, you don’t have to. Dang the business course is though” 

“Not as tough as the hero course though. At least then you’ll be hella rich and I can help all of you find your soulmates”

 “Great!” She chirped. 

They all went back to their food, and out of curiosity you looked at their hands. seeing the red string on either the left or right pinkie. But one caught your eye. There was a set of hands, no red string on neither the left nor the right pinkie. You looked up at who it belonged and were met with glaring red ruby eyes. You got a good look at him, his spiky ash blonde hair. He was pretty attractive, sad he doesn’t have a soulmate though. His glare seemed to get sharper and so you had to stuff your face in your bowl if you didn’t want trouble. 

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Whoopsie, how’d you get into this situation? Backed up into the wall of an alleyway by this beautiful blonde. This blonde is of course mad and glaring at you like you stepped on his dog.

You did, however, find out who this man was. Bakugou Katsuki. From the sludge incident. Got the highest score in the practical entrance exam. He also got chained to a block of cement when he won gold at the sport’s festival that you couldn’t attend, not wanting to watch the strings get trampled by your doing the task given. As well as getting kidnapped by the League of Villains during the hero course’s camping trip.

You don’t know why you didn’t recognize him, not really paying attention to what all others do. But now you truly felt sorry for the guy, going through all that, probably blaming himself for All Might’s retirement, and not having someone to call his own. You don’t have to date your soulmate, and sometimes soulmate relationships fail, but it’s hard when they’re the perfect fit for you. 

This man didn’t have a perfect fit. I mean, neither did you but you were fine with making people happy, and you haven’t endured half this man has. 

“Let me ask you this once, why were you looking at me funny?” he gruffly demanded answers

“You sure you wanna know?” you asked nervously

“SPIT IT OUT WOMAN” he slammed his fist next to your head

“You don’t have a soulmate!” you said out of impulse

His eyes widened and his angry demeanor went away, “What?” he mumbled

“You don’t have a string” you clarified

“Well I don’t fucking need one, “ he puffed his chest out, “soulmates are bullshit anyway, don’t wanna have to trust someone like that, they’ll just become a weak spot”

“Well you wouldn’t think that when you tip over and self destruct in anger at yourself for stuff that’s not you fault” you commented as he neared you dangerously

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about”

You sighed as your lips pressed to a thin line, “Maybe I don’t, but no one will if you keep it to yourself”

“I’m fine with that”

“Sure” 

He must still be in shock, you just know he’ll add it to the baggage sooner or later. You had to do something about this, he doesn’t deserve it, before he could walk away you called out, “If it makes you feel better I don’t have one either, most people with my quirk don’t have any either”

“Why would that make me feel better?”

“I can cut some string and tie it to you if you want, can’t force a good relationship though”

“No, I don’t want anyone else’s partner”

“Fine then,” you pondered, how could you help this guy out? 

“Lunch. Tomorrow” he stated and left

“Huh? Okay I guess” you said hesitantly. At least it was something.

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You rubbed your arm nervously. It was a Saturday and you had asked Mina for his number, where he confirmed to meet outside your dorm. No one really cared that a hero course student was coming over, instead everyone used this time to do work on each of their own businesses. 

You sat at the small table set up in front of the entrance, it was circular and had a small vase of flowers at the center. You then heard a grunt and footsteps getting louder. You turned and saw Bakugou grumbling to himself as he made his way to you.

He plopped down on the seat next to you and before the awkward silence could commence he spoke up, “Why the fuck do you want to help me?”

You chuckled, a smile had danced on your lips, “Right to the chase, huh?”

His glare just hardened.

You felt your hands get clammy, “Heh, well, it is my future job. I want to make people happy”

“So you’ll just change peoples soulmates if someone pays you? Seems pretty shitty”

You gasped, feigning exaggerated offense, “I do not! For each alteration to strings I lose a year of my lifespan,” you explained

“So you’re willing to lose two years of your life to get me a soulmate?” 

You nodded

“Why?”

You sighed, you contemplated whether to take his hand in yours sympathetically but decided against it, instead opting to lean forward and lower your voice, “You’ve been through a lot more than most people should at your age, I just think you would be good with someone who will fully understand you. But, now that I think about it that may be difficult so that’s why...” you trailed off

You realized how no one will fully understand him, he’s a really complex person from what you picked up. You let out a small ‘Huh’ when the thought came to you.

You looked up when you heard him sigh, he mumbled something under his breath along the lines of ‘I cant believe I’m doing this’

“Look, you can’t just take someone else’s soulmate, it won’t work out for me or that person” He then groaned, “and it’s not like you have a soulmate either so...”

You looked at him puzzled, trying to put two and two together. When you did, you had a big shit-eating smirk on your face, “What are you trying to say, Bakugou?” You asked smugly

The infamous ‘tch’ was heard when the reddening on his ears proved true to your suspicions, “Wanna go out sometime?” he begrudgingly offered

You giggled. This hotheaded blonde, known for being aggressive and somewhat the villainous type, was asking you out to a date after two conversations. One was admittedly intimate but only two conversations nonetheless

You figured, why not ply with him for a little bit? 

“Hmmm... Nah, I’d rather waste two years of my life”

He growled, “Stop playing around! You’re lucky I’m even asking you out, I normally hate everyone. Plus, you can’t just connect me to some stranger!”

“We’ve had two conversations, we essentially still are strangers”

“Fucking- CALL ME KATSUKI THEN”

You froze in shock. He really was serious about this.

“...Why me?”

He relaxed, ready to give his explanation, “You’re probably the only one who gets an inkling of how I feel because of what I’ve gone through. Everyone else either holds it against me or thinks they understand me”

“Well then-”

“Alsoyou’recute” 

You paused again, you saw his flushed face but it was nowhere near the steam coming from the boiling pot that was your head. 

“Uh, y-you too I guess”

“Yeah I’ll see you next week, we’ll get dessert after lunch or some shit, whatever girls want to do on dates”

You scoffed at the stereotype, “Yeah, whatever you have my number,” You saved him a wink which was what made everything worth it for the sight of his face that now matched his eyes.

Part 2 cuz this ends too abrupt but its long already

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Summary: You and Midoriya going on a date in which you fly together and Midoriya being considerate and super cute for your second date

Quirk: You have 3 pairs of wings. each are almost as big as Hawks’. More info in the fic. 

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, cursing

WC: 1,446

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From the moment you walked in the door, he knew he was entranced by you. The door opened, revealing no one as the class continued to stare at the empty doorstep. Then you came, you flew in with the middle pair of wings unraveled in it’s breathtaking glory. You were laughing the whole time, not caring for the stares of the class, “The door’s so cool!” you exclaimed. 

You heard how the door should be welcoming to any and all students with any quirk from your sister, who also dreamed of going to a school like this, and applying but not being able to make the cut. She did fully support you when you got in and rejoiced since you knew how much you wanted to be a hero even with the guilt that your sister wouldn’t be. She did find her true passion after all so it all worked out in the end.

But enough about her, this is about you. Your cheerful presence had interested everyone, bombarding you with questions after the quirk evaluation. You explained how your quirk worked and answered all their questions. They mostly included compliments on your speed and the size of your wings

Yet, though you’ve interacted with most of your class, you were surprised to have unintentionally avoided one, or rather, he avoided you. Normally he would never hesitate to ask someone about their quirk but something about you was... intimidating. He thought it was how powerful your quirk was but then again he was childhood friends with Bakugou. Then he realized, it was because he liked you. 

That can’t be right, he thought but it was your all around feel that was welcoming and you basically radiated comfort. You would answer back to anyone, weather you liked them or not, kindly. You even politely asked Mineta to stop touching you instead of just shoving him off like everyone else. You were really pretty too. You looked literally angelic, with your wings and all.

 That’s why when he finally talked to you, he was blown away with how you answered each of his questions without hesitation. A smile was present on your face the entire time and you were practically glowing, the warmth he felt from you calmed him of any nerves he had in the first place. 

After that it was like clockwork, he approached you everyday and ate lunch with you, studied with you and always made sure you were in perfect condition. You appreciated all he did to make sure you were well and in turn you accidentally caught feelings. 

You learned to care for him as well and were the one to stop him from overworking. You two were literally a perfect couple and everyone saw both your crushes on each other. But alas, you two were dense as fuck.

You never second-guessed Midoriya’s flustered reactions due to his fidgety nature and he never second-guessed your kindness as anything but that. You two were content as friends, you made that pretty clear to your friends. Still, that didn’t stop them from mentioning his crush on you, to you and your crush on Midoriya, to him. 

That brought you two to eventually talking it out and agreeing to go on a date. “Like normal people” you joked. And there was no better time than this week. It had been plenty stressful and you both needed to de-stress. You hadn’t really planned where to go but you both just agreed to stop by anywhere you felt like, just needing to get out of the dorms.

It was afternoon when you decided to go and once you were out of the campus, with permission from Aizawa, you began to realize that you should’ve indeed planned where to go. Instead, you both stood outside the gate, shuffling awkwardly, waiting for the other to talk. 

“Uh-” “So-”

You both flinched at one another, Deku turning bright red as you giggled. You calmed down first, “You were saying?” you gestured for him to continue

“U-Um yeah. Where did you wanna go?”

“Well, we already ate lunch so how ‘bout we go to a cafe for dessert” you suggested

“No thanks I’m still pretty full” said, rubbing his stomach. His eyes soon widened at the fact he rejected your suggestion, “B-But we can still go! I can pay!” he said desperately, he didn’t want you to change your mind and not go out with him anymore

You laughed out loud, “No worries! We can just go somewhere else” You smiled and he blushed again. You were so pretty when you did that. “How about you, you have any suggestions?” you asked him

He really didn’t. He’s the type to prepare for something before it happens, so this impromptu date was not up his alley. He looks at the sidewalk behind you, trying to think up where to go, even contemplating pulling out his phone to search up where to go for a date. You sensed his uneasiness and spoke up, “I do have this special spot I go to if you can’t think of anywhere”

“Special spot?” He said curiously.

You nodded, “Yup! It’s not too far so we can walk there”

He nodded, “Sure let’s go”

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“Here we are” you said. The walk had been quiet mostly, aside from some small talk. He did ask about where you were going but you told him it was a surprise. You talked about other things of course, about tests and other academic topics mostly. 

Eventually you reached your old apartment complex, your parents still lived here and you visited during holidays. He eyed it, blushing at the realization he now knew where you lived, before the dorms of course, and maybe you would take him to your room or something. Only the thought of it made him combust into flames

“Let’s go” you pulled him into the building, greeting the receptionist and her telling you your parents were out for work. You told her it was fine since you weren’t going to your home anyway. This piqued his interest because where else would you be going?

You then gestured for him to follow as you went to the elevator. He stood there awkwardly as you pressed the button for the top most floor. The time it took going up wasn’t much, the elevator stopping from time to time revealing no one who was gonna step in.

When you finally reached the top your excitement had also increased. You excitedly grabbed him by the wrist, running thought the corridor, past some doors, taking a turn and finding the staircase. You dragged him up, tripping once but refusing his help and running up the stairs, “Here it is” you said, opening the door to the roof.

You both stepped out and you immediately inhaled the familiar scent of dusty cement, taking you back to your childhood where your parents told you not to go off the edge. You did anyway, it was fun. Midoriya watched as you ran to the railing, looking down at the houses and restaurants below you. “I used to go here all the time after hard days. Its relaxing to just soar through the air since no one bothered me. Even if I got in trouble sometimes” You said.

He loved how serene you looked up here, the way you took in and released the clean air, how you enjoyed the fact it smelled different up there. There was no one around, just you two and the city breeze. 

The wind picked up and blew against your feathers. Your eyes lit up and you looked the Modoriya, “You wanna fly with me?” you offered

He stopped and stuttered, “E-Eh? How does that work? I can’t really stay on your back as that can constrict your flying but I don’t think you can fly with me on your stomach either, maybe holding onto my wrists would work? But I don’t want to trouble you with my weight, not like you can’t take it or anything but-”

“Izuku! Relax!” You halted his muttering, “Here” You wrapped your arms around his torso, “We’ll fly like this”

“HUH!?” He had never been this close to a girl before, you had your freaking arms around him. It was bliss, sure, but still so embarrassing. You two aren’t even going out officially yet and sure you guys are on a first name basis but was this still allowed? Maybe you were like this with others, you are really close with the rest of the class.

“You ready?” You asked.

He gulped and nodded. He heard the flapping of your wings, one, two pairs working to get you both off the ground, third pair occasionally flapping to pull some weight. He felt his feet lift off the ground and he shut his eyes. 

Once you both were on air you yelled at him to open his eyes. He already felt the wind whipping past him, much like when he runs at Full Cowl, and he decided to listen to you. His eyes slowly opened, and he got a glimpse of what he missed. 

You both flew over buildings, you laughing at the need to release air from the thrilling feeling of nostalgia. He too joined in and found himself yelling about how fun and cool this was! You then put your third pair to use and flapped it faster, going quicker through the wind. 

“W-What are you doi-WAAAH” he let out a scream when you did a loop in the air. You were giggling and he was still shaking, “You okay?” You asked through sweet laughter and he shakily nodded

He was too silent compared to just a little bit ago so you decided to head back. Finishing the circle you went in, you placed him back on his feet as he ran to grab the railing. You were profusely apologizing to him for taking him on a flying session, He didn’t take it though, explaining how he loved most of it, never scared to be dropped as he fully trusted in you.

This of course left you blushing even after the date. He trusted you that much? I mean, you did too but you didn’t think he’d feel the same way as quick. He suggested going on another date similar to this one. Soon, he said, and you couldn’t wait.

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It was a week later when he asked you out again. You were surprised when he said you were going to the same place you went last week. You agreed despite not knowing why he would want to go back and followed him there.

On the walk there you almost asked why but decided to find out later, on the count of his adorable face gleaming in excitement. You smiled and followed behind, trying to catch up with his quick steps there.

Once you arrived at the top of the building again, you noticed him relax as much as you, before lighting up in excitement. “Let’s fly!” he suggested, grabbing a hold of you hands and nearing you to the edge

“Woah woah, slow down! I don’t know what’s gotten into you but you seem more excited today, may I ask why?” You said, holding him back with a light tug

He chuckled as pink tinted his cheeks. Scratching the back of his neck he said, “I had a surprise for you that I was gonna show once we were in the air. I asked Uraraka to use her quirk on me so I weigh as much as my clothes now! S-So it’s easier for you to fly with me around!” 

You swear your heart melted like a stick of butter, “Aww Izuku you are so adorable” You said and pinched his cheeks, before going to kiss one. He was a mumbling mess before you held hid hands once again, flapping your middle pair of wings, you lifted yourself off the ground, taking Midoriya up with you soon after. 

You wrapped your arms around his torso to balance him, making sure the wind doesn’t push him back. You pressed him to your chest, pecking his neck before going off the edge and flying over the streets and buildings. You began to soar the the sky, going at a more relaxed speed than last week’s. 

He felt more relaxed too, now being able to breathe the calming air you talked about. He wondered what you looked like right now. Before he could think, the words left his mouth, “Can you turn me around, I wanna look at you” 

And also before he could say anything to take it back, you turned him around with ease, his chest pressing against yours. “I didn’t think you would actually do it” he mumbled

“Why not, I wanted to look at you too” You said the him, your eyes flashed down to his lips and looked back to where you were flying. That did not go unnoticed by him with how close he was and his eyes went to your lips. They looked soft, he wanted to feel them against this. Did you want that too? He saw somewhere that looking at someones lips meant you wanted to kiss them. 

Slowly, he brought his head up and his lips gently met yours. His eyes were closed but he could feel the slight falter of your flying. He then felt you go upright instead of the tilt you had when you moved around. You kissed back with more fervor, causing him to press harder. His arms went around your neck and your arms held him tighter around his torso.

Soon enough you both pulled away and with a giggle, the only thing you could say to his red face was, “That’s a pretty cool way to have a first kiss”

Denki Kaminari x Reader

Summary: Kaminari decides to kabedon you for whatever reason

Quirk: can pull stuff to yourself (like Midoriya’s mom but you can do it with any sized object). You have to be completely focused on the object/s but can do it mindlessly after training. If you do it too much or get something too heavy, your arms get sore.

Genre/Warnings: just some fluff

WC: 750

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You sat in class, bored out of your mind. Cementos was droning on about formulas and terminology and yadda yadda yadda snore. You sighed, resting your head in your hand. You heard paper shuffling and glanced back seeing Sero and Kaminari passing notes. You sighed again boredom making your eyelids droop. Lunch could not come any sooner. You stared at the clock, counting down the minutes before dismissal.

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The bell finally rang, forcing Cementos to dismiss the class. You stood up, stretched, and called to Jiro to walk to lunch. She was unusually smiley on the way there. “Do you know what Kaminari and Sero were passing notes about?” she asked, knowing full well they were talking about you.

“Nope, don’t know, don’t care. Denki was probably just aksing for flirting advice cuz that man cannot score a girl to save his life.”

“Don’t act like you’re not happy about that”

“Why would I be?” 

“’Cause you like him” she smirked 

“No I dont!” I said, my face getting warm and my heart skipping a beat.

“Mhm... sure...” she rolled her eyes as I continued to drage her to the cafeteria.

Throughout the lunch hour she just kept teasing you about your crush, making you more awake and bringing back the energy math sucked out of you. Unbeknownst to you, he was watching you from afar. He sighed dreamily, leaning against Sero, his eyes basically heart shaped.

“Y’know, you could just ask her out” Kirishima commented

“She’s just so out of my league, y’know? She’s so badass and powerful. She even beat Bakugou that one time in training” he replied, remembering the time Bakugou was underestimating you, allowing his distraction to let you pull him to yourself and letting go, throwing him over your shoulder and off the boundary.

“Shut up” Bakugou grumbled and stuffed his face with rice

“She is really nice too though! The worst that can happen is she says no. And knowing her, she’ll make it blunt and won’t embarrass you” Ashido chirped

“Ooooor you could intimidate her and show that you can be badass too” Sero suggested. 

Bakugou and Ashido rolled their eyes, knowing that that’s not how to get a girl. But that went unnoticed as it seems as though a light bulb turned on in Kaminari’s head. “Yeah!” he beamed, “but how?”

“Spar with her” Kirishima suggested

“No, she’ll definitely beat me” Kaminari replied as Kirishima nodded in agreement.

“oh I know! Kabedon her!” Sero said with a smile. Ashido grinned at the thought and Bakugou was visibly interested to see how his energetic friend would fail. The group cheered and started to form the plan. 

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Lunch was coming to an end and you and Jiro stood from your seats, walking back to the classroom. You both were stopped though as Ashido tugged on Jiro’s arm. “Hey I need to talk to Jiro real quick. Go on without her” she said whispering things to Jiro. 

You shrugged and walked back to the classroom on your own and slid the door open. When you walked in you noticed many phone cameras pointed at you. You looked around confused until Kaminari walked up to you. People started snickering and greeted him nervously. “Hi Denki” you said, seeing a bold smirk on his face, making him look even more attractive. He kept walking toward you making you take a few steps back until you backed into a wall. He suddenly slammed his hand to the wall beside your head. Your eyes widened as you got the gist of what was happening. 

“Kaminari” you started, “is this kabedon?” You smirked

He shrugged, a playful smirk still gracing his features. You took note of all the cameras videoing you two. A surge of boldness came over you as you pulled his chin to your hand using your quirk and pressed a quick soft kiss to his lips.

His reaction was priceless. His eyes went wide, almost comically as he turned red, unable to move. A sly smirk rested on your lips as the whole class erupted in yelling and laughter. Many “OOOOOH”s and “AAAHAHAHAHA”s filled the room as you yourself laughed. You slid your palm from his chin to his hair, patting it as you let him mentally prepare for his friends’ teasing. 

“We can go somewhere after class if you want” you asked in a normal voice as he just nodded, still blushing furiously as you walked back to your seat.

All Alone Again

Todoroki x sister! reader Dabi (toya) x sister! reader

In this I made an au (y/n) she is todoroki’s twin and she’s a perfect mix of her parents making her quirk water she looks like this:

Hope you enjoy!

Warning: lots of angst, mentions of child abuse, swearing?

It was the battle at the summer camp. You along with your fellow 1-a class mates were fighting against the villains. You were heading back with the injured to make sure they got there safely. You saw aizawa fighting off a man with blue fire. Before he melted into a puddle of mud you got a good look at him. He looked really familiar.

While you were fighting you kept thinking of him, until he was right in front of you. He blasted fire at you but not to hurt you, to try and get away from you. It finally dawned on you. With all the pent up rage you suppressed throughout your childhood you screamed at him as he faced away from you “toya!” He paused for a split second before continued walking. “Don’t you dare walk away from me!” He turned to face you “you must have me mistaken with someone else.” You shook your head “you may look different but I’ll never forget those eyes” Changing the subject he pointed at your arm and asked “what happened to your arm” you hit him in the face with your quirk “ You weren’t there!”

Flashback: no one expected you to be born. Everyone thought rei was only pregnant with shoto. When your quirk came in, just like all your other siblings you were disowned by your father. Toya took it upon himself to become your closest sibling always making you feel better. Your favorite thing was the game he used to play with you. He would light his hands on fire and hold them underneath your hands. With your quirk you would put out the fire making you giggle like crazy. He always used to smile and say I love you my rainbow. You’re the calm during a storm. After he died you were devastated. You tried to play with your other siblings but it wasn’t the same. You missed toya deeply. One day before training shoto and your dad we’re walking towards the training room. You stopped them both. Your father looked angry. You asked innocently “can I spend time with you two?” Your father barked “no we don’t have time for stupid games. Shoto must become the best.” You teared up and whispered “ but you two are the only ones who can play the fire game with me”. Your father just glared at you while you stood in the way of him and training his precious masterpiece. “I don’t give a shit just get out of the way” he yelled at you. “Please” you begged looking up at him. “I said no!” He yelled throwing fire your way. Being too young you didn’t have enough control over your quirk to protect yourself so his shot ended up burning your right arm. That was the last time you tried to spend time with them. In that moment you realized you were all alone. End of flashback

Dabi looked at you as you finished your story. It almost looked as if he was going to reach out to you when he heard the voices of your classmates. He turned away from you. “No, don’t you dare leave me again” you barked. He whispered “I’m sorry my rainbow” and blew fire at you. “Toya” you yelled. By the time you could clear up the fire he was gone. Clouds started to roll in. “TOYA” you screamed with all the pain in your heart as the clouds started to rain. Soaking wet in that forest alone, you realized once again, you were alone.

Hey guys I hope you liked it I’m sorry it’s kinda short

fbi open up // my hero academia (social media au) [completed]

amongst search histories and private youtube videos

bakugo katsuki x fem!reader

genre: university/college au, fluff, crack, angst

warnings: swearing, sexual themes, adult stuff in general, jokes about dying, bakugo, slow burn, violence

disc: all pictures i used were found on pinterest and belong to their respective artists! i’ve only watermarked edits i’ve made!

taglist closed! thank you for your interest ;3

part one: todoroki shoto step on me

part two: squash me with your biceps

part three: this isn't about you anymore

part four: you can't threaten me with a good time

part five: we don't ice our drinks like pussies

part six: say sike rn

part seven: they're not so nice anymore

part eight: i'll do anything for a spicy man

part nine: payback for puking on my shoes

part ten: teasing and threatening

part eleven: i'll cut you

part twelve: how is he hotter when i'm sober

part thirteen: like some eboy

part fourteen: i don't really care if you're into turtle porn

part fifteen: "what i want shinsou hitoshi for"

part sixteen: bakugo this is not a drill

part seventeen: everybody press the red button

part eighteen: please put the baby aside

part nineteen: you're a menace to society, cupcake

part twenty: i haven't invited you yet babe

part twenty-one: oh

part twenty-two: you don't mean anything to me

part twenty-three: can't a girl crave some ramen

part twenty-four: being a bitch for bitch's sake

part twenty-five: hiding in your rooms like pussies

part twenty-six: what, no cupcake?

part twenty-seven: i’ll break all your teeth

part twenty-eight: i’m not whipped

part twenty-nine: it’s not very baby of you

part thirty: be my girlfriend

part thirty-one: who do you want?

part thirty-two: he says he doesn’t care

part thirty-three: a knife in my bedside drawer

part thirty-four: bubbly fun wheat juice

part thirty-five: can't cut carrots for shit though

part thirty-six: i'm going on a bird hunt

part thirty-seven: get in line bakuhoe (written)

part thirty-eight: don't be the dumbass now, love

part thirty-nine: i think my boyfriend's been kidnapped

bonus part forty: love you too babe

thanks for reading!

main masterlist

Ochako with a gn s/o who has a flower quirk! Like they make flowers grow and they give her flowers all the time and shes just so in love??? Thank you!!!!

MY GIRL URARAKA GETS A REQUEST HALLELUJAH!!

Uraraka is a sap when it comes to romance, but she didn’t figure this out until she met her current partner who happened to have a flower quirk

It was totally by accident that they met since they don’t go to UA and instead want to use their quirk to help plant conservationists and possibly become a botanist 

Uraraka was grabbing some free bubble tea from a place that just opened up because they were having a promotion and she wouldn’t otherwise go out of her way for something that would cost money like that

A florist booth sat next to the bubble tea shop and someone was chatting up the older man very excitedly about flowers. They looked over, saw Uraraka with her purple bubble tea, and went “oh no, she’s cute” so they used their quirk to make a small handful of purple flowers as a bold first move

She’s caught off-guard because she doesn’t know this person but their hands are shaking while holding out the flowers and muttering that they’re for her. Cue her nearly passing out from flushed embarrassment

They’re both idiots who don’t how to flirt or accept gifts but manage to strike up a conversation. They’re super interested in her hero training at UA and Uraraka thinks it’s super cool that they want to use their quirk for something other than hero work since she hadn’t really considered any other career path

Once they actually start dating Uraraka is literally showered in flowers every time they meet up and she just doesn’t know what to do. She isn’t used to this type of affection and her normally barren dorm room is now colorful and smells wonderful

Her quirk doesn’t allow her to give them anything which she feels bad about because she’s essentially broke, but it’s the experiences that matter vs the gifts

Once they know her favorite colors, scents, and types of flowers they surprise her with them even when they aren’t together, bribing some of her classmates to give Uraraka flowers when she leasts expects it

Yaoyorozu, Ashido, and Hagakure are squealing with how adorably romantic it is 24/7

Can you make any headcannons for how Class 1-A and Monoma (cause I love that cocky little shit) would react to someone having a Incubus/Succubus Quirk? (Basically taking on the traits and abilities of the sex demon).

I assume you wanted both the girls and boys from class 1-A, but I wasn’t able to do every single one just ‘cause I didn’t have inspiration for some of them, and it was also really long. I did throw in some other characters as well though, to sate my own thirst lmao. 

Midoriya: This little cinnamon roll would probably be flustered as hell when he finds out how your Quirk works. He’s so innocent to most things that he can’t help but get all timid and blushy whenever he’s around you. You honestly think it’s super cute so you end up teasing him with your powers every now and then, which basically turns him into a helpless pile of goo.

Bakugou: He pretends like he’s not fazed, but he’s actually having some real dirty thoughts. Bakugou’s never had any experience in the love/physical department (even though he likes to act cocky), so knowing how your Quirk works honestly makes him feel embarrassed. He also hates thinking that he could fall victim to your Quirk and just be utterly helpless—because he knows you would have him wrapped around your finger. Blushes pretty often around you, and tries to avoid eye-contact when he’s extra flustered. 

Todoroki: At first he’s just like “what?” but then he’s like “…oh.” He understands that having a power that can seduce others could actually be really strong and may catch people off-guard in battle, but it does make him a little uncomfortable to think about. Todoroki’s mind ends up wandering more than he would like, and he finds himself imagining what sort of things you would do…with him. Kind of just feels ashamed, and tries to force the thoughts to the back of his mind, but his expression will slip up every now and then whenever he’s around you.

Iida: Straight up thinks it’s indecent as hell, and just can’t wrap his head around how someone would go about using a power like that. Sure, he obviously understands what you do with it, but like…it’s so inappropriate?? Class Prez does not approve, and he hates the tight knot he gets in his stomach whenever he brushes shoulders with you. Just thinking about you using your Quirk on someone (him) gets him all rattled and he’ll just start moving in that robotic manner with a big blush on his cheeks.

Kaminari: It’s literally the sexiest thing in the world?? Like omg are you an angel?? (no you’re more of a demon actually lol) He’s pretty well-established as a big perv, so knowing that you have a sexual Quirk like that just really turns him on. He’s always flirting with you hardcore, even though he usually ends up making a fool out of himself, but he just can’t resist. He’ll try to act slick and all, but he doesn’t actually have any relationship experience, and will get pretty flustered around you if you ever seductively brush your hand by his cheek or lick your lips. Let’s just say he’s definitely spent his fair share of time in bed imagining what it would be like if you used your Quirk on him. 

Kirishima: It’s not a really manly thing to do, but he does have dirty thoughts about you when he first finds out what your Quirk is. Honestly, he feels guilty imagining such things, but he just can’t help looking at you and seeing how damn hot you are and then knowing the things you’re capable of. He doesn’t care if he gets paired up to spar against you and loses—he wants to be able to experience your powers firsthand.

Tokoyami: Bird exe. has stopped working. No but like, he gets so flustered over your Quirk that he honestly just doesn’t know how to deal. Tokoyami’s a bit more reclusive than most, but he’s definitely spent more time admiring you from afar than he would like to admit. He’s not good with intimacy and the like, so imagining you to do those kind of…things is a little rattling for him. He will usually be pretty good at remaining composed around you, but his feathers sometimes fluff up and you might notice a small blush flaring up from underneath.

Monoma: He loves it, honestly. Not only is it hot, but he thinks it’s actually a really cool, useful Quirk that can take down even the best of people (including himself). His own Quirk revolves around making use of other people, so he likes to think you guys are sort of similar in some way. Monoma will act cocky and smirk around you, as if he’s unfazed, but he starts blushing like crazy whenever you do anything that hints at seduction. Of course, he’ll just be laughing like a madman, as usual, outright denying that he’s affected by your charms. He’s in for one hell of a ride when you do use your Quirk on him.

Shinsou: Probably won’t be much affected by your Quirk, as long as he can make you talk. He doesn’t like using his Brainwashing powers in general, but he’ll do it if he ever needs to fight you off. That being said, he might not want to. Shinsou hardly ever shows his emotions, but the second he found out what kind of Quirk you had he started acting awkwardly around you. If he really wanted to, he could always brainwash you into forcibly using your Quirk on him (aka doing dirty stuff with him), but he wants you to do it willingly. He just hopes that he can remember exactly what happened once it’s over. 

Uraraka: Her rosy cheeks will be even more pronounced whenever she’s around you. She’s so innocent and precious, just the thought of what your Quirk entails makes her entire body burn. Sometimes, when she gets extra flustered around you, she accidentally makes herself float, and it’s the cutest thing in the world. 

Yaoyorozu: Much like Iida, she thinks it’s “indecent”, but doesn’t dismiss the strength and potential of your powers. Obviously, you can’t choose what type of Quirk you’re born with, but thinking about the sexual nature of yours just makes her feel kind of…warm? She’s usually straight-laced and composed, but is actually very easily flustered and sometimes loses her cool whenever she’s around you. One time you ran your finger across her neck and she literally squealed. 

Jirou: Acts cool and aloof, but is pretty timid on the inside. She doesn’t really have a dirty mind or anything, but sometimes it wandered too far and she ended up thinking about what kind of stuff you might do to people. She can be a bit hard to read at times, but she’ll blush whenever she’s around you every now and then. She definitely doesn’t want to have you fight you at any point because she thinks she would just die of shame if you used your Quirk on her.

Tsuyu: Probably isn’t too much affected, since she doesn’t have a dirty mind at all. She’s definitely given your Quirk some thought though, and might have made a really direct comment about it at some point. Hasn’t imagined having you use your powers against herself specifically, but would probably not be able to keep a straight face it the two of you got too close. 

Hatsume: She thinks it’s neat! Honestly, there’s not much that gets her embarrassed since she practically has no shame, but she’d like to examine your body (wink wink) and see what sort of stunts you’re capable of. She also wants to try and design some sort of equipment for you to use, and see what other kind of inventions you synchronize with. If you used your Quirk on her, she’d honestly be pretty into it, and might even ask you do it again (this girl seriously has no shame it’s amazing). 

Toga: Has a pretty dirty mind—it’s usually more sinister and violent than sexual, but anything goes, really. Much like Hatsume, there’s really not much that gets her embarrassed, and she’ll probably just be really flirty and excited whenever she’s around you. Definitely wants you to use your Quirk on her and see how it feels, hopes to make it become a regular thing if it’s as enjoyable as she imagines it to be. 

Dabi: He lives for this shit, honestly. The second he found out what your Quirk was like, he found himself even more drawn to you. Not only are you gorgeous, but your powers are sexy as hell, too. Will definitely be extra flirty around you, hoping to make the seduction a two-way street. Under normal circumstances, he would never be submissive or purposefully let someone overpower him, but with your Quirk being the way it is, he honestly wouldn’t mind at all.

Shigaraki: Gets flustered as hell around you, and probably ends up being grumpier than usual as a result. He’s not used to touching others, so knowing that you have a Quirk that pretty much revolves around intimate contact makes his chest feel really tight. Honestly, Shigaraki doesn’t like the way your Quirk works, because it means that you have to do dirty things with people other than him, and he gets all possessive and jealous even imagining it. If you were to use it on him, it’s another story—he won’t willingly allow you to overpower him, but if it happens, he might as well try to enjoy its effects. 

Chisaki: Probably the only person who is very much opposed to it. He hates being vulnerable, and the fact that you can seduce him with your powers leaves an unpleasant taste in his mouth. He’s never wanted anyone touching him in the first place, even if he’s incredibly attracted to you, so it’s a conflicting feeling. If anyone were to do anything physical with him, it would definitely have to be you, and nobody else. Still, he will refuse to allow himself to submit and be manipulated by your Quirk—you’ll have to use it well if you want to one-up him. Even if he does fall victim to your powers, he’ll be very bitter about ending up in such a situation. At the very least, he might have some nice memories to revisit when he’s on his own. 

Operation Breakup Backfires (Bakugou x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: What’s the harm of a little breakup prank? It doesn’t even work anyway….

A/N: There’s no shortage of Bakugou ideas in my brain, I swear. Also, this might be the first of a little prank “series” I’ll be writing for multiple characters, idk. It just depends if I get more ideas. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1236

       “I’m gonna do it.” You knew it was mean, but you really wanted to see how your explosive blondie would react. 

       “Okay, yeah that’s great,” Kirishima says, “but you know he’s gonna spontaneously combust, right?” You click your tongue. 

       “Oh c’mon, it won’t be that bad.” Crossing your arms, you relax deeper into your assigned seat while Kirishima shakes his head frantically, his palms slamming against the surface of your desk.

       “You’ve met Bakugou, right?” 

       “Yes, I’ve met my own boyfriend,” you scoff, jaw twitching. 

       “Then you know how stupid of an idea this is. The Baku-beast is gonna come out of hibernation if you do this!” Was it ever in hibernation? You shake the thought away and wave your hand dismissively. 

       “I won’t let it go that far, I promise.” Kirishima raises his brows at you.  

       “I don’t believe you. This is gonna be a nightmare,” he mutters with wide, anxious eyes. 

       “He’s not gonna hurt me!” The redhead nods. 

       “Oh, I know that. What’ll happen is he’ll take it out on the rest of us and it’ll be a bloodbath!” He nervously rubs the back of his neck while mumbling, “My throat never looks good post-Baku-strangle.” The phrase mystifies you.

       “Ok. First of all, you have a name for that?” You shake your head, baffled. “Second of all, quit being a wuss.” He grows offended at your words, holding a hand to his chest. 

       “I’m not being a wuss, I’m being logical,” he corrects you with a confident head nod. You roll your eyes at the act. Ever so discreetly, you cough out a loud “Wuss!” while mockingly covering your mouth. Kirishima hurls a withering glare at you. 

       “I am not-”

       “Shush!” You cover your lips with a finger and nod your head towards Bakugou stepping through the doorway. The redhead huffs out a breath and walks away. 

       “Mum’s the word!” you call after him.

                               ###

       The common room is empty aside from you, waiting anxiously in a chair for your boyfriend. You had texted him that you wanted to talk after school, and got a “K” in response. It was enough for you. The doors behind your chair slam open loudly and you take a deep breath before popping up and taking on a solemn face. 

       “What did you want to talk about?” Bakugou asks with pursed lips. His tone is sharp and impatient, but you’ve never heard it any differently. Sighing, you slowly approach him and bite your bottom lip, softening your eyes. 

       “I want to break up.” 

       Silence.

       Bakugou’s face doesn’t change. Not a single twitch in his body, or a widening of his eyes. He seems… unaffected.

       “No.” 

       No? No?! He just rejected your breakup, tackled it and slammed it down like a pro-wrestler before suffocating it with a pillow using one word. ‘No.’

       “Katsuki,” you lick your lips and he tenses at the action, “I just don’t think we’re working out-”

       “We exercise all the time, YN, I think we’re fine.” His voice is rough and guttural, and you notice his hands curling into fists. 

       “You know that’s not what I meant.” You drag your gaze back up to his face, giving him a pleading look and desperately trying to sell your prank.

       “I don’t care,” his jaw clenches and he narrows his vermilion eyes at you, “we’re fine.” The hiss makes you flinch as he stares you down threateningly. Oh shit, he’s fucking scary. 

       You were conflicted; you wanted to be agitated at the fact that he wouldn’t let you break up with him, even though you didn’t really want to end things with him, but you were also touched at the way he wasn’t willing to let you go. However, when his feet stomp loudly against the floor as he approaches you with dilated pupils, fear takes the lead in the race of your emotions. You stumble back at his sudden advancement.

       “Yeah, no, you’re totally right,” you hurriedly agree with him, nodding your head frantically, “I’m good, you’re good, it’s all good.” You give him finger guns and a cheesy smile but his expression never changes. You want to crawl into a hole and die just to avoid his intimidating gaze. 

       “So, um, I’m gonna go to my room now.” 

       “Okay.” With his approval of your release, you hightail it down the hall, barging into your dorm and slamming the door behind you before deflating against it. Hands pressed against your flushed cheeks, you trudge into the bathroom and stare at yourself in the mirror. 

       “What the fuck was that?” you whisper to your reflection. It doesn’t respond, thankfully. The faucet pours cold water that you splash onto your burning face. The beating in your chest is racing so fast it hurts, and you press a hand harshly against it, feeling the swift buh-bumps under your fingertips. That, what had just happened down there, was indeed a failed prank. And now you knew for a fact you were stuck with him. It’s not like you minded that but shit, he was scary! Nope. Never again. No more pranks on Bakugou. 

                              ###

       That night, as you lie in bed beside him, he slowly rolls over to face you, gently dropping an arm over your waist. 

       “Did you really mean it?” he whispers. The room is too dark to spot any emotions on his face, but his words are hesitant. Gulping loudly, you rest a hand on his cheek and throw a leg over his hips. 

       “No, it was just supposed to be a dumb prank.” At your confession, he purses his lips and you start to trace random patterns on his face to ignore your growing blush, ashamed at your actions. 

       “You could’ve just dumped water on me or something,” he gruffly responds, hand pressing into the skin of your back firmly. 

       “Y-yeah, maybe I’ll try that next time.” You look away with a nod and clear your throat. 

       “Just,” he continued, eyes intently focused on the wall to avoid your gaze as well, “don’t ever do that again. I don’t think I could handle it.” Bakugou leans his head into your touch but doesn’t say another word. 

       If you didn’t know any better, or perhaps if you didn’t love him, you would have smirked or snickered, or maybe even pointed out how abnormally gentle he was in that moment. But you weren’t cruel, and you didn’t want to lose the warmth by your side at night. Or the grip around your body during the day. Or his comforting presence every living moment. He was it for you, and you seemed to be it for him. 

       A smile grows on your face at this realization and you run your thumb over his cheek adoringly. The corner of his mouth twitches before you press a kiss against his lips and tuck your face into his chest. 

       “I won’t leave you. Ever.” He smiles into your hair.

        “Good, ‘cause I’m not letting you go.” 

       Yeah, your prank kind of backfired. But hearing him say that made it all worth it.

Guppy Love (Todoroki x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: Fish don’t survive in coffee. You find that out the hard way.

A/N: My God, I love this one so much. Please enjoy!

Word count: 1486

        “Man, you are whipped for her!” Todoroki rolls his eyes at the statement. 

        “No, I’m not.”

        “You liar, you totally like YN!” Kaminari pokes his classmate’s arm obnoxiously. 

        “I don’t like her, so stop going around saying that,” Todoroki monotonously responded. 

        The class froze at the sound of a crash and a scream in the hallway. Suddenly, Mina bursts breathlessly into the room, her eyes wide with terror.

        “Yn fell in the hallway and-”

        Todoroki’s hand bursts into flames on his desk, leaving burns in the wood. 

        “Is she okay?!” He doesn’t wait for an answer before pushing past Mina and sprinting out into the hall. 

        “YN!”

        He finds you collapsed on your knees in the middle of the corridor with puffy eyes and red cheeks.

        “I dropped the fish tank.” You sniffle and shyly hold up a filled coffee cup with an orange creature floating ominously at the surface. “I don’t think Mr. Bubbles is gonna make it.” Your voice is tight with sadness as you stare ashamed into the overflowing cup. 

        “Yn, I’m so sorry.”

        “Can you make some water for him or something?” Your eyes glowed with hope as you stared up at him. 

        “I don’t think-”

        “Please?” Todoroki sighs and gives in, taking a seat next to you on the ground and cupping his hands. In the one, he creates ice, and then proceeds to use the other to melt it. 

        With his fingers clumped tightly together to form a makeshift bowl of water, Todoroki tries not to grimace at the slimy texture of the fish you plop into his hand. 

        Mr. Bubbles doesn’t move. 

        “Maybe he’s just sleeping,” you say hopefully, your eyes locked on the guppy. 

        “Maybe he’s dead.” Todoroki observes your face for a reaction, but you simply bite your lip with drying eyes. 

        “Maybe you’re right,” you mutter before groaning and dropping your face into your hands. Todoroki shifts uncomfortably and sneers at the dead fish floating in his grasp. 

        “What should we do?” you ask. Todoroki’s eyes trail to you before glancing at the nearby courtyard, then returning to your face once more. Catching his drift, you gasp dramatically. 

        “No, I am not leaving him for dead in the middle of the school yard!” 

        “He’s already dead.”

        “I don’t care!” After standing up, you help Todoroki to his feet and cross your arms indignantly. 

        “We should hold a funeral in the bathroom!” You smack your hands together as if you’ve just discovered the cure for cancer. “It’s genius! And tasteful!” 

        “Or we could leave some bird a generous meal in the school courtyard.” You give him a withering glare.

        “All those in favor of holding a memorial service for our beloved Mr. Bubbles, raise your hand.” You raise your hand at your own suggestion then ask, “All those opposed?” Todoroki narrows his eyes at you. Even if he tried to “oppose,” water and dead fish would spill everywhere. 

        “It seems we’ve come to a compromise.” You smile happily at him and clap excitedly. 

        “That was, in no way, a compromise.” The emotion of Todoroki’s face is emptier than a teenage boy’s search history, but you try to ignore how it still manages to make your heart race.

        “No matter! Follow me,” you announce, directing Todoroki to the nearest bathroom... it’s the women’s room.

        “YN no-“ you giddily shove him in with a little too much force and Mr. Bubbles goes on a once in a lifetime (or is it death time?) flight. You both watch in horror as he falls to the ground with a squelching “splat.”

        Nobody makes a sound, completely aghast at the crime scene. The bathroom is hauntingly silent except for the gentle buzzing of the fluorescent lights.

        “I’m not picking him up!” Todoroki mumbles and you shout at the same time, voices clashing noisily. Neither of you wanted to touch the corpse. Swiftly, you look over at your partner in crime and nod your head towards the fish once, twice, three times all the while he’s shaking his head.

        “No way, I already picked up that thing once. It’s your turn.”

        “Oh come on!”

        “Plus, you killed it.” You gasp offensively while he raises his brows. The staredown doesn’t last long and you eventually throw in the towel, pursing your lips and rolling your eyes. Shoes squeaking against the tile, you skulk your way over to the fish.

        “Fine.” Crouching low, you investigate Mr. Bubbles from multiple angles, trying to deduct the best method of transfer. 

        “He’s not just gonna flop himself in, you know.” You hurl a murderous look at Todoroki for the quip before reaching out with pinched fingers towards your flubby friend. 

        “God, this is a bloodbath,” you grimace before tentatively snagging a fin and holding back a gag at it’s slippery texture. 

        “Grossgrossgrossgrossgross,” you repeat all the way to the toilet, unceremoniously tossing Mr. Bubbles into the bowl like a sack of flour. “Oh my Godddd!” you choke out, darting over to the sink and almost slipping in the water puddle Todoroki left on the way. 

        While you clean your hands, your companion peers in at a floating Mr. Bubbles, blanching at the sight of the fish’s blank, bulging eye staring unblinkingly at him. He backs away slowly and you join him by his side, gulping nervously. 

        “Let’s get the party started, shall we?” you ask with a shaky smile. 

        “Sure” is Todoroki’s lame response. You scoff before clearing your throat.

        “Well, Mr. Bubbles, you lived a good, long life-”

        “About two weeks.”

        “And it’s a shame to see you go like this.”

        “Just to be clear, we know it wasn’t your fault-”

        “Zip it, Shouto!” You point a trembling finger at him threateningly and he raises his hands in surrender. 

        “Anyways, even though I tried my very best to save you-”

        “You scooped him into Aizawa’s coffee mug.”

        “It’s still a sad day to watch you go. We will always cherish the memories we shared with you-”

        “Yep, those two that we made. The one where we bought him for two bucks and the other where you overfed him and gave him fish diabetes-”

        “Do you know how it feels to be strangled? Because you’re about to find out.” Arms akimbo, you stare at Todoroki with fierce, wide eyes. He shrugs. “That’s what I thought,” you nodded. 

        As you ramble on to your beloved fish friend, Todoroki can’t help but zone out and think about the situation he has found himself in. For the first time in his life, he’s ditching a class in school, and it’s only to throw a funeral for an over-caffeinated guppy. With anyone else, he would have left twenty minutes ago, but right now he wanted to stay. You were here, and Todoroki never knew why, but he always felt drawn to your presence. He had only known you for two months, but something about you made him want to break down the walls he had built up over the years. You were different, and you valued every moment of life you had. He adored that about you.

        Geez, maybe he was whipped.

        The gentle beating in his chest soon rivaled that of a racing stampede of elephants when you scooted closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder. Your heart sped up too, but you didn’t care to mention it. Instead, you chose to release a shaky breath when his arm slowly encompassed your shoulders. 

        “Um,” you swallow, “did you want to say anything?” 

        Todoroki held in a snort. “No, I’m plenty good.” The room fell into silence once more, but the atmosphere wasn’t solemn for a dead fish funeral. It was tense and shy, filled with teenage anxiousness that only arose when two requited crushes were together in one room. Todoroki started to grow uncomfortable, though.

        “So are you gonna flush him or...?” he trails off.

        “Oh yeah.” You lick your lips nervously and step out of his warm embrace before pressing down the handle. “Goodbye Mr. Bubbles. We wish you well on your journey to the... I don’t know, water heavens or something.” You step away with a shrug back into Todoroki’s hold. All is peaceful, until....

        Clunk clunk.

        Oh crap.

        Both of you watch in horror as the toilet clogs, water rising higher and higher until it overflows, carrying the dead fish with it. Yours and Todoroki’s eyes follow the journey of Mr. Bubbles as he rides a wave all the way to the tips of your shoes, stopping perfectly to stare up at the two of you with vacant, enlarged pupils. 

        You sigh and smack your palm against your face. “I’ll go get the janitor.”

        “I told you we should’ve just hucked him.”

        “Shut it, Shouto.”

One Sorry Idiot in a Tree (Bakugou x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: After Bakugou saw you “flirt” with Kirishima, he wasn’t very happy with you. Gee, I wonder what you could do to make him forgive you. On a completely unrelated note, did you know there was a tree outside his window?

A/N: Just some more writer’s block killin’, don’t mind me. Got this idea from @otpdisaster​ with this prompt. Hope you like it!

Word count: 2305

        It began with small pebbles.

       Dink.

       Dink.

       After twenty minutes of that, you ran out of rocks. Now, you scaled the tree next to the dormitory building of Class 1-A like Rapunzel’s prince, prepared to get Bakugou’s attention by any means necessary. A branch, not exactly sturdy-looking, but enough, extended out perfectly to your boyfriend’s window. Before you tapped on it, you grimaced at the sight of the small cracks you had left in the glass from rock-throwing. 

       Oops.

       The night was cold but the full moon provided enough light for you to koala-climb your way across the tree branch to his window, hanging on for dear life whenever it swayed in the wind. The bark made indents in your hands from you gripping it like no tomorrow, but you were desperate to speak with him. Finally, you made across enough to reach out with one trembling arm. 

       Tap tap.

       “Why did he have to live on the fourth floor?” you mutter to yourself shakily, knocking on the glass once more before pulling back and clinging to the tree as evil winds from Satan himself tried to blow you up and away. So… guess I have a fear of heights now.

       At last, the curtains covering Bakugou’s window were ripped away as the blond glared out into the night, only for his eyes to widen in surprise.

       “YN?!” he exclaimed. Or at least you think he did. The thickness of the building muffled his words, so it was actually more like “Mphfmpfhmlpfhf?” He was now enraged and shouting at you through the pane, eyes glaring furiously in true Bakugou fashion. He was about ready to throw hands, approaching your form with heavy stomps you could hear from all the way outside, but he… you know, couldn’t reach you. 

       Throughout this whole fiasco, you were chuckling under your breath while watching him like a wild gorilla in a zoo enclosure. Then suddenly, Bakugou’s expression saddened and he withdrew from the window, sitting on his bed and just staring at you with arms hanging motionlessly at his side. You figured he was bummed he couldn’t beat the shit out of you when you were swaying back and forth on a forty-foot tree. You puffed a warm breath on the glass and reached out with a trembling hand, shakily writing “r u ok?” backwards. 

       Bakugou’s brows furrowed as he read the note (you wrote the “k” wrong) before scoffing and hissing words at you. Either he hadn’t figured out you couldn’t hear him, or this was his last push for you to learn how to read lips. Either way, you were over it. You shook your head and pointed to your ear, only to scream in fright when you lost balance and almost dropped to your chilly, forty-foot death. Bakugou jumped up from his bed and sprinted toward you, his palms slamming against the glass barrier while he shouted your name in a panic. 

       You, on the other hand, prayed to every god above and under the sun while you swung back and forth, hanging upside down and hugging the tree branch tightly to your chest.

       “Oh, son of a bitch, thank God!” you laugh in relief before wiggling yourself upright on the thin, outstretched bark. Bakugou’s forehead slapped against the window as he sighed thankfully, his breath causing the pane to fog. He caught sight of this and wrote you a message with a clenched jaw. 

       “R u ok???” In his haste, he had forgotten to write it backwards, and you giggled at the sight before nodding. He narrows his eyes at you and flips you off. You laugh and do the same while straddling the tree branch, clouds streaming from your mouth every time you breathe with the chilly temperatures. 

       “Goddamnit it’s freezing out here,” you mumble, teeth chattering. Normally, you would hug yourself and rub your arms up and down to gather warmth, but right now… no. Never. Yes, you were the idiot who climbed a tree to ask her boyfriend for forgiveness, but you weren’t the idiot who died falling out of a tree after climbing it to ask for forgiveness. Stupidity was your style, but dying stupidly was just pitiful. 

       Ever so slowly, you scooched your way down the branch, holding in a breath as it dipped with your weight while you reached out to write another message. “I’m sorry.”

       The blond read the note while a muscle in his jaw twitched. His arms hung limply at his side once more, but his hands still curled into fists at the words. With glowing, scarlet eyes, he snarled at you and plumped down into his spinny desk chair, fingers gripping the arm rests tightly.

       “At least he didn’t close the blinds yet.” Your chest fills with hope and you smile gently, wiping away the old message and drawing a new one.

       “I didn’t mean to piss you off.” 

       Your brain hurt from the amount of effort you had to put into writing that whole spiel backwards, but he was worth it. Your fingers turning blue? Yeah, that was kind of a problem. You blow hot air on the one hand before transferring and blowing on the other, watching and waiting for Bakugou’s reaction as you do. 

       His eyes run over the note once, then twice, then one more time until you realize he’s actually watching your form and rolling his eyes. Still, the blinds remain open, and you whisper a “Yes!” Extending your arm once again, you write another message. 

       “I love u.” You sketch a heart along with it, although it looks more like a fat, seated camel thanks to your trembling hands. 

       The message, however, still pleases the furious boyfriend, and you’d like to think he had whipped out his phone and taken pictures of you to remind himself on a terrible day that you loved him dearly. You know, rather than the less desirable, more realistic theory that he was going to blackmail you with it later and present it to his friends.

       “Oh, fuck you, dickhead!” you shout at the window, shaking a middle finger at him as emphatically as you can. Shit, why aren’t there any other physical gestures of hatred? My finger’s getting cold. It was getting more of a work-out than the rest of your hands, so you supposed you couldn’t complain too much. With Bakugou as your boyfriend, you were surprised your middle fingers didn’t have six-packs by now.

       Ooh, speaking of six-packs.

       The blond cackled in his room while reclaiming his seat, the motion causing his shirt to fly up slightly and reveal- Jesus fuck. Who gave him permission to have that?

       Shaking away the distraction, you give him a sarcastic smile and laugh before writing one last time. 

       “Ok, so do u forgive me?”

       You lean back and huff, waiting for his response while he assesses the message. At last, he purses his lips and rises slowly from the chair. The light glowing from his room pushed away the darkness around you enough for you to inspect your bluing fingers while you waited for a response. 

        Inside the warm, toasty building, Bakugou scoffed at your trembling form. That didn’t stop the fond smile from growing on his face, but maybe, just maybe you deserved it this round. Ah, fuck it. His eyes glinted when he came up with the perfect message.

       “Yes, I love u too.” 

       However, halfway through drawing this on the slightly-chilled glass that froze his precious fingertips, your form disappeared from his peripheral vision. 

       What.

       Bakugou’s face turned into pure panic when he spotted the cracked, jagged edges of a broken tree branch in your place. 

       “Oh shit! YN!” 

       Your boyfriend charged down the stairwell, loud curses trailing behind him in echoes as he busted ass down the steps. At last, the door was in sight as he blasted through it and out into the dark night, setting off the occasional explosion to light up his surroundings. Then he spotted your form, silent and unmoving next to a broken tree branch. 

       “YN!” the blond roared, sprinting towards you at break-neck speed and dropping on his knees next to you. Your eyes were shut and your lips were barely open, releasing small puffs of air every few seconds. Still, you didn’t make a sound, even when Bakugou patted you anxiously on the cheek. 

       “YN wake up, I swear to God.” You didn’t respond. He fell back on his knees and reached up to his scalp, hands digging in and yanking on the strands frustratedly.

       “Fuck, YN, please!” 

       Nothing. Tears pricked his eyes.

       “Come on! I forgive you, just please come back!” Your eyes peeled open at that and you let out a snort. 

       “Seriously, I have to fall out of a tree to get you to forgive me? You’re kind of a dic- foof.” Any air in your lungs was forced out as Bakugou snatched up your cold body and held you close, squeezing you tighter and tighter with every passing second. It was warm at first, so you relaxed into it, but then it started to feel like a strangling.

       “O-kay,” you choked out, patting his back, “I yield, I yield.” He held you impossibly closer just one more second and your eyes almost bulged out of your head before he leaned away, glaring at you with damp cheeks. 

       “Don’t ever do that again.” 

       “Do what? Flirt with Kirishima or fall out of a tree?”

       “Both.” He avoided your tender gaze and tensed up when your hands palmed his cheeks, wiping away any and all stray tears. 

       “Okay,” you whispered. “I promise.” 

       “Good.” He pushed away your grasp and rose up off the ground, glaring at his feet while holding out a hand. “Now come on. Your hands are fucking icicles.”

       You scoff. “Yeah, no thanks to you, dipwad.” Nonetheless, you accept his offer and stand up, cringing at his white-knuckled grip on your hand while he leads you into the dorm building. 

       “I didn’t ask you to scale a fucking tree to beg for forgiveness,” he grumbles.

       “I didn’t ask you to get all jealous and mopey after I asked Kirishima for a pencil!” you counter.

       “You didn’t ask for a pencil, you asked for his wood!” You can’t help but snicker at the memory.

       “Hehe, yeah. You should’ve seen how red his face got, too! Especially when I reached over and stole it.” You smack your knee while wheezing with laughter. “He looked so fucking scared!” 

       “It’s not that funny.” Bakugou shook his head and rolled his eyes. Your hands were so concerningly blue that all he could focus on was leading you back to his room.

       “-and his face was all like, ‘Oh shit!’” Your amused howls echoed throughout the dorm halls before stopping suddenly as the smile dropped off your instantly serious face. “I think the cold is getting to me.”

       “Yeah, no shit,” Bakugou grumbles, kicking open his door and slamming it shut after tugging you inside. “Strip.”

       “Excuse me?”

       “You’re excused. Now strip.” Your brows furrowed and you smacked his chest lightly. 

       “Listen up, pervert. I’m not stripping for you or anyone el- O-okay.” Mid-sentence, Bakugou had whipped out his trump card on you. Now, he stood shirtless and pantless in the middle of his room, giving you an expectant look. My man is hella ripped. You gulped while eye-fucking him. You wished there was no eye.

       “Who’s the pervert now?” he smirked, taking a seat on the far end of the bed so his back faced you. “There, I’m not looking. Now strip.” 

       To be fair, you knew there was some logic to his words. There was something about having to be completely nude, or at least in drier clothes, when someone was trying to fend off hypothermia. You didn’t care to think too much about it. Right now, your herculean boyfriend was demanding you to hop into bed (partially) naked with him. You weren’t always stupid. 

       After tossing your clothes into his laundry basket near the door, you slipped under the covers and poked him in his sturdy back. Are back muscles a kink? Shit, those temperatures out there had really messed with your head. Or maybe it was the fall? He got the message and joined you under the blankets, his arms instinctively wrapping around your frozen waist and pulling you close. You sigh and nuzzle into his warm chest, relaxing easily thanks to his body heat. Finally having a moment of clarity, you decided to apologize. 

       “I really am sorry for pissing you off like that.” You stared deeply into his eyes while nervously picking at the bedsheets. 

       “It’s okay.” 

       “It was pretty romantic when I climbed that tree for you, though, wasn’t it?” Bakugou sighed and tugged you closer by your cold hips. 

       “Yes, yes it was-”

       “I knew it!” you shouted, wiggling next to him in bed with victory. 

       “Shut up over there!” Kirishima shouted from next door. Your eyes widened with shame.

       “Sorry!” you shouted back before groaning and running your hands down your warmed face, peeking out from in between fingers when Bakugou released a small chuckle. The noise was deep and melodic, and you were addicted to it the instant you heard it.

       Yes, you were an idiot. And you would gladly stay one if you got to end every day with that laugh in your ears. 

       You were his idiot.

Nail Polish and Peer Pressure (Bakugou x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: You just wanted to paint your nails in his room, but Bakugou always had to throw a hissy fit. No matter; revenge can take many forms. 

A/N: Google searched “asshole synonyms” for this. I ain’t sorry. Not my best work, but I really wanted to write something, so please enjoy!

Word count: 1220

        “Hey, YN, thanks for the badass nail polish. It’s super manly!”

       “Of course Kirishima!”

       That ticked him off. Even his best friend had gotten his nails painted by you. The whole class was now writing, tapping, and gesturing with their painted nails however they could, and it was all thanks to your seemingly endless supply of that toxic shit. Bakugou was sick of it. 

       It all began a couple days ago, when the blond and you were hanging out in his own room.

                               ###

       “What the hell is that smell?” Your boyfriend sniffed the air with distaste, looking over from the computer he had been playing on. There you were, sitting on his bed with a bottle of polish precariously balanced on one thigh. The other leg was a makeshift surface on which you painted your nails maroon. 

       “Seriously?”

       “Seriously what?” you asked obliviously.

       “Get that nasty shit off my bed before you spill it!” he demanded, spinning around in his chair to face you. He glared at the bottle you innocently gestured at him.

       “What, this? You’re really that scared I’m gonna ruin your precious sheets with a little nail polish? C’mon Katsuki, I’m not that clumsy.” He scoffs at your obvious lie and raises a brow at you. You purse your lips and roll your eyes, giving in. “All right fine, you’re right! But I’ll be careful, I swear.” Following your plea, you throw out your best weapon imaginable: puppy dog eyes. 

       It was ineffective.

       “No, now close that shit before the stench becomes permanent.” He turns back to his computer without another word and returns to his game. 

       “Fine,” you stand up and walk over to his door, awkwardly trying to open with your elbows since your fingers weren’t exactly dry yet. “Then I’ll go do this elsewhere.”

       “Fine.”

                               ###

       Since then, you’ve been painting everyone in the class’s nails, even the guys. Just three days ago he had walked in on you adorning Deku’s hands with emerald green in the common area. Jealousy was his initial reaction, as all he could see was the small twerp’s hands near your lap as you giggled. Then it got worse to see his fingers resting on your thighs while you chatted and laughed together. 

       “YN!” Bakugou had shouted at you. You glanced up with wide eyes from your task, then recognized the look in your boyfriend’s eyes.

       “Oh calm down, Katsuki. It’s not like you were gonna let me paint your nails.” Bakugou almost exploded at your tone. “Besides, Izuku was just wondering what all the fuss was about. There’s nothing wrong with wanting pretty nails.” Those words combined with the fact that you had called that loser by his name pushed the blond over the edge. He was slowly being driven insane.

                               ###

       “Hey YN, some girls at the mall yesterday totally complimented my nails. Thanks again!” the bubbly gravity girl spouted. Bakugou’s arm tightened around your shoulder at the praise, and he snarled at the sight of disembodied hot pink nails floating into the classroom. 

       “I absolutely adore the sparkles you gave me, YN. You’re a goddess!” Aoyama praised next, twirling around and waving his hands in front of yours and Bakugou’s faces before dramatically falling into his seat. This was ridiculous. 

       Everyone, and he meant everyone in the classroom except for him had painted nails of all colors. “Oh, you gotta be kidding me,” the miserable future hero muttered as he watched Todoroki pass with red and white nails. “I’m gonna hurl.”

       He missed the smug smirk that grew on your face, and you swiftly kiss him on the cheek before separating and returning to your own desk just as the bell rang. 

       It was only a matter of time.

                               ###

       Deku stood over the bruised and beaten blond, shoving his painted hands in front of his face while laughing victoriously. “Well, well, well, looks like I finally beat you, Kacchan,” the green-haired boy boasted. Bakugou only groaned in pain on the hard asphalt of the street, unable to move as the bruises began to darken. 

       “I guess you could say it was all thanks to these,” he continued, flashing his emerald nails near Bakugou’s two black eyes. “Tell YN I’m grateful-”

       Bakugou sprang up from his bed in a cold sweat, gasping and feeling his body for any bruises, only to come up clean. “It was all a nightmare,” he groaned, ducking his head miserably into his hands. “This is fucking stupid.” And yet, why did he want to go to your room now? The pupil-burning red digits of his alarm clock told him it was too late; it was midnight. But he didn’t care. If Bakugou had one more stupid nightmare over fucking nail polish, he was going to lose it. 

                               ###

       “YN!” Who the hell? “YN, open up! Open the goddamn door, YN!” Your boyfriend. Of course. Checking your phone, you moaned at the time while slumping off your bed and onto the floor, worming your way to the entrance an enraged blond currently stood behind. 

       “Did you bring me food?” 

       “What? No-”

       “A stuffed animal?”

       “No! I-”

       “Then why in the goddamn fuck are you here at-” you whip open your door and glare into his crimson eyes, “the asscrack of dawn?” Your menacing whisper was challenged with a raised brow.

       “It’s only twelve.”

       “It’s only bedtime,” you mocked with a sneer. “What do you need?”

       “You need to paint my nails.” Oh, oh this was good. Who needed prank TV shows when you could have all this? You disguised your victorious expression by dropping your head and groaning dramatically. Sweet, sweet revenge was near, and you could almost taste that salty bitch. 

       “Fineeee. But wash your hands first.” He tried to object, but you cut him off with a wave of your hand. “I’m not painting over your crusty-ass sleep nails.” 

       “The fuck are ‘sleep nails’?” your blondy grumbled under his breath, but nonetheless made his way over to your bathroom. Trembling excitedly after watching him walk away, you swiftly texted the class group chat you had made a week ago with great news. 

You: U guys can remove ur nail polish now. Bakugou finally gave in ;)

Kaminari: Thank GODDD, I’m done with this yellow crap on my fingers

Kirishima: Me too, but at least we’ll finally get to see Bakugou with girly nails

Mina: Man, I’m gonna miss my pink sparkles!!

You: It’ll be worth it, trust me

       You set your phone down just as Bakugou turned off the lights in your bathroom, but the buzzing of notifications continued. 

       “What asshole is texting you at midnight?”

       “Probably the same kind of knucklehead that would yell at me through my door at midnight.”

       He scoffs before flopping down onto your bed beside you. “Whatever, let’s just get this over with.”

       “Wonderful.” Your eyes twinkle wickedly as you open your nightstand drawer, displaying a wide array of nail polishes even a rainbow would be jealous of. “So what color were you thinking?”

Ignorance is Bliss (Bakugou x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: Confessing to you has turned into quite the hassle for Bakugou, as you seem to be totally oblivious to every single one of his ideas. From notes to jewelry, you don’t notice a single thing he tries to anonymously give you. Surely you weren’t that ignorant, were you?

A/N: I desire sleep. I just wanna sleep…. Anyways, here’s another Bakugou oneshot, because it’s just so easy to get ideas for him. This time, poor explody boy’s just confused. Again, thank you guys so much for the likes and follows, and please enjoy!

Word count: 3349

        To Bakugou you were… tolerable. However, in his case, those were pretty high marks. And it was because you were so tolerable that he found himself okay with the idea of hanging out with you more. He was fine with seeing you around after school, or maybe at the movies. Maybe even in his dorm room- okay, he was crushing on you. Hard. Hard enough that he found himself wanting to ask you out. 

        At first, Bakugou tried to ask for the annoying redhead’s help, but that didn’t work out so well. 

        “What about getting her candy and a teddy bear, and then telling her how you feel? Girls like that stuff,” Kirishima had innocently suggested.

        “What is she, five? Fuck no.” He shut down his sturdy friend instantly. After that, the blond had told his companion that he would figure it out on his own. If on his own meant he used Google. To be fair, it was the only other resource Bakugou could depend on at this point. So he searched up what girls like, and found a whole bunch of mumbo jumbo he didn’t really have the money for, but they were worth trying out anyway. The first thing on the list? Flowers. All right, he could afford that. 

        The next day, the blond hero-in-training barged into class much earlier than he ever had, even earlier than the loud-mouthed class captain, and plopped down a hefty bouquet of roses along with a small note attached saying who it was from in the middle of your desk. And then he waited. 

        When you finally showed up, Bakugou was practically snoring in his chair, reclined back with a small dribble of drool crawling down his chin. You didn’t greet him, but you never did, so that wasn’t unexpected. What was, however, was your reaction to his gift.

        “Who the fuck left their garden on my seat?” you exclaimed with disdain. The volume was loud enough to jumpstart the blond from his slumber. He furrowed his brows at your question, now wide awake. Here’s the thing, Bakugou knew you were a cusser. It was one of the few things he liked about you. But the fact that you had cussed at his gift... well, that kind of ticked him off. 

        “What’s wrong with them?” he demanded, but before you could respond, a loud sneeze echoed around the room. 

        Sniffing harshly, you untucked your face from your elbow and inspected the damage before replying, “I’m allergic to their pollen, dumbass.” Pinching the bouquet’s stems between your thumb and forefinger, you held it as far away from your face as you could while you carried it over to the trash. Bakugou’s voice stuck in his throat before he could try to stop you, so he could only watch in horror as you hovered the gift over the plastic bin. Watching his personal note work free from between two stems, the blond clenched his jaw and seethed silently when it gracefully floated to the bottom of the empty bin. 

        “Aww, YN, are you really throwing those roses away? They’re so pretty!” Uraraka spoke up, just then stepping into the classroom. She pouted sadly at the sight. 

        “Well, do you want them?” you offered, extending Bakugou’s gift towards her. 

        “Umm sure. I guess I’ll take them if you really don’t want them!” she agreed, accepting the bouquet and taking a whiff before thanking you. As you told her it was no problem, Bakugou curled his hands into fists and sneered. 

        “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

                                ###

        That night, the blond student consulted his old friend Google once more for advice, leering over his glowing laptop and scouring for anything that might help him woo you. “A poem, huh? Ugh, do girls really like that sappy shit?” You best believe he copied one of Shakespeare’s most popular pieces and dropped it off at your door signed with his name the next morning. Plagiarism be damned, he really wanted to go out with you. After watching the love note flutter to the ground face-down, he quickly knocked on your door and rushed away, peeking out from the wall of another hallway while he waited for you to answer. 

        “Okay, who the fu- what the hell?” you wondered aloud, whipping open your door and angrily peering out only to see no one. Glancing around, your eyes finally spotted the white paper on the floor. Lifting it up, you observed the backside of the note with a scrunched nose. Shrugging dismissively, you crumble up the slip of paper with both hands while grumbling under your breath, “Fucking litterers,” before throwing the ball into the trash can outside your door. After you returned inside your room, Bakugou came out from behind the wall and stared at where you had stood, totally and utterly dumbfounded. Were you really that stupid? Surely you were kidding with him, right? You didn’t seriously just throw away his love letter after only looking at the blank side, did you?

        Shaking his head, Bakugou abruptly remembered that yes, you have done dumber things. Just thinking off the top of his head, he could remember many incidents where you completely amazed him with your own idiocy before he ever thought much of your presence. For example, one time you had been so tired that you had run into the wall directly next to Class 1-A’s entrance, then proceeded to yell at it, “Move dumbass!” So yes, yes he could believe you had just thrown away his confession note obliviously. Bakugou shook his head at the memory before rubbing his temples, walking back to his own room to plot yet another tactic of confession.

                                ###

        Google was a godsend, and had provided him with the perfect gift. Jewelry! How had he completely managed to forget how much women love jewelry. Over the weekend, Bakugou had managed to convince Kirishima to buy him a necklace for you, one that was “your style.” In the end, his redheaded classmate arrived at school on Monday with a silver heart encasing a crimson stone on a metal chain. After silently thanking Kirishima with a small nod, Bakugou couldn’t help the small curl of the corners of his mouth while he lifted the locket up to glimmer in the fluorescent light of the classroom. His hard-headed companion, however, seemed a little disappointed in the gift. 

        “Look dude, I really don’t think YN is going to like that. She’s not really that kind of girl,” Kirishima insisted, a little concerned at how his friend would react if yet another confession plan failed. 

        “Trust me, this time I’ll get her. Plus, you know how all women love jewelry, it’s foolproof,” Bakugou assured his friend with a smirk eyes still set on the necklace. Patting Kirishima on the chest, the blond gestured for him to observe as he set down the necklace on your desk and made his way back, both preparing to watch your reaction. The redhead pursed his lips and bit them anxiously while his friend squinted with impatience. Finally, you entered the classroom and Bakugou had to hold back a fist pump. After all, he wasn’t victorious yet. Sitting down in your seat, you didn’t appear to notice the necklace, and the blond flinched harshly when you ignorantly dropped your bag on top of it. An apologetic hand settled onto his shoulder, and Bakugou was too stunned at your utter obliviousness to things right in front of you to shrug off Kirishima. 

                                ###

        He had watched you all day in class, and nothing. You hadn’t acknowledged the necklace at all, and you didn’t even notice when your notebook had accidentally pushed it off the table. The future hero’s eye twitched and his hands began to tingle in irritation. You had to be screwing with him! How ignorant could you be? 

        It wasn’t until after school when he discovered you had, in fact, noticed the necklace, but for all the wrong reasons. Miserably dragging his feet to his room, he had passed the common area, only to hear your heart-stopping voice. Halting in his tracks, he backtracked until he could see you and the pink freak standing in the middle of the room and conversing. Eavesdropping slightly, he leaned his head in to hear better. 

        “Oh YN, that’s so cute,” Ashido gushed, holding her hands to her cheeks as she observed the necklace you held in between the two of you. “Who gave it to yo-”

        “How much do you think it could sell for?” you asked distractedly, scrutinizing the gem in the center of the silver heart before peering back up at your classmate curiously. 

        “Well, i-isn’t it a gift?” she replied, her usually bright voice dropping with a lilt of uncertainty.

        “I don’t know,” you shrugged casually, “I just found it lying around.” Umm, no. Bakugou vividly remembered setting it down quite obviously in the center of your desk. Maybe you needed a nice, new pair of glasses. That could be his next gift. 

        Mina shifted excitedly from foot-to-foot with her hands folded in front of her heart before enthusiastically suggesting, “Well, why don’t you just keep it? It is really pretty!” 

        Pursing your lips, you looked at her with an “are you serious” face before promptly responding, “Because it’s not mine, duh. That would be rude, Mina.” 

        Distractedly peering back down at the necklace, you made your way to the exit of the common area with Ashido bewilderedly shouting after you, “And selling it isn’t?!” 

                                ###

        In a last ditch effort to grab your attention and confess, Bakugou made his way to the mall and searched for a clothing store you seemed to absolutely adore. On many of your clothes resided the word “Pink,” and the blonde student could distantly remember his mom always dragging through malls and passing by a shop with the exact same name. 

        Now, as he stood in front of the bright, highly feminine store, he couldn’t help but sneer disgustedly at its neighbor. Shuddering (and blushing) at the sight, he stepped into the original store, only to bare his teeth at the sight of the one register being in the connecting room. In that store. Bakugou groaned aloud, attracting attention from most of the customers and workers in the area. Snarling back at them, the blond continued to his original goal, wandering into the other, darker half of the shop. 

        “Why the hell are they the same store?!” he muttered to himself with a grossed out expression, all while keeping his head low to avoid staring at the rather lewd clothing around him. Although, it seemed unavoidable at a certain point when Bakugou accidentally ran into a table, looking up to find his path once more only to make eye contact with string. That’s it, he swore that’s all it was. Just… string. What the hell is that gonna do?! His face burned at the sight and he clenched his jaw tightly, searching for the checkout area so he could finish his business and get the hell out of this place. 

        At last, he reached his destination and slammed his palms down on the counter, causing the cashier to flinch with frightened eyes. “Gimme a Pink gift card. Twenty-five dollars,” Bakugou demanded harshly. The girl in front of him instantly lost her patience at the order, and she had to force on a fake smile before replying. 

        “Sorry sir,” her voice was snide. “We only have Victoria’s Secret gift cards here.”

        “Whatever, just give me a damn card,” he barked, shoving the cash into her hands. The teen boy was growing seriously uncomfortable in this place, and he despised that feeling. 

        “Here you go. Have a nice day!” the worker sarcastically chimed, beaming at how anxious he appeared. His lip curled at her tone and he grumbled under his breath as he navigated his way out of the vulgar store. 

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        Bakugou’s hands trembled as he set down the card on your desk. He was still shaken up over that stupid store, but whenever Kirishima asked him about it, he just shook off the question, mumbling about how he didn’t want to talk about it. Crashing down into his desk, Bakugou miserably shoved his chin into his hands, resting over the surface and waiting impatiently for you to see his gift. He wasn’t stupid this round. In a brightly colored, anonymous card, the blond had written about how he liked you and how he wanted you to buy yourself something nice. It was a genius plan, as now he didn’t have to worry about buying you something. Oh man, if only he had put his damn name on it. 

        When you walked into the chattering classroom and sat in your seat, you inspected the card thoroughly, even poking at it with your goddamn pencil. What the hell? Either way, when you finally opened it like a big girl and watched the special gift card drop unceremoniously onto your desk, you didn’t make a sound. You just… stared. You were totally silent, breathing evenly with a blank face as you inspected the card like it had the secrets to the world. Evidently, you didn’t want to know those secrets, as you abruptly pushed up out of your chair, ever-so gracefully banging it into the desk behind you. Your eyes were dark and unreadable, and you hair acted as a curtain around your face while your fingers braced against the desktop. It was like you were burning the hot pink words printed on the gift card into your brain. 

        Finally, you looked up and stared ahead at the teacher’s board while your face slowly grew enraged. “Mineta, you little creep! I’m gonna kick your ass!” Bakugou jumped at your outburst, observing shakily as you swiftly turned your head to the pint-sized, purple student in the corner of the room. As a result, the little squirt screamed in terror and ran away. You chased him out of the room, and Bakugou couldn’t help but bite his lip tentatively while staring blankly at where you had stood. 

        Kirishima, also shaken by your sudden outburst, made his way over to his best friend’s desk, glancing at yours along the way. Spotting what had made you so upset, the redhead groaned and dragged a hand down his face while shaking his head. “Seriously, Bakugou, Victoria’s Secret? That was your genius idea?” The blond nodded in a daze. “If she ever finds out,” he continued, “she’s going to murder you.” Bakugou could only nod in agreement, still shocked at your reaction to the gift. Was it really that perverted? 

        Helplessly, he stares up at his friend with desperation dripping from his face, whispering a small, “Help me.” Kirishima beams brightly at the admission, placing his hands on his hips.

        “Finally willing to listen, huh?”

        “Don’t push it.” Bakugou massages his temples, exhausted from the week's events. 

        “Don’t you worry, buddy. I have the perfect idea.”

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        There was still a small, minuscule chance that Kirishima was wrong, right? Bakugou could care less at this point, he just wanted to confess to you. You were strong, stubborn, loud-mouthed, arrogant, and infuriating. He loved it. Ever since you had insulted him back and then proceeded to kick his ass almost beat him up during a training session, he had fallen for you. Which was why he had gone to such lengths for you. He wanted to get you the perfect gift to return all the fuzzy, totally lame feelings you had given him. And apparently, according to Kirishima, a little bunny stuffed animal and a box of chocolates were the best way to begin to do that. The redhead had claimed that gifts wouldn’t make any girl, especially you, fall in love with him instantaneously. Bakugou was doubtful, but according to how all his previous plans had crashed and burned into one spectacularly extravagant trainwreck, he had no room to judge. 

        While letting those thoughts run rampant in his head, the normally tumultuous hero-in-training stood silently in front of your door, awkwardly waiting for you to answer after he had painfully knocked on it with his forehead. What was he supposed to do; his hands were chock full of stuffed rabbit and chocolates. Breathing a sigh of relief when the door opened to reveal you with a soft, sly smile, he shoved his new gifts towards you. 

        “I like you,” he mumbled apprehensively, looking to the side to prevent you from seeing his flushed cheeks. You could barely hear him, but you knew. Oh yeah, you definitely knew. 

        “Took you long enough,” you teased, hugging the presents to your chest. “No offense, but your other gifts were shit. Oh, aside from this.” Fiddling with the heart necklace and giving him a lopsided grin, you tossed the bunny and the chocolates onto your bed behind you before grabbing him by his wrists and tugging him inside, him stumbling in after you with a dropped jaw. “Speaking of, if you really want me to buy new lingerie, I’ll bring you along next time.” You laughed cheekily as Bakugou’s cheeks grew a darker shade of red, and he muttered at you to shut up. 

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        Bakugou’s arm tightened around your shoulder as you pushed open the door to the classroom, giggling at his deadpan joke while the corner of his mouth quirked up at your bright smile. Directing you to your seat, he released your shoulder and groaned while dropping your bag to the ground. “Ugh, why is that thing so heavy?” he whined, glaring at the weighted object. Laughing at his pain, the pair of you suddenly tense up at a smaller presence behind you. Instantaneously, the both of you grow pissed, you whipping around and glaring while Bakugou wraps his arm around your waist possessively. 

        “What do you want, pipsqueak?” your boyfriend hissed at Mineta. 

        The shorter male’s eyes widened and he took a barely noticeable step back before standing tall once more and proudly announcing, “YN, I was hoping you’ve come to your senses today and realized that you have wrongfully blamed me for a despicable, unthinkable action!” Well, he wasn’t exactly wrong, but that didn’t mean you wanted to admit defeat. Especially to him. Sneering and opening your mouth to respond, the little grape lifted a finger to pause you and continued, “I will, however, forgive you in exchange for a generous kiss.” Ignoring your disgusted look, Mineta closed his eyes and puckered his lips, only to open them once more at the sound of explosions. 

        Bakugou’s grip on your side was practically bruising, while his other hand was raised with an eruptive display for all to see. Snarling ferociously, the blond’s voice was gruff and threatening as he lowly warned, “You better get a head start while you can. I’m gonna beat your ass, you little creep.” Bakugou’s scarlet eyes were glaring nastily at Mineta, and if looks could kill,... well, you know the rest. The purple-haired pervert stumbled back a couple steps before he whimpered and spun around on his toes, hightailing it out of the classroom. Bakugou smiled at the sight and turned to brush his lips against yours. You placed your hand on the back of his neck to hold him there for a couple seconds, gently nibbling on his lower lip before finally pulling away. The tingles his soft kiss left behind compelled you to keep your eyes and revel in the waves of pleasure they evoked. You were content, at least until a loud bang ripped your eyes open. It was the door to the classroom swinging open as you saw the blond hair of your boyfriend disappear into the hallway. 

        “You purple son of a bitch!”

        Wincing at the roar, you hesitantly sat at your desk, sucking air through your teeth and fiddling with the silver locket around your neck.  “Oopsies.”

Hurts to Forget (Bakugou x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: After getting into a scuffle with a villain, you get knocked unconscious and retain minor injuries. At least you thought they were minor. But according to the destructive blond who had blasted his way into your hospital room, your brain might be a little more damaged than you first thought. 

A/N: You get amnesia. That’s it, that’s the story. Really cute, really sad. I hope it’s as good as I think it is… either way, enjoy!

Word count: 2960

        Rain dribbled outside your hospital window while you stared in wonder at the needle lodged in your hand. Wait, was it wonder? Nope, you were wrong; it was agitation. Every now and then you would move to grab your glass of water on the table next to you or take a look at your phone, only to hiss in pain at the sudden jab. You get used to it, my ass, you thought to yourself, rolling your eyes at the nurse’s words. You couldn’t even move to, ehm, unwedge the paper-thin hospital gown you were forced to wear. 

      “This is ridiculous,” you muttered, and the nurse standing in the corner of your room with a clipboard finally peered up, if only to serve you a dirty look. You twitched your eyebrows in response and she heaved a large sigh, pushing up off the counter she had been leaning back on. 

      Setting down the clipboard on your legs, she refilled your water glass while occasionally glancing up at you. “I know this sucks, but you hit your head pretty hard, so we need to monitor you in case there’s any serious damage,” she insisted, but the pity in her eyes told you differently. Had they already found the damage? Handing you the cup, she reached for the clipboard once more, preparing to ask the same questions you had answered about a million times by now. 

      “Nope,” you stopped her, “I’ve already told you one too many times before. It’s March thirty-first, my name is YN YLN, I go to U.A. High School, and I’m tired of these stupid questions. I remember everything that happened, so just let me go home!” you pleaded. 

      “YN,” she sighed again, “I’m sorry, I truly am, but this is for your well-being. The symptoms of serious brain damage can take hours to show, and these precautionary steps need to be taken for your health.” Your hands dropped down on the hospital bed beside you and you groaned in exasperation. 

      “You’ve gotta be kidding meee-” your guttural whining was interrupted by a loud bang down the hall from your door. Both you and the nurse looked at each other with frightened eyes. You jumped into action, pulling out your needle and ignoring the liquid that splashed everywhere while you hopped out of bed, but your companion was faster, more prepared. 

      “Sit back down,” she ordered seriously. Her eyes were wide and intimidating, and this was the one time you were actually scared enough to listen. Slowly, you lowered yourself back down on the now-soaked bed, but sat on the edge so as to be ready for anything. Hesitantly, the nurse tiptoed over to the door, and you held your breath in anticipation. 

      The storm arrived and the calm ended when your door literally blasted open and a wave of heat hit you. Choking on the fumes, you barely noticed your nurse get slammed into the wall next to the room’s entrance thanks to the explosion. A figure walked through the smoke and you stood, preparing to fight even though your knees wobbled and your hands shook. 

      “Dammit dumbass, what the hell were you thinking?!” The enraged voice made your racing heart skip, and your defensive stance faltered. “Your stupid ass could have gotten killed, then what?! What am I supposed to do when you’re dead?!” The nonsensical shouting was soon joined by the appearance of a blonde guy stepping closer and closer to your trembling form. His brows were furrowed and his teeth were bared in a snarl. Who is this dickhead? You resisted the urge to gasp at his words, knowing you would choke on the hot air around you anyways.

      “Umm, I think you have the wrong room, dude,” you mumbled with a pointless shrug, suddenly finding the speckled floor fascinating. You braced for impact, maybe another explosion, but it never came. 

      “What is your dumbass on about?” His tone was quieter, and now he seemed more concerned than irate. Surprised at the abrupt mood shift, you glanced back up at his face. Oh wow, his eyes are gorgeous. Maybe crimson was your new favorite color, but this guy’s bitter attitude was kind of ruining it for you. 

      “Hey! Who are you calling a dumbass, dumbass?” you retorted lamely. It was all you could come up with, and to be honest, this guy was giving you quite the headache. Either way, that seemed to enliven the eruptive blond once more. 

      “What are you, stupid? It’s me, idiot, and now’s not the time to joke. Tell me what happened.” Okay, this boy and his repetitiveness was getting on your nerves. Glancing up at the ceiling, you prayed for grace and patience while dealing with your unwelcome visitor. After exhaling loudly into his face, you shouldered past him and trudged over to your unconscious nurse through the rubble he had caused. 

      “Look jerkwad, like I’ve said, you’ve got the wrong room.” Using your super strength, you picked her up and lugged her over to your own bed, unceremoniously dropping her before dusting off your hands and swinging back around to face the guy. “And I think you’ve caused enough trouble in here. You should probably leave.” You nodded your head to the door just in case he had forgotten where the destroyed exit was. 

      “YN, I don’t think you’re okay.” He brushes off your words, grabbing your hand and tugging you towards the door. “We need to find someone to help you.” Clenching your jaw at his ignorance, you ripped your hand away from his grasp.

      “Dude, how many times do I have to tell you, you’ve got the wrong girl! Now leave.” You harshly point to the door and glare at him, losing your patience. The blond’s hands twitched at his sides and he looked about ready to blow his top, his maroon orbs lit like a bonfire. Then, it was almost as if someone had stolen the spine right out of him in an instant. Slowly unfurling his fists, he slumped his shoulders and turned his head to the side, avoiding your gaze.

      “Fine. I’ll leave you alone. Just... promise me you’ll get some help, YN.” You blanched at his surrender, but he didn’t wait for your response. Promptly, he whipped around and sauntered out of the smoky room, his hands stuffed indignantly in his pockets. Letting out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding, you bit your lip. You almost felt bad, but you didn’t know why. His words had been insulting and had stung your heart, not to mention he had KOed your nurse. Overall, the guy seemed… just terrible. So why did you suddenly want his presence back?

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      It took a couple more days in the hospital and another week locked in your own home before you were finally allowed to return to school.

Bouncing up and down in your seat on the subway, you couldn’t keep the giddy grin off your face. You were just so excited to return to class and train instead of lazing around your house all day. Also, there was an inkling in the back of your mind that you would see someone there. Someone you missed, but couldn’t remember for the life of you.

Shrugging it off, you plugged in your earbuds and strutted to the beats of your music all the way to the entrance of your classroom.

Once there, you beamed are the sight of the oversized door, pushing it open and stepping inside like it was the entrance to an elegant ball.

      “YN, you’re back!” the voices of your classmates harmonized as they jumped up at your arrival. 

      “We heard you got whammied,” Kaminari spoke up first with a smirk. You scoffed.

      “Of course not. I got like thirty blows in before he finally took a swing. It just so happened to catch me in a bad spot is all,” you waved off his suggestion. 

      “So what happened, then?” Mina spoke up. 

      “Well, I saw a villain trying to hurt some innocent kids, so I called the cops, right? But they weren’t showing up fast enough, so I-” you were interrupted by the loud bang of the door whipping open. The chattering around the room died of instantly, and all your classmates’ attention was drawn to whoever had just arrived behind you.

Confused, you turned around to see what had caused such a reaction, only to see the asshole from a week ago. “Ugh, you’re here too?” you melodramatically whined. 

      The blonde didn’t reply, but he seemed to wince at your comment. His silence baffled you, but you figured maybe he was only okay with cussing people out in private. He walked past you and completely dismissed your presence.

Bewildered, you observe as your classmates silently moved out of his way so he could take his seat on the far side of the room. They had all watched your one-sided interaction with perplexed eyes, and you couldn’t take it anymore. 

      “Okay, why are you guys acting so weird now?” you prompt them, only to widen your eyes at the numerous gasps you received. Overdramatic much?

      “YN, did you two break up?” Uraraka asked, watching you sadly. 

      “Break up? Us two? What are you talking about? By the way, who is that guy?” Your numerous questions only served to confuse your audience even more, and they all grew somber and awkward, avoiding your gaze. You almost spontaneously combusted when Kaminari began to casually whistle while looking away, but someone finally spoke up.

      “YN,” Iida’s matter-of-fact tone was gentler than usual when he stated, “it seems you have amnesia.”

Aww man, you missed these guys.

Ignoring the baffled stares, you began to giggle, short little burst bursts of chortles before slowly easing into all-out howls as you held your stomach from the pain. Your laughter prompted the others to join you, chuckling lightly while still exchanging confused glances with each other. 

      Wiping the tears from your eyes, you snickered. “Nice joke guys. But seriously, who’s the new kid?”

A loud crash boomed after your statement and you peered over to see the blond guy stepping out of his chair and stomping towards you. Tensing up at his glare, you choked out a sigh of relief after he thankfully bulldozed right past you.

You scoffed uncomfortably, releasing another anxious chuckle. “Okay, what’s up with that guy?” You pointed your thumb behind you jokingly, but your face fell when you only received pitying gazes in response. 

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      Bakugou sat out on the entrance steps of the school, picking up pebbles and blasting them away with his quirk.

Miserable, that’s what he was. He didn’t want to cry, that was for sure. He was pissed off and it was raining. Yeah, it’s just raining out, he tried to assure himself.

It didn’t work.

Eyes burning and teeth clenching, the top U.A. student folded his arms over his knees and pressed his face into them, hissing curses at himself.

“This is stupid. Why is she so stupid? Why did that dumbass have to forget everything?” he scolded angrily, digging his nails into the fabric of his pants.

Just as he began to see stars behind his eyelids, a gentle hand patted his shoulder. Bakugou jerked his head up violently, baring his teeth and glaring at the intruder. The act dwindled into a mere whimper when he soon identified the sight.

      “H-hey,” you stammered, your eyes looking at anything but him. Pulling your hand away, you slowly lowered yourself down next to him and flattened out your skirt.

Bakugou glanced back down at his knees and scooted away from you slightly.

Glowering at the action, you tried not to take it too much to heart. Instinctively, you began to pick at the skin on your hands before finally finding the courage to speak.

“Look,” you mumbled, “umm, my- our friends told me about… you know, us, and how we were, um, together and stuff.”

You glanced over at him, but only received a grunt in response, so you looked back down and continued, scratching at your hands even harder.

“I just wanted to say that I’m really sorry I don’t remember… you know, us. From what they told me, it sounded like you- erhm, we were really happy together.”

Bakugou didn’t say a word, but he ducked his head even farther down, biting his lip and clenching his eyes shut.

Uh oh, if he thought that was bad then here comes the kicker. 

      “So, look, I don’t know you enough for us to get back together, and to be honest, you seem kind of like a jerk— sorry, that was mean. A-anyways, I just wanted to say that… um, maybe we could try being friends again, I guess.” Apparently the suggestion wasn’t good enough for the explosive blond, because he went off.

      “Are you kidding me?! Friends?! You only want to be friends again?!” Bakugou’s voice was tight and rushed, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. “Come on YN! We’ve been through so much together. Please, just remember me!”

The desperation in his pleas made you tear up, and words lodged themselves in your throat. 

      “I’m sorry! I don’t know how to!” you exclaim. You began to sniffle as tears trailed down your face. This boy, this poor boy was heartbroken over a relationship that you don’t even remember. Your heart, your head, everything began to hurt, and when you looked over at him once more, the pain only increased.

He was leaning over towards you, one hand paused in your direction while the other supported him on the rough concrete below. His eyes were puffy and wet, but he appeared frustrated. 

      “Please.” His voice cracked mid-whisper, and he stared directly into your eyes, into your soul.

Shaking your head dejectedly, you placed both your hands on his shoulders and pulled him towards you. The hug took both your breaths away, but neither of you minded as he crushed you into his chest. 

      Crying silently for the forgotten boy, you mumbled into his neck, “I’m so, so sorry. I just don’t know how.”

You felt his jaw spasm against your collarbone, and he tore his head away to look you in the eyes harshly. 

      His nostrils flared, and under his breath he muttered, “Please don’t hit me.”

Before you could question him, he placed his hand on the back of your neck and pushed your lips onto his.

It felt right. So so right... No wait, you didn’t know him! 

Suddenly growing shocked by his actions, your eyes widened as you tried to push him away with your hands on his chest, but he never let up. He kept your lips pressed hard against his own while he held you in place, two hands cupping your cheeks.

At the last second, you decided to use your strength to resist, but then something hits you. Like a brain freeze, you tensed up at the sudden wave of pressure directly behind your eyes.

Memories. There were memories, hundreds of them, all playing like a movie in your head.

The first day you met, when you asked him to spar. He had cackled haughtily in your face as a response, only to holler in surprise when you swiped his leg out from under him. “Oh, now it’s on,” he had snarled up at you from the ground.

Then the first time he had asked you out. It had been Valentine's Day, and he had thrown a bouquet of flowers at you sitting peacefully at your desk. They hit you in the face harshly while he shouted with a red face, “We’re going to the movies tonight!”

Then your first kiss. During training you had socked him right in the face. “Ow, you son of a bitch!” You covered your mouth while gasping, and then began to giggle.

      “Sorry, you want me to kiss it better?” you suggested while snickering.

      “Actually, yes.” He tugged you in swiftly as your lips collided, albeit a little brutally from the initial force. 

       And now, as you pulled away from him with closed eyes and a dazed smile at the memories, you couldn't help but scoff at his brash words from when he had first seen you hurt.

Opening your eyes to smack him in the chest, he let out a less-than-manly shriek at the sudden change in sensations before glaring at you harshly, his eyes still puffy and red. 

      “What the hell was that for?” he barked at you, lip curled back into a vicious snarl. 

      “Who the hell do you think you are? Why did you barge into my hospital room and think it was a good idea to call me a dumbass first thing? You knew I got hit in the head, how could you-”

Your scolding is abruptly stopped when Bakugou tugs you back into his familiar, strong arms.

You release a breathless foof as all the oxygen in you chest is forced right back out into the atmosphere once more. Smiling and laughing under your breath at his needy skinship, you gently patted his back while letting your lips brush against his ear. 

      “I’m glad you’re back.” His voice was muffled in your shirt, but you still understood and kept rubbing his back soothingly.

After a few minutes of sitting like that, he pulls away. His face is still locked in a signature frown, but there’s a livelier glint in his eyes. Still, Bakugou seems to have an irresistible urge perfectly in that moment to chastise you. “But I swear to God, if you ever get hurt and forget about me ever again, I will blast your ass to outer space.”

      “Wow, that didn’t take long,” you rolled your eyes, smiling adoringly. 

      “Hey,” he rested his hand on your cheek, his maroon eyes hardened and dark, “I’m serious.” 

      “I know,” you whisper back, laying your hand over his own to keep him in place. “I promise I’ll be more careful from now on. I swear.” Pressing another kiss to his lips, he smirked into it before pulling away with mischievous eyes and standing, lending you a hand to rise as well. 

      “Good, you better… dumbass.”

      “Hey!”

sitting pretty in katsuki’s car waiting for him to get back from stopping a villain he noticed while driving. he’s only slightly out of breath when he comes into view, running a hand through his ruffled blond hair. ‘idiot,’ he mutters under his breath, settling himself in the drivers seat before leaning over to kiss you on the forehead, ‘the next one to try to ruin our evening is really going to regret it’