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Izuku stared at his reflection with tired eyes. It had been a while since he had been treated so roughly by his former best friend, Katsuki Bakugou, he actually got punched today.
His cheek was red and already starting to swell, just his luck. Izuku knew he should’ve kept his mouth shut, but when people talked heroes, he couldn’t help himself.
Izuku sighed softly as he leaned over the sink in the boys’ bathrooms, using his fingertips to slowly and gingerly touch his sore cheek. The sharp pain was now a dull throb, sending slow and painful waves through his the right side of his face, and reminding him of how he pissed Katsuki off today.
He wasn’t sure how he was going to hide the dark bruise forming on his face. He had to come up with some excuse, so he didn’t worry his poor mother.
Izuku ran his fingers through his curly mop of hair and bit his lip to stop it from quivering. God was he really this pathetic? Not only could he not stand up for himself- well…not really anyway, but he was a crybaby on top of that. Of course.
After a short cry, and self-pity session in the bathroom, Izuku put his backpack on, and slowly trudged out of the bathroom. Izuku was an expert at keeping his head down, making himself small and invisible.
As he walked, Izuku kept his eyes glued to the tiled floor beneath his feet. He felt..hopeless? Maybe he felt angry, angry at his mom, at the world..who knows.
Izuku felt his face scrunch up as he fought to keep the tears at bay. Please not again. He thought over and over as the hot tears rolled down his cheeks.
He was so caught up in his own head, that he didn’t even notice the few delinquent students of Aldrea walking Izuku’s way down the hall.
He accidentally bumped his shoulder against one of the guys’ shoulder.
Great.
His head snapped up and he looked at the group;
There were 4 of them, 3 guys and a single girl.
“Just what the hell are you doin’ Deku? Bumpin’ into me like you own the place? You want to fuckin’ go right here?” The boy snapped, grabbing Izuku up by his uniform.
Izuku’s teary eyes were as wide as saucers, and he looked like a frightened animal, scared and panicked.
“What the hell is your deal!?” The other student practically shouted in Izuku’s face, a few droplets of his spit landing on Izuku’s freckled cheeks.
Izuku somehow managed to find his voice, choking out a few shaky words through his tears; “N-nothing! I-I’m sorry!” He sounded pathetic, because he knew he was at their mercy.
Meanwhile, you crossed your arms, watching your friend Kenji harass Midoriya over something so minuscule as bumping into him. “Ugh- Kenji, dude, get yourself together. It was an accident.”
Your words made your friend stop and turn to look at you. “Huh? Stay out of this, L/n, it’s none of your damn business.” He hissed, his eyes narrowing as he spoke.
You simply rolled your eyes. You’d tagged along with the…more troublesome group your whole life, and you weren’t exactly afraid of Kenji, a 5’6 boy who sounded more like a girl, than an actual guy.
“You’re gonna make us late to lunch, plus, the nerd’s already crying.” You gestured to Izuku’s face, tears still streaming down his cheeks and flooding his waterline. “So leave him be. He said sorry, move on.”
You didn’t know why you were even bothering to stick up for someone no one in the school particularly liked, but you were just in a good mood today; well..either that, or seeing the frightened look on Izuku’s face made your gut twist in…a weird way.
On Izuku’s end, he was completely shocked. Why was anyone even pushing for him in the first place? He knew you weren’t exactly sticking up for him, but you were still telling off your friend…
Izuku, while dumbfounded, took the opportunity to take in your appearance; to be completely honest, he thought you were pretty, even with a few bruises on your cheek, and a bandaid on your cheekbone. He kinda liked the rough edge your appearance had thanks to that little detail.
His heart swelled as he watched you bicker with the boy holding Izuku’s uniform, until eventually, Kenji’s patience ran out and he released Izuku.
“Fine! Just shut up already!” Kenji shouted irritably, making you roll your eyes and Izuku flinch. The other two students in your group sighed, one of them speaking up. “Can you two go a day without fighting? Please?” The other boy nodded in agreement and ran his fingers through his hair. “Christ, L/n and Kenji can never get along.” He grumbled.
You simply let out a huff of breath, choosing to brush off their comments then defend yourself when you knew they were kinda right. “Whatever, can we just get to lunch? I’m starving dude.” You said as you shoved your hands into your skirt pockets.
“Yeah yeah, whatever, what the girl said.” Agreed Kenji, who still looked a bit disgruntled that you’d pushed so firmly for him to drop Izuku’s accidental bump to the shoulder.
Your friends started to walk off and you weren’t far behind, however, as you did start to walk, you caught Izuku’s wide eyes. His eyes weren’t filled with fear and tears anymore, but instead they looked..awestruck.
A slight tinge of pink rose to your cheeks and you scoffed, rubbing the back of your neck and quickly looking away.
Izuku watched you walk off, his heart racing and his cheek— the once noticeable pain —suddenly didn’t hurt anymore, not that he could be bothered to pay attention to it anyway…he was still a bit too distracted by the face of the girl who’d stuck up for him, and the bandaid on her cheek.
He hoped he’d be able to talk to her again. Izuku slowly moved his gaze to the ground, before a small smile cracked his expression.
He didn’t think he’d be forgetting this experience any time soon.
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Hiiiii!!!! I know I’ve been dead lol, I’ve been kinda busy with some stuff, but I’m back now! This has been sitting in my drafts kinda rotting, so I decided to finally get my ass up and finish writing it. So here it is! I’m thinking about making a part two, but idk tbh.
(The middle pic is the body type I imagine Izuku has, but like..teen boy..yk??)
So I just was thinking about something.
We all know that Izuku eats a lot more when he starts training with All Might, right??
Well, I was trying to sleep the other night and I came up with a scenario;
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(Tw; body dysmorphia, insecurity, comments abt weight.)
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Izuku and yourself had made quick friends after you moved schools. Entering Aldrea wasn’t the most pleasant experience, the people weren’t the nicest and the classes weren’t very..exciting. The whole building felt stale with its stagnant color scheme and taunting, long halls.
However, Izuku was a comfort of yours. He was your best friend, and the two of you lacked a lot of boundaries to begin with. So it wasn’t a surprise to anyone when the two of you ended up getting together, holding hands in the hallways and giggling like love sick children.
However, soon, Izuku started training to get into UA, and you supported him with everything, while maintaining your own physical condition and strength.
Thankfully, the two of you still definitely had time together, I mean, you were attached at the hip, how could he not squeeze time into that busy schedule of his to see his best friend and partner??
As Izuku’s workout regimens grew harder and more intense, so did his body’s need for calories and nutrients. It was natural, he was, A. A growing boy going through early stages of puberty, and B. He was busting his ass with the training the number one pro was putting his body through.
He began to eat more, thanks to his sweet mother providing him with bigger portions, and you.
You carried around snacks like protein bars, granola, trail mix and other tasty treats for your sweet and shy boyfriend.
Izuku’s thin form began to fill out, and he wasn’t as bone-y as he used to be, his hips filling out a little more, and his stomach building a little bit of pudge on the front.
His uniform was growing a bit snug against his form, wrapped around him noticeably tighter.
And how were you reacting to Izuku’s softer, yet stronger form?
God it got to you.
The way you stupidly smiled when the two of you would hang out in his room, cuddling after a long day at school, your hand gently rubbing his stomach.
Izuku had always liked your gentle touches to his stomach, the gentle kneading of his abdomen always instantly relaxing him and putting him in a trance-like state. You’d always loved his body, it was the vessel that carried the sweetest boy you’d ever met, and now he was softer, warmer and easier to cuddle.
His sides slightly pushed out more, threatening the waistband of the pants or shorts he wore. Don’t get me wrong, Izuku wasn’t fat- no no no, he was still healthy and lean, he was just a little more filled out;
His cheeks were more round and boyish, his dimples now more obvious when his sweet smile spread on his lips, his back didn’t show his spine anymore, and he had a bit of padding right under his shoulder blades, and his thighs were a little more soft and full than they had been.
While you loved the new softness and cuddliness of his body, Izuku was less than pleased.
He noticed the changes of his appearance after Bakugou had made a comment about not only becoming your boyfriend, but getting in a relationship with the fridge.
God that hurt.
From that point on, Izuku was hyper aware of how his clothes folded around his softer body, he knew he was strong and healthy, but he just didn’t like how fat he felt.
The worst part?
He was terrified about your reaction.
You hadn’t mentioned the weight gain, or even batted an eye at it, and Izuku just hoped that was because you didn’t notice.
He went out of his way to make sure you didn’t see his body. Izuku wasn’t comfortable changing in front of you anymore, he would always (reluctantly) move your hand away, preventing you from giving him the heavenly stomach rubs you loved to give him.
You didn’t really pick up on these changes, until he started wearing baggier clothes, no longer dressing in the clothes he’d worn for the entire duration of your knowing him.
You only picked up on this detail because, for his birthday, you bought him a fitted All Might tee, and he looked..nervous.
It wasn’t like Izuku thought you’d openly comment and criticize his body, but after Katsuki and the other boys at school would tease him for his sudden (subtle) increase in size, he just didn’t want to face the thought of you acknowledging something he was growing more and more insecure about.
Today, you were laying in Izuku’s bed, while he rummaged around in his room. That’s kinda how things went sometimes, Izuku would just do things and you would linger in his space, it’s how you bonded.
You looked up at him from your phone, raising a brow as you watched him look at himself in his whole body mirror that he’d recently purchased.
“Izuku, what are you doing?” You asked, angling your head to the side as you watched him prod and inspect every aspect of his form.
The tension rose in his shoulders, and Izuku felt his heart snap in his chest. Oh god. He wanted so badly to ask you, to find out what you thought- the not knowing your opinion on his insecurity was killing him.
“Uhm..I’m just..looking” he mumbled, his voice hesitant and obviously thoughtful.
You raised a brow at his words. That wasn’t very helpful with answering your question.
“Well I can see that, you dork-“
“Y/n..am I..fat?”
Oh.
Oh no.
Your eyes widened and you looked at him with surprise “Izuku- what are you saying? Of course you’re not fat” you sat up, walking over to your boyfriend and gently cupping his cheeks.
Izuku guiltily looked away, his waterline swelling with tears. He let out a shaky breath and sighed, biting his lip “I-I’m sorry- I just..Kacchan and some of the other guys at school have made comments, and I can’t help but notice how much bigger I am..I have live handles now..”
Your heart shattered into a million pieces as everything slotted into place.
His weird behavior suddenly made sense.
He was feeling insecure.
“Look- I know I’m not as popular or attractive as the other guys at school, and I’m not eve super skinny like I was..I’m just terrified of how you’ll react..” he sniffled and wiped his eye with his wrist, trying to keep himself composed “I don’t want to embarrass you because of my appearance”
Your lips pulled down into a frown and you gently caressed his round cheeks
“Izuku..you’re not disappointing me or embarrassing me or anything like that. You’re my boyfriend. I love you. You’re so damn cute no matter what size you are; thin, thick, it doesn’t matter, you’re still my Izuku and nothing will change that- certainly not the judgment from someone like Bakugou”
You smiled softly as Izuku’s swollen tears began to drip down his freckled cheeks, his bottom lip quivering “you’re..not ashamed of me?” He asked, his voice shaky and unsteady “even with..how I look? And how your friends tease you for dating me? An-“
Izuku was cut off, feeling a soft press of lips against his chapped ones.
He blushed brightly as you pulled back from him, smiling softly “look Izuku; you’re my boyfriend, my partner, my world. I love you. I could never be ashamed of you” you gently ran your thumb over his freckled skin, a gentle touch that made him blush a little harder “I love you and your body, okay? Anyone who gives you shit about it can suck my dick”
Izuku smiled softly, his eyes stinging with tears before he tightly embraced you, feeling a little lighter thanks to your assured words and firm tone. “I love you, Y/n…what did I ever do to deserve you?”
You gently pressed your face to his neck, sighing softly and smiling a little “you didn’t have to do anything. You’re amazing as is, Izuku.”
Despite the lingering uncertainty about his body, Izuku felt so warm and content, a renewed sense of safety building in his chest and making him finally feel at ease for the first time in a while.
He knew, despite everything and anything, you would be by his side. Always.
EEEK I hope you guys enjoy this. I’m such a sucker for MS!Izu. I love him sm he makes me wanna punch a wall. I love him.
Felt like dropping my Izuku sketches (plus a bonus hawks sketch) bc I literally was flipping through my sketchbook and I was like. “Wow I’ve rlly improved!!” So here they are.
Thinking about MORE MS!Izuku x Foreigner!Reader, except reader is a closeted metal head.
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MS!Izuku who meets you after a few of the people in his class ‘warn’ you about Izuku, making it obvious who they were talking about; throwing out harsh words and unfair statements about him.
MS!Izuku who is trying to assure you that he’s used to the harsh comments and snickers he’d receive.
MS!Izuku who is shocked when you shakily get out your phone, or try to, but it falls flat on his desk, your music card on your lock screen showing what was playing in your right ear bud.
MS!Izuku who gets to look at the song playing, Coming Undone by Korn. What a funny band name.
MS!izuku who somehow, gets your number, and tucks the song and band you were listening to into the back part of his mind.
MS!Izuku who’s fawning over you all day, and when he gets home he types the song name and band into YouTube, expecting something mild and endearing like your personality. Oh god was he wrong.
MS!Izuku who’s shocked by the riffs coming from the song, but when Jonathan Davis’ voice comes in over his earbuds? Izuku’s stunned, so this was American music?
MS!Izuku who found himself absentmindedly nodding his head to the music, surprisingly, enjoying what he was listening to.
MS!Izuku who unlocks a whole other world thanks to Korn.
MS!Izuku who starts using metal as a release of his emotions, always finding himself at peace after spending a few hours blaring SOAD, SlipKnot or Korn in his earbuds.
MS!Izuku who starts talking to you about your taste in music, to which the two of you are quick to bond over.
MS!Izuku who finds himself falling for you just as quickly as he fell for metal music, finding your knowledge of music so incredibly attractive.
MS!Izuku who would spend hours listening to music with you after school, either at his apartment or your house, the two of you blasting music on speakers and aggressively dancing.
MS!Izuku who knows how deep he’s in when he accidentally squirts water from his nose when you start to dance like an idiot, making him laugh so hard the water he was drinking shot from his nose like a hose.
MS!Izuku who can’t help but daydream about being up on a stage with you, screaming your hearts out to SlipKnot or Korn. He know’s it’s silly and he should be paying attention, but it’s so hard when you’re nodding your head to the music in your earbud, your hair bobbing slightly with the motion.
MS!Izuku who feels incredibly put down when the girls in class tease you about hanging around a loser like himself.
MS!Izuku who finds himself incredibly frustrated one day after Katsuki told him to 🦢🥽, finding himself with frustrated tears as he walked into his apartment, storming off to his room.
MS!Izuku who looks up after a few hours of sulking (with SOAD and RATM playing in his ear buds) to see you walking into his room, a smile on your face and a box in your hands.
MS!Izuku who sits up on his bed, giving you a curious look and a small smile, greeting you with a small smile. “hey Y/n, what’s in the box?”
MS!izuku who is surprised when you offered it to him, softlt explaining how you got him a little something thanks to his hard day at school.
MS!Izuku who shyly accepts the box with a few “you didn’t have to do that”s and a couple “that’s really sweet of you”s
MS!Izuku who nearly bursts into tears when he opens the box to see a CD player, a speaker, and a few discs with SlipKnot’s ‘All Hope is Lost’ album, and Korn’s ‘Take A Look In The Mirror’ album burned into them. The best part? The CD case you’d bought him was All Might themed.
MS!Izuku who changed his mind and did end up crying, throwing his arms around you and thanking you, crying into your shoulder. God he was a sucker for small acts of kindness, but this? This was almost too much for his heart.
MS!Izuku who tenses as you say you have another gift for him, looking up at you for a split second, before he feels a soft pair of lips on his cheek.
MS!Izuku who blinked a few times before registering what happened, his entire face going red as he stammered out confused syllables, but nothing comes rant.
MS!Izuku who’s cut off with a press of lips against his.
MS!Izuku who knew he not only fell in love with metal, but fell in love with you too.
Felt silly while listening to Korn so wanted to write this. I love middle school Izuku sm. He’s my spirit animal.
Hi pookie 🥰
Was wondering if you could write Izuku x reader (fem or gn depending on what you prefer) where reader is a foreigner but also newly in Japan so they don't fully understand Japanese yet? I've seen this concept before and it can be so funny and sweet
No rush at all and thanks in advance 💕
The way I got so excited seeing this ask.
Y’all rush me, PLEASE give me ideas.
Anyways here we go!
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Starting at a new school wasn’t exactly what you had on your bucket list for this year. But thanks to a messy divorce between your parents (or insert any other reason you’d move to Japan idk brh) you and your mom end up moving to Japan.
You stare at the uniform you received with an unimpressed look. The last school you went to didn’t have a uniform, and this one looked extremely..uncomfortable.
You give a heavy sigh and throw it on, looking at the skirt with narrowed eyes. Seemed..short. You snatch some spandex from your closet and put them on underneath, they’re visible but who cares?
After saying goodbye to your mother (or father), you leave your apartment, heading down the street to the school you’d be attending, Aldrea Middle School.
You had done a little Japanese study before, but you couldn’t really speak it fluently- and you couldn’t read any kanji at all. You were worried because- well, you couldn’t speak the native language.
You told yourself you’d be fine, taking some deep breaths and assuring yourself that today was going to go great!
As soon as you stepped foot onto the premise, you could feel the eyes of the other students on you. Everyone..stared. It was to be expected, you definitely didn’t look Japanese, you were also a new face in general so..
You brushed off their stares with a smile, waving to the girls who stared at you as you walked into the building. Your face instantly soured as you walked in, feeling dread hanging over you.
God this was not going to go as well as you thought.
You walked to your first class, looking around with tense shoulders, more stares. “Figures as much” you muttered to yourself as you walked to an empty seat in the back.
You toss down your backpack and sit down, pulling out your phone and ignoring the whispers and sounds of the other students.
The bell rang and you let out a sigh of relief as the teacher walked into the classroom, looking up at the man.
“Today, we have a new student, she’s from (insert country), so try not to give her any grief” and with that, class started.
You let out a second sigh of relief, glad you didn’t have to stand up in front of the class and introduce yourself, and also glad that the teacher seemed to speak English pretty fluently.
As you were taking some notes, you watched an eraser whizz right past you, hitting a boy right in the side of the head. The boy simply sighed and went back to writing. Weird.
That happened a few times during class, people occasionally throwing things at the boy with curly hair. You raised a brow and watched as the other students whispered in Japanese while snickering and gesturing to the boy with curls.
You felt a little bad, wondering what he did to earn such treatment.
As class was dismissed, you looked down at the email on your phone with your schedule on it. You sighed and began to pack your things back into your bag, when you heard commotion. You looked up to see a blonde boy with two brunettes talking to the green haired boy.
You wondered what they were saying, but judging by the green haired boy tensed up, you figured it was nothing good.
You tried to ignore it, but a small yelp made you look up, only to see the blonde gripping the curly haired boy’s uniform. Finally, you couldn’t ignore it anymore. You puffed out your chest and walked over to them, before grabbing the blonde’s hand.
“Let go.” You said in English, however, the blonde just looked pissed. He narrowed his eyes and muttered something in Japanese, to which you assumed was an insult. “Hey! I said let go. You’re being rude.” You glared at the blonde boy, clearly not tolerating his treatment towards Curls (you’d affectionately labeled the boy with- you guessed it -curly hair).
The blonde let go of Curls, and turned to face you, to which you crossed your arms and frowned at him. He raised a brow and spoke in Japanese, narrowing his eyes at you and stalking closer to you, almost threateningly.
“You’re being rude. Mean. God you probably can’t understand what I’m saying.” You sighed and the blonde scoffed “You asshole” the blonde shot back. You couldn’t tell if he actually understood you, or if he just knew bits of English, like how to insult people.
You narrowed your eyes at him before huffing. You grabbed Curls by his uniform, grabbed your backpack and dragged him away from the blonde.
The boy with curly hair was staring at you in awe. You were..amazing!
You set him up outside of the classroom, smiling at him “hi, sorry for dragging you out like that” you said in English, hoping he understood you.
He just stared blankly at you and you sighed “oh great..” you mumbled before pulling out your phone, you quickly typed out what you said to him a second ago, and had google translate read it out in Japanese.
He brightened and shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck and holding up his other hand as he said..something.
You smiled a little, he was adorable despite not speaking English. You typed into the translator, asking him what his name was. The boy blushed a little bit smiled sheepishly “Midoriya Izuku” he said with a dimpled grin.
Your smile widened, and you felt a warmth spread in your chest. This boy was absolutely positively adorable. You pointed to yourself “Y/n, Y/n L/n” you spoke slowly, ensuring he actually understood what you were saying.
“L/n-chan?” He repeated, angling his head to the side “no no, Y/n” you corrected, smiling and trying to work with him, despite the language barrier.
Izuku blinked for a second, before smiling sheepishly “Y-Y/n-chan..?” He asked hesitantly, his cheeks a little red and his hands fidgety.
You nodded approvingly “that’s right! Nice to meet you Izuku!” You shook his hand, while he stared at you with a red face. Did you just call him Izuku..?
He smiled shyly and gently held your hand in his. He could tell the two of you were going to be good friends.
I love when y’all send me asks bc like, rhen I know what the people WANT. Anyways thank you for the ask! It was fun to write this!
What of AFO could be an alternative universe version of izuku where he did try and jump
Hero commission: Deku, are you aware that you're mother is in a mental hospital?
Izuku: *laughing* really? It worked? *Giggling still*
Hero commission: uh.. what?
Izuku: oh! I've been trying to make her go insane since I was 10! *More intense laughing*
Hero commission: ..that's, that's not good...
Izuku: I guess you could say me 'haunting' her really pushed her over the edge!
*very manic laughing*