Valentines 2025 - Blog Posts

Due to the fact that I’m roughly 11 chapters behind in one of the books I’m reading for the course I’m taking, I have some catching up to do! So I will have to post the next valentines part tomorrow. Prepare for some Levi x Fem!reader! Some spicy fluff?

⋆˙⟡ Breathless. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⟡⋆˙

⋆.˚✮ Valentine’s Day story 8/14 ✮˚.⋆

Warnings; swearing.

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Enjoy my lovelies ✧˖°.

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What was a good way to describe how you left Izuku?

Breathless.

You were gorgeous, so so so sweet, and had the most pure heart. You were talented, drawing people in with your passion for what you loved, whether that be music, art, writing, or whatever else you may be interested in, Izuku loved how you were.

He often spaced out in class thinking about you, gazing at your soft hair and gentle eyes. You had no idea just how much this boy admired you. He practiced drawing you in his notebook, each wave of your hair, each curve of your face, everything.

Izuku knew his feelings were silly, he’d never truly felt love before, but he just knew this is what it was. It wasn’t some silly crush- no no no. He’d had a few crushes on a few boys from middle school, but none of them compared to his feelings for you.

Izuku would stay up late on the phone with you,

“You think? Dude, I’ve never even thought about it that way” you mumbled, looking up at the ceiling as your phone laid next to your head. Izuku’s soft laughter came in from the other side “I know right? I’ve gotten that reaction quite a few times, I know it’s nerdy.” You sighed and smiled softly. “Just cause it’s nerdy, doesn’t mean it isn’t invalid.”

going out to the arcades with you;

“Woah! You’re so good at DDR Midoriya!” You gushed with wide eyes, gaping as Izuku’s feet tapped against the colored squares on the DDR pad. “Go Midoriya!” You laughed and cheered, making the boy’s heart race at seeing your smile.

He’d even been vulnerable with you.

Izuku looked up at the stars, curfew long passed and most of the dorm asleep. You padded out and looked over at him “can’t sleep?” You asked softly. Izuku sighed and ran a hand through his messy curls. “You could say that” he said softly. You could sense the tension in the air, so you being the considerate and kind person you were, you gently wrapped him in a hug, which he reciprocated. Izuku let out a soft sigh and felt a few silent tears slide down his cheeks. “Thank you..” he whispered quietly.

The point was, Izuku was attached, his heart clinging to your smile, your laugh, your skills and your friendship with him.

You were so..amazing.

Izuku felt like he was leagues behind you, like he had to over-compensate, and that he did.

The boys were sparring out in the grass, the sky was dark and cloudy, the air cool against their hot skin.

Izuku looked up at the clouds and frowned. He didn’t want to get sick if it started to rain, and the thunder rumbling in the background didn’t seem to ease his worries.

You sat on the steps with Tsu and Uraraka, watching as the boys wrestled, cheering for them.

Izuku smiled sweetly as he saw you, however, he felt a drop of rain hit his skin, then another, then a third, until it was pouring. He shuddered as the cool water fell onto his skin.

“Guys! We should go in! We could get sick!” Izuku called to the boys, who were now slipping on the growingly wet ground.

Kaminari laughed, Bakugou groaning in disdain as the rain pelted him “fuck off Deku. I’m not letting some shitty rain stop me from kicking dunce face’s ass! Don’t be a pussy!”

Izuku blushed embarrassedly and looked over to you, who looked unimpressed with Bakugous words. He didn’t want to stay out in the rain, but with none of the other boys- not even Bakugou -going inside, he decided to follow the crowd to seem tough like them.

He definitely regretted that.

Izuku sighed softly as you blotted his forehead dry, his hair slightly sticking to his sweaty skin. “I’m sorry Y/n” he mumbled, his nose stuffy and voice nasally.

You sighed and smiled, shaking your head “it’s okay Midoriya, I know how dedicated you are to your training. Just, try not to get soaking wet in the cold rain next time, okay?”

He nodded and blushed as you gently cupped his cheek, tilting his face up to gently wipe away the sweat from his feverish skin.

In his hazy-ish, state of having a fever, his brain thought it acceptable to look up at you and smile softly, words slipping out before he could stop them “you’re..you’re amazing..Y/n..” he said before letting out a few nasty coughs.

You blushed a little and smiled, feeling a small flutter in your chest “aw..thank you Midoriya-“

“Izuku.”

“H-huh?” You paused your motions and cocked your head to the side. Izuku looked at you with furrowed brows. “Call me Izuku” he clarified.

Your eyes widened slightly and you felt heat crawl up to your ears “wait- that’s like..intimate..right? First name usage I mean..” you said as you tucked some of your hair behind your ear, looking away as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt.

Izuku nodded, smiling softly at your shy demeanor “I..I want to be closer with you..Y/n..I want you to use my first name..please..?”

You swallowed dryly, before smiling a little at him. “Alright…if you say so..Izuku”

His eyes widened and his heart raced in his chest.

God, there it was again.

That feeling you always gave him. That feeling of love and adoration.

The feeling of being breathless.

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I would have gotten this out sooner if I wasn’t being a nerd and trying to figure out how heavy the steel beam Izuku was lifting during his fight with Gentle Criminal was. Spoiler alert, 1,933.34 lbs - 2,400 lbs. you’re welcome.

⋆˙⟡ Secret. Satorou Gojo x Fem!Reader ⟡⋆˙

⋆.˚✮ Valentine’s Day story 7/14 ✮˚.⋆

Fair warning, this is the first time I’ve written for Gojo, so sorry if it’s a little off!

Enjoy my darlings ✧˖°.

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Gojo yawned as he walked down the side walk, the people bustling about around him. Things had been slow that day, surprisingly.

His errands were taken care of, he’d caused Ijichi grief, and handed Yuji off to Nanami. Yup, everything was done and accounted for.

Now it was time for his favorite part of the day. He strolled lazily through the side walks, before making his way to a flower shop.

Gojo hummed as he passed by gorgeous bouquets, really though, all he was looking for, was a pretty pink bouquet of roses.

He’d never even celebrated Valentine’s Day before recently, when a certain someone managed to catch his eye.

He chuckled lightly to himself and shook his head. There he was, a special grade sorcerer, buying pretty pink roses for his little secret.

He eventually found them, taking a modestly sized bouquet and strolling to the counter.

Gojo smiled at the woman at the register, who looked starstruck by his silky white hair and blindfold over his eyes.

“Well hey there, it’s not nice to stare” he teased lightly, the cashier stiffening before quickly accepting his money “right! I’m sorry-“ she scrambled sheepishly for his change and receipt.

She handed him the change and slip of paper. He chuckled and shook his head “it’s alright, just don’t get distracted next time” Gojo said with his cool, laid back tone. He took the flowers and chirped a ‘Thanks’ to the cashier, who embarrassedly returned it.

He took a deep breath, enjoying the cool Febuary air in his lungs and on his skin. He smiled a bit, his usual grin on his lips as he made his way back to his apartment.

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It wasn’t long before he was walking in the front door, excited to greet his little secret. “Y/n! I’m home baby girl” he called out, looking around before hearing soft footsteps.

You peeped out from the hall and smiled “Satorou, hey” you walked over to your secret lover, wrapping your arms around his neck, his arms wrapping around your waist “how was your day?”

Gojo shrugged and let out a sigh, chuckling a bit “boring, no curses or anything.” He shrugged and cupped your cheek with the hand that wasn’t holding the roses “I’m sure my pretty girl missed me. Hm? Heaven knows she can’t live without me”

You huffed and smirked, rolling your eyes “you wish, bone head” you kissed your boyfriend’s cheek, turning and beginning to walk off.

Gojo wasn’t having any of it.

“Hey, baby girl, where do you think you’re going?” You squeaked as you felt an arm snake around your waist and pull your back to a warm and broad chest. “I bought you flowers you know” he smiled from behind you, you could hear that bastard’s smug and attractive smile in his voice.

You shivered as he whispered in your ear, but blushed even harder as flowers suddenly were held out in front of you. Pink roses. They were gorgeous. “Oh..Satorou..” you murmured softly

He chuckled softly and pressed his face to your neck “I know. I’m the best aren’t I?” He expected some quippy remark, however, he didn’t get that.

“Yeah..” you murmured softly, leaning back against him.

Gojo’s heart paused in his chest, seemingly stopping forever at your soft and genuine expression of affection.

He smiled softly and pressed a kiss to your cheek “you’re too sweet, baby girl, you know that?” He mumbled, his hand releasinf the flowers as you took them in one of yours.

You angled your head to the side, smiling at him softly. You cupped his cheek with your free hand, your thumb running over his cheek bone “only for you, Mr. Special Grade Sorcerer”

Gojo chuckled lightly and sighed, shaking his head “I love you, Y/n” he said with a small grin.

“I love you too, Satorou” you murmured before gently placing your lips on his.

Sure, he kept you a secret, god knows what would happen if a curse found out about your existence, but that didn’t mean he loved you any less.

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AGHGHGTH I hope you liked this, I was a little nervous writing this, because Gojo has a kind of sarcasm that i don’t really know how to write into a romance? So I hope this was good, if not, feel free to leave your criticism in the comments. Enjoy your nights, loves 🩵

⋆˙⟡ Crushing. Tenya Iida x Flirty!Fem!Reader ⟡⋆˙

⋆.˚✮ Valentine’s Day story 6/14 ✮˚.⋆

Warnings; swearing

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Enjoy my gorgeous people ✧˖°.

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Tenya didn’t know what was going on with himself. He was never one for being the best with girls. Sure! He was attractive, but he wasn’t particularly charismatic (at least he didn’t think so) so he didn’t understand why you seemed so interested in him.

The poor boy knew you flirted with others, like Kaminari, Uraraka, Izuku was one of your favorites to tease, and even Bakugou, so why was he so affected by you?

He knew you were just teasing, he knew it was just you being friendly and joking around, but each time you made a comment about his body, or his hair or called him by a pet name, his heart raced faster than he did with his quirk.

Iida had never been too interested in dating in the past, seeing as how it brought a lot of stress and anxiety and sometimes a lot of pain, however, there was something about you.

Maybe it was the smell of weed on your clothes when you came in from smoking with Sero and Kaminari, maybe it was the style of clothing you had, maybe it was your nail polish and the rings on your fingers- but Iida was hooked.

To be fair, you were extremely pretty, so it made sense that the boy would crush on you.

Iida walked into the dorm commons, holding a glass. It was getting late, around 9:30 on a warm Friday night. The class was sitting in a circle, while Kaminari balanced a collective 13 phones on his arms, legs, and even a few on his face, all of them charging.

There was laughter and cheers as another phone was placed on the blonde, going on his forehead, before he sneezed, and the phones went flying off of him.

“What are you doing?” Iida asked with a deadpan, crossing his arms and giving an unimpressed look to the class.

Mina looked up and grinned “oh~! Iida! We were just playing truth or dare! You should play with us!” She encouraged with a wide smile.

Iida knew that truth or dare with his class could get pretty wild, so he opened his mouth to protest “yeah! Cmon Iida, it’ll be fun”

His eyes snapped to where you were sitting, and he felt heat rise to his cheeks. You wanted him to play with your class..

..Damn it. How could he say no to that face?

“F-fine..I suppose I could join this game for a bit..” he mumbled reluctantly.

You and the rest of the class whooped in celebration as he sat in the circle with you all. He was regretting his decision the moment Mina smirked. “So! Y/n! I believe it was your turn! So. Truth or dare?”

You smirked, leaning forward and winking at Mina “dare, lay it on me, mommas”

Mina giggled and hummed before gasping and glancing to Iida with a mischievous glint in her eye, that look making a pit grow in his stomach.

“I dare you to kiss Iida!”

You grinned at the dare. For you, it was simple, for Iida, his world was about to collapse. Him? Kissing Tenya Iida? Himself? Yeah he was sure he was going to pass out. “I-I do not know if th-this is a good idea Y- mph!”

You placed your finger over his lips and laughed “relax. ‘M not gonna kiss you if you don’t want me to, but I think it’ll be fun, Iida” you caressed his cheek after pushing up his glasses for him.

Iida flushed brightly, his eyes widening ever so slightly. Why would you give him the decision?

“I-I…I do not mind I-if you kiss me” he managed to stutter out “it is just for a game after all” he let out a breath and adjusted his glasses.

You smiled gently, running your thumb over his cheek. “That’s what I thought.” You smirked “good boy”

He gasped and blushed, but didn’t get to say anything as you pressed your lips to his.

Iida’s eyes fluttered softly before closing. The kiss was amazing, your lips against his felt amazing.

He was dazed as you pulled back, his eyes slowly fluttering back open, and his cheek bright pink. You smiled and tucked his hair behind his ear “I like your chapstick. You should let me wear it more often”

Iida blushed and looked off to the side, trying to stay cool as you sat back in your spot.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he knew for sure now, he was crushing on you, and there was nothing he could do about it.

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I love Iida sm, he’s actually so pookie. Feeding the 3 other Iida simps 🙏🏻😩

⋆˙⟡ Wishing. Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader ⟡⋆˙

⋆.˚✮ Valentine’s Day story 5/14 ✮˚.⋆

Warnings; swearing (it’s Bakugou, obv), 3A Bakugou, post war, angst, pessimism, friends with benefits relationship, sexual mentions/actions.

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Enjoy pookies ✧˖°.

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Nsfw under the cut!

The sound of the bed under you filled your senses, the lewd slapping sound of skin on skin making your stomach churn. You arched your back as your classmate, Katsuki Bakugou, relentlessly slammed into your body, over and over and over.

His grunts mixed with your whiny moans, your nails digging into his shoulders and your legs pressed wide open for the blonde. “Fuck- Bakugou- oh god I’m so close-“ you threw your head back as a moan of pure ecstasy shot through the air of his old childhood bedroom.

“Me too, just hold on” he growled through gritted teeth, a low groan slipping passed his lips as his body lurched against yours.

Lust was a dangerous emotion, if you could even call it that.

However, the consequences of it seemed less scary than love, or at least that’s what you always told yourself.

Ever since middle school- hell, ever since you were little, you’d been told not to wear revealing clothes, not to spread your legs when sitting, not to let a boy too close, because all he wanted to do was get into your pants.

That was then though, back before you’d let yourself go. Back before you encountered an entire fucking war.

Stress, anger, frustration, anxiety, fear, depression. All of these emotions ran high through the one and only class A, a lot of the members suffering PTSD or varying other disorders thanks to the gruesome experiences that they endured thanks to the Paranormal Liberation Front.

That was no different for yourself.

You’d always been a bit of a train wreck anyway, so the emotions weren’t exactly new to you, but sometimes you just felt everything at once, and felt nothing at all.

“Bakugou! Bakugou!” You cried out, your legs trembling violently as you came for the third time, Bakugous teeth sinking into your neck and leaving dark purple-ish red marks that would no doubt be there the next day.

“Shut up” he growled against your skin, dragging his tongue over the bite mark he left you “you love this, and you know it, whore” and he wasn’t wrong.

Some sick part of you loved the pain from the biting, from his harsh words. It was Bakugou, you were used to it, it was grounding. The pain made you realize you were alive, mixing with that pleasure and creating a very addictive mixture.

Those negative emotions that usually got so pent up, that, not even sparring with someone built for endurance and to take a beating like Kirishima, could quell them away. That was scary for several reasons.

Having heavy emotions weighing on your heart like that was dangerous, after all, weren’t villains forged from broken people? Didn’t pain break people?

So having the physical pain to snap you out of the cloud of emotions and trauma was..reliving, and you knew Bakugou felt the same. He always encouraged biting, or scratching during sex. Was it masochistic? Probably. Did either of you care? Not really.

You two never took it too far though, and you both had a clear understanding of your limits when you set up your arrangement in the first place.

“Fuck-“ Bakugou panted heavily, looking down at the mess of you he’d made in his sheets. You both were sweaty, dark marks lining your neck and his shoulders. Your eyes were half lidded and watery, your jaw slack as you tried to catch your breath “that..was amazing..” you muttered breathlessly. Bakugou huffed and rolled his eyes “I know, moron.”

Ah right. Your arrangement.

You and Bakugou had established a mutual, physical relationship, one to ‘relieve stress.’ It was Bakugou who actually suggested it originally. He’d been extra angry, and not even Kirishima could get him to open up. Not that there was anything to talk about anyway. He was dealing with the aftermath of the war like everyone else, his method just affected other people in its execution.

You agreed, but for all the wrong reasons.

You needed the stress relief, sure, but there were deeper reasons, reasons that killed you.

The blonde had a softened a part of your cold heart you never figured could be softened, especially not by someone as prickly as him. But it was those rare moments of quiet with him, how considerate he was, how strong and devoted he was, how he’d grown and changed over the years.

You were in love with someone, who saw you as nothing more than a physical relief for himself.

Of course you knew there was more to it than that, but you dumbed it down to that extent to try and use it as snuff for the ember of love in your heart.

Love.

What a scary thought.

You sighed as the hot water of Bakugou’s fancy shower slowly slid down your body, his presence behind you, silently rubbing your skin clean with a washcloth. His hands were gently and firm. Callouses and a few scars littered his hands and arms, not looking horribly different from your tattered body.

You angled your head back as Bakugou carefully kneaded your shoulders, rubbing out the knots he’d put in place with his rough treatment of you, making sure not you touch any of the bite marks or hickeys he’d left on your skin.

It always felt amazing to have Bakugous hands on your skin, and his motions of gently kneading your tender breasts was incredibly soothing. You leaned back against him and let out a soft sigh, your eyes closing as he gently palmed your chest, being careful and tender with your body.

Despite what you thought about Bakugou, the truth was actually pretty different. Sure, Bakugou was hotheaded and incredibly brash, often raising his voice to anyone who pissed him off, no matter the status or position, you knew that. But you also knew a different side of him, the other part that was more soft, that he rarely ever showed, but sometimes you caught glimpses of.

The side that made you breakfast when you two had a long night, the side that cleaned your sore body in the shower, no words being shared between you. There didn’t need to be.

You got to see the side of him no one else did, but you were caught up in your delusional state of denial, partially because Bakugou had said he wanted no feelings attached to this arrangement, so why would he go back on that?

Your body slowly melted into the sheets as he placed you down on his bed, the pillows and blankets feeling amazing against your body. You didn’t even open your eyes as you felt Bakugou get into bed with you, pressing his chest against your back and closing any distance between you with his warm form.

A sigh escaped you and you closed your eyes, allowing him to spoon you from behind.

While you were wishing he loved you, he was wishing you saw how he expressed his love for you.

Two souls scared to be hurt.

It was unoriginal and the both of you knew it.

You were both too scared to be hurt again, and yet even as you laid in each others’ arms, you were both still in pain.

Ironic.

Blame it on the lust, blame it on the trauma, whatever floats your boat. But one thing is for sure.

The two of you were in way over your heads when it came to this love thing, and in even deeper with your ‘friend with benefits’ that neither of you were satisfied with.

Just..

Complacent.

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Hello !! Sorry about the angsty piece, I was feeling the groove of the hopeless romantics and pessimism. I’m sorry if it feels a little off, I don’t think I’ve written for Bakugou ever, but I think I’ll read some fics and make a part two to this. Goodnight loves, drink some water and get some sleep.

~ Lex

⋆˙⟡ Realizing. Shota Aizawa x Fem!Art Teacher!Reader. Pt. 2 ⟡⋆˙

⋆.˚✮ Valentine’s Day story 4/14 ✮˚.⋆

This is part 2, of Looking, which you can read here.

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Enjoy darlings ✧˖°.

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It had been roughly a week since the conversation with Mic, and god you were trying everything.

You’d tried to be obvious, but not pushy with how you were trying to get closer to Aizawa, but not a lot seemed to get a reaction out of him. You didnt believe he was outright ignoring you, but maybe brushing you off so he didn’t hurt your feelings if you confessed to him.

Was this whole idea stupid?…

Probably.

Did it make you feel like a high school girl hopelessly pining over a boy in her class?

Yeah.

Were you still determined because you’d already started this little boss battle and now you were in too deep to go back on the progress you’d managed to make?

Oh definitely.

You sighed softly, frowning a bit as you stared at the canvas before you, your eyes lingering on the shades and colors staring back at you. You’d hit a wall with your piece, a gorgeous forest with lovely painted trees and green grass, even a deer standing in a patch of sunlight streaming through the leaves.

It was unfinished.

You sighed more heavily this time, rubbing your cheek with your wrist. You, not only, we’re dealing with the turmoil of your feelings for Shota, but also your painting hobby had seemed more like a chore recently. Maybe it was just your fatigue, or maybe it was just a rough patch. Either way, you needed to figure it out.

You glared at your painting, silently willing it to paint itself and solve your relationship problems also.

“You’re gonna lose that staring contest, you know.”

You almost jumped out of your skin as the low, velvety voice of the man you’d been chasing, Shota Aizawa, spoke tiredly to you. You whipped around and felt heat rise to your ears as he stood there, leaning against the doorframe with his arms and legs crossed. A typical Aizawa pose.

You glanced back to the painting to hide your flushed cheeks and sighed, rubbing the back of your neck “ha ha” you mumbled dryly, running your eyes over the different plants and lightings you’d painted.

Aizawa hummed as he pushed himself off of the wall, walking over to stand next to the stool you were sitting on “looks nice.” He commented, his voice breaking the silence of your room after school hours.

You felt your skin break out in goosebumps as he spoke to you about something you’d poured so much time and effort into.

It honestly made your heart flutter a bit.

“Ah..thanks..it’s not done” you rubbed the tip of your nose with your index finger shyly, a bashful habit you had.

He raised a brow and glanced to you “not finished? How so?” He asked, his tired, dark grey eyes resting on you, running over the paint splotches on your skin and clothes, the way your hair looked in the bun with a paintbrush holding it up. Aizawa couldn’t lie, he did find the messy aesthetic you had..endearing.

You sighed, the perfectionist in you seeing so many errors, that others who hadn’t made them, or didn’t have a clue about art, couldn’t pick up on. “Some of the values and shades are uneven, the paint is still splotchy- the streaks are super visible and-“ you could feel yourself starting to stress out, your heart rate picking up a bit.

Your growing state of distress completely silenced as you felt a warm and large hand be placed on your shoulder “take it easy, Y/n. Just breathe for a sec.”

You snapped your head to the side to see Aizawa with his ever present, stoic look still on his features, his eyes deep and reassuring.

You nodded and let out a soft, shaky sigh, the hand on your shoulder bringing heat to your cheeks, which didn’t go unnoticed by Aizawa.

He nodded as you slowly calmed down, his thumb gently rubbing your shoulder. The motion was both soothing and pleasant, yet exciting and flustering.

You blushed and tucked your hair behind your ear “s-sorry..I’m a bit..passionate when it comes to painting” you laughed a little and smiled over at Aizawa.

If his comforting touch wasn’t surprising enough, seeing the corner of his mouth twitching upwards, was even more exciting.

“It’s alright, nothing to get bent outta shape about.” He murmured softly, his hand slowly falling from your shoulder, brushing the rest of your arm on its way down and making you shiver.

“Yeah, you’re right” you let out a shaky exhale to cool your nerves. He was closer than usual, being more..how would you even describe it..? Open? Talkative?

You glanced at him and blushed softly, feeling a small smile pull at your lips. You didn’t know if you were about to start poking the boundary line, but here went nothing.

“You’re talkative today” you commented hesitantly, glancing over at him with a small smile, to which Aizawa let out a huff. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, leaning his hip against the table to his right “remind me to be more quiet.”

You stiffened and quickly shook your head “n-not that it’s a bad thing! I actually enjoy you talking! Really! I like talking to you- please don’t stop” you hadn’t meant to let all of that spill.

Aizawa raised a bow, smiling a bit, and making your stomach flutter with aggressive butterflies. He’d been slowly realizing your feelings for him, but he’d always been a slow burn type, who was he to deny himself a bit of fun?

At least that’s what he told himself.

He likes to put himself in the position where he was sure he wouldn’t be hurt. Back when he was in high school, he’d had his heart broken by loss and his peers, and if Shota was being honest, he really didn’t wanna go through that again.

Aizawa knew you though- at least a bit.

You’d been trying to get closer with him and spend even a bit more time with him, but he was just..anxious.

He looked over at you and hummed, feeling a small heat crawl onto his cheeks. If there was any way to make the stoic and strong EraserHead swoon, it would definitely be to say you wanted him around.

He looked away and rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a bit smaller in the conversation than he just had been. “You..want me around?” He repeated, a faint hint of disbelief on his tone. He cringed a little, hating how unsure of himself he sounded.

You looked at him, feeling just as unsure of yourself. Was his reaction good or bad? You had no idea, and no other option than to be honest, considering you’ve walked yourself right into this.

A soft sigh left you as you put down your paintbrush. “Yeah..of course I do..you’re..honestly one of my new favorite people..Aizawa..and I know that must sound silly, since we’re not super close or anything, but I just..you’re strong..you care about your students and you’re an amazing hero..you’re humble and honestly just wicked intelligent..”

Yup, you were digging a very deep grave for yourself later. You couldn’t believe the words that were slowly making realization dawn on Shota’s face.

He felt his pale cheeks heat up- and god why did you have to look so goddamn cute? Why did you have to slowly steal his heart from him, and he was only now realizing it?

Aizawa looked down “it’s not weird, I’m..honestly glad you feel that way.” He let out a sigh and glanced away “I feel the exact same about you, Y/n.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and your eyes widened. Was he saying that about what you’d actually said? Or about what you’d been implying with your words?

“A-Aizawa..?”

You slowly got off of your stool and took a tentative step forward.

Aizawa tensed at your coming closer, but slowly relaxed and looked at you.

It was cheesy, all of it was, and normally the stoic and closed off Aizawa wouldn’t pay much mind to something so emotionally open and honest, but something about the way you were looking at him, the paint on your cheek and shimmer in your eyes just..stole his breath from him.

He found his own feet moving, and a hand coming up to your cheek. Finally he just couldn’t take the conflicting feelings of wanting to remain safe and alone, and risking his feelings to be close with you.

You gasped and froze as you suddenly felt lips on yours.

You felt Shota’s lips on yours.

His stubble lightly scratched your skin, and his eyes were shut, a hand still easily engulfing your cheek in its calloused warmth.

You found that your classroom disappeared, your world slowly narrowing to just be the two of you alone.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered shut, and you shakily brought your hands up to his shoulders.

He didn’t rush your kiss, and neither did you.

It was soft and gentle, the feeling of his lips on yours, and you couldn’t get enough.

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As the two of you parted, he placed his forehead on yours, both of your eyes still shut, your noses brushing together.

It felt reckless, scary- but so correct- his hands around your waist, your hands on his shoulders and his breath lightly fanning your face.

The two of you were slowly realizing what your fears had been holding you back from..

..Each other.

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Okay but fr tho..I think this is a pretty wholesome ending. As much as I love Izuku, I used to foam at the MOUTH for Shota Aizawa. Still do tbh.



⋆˙⟡ Falling. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⟡⋆˙

⋆.˚✮Valentine’s Day story 3/14✮˚.⋆

I feel like cavetown is Izuku’s fav artist, so here you go, one of my fav songs from them.

Masterlist

Enjoy lovelies✧˖°.

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Izuku had no idea how he’d gotten to this point. He had no idea how he ended up here.

See, the thing was, Izuku was a fanboy at heart, and whenever he met someone with an amazing quirk or charming personality, he wanted to know more about them, and part of himself admired that person.

But this was different, and he didn’t know what it was.

He thought it was just admiring one of his friends, then he tried to blame his fanboy tendencies, but that never seemed to quell the flutter in his heart when you looked his way.

Whenever you so much as glanced at him, and gave him that toothy grin with your pearly whites, Izuku’s knees weakened and he found himself (sometimes literally) tripping over himself.

The worst part? He didn’t understand why.

Izuku was usually much better at handling his emotions or at least coming to realize his stance on things, but you flipped that on its head. It’s not like he had any problems with you! In fact, quite the opposite. He loved being around you, the casual way you two would make beaded bracelets and talk about nothing in particular made him feel at home.

The way you listened as he ranted about some video game or how you would ask him genuine questions about the hero he was talking about- he didn’t feel like a burden with you.

Izuku felt like you saw him for who he was, more than just a nerd and more than just a fanboy. He felt heard, he felt cared about.

He truly didn’t think much of the hugs, the affectionate ways you’d toy with his curls, the way you’d lean against him in the commons, or how you’d hold his hand as the two of you walked down the halls at school.

It wasn’t his fault he was so…oblivious, after all, he had no experience with girls, so he just figured this was one of the ways girls showed their value of their friends, he had seen you hug Mina, kissing each other on the cheek as you greeted each other, so maybe it was normal?

Izuku nodded to himself, it was definitely normal behavior, and it wasn’t like he was complaining, he didn’t exactly have a problem with you hugging around his middle, resting your head against him as you enjoyed the movie playing in the commons.

He lazily ran his fingers through your hair, not too focused on the movie as he thought about why his heart still sped up a bit thanks to your cuddling into his side.

Maybe he was just happy to have you around? But then why did his stomach flutter so lightly?

Izuku sighed softly and looked down at you, smiling a bit as he saw your head resting against his right peck, his arm around you and a blanket draped over your shoulders as his fingers combed through your silky locks.

He faintly felt his cheeks heat up as you closed your eyes, pressing your face to the muscle of his chest and letting out a heavy sigh, your eyes closed as you drank in his affection.

Izuku’s heart stuttered in his chest, and he felt a surge of affection wash over him. He smiled softly, feeling so incredibly lucky to have a friend like you trust him the way you did. It meant a lot to Izuku.

He was snapped out of his daze by your soft hum, and gentle voice. “Hey..Izuku?” You asked softly, your eyes half lidded and obviously tired. It made sense, the training from that day left a lot of the class worn and wary.

He felt his heart skip a beat. Your face was so cute-

What..? Cute..?

What a silly thought.

“Yeah?” He blinked away the odd thought that popped into his mind, smiling down at you warmly and trying to quell away the questionable blush on his cheeks.

You yawned and rested your head against the smooth plane of his shoulder “do you think you could walk me to my room?” You asked, your tone tired and soft.

Izuku smiled a little. In all honesty, he’d pretty much do anything you needed, and often he found himself a bit too eager to assist you. Need help carrying something? Izuku would offer. Did you need some help on the homework? Borrow Izuku’s notes. Need someone to rub your back? Izuku’s hands work the best.

He didn’t have a real reason why he loved assisting you, he didn’t feel like you were using his kindness for your personal gain, because he knew how much he meant to you (at least he thought he knew), and you knew how much you meant to him.

“Oh! Sure N/n, are you wanting to go now?” He asked, his cheeks warming slightly as you smiled up at him, the bleary look on your face rather.. no no no, not again, Izuku.

You nodded and yawned, tightening your arms around his middle “yeah..I’m getting pretty tired and am probably ready for bed..” you said quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone else who might have been watching the movie.

He felt that feeling rise in his chest once again, offering a nod to try and distract himself from the giddy feeling. “Kay, I’ll walk you. Cmon sleepyhead” he said softly, standing from the couch and gently taking your hand. Why did your touch always feel like the most pleasant electricity?

Kirishima looked up from his spot on the couch, his fingers slowly combing through Bakugou’s blonde locks. “Where are you goin’, Midoriya? You guys aren’t leaving already, are you?”

Izuku smiled and chuckled lightly, rubbing the back of his neck as you sighed and wrapped your arms around his waist lazily.

“Oh, N/n is feeling tired, I’m gonna take her to her room and I’ll be back out when she gets laid down” he explained, gesturing to your clingy and tired form, basically asleep on your feet while holding onto him.

Kirishima nodded slowly, his mouth making a small ‘o’ shape in realization “oh, I see” he chuckled a bit and smiled up at Midoriya “okay cool, come back out whenever you’re done.”

Izuku nodded and looked down at you “cmon N/n, let’s get you laid down, sleepy head” he murmured, an affectionate smile on his face.

As the two of you walked out of the commons, Kirishima sighed and smiled “Midoriya is so manly.” He commented, glancing to where they disappeared, before looking back to the group.

Mina raised a brow “what do you mean?” She asked from her place on the other couch, Uraraka also glancing up, her attention caught by mentioning her friend.

Kirishima shrugged as he gently petted Bakugou’s blonde locks, the sleeping boy slouched against the redhead “I dunno, he just is such a good boyfriend, you know? He’s taking his girlfriend to bed, making sure she gets there without any problems. Seems like a gentleman to me.”

Mina blinked, before laughing, bringing a hand up to her mouth to stifle her laughter.

Kirishima raised a confused brow and looked to Uraraka, who was also smiling and giggling a little. “What’s so funny? I don’t get it?” He mumbled, glancing between both girls.

Mina paused her giggles long enough to get a sentence out “they’re not dating.” She managed to get out, letting out a breath as her lungs caught up from her laughter.

Kirishima blinked and gaped. Izuku and yourself weren’t dating!? How the hell was that even possible? The two of you were literally cuddling right next to him, the way he was cuddling with Bakugou. His boyfriend.

“Wait..are you being serious?” He asked, to which Mina and Uraraka nodded “yeah, Deku isn’t really good with social interactions, in a sense that he has no idea Y/n is crushing on him. He thinks it’s casual.” Uraraka explained with an exasperated sigh.

Kirishima let out a huff of laughter, then shook his head “oh great, so he has no idea that Y/n is falling for him? Lovely. Should we tell him? Or tell her to tell him?”

Mina shook her head and smiled, waving off his concern with a lazy hand “nah, don’t worry about them, I’ve got a feeling they’ll figure it out..” she glanced off to the hallway where the two of you walked off, a reassuring feeling warming her chest.

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You and Izuku slowly walked to your dorm, the walk was filled with comfortable silence and the occasional comment. Your hand was in his, and your blanket was draped over your shoulders.

You glanced at him, seeing him smiling to himself about who knows what.

A sigh left your lips, and a deadpan formed on your lips. You’d been trying to express your crush on Izuku since the sports festival, but the boy was more focused on his dreams of becoming a hero than he was on getting a girlfriend.

You smiled a little and rolled your eyes as the two of you walked side by side, hand in hand. You were sick of his ignorance, and so tonight you were determined to make it obvious to the boy that you liked him.

The two of you approached your dorm, where Izuku stopped in front of your door and turned to you, a smile on his lips “here you are, Y/n. Are you gonna get some sleep?”

You nodded and yawned, rubbing your eye with one hand, using the other to loosely wave him off “don’t worry, Zuku, I’ll get some rest.” You smiled at him sleepily and stepped forward, wrapping your arms around his middle in a warm embrace, which he happily returned.

“Good, you pushed yourself during training today, I’m very proud of you” he said softly, his hand on the small of your back and the plane between your shoulder blades.

You blushed and smiled, closing your eyes and basking in his praise “thank you Izuku…that means so much coming from you..” you murmured, your cheek resting on his shoulder.

He felt that feeling flutter in his chest again, to which he blushed a little, smiling as he spoke “please, you saying that, sounds like I’m some pro hero” he mumbled bashfully

You scoffed and clung to him a little tighter. This idiot was either down playing how strong and amazing he was, or genuinely didn’t think he was anything special. Both were not great scenarios, in your opinion.

You huffed and rolled your eyes “you’re practically as strong as one” you grumbled into his shoulder.

Izuku simply smiled, knowing how you loved to compliment and uplift his work and progress. He didn’t like to admit it, but hearing you praise him, actually made his blood rush to his face and his confidence swell.

The two of you stood like that, before Izuku reluctantly pulled away “I’m gonna go back to the commons, okay?” He asked, placing a hand on your shoulder “please get some rest, and if you need anything, call me.”

You paused.

You’d totally forgotten how you were going to make your crush a bit more obvious to him.

He bid you goodnight, and you dumbly replied, your brain on autopilot as you began to panic.

You were gonna miss your opportunity!

“Hey Izuku!” You called out after he made it about halfway down the hall.

He turned and raised a brow “yeah? Did you need something?” He asked, his head tilting to the side like an intrigued puppy.

You trotted up to him and grabbed his hand, standing on your tippy toes to do the first thing your brain thought of.

Your lips met with his cheek, the smooth skin feeling so perfect under your touch.

Izuku stiffened and erupted into a bright red blush.

He watched as you pulled from his cheek and smiled warmly at him. “Goodnight, Izuku..get some sleep” you spun on your heel and bolted to your dorm, quickly dashing into your room.

Izuku placed a hand on his cheek and watched with a dumbfounded expression as you ran back to your room.

He finally understood what that feeling in his chest was.

It was falling in love.

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Literally SPEED typing so I can get this out on the 3rd and not the 4th I procrastinated AAA

⋆˙⟡Looking. Shota Aizawa x Art Teacher!Fem!Reader.⟡⋆˙

⋆.˚✮Valentine’s Day story 2/14✮˚.⋆

Warnings; swearing, pining, stupidly silly interactions and Mic’s wingman-ness.

Masterlist

Enjoy babes ✧˖°.

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Shota walked into the teachers lounge, his tired eyes scanning the room, gazing upon the computers and a few of his colleagues chatting amongst each other. He sighed tiredly and walked to the counter, pouring himself a steaming hot cup of coffee.

He brought the hot cup to his lips and took a slow sip, enjoying the bitter taste of the black liquid on his tongue. He knew most people preferred coffee with either sugar or cream in it, but he was content to drink black coffee. It was simple.

That was the thing about it, it was plain, easy. It wasn’t complex with layers that could add unnecessary components to something that didn’t need to be complicated.

Shota admired the simpler things in life, opting for a minimalistic lifestyle. His apartment was pretty barren, aside from the records he had on a shelf with his record player, and the few pictures of Hizashi and Shirakumo he had on his walls.

He wasn’t one for complicated feelings, and opted out of them if he could. However, there was one thing he couldn’t pick the simple route with.

Shota dragged his tired eyes from his coffee, to Hizashi, seeing him laughing and talking with a certain someone.

A huff escaped the man through his nose as he felt a small heat crawl up to his ears. This was the one thing he couldn’t seem to make simple.

This new school year, a new teacher joined the teaching staff, along with All Might. She was beautiful, with a keen eye for art and detail.

This new teacher was soft spoken, considerate, and made his cold heart feel warm. He scoffed as he heard soft laughter at one of Hizashi’s horrible jokes, glancing up to see you speaking with him, covering your mouth.

He furrowed his brows, a small twinge of something along the lines of longing pulling at his heart strings. Damn him and his feelings.

Shota looked down at his coffee, seeing his reflection staring back at him. His tired eyes, shaggy hair, the scar under his right eye and his ungroomed face. He shouldn’t get wrapped up in someone- someone who wouldn’t look his way.

What Aizawa was unaware of, was the soft and tender gazes you shot his way. You were always looking at him, even if he wasn’t aware.

You glanced over at him and smiled softly, feeling a warm flutter in your chest, and a gentle heat rise to your cheeks.

Hizashi followed your gaze and grinned “Pretty interested in the coffee maker over there?” He asked, elbowing you with a smirk, his grin growing as you blushed a bit harder.

“Something like that” you said softly, your eyes still resting on the man enjoying his coffee, his eyes closing as he tilted his head back and sipped from his cup, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he drank down the hot coffee.

Hizashi clicked his tongue and sighed exasperatedly “you’re really looking at Shota, you got a crush on him or something?” He asked, raising a brow and crossing his arms, leaning closer to you as he also gazed at Aizawa.

You hummed and looked down, tucking your hair behind your ear “please, we’re not kids, Hizashi, crush is a strong word. More like..I find him endearing.”

Hizashi chuckled and turned his attention from his his high school best friend, to you, giving you a sympathetic smile “you know he’s the most emotionally closed off and emotionally constipated man on the planet, right?”

You simply blushed and rubbed the back of your neck, looking away from him with sligjtly puffed cheeks. He was taking your affectionate gazes rhetorical entirely wrong way! You weren’t expecting a relationship with Aizawa! You barely spoke to the guy!

It wasn’t like you had dreamt about how softly Shota would tuck your hair behind your ear, gently caressing your cheek with his calloused hand and murmuring softly to you with his heavenly voice, telling you how beautiful you were.

Noooo no no, that wasn’t it at all!….right?

You sighed and chewed on your cheek, thinking before hesitantly replying to Hizashi, “yeah..I’ve picked that up from him.” Was all you could say. You knew it was true, Aizawa wasn’t an open book when it came to anything. You knew little to nothing about the man, but that couldn’t stop your heart from yearning for his touch and delicate voice.

Hizashi smiled a little and sighed, patting your shoulder “There there, Y/n, it’s not like you’re totally hopeless! He is human, after all, so you’ve definitely got a chance to win him over!” He said with his cheery tone, almost making you forget about your conflicting feelings.

You offered a small smile to the man as he threw an arm around your shoulder, grinning back at you. “Thanks, Yamada, but I’m not expecting some crazy relationship or expecting him to open up his emotions with me. I’m sure these silly feelings will go away.”

Hizashi felt his smile falter, before he huffed. In all honesty, he’d been hoping your resolve was stronger than that, he didn’t want you to give up on his best friend! Even if his friend barely knew how to express his emotions, he was a very interesting and intelligent guy!

Hizashi let his arm fall from your shoulder and crossed them, leaning closer to you “Y/n, listen to me. Once you get to know Shota, he can be one of the -genuinely- most considerate and supportive guys I know. He gave me the drive I needed to finally start my dream of running a radio show, so trust me, he’s a great guy under the stoic facade he puts up.”

You felt your heart thump in your chest, a soft blush creeping up your cheeks. Aizawa did seem like the supportive type.

You rubbed your arm and glanced at the man, who’d migrated to his desk, grabbing some things and sifting through his folders. Did you really have a chance? Would he bat an eye at you? Would he reject you?

These thoughts swarmed your head as you gazed at him. However, your eyes caught the sight of a package of caramel hard candies sitting on his desk, Aizawa reaching into the pack and pulling one out, popping it into his mouth as he stood.

You furrowed your brows before an idea came to your mind. A smile formed on your lips and you glanced to Hizashi “I think..I think I’ll try and maybe get a bit closer to him, try and figure him out a bit before I jump into asking him out or anything like that.

Hizashi visibly brightened and grinned “wait actually? That’s awesome! Shota really needs someone to understand him and look out for him. He deserves it, you know?”

You nodded and glanced at Aizawa as he walked past you. You caught a whiff of his cologne and smiled, your knees feeling weak. “Yeah..I get what you mean” you mumbled, a stupid, small smile gracing your lips. Were you were really gonna try and get closer with someone as prickly as Shota Aizawa?

Yes.

Yes you were.

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Part 2

Thanks so so so much for reading! This is my first Aizawa one shot, and I’m thinking about making it a part two, soooo maybe there’ll be more! Anyways, have a wonderful night my beautiful people!

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⋆.˚✮Lex's Valentines Day Writing 2025 Master List.✮˚.⋆

❤️‍🔥 - smut

💋 - spicy

🌸 - fluff

🥀 - angst

🌺 - neutral

Day 1 ⋆ Laughing. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⚝ 🌸

Day 2 ⋆ Looking. Shota Aizawa x Art Teacher!Fem!Reader. ⚝ 🌸

Day 3 ⋆ Falling. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⚝ 🌸

Day 4 ⋆ Realizing. Shota Aizawa x Art Teacher!Fem!Reader. Pt. 2. ⚝ 🌸

Day 5 ⋆ Wishing. Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader. ⚝ ♡18+♡ ❤️‍🔥🥀

Day 6 ⋆ Crushing. Tenya Iida x Flirty!Fem!Reader ⚝ 🌸

Day 7 ⋆ Secret. Satoro Gojo x Fem!Reader. ⚝ 🌸

Day 8 ⋆ Breathless. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⚝ 🌸

Discontinued.

⋆˙⟡Laughing. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader.⟡⋆˙

⋆.˚✮Valentine’s Day story 1/14✮˚.⋆

Warnings; swearing, Izuku being clumsy, reader hopelessly pining.

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Enjoy darlings .~•*

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You walked out of the dorms on the warm Tuesday morning, the sun was out, and the breeze was slowly and lazily drifting by.

The fresh air felt amazing in your lungs as you leisurely strolled to UA, the campus’s beautiful scenery taking your breath away.

A few of your classmates walked past you, greeting you with warm smiles, or sleepy expressions, to which you reciprocate the greeting with your own greeting.

You enjoy the warm morning sun on your skin, the crisp air and cool breeze, thinking of taking a nice long nap in the grass in the courtyard of the dorms.

You sighed as you made your way to the entrance of the school, kissing the beautiful April weather goodbye.

The halls a bustling with students, the signature gray top with dark green bottoms greeting your eyes in a sea of blurry colors.

Despite how tired you are, you smile.

You were incredibly lucky to be going here.

The school’s courses were incredibly well thought out, the teachers were very thorough in their teachings, and you picked up a lot of new methods for working and designing support course gear.

You mainly worked on class 1B’s things, Hatsume mainly dealt with the more troublesome 1A students, which you certainly weren’t complaining about.

As you’re deep in thought, you walk past a trio, and hear the most melodic and beautiful laufh you’ve ever heard.

Your heart floats in your chest as you hear it, and you whip your head to the side.

The trio consisted of three students, one tall boy with dark blue hair, red eyes and glasses, a girl with a brown bob and brown eyes, with pink cheeks. Then, you lay your eyes on the source of the laughter.

The third member of this trio, had wild green curls that were tousled and free, his freckled cheeks a light pink as he and the girl laughed at something, his eyes crinkling shut and his shoulders trembling as he produced the most sweet and gut wrenching sound you’ve ever heard in your 16 years of existence.

You blushed brightly, and gazed at the boy, probably looking like a creep, but what were you supposed to do? You’d just had the wind knocked out of you by the sweetest laugh, that belonged to the sweetest looking boy you’d ever laid eyes on.

He cracked one of his eyes open, his waterline red with a few little tears threatening to spill from his bright green and warm looking eyes.

God you were a mess. Your stomach aggressively fluttering and your heart pounding against your ribs. Who was this cute boy?

The bell signaling school would be starting, rang sooner than you would have liked. You frowned and sighed, watching as the boy collected himself and his trio walked down the hall, turning out of sight.

Your mind lingered on his laugh, on his sweet pink cheeks and emerald green eyes and those messy curls.

You groaned to yourself. What were you thinking? This was some random boy you saw in the halls, and you were acting all flustered over his laugh.

“Get it together, Y/n” you muttered to yourself as you walked down the hall, sighing heavily. You trudge down to your classroom, slipping in silently and sitting next to Hatsume and Ami.

Ami was the first to notice your flustered state. She smirked and turned around to face you “hey, N/n, what’s got you all red in the face this morning?” She asked.

You looked away and huffed. You didn’t honestly want to explain your little incident in the hall. “It’s nothing, it’s just me being over dramatic, that’s all” you muttered dismissively, only serving to fuel Ami’s curiosity.

Ami’s round, orange, eyes narrowed as you dismissed your pink cheeks and avoidant gaze. She glanced to Hatsume, who had a screwdriver in hand, and a glove in the other. “What do you think, Me? Does she look..i dunno…flustered?”

Hatsume only glanced up for a second, then returned her gaze down to her gadget “she looks fine to me!” She chirped, making Ami’s face drop into a deadpan “you’re an addict.” She grumbled under her breath.

You laughed a little and rolled your eyes “guys, it’s no big deal. I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” You lied, to which Ami sighed “well, if you say so, but you can tell us anything, you know that N/n?”

You smiled softly, feeling lucky to have friends who genuinely care about you. A warm feeling settled in your chest “yeah, I gotcha” you assured with a nod.

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Finally, your favorite time of the day rolled around…lunch.

Lunch Rush’s food was amazing, and you got to chat with your friends, sometimes even showing off blueprints for the latest projects you’d been working on.

You walked out of the lunch line next to Ami, chatting lightly and chuckling a bit as she cracked a few jokes. As you walked, you heard a familiar sound, one that made you erupt in goosebumps.

You whipped your head around and saw that same boy from earlier that morning, sitting with a new face, a boy with half-and-half hair.

Your heart raced as you gazed at the boy, his laugh wasn’t even that loud, but you could hear it over everything else, the world seeming to hone in on this one freckled boy.

You were so caught up in the boy’s laughter, and in his appearance, you barely even noticed Ami trying to get your attention, until she snapped her fingers in front of your face. “Hello?? Earth to Y/n- are you with us?”

You blushed furiously and looked away, a blush rising to your ears “s-sorry, Wh-what were you saying?” You muttered, stumbling over your words a bit.

Ami huffed and held her tray with one hand, placing her other on her hip “you’re acting weird today, are you sure you’re feeling alright?” She asked with a concerned look on her face, her amber eyes searching yours for any hint of being sick or..something.

You were sick alright, quite sick in fact.

You looked away, averting your gaze from Ami’s “yeah- I’m good Ams, I just-“ you glanced back at the boy for a split second, then away again. Ami turned a second too late, not being able to follow your gaze.

She sighed and shook her head “if you say so..cmon, we need to get to the table before Hatsume blows up the whole cafeteria with her ‘babies’”

You nodded and shot a shy glance to the boy once again, your heart beating a little harder “okay..yeah let’s go”

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Apparently, Hatsume had gotten sick some point during the day, meaning that you and Ami and the rest of your class had the lab to yourselves today.

You sighed as you stared down at the helmet you were working on. You spun your wrench around in your fingers, trying to figure out how to implement a comms system without adding a bulky antenna, or making the device in an inconvenient spot.

You looked up as the door to the lab opened, and there stood a blonde haired boy, who looked rather unhappy to be there, and a red head next to him, who couldn’t look more opposite than he did.

“Hello!” The redhead greeted, flashing a sharp, toothy grin. You smiled and pulled from your desk “oh, hey guys. Can I help you two with something?”

The blonde scoffed, his shoulders slouched and his hands in his pockets “where’s the pink one?” He asked with an unimpressed look.

You blinked and chuckled, rubbing the back of your neck. “Uhm..Hatsume is sick..today..but I can definitely help with whatever you’re needing”

The blonde grunted and rolled his eyes, earning a hand on his shoulder from the redhead “ah! It’s not a big deal. I just wanted some help with my costume” he held up his suitcase with his number on it, and you smiled.

“Sure, what did you need?” You asked, taking the case from him and putting it on your desk, opening it.

The redhead smiled “well, I need to make my shoulder pads more heavy, but I don’t want them to put a strain on my body where it’ll do damage or anything like that.” He explained as he pulled out two dark, rusty red, cog looking shoulder pads.

You frowned as you looked at them, taking one and turning it over in your hands. The material was light. You tapped on it with you nail and hummed a bit “well, concidering these are plastic, it’s going to be significantly harder to make these heavier. However, I can cast and remake you different ones out of metal, if you’re alright with that?”

The redhead smiled and looked down at you “oh! Yeah that sounds awesome! As long as I can increase the weight I’m okay with whatever” he nodded and placed his hands on his hips.

You smiled “perfect. Well, I’ll try to have them back to you as soon as possible. Who’s this belong to?” You asked, grabbing some label stickers and putting it on his case, grabbing a marker.

“Kirishima Ejirou” he chirped, his tone light and cheerful. The boy next to him rolled his eyes, seemingly unamused with his happy demeanor.

And just like that, a whole world was opened to you.

Kirishima turned out to be a really nice guy, a little impatient, but in an excited kid way.

He was so incredibly sweet, and you were fast friends. His warm demeanor and friendly smile were something you got used to as he visited every day to check on his shoulder pads.

Meanwhile, the boy you deemed your ‘hallway crush’, continued to be just that..a hallway crush.

His laugh, that smile, the way his cheeks dimpled when he grinned, how the freckles littered his skin, his wild curls, the way his green eyes caught the light..

About a week later, you mentioned this boy in passing, to which Kirishima brightened and smiled “oh! You mean Midoriya?”

You paused and looked over at him “Midoriya?”you repeated dumbly, to which Kirishima chuckled a bit, his hearty laugh warming your atmosphere.

“Well, you said green hair, and the only guy I know who has green hair is Midoriya. He’s kinda short with curly hair? Freckles?” Kirishima described and you felt your heard pound in your chest. You dropped the screwdriver you were holding and gaped.

“You’re classmates with my hallway crush!?” You squealed, shaking the boy by his shoulders.

Kirishima laughed and put his hands over yours “yes- yes! Apparently!” He laughed, allowing you to shake him with the shocked look on your face. “Do you want me to give you his number?”

Your face turned more red than Kiri’s hair, and you sputtered. On one hand, the idea of having his number- of getting that form of communication that you’d been dreaming about, sounded amazing. On the other hand, you were terrified.

“I-I dunno Kiri” you rubbed the back of your neck and looked down shyly “is he nice? I don’t really know him but I’ve only ever seen him smiling or flustered.”

Kirishima smiled warmly and nodded, leaning against your work bench “oh Midoriya? Yeah, the dude is a total sweetheart. He’s nerdy, nice, conciderate and super selfless. He’s also childhood friends with my boyfriend, Bakugou.”

You hummed and fiddled with your fingers “should I try and talk to him next time I see him?” You asked, the idea alone making your stomach twist with anxiety and your hands grow sweaty.

Kirishima perked up and grinned “yeah! Don’t worry, midoriya is totally shy and probably has no experience when it comes to girls, so you don’t need to worry about high standards or anything.”

His words assured you a little but you were still nervous.

Although..the thought of talking to him did make you excited.

A few days passed since that interaction with Kirishima, and you had been looking for your hallway crush. Aka Midoriya.

You walked through the halls, passing the 1A classroom a few times, and finally, you found him.

Your heart fluttered wildly and you almost stumbled over your own two feet as you saw the boy walking with his nose buried in a notebook.

You sucked in a breath, mustered all of your courage and walked up to him “h-hey..Midoriya!”

The boy pulled his face from his book and turned around. He gave a confused smile “oh! Hi, uhm..do I know you?” He asked, fiddling with some of his curls.

You almost passed away. His voice was so easy to listen to, and you could easily let him chat your ear off for hours.

“N-no, I’m actually in the support course” you said, rubbing the back of your neck with a small smile.

Midoriya perked up and smiled “oh! Support course? That’s awesome! Thank you for all the work you do for us” he said warmly, fiddling with the cover of his notebook.

You blushed brightly and fiddled with your tie “oh- I-it’s not a big deal, we just do what we can” you waved off his thanks, feeling a bit shy.

“Oh- a-anyways, I just..wanted to say that you look nice t-today” you said with a shaky smile. Your words made Izuku’s cheeks flush bright red as he suddenly began mentally running over his appearance.

“I-I look nice-? O-oh! Oh! Thank-thank you s-so much! Y-you look very pretty- I mean- beautiful! I mean uh..” Izuku fumbled over his words, suddenly feeling rather bashful and a bit shy.

You blushed and you swore this boy had just taken your heart from you right then and there. You laughed a bit and shyly fiddled with your skirt “uhm..I was wondering if I could maybe get your number?” You asked softly

Izuku’s cheeks, somehow, turned even redder. He blinked as he processed your words before he stiffened “yes!” He said a little too loudly, making you laugh a bit.

He handed you his phone with shaky hands “I’m Y/n, Y/n L/n, it’s nice to meet you, Midoriya” you said as you typed in your number and sent your phone a text from his.

“O-oh! You’re the girl Kirishima mentioned, awesome! It’s n-nice to meet you, L/n” Midoriya said as he accepted his phone back from you, his cheeks still red as he tried to maintain his composure.

You smiled and nodded “yeah, that’s me, but please, Y/n is just fine” you assured.

Izuku’s cheeks flushed bright red and he looked away with a shy grin “alright..u-uh..Y-Y/n it is then”

You two stood there awkwardly for a moment, before you spoke up “uhm..I-is it too forward to offer to walk you to your next class?” You asked, to which Izuku blinked before shaking his head quickly “n-no! That- that sounds awesome..a-actually”

You smiled and rubbed the back of your neck “a-alright, Wh-where to?” You asked, barely finding your voice, your hands fidgety and your cheeks bright red.

“I-i have hero ethics next, I-it’s this way” Izuku said as he gestured down the hall, a small smile on his lips and a pleasant blush on his freckled cheeks.

You smiled as the two of you walked together, the small talk came easy and you just knew when you heard him laughing, that you were done for.

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Here’s the first prompt for the Valentine’s Day writing challenge! I’m pretty happy with how this came out, and if you want any characters from MHA, JJK, AOT or Demon Slayer, you can either send me an ask or comment. Have an amazing day, lovelies .•~* 💚

Love yourself!

Happy Valentine’s Day!