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just heard somebody call kiribaku a rare pair.

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01 ⋮ ⌗┆does pink go well with orange?

!! ˙🍓 ̟★── main pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader

2nd pairing: izuku midoriya x ochaco uraraka ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

chapter's synopsis: you love your little girl to death and beyond, and you'd do anything for her on the spot. with your relationship falling apart, all you can think of is you can't let this happen to her.

containing: timeskip (all pushing 30), relationships falling apart, attempt at recovering the relationship, reader and katsuki are married, reader and katsuki are parents, reader had a cryptic pregnancy, distress, disagreements, jealousy, miscommunication, reader is sensitive just like izuku, all characters are flawed, word count: 3k ᥫ᭡.

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"mommy, when is daddy coming back?"

you stopped in your tracks, your eyes never leaving your daughter's shoelaces. your thumbs rubbed against the material slowly while you thought of how to answer her.

fumiko was far too young to be exposed to issues like this. an argument erupted between you too right before katsuki's mission overseas, an argument much heavier than what the both of you could anticipate. you loved him, you loved him enough to marry him 5 years ago, so why did it feel like you have suddenly lost the ability to reach eachother?

or maybe it wasn't a sudden change. looking back into your memory, things started to crumble when the press first succeeded in getting to him.

the media has always been particularly fascinated with something that had never been their business to begin with. after all, a union of two high ranking young and attractive heroes sold well to the public eye.

the paparazzi was ready as ever to capture a scandal of any kind. potential infidelity, tense feelings, hidden animosity - every wrong look. they were practically praying for the fall down of your relationship.

"mommy?" a voice sweeter than honey pulled you back from drowning in your thoughts without end. you realised you haven't yet answered her question.

you had said something you now wish you had at least thought twice about. "his mission should be over in a couple days, sweetheart." you handed him a harsh ultimatum. if he decides on going, he can only expect a locked door when he comes back.

the threat was a shameful plea covered up. a test for your conscience only, to see if he still holds you in high regard. but that morning, when you felt the covers of your bed in groggy motion, your fingertips touched only the cold sheets. no note, no text, no see you soon. no goodbye either.

will he be coming back? it's hard for you to even tell if you want him back, but you know the possibility of going your separate ways does hurt. at the same time, you know you have no one but yourself to blame if he never waits at the doorstep.

if he does come back, what then? will you both go on with your lifes, never addressing the issues until they build up, again? you haven't been with eachother in more than a while. he hasn't expressed the need to touch you, to feel you in a long while too. the bed is purely for sleeping purposes now, and the house is purely for resting purposes to him.

he doesn't call you first anymore, he doesn't talk to you sweetly anymore, he doesn't look at you like he did on your wedding day anymore. the dates stopped, you can't comprehend when or how but you haven't gone out in what felt like forever.

you feel cold in the house, his quirk demanding a lower temperature than you'd like. it's what you feel when he looks at you, no longer with affection you once new but.. something far more ordinary for your liking.

and you hate this new ordinary. because you can clearly remember thinking you have the most devoted and loving husband in the universe, you clearly remember feeling loved. perhaps he no longer finds you attractive, but you know the world still does. you're considered one of the most beautiful women in japan, being highly active in the fashion and acting industry as well as protecting the country.

your body hadn't changed that much after giving birth. you've experienced what you can clearly call the biggest fear you have, a cryptic pregnancy. not even a year after your wedding, you found out you were already in the second trimester of pregnancy. it was an absolutely mind blowing thing to hear.

the media absolutely jumped on you for this as well. after the news of your maternity leave reached the ears of the public, people carelessly threw every potential allegation there was into the air. you were called an irresponsible mother for being active in such a dangerous profession while growing a baby inside of you.

people even speculated it wasn't really katsuki's baby. if fumiko had to be compared to any member of your family, she'd resemble masaru the most, but to be honest she doesn't look like just one person in her family. you ridiculed the media for such little understanding of how genetics work.

this was the price of being a public person, yes, but even then, people were far too obsessive with your lifes. it seemed like after the war some parts of the industry had changed for the better, but the other parts changed for the worse. being a pro hero was still a highly respected profession, but now it was a performance too. about looks, about events, and about presence.

announcing the birth of your child to your friends and family had been a unique experience on it's own. masaru passed out on the spot after visiting you at the hospital afterwards. mitsuki was overjoyed, but scolded her son for keeping the fact her daughter in law went into labour a secret. but you think having her in that delivery room wouldn't help much, she'd be far too shaken by her emotions. besides, katsuki did a great job on his own.

you were barely prepared, but you've got so many support from them both it made you emotional just thinking about it. mitsuki showered your baby girl with everything you could possibly imagine for her, and she especially liked knitting her pink binnie hats for winter. pink was your favourite colour, and fumiko's too.

you never particularly liked the colour orange, but when she insisted on wearing her pink hat with orange gloves, somehow, she made that combination look fantastic. your little beauty.

the both of you planned on having kids, but the plan was to try to conceive when you're both close to your thirties. you wanted to have time to enjoy the true prime of your life without having to think about your child's needs yet. but things happen sometimes regardless of what you might have planned, and you nonetheless were overjoyed when fumiko graced your life.

she wasn't unwanted, she just came earlier than planned.

in an attempt to comfort your little girl, you said. "don't worry, fumi. it'll pass before you even realise." about to stand up, you didn't miss on planting a mandatory kiss on her forehead. she was your most unexpected blessing. so little, yet her force grounded you when things were getting too overwhelming to bare alone. you just wished it needn't be your daughter, but your supposed partner in life.

the girl giggled, she had particularly ticklish skin, even for a child. "now, were are we off to, sweetie?"

"to nana's house!" she exclaimed giddily, taking your outstretched hand, her's only able to wrap around your fingers which were longer. it was a sunday, a day of the week proclaimed to be family dinner day. today however, you were a little later than usual. you spent the earlier part of the day at the playground, since fumiko had an especially good time at the playground with her friends today.

you couldn't stop thinking about it. losing your husband would mean loosing the people who treated you with the love and care you never thought you'd get from more than one person. you grew up with no motherly figure present, your father never meeting or settling with another woman after he lost her. you never blamed him, but that didn't make growing up without a role model any easier.

he cared for you, but he could not act for both. the girlhood every other girl got to experience with their mom's moved past by you. perhaps that's why you were so thankful for mitsuki for letting you into her life now, you couldn't imagine a better mother-in-law.

she once told you you were like the daughter that she never had, before the day of your's and katsuki's wedding. you cried off all of your practice makeup into her shoulder then.

putting your girl in the booster seat which was behind yours, you secured the seatbelt while also adjusting it to be comfortable.

you didn't take safety for granted, and neither did your husband. that was possibly the only case you always agreed on and prioritised. if it takes just a couple more seconds to make sure your child doesn't move around her seatbelt trying to loosen it, then you'll spare that seconds.

starting your car, the engine roared just the way it always made your daughter giggle. saying car might be a little misleading, since it wasn't a toyota yaris but a porsche panamera. money does bring happiness, especially money of a no.7 pro hero and model.

after a while of driving, fumiko caught my attention on a red light. "mommy, did daddy call you from his trip?" your hands tightened on the wheel. you didn't know what to say to her, but looking at her through the rearview mirror you could clearly see it was important.

the reds turned yellow and you prepared to start going. "why? do you miss your daddy?" maybe she was just missing him extra hard today.. green light. "you can call him if you'd like, i can give you my phone." you offered nicely, but she only huffed back. the turning signal's sound clocked softly in the of your ears.

"..mm.. but why isn't he calling?" maybe she was worried, but to be honest you didn't expect her to be so caught up on this. a thought crossed your mind, maybe she's catching up? children are heavily affected by their surroundings. even if you did all you could to hide this from her and keep her beautiful and innocent mind protected, perhaps she could still sense an off feeling in the air.

"well.. i'm sure he must be very busy, sweetie." you didn't wanna leave her with just this. you must tell her something to not make her feel like her dad is neglecting her and you. "but i promise you, he thinks about you constantly. you're the reason daddy pushes through difficult missions. and you drive me this way, too."

fumiko put her hands against her face, mimicking what you'd always do when you're really flustered or grateful. you laughed, and you wished you could just pinch her cheeks right now. "aww..." she cooed to herself, truly a precious child.

soon after came a familiar turn, and she new it's the end of the ride. you had the keys to their gate with how many times you've been here by car. your daughter unbuckled her seatbelt herself, and before you could even step one foot on the ground she was already halfway to the front door.

you took a deep breath before you gently picked fumiko up to press the doorbell button. you knew you'd eventually bring the topic of your fragile relationship up, if your mother in law didn't do it before you. the door opened shortly after you put her down, uncovering a more than exited woman with distinctive spiky blonde hair.

"my baby!" mitsuki squealed, taking fumiko into her arms as soon as she got her sight on her. she reciprocated the enthusiasm, giggling just as loud. they rubbed noses. "i haven't seen you in so long!"

it's been two days since they've seen eachother, actually. katsuki's parents were angels on earth, always available to take care of her anytime, and more than happy to do so. fumiko was turning 4 years old in a month, and she was enrolled in kindergarten.

it's shameful for you to admit, but as a pro hero you don't have a lot of time to spare for your little girl. even after you started taking on less jobs than you did before you had her, if you add hero work, numerous interviews and collaborations with brands, you realise you come home far too exhausted to spend time with her the way she truly wants most of the time.

but there's benefits. you can spoil your daughter without second thoughts when you're with her, or even when you're not with her at the moment. again, money does bring happiness, regardless of what people might say. having money means having easy access to quality and quantity.

mitsuki huggs you after making sure fumiko is secure on her hip. it's a simple one arm hug, but it means much more to you than she may realise. "how have you been, sweetie?" she asked, running her hand through the back of your head. you were almost the same height, you being a little shorter than her. "good, mom." you softly replied, not wanting to get into it in fumiko's presence.

walking in further, you spotted masaru coming down the stairs with light difficulty. he retired early with his wife at the age of 60, due to his bothersome knee problems. he used a walking cane everyday now, and there was a possibility he'll have to switch to using a wheelchair in the future. you went up to hug him with a rather tight smile.

"hello lovely, how are you?" "i should be the one asking you that." all of you were worried when his health started deteriorating, but katsuki was the most shaken. he perceived his dad as some kind of unmovable pillar in his life. in a family full of chaos caused by two loud blondes masaru was a safe heaven. but this pillar is slowly loosing it's sturdiness.

"i'm more than fine, there's no need to fret."

sat at the table, you were in the middle of encouraging fumi to eat her cauliflower. it was delicious in your opinion, but she felt icky about it being a white broccoli. "cauliflowers are sweet, honey. c'mon, just a little taste?" she reluctantly opened her pursed mouth, and you moved the fork you were holding like an airplane landing in her mouth.

she chewed, and eventually gulped it down. "...give me another."

smart choice. if you cook cauliflower on it's own, it's taste will be pretty mediocre, but if you add some sugar to the water and take some extra time to fry breadcrumbs in butter and put them on top, it's pretty delicious. "here you go sweetie, how much do you want?" mitsuki started putting some on her plate. the girl said stop before her grandma reached for a third piece.

you were a firm believer in encouraging your kids to eat as many different foods as possible. introducing them to a wide range of flavour from a young age will make food more enjoyable to them as well. that's another thing money allowed.

masaru got her to try some pickled cabbage, but she didn't ask for more. still, the fact that she's eager to try was enough for you. after dinner, he offered to take her to the backyard where katsuki's old treehouse was while you and mom washed up the kitchen. your husband renovated the treehouse a couple years ago himself, to be ready and safe for when his daughter is old enough to play there.

you're unsure if he'd do that now. his mind changed, he wasn't this exited and generous for rarely anything anymore.

"..sweetie." mitsuki's voice echoed in your head, and you realized you were wiping that same plate for far too long now, unfocused. quickly putting it away, you took another dish from her and dried it with a cloth. "sorry."

now was the time to talk about this, with fumi gone for a good amount of time starting now, but you didn't know where to start. "..so, mind telling me why my son is absent today?" she boldly started, to your relief, which was just like her.

"he took on a mission overseas." it would've been nothing unusual, except for the fact katsuki has always openly rejected bigger missions outside of japan. this wasn't a job to him, it was vacation. a break of some sort, if you'd rather call it that.

mitsuki clicked her tongue, clearly not pleased with her son's actions. she understood. "what a dumbass.."

do you need a break? if we do, you'd rather he ask for it upfront than flee like that with an excuse. the press caught on, because of course they did. they monetized on your marriage while being a huge part of the reason why it's crashing in the first place.

"you know, i told him something.." what will her reaction be? it was a mistake to ever threaten him like that, and it might even be the beginning of the end.. "that if he goes, he can't expect me to welcome him back." you sucked on the inside of your mouth, waiting for her reaction.

she could advise you on what to do. and you desperately needed that advice right now.

"oh, honey.." you felt a hand gently caress the back of your head, and your lips pursed in a painted expression. she put your head against her chest, and you stayed like that for some time. "don't be so hard on yourself." a kiss met your forehead.

"i shouldn't have told him that.." "perhaps not, but he's still a bum for letting it go this far." your talk had been unfortunately paused by the sound of quick feet patting against the wood floor, a cane sound much farther away.

"what's up sweetie?" you asked your daughter, who was out of breath. she reached her hands up for you to take her into your arms, expectantly. "there's biting fies outside!" oh, right. it was already dark outside, you did come here at a later time than usual.

"did the mosquitos bite you? c'mon up, mommy will kiss it better." she loved being held, but unfortunately for her she was getting a little heavy. not yet though.

there were a lot of things you didn't want to loose by potentially loosing your marriage, but the undeniably biggest thing you feared for was how will this affect fumiko.

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⋮ ⌗┆pink goes well with orange, masterlist

!! ˙🍓 ̟★── main pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader

2nd pairing: izuku midoriya x ochaco uraraka ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

containing: timeskip (all pushing 30), relationships falling apart, attempt at recovering the relationship, reader and katsuki are married, reader and katsuki are parents, reader had a cryptic pregnancy, distress, disagreements, jealousy, miscommunication, reader is sensitive just like izuku, all characters are flawed ᥫ᭡.

01# does pink go well with orange?

chapter's synopsis: you love your little girl to death and beyond, and you'd do anything for her on the spot. with your relationship falling apart, all you can think of is you can't let this happen to her.

02# can pink go well with orange?

03# does pink go well with green?

04# what pink goes well with green?

05# pink goes well with green.

06# and pink goes well with orange.

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!! ˙🍓 ̟★── nerves spiking, bakugou drabble

synopsis: your boyfriend is a dumbass when it comes to the menstruation cycle, and even worse, he's a dumbass who's sure he knows what he's saying.

crashout: reader has a diploma in crashing out, katsuki is an irritating man, reader is a retired manhater (diva never retires), period cramps, not a cute comfort, reader is mean, cursing ᥫ᭡.

a/n: in honour of my dad pissing me off this morning

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if you could trash around the bed, you would. but it hurt too much to do.

"what a fucking dumbass!" you growled to yourself. he was the worst kind of stupid. a man shouldn't open his mouth and try to advise you. who does he think he is?

he doesn't know shit, his tone pisses you off so much. he's not a fucking gynecologist to tell you what to do, when you know your body better than anyone.

it doesn't matter what you eat or don't eat, nothing makes a difference at the start of your period. two days of constant pain is what you have to deal with every month, and the only thing that helps sometimes is two pills of ibuprofen.

you hear a knock on your door. you groan, all the nerves that haven't calmed down yet inside you spiking yet again. "go away!"

"just open the damn door!" you had the urge to take whatever was close to you and throw it at him, wishing it went through the door and hit his face. didn't you just tell him, you can't move for god's sake??

"i'm not doing shit, get out!" but then when your eyes are on the door, you see a small spark going through the crevices. is this asshole trying to blast your door open?

you groaned into your pillow loud, finding it a bother that he comes here. yeah yeah it's sweet that he cares, you're so ungrateful bla bla bla. doesn't change anything when you want to strangle him currently.

katsuki comes in and first thing he does, he opens the window. yeah, it stinks in here, you haven't ventilated your space since yesterday. "i brought you fucking soup from the kitchen." your kitchen at the dorms was regularly stocked up with basic food and ingredients.

"i hate soup." and it's not like you're sick. this doesn't work like that, what a fucking dumbass. he thinks this is a 'nurse me back to health' situation? him and his stupid fantasies.

"get up." next time, you'll make him buy a period cramp simulator and make him wear it everytime you have your period. "don't tell me what to do."

he placed his hands under your armpits and lifted you up so you're sitting, and handed you the spoon. "okay, now eat. i'm going back now. i'm only allowed to be out for some time."

"good, the sooner you leave the better." you hit him with the spoon, partially satisfying your fantasy of throwing something at him.

"i'm going, jeez. eat the soup, i made it." huh, so it was the one he made in stock for himself some time ago. mayhaps that makes it a little better.

"am i going to hear a speck of gratitude from you today?" yeah, not with that, no. he literally only brought you already cooked soup.

"go to hell, katsuki." he's fixing your door when you're in the mood to make use of him again.

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!! ˙🍓 ̟★── silly questions, mha drabble

featuring: bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, kirishima eijiro

synopsis: the questions you're asking have a much greater significance than the boys realise. your relationship is at stake, after all!

containing: crack, silly questions (duh), boys are sweating trying not to mess up, dramatic reader, implied that reader is a foreigner (sorry if you're japanese) ᥫ᭡.

more entries. ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

katsuki unlocked the door to his dorm room, holding it for me first which was unlike him.

"don't go soft on me now." i bitterly mumbled under my breath, going in first regardless of my bad mood right now. a little too late for that gentleman act now.

"are you going to forget it anytime soon? i told you i was sorry." katsuki sighed out, which just gave me the opposite message to what he intended. he closed the door behind him, and tried to embrace my waist on habit but stopped himself before he touched me.p

"it's hard to forget it when i can feel it still." this guy injured me during training while i was caught off guard. and don't laugh. "you did that with full purpose, you fucker."

"i thought you'd be fine as long as you dodge!" katsuki didn't go easy on me because we were together, which i appreciated, really. still, i could be upset about the pain. recovery girl healed it, but i was still having trouble standing up straight.

"if i was an ant would you carelessly step wherever you please, even if that meant squashing me?"

"if you- what?!" he made his signature ugly face, recognising my ask as the kind of question he often dreaded to answer.

i huffed, awaiting his answer as i tried to lay myself on the bed as painlessly as possible. i opted for stomach down position. "you're going to answer me anytime soon?"

he tched, clicking his tongue. he knew from experience that it's not about answering truthfully, but pleasing me, but also pleasing me while giving an honest opinion. a pain, but he couldn't run from it.

"i wouldn't let you be on the ground. you'd be sitting on my shoulder on something." he rolled his eyes at the stupid things coming out his mouth.

"hm." the short response indicated i was judging his performance.

"the council claims you're on thin ice."

a win is a win.

me and izuku were watching the same video of all might saving people from the fire from over 10 years ago. or, well, he was watching, i was already bored out of my mind.

he's making me watch all might clips almost everyday, whether that be in sending me edits of him on tiktok, or watching clips on youtube.

i'm not the most interested, but i do it for him since i know just how happy it makes him. besides, i make him sit and listen to music in a language he doesn't understand, and force many many culture facts onto him.

although, i think he enjoys the latter.

"izu, would you still love me if i stayed in [home country] for the rest of my life?"

he visibly gulped.

"... but would we ever meet?"

"that depends. would you ever go to my country?" he doesn't even know english that well, so it's unlikely. tread carefully.

"...would we meet online?" he's looking straight at the screen, but i see a droplet running down the side of his face.

"so you're saying you wouldn't."

"n-no! i'd love to!" "uh-huh."

"and yes, yes! i would love you.."

a moment of silence passed between us. i pondered on his fate.

"that's a bare minimum, but you pass. this time."

i mixed hair dye around in the glass bowl, soaking the brush in red. eijiro took the bowl from my hand, and with it mobile i began to part the first pieces and precisely go over the roots.

we were in the common bathroom, so the floor as well as well as the counter of the sink were covered with rags to not make a mess.

"thanks for helping me, babe." he said in that raspy voice of his, and at any other occasion i would kiss him on the head instead of responding.

"it's no trouble. i like dying your hair, i used to have a hairdresser phase when i was younger." everytime i would visit my grandma back home she would ask me to help her dye her hair.

"then i'll ask you more often." he grinned at the mirror, looking at me.

halfway in the process, he was telling me the things bakugou and him did on a hike this weekend. in a moment of a short pause, i striked.

"hey, i was wondering.." "mhm, yeah?"

"if somebody turned me into a cockroach and didn't tell you, do you think you'd be able to recognise me? or would you kill me."

eijiro turned his head up to look at me directly instead of through the mirror. his brows were slightly raised in surprise, while mine expectedly waited for an answer.

"did i ever tell you you have a mind like no other?" he chuckled, in wariness, that is.

"so?" "give me a second."

it took him a couple seconds to say something again, which i appreciated. a minute is too long.

"i would." his eyes gleamed like he cracked a code.

"how." he hates cockroaches. sprays them the second it's in his radar.

"you're so beautiful, you'd be different from other cockroaches." he's getting too smart. i'll need to step up my game.

"would you be willing to love me even if i could never be turned back?"

"yes. absolutely. i'd put you in my pocket."

"what if another boy cockroach decides to take me as his mate? what if that would be better for the both of us?" can cockroaches even fall in love?

now he was sweating, about time. "..i'd be very sad, but i'll accept it."

"wah wah wwwah." i immitaded a sad trombone.

"wrong." he's not supposed to give up on me, obviously..

[paulidiary]

this means something to me man😭

Happy Birthday Izuku 💚

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!! ˙🍓 ̟★── reconciling, dadzawa smau part 2!

containing: reader is aizawa's daughter, implied that reader is a hero in training, reader is easily emotional, aizawa cares for his daughter, heartfelt apologies, they have only eachother, fake friends, dementia joke ᥫ᭡.

part 1! more entries. ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

a/n: dadzawa you are so dear to me☹️

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people who hate cats are one thing, but boy cat owners who hate on girl cats enrage me a unique kind of way.

my beautiful loving kitty girl does NAWT hate me😿🩷

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!! ˙🍓 ̟★── scandalous, shouto timeskip

synopsis: the no.2 hero shouto might just be a saint of a man, with how non controversial he is. unfortunately, or fortunately for his image, his fans prove to be far more observant than he could ever imagine!

containing: drabble, timeskip, secret relationship, social media, shouto's got game, reader isn't really mentioned even, intercourse is suggested (???), basically jin's scandal ᥫ᭡.

more entries. ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

japanese twitter practically exploded this morning.

before you knew it, that picture was already doing circles around the internet, reaching all target audiences possible. the press, civilians, pro heroes, the youth, elders, everyone.

#proheroshouto

#shoutoscandal

#shoutoscandalonlive

the reason for so heavy attention was clear. the handsome pro hero has never been caught up in any type of controversy, from his days as a hero in training to now.

the man has proven himself to be absolutely untouchable to ragebaiters. many have tried to put him in a sticky position while streaming live, yet the hero just never caught on at the attempts to capture him breaking the calm act.

so, what could the scandal possibly be? did his nerves finally came loose? perhaps someone finally dug deep enough to uncover something cancel worthy from the gentleman's past???

the users were more than ready to find out.

"no.2 pro hero shouto caught in possession of a XXL durex condom on instagram live!"

a red circle attracted attention to the little blue packaging in the very left corner of the frame.

the man went live for a short while the evening before, interacting with fans with cold soba as his meal.

a blissful morning after, the young couple has woken up to a fun surprise surfing the internet.

"their quick must be eagle eyesight."

a/n: that fan would be god in finding lobotomy kirishima

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people who say he doesn't stutter after the timeskip are just wrong, love this🩷

ft. timeskip Izuku midoriya x teacher reader

summary: he has the fattest crush on you

Izuku Midoriya wasn’t sure when it started. Maybe it was the first time he saw you struggle to carry a stack of textbooks, and he rushed to help, only for you to flash him that warm, grateful smile that made his heart stutter. Or maybe it was when he overheard you telling Aizawa that your favorite coffee was a caramel macchiato, and the very next morning, he just happened to show up at your classroom door with one, acting like it was no big deal.

Either way, he was in deep.

“Morning, Y/N!” Izuku chirped, stepping into your classroom before the first bell. In his hand, a familiar cup. Your favorite coffee. Again.

Your eyes lit up as you took it, fingers brushing his for just a second—not that he was counting or anything.

“Midoriya, you really don’t have to do this every morning,” you teased, though you were already taking a sip. “You’re spoiling me.”

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just figured you’d need the energy. Long day ahead, right?”

“Yeah, but you have long days too. When’s the last time you let someone bring you coffee?”

Izuku opened his mouth, closed it, and looked away with a sheepish smile. “I, uh… well, I don’t really think about that.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you should. Fair is fair, right?”

You took another sip of the coffee he brought you, and oh no, he could feel his face heating up again. You always looked so—so alluring when you did that. Like it was the best thing you’d ever tasted.

“Midoriya?”

“Huh? Oh! Yes!” He straightened up, realizing he’d just been staring at you like an idiot. “Uh—sorry! I just—uh, I should probably get going! Lesson plans and all!”

You chuckled, tilting your head. “Alright, but tomorrow? I’m bringing you coffee.”

His heart skipped. “Oh! Uh—yeah! Okay! That sounds… great!”

He practically floated out of the room, heart pounding. Oh no. He liked you. A lot.

© sakuraszn! xoxo

[paulidiary]

!! ˙🍓 ̟★── repulsive, bakugou comfort

synopsis: you're repelled and frustrated looking at your own face, and vent to your boyfriend. he's more than flurried

containing: acne, chemicals used incorrectly and irresponsibly, self hate, katsuki aggressively fighting said self hate, teenage relationship, reader uses makeup, reader has had acne for a long time, i never notice i change the point of view ugh ᥫ᭡.

a/n: i'm having possibly the worst break out since getting acne, it's so tiring and frustrating to feel the pressure to put on makeup everyday and see just how much of a difference it really makes. and even then, you can clearly spot texture. it really does feel like painting a pig sometimes. i hope someone will feel a little better or at least a little more understood🩷

back to bkg masterlist. ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

cleanser. oil based, then water based. rub gently, but not too gently, otherwise you're just wasting product. but you have to cleanse thoroughly. it has to say for acne prone skin on the packaging, how can you use something that's not for your skin type?

you're so irresponsible. it's your own fault for having acne then.

you must use products that reduce acne.

does it make a difference? you've been using this face wash for two months now, it's almost empty. why do you keep on gaining new break outs?

it's probably your diet. you must stuff yourself with junk and complain.

toner. every couple days, you use a harsher one. it has AHA and BHA, it's good for your skin. that's what the dermatologist recommended.

you heard salicylic acid helps too. and niacinamide. and retinol, and azelaic acid. you've tried all in a moment of desperation. sometimes it helped, but then it stopped helping.

"if you feel burning, rinse off immediately."

why does it burn if it's supposed to help? i can't just keep on rinsing off everything that i'm supposed to use. it's supposed to help me.

i'd rather let it burn this damn thing off my face.

be careful around the eyes, it's a sensitive area. everything is a sensitive area.

after every step, you wash your hands. what if bacteria somehow found it's way on them when you accidentally swashed your pajamas?

you dry your hands with a clean towel. you make sure to change them everyday, and you have a separate hand towel and face towel for every day of the week. you're still suspecting there might be dirt on there though.

bamboo face cloths are the best for use. don't use normal towels, you can't. you're so sloppy and nasty, if you don't do all these basic things then it's your own fault for having acne.

you don't get to complain. you saw a girl on tiktok today with a huge cyst on her forehead. that could've been you. your acne isn't even that bad. what are you whining for.

serum. not one, no. are you kidding? one is for reducing active pimples, another one is best to reduce hyperpigmentation, and the third one has a calming effect and looks milky.

oh, and it's best to keep them in a cool place, if you didn't already know. i bet you did, though.

your mom bought you a skincare fridge on your birthday, how thoughtful of her. she even made you a homemade birthday cake, "because the store bought ones are full of sugar", she said.

next is spot treatment. you got these prescripted at the third dermatologist you went to. she mentioned a professional done procedure a little too fast for your ears not to tingle.

you keep a glycemic index she gave you above your desk. you have memoried the numbers by now. at the very top stands maltose (beer).

the medication needs to dry before you put on moisturizer, it's a 15 minutes wait minimum.

it's time to stare at yourself for 15 minutes and think. you count. one, two, three.. twenty one red spots that aren't pimples, just there. three active ones. that's one cheek.

thirteen of the same spots on the other, and two active ones. you like that cheek better. that's your left cheek.

perhaps it's because you often sleep on your right side. you change your pillow 2 times a week, but if you really tried, you'd buy a satin pillowcase.

if you really wanted your acne to be gone, you'd sleep on your back. that's on you.

your forehead has a couple bumps near the brows. they appear and dip every couple weeks.

there's blackheads on your nose, no matter how much you scrub it's always the first to be oily.

your chin is red for some reason. you have no idea why.

there's water on the floor, it dropped from your elbows when you were rinsing your face. 15 minutes pass, it's finally time to apply the last product.

it's 11pm. everyday, you spend half an hour on just your nightly skincare routine. applying makeup in the morning takes you 20 minutes, but there's still morning skincare.

and you can't neglect other hygiene, can you?

the products cost. the prescription costs. the visits to the dermatologist cost. but most importantly, it all costs your time and nerves.

it's been 2 years. everytime it gets better, you already know not to get happy. it all comes down sooner or later again. and again. and again and again.

you don't look at foods the same. everything reminds you of that damn index.

you're envious of denki and sero and kirishima for going on trips to the convenience store every second evening. you let yourself take one piece of junk food they're always offering.

you probably shouldn't have. you're just asking for new break outs this way.

you're always the one offering to take pictures. whenever you're in frame, you just wish you weren't.

but you do wanna be in those pictures, so badly. you just can't handle feeling like you're ruining it.

you don't wash your face at a sleepover before no one goes to sleep. you don't want to be seen.

you know you're not ugly. whenever you put on makeup, you take a second to imagine yourself without texture. that how you would look. how you wished you could just take your skin off and grow a new one.

your friends compliment you. your boyfriend says you have pretty eyes. you can't help but think he's always repeating that cause he can't bring himself to look away. right at your disgusting skin.

you walk out. he's already showered, and has been waiting for you on the mattress.

"you spend so long in there i could swear you grew roots to the floor." he rasped out, katsuki's voise as groggy as ever.

the only light turned on is the desk light, and it's turned away. you purposely place it as close to the wall as possible for it to be dim.

"believe me when i tell you i hate it more than you do." i plop on the bed right beside him, my back grazing against his chest. i've always liked this position the most. it felt less vulnerable.

of course, i don't believe my boyfriend hates my face. it's just being seen like this, by anyone, that repulses me.

"then do it faster. i get bored just waiting for you." that earnes him a sigh, and a jabby comeback.

"i'm not your entertainer. fight boredom by yourself." i know he doesn't mean to, but it frustrates me whenever anyone just tells me what to do about it like it's so easy.

thanks, i haven't yet thought of drinking more water. revolutionary advice, really.

"blast my face off. that will make us both a favour." i murmured, frowning at his palm. i layed on his open bicep, and it frustrated me that all i could think about was 'what if it'll get me acne?'

"hey, watch it. i'm not doing anything to your pretty face." his voice was gruff but pretty quiet. it was late for him after all. his sleeping schedule absolutely crumbled when we started dating.

i exhaled through my nose. "...pretty." it wasn't a question. it was like a pun for me, a hurtful one.

"got a problem?" oh, he's getting defensive before he even knows what it's about.

"i'm repulsive, kats."

"don't talk about my fucking girlfriend like that. i have the urge to strangle you." katsuki growled out immediately, always ready to fight in my name. he tensed up his arm, it no longer felt like a pillow but like a brick. he was not loud, but it still felt like he was yelling at me.

"who's this girlfriend i don't know about?" i try to joke. it doesn't land.

"y/n. i'm being serious."

"katsuki if you had to live with my face-"

"i do live with it. i see your face everyday, and i say it's pretty.!" he raised his voice and tried to turn me around, but i fought against it.

"don't try to look at me." a plea comes out. i think i'll be brought to tears the moment he turns me around. i feel myself cracking this instant.

it's such a humiliating feeling having to sit through someone trying to make you feel better, while you sit with the reality.

"how am i supposed to get that in your head if i can't even see you.." he whisper yelled in frustration, while i brought a hand to my face in hopes of covering it.

if i tell him i believe him, that would be a lie. i want my skin clear, i can't keep on looking like this. i try to stop myself but my hand starts shaking on it's own.

"oh fuck no." he closed the arm on me, ultimately turning me around like i told him not to.

"listen. i'm not going to be quiet when my literal girlfriend puts herself down!"he grumbled out the last words, like he was manually restraining himself from yelling my ears off. that made me laugh more than anything.

"you're pretty. you're so pretty the things you see aren't even noticeable to me. you know better than anyone else i don't sugarcoat." he held my head to look at him, avoiding touching my face but instead putting his palms by the ear area.

his eyes were wide and eyebrows raised up, at the same time frowning. he has a permanent wrinkle in between of them, with how much he does it.

i look at the wrinkle, i like that wrinkle.

"..stop staring. i see where your eyes are going." i know he hates that wrinkle which made me smile, my cheeks going up and grazing his hands just lightly.

i was kinda touched by the way he just fought me on this without hesitation. he may not be a mushy, lovey dovey boyfriend, but i still wouldn't replace him with no one other. he doesn't sugarcoat, i'm sure of it. so it's easy to trust that he really means what he says.

katsuki brought my head closer, pecking me on the lips fast several times. it was how you'd peck a cat when you get cuteness aggression.

i still want him to blast my face off, but maybe it shouldn't be what i'm meant to focus on now.

a/n: this is such a vent 😭 i really do have that stupid glycemic index memoried

pls don't flop pls don't flop pls don't flop

[paulidiary]

!! ˙🍓 ̟★── wash slander, bakugou smau part 2!

containing: timeskip, curse words, unprofessional business relationship, pro hero boss bakugou, secretary of said hero reader, wash slander lol, we hurt bakugou's feelings, nice bakugou (he wants us a little less subtly than before) ᥫ᭡.

part 1! back to bkg masterlist. ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

a/n: guys this smau is doing really good numbers-wise but i think i might leave it an open ending like this🩷 i don't want to pressure myself into only writing for bakugou. since i've started this blog (like 3 days ago lol) i noticed my bakugou works are getting much more attention that my other ones, but i don't want that to influence me if you know what i mean. i'll still write for him a lot (he's been my favourite since i was 11) so don't worry👍 thank you for reading🩷

[paulidiary]

!! ˙🍓 ̟★── middle school diary, midoriya one shot

synopsis: you've always been curious about the numerous notebooks belonging to izuku. he's flustered but allows you to go through them, except there's more than just quirk and hero analysis inside!

containing: mentions of bullying, (death)threats, cringe middle school phases, unhinged 14 year old izuku, puppy love, izuku almost has a heart attack, reader and izuku went to the same middle school, reader is nosy and touchy ᥫ᭡.

back to izu masterlist. ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

a/n: i'm rewatching mha from the start, he changed SO much my boy😭😭😭

there were 13 notebooks if i was counting correctly. all of which i was itching to go through and inject into my soul.

i didn't hide my desire in the slightest, several times i asked him about them, wishing just for a glance longer than a couple seconds. izuku turned into a hot mess every time i mentioned how much i want to read them.

i didn't get what he was so embarrassed about, i knew for a fact his analysis are better than any english essay i've ever written, even without actually seeing what's inside.

"please izu..?" he sat on his chair, just having finished yet another entry to the notebook. i didn't know who it was about, but i didn't care much. i was standing up as close to him as possible, cradling my arms around his head in a hug.

no matter how long and how often i'd do this, izuku always reacted the same, blushing profusely and stiffening up. i could hear him attempting to say something, probably reject my request again, but all that could come out of his mouth was incoherent mumbles and stuttering.

"izuku please.. i'm so curious! won't judge you or anything, promise!" i kept hogging him close to my chest and swaying, i couldn't stand still from the curiosity.

"...i guess if you want to so much.. there's nothing very interesting in there anyway.." he mumbled out, hiding his embarrassed face behind his hands, surrendering to my pleas. "oh yeah!" i exclaimed, giddy to finally get a peek into izuku's literal sanctuary.

he got up to give up his seat to me, and took out all of his notebooks from one of the cabinets of his bookshelf. "they're all mixed up- so.. just start from whichever you want." he squeaked, planting his body on the bed head down.

"i'm just gonna, yeah.." i heard him mumble to himself again, but only recognised the word 'humiliating'. chuckling at his silly state, i began to read. and rarely was i so eager to read.

from time to time i made sounds, sometimes laughing at a silly drawing he drew at the margin of a page, sometimes murmuring something under my nose (the habit is contagious, apparently).

out of 13 i think this was my 5th notebook, his handwriting was a little different, more jagged making it slightly harder to understand. i pushed through, managing to get the point most of the time.

but then i turned a page and stopped. izuku was not only a genius when it came to strategy and observance, but also a skilled artist at heart. what blessed my eyes was a familiar face, my face. i could decipher the background well enough to know what it was, the schoolyard at aldera junior high.

he drew me sitting on my favourite bench from back then, a sakura tree a little to the left side on the page. i liked this spot so much because of that tree, i used to eat lunches there with my friends everyday. but i was alone here, looking out somewhere with my legs swinging.

it was a beautiful drawing, and it left me speechless for a whole minute. he drew me. i looked for a date, and found it at the back of the notebook in the right top corner: it was from almost 3 years ago.

we didn't interact much in middle school. back then, i hadn't even transferred to his class yet, i was still in a different one. my heart skipped a beat.

i turned a page, and it seemed like it was back to hero analysis: gang orca this time. huh, maybe it was just a coincidence. his notebooks weren't organised very neatly, it just seemed like he wrote whatever he felt like and didn't care for order.

i continued reading, and after some time, i stumbled on another thing again. this page wasn't an entry, it was about.. bakugou..?

"today, kacchan hit me again. it hurt." oh..

i was about to turn the page, i didn't want to snoop in his personal experiences and feelings like that. he gave me permission to go through his notebooks, probably forgetting that he ever wrote this. but the second sentence caught my attention before i could look away.

"i thought of dodging so i could finally end his pathetic obnoxious life." oh.

"today i almost grabbed him by the hair and threw him out the window."

there was one more paragraph. one that made my jaw drop.

"one of kacchan's goons got to sit next to her in the new seating arrangement. i'm considering stuffing him with nails up his ass and hiding pins in his food." the word her had a heart around it, unlike kacchan's goons, scribbled over in red ink.

"u-mm.." my voice broke. i turned on the chair to maybe get an explanation..? or not, i don't really know what to think of this.

i remember i thought of him as a timid guy in class, and i took pity on him but back then bakugou scared me more than anything so i didn't even try to stop things he was doing.

"izu.. i'm not sure if this is hero analy-"

looking at the book's cover, he screamed bloody murder. "NO D-DON'T READ THAT-" he jumped onto me immediately, yanking his diary out of my hands. he ended up hitting his head on my knee and probably alerting both mineta and aoyama who were his dorm neighbours.

that didn't seem to affect him much, as he got up in speedy time and swashed all the notebooks off the desk.

"ARE YOU okay-?" i was concerned about his eye. "NO- no i'm not no i'm not you just read through these ughh.."

"don't worry i thought the drawing was cute..!"

"what draw-" he covered his mouth in distress, whining into his palms. red ears indicating his heart rate hasn't gone any slower.

the next day, izuku had a violet bruise on his right cheekbone just under his eye, and i sported a dark blob on my left knee.

i couldn't look at izuku the exact same as before, but not in a way that he might think. i just found this little new addition to how i viewed him in my head fun.

a/n: when i saw this i immediately got to work

[paulidiary]

this is the cutest😭😭 izuku my baby

A COLLECTION OF MOMENTS .

⌗ synopsis: today’s izuku birthday, and you’re his lovely spouse. so, you surprise your husband izuku on his birthday after his teaching day at ua with a heartfelt gift which shows the memories of you and him.

⌗ pairing: (MHA/BNHA) {timeskip} izuku midoriya x spouse! reader

⌗ a/n: sry for like the sudden thing, but seriously happy birthday izuku!! legit has been one of my favorite characters to EVER stumble upon in my life (cause he’s totally relatable?) ILYSM IZUKUUU 🫶🫶

the late afternoon sun streamed through the windows of class 1-a, casting long golden shadows across the empty desks. izuku stood at the front of the classroom, erasing the last of the day's lesson from the whiteboard, his green curls catching the light as he moved. the soft scratching of the eraser against the board was the only sound in the otherwise quiet room.

"great work today, everyone," he had told his students just moments before as they filed out, their excited chatter about weekend plans fading down the hallway. teaching at ua had been a dream come true, watching the next generation of heroes grow and develop their quirks under his guidance. but now, in the peaceful silence that followed, izuku felt the familiar weight of exhaustion settling into his shoulders.

he was just gathering his papers when he heard the soft knock on the classroom door.

"come in," he called, not looking up from his desk.

"i hope i'm not interrupting anything important, sensei midoriya."

izuku's head snapped up at the familiar, teasing voice, and his face immediately broke into the brightest smile as he saw you leaning against the doorframe. even after all these years together, his heart still did that little skip whenever you appeared unexpectedly.

"you're never interrupting," he said, practically bouncing over to you. "i thought you were working late tonight?"

"i might have told a little white lie to my boss about feeling under the weather," you admitted with a gentle smile, reaching up to smooth down one of his unruly curls. "someone i care about has a birthday today, and i couldn't let him spend it alone grading papers."

izuku's cheeks flushed pink, and he ducked his head slightly. "you didn't have to do that. i know how important that project is—"

"izuku." you placed a gentle hand on his cheek, making him look at you. "nothing is more important than celebrating you."

his eyes immediately began to well up with tears, and he leaned into your touch. "i love you so much," he whispered, voice thick with emotion.

"i love you too, birthday boy," you whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "now, are you done here? i have something for you."

izuku nodded eagerly, quickly shoving the last of his papers into his bag. "what is it? you didn't have to get me anything, really. just being here with you is enough—"

"izuku," you interrupted gently, taking his hand. "let me spoil you a little bit, okay? it's your special day."

the walk to your shared apartment was filled with izuku's animated recounting of his day, his free hand gesturing excitedly as he told you about his students' progress and a particularly impressive quirk development he'd witnessed. you listened with fond attention, occasionally squeezing his hand when he got especially enthusiastic.

"oh! and yamamoto finally managed to maintain her ice constructs for a full minute without them melting," he continued as you unlocked the front door. "she's been working so hard on her temperature control, and i think she's really starting to understand the breathing technique i showed her. it's the same one todoroki used to use, actually, and—"

he stopped mid-sentence as you led him into the living room, where you'd set up a small celebration. soft fairy lights twinkled around the room, and his favorite dinner sat waiting on the coffee table along with a small cake decorated with green frosting and a single candle.

"you did all this?" izuku's voice was barely a whisper, and you could see the tears starting to form in his eyes again.

"i wanted to make tonight special," you said softly, guiding him to sit on the couch. "i know you've been working so hard lately, and i thought you deserved something just for you."

izuku was quiet for a moment, just taking in the scene before him. then, without warning, he turned and wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your neck as his shoulders began to shake with quiet sobs.

"hey, what's wrong?" you asked gently, running your fingers through his hair.

"nothing's wrong," he managed between tears. "i'm just... i'm so happy. i can't believe i get to have this, to have you. sometimes i still can't believe this is real."

you held him close, pressing soft kisses to the top of his head. "it's real, izuku. you deserve all the happiness in the world."

after a few minutes, he pulled back and wiped his eyes, giving you a watery smile. "sorry, i'm such a crybaby."

"you're my crybaby," you said fondly, thumbing away a remaining tear. "and i love every part of you, tears and all."

you spent the next hour eating dinner together, izuku's eyes lighting up at every bite of his favorite katsudon. he told you more stories from his day, and you shared funny moments from your own work. the conversation flowed easily, as it always did between you two, comfortable and warm like a favorite blanket.

when the cake came out, izuku's face practically glowed in the candlelight as he made his wish. you had a feeling you knew what he'd wished for – the same thing he always did. more time, more moments like this one, more life to share with you.

"so," you said after you'd both finished your cake, "i have one more thing for you."

izuku perked up immediately, his eyes widening. "another surprise? really, you've already done so much—"

"trust me," you said, reaching behind the couch where you'd hidden his gift. "i think you'll like this one."

you pulled out a carefully wrapped package, not too big but substantial enough to hold weight. izuku took it with reverent hands, as if it were made of the most precious material in the world.

"can i open it?" he asked, and you nodded.

his careful fingers peeled away the wrapping paper, revealing a beautiful leather-bound photo album. the cover was a deep forest green – his favorite color – with golden lettering that read "our story" embossed on the front.

"oh," izuku breathed, his fingers tracing the letters. "it's beautiful, but—"

"open it," you encouraged softly.

with trembling hands, izuku opened the album to the first page. his breath caught in his throat as he saw the first photo – a picture of the two of you from your second year at ua, both of you grinning widely after a particularly challenging training session. your faces were dirt-streaked and exhausted, but the joy in your eyes was unmistakable.

"this is..." he started, but his voice failed him.

"keep going," you whispered, settling closer to him so you could look at the photos together.

page by page, izuku turned through the album, each photo carefully chosen and placed to tell the story of your relationship. there were pictures from your ua days – study sessions in the library, festival preparations, quiet moments in the dorms. photos from graduation, both of you in your caps and gowns, izuku's face streaked with happy tears even then.

"i remember this," he said softly, pointing to a photo of you two at your first apartment, surrounded by boxes and looking overwhelmed but happy. "you insisted we unpack the kitchen first because you said home wasn't home without the ability to make tea."

"and you cried when you found the mug i'd gotten you with 'world's best hero' written on it," you added with a gentle laugh.

"i still use that mug every morning," izuku said, turning the page.

more photos followed – your first anniversary, holidays spent together, lazy sunday mornings, and quiet evenings. there were pictures from izuku's first day as a pro hero, his face beaming with pride and nervousness. photos from your own career milestones, izuku always right there cheering you on.

"this is our engagement," izuku whispered, his finger hovering over a photo of him down on one knee in the park where you'd had your first date, his face red and tear-streaked but determined. "i was so nervous i almost forgot the speech i'd practiced."

"you were perfect," you assured him, remembering how your heart had felt like it might burst from your chest. "i would have said yes if you'd just asked without any words at all."

the photos continued through your wedding day – both of you radiant with joy, surrounded by friends and family. izuku had cried through the entire ceremony, and there were tissues visible in nearly every photo. your favorite was one of you wiping away his tears as he said his vows, both of you lost in your own little world.

"and here's our honeymoon," izuku said, voice growing thick again as he looked at photos of you both on a quiet beach, completely relaxed and happy. "that was the best week of my life."

"just that week?" you teased gently.

"well, every week with you is the best week of my life," he amended, making you laugh.

the album continued through your married life – moving into your current apartment, adopting your cat (who had somehow managed to get into several photos), quiet domestic moments, and celebrations with friends. there were photos from izuku's first day teaching at ua, his nervous excitement palpable even in the still image.

as you reached the more recent photos, izuku's tears were flowing freely again. there were pictures from just last month – you two cooking dinner together, izuku grading papers while you worked on your laptop nearby, a selfie you'd taken during a rare day off spent in the park.

"how did you get all of these?" izuku asked, his voice wonder-filled.

"i've been collecting them for months," you admitted. "every time i saw a photo of us, i saved it. i wanted to show you how beautiful our life together has been, how many wonderful moments we've shared."

"we have shared so many moments," izuku agreed, carefully turning to the last page.

the final photo was from just last week – izuku had fallen asleep grading papers, and you'd found him curled up at the kitchen table, his reading glasses askew and his hair mussed. you'd covered him with a blanket and snapped a quick photo, not because he looked silly, but because he looked so peaceful, so content. it was a perfect representation of your quiet, domestic happiness.

but it was the message you'd written on the last page that broke him completely.

"to my izuku, on your birthday – these photos represent just a fraction of the moments we've shared, but each one is a treasure. from that first day you nervously asked me to study with you in second year, to this very moment as you read this, you have been the greatest gift life has ever given me. thank you for sharing your dreams with me, for letting me be part of your story, and for making every ordinary day feel extraordinary. i love you more than words could ever express, and i can't wait to fill a hundred more albums with our adventures. happy birthday, my hero. here's to forever. all my love, forever and always."

izuku completely broke down then, clutching the album to his chest as he sobbed. these weren't just tears of happiness – they were tears of overwhelming gratitude, of disbelief that he could be so lucky, of pure, unconditional love.

"i can't— this is too much," he managed between sobs. "i don't deserve this, i don't deserve you—"

"stop," you said firmly but gently, pulling him into your arms. "you deserve every good thing in this world, izuku midoriya. you deserve love and happiness and someone who sees how incredible you are."

"but i'm just me," he whispered into your shoulder. "i'm not special, i'm not—"

"you're everything," you interrupted, holding him tighter. "you're the kindest person i know, the most dedicated, the most loving. you inspire everyone around you to be better, including me. you are so, so special, izuku."

you held him as he cried, running your fingers through his hair and whispering soft reassurances. it was several minutes before he calmed down enough to pull back and look at you, his eyes red-rimmed but shining with love.

"i love you," he said, voice hoarse from crying. "i love you so much it hurts sometimes, in the best way possible."

"i love you too," you replied, cupping his face in your hands. "more than you'll ever know."

izuku leaned forward and kissed you then, soft and sweet and full of emotion. when you broke apart, he rested his forehead against yours.

"this is the best birthday i've ever had," he whispered.

"it's not over yet," you pointed out with a smile. "we still have the rest of the evening."

"what else could there possibly be? you've already given me everything."

"well," you said, settling back into his arms, "i was thinking we could look through the album again, and you could tell me your favorite memories from each photo. and then maybe we could watch that hero documentary you've been wanting to see. and tomorrow, we could start working on new memories to add to the next album."

izuku's smile was radiant as he nodded eagerly. "i would love that. all of it."

as you settled together on the couch, the photo album open between you, izuku couldn't help but think about how different his life had turned out from what he'd imagined as a young boy. he'd dreamed of being a hero, of saving people and making a difference. and while he'd achieved those dreams, what he hadn't expected was this – the quiet, domestic happiness of being loved completely and unconditionally.

"thank you," he said softly as you turned back to the first page of the album. "for all of this, for everything. for choosing me."

"thank you for letting me choose you," you replied, pressing a kiss to his temple. "and for choosing me back, every single day."

as the evening wore on, you went through the album photo by photo, izuku sharing memories and stories, laughing and crying in equal measure. the fairy lights twinkled around you, the remnants of birthday cake still on the coffee table, and your cat curled up on the armchair nearby.

it was a perfect moment – not because it was grand or dramatic, but because it was real. it was your life, your love, your collection of shared moments that had built into something beautiful and lasting.

and as izuku looked at the photos of your life together, he knew that his birthday wish had already come true. he had more time, more moments, more life to share with you. he had everything he'd ever wanted, wrapped up in the gentle smile of the person who'd chosen to love him.

"happy birthday to me," he whispered, so quietly you almost didn't hear it.

"happy birthday, my love," you whispered back, and in that moment, everything was perfect.

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