paulidiary

[paulidiary]

!! ˙🍓 ̟★── 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᭡.

go back to masterlist. ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

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 💚

[paulidiary]

!! ˙🍓 ̟★── 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! back to other masterlist. ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

a/n: dadzawa you are so dear to me☹️

[paulidiary]

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😿🩷

[paulidiary]

!! ˙🍓 ̟★── 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᭡.

back to other masterlist. ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

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

[paulidiary]

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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[paulidiary]

"smut" "mdni" "18+" GO AWAY I BEG😭😭😭

How I feel after skipping past all the smut in a fanfic cause I’m only in the mood for fluff

[paulidiary]

!! ˙🍓 ̟★── ride home, bakugou smau part 1!

containing: timeskip, pro hero dynamight, secretary of said pro hero reader, reader is kind of a workaholic, bakugou wants us subtly ᥫ᭡.

part 2! back to bkg masterlist. ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

a/n: i wanna ride that porsche and sth else 🩷

a/n: izuku in the backseat 😭😭😭

[paulidiary]

!! ˙🍓 ̟★── sun kissed, bakugou one shot

synopsis: you go to sunbathe at your boyfriend's house and katsuki is feeling a lot more mushy than usual

containing: soft bakugou, acts of service bakugou, established teenage (17) relationship, lover boy, ohh he loooves her, fluff, hints of underage drinking, reader likes sunbathing ᥫ᭡.

a/n: i'm proud of this one🥹

back to bkg masterlist. ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

it was finally summer break, and like every year, i couldn't miss this opportunity.

with high uv rays incoming, i prepared myself the best i could with my limited budget. i'm going to get tan, i'm going to get tan lines, and i'm going to take the best beach picture the world has yet to seen.

i got my hands on the cutest, skimpiest bathing suit there was, and a shawl to match when i don't feel like going everywhere with my butt in the open. the top was two triangles that could be readjustable and straps to tie at the back and the back of the neck, while the bottom had no bows to tie.

before summer, i bought myself so many cute tops i fell in love with, wedge sandals on a platform, sunnies, skirts, everything. i'll be thriving everywhere i go, people will look at me and think wow this girl is so summer.

that is my annual dream, to look like a summer fairy.

today i start. no back downs, no sloppy mistakes, no uneven spots, no burning. it'll be perfect.

you; to kats🩷:

can i borrow your backyard??

please

there was no use trying to sunbathe on my apartment's balcony. what else were boyfriends with big houses for, if not for a place to sunbathe?

i walked in through the back door that's rarely locked, katsuki texted me he's upstairs in his room if i need him. well, he didn't phrase that this nicely, but i was a pro at reading between the lines with him by this point.

it just so happens that i do need him.. to blow air into the sun bathing pool i brought with me, and fill it up with water from his tap. then, when i'm all nice and cosy, he could get me a drink when i get thirsty. that way, i don't have to get up and just get to tan and relax all day long.

i put my stuff on the coffee table to not drag it all the way back and forth with me, and started going up the stairs. his parents, just like mine, are at work until 5, so there's no point looking for them to say hi.

i knocked on his door just out of habit, but didn't wait until i got permission to enter. katsuki's room was big,and full of things like consoles, all might merch and DC comics. you can tell he's an only child.. not to mention, he had a lot of clothes, and a separate wardrobe in which you could take at least 3 steps.

and just as i walked in, he walked out of said wardrobe.

"tch, don't just walk straight in!" he scolded me, sliding the wardrobe door shut behind him. he was dressed simply, unlike me, in just dark navy jorts that were just a little bit too baggy. his ears were a tad pink, and it wouldn't be a reach to assume he's feeling a tiny bit vulnerable for being in an open view like that.

i don't blame him for walking around without a shirt in 35 degree weather, in his house.

"awh, you have nothing to be embarrassed about!" i walked up closer, a lot more exited to see him than him me it seemed. it would be our first summer spent as a couple, we got together in october last year. "come hang out with me, we haven't seen eachother in like, a week!"

a week was a lot considering we've at least seen eachother almost everyday since getting together cause of school. katsuki just came back from vacation yesterday, so maybe he has had enough of the sun. but he can still sit in the shade..

katsuki couldn't focus fully on what she was saying, too occupied with staring at her glossy lips. maybe it was his starved heart talking, but she looked more amazing than usual. smelled more potent than usual. it's been a week since he last seen her, and with his head blank...

"anyway, you look good with tan skin-" he shut her up with the only thing he could think of doing right then, putting his lips against her's so softly it almost seemed hesitant. it wasn't like the usual kisses they'd do, teeth slamming against eachother and pulling away breathless at the end, feeling hazy and almost drunk.

but he did feel lightheaded, that's what he felt like most times in her presence.

she didn't do what she usually does either, instead just took his hand, thumb going through his fingers lightly.

despite being delicate and slow, it lasted enough. she broke the kiss, and for the shortest moment, his lips reached for her before stopping and accepting that's enough. her eyes were looking down, focused on the hand she's holding, on who it belonged to. when she looked up, their eyes locked instantly, and both felt tingling on their ears this time.

my eyes closed on their own, my mind and body completely relaxed. the sun shining down at me felt like a warm blanket draped on you when you're sleeping soundly without a care in the world.

my pool was perfectly inflated, the water the best temperature to be cool and soothing. i've been laying out here for about an hour now, and it was about time i turned to tan the other side. katsuki came back inside, i don't know for what.

but soon enough, i heard the faint sound of grass crumbling repeatedly. katsuki sat down under the parasol near my pool (that he put together and took here), and put a cold glass against my face. i peeked one eye open to see a red drink.

"it's sangria. take it."

oh, right. katsuki was in spain. his mother must have liked the drink.

i turned to lay on my tummy, my elbows steadying against the ground to hold my upper body up. he placed my glass on the grass just in front of me, which earned him a sincere "thanks". it had cut up oranges inside as well as one orange on the rim of the glass, that's what took him so long.

"mom got home and made it within the same hour. i'm pretty sure the next neighbour knows where we've been and what we drank by now." i giggled, taking a sip. it was good, i'll ask mitsuki for the recipe when she's back.

i felt my hair fall out of my clip, sighing in mild frustration. before i could even attempt to redo the hairstyle, my boyfriend managed to set down his own drink and scooch closer to get ahold of my locks.

"thanks." i said again, getting a feel of his fingers brushing my hair. i had face framing strands that kept on falling out, making katsuki grumble in frustration.

he finally opted for putting my longer hair up and tucking the loose strands behind my ears. he was looking at me so... i didn't know how to label that kind of gaze.

his eyes were the window to his soul, and the more i held eye contact, the more beautiful his soul seemed to be.

i sometimes forget that he literally loves me, and i'm not just annoying him all the time. i know for sure, the fact he's letting me in so close is telling more that words could ever begin.

over the course of another couple hours, katsuki kept on moving the umbrella the way the sun kept moving in the sky. he also notified me whenever an hour would pass, and he refilled my drink continuously. i sometimes felt him picking up any bugs that dared to sit on me, and swat away any bigger ones, like flies.

i hadn't asked him to do anything of the mentioned.

sometimes, short conversations would start and end in comfortable notion.

"cute swimsuit."

"mmm. i went shopping with ochaco 4 days ago."

"mm." i felt his gaze on me.

"how was spain?"

"cool. i like sangias."

"me too. i liked the pictures."

"took them for you. hag said you can come next time."

with a content smile on my face, i peeked my eyes open again to see him sporting that same smile right beside me.

it was time to go home, and the only thing i dreaded more than saying goodbye to katsuki was packing that damn sun bathing pool.

"just leave it, dumbass. you're coming here tomorrow anyway."

"huh?" we didn't plan for anything though.

"where else are you going to tan with uv 8?"

a/n: i love katsuki and i lobe sangrias😋

lit katsuki in the kitchen (tiktok)

[paulidiary]

Anon Hate, Harassment, and Discourse in the AoT Fandom

Okay, I want to speak out about what’s been happening in this fandom.

The screenshots above are just a fraction of the anonymous hate messages I’ve recently received: messages filled with ableism, queerphobia, slurs, and outright harassment. And I’m not alone. I’ve seen other people—meta writers, smut writers, self-shippers, and regular shippers—face the same treatment just for participating in the Levi and AoT fandom in a way that someone else didn’t like.

This needs to stop.

When you send anon hate, when you harass someone because you don’t like their headcanons or meta, you are hurting a real person. That person may be struggling with mental illness, trauma, grief, or any number of things you cannot see from behind the safety of a screen. This kind of behavior isn't just petty or rude. It’s cruel. And it’s dangerous. No amount of discourse is worth dehumanizing another person over.

Whether someone prefers Dom Levi, Sub Levi, Switch Levi, or doesn't sexualize Levi at all—none of these preferences justify harassment. Whether someone self-ships, writes smut, engages in shipping, or sticks rigidly to the manga's events via meta analysis—none of that warrants the abuse we’re seeing. People are allowed to have different relationships with fiction. People are allowed to explore characters in different ways. That’s literally what fandom is for.

I also want to add: meta is not an attack. It’s not a threat. Meta is just analysis based on what we observe in the canon material. Meta writers aren’t trying to ruin anyone’s fun. They’re not telling you how to write your fanfic. They're not kink-shaming you. They’re sharing their own interpretation of the character through a literary, psychological, or thematic lens. That’s it.

It’s also not “obsessive” or “disturbing” to analyze the darker elements of canon. AoT deals explicitly with genocide, racism, sexual violence, fascism, disability, and more. Discussing these things thoughtfully is not the same as endorsing or fetishizing them. If someone is analyzing the trauma Levi has endured, or the ableism he may face post-war, or how his characterization may reflect real-world dynamics—those are valid topics. You might not want to engage with those discussions. That’s fine. But that’s what blocking accounts, filtering tags, and scrolling are for. Not harassment.

Smut writers deserve the same respect. Sexualizing a fictional character is not immoral. Writing smut is not predatory. Consuming or creating NSFW content that brings you or others joy is fine. You don’t have to like every kind of fanwork that exists, but that doesn’t give you the right to try and chase others out of the space for enjoying it.

When you harass people over meta, smut, self-shipping, headcanons, or shipping preferences, you shrink the fandom. You make it harder for people to create. You silence people who just want to talk about the characters they love. And that doesn’t protect the integrity of the source material; it just fosters fear and gatekeeping.

Let’s be clear: no one is obligated to interpret Levi exactly the way you do. If someone views him through a different lens—whether that's a trauma-informed one, a queer one, a kink-positive one, or anything else—that’s not an attack on you. That’s their relationship with the character. And that diversity of perspective is what makes fandom so rich in the first place.

This latest round of discourse over whether Levi is dominant, submissive, a virgin, celibate, kinky, vanilla, etc., has gone too far. You are allowed to have preferences. You are allowed to explore fantasies. But once it crosses the line into demanding others conform to your interpretation—or worse, punishing them when they don’t—you’ve stopped engaging with fandom in good faith.

So if you don’t like someone’s content, block them. Unfollow. Filter tags. Curate your experience. But stop using the anonymity of the internet to harm people who are just trying to enjoy a fictional character in the ways that are meaningful to them.

We can disagree. We can interpret things differently. But harassment is never, ever okay.

[paulidiary]

!! ˙🍓 ̟★── daddy's trouble, dadzawa smau part 1!

containing: reader is aizawa's daughter, implied that reader is a hero in training, it's not implied anywhere but the family only consists of them two, reader is irresponsible, aizawa is a worried and strict parent, they both care for eachother very much, they have only eachother, angst ᥫ᭡.

part 2! back to other masterlist. ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

a/n: i made myself sad ☹️, but fr he'd be the kind of parent to call his daughter young lady

a/n: by the first two slides would you expect this to turn angsty?? CAUSE I DIDN'T. THIS JUST WROTE ITSELF 😧

[paulidiary]

!! ˙🍓 ̟★── for other characters i occasionally write for

young lady part 2! ᥫ᭡. dad aizawa smau, angst

shouto's scandal ᥫ᭡. drabble, timeskip

silly questions ᥫ᭡. multi character

back to masterlist ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

[paulidiary]

!! ˙🍓 ̟★── cowardice, midoriya one shot

synopsis: your boyfriend izuku is more than hesitant to let you into his room at the dorms

containing: early stages of relationship, reader changed rapidly in the span of one year, izuku is scared of being judged, high-key insecure izu, izuku's pov, idiots in love ᥫ᭡.

back to izu masterlist. ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

"guys under 5'9 are just friends."

izuku recalled her words again and again, getting lost in the sight of her from afar. he was seated at the common area couches with tokoyami and mineta, his head leaned back as he kept on thinking about everything she had told that he had heard.

he remembered when at the start of the year, she blocked her previous boyfriend for sending her sweet good morning messages. she told mina she got the ick and no longer feels like dating him anymore.

"that dude was such a nerd.." y/n sighed loudly, complaining to her friend group. "i hate that every guy now is clingy as hell."

izuku wore that blank look in his eyes, his body slack and his mind running. they finally got together just before the summer camp, which was a story for another time. the point stands.

he's under 5'9.

matter of fact, he's not even close to 5'9.

he's a nerd, a dork, a fanboy. whatever you wanna call it. and if these thoughts weren't blocking him, he would be constantly around her and in her space.

and what made his anxiety strike even higher was that he was the most inexperienced a guy could be.

he didn't talk to girls until he was 15, and even then, he never did much of the talking. meanwhile, his beautiful powerful and gleaming girlfriend he somehow managed to bag has had a whole other boyfriend before she even got to highschool.

sometimes it was hard to stay positive when you know your girlfriend was kissed and loved by another guy. sometimes, like always-times.

at it seems like in just the perfect moment, he heard mina's voice calling out to te 3 of them. "let's make a contest for who has the best room!"

the soul left his body.

"no no no no please don't come in please don't please please-" he could rival eminem the way he pleaded with his classmates, but it was no use. someone opened his door already, and the boy had nothing left to do but to hide behind his hands.

y/n didn't even come inside, she stood right outside his dorm, just looking in. oh my god she must be absolutely disgusted what if she's regretting everything she had with me what if she breaks up with me she probably just realised how much of a loser i really am she's laughing wait is she laughing at me what is she laughing at- do i want to know or not i think i don't but it's better if i accept that now than later-

he felt a hand softly drag on the back of his head, her hand. he peeked through his fingers, his sight on her. she, his beautiful mesmerising otherworldly girlfriend wore a sweet and apologetic smile on her face, her enchanting eyes gleaming softy as she took her hand back.

"they're crossing boundaries tonight, clearly." her attempt at comforting him did work, he felt lighter and more sure of himself, instantly. "hey, my room's next." calling out to the noisy classmates, they moved on to inspect the girl's room, ultimately distracting them from the cause of izuku's discomfort.

"WOW, i didn't expect you to be into that kind of stuff!" kaminari exclaimed, and the rest of them came in to execute inspection.

the dormroom was cute, and full of every possible trinket you could imagine. every corner and place was occupied and uniquely organised. the desk area was full of anime figures, posters, and other toys. on the other side of the room were kpop stuff, but also other random items, like a baseball bat. everything was different, but worked together somehow. "i try to color match things at least." she murmured, attempting to explain herself.

izuku didn't come right in either, instead choosing to linger beside her just like she had done to him earlier. her cheeks were pinkish, and she no longer resembled the bitter girl she was a year ago. now she was happier, and dorkier.

"what do you think?" his heart jumped at the question, because it was from her. he reacted to every little thing she did, that's how much impact she had on him.

"it's very you." was what came out of his mouth unattended, but it was the perfect response.

"yours too."

a/n: i love my baseball bat🩷