#tokoyami drabble

[seumyo]

tokoyami taking care of you when you’re sick.

“You look like you’re ready to ascend to the afterlife,” Tokoyami said, his voice calm but tinged with concern.

“Maybe I am, Fumi. Maybe this is it for me.”

“You have a mild fever and a sore throat. Hardly fatal.”

“But it feels fatal,” you whined, your voice scratchy. “I’m so weak. I don’t even have the energy to do my nails!” You wiggled your bare fingers in the air for emphasis, looking utterly defeated. “Ugh, they’re naked.”

He tilted his head, his beak twitching in what might have been amusement. You could hardly tell. “You’re being dramatic.”

“I’m not. I can feel my soul leaving my body, Fumi. I’m… so… cold.”

He rolled his eyes but reached for the extra blanket folded at the end of your bed, draping it over you with a sigh. “There. Better?”

“Thank you. I felt like I needed to tell you about my last will and testament.”

“Your sense of drama is impressive,” Tokoyami replied, his tone dry.

“It’s a gift.”

“Yes, I suppose so.”

“Don’t worry, Fumi. I’ll haunt you lovingly.”

He reached for the tissue box and handed it to you. “You’re not haunting anyone. Blow your nose.”

With a pout, you accepted the tissues and complied. “Ugh, even my sneezes aren’t cute right now,” you muttered, your cheeks flushed not from embarrassment but from your fever.

“Your sneezes are rarely cute,” Tokoyami pointed out.

“Rude,” you sniffled.

Just as you were about to unknowingly fall into a deep slumber, Tokoyami reached for the small tray he’d brought with him, holding a bowl of soup he’d made earlier.

“You need to eat first,” he said. “Eat, then sleep.”

You stared at it like it was the most daunting task in the world. Plus, your exhaustion most likely killed your appetite.

“I don’t think I can lift the spoon.”

He sighed again but didn’t argue. Instead, he carefully picked up the spoon and held it to your lips. “Open.”

You paused. “You’re feeding me?”

“Would you rather starve?”

“No?” So you did as told.

Tokoyami fed you a spoonful of warm soup, a recipe he had to call his mother for, satisfied that you’re complying. “See? Not so hard.”

“Thanks, Fumi. You’re the best nurse ever.”

“I aim to serve,” he replied dryly, though you could tell he was pleased.

Such dramatics.

“Fumi?”

You looked at him with bleary eyes, trying to adjust to the dim light illuminating your room. “Fumi,” you said again just as he finished setting the tray aside.

“Yes?”

“If I don’t make it… promise me you’ll keep my sticker collection safe.”

Tokoyami stared at you, his expression utterly unamused. “You’re going to make it.”

“You’re no fun,” you pouted.

“I’m not ready to take responsibility for your sticker collection. That is a big responsibility, even for me.”

You laughed, though it was a weak and raspy sound. “You’d love it! There’s so much glitter.”

“Glitter is not my aesthetic.”

“Well, maybe it should be.”

“Well, you should rest,” he shook his head, gently adjusting the blanket around you. “You’ll feel better tomorrow.”

As the hours went on, you grew quieter, your usual energy completely sapped by your cold. Tokoyami stayed by your side, of course, reading quietly while you dozed off just to make sure that there wasn’t anything too concerning with your cold.

He wishes that your sickness would go away sooner because he can’t stand seeing you like this. Though you can always count on him to take care of you, just like in the future vows of, “In sickness, and in health.”

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[myherobirdbros]

"Can you please stop." If Fumikage could sink into the floor this very second and never come back out again, he would gladly take the opportunity to do so. Hell, if he'd known this would happen he might have scheduled an appointment with Mudman just for that. "This is incredibly humiliating."

"Nonsense," the man who was causing him pure suffering or otherwise known as Keigo Takami said, clicking his camera once again. It made Fumikage's eyes burn with its flashing. "Now do a little spin for me will ya?"

Sighing, he did. The graduation gown making a pretty little twirl. He made sure to hold onto the hat as he didn't want it to fall off or tug too snuggly against his feathers. "Nice," the man cheered. Fumikage felt his face warm, not unaware of the soft snickers from his classmates around him.

This was so humiliating. "Must you do this?"

"Do what," Takami-senpai asked, looking up from adjusting God knows what on that ancient looking camera. "You're parents are gonna be so proud." His eyes are shining and his smile his so wide Fumikage can faintly spot the dimple on his left cheek.

It made him shake his head, a rueful smile of his own tugging at his beak, "Nothing," he huffed, doing another spin and holding his diploma up proudly much to Takami-senpai's delight. "Nothing at all. Thank you for coming."

When the former pro hero looked at him this time, it was with a sense of pride and happiness so strong it nearly knocked Fumikage off his feet. Then the man grinned, winking before the camera clicked again stinging his eyes. "I wouldn't miss it for the world kiddo."

[olydianwrites]

A Night To Remember

Fumikage Tokoyami x Shy Alt Reader

Word count: 1279

Warnings: self depricating thoughts, pining, reader being excluded/ avoided, general fluff, reader is gender neutral

Summary: You've had a crush on your feathered schoolmate for over 2 years, what happens when you run into each other at a concert. Inspired by @faulty-writes Tokoyami x Goth Reader headcannon.

Many people overlooked the feathered hero in training, setting their sights on the flashier students such as Bakugo and Midoriya. But you had your sights set on the quiet, dark boy. His fascinating quirk, his laid back attitude.

As a member of general studies, there weren’t many chances for you to talk to him. Not that you would be able to anyway, having been a stuttering mess the first and last you’d tried to talk to him in the hallways, asking him to move so you could get past. Even if you could talk to him, why would a future pro hero want someone like you, not even nobel enough to try out for the hero course.

He was so amazingly unique and interesting and you were just you, who gets shunned by your classmates for the way you dress, accessorise your uniform and even the music you listen to. You had to buy heavy duty headphones to listen to your music in the dorms without getting dirty looks and angry visits from your classmates telling you to ‘turn that shit off’ no matter how quiet it was playing. You know for a fact that you watch the same show as a few of them, having overheard them talking about it but been too anxious to interrupt, afraid of being judged. They weren’t mean per say, but they were always a little standoffish with you, like they expected you to pounce on them at any moment. You were able to work civilly on group projects, but they never tried to connect with you like they did with each other, and you were too nervous to start the conversations on your own.

The first time you saw Tokoyami was in the sports festival in your first year, watching with awe as he kept his team in the running during the cavalry battle and how well he had fared in the one on one battles. His quirk fascinated you, the gorgeous abyssal creature that resided within him, dark shadow, was so complex in nature. All you wanted was to sit and listen to Tokoyami tell you all the details of his companion and how his quirk worked.

But alas, you could never work up the courage to talk to him, and there's no way he would have noticed you during the sports festival, your healing quirk being useless against the robotic enemies and placing you as one of the last to finish and immediately eliminated. 

The last thing you expected was to run into him at a concert, dressed for the occasion in a singlet with frayed sleeves, patch pants and a spiked choker with matching wrist cuffs to complete the look. You had waited out front of the venue for hours to get a close spot on the floor, one of your top ten bands finally visiting your state, the lead up to the concert was agonising, time passing as slower than ever. You had your outfit mapped out the second you had bought the tickets, anxiously awaiting your chance to see them play live at last. Your eyeliner had taken you over an hour, your trembling hands having made getting a smooth shape nearly impossible.

It took you a moment to get your jaw off the floor, realising that he probably wouldn’t remember you from your one interaction and would think you were just some creepy loner who only came to gawk at all the attractive concert attendees. All the blood drained from your face when he made eye contact with you, immediately rushing straight back to your cheeks, you silently prayed that your makeup would hide your blush, but the slight twitch at the edges of his beak tells you otherwise. You quickly avert your eyes to the ground, avoiding that piercing stare and instead becoming suddenly very interested in the tips of your shoes. Your soul leaves your body when you feel a hand rest on your shoulder, whipping your head up to see Tokoyami. Just centimetres away from you. Touching you.   

You could faint.

His hand slides off your shoulder, having successfully gained your attention.

‘Hello’

‘...Hi’

You shakily respond.

Before either of you can say anything else, the lights dimmed, indicating the opener was beginning their set. You both eagerly turn, you forgetting any self-consciousness at the exciting prospect of hearing music you love around people that also love it. The movement of the crowd shoves you into his side, and him into yours. Both choosing to just accept the circumstance, as it is part of concert culture, and continue screaming your throats raw. 

By the end of the opener you were loosened up and excitedly babbling at him about how amazing they were and how exciting it all was while he just smiled and the great contrast from the half an hour ago. His staring brought you back to earth, stammering out the end of your sentence about how cool the band outfits were, conscious of the fact that you were talking to the guy you have had a raging crush on for the past two years and never spoken to.

‘[Reader]? Right?’

‘Uhh yeah.. Yeah! That's me!’

You tried, and failed, to respond normally. How did he know your name? Why does he know it? Did he hear the rumours about you? Does he already have a tainted view of you? Was any chance you may have had with him already gone? What if he told everyone at school that you were some weirdo that stared at him and couldn't talk to him norma-

‘I’m Tokoyami Fumikage.’

‘I know…I mean, like I remember you from the sports festivals…and..all that.’

Shit. You were blowing this majorly. He was so cool and you were acting so lame. A ridiculous stuttering mess.

‘I see, that’s good then.’

‘Um, yeah…how are you liking-’

Your attempt at communicating was interrupted by the main band finally beginning to play. Your attention instantly shifts away from Tokoyami and onto the large elevated stage, missing the way his eyes linger on you, soft smile on his beak. You push onto your tiptoes to peer around the mass of heads and phones obscuring your view.

After the lengthy experience of leaving the venue, you and Tokoyami file in with the crowds to the train station, ambling along and engaging in quiet and short, but sweet and reminiscent conversation that you know you’ll wish you savoured more after the night ends. 

As you try not to fall asleep in your seat, your head lulls from side to side with the sway of the train. It was a miracle you had snagged a seat at all and you didn’t want to risk missing your stop. In your delirious sleepy state you barely register the large hand that guides your head to the side, urging it to rest on his shoulder. 

‘I’ll wake you at your stop’

That's all it takes for you to turn your body towards him and push your forehead into the crook of his neck.

As promised, he shakes you awake as the train pulls away from the stop before yours, allowing you the chance to wake up enough to walk without stumbling.

As the doors open, you reluctantly stand from your cosy spot. Making a split second decision, you bend over and place a chaste kiss against the side of his beak, spinning on your heels and speeding out of the train just in time before the doors shut. You were definitely never forgetting tonight. 

And maybe, just maybe, if you hadn’t been so nervous around him at school, you would have seen the way he looked at you.

A/n-this one was so fun to write

Masterlist

[thepaperpanda]

Rock-Solid Wishes  || Eijiro Kirishima x f!Reader

Summary: you and the rest of Class 1-A prepare a surprise party for Kirishima

Author: Bear & Cass

A/N: since our beloved Red Riot has a birthday today, we decided to write a little fluffy fic to celebrate the occasion 💗💗

Kirishima Eijiro woke up to the sound of his alarm clock blaring a cacophony of noise in his ear. It was another day, just like any other day, or so he thought. As he stretched and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of longing.

Today was his birthday, a fact he hadn't mentioned to anyone in his class. After all, they were all heroes-in-training with plenty of their own concerns. And birthdays, well, they were just another day, right?

But as he sat up in bed, that nagging feeling persisted. He looked around his room, noticing the familiar posters of his favorite heroes on the walls, and it hit him: he felt alone. It wasn't the kind of loneliness that came from a lack of company; it was the absence of a connection, a feeling of being adrift.

Slipping on his uniform, Kirishima made his way to the common area, still pondering what to do with his day. He'd never been one to seek attention or make a fuss about his own birthday. 

"Good morning, Kirishima-kun!” You waved at him from the couch, while enjoying some fancy morning tea that Momo decided to make.

Kaminari approached Kirishima right after your little greeting. "Heey there, man! You are up a little later than usual. You good?"

Kirishima grinned at your greeting, "Morning, Y/N-chan!"

Turning to Kaminari, he chuckled, "Yeah, I guess I slept in a bit. Just needed some extra rest, you know?"

Mina, who was practically bouncing with energy, couldn't help herself, "Hey! How was your night? Did you dream of anything exciting?"

Midoriya chimed in, "Yeah, Kirishima, did you have any cool dreams?" 

Kirishima blinked and chuckled, the warmth of his friends' greetings filling the room. "Well, I might have had a dream about climbing a giant, unbreakable mountain, but other than that, it was just a regular night. Thanks for asking, guys!"

Bakugo scoffed, rolling his eyes as he leaned against the counter. "Only he could dream about something that stupid."

"Giant, unbreakable wall. Sounds just like you, Kirishima. Here, something for a good morning," Momo said, handing him a cup of warm tea.

"Hey, what's with that uniform, man?," Denki asked, wrapping his arm around Kirishima's shoulders and tugging on his tie slightly. "Don't you know we have a day off today? No need to be all fancy today."

Kirishima chuckled at Bakugo's comment. "Well, it's a dream, right? No rules in dreamland."

Taking the cup of tea from Momo, he nodded gratefully, "Thanks, Yaoyorozu!"

He grinned when Denki pointed out his uniform, "Oh yeah? Why? Nevermind. My bad then! Guess I got caught up in the routine. Thanks, dude." Kirishima loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button, feeling more at ease.

Midoriya smiled, "It's nice to have a day off for a change, right, Kirishima? We can just relax and do whatever we want!"

Tokoyami, who had been quietly sipping his tea, added, "Indeed. It's a chance to recharge and be ourselves outside of our hero duties."

"Yes, we can take a break from tests and Aizawa-sensei being scary," you sighed before taking a sip of the delicious tea.

"From what Iida said, Aizawa-sensei was needed somewhere. Some kind of emergency, and since 1-A is the best class there is, Nezu decided to let us have a day off," Sero explained.

"OH! I know! We can go out somewhere! Just have some fun while we have the day off!" Uraraka said excitedly. "Deku, let's go, and we can take Kirishima with us!"

Kirishima grinned at the prospect of a day off from tests and Aizawa's stern supervision. "Yeah, a break from the hero grind sounds awesome."

He chuckled when Sero shared the reason for their day off, "Leave it to Nezu-senpai to come up with a plan like that."

When Uraraka suggested going out for some fun, Kirishima's eyes lit up, "That's a great idea, Uraraka! I'm in! Let's make the most of our day off!"

Mina leaned in, whispering to Uraraka, "Don't forget, we gotta make sure Kirishima has an extra great day today. I'm super curious about his reaction."

"Don't worry. Just let us know when we can bring him back," Uraraka whispered and then turned to Kirishima. "Eijiro, I bet you know about some interesting places we can visit today."

Kirishima nodded, thinking for a moment. "Well, there's this cool park nearby. It's got a really nice walking trail and some fun activities. We could go check that out, or if there's anywhere else you guys want to go, I'm up for it!" 

He was eager to spend the day with his friends, especially if it involved having a good time and relaxing.

"Sounds fun! Let's go there, and then we'll see what we can do next. But you should change first, Kirishima," she suggested.

Denki patted his back. "She's right! It would be a shame to get your school uniform all dirty."

Kirishima grinned, appreciating the concern of his friends. "You're right. I'll change into something more suitable for a day of fun at the park. Thanks, guys!"

Kirishima quickly changed into a red T-shirt, black jeans, and a pair of comfortable sneakers. He returned with his usual enthusiastic grin and ready for a day of fun. "All set and ready to go!"

"We are ready too!" Ochaco waved at him while standing near the door with Izuku. "Oh, I am so excited! Let's go, let's go!"

"Have fun, Kirishima-kun! You two as well!" you said loudly.

Kirishima joined Uraraka and Midoriya by the door, and as they headed out, he couldn't help but feel the excitement in the air. "Yeah, let's go have a blast!"

At the park, they had a great time playing on the swings, going for a walk along the picturesque trail, and trying out the various park activities. The day was filled with laughter and fun, a well-deserved break from their hero training.

"Aaaaaaaaaand, they are out," you put your cup away and immediately got up from the sofa. "Mina? Sero? Denki? Do you have everything?" you asked.

The boys nodded eagerly. "Heck yeah, we do! I've never spent so much money on birthday decorations, but for my man Kirishima, it's worth it. I'll go grab them from my room," Denki summed up and ran to his room with Sero right behind him.

"Y/N?" Momo looked at you. "What about the cake? Sato can't join us, and he is the best when it comes to baking."

You only gave her a mischievous smile. "Oh, don't worry, I have plan B!"

Just moments later, you were standing next to Bakugo. "Ooooh, Kachan..."

Bakugo twitched and immediately growled. "Don't call me that! The hell do you want?"

"Well, we need a cake for Kiri, and you are one of the few people who actually know their way around the kitchen, so," you said as sweetly as you could.

"Nope," he shook his head.

Tokoyami looked at them from the couch, "Bakugo, are you saying you can't handle a simple cake? I'll even bet on it."

Mina continued decorating, creating a lively and colorful birthday atmosphere.

You gave him a smug smile, knowing full well this would work.

"I mean, even Izuku can bake a cake, but I guess it's too much for our Great Explosion Murder God, Dynamight."

"Shut up, bird face! And you two weirdo!" Bakugo snapped. "Fine! You want a cake for weird hair, then fine! I need basic stuff and lots of chocolate, and find me Icy-Hot. I'll need his quirk."

"You got it!" Nodding eagerly, you gave a thumbs-up to Tokoyami.

Tokoyami couldn't help but smile as he witnessed Bakugo grudgingly accept the challenge. He knew that Bakugo's pride would push him to prove he could bake a cake.

As he got up to go find Shoto, he was surprised to see Shoto entering the common room with a paper bag in hand. "Well, it seems like everyone's pitching in for Kirishima's birthday. Good timing, Todoroki."

Shoto nodded, his usual calm demeanor. "I heard you need a hand with preparations. I went to the store for paper hats. I thought it would add to the celebration."

"Bakugo needs you," Tokoyami gave Shoto a glance.

Shoto raised an eyebrow, his usual stoic expression revealing a hint of surprise. He hadn't expected Bakugo to ask for his help, but he simply nodded and walked casually toward the kitchen. He was willing to assist since it was for Kirishima's special day.

"I don't need him, but I need his damn quirk," Bakugo rolled his eyes, annoyed. "I'll need it for preparing chocolate."

You quickly ran to your room and brought back all the stuff Bakugo requested for the cake. "Oh, Shoto! Wonderful idea. Paper hats will be perfect. Thank you so much. I just hope Tsu and Iida will be back soon with snacks, and I also got this shooting confetti for everyone."

Shoto approached Bakugo with a somewhat puzzled expression, his head tilted slightly to one side. He wasn't entirely sure how to assist Bakugo in this baking endeavor, but he was eager to help. He quietly awaited instructions, resembling a curious puppy unsure of what to do next. "So?"

Bakugo scoffed and snatched the bag from your hands. "Just follow my lead, Icy-Hot."

You jumped in your place, clapping your hands. Everything was slowly settling in its place like a puzzle! Everyone was eager to make this day special for Kiri.

While the cake was slowly prepared and decorations found their rightful places, you went to Jiro, who promised to prepare a CD for the birthday party.

Shoto continued to work with Bakugo, carefully heating the bowl of chocolate, ensuring it reached the right consistency. He occasionally scooped a bit to taste, emitting a contented hum as he did. 

Jiro had finished preparing the CD and had set up the audio equipment in the common room. Everything was coming together nicely for Kirishima's birthday celebration. "I hope he'll like the music," said the girl.

"I bet he will! I picked his favorite bands!" You assured, clapping your hands.

The only sound you could hear in the common room was everyone's chatter as they prepared the surprises. There was also the sound of Bakugo yelling in the kitchen, but it's not like it could surprise anyone.

Everything was coming together as you had planned, and you were so grateful for your friends.

Mina, with the assistance of Tokoyami and Denki, had finished setting up the decorations. 

Iida arrived with snacks, further contributing to the festive atmosphere.

Meantime, Kirishima eventually realized he hadn't eaten yet and his stomach rumbled. He turned to his friends. "Hey, how about we return to the dorm? I'm hungry..." The boy asked.

Midoriya nodded, sitting on a swing. "Sure!"

Ochaco checked her phone, seeing information from you and Mina that the party is ready. She poked Izuku and nodded her head, letting him know they could go back.

Back at the dorm, you made sure everything was as it should be. The only thing that made you worried was the cake since it looked like a rock and it was hard.

"Don't worry, dumbass! It's a good cake, it just has a thick layer of chocolate, so it looks like a rock. There's regular sponge cake with cream under it," Bakugo said.

"Wooooow! Look at that! Bakubro is really good in the kitchen! Not only with cooking!" Denki gasped, looking over your shoulder. All you could do is agree with him.

"Everyone! Lights out! Hide and get your confetti cannons, they are almost here!" Iida yelled.

You looked at Denki and quickly went to hide.

Bakugo wasn't really interested, so he just crouched down behind the counter.

Sero turned off the light, and everyone went quiet.

Kirishima, Uraraka, and Midoriya returned to the dorm, and Kirishima couldn't help but feel surprised by the quiet and darkness. Something wasn't clearly okay. "Where is everyone?" Kirishima whispered. "What if something happened when we were gone?!"

Midoriya put his hand on Kirishima's shoulder. "I think it's just the issue with electricity."

"Yes... I will go check," claimed Uraraka.

Quietly, they joined the others, receiving their own confetti cannons and party hats.

You counted to three, and then the lights went on. Everyone jumped out of their hiding spots and yelled, "Happy birthday, Eijiro!" while firing their cannons, bringing a colorful shower upon Kirishima.

Mina was one of the first to reach Kirishima, jumping at him and hugging him tightly, her excitement contagious. "All the best, birthday boy!"

Todoroki unleashed a mix of icy and fiery sparks beside shooting from his confetti cannon, creating a spectacular display. 

Tokoyami's Dark Shadow picked Kirishima up, and the entire room erupted in cheers and applause. "Long live the Red Riot!"

Kirishima's eyes lit up with surprise and happiness as he took in the wonderful birthday surprise prepared by his friends. "Oh God, guys!!"

"C'mon! Don't tell us that you thought we forgot," Denki laughed. "How could we forget the birthday of our best buddy!"

You nodded. "Happy Birthday, Eijiro!" you yelled, jumping happily.

"C'mon, put him down. It's cake time," Bakugo said, placing the cake on the table. "You'll need this," he added, handing Kirishima a little wooden hammer.

Kirishima beamed with excitement and gratitude, truly touched by the heartfelt surprise from his friends. "You guys are the best! I had no idea you were planning all this."

He accepted the little wooden hammer from Bakugo, ready to take on the cake. "Thanks, Katsuki! Let's do this!" Kirishima's enthusiasm was infectious, and he raised the wooden hammer, preparing to strike the unique cake.

Everyone watched, excited to see the cake on the inside when the main door suddenly opened, grabbing everyone's attention.

Aizawa walked in, holding Eri by the hand. "Oh, don't mind me. I just brought one more guest who wanted to wish Kirishima a happy birthday. Go on, just like I told you," Shota encouraged. 

Eri nodded and walked up to Kirishima. "Happy Birthday, Eijiro! I hope all your wishes will come true!" the girl said.

All the girls melted seeing Eri being a sweetheart, and some of the boys did too!

Kirishima couldn't hold back his emotions as he hugged Eri tightly. "Thank you so much, Eri-chan! That's really sweet of you. I'm so happy you came!"

Dark Shadow started the CD player and some lively music could be heard, and the party continued with laughter, fun, and a heartwarming sense of togetherness.

After sharing the cake and even more wishes, everyone brought Kirishima a gift. Even Eri got him something small. The biggest surprise was that Bakugo actually had a gift for him. The only person who didn't give him a gift was you.

You caught Kirishima and gave him a tight hug. "Happy Birthday, Kiri! I hope you're enjoying yourself! It's your special day!"

Kirishima held you close, feeling truly grateful for the friends he had. "I'm having an amazing day, Y/N. Thanks to all of you, it's the best birthday ever."

"Oh, don't thank me! I couldn't have pulled it off without our wonderful friends!" You giggled, squeezing him as hard as you could. "I'm so happy you like it, Kiri!"

Kirishima sat in his dorm room, feeling content and exhausted after the wonderful surprise party thrown by his friends. He reflected on the day and couldn't help but smile. It had been a birthday to remember, filled with love and laughter. Now, he was ready to rest and recharge for the days to come.

You knocked on the door, waiting for permission to enter.

Kirishima called out from inside, "Come in!"

"Well, hello there, birthday boy," you said, entering the room and closing the door behind yourself. "How do you feel after the great birthday party?"

Kirishima gave you a warm smile. "I feel amazing, honestly. It was the best birthday ever. Thanks to all our friends and, of course, to you for planning it all. I couldn't have asked for a better day."

You walked to him and hugged him tightly. "I was worried you would be upset with us pretending it's just a regular day. You have no idea how happy I am that you enjoyed it so much."

Kirishima returned the hug, holding you close. "Mad? Nah, I thought it was awesome! You all really got me there. And, honestly, I wouldn't want it any other way. I'm lucky to have friends like ours, and to have you in my life. It was perfect."

"My Kiri," you smiled and kissed his temple. "Oh! Right! Wait." After a moment, you presented him with a box. "I wanted to give it to you when we are alone."

Kirishima looked at the box, his curiosity piqued. He took it from you and carefully opened it, revealing the contents.

It was a cute, handmade keychain of Crimson Riot. "Happy Birthday again, Eijiro," you said quietly.

Kirishima examined the keychain with a bright smile. "This is amazing! Thank you so much. It's perfect, just like you." He leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss, expressing his gratitude and affection, rubbing his nose against yours later.

You giggled, rubbing your noses together. "I bet you're tired. How about some evening cuddles? Just to cap off this fine day?"

Kirishima nodded, agreeing to the idea of ending his special day with some sweet cuddles. The two of you snuggled up together, finding comfort and warmth in each other's presence, and slowly drifted off to sleep. It truly had been a fantastic birthday, and Eijiro couldn't have asked for a better way to end it.

[korkietism]

The first person to find out about Mei and Tokoyami’s relationship is Bakugo. He doesn’t mean to tell him. Unfortunately the two were on a mission together and Tokoyami had to leave because his fiancé was really not doing too well. His first response was ‘tch. I don’t care what you do’ but as soon as he’s far gone into the night sky, Bakugo has an oh shit moment. Did he say fiancé?

Bakugo texts him that if he has a fiancé he must have dual income and to ask his fiancé if they can contribute to Izukus suit. Tokoyami says he’ll see what he can do. Mei in his lap in their little apartment bedroom, she’s sleeping off her flu, face flushed and sweaty. He sighs at Bakugo’s rather uncaring reaction. He really hasn’t told many people out of anxiety. What if they thought he was making a mistake? What if they used this against him? What if people thought Mei could do better? He wonders what Bakugos thinking right now.

His mildly spiralling thoughts are interrupted by another text from Bakugo.

‘I won’t say shit if you don’t want me to’

It’s funny how he shows he cares. He simply sighs.

‘Thank you. I plan to share more just not yet. The time is not right.’

Mei sighs in her sleep and snuggles into her partners warm body, Dark Shadow curled around her, also sleeping. He feels a sense of pride. His entire life, he struggled trying to create a life that was good for his shadow. He wanted them both to be free. And now they live in a small but cozy apartment with one of the smartest people in the world as their love. She finds the two of them absolutely charming and loves him AND his shadow. She kisses them both before they go off on patrol. Dark Shadow can be out whenever he wants. Tokoyami can fly wherever he pleases. He is not in a cage. (Minus his ties to Keigo and therefore the new and improved COUP (commission of unified protections) where he often works as a security guard for the corrections centre when they’re understaffed and he has a couple legal loopholes if he so needed them… but like other than that..)

He leans down, nuzzling his beak into his lovers cheek, a small loving coo from his beak. He can show his love as birds do. He has a mate who loves him in all his birdie glory.

[vizzy740]

TokoTsuyu

Tsuyu liked working with Tokoyami. He was serious and hardworking, and he had a good amount of restraint. He didn’t go headfirst into anything without thinking it through first.

That was most of the reason that she was happy to partner up with him for another hero training exercise.

Another part was that she liked him. Romantically, Tsuyu wasn’t the type to waffle about her feelings. She was blunt. Sometimes, that made her come off as rude, and that was fine.

Tsuyu and Tokoyami were to fight Ochako and Bakugo.

The activity was meant to practice cooperation and combo moves, where pairs of students were expected to collaborate together to defeat/arrest their opponents.

Given Bakugo and Ochako’s strength and ingenuity, the fight was likely to be a challenge even if Bakugo didn’t let himself work with Ochako. Unfortunately for Tsuyu and Tokoyami, he was in the mood to work with people. Their opponents made the first move, with Ochako flinging Bakugo at Tokoyami.

Tsuyu, from her place on the ground, quickly moved Tokoyami to the roof of a nearby two story building. She herself leapt up a few stories, staying in position to move her less agile partner if necessary. 

Bakugo took the move in stride, and used his quirk to propel himself back up to his classmate. He didn’t need more than a single explosion to get himself up, which was strange. She’d watched Bakugo practice—like almost everyone in their class did— she knew that he needed multiple explosions to fight against gravity, but…

Ochako’s quirk.

Tsuyu moved Tokoyami up to a higher building. Bakugo easily dodges Dark Shadow’s attack. In the afternoon light Tokoyami’s quirk was weakened, and neither of them expected to win against Bakugo and Ochako in these conditions.

Tsuyu surveyed for the next place to put him for their strategy to come to fruition, and watched for Ochako as well. She had to be somewhere nearby. With comms, it didn’t have to be within earshot, but Ochako had to be close enough to help with support if need be. She wouldn’t get a good score on the exam if she stayed behind.

As Bakugo shoots himself back towards Tokoyami, Tsuyu grabs her ally again with her quirk.

Instead of placing him atop another building, she holds him near the ledge of a nearby skyscraper, with windows that spread across from end to end of the building. He kicks in the glass, and when it shatters, it leaves a large enough hole for him to climb into.

Once he’s inside, Tsuyu climbs up the building she’s holding onto, and leaps over to the rooftop of the building Tokoyami is in.

It’s flat, but with enough structures present to allow Tsuyu to not end  up in a melee scenario, where she’d definitely lose to Ochako and her training with Gunhead.

Tsuyu hears a shuffling noise behind her, and just as she’s about to ready herself for an oncoming attack, Ochako tackles her to the ground.

Before Ochako can get Tsuyu cuffed— defeating her for this training exercise— Tsuyu wraps Ochako’s waist with her tongue and flings her away, giving Tsuyu the time to stand up and go on the offensive.

They continue fighting, neither one able to get the upper hand without the other redirecting and returning them back to equals.

Then, “Lord Explosion Murder has been neutralized. I’ve kept injuries to myself to a minimum, but the floors have taken some damage.” Tsuyu heard in her ear piece, “Ready for Phase 3”

Good, they were on time, “I’ll come down then.” Tsuyu responded, jumping away just in time to avoid Ochako’s attack. She hopped over to the door down into the building.

…

“Good job,” Ochako told Tsuyu.

“You did well too, dealing with Bakugo must have been a challenge.” Tsuyu responded.

Ochako shrugged, “Yeah, he’s really stubborn, but he’s getting better. He respects me, which is good. Even though I ended up mostly in support, he still actually collaborated, I don’t think he would’ve let me use my quirk on him before.”

“Yeah.” Tsuyu responded. “I’m going to check on Tokoyami. Bakugo really did give his ‘plus ultra’ today, like usual.”

…

Tsuyu found Tokoyami in Recovery Girl’s office. He was sitting with his legs dangling off the edge of a cot, talking to his quirk, Dark Shadow. Probably waiting for Recovery Girl to come back and give them the okay to leave after treating Midoriya for whatever injuries he gave himself in this exercise.

“Hello Tokoyami, Dark Shadow,” Tsuyu greeted the two

“Tsu!” Dark Shadow exclaimed happily, like he usually did when he saw Tsuyu.

Tokoyami glared at his quirk as it came up to Tsuyu.

“You’re just waiting for Recovery Girl to come back and okay you, right?” She asked.

Tokoyami nods as Dark Shadow says, “Pet me!” in his petulant, immature voice.

She does as the quirk asks, then returns to watching Tokoyami, who has since looked down, not meeting her eyes. He didn’t seem to be looking at anything in particular, just avoiding eye contact.

Even before she liked him, she had felt a bit of kinship for the boy. Tsuyu had trouble conveying emotions, and her face usually stayed in the same position unless her emotions were extreme, and because of Tokoyami’s bird head, he probably had similar problems.

However now, it was a bit more of a hindrance, as she couldn’t tell his expression.

She circled through a few ideas of what had caused the reaction, before deciding the most likely. She stopped petting his quirk, and squatted down in front of the other boy to look up into his eyes, “Did I make you feel uncomfortable?”

Tokoyami finally looked back at her, but didn’t reply.

“Should I ask Dark Shadow?” Tsuyu had seen before that asking his quirk was an easy way to get a quick answer about how Tokoyami was feeling, since they were so integrally tied together.

“No.” Tokoyami responded quickly, his tone somewhat panicked..

“Then how am I supposed to find out why you stopped looking at me?” Tsuyu asked, “I don’t want to make the same mistake again.”

“Fumikage is just stupid.” Dark Shadow interjected.

“I’m not–” Tokoyami started.

“Then why are we here?” Dark Shadow asked.

“Because of hero training?” Tsuyu says, slightly unsurely.

“Not– not me getting hurt, Dark Shadow means…” Tokoyami answers, though it doesn’t tell Tsuyu much. He mumbles about a mad banquet of darkness, then speaks up again, “What Dark Shadow means is you’re right, you did make me uncomfortable, but… it wasn’t that I didn’t like it, I just…

A silence falls over, Tokoyami still not giving an answer.

“What?” Tsuyu asks, “I care about you. I like you even, I want to be able to be near you and for you to be comfortable with it, to want me to be near you, to feel the same way I do. If that means I shouldn’t touch Dark Shadow again, then that’s okay.”

Dark Shadow interjects with a rejection, that Tsuyu is allowed to touch it whenever she wants, but Tsuyu ignores it.

“You like me?” Tokoyami asks.

“Yes.” Tsuyu answers.

“Like…?”

“Like-like I suppose.” Tsuyu returns.

“I… like you too.” Tokoyami returns, his voice soft. “That’s why I didn’t want you to touch Dark Shadow, he… gives away things that I don’t want people to know. If you want to pet Dark Shadow, you can do that… since you know now.”

“Thank you for telling me.” Tsuyu says, moving to pet Tokoyami’s quirk again. “Would you like to go on a date once you can leave?”

“Yes, I’d like that.”

“Good, where do you want to go?”

(Catcity)

[deprivedreality]

𝗪𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗞𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝗕𝗮𝗸𝘂���𝗼!! 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞 𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨

Word Count: i don't know

Content: katsuki bakugo with glasses isn't an office siren, he's more of an attractive dwight schrute imo. gender neutral reader. drabble. fluff. i just saw these pictures on pinterest and I watched myself cook.

Katsuki Bakugo rubbed his temples as he squinted at the whiteboard in the training room. The writing blurred together, a hazy mess that made his already limited patience dwindle faster than usual. His vision had been weird ever since that run-in with a villain wielding a blinding quirk during his internship with Best Jeanist. The doctor had said his sight would recover in a few weeks, but the lingering effects were starting to piss him off real bad.

“Bakugo, you okay?”

Your voice pulled him from his thoughts. You were sitting beside him, your head tilted slightly as you observed his uncharacteristic struggle.

He's been rubbing and rubbing his eyes that you're worried they'd pop off any moment now. Damn, he can't even focus on his notes of fucking course cause he can't read it with the stupid combination of fucking astigmatism, myopia and glaucoma.

“I’m fine,” he grumbled, averting his gaze.

You weren’t convinced and, of course, you were concerned. “Doesn’t look like it. You’ve been squinting at everything for the past few days. Maybe you should get your eyes checked again.”

“Tch, I don’t need a damn checkup,” he snapped, but his annoyance lacked its usual bite. You frowned.

“Come on,” you said, standing and grabbing his arm. “What’s the harm in getting it checked? If there’s nothing wrong, great. If there is, we’ll figure it out.”

He sighed, realizing you wouldn’t let this go. “Fine. But if this is a waste of time, I’m blaming you.”

It's a good thing you two were still in school grounds, it means Recovery Girl is no more than a few halls away from where you and bakugo were studying at.

The clinic was quiet when you arrived, and Recovery Girl was quick to examine Bakugo’s eyes. After a series of tests, the diagnosis was clear: his vision was still recovering, but for the time being, he needed glasses to help him see more clearly.

Bakugo’s expression was a mix of annoyance and disbelief. “Glasses? Seriously?”

“It’s just temporary,” Recovery Girl assured him. She then walked towards a closet in the far back and whipped out what seemed to be nerd glasses. “Here, try these.”

The doctor handed Bakugo a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He put them on reluctantly, and you had to stifle a laugh when you saw the way his eyes looked magnified through the lenses.

“What’s so damn funny?” he snapped, narrowing his newly enlarged eyes at you.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore and burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, but—oh my god, Katsuki! You look like a cartoon character!”

He scowled, but there was a faint pink tint to his cheeks. Despite his irritation, there was something oddly satisfying about seeing you laugh like that.

"I'd put a bow on that glasses if you'd let me! All you need now are beaver teeth and you'll be a certified goof ball!" You laughed, basically breathless. Even Recovery Girl couldn't help but stiffle a laugh.

“Shut the hell up,” he muttered, taking the prescription and storming out, but not before glancing back to catch you still grinning.

The next day, Bakugo walked into class wearing his new glasses. The room went silent for about three seconds before the laughter began. Even Todoroki and Tokoyami couldn't help their grin, their lips twitched in amusement.

“Bakugo!” Kaminari wheezed, clutching his sides. “You look like a scientist!”

"Whoah! Bakubro! I feel like I'm in a 3D movie with those lenses!" Kirishima added, laughing even harder than Kaminari.

"Heavens, Bakugo, Is that magnifying glass? Or are you just that eager to start class?" Even Iida couldn't help himself and added to the chaos. Bakugo was starting to erupt.

“I bet he can spot a typo on a billboard from a mile away with those,” Mina chimed in, tears of laughter streaming down her face.

"I bet he's craving bananas!" Mineta boomed. Unlucky for him, he was within Bakugo's range and got his ahh exploded.

“Shut the hell up!” Bakugo roared, his hands sparking ominously.

But his outburst only made them laugh harder.

You, sitting at your desk, couldn’t stop giggling either. You already had the laugh of your life when you saw him wear it for the first time, now you had the chance to actually examine him with glasses. “I think he looks cute,” you said loud enough for him to hear, still smiling.

Bakugo froze but his hands were still in the middle of choking Kaminari and Mineta, his glare snapping to you. “What? You didn't think it was yesterday,”

“It is cute though. Now that I stare at you more," you repeated, a teasing lilt in your voice. “The glasses suit you.”

He blinked, momentarily thrown off by your words. The classroom fell silent, everyone holding their breath to see how he’d react.

“Hypocrite,” he muttered, finally settling, sitting down and turning his attention to his notes. But you didn’t miss the way his ears turned red, or the way he didn’t try to blast anyone after that.

I think he looks cute! The glasses suits you... now that I stare at you more. I think he looks cute! It's cute though. I think he looks cute! Chanted at the back of his mind over and over. SHUT UP!

The next day, Bakugo showed up to class without his glasses. The change was immediate—everyone noticed, but no one dared comment on it. His glare alone was enough to keep them quiet.

During lunch, you slid into the seat next to him. “Eee? No glasses today?”

“Wearing contacts,” he replied curtly, poking at his food.

“Why? The glasses were cute,” you said, resting your chin in your hand as your gaze sauntered off.

He gave you a side-eye glance, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly when you weren't looking at him. “Yeah, well, I’m not here to entertain you idiots.”

You pouted dramatically. “I liked the glasses. I thought for sure you'd wear them until you get better. I never thought you'd like contacts. Are you ever gonna wear them again?”

He shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” you repeated, narrowing your eyes. “That’s not good enough, Bakugo.”

“Tch,” he muttered, pushing his tray aside. “I’ll wear ’em during our study sessions, alright? Happy now?”

You blinked, caught off guard by his casual mention of your study time together. But you smiles nevertheless. “Oh. Yeah, that works! Lemme decorate it!”

“The damn glasses are not mine, idiot. But whatever,” He stood abruptly, leaving you alone at the table, your cheeks warm and your heart racing.

True to his word, Bakugo showed up to your next study session wearing his glasses. You couldn’t help but smile as he sat down across from you, his usual scowl softened by the frames perched on his nose.

“You know,” you said, flipping through your notes, “I think I like you better with glasses. You looked extra goofy cute.”

He snorted, leaning back in his chair. “Yeah? Well, don’t get used to it. I’m ditching these things the second my eyes are back to normal.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the fondness in your smile. “Whatever you say, Bakugo.”

For the rest of the session, the two of you worked in comfortable silence, broken only by your occasional teasing and his gruff responses. At one point, you scribbled a tiny pink bow to which you cut out and Bakugo actually agreed with your request to put it temporarily on it. And though he’d never admit it out loud, Katsuki Bakugo didn’t mind the glasses so much when it meant he got to see you smile like that.

ᓚᘏᗢ @deprivedreality 2024 | all rights reserved.

[socialobligation]

Salutations. 🤓🤚 (this is kinda rambly sorry)

How we feeling about Todoroki not understanding social cues and completely messing shit up w/ shawty. (Personally I think it's a hilarious idea.) "Ommgg get outtt" "...okay?" Dips the fuck out. I think it could be a funny smau thingy or a drabble or WHATEVER it'll be good cus ur hella funny!! (ALSO I SAW UR KIRI× ALT-ISH READER AND I KNOW THAT WOULD ALSO EAT WITH LIKE AN ALT READER X TOKOYAMI OR SHOJI literally my favorite characters and I always thought that alt reader was very similar to dadzawa reader person so aizawa v. Readers bf would be funny too) okay I'm stopping nooowwww much love

get out | s. todoroki

what starts as a miscommunication lesson slowly unravels into something much softer, where teasing turns into quiet confessions, and maybe—just maybe—you're both a little more obvious than you thought.

it’s been months now. the two of you have fallen into that rare kind of friendship that feels effortless—the kind built from shared late-night study sessions, stupid inside jokes, and a surprising amount of mutual patience. shoto isn’t someone you expected to become your closest friend; he’s too formal, too literal, too composed. and yet somehow, he became your person. steady. dependable. stubbornly honest.

he's smart, meticulous, and considerate in ways that sneak up on you—the way he memorizes your coffee order, the way he lends you his umbrella without comment when he knows you forgot yours, the way he notices when you're tired and offers to carry your books without asking. but even after all this time, he still stumbles over basic social cues like they’re potholes on an otherwise flawless street.

and honestly? it's a little endearing. a little dangerous, too, when you’re harboring a crush you can’t quite figure out how to hide.

case in point: today.

when you shove his shoulder lightly, laughing as you say, "oh my god, get out," he reacts without hesitation.

he stands up.

"okay," he says, already halfway to the door with the solemnity of someone obeying a direct command.

you blink at him, stunned. "wait—no, i didn't mean—"

he halts mid-step, looking at you with genuine concern. "you told me to get out."

"it’s a figure of speech, dude," you groan, dragging a hand down your face. "like… 'no way!' or 'shut up!' it doesn't actually mean leave."

he blinks, processing this new data. "i see."

"do you?"

"not entirely."

you laugh, shaking your head as you pat the cushion beside you. "sit back down, you're fine."

he hesitates, then retraces his steps with careful precision, lowering himself stiffly into the chair across from you, posture perfect like he’s bracing for another misunderstanding.

you snort into your drink. "you're so formal. it's like hanging out with a very polite cat."

he tilts his head slightly, considering. "is that meant to be a compliment?"

"sure," you say, grinning.

he looks genuinely pleased, though the slight furrow between his brows suggests he's filed the statement away for later analysis.

you pull your legs up onto the couch, scrolling lazily through your phone while he watches you with quiet attentiveness, like you might do something critical at any moment. it's not weird. or at least, it’s not weird to you anymore. shoto pays attention to people he cares about.

he just doesn’t always know how to show it.

"you can chill, you know," you say, glancing up.

"i am chill."

"you're sitting like you're about to recite the national anthem."

he straightens further. "good posture is important."

"relax, mr. posture," you tease, grabbing the nearest pillow and tossing it at him.

it smacks him in the face with a soft thud. he doesn’t even blink.

he catches it carefully, setting it on his lap like it’s a fragile object.

"thank you," he says, genuinely.

you burst out laughing.

"okay," you say, setting your drink down, "lesson one. when someone says 'get out' while laughing, it usually means 'i can't believe you just said that, that's hilarious.' not 'please leave.'"

he nods slowly, committing it to memory with grave seriousness.

"lesson two," you continue, leaning forward a little, "if i call you 'stupid' or 'dummy' while smiling, it doesn't mean you're actually stupid. it usually means i think you're being… cute."

he processes this with a blink. "so verbal insults can sometimes signal affection."

"exactly."

he nods again, more confidently.

"lesson three," you say, gesturing to the pillow he's still holding, "if someone throws a pillow at you, it's usually affectionate. like, it means they like you."

he stares at the pillow. then at you. back at the pillow.

"oh," he says simply, like a puzzle piece clicking into place.

you clear your throat, suddenly needing to look very intently at your shoes.

"not—not always like, like-like," you add hastily, stumbling a little. "sometimes it's just friendly. but… sometimes it’s… y’know."

he watches you for a long moment, his gaze steady, thoughtful.

"is it… like that?" he asks.

you glance up, heart hammering.

"maybe," you say, soft, unable to summon anything cooler or smarter.

he tilts his head again, as if weighing the information.

"good," he says finally, in that same plain, almost reverent voice.

you blink. "good?"

"i like you too," he says, with all the certainty of a fact he's double-checked.

he tosses the pillow back at you—lighter this time, more casual—and there's a flicker of a real smile tugging at his mouth.

"reciprocal," he adds, because of course he would.

you catch the pillow against your chest, laughing despite the way your heart is doing somersaults.

"lesson four," you say, regaining your composure, "if someone says something obviously ridiculous, like 'i could totally fight a bear,' you're supposed to play along. not start listing reasons why it's inadvisable."

he looks genuinely troubled by this. "but fighting a bear would be strategically unsound—"

"shoto."

he stops. reconsiders.

"you could absolutely fight a bear," he says, voice deadpan.

you cackle, tossing the pillow at him again. he catches it without effort, a glint of humor in his eyes now, subtle but unmistakable.

"you're getting there," you say, sinking back into the couch with a grin.

"thank you," he replies, a little looser, a little lighter.

he's still shoto—precise, literal, impossibly sincere.

and now, maybe, a little yours too.

[quitesins]

Deku’s Type!

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Tags: 18+, Sfw-ish, short drabble, fem!reader, aged up! characters, teacher! Deku, kinda vulgar and fucky, im gonna tag misogyny, reader is said to be “fucked in the head” whatever you want that to mean ^0^!

The boys gather round for drinks and discuss the type of women Deku seems to be fond of, much to his dismay…

“Sounds like Deku’s type,” Katsuki says, smirk in his voice.

Izuku frowns. “I do not have a type.”

Now that makes the table still for a second, not long enough for Izuku to predict the thoughts of his friends, but enough for the rest of the guys to come to the same conclusion.

Katsuki, Denki and Sero are the first to burst out in laughter. Katsuki’s cackle the loudest of them all.

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” Katsuki laughs so hard he doesn’t even care that Denki is half laid over him, “You don’t see that shit?”

“Come on…” Denki says, still slapping Katsuki’s thigh as he laughs, “you have such a type!”

Izuku frowns, sterner, deciding to ignore the immature three and turning to his other friends for support. Both Iida and Shouto look away, their expressions telling.

“I do not have a type,” Izuku reiterates, firmly.

Katsuki shakes his head, finally shoving Denki off him. “All those girls you’ve dated? Exact fuckin’ same.”

Even Tokoyami turns his head, eyes never leaving his drink but twinkling with an unfamiliar mirth.

“What does that even mean?!” Izuku exasperates, looking around for a single ally.

“It means,” Mineta chimes in, and although Izuku enjoys his company, he already knows he’s about to hear something deplorable, “you like them sick in the head!”

Shouto can’t hold in his sputter, finally contributing to the conversation— with a laugh. The rest of the table is hooting, a few groans at the wording but nothing at the sentiment. All while Izuku looks absolutely scandalised, clutching his chest, eyes wide open.

“That’s horrible!” Izuku cries, so stunned he can’t even trail off into one of his signature rambles in defence, “that’s- that’s. What?!”

“All the girls you’ve liked man…” Sero starts, “they’re not exactly little miss sunshines are they.” He stops, which Izuku almost takes reprieve in until he continues, “you seem to like them a little off putting.”

“Yeah so he can fucking fix them,” Katsuki snorts.

“It’s your saviour complex,” Denki adds, chin tilted up, trying to look profound.

Izuku is quick to interject, waving his hands around. “You’re the pro heroes.” The poor boy tries his best to convince. “We all have saviour complexes!”

“Not like you do, mon chéri,” Aoyama tuts, then winks before saying, “Hero of Japan.”

“Izuku, They do still call you an honorary pro.” Shouto is trying to be nice, Izuku thinks. “And I’m sure your students think the same.”

Izuku grimaces, he knows he’s always had a complex that encompassed so much more than just his dreams to be a hero, but he doesn’t need it sullied by… that.

“Don’t ruminate.” Katsuki presses a drink into Izuku’s hands. “You like women a little fucked up, so what.”

Katsuki’s words do nothing to comfort Izuku, instead it has Denki and Mineta laughing all over again while Kirishima attempts to calm them down. Iida scolds Katsuki a little, doing a half bow in apology to the passing waiter clearly peeved by all the noise. Deku pays no attention, beginning to spiral in his head.

It feels wrong to view the women of his past that way. To view you that way. But he’s not an idiot, maybe a little blind at times but now that the proof is there— oh god—

“Listen, Midoriya, I am sure there are many reasons you have loved the women you have.” Iida notices the growing dread upon Izuku’s face. “You also like to save people. There is nothing wrong with that.”

Tokoyami and Shouji nod in agreement, Ojiro giving his own sympathetic smile.

“Yeah bro.” Kirishima raises a fist in camaraderie, though it’s definitely out of pity. “It’s manly to take care of others!”

“Think he does more than care for ‘em,” Katsuki slickly adds, in an artful voice that Izuku is more than familiar with, “the fucker gets off on that shit.”

This time, it’s Shouto who scolds him, Katsuki’s implications clear enough for even him to catch on. They rest of the guys begin to bicker in the background, one half in defence of Izuku’s less than innocent tastes in women, the other intent on making fun of the golden boy for once.

Though the attention is finally off him, it does not help Izuku feel any better.

Because there’s a thought that lingers… it’s a sick thought, a terrible, horrible, awfully honest thought.

Shit, he does like them a bit fucked up.

My truth is i still don’t know how to punctuate dialogue… pleek don’t look and none of dat…

Anyways I kind of wanna elaborate on Deku’s hero complex coming out in other ways in the 8 years of studying and becoming a teacher, like someone has to deal with it…

[seumyo]

HIII I am here to humble request 🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️

I’m literally feeding off of Tokoyami crumbs so can I request a

Tokoyami x YN one-shot where tokoyami gets jealous of YN being to close to one of their friends 😼 I beg 🙇🏽‍♀️

TOKOYAMI FUMIKAGE ✰ THE CASE OF JELLY-JELLY

NOTE. No such thing as Tokoyami crumbs in this blog of mine, we’ll be having a Tokoyami feast !!

Tokoyami prided himself on being composed and level-headed, even in situations that might rattle others. Jealousy wasn’t an emotion he allowed himself to entertain—until today.

He knows you’re only talking to your friend. He’s fine with that—but watching you laugh and chatter animatedly while getting a little too close to Haruto (was it? He couldn’t remember the name) in the hallway made him feel an unfamiliar sensation of unease.

Your laughter was bright, ringing out like a serenade that Tokoyami knew by heart. You leaned toward Haruto, your hand over your mouth as you reacted to whatever story he was telling. Haruto, for his part, seemed utterly delighted, his grin wide as he leaned closer, gesturing enthusiastically.

Seeing you like this, so carefree and radiant with someone else—it’s something that he never thought about (until now).

Tokoyami stood by his locker for a moment longer, debating whether to approach. Part of him wanted to walk away and shake off the ridiculous feeling, but another part—the part that couldn’t stand the idea of Haruto making you smile like that.

“Fumi!” Your voice cut through his thoughts as you noticed him. Your face lit up, and you waved him over eagerly. “Come here! Haruto was just telling me the funniest story about his cat!”

Haruto turned, his expression friendly as he greeted him. He seemed friendly.

“Hey, Tokoyami. [Name]’s mentioned you before. A lot, actually.”

“I’m sure she has.” Tokoyami inclined his head, his tone polite but reserved.

You reached out, grabbing Tokoyami’s arm and tugging him closer. “Haruto, this is Fumi—well, Tokoyami, but I call him Fumi. Isn’t he great?”

You beamed at him, your eyes practically sparkling; at this point, it could rival Aoyama’s dazzle.

Haruto chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “She’s definitely a fan of yours.”

Tokoyami’s eyes flickered to Haruto, catching the faintest hint of something in his tone—admiration, perhaps, or envy. He couldn’t tell. He only kept his expression calm.

You nodded enthusiastically. Oh, how oblivious you were to the whole ordeal.

“Oh, you wouldn’t believe the stories I could tell about Fumi. Like the time he tried to teach me to meditate and I fell asleep in the middle of it.”

“Sounds like you two have a special bond.” Haruto laughed.

“We do,” Tokoyami said simply, his eyes locking onto Haruto’s for a brief moment. The man before him had the audacity to narrow his eyes—so quickly—one would barely see it, but Tokoyami saw it clearly.

There was a pause, and you, blissfully unaware of the subtle tension, clapped your hands together. “Oh! Fumi, you should tell Haruto about that time we got lost in the mall! You were so calm, even when I was freaking out—because there were so many people!”

Tokoyami glanced at you, then shook his head, his tone softening. “It was hardly a remarkable situation.”

“Are you kidding? You were my hero that day!”

Haruto could only smile, but his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Well, I should probably get going—I have a class to catch. It was nice catching up, [Name]. And nice meeting you, Tokoyami.”

“Likewise,” Tokoyami said curtly.

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“You seem... tense.”

“I’m not,” he replied, taking a bite of his lunch.

You were thoughtful for a moment. Then it clicked.

“Wait a second... were you jealous? Caught the bad case of jelly-jelly, hm?”

“No, I was not, and did not catch such a case,” Tokoyami said firmly, though the way he averted his eyes from yours said it all.

“Uh-huh,” you said, putting down your chopsticks and smiling. “You totally were. You got all stiff and serious like you do when someone steals the last of the black tea in the dorms.”

He sighed, realizing there was no point in denying it. It’s not like it would kill him to be honest with you. He had to be, because that’ll show that he trusts you to tell you his feelings.

“Perhaps... I was momentarily unsettled.”

You timidly held his hand that rested on the table. “Fumi, you don’t have to worry about Haruto or anyone else. You’re the one I want to be with, okay? You’re the only one who’s ever made me feel like this. Like, all butterflies and cartoon hearts.”

Your words were quiet but sincere, and they wrapped around his heart like a comforting embrace. The little spin of signature playfulness made Tokoyami’s shoulders relax, and he met your gaze.

“Your reassurance is... appreciated.”

“Now, let’s finish up lunch so we can study foreign literature aftel. I’ve got this new book I think you’d like!”

Tokoyami chuckled softly, listening to you ramble about everything and anything that came to mind. As your laughter is once again heard by Tokoyami, the last remnants of his jealousy faded away, replaced by the quiet certainty that your heart was—and always would be—his.

And his, yours.

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Your final moments in their arms...

UA Part 1 / UA Part 2 / Pro Heroes / Villains

Warnings: These drabbles depict readers death and may contain heavy emotional themes. Mentions of blood, while nothing is graphic please be aware before reading

Featuring: Katsuki Bakugo, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinso, Eijiro Kirishima, Mezo Shoji, Fumikage Tokoyami, Rikido Sato, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

Katsuki Bakugo

"Damn it, stay awake!" Bakugo barked desperately, voice hoarse from shouting as he cradled your body tightly. Anguish filled his crimson eyes, but anger masked his fear. Blood dripped steadily from your side, staining his shaking hands.

"…Katsuki," you whispered weakly, reaching slowly for his face.

"Don't you dare!" He choked on his own words, furious tears clouding his vision. "You're not allowed to leave me, you hear? You’re gonna keep fighting!"

Your fingers softly brushed his cheek, your thumb catching a tear he hadn't realized escaped. "I'm sorry... I couldn't—"

"No," he interrupted, voice cracking painfully. His facade broke entirely as he clutched you desperately, burying his face against your hair. "Please… I need you. Damn it—I love you!"

But your breathing had already stilled, leaving him gripping your lifeless form, screams of grief and fury echoing into the empty sky.

Tamaki Amajiki

Tamaki knelt on the ground, trembling violently as he held your fragile form, eyes wide with helpless fear. "N-no, please, please don't—" His voice was barely audible, quivering with panic as tears streamed down his pale face.

Your eyes met his gently, sadness filling them as you offered a faint smile. "Tamaki… please don't cry."

He shook his head frantically, softly sobbing. "I… I can't do this without you. You're my strength—I can't lose you…"

Weakly, you raised your hand, gently cupping his tear-streaked face. "You’re stronger than you think, Tama… I'll always… believe in you."

His heart shattered as your eyes slowly slipped closed, your hand dropping limply from his cheek. Tamaki desperately tried to hold onto you, his voice breaking with grief as he whispered, "Please come back… I can't bear this world without you."

Hitoshi Shinso

Shinso’s grip on you tightened, panic surging behind his usually calm expression. His violet eyes were wild with fear, voice tense and pleading. "Stay awake for me, alright? Talk to me, just—keep your eyes open."

You weakly smiled, feeling his heartbeat racing beneath your fingertips. "I'm sorry, toshi… I messed up."

"No, don't apologize," he murmured desperately, his voice trembling despite his efforts to remain calm. "You didn't mess up. You never mess up. Just hold on a bit longer, okay?"

Your vision blurred as you whispered softly, "I love you."

His breath caught, the words he'd wanted to hear so many times now slicing through him painfully. "I—I love you too," he choked out, tears streaming down his face, dripping onto your fading features as your breath stilled. He sat there numbly, clutching you close, feeling a part of himself disappear alongside you.

Eijiro Kirishima

Kirishima knelt beside you, holding you protectively against his chest, eyes wide with frantic disbelief. "Hey, c'mon, you’re stronger than this!" His voice wavered as his usual optimism crumbled under the weight of grief. "Stay tough—you're gonna be alright!"

Weakly, you managed a smile, your fingertips gently brushing his jaw. "Eiji… thank you for always believing in me."

His heart clenched painfully, tears filling his crimson eyes. "Of course I believe in you—always have, always will. So just stay with me!"

"I'm sorry… I couldn’t…" Your voice faded softly, eyes slipping closed.

"Eiji?" you whispered softly one last time, as your hand slipped from his grasp.

Kirishima froze, the silence suddenly deafening. "No—wait, please, just one more second!" He shook uncontrollably, tears streaming freely down his cheeks as he held you tightly, unable to accept the harsh reality that you'd already left him behind.

Mezo Shoji

Shoji knelt beside you, his arms gently cradling your weakening body, desperately shielding you from further harm. His normally stoic demeanor shattered, replaced by visible anguish in his eyes.

"Hold on," his deep voice pleaded softly, barely above a whisper. "Help will be here soon. Just hold on."

You weakly grasped one of his trembling hands, meeting his gaze lovingly. "Mezo… I'm glad I got to love you."

His eyes filled with sorrow, shaking his head slowly. "Please don't speak as though you're saying goodbye… I can't lose you."

You smiled faintly, your grip loosening. "Thank you for protecting me, always…"

Shoji’s heart shattered, grief carving deep into his chest as your eyes slipped closed. He held you tightly, murmuring broken apologies into the silence, unable to accept he'd failed the one person he loved most.

Fumikage Tokoyami

Tokoyami cradled you gently, desperately trying to remain composed, but his breathing trembled as tears threatened his dark eyes. Dark Shadow hovered anxiously, quiet and somber, sensing Tokoyami’s profound grief.

"Stay with me," he whispered urgently, brushing hair gently from your face. "You cannot be overtaken by darkness… not like this."

You looked up at him weakly, your gaze filled with tender reassurance. "It’s okay Fumi, I'm not afraid… you're here."

His composure faltered, tears finally escaping. "But I am afraid—afraid of losing you. Don't leave me in the dark."

Your fingers brushed his cheek gently, eyes slowly fluttering closed. "You were always my brightest light…"

He trembled violently as your breathing stilled, Dark Shadow letting out a mournful cry as Tokoyami clutched you desperately, quietly sobbing into the encroaching darkness that now felt emptier than ever.

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

Tetsutetsu clung to you desperately, his usually fearless expression replaced by raw fear and panic. "Hey! C'mon, toughen up! You can't leave like this!" he shouted, voice trembling despite his attempt to sound strong.

Your eyes slowly opened, filled with gentle warmth as you weakly smiled up at him. "Tetsu… you're always so brave. I'm glad you’re here."

He choked back a sob, shaking his head frantically. "I'm not brave—I’m terrified of losing you. Please… just hold on."

Your fingertips gently touched his face, voice growing weaker. "I'm sorry… guess I wasn't strong enough."

"No, no—you're stronger than anyone I know," he pleaded desperately, but your eyes had already drifted closed, breathing fading away gently.

Tetsutetsu screamed in grief, clutching your lifeless form tightly against his chest, unable to stop the flood of tears as he realized he'd lost the one strength he needed most.

Ko-fi / Masterlist

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College!Class-1a! X Fem!Reader 18+Drabble

This is really starting out as imagination for being shared by the characters, then I thought of this. So in this the class has eyes on you and can’t help it but always wanted you. Then one day your professor takes it a step further. This is yanderish.

Class 1A: Izuku midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Ejiro Kirishima, Katsuki Bakugou, Ochaco Uraraka, Mina Ashido, Shōta Aizawa, Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari, Tenya Iida, Fumikage Tokoyami, Momo Yaoyorozu, Kyouka Jirou

Warning: Sex watching, teasing, degrading, yandere content, masterbating, touching oneself to someone else, slight circle jerk?, professor x student, being used, authority play, hair pulling.

This is content that isn’t light of heart, filthy shit. So, dead dove do not eat. All characters are of age and consenting.

It was just another day in class, your classmates would drift their eyes to you occasionally to stare lovingly then turn away. You looked so cute today, like you did everyday, they always appreciated how beautiful you looked for them. Each time you’d look down or wrote in your notebook, Aizawa was staring at you. His eyes however didn’t look at your face but below the open deck to between your legs. That showed your pretty pussy all to him.

He could barely focus on his lesson with the picture of you in his mind, so he’d trip in his words and forget about what he was saying. This was new for him because he was always calm and steady, bored even. So the whole class took noticed his actions.

It wasn’t until he stopped fully while looking at you and the whole class followed his gaze in confusion. You didn’t even notice because you were taking notes and blocked him out until you got passed a point. “Y/n.” He sounded annoyed. Looking up to meet his glaring gaze you stare wide eyed at being in trouble.

“Yes sir.” He leaned on his desk and pointed in front where you would stand in front of the whole class. You gulped, “Stand up and go to the front of the class.” You flushed embarrassment at all the attention but followed his instructions to not get in anymore trouble. They all kept their eyes on your shy figure standing before them all in your school uniform. Aizawa made his way around and stood by you while putting a hand on his chin, inspecting you.

Turning his attention to the class, “Can anyone tell me what’s wrong with Miss L/n’s outfit?” You stared panic. All eyes looked at you from head to toe at the same outfit you wear every day, and they noticed everything you did. So the class stayed silent. Aizawa sighed and clicked his tongue.

“Surprising, you guys watched her like little bitches in heat.” He said amused with a eye roll, his demeanor changing quickly. The group looked at each other taken aback. Oh, you remembered clearly what you had done today. “I’m sorry-” his hand covered your mouth quickly and pushes you against the desk, the others getting defensive.

“Clearly your peer forgot the dress code,” you squealed when his other hand tugged at your skirt and lifted it. You struggled against him and tightened your legs together with tears picking up in your eyes. It was embarrassing…But also gave you a thrill.

“No panties under her skirt, she didn’t even close her legs.” You huffed as they all looked down at your cunt. Each of them turned red and moaned at the sight, the girls getting wet and the boys pants getting tight. “Shy? Awe, that’s pathetic.” He pushed you back and you were forced to take a seat in his desk.

“Show them, you know you want to be a good little slut.” You looked up at him with puppy eyes while he just smirked devilishly. But the problem to fighting back was simple. You didn’t want to. You spent nights imagining being fucked by your dorm mates, all of them you thought about along with your professor. So you nodded and slowly opened your legs for them to see each detail, your holes and clit. 

Now your eyes cried while your sweet moans poured out, the wet sounds of your pussy while his fingers thrust into you. Hands gripping the desk for support at how good the pleasure felt, your stomach twisting and turning. You couldn’t focused on your classmates to long while they all touched them to you.

The girls parted their legs while rubbing their clits and you could hear them too. Ochako and Mina fingered themself to match what you felt so they could feel one with you. The boys were surprisingly louder then the girl while stroking their cocks. Bakugo was more growling while fucking his hand as fast as he could go, Kirishima was soft and slow along with sero. Deku and denki were the loudest in the room, who got yelled at because they couldn’t hear you. But the other boys and girls kept quiet while touching themselves, afraid to make a sound.

Aizawa was painfully hard and made you rub him threw his pants for some relief, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The way you cried, moaned just by him fingering you. It was intoxicating. “Cum- Oh fuck, going to cum.” You announced with your eyes rolling back.

“Dumb girl, think that’s what you get?” You cried out when he pulled out of you quick and left you empty. “All of you stop or I’ll fail you.” They all stopped and panted, caught in a haze of the high. “At least you all listen to me now, now pull up your pants and shit.” Groaning they all listened, the reality sinking in on them. You wiggled to get off the desk but he stopped you.

“Shoto, Ochako are the only ones who get to finish.” The two looked up and the rest looked at them. “Y/n here will finish you off,” your hair was gripped and pulled you off the desk. He forced you down onto your knees, “Well?” The two thought for a second but stood up to walk over to you, standing above you.

“All of you get to watch, be thankful.” He left you and walked to his chair and leaned back. So, you licked her pussy and gave him a hand job until they both came. Todoroki’s cum splatter on your face as you cleaned her pussy up, you got breathless fast. The end of class was awkward and silent, no one knew what to do or say. So you all just left.

But it was only a matter of time before you got home and the class was waiting for you to get their turn. Willing to do anything to get you.

[n1ght0f-nyx]

pt 3- raising their child

how the Mha boys are raising their baby

tags/warnings- drabble, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth, aged up (post-canon) children, super corny, pls help me tag things omds, also someone please request something i cannot think for myself anymore

characters- izuku midoryria, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, denki kamanari, ejirio Kirishima, fumikage tokoyami, koji koda, mezo shoji, tamaki amajiki, hanta sero, tenya iida 

izuku midoryria

Izuku is the kind of dad who meticulously reads every parenting book he can get his hands on, but somehow still manages to get the diaper on backward half the time. When your newborn is crying, he’s the one pacing the room, muttering about "positive reinforcement" while bouncing on his toes.

As your child grows, he’s the ultimate supporter at every milestone. You’ll find him cheering louder than necessary at every first step and shouting encouragements like "You’ve got this!" while your little one tries to climb onto the couch for the hundredth time. He’s also the king of homemade baby food, though his attempts at blending veggies sometimes end with a face full of green mush.

katsuki bakugo

Bakugo wasn’t exactly a natural when it came to handling his newborn daughter. The first time he held her, he looked as if he were holding a live grenade. But as the weeks went on, he learned how to support her tiny head, how to soothe her when she cried, and how to survive on two hours of sleep.

By the time she was a toddler, Bakugo was fiercely protective but also determined that his daughter would be strong. He played rough with her, not in a dangerous way, but enough that she learned how to get back up when she fell. And when she scraped her knee, Bakugo was there to help her up, a quiet pride in his eyes. “You’re tougher than that, right?” he’d ask, and she’d nod, wiping her tears. Despite his gruff exterior, he had a soft spot for her that no one else ever saw.

shoto todoroki

Shoto’s parenting style is calm and collected, with a side of deep introspection. He’s the type who will meticulously plan out every detail of your child’s first birthday party, making sure it’s perfect but also surprisingly low-key. His idea of “playtime” includes building elaborate block structures that look like they belong in a museum.

When it comes to milestones, he’s quietly proud, and his praise is subtle but genuine. His toddler might get a small smile and a “Good job” when they manage to stack blocks without them tumbling. Bath times are a relaxing affair with him showing off his mastery of creating a perfect bubble bath while discussing deep philosophical questions.

Shoto is also the dad who reads bedtime stories with a soothing, calm voice, occasionally glancing at his child with a look that says he’s already planning their future—complete with a detailed schedule that somehow balances their hero career with family time.

denki kamanari

Denki was a nervous wreck when his daughter was born, fumbling with the tiny baby clothes and panicking every time she cried. The fear of accidentally shocking her lingered in the back of his mind, making him hesitant to hold her at first. But with time, he learned to relax, realizing that he could handle being a dad without causing any unintended static.

As his daughter grew into a toddler, Denki became the ultimate fun dad. He was always coming up with new games, chasing her around the house, and making her laugh with his goofy antics. They’d spend hours together, Denki pretending to be a villain while she played the hero, her laughter echoing through the rooms.

ejiro kirishima

Kirishima was over the moon when his son was born, though the reality of fatherhood hit hard. The sleepless nights, the constant worry, it was tougher than any fight he’d been in. But he handled it all with a smile, knowing that his son was worth every challenge.

As his son grew into a toddler, Kirishima made sure to teach him the importance of being strong, not just physically but emotionally too. They’d spend hours play-wrestling, Kirishima always letting his son “win” with a proud grin. He wanted his son to know that it was okay to cry, to feel things deeply, but also to get back up and keep going. “That’s what being a real man is all about,” he’d say, ruffling his son’s hair.

fumikage tokoyami

Raising a kid when you’ve got a shadow bird attached to you 24/7 isn’t exactly a walk in the park, but Tokoyami’s managing—kind of. At first, he was terrified to even hold the baby, worried that Dark Shadow might get a bit too enthusiastic and knock over the crib or something. But after a few awkward tries, he figured it out.

The first few months were a blur of sleepless nights and constant feedings. Fumikage tried to keep his cool, but there were moments when he’d catch himself nearly panicking over the smallest things—like the time the baby sneezed, and Dark Shadow went into full-on “protect mode,” thinking it was some kind of attack.

“You can’t just attack the air, Dark Shadow,” Fumikage grumbled, trying to soothe both his crying son and his overzealous quirk. “He’s not in danger. It’s just a sneeze.”

As the months went on, things settled into a routine—if you could call it that. Fumikage found himself singing lullabies in a low, gravely voice that somehow always managed to calm the baby down. He also quickly realized that parenting was less about being the stoic hero and more about being adaptable.

As she grows, Tokoyami finds himself caught between teaching her to be as level-headed as he is and letting her enjoy her wild, toddler imagination. He’s still the calm, stoic guy everyone knows, but there’s a soft spot a mile wide for his daughter. He reads her bedtime stories every night—dark fantasy tales, of course—though he leaves out the scarier parts (for now). When she finally drifts off, he can’t help but smile, knowing that for all his quirks, he does a pretty decent job at this whole dad thing.

koji koda

Koji was a nervous wreck when you first brought your daughter home. He spent the first few weeks tiptoeing around the house, terrified of waking her up. You’d catch him holding her like she was made of glass, his massive hands almost comically delicate as he cradled her tiny body.

The first time she cried, he panicked. Not the normal, "Oh no, the baby’s crying" kind of panic, but a full-blown, "What if I’m doing something wrong?" meltdown. You had to gently remind him that babies cry sometimes—often, actually—and that it wasn’t a reflection on his parenting skills. By the time she was walking (or more accurately, waddling), Koji was all in. The house became a playground, with Koji building elaborate pillow forts and turning the living room into a jungle gym. You’d find them giggling together as he crawled on all fours, pretending to be a bear while she toddled after him, squealing in delight.

mezo shoji

shoji is the literal definition of a hands-on dad, from day one, he’s been a natural. When his son was born, he didn’t hesitate to scoop him up, all six arms moving in perfect sync to cradle the baby, grab the bottle, and pull out a burping cloth all at once. It was like watching a pro juggler at work.

But Shoji’s biggest challenge? Figuring out what to do with all his limbs when his son started crawling. One moment, the little guy’s pulling himself up on Shoji’s leg, the next, he’s using his dad’s arm as a makeshift jungle gym. There’s been more than one occasion where Shoji’s found himself tangled in a mess of limbs and baby giggles, trying to figure out how to keep the kid from climbing up to his shoulders.

Shoji also has a knack for turning ordinary moments into teaching opportunities. Whether it’s showing his son how to gently handle small animals or patiently explaining why climbing the curtains isn’t the best idea, he’s all about helping his kid grow up strong and kind. And when bedtime rolls around, there’s nothing better than curling up together—Shoji’s arms wrapped protectively around his son, the world outside quiet and calm.

tamaki amajiki

Tamaki was a nervous wreck when the baby first came home. He wasn’t sure how to hold them, let alone how to change a diaper without feeling like he was about to pass out. But despite the initial anxiety, he quickly found his rhythm—or as close to a rhythm as you can get with a newborn.

Night feedings became a special (if sleep-deprived) bonding time. You’d often find him talking to the baby in a soft, almost shy voice, as if still getting used to the idea that this tiny human was actually his. “You’re so small... but you eat a lot, huh? Just like your mom... I mean, in a good way!” i love my losers

As the baby grew into a toddler, Tamaki’s shyness around them melted away. He still got flustered, but now he’d get down on the floor to play, making exaggerated faces and noises that had the little one in fits of laughter. “Look at you, so strong! Just like... um, well, just like someone strong!” He’d turn beet red at the compliment, even if it was directed at his own child.

Tantrums were a challenge, though. The first time the toddler threw a fit, Tamaki just sat there, wide-eyed, completely unsure of what to do. “Uh... d-do you need something? A snack? A nap? Both? Can we do both?” It was awkward, but his gentle nature always seemed to calm the toddler down eventually.

hanta sero

Sero was surprisingly relaxed when his daughter was born, taking the sleepless nights and endless diapers in stride. He’d joke that handling her was easier than fighting villains, though he was always careful and attentive. He loved making her laugh, using his tape to create silly shapes and toys to entertain her.

As she grew into a toddler, Sero became her best playmate. He’d take her to the park, using his tape to swing her high into the air, her giggles the soundtrack to his day. Sero taught her the importance of being flexible, both physically and mentally, always encouraging her to try new things and be herself. He was easygoing, but he also made sure she knew when to be serious, balancing fun with responsibility. tenya iida

Iida approached fatherhood with the same meticulous planning he applied to everything else. He had schedules, charts, and routines in place before his son was even born. But when his son arrived, Iida realized that not everything could be planned. He adapted quickly, learning to go with the flow, though he still couldn’t help but double-check everything twice, he's the sort of parent that turns jokes and stories into lessons and scoldings

As his son grew into a toddler, Iida took pride in teaching him discipline and respect. They’d go on “patrols” together, Iida showing him the importance of order and responsibility, even if it was just a walk around the neighbourhood. But Iida also made sure to let loose sometimes, indulging in his son’s love for racing games and playing tag. He was a stern but loving father, always leading by example and instilling in his son the values that guided his own life.

[sugar-piee]

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○BNHA

> Iida x reader with Mileena quirk

>Bakugo x reader w/ a Mileena quirk

> Sugar Daddy! Hawks hcs

>Virgin!Loser!Kaminari x reader

>Kirishima x reader w/ a Mileena quirk

>BNHA instagram posts w/ reader

>Aizawa Instagram posts w/ reader

>Aizawa x chubby reader

> “I can love you better” -Kirishima

> Midoriya w/ lactose intolerant crush (Drabble)

>Asking them for HW help (smau)

> “I gave you a boner, don’t ignore me” smau

> Latina girlfriend hcs

> Iida with shy gf

> “sit still baby” Aizawa

> meeting their parents

> Spread that puss smau

> Sub Shinso -> Extended version

> Kirishima dating Aizawas daughter Drabble

> Shinso and Tamaki Period Comfort

> Tamaki with a tattooed goth reader

> Tokoyami w/ big boobed gf pt.2 pt.3

> Bleached beard pussy eater Aizawa

> Sero and Tokoyami with a flat gf

> Bakugo and Midoriya w/ werewolf s/o (gn)

> Sero w/ flat chested s/o who has a big booty

> Sub Tamaki Drabble

Taboo series

1st

○Gravity Falls

> Stanford with younger slutty gf

○FNAF

>NSFW Mike HCs

○ATSV

>ATSV w/ short reader hcs

○MOON KNIGHT

>Moon boys w/ gf that has pcos (Drabble)

○HAIKYUU

> Asahi as a bf

○ ARCANE

> Sevika nsfw hcs

> Sevika with a short muscular gf

○ MY LITTLE PONY

> Applejack drabble

O THE LAST OF US

> Country Abby x Fem reader

[frickingnerd]

Fumikage Tokoyami Masterlist

oneshots

[nothing yet]

drabbles

[nothing yet]

headcanons

dating fumikage tokoyami

tokoyami with a hyperfeminine girlfriend

polyamorous

dating shoji & tokoyami

dating tsuyu & tokoyami

love triangles

[nothing yet]

[heartofjasmina]

can i ask for an 18+ assertive pro hero!fumikage x fem!reader drabble? bonus pts if maybe you could include dark shadow? tysm. love your writing!! 🖤

Tokoyami and Dark Shadow are favs of mine tbh. Thank you!

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People made a lot of assumptions about your boyfriend. Because he was polite, asked your opinion before making major decisions, and let you decide how you spent most of your time outside of school and hero work-- they assumed he was submissive and weak.

Because he loved gothic romances and poetry, and spoke in riddles that only made sense to him and Dark Shadow, they assumed he was weird and had no idea how to be a good partner.

Everyone was wrong on both counts.

As he showed you often, allowing Dark Shadow to manhandle you into whatever position they desired and held your legs open (they knew you got shy when Tokoyami got close to watch his fingers inside you and planned ahead).

"Beloved-"

"Hush now, nightingale, I'm listening to how hungry your pussy is." He spoke in a soft husk but you knew he was teasing you.

"You can whine all you like, sing for us. Fumikage loves to hear it too." Dark Shadow contradicted, his shadowe body warm as he supported you.

Tokoyami always wore rings on his fingers, heavy, silver rings that made his strong hands look even more attractive to you. As he fingered you the coolness of his rings contrasted from heat of your slick folds making you gasp and whimper.

"Need you, Fumi, Shadow. Need you both." You finally got the words out and you could see the satisfaction in your lovers gazes. It was something Tokoyami told you made both him and Dark Shadow pleased enough to chirp, treating them both as individuals in your relationship. ("Of course I would, why wouldn't I?" you'd said, annoyed to think of someone dating Tokoyami and not acknowledging Dark Shadow.)

Dark Shadow chirped softly in your ear as Tokoyami rose and climbed over you until you were sandwiched between them. His cock was long and pretty as it dragged against your clit and you made grabby hands at him, pushing your ass back against Dark Shadow until he groaned.

"You'll always get us." He promised as he pressed into you, stretching you open on his girth until you sighed contented. Feeling him inside you and all around you made you feel safe and free to bask in your pleasure. So you wrapped your legs around Tokoyami's slim waist.

"We love you eterningly, songbird." Dark Shadow echoed, reaching down to finger your clit until you panted.

Then Tokoyami began to move and time lost its meaning. All you knew was the pleasure building inside you until it snapped, his thrusts hitting that spot inside you making you clench around him.

His cum filled you up as you floated and Dark Shadow cooed as he nuzzled your cheeks.

"Shadow, Fumi, love you." You murmured smiling to yourself, your body warm and languid from your orgasm.

"Rest up love."

"Love you too nightingale."