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[awesomeshadowedninja]

OHHHH, I AM AMAZED AND I AGREE STRONGLY

BAKUGOU AND IZUKU’S CANON RELATIONSHIP

just some thoughts about how the boys actually are in canon, without any “fandom” interpretation of them. all of this is straight out of the manga!!! (although i sourced it using the anime episode titles because that was easier).

i actually wrote this BEFORE 284, but it still mentions all of that stuff because it was clear even before horikoshi had to spell it out with all might. FEEL FREE TO ADD ANYTHING I MISSED IN A REBLOG!

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this is why-

The one little detail I’ve always noticed regarding Deku and Bakugo’s friendship is that Bakugo has never corrected nor retaliated at Deku for calling him ‘Kacchan’

I think it’s Bakugo’s own little way of showing that he does still view Deku as a friend and he still cherishes those sweet moments he had with Deku growing up, whether it was sharing their love for All Might, Deku following him around and talking about how cool he and his quirk is etc.

Also, as many other fellow Bkdk/Baku stans have pointed out, Bakugo has never denied that they were actually childhood friends but more importantly, Deku has always seen Bakugo as Kacchan, not as a cool quirk.

Everyone around Bakugo growing up always praised the quirk without acknowledging the child who was wielding it, all except for his Deku

[awesomeshadowedninja]

bruh....I love them so much xoxo

Katsuki, loudly: I liked you first!

Deku, louder: I confessed first!!

Katsuki, yelling: FINE BUT I ASKED YOU OUT FIRST!!

Deku, yelling back: OKAY, BUT I SAID "I LOVE YOU" FIRST!!!

Katsuki: Tch fine...

Katsuki, getting down on one knee: I proposed first.

Deku, through tears: M-motherfucker.

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Yamiha & Iida Tenya - Ideas

just a few ideas, don’t mind me.

> They share a same type of dark fantasy, that’s where they make a connection.

>Yamiha is more open about it than Iida, however she learns that crazy and YOLO isn’t what’s best for her future. She begins to want more out of her life than fighting and defeating villians. 

>Yamiha shows love through worrisome actions; buying food for someone, protective nature, becomes more serious and discusses more serious subjects. Such as feelings and emotions. 

>Iida - he shows it through gentle and kind words, with frequent praises and surprising acts. He becomes more comfortable and relaxes around them, not having to keep his authoritative figure and becomes a gigantic teddy bear.

obviously my OC is a very twisted female - i kinda want her to have a darker meaning of a hero. most are very light or one-sided, having portrayed one of light. I want her to be a dark knight - with childish features. 

As a hero though, she has obviously matured over the years. That once immaturity has slipped away, still provocative and full of snarky comments. But has gained a mature and responsible side - especially with her adopted children. She becomes like a Mother.

Iida Tenya is more relaxed and easy-going, he isn’t as uptight as he was long ago. Having loosed up over the years and enjoys drinking and nights with friends. He isn’t as controlling as he was as a teen. More open to his emotions for certain things.

But when it comes to Yamiha, his heart closes up again and that rugged side comes out.

During high school, I want them to slowly ease into a ‘relationship’ type of thing. At first, they do it for sexual pleasure, to play a game, a competition and to see who could out do the other. But as time heals and reveals, they become more and more comfortable so much so, others begin to notice. 

They made alot of memories during high school, chaotic and surprisingly important choices that affected their future. 

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Temptations of Heroes - Two

//Part 1//

If you haven’t read part one/ prologue of story than give it a read. You don’t have to but if you would like more context than yeah.

Warnings - Very explicit writing, read at your own risk. Angst. Fluff. Homosexuality and straightness. Gore & Action here and there.

Chapter Summary - Iida goes back into the past, remembering how it all started. The pleasure, the game and the hate. (Swapping point-of-views)

Chapter Involves - Dirty talk, masturbation, dom/sub kink, action, characters are all 18+, characters don’t belong to me only OC, long chapter too.

I for one did not enjoy boring classes that involved pop quizzes and history lectures. Being a senior in U.A was supposed to be, at least, a hand in the world of elite heroes. I missed the solo missions on Summer vacation with class 1-A, I missed the extensive training around the clock under the supervision of Eraserhead - I wish he could erase my boredom. But ever since the beginning of school, two weeks ago, they’ve kept all the seniors locked up and studying. Who the fuck cares about the first person recorded in history to have the quirk genes or how they used it to become a God in the Egyptian era - no one cares. “Do you mind?” Someone irked, interrupting my chain of thoughts as I stared into pools of midnight blue. Pulling another piece of gum from my pocket, I threw it into my mouth and arrogantly chewed. Letting the sound fill the void of silence.

“I don’t actually, thanks for asking Iida-Iida.” The smirk at the corner of my lips only mocked the boy with glasses, his eyes furrowed in annoyance. If anything I knew about the stuck up class representative, he was fun to poke and mock. “What’s the matter Iida-kun, are you mad?” Putting on the best innocent mask I could muster, I stared up at him with wide twinkling eyes and a pout. 

“Just chew quietly please, there are others trying to focus. Thank you.” 

“Anything you say, Daddy~” I leaned over, leaving a quiet whisper in his ear before pulling back and letting my feet rest across the wooden desk. A giggle falling from my lips when I noticed the way his cheeks turned bright red, all the way to his ears. I found it quite cute, in a nerdy type of way.

“Aizawa-sensei, can we pleaseeee do something physical?” I ran my fingers through my black locks, swinging on my seat from side to side. Clear boredom behind my provocative orbs. “Please, sensei. I’m so bored, I could fuck someone right here, right-” A fist came knocking at the back of my head, causing my speech to stop and a pounding impulse to occur in the back of my head. I already knew who it was. “Mina.” The pinkette ignored my whining and bowed respectfully to the older man.

“Hmm, no, she has a fair point.” The male placed the chalk down and stalked in front of the class, eyes filled with boredom. I bit my tongue from snarking back, ‘Of course I’m right.’ “Does anyone else feel this way? Wanting to do something other than writing and studying? Perhaps an activity?” There was a sudden spark of hope that filled the atmosphere or a sudden passion. “Well then, grab your hero gear and meet me in the training room. You have five minutes starting, now.” 

Without a second thought, I jumped to my feet and let my instincts and excitement flow through my actions. A herd of teen girls followed behind me, their siren-like voices filled my eardrums. I absolutely enjoyed combat, especially hand to hand solos. Or one-on-one. To be honest, I generally enjoy fighting and using my toys. My hero suit didn’t involve much, I didn’t really like over-dramatising it with a ‘cool’ superhero comic look. Instead I focussed more on the weapons side to essentialise my costume. My toys were what made my hero-costume. 

~~~~~~       Hero Costume Analysis - don’t need to read                 ~~~~~~

My first toy is a tachi, dressed in marble black with stainless steel - created from one of the strongest metals in the world. Of course it was hard to create - it took 2 years for it to be completely finished. It’s light and easy to handle, even though it's quite long - sitting at 75cm. The handle of it has a chain attached to it, not too long but long enough for me to swing my blade around to cut enemies down. It sits on my hip with a pink and white camo imprinted on its handle to accentuate that it belongs to me. 

My next toy involves a katana, sitting at only 35 cm long. It's a lot easier to wield than the tachi. Giving me more speed to my attacks and I can do more ‘tricks’ and dance around with my sword. This took a year and a half to make - according to Mei-chan. She added a snack compartment to the handle of it, just for me. Its blade was silver and stainless, whereas the handle had a different pattern - just normal black wraps and a chain dangling from its end. This sat underneath Tachi-tachi, both on the same hip.

I had two twin nighthawks firehawks, which was suited to accentuate my quirk. Being able to have flexible shooting abilities - curve bullets, further range than an average, quick reload and great power but made so that it didn’t affect my hands too much. The power was the same as an average shotgun but without recoil. They were both jet black with gold engravings running along it. One sat at my thigh and the other tucked into my back.

Then there were my boots, my absolutely favourite piece of clothing that I have. They were combat boots that sit right mid-way my calf - no lace, just straps that adjust themselves. But their heel and soul was thick and engineered. The fabric made is water-proof, fire-resistance and with a 10 year guarantee. Inside is where it made things interesting, at the tip of my toes I can activate a switchblade in both boots. In the heels, Mei-chan made sure to install some type of rocket-powered engine to give me extra boost to my jumps. It took me a while to adapt. And also a fanny pack installed into my belt to hold candy and snacks, because that's where my refuel system came from. Sugar and sweet things. Which is a bonus because I love sweets. I did have other little things but they aren’t as important. 

I wore my usual clothes - a plaid skirt with chains hanging from the pockets, a black tube top and a cropped fishnet underneath, a long leather coat that fell past my knees decorated with patches of random designs that I personally sewed myself. I tied my hair up into a ponytail to keep it out of my face and out of the way. 

                      ~~~~    Hero Costume Analysis: End    ~~~~

Rolling a blueberry flavoured lollipop in my mouth, I let the sugary taste fill my senses and reach into my body, a sudden spark of energy ready to be channeled into some hero action. I was the last to arrive, my mind and body still recovering from what felt like months and months of sitting, writing and listening. Aizawa began to explain the details of our next activity, his eyes hovering over each and everyone of our intent eyes. 

Right now, it seemed as if everyone hadn’t changed but compared to everyone of class 1-A in the past, we seemed confident, ready and serious. Those goofy smiles and laughs wiped away the moment sensei began to speak, especially after everything we’ve been through. The rising tension in the world has risen, villains infested neighbourhoods and took them over as heroes were struggling to fight back. Tomura Shigaraki had become a name everyone feared to mention, he soon became taboo after his rise in action and in power. We aren’t the same snotty-nosed kids who thought so black and white of heroes and villains anymore. In fact, because of the accelerating changes we didn’t see good VS evil anymore, the line had blurred and from then on there was just grey. 

“Alright, our next activity today to see how far you’ve come since Summer Bootcamp is one-on-one combat. As you all know there will be times when you will come face-to-face with people stronger or as-equally as strong as you. No backup, no comrades, no one to help you. All you will have is yourself.” 

Aizawa pressed his hand against the button of a remote, images of shadowed and unnamed people changing and switching, until both stopped and they were revealed. Momo Yaoyorozu VS Koji Koda. 

Momo was strong, having trained with her on many occasions during Summer camp and having fought alongside her. During another exam a year ago, you two partnered up and she had brains + an unlimited supply of toys, unfortunately we lost because we were ‘using’ each other’s quirks instead of ‘supporting’ each other. After that, I taught her how to shoot, even managed to teach her to curve a bullet. Whereas Momo taught me new strategies during a fight - with a lot of games of cars and ‘Hero Wars.’

“However this is not about beating the other person, this is about endurance. You will have 30 minutes to defeat one another, if you fall during that time you lose. However if both are standing in the end, it's a tie. The goal is to yes, defeat the other but also survive for as long as you can.”

I grabbed Momo-chan’s hand and gave her a good luck kiss on the cheek, muttering a quick encouragement. “Remember what I told you, men are easy to distract.” She rolled her eyes at my comment, the pink of cheeks pale but still visible. Momo-chan and I were good friends, almost considering her a best friend however, she was still adapting to my affection. “Flash them if you need.” A small giggle fell from my lips as her face upturned into disgust, a grin crawling its way onto her lips.

“You’re fucking disgusting.” 

“I know.” It was Bakugou, his infamous scowl still plastered across those delicious features. If there was one person you’ve wanted to fuck since day 1, it would be Bakugou Katsuki. “And you still look like you need a good fuck.” He didn’t reply and rolled his eyes, lazily watching as the two students began their match. “If you ever get too pent up, you know where I am. I mean I may not have a dick or curly hair or freckles or an obvious obsession over you but I can still-” A hard punch took its toll on my body and I curled over, letting out a low groan.

“Say that again and I’ll kill you.” 

“Ah, kachaan. Oh kachaan.” Letting a fake moan out into the air, a few of our classmates glanced over out of curiosity. Bakugou gave me the most menacing glare he could muster, if looks could kill. 

“I don’t fucking know what your stupidass is talking about. I don’t like guys and I sure as hell don’t like that shitty nerd.” 

“Whatever you say honey.” 

After a few more rounds of matches, I eagerly watched, analysing movements and embedding them into my brain for future reference. Finally my hero pic showed up on the screen - Yamiha VS - my heart beated as the following icon landed on a hair of midnight blue, square spectacles and a stern expression. A worthy opponent. I stood up to stretch my unused limbs, the adrenaline already pumping through my veins then I threw two pieces of gum into my mouth. “Come on class rep, time to tango.”

“Indeed it is.” 

“Let’s make this more challenging, shall we? If you defeat me, I’ll tell you a secret, a new found secret that I’ve never told anyone.”

“And why would I be interested?”

“Because your eyes are a very big give-a-way.” You leaned forward, taking a suckle of the sweet in your mouth, revelling in its flavour. “Don’t peg me as a fool Tenya, I know you’re curious.” 

“I will admit, I am skeptical but not so much as to let it motivate me.” He fixed his glasses then folded his arms. I licked my lips, enjoying the delicious view. The modifications to his suit were intelligent indeed. It was tight across his pectorals and arms, the bulging muscle underneath threatened to rip the fabric. It was designed to give him more freedom with his movements yet also support his limbs. “And lets say I agree to this challenge, what would be your means of victory?”

“Hmm..” I pushed a finger to my lips, pretending to think and mull the question over. Then with easy steps I strolled over to him and pressed my palm to his chest, letting my fingers smooth over as softly as I could and leaned up to his ear. Iida’s breath hitched as I slithered my hand down his chest and torso, admiring the firm build underneath such a skin-tight fabric. “If I win Iida-kun, you. Will. Be. Mine.” As teasingly as I could, I attempted to feel the could-be-massive-build in his pants but he was already ahead of me, hand reaching my wrist and held it tight. I bit my tongue to hold back the whine.

“Do not take me as a fool, Yamiha. What type of sick game are you playing?” Taken aback by the hidden authority and his midnight blue eyes but mostly surprised by the way it made me feel. There was a flash of vulnerability behind my honey brown orbs that lasted for only a split second. He noticed it too. In its wake was a smug smile. “I’m not playing a game Iida-kun. Always first to think the worst of me.” Another rehearsed pout found its way to my lips. “Unless, you would like to play a game?” This time Iida let your wrist go and sighed.

“No, I would prefer to not indulge in your inappropriate acts.” He covered his determined expression with metal and steel. “But I would rather enjoy indulging in your defeat. So please, attempt to put up a fight.” He accepted, fuelling me with a new fiery passion and a sense of urgency.  I placed a hand on the leather strips of black, the familiarity of its touch sparked the need within me. A thrill of excitement bubbled in the pit of my stomach. Although it was supposed to be just sparring - the tension between Iida and I spoke otherwise. There was a long pause of silence and staring, trying to read or predict the other movement. Surprisingly Iida was the first to attack, he rushed over with his fists ready to punch. Fortunately, my reflexes were fast and I let a sudden burst of energy push me in the air and spiralling. I landed on the ground with a smirk tugging at my lips.

“Is Iida-Iida worked up?” I lulled, skipping across the edge of a building. “My, my that’s the first. You know what? I heard your worked up face is your cum face.”

“Worked up wouldn’t be the correct term I would use.”” Unfortunately I couldn’t read his emotions behind the steel mask that kept his expressions hidden. “Prepared to win would suffice. Or rather, how would you say it? Ready to kick ass.” He followed up with another brash attack, racing towards at a much faster pace. Leaving another gap, I leapt up into the air and dodge his attack. However he read this and used the momentum to propel himself into the air and almost, almost knock my head off my body. Unfortunately for him, my flexibility improved over the years so in midair I bent backwards, watching the thick muscle of his calf skim past my nose. I landed on the edge of the building, leant forward and threw the coat over my ass and waved it in the air, looking up at him from between my thighs. “Come on Iida-kun, punish me.” On cue, I fell over the edge with him whizzing past, laughing and flipping myself to land on the ground and then rolled over so the impact wouldn’t be as strong. Following my instincts, I pulled the katana from my hip and sliced it in the air, stopping Iida from an attack. “My turn.” I let the katana in hand sync with my body, swinging attack after attack after attack until he had no other choice but to raise his hands and defend himself. Another update to his suit, he added more security to the fabric of his suit so that he could handle more large attacks from other opponents. 

“I expected more of you Yamiha, it seems your confidence lies in your ego and not your actual skill.” This was new, no one really snarked back insults or rather joking banter during a duel and I least expected it from him because he was so uptight. This played to his advantage and landed a powerful kick to my stomach, sending me hurling backwards so that I used the blade to stop myself from crashing into the concrete behind me. “See.” I admitted a low growl and used both of my swords, finally deciding to use my quirk and focus on his soft spots while fighting. My blade clashed against his arm, so I used my boot to try and slice into his stomach but instead cut into his skin with my katana, drawing a slither of blood. He attempted to kick me and I jumped back, landing on the fence then brought the blade to my lips. Slowly I licked up the blade, the taste felt new and different. A shiver ran up my spine as his blood sunk into my system. 

“What’s wrong Iida-Iida, a little cut got you scared.” I had managed to rip a clean slice into his side, right under his ribcage. 

“Tch, it seems I should really begin to try now.” He pulled out a small capsule and swallowed a small pill, his injuries now gone and he returned to a physically capable being. 

“Oh come on, that’s cheating.” I glanced at the time and ten minutes had passed, so throwing my coat off - the wind pricked my bare skin and it felt better. I felt more free and less-restricting. “Since you’re getting serious, I might as well too.” Wrapping both ties of chain around my forearms, both blades were trapped to my arms and I felt the power behind them.

With full speed, I ran towards Iida-kun and went to slice his head off but he dodged and tried to knock me off my feet, but I jumped and pushed myself to propel down and drive steel into his form. He dodged and slammed a fist to my face, blood slipped past my teeth and for a second my head buzzed. This time he followed up, hitting me a few times to which I countered with a cut across the thigh and again across his chest. We were like that for more minutes, attacking each other, countering, rebounding each other’s hits until our breaths were ragged. Iida went to attack but I saw this coming, stopping him with the aim of my gun to his head, pulled the trigger with a serious expression. 

He stared with wide eyes, defeat clear behind his eyes however I glanced towards the time and noticed it was almost over. Releasing a small sigh, I pulled the gun away from his head and held it up in surrender. “Okay, okay, I admit defeat. I lose. Iida Tenya, you win.” Confusion bubbled within himself, along with this feeling he couldn’t rid of. Even though she surrendered, Iida still felt as if he lost.

                                            ~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You see Iida-kun, I know something about you.” He watched as the female took a comfortable seat on his bed, remaining ignorant to his prior protests for her midnight intrusion. He was preparing for bed after a late night of studying and heshamefully admits, watching netflix. 

“Listen Yamiha, I’m tired and I’m definitely not in the right condition to be listening to your little games. So please, do us both a favour and return to your living quarters.” He pushed the spectacles up his nose and held the door wide open, night flooded through the room with nothing but the glow of his lamp shining on both their faces. If not for that, they would be engulfed in darkness and the gentle tapping of rain. “Please, leave.” He watched her pink lips turn into a frown, her left leg crossing over the other - the glow of the light running down her smooth honey-tanned skin. He didn’t like being alone with the girl.

“Aw c’mon, aren’t you going to ask me what I know?” Iida clenched his jaw, not relishing the way he could feel his patience slowly begin to run out. He didn’t easily lose control of his emotions - even as a child, Iida was a child easy to please. He couldn’t recall the last time he threw a tantrum.  “Ask me, c’mon ask me what I know. Pretty, pretty, pretty, please. If you do, I’ll leave.” A sigh fell from the class representative’s throat as he sunk into his desk chair. 

“Fine, what do you know that has you trespassing into my quarters in the middle of the night? Indulge me.” He watched as she fisted his blankets into her fingers, admiration written all over her facials. He would have found it cute - but since it was Yamiha, it just came off...strange.

“You have clean blankets.” If there was something he had learned from all his years with the perverted girl in his class was that there is always a reason behind the words she says. A tongue of riddles. “You can always tell when something is clean or filthy. In fact everything in your room is perfectly organised, prim and proper.” Her eyes traced over every corner of his room until they landed on him again yet this time, they changed. A shiver ran up his spine, something tangled in the pit of his stomach. Alluring, her eyes had narrowed, a needy emotion stirred. 

“I believe the proper term is, get to the point.” 

“What’sYourPoison69.” 

“W-what?”

“I believe the proper term is, cat got your tongue.” His whole body went into immediate shock at the username she spoke, something he had never heard from another person better yet out loud and in the open. Iida Tenya felt his stomach drop, his heart suddenly pick up and pause at the same time. She mused, sitting in all her smug and confidence. He couldn’t believe his ears, this secret, deadly and dangerous was to remain with him and him only. Now, the school’s most notorious manipulator, perverted and wicked - knew his filthy secret. Hell, she could blackmail him into anything for the rest of his life, if news like this were to spread now or in the future the consequences would be callatorole. And why wouldn’t she? They weren’t exactly friends, they almost bickered all the time - he couldn’t remember a time she wasn’t taunting him, going against his wishes and defying him. All he knew is that she found pleasure in the pain of someone else. 

“H-h-how? When? This, I-I can explain.” Iida shivered at the idea of what mischief spun behind those pale and golden, troubled honey spreading to the corners of the darkest of brown. He didn't want to think about it but it was all that occupied his mind.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist Iida-Iida, I won’t reveal your stimulating broadcasts to your friends or the school board or better yet, the media.” He felt his body loosen up a little, a sigh falling from his lips. Iida did not trust Yamiha for the most part but she was very good at keeping her word - which he learned the hard way. She rolled her eyes and leaned back. “Oh no, I’m not that evil. But imagine the thrill they’d receive from this information, I can already see it all over social media, headlines on the news, papers, the city broadcasts. ‘U.A high school student, Tenya Iida, once a prodigy of the Iida family and now a disappointment - found releasing explicit videos online. What will happen next to this low-life pervert? Will he ever become a hero - I hope not `` It would be hot-gossip for a long time.” Yamiha considered exposing his little online website dedicated to pleasing viewers by creating vivid audios of what he would do to his ‘sluts’. Oh yes, she was so tempted to reveal his cam sessions - to watch the horror build behind the eyes of his friends. However, her moral consciousness got in the way and she couldn’t find the heart to do that. She did have a soul after all. That and it had its benefits. For nearly two weeks, she’d watch behind a screen and fall under the lulls of his deep and assertive voice, now she wanted more. 

“This isn’t fucking funny Yamiha.” Iida was beyond angry, he was filled with hot rage. Wanting to wipe the cockiness and arrogance from the girl his shame and guilt kept him glued to his seat. Her claws were so deep in him, it was hard not to bite his tongue and swallow the cuss that escaped. It only gave Yamiha a greater edge. “Just tell me what you want.”

“I’m going to be real with you class rep, I like your little videos, I like them alot.” He felt shame in the corners of his mind and his cheeks flushed red from embarrassment mixed with a sense of flattery. But then he saw that smirk again and those emotions were replaced by repulsion. “And to be quite honest, I like you.” This time he couldn’t hide the look of pure shock across his facials as she stared at him with those troubled and mysterious brown eyes, a vulnerable look behind them. He almost fell for it if it weren’t for those filthy pink and delicate lips turned into a crooked smile.

“Seriously, what the fuck do you want?”

“Ugh, I thought I almost had you, the look on your face was priceless. Should have recorded it and used it at our wedding. Oh well, guess the wedding is canceled.” 

“You’re sick.” He meant those words, despising the way she was so unreadable, so full of riddles and games. Her words were trustworthy but it's the actions that go with them - they were deceitful and gave her intentions away. 

“I know, I try not to rub it in but sometimes I just can’t help myself.” Flicking a strand of long silk of black behind her shoulder, she stood up and approached him. Easily sitting on his lap as if it were her own personal seat. Iida leaned back, tearing his face further away from her as far as he could. They both knew Iida was in no position to do anything, instead he clenched the plastic handles to keep his arms from ripping the arrogant girl from him. “Besides, what I want isn’t important right now but I have a request to make for my Daddy.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, spreading her legs open as she sat on his dick. “I want to watch his show live.” 

“That’s stupid, I can’t-” A growl erupted from his chest as Yamiha rolled her hips forward, his body betraying his mind and morals. But shame washed over as he found himself clenching her hips to stop her movements, but to also stop himself from letting his primal urge take over and fulfil his desires. Iida wasn’t a blind man to not notice her desirable figure, voluptuous and full. She wasn’t thin like some of the girls in his class, rather holding extra weight in her hips, bottom and chest. Because her hips were so wide, it made her waist seem thin. “Stop it.” A small whimper fell from her lips as Iida’s hands squeezed her sides with little to no worry as to how hard he gripped, his hands digging into her flesh as he slowly dragged his fingers down to her thighs. Control over her movements. 

“What’s wrong Iida-kun?” A low groan left his lips as the soft cushion of her ass grind against his dick, pulling an unexpected reaction from him. Iida was so caught up in her presence, he didn’t notice the growing bulge between his legs. She gave a cocky smile. “You seem very tense.” She poked his cheek and whispered. “And uncontrollably hard.” Something snapped, so blinded by his frustration and lust, he grabbed the girl and threw her on his bed and held her down with a not-so-gentle clench over her throat. 

“I’m only going to tell you this once, you will sit here, stay quiet and be good.” He squeezed harder, feeling the pulse of her heart under his hand. “You’re going to control that fucking filthy mouth of yours and behave.” She was about to protest but his hard stare, commanded her to oblige and listen. So instead, she shook her head with wide doe eyes filled with shock. “Yes? Was that a yes?” He bucked his hips into her, revenge for the tight bulge in his sweats. Revenge for the fire burning in the pit of his stomach.

“Yes.” This new light, her helpless figure laying sprawled across his bed, hands wrapped around his forearm as he gained dominion over her, those usually confident and cocky eyes now vulnerable, needy and innocent. He liked it. 

“Good girl.” A shudder ran through Yamiha’s body, running straight to her core. Where his cock still remained pushed up against, her panties and his pants separating them. She whined, wanting more friction but remained still - unknowing to why she easily obeyed his orders. She wanted to just take what she wanted and go, but something kept her glued and for once, disciplined. 

Iida pulled himself away, slid back into his seat and turned his back to her and face his laptop. At first, he was going to continue and do his homework but instead, he opened up the familiar website where she spent countless nights mastubating too. Iida was quick and aggressive, he pressed live and instantly followers started streaming in, beginning their compliments. He made sure she was out of the view, angling the laptop so that it faced the wall and not his bed - which gave her a side-view of him. She watched as he leaned down to grab his pitch black mask that covered his entire face besides his lips - the show began. 

From where she sat, she used her quirk and focussed on the comments that were dropped. Someone by the name xxdaddy’sfaVgirlxx said, ‘Daddy seems so tense n really aggressive tonight.’ Followed by the usual, ‘ur so hot’, ‘make me cum’, ‘missed u sir.’ Yamiha covered her mouth to stop the small giggles to fall out, not wanting to disturb his streaming. 

She gaped, attention snapping to the sound of skin slapping skin, Iida’s cock out and laying flat against his stomach. In all its muscled and defined glory, he held his shirt up with the one hand while the other gripped the base of his dick - drawing out small pants between clenched teeth. “This is what you wanted right?” He still stared at the webcam, but she knew the words were for her. She clenched her thighs together and rolled her hips to gain some friction that would ease the impulsing heat between her legs. “Yeah, I know. Watching behind a camera for what? Days, weeks, months like a dirty fucking pervert. Now you get to see the real thing. I haven’t even touched you and you're a squirming mess.” He let out a sick laugh, hand pumping up and down his dick - slowly. Iida pressed his thumb against his slit, spreading pre-cum over the head while letting out low grunts. She couldn’t take it anymore and spread her legs open, to quietly touch herself and relieve that undying ache. A small whimper fell from her lips, her fingers pressing against the soaked cloth of her panties and Iida snapped his gaze over to her, a smirk tugged at his lips but his eyes - she couldn’t see. He was unreadable and she felt vulnerable. “Yam-” Iida quickly corrected himself, almost exposing that you were in his room and your name. A known hero name. “Sweetheart, what did I tell you before?” She pouted back at him and reluctantly pulled her hand away from her dripping cunt. “Uphold your word and remain disciplined and behave, do you understand me?”

“Yes.” You whispered under your breath, so only he could hear. Iida returned to his prior position, aiming his attention back towards the webcam - that smirk still lingered on his face. Cocky and arrogant - annoyance seeped through your veins and had you glaring and huffing. 

“Aww, are you mad at me?” He laughed darkly this time, irking you further but also becoming an immense turn on. “Now you know how you make me feel. Doesn’t feel great does it? Does it?” Yamiha replied with a small hint of a ‘no’, turning her face away to hide her bruised ego and to at least gain some self-control back. “Don’t be embarrassed sweetheart, look at me.” Staring at Iida with a pout, he was looking at her the glow of his lamp illuminating the cocky smirk and the other side showed nothing but black shadow. “You wanna touch yourself?” Yamiha nodded. “I know sweetheart, I know you do. You’ve been such a good girl and so patient - Daddy gives you permission to touch yourself.” 

Yamiha leaned back into the comforts of his bed, sliding her shirt up to reveal a stomach made of caramel and old battle scars, the surface of her skin glowing under the light. With hooded eyes she stared into the mask of Iida, knowing his eyes were on her and trapped. There was silence mixed with the sound of his followers commenting, and his hand pumping up and down his thick cock. His pre-cum leaked over his hand. She opened her legs for him to see the wet and sloppy mess between her legs, his reaction consisted of a low growl and a few hard flicks of his wrist. “Fuck.” Hearing him swear so much in less than an hour felt like a privilege but also a new found obsession and addiction. She liked the way his tongue rolled the words out, so intense and with that same Iida tone to it. Yamiha shimmied out of her panties in a hurried rush to finally let herself go, exposing herself completely to Tanya Iida. A chuckle fell from his lips as the smaller girl desperately rolled her digits over her clit, the wetness of her slick spreading all over her pretty cunt. “You’re soaking wet, is that how much I affect you?” It was a genuine question and Yamiha replied with a nod followed by a whine, sliding a finger inside. Yamiha smiled as a blush crossed his cheeks. 

“Please.” He heard her pant, the way her lips clenched around her fingers gave him images of his dick pounding into such a tight little thing. She couldn’t control the moans that fell from her lips, nor did he think she even noticed. 

“Oh now you’re begging, I’ve never heard you beg before. Say it again.”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please...” They locked eyes, having a battle of dominance with their orbs. Yamiha’s fingers buried inside of herself while the other played with the sensitive bud of her clit that was puffy and pink. Iida fucked his fist faster, that familiar build gnawing at him - his hips driving upwards. “Daddy.” 

“Cum, fucking cum for me sweetheart.” She complied with such a loud moan, she threw her head back and her legs shook from the violent orgasm that overcame her body. Her breath hitched at the back of her throat and the sight had him cumming within seconds, a groan roaring between his clenched teeth. The hot liquid sprayed against his torso, wetting his rippling muscles. 

After the adrenaline had left his system, his common sense came back. Panic arose from his chest as Iida’s eyes skimmed over the comments that came blaring in, one after the other. He noticed the increased amount of viewers suddenly spike up by the second.

Unknown45 - OMG, there’s someone else there.

Frankschocolatemilk - fuck, that was hot. Whoever your gf is, sounds fuckin’ hot af!

xxdaddy’sfaVgirlxx - is that daddy’s gf?

xxdaddy’sfaVgirlxx - OMG, NO! HE’S FUCKING ONE OF HIS FOLLOWERS!!

xxdaddy’sfaVgirlxx - so jealous rn.

Lucy - damn, when are you going to show us who the lucky girl is?

Littlegirlfucks - That was hot! And to think Daddy was talking to us but was actually talking about the other girl, while watching each other fuck. Fucking HAWT! 

xxdaddy’sfaVgirlxx - I came so hard.

Iida slammed his laptop closed, ignoring the comments and the stress. He didn’t want to drag anyone into this, even if they wanted to - it was his own place to let out his darkest self without hurting anyone and doing anything that could ruin his reputation as a hero. Nor did he have the time to fully expand his desires on another, he had no time for romance or anything alike. But now, now his whole fanbase believes he has a gf. AND the wicked witch of the west has involuntarily barged into this. 

“Hmm, that was fun. A sure 10/10 on the live show.” The girl was already tidying herself up and prepared to make her way out. “I’ll be sure to drop a comment later on.” She stood up and went to leave but he hurriedly grabbed her wrist. 

“Don’t pretend to be smug, sweetheart.” The nickname made Yamiha clench her jaw, staring at him with annoyance. A clear sign of how he has gotten under her skin. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her ear. “I know you’re secret too. You’re a submissive little brat.” Iida chuckled darkly. “Everyone thinks you’re this tough girl who has a filthy mouth and perverted mind too dark for anyone to please, so rebellious and all about free will and free spirit. When in fact, you’re this vulnerable little girl who loves to obey and finds pleasure in being told what to do. You like being Daddy’s good girl.” He pressed her against the wall, her reaction that of pure gold as her cheeks turned a fuming bright red. Iida slid a finger down her cheek, sliding his thumb over her lip and slowly pushing it into her delicate mouth. She sucked on his finger, letting her tongue smooth under and over the rough skin until her teeth sunk into his skin - causing a hiss to break from Iida’s mouth. Yamiha grabbed his semi-hard cock and flipped their positions, him against the wall and under her mercy. 

“You wanna play this game Iida-Iida, I will tell you now, once you’re in - you will never be able to escape. Even when you’re married and settled down,” She pumped his cock up and down to which he growled, rolling his hips forward. “You’ll still be thinking about me, wanting me, yearning for me. Because I will be the only one to accept your dark fantasies.” She stroked him with a faster paste, his breath became heavy and thick. “Even when you fuck your wife, having some vanilla sex with her - she won’t be able to come close to satisfying you. And you know why?” He rested his head against the cool surface of his dorm room, eyes beginning to close. “Because you’re afraid to let people see your crazy.” Yamiha took a personal blow to his ego and denied his access to cumming then shoved past him to open the door and leave. “See you in class, Iida-Iida.”

                                                            ><

Tenya Iida woke up with a loud groan, the forgotten memory of Yesterday lingering in his memory. He glanced around and noticed the view of mountain and water and green, the images blurring together.

Yes this was going to be more difficult than he thought, looking down to his pants he saw the large tent that grew. Iida quietly grumbled under his breath, telling himself off for the inappropriate way his body reacted to the burning memory. 

Then he saw her. 

And everything came back.

The pleasure & the pain.

[awesomeshadowedninja]

Temptations of Heroes - One

Summary - All of Class 1A have grown up and graduated from U.A high school. It’s been eight years since they became official heroes and eight long years since they’ve all caught up with each other. Tenya Iida retrieves a late night call from none other than his best friend Midoriya, requesting his company on a 3-5 day camping trip with everyone else - including Yamiha. He is hesitant and nervous at first but reluctantly accepts. Long lost feelings submerge, the past has a funny way of coming back and the tension & desire is very hard to ignore. How will Iida & Yamiha survive their own desires and emotions?

Warnings - Very explicit writing, read at your own risk. Angst. Fluff. Homosexuality and straightness. Gore & Action here and there.

//Part Two// 0ut now.

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Eight years.

It has been eight years since he had graduated from U.A high school along with his fellow classmates and journeyed down the path of a pro-hero. Long days of following a self-managed schedule, accomplishing missions with different heroes - old friends and new - keeping a stern and well-respected voice in hero policies and regulations, along with new and improved laws to a renewed society. A new age of heroes. Iida pushed the bridge of his spectacles upwards and let out a deep sigh, leaning against the soft plush of his seat and sunk into its comfort. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to go, he felt somewhat...nervous. The phone-call from Izuku - who he still refers to as Midoriya out of habit - was unexpected. It wasn’t that he remained out of touch with Midoriya-kun, no, it was what he had requested.

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“Midoriya-kun, why are you calling me at this hour? You and I should be sleeping at this hour.  We have the responsibility to pay attention to our health and maintain balance throughout all factors of our well-being, spiritual, mental and physical. And sleep happens to be a key factor in all these areas.” Midoriya chuckled nervously from the otherside of the phone, he could already see the actions of his close friend. A blush, closed eyes and the small movements of discomfort.

“H-hai, sorry Iida-kun.” Iida glanced towards the small alarm box, checking how many minutes had passed since the other called - zero.

“How many times do I have to ask you to call me Izuku, seriously, we’re adults now and have been close friends for years-”

“That’s because-”

“It is only respectful towards me since I am the number one hero, yeah yeah you’ve already said. But still, everyone else calls me Izuku now except for Kacchan and Uraraka-chan.” He could hear the pout in his words and the faint sound of Bakugo in the background, grumbling about being too loud and ‘killing’ Midoriya if he didn’t hurry up and go to sleep. Iida sat patiently, listening to their squabble. “I’m sorry Kachaan, but if you weren’t so preoccupied with my - I’m not blaming you Kachaan. I’m just saying I could have done this earlier and - Just go back to sleep.” Iida felt a faint smile creep cross his lips. Although he didn’t miss the constant arguing of the top two heroes especially during their youth, it was good to hear their voices and the improvements of their relationship. The two have come a long way since U.A.

“Midoriya-kun, please explain why you are calling me at such a ridiculous hour.” If it weren’t for the late meeting he had with the branch of Asui.Co dedicated to global economic tradings founded by Tsuyu-san- he would be fast asleep. Unfortunately, after an exhausting meeting with the stubborn secretary filled with alot of convincing and negotiation, he returned home late. “I’ve had a long day and I would like to sleep.”

“R-right s-sorry.” Midoriya cleared his throat and continued. “Because you don’t have social media, you wouldn’t have seen the group chat that Mina-chan created a few months to go so that our old class 1-A  could all communicate since everyone’s so busy. Although  it's not the same as face-to-face and kinda hard to keep up with who said what, not to mention people aren’t always on the same page and -”

“Midoriya, the point?” Iida drew his lips in a thin line, his close friend has definitely matured in other ways and grown but his habit of muttering nonsense and over-analysing things did not disappear. As annoying as it was, it was also a relief.

“Right! Since the  seasonal holiday is approaching, the majority of our old class is free for 2-5 days around the same week and everyone came to an agreement to go camping and finally catch up, hang out perhaps reminisce on old memories. It has been 8 years after all. But all that was left was you, Yamiha and Kachaan. What do you say, Iida?”

“Yamiha, she’s going?” Before Iida could stop his own tongue, the words fell out so easily. He mentally scowled himself for the lack of control and discipline. “I-I-I mean, it’s just I haven’t heard from her since graduation so, so, so I assumed she was I don’t know - resigned or, or-”

“Haha, yes she’ll be there.” Iida let out a sigh of relief. “I didn’t even have to say much, she agreed straight away. Still the same as I remember.” It did indeed sound like the carefree girl, Iida thought, so reckless. Midoriya laughed to himself which was then followed by an angry heave of what was probably Bakugou, a loud screech and a thud. “S-sorry Iida-kun, I have to go now but please call or text me when you have an answ-”

“Don’t ignore me Deku!” Iida winced at the loud volume of Bakugou, pulling his cellphone away from his ear and sighed. “Goodnight~” Before Iida could return the favour, he was met with a long beep and then silence. Midoriya hung up. If it was a stranger who had no idea of Midoriya-kun and Bakugou-kun’s close relationship, and heard their exchange they would be worried for the number one hero's safety. However, Iida-kun knew both of them well enough to just place his phone down, lay on his back and quickly fall asleep - ignoring the strange twist in the pit of his stomach.

~~~~~~

Eight long years.

The sound of her name still lingered in his ears and he hated himself for it. No control over his body, he hated that. The discipline, gone. Iida slumped forward, frustrated and annoyed. He couldn’t believe how the years he spent almost isolated did no justice to the burning memory of her chaotic laugh.

“Damn it!” Iida curled his hand into a fist and pound the smooth surface of pine wood. As much as he wanted to forget her, his heart wouldn’t let go. Like a malfunctioning robot, Iida’s fingers gripped the cool touch of his phone. His thumbs tapped away, pressing each letter with no control. He hated himself. Iida knew it was illogical to go on this camping trip, he is unprepared. Heart hammering and stomach turning. It was illogical because that robotic and uptight attitude he had when he was a teenager has withered.

Hesitantly pressing send, Iida slumped down and pressed his palm to his chest. Then drew in deep breaths. He hasn’t even heard or seen her and yet he easily turned against himself. If he could not handle the idea of her, how was he supposed to handle the real her. ida’s phone rang, a new message from Midoriya-kun.

Glad you can make it.

I’ll inform the others.

Excited!

<3

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Arriving at the bus stop, Iida checked the time and realised he was thirty minutes early. No matter the circumstances whether formal or casual it was always a good idea to arrive before the given time because life is unpredictable. That he definitely learned from U.A. Always better to be prepared then not.

He was definitely nervous to see Yamiha again, but he couldn’t deny the bubbling excitement. It had been a long time since the hero had taken some time off and had fun. He couldn't count how many months it has been since he had seen Midoriya-kun and Uraraka-san. The rest, well it's been years. His life now went exactly as planned, he joined the same organisation as his brother, became a hero in his image and lived up to his family's reputation. Everything was - is perfect.

Iida scrolled through his phone, checking his emails to see if there were any emergencies or unexpected problems. Fortunately for everyone, there wasn’t. For him he felt a little disappointed, having no reason to escape his current predicament.  So, instead he decided to listen to music while going over his things one last time.

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There he goes again, Iida thought. He promised himself he would ease up a little bit this year, chill out more and not worry about little things. The spectacle boy clenched his fists and unknowingly gave the spiky blonde the most menacing glare he could muster. Of course, Bakugou paid no attention and was instead spacing out with a bored expression. Even still, the ignorance of the explosive male still pissed Iida off. There were set rules. At the top of his list were the basic moral rules for example; don’t kill another human it’s wrong. Then there were self-laws, you create for yourself like a self-religion. There were laws that were applied in basic days like stopping at a red light, if possible to safely slow down or stop at a yellow light, etc. Then there were small things, where you had the choice to do so or not. Such as littering, advised not too but not forced to follow through although it should be more important in his opinion.

“Good morning Iida-kun!” The sound of Midoriya caught his attention. The green-haired boy smiled cheerfully, a delicate blush brightening his facials and it seemed to ease him. Only by a little. There was always something about Midoriya that he lacked, a somewhat comforting aura. Iida fixed his spectacles, stood straight and gave the boy a slight bow.

“Morning Midoriya-kun. I see you have arrived early.”

“Haha yeah, I was exhausted yesterday and managed to sleep all afternoon.”

“Hmm, that’s good you caught up on rest. Ochako-san would be happy to hear it.” His close friend let out a nervous chuckle, hand sheepishly rubbing against the back of his neck.

“Yeah, she would’ve been angry.” That was an understatement. Tenya recalled the last time the mop of green hair decided to pull an all nighter for a special deal of an All Might action figure, that day he saw the dark and scary side of Ochako Uraraka.

“Eh?” Without warning, Bakugou was now standing between them with his hand outstretched towards his close friend.

“Here’s your shitty shirt, nerd.” Since when were these two sharing clothes? Iida inquired but decided not to pester knowing well of the consequence. One would probably turn hot and fiery while the other would stumble over his words trying to explain, they were both stubborn like that. Although their relationship has improved since last year, they still argued and had difficulty communicating with one another. Tenya decided to sit back down and pass the time by listening to music. A new found hobby he couldn’t seem to let go. He pushed in the royal blue earphones and pressed play, listening to the soothing sound of violins and piano blending into one. He liked this music, it put him at ease and made him float. Carried him to a world of perfection. Beautiful skies, happy citizens that obeyed the law, working alongside his brother to keep the peace - buildings blazing with fire, people acting violently against each other, the sky painted a bright red. Tenya Iida snapped his eyes open, guitars hammering against his eardrums and voices screeching. He jumped out of his seat, the rock music overplaying his peaceful tunes. When he finally took the vile sound out, he was met with that familiar mischievous snicker. In his hands were devilled headphones coated in a daring red colour.

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"Hmm?" Tenya Iida felt a sudden chill run up his spine and his whole body became tense. "Is Iida-Iida listening to rock music?" His deep blue eyes met mischievous honey brown, sweet but with a hidden agenda. It took him a few seconds to realise the close proximity of the girl, how her warm and soft body was leaning against him while she had taken one of his earbuds and listened to the clash of drums and guitar.

"Eh?" Iida blinked once, then twice. "Eh!" The stiff male jumped to his feet, swatting his hands from left to right. "H-how many times must I warn you that it is improper to invade someone else’s personal space. I-it's uncomfortable and suffocating. Not to mention provocative and-and-" His cheeks flushed bright red, stumbling over his words.

"Is that how you greet an old friend~" Yamiha smirked in amusement, pulling the sweet delicacy out of her mouth with a pop. He stared intensely, eyes narrowed on her tongue and the moist texture it left on her pink lips. Something old and unwelcomed washed over him. “Someone hasn’t changed~~” The shorter girl winked wearing a smug smirk.

“Tch.” Tenya turned away, crossing his arms and frowned. This is why he was so nervous, why he didn’t want to face her after all these years. Yamiha brought out a side of him he was - is still ashamed of. With a sway of her lips, he was putty in her hands. “Neither have you.”

“That is true in more ways than one..” She clicked her tongue and threw the thin straw of the lollipop  into the bin, crunched on the sweet and sunk down next to him. The girl had always been so touchy, always sitting so close to a point of making you feel uncomfortable. Sometimes she sat on the other person. He still didn’t know if it was intentional or not.

“I see someone’s at least learnt common sense over the years, how long did that take you?” Iida cracked, surprised at her actions. In high school she would always throw her rubbish on the floor, leaving it to him to chase after her, tell her off but still clean up her mess.

“Was that an attempted joke Iida-Iida?” The honey-brown eyes girl lit with amusement. It almost felt nostalgic to be this close. Tenya avoided eye contact, fixing his posture and decided to remain quiet.

Yamiha still had her innocent facial features. Soft and plump pink lips that were constantly pouting or smirking. Round cheeks that were never pink or rosey, she never blushed or so he used to think. Compared to most girls, when it came to discussing things like sex, kissing, etc she had always remained calm. She was the cause to so many red faces, stuttering messes or irritated humans. On the outside she seemed sweet and innocent but then her mouth opened and all that came out was - still is - filth. Hair now cut short, the sleek black curls framed the shape of her profile. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. A devil wearing the wings of an angel. Sweet like candy but sharp like a blade. A sin. All the same names he’d address her once upon a time ago. Things were different now, they were adults. Yes, he reminded himself, adults. Tenya Iida swallowed the lump in his throat and straightened his back, forcing confidence inside himself.

After what seemed like a long conversation of silence, he arched his head and found her happily bobbing her head back and forward with another sweet slipping past her lips and over her tongue. He paused and stared. “I’ve seen your business alongside Koda Koji, a new program for troubled kids. How is it?” Iida was genuinely curious. A few days ago he caught a glimpse - more like forced a glimpse - of an establishment for troubled kids and teens who have been outcast, barely surviving, born to villainous families and especially those who want a second-chance-at-life that Yamiha and Koda have created. 

“The kids are little shits. So fucking annoying, do you know how many don’t know how to fucking aim.” The woman seethed between her teeth, her brows lifting and revealed worry lines. She never had those before, Yamiha was always the most laid back in 1A. “The first few months were the hardest since the government didn’t fund our movement, so I had to pull some cash out of my own pocket and clean everyday before we had other workers. Honestly, it’s shit.” She released a sigh, pressing the front of her fingers against her temple. “But I love it nonetheless.” Yamiha cooed, her eyes filled with joy and something pure. He’s never seen that before. “You’ve never seen what before?”

“Huh?” He was caught off guard and stared dumbly at the girl. “Oh um, well, nothing. It’s just. I’ve never seen, never seen, y-your eyes so full before.” He vomited the words. She stared up at him, also surprised by his bold statement and she blushed. In fact her cheeks turned pink. “I mean I’ve never seen you so filled up.” Just shut up Tenya, he internally scowled. The embarrassment the female once had been wiped off by a smirk, hooded eyes and those mischievous eyes returned. Like a light had been switched on.

“That’s a lie Iida-kun~” She whined, a sudden pressure weighed on his lap and reality sunk in. He found himself face to face with the smaller girl. Her lips looked sweet and delicate, smiling lightly with soft cushioned cheeks decorated in new scars. He felt his hand twitch.  Her eyes were like snakes, alluring and seductive. So deadly and already sinking their poisonous venom, biting and killing. “You have filled me up more than once.”

“Yamiha.” His voice felt so unfamiliar, dark and low. The authority he once used for good deeds like leading a group of new recruitments, informing co-workers and even telling off children. It had bubbled into something else. This girl, he thought, always so damned provocative. She ignored his warning, letting her hands wander down his chest with such a silky touch that gnawed at his dick. Her hands were flat and small but with so much power - her fingers weren’t soft and delicate but rather firm and careful.

“Yamiha.” He heard his own voice again like a stranger, he felt so distant. The girl hummed in response, eyes amber brown twinkling with mischief. Inch by inch her fingers ghosted down his torso and towards the hem of his pants, Iida’s muscles tensed. Her finger just nipped against his zipper until he grabbed her wrist, pulled her forward and his other hand wrapped around her throat. “Stop being a fucking brat and keep your hands to yourself, do you understand me?” She gasped and replied with a small whine. He tapped her lips with the pad of her thumb, pushing her lips slightly ajar and felt the tingle of her tongue tease his thumb. “Good girl~”

“Listen Iida I-”

“I think that’s the bus, prepare your luggage.” Tenya did not want to discuss anything at the moment or even associate himself with the woman. Not even five minutes alone with the girl and he’s already going crazy - and to act that way in public. It was foolish. He didn’t think because his mind was so wrapped up in her. He pushed his earphones back into his ears and hurried into the bus hiding his face and his swollen pants. He couldn’t let her back in - not like that. Not ever. He has to control his temptations.

[awesomeshadowedninja]

After All These Years (All Might x Reader)

Hi guys, this is part 2 to A Hero’s Sacrifice, if you haven’t read it please do. But, you don’t have to. That’s just at All Might’s point of view. Anyways, yeah. I just want to post these stories because they keep me up at night and it’s like I have to write them down. This one’s a little longer though. 

Warnings: None. 

Summary: You are still in love with the number one hero after fifteen years of his departure until life decided you two aren’t quite finish yet.

“Can you believe it? The great All Might, number one hero, is- I can’t believe it! What’s left of a great man is nothing but a scrawny and weak man! Can you see this? His true form!” Tears fell from your eyes as the camera zoomed in on the beaten, bloody and broken All Might. The man that broke your heart. But even to this day, there were feelings there that were strong and vivid. How could you stop loving him? His face was literally everywhere, taunting and reminding you of the pain. But you pushed those feelings aside and worried for the blonde haired blue eyes man. You were concerned and already analysing the wounds on his body, they were very serious. 

That was the day that All Might could finally be Toshinori Yagi. 

The day you thought would perhaps hate and forget about him.

But, boy were you wrong.

For the next few weeks, his face appeared everywhere. His beautiful skinny and lanky form was the headline on every newspaper article, blog, tv show, truck, busses, trains. It was everywhere. That was the part of him that made you love him the most. Made you want him. Don’t get me wrong, the muscles and firm weren’t ugly but when he revealed to you Toshinori Nagi, you knew it was a sign of his trust.

Glaring at the picture on your phone, rage bubbled inside of you as you remembered the words written on that damned piece of paper. ‘I don’t love you anymore.’ At first you cried for days and tried and tried to call the man but he blocked you, literally blocked you out of his life. Shunned and rejected all your efforts of seeking security and comfort. It tormented you of how you weren't enough for the great hero. Nothing about you wasn’t good enough. All your love and dedication wasn’t enough for the man to stay. 

In fact that was a constant insecurity of yours during your relationship with the Toshinori Yagi. To which he would prove with smooth and silky whispers of why he loved you, why he wanted and needed you. Then seal it when a long night full of passionate love making.

But you understood, one day you weren’t worth it anymore. 

You were plain. 

To be honest you were really mundane. You didn’t even have the uniqueness of being quirkless, instead stuck with a quirk of rapid healing abilities through a kiss but it only stretched that far. You worked a normal job, being the owner of a small restaurant that swerved traditional japanese food with the odd American dish. In fact, that’s how you met All Might. He was a regular customer that came to eat once a week. But since your restaurant was on the poorer and less populated side of town, not a lot of young people came, only the old folk who looked for somewhere peaceful and homie, kept your business going. Until one night, All Might decided to ask you if you’d join him and of course you did - after the blushes and stutters - and from then on, every Friday night he ate dinner with you. 

Hell, even the way you met was ordinary. Toshinori didn’t save you from an evil super villain or clash into you as you were walking down a busy road. 

That was probably why he left because you were boring.

All the thoughts caused you to throw the phone away as you flopped on your bed, pondering back into the past. It wasn’t healthy to dwell so much on the times of fifteen years ago, but you couldn’t help it. You were still fiercely in love with him. 

You tried to move on.

Dated a few guys over the years, even got married once but it still wasn’t the same.. There wasn’t the spark. The chemistry. It was as if you just settled for them because they were there. And they didn’t make you laugh or smile or feel the way Toshinori did. 

He was so different. 

Passionate and determined. 

It was ride or die with him.

After several hours of tossing and turning, reminiscing on the past, you decided to go for a walk. Maybe a stroll would help tire you out and give you a better place to think. Instead of the plain yellow walls of your lonely house that reminded you of All Might. So, grabbing the warm coat that hung up on your wall and slipping into your shoes, you left the house and stepped into the bitter cold of the early morning.

The morning you woke up to find the empty house and bed, you thought it was one of All Might’s supposed to be funny pranks. But after calling and waiting patiently all day for the man, you still had hope. Still believed it was a prank. Until months later, you realised he wasn’t coming back. He was gone.

To say it broke you was an understatement. 

It shattered your soul. The very fibre of your being at the time was taken over by pain, grief and sorrow like someone had punched a hole into your heart. There were many days and nights of laying on your couch watching television with all the channels that did not have All Might on it. Wasting your days away. Everywhere you went, there was his smile that tortured you. Saying how happier he was without you. How much he was doing fine without you. That he really meant that he didn’t love you.

You started to have nightmares of him. Some were sweet, like a dream but then you’d wake up and become crushed by the brutal honesty of reality. To wake up alone and cold. Empty bed. Empty room. Empty house. Even on the nights when there was someone next you. You even dreamt of memories you had of him, the ones that you were fond of. Like the one where you were able to watch him train with some other heroes. Although no one really understood why you were there or why All Might escorted you, according to your Toshinori it was because you were a huge fan that won a pass of somesort. But the truth of the matter was that you wanted to see him train. Begged and pestered All Might for weeks, until he finally caved. You could still hear his laugh ringing in your ears or the words of encouragement he gave his fellow heros or the way he’d scream-

“Plus Ultra!” Yeah, it sounded exactly like that.

Without warning a sudden slab of concrete started falling down rapidly on top of your frame. You were taken aback for a second because these situations don’t happen to people like you. Opening your mouth to scream, a sudden flash of green came into view and you caught the glimpse of a boy no older than 15 punching the slab to nothing but rubble.

“Everything’s going to be alright now...because I’m here.” And within seconds I was suddenly sitting on a bus stop further away from where the debris was falling and I watched the flash of green, pummel a villain across the sky and far away. I was shocked and taken back.

“W-what just happened?” Inquiring to myself, I noticed the boy that just saved my life plummeted to the ground and was clearly unconscious. “Oh no.” As if on instinct my body moved and quickly let the boy fall on me before he hit the solid ground which would surely have broken a few bones. “Ow.” Grumbling under my breath, I quickly held the boy and checked to see if he had any injuries. But it seemed his arm was bruised but not broken. “I should call the cops and ambulance.” Muttering to myself, I reached for my phone and dialed the police’s number and looked down at the boy as if he’d suddenly die.

“...All Might…” The freckled kid muttered under his breath and I froze. Remembering the flash of green and what he said as he saved me from my death. It reminded me of him. Toshinori Yagi. All Might. The power, the smile, the determination. All of it reminded me of him. And the next thing I knew, I carried the boy on my back and headed back to my place to tend to his injuries.

What are you doing? You should call the police and let the ambulance take care of him. Biting my bottom lip nervously, I eyed the teenager lying on my couch with no injuries , just obvious signs of exhaustion. What is wrong with you? Just because he reminds you of All Might doesn’t mean you should have taken the kid. Hell, this is considered a kidnapping. I let out a sigh but still didn’t make a move to call the police or ambulance, the only way I was going to calm my nerves was to cook. 

Yes, perfect idea.

Cook your problems away.

Soon enough the teen woke up from his slumber just in time for a hot meal, where I could thank and explain the situation. This is so stupid. I am a thirty one year old woman and here I was acting from my feelings like a little high school girl. Baka.

“How do you like it? Is it good enough?” Asking the male with a small smile, he scratched the back of his head and nodded politely. Eagerly bouncing his head up and down. “I know this may seem strange, that I suddenly brought you back to my place. Please don’t take it the wrong way. You, you just reminded me of someone and...you can call your parents or police if you want to.” Bowing my head in shame, I felt my cheeks redden out of embarrassment.

“N-no it's fine. In fact you saved me back there, I would be in trouble right now if you didn’t save me. Not just from the police, but from my Mother but also my men-teacher. I’m not really supposed to be beating up villains.” His cheeks turned red as he admitted the truth but I laughed. It’s been awhile since I had company. It was nice really. “But I couldn’t stop myself, there were no heroes around and I was there. And my body is just...it…”

“It moved as if on instinct. Like you didn’t have to think but instantly reacted like you were meant to be there.” I finished the young aspiring heroes question while slurping up the noodles and soup in my bowl. He widened his eyes and nodded proudly and happily.

“Y-yeah! Exactly that. Say, were you a hero?” I laughed at his idea and nearly choked on my food. Me? A hero? Oh no, I did not like violence of any sort. Small or big. It wasn’t just in my nature. That’s why I am the way I am. Normal.

“Oh no, no, no. Someone really close to me would tell me stories of what it was like being a hero.” A proud grin itched my lips as I recalled the nights where I wouldn’t be able to sleep and would ask Toshinori to tell me what it was like. He’d hold me close and gush about the feeling. It almost made me want to be one, just to understand that thrill. That primal drive and instinct.

“Woah! Sugoi. He sounds like a great man.” Something sparkled behind his innocent doe eyes. I watched as he dug into the hot meal in front of him like he hadn’t eaten at all. It was hard to believe that an innocent kid like him had a dangerous and deadly power. 

“Yeah, the greatest.” I muttered under my breath and smiled. “What’s your name kiddo?” 

“Hmm…” The freckled kid quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and gave me a warm smile. “My hero name is Deku but my real name is Izuku Midoriya.” Izuku Midoriya huh? I’m gonna remember that. The boy who saved my life with a smile. I nodded and continued to eat my meal.

Midoriya and I chatted for a while, he told me about his aspirations and dreams of becoming the number one hero like All Might. He also showed me a notebook full of different heroes and their weaknesses and strengths, along with some of his friends from his school. He was going to be a fine hero. I thought as I listened intently into the things he was saying. So fiery and youthful. It really has been a long time since these walls heard another’s laughter and voice. I was grateful. He helped clean up and even stayed a little while longer just to talk with me. I’m pretty sure he could tell I was a lonely woman by the evidence of no other person living in the house. No photos. No other shoes. No mess. I felt kinda embarrassed but pushed those feelings aside.

“You know- I mean who’s this?” Midoriya suddenly questioned and held a picture frame of a old photo of me and Toshinori, in his original form and we were both smiling and happy. A sudden pain hit my chest at the sight. I’m sure I hid that photo. 

“Oh that…” I stared at the picture. It was our first official date where he took me out to a festival night as Toshinori and we decided to leave the mass crowd to go walk by the beach. I took the photo since I had a polaroid camera back then. We were both younger. “That’s just an old picture of a man I loved once.” Still loved. 

“Oh...what happened?”  Midoriya really seemed interested and intrigued which took me by surprise. When I was his age, I grimaced at the idea of romance finding it completely boring. Mind you, I was a late bloomer. My childish, naive and innocent ways of thinking still seeped in from time to time, even at this age. 

“Uh, it just didn’t work out. He wanted to follow another path that didn’t involve me in it.” Answering honestly, a few tears slid down my cheeks as the memory of the still adamant turmoil stung me once again. But I quickly wiped the tears away and politely took the photo off of the young boy to put it away.

“I’m sorry.” Midoriya apologised as if it were his fault. But I laughed and shook my head. He pouted his bottom lip as if he knew something was up, tears burning at the corners of his eyes. This kid was really emotional. He wiped his tears away with the back of his sleeve. “I just...I know someone that went through that.” Midoriya replied and I gave him a sympathetic smile, pulling him into my arms as a way to say, it’s not your fault. 

“It’s okay. It’s really okay. It’s not your fault.” He was strange. I thought and pulled away at the sound of someone knocking at the door. “That must be your teacher.” I piped up and watched as his eyes widened in shock. Attitude completely changed. I then turned to answer the door, because it would be rude  to leave a guest standing outside in the cold. 

“W-wait...there’s something I need to te-” Midoriya attempted to irk at me but it was too late, another familiar deep and silky smooth voice interrupted. My heart dropped at the sound. The sound I’ve been longing for, for years. I stood in shock as I saw the familiar mop of blonde hair although rough and messy, he still looked like the old him. I was lost for words and was in complete shock.

“I deeply apologise for my student’s behaviour. Please forgive him, it was my fault that I didn’t keep a closer eye on the young boy. I apologise for any inconvenience this may have caused. I am very very so-”

“T-toshinori..” I whispered just above my breath so that the male could hear, I watched his whole body tense and freeze on the spot. 

Fifteen years I waited for your return. 

Fifteen long and miserable years of dark days and happy days.

Fifteen years of trying to move on

Fifteen years of heartache.

All the emotions over the past years suddenly caught up to me in that single moment, rage, happiness, sorrow, anxiety, depression, loneliness, shock and frustration. It all swirled inside of me like a deep ache. My body felt completely exhausted as if the lack of sleep suddenly caught up. I gripped the door knob tightly in my hand as hot tears fell from my orbs one by one, timid and slow. 

Toshinori stayed bowing for a long time as if he was afraid to look up at me. Afraid to see me again after all these years. As if I had an affect on him? As if he still loved me? As if….Then our eyes locked. Brown and blue. It was like living a dream, a need that suddenly came back to life. But I didn’t expect for it to look like this. Both messy and worn out. 

I let my eyes delicately study his features as if breathing him for the first time and he did the same, licking me up with his eyes like it was the first time we met. Although the years might have not done me any good, it seemed as if Toshinori had gotten even hotter. Others might disagree but I didn’t really care what others thought. I drummed to my own beat. He had more stress lines but seemed a lot more buff even in his state like this. Like he’s been working out. The irises of blue were no longer as dark as they were fifteen years ago, they seemed lighter, more sky-like instead of staring into the pools to the ocean. Hair grown darker, no longer that kind of easy going blonde but now worn out and unhealthy. He seemed exhausted. Tired. Lonely and miserable. Or maybe I was making that up. Either way it felt real. I took a step closer to the male who didn’t dare to tear his watch away. Smile now dropped into a thin line. His clothes were still baggy on him but I didn’t mind. In fact, I missed it. I missed him so much.

Fifteen long years, I waited for you. 

And I should hate you. 

Hate you so much.

But, I can’t.

I should.

But love is funny like that.

I even set up a whole speech of what I would say to you if we ever met,  I would slap you, scream at you, give you a piece of my mind. Make you feel my pain and hurt. Make you suffer like I did. Just so you could understand how lonely I’ve been all these years. However, you didn’t seem that well put together. In fact you looked just as bad as me. You look as if you haven’t had a proper meal, a proper kiss, a proper love. These years haven’t been as great as you let on. I thought to myself as I took steady steps towards the man I gave my heart to a long time ago. His hands reached out to touch my face and touched me with so much tenderness, it felt as if he was afraid I would fall apart. Or fade. Or run. But I didn’t. Instead I jumped on  Toshinori and held him like he would crumble. My arms finally embracing and feeling the familiarity of his body. Even after all these years, we still fit like two perfect pieces of a puzzle.

He held me just as tight, burying himself into me and inhaled my scent just as I did his. 

I started to wail, my voice muffled by his clothes and shoulder. He heard me though. He felt it too. I felt it in the way he embraced me like Toshinori was forcing us to become one. I could feel his heartbeat against my own, fast yet finally complete.

After all these years.

[awesomeshadowedninja]

Katsuki Bakugo : I'm gonna kill you!

Me : Why is he so cute?

Friends : Umm...

Me : He is, see! *shows them*

Katsuki Bakugo: *Murderous glare, wide eyes and scrunched eyebrows with a sick and wide grin*

Friends: ....

[awesomeshadowedninja]

Infidelity (Katsuki Bakugo x Reader) Imagine

I was listening to the song River by Eminem and Ed Sheeran and thought of this. Katsuki Bakugou is my man but I I have a thing for broken boys. Anyways, enjoy.

Warnings - Explicit language, mentions of cheating. 

Content - You go home to Katsuki with a regretful decision and he doesn’t know how to feel. 

What did I do?

The girl looked in the mirror, eyes trailing over her once perfect smooth and tender skin now, marked with the burden of sin. Fingers hazily skimming over the bruises, pushing the fact that indeed it was real. Her choice was unable to take back. Her horrid decision. The red patches of what would have been love’s touch if only it was of her lover. No. Instead it was the burning lips of another’s. They trailed down and down and down. 

What did you do?

She brought her eyes to lock with the woman that stared back. A reflection of a venomous monster she swore she’d never be. Tears delicately fell yet they did not ease the regret that burned her fingers. They did not wash away the dull ache between her legs. They did not stop the  memories of Yesterday’s want and today’s crime. 

You fucking cheater.

There were no excuses for this. The woman clutched onto the sink, her body overtaken by the waves of nausea and felt suddenly weak. A subtle wail fell from her tainted lips that were once whispering sweet little things and now tasted like dirt. A filthy mouth that needed to be scrubbed. It wasn’t a haze like most would expect, no, she remembered it clear as day. Crystal clear. The way she helplessly begged for this, wanted it, needed it. 

Why does it hurt?

Her chest felt tight. Like a hand had reached into her body and clenched her heart, restricting the ability to breathe or stand. Like someone had stabbed thousands of long and thin pins into her heart, stabbing but not killing. Like the very essence of her honesty had been completely drained and thrown away. All that was left was a blank sheet. 

Leave, walk out that door!

She wished the voice was louder then. Before she bit into the forbidden fruit of a sinner. Before her heart and mind was pushed aside for the lust between her legs. They say that a woman’s greatest weapon is the thing between their legs, in fact she thought that too. But now, it was her greatest and most despicable weakness. Without a second word, she hurriedly threw her clothes on and ran. Ran back to the comforts of her home. Where she was supposed to be. Where she belonged. But now, it was all corrupted and destroyed. 

“Katsuki…” She called out in the emptiness of her home. The once yellow walls that brought a smile to her lips was a reminder of the dream she had now ruined. Silence greeted, the loud barking sound of a still love. “Katsuki-kun.” 

“Where were you? Why didn’t...you...answer...my...calls. I was...worried.” His face fell from that of anger, to confusion. He stared at his lover, her eyes swelled and red with a glimmer of something he hadn’t seen for a long time. His eyes cautiously took in her form and noticed red marks, everywhere. There was a limp to her walk as she took him into her arms so desperately. Then, he smelled it. Another man. Her sex. “What did you do?”

“I’m...I’m sorry....” She whimpered in the arms of the man she loved wholeheartedly, truly and honestly. Held him like he was going to fade into oblivion. “I’m...I’m...sorry.” Wailing with a guilty conscience, the woman inhaled the blonde man who stood awfully still. His touch seemed far. 

“Get off me.” Katsuki whispered with clenched fists. Oh, the man wanted to yell and scream, he wanted to kill. Genuinely kill. A demon hurling inside his stomach. Voices chanted over and over again, telling him to let it out. To blow. But it was the unfamiliar and new torture that came from his chest that left him frozen. “Let go of me.” Katsuki could smell it all over you. The smell of another man. He could feel the touch of another touching your body. The body he praised and adored and admired above everything else in his life. 

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care.” Katsuki couldn’t bring himself to say it, to admit the burning truth. Instead he wrapped his hands around the girl and pushed. Even with the knowledge of her infidelity, he couldn’t bear the thought of hurting her.

“Katsuki, p-please...It was...please, I love you.” You saw something snap inside Katsuki’s maroon red orbs and whimpered at the sight. He swung his hand up and you expected a harsh slap, at least, but no. He didn’t. Instead he dragged his palm over your soft skin, wiping the tears as if nothing had happened. 

I want to hurt you. I want to hurt you so fucking bad. The hero heard inside his head but they were drowned out by the thump of a broken heart. He had never felt this pain before. His body nearly succumbed to the cold chill that spread to the tips of his fingers that your skin could no longer warm. Flashes of your body pushed up against someone else bubbled inside his head. The idea of you calling out someone else’s name. The bitter truth of you needing someone else’s cock. 

Was it me? Was I not good enough? Did I do something? Although the young male knew it was your decision to committee such a crime, the majority of him still loved you dearly. That part drowned out all reason and instead it shattered his walls of confidence and self-esteem. 

“Get out.” Katsuki’s burning spirit of needing to be tough battled with the broken shell of an empty man, raging inside like fire and ice. Clashing with each other. An internal death match, he would call it. He would not fall for the tricks and lies of a lying woman. If she loved me, why?

“Katsuki...we….can settle this out...I fucked up okay. But I love you, I love you so fucking much-”

“Just get out.” 

She was taken aback, the desperate rasp sounded behind those words. The facade of a stoic expression suddenly crumbled as she saw tears begin to prickle and fall. In that moment, she realised the damage she’d cause. She saw into his eyes. Saw the raging turmoil behind those red and orange orbs. Saw the torture behind those narrowed orbs that use to fill with warmth at her smile. Now, cold and….shattered. She saw the broken walls of a once strong man, now, destroyed. 

“Please, just, just go.”

[awesomeshadowedninja]

The Sacrifice of a Hero (All Might x reader)

Hi guys, umm, I’ve really been engrossed and into my hero academy lately and OMG!! I love all of it! The character development is ON! It makes me cry and happy and excited and entertained and proud all at the same time. Never thought I would love another anime as much as Naruto (Og, RIP) But gawddd. Okay sorry, ignore this I’m just rambling about it now. 

Warnings: None.

Contents - All Might is still in love with you after 15 years and he still misses you. And yeh, I can’t describe it. Continue to read if you want. Okay baiii

All Might. The Symbol of Peace. The Pillar. The Number One Hero. That’s what everyone called him, acknowledged him for and it brought him pride and honour with a never ending smile. Everyone knew how strong and confident he was. The hero that saved everyone. The good hero who puts everyone else first. The hero that sacrificed himself till the end.

And in one day, one moment. It was all gone. 

He was nothing but the remnants of a past. The leftovers. He was now the ‘use to be’ hero. All Might needed to be protected because his body was weak and frail. Scrawny and bony. There was nothing left but the shadow of a true and powerful person. He was just, Toshinori Yagi.

But even then, in those insecurities, those dark moments and thoughts. It couldn’t compare to the regret and guilt of a life so far from what he’s walked. He could have been completely different. A normal man with a normal life, a normal goal that left him to rely on others for his safety and security. 

No, I cannot dwell on the past. The retired hero thought to himself as the sign of class of 1.A came into view. Sluggishly he opened the door and entered with a large smile, hiding away the doubts that he had a second ago. For the sake of these kids, these promising children, I will continue to smile. Of course they greeted him with a lot of enthusiasm, some more than others - Izuku Mirdoriya, who smiled at him adoringly. Today he decided to talk about the heavy side of becoming a hero. The sacrifice it took.

“As you all know, becoming the number hero that all of you students have the potential to be. Being number one has its faults.” The male’s blue irises scanned the room of all their wide eyed faces, even young Bakugo was paying attention to what he was saying. “Or no matter what hero you decide to be, there are consequences to this duty.” Staring directly at his successor, Toshinori felt a little bit of pity but continued to speak. “Now do any of you have ideas of what someone might have to sacrifice?” To his prediction, Lida was first to put his hand up and boom across the classroom to have permission to speak in which he granted.

“Time, All Might-sensei. We sacrifice time for training and becoming greater than the day before.” The blonde haired blue eyed teacher felt pride at the words and he nodded in acknowledgement but continued to listen to what the other’s had to say. Young Uraraka mentioned food, which made him laugh. Kirishima mentioned having passion for other things and manliness. So forth and so forth. This exercise was to cause the teens to realise the world they could be missing if they chose the road of a saviour, a protector. Wanted them to understand that not everything wasn’t bright and bushy. Wanted them to realise that the road of a warrior was challenging and difficult. But Izuku Midoriya, when he put his hand up, surprised All Might so much that it left him stunned.

“What did you have to sacrifice?” 

All Might, the great symbol of peace. The number one hero that brought ease to people’s minds as they slept soundlessly at night. Had to finally admit the truth. What did I have to sacrifice?  The question kept him up at night as he tried to sleep. He knew all too well of the answer. In fact, the answer to his question was as simple but as complicated as the word, life. 

He felt the intrigued gazes of his students, waiting for a reply, an answer. He assumed that they were expecting something goofy and stupid, perhaps a joke. But the truth is harsh and it hurts. Still pained him to this day. Out of everything, his ultimate sacrifice was…

“Love.” Toshinori didn’t expect the young students to understand but he knew they would react. They all oohed and instantly questioned who it was since all that was something no one knew about except for Gran Torino. All but a secret. But Toshinori didn’t want to tell the high school students so he brushed it off with a joke. “It was just a high school crush, nothing serious.” His booming laughter echoed through the walls of the classroom. So fake. So plastic. None could imagine the pain behind his words. 

Yes, Toshinori Yagi’s greatest sacrifice was letting her go. His greatest mistake, guilt and regret. The choice and burden of choosing to be the number one hero, to protect and save the world instead of the love of his life. To this day, his feelings never wavered, still burned with fiery passion.

How could he ever admit that she was his greatest weakness. The one thing he was prepared to follow, to leave his life as the symbol of peace to be just a normal guy living with the only woman that moved his heart. The only woman in his heart that he would have changed the past for. All Might knew if he could, he would have reversed time and chose you. 

How could he forget you.

The sweet innocent smile that danced on her lips when he cracked one of his goofy jokes, every time. The blush that gave your pale cheeks colour, the blush that only he could cause as he’d hold her hand and show even a little sign of affection.The way your soft but genuine laugh would warm his body that no one could ever make him feel. Lighting up his world. The way you accepted him so easily when showing his true self, didn’t look at him differently but treated him the same. Like a strong and capable man.

The woman that held his hands in the street when he was just Toshinori Yagi, ignoring the odd glances and glares of those around them. The woman that stayed up on nights ends waiting for his return just to make sure he was well fed and okay. 

You were forever and always imprinted in his mind. 

You held his body tight when he’d come home tired and exhausted, even the times when he’d bawl his eyes out because of the people he couldn’t save. You whispered your feelings to him everyday and night, so pure and genuine. You were like an angel, a woman that made lazy days so much better. That made him confident in both forms. That loved him endlessly. Truly. Honestly. And willfully.

He imagined his life with you if he wasn’t All Might. If he was just Toshinori Yagi. How he’d wake you up with a tender kiss and a smile, holding you firmly in his arms. With kids running around the house that were spitting images of you and him, calling you Mum and Dad. How he could have been a simple man with a loving family, that he would care for till the end of his days. 

But that dream, that hope, that could have been all crumbled away when he chose to spend the rest of his life being the number one hero. 

The day he left you with nothing but a note, saying he didn’t love you anymore. It was just a lie. But a lie that had to be. He remembered waking up in the middle of the night, packing his gears and then disappearing with the last of a lingering kiss on the cheek of your sleeping figure.

Yes, out of all the battles and challenges in his life. Leaving you was the nightmare that haunted his dreams for months. He gave you up because he knew that people would find out about you and they would come after you. He told himself it was to protect you. All Might told himself everyday to keep himself from running back to your arms, to your warm smile, your love. But deep down, Toshinori Yagi and All Might were just afraid of the happiness he could have had.

‘Yes, it was to protect you.’

That’s exactly what he said before he walked out the door, the day he chose his dream and duty over love. The burden of being the pillar for the rest of the world. That was his sacrifice. His sacrifice was you. 

The Sacrifice of a True Hero.