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BNHA Tokoyami x Reader: Antithetical

Summary: The age-old adage ‘opposites attract’ continues to run true. 

Requested by: @crazedauthor​  “How about Tokoyami having a crush on a really perky and cheerful person? Like, kinda opposite it him, but they think he's super cool.”

Warnings: (legit just fluff)

“Good morning, everyone!” 

Your voice rings through the common room like a cheerful bell, immediately garnering the attention of the few that are lounging drowsily. 

Including him. 

Your presence immediately has him alert and sitting upright on the couch, eyes blinking to shake the morning lag from his mind. Tokoyami’s shoulders square off a little wider despite himself, chest braced and proud in his seat. 

This is becoming embarrassing, a voice muses within the confines of his mind. His body reacts to you before his head has a chance to catch up and he’s not the only one to notice it. 

He notes Tsuyu’s curious stare, the way her dark eyes flit between your whirling figure in the kitchen and his own frozen body. Tokoyami clears his throat, opting to ignore his friend for the time being. She would never expose him to the others or make things difficult for him, but the mere fact that she knows has him on the edge of his seat. 

Gripping his mug tightly, he stands to his feet and breathes deeply before making his way towards the kitchen- towards you. 

His throat tightens when you look up at him through your lashes, eyes twinkling with ethereal beauty. 

“Morning, Tokoyami,” you smile and his breath catches. 

“Good morning,” he forces out, casting his gaze to the coffee you’d prepared. He swallows thickly, unsure as to what to say next. You’re standing directly in front of the sink and he doesn’t exactly want to lean over you to put his cup down. 

“Oh,” you breath, following his line of sight to the brew beside you. “Want another coffee?” 

He really does not. 

“I’m about to go sit outside for a bit and enjoy the morning freshness. I’d love it if you joined me?” 

On second thought, he could really go for another one. 

Tokoyami gapes at you for a long moment, and you cast him a wary smile lifting the coffee pot invitingly. 

“Sure,” he finally rasps. “I’m afraid I’m not exactly good company, though.” 

You take his mug from him to fill it, exhaling lightly at his words. He truly has no idea how addictive he is, the intensity of his gaze and the weight of his presence. When you look up at him again, your eyes are soft and clearly project an affection that makes his entire being freeze. 

“You,” you murmur, handing him his mug slowly, “are the first person I would choose to be in the company of out of everyone here, Tokoyami.” 

His throat grows dry at the way you say his name, low and deliberate. 

“Really?” He rasps. 

“Really.” You wink at him, brushing past him with a small smile. You glance over your shoulder as you make your way to the door, “coming?” 

Tokoyami forces himself to unglue his feet from the place you had left him. “Always.” 

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So, I’ve had a couple of questions on this and I’d like to clear it up. 

All my BNHA x Reader fics are gender neutral unless otherwise specified. What that means for the fics is just that there aren’t any specific gender pronouns used so that everyone can imagine themselves in the scenario. I like catering to everyone when given a request to write, that way everyone can get some hero/villain lovin in an all inclusive environment! 

However, when submitting a request where you would like the reader to have specific pronouns, that is totally fine too! Just make sure you mention it during your ask and I’ll be sure to write it the way you’d like! It’s your request after all!

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BNHA Midoryia x Reader: Introductions

Summary: ‘Meeting your boyfriend’s friends’ is the simpler description but ‘Meeting your boyfriend’s danger-seeking, foolhardy and explosive family’ is dead accurate. 

Request: @chamille-trash​ 👉🏽👈🏽 um, could you do a Deku x GN!reader where Deku is introducing his S/O to everyone in class 1-A, if you can’t make it GN that’s fine🥺

Warnings: It’s literal fluff. Swearing. Class 1A is highly fucking chaotic.

Just breathe. 

“It’ll be fine! Don’t be nervous!” Midoriya says cheerfully and it takes everything in you not to grimace at his advice. Instead, you cast a doubtful glance in his direction, admiring his toothy grin and rosy cheeks. 

“I don’t know,” you mutter dubiously, “this Kacchan guy is wigging me out a bit.” 

Midoriya startles, tripping over his own feet on flat ground. 

“Oh God” He rasps with wide eyes. You’ve both come to a full stop outside the entrance to the common room and you can’t help but squeak when he grabs your hand tightly. “His name isn’t Kacchan.” 

You raise an eyebrow, opening your mouth to question him. He couldn’t have mentioned this earlier? Before you manage the first word, he quickly intercedes with one of his infamous rambles. 

“I know it’s confusing and I’m so sorry and I’ll explain it later but if you call him that he will kill me-” 

“Hey!” You laugh, ensuring you have his attention before continuing. “It’s okay! The point of this is to introduce me to everyone. I’ll learn everyone’s names properly.” 

The green haired boy grins sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “Yeah, you’re right.” With a glance at the door he breathes deeply. “You ready?” 

You grimace at his words, your pulse suddenly picking up. “I guess it’s now or ne-” 

BOOM 

You’re sent backward when the door is literally blasted open with a force that rattles your teeth. Midoriya is behind you in an instant, preventing you from falling flat on your back. 

“Bakugo! You nearly killed her!” 

“Shut up, Barbie!” 

“Hey,” Midoriya murmurs worriedly, “are you okay?” 

“Yeah,” you rasp, eyes glued to the scene before you. There are so. many. people. The first to run towards you is a girl with pink skin and sparkling eyes, you recognise her to be the voice you had heard earlier. 

“I’m so sorry about this! Bakugo’s an idiot,” she exclaims as she scoops you from Midoriya’s arms and into her own for a bone-crushing hug. “I’m Mina! It’s so nice to meet you finally, we’ve heard so much about you!” 

When Mina finally sets you down, your body feels like jelly but your chest is warm with the excitable welcome you’ve received. A soft touch rests on your waist and you realise that Midoriya is standing beside you, facing the front with a concerned smile. 

He’s never been one to initiate any sort of affection out in the public eye, often too flustered by the thought to attempt it. It dawns on you that although they must drive him crazy, (yet to be confirmed), Midoriya loves these people and draws his confidence from theirs. 

Or it’s due to the very, very angry looking blonde making his way towards you. 

“Deku!” The boy’s voice is the same as the one you had heard earlier. He’s the one who had almost blown you up. You stand straighter, eyes narrowed as he comes to a stop a few inches before you. 

“This is your little partner, huh?” A crimson gaze observes you closely, but doesn’t address you. 

Little?! 

Before Midoriya can respond, you interject with a fake smile through gritted teeth. 

“I am!” You say cheerfully. “You must be Kacchan!” 

The boy in front of you literally chokes. 

“What did you just-” 

“Hi!” There’s a flash of red and Bakugo’s head is locked beneath a muscular arm in less than a second. Your eyes widen slightly at the character before you, his hair is such a bright shade of red it momentarily stuns you. Everything about this guy is made to stand out. 

“I’m Kirishima! It’s nice to meet you,” he smiles, flashing pointed teeth that are somehow completely non-threatening. 

“Don’t mind Bakugo, he’s always hella grumpy” another voice pipes up, yellow hair with a black streak coming into vision from behind the redhead.

Exhaling heavily, you turn to face your boyfriend, ignoring the shouts of protest and rage from the blonde. The number of people waiting to introduce themselves is overwhelming in itself and you need something to ground you. 

As though hearing your thoughts, Midoriya turns his emerald gaze to meet yours, a soft smile playing on the corners of his lips. “Lets get you inside.” 

Iida eventually took the reigns of the situation and organized an orderly way for everyone to be introduced without smothering you. 

You had the pleasure of meeting Ururaka and thanked her for being a supportive friend to Midoriya. 

Mineta was promptly drop kicked into the next room and locked in there upon his “introduction”. 

As you had finished your introductions, sitting comfortably beside your boyfriend and watching them all interact, you found yourself looking forward to getting to know them all further.

It’s easy to see why he loves them so much. It’s easy to love them. 

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Competition

Bakugo x Reader x Kirishima 

Summary: Loving someone is hard enough, but your best friend loving the same person is simply a nightmare. 

Request: @mcclown​ Request for Bakugo and Kirashima having eyes for the same person?

Warnings: Angst if you squint, swearing (duh)

Gender Neutral 

“Watch it, extra.” 

Your eyes widen as you watch your books scatter across the floor with a bang that echoed. The papers you had so carefully organized had been reduced to a mock confetti stream before you. 

“What the hell is your problem?” You snap, turning to face the student who had brushed shoulders with you like a wrecking ball. Spiky blonde hair and broad shoulders are the first indicators that this was going to be a shit morning. 

“You were in my way,” crimson eyes glare at you, narrowed and pooling with a calm fury. His mouth contorts to express his disdain upon observing the mess on the floor. “It’d pay to keep your shit in your bag and your hands to yourself.” 

“Of course,” you roll your eyes, taking a risky step forward. “Bakugo. Who else would be such an arrogant pri-” 

“Hey!” 

Both heads turn at the sound of Kirishima’s extra cheerful greeting. 

“Wait, what the fuck were you about to call me?” 

“Kirishima!” You smile, turning away from the perpetrator. Ruby eyes light up as they process your positive reception, Kirishima is a sucker for friendly affection. When you hang around a rage monster as often as he does, having someone return your greeting with equal enthusiasm becomes a social delicacy. 

“Don’t ignore me, you stupid-” 

“You still coming for boba this afternoon?” Sharp teeth make an appearance as the redhead flashes you a grin. 

“She’s coming with us?!”

“Of course!” You confirm, swooping all of your belongings into your arms as quickly as possible. With a grateful nod towards Kirishima, you take the papers he had helped you pick up and check your watch. 

“Fuck,” you curse, “I’m going to be late to the study period. I’ll see you later!” 

“Yeah!” Kirishima smiles, rubbing the back of his neck as you run down the hallway. 

“What the fuck, Shitty Hair?” 

Kirishima turns to face his best friend, swallowing carefully at the startling anger before him. He should be used to it at this point, really. 

“What’s wrong, Bakugo?” Play it cool, play it innocent. It’s never really worked for the redhead, but he’s decided it’s better to attempt that than take a straight forward approach with someone who literally explodes. 

“Why the hell did you invite them?” 

Kirishima shrugs, preparing his response before he is startled into silence. Bakugo was mad, sure. He always is. That’s never been anything new to the red-haired youngster. What is new is the fact that despite the usual scowl on his friend’s face, there’s also a deep blush scattered across his cheeks. 

“Are you-” Kirishima pauses to search for a delicate way to ask the question. “Bakugo, are you blushing?” 

“WHAT?” 

“Never mind!” He quickly amends in an attempt to prevent a pummeling. He clearly must have misread the situation, it wouldn’t be the first time. Bakugo isn’t exactly forthcoming when it comes to expressing any emotion other than pure rage and murderous intentions. 

“I just,” he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, casting his gaze to the floor beside them. “I really like them, so I thought it would be a good idea. If it’s just me and them then it’s really awkward, but if you’re there it’s not so obvious.” 

Bakugo was silent, turning his gaze from the boy next to him to look down the hallway where you had gone. Of course, Kirishima liked you. Who wouldn’t? You’re a strong individual, capable, and intelligent in all the ways that someone would crave. Shitty Hair couldn’t help but have a thing for you.  

Besides, only someone worthy could catch Bakugo’s attention- which would mean you’d have to be a divine creature in the eyes of the other extras around the school. 

“Whatever,” Bakugo finally spits- although with considerably less venom in his tone. “Just don’t expect me to be your wingman.” 

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Although he hates to admit it, Bakugo’s mind is elsewhere. 

Kirishima chatters nervously, voice turning to garbled garbage upon reaching the explosive boy’s ears. He’d tune him out if he could, though he didn’t want to run the risk of missing your entrance and looking like a damned idiot in front of you. 

Why is he so caught up on the fact that the red haired idiot has a crush on you? 

These feelings are beneath him and he scoffs aloud at that fact, surely you aren’t so brilliant that you’d make a dent in his concentration. 

“Hey, hey, she’s here!” 

Against his will, his head snaps upwards and immediately that crimson gaze turns towards the entrance to fall upon you. 

“Hey,” your greeting is almost choked by the intensity from Bakugo’s stare. 

Why is he looking at you like that? 

You swallow lightly, ignoring the way your heart flips nervously. You’d never seen that look on him before, there was no anger in the way he’s watching you. Frustration, maybe, but not directed at you. Too quickly, he’s collected his thoughts and the scowl returns to his face. 

“Hey!” Kirishima pipes, standing in his seat to wave you over. 

“They can see us, dumbass,” Bakugo rolls his eyes. “Sit down.” 

Ignoring him completely, Kirishima gestures to the seat opposite of the duo in the booth. You smile lightly, mood instantly uplifted by the cheerful demeanour the redhead presents. 

“How’s it going?” You ask as you take your seat, shifting to sit in front of Kirishima rather than Bakugo. 

“Oh, great! Went to the gym after school so a little sore but in a good way,” he laughs nervously. As you both continued to exchange stories of your day, Kirishima could almost forget the fact that his temperamental friend was even there.

He was uncharacteristically silent, no quips and no insults being thrown down range almost made Red nervous. Surely if he wanted any part of this he would interject, he reasons with himself. 

Casting a subtle glance to the blonde beside him, Kirishima is surprised to see that you are the point of interest. He’s just watching you. Sure he looks bored and as though he could think of a hundred better places to be... but he only had eyes for you. 

Maybe that blush Kirishima had spotted wasn’t a misunderstanding as he suspected. Did Bakugo like you? His heart stutters at the thought, surely not. But with another look at where his crimson eyes are set, the concept begins to sound more and more reasonable. 

How is he meant to compete against the top hero in the class? Kirishima feels his stomach drop, there’s no way he’s enough to ever compare against Bakugo. He is skilled, strong and determined. Naturally blessed with a quirk that he’s utilised to it’s fullest potential and only growing more powerful everyday. He’s as manly as they come. 

“No way,” you laugh. “You’re so strong you’d kick my ass if we had a gym session together.” 

Kirishima returns to the conversation, trying to swallow the sense of impending dread creeping in, “whaaat? No way! You’d definitely hold your own in there!”

“Kirishima,” you deadpan playfully, “I’ve seen you lift. It’s crazy impressive!” 

Bakugo watches the boy flush a deep red that rivals the colour of his hair. Holding back a disgusted scoff at the conversation, he turns his gaze to stare aimlessly out the window. 

Of course you like Kirishima. He is charming, says all the right things and doesn’t challenge you. That’s not Bakugo. There’s no way he’d bend over backwards for something as insignificant as a stupid crush. He doesn’t need you in his life, he argues with himself. 

He hates the sound of your laugh. He hates the fact that it’s not him that’s making you giggle like an idiot. If he were to try, surely he’d be able to win you over. He’s strong, he’s powerful and he’s the best there is. 

Though, as his gaze returns to you, he can’t help but wonder if you could ever be so at ease with him. So comfortable. Kirishima has that effect on people, the ability to win them over with a simply grin with those stupid shark teeth. 

He doesn’t need you. He doesn’t need him. He doesn’t need anyone but himself. 

He doesn’t care, he tells himself. Not about you, not about anyone. 

“Hey, Bakugo!” Kirishima says, raising the drink menu towards him with a careful smile. “They got so many drinks here, you’re bound to like one of them, right? What do you want?”

You freeze when crimson eyes meet your own, his voice low and directed only towards you. 

“I don’t care.” 

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A few questions. Do you want us to provide scenarios or is it okay to be vague? Also, do you mean you write for all characters of class 1-A and beyond or only the characters you put in the tags of your first post?

Hey! Thanks for dropping by, as for the questions

1. I'm happy for you to send in whatever you'd like detailled or vague. Obviously if its vague it might drift from what you're aiming for but if you just want something loosely around that concept it's totally cool!

2. I'll write ALL of the characters, class 1-A and beyond. I'm not a huge fan of writing for shigoraki (although I'll still write for him begrudgingly) and I WON'T write for Stain or All for One.

Hope that answered your questions 😊

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