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armin’s expressions in official art are just so

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𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

~ inumaki toge // fushiguro megumi ; jujutsu kaisen

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : at night, you and your sorcerer friend take shelter in an inn room to take care of each other’s wounds

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, fluff, mentions of blood and injuries, making out, a bit suggestive maybe ?? (i’m still tagging it as fluff)

- gumi’s part: 'it’s complicated' friends to lovers, he tends to your wounds

- toge’s part : toge’s aware of your crush on him, you feel cursed energy through his kisses, onigiri ingredients in japanese, he uses harmless words at the very end, also uses cursed speech on you in the last sentence lol, you tend to his wounds

‧₊˚ a / n : wasn’t intending on posting this but anyways, this shots turned out kinda cute so, would’ve been sad to keep them to myself, also putting them together because both follow the same scenario and have many similarities

the reader feeling toge’s cursed speech was largely inspired by this 🫶🏻

also don’t question the fact that they’re in an inn room instead of the infirmary or smth okay just go with the flow bye 😭

• 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

You and Megumi somehow managed to check in the room without much questioning. Entering an inn late at night looking like you just got beat up was definitely something that would raise the front desk lady’s eyebrows, but you figured you had just gotten lucky.

You closed your eyes and sighed, Megumi’s footsteps came closer. You were sitting in the kitchen counter, knees apart from each other so Megumi could stand in between and attend to your wounds just like you had done before with his. His fingers lifted your chin up so he could see better under the room’s dim light. He pressed an alcohol drenched cotton ball lightly over your left eyebrow, making you jolt.

“Ouch!”

“Sorry” he mumbled “I’m almost done.”

Your eyelids opened slowly, finding him close to you, his dark eyes fixed on your wound. You studied his face in the meantime, long lashes contrasting with his pale clear skin, yet blending with his black irises.

“Can’t believe after all this time of being friends we just had our first mission together.”

“I’m guessing Gojo wasn’t sure of what would work well for us”

“That’s not what I mean, I mean we did great!”

He scoffed in slight amusement.

“Yeah, I knew we would”

“You mean you knew because I kicked your ass the last time we sparred?” a cheeky smile appeared on your face.

“As far as I remember, I was declared the winner” he raised an eyebrow

“Small details, truthfully it was a tie.”

“Right…” Megumi decided to cut the conversation, focusing more on wiping dry blood from your skin.

Finally he exhaled, his hand moved away, examining your face carefully. A soft frown appeared on his face as his eyes fell on your lips.

“Did you cut your lip?”

“Oh? Not that I’m aware of, it doesn’t hurt.”

“It’s bloody.”

Megumi’s fingers on your chin tensed up, sliding the cotton ball over your lip and then discarding it. He tilted your head to the right, blinking and squinting. With the same hand he was holding your jaw, he swiped his thumb over the lower lip.

With widened eyes you stared at him, alarm bells suddenly going off in your head and your irregular breathing hitting his skin, his gaze fixed on the way your soft lip molded under his fingertip. Tangled thoughts raced in your head, trying to figure out the sudden change in the atmosphere and the accelerating pace of your beating heart.

“It’s not wounded” Megumi’s voice was barely audible and you noticed the way his body had just gotten as stiff as yours, probably gaining awareness of the context you were both were surrounded by: him in between your thighs, under the cover of dim lightning and the silence of the night, being the closest to one another you had ever been.

Dark eyes wandered over your mouth, following his thumb as it now slid to the other side. Hesitantly, he moved even closer until his lips hovered over yours. The anticipation that filled the room made sure to cut off both your breathing and his. But then, Megumi closed the distance between your mouths, lashes lowering and hidden feelings bursting out into the open. Megumi’s kiss was soft, and you made sure to reciprocate slowly, easing into the unknown sensation of kissing him.

When the kiss stopped he remained still. Your shaky hands slid up his shirt, fingertips grasping the fabric to keep him in place for as long as the sweet burning sensation sat on your guts. You weren't sure of what came over yourself, maybe it was the curiosity of having him as more than a friend. Maybe it was the thoughts that had constantly whispered at the back of your head how attractive you thought he was, the thoughts you had made sure to ignore and so you never acted on them. Maybe it was the thrill of crumbling his aloof and distant demeanor in between your hands.

Maybe it had been all of those things together, but you slightly and eagerly nudged your nose against his. And so he kissed you again, with a deep sigh of surrender and his hands roaming up your thighs. The sounds of kissing filled the kitchen, your tongue sliding across his tongue, his hungry mouth now fighting against your, your fists pulling from his shirt. His fingers squeezed your skin, a breathy exhale left your throat almost becoming a soft whine.

Megumi’s hands then settled on your hips, until he suddenly stopped, freezing in place and then pulling away from you to search for your eyes. You stared back in a bit of a daze.

“What…” the black haired sorcerer tried to form a coherent sentence, but it seemed like his brain for once wasn’t cooperating.

“I…” you cleared your throat, blinking a couple of times “I don’t know.”

He swallowed, trying to find words once again.

“Listen, I…”

“It’s okay” nervously you tightened your grip on his shirt, now anxious of letting him go “we don’t have to talk about this today or tomorrow. We can just… forget it happened.”

Slowly, Megumi nodded.

“We can just let it be… for tonight.”

“Yeah” you pulled him close again, his body relaxed as he followed your movement and searched for your lips once more.

“Yeah, just for tonight…”

• 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄

Toge’s eyes followed you around as you picked and discarded objects from the first aid kit. At first he was annoyed at how much you had insisted on taking care of the wounds your last fight had inflicted, but at a certain point he had stopped complaining and just… stared. Now, you knew Toge wasn’t one to say much, because he couldn’t, but even when he didn’t say actual normal words he also wasn’t one to shut up. There was always some 'okaka's and 'tuna's and he would gesticulate here and there, he just had to let you know his opinion on absolutely everything. But now… he was absolutely silent.

You walked over to the kitchen counter, where he had sat down begrudgingly and now he was just lazily waiting.

“Bend over a little, will you?” you sighed, wet cotton in your hand.

His lavender eyes stared curiously, but he did as you asked and moved closer so you could reach for his face. There was a bloody scrape right next to his brow, product of a bad landing during the fight with the curse. You held your breath to gain courage and put aside your romantic feelings for the boy, then reached to cup his cheek with your left hand in order to keep him steady and started cleaning the almost dry blood.

He winced, a pitiful expression appeared on your face.

“Sorry” your voice softened “I’ll be finished soon, don’t worry, this is the last one.”

You expected him to say something, he would’ve usually just muttered a 'shake' or something, and yet he didn’t. When you were finally done you sighed once again, lowering your hands and grasping the edge of the counter.

“Alright, that’s it, why aren’t you speaking to me?” Toge raised a brow, as if your question was ridiculous to him “don’t look at me like that, you know what I mean.”

He pressed his lips against each other and then shrugged.

“Are you mad at me?” your brows almost touched, his eyes widened.

“Okaka” he immediately shook his head.

“Oh, so now you’re talking” he snorted, finally letting a small smile shine through “there’s something off, I can tell…”

He bit his lip and shrugged again, this time pointing to his head with his index.

“Thinking?”

“Shake”

“About what?”

His eyes seemed to shine in a peculiar way, trying to hold back a smirk. It was almost as if he had been waiting for you to ask that question for a while. Toge pointed at you, made a small heart with his index and thumb, and then pointed at himself. You blinked about twice, blankly.

“You’re thinking… about you and me?”

He squinted and motioned 'more less', then repeated the previous gesture: you, heart, him.

“You’re thinking…” you heart him. Suddenly your eyes widened, a blush rapidly crept up your face “you’re thinking i like you?”

Toge then grinned and nodded enthusiastically.

“Huh” you exhaled nervously, eyes shying away from him “right when i thought i was the best at understanding you seems like i still don’t get what is going on inside that head of yours.”

He chuckled, his right hand searched for his phone in his pocket and then quickly typed something up in the notes app. You just expectantly watched him as he conveyed his thoughts into written words.

“I’m not thinking you like me, i’m thinking i know you like me”

“Narcissistic much?” you quirked one of your eyebrows and he snorted “what makes you think that?”

“Just the way you look at me, and the way you act around me. Panda had pointed it out before but i’m just now thinking maybe he was right”

“I treat you just like all of my other friends!” you looked up at his eyes again, this time in defiance, but he tilted his head, raising his brows in disbelief “alright then, what have i done with you that i wouldn’t have done with anyone else?”

With a smile, Toge rubbed his cheek and then placed his index right on top of yours.

“Blushing?”

“Shake”

“You’re insinuating that I have romantic feelings for you, of course i’m gonna be embarrassed!”

Rolling his eyes, he nodded. Then, he cupped your left cheek, raising your face towards his and supporting your chin with his ring finger and pinky. You frowned, quickly catching up with the fact that he was holding your face in the same way you had done just moments before.

“… I was just taking care of you…” your whisper worsened your blush.

“always”

He chuckled at your shocked expression, the sound waves of his harmless words making you shiver. It wasn’t everyday that he’d risk speaking normally.

“… well, yes, i care for you”

“a lot” you bit your lip, there was no denying that, so you swallowed your nerves and looked away, he snickered “you’re cute”

Once again the surprise froze you, the power in his voice making your body tremble, what he had said made a sweet nervous feeling flutter around your stomach. He leaned in, you held your breath. Toge placed a lovely kiss on your lips, and you delicately but firmly kissed him back, the sliding of his lips on yours enticing and elating. A soft wave of cursed energy flowed through your mouth, but the moment he slid his tongue on your lower lip and you opened your mouth it rose in intensity. You had to cling from his shirt to keep yourself steady, the moment his marked tongue brushed against yours a sharp wave of electricity ran down your throat, pulling a whimper out from your vocal chords.

He pulled back to look at you and you panicked, embarrassed.

“I’m- oh god i’m so sorry!” your face was burning red at that point “it’s just that- i can feel your cursed energy.”

His eyes widened with surprise and worry, hopping off the counter his hands grabbed your shoulders.

“Takana?!”

“I’m fine! I’m totally fine” cupping his face you tried to comfort him, and it worked, he relaxed, but you pulled him closer again, your noses brushing “it felt… really nice…”

You lips searched for his, Toge smirked in amusement to your reaction, but he complied. So slowly, he kissed you again. The feeling of his energy running trough you seemed to make the blood in your veins rush in bliss, pulling sounds from the depths of your chest. Suddenly his hand slithered to the back of your head and he deepened the kiss, the mark on his tongue making contact with yours and making you gasp and jolt against his body. Toge giggled, but caught you in his arms, resting his back on the counter.

“Come on Toge, won’t you have mercy on me?” you complained, Toge shook his head slowly, and by the way he smiled you knew he was about to pull one of his stunts.

“Be louder” his lips immediately crashed back onto yours.

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After Hours

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki/Female Reader

Summary: It was a cloudy night with a light-hearted spirit in the air. The bleakness of the night was to soothe the souls of the diurnal creatures so that they could sleep peacefully through the night. It had been less than a month since Heights Alliance’s creation, and only a week since you all moved in. However, everyone seemed to be having no issues with the abrupt change of dorm life, except for you. Following a week of living together, Shoto notices your change in behavior, particularly your extroversion at night.

Word Count: 2963 words

My Hero Academia Masterlist

It was a cloudy night with a light-hearted spirit in the air. Decaying clouds eroded the vibrancy of the earlier sun into a milky darkness that stared back at you; littered with twinkling stars as they glowed in the obsidian sky. The bleakness of the night was to soothe the souls of the diurnal creatures so that they could sleep peacefully through the night. Despite that, the amber lights of Heights Alliance kept themselves active on this young night.

It had been less than a month since the dorm’s creation, and only a week since you all moved in. Despite only being created a short time ago the dorm was lively, and it seemed all the first years were adapting to the dorm lifestyle fairly quickly. Your class had already integrated a system where one group cooks some days and the other cleans those days.

Every corner inside the building was buzzing with activity. Dinner had come to an end at around 9 pm, and the class was now off doing their own things. The group whose turn it was to do chores was washing the dishes and cleaning off the counters. Meanwhile, the ones who had cooked dinner indulged in their nightly activities. You had helped cook dinner so you were free of the burden of chores.

You didn’t have a particular activity to do, nor did you feel comfortable enough to lay in bed and try to get a lick of sleep. Due to this, you hung around the common area and merrily chatted with Mina and Tsuyu, what about was absent to sound. Unbeknownst to you, besides the slice of moonlight creeping on your relaxed form through the windows, a pair of heterochromia eyes quietly stared at you from across the commons.

Shoto has had his eyes on you since the start of the school year. It isn’t as creepy as it may sound. He has simply taken an interest in you, and wanted to be acquainted with you on a different level compared to his other classmates. He had also helped prepare dinner by chopping vegetables, which he admittedly had difficulty with. Therefore, he was free from the hassle of chores, unlike some others in the class. He was now hunkered down by himself in his bubble in the commons. His small group of friends was too busy to hang out with him before sleeping.

Straight after dinner, Iida announced he was about to shower and how he expected the area to be fully cleaned upon his return. Meanwhile, Midoriya and Uraraka were tasked with sweeping the porch together, alone. So he spent his free time reading in tranquility till he heard you laugh, rather loudly, at something Mina said, averting his attention to you. When he stared at you, the book on his lap was barely visible in his thoughts.

Again, it isn’t as creepy as it may sound. He has eyes for a reason, and he finds your appearance appealing. It’s rather disappointing that you never notice his lingering gazes. Shoto leaned back into the couch cushions and watched the room, separating his gaze from only you. Beside you, Mina and Tsuyu were Kirishima and Kaminari. The two of them were playing some game on their phones and they were rather loud and expressive about their enjoyment of the game.

In the kitchen, Sero and Jiro were both washing the dishes while Koda dried each dish off. Everyone else in the class was either in their dorms or getting ready for bed outside of the common area. In the background of this, was the giant window in the common area, showcasing a black hole of a sky. A glance at it could easily ensnare him. The eternal darkness of the sky brought a bucket of drowsiness upon Shoto. Reaching for his phone from the side table, he looks at the time to make sense of his tiredness. His phone read 9:30 PM.

Normally he would start making his way to bed, though something was keeping him up. He glanced up from his phone at you. Your posture looked slouchy as you slumped against Mina. Your eyes also looked as if you were in a haze as you lazily smiled at something Tsuyu said. Shoto thought he knew his classmates well. However, following a week of living with them all, he’s noticed various behaviors from each of them that he would have never anticipated from simply their school interactions.

Bakugou was an early bird, as an example of this. You were, for example, very extroverted at night, he noticed. Another thing was that you weren’t getting enough sleep. Your performance has lacked as of late, and he’s been wanting to talk to you about it like a caring friend would. However, an opportunity has not yet presented itself.

Shoto yawns into his fist. His body is telling him to sleep, but he will persist. He needs to present this observation to you. He didn’t want to sit around and have you torture your body again tonight. As he opens his eyes, he hears you softly laughing beside him. He swears the sound of your laughter sounded like poetry escaping your exquisite lips.

You leaned on your right foot. “Shoto. You tired?” you asked. You pulled your arms behind yourself. He hadn’t even noticed you leave your spot with Mina and Tsuyu. He took a glance over to where you had been and found that Mina and Tsuyu were no longer there. Kaminari and Kirishima remained nearby that spot however and showed no signs of moving anytime soon.

“_____,“ he addressed. He liked how it felt to say your first name. Shoto found it…exciting how you were both on a first-name basis. You weren’t on a first-name basis with any of the other guys in the class. This was a big development in your relationship he assumed.

“Are you going to bed?” He had hoped you would say yes, and that he was just making a big deal out of things and shouldn’t be as concerned.

You shrugged offhandedly. “Soon I guess. Not right now though. Tsu needs help braiding her hair, so Mina and I are gonna help her with that,” you explained.

That must be the reason Mina and Tsuyu were absent. He naively didn’t know why you were here with him if you were planning to go to Tsuyu’s dorm.

“Oh.“ He didn’t know what else to say. He did know what he wanted to say. He wanted to ask why you weren’t sleeping properly. Why were you always so extroverted at night when you were in desperate need of rest? How you’re always yawning when he mindlessly observes you in class.

Though he couldn’t bring himself to say these things. He didn’t want to hurt your feelings if he sounded aggressive. Or be too needy about your well-being when he isn’t even your boyfriend. So he sat in silence and left that as his response. Both of you stared in silence, waiting for the other to speak.

Realizing that Shoto had no more to say, you spoke. “I wanted to check up on you,” you said carefully as you walked from beside the couch and flopped onto the couch, beside him. In return, Shoto turned his body towards you, giving you his full attention. He places his long-forgotten book on the side table along with his phone.

You exhaled. Your shoulders were stiff. “And maybe ask you something,” you add. You nibbled on your bottom lip. “I just don’t know who else to ask but you. I don’t know why.”

He nods before adding, “I…may not be able to help.” His response brought a smile to your face. He always wanted to help somehow, and he did this all without noticing it. Whenever you talk to Shoto it always feels sincere. Perhaps that’s why you felt like speaking to him about this.

“Don’t worry, I don’t need help. Just a question,“ you stated. “Um, so - how do you feel about Heights Alliance so far?” you asked. You stared up at his face as you waited for him to respond, observing his handsome features.

His eyebrows were crunched up in thought, and his mixed-colored eyes squinted. Your question left him blank, so he responded with a simple response. “It’s a nice building. I like that my dorm is similar to my room back home.”

You nodded. “Tell me more.”

“It’s closer to the school campus. Meaning I can sleep longer knowing that it’s not far,“ he added to his previous response. You seemed to get closer and closer to him the more you asked him for another response to your question.

Because now your shoulder was grasping his, and your thighs touched. When you pushed for another answer, "And?” you spoke directly into his ear, unintentionally. Your voice sent an artic-like shiver down his spine.

His breath appeared visible as he shakily exhaled. “Living with you,” he said softly, “is also nice. The best part.” It felt like the entire room fell silent when those words left the crypts of his mind. Your eyes were expanded, and your face felt as if it would erupt lava. His words were ever so sweet.

You bit a piece of your lip, hiding a charmed smile. “You’re right. Your reasons are valid. I like living with you too.” Your eyes blossomed at him, but only for a second before you moved your startled eyes down at the ends of your shirt/nightgown. “Means we can hang out more, and become closer you know?” you mumbled.

He agreed. “Yeah.”

You abruptly stand up from the couch. “I’m happy you’re happy at Height’s Alliance,” you respond. Shoto doesn’t say anything. He couldn’t agree on what to say in response to your statement. Luckily you speak up so he doesn’t have to ponder. You turn on your heel. “Well, that’s all. We’ll talk later okay?”

Shoto’s face deteriorates into confusion. “…Later?

You don’t notice his confusion, however. Too busy trying not to burn from the inside out. "Yeah, later. I should hurry to Tsu’s dorm. Mina can’t braid for shit.” You used Mina and Tsuyu as a quick excuse for your haste exit. You begin to leave for the dorm rooms until you’re interrupted by the sound of Shoto’s tranquil voice calling you.

“_____, wait,” he called, making you stop in your tracks. You turn your head over your shoulder, making eye contact with him to let him know that he has your attention. He asks you, “did I help?" His question makes you smile, but he doesn’t see because of the angle.

You turn to face the dorms, making him stare at your back. "You did. Thanks, Sho,” you say, before leaving him flushed in his spot at the sudden nickname, and then toward Tsuyu’s dorm.

“Shoto, you’re still awake?”

At the end of the hallway, the clock on the wall announced it to be 11:24 PM sharp. Sweet dreams were left for everyone as the night continued to embrace. After talking with Shoto in the common area, you hung out with Mina and Tsuyu until they both fell asleep.

With her arm around your shoulder, you carried a half-asleep Mina to her dorm before making your way toward yours. The hallways were quiet and eerie. You were soothed by the sound of everyone snoozing peacefully in their designated rooms. As you walked up to your door, you saw Shoto’s candy cane hair. He was sitting in front of your door, staring down at the book in his hands.

He looked up at the sound of your voice. His eyes were droopy, obviously tired. “_____. You told me you wanted to talk later so I was waiting for you,“ he stated.

You flinched. "Wait, you took that seriously?” He said that so casually that you didn’t know if he was serious or messing with you. You hoped he was teasing.

He stood up from the floor, placing his book between his arm and side. “No, I was kidding,” he said. This made you sigh in relief. You would have felt so terrible if you had made him stay up just because of your miscommunication.

You placed your hands on your hips. “Good. Well, Mina and Tsu are sound asleep. They were having a hard time getting used to sleeping alone and without their siblings.” As you pointed out his tired appearance, you asked, “Do you need help falling asleep?” However, he shook his head. 

“Not necessarily.” 

Not believing him, you asked again. “You look tired, Sho. We can talk in your dorm till you drowse off?” 

He persists and shrugs off your suggestion. “I would like that, but I don’t need help. Just a question,” he says, repeating almost word to word what you had said a few hours ago.

 You stood mindlessly. “Sure. That being?”

Shoto exhaled before speaking. “For the past week, I’ve watched you gradually lose your energy. I’ve sat around for too long, and I know I should have said something to you earlier about this. However, I was too nervous to bring it up. _____, I’m sorry for being negligent.”

“Shoto, wait,” you stop his heartfelt speech before he could continue, holding out your hand. You look down at the ground, bringing your hand back to your side. “Let’s talk about this in my dorm?”

He doesn’t respond to your suggestion for a moment before nodding his head in agreement. He had only seen your dorm when everyone else was showcasing their room. He hadn’t stepped inside that time.

Automatically when he stepped inside, he was engulfed by the smell of your perfume. He had become accustomed to the scent the more he hung out with you. It wasn’t as neat and clean as it was during that contest, indicating that you had straightened up your room beforehand.

However, despite his observations, your room wasn’t overly disorganized. Just a few clothes and papers on the floor. You guide him to your bed, issuing him to sit down, which he does. You hold your hands in a way to comfort yourself, attempting to figure out what to say. “Okay, so um, I think I know what this is about."

You stood in front of your bed, your left leg bouncing anxiously. You sigh, "It’s because I’m not sleeping well at night.” He nodded, placing his hands on his lap. “Do you need medication to sleep?” he asked.

Suggesting to you that he was willing to spend money for you. You shake your head, dismissing his suggestion. You let go of your other hand and use your dominant hand to rub your tired eyes. “Shoto, this is a big change for me. Living with you all,” you mutter.

“And it feels like everyone else is getting along well with the dorm thing, and I’m the only one being pissy about it. I don’t wanna wear everyone down with these thoughts, so I want to make sure everyone else is at least comfortable here, to the best of my abilities.”

He responds immediately without thinking. “I want to take care of you to the best of my ability.” His words make you feel as if the temperature of the room had risen and engulfed you. You looked away from him as you sat beside him on your bed.

Gray clouds swirled perfectly with the night sky. The moon’s beams of light seep through the cracks of the clouds. You could see this all perfectly through the window beside your bed. Seeing how the moonlight splashed on your face, Shoto could tell how bright the moonlight was tonight. As he did so, he broke the silence between you two.

“I know this is all different. But I’ll do my best to make you comfortable here. Since you care so deeply for our comfort, I want to try something.” You accept his invitation with a gentle yes. With that said he stands up from your bed. “Lay down under your blankets.” You do as he tells you, laying down on your back and then pulling your comforter half over your face.

Shoto begins to hover over you when you bring yourself into a position you find comfortable. You watch him with cozy eyes as he tucked your comforter under your mattress and proceeded to tuck you in bed deeply, like a baby. “My sister would sometimes do this when I was a kid. To make me feel safe at night” he said as he rolled his hand over the lumps that formed. You felt stiff under the blanket, not because Shoto is trying to suffocate you under these blankets, but because of his presence above you.

“How do you feel?” he asked once he was finished. He rested his right arm next to the side of your head, almost pinning you down. His hair covered his face due to the position. It amazed you how naive he was to this. You stared into his beautiful eyes, taking in his stunning face that was right above yours. You wanted to gently cradle the burn scar on the left side of his face but you resisted, and also because your arms are stuck under your blanket. You held your breath. “I feel safe,” you whisper. “Thank you for sharing this with me.”

He nodded briefly in response. “Do you want me to stay until you fall asleep?“ he asked. You would normally say no to consider his needs.

However, you allowed yourself to be selfish just for tonight. "Could you? Only for tonight, I promise.” He agreed. Your eyes and his were locked onto the others, and neither of you dared to look away or move from the embrace of the night.

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[dahbeez]

my love 🫶

Armin Arlert | 15th Commander of the Survey Corps

[dahbeez]

"Evening, Sho," you smile at your handsome boyfriend who creeps into the living room of your shared loft, wild bedhead peeking out from the duvet wrapped around his entire body. Shoto can barely walk with his burrito barrier but it doesn't stop him from inching his way towards you. More specifically, your lap.

"Oomph!" He plomps down onto your thighs, rubbing his face tiredly before letting his eyes close back down.

"Sho? You okay, babe? You're so sleepy today," your giggles break past the barriers of his sleep addled brain, confirming that he made the right choice coming out here.

"I didn't finish sleeping yet but you snuck away," he almost whines before letting his miserable morning attitude tease you. "I'm going back to sleep now, if you don't mind."

"Okay, baby," you chuckle, massaging his scalp gently to help aid his descent to Dreamworld. "Goodnight then."

"Mmh. Love you."

[dahbeez]

Heyy!! I sincerely love what you write and I would love to see what toge would do if y/n pretended like they don't understand what he's trying to say!!, It'd be a really fun reaction :D

WHAT?

you pretend to not understand inumaki >;( inumaki x gn!reader, pre-relationship, pouty inumaki

a/n ~ i'm so sorry i never got to this my love, this really was so cute though :( words ~ 943

inumaki is a massive baby. anytime he gets a scrape or bruise, you know he's going to whine and complain for days. not to mention when his throat is sore from a long day of missions, the second years will never hear the end of it. he loves to complain.

for a guy who can barely communicate verbally, inumaki loves to talk. he's always texting one of you or blowing up the group chat with gossip about the first years that literally none of you care about. poor yuta gets woken up at 2 am more often than not by inumaki's rambling. he just doesn't have the heart to mute the group chat, he misses you guys!!

since yuta has been away, you have been inumaki's primary companion. he texts you practically every hour of the day and definitely every day.

you were the perfect target for his ranting. you and inumaki were usually paired together for missions and training, and he had the biggest crush on you.

most days, he followed you around like a lost puppy, and, as maki often pointed out, you never stopped him. this may or may not be because you also had a crush on him, but you'd never admit that.

one day, you wake up late for training. not uncharacteristic of you, but you didn't make it a habit either. when you finally show up to training you're groggy and still half-asleep. everyone could tell you were still tired with the bags under your eyes, sloppily thrown on uniform, and constant yawning. inumaki must not have cared.

just like every morning, he's immediately on you(figuratively) and blabbering rice ball ingredients while simultaneously blowing up your phone. usually, you get the general idea of what he's saying, but this morning you just can't.

"what?" you say, staring at him blankly as if he had the ability to elaborate further. he rolls his eyes and returns your blank stare. "tuna," he says, pointing to his phone. "salmon cod roe." he then points to your phone. "ok, fine," you sigh, taking out your phone and reading his thesis on why nobara and maki are 'totally made for each other' as inumaki put it. you giggled at his seriousness over such a trivial topic. he was, no doubt, a hopeless romantic, how cute.

as you text him back and forth while exchanging glances here and there, you think about frustrated he was when you didn't get what he was saying. this made you wonder how he would react if you... messed with him a little.

your plan was simple. you just wanted to see how long you could go pretending to not understand him and how he would react. you decided to include the second years in your plan but kept the first years in the dark, per panda's request.

it didn't take inumaki long to figure out what you guys were doing, and he was having none of it. no matter how many times he points to something or someone and yells, "bonito flakes!" or "tuna!" you all just give him confused looks and ask him what he means.

after a while, inumaki goes and pouts on the couch in the common room and spams yuta with messages complaining about you guys. while inumaki is definitely playing it up for sympathy, he still feels isolated. suddenly, he's back to feeling like a little kid who didn't have any friends.

he puts his phone down and sighs. he knows yuta is asleep right now. fuck timezones, he thinks. he's alone. inumaki knows you guys are just messing with him, and he doesn't want to seem weak to you, so he just rolls over and pouts on his own.

sometime throughout the day, you had all lost track of inumaki. he just up and disappeared. you all texted him to ask where he was, but he didn't respond to any of you. you decided to all split up and look for inumaki. you were only teasing him, but if he wasn't begging for attention, then there was probably something wrong.

eventually, you find him laying on the couch in the common room, dozing off on his own. he was laying on his side facing the back of the couch. you thought he looked so lonely like that. inumaki was always joking around, it was hard to imagine him being so down like this.

he hears you walk up to him and kneel beside the couch, but he doesn't budge. he's trying to pretend he's asleep so he doesn't have to face you, but it's no use.

you gently wrap your arms around his curled-up body and rest your head on top of his. a blush slowly creeps up inumaki's face as he realizes what's happening. he's glad he's facing away from you.

"i'm sorry," you say quietly as you squeeze him a little tighter.

"it was my idea, and it was cute at first," you start. inumaki's eyes widen, still facing the couch, face fully flushed and heart racing. you were hugging him and calling him cute. he just might explode.

"but we took it too far. i'm really sorry toge." you sink your head lower as you start pulling away. you were going to leave him be now that you said your peace, but inumaki didn't really want that.

you try to pull away, but inumaki grips your arm wrapped around his front and says, "bonito flakes."

he wanted you to stay.

"ok," you whisper out, pulling him closer to the edge of the couch so you can hold him closer. "I'll stay."

you always understood exactly what he meant.

i'm the worst :(

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[dahbeez]

SLIGHT ANGST???? i was on the verge of TEARS. the way you wrote bakugou on the brink of death was so raw and heartbreaking, i could literally gush about how true to his character reading it felt for like an hour— the crippling realisation that he was dying and needed help, scraping together the last of his strength to scream for his friends, being conscious of the civilian who needed him to get up the entire time. and oh my gosh, when his screams started to die down into desperate cries if anyone could even hear him— i was (and still am, to be honest) in complete and utter SHAMBLES. thank you for giving us the ending we needed, felt like reader healed my heart at the same time </33 literally never been so happy for a little deus ex machina in my life but that scene will forever stick out in my brain as one of the best written interpretations of bakugou i’ve ever read

wow, thank you so much for your kind words !

i’m so happy that you enjoyed my writing, i wanted to represent Bakugo’s character as accurately as possible and i’m so glad you think i did well ! it’s really fun to write for him since his emotions are raw and honest. i’m happy i could do him justice.

i wasn’t expecting this kind of feedback, and i’m truly grateful for your appreciation of my writing !

have a wonderful day ! 🫶

[dahbeez]

pairing: dynamight x reader

warnings: gore, slight angst, feels, swearing.

word count: 2.4K

katsuki realized that he didn’t know what pain truly was until now, or at least he never really acknowledged how bad he was hurt before this very moment. but now, sprawled on the ground between pieces of broken walls and in the midst of this thick black smoke that pierced through his lungs, he felt powerless. the worst kind of pain, the tight hand of helplessness around his neck, squeezing harder every second that passed by. he felt like he couldn’t breathe, like he was choking on this feeling of despair and hopelessness. the blood loss didn’t have anything to do with his fear, it’s his pride that was wounded. per usual, he apprehended what others would think of him, bruised and broken, bathing in his blood. a pretty ugly sight for the number two hero, not mighty at all if you asked him.

he just knew that his legs were broken, and his back probably too. actually, he couldn’t feel a thing from his waist down. this alone made tears cloud his vermillion eye and an ugly sob made its way up his throat, staying stuck at the edge of his lips.

bakugo didn’t cry, he wouldn’t, no. he wasn’t weak, so he swallowed his tears and choked on his sobs. he could get up, he had too. the villain was probably still around, destroying more buildings, erasing more people from existence. it was his job to get up. deku would get up, he thought bitterly. so, katsuki had to stand, he couldn’t let the useless nerd beat him.

he had to get up. shitty hair and dunce face wouldn’t be able to handle everything on their own. they were probably lost without him. those extras wouldn’t know how to handle the situation, heck, they weren’t even part of the top 10. eyes shut tight, mind clouded with the thoughts of his… uh… friends, the number two hero realized once again how fucked he was. willing his legs to move, only to feel nothing, he let out a frustrated shout.

he still had to get up, he could faintly hear some dumb civilian under the rubbles, crying for help. it was his job to help them, whoever the stupid background character was, he had to save them. if only he could move. well, he was able with much efforts to tilt his head to the left. sadly, all he saw was thick black smoke and more pieces of the broken city. no sight of the civilian, only crimson red stains painting the canvas that was this war zone. blood, the red liquid was most likely coming from his own destroyed body.

part of him was glad he couldn’t feel the actual physical pain. he knew his legs were done for, his right arm was bent in a weird angle and the bone of his wrist was sticking out of his skin. his left eyelid was shut tight, bruised black and blue, his eye hopefully, but not likely, still in its socket. he was high on adrenaline, so high that he barely even felt anything pint pointing to his imminent death. he didn’t feel the cold and he didn’t see any irresistible bright light.

but he knew. he was drowsy, paralyzed and didn’t even have the energy to use his quirk. he wasn’t dumb, he knew his body and its limits, despite bragging that he didn’t have any. he had to get up, but he knew he wouldn’t. he was practically a messy pile of broken limbs soaked in blood. useless. dying.

so much for being a top hero, barely a few years in the business and a stupid group of first class villains had him on the brink of death. stupid, weak, useless, second place.

fuck off, he thought. fuck his pride, his ego, his little inner spirit that screamed insults directed at himself, telling him that he was pathetic. he needed help. it was a rare thought, actually, it was one of the first time that he genuinely admitted his weakness. but he needed to get up, and he can’t do that when he’s dead now, can he? plus, the dumb civilian was still whimpering in fear, somewhere stuck under a building. bakugo could barely hear them. their voice was too weak. maybe they were dying too, scared and alone, only having enough willpower to whisper desperate cries for help.

a small, weak smirk appeared on the blonde’s scowling face. he knew what to do. he was the best at everything, but there was one thing that he was the ultimate, indisputable best at.

screaming like a fucking banshee. hopefully his vocal chords weren’t as messed up as the rest of his body. and hopefully his shouts won’t bring the attention of villains on himself. hm. well, he was going to die anyways, at least now he could scream insults and tell the world to fuck off until his last breath.

so with a new fire ignited in his remaining eye, bakugo started to scream.

"DIE YOU FUCKING PIECE OF CRAP VILLAIN, I SWEAR I’LL FUCKING KILL YA’!" he started, coughing on the smoke, but kept shrieking like a mad man despite the strain on his voice. "OI, SHITTY HAIR, DUNCE FACE! YOU GONNA LEAVE ME LIKE THIS? FUCKING COME AND GET ME, I WANNA PUNCH YOUR DUMB FACES FOR LETTING THE VILLAIN ESCAPE! USELESS HEROES! FUCKING, SHITTY, USELESS PIECES OF CRAP!"

he kept shouting, screaming, cursing, making as much noise as he could. at one point he set off a small explosion, smirking when his quirk manifested itself and not getting discouraged so easily when said quirk stopped working as soon as it manifested. bakugo, giving up? ah! never heard of that one.

"OI! I’M HERE FOR FUCK’S SAKE, DON’T IGNORE ME, I’LL KILL YA’! I SWEAR YOU’LL DIE, I DON’T NEED MY FUCKING LEGS TO END YOU. C’MON SHITTY HAIR, YOU SCARED OR SOMETHING?" his voice boomed in the empty air. he would never admit it, but part of him was scared that shitty hair and dunce face, even that ugly raccoon eyes, were in the same situation as he was. helpless and broken. dead, maybe.

he was getting tired. he was losing blood, he couldn’t move and the smoke poisoned the air. hot tears started dripping down his right cheek despite using all his willpower to prevent them from doing so. desperation replaced cockiness. "o— oi, does anybody hear me?"

only the distant sounds of a fight answered him back. the other pros were busy putting a fight against the villains, he was all alone. even the civilian he had planned to save had gone quiet. bakugo bit his lip, knowing that he probably hadn’t gotten up in time to save just one more extra.

"p— please, is anyone here? i— i can’t move. i can’t move, please," he had gone from shouting to whimpering like a fucking bitch. he was bitter about the change of tone in his voice, but he couldn’t control it. his vision was fading, the sounds were getting harder to hear, he felt cold. extremely cold.

he stopped shouting and crying for help, he just stopped and laid on the ground, still. he looked around with his valid eye, everything was blurry and the whole city had caught on fire. everywhere he looked he saw destruction. the broken windows reflected the vigorous red flames, and in the midst of all the chaos, a silhouette appeared, running towards him. getting closer, and closer. katsuki didn’t know if it was a civilian, a hero, a medic or a fucking reaper. at this point, he didn’t even care, he was way too tired to care.

"kirishima?" he whispered, trading the hurtful words he called his best friend for his actual name. bakugo’s eyesight must’ve wronged him, the silhouette looked nothing like red riot and still, it was getting closer and closer. katsuki feared that he had lead a villain right to him with his relentless screaming.

his breath hitched, and this time it wasn’t from the amount of smoke he inhaled. like an angel, or maybe a messenger of death, your features appeared clearly to him. he wished you weren’t a villain, no one so beautiful deserved to work in the shadows. the concern on your face was the first thing he noticed and despite your beauty — and if he were to have enough strength, which wasn’t the case — he would’ve punched you for looking down on him with that frown on your face.

"dynamight?" you said gently, your voice soft, but laced with firmness. "can you hear me?"

he coughed and grimaced at the metallic taste of blood on his tongue. "’m’not fucking deaf, dumbass."

you smiled genuinely, relieved that the pro-hero could still talk. it seemed you had come right on time, you’re pretty sure that the hero wouldn’t have survived the next three minutes.

"i’m miracle, i assist pro-heroes and their sidekicks on most missions," you kept speaking, making him focus on your voice while you examined the extent of his wounds. he had taken a serious hit, which meant pain for both you and him. "lucky for you, i have a healing quirk. you should be good as new in a few seconds."

"stop fucking talking and do your fucking job," bakugo hid his relief with spiteful words. you paid them no mind, reaching your hands down for the familiar black leather belt you always had with you. it never served to keep your pants up. "o— oi, what are you undressing for, dumbass?"

you held back a laugh, a playful glint in your eyes. "don’t worry, dynamight. i always do dinner first, and you haven’t even asked me out yet," you winked and kneeled in front of him.

not wasting another second, you put the belt between your teeth, making sure it was in the right place before removing your gloves. bakugo watched you carefully, not sure of your next movements and still wary of your actions. what the fuck were you doing?

his questions were soon to be answered. you place a gentle hand on his forehead, your fingers immediately tinted red with his blood. your other hand rested on his left cheek and katsuki almost blushed under the layers of crimson liquid that covered his skin. your teeth clenched on the leather belt, but your eyes were speaking to him, asking him silently to relax and let go. trust me, your eyes said. and he had no other choice but to trust you, his life was literally in your hands.

a bright light emerged from your hands and immediately, katsuki felt a hot wave of heat go throughout his whole body. he felt it course through his veins, pumping the missing blood, regenerating the fading cells and stitching back together his open wounds.

you screamed, your jaw tight and your teeth biting hard on the black leather belt. it was obviously painful, extremely painful to you, and if it wasn’t for the pure relief of being saved after all, bakugo would’ve felt a pinch of guilt for making you suffer.

it took about thirty seconds that seemed to stretch into hours in your case. it hurt like a bitch, the tears falling down your cheeks and the scream of agony you let out were telltale signs of your pain. but it was worth it, because dynamight’s legs and back returned to their perfect health, the bone sticking out of his wrist went back in its place and his missing left eye returned from ashes. you gave his whole body a rebirth, and you kept your hands on his skin until the final scratches right under his jaw disappeared. only then, you let yourself fall to the ground next to him, exhausted.

katsuki took a deep breath, feeling his lungs expand smoothly without an ounce of pain in his chest. he slowly brought himself up, his body finally responding to his wishes. his eyes scanned his surroundings.

"you okay?" he mumbled, watching carefully as you took deep breaths to calm yourself and spit out the belt which had deep dent marks from how hard you had bitten on it. he couldn’t help but blush when he saw you raise your head and shoot him a genuine smile through your painful tears.

"i’m okay," you lied. "i’m glad i got here on time to help you, dynamight!"

"tch." he frowned, ears red. you were obviously not okay. your whole body was shaking in pain and you were sweating buckets. he also noticed your nose was leaking blood and your eyes seemed heavy with exhaustion.

"there’s an extra somewhere under the rubbles," he mumbled, raising to his feet now that he was fully healed and strangely energized. he had to admit that your hero name was suiting, your quirk was literally a miracle on earth.

you smiled tiredly. "don’t worry, dynamight. i came across him in my search for survivors. he only had minor injuries, unlike you."

katsuki was actually relieved that the reason the hurt civilian had gone silent was because he had been saved, not because he was dead. the hero then took notice of how most of his hero suit was shredded and bloody. definitely not a pretty sight, and his support weapons were all gone. thankfully, the sounds of the fight seemed to have died down, which hopefully meant a victory for the heroes.

he assessed the situation quickly, and made his decision. you looked up at him in shock when he suddenly and aggressively turned to you and hoisted you up on his shoulder.

"wha—"

"shut up, extra. you clearly can’t walk. i’ll take you back to the medics," he grumbled, avoiding your eyes as his cheeks turned even more red. you gaped at him, unsure of what to say to the flustered pro-hero. "also, if you say a word to anyone about how i was crying for help, i will kill you."

he then bent to grab your discarded belt and without another word started walking through the rubbles of a broken city, occasionally stopping to harshly redirect lost civilians back to where he knew all medics would be to treat the injured. you remained silent, too exhausted to utter another word.

his hold on you was firm yet comforting, making sure you would never fall out of his grasp. it made your lips rise again in a little smile and your eyelids slowly closed, surrendering to sleep.

when you wake up, you’ll be sure to tell him he owed you a date after all this.

[dahbeez]

x : BIRTHDAY WISHES ! :*+ﾟ

in which: you get your own surprise on todoroki shouto's birthday.

warnings: FLUFF! 1.8k words or so of it, reader gives deku the middle finger for funsies, BAD WRITING like when I SAY BAD I MEAN C-TIER AT BEST, shouto deserves better but i wanted to get this out in time for his birthday :(, kissing (oh my god... so scandalous), food cw

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TODOROKI WHO WILL ALWAYS BE #1 IN MY HEART. that's all i have to say, try to enjoy!

you're the first person to wish todoroki shouto happy birthday.

in fact, you've even taken the responsibility of driving to todoroki's residence, ringing his doorbell at exactly 11:55 pm, and greeting him with a sheepish grin when threw open the door a little too excitedly.

"hi," you whisper, holding three bags in two hands; one of them much smaller. it's thanks to the packaging that todoroki realises that it is cake, and the bakery-provided candles beside it are a given.

"hello," he greets back, stepping aside so he could let you into his toasty apartment (well- penthouse, really). "what brings you here?"

"you complaining?"

"not at all," the dual-quirk hero steps towards you to help rid you of your layers. he hangs your scarf and coat on the hanger by the entrance. "i'm just curious why you would sacrifice some much-needed rest for me."

"don't be ridiculous, shouto. it's what friends do."

friends. todoroki doesn't like the way that word sounds on your lips, especially when it's addressed to him.

before he can voice any of the distasteful feelings brewing within, you rush into his kitchen, exclaiming something along the lines of 'i'm almost out of time!' before leaving todoroki to dawdle after you. he does nothing but watch as you take the cake out of its box and stick a few candles in, lighting them with matches you brought yourself despite there being a six foot something tall matchstick right beside you.

your appearance is sudden, but not unwelcome. he likes how at home you seem, how normal it feels to have you beside him to celebrate another milestone of his life.

when you check your phone for the time, you exclaim a little in delight, noting that the time now read: 12:00, january 11.

"happy birthday, shouto!" you exclaim, clapping quietly out of excitement whilst todoroki looks at you with an affectionate smile. one that makes you melt a little, and you fear you'll soon be no better than the candles dripping their wax onto the icing of the cake.

"not gonna sing happy birthday for me?" he asks cheekily.

you scoff, a little embarrassed to sing in front of him alone. if it's anything that will deter todoroki, it'll be your singing. "ask one more time and i'll pack up and leave."

his low chuckle reverberates. "i wouldn't want you doing that." todoroki clasps his hands together, closing his eyes before blowing out the candles in one, swift breath.

"thank you, y/n," he says, sincerity lacing his tone. "it means a lot that you'd go out of your way to do this for me."

"of course," you say, handing him a classic, bakery-issued plastic knife. "anything to make your birthday memorable, shouto."

your sentence means a lot more to him than you'd think.

sharing cake with todoroki shouto at 12:04 am when you both had patrol in eight or so hours was not a point in life you'd ever anticipate being at. as you talk, you try your best to burn this moment into your memory, unsure of when you'd ever be this vulnerable with him again.

todoroki, on the other, non-existentialist hand, was comparing the sweetness of your laughter to the icing of the cake. a sound worthy of giving him another sugar rush, he concludes.

"i did beat everyone to wishing you a happy birthday, right?"

he hums in contemplation at your question, "most likely. let me check my messages."

as your dual-quirked friend fishes for his phone from his pocket, you try not to ogle at his beauty. it's unfair how good he looks, even under the harsh lighting of his kitchen, dressed in his silk pajamas that look irresistibly comfortable. from custom-installed tatami mats flooring every inch of his home to silk sleepwear, todoroki really adores snug things.

"fuyumi, natsuo, and midoriya all wished me happy birthday. midoriya texted at 12 exactly so i'm not too sure who won between you two," he informs you.

"midoriya, hm?" you mutter. "can i text him from your phone?"

"sure."

when he hands over his unlocked phone, you immediately click on the camera button, angling the device so it would be a selfie of you and todoroki. except you direct an unceremonious middle finger to the green-haired hero, sending the photo with the message 'beat you to it'.

"that was rude," todoroki teases, the small smile on his face telling you that he didn't mean any malice behind it. you give him back his phone, a small smirk on his face.

"he'll live," you joke. seriously, you've known midoriya way too long now to get petty over a middle finger. "i got you some presents."

"can i open them now?"

"yeah of course!" reaching for the bags at your feet, you present your first one to him which was, mostly, a gag gift that you couldn't resist buying when you saw it. some part of you genuinely hopes that he'll appreciate it though.

when peeking into the paper bag, todoroki's eyebrows crease in confusion, and it wasn't until he fished it out that his confusion turned into delight.

"where did you get this?" he asks, inspecting it as he holds in up in his arms.

"a local hero merch store!" you begin, unable to contain your giggles. "did you know that a recent toy campaign turned some of you guys into cats? it was so weird- i thought it was a little odd at least, but yours is adorable!"

seeing todoroki, the mystical, dreamy, and devastatingly handsome public figure of the century, hug the plush so innocently in his arms was giving you a rush of serotonin. the resemblance was uncanny too, the cat had a white base with a fair amount of red spots dotting it; kind of like a calico design but only with one colour. the best part was that the cat was seated in a perfect loaf position and if that wasn't todoroki shouto as a cat, you'd be lying to yourself.

unable to resist taking a picture, you're almost tempted to save it as a home screen because of how pure and wholesome he was.

just wait til 'people' magazine sees this photo of their undefeated 'sexiest man alive' recipient.

"isn't it cute?" you questioned, "i was almost tempted to buy one for myself."

"this is really fun to hug." for good measure, he squeezes it in his vice grip twice, grinning whilst doing so. you pretend to ignore the way his biceps flex, stretching his silk sleepwear.

"you should have seen bakugou and midoriya's. bakugou's was so funny, the manufacturer really captured his energy. midoriya's was also really cute- all three were just straight up adorable."

"was mine better than theirs?"

"of course, shouto. anyways, i just thought it'd be funny to give you, if you don't like it then-"

"-i do like it. you gave it to me."

this man is bad for your health. you had to pinch yourself to not scream from how charming he was. one sentence and you're practically gone- it's pathetic.

"okay!" you exclaim, trying to wave away how flustered your face felt from that one comment. "second and last gift!"

placing the cat plushie on the counter, todoroki accepts the gift bag you shove in his direction rather readily, furrowing his eyebrows once again as he goes to pull out the contents. does he know about his 'eyebrow' habit?

"you haven't decorated your place much since you moved in so," you begin justifying, feeling impatient, "i wanted to take the liberty of giving you a few things to decorate your home with."

four photo frames appear in his hands and he takes the time to study all of them carefully. they were all filled with photos of him with friends which you got printed.

you stand rooted to your spot with anxiety bubbling in your stomach at how he'll receive your idea. you hope he liked it - todoroki has never been one for sentimental or daring gifts so you hoped this one wasn't too out of the box.

at his silence, you begin to grow more apprehensive, walking over so you could look at the photos too. "there's more photos in the bag if you don't like the ones i chose-"

"-i love them. you're really thoughtful, y/n."

"am i?" you blabber.

"yeah. these are nice memories. this one of iida, midoriya and i at graduation is making me nostalgic," he mumbles, "but my favourite has to be this one."

todoroki shows you the picture in question and your heart stops beating for a moment. it's one of you and him together from when you went to go see the cherry blossoms bloom. uraraka took the photo if you remember correctly. it's one of your most loved photos.

"i really like this one of us," he comments, reading your thoughts. "i'm glad that i can have this in my house now. these frames are all nice additions, i didn't think i needed them. thank you, y/n, really."

he looks up at you with such fondness it almost has you throwing up, your heart ready to leap out of your chest and land straight in todoroki's hands to begin serenading him. you do, after all, owe singing him the 'happy birthday' song.

then, he unexpectedly stands up, somehow manoeuvring you so that your back was now pressed against the countertop with him hovering in front of you. your escape (not that you needed it) was now blocked by his overwhelming figure.

should you be terrified? because you are. delightfully so.

"there's one more gift i'd like to ask of you," begins todoroki shyly, leaning his hands on either side of you. "if you wouldn't mind."

you were going to explode. combust. erupt. literally detonate and paint his walls with a silly shade of love.

"a little selfish tonight, are we?" you tease, trying your best to keep your cool and- if he kept leaning in closer you were actually going to freak out so if he knew what's best for him he'd-

"can you blame me? it is my birthday after all."

"what do you need?"

the way his eyes glance down to your lips provides an immediate answer. you know he hears your breath hitch because this jester has the nerve to smirk despite the anticipation weighing down the atmosphere.

todoroki's face is millimetres away from yours when he suddenly pauses, his warm hand going to grab your face as he whispers an 'is this okay?' and your only sane response is to kiss him silly.

it's a gentle meeting of souls. not hurried or rushed, simply two humans trying to explore the other in ways deeper than anything physical. with the way todoroki's other hand roam from your waist to your hip, you can tell he is analysing how to support and hold you in the most gentle way possible, studying you like no other can.

with the same passion, your arms wrap around his neck, hand gently tugging at the hairs on the back of his head. the sensation makes him smile. his smile feels unreal against you and you suppose that this a luxury many won't get in their lifetime, not even you can recall how you got here. you just hope he understands how much adoration you have for him.

you want to uncover and understand more of the enigma that is todoroki shouto, but, as you separate from his embrace with the desire for air, you realise that you now have all the time in the world.

"you shouldn't be going home at this hour. it's dangerous," todoroki comments, briefly breaking the dreamy state of your mind.

you chuckle quietly. "i'm a full-fledged hero, shouto. danger should be scared of me," you boast, slightly unsure of how credible your statement is, but your confidence makes the dual-quirked hero smile.

"that's true, but still. won't you stay with me?"

after a faux moment of deliberation, you give in to his pleas with a nod, causing him to smile gently as he begins to lean in again.

before your lips could meet again, todoroki whispers something against them.

"birthday wishes do come true."

[dahbeez]

i just want hugs from this cutie 😣

where is all the cute fluffy armin fluff his tags are so ghetto rn i literally sobbed for like 30 minutes over some personal stuff and all i wanted is some cute comfort fluff from my blonde seashell boy but no all u mfs gotta be horny or weirdos 😒

[dahbeez]

𝚠𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛

⤷ feat. shoto todoroki

synopsis: it’s the little things he does that makes you fall in love with him. but unbeknownst to you, he’s falling for you too.

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warnings: fluff, a bit of swearing, mutual pining, best friend au

○ it’s the little things he does that makes you fall for him. the way that he always offers his jacket to you if it’s cold and you’re shivering to death. it’s the way he zips it up for you, and warms up your numb fingertips with his quirk that sends you flustered beyond belief.

○ it’s the little things you do that makes him fall for you. the way that you don’t treat him as endeavors son, the no. 2 pro hero. with you, he’s just shoto. not a todoroki, but himself, and it’s enough for you. he feels a small warmth in his heart after he hears that from you.

○ it’s the little things he does that makes you fall for him. the way he always, always thinks of you. ‘this reminded me of you, y/n.’ ‘i think you’d really like this.’ ‘i got us pumpkin cookies. why? well, because you said you wanted them a week ago.’ your cheeks heat up profusely after you hear what he says, but poor todoroki just thinks you’re sick.

○ it’s the little things that you do that makes him fall for you. the way he gets a second chance at reliving his childhood through you. it’s the way you drag him to pumpkin patches and halloween mazes, only to get scared and run away in a panic. it’s the way you ever do gently do his makeup, eyes crinkling in concentration, and his heart beats twice as fast from you being so close to him.

○ it’s the little things he does that make you fall of him. the way that when you’re watching scary movies and you get too scared, he’ll stay up with you just so you won’t have to be alone, and when the dorm rooms make scary sounds, he’ll turn on the lights so it’s less scary.

○ it’s the little things you do that make him fall in love with you. the way your eyes twinkle when the class chooses you two to go decorate the dorms because it’s so painfully oblivious that you like each other, but the only people who don’t realize it are you two. it’s the way you made him fall in love in october.

[dahbeez]

- Cuddly Muscles

Pairing: M. Izuku x reader

Warnings: none! Pure fluff!

Sum: Having a lovely cuddle session with your boyfriend's big muscles.

Tags: @izukuisbaby [tell me if it's to your liking]

Don't tell me he don't gonna have strong muscle cuz he gonna-

No one gonna tell me he ain't-

Most people might seem shocked at first but he ain't that frigial-looking boy who breaks his bones very easily anymore.

As the number one hero and the "symbol of peace," it's known to a hero to have strength, but that ain't only it, of course, only you would know.

Not only does his muscles come for show, but it's also very comforting and best needed whenever you just your boyfriend to share a cuddle session.

"Izuku." You hummed for the hundredth time as you popped your head over the couch, both hands on top as you perfectly copied a cat who's been staring at its owner for the past hours.

And you have.

It's been around three hours since your boyfriend came home from a day of work and the many stacks of additional paperwork he'd taken home to finish after an event-long week.

You don't mind waiting, but you aren't that patient anyway. You've been staring at the guy scribbling on paper and scrolling on his phone every now and then for the past time now, the same action has been making you bored to even watch.

The weather was, even more, hotter than the weekdays, even the AC that your boyfriend installed wasn't even to cool your body. Hence why you've been staring at your boyfriend. Hence why he's shirtless.

A moment of silence came after you're not so cheerful plea, waiting only a minute until he was shuffling with papers and stretching from his desk chair only to look at your pouted face resting on the head of the couch.

"Yeah?" He quirked a bow, giving one of the smiles that he came to give only to you and you only. He was practically glued to his desk and work. Telling you every five minutes that's he's almost done, but he did caught your desperate plea this time.

"Can we cuddle?" You pouted, tilting your head to side so it would rest on your forearm nicely. The question must have came off as a surprise, making the boy before you blink several times before opening his mouth to speak.

"Now? Like right now?" He looked back in question, taking a glance at his work and then back at you.

"Pleeease." You whined, practically begging for his attention to move from the huge stack of papers that's been slowly decreasing but not arriving at half yet. It's not like you didn't understand that he had a job and responsibilities.

You knew his job meant a lot. He saves the world and keeps it away from all chaos.

But you also wanted the other piece of your boyfriend that was yours. The boyfriend that would cuddle you when you have a stressful day and stay with you until you felt better to sleep in his strong arms, like today.

He sighed and nodded, sending you a smile before pushing his chair back and spinning to get out of his wooden cage and heading to one of his drawers as he spoke. "Uh, sure just let me grab a shirt-"

"You're fine." You replied, almost faster than light when he took a sharp turn from where he stood. You met with a shocked face, his mouth agape, looking for something to say in his defense but couldn't as you took his chance to.

"Just come over here..." Voice almost close to a whisper, your eyes remaining the same as you stared down at his vibrant green ones, fingers tapping the cloth impatiently. "Please."

And who was he to deny your request?

"Squishy..." You muttered as both your thumb and pointer finger grabbed piece of his shoulder flesh, pinching it gently a few times in a row, only to gain a giggle from your boyfriend and you returning it with a half tired smile.

"Baby, is everything okay?" A somewhat guilt washed over him as he asked, seeing that he practically ignored your pleas thinking that you'd wait like any other day.

But also because he's being the caring boyfriend he is.

"I just need a hug from my very strong boyfriend." Voice muffled as you found your nesting place in between his neck, wrapping your arms perfectly around his back, embracing him fully. "And his very strong muscles."

"If it's a hug you need, it's a hug you'll get." He gently squeezed your hips where his hands rested, bringing you closer to his body as his slowly massaged your back.

"I'm here whenever you need one."

©izueli. re-blogs are appreciated! Please don't re-post my work as your own on other platforms or translate! if you wanna be tagged please ask.

[dahbeez]

i love izuku and his shirts

- His Shirts

Paring: M. Izuku x Reader

Warning: None! Fluff.

Sum: I saw this pic on Pinterest and i had to make smth 😂😂😌

Tags: @izukuisbaby ,,, @justpeaxchy

Tbh i feel like he'd be picky whenever it came to shopping.

It's not like he'd go shopping 24/7 and actually take hours in all shops to get a shirt, like you. jkjkjk

So having a decent shirt that public wouldn't question too much was something he'd go for, clothes are clothes.

Public clothes at least-

Not him changing his hero costume whenever.

"Izuku no- okay wait-" You stuttered your words, your right hand raised in defense as you stared at your green-haired boyfriend that stood merely feet away from you, who froze in spot with his shirt in hand.

Your phone was held in you're left hand, your screen showing a Youtube video that was just uploaded from your favorite subscriber just so you can pass time more quickly as you were waiting for your boyfriend to finish getting dressed, totally understanding that he wanted to train a bit before your date.

You were about to like the video but your eyes took a quick glance to him, normally being awed by his muscles but another thing caught your eye.

"What's wrong?-" He finally broke out of his frozen state, his arms resting with his shirt in hand, giving you a confused look at your outburst.

"Your not going out...with that, right?" You tried to make it sound nice, pointing at the shirt as you spoke, now having Izuku with an addition expression of shock.

"What's wrong with my shirt?"

"Really?"

"Uh...yeah?-"

"Izuku," You inhaled, slipping your phone in your back pocket, "It's a shirt that says, 'T-shirt'", You directed your point. "And that's just one of many shirts you have that's like that."

"I love your shirts babe but," You sighed, finally moving from your spot and towards his drawers, truthfully you did like them, their all unique and you did tease him for it in the beginning, "Maybe wear something else?" You motioned your hand while speaking, confident that you'll find a decent shirt to match.

"Like what?" His voice was quiet— probably questioning whatever you were going to pick —as he walked to your side, shirtless.

"What's wrong with the shirt we bought last time we went out?" You asked, remembering that you both went to the mall and clearly bought a shirt for him since you thought it would look cute and it was his size, perfect-

"Too bright." He uttered, too quickly in your defense. "Yeah, and your smile isn't?" You answered back, completely ignoring the blush that approached his face as you dug back in his clothes.

"What about this one? Kaminari and guys got you this one." You spoke out mindlessly, pondering back at that one time all the guys in the class went on a 'guys night out'.

"Kacchan doesn't want me to-"

"Ugh!" You sighed ever so annoyingly heartedly, the boy flinching by your side and slowly backing away.

It took you a few minutes to search through his folded clothes and other attires that he got from previous festivities but all were mostly school branded or other.

"Aha!" You yelled in all glory finding a blue shirt that would match the already pants he was wearing, but your face quickly frowned as you saw Izuku's nose twisted as he backed away a little.

"What's wrong with it?" You asked, totally not prepared for the excuse he was going to say.

"Itchy..."

At this point, he wore his 'T-shirt'

©izueli. re-blogs are appreciated! Please don't re-post my work as your own on other platforms or translate! if you wanna be tagged please ask.

[dahbeez]

Just domestic [suggestive] fluff with so!Bakugou

Bakugou comes home late from patrol. He finds you in the bedroom, already in his t-shirt and a pair of panties cozied up in the bed on your phone, reading. Your dog snoozes beside you, not even bothering to get up to greet him. You can tell it’s been a hard day compounded by the fact that he didn’t get enough sleep the night before by the way he slumps over as he walks in.

Before even giving you a kiss, he sneers at the dog. “Can’t even say hello? Especially after waking me up at 3am to take a shit?”

The pup pops her head up, knowing she's being addressed. She looks at him down her nose before burrowing back into the covers beside you. You try not to giggle at the look of disbelief and almost hurt on his face.

“I took her out 10 minutes ago. Pooped and peed. She should sleep through the night,” you explain but Bakugou continues glaring at the dog as he begins to pull off his hero costume.

“She better not fucking wake me up again or we’re gonna have a problem.” His words hold no venom though as he chucks the dirty suit in the hamper.

You set your phone down and look up at him. “But what if I wake you up, hmm?” You ask cheekily, batting your lashes.

He smirks crookedly. “You already know what happens when you wake me up in the middle of the night.”

“And what’s that?” You pretend to play dumb, wanting to hear him describe it to you.

“You know,” he gestures to the bed. When you stare at him a beat too long, he looks genuinely confused. “The sex,” he deadpans.

You couldn’t help but burst out into a fit of giggles. He watches you for a moment, amused at the way you flop down and cover your face as you laugh harder than you had all day.

“What’s so funny?”

“You said ‘the sex’,” you gasp out between bouts of laughter before dissolving into giggles again. He chuckles and shakes his head at you as he comes over to your side of the bed. He leans over you, kissing your cheeks as you try to control yourself.

“I promise I will never say ‘let’s have the sex' before having sex with you. Except for right now 'cause I had to explain it.” Before you can laugh again, he kisses you deeply, covering your body with his own. As much as you enjoy the kiss, you playfully smack him on the butt, and he reluctantly pulls away.

"Shower first, stinky boy."

"Psssh. fine. I'll be back."

"For 'the sex'?"

"Maybe."

[dahbeez]

katsuki’s biggest pet peeves … are your naps

yes, you should be going to bed earlier and yes, he’s glad you’re getting rest!!

but you just DISAPPEAR!!

katsuki: so i told him to study his own notes!!!!!

katsuki: making dinner rn

katsuki: babe?

katsuki: i swear to god.

katsuki: u better b fucking lying rn

katsuki: DID U FALL ASLEEP

yes. yes you did, and he’s already made the trek (after his dinner, might as well eat at your place anyways) and he’s watching you all cozied up with soft breaths. you’re annoying, but you’re too cute.

he eats his broccoli and beef beside you quietly, and is engrossed in his science video on youtube (he likes watching shit explode!!) and then you’re mumbling …

“katsuki…” “hm?” “can i have some?”

and you’re wordlessly being fed broccoli beef and then falling back into the throes of slumber.

“get your own damn broccoli beef next time.”

and you’re not even awake to hear it.

[dahbeez]

★ 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕 | 𝒌𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒂 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ☆

this is genuinely purely, domestic fluff with a very soft kirishima. it's quite a simple post but it's definitely super wholesome . please enjoy~

☼︎ 1.6K WORDS - PURE FLUFF - MASTERLIST ☼︎

your shared apartment was not one of a considerable size. infact, some would go as far as to say it was impressively small. many of your close friends constantly question your ability to live in such a cramped space, never mind sharing it with somebody else (especially someone like kirishima). however, despite its inconveniences, size wasn't the reason you chose the apartment: it was the kitchen that won you over. it has smooth wooden counter tops and cabinets which compliment the warm light of golden hour immaculately. they are adorned with brass handles, ever so slightly chipped around the edges, only adding to the aesthetics. somehow, a small-scale island managed to squeeze itself in, and above it hang bare light bulbs connected to the ceiling by black cords. the overflowing greenery makes up for the original minimalistic design, immediately transforming the kitchen into something of a cozy cottage rather than an apartment overlooking the bustling city.

you admire the verdure you had so tediously grown and cared for, smiling to yourself as you remember how far they had come. you remember the time when they were only seeds, freshly sown by none other than yourself, and supervision from your dearest kirishima of course. you would balance upon the short, slightly unstable, wooden stepladder the two of you had found abandoned in the apartments' lobby. his hands resting on either side of your waist, ready to catch you if the stool were to give in. his love language is definitely physical touch; he will find any excuse to have his hands all over you. you remember vividly the pink hue which dusted on your cheeks as he began to rub circles onto your waist with his thumb and plant delicate kisses on any exposed skin he could find. gosh, merely the thought of it has you giggling and swinging your legs, your feet occasionally catching onto the supportive bar of the stool you perched on, you don't mind. it's unbelievable how this man has you completely wrapped around his finger, but then again, you wouldn't have it any other way.

"honey, i'm home~"

an all too familiar voice bounces off the walls and disturb your swoon-worthy thoughts; even a cheesy line like that from him has you all giddy. however, his voice sounded more monotone than usual, it could even be compared with the likes of aizawa, which wasn't a good sign. setting your warm mug of fresh herbal tea on the kitchen island, you hurriedly smooth out any wrinkles in your clothes before peaking your head around the corner to see a broad, muscular figure closing the front door.

"welcome home, ei! i missed you"

making your way towards him with your arms opened wide, he takes a step forward and presses you firmly against his chest and nuzzles his face deep in your hair. you feel soft vibrations against your scalp as he sighs, squeezing your waist a little tighter.

"hm? long day?"

all you get is a soft hum in response, signaling you to rub circles on his back, maybe even play with his hair a little. the two of you just stand there, enjoying the tight embrace you share. he finally pulls his face away to look at your face, almost immediately grinning once he set his eyes on you beautiful complexion.

"you're very pretty/handsome..."

he lifts a hand from your waist and uses it to tip your chin ever so slightly to be facing him, the perfect angle for him to press his busted lip against yours. his lips weren't nearly as soft as usual, with rough skin where his lip had split, but you didn't mind. your lips pull away from each other, allowing you to run your thumb over his bottom lip and kiss his forehead.

"i'll go run you a bath, you get yourself settled in, alright?"

no response. he hides his face again, this time in the crook of your neck. you can feel his chest rising and falling with the hand you had supporting his back.

"use your words, darling"

you tease him playfully, chuckling slightly to yourself, but you only to get a sorrowful pout in return. patting his back, you attempt to talk him into going over to the couch and waiting for you there.

minutes pass and you still haven't convinced kirishima to let go of you, so you simply walk to the bathroom with him practically attached to you at the waist. it took a while, but you got there in the end.

with one arm still wrapped around his back, you push open the wooden bathroom door to be greeted by a tiled room. the flooring is made up of simple white tiles, a few of them yellowing ever so slightly. the walls are lined with sage green tiles that have small gold accents on the bottom half, and painted white on the top half. similar to the kitchen, the bathroom also has a plentiful amount of vegetation. the windowsill is overflowing with greenery that you have been nurturing since the pair of you moved in. you let kirishima rest on the toilet seat and walk over to check up on them, gently pressing your finger on the soil to check the moisture. although he was dead on his feet, kirishima still had the energy to keep his eyes open, letting them rest of your figure which bent slightly over the plants so that you can see the rest of the pots that sit towards the back of the windowsill.

you prepare kirishima's change of clothes while the bath begins to fill up with warm water, the mirror hung above the sink beginning to steam up ever so slightly. only when the tub was around three quarters full did you stop the hot water and replace it with cold water to even out the most likely boiling temperature. you knew your boyfriend liked his baths hot, but you were always afraid he'd be damaging his skin or unconsciously burning himself, so you always make sure to add cold water, luckily, he was far too worn out to notice. all he wanted in that moment was you.

you wonder what he had been up to all day, what had made him so tired that he could barely stand on his own as soon as he got through the front door. bakugou probably had answers; you make a mental note to text him as soon as you got kirishima settled.

"come on, love. the bath is ready"

once you shut off the water, the calming dripping and splashing vacated your ears, leaving you both in complete silence . however, the silence wasn't loud, it was calming, peaceful, even reassuring. the two of you didn't need to talk to understand each other, you were far past that stage. you walk over to the shelf and collect a variety of bath oils, holding them in front of him and hoping he'd choose one. unfortunately, he isn't in the state to do so, so you chose for him.

helping him strip off his hero uniform, you hold his hand and guide him into the bath, making sure he doesn't slip on the wet tiling. he lowers himself down until he is sat with his legs stretched out and eyes closed. you were somehow fortunate to have quite a large bathtub, despite the apartment's size, so he had plenty of space to relax himself. you watched as his shoulders relaxed, his muscles suddenly seeming much less tense. you pull up a stool behind the bathtub, by his head, and start massaging his scalp, rubbing circles on his temples and occasionally planting soft kisses on his forehead. the silence stretches even further, and you both end up sitting in complete silence, only the sound of water moving against kirishima's body and his own breathing being heard.

"i'm sorry, hon. for all this hassle"

he opens his eyes and stares deeply into yours, a solemn expression on his face, his eyes holding what seems like guilt. his head is tilted back, his neck resting on the rim of the bathtub. you instantly move your hands to cup his cheeks and squeeze them slightly, frowning down at him.

"now what on earth do you have to be sorry for, babe?"

you stroke his cheeks while listening to his response, still maintaining eye contact.

"first i come home late without texting you, now i'm making you take care of me..."

in all honesty, you didn't realize he came home late, you were far too busy reliving all the joyous moments the two of you have shared so far, and that is more than enough to keep you occupied.

"no, no. stop right there. i'm choosing to take care of you, and i don't care that you're late. as long as you're safe and sound, that's all that matters to me, ei"

you lean down and kiss him. he doesn't kiss back at first, but it's not even a second before he returns the favor, not letting you pull away. once you finally get free, you hover your face above his, smiling and kissing the bridge of his nose. for the next 15 minutes, he can't keep his hands off of you, constantly holding your hand in the water and leaning up to kiss you. at some point he even gets you to bathe with him, letting you sit on his lap and he kisses your shoulder gently. it's moments like these when you wouldn't want to be anywhere else, or to be doing anything else. all you want in that moment is to be with the love of your life, and he thinks of it in the exact same way.

"i love you"

"i love you"

☼︎ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, DON'T BE SHY ☼︎

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[dahbeez]

Izuku Midoriya

nickname

warnings: aged-up!, fluff

a/n: im in a deku mood, sue me. i spell his last name wrong literally every time i write it and it aggravates me.

Usually, Izuku Midoriya comes home right after you finish dinner. He's always hungry and Whiny after hero work, so it's better to stuff his face right away. Tonight he decided to come before you've finished dinner, freshly showered and veryyy hungry. "(Y/n) pleaseee, just one bite." He whines, resting his head on your shoulder. "It's a raw vegetable, you can't just snack on it." He groans. "a cucumber?" You laugh. "A zucchini?" "oh" He wraps around you tighter, burying his face in your neck. "I'm almost done 'zuku, be patient...zuku, zucchini." the gears in your head turn. "My little zucchini." You pinch his face. "zubbini?" he asks, struggling with your hand. "Yeah, you like it?" he blushes. "Yeah"

asks open :)