delusionalmultilingual

[delusionalmultilingual]

Dabi would definitely stalk you. Like he could deadass see you once, or twice while he was in an alleyway and be watching you ever since.

He'd go to the extremities if he wanted to, but he would leave notes under the door of your apartment or house. Or go to you little flower shop where you work as a florist because of your work DAILY.

And like the moment you go up and ask of he needs help because you caught him staring at you it's probably the time when he decides to kidnap you or something, the good old chloroform soaked rag would work, good thing your not related to anybody special or the police would have gone through the cameras outside of your workplace.

He won't take you to the base either. He definitely has his one little shabby joint somewhere hidden where he stays every now and then, have you disoriented repeatedly by moving the fake light switch in his room, then gaslighting you and saying it was there in the first place (no it wasn't) and make you believe that your sick in the head.

Even if you do manage to escape and try and go to the police station, they won't believe you, hell, they won't even take your case. That's when you know your pretty much alone. So you try and find your parents again, after so so many years of them trying to contact you after a messy fight and after some hesitancy they come to your house.

But lo and behold the infamous villian is there. He'd probably burn your house down or kill your parents. Then take you again.

But don't worry, he won't hurt you at least if you listen to him that is. Maybe a few cigarette burns on your thighs but nothing too extreme.

When your finally 'corrupt' by him, he will reluctantly take you to where the rest of the LOV stays. Threatening them if they were to touch you or even look at you, all the while tossing you around like your a toy.

Thankfully after he has some form of trust in you and keeps your legs not tied to any sort of furniture he's bolted to the floor, is when you want to escape again. The little bit of hope still remaining inside that you could be free. But it's only when he's there too, maybe your freedom isn't going to be until a while after.

This popped into my head. I ain't saying this a good thing or whatever but it's definitely something he would do.

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"Delusional."

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Rating: 18+

Angst, Fluff, Suggestive content, Domestic violence.

This series is a complete SLOWBURN. especially this chapter, the next chapter should be shorter but still a slowburn.

How could you have been so delusional to believe he was a good guy? Even after his narcissistic comments and manipulative behaviour, he was good for you? Maybe he can show you what amazing is.

Ah... It's been a while. I'm unsure if this will include various parts, so if you reach the end and its a cliffhanger there will be multiple parts.

Word count: 8.3k+

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Albeit, you were attached to the couch. Where you had been berated and lectured at for the last thirty minutes, there was a hint of alcohol stinging your nose that made you nauseated. Your boyfriend of one year had finally lost it at you, for the fifth time this week. And it's only Wednesday.

Was it because you forgot to add seasoning to the salad? Maybe you didn't scrub the shower floor harsh enough, either way. You were verge of tears and spit back weak comments to your 'highly committed' boyfriend.

He grabbed your chin harsh, his hands smell like beer from the glass he had thrown before. Some glass cut into his hand which caused him to bleed, and that was your fault.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you need to go to fucking therapy again? Your such a waste of money and space! You should be happy I still love you, nobody else would want your fat thighs but me!"

Words cut deep, especially his. But he loved you, right? He has to love you if he still wants you, right?

"I'm sorry..." Tears stained your pink cheeks, a meek and perpetual tone came from your lips, another glass, this one yours. Red wine splattered on the wall now, cream and red, a stark contrast. That will be difficult for you to clean.

"No your not! If you were you would fucking clean everything up immediately!" Booming words echo through the apartment, had the neighbours heard him yelling yet?

In an instant you slip to the floor, bit by bit you pick up the bits and pieces of glass from the floor, careful not to injure yourself. 'Please don't hit me.' The thought ran through your mind currently, it only happened once and it was by accident. He apologised a few days later, at least it was going through his mind.

His knee collided with the coffee table near your head, it hurts your ears, the thud, and then it was across the room. On its side, the screws had come loose again. You'll have to fix that in the morning.

The couch leg snapped after he flipped the furniture you owned, you'll have to spend a bit more money for a new couch. How much did you have in your account again? Your mind was boggled while you put the pieces of broken glass in the bin, the jug was boiled. He wanted tea earlier.

"Fucking piece of shit! Can't do anything right!"

His words are screamed through your home, another vase broken now, you'll have to go over the bits with a vacuum. Maybe you could glue it back together. Are his parents visiting tomorrow? You should clean more then.

Your hands tremble while you dunk the chamomile tea bag into the boiled water, when it was just dark enough to his liking, your hands wrap around the now increasingly hot ceramic mug. One by one, your feet move silently towards where he is, he had grown less loud now. His yelling turned to agitation.

"Would you like your tea?" The scent of chamomile filled the alcoholic scent around you, your voice was quiet. If you were to speak loud, he would most likely grow more angry, by your yelling and toxic behaviour towards him.

His nose scrunched, snatching the tea from you and slamming it down on the table, there were two empty bottles of beer sat on the table. That would explain why he was more angry at you than usual. Still, you can do better. The hum of the TV in the background filled your almost empty thoughts, a beautiful blonde lady with big red lips and a small bust caught your attention, maybe if you were more like her he wouldn't be as angry with you.

Your brown hair and green eyes were nothing compared to the other foreign women he dated, but he always said they grew fatter while they were with him. Their beauty diminished the moment they gained a few pounds, to him. Maybe he was right. You thighs were getting bigger, and you had some pudge on your belly, maybe that's why he didn't want to have sex lately. Your boobs were big too, he always looked at the girls with smaller boobs. Saying how pretty they were and then saying how insecure you were when you asked him not to flirt with other girls.

It was always like that, his words were always harsh, but there were times when he is the world's most amazing person you knew. Like when he took you out to dinner with his friends, or when he went to your painting classes alongside you. Infact he makes dinner on special occasions, and he is super nice to his parents.

His lips connected with the now hot ceramic he hissed, blowing on the boiling water and standing up. The tension made your throat tighten, the taste of anger tinting the fear on your tongue.

"What are you just honna keep standing there? Sit." His hand runs through your hair as he pulls a chair out for you. Turning the TV off and sitting back down, gesturing for you to sit down with him.

A nice change, a small but cautious smile creeps to your lips, your legs shifting to the chair as you sat down. Your assigned seat from him. His shirt had some wine stains on them, it looked like blood. It suited him oddly enough.

"What are you making tonight for dinner."

"Ah I was thinking pasta with chicken and some fetta salad for sides."

He shook his head a look of disgust visible on his face. "Just make steak and salmon. It sounds disgusting."

A hurtful pinch came over your lungs while you nodded, standing up and looking at the time, it was 8:43pm. A bit late for dinner, you would both have dinner at 6:30pm, well, that changed because you didn't clean up properly. That's why you've been hungry for the last two hours.

He called out again, his voice raising as you disappear around the corner tlward the kitchen, it made you flinch. "And make me some lunch for work tomorrow after."

Another quiet sigh escaped from you, while you wandered into the kitchen. There was already pasta being cooked, that will have to be his lunch for tomorrow. Your hair was damp from your shower earlier, there was possibly red wine in it now, you'll find out when you can't brush your hair when it's drier.

His laugh echoes through the halls of the house, the TV humming in the back of your mind again. Just like earlier, it was one of those to.ight shows that features specifically after kids go to bed. Your hands move to begin cooking the steak, that would take the longest, since barbecues weren't allowed inside the apartments, your landlord specifying that when he noticed your neighbour had one on the balcony.

You slice some asparagus and leave it to the side, moving on to the other various vegetables that you were going to provide for him. But you would end up eating them for yourself, that was fine. The steak sizzles near your ear, the thought of how your siblings are doing send you into a daze while you unknowingly cut the carrot too close to your finger, the blood from your finger seeping onto the cutting board. You hiss and withdraw your hand, the knife falling to the floor, the bit of skin still stuck onto the knife.

The tap runs while you wash the blood off your hand, you were bleeding a lot now. The bandaids were located under the sink so you quickly fix yourself up, before continuing to cook. It would heal later, it's fine. You pick the knife up, flicking your skin into the bin and rinsing the knife under hot water, drying it with your apron and going back to cutting the vegetables again.

When you had finished with dinner, you made his plate first. Biggest steak and slice of salmon goes to him, the vegetables were steamed and put into a bowl so he could choose if he wanted it.

"Babe! This girl thinks she can be in the army!" His laughs echo yet again, it passes tour mind but you respond back with a half-assed laugh, he always fell for it.

Your legs move infront of eachother with his plate in one hand and the bowl of vegetables in the other, his cutlery stable on his plate. He had another beer on the table now, and he had drank half of it already. He wouldn't be sleeping tonight, you knew that for a fact.

"Here's dinner." You place the plate infront of him and give him the cutlery, the bowl across from him, he pushes it towards where you sit, still watching the TV while he scoffed his meal down.

His laughter was the only thing you could hear, the hum of the TV and among many other things in your house that made small noises, you couldn't cry. No matter how exhausted you were, you would be weak.

A few minutes go by now, your sat at the table, your elbows off the table and your arms didn't move from your sides, afraid of being yelled at yet again. His eyes never leave the TV, and her didn't talk to you unless it was about his work and how much effort he has to put in.

"Number Two Hero, Hawks. Saved over fifty people today! A fire started in a apartment complex near Tokyo and he was in the city for a meeting! No injuries or casualties were recorded!" The lady on the news spoke excitedly while gesturing to the multiple images of the fire, Hawks and the people he saved.

A low grumble and complain came from your biyfriend who spoke in a crude way. "Psh, we don't need heroes in our today society, the firefighters are there for that."

Hesitantly you agree again, with a forced chuckle and placing your cutlery to the side of your plate, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"Your right, we already have people for that."

"Sometimes I think your delusional when you whine about stupid shit like that, if it bothers you that much just call the police or something. But you wouldn't ever do that to your loving boyfriend." Was his sudden and abruptly harsh response while he reached across the table and tilts your chin up to look at him.

"Don't you agree, baby?" His voice was mocking now, his hair was short. He cut it when another girl commented on his long hair.

You nod and flash him a smile, picking at the snow peas on your plate and eating them, his hand leaves your face when he goes back to watching the TV.

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His arms were around your waist, he was fast asleep. Snoring beside your ear, you were both naked. Tears staining your eyes from him not listening to you throughout the past hour. 11pm was what the time was when you last looked.

And yet, he was still inside of you, no condom. He was persistent on getting you pregnant with a boy, someone who he could relate to. Ignoring your cries of pain when he was too rough, or when you begged him to pull out.

Your phone buzzed and it was the familiar number of your best friend, a Pro Hero, number 4th Hero to be exact. Even thought you had dropped out of the Hero course she still loved hanging out with you.

We should totally hang out tomorrow if your free, while dickface is at work

Glancing back at him, you look back at the screen infront of you, it had been a while since you went out with your best friend.

Yeah, sure.

She was the only friend you had currently, it was difficult making friends when he was around all the time. Beside me and not letting me talk for myself. They always gave weird looks and later asked if I was okay when he was gone.

You were though, he loved you. And he was only mad because he loved you, he was very passionate with his words. Mad or not, so why are people saying that he isn't good?

After messaging back and forth with your friend, you fell asleep, your phone on charge and off. You snuggle into your boyfriends touch who grumbled and rolled over, cursing. Maybe he was asleep.

Was he really good?

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The time was now 5:20am. The sky had only just began to brighten up, and your boyfriend was long gone. No note, just the coldness of his side of the bed. The smell of alcohol was barely noticeable, which pleased you. But you were supposed to go visit your friend, unfortunately she lives on the other side of the city of Musutafu from you, and your car is shared with your boyfriend.

Maybe the train or bus would be a fine option for this. Or... You could ask a friend to help you out? Thankfully you half know someone. The half being that you've met them twice while they were with your friend, your unsure if they're dating.

He is quite attractive you'd add infront of your friend openly about him, the stubble along his fine jaw and his eye-liner was immaculate. Better than what you would ever be able to do. But does he even like you? That's the main question in your mind currently, would he be nice enough to help you to get across the city without you doing much effort.

Perhaps you would have to avoid the cameras at the front door, no. Definitely. If he saw you with another guy? He would race back and most likely shoot him, the thought taints the hopeful ones that also linger.

"Ah, maybe I should just take the train." Barely a whisper came beneath your breath, while the smell of slight alcohol still irritated you, surely he wouldn't mind, right?

Right?

And yet here you were, contemplating on whether or not to ask your friend if she can ask if the carmine winged with old gold eyes that pierce into your soul as if he can read everything out of you. But she has said that he isn't quite observant, just optimistic.

In the distance, outside of the window the sun casted a golden light onto your features through the slitted blinds, the light always looked good in here. The sun always hit right and made the room golden. So for a few minutes you relish in the warmth of the sun on the Autumn morning.

Autumn was lively, especially today, many people were already outside and walking, some with their dogs and others speeding towards the bus stops. It was a day you would usually work, but thanks for the pipes bursting nobody can work currently. Which means that your pay gets dropped.

Deep down you never really wanted to work, travelling across the countrysides of Japan sounded lively, however your boyfriend wasn't very persistent with your plan as you would like. The opposite of what he had said around your fifth date.

You slip out of bed, realising your pants were still off from last night. And still dirty, a shower would be nice, hopefully you weren't pregnant, you were close to your period anyway. But there is always a possibility, one that you hoped but also hoped not for.

A soft sound came from your phone which attracted your eyes, the warm wallpaper of your old house in the countryside always made you feel warmer than before, and yet the same homey and summer feeling struck you again, before you read the notification, it was indeed your friend. Rumi.

You still coming? Or do I need to beat someone's ass

It always made you feel odd when she didn't use much grammar in her texts, but Rumi was also a slow typer so it would have taken her a second. A second longer to find the question mark. You respond back while reading it, giving her a thumbs up for her first question.

I'll take the train to get to yours.

Another messaged popped up, the first word you read sent a small tinge of something to your lungs, and heart. It was odd, maybe it was your anxiety attacking you again.

hawks is coming too its his day off

Yet the grammar, it was fine. Maybe it was because you were raised to use grammar in every message or small piece of writing, even in small notes.

An hour passed by now and you had managed to find a nice suitable dress for the weather, not too hot and not too cold. A nice supposed summer dress a cream colour with a white jacket. Along with your purse, the usual wine red that caught your eye.

The air was soothing against the skin on your face, a small scar still stayed along your cheek from your highschool days and getting into fights, none of which you were excited about, nonetheless your parents who occasionally taught you respect via extreme methods while using their quirk.

But after you had dropped out of UA, was only then they began to show some more love towards you, almost as if they were worried about you and 'preparing' you for situations. One's that still don't make sense to you to this current day and age.

There were already people lined up to catch the bus, the one you were going to catch. It was always creating more anxious and stress filled memories while being cramped in a tight space. With so many people at the same time, thankfully they added women only carts on trains, ones you would be found commonly riding when moving around the city for any apparent reason.

The roads were smooth moving, and almost all of the seats were taken, a seat towards the front left vacant, so you sat in it before people had spotted it, trying to cram to get to it.

"Beautiful day today." Kou the bus driver had spoken in his cheery tone, even when it was raining he would always be happy about it, the plants getting water in the hot and humid days of summer and the hot chocolates and warmth of inside when it rained.

A soft smile painted your lips, the dimples along your cheeks but higher, more like whiskers showing. "Definitely."

"Going to catch a train today or wander the markets?" He continued on with small talk.

He would be no older than 60. Maybe younger. However his grey hairs had began coming in quite quickly, maybe he was also stressed.

"Ah, I'm catching up with a friend, so the train would work for me."

A soft laugh came from him while he was sat behind a plastic screen to protect him from people attacking him, it had became more and more frequent sadly.

He continued to keep his eyes on the road, making limited eye contact in the mirror so that he was able to see all areas of the bus.

"You youngin's got better legs then me and I'm going to the gym almost every day. You know I was once like you, quiet and considerably small..."

And he began to talk about his past, his wife who had passed on from stage four cancer, never specified where. But it still brings tears to his eyes, You was one of the very few people who gave you hope in this often discussed as a dystopia.

Multiple people on the bus sat accordingly, giving space for people to stand and not manspreading all over the bus.

"I saw one of them heroes today, the one with the bird wings— Ya see I don't really keep up with the new stuff nowadays, I say life was better before when people weren't so keen on causin' trouble for more people to clean up after 'em."

He was a sweet man, spoke on topics that were sensitive even if nobody had asked, sometimes he wasn't able to take a hint from someone's expression but would later somehow change the topic.

You agree silently to his words while keeping an eye out for your stop, however he seemed to know when your stop was without you even standing. He always says your eyes widen and you grab onto your things tighter before pressing the button, also saying his old age made him wiser in noticing people and when they want to leave. It usually made you laugh when he said it, even though you knew he could see you in the corner of his eye.

"Your like my daughter, she's one of 'em police officers now but she's still got the same quiet and teenager like look. Not sayin' you look young or anything you just don't look your age."

Sometimes he spoke fast, which usually took you two or three more seconds to interperate his mumbled words. While keeping an eye out you notice your gaining nearer to the entrance of the train station, anxiety suddenly running through your blood as you grip your purse more.

"Ah, we stopping here?"

"Mhm, thank you for helping me get here today, sir."

He pointed a finger at you, giving his usual soft smile and joking to you as he usually did. "Now I told you it's Kōu, It's fine and I don't mind not one bit."

You laugh and call him by his first name, quickly exiting when the doors open and walking into the station, however there was a crowd down the bottom of the stairs. Maybe someone popular was in this part of town, not uncommon but also irritating for people who wanted to get to work.

The smell of Autumn hit your nose after a few moments of being out of the bus, there was a small honk that you didn't pay attention to, but would thank him again for giving another last goodbye.

"Endeavour! Please sign my mask!" Someone screams echoed through the stairwell, yet they still covered the bottom of the stairs. There was nowhere to walk past without basically climbing over the crowd.

Of course, there was word on the news that Endeavour would be in this part of the city for a meeting and his work. But still, you were contemplating on how to ask people to move. Would they even hear you through all the yelling?

The Pro heroes eyes lock onto yours when you get towards the bottom of the stairs, biting down on your lip while trying to get past people. And before you realise it, the crowd has almost quieted down and he speaks in a harsh tone.

"Let's make way for people who are trying to get to places."

This made you feel a wave of heat rush to your cheeks, that made you completely embarrassed as the crowd began to move along with him, you sneak past. Scanning your card and pushing past the guard rails as to get past and towards the trains. Thankfully you weren't late as of yet.

The smell of moistness was more evident, small colours dotting over your vision whike you waited for the train, many others also waiting, as it would be more popular with a Pro Hero inside of the premises.

Your eyes shift to your phone, the time was around 8:40 am now, the bus drive takes a while which is why you wake up early. Rumi only waking up so she can get to work, a permanent alarm always in her head, even while she sleeps.

You were right on time to the train, but it was running only five minutes later now, meaning it would be busier, and that there would either be no space to fit or a wave of people pushing past to see the Pro.

Yet you were right, the train comes to an end and there are mass amounts of people pushing past to get to the doors, the people sitting down getting many bottoms flashing them while they squirmed through crowds.

The doors open and the people rush out, with a small time to think you stick towards the side of the door, hoping to slip in before it closed, thankfully you did. The trains were still packed, but there was enough for your shoulders to move around without hitting anybody.

It had grown increasingly more quiet, the subtle smell of cologne stinging your nose, it was strong. Even though you were nowhere nearby the individual, a strong woody cologne. Definitely a business man, or an accountant.

It was almost a normal day, the usual average amount of people you counted when you go to work was less, people who you worked with also caught the train to work. Which was more in the centre of the city. A pain for you, not so much for others.

"The next destination is, Central Musutafu. Please make sure the doors are clear for exiting."

The cheery voice from the speakers caught everyone's ears, those of which who had no reason to listen didn't.

You move towards a nearby railing to keep you stable while the train comes to a slow, yet quick pause. The doors opening yet again slowly, the central part of the city was always busy, night time workers coming off their shift and more people just in general.

It always made your breath hitch when you had to pass lots of people, there have been times reported of pick pockets. But rare, it wasn't going to ever be you though. Your purse clutched to your chest, and your phone hidden in one of the pockets inside of your thick jacket.

Your legs continue to move quickly while the crowd dissipates more as you exit the station, the city was still packed but less dense than the mildew scented station. Japan tried their best to make underground station smell as appropriate as they could, but the recent rain did not help them. Along with homeless people or drunks sleeping in them.

"Rumi if you haven't gotten me that taxi like you promised I'm going to be pissed when I get to your house."

Those words ran through your head at this very moment, Rumi had promised you a ride to her apartment when you had gotten out of the train, not wanting you to spend even a penny's worth more of your money on transportation. Would it be a black van like last time, where you felt like you were being kidnapped? Or a normal taxi like you asked.

"Hey." A voice calls from behind you, a man in a hat, mask and sunglasses looming behind you, however, the crimson wings and dirty blonde specks of hair gave this individual away.

You turn still feeling your heart race from the sudden intrusion of the thoughts of transport that Rumi had gotten you. However, if it was him. This was an extreme length, even if you had wanted him to fly you over the city to whereever you wanted to go. This was excessive.

"Hey Haw— Keigo I mean." Catching yourself off guard and nearly attracting attention by calling him by his work name would not help you, or him out. "Did Rumi send you to get me?"

If he wasn't wearing so many clothes that covered his identity, you wouldn't be holding back your laughter right now, but if he was here to give you a helping hand, or wing to Rumi's it would be nice.

"Mhm, want to ride on this birds back or in my arms?" Yet again, he was a heartthrob, even if you had a boyfriend. He was... Considerably attractive.

It was clear a look of confusion mixed with hesitance was all over your face right now by the way he gave a chuckle. And while he noticed your clothing, the dress and jacket. It was obvious why you were hesitant.

He gave another chuckle, his eyes squinting, he was most likely smiling. "I have a car don't look so hesitant. I don't give free bird rides everyday."

You give a soft sigh of relief when you heard him clearly, and he turns, giving a nod for you to follow him. Keeping his face covered while walking to his car, however there was someone inside of the car already. Did he have a personal driver? The man inside gets out of the car and reaches to open the back door, giving you a helping hand inside of the car while Keigo went toward the passenger side of the car.

"Thank you."

The man doesn't respond verbally, but with a quick nod before closing the door and getting into the car making sure the seatbelts were on before he began driving into the streets. They were already packed so early in the morning.

Well, this was awkward, at least for you. Hawks, or Keigo was now removing his layers on his face and fluffing his wings, keeping his eyes on the road. Was it true he was able to see out of his feathers? Or was that documentary about the top 10 heroes wrong? His hair falls nicely, it's long. Back in highschool he had it cut shorter, but you.mever really spoke with him that much in highschool.

"You look different." Keigo speaks calmly, but still in his cock and teasing tone. "Not in a bad way, just different hair and clothes now."

"Just went through some changes I suppose."

You answered accordingly, however the reason why you had changed was because of your boyfriend. He said he buys all these nice things so you should wear them, and you do. You love him, and he loves you. Even though he gets mad a lot more often now, he's always out late as well. One of your work colleagues had said he saw him with another woman, a foreigner.

When confronted he yelled and stormed out, messaging and saying that it was for a meeting. Before accusing you of cheating, because you had to work overtime and came home late.

Keigo crosses his arms, still staring almost blankly out of the window, so you do the same. It would be weird if you continued to gaze at him, in his car. The city moves fast and slow, the traffic increasing as time goes on. And a few more minutes go by and your infront of an apartment complex. Rumi's.

Flicking a message to Rumi, Keigo and the driver were the first to exit, you coming out as well but more awkwardly, lacking behind as to not be found getting out of a car with the Pro Hero. The doorman glances at the three, giving Keigo and gives gesture to head on in. You give him a nod of appreciation.

"Have a nice day."

The doorman glances almost confused, had he not been talked to by many visitors? Or maybe he is confused as to why a commoner would be walking in with a Pro.

Keigo still walked infront, you walking a couple of steps behind, eyes beaming across surfaces. You had been here before, but it was all so fancy. More than what you would ever be able to afford with the money you currently had. Even the elevator had a doorman, standing inside, waiting for anyone to come through.

"24th floor." Keigo's voice sounded through your ears, holding the automatic closing doors open while you scurry inside, standing behind Keigo now.

The worker nods and scans a card, pressing the button to the floor. These apartment complexes had a floor with each apartment, they were massive. You knew that Rumi could buy a mansion if she wanted, but she preferred here. It never came to your mind as to why she would.

When the elevator began moving higher and higher it made you feel uneasy, like a slow moving roller-coaster that moved further up and up and up.

The elevator doors open and Rumi was already waiting, her door was open and Rumi was already stranimg there, her ears perched atop of ther head and she was wearing comfy looking clothes, unlike yours. But you didn't really have any.

"Oh my god!— Keigo move." She spoke in a cold manner to Keigo and pushed past giving you a tight embrace and picking you up with ease, she was shorter than you. But she was strong as shit. "We haven't seen eachother in forever!"

Keigo did nothing but stand there, already heading inside while giving a chuckle while you were carried into Rumi's apartment. The door closing and the silence out outside was now deafening, the elevator closing softly and descending now.

You drop your purse and phone onto the coffee table infront of the lounge while still being carried like a doll. You felt like one now when Rumi threw you onto the couch and flopping down beside you, cackling while cracking jokes with Keigo about God knows what.

Rumi already had drinks sat on the table, passing one to you that was unopened, before conversing with you now. Keigo spread his legs across the area gives to him, his wings curled to make him comfier. He sipped away at the can that was thrown at him previously.

"I invited Endeavour but the snob had to go to work today!" She exclaimed, giving you a pat before taking another swig of her drink. Crossing her legs and leaning back, her arms spreading.

"You broken up with that manipulative son of a bitch yet?"

You give a soft sigh, knowing this was how it would lead to, her trying to persuade you into getting out of your toxic relationship, even though it wasn't. To you at least.

"No, and he's not manipulative, he just has... His own opinions."

Rumi scoffs and leans closer to you. "And those opinions happen to relate to your entire world revolving around him? Ah, I could treat a girl better than him and I'm not gay!"

You give a small chuckle, holding your drink with both hands and keeping a small space so that Rumi could spread out. She was like that, a few more drinks and she would be all over you and teeling you to break up with him over and over. You love your great friend dearly, and you could tell she was trying to help. But you were happy, even if it made you hide and feel threatened sometimes he always cared.

Keigo sat there with a blank face, like he was pissed off but also not? He always confused you. It was hard to read his face, but dang. His eye-liner was fine. Maybe he could teach you?

The day moved fast and it was now 5:25pm. You weren't much of a drinker, which was why you were more tolerant to the alcohol than Rumi right now. Keigo didn't look drunk, but he was growing more smiley through the day. You were on your 3rd drink, and you hadn't gotten any messages yet. Thankfully.

"Rumi I think you should have some water, so you don't pass out, hm?"

You stand up, taking her under your arm while guiding the two of you towards the kitchen for a glass of water. Keigo simply watched with his teasing grin, teasing his friend at how much of a lightweight she was at times.

He continued to sip at his 4th drink of the day, watching the two of you through the door frame of the kitchen. There was an island with stools around the edge of the kitchen, but he didn't mind currently.

Pouring a glass of water for your friend she was giggling at her own jokes that she made, none of which making much sense to you, but you still giggled at her slurred comments while she leaned against you. After persuading her to drink the water she finally does and you both go to sit back down, Rumi making even more conversations happen.

"I've heard that your boyfriends a bit of a dick." Old golden eyes scan over your figure, you weren't affected by the alcohol at all.

Quite humbled you shake your head, a comment about your beloved boyfriend being a dick, by a Pro hero? Maybe that was something. It felt shameful, not to your boyfriend but you. But he was a good boyfriend.

"He has his moments but he loves me. I don't think it's your business to stick your feathers in someone else's business."

The words came off harsher than expected, and you straighten your lip and bite down on your tongue.

Keigo raises his hands, his brows raising with a grin, his hair was pushed back from Rumi.

"My bad. Never heard something like that come outta your quiet and respectful mouth."

He still had that grin on his lips when he tried to make the conversation light-hearted. "Sorry." Was your response, sure it was kinda half-assed but at least he got one. You would have felt bad if you didn't apologise anyway.

"No need, I shouldn't be sticking my feathers in your business." His fingers made quotation marks while he gulps down the last few mouthfuls of his drink, putting it down on the table with a 'tonk'.

You look to Rumi who was drinking another beer yet again, your face goes more to concerned when she starts skulling it and you reach over telling her to stop drinking because she will get sick.

"Give me the can Rumi! Ah— I— Rumi!– No don't keep drinking it!" Keigo leaned back, watching the scene unfold, before a glimpse of red passed your eyes and Rumi didn't have the can anymore, it was on the coffee table now.

After a few seconds of staring at Rumi and Keigo you realise what's happened, and you give a small bow to Keigo who waved a hand at you.

"No need for autographs my beloved fan."

You give an almost confused face, the gears turning in your head. "I'm not a fan of your agency. I prefer someone else."

He gave another light-hearted chuckle, leaning forward and adjusting his wings, these couches weren't exactly built for giant bird wings. It made you feel slight pity, but that washed away when he gave you a stupid smirk, his eyes still look at you while you stared at him.

"What."

"About your boyfriend."

Your face drops and he stands now, picking up the empty cans and dropping them in the recycling, his feathers rushing to grab yours and Rumi's. "Whatever your gonna say I don't–"

He speaks over the top of you, a feather covering your mouth. "I've heard cases related a lot like yours. So don't be stupid and think, though I think you already do that. Your a chef."

"Don't get too hung over about how he treats you good." He continues, "And how some of the time and gets mad over little things, abuse isnt what partners do to another. Don't think the obvious handprint on your neck and your bruised jaw didn't catch my attention. I've seen it before. Its not bad to call for help."

You stand now, a flush of heat rushes over your face and you were going to yell before you sigh and sit back down. A somber expression painting your features while Rumi was on the verge of passing out, her drunkened state making her late to the conversation.

"M... Hey now, squabble ish not allowed." The rest of her sentence was slurred and barely heard from the two of you.

Your phone began to buzz, and it was the only time you were able to hear it while the room was quiet. So you rise quickly, headed to your phone and unlocking it to see messages from your boyfriend. Those of which were clearly mad messages. Ranging from 'where are you' to 'you stupid bitch'. It must have been obvious by your expression when a familiar earthy smell filled your senses and you turn around to see Keigo standing behind you.

"It's bad manners to snoop."

He shrugs, not minding your irritated tone. "I don't really have manners. Not my style."

The taste of iron on your tongue made you realise you may have bit down too hard on your tongue, was it the taste of blood? Or was it the taste of anxiety that you got. The words you wanted to call him for being a stuck up asshole were thriving in your mind currently, but you had bugger issues to worry about. Now that your boyfriend was pissed, telling you to stay wherever you were at for the night because he was having a friend over.

It was odd, even if he had friends over he never said that.

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The silence of your neighbourhood had you at more of ease while you walked in the night, the usual 2 hours it took for you to get home took 4 hours, transportation being a pain, and the buses not operating so you had to walk. Something about gps. Kōu would say something about it to you though.

The stairs to your house looked as bland as ever, the three pairs of shoes that were sat at your door was unusual. It was always two, his work boots and casual shoes. There were... heels? Was there another woman inside your house?

You take your shoes off, fumbling in your pockets for the house keys, and the moment the door is unlocked, a woman's coat sits where your coat would sit. An expensive looking fur coat.

"Babe?"

Those words rung out through the hallway of your house, you pass the living room, dining room, kitchen, spare bedroom. Nobody.

Then, when you came into earshot of it, it was high pitched. Loud. Moans. He said that she was a friend, was it real he was cheating on you? No. He wouldn't do that, he loves you. He said it to you, on the first date. So why would he do this? Is it his friend?

Your hand trembles when it reaches the doorknob, could you bring yourself to see? If it was your boyfriend? How would you kick him out? Would he leave? He has to its your house. Why would he cheat? Was it you?

The knob turns and you peer inside of your room, and yet the image was what you never wanted to see. Your boyfriend, fucking another girl. Blonde hair, small tits and the perfect body.

His eyes flicker over you, but he continues to rut into the unknown woman while making out with her, her moans getting louder to the point it sounded like she was screaming. He doesn't break eye contact, and he doesn't have any emotion whatsoever. This vision infront of you blurred, your tears filling the brims of your waterline, pouring over your cheeks and onto the floor.

"I thought you loved me." Your voice was weak and the woman had finally noticed you, shielding herself with your sheets. On your bed.

"Babe? Who is this?"

She was pretty. She didn't have pimples. Her body was perfect.

"I'm his girlfriend." You spoke up now, the tears were falling harder than ever, your chest paining you so so so deeply. Why would he do this?

The girl stares dumbfounded at you and then you boyfriend, still not getting anything while he stared in an almost threatening way. Before rage fills her face and she slaps him, hard. Getting up and picking up her clothes storming past you and out the door, putting on the red tube dress that she most likely worse before. Slamming the door behind her.

"I thought you were actually the one." Your words felt heavy, you felt heavy. She was so skinny. So pale. So... perfect.

He scoffs, standing, he was still naked as he pulled on some jeans, shoving his junk inside and zipping his fly up, his steps were slow as he walked to you. "Your delusional."

"Your a fucking slut. You actually thought I liked you?"

Your hand collides with his cheek abruptly, and suddenly your on the floor. His hands wrapping around your neck and pressing down. He was trying to choke you out.

"The only time that I get the love of my life in bed you come home and fucking ruin it all, huh? You know how long it took me to get that fucking whore here?! Huh?!" His fist lands against your jaw. Blood spurting from your mouth almost instantly.

Then all of the hits came, landing on your face, body. Everywhere he could get. Your hands try and push his other hand off your throat, the painful feeling in your lungs cause you to choke out. He picks you up, and throws you back down. Your body crumbling against the floor.

His foot lands harshly on your side, you spat on the floor, his hand comes down to grip your hair. Dragging you down the hallway and into the loungeroom, your screams were futile.

Your back is against the couch, this feel familiar to you. All too familiar. He was never a good guy, you were so blinded by love that you couldn't see all of the horrible shit he was doing.

His punches are harder now, and her hits a wine glass against your head, a warm feeling was now against your head, now the side of your face. Dripping down against your jacket. You try your best to block his attacks but it was useless, you were useless.

He wasn't speaking anymore, his hits becoming harsher and harsher, and the more hits that landed against your head, the less you could feel it and the more warmth that covered your face.

In an attempt to get out of his attacks you use part of the glass and throw it at him, sliding off the couch. Your knees buckle and you slip to the cold wooden floor, Red staining the wood below your head, his hands grab your ankles and before you knew it, he rips your jacket off, ripping some of your hair out before kicking you more. In the back, sides, stomach. It all hurt.

It hurts. Yet you can't seem to get out.

And yet when the numb feeling runs all over your body and the pressure from his kicks and brutal attack comes to a pause, all you can do is look up at him with tears in your eyes before he storms out of the room, the front door slamming while his feet thump through your home.

The ringing in your ears made the silence of the living room audible while you began to sob on the floor, curled into a ball while the pain stings you from all over your body.

Your head throbs before your eyes close, the noise of feet against the wooden floors of the hallway caught your attention while you sobbed against the floor. Had he come back? Pressure pushed against the front of your head, while the tears fell onto the blood piled on the floor below your head.

"Well you don't look too chappy." A voice came from above your head. And while you didn't look up at who it could be, it was already known to you who it was.

"I did tell you to ask for help."

The sudden feeling of your body falling limp and a drop of your head made you groan in pain, arms wrapping around you and leaning your head against a familiar harsh but soft ended feathered structure.

A vibration was felt against your arm and the sound of him chuckling as he began to walk, hid steps were fast before the air struck against the blood still dropping over your face. Your guts dropped when a sudden lift and flap of his wings sent you both into the air, however he had only bent his wings to give more height to get over the buildings, it was still fast and made you groan in pain as the movement sent shock waves through your system.

His grip got tighter as he spoke lowly now, "Chill, I'm taking you to a hospital. Just deal with the pain for a little, it's gonna hurt but at least your not stuck in traffic."

Your eyes were still squinted open, the wind only just breaking in past your lashes while he flew at an exceptional speed, the lights of the city blurred as your eyes lidded and shut. Still whining from the pain, the wind deafens against your ears while you had managed to drift off into an unconscious state. Shocking seeing as how your injuries look painful.

"The police should have it all covered by now. Don't worry your little brain on anything else right now."

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Feathers were stuck in his shirt so that he was basically attached to the concrete, a few bruises beginning to form along his face while he groaned in pain when the police shined lights in his face.

He had only gotten through half of the block before a hit landed against his face by a man only just shorter than him, deep golden eyes piercing his through the lens of the odd looking glasses this figure wore.

Yet he tried to land a hit on this individual, still covered in the blood of his partner, his feet stumbling against the floor before another blow to his nose sent him against the wall.

Those eyes locked on to his before he leaned down, glaring at him like an eagle about to eat its prey.

"The fuck? Your that hero!"

He spat, which landed a few feathers to pierce through his clothing, attached to the wall. He was unable to move much before this individual infront of him had stood up.

He gave a cocky smirk while pulling out his phone and messages another person.

"The winged hero; Hawks. Police are on their way so I advise you don't move unless you want to be stuck in jail for longer." He spoke coldly even though his expression was the opposite.

"Y'know, I'm glad abusers like you get treated horribly after their actions are shown. Maybe there is something worth seeing in this shit area."

Another blow on the face sent the man into a knocked out state, while Hawks began to adjust the man's posture, into an upside down seastar position.

And yet, when the man woke up from being knocked out the pro hero was gone, like he vanished without a trace and the flashing light of a police car blinded him.

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Part 2 will be out later and a masterlist of stories will be made!

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Your drunk and fall asleep on the floor

Bakugou Katsuki

You've been out at a party with your closest friends before it moves to Pro Hero Bakugou's house. In which you pass out on the floor after majority of the group leaves. How is he going to deal with this situation when he's only known you for 5 months?

This is free to use, unfortunately I will be disregarding this account, previous posts will still be available.

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"Dumbass, I like you."

Bakugou has been messing around with this cutie, who he thinks likes him, well she does. But she feels it's unrequited love, now distancing herself from her 'friend'.

Little does she know he loves her, her muscled thighs, the fat on her thighs, arms, the pudge on her stomach that she pokes at continuously. He loves it about her, she hates it. But will he tell her about his feelings or will his friends?

Unfortunately this account has been disregarded as I no longer have a passion for writing fan fictions. This inspiration is free to use.

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"Your weak."

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Gojo Satoru x Oc/reader (your choice)

Your challenging him to a fight? How stupid of you. Even after knowing him for more than three years, you think you can take him on? Even though you haven't seen eachother in over a year, the last time you had fought, it ended horribly for you. With you knocked out and him mocking you for the time come, but you want to change that, can you?

This is free to use, after my last post stating I will be leaving my page for people to only view, if you would like a minimal amount of questions answered, they should be on my pinned post as of the 19th May, 2024.

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When will ya'll realise that Kirishima doesn't care about your looks or career 😭

He would literally date someone who knows literally nothing about heroes or doesn't even speak Japanese very well (I think he knows at least 2 other languages)

And omg the amount of talking this man does!! A yapper for the love of him, not that you mind ;)

If you got curly hair or anything he would recommend products, gel wise if you use! Ya'll bond over that shi

I want him to date like someone who knows their way around well but still needs some form of help. Gym bae, Bilingual? Definitely will date someone who works with flowers or plants. It just seems like a cute thing for him!

You could have a horrible scar that runs from your eyebrow down to your collarbone and he will still tell you how beautiful he thinks you are! Praise you for the life of him honestly.

He is literally the meaning of the song Guy.exe by Superfruit!!! Song will be down the bottom for ya'll who don't know.

He would actually love a plant girly/dude, teaching him to he gentle with the plants and flowers that grow around, even gifting him some lucky Chinese Bamboo, for its little maintenance and its strength!

Loves it when you rub his back! After a long hard mission, your soft touch is all he needs!

Be a florist and he'll ask for your favourite flowers and buy them constantly, and when he gains the courage he'll wait outside after you close and give them to you! Or like an environmentalist, biologist, if you were a hero who could control plants, that would be cuter.

If I'm honest I think he's definitely bisexual, like he's open to anyone basically! Just have a strong mindset and love him is all he wants!

Definitely a giver, you guys could be having some devils tango time and he'll eat you out and make you come three times before giving you the most head spinning orgasm of all life. But the minute your offering a bj or hj he's all blushy and saying that he would rather give it to you.

Your gonna have to force him to sit down before promising him it's fine, he would be biting his lip and throwing his head back for sure!

P.s, if wanted I will write about florist/gardener reader x kirishima

Song for above ヽ(●´ε｀●)ノ

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What kinda Gal does Midoryia like?

I think he would like his girl to have muscle!!! Doesn't matter if she pudgy with muscle or lean with muscle. He wants her to look after herself, love herself too.

Definitely a tits man, have you seen how he reacts to a pair of voluptuous breasts even 20 inches from his face? A blushing mess.

His gal if gonna have to either like All Might, or agree with his likings. It's not something he cares about much, but he would like her to like All Might too.

I feel like he doesn't cook, he does but not well. It's just pretty much protein and whatnot, chicken ceaser salad or a chicken burger. If his gurl could cook, he would never leave. Obviously help you out but damn, your his go to. No takeout.

Now listen up, not a very popular opinion. But if he was to have a little bit of hanky-panky, he would wait until she was full of his cum and in bliss before he ate her out.

He likes to make sure his girl is well taken care of, so she shouldn't worry if he's out for a couple of hours, he would be bringing home shit his girl absolutely adores.

Long deep convos, mainly about his likings or just responding to his muttering.

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What if Bakugou was really really jealous? WHAT IF HE THOUGHT SOMEONE WAS TRYING TO TAKE YOU AWAY FROM HIM!!!!

Bakugou who's pretty much self centred through the first few months of your relationship finally settles down.

He'd definitely gotten calmer when literally anyone got too close to you (3 metres for reference), and now will snake an arm around your waist if someone is still to close for his liking.

Bakugou who enjoyed the squirm that you constantly made when he sneaked behind you and kissed your neck lovingly, he wanted them to know you were his.

Bakugou who would kill if anyone got close and didn't back off when asked by you. Good cop bad cop vibes between the both of you.

Honestly will just drag you away if he doesn't want to talk. Muttering curse words as he drags you God knows where now.

His hyperhidrosis definitely gets worse the more jealous he gets, his palms getting more nitrogen glycerine and his hands start popping, the next thing you know he's wiping his hands on his pants to stop from causing an explosion and grumbling beside you.

It's a different story when you get home though, it's either he won't leave your side and cling to you or you'll both be against any surface and he's grunting how much he hates the guy who gets too close to you.

Lol, there will be a short story out maybe next week. School and personal life and all :)

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Fr thinking about how Dabi would have you tied up with a gag over the top of him so that he can get a good view of you before pushing you down on his hard cock and hearing you whine and watching you squirm above him. Burning out his cigarette on your thigh when you stop moving, constantly repeating about how your such a slut and that your ass is the only good thing about you before squeezing your sides and cumming inside of you.

He would probably look at your nipple piercings that he gave you a while back and tug on them until you were a sobbing mess of his cum and your tears before he would finally leave you. Untying you before leaving you in your bed to go back to 'work'.

This is so off topic but he knows literally nothing about you, saw you at a club one time and found out you were kinky. He's been on a roll in the LOV since he met you. Showing up at your house randomly just to shove you on any surface.

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Title cover by me, please ask for permission to use. Not the panel but the editing :)

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Todoroki's sick?

This is just a drabble for the moment but if I post this hooray you get to see what sort of lovesick lonely relationship I want.

ITS A COMPLETE SLOWBURN PLEASE DONT HATE ME

Contains: Vomit, Illness, Spoilers.

Todoroki gets sick? Thank god your there to help him you pitiful bastard.

Your in your last year of U.A, just after your exams he gets sick. Where did Shouto go?

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"Todoroki Shouto." The same monotone voice came from your tired teacher, had his eyebags dropped even more? His eyes had surely gotten more red. He looks stoned, you wish you could be too.

Zoning out for a second too long you feel a glare from your teacher who had probably said your name mote than three times by now, flicking his scarf to slide right past your ear, a whooshing sound which jolted you out of your zoned out state.

It was the same silence, the same silence that had gone on for the past three days. Time doesn't normally matter to you, the world moves either to quick or too slow so you do your own thing.

"Focus or I'll make you run laps."

You flinch and look directly at your teacher who had moved towards your desk, black eyes slowly emitting the gloomy red that scared you sometimes. Sitting up straighter then you had ever sat you gave him a small smile before nodding a small apology. Thank god he was tired or he might have probably killed you by now.

"Ah, [Your Name]. Is there something bothering you?" Uraraka asked beside you quietly as you all began writing. To which you turned to see her eyes locked with yours.

You respond with a quick 'hm' shaking your head trying not to worry your friend, shifting your focus back to your writing as you tried not to think about specific things.

'I wonder where Todoroki is...'

'Is he with his dad? Maybe his mum...'

You shake your head and pinch your arm to refocus feeling a hint of heat on the tips of your ears. Your eyes staring intensely at the word 'mixture'.

'Fuck, that's also like him.'

Rubbing your temples now, and running a hand behind the back of your neck and pressing down on the sore spot that had grown increasingly through the pressure of homework and assignments, Hero work too.

A low muttering came from Midoryia, he was back to his usual ways even while Mr Aizawa spoke in his colourless voice. And Ashido and Kaminari were whispering to each other trying to get some form of idea as to what to write.

If you were completely honest you didn't know what to write either, the work was something about Physical and Quirk development, which was a pain when you had learned majority of it in middle school.

Yet you didn't know what to write, even if you knew about what you were learning, you still didn't know what to write. Maybe it was the three assignments that you turned in earlier today, maybe you were just burnt out.

Aizawa's words were now muffled through your thoughts as you doodled over your pages of lined, neat work. They weren't the best but they were cute enough to stay in your book.

"But sir this is too difficult!" Mina and Denki whined in unison, snapping you out of your stage of drawing and listening into the bickering, Bakugou yelling at them from across the room.

"Shuddap. If you werent so stupid maybe you would understand!"

Aizawa sighed yet again, sleep deprived probably, maybe an insomniac. "Bakugou, get back to your own work."

After a miniature altercation between Aizawa and Bakugou, it ended with Bakugou going quiet and grumbling as he continued working and Aizawa scolding Mina and Denki.

Uraraka was giggling beside you, covering her smirk and lowering her head further than what it usually is and trying to compose herself. Her brown hair was definitely longer than what it was in your first year, down to her shoulders now.

She complained that it was getting too long and that she needed to cut it but she didn't have the money, so when Momo offered to pay she declined and said that her hair was fine the way it was.

Even if she was your friend she's a little too anxious about money, even if it was ten dollars. You knew it was because of her background but she's going to be paid a shit ton in the future, if she continued with her path of being a pro.

You ponder on the small parts that you were thinking of before. 'Three days.', was the main thought as you were distracted yet again, which ended with the sake old lecture about listening and paying attention by Aizawa.

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"[Your Name!" Tsuyu and Mina ran after you, the entire of U.A walking the same paths as the rest of the years. It was your last year, last year of all of this. It sparks an anxious pain in your chest but at the same time motivation.

You turn to face your two friends and Mina practically jumps into your arms and nearly takes the both of you to the floor. And now your winded as Tsu drags Mina off you.

"Are you going to come to dinner tonight?" Tsu asks, her croaky voice comes from her, shorter than Mina and you but thankfully taller than that purple balled idiot. He hurt your neck often when he gave you creepy smiles and all his perverted stuff.

A shrug comes from your shoulders which ends with a pampering Mina begging you not to stay cooped up in your room for the rest of winter holidays. A short answer came from your lips and Tsu's tongue was sticking out as she smiled warmly.

"Probably not, I gotta get this resume in."

Tsu nodded and pulled at Mina's shirt and trying to usher her away as to not hold you back any longer. She might not have spoke many words but she's very expressive through her emotions.

Eventually she was picked off bit by bit, and the dormitory was around a minute away walking. You were tired, but now having to write up a resume that you were planning on doing a week earlier, didn't happen. The procrastination got to you before you even started.

So you began walking, thinking about how to start on your resume even though it was simple, obviously you had to start with your full name, address... 'Would it be the dorm number or just U.A?' The thought ran through your mind before getting thrown into the many other thoughts.

You gave a small wave to Sato who was watering some of the flowers that the class planted earlier this year. He waved back only a few seconds after you, and by then you were already at the steep of the stairs. Pushing the doors open to the smell of Bakugou's food.

Ignoring the smell you looked at the elevator before taking the stairs, you were only on the first floor anyway. It was a flight of stairs, the least you could do is not be lazy.

When you unlocked your door, the small 'rodent' so you claim it to be meowed and purred against your leg.

"Hey Asana, what'cha doing pretty?" You ran a hand along the curled soft hair of your cat, you weren't really supposed to have pets in the dorms but they didn't have to know about him.

Sure, Asana was a male cat with a girl's name, but he didn't know that. He can't understand English, sometimes that makes you suspicious of him. So you shut the door behind you, picking him up and smooching his head three times before he places a paw to your nose.

"You stink."

Asana responded with a long meow, of course. He wanted food, you place him on the ground and sort him out. Flopping onto your bed with a groan of relief when the softness of the cushion collides with your back.

In less than a second, the little rodent you loved so much had jumped on you and was making biscuits on your chest, putting all his weight on his front paws, making you wheeze in pain, how could a cat be so heavy?

He purred loudly and soon after fell asleep on you, which left you scrolling on your phone and typing up this resume that you definitely needed to do before you left school. And of course it would probably take three seconds to finish, but you had sooooo many other things to do. One of them was steal Bakugou's recipe cause damn his cooking is amazing, he would mind so you would have to do it in secret.

Did he even have a recipe to follow? It would surprise you if he didn't, maybe Sato could help. Bakugou never seemed to mind him helping with cooking, he'd prefer him cleaning or doing something else. But only a grumble would be his response.

Thinking over your plan you knew it wouldn't help, you were already on social media and Mina had posted a class photo, Sato was there as well. Damn, he probably ran so he wasn't late.

It was already dark, maybe you could order in. You didn't have much energy to cook anyway, Bakugou definitely wouldn't waste his precious time cooking for you anyway, you were 'a pain in the ass'.

'Ah, I forgot about Todoroki.'

The thought that crossed through your mind from earlier today had reached you again, Midoryia said that he wasn't out with family. Iida said that he had probably become ill, with his continuous efforts at school.

"Asana, should I message him?" You ask your cat, he wasn't going to respond. Either a meow or his ears twitching would be the response.

He was dead asleep. On your chest, curled ears twitching when you sighed deeply and looked at the name on your screen, 'Shouto'. He had a small emoji next to his name, thanks to your creativity of putting what their quirks were as emoji's.

After a long groan and thinking you fumble around messaging him quickly.

'Hey Todoroki, I was wondering how you are doing since you haven't been at school.'

Sent.

Fuck.

Squeezing Asana'a pretty white fur he responded back with a low purr. Three minutes go by, feels like forever and the embarrassment of messaging someone you don't usually message. Ah, this is shit.

Your phone lights up, the notification catches your eye.

Shouto 🧊🔥

'I'm unwell.'

Dry text. As usual, it didn't bother you as much as it used to, he's gotten better since first year.

'Would you like me to get you something?'

You message back immediately, the heat rushing to your face.

Shouto🧊🔥

'Porridge and Orange juice?'

Was all he replied before you sat up, Asana jumping off and getting comfy on your bed, maybe you should change. Sweats and a singlet? Yep.

Grey pants and a black singlet was what you wore, bringing up a hot bowl of porridge and a carton of Orange juice that was in the fridge, wasn't yours but you'll buy another one for whoever complains.

He was on the fifth floor, wasn't a preference, you would complain if you had to go up five floors.

You reach his room that was labelled with his name, Todoroki. And you knock on the door, it was dead quiet. Usually you would be able to hear Jiro playing her instruments but she was gone as well.

The door clicks open and you see Todoroki, taller than you. His hair a mess and both of his hair colours mixing with eachother, he has showered. But he looks like a mess.

"Can I come in?"

You ask quietly and he covers his cough with his elbow, nodding and turning around so you can go inside his dorm. Very traditional, you saw it a few times while studying with Sero. He cleans regularly, but it's gotten messy since he's been sick.

There was a bucket next to his bed, has he been really sick? Maybe Gastro.

"Sit back down I don't wanna make you run around or something." You usher him back to his futon, you have the kindest expression on and aren't trying to push him around too much.

The room has a hint of sickness in it too, maybe you would get sick too. Oh well.

He sits down with his legs crossed and looks up at you, his face puffy and his hair still a mess, he looks like his gaze is a blur and you gently give him the porridge.

"Have you been eating?"

This is awkward, first you had to message him and now your stuck in his room, with him when he is sick. Your eyes wander and he eats the porridge slowly, blowing on the spoon a few times and switching off his phone. He nods to your question, responding back in a sick and croaked speech.

"Mhm, not much."

Your breath tightened, his voice was usually deepish and monotone but when he's sick. Jesus, gonna take the life outta you.

In less than a second that all changes when he leaps towards the plastic bucket beside his futon and gags profusely, throwing up the porridge he had eaten mere seconds earlier, his stomach trying to throw up on an empty stomach now.

You quickly make your way towards him and kneel down beside him, he puts a hand out to stop you but you move his hair out of the way. It had gotten longer throughout the years but your pretty sure he's been missing his hair appointments.

"Come on Todoroki! Why didn't you let us know." Grumbling beside his ear, he wipes his mouth before sitting back up again, washing his mouth out with the cup of water beside the bucket and spitting it into the bucket.

He goes to stand up, but you keep him sat down, giving him the carton of orange juice that you had brought earlier, were you holding that while keeping his hair out of the way?

"What are you doing?" He asks in the same groggy probably drugged up voice while watching you pick up the vomit filled bucket and taking it to the toilet in his room.

You look back at him, pushing the toilet seat up and pouring the foul substance into the toilet. Flushing it before closing the lid. "You need to rest. Your not getting up unless I'm gone."

Strong tone and using the shower head in the bathroom to rinse the bucket, you turn your head to see if he agrees.

"It's only a stomach bug."

"A stomach bug that makes you look like your about to die."

"Every illness makes you look like that."

"Your not getting up unless you need to go to the toilet. Your quirk is going to drain your energy so don't use that either."

He sighs, not wanting to argue and knowing you were kind of right, he hated to admit it but he actually liked that you cared for him like that. He had gotten used to looking out for himself but when his friends and classmates helped him he realised he also had to look out for others.

"Fine."

He couldn't help it however. He wasn't that sick, right?

You sit down beside him on his futon and look at the half eaten bowl of porridge, he was drinking the juice in hand and staring at you with those oh so beautiful eyes. But it's when he leans over and rests his head on your shoulder that makes you freeze.

"Thanks."

Was all he spoke before closing his eyes and breathing in your scent, you were confused as to why he had done so. Maybe he liked you? Is he clingy when he's sick?

You chuckle and pat his back, he was already relaxed into you but your physical touch made him melt, his body weight becoming evident on your body. So you use majority of your strength to keep sitting up, while adjusting to his weight.

His eyes were closed against you and his breathing became quieter and quieter until you almost could mistake him for being dead. It was soon you realised you were both breathing at the same pace. Did that always happen when two were so close?

Spotting a damp rag on the floor, you pick it up to feel if it is still cold, it wasn't. You couldn't move yet because he was practically attached to you. Jolting when you moved even an inch, so now you were laying down beside him on the single futon. His head against your arm and his arm along your waist.

This wasn't like him, for sure. Was he mistaking you for someone else? Your hoping he's not, cause whoever he would be thinking about like this. Wasn't you.

"It's cold." He speaks quietly, it's only then that you realise the chill in the air. It was already night? But the sun was up, you checked your phone that was sat in your pocket. Your eyes widen at the time. Two hours?!

Two hours had gone by and you could have finished this resume. You couldn't have wished for anything better, or worse? Todoroki Shouto was asleep on you, but you needed to finish this resume.

"Todoroki-"

"Shouto."

"Uh- Alright then. Shouto, I have to get this resume done."

He grumbled and geld onto you tighter, looking up at you, oh lord, he was adorable. Looking up at you with his opposite coloured eyes and pouting ever so slightly.

"Just do it in here."

"Ok then."

Why would you want to argue with him like that? You felt a sense of pity because he was sick, but also because he actually wanted you to stay with him? Your living a dream that you so desperately don't want to end. Maybe if he was well this would send you head over heels.

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"Hey Todoroki! Where's [Your Name]?" Mina asks with her usual bubbly attitude, staring up at the taller boy with her 'raccoon eyes' as others have said.

Todoroki looks up from the book he was writing in, locking eyes with Mina, Asui was standing next to her with her frog-like tongue sticking out as he responded, scratching the side of his neck.

"She's not feeling well."

"What?!" Mina exclaims, her hands coming to the top of her pink curls quickly as she looked shocked. "She didn't even go anywhere! How did she get sick?"

"She came to visit me when I was sick." He replied back in a monotone speech and got back to writing whatever was on the board. Not knowing how excited Mina looked when she turned to Asui and giggled running off.

'Did I say something wrong?'

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This story is officially FINSIHED! I know I definitely lost some sort of motivation towards the end, I hate slowburns but I do say so myself. This is alright.

Proofread!

Thank you for all the support I have been getting! d=(^o^)=b

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Bakugou cries in front of you, and you only.

In the first few months of your relationship he keeps up a hard and cold barrier, of course getting his usual hot-headed self when someone even slightly irritates him, but you calm him down eventually.

It's not like he has no emotions other than anger, he just had difficulty showing them, even if he really really wants to, he can't.

So when he's hurt one of his friends greatly, he slams the door of his bedroom, laying on his back, on his bed. He even locked the door for good measures, but you had a key anyway. It's not like he couldn't keep you out anyway.

It's when his eyes start to water and he can feel a lump stuck in his throat, it's when he messages you. He normally doesn't use punctuation in his texts, but it's when he's upset he does.

'Come here.'

That's all he messages, even if you haven't messaged him back, he knows you've seen it, or you've heard it from someone that he's slammed his door.

In his past he used to cry a lot too, but only at home and when his mum or dad was with him. His mum would comfort him the best she could, after all she did care about him. Even if he was a bit of a jerk to her sometimes.

She would wrap him in her arms and squeeze him tightly, pecking his forehead softly, running a hand through his hair. Her words would be a lot softer than her usual yelling behaviour.

When he burnt his hands from using his quirk too much she would scold him before comforting him, tending to his wounds before sending him off so she can get back to whatever she was doing before.

"Katsuki?" Your voice sounds out into his pitch black room, the hallway light shining underneath the small crack of the door. Knocking quietly, and trying the knob, it didn't move at all.

The doorknob clicks and you can only just see inside of his room, pushing the door open gently, Katsuki was already sitting back down on his bed, looking away from you. The door clicks closed when you push it back. Leaving the room in darkness again.

All you can hear is the small sniffling coming from him, your steps quickly shift to the foot of his bed. Crawling towards him and giving him a hug, bringing his head to your chest and whispering to him.

"What's the matter, what's got you so upset babe?" Your soft words make him settle into your skin instantly, a small patch on your shirt becoming wet with his tears.

His voice was still harsh as he spoke, but his tears and upset state made his speech croaky when he spoke. "I fucked up babe... M' a shit friend."

"Don't talk down to yourself."

Your words were still soft as you lifted his face and squeezed his cheeks, looking into his tear-stained gaze. He hides his face in your neck and lays down on his back. Bringing you with him and you huff a strained groan, rubbing his hair and breathing in his scent.

His body shudders against yours and your heart aches for him, he squeezes you tighter before letting you lay down next to him, wiping his tears and looking up at his ceiling. Still avoiding eye contact with you.

Sitting up and tying your hair back into a low bun. Your legs cross and you stare at him in silence for a good minute or two.

"I said something about Shitty Hair's past. When he told me. I‐" His voice cuts off as he breathes down the lump in his throat. "I told him it was stupid to think like that."

You stay silent, not wanting to say anything that might anger or upset him more, all you did was nod to his words.

His eyes well up again, before rubbing his eyes with his hands and sobbing again, his hands and arms covering his face so you couldn't see him like that. He hated it when you saw him cry anyway, knowing you didn't mind but the embarrassment in the near future got to him.

Sliding next to his head, you run a hand through his hair and stay quiet. He was quiet, which was unusual of him. But this was a different circumstance, on that you have seen before but never really shown.

You knew your words would comfort him but wouldn't help with the situation, so you sit there and let him cry it out.

Even if he would end up sorting it out he probably wouldn't apologise, or at least give a shit apology. He would go back to you and fall asleep in your arms, asking if he fucked up anymore, to which you would reply that time would tell.

God he hated when you did that.

This was completely based off an image I saw on pinterest, its not the best work I've done but I do have more planned in the future (・ε・｀ )

Now officially edited and proofread

Should I make this a story?

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IMAGINE SHOUTO TODOROKI BEING INJURED AND HIS LOVER THOUGHT THEY LOST HIM!!!

"Shouto?" Almost a cry came from your voice as you lifted large parts of concrete off the demolished grounds. Blood and sweat staining your clothes as well as debris and dust from the collapsed building.

The areas surrounded was rubble. Destroyed. The building collapsed after one of the villains in the area used a earth shaking quirk in the vicinity of 100 metres. Catastrophic, the evacuation protocol didn't even take place. And the villian was nowhere to be found.

You knew he bad to be nearby somewhere, he was right next to you before this whole shitshow happened. It was difficult to remember, it must have been at least 2 hours before you woke up underneath a large slab of cement. Was your ankle sprained? Yes. Your arm? Broken. But surprisingly you weren't dead, you weren't able to say for some other people.

The rescue team already found 8 dead people, all civilians, all innocent. A man who spotted the rubble moving above you quickly called over three more people, the all lifted you up and identifying you immediately. Ushering to get you medical attention, however your stubbornness leads you to wandering helplessly through the demolished buildings. A sad attempt of finding your husband of 2 years, boyfriend of 7 years.

Your voice was cracked and hoarse, holding your arm in pain and trying to find him. You just want him. Nothing else matters right now. "Shouto!" Cracked screams come from you as you slip and knock your arm on some old pipes in a column.

"Shouto!" Another pained yell came from your weakened state, sure. You've fought in situations like this, but the adrenaline of the fight was gone. Maybe it was more or less shock at the time.

Falling to your knees, weak and still probably concussed. You stand back up shakily, limping through the destroyed area, spotting soke blood stains on the dust covered concrete.

Your eyes widen as you get closer, running as best as you could before falling beside him. "Shouto!" A guttural cry came from deep inside of your throat, trying to throw the large slab off his blood soaked body.

His bicoloured hair was stained with a film of dust and blood, specks of cement on his face. Using one arm you manage to push the slab off him in three minutes before cupping his face with your non injured arm and begging him, begging him to stay. Screaming for someone to help you, help him.

"Please Shou... Don't fucking leave me!"

You scream at him, propping his head on your chest, your hero costume had been ripped and damaged. Holding his body with one arm as you weakly cried against his forehead.

"Shouto!" You scream at him against, only feeling his cold skin against your warm skin, a film of dust covering his beaten state, Blood over his face and cuts on him.

Sobbing and shaking him, some rescue team members were running towards the two of you, hearing your cry they stopped feet away from you. Watching as you were clearly unconsolable about the loss of him.

A slight movement came from him that you didn't feel, his arm twitching and his eyes opening to see your closed and tear stained one's watching you mourn and cursing at him, begging him to not go.

The rescue team took notice of the fact he wasn't dead and tried to move you so they could assess him but you pushed them away, not knowing they were trying to help before a weak and shaky hand also cups your face.

"I'm okay... Let them..." His voice was weak and quiet, this was something you never usually see. The fact he hides his weakened state with many other people.

More tears streamed down your cheeks as you embraced him and kissed his face. Not caring about the sweat and muck on his cheek, he was alive.

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Honestly anything is a challenge in your relationship with Katsuki Bakugou. ANYTHING.

At the gym and your burning more calories than him on the treadmill? He'll burn a hundred more than you just to prove he's better.

You manage to pin him down during training? Get ready to be demolished by this train because turns out he 'wasn't using all his strength'.

He gets a high mark in one of his classes? Your studying for hours on end to get a higher mark than him in the next exam.

You've cleaned up more than him? Where did the small specks of dust go? Katsuki Bakugou finished it all. In more time than you, but you don't know that

Going for a morning run? Your both sprinting by the time your back on campus, trying to gain composure after God knows how long you were running for.

Seeing who chickens out first when your at a graveyard by yourself and you run off? Yeah, he'll mention it constantly and laugh about it.

Who's saved more people on a mission? The other gets more somehow.

Katsuki LOVES the competitive side you both have in the relationship. However he does push your buttons even when your mad with him. Or if your mad about something else.

Your currently mad at Katsuki because of recent events where you both said some... Not very nice things to eachother. It ends up leading you back to your room and slamming the door behind you. Thank GOD your on separate floors or he might have gotten up you for slamming the door.

Grabbing your pillow you threw it at the small couch in your dorm. The lights in your light were dim, which made anything on the floor dissapear. Hopefully you don't have homework on the floor, bye-bye to that.

It was a silly argument over you walking to the dorms alone when he was taking forever to get his bag and change his shoes. You told him you were leaving and he grunted back in response. Apparently he didn't hear you and had to talk to 'shitty hair' the whole time who then ended up dragging him to the gym.

You wouldn't have minded about it if it wasn't your freaking birthday. You planned to go out to dinner with him and his parents and then maybe go ice skating afterwards. But when he never showed up you messaged him asking where he was, when he responded back dryly 'Gym'. You lost it at him.

First he had a pissy attitude all day. Then without even messaging he goes off to the gym?

An exasperated sigh comes from deep in your throat, pulling your shirt off and putting on the red sweatshirt he gave you maybe a couple of moths after you officially got together. You were still pissed off but it was warm. And your were cold.

Flopping onto your bed with a thump you checked your pocket for your phone, the unfamiliar feeling of emptiness in your back pocket made you realise what happened.

Your phone was up in Katsuki's room.

Fuck.

A barrage of knocking came from Katsuki's door. He grunted and answered the door with a loud and grouchy voice.

"Knocking twice does the trick you don't have to do it– Oh. Back so soon?" His brows knotted together and he crosses his arms, wearing a singlet and some shorts. A shit eating grin on his face.

You also crossed your arms and pushed right past him, trying to look for your phone and retracing your steps of the argument.

"Where is it."

"Where's what?"

"You know damn well what I'm looking for."

"Not a clue." He still has his arms crossed over his chest, the door was shut behind him but he leaned on the wall. Watching you and where you go in his room. With his stupid grin on his face still.

You turn around still annoyed and stomp your way over to him, glaring up at him before reaching inside his pockets. "My phone Katsuki, give it."

He wraps his arms tightly around you, putting his head on top of yours and chuckling when you fidget in his arms.

You groan loudly and try to escape his bear hug but your both stumbling towards his bed and your getting more and more annoyed with him.

"Katsuki!"

He hums and lands on top of you when your fall back onto his bed, surprisingly softer than usual.

"Who's Katsuki?"

A while back you started only calling him babe if you needed something or was just talking to him in general, a way to get his attention. During your argument you still called him babe but in a harsh tone. When you start calling him Katsuki with an annoyed tone, yeah he'll switch that up real quick.

"Your squashing me."

"Mhm."

"Is that all your going to say." You respond grumpily, trying to shove at him as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, breathing deeply.

"Hm."

Shoving repeatedly did nothing but drain you out and you both lay there still for a minute before his hands grab your sides.

"Off." You respond harshly but he squeezes your sides until your squirming and trying to contain your laughter.

He still has his shit eating grin on, you can feel it against your neck. "Who's Katsuki?" He murmurs against your neck as your trying to squirm free from him.

You don't respond for a few seconds before your giggling uncontrollably, shoving at his hands and trying to get his hands off your sides.

"Babe!" You finally say between laughing and trying to hold your angry composure but it doesn't work and he finally stops, looking up at you.

"Mhm, baby?"

"Give me my phone."

Breathing quickly and regaining your composure you look down at his grin. He's got a look on his face like your forgetting something, and guess what. He's right.

You groan underneath him. "Fuck's sake... Please."

Still shoving at his broad and thick shoulders, your feel him fumble around while he is above your body. Even with the opportunity to flip him over and 'beat' him, you don't. You do want your phone back and that wouldn't help at all.

He showed your phone to your face, and you immediately grabbed for it, but he moved it out of your reach.

"Katsuki."

Your voice was stern and he grinned again, leaning down to peck your lips, which made your cheeks feel hot but it was normal. The familiar feeling of a lightweight object was on your chest.

"Better, whiny?" He said with a chuckle. His Irises connected with your mean expression.

"Don't call me that Katsuki."

"Don't be whiny."

"You forgot it was my birthday, I feel like that's pretty fair." You spoke harshly, flicking your phone open and looking at a message.

"I didn't forget, just didn't wanna hang out with the old hags."

"Yeah cause it's all about Mr Katsuki Bakugou." Evident sarcasm came from your throat.

"Was thinking about that for tonight, special occasion." He leaned down and smooched your neck slowly, passionately. Arms running along yours as you grumbled.

You turned your head away from him. "Not in the mood unless I'm on top."

"Have it your way, it's your birthday."

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"Katsuki."

You mumbled, fumbling with your hands, and rubbing your head in the crook of his neck.

He grumbled a few short grunts, whining at the fact that you had just woken him up from his beauty rest.

Rose eyes connected with yours when you looked up at him. His bedhead was obvious, sleep still lingering in his eyes

He threw his arm on top of you, pushing your head into his chest, sighing deeply, his eyes drifting off back into his blissful sleep.

"Katsuki!" Whining and trying to push him away, or escape his smothering. "Don't go back to sleep!" You whined even louder, your voice muffled by his chest.

He groaned again, longer than last time. Rubbing his chin into your hair to get comfy again, ignoring your flailing body that was trying so desperately to escape his arms. Instead, he lowered his hands down your waist, rubbing circles into your lower back.

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