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spider boy’s happy ending— spider-man!midoriya izuku x reader

synopsis: moments in your new routine with izuku. he’s stopped keeping secrets, and everything just feels easier now. [part 5/5 - series masterlist]

wc: 1.8k

author’s note: i can’t believe the series is done!!! tysm to everyone who stuck around, this ones for you <3

It’s hard to remember when Izuku wasn’t part of your life. He fits in so seamlessly in your routines it’s like he’s always been there, snuggled up on your couch after a long day, Moony happily napping on his lap. 

You’re both seniors now, and the past few months have been filled with new memories of the two of you becoming even closer. 

Izuku has started to share more about what he gets up to at night, and he’s also started to come back with fewer injuries. 

You asked him about it one night, a month into the new semester. You’re both still neighbors and ignoring graduation as it looms over you and threatens the little world you both live in now. 

“I think I’ve gotten better at this whole Spider-Man thing,” was his answer. He yawned, idly snacking on the bag of chips you’d offered him. You didn’t even like that particular flavor, but you kept them around your kitchen because you knew they were his favorite. 

“Plus, I don’t want you scolding me for dripping blood on your floor.” You snatch the chip bag away from him and he laughs. You can smile about it now, but it was one of the worst nights you both endured together. 

It was the first week of classes, and he had come back dripping blood through his suit. You had panicked, naturally. He had kept reassuring you it was fine and refusing to go to an actual hospital. 

“We got this,” he had breathed, head resting on your shoulder as you both sat down on your bathroom floor and you did your best to gently wipe away dried blood to see exactly where his injuries were. It would have been reassuring if he wasn’t literally bleeding all over your floor. 

You did your best to help him, and he insisted on doing his own stitches. You followed his instructions, blinking away tears at the thought of him learning to patch himself up like this all by himself. Carefully, and as gently and quietly as possible, you helped him over to his apartment. Helped him change out of his bloodied suit and into loose clothing and settle onto his bed. 

You woke up the next morning curled up on the floor next to his bed, holding his hand. 

It hadn’t gotten that bad since, and you hoped it never did. The next day you had enrolled in a first aid course offered through your university and had started reading as many first aid books as you could, but you haven’t needed to use any of the now extensive knowledge you have. 

You narrow your eyes suspiciously at him now. “You better not be keeping your injuries from me just because I freaked out,” you tell him. “Which I think was perfectly normal given the situation.”

“I’m not! Promise,” he holds out his pinkie and you smile as you take it in your own. It’s easier to believe him now, and it doesn’t leave you with that heavy feeling in your chest anymore. He holds onto your pinkie longer than he needs to and pulls your hand closer, dropping a quick kiss on your knuckles. “Sorry for teasing.”

“S’okay,” you manage to choke out. Izuku smiles down at his phone, humming quietly in response. You turn away and face the television again, barely processing anything the reporter is saying. The audacity of him to do things like that and be able to function normally infuriates you. You still blush when he pulls you into a hug or smiles at you too brightly. 

You’d never complain, of course. It’s just another thing you’ve gotten used to, an endearingly affectionate habit of his you would never ask him to change. 

Like what he’s doing now, curled in on himself on the couch next to you, wearing his giant oversized hoodie even if it isn’t exactly the weather for it yet, scrolling on his phone while the news is on as background noise. It’s become a Friday night routine for the two of you—when you get tired, you move to your room and fall asleep after whispering to each other about your weekend plans, which more often than not involve each other. 

“Whatcha scrolling through?” you asked him, turning to sit and face him properly. He turns his phone briefly to show you, smiling at you when you laugh. 

“Your Spidey-News column,” he said, going back to his scrolling. “I like to read comments on them sometimes.”

You had become more involved in the newspaper that semester and started a new column on Spider-Man. You published weekly updates on his activities of the week or interviews of people he’d helped.

Izuku had started at the paper as well, as a cartoonist. Momo had taken one look at a doodle he did on one of your notebooks and had recruited him that same day. He was also training under Jiro as a photographer and submitted the odd photo or two of Spider-Man. You’d laughed hysterically the first time you saw it up on the site.

“Are you still freaking out about grad school?” you asked him. He set his phone down with a groan, running his hands through his curls and nodding. 

“I just think it’d be weird if Spider-Man had to move cities, you know?”

You both laugh. It’s something he’s been repeating a lot over the last few weeks. You know that’s not his only reasoning for it, but it definitely is part of it, which is a bit funny to you. 

“I think it would just confirm he’s a student,” you said nonchalantly, moving to surf channels on the TV. 

“Wait, people think that?” 

“Time for bed!” is your quick reply, struggling to hide your teasing smile. He scrambles to his feet, recognizing your movements for what they are. 

“I’ll shower first!” he yelled, already running down the hall to your room, where he stashes his spare clothes for when he sleeps over. You collapse back onto the couch with a laugh. 

A while later, after you’ve gone through your nightly routine, you find him already snuggled in under your covers, scrolling through his phone. You snuggle in right beside him, smiling when you realize he used your shampoo again. 

You run your hand along his hairline to his neck and he sighs, setting his phone down on your bedside table and moving closer to you until your foreheads are almost touching. His eyes flutter clothes as you run your fingers along his hairline again. 

“G’night,” he mumbled, a sleepy smile on his face. You fall asleep soon after him, his smile the last thing you see before sleep finds you. 

And it’s the first thing you see when you wake up again, waking up to the feeling of him gently poking your cheek. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face and you both laugh. 

Wordlessly, you go through your Saturday morning routine, which you’ve repeatedly done for the past few months. 

Izuku always rolls out of bed before you and starts his routine early, a habit you know is ingrained because of his patrols and one he’ll never quite be able to break. 

You start brushing your teeth just as he’s finishing, and he presses a kiss to your cheek as he moves past you to head into the kitchen. You freeze, turning to watch him walk out. 

No, not your cheek, you process. The corner of your mouth. 

Thankfully you hadn’t started brushing your teeth yet, because you’re pretty sure you would’ve choked on your toothpaste and Izuku would’ve had to rush back in here and save you from yourself. 

You begin to brush your teeth as fast as possible before going back and making sure your morning breath is gone, determination and adrenaline coursing through your veins. You’ve let him get away with the other sickeningly cute affectionate displays, but this one? This one feels distinctly different. 

For one, you had literally just woken up after sleeping in the same bed. He had clothes in a drawer in your room. You both had a morning routine every Saturday. He was constantly latching onto you and you onto him, and you were the only one who knew about his spidey secret. 

Fear and doubt about his feelings has been holding you back, but now you feel more confident than ever. You feel ready to talk about it. 

You sidle up to him at the kitchen counter, knocking hips with him like you always do to make him laugh. He’s decided on pancakes this morning, and you start buttering a pan without him having to ask. 

“So, you kissed me just now,” you said, working hard to keep your tone as nonchalant as possible. You move the melting butter around the pan to avoid looking at him, a bit of doubt entering you again despite your previous wave of confidence. You quickly dump some of the mixed batter onto the pan with a spoon to give your hands something to do, too. 

“Oh,” he replied, as though just realizing it. You can see him blushing out of the corner of your eye. “Oops?”

“No oops!” you exclaimed, turning toward him. Belatedly you realize you’re still holding the spoon of pancake batter, and it splatters over Izuku and the countertop with your movements. 

He blinks in surprise and you laugh, stepping closer to cup his face in your hands. There’s batter along his cheeks and you wipe it off carefully with a napkin. 

“No oops?” he repeated. You realize how close to his face you are and you freeze once more. But there’s a little batter at the corner of his mouth that you missed, and without breaking eye contact and before you can lose your nerve again, you wipe it away slowly with your thumb, barely grazing his lips as you do. 

“Can I do it again?” he asked, breathlessly. “Properly this time?”

You nod and close your eyes as he leans closer until his lips graze yours, a feather-light touch before you feel his warmth start to pull away. 

You tug him closer, still holding his face in your hands and tilt your head to deepen the kiss. He makes a small noise of surprise but is quick to adapt, hands sliding around your wais to pull you impossibly closer, mouth moving against yours in a way that makes you feel dizzy. His tongue swipes at your bottom lip and then you pull away, panting slightly.

Forehead resting on yours, his eyes flutter open. He looks so pretty like this, cheeks dusted pink and lips red from kissing you. You can’t help but lean in and peck him again, and he smiles, eyes crinkling in the same adorable way they did when he first met you. 

“Again?” he asked, and you laugh before leaning in once more, sure there will be many more instances of him asking and of you giving in.

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spider boy’s partner — spider-man!midoriya izuku x reader

synopsis: now that you know what midoriya has been up to as spider-man, you offer to help him with his latest mission. [part 4/5 - series masterlist]

wc: 2.7k 

author’s note: idk why monoma is the richboy douche in this he just is ok 

The club you were in happened to be the university’s student-run newspaper—and you happened to be one of the writers on the science side of the paper. You were pretty well acquainted with the STEM professors, at least those willing to be interviewed and featured. You didn’t believe in fate much, but after Midoriya told you everything he knew, you started to think Destiny was giggling and kicking her feet somewhere at the little web of connections she’d made with this one. 

Because you also happened to know one of Kyudai’s lab assistants, recognizing his name when Midoriya had shown you the list. 

Monoma had been your partner in your freshman writing class. Begrudgingly, you’d bonded with him over the agonies of writing, and sharing your writing in a small group setting. You still greeted him around campus if you ever saw him. 

When you tell Midoriya your plan, he insists on finding more information before you act on anything. You laugh when he suggests the possibility of Monoma being in on it; sure he was a bit pompous and annoying, but you don’t think a rich kid like him would go through that much trouble to make some extra cash. But Midoriya’s lips don’t even twitch to try and hide a smile, and you know he’s serious. 

He comes back late one night when you’re still up doing homework. You don’t even jump when he slides your window open anymore, so used to it. Moony meows a greeting from her place next to you on the couch before going back to her grooming. 

“All clear?” you asked, glancing up from your laptop briefly. He tugs his mask off and nods.

“Don’t even ask how I know.”

“Oh come on, you’re no fun.”

The next day, you pitch the idea to your editor. 

“Another profile? Of course, go for it,” Momo beamed at you. She’s surrounded by piles of paper and has three different screens in front of her—you don’t know how she looks so cheerful. “Whenever you get it done is fine, I trust you’ll do great as always! Jiro should be able to help with photos.”

The next step in your plan is simple because you knew from the beginning that Monoma would be thrilled at the possibility of being featured. And you were right. Midoriya scoffs at how quickly Monoma replies to your text, agreeing to your proposition to meet up and discuss a project for the newspaper. Two days later, you meet up with him for coffee. 

“Kyudai’s hardly around much anymore, we practically run everything,” he said. You’d let him choose the cafe, and you have to agree it’s pretty nice. If there was not a risk of running into him again here, you’d come back and make it a regular study spot. “He meets with us once a week, I’ll ask him then. He should say yes, he’s done a few of these in the past.”

You thank him profusely. To make sure he showed up, you offered to treat Monoma to a drink.  You winced at his complicated order and regretted your decision when you saw the pained look on the barista’s face, but you pasted a smile on your face and treated him to it nonetheless. Never mind the fact that his backpack alone was worth almost as much as your laptop. It was more of a symbolic gesture, you both understood that.

As carefully as possible, you ask more questions about Kyudai, hoping to get as much information out of Monoma as possible. “Wow, you run the study? Why isn’t Kyudai around as much anymore? Is it another study? Where’s his lab?” 

Monoma is oblivious to your prodding and answers your questions happily. He has a vague understanding of where Kyudai goes when he’s not at the lab or in lecture, and you hope it’s enough for Midoriya to work with. 

Spider boy is sitting a table over, behind Monoma, and facing you, wearing a disguise you picked out for him (a dark outfit you thrifted for him, one of your old baseball caps, necklaces that he never wore—he’d refused the fake piercing, much to your dismay). It’s hard to hide your smile when you make eye contact with him. 

Unfortunately, Monoma seemed to think you were agreeing with whatever he was talking about. Belatedly you realize he’s ranting about humanities majors.

“You know I’m not a STEM major, right?” you shut him down firmly, taking an angry sip of your latte. 

This doesn’t seem to deter him, and if you hadn’t made a quick excuse to leave and end the interview formally you’re sure he would’ve happily taken on the challenge of trying to convert you, or god forbid, ask you out for dinner. Because your smiles at Midoriya may have been misinterpreted in that regard, too. 

“He’s nice,” Midoriya teased when you met up with him a block away from your apartment, as planned. You’d insisted on all the sneaking around because it added a flair of fun to the situation. Plus, any excuse to dress him up. You eyed the outfit you’d picked out for him and decided he could keep the necklaces you’d let him borrow. 

You snorted and rolled your eyes. “The things I do for the mission.” 

He laughed as you entered your apartment. “Are you my sidekick now or something?”

You huffed indiginantly, calling for Moony who immediately came running, meowing loudly in protest for being left alone for two hours. “Please, where would you be without this plan? I’m obviously the mastermind behind Spider-Man.”

“So you’re my person in the chair?”

“See, I’m more of an agent, because I go into the field—”

“Okay, okay,” he placated you, scooping Moony up in his arms to spoil her with kisses before setting her down again just as quickly, knowing how fussy she can be. “Anyway, he was totally flirting with you.”

“Monoma?” you asked, aghast. You tossed him a soda from your fridge, smiling despite yourself at how he caught it without even looking up from his phone at the kitchen table. You like testing his spidey senses whenever you can, knowing they’ve never failed. 

“Yes, who else?” he laughed. You glare at him halfheartedly. “Did you not notice his advances?”

“No!” you said, wracking your brain and laughing at Midoriya’s phrasing. You only remembered getting what you needed and trying very hard not to laugh whenever you met Midoriya’s gaze, or to stare at him too hard when he wasn’t looking. 

“Y/N, I just work so hard as a research assistant,” Midoriya said in a high, nasally impression of Monoma. “But here I am, gracing you with my presence. You should be honored.”

“Oh my god, he did not say that!”

Midoriya laughed, amused by your reaction and his impression. “He might as well have! But anyway, thanks again for helping me with this.”

“I’m your agent in the field, your mastermind—”

“Okay, okay!”

——— * * * ———

You spend the next week prepping after Monoma texts you to confirm Kyudai is willing to be interviewed on this day and this time, which you agree to. Thankfully, Jiro is able to tag along to take pictures for the newspaper. 

You hadn’t felt nervous about one of these since you did your first piece three years ago. You blurted it out to Midoriya, which had been a mistake. 

“You can cancel,” he said. You were both leaving the library after a productive study session, and he was just about to leave for his chemistry lab. “Do you want me to go with you to cancel?”

“No,” you insisted, smiling at how earnestly he was on your side. “I can do this. We can do this, spider boy.”

He’d squeezed you into a hug goodbye before leaving for lab, with a promise to meet up with you later for a late-night snack. 

It turned out you had nothing to worry about because when the day came, you were the perfect picture of professionalism. And you actually found the research interesting, so you did not have to fake the smiles and nods of acknowledgment, even when Monoma was talking. It was all focused on cells, and though you don’t quite understand all of it completely, you know its impressive. 

And you can’t help but wonder if what he’s doing in his other lab is scarier and more impressive than this. 

Your smile almost falters before you remember the earnest look in Midoriya’s eyes when he talks about his professor and how determined he looks every time he goes out to patrol. You take a deep breath and grip your phone tighter, straightening your arm to make sure you’re recording everything Monoma is saying. 

After Jiro is satisfied with the pictures she’s been taking periodically and you’ve asked most of your questions, you all move outside to continue talking, so as to not to disturb some of the other students that have started to trickle into the space to do their own work. You’re just helping Jiro arrange everyone on a bench for a group photo when Kyudai’s phone starts to ring. 

“My apologies, let me silence that—” it rings again just as he manages to get it out of his pocket, and you see the way his eyes widen behind his glasses when he sees the caller ID. 

“How about a short break everyone? We can meet back here in five.” 

Kyudai scurries away at that, too far away for you to even try and eavesdrop. 

You say goodbye to Jiro, who explains the first group photo she got is more than enough. Monoma and his research partners are all chatting, so you’re left alone to check your phone. 

Three texts from Midoriya, which you immediately tap on to open up, fearing the worst. He had promised to be stealthy, in and out. Take some pictures, see what the operation was about. Submit to the police afterwards. 

From: spider boy 

6:43 pm - Okay, don’t be mad

6:43 pm - but I had to call the cops in like ASAP

6:44 pm - so end your interview fast and go home!!!!!

You turn around, hoping your urgency to end this isn’t written all over your face, only to almost run over Kyudai standing right in front of you. 

“I’m terribly sorry to cut this short,” he laments. “But I do have to run now. Please feel free to email me with any followups, and thank you for featuring our work.”

You assure him it’s fine, you only have a couple of questions for his assistants, and he’s off, not quite running but also not walking. 

You finish your questions as quickly as you can and then leave, trying not to run back to your apartment, almost laughing out loud remembering Kyudai was dashing off in a very similar way. 

Expecting to see Midoriya waiting for you on your couch you practically throw the door open, Moony meowing at you in surprise from her favorite kitchen table chair. He’s not there.

You turn your small TV to the local channel, waiting for the evening news to start, or the breaking news segment you thought would already be airing, and pull up your Spidey News tab on your laptop. The little livestream banner is the first thing you notice at the top of the page, because you’ve never seen it actually active before. 

The livestream loads just as the breaking news segment starts, both of your screens showing off slightly different angles of Spider-Man perched on a high building, a dozen police cars down below him. You recognize the buildings as the ones downtown, near the train station. 

A reporter appears, interrupting the live feed of Spider-Man in favor of quickly running through the events that have seemingly just transpired as quickly as possible as more police cars arrive behind her. Your mouth falls open when you see biohazard-suited people arrive seconds later, pushing the curious gathering crowd back. 

On the Spidey News live stream, Spider-Man is looking down from his spot on the roof, sitting perfectly still. You almost laugh, knowing how often he likes to hang his legs over the edge to dangle or do handstands for people waving below. But today, he’s the perfect image of solemnity. 

The reporter raises her voice in surprise as a small car arrives, parting the crowd behind her, and Kyudai jumps out. He looks like he’s crying as the cameraman is quick to zoom in on his face, trying to frantically offer up any explanations as the cops are on him in seconds, blocking him from the view of the cameras and taking him away before the reporter can get her mic close enough. 

After that, things start to slow down. 

The reporters don’t have the full picture, you quickly realize. “Officers are telling us that this is a biohazard situation, but it is now under control, and the streets are opening back up, and the trains are running again. This is a heavily populated area, primarily by students, so officials used an abundance of caution to ensure no one was put at risk.” 

Every time a variation of this is repeated, the camera pans to find Spider-Man again (he was dangling his legs over the edge of the building earlier) and a vague comment is made about his presence before panning back to the reporter. You furrow your eyebrows and glance back at your livestream tab, only to see that it's ended.  

“Worried about me?”

You scream at the same time Moony meows in surprise, both of you turning to see Midoriya standing by your window, mask in his left hand. Moony curls back up into a loaf to resume her nap and you do your best to glare at Midoriya from your spot on the couch. 

“You little shit! How’d it go?”

“We got him!” 

You jump up to finally hug him and he laughs, hands sliding around your waist as you slip your fingers into his hair. As though you always do this, as though hugging is a totally normal occurrence and not making you blush and your heart speed pick up. 

“Let’s celebrate!” you declare as soon as you break away, hurrying into the kitchen to hide your embarrassed expression. “Get changed and you can tell me all about it.”

He hums a response and you hear your door open and close as you open and close cupboards around your kitchen, setting things down on the counter. By the time he gets back, you’re staring intently at a recipe on your phone. 

“Okay, let’s do this.”

You launch into the recipe and he starts telling you all about it, as promised. 

“The lab was totally empty, no one was there. So I knew I had to call it in and get some proof.” He tells you he’d texted his friend at the police station as soon as he could. 

“And I even found a lead on Professor Yagi,” he said, in a more subdued tone. “Kyudai owns more property further downtown…I made sure to let Tsukauchi know about it. He said he’d text me if they found anything.”

“Has he texted?” You stop in your mixing, hands twitching to reach forward and grab his hand. But you refrain.

Midoriya shakes his head. “There were like five properties on the list. He has to get enough personnel to hit them all at once. I���m assuming they’re doing it right now.”

“And you couldn’t go yourself because you didn’t want him to recognize you,” you said in realization. “Oh Midoriya, why didn’t you tell me?”

“We got him,” he shrugged, though you can see his eyes are glassy with tears, going back to mixing your batter. You look down at your own bowl and realize this is a lot of batter. 

“Plus, I got a good feeling.” He gives you a watery smile and you feel more at ease. 

You make idle conversation after that. You do your best to keep Midoriya in high spirits, and you both scramble for your phones at every single notification. 

The cookies are when the oven when the text comes. 

You both reach his phone at the same time, the screen lit up with the text. 

From: Tsukachi

Sorry for the late reply. Yagi is safe.

Midoriya sags against the table, laughing in relief. 

“Your spidey senses were right,” you smile at him, gently shaking his shoulders and smiling wide. 

He nods, grinning up at you, breathless with relieved laughter and eyes shining. “Thank god.”

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spider boy secrets — spider-man!midoriya izuku x reader

synopsis: after almost a week of avoiding you left and right, you finally run into midoriya on campus. After some convincing, he finally tells you what he’s been up to as spider-man, and why he’s been so adamant about avoiding you. [part 3/5 - series masterlist]

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author’s note: the mystery is revealed, the suspense is over!! or is it :0 

It’s been a few days since you’ve seen Midoriya in person. 

If it weren’t for the fact that you can hear him come home every night and the fact that he has been sending the odd text or two, you would’ve called the police and led a search party yourself.

He’s never avoided you before. Because that is what he’s doing, after all. Avoiding you. No matter how you look at it. 

His texts are assurances that he’s okay, and he occasionally sends an upside-down selfie. But he’s wearing his mask in every single one, and you can’t tell if he’s just being coy or if he’s hiding a bruised-up face behind the mask. 

You receive one that morning just before you leave for class, and you can’t help but smile. It looks like it's from the night before, and you don’t recognize where he is exactly. You snap a quick picture of Moony napping on the couch and send it to him as you leave your apartment, avoiding your gaze on his door just a few feet away. 

You get to class early and continue with what you’ve been doing since Midoriya started avoiding you—investigating. There isn’t much to you; you go to class, you come home, and occasionally you attend club activities on campus or meet up with a friend to study. 

There hasn’t been any obvious overlap between the two of you, aside from knowing his giant secret and being his neighbor. You aren’t in the same social circles, major, department, or anything.  But you do frequent the same libraries. 

Which he hasn’t been doing for the past week—you noticed that right away. Even though you can usually count on him to be there before you and save you a spot, in the back near the giant window he likes to stare out of when he gets fed up with his chemistry homework. 

After the lecture, you follow your biology professor to his office in the building over, making idle small talk before jumping into your questions on topics covered in class. You don’t stay for very long, and it’s on your way out of his office and the building that you spot him. 

Midoriya is sitting against a wall, really crouching as though to make himself as small as possible, nearly hidden thanks to the crevice the water fountain creates in the corner. You freeze, afraid he’s already heard you, but he doesn’t seem to have noticed you yet. He’s leaning forward as much as he can to avoid being spotted on the other side of the corner, listening. 

You take a few steps forward and strain to listen. You don’t recognize the professor’s voice, but he sounds nervous. A few words do register even from where you’re standing— “not ready yet,” “still need to test,” and you swear you hear the word “spider,” but that could just be because you’ve finally spotted the little shi—

Midoriya suddenly scrambles to his feet from underneath the water fountain and heads straight towards you. Stifling a gasp, you’re so surprised at how quickly he loops an arm through yours and ushers you down the hallway you don’t even try to say anything. You both hurry down the hall into the stairwell, and he makes sure to softly close the door behind him. 

You hear muffled sounds of footsteps walking right by the door. Whoever was talking was headed straight towards the both of you. 

“Who was that?” you whispered, even though the stairwell was visibly empty, and Midoriya was still holding you close to his side. He gently tugged you along down the stairs, glancing behind you as he did. 

“Nobody,” he says as you both leave the building, still glancing around as you walk out the doors. “So, how’ve you been?”

You tug your arm loose as you both stop in front of a shady bench by the building you just fled from, narrowing your eyes at him. “Cut the bullshit, Midoriya,” you said. “You’ve been avoiding me for the past week, and now you’re deflecting. Who were you spying on?”

“Y/N, I can’t—”

“Do you seriously think I’d tell someone?”

“I don’t want to risk putting you in danger,” he sighed. “Of course I don’t think you’d tell anyone. I just…knowing anything about what I get up to when I wear the suit could put you in danger.” he’s still avoiding your gaze. 

“Is it someone I know? Is that why?” He shakes his head a little too quickly. 

“Midoriya. I will stand here and list every single person I know on this campus. You can’t lie to me, and you can’t keep avoiding me. And if I know them, then that means I can help you.” You clear your throat, mind scrambling. Can you even name everyone?

He waves his hands frantically at you, eyes wide, and you don’t get the chance to even attempt anything. “It’s Professor Kyudai. I was eavesdropping on him.”

You frown, crossing your arms. “Who?”

Midoriya furrows his eyebrows as he slowly meets your gaze. “Kyudai? The chair of the molecular and cell biology department?”

You shake your head. “Why do you think I know who he is?”

Midoriya looks as confused as you feel. “You’re listed as an undergraduate research assistant on his webpage.”

“I am?”

Midoriya moves to sit on the bench you’ve both been standing in front of, and you move to sit next to him. He pulled up the page on his phone surprisingly fast, and you see your legal name listed there, alongside two others and Professor Kyudai’s, and a brief description of some research study you’ve never even heard of. 

You stared at the name on the webpage, and you remember a mixup that happened your second year after you had already declared your major. You’d received the wrong email for the wrong Y/N, who’d declared as a molecular and cellular biology major—something you had certainly never done. And how the poor advisor had apologized profusely for the mixup and had asked if you didn’t happen to know this other person. 

You can’t help but laugh, quick to cover your mouth in an attempt to stifle your giggles at the absurdity of this situation. Midoriya still looks confused, which makes you laugh harder. 

“That isn’t me,” you explained. “I’m not even a STEM major, Midoriya.”

He slouches forward and puts his face in his hands, in relief or surprise, you’re not sure. 

“Seriously?”

“Yes,” you laughed, patting him on the shoulder. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

He nodded, still hiding his face in his hands. “I was so nervous I was going to have to arrest you or something.”

“Arrest?” you whispered, scooting closer to him even though there was no one within earshot of either of you. You nudge his knee with your own until he looks up at you, a smile tugging at his lips. “Okay, you need to fill me in on what the hell you’ve been up to, spider boy.”

Eventually, after a lot of convincing, he does. 

“Kyudai has been dabbling in some… illegal activities,” he said, scratching Moony behind her ears and smiling at how loudly she purrs in response. You’re both back in your apartment, and the second Midoriya stepped inside Moony has not left his side. You’re a little peeved with her—when you come home she only meows at you before going back to grooming herself or staring at the birds out the window. 

“He’s been doing some research on the side for some sketchy people, using funds he shouldn’t be using. I don’t know exactly what he’s up to yet, but I know other professors might be in on it, too. I think he’s threatening them.”

“What about research assistants?” you asked. “Are they being threatened, too?” You did recognize one of the other names on the list, besides your name twin’s, that is. 

He shrugged and explained he didn’t know how deeply involved they were. From what he can tell and what he’s witnessed for himself, the three assistants have been running most of his actual research for the past month. 

No one has formally reported Kyudai—Midoriya only noticed because he’d been at the right place at the right time, as both himself and as Spider-Man. 

“I was watching a building by the docks one night, just patrolling, and I saw a university truck,” he continued. “Kyudai was driving. I watched him trade some vials for some briefcases I can only assume were filled with cash. The guys who took it, I turned them in a week later to the police. They were messed up, high on something I’ve never seen before. I almost broke my arm that night.”  

And the day after turning them in, his biology professor hadn’t shown up for class. 

“He’s my mentor,” Midoriya explained, voice quavering a little. “I was his research assistant last summer, and I’m supposed to help him launch a new program next semester. I see him every week for office hours. I know he wouldn’t just leave.”

Professor Yagi, it turns out, is Kyudai’s lab neighbor, and Midoriya suspects he was poking around and asking too many questions. And Kyudai got rid of him somehow. 

“Even though I recorded Kyudai making the exchange, it’s not enough yet to arrest him,” Midoriya said. “I’ve been looking for Professor Yagi, tracking Kyudai. I knew you’d want to help, but because I thought you were already connected to the situation, I thought it’d be too dangerous.” 

 You stay silent for a few seconds, mind racing. “Thank you for trusting me,” you said softly, smiling when he met your gaze. “I think I can help you out.”

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spider boy — spider-man!midoriya izuku x reader

synopsis: you don't interact with your neighbor much—that is until you realize he's none other than your city's beloved friendly neighborhood spider-man.

though your friendship is off to a rocky start, you're both quick to trust each other. though you do think midoriya hides things from you to protect you when all you want to do is protect him.

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fake it till you make it — pro hero!kaminari denki x quirkless!reader

synopsis: the company encourages it, after the first accidental incident. they see it as an opportunity to help denki grow, have a time in the limelight. they say it will encourage questions about him: who is this mystery person he spends his free time with? who is this mystery person he so publicly saved, with a romantic victory kiss?

it’s you. and no one can know. 

you’re actually a coworker, working in PR for the same agency denki is under. he’d saved you once when he was off duty, but that was enough. the tabloids got ahold of a picture of the both of you, and from there denki’s ratings skyrocketed. for the sake of both of your jobs, you play along. your identity is safe for now, so what’s the harm?

content warnings: violence (reader is briefly held hostage)

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chapter 1 - and so it begins

It’s 8 a.m. on a Monday and you’re actually looking forward to clocking in for your shift. This kind of excitement for the start of the week is new for you, and you know the stockholm syndrome-happiness-high that is the first couple of months at a new job will fade away soon. But for now, you cling to it. 

It’s hard not to like your job when your closest work friend happens to be a literal superhero. 

Kaminari is waiting for you by the elevator, not bothering to hide his smug grin grins you jump in surprise upon seeing him. “Good morning, Y/N!”

“Good morning, Kaminari,” you reply, walking towards your desk, not at all surprised when he follows. “Did Missy pair us up again?”

He nods and sits in the empty chair next to your desk, idly spinning in it and watching you settle in for the day. “She said you’re helping with my Instagram today. I don’t see what’s wrong with it, though!”

You glance over at Missy’s office a few feet away and see her wink at you before going back to typing on her computer, and you sigh. If Kaminari thinks his account looks okay, it probably means a lot of work for you. 

“Okay, you know the drill. Write down your password and I’ll log in to get started.” You slide your sticky note set and a pen to him across your desk, watching as he scrawls down his password. 

Over the past two weeks, you’ve been paired up with Kaminari to work on his branding, and how he comes across on social media platforms and with news outlets. You’re both relatively new to the company and around the same age, which you suspect is why Missy has paired you up for the remainder of the month. 

The past few weeks of spending most of your days with each other made you fast friends, and it also made you knowledgeable about how predictable Kaminari is with his passwords. 

“Okay, we’re changing this one too,” you tell him when he slides the sticky notes back to you. He groans and slides down in his chair a little. “I’m honestly surprised you haven’t been hacked yet.” You don’t need to look up from your computer to know he’s pouting at you. He’s predictable in his mannerisms, too. 

“What time is your shift over today?” Kaminari asks you as you write down his new password (Y/N0325isthebest*). He’s been asking you this question every time you come into work and he gives you your assignment from Missy and Stardust, your boss, and his boss. 

He’s usually clocked in an hour before you for morning briefings, so he gets to relay information to you. Another way Missy has pushed you both to become friends. It annoyed you in the beginning, having to talk to someone on forced terms so early in the morning. But Kaminari has become a welcome presence and a good work friend. 

“5 o'clock as always,” you tell him, yawning as you log onto his Instagram. You try to keep the grimace off your face. It’s not the worst you’ve seen, but you can tell he’s been running it all on his own. 

He perks up at that, leaping up from his seat beside you. “Me too! I’ll walk you home today. I’ve been craving a donut from that shop near your apartment.” 

“Okay,” you agree, attention having been refocused onto the task at hand. You’re already working on pitches for him and Missy to look over later. “See you then.”

After he cheerfully says goodbye he leaves the little clutter of desks in the corner of the agency that is the PR and Marketing departments and takes off down the hall to where the other pro heroes sit, and you revel in the quiet around you. You’re the only one at the desks for this part of the morning—most of your other coworkers choose to come in later during the day and work the first half from home. 

For this reason, Missy often invites you to eat lunch with her in her office. Normally everyone eats in the small breakroom, but since it’s just the two of you on Monday mornings, she started inviting you to her office. 

Lunch comes faster than you expect, and passes just as quickly. You and Missy make small talk that quickly evolves into discussing pro-hero gossip. “Off the record, of course,” Missy says before saying anything too scandalous. 

The new gossip you learn is enough to fuel your energy for the rest of the day, and before you know it you’re waiting for Kaminari outside the agency, idly looking through his updated Instagram to appreciate your work. 

“Y/N!” you glance up from your phone just as Kaminari reaches you, slinging an arm around your shoulder and guiding you down the street. He’s in civilian clothing now, which is why you let him keep an arm around you. You’ve seen how sweaty he gets after patrol shifts, and you happen to value your work attire too much to let him stain you with sweat.

“How was your patrol?” you ask him, slipping your phone back into your bag and turning to look at him as you walk. “Slow?”

He nods, patting you idly on the shoulder with the arm that’s still around you. You don’t even flinch when he shocks you a little, like when you reach for a shopping cart. It’s become a habit at this point for you to expect it whenever he touches you, and it doesn’t hurt enough for you to point it out. Kaminari isn’t even aware he does it, you think. 

He’s telling you all about his shift, where he patrolled with his usual partner Nova (who was your first friend at the agency and whom you regularly had dinner with) and you’re listening attentively, not noticing someone coming up behind you. 

You feel a tug at your bag, which makes you reflexively tug back and turn around, meeting the wild eyes of a man you’ve never seen before. In the split second before he grabs you, you notice he’s holding a bag of vials and has a needle in his free hand. 

Kaminari’s arm tenses around you, but it happens so quickly he isn’t able to pull you back closer to him. The man yanks you away with surprising force, the both of you stumbling back several feet, his bag of vials clinking against your own bag. You push against him but freeze when you feel something sharp against your neck. 

“Don’t move,” he snarls, pressing his arm closer to you. “Nobody move, and I won’t kill them.” His arm had sprouted what looked like thick spines, and one was pressing into your throat. He waved his other spined arm around, the vials clinking against one another. Someone screamed nearby, and you watched as people scattered away from you.

You look around wildly, doing your best not to press closer to the spine at your throat. In the commotion, you’d lost sight of Kaminari. Other people had pushed past you to get away from the spined man and you were several feet away from where you’d been earlier. You feel panic beginning to settle in. 

“What’s the matter, no quirk to defend yourself with?” the man snarled into your ear, making you wince at his closeness. “I had that problem too until I woke up and realized!” he shouted the last part, raising the bag of vials high in the air. “That they keep it from us! Rob us of this power!” 

And then you realize Kaminari is right in front of you. He’d appeared so quietly you hadn’t noticed, and you see the way his hands are raised slightly. But he doesn’t have any of his gear, and he looks like he’s hesitating. You realize he doesn’t want to shock you by mistake. 

As discreetly as you can, you shake your head slowly at him. The man is now ranting about the government and its secrets, too busy trying to gather the attention of frightened people walking by to notice you signaling Kaminari. You hold up your hand slowly, making sure Kaminari can see you moving, and spread your hand out to make a five.

You wince again when the man jostles around, still ranting and waving his arm around. You use your body weight to turn you even further, so his back is to Kaminari. You count five seconds and shove his arm away from you as hard as you can, and lunge away from him as he tries to reach for you again.

Hoping you’d counted correctly, you land on your hands and needs and cover your head. You gasp when you feel the electricity coursing through the air, finding its target a mere inches away from you. The spined man screams and drops his bag of vials, which you discern from the sound of glass breaking. 

You flinch and scream a little when you feel someone reach for your arms that are still covering your head, but you relax when you hear his voice. “It’s okay, Y/N.”

Kaminari gently helps you to your feet and you realize you’re shaking a little. You grip his arms for support. “Are you okay?” you ask hurriedly, still trying to catch your breath. 

He nods, holding you tightly by your arms. “I’m fine. Are you?” he looks you up and down, looking for injuries. 

“Yeah,” you reply. “Did you get him?” you’re still facing away from him, and can’t find the strength in you to look away from Kaminari, who you realize is standing very close to you. Way closer than you’ve ever been to him. 

He nods and tugs you a little closer until you’re almost leaning into him, until you can feel his breath on your face. His eyes dart down to your lips before looking back up to meet your gaze. And before you even realize what you’re doing, you lean in to press your lips against his. 

Your grip on his arms loosens, and your hands travel up to his shoulders and neck as you kiss him. You hum in surprise when his grip on your arm tightens and he pulls you impossibly closer. As his hands start to travel down to your waist you break away from him, panting slightly. 

He rests his forehead on yours, eyes half-lidded, cheeks and lips pink. You feel yourself get hot all over and you take a step back, pulling your hands away as realization starts to settle in. 

Before you can even begin to apologize, Kaminari licks his lips and mumbles, “Your chapstick tastes nice.” 

His eyes move to focus on something behind you, and suddenly everything comes back into focus and you realize where you are. Kaminari's realization came a bit earlier because he was already guiding you to the ambulance you hadn’t fully realized had arrived before you could say anything in response. 

He makes sure you sit on the open bay of the ambulance and that a paramedic is there to check on you before he leaves. “I’ll be back in a bit,” he tells you, squeezing your hands. You look down and realize he’s been holding them this entire time. “Don’t move.”

The paramedic asks you questions as she examines you and you answer, but your eyes are following Kaminari as he moves around the scene, now closed off and bustling with police officers. He’s in full hero mode now, giving his statement and walking with the officers to where the spined man is still toppled over, now in handcuffs and being carefully examined by a paramedic. 

The paramedic checking on you gives you a salve for your hands, which instantly makes them feel better, and moves on to check on other people who are in the crowd. You move to make room but stay near the ambulance, remembering Kaminari told you to stay put. 

True to his word, he jogs over to you a few minutes later, an officer in tow. “Y/N, I have to stay for a bit longer, but Officer Aki will walk you the rest of the way home.” You nod, smiling at the officer as Kaminari pulls you away from the ambulance. His hands are warm against yours, and when you say goodbye and he slips them out of your grasp, you feel cold all over again. 

You make it home safely, profusely thanking Officer Aki for walking you all the way. It’s only when you unlock the door to your apartment that everything starts to settle in your mind, that it starts to feel more like a reality. 

You kissed Kaminari. You kissed your best work friend, your client—

With a strangled gasp that sounds more like a groan of anguish, you collapse face-first onto your couch, letting yourself drown in your comforting blankets you’d left from the night before

You’re so going to get fired tomorrow. 

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fake it till you make it — pro hero!kaminari denki x quirkless!reader

synopsis: the company encourages it, after the first accidental incident. they see it as an opportunity to help denki grow, have a time in the limelight. they say it will encourage questions about him: who is this mystery person he spends his free time with? who is this mystery person he so publicly saved, with a romantic victory kiss?

it’s you. and no one can know. 

you’re actually a coworker, working in PR for the same agency denki is under. he’d saved you once when he was off duty, but that was enough. the tabloids got ahold of a picture of the both of you, and from there denki’s ratings skyrocketed. for the sake of both of your jobs, you play along. your identity is safe for now, so what’s the harm?

contents: fake dating au, fluff, reader and denki are obliviously smitten w/ each other, mentions of blood/injuries, “why did you kiss me with tongue?” “cause it was kinda funny”

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author’s note: i like to think about the logistics of hero agencies bc im a nerd: this also means I make my own rules so consider some of this canon divergent. so excited for this series!!

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friends to more texts — fushiguro megumi x reader

ft. a meddling gojo

author’s note: based on an anon request for a bf!megumi smau post <3

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spider boy promises — spider-man!midoriya izuku x reader

synopsis: you’re spider-man’s neighbor, his friend. but there’s still secrets between the two of you, ones he refuses to share and ones you’re too scared to ask about in fear of him leaving. so they sit between you, festering and threatening to spill over. patched up and kept at bay by promises that might be left unfulfilled. PART 1 HERE

content warnings: mentions of blood/injuries, angst

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author’s note: part 2 of the spider boy series. thanks for all the love <3

You hold his hand until he falls asleep, brush away his tears. You cannot bring yourself to let go of even long after his breathing has evened out, after his face has melted to a more peaceful expression. His furrowed eyebrows smoothed out, lips almost tilted into a smile.

Midoriya started sleeping over more often, especially on days when he was not out patrolling and coming back to his quiet apartment bloody and bruised, patching himself up because he did not want to worry you. Even though you had insisted you did not mind, that you wanted to help him.

When you wake up, he is usually gone. In his place, you find a new spider sketch on your kitchen table. You had started a small collection, hanging them up on your fridge with the unused magnets that had been waiting for a purpose ever since you had moved in.

Knowing he would be gone in the morning meant you stared at him until sleep made your eyes heavy and took him away from you.

You fight it off as long as you can. But when the morning sun shines in your eyes and wakes you up, you realize your bed is still warm. And his hand is still in yours.

“You stayed?” You asked before you even opened your eyes. Maybe this was a dream. A cruel dream where you were both free to stay under the covers all day, away from harm and the burdens of being a busy student and beloved vigilante.

“Yeah,” he replied. “It’s Saturday.”

You opened your eyes at that. Saturday.

On Saturdays, Midoriya hardly went out. Police presence tended to be stronger, and he only went out if he was continuing something, following a lead, or if there was an emergency. That much he had shared with you, that much you knew.

Selfishly, you loved Saturdays.

He smiled at you when your eyes met his. “Is it okay that I stayed?”

You nodded.

His smile faltered, and he reached up to poke your cheek. “Promise?”

You smiled at his action. “Promise.”

You realized you had never lied to him before. Could he say the same about you?

The morning was spent inside, in pajamas, avoiding your phones and reminders of upcoming assignments. Moony slept on Midoriya’s lap all through breakfast, and as you made pancakes for the both of you, you could hear him quietly cooing over her, whispering what a good cat she was.

Really. It was impossible for you not to develop feelings for him. You angrily flipped a pancake, exhaling through your nose strongly. This would be easier if your feelings were nonexistent.

He was no better later in the day, during your TV show catch-up time. Moony was off somewhere napping, so he seemed to seek a replacement. Something to do with his hands. An arm wrapped around your shoulder, a hand reaching for yours. His fingers idly traced your knuckles, intertwining with yours over and over. His eyes never left the TV screen.

You were a mess. You could feel your palms starting to sweat, but Midoriya either did not notice or chose not to mention it. So you melted into his touch, leaning onto his chest and watching the TV show you watched together, letting him play with your hand.

By the third episode, you had your head in his lap and he was braiding your hair.

“Your hair smells nice,” he said from above you. You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Thanks.”

He hummed a response. You let your eyes close, the TV serving as the perfect background noise to pair with the soothing motions of Midoriya braiding your hair. You let sleep overtake you this time, welcomed it. He would be there when you woke up.

——— * * * ———

When you woke up a few hours later, you knew something is off.

You were in the same exact position, but the room was darker, the lights never turned on. You turned, adjusting yourself until you were facing the ceiling and Midoriya.

He was wearing his suit, mask still on. “Midoriya?” you asked. Patting his thigh frantically when he did not respond. “Midoriya?”

You sat up, the hand that was resting in your hair falling limp into his lap. You grabbed his shoulders and shook him a little, a lump forming in your throat and your eyes becoming blurry with tears. “Midoriya wake up. Midoriya Izuku wake the fu—” you break off with a startled gasp when he stirs, groaning.

“Y/N?”

“Thank god,” you said, pulling him forward and hugging him. “You scared me, you little shit.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, pulling off his mask, nuzzling his face into your neck, and wrapping his arms around you to tighten the hug. “Got back really tired.”

You sighed, idly running a hand through his hair. “You’re okay?”

You felt him nod, and then could actually feel him smile into your skin. “Did you use the full name card on me?”

You tugged at his hair, earning a surprised yelp. “It worked, didn’t it?”

He laughed, pulling away. Your smile fell the second you saw his face.

There were tear steaks cutting through a thin layer of dirt, and you watch as another falls and trails down his cheek. You wiped the other away and smiled sadly at him. “Need help getting to your place?”

He shook his head. “I’m okay.”

Liar. You had to bite your lip to prevent yourself from saying it. You forced another smile and stood up. “Okay, then you can shower here. Chance for you to use my shampoo since you like it so much.”

The second you heard the shower turn on you opened your Spider-News tab and started scrolling, looking for any clues. It had become a horrible habit, but you could not help it. Your search was unsuccessful, though. There was no breaking news for you to discover, no sighting of Spider-Man at all that day.

So where the hell was he going?

——— * * * ———

You asked him three days later, when you found him curled up outside your bedroom door with Moony on a Tuesday morning. After making sure he was okay you scolded him for scaring you, and he was so ashamed he refused to meet your gaze.

“Didn’t wanna wake you up,” he yawned. He was not hurt, but the bags under his eyes were more defined. “Moony kept me company.” An unhelpful meow from Moony, which you ignored. She spoiled him too much.

He insisted on making you breakfast before you left for class, and knowing he would keep insisting if you did not back down, you let him. You kept a watchful eye on him as he made your eggs, making sure he was wincing with certain movements or limping. But he looked perfectly fine.

“Where’d you go?”

His back was turned away from you, so you could not see his expression. You were not sure if you preferred that.

“Out patrolling,” he said, turning the stove off and moving your eggs to a plate. “Following a lead.”

He sat down and ate with you, refusing to meet your gaze.

“Why can’t you tell me?” If you were going to ask, might as well push as much as you could.

“I want to,” he said, setting down his fork and finally looking up. His eyes were dull with weariness. None of the bright energy usually in them to be seen. “But it’s too dangerous right now.”

“Are you being safe?” you said, trying hard to keep your voice from shaking.

He nodded. “Promise.”

Was he lying again?

“Okay. I trust you.”

Did you?

You stayed awake as long as you could that night, but you never heard him come back to his apartment, and he was not outside your bedroom door when you woke up the next morning either. You scrabbled to get dressed and rushed to the library, but every step you took away from your apartment filled your stomach with more and more dread.

He was not at your usual spot at the library. And you knew he would not be waiting in your kitchen when you got back.

So where the hell was he?

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sparring partner — pro hero!sero hanta x pro hero!reader

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“Rough day?”

You sigh, not even bothering to turn towards the voice. “Yep. You?”

“Yeah,” Sero replies, grinning at you and taking his position behind the punching bag, bracing himself.

It’s your second time seeing Sero at the gym that week, so you can only imagine how his weeks going. Yours, not so great.

You tell Serp about it as you hit the punching bag, and he adds in his own comments. You smirk when he actually stumbles back at one of your stronger kicks, and he just rolls his eyes at you.

You met him a year ago, when he was training by himself on one of the simulator dummies they had at the gym. He was beating the hell out of it, and you could tell he was bored. So you offered to spar with him. Offer him a real opponent.

You’ve worked out and sparred together at least once a week since then, catching each other up on gossip from your respective agencies.

“She totally slept with her,” Sero said as you switched spots. Now it was your turn to listen as he hit. “There’s just no way they haven’t done it,”

“What are you, a teenager?”

You regret goading him, because he punches the bag harder than he normally does and it’s your turn to take a step back. “You asshat.”

He laughs, and you have to look down at your shoes. The way his eyes crinkle up when he laughs, how wide his smile is, his goddamn eyes—it’s his fault you have a massive crush on him. Getting to punch him once a week definitely helps channel your rage about it.

You’re looking forward to boxing with him and you hurry him along to the small ring in another one of the rooms. He’s talking about an event he has to go to for his agency as you both put your gloves on, and you’re so focused on putting them on securely that you barely register the question he asks you.

“So, want to be my plus one?”

You pause in the tightening of your gloves before maintaining your composure.

“To the gala?”

“Yeah! Could be fun. There’s an open bar, and a few other agencies go. Denki will be there, you can finally meet him and he can suck it because he’s convinced I made you up,” and he’s smiling at you again, and how can you say no to him when he’s looking at you like that?

“Okay, I’ll go with you,” you smile back at him. “If you can get five hits on me.”

“You better start planning your outfit,” Sero smirks, and you just laugh as you both make your way into the ring. “I’m going to date the hell out of you this weekend.”

“Oh so it’s a date?” you ask, putting your arms up and raising your eyebrows at him. “Thought I was your plus one?”

“My special plus one,” he says, still smirking at you. “I look hot in a suit, there’s no way you’ll turn me down when I officially ask you out at the gala. Think of it as our warm up date.”

“Five hits,” you remind him. But you can’t stop smiling and picturing him in a suit, because you’re positive he looks great in one. “I’ll go easy on you.”

He takes you shopping later that week, and you pick out matching outfits for the gala, where he does ask you out and where he does ‘date the hell out of you.’

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what are we? — todoroki shoto x reader

prompt: "i'm sick of playing this game with you." "what game?" "the game where we pretend we don't like each other." college au

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“Shoto’s coming.”

“Shit.”

You scrambled to your feet from your previously comfortable position on the armchair, searching desperately for a way out. Tsyuyu just watched you from above her book, eyes crinkled with mirth.

“Tsyuyu, do you know if—” he stopped when he saw you, eyes narrowing. “What’re you doing?”

You crouched down further behind the armchair, as though you could disappear into the bookshelf behind you. “Nothing.”

He paused and you stayed frozen in your position, waiting to see what he’d do. But he ignored you, turning back to Tsyuyu to ask about some homework problem they’d been working on the day before.

They kept talking, Todoroki taking the armchair across from you next to her. Refusing to backdown and abandon your corner of the library, you settled back into your seat and went back to your book, soon becoming lost in it and forgetting he was even there.

Until you realized it was a bit too quiet, even for the library. Tsuyu usually listened to music, and her headphones were a little broken so you could always hear a little bit of it playing. But that familiar muted sound was gone. You put your book down and looked up to meet Todoroki’s gaze. He quickly looked away, back to his own book. But you’d caught him.

“What’re you looking at?” you snapped, face warming.

He didn’t respond.

You huffed, picking your book back up. You considered leaving, but really, he should be the one to leave. This was your corner.

“I’m sick of playing this game with you,” he said. Just as you were getting back into your book. Really, the nerve of this boy.

“What game?” you asked, deciding to humor him.

“The game where we pretend we don't like each other."

You nearly dropped your book. But your recovery was quick.

“Like you? Me?” you covered your smile with your hand.

But Todoroki’s gaze was unwavering. He furrowed his eyebrows a little, as though you were doing something confusing. He was the one being weird—your reaction was perfectly sane.

“Yes.”

You stared back. If this was a challenge you weren’t going to lose.

“And what makes you say that?”

“If you wanted me gone you would’ve gotten rid of me ten minutes ago.”

It’d been ten minutes? Had you really been sitting peacefully with him for that long? Normally you couldn’t go five minutes without squabbling with one another. It drove your friends crazy.

You couldn’t really remember when it had started, only that you weren’t going to be the one to back down.

But this had caught you off guard, and you saw Todoroki’s eyes flicker with amusement as he stared back at you. “Realizing, are we?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you huffed, picking your book up and holding it over your face to hide from his view. Was it warm in here?

“Okay,” Todoroki said. Was he smiling? Why could you hear it in his tone? “Then you won’t mind if I stay?”

“Do what you want,” you replied, waving a hand at him. Still not trusting yourself to put the book down.

“I always do.”

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spider boy — spider-man!midoriya izuku x reader

synopsis:   you’ve talked to your neighbor a few times before and have waved at him on campus. But you’ve noticed he keeps really weird hours, sometimes hearing him go into his apartment at ungodly hours of the night. So when spider-man enters your apartment one night, it’s easy for you to connect the dots from there. 

content warnings: mentions of blood/injuries, hints of angst, hurt/comfort

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author’s note: I believe in spider-man!deku supremacy :)

part 1 of the spider boy series

“Spider-man does it again! Only three blocks from the UA university campus, the masked hero—”

“You’re a spider-man fan?”

You jumped, almost dropping your phone and falling off of the bench in the process. 

“Midoriya! You scared me.”

He laughed and you paused the video you were watching, a news clip from this morning. He settled down beside you on the bench, taking a sip of his iced coffee as he did. 

“Yeah, I guess I am a fan,” you said. “Campus PD sucks and I think it’s funny a spider guy is more reliant than all of them put together.”

You both shared a laugh. 

“I have to get to class,” Midoriya sighed, not making any movements to get up from the bench. “How’s Moony?”

“She’s great, thanks for asking,” you said, smiling back at him. Because Midoriya was the definition of a perfect neighbor. He had introduced himself when you first moved in and he saw the small cat carrier with a little black kitten, Moony, inside of it. From there it had been a pleasant acquaintanceship between the two of you. 

“I’ll see you later, then,” he said, really standing up this time. “Bye!”

You waved goodbye as he left, then turned back to the video. 

A thief had been running loose on campus for the last week, snatching cell phones and wallets from unsuspecting students on their way to class. Campus PD had found the thief this morning, literally on their doorstep with a sticky note that had a spider sketch stuck on his face. 

A smaller feat of Spider-Man’s, but a good one nonetheless. 

During your first lecture of the day you could see other people were watching the same video and reading the accompanying article. It was the first time Spider-Man had acted so close to campus, practically on the grounds of it considering where he had turned in the thief. 

The person in front of you had a Reddit post pulled up, and you had to bite your cheek to refrain from laughing as you read the title. Spider boy or whatever is totally a UA student. Here’s my proof!!!!

Finding the professor’s lecture increasingly dry and dull, you decided to pull up the Reddit tab on your own laptop so you could read it, too. 

By the time the lecture was over you had read the entire post (it was surprisingly long) and all of the comments underneath it, half-convinced of the theory yourself. It made some reasonable arguments—Spider-Man stuck to the surrounding city, usually went around at night, rarely seen throughout the day—keeping with the schedule of a college student. Sticking to the surrounding city pointed to the fact that he lived near campus. And the latest crime he’d solved was the cherry on top, because the alerts about it had gone out to all campus members since the incidents were contained to the campus. 

The dull lecture came with dull readings, which you idly flipped through later that night. It was nearing 1 am, but sleep had not yet found you, and even the reading was not putting you to sleep. 

You must’ve dozed off on your tiny kitchen table, Moony curled up on the chair next to you, because her surprised meow and the sound of a door closing close by woke you up a few hours later. Your phone lit up with an email notification (professors were truly unhinged with their work hours) and you were able to see the time without lifting your head up from the table. 4 am. 

The door that had closed and woken you and Moony up had been Midoriya’s, you realized even in your half-asleep state. Occasionally the sound would wake you up, but you never minded it much and usually rolled over and fell back asleep. 

This time you had to drag yourself over to your bed, and you could vaguely hear Midoriya moving around next door. What business he had this early in the morning you never knew. He seemed pretty normal, and you always assumed he was fond of late library study sessions. Even if it was not exactly exam season. But then again, he was a biochem major, you mused. 

You fell asleep wondering about this and woke up five hours later to the sound of your blaring alarm. It snapped you awake, enough to hear a thud from next door. Did Midoriya fall out of bed?

The day passed as usual. You went to class, took half-hearted notes (it was hard to focus at this point in the semester—everyone was already burnt out) came home and ate dinner with Moony, and cuddled up on the couch together to do your readings. 

This time you were ready to pass out outside of the warm embrace of your bed, so you’d done your nightly routine and brought over blankets to the couch, ready for sleep to come whenever it was ready. 

The sound that woke you up this time was much louder. And Moony hissed. 

She never hissed. 

You froze from your curled-up position on the couch, eyes still heavy with sleep and senses scrambling to catch up with your brain and racing heart. The coffee table was right across from you, and by some miracle, you’d been sipping on a lemonade earlier—one in a glass bottle. 

As swiftly as you could, you untangled yourself from the blankets and grabbed the lemonade bottle, wielding it in front of you like a sword.

It slipped from your grasp when you saw who was standing in front of you, next to your open window you always kept closed, scared Moony would climb out. 

As if on reflex, as if he expected you to drop your weapon, Spider-Man shot a web just as it slipped from your fingers, catching it in his hands before you could even register you had dropped it.

Moony, who had been very annoyed at being woken up just a minute ago, was now rubbing her head on his shins affectionately. 

“Moony,” you whispered. “Get away from him.”

“It’s okay!” Spider-Man said, mirroring your whisper. “I’m not here to hurt anyone.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Then why did you break into my apartment?” You looked around for your phone, or another potential weapon. Instead, your gaze found the small digital clock you kept on a shelf near the door, the bright green numbers clearing away the fogginess of sleep. 

It was 4am. 

You could not help the gasp that escaped you. 

“Midoriya?”

The effect was instantaneous. Spider-Man’s entire body language changed, that much you could tell, even in the dark. He took a step away from you, back toward the window, shoulders tense. 

“What?” he said. Trying hard to keep his voice steady, even deepening it a little. But you knew it was him. 

“Did you think this was your apartment?” You were connecting the dots now. “This is why you always come back so late.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, inching towards the window. “I just got a little lost. Thought this place was empty.”

“You’re bleeding,” you said, pointing at the gash in his arm as though he had not noticed it himself. “Why’re you bleeding?”

Moony meowed, as though echoing your question. She was still close to him, and leaned forward to rub her head against his shin again. 

This seemed to break him—his shoulders drooped and he let out a long exhale. He reached up and pulled the mask off, and you gasped again. 

The left side of his face was covered in bruises, his eye starting to swell a bit. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, glancing down at Moony. 

“Smart cat. She recognized me.” You winced and instinctively moved toward him when he tried to smile and grimaced at the action. 

“Sit down, please,” you said, remembering to speak quietly. “You can’t die in my apartment. You can’t.”

“I won’t,” he said, letting you manhandle him into sitting on the couch. “Promise.”

“If you thought this was your apartment you’re definitely concussed,” you said, reaching up to move his curls aside, careful not to touch his face. The bruises covered his entire left side, also the side his arm was bleeding. “What happened to you?”

You snatched your hand away when he realized he was frozen, eyes to the side where your hand was. 

“I got thrown into a wall,” he said, smiling again. A smaller grimace this time. “I’m really sorry.” 

“You’re sorry for being thrown into a wall?” You shuffled to the kitchen to grab the tiny first aid kit you kept there. It was dusty and unused and consisted mainly of bandaids, something you started laughing at a little hysterically as you opened it on the couch, in between you and Midoriya. He’d leaned back onto the couch, breathing evened out. He was lying so still you thought he was sleeping, until he turned his head to see what you were laughing at. 

“I only have bandaids,” you said, still laughing a little. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh,” he said. “Oh, I didn’t mean…” he started laughing. Quietly, then a little louder until you were both giggling and suppressing loud laughs. 

“It’s okay,” he said, catching his breath again. “Can you help me get to my place? I’m used to patching myself up.” 

It took five minutes, but eventually, you both managed to get out your front door, coaxing Moony to stay inside. Midoriya had one of his arms draped around your shoulder, keeping him upright. He had reassured you plenty of times as you both shuffled out the door that he was fine, he had been through worse. Which only made you feel worse. 

His apartment was the exact same layout as yours, though a little messier, which he apologized for. There were notes all over his kitchen table, his couch was covered in blankets. You had a feeling he was prone to falling asleep all over his apartment like you did.  

“Thank you,” he said once he had settled down on his couch. “I’m really sorry, again.”

“I know,” you said, sitting down beside him. You stared at the clock directly across from you, above his small TV. “I’m sorry for figuring out who you are.”

Another small laugh from him. “S’okay.” he shifted to look at you, and you mirrored him. It would have felt awkward being this close to someone you knew more in passing a day ago, but you felt as though this entire experience had automatically made the two of you friends. A trauma bond, of sorts. “You won’t tell anyone?”

You smiled back at him. “Promise.”

You didn’t remember getting back to your apartment, only that it took a lot of convincing on Midoriya’s part. The second you woke up (on your couch) you rushed to get out the door and knock on Midoriya’s until he opened, if anything to confirm you had not dreamed anything that had happened. But before you could get your slippers on, you saw a small note on the floor in front of the door. 

Two spiders drawn holding hands, with “friends?” written underneath.

You slid it back under his door with your own addition — a drawing of a cat and “friends” written underneath his question. 

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“Trauma bond?”

“Yeah,” you said, shoving at his shoulder and ignoring his fake wince. “Am I wrong?”

“No,” he agreed, petting a meowing Moony in his lap. He was frowning down at her, and you had been around him long enough to know something was wrong. 

It had been over a month since the break-in incident (which Midoriya was still apologizing for) and you had grown used to each other’s company. It had started off small—seeing him in the library during the day, studying quietly next to him. Stifling your laughter when he slid a spider doodle across the table to you. 

After that, you noticed him around campus more often. You had always greeted him when he crossed your path, stopping to make small talk. But now you actually talked about things of substance. Setting up study sessions, inviting him over to play with Moony, exchanging recipes and even starting to cook at each other’s apartments. 

“Is my pasta not good?” you said. Moony meowed, echoing your question from his lap. 

“It could use some pepper,” he said, smiling teasingly at you. “No, it’s good. Just a rough night.”

“Wanna talk about it?” you said. 

“S’okay,” he said. “We’re trauma bonded enough.” You felt a pang of guilt at the sadness in his tone. 

“Midoriya—” 

“Thank you for the pasta,” he said. “I can help with the dishes.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. “You know we’re friends friends, right?”

He nodded. “I’m messing with you.”

“You little shit!” he laughed as you set your dishes down in the sink, shoving him slightly. He smiled slyly at you. He seemed like the perfect boy next door, but he was really a little shit. And he was the perfect boy next door. 

“I haven’t heard you come back late in a while,” you said. He turned to look at you from his place at the sink, eyebrows raised. 

“You wait up for me?”

“No!” you said indiginantly. “It just used to wake us up.” 

“Really? I’m sorry.”

“S’okay,” you said. “But you have to wake me up if you’re hurt really bad, okay? Even if it’s just to sit with you.”

A small noise of acknowledgement from Midoriya. 

“What was that?”

“Promise.” 

Satisfied, you got up from your place at the table, letting him finish up the dishes. “Are you going out tonight?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Sorry in advance about the early morning wake up call.”

He still would not tell you where he went. But the news reports the next day served as the answers to your questions. A crime solved here, a criminal turned in there. The Spider-Man news page, ran by dedicated fans, was bookmarked on your computer and one of your most visited tabs. On nights when you couldn’t sleep and didn’t know where he was, you would refresh it every few minutes, waiting for an update. 

Sometimes he would go during the day, and when you would get back from class he would be there on your couch with Moony, napping. You would sit on the opposite end and wait for him to wake up, then decide on what to make for lunch together. Not talking about the new bruise on his arm or the new cut on his leg. If he brought it up you knew it was okay to talk about it, but usually you both talked about normal topics. Avoiding the giant spider in the room. 

“All done!” he said, falling down on the couch beside you. Reaching to pet Moony, who was cuddled up on your lap. Arm muscles flexing, hands softly running through Moony’s fur. It was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore how jacked he was. Especially when he was literally always stripping in your apartment, changing from his suit into his regular clothes. Letting you sneak glances at his back, his chest. 

“Take a nap,” you blurted. “If you’re going to be out tonight. You need to rest.”

“I will,” he said, smiling up at you. “Don’t worry.”

“I’m not!” you said, huffing. “You better not visit me tonight. I expect you to kick ass and come back with no injuries.”

“‘Kay,” he said. “See you tomorrow?” You nodded and watched him dramatically sigh, throwing his head back on the couch before getting up and shuffling to the door. 

The rest of your evening was spent anxiously trying to distract yourself. There was a nagging feeling in the back of your head, in the pit of your stomach. After finishing your homework and realizing it was hours before your usual bedtime, you cleaned your apartment. Reorganized, moved things around. 

You decided to settle on the couch for the night. Better place to hear Midoriya come back. 

The sound that jolted you awake a couple hours later was louder than usual, and it woke you up quicker. A quick glance at your clock let you know it was only 1am.

“Midoriya?” you said quietly, sitting up. “You okay?”

He was standing near your window, at almost the exact same spot as a month before, when he had first broken in. 

“No,” he said. Voice hoarse and almost too quiet for you to hear. 

You were up and leading him over to the couch in an instant. His mask was already off, clutched in between his fingers

“Are you hurt?” you said, patting down his arms and running your fingers over his face softly, scared to touch a bruise or aggravate a cut. A shake of his head. 

You gently took the mask from him, setting it down on the coffee table with one hand, the other gripping his hands tightly. “Want to talk about it?”

He nodded, squeezing your hands back. “Later.”

“Okay,” you said, scooting closer to him on the couch so your shoulders pressed together. “I’m here, okay? It’s okay.”

You were ready when his shoulders started shaking and he slid into your hug, staining your shirt with his tears. You ran your hands through his hair, rubbing your fingers along the nape of his neck. Repeating the phrase over and over until it felt like you were trying to convince yourself of the same thing. 

The bruises were on his side this time—no cuts deep enough to warrant him going back to his apartment to patch himself up. You helped him get his suit off slowly. The tears hadn’t stopped, and yours had started fifteen minutes after his. It hurt to see him like this and not know how to help. Knowing all you could do was help him get back to his apartment and keep his secret.

“Can I stay?” he said. He was holding the top half of his suit to his chest, hugging it. 

“Yeah, course you can,” you said. “I’ll get you some clothes.”

Moony walked out of your room with an annoyed meow. She had been sleeping, but once she spotted Midoriya she happily sauntered over, already purring. 

Once he had changed into the clothes his eyes started to droop, and you started convincing him to sleep in your room. He kept shaking his head, until he finally told you, “Don’t want to be alone.” 

“Okay, I’ll stay with you,” you said. Slipped out so easily you had no time to realize you had said it until he nodded and you were walking into your room and settling under the covers, Midoriya turning to face you, lashes wet with tears.

“I’m not leaving,” you said, reaching to intertwine your fingers with his. “You’re okay. We’re okay.”

He blinked slowly at you, sleep making his eyes heavy. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

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