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Rage

You turned the full weight of your rage onto him, and he stumbled back. “Don't fucking speak. It's my turn to talk." His face was pale now. You almost pitied him. Almost.

Hanta Sero x GN Reader (ft. Denki, Kirishima)

wc. 592

tw. cheating, emotional manipulation, reference to sex, sero is a piece of shit, reader is an asshole but rightfully so

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Kirishima’s voice still echoed in your skull.

“I didn’t want to be the one to tell you."

The words curled in your ears like smoke. Bitter and suffocating.

"I'm really sorry.."


And now here you stood, in the last rays of sunset, fury crackling in your veins. You could kill.

You found him with Denki. Of course. Sero was laughing — that same laugh that used to unravel knots in your chest. It felt like a stab now.

“Hanta.” you said. The word fell sharp like glass.

Sero looked over. He smiled. Like he hadn’t had his head thrown back and his hand in someone else's hair.

“Hey, wh-" he began.

“Don’t.” A simple word, but it slammed the air flat. Denki raised a brow. Sero blinked. You stepped closer, a storm bottled in human shape.
“Go ahead,” you said, voice low, shaking with restraint. “Tell me who it was.”

His mouth opened, but you cut him off.
“No, wait. Let me guess. Some faceless girl with soft lips and low standards. Was she easy? Was it easy, Hanta?”

Denki raised his hands like you were armed.

“Y/N, maybe you should sit down,” Denki said. You turned on him, eyes sharp enough to draw blood.
“You don’t get to speak.”

He went silent. Guilty is always the quietest man in the room.

“You knew,” you hissed, stepping toward him. “You knew what he did. Who it was with. You looked me in the face. Ate dinner next to me. Joked with me. And the whole time, you knew.”

He swallowed hard. “I didn’t want to get in the middle—”

“You were already in it!” your voice cracked open, raw and blood-hot.

Sero stepped forward like an idiot, like he still thought you were soft. “Y/N—”

You turned the full weight of your rage onto him, and he stumbled back. “Don't fucking speak. It's my turn to talk."

His face was pale now. You almost pitied him. Almost.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” you spat. A sigh escaped you and you hissed, "Was it good? Was it wonderful and fantastic? Did they such your cock so much better than I ever could?"

“I was drunk,” he said, small, broken. His hands were shaking now. Good. “It didn’t mean anything—”

You stepped so close he had to stop breathing. “It meant everything to me.”

The silence that followed felt like a funeral.

“I made a mistake,” he whispered.

“No,” you said, and the word carved the air in two. “A mistake is forgetting a date. Not sending a 'good morning' message. You made a choice."

Denki tried again, “Maybe… maybe we can just talk this out—”

You turned to him, voice laced with venom. "Kaminari, shut the fuck up.”

He flinched. Said nothing else. You looked at Sero again.

“I would’ve forgiven anything,” you said, quieter now. “But not this.”

“I regret it,” he whispered, desperate. “I do. Every second.”

“No,” you said. “No, you don't."

And the thing was — he looked sorry. He did. Eyes glassy, shoulders sagging, like he finally saw the grave he’d dug. But regret is cheap.

“Baby, please,” he said, voice breaking. “I love you.."

You exhaled, slow and steady, as if you could breathe the fire back into your lungs.
“Don't call me that,” you said.

The silence after that wasn’t empty. It was heavy. And then, softly: “You don't love me."

You stepped back and turned away. Didn’t look when his knees buckled. Didn’t look when Denki called after you.

Asshole.

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The Peace Of Love

His smile was slow, radiant, and genuine. He reached out, taking your hand gently. His touch was steady and warm, anchoring you in the moment.

Tenya Iida x Male Reader

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tw. implied sexual content, romantic tension, reader has low self esteem, iida is a romantic, gays in love

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You had always thought you knew Tenya Iida. The precise, earnest, by-the-book class president who lived and breathed rules and responsibility. You never thought much about his personal life—he never gave you reason to. Not that you thought much about anyone’s personal lives. You kept to yourself, quietly drifting through the days, weighed down by the heavy cloud of your own insecurities.

Iida had always been the embodiment of discipline and determination, never once giving a hint that he might be anything other than strictly focused on school and hero work. So when he appeared in front of you one afternoon, holding a bouquet of delicate blue and white flowers and a box of chocolates, you blinked, caught completely off guard.

“Is this... for me?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, cheeks flushed beneath his glasses. “Yes. I wanted to give these to you.” His usual confident posture softened, and you saw a nervousness you’d never witnessed before. “I also wanted to say something important.”

Your heart beat unevenly, a mix of confusion and something like hope swirling inside you.

“I like you,” he said simply, his voice steady but vulnerable. “More than a friend.”

The shock was immediate. You froze, caught in the gravity of his words. Iida liked you? And, more than that, you realized suddenly that he was confessing his feelings, romantic feelings, toward you. You’d never even considered that possibility.

A thousand thoughts raced through your head. Was he joking? But his eyes were sincere and full of quiet hope. No hint of jest. No hesitation. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“I… I didn’t know you liked guys,” you admitted softly, your voice barely audible.

He nodded. “I haven’t told many people. I didn’t know if I could say it… until now.”

Something tender bloomed in your chest, a warmth that pushed back the cold grip of loneliness. Your walls cracked, and for the first time in a long while, you dared to imagine that you weren’t as invisible as you thought.

His smile was slow, radiant, and genuine. He reached out, taking your hand gently. His touch was steady and warm, anchoring you in the moment.

Later that evening, in the quiet sanctuary of your room, the two of you sat close on your bed. The nervous energy from earlier softened into something calm and intimate. Iida’s hands were careful, respectful, brushing over your skin like a promise of safety.

He leaned in slowly, and his lips met yours in a kiss that was soft and unhurried. You closed your eyes, letting the moment wash over you. His warmth wrapped around you like a shield against your darkest fears.

You felt your walls begin to crumble, piece by piece, as he traced gentle patterns on your arm and whispered quiet words of reassurance. There was no rush, only a tender exploration of trust.

When your clothes slipped away, it wasn’t hurried or clumsy. Iida’s touch was reverent, as if learning the contours of your body was an act of devotion. You moved together slowly. It wasn’t about heat or passion but about love.

You let yourself lean into him, feeling cherished for the first time. The self-loathing that had shadowed you for so long didn’t disappear overnight, but with every touch, every whispered word, it softened.

Afterward, wrapped in each other’s arms, you rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. You felt safe. You felt wanted. At peace, finally.

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Don't Turn Away

Because you loved him. With a love so deep, so stubborn, it didn’t need to be returned. It just needed space. Room to exist.

Tenya Iida x Male Reader

wc. 564

tw. emotional themes, internalised pain, unrequited love, no happy ending, gay male reader, straight Iida

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It was always loudest when he was near.

The way his voice rang out in the halls, cutting through the noise like a bell. The way his footsteps marched to some internal rhythm—structured, sure, unapologetically precise. Tenya Iida was a storm of order, and he had no idea that he left chaos in his wake. Not for everyone. Just for you.

You’d grown used to the ache. The sharp, persistent kind that clung to your ribs whenever he smiled. The kind that bloomed, unwelcome, every time he looked your way—not with desire, not even suspicion, just... casual kindness. Affectionate, friendly. Innocent.

You hated it.

Not because it was cruel. But because it wasn’t. He was never cruel. He was everything good and golden and impossible. And he would never be yours.

There were no secrets, not really. You hadn’t told anyone. You didn’t need to. Your feelings were carved into everything you did—how your eyes tracked him across the training field, how you laughed a little too easily at his rigid jokes, how your voice always softened when you said his name.

But he didn’t see it. Why would he? Tenya Iida wasn’t gay. He wasn’t confused or questioning or even curious. He was solid in the way only someone untouched by that kind of longing could be. Comfortable. Secure.

And straight.

That word never used to hurt before you met him. You remembered the day you knew for certain. Some group outing, some offhand conversation, just classmates joking around. Iida had laughed, cheeks red behind his glasses, and said something about how “he hoped to meet a strong woman one day.” That was all. Just words. Just a future that didn’t have space for you.

You smiled and nodded. And then, later that night, you locked the dorm bathroom door and bit your fist so hard trying not to cry that your knuckles stayed bruised for days.

No one asked. You were thankful.

You never confessed. You never would. Not because you were afraid of rejection—but because you weren’t afraid of it. You already lived with it. You woke up with it every morning. Slept beside it every night. You carried it like second skin, worn thin and familiar.

Sometimes, you wondered if it would’ve been easier if he were cruel. If he mocked you. Turned away in disgust. But Iida would never do that. He would be empathetic, even in rejection. So instead, you waited for the ache to fade. It didn’t. You waited for time to take its toll and erode the hope you kept buried in your chest. It hadn’t.

And still, every day, you stayed close. Not too close. Just close enough to hear his voice. Close enough to laugh at his side, to brush shoulders in training, to watch the sun catch in his hair and pretend you didn’t care.

You told yourself it was enough, and maybe it was. Because you loved him. With a love so deep, so stubborn, it didn’t need to be returned. It just needed space. Room to exist.

You didn’t need him to love you back. You just needed him not to turn away.

And so, you waited. Silently. Forever, if you had to. Because some people weren’t meant to be held. Some were just meant to be seen from afar—like constellations.

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Being Able To Say, Love And Do Without Regret

He didn’t say it back right away. He just looked at you. Studied the softness of your eyes, the curve of your smile, the way your thumb gently rubbed against his skin. Then he kissed your wrist. Light, trembling. Like prayer. "I love you too.."

Amajiki Tamaki x GN Reader

wc. 678

tw. no reader quirk mentioned, tamaki is love drunk, fluff, little dialogue

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Tamaki had never been good with words.

He could speak them, sure, but they always came out wrong—shaky, uncertain, drenched in anxiety and second-guesses. He spoke best in the language of silence: the brush of his hand against yours when you walked beside him, the way his eyes lingered when you laughed, the way he offered the last bite of takoyaki without a single word.

And you understood that language fluently.

He still didn’t understand how. How someone like you—light in human form—could fall for someone like him. He often stared at the ceiling late at night, turning over every memory in his mind like rocks under water. He'd find flaws in each one. That time he flinched when you reached for him too fast. That time he got so nervous he forgot your birthday. That time he didn’t say "I love you" back right away—not because he didn’t feel it, but because it stuck, heavy and warm, in his chest like molasses.

You'd smiled anyway.

That night, curled into his side as if nothing was wrong, you whispered, "You don't have to say it until you're ready."

He wanted to scream it. But all he could do was nod, heart pounding in his throat.

So he showed you. Every day. In the way he held his umbrella over your head when it rained, even if it meant his shoulder got soaked. In the way he remembered how you liked your tea, how he noticed when your shoes were untied and crouched down to fix them before you could trip.

And every time he slipped up—because he always did—you never got angry. Not once. Even when he overcooked dinner and the kitchen smelled like burned tofu, you just laughed and ordered food instead. Even when he got so nervous meeting your family that he tripped and spilled water down his front, you just handed him a napkin and kissed his cheek.

Sometimes, after those moments, he’d quietly retreat into himself, slumped on the couch with his head in his hands. And you’d always find him.

He wouldn't even have to say it.

"Promise you aren't mad..." he'd ask, barely above a whisper, the shame curling around his words like smoke.

And you'd always answer the same way, wrapping your arms around him without hesitation.

"I promise."

That was the kind of love you gave him. Steady. Forgiving. Not loud or overwhelming. Just… soft, and sure. And in that quiet love, Tamaki began to feel like maybe—just maybe—he didn’t have to be perfect to be worthy.

He’d still mess up. Still stumble over his own words, still forget where he put his keys, still feel like he was too much or not enough. But you'd look at him like he was everything.

Once, when the evening light poured through the window just right, casting gold across your face as you laughed at something he said—something he hadn’t even meant to be funny—he stared at you like he was seeing a miracle.

You reached over, touching his face gently, brushing a strand of hair away from his cheek. He leaned into it before he could stop himself.

“Love you,” you whispered, as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

He didn’t say it back right away. He just looked at you. Studied the softness of your eyes, the curve of your smile, the way your thumb gently rubbed against his skin. Then he kissed your wrist. Light, trembling. Like prayer.

Later that night, when you were already asleep in his arms, he whispered into your hair, barely audible:

"I love you too.."

It wasn’t perfect. But it was real. And it was enough.

For once, he felt like maybe he could stop holding his breath.

Because with you, he was learning—slowly, quietly—what it meant to be loved without condition. What it meant to be forgiven before asking, to be accepted even on the worst days.

To love, and be loved, and do it all without regret.

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The Dog That Weeps After It Kills Is No Better Than The Dog That Doesn't

You weren't going to save him. But he'd make you try.

Tomura Shigaraki x GN Reader

wc. 326

tw. nsfw, implied noncon, one shot, porn without a plot, non explicit smut, mention of death, quirkless reader, shigaraki is pathetic

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“I’m sorry.”

It was a rare sight.

“I’m sorry.”

It got more surprising the more it happened.

“I’m sorry.”

To see someone in such a powerful yet vulnerable position.

“I’m fucking sorry.”

It was astonishing.

“I’m so fucking sorry.”

Though he was in control, you’d never guess by the way he was begging for forgiveness.

“I’m so sorry.”

It was almost pathetic.

“Please..”

Small drops of water hit your neck where his face was buried.

“Please..”

His fingers were placed tactically around your waist, three fingers pinning you down, the others curled into his palm.

“Forgive me.”

Your hands were gripping tighter than his.

“I’m sorry.”

Both arms wrapped around his neck.

“I’m so sorry.”

One hand gripping his hair, the other digging into the skin above his collarbone.

“I’m so sorry.”

You can’t help but think how easy it’d be to choke him like this.

“Please."

Have his last breath be begging for your forgiveness.

“Please, please, please.”

Perhaps he’d welcome it.

“I’m sorry.”

His hips bucked up into you with rough vigour.

“Please.”

Maybe he liked it.

“I’m sorry."

Maybe he was just trying to get it over with.

“Please forgive me.”

Your own tears caught in your throat, forcing a choked sob out of you.

“I’m so sorry.”

He shifted his hips very slightly in an attempt to make it feel better.

“Please.”

For you or himself, you weren’t sure.

“God..”

Either way, he had you where he thought he wanted you.

“Please."

Helpless.

“I’m so fucking.."

Useless.

“Please.”

Quirkless.

“Just.."

Unable to do anything but what he needed you to do.

“Fuck!”

It wasn’t going to save him. You weren’t going to save him. He certainly wasn’t going to save you. But for a moment, for one moment, he could cry, beg, and feel like he was the victim. Feel like he was right. Regardless of who he had to taint. You weren’t going to save him. But he’d make you try.

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Amajiki Tamaki ⁀➴

Being Able To Say, Love And Do Without Regret

gn reader

He didn’t say it back right away. He just looked at you. Studied the softness of your eyes, the curve of your smile, the way your thumb gently rubbed against his skin. Then he kissed your wrist. Light, trembling. Like prayer. "I love you too.."

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Rage

gn reader

You turned the full weight of your rage onto him, and he stumbled back. “Don't fucking speak. It's my turn to talk." His face was pale now. You almost pitied him. Almost.

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You Are The Flesh Maggots Adore

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Don't Turn Away

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Because you loved him. With a love so deep, so stubborn, it didn’t need to be returned. It just needed space. Room to exist.

The Peace Of Love ୨ৎ

male reader

His smile was slow, radiant, and genuine. He reached out, taking your hand gently. His touch was steady and warm, anchoring you in the moment.

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The Dog That Weeps After It Kills Is No Better Than The Dog That Doesn't ୨ৎ

gn reader

You weren't going to save him. But he'd make you try.

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Hi! My name's Louise, I'm 17 years old and I've been writing for like 8 years now. I've only just recently gotten into fan fiction so I'm kinda hoping I'll be accepted here lol

My asks are always open!!

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My fandoms (pink are my mains!):

Boku No Hero Academia, Escaped Audios, Gav Va, Good Boy Audios, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Inside Job, Rick and Morty, Yuurivoice

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What I will/won't write:

I have practically no line in what I write. I'll write fluff, smut, angst, enemies to lovers, your oc x canon, canon x canon, reader x canon, reader x oc, dead dove.

I can't think of anything that I'm off limits to, and I think that's beautiful.

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Newest Works ⁀➴

Tenya Iida x Male Reader || Don't Turn Away (angst)

Tenya Iida x Male Reader || The Peace Of Love (light smut)

Hanta Sero x Reader || Rage (angst)

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Izuku Midoriya x Reader || You Are The Flesh Maggots Adore (dead dove)

Albus York x Reader || You Will Die In A World That Hates You (angst)

Charlie Morningstar x Reader x Vaggie || Weird Knowledge (fluff)

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