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AYEEEE~ for anyone’s information; I’m on hiatus until I get motivation. 😁….thanks for letting me share!

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I love how my katsuki fics are always my most popular lmao

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this isn't a request, i just want to say that the way you write rumi is so wholesome

Tysm!! Yeah, I’ve watched kpdh like 20 times LMAO she’s too much like me irl 😅

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RUMI WITH FEM! SLEEPY READER .

``✶ pairing: [k-pop demon hunters] rumi × fem! sleepy reader

``✶ inbox request: could do a kpop demon hunters rumi x fem!reader hc’s of a reader who enjoys taking naps like rumi could find r sleeping anywhere and even finding weirdest position to the point she asking “how!?”

``✶ a/n: hi..uhm..i’m gonna be posting all my inbox requests I have right now but i’m gonna take a break from writing. sry I just feel rlly burnt out from everything I’ve been dealing with. so I’m so sorry again guys. (also yes this format is different from my other hcs I just didn’t feel like thinking much. so, not my best work.)

▹ the first time rumi found you knocked out, you were asleep in the equipment closet, curled up between STACKS water bottles you somehow made as a shape of a somewhat bed (she stood there for five minutes trying to figure out how you even fit)

▹ she definitely doesn't take photos of you sleeping in weird positions (her phone gallery says otherwise)

▹ but seriously though, rumi freaks out every-time she doesn’t find you. mostly though, zoey and mira find you first but hide it from rumi to cause more chaos.

▹ one time, rumi found you napping in the tour bus luggage compartment and just stares in bewilderment like "how did you even get in there?!" while zoey and mira are laughing their asses off as seeing rumi so baffled

▹ after about the 30th time she found you in a blizzard location, she starts carrying a travel pillow specifically for when she finds you sleeping on concrete floors (because apparently that's comfortable to you somehow?)

▹ rumi doesn't find it adorable when you mumble her name in your sleep (she absolutely melts every time)

▹ rumi starts scheduling missions around your nap times because waking you up is like defusing a bomb of cuteness and she would feel really guilty about waking you up

▹ she’s completely fine with you sleeping, but she’s worried. what if a demon takes your soul and she wasn’t able to stop it?

▹ rumi doesn't keep a list of all the weird places she's found you sleeping (it's currently at 47 locations and counting)

▹ sometimes, you fall asleep mid-conversation about demon-takedown strategies and somehow stay balanced on one leg (rumi stares for ten minutes trying to understand your sleep superpowers)

▹ after a short period of time of you sleeping alot, rumi started leaving little snacks next to wherever you're sleeping because you always wake up hungry (and slightly confused about where you are)

▹ even if you fall asleep a lot, she still loves you very deeply and would slay as many demons as she could to make sure you sleep soundly <3.

⌗ taglist: @idexmids @siriuslyginnychase @eleteo125 @st4r-dustx @corpsebridenightamare @boreaswrites @bakugouswaif [OPEN]

⌗ mutuals: @haikyuubby @va-3 @tulippanes @luvseraphh @miss-indigen0us @cupkiki @par4disee [OPEN]

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idk if it’s just me but I feel like changing my username to a different one cause idk..it feels odd to have a name I’m slowly disliking.

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BRO I JUST HIT 500 FOLLOWERS.. 😧

TYSM TYSM TYSM TYSM

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If anyone’s been wondering why I haven’t been posting consistently, it’s cause I’m aggressively playing cookie run FUCKING kingdom cause I got gambled into it by my friend.

I think I’ve gotten addicted to it as you can notice….😔💔

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bro I just realized I haven’t made any fics except hcs for keigo and I feel SOO BAD OMG 😞

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RUMI RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS . [KPDH]

``✶ pairing: [k-pop demon hunters] rumi × fan! reader

``✶ trigger warnings: before-movie timeline, some ooc, fluff, mentions of violence, mentions of demons, identity concealment, mild stalking behavior, protective/possessive tendencies, anxiety/panic attacks

``✶ a/n: trying out a new layout how we feeling?? (tell me if it looks good or not in the comments/reblogs pleaseeee..)

⌗1 ⌇ FIRST TIME MEETING ！

▹ rumi literally trips over her own feet when she first spots you in the crowd at a huntr/x meet-and-greet because wow okay you're really cute and she was NOT prepared for this (zoey and mira are immediately like "why is our composed leader suddenly a mess??")

▹ she tries to play it cool when you approach for autographs but her demon-enhanced hearing picks up your heartbeat and she's like "oh no they're nervous" which makes HER nervous because what if you can sense something's off about her like the fact that she's literally half the thing her and her friends are supposed to be hunting that their loyal fans don’t even know about!

▹ you mention how huntr/x's music helped you through a tough time and rumi's chest does this weird fluttery thing that has nothing to do with her demon side and everything to do with how genuine you sound

▹ she finds herself lingering during your interaction, asking about your favorite songs and actually listening (not just the polite celebrity listening) while zoey gives her subtle "hurry up" gestures from behind you

▹ rumi slips and mentions a tiny detail about the song's creation that wasn't in any interviews before catching herself like "i mean… that's what i imagine the creative process was like haha" (you don't notice but she's internally screaming)

▹ when you leave, she realizes she forgot to actually sign your album because she was too busy memorizing your smile and definitely not thinking about how you smell really good in a way that makes her demon instincts go haywire

▹ she spends the next week checking the group's social media religiously hoping you'll post the selfie you took together (she screenshots it immediately when you do and may or may not have it as her lock screen now)

▹ rumi starts frequenting the coffee shop you mentioned loving, ordering the same drink you said was your favorite and sitting in the corner booth hoping to "accidentally" run into you (mira catches her doing this and is like "since when do you drink oat milk lattes??" and rumi's like "i'm… expanding my palate")

▹ when you finally show up, she knocks over her drink in excitement and you rush over to help clean it up, laughing about how clumsy you both are (if only you knew she tripped because your scent made her demon side recognize you instantly)

▹ she gives you her number "in case you ever want to talk about music or… anything really" and immediately panics about whether that was too forward (zoey finds her pacing their living room later muttering "what if they think i'm weird what if they can tell something's different about me")

⌗2⌇ FALLING IN LOVE ！

▹ rumi becomes the WORST at hiding her crush like she'll be in the middle of talking to reporters and suddenly zone out because she got a text from you (zoey has to elbow her back to reality while mira covers with some joke about rumi being "deep in artistic thought")

▹ she starts writing song lyrics about you but they're all weirdly specific like "your laugh sounds like sunlight through coffee shop windows" and the girls are like "who is this about??" and rumi's like "it's… metaphorical" (it's not)

▹ her demon side makes her ridiculously protective so when you mention someone at work being rude to you, she has to physically restrain herself from asking for their full name and address definitely not so she can pay them a friendly visit with her demon strength

▹ she memorizes your schedule without meaning to (enhanced memory is both a blessing and a curse) and starts timing her coffee runs for when you'll be there, then acts surprised every time like "oh wow what a coincidence!"

▹ rumi gets irrationally jealous when you mention hanging out with other people and has to excuse herself to go scream into a pillow because what right does she have to be jealous when she's literally lying about her entire existence??

▹ she starts buying two of everything "just in case" - two coffees, two pastries, two movie tickets - and when zoey asks why she's like "i just… like having options" (mira: "since when?")

▹ rumi becomes weirdly knowledgeable about your interests like you mention liking astronomy once and suddenly she's an expert on constellations (she definitely didn't spend her entire weekend reading about stars just to impress you)

▹ she starts having dreams about telling you the truth about what she is and they always end with you running away scared, so she wakes up in cold sweats and texts you good morning messages to make sure you're still talking to her

▹ when you compliment her outfit she literally glows (not metaphorically, like actually glows a little bit) and has to quickly excuse herself to the bathroom to get her demon side under control

▹ rumi writes your name in her notebook margins during meetings and draws little hearts around it, then scribbles them out in panic when mira tries to peek (mira definitely still saw and is filing this information away for later)

⌗3⌇ AS A SIGNIFICANT OTHER ！

▹ the first time you kiss her, rumi's demon side reacts and her eyes flash a different color for just a second (you think it's a trick of the light but she spends the next hour convinced she's ruined everything)

▹ she becomes the most attentive girlfriend ever because her enhanced senses mean she notices everything - when you're getting sick before you do, when you're stressed, when you haven't eaten enough (you think she's just really observant)

▹ rumi starts keeping human snacks in her bag at all times because she learned you get cranky when hungry and her demon side cannot handle you being upset (zoey's like "since when do you eat this much?" and rumi's like "i'm… bulking")

▹ she has to be really careful during physical affection because her demon strength means she could accidentally hurt you, so she's always super gentle and you think it's just because she's naturally tender (it is, but also she's terrified of losing control)

▹ movie nights are hilarious because rumi's enhanced hearing means she can hear jump scares coming from a mile away, so she always warns you right before they happen by suddenly hugging you "tighter" (you think she's just scared too)

▹ rumi becomes obsessed with protecting you but has to find normal ways to do it, like insisting on walking you home (definitely not because she can smell if anyone dangerous has been in the area) and giving you her jacket (totally not because it carries her scent and will deter any supernatural threats)

▹ she starts having mini panic attacks when you're late texting back because her demon side assumes the worst, but she has to play it cool and not seem clingy (zoey finds her refreshing her phone every thirty seconds like "maybe their battery died maybe they're just busy maybe they got kidnapped by demons and need me to save them")

▹ the first time you stay over, rumi doesn't sleep at all because she's terrified she'll shift in her sleep or accidentally hurt you, so she just watches you sleep with the softest expression (when you wake up and catch her she's like "you just looked so peaceful!")

▹ she starts leaving little protective charms around your apartment disguised as cute decorations you think she just bought because she has good taste (that succulent is actually warding off evil spirits but you don't need to know that)

▹ rumi becomes fluent in your love language almost immediately because her demon instincts are all about caring for her mate not that she can ever tell you that's what you are to her and you're amazed at how she always knows exactly what you need

▹ she starts planning your future together in her head but then remembers she's literally living a lie and has to excuse herself to go cry in the bathroom while zoey and mira are like "why has rumi been so emotional lately??"

▹ the day you tell her you love her, rumi's demon side purrs (she quickly covers it with a cough) and she says it back so fast she almost trips over the words because she's been feeling it for months but didn't know if it was too soon

▹ she keeps a secret folder on her phone of all your pictures together labeled "reasons to keep fighting" because being with you makes her want to be better at balancing both sides of herself and maybe someday she'll be brave enough to tell you the truth, and maybe, get rid of this side of herself for good after restoring the honmoon.

⌗ taglist: @idexmids @siriuslyginnychase @eleteo125 @st4r-dustx @corpsebridenightamare @boreaswrites @bakugouswaif [OPEN]

⌗ mutuals: @haikyuubby @va-3 @tulippanes @luvseraphh @miss-indigen0us @cupkiki @par4disee [OPEN]

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© KENZDOLLS 2025 . do not copy, translate, or plagiarize my work in anyway including the use of ai onto any other social media platforms or it will permit an instant block on all platforms.

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LOOK AT HIM!!!

HE'S MY BOY OMG HE'S SO FIT LOOK HOW FIT HE IS

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ayeee, I’m thinking of changing my theme [still keeping colors] to a garden like theme sooo expect that (and yes I’m still doing requests but SLOWLY) cause when I’m done I’m closing them for a bit to do my own stuff I’m thinking of..

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is it just me or do i wanna just start doing a whole bunch of fandoms cause of how unmotivated i feel doing mha…

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Happy birthday to our dear Izuku! 🤲🥹

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omg im so sorry for you having to go through a breakup. that person who dated you didn’t deserve you if they couldn’t even talk things out about your love language. (｡•́︿•̀｡) you deserve someone who will love you for all that you are, not what they want out of you.

TOTAL INSECURITY .

⌗ pairing: {established relationship} katsuki bakugou x jealous! reader

⌗ trigger warnings: jealousy, insecurity, self-doubt, emotional distress, anxiety, miscommunication, crying, negative self-talk.

⌗ anon request: hello! I was wondering if you could make a story where y/n is getting jealous over katsuki getting close to another girl classmate? like basically him and another girl in class 1-a start training and hangout a bit and reader starts getting a bit jealous and insecure, basically a comfort fic. i’d really appreciate it cause i’m kind of in a mood today 🥹

⌗ a/n: thx for requesting this!! uh, i decided to use a random Japanese generator name thingy because i didn’t want to use any of the actual mha girls. and yes, I am doing requests. I JUST CAN’T FIND PHOTOS. [edit: if you get what the title name is from, ilysm.]

the first time you noticed her, she was standing at the front of class 1-a with that nervous smile transfer students always wore. emiko tanaka—her quirk was something called "energy sync" that let her match and amplify others' abilities temporarily. aizawa had explained it in his usual monotone, but you'd been more focused on the way katsuki's eyes had lingered on her demonstration.

"interesting," he'd muttered, and something cold had settled in your stomach.

you'd been dating katsuki for six months now. six months of his rare soft smiles, of him walking you to class with his hand in yours, of quiet moments where his guard dropped completely. you thought you'd gotten past the worst of your insecurities, but watching emiko successfully sync with his explosions during their first paired training session brought them all rushing back.

"she's really good," kirishima commented, watching as emiko's borrowed explosions created a perfect crater in the training ground. "her control is insane."

"yeah," you managed, throat tight. "really good."

katsuki was grinning—actually grinning—as he helped emiko up from where she'd been knocked back by the recoil. when was the last time he'd smiled like that during training? when was the last time he'd looked at you like that? you tried to remember, but all you could focus on was the way his hands lingered on her arms as he steadied her, the way she looked up at him with those bright eyes full of admiration.

over the next few weeks, it became routine. emiko would pair with katsuki for combat training, their quirks complementing each other perfectly. she could handle his explosive power better than anyone else in class, and he seemed to thrive on having a partner who could keep up. you watched from the sidelines during training, paired with whoever was left, trying not to notice how natural they looked together.

you told yourself it was just training. professional. but then you started noticing the little things.

the way katsuki would wait for her after class, both of them heading to the gym for extra practice while you walked back to the dorms alone. how he'd explain techniques to her with unusual patience, his voice lacking its typical harsh edge. the inside jokes that developed between them—references to their training sessions that made her laugh and him smirk with satisfaction. how she'd save him a seat at lunch sometimes, or bring him notes from classes he'd missed.

you found yourself studying them during meals, watching how comfortable they'd become with each other. emiko would steal food from his plate without him threatening to explode her face off—something that had taken you months to achieve. she'd tease him about his study habits, and he'd actually laugh instead of shouting. worse, she understood his ambitions in a way that felt similar to you, nodding along when he talked about being the number one hero, asking questions that showed she actually listened.

"you're being ridiculous," you whispered to yourself one evening, watching through the gym windows as they worked through a complex combination attack. emiko was practicing syncing with his explosions while moving, and every time she succeeded, katsuki's face would light up with genuine pride. but when she stumbled and katsuki caught her, steadying her with hands on her waist, both of them laughing breathlessly from the exertion, you couldn't stop the tears that blurred your vision.

you turned away before either of them could see you, but not before you heard emiko say, "thanks, katsuki. you're an amazing teacher." the warmth in her voice made your chest ache.

the breaking point came during a weekend study session. you'd been looking forward to spending time with katsuki, had even picked up his favorite snacks from the convenience store. but he'd gotten a text from emiko about needing help with a hero law assignment.

"rain check?" he'd asked, already reaching for his jacket. "she's struggling with the case studies, and you know how brutal those are."

you'd nodded, forced a smile, told him it was fine. but as you watched him leave, something inside you cracked. he used to help you with hero law. he used to be the one you could count on for study sessions and quiet conversations about your dreams. you remembered sitting in his room for hours, him patiently explaining legal precedents while you struggled to understand the complex cases.

now he was rushing off to help someone else, and you were left wondering if you were being replaced. the snacks sat unopened on your desk, mocking you.

the next few days passed in a blur of forced normalcy. you smiled when katsuki kissed you good morning, laughed at his jokes, pretended not to notice when he and emiko would disappear for their training sessions. but the doubt was eating at you, whispering cruel things in the quiet moments.

she's stronger than you. more compatible with his quirk. she doesn't flinch when he shouts, doesn't need the gentle handling you sometimes require. she's everything you're not.

you started avoiding the gym, finding excuses to skip group training sessions. when katsuki asked why, you'd claim you were tired or had homework. the lies tasted bitter on your tongue, but you couldn't bear to watch them together anymore, couldn't stand seeing how effortlessly she fit into the space you'd thought was yours.

mina noticed first, cornering you after class one day. "hey, what's going on? you've been weird lately."

"nothing," you'd deflected, but she saw right through you.

"it's about bakugou and the new girl, isn't it?" she'd said gently, and your face must have given you away because she sighed. "oh, honey."

"it's stupid," you'd whispered, but mina shook her head.

"feelings aren't stupid. but you should talk to him instead of torturing yourself like this."

but how could you? how could you tell the person you loved that you were terrified of losing him? that every interaction he had with emiko felt like a knife in your chest?

you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice katsuki approaching until he dropped into the seat beside you at lunch.

"you're being weird," he said without preamble, red eyes studying your face. "what's wrong?"

"nothing," you replied automatically, stabbing at your rice with more force than necessary. across the cafeteria, you could see emiko sitting with some of the other girls, occasionally glancing over at your table.

"bullshit." his voice was low, meant only for you. "you've been avoiding me for three days. did i do something?"

the concern in his tone almost broke you. this was katsuki—your katsuki—who noticed when you were upset, who cared enough to ask. but then you saw emiko approaching from across the cafeteria, and the doubt came rushing back.

"i'm fine," you insisted, standing abruptly. "i just... i need some air."

you felt his eyes on you as you left, but you didn't turn back. you also didn't see the confused look he exchanged with emiko when she asked if you were okay.

that evening, you were sitting on your bed, staring at your homework without really seeing it, when someone knocked on your door. you knew that knock—sharp, impatient, but not aggressive. katsuki.

"we need to talk," he said when you opened the door, and his expression was serious enough that you stepped aside to let him in.

he sat on your desk chair, turning it to face you as you perched on the edge of your bed. for a moment, neither of you spoke. you could hear the sounds of your classmates in the hallway, muffled conversations and laughter that felt worlds away from the tension in your room.

"are you breaking up with me?"

the question hit you like a physical blow. "what? no! why would you—"

"because you've been acting like you can't stand to be around me," he interrupted, running a hand through his hair. "and i can't figure out what i did wrong."

the raw vulnerability in his voice made your chest ache. this was what your insecurity had done—made the person you loved most think he was losing you.

"you didn't do anything wrong," you said quietly. "i just... i've been stupid."

"about what?"

you took a shaky breath, fingers twisting in your lap. "about you and emiko."

katsuki's eyebrows shot up. "me and—what the hell are you talking about?"

"you've been spending so much time with her," you continued, the words tumbling out now that you'd started. "training together, studying together, and she's so good with your quirk, and you smile at her in ways you haven't smiled at me in weeks, and i just—" your voice cracked. "i started thinking maybe you realized you'd be better off with someone who could actually keep up with you."

the silence that followed was deafening. you couldn't bring yourself to look at him, couldn't bear to see confirmation of your fears in his expression.

then you felt the bed dip as he sat beside you, his hand covering yours.

"look at me," he said softly, and when you reluctantly met his eyes, they were intense but gentle. "you really think i'd rather be with her?"

"i don't know," you whispered. "maybe? she's stronger than me, her quirk works better with yours—"

"stop." his hands came up to cup your face, thumbs brushing away tears you hadn't realized were falling. "just stop."

he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. "you wanna know why i've been training with her so much? because aizawa paired us up for the upcoming exercise, and i didn't want to look like an idiot in front of the whole class. you wanna know why i help her with homework? because she asked, and i'm not a complete asshole, despite what everyone thinks."

his thumbs traced across your cheekbones. "but you wanna know what i think about when i'm with her? i think about how she's not you. how her laugh doesn't make my chest feel warm, how she doesn't know that i like my coffee with too much sugar, how she's never seen me have a nightmare and stayed up all night to make sure i was okay."

"katsuki—"

"i'm not done." his voice was firmer now, more like the katsuki you knew. "she's a good training partner. hell, she's a good person. but she's not the person i want to come home to. she's not the person i think about when i'm falling asleep, or the person i want to tell when something good happens."

he pulled back slightly, forcing you to meet his eyes. "she's not you, and she never could be. you think i care about quirk compatibility? about who's stronger? i fell in love with you because you're you—because you see good in people, because you believe in me even when i don't believe in myself, because you make me want to be better than i am."

"but you seem so happy when you're with her," you protested weakly.

"i'm happy when i'm getting stronger. when i'm working toward being the best hero i can be. but you know what makes me happiest?" he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "coming back to you afterward. telling you about my day, hearing about yours, just... being with you."

the last of your defenses crumbled. "i'm sorry," you breathed. "i'm so sorry, i just—"

"got scared," he finished, pulling you into his arms. "i get it. but next time you're feeling like this, talk to me, okay? don't just disappear on me. i can't fix a problem if i don't know it exists."

you nodded against his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with something uniquely him. "i love you," you murmured.

"love you too," he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "more than you know."

you stayed like that for a long moment, wrapped in each other's arms, before katsuki spoke again.

"for the record, though, your quirk works perfectly with mine too. remember last month when we took down that simulation villain together? that was all us, no borrowed power needed."

you pulled back to look at him, finding that familiar smirk on his face. "you're never going to let me live this down, are you?"

"nope," he said, popping the 'p'. "my partner got jealous over a training buddy. it's pretty cute, actually."

"shut up," you laughed, pushing at his shoulder, but he caught your hand and brought it to his lips.

"make me," he challenged, eyes twinkling with mischief.

so you did, leaning in to kiss him properly, pouring all your love and relief and apologies into the gesture. when you finally broke apart, breathless and smiling, you felt like yourself again.

"so," you said, settling back against his side, "tell me about this training exercise you're so worried about."

and as he launched into an explanation of the complex scenario aizawa had planned, complete with dramatic gestures and colorful commentary about your classmates' weaknesses, you realized something important: this was what you'd been missing. not the explosive training sessions or the patient tutoring, but this—the quiet intimacy of sharing daily life with someone who chose you, again and again.

emiko was a good training partner. but you were katsuki's everything, and he was yours.

that was more than enough.

⌗ taglist: @idexmids @siriuslyginnychase @eleteo125 @st4r-dustx @corpsebridenightamare @boreaswrites [OPEN]

⌗ mutuals: @haikyuubby @va-3 @tulippanes @luvseraphh @miss-indigen0us @cupkiki [OPEN]

✦ REQUESTS ARE OPEN! ✦

© KENZDOLLS 2025 . do not copy, translate, or plagiarize my work in anyway including the use of ai onto any other social media platforms or it will permit an instant block on all platforms.

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A COLLECTION OF MOMENTS .

⌗ synopsis: today’s izuku birthday, and you’re his lovely spouse. so, you surprise your husband izuku on his birthday after his teaching day at ua with a heartfelt gift which shows the memories of you and him.

⌗ pairing: (MHA/BNHA) {timeskip} izuku midoriya x spouse! reader

⌗ a/n: sry for like the sudden thing, but seriously happy birthday izuku!! legit has been one of my favorite characters to EVER stumble upon in my life (cause he’s totally relatable?) ILYSM IZUKUUU 🫶🫶

the late afternoon sun streamed through the windows of class 1-a, casting long golden shadows across the empty desks. izuku stood at the front of the classroom, erasing the last of the day's lesson from the whiteboard, his green curls catching the light as he moved. the soft scratching of the eraser against the board was the only sound in the otherwise quiet room.

"great work today, everyone," he had told his students just moments before as they filed out, their excited chatter about weekend plans fading down the hallway. teaching at ua had been a dream come true, watching the next generation of heroes grow and develop their quirks under his guidance. but now, in the peaceful silence that followed, izuku felt the familiar weight of exhaustion settling into his shoulders.

he was just gathering his papers when he heard the soft knock on the classroom door.

"come in," he called, not looking up from his desk.

"i hope i'm not interrupting anything important, sensei midoriya."

izuku's head snapped up at the familiar, teasing voice, and his face immediately broke into the brightest smile as he saw you leaning against the doorframe. even after all these years together, his heart still did that little skip whenever you appeared unexpectedly.

"you're never interrupting," he said, practically bouncing over to you. "i thought you were working late tonight?"

"i might have told a little white lie to my boss about feeling under the weather," you admitted with a gentle smile, reaching up to smooth down one of his unruly curls. "someone i care about has a birthday today, and i couldn't let him spend it alone grading papers."

izuku's cheeks flushed pink, and he ducked his head slightly. "you didn't have to do that. i know how important that project is—"

"izuku." you placed a gentle hand on his cheek, making him look at you. "nothing is more important than celebrating you."

his eyes immediately began to well up with tears, and he leaned into your touch. "i love you so much," he whispered, voice thick with emotion.

"i love you too, birthday boy," you whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "now, are you done here? i have something for you."

izuku nodded eagerly, quickly shoving the last of his papers into his bag. "what is it? you didn't have to get me anything, really. just being here with you is enough—"

"izuku," you interrupted gently, taking his hand. "let me spoil you a little bit, okay? it's your special day."

the walk to your shared apartment was filled with izuku's animated recounting of his day, his free hand gesturing excitedly as he told you about his students' progress and a particularly impressive quirk development he'd witnessed. you listened with fond attention, occasionally squeezing his hand when he got especially enthusiastic.

"oh! and yamamoto finally managed to maintain her ice constructs for a full minute without them melting," he continued as you unlocked the front door. "she's been working so hard on her temperature control, and i think she's really starting to understand the breathing technique i showed her. it's the same one todoroki used to use, actually, and—"

he stopped mid-sentence as you led him into the living room, where you'd set up a small celebration. soft fairy lights twinkled around the room, and his favorite dinner sat waiting on the coffee table along with a small cake decorated with green frosting and a single candle.

"you did all this?" izuku's voice was barely a whisper, and you could see the tears starting to form in his eyes again.

"i wanted to make tonight special," you said softly, guiding him to sit on the couch. "i know you've been working so hard lately, and i thought you deserved something just for you."

izuku was quiet for a moment, just taking in the scene before him. then, without warning, he turned and wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your neck as his shoulders began to shake with quiet sobs.

"hey, what's wrong?" you asked gently, running your fingers through his hair.

"nothing's wrong," he managed between tears. "i'm just... i'm so happy. i can't believe i get to have this, to have you. sometimes i still can't believe this is real."

you held him close, pressing soft kisses to the top of his head. "it's real, izuku. you deserve all the happiness in the world."

after a few minutes, he pulled back and wiped his eyes, giving you a watery smile. "sorry, i'm such a crybaby."

"you're my crybaby," you said fondly, thumbing away a remaining tear. "and i love every part of you, tears and all."

you spent the next hour eating dinner together, izuku's eyes lighting up at every bite of his favorite katsudon. he told you more stories from his day, and you shared funny moments from your own work. the conversation flowed easily, as it always did between you two, comfortable and warm like a favorite blanket.

when the cake came out, izuku's face practically glowed in the candlelight as he made his wish. you had a feeling you knew what he'd wished for – the same thing he always did. more time, more moments like this one, more life to share with you.

"so," you said after you'd both finished your cake, "i have one more thing for you."

izuku perked up immediately, his eyes widening. "another surprise? really, you've already done so much—"

"trust me," you said, reaching behind the couch where you'd hidden his gift. "i think you'll like this one."

you pulled out a carefully wrapped package, not too big but substantial enough to hold weight. izuku took it with reverent hands, as if it were made of the most precious material in the world.

"can i open it?" he asked, and you nodded.

his careful fingers peeled away the wrapping paper, revealing a beautiful leather-bound photo album. the cover was a deep forest green – his favorite color – with golden lettering that read "our story" embossed on the front.

"oh," izuku breathed, his fingers tracing the letters. "it's beautiful, but—"

"open it," you encouraged softly.

with trembling hands, izuku opened the album to the first page. his breath caught in his throat as he saw the first photo – a picture of the two of you from your second year at ua, both of you grinning widely after a particularly challenging training session. your faces were dirt-streaked and exhausted, but the joy in your eyes was unmistakable.

"this is..." he started, but his voice failed him.

"keep going," you whispered, settling closer to him so you could look at the photos together.

page by page, izuku turned through the album, each photo carefully chosen and placed to tell the story of your relationship. there were pictures from your ua days – study sessions in the library, festival preparations, quiet moments in the dorms. photos from graduation, both of you in your caps and gowns, izuku's face streaked with happy tears even then.

"i remember this," he said softly, pointing to a photo of you two at your first apartment, surrounded by boxes and looking overwhelmed but happy. "you insisted we unpack the kitchen first because you said home wasn't home without the ability to make tea."

"and you cried when you found the mug i'd gotten you with 'world's best hero' written on it," you added with a gentle laugh.

"i still use that mug every morning," izuku said, turning the page.

more photos followed – your first anniversary, holidays spent together, lazy sunday mornings, and quiet evenings. there were pictures from izuku's first day as a pro hero, his face beaming with pride and nervousness. photos from your own career milestones, izuku always right there cheering you on.

"this is our engagement," izuku whispered, his finger hovering over a photo of him down on one knee in the park where you'd had your first date, his face red and tear-streaked but determined. "i was so nervous i almost forgot the speech i'd practiced."

"you were perfect," you assured him, remembering how your heart had felt like it might burst from your chest. "i would have said yes if you'd just asked without any words at all."

the photos continued through your wedding day – both of you radiant with joy, surrounded by friends and family. izuku had cried through the entire ceremony, and there were tissues visible in nearly every photo. your favorite was one of you wiping away his tears as he said his vows, both of you lost in your own little world.

"and here's our honeymoon," izuku said, voice growing thick again as he looked at photos of you both on a quiet beach, completely relaxed and happy. "that was the best week of my life."

"just that week?" you teased gently.

"well, every week with you is the best week of my life," he amended, making you laugh.

the album continued through your married life – moving into your current apartment, adopting your cat (who had somehow managed to get into several photos), quiet domestic moments, and celebrations with friends. there were photos from izuku's first day teaching at ua, his nervous excitement palpable even in the still image.

as you reached the more recent photos, izuku's tears were flowing freely again. there were pictures from just last month – you two cooking dinner together, izuku grading papers while you worked on your laptop nearby, a selfie you'd taken during a rare day off spent in the park.

"how did you get all of these?" izuku asked, his voice wonder-filled.

"i've been collecting them for months," you admitted. "every time i saw a photo of us, i saved it. i wanted to show you how beautiful our life together has been, how many wonderful moments we've shared."

"we have shared so many moments," izuku agreed, carefully turning to the last page.

the final photo was from just last week – izuku had fallen asleep grading papers, and you'd found him curled up at the kitchen table, his reading glasses askew and his hair mussed. you'd covered him with a blanket and snapped a quick photo, not because he looked silly, but because he looked so peaceful, so content. it was a perfect representation of your quiet, domestic happiness.

but it was the message you'd written on the last page that broke him completely.

"to my izuku, on your birthday – these photos represent just a fraction of the moments we've shared, but each one is a treasure. from that first day you nervously asked me to study with you in second year, to this very moment as you read this, you have been the greatest gift life has ever given me. thank you for sharing your dreams with me, for letting me be part of your story, and for making every ordinary day feel extraordinary. i love you more than words could ever express, and i can't wait to fill a hundred more albums with our adventures. happy birthday, my hero. here's to forever. all my love, forever and always."

izuku completely broke down then, clutching the album to his chest as he sobbed. these weren't just tears of happiness – they were tears of overwhelming gratitude, of disbelief that he could be so lucky, of pure, unconditional love.

"i can't— this is too much," he managed between sobs. "i don't deserve this, i don't deserve you—"

"stop," you said firmly but gently, pulling him into your arms. "you deserve every good thing in this world, izuku midoriya. you deserve love and happiness and someone who sees how incredible you are."

"but i'm just me," he whispered into your shoulder. "i'm not special, i'm not—"

"you're everything," you interrupted, holding him tighter. "you're the kindest person i know, the most dedicated, the most loving. you inspire everyone around you to be better, including me. you are so, so special, izuku."

you held him as he cried, running your fingers through his hair and whispering soft reassurances. it was several minutes before he calmed down enough to pull back and look at you, his eyes red-rimmed but shining with love.

"i love you," he said, voice hoarse from crying. "i love you so much it hurts sometimes, in the best way possible."

"i love you too," you replied, cupping his face in your hands. "more than you'll ever know."

izuku leaned forward and kissed you then, soft and sweet and full of emotion. when you broke apart, he rested his forehead against yours.

"this is the best birthday i've ever had," he whispered.

"it's not over yet," you pointed out with a smile. "we still have the rest of the evening."

"what else could there possibly be? you've already given me everything."

"well," you said, settling back into his arms, "i was thinking we could look through the album again, and you could tell me your favorite memories from each photo. and then maybe we could watch that hero documentary you've been wanting to see. and tomorrow, we could start working on new memories to add to the next album."

izuku's smile was radiant as he nodded eagerly. "i would love that. all of it."

as you settled together on the couch, the photo album open between you, izuku couldn't help but think about how different his life had turned out from what he'd imagined as a young boy. he'd dreamed of being a hero, of saving people and making a difference. and while he'd achieved those dreams, what he hadn't expected was this – the quiet, domestic happiness of being loved completely and unconditionally.

"thank you," he said softly as you turned back to the first page of the album. "for all of this, for everything. for choosing me."

"thank you for letting me choose you," you replied, pressing a kiss to his temple. "and for choosing me back, every single day."

as the evening wore on, you went through the album photo by photo, izuku sharing memories and stories, laughing and crying in equal measure. the fairy lights twinkled around you, the remnants of birthday cake still on the coffee table, and your cat curled up on the armchair nearby.

it was a perfect moment – not because it was grand or dramatic, but because it was real. it was your life, your love, your collection of shared moments that had built into something beautiful and lasting.

and as izuku looked at the photos of your life together, he knew that his birthday wish had already come true. he had more time, more moments, more life to share with you. he had everything he'd ever wanted, wrapped up in the gentle smile of the person who'd chosen to love him.

"happy birthday to me," he whispered, so quietly you almost didn't hear it.

"happy birthday, my love," you whispered back, and in that moment, everything was perfect.

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aye is it just me or is one of my pet peeves are when ppl in my house be singing…but like singing to a song and their voice is so loud to where when i put my music/movie volume up, and i can still hear them and their annoying ass? like dude do you not know what lip syncing is? and it’s like at night-time when they’re doing this so i’m even more cranky…