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GOOD LUCK ON THE MATH TEST

wait goodnight i just realized that when i copy pasted my note from my previous fic (for the same format, i usually edit it later on) BUT I FORGOT TO EDIT IT THIS TIME SO NOW MY TWO RECENT FICS HAVE THE SAME NOTES BYE.

but thank u sennie, the test was weeks back and i did okay! love u mwah!

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I need my baby girl monoma like any fic/text beside smut 🤑 your stuff are GOLDEN and I've been addicted

BACK TO ME ⸻ NEITO MONOMA ; support course + gn reader

SYNOPSIS — a certain blonde is back into your life, bringing with him his cocky attitude and demands. INCLUDES — monoma and reader are in their third year, smau, fluff, crack.

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ main masterlist — mha masterlist ꪆৎ ˚⋅

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑,

neito monoma burst through the studio door. you weren’t surprised since this only confirmed your suspicions of him lurking nearby. he waltz over to where you were seated, surrounded by blueprints, rough sketches and a few miniature models.

your face had a bit of soot dusted on it, your hair messily tossed up, the strays and baby hairs held up by a bandana. you made an effort to keep your hands clean though, since the sticky and oily feeling of mechanical work wasn’t the best. you weren’t exactly presentable, but you thought it was okay since the client was monoma.

he stood beside you, his back towards the table, making sure to not touch anything (a lesson learnt from last time when he ended up knocking your precious project) as he looked at you with his signature cocky grin.

“i must be the most on – time client you’ve ever had, right?” he asked to which you gave him a look, one brow raised as you tapped your pen against the blueprint spread out in front of you.

“lurking doesn’t count as punctuality, monoma.”

“i call it dedication. you should be grateful for the eagerness i have for your work instead of calling me a lurker.” he pointed out, voice smooth and annoyingly self – assured. he leaned forward a little, eyes scanning the mess of paper. “you’ve been busy.”

you didn’t reply at first, instead nudging one of the finished sketches towards him. “i narrowed it down to three. each one’s built for mobility and accessibility, they can also be attached to either your belt or glove.” you tapped the final drawing — sleeker, more compact. “this one’s the most efficient. minimal parts, easy to conceal so that villians can’t catch up with your timings, and convenient for you to keep track of the quirks.”

monoma blinked, impressed as he nodded to your words with raised brows. “you really thought this through.”

before you could stop yourself, you replied, “i always think things through. unlike someone who crashed into million – yen tech like a windstorm.”

he winced. “ouch, okay. i see that your emotional distress is still present.”

“mhm,” you hummed. “your monetary compensation was nice though.”

“you blocking me for two weeks wasn’t nice though.”

“two months,” you corrected.

he groaned dramatically and leaned against the table, eyes scanning the design again. “alright. let’s go with this one. the compact design feels.. heroic.” you scoffed under your breath. “you just want to look cool.”

“i always look cool, l/n.” he stated proudly, then gave you a sideways glance. “since we’re done.. wanna grab a snack or something? i’ve got a new ramen brand, how about you try it out with me? you just have to taste, not cook.”

you raised a brow, “you cook?”

“instant ramen, yes. but i do it well.”

“fine, impress me.”

you watched monoma intently from across the tiny kitchenette tucked into the back corner of the support studio. he was crouched slightly, carefully pouring hot water into bowls while humming to himself like he was a five – star chef preparing a gourmet meal. 

you leaned your chin on your palm and subtly lifted your phone. click! you got a quick, candid shot — monoma hunched over the bowls as he decorated them with toppings, brows slightly furrowed in concentration, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and hair a little messier than usual. it was annoying how photogenic he was.

he looked up just as you locked your screen, holding out one of the bowls with an overdramatic flourish. “dinner is served! try not to cry from how incredible it is.” he added in with a wink.

you accepted the bowl with a dry stare. “if i cry, it’ll be because this is my third instant meal this week.” he chuckled and sat beside you, bumping your shoulder slightly. “hey, this one has real seaweed. it counts as nutrition. nothing compared to your normal and bland instant noodles.”

you looked at him, amused. “thanks for the meal, chef.” 

“you’re welcome. and for the record,” he added, slurping a bit of his noodles before grinning at you through the steam, “i missed getting nagged at by you. the stares you give me really reminded me of old times.”

you paused before glancing away, bringing your ramen to your mouth to hide the smile creeping onto your face. “.. you’re weird.”

“and yet you didn’t block me this time.”

“shut up and eat your noodles, neito.”

NOTE — math test on monday kinda nervy

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wait for the event low-key middle school teacher Keigo and reader who teach two very different subjects and whenever they get chatty with the students they're like "maybe your other teacher told you this, it's not exactly 100% accurate 🙄" and they try to be passive agressive but it's juste agressive flirting and whenever there's a school event they chaperone together and stays glued to each other's sides

this scratches my brain so beautifully i think in in a different timeline keigo wouldve definitely became a teacher after The Incident <\3

teacher!keigo // job fair

event m.list

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a/n: alexa play 'desi girl' (ft. satoru finding his name in your mehndi) lowkey think that i like the suguru one more LOL

there's music playing in the background, almost muffled by the excited chatter of friends and family invited to your most special day. but if gojo's being honest, he can't hear the music or chatter, solely entranced by you. you and him in your own little bubble of happiness.

his hands cradle yours tenderly yet firmly, your knuckles brushing against his palms. you expect his eyes to be scrutinising the brown stain, intricate and beautiful, but when your gaze flickers to his face he's staring at you with a lovesick grin.

“satoru, you're not even looking,” you laugh.

“oh, i am. and i'm thoroughly enjoying the view.” he winks. you roll your eyes playfully.

“you're so goofy.”

“mhm, but i'm your goofy husband now, mrs gojo,” he smirks, but it soon melts back into a loving smile. it almost hurts his heart, in the most euphoric way possible, to look at you, adorned in deep red and gold. his wife.

“hey, don't try to weasel your way out of this by talking sweet like that.”

“i'm not trying to weasel out of anything. am i the bad guy for wanting to stare at my stunning wife?” he emphasises the last word on purpose, savouring the way it rolls off his tongue so beautifully.

you huff, beginning to slide your hands out of his but he quickly grasps them again, his thumbs circling your palms.

“ah, you don't need to let go. fineee, i'll take a looksie.”

he spares one more glance at your features before his eyes trail down to your hands painted delicately with mehndi, to find his name embedded into it.

it's hidden on your wedding ring finger. he already knows it. he found it about ten minutes ago before his eyes had wandered to your face. but he doesn't say anything, not wanting to let go of your hands yet as his thumbs continue to caress your palms.

as he pretends to continue to look for it, he speaks up softly, “your grandmother told me about that myth - that the darker the stain of your mehndi, the more your husband loves you. and it's no surprise that yours is so dark,” he smirks playfully, eyes briefly meeting yours.

a soft smile decorates your lips, and his heart skips a beat. “in that case, i never want it to fade.”

“i'll make sure it never does,” he whispers, bringing your hand up to his lips and he kisses the spot where his thumb once was. and his thumb moves to hover over his engraved name.

you notice where his thumb drifts and raise an eyebrow at him. “you saw it this whole time, didn't you?”

he grins cheekily, crinkled eyes marrying yours, such devotion and admiration shimmering in his. “yeah,” he admits quietly, “i just didn't wanna let go.”

his lips travel up from your palm to the gold ring sitting prettily on your finger, a diamond nestled in the middle so luminous, yet his eyes still put it to shame.

“am i the pope? kissing my ring like that,” you giggle teasingly. but your eyes are warm and affectionate as you watch him.

“chup, and let me love on my wife.”

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ᥫ᭡ — you have the suspicion that bakugo is on social media more than he lets on

╰➤ gender neutral , pre-relationship

you were surprised when bakugo first followed your instagram. the notification lit up your phone late one night, and the sight made your breath hitch. you tapped the banner on your homescreen, suspicion clouding your mind: did he really mean to follow you?

the screen opens up to his instagram, and you’re greeted by a barren wasteland of a feed. the profile picture remains unset, the bio is empty, and the account follows only a handful of people — the only real semblance of it being bakugo’s account is the few photos he’d been tagged in.

disappointed, you quickly realize there isn’t much to stalk on his profile. you scroll through the hundreds of followers he, for some reason, has, and wonder why he decided to follow you out of nowhere.

you wonder if the follow was a misclick.

locking your phone and placing it down on your bed, you briefly consider the katsuki bakugo in your life. your encounters through mutual friends are always rather brief, you think, and probably don’t leave much of an impression on someone like him. calling yourself his friend might be pushing it.

you pick up your phone once more, and stare at the follow back button. it’d been a solid few minutes, and he still hadn’t taken it back.

you tap the follow back button.

bakugo never ends up unfollowing you.

his posting habits undoubtedly remain nonexistent, and the odd interaction quickly falls to the back of your mind. it stays at the back of your mind, until you receive an unexpected notification much like you had a few weeks prior:

Katsuki Bakugo liked your post.

…huh?

you question out loud, confusion rooting itself into your expression almost identically to the way it had when he first followed you. your brows remain stubbornly furrowed, and you slide open your phone with a stutter in your chest — you hadn’t posted in a good few months.

the stray notification stares right back at you. it was practically glowing on your screen, demanding your attention and selfishly taking it all in. the post he liked is from last year, and you screenshot the picture with his like on it in disbelief.

was he scrolling through your posts? the thought makes your heart tug in your chest once more, and you feel a sear of warmth touch your face. the post is cute, you think, and you take a moment to analyze it. could he have been looking at it as hard as you are?

you ruminate the small details of the post. the coordinated outfit you’d chosen that day, the background complimenting your figure poised in the middle, the easy smile adorning your face. your heart continues to pound in your chest, and you glance down at the recent likes to make sure your eyes hadn’t deceived you.

bakugo’s like was gone.

your heart drops. for a second, you wonder if you’d imagined the like being there at all. you refresh the post, and briefly scroll through the likes once more — it really was gone.

the gears begin to turn in your brain. fingers move before thoughts could properly manifest, and the screenshot you’d taken in your stupor innocently presents the truth of the matter to you.

he must’ve unliked the post.

the image of bakugo realizing his mistake comes to mind. maybe he’d felt embarrassed. maybe he felt the same stutter in his chest, the same heat to his cheeks, and the same drop of his heart at his slip up. maybe he didn’t even care at all. despite the hazy context, you laugh at the unexpected silliness.

you go to bed pondering the question his weird actions leave unanswered — why exactly was this man, seemingly akin to a ghost on social media, on your profile to begin with?

the compliments you flood ashido’s comment section with are endless. her posts are always quick to garner mass attention, but your steadfast support remains unfaltering despite the plethora of comments she receives from others. her grin is infectious, unabashed and radiating energy comparable to the sun itself. you’d been sure to leave your own comments tinged with playfulness among the masses of others.

upon returning to your main homepage, the red dot indicating a new notification catches your eye. your thumb impulsively taps on it, revealing yet another anomaly adding on to the ever growing list you’ve been mentally taken note of for the past couple of weeks.

Katsuki Bakugo liked your comment

you shake your head in bewilderment, smiling down at the simple words. for someone with close to zero social media presence, bakugo sure is on instagram way more than you first assumed. coincidentally, he’d made a name for himself on your phone as well, forging a tentative place belonging to him both digitally and mentally in your space.

it was probably another mindless accident, you laugh to yourself. who would’ve pinned bakugo as the clumsy type when using his phone?

upon closer inspection, you realized that bakugo never liked ashido’s post itself. the single like remains on your comment, and your comment alone.

that’s weird. you shrug and wonder if he has these types of blunders with anyone else.

the update to your story is strategic. a candid photo angled just right, paired with a song you’d spent far too long tweaking to find the perfect fifteen seconds to accompany your picture.

the likes and story replies from your friends come rolling in, and you find yourself giddy throughout the day. you glow in the praises, holding each reply close to your heart as you like and reply to them. intermediate vibrations of your phone make it hard not to pick it up every few moments, the same light smile gracing your face each time.

your phone lights up once more, a telltale sign of the newest story reaction. the upturn of your lips fall by a millimeter at the newest banner on your lock screen, and your content smile is replaced by the rounding of your lips in a whisper of a gasp.

Katsuki Bakugo Reacted 👍 to your story.

this one must have been intentional. your fingers clench around your phone, and you feel an inexplicable warmth course through your head. with a sudden clammy feel to your hands and a distinct tug in your chest, you put your phone face down in your lap.

how bold.

you wrack your brain, thinking back to the array of peculiar interactions his account’s had with yours so far. this one proved to be the most jarring of them all — a direct reply. entering the realm of privacy, the notification speaks almost as a silent invitation. the message acknowledged your presence head on, and you feel oddly exposed at being perceived so blatantly.

the thumbs up is rather dry, but you guess it isn’t completely out of character. the reply sits on your phone for a good while, taking the backseat in your mind as you fumble to formulate answers.

what compelled him to reply? for once, you can’t shake the feeling that something truly might be off. his account must’ve been collecting dust, shaking off the cobwebs and spiders in your notification center rather than through his own postings or interactions with others. repeated faults only make it more difficult for you to defend him — bakugo really isn’t doing himself any favors.

finally opening his message, you settle on liking his reply before sending a quick smiley face.

bakugo leaves you on read. you wonder if he enjoys messing with you in his free time.

katsuki bakugo is lost.

settling into bed, katsuki’s thumb moves on its own as if accustomed to the nightly routine he unconsciously developed. he skips over the dumb reels on his explore page, the recent posts made by his friends he had little interest in viewing, and the five people who’ve been waiting on a text back from him for the past two months. instead, he heads straight for the search bar.

your username is already pre populated just below the search, and katsuki clicks it without a second thought. a fluttering feeling rises in his chest — one that he’d become well acquainted with over the past few months.

selfishly, katsuki finds himself growing greedier by the day. he’d become a frequent visitor of your instagram page before he knew it, pushing down the inexplicable pounding of his heart and rising heat to his cheeks at the way you never seemed to leave his mind.

cute. he studies the dips and curves of your face, committing each detail of the photo to memory. katsuki’s breath catches in his throat, and his eyes greedily take in your smile. his heart aches, jealous of his own eyes in their beholding of your beauty. yearning, he laments being restricted to the screen rather than having you right in front of him.

katsuki opens the comments, bracing himself for what he’d be forcing himself to bare witness to.

BEAUTIFUL

love u

ugh 😍😍😍

#needthat

the sun kissed you before i got to 😫😫

the realization that no amount of bracing could have properly prepared him comes quick.

the fuck? katsuki sneers at his phone. as if any of those fuckers would ever get the chance to kiss you.

the abundant comments and likes under your post give way to a bubbling feeling of discontent. katsuki’s fingers itch all of a sudden, palms and fingertips clamming up in sweat at the unsettling pit forming in his stomach. it was as if his whole body were set aflame, warmth coursing through every fiber of his being. you seemed to have that kind of effect on him, he’d begrudgingly noticed, but this warmth was like no other he’d felt whilst consumed by persistent thoughts of you.

this warmth, with it’s complimentary stomach pit and tension in his head, was a bother. he continues to scroll, mind clouding in the nasty heat he struggled to put a name to.

katsuki’s phone is haphazardly dropped onto his pillow. his groan is loud, pained in deep rooted frustration. with all these people showering you in praises both flowery and vulgar, he thinks he might combust on the spot.

every comment seemed to be burned into his mind, clogging up his stream of thought just as they’d be clogging up your phone. all those losers got to say it all so easily — meanwhile, katsuki could barely muster up a thumbs up emoji without feeling his heart sieze and blood rush up to his cheeks. his jaw clenches, irritation creasing his brow and lips taking on a bitter twist.

katsuki grabs his phone once more. he’d been driving himself crazy — you’d been driving him crazy. he thinks of you, sweet and pretty and exactly the person he’d yearn to call his.

fuck this.

rays of light accompany your alarm that morning, soft and golden as it nudges you awake. the alarm blares at your side, and you feel for your phone on the surface next to you. blinking away the lasting remnants of your sleep, your fingers move to silence the sound. glazing over the screen, your bleary eyes are forced to pause. a new notification captures your attention. you rub your eyes once, and then again, squinting to make sure you’re seeing it right. your breath hitches.

another notification from bakugo’s account. your heart flips in your chest, warmth rivaling the tender sunlight filtering through the curtains. this time, bakugo graces you with a direct message. an intentional message.

You free this weekend?

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Can you do a smau offf the reader being shocked/greatful for the men doing the bare minimum because they're only use to toxic or Transaction relationships?? Idk if I phrased that right.. Sorryyy🙂‍↕️

REAL MAN ⸻ izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki

SYNOPSIS — bare minimum by your boyfriend when you're used to toxic relationships. INCLUDES — gn! reader, set during post high-school, fluff, crack, smau.

main masterlist — mha masterlist ༊*·˚

🍰 :: IZUKU MIDORIYA ᝰ

🍲 :: KATSUKI BAKUGO ᝰ

🍀 :: SHOTO TODOROKI ᝰ

NOTE — math test on monday kinda nervy

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plzzz plzzzz aizawa bf texts...save me aizawa bf texts....aizawa bf texts if you can hear me save me please... (no I'm sorry ik this is annoying but like aizawa bf texts request plz 😭)

HCS + TXTS WITH HIM AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ⸻ shota aizawa

INCLUDES — gn! reader, slight suggestive towards the end!, fluff, crack, headcannons, social media au

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: ̗̀➛ click here to read other character versions

not the quickest replier, but he does give priority to your texts! (you're pinned)

prefers calls over texts when he's busy or tired so he can just prop up his phone on his desk or face while speaking to you.

he's the type to get to the point with his texts.

no double texting or anything just everything dumped into one message.

uses proper punctuation but always texts in lowercase.

the only emojis he uses are '👍', '👎' and '❤️' (specially reserved for you only).

any other emojis are unnecessary to him for conveying messages.

not the biggest jokester but will show you sarcasm sometimes.

his social media is so dry.

i'm talking private account, default pfp, no bio, no posts, simple user + display name and only follows you and some of his coworkers.

(this made it very easy for the class to find his instagram and now there are 20 follow requests sitting in his inbox).

whenever you post yourself, he'll write short and sweet comments under it.

'cute' , 'pretty' or a heart if it's a picture of the both of you.

he would never admit it to you but he sometimes goes through your followers list, squinting eyes whenever he sees an unfamiliar person.

NOTE — #needthat

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oh btw i got her life is good 😇😇😇

eternal sugar cookie pls come home i’m literally broke ( 220 pulls done, only a few tasks remaining for light of sloth, 8/20 soulstones ) i’m NAWT ready to slave away at daily missions for a measly 70 lightcones

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❝ TEMPORARY FIX; ❞

۶ৎ ft. h. shinsou, s. todoroki, i. midoriya, t. iida navigation mha masterlist

۶ৎ wherein after the messy breakup with his girlfriend, he runs straight to you for consolation.

izuku midoriya

tenya iida

shoto todoroki , hitoshi shinsou

a/n: mean shinsou 😬

© miyamor 2025 please do not edit, translate, or repost onto any other platform

[loveriotss]

eternal sugar cookie pls come home i’m literally broke ( 220 pulls done, only a few tasks remaining for light of sloth, 8/20 soulstones ) i’m NAWT ready to slave away at daily missions for a measly 70 lightcones

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for the 6k job fair event ‼️

piercer!sero with coworker!reader who is getting a new piercing by him and reader has the BIGGEST crush on him

AAMMEEEENNNNNNNNNN oh yeah you get it. yoooouuuu absolutely get itttt

piercer!sero // job fair

event m.list

“stop looking at me like that,” he mutters.

you held your breath as sero inches in with your chin resting in between his gloved thumb and index finger, turning your head side to side and making sure his marking on your lip was properly aligned.

you bite back the instinct to suck in your bottom lip out of nerves as he inspects it. your hands have been unusually sweaty since the moment you’ve stepped in the studio, and you know your job. you’re good at your job. piercing and jewelry had been all that you’ve lived and breathed for the past few years, but at this moment, your mind went static.

“looking at you like what?” you squeak out.

“like you’re not a client,” he chuckles.

“i don’t know how to tell you this, hanta,” his eyes flicker up to meet yours, “but i work here.”

he scoffs and rolls his eyes, taking a step back to change out his gloves, “you know what i mean. keep your eyes on whatever’s behind me like everyone else.”

“what? a little eye contact makes you nervous?”

the corners of his mouth quirk up into a lopsided smile.

“something like that.”

you remind yourself to breathe once he holds the needle up to your bottom lip. you remind yourself that you’ve done this piercing a hundred times and that you know exactly what to expect.

there wasn’t a second in this swift motion when the needle came up through your lip where your eyes left sero. he was well aware of that.

“god,” he mutters, quickly pulling the needle through with the jewelry, “not even a fucking flinch, you badass.”

your stomach twists. in what world would a compliment do more damage to you than a needle going through your lip?

“what can i say? i’m a pro.” you let out a shaky chuckle as he meets the sore area with a q-tip.

“and i know i don’t need to give you the rundown on aftercare,” he peels the black gloves off his hands before tossing them in the bin, “but don’t go around kissing anyone until that’s healed alright?”

“bummer, i was really excited to see what kind of damage i can do to someone’s teeth with this.” you roll your eyes.

a knock came from behind the curtain. you both turn your heads to see a mass of purple hair peek through, throwing up a peace sign towards your way.

“your 12 o'clock is here. filling out the paperwork, but heads up anyways,” hitoshi says, leaving as quickly as he came in.

“that’s my cue then.” you awkwardly fiddle with the hem of your shirt. “i’ll see you this weekend then? think that’s when we work together next.”

“yeah this saturday.” he gestures for you to take the lead out the private room, “but keep me updated on the healing. maybe if it’s feeling good we can test your curiosities.”

reflexively, you turn around and land a punch on his arm as your face flares with heat.

“what's wrong with you?” you hissed with wide eyes.

“not in front of the clients, babe.” he grins, unphase by your reaction, “or else they’re gonna start thinking it’s okay to attack the piercer.”

“you’re gonna try and kiss all your clients or something?" you cock an eyebrow, the tips of your ears burning.

sero pauses for a moment and wets his lips before speaking again.

“maybe just one.”

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sparring

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HII 💗💗

I NEED the next part to love alliance!! Please take your time, no rush at all. I love your writing so much;)

here you go bae - chapter 2 tysm for the compliment mwah mwah!!

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[ 🥐 ] LOVE ALLIANCE : ALLIANCE D'AMOUR ⸻ chapter 02 : PSYCH WARD | k.bakugo x gn! reader smau series

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎.

no doubt. he had spent years putting in the effort to become one. the countless training, spars, exams and heck even a whole war had contributed into molding him into the man he is today. his friends too played a significant part in his life. taking care of him, spending time together, helping him in and out of hero duties and he might not admit it out loud, but he really appreciated them. he may not be the perfect hero but at least he was a good one?

so who the fuck thought it was funny to mess up his new car.

i mean, it wasn't that much of a problem, he had his beloved first car after all. that classy black porsche, according to denki kaminari.

he got a slipper to his face.

"what the hell man.. that hurt.." mumbled a tomato cheek denki, rubbing his face while clenching the slipper that was thrown at him, deciding whether he should throw it back or play it safe and not see the pearly white gates tonight.

katsuki paid no mind to his grumbles as he scrolled through his phone, scowling at the countless tweets that kept on erupting like a volcano. there were many different opinions on the whole situation but all in all, it made him seem like he was a lousy womanizer who can't keep it in his pants and is now facing the consequences.

how ridiculous. in all the years that katsuki has been a pro hero, not even once had he got together with anyone. sure there were a few dates here and there but that was purely out of either his mother's insistence or his friends setting him up on a surprise blind date. katsuki is not that rude so he would stay exactly 30 minutes, which he deemed a respectable time as to not offend his date, and then he'd be off.

but everyday, he'd find himself get roped into a dumb scandal. all baseless lies or twisted truths to feed the bored civilians at home.

"listen man, don’t worry! cheer up, i'm sure we can get your car cleaned up somewhere!" denki chirped in, interrupting katsuki's train of thought. he snatched katsuki's phone away and before he could get yelled at, placed a can of soda in his empty hand. 

the blonde sat next to him, swirling his own concoction around in his cup, before speaking. “look kats, don’t stress yourself over these rumors. i can already see your gray hairs growing,” he joked before continuing, “people will talk and lie but you just keep your head up, yeah? you’re an awesome hero who’s appreciated so don’t let these scandals torture your mind” denki said, nudging katsuki with his shoulders to which the red-eyed man hummed.

“..fuck, i know it’s just that, no matter how hard i try these people always find a way to ruin my name” katsuki scoffed, running his hand through his blonde tufts of hair. “just wish i could catch a fucking break” he mumbled before drinking down his soda.

“a break..” denki repeated, furrowing his eyebrows as he thought deeply, the gears in his head turning. “then.. why don’t we take one? take a break, i mean. honestly i can’t remember the last time i’ve gotten a well deserved break that was longer than a weekend” denki chirped, turning his body towards katsuki as his eyes glittered. “think about it, kats, a week, no, month long break? heroes are humans too, we need rest! you, me and the whole gang! let’s go on a trip!” he exclaimed excitedly, waiting for katsuki’s input.

a break. that sounded tempting to the man who’d recoil at the thought of a break before. maybe dunce face was onto something. the long shifts, the sudden call-ins to work, the guilt, the stress, the physical and mental strength started to take a toll on him. well he wasn’t growing any younger, he had to admit that his body was not as energetic as it was when he was a teenager.

katsuki hummed, staring at denki for a moment before speaking. “i’m in” he said, snorting as he saw denki’s stupidly happy expression. “HELL YEAH MAN!” he whooped, springing up from the couch, “trust me, this is going to be the most fun thing ever! everyone together.. oh my god we should totally invite shoto and the others too! the more the merrier! and we need to start planning a destination and itinerary and —” denki chattered on, pacing around the living room as he spilled his ideas.

katsuki chuckled, looking down at the empty can. yeah.. he was looking forward to the trip.

ᯓ★» LOVE ALLIANCE ! < previous | masterlist | next >

ᯓ★» ALLIANCE SECRETS ! ୨ৎ : katsuki and denki hangout with eachother a lot. their favorite past time is just sitting in silence and having a nice drink together. ୨ৎ : denki had a ponyboy phase. ୨ৎ : sero is single and wants a cookie so effing bad but he's shit at flirting. ୨ৎ : yes most of the heroes have secret wattpad/ao3 accounts to read fanfics.

ᯓ★» AUTHOR'S NOTE :: i had been cooking this since feb but kept procrastinating so ummm. ALSO TIMESTAMPS DON'T MATTER, ignore the dates.

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I NEED MORE OF THE TSUKISHIMA TEXTS PLEASE (i just watched haikyuu so before this i was just laughing without knowing, now im laughing with knowing)

LOVE YOU ANYWAY ⸻ kei tsukishima

SYNOPSIS — miscellaneous texts between you and your volleyball boy . INCLUDES — gn! reader, timeskip au, fluff, crack, smau, a lil bit suggestive

main masterlist ༊*·˚ — haikyuu masterlist ༊*·˚

NOTE — art creds to loony z but im sure yall already know 👅.

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[loveriotss]

i keep getting freaky nerdmin fics on my home page.. what does this say about me