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mha boys as american high school teenage stereotypes

a/n this isn't an original idea, ik that, but this is just my take on it. also lowk just based off of ppl ik irl but also just really similar to the actual character. also these are really short n simple, my brain wasn't able to think any further

characters katsuki bakugou, shoto todoroki, izuku midoriya, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hanta sero, tenya iida, hitoshi shinsho

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katsuki bakugou

not just saying this bc he's my fav

but quite literally the most popular person at school

like hes handsome, athletic, smart, rich, all of the above, no one could ever compare

everybody would have a crush on him (shit i would too)

or hate him

no in between

but he's still very intimidating so he doesn't have a lot of friends and has a heard time making em

not saying he's a playboy or anything

but definitely gets hella attention from girls

but he is more often than not uninterested

he would play football no doubt, run track/shot put during his off season to stay fit

not a douchebag but he totally comes off as one

shoto todoroki

he's the loser, the loner

actually jk, bc i really don't believe anyone is a loner

theres gotta be someone he talks too

hes that smart kid whos schedule is filled w ap n honors classes

and his only friends would be classmates that hes not super close w so they never talk outside of school (me lol)

hes rich rich

def plays tennis or golf, school and club

he's THE hallway crush

especially for like underclassmen

he just gives off that mysterious vibe that makes girls fall for him

not to mention he is sooooo pretty

like it's not a secret that he is attractive

but he's never had a gf or even a situationship in his life

idek

izuku midoriya

teachers pet 100% lol

not the smartest but also not dumb

like definitely top 20% of his class

i feel like he would take part in a lot of extracurriculars

he's not popular at all

but has a small group of close friends

so so sassy

like imagine arguing w him about a random subject

and you just start to piss him off

he just puts you on blast and starts embarrassing the hell out of you

making you feel hella stupid

he doesn't do it to be mean or anything

he's just a sassy lil guy idk

sassy man apocalypse!!

eijiro kirishima

social butterfly

friends with everyone

but not like a floater friend

but literally just everyones friend

like he's so genuine and is able to get along with everybody

sooo loyal

always has the best advice

definition of boyfriend material!!!

probably has had a long term gf

he takes his relationships n friendhsips so seriously

definitely plays multiple sports

idk i see him as a wrestler or even like gymnastics lol

lowk imagine him apart of the schools student council or leadership club

fully goes out for football games/friday night lights

denki kaminari

class clown fs

also lowk rlly flirty but has never had a gf or even come close

like such a ladies man

thats just part of his personality

most of his friends are girls but not in a weird way

he's the life of the party

lowk one of the only characters i can see myself having a smoke sesh w lol

big party goer

theres a house party being thrown

best believe he's there

he's not the brightest of the bunch

but he does try, its not like hes lazy

he's also so pretty

deff one of those guys w the longest eyelashes than any girl lol

lowk tennis player!denki?

also sorta see him as a swimmer/waterpolo

hanta sero

he is just so friendly

lowk a npc

but i still love him

he's so laid back and chill and has such a relaxed personality

like if you'd ever need to just have a calm night/hang out with one of your friends, he's the first person youd call

has had mulitple gfs, but def not a player

they just never seem to workout

would start a bs club with his friends so every other week they could just order a couple pizzas to school and hang out in the chill teachers class

idk i feel like hes kinda artsy

like he took art 1 his freshman year just for an easy a and schedule requirements, but he realized he was actually kinda creative

likes to doodle in class rather than pay attention now

lowk plays basketball

big car guy!!

tenya iida

THE honor student

number 1 in his class

5.0 gpa

student council persident all 4 years of high school

friend group is made up of all the other nerds who take 10+ ap classes

definitely got into multiple colleges before even applying

definitely not just saying this because of his quirk, but would lowk do track n xc

everything ive said so far i legit just his normal self😭😭😭 lemme try to get more specific

lowk imagine an iida where like outside of school he's lowk a partier

like imagine him getting blackout drunk every weekend but sobering up for school every week

and still being the best student in his grade

he's just so handsome

multiple girls have liked him but he's rejected them due to wanting to have his life set in place before thinking about romance

hitoshi shinso

he's so fucking emo just look at him

ok well not emo but just a little alternative

but yk in an american high school being a little alt means other people see you as full out gothic

so what if he's just a little quiet and brooding☹️☹️

again he's also smart

but he doesn't take all those honor classes

he wouldn't admit it but his favorite genre to watch is reality tv

best believe he was fully invested in season 6 of love island

#ppgbackontop

not an athletic guy

but was definitely forced to like play soccer or sum as a kid

works at your local comic/record store

all the emo girls that come in have a crush on him

thats all i got😫

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boyfie sero who's all like:

"oh hey, baby."

hanta grins as he kicks the door shut behind him with one socked foot, a little too casually, arms still awkwardly braced around a suspiciously large cardboard box.

"hanta…" you say, slow, cautious.

he flashes all teeth, mischievous and boyish at once. "what’s up?"

you eye him. then the box. then back to him. "why did you just close the door?"

"what? me? the door? no door. i don’t know what a door is. never heard of it."

you blink. "are you… are you good?"

"yep. i’m good. i’m super good. super chill. like, zen. like a lizard on a warm rock."

you narrow your eyes. he’s trying too hard. his ears are a little pink. he’s definitely hiding something.

"yeah, well, you look good too," you reply, slowly circling toward him like he’s a suspicious animal and you’re about to check under the box flaps.

his expression shifts in an instant. smile turning into a lopsided smirk, head tilting just a little as he clocks the tone in your voice.

"i—really?" his voice lifts, playful. "how good?"

you step in closer, toe-to-toe now. "super good."

hanta’s breath stutters just slightly as your lips barely graze his. his eyes flutter, fingers tightening around the box—

bang.

you reach past him with zero ceremony and shove the door back open.

"what is that?"

he jolts like you caught him red-handed. "tank."

"…tank?"

"for the fish," he says, far too quickly.

"what fish?"

he clears his throat. "you remember that goldfish i won you at the fair? with the tiny castle and the weird eyes?"

"yeah…"

"well. it, uh. it died."

"it died?!"

"okay—wait—i swear it wasn’t my fault!" his voice spikes up, hands waving wildly as he backs toward the bed, tank clutched to his chest like it’s some kind of apology. "i tried to stop denki from flushing it, i swear—"

"denki flushed it down the toilet?!"

"did i say that?" he squeaks. "what? nooo… i mean… okay yes. but! but! i felt really bad about it. so i got you a new tank! like… like a real one. like with filters and gravel and plants, babe. like a whole aquascape moment."

you stare.

"…you bought a tank."

"for fishes," he repeats earnestly.

"a fish tank."

"yes."

"that is now in your bedroom."

"that is… correct."

and then, like a dam breaking, he launches into a full-on ramble as he sets the box down and yanks it open to show you the insides: colorful gravel, a tiny bubbling treasure chest, some plastic seaweed. he’s already unboxing it like you said yes.

"okay so listen, i did research. actual research. there’s a huge difference between saltwater and freshwater tanks and we are not doing saltwater because that’s like a whole other budget and i’m not emotionally prepared to take care of a clownfish. but freshwater? freshwater i can handle. and, dude, there’s this little fish called a celestial pearl danio and it’s, like, glittery. it sparkles. like you."

you blink.

"…you’re comparing me to a fish?"

"a beautiful fish," he corrects, very seriously. "also maybe a moss ball. those are kind of cute. round and low maintenance."

you make a face.

he beams. "you’re my moss ball."

you groan, but your face is already betraying you with a smile. "you’re so stupid."

"and yet you love me," he says, smug, crossing the room to wrap his arms around you from behind.

you sigh dramatically but lean into him anyway. "you’re lucky you’re cute."

"super cute," he mumbles into your shoulder.

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random texts w/ random mha boys | i.

characters katsuki bakugou, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hanta sero

parts: i.

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dinner served cold // smau

when it's his first time meeting your family at the holiday function

a/n: hiiii happy thanksgivinggg here is a quick quick lil before i get fawked up

sero hanta, bakugou katsuki, izuku midoriya, shinsou hitoshi

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ya’ll don’t understand the pain when you try to search for x reader fics with a certain character only to find incorrect quotes or those short imagines with other characters

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I need more people in my life who are head over heels for Hanta Sero like I am 🥺🥰

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“my girl”

hanta sero x reader

“i guess you'd say, what can make me feel this way?”

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it starts small.

“my girl likes this song,” hanta says casually, halfway through rolling a blunt, the group piled onto the back porch at denki’s place. it’s a chill night — someone brought drinks, someone brought snacks, someone brought the speaker. easy vibes. until hanta opens his mouth again.

“i think she played it in the car the other day. she’s got a playlist for, like, rainy thursdays when she’s mad at the sun or something.”

“okay,” mina blinks. “and?”

he shrugs. “just saying. she’s got range.”

the first time does the whole “my girl” thing, it’s cute.

the third time, bakugou threatens violence.

“if my girl was here,” hanta says fifteen minutes later, watching kirishima try to jury-rig a busted lighter with duct tape and optimism, “she could fix that in like five seconds.”

“we get it,” bakugou snaps. “you’ve got a fuckin’ girlfriend.”

“a cool one,” hanta sighs dreamily.

“a real fixer-upper,” denki teases. “so handy. so mysterious. does she even exist or did you ai generate her with midoriya’s laptop?”

“nah,” hanta grins. “she’s real. and hot. and smart. and she makes this soup—bro, this soup, i’m telling you—”

“oh my god,” mina groans. “we know.”

but they don’t, not really.

they don’t know how you leave little voice notes in the middle of the night when he’s not answering fast enough, all sleepy and slurred and half giggles. they don’t know that you hum to yourself in the shower or that you steal his hoodies and always leave one sock behind when you crash at his place.

they don’t know that he keeps the blurry photo of you asleep on his chest set as his lockscreen.

they don’t know that when you laugh too hard, you lean forward like your whole body’s in on the joke.

they don’t know what it’s like to be loved by you.

so yeah.

he talks about you.

a lot.

because he’s still kinda in shock that he gets to.

“my girl would love this spot,” he says when the group checks out a new cafe downtown. “she’s got this thing for ugly little chairs. like the weirder the vibe, the better.”

“if my girl was here,” he says, half-asleep in the back of the car on the way home, “she’d tell you you’re all being dramatic and then say something actually helpful.”

“my girl’s the reason i passed that last quiz,” he adds later. “she’s like. smart-smart. you know?”

sometimes you hear it secondhand.

“sero literally would not shut up about you,” mina texts one night, attached to a video of him saying, “you don’t get it, bro. she’s like. if soup was a person. but sexy.”

you ask him about it the next day, casually. “so.... i’m soup?”

and he just lights up.

“yeah,” he grins, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “like, comforting and warm and a little spicy and you always make me feel better.”

you snort, but your face burns anyway. “you’re such a loser.”

“obviously,” he says, and then: “but like. only for you.”

and then he makes a heart with his hands. and kisses your nose. and starts telling you about the weird cat that lives outside his building and how he named it after you.

and you let him ramble, because you love him too.

and he loves you out loud.

loud enough for everyone to hear.

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PREPARE TO BE SICKK OF ME!!

can i request Apple cider by beabadoobee, acappella ft sero (i hope i did this right 😓)

APPLE CIDER

Apple Cider by beabadoobee, acapella ver. ft. Hanta Sero

⋆ he didn't like you that much. right?

⋆ sero hanta x female reader (reader was referred to as "she" once) ⋆ written in 2nd pov, wc: 1.3k ⋆ this request is from the 400 followers event!! mha masterlist ⋆ other notes: one swear word (fuck) & sero's a flirt (i think)

“want some?” hanta extended his arm to offer you a cup of apple cider. the two of you were seated next to each other in the dorm's common room. you had a couch all to yourselves, as the rest of your classmates shared the other seats.

“no thanks, I already had some earlier.” he raised a brow at you as if you just told a blatant lie. he leaned closer to you, his head now right beside yours. did someone turn up the heat? you heard hanta sniff beside you which caused you to turn your head to face him. since when did he get so close? you would’ve fallen off the couch if it wasn’t for hanta’s quick reflexes. 

“I had some earlier, she said. dude your hair smells like fruit punch. what are you talking about?” his hand was still around your wrist as he sarcastically questioned you with a smirk. okay, someone definitely turned up the heat now. you pulled your arm away from his grip as you fixed your position on the couch. you were sitting directly beside hanta now, not facing his direction.

“yeah yeah, whatever. I’ll have some later.” a chuckle sounded beside you and just as you suspected, it came from hanta. as you looked at him through your peripheral vision, you couldn’t help but let out a smile yourself. 

it had always been like this with hanta. every little thing he did seemed to make your heart ache in a good way, as you described it. even so, you managed to convince yourself that you didn’t even like him that much. the way he made your heart flutter when he looked at you a certain way, the way you always let out a smile even when he was teasing you, and the way one of you would constantly sneak into the other’s dorm during your official movie nights did not mean anything.

for what seemed like the whole time you knew each other, it was an alternating routine for the two of you to “subtly” flirt with one another. one time at a casual training with the whole class was the first time hanta saw you with your hair all tied up in a ponytail. he didn’t realize he was staring until kaminari bumped into him causing the both of them to hit the ground. 

“gee dude, what was that for?” hanta began to sit up from his position on the floor, sending a glare towards jirou who was laughing behind him. “what do you mean what was that for?!” kaminari sat up as well, frantically waving his hands in front of him. 

“you’re the one that’s not supposed to be just standing there!” he gestured toward hanta to emphasize his point. jirou wiped the tears from her eyes as she finally walked towards the two on the floor. she reached out her hand to help hanta stand up, making kaminari send them a look. the girl sighed and offered kaminari a hand too. 

“thanks for the laugh, but uh” jirou paused as she eyed hanta. “kaminari’s right, we were supposed to be sparring with partners minutes ago, while you’re still there giving y/n googly eyes.” 

“no I was not!” hanta immediately denied jirou’s claim, as he glanced between his friends.

“uh huh, whatever dude. keep lying to yourself.” kaminari gave the tape hero a pat on the back before he and jirou went back to their sparring. hanta turned to look back at the direction he last saw you. he immediately regretted it when he found you looking back at him with a raised brow. he looked away, the tips of his ears now a shade of red. he didn’t like you that much, he assured himself.

that wasn’t the only “incident” between the two of you that caused one or both of you to have red ears and faces. when hanta walked into class with his hair half up and half down, you gave him a chuckle, reasoning that you liked the idea of his hairstyle. but it could use some fixing. your time before your first teacher arrived in the classroom was spent making sure hanta’s hair was tied up properly. for the following weeks, he insisted on wearing his hair like that and having you tie it for him.

on a day out with friends, he complimented the jumper you wore. since then, you made sure to immediately wash it after wearing it so you could use it the next time you were out with him. speaking of days out, the two of you would always be a pair whenever you were in public. one of you could never be found without the other, with the way you were always found talking to each other, hand in hand. 

it was a push and pull between you and hanta, the both of you were so painfully obvious with your feelings but neither of you would be straightforwardly admit it. you had gotten so used to dancing around the topic, that even your classmates were close to ripping their hair out because of it. you were the best of friends, and the both of you were already content with what you had. though neither of you could deny that both of you had wanted to be more than that every so often. 

unfortunately, that was still the case while you’re right beside hanta right now. the cup of apple cider was still in his hand but the smile he wore earlier was replaced with a look of concern. “you okay there? you zoned out on me.”

“huh? I- yeah, I’m fine.” you lightly shook your head to get rid of the thoughts plaguing your mind. he still gave you a look, but dropped it as he guessed you weren’t going to tell him what was on your mind anyway. 

“if you say so. you’re staring was pretty intense, I didn’t have anything on my face though.” he started to lean close to you again, leaving a small space between your faces. you hated that you loved to do that. “what? you have a crush on me or something?”

you didn’t let yourself get speechless again as you snarked back at him instantly. “crush? on you? what are we hanta, fifth graders? and plus, maybe it’s you who has a crush on me with how much you’ve been getting in my personal space today.”

it was a challenge with how you leaned towards him too, now there really was little to no space between you. and, bingo. he was the flustered one this time. it was pretty easy to guess anyway, hanta’s ears get so unbelievably red whenever he was caught off guard. you liked that look on him, it was cute. 

“get a room dumbasses!” bakugou’s voice boomed throughout the room, causing both you and hanta to flinch away from each other. you sent the blonde a glare, and he only rolled his eyes in return. hanta cleared his throat beside you.

“so, uh- are we still up for later? I just restocked the snacks in my room.” he spoke so slowly, as if you were going to call the pros on him for asking. your back was facing him, so you turned to answer his question. he was setting his cup down on the coffee table in front of you, and turned to meet your eyes.

“yeah, of course. I’ll find a way to sneak in.” you breathe out a laugh before you continue. “again. I’ll bring the apple cider and fruit punch too.”

“that’s what I like to hear. I have a movie to watch in mind already.” his smirk was back on his face. god, you hated it when he did that. and before he could keep talking, you interrupted him. “I’ll just get you a refill of this, I’ll be back.”

you grabbed his empty cup from the table, and stood up from the couch in a rush. hanta’s eyes followed your figure until it disappeared when you turned to the kitchen. he chuckled and lightly shook his head. fuck, maybe he did like you that much. 

a/n: THIS REQUEST WAS SO CUTE AAAAAACK I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT this was definitely self-indulgent, I'm sorry I won't even try to deny it</3 and you did this super right rosie, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST!! I hope you enjoyed<3

also the images are like weird and not placed properly on my laptop but on my phone they look ok so idk idk pls let me know if they're like placed vertically for you too tyvm 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

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“nah, i can’t, bro. my girl said no.”

hanta’s voice is casual, breezy, like he’s turning down a movie he’s already seen. except the movie is an invite to hit this new ramen spot downtown, something the group’s been trying to plan for weeks.

denki, leaning against the kitchen counter with a stolen capri-sun in hand, blinks at him in utter disbelief. “you literally just said she’s asleep.”

“exactly,” hanta says, like he’s pointing out the obvious. “she’s asleep, and i don’t wanna wake her.”

denki’s eyes narrow. “you’re at your house.”

hanta doesn’t flinch. “the vibes are asleep, denki. don’t mess with the energy.”

in the corner of the room, bakugou lets out a sound so sharp and pained it’s honestly impressive it’s not lethal. “you are so full of shit.”

hanta just grins, throwing his phone lazily onto the couch and stretching like he’s got all the time in the world. he’s draped across the sectional like he lives there—which he kind of does, when you’re around. the hoodie he’s wearing still smells like your shampoo. his legs are tangled in a fuzzy blanket you left behind two days ago, the one you claimed clashed with his “whole aesthetic” but brought over anyway. your socks—those ridiculous yellow ones with the tiny strawberries—are balled up under the coffee table.

everything in here is steeped in you. your perfume still hangs faintly in the air. your laugh echoes if he thinks about it too hard.

it’s not that he can’t go out.

it’s just—okay. no. it’s exactly that. he can’t go out. not when he could be here, waiting for you.

“look, i’m sorry,” he says with all the sincerity of a man who is not sorry in the slightest, “missus said no. y’know how it is.”

denki frowns at him, straw still in his mouth. “you don’t even call her that to her face.”

“i call her worse,” hanta replies proudly, just before a throw pillow comes flying from bakugou’s corner of the room and smacks him in the head with practiced precision.

“you’re so annoying when you’re in love,” bakugou mutters, already reaching for another pillow like it’s open season on sentimentality.

“thank you!” hanta chirps, catching the first pillow and hugging it to his chest like a trophy. “finally, someone’s noticing the effort I put into being an incredible boyfriend.”

“you’re lying to avoid social plans,” denki points out flatly. “you bailed on us last week too.”

“that time she really did say no.”

“no she didn’t.”

“she could have!” hanta says, like that somehow justifies it. “i just… preemptively respected her boundaries.”

bakugou makes a noise like he’s seriously debating whether homicide is worth the paperwork.

hanta settles deeper into the couch, gaze flicking briefly to his phone screen—already lighting up with a little preview of your goodnight text, the one you typed before your post-shift nap knocked you out. he doesn’t open it. just smiles at it. lets it sit there like a quiet little warm thing in his chest.

you’re coming over later. you mentioned it in passing this morning, half-asleep and brushing your teeth. said something about bringing that stupidly specific kind of candy he likes from the store near your work. he knows you’ll show up smelling like body lotion and a long day, probably steal another one of his hoodies and complain about the lack of snacks in his pantry like you don’t eat them all.

and if you’re even a minute late, he’ll act like he’s not checking the window every five seconds like a dog waiting for the mailman.

but right now, you’re asleep. and you’re still the best excuse he’s ever had.

“y’know,” he says, propping one foot up on the coffee table, “i just think it’s important to prioritize your partner. i’m choosing love. you guys are choosing noodles. i’m making mature decisions.”

“you’re eating half a pack of gummy worms and wearing her fuzzy socks.”

“maturely.”

denki sighs and checks the time. “whatever. i’m leaving in ten.”

“send me pics,” hanta calls after him, already fishing for the remote. “unless they’re ugly. then keep them to yourself.”

bakugou, on his way out, doesn’t say goodbye—just mutters something that sounds like simp and slams the door harder than necessary.

hanta doesn’t care.

he’s got a show paused right where you left off. your blanket. your scent. your goodnight text warming the screen like a promise.

the vibes are asleep, yeah.

and he’d rather stay in them, anyway.

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dating the bakusquad, with moodboards!!

pt. 2

characters: h.sero, k.bakugou, e.kirishima, d.kaminari, m.ashido note: quirkless au (?), implied fem partner for all of them, lowercase intended. pictures used are not mine, all of them are found on pinterest!!:)

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SERO HANTA "let me make your heart happy, amor"

afternoon naps on his hammock!!! being wrapped up all cozy in his arms while the hammock gently swayed the both of you side to side.

dates with him could range from eating ramen on your bed while watching the latest episodes of your favorite series, to going to different places (ex. an aquarium, a restaurant, a park, yeah you get it) just because he adores seeing you dressed up in different outfits.

and even though you think you practically wear similar outfits to almost every date you guys go to, he still thinks you look stunning. he's a grateful and appreciative man, what can I say?

before the two of you head out, though, he has this thing where he would always take your hand and twirl you around. he says he has to relish being the only one to see you this gorgeous before stepping outside the door and having everyone else see your beauty as well.

hanta is big on acts of service. the two of you just pulled up at home from a date night and he's already stepping out the car to jog over to the passenger's side to open the car door for you.

the two of you have been walking around the park for some time now and he notices that your shoelaces got untied. before you know it, he's asked you to stop walking for a sec and is already kneeling in front of you and tying your laces.

and for the nights the both of you just want some fresh air but are too tired to get out of the house entirely, you guys spend hours upon hours on the rooftop lying down on a futon bed, watching the stars, and content with each other's company.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI "you're such a dumbass, sweetheart. you're lucky I love you"

it's been said and reasoned that bakugou would be someone that loves hiking or mountain climbing, that it would be a hobby of his, and he has done it multiple times. meaning he would know the areas on the mountain he's gone hiking on like the back of his hand.

he would know the spot where the air would be the breeziest, the spot where you could gaze at the sky at night and have a clear view of the stars, the spot where the river is clean and safe to rest by. most importantly, he knows where the both of you could watch the sunset together in peace, basking in the comfortable silence between you two.

katsuki is a morning person. he wakes up at 4 or 5, most likely to go out on a jog. on the mornings he comes back from his run and you're asleep still in bed, he makes breakfast and coffee for the both of you. and when he's feeling extra generous, he'd wake you up with breakfast in bed.

whenever the two of you go out for example to the mall, and you're feeling more hyper than usual, you somehow end up wandering away from katsuki without him noticing just because you saw a pretty keychain at the window of a store. when he turned around because he didn't feel your hand holding his anymore, he was surprised to see you weren't there at all. he had a pretty hard time finding you that day since he forgot he couldn't call you because you gave your phone to him saying you're afraid you might accidentally leave it somewhere and forget.

after that's happened a couple of times, he learned to just carry you around (in a not so elegant way, may I add) just so you would stop wandering away from him and having him look for you everywhere.

we all know he cooks. and he's good at it, obvs. some time in your relationship, you ask (beg) him to teach you how to cook. whether you really don't know how to, or you were just looking for ways to spend more time with him. at first he thought it would be a waste of time since he could cook for the both of you anyways. his words not mine. but eventually, after some convincing, (he knew you wouldn't stop pestering him about this) he gave in and taught you how to cook.

and on the nights neither of you have the energy to make dinner, you take quick trips to any fast food restaurants that are close by. (much to katsuki's dismay)

KIRISHIMA EIJIRO "put your hand on my chest, darling. can you feel how it beats for you?"

when I saw the pic at the middle left I immediately thought of kiri. it's just idk I always thought of him as such a loveable sap.

whenever you feel sad, under the weather, or generally just upset, eijiro sets a mission to make you feel better asap. he often does that by taking it upon himself to wrap you in his arms completely. almost in a sense of shielding you from the world and anything that could possibly harm you.

he's aware of how big of a man he is physically. why wouldn't he be after so long of consistently going to the gym? despite that, he's the type to engage in play fights with you. doesn't matter if it involves pillows, tickles, or whatever else.

and obviously, with all that muscle of his, it's given that he'd win all those fights. but he doesn't. he humors you, let's you win from time to time, just so he could see that wide grin of yours when you manage to pin his arms down after hitting each other with your pillows for minutes now.

eijiro loves physical touch. being able to feel you reminds him of how this is real. it reminds him that you're there for him. and he'll always be there for you too.

therefore, he always has to be touching you. whether it be in the form of a hug, intertwined fingers, his arm around your shoulder, or just a single finger poking at you.

every time the two of you go on a date, he always brings you a gift when he picks you up. one time it was a shark stuffed toy, another time it was a slice of your favorite cake, and sometimes it was a bouquet of flowers. he would give you anything that reminds him of you and everything he knows would make you happy. heck he'd give you the world if he could.

KAMINARI DENKI "hey, sunshine! you're everything to me. you know that, right?"

every time the two of you go out, it's an unspoken rule in your relationship to make sure you take pictures of each other. the both of you say that it's for the memories, but the truth is that you guys just think that one another is so pretty.

denki is starting to think how ridiculous it is that he still gets flustered by how good you look whenever the two of you go on dates, considering the huge amount of times you have gone out with each other.

dates with him often include games, theme parks, arcades, and whatnot. he says it gives him the chance to show off to you how great of a boyfriend he really is whenever he wins a game or when he wins you something.

on late nights where neither of you are managing to get some sleep and are starting to get restless, you end up either at a playground or a convenience store near by. you go to a playground when both of you still have a decent amount of energy you need to get out of your system. on the other hand, you two go to a convenience store just to pick up snacks for a late movie night where you both know very well you're going to fall asleep to before 30 minutes has even gone by in the film.

there are afternoons where the both of you prefer a quiet time, and you could only be doing one of three things. you playing with denki's hair, denki writing on your hand, or you both taking a nap while having your arms around each other.

y'all def make playlists for each other

denki absolutely adores the idea of having matching outfits and clothes with you. the clothes that you both wear that pair well together makes him feel like you two make a great pair yourselves. he goes shopping with you just for the chances to find matching clothes for you both. whether it be pajamas, casual clothes, or something like the pikachu onesies he loves.

MINA ASHIDO "you're the prettiest sweetheart I've ever set my eyes on, honey"

there's something about the way mina dances that just wants you to do the same. you may not know how to dance but that doesn't matter. she guides both of your bodies through the rhythm of the music that's playing in the background, all the while both of you are looking at each other like you're the only people that matter right now.

yeah, that's how some late nights are when you're with her.

I also feel like she's the type to know how to roller skate, and she loves it. she loves the feeling of being able to freely glide on the floor without a care in the world. and since she loves it, it only makes sense that she introduces it to you.

the two of you often go on dates to the roller skating rink, and she makes sure that the both of you have so. much. fun. she's not letting the day end until both of you have jaw aching grins on your faces.

she loves loves loves having matching things with you!!! unlike denki, she doesn't only like having matching clothes with you. the two of you have matching shoes, necklaces, bracelets, hair accessories, purses, almost anything you could think of.

you know when you're supposed to be doing a deep clean in your room but then you find stuff that you completely forgot you own underneath your other stuff that's been piled up then you get distracted by it and play around with everything? yeah that's you and mina on weekends you decide to actually clean up either one of your bedrooms. any found accessory that you guys come across, you manage to put everything on.

intimate times with mina consists of doing skincare together, doing each other's makeup, and generally just making each other the prettiest you've ever felt. all while you're listening to music together.

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IN A WORLD OF BOYS...

↳ ...they're gentlemen. wherein you don't need to be royal blood for your best boys to treat you like a princess platonic!bksquad boys (k. bakugou, e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero) x fem!reader notes/warnings: swearing/language, the boys call reader nicknames (babes, babe, darling, sweetheart, etc.) from time to time

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a/n: aka my fav taylor swift song with my fav boys!! sort of a 1k special? I'm still debating on the event ahaha anyway, I'll be answering asks tomorrow!! classes are suspended so I have all the time in the world tomorrow hihi<3

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You draw Sero so lovingly I can only see him as your baby now ngl. Your MHA OC in the main cast haha

thank you! that means a lot! i love sero so much! i cried twice because twitter was making jokes abt how no one would care if he died, and i was like!!! NO!!! I DO CARE!!! haha - but yeah, he means a lot to me, because i really do feel like a background character irl.

maybe i put a lot of my own stuff in him, but i try to respect the manga as much as possible, keeping him goofy, smiley, funny, sassy... i may repeat myself, but i don't like the angst/dark/fuckboy/stoner sero (to each their own haha). and since horkoshi based him on a joke to himself and on spiderman, i feel like sero must be like. a nice, happy guy who feels ppl with joy, you know?

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The day at the beach had been colder than expected, with a biting wind that turned your bare shoulders into a field of goosebumps. You hadn’t packed right—too confident in the forecast. So as you sat curled in on yourself, hugging your knees, watching the waves roll in while the rest of the class played in the surf.

“Hey,” came a voice, familiar and casual. “You look sad and cold.”

You looked up to find Hanta Sero standing over you, smiling with that easy charm he always seemed to carry .

“I—I’m okay,” you lied, teeth practically chattering.

He raised a brow, then in one smooth motion peeled off his shirt—an old black band tee with a faded logo, a tear in the sleeve, and soft wear along the collar—and tossed it over your head. “Take it. I run hot anyway.”

You sat there stunned, tangled in warmth and fabric and… him. It smelled like citrus shampoo and something faintly earthy, and that was it—you were doomed. That was the moment you fell harder.

You never gave the shirt back and you never pretended to.

At first, you meant to. But then it lingered on your desk then, migrated to your bed. And before you knew it, it became your comfort object—sometimes worn to sleep, sometimes clutched like a pillow. It was your little piece of him.

Which was why, when Class 1-A’s laundry rotation came around and your room was forcefully purged of all clothing items by a determined Yaoyorozu, panic set in.

You tore through your drawers and rummaged under your bed. The shirt was gone.

Momo blinked calmly as you approached her, breathless. “Yaoyorozu, where did you put my laundry bag?”

“I sorted everyone’s clothes by label. Yours should be in the one of the machines on the left.”

“Are you sure?” you pressed, trying not to sound as desperate as you felt. “There was a black shirt—old, a little beat up, smells like boyish and wee…earthy—”

Momo gave you a look, “I didn’t see anything like that.”

“Fuck—it’s important, okay?” Flustered and unhinged, you charged through the dorm halls. But on your way to the laundry room, you passed the common area—and nearly died.

Because there was Bakugou Katsuki, casually wiping down the arm of the couch with something bunched up and suspiciously dark.

Your soul left your body.

“WAIT—WHAT ARE YOU WIPING WITH?!”

He glared at you mid-swipe, asking or rather questioning, “What the fuck are you screeching about?”

You lunged, snatched the fabric from his hand, and unfolded it with trembling fingers, only to find it was just an old rag, not his shirt. You exhaled, flopped back in relief, and promptly chucked the cloth over your shoulder but in the process, it hit Bakugou in the face.

“You wanna DIE?!”

“Sorry! It’s a crisis—not important!” you yelled over your shoulder, already sprinting down the hallway.

The laundry room was a battlefield itself. There were detergent spills, mystery socks, half-folded shirts abandoned. You combed through every machine, cursed every missing load, and even dove behind the dryers. That’s where you spotted it—crumpled and forlorn inside the back of a dryer drum.

“Yes,” you whispered dramatically, reaching in like you were grabbing a priceless relic. Only, in true cliche fashion , your sweater caught on the dryer lip. You tugged once, twice and got stuck.

“Shit.” Great, here was the start of an embarrassing memory. So there you were, half your body swallowed by the machine, ass in the air, arms flailing—and in walked help or rather, Sero.

“…Okay,” he said after a pause. “Do I wanna know?”

You squeaked. “I’m fine!”

“You’re literally halfway inside a dryer.”

“I’m pulling something out.”

He crouched next to your visible body, laughing under his breath. “Do I need to call support? Or Kaminari?”

“No! God, no. Last thing I need is him filming this for the group chat or worse, pornhub.”

His gaze peered in to the crumpled shirt in your trapped hand. “Wait. Is that my old band tee?”

You froze.

“You still have that?” he asked, surprise blooming across his face. “I thought I lost that ages ago.” You stared at the shirt’s frayed edges, the rip in the back, and the faint, lingering scent of him that somehow hadn’t fully washed out. You made sure it didn’t.

“…Yeah,” you admitted, voice low. “It’s kind of special to me.”

He tilted his head, curiosity sparkling. “Why?”

You glanced at him, heart stammering. “Because that was the first time you talked to me.”

His smile softened, eyes flickering with something unreadable for a moment. Then he rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks slightly pink.

“I talk to you a lot now,” he said, voice a little quieter.

“You do,” you murmured.

He reached forward to help untangle your sweater, fingers brushing your waist lingering a beat longer than necessary. As he pulled, the shirt gave a dramatic rip on one of the dryer’s side, practically disintegrating in your hands.

You stared at the torn cloth, mournful. “My shirt…”

Sero winced. “RIP.” You two sat there in the aftermath, surrounded by lint and his hand still lightly on your knee. He looked at the remains of the shirt, then at you. “You really liked that old thing?”

“It wasn’t just a shirt,” you said, curling the scraps to your chest. “It was yours.” His gaze locked on yours, more intense now. A pause stretched between them, heavier than before.

“…You want another one?” he asked, voice softer.

You blinked. “What?”

“I’ve got a closet full of dumb shirts. I mean, most aren’t dryer-proof, apparently. But I’ll let you pick. Hell, take a few.”

Your eyes widened, and your mouth opened slightly. “Are you… sure?”

His grin grew. “Think of it as a limited edition sleepwear collection by yours truly.”

You burst out laughing, warmth blooming in your chest. “I’d be honored.” He offered his hand, pulling you up with a slight tug, faces inches apart. Neither of you moved immediately and his palm didn’t drop from yours.

You smiled, nervous and giddy all at once. “You are aware of what you’re doing if you give me all your shirts right? I mean it looks like we’re dating.”

“Yea I know,” he said, with a chuckle. “Guess you’ll just have to come by sometime and grab a few replacements.”

Your heart skipped, his answer direct of what he intends.

“…You’re trouble.” you said, shaking your head.

He winked, smiling, “Only to emotionally attached girls in dryers.” You shoved him playfully, but didn’t let go of his hand.

And just like that, your favorite shirt might’ve been destroyed—but something else had just begun, you got the boy.

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Hiii rue!!🫶🏻🫶🏻

Can I get a sero x reader smau where sero is a singer and reader is just a normal waiter who saved up enough to go to his concert and somehow he gets her number and they fall in love happily ever after

Thank you 💕 bye bye

fall in love happily ever after okay yes hearrddd HEHE thank u for sending in another submission ilyyyy <3

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