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hi! can you do a bakugou x reader where the reader’s in a toxic relationship but he likes her? thank you!

EEEKK! yes yes yes i love that im getting reqs now. absolutely! please let me know if you guys want a series! also PLEASE send me more reqs. i am totally a people pleaser and I love giving my audience what they want! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂)⸝♡

a/n : toxic partner remains unnamed. thinking of making them another canon character. any ideas on who??

if you let go first

⤷ a timeskip!katsuki bakugou x taken!reader

it kills him that you’re not his anymore.

there was a time where the two of you actually seemed to be getting close. he liked you, goddammit, and he hated admitting it. he hated the way you made his stomach flutter whenever you said something. anything. he hated how he always glanced your way during training to see if you were watching. god, he just hated how you made him feel.

he couldnt get any sleep. sleep was probably the only thing that kept him sane. he was losing it, so when you affected his sleep, he couldn’t handle it.

he did what any reasonable guy would do and completely ghosted you. everywhere. locked on social media, your number was blocked, he even stopped talking to you in the halls or in class.he hated his highschool career and it was all because of you.

he even hated the way you looked up at him when you asked what you had did wrong to deserve his silent treatment. well, he couldn’t just tell you he liked you, right? that’d be too easy. what if you laughed in his face, and that reputation he took forever to build was just…gone?

he hated you.

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he loved you! 

more than he would like to admit! after all these years, you were the one still on his mind. why? why couldn’t he shake you out of his thoughts? why were you stuck in his head. didn’t you have anyone else to bother?

he can’t even focus on his duties when you’re constantly at the back of his mind. the two of you haven’t had a real conversation in years. you two only ever talked about patrol arrangements or what shifts you’d be taking.

he needed you now. he needed to talk to you again, to be so sickeningly obsessed with you like he was back in highschool.

he was off duty, on his break. making his way to a little coffee shop in the corner of a few old brick buildings and an alleyway. he never really liked eating out in public. even if the fans knew not to swarm pros in uniform. that rule was bullshit, he thought. they’d do it anyways, right? it was no use implementing it. just because he was in uniform didn’t technically mean he was fighting villains. so why put that reputation out?

maybe he just liked the attention of being swarmed.

he grabbed his coffee and turned to walk out, sipping on the hot drink through the little pocket on the lid.

he was just about to go find you, until he stopped.

there you were, in the flesh. god, you still looked so pretty. he yearned for you and he absolutely hated it. he hated that you had to be the one. why you of all people? he saw you everywhere. you were imprinted in his mind. he couldn’t escape you.

he was almost too focused on how you looked to notice who was walking with you. who was that guy, anyways?

“move it, come on. don’t you want me to be able to sleep for work?” the man behind you husked in your ear, leaving hot breath to linger in your eardrum.

you shiver. not wanting to display your discomfort.

you see, after katsuki had completely ghosted you, you sort of felt helpless. katsuki matched your energy more than anyone ever. so when he left, you tried to find someone that was the most possibly similar to him.

you just didnt know what to exactly look for.

because sure, katsuki was a gruff and rude guy. his voice spared no room for further argument and he demanded respect when he sauntered into a room. but that wasn’t the only thing. he also had an eye for talent. he knew who was good enough to be a challenge for him, and he didn’t risk that. he built respect with the people he knew were strong. 

but, in the midst of looking for a carbon copy of katsuki, you met him..

he was just as demanding and rude as katsuki. opinionated. loud. 

but he lacked that respect.

“i know, babe. ‘m sorry..” you murmur, sighing and rubbing your face as the two of you hurry down the sidewalk.

katsuki couldn’t hear, but he didn’t like the look of that guy. or the way he was breathing down your back like that. doesn’t the bastard know you like your space? doesn’t that guy know you’re stronger than arguably anybody in the world?

he didn’t like this. his heart ached.

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──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !! MASTERLIST

જ⁀➴ my hero academia

𓏵 MY HERO BOYS

ᯓ pre dating hcs

ᯓ distracted!reader

𓏵 IZUKU MIDORIYA

coming soon...!

𓏵 KATSUKI BAKUGOU

ᯓ sleepy katsuki!

ᯓ katsuki katsuki katsuki! !slightspice

𓏵 SHOTO TODOROKI

coming soon...!

𓏵 EJIROU KIRISHIMA

ᯓ our love in unbreakable

ᯓ sleeping beauty!

𓏵 DENKI KAMINARI

coming soon...!

𓏵 HANTA SERO

coming soon...!

𓏵 TENYA IIDA

coming soon...!

𓏵 MIRIO TOGATA

ᯓ big arms big arms big arms

𓏵 KEIGO TAKAMI

ᯓ you know i cant make it on my own

𓏵 MY HERO GIRLS

coming soon...!

જ⁀➴ inuyasha

coming soon...!

જ⁀➴ pokemon

coming soon...!

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stop being so good at writing, i can't follow everyone I see 😢

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katsuki , katsuki , katsuki !

thinking about him way too much..

╰┈➤ afab reader implied, but no pronouns used!

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thinking about this man, his hands riding up your sides, looking down at you like you're his when -- technically, you're not.

his lips plunging onto yours, the way he grunts. he’s making you lose your mind. can you take it? he asked you this before the two of you even started. moments before, your answer was an obvious yes. but could you? could you take it?

his big, scarred hands were moving up your body. he was known for combat brilliance, he was ruthless. even now, when his hands insisted on finding their way under your shirt. his hands engulf the swell of your chest. you groan. he notices and smirks to himself.

how long have the two of you been doing this? you don’t even remember. you couldn’t remember anything with his hands on you like this. it wasn’t fair.

no, today was your turn to show him who was boss. 

it took one patrol together. one. ever since, the two of you have always ended your shifts tangled in some bed. whether that was a hotel, his bed, or yours. you just needed a bed by the end of it.

the blond on top of you was relentless, pushing your legs up and back. his uniform was halfway off, so was yours. bundles of leather, zipped cover ups, and boots scattered across the room. the lights were dim. the room was near quiet.

the news played in the background, softly. just humming above the sound of the bed’s occasional croak and and katsuki’s occasional groan back at you. his hands released you, one on the side of your head to steady himself and the other slid up to grip your wrist. but soon, his hand fell into yours, pushing the back of yours into the plush mattress below you.

“you looked good in your fuckin’ uniform…god..” he groaned, looking down at you. you still had bits of it on, and the way it looked was so sexy. whether it was gloves, shoes, a mask, he didn’t care. whatever was on your body still, it made him go wild.

“take it off, y/n.” 

you groan, teeth tugging at your lip as you shake your head. you make him whine. he doesn’t like whatever game you’re playing.

“y/n, im not playing around…” his voice cracks, he’s trying not to look pathetic.

you love it, you eat it up. you love the way he’s just so desperate for you. he needs this, and you know it. 

“ion wanna..” you grumble, tossing him over. the way he grunts as his back hits the bed, the way his hair falls in his face. he’s perfect.

“i want you to take that off,” you retort, pointing at the top of his uniform, still on. 

he furrows his brows. what the hell were you on about?

“the fuck you mean?”

he grumbles, but sits up anyways. it makes you shift on his lap in a way that makes his jaw clench. he throws is top off.

you almost praise him. but he’s not that kinda guy, you know? he’d probably look at you stupid for calling him a good boy.

“you want me?” you ask, settling on the tone of your voice to convey your authority.

god, he loves that. the rich tone in your voice, the way you bite your lip and look down at him.

“shuddup, you freak…come– come here..”

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katsuki bakugou and sleep

a/n: one of three short stories i've written for you guys tonight! enjoy your read!

゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ - reqs open! ive got horrible writers block lately :3

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“katuski, move over!’ you roar. he was really pissing you off now. as much as you loved him, god was he an asshole. he did it just for fun, you knew it. he didn’t care how upset you were. he thought it was funny.

“the hell do you mean ‘move over’? i’m nearly falling off the goddamn bed!” he growls back, pulling the covers off of you and pullin ghtem onto his own body.

this all started because of katsuki’s unreasonably early bedtime. to be fair, katsuki made a lot of sacrifices for you. you wanted to repay him. so, out of the kindness of your heart, you agreed to adapt to his sleep schedule.

and it made “bed-time” hell.

“hey! you asshole–” you reach over to snatch the blankets back. but damn, he’s strong. you usually could appriciate this, but now? now, you were too irritated to bother gawking at him. he pissed you off enough to not get distracted by his yummy back muscles exposed to your view..

you manage to pull the blankets back, wrapping yourself in them.

“hey! hey, hey, hey!” he quickly topples over you. he’s gentle. the both of you are having a little fight, but he still loves you more than anything.

he pulls the blankets back, kneeling over you and trying to get you to let go.

“i’m fuckin’ cold and tired! gimme..” he grumbled. you could tell he was sleepy, his eyes looked all heavy.

you frown and kick him off, chucking a pillow at his face.

now, the fight is more playful than anything. he chucks the pillow back at you. you yelp and fall back onto the bed, giggling.

he furrows his brows at your laugh initially. whats sp funny? he’s thinking to himself, because he wants you to take him seriously. he’s tired. hes pissed. but the sound of your laugh makes his heart flutter in a way hes grown to love over time.

“god, you’re so annoying..” he chuckles himself, pulling the pillow off of your face.

“now go to bed.”

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mirio togata's big arms!

a/n: hello! this is one of three short drabbles I've written for you tonight! enjoy!

゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ - despserate for reqs!

mirio togata and his huge arms.

ugh, he loves picking you up. if you give away any slight hint that your feet are tired, he glances at you. you play hard to get, knowing that in the end, you’d get what you want. the two of you are walking together, hand in hand. usually, both of you are rather chatty. he’s got stories for days, he loves making you laugh. however, this time around, you seemed to be somewhat tired. you knew you were doing it on purpose, he knew you were doing it on purpose. so what gives?

well…

he turns to you, stopping in his tracks with his big, juicy arms in perfect view as he looks down at you. it fully resonates with you in this moment how much taller than you he is. it makes your stomach flip, and the flutter in your abdomen sets off. 

“what’s wrong, cutie? tired from walking?” he asks with a tilt of his head.

he talks to you like you’re so fragile. around him, you can relax. you can stop playing the hero character you did when you stepped foot on the training grounds. you could be fragile with him, not that you necessarily were.

“just a little…” you murmur, frowning at him. he thinks its adorable, and eats it up every time. he loves when you pout like that. it triggers the protector in him that makes him just want to squeeze you!

he laughs – “got’cha baby.” he murmurs as he hoists you up in his arms, holding you bridal style.

it just feels so good to be curled up in his embrace.

“what kinda hero would I be if I couldn’t hold my cute partner?” he remarks, kissing your temple.   

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sleeping beauty, ejirou kirishima ...

a/n: hello! this is one of three short drabbles I wrote tonight. (can you tell ejirou's my fav? ;3) hope you enjoy!

⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ - please send in reqs! i have awful writers block. i write for bnha and Inuyasha. aswell as pokemon (?) depending.

ejirou kirishima. god, he made you drool.

even in sleep, he was gorgeous. the way his chest rose and fell. you couldn’t believe that somebody this perfect was really in bed with you. he looks so good like this, it’s unfair. the morning light hits him just right. ots soft and gold, slipping over the sharp line of his jaw and the slope of his collarbone, catching in his bright red hair. almost blinding. speaking of,  his hair’s a mess. flattened and fluffy in places, sticking out in sleepy tufts. no gel, no effort. just him. and somehow he looks even better like this. hes all undone and peaceful and completely unaware of how stupidly perfect he is.

he wasn’t cuddling you anymore, must’ve rolled away sometime last night. you swear you can see the curve of a smile on his perfect, flawless face like he’s dreaming something good. maybe about you. either way, it doesn’t matter because he’s here, and he’s real, and he’s yours.

he’s so painfully beautiful, it hurts. he’s perfect.

gosh, you just wanted to eat up the side of his cheek, kiss him all over. but then again, you didn’t want to disturb the sleeping beauty that was ejirou kirishima. he stirs in bed, humming dissapointedly at what you could only assum e was his body waking him.

he wakes! you think, as if he’s some shakespearean prince, waking from a long slumber.

you immediately cling to his side.

“mornin’...” he mumbles. you hum, and kiss his jaw.

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MY HERO BOYS and the ways they subtly get your attention when you're distracted..

a/n : hiiiii, i like doing these little headcannon bits. please let me know if you would like some for the ladies, villains, or pros, too!

proofread?: no time to! sorry for errors (˶˃⤙˂˶)

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Ი︵𐑼IZUKU MIDORIYA

the two of you are visiting his mother. you, ofcourse, had always loved her. shes always loved you, remembering the nights her son would come home and accidentally babble about you. the two of you got along very well. which, izuku loved. but during times like this, he hated it. he hated how deeply you were engaged in conversation with his mother. he didn’t get like this often but when he did it was almost unbearable.

- his hand over the back of the couch behind you. his fingers digging into the cushions. its not that he’s upset, he just needs you.

- big yearner. he looks over at you with this subtle pout. his round eyes all desperate and needy for you — god it was so precious.

- when he gets a little more impatient, his hand slides to play with your hair, looking at you and only you.

- “baby, can we please go up to my room?”

Ი︵𐑼KATSUKI BAKUGOU

shopping. he hated shopping. he was being so sour and huffy the whole time, it was pissing you off just a little. your gaze focuses on two particular tops you wanted. you just couldn’t decide which one was cuter. your brain wasn’t helping. suddenly making up about a thousand things wrong with each of the tops, making your decision that much harder. he didn’t like that you werent talking to him as frequently as before, even despite his loud sighs and deliberate comments. he hated how much he needed your attention.

- groaning. loudly. you’d think he was dying. he’ll just roll his eyes, groaning and turning away from you. he’s just so stubborn.

- grabbing things you’re holding or looking at. in this scenario, he snatches the tops. he doesn’t care if it makes you mad. the important thing is that your pretty eyes are on him. only him.

- when you won’t look at him even then, he subtly rubs his pinky on your wrist or thigh. poking you just a little, looking away with a frown as you look up at him confused. he pulls away when you look at him and does it again when you look away.

- “just get them both. can we leave now?”

Ი︵𐑼SHOTO TODOROKI

he has no problem with pda, but he hates doing it in class. he’d rather not be distracted when he’s trying to better his future. it’s not that he’s being harsh, he’s just determined. (in a so cool, nonchalant kinda way. definitely). deep into your relationship, you started to adapt, developing that trait aswell. he did not like that. he had his days where he would find you during lunch break or training hours, but today you were just so focused.

- he doesn’t like to demand. he’s actually quite shy to ask you for things. he rests a hand on your thigh, flipping it over and offering his open palm. thats all. 

- he just looks at your pretty face. gosh, you were just breathtaking. he looks as if hoping to silently get your attention.

- he leans over on your desk just a little more than usual. his elbow knocks yours as you write. he knows that it makes you a little irritated, which gives him exactly what he wants. your acknowledgement! he’s so cute and subtle about it, too. when you point it out he just acts like he has no clue.

- “mm..you done yet?”

Ი︵𐑼EJIROU KIRISHIMA

you’re chilling with him and a few of the girls. you guys are off, chatting about maybe a concert the group of you wanted to attend. at first, he was just scrolling on his phone (maybe or maybe not looking up the show tickets to surprise you). but soon enough, he misses you. even if you’re right there in his arms. he likes letting you be your own person. he doesn’t mind sitting back and watching the love of his life explore their interests. but gosh, he needs you.

- he pulls away from holding you, faking a yawn and leaning back to stretch. why? because he knows you’ll look. he knows you watch for his shirt to ride up. maybe he’ll even flex his arms a little for you.

- he’ll show you random posts he sees. even if it literally has no relation to you or him and you. its most likely the fact that he’s just looking for a subtle excuse to talk to you. bro will literally show you like an ig post of two new energy drink flavors and be like “babe, look, it’s us.”

- plays with your jewelry. his hands find your necklace, toying with the pendant. he also uses it as an excuse to get a whiff of your perfume or just to cuddle up to you. he’ll spin the rings on your fingers or snap the bracelets on your wrists playfully.

- “im sleepy. you tired? i know i am.”

Ი︵𐑼DENKI KAMINARI

you both are laying in bed, you’re on your phone and he was originally playing a video game. but of course, he misses you (because you're a baddie). he crawls over, the bed dipping with his weight. you’re all cozy, wrapped up in his hoodie and your cute little shorts. your headphones are in, and you’re watching some kind of asmr video to help you wind down.

- he tries to take your distraction away. for this example, he tries to legit take your headphones out of your ears. he laughs when you grumble at him. “denki! let me relax!” you turn over.

- he’ll text you. knowing you’re on your phone, he’ll spam you. your phone buzzes and buzzes with his messages. “babe, look at me” “babe, cuddle me” “y/nnnn!!!!!” and eventually just thousands of “.”.

- throws pillows or blankets at you. when none of the previous methods work, he chucks a soft squishmallow at your head. it makes him laugh and he knows you think its funny, too. he’ll also throw the covers over your head and rip. (sorry not sorry).

- “well, thats what happens when you neglect me” with a dramatic shrug.

Ი︵𐑼TENYA IIDA

you’re both winding down in his dorm. you’ve made your own little space where your bad resides when you’re not there. as he sits in bed, waiting for you, you’re looking into your little travel mirror, preparing your skin for sleep. you’re so deeply focused and it makes him desire you unhealthily. he sighs to himself.

- he walks over and sits beside you, grabbing a product you had just set down. he reads over the ingredients list and asks you about each of them, as if you’d know. he just wants to hear you talk.

- he slides his hand on your thigh, rubbing loving circles on you as he watches you do your little routine. you giggle and tell him not to watch you, but he insists you’re gorgeous regardless.

- if all else fails, he just openly admits that he’s sick of you not paying attention to him. he doesn’t beat around the bush much, he just wants his love.

- “can i hold you now? you have had a while to do this…”

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you know i can't make it on my own.

╰┈➤ a keigo takamixfem!reader angst series

summary : in which you are his biggest fan. just a little shy. he uses you for protection, but you don't realize until it's too late.

proofread? breifly!!

wordcount : 1151

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chapter 1 / 3

a player, a lady killer, even incapable of being in a relationship.

thats what the public said about him. thats what people believed and keigo takami liked it that way. he wasn’t stupid. he knew that he got most of his publicity for being seen as “ready” for anything, or “available”. he could never. be. used. goods.

this came with its ups and downs. he had endless opportunities to be as flirty as he wanted without consequence. he could wink at any pretty lady on the street, sign any autograph with a little heart at the end, post flirty pictures, anything. 

however, this information was very, very easy to use against him.

a new, anonymous villain was striking the streets of japan. no pro hero knew exactly how to catch the fellow, let alone get a lead. it seemed that they would strike and then completely change who they were. maybe it was just a good disguise, or maybe it wasn’t just one person. 

regardless, they had a new target. keigo was too easy to access. they’d send out a pretty lady, young, flirty, just like how they’ve been doing. that’s how they got people. flirty encounters, sweet nothings, and promised dates until their victim is never seen again. never, has this villain organization targeted a big name like the hawks. but they were ready.

it was a pretty cold day, but the sweat beading off of keigo’s forehead was working ten times harder to cool him, the job the chilly air had failed to do. microphone shoved in his face, running a tough hand through his hair. that damn smirk on his face. questions flying, valuables shoved in his face for him to sign, and cameras. he didn’t even play a big part in taking down that little bank robbery. the only reason he got this much attention was because he was such a handsome devil

“yeah, i mean, gosh..” he chuckles, staring at the interviewer. 

“i guess i just swooped in at the right time, huh?”

he turns to examine the state of the bank, hands on his hips, wings tucked, and eyes squinting at the sun. caution tape was being wrapped around the entrance of the bank in question.

he feels a light tap on his shoulder and turns to see you. you’re standing there, doe-eyed, looking up at him like he was your personal hero.

“hey, pretty..” he leans down, tongue dashing out to wet his lips. he was a pro at this, he had practiced. even his managers had told him to be more flirty. sell it more. be the playboy.

“could you…I– could you sign..?” you stammered, your eyes darting back and forth from him and the magazine in your clutch. he thinks it’s so cute. to him, this seems like such a cliche. you’re so cute, he’s such a famous guy. it feels right out of a movie. downtown girl tames the bad-boy sex symbol beast! straight out of a novel,

“‘course i can. you buy this ‘cause im on the cover?” he asks, signing it quickly and throwing a wink your way. he holds onto the magazine for a moment.

“oh! well, ehe…i mean, sort of…” you scratch the back of your neck, reaching for the magazine.

he stutters. does he want top just leave it like this? you’re cute, you’re clumsy, and charming in your own way. no. he doesn't want to leave it this way.

he looks down again, his thumb brushes over his own face on the cover. he remembers this shoot. the clothes didn’t fit and they had to pin it together at the back. he chuckles under his breath before spinning the pen between his fingers, scribbling down his work number. he want’s to hear from you more.

“i do answer.” he states, leaving you confused until you look down. your face reddens. could this be real? what could you do to deserve this?

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you texted him immediately, he noticed. even while sitting in a room with to-bright lights, tapping on his phone as his managers babble about things that “dont concern him”.

“keigo. are you aware of the mentions you’ve been getting on your socials?” a gruff voice across the room.

“uh, not exactly. i dont run those ones.” he shrugs.

“the account hawksnumberonewife is DMing you, mentioning you, following the accounts we have set up.”

keigo laughs. the funny thing is, that wasn’t the worst username he’s seen. people were wild. but hell, if he wasn’t famous maybe he’d be the same way. he looks back at the two men like they’re ridiculous. an expression that reads “you’ve got to be kidding me, this is what we’re concerned about?”. he’s seen first hand. hell, he’s even done one of those “famous pro hero reads spicy tweets” episodes.

“i get followed and DMed every day. you guys run those accounts, that’s your job to filter through.” he states.

“keigo, we have reason to believe that this particular account is the mystery villain we’ve been dealing with for months now.”

he feels a rush of nervousness, but his ego doesn’t let it fully register. he isn’t exactly the one to admit to weakness. even if he technically plays a character in the public — once you do it for so long, the line between work and real life blurs. hawks is bleeding into keigo. he rests his nose on the knuckle of his finger, the rest on the heel of his palm, leaning forward.

“what makes you think that?”

the older of the two, fatter one, reaches for a stack of three or four sheets of paper. receipts, keigo likes to say in the back of his mind. he clears his blocked throat, keigo mirrors subconsciously. leaning forward, the man pushes papers over the table, towards him.

“these are just a few documents we have of the account before the name change – or, the disguise. look at the posts on page three, they’re loud and expressing strong hatred for heroes. so why the switch up?”

keigo shrugs. “clearly, sir, they’ve had a change of heart.”

he jokes, snicklering to himself.

his managers dont find it funny. it is their job to take care of safety after all.

“we’ve had one, too. no more available hawks. you need to be protected. starting with a partner. fans have to know that you are in a full, committed relationship.” 

“oh, gosh..” he groans. he doesn’t want that. he’s not an asshole. he doesn’t want to use somebody.

‘do you know of an individual we can constant?”

he shakes his head at first, reaching for the small foam cup of stale water on the table and drinking it down. he sighs and looks away from the two. before he remembers you. he swallows, his brow softens. he can’t do that to you. but it might be the best option.

“maybe.”

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our love is unbreakable

summary : thinking about ejirou kirishima and how much he loves when you care for others.

╰┈➤ a/n : apologies if im a little rusty! just thinking about this specific scenario (how could I not daydream about this absolute hunk?)

proofread? sorta..?

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The air is still today, and it’s fairly warm out. You enjoyed spending time with your boyfriend, but occasionally, you liked to spend a few days alone.

It’s not bad of you. You like to shop on your own, see the sunrise on your own, and drink your morning tea all on your own. Ejirou understands, he doesn’t hate you for it, either. Usually, while you’re doing this, he’s training. Does he wait for you? Yes. Does he miss you like an idiot? Absolutely.

So much so that he finds himself walking down the same strip of shops you told him you were going to. He tells himself he’ll only pick up a drink and head back, one for you, too, of course. That’s what he’s going to do. He tells himself about a million times. He’ll let you have your little alone time.

But a sight before him makes him stop. His stomach flips, and his heart flutters.

There you are, looking more beautiful than ever with the sun shining into your pretty eyes. You’re crouched down, hand reaching out to help a child up who had stumbled. Gosh, he realizes right then and there why he fell in love with you. And then, he falls in love all over again. Hes not exactly sure what it is you’re doing. The child’s eyes are all glossy, their cupid's bow is red, and so are their puffy cheeks. The sight is so heartwarming alone. He loves kids. 

But to see you, hand on their shoulder, brushing off a few flecks of dirt that have dusted the child’s clothes. Your bottom lip is darted out in a sympathetic pout. He wants to kiss you so bad, he’s never felt more tempted to.

You murmur something to the child that he can’t hear because of the horrible distance between the two of you. The child is immediately cheery again and waves clumsily, prancing back over to their mother.

He’s sure his face is just as red as his hair. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, and he’s not even sure why you make him so giddy doing something so simple.

In a flash, you hear your name being practically yelled. 

“y/n!” he starts. His eyes are squeezed shut, and his brows are furrowed. He swallows down that lump in his throat and chuckles, letting out a long-needed sigh.

“Gosh, babe, that was suuuper cute!’

“What?” you giggle, brushing it off. You didn't realize he was watching. 

“The kid! Or…you! Or —gosh— that interaction!” he smiles, his strong arms wrapping around you and pulling you into a tight bear hug. He squeezes you once, twice, and three times before letting you go and presses near a million kisses to your head.

“Awe, well… I couldn’t just let them fall..” he puts a blush on your cheeks, like he always does. Sure, you liked your alone time – but gosh, he was just amazing to be around.

“Let me get you a drink..” he murmurs against your hair. He only wants to spoil you after seeing such a cute interaction. He thinks its super manly, too.

“...and then we can talk about when we get to have a kid.”

[pikasigh]

MY HERO BOYS and pre-dating headcannons

a/n : helloooo! first post, new account. happy to be writing again. PLEASE let me know if you want a part 2 with pros, or the girls as well! thankyou for reading, keep an eye out for more ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗IZUKU MIDORIYA

- on that first day, he saw you. your shoulder was leaning slightly against the wall where your desk was, your pencil scribbling something in your notebook. he saw you immediately. the first day. he was yours, and you didn’t even know it.

- though, this fact doesn’t certainly mean he becomes fully head over heels for you. ar first, he pushes the admiration down. he tries to denounce it as the fact that you’re just such a good hero. he tries to tell himself that it’s no different from his admiration for all might. Which, it is. it’s very different. 

- it does take him a while to realize this. maybe a few months to realize that you’re a pretty clumsy fighter. you aren't perfect, he knows this because he’s watching you so closely. you’re taking wrong steps, you aren’t using your quirk in the way his brain calculates. and the fact that he notices this just shows how in love with you he is.

- he doesn’t write about you in his notebook. infact, he stays far away from doing so. he knows that the moment he flips to your page in his notebook, he’ll feel his stomach do flips and won’t be able to focus on studying technique.

- when he starts talking to you, he leaves a little separate note in his notes app about all the things you like. everyone knows izuku is so damn determined all the time. hes determined to make you his. even if hes all innocent and quiet about it.

- he likes making you laugh. and half of the time you laugh, it’s mostly something he does on accident. izuku isn’t necessarily a hilarious guy, but his slip ups make you giggle.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗SHOTO TODOROKI

- the type of guy to try and act all nonchalant but secretly stays up at night, yearning for a delicate, romantic love.

- he really doesn’t notice you for the first time. for a long while. the first time he really saw you was in class. you leaned over, noticing something very wrong on his sheet. he must’ve had other things on his mind. But, you’re leaned over, your pretty eyes are glued on his paper with furrowed, confused brows.

- “I don’t think that’s right. Here..” you mumble, pushing your paper over for him to see.

- now how did ou even notice that? in his mind, you must’ve been thinking of him at the very least. right?

- maybe he’s just a lovesick freak. but that very day, after class, he’s asking you if you’re free.

- “Y/n…thank you for your help. Do you want to go somewhere?”

- headcannon that he’s just a hopeless romantic. but he has to keep that cold, nonchalant act. pun intended.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ KATSUKI BAKUGOU

- katsuki hates this feeling you put in him. he hates the way his stomach turns when aizawa calls your name for roll call. he despises the urge he gets to look back when he hears your sweet voice mutter “Here” all tired.

- katsuki has felt this way for so long. hes kept it bottled up and quiet for so long. he still could pretend for his entire life. he doesn’t want to show this weakness.

- throughout the entire year, he tries to push it away. he manages to forget for a while, burying himself in music, training harder and picking up a fight with his ‘friends’ more often. he’s just waiting for somebody to question him, just so he can scream out all that anger.

- but god dammit, he can’t do this forever like he thought he could. the second he sees you trying to get close to anyone else, he could almost explote. 

- forever, he’s been plotting to be yours. (even if he forced himself to forget you – but that doesn’t count). so how dare somebody else try and swoop in to take you away? how dare they? 

- the next day, he swoops in.

- its slow and carefully calculated. he nudges ejirou persistently for your number, your anything. ejirou is clearly suspecting something, he can’t hide the smirk on his face.

- “Just shut up and give it to me! I just…need to do something.”

- when he finally gets it, he leaves you with one simple text.

- it’s katsuki. train tomorrow.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ EJIROU KIRISHIMA

- from the very start, it was so obvious he had the biggest, fattest crush on you. 

- he isnt as smooth as he thinks he is. hes attractive, so it gets him out of trouble. but, hell accidentally slip a “too-personal-for-friends” compliment in, smirking to himself after blurting it out. barely able to conceal how proud he is for how “smooth” that was. it wasn’t.

- it’s not cocky, just goofy, and it makes you blush. can you blame him? You’ree giving all the right signals! you’re blushing, resting your head in your palm and smiling as you thank him. so he did something right. just not the thing he thinks he did.

- “Yeah, I guess it was cool. Definitely not as cool as your counter attack! You looked pretty doing it, too.” with that proud smirk.

- his infatuation so blinds him that he doesn’t notice he just ratted himself out for the hundredth time.

- “Kiri, you think I looked pretty?’ you ask, tilting your head and looking so gorgeous while doing so.

- when he gets caught, he’s such a different story. his pretty red eyes widen, he stammers.

- “Well, uh– i mean, hey! cant a guy hype his friend up?” 

- he was doing so much more than just “hyping you up”. but it wouldn’t be very manly to admit that he wanted to be draped over you.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗DENKI KAMINARI

- nearly short circuited the moment you locked eyes for the first time.

- now, unlike ejirou, he’s much more forward than that.

- if you show up to class with your hair styled differently, or you’ve styled your uniform in a certain way, he’s the first person to call it out.

- if it’s just the start of your “relationship”, he’ll nudge you, smirking and giving you a sly wink. (he thinks hes slick as a fox).

- “lookin’ good, y/n.” with a dumb little giggle following.

- regardless of if you immediately reciprocate the feelings. hes like this anyways, forward, silly, always trying to see that beautiful smile on your face. everybody in class knows, and hes always getting teased for it. theres nothing funny to him, though, because he’s just so in love with you.

- if you two are closer, he’ll stand up, applaud and smile your way when you walk in class. for the love of god, you hate it so much. even if you really like denki, you just hate how unaware he is sometimes.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ TENYA IIDA\

- he doesn’t beat around the bush much.

- he likes you. he finds this out pretty fast and theres no room for excuses. typical tenya, straigh to the point, organized, forward but still polite. 

- he gives himself about two weeks. two weeks not to deny how he feels, or push you away. no, he’s rather accepting of how he feels with you. he is no stranger to the funny concept of love, he’s very familiar to the concept and has grown to live with the fact that someday, yes, he will become weak for one person. maybe its just because of how strongly he loved his brother.

- after the time he gives himself to think things over, he approaches you.

- he pushes his glasses up his nose bridge, furrows his brows as he steps towards you. but the moment he sees you, he softens. 

- lightly, he taps your shoulder. he watches you straighten your uniform, as if expecting him to scold you. (he was going to, but after he asked you out).

- now that he doesn’t have to, he gives you a small not.

- “Y/n, i would like to take you out. Can i pick you up at six?”