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if an irl found this i’d have to kms

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Amen

i support gojo rights but above all i support his wrongs too.

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mhm

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"Those eyes are unmistakable."

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My new demon slayer fanfiction- i’m really excited about it! two chapters out already :)

comment if you’d like me to post it here?

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03 of “Bloodlust”

After FOUR FUCKING HOURS of horrible cgi, gore, and Katsuki screaming at the screen (the same way your grandpa did- did he understand the actors can't hear him?) you finally stepped out of the movie theater. 

"What time is it?" You asked, bringing your hand up to shield your eyes from the bright sun. 

"Thirteen-hundred." Katsuki states, staring straight into the sun. You scoff.

"Just fucking say it's one." 

"It's not my fault if you're too fucking dumb for 24-hour time." 

Rolling your eyes, you say "Tch" in an uncanny impression of Katsuki. He must assume you're making fun of him (because you are) and he spins to face you, palms sparking. 

"What?" You ask innocently, starting to walk back the way you remember coming from. The blonde cackles as he smacks you on the back of the head. 

"OW! What the hell? First you force me to sit through that shitty movie, and now you're attacking me?? That's low, even for you, Kats." 

"You're going the wrong way."

You stop, turning to face him. "No I'm not."

 It's just then that you spot a sign reading "Subway" pointing in the opposite direction. Katsuki follows your gaze, grinning as he sees you look at the sign. He points at it for emphasis and you give him the finger. 

He gives you a look that's so smug you want to slap him. You scowl the entire way back to the station, refusing to talk to him. All those years of spending time with the Bakugos rubbed off on you- you were just as stubborn as Katsuki.

After a quiet ride, you break your silence to complain about your grumbling stomach. 

As you and Katsuki step off of the subway, the boy teases "Hungry again? I'm shocked, with how much of my breakfast you scarfed down." 

You smile. "It was delicious, thank you. But that was that was four fucking hours ago." 

"Whatever. The old hag wants me to go shopping with her or some shit, so I need to go home." 

"I'll just stop at a cafe or something." 

"Okay. See ya." Katsuki sticks his hands in his pockets, slinking off in the direction of his house. 

"Your pants are falling down." You say, in lieu of a goodbye. You do this every time and he still refuses to wear a belt. 

"FUCK YOU, BLOOD BITCH!" 

•

You didn't bring your wallet, so you realize you can't get lunch halfway to your favorite cafe. The weather is still pleasant enough that you don't mind the extra time outside. If you could forget about getting attacked last time... You'd say that going for walks is always relaxing. 

You pass the park Katsuki drags you through when he makes you go on runs with him, and the creaking of the swings catches your attention. The park is empty except for a small dark-haired girl who's singing to herself, swinging back and forth very quickly. She looks to be about five, or maybe six- her feet don't even reach the ground. 

She notices your gaze and waves you over. You sit on the swing next to her, wrapping your hands around the cool metal chains. You're not sure what it is, but the little girl is watching you in such a way that it makes you nervous. Something about her just seems... off.

"Hi! I'm Aimi!" She introduces herself with a grin, and you let yourself relax. You're just being paranoid, you tell yourself.

"I'm (Y/n). I'm sorry, but...have we met before? You seem kind of familiar. And are you here alone? Where are your parents?" You ask, and Aimi just giggles. 

"Nope! And Mom went to get a drink!" 

"I see." You hum, and she nods. 

Aimi looks you up and down curiously. "Hey, do you have a quirk? What is it? I haven't got mine yet! I hope it's something super cool." 

You didn't think this was strange at all. Kids her age- especially ones still waiting to get theirs- were almost obsessed with quirks. You couldn't blame them, you'd been no different. 

After a moment of thought, you turned to face the girl. "I don't know if I should tell you what my quirk is. I don't want to scare you."

Aimi giggles again and claps her hands excitedly. "It's okay! I'm really curious now! I promise I can handle it!" She stops swinging and stares at you attentively, but it's a little unnerving. 

You can tell she's the type of person to pester endlessly to get what she wants, so you go ahead and explain your quirk to her. 

"It's called Blood Imitation. Basically, I can control my blood... If i'm bleeding I can slow it down, or I can stop it if it's not a lot. And.." 

"That's awesome!" Aimi babbles, grinning. "And what?? Is there more you can do?" 

"Yeah." You say, surprised by her praise. Most people hear 'blood' and get disgusted or scared. 

"If I'm touching my blood I can make something solid out of it, like a knife." You don't notice the way her eyes sparkle at the word 'knife.' "But as soon as I lose contact it melts back to a liquid."

"Wow! You're so cool, (Y/n)! It sounds like a powerful quirk like that doesn't even have any drawbacks!" 

You're so excited by her enthusiasm you don't stop to consider how strange it is a five year old knows the word 'drawbacks.'  

"Actually, it does."

Aimi gasps. You chuckle softly at the surprise on her face. 

"If I lose too much blood or try to keep something solid for too long I get really dizzy.. I think losing a lot of blood would make anyone pass out, haha. And I guess I don't produce new blood. So I kind of have to make sure I don't lose what I do have." 

"So you have to drink the blood you've lost to reabsorb it because it won't replenish naturally? Wow!" 

Your eyes widen. A sweat drop forms on your forehead and you chuckle nervously. The strange feeling of wrongness comes back tenfold. No longer carried away with the explanation of something that usually got dirty looks, you became wary again. "You're pretty smart for a little kid." 

"I'm not little!"

Aimi springs up from the swing with such lethal grace and speed that you barely notice until something nicks your cheek. The sting of pain shocks you, and the girl brandishes a knife, admiring the cut. 

A warm bead of blood rolls down your cheek and you stand up, backing away from the girl as fast as you can. 

"Aimi?" Your voice quivers, and you can't help it as you let out a fearful "shit."

She lunges at you and then stops, and starts.. dripping? It's horrifying- this little kid just suddenly melts and stretches into a taller, naked, blonde teenager. The undisguised girl has such a threatening aura that you recognize her immediately.

The girl from the alley smiles at you as she grabs your wrist and leans in to whisper in your ear. All your senses scream 'danger' as you freeze in terror, feeling like prey trapped by a predator. A little mouse under the paw of a deadly panther. 

"My name is Toga, silly! Not Aimi!" 

Her iron grip doesn't budge as she presses her lips to your cheek, kissing right on the cut she'd made. You shudder as her warm tongue traces it, and Toga sighs in pleasure.

"You taste so good." She mumbles, and you feel your face start to heat with a blush. She giggles and you shove her away, suddenly very embarrassed. The absurdity of this shyness pisses you off. You curse her out with such venom and creativity that Katsuki would be proud. 

"Katsuki." You breathe, and take off running in the direction of his house. You know the Bakugo household is safe- he'll protect you, and maybe beat the shit out of this crazy bitch while he's at it. 

You don't look back even once. You're pretty sure Toga isn't following you. Something in your gut tells you that if she wanted to, she'd already have caught you.

You run faster.

No, she wanted the chase. 

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What did you guys think of this longgg chapter? Things are starting to pick up... now that it's all set up, the story can start!  🤭

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she is so cute!!

Coloring mha manga panels all the way until Christmas because why not

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i giggled out loud

Biblically accurate encounter

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can you please write something cute and fluffy with mina x fem reader? 🥰

Ofc! Have this draft I finally finished:

Summary: You've had feelings for your best friend, Mina, for years. You don't think you have a chance until you make use of your midnight confidence.

"That was such a good movie!" Squealed your best friend, Mina. You nodded your head, although you disagreed. You hate horror movies. They were just so.. scary. It wasn't the movie as you were watching it- but the aftermath. The nightmares and triple-checking all your house's locks.

Your new UA dorm's locks, anyway.

You waved and Mina blew you a kiss, and you went your separate ways. You grinned all the way until the elevator doors slid shut.

Did they really make up that monster? What if it was real at one point? What if it was real now? None of those actors had strong quirks, and yours wasn't dependable, so-

Lost in thought, you pulled off your hoodie and dropped it, falling onto your bed and sighing. You already had your favorite pajamas on- they were comfy, albeit rather slutty. It consisted of a white, nearly transparent DIY'ed cropped tank top, and shorts that didn't fit you anymore.

You hadn't bothered to change for the common room; your hoodie (it's Mina's) is practically a dress.

You clicked the lights off with their remote and stared at the tiny crack in your curtains. You could swear you see something moving, hear unnatural creaking and rustling.

Your door opened and you froze, eyes going wide. You don't have fight of flight- just freeze. It's so dark, you can't see anything yet- there's no hallway light.

Something touched your leg and you whimpered, finally reaching for your LED lights remote and clicking it on.

Mina blinked in the brightness and pouted adorably, halfway on your bed. You just stared at her, processing that she was not, in fact, a monster.

The pink girl lifts your blankets and frowns. "When we were kids it was easy to fit next to each other! I think i'd roll right off!"

When there's no reply, Mina sits on the edge of the bed and grabs you into a hug, saying "Y/n, don't be-"

She realizes you are quivering slightly and her eyes fill with pity. "Oh, Y/n. I forgot how your imagination likes to play tricks on you. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," You mumble, "I just won't be sleeping tonight. Or tomorrow."

"Lay down." Your best friend instructs, and you do. She pushes you all the way to the wall and then lays next to you, her side pressed into yours. She smiles and you flush at how close your faces are.

She was your best friend, and had been forever, but you've loved her for just as long.

"Y/n." She whispers, and scoots even closer, wriggling into your arms and giving you a closed-eye smile. "Too bright."

You reach awkwardly for the remote and turn the lights off. The girl- who smells faintly of bubblegum- has managed too snuggle up to you in such a way that your chests were pressed together and you were kinda smushed up against her, with her taking up your entire bed.

You open your mouth to complain about this, but something kept you quiet. You could just barely see the outline of her beautiful face- her unique, innocent eyes, her perfect, cute nose, her incredibly soft and delicate looking lips-

Unsure of what you're doing, you lift a finger to her lips and trace them gently, heart pounding.

Mina bites playfully your finger and you drop your hand, glad it's dark and she can't see how hard you're blushing.

"Y/n." She says again, her voice strained.

Your cheeks burn, yet you don't make any move to pull away. "Sorry."

"Don't-" she exhales, and you realize her hands, which had been absentmindedly placed on your sides, are shaking. "Jeez, don't tease me like that."

Tears fill your eyes and you bite your lip, looking to the ceiling in hopes they don't escape. "I'm sorry."

You know Mina's eyes take longer to adjust to the dark than yours do, but you have no doubt she can see just how pathetic you looked. You guessed she felt guilty from begging you to watch the scary move and was trying to make up for it with cuddles, but then you'd gone and freaked her out. Fuck, Y/n. Why would you do that?

"Don't tease me." The girl repeats, her hands now gripping your sides tightly. "Please, Y/n." She begged, leaning her forehead to touch yours. "Please."

You breath caught at the desperate tone in her voice. She was so close- her lips, they were right there, and they looked so fucking- so appealing-

You hear yourself mumble her name and then close your eyes, doing something you've only dreamed of every night. Doing what you've wanted to do since you were thirteen.

You tentatively kiss your best friend and her lips are even softer than you've imagined.

Mina, however, was just sitting there. It was like kissing a statue. A warm, attractive statue.

"Sorry." You said, sitting up and leaning your head to rest on your bed frame. "I couldn't help it."

"Was that everything you've ever dreamed of?"

Your face burns and you turn your head away. "W-What?"

Mina giggles. "You heard me."

You mumble under your breath and the pink girl sits up, hands reaching up to cup your cheeks. "Y/n? Can you please look at me? I know you like to hide your face when you're embarrassed but I really want to see!"

"See what? My humiliation?"

"Humil- what? No! Why would you be embarrassed?! I thought you'd be happy! I mean, you just kissed me!"

You turn to face her and finally look into her eyes. "No."

Mina squishes your face and pouts.

"It's just- I thought you'd maybe kiss me back... I don't know."

"You pulled away before I could!" Mina adjusts so she's holding your chin and tilts your head up, smirking. "Give me another chance?"

You squeak and she laughs. "You really are a switch, huh? Kissing me and then getting so flustered... you're so cute."

"I'm not-"

"Oh, shush."

Mina kisses you, and this is the one you've dreamed of. It's hungry and desperate; clear she wants this just as much as you do, and you melt into it, your confidence back tenfold.

One of her hands is on your neck, the other having slid into your hair.

"Oh, my god." The girl says breathlessly, "I've been wanting to do that for so long."

***

Mina had since fallen asleep, but you were wide awake with giddiness. You had kissed. Multiple times. And now here you were cuddling, and she was asleep in your arms, and so goddamn cute.

You smiled as Mina started to snore and snuggled closer to you, wondering how you got so lucky.

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sorry for the strange formatting on some posts, i copy paste them from my wattpad drafts lol but it'll be over soon im about to run out

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Blowing up on Bakugo (Part 1)

Summary: You and Bakugo are both stubborn (lovesick) assholes, but this time the playful fighting spirals out of control.

You sat up and wiped your face discreetly, glaring at Bakugo, who's expression was anything but pleasant. "THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?" He, as usual, hadn't bothered to knock and was standing in your doorway.

"You, brat." You replied, voice quavering.

"HUH!?" He slammed the door shut and moved closer to you in the dim light. You picked a pillow up and threw it at him. "Get out, Bakugo."

"DON'T THROW SHIT AT ME!" Bakugo caught the pillow and sent it flying back at you. It smacked you in the face and you fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. He laughs manically and flops down next to you, saying "That's what you get, dumb bitch."

"I'm not in the mood for your shit." You say.

Bakugo sits up and grabs your arm, pulling you upright as well. He stops laughing and frowns. "The fuck happened to your face? Were you crying?"

You avert your gaze and fidget awkwardly, denying his (right) guess.

"Who the fuck made you cry, Y/n?" He asks, his red eyes narrowed.

"No one. I'm just..." You trail off, not really knowing what to say.

Bakugo scowls and adjusts himself so he's sitting crisscrossed on your bed, silent for once.

You take a moment to collect your thoughts and take a deep breath. You vent to him for a while, saying almost everything that's been on your mind. Your trouble with school, your growing insecurities...Bakugo kinda listens, dropping profanities here and there, showing signs of annoyance when you mentioned Midoriya. It's then that he interrupted.

"Shitty Deku. He's not as great as you're making him out to be. He's just a stupid loser! I'm better than him! I could help you more, my grades are the top of the fucking class!"

"Yeah, but would you?" You say quietly. "All you ever do is insult me and yell. I don't think we've ever had a real conversation, and you'd rather die that say I'm your friend. Even though you're here. You probably just wanted to piss me off because you were bored or some shit."

Bakugo pulls away, making a low angry noise in his throat. His hands clench and unclench as he takes a deep breath. "Fucking Y/n. That's just- fuck- So what? You're just a stupid extra. I don't need friends and I especially don't need your dumbass pining for my attention and crying over the stupidest shit." At the shocked look on your face, he smirks. "What? You think I didn't notice your pathetic little crush?"

You, just as angry as he is, shove him off your bed. "When you opened my door, here I was thinking you wanted to hang out. But no, you just wanted someone to project your insecurities on to and bully so you feel better about yourself. I'm tired of making excuses for you, apologizing for you, and I'm tired of seeing my best friend cower in fear every time you speak to him. Get out of my room."

He reaches for you and you flinch, tears in your eyes. He pulls away, looking horrified.

"Gonna beat me up?" You ask.

"The fuck, Y/n? Do you think I'm going to fucking hurt you?"

You, still moving away from him, say, "Honestly? I wouldn't put it past you."

His expression is unlike any you've ever seen on him. It's... empty.

You finally say what's been weighing on your mind all this time: "What? Are you going to tell me to kill myself too?"

Bakugo's lip quivers and he turns around, walking out of your room and slamming the door.

You scream into your pillow and punch it a few times. "BITCH! DICK! POMERANIAN BITCH!"

A few minutes later your phone dings, and you see it's a text from Midoriya.

Izuku: Why is Kaachan stomping through the building

Y/n: we had a fight 

Y/n: a real fight

Y/n: he left in tears

Izuku: Please let me hide in your room

Y/n: i'll protect you even though it's my fault he's mad

Your best friend opens your door five minutes later.

“Izuku!” You wail, throwing yourself at the boy with fluffy green hair. He opens his arms as you crash into him, almost knocking him over.

“Y/n? Hey, what’s wrong? Are you hurt? What happened?”

You cry even harder as he sinks to the floor, holding you tightly to his chest and rubbing your back. “Y/n, do we need to go to the nurse? It’s okay if we do, everyone gets hurt sometimes.”

“I’m not hurt. Bakugo-“

You feel Izuku go stiff at Bakugo’s name. “What did Kaachan say to you?”

“Nothing unusual. He walked in when I was crying, and let me vent. He started being mean when I mentioned you.” Your lip quivers recounting it. “Bakugo said I was crying over stupid shit. After I told him everything, he just... ugh. And then I was just as mean as he was. He went to touch my shoulder or something and I flinched away from him and he was like ‘do you seriously think i’m gonna hurt you?’ and I was like ‘yeah’ and- and then I was extreme and dumb and so mad and stupid and I asked if he was going to tell me to kill myself like he did with you in middle school...”

Izuku, who’s tracing shapes on your back comfortingly, goes still. You sniffle and sit up, looking at the stain on his t-shirts shoulder, left from your tears. “Then what happened?”

“He just left.”

“That’s good.” He says absentmindedly, kissing your forehead.

You cross your arms grumpily. “Why is that good?”

“It’s better than being blown up. Kaachan almost never runs away. He probably knew that he would do something he’d regret, so he left to spare you. I think.”

“Stalker.”

“Y/N! I am not a stalker! I just know you two have a thing, so-“

Looking up at your best friends face, you reach up and cup his soft cheeks. He pouts as he always does, usually complaining that you’re such a grandma. You force him to look into your eyes as you glare at him, trying to look intimidating.

“A thing? Care to explain what you mean?”

The green-haired boy scratches the back of his neck and chuckles. “Y/n, when was the last time you cried over someone that wasn’t Kaachan?”

“When you broke your arm for the first time-“

“Besides you angry-crying because I got hurt.” He interrupts.

“I don’t know.”

He raised an eyebrow and you’re suddenly self-conscious about your tear-stained face. Your best friend was right- you can’t remember being such an emotional person. Even as a kid, you’d rather suffer in silence. If you were hurting, you’d be the only one who knew.

Izuku quietly said “It’s okay. Love makes people do strange things sometimes.”

You shove him away from you, rolling backwards into your bed’s headboard and laying there upside down stunned.

“Love.” You murmur, rubbing your head where it had slammed into the bed frame.

“Y/n! Are you okay??”

“Love.” You said again.

Izuku sighs and hides his face in his hands. “Oh, not this again… every time I mention your feelings for Kacchan you do this…”

“Love? I guess… I guess you’re..”

“Yes?!” He asks excitedly, peeking through his fingers.

“Wrong. Totally wrong.” Your best friend sighs and grumbles something to himself.

“What was that, Izuku?”

“Nothing!”

“Izuku.”

“You’re not ready to hear what I have to say!”

You roll your eyes, but your interest is piqued. “Try me.” The green haired boy lays on his side so he can look you in the eye. You’re still kinda folded upside down with your ass against the wall. He chuckles. “I said I know that loving someone like- like him must be hard, but you need to stop denying it!”

Groaning, you flip yourself upright and then back down across Izuku’s lap, rolling to look up at him. “Love.”

“Oh, my god.” He's rolls his eyes, having heard this monologue of denial from you hundreds of times.

“I love him.”

“Y/n, quit lying to yourself- HUH? WHAT DID YOU SAY?”

You blink slowly and roll off of his lap, onto the bed, and crashing to the floor. “Fuuuck,” You hiss, and Izuku cranes his neck to look at you. He laughs and you give him the finger, picking yourself up. “Overshot it.”

Walking over to your desk, you sit in the swivel chair and spin yourself around a few times, your best friend watching you warily. You both know you tend to have lots of restless energy when you’re emotional- energy that usually ends up in you getting hurt. “I love Katsuki Bakugo.” You breathe, closing your eyes and letting your head fall back. “Why did I fall for a dick like him?”

“You’ve always been into tsunderes?” Suggests Izuku. You scowl at him and say, “It’s just, I hate it. It’s going to be so hard, what with him being so mean and me being… well, me. Also mean. And your best friend. We aren’t the most compatible.”

Standing, your best friend says “I think you are! You try so hard to better yourself for him,” he lowers his voice, ”even though you definitely don’t need to.” mumbles Izuku.

You sigh. “That’s the problem. I’ve been trying so fucking hard, and that shitwipe-“

“Not you, too, with the shitwipe,” Groans the boy, and you ignore him. “That shitwipe doesn’t give anything. He just… pushes me away. He doesn’t care about me at all, and when I start to think maybe he does, he manages to prove me wrong! I don’t want to be the only one putting effort into this relationship! Can't he try a little, too? Or at the very least make it clear he dislikes me and tell me to fuck off? These mixed signals are so..” You take a deep breath and scream.

Arms wrap around you and you’re pulled into Izuku’s warm chest, him hugging you again. “Do you want him to tell you to fuck off?”

“Of course not.” You mumble. “I want him to say he wants me to stay.”

The boy pats your head comfortingly.

“Why couldn’t I have fallen for you, Izuku? Feelings for you would’ve been so much better! Obviously that would never happen because I'm- well- just too close to love you-“

“I know.” Chuckled Izuku. “No need to start quoting songs.”

***

Bakugo picked up his pillow and chucked it at the wall of his dorm room. “Fucking Y/n. That little shitwipe. Fucking…” He trailed off and sat on his bed, leaning his head on his hands.

In his minds eye, he saw you flinch away from his hand and squeezed his eyes shut, cursing himself.

Slamming his door on the way out, Bakugo made his way down the hall with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He came to a stop in front of your door and stood there for a moment, collecting his thoughts.

“-Have fallen for you, Izuku.”

The blonde froze with his hand on the doorknob and pressed his ear to the door, praying he’d misheard. “Feelings for you-“

Bakugo stumbled back from your door, his eyes wide and hurt, his mouth open in shock.

He was too late. You liked Deku. Of course you did- That fucking Deku was always beating him at everything, always finding a way to best him- and now he’d stolen- no; not stolen. He deserved this. He was so fucking awful to you- of course you wanted the shitty nerd.

Gritting his teeth, the blonde made it back to his room and slumped to the floor.

“Fuck.” He hissed, slamming a fist into the wall with an exposion. “SHIT!” He screamed. “Fucking-“

Bakugo couldn’t finish his sentence, because he was crying too hard.

“Y/n.” He sobbed, “I’m sorry.”

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Toga x GenderNeutral!Reader Angst

Summary: You see your gf Toga for the first time in months, and instead of a heartfelt reunion, all your worries come spilling out. You both realize something has to change.. but will you be brave enough?

My phone dinged loudly and I flinched, sighing. It was probably just my mom nagging me to do a chore or a meme my brother sent. No one else would be texting me.

I turned on my phone and squinted at the brightness, clicking the notification. It was an unmarked number, and my heart almost stopped. Could it be...? I hadn't heard from her in so long!

The message read: "Hiii lovely!!"

Something tapped on my window and I sat up, giggling like an idiot. I slid open the window and stepped back, watching as someone flipped neatly through.

Toga grinned and launched herself at me, enveloping me in a hug. I wrapped my arms around her waist and picked her up, holding her as close as I possibly could. I lost my balance and we sank to the floor. I buried my face in her neck and inhaled her sweet scent, twisting my hands in the folds of her familiar school uniform. She clung to me just as desperately, grabbing my face in her hands and peppering me with kisses.

"Y/N." She whispered, holding my face close and looking at me lovingly. She smashed her lips to mine, her sharp canines biting my lower lip slightly.

My hands slipped under her sweater and she leaned into me. As I felt her warm skin, her lips, her, for the first time in months, something in me broke.

The kiss turned salty and Toga pulled away, sliding off of my lap.

"What's wrong, baby? Are you okay??" She asked with genuine concern. I cried even harder and she snuggled up to me, wiping my tears with her sleeve.

"Y/N, please don't cry! I'm sorry!"

I sniffled and looked her in the eye. "Don't apologize. You didn't-" my voice broke, "didn't do anything. I missed you so m-much."

Toga's confused smile turned into a pout. "I missed you too, baby! You know I did!! I miss you every second of every day!"

I mumble something into her shoulder and she stiffens. "Did you say I'm never ever around?"

I nod and press my face down harder, trying to hide.

"Aw, Y/N! Look at me, please?!"

I sit up slightly and look her in her beautiful amber eyes. I'm rewarded with a quick kiss.

Toga grabs my hands, and we're now sitting face to face, both of us cross-legged.

"Hey- It's okay! I know I'm not here very often, and I cant text or call or anything, but I promise-"

"You don't get it!" I sob. "I love you so much and I only get to see you, what, once every three months? You could be dead for all I know, Toga! I- I need you, and I have nightmares about your bloodied body every night, and I'm just so fucking lonely-!" I break off, unable to continue with how hard I'm crying.

The blonde girl's eyes widen and her lip quivers. "What?" She pauses and laughs sadly. "You think I don't get it? It's hard for me, too! It shouldn't have to be! It's not my fault, okay? I'm sorry you worry about me, but I promise I'm okay!"

"You don't understand!"

Toga pulls away, her hands trembling. She buries her fingers in my carpet and takes a deep breath. "I do understand! I love you just as much, if not more, than you love me, okay? I dream about you, too! Sometimes it's a happy dream, but a lot of the time I see you dead! It's always one where I wake up wanting for you! You think I haven't noticed how sad you get? Do you think I don't hate myself every day for what I put you through? Everyday I hope that you realize how much better off you'd be without me!"

She pulls her knees to her chest and turns so I can't see her tear-streaked face. She takes another deep breath and stands up, walking towards the window. I scramble to my feet and reach for her hand, holding it tightly. "Toga, I'm sorry. You're right- we both have it rough, and I'm sorry for being so wrapped up in myself I didn't notice you were hurting. I can only imagine how you must feel, but-"

She spins to face me. "Is it worth it? Am I- Are we w-worth it?" Her face is bright red, one of her buns has come undone, and I realize this is the first time I've seen my girlfriend cry, and the first "real" argument we've had.

"Yes!" I say immediately.

"We can't do this anymore." The blonde states, but steps back into my room. "It's hurts. It hurts so fucking much. I need to- I- Y/N, I-" She stands on the windowsill again, peering into the darkness below, and then turning to face me again.

"Take me with you." I blurt.

She almost falls over and I tug her hand, pulling her into me. I hug her tightly and say it again. "Take me with you, please. I've been thinking about it for a while, and I want to join the League!"

"Y/N?! It's dangerous!"

"Everything is dangerous when you live in a superhuman society."

"...Yes, but I'm a villain! I'm always in hiding! I'm one of the most wanted in the country!"

"I know that- and because you're always running, so am I! I haven't been to school in half a year! My quirk isn't weak, I would be an asset. I don't care about all the people I'd hurt anymore- I'm tired of us being hurt because of the rules they forced on us. I just want to be with you, and I'm stupid for not realizing it sooner! Fuck morals, fuck everyone- it's their fault I can't just be with you!"

Toga, completely reenergized, easily breaks out of my hug and skips around my room, stopping every time she passes me to kiss me. She makes a few loops before she decides she wants longer kisses, and falls flat on her back, taking me with her. She presses her lips to mine and I happily let her, not resisting at all when her hands start to wander. "Y/N," She mumbles against my neck, "I promise you won't regret this."

                                                                                   

Later, I was laying on a beanbag, cuddling with Toga. It was dark in the LOV's hideout, and we didn't get a bed, but she was here. I hadn't spent a full night with her since... ever.

She rolls over and buries her face in my chest, humming happily. "I love you so much!"

"I love you, too. Very much." I say as my eyes start to close.

That night, I sleep fully for what has to be the first time since we've started dating.

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