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touyasdoll · 2 years

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Something To Cry About

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader

word count: 3.5k

warnings: oral (f!receving), face sitting, overstimulation, dacryphilia, mild degradation, multiple orgasms, soft sex, playfighting/wrestling, princess as a nickname, size kink, not really impact play but reader gets spanked v gently, tickling, gonna say v mild humiliation just in case, biting, marking, unprotected sex, creampie

basically: you just wanna treat Bakugou right on his birthday. of course, your willful husband has other plans.

notes: this is just a lil' happy birthday fic for my favorite blasty boi <3 yeah, it's late, but so is everything I do. Kats understands, thank goodness <33

Katsuki is a creature of habit. Always has been, probably always will be.

He’s always in bed by absolutely no later than 10 o’clock and then he’s up by 6 the following morning. Even on his days off, he insists on keeping to his routine, so that he doesn’t risk his sleep schedule getting thrown out of whack. It’s hard enough for him to wake up each morning and it never gets any easier, yet he persists. The same routine each and every day.

Roll out of bed. Wish that he could sleep for a little while longer—which he could, if he let himself. Go for a run. Make coffee. Fix breakfast. Go back to the bedroom. Once again, wish that he could rejoin you in bed. Drag you out of the bed. Give you a good morning kiss and then sate you with coffee, food, and more kisses. He’ll never refuse your request for more kisses.

There were rare occasions that he broke his habits for. Celebrations, emergencies, and most rarely, just for the fuck of it.

Today was an occasion. A pretty big one too, but he had still set his alarm last night when he tucked in at precisely 9:59 p.m., telling you that he’d wake you by 9, at the latest. Little did he know that you had unplugged his alarm. Turned off the backup alarm on his phone too, because of course he had a backup.

The hour was now nearly 8 a.m. and you were honestly surprised that he was still asleep. Normally, his natural alarm clock has him up by no later than 7, but he’s been working a lot lately, hence why you decided to give him the opportunity to catch a few extra z’s this morning while you fixed breakfast for a change. He was usually the chef between the two of you, but you knew your way around a simple breakfast spread. It’s not going to be much compared to the fancy breakfast in bed he’d prepared for you on your birthday, but it’ll be edible.

You debate letting him sleep for longer, but if you know your husband–and you do–he’ll grumble all morning about how you let him oversleep, birthday be damned. So, you stroll into the bedroom, set the breakfast tray down on the dresser for now, and crawl into bed to poke the sleeping bear.

“Good morning, birthday boy,” you greet in a sing-song voice, your hand gently working into his blonde locks, which are obviously afflicted with a case of bedhead. “It’s time to get up, baby.”

“My alarm clock decides when it’s time to get up and I did not hear that shit go off,” he murmurs, turning over to shove his face down into the pillow.

“Well, I’m your alarm clock today and I’ve decided that now is a perfect time for you to wake up and enjoy your breakfast,” you insist as you drape yourself on top of him. He’d never truly mastered the art of ignoring you. He couldn’t.

All he offers you in response is a grunt and a muttering of something that’s swallowed by his pillow.

“C’mon,” you pout, lifting a hand to prod at his cheek, poking him once. Twice. Three times..nothing. “Fine,” you huff, folding your hands on his shoulder and resting your chin atop them as you shrug. “But you’re not allowed to complain that I let you sleep too late.”

He sighs and another inaudible grumble can be heard before he finally lifts his head far enough from the pillow to let coherent words pass through his lips. “What time is it?”

“Just past 8,” you say as you rest your head and let your eyes close. Falling back asleep was tempting. “Still too early for me.”

“8? I slept in that fuckin’ late?” He picks his head up a bit more, jostling you from what was a rather comfortable position.

“What did I just say about complaining?” You tease, shaking your head as you roll off of him, back into your rightful place beside him in bed to prop your head up in your palm.

“It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to, right? Ain’t that how that shit goes?” He smirks as he turns over to face you, mirroring your position as his other hand reaches out to rest on your waist, drawing you into him.

“Oh, I’ll give you something to cry about, Katsuki,” you slide closer, slotting your calf through his legs and bringing your knee up over his thigh, winding yourself around him with all of your limbs as your arm slips beneath his own to hold him.

“Yeah? I’d like to see a pipsqueak like you try,” he snorts. “C’mon, princess. Give it your best shot.”

He runs his hand along your side and punctuates his words with a gentle swat to your behind, one eyebrow cocking as the smirk etched into his features only grows. You scrunch your face up in a determined scowl. You couldn’t take him, but you could still try your damnedest. There’s no way that you could actually hurt a behemoth such as him, so you could also make an attempt without worry.

“Alright, but just remember, you asked for it,” you shake your head, flashing your palms as if to absolve yourself from any would be guilt should you actually manage to inflict an injury upon him. All he can do is laugh in reply.

“I’m waiting,” his eyes sparkle as they perceive you, sizing you up for probably the millionth time since you’ve met, but never losing any of their luster as he takes you in.

Your giggle reaches his ears before your hands find his shoulder, trying to pin it down to the plush of the mattress beneath you, but he won’t budge. You roll your whole weight into him and nothing happens, save for the smile creeping across his face.

“Is that the best you got? I oughta teach you a thing or two if this is your idea of self defense,” he chuckles. “Should I let you win? Or should I give you somethin’ to cry about instead?”

The smile on his face takes a turn in the direction of mischievous, an all too familiar expression that has your stomach doing flips at the sight of it.

“How would you do that?” The timbre of your voice is deceptively innocent as you stop your efforts, deflating back into the sheets, smushed up against your brick wall of a spouse.

“Like this,” he shrugs and slips both his hands around you, seizing you by your middle to flip you over the top of him and slam you into the mattress as he switches places with you.

There’s a dampened whoosh of fabric as your spine sinks into the bed, your head cradled by down pillows that smell like his shampoo. Laughter is traded, but it quickly gives way to mild terror on your end as his fingers begin to wiggle up and down your sides.

“Babe! Don’t! Ahh–d-don’t, please!” You beg, but it’s all in vain as his hands glide along your torso, attacking all of the places that he knows are sure to turn you into a giggling, gasping mess.

“Say mercy,” he chuckles. “C’mon, darlin’, you know the rules.”

“Fuck your–ha! Katsukiiii! Ple–AHH–please!”

“Nah, you asked for this, remember?” He’s growing more smug by the second. “Gonna make you laugh until you cry. Or until you say mercy.”

“No!” You shake your head, writhing beneath him while you try to defend yourself, elbows pulled in close while your tiny hands try to fend off his all encompassing ones. “Stop!”

You’re already gasping for breath, trying to pull in fresh air amidst the fit of laughter and the on-going struggle, but he always wins this little game and you’re determined not to let him this time. So you fight back–like, actually.

Your palms connect with his pecs and you push him with such force, that you catch him off guard. He stops tickling you long enough for you to take advantage of the opening you see and you grab hold of him, rocking to one side and then the other, using his own body weight as leverage to roll on top of him before you throw your arms up in the air, victorious for once!

“Good job,” he chortles, hands swallowing the expanse of your thighs as he slides his palms over your warm skin, exposed by the immodest hem of your sleep shorts–the ones he loved on you so much.

Kind, lazy eyes flicker over your form, slowly consuming your silhouette like the last, glowing embers of a fire consume kindling. You’ve always felt like you could burn under his ruby red gaze and even after all this time, that still felt true.

“I’m sorry,” he says after a moment, his gaze falling to where his thumb was absently rubbing against the inside of your thigh.

“What for?” You cock your head to the side, genuinely confused by his sudden apology.

“For this,” he smirks, but you hardly have a chance to see it before your back hits the mattress again and this time his weight is lumbering over you.

Two muscled arms cage you in on either side while his heavy hips keeps yours pinned down. You’re at his mercy, but you can’t say that you would ever complain about being in such a position.

“I still don’t understand what you’re apologizing for,” you breathe out a laugh, tilting your chin up to silently ask for an overdo good morning kiss, which he happily grants you.

“Oh, well m’still gonna make you cry, princess. I’m a man of my word, you know that,” he insists as his nose nuzzles yours, a gentle gesture compared to the way that his hands snatch your shorts away from you.

The cute underwear you’d put on specifically for this round of birthday sex too. Gone in a flash as he impatiently slips them right off your body and spreads you wide for his ravenous eyes, drinking you in again in all your exposed glory. He’s salivating by the time he hunkers down between your thighs, too focused on the task at hand to tease you about how flustered you look right now. He always found it adorable. Endearing, even. But there was nothing adorable or endearing about the things that he was thinking about at the moment.

“Baby,” the noise falls from your lips in something akin to a whimper as you press your hands flat to the sheets, which you knew it was only a matter of time before you were gripping at them for dear life.

He hasn’t even touched you yet and already, you’re giving him exactly what he wants. Happy Birthday, Katsuki, you suppose.

“Say my name, baby,” he instructs as he presses the softest kisses to ever grace your body along the inside of your thighs, each one sending a new, potent shiver down your spine.

“K-Katsuki,” you sigh, voice already shaking from the anticipation of the pleasure that awaits you, just inches away.

You can feel his warm breath fanning over your poor, throbbing pussy. You close your eyes and brace yourself for the contact of his mouth, but it doesn’t come.

“On second thought,” he looks up at you, vermillion eyes gleaming as he toys with a devious idea that he’s clearly excited to share with you. “Why don’t you sing me happy birthday? You were goin’ to anyway, right? Let’s see if you can finish the song before I make you cum.”

“You can’t be seri—oh, fuck,” you gasp, eyes fluttering closed as his warm, wet tongue parts your folds, diving into explore your sweetness with no trace of shame as he lets out a groan.

“Best start singin’, princess,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your clit before they close around it and he sucks.

“H-ha—ppy birthd—ay to y-you,” you comply with far more difficulty than you anticipated.

He hums in satisfaction, the vibrations making it near impossible for you to think straight let alone sing this godforsaken song, but you fear that he might stop if you do.

“Happy b—irth—oh, fuck—b-birthday to you. B-baby, I can’t,” you whine, the pleasure quickly becoming too much entirely.

It might be a more feasible task if he weren’t just so good at what he does. He knows exactly how to drive you crazy. How to get you right up to the edge in no time flat. You’d blame it on the years of experience he has with your body specifically, but he’s always seemed to inherently understand how to navigate it. You’d think somebody had handed him a map the first time you were together and since then, he’s only gotten better with practice.

“Yes ya can,” he counters, giving your swollen clit a break as he drags his drenched lips along the inside of your thigh. “I know you’re getting close already, aren’t you?”

You can feel that famously smug grin of his against your skin before he nips at it, taking your flesh between his teeth to suck a faint, red mark there and then repeating the process on the other side, despite how you squirm.

“Can’t,” you shake your head, knitting your fingers into his hair to tug gently as he leaves yet another set of matching marks on either side of your innermost thigh.

His tongue teases your slit, his hot breath tickling you as he lets out a chuckle that edges on condescending. He dives in again, tongue plunging into your core without mercy this time, so that he can fuck you with the long, pink muscle while he hooks his arms beneath your legs, holding you firmly in place.

“Katsuki! Fuck. Oh fuck, baby, p-please,” your whining persists, but it only serves to encourage the grin on his face.

He licks a stripe up to your clit, hovering above your swollen sex as saliva slowly cascades off of his tongue. A drop of it lands with a wet plop and he watches intently as it runs along your delicate folds, a low growl rumbling in his chest while his hips start to roll.

“C’mon,” he tears his greedy gaze away from your entrance to look you in the eyes. “I’ll even slow down for ya, baby.”

Two long, thick digits are suddenly prodding at your hole, but just one slips inside to slowly work you open, his eyes never leaving your face. He always likes to watch when he has the chance. See each little twitch and tug of your facial features when he touches you. How your eyes flutter when he curls his finger. How your mouth falls open and you let out one of those moans that is so soft it should be considered a sin in and of itself when his thumb circles your clit. It all looks like art to him and he is simply honored to be living in the presence of a masterpiece.

You aren’t sure if this is making things better or worse for you. Regardless of pace, it just feels so damned good when he’s the one pulling the strings, puppeteering you in the paradise that he keeps hidden in the palm of his hand.

“Happy bir—thday, dear Ka—ha—atsuki,” you half whisper and half sing, both hands pressing to the sheets on either side of you as you clutch at the fabric, trying to take slow, steadying breaths as his hand moves slower still. “Happy birthday..to—,” is as far as he allows you to get before he attaches his lips to the ones between your legs again and begins absolutely devouring you.

Your hips jerk, but he wraps both arms around either of your thighs again, keeping you right where he wants you. That is, until he decides that this position isn’t exactly where he wants you right now.

He suddenly rolls onto his back, catching you off guard when he takes you with him. You find yourself straddling his face, hips bucking of their own accord as you teeter right along the edge, your impending orgasm only staved off thanks to the mild shock of the change in position.

“K-Katsuki,” you mewl, a desperate plea, but certainly not a complaint as you pick yourself up to sit up straight, hips still rolling as his tongue plunges in and out of you.

“Cum f’me, princess. Cum right on my fuckin’ face. You can do it,” he rasps, red eyes locked on yours as he laps at your folds with renewed vigor, rapidly flicking your clit with his tongue until he hears the telltale sign that you’re about to do precisely as he asked.

He wraps his lips around your now entirely too sensitive clit to suck, lashing his tongue faster still until your hips jerk and you sob his name, riding his face while he grins and groans into your pussy slurping up every last drop of your essence that his mouth can retrieve.

“Ka—ha! Katsuki, s’too much. T-too much, baby, please. I can’t take it,” you gasp, panting for breath as tears manifested from pure pleasure well in your waterline, threatening to spill over your cheeks.

He finally relents, but only to flip you right back over, grunting like a feral animal as he hooks his large hands around your thighs and pulls you closer to him while he gets onto his knees. He has no doubt that you’re soaked enough to take him, so he wastes no time, impaling you immediately with the full length of his long, thick, and throbbing cock.

“Shit, you feel so fuckin’ good, baby,” he grunts, sighing with relief as he lumbers over you and starts to move, taking his time, despite his desire to ravage you.

Your eyes roll back as you try to take in more air, feeling robbed with each slow roll of his hips. Already, you can feel the pressure building inside you again and you cling to his biceps, squeezing his muscular arms almost as tight as your still pulsing walls constrict around his cock.

He sees the way your eyes have turned glassy, wet with tears that he just can’t wait to make you spill. A small smirk comes to his lips as he picks up the pace, thrusting a bit faster and with more purpose.

It works beautifully. He’s more than pleased to see those dormant tears finally trail over your cheeks while you make such pretty, needy noises for him, just for him. He leans down to kiss the tears away before he leans in your ear, speaking through his labored breaths, “Told ya I’d give you somethin’ to cry about.”

He pulls back to smile down at you, capturing your lips again before you can say anything, not that you could anyway. It feels too good for you to be able to form a coherent thought. All you can do is smile blissfully against his lips and let him swallow the moans and whimpers that spill freely from you.

He eventually rests his forehead against yours, his hips moving faster still as one of his hands catches your waist and he groans, almost as if he’s in pain, but you know that he’s close and you are too. A few more thrusts is alll it takes to send your rocketing into oblivion again, beckoning fresh tears to your cheeks while your walls clamp down around him and your cries of ecstasy echo around the bedroom.

His hips stutter a moment later, his own sinful noises meeting and melding with yours as he pours all of himself into you, continuing to fuck his hot seed deep inside of you while he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He pants as his thrusts taper off, slowing them as he licks along your collarbone and up to your neck to taste the salty sheen of sweat you’d worked up until he stills inside of your and nuzzles his nose against your jaw.

“I love you,” he says softly, leaning in to kiss another stray tear away before he captures your lips again.

“I love you too, baby,” you reply, cupping his face in your hands to pull him in for another kiss. “Now, can we enjoy your birthday breakfast?” You ask with a tender smile as you drag your thumb along his chiseled jaw.

“No, thanks. I already ate,” he teases, chuckling as you roll your eyes and let out a soft giggle, your lips melding together once more while he rolls onto his side and draws your against him to wrap you snugly in his arms.

#happy bday bakugou <33 #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou smut #bakugo smut #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha smut #bnha smut

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incorrect-mha-bnha · 4 years

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BNHA HEADCANNONS again

Eri holds anual tea parties with everyone but banned Bakugou for “a thousand eternities” because he kept getting into bickering matches with her stuffed animals on who was the better princess.

Kaminari can, in fact, cook and bake. You can’t tell me I’m wrong because I also hc him as a huge stoner. The same with Sero. Those boys be cooking and whippin in the kitchen. Case closed.

Much like Star Lord, I believe Dabi would be one to wear headphones and carry around a cassette tape while he destroys things. People screaming and havoc being caused but it’s all muffled by his tunes. He even dances around as he works.

Mitsuki is the kind of woman to bark at men that catcall her. You can’t say I’m wrong, because I’m not. She would have no shame barking at some sleazebag that passes a rather suggestive demeaning comment her way thinking he’d get away scotch free and have a laugh over it with his sexist buddies— WELL HED BE WRONG because as soon as she hears some punk yell “Nice (insert sexist joke)!” She’d stop, turn his way slowly and start barking as shown.... “BARK BARK RUFF AWOOOO GRRRR BARK BARK BARK!” And the man would literally die on the spot. Gone. A queen. A badass. What a woman.

During that scene in the sports festival where they brought out Bakugou in chains and a muzzle like some villain rather than a teenage child. You know the one— yeah you do. Anyway. He was having an PTSD attack about the slime villain. Tell me I’m wrong. His mouth was covered and he was restrained. It was NOT very long after it either. What were they thinking? Trick question. The whole hero system is trash.

(CW: Vore) I personally think the most twisted hero turned villain scenario would be Tamaki. He eats things to gain power in his quirk.... I think you know where this is going. Imagine finding out a villain literally eating heroes and random civilians to gain their quirks? Wack

Back on my partially blind Todoroki hc. Due to his impaired vision, he tends to stand with his right side towards the opponent as to keep them in his sights and guard blind spots.

When Bakugou gets lonely, he will set off tiny explosions like fireworks that remind him of younger days when him and his friends would attend festivals and run around with sparklers.

I do like the Latin Sero hc so along those lines... you cannot tell me he wouldn’t chase anyone around the dorms with a chancla over something. It’s about as scary as an Aizawa woken up mid nap. He could chuck it a 100 yards and away and still hit you square in the head. Sero is so scary with a chancla, even Bakugou won’t attempt to fuck with him. *Starts yelling* *Sero comes out of nowhere with a sandal in his hand* “Are you yelling at Midoriya again?” *Bakugou looks up then slowly turns away and stalks off grumbling*

Izy is blasian (I don’t know if that’s the correct terminology for the mix) and will from this point on be known as Dekquan on this blog and to me. My mind is Astral in this bitch today. So many hc and thoughts. Hair care products, routines, ethnicity to learn from, SO MUCH. I also hc Mina as black, gods and her know how much of a struggle that boy will go through to take care of his hair.

Listen... I love the Bakusquad.... but they really aren’t exactly feral. Dekquansquad is immensely chaotic in terms of actions. They almost got charged with multiple offenses and Todoroki tried to square up with the head police chief. Not to mention Iida quite literally went to mu1der Stain with the help of Dekquan and Todd. After that they practically said “And what about it!?” THEN half the Dekquansquad went out to rescues Bak, and didn’t give a single fuck about the consequences. Bottom line? Dekquan knows every heroes weakness and has yet to snap completely, Iida has attempted murder under his belt, Todd has the pure teenage rebellious spite mixed with “Neutral chaotic come at me Bro!” Energy fueling him, Ochac is there for the money. Whats bakusquad got? Some Latin scotch tape, a badass breakdancer, pika pika let me charge your phone mister suave, “oh that doesn’t sound very heroic” sunshine and daisies man, and ‘I go to bed for 8’ rabies n company. Don’t even try.

Bak’s parents are fashion designers. Why does this detail matter? Take a look at his hero costume. The color pallet doesn’t clash, the asccesories make sense. (In a sense). It’s the most well put together hero costume out of Class 1A. He had to have picked up tricks and rules to follow from his parents work, you cannot tell me otherwise.

Mina would sing WAP at Uraraka’s wedding..... change my mind.

(Not a ship hc) Will I ever shut up about Kirishima, Bak and Mina being my emotional support Wonder Trio (Im going to need to think of a different damn name) even if I don’t post about it? No. Mina forms a close bond with them as the years progress. Spending more time, opening up with them, nurturing with affection. It goes both ways as well. The boys care about her immensely, becoming protective and promising to be there when she needs it. Inside jokes, training and teasing- they have it all. Their dynamic is *chefs kiss* and I promise to post about it in the future.

Denk has to have brain damage, I’m pretty damn sure. If you’re using electricity to the point of being incapacitated and numerous amount of times then there has to be some adverse effects at play.

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bbykeijis · 4 years

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LATE NiGHT DATES (1)

# izuku midoryia, shoto todoroki, katsuki bakugou, hanta sero

summary: when you & your mha boyfriend decide to have a late night self-care or casual date ! (black!reader, gender!neutral reader)

author’s note: so i’ve rebranded my whole pageee & i’m fucking tired but it looks good so good for me i guess 🙇🏾‍♀️ enjoy these with lil dates with these boys

warnings & genre: might’ve cursed somewhere, fluff, slight crack but it’s pretty chill ig

IZUKU MIDORYIA | activity is hair care !

his fingers in your hair as he massages the products into your scalp with a smile

ft izuku constantly asking how all the contents smell so good and reading the ingredients,, c’mon he wants to learn !

ur boyfriend fussing slightly when he sits in between your thighs as you attempt to detangle his hair

“but baby, it’s soreee-” “shush and sit still istg”

kissing his head after you’re done ofc,, the poor boy is tender headed

listening to diddy bop - noname (feat. cam o’bi, raury) !

the same song on repeat for hours as you listen to him talk about the same old story of his dreams and you admire his unwavering perseverance

(even though you’ve heard this shit one hundred f*king times)

singing along to the song and zuku thinking you’re directing it to him

“ooooo, you about to get your ass beat” “i’m about to what?”

falling asleep on your couch with his head on your chest as the song plays quietly thoughout the night

SHOTO TODOROKI | activity is self care !

“shoto, you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen but if you keep touching your face we’re gonna have a problem.”

late nights listening to sza’s good days as sho admires you whilst you apply the face mask on him

you’re wearing his shirt, your hair is protected in that red and white bonnet he bought you a few weeks ago, and your skin glows under the warm light

he lit the candles himself and they sit in random places around your bodies in the bathroom to ‘set the mood’

yeah, he’s in love but he won’t tell you though. not yet anyway.

closes his eyes as he hears you singing along,, he hums along too knowing pretty much the whole song

yes. he likes sza. ctrl is his shit.

he enjoys spending this quiet intimate time with you away from the loud asses in class 1-a

“please don’t stop.” “hmm?”

shoto takes your hand and puts it back on his cheek just under his scar

man look at this softie ...

KATSUKI BAKUGOU | activity is a movie night !

yeah, let’s not talk about the 30 minutes of arguing over what to watch before you win and get to choose

“i let you win-” “boy, shut the hell up and look at (movie character)”

lounging on his couch on top of bakugou’s lap as he lays back and absently looks at the moving figures ahead

doesn’t even watch the movie tbh, he just holds you whilst you laugh or cry at certain scenes

“watch the damn movie asshole” “i am dumbass!” “staring at my ass isn’t watching the movie!”

manages to get through the first 15 of minutes of the movie without kissing you or playing with your muscles

oh, but if you do the same when his movie is on you better watch out,, bakugou’s such a hypocrite

you look away from the screen for 2 seconds and his hand is on your chin turning you back whilst the action scene is playing

y’all end up throwing popcorn at each other and by the end of movie 3 you have nothing left

putting the titanic on for shits and giggles but bakugou gets emotional when jack dies????

“pussy ass-” “s-shut your damn mouth”

HANTA SERO | activity is cooking !

okay sero and his latino ass plus your talented black ass?? get ready to make a feast

sero quoting ‘cooking like a chef, i’m a five star michalin’ whenever he dices the food ‘super fast’ without any accidents

which is why he puts on god’s menu by stray kids to get into the mood

this boy will not let you go when you’re tryna cook or clean,, his arms will be around your waist at all times and he’s not gonna apologise if you can’t move around

“baby, the food’s burning.” “shhh, lemme hold you lil longer mi amor.” “it’s on fire.”

taking breaks from cooking so the two of you can around dance in the kitchen with your music blasting into the night,, your neighbors don’t mind :) theyre too intimidated by you to ask for quiet

sero constantly asking for your approval when he adds the spices,,, it’s always too much or too little. there’s no inbetween with this man

uses his quirk in an attempt to flip the pan like a professional at some point,, now there’s a mess on the floor

the two of you clean up together and soon bubbles and water are everywhere too

it’s just a rlly good night 😌

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bakusdumptruck · 4 years

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Bakusquad Crack Post Pt.2

Hello you beautiful bitches 😌 hope you had a good day today! I was stuck on what I was going to write and decided to make a side story on what happened with the LoV in the first part! So now i’ll give you high bakusquad ft. The LoV🤩

Pairing: Aged up Bakusquad x gn!Y/n x LoV

Warnings: Use of marijuana, swearing, injuries, slight manga spoilers

Summary: Bakusquad gets kidnapped by the Lov, but it turns out better than expected.

✨QUICK RECAP ✨

You and the Bakusquad were v e r y faded chilling on a hill watching the stars

A nomu pops out of no where and you all start attacking, but completely miss

The nomu starts chasing you and ends up knocking everyone out

OKAY NOW LETS GET IT 😈

So... you got kidnapped by the infamous League of Villains

B💥: *waking up* “Fucking shit what hap- oh shit hey crusty 😏 never thought i’d be here again.”

ST(Shiggy)🧴: “Never thought you’d be this easy to catch you little bitch”

B💥: “WHO YOU CALLIN A LITTLE BITCH YOU FLAKEY FU-”

Y/n🥵: *evil/scary ass voice* “Bakugou if you don’t shut the fuck up right now i’ll let his flakey ass disintegrate you. You’re beING TOO FUCKING LOUD 😃🔪”

B💥: “uh... where’d you get that knife from :D”

K💪🏼: “Hey guys, sorry to ruin your moment but shouldn’t we be concerned that we got kidnapped.”

M💅🏽: “I agree... We literally got kidnapped by the people who want to kill us.”

S🕷: “Oh shit, that’s who they are? No wonder they looked so familiar.”

All: 👁👄👁

ST🧴: “Ya’ll are dumber than I expected... anyway we want you guys to join us. You all have powerful quirks, especially you Baku-”

B💥: “YAWWNNNN. No thank you. I already said no.”

ST🧴: “Did you just s a y the word yawn 🙃 *scratching neck* You’re pissing me off. I’ll just kill you then.”

S🕷: “Hold on mr.saltine, before you kill bakubro can we smoke our last joint? This weed was expensive and I AM NOT letting it go to waste. Plus I have even more and it needs to be gone before I die.”

M💅🏽: “Sero please tell me you didn’t bring your stoner pack.”

S🕷: *pulls out his so called “Seros Super Stoner Pack”*

Shiggy’s starting to regret his life choices.

All of a sudden Dabi pops out of no where

DB🔥: “Is that weed? I smell weed. Where is it.”

Sero had the most amazing idea, but not for them to escape no, he has had the most amazing idea to make sure he finishes his weed.

S🕷: “...Wanna smoke with us 👀 I already rolled a joint and I can roll at least 4 more. Don’t wanna let it all go to waste 😃”

DB🔥: “Let them out of the cuffs. I need to smoke.”

At this point Shigaraki is over everything and decides to smoke to distract himself from the stupidity.

So, ya know, Sero does his thing and hands yall the other papers to roll up

*30 minutes and 5 joints later...*

DB🔥: “NO BUT LIKE ENDEAVOR IS A FUCKING B I T C H. HE CAN KISS MY BURNT ASS.”

This smoke session somehow turned into a therapy session.

DB🔥: “I KNOW HE’S MY DAD BUT HOLY SHIT. FUCKER PUSHED ME INTO FAKING MY OWN FUCKING DEATH AND NOW HERE I AM. IM BURNT, MUSTY, AND STUCK WITH THIS CRUSTY ASS BITCH.”

Y/n🥵: *patting his back* “There there, let it out... uhuh just like that”

DB🔥: “I CAN’T EVEN FUCKING CRY. MY TEAR DUCTS ARE BURNT AND I FEEL DUMB AS FUCK CRYING WITH NO TEARS. I LOOK FUCKING CONSTIPATED.”

ST🧴: “Bitch please, you look constipated all the time.”

DB🔥: “Square the fuck up. 😃 Right now.”

D⚡️: “So... we just gon ignore the fact that he’s Endeavors “dead” son?”

Eventually Dabi lets everything off of his chest and goes off pouting in your arms

To lighten up the mood Sero connects his phone to his speaker and picks whatever song came up first

It was WAP by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion.

Denki was the first one to get up and starts to rap the first verse. He knew it word for word.

Sero joined in after but also started dancing

Mans was MOVING them hips. Them shits were swaying like it was nobody’s business 💅🏽

WAIT SO HEAR ME OUT, I feel like Bakugou would be a completely different person when he’s high

Yeah he’s still angry and shit but he’d be sooooo fucking funny

This bitch would get up all of a sudden and be like

B💥: “YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG FUCKER. THIS IS HOW YOU FUCKING MOVE”

Then he starts aggressively twerking anyway he can 😭

He’s twerking on the wall, on the floor, ON PEOPLE

You all eventually form a circle around him and start hyping him up

LMAOO ITS LIKE THAT DANCE CIRCLE AT SCHOOL DANCES AND EVERYONE HAS THEIR PHONE OUT

Y/n🥵: “BEST FRIEND SHOW EM YOUR MOVES”

K:💪🏼: “GO, OUUU YUH GET IT I GUESS 💅🏽... OKAY IM NEXT BEST FRIEND. GET THE CAMERA 🤩”

KIRI FUCKING PUSHES HIM OUT

K💪🏼: “dougie 🤪 hype me up 😤🥵”

He does it REALLY bad, but that’s not gonna stop the hype

ST🧴: “AHAHAHA WHY HE MOVIN LIKE THAT. MANS STIFF AS FUCK”

M💅🏽: “Like you can do any better than that 😗”

ST🧴: “Baby please, watch this”

Shiggy starts voguing... and he’s really fucking good.

All: “💀”

DB🔥: “HOLY SHIT THIS IS FUCKING GOLD . YO GUYS GET THE FUCK OUT YOUR ROOMS. Hehe he’s gonna regret doing this. ”

The rest of the LoV members come out and are shocked

They don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or be disgusted

TG🔪: “Dabi... is he okay, wait a minute... wHEN DID THEY GET HERE”

SP🐊: “...I’m going back to my room.”

TW👺: “OUU YUH SHIGGY. GET IT BITCH- this is so fucking disgusting.”

Mr.Compress and Kurogiri don’t even bother to see whats happening

Once the most iconic part of the song pops up YOU AND MINA GO OFF.

M💅🏽: “OUT OF THE WAY BITCHES. ITS THE BADDIES TURN.”

Holy fuck can y/n and Mina marry me already. p l e a s e.

Yall hitting every beat, every move, THE ATTITUDE. Yes. A+. 1000/10

Everyone was screaming their asses off and jumping around

After WAP, Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low played

DB🔥: “OHHH SHIT ITS MY TIME WHORES”

Dabi pulls out a guitar and amp out of thin air and plays his fucking heart out.

Bakugou finds drums and plays like theres no tomorrow

Sero finds a bass and joins in

Y/n🥵: “What the fuck 😃 why is this so good 😃”

The rest of you starts head banging and singing along

K💪🏼: “TAKE A BREATH DONT IT SOUND SO EASY, NEVER HAD A DOUBT NOW IM GOING CRAZY WATCHING FROM THE FLOOR”

M💅🏽: “waYMENT- I THOUGHT HE COULDN’T SING. WHERE DID THAT COME FROM 😳”

Denki adds harmony to the next part

K💪🏼D⚡️: “TAKE A BREATH AND LET THE REST COME EASY, NEVER SETTLE DOWN CAUSE THE CASH FLOW LEAVES ME. ALWAYS, WANTING MORE”

Y/n🥵: “DENKI YOU TOO??? I’m going to pass away. This is too muCH. I’M GOING TO SIMP PLEASE.”

Oop, the best part’s coming up... who’s singing next?👀

DB🔥: “IT WAS NEVER A PHASE MOM. ITS A LIFE STYLE- CAUSE I GOT YOUR PICTURE IM COMING WITH YOU DEAR MARIA COUNT ME IN THERES A STORY AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS BOTTLE AND IM THE PEN.”

That shit was chefs fucking kiss. Dabi has the perfect voice for this song.

At this point you, Mina, and Shiggy were on the floor with tears streaming down your faces.

When yall thought it couldn’t get any better, Bakugou and Sero start harmonizing for the last part 💅🏽

B💥S🕷: MAKE IT COUNt WHEN IM THE ONE WHOS SELLING YOU OUT CAUSE IT FEELS LIKE STEALING HEARTS CALLING YOUR NAME FROM THE CROWD”

Dead. You flat lined. Your limit has been passed and now you’re a hard core simp.

Mina was so glad she started recording because there definitely won’t be another opportunity.

Y/n🥵: “Guys... WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. HOW CAN YOU PULL INSTRUMENTS OUT OF YOUR ASSES AND PLAY PERFECTLY. KIRI WHERE THE HELL DID THE VOICE COME FROM.”

The boys were sweating and out of breath. They just did a whole performance in the hide out with zero practice.

They stared at each other at the end for a little bit and excitedly hyped themselves up.

Dabi spoke about starting a band forgetting about his occupation and why the bakusquad was there in the first place

Honestly this moment was precious. The villains and aspiring hero’s were getting along because of the weed in their system. This just proves how weed can solve all your problems 💅🏽

*knock knock* “Doordash delivery”

ST🧴: “Oh, when did you guys order food?”

S🕷: “We didn’t order food...”

ST🧴: “... FUCKING SHIT NOT AGA-”

The pro hero’s busted in 🤩

DB🔥: “KUROGIRIIII. GET US THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.”

And just like the the LoV escaped

M💅🏽: “Ya kno what, I honestly forgot where we were.”

B💥: “Same.”

K💪🏼: “We were having too much fun...”

D⚡️: “Ughhh why’d they come so early 😫 we were boutta start a band 🥺”

S🕷: “Wait... why were we here again??”

Y/n🥵: “Sero...baby, maybe you should lay off the weed for a bit 💀”

Aizawa walked in and shot his scarf out to all of you. He made sure to make them uncomfortably tight and pulled you guys right to him.

A🐱: 👺👹*gremlin noises*👺👹

Lol you guys are fucked.

HELLOOOOO I hope you guys enjoyed this story of what went on when the squad got kidnapped!! Honestly my account is gonna have ALOT of bakusquad scenarios since I literally love all of them so much. Not a day goes by where I’m not thinking about hanging out with them 😭 Credits to jazzmonster for the gif 😌 once I saw it I knew I had to use it. Anywayy thank you all so much for the support :’-) I didn’t think people would actually like the stuff I write since its all over the place 😫 Hope you have a good rest of your day/night 🖤

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tender-rosiey · 4 years

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Hello!,it is me once again but last time you did my request so good!! So i came to ask for another! And I was wondering if you can make it chuuya one where his s/o gets drunk and they drunk that they can’t even say there name Properly plz and thank you!

❥ Chuuya with a drunk s/o

ᴀ/ɴ:I am glad you liked it and I hope you enjoy this one as well 💘 Warnings: a part that is a just little spicy ✨

“Y/N IF YOU ARE GONNA STRIP THEN DO IT IN OUR BEDROOM, NOT IN THE DAMN BAR”

Remind him again why did he take you with him?

Oh yeah he wanted to celebrate whatever shit he wanted to celebrate and he can’t remember because he drank a little

He HAD to take you away from here or these idiots will see your perfect body

Which is only for him to see

You are Chuuya’s baby

But he also wants to see their faces when they see how he marked you ( ͡° ͜ʖ ��°)

Anyways

So how he got you out

So did he gently lead you down like a gentleman?

You are thrown over his shoulder like a noodle and he is running with you for dear life towards your house

Gently places you down on the couch

‘I need to think about how to not make her do anything stupid-‘

Just as he was thinking to himself from restraining any stupid actions while you are drunk

You were standing on the table dancing and singing incoherent words

“Dove please get down-“

“chUuuUva I hUngy”

“I WILL GET YOU FOOD BUT COME DOWN FIRST”

He did get you the food

with a really nice presentation may I add

Chef!Chuuya anyone?

No Gordon Ramsay tho save that for Bakugou 😃

Picks you up and cuddles you between his legs so you can’t escape and make a mess

He wishes that you fall asleep anytime soon

But who said that I was a merciful person so I can let him rest the night?

Cue you starting to shift and move around

“What’s the matter, y/n?”

“hAWwT”

You started taking your clothes off leaving your self half naked

My man chuuya wouldn’t say he didn’t enjoy the show and that he didn’t want to take you on right here right now

But

My man has manners and he would never take advantage of you 😌

He will throw his coat on you so you don’t get a cold too

Aw, soft Chuuya

“ChUuuuuuUu, waiiiiiii”

“I don’t want you to get sick”

Roll the drums and an emotionally drunk y/n enters the chat

“WAHHHHH YOu So NWAiCEEEE CHU CHU”

“CHU CHU?! I AM NOT A TRAIN”

Great job shortie you made y/n cry

“NO NO I AM SORRY PLEASE”

Chuuya is getting baby punches on his chest

He can’t decide if it’s cute or dangerous since you could literally get serious about your punches soon

A few minutes and our mafioso had given up and is laying on the couch

He closed his eyes for a brief moment only to feel the couch sink

He opened his eyes and found you on top of him

“Y-y/n?”

Bottom Chuuya pls

You started peppering kisses on his neck to his collarbone

Which got some soft and minuscule moans out of him

“D-dove, you shouldn’t be d-doing that when you are l-like this”

You slowly unbuttoned his shirt and Chuuya was waiting for your blissful touch on his chest only to be met with nothing

In fact

You fell asleep

On him

While trying to get in bed with him

He will sigh in relief and carry you to your bedroom

Tucks you in bed and presses a gentle kiss to your temple

“Goodnight, love”

He will exist the room to do some work but what you don’t know is

He is also planning how to get you back for what you did to him today

do not copy or plagiarize or you will be reported

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franeridart · 4 years

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Anon said: [Spoilers for non-manga readers] opinion on Baku's hero name?

Very Bakugou, honestly don’t mind it at all! Mostly just surprised it’s, like, legal in the bnha universe for heroes to call themselves stuff like explodo-kills (and also that there isn’t a character limit for hero names??) but that Bakugou would stick with it is pretty damn in character for him so I like it xD still, I’ll probably just call him Dynamight if I’ll ever need to use his hero name lmao

Anon said: not to be the most romantic sap but uh just a kiss by lady a is killin me

Nothing sappy about letting romantic songs get to you!!!! I say, as I’m constantly crying over romantic songs so this mindset benefits me as well lol

Anon said: i may or may not have stumbled across some of your older kiribaku art, the stuff with akane, and she's the best child oc tbh. i actually like her and i tend to not be a fan of child ocs but she's just the cutest darn thing 🥰

I’m so glad you like her!!!!! She was a lot of fun, what a good gremlin ;;;

Anon said: uve heard of dragon!kiri w his hair spikes up, now get ready for dragon!kiri w his hair dowm lookin like the softest boy

AW HECK I think I’ve drawn him in the past, actually!!!! Spike-haired Kiri will forever be my fav Kiri, but there’s just something about hair down Kiri isn’t it!! What a cute boy ;;;; all sharp edges and soft curves, what a lovely sight

Anon said: can i just say your itafushi art is so cute? these two already make me feel and then your art just (つω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

THANK YOU SO MUCH I really need to draw them more, don’t I! goge kinda monopolized my attention there, but the way itafushi makes me feel..........boy the way they make me feel ;;;;

Anon said: good day, poké au thought: 12 y/o bakugo somehow catches a dreepy as like his 2nd pokemon and never questions it

WHY NOT WHY NOT I have a whole team in my mind for the boy tbh but dreepy is so cute ;;;; and anyway, I like my poke!bakugou with as many dragon types as he could possibly get his hands on hahaha

Anon said: Please know that, amongst other factors, you were one of the maon reasons I stsrted Jujutsu Kaisen two days ago and there isnothing more to say except thank you and I'm absolutely in debt with you for that, thank you so much 😍

I’m so so SO glad you’re liking it!!!!!! It can get kinda heavy but it’s such a great story.... honestly I’d been wanting to start it since I saw the first pv for the anime all the way back last year but I was like, you know it’s a mappa anime! so I wanted to watch the anime as a new thing, cause I love mappa, but three episodes in I couldn’t hold back and just binged it. It’s kind of story that just makes you wanna drink it all in one go, isn’t it? so good so good

Anon said: makeup artist kirishima and model bakugo or makeup artist bakugo and model kirishima? :0c

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm can’t say I see either of them much into fashion tbh, but if I had to pick probably model Kiri and artist Baku? I just don’t think Baku would be able to stay still enough to get photographed, and he wouldn’t like the photographer bossing him around anyway, and catwalks would be impossible for him to stomach imho, he’s too restless for it! At least it’s the way I see it haha

Anon said: fdgdhdkfhdafs i had a thought, what if bakugo prefers dogs and kirishima prefers cats and when they meet each other and become friends it's like, "oh." because they have some striking similarities to their fave animals

That’s been my headcanon for a while now, actually!! I think for me it came from two characters in a manga I like that are a lot like a dog and a cat but have inverted fav animals and when I read about that I was like “oh, right, makes sense since they like each other” and then my brain turned it krbk because when does it not lmao

Anon said: your art is the soothing balm to my soul recently, thank you for posting so much beautiful content. i hope you have a lovely week. ♡

sob thank you so much, I’m glad my doodling can help you feel better ;; <3

Anon said: Friendly reminder anon from last time: that post I left last time I had only eaten 7 gingersnaps that day and hadn’t drank any water. So that encouraged me to actually self care. Thank you.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! well I hope you’re taking care of yourself today too! And as fair trade, I’ll do the same myself! <3

Anon said: Hi! I'm an artist and I'm thinking of making a sideblog for my art. Do you have any tips?

Ah man, I’m sorry but I’m not the best person to ask this to! I started this sideblog cause I had too many followers on my main and I didn’t want my stuff to be seen by that many people at first, so whatever I did probably isn’t what you’re looking for :( but really there isn’t much to it, just post whatever you like to draw, tag it as best as you can (but remember that only the first five tags appear in the search page) and be patient, since whatever you do at first you won’t get much attention anyway - the only real advice I can give is to draw something that makes you happy and that you’d draw anyway even if no one were to see it, it’ll make keep posting despite a possible lack of activity a lot easier!

Anon said: Your goge art🥺🥺

I just love them so much ( TT’’’TT)9

Anon said: how the fuck have i not been following you? I remember seeing your bakushima art in the bnha tag and always thinking it's so cute. Now you're into JJK too??? and the satosugu art??? fuckin, diabetes incarnate. I love it. I love you. Your art 10/10. I'm tired lmao.

WELL thank you for the follow!! And for thinking my stuff is cute!!!!! I do my best with that, I want all the soft things for my favs 😌

Anon said: Are you gonna draw Gojou/Getou comic?? 👉🏻👈🏻 WOULD LOVE TO READ IT

you mean an actual doujin? I don’t think I will, sorry! I’m really no good at long projects orz but thank you so much for wishing to read something like that from me!!! ;A;

Anon said: Hello! YOUR ART IS SO FREAKING GORGEOUSSSS!!! I love them so much!! If I may ask you one question. Between Getou amd Gojou, who do you see as top/bottom? Just curious

THANK YOU!!!!! And I honestly don’t care as long as they’re happy and together!!! please let them be happy and together 🙏🙏🙏

Anon said: i want you to know!!! i followed you for your kiribaku art but!!! i love your art so much that idc what you post because it's all just!!!! incredible and wonderful and stunning!!!

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!!! this means a lot to me so seriously thank you so much!!!!

Anon said: d'you think bakugo has like headaches or migraines after training or battles because of how loud his quirk is? like, i listen to music slightly too loud and my head is sending me to hell. (unless you go with the hoh hc which is also 👌)

I like to think Baku’s body is attuned enough to his own quirk that he wouldn’t get drawbacks of the kind tbh, though that wouldn’t be a bad thought for when he just starts to increase the output/width and strength of his explosions............ well, I myself suffer from chronic headaches and migraines so I’m always up for projecting on my favs ngl lmao

Anon said: so like... dragon kirishima's eyes glow right? like, if we equate his dragon-ness to unbreakable his eyes glow? they also glow when he's half shifted? honestly i just live glowing eyes

Oh hell yeah I’m all for that, definitely definitely, I love glowing eyes with my whole heart and Kiri’s eyes in unbreakable are just so!!!!!! NGH *chef kiss* the more of unbreakable there is in his dragon form the happier I am ( TT^TT)9

Anon said: me, scrolling through your blog: ah shit guess im gonna have to start watching jjk

!!!!! hope it won’t hurt you too much, anon!!

Anon said: dragon!kiri and bakugo having a tug-of-war match over a piece of meat. both have it in their mouths. both are determined to win.

Kiri is turned into his dragon form and Baku still wins, hell yeah

Anon said: your satosugu is top tier!! it's hard to find stuff for them that isn't straight up angst so your art has been super cool and also very very cute!! (tho if you went with angst, it wouldn't be a bad thing obviously)

AH I’m so happy to hear you like them!!!! but also happy you wouldn’t mind angst, as I do like them the best happy and soft but my brain, my brain has been throwing sads my way for a while now 👀 I got some ideas

Anon said: What program/device do you use??

Easy Paint Tool SAI and a wacom intuos!! Though I got myself an ipad+procreate just yesterday and I’ve been messing around with it, let’s see how that one goes!

Anon said: *inahles* i am simping for mohawk man please tell me everything about your ocs immediately or i will detonate

THANK YOU FOR LIKING HIM HE’S CALLED DAVIDE Dav for short, he’s a cat of a man and a music instrument enthusiast (mostly string ones, but he’s very good with the piano as well) - he works in a music instruments store, and he’s a uni student majoring in philosphy! He doesn’t like bothersome things, he isn’t very good at taking anything seriously or putting effort in stuff, but he’s very chill to spend time with and generally a nice chat both if you want mindless thoughts or deep conversations (he’s a philosophy major after all). He can’t sing for shit, he’s got two cats (tago and schelly!), and he just wants a quiet life to laze around but all his friends are hurricanes in human bodies, but then again, he picked them himself so he can’t complain. He’s a good boy!! I’m planning a comic for him and his boy Ross >:]

#fran answers #SORRY FOR THE DELAY #i wish i could say i was busy but actually i just got distracted #ah also #jjk spoilers #cause my sis has a habit of readin my asks and she can't know about the otp just yet #lol #is the readmore for this showing? this is pretty damn long....#long post #just to be sure

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combat-wombatus · 4 years

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Hot Cocoa

Pairing: Iida Tenya x gn!reader

Warnings: brief cursing (mostly just bakugou being bakugou), some suggestive humor (m*neta is involved too)

Genre: fluff (a lil bit of crack bc why not)

WC: a bit over 8k? went slightly overboard with this idea and not entirely happy with the ending but i already rewrote it like 5 times so it is what it is-

(A/N): heya! so this is my first fic and i was kinda nervous about posting it...

it started out as an idea on @todorkihoe’s discord server but then it evolved into this monstrous nightmare so...it took me like a whole week to hash everything out and the logistics of the secret santa thing was an absolute nightmare. but it was worth it!!

It was the holiday season. Most people were taking time off of work to hang out with their friends and family. You had wanted nothing more than to relax in your hot tub with a glass of sparkling cranberry juice and scrumptious holiday cookies, but being a pro-hero meant sacrifices.

You were signed on as a sidekick in the UA Hero Agency’s Tokyo branch. The UA Hero Agency was exactly that: a hero agency formed by the most illustrious graduating class at UA. Not everyone from their class eventually went into the agency, but they were a large agency, with around 36 pro-heroes working full-time. This meant that they had several branches. You, a recent graduate from UA, knew these heroes who were a year above you at UA. They were special. When you started at UA, there were already whispers about “the Class of Legends”. Every single person who graduated the year after had been through enormous trauma during their years at UA. You thought that they were true heroes: strong, unbending even in the face of overwhelming adversity. They were only in their first year when they had been attacked by villains: twice. One of them had even been kidnapped. You couldn’t even begin to fathom how hard they must have worked to get to where they were today. They were resilient, and it showed. The UA Hero Agency is now one of the top Hero Agencies in not only Japan, but also the world. In fact, with their combined power, you wouldn’t be surprised if they happened to make an international branch. You knew that some of the heroes at your agency, Can’t Stop Sparkling and Pony, wanted to start something overseas but didn’t yet have the manpower to make it happen. You were sure that within a few years, their ranks bolstered by new graduates, they would take UA to the international stage.

So it was Christmas Eve. Even though you wanted the chance to chill out at home with some relaxing instrumental jazz and freshly baked sweets, you were out patrolling Tokyo’s vibrant shopping sector instead, on the lookout for villains who wished to ruin everyone else’s holiday fun. The mall was abuzz with shoppers, some hanging out in the verandas with cup of hot cocoa in their hands, others hurrying through, their arms loaded with shopping bags, searching for last-minute gifts they had previously forgotten to purchase. It was definitely not the worst patrol ever. The cozy atmosphere almost had you sighing in contentment, before you heard a voice shout, “thief!”

Of course a villain had to ruin the fun. They had a tendency to do that. You weren’t very comfortable using your quirk in such a loud, crowded area, but you bet that you could catch a small-time shoplifter without it anyways. You raced through the crowd, tracing the voice that had called out moments earlier. You saw a tuft of orange hair weaving unnaturally through the crowd of shoppers, and sprinted forwards, your eyes locked on the target. You followed the path they had created unknowingly for you, trying not to draw attention to yourself. It would only slow you down and light a fire under the criminal, which was exactly what you didn’t need.

Within moments, you caught up to them. Sneaking up behind them, you snatched their wrist and smacked your quirk-suppressing cuffs on it.

“Fuck!” He swore. How did he get caught so quickly? He could have sworn that there was no one chasing him. Pesky heroes. Relying on the comparative lack of heroes patrolling during the holidays, as well as the customary holiday shopping rush, was a sound strategy. He had done the same in previous years without getting caught. If only that damned, nosy civilian hadn’t shouted…

“Please do not resist arrest. It will be easier for all parties involved. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law. There are eyewitnesses to your crime. Please drop your bags and hold out your other wrist.” You said calmly. You had a beautiful voice. It was calming and had a lilt to it that was a byproduct of your quirk. The villain did as you said, knowing that there would be no escape.

You sighed. Pressing a button on the comms situated in your ear, you reported the situation back to your office. You then called the nearest detective station and waited until their patrol car got here so you could hand the man over. Glancing at your watch, you realized your patrol was almost over. You did one last sweep of the premises, then headed back to the agency.

Today, the agency was the emptiest you had ever seen it. It was a large building, with 20 above-ground floors. In fact, it was essentially a mini-city. There was a heated indoor pool, a sauna, an elite gym that would make fitness junkies drool, a massage and spa, three verandas, and a rooftop greenhouse. It had a café reminiscent of the UA cafeteria, and all types of cuisines were available. In fact, Lunch Rush’s niece was working in the café, and the food was always heavenly. Sometimes, heroes from other agencies would drop off at the UA Hero Agency just for a bite of food after a long patrol. It was the unofficial headquarters of all the hero agencies in Japan, and it certainly lived up to its reputation.

Thinking about the café, you were suddenly hungry for some pad thai. Arriving at the door, you dropped off your comms and cloak at the door to your office and headed down to the café for some food.

“(Y/N)!!! You’re back!” Your friend squealed.

“Yeah Mina, just got off of patrol. Arrested this shoplifter trying to take advantage of the holiday chaos.” Spying her coat in her hands, you realized she was on her way out.

“Cool! You’re always so efficient with your arrests. Anyhow, I’m going to head home. My parents and I are getting some dinner together. I’ll be back for the party, yeah? Don’t open any presents without me!” Mina waved, a grin on her face. You assured her that you would make sure everyone waited for her to celebrate. You wanted to see your parents too, but they were currently on an international tour. They were famous singers, pioneers of a new genre of music. It was a sort of lullaby, but it wasn’t meant to put people to sleep. It was more of an enchanting, calming kind of music present only in fantasy books before your mother brought it to life. She was wildly popular, and your father was only too happy to support her. Speaking of which, your phone rang in your pocket. You took it out and accepted the video call.

“(Y/N)! It’s so nice to see you baby! How’s it going? I know you had patrols today but I forgot about the time difference and your father had to stop me before I called you and distracted you during patrols! He’s always so paranoid you’ll hurt yourself, sweetie. Stay safe, okay?” Your mother was always cheerful.

“Yeah mom, I know. I’m doing pretty well, actually. I arrested a shoplifter today,” you replied, recounting the same story you just told Mina. “Everything’s pretty calm here. How’s your tour going? I missed you,” you asked her.

“That’s good to hear sweetie!” You mom smiled. “The tour is amazing. I’ve never had such an international turnout before! Maybe I need to start considering singing in other languages! Everyone’s always so supportive.” You smiled at her, happy that she was enjoying herself.

“You deserve it Mom. I’m glad that your music is appealing to an international audience. You always work so hard. It’s nice to see that people appreciate all that you’ve done.”

“Thanks sweetie. Here, I’ll let your dad talk to you for a bit.” There was a bit of shuffling on her end as she handed the phone over to your father.

“Hey sweetheart,” your father’s voice boomed through the phone. You held your phone away from your ear, wincing a bit. Quickly dialing the volume down, you responded.

“Hey Papa. Mom said the tour was going well.”

“Yeah, it is. How’s the holidays going for you?” You heard the slight sadness in his voice. You knew that he wanted Mom to take a break in the middle of the tour and spend Christmas with you, but Mom was adamant about it. It was a holiday tour, after all, and tickets had already been booked. Some people were going to see her concerts as a way of celebrating, and she wouldn’t let them down.

“I’m doing good. It’s pretty peaceful here. No big missions or anything,” you say, in an attempt to comfort him.

“Ok, that’s good to hear sweetheart. We miss you.”

“I miss you too, Papa. Don’t worry though, I’ll be here when you guys get back. Have fun in Paris!” You replied, suddenly feeling sad. “Bye Papa! Bye Mom! I’ll see you guys soon!” You blew a kiss to the camera and hung up. Sighing a little, you trotted towards Emiko, the revered chef.

“Can I have a pad thai please?” You asked, putting your phone back in your pocket.

“One pad thai, coming right up!” Emiko beamed. “So, I hear there’s a party tonight. Should I make anything special?”

You thought about it for a bit, then shook your head. “No, you don’t have to. It’s mostly just for the presents. We already have the booze covered. I think Momo is ordering some special hors d’œuvres already and Sato is taking care of the cookies. Are you coming?”

Emiko shook her head. “I’m spending the night with my family and my boyfriend. I think I might make you guys some tiramisu though. I have all the ingredients and I don’t want them to spoil since I’ll be gone for a few days. Desserts are my specialty anyways,” she added. Then, with a knowing smirk, she prodded your arm. “Do you have anyone on your mind? You know, Mina and Ochaco hung some mistletoe up before they left…”

You blushed. Of course they did. Your friends knew all about your one-sided crush. You also knew that he would still be working here. He was always working. You were pretty sure that he had the mind of a robot, focused only on his work and his legacy. With those hand motions he made, you weren’t surprised if he actually was one. You shook your head to get rid of these thoughts. Emiko didn’t know. At least, you didn’t think she knew. You really regretted telling Mina about your little crush. With her tendency to run her mouth, you wouldn’t be surprised if the entire agency knew already. With the exception of your actual crush, of course. He was simply too socially dense to see the signs and too uninterested to pry.

Taking your pad thai, you scurried away from a smug Emiko and plopped yourself down at a table. You dug into your noodles and sighed in contentment. Maybe working during the holidays wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t like you had friends who weren’t as busy as you were anyways.

You finished the last of your noodles, then got up and took your tray to the recycling area. Heading up to your office, you paused by Ingenium’s office. His door was cracked open, and you peeked inside. You had to muffle your giggles at the sight.

He was wrapping presents with such a focused look on his face that you found absolutely adorable. His brows were furrowed, the tip of his tongue poking out of his mouth. He had a spool of ribbons laying on the floor next to him, as well as elegant white-and-gold wrapping paper and a roll of tape. What really amused you was the pile of paper, ribbons, and tape that was bunched together and tossed aside, obviously a result of trial and error. Iida looked frustrated. He had already put his presents in boxes so that they were almost uniform in size and easier to wrap, but he was clearly struggling. You estimated that he had forty boxes littering the floor, but he only had five wrapped. You watched as he ripped off the wrapping on the newest box he had started on, muttering about how hard it was to get straight edges with the wrapping paper. Knocking lightly on his door, you stuck your head around the doorway.

“Need some help?” You asked.

Iida looked up from unspooling more wrapping paper. His face brightened at your offer.

“Yes please, (Y/L/N)-san! I would greatly appreciate your aid. I seem to be having trouble folding the paper and trying to tape it together without it sliding from its position. If you could hold the paper in place while I tape, that would be wonderful!” He looked so excited, almost like a puppy.

You smiled at his eagerness. “Of course, I’d be happy to help.”

You sat down across from him and held the wrapping paper in place while he tore off a piece of tape. The two of you worked in tandem for around an hour, until you finished wrapping all the presents. You sat back, face flushed, and surveyed your work. All forty presents, wrapped with elegant paper and tied up prettily with a gold organza ribbon, were laid out neatly on the floor. It was a satisfying sight. Rolling out your back and cracking your knuckles, you got up from the floor.

“Those were a lot of presents, Iida-san,” you yawned, stretching your arms back like a cat. “Do you want to go down and get some hot cocoa? Emiko already left, but I can make us some.”

Iida got up too. His glasses were slightly askew on his face, and he had a dazed look about him. “That would be greatly appreciated, (Y/L/N)-san. Thank you very much for helping me wrap my presents. It was irresponsible of me to leave them until the last minute.”

“Of course, Iida-san,” you replied. “We were all so busy before the holidays I’m surprised you wanted to wrap everything as fancy as you did. I know that I just stuck my presents in bags, covered them with tissue paper, and called it a day! You didn’t even buy those sticky bows, you tied them with real ribbons. That’s dedication!”

Iida blushed furiously at your compliments. It’s the perfect time to confess to her, he thought. We’re alone, and there’s no one here to see if she rejects me. He took in a deep breath, trying to muster the courage to say something to you, but before he could, you grabbed his hand and dragged him down the hallway for some much-desired peppermint hot cocoa.

Humming lightly to yourself as you lead Iida down the halls, you entered the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor. Releasing his hand, you clasped your hands behind your back, hoping he wouldn’t notice how they were shaking slightly. Wow, you thought. I really did that. I really just snatched his hand like that. Ugh, he probably hated it every second of the way, he’s just too polite to say anything. God, my palms are so sweaty. Why did I do this to myself?

Unbeknownst to you, Iida was having a mental freak-out of his own. Ahh! She grabbed my hand! And she didn’t seem to hate it! Does this mean she really doesn’t mind my company? Maybe I actually do have a chance with her! No, stop, he told himself. She was probably just tired of how I was staring at her and decided to do something about it. Ugh, I was staring at her, wasn’t I? God, I’m such a creep. Iida wiped his palms on his slacks, then reached up and adjusted his glasses, trying to hide the obvious blush on his face.

“Ding!”

The elevator stopped at the ground floor, and the two of you stepped out into the lobby. The decorations had been up for two weeks already, but it still took your breath away every time you saw it. There were garlands of lights strung high all over the ceiling, and dainty little ornaments hung from the chandeliers. There was a huge Christmas tree next to the fireplace, the floor around it coated in snowy fuzz. You had to resist the temptation to jump in on multiple occasions. You couldn’t help yourself! It just looked so fuzzy and comfortable, like clouds of cotton candy…

The Christmas tree was decorated tastefully. There was a surprising lack of hero-themed ornaments, mostly due to Momo’s elegant decorating. You had all been in agreement when you refused to let Kaminari or Mineta even touch the tree.

Making your way to the kitchen, you relaxed a little when you breathed in the apple-scented candles. It was a surprising choice for a holiday scent. Usually, pine or cinnamon were much more popular scents. You had gotten the privilege to choose the candles though, and although you almost fainted sniffing at every single scent in the candle store, you decided on apple. It was nice and refreshing, with just a subtle touch towards the holiday season. You liked the change of pace from the usual holiday scents, and it seemed it was growing on everyone else too. You stopped at the cabinets that contained the hot cocoa bombs. Emiko had seen these as an online trend with the food community, and she had made dozens of them “as an experiment”. Everyone fell in love with them (because heroes are allowed to be childish!) and they stuck. Now, the agency had an entire cabinet in the kitchen dedicated to the delightful goodies.

“Oat or regular?” You asked Iida.

Iida had, unfortunately, spaced out again. He was thinking about how cute you looked, standing on your tiptoes to reach the cabinet.

“Hello? Earth to Iida-san,” you turned around and waved a hand in front of his face. “You okay there?”

Iida blinked and had to recompose himself again. He kept getting distracted. This was not good. Not good at all.

“Regular is fine,” he replied, his face flushing once again. He really needed to stop daydreaming.

You poured out some milk into a jug and heated it. Then, you placed a hot cocoa bomb in each mug, licking some sprinkles off your fingers as you did so. Once the milk was ready, you filled each mug to the brim, careful not to spill any. It smelled absolutely delectable. Taking a spoon from the cabinets, you stirred both cups slowly, letting the chocolate melt at an even pace.

Iida was watching all of this, and he was still having an internal debate over when to confess. Would it be better to wait until you both finished the hot cocoa? Should he even confess to you on Christmas? What if his confession ruined your holidays? He began to sweat a little, his anxiety rising with each thought. Before he could come up with an excuse to escape, you stuffed a mug into his large hands.

“All done!” You exclaimed, taking a sip of your own cocoa, careful not to burn yourself.

Iida was not so lucky. Distracted by his thoughts, he raised the mug to his lips and gulped.

“Shit!” Iida swore. You blinked at him, a little shocked since he never swore, then immediately put your mug down and raced to the refrigerator to collect some ice cubes. Iida promptly put his offensive mug of cocoa on the counter, glaring at it like it just murdered his dog. Dumping some ice cubes in a glass, you hurried back towards Iida and popped one in his mouth.

“You really should be more careful next time, Iida-san,” you chided. “I just made it! You shouldn’t take such large swigs of a piping hot drink!”

“Sorry, I got distracted.” Iida replied absentmindedly.

“Distracted? By what?” Your curiosity was now piqued.

Iida’s face turned ever redder than before. He averted his eyes and mumbled out some quiet words that you couldn’t quite catch.

“Sorry, what was that?” You gazed up at him. “I couldn’t hear what you said.”

Iida’s hands were stuck to his thighs to prevent himself from freaking you out with aggressive hand gestures, and he didn’t think he’d ever been more nervous in his entire life. He cleared his throat. “I said that I got distracted by you.”

Now it was your turn to blush. “Really?” Your voice was quiet, almost a whisper. You weren’t sure if you heard that right, and your heart was beating so fast you were afraid that he’d hear it.

Iida finally looked at you. “Really,” he confirmed.

You wrung your hands and stepped towards him. Raising your eyes to meet his, your voice a half-whisper, you gulped before your next words.

“I like you.”

Blinking twice, Iida unclasped his hands and pinched his forearm. He winced in pain, then blinked again. You laughed at his antics, then clapped a hand playfully on his bicep.

“I’m real, Iida-san. I’m right here!”

Slowly, a grin crept up Iida’s face. “Really?” He mumbled, obviously still not entirely convinced he wasn’t dreaming.

You chuckled at how you had just asked the same thing moments earlier, but then you grabbed his large hand with your smaller one and squeezed.

“Really.” You smiled bashfully.

The two of you stood in silence for a while, then Iida spoke up.

“I like you too, (Y/L/N)-san.” Feeling bold now that he knew his feelings were reciprocated, he drew his other arm across your shoulders and drew you into a tight hug. You sighed, feeling comfortable and safe in his arms. A part of you wanted to stay like this forever and never wanted him to let go.

“Would you like to go on a date with me on Saturday afternoon at 3?” Iida’s voice rumbled in your ear.

You were bursting with excitement. A date! A real, formal, date! “I’d love to, but why so specific?” You giggled.

“Ahh, well, my patrol ends at 2:30, so I thought-”

Of course Iida volunteered for patrols the weekend after Christmas. Did this man ever take a break?

“No problem at all, Iida-san. That sounds lovely.”

Iida released you from the hug and rubbed lightly at the back of his neck. “You can… you can call me Tenya, if you’d like.”

You were smiling so big that you feared your face would split. “I’d love that, Tenya.” His eyes crinkled when you called him by his first name. “And you can call me (Y/N).”

Iida nodded his head. “(Y/N). I like that,” he said to himself. He muttered your name a few times, getting used to the way it rolled off his tongue. You blushed and hugged him again, pressing your nose into his chest. He was just too adorable.

You wanted to stay like that, but your phone dinging incessantly in your pocket made it uncomfortable.

Mina

(Y/N)!!! my parents ordered this WHOLE-ASS TURKEY for dinner with JUST THE 3 OF US!!! how we gon finish it all?!?

Mina

*burps* we did it. we finished all of it. the whole turkey. (Y/N). we. finished. a. whole. fucking. turkey. pls send help i can’t walk (Y/NNNNNNNN)!!!

(Y/N)

want me to call u an uber … mina mina MINA MINA DID U PASS OUT im calling an uber mina istg

Quickly sending an Uber to the restaurant Mina was at, you put your phone back in your pocket and looked up at Tenya.

“Hey. Do you wanna get your presents and put them under the tree?” You asked.

Tenya quickly straightened up. “Thank you for reminding me, (Y/N). I had almost forgotten about them!”

“No problem!” You chirped. “Let’s go!” You took his hand in yours again and lead the way to the elevator. As the elevator chimed, the two of you waltzed in, hands still clasped together.

Humming a little tune to yourself, you stepped out of the elevator. You and Tenya entered his office, and each returned with an armful of presents, carefully stacked as to avoid damaging the delicate ribbons the two of you had spent so much time tying.

It was a tradition in the agency to get everyone something small. However, you participated in gift exchanges every year. This year, it was a Secret Santa-type exchange, but the UA Hero Agency did Secret Santa’s a bit differently. Instead of giving your partner the gift on Christmas Eve, the gifts were labeled with typed name tags in generic Times New Roman font. Then, there was the guessing portion. Everyone got 3 guesses at the party when they first open it, and after that, they get one guess per week. Whoever held out the longest (avoided being guessed) would win a batch of Sato’s homemade cookies, a week of free food from Emiko, and two patrol coupons (basically the adult version of homework passes). This year, you had drawn Bakugo as your partner. You’d decided to get him a ¥4,000 gift card to his favorite ramen restaurant, as well as a high-quality leather jacket. The gifts were pretty generic, and you thought that you had a chance at the prize. You chuckled to yourself when you remembered that last year, Momo had been so frustrated when she hadn’t figured out who had given her a pretty earring and necklace set after two months that she’d used Creation to make fingerprint dust and swiped it all over the box. It had turned out to be Todoroki. Needless to say, he’d won the prize that year.

The two of you made a few more trips, carrying gifts from his office to the tree. Checking the time, you saw that it had been an hour since Ochaco’s patrol ended. Right as you were about to call her, the front door to the lobby burst open.

“(Y/N)!!!” Your friend screeched, holding up a kitten with fur the color of cinnamon. “Look what I found on my patrol! I had to take her to the vet really quickly to make sure she wasn’t hurt, and she didn’t seem to have an owner. Just look at her!”

You beamed. The kitten was absolutely ADORABLE. And not only was Ochaco safe, she brought a kitten back with her!

“Can I hold her?” You asked.

“Duh!” Ochaco passed the kitten from her arms to yours. Behind her, you saw Bakugou walking sullenly, arms drawn tight across his chest. You stifled a giggle at the sight. He obviously wanted a turn with the kitten too, but his pride wouldn’t let him as for it.

“We were coming back from patrols and I saw this little one stuck in a tree! And when I floated up to take her down, she just looked so sad. There wasn’t a collar on her or anything, so we took her to the vet. It seems like she was abandoned,” Ochaco pouted. “And so we asked the vet to vaccinate her and everything, and we brought her back here! Can we keep her? Mr. Grumpy over there already said yes.”

Tenya looked like he was about to object, seeing as this building had a no-pets policy, but then he saw how your face lit up and the idea and changed his mind. Maybe having a pet on the premises wouldn’t be too bad, he conceded. It’s not like there were other people sharing the building with them anyways.

“Of course we can keep her!” You squealed. Bakugou huffed a sigh. He’d have to deal with all these idiots fawning over the kitten for weeks, and he wasn’t happy about that, but there was no denying that the thing was cute. He’d mellowed out since his high school days and seeing a therapist for anger management classes certainly helped.

The kitten felt warm and fuzzy in your arms, and when you stroked it down its back with the palm of your hand, it let out a satisfied purr.

“What should we name her?” Ochaco asked.

You thought about it for a moment. “Well, since you found her, and her fur is brownish, why not Coco?”

“Coco! I love it!” She beamed. Coco purred again. “It looks like she likes it too!”

You smiled and looked down on the kitty. “Coco,” You murmured. “Welcome to the family.”

Just then, Mina burst through the doors, brimming with energy and not looking at all as if she’d fainted from turkey overconsumption.

“Mina!” You ran towards her. “I thought you fainted or something!” You accused, poking her in the chest. “You didn’t even leave me on read!! You just LEFT!”

“Chill, chill, girly, I’m alive and kicking! Just had to take a quick nap because of my digestive woes,” She flashed you a big thumbs-up. “And what’s this I see? Do we have an agency pet now? Did Shinso sneak it in his pocket from the cat cafe?”

“Shinso what?”

“Cat cafe?”

“I KNEW there was something fishy about his jacket the other day!”

You, Tenya, and Ochaco said at the same time.

Mina stared at all of you, then shook her head. “Never mind.”

Turning around, you looked at Ochaco. “I wanna hear about this later, you hear?”

“Alright, alright!” Mina shouted. “Change into your holiday gear! Let’s get this rolling!”

You had made a sweater especially for tonight. Knitting was a great way to relax, and huddling up in a cozy armchair with the soft yarn, some hot cocoa, and your favorite book, you had finished your holiday-themed sweater in two weeks. Now, you would finally get the chance to wear it. The sweater you made was white, a soft gold-and-silver threading woven through in the pattern of snowflakes. It was a basic winter pattern, but you were proud of your work.

Setting Coco down on the couch, you headed into the locker rooms to change into your sweater and some flannel pajama bottoms. Walking out, you noticed Tenya was still in his business attire, which looked pretty uncomfortable by your standards, although it did fit him nicely.

“Tenya,” you called out. “Are you wearing that to the party?”

He turned around at your voice, looking slightly taken aback. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. Why?”

“Nothing, just wondering,” you replied. Good thing that your present to him was a nice, cozy, hand-knit sweater. You may or may not have thought about making him a matching one, but then you’d decided that it was too forward.

“You look…” Tenya stared at you. “You look…cute,” he said, with a small blush on his face.

Blushing at his compliment, you smiled and ducked your head. “Thanks.”

“Your sweater…it looks nice,” he added.

Playing with the hems of your sleeves, you smiled up at him bashfully. “Thanks. I made it myself. I really like knitting. It’s kind of therapeutic.”

“Oh, wow. You are truly very talented, (Y/N)!” Tenya praised.

“Thanks.” You rubbed the back of your neck. It seemed like you had lost the ability to say anything else. Why did you suck so much at making small talk?

Just then, Mina stepped out from the locker room and saved you from any further embarrassment.

“Hey, has Yaomomo come down yet?” Mina asked.

“No, she hasn’t. Do you want me to go get her?” You answered.

“Nah, it’s alright, I’ll just text her real quick.” Mina pulled out her phone, fingers dancing rapidly across the screen, then put it back in her pocket. Minutes later, Momo stepped out of the elevator, already dressed in a red sweater and white jeans. She always looked so put-together. You were sure that she had a second quirk.

“Yaomomo!” Mina screeched, running up to her friend. “You’ll never guess what I ate for dinner!”

You groaned as Mina recounted her dining disaster. You loved Mina, but her tendency to tell her experiences to everyone multiple times could sometimes get a little annoying. Trying your best to tune her out, you tapped Tenya’s shoulder and moved to settle on the couch with Coco.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Mina shouted. “Come here!”

Begrudgingly, you stood up again, having just sat down moments earlier. “What is it, Mina?”

“We forgot to introduce Coco! Yaomomo hasn’t seen her yet!”

Oh right. You did forget. You lifted Coco with both hands, then scurried over to where Ochaco, Mina, and Momo huddled. Momo let out a quiet “aww” when she saw the kitty and lifted her manicured hands in a silent invitation to hold her.

You gently placed Coco in her outstretched arms and was about to turn and leave when Mina grabbed your elbow. “Not so fast, (Y/N),” she scolded you sternly. “Picture time!”

Mina took out her phone and swiped open the camera app. You girls all huddled together as she snapped a picture for the fans.

Settling back down with Coco on the couch, surrounded by your friends, you didn’t think that you had ever felt happier. One by one, more of your friends and coworkers began to trickle in, until finally, when a disgruntled Jirou arrived with a protesting Kaminari in tow, Mina stood up.

“Alright! Everyone’s here now, so let’s get this party rolling!”

She bounced off to the kitchen to grab plates for everyone. You could smell Sato’s freshly-baked cookies from here, and your stomach growled in response. Remembering the tiramisu that Emiko had made, you followed Mina into the kitchen.

Mina held a stack of plates that covered half her face. It was wobbling slightly, the entire thing almost toppling over multiple times. You had gotten out the fancier cake platter and was currently in hyper-focus mode, carefully moving the tiramisu from its cake mold onto the crystal platter. You breathed out a sigh of relief as the process was finally completed and the cake hadn’t been ruined.

Holding the crystal tray with both hands, you stepped out into the lobby, marched over to the coffee table in the center, and slowly set the tray down.

“Hey guys, Emiko made us some tiramisu,” You called out. “Come here if you want some.” You held a cake knife in your hand and began serving everyone.

Tenya watched all of this with barely-hidden admiration. You were just so competent. So hard-working, so kind, and so wonderfully skilled at everything you do. Even the things that you weren’t good at, you tried your hardest to learn and to improve. He was definitely in deep, and to be honest, he didn’t mind a single bit. You were worthy of being admired, and he vowed that he would let you know in all the ways he could.

As you served the last slice of tiramisu to Ojiro, you carried the cake platter back to the kitchen and sat down next to Shinsou, who was, not surprisingly, hogging all of Coco’s attention. Seeing you, Coco scrambled over Shinsou’s lap and faceplanted into yours. You laughed at her enthusiasm and snorted when you heard Shinsou mutter “traitor” underneath his breath.

“So Shinsou,” you started casually. “What’s this I hear about you stealing cats from the cat café?”

Shinsou’s face immediately turned a tomato red. He put his hands up defensively. “No, wait, you have it all wrong- I swear- who told you about it anyways? Never mind,” he stopped his waving motions. You snickered. You were definitely getting the full story out of him later. For now, you had things to do.

Strolling over casually to Tenya with Coco still in your arms, you very sneakily dropped her, front paws landing gracefully, onto Bakugou’s head.

“Hey! What’s this damn cat doing here!” Bakugou yelped. Coco also yelped, and it came to you that dropping her on Bakugou’s spikey hair was probably not the best idea ever. However, as Coco quickly scampered down and curled up on Bakugou’s shoulder, and Kirishima was sitting next to him to make sure he didn’t kill the cat, you felt a sense of triumph. Bakugo was smiling. Not smirking, not grinning maniacally as he beat someone up, but genuinely smiling. You gave yourself an internal high five as you moved onto your next goal.

You walked hesitantly towards Tenya, and when he turned his head towards you, about to ask what you were doing, you quickly linked your hand with his and started leading him towards the rest of the group.

“(Y-Y/N) ?” Tenya sputtered. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” You replied cheekily. “I want to hold hands with you!”

“B-but, do they know?” Tenya gestured nervously with his free hand.

“Nope, but they’re about to,” you grimaced, thinking about all the teasing you’d have to endure from your friends later. Better to just get this over with during the party, when everyone had the attention span of a goldfish and any embarrassing moments would hopefully be forgotten moments later when more exciting things came along, such as Mineta’s annual lingerie gift. Whatever the powers that be were doing, they were definitely not doing the world any favors when they let Mineta draw a girl for the Secret Santa every single year. But, for all the bad things you could say about Mineta, he definitely consumes enough material to have at least semi-decent taste in lingerie. Surprising, and sometimes gross, but not entirely unwelcomed if you could manage to forget who gifted it. The most disturbing thing was he knew all the girls’ sizes. You tried your hardest to not think about that. It’s not like you could erase his memory anyways.

You settled down with Tenya on a vacant couch, inwardly counting the minutes until someone noticed your position. Tenya looked vaguely uncomfortable, his posture ramrod straight, and you squeezed his hand in reassurance.

“No one’s going to judge or anything, if that’s what you’re worried about,” you whispered into his ear. “And besides, at least half the girls already knew I had a crush on you, so this won’t entirely come as news to them.”

Tenya relaxed slightly at that, then stiffened again when he noticed a pair of eyes glancing his way.

Midoriya had been excited at seeing Ochaco for the first part of the evening, but then had wondered where his other friend had gone. He knew Tsu was in southern Japan, as she couldn’t stand the cold and was operating in the warm coastal areas instead, but Iida being absent was strange. He had searched around the lobby, and when his eyes descended upon you and Iida cuddling on the couch, he was intrigued, to say the least.

He stared at the two of you for a solid minute, not wanting to disturb your peace. Slowly, he turned back to Ochaco, thinking that it wasn’t his place to draw attention to the two of you.

Ochaco, however, had no such qualms. Noticing how Deku began to space out during their conversation, she followed his line of vision to the two of you, blinked twice to check if she was seeing it right, then immediately let out a squeal.

Heads turned at the sound, and in moments, everyone was staring at you and Tenya curiously. You hadn’t noticed the attention yet, but Tenya had, and he grew stiffer and stiffer until you finally looked up at his face with furrowed brows.

“Tenya, what’s wrong?” You whispered. “Do you not enjoy cuddling? I can stop if you’d like,” your lips were pressed together in concern.

“I-it’s not that,” Tenya whispered back. “Look.”

You finally raised your head from his chest and saw thirty pairs of eyes staring back. After a few moments of silence, the room erupted.

“Iida-kun! Why didn’t you tell us?” Midoriya was the first to raise a question.

“(Y/NNNNNN)!!!!!!!!!!!” Mina practically screamed as she ran towards you. She clasped her hands dramatically over her heart. “YOU DID IT YOU DID IT YOU DID IT OMG YOU GUYS ARE SO ADORABLE EEEEE!!!!!!”

Half the room winced at her loud tone, and you quickly moved Coco from your lap to save her from the incoming bear hug.

Mina launched herself in your arms, then stepped back and shook your shoulders until you felt your brain rattling around in your skull like soupy mush.

“(Y/N)! What did I say, huh? Bitch I TOLD you that he liked you too, and you wait three goddamn months to finally make a move!?! Honey-”

Your face flushed red. Gently, you pushed her away. “Mina, stop,” you whispered, horrified that she was making a scene. It was too late. Ochaco and Hagakure rushed towards you, Momo trailing more slowly behind them. The boys were stunned for a bit, since you had always seemed so quiet and shy, much less Iida’s feelings towards you. As their initial shock wore off, Midoriya trailed after Momo to approach Iida.

“Congratulations, Iida-kun!” He held up his arms in front of his chest. “You and (Y/N) are really cute together!”

“Yeah bro! That’s so manly that you finally confessed!” Kirishima added, with a quirk of his lips and a thumbs-up.

“Tch. Fucking coward. Took you idiots three fucking months to confess, huh.” Bakugou smirked, but you could tell he wasn’t really annoyed. You actually somewhat got along with him, due to all the times Mina would drag you to hang out with her friends.

You struggled vainly against the arms of your friends encasing you. “Guys,” you pleaded. “Let me out, please.”

Reluctantly, the girls let go, and you immediately tried to redirect their attention. “Shouldn’t we start opening presents?” You asked hopefully.

“Oh, you sneaky little thing,” Mina wagged her finger in your face. “Don’t think we’ll forget about this, (Y/N), but you’re right, we should start opening presents or we’ll be here all night.”

“We’ll be here all night anyways,” Todoroki pointed out.

“You knew what I meant,” Mina sighed.

Mina enlisted the help of Ojiro and Shoji to pass out the Secret Santa presents; you’d all open the rest of your personal presents later.

The best way to go about this, after years of trial and error, was for everyone to open their presents at the same time. It would simply take too long for everyone to open theirs one by one, and you’d all realized that the people who opened theirs first had a significant disadvantage when it came to guessing who their partner was, as the ones who opened theirs later had the benefit of some options already being eliminated. When you opened your present, you tried your hardest to hold back a squeal. It was a limited-edition album from your favorite artist! You hugged it close to your chest, and immediately knew who gave it to you. Jirou. Her parents were musicians too, and you had bonded over your love of this artist. It was a thoughtful gift, and you were glad that she had given it to you, even though it immediately gave her away.

The rest of your friends opened their presents. Poor Momo. No wonder Mineta had looked so gleeful earlier. He had been her Secret Santa and had gotten her a lacy black lingerie set. Her face was so red you were beginning to get scared that she would hyperventilate, but you had to admit that it was a pretty nice set. Mineta was basically drooling at this point, and Jirou was trying to comfort her while sending a death glare towards Mineta. Mineta, meanwhile, had received a new video game. Sero had received a large pack of farmer’s market coupons, as well as some homemade mochi from Ochaco, who had blushed and apologized profusely for not being able to afford something better for him. Sero just grinned and gave her a thumbs-up, saying that it was completely okay and that he appreciated her effort into gift-giving. She had brightened up a bit at that.

Koda had received a new hamster wheel along with some toys for his various pets. Shoji had been gifted a comfortable-looking poncho, as well as three pairs of matching gloves. Ochaco had received a generous sum of money, Midoriya had gotten a new set of comic books, and Iida had received a beanie and a multiflavored pack of tea. Aoyama had received a makeup set, and had gifted a makeup set as well, evidenced by his inability to contain himself and pounced on Hagakure, asking if she liked it. Hagakure was ecstatic, babbling about how she could finally show her face and how she’d never really been able to afford a full set before and how Aoyama was so considerate.

Sato had received a new baking pan, as well as cute mittens and a trending recipe book. He had given Setsuna a batch of cookies, as well as a gallon of frozen cookie dough with instructions on how to make it. There wasn’t really a point in him trying to win the contest, since he would be one of the people providing the prize. Mina had gotten fuzzy socks and a blanket, Kirishima had received a new pair of tennis shoes, and Jirou had been gifted a new pair of headphones. Ojiro had received some sort of custom tail armor with spikes along with an Amazon gift card, and Todoroki had gotten a hand-made red-and-white sweater with a red reindeer nose smack in the middle, along with a gift card to a hair salon, tucked into a bouquet of red-and-white candy canes. The only person you could think of that would go so far into the color scheme was Hagakure, who seemed like just the type to make an ugly sweater for fun. Shinsou had received earmuffs, a silk eye mask with a note (“to help you sleep”), and some gourmet coffee beans (“in case you still can’t”). Mina had seen the little notes that came with his gifts and started teasing him relentlessly about how sweet his Secret Santa was and how it was so cute that he had a secret admirer. Shinsou looked very nonchalant about it all and grumbled about how he just wanted to pet Coco and then go to bed.

Finally, Kaminari received some Pokémon cards to add to his collection (yes, he collected Pokémon cards, what was wrong with that?) along with another Pikachu plush, as per usual. It was an unspoken tradition that whoever drew Kaminari for their Secret Santa would get him a Pikachu plush along with whatever else they decided to give him. He had about twenty, collected over various years from birthdays and holidays. If this kept up, he’d be able to fill an entire closet with them once he retired.

As the chatter slowly died down, you snuggled into Tenya again. At some point during the present exchange, Shinsou had stolen Coco from the couch you occupied. Stifling a yawn, you pulled out a bag and handed it to Tenya.

“What’s this?” He asked, a slight smile on his face.

“It’s your gift, silly,” you booped him on the nose with your index finger.

“Ah, I see,” he replied, still smiling. “Do you want me to open it?”

“Duh,” you giggled into his chest. “What else would you do with it?”

Chuckling lightly, Tenya removed the tissue paper from the top of the bag. He stuck his hand inside, then pulled out a sweater. The sweater that you’d knitted for him. It was navy, the color of the yarn matching his hair, with gold and white snowflake detailing. His heart skipped a beat when he realized that you had made this especially for him, with your own hands. Putting the sweater down beside him, he wrapped his arms around you and pressed his face to your hair.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” he whispered. “I love it.”

You flushed, but you hugged him back. “You’d better,” you teased. “I spent two weeks on that.”

“Well, I appreciate it.” Tenya ruffled your hair.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, just soaking in the pleasant atmosphere. Yawning, you stretched out your arms, careful not to hit Tenya in the face. You gently pushed his arm off of your torso and got up to go to the bathroom.

When you came back, Tenya was nowhere to be seen. You searched around the common area and stepped briefly into the kitchen, but he wasn’t there. Sighing, you grabbed your parka and padded outside.

“Tenya?” You called out as you stuck your head around the doorframe. He was with Kirishima and Todoroki, clearing the entryway of the building of snow. You leaned back along the handrails of the stairs and watched. Your friends were all just so nice. So caring, so wonderful, so kind. As Todoroki evaporated the last bit of snow, you stepped aside to let them all head back in. As Tenya reached you, he paused briefly, looking up.

“What?” You tilted your head up also, curious to see what he was staring at. Oh. So this was where Mina and Ochaco had decided to hang the mistletoe. If Tenya hadn’t looked up, you would’ve missed its existence entirely. You looked back down at Tenya to gauge his reaction.

He gulped, and softly taking your chin into his hand, he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss on your lips. You leaned up to meet him, rising slightly on your toes and wrapping your arms around his neck. The kiss was long and sweet, and you were both a bit breathless when you let go.

You smiled sweetly up at him and took his strong hand in yours. Standing on your tiptoes again, you pressed another soft kiss to his cheek.

“Merry Christmas.”

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writingbakery · 5 years

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“burnt sugar”

my first fic for the valentines day server collab with my babies ✨ enjoy ! [want another date? click here for the full masterlist 💓 ]

[pairing; hanta sero x gn! reader]

[warnings; fluff, kitchen fires, one (1) useless taperoll, soft moments]

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three am is meant for sleeping.

nothing but soft dreams, warm blankets, curled up in your boyfriends arms as you rest from a long day - sleep and comfort should be the only things in your head, especially when you’ve got the next day off.

three am is not meant for the burning singe of smoke & your alarm blaring. it yanks you from your sleep anyway.

stumbling out of your empty bed and into the smoky hallway, your mind raced with a half million thoughts, all with a common theme; where the fuck was hanta? your boyfriend wasn’t in bed with you, and the shrill shriek of your fire alarm had you on edge - was a villain in your house? had they gotten to him already? what the fuck was going on?!

the wraiths of smoke lead you to the kitchen and the culprit : sero hanta, in boxers and your “kiss the chef” apron looking guilty as all hell. there’s a tray of blackened little dots in the sink, the source of all the fuss, and you immediately smack your hands over your face. typical.

“hanta, what the - unscrew the alarm, for fucks sake, the whole blocks awake now. what the absolute fuck is going on?” your voice is clearly agitated, glaring at your gangly idiot of a boyfriend as he finally yanks the batteries out of the incessant alarm. once it’s quiet, you try again, attempting to calm yourself.

“it’s three in the goddamn morning, so you better have a perfect explanation for this sero hanta or so help me god-“

“im sorry.” the guilt in his voice is enough to get you to stop, a sigh escaping you as you watch him fidget. “i missed our last two dates cause of work, and we’re supposed to spend tomorrow - well, today - celebrating valentines day, and i wanted to make sure you had everything you could ever want, and i wanted to make it special and give you homemade chocolates, but i can’t cook for shit & bakugou wouldnt answer my calls, and-“ you cut him off with a kiss, stepping forward enough to place your hands on his chest.

your poor sweet overworked boyfriend had simply wanted to surprise you, you couldn’t fault him for that. it’s thoughtful, and disastrously hanta, and all you can do is laugh softly.

“you’re such an idiot, you know that? you could’ve stuck a tape bow on top of your head and i would’ve been satisfied - we’ve got the whole weekend off, just you and me. you think that’s not enough for me? i knew what i was signing up for when we got together, hanta. you’re a hero, and i love you for it. any time is quality, better than any present cause i’ve got you.” you end your little speech with another gentle kiss, hanta’s smile growing wider to match your own.

“i guess nows a good time to tell you i also tried to make a cake..... and brownies.”

“oh hanta.”

“and cupcakes.”

“hanta sero!”

the smell of burnt sugar would stick to your kitchen walls for weeks, but hey. you’ve got all the time in the world to forget about it, not that you would - burnt sugar might just become one of your favorite smells, a reminder of valentines day promises and a whole lotta love.

#bnha sero #sero hanta x reader #sero x y/n #sero x you #sero x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #boku no hero fluff #evywrites #valentines day fic

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pink-imagines · 5 years

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angel on earth

part 10: ENDING

request: Bakugou holds auditions for a new lead singer for the BakuBand and the reader auditions and he’s mesmerised by her voice? Idk, I’m awful at requesting, sorry. ❤️ Love everything you do, don’t stress, and have a good day!

a/n: this is the last part! thank you so much for the support on this series! This is just a fluffy memory recap!

warnings: fluff

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“Hey.”, you turned to him, “I just want you to know, this is only going to work if we want each other and not need each other.”

“Lucky for you, I really want you.”, he grabbed your hips and pulled you in closer.

“Then let’s make it official.”, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he bent down to kiss you.

That was a few years ago, but you still thought of it to this day. All those hard years with your ex before finally meeting the love of your life. The media went crazy when they found out, some were good and some were bad. Some thought it was a PR stunt and said it would only last a few months, but four years later and here you were... laying beside him in bed.

He was fast asleep, which he deserved for his day off. Your fifth tour had just ended and now you finally got to go home. Touring was great, you got to meet the fans and you got to do your favorite thing in the world, singing. But rest was always important, and what better way to do it than to rest with Katsuki.

Your fingers softly trailed down Katsuki’s neck, where a few lovebites had made their way from last night. You gently placed a kiss on each of them but Katsuki started waking up so you stopped.

“No... don’t stop.”, he muttered with a raspy voice and securely wrapped his arms around your waist. You smiled and trailed down kisses from his neck down to his chest, following the purple marks and letting your fingers draw circles over his skin.

“You’re lucky we’re not going anywhere today.”, you chuckled before pressing a kiss to his lips, “Otherwise, I’d have to cover you up with concealer.”

“That’d be too bad.”, he mumbled, “I like ‘em.”

“I can tell.”, you grinned and motioned to the marks on your neck and chest, “Would you be a sweetheart and help me to the bathroom?”

“What? Are you sore or something?”, he gave you a cocky grin.

“You can bet your ass I am. Now, help me to the bathroom.”, you laughed.

“Alright, alright. Just let me get up.”, he said and turned over, getting out of bed, “Do you want a bath then, princess?”

“Only if you join me.”, you grinned and sat up.

“Don’t mind if I do.”, he chuckled and lifted you up as if you were as light as a feather. Katsuki carried you into the bathroom and sat you down on the toilet as he drew a bath. You watched his back muscles move with mezmeration in your eyes.

“You’re staring.”, he said, bringing a memory back to you.

“You’re staring.”, Katsuki said with a low raspy morning voice.

“It’s not a crime to stare.”, you giggled. He opened one eye to look at you and you smiled brightly back at him.

“Goodmorning.”, you said. Katsuki muttered out something that was supposed to be a “goodmorning”.

“I think we’re getting breakfast up here soon… I should probably call and tell them to bring for two people.”, you turned around to reach for the phone. Katsuki wrapped his arms around your waist and burried his face into your back.

“As long as you stay in bed.”, his voice was muffled as he pressed a kiss on your spine. You chuckled and grabbed the hotel phone.

“It’s not a crime.”, you grinned, “Besides, I like what I see.”

“Of course you do.”, he grinned and flexed slightly, making you chuckle. He helped you into the bath before getting in behind you. He wrapped his arms around you and snuggled his face into the crook of your neck.

“Thanks for this.”, you mumbled and leaned into his chest.

“I’m the reason you’re sore, it’s the least I can do.”, he kissed your cheek.

Once the two of you got out of the bath you changed into one of Katsuki’s t-shirts and walked to the kitchen. A part of you missed his old apartment...

Katsuki’s apartment was really nice, but not that big. You forgot that even though Crimson Crypt was pretty famous, that didn’t mean he made a lot of money. Even so, this apartment definietly wasn’t cheap and neither was the furniture. You could tell by the big, brown, leather, couch in the livingroom.

“Wow, this is so nice… I love you’re decorating!”, you smiled and looked around the room.

“Mina helped me with a lot, I just told her what I liked.”, he shrugged.

“I didn’t take you for a plant person.”, you glanced on every plant in the room around you. There had to be at least seventeen.

“Their easy to manage, so there’s no real work really.”, he chuckled and walked into his bedroom. The walls were covered with bookshelves, filled with books and a few plants. His bed was big and seemed very soft and had very clean white sheets.

The plants were still there, so was the couch and the hammock. The apartment itself was just bigger and in a different area of Tokyo. But it was still different.

Katsuki was in the kitchen making breakfast, you had offered to help but he wouldn’t let you. He was the master chef in the house, after all. Still, the least you could do was to put the cutlery on the table, which is what you were doing at this moment. The knock on the door interupted you.

“I’ll get it!”, you said to Katsuki before opening the door. Once you opened the door you saw Eijiro.

“Yo!”, he grinned.

“Hey... uh... what are you doing here?”, you chuckled.

“You invited us over for breakfast last night!”, he smiled goofily, like he usually did.

“Eiji, I was drunk!”, exclaimed.

“Oh...”, he scratched the back of his head, “Well... the other’s are already on their way so...”

“Of course...”, you groaned, “You know what? Come in, I’m just gonna put on pants.”

You could hear Eijiro scaring the shit out of Katsuki in the kitchen. You mentally slapped yourself for drinking too much last night, but at least you didn’t get a hangover. You walked back into the bedroom. It was the same bed, still.

The next morning you woke up to the sun beaming in through the window… but you didn’t have a window facing the sunrise. You looked down and saw clean white sheets… this is Katsuki’s bed. When you looked at what you were wearing you didn’t recognize it. This is Katsuki’s shirt!

And so memories of last night started flowing back, only to be stopped by a knock at the door. He didn’t wait for a response, he just walked in.

“Goodmor-”

“DID YOU SEE ME NAKED LAST NIGHT!?”, you squeaked and pulled the covers over your chest.

“WHAT!? NO!”, he shrieked, “I gave you my shirt so that you could change! Unless you wanted to sleep in a hoodie and sweatpants!” You looked around and saw the hoodie and sweatpnast neatly folded, like you usually did with your clothes.

You laughed a bit at the memory, if only you’d known how this would’ve ended up.

“Hey! Why did you invite these idiots!?”, Katsuki ran into the bedroom as you were pulling on your sweatpants.

“I was drunk!”, you explained once again, not turning to see him. Katsuki wrapped his arms around from behind and rested his head on your shoulder.

“I thought this was our day off.”, he pouted.

“Oh, don’t be a baby.”, you giggled.

“Well then...”, he kissed you right where the biggest hickey held place, “... guess you’re gonna have to get that concealer.” He smacked your ass before running away from you.

“Hey!”, you exclaimed.

Once everybody had gotten there the breakfast was ready.

“Woah, you two had a fun night last night.”, Kaminari laughed as he walked in.

“Leave them alone!”, Mina slapped his arm lightly. Mina was very protective over you, she was like a big sister. When you first started dating Katsuki you still lived with her and she’d make sure that you were okay after every date. If you didn’t call or text her, she’d probably call the police. Luckily the protectivness isn’t that strong anymore, but it’s still there... it all started the day you finally said no.

“Y/N!”, Mina smiled, “I was just about to-”

“Mina!”, you sobbed and ran into the pink haired girl’s arms. You could feel her wanting to rage but she kept it inside for you. Usually she had a tendency to have a burst of emotion but when she saw you so distressed she realized that it wasn’t the right time.

“You wanna leave?”, she asked softly and you nodded, “Let’s leave.”

It hurt in the moment but now in the long run, you were so happy you managed to do it.

“Thanks for making breakfast, baby.”, you kissed Katsuki’s cheek before sitting down at the table with everyone else.

“Can I get a kiss on the cheek too?”, Hanta grinned.

“Oi, fuck off!”, Katsuki exclaimed. The rest of the table laughed and you patted on the place beside you for Katsuki to sit down. It was nice to have them here, the feeling of love and safety embraced you like a warm blanket.

When breakfast was over Katsuki basically forced them out. All the way out Hanta and Kaminari teased him and Eijiro was waving goodbye to you. Mina wouldn’t go unless she got a goodbye hug from you and you gladly gave her one.

“Call me soon, Y/N!”, she said happily and walked out of the apartment.

“I will!”, you smiled and closed the door behind her.

“Finally I can have you to myself...”, Katsuki sighed and embraced you once again.

“But the dishes-”

“Fuck the dishes.”, he chuckled.

“Do you want to lay in the hammock all day?”, you suggested.

“Sounds like a plan to me.”, he smiled.

So there you were, laying on his chest with a book in your hands. This was a usual, you reading out loud while Katsuki played with your hair and listened. Right now you were in the middle of the book “The picture of Dorian Gray”, since you had suggested it.

“Your voice sounds very nice...”, he said, like he always did.

“You say that a lot.”, you giggled.

“... but it sounded even better when you were screaming my name last night.”, he grinned and kissed your shoulder.

“Katsuki!”, you gasped and hit his arm lightly.

“Kind of like that, yeah.”, he chuckled.

“You little-”

“I’m kidding!”, he laughed, “But you should’ve seen how red your face just got!” You burried your face in his chest, in attempt to hide your blushing cheeks from him.

“You’re mean.”, your voice was muffled from his shirt.

“I’m sorry, babe... you’re so easily flustered, it’d be a crime if I didn’t tease you from time to time.”, he kissed the top of your head, “You wanna take a nap?” You nodded in response.

“Alright...”, Katsuki took the book and put it down on the table, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”, you looked up at him with a smile, “But you’re still mean.”

“Fine, then I’ll be your mean boyfriend.”, he smiled.

“My cute mean boyfriend.”, you corrected him and he let out a chuckle. Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair as you lightly scratched massaged his head. He melted under your touch as he closed his eyes and let out a delighted sigh.

“I really love you though, angel.”, he smiled.

“And I really love you too.”, you kissed him softly. You laid your head down on his chest again and relaxed. This is what happiness felt like, this is what love felt like. This is what it felt like to feel wanted.

When Katsuki thought you were asleep he started softly humming a tune all too familiar. It felt like you were melting when he started scratching your back.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you...”, he muttered, “I just gotta find the right time to pop the question...”

You decided to not ruin his moment by waking up, but your heart couldn’t stop beating faster and faster.

“Y/N? Are you awake?”, he asked softly. You looked up at him like a dog who had done something bad.

“Sorry... I heard you.”, you mumbled as you sat up, your legs on either side of him.

“Why are you apologiezing?”, he chuckled.

“I ruined the surprise.”, you frowned.

“Sweetheart...”, he brought his hand up to your cheek, “You just made it easier for me.” He took out a red velvet box from the pocket of his pants.

“Eijiro delivered it to me this morning. It would be too obvious if paparazzi caught me in a ring shop...”, he smiled and opened the box, “What do you say? Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” This was so like him. Blunt and confident... but kind and loving. You looked at the ring, then back at him and then back at the ring. Was this even real?

“Pinch me.”, you whispered.

“You’re not dreaming, angel.”, Katsuki said after lightly pinching your arm. Nothing could be more magical about this moment. The snow was falling outside, the apartment smelled of oranges and cinnamon from the candle you had just lit and Katsuki was laying under you with a warm smile and a ring in his hand.

“Do you want to marry me?”, he asked.

“Yes!”

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shouta-aizawow · 4 years

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Bakugou loving musicals? Like que puts his headphones on and he is listening to a play list of some musical (idk like: Headters, Beatle juice, what you want) and he knows every single one of the by heart. 1A belives he doesn't like "normal" music, and that he only listen to rock, and then one they... PUM! Bakubabe singing some shit from a musical (Say my name is my idea, but you can put whatever). This plus a Bakubowl. Idk, just an idea. I like how you write, btw, i think you are awsome

AHHH THANK YOU!!

omg I love that headcanon!

Ignoring movie musicals, I’ve seen three: Hamilton, Heathers, and Legally Blonde

This is just me projecting, but I can see him loving those (among others of course). The sass of Elle Woods, the snark of the Heathers, the general snazz of the main cast of Hamilton? *chef’s kiss*

AND YES I LOVE IT when the class doesn’t know something about Bakugou and he proceeds to surprise them! It’s perfection.

For the song he’s caught singing, Say My Name is PERFECT. I think he’d like Candy Store from Heathers, too, but YES I WANT HIM TO SING SAY MY NAME.

ahhhh I could daydream all day about him singing that😌

MAN, BAKUBOWL?! THEM FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIS VOICE? THEM TRYING TO GET HIM TO SING MORE?? THEM TRYING TO FIND OUT WHAT OTHER TALENTS HE HAS??? You’re really hitting all the targets for me!!

Something I LOVE to think about is Bakugou likes to sing and play songs with Jirou and he practices dancing with Mina a lot.

They would have the perfect jam session and song writing moments, and Bakugou and Mina would create choreo and learn dances and I spend an unhealthy amount of time thinking about it.

I’m really all over the place but ahh thank you SOOO much!!!! you gave me more fuel for my daydreams lmao!!!

AND YOURE SO NICE?? THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE COMPLIMENT!! I THINK YOURE AWESOME TOO!!💖💖💖💖💖

I have more things I wanna write. IDK when I’ll get them done, but you just made my confidence and mood increase a lot! I was doing some school work when you sent this, but I checked out the notif, and I was SOO excited to respond!!

I really appreciate this ask!! Have a great day, Moli!!!

#wow! asks!#i can’t thank you enough 😭💖#your idea is PERFECT #and that compliment really made me happy #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki #bakugou #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha headcanons #headcanon #bakugou headcanons

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katsukikitten · 5 years

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I love your writing first of all *chef's kiss* they make my day when I see you've written a new chapter. I was interested in an angst to fluff scenario with Bakugo and his S/O where S/O hasn't been hanging out with him as much and more with Kirishima, but the reason why is because S/O has been planning to propose to Bakugo. The proposal day arrives, but no one can get in touch with him. Maybe Kirishima or S/O finds him. Or you can resolve however, I trust you completely! Much love!!!

Distant

Ask and ye shall receive!

Bakugou wakes slowly, eyes leaden with the weight of sleep as late morning sun dances across his flushed cheeks. His hand instinctively reaches out for you but when his wide palm finds cool sheets he shoots up. His ears perk as he listens for two of your tell signs that you are home. He does not hear the steady stream of water coming from the adjacent bathroom not does he smell your heavenly shampoo. He sniffs the air further and the missing notes of robust coffee causes a small tug in his stomach.

He pushes it away with a harsh growl as he reaches for his phone. Angry that you have not been staying with him at his apartment lately, leaving early in the morning. Not making his coffee or singing off tune in the shower.

Not even lightly snoring away after an exhausting night of hero work and fucking late into the early morning.

You were treating him like more of a one night stand than your boyfriend of three years. He bites his lip before unlocking his phone, or even passing his finger over the screen as he damns himself for being so soft, vulnerable.

And all for you.

The two of you have been through a lot even since day one. Meeting at a new years party at Kirishima's house. He had begged Bakugou to come and the ash blonde filled out his obligation as the ruby haired man's friend but little did he know he was playing match maker. Katsuki figured not seeing his closest if not only "friend" for almost a year was not good for the friendship. But the two of them had been busy with their first years of Pro hero work. Bakugou especially quickly climbing into the top five.

Katsuki wouldn't have gone if he knew Kirishima was going to convince him to get drunk.

Especially wouldn't have gone if he knew you were going to be there. The two of you getting off on the wrong foot from the beginning. An assignment gone sour due to you both being too headstrong.

His one and only failure as a pro hero, it haunted him. No one else cared that the perpetrator slipped through y'alls fingers the first time. The second time Bakugou went alone and bust the whole drug ring thinking that would rectify his record for himself.

But it hadn't not even after six months and there you laughed with Kirishima, leaning close, *blushing*. And oh did that last part piss him off. How dare you.

How dare you have a grand fucking time as if you didn't almost "ruin" his career. Frankly he had enough to drink to confront you. Kirishima silently panicking as he dragged an extremely perplexed you into a half bath. He had meant to yell at you, pushing you against the wall as an asshole power move.

He had meant to really tear you a new one, to tell you that you needed to listen to your senior and not go off on your own.

That your injury could've been avoided had you just fucking listened!

Instead he kisses you, fiercely. Honestly not knowing why he did. Something about your flushed cheeks, half mast eyes. Plump lips curved up in a cat smile as if *you* were the one up to no good in every interview or assignment news coverage you were in.

Maybe it was how hard you punched him after that fateful day when he called you a dumbass even with your broken ribs.

He honestly had no intention to bend you over that vanity in the half bath, glaring at you through the mirror as you took him so well.

You rasping out his name in a drunken hush, trying so hard not to let everyone know what the naughty deeds the two of you were up too causing him to pound into you harder.

Wanting the whole party to know what a beautiful little slut you were.

And all flushed just for him.

He told himself that he didn't really care about you. That he was sexually frustrated and didn't realize it with being so busy climbing the rankings. That you were an easy fuck, a one time thing he needed.

Yet at every party he found himself gravitated to you, pulling you into any secluded room he could to make you his.

And you happily let him.

Until one day you pouted in the same half bath the two of you started this little arrangement in. Blushing furiously and not from his wandering hands or tongue.

*"Bakugou will you go out with me?"*

He tells himself that he only said yes so he could fuck you more often.

If that were true then why was he so scared to even check his notifications to see if there was a text from you.

"Come on Katsuki you dumb dick. Man the fuck up." He tells himself as he unlocks his phone to see a text from you.

Kitten🐱: 'Good Morning my King Suki. I went out with Eji 🚒 this morning. We are most likely going to be out all day. I know you have a shift this afternoon at the office. I packed you a small lunch and hopefully I set the coffee to brew around when you get up ☕. Much love ❤💋🐱'

He glares at his phone before sending a one word message back to you, knowing it will irritate you to know end.

'Again?'

Is all it reads and he know you will be furious. He slams his phone down before opening the nightstand drawer to stare down at the little black box that has been haunting him.

The same box he has carried on the last three or four dates. Somehow talking himself out of asking you.

That you would never want to marry an ill tempered, pig headed man like himself.

So boyfriend was good enough for now, that's what he tells himself as he slams the drawer shut. He rises making his way to the small kitchen in his one bedroom apartment to your promised coffee.

He is sourly disappointed to see a cup already brewed. The coffee stale by an hour or two and he curses himself aloud.

"Did I really sleep in that fuck all late?" His dark eyes find the time and the clock does not lie. He only had about and hour and a half to get dressed for his afternoon meeting and paper work.

He only hoped you be home for dinner tonight. He had promised to cook you your favorite last night but he made a meal of you instead.

He cannot help the irritation that grows steadier as the day grows older.

His shower seems colder than normal although the steam fogging the mirror says other wise.

His room much too quiet for his liking despite the music he was blasting.

A song you had suggested to him with the sly remark of knowing he would just *love* it.

Even his commute to the agency was seems dull as he stepped on and off the train.

Walking up the seven flight of stairs to his office. The door sticking like normal causing him to blast it off its hinges.

And it didn't help that you left him on fucking read.

Where the fuck were your cute 😡😡😡🤬🤬🤬🤬 emojis you would spam him with until he replied to the whole text? Where the fuck was the 'Suuukkkiii?!?!?!?' that followed the string of messages that he could hear in your whiney tone clear as day in his head.

He purposefully loses himself in backlogged paper work that the Director demand he catch up on now.

He hated reports. What was the point? You knew the end result!! Why add complicated details and play by plays when all one really needed was the criminal was captured, this is the quirk they use, the information they gave, and the organization they associated with.

Not that it was 12:55am and the perp was interrupting the dirty texts you were sending him.

Reminding him of all the things you were going to do to him.

He was in the middle of reminding you of the sinfuly things he too was capable of when the perp landed hard on the steak out he and Deku were forced to share.

Recalling the night had him picked up his phone.

Two hours.

Two hours you had left him on read while spending your fourth day with Kirishima on some "errand".

He hates to admit but it had him thinking something horribly awful as of late.

Considering you haven't been joining him for these light lunches at the often like you used too.

The past few weeks you've been aloof, so much so that you'd even taken your cat back to your apartment.

And damn it he missed that furball asshole who was finally warming to him. Lying on him when he was on his phone or batting at the food headed for his mouth as the cat perched himself on the back of the couch.

He didnt like you and Mr. Grump being at your apartment when you belonged at *his*.

"Kaachan!" Izuku all but sings, he lets himself into his office, "Finished with the report?"

"Deku why dont you ever fucking knock?" Katsuki pinches the bridge of his nose wondering how this day could get worse. He was tired of thinking of you.

Tired of feeling like he was constantly chasing you recently.

And tired of the read status.

Even this late as his key slides into the apartment lock two hours later than normal.

Further fueling his dark thoughts as his mind wanders back to that new years party he first saw you out of hero work. Blushing and too close to Kirishima for his liking.

Still no fucking message. Still no voice memo or even phone call to say you'll be late or that you've even noticed that he was late, by accident not out of spite, and that you were missing his cooking.

Jealousy plagues him as he flicks on the lights in his apartment. He grips onto his phone tight enough that it groans from the pressure before furious fingers fly across the screen.

Your phone pings out on the coffee table in Kirishima's apartment.

"No I think this is a bad idea. Katsuki won't like it." You say before picking up your phone, "I'd have to do it differently."

Blood pounds in your ears drowning out Kirishima's retort.

SukiDaddy💣💥: "Made it home. Don't come over for the next week I'm too busy to give you time. Don't forget about our date this Sunday like you forgot about our dinner."

You bite your lip angrily as you slam your phone down next to a black box carrying a black band.

The little box weighs heavy on your mind.

The week passes slowly but it does. Its Saturday. You've packed your bag, gotten Mr Grumpy's things together all waiting at your house but you needed one final thing.

"Kiri I'm so fucking nervous." You jump from the nerves as you grab onto him. Blush dusting your cheeks as he cannot help but smile at you.

A scene to play out at the wrong time as Katsuki stops cold in his tracks. He was on his way to the flower shop to grab sunflowers, your favorite.

But no longer were those in his head. No only the image of you blushing towards Kirishima while he beams back at you. He takes a step forward. Thinking of confronting you and his supposed best friend.

He changes his mind last second, he watches you pull out your phone fingers flying across the screen.

Kitten 🐱: "Five right?"

He reads the message and crushes his phone in his hands. Hoping to never see your nickname pop across his screen again.

×××××××××

"Baby! I'm here early. I brought Mr. Grump!" You sing song as you waltz into Suki's dim apartment. When he doesn't answer you figure he got called into the office for a few. You turn on the lights, humming your favorite song as you let out your cat. He stretches before trotting into the bedroom to laze on Katsuki's half of the bed.

Three o clock is what your phone reads as you prepare some last minute stuff. You aren't sure where Bakugou is taking you but you know you're ready. You set your body con black dress that you wore to the first new years party onto the plush comforter. Cranking the hot water all the way up in the shower before taking your time to get ready. Blow drying your hair, braiding part of it. Applying lipstick that matches his eyes and lining your eyes with dark liquid liner.

The final touch of slipping into your dress has you smiling ear to ear in the long mirror. Your heels give you an extra few inches in height putting you close to Bakugou's eye level.

"I'm ready grump butt and just in time too." You say as you pet caramel fur glancing at the clock. 4:45pm. You set yourself down on the couch and wait patiently.

Time seems to tick by slowly.

5:00pm finally rolls around and your heart gushes when you hear a jangle of keys and the thud of boots on hardwood floor in the hallway. But the footsteps seem to bypass the door moving on quickly down the hall.

You frown, Katsuki left your message on read and never really confirmed 5 o clock. Nor did he tell you he was called in or anything of the like.

He could be running behind.

But he has never forgotten to text you that he would be.

5:15 turns into 530 then 545 accompanying several text messages and missed phone calls that go straight to voicemail. At first rage slithered through your veins as you tried to figure out where your boyfriend could be. But as 630 rears its ugly head on the clock your feelings begin to change.

Now worry starts to sink into your muscles, causing a severe ache to form in your chest as your mind began to play out scenarios in your head.

Dangerous ones at that.

Finally you break down and kick off your heels, phone in hand calling Kirishima.

"Have you heard from Bakugou?!?!" You scream into the receiver in panic.

"Ah no I haven't. Is everything okay? I haven't spoken to him in about aaaa....a week I think."

"He's an hour and a half late you know he's very punctual." You rush as you shove impatient feet into black converse. Grabbing your keys and jacket. The ring forgotten in the bottom of your pocket as you rush out the door.

"Alright. I'll call the agency and Izuku. You look in his usual spots."

"Eji what if..." Tears burn your eyes as you jump over the railing of the stairs landing hard on the bottom floor.

"Y/N this is Bakugou we're talking about." He says softly, "I'll send Izuku and others out if they don't know where he is okay. He's okay."

"He better be." You growl, anything to keep yourself from crying.

630 quickly turns into 7, 8, 930 and you're in a complete panic.

No one has heard or seen Bakugou all day. You stop at the mouth of an alley way as the large clock in the city rings out the time. You dry heave as a sob wretches your body, panic full on as thoughts bring you to dark places.

Him tied in a basement, his quirk being pulled from his body or his body contorting into a grotesque shape as more quirks are added until he becomes a shell of himself.

Or dead.

Your eyes find the full moon winking behind whips of clouds and then it hits you.

There is one place you haven't checked. A place you took him months ago, dragged him really when you saw an article about a super moon online.

You break out into a sprint, pushing through the crowd to catch a train. A train that moved too slowly at 80mph arriving an hour later. You push the doors open jumping onto the platform running full speed again.

Shoes echoing in sparsely lit streets as you smell the cleaner air and little to no light pollution to better see the moon.

A spur of a moment trip taken in leggings and basket ball shorts.

The moon was huge, so much so you felt as if you could reach out and touch it. You turned your head to gauge his reaction and when you caught him staring at you, as if *you* were the reason the two of you were here.

Not the freaking celestial body floating in the sky by mere fucking chance of placement.

That was the moment you knew you wanted to ask Bakugou to be your husband.

The cliffs edge could not come fast enough, the street could not move under your feet fast enough as you propel yourself through the biting night air of fall.

You begin to see a silhouette of a man, shrouded in shadow by the large moon. The muscular looking body seeming to throw something. You sob pushing yourself on. Talking your self out of the possibility that that might not be him.

But when you see a spark fly from deadly hands, illuminating his face for a fraction of a second you know.

You'd spot those blood eyes and ashen hair anywhere.

"BAKUGOU!" You scream anger catching up to you as you skid to a stop a few feet in front of him. His hands now dangling over the railing.

"Where the fuck were you?!" Voice raw as emotions fist fight in the pit of your stomach.

"Where the fuck was I? Where the fuck was *I*?!" Bakugou begins to heat up but makes no motion to move hands still dangling, voice dipping down dark, "I know where *you* were and have been for the past month."

"What?! I'm not the one who's gone fucking missing." You shout stepping closer, "You're not the one who fucking got stood up!"

"I'm not?! Really?!" He shouts, turning his face to you, his eyes are narrowed to slits, "I'm pretty sure I HAVE been the one being stood up for the last fucking month. Left behind after a good fuck so you could hang out with Kirishima!"

You take a step back as his voice gets dark once more

"Do you call him King too *kitten*?" He growls and it sounds animalistic.

It also cuts deep as tears well in your eyes, nausea ripping up your throat before you huff out puffs of heated air.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" The little box in your pocket suddenly popping to the forefront of your mind. You rummage clumsily by way of anger through the jacket gripping onto it had enough that the points bite into your palm.

"I was asking him for help!"

"For what?!" He barks, "What would you be asking him for help for that you couldn't fucking ask me?

Silence settles over the air before you produce the box, slamming it into his bicep, hot tears falling down your tender cheeks.

This was not how you wanted to do this.

These were not the feelings you imagined either party to feel when you asked him.

Not jealousy that is swirling thickly in the air as Bakugou's eyes widen staring at the box

"Wha...what is this?"

"What is it? It's a fucking box holding something that I got Kirishima's fucking help with!" You shout, box still pressed hard into his skin, hard enough it leaves an indent. He laughs a bitter laugh as explosions dance over exposed skin. He holds up one of his dangling hands, a diamond ring that he twirls upright for you to see better.

A nervous laugh bubbles up your throat before echoing around the two of you. You pull the box back to you with red cheeks.

"You're fucking kidding. This WOULD how this played out for us?" You laugh again, he pulls his hands to him slipping on the ring before you slip on his.

"You mean dysfunctional as fuck?" He says coolly, eyes falling onto the ring. He loves it, it matches him to a t. Not flashy, simple, a black band that shines in low light but would not catch the eye.

He sighs, looking at you painted in moon light reminding him of the exact moment he wanted to marry you as your eyes rove over the ring happily.

He grabs onto your waist pushing your back against the railing trapping you between a death drop and his deadly, hungry, gaze.

"Were you that impatient to be asked kitten?" He smirks as you blush. Lips easily finding that tender spot on your neck. You attempt to swallow desire.

"Did...did you tell Eji you were going to propose?"

He stills agaisnt your throat before biting down hard enough to produce a moan from your plump lips.

"Don't say another man's name while my hands are on you." He squeezes your hip harshly as he speaks husky in your ear, "Got it kitten?"

"Ah...Yes king." You rasp back before he grips onto your chin, leveling your face with his

"If I told him do you really think he would have let you get a ring and let you beat me to the punch?"

You laugh before shyly saying yes, he probably would.

The moon paints you in the best light as it always does, it brings out that twinkle in your eyes. The curve of your lips and hips. Bakugou leans in and kisses you slowly, savoring one of the first moment that would lead to the rest of your lives.

Knowing he will never doubt your distance again.

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Ashes of Love and War - Ch 5

Art by my collab partner, the wonderful @evieebun125 (Check out their work!)

Story: Ashes of Love and War

Chapter: 5 / ?

Couple: Todoroki Shouto / Yaoyorozu Momo

Rating: M (for language and violence)

Betas: @flourchildwrites (Link) & C’s Melody (Link)

Story is posted to the @bokunoaubang collection

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21638800/chapters/52541824

Chapter 1: https://teaplease1717.tumblr.com/post/189430137781/ashes-of-love-and-war

Wow! Can’t believe I’m on chapter 5 already. In special thanks and as a late holiday and New Year’s present here is an extra long chapter! Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 5: We Can (Not) Deny

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Shouto’s teeth ground in frustration, and he pressed his hands more firmly against the glacier. His magic prickled down his arms, and he felt the ice melt under his palms, letting off a low hiss as the water evaporated into steam. It misted through the room and clung to his skin like morning dew on leaves.

Hanata Sero lay in the doorway, his legs still encased in the glacier. He was pale and shivering violently. Yaoyorozu had wrapped blankets around him, but it wasn’t enough to stop his quaking. The likelihood of frostbite was high, amputation a possibility.

On the other side of the doorway, Kirishima and Rikado Sato, the Prince's chef, chipped away at the ice with shovels. Unlike Kirishima’s slim and muscular frame, Sato was tall with a broad build, small beady black eyes, and full lips. He wasn't the smartest but had the brute strength needed for the job.

Sero moaned softly in pain and Shouto’s chest tightened. Not for the first time that night, he wished he knew how to use his powers to heal instead of just to kill. Shouto dug his nails into the ice.

It wasn’t like it was his fault.

It was common sense.

Sero should have known not to come by unannounced, especially not right after conquering the city. Anyone would have attacked first, thinking it was an enemy. And Yaoyorozu's breakdown hadn't helped. When she had cowered, the fear in her eyes had clawed at his heart. It had made him see red, made his belly burn, made his lips curl.

“Todoroki!” Kirishima’s voice cut into Shouto’s thoughts harshly.

There was a cracking sound, and the remaining ice shattered under his fingertips.

Sero crumpled to the ground, free at last. Kirishima threw down his shovel and rushed over to his side. The room was silent as Kirishima pulled Sero’s limp body out of the ice.

“We got you, man. Stay strong,” Kirishima said gently.

Shouto’s fingers shook slightly as he canceled his fire magic. He stood up from his crouched position on the floor, and pins and needles shot through his legs as he moved closer.

Sero didn't twitch as Kirishima carried him over to a blanket and laid him down.

Mineta skirted wide around Shouto and scurried over to Sero's other side. Leaning over, he lay his head on Sero's chest. His eyes widened in horror, and he jerked back. “His heart’s stopped!”

Shouto froze, his stomach twisted viciously.

Kirishima looked across Sero’s unconscious body and up at Shouto. His red eyes narrowed. "Todoroki, heat him up!" he ordered, his voice tense.

Shouto started and then nodded. He went over to Sero and crouched down, extending his hand to lie upon Sero’s chest.

"No!"

Pausing, Shouto looked up sharply at Yaoyorozu. She took a step forward, away from the back wall. Her black eyes were wide as she stared at the group of men. She swallowed, and for a moment, she hesitated. Then, a look of determination flashed across her face, and she straightened.

“You mustn't,” she continued, clenching her wrapped hand over her heart. “Direct heat will damage the skin and could possibly make Sero’s heart stop entirely.”

Kirishima's eyes widened and his mouth fell open as he looked at her aghast. “Then what do we do?”

Yaoyorozu bit her bottom lip. “We'll need to do chest compressions,” she finally said, moving closer.

Rikado Sato nodded and pushed Mineta out of the way with his wide frame. “I’ll do it," he said in a thick Cretan accent. His lips thinned in concentration as he laid his hands on Sero's chest. "What do I need to do?”

Yaoyorozu tucked pieces of her fringe behind her ear. “It’s a delicate operation. If you can do the compressions, I’ll do the rest." She said, kneeling down by Sero’s head.

“Sero, you lucky bastard,” Mineta whispered.

Everything within Shouto went cold. His gray eyes traced the outline of Yaoyorozu's figure, eyeing the tear in her chiton with a lingering gaze. He was suddenly intensely aware that Yaoyorozu was still in her torn clothes. His lips twitched as he watched Mineta leer at her exposed skin. The image of bashing the young boy’s head into the floor suddenly seemed very appealing. He clenched his jaw at the violent thought. He should have been more forceful and made Yaoyorozu wear his cape, instead of letting her use it as a blanket for her beast.

Shouto forced himself to look away. Sato pressed on Sero’s chest, fast and hard. Yaoyorozu shifted to hold Sero’s head up, and then, after roughly 100 seconds, she raised a hand to pause Sato. She tilted Sero’s head back, plugged his nose, leaned over...

Shouto stopped breathing.

Roaring sounded in his ears as she leaned down. Her mouth still hovered over Sero’s as Shouto’s hand shot to grasp Endeavor’s hilt. His eyes narrowed as a dark burning fury spread out from his chest.

"Half n' Half," a deep voice snapped. Shouto started, and his gaze jerked up as everyone paused. The Prince stepped into the doorway.

“Bakugou!” Kirishima stood up. “It’s Sero. He’s not…”

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed, and then they darted to Sato. “What are you fucking waiting for? Get his heart going again, idiots. Press on his chest and then blow into his mouth while you hold his nose shut.” He turned and glared at Shouto. “Half n’ Half, bring your woman and bird brain and go find a new place for them,” he snapped.

Yaoyorozu stood up abruptly. She wore a determined expression. “We can’t leave yet.” Bakugou paused and looked at her. “I’m the one best suited to take care of him,” she said, her hand pressed against her chest. "I was the temple's top healer-"

"Then you should know that the humidity in the room is a breeding spot for infection,” Bakugou said, interrupting her. Expressionlessly, he looked across the room to the temple guardian. “You care about it, right? Then we need to go someplace dry."

Hesitation flashed across Yaoyorozu’s features. Then she deflated, and she gave a small nod.

Shouto felt a strange sense of relief at her consent. The room was uncomfortable. Seeing Yaoyorozu tending to Sero had made his chest twist painfully. And the fact that too many people knew where to find them also sat heavily on his mind as he pulled himself up and went over to the half-man, picking him up.

Being careful of the demigod's wounds, Shouto carried him outside.

Night had fully set in, but the air was still warm. Yaoyorozu shivered slightly in her damp clothes, and Shouto’s chest tightened. He needed to get her someplace warm and safe before she got sick. He clenched his jaw.

Back towards the city square, he could hear the sound of lutes and singing from the festivities. Shouto turned away from the music. He led Yaoyorozu towards the outer wall of the city. Behind them, Bakugouu followed at a distance. Shouto could feel his eyes trained on his back. Again he was struck by how calm the usually hot-headed Prince was.

He frowned as he pushed open a couple of doors to houses that seemed mostly intact, but a restlessness in him found none of them to be acceptable. Everything seemed too cramped or dirty. Too close to the partying soldiers.

He led her further towards the outer walls of the city. Here, there was no one left. Most of the houses were burned or completely destroyed. It was a place that spoke of death, and yet, for whatever reason, Shouto felt more at ease here, surrounded by the singed smell of burnt wood, than he did with his fellow soldiers.

He found one of the only remaining houses and kicked open the door. It was almost identical to the house they had just left except for the smashed pottery on the floor and half-eaten meal still sitting on the table. Shouto led Yaoyrozu inside and placed the demigod on the bed.

A knock sounded against the wood, and Shouto turned to find the Prince. Bakugouu stared at him. "Half n' Half, a word," he said.

Shouto tensed. He recognized that it was illogical, but his stomach felt like it shrank at the thought of leaving Yaoyorozu alone. She could take care of herself, he had seen her do so, but something dark twisted within him just thinking about being apart from her.

“Todoroki?” Yaoyorozu asked, her dark eyes looking up at him questioningly.

Shouto turned sharply, took half a step forward, and grabbed her chin. He leaned down until his mouth hovered above her own. Yaoyorozu stilled. He felt her breath puff against his lips.

He wanted to kiss her again.

He longed to taste the wine and honey on her lips. It felt like all the anger and tension coiling within him would disappear if he just closed the distance between their mouths. But now wasn't the time.

"Stay," Shouto ordered. Releasing her, he pulled back and turned on his heel to follow Bakugouu.

The Prince led him down the street. Shouto's chest constricted the further they moved from the house. Every step felt heavy like Shouto was trudging through mud. It was an illogical thought, but in the back of his mind, he couldn't shake the feeling that Yaoyorozu was in danger. It pounded through his ears and made his heart race.

Shouto glanced over his shoulder and almost tripped over the Prince as Bakugouu stopped suddenly and rounded on him. "You can't even fucking walk straight, can you?"

Shouto took a step back. From the corner of his eye, he could still see the house, and it unexpectedly put him at ease. His gaze flicked back to the Prince. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Bakugouu's red eyes narrowed. “Explain what just happened then,” he snapped, his lips curling up into a snarl.

Shouto's hand moved to rest upon Endeavor's hilt. “There’s nothing to explain,” he said, after a moment. "I lost my temper."

“Fuck that!” Shouto’s eyes narrowed a fraction. He could see a vein pulsing in Bakugouu’s neck.

“You’ve endangered my men before, Half n' Half, but never like this. You fucking almost froze Flat Face’s skin off. And I got some fucking Athenian general whining about twenty of his men slaughtered outside of Apollo’s temple. They think it's that fucking bird brain and want it back for retribution. But I know your work and those men weren't cut down by no fucking bird demigod.”

Shouto’s fingers twitched, and his throat tightened. “Sorry for causing you trouble,” he said softly.

“Sorry ain’t gonna cut it!” Bakugouu said, his tone vicious.

Shouto felt like there was a lump in his throat. It was true: he had gone overboard, especially with Sero.

He had just been angry.

People had called him dispassionate before. But intense fury had welled up within him when he had seen Yaoyorozu’s fear. It had whitened out his vision, similar to the emotion that had overcome him when the Athenian soldiers had touched her. Except at that time, she had truly been in danger. Shouto's grip on Endeavor’s hilt tightened.

Bakugouu’s eyes narrowed. “You've noticed it too, haven't you?” he said seriously.

Shouto didn’t respond. There were pieces of broken vase on the ground; mindlessly he swept the pieces into a pile with his foot. The Prince watched him and sighed.

“It’s that woman.”

Shouto’s gaze darted up and narrowed sharply, his temper finally bubbling to the surface. “It has nothing to do with her. Yaoyorozu is just a slave,” he growled.

Bakugouu stared at him for a second, his face void of emotion. “So you haven't noticed it.”

Shouto’s fingers twitched slightly. He was tired and didn’t have the mental resources to play mind games with Bakugouu at the moment. “What haven’t I noticed?” Shouto asked in a cold voice.

“You're practically drooling over her," Bakugouu said.

“I'm not a dog.”

Bakugouu rolled his eyes. “I forget how fucking dense you can be.” The Prince looked sharply at Shouto. “You fucking want to sleep with her.”

Shouto stood stunned. “What?”

Bakugouu’s expression grew hard. "You’re lusting after her, hard. You treat her as if she’s a fucking princess. I’m sure if she cried, you would wipe her tears for her too,” he continued coldly.

Shouto's stomach dropped, and he looked away. He swallowed over a suddenly dry throat. “She’s mine. Of course I’d take care of her.”

He could feel Bakugouu’s eyes widen. “Fuck. You’re whipped already,” he said, aghast.

Shouto’s hand clenched around Endeavor’s hilt until his knuckles turned white.

“What happened?”

Shouto ground his jaw. “Like I said — nothing.”

“Fuck that!”

Shouto turned back to stare angrily at Bakugouu. He could feel pulsing rage inside of him, and then his shoulders sank. He looked down at the ground.

“Kaminari shot me,” he said softly, suddenly feeling drained. He dropped his hand from Endeavor. “I don’t think it's anything to worry about. It's just a kissing spell.”

Bakugouu was silent for a moment. "You dense motherfucker,” Bakugouu finally bit out. “If it involves the gods, it's never just a simple spell."

Shouto didn't answer. He stood there frozen. Somehow a part of him had assumed if he ignored Kaminari, everything would be normal. He was strong.

Bakugouu sighed and pushed back his blonde hair. “I'm sending you home.”

Shouto's gaze jerked back to the Prince. He couldn’t have been more stunned if the Prince had just slapped him. “What?”

“You heard me. I'm sending your fucking ass back early. That cock sucking Deku can deal with you.”

“I’m one of your top fighters,” Shouto hissed.

Bakugouu cut him off. “And you can't control it.”

“I can.”

“Can you?”

Shouto looked away. “I'll learn.”

Bakugouu snorted. “That ain't good enough, Half n' Half. I have hundreds of men to feed and bring back to Sparta safely. I don’t have fucking time to deal with you and whatever this is,” he said, pointing at Shouto's chest.

Shouto glared at Bakugouu and swatted his hand away. "I'm strong. I won't be defeated by some weak god's curse," he retorted, his hands balled into tight fists at his sides.

“Fuck, Half n' Half! It ain't about being strong or weak.” Bakugouu scowled. “Fact is you are a danger to my men and me. Until you learn what the fuck sets you off or you get off, I want you gone.” Bakugouu turned, his red cape billowing behind him as he walked away. "The ship leaves in two days, and I want your fucking ass on it. Until then, stay out of the way. I'll send Kirishima or that round face you saved to bring you food."

Shouto didn’t move. His knuckles turned white as he shook with barely suppressed rage, watching fitfully as the Prince disappeared.

He didn't understand how it had turned out this way. He was strong. If he was under a spell, he would have known.

“Fuck!” Shouto turned and slammed his fist into a wall. He felt his knuckles split at the impact as the wall gave way under his fist, leaving a hole.

It wasn’t enough. He wanted to fight. He wanted to feel his blood pump and be able to forget about all of this.

But he couldn’t. The war was over, there was no one left to fight. Still, the fury boiled within him like an overflowing pot.

Shouto grit his teeth, his body trembling with rage.

He heard the creaking sound of a door opening down the street and lifted his head slightly to see Yaoyorozu standing in the doorway. She looked at him, her face hesitant. Shouto straightened. He didn't want to worry her.

He paused at the thought. His eyes widened. If he hadn’t been paying attention, if he hadn't felt such overwhelming fury, he would have missed the slight shifting of his mood.

Shouto’s stomach twisted painfully. Even his emotions weren’t his anymore, he realized. It was as Bakugouu had said.

It made him sick. The gods had even taken away Shouto’s ability to control his own emotions. It made him feel like a puppet. A toy. And he had never had as much anger towards the gods as at that moment.

Shouto clenched his eyes shut and breathed in a trembling breath to steady himself. He was stronger than this. He'd figure out a way to beat Kaminari.

Slowly, Shouto unclenched his hands and walked towards her. He'd win, he'd break Kaminari’s curse. He would.

The strong live, and he was strong.

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The following days bled together. Yaoyorozu spent most of her time mixing medicinal pastes or healing her beast who had periodically began to wake up. Shouto, for his part, would watch, or find himself unconsciously offering assistance, but mostly he tried to ignore the aching sensation in his chest and strategize how to break the annoying spell. What he had found instead, was that Bakugouu was wrong. The curse wasn't based on pure lust. It was a possessiveness that boarded on the brink of obsession.

Shouto ground his teeth in frustration as he watched the sea. Bakugouu had been true to his word and given them his biggest trireme and a crew to sail them back to Sparta. The ship was larger than the standard 40 meters ship, but otherwise was a typical trireme, with two large masts and two floors, the rowers sitting on the lower level.

The ship rocked against the waves, and water sprayed up to mist Shouto’s face as he watched the ocean.

The world had rules.

Even a god's curse had limits, and Shouto had tested those to exhaustion over the last two days. He’d practiced, seeing how close other men could get to Yaoyorozu without his heart speeding up and his sight going red. He’d left her in the house to test how far he could walk before he was overcome with worry and rushed back to her side. In the end, the answer was the same.

Whatever magic Kaminari had struck him with was strong, and he'd have to wait for the effects to wear off, if they ever did.

Unconsciously, Shouto’s eyes slid to the side, to the subject of his thoughts. Yaoyorozu sat beside him on the ship’s deck, her posture straight, formal as she ground herbs and grasses into a medical paste. She was dressed in a clean, white chiton. Her long black hair had been washed; it curled around her in dark waves.

His fingers twitched. He wanted to touch it. Twist it around his fist and pull her head back to lay kisses along her neck. Shouto frowned at the thought and looked away. It was Kaminari’s curse, he reminded himself. Sure, she was pretty, obviously smart, and strong, but he had never felt such an overwhelming desire to touch another human being. Least of all in the way he was imagining.

His hands tightened into fists at his side.

It wasn't fair, but then, when had anything involving the gods ever been fair? Shouto sighed quietly. The fact that his attraction to Yaoyorozu was based on a curse was difficult to reconcile. It didn’t feel like something he was doing primarily because of Kaminari’s arrow. He tried to think of kissing any other woman. Like the Trojan girl that Bakugouu had sent to bring them food, Uraraka Ochako. She was small and cute, but he couldn’t imagine feeling the same desire he felt for Yaoyorozu.

Shouto rubbed the bridge of his nose. Now that he was aware of Kaminari's curse, he was constantly looking for signs of the magic influencing his thoughts. It was a difficult task.

‘Act first, question later.’

It had been his creed during the war, and it had kept him alive through countless battles. But now, trying to separate his thoughts from the fabricated feelings the curse inspired, Shouto wished he had more practice deciphering the mixed feelings swirling through his chest.

His fingers touched the small bag on his right hip. It contained the few belongings he had brought from home. Shouto closed his eyes and quietly exhaled, wishing his sister was there. She was good at these kinds of things. She would know what to do, maybe even a way to break the curse, but she was a long way away. It would be at least another two weeks or longer before he was able to see her again.

Warm wind blew across the ship’s deck, mixing his red and white hair. It filled the twin masts, propelling the two-tiered trireme back to Sparta.

Movement in the corner of Shouto’s eye caught his attention. He looked back at Yaoyorozu. Her lips thinned as she pulled her hands away from the stone mallet to inspect her palms. She had taken off her wrist bindings in order to work and Shouto’s eyes narrowed on the red, angry blisters that lined her palms. He was reminded of her fight three days ago.

The sight made his stomach drop. As much as he hated letting the curse control him, even he understood that it wouldn’t go away by ignoring her.

He needed to come to a truce with her. They were stuck together for the time being and him ignoring her wasn’t going to fix anything. He turned towards Yaoyorozu.

“Give me your hands,” he said, kneeling down and pulling a small ceramic bottle out of his side pouch. Yaoyorozu looked up at him as he sat crossed legged in front of her.

Shouto uncorked the stopper on the bottle and poured a small amount of oily liquid into his palm. It smelled clean, with a faint, spring-like scent of dittany. Shouto held out his hand expectantly.

Yaoyorozu paused. She hid it well, but Shouto could still see the internal conflict. Small flashes of unease swirled in her black eyes as she glanced over towards him. She was cautious, and he hadn't given her any reason not to be. After a moment, she extended her hand.

Shouto took it and began to rub the thick liquid into her skin. It felt like chilled olive oil as he gently kneaded the medicine in small circles into Yaoyorozu’s palm.

She tilted her head. "What is it? It feels...icy," Yaoyorozu said thoughtfully.

Shouto didn't look up as he switched hands, drawing her other palm closer and repeating the action. "It's something my sister made. It won't heal big wounds but helps with minor injuries like these."

Yaoyorozu fell silent for a moment. "You don’t have to use it on me if it’s from your sister,” she said softly.

He gave a small shrug. “It’s fine,” Shouto said dismissively. “I’ve never needed it.”

He could still feel her eyes on him and looked up. “What?"

Yaoyorozu was silent and appraising as she studied him. Then sighed quietly and looked away. "I don't understand you," she said. "You hardly say two words to me for the last two days and then you do this. Your mood seems to shift as quickly as Proteus changes forms. I don't understand."

Shouto's chest tightened. There were things he and Yaoyorozu needed to discuss, such as the curse. His lips thinned at the thought. He wasn’t ready to talk about it, especially not to her. She was smart. If she hadn't already figured it out, he wasn't going to provide the information. There were too many ways that Yaoyorozu could use it against him.

Shouto’s lips twitched. “There’s nothing to understand,” he said sternly. Then changed the subject abruptly. “How’s it doing?” Shouto asked, looking over at the demigod sleeping on the deck next to them.

Yaoyorozu bit her bottom lip and dropped her gaze to the temple guardian. “Well enough, I suppose. His wounds are healing faster than a normal mortal’s because of his god blood.”

She pulled back the blanket gently with her free hand.

“Look. In some areas, the skin is already starting to repair,” she said in a thick voice, pointing at the horizontal cut that had been stitched closed with flax. The skin was puffy and red but did appear to be healing. “I…I just don’t have the same tools I used at the temple, so I’m still a little worried that he may contract an infection,” she said, pulling the blanket back into place. Her voice had a tremble to it.

“We’ll be back in Sparta soon enough. You can get what you need there,” Shouto said and then looked away as Yaoyorozu went quiet. His throat felt tight, like he had swallowed a small stone. Once again, he was at a loss of how to comfort her. He wasn’t used to dealing with other people, least of all women, and wasn’t sure what to say to put her at ease. He was torn between leaving her alone again, but another part argued for him to stay. That part of him couldn’t imagine ever leaving her.

Shouto’s gaze moved back to the demigod sleeping on the deck, and he cleared his throat. “The stitching looked good, though. Where did you learn to do that?”

She blinked and sat up straighter. “As a priestess to Apollo, it is my duty to be versed in many things, including healing,” she said.

Shouto tilted his head slightly. “Is that where you learned to fight?” he asked curiously as he released the palm he had been treating.

Yaoyorozu deflated. She looked away, and he could see the tops of her cheeks redden. “No. Tokoyami taught me that.”

Yaoyorozu hesitated. She dropped her gaze to her lap; her long fingers ran over the calluses and blisters lining her palms. “The head priestess would never allow me to learn something like that. Tokoyami had to teach me in secret. I never got to practice that much, but he said I was a fast learner.” There was a trace of embarrassment as well as pride in her tone. She smiled half-heartedly and turned to the demigod. Leaning forward, she ran her fingers through the feathers on top of the demigods head tenderly. Shouto’s stomach clenched.

“I just wish I could have done more to put his teachings to good use,” she continued, the last words a whisper under her breath. If not for the curse that made Shouto hyper-aware of her, he'd probably have missed it.

Shouto corked the bottle and shifted as he returned it to his side pouch. “You did all that you could.”

She met his eyes. Shouto wanted to lean in, brush her bangs out of her face, and place a kiss upon her brow. It was a strange feeling of tenderness, and he pushed it away. It was Kaminari’s arrow, he reminded himself. Besides, their peace was still too fragile.

He cleared his throat. “You're inexperienced, and it shows."

She frowned. "I know I'm weak."

"No. Not weak. Inexperienced. There's a difference. Weak would mean you are a coward. You were willing to fight off a group of Athenian men twice your size. I'd hardly call that cowardly. What you lack is experience and a bit of spatial awareness.”

Yaoyorozu’s gaze dropped to the floor. A small smile pulled at her lips. “Thank you.”

Shouto gave a low sigh. “You thank me too much,” he said, his voice was a little gruffer. “I’m just stating the truth based on what I’ve observed.”

They lapsed back into silence after that. He helped her bind her wrist again and shortly after that Tokoyami woke up. Shouto's eyes narrowed. His chest tightened as he watched Yaoyorozu let Tokoyami lean against herself. She picked up a water flask and uncorked the top to hold it to the demigod’s mouth gently.

What was Tokiyami to her?

More than a pet, of that he was becoming sure. She had said he was all that she had left...

The thought lingered in the back of his mind, and he felt his jaw tighten as he watched them. A pulling sensation in his gut left him agitated, and he watched sweat slip down Yaoyorozu's neck and disappear under the top of her chiton.

Shouto felt hot. His fingers twitched on Endeavor’s hilt, and he forced himself to look away.

The sailors on the deck were all sweating. Shouto could practically see steam rising from their bare chests. The heat coiling in his veins didn’t seem to be just affecting him.

His eyes narrowed. It was a nice day. There was no reason that he should be this hot.

Shouto frowned. The hair on his neck stood on end, and he jumped to his feet.

“Todoroki?” Yaoyorozu asked, standing up after him.

Shouto didn’t respond. Something wasn't right. He looked around the ship. It was too hot. Almost like--

“Ah, so this is the woman who stole your heart?” a deep voice sneered. The sound cut through the air like steel.

Shouto grabbed Yaoyorozu and shoved her protectively behind himself; his gaze darted up to the sky. Hanging in the air above the ship was a man clad in black armor. He would have been considered handsome, with short black hair and fine features, if not for the deep burn scars that snaked down his neck and arms, and purpled like newly-formed bruises under his piercing blue eyes.

“Hello there, little brother. It's been a while.” Dabi yawned and stretched dramatically.

Shouto felt a chill even as immense heat beat down on the boat from the demigod. Dabi was his older half-brother through their father, Ares. He was known to mortals as Deimos, the god of terror. In Shouto’s experience, he was cruel and unfeeling, despite the laid-back attitude he exuded.

Shouto slid his fingers firmly over Endeavor’s hilt. "What do you want, Dabi?" he demanded.

Dabi’s lips quirked up at the side into a patronizing smile. “Is that any way to treat your dear, older brother?” he asked casually. "I'm just worried about my lil' brother. Father's favorite child."

Shouto's eyes narrowed. “What do you want?” he repeated. He wasn’t prepared to fight Dabi on the open sea, especially not when he needed to protect Yaoyorozu.

Behind him, the wooden planks groaned as the temple guardian stood up. He was suddenly thankful for Tokoyami’s presence. If anything, the temple guardian would act as an extra layer of protection for Yaoyorozu.

Dabi looked at Shouto, and his eyes glittered. "Poor, little brother. Daddy dearest sent me to reprimand you for letting your guard down. And - these are his words - remind you that women are nothing but a distraction for a warrior." Dabi's face hardened, and he held out his right hand. Instantly, crackling blue flames appeared, expanding and twisting into something hideous.

Shouto's eyes widened, and coldness settled in the pit of his stomach as the fire pulled back and condensed into a tight ball of immense heat. Dabi smiled cruelly. "He never specified the how. But I don't think he'd mind if I got a little creative."

Shouto didn't have time to think. He pivoted and shoved Yaoyorozu and Tokoyami with all his strength. His chest tightened as he watched them hit the water.

Then there was a roaring sound and a blistering, blue pain seared through his mind before everything turned black.

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And that’s a wrap for 2019! Hope you enjoyed this extra long chapter.

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Notes:

Shouto isn’t stupid, he had an inkling that something was wrong when he had first accepted Yaoyorozu’s proposal in chapter 2, but had been hoping that whatever Kaminari had struck him with had been a miscast spell or too weak to impact him. However, he is slowly learning that nothing is that simple, as Bakugou put it. This frightens Shouto, not only because he feels that the gods are making him into a puppet but because his whole identity has thus far been based on being strong. And the fact that he was not only struck by Kaminari, but forced to fall in love with Yaoyorozu is something he had never considered happening to him. Because, as Dabi said, only the weak fall in love.

This leads Shouto to ignore Yaoyorozu, falling back on what we are now starting to see as his habit when he can’t or won’t deal with a situation. However, as much as Shouto wants to walk away from Yaoyorozu the curse won’t let him. And he finds himself unable to leave her alone.

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Proteus - a sea god, became famous for his ability to flicker from one form to another when enemies pursued him.

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