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capricorn-writer-kawaii · 8 months

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My Flame Hero

Chapter 1

Pairing: Enji Todoroki x Reader

Genre: Enji Todoroki X Reader, ⚠️smut⚠️, fluff, angst, age difference, divorced Endeavor, ⚠️anime spoilers⚠️

Words: 3k

Summary: Your relationship with your boss, the flame hero, started on a wild night in the hot springs. Time continues passing and you two seem closer than ever.

A/N: Hello again! As you know, I love this idea of how Enji Todoroki's life has changed after all his character development. This time, I was thinking about how society and his kids would react when knowing he's starting a new relationship. Once again, I must thank @merrymonkey for creating the art. ❤️

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Chapter 1

Sitting next to All Might, Endeavor crossed his giant arms and frowned at the screen in front of him. It was playing scenes of both his and the blonde's most epic battles. Everyone in the audience praised and people from the media kept taking pictures.

"Come on, Todoroki, change that face!" said All Might laughing and hugging him.

“Get off! I hate this, it makes me feel old. Why the hell did they have to do a whole anniversary celebration?"

"Stop whining! When you accepted the position, this was included. Hey, look! A picture of the day you opened your agency. And there I am!"

Enji frowned even more when he saw himself young, with much more energy and without that scar on his face that he hated so much. Now that he was getting closer to his 50s, he looked so different. He was about to go down that spiral of thoughts concerning his age when he felt how an elbow hit him in the ribs. Turning around, he discovered that it was his youngest son.

“Dad, try to smile. You look more terrifying than usual."

Forced to soften his expression, Enji kept looking at the tribute they had made for him and All Might. It was supposed to be something small, his agency had only received an invitation for the inauguration of a new school dedicated to the two legendary heroes. He tried not to attend and for his son to go in his place, but your insistence and Shoto's forced him to show up.

Upon arrival, Enji cursed when he noticed some politicians and reporters there. He was already close to dealing with all of them during the Hero Billboard Chart JP of that year, but now, he would have to do it before. He missed when he didn't have to worry about those events and it was All Might who had to give the speeches.

"I shouldn't be here looking at pictures of me, I should be working." He commented to his son in a low voice.

“Relax, you left your trusted heroes in charge of the agency for today. Midoriya and Bakugo are there too, nothing will happen if you're away for a while."

“Last time I wasn't in the office, you and your friends destroyed two buildings for not being careful, Shoto. I ended up paying for those damn reconstructions out of my own pocket.”

"It wasn't my fault, Bakugo got out of hand because of Midoriya's comment and then we couldn't calm him down." Shoto clarified, very embarrassed by that accident. "Besides, that won't happen today, you left your girlfriend in charge of those two, right?"

Endeavor sighed remembering how permissive you were with those boys, and if it was Hawks, the matter was worse. However, the number 1 hero couldn't continue the conversation, since at that moment they had shown the photograph of the day he fought against the Nomu. It was epic and memorable, there was no one who did not know that photograph. Yet, that day the hero could not do more than look at his face covered in blood from the tremendous wound he had received. Stealthily, he brought his hand to his face and as soon as he felt that area where his skin felt different, he immediately removed his hand.

Back at the agency, Enji and Shoto entered together and as usual, wherever they passed, people greeted them by bowing their heads showing respect. Apparently, it was a normal day, many of the heroes were in the office that day and not on patrol. Among them, Shoto noticed his friends, who were miraculously talking like civilized people while having some tea.

While Bakugo and Deku greeted your boyfriend, you and Hawks were also getting closer.

“Congratulations, big boss! Looking good, huh, old man?”

Hawks touched a nerve in his head calling him that, causing Endeavor to glare at him and Midoriya to swallow hard at the same time that Bakugo laughed, nothing made him more amused than seeing the flame hero upset.

"Don't tell me you were watching the broadcast, you must have been working," Enji scolded.

“The guys took care of everything quickly and we had the rest of the afternoon free.” You clarified with a discreet smile, although Shoto and Hawks knew about you, the others had no idea.

That easily you managed to lower the bad mood of the hero, who nodded silently.

"Okay, since we're finishing early today, how about we all go for a beer?" Hawks proposed.

“And since it's early we can go to karaoke! What do you say, Kacchan, do you want to go?" Deku asked so excited that his eyes were shining, of course, he only made Bakugo look at him with contempt and growl. “Todoroki, do you want to come with us? Let's call the others, I'm sure they'll want to go!”

"Wait a moment! What do you mean to go for a beer?" Endeavor asked, getting upset again. “Hawks, what the hell's on your mind? They are children!"

“They aren't children, they're already adults. In just a couple of months, these guys will graduate from the U.A. In fact, why don't you join us, Endeavor? If there's anyone here who can teach them to drink, it's you."

You couldn't help but laugh at Hawks' inappropriate comment. On numerous occasions the three of you had gone drinking, Best Jeanist had also accompanied you, as well as Mirko, who drank more than all the pro heroes put together. Nevertheless, Endeavor had never gone out with the young boys to drink.

"Nobody has to teach me how to drink, nobody has to teach me anything!" Bakugo exclaimed.

"Come on, Endeavor, you don't have anything to do either, we already checked your schedule." Hawks insisted.

"What's happening Dad? Do you have so little resistance to alcohol that you prefer not to go?”

“Careful, Shoto! You shouldn't even be drinking if you're preparing to be…”

“Here we go again…” You whispered in Hawks's ear and even yawned, you already knew Enji was coming up with a speech for his son. A speech that only Deku listened carefully.

Enji spoke until you discreetly placed your hand on his shoulder. Anyone would think that you did it to get closer to the boys, but your boyfriend knew that you did it so that he would leave Shoto alone.

“What do they say if you call your friends and we meet at the entrance?” You asked winking at the three boys, whose cheeks turned red, for none of them could deny that you were gorgeous.

Everyone at the agency said it, Enji Todoroki's right hand was spectacular, and just as you had caught the attention of your boss with your personality and with your sexy costume, you had also done it with practically all the men who worked there. However, seeing the idiotic smile of the four of them, Endeavor raised his flames higher and brought them back to the ground.

“If you're done, get out of here. And you, Miss Plans," he said directing his turquoise eyes at you. “May I have a word with you in my office?”

Following your boss, you disappeared with him while Hawks was in charge of taking the boys out, he was sure that Endeavor wouldn't let you leave just like that, Shoto himself knew it.

Once in the privacy of Enji's office, as soon as he closed the door, you walked over to his desk and sat there, laughing at the frown of your man.

"Why are you so grumpy today?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." He responded by opening a couple of buttons on his shirt to make himself more comfortable.

"Honey" you called crossing your legs, and when he looked up and fixed his gaze on you, he finally flashed his first honest smile of the day, a little lustful, but honest. "You really don't want to go?"

The handsome hero had cornered you by bringing both hands to his desk, barely encircling your hip, and not letting you move. Then, fixing you with that look that had made countless villains tremble, he shook his head.

"Why would I want to go drinking with some kids if I can do it with you?"

Biting your lips, you began to feel Enji's hands opening your legs a little more and his lips getting closer and closer to your neck until, without warning, he bit you and then began to lick and suck, first slowly, but then with more intensity. You wanted to keep talking to him, but it was practically impossible when he was distracting you like that, and when you could perceive his manly scent so close, you had always loved how he smelled, it was one of the first things that made you lose your head for him.

The burning heat that emanated from your boyfriend every time you were together abruptly subsided, just as his kissing stopped. It was enough for you to hear how his breathing changed to know that he had gotten upset, but you didn't understand what had made him so angry until they knocked on the door a second time.

"WHAT?!" The redhead roared with a tone of voice that made the entire office rumble.

"Enji!" Very embarrassed for not knowing who was outside, you patted him on the chest before getting off the desk and adjusting your clothes a bit. "Stop responding like that."

"The door is locked, that means I don't want anyone to come in!" He also fixed his clothes and walked to the chair, he had to sit down or his erection would give away what you were about to do.

"Hey, boss, it's me!"

“You have to be fucking kidding me.” Endeavor cursed, slamming his fist into the desk.

Aware that Enji couldn't open, you did it yourself. Hawks entered the office with his eyes closed, which caused you to laugh but the flame hero wanted to burn him right there.

"What do you want? Shouldn't you be on your way to who knows where?"

“The guys are asking about your girlfriend. How do you want me to explain to them that she's not there because you're fucking her brain out?" The next thing Hawks felt didn't even come from Enji, but from you when you hit him hard on the head, causing the redhead to grin from ear to ear.

"Why didn't you just say we had a meeting?"

“Midoriya has the innocence of a baby, but your son and Bakugo don't. They were with us all day, they know there was nothing to talk about.”

"Hawks is right." You said with a sigh, after all, you had waited all day to be alone with Enji. "I'll go with them for a while and see you at home later."

"What?!" With Endeavor's exasperated question came a shout from Hawks covering his eyes again and yelling at the two of them to make him see such things. "You’re not leaving! You're with me!"

"I won't be long, I promise you." You said completely ignoring all the drama that Hawks was making for having to witness his boss's huge boner.

Finally, you managed to convince Enji that it would be best not to arouse suspicion, and although you knew that he had been furious, resentful, and wallowing in jealousy, you went out with them.

Late at night, Enji was in your new apartment. Although you told him that it was not necessary, there was no way he would change his mind, he wanted to buy a place for you two. As expected, the hero spared no expense, as he wanted a place that was comfortable and private enough that no one would disturb you. Thus, while he waited for you to arrive, he read the reports of the last jobs he had done. He had a hard time focusing, at first, he thought he was tired and that's why he couldn't read well. He even cursed the one who had written those reports in such small letter size. In fact, he was doing just that when you greeted him from the door of his office.

"Are you fighting alone, handsome?" You asked hiding a mocking smile; however, your face changed when you noticed how your boyfriend was dressed. It drove you crazy to see him in those traditional and comfortable clothes he used at home.

“Tomorrow that secretary will listen to me. I already told her to stop printing like this! You can't read anything.” Exasperated, he handed you the papers.

"I think the problem's not your secretary, it's that you need glasses, dear."

“I don't need glasses! My eyesight has always been the best of all!”

"Enji, if you keep freaking out and throwing flames around you, one day you won't be able to see properly."

"I can see well! I don't need glasses." The flame hero looked at you seriously and crossed his arms. “Did you see the hour, kid? It was supposed to be fast. I dined alone.” You didn't even try to hide your smile, no one would believe you if you said how spoiled Enji Todoroki was and how much he hated being away from you.

Fortunately, it wasn't hard for you to apologize, because as soon as you proposed to take a bath together, you won him back.

One of your favorite parts of the new apartment was the outdoor jacuzzi. Being in such a remote area, you could enjoy the tranquility of the night and take a bath while you admired the city lights.

Sitting on Enji's lap, you massaged his wide and sturdy shoulders. You could tell he was tense, which wasn't easy to identify considering every muscle in his body was rock solid; however, his body language told you that something was up with him.

"You didn't like the tribute they gave you, right?" Your question caused Enji to open his eyes again, he had been enjoying your hands, but the memory of the afternoon clouded his gaze. "I know you don't like those kinds of activities, but I didn't expect this to bother you so much."

“It wasn't the activity. I just felt like it had been a long time since I started on this. I've worked so hard, kid, I don't realize how quickly the years have gone by.

"Nostalgic, huh?"

With his typical smile that made every part of your body vibrate, Enji nodded.

“I think I'm spending too much time with Toshinori. Anyway… now that I remember, Hawks interrupted us earlier.”

And just like that, your boyfriend was back, that scorching look giving him away that he had thought about you all day and that now having you close, he didn't care about anything other than causing you pleasure.

"Kid..." he called, attacking your neck again but this time he didn't show the slightest delicacy, he bit you so hard that you couldn't silence a moan. “What did I tell you about your smiles? You keep showing them to everyone like it's nothing, like they're not mine."

It was inevitable for Endeavor to heat the atmosphere when he got aroused, you'd already gotten used to ending up drenched in sweat every time you made love to your boyfriend. So once the water got hotter, you knew he was ready to make you scream.

Sex with Enji was still as hot and passionate as the first time in the hot springs, just as aggressive. It seemed that you were his prey and that he was ready to jump on you at any moment. The flames that emanated from his body and his penetrating gaze warned you to be prepared, but above all, the enormous erection that you found in your boyfriend every day did so. There were nights when you didn't sleep at all because Endeavor simply couldn't stop fucking, you and everything seemed to indicate that that would be one, because although you didn't know, he wanted to show you and himself that the others were wrong, he hadn't aged yet.

Unlike all those nights in which you allowed him to tempt you until you begged him to enter your body, this time you could only dig your nails into his manly back. Enji waited for absolutely nothing to penetrate you; after all, he knew that once by his side, you were always ready to receive him.

The redhead moaned in pleasure feeling how tight you were. Sometimes he was so cruel that to provoke you, he would just put in the tip of his cock and not move for a few seconds. He tempted you by letting you feel his body throbbing inside you, he made you want to lose control of his hips, but he didn't, he just looked at you with an evil smile.

“I hate you so much…”

Your comment made him laugh exactly the same way he did when he cornered a villain. Of course, hearing his laughter at that moment could only turn you on more, but when you tried to move, he didn't let you, he held your legs very tightly, a little more and his hands would be marked on your thighs by days. However, you were just as stubborn as he was, and you kept trying to move. That little fight to see which one had more power made the moment even more erotic. Endeavor was dying to fuck, but he was so proud and he liked to dominate you so much that he would put you in your place first.

"Who do you think you're dealing with, kid?" He asked you, frowning and sounding somewhat offended, even annoyed.

"Let go of me" You commanded, but instead, you only managed to get him to hold you tighter and to show you that he was doing what he wanted. Endeavor moved a little, just a little, but it was enough for you to bite your lips so as not to scream at how good it felt.

Delighted that you were the one he shared his nights with, Endeavor looked at you with a mixture of charm and anger. You continued refusing to obey him and, as cunning as ever, you activated your quirk, one that put him at a disadvantage. As long as you were in physical contact with your opponent, you could mind control him to do whatever you wanted. Just as you could increase the capacity of any quirk with a single command, you could disarm him.

"You're not gonna make it." He warned you when he heard your voice in his mind.

However, Endeavor had chosen you as his sidekick with good reason, and even someone like him with the strong willpower he had, fell when he faced you. Your order was not for him to release you, but to move his hips. If Enji wanted to break free of your spell, he had to let go of your legs, and get away from you, and it was something you knew he wouldn't do for the world. Furious, but even more excited than before seeing how strong you were, he kissed you passionately. Without knowing if he did it to distract you or not, you just received him with the same ardor.

The kiss ended, but you didn't deactivate your quirk, if Endeavor didn't let you use your legs, you could still use other parts of your body. That was how you managed to break his will. Enji growled from the fury he felt seeing that he was not capable of ignoring your orders, and you chuckled feeling how he kept fighting. The more he fought, the more passionately you now devoured his neck. Normally you marked it where the costume hid, but that night you didn't care, Enji had played too much with you. The hero realized what you were doing, where you were leaving obvious marks, but far from being annoyed, he got even more aroused thinking about how cheeky, stubborn, and possessive you could be.

Thus, after a while Enji's huge hands left your legs, but only for one of them to hold you by your hair, he could feel your neck with his fingers.

“You have no idea what you got yourself into.” He said holding you tight.

“Why don't you teach me, number one? What's wrong, a few orders were enough to break you down?"

The heat that came out of Enji's body upon hearing that would have driven anyone else away, but you were used to it, you could take it now. Your boyfriend had been upset, you knew he couldn't stand being provoked, he was too proud to ignore something like that. You had gotten yourself into trouble, but one you could never regret.

Endeavor didn't stop all night, he didn't care that you trembled from so much pleasure, or that you asked him for some time, he kept fucking you until your voice didn't come out. That night you didn't see the slightest trace of tenderness in his movements. Countless times you thought that your body would give no more, but Enji knew your limits and calculated to just reach them but not pass them, not because he had compassion, but because he was not going to let you save yourself so easily.

After having been in the jacuzzi for a long time, he took you to bed. You bit the pillows, you soaked the sheets and Enji didn't stop, he kept going in and out of your body as if it was the first time he was tasting you. Endeavor was the only one capable of reaching parts of your body that only he knew about, points that caused you so much pleasure that he even managed to bring you to tears.

He had you on your back holding on to your hips for so long that now it wasn't just your legs, your hips would also have his huge hands marked for who knows how long. You felt how the sweat that fell from his chest drenched your back, and it seemed so provocative to you that you had orgasms just for feeling that, for hearing his growls in your ears, and for feeling his burning breath on the back of your neck.

And not to mention your poor knees, because Enji indulged himself in that position, in which he only let you use the muscles of your legs because he held you behind the wrists. The hero was willing to remove any trace of sanity or purity that remained in you. That was how Enji came over and over again that night. He did it whenever he wanted, on your face, on your breasts, on your mouth, on your back, legs, inside you, You couldn't be more full of him, literally.

You don't remember when you fell asleep, exhausted from so much physical activity. The next morning when you opened your eyes, you wanted to die right there, everything hurt, you could swear that even your hair hurt. There was no way you were working that day, luckily it was Saturday.

Enji didn't wake up early either, that day the handsome hero slept by your side until almost noon, something that rarely happened; however, his body also needed rest, never like yours, of course. The night had been so wild that as soon as you opened your eyes, you saw how hurt his back and shoulders were. You tried to get up, but you couldn't and your moaning automatically woke up your boyfriend.

"Hi, kid." He greeted with a hoarse voice, but with a sweet smile, while, stretching out his arm, he brought you closer to his huge body.

"I can't move" you muttered.

"Perfect, that's what I wanted to hear."

"You, idiot" You responded trying to push him, but you couldn't even move an arm. Laughing heartily, Endeavor took your hand and kissed it before placing it on top of his pecs. "I'm serious. I think you broke me.”

"I can fix you back, baby, that's not a problem." Before you could answer anything, the redhead kissed your forehead and then stared at your face. “How can you be this stunning?”

"Oh please! I'm a mess.”

"You're MY mess, my beautiful and sweet mess."

You smiled back, barely able to caress his cheek. A short time later, he got up, and if you had been able, you would have stopped him, but you couldn't, everything hurt.

"I'll be right back, I'll go get something to eat."

"Enji" you called as he was almost out the door and as soon as he turned around, you spoke again. "I love you."

From where you were you could see how the hero's cheeks blushed a little.

"I love you too, kid." He said before disappearing with a smile.

After a while, you had breakfast in the comfort of your bed next to Enji. Despite what anyone would think, your boyfriend knew how to cook and when he had time, he would prepare delicious meals for you. The truth was that the number 1 hero treated you like a queen, he pampered you a lot, more than you could believe yourself. He always made sure you had your favorite foods at home; in fact, he had started doing the groceries himself, something that still surprised you, but later you discovered that it was because he wanted to make sure that you had everything you liked so that you felt comfortable and began to see that apartment as your home. Enji had tried hard to make it that way, he even hired a decorator and as a surprise to you, he wanted the apartment to have your essence. Curiously, you didn't have such different likes. Maybe Endeavor was a bit more traditional, but he liked the touch you gave not only to the apartment but to his life as well.

Enji also wanted you to have your clothes there, and even though you told him it wasn't necessary, he kept bringing you different designer pieces very often. You loved everything, but you had to confess that you loved even more his clothes. You kept wearing his t-shirts when we allowed you, for most of the time you were naked on the bed.

While you ate, Enji smirked. Every so often he looked at you out of the corner of his eye, he loved seeing you wearing his clothes, and that morning was no exception. However, even with his huge t-shirt, he could see all the marks he had left on you from the night before. That was how he carefully caressed the part of your thigh where the mark of his hand had been printed.

"I think I went too far, love, sorry."

"Why? You know I love it when you do it." You responded by winking at him.

Having regained a bit of energy after eating something, you reached over to kiss his cheek, but when you did, your eye was caught by a silver hair among the ones that covered his beard. You also noticed that there were also a few among his red hair.

"What's wrong, what do I have?" Enji asked when he noticed that you were staring at him. You delicately took one of those hairs, it had just fallen off and you were able to show it to him. However, what you considered to be incredibly attractive, Enji did not.

"Shit," he hissed.

You spent so much time making love to Endeavor that you knew his body perfectly well, so you were surprised not to notice that even on his chest there were a few silver hairs. Or surely you had noticed it but you hadn't thought too much about it, you already liked your boyfriend too much, you found everything about him attractive. The mood swing lasted all day, Enji was serious and grumpy, but at least that didn't stop the hero from coddling you for leaving you so exhausted.

🔥To be continued...🔥

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 5 months

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Lovers & Friends (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you and Keigo have begun to realize the strange new feelings you both have for each other after one drunken night at a close friend’s wedding that ends with you in his bed, but because of your longtime friendship and committed relationships with other people, you’re more than happy to forget that night even happened and keep your mutual feelings in the dark…for now, at least.

Story Warnings: Smutty smut; 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY); Cheating/Infidelity; Mating; Light Degradation; Spanking; Exhibitionism; Multiple Positions; Creampie; Unprotected PIV Sex; Facial; Scent Play; Marking; Spitting; Deepthroating; Cunnilingus; Begging; Edgeplay; Power Play; Wing-Stroking; Daddy Kink; Some Angst; Hurt/Comfort; Mild Violence

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: LAST CHAPTER!!! (for now that is). Thank you all so so much for reading & all the love that poured into this fic & my others. I'll have so many more, including holiday ones, in the future! -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Bonus Chapter.

Read on AO3 here!

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Chapter Twenty: Cuz You Luv Me.

“You sure you’re not taking me to a warehouse, girls? Because this blindfold is sus.”

You hear Yu cluck her tongue against the roof of her mouth from next to you, sitting in the backseat of a limo. “It’s for your surprise!” she explains. “I promise you that you’re gonna love it, babe!”

"Here, you want some more champagne?” Rumi asks. You feel her press the rim of a champagne flute up against your lower lip, but you push it aside. “No, ‘cause you already got some on me already!” you whine. “And this dress is satin!”

Yu, Rumi, and Nemuri laugh despite your complaints about not being able to get the dark, wet spots out of your beautiful, backless, satin red dress that hugs your form and makes you feel like the sexiest woman alive. You paired it with a fur coat that is soft to the touch and Saint Laurent heels that you purchased specifically for tonight. You wanted to dress to impress and celebrate tonight, whether or not you got a high ranking at the Hero Billboard Chart JP.

“Oh, we’re here!” Nemuri excitedly announces. You feel the limo slow down and then come to a halt. For some reason, as you feel her hands move to the back of your head, your heart leaps in anticipation. You have no idea what this girl is planning for you. She begins to untie the blindfold wrapped around your head, covering your eyes. Once it’s loosened and off of your eyes, you keep them closed. “Okay…now open your eyes!”

You do so, finding not a warehouse but a high-end nightclub teeming with activity. Two large, burly guards stand outside the tall glass doors leading to the club, each of them looking highly intimidating. The girls excitedly grin at you, wanting the same reaction and energy….but you don’t give it. You were hoping that if she had a celebration in mind, it would be somewhere lowkey like a restaurant. “A nightclub,” you sigh. “I thought we were going to dinner.”

“They serve food here,” Rumi responds. "Shrimp cocktails and endless margaritas! What’s better than that?”

“Rumi, I told you I was fine with just dinner and hanging with you guys at one of our cribs,” you say, eyeing the nightclub with disinterest. “After today, I’m not too hyped to be around so many people.”

And you’re not. Though you feel sexy and you know your outfit is gag-worthy for the cameras, you don’t want to be around another crowd of people after standing in front of one today. You thought you were going to gag standing among that crowd––all of those cameras and microphones and flashing cell phones from the adoring fans. You were just about fed up with the news anchors and cameras in your face. Not to mention the stage lights. You don’t remember them being that bright.

You thought you had prepared for the ranking event for the past week leading up to it. You thought you talked enough to Keigo and had enough reassurance from him that you would be okay. But the anxiety still kicked in. That self-doubt and criticism turned your brain into a foggy mess the minute you got up on that stage and saw your face on the screen of all of the pro heroes being ranked that morning. You didn’t feel powerful or confident standing among your peers in your hero outfit. You felt like a fraud.

And yet, all of it was worth it in the end. Rumi raises an eyebrow at you, wondering if you’re serious.“Are you kidding? Girl, you were ranked pro hero no. 12 today! Of course, we’re going to celebrate! And don’t worry: this club caters specifically to pro heroes and paparazzi is nowhere to be found thanks to the quirked security.”

The chauffeur then comes around to open the door, escorting you both out of the warm limo, with its heated leather seats and dim lighting, and into the chilly winter night. Why the Billboard Hero Chart JP always happens in the wintertime is beyond your knowledge, but then again, that leaves the rest of the year open for heroes to really push themselves to do their best so they can receive a higher ranking by the end of the year. And several months after the Hero’s Gala, you did just that.

“Speaking of no. 12,” Nemuri giggles, looking like a movie star in her sleek, black fur coat, “how does it feel, my dear? The public loves you even more now!” You giddily smile, your breath coming out in fogs of air that look like cigarette smoke. “It feels no different than when I was ranked no. 13…but better!” you giggle. “I still can’t believe it.”

You had worked so hard since the Hero’s Gala, mostly to distract the public from the debacle Rei caused when he very publicly proclaimed his love for you. Fortunately, after months of fighting villains and crime, opening sponsorship deals with different magazines and sports goods, and working nonstop with your publicist, that night was forgotten about and you were among the heroes everyone was talking about.

You could hardly believe it when you were announced ranking hero no. 12 for the year. You were standing in between Gang Orca and Ms. Joke, shivering in your boots as the announcers went through each hero and slowly climbed to the top.

When they finally got the 10s on the ranking list, your eyes met Keigo’s who stood right at the end with Endeavor. He was already looking at you, a reassuring smile on his lips. ‘I’m here,’ it said. ‘Don’t worry.’ They were the exact words he said to you when you cried to him hours before the event started, in the middle of a breakdown: “Baby, I’m here,” he comfortingly said, his gloved hands in yours. “I’ll be right there with you, don’t worry. You’re going to get exactly what you want because you’re an amazing hero.”

The moment he touched you, you felt every single doubt in your head disperse. You felt that he was right, which he was. You couldn’t believe it. The minute the announcer called you, it took everything in you to not scream. You stared at the ranking screen in awe, watching in real time as your name flew up to the twelfth spot. Everyone clapped for you, including Keigo and Rumi who were the loudest. “That’s my friend!” Rumi screamed in her big, boisterous voice, jumping up and down for you. You nearly cried at that moment.

Meanwhile, Keigo was still at no. 2 while Rumi still had her spot at no. 5. After the event, all you wanted to do was fly into Keigo’s arms as he swung you around and coated you in celebratory kisses, but the news anchors had other ideas. You were forced to answer questions and be as kind as you could to the cameras even though all you wanted was a drink and some dick in celebration of your success. When the questions finally ended, you headed to the bathroom to change into your sexy clothes to fully celebrate your ranking.

The girls had the same idea you did for tonight, dressing in their finest, sexiest clothes that would make all heads turn. The only head you wanted to turn tonight was your man’s. Your man. A stupid, giddy smile crosses your lips at the thought of him. You still can’t believe it after all of this time and he’s really your boyfriend now. Speaking of which…

“But what about Keigo?” you ask, shivering in your fur coat and heels. "He’s still stuck at the venue. We’re here to celebrate him too, right?” Rumi pays no mind to your concern as she pulls a bag of pre-rolled blunts out of her purse. She passes one to you, but you shake your head. “He’ll be here later, he said. You know the roaches love their no. 2 pro hero.” She giggles to herself, both of you knowing that the paparazzi adore Keigo because he knows how to work the cameras so well.

“He said to enjoy ourselves even if he can’t make it,” Nemuri points out, repeating the exact words of your boyfriend’s hours before when the event finally ended. You purse your glossy lips at the nightclub’s doors, your bones vibrating at the sound of the music pumping from inside. “I know, but it feels…weird without him.” You were hoping after the ranking event, you’d have some time to be with him. It’s been hard to do much ever since you both started picking up more shifts and work, mostly to keep up the facade that you’re both still single.

It’s been months since you and Keigo started dating…in secrecy. Nothing has been public yet, but you’re not pressed to do so. You and Keigo both agreed to focus on your careers and rankings before letting the world know that you’re together. Plus, due to Keigo’s contract, he’s under obligation to portray himself as a single bachelor in order to garner more love from his fanbase. While that means sneaking around to meet each other for dates and late-night fucking sessions, you would rather have him this way than not have him at all. And whenever he is ready to make things public, you’ll be already too.

“You’re just dick deprived, my love,” Rumi tuts. “But knowing the bird brain, he’ll kill one of the paparazzi just to make it here to see you in your after-event outfit.” She smiles at your eye roll. “Just don’t tongue each other down in front of me. I know y’all are dating and all now, but that shit makes me uncomfortable.”

“You say that like we do it in front of you anyway,” you chuckle. “Us even holding hands disgusts you.”

Like an asshole, Rumi nods. “Well, we think it’s absolutely adorable!” Nemuri retorts, sharply pinching Rumi’s ear, causing the woman to howl. “Now come on before we miss out on all of the fun!”

The club, called “Club Pro”, is a high-end nightclub/bar/restaurant dedicated to all pro heroes who are looking for a night of fun without a camera or paper to autograph in their faces. Behind two tall glass doors is a beautifully decorated room with over three stories, sleek bars filled to the brim with the best booze, leather booths, and lounge areas, hookah sections, and cooks and chefs making the best meals for the best of heroes.

As soon as you walk in, you’re taken over by the dim lights, music, and low-key atmosphere of the place. You start to believe that maybe you’ll enjoy tonight, especially when you catch so many heroes you know enjoying themselves too.

You and the girls walk to the bar stools located near the bar, giving smiles and waves to any heroes you notice and are friendly with. Rumi clears her throat before waving her manicured hand across the sleek bar at one of the bartenders. “Sweetie!” she calls. “A round of shots over here and your best seafood at section five, please!” You raise an eyebrow at her questionably. “Section five?” you question. “Did you make a reservation or something?”

All she gives you is a smile which gives you the feeling that she has something else up her sleeve for tonight. Knowing she won’t tell you shit, you busy yourself on your phone while you wait for the shots to be made. No notifications from Keigo, but your phone is teeming with activity on your Twitter and IG. So many people congratulating you on your ranking. Underneath your photo of you on stage at the ranking event on your IG, you find dozens of comments from adoring fans and fellow heroes, including one in particular that shocks you:

Rei: Congrats, H/N! You deserve it!

You: Thank you! You deserve your ranking as well for being such a wonderful hero. Enjoy it! :)

“That was very sweet of him,” Nemuri comments from beside you. When she notices you watching her stare at your phone screen, she blushes as red as her lipstick. “Oh, I didn’t mean to pry!”

“S’okay, Nemuri,” you giggle. “Yeah, it was sweet.” Nemuri takes this chance to ask you more, worry in her indigo eyes. “So everything is okay between you two? Did he speak to you at the event at all?” You give her a reassuring smile as you shake your head. “Yes and no, but he didn’t have to.”

Since your breakup with Rei after his public proposal and declaration of love at the Hero’s Gala, you and him have been as friendly as two exes can be. You deleted all of his photos from your phone and on your social media platforms, but you still work well together when partnered on missions. Even at the event earlier, when you caught eyes, he gave you a smile and a nod which you returned. It was all that could be done, but it meant everything to you.

The bartender finally returns with a tray of shot glasses filled to the brim with tequila and bowls of salt, lemon, and lime. “Here we are, ladies: a round of tequila,” he announces. Nemuri and Rumi pass him $20 each before you each take a shot glass and raise it high. “To higher rankings now and in the future,” Nemuri says, a proud smile on her face. You each clink your glasses before downing your shots. As the liquid goes down your windpipe, a short fire burns your throat but settles into a warm pit in your stomach.

Yu gasps after drinking her shot and turns to you with a tipsy smile. “So Ms. Popular,” she jokes, “what are you gonna do now that you’re no. 12?”

You giggle, already feeling the alcohol taking effect. “Well, for one, party like it’s 1999. Then I’m going to go home, take a much-needed hot bubble bath, and celebrate in private with Hawks.” You can hardly wait for that last part. Just thinking about your winged man’s naked, muscular body pressed against yours is enough to make you cream.

A ding coming from Rumi’s phone interrupts you and she looks down at her screen. “Speaking of the bird brain…” A slow smile curls onto her lips as she turns to you. “He has a surprise for you.” Yu and Nemuri giggle at each other, a secret shared between them.

You look at each of the ladies, confused. “What?” you chuckle. “Where is he? Is he even here?” You begin to look around for those crimson wings or that halo of hair.

“First, you need to come with us,” Nemuri giggles secretively. “Come on, come on! Take your drink with you!” She and Yu take each of your arms and help you off of your stool before leading you over to the VIP sections.

“Girls, what is going on?” you confusedly ask. “I thought we were takin’ shots at the…” Your words die in your throat when your eyes land on the section five Rumi was speaking of.

Section five is among one of the VIP sections of the club, separated by a velvet room that holds a wide leather booth and a sleek, round table that is currently surrounded with shrimp cocktails, trays of oysters on ice, and gold bottles of the expensive Armand De Brignac Ace of Spades Brut. In the front of all of these delicacies is a tray of multi-flavored cupcakes spread with buttercream frosting each decorated with either a piece of fruit, chocolate, or a sparkler that spouts blue flames that seem familiar to you for some reason. On top of the booth are dozens of rose bouquets and a blinking sign that reads out, “To the no. 12 hero! We love you!” in big, bold letters that light up like the Fourth of July for you. When you turn to face the girls, they each pop confetti poppers at you, sending streams of glitter and streamers all over you. “Congratulations, Y/N!” they each shout.

You are in absolute shock, too overcome to process everything. “W-Who did this?” you softly ask, motioning towards the beautiful arrangement.

“Who do you think?” a familiar, raspy voice asks. “Only one motherfucker can make those flames on those damn cupcakes and it ain’t your man.” You react immediately, your body going tense and your heart flipping. When you turn around, Keigo and Dabi each reveal their hiding places behind the booth, each one of them wearing a proud smile for you.

Keigo comes up to you first, looking hot as fuck in a burgundy Armani sweater, black jeans, and rings on his fingers that you are hoping will show up as indents on your asscheeks later tonight. “Congratulations, baby,” he coos, taking your hands in his. He kisses each of them, holding your eyes with his. “We’re so, so proud of you. I told you that you’d be okay, didn’t I?”

Dabi comes up to you too, dressed in a black tee and sagging jeans with boots and dog tags hanging from his thick, tatted neck. Seeing him there and knowing he helped bring this to life with Keigo makes all of your emotions overflow at once. Tears pool in your eyes as you fling yourself at them, wrapping each of your arms around their necks. “You guys,” you sob. “This is so, so beautiful.”

Each of the guys chuckle at your reaction, holding you closer to them. ”Sorry I couldn’t show up to see you at the event, doll,” Dabi sighs, rubbing your face. “I’m only allowed some hours, so I needed to be real calculated with ‘em. I managed to save enough to come see you tonight.”

You pull away from him, giving him a wobbly smile. “Don’t apologize, Dabi. I’m just so happy you’re here.” He rolls his icy blue eyes at your tearful reaction but smiles nonetheless.

He then steps back to allow you time with Keigo, busying himself with a shot. You take that moment to be with Keigo immediately, feeling deprived of him after going so long without him today. You wrap your arms around him, gazing into his golden eyes. “You did this all for me?” you tearfully whisper, your heart pounding with love and joy all for him.

Keigo tsks, making you giggle at his dramatics. “You kidding me? You deserve this and more, Y/N. You’re the most intelligent, beautiful, hardworking, and determined heroes I know and I’m so blessed to have you in my life.” In his eyes, you see nothing but pure love and admiration for you that you know is real. “If anyone deserves that ranking, it’s you.” He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “And I plan on celebrating with you in private back at my place if you’re down,” he whispers, subtly pressing a soft kiss to your jawline.

You feel a delicious shiver run through your spine as fantasies begin to run through your head as to what he’s got planned. “You serious?” you giggle. “I was hoping I’d get to spend my after-party with you.” You stand up on your tip toes, leaving your lips just inches from his. “I’m gonna hold you to that, Hawks,” you purr.

Keigo is on the exact same time as you, his eyes sharp and hanging onto every movement of your soft lips. “I swear, you drive me crazy," he sighs, pressing his hips against yours. You gasp quietly, feeling his obvious hard-on pressing against you. "Remind me again why." Feeling hot and tingly all over, you press yourself against him, almost as if you're trying to become one with him. "Because you love me," you whisper. Before you know it, his pink, pillowy-soft lips are on yours and you are reminded once again of how happy you are that he is no longer your friend.

In the background, Rumi pretends to vomit, covering her mouth at the sight of you kissing her friend. “Ew, gross!” she gags. “I said no tongue fucking!” Keigo pulls away to wink at her. “You know you love watching this, cotton tail,” he cackles. Dabi side-eyes him as he takes the blunt Rumi is smoking out of her hand and takes a long drag. “Well, I don’t. You guys are fuckin’ disgusting.”

As Keigo begins to argue with your friends, you giggle and laugh so hard that you feel tears prick your eyes. You are filled with so much joy that it is almost impossible to hold still. When your favorite song begins to blast from the overhead speakers of the club, you have the perfect way to let it all out. “Oooh, this is my song!” you excitedly squeal. Quickly, take a shot and down it, slamming it back down on the table. “Come on, let’s go dance!”

“Not before a toast!” Keigo calls. He takes his phone and begins recording before taking his shot and holding it high. You all do the same, standing in a circle with your glasses raised. “To tonight and many other nights like this,” he cheerfully says. "I couldn’t imagine being here with anyone else but you guys.”

His eyes meet yours and you nearly melt, feeling the same exact way he does: you can’t imagine being here with anyone else but him and your wonderful little group of friends. No, family. “Cheers,” you giggle.

“Cheers!” they shout in unison, cheering as you clink glasses with one another. You then down your third shot of the night and by this time, you’re ready to touch the moon.

While the girls scurry to the dance floor and Dabi busies himself getting an oyster, Keigo pulls you closer so he can get a shot of you in his video. “Come here,” he coaxes you, his arm around your waist. His lips then find yours again, catching you by surprise. “Keigo,” you whisper. “What about your contract?”

Keigo gives you a firm look and you know that he doesn’t give a single fuck about any of that. “Fuck it,” he growls. “I want everyone to see that I’m yours and you’re mine.”

You can't be more in love with him. “Well, in that case…” You take his hand in yours and give him a sexy little smile that you know he can’t resist, and won't try to. “Dance with me, baby.”

For the rest of the night after celebrating, Keigo shows you just how glad he is that your friendship is ruined by making your thighs ache and your body tremble against his on his bed as you cum again, and again, and again all over him. And you know as the night goes on that this isn’t just tonight.

This is forever for you.

THE END.

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐖 • 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

SOUNDS OF FOOTSTEPS CAN be heard through the hallways as Y/n makes her way to find her classroom, aka Class 1-A. While walking, she slightly tugged her skirt in annoyance, not liking that she had to wear a uniform. Don't get her wrong; she loved how it looked and thought it was pretty, but that doesn't mean the material the uniform was made of was comfortable.

While walking, Y/n thought about all she had done in the last few weeks of being on Earth-112086. She had to learn about the history of quirks and the laws that were provided to restrict them with the help of Aizawa. She also brushed up on her Japanese with All Might since the last time she spoke the language was when Nat was still around.

Nezu gave Y/n a rundown of the school and explained to her that she could only use one of her powers so as not to raise suspicion. The power she decided on was one of the more useful ones, her Psychic Energy Manipulation. She believes that power will be able to cause the most damage to her enemies and is the best one at protecting others from danger.

Y/n also met the rest of the U.A. faculty and some notable pro heroes charted in the top 10 in the Hero Billboard Chart JP. And during all this happening, Y/n realized truly how different this world was from her own. She was already shocked at the idea of people becoming heroes to be famous since back home, most heroes didn't choose or want a life that involved crime fighting. The puzzle pieces of life just happened to fall like that.

Y/n was also shocked that they had schools specifically designed to train teens to become full-fledged heroes. They go through fake scenarios and fight one another to grasp the idea of what it's like to be put on the spot. It prepared the students for anything and honestly impressed Y/n with how organized it was.

But what shocked the young mutant the most was how everyone accepted the idea of powers. No one had to run and hide for developing a superhuman ability; they were actually praised for having such a thing instead. It felt weird for her to see, but it also made her feel safe and protected. However, she must not let her guard down.

Y/n's thoughts finally broke when she encountered a humongous door with the letters "1-A" painted red. She would be guessing that the reason to have such a large door would be for people with quirks that enhance their height. But then again, this school is uber rich, so they could have large doors for the hell of it.

Y/n took a deep breath before sliding the door open and walking inside the almost empty classroom, with the exception of a few students littered about. She got here early to hopefully not bump into anyone and snag a good seat in the back, which is exactly what she does. As she takes her seat, Y/n whips out a book, The Foster Theory, which Thor highly recommended. This is probably because his ex-girlfriend wrote it.

The young girl was able to read the first few pages until more and more students started showing up, which meant more noise. She gave up on reading after not being able to focus on the book anymore and decided to look out the window instead. Y/n admired how green the grass looked and how today would have been a perfect day for a walk with how clear the skies were.

'Now I can get used to this. What a peaceful da–'

"Take your feet off of that desk now!"

"Huh?!"

"It's the first day, and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property, you cretin!"

"You're kidding me, right? Your old school put a stick up your ass? Or were you born with it?"

'Nevermind... I was expecting too much.'

Y/n reluctantly looked away from nature's beauty and looked over at the two boys causing a scene on the first day. The first boy looked like a stereotypical rule follower with his nicely combed blue hair and spotless glasses. The second boy looked like a wannabe delinquent with his spiky platinum blonde hair, baggy pants, and lack of a tie. What a rebel...

Pulling her gaze away, Y/n noticed a plain-looking, green-haired boy standing at the door's entrance. He seemed to be on the verge of passing out as if seeing the rule follower and wannabe delinquent was like the equivalent of seeing Thanos himself. It didn't help his situation when glasses and blondie stopped bickering and aimed their attention at him.

"It's him."

Those two words caused the entire class to shift their gaze at the helpless boy, and his nervousness seemed to go from 50 to 100 quickly. "Uh, hi."

Of course, the green-haired boy's torturing didn't stop there, as glasses started stiffly marching his way over to the poor boy. "Good morning! My name is Tenya Iida fro–"

Y/n decided she didn't care for the commotion anymore and redirected her gaze back to the peaceful outside setting. She chose her area of focus to be the two young birds flying around outside, playing with one another. But, her peace was interrupted again when she heard Aizawa's voice ring through the air.

"If you're just here to make friends, then you can pack up your stuff now."

Outside the main door, Y/n saw Aizawa lying on the floor in his yellow sleeping bag. His appearance left the whole class shocked and slightly unnerved. He sometimes did this when teaching the young girl quirk history, so she probably shouldn't have been surprised that he would do this to his own students too.

"Welcome to UA's hero course." Aizawa unzipped his sleeping bag and stood up. "It took eight seconds before you all shut up. That's not gonna work. Time is precious. Rational students would understand that."

'Wow! He is amazing at first impressions... not.'

"Hello. I'm Shota Aizawa. Your teacher."

Everyone's faces became even more shocked when Aizawa uttered his last sentence. While everyone was frozen in surprise, the pro hero dug through his sleeping bag to pull out what looked to be a school p.e. uniform.

"Right, let's get to it. Put these on and head outside."

"What? A quirk assessment test?"

"But orientation! We're gonna miss it!" A girl with a brown bob and pink cheeks said, disappointed.

Unlike everyone else, Y/n didn't seem to mind the idea of missing orientation. Even though she was robbed of her to go to a regular school, she understood that orientation usually consisted of sitting with your class and listening to someone speak for an hour or two about the rules.

"If you really wanna make the big leagues, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies. Here at UA, we're not tethered to traditions. That means I get to run my class however I see fit." said Aizawa.

"You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives. But you never got to use your quirks in physical exams before. The country's still trying to pretend we're all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational. One day, the Ministry of Education will learn."

The more Y/n thought about it, the more she agreed with his judgment. A mutant in her world who develops a power that enhances strength would have to make their test results go up gradually to make it look natural. But in a world full of superpowered people, shouldn't it be normalized to use that power in those tests?

"Bakugo, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam. What was your farthest distance throw with a softball when you were in junior high?" Aizawa said, looking at the wannabe delinquent.

"Sixty-seven meters, I think."

"Right. Try doing it with your quirk. Anything goes, just stay in the circle. Go on. You're wasting our time."

While Bakugo was stretching his arms to get ready for the throw, Y/n started wondering what his quirk exactly was. She thought of him cocky and confident, so that must mean his quirk is a powerful one. Powerful enough that it makes you think you're the biggest hotshot at school.

As Bakugo started throwing his ball, an enormous explosion erupted from his hand that caused the ball to shoot through the air at a rapid speed, leaving a fire trail behind it.

"DIE!"

'Holy shit, dude. That's one loud and flashy power. No wonder he was cocky; he probably got praised for developing such a quirk.'

"All of you need to know your maximum capabilities." said Aizawa.

While speaking, the ball falls from the sky and hits the ground, and a beep could be heard from the device Aizawa used to calculate the distance of the throw. He looks down at the machine and then turns towards the class, showing Bakugo's results.

705.2 meters.

"It's the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero."

Y/n looked at the results in awe, but her feeling of awe was less from Bakugo's results and more from this world. At this moment, she finally realized that no one would look down on her for being a mutant and instead treat her as an equal. But her purpose in that world isn't to feel accepted; she's here to complete a mission... Only a mission.

"So this looks fun, huh?"

'Wait, what? Oh, I spaced out, didn't I?'

"You have three years here to become a hero. You think it's all gonna be games and play time?"

The tension rose as Aizawa smirked, glaring at his class.

"Idiots. Today you'll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none, and will be expelled immediately. Like I said, I get to decide how this class runs. Understand? If that's a problem, you can head home right now."

'Okay, so this day just went from 0 to 100 quickly.'

"You can't send one of us home! I mean, we just got here! Even if it wasn't the first day, that isn't fair!" Yelled the girl with pink cheeks. Her protest of Aizawa's teaching methods seems to strike a nerve with him.

"Oh, and you think natural disasters are? Or power-hungry villains? Hm? Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities? No, the world is full of unfairness."

'He's right. Life was never fair back in my world. It isn't fair for the mutants who get hunted down and killed. It isn't fair for the people whose lives were affected by Thanos and the Blip. It isn't fair for Morgan, who has to grow up without her father. Nothing in life was fair.'

"It's a hero's job to combat that unfairness. If you wanna be a pro, you're gonna have to push yourself to the brink. For the next three years, UA will throw one terrible hardship after another at you. So, go beyond. Plus Ultra-style. Show me it's no mistake that you're here."

TEST #1

"Runners, on your marks."

(Y/N) knelt into a standing sprint start, wrapping her red psionic energy around her feet, eyes shifting to red. She was racing against a boy with tape rolls for elbows and black hair falling to his shoulders. The young girl was trying to understand the use of his quirk but decided against it as she had a test to focus on.

"Ready? Go!"

After the confirmation, Y/n lifted a foot off the ground and had her psionic energy push her through the air. She didn't, however, expect her classmate to shoot his tape to a nearby wall and swing through the air like Spiderman. With that swing, the black-haired boy passed her by a few milliseconds.

"4.05 seconds."

"4.15 seconds."

TEST #2

Red energy wraps around the grip strength dynamometer and squeezes down on the machine's handle. The energy vanishes the moment a beep is heard ringing through the air. The device reads 200 kilograms.

'Not too shabby. Though maybe I do need to work on my actual arm strength. I can't always rely on my powers.'

As Y/n puts her dynamometer down, the tape boy's voice is heard exclaiming in shock. Her attention shifts to three boys in her class, the main focus being a boy with multiple arms attached to one another.

"Wow! You hit 540 kilograms? You're such a beast!"

Y/n sweatdrops a little at this statement.

'540 kilograms? Talk about some brute strength.'

TEST #3

The standing long jump was probably the most straightforward test for the young mutant to complete. The objective was to jump across the sandbox and land as far away from the starting point as possible. Y/n levitated herself over and across the box, softly landing on the other side.

TEST #4

The repeated side steps seem to be only helpful for the short boy that could bounce off the purple balls on his head. For this test, Y/n purely relied on the training she received as an Avenger and didn't use her powers. So, she tried her best.

TEST #5

(Y/N) held the ball tight as she wrapped her psionic energy around it, eyes turning red. The moment she threw the ball, a trail of red followed behind it, causing it to fly through the air faster. Once it hit the ground, Aizawa turned to the class and showed her result.

750 meters.

Her score received a collective gasp from the class. Satisfied with her results, Y/n walked back to her classmates as the girl with pink cheeks took her place on the field. The brunette grabbed the ball, and she simply tossed it. After waiting a few minutes for any sign of it falling, Aizawa showed everyone her results. Now the class was even more surprised by what they saw.

"Infinity?!"

As the brunette walked back to her fellow students, Y/n couldn't help but praise the girl for her results. "Wow, that's an amazing quirk you have there! I didn't even know infinity could be possible when throwing a softball."

Pink cheeks blushed a bit at the comment and smiled. "Thank you! But I think my quirk is nothing compared to yours. Those red wispies that come out of your hand are so pretty, and they've helped you in almost every test so far! Oh, I'm Ochako Uraraka, by the way!"

"I'm Y/n L/n. It's really nice to meet you, Uraraka. " Y/n smiled.

Before the two girls could talk to one another more, their attention was taken away by the green-haired boy that walked up to the white circle with the ball in his hand. He looked petrified. He seemed to be contemplating his next move, not wanting to get a bad test result.

'I wonder what his quirk is. His results have been average to low for the previous test, and he's currently the one lagging behind.'

"If Midoriya doesn't shape up soon, he's the one going home." said Iida, arms crossed.

"Huh? Of course, he is. He's a quirkless loser." retaliated Bakugo.

Y/n was confused for a second about why having no power would make you unable to be a hero. Her world had tons of non-superhuman heroes/vigilantes. But then she remembered something that she learned while studying quirk history.

'In this world, there has never been a quirkless hero. So that must mean he has to have a quirk to be in this school.' Now that's a cultural shock for me.

Looking back over at Midoriya, Y/n notices the glint of determination in his eyes. When he threw the ball, streaks of red glowed from his arm. But that seemed to do nothing since... the ball only went 46 meters.

'Well, that was anticlimatic.'

Midoriya looked down at the hand he threw with in utter disbelief, wondering why his quirk wasn't working. He was so sure that he was trying to use it while throwing that ball. However, his question gets answered when he sees Aizawa's scarf and hair start to float, his eyes glowing red.

"I erased your quirk. The judges for this exam were not rational enough. Someone like you should never be allowed to enroll at this school."

Midoriya seemed confused. "Wait, you did what to my-"

And then the realization hit him.

"Ah! Those goggles. I know you! You can look at someone and cancel out their powers. The Erasure Hero: Eraser Head!"

'Right, Aizawa's quirk erases people's powers. He tested out his quirk on me to see if it would do the same effect on mutants. It did. I guess mutations and quirks work the same in the human body.'

Aizawa continued talking to Midoriya but lowered his voice so that only the greenette could hear. Not being able to hear them and not wanting to eavesdrop, Y/n looked over at Uraraka.

"Do you have any idea what they are talking about? I can't hear them." Uraraka asked, looking concerned for the boy.

"Whatever it is, Mr. Aizawa only wants Midoriya to know." responded Y/n.

Suddenly, Aizawa's scarf was wrapped around the poor boy's body, pulling him close and glaring at him. The probability of their teacher's words being advice was slim. After a few moments, he let the boy go. The tension was high, and everyone wondered if anything Aizawa said to Midoriya was even good or helpful.

"I wonder if our teacher gave him some advice." said Iida.

"Probably told him to start packing."

"Do you just dedicate yourself to being the biggest asshole towards Midoriya? Or were you just born that?" Y/n asked, smirking a bit at how easy it was to make Bakugo angry.

"What did you say to me, you extra?!"

"It was just a question. No need to get pissy about it."

Y/n looked back a Midoriya, worried if the poor boy would even use his quirk. He was looking at the ball in his hand, a million thoughts going through his mind. Then that look of determination returned in his eyes as he threw the softball. The speed and power that was used in that throw was amazing.

'If he had such a powerful quirk all this time, why did he decide now to use it?'

Y/n's eyes drifted down to Midoriya's now broken finger. Her question was answered by seeing how damaged it was.

'Oh... That must be it. He doesn't know how to control his power.'

The softball hit the ground with a light thud, and another beep is heard from the device in Aizawa's hand. The teacher looked down at the machine and then back up at Midoriya in shock as if he wasn't expecting anything to come from the boy's throw. Aizawa turned the device over to the class and showed the results.

705.3 meters.

"He threw it over 700 meters!"

"Nice, he's finally showing us his true power!"

"But his finger appears to be broken now. Just like in the exam. This quirk is very odd."

"It wasn't a very pretty throw."

As more and more students voiced their opinions about Midoriya's results and his self-destructive quirk, Y/n decided to look over at Bakugo, who was the only one quiet. She was expecting him to say something, considering that he obviously didn't like the green-haired boy, but the only thing she saw was his face of pure shock. But that didn't last long.

Bakugo's open palms started bursting with small explosions, and his once-shocked expression turned to one of anger. He charged toward Midoriya, hand reaching toward him with the intent of using his quirk.

"Hey! Deku, you bastard! Tell me how you did that, or you're dead!"

Bakugo's running abruptly stopped when the fabric of Aizawa's scarf went around and restrained the boy. No matter how hard he pulled, the blonde couldn't escape his current trap.

"What? Why the hell is your damn scarf so strong?"

"Because it's a capture weapon made out of carbon fiber and special metal alloy. Stand down. It'd be wise to avoid making me use my quirk so much. It gives me serious dry eye. You're wasting my time now. Whoever's next can step up."

Bakugo's restraints were free once Aizawa was done speaking, but the boy didn't move. He didn't even look at Midoriya, who slowly started walking away from him and going over to the rest of the students. The blonde just kept glaring at the ground.

"Ouch, is your finger okay?" asked Uraraka, concerned for Midoriya's finger.

"Sure. Fine!"

Y/n wasn't paying attention to the two students' conversation, too busy keeping her attention and gaze on Bakugo. He seemed furious, but not like before. His anger was now concerning and seemed to be coming from a place of insecurity. Unconsciously, her eyes flickered red as she started listening in on the blonde's thoughts.

'Until the exam, he was nothing. A little bug I could crush if I wanted to. Just an annoying bug that I can smash into the ground.'

"All right, time to give you your results. I've ranked you all from best to worst. You should probably have a good idea of your standing already. I'll just pull up the whole list. It's not worth going over each individual's score." explained Aizawa.

Midoriya feared seeing his ranking, not wanting to be the one in last place, and getting expelled. When Y/n looked over at him, she felt bad, knowing that he would probably end up last. However, she also knew Aizawa wasn't going to expel him. The mutant saw the look in the teacher's eyes. She didn't even need to read his mind to know that he was going to break his own rule.

Once the beep was heard, everyone immediately looked for their names as the hologram turned on with the rankings displayed. Midoriya, whose eyes were closed, started slowly opening them. And when he found his name, his heart dropped to his stomach.

He was in the last place...

Then the hologram vanished.

"And I was lying, no one's going home. That was just a rational deception to make sure you gave it your all in the tests."

Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida all yelled in shock, causing Y/n to stifle her laugh. She knew Aizawa wouldn't turn away a student with so much hidden potential. It honestly would be foolish if he did so. Once everyone settled down from their state of both relief and panic, Aizawa started speaking again.

"That's it. We're done for the day. Pick up a syllabus in the classroom. Read it over before tomorrow morning."

Y/n felt drained, not having been mentally or physically prepared to do so much on the first day. But, even though she was tired and just wanted to sleep, she was excited about what was coming from this school. Except, she wasn't supposed to be. She was supposed to be looking for multiversal anomalies, but she found none in the past few weeks of being in this world.

These anomalies have been hiding in spots that Y/n can't seem to find, and it was frustrating her. She felt selfish for having a good time at U.A. when people from her world were out there possibly plotting against this world. If only she could get some type of lead in this mission.

"L/n! Wait up!"

Y/n turned towards the voice and was greeted by the happy aura that Uraraka naturally seemed to have around her. The mutant smiled a bit and slightly waved her hand at the brunette.

"You know, Uraraka, you can just call me by Y/n. There is no need for formalities."

"Oh, okay! Well then, you can call me Ochako!"

Y/n chuckled a bit at her enthusiasm as the two girls continued walking together. They had some nice small talk about what happened at school until Ochako noticed Iida and Midoriya a few feet in front of them, also talking to one another. The brunette called out to the two boys with her bright smile and happy aura.

"Hey! Wait up, you two! Are you going to the station? We'll join you guys!"

She started running up to the duo, and Y/n followed suit.

"I'm Ochaco Uraraka. Let's see, you are Tenya Iida. And your name is... Deku, right? Midoriya?"

"Deku?!"

"Uh, yeah, isn't that what Bakugo called you? Right?"

"Uh, well, my name's actually Izuku. Deku's what Kacchan calls me to make fun of me." Midoriya says, a little panicked and embarrassed.

'I knew that guy was an asshole.'

"Oh, I didn't realize that! I'm sorry. But you know what? I like Deku. It could make a great hero name! Plus, I think it sounds kinda cute."

"Deku it is!"

Iida and Y/n deadpanned at Midoriya's quick acceptance of the insulting nickname, and when they pointed it out, the boy started blushing even more. Luckily for the freckled boy, the attention drifted away from him when Iida realized he was never introduced to Y/n.

"I'm sorry, I've never properly introduced myself to you. How rude of me! I'm Tenya Iida."

"Oh, it's alright! I'm Y/n L/n, but you can just call me Y/n."

Iida was shocked at the idea of calling a girl he had just met by her first name. After all, the norm in Japan is to call people by their last name since it is the respectful thing to do. Of course, that doesn't apply if you are close to one another.

"But isn't that a bit too forward? We don't want to be disrespectful." asked Midoriya.

"Oh, well, I'm actually a transfer from America, so it's normal to call friends by their first name. But if you both are uncomfortable with doing so, that's understandable."

"A transfer? I would have never guessed. Your Japanese is really good, and you barely have an accent!" gushed Ochako.

"Well, if calling you by your first name is what you are comfortable with, then it is our responsibility as your classmates to respect that!"

Y/n chuckled a bit at Iida's response but thanked him for being considerate. After introductions, the four students continued their way to the train station, getting to know each other better. The young mutant was having a great time being around kids her age since she usually was with much older people. She liked it here.

'Yeah, I can get used to this.'

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Paralyze.

Chapter 80

It was Saturday evening, where Katsuki and I were lazing around in his room, cuddling on his bed with the TV going off as background noise while we peacefully read shoujo manga together.

My back was against the headboard, and he was lying on between my legs, his back pressed to my chest. We were reading while waiting for the Hero Billboard Chart JP to be broadcasted on live TV.

We had been locked up in his room pretty much the entirety of the day, and I wasn't complaining, besides reading together there have been some kisses here and there, totally innocent kisses... Definitely.

"I'm gonna miss this tomorrow..." I heard Katsuki mumble as he flipped to the next page, and I hummed quietly in a way to ask him why, "I have to help shitty hair and dunce face study, something about getting confused with the equations."

"Oh... You're gonna miss the comfortable peace you have with me, puppy?" He nodded and shifted in place turning slightly to the side, and I could feel the gentle grace of his breath on my neck.

"And that's why you're staying with us, otherwise I will lose my mind with those idiots," I chuckled and lifted my hand to gently touch his face.

"Of course..." I trailed on as I remembered tomorrow was Sunday, "I uh... I can't, Katsuki." I felt him tense against me and he pushed himself up to look at me.

"Wha-? Why?!" He exclaimed with a frown and I sighed, trying to come up with the correct way to explain to him, "It better be a good fucking reason."

"Katsuki," I called his name and held his face in my hands, making him look me in the eyes, "I'm gonna be meeting up with Endeavor tomorrow, that's why I can't be with you."

His frown deepened, but his body relaxed a little, "And why are you meeting up with that old man?"

"That's the part I'm not sure about yet, but I figured it must be important," we stayed quiet for a moment, "Please don't get mad, I will be with you all day today, okay?" Before he could answer me, the TV caught our attention.

"This is the first Billboard Chart since Kamino's incident where All Might, the Symbol of Peace, retired." We turned to look at the screen, "Everyone understands how important this is."

Katsuki closed the manga and cuddled up to me, holding me tightly and I did the same, I could see his grumpy expression, but at least he wasn't lashing out at me, which I was glad about. "You're not going anywhere, dumbass."

His voice was muffled as his cheek was pressed to my chest, and I smiled to myself, reaching my hand up to gently play with his spiky blond hair.

"I don't want to either way."

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I walked out of my room after taking a shower and got dressed with something comfortable for going out as I wasn't sure what I should wear, I headed downstairs after making sure I had my phone and hero license on me, the last one was just a precaution.

"Oh, (M/n)," Shouto stood up from the couch and went up to me, "My dad told me he sent a chauffeur over to pick you up, it should be coming by in a bit."

"Alright, thank you!" He smiled at me and made his way back to sit next to Izuku while I rushed to the kitchen. Maybe I couldn't make a decent lunch, but I could eat something before I left, so I grabbed some bread and rummaged around the fridge for anything I could eat it with. And I did.

I ate a few pieces of bread and drank some water before walking by the common room, "See you later, everyone!" They greeted me back and I walked out, making my way across the brick pathway to patiently wait. That's when I saw Aizawa sensei coming back to the dorms, a grocery bag in his hand, "Need help, sensei?" He looked at me and shook his head and began to walk past me.

"Come back at 7pm, not a minute late, understood?" I smiled and nodded with a 'Understood!' as I watched him enter the dorm.

After a few minutes of leaning against the stone wall, I heard the front door closing and I glanced over my shoulder. Katsuki was making his way toward me with his typical slouched stance and hands in his pockets. "Miss me already?"

He tsked at my teasing and leaned on the wall next to me, "Figured I would keep you company for a while," I smiled and looked around. There was no one in sight, and although we were out in the open, I still did it.

I reached my hand to Katsuki's face and turned him to face me, before leaning in and kissing him. He kissed me back slowly, keeping a steady pace before we pulled back simultaneously, "Love you." I mumbled against his lips, and a subtle pink blush showed up on his face, making me smile.

"...Love you too... Idiot~," and of course he had to add that, but I didn't mind it, it was Katsuki's love language after all.

Right as I was about to kiss him again, I heard the sound of an engine, so I backed away and looked over Katsuki's shoulder. A black car was coming our way, soon stopping before us.

A man in a suit got off of the front seat and stared at us, "Endeavour is waiting for you, young (L/n)." He spoke while moving back to open the back door for me.

For some reason, I wasn't expecting the chauffeur to know my name, but then again, Endeavour wouldn't send someone to get me if they didn't know who I was.

"Alright..." I turned to look at Katsuki, and he seemed annoyed yet sad that I had to leave, "See you later, Katsuki," I leaned down to give him a kiss on the cheek before making my way to the car and getting in.

The door closed and I lowered the tinted window, waving at Katsuki as the car began to move. He waved back and I stared back at him until the car turned a corner and he was out of my sight. I slumped back on the seat and looked out the window for a few seconds.

"We're going to Endeavor's agency?" The man and I made eye contact through the rearview mirror and he shook his head slightly.

"Endeavor is in Kyushu with Hawks at the moment, so we're going there, kid," I nodded and got comfortable in the back.

"Alright, thank you, sir."

#paralyze fic #bakugou katsuki fanfic #bakugou x male #bakugou x male reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader

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Chapter 185

At the Billboard Chart, Hawks gives a speech and talks to Endeavor.

Page 1 ➼ Hawks is second place on the Hero Billboard Chart JP

Page 2 ➼ As the president of the HPSC speaks, Hawks' lips pull to the side in boredom and he restlessly wiggles his head from side to side, hands in pockets. Endeavor stands stoic beside him, full-flame.

'Psst!' Hawks whispers. 'How's it feel to be on top?'

Endeavor glares. Disappointed, Hawks mimes zipping his mouth shut.

Page 4 ➼ The top ten give speeches, and Hawks grimaces.

Page 5 ➼ Edgeshot gives his speech. He talks about how he doesn't do the job for reputation.

Hawks raises his eyebrows and makes a sarcastic OK sign. 'Who the heck do you think wants to hear that crap?' he cuts in loudly. (People like Stain, yeah?).

Page 6 ➼ At Hawks' words, there's silence. Miruko compliments Hawks. Hawks snatches the microphone out of the hands of the woman offering it to Edgeshot and faces Miruko.

'I just hate holding back how I feel.' He flaps his wings. 'Ahem...' he coughs, and begins his own speech.

'You wanna talk public support? Best Jeanist would be no. 1 if that was all that mattered, thanks to the boost he's gotten during his leave of absence. I'd be second, Edgeshot'd be third, Endeavor fourth, and so on. Public approval? Sure, it matters more than anything else now, but c'mon...'

Page 7 ➼ Hawks continues his speech. 'This isn't the time to dwell on the past. And you say that staying the course is the answer. Our symbol's gone.' With a flap of his wings, he rises above the stage floor, up to where the lights glare down from the roof. 'Today's a turning point, so what I don't wanna hear is a bunch of PR-friendly soundbites from the guys and gals below me. Try coming up with something actually heroic to say!'

Page 8 ➼ The narration describes Hawks as he looks down on the crowd. [Hawks... Age 22. A hero who broke into the top three last ranking. He started his own agency at just 18 and made it into the top ten of that year's second rankings. The world's first ever to make top ten as a teenager. That fast, that young. People say he does things a little too fast.] The crowd chatters, Rock Lock disapproves.

Page 9 ➼ 'That's all from me.' Hawks drops back to the ground. He hands Endeavor the mic with a 'you're next' and a serious smile.

Page 11 ➼ Hawks claps for Endeavor's speech.

Page 12 ➼ In a room marked with Endeavor's nameplate, Endeavor shakes Hawks by the jacket as though he could shake the sass out and demands an explanation for his behaviour. Hawks leans back with a wide grin.

'Yikes! Sorry for putting you on the spot there! Everyone was just rattling off the usual lines, so I thought we needed to shake things up.'

That leads Endeavor to assume Hawks was testing him, but he lets Hawks go free. 'No way!' Hawks refutes. 'More like assisting! It did the trick, right?'

Hawks brings a hand up to his visor and draws it down from his eyes.

'I wasn't a big fan of All Might. I never wanted to be like him. But even so, him stepping down came as a shock to me.'

Page 13 ➼ 'You'll never be idolised, not the way he was. Still... there's no denying that we seriously need a new leader these days. So thanks for the reassurance! You were cool up there!' Hawks beams at Endeavor.

Endeavor wonders if he's being mocked. He asks if Hawks wants to be the new leader, the new no 1.

'Do I look like the type to you?' Hawks laughs. 'I wish I was lower down. There's more freedom there! (Between 20th and 30th place).' Endeavor turns away. He tells Hawks he should apologize to the others.

Page 14 ➼ Hawks pops his visor back on and reaches out for Endeavor. 'Hang on, I'm just getting to the good part!' he says, but Endeavor yells at him to go away.

'I'm thinking we should team up.' Hawks says more seriously. 'Back in my neck of the woods, there've been some nasty sightings. I'm talking Nomu. Remember them?'

That gets Endeavor's attention.

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#hawks #takami keigo #fansite #chapter 185 #Hawks appearances

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1. How did she meet edgejeanist?

2. Is she Alive after s6?

if I'm honest, I'm not sure! I have a few things in mind but I'm waiting to make the final choice just in case I think of something more interesting.

⤷ the first idea was that Shimori meets Shinya in kindergartden, they become friends because Shimori thought Shinya's quirk was absolutely insane (in her 5 y/o words) and Kamihara was a very silent child that quite appreciated Kizatachi's interest and compliments (basically the extrovert x introvert dynamic). Shimori often encouraged him to talk to her about his interests, finding out he had a thing for ninjas.

they separate in middle school to go to different schools and they lose touch for years, but reencounter once again at UA's doors when they're about to take the entrance exam. They cherish that they end up in the same class and as the academic year goes on, they meet a Second Year of the Hero Course: Tsunagu Hakamada. These two spied on the second year/s more than once because they wanted to see and learn more about this Hakamada guy that always hid his face and that was also one of the best of his class, thinking they could learn something from him to become heroes. The moment they gained the courage to speak to him, it was the moment they would never leave Tsunagu's side like two annoying kids. I love to think Shinya and Shimori were the "dumb energy" duo of the group while Tsunagu the one having to deal with them. Hakamada can't seem to help it and ends up warming up to this duo and they start hanging out together as friends.

⤷ another idea I had is that she just met them when she was climbing through the rankings, maybe when she ranked as the no. 8 hero, she met Tsunagu for the first time, at the Hero Billboard Chart JP event when he was ranking beneath her as no. 9. Shimori found Tsunagu's hero suit a bit hilarious but still decided to compliment it "You have taste" she said, the fiber hero glanced at her sideways, up and down "Thank you. You too". That's probably the first time they exchanged words, since they've never really seen eachother before if it wasn't via News and TV. This happened when Shimori was 29 and Tsunagu 31. Probably they stop by and talk with eachother a bit after the event is over, exchanging ideals and opinions, getting along quickly and maybe grabbing a coffee afterwards. And as for Shinya, I still have to think about it, maybe they did meet eachother while doing hero work at a same area/case or something like that.

2. and yes! luckily she is alive after s6 and I'm not planning on unalive her anytime soon so she'll be fine! :)

➥ either way battydora will make sure I interact with one or both of them, don't worry. also stay tuned for my backstory, it'll be coming soon!

(a/n: i made her say that >:)

#hey rika!! :D #i'm still unsure about inkjeanistshot's (squad name?) backstory #the first one is so cool and cliche and i love it a lot but the second one is seducing me. it has a lot of potenial AAAAHHH #i can't choose!! 😫#(the second one leaves space for a more romantic development between the characters while the first one not that much)#idk in the end it all depends on the course i want the story to take #what do you think? :D #/lh #thanks for asking! ✨🍀#❝🎭🖌️–ink hero.❞ ✧༄#rika! ✩

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Red Velvet

By: Broccoli and Dandelion (TDCat), MXTT

Summary: A drunken promise follows Shouto and Katsuki over the years as they try to grow up, follow their dreams, and find love.

Edited 11/22/18: Split into chapters for easier reading.

Status: Complete

Words: 22,272 Chapters: 6/6 Language: English

Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M, M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Original Female Character(s)

Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Shouto/Original Character(s), Bakugou Katsuki & Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tag: Future Fic, Getting Together, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Aged-Up Character(s), Asexual Character, Weddings, Birthday Party, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Dialogue Heavy, Implied Sexual Content, POV Todoroki Shouto, Pro Hero Bakugou Katuski, Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, JP Hero Billboard Chart, uraraka is a good friend, Midoriya Knows Everything, maybe OOC but we don’t really know what the characters are going to be like when they grow up, Cake, tainted sofas, a hole in a wall, Not Like That, BakuTodo Week 2018 Vol. 2, Manga spoilers through chapter 165

#ao3 #mha fanfic #todobaku

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let-me-be-your-hero · 3 years

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#my hero academy characters #My hero academy #my hero academia #mha #mha manga #boku no hero academia #boku no hero manga #bnha manga #bnha #pro hero #hero ranking #hero billboard chart jp

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hyper-hawks · 4 years

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Everyone talks about the speech I made at the last JP Billboard Chart event like it was one of the biggest things I’ve done there as if I didn’t raid the buffet the time I made number 3

which I did, by the way.

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mysterylover123 · 4 years

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My Hero Academia Episode 87 “JP Hero Billboard Chart”

mysterylover123

HOLY SHIT WE’RE REALLY DOING THIS

Eri has reached peak adorableness.

Mirio’s sweater game is on point and Miri/Tama is still going strong, confirmed.

OH MAN. KACCHAN DEAR.

PEAK ADORABLENESS PART 2. Also I see what you’re doin there Bones. With Todoroki in the background, spying on Deku. I see what ya did there.

DAMMIT WHERE’S MY BKDK PANEL FROM THE MANGA SCENE? (the one where they both react to AFO’s mention, cause, you know, OFA.)

The top 10 pros! I only post this guy because he’s apparently (MANGA SPOILERS) the one Mina, Tooru and Aoyama intern with in the Winter arc, and I wanna know how that went. Bones you’d better bless us with lots of Filler in that arc about how the other internships went.

FYEAH. I cannot wait to see how they animate those panels from the manga where she does, you know. Manga readers. YA’ll know.

aka the main reason people are watching this episode.

First impressions of fans: Ah, this guy seems cool. (MASSIVE MANGA READER SPOILERS: Damn you man you just effing killed Twice in the most recent chapter! and maybe Best Jeanist too! dammit, let me say it again for emphasis: fucking murdered Twice. Just straight up. OMG.)

And thus begins the Buddy Cop Bromance of the year.

METAHUMAN LIBERATION. hahahahaha cries in nervous manga reader sounds like “season 5 omg”

CANTCHASEE KUN MAKES HIS ANIME DEBUT!! (sorry I didn’t grab a cuter screencap of him, this was just so good)

You know if there wasn’t such a massive age difference between these two I’d be shipping them. This totally looks like a date. Ah fuck it, I’ll do it anyway. (SPOILER maybe they can bond now over abusing Shoto and fucking murdering Twice).

HAHA more nervous Season 5 sounds.

OMG. HOLY CRAP. ARE WE REALLY DOING THIS?!

YES WE ARE. OMG HOLY CRAP. Next episode is called “His start?!” OMG that chapter is a really long way off from this one. ARE WE DOING THE PRO HERO ARC RIGH T THE FUCK NOW?! WHERE ARE YOU LEAVING OFF SEASON 4? Are you really gonna do us like that?!

OK so now I cannot freaking wait for Episode 25. What the hell is awaiting us now?! Where is this season leaving off? Are we really gonna drop Anime onlys off right in the middle of the Pro Hero arc and leave em there for however long it takes to get to season 5? Oh you poor children. You poor anime onlys. (also let me repeat again SPOILERS: hawks you just fucking killed Twice wtf).

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mackjlee9 · 3 years

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Takami Keigo (Hawks) x Fanboy!Male!Reader [Smut]

Warning; daddy kink, belly bulge, overstimulation, mind-break.

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Boku no Hero Academia

Requested by Joaoxxx123 on Wattpad.

I had my phone in my hand, checking the hero websites that I like the most when I stopped at the Hero Billboard Chart JP.

Number one hero, Endeavor. Number two hero, Hawks...

The moment I saw the picture of him, my breath hitched.

Something about his appearance was drawing me in, and I didn't know why. Ever since I was a kid, I've always admired heroes, All Might was one of my favorite ones, but he might be too "old", but now I had a favourite hero.

Even if it was just because of how beautiful he looks.

His blond hair was pushed back, golden eyes that seemed to be looking through my soul, and a magnificent pair of red wings on his back. Instantly, I opened another browser tab and began doing a bit of research about him. One thing that called my attention was his age, he is a year older than me. And that was how I spent my time.

Ever since that day, I fell in love with Hawks, and I was not scared to show it. I talked about him with my friends all the time, even though I knew they were getting tired of it, I just simply couldn't stop myself, and the result of that, was me getting called a "simp". I was totally okay with that too!

The first week as a simp, I got a job, which was good for me, because now I was able to assist to every hero event where he was featured in, and I got to meet him every time. You could say I was a lucky fanboy, but I actually wasn't, or at least not totally. I could never afford a VIP/Backstage pass, so I just got to see him when he was in his stand to sign things.

Hawks seemed amused every single time I squealed in front of him, turning into a blushing and stuttering mess, he would laugh at that, making me feel blessed as if I just heard an angel's voice, and I would leave in shock, fanboying when I arrived home.

But, I noticed something about Hawks, that it obviously wasn't on his hero profile description.

His golden eyes seemed to always stay on muscular and taller males, those who would go with their girlfriends or boyfriends too, and his behavior would drastically change. Hawks' cute and adorable exterior turned a hundred and eighty into a massive flirt. It did make me jealous when I saw that occur right before my eyes, but I also felt hurt, because he would never look at me that way, and that day, I left the event, without even talking to Hawks.

A few weeks went past and I contained myself from going to another hero event, so I had been saving my money ever since the last time. And today, I got off from work early.

I had one of my earphones/earbuds on, listening to my favorite song. My house was close to my workplace, so I just walked back every day, and on the way, there was an alleyway, the only one in the area. Usually, it has the light turned on, as it's pretty safe around here, but this was the first time it didn't seem to be.

A struggle-like noise reached my ears, and I stopped completely, turning my head to look into the alleyway. I saw what seemed to be two males, one taller than the other, more muscular too. I would've walked away from there, it if wasn't for a familiar voice.

"L-let go o-of me..." his voice was loud enough for me to hear him, and I instantly knew who it was.

I don't know what came over me, but I ran into that alleyway, getting their attention. At first, Hawks didn't seem happy about seeing me there, and the unknown male didn't like it either. He turned towards me and held Hawks tightly by his neck, lifting him off the ground. My (e/c) eyes stared in anger at what he was doing to my precious Hawks, and my quirk activated on its own.

My quirk is the main reason why I am such a fan of heroes. Sleep breath, is the name of mine, and it's pretty useless. I can release chloroform-like fog breath, that can knock out whoever I want, but it only works with one person at a time and lasts for about a minute. It's not much, it's not amazing nor flashy, but it was really handy in this situation.

I took a deep breath and focused the fog in my mouth to go in a straight line, directing it towards the taller male. The grey cloud of fog came out and he stared at it with confusion, trying to push it with his hand, but he breath it in. In almost an instant, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he fell to his knees, releasing his grip on Hawks.

I rushed towards him before he fell, and I held him in my arms, pushing away the hair covering his face, inspecting him for any kind of injury.

"Are you okay, Hawks?" His golden eyes looked up at me, tears were falling down his face and clouding his eyes. He seemed out of it, only staring at my face. My sight trailed down to his neck, where the red marks of his fingers were turning purple, and I kinda panicked. I stood up with him still in my arms and walked out of the alley.

People were looking at us, but I just ignored them, resuming my way home.

The entire walk there, I couldn't help but feel observed by Hawks, he was still staring at me, but something about the look in his eyes made me feel giddy and nervous, and even then, I tried to brush it out.

After a few minutes, I stopped walking as I stood at my front door and I put Hawks down, took out my keys from my pocket, and opened the door. I helped him walk in and closed the door behind us, taking him to the couch. He sat down slowly, groaning and he looked over his shoulder at his wings.

Just now I noticed that his white tee had some blood on it. I hurried to inspect his back and lifted his shirt a bit. There was blood dripping from the base of his right wing, and I rushed to the bathroom, going to grab the first-aid kit.

I'm not sure what happened the next couple of hours, but I snapped back to reality when I noticed Hawks extremely close to my face, which made me get really embarrassed so quickly. I tried to back away, but just then I noticed I was trapped between him and the armrest of the couch. My hands moved up to press them on his chest, attempting to push him back.

"You're name is (M/n), right?" I flinched at the mention of my name, feeling my face getting hotter.

"Y-yeah..." was all I managed to say, Hawks smiled at me and backed away, taking his phone out of his pants pocket, he unlocked it and gave it to me.

"Give me your number," I just stared at him, dumbfounded. I mean, I was flattered but also a bit confused about the situation. My mind couldn't comprehend why he... wanted my number.

"Wh-?" He pressed a finger on my lips and made me grab his phone.

"Your number, please." His voice was soft and his golden eyes were staring directly into my (e/c) ones, it made me shiver and I just nodded in complete silence. "Good," I typed my phone number and wrote my name, adding it to his contact list.

Hawks stayed at my house for another hour or so, before I called a cab for him to take him home. Right as I was about to close the front door, he called out to me.

I looked at him as he walked up to me and kissed my cheek.

"Thank you," he smiled at me, a blush on his face and he turned around, walking towards the parked cab in front of my house.

After a few minutes, I snapped back into reality, and I closed the door behind me, feeling how my heart was beating, I could almost hear it pounding in my ears. I slid down the closed door and I covered my face with my hands.

"What the hell just happened...?"

My phone vibrating on my coffee table startled me, I got up and grabbed it. An unknown number had just sent me a message.

Unknown;

I want to get to know you better, (M/n), how about we meet up tomorrow?

I just stared blankly at my phone screen, thinking once more... what the hell happened today?

//////

A few weeks after that incident, Keigo and I started to grow closer -I mean, he told me his real name the second time we met up-. We texted almost every day and we met up a couple of times, but I noticed something different about him. His behavior was off.

I couldn't help but recall those days when he would flirt with other males during his hero event, and then how he treated me, the girls, and some other guys. Now, he treated me like I was one of those muscular guys, which was kinda confusing.

But just knowing that he was flirting with me made my stomach flutter, and after his fifth attempt, I decided to take the lead.

Keigo was sitting next to me, pressed against my side and holding my arm, rubbing his chest on it as his chin rested on my shoulder, looking up at me with a tiny smirk. I looked into his eyes, and then down to his lips. He noticed it and slowly licked them, biting on his lower lip seductively.

His golden eyes were shining, the anticipation was in them, mixing with obvious lust. I didn't say anything, I cupped his cheek and leaned down to kiss him, Keigo gasped in the kiss, his hand reaching up to hold me by the neck, as he knelt on the couch.

My hands traveled down to hold his hips, gripping tightly and tilting my head back as I made him sit on my lap.

Keigo's hips moved back and forth almost instantly, grinding his ass on my crotch, letting out whimpers as my hands squeezed his ass, forcing his hips to move harder. He pulled away from the kiss, panting and supporting himself with his hands on my shoulder. His eyes stared into mine, gasping softly every time his erection rubbed against my stomach.

"Fuck, (M/n)... I want you so badly~," he whined in a whisper, leaning down to place kisses down my jaw. Keigo kept moving his hips on his own, so I moved my hands to undo his pants in a quick motion.

I slipped my hands under his clothes, pushing his jeans and underwear down to his mid-thighs. He moaned as his erection sprung free, and his hand traveled down to hold onto the hem of my shirt. Keigo started to pull it up, whining and squirming needily.

"T-take it off... I want you to fuck me, (M/n), pleeeeaasee~," he dragged his words as I held the base of his dick, stroking up and down slowly, teasing his tip every time my hand went up, "FuUck, do-don't te-tease me l-like that, daddy... I want you..."

He whimpered against my neck, attempting to muffle his sounds, but I was just focusing on that one word he said.

"You're such a fucking slut, Takami... calling me daddy like that," he moaned at my words, thrusting his up on my hand, making me jerk him off and rub on my own painful erection.

"D-daddy, pleeease~, I want your cock inside me... I need to feel you stretching me out," his words were slurred, tugging on my shirt harshly as he kept grinding on me.

Keigo wasn't stopping, in fact, he was getting faster, so I decided I had enough.

I let go of his dick and tightly gripped his hips, making him stop, something that made him let out a frustrated whine.

"Fuck, daddy... I was so close to cumming~," one of his hands let go of my shirt and started to reach up, but before he could tangle his fingers on my hair, I gripped his wrist. "(M-m/n)... wha-?"

"Turn around, Keigo." I saw him flinch in surprise, but his body also trembled, and I noticed his cock twitching against his stomach. He swallowed and got up from my lap.

Very slowly, he turned around and I just sat there, feeling my own dick twitch with just seeing his firm and round ass. Keigo glanced over his shoulder for an instant, before his face turned completely red, and looked away again. "(M/n), would you-?"

I cut him off again by holding his cheeks apart, staring at his pink, puckered entrance. Keigo whimpered at how rough I was and shifted, trying to pull away from me, but I grabbed his arms so he would stay still.

"It's daddy to you, Takami, remember that or you'll be punished." I saw how his wings shuddered too and that made me feel powerful.

I fully pulled down his pants and underwear, getting out a gasp from him.

"D-daddy, what... are you doing?" He whispered slowly, as if unsure to ask me. I didn't answer, I pressed my hand in the space between his wings, pressing on his spine, making him bend down. His palms ended on the coffee table, holding himself up. "Da-daddy, this p-position is-is a bit..."

My hand slid down his back, until both of them were back on his cheeks, spreading them apart, showing me the place where I wanted to be inside of. I licked my lips for an instant, then I leaned closer and stuck my tongue out, licking up his twitching hole.

Keigo's body trembled aggressively, his wings twitching too, "GaAh! Daddyyyy~, fuck... d-don't do t-that..." he whined cutely as his hips were slightly pushing back against my face. I squeezed his ass for a moment, before slapping it hard. "AaHh!"

I pressed the tip of my tongue on his hole, starting to push it in slowly. Keigo kept moaning and whining, telling me to stop and not do that, but his hips were trembling as he kept pushing back on my tongue, fucking himself.

My tongue lapped around his walls, pressing on every sensitive spot of his insides. Keigo was whimpering 'Daddy' nonstop, and the hot noises he was letting out were going straight to my dick. After a few more seconds, I pulled my tongue out getting an unsatisfied whine from the hero.

I stuck my fingers in my mouth, using my tongue to wet them a bit. Taking them out, I neared my hand to his twitching hole, and I traced around it with my fingers, causing Keigo to flinch and gasp in surprise. The tips of my fingers pressed against it and began pushing inside slowly. Keigo hissed softly and I noticed his grip tighten on the coffee table, so I kept my fingers still for a couple of minutes.

Right as I was about to move them again, Keigo clenched around them and thrust his hips back. He really loves fucking himself... and doing things without my permission.

With a weird and new feeling, I started to stretch him gently, pushing in and out while doing slow scissors motion, I felt around for that slight bump inside of him, and I found it pretty easily.

Keigo let out a really high-pitched moan as he squeezed my fingers. "Da-daddy, th-that... I-it feels good there~." He gasped desperately, trying to move his hips back, but I didn't let him.

"Not so fast, Keigo, we don't have to rush things..." I whispered in a soft voice, but he whined again and shook his head no.

"I-I can't wait longer... I want you, daddy." Keigo wasn't listening to my words, and he kept pushing against my fingers, something that was making me a bit mad. Using my free hand, I raised it and lowered it with some speed, spanking his ass hard enough for him to stop. "AaAh! Shit... I'm g-gonna cum."

"You can cum if I let you, baby boy. Hold it in," I kept thrusting my fingers in and out, stimulating his prostate every time I pushed inside. Keigo mumbled over and over 'I'm gonna cum,' along with the occasional 'I can't hold it,' but I just kept telling him to wait for my permission.

"C-cumming..."

Not even fifteen seconds later went past when Keigo came, his semen shooting up to his chest and dripping down. That did make me mad.

"I thought I told you you can cum if I let you, not whenever you want, Keigo," I muttered harshly right as my hand lowered again to slap his ass, he flinched and gasped nodding frenetically.

"I-I'll be a good boy, daddy... I'm sorry..." I rubbed my palm on the pink mark on his ass, soothing the pain.

"It's okay, baby boy, but you'll have to behave." He whimpered and nodded again.

My eyes stayed on Keigo's trembling body, his stretched hole ready for me.

I pulled my cock out of my pants, and I aligned Keigo's entrance with my tip, holding onto his hips with one hand. "Come on, baby boy, ride daddy," I muttered in a low voice, teasing his hole but not putting it inside. He whimpered softly, reaching his arms back to hold my cock against his entrance, and started to lower himself on it.

Barely half of my dick was inside of him, but he was already a moaning mess. Keigo fucked himself, lowering and going up again. He was enjoying it greatly, but I wasn't enjoying it as much.

My hands grabbed his waist tight, and I forced him to take me all in. His back arched as he moaned my name, his voice cracking.

"Da-daddy~, y-you're so... biiiiggg-ngh, fuck yesss~, fuck me harder, daddy," Keigo placed his hands on my knees, keeping himself steady as he fucked himself on my dick.

A groan left my mouth as I felt the tightness of his hole, loving the view. My entire dick was being swallowed by Keigo so greedily, the movement of his hips was starting to drive me crazy. It felt so good.

"Fuck, baby boy... you're sucking my cock," my hold on his waist tightened, my fingertips digging on his flesh. Keigo gasped and sat on me, staying still for a short while. I could feel his wall tightening and twitching around me, the warm feeling was making me lose my mind.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my forehead on his back, kissing and biting on his soft skin. "Gaah~, daddy's cock is feeling me up..." Keigo's hands gripped my forearms, clenching around me, "I feel so full~."

My dick twitched inside of Keigo, making me bit hard on his flesh, he grunted in pain but I didn't care. I wanted to cum inside of him... I wanted to fill him up to the brim...

I wanted to make him mine completely.

With teeth gritted, I stood up, Keigo stumbled a bit, but my hold on him prevented him from tripping. I made him bend down again, and he supported himself with his hands on the coffee table. Without saying a word, I pulled out of him only to go back fully in.

"FuUcK! YES, DADDY! Break me pleeeaasee~," I kept my hand on his waist, keeping a rough pace while my other hand traveled up his back to grab his hair. His blond locks looked so pretty tangled in my fingers...

I tugged his hair back as I pressed my chest against his wings, he looked at me with glossy eyes and rosy cheeks. I could almost see hearts in his eyes forming from the pleasure, Keigo whimpered as I abused his prostate over and over.

"D-da... daddy... I want to c-cum~," he whispered between ragged breaths. I let go of his hair and pulled his face close to mine, he opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue, gasping for air. I leaned down and pushed my tongue inside his mouth, moans and little whines were muffled in the kiss, as I released his waist, lowering my hand down to his erected dick.

His tip was oozing pre-cum, making him completely wet.

"Mnhn~," I pulled back from the kiss, staring at his expression, "DaaAddyYy~, I-I'm go-gonna... I'm gonna cu-cum," I stroked his dick up and down, stopping at his tip as I squeezed it and teased his slit. Keigo was moaning nonstop, begging me to let him cum.

A growl resonated in my chest when I felt him squeeze me again, and my hips trembled. The thrusting of my hips was getting sloppy, and I was starting to feel tired, so I just focused on fucking him hard, reaching deep inside of him.

"AaaAahHh! Daddy! Yo-you're in m-my stomach... Fuck!!" I pulled on his hair again, and I started at his face. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, tears falling down his cheeks, mixing with the drool that was dripping out of his wide open mouth and his tongue was sticking out.

He was in complete ecstasy, unable to say anything besides moaning desperately.

I felt my orgasm approaching rapidly, so I let go of his dick and kept thrusting. "Cum, baby boy... cum for daddy."

Keigo gasped and screamed out as he came, semen squirting out and landing on the coffee table. He was struggling to breathe as I kept ravishing his insides, pushing deeper as I came hard inside of him.

I stayed in as I caught my breath before I started to pull out. Keigo's legs were shaking, and I had no doubt that he was about to fall, so I hugged his waist and sat on the couch behind us, his body was completely limp on top of mine and he turned his head to look at me.

"T-that... was the best fuck of my life..." I chuckled at his words and leaned down to kiss him, he smiled on my lips and pulled back slightly, "This means we're dating now, right?"

I bit my lip, stroking his sides gently where I could see bruises starting to form, "If you want to..."

Keigo huffed and turned around, facing me and wrapping his arms around my neck.

"If I didn't want to I wouldn't have told you my real name to begin with, (M/n)." He smiled and leaned down to hide his face on my neck, "I really, really like you."

That made me smile and I hugged him closer to me.

"I like you too, Keigo."

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Hawks on stage at the Hero Billboard Chart JP event

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Hero Billboard Chart JP - horikoshi sketch!

feat. Miruko, Crust, Edgeshot, Kamui Woods and Wash!

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Hi (●’◡’●)ﾉ I read your bakugou smut where he's frustrated and I loved it your work is so awesome! I also saw that your requests were open so I just wanted to ask if you can make a jealous bakugou x fem! Reader but he fucks her in the shower, like he dominates her and pins her to the wall of the shower. Please and thank you🙏❤!

Hey, nonnie! Wow, I’m sorry that this took way, way too long. This request is from…January? Hope it’s okay—I decided to do a little spin on jealousy. I’m not super into jealous partners (but love possessiveness, so idk what’s up) so I struggled with this request and kept putting it aside. But then I thought, oohoo, what if he’s jealous of you? Some smexy ✨characterization✨ And now we’re cooking with gas 😈

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warnings: 18+, Bakugou’s a needy, non-communicative ass (but we love him anyway), fingering, creampie, slight breeding, biting, slightly rough sex, slight degradation. Kind of unhealthy relationship dynamics.

wc: 2.7k

a/n: banner by @dymphnasprose and me!

edit: I no longer write x reader but here’s my old masterlist - mobile | desktop

You’d snuck up on him in every conceivable way.

The first time you’d met, your agency and his had been going after the same villain. Weeks he’d been working that case. Not only hunting the guy down and doing the detective work, but strategizing how to succeed in battle against an exceedingly annoying bubblegum quirk. He’d worked sleepless nights over that villain.

Imagine his surprise when you’d arrived at the scene the moment Katsuki was finally able to fight the bastard. Needless to say, he had not planned you into his strategies. His initial surprise cowered in fear of his anger when you were the one who captured the villain and your agency got all the credit.

He’d been irritated for weeks (sworn up and down that he’d never chew bubble gum again), spitting and snarling that he’d show you if he ever saw you again. This had just been a bad matchup, and he’d never let you one up him again.

Of course, the next time he saw you was very different from the first, subverting his plans yet again. He’d had a few good victories to stroke his ego, replacing some of the ill will he’d had following your stolen one. That should have put him in a mighty fine position to show off who was the better hero. But you weren’t playing hero that day. You were out of uniform, outside the stress of the battlefield, and, apparently, way too fucking pretty. Now you were too attractive and too skilled and he was angry.

But he’d learned back at U.A. that he couldn’t simply be angry at someone for being strong and showing significant promise as a hero. So he went back and forth, watching you in amazement, studying your form, as well as pulling back, scoffing at how effortless you made it look.

Before he knew it, you were on his mind way too much of the time, and then, idiot that he was, he asked you out. (You must have been in an even worse way than him, though, because you said yes.)

That had all been two years ago, and now, the stakes had blown through the roof.

Top ten. You’d cracked the top ten. That wasn’t exactly the surprise, though—the Hero Public Safety Commission would have to be crazy not to look at your capture rate and your public image and rate you in the top ten.

No, the surprise was that Katsuki hadn’t.

(Yet, of course. Yet. He was going to pass you, and you’d better know it.)

Thing was—you hadn’t even gone to U.A. Katsuki had always dealt with his competitive ire scratching up against Deku and Half ‘n Half to the point that—outside of them—he’d completely forgotten that there were other heroes coming up in the country and goddammit, they might be good. He’d gotten so focused on comparing himself to what was nearby and convenient that he’d overlooked you and anyone like you. Not that there was anyone else quite like you.

As evidenced by the line of idiots fawning over you at the Hero Billboard Chart JP event, keeping the both of you later and later to the point that Katsuki had ceased being grumpy hours ago and was now irate. He should have whisked you away hours ago, wrapping his arm around your waist and blasting the two of you the heck out of there, but no. He’d been polite, clapped, watched you be led around like a prize showhorse, and accepted his presence for the evening of proud boyfriend of the number eight hero. Lowered himself to being a trophy because he loved you that fucking much.

But now you were home and any pretense that he’d worn to the event had been stripped at the door. He loved you, he was happy for you, but that bullshit wasn’t what he’d signed on for when he’d decided to spend his life with someone as talented and admittedly amazing as you.

“Mind if I shower first, babe?” you asked as you stripped off your heels, hissing at the pain and relief of having them off. “My makeup has sunk so far into my pores I can taste it.”

“Mm,” Bakugou grunted as his own shoes were shoved off.

“Thanks, love,” you said. “Unzip my dress?”

Heroes had made the transition from dressing in costume to dressing in gowns and tuxes a few years back, much to Katsuki’s chagrin. It was nothing but another opportunity for heroes to try to elbow their way to the front pages via commodifying themselves instead of just being immaculate fucking heroes. (You weren’t a part of that embarrassing group, of course, but damn, you did look gorgeous in that dress.) People had been sizing you up all evening.

Katsuki looked at you, looking over your shoulder to him from across the living room. His expression was heavy, tired and grouchy, still with a low hum of pissed energy underneath the surface, and it didn’t change under your doe-eyed gaze. But he trudged over, his hands touching your bare shoulders lightly before he pulled the zip on your dress to just above the swell of your ass. His eyes lingered on the bare skin revealed to him, a few angry lines across your body from where the dress had pressed into your beautiful form. The zipper was pulled from his grasp when you walked away, a light and easy “Thank you,” on your lips.

He watched as you held the dress to your chest (like he didn’t see your tits most days anyway), the garment no better than a towel as it hung loose from your body, showing Katsuki your waist and sides with every sway of your hips.

Then you shut the bathroom door and started the shower.

Katsuki blinked out of the trance your body had lulled him into, and a fresh wave of irritation overtook him. If he had to wait for you to bathe, that just meant he’d have to stay up even later.

Without quite realizing it, he began marching to the bathroom, dropping his suit jacket on the back of a chair and tugging his tie so it fell to the wood floor. He stopped at the door and unbuttoned his shirt, letting it slide off his arms before opening the door. (He still didn’t know what he was doing, but he was too tired to question it.)

The room was warm, but not yet steamy with only the slightest wisps of condensation kissing the edges of the rectangular mirror above the sink. As he unbuttoned his pants, his eyes were locked on the fuzzy outline of you past the frosted glass of the shower door. His boxers hit the floor next and then, with more force than was necessary, he slid open the shower door.

“Shit, Katsuki!”

You whipped towards him, reflexively covering your body with your arms as warm spray hit Katsuki’s chest and face.

“Really, babe?” Katsuki asked as he stepped in, you retreating further under the water to make room. He touched both your arms and they lowered automatically. “Aren’t we a little past this?”

“You just surprised me,” you said, rather unapologetically raking your eyes over his damp chest.

Katsuki couldn’t help but take you in either. He saw everything that the world had when they’d looked at you tonight. You were gorgeous, absolutely fucking stunning. Everyone had been wrapped around your finger all night, (him included).

But he also got to see something that no one else ever did. You’d washed your makeup off already, nothing remaining but a light smudge of black caught between your eyelashes. Your hair was up and away from the water, but it still caught in little droplets at the base of his neck. The bare skin of your back that he’d peeked at in the living room would be sizzling hot to the touch.

That was his.

His hands went to your back as he yanked you towards him. You shivered—his hands usually so warm, but comparatively cool against the hot shower. Then his mouth was on yours in a wet kiss, just as the room began to fill with steam.

“What’s this about?” you breathed as you pulled away, panting heavily. There was already so little air in the room amidst all the water vapor that it didn’t take much for you to lose your breath.

Katsuki wasn’t quite sure. He couldn’t have claimed to have thought this through. He was tired and irritated and he wanted you. (He always wanted you.)

He grunted and pulled you back into him, his growing length pressing insistently against your thigh.

“Oh,” you said between kisses. “Okay.”

You eased yourself against him, rubbing one foot against the back of his calf as you held onto his shoulders, the slight up and down of your thigh making his cock ache. The movements were languid, tender, intimate.

That would not do.

He moved both hands to your shoulders and pushed you against the cool tile of the wall. Your tits and one cheek went flat against it as one of Katsuki’s broad hands pressed firm against the middle of your back.

“You’re mine,” Katsuki growled just before biting the juncture between your neck and shoulder.

You gasped, stealing steam from the room as Katsuki slid his hand over your wet skin to your hip bone, fingers inches away from your core. He moved his mouth further up your neck, nibbling as his fingers threaded through the damp hair between your legs, just coming to tease your outer lips.

He was the only one who could make you pliable like this. You were so strong, so capable, but one maneuver from him had you nudging your ass out, mute but for a few needy whimpers bouncing off the walls. His fingers dipped between your folds and found them slick, your arousal not yet washed away by the shower stream.

“So wet already, baby?” Katsuki whispered. “I’ve barely touched you. Think you can cum on my fingers?”

You moaned, hands trying to grip the slick wall of the shower but curling against nothing as he came into direct contact with your clit. He began a spinning rhythm on it. The speed could have you tumbling over the edge in a few minutes if he kept it up…but he wasn’t going to.

The thing was, he wasn’t feeling especially generous this evening. He wanted to bite, not kiss. He wanted to pound against your ass instead of staring into your beautiful eyes. Instead of you giving yourself to him, he wanted to take you.

That being so, you weren’t going to cum until he was buried deep inside of you.

Fingers never leaving your clit, he pushed his hard dick between your thighs, getting it wet with your juices. As his hips rocked, he already began to feel a bit of relief. Not just the tension in his lower belly, but the light irritation that had been lapping at his nerves all night. He had you wet and naked in his arms, ready to take whatever he would give you. (And he’d give you everything.)

With no more warning than the slight shifting behind you, Katsuki reared back, and the next thrust had him bottoming out in you in one go.

“Fuck,” Bakugou couldn’t help groaning into your ear as you welcomed him into you. He then wasted no time pounding into you, the slaps of his hips against your wet skin echoing obscenely through the bathroom.

The sudden need to end this by finishing in you, claiming you with his seed and feeling you shatter against his cock became unbearable as he gripped your hip hard enough for the skin to pinch and imprint against his fingers. His rhythm was rapid, so none of your slick was washed off his dick when he pulled out. Rather, he gave you fat downstrokes, pulling back quickly and then slamming into you, your stomach plastered against the tile.

“Say my name,” Katsuki groaned. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You, Katsuki,” you whined.

Katsuki smirked. “Yeah, you do. You’re nothing but a slut for this big cock, huh?”

You moaned at his words, shoving your ass back to meet his trusts. His fingers had never stopped playing with your clit and you were already twitching around him, your peak not far off.

Katsuki’s wasn’t either. He didn’t have the patience for stamina tonight. As soon as you crashed over the edge, he was going to go with you.

“Please,” you whimpered, and then Katsuki began moving his fingers rapidly on your clit, spinning them as fast as possible as he thrust into you with reckless abandon. Every spare reserve of energy he had from the evening was channeled onto your pussy, and it had you shouting, your voice bouncing off the walls as you clenched down hard on Katsuki’s cock.

He held on for just a moment, grabbing your jaw with his thumb and forefinger and pulling your mouth against his as he began to spurt into you. The steam overtook his vision, making it hard to breath, hard to even think as he kept pace, emptying his balls into you with every thrust.

When he came down from his high, he felt cooler, despite the hot water raining down on his back. His weight was on you as both your hands continued to brace against the wall. The world felt still but for the pattering of the shower, and the heaves of your breath.

Motion slowly started back up again. He mouthed lightly up your neck, kissing where he’d bitten you earlier. The hand that had been on your hip moved up to intertwine with your fingers, the hand that had been between your legs lightly rubbing your thigh. Katsuki pulled out and you peeled yourself off of the wall and turned to him, jaw still hanging slack as you got your breath back under you. The thin bit of kohl under your eyes had bled a bit more, your eyes red rimmed (from the water or the stimulation, Katsuki wasn’t sure). He turned towards you and the spray, furrowing his brows as he rubbed a thumb under your lashes.

You were looking into his eyes, deep into them; he could tell from the way you tilted your head as you considered him. Then you reached your own thumb up, rubbing the lines creasing his forehead. His face automatically relaxed, his eyes opening up and eyebrows falling away from each other, bringing a smile to your face.

“Better now?” you asked, taking his other hand in yours, squeezing both tightly.

The thing was, it was hard to remember anything much about the larger world when he was with you. He didn’t have words to explain what had had him so pent up and irritated. What had urged him to you taking him, pliant and accepting.

Katsuki turned his gaze to your hands, already wrinkling from the extended time in the shower. “Did…you have a good night?”

He glanced back at your eyes, finding them sleepy but soft. “I did. Thanks for being there.”

Katsuki shook his head slightly, water falling off the tips of his hair as it hung heavy in front of his eyes. “I was an ass.”

You cocked your head again, this time very clearly confused.

“You weren’t.” (He was.) “Whatever’s going on in here,” you very lightly headbutted your forehead against his, “is much worse than what actually happened. You were a perfect partner.”

There’s no way you would think that if you could see inside his head. The way that he’d needed to possess you just a moment before. If you could see that, surely—

“Hey,” you said, squeezing his hands again. “Stop being so hard on yourself. Everything’s worse at night. With some sleep, I’m sure you’ll remember how amazing you are.”

You pulled your hands out of his and clicked open the body wash, spreading it over Katsuki’s arms and torso before moving on to yourself. As he watched you, the number eight hero living the mundane after an evening of living the remarkable, he was surprised yet again. Or rather, he continued to be surprised, as he always was, as he always had been. Because for how amazing he and the rest of Japan could see that you were, it seemed you saw the same in him.

And, perhaps, professional quantification or public validation weren’t ever needed to prove it.

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