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Various Fake Dating HCs

Various situations that require fake dating from there’s a creep, to a school play,  and how it becomes real 

AN/Yall know the drill. Caffeine, sugar, no sleep, binge writing session with no edits. That said if anyone catches a mistake please let me know Todoroki’s got a little away from me (def. was not 2 pages worth of google docs nope not me wrong writer) Enjoy!

Characters: Deku, Bakugou, Kaminari, Shinsou, Todoroki 

Word Count: 2520

Requests Open

Warnings: Mentions harassment

Deku 

Mineta wasn’t the only creep on campus and you were Class 1-E’s lucky lady as he called you thinking he was God’s gift to women

After 2 weeks of annoying you everyday after class was enough 

You’d complained to Deku and Uraka about it before so he was well aware of the jerk

When he approached you at lunch you couldn’t take it anymore

The moment he left you’d plopped your forehead onto Deku’s shoulder and asked Deku to help you out offering to buy him lunch for the week in return

He wasn’t sure how he could - he knew he couldn’t intimidate the guy like Kirishima or Bakugou so he wasn’t sure what you wanted

When you explained he’d gone pink but agreed

Since then he’d held your hand, helped you study, and called you honey and sweets when the creep was in earshot 

It took the jerk a while to realize you weren’t interested for some reason when he did though Deku kept up all the sweet gestures 

You told him a week after the last encounter with the creep that he could stop 

He’d just murmured (thinking you couldn’t here) “I don’t want to” 

You’d given him a kiss on the check and realizing you’d heard he’d launched into one of his patented spiels saying of course if you weren’t interested, and he still was focused on becoming the number 1 hero, and and and 

You’d wait for him to finish and look up at from the floor before giving him a smile and asking where he wanted to go on your first official date

Bakugou

It was his idea believe it or not. You both were good friends and after his internship he had several dedicates “fans” They’d gone so far as to track him down and asked him out incessantly 

The first time he’d scoffed and told them to get loss with his usual tact, that is to say none

After that when they’d followed him everyday from the gates of UA he’d blown up at them, literally 

Most of them were properly scared off by this or at least more reserved 1 girl just couldn’t take a hint

You and Bakugou had been sent to get snacks for movie night later and SHE was as always waiting on Bakugou

He’d groaned seeing her and whispered in you ear to play along 

Snaked his arms dangerously low around your waist, pulled you close

He purposefully didn’t look at her pretending he hadn’t already seen her

When you were out of the gates he spun you around and trapped you against the wall leaning in to whisper to you thanking you for playing along he asked if he could kiss you

You grabbed his face and pulled it towards your own

When you broke apart he smirked then pretended to take notice of the girl telling her off for spying on him and his girlfriend

You walked up behind him as he yelled at the girl and glared daggers at her 

She wasn’t happy about it but between both your threats she finally backed off (though she would occasionally pop up at public UA events) 

You were always with the Bakusquad so it was an easy matter to plant a kiss on his check and motion you were watching her in case she felt like trying anything

Neither of you were ready for or wanted a real relationship so that was as far as it went in high school but you keep in contact and who knows what the future holds

It did become a running joke how you two were such a lovey dovey couple in between the cursing each other out and harder than necessary slugs to the shoulder

Kaminari

You two flirted like there was no tomorrow 

Eventually everyone assumed you were dating bc who else flirts with every breath

One night you were running late and Kirishima had asked Denki “Where’s your girlfriend” 

It took him a second bc as much as you both flirted it was never serious

You’d popped in not a minute later and Kaminari had thrown his arm around you dramatically declaring “MY BEAUTIFUL GIRLFRIEND IS HERE” for everyone to here 

You looked at him quizzically and snorted

He managed to pull you away from the group and convince you it'd be a great joke to see how long you could convince the gang you were dating and how much drama you could create in your fake “relationship” 

You were plotting soap opera level storylines by the end of the night

After a week of scheming and late night writing session you started your personal drama with a dramatic monologue to the girls before class on how Kaminari had forgotten your so important 1 week-aversy 

-They’d consoled you and told you guys care about stuff but if you did you should talk to Kaminari

By lunch everyone had heard and Bakugou had a betting pool on how long the happy couple would last - Kaminari tried to join but was banned

Week 3 had the suspected cheating scandal - that had earned you a lecture from Kirishima on how it wasn’t manly to cheat and you assuring him nothing had actually happened 

By week 5 the two of you had a regular date scheming night 

During week 6 when Kirishima was “buzzed” after overusing his quirk he confessed to loving your (nonexistent) identical twin who conveniently went to another school and you had never spoken of bc she had stolen you last boyfriend

Towards the end of the term during date night Denki dropped to one knee proposing a proposal story line you’d burst out laughing when he grabbed a slap bracelet (He’d gotten from goodness knows where) and slapped it onto your wrist

At least take me on a real date first you’d joked - then frozen hoping he hadn’t heard 

He had. He took the slap bracelet off, still on one knee and said (Y/N) will you take this slap bracelet and go out with me for realizes I mean 

You’d ceremoniously take the slap bracelet and try to carefully put it on your wrist, treasuring it - slap bracelets can’t be gently moved though so it snapped up immediately as you said “I do” 

Shinsou

It wasn’t planned by either of you

You didn’t even know people though you were dating until a picture of the two of you showed up in the schools gossip column and someone pointed it out to you at lunch 

Shinsou just nodded his head and sighed saying “that makes sense” 

You had no idea what he was going on about - you found out that people had been kinder to him this morning some. Guys approached him about his “game” and some girl had talked to him saying if he was with you he couldn’t be as scary as he seemed 

You to were close and you knew how much it hurt him that people were scared of him bc of his quirk 

You were sitting so you leaned over and gave him a side hug promising him it would be okay

That hug went down the grapevine and “confirmed” your relationship 

By the time someone directly asked you about Shinsou the two of you had talked and agreed to let slide neither of you liked anyone and it was helping Shinsou so where was the harm 

You didn’t go out of your way to appear as a couple but you were friendly and people were prone to misinterpretation 

Shinsou certainly wasn’t a social butterfly but he certainly wasn’t seen as scary and his friend group grew

2 months into your “relationship” Shinsou had a girl confess to him she liked him 

He was taken aback she hadn’t talked to him the entirety of last term and suddenly she liked him

She had been scared of him unlike you. Unlike you, something clicked for Shinsou and the rest of the week he found himself comparing other girls to you and realized he may truly be in love with you 

By the time he came round to that realization you had made your own. Maybe people had thought you two were a couple bc you hung out with him more, hugged him more, smiled at him more, and liked him more and differently than your other friends. You  maybe even loved him 

At lunch he was the one who reached out and touched you, lightly settling his hand on yours and asking if you wanted to be more than a rumor 

Todoroki

Can we say emotional trauma 

In literature class there’d been a project to perform a Kyogen as a part of their classic lit unit - you’d loved it even if you’d been graded more on the accompanying essay of the evolution of language and classism than the performance part 

When you saw there was a school play you hasn’t hesitated to audition bc the kyogen performance had been so fun

You hadn’t gotten the lead role you wanted but you were more than fine playing a the female lead’s best friend who got swept off her feet by the quiet tortured poet

As soon as you saw who you’d been cast as you immediately checked who your love interest was. It was none other than Shoto Todoroki

You were really nervous the first rehearsal that focused on your sections

You knew Todoroki only by reputation, as a aloof and focused student 

You had no clue what he was doing in the play so you asked. He didn’t tell you the first day instead just did a read through 

The entire time the drama teacher kept saying “More Emotion” and “You’re in love so SMILE” you were pretty sure it was directed at Todoroki who was barely beyond monotone

The director requested Todoroki stay after rehearsal for extra practice. As his scene partner you stayed too

During on of these he explained during the kyogen project he’d felt different in his everyday life when he was pretending to be happy or angry compared to when he tried to show no emotion 

The director had called that moment a breakthrough. You smiled at him and asked whatever made him think that showing no emotion was in any way a good idea. He didn’t answer you 

You made it your mission from then on to get him to show emotion. Of course that was the director’s job on stage. You made it your mission everyday though. 

You would have friends pass him notes for you in between classes, eat lunch with him, and had a bad joke of the day hoping to catch him roll his eyes rather than just stare ahead eating robotically 

Eventually he started to show cracks in the armour, he would smile when you made funny faces backstage, or say he was upset which wasn’t much but baby steps

There were days he reverted to mono-emotionalism (that emotion being bored) on those days you eventually decided your best course was just to annoy him to death or even better till he said he was annoyed this came in the form of you lightly hitting you arm on his head, singing the 100 digits of pi song on loop, or running and jumping at him (he would always catch you knowing his choices were that or be bowled over) 

Those days became fewer and further between as you got closer to the play. There was one particular bad day though. You’d been trying all day to get a reaction, good or bad, out of him with nothing working. 

He was sitting on the floor during practice. You dropped beside him and leaned back till your head was in his lap and started asking “What’s up with you?”

You didn’t finish your question bc he shoved you out of his lap and stormed off 

Your scenes that day weren’t great to say the least 

By the end of practice you were just drained, you really were trying to help, and instead you’d hurt him and that hurt as much as him pushing you away and saying he didn’t need you 

The next day you had Deku hand him a note saying you were sorry 

You didn’t try to reach out to him the rest of the day, sat with your own friends at lunch, and didn’t bother him between scenes during practice

It was a week before you two spoke and that was only on the blocking of the last scene the leads ran to each other as you two cheered and hugged 

Tech week was hell week for 2 reasons 1. The general tiredness and overwhelmingness that always come with tech and 2 you were practically glued to Todoroki’s hip the entire play for 3 run throughs a day and you still weren’t really speaking 

Opening night you saw Todoroki pacing half an hour before curtain call. You were headed back to the dressing room to help some of the other girls with their makeup but he looked stressed. 

You waved not wanting to startle him. He looked up from his pacing feet and just stared at you 

“I’m not here to annoy you. You just look stressed and I wanted to say it’ll be fine and um break a leg. Anyway I’ll leave you to your pacing.” You said before starting to leave

He doesn’t move to stop you from leaving but he stares you down and starts talking, spewing all the feelings that have been building up (that he doesn’t understand) He’s nervous around you. Why is he nervous around you? He’s mad at himself for making you sad that day. You didn’t talk to him. He didn’t know what to do so he let you not talk to him. His miserable and he misses you he thinks. He tried talking to Deku but Deku just told him that he needed to talk to you about these feelings so he didn’t say anything more to Deku. He has all these feeling and doesn’t know why? 

You walk towards him and ask if it’s okay to hug him

He gives the smallest nod

You wrap him in the tightest hug you possibly can and lean your head into his chest. He eventually rests his head on top of yours and awkwardly wraps his hands around your back

When you pull away he looks at you for a moment before telling you your makeup looks nice 

You have to run to help the girls with their makeup you remember but make him promise to talk after the show 

You two talk and by the final curtain call your on stage hug has somehow become a chaste peck on the cheek. 

He pays for your post set strike theater crew Denny’s meal with Endeavour's stolen credit card and asks if it counts as a date if there are 20 other people with you

[librarycrow]

One of a Million pt 3

AN: slow progress is still progress and I usual can’t commit to big projects so I’ll take what I can get that said 

Word Count: 482

Part 1/2

Synopsis: Mirio copes with becoming quirkless aided by notes guiding him towards healing and maybe a way to get his quirk back. The morning was a rush of congratulations, on rescuing Eri, on getting out of the hospital and sympathy for everything else. No one outright mentioned his missing quirk but it was far from a secret and the glances he caught all held pity. Being one of the big 3 he was use to the constant attention but never in this way. 

By lunch he couldn’t wait fall into the familiar rhythm Nejire, Tamaki, and he held.For all the insanity being a hero brought into his life Mirio enjoyed simple routines, like the same seating at lunch. Nejire waved from her usual post and Mirio breathed more easily than he had all day. Mirio brought his laden tray and slid it onto the table bumping Tamaki’s bento box.

 “How’s it feel to out of the hospital?” Nejire asked. 

“Good I’m ready to jump right back into everything.” Mirio beamed“How are you doing with” Nejire faltered “the rest of it?” 

“What’ve got today?” Mirio asked ignoring Nejire. 

Tamaki quietly listed off his lunch. Nejire looked over them, they couldn’t just act as though nothing had happened. It’s only his first day back, it’s probably just too soon to talk about it she reasoned, chewing the inside of her lip. She wouldn’t press him but she had to let him know she was there for him whenever he would inevitably need someone. 

The rest of lunch passed quickly. When they left Nejire laid a hand on Mirio’s shoulder and wished him luck. While most students left for course specific training Mirio turned off into the recovery wing. 

As he turned the corner he heard Recovery Girl warn a student if she saw them again this week she’d start charging before saying they were good to go. The green hair that popped out of the doorway was no surprise. Even in different classes Mirio had heard stories Midoriya’s perpetual injuries and in there short tenure working together he’d proven his injury proneness on several occasions. 

“Hey Mirio, I’m really glad you’re okay! I mean not that you’re okay I’m sure that you’re still processing everything. I know I am but you’re out of the hospital and all.” Midoriya rambled. Stopping himself Midoriya cocked his head. “Wait you’re not here to see Recovery Girl. You are okay aren’t you?” He began another spiel. Mirio cut him off. 

“No I’ve got physical therapy.” he said pointing to a room two doors down marked as such. Dragging his hand through his hair, Midoriya smiled sheepishly. 

“Oh. Well I’m sure you’ll be back in fighting shape in no time. I’ve got to get back to class” he said before practically sprinting away. 

Mirio adjusted his messenger bag on his shoulder and shook his head at Midoriya’s endless energy. He should be on his way too, the first bell having already rung. Instead Mirio stepped into Recovery Girls office. 

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One of A Million

@buffpidgey I don’t know of any Mirio fics where Izuku helps with quirkless coping/info but I need to write more consistently and I’m always more consistent when I’m writing for someone else so I’m giving it a shot

Pt 1/?

Word Count: 733

Mirio copes with becoming quirkless aided by notes guiding him towards healing and maybe a way to get his quirk back. 

No edits we die like men (and I don’t have a beta but mostly we die like men!!)

Mirio smiled, what else could he do. If it faltered to a grimace for just a second everyone would assume it was an injury flaring up. They wouldn’t be wrong, of course, neither were they right. 

Resting. I’m supposed to be resting Mirio thought to himself as he walked the hospital floor. Year of training told him to keep pushing, keep improving, going against all medical and rational advice. He was tucked away in a special corner of the hospital, to keep away prying eyes and enjoyed the quiet. It let him think, analyze, strategize what he could do differently next time. Secluded didn’t mean he was entirely alone however. As he walked he glanced a little girl, clinging to someone hand up ahead. It wasn’t Eri. She didn’t even vaguely resemble Eri. Mirio knew this. Yet anything  everything reminded him of her. Of her, his failure, the fight, his win,... his loss. Another step and pain shocked him out of his thoughts, not surprising he had been pushing himself. With a nod he turned towards his room. 

Flowers filled the room, seemingly multiplying every time he looked. As he stepped into the room through the bouquet jungle he spied TAmaki and Nejire. Tamaki had small plants growing from him, matching ones in a mini-vase at his side while Nejire inspected his gifts. Mirio announced himself to his friends, who’d yet to notice him, both lost in thought. 

“Wow they’re just letting anyone in now these days!” he laughed, wincing at the sharp stab in his side. 

Nejire jumped back from the flowers she was smelling. She greeted him and gave him a light hug, pulling back quickly when he buckled at a touch. While she apologized and led him to the bed Tamaki posted himself at the bedside. Mirio pushed off Nejire’s arm as she insisted he should lay down, compromising and at least sitting, insisting he was fine. No one could bring themselves to believe it, fully. Bullet wounds and major internal trauma couldn’t heal in a week no matter how skilled Recovery Gril was or how hard one wished. 

Desperate for a reprieve from the dull routine of hospital life Mirio raptly listened to the latest class assignments and school happenings. Nejire chattered on with Tamaki’s occasional commentary to Mirio’s amusement. She regalled him with the most recent tale of 1-A involving malicious compliance and an incredibly irritated Ilda. 

“It was actually pretty fun watching them with their “morse code”. Who knew flipping people off could be an effective form of communication” she laughed. “It was Bakugou who started it we’re sure but most of the class and even 1-B was doing it by the end of the week. They were having a '' she paused “flipping good time” she internally groaned at her own joke as she watched Mirio’s smile blossom. 

They were all smiles the whole visit. Mirio’s seemingly as unwavering and hopeful as ever. Tamaki watched Mirio, drawn to the outline of bandages and bruises peppering him. It was almost inevitable getting hurt and Tamaki didn’t fear pain but to see his friend hurt made it difficult to summon the small smile he forced on whenever he felt Mirio look at him. How could he possibly be the pessimistic one here and bring down Mirio who smiled and preserved so faithfully?  Nejire smiled as she talked, glad she could break up the monotony of reality tv and jello desserts. She would don a smile of strength, she decided, like Mirio. She would smile and hold the pain and fear for her friends. 

A nurse with a familiar sympathetic smile cleared her throat as she stepped into the room. 

“I do need to get some vitals from Togato here.” she said tapping the chart she held.

Tamaki had already jumped off the bed in surprise when the nurse spoke. Nejire stepped away and stretched as the nurse recorded the monitors numbers and deftly began her checks. You’ve been in at least twice this week so I’m sure you know but visiting hours are over soon.” she said as she walked out scribbling on the chart. 

Soon came too quickly and the pair grabbed their things promising to return when they could, in their small parting ritual. Mirio settled into the hospital bed, sinking ever so slightly and sighing heavily knowing it was only the mattress not the familiar pull of his permeation.

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Moving

Hi guys so I realized that 

1. side blogs can’t accept asks 

2. side blogs can’t respond to comments as their side blog. 

That said I want to be able to do both so before I get to many posts I’m moving to @librarycrow a brand new main blog - see you soon

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One of A Million Pt 2

Newly quirkless Mirio remains determine to be a hero. His training never accounted for mysterious notes or being his own worst enemy though. 

Word Count: 331

Pt 1 

A/N: Was this meant to be 5 scenes- yes. It is a whooping 1 scene -yes. I’m going to try and post regularly though bc if I don’t just post even when it’s not perfect I’ll get caught up in my head and never post. I guess I need to budget more time for staring at my screen as the cursor blinks than actually writing and being 7 pages deep in google to make sure there’s consistency but we’re working on it so if you read this all enjoy!

A car pulled up. Mirio smiled at the orderly who had pushed him out of the hospital and jumped out of the wheelchair. The orderly pursed her lips and chided him, reminding him not to try to do to much to fast. 

Pulling into the parking lot the dorms were a welcome sight. Seeing his classmates walking, safe, headed into the building Mirio left the car quickly and joined them. When he yelled hello the group walking pulled up short and swarmed him. 

“Why didn’t you tell us you were coming back? Are you okay? Do Tamaki and Nejire know you’re home?” they asked in quick succession. 

He answered as they made their way into the building. The lobby was familiar, the desk for check ins, rules posted on the wall alongside a bulletin board overtaken with notes and flyers.

As everyone signed in Mirio looked over the board to see what he had missed. Most of the papers were overlapping and disorderly. A single picture was left unmarked, in the right hand corner, Sir Nighteye and his obituary. Mirio was still keenly aware of the stitches holding him together and the aches that had yet to heal. They were nothing compared to this new sudden pain. 

Mirio stepped up as someone moved away and scanned his thumb the computer’s approval beep pulling Mirio’s attention from the picture. He joined the group as they packed into an elevator alternating peppering him with questions, praise, and filling him in on school work and gossip. As he always had Mirio’s presence filled the group with energy the short trip up they talked incessantly.  On their floor they disseminated promising to spread the news of his return and check in with him soon.  

Waving back to their cheerful goodbyes, Mirio walked to his room. The hallway seemed stretched and Mirio rolled his shoulders exhausted even with his rather simple day. Never before, even after his toughest trainings, had his bed been such a relief.