#MonoPony

[vannahfanfics]

Delicate

Word Count: 2300

Fluff, Romance, First Kisses

Summary: There's nothing delicate about Neito Monoma... except the ways that Pony makes him so.

Evening, everyone! Today’s my posting for Counting the Seconds: A Monomabowl Bang! And I couldn’t refuse an opportunity to write more MonoPony <3 Please also give my partner Frok’s art some love!

There was nothing delicate about Neito Monoma. He was as rough around the edges as could be, all barbed tongue and sharp wit. Staunch as a weed, roots plunged deep into the ground and ready to resist even the fiercest of winds. Really, he was about as delicate as a twisted mass of brambles. 

Yes, Neito was indelicate as they came, and yet delicate was the only way to describe the way that he held the bright pink carnation as he carefully lowered it into the hole he’d dug into the soil. 

Hero education wasn’t all disaster response training and pummeling each other, at least at U.A. The school prided itself in its relationship with the community, and so all the courses often found themselves heading off campus to participate in service projects. One of their ongoing school-wide undertakings was the construction of a new town community center. After months of assisting in various aspects of the project, Class 1-B had been assigned to place the finishing touch—a butterfly garden. 

Neito tugged off one of his gardening gloves and used the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Despite thinking to take his glove off, he still ended up smearing a thick line of dirt over his skin; apparently, there was a hole in the thumb, which he noticed as he started tugging the glove back on. He frowned at the patch of dirt-coated skin peeking out of the rip, and the wrinkling of his brow made a few flecks of the soil detach from his forehead and roll down, bouncing off the tip of his nose. 

Neito thought of Tetsutetsu and Yosetsu sneering at him earlier. They took one look at him in his collared shirt and khaki pants, and then joked about how “he was too delicate for hard labor.” With a determined huff, Neito just tugged the glove down to his wrist. A little dirt never hurt anybody. He could do this. 

Too delicate for hard labor… Tch, he grumbled silently as he leaned over the edge of the flowerbox to begin scooping the soil around the base of the flower. I’ll show them. 

He said that, and yet he could only go another minute before ripping the glove off so he could grab the hem of his shirt and use it to wipe the stripe of dirt off his forehead. It must have been the fertilizer, he told himself with a petulant pout. The fertilizer was making his skin irritated, and the last thing he wanted to do was break out in hives or something, right? He rubbed at his forehead with a frown, not sure if he was imagining little red bumps pushing up on his skin or not. 

“‘M not delicate,” he muttered under his breath. Somehow it felt like more of a detriment than a reassurance. 

“Neitoooooo~!” 

Neito looked up just in time to see Pony flouncing over with a woven basket in her hands. Her waves of golden-blonde hair swished with each over her bouncy steps, and his throat constricted at the way the sunlight played over the strands. It was like her hair was sunlight, silken threads woven by the hand of the sun god himself. Honestly, Neito wouldn’t be surprised if the god came down from the heavens himself to tell him Pony was the sun. The light in her smile, her eyes, her beautiful hair… He’d believe it, all right, without a doubt. 

Neito was rough around the edges, and Pony was delicate in the most wonderful way. Far too delicate for him to ever dare touch. 

“What’s up, Pony?” he asked, pulling a terse smile on his face to try and fake some sense of nonchalance. If she noticed the tautness of his expression, she didn’t say anything. Instead, she plopped down next to him, tucking her hooved legs at her side and setting the basket on her lap. 

“Look!” 

Neito glanced down to see the basket filled to the brim with flowers plucked off at the stem. Neito frowned, not sure if he had the heart to tell Pony that she probably shouldn’t have picked them. Before he could open his mouth, however, she piped up ecstatically, “One of the flats of flowers had some weird fungus growing on the stems and roots, so they had to trash it. But I managed to save all the pretty flowers!” She scooped up some of the blooms and tossed them into the air with an excited squeal. “So I’m going to make flower crowns!” 

“Flower crowns, huh?” Neito chuckled. His smile began to melt, turning lopsided with his bashfulness. It was always so uncanny, how she put him at ease without even trying. 

“Yup! So you can get back to work, just keep your head still for me,” she chirped, wasting no time in plopping a bare circlet of woven twigs atop his head. Without waiting for his answer, she began to insert the flowers between the small gaps in the sticks, humming a tune under her breath as she did. Neito would shake his head as he laughed, but he didn’t want to disrupt Pony’s work in progress. 

Neito picked up another one of the potted carnations from the flat beside him. He grasped it by the base of the stem to hold the flower out of the way as he flipped the pot over against his palm. He took his time easing the packed soil out of the pot, gently tugging it inch by inch until it gave way and slid all the way out. He cupped it in one hand while he used the other to pick up the trowel, reaching forward to dig another hole in the flowerbox. It was a little awkward, not being able to lean over lest he disturb Pony, but he made it work. 

“Neito, do you like flowers?” Pony asked just as he was patting down the soil. He couldn’t move his head with her weaving the flower stems into the twigs, so he just peered at her out of his peripheral vision to acknowledge he was listening. She had her gaze trained on the half-finished flower crown, but she must have felt him looking because her blue eyes flicked down to meet his. As soon as they did, Neito felt his cheeks flush with warmth. 

“I don’t really feel a certain way about them,” he admitted. 

“You don’t think they’re pretty?” 

I think you’re pretty, he countered silently. His blush furthered at the intrusive thought, coursing over his cheekbones to begin flooding his ears. He began to wonder what Pony would think if he said that, but he stopped the words short on his tongue. Neito liked Pony; he really did. But Neito didn’t know what to do with her. He was afraid, bitterly so, of hurting her without meaning to. He knew himself enough to know he couldn’t be delicate if he tried, and he couldn’t imagine treating Pony as anything but. 

So he swallowed the words, but they lodged hard in his throat, hell-bent on coming out. 

“Sure they’re pretty,” he said instead. Pony nodded, looking back to the flower crown as a flower stubbornly refused to weave in. Neito could feel her fingertips pushing his hair aside, brushing over his scalp; it made a shiver start crawling up his spine, and it took everything he had to quash it before it could send him into a full-body quiver. “I just—hmm,” he cut off with a sharp intake of breath when her fingers inadvertently brushed over the shell of his ear while she adjusted one of the flowers. “I guess I’m not a fan of these flowers.” 

“Oh? What flowers do you like, Neito?” 

Neito cocked his head to the side and frowned. He’d never really considered it. His eyes roved the expanse of the slowly-forming garden and drank in the myriad of flowers bobbing in the breeze. However, his eyes didn’t come to rest on any of the blooms contained within the flowerboxes. Now, the flowers that gave him pause were the dandelions growing in the shade next to the watering house, their yellow petals still dripping with the morning dew. 

“Dandelions,” he answered with a small smile. 

“Dandelions?” Pony echoed. 

“Yeah,” he nodded. He hadn’t looked back at her yet; he was still staring at the little tuft of weedy flowers across the courtyard. Dandelions were definitely his favorite, he affirmed with a small nod. They were just what he wanted to be—delicate, yet still unrefined. Tough enough to weather the storms, but delicate enough to be able to be soft against someone’s fingers. 

But more than that… Their sunny color reminded him of Pony, of the sunshine in her hair. 

“Why dandelions?” she asked. She’d finished the flower crown, apparently, because when he looked at her, she was just sitting there with her hands resting in her lap. She offered a smile at his look of confusion. “I’m just curious. I want to know why Neito loves them so much.” 

Neito sucked his lips into his mouth. Oh, fuck. Ohhhhhhh, fuck. He was about to do it. He was about to do it, wasn’t he? With the words from earlier still lodged stubbornly in his throat, he couldn’t swallow these. Indeed, they tumbled right out, and he couldn’t stop them if he wanted to. 

“Because they remind me of you.” 

Pony blinked, and then her nose and eyes crinkled up as her face split into a giddy smile. She shifted, planting her hands against the ground so she could lean closer to his face. 

“Me? Like a dandelion?” 

Neito’s blush had spread across every inch of his skin now, staining it as pink as the carnations in the flowerbox beside him. He simultaneously wanted to avert his eyes and meet hers, which culminated in him nervously flicking his gaze back and forth between her face and his shoes. 

“Mm,” he grunted shyly in affirmation. When he tipped his head to the side a little to scratch at the space above his head, the flower crown shifted a little, dropping down over his brow. Giggling, Pony reached up to right it, but her hands took their time coming down; her fingers skimmed slowly over the soft petals, inching their way down to lightly cup Neito’s cheeks. Encouraged by the glimmering of her eyes—like sunlight refracting on blue ocean waves—Neito continued, “They remind me of… how pretty your hair is in the sunlight.” 

His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, and he dropped his gaze to the tresses of hair falling over her shoulder. Begging him to touch, practically, but he was still so scared. He was scared they would fracture in his hands, ripping on his uneven fringes. 

“Why are you scared?” Pony asked in a small, breathy voice. He glanced up, eyes blowing wide from being so easily perceived, to find that she was nearly nose-to-nose with him. She fluttered her golden lashes, and her lips played in the space over his as she murmured, “I know Neito would never hurt me. Because Neito is soft.” 

“Yeah?” he laughed breezily, his lips forming something between a smug smirk and a bashful smile. 

“Mhmm,” she nodded. The action made the tip of his nose brush his, and it felt like lightning struck at the point of impact. The electricity surged through his body, lighting up each and every one of his nerves until he was tingly all over. He couldn’t feel his fingers, but he could watch them crawl up, up, up towards her hair—

and his sense of touch spontaneously returned the moment her hair met his fingertips. Soft was the only thing he could think as he gently took a swathe of it between his thumb and forefinger. He rubbed it between the pads of his fingers, and it literally felt like the finest silk. He was far too enraptured by it now to even consider the fact that they were in public, so he didn’t even give it a second thought before bringing the strands of her blonde hair to his face so he could place a gentle kiss on the ends. 

She smells like sunshine, too, he thought distantly. The scent flooded his nose like the pheromones of the flowers, but none of them had a perfume as sweet. Drunk on it, he kissed up the length of her hair; when he felt the side of his head nudge against her jawline, only then did he pull back. He quirked his head, waiting for any indication from her for him to stop. But she just batted her eyelashes at him, a smile on her lips and anticipation in her eyes. 

Well, Neito never had been one to refuse such a blatant invitation. 

Pony’s hair was soft, but her lips were pure velvet. His hand pushed into her tresses of hair, winding it around his fingers, at the same time he pressed the slightest of little kisses against her pursed lips. Gentle, he was so gentle, still a little scared she would shatter under his touch—but she didn’t. And that was all he needed to go all in. He swooped back down to capture her in a second, much more passionate kiss, and his eyes rolled back in his head as their mouths slotted together because God did it feel like they were a perfect fit. And she was so close, surrounding him, enveloping him in her glow. She smelled like sunshine, she tasted like sunshine, she was sunshine. 

She was Neito’s sunshine. His dandelion shining in the sun. And as he reached up to cup her face, he fancied that maybe he had some delicateness after all… Just enough. 

[ao3feed-bnha-girls]

Avoiding the Alien

Avoiding the Alien by FalseSeraph

Mina notices that Monoma has been doing everything in his power to avoid her, going as far as to have his classmates target her specifically at the Joint Training. Her friends notice this and kidnap him to find out why, causing his own friends to come and rescue him.

Words: 3668, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ashido Mina, Kirishima Eijirou, Monoma Neito, Tsunotori Pony, Kamakiri Togaru, Tokage Setsuna, Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka, Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki

Relationships: Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Monoma Neito/Tsunotori Pony, Kamakiri Togaru & Tokage Setsuna, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki

Additional Tags: Misunderstandings, Humor, One Shot, stealing bakugou's food, Kaminari Denki is a Good Friend, Kaminari Denki is a Dork, Sero Hanta is a Good Friend, Tokage Setsuna is a Good Friend, Kamakiri Togaru is a Good Friend, Pranks and Practical Jokes, Fluff, Quirk Analysis

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43623655

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[artsy--shipper]

More of these cuties 😊💕

[monomakinnie]

~sweet like honey lavender, keep on running back to her~

[imitationpersonne]

I just wanted to ask your opinion on Pony and Monoma's relationship since I liked how you summed up his relationship with Setsuna. I was especially curious since the databook came out and the official art drawn by Kubo on the covers of both the manga and light novels. It is especially funny since she seems to be the only one in class 1b who never had anything bad to say about him.

// Hey, I got your DM version of this yesterday, and I wasn’t ignoring it. I generally take a long time to respond to things, as my RP partners would know. Most of the content that’s been showing up on my blog is from my queue (which is set to be depleted at the very beginning of November), and aside from that, I’ve been having some health/mood problems for the past couple of weeks that’s made it harder to be productive. So yeah, I hope you weren’t getting anxious or anything, since it’s just been a day.

Considering how often Monoma and Pony are placed together in art and scenes, I can imagine they’re probably on the warmer side of Monoma’s relationships. I’m no expert on Pony, but taking this from Monoma’s perspective, I get the feeling he sees her as perhaps a little impressionable–trusting if not naive. In Pony’s Ultra Analysis page, he is described as her “Japanese teacher?” And judging from his suspect smirk in said excerpt, as well as the scene in which he tricks her into smack talking class A, his motives seem to be at least partially prank or amusement related. He might legitimately teach her good Japanese at times, but I can see him inserting his own agenda or at least messing with her because of her unsuspecting nature. I also expect he possibly likes the concept of taking her under his wing, being like a more knowledgeable senpai in matters of Japanese. Plus, given his tendency to enjoy Western aesthetic (French comics/food/dorm room style, Victorian hero costume), perhaps he is prone to taking a liking to Western foreigners, as well.

I found it interesting to notice she does make a rather disappointed face (not sure if in the manga; I’m too lazy to check) once when he was chopped for making a scene at the buses at the beginning of training camp.

So she’s not totally oblivious or dismissive of his inappropriate behavior. That being said, she’s not the only one to have never physically voiced protest against him. Of course, there are plenty of class B who haven’t talked about him at all (the curse of being minor characters with very few scenes). But of those he has interacted with/around… Correct me if I’m forgetting, but I don’t recall Tsuburaba, Tetsutetsu, Shiozaki, Shishida, Tokage, Komori…and probably more, ever speaking up. I vaguely recall maybe Tetsutetsu implied he’s a coward for backing out of the punishment game at the end in the light novels, so maybe that counts as something, just not the usual complaint. It’s really only a handful of people that have truly expressed being irked by his behavior, the most outspoken being Kendou, of course. Though he does get a bunch of tired/odd looks from others (including Pony).

And just to add in the end, because I suspect this might be part of your interest, I think Monoma and Pony could be a cute ship (Monotori? Ponoma? Poneito? Ponei? Mony? LOL, I’ll just call it MonoPony). Considering shonen series tend to conclude with a lot of heterosexual pairings, I don’t think I’d be disappointed if MonoPony were an aimed-for canon endgame relationship. In exploring the dynamic (which I doubt canon would really do), it would interest me to see the relationship develop from senpai-kohai into Monoma gaining more respect for her as an equal, or being impressed that she’s not as oblivious as he’d expected, if that makes sense? Not trying to say he disrespects her now, but he does have a bit of an ego. I personally tend to enjoy seeing that (gently!) put in check in a heterosexual relationship. Somebody has to be the one to nudge his moral compass in the right direction.

[darkfiretaimatsu]

It’s objectively the funniest card, even if you don’t understand the card you’re playing it against, and you can’t change my mind~

As for those other games, nopony’s played Mario Kart since Double Dash!!, and our board game is called Monopony~

[vannahfanfics]

Happy are the Apples

Word Count: 1900

Fluff, Sick Fic, Domestic, Hurt and Comfort, Crushes

Summary: Pony has fallen ill with a cold. She laments the fact that, being so far away in Japan, she cannot have her mother's tasty apple pie that she always cooked for her when she was sick. Well, a pouty Pony will not do, so Neito's just going to have to make this apple pie, now won't he?

Vannah’s Vibes: “The Cure” by Lady Gaga

Here is the fic I wrote for the BNHA Background Character Bang! Please check out the amazing art done by my partner jackiejonzz as well, it’s super cute!

“Achoo! Ugh…” 

Neito nearly jumped out of his skin as the air split with a loud sneeze. He sat bolt upright in his chair, making it squeak as it scraped harshly across the wooden floor. It took him a few moments to realize where he was; it was only when the pencil stuck to his forehead fell off that he remembered that he had been downstairs in the common room studying at one of the tables. Well, attempting to anyway. He rubbed the red indentation that the wooden pencil had left in his skin and scowled at the writing utensil, which was now resting in the crease in his textbook. So much for that…

He jumped again as another, even louder sneeze cracked in the air like a whip. With a mutter of “What the…?” under his breath, he pushed his chair away from the table and stood up to walk over to the ring of sofas on the other end of the common room. He leaned over the back of the nearest one, squinting, and was greeted with a mess of blankets. The tips of two brown horns peeked out from the top. “...Pony?” 

The blankets wiggled around, and then Pony popped her head out. Her blonde hair was piled messily on her head in a bun in-between her horns, curly and unwashed. Her nose was bright red, and her eyes were watery and weary. She gave him a petulant sniff, then rubbed the underside of her runny nose with the side of her index finger. 

“Sorry, Neito. Did I disturb your studying?” she asked. Her voice was nasally and thick. 

Neito sure as hell wasn’t going to admit that he had been passed out drooling instead of studying, so he just shrugged, “No.” He propped his elbow up on the back of the couch to tuck his cheek into his hand, then raised his eyebrow at her. “What’s up with you? You have a cold?” 

“Yes,” she lamented. She flopped back against the throw pillows with a sigh, looking downright miserable as she pouted up at him. “It came on all of a sudden, and now I am miserable.” She heaved another sigh and poked her lips out even more. “Ahhh… At times like this, my mama would make her wonderful apple pie…” Tears flooded her already watery eyes, and Neito inwardly groaned. 

If there was one thing he had never been able to refuse, it was Pony’s pouty face. 

“Apple pie, huh?” he echoed, trying to seem less interested than he was. With a little whimper, Pony nodded and turned on her side to snuggle into the sofa. Neito tapped his index finger a few times against his cheek; was he really about to go through all the effort to make an American-style apple pie just because Pony was sick? 

Oh, damn it. Yes, he was. 

So that’s how he found himself carrying a bunch of grocery bags into the dorm kitchen after scouring the Internet for traditional apple pie recipes. He doubted it would be the same as Pony’s mother’s recipe, but the one he had found was award-winning or whatever, so it would have to do. He propped his smartphone against the coffee machine with the directions pulled up on the screen. As he was rolling up his sleeves and preparing to get to work, he heard shuffling from behind him. He turned around to see Pony standing in the entryway, her blankets wrapped tightly around her pale and sweaty form and her red, irritated eyes wide. 

“Neito… What are you doing?” 

“What does it look like?” he huffed and turned around to start taking the ingredients out of the bags. “I’m making you an apple pie.” 

He could see Pony’s face immediately light up in the reflection of the microwave, and he couldn’t help the satisfied little grin that pulled onto his lips. Yes, he much preferred her smiling to being miserable. He began peeling, coring, and slicing the apples into wedges, which he piled up onto a plate. As he worked, he could feel Pony’s eyes boring into him, making the hairs on the back of his neck prickle; when he turned around, she was now sitting at the small dining table in the middle of the kitchen. 

“Pony, shouldn’t you go back and lay on the sofa?” he asked, still holding one of the half-sliced apples in his hands. “You’re sick, you need to rest.” 

“Yes,” Pony admitted while plucking a few tissues from the box she’d brought with her. After blowing her nose and sniffling, she then looked at him with a sleepy smile. “But my favorite part about Mama’s apple pie was being in the kitchen while she cooked. It just smells so nice, and it always made me feel better.” 

For some reason, Neito found himself blushing. He hurriedly turned around so she wouldn’t see. She’d always had that weird effect on him. 

After he was done slicing up all the apples, he stepped over to the oven to preheat it. He then grabbed a saucepan and set it on a burner, which he flipped on. The electric coils immediately heated up to a bright red. He dropped half a stick of butter into the pan and idly swirled it around with a spatula until it melted, then added the flour. He continued stirring it around until it formed a thick paste. He pulled the spatula up, then grimaced at the stringy, gooey muck that clung to it. 

“So… Why apple pie?” he asked as he began adding the other dry ingredients and water. He turned to look at her while continuing to blend the mixture in the saucepan. She had her head laid on her arms, watching him with lidded eyes and a smile. It made his heart thump in his chest. 

“It is a traditional dessert in America,” she explained, then yawned. When she rubbed at her eye, it was so cute that Neito had to turn around to bite down on his bottom lip so he didn’t release the little squeal that tried to slip out. Ugh, what was wrong with him? It was just Pony… Sweet, adorable, cute Pony who he couldn’t stand to see sad… 

I might have slept so hard my brain oozed out of my ears, he thought with a quiet sigh. 

The sugar and butter mixture was boiling now, so he flipped it off and started preparing his pie crust. As he fit the pie crust down into the pan, he asked, “So do you miss it? Home?” 

“Of course I do,” she answered. Honestly, it was a perfectly acceptable answer, but it still made a pang of jealousy rip through him. He tried to focus on arranging the apple slices in the crust instead of the temper tantrum he kind of wanted to throw. Pony sniffed again, and then said, “But I love it here at U.A., too. I have learned so many amazing things, and I have grown stronger. And of course, I have met so many great people, like Neito.”

Neito froze. Then he grinned stupidly, the jealousy immediately being replaced by a rush of warmth and adrenaline. He was glad he was facing away from Pony now because it was just impossible for him to wipe that stupid grin off his face. As he finished arranging the apples and grabbed the saucepan to begin slowly pouring the mixture in, he said simply, “Oh, is that so?” 

“Of course! With Neito around, I could never be too homesick.” 

Neito’s arm gave a little jerk, and he cursed as some of the sticky, syrupy filling slipped out to splotch onto the counter. He finished filling the pie and slapped the top crust onto it, threw it in the oven, and then used a rag to carefully clean up the still-hot filling. As he tossed it into the sink, he let out a quiet sigh, trying to get ahold of himself. Pony was just too cute for her own good, and it was going to get him into trouble one of these days. 

“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” Neito said finally after he’d composed himself, walking over to join her at the kitchen table. It would take quite a while for the pie to bake. He leaned his cheek in his hand, smiling down at Pony. She mirrored it with that sweet little smile of her own, and gosh, did it just make his heart melt. 

Neito was going to have to face the fact that he was not brainless, but rather, he was just down bad for Pony Tsunotori. 

It didn’t take long for the scent of the baking apple pie to fill the kitchen. Pony breathed in deeply, her eyes fluttering closed, and then released a content sigh. 

“Mmm… It smells so good…” 

“Well, don’t get your expectations too high,” Neito sniffed with a small smirk. “I’m sure it won’t hold a candle to your mother’s.” 

“That’s okay,” she said, opening her eyes again to smile sweetly at him. “I will love it anyway because Neito made it for me.” 

This time, Neito couldn’t hide the way his expression twisted in embarrassment. He tried to cover it with his hand, but even sick, Pony was observant; her eyebrows cinched in confusion as his face lit up red, and his expression twisted into some weird blend between a smile and a scowl. “Did I say something odd?” 

He could lie. He could misdirect; he was quite good at that. But he really didn’t want to do that. Smiling wanly, he lowered his hand from his face and looked at her with a nervous little grin. 

“You really don’t know how cute you are, do you?” 

“Me? Cute?” 

“The cutest, unfortunately,” he sighed with a shake of his head. He then gave her a soft grin, reaching out to gently brush a strand of her hand from her face. “You do things to me that I don’t quite understand, Pony.” 

“Silly Neito!” Pony hummed, her eyes scrunching up as she smiled. “I think you just have a crush on me!” 

“Well, that would explain why I was so compelled to make you apple pie.” 

Pony giggled at this, then pulled herself up into a sitting position. She gathered her blankets around herself, then scooched her chair around the table until she was right up next to him. She tossed her messy hair over her shoulders, then snuggled up into the junction between his neck and shoulder, careful not to poke him with her horns. Neito’s heart stuttered, but he wrapped his arm around her anyway, enjoying the warmth slowly rolling off of her. 

“Are you trying to get me sick?” 

“We have a saying in America—‘What’s mine is yours.’” 

“I don’t think that should apply to colds,” Neito said with a scowl of distaste, and Pony laughed. She turned her face to look up at him, and he just melted into those big, beautiful blue eyes—beautiful even though they were watery and red and kind of crusty. Sighing, he rested his head carefully against hers and closed his eyes. “Well, it’s a good thing I decided to make apple pie then, since I’m going to get sick now.” 

Pony just cuddled further into him with another contented hum. He began to rub her back soothingly through the blankets. The scent of sweet apples danced around them, and Neito could not help but be momentarily grateful that of all the places Pony could be, she was right there with him. 

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[pocketramblr]

Ok fine I forced myself to put down the bnha hetpilogue predictions, under the cut bc there's a lot

Izuocha

Kamijiro

Todomomo

Kirimina

Ojikure

Tokosui

*sighs heavily* yeah iidamei

Tetsukendo

Monopony

Bakusetsuna

ShinCami/CamiKura/InaCami, I'm honestly not sure but whichever it is the other two get Faceless Future Wives

SeroIbara

PixIngine

RagTiger

Mandual

Fuyumi and- fuyumi and- no I can't say it I'm not strong enough

Natsuo/his nameless girlfriend

GangRyu

Miruko and whatever ua teacher dude happens to be alive at the end of this, Snipe or someone

MtWoods

Edgeshot is mysterious and will get to be unconfirmed in anyway

Joke and- please light let it be joke and mic instead just leave Aizawa alone please I'm begging

The little Asuis and Shimanos will be paired off, such luck there's a big brother, big sister, little brother, little sister...

Of course there will be a hint of Kouta/Eri, how could we not have that

RecoveryGran for. Some reason

TamaNejire since they at least implied he's bi but then that means pairing the MiriYuyu spares and no there's no way they can manage that so I guess the later just get a faceless wife and husband, respectively?

BubbleCenti

WashThirteen

Rocklock and his wife :) who is of course nameless but at least not faceless

KodaiNeta (deepest apologies)

KuroKomori (that's vantablack dude and mushroom girl)

Yanagi just gets paired with whatever last 1b guy they bother to show us at the end

Gentle and... You already know

Others in the Faceless Future Wives Gang: sato, koda, shoji, awase, maybe a few others in 1b that got a highlight but not all of them

YoTatami

The ninja boys that fought Shoto and the tea party girls that fought Momo will be paired off together

SiriusMick

Melissa/a third year boy, possibly american or european, that will be introduced in the third movie

[shinbaku96]

ALL BNHA SHIPS!! Tried to be in alphabetical order. Let me know if I have missed any. I couldn’t find all of them

Straight

Bakucamie

BakuMomo

Todomomo

Kachakko

AsuiKoda

AwaMomo

BakuJirou

BakuMina

BakuToga

DekuMeli

DekuMomo

DekuMei

DustBunny/MiruShig

TogaDabi

EnjiRei

GrapeAcid/MinaNeta

GrapeCreate/MomoNeta

GrapeGravity/OchaNeta

GrapeFrog/TsuNeta

GrapeInvisability/TooruNeta

GrapeSound/JiroNeta

TogaShig

IidaMomo

IidaOcha

IidaMei

InkoMight

IzuMina

IzuMomo

IzuOcha

KamiJirou

KamiMina

KamiTsu

KatSuyu

NejiMiri

DekuTsu

NejiTama

MidMight

MiruHawks

OjiTooru

SatoTooru

SeroMina

SeroMomo

SeroOcha

SeroTsu

MonoPony

MinaYama

SeroJiro

TokoMina

ShojiKure

TetsuKendo

ShinAshido

TodoChako

TodoCamie

TodoJiro

TodoMina

TodoTooru

TogaDeku

TogaTwice

TogaZawa

MomoZawa

MinaZawa

TooruZawa

StainToga

Yaoi (M/M)

BakuDeku

TodoDeku

Bakutodo

ShinBaku

ShinTodo

ShinDeku

BakuToko

TokoYama

BakuYama

DekuYama

TodoYama

DekuShima

Kiribaku/BakuShima

ShinKami

DabiHawks/Hot Wings

ShigaDabi

EnjiHawks

EraserMic

EraserMight

SeroKami

TodoSero

ShinSero

BakuSero

DekuSero

IidaSero

SerOji

SeroNeta

Bakuneta

DekuNeta

SeroSato

SeroKouda

KoudaSato

SeroToko

ShinToko

KamiToko

TokoNeta

DekuToko

KamiToko

ShinToko

ShojiToko

ShinShoji

BakuShoji

TodoShoji

KiriTetsu

IidaTodo

IidaYama

TamaKiri

MiriTama

BakuKami

KamiIida

KamiNeta

IzuShoji

KiriDenki

SeroKami

Yuri (F/F)

TogaOcha

MomoMina

MomoOcha

MomoTsu

TsuChako

MomoJiro

MinaJiro

OchaJiro

JiroTsu

MomoKendo

TogaMomo

TogaTsu

TogaJiro

Poly

BakuBowl

DekuBowl

KiriKamiDeku/traffic light

BakuKiriTodoDeku

BakuShinTodo

BakuShinTodoKami

These are all that I can remember/could find please let me know if you know more!!

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