#OR MAYBE HE'S STILL UNDER THEM AND THAT'S WHY UA TEACHES SO FUCKING BADLY. WHO KNOWS. fucked to consider tho

[hella1975]

literally nezu is so interesting as a character ‘he was experimented on by humans when he was young because of his genius level intellect and he is now the principal of the most famous hero school in the country and possibly the world’ HELLO???

LIKE I THINK WE MISSED A FEW CHAPTERS MAYBE????

[kirishibi]

Hi! I just found your blog and I love it! I was wondering if I could request something with Shinsou, Kaminari, Kirishima, Todoroki, and maybe Bakugou (sorry if that’s a lot) to where their shy crush (with a flower quirk) confesses to them and gives them a bouquet of flowers? Thank you either way (i understand wholeheartedly if not)!!! 💛

Warnings: None!

Pairings: Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader, Kaminari Denki x Reader, Todoroki Shoto x Reader, Kirishima Ejirou x Reader, Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

a/n: omg you’re a sweetheart, thank you so much! i went ahead and did these as headcanons, hopefully that's alright - enjoy! 💛

p.s. through writing this, i discovered that i don’t know shit about flowers

Shinsou Hitoshi

The moment the words ‘I have feelings for you’ fall from your lips, Shinsou’s stunned into silence

Unexpected is an understatement, but he’s not complaining in the slightest

Of course he has a crush on you. How could he not?

You’re the gorgeous, yet reserved and soft spoken badass of class 1a. To him, anyone who doesn’t recognize that is an idiot

He never intended to make a move on you, though. You’re too perfect to have feelings for a guy like him, or so he thought

He can’t help but stare wide-eyed as you present a beautifully wrapped bundle of purple flowers to him with shaky fingers. 

“I like lilacs a lot… t-they remind me of you, so- um- I grew some for you with my quirk.” A blush creeps onto your cheeks as you look away, anxiously nibbling on your bottom lip

He watches as you timidly fidget with the flowers’ stems

He desperately wishes your were holding his hand rather than the bouquet

Shinsou doesn’t realize how badly he wants to kiss you until the feeling becomes overwhelming, and he can no longer help himself

His body moves before his mind has time to catch up

A strong hand cups your jaw, calling your attention back to him and gently tilting your chin upward

It takes all of Shinsou’s self control not to press his lips to yours

He instead opts to kiss you on the forehead, deciding to save the real thing for when the time is right

You deserve a truly special first kiss, after all

He feels warmth creep up his neck to his cheeks, his face beginning to flush 

“These are beautiful, but sadly I don’t have anything to put them in.”

When you begin to stutter out an apology, he presses a finger to your lips

His other hand grabs the flowers from you, his lingering touch electric on your skin

A cool smile cracks his characteristically stern expression.

“It’s still pretty early in the evening. How about I take you to dinner, and afterwards we can try to find a vase worthy of them?”

Kaminari Denki

Denki tries to play it cool, really he does

He also fails, horribly

His mouth goes dry as he takes the bundle of flowers from you, “These are so cool! Did you grow them yourself?”

This boy has been so damned in love with you for so long 

Since he met you, truthfully

Normally, he’d just ask you out casually and brush it off if you rejected him

That’s what he does with every other girl, at least

But you’re not every other girl. He actually cares about you, and wants you to care for him too

He’d been waiting for the perfect moment to finally tell you about his feelings for you

He’s typically an impatient guy, but you’re special. You’re worth the wait

And now you were giving him flowers?!

For months he’d been planning the best way to confess how he feels for you, and now you’re the one telling him how he makes your heart flutter and knees weak

The moment you nervously glance away to gather your thoughts, he’s pinching himself just to make sure he’s not dreaming

He can hear his heart pounding in his chest as you talk

He’s sure you can hear it too

One hand is gripping the bouquet so tightly his palm has gone numb

The other nervously thumbs the petals of a chrysanthemum - yellow, to match his hair

When your words trail off, and you nervously look up, awaiting his response, he finds himself tongue tied

All he do is timidly pat your head and smile, “You’re so cute it’s unfair. How could I not like you back?”

Todoroki Shoto

This feeling was entirely new to Shoto

When he first met you, he just thought you were pretty

Later, he discovered that you had a wonderful personality as well, and by then he found himself unable to take his eyes off you - be it during in-the-field lessons or in the classroom

You’re the reason he scored lower than Midoriya on the last practical exam and had to endure an earful from Endeavor the following day

Watching you use your quirk so elegantly and tactfully during a mock battle, though, was entirely worth it

Something about you is alluring. You spark feelings in him that he didn’t even know existed

Do you have a second quirk? To him, there was no other explanation

He tried to ask Midoriya about it, hoping to find an answer as to why his mouth goes dry when you’re around, why his palms get sweaty when you talk to him, and his body grows hot at every lingering touch

Apparently, his friend wasn’t in the mood to answer questions, because he only turned red and backed away, telling Shoto to just talk to you himself.

He asks you to take a walk with him so that he can confront you directly, to which you agree, stating you have something to talk to him about as well

At some point, you stop to sit in a grassy area and rest

As he watches red and white roses grow under your fingertips, he finds his breath taken away once again

You pluck the freshly grown flowers, tying them together with a ribbon that had previously been wrapped around your wrist

Then, you confess your feelings for him

Hearing you put into words exactly how he’d felt about you for so long makes him entirely confused yet so elated he can hardly keep still

“So, you feel that way when you’re around me… because you like me? That’s what that feeling is?”

You nod, and a small smile upturns the corners of his mouth. 

“Oh. Well, then I like you too.” He says so casually that it leaves you speechless. “Does this mean I get to date you now?”

Kirishima Ejirou

When you ask to speak to Kirishima alone, he gets so excited he can hardly contain himself

He doesn’t even know what you want to discuss, but getting to talk to you one-on-one always does that to him

And when you tell him you have something to give him? Oh boy, he’s like a puppy who’s owner just said ‘treat’

Flowers aren’t exactly the manliest gift, especially when they’re from you, the girl Kirishima been trying to impress since his first day at UA

Making you smile makes him feel very manly, though, so he gladly accepts the scarlet bouquet when you offer it to him

He doesn’t quite know what to do with the flowers, so he takes a sniff

They smell like you, sweet and earthy

The overjoyed look on your face when he calls the flowers pretty only delights him more

In that moment, he decides he loves flowers, bouquets, and you everything else that interests you.

If it makes you happy, it makes Ejirou ecstatic 

He’s so lost in thought that he almost doesn’t hear you timidly clear your throat and begin telling him the reason you’d wanted to be alone

He listens with a wide, sharp-toothed smile as you explain your feelings

If you stumble on your words, he’s quick to rub your back with his free hand until you’re calm enough to continue talking

Once your done, he wraps you in a tight hug

He rests his chin on your head as you bury your face in his chest 

“Don’t worry, (Y/n), I feel the same way about you!”

He plants a loving kiss atop your head before pulling away

“I’d love to be your guy if you’ll let me.” He smiles at you once again, feigning calm when inside his heart’s about to explode

He looks back down at the bouquet, a look of mild concern replacing his joyous expression. 

“The only problem is, uh, I’ve never taken care of flowers before. I don’t really know what to do with these, but I want to make you proud… can you teach me?”

Bakugou Katsuki

Oh FUCK this tsundre gremlin isn’t gonna make confessing easy on you. Nuh uh. Good luck, he’s a little shit

You knock on his bedroom door a little while after he’d loudly declared to you and your peers that he was going to bed

You’d slipped away moments after his announcement as the rest of class A played some card game in the common room

When he opens the door, he’s expecting to see Kaminari or Kirishima with a big dumb smile, standing there ready to bug him as was typical at this time of night

Instead, he’s greeted by you, holding a bouquet of orange flowers and nervously toeing the ground

If you hadn’t been looking elsewhere, you’d have caught a brief smirk flash across his lips before it was forced away, replaced by his iconic scowl

“Whatdya want and what the hell is that.”

When you ask to come in so that you can talk in private, it takes everything in him not to respond with an eager ‘yes’

He continues his forced frown as he steps aside, folding his arms across his chest as you enter the dimly lit room

He kicks the door closed behind you with a huff. “‘Kay, what is it? I’ve gotta sleep, ya know.”

You nervously stutter out your confession as his angry gaze warms your skin and slicks your palms with sweat

When you finish, he silently takes the bouquet from your hand, eyeing it skeptically

He’s convinced this is a dirty prank, some ploy thought up by the idiots that hang out with him

He’s got no clue how they knew he had a thing for you, but he’s getting more pissed by the second as he tells himself there’s no way this is real

There was no way that you, the girl he’d been quietly admiring for what seemed like forever, had a crush on him

You’re too sweet to want someone so bitter. Even he knows that

As he looks up from the vibrantly colored bundle of flowers and back to your worried expression, though, he realizes there’s no way this is fake 

His angry demeanor softens as he watches the anxious fidget of your fingers, the way your hands shake and shoulders cave in uncertainty

“You’re serious?”

“Ye- um, well, I-” You stutter out, trying to prepare for a brutal rejection, tears threatening to well up in your eyes

“Spit it out. Yes or no?”

“Yes. I’m serious”

He sets the bouquet down on his desk with more care and grace than you’d thought possible for the blond brute, before folding his arms across his chest yet again

“I’ll keep the flowers, but if you tell anyone, you’re dead. I mean it.”

You nod in understanding, still bracing yourself for him to raise his voice or insult you

“... And I’ll be your boyfriend or whatever, but that means you’re mine and only mine, got it? If anyone other than me lays a finger on you, tell me so I can kill ‘em.”

[clacking-away]

Aizawa Fluff warm-up piece

2650 words - cursing

The jingling of the keys sounded down the empty street as my shaky hands tried to get the proper key to fit into the slot of the lock.  “God damn fucking piece of…” I trailed off questioning if I even really needed to lock the door, after all, who would want to steal from this rinky-dink little art shop, I could probably leave the door unlocked all night and nothing would be gone in the morning, right?  “Fucking finally,” I muttered under my breath as the key slid into the door and I no longer had to question whether or not this job was worth the hassle of this door every night and how I might have explained to my boss that the reason that everything was stolen last night was because I was too lazy to be bothered to actually lock the door, and I figured it would be fine.  Or maybe I wouldn’t have told her the truth, maybe I should have given myself a black eye and say I was jumped, meaning that the person stole my keys and we should get a new door with a better lock, one that actually accepted the key...ya know...so the person couldn’t come back and break in.  

With the satisfying thud of the lock sliding into place I took my keys out of the lock, which of course had no problem coming out because why would it, and I turned to walk towards my car when I am faced with a mass next to me.  “Oh, sorry…” I mutter again trying to slide past them, my eyes locked on the ground.  However, I am stopped by an arm jutting out from the man.  I quickly glance up at him to see what was going on when I noticed that I couldn’t see his face.  Not that he didn’t have one, because of course he did, but in that he had covered it with a bandana.  

“Hand over the bag and you won’t get hurt,” he said, a low growl in his voice.  Was I actually getting mugged?  What is this universe?  I was joking I wasn’t really going to tell Jaclynn that I was jumped I swear!  It was (mostly) a joke!  “What are you deaf?  Give me your bag!” I quickly look that man up and down.  If only I knew his quirk, I have a shitty one, but if he also had a shitty one I might be able to take him.  That quick glance up and down was apparently the wrong idea because he simply reached out for my bag after that.  Instinctively I pull it away from him and that was the wrong idea.  He promptly turns his hand into a hammer and swings it at me.  Yeah, this guy is easily gonna beat me.  I was able to duck, but in doing so I quickly lost my balance.  I threw my arms behind me to catch me as I fell, and luckily I was fine, but my purse went flying.  The man turned and saw it land on its side with a thud, but he didn’t move.  “I’ll teach you a lesson first.  You should learn to do what you are told!”  He yelled as he stomped down on my ribcage with all his might knocking the wind out of me.  I prepared myself to be struck again as he raised his hammer hand up, but what hit me was not what I anticipated.  

The sound of skin hitting skin rang through my ears and I felt the familiar sting burn across my cheek.  He had slapped me, but why?  I open my eyes to look at him and see what had happened, but he looked just as confused as I was.  Taking my chance I try to wiggle free from him but to no avail.  “I don’t know what you’re trying but let’s try this again shall we?”  He grunted raising his hand once more.  It was no hammer this time, but simply a fist.  I could see it rushing down towards me, I braced for impact.  The half a second seemed to drag on forever, it’s amazing how time will drag on when you simply want something done and over with.  I could swear I was waiting there for at least ten seconds, eyes and jaw clenched.  Wait...it has been ten seconds.  I slowly open one eye to peak around and see what is happening.  Looking up the man was still above me but his arm was wrapped in something.  A white bandage maybe?  No, a scarf.  I followed the fabric back to its origin and it was a tired looking man with his eyes open to a scary degree.  Was he blinking?  It doesn’t look like he’s blinking.  

The tired man slowly walked closer, not making much noise, at least not that I could hear over the shuffling the man above me was making as he was trying to struggle free of the scarf.  “Your quirk isn’t going to work.”  The tired man kept walking closer, tightening the scarf as he did.  Oh shit, I think that’s Eraser Head!  As he came into closer into view so that I could see his features more clearly under the street light, a wave of realization flooded over me, I am being saved by a pro-hero.  

In one swift motion, Eraser Head yanked the man off of me, tying him up deeper in his scarf.  “You,” he turned to me, “call the police.”  I simply nodded and grabbed out my phone, wincing as my ribs stung from the movement.  I could tell he was watching me the entire time, but he didn’t say anything.  

I lay in the bed of the hospital, I told them I would be fine, it was just one broken rib, but the hospital insisted that I spend the night, and it meant that I didn’t have to go to work so I wouldn’t really complain I guess.  However, it did mean I had more time to think.  My mind would wander around any and every subject it could, but I always seemed to go back to thinking about last night.  About what the police asked me, what might have happened if Eraser Head hadn’t shown up when he did.  If I’d ever see him again, after all, he seemed to almost vanish once the police were done talking to him.  I wanted to thank him properly, I think I forgot to last night because of the messy state I was in.  

“Okay, if I ever see him again I will have to make sure to thank him.”  Catching myself saying this out loud I quickly glanced around to ensure that no one had heard me talking to myself before continuing my thought as just that, a thought.  I can probably find out where he is online...not in a stalker way!  Like, what he likes...cause he’s a pro hero...yeah...that’s what I meant.  Why am I trying to clarify this to myself, no one else knows what I’m thinking?  Reaching out for my laptop on the table next to me I get to work, trying to find out what I can to be able to thank the man who saved me.

As I go through the pro hero database I find out more about Eraser Head, not exactly what I wanted but it’s better than nothing I suppose.  At least I found out that he teaches at UA, looks like he works with All Might.  It would be creepy for me to just show up at a high school for no reason right?  I mean I don’t even have a kid, nor do I know anyone who works there.  “Ughhh it would be so much easier if I knew what he liked to do,” I groaned.  Right as I was getting back to my snooping there was a light knock on my door.  Probably the doctor again, I’m honestly fine, they don’t need to keep looking in on me. “Come in,” I call keeping my eyes on my laptop screen.  

“Hello (y/n).”  That voice wasn’t my doctors.  It was familiar but not because of that.  I look up and see what was on my screen reflected in real life.  

“Eraser Head!” I sputtered, quickly closing my laptop, hoping that he couldn’t see the reflection of the screen in my glasses.  

“Aizawa is fine.  How are you?  Did he hurt you badly?”

“O-oh um okay, Aizawa, yeah I’m fine.  Just one broken rib.  What are you doing here?  I-I mean, it’s just you seem like a busy man and like you don’t really have time to be checking in on all the people you save.”  

“Oh, well one of my students was admitted in here earlier today so I came to see him and I thought I would stop by to check in on you.  Since I couldn’t stay for long after the police arrived last night.”  

“Oh, that’s very kind of you.  I’m fine now, I think they are going to let me go in a couple of hours.  But I'm glad you stopped by!  I don’t think I thanked you last night in the blur of everything happening. So...ummm...thanks, ya know.  For saving me,” I awkwardly chuckled at the last bit.  He was dressed fairly differently now compared to yesterday.  For one his scarf is gone and two his hair is pulled back into a ponytail.  It really showed off how sharp of a jawline he has, especially with that stubble he kept either from fashion preference or laziness, probably the latter looking at him.  His student probably constantly wear him out, I can only imagine being a teacher and all the hard work it takes.  

“No need to thank me, I was walking home and saving people is part of my job.”  He began leaning on the doorway, his shirt lightly riding up.  

“Well, I am appreciative.  I want to thank you properly, um...what if I were to buy you dinner sometime!”  He got a slight smirk on his face at that suggestion.  “Oh!  N-not like as in a date, but I mean...um...I just...you saved my life, you know?  I can’t just not repay you!”  Fuck, shit, he probably thinks you have a crush on him now.  

“It really wasn’t a big deal, I’m sure you would have done the same thing if you were in my shoes.” He stood straight up again, “look I appreciate your offer, but it was really nothing to make a big deal about.”

“Well, it was kinda a big deal to me, so...ummm...what if I just buy your meal at the hospital cafeteria?  You said you had a student in here right?  So you probably haven’t had lunch yet, let me pay for it.”  I started to push things away so that I could get out of my bed.  

“I guess I could go for a cup of coffee, Midoriya is going to be in here for a while longer..” he trailed off his thought and as he did I got to my feet and began to smooth down my clothes and put on my slippers.

“All right!  I said, let's go get some terrible hospital coffee then,” I said walking towards him, still blocking the doorway.  

As we made our way down the halls to the cafeteria, we were both quiet, but it wasn’t that uncomfortable type of quiet.  No, it was more like the type of quiet you have with someone you’ve known for a long time.  “So what were you doing before he approached you?  People aren’t usually out at that time of night, at least not in that area of town,”  Aizawa asked turning to me as we continued walking.  

“Oh, haha, I was just locking up the store I work at for the night but the damn lock wasn’t working,” I was getting worked up again just thinking about that dumb door again.  “It’s a little art store that myself and my boss run, she had to leave early so I was left to close up alone.”

“I see, so just wrong place wrong time I suppose,” He said turning forward again.  

“Well, I think right time right place, if it hadn’t been then who knows if you would have been there to save me, ya know?  I’m not completely helpless but that guy’s quirk was just too much for me.”  I had to crane my neck up to look at him, he towered over me, not that it’s hard to do that at my height though.  

“Hmm...I suppose if you look at it that way you’d be right.”

“The bigger question, however, is what you were doing there?  There isn’t much in that area, is there?”  There isn’t a lot online about him, he seems to mostly keep to himself, I wonder what his interests are and what he does when he’s not working?

“Oh I was just going home after walking a friend home, Hizashi drinks too much and so I needed to make sure he didn’t end up in a gutter.” There was that smirk of his again.  It was actually pretty cute, the way it made the scar on his face crinkle.  

He looked like he was going to continue that thought but a young high school girl walked up to him.  “I’m sorry to interrupt Aizawa-sensei, but Midoriya woke up again.  You asked me to let you know once he did.”

“Oh, yes, thank you Momo,” he turned to me, “I’m sorry (y/n), I have to go and...talk...to my student.  Will you please excuse me?”  I could feel my heart sink but I nodded nonetheless.  He and the girl turned down an adjacent hall, taking a second to regain my composure I keep going to the cafeteria, even if Aizawa wasn’t going to join me I still wanted something to drink.  

How could you be stupid enough to think that he actually wanted to spend time with you?  Of course he was just being nice and accepting your gesture of kindness.  It would have been rude of him not to.  I, maybe a bit too aggressively, stir more sugar into my tea.  Satisfied with the sweetness I lightly blow on the cup and go to take a sip. “Mother fucker!” I scream as it lightly burns my lip, looking around I quickly cover my mouth.  Luckily it seems like there are only a few elderly people in here and they didn’t seem to hear me.  

I start to make my way back, taking a longer route than how I came, I’ve spent so much time in that room I need some time out of there.  After maybe another 15 minute or so detour I finally arrive back at my room.  Reaching for the door I notice some movement down the hall.  It was a girl looking around the corner, no, two girls.  They were staring at me, maybe?  What could they possibly want from me?  I don’t recognize them from the store either.  Cautiously I start to approach them, but as soon as they realize I see them they smile and leap back around the corner.  Once I reach the end of the hall I look but the girls are nowhere to be seen.  

Shrugging I return to my room and there on my bed was something, something out of place.  Something that hadn’t been on my bed before.  Walking over I pick up the small envelope.  Slowly unfolding it I look at the somehow rushed and messy, yet perfectly legible handwriting and I have to look it over a couple times to make sure that it says what I think it does.  

Rain check on coffee?

-Aizawa (999)888-7777