#Shoto is made out of red flags

[justatalkingface]

Hey! I've been reblogging some of your stuff and throwing my two cents in what I think. So I come here with a simple question...

What're your thoughts on Shota Aizawa?

Because for me, he's no different than the teachers in Aldera when it comes to handling Izuku. He's also a flatout hypocrite by getting onto All Might for favoring Izuku when he does the same with Hitoshi.

And I'm not even mentioning how he uses his trauma to justify his bs teaching ways

...Hahahahaha! So, you have no way of knowing this, but I've basically been preparing for this moment, to make this rant, for the longest time. More than probably any other character in this series, I've thought about Aizawa, tried to put into words what bugged me about him, scoured the internet for opinions to broaden my understanding, to find the right words. Quite a few posts have been yours, actually.

The short answer is that, simply, I hate him. Once I got past his Kakashi Aura from my first impression, I didn't like him, but fandom hype for Dadzawa, as well as the fact that usually comes with horrifying levels of bashing for people like All Might (ironically, perhaps the most unsung hero in the setting, seeing how few people seem to like his character) curdled it deep into loathing. Still, I'm going to be try to be objective as I talk.

The long answer is more complicated, and very, very long, but still overwhelmingly negative. For me, part of it is that Aizawa is easily the winner of the title of being The Favored Mouthpiece. This is a mixed blessing for him, to say the least; on the positive side, this fact has done a lot for his positive reception and total screen time, the the narrative bends over backwards to agree with what he says, time and time again. On the negative... for all that I'm aware that he's just lines on paper, on deeply visceral level I have sympathetic disgust for all the times he's been used like a puppet to parrot one agenda or another, and it muddles the water on who his character actually is. Honestly, it's been going on for so long, and it's still going on, I wonder if I should just... accept these random outbursts as part of his actual characterization.

At a fundamental level, I've had this question burning inside of me for a long time now: does this man even want to be a teacher? No, this is a serious question: he is effectively working two jobs, and managing it terribly (unlike every other UA teacher, who are all heroes for no apparent reason, and especially Present Mic who somehow has three jobs and still is full of energy. Does that man ever sleep?). He seems to hate the daylight. He seems to hate being clean. He seems to hate children. He hates, if not teaching, then teaching people that don't vibe on his level. He hates being on a schedule. He hates following authority. Really the only part of being teacher he does probably like is the actual paycheck.

So, again, why is he a teacher? I know he likes taking someone under his wing, but that use of a singular pronoun was very specific: he wants one person, one that fills whatever bizarre and unknown criteria, to teach (I'm still not sure what made him look at about five minutes of Shinso and say, 'This, this is the child I shall give all my skills, all my knowledge, and even my physics defying combat weapon.' Like, do they have to be his mini-me? Bear the soul of Grumpy Cat? I really don't know), an apprentice, not students plural. From what I gleaned from the Vigilante manga (which I should probably reread at some point), it's that desire, but misunderstood, combined with nostalgia, loneliness (his friends were already at UA) and peer pressure, that motivated him to start teaching at UA.

I don't really need to say it, but those are terrible reasons to become a teacher, and probably help explain why he's so bad at it.

Before I get into that, I want to address one thing: I've seen, online, that Aizawa's role as homeroom teacher is something completely different in Japan than it is for anywhere English speaking. So these various comments and what not say is, in Japan, these home room teachers aren't actually supposed to teach. They're supposed to be... something like councilors, I believe: they stay with the children and help guide them, and so on, and that's why he's a better teacher than we think he is. I've never actually seen anyone counter that argument, just agree, and I've had this response waiting for a long time now: when do you see Aizawa do that?

I know the Final Exam arc is supposed to show us that, yes, Aizawa is perceptive and does notice things about his students, and does care, but that's shit. His inner monologue tells us about Momo and her lack of self confidence. The implication of that, that he's only dealing with this now, means he's been sitting on this for... how long? However long he noticed that, I guess? So, from a time period ranging between the first day of class, and just before they prepared for the test, Aizawa noticed Momo had confidence issues and apparently did nothing until that test, probably because he wanted to be 'efficient' and deal with two things at once. Why do extra work and deal with a student's issues, when you can do it while they struggle to pass their final exams? Wow. A+ job there, teach.

On Shoto... just... just no. Come back to me, someone, anyone, when Aizawa even acknowledges that that mess is made out of red flags: the fact he doesn't use half of his goddamn Quirk until Izuku beats some self reflection into him. The fact he unsubtly hates his father. The fact he doesn't seem to know how to be a normal person. The burn scar on his face when he's heat resistant. Anything. Anything. I don't expect him to look at the kid and magically realized he's abused, but there's enough there that if he's a good teacher, or councilor, or whatever, he should probably be low key probing for information on his situation, see if there's something wrong in the most general of senses, because there's clearly something wrong there.

Literally anything about Izuku or Bakugou, though I'm putting a pin on discussing that mess until later.

See, the problem with saying that Aizawa is supposed to be the class's... councilor or something, instead of a teacher, brings up the fact that he's a shit councilor. Even if it's true (I'm not Japanese, I have no idea), this doesn't make his character better, this just brings up different problems instead.

Alright, so now that that's out of the way... now I need to point out that Aizawa is a Kakashi clone, and that's a good deal of the reason he's so popular; he rode off Naruto nostalgia. Let's list off how many traits he blatantly got from him. It's more than you think!

Aizawa is like Kakashi in that: he's a teacher that doesn't want to teach, his students include the Great Hope of the setting and his 'rival', he's traumatized from a friend dying when he was young, he deals with his heavy PTSD with unhealthy coping mechanisms, he has an eye based power that turns his eyes red, he loses an eye, he takes on an apprentice that reminds him of himself and gives him his signature technique/equipment, his dead best friend is alive, his dead best friend is the enemy, his dead best friend has been heavily experimented on, his dead best friend has warping powers, his friend group consists of people more cheerful than him who respect his skills, his best friend is overwhelmingly cheery in a way that balances with his low key behavior.

...When you list it out like this, it starts to get a little nuts, doesn't it? I wonder, sometimes, how much actual thought went into the character Eraserhead, and how much was Hori just... copying the copy ninja.

Here's the problem with that though, beyond the laziness of it all: Kakashi is a ninja. He is a mercenary, a child soldier, has killed more people than we have names for in all of MHA. He lives in a military village, under a military dictatorship, and is expected to kill. The teaching system he's part of is largely involuntary, though he avoids in in part because he's so good that everyone looks the other way when he ducks out of it. These students are also ten. There is just... just so much there, so much that is utterly alien to how MHA works, that putting a copy in is... flawed, to say the least.

That's why the Bell Test Quirk Apprehension Test is so bad: Hori put that in, as a blatant echo of Kakashi testing Team Seven, without thinking once of the differences in the setting.

He's in a school, and his job is being a teacher. His literal, actual ass job is to teach students (or 'help guide them', either way). This is something he chose to do, of his own volition. Kakashi trying to ditch his potential students is him trying to avoid an unwanted burden and him avoiding poking at this massive issues with teammates and responsible and everyone he knows and loves dying around him. And when he's forced to take some on? He tries his best to teach them, and he does: think about the first Battle of the End. The way Naruto and Sasuke fought each other. Think about how Naruto used to fight. Where did he learn to throw a punch like that? Kakashi. He may show up late, but the man did his work off screen.

Aizawa trying not to teach his students is literally a man too fucking lazy to do his own job. We all know Hori retconned it with 'he just wanted them to get a taste of death' via expulsion (which, apparently in Japanese culture is something that would set them back in their prospects for life) but it's so nonsensical that it's hard to take it seriously that he just... does this. Was planning to do this the first day, because they were excited about being heros, like that deserved a taste of death (They aren't in the military, you ass, they're in high school). Is allowed to do this. That he did this to an entire class for some reason but not Bakugou, when Bakugou exists.

Which means it's time to wade into the mess that is Aizawa and Izuku and Bakugou. Let's start with Bakugou, first, since I already started.

Blatantly, obviously, Bakugou has plot armor in how people react to him, or don't, as the case may be, and one of the worst victims of it is Eraserhead. The fact that Mr. 'Taste of death' and 'Expels entire classes' doesn't at least punt Bakugou into detention, or more likely a 'taste of death' to threaten the other students (because that's how you teach your class of high schoolers! By fear!), after he actively attacks Izuku, is just... mind boggling. The way he constantly refuses to acknowledge which of them is the aggressor, which of them is the first to throw a punch, which one is constantly threatening the other....

The obvious conclusion here is that Aizawa likes Bakugou, for whatever reason, but... I don't think it's true. The thing is if he liked Bakugou, you'd think he'd... spend time with him. Try and train him. Something. But no, by and by large he acts like Bakugou doesn't exist, right until Hori needs someone to compliment him for the readers, or someone to defend him after he does something bad, yet again, and then all of a sudden he's singing his praises. This is where the downsides of being The Favored Mouthpiece comes in: every time he's complimented Bakugou, every time he's said that this mess of a child is going to be a great hero, every time he cries desperately that he, 'Still needs to be Number One!' or whatever the hell that bullshit was? That was Hori. That was always Hori. Aizawa basically isn't allowed to exist near Bakugou without Hori running interference for him.

Izuku, on the other hand, is half the opposite, half Aizawa's own biases coming in. Part of it is Hori needs Izuku to feel stressed to pump up the tension, make cliffhangers, and get Jump selling; Izuku can't have a normal school life, he needs a heart pounding one. In most shonen school settings, this is easy to accomplish because they're generally hell holes that put their students in life and death situations on the regular, and live in hierarchies based off power levels. UA, though? It's a normal, or at least "normal" school, if exceptional, in the "real" world, plus some super powers. There are standards, is the thing; they can't and won't send their students off to maybe die because of they're a secret society or whatever. They have accountability (to some extent) to the general public, in other words.

So where does Izuku's cliffhanger filled school life come from? Well, Tomura and the Tomura-ettes, for one, but for all the other times... Hori turned to his teacher.

Let me say this again, because I want to emphasis this: part of the reason Aizawa exists as he does, is so that Izuku can feel threatened at school by his teacher. Why? Because Izuku's suffering sells.

Meanwhile, though Izuku does get pulled into Bakugou's plot armor sometimes, and suffers for it (more), but as a person and a character, I think Aizawa unironically disliked Izuku from the start. He grows out of it, to some extent, but....

Let's backtrack a second, back to the Quirk Test. Izuku, at this point, is ripped. Even without his Quirk, he was throwing around fridges and working all day and night to prep for UA. He was at the peak of realistic human fitness, instead of whatever increasing soft cap we have for heroes is.

Toru is invisible. Sure, she's in shape, since she passed the exam, but Izuku clearly focused on his body in a way most of the other students aren't, and she has no Quirk that'd help her pass the test (a test that, as many have pointed out, Aizawa would have failed). She's a nice girl, sure, but there's no way she could have out performed Izuku in raw physical ability, even before the ball throw which was one of the best of that category, and far beyond whatever she could have done.

Yet Izuku was the one at the bottom, not Toru. Why? Well, you could blame Hori, and that's technically true, but the thing is, unlike Bakugou, Aizawa acts like he doesn't like Izuku. He blames him for everything, he refuses to do anything as he breaks his bones constantly, he calls him Problem Child, and anyone who thinks that's affectionate, and that Izuku should as such, and that it's a cute little nickname needs to consider that through the lenses of Izuku's low self esteem, much less from a teacher who constantly threatens his students.

Aizawa sabotaged Izuku's scores. He did it because, you're right: he's just like the teachers at Aldera, if more restrained, and for different reasons. Not because Izuku is Quirkless (though he would if Izuku was, because the man honestly is Quirkist), but because he has the wrong Quirk. Because Izuku had the audacity to come to a school to learn about how to use his Quirk, instead of practicing it illegally, or inside his own house where, at that power level, one wrong move could accidently his house. Because he apparently didn't read the files that said Izuku got it a month ago, or didn't care. Or maybe it's just he looked at Izuku, and realized that having him learn to control that was just... too much work?

At the end of the day, which reason he did it doesn't even matter. What matters is he did. The same way he plays constant mind games with his students for shits and giggles, in ways that should undermine their faith in him, the same way he paired a bully with his victim so they could 'work it out', the same way he puts minimal effort into so much of the work he does, and it's why I loathe him as a teacher.

Aizawa is a good hero, but the moment Nezu let him into a school was a mistake.

[writteninkat]

printed in crimson | Bakugou x Reader

synopsis: Your problems? One, you like Katsuki Bakugou, but he's the personification of a red flag. And two, you like to see how red the flag can get.

warnings: toxic relationship, smut, asshole katsuki, dumbass reader

wc: 3.9k

a/n: not proofread

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Katsuki pushes your head on the mattress, fucking you roughly as he chases his own high. Your cunt clenched at his rough treatment, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He chants, tightening his grasp on yoyr hair. "God this pussy loves me." Gasping, he lifts your hips up in the air, letting go of your strands as he sharply slaps your ass, using some of his quirk.

The area blooms with heat as your orgasm catches you offguard, your walls clamping down at the desperate man behind you. He bottoms inside you, voice raspy and deep as he reaches his own high, half his body falling on you.

"Get the fuck off me." You bite out, pushing yourself from under him. As your actions push his cock out of you, the feeling of his load dripping down your thighs make you shiver.

Walking towards your bathroom, you try your best to ignore the tenderness between your legs. You grit your teeth together just as you walk in, slamming the door behind you.

You face your mirror, immediately pissed at the marks he left all over your neck and torso. Bitten and bruised, you touch on the particularly swollen part on your shoulder. You remember him sinking his teeth there after you rode him so hard and fast your abs ached.

Clicking your tongue, you step under the shower, letting the warmth of the water ease you back into a peaceful state of mind.

"You lying bitch." Momo's eyebrows are knitted in fury, her gazed casted on your neck. Everyone else in the table follows her line of sight, a series of disappointed groans and tired sighs erupting from them.

You brings your hand up to cover the spot, rolling your eyes. "I thought I'd be better at color correcting now." You mumble.

Ochaco crosses her arms in dismay, glaring at you.

"Oh, come on, guys! I'm sorry, I made an honest mistake!" You whine, "This is the last time, I promise!"

"How the hell do you mistakenly fuck Katsuki Bakugou?" Momo chastises, her glare feeling like multiple knives stabbing you in the same place. Just in different angles. And they're all on fire.

"Look, our agencies had a meeting, the both of us were the last ones to leave the room-"

"So you fucked him?" Momo summarizes.

Before you even get a word out, Izuku cuts in. "Isn't it weird how Kacchan is very vocal about his hate for you and yet he still goes back everytime your paths cross?"

"I think 'hate' is too much of a strong word." Tsuyu voices her thoughts.

"No it's not. And if you think it is, you can shove that opinion up your ass. He hates me and I hate him. That's just simple facts." You frown, heart softening at the sight of Tsuyu dejected.

You hold your hand up at her, "Sorry- sorry Tsu. I just- it's been a rough week." You sigh.

"You mean a rough night?" Tenya cackles, making you shift your glare at him.

"That's one, Iida." You bite out.

"You claim you hate him, yet you still bed him." Shoto points out, sipping on his green tea. "I wonder why that is."

Yet again, right before you could defend yourself, your friends begin to jump at you.

"It's cause her favorite color's red." Momo jokes.

Ochaco shakes her head, "No, I'm pretty sure she once claimed to be a flagpole."

Kyoka, who's been silent all this time, spits her drink. "Nah, nah. She just likes to see how red the flag gets." She laughs, punching soft jabs at your arm as you glare at her.

"Alright, you know what! I'm not gonna stand for this!" You slam your palms on the table, standing from your seat. "I'm a good person, alright?! If I every treat you like shit, then that's on you. You provoked me."

Shoto raises a brow at you. "And what does it mean if you tolerate being treated like shit?"

The table is silent for a moment before your narrow your eyes at the hero, "Shut the fuck up and drink your tea." You sneer, sitting back down, crossing your arms and legs.

Just as the topic shifts to another, the cafe's bell rings, announcing someone's arrival. Your eyes train to the sound, widening at the sight of familiar red hair. His eyes scan the room before falling on your table, a wide, spiky smile stretching across his face. "Hey guys! Didn't know you all would be here!"

"Hey Eiji!" You smile back at him, allowing him to engulf you in a big hug.

A hand appears on his bicep, squeezing it tightly. "Hands to yourself." Katsuki's voice rumbles from behind the red head.

"Don't tell him what to do." You glower at the blond, arms tightening around his best friend's waist in defiance. You look up at Eijiro with wide, pleading eyes. "Hug me, Eij." You pout.

You can feel everyone's stares at you as Eijirou raises a brow in question. You ignore the fuming Katsuki behind him, softly squeezing his back in encouragement. Eijirou sighs, gently pushing you away. "Sorry babe, I don't wanna get in between whatever bullshit you and Bakubro are into."

Your table cackles as you roll your eyes at the red head.

"I have work to finish." You take your bag and your drink as it's still halfway full. "I'll see you guys soon." Without making eyecontact with anyone, you swiftly leave the cafe.

You take out a cigarette from your purse, keeping it between your mouth as you blindly search for your lighter. "Fuck." You curse, turning a corner. Now away from curious eyes, you begin shuffling throigh the numerous shit inside your little purse until a hand grabs your shoulder.

Immediately out into fight mode, you grab onto the person's forearm, about to throw them into a body slam but their actions are quick. You're spun around and slammed into the wall behind you, your eyes falling on familiar vermilion orbs.

"What do you want, Katsuki?" Your eyes narrowed and tone sharp, you attempt to break free from his hold, but the numerous times you've tried this in bed reminds you you're simply wasting your energy.

"You ignore me after the night we had? You hurt my feelings, princess." He smirks, moving his head towards you. "Don't fucking call me that." You spit. "And so what if I do? You don't control me."

"A few nights together tells me I do, actually."

Your nape burns at his statement.

"Keep talking like that and I'll remind you just how flammable your penthouse is." Your threat falls on deaf ears as he presses his body against yours. His lips press against your ear, hot breath fanning over the shell. "You gotta stop using this shit." He plucks the cigarette out of your mouth, crushing it between his fingers.

"I take it cause of you. You stress me the fuck out." Your menacing look is exchanged with a raised brow.

"And you think that little attitude of yours doesn't give me headaches?" He scoffs, apparently appalled by this personality of yours he's already familiar with.

You smile sweetly, "Your prettiest headache, right?"

Katsuki freezes at your question, surprisingly stumped before it resumes to his usual frown. He lets go of you, his fierce stare stuck on you for a few moments before he clicks his tongue and walks away.

"Hell's his problem?" You mutter, taking your pack of cigarettes once more. As you hold a stick between your fingers, you stare at it for a moment, nibbling on your lip in contemplation before sighing. You place the stick back inside the pack, returning it inside your purse before leaving the narrow alley.

The hero's gala is filled with sparkling dresses and pressed suits. You're stuck in a conversation with some foreigner hero, laughing and nodding at the right time, and only talking when you actually listen to whatever he's saying.

You can't help but scan the room for a familiar blond. Yeah, the invitation said you could bring a plus one, but he won't actually bring someone, right? He simply isn't the type.

"And how is hero work here in Japan? Ever thought of moving to a different country?" You look up at the hero in question. "I enjoy the work I do here, so no, I've never thought to emigrate, but maybe I will in the future. We never know." You shrug your shoulders, chuckling as he and the other heroes around you laugh boisterously.

You space out, their voices muffled as you swirl the wine in your glass. Bringing it up your lips, you're about to tilt it up when you hear a familiar name from behind you.

"-Bakugou. Or, Dynamight." A feminine voice introduces.

"Of course I know Dynamight! He's one of my favorite heros!" An older male voice replies loudly.

You furrow your brows, turning around. Just as expected, you come face to face with Katsuki. The suit looks impeccable on him, buttons fighting for their lives to keep the shirt closed and the arm sleeves barely containing his meaty biceps.

His eyes drop on yours, bored and uninterested. Your stare shifts to the beautiful brunette in his arms. Unsure whether it's jealousy or anger, or simply just hurt and betrayal that's making your blood boil, you softly excuse yourself from the guests around you.

Without another look back, you make your way to the balcony, taking a deep breath of the cold night air.

Annoyed.

Exactly, I'm annoyed to see him. His face is annoying, that's why I was pissy.

You're really just convincing yourself at this point.

Looking out into the mountain ranges that overlooks the balcony, you feel a sense of calm and peace. The tranquility lasts for only a minute until it's shattered once more by the familiar scent of sweet caramel.

"Who'd the unlucky guy you brought?" He asks, taking up the space beside you. Huffing in annoyance, you roll your eyes at nothing.

"For your information, if I did bring anyone tonight, it'd be the best night of their life."

Katsuki furrows his brows, glancing at you with confusion written all over his space. "You, on the other hand, seems to have made it your goal to ruin that poor girl's night." You face him, memorizing his fazed expression before turning back towards the double doors.

"She's beautiful, make sure she enjoys the party."

And with that, you step away from him. Except you try/ to, when he grabs your wrist, spinning you back around.

"Why didn't you bring a date?" You raise a brow at his question, rolling your eyes as you attempt to free your wrist from his grasp.

"Is it any of your business? Let go!" You demand, pulling your wrist from him as hard as you can. Katsuki doesn't budge, his chest rising and falling furiously as his eyes penetrate yours.

"Katsuki, I said let go-"

"Did you want it to be me?" He asks, shoving his face towards yours.

"You- what?" You tilt your head in confusion, "No!" You lie. "Of course not!"

"Liar."

Fury swirls in your stomach as you raise your hand, slapping him across the face. His grip loosens, taken aback.

You stand there, one arm suspended in the air and the other folded against your chest. A red mark begins to bloom on his cheek.

Swallowing harshly, you take him by his collar, pulling him against you as you press your lips together. Immediately, Katsuki kisses back feverishly, hands moving all over your body. One hand squeezes your waist while the other grabs your ass, pulling your ody towards his. He backs you up against the balustrade, both hands moving up your sides, embracing tightly you as if you were gonna slip from his arms any second.

You run your hands up his chest, scratching your nails up his nape until they bury themselves into his hair. His tongue dances with yours in a consuming, desperate song. He tastes of sweet wine and chocolate, your senses hightening, making your head grow light.

He pulls away, your breaths clashing with each other as you you look up into his eyes. They scream with devastation and anguish, it makes you question everything he's done to you in the past.

His hands begin to frantically undo his belt, your eyes widening as you look behind him. The curtains were drawn to cover the glass doors, probably to hide the fact that this balcony existed. But it'll only take one swipe and everyone inside would see the both of you in this state.

"Katsuki, I don't think-"

"Shut the fuck up and open your legs." He growls, using his thigh to part them. The second he makes contact with your pulsing cunt, all reason flies out your brain through a needy moan.

You look down between the both of you, watching him pump his cock once, twice, spreading his precum all over his member before he positions himself to be right infront of your hole.

You nibble on your lower lip, allowing him to push your panties to the side. Without wasting another moment, Katsuki thrusts his entire length inside you, your teeth drawing blood as you struggle to stay quiet. Katsuki softly brushes his thumb against your cheek, pressing on your lip for you to let go.

"Red looks amazing on you." He says, eyeing the blood staining your lip. Without pausing his hips, he lowers his lips down to yours, tongue peeking out as he brushes it against the crimson.

"Fuck, you make me crazy." He mutters, pulling back. He grabs the backs of your thighs, pulling them to his hips as he fucks you harder, faster.

You grab onto his shoulder for support, digging your nails onto his shoulder as your back arches. "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah Katsuki." You breathe out, slowly leaning back. Your hair bounces and trickles behind you until they're completely hanging off.

"God, this pussy should be classified as a drug." He grunts, his pace rougher now. "Can't seem to fucking quit it."

The balustrade can only be so wide, it can only accompany your ass and lower back. As you try to pull yourself back up, Katsuki wraps his hand around your throat, pushing you back.

"Katsuki!" You manage to breathe out, his grip straining. "I'm gonna fall!" You wheeze, clawing at his arm as he continues to fuck you with abandon.

"Imagine that." He smirks, leaning over. "Once I let go, you fall fifty feet. Legs still wide open and my cum dripping out of you."

Your eyes widen as the blond bites and nips at your chest, pulling the dress down to reveal your breasts. He takes a nipple inside your mouth, sucking on it harshly as his gaze glue themselves on you. Your eyelids flutter and your walls clamp down on his cock, the stimulation burning a fire of euphoria in your belly.

"Like that, huh? Like it when I hold your life in my hand?" He chuckles darkly, repeating his action to your other tit. The slapping of his skin against yours fill the balcony, the erotic sound filling your head with bliss as you forget about the life or death situation the hero has put you in, chasing your own high instead.

"That's it, fucking come for me princess." He pinches your clit, ripping an orgasm out of you. Your thighs clench together around his hips as your head tips over. You watch the world in an upside down manner as waves upon waves of ecstacy drift throughout your body.

As the feeling recedes, you're being pulled from danger and dropped onto the floor, the sticky and warm feeling of cum dripping down your inner thighs.

"Asshole." You growl at the blond fixing his pants.

You follow him, pulling your panties and dress back in place before holding onto the railings for support as you begin to stand up.

Katsuki stares at you for a moment, eyes looking desperate, as if he wants to say something, before averting his gaze. He clears his throat, clenching his hand into a fist then walks off without a word, leaving you in the balcony.

It's cold.

You're alone.

And you feel like crap.

You lean on the railing for a moment, wondering to yourself why you can't leave whatever this relationship you have with Katsuki. It isn't healthy at all.

You want a man who'll cook breakfast for you after sex, someone who'll clean you up and give you snuggles. Someone who cares about what you think and say.

"Oh, hey you." Your head flicks up at the new voice, your sights one Shinsou as he exits the ballroom. His hair is combed back, a simple suit on and in his hand is a sparkling glass of champagne.

"Ah, hey." You wipe off the tear you didn't realize fell. You turn around, a weak attempt to hide your welling eyes from him.

"You okay?" He asks, taking over the space Katsuki had just stood in before fucking you up.

"Ah, yeah. I'm fine." You chuckle nervously, pressing your lips together as you continue wiping off multiple tears that stream down on their own.

Shinsou stares at you before turning his gaze towards the mountains.

It's still quiet and peaceful. Shinsou doesn't disrupt the tranquility like Katsuki does. And he doesn't push or order you to tell him what's on your mind—he simply just stands there, waiting for you to finish.

"Actually-" You sniff, "I'm not okay."

"I gathered that." He takes a sip of his champagne.

You chuckle at your pathetic state, fidgeting.

"I keep going for shitty guys." Your lower lip wobbles, "And I don't know why. My therapist says they're simply my pattern, but I can never understand the root cause of it." You squint, remembering all the painful memories of the jerks you used to date. And the one jerk you can't seem to let go of.

"Maybe it's cause you think you don't deserve better." Shinsou places his now empty glass on the marble balustrade, turning his head towards you. "What is it you want?"

You look into the distance, your teeth playing with your lower lip as the pain from before resurfaces.

"I want a good guy. Someone who takes care of me, listens to me. Someone who shuts the fuck up for once." You chuckle, turning to Shinsou.

The man already has his body facing directly at you, flashing you a rare smile. "And Katsuki Bakugou isn't that for you."

Your brows curl in disappointment, "But I want him-"

Shinsou softly places his thumb on your lips, effectively shutting you up. "Leave him alone before the big man up there takes away that choice."

Your eyes widen, hand moving to your belly.

"You're an amazing woman. You'll find the right person to... shut the fuck up and listens to you." His smile grows wider before he takes his hand back, stepping away from you and returning inside.

You blink once, twice, before letting out a tired sigh. Just as you're about to return inside, you notice a piece of paper underneath Shinsou's empty champagne glass.

He'd scribbled his number on it. When? You have no idea. But he must have inserted it while you were busy gazing at nothing. You pull it off, inspecting it.

Should I take this chance? Call him tomorrow, maybe?

"He'll bore you." A deep and gravelly voice you know all too well sounds from behind you, making you freeze. The paper is plucked from your fingers as Katsuki moves toward you, his face right beside yours. The both of you look at the numbers scribbled on the paper.

"And you deserve someone who'll keep you on your toes."

"Being in a healthy relationship wouldn't be boring, it'd be peaceful." You say, trying to convince yourself.

"You don't want peace, princess. You wanna see the red flags in shapes of hearts." He whispers into your ear, making you swallow hard.

"You're not a fucking carnival, Katsuki." You grit out.

"But you love the rides I offer." He chuckles, making your head snap towards him.

"Shinsou will treat me the way I deserve." You defend.

"He won't treat you the way you want, princess. How you truly want it. You go with him and ten years later you're sitting at home taking care of one and a half kids, with a white picket fence around your house as you wait for Mind Control to get home." He talks as if he can see the future. "Is that what you want?"

The picture he painted terrifies you.

Your eyes return to the paper in the blond's grasp.

"I'll answer that for you." He whispers, pressing a kiss against your neck as multiple tiny explosions go off on his palm, effectively burning the small paper.

He wraps an arm around your center, pulling your body onto his as he licks your neck. "You're never getting rid of me, princess. I'm gonna ruin your life the same way you ruined mine."

"You just hate progression, don't you?" Momo raises a brow as she stares at the marks on your neck. You didn't bother to cover them up this time—she'll still be able to spot them.

"More like she's regressing." Tenya jabs, making you pinch his side. He exclaims in pain, going on a tangent about how you shouldn't do that while you tune him out, looking out through the glass window.

"I'm bored." You yawn.

"And Katsuki Bakugou isn't the game you wanna play." Kiyoka deadpans, taking a sip of her coffee.

"I beg to differ. I simply haven't learned the cheat codes yet." You smile, taking your iced caramel macchiato.

"I'll tell you the codes—unplug the damn game and get another one." Izuku sighs tiredly, leaning back into his seat. "I swear, one day you're gonna end up killing the dude cause you found out he fucked a different girl."

You giggle, leaning into Tenya, taking a sip out of your coffee.

"And you didn't give Shinsou a chance?" Tsuyu asks, taking a bite out of her cake. The corners of your lips pull into a frown as you shake your head. "Nah, I memorized his number and sent him a text last night. We're meeting for drinks later."

Momo's eyes widen as Ochako looks at you with bewilderment. "What-" Ochako stutters, "I'm confused. Are the both of you going on a date?"

"What? No!" You giggle, "We're having drinks as friends! Thought maybe I should expand my circle. I don't wanna keep getting shit from you guys." You roll your eyes.

"Uhuh..." Izuku draws out, "And how does Kacchan feel about this?"

"He doesn't need to know." You place a finger against your lips.

Momo's eyebrows raise, impressed by your reply. "You're learning a lot from him, huh? Doesn't seem like something I want you to be doing."

You simply shrug, returning your gaze outside as you tilt your head up. Past the waving leaves of the trees, is a window. You smirk as you think about how Katsuki must take you for an idiot. Your phone vibrates beside you and you lift it, the screen instantly lighting up to show a notification form 'settings' with the settings picture on the side. You smile, clicking on it.

Settings: Since when did you notice?

You: Ever since we got here.

You: Stick to being a hero, Katsuki. You're not very good at trailing people.

Settings: Shut the fuck up

Your turn your phone off before returning your attention to your friends, butterflies erupting in your stomach, extremely excited at what's to come in the near future.

Sure thing is, you won't be taking care of one and a half babies for sure.

[honeipie]

little rant on the mha boys and relationships.

authors note: this was spontaneous word vomit that i needed to get off my chest. shoto's turned into a whole fic and i struggled writing for him the most omg..

boys included: izuku midoryia, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki

izuku midoryia

ouuu my baby.. first off, his love languages are words of affirmation and acts of service. we all know this boy goes leaps and bounds for people he barely knows. that’s what makes him such a great hero. after watching i just get the feeling that it would take the longest for him to get into a relationship. i’m thinking late twenty’s or early thirties. he watches as his colleagues and friends start to grow their families. getting married and having babies, while he sits back silently wishing that was him. he had so much going on in his life from after the war to becoming the number one hero that he simply lost track of time. it wasn’t his own doing that pushed him to start dating but his friends (mostly kirishima and mina). they tested the theory out first of course. inviting everybody over their house for a get together. the two made sure they got the chance to subtly corner the green haired man.

—

“hey izuku! would you mind holding rumi for a second? thanks!” mina placed the baby in the man’s hands making him a bit startled.

“oh! sure” they both stepped a few paces back into another group to analyze his behavior. it took a few moments but then they saw it. a genuine smile and sparkle in his eye that they hadn’t seen in a while. izuku was tickling the baby’s stomach emitting giggles that made him feel somewhat accomplished. kirishima came back up to him slapping his hand on the back of his shoulder.

“man you’re a natural! why aren’t you dating around? finding your person? clearly you wanna be a dad. do you want to adopt on your own maybe?” kirishima took the baby from a sheepish izuku.

“no, i definitely would want to get married first. but you know how hard it is to date when you’re a hero. you guys are lucky you have each other though. i just don’t want to put that person in danger, or have them just like me because i’m famous of have money. plus, they’d need to be ready to have a family right away.. not that i’d force them or anything! it’s just we’re getting older and-“

mina placed a hand on his shoulder “we get it! i think i know someone that i can set you up with”

—

now let’s say you and izuku hit it off, get into a relationship. this man needs someone who can pour back into him. someone who reminds him that it’s okay to feel overwhelmed from the kind of job he has. someone who tells him it’s okay to cry when it’s just the two of you. someone who’ll let him be izuku midoryia instead of the amazing, unbreakable deku.

he spends all day helping and doing things for others. when he gets home he’s absolutely exhausted. sorry for you independent working ladies but i think he needs someone who’s willing to take care of the house when he’s not around. someone who lets him come home to the warm meals and fresh sheets on the bed.

not that he’s lazy in the relationship or anything! this man will literally do anything to make you happy. on days he’s off or if you had a hard day at work (if you wanna), he’ll help with the cooking and other chores. it’s just for the most part he wears himself thin because of his job. so yeah, he wouldn’t mind someone who already has his dinner on the table when he gets home and gives his shoulder kisses as you two bathe and tell him how resilient he is.

as for kids? yeah get ready, this man wants at least four. plus like he said at this point you’re both getting older so he doesn’t care how yall become parents. whether you’re willing to have some kids, or if you’d rather foster/adopt! all he knows is that he wants to be a dad for sure.

izuku midoryia’s biggest red flag is just not telling you when he’s not feeling himself so you have to deeply analyze him to understand whenever he’s feeling upset. you have to start most of the communication, but when he gets into the groove he lets you know everything that’s going wrong.

katsuki bakugo

this motherfucker.

jk i love him! he just needs somebody that can match his energy in some moments, and be the calm in the storm in another. in short he needs someone with balance.

he would get into a relationship maybe early or mid-twenty’s i would say. i honestly think his love languages are everything but words of affirmation. just the non-verbal stuff. he would be the type to fall in love with someone in a work related context (more specifically his personal assistant). he always thought you were pretty, but if you think this man is going to tell you that you’re fucking delusional. in fact, he goes out of his way to be the sassiest man alive to you until you finally get tired of it. he had said some shit about you getting to his office faster because you were only one floor down.

—

“do you ever get tired of hearing your mouth? because i do” you placed papers down on his desk before turning around “you have a meeting in twenty minutes. the car will be here in five. wouldn’t want you to be late cause i know how busy the elevator gets” the slam of his office door got the gears in his head turning.

ooh, he likes youuu.

the next day, you took the elevator up to his floor but noticed some construction down the hall. you almost jumped when he appeared next to you.

“‘ts your new office. so you won’t have to take the shitty elevator anymore” you gave him a silent nod which acted as your thank you.

—

when you two started dating it’s pretty nice. y’all’s favorite pastime would have to be people watching. you sit outside of a coffee shop with baseball caps and sunglasses on talking about anything or anyone that’s interesting enough to bring up. when the press finally figures you two out all you do is find another shop and do the same thing.

now it's more of the opposite with katsuki than izuku. he loves that you keep yourself occupied with a job and will do anything to support you on any career goals you have. though if you do want to stay home he'll support that too. katsuki is going to need somebody who sticks with him through his good, his bad, and his mf ugly. someone who is able to know when to give him the space he needs. the love that he likely needs to receive the most is physical touch and words of affirmation, and it's really good if you do both at the same time. i think the most effective on him would strangely be the little doses. like a small squeeze to his hand and just saying "i'm so proud of you" or "you're my number one hero" would make him feral.

time for katsuki's red flag. he would absolutely put his job before you! just because he's in a serious relationship doesn't mean that he still doesn't want to be number one. and if you want kids that's going to be tricky. now here's the thing.. katsuki wouldn't mind having one or two kids, really, but you see right through him. he already cancels on a lot of your dates, and makes up for them eventually, so you get over it. but if you had kids you don't really know how it would affect them. you knew that he would support you at first, taking time off for maternity leave, but after that then what? kids wouldn't understand why he was choosing the world over his own flesh and blood. so you mightt just have to wait until he matures a bit more to have that conversation.

shoto todoroki

i had to work myself up to write him cause wheeewww. where do i start? to get into a relationship with this man you gotta be in it for the LONG RUN. not because of his job or anything, just because he's him. yeah, he's maturing beautifully as he goes through life but baby he still don't know what a real relationship consists of. his love languages gift giving and quality time. i think really heavy on the quality time because he never really got to spend time with the people he loved when he was younger so he makes sure to cherish those moments now. i couldn't tell you when specifically, because it'll just happen on one random day.

honestly, my best guess is that he would fall for someone he sees everyday while doing one part of his routine. for instance, he has his own personal gym, but he’s grown to like running in the park better than his treadmill. that's where he sees you for the first time walking your dog. you'll both smile politely as you pass one another every day. this goes on for about a month until you start to not show up for about a week.

—

after one of the hero meetings shoto decides to bring it up with izuku "there's this girl i see when i run, and i haven't seen her in a whole week. it's strange, but i'm kind of upset when i don't get to see her"

izuku smiled hearing shoto finally talk about someone he’s interested in "you've got a hallway crush!"

shoto scrunched his face in confusion "izuku, i run at the park near my house"

"no, that's not what i meant! it's just another saying for a crush on someone that you just see but don't really talk to" izuku tilted his head one finger on his chin "do you want to talk to her?"

shoto thought about it for a moment "yes, i think i do"

"i can help if you want!-"

"hah!?" katsuki's voice boomed throughout the room. as always, he had been listening into their conversation "you wouldn't know how to talk to a woman even if someone gave you cue cards!"

"kacchan, once again, nobody was talking to you"

"that's what i would say to you about women" he got up with a tsk "text me when y'all are going out for a run. i want to see this trainwreck live and in color"

so that's what they did. the next morning they all joined shoto for his morning jog. he kept an eye out until he saw you. he stopped right in his tracks causing katsuki to run right into his back.

"watch where you're going you icy hot bastard!" he yelled but shoto paid him no mind.

"there she is" he mumbled, watching as you unclipped your dogs leash.

"okay first off don't fucking stare at her you weirdo" katsuki grabbed his shoulder turning him away with izuku nodding in agreement.

"maybe you can compliment her dog!" izuku suggested but katsuki shook his head.

"nah, go for the shoes. chicks love shoes"

right as they started bickering shoto felt something jump up on his leg. he turned to see your dog had run up to him in an excited manor.

"bruiser!" you yelled out chasing after him. once you got ahold of him you smiled up at the pro hero "i am so so sorry about that. i thought he was finally ready to be let off the leash but i was wrong" you tried to stop your racing heartbeat. not only from the running, but maybe from the fact that the top three heroes were standing right in front of you.

"i like your dogs shoes" shoto blurted making both katsuki and izuku curse under their breath “and im glad you’re fine. i haven’t seen you for a week so i was starting to get worried”

"you noticed? i was on vacation. and i like yours.. too?" you said going to latch the leash back onto your dog's harness.

"thank you, but i don't have a dog" shoto stated rather bluntly making you chuckle.

"right, my mistake"

the two of you got into conversation rather easily forcing the other two to talk on the side. the only reason they were still there was to make sure shoto didn't fumble the bag "i like your dog's name"

"ah, thank you! i named him after the dog from legally blonde. have you ever seen that movie?"

"no, but it must be good if you named your dog after a character"

"yeah it is! i think they're actually playing it at this drive-in movie theater tomorrow. i was thinking about going"

the two men had subtly made their way behind you. as soon as you said that they both perked up making exaggerated motions.

'go with her!'

‘ask her out dumbass!'

shoto squinted his eyes trying to decipher what it is they were saying. when he finally got it he nodded looking back at you "i would like to take you there tomorrow on an official date"

your mouth slowly opened at his boldness before pointing to yourself "me? are you sure?"

"yes, i think you are very pretty and i like seeing your face every day when i run"

'o-okay then. i'll see you tomorrow"

right before you could leave izuku and katsuki dramatically held up their phones.

"oh right. can i take your phone?"

"are we going to have to go on this fucking date with him?" katsuki mumbled turning to izuku.

"might be a possibility"

—

i feel like once this man finally starts to get the grasp of what a relationship is truly about he gives in that he is head over heels in LOVEEEE. he doesn't care what you do, honestly. working? cool he's showing up there once or twice just to make sure you’re okay. wanna stay at home? the best part of his day is coming home to his true love and seeing what they made for dinner.

for the topic of kids he's so insecure about it at first. not wanting to end up like his father of course. but if you give him enough reassurance and time then after you have your first kid he knows he wants more.

shoto's red flag could easily be that he's emotionally unavailable but hear me out. at the end of the day he still grew up in the todoroki household and might've picked up some traits that aren't the best. we all know this man is blunt so he has no problem dropping snarky comments like "you gained weight" or "i don't really like your hair like that" and i don't even think he means to be rude most of the time?? homeboy just says what he thinks. though if it's really getting to you and you bring it up to him he will 100% start to think before he speaks.

[bibibbon]

I honestly hate that Dabi’s abuse has to be debated. Like, it’s pretty clear as day that he was neglected by Enji.

The sheer fact that Touya was literally harming himself to be even noticed by his father should’ve been a massive red flag!

“Oh but Enji did the best he could-“ No, he didn’t? Enji could’ve at least put Touya through some mental health care or you know, STOP LIVING THROUGH HIS FUCKING KIDS!

Also, another thing that grosses me out about the MHA fandom is how people “joke” about how Rei only stayed was because Endeavor had a big sholng and that’s just pretty disgusting in of itself

Hi @palesweetscherryblossom 👋

Absolutely I hate the fact that what the todoroki family all went through has to be debated if it's abuse or not. I have seen people say that shoto was never abused and that enji done nothing wrong by training shoto to the point he puked his guts out at the age of 5 or that enji wasn't in the wrong for purposefully neglecting touya and inserting very harmful ideologies in his head. No enji may have not of abused touya physically but he definitely did abuse touya by neglecting him (neglect is a form of abuse!!!!)

It's still surprising that people can't pick up on the fact that enji very much did neglect touya and shoved the hero ideology down touya's throat (Iam aware that touya's backstory came from enjis pov probably to make enji look better but even with that there are clear signs of neglect)

Chapter 301 to 302 literally had touya say multiple times that it was enji who "lit this fire beneath him to beat all might and become a great hero". The blame is on enji and should be put on him for trying to use a child to live his own foolish dream while also filling the child's mind with harmful ideologies and ideas (I know full well that the whole girl comment that touya made towards fuyumi was directly influenced from enjis thinking and what enji probably told touya when he would ask whenever fuyumi wouldn't train with them)

The thing that some people can't seem to fully grasp is that touya was approximately 7 when all of his training stopped and he was abandoned by enji. Touya had a good 3 years spent being around enji almost 24/7 learning from him and being built to be this powerful masterpiece that is his father's favourite and all of that got taken from him because his body couldn't handle it. Now for a child at that age it would be difficult to understand why his father doesn't talk or love him anymore because I bet full well that touya probably connected enji training him = father son bonding time and as a sign that enji loves and cares for him the most. This is the reason why touya continues to train and harm himself so he can get enji's attention. In the end it was more about enji's love and attention than it was about becoming a hero. For touya becoming a hero was the key to his father's love and attention and that key was robbed from him because his body wasn't compatible with his quirk.

You have Rei literally calling out enji's neglect and behaviour saying that touya is only doing this because he wants his father's attention but enji replies saying that the only attention he can give is showing the path of a hero which is something that touya cant do. This literally goes to prove touya's own thinking as right. The only way touya can get his father's attention and love is by being the best machine to let his father's dream live through him. Touya needed to be the perfect puppet so his father could love him.

Then there's the fact that touya was Ultimately around 8 or so when he found out about the himura family and their secrets and why his mother is having children. All of that is too complex for a child and honestly traumatising to learn about but touya knew it from an incredibly young age. @thr0wnawayy 's post goes into more detail about touya learning what Rei had to go through and his whole family situation.

Enji should of helped touya understand it's not his fault, he should of loved his children equally and should of definitely given him therapy (the guy is rich there's no excuse for him not to take his child to a therapist)

Oh and don't even get me started on the fandoms messed up jokes when it comes to enji and Rei. It's like they don't even read the manga and realise that Rei didn't have a choice in any of this. She didn't stay because she liked it or because she wanted to, the poor women didn't have a choice at all.

[deusvervewrites]

Great AU War Elimination Post Mortem

Here we go everybody!

(Warning, Long Post)

Didn't Even Bother To Show Up Award

The following AUs got 0 votes:

All For Hero AU

Cleaner AU

Cloud Nine

Explosion Midoriya AU

Extinguished Flames

Frozen Pyre AU

Future Aizawa AU

Future Asui AU

Future Kurogiri AU

Future Nagant AU

Future Peace AU

Future Yoarashi AU

Geist AU

Grandma Nana AU

Hamster Ball AU

Hero of Legend AU

Homeroom Teacher Nedzu AU

Ice, Wind, and Fire AU

Izinogre AU

JTA Hatsume AU

Knife Fight AU

League Saves Eri AU

Legacies AU

Magical Romances AU

Midoriya Shoto AU

Midoriya Tenko AU

Midoriya Yo AU

Musketeer AU

One For Ashido AU

Others AU

Pegasus AU

Protégé Swap AU

Redoer AU

Relocated AU

Reversal of Fortune AU

Secret Love Child AU

Shiozaki for All AU

Stendhal AU

Stolen Explosion AU

Support Bakugou AU

Torino Tenko AU

True Foresight AU

Undercover Heroes AU

Villainous Activity AU

Wingman AU

I'm not surprised to see so many of the Time Travel Fix-Its here. I was expecting Musketeer and Redoer to get at least one, but that's just how it goes

Gold Star Comic Sans You Tried Award

The following AUs got a single vote apiece:

Chameleon AU

Demon Midoriya AU

Descendant AU

Early Retirement AU

Elementalist AU

Eraser Midoriya

Failed Foresight

Fire and Ice Midoriya AU

Frozen Legacy AU

Future Bakugou AU

Future Endeavor AU

Future Inko AU

Future Monoma AU

Godspeed

Grandfather For One AU

Her Acid Heartbeat AU

Hero Abroad AU

I Am Speed AU

Iida Himiko AU

Inverted Ratios AU

Monoma Friendship AU

Plus Ultra AU

Psychic Stockpile AU

Public Knowledge AU

Renegades AU

Shattered Masterpiece AU

Shirakumo Lives AU

Simulated Agency AU

Still a Hero AU

Superheroes AU

Teacher Swap AU

Triple Cross AU

True Liberation AU

UA University AU

Wings of Salvation AU

Wonder Duo AU

Young Heroes Camp AU

You know, I thought Hero Abroad and Still a Hero would do better.

Statistically Multiple People Like You Award

The following AUs got two votes:

Akatani AU

Blue Blazes AU

Captain Midoriya AU

Cousin Kota AU

Dance of the Fire God AU

Early Meeting AU

Endadver AU

Engineered Solutions AU

Enter the Rat AU

Equivalent Exchange AU

Future Mei AU

Future Nedzu AU

Hagakure for All AU

Hero A Hero AU

Heroes and Pokemon AU

Homeroom Teacher Torino AU

Mustafa Private Middle School AU

Red Flag AU

Singularity AU

Teacher Assistant Fuyumi AU

Underground Todoroki AU

Wayward Bakugou AU

I'd say that I thought Heroes and Pokemon would do better, but we all know that Legends Mustafa has taken its place. Though I must admit I'm a little surprised to see Hero a Hero up here so high. I don't actually know how many of my followers know anything about Live a Live.

Enter the Rat is also a surprise at two votes, considering that it's a prequel that doesn't contradict canon

Could've Been a Contender Award

The following AUs got three votes:

Adopted Mei AU

All For Classroom

Deika Civil War AU

Exciting New Problems AU

Grandpa Torino AU

In The West AU

Inhumans AU

Inverse Copy AU

Iron Melissa AU

Save Eri Speedrun AU

Terminated Contract AU

Thorns AU

Time God Uraraka AU

Vampire Lord AU

Yami AU

I don't have a whole lot to say about this one.

Contender Award

The following AUs got four votes:

1-B AU

Blond Swap AU

Class Vill-A AU

Future Eri AU

Hatsume For All AU

HPSC President AU

Uncle Cat AU

Uraraka Wins AU

Wildcard AU

This is where the competition really starts getting fierce from here on out.

Do Not Go Gentle Award

The following AUs got five votes:

Double Expulsion AU

Future Miruko AU

Hustle and Bust AU

Izuku Phantom AU

Little Mouse AU

Paradise of the Strong AU

Quirk Swap AU

These were so close, but not quite there.

Threshold Award

The following AUs got six votes:

Bakugou Izuku

Batfam AU

Bloody Bullet AU

Draconic Hero AU

Inko/Cathleen/Kaina AU

King Explosion Murder AU

Look familiar? Yup, this was where the cutoff point ended up being.

Catch Your Breath You Made It Award

The following AUs got seven votes:

Gentle Whisper AU

Secret Rat Society AU

Shadow Twins AU

Spy x Class AU

Stray Cat AU

Yakuza Princess Eri AU

I'm not totally sure how I feel about Stray Cat being here. On one hand the Series 10 AUs are much fresher in the mind because they're new, but on the other hand they haven't had the time to really get going.

Striving Higher Award

The followings AUs got eight votes:

Dequirked AU

Double Agent Shigaraki AU

Future Izuku AU

Longshot AU

Mentor Miruko AU

Honestly didn't see Future Izuku getting so high up here.

Bruised and Bloody Award

The following AUs got nine votes:

Eight and Nine in Time

Mahoudoriya AU

It was really close in the higher rankings. Not that that matters but I find it interesting.

AUs Died So You Could Be Here Award

The followings AUs got ten votes:

Brass Knuckles AU

Neighborhood Vampire AU

Here's another high-ranked Series 10 AU, right next to one of the first.

You Killed AUs To Get Here Award

The following AUs got 11 votes:

Chaos For All AU

Keys to the Kingdom AU

Quasar AU

Tamama no Mom AU

Luckily Unlucky Award

the following AUs got 13 votes:

Expelled AU

Toontown AU

Toontown never dropped too low through the whole round. Also am I the only one who thinks it's weird that none of them got exactly twelve votes?

Upper Echelons Award

The following AUs got 14 votes

Homeroom Teacher Miruko AU

Pokemon Legends Mustafa AU

Standing Alone Award

The following AU got 17 votes:

Springtime for Todoroki AU

Bronze Medal Award

The following AUs got 21 votes:

All Of You Might Be Adopted AU

Early Cowling AU

You guys really like the one where All Might adopts everyone huh?

Silver Medal Award

The following AUs got 22 votes:

Blue Sky AU

Clone For One AU

I'm very proud of Clone For One for getting up here since it's the only AU that wasn't prompted in an ask game.

Uncontested Queen Award

The following AU got 36 votes:

Future Toga AU

It was never close. Future Toga stayed at the top of the list throughout the entire competition and had a whopping 14 votes over second place.

Thank you all for voting! The results of the Elimination Round will be announced shortly!

[aidendh]

BSD! OC! Ayato Satoshi |P3

He claims his favorite teacher as Yelavichi-sensei, he quite preferred her blunt and honest tone when she dropped the act

He made it his mission to get on his teachers' good side

Fyodor's episode is themed around living for the sake of caring for another, Atsushi's adoption

Fyodor was part of the Home Ec finals group, also excelling in Computer Science

He is still an incarnate, however his child brain confused this knowledge with thinking he saw The Book

For some reason Yozo Tsushima easily gets on his nerves as the detective is able to easily keep up with him

Fyodor considers them both to be fated rivals, however the root to said connection eludes him

He somehow knows how to easily cross the line in their arguments, however so does Yozo

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In Class 3-E's 'Capture the Flag', he would openly choose Red, however he'd secretly take Blue weapons (Blue side pretending to be Red)

He owes so much to Koro-sensei and this shows his tactic for befriend betray/infiltration methods

Koro-sensei calls him out by telling him to pick based on his true feelings, thinking he chose Red

Fyodor simply smiles and replies with, "It is our duty to kill you, so kill you we must."

@abel-not-gaybel 's RAU!Nagisa mixed the colors into Purple and went Solo

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Fyodor has a strong hatred for Abilities, as they has caused so much misfortune in the world, this does not include their Users

-:His Children's Nicknames:-

Nagisa, Malen'kaya Zmeya (little snake)

Atsushi, Malen'kiy Tigr (little tiger)→ Malen'kiy Kotenok (little kitten)

Goro, Malen'kiy Voron (little raven)

Karma, Malen'kiy Topaz (little topaz) → Malen'kaya Iskra (little spark)

Ember, Malen'kiy Ember was his nickname, however he took it on in place of his old one

Shoto, Malen'kaya Snezhinka (little snowflake)

Neito, Malen'kiy Prizrak (little phantom)

Galina, Malen'koye Yabloko (little apple)

Aoi, Malen'kiy Krolik (little bunny)

Hazel, Malen'kiy Rytsar' (little knight)

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When referring to more than one of his children, he calls them his Malen'kiye Krysy (little rats)

He also eventually refers to Takeo Kagami as Chaynyy List (tea leaf)

Fyodor's goal is to make a world where everyone can live happily, without the burden of Abilities, however, Naoto disagrees with this

His pet Chinchilla, Zvezda is extreamlly 'Mother'-like to him after being taken in. He will often fret over Fyodor's health and sometimes prune his owner's hair when resting on his head

As a kid, Because of how the Russian government had to keep him drugged to keep his Ability in check, he gained a resistance to most drugs

During the resort school trip he'd be one of the 'poisoned' students, however he would seem fine because of his tolerance to drugs/poisons

He'd continue to sip his drink while helping to tend to the others

After his classmates figure out the cause and question how he's still drinking it, he'll give it up to be tested

He accidentally called Irida, Mat' (Mother), his classmates won't let either of them live it down

(Government)

Fyodor Dostoevsky (14! Gym)

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An Anemic Student who often fights dirty

Ability: Crime and Punishment* Death Inducement

Prefers to manipulate his target

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(Summer Festival / New Years)

Fyodor Dostoevsky (14! Formal)

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An Incarnate who suffers with Intrusive Thoughts

Ability: Crime and Punishment* Death Inducement

Death: Mental/Emotional Torture

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(Casual/Indoor/Formal)

Fyodor Dostoevsky (12/Russia)

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An Incarnate who suffers with Intrusive Thoughts

He often feels refreshed after forgotten dreams

Death: Mental/Emotional Torture

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Punishment (12/Russia)

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A Wondering Soul who wants to fulfill his desires

User: Fyodor Dostoevsky

Ability: Crime and Punishment

Active when Fyodor is asleep

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(Temporary Runaway)

Fyodor Dostoevsky (12/Russia)

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An Incarnate who feels chained to his Fate

He accidentally killed his little sister with his Ability

Death: Mental/Emotional Torture

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[bontens-new-executive]

Characters: Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Hanma Shuji, Tendou Satori, Kuroo Tetsurou, Oikawa Tooru, Shoto Todoroki, (dabi) Touya Todoroki, Bakugou Katsuki

Genere: angst

Warnings: cheating, toxic relationship ♡

Note: impulsively wrote this.

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It hurt. It hurt so much.

One moment you were in the arms of your loving boyfriend and the other you were on the rooftop with rain poring down in the middle of the night. Of course this had a reason. Never did you think your boyfriend would be the reason why your heart would break into so many, uncountable, tiny and shattered pieces. Never did you think that he would betray you the way he did. But all those thoughts were proved wrong soon enough.

People had been telling you about how he was unfaithful, how he was a liar, how he was a cheater, but you never believed them. You should have. He'd always reassure you that those rumors were false, that they were made up due to jealousy of others and that he'd never cheat or betray his only love. You, of course, blinded by pure love, believed every single pretty lie he told you. His lips moved so perfectly telling those lies, as if it was a normal thing for him, as if he was used to telling those. And exactly that, was the first red flag you should've noticed.

Other times he was home late, very late. On top of that, he came home with a diffrent scent on him. No matter how often you asked, how often you bothered him about it, he'd always brush it off with a simple "my coworkers perfume is really strong. That's why it sticks to me as well. don't worry about it, cutie." This lie was pretty simple to look through. You've met his coworkers before and none of them had such a strong scent. But that never crossed your mind. You belived him, you trusted him. You trusted him too much, some might say.

You had friends that tried to make you realize it all, all those obvious lies he was telling you. But being in love means one thing, you'll always trust and hold to your partner. You'll defend them until the end, never questioning their actions. And so you did. You defended him, you looked for excuses, you tried to make sense out of it all. Anything just so your boyfriend seemed as perfect as you thought of him. You would never belive any bad rumor about your oh so perfectly boyfriend.

You never did, until that one specific night. That specific night where you watched your boyfriend lean down to kiss another woman. He pulled her close by the waist and placed his hand on the back of her head, just like the way he did to you. He had that same teasing and sly grin on his face, the grin you thought was only meant for you. Turns out It wasn't, it was a grin meant for every person he flirted with.

Moments later he looked up, noticing you and staring you straight in the eyes. He watched you break, tears welling up in your eyes, lip starting to tremble, hands shaking and heart breaking. Maybe he would regret and apologize, you thought. But no, all you could see was the way he pulled her in for a second kiss after smirking at you. No regret nor guilt in his eyes. He simply didn't care. He simply didn't care about you nor your relationship.

And there was your proof, proof of how all those rumors were true.

Now on the roof top you sat, looking down at the city. Busy streets and so many diffrent lights and colors shining in the middle of the night between the many people. What a beautiful sight, you thought before looking at your phone. There was a text from your boyfriend, asking when you'd be home. You sighed, he knew that you weren't going to leave him. He had you wrapped around his finger, manipulated you into thinking you couldn't live without him. He knew that he could cheat as many times as he wanted, you would always forgive him and crawl back to him. So you stood up, wiping your tears, then turned around making your way home, right into the arms of the male who shattered your heart.

No matter how much he hurt you, you needed him. You craved him, and you would never leave him.

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[hxnmantii]

Class 1-A and their car habits

tw: crack/fluff, cursing

People: Bakugo, Shoto, Izuku, Sero, Kiri, iida, Mina x mostly gn!reader (Mina is the only one that’s implied female!reader)

Ratings: PG

A/n: yuuhh get into💋 I personally would like to ride with Shoto. I just wanna hold his hand👉🏾👈🏾 but not on no simp shit. Originally, this was going to be just boys but who would I be if my gay self didn’t add the queen herself? Anyways, Who would you like to ride with?

Bakugo~

Bakugo does that sexy ass thing where he drives with one hand on the wheel and one hand on your thigh and when you don’t pay him enough attention he’ll lightly squeeze your thigh. This man does NOT share the aux....his stingy ass. He says he doesn’t wanna listen “to your trash music” but will play bxmb threat and NBA Youngboy at full capacity with the windows down. If you beg enough maybe he’ll play 1 Nicki song. But he will throw a fit and act like he doesn’t like Nicki even though he knows all of the lyrics. Altough he’s really uptight about his car, he enjoys driving and picking up the Bakusquad in it because he likes to feel useful and needed. No doubt about it, this man has road rage. He’s screaming outside the window and in the car about how someone cut him off and when someone screams back him, he’s like “Pull over right now cuz those sound like fighting words to me.” Now y’all in the back of a cop car and 30 minutes late to your dinner date. You are not, I repeat, you are NOT allowed to even think about eating in his car unless he’s got that plastic wrapping on his car. He treats his car so good (at some point you think he likes the care better than you) her name is Bethany. I-

Shoto~

Shoto has one hand on the wheel and one hand in your hand, stroking your hand from time to time and kissing the back of it. He had a sleek gray sliver car with a sunroom (he never actually uses) that goes fast and he likes going real fast because what they gon do, give him a ticket??? When his dad the number one hero??? Try again. He’s also the type to flick off the cops as he driving by because ACAB. He’s always wearing a gold Rolex and you got your nails done so when you hold his, the acrylics compliment his hand and watch.(like the pictures from Pinterest) You guys ride in comfortable silence. It’s so calming riding with him because although you’re slightly anxious with how fast he’s going, you’re at somewhat ease because he’s doing it so smoothly and you trust him. His windows are tinted because once again he’s the son of a pro hero and people are nosy, neither you or him like that. Although you don’t really need the assistance with Shoto being a living AC and heater in one, his seats have buttons for each seat and you can warm your bum. His car had the clean car smell...it just smells really clean. He’s got a bunch of condiments and napkins in his glove department. He doesn’t know where they came from. His whole vibe in his car is rich and elegant. He gets his car professional wash every Tuesday and you are required to come.

Kirishima

Kiri’s got a big ass red GMC truck and he gave the truck these monster wheels so it’s a force to be reckoned with. Her name is Sophie and like Bakugo, he loves her dearly but makes it clear to you that he’s love you more than her. He does the sexy ass thing where he’s got one hand on the wheel and one hand tightly holding on to your head rest so his arms flexing and he’s backing up with a concentrated look. that is so hot to me. He’s got a sticker on the back that says “honk if you’re manly” . He definitely would let you take the aux because you guys made a playlist of songs you chose together. He would be the type to start dancing when a good song came on, almost hitting someone in the process because he took both hands off the steering wheel out of excitement. He’s got road rage but not enough to actually start shouting or flicking someone off. In the trunk of Kirishima’s car, he’s got at least 5 different protein bottles as well a case of water and some jump rope. He says “You never know when I’ll need it to work out” but he has his personal gym?? Anyways, he has a specific section in his closet for red button ups because he likes to match Sophie when he drives her😭 I hate to say it but Kiri looks like a hill billy especially since he’s got those shoulder cut out button ups. He’s cute with it and he’s happy so you somewhat tolerate it

Midoriya

Izuku has more of a family car like a soccer mom car or a dark green Ford explore because he likes to pick everybody up to hang out and he needs space since he’s got a lot of them. Not to mention, he also likes to cruise and enjoy his time with you no matter where y’all go because we all know this man is a simppp. At every stop light, he’s gently grabbing your face and either kissing you on your cheek or forehead. He tried giving you a kiss on the lips once but he got so caught on the feeling that he ended up holding up the line and everybody was honking and made at him. He was so embarrassed that he now waits til you guys get to your destination to do all that extraness. Being the big fan he is, naturally he has some All might themed seatbelts and has all might stickers all over his steering wheel. He also has little all Might figurine on his dashboard that he prays to get him out of car trouble. Genuinely think it’s works too. Izuku in his trunk has a bunch of workout gear and gaze cuz he’s sexy like that. He does not have road rage at all....maybe a little. He might flick someone off but that’s as far as it goes. He definitely gives you the aux because he loves watching how lively you get it. (Y/n) “Do you know your Megan baby?”🥰 (ZuZu) “Y-yes?”

Iida

Now hear me out...Iida has a motorcycle. He’s got a need for speed that cars can’t really fufill because you can’t weave through other cars like a motorcycle can. His motorcycle has the highest tech on it naturally. It’s all black but has lights underneath it so he can change it by phone and ofc it’s always blue. You guys also have matching helmets that are Bluetooth so you’re able to talk to one another without having to yell very much. When you guise stop, he rubbing your arms to make sure that you’re okay and/if you need to pull over. Now when he’s not riding the motorcycle he’s got a Tesla. He preaches about the law and following the rules but when he get in the car, that’s a different story. With him you better either hold on tight to him or you better get double seat belt buckles for extra protection because he’s about to try and race the flash. (And you thought Shoto was bad) You get out thanking the universe for letting you touch ground again. Iida got the type of car that if you even breathe incorrectly around it, it’s going off and waking up the whole damn neighborhood. When iida first got his car, he read everything up on it so he would be fully able to use the car to its full potiential meaning that he’s got Siri set up, he can lock the door from his car, and watch the cameras on his house through the screen of his car. The Bluetooth is automatically connected to his phone so no you will not be getting the aux but you can play some tunes form his phone. He’ll even make you a playlist on Apple Music with his rich self.

Sero

Sero’s got a red convertible with tan seats and the weather allows it, his top is always down. His car always smells so good because he uses the wild cherry air freshener in his car. He blasts bad bunny and daddy Yankee as y’all are cruising slightly over the speed light. He also likes blasting Ski Mask. He’s the type to sing you the words while gently holding your face and singing to you with a lovey dovey smile on his face. He’s very respectful and turns down his music when entering neighborhoods because he doesn’t wanna mess with the vibes. You two have matching glasses that says queen/ king on yours and king on his. He definitely has some throw dice hanging from his mirror along with a picture of you and him taped to his dashboard cuz he’s also a simp. He’s always has a packet of Extra gum in his middle console along with warm water bottles. If police pulls him over, he definitely the type to start flirting with him so the officer just to make him uncomfortable enough to let him off with a warning. For a fact, he has the Puerto Rican flag on the antenna of his car. He has Led lights and likes them to be colorful rather than on one color. Sero definitely jogs around the front to open the door for you because he’s a jester and a gentleman in one. His part of his car is that the top can go down solely for the fact that the sun always highlights your skins so well.

Mina

Do I even need to say anything about the Pink queen herself?? She has a cute pink steering wheel case with matching pink seats and ofc she has a bedazzled stick shift. She has a Jeep. She the type of person to has matching glasses with her interior and when you get in the car, she’s putting her music on shuffle: a dangerous move because you go from Brent Faiyaz to Jhene Aiki to fucking Cardi B, Flo Mili, and etc. When you unbuckle your seat to start twerking in the seat, she’s automatically going to start hyping you up. She’s got one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on your ass smacking it as you fuck it up in the passenger seat. Y’all are literally swerving from side to side and let’s be honest here, Mina is not that good of a driver so you have almost gotten in an accident multiple times. She’s the type to pull over to take cute selfies or videos with you and post them all at once captioning it with “Late nights w/bae”. Underneath seat she an emergency packet filled with makeup, clothes, hair and first aid kit supplies. Although she’s not the best driver, she takes the rules really serious because she would hate to have an accident with you in the car. Like Sero, She has led lights in her car but they only flash pink. Mina is the queen of putting falsies on so she would mostly definitely put yours on (without tweezers) once you park as well as do your edges if you ask. She just has that talent. *chefs kiss* amazing

Reblogs are appreciated!

A/n: I’m lyin I definitely would be riding with Bakugo because I have major passenger rod rage lol and you definitely don’t wanna get your ass beat TWICE

[chaotic-tired-cat]

Silver Spider (fic title ask game)

Oh!! I just saw this, so sorry if it's been a while!! Instant thought is steampunk AU clashed with spy novel vibes, but! Only with the absolute worst heist scene possible. Or vigilantes? I dipped it in the brain soup and ended up with something that was a bit more vigilante-aligned. Here’s some RetiredHero!Izuku for you:

(warning for canon-typical violence)

Quirklessness isn’t as strange to return to as he'd thought.

Return being the key word here; Izuku doubts he’d be this at ease with his choice if he were born with superstrength. Everyone who is unaware of One for All watches him with wary eyes, like they’re waiting for their previous Number One hero to snap. He took a year to figure out heroics, ascended through the ranks in two years, held the title for seven, and decided to step down then. One decade later, Deku steps out the other side. Shoulders squared, chin up, eyes bright. The name is put to rest.

All Might was a good hero.

The best, in Izuku's eyes.

But he held Number One for over a decade and the villains took his retirement as an open invitation for war.

The world doesn’t need a pillar.

It needs a safety net.

So, when Izuku finds a villain he can’t fight as a hero, he passes on his quirk, packs away his costume, and hold a press conference. Cameras flash. Mics catch an iconic voice reassuring listeners with a smile that though his quirk factor has shut down by a villain while Deku is still a relatively young hero, he is satisfied with his work.

The cameras leave.

Agency keys are passed to Shoto and Ochako, who both threaten him into promising his midlife crisis will end with him walking back through the door. They make him swear on his mother’s katsudon to at least help out at the charity event next week.

He swears he'll be back.

That he’s not done forever.

Just like Yaomomo made him swear to tell her if he ever changes his mind about passing on One for All to her. She joked about giving it back.

Lights shut off, Ochako leaves for her date with Tsu, Shoto disappears to hunt down Dabi until his brother coughs up information on a drug ring, and Izuku takes the train home. It’s nice. He likes this invisibility, hat over his hair and collar pulled up, one more commuter when he stands like the fifteen-year-old kid who had been bullied every day for a decade.

Funny, how posture changes people.

How the customer-service smile is only a touch off from a hero's.

How Izuku quietly caught a spider-silk thin lead on a case nobody will sign off on. Yaomomo is smarter than him, at social games like this. He took it to her and they put their heads together over green tea lattes and the subsequent packs of red bull.

She didn’t like the solution.

Retirement is a red flag to anyone who knows Izuku. Suddenly lacking the goal that drives him to self-destructive injury announces itself like an unlit fuse in a burning building. Ochako and Hitoshi had started alternating schedules so one of them is in the shared flat at all times from the moment he passed on the quirk. They aren’t subtle.

The vigilante Silver hits the streets.

Monoma, of all people, is let in on the plan because he hunts Izuku down on a rooftop that first night. Tells him worth isn’t in a quirk. Once he knows, Monoma tells him that destroying himself for self-sacrifice is just the kind of thing he should have expected from a Top Ten hero.

Weird advice.

But this is still a solution that works.

Quirkless.

(Helpless.)

Retired.

(Not a threat.)

Power shifts through the rankings. Hawks returns to Number Three. Kacchan takes Two. Creati makes a show of force and slams into Izuku's old spot with the firepower of a polite wrecking ball.

"I am here," she tells the world like All Might did, and Kacchan goes deathly quiet beside her as he figures it out right there on the stage. Izuku chuckles nervously and thinks, I'm in danger.

The afterparty has a hallway with no listening ears. Yaomomo sips her champagne and watches Kacchan pace while Izuku stews in his own guilt. Eyes meet. Nobody says anything. Yaomomo reads people like the books covering her office shelves, and Izuku knows the look in her eye. He nods.

They swear Kacchan in.

"You," he tells Izuku immediately, "are an idiot about to get his ass beat. If this fails, Hawks gets Number One."

"Yes," says Yaomomo, a little smugly.

"The HPSC," Kacchan snarls, "will never let anyone else take the damn spot until he’s permanently injured, or they get a new puppet."

Yaomomo looks downright delighted. "Yes!"

It's at this point that Kacchan stomps off to find his husband, and Izuku realizes his partner in crime, may Yaomomo someday grant him rest, did that on purpose. Kacchan is never letting this go. God help them all. He’s invested now.

Things go... moderately well.

They're on schedule.

Spider silk weaves through their heroic society.

The HPSC is going to fall. They're the ones who will pull it down. Brick by corrupted brick. Ugly infection exposed as a warning that informs its successor of actions and consequences. Rot gets found out.

But the emotional side of this has Izuku buckling under the weight of a nation's watching eyes. He was the Number One for seven years. It haunts his steps. Residue on his shoes pulls him down to earth, sunk ankle-deep into pavement by the questions on his shoulders.

Was everything he achieved because of the quirk?

Or himself?

Izuku sits in front of the little shrine in his apartment, incense lit. Questions on the tip of his tongue refuse to be asked. He gets up, and goes to walk with Mom through a park instead. She tells him it’s okay before he even asks.

(Mom... can I be a hero?)

(I’m sorry, Izuku.)

Cherry blossoms are blooming.

Short-lived flowers.

Undeserved concern buries Izuku. The class watches his first two hospital visits like a pack of hawks, and it’s only because Izuku's close friends know who he's going after that he's able to patrol at all.

Quirklessness isn't a curse.

It's just another part of him.

Always has been.

Tenya hadn’t taken the news of their planned attack on the HPSC well. Shoto had nodded like this was going to happen all along, Hitoshi had done his level best to climb out a window, and Tsu had asked him point blank if this was a subtle cry for help, intervention-style.

Ochako had been fucking stoked.

They’re terrible.

He adores every last one of them, even if Shoto and Tsu had taken costume design papers right out of his hands. Shoto is anathema to fashion, but he is under the permanent belief he is at least better at choosing outfits that Izuku. This is a lie. Tsu looks at him with unreasonable pity when he points this out, and gently informs him that they're both disasters. She wins that one.

Izuku was just planning on wearing his off-brand "All Smite" merch as a disguise, but apparently that wasn’t allowed. Tsu even convinced him to swear in the rest of the old Class A to convince her.

This was a trap.

Now he has nineteen other heroes taking him aside for a gentle and delicate conversation where they ask him: hey. What the fuck?

It is well-meaning.

Kind.

Izuku wants to scream. Particularly because he does not deserve that, but also because his quirk wasn’t what made him a hero. Izuku likes to think his worth is in the lives he saved, not just the power he wielded to do it. Mom has opinions about that. She says he carries his own worth. It’s a nice sentiment, but not one Izuku can commit to believing.

It’s hard.

Glassware is treated more roughly than Izuku. Everyone is waiting for him to shatter with the loss of a quirk.

Hatsume, at least, could care less.

His costume is silver and black, now.

Flashy to distract from familiar green designs, but subtle for the web they are so carefully spinning.

Izuku settles into vigilantism like he was born for it.

Maybe he was?

Hm.

Izuku sends a mental displeased look to whoever decided that.

He chose this, chose to be quirkless again, chose to see if he could make it in combat without gifts from a legendary man. He mourns and loves Yagi Toshinori as the father he never called by name, but Izuku thinks he has spent long enough following an example.

You're next, All Might told him.

Izuku would like an awful lot to be first at something.

Yaomomo makes another joke about returning One for All to him. It's not necessary. Izuku is more than the power he held... Right?

Besides, Aizawa instilled a healthy respect for fighting without One for All. After telling his old teacher what the class was going to attempt, Aizawa took several sick days and did an investigation of his own.

The HPSC quietly lost its collective minds over a security glitch they refused to talk about.

Aizawa brought back a stack of paper nearly a hands-width tall, left them in Hitoshi's desk, and conveniently was violently sick the entire week while the HPSC conducted an investigation. He absolutely poisoned himself to get out of questioning and set up an alibi in the world’s worst case of multitasking.

Graduating has not eased Izuku's unholy fear of his old teacher.

That evidence was vitally helpful, not because of what it contained, but because it existed at all. This implies there may be more that can be unearthed. The class doesn't want Izuku to go following up on the new leads alone, which, uh, hello? He is fine?

It really doesn’t help that he can't just tell them why he doesn't feel the need to make up for lacking a quirk.

Just.

Walk right up and say "oh, by the way, I got my quirk from All Might, and before that I was quirkless - surprise! Where’s the quirk, you ask? Well, you know how Yaomomo suddenly burned down five criminal empires? Funny story: I might have had a little breakdown and passed it to her."

Ha.

Haha.

Yeah, no.

That'd go just as well as the "bored of retirement two days in, help me exploit a quirkist loophole in the law" discussion he had with Tenya.

He loves his friends.

Even if they got the whole class involved.

But it's turning out nicely, so he keeps checking on his classmates and they keep checking on him. Everyone mutually hovers. It's fine. Izuku isn't fragile no matter how he is treated, and the crime rates hold steady. Stepping down has not started a war, thank goodness.

Yaomomo has completely redefined what it means to be Number One. For the HPSC, watching her must be much like finding an entire live crocodile in the fridge: gloriously terrifying.

It works out weirdly well?

Not that Izuku should be doing this.

Because giving up his quirk was logistically for the best, but a few months in, looking back? It was a self-hate move. Yaomomo's threats to give the quirk back like a hot potato keep sounding less like a joke.

(I'm sorry, All Might said on that lonely rooftop years ago. But I do not think you can be a hero without a quirk.)

Whatever.

They don’t have a choice, this deep in.

There is corruption in the HPSC, and Izuku will always be a hero for the people before he is a hero for one business suit in a skyscraper.

Yaomomo agreed.

So he's here, building a name for himself as Silver, a vigilante with no connection to Deku. His costume is just memorable enough to stick in witness’s minds as they track down evidence. The unknown third party isn’t a third party at all. While Deku wanders through an unusually early retirement with no concerns, Silver builds a frankly massive case.

It contains everything.

Hawks and the LOV.

The coverups and assassinations.

The Legacy Program.

They know now, why Tokoyami has always been a little cold, a little suspicious of the HPSC after his first internship with Hawks.

Izuku cracks heads together in a dark alleyway and stares directly at Pro Hero Cellophane. Sero turns around, whistling, and blatantly pretends not to have seen the vigilante with a murderer in one hand and information broker in the other.

At least the smothering need to hover seems to be fading from his old coworkers. The public is another matter, though Izuku suspects they're never going to quiet down completely after both he and All Might retired depowered. At least the hospital sees him less.

He breaks his bones once a month, at most.

Hatsume wants to give him a mech suit.

Izuku desperately does not want a hackable and breakable piece of metal to be wrapped around his very squishable self. Yes, he is once again quirkless, but he’s in the vigilante game now, so there’s no need to worry? Evidence points to stabbing as a statistical outlier of his nightlife. Vigilantes see less action than heroes. They don’t have coms telling them where to go.

Only one of every three nights results in hauling out the first aid kit. Izuku personally thinks that’s very impressive.

Ha.

Take that, past self. He's a whole adult now. This self-care thing is easy.

"You need more limbs," Hatsume tells him as she surfaces from metallic pieces and wires that Izuku is honestly terrified of touching. A blinking red light is wrapped in duct tape. She can’t see it from that angle. "Maybe four more? Ooh, I could make you into a cyborg!"

"You don’t have the medical license to do that?"

"Irrelevant!" Hatsume slams a wrench against the machine, which beeps alarmingly in protest. "This is about science-"

"I don’t want to be Doc Ock," Izuku whispers.

"Someone's done it already?" Hatsume throws her arms up to the ceiling ventilation. "Boo, cheaters."

Izuku tries not to look relieved as he thanks Hatsume for the gear she has lovingly bestowed upon him. 'Lovingly' in that he felt more like Hatsume was gifting her babies someone to fight with them, and Izuku was the poor shmuck to land in her crosshairs like a particularly green mannequin.

Her support company has a back entrance.

Lots of them do, which Izuku used more because he wants to dodge concerned looks and less for avoiding cameras tracking the old Number One Hero. It's easy for him to stop by to visit his friends, innocent messenger bags burning at his side.

Hitoshi drops in on their little apartment balcony with lacerations all up one arm and says, "The hospital is looking out for a villain. Hawks found him going through files."

"Sounds like a rough night," Izuku says as he hauls out the first aid kit for his flatmate. "Whatever he stole must've been pretty bad if they’re calling in Undergrounds."

Hitoshi's grin is a little crooked, a little wild.

It looks like victory.

Sitting on cold bathroom tile, Izuku pulls broken pieces of a feather out of Hitoshi's arm with tweezers. Gauze pads his hopes for the trap closing in.

Other heroes have tried alone.

Aizawa already knew how to break into the HPSC headquarters, like he'd done it before. The old class didn’t even have to ask.

Miruko coached Mina through contracts in her third year.

Best Jeanist once explained to Kacchan exactly which forms the HPSC will claim he’s misfiled to delay renewing a license. He took him through the process, step by step, and slipped in one comment about how this allows the HPSC to arrest their own heroes.

Tokoyami carries passwords in his head, layouts and security checks. They don’t ask when he explains how to spot which HPSC agents are armed.

Cobwebs in the rafters.

The thing about a repeated injustice, is that generally the greatest weapon is shared knowledge.

Knowledge built on trust, on hope of getting this right.

Connections.

Like a web.

For the next week of planning, sneaking, and stakeouts, Izuku wonders what happens when the spider is gone.

He wonders if the web will hold. If this spider silk safety net will hold the world better than one pillar ever could.

A window creaks on old hinges as it opens. 

Izuku, in Silver’s costume, slips through.

Corruption cracks down the middle, breaking apart with a news helicopter circling overhead in the morning.

Back at his little apartment at dawn, Izuku packs away a silver-black costume for the last time. Hitoshi turns on the TV as Izuku wrestles Ochako's third coffee away from her and calls an old friend.

"I think... I know you were serious about giving back the quirk, but- Well. It’s about time I did this for me," Izuku says. He pretends not to notice his flatmates staring holes in his back. "Besides, I gotta be the first at something."

"First quirkless hero," Yaomomo says. "It’s got a nice ring to it."

Izuku hangs up five minutes later. He turns his face to his friends, eyes squinted under the force of his smile so he doesn’t have to see their expressions. "Do you think I can be a hero? Even if I'm quirkless?"

(I’m sorry, Izuku.)

(My boy... I’m sorry, but-)

"Sure," Hitoshi says, slapping their TV before giving up and just using his phone. Beside him, Ochako watches the HPSC burn with glee. Her smile is infectious enough to make his feel real as she says:

"You already kind of are."

[prettyboykatsuki]

Man tell me why I got a close friend into bnha (my #1 special interest) but they've got the most braindead fuckin 0 reading comprehension takes on it I'm going to explode but like. Among Other Things, I've made it clear as day to them that I relate to the LoV for, like. Disability reasons. Queer reasons. Childhood abuse reasons. And they STILL deadass told me that like. Dabi (who they KNOW is so fucking dear to me) is just an idiot who should've been more like Shoto. Toga is just a CrAzY bItCh for No Reason™. Twice brought it all on himself. Etc. I'm about to end a 6 year long friendship I can't with this anymore I'm fr not mentally stable enough lmaooo

people will often say shit like "omg it's just ___ relax" but honestly. HONESTLY. to me a lot of stuff like that is very reflective of peoples real life feelings about specific things if that makes sense. fiction is not a one to one w reality but there isn't no correlation if u will. obviously know the lines and limits but when people see complicated villain characters down to their root as just evil and weird - instead of acknowledging their backstory and just not viewing them critically it's like.. a red flag at times. about their comprehension and also their beliefs on if people are worthy of redemption or not etc

im NOT saying u gotta cut them out or anything but i don't think your frustration is just petty. like i get it genuinely completely

[degenerate-yandere]

If possible, could I get some HC’s with your favorite yanderes (how ever many you want to do) (also I’m excited to see who are your favorites)with an S/O (probably before any kidnapping) that’s just so soft and just wants snuggles and smooches (✿˵◕ ɜ◕˵) thank youuu ✧༺ ♡༻✧ (˶′◡‵˶)

This request is so cute! Since I have a lot of favorites spanning difference franchises, I might make separate posts for each one in the future if people want it! But I’ll start off with my favorites from BNHA: Mirio, Bakugo, and Todoroki (This was a decision between Shoto or Shigaraki. Maybe in the future, shiggy). More fire emblem stuff is coming soon! Sorry to keep y’all waiting! 

A/N: This is very fluffy and relatively light on the yandere side, which I’m somewhat inexperienced with writing.

TW: Mild Yandere

Mirio Togata:

Mirio is a puppy; desperately and unashamedly seeking every ounce of physical closeness he can get from you. So if you happened to not only be receptive to his smothering advances, but initiate them? He’d be completely ecstatic. He didn’t think it was possible to love you even more, but that might just do it.

Mirio will latch his toned arm around you wherever he goes, keeping you as close as possible at all times. It satisfies his protective instincts to have you in his grip, but it’s also handy in letting everyone know that you’re his.

When you run up to him and ensnare his waist in a surprise hug, he can’t contain the giddy smile and blazing blush that spreads across his face. He’ll return the embrace, almost crushing you with his overpowering adoration. You’ll have to squeak between stolen breaths that he’s cutting off your air supply. Mirio will chuckle, loosening his grip (but not letting go of you).

“Sorry, (Y/n)! I just get so excited I can’t help myself!”

This man is a cuddle monster, especially if you don’t resist when he pulls you into his chest. Expect to be cuddled at least 90% of the time when you’re in his presence. He loves it so much when you nestle into him - melting against his touch. It makes him feel like he’s truly protecting you, that nothing could ever take you away from him. Mirio can stay like this for hours, and if you want to leave you’ll have to wrestle for your freedom. He’ll puff out his cheeks if you manage to escape, but he lights up when you promise to continue it later.

When he’s feeling particularly brash or impatient (which is most of the time), he’ll scoop you up in his arms and effortlessly carry you to comfortable spot. The way you blush and stammer out faux protests is just adorable, but you won’t resist when he pulls you into a compassionate embrace against his statuesque form. He does this to not only satisfy his need to love you, but he hopes it helps draw your attention to his strength. He wants to ease you into accepting him as your protector, and what better way than to show you what he’s capable of.

Mirio beams confidence, but nothing reduces him to a blushing mess like your kisses. You’ll find it cute, the way his face turns red from a peck on his cheek. When he does eventually work up the courage to kiss you back, expect to be bombarded with chaste displays of affection near constantly. He’ll have a conversation with you, whilst placing kisses on your face between every word. They’re fleeting and innocent - and it’ll certainly take time and initiative on your behalf to make them deeper.

The fact that you’re so compassionate and accepting to his love only makes Mirio’s purpose flare with conviction. You can’t be left unprotected. When he inevitably succumbs to his obsessive desire to keep you safe, those memories of you melting against him will only nourish the delusions of requited love. He’ll never stop hugging you - but they’ll stop feeling warm when you realize; there is no escape this time.

Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki is extremely possessive-protective over his darling. He wants nothing more than to keep you safe, and to keep you his. He’s aware of how intimidating he is, he knows that his vulgarity and bravado serve only to push people away. But you; you don’t run away, or tremble in his presence, or avoid him. No, you run up and hug him, with a dumb smile on your face. Your insistence on being close to him is endearing, and it makes his job much easier. And, although he’d seldom admit it early on in your relationship, he loves it. He loves the attention and the affection, and it helps inflate his tremendous ego the way you admire him.

He pretends to not care when you hold his large, calloused hand in yours. But nothing hides the blush that blooms on his cheeks as he grunts in forced frustration. He’ll gently squeeze your hand back as you smile widely in response - a subtle command to not let go.

Although Bakugo insists on preserving his tough guy image, he keeps you attached at the hip whenever you’re in public. His hand will grip harshly against your waist as his face etches into a menacing scowl. It lets everyone know you belong to him. If anyone comes too close to you, a growl will erupt from his chest, sending reverberations through your body. He loves just how eager you are to be close to him, how complacent you are when he crushes you against his chest in a show of possession. 

When you’re in private, Bakugo will be much more openly affectionate. He loves to just cuddle you whenever he’s doing something else. If you try to leave the vice-grip of his hold, he won’t relent until he wants it to end. He’ll scoff, mouth tilting into a smirk as he rumbles;

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

His muscled arms aren’t just for show; his hugs feel safe and secure. His heart never fails to skip a beat when you nuzzle into his chest. He’ll of course laugh, calling you ‘needy’ or something, but he genuinely cherishes the embrace. It makes him feel.... not angry. Content, even. Which makes it all the more clear that he needs to keep you safe. 

Honestly Bakugo’s kisses aren’t incredible. He thinks he’s great, of course, insisting that the way you lean in to him and allow him to dominate your mouth is telling of just how amazing he is. But the way he crudely smashes his lips against yours, the way his tongue awkwardly invades your mouth, betrays his inexperience. They’re passionate and heated; even aggressive. The one thing they are not, however, is elegant. If he ever feels threatened by a romantic rival, expect to be swept off your feet and your lips to be assaulted. He’ll smirk as he kisses you; knowing that he’s totally showing those extras just who’s boss. 

You’re so receptive, no matter how brash his advances are. You’re so good for him, and he absolutely adores it. You are the antithesis to him; soft, compassionate, affectionate - or as he sees it, vulnerable. This will spur both his possessive and protective desires. Only he deserves you. And he likes to keep what’s his nice and safe.

Shoto Todoroki

Oh god, Shoto is the term ‘touch-starved’ personified. You are an absolutely angel to him. Sure, at first he’s weary and apprehensive to your touch, but in time he’ll crave it like a drug. But you’re so, so eager to indulge him. Outwardly, he maintains his stoic solemnity, but if you so much as brush a strand of hair from his face, his heart lurches in his chest. He loves how different the two of you are; you’re trusting, warm and oh so affectionate.

Todoroki’s most prized memory is when you cupped his cheek in your hand, tracing along the outline of his scar. Your smile was serene; your gaze benevolent and loving. You called him beautiful as you looked upon his marred flesh. That’s when he knew. He loved you. He loved you more than anything in existence.

In public, he’s never the instigator of affection, but he certainly won’t resist when you hold his hand. He’ll even squeeze tightly in return; almost dreading that you’ll float away. Todoroki’s strong presence is enough to deter anyone from daring to come close to you, but a quick narrowed scowl is sure to send even the boldest of would-be suitors running. 

He knows how much you love to latch on to his arm; and he’s quick to accommodate for the temperature.

“(Y/n), it’s cold. Hold onto my left side, I don’t want you getting sick.”

Todoroki loves when you’re dependent on him. He adores taking care of you. He wants to think you rely on him as much as he relies on you.

In terms of cuddling, Todoroki’s pretty stiff at first. He loves it, he tells you he loves it, but he just... doesn’t know what to do. You’ll be patient though; tenderly suggesting him to relax as his arms secure around you. From then on, He’ll be addicted. He expects you to hug onto him whenever possible - outright demanding it. Expect pouting, even straight-up anger if you don’t. He needs it, and you’re being just so selfish if you deny him. If he’s particularly demanding one day, he might even just freeze your feet against the ground and take what he wants instead. You’ll awkwardly laugh as his hands coil around you. It’s just a joke, right? Oh how ignorant you’ll be to the brazen red flag waving in your face.

Shoto adores the way you’ll mercurially switch between his two sides in response to the heat or the cold. He’ll mischievously pin you against his right side as he rapidly cools his skin; making you plead for his left side to warm you up. He loves your begging, but you’ll see it as nothing more than affectionate playfulness. 

Kissing wise, Todoroki’s pretty inexperienced. He’s definitely the kind to do his research before hand. Unlike Bakugo, He’s gentle and slow - easing into the tender kiss. His hand will gently push against your neck, deepening the exchange. He’ll visibly blush afterwards - terribly uncharacteristic for the solemn hero. But he’ll do so again for every peck against his cheek you eagerly place. They send shocks through his body - he can’t get enough.

You’re nothing like Todoroki. When you brush your palm so affectionately against his cheek, that much is made clear. You make him feel unconditionally loved for once in his life - which feeds his sense of entitlement he has over you. You’re a gift from the world to make up for everything he’s been through. He’ll be so ignorant to the fact that eventually; he’ll become the very thing that tormented him all those years ago.

[milkttea]

can you do some mha boys save you from someone who wont take no for an answer? I dont know if this is your style but i really love your writing! <3

Of course I can! Thank you so much for sending an ask!! Btw I write for just about anything LOL so don’t be afraid to ask!

Also Happy New Year! This year has been tough for everyone so I hope this will help to lessen your nerves! Consider it my gift to you and everyone else!

You were minding your business in the city, having just finished your work for the day. It wasn’t too late in the evening, it just turned to four when you left your apartment. 

While you were walking around you got hungry and deciding that you definitely were not in the mood for cooking, but also not eating something completely unhealthy, you went to a take out place that you frequented.

In line, you’d already decided on what you were going to order before you even walked through the door, you’ve ordered from there that many times. Anyway, you didn’t notice the eyes of a man lingering on your form in a disrespectful way. Disgusting we hate to see it, kill all men.

Getting your food and leaving the little take out restaurant you failed to notice the same man following you out of the restaurant and trailing after you. This didn’t go unnoticed to the hero who happened to be on duty and noticed the man following you out of the restaurant.

At first, he didn’t think much of it and resorted to lightly following you with his eyes. It was when the same man turned to the same street as you did and grabbed your arm that he finally went to see if you may need help.

When you felt your arm get grabbed you immediately became filled with anxiety, turning you met eyes with a man that just screamed danger. 

“Sorry miss, I just couldn’t help but notice your carrying some heavy bags, do you need some help carrying them back to your house?”

That raised red flags immediately in you and putting on the nicest smile you could while trying to not cry you just shook your head.

“No thank you, I’m fine!” You tried to take your arm out of his grip, but his hold only got tighter, “really it’s fine, thank you for offering to help me though.” Your hands were shaking and you felt like throwing up.

“I’m just trying to be nice here, lady. Geez, what you can’t be nice anymore?! I’m trying to help you!“

The man was now yelling at you and his grip on your arm got impossibly tighter and you guessed there would be a bruise there by tonight. 

“Sir please I appreciate the offer, but I really don’t need your help,“ you tried to reason with him.

“You’re so fucking ungrateful, I’m trying to help you you fucking bitch!“

Things were quickly escalating as the man gripped both of your arms now and squeezed them very tightly.

“You’re hurting me! Please let go!”

Before the man could do even more damage a hand reached out to grab his arms and pin them behind his back. Your eyes which had been previously closed opened as you feel the hands of your harasser leave you. Looking at the man you see the pro hero Deku with an angry expression directed towards the man who’s face contorts in pain.

 Deku in question looks away from the man and turns to look at you, his face immediately changing from anger to concern. He quickly takes a capture weapon, typically used on villains, and ties the mans hands together then to his feet.

He makes quick work to look at your arms and check for any injuries you may have gotten.

“I’m so sorry I should have acted quicker I just wasn’t sure what this man was planning on doing and-”

He continues to mutter as he fiddles with your arms, holding them much gentler than he did with the tied up man. You just stare at him in wonder, you’ve never met a pro hero before much less one of the most popular and top pro hero.

“I- thank you so much for helping! I wasn’t sure what would happen, honestly thank you so so much!”

He nods and breathes a sigh of relief, which then moves to concern when you wince and let out a whine at a particular spot he rubbed on your arms. The sound led to less than respectful thoughts and made his face warm up, but he pushed them aside in favor of making sure you were feeling better. 

“Yeah, still pretty upset at myself for not helping sooner though, um do you need any help because I know you can carry the bags yourself but your arm looks pretty bad right now and you winced when I pressed a little hard and the bags might make it worse and I don’t want you to get hurt even more if I can help it-”

You laugh a little at his muttering, it was kind of cute and fit him perfectly.

“Um yeah- I could use the help but just for a bit after all your a pro and there are much more people who need help than me!”

“Oh it’s fine really I don’t mind helping!”

He proceeds to help you carry the bags you have after taking the man to a police station to report him for harassment. You both make idle chatter as you head to your apartment.

“Hey asshole! Leave the girl alone!”

The man, startled, turns around your forearms still in hand and somehow grips them tighter as his eyes land on a less than pleased pro hero. Realizing that he’s been caught he lets go of your arms and stutters out.

“I was just offering to help her! She was being ungrateful!“

This truly was the weakest excuse he could have ever given because the look on Bakugou’s face said it all.

“Don’t try to lie scumbag, I saw you follow her out the restaurant and harass her.”

The man realizing that Bakugou wouldn’t let up he stupidly tries to make a run for it. Bakugou having quick reflexes puts his hand over your eyes and lets off a flash bang that stops the man in his tracks as he furiously rubs his eyes.

“If there's one thing I hate it’s guys that can’t take a NO especially when a person tells you repeatedly.”

Bakugou says this as he grips the mans arm and leads his away to a nearby cop and explains the situation with a huff. He returns to where you are as you just stare at him for a brief second, before eventually letting out a small thank you as you rub at your arms to try to relieve the pain from the tight grip of the man.

“She was an ungrateful bitch! I offered to help her for free! You here me you ungrateful who-!”

Bakugou shares a look with the cop before hitting the guy in the neck, effectively knocking him unconscious. He talks with the cop before making his way back to you.

He notices you rubbing your arm and makes a face.

“Hey

Considering that this whole thing started with you refusing you would accept anyway, but considering the fact that your arms were now in pain it would probably be best for you to get some help.

“Thank you for your help! I really appreciate it.“

You rub your arms as Bakugou looks at you briefly, before letting a slight smile show up on his face.

“Should probably take self defense classes dumbass, you could have seriously gotten hurt,“ Bakugou responds as he follows your lead to your apartment. He didn’t know why he offered to help you, maybe because he felt like you were weak.

Either way, you were happy for his help and waved goodbye to him once you got back into your apartment and gave him a smile.

Ice shot out from seemingly nowhere and froze the mans legs to the ground, the action surprised him and caused him to let go of your arms and you hurriedly backed away from him.

Shocked at what just happened you look around before your eyes land on the pro hero Shoto who offers a slight nod as he goes towards the man with a less than pleasant expression on his face.

“Hey what the hell man?! I was helping the dame out and she wouldn’t take my fucking help! Freeze her not me!”

Todoroki now on the scene blankly states at the man who tries to free himself from the ice as his face lowers into a harsh glare.

“You were harassing this young lady and wouldn’t leave her alone, learn to take no for an answer.”

He freezes the mans hands and legs together before going to your side and making an ice chunk to put on your arms.

“I apologize for not coming earlier I didn’t realize his intentions, I should have acted sooner,” he says with regret laced in his voice.

A little shiver runs down your spine at the feeling of the ice block on your arms, but you offer a smile to him in gratitude.

“I’m just glad you were here when you were, Shoto,” you respond with a slight blush on your face at how close he was.

His face wasn’t too better as he forgets for a brief second that his hero name was his first name, he decided he liked the way his name sounded coming from you. Using his quirk to cool down his face he looks at your bags that have since fallen on the floor.

“I could help you bring your stuff back to wherever to you need to go? Your arms don’t seem too injured, but straining them won’t do you any good,” he hoped he didn’t sound rude, thankfully he didn’t and you let out a slight laugh.

“Yeah I guess you’re right, kind of need my arms to work at their best for my job and life really.”

Todoroki picks up your bags and walks with you towards your residence, waving down an officer on the way and pointing them towards the man who harassed you.

[vannahfanfics]

Heavenly Bodies

Category: Romantic Fluff

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Mina Ashido, Eijirou Kirishima

Additional Tags: Quirkless AU

Howdy, everyone! Today I have my story for the @ashidobigbang! I had the privilege of working with the wonderful @mallowfac​, so be sure to go give her beautiful art some love!

The picturesque campus of U.A. High School was always abuzz with activity, even after the final bells rang to mark the end of the school day. As expected of the number-one high school in the district, the institution hosted a vast number of after-school sports and clubs, so much that it was almost unheard of for a student to be uninvolved in anything. Thus, even as the sun had sunk low across the sky, the halls were still packed with many students fervently discussing events and fundraising and planning, walking to and from their classrooms. 

The exterior of the school was no exception; one would be hard pressed to find an empty sidewalk or field—except for today, when the American football team would be taking on the baseball team in an impromptu flag football game to determine once and for all the title of best sport. The halls and sidewalks and fields were abandoned, for the entire student body had crammed themselves within the confines of the spacious practice field nestled in the back corner of the campus. The baseball team had asserted that football was so easy that even they could do it, and the school had become divided on whether or not that was true. 

“Kick their asses, Eijirou!” a particularly loud fan crowed from the top of the bleachers. He was standing tall, hands cupped around his mouth and stamping his feet as he cheered for the school’s idol and star quarterback. The bleachers sang with chants and stomps, trying desperately to smother the boos drifting from the opposite end of the field, where the baseball team’s supporters sat. Eijirou Kirishima, his grin blinding and his red hair gleaming in the spring sun, laughed nervously as praise was rained down upon him. 

As Mina zeroed in on him in the lens of her binoculars, she knew she’d found her latest victim— er, recruit. 

Mina Ashido was the president—and only member—of U.A.’s astronomy club. Well, it wasn’t technically a club yet since they needed two members for the administration to approve the application. An avid admirer of all things cosmological and an aspiring astronomer, Mina refused to allow her pride and joy to collapse before it had even begun. Thus, for the last few months, she’d been concocting hare-brained scheme after hare-brained scheme to recruit at least one more member and officially christen the U.A. Guild of Astronomers and Astrophysicists. All of her efforts, unfortunately, had crashed and burned brighter than a supernova. 

At first, she’d just camped out in the hallways and leisure areas pitching her case and attempting to garner interest in the subject, but she’d been met with polite refusals or awkward avoidance. With so many extracurriculars available, sometimes drastic measures had to be taken to garner interest in a club— the Shakespearean drama club, for example, had performed Macbeth completely backwards in the courtyard, and their numbers had swelled immediately. Mina had cooked up a dramatic scheme of her own, which involved her running around the school screaming about a falling star and the end times. After inciting a mass school panic that led to a lockdown and police involvement, all Mina had managed to acquire was a fierce scolding, detention, and the label as a kook—not even one person expressed interest in joining her club even for the shits and giggles! No, it was clear that the inner workings of her mind were too sophisticated for humble high school students and staff, so she would have to try a more nuanced approach—manipulating the most vital high school variable: popularity. 

Her first target had been gorgeous cheerleader and school sweetheart, Momo Yaoyorozu. Despite the stereotype that popular girls were great big bitches, Momo had been nothing but polite when refusing Mina, since her rigorous practice schedule would unfortunately not allow her to devote the time to the club it deserved (but they did regularly meet up for Sunday tea now!). The next one to fall into her crosshairs was the school heartthrob Shoto Todoroki. He’d entertained her for an afternoon, but he destroyed one of her very expensive telescopes while attempting a night viewing and she’d politely informed him that perhaps he wasn’t cut out for it. He didn’t seem too sad about it, though he did occasionally ask her how the recruiting was going when they met in the halls. Very sweet guy, but bless him, he was an airhead. 

Thus, Mina had moved on to her next opportunity—the pride and joy of U.A.’s sports program, star American football player Eijirou Kirishima. Incredibly handsome, charismatic, and kind-hearted, Eijirou was beloved by everyone at U.A. If Mina managed to recruit him to her humble club, half the student body would be clamoring to join before it was printed in the school news the next day. 

She snickered to herself as she watched him through her binoculars, hiding in the thick, leafy bushes lining the backside of the sports complex. Her cotton candy-colored hair blended well with the hydrangeas blooming amidst the emerald leaves, camouflaging her as she conducted her vital research. The redhead strode across the field with confidence, yet his sunny smile made him seem anything but arrogant. Though she couldn’t hear him, she could see his lips moving as he relayed orders to his team while they set up the play. The players seamlessly fell into an offensive stance, a testament to the faith they held in their captain—and how seriously he took their practice and performance. 

A deep and bassy “huuuuup!” resounded through the field, and then the player hiked the ball. With a speed much at odds with his muscular frame, Eijirou took off down the field. Mina admittedly salivated a little as she watched his muscles ripple, his gray muscle tank displaying his biceps and triceps in mouthwatering detail. She could see the sweat shining on his skin and flicking from his hair as he whipped his head around to eye the ball that was sailing through the air toward him. The baseball team’s defense could only watch in awe as Eijirou leaped into the air over the endzone. The ball landed in his arms like it belonged there, his grip smug and sure as he landed in the touchdown zone. The supporting crowd erupted into deafening cheers, while Eijirou just smiled bashfully and gave a little wave. 

Mina lowered her binoculars to compose herself, a blush dusting her cheeks. So effortless… And the crowd loves it! she thought in awe. No matter what, I have to get him to join the Astronomy Club! She snapped the binoculars back to her eyes, watching intensely. She really didn’t need to watch the entire game, but… damn, that was a mouthwatering piece of man. She had to find some way to entertain herself while she waited for the game to end and her chance to corner him to finally present itself. 

Needless to say, the football team absolutely demolished the baseball team. The rival players marched back to their diamond in defeat along with their gaggle of supporters, while the crowd flooded the practice field to heft a very bemused but giddy Eijirou on their shoulders with chants of his name. They dunked the container of water over his head as soon as his feet touched the grass again, making him laugh jovially. Mina’s heart fluttered at the sound; his laugh was as sunny as the rest of him, so bright she almost felt the need to close her eyes. He was just blinding, like the most intense star. 

And just like with a star, Mina gravitated toward him. 

Eventually, the raucous crowd dispersed and the football team started heading to the locker rooms to change out of their sweaty gym gear. They came tromping onto the sidewalk, with Eijirou trailing in the rear dripping wet and trying to wring water out of his tank. Mina almost forgot to spring out of the bushes, too occupied with the planes of his abs being revealed each time he wrung the fabric. She remembered her mission just as he passed the hydrangea bush, and leaped out in front of him with a delighted trill. 

“That was a wonderful game, Eijirou!” she squealed, throwing her arms up and hiking up one leg behind her in a cute little flourish. The redhead jumped back with a small gasp, startled by her sudden appearance and the leaves and hydrangea petals clinging to her clothes and the soft fibers of her pink hair. Once he recovered, however, he gave her a charming smile that nearly had her melting into a pile of space slush. 

“Oh! Thanks. Hey, you’re, uh—” he snapped his fingers quickly as he struggled to recall her, then pointed his fingers at her in a gun-like shape once it clicked, “Mina Ashido! You have homeroom with Tsuyu from the Amphibian Care club. She talks about you when she helps run the concession stand sometimes!” 

“That’s right! The one and only!” she chirped, trying to suppress the surge of anger at the fact that Tsuyu could recruit for her club about pet frogs and turtles but Mina couldn’t get one single underling. Not to worry; that will all change soon! 

“This might be an odd question, but, uh… is there a reason you were hiding in the bushes?” he laughed awkwardly. Mina blushed when he leaned forward to gently brush the leaves and petals from her shoulders and hair, which made her short-circuit for a second. It was only when he looked at her inquisitively that her brain jump-started again. 

“O-oh! I thought it would be fun to surprise you! Yanno, like in the movies where someone jumps out of a big ol’ birthday cake!” It was a bold-faced lie, but it wasn’t like she could tell him she was spying on him through binoculars while she schemed to reel him into her club. Trying to keep him from thinking too hard about it, she placed her hands on her hips and straightened up. “I watched your practice match with the baseball team and have decided that you’ll be a perfect fit for the Astronomy Club! So please join. <3” 

Eijirou blinked owlishly at her, his bright red eyes swimming with confusion. He smiled bashfully, clearly trying not to let his utter perplexity show on his face. He rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle. 

“Well, um, I’m really not sure how you made that connection watching me play…” 

“The inner workings of a woman’s mind are quite an enigma~” she hummed with a waggle of her finger. Eijirou only scrunched his eyebrows in confusion and jumped when she slapped her hand down on his shoulder. “Seriously! You seem like a great fit! Please consider at least trying it out for a little while?” She batted her eyelashes demurely; if nothing else, her womanly charms could entice the burly football player to at least humor her for a while. 

Sure enough, a pink blush dusted across his cheeks and a bashful smile curled onto his lips. 

“Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt checking it out… Stars are cool…” 

“Fabulous!” she squealed, making Eijirou flinch again as she clapped her hands together and jumped up and down in elation. Even if Eijirou didn’t join permanently, just the rumor of his interest in her humble little club was liable to attract attention. “I know that you’re busy with football practice, so we’ll schedule club meetings on Friday afternoons when you don’t have them, okay?” 

“Oh, that’s not necessary. I don’t want to inconvenience any—” 

“Great! So it’s settled then! I’ll see you on Friday afternoon in Room 310!” With that, she jumped back into her bush, leaving Eijirou staring at the quivering leaves in confusion. Through the gaps in the branches, she saw him open and close his mouth like he wanted to say something, look around and then up at the sky with a pensive look, and then smile with a shrug of his shoulders. Mina clutched her binoculars to her chest as a smile bloomed on her own lips, but one of satisfaction. Surely this will work! The Astronomy Club will be booming in no time! She thought with a giddy snicker. 

If nothing else, she could look at Eijirou’s absolutely dreamy body and face for a few club meetings and drive his fangirls nuts. 

At the end of the week, Mina paced impatiently in front of Room 310, chewing her fingernails to nubs as her eyes darted back and forth around the hall. It had only been a few minutes since the final bell had rung and the students had scattered to attend to their Friday afternoon obligations (or lack thereof), but anxiety swirled in Mina’s belly at the complete emptiness of the halls. Has he stood me up? Was I too pushy? Is he secretly a great big jerk who is nice to people’s faces but scathingly berates them behind their back to his football teammates and they all laugh evilly at the unknowing victim’s expense? 

With a dramatic sob, Mina flung herself against the classroom door and hugged it, her fingers just barely curling around the wide frame. Once again, it seemed that her recruitment plan had failed miserably, and she was still the sole member of the Astronomy Club. Was she a doomed stranded astronaut, left to traverse the stars in silence awaiting a bitter end? She sank to her knees, sliding down the door with a long squeeeeeeeeak and crying bitter tears. Stars were hella cool! Why did no one at this stupid high school appreciate them? 

“Mina!” 

Mina’s mood did a complete one-eighty when she heard Eijirou calling her name and his footsteps pounding around the corner. She jumped to her feet, her tears drying up instantly and her pout morphing into a giddy smile. The redhead came trotting up, a thin sheet of sweat on his forehead and an apologetic smile on his face. 

“Sorry!” he panted. “I didn’t get a chance to warn you that my class is all the way on the first floor. I hope you weren’t waiting long!” 

“No, no! I just got here mys— yeowch!” 

She had still been hugging the door, so when she tried to turn to face him, she accidentally pulled it forward and smashed her fingers in the doorjamb. She screamed as her knucklebones crunched and the skin tore; the pain rocketing up her arm sprang tears to her eyes immediately, and she released a petulant whine as she retracted her bruised and bloody fingers from between the wooden door and concrete wall. 

“Oh my gosh, are you okay, Mina?” Eijirou gasped, dropping his school bag and rushing to her side. Mina cradled her throbbing hand to her chest with little sniffles, curling away from the football player when he reached for it. He gave her an encouraging, sweet smile. “I know I look big and tough, but I promise, I can be gentle too. Let me see; you may have broken something.”

Whimpering but enticed by his soothing words and demeanor, Mina obediently allowed him to pull her hand forward to inspect her fingers. They were bruising already, big blotches of purple blooming around the torn and bloody skin. Eijirou leaned over her hand, and goosebumps sprouted on her skin as his warm breath puffed over her electrified skin and aching bones. With featherlight touches, he inspected her knuckles, prodding as gently as he could to feel for any deviations in the bone. 

“I know this may hurt, but can you bend them?” he asked, looking up at her through his red bangs. Mina whimpered again, hesitant to comply for fear of the pain. However, the glitter in his vermilion eyes urged her to comply. She hesitantly bent her fingers, wincing as pain skittered up her nerves— but it didn’t hurt nearly as much as she thought it would. Eijirou smiled satisfactorily. “You crunched ‘em pretty good, but I don’t think anything is broken or fractured,” he said as he straightened up. 

“Thanks… I can’t believe I did that,” she sighed, using her good hand to knock on the side of her head a few times. How embarrassing, injuring herself like that in front of him! “Well, now that all that drama is over, let’s go inside so I can tell you about the club.” 

Eijirou followed her inside. While she rifled through the teacher’s desk for some bandages, he looked around at the desks, which were empty aside from a build-your-own-telescope kit, Mina’s completed telescope, and astronomical charts and textbooks. As Mina wrapped bandages around her fingers, he looked at her with knitted eyebrows. 

“There’s no one else here yet?” 

“There’s no one else to be here,” she replied with a shrug and a wan smile. “I’m the club’s only member.” When Eijirou’s eyebrows shot up to the roots of his hair, she sadly added, “If that information makes you want to leave, go ahead and do so,” she said with a wave at the door. She then looked down at the adhesive wrapped around her knuckles. “You wouldn’t be the first.” 

“No, I don’t want to leave,” Eijirou said quickly. He marched up to the front of the desk, leaning against it. Mina didn’t know what to look at—his flexing muscles or his bright smile. He tilted his head slightly as he smiled charmingly at her, then said, “Tell me about your club, Mina. I want to know everything.” 

Oh God, he’s hot! Mina screamed inside her head, her good hand flying to her rapidly-beating heart. It took everything within her not to absolutely swoon at the complete sweetheart of a man gracing her with his presence this Friday afternoon. Her eyes watered a little in gratitude, or maybe it was the sheer emotion at being witness to such a wonderful human being’s kindness. 

Thus, Mina did as he asked. She first instructed Eijirou how to build the telescope that he would use on nights they did observations; he bungled through it a little, but remained patient and tried his best to follow the instructions. Mina had to giggle at the absolutely triumphant grin that plastered his face when he successfully assembled the telescope; he held it up over his head and pranced around—nearly giving them both a panic attack when he bumped into a desk and nearly dropped the telescope on the ground. Mina didn’t think she could handle a Shoto 2.0. 

After assembling the telescope, she started him off with easy information—constellations. She unrolled her star map which had all the constellations displayed by season, explaining specifically which ones they could see at the moment. Eijirou was very excited to see them in person, so they arranged a meeting for the following week. True to form, he showed up that Friday night with his telescope and all his zeal, his smile brighter than the full moon hanging high in the sky. 

“It’s hard to believe that people stared at the sky thousands of years ago and traced shapes out of ‘em!” he exclaimed as he plonked his telescope down to the ground. “And made up all these stories to go with ‘em. And all the stories and constellations are different based on what civilization was lookin’ at ‘em!” 

“The stars have always been fascinating,” Mina hummed, gently setting up her telescope and adjusting the lens. “Sometimes I like to find my own constellations and make up stories about them.” 

“Really? Tell me one!” 

“Well, my favorite is the Alien Queen!” 

“The Alien Queen?” Eijirou laughed, making Mina flush shyly. “Show me!” Not waiting for an answer, he shouldered in next to her telescope and peered into it. She flushed darker as his sturdy shoulder dug into the meat of her side, warmth blooming across her skin. With slightly trembling hands, she moved the telescope to the right section of the sky. 

“Do you see that big, bright shiny star right there?” she asked, waiting until Eijirou confirmed. “Well, that’s the tip of the back of her head. If you follow them like this—” she gestated in front of the lens, tracing the star pattern— “it looks kinda like the alien from the horror movie!” 

“Leave it to Mina Ashido to find the Xenomorph constellation,” Eijirou snickered, straightening up to smile at her in amusement. “No wonder you’re the club president.” Mina shyly played with the hem of her skirt, unable to control the giddy smile playing over her lips. 

They spent the rest of the early evening finding the constellations and discussing the various mythologies behind each. Eijirou loved the Greek-based patterns and myths the most. Every time they pointed one out, he would flex dramatically and proclaim how much he loved the famous heroes of old—Hercules, Achilles, Odysseus, Perseus. Mina laughed at his sensational flexing and grunting each time, her giggles bouncing around the empty practice field to join the cricket song. 

Monday morning, Mina was surprised to find Eijirou rushing down the hall towards her as she went to enter her classroom. His face was flushed pink and his forehead dotted with sweat, indicating that he’d sprinted all the way to her. He pin-wheeled to a stop, nearly bumping her with his broad chest, and his breath puffed in her hair as he grinned brightly down at her. 

“Mina! Guess what I saw on the news this morning! The Creati comet is gonna be passing by this Wednesday, and it’ll be visible here that night!” 

“Yeah, I know!” Mina cried. She’d been glued to the news program this morning as astrophysicists and space program officials discussed the once-in-a-lifetime event; it was rumored to be an absolute gorgeous comet, with a rare rosy pink-lavender tail due to its high concentrations of lithium and potassium chloride. She then blushed, warmed by the fact that Eijirou had found it so important to inform her that he’d run all the way across campus first thing in the morning. 

“Yeah! We’re gonna watch it together, right?” he asked, clapping his hands on her shoulders. Mina flushed, fidgeting in place and chewing on the inside of her cheek. 

“A-are you sure? I’m sure you’ll be tired after football practice.” 

“Are you kidding? What kind of Astronomy Club member would I be if I didn’t see this comet?” he objected. 

Mina felt her heart thrum at the statement. Does he enjoy being a member that much? She’d only recruited him as a means to an end, but was it really turning out that Eijirou liked being a member of her club? She felt her belly twist with guilt and a cold flush pulse through her body. She curled into herself a little, blood roaring in her ears and nearly drowning out what he said next. 

“I know you’re planning on going to watch it, so let’s see it together, Mina!” 

“Okay,” she found herself saying before she even processed it. The next two days were a similar blur of guilt and anxiety amidst preparations to view the comet Wednesday evening. All traces of excitement she would normally possess was swallowed up by the remorse poisoning her from the hard ball in the pit of her belly. She couldn’t help but obsess over the fact that she’d recruited Eijirou on false pretenses, abusing his kind heart to use his popularity for her own gain. She’d already received a flood of interest in the club once news had spread that Eijirou was seemingly an official member, but she’d evaded them with half-hearted promises that she’d contact them soon to set up a general interest meeting. 

On Wednesday night she stood by the hydrangea bush, chewing on her bottom lip and tempted to hide within its emerald leaves and pink blossoms so she wouldn’t have to face Eijirou. Before she could take shelter in its branchy depths, the redhead came trotting up the sidewalk, his smile gleaming in the starlight as he called her name. His telescope flopped on his back in its canvas sheath. 

“Hey, Mina!” he grinned when he came to a stop in front of her, panting slightly. Always in such a rush, she thought fondly. No wonder he’s the star quarterback. “Are you excited? I sure am!” 

“Yeah,” she lied. There was no room to be excited with all the guilt filling her to the brim. Eijirou’s smile somehow managed to get brighter. Despite everything, her heart still jumped in her chest when he grabbed her hand, his thick and calloused fingers so strangely perfect around her slim ones, and pulled her onto the practice field. 

“This is perfect!” he exclaimed, looking up at the starry night sky with his hands on his hips. Mina only hummed quietly, robotically unfolding a blanket and placing it over the grass. She’d arranged for the school to shut off the nighttime lights for the evening, giving them a clear view of the moon and stars. Thus, they were the only things that provided illumination as Mina and Eijirou sat down on the soft blanket together. “I didn’t know if we would want to get a better look at the comet, so I brought this!” he said excitedly, slipping the telescope off his back and setting it down between them. Mina hummed again, anxiety swirling in the pit of her belly. In the gloom, she could still see Eijirou’s bright red eyebrows scrunch. 

“Mina…? What’s wrong?” he asked quietly. Mina debated lying for a moment; she nervously plucked at the loose fibers of her stockings, unable to meet his pretty vermillion eyes. The lie never got the chance to dance on her tongue. She knew she had to come clean, to tell him the truth before she toted him along even further. 

“Eijirou… I have to confess something,” she admitted quietly. He shifted beside her, eyebrows raised. 

“What is it?” 

“I’m not as good a person as you think I am.” Her voice shook as tears flooded her eyes. She bit down on her lip as a sniffle slipped free. Eijirou looked at her in utter bewilderment, confusion swirling in those gorgeous vermillion eyes that had struck her the moment she had first seen them. He gently reached out to stroke his fingertips ever-so-lightly down her cheek; she turned away, a tear slipping down her cheek that was still tingling with his featherlight touch. “Don’t,” she begged, her voice nothing more than a strained whisper. “I don’t deserve your sympathy.” 

“Mina…” 

“I used you, Eijirou,” she said finally, choking the words out as her throat constricted with guilt. “I used your popularity for my own gain. I just wanted my club to be popular.” 

She didn’t look at him as the silence hung heavy between them, like an anvil suspended on a slowly fraying rope. She waited with bated breath for the rope to snap and for it to plummet, for him to explode on her like he rightfully should, to tell her she was selfish and cruel and for him to storm away and never look back. She cringed when he inhaled sharply, already preparing for his raised voice. 

He didn’t yell or scream or curse. Instead, his voice was heartbreakingly soft when he murmured, “That doesn’t make you a bad person. That just makes you lonely.” 

Mina’s eyes fluttered as her heart swelled with hope. She didn’t resist when he cupped her cheek and gently turned her tear-stained face to look at him. Her watery eyes met his red ones, and she was so relieved to find them brimming with understanding, not hate or anger. He swept his thumb over her cheek to catch the tears still streaming over her ruddy skin. 

“Mina… I knew that already,” he confessed with a small smile. She gasped in shock, while Eijirou smiled bashfully and rubbed at the back of his neck with his other hand. “As soon as you told me that you were the only member of the club, I figured that you wanted to use my popularity to recruit more people. I was a little bitter about it for a second, but… Then I saw how sad you looked.” He used both his hands to cup her cheeks and leaned forward to press his forehead to hers. “I didn’t want to see that look on your face. Even if you were using me, I wanted you to be happy.” 

“Why?” she hiccuped, chest drawing tight like a balloon ready to burst. “Th-that was so horrible of me… And you still wanted to do that for me? Why?” 

“Because from the moment you jumped out of that hydrangea bush, I’ve been head-over-heels for you,” he purred, mouth twitching up into a smirk. Her face flushed with a fierce, fiery blush and her mouth dropped open in shock. “And maybe I was a little hopeful that I could get you to be head-over-heels for me, too,” he added with a playful wink. Mina couldn’t help but laugh, mostly from the overwhelming relief bubbling up inside her body. She leaned into him, finding solace in how well her small body fit into his muscular one—like a lock and key, like they belonged together. 

Sniffling happily, she curled her fingers into the leathery fabric of his varsity jacket and smiled joyfully. 

“Well, you didn’t have to try very hard. How could I not be head-over-heels for you?”

Before they could say anything else, the sky was suddenly filled with bright light. They both turned to see that the comet had appeared among the stars. Its powdery tail streamed pinkish-blue behind the large white body, slowly traveling across the expanse of inky blue like a leisurely sailboat. Mina inhaled sharply as the pastel colors reflected in her eyes and the light danced over her skin and hair; it truly was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. She was so entranced that she didn’t register Eijirou’s hand sneaking under her chin again until he turned her face back. The comet danced in his red eyes, making it a pink nebula of stars and space and beauty. 

No. Those eyes of his were the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. 

She almost didn’t want to close her own as he leaned in to kiss her, but as soon as his lips smoothed over her own, she couldn’t help it. They drifted shut as she melted against him, savoring the gentle motions of his mouth against hers. Her heart fluttered when his hand drifted up into her cotton-candy hair, twirling around the strands like he was memorizing the feel of the silky threads. He kissed her with rising passion, like an astronaut adrift in space who’d finally found the oxygen he needed. 

They pulled apart slightly panting and blushing the same color as the comet streaming slowly above their heads. He stroked her face gently, then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down on the blanket. She laughed when he hugged her tight, nuzzled into her hair and inhaled deeply. 

“You smell like hydrangeas.” 

“Eijirou, I thought we were here to watch the comet.” 

“It’s pretty,” he remarked with a glance up at the sky. He then looked down at her with that dazzling smile she adored so much. “But I’ve got a heavenly body right here that I’m more interested in.” 

“Oh my gosh! That’s so corny!” she howled, throwing her head back in laughter. Eijirou snickered and snuggled into the side of her face, making her laugh more at the ticklish sensation of his nose brushing her skin. He peppered butterfly kisses over every inch of skin he could find, making her squirm and giggle in his grasp. 

Finally, he rolled on his side, one arm still snug around her shoulders while he watched the comet slowly make its way across the horizon. She pressed against him, warm and fuzzy and happy. 

“You know, despite the circumstances, I’m still glad you asked me to join, Mina,” Eijirou said with a contented sigh. His fingers drifted up to play with the fluffy strands of her hair. Mina rested her head on his chest, smiling while she watched the comet. 

“Me too, Eijirou. I can’t wait to spend the rest of the school year checking out heavenly bodies.” 

Eijirou gave her a wan look as she snorted piggishly in laughter. 

“You’re not going to let me live that down, are you?” 

“Absolutely not. I’m already planning to sell tee shirts!” 

Eijirou laughed, then rolled over to attack her with snuggles and kisses again. Mina welcomed his embrace and affections. Their laughter drifted up into the sky to join the stars and the streaming glittery trail of the comet, finding a home forever in the vastness of space…

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Bakusquad LGBT Headcanons

Whoops... haven’t posted in a while... whoops.

Anyway, for this I decided some Bakusquad gay hc. And maybe some shipping lmao. Now, BakuKiri is valid but I prefer TodoBaku. But both are great. For this imma go with TodoBaku and KiriDenki because preference. Also, if anyone starts fighting about ships in comments I’m coming for you toes.

Anyway, enjoy!

Katsuki Bakugo

This boy....

Oh god this boy

Three syllables

DISASTER

Oh yeah he’s gay

Gay disaster

Very angrily a disaster

Bakugo strikes me as a tsundere. As he does for everybody

But combined with his... tendencies...

He becomes a walking balm of internalized gay anger

He fears being outed because homophobia is fun

But since all of Class 1-A knows, they just don’t say anything

Only openly out to the Bakusquad, and Todoroki

Like I said, dating Todoroki

Or Kirishima depending on how I feel

Either way, he is a clingy, angry tsundere with both

Will avidly defend his friends and himself or anyone from any kind of bigotry

Very... passionate... lgbt supporter

May or may not have cried the night he came out to the bakusquad. Both before and after. And may or may not have been happy tears.

Also the kind of person who screams at you to die while absolutely showering you in love and trying to make you feel like the most valid person ever. But does it in his usual Bakugo tsundere way.

He has hit everyone in the Bakusquad and his boyfriend with their respective flags while shouting vaguely threatening words of love and validation at them. This has happened to everyone at least once. Todoroki, Jirou, and Denki are the most common victims.

Also. Trans Bakugo deserves rights

When it comes to being trans, Bakugo has no issue with it

Neither do his parents

But like with him being a filthy gay degen- *gets exploded* OW!!

Anyway, like him with his homosmexualness, he’s scared to come out about it

Mind you, his parents are also avid supporters for the gay community

But he himself has seen and heard things and it scares him

As well as those morons in middle school who he came out too (not willingly) but teased him about it and made stupid comments, they didn’t hate him but were more so ignorant

Has experienced actual hatred before, especially middle school (maybe projected on Midoriya a little...)

But, this boy was so relieved when he came out to his friends and especially Todoroki

Maybe the human population isn’t so bad after all, huh you angry ball of rainbows and anger

Also. Ace bb

Eijirou Kirishima

The resident sunshine shark puppy

He flips between functional and disaster depending on the day

Is extremely open about him being pan, since it’s the manliest thing to do

And he is the manliest

He is also avid supporter and defender of the lgbt

Since Kirishima is the other backbone of the Bakusquad, he’s great for when ya need some comfort

This baby boi just wants to be loved and will love you back tenfold

Best hugger in class 1-a fight me

Broken gaydar

Denki Kaminari

(This was the first gif... y’all really horny huh?)

The biggest bi disaster

Also chaotic

Unintentionally chaotic

Like, he goes in with intentions of chaos, then somehow it ends up being worse then it should’ve been

Goddamnit Denki, is now Bakugo’s favorite phrase

Best gay friends with Sero and Mina

Absolutely falls hard

Sure, he’s a flirt, but that’s just Denki being Denki

He’s so much worse when he falls in love

Not a flirt. No no. Absolute blushing mess

Bf do be Kiri tho

(Why is he the person I have the most ships with like damn...)

His gaydar is absolutely fucking broken. Like my god you could be Aoyama levels of obvious and it’d go straight over his head

Gaydar is so bad he usually ends up flirting with lesbians or already taken people

He never touches a dude because he doesn’t want people thinking he’s already weirder than he is

Bad social anxiety, so he stayed quiet about being bi

Than Sero asked... he denied it

It failed

Now he’s out and semi-proud

Does have sad days where he feels anxious and albeit ashamed

But he’s with the two biggest cuddlers with Sero and Kiri so it’s fine

Or if you want to be saucy, soft boy Shinso or Ojiro

Hanta Sero

This dumbass

Non-binary (he/they) demisexual biromantic boi

Since I hc as the most observant person (emotionally anyways) his gaydar is by far the strongest

He picked up on fucking Todoroki... that man looks straighter than his dad is sucks

Also the one who picks up the crushes before the people even do

Motherfucker could tell you who’s gonna end up with who before they even realize that they like each other

*cough* Bakugo and Todoroki *cough cough*

Poly relationship with Denki and Kiri. Fight me

Mina Ashido

Best girl

Ace lesbian

Makes a great chaotic couple with Mei Hatsume

Chaotic lesbian and she knows it

She is also disaster

Bad kind of disaster

She uh... once tried to bake a pride cake for pride month and nearly burned down the entire dorm

Denki was also there... that didn’t help

Also the resident shipper of Bakusquad and Class 1-A (alongside Hagakure and Ochako)

She absolutely got 8/10 couples together in 1-A... and also 1-B

ShinoMa anyone?

Absolutely has tricked Denki multiple times to wear dresses

Doesn’t have to trick Sero, he just does it

Adores Mei and is soft about it

Kyouka Jirou

Badass bi anyone?

Bisexual disaster

But very quietly dies unlike the other three on here

She can try and smooth it over and play it off

Doesn’t work all the time

Trans female

And I love her

Gay with Yaomomo

Hangs out with Sero and Bakugo a lot as trans squad and they end up laughing at the four other dumbasses they have sadly befriended

The head of the Bakusquad, especially at pride

Absolutely fucking listens to Against Me! and Jayne County and whatever other trans musician you can think of

Absolutely vibing with Sero while listen to Girl in Red, Cavetown, or the other two

And jams with Bakugo and Denki with those as well

On bad, dysphoric days, the squad bakes all her favorite foods, grab her girlfriend, and hang out and chill

Some general pride month headcanons

Like I’ve mentioned, vibing with Cavetown and Girl in Red

Also jamming with Jayne County and Laura Jayne Grace and whomever else Jirou found that week

At pride, Kirishima is at the bbq with Tetsutetsu (they have rainbow gay meat come on!)

Bakugo is trying to stop Todoroki from wondering off and getting lost, especially at first pride parade since it was his first time and Shoto is absolute dumbass

One year while still going to UA, Shoto and Denki picked up on an anxious Momo and sad Jirou and Sero just... announced how gay they were for each other.

Later that month, the two girls got together due to a party thrown just for them put together by Sero, Shoto, Denki, and Mina

It’s a tradition to watch whatever the gayest show out at the time is and finish it before the month is over as a group

SU is Denki and Kiri’s favorite.

Bakugo hates it cuz the diamonds piss him off

Soooooo, they have to stop halfway through the gay wedding episode

Todoroki joins in on the shows because he has nothing better to do (but really it’s because he’s lonely and craves affection... bb)

Also, when Bakugo came out. Sero won a bet with Mina. Not on him not being gay. But Mina thought he was bi.

Mina was wrong

And now it’s a tradition for Sero to make bets with the other squad members on who’s what shade of gay and then win because he’s right 100% of the time (and Bakugo just started betting WITH Sero because he got tired of losing. Denki and Mina do not give up however. And Kiri switches sides a lot.)

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It’s the First Day of a New Life (You’ll See).

Please, will you wake up? Open your eyes, it’s the first day of a new life; you’ll see. Cotton in the windows, pollen as the wind blows; it’s the first day of a new life with me.

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Summary: When you’re forced to wear rose colored glasses, all the red flags look white.

Chapter Warnings: gaslighting, belittlement, brief crying, comfort, Shoto Todoroki is a human tree, Touya Todoroki is a shitweasel.

18+ | Minors and ageless blogs DNI

All characters depicted are mid 20s or older.

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“Damn it, Dr. Todoroki! How many times have we asked you to please slow down when coming through this wing? Now I have to put all of these notes back into order before I go to my meeting!”

You scrambled to collect all of your notes off of the ground and at least orient them in the same direction as your (unhelpful) boyfriend gave a condescending smirk, “Don’t be like that, sweetness, you know it was an accident.”

You scoffed in annoyance, staring up at him.

If someone had asked you a little over a year ago how it felt to land the hottest biological sciences professor to ever grace the university’s campus, you’d have grinned and said it felt like the greatest stroke of luck you’d ever had. Touya Todoroki was on the low end of tall with a lean but muscular frame, striking blue eyes and dark hair carefully styled to look effortless. He was covered in tattoos on his chest, arms, and neck, with a few facial piercings he flipped up or swapped out for clear place holders if needed.

On top of appearances, he was remarkably intelligent, being one of the youngest professors to hold a doctorate and the only one still in his thirties. In fact, it was this fast-tracked intelligence that drove you towards Touya in the first place, on top of his ability to be extremely fun on the weekends. His age made him a fun mix between a responsible adult and a peer, and when his sights locked onto you of all people, a new researcher in the genetics lab upstairs, it felt like a wild dream.

Well, it did. At least for a while.

Now there were days you wish you’d never said yes to that initial date, because once the whirlwind settled, you realized his fun personality was actually immature cockiness and a sense of entitlement that he mostly kept under wraps until he left work for the day. You were constantly made the target of jokes, called pet names at work despite insisting that he call you by your proper title, Dr. (L/N), and had your work interrupted so often that the passcode to your lab had to be changed on a bi-weekly basis to keep him out.

In fact, part of lab procedures included wiping down the keypad after every use for “sanitary purposes”, which was actually a means to remove fingerprints. Previously, you couldn’t determine how he kept getting the passcode, but once you installed a privacy shield and instituted wipe downs, his visits became less frequent and spontaneous.

You scoffed and shook your head to clear the irritated fog, “Yeah and the accident before that knocked my coffee all over my lucky blouse right before a presentation, and the one before that nearly destroyed critical samples, oh and you never help clean up the mess from any of your ‘accidents’. What are you even doing up here? Your lecture hall is three floors down and your next class starts in five minutes. You’ll be late.”

Touya frowned at you, scratching at a tattoo on his neck. “Aww, don’t be like that, babe. I just came to wish you good luck. Maybe I shouldn’t since you’re so sour.”

You saw a flash of red and felt your blood pressure raise as you opened your mouth to respond, but a voice floated in from behind you and beat you to it.

“She’d probably be less ‘sour’ if you bothered to help her pick up the notes she dropped.”

“Thank you! Someone gets it!” Your voice caught in your throat as you whipped around to see a man closer to your age than Touya’s, holding two cups of coffee with a messenger bag slung over his shoulder. His long hair was half white, half red, and tied in a haphazard half bun with dual-colored bangs falling into heterochromatic eyes. His right eye was a warm gray, and the left was a striking shade of blue, a port wine stain tinting the skin around it and making the strangely familiar shade of blue somehow even more striking than normal.

He put the coffees on an empty cart in the hall and shrugged his bag off, setting it next to the drinks before kneeling down to help you, “It’s good to see you’re as awful to other people as you are to your own family, Touya, and by that, I mean at least you’re consistent. You could at least be more considerate of your own girlfriend, though.”

Your eyes darted between the two of them in confusion, “Do you two know each other?”

Touya rolled his eyes, “Quiet, sweetie. What are you even doing here, Shoto?”

“I work here,” Shoto replied, “I’m actually on my way to meet my new research partner.”

“Research partner?” Touya barked with a scoff, “Who would possibly want to work with you?”

Shoto oriented some of your notes and skimmed through them, “Your girlfriend, apparently.”

He rose to full height and extended a hand to help you up, “I’m Dr. Shoto Todoroki, the cancer immunologist you’re supposed to be partnering with for your CRISPR research.”

“Dr. (Y/N) (L/N). You are…a remarkably tall man. You have to be at least—”

“A little over 200cm, or 6’7.” He gave you a lighthearted smile, “If you need anything off the top shelf, don’t hesitate to ask me.”

You smiled and Touya’s eyes narrowed, “Always the overachiever, aren’t we?”

You looked back and forth between the two men as you slowly rose to your feet with your notes stacked as neatly as you could, taking the second stack from Shoto’s hand when realization suddenly hit you.

“Oh my god you’re brothers.”

“There it is, my little nerd.” Touya cooed condescendingly, “You’d think a geneticist would have caught the weird eye color faster.”

“That’s not how—” You stopped and took a deep breath, “Whatever. Todoroki is a common last name here and you never told me you had a brother, so I wouldn’t be looking for that, would I?”

Shoto snorted quietly as Touya’s face soured, “He takes after our dad and takes way too much pride in being the big baby sibling.”

“It isn’t pride, you’re just a malignant narcissist. Also, I’m taller than Enji.” Shoto turned back to you, “Truly, it is nice to meet you, though I wish it was under less…irritating circumstances.”

“Fine. Don’t have too much fun with my baby brother now, baby girl.”

“It’s Dr—”

“See you later, baby girl.” Touya sent a wink your way as he left. Once upon a time, it would have sent heat down your spine to pool in your belly, but now it just irritated you. You pinched the bridge of your nose with your empty hand, pushing back the tears of embarrassment when you felt a cool hand on your back.

“You okay?”

You looked over at Shoto and tried to force a smile and blink back the angry tears, “I’m fine!”

He shot you a look, “I apologize for my bluntness, but I grew up with that man. Try that lie on someone else.”

You sniffled, quickly wiping the tears that snuck out, “I’m sorry. I’m not normally like this, this is just…how I process embarrassment and Touya is just…such a fucking fuck.”

You clapped a hand over your mouth at your language, and he chuckled, “No, don’t be embarrassed! If we could control how we process embarrassment we would, and sometimes friendly language just isn’t enough for what you’re feeling. We usually go with ‘an entire fuck’ at family dinners, though, rolls off the tongue faster.”

You smiled, “Well now we both get to put a dollar in the swear jar outside our boss’ office.”

“Swear jar?”

“Yeah, uh,” you laughed a little and adjusted your tight curls to ensure neatness, “The boss? Shouta Aizawa? Well, he has a young daughter named Eri and she doesn’t like it when we swear in the hallways. We can swear in the labs or in the breakroom, but not in the halls where passerby can hear us.”

“And we just…go with it?” He asked, raising a scarlet brow in confusion.

You shrugged, “She isn’t wrong. We have far fewer professionalism complaints than other departments.”

“Fair enough. In that case, allow me to cover yours since my brother caused it. Oh! Uh…this is for you!”

He handed you a cup and you instinctively checked the label, “You got it down to the lactose free creamer. That’s…actually the sweetest thing anyone’s done for me in a long time. Thank you.”

You gave him a genuine smile, and his cheeks dusted pink for a split second, “I—I called your lab mate to see if she knew how you liked your coffee and she sent me your usual order. I think her name was Tsuyu Asui? I hope you don’t mind; I just didn’t want to make you sick on day one.”

“Thank you, Dr. Todoroki. If you want to come this way, this is the lab we’re going to be working out of. Oh, and call her Tsu. She hates being called by her full name.”

You gave Shoto a tour of the floor as well as several other places in the building such as the main offices and cafeteria. As you passed by Mr. Aizawa’s office on your way back to your office, he dropped two dollars in the jar with a wink that made your cheeks burn. He held the door open for you when he saw the rose gold placard on the door adorned with your name. Your office was full of rose gold accents; the name plate on your desk and the metal holdbacks securing gray curtains open behind your desk were made of the aforementioned metal. The carefully organized bookshelves lined with binders and thick books were minimalist, made of the shiny blushed metal and glass, as was the shelf of personal items hung on the wall beside your desk. A coffee table, also made of the same pinkish gold and glass, rested atop a neat white rug in front of a gray couch with a pink and white blanket draped over the back.

“It seems your favorite color is pink,” Shoto murmured, and you shook your head.

“Actually, it’s blue. Like turquoise or a tiffany blue. A beachy kind of blue.”

“Oh?” he looked around and noticed the pops of blue here and there; a vase or a cup dedicated to pens, a mug, a stapler, picture frames holding your accolades and family photos as well as art featuring women and femmes of color, paper clips and binder clips, but most distracting for Shoto was your fingernails, kept short and functional but lacquered in that same alluring blue, drumming against the keyboard as you logged in.

“May I ask why you made the choice to prioritize pink over your preferred blue?”

You smiled up at Shoto, “Spite.”

“Spite?”

“Spite. You see, too many men believed I couldn’t make it to this position where my research would be taken seriously. So many judged me for my skin tone, my hair texture, my femininity, and it became abundantly clear that they didn’t care about my skills and work. All they cared about was the surface level things and pushing me out. I had to work twice as hard for half as much and once I got here, I decided to make my space as in-your-face as possible without sacrificing professionalism.”

Shoto smiled, “You certainly succeeded, Dr. (L/N).”

“Please, call me (Y/N). Give me a moment to pull up the rest of the research to brief you better and if you have any additional questions, feel free to write them down or ask out loud!”

“I do have one more.” Shoto leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and one fist holding his chin up, “Why do you tolerate Touya refusing to use your title? You earned it.”

Your fingers stilled over the keys. Shoto sat upright, “You don’t have to—”

“He said he doesn’t have to because he got his first.” You weren’t sure why it came tumbling from your lips, but you kept going, “He said that once I achieve what he has, he’ll use my title.”

“That’s not how it works. You still earned your title.”

You blinked stupidly and cleared your throat, “I’ve found the files I need, Dr. Todoroki, and would appreciate a topic change.”

“Of course, as long as you call me Shoto.”

You smiled again, “Of course, Shoto, and thank you.”

He raised a brow, “For what?”

“For the validation. I can tell you’re going to be a massive asset to this research project for more than just the reasons I chose you resume.”

Next Chapter

[mynameisnotfiveweenies]

The Importance of Friendship (Shouto Todoroki x Platonic! Reader)

Y/N knew something was wrong, how could they not? Deciding to confront him, they weren't expecting his response. Sometimes it was best to just be there for your best friend.

After the festival, Shouto was sad. Even sadder then before. He was often lost in thought but never zoned out when I spoke to him, that was the first red flag.

I thought it was because of his second place but no, he's not one to be bitter over a lose. So what is it?

We have known eachother since we were born, we told eachother everything but not this. When I tried to talk to him, he told me not to worry and we carried on.

I was worried. I was so worried that I decided to go and visit him one day, demanding he tells what is wrong so I can offer him some kind of comfort, at least.

I dressed in warm clothes since it was mid October and put on my shoes while I thought through what I was going to say to Shouto.

"I'm going to see Shouto now mum!" I yelled up stairs as I placed my hand over the handle.

"Okay have fun!" She yelled back and I twisted the knob, one foot out of the door to exit the house.

Shoto was standing there, fist up ready to knock.

Slowly, he brought down his fist and looked down at his feet. He was dressed casually, as usual, with a blue scarf wrapped around his neck. My throat tightened up at his crestfallen expression.

"Hi Shouto! A-are you okay?" I asked feebly as he fiddled with his hands.

"Yeah, I, um, I'm going to visit my mother." He declared, gulping.

Shock ran through my veins as I took in the information. Of course he's thinking of his mother. It was the first time in years he's used to flames at the sports festival he's obviously going to be thinking of her and what happened. I felt stupid, how could I have been so clueless?

"Okay, that's good, Sho, I'm sure she'll want to see you!" I encouraged, grabbing onto his sleeve and smiling.

The tiniest of smiles broke over his face as he looked down to me. "I wanted to ask... Will you come with me? I don't think if I'll be able to do it without you beside me." His honesty was always something I admired and this was no exception.

Seeing his mother again? I was... what? five? The last time I saw her. My opinion of her is... complicated to say the least. She was lovely to me when I would came over to play and always offered me food and drinks but, seeing Shouto so sad when she hurt him, I don't know if I could ever forgive her for that.

No! I had to remind myself. This isn't about you, Y/N, you need to me there for him.

"Of course I'll come! I was heading out anyway, let's go!" I said, with as much enthusiasm I could muster.

He seemed to relax a tiny bit as I locked the door behind me and we began the walk into the city.

Shouto didn't speak, but I expected that. I was usually the one to fill the silence but being friends with Shouto for fifteen years made me an expert in it.

"I was on the train the other day," I began and Sho gave a small 'hmm?' to show he was listening. "And like five people congratulated me on the festival!"

We talked idly throughout the entire walk until we stood in front of the hospital building. We looked up at it for a while until I felt Shouto slip his hand into mine. I was on his left so his palm was warmer than my own.

I gripped his hand and looked up at him.

"I'm here for you, Sho, I'll be here every step of the way."

He smiled down at me with gratefulness and we walked into the hospital, hand in hand.