#and finish off those few little things I have planned for Kaminari’s birthday -

[saturnsorbits]

Torn between throwing up the last of these draft fics (I still have 8… 3 ficlets: 5 fics; so I’d have to stick one up like every week) before the one year anniversary of the blog so I can start with new, fresh stuff again; or just condemning them to draft Hell where they may never get posted?

[pinky-the-elephant-room]

Incandescent

ϟ AN: I struggled with this one cause I tried to finish it while I was sick, so be kind guys I would appreciate it. The brief mention of Bakugou is connect to: this fic. But you can skip it if you would like.

ϟ Warnings: Explicit smut with aged up Kaminari, mentions of spankings, and rough sex. Please read at your own discretion. Denki x Fem reader

ϟ Summary: He shouldn’t want his innocent and proper ex girlfriend. But sometimes it’s nice to revisit the past for some much needed debauchery.

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It’s been give or take four to five years. He hadn’t thought of her in that way in years. When they broke up, it was amicable. They understood the course of their relationship had hit a dead end. They wanted to date other people and see what life had to offer. The two of them had agreed on this. So why was it that he was unable to look away from Y/N tonight?

She looked gorgeous; Y/N had been a scrappy girl in U.A. Now she was a woman in every sense of the word. She had filled out her costume so well now it was hard not to notice. Kaminari saw the various appreciative looks she was gaining from the various onlookers.

Maybe it was the conversation he had with Sero a few weeks ago.

The two of them and Kirishima met up at a bar to relax. Even Bakugou joined them for an hour before he stomped to the home he shared with his girlfriend. Who knew the first to be in a stable relationship and remain in one for years would be the wild Bakugou? That same feral kid who would continuously threaten and scream “Die!” whenever it fit his fancy.

Anyway, Sero and Kaminari took it upon themselves to do a drinking game, and before Sero knew it, he was drunk. He never could hold his alcohol well.

It was in this state that Sero confessed something that shocked Kaminari to his core.

“L-listen. Doon’t bee madd-d. Me and Y/N had a thingsh for a month,” Sero hiccupped. “I’m shorry. I -hope you’re not mad.”

Even while intoxicated, Kaminari had the sense not to flip out. What was there to be mad about anyway? Y/N and he hadn’t dated in years and weren’t as close as they used to be. Kaminari still was cordial to her and whatever boyfriend she might have introduced to their 1-A group.

Sure, it was weird that Sero and Y/N were a thing. But it was more because it happened out of nowhere. They were polar opposites, people he thought didn’t even know each other’s first names.

“Here, drink some water. You’re wasted.”

Kaminari tried to calm an overly emotional Sero who was trying to smother him with affection. It was usually the other way around. At least, he wasn’t a needy drunk like the taped hero.

“But maaaan I gotta say. Y/N was hot! S-shhe was the best ssseex I had in years. It was too bad it ended,” Sero lamented before giggling at the word “sex”. Then he proceeded to chant it and burst into drunken laughter.

Kaminari spent the rest of the night getting sober before helping Kirishima take Sero back to his apartment. The two buddies then sorted it all out by acknowledging that the night never happened, and it wasn’t something to ever be spoken about again.

But he couldn’t help himself as he checked out Y/N indiscriminately. The sex Kaminari remembered was sweet and vanilla. Nothing to write home about. He had better sex with more experienced partners. But it was great for his first time. Which now, he couldn’t reconcile with the sex that Sero described. “The best sex I ever had” with Y/N of all people? Sweet and sugar Y/N? Now that was something Kaminiari had to check out for himself.

So, making up his mind, he strolled over casually to where Y/N was conversing with a fellow hero.

“Hey Y/N! Long time no see. You look amazing.”

Y/N excused herself and turned around to face him with a smile.

“Denki, I just saw you a few weeks ago at Jiro’s birthday party.”

He sheepishly chuckled. “Oh, right. But I mean it, you look great.”

A soft blush appeared on Y/N’s face before she tried to face away from him. Now that was interesting. Maybe it won’t be so hard to get in her good graces once again.

“A-arigato. Did you need something from me? You’re usually off with Grape Juice trying to score a date at NPHC.”

He casually swung an arm around her shoulder. “Now, why would I do that when there’s already the beautiful Y/N in front of me?”

She shrugged off his arm and pushed him away. “Seriously? You know I don’t like these types of jokes.”

“Heh, you liar. If I remember correctly, you used to love my jokes.”

Kaminari stepped closer to Y/N and curled his arm around her waist tightly.

“You used to love it when I whispered into your ear like this,” he muttered hotly against her skin.

She let out a girlish squeal before pushing him away from her person.

He just grinned when he saw the red hues spread over the apples of her cheeks and ears. Just as he was about to grab her again, Y/N scuttled away from him like he had just caught fire.

Well, it looks like she was still the same Y/N even if she was grown up in other ways. That was more reassuring than he thought possible. Which he felt a little confused by; why did he care if Y/N was still the same girl he dated back in U.A.?

The rest of the evening Kaminari took great pleasure in messing with Y/N whenever possible. When their eyes happened to meet, he sent a heart-stopping wink her way. He brought her champagne only to brush his hand against her ass accidentally. When other men tried to approach her, he managed to intercept them.

“She’s my date for tonight. Sorry guys,” Kaminari joked while he tugged Y/N away from everybody else.

Y/N tried to remove her hand from his hold, but he only tightened his grip. Kaminari maneuvered through the hallways before he pulled her inside an open door. They were isolated in a private bathroom above the National Pro Hero Convention.

“What is going on with you? Why are you flirting with me?”

He took his time locking and securing the door. A bit nervous about turning and answering Y/N’s questions. He didn’t know if she would reject him tonight. Flirting was harmless, but sex complicated relationships. So, he would tread lightly. Yet, there was a confidence in knowing that she already engaged in something with Sero without making it serious. Maybe tonight it wouldn’t end in rejection.

As he walked towards Y/N teeming with self-assuredness, an easy his younger self would have been regarded with jealousy. It was the type of boldness only acquired after years of experience. Funny how he would use that same experience to entice the first girl he ever dated.

Y/N gazed at him as if his eyes could give her the answers she wanted. A litany of emotions flashed across her face. Was she always this expressive?

“Denki- “he cut her off with a kiss.

Kaminari swallowed her whimpers and tangled his tongue along with hers. She tasted vaguely like the champagne he had handed her earlier. He clutched her hips tightly before clasping her bottom. He didn’t remember her ass being so thick. Whatever Y/N was doing, it was working out for her. Perhaps a bit too well. He hadn’t necessarily planned to fuck her ass, but the night was long, and he had full intentions of taking advantage of it.

He separated from her mouth only to go back one and twice more. As if he was afraid to remove himself from her enticing taste.

“Y/N, I need you like. Right. Fucking. Now,” Kaminari gasped out while placing wet kisses along her slender neck.

The gasps evolved into a groan when he felt her tentatively touch his clothed cock. Her touch only served to stir his groin, and he placed his hand over hers to rub more firmly.

There was only so much he could take. He never did have any patience and was tired of being unable to get Y/N underneath him like he wanted.  Kaminari cornered Y/N against the wall and pressed his body adjacent to her soft curves.

“Tell me what you want, baby. Yes or no.”

Y/N hesitated as her ample chest quivered, and her eyes glowed with untamed desire.

“If you really want me, then yes,” she whispered before pulling him down to kiss her.

“You know what to do.” As soon as those words left his mouth, he guided her legs around his waist to which she tightly wrapped. Y/N didn’t need any more encouragement as she closed her eyes and concentrated. In a puff of black smoke that quickly dispersed, the duo disappeared. When Kaminari looked up from licking the salt from her wet skin, he realized that the two were in a darkened room looking over Tokyo city lights.

It would appear the familiar bedroom sparked something for Y/N because her body relaxed, and she redirected his distracted face back to her mouth. She let out a low moan and ran her blunt nails through his blond hair.

Kaminari’s breath hitched, and he could feel his body responding to her. Sero didn’t lie, nor did he exaggerate. She had changed and in the most unexpected way. It was always him who would initiative their kisses and dictate their pace. Y/N, in her inexperience, was too shy to voice her needs, so he did his best with what he had. He didn’t mind it at the time because it was fun learning what worked and didn’t work. Now the way her grip was tightening in his hair, he couldn’t help but surrender to her whims instead.

As her tongue was keeping his mouth occupied, he could absentmindedly feel her take off his signature black and white jacket. That fueled the blood rushing through his veins and managed to engorge the hardened flesh pressed against Y/N’s hips. He always did love it when women removed his clothes for him. He loved it even more when they got frisky in the process, like how she flicked his sensitive nub with her tongue when she managed to get his shirt off as well.

Somehow Y/N’s clothes joined his on the floor, and Kaminari ended up on her bed.

“Come on, Y/N. Show me what you got me,” he said with leisure, resting his hands behind his head.

He kept still and tried not to make a sound as their centers connected. It took a while for Y/N to get it together as his cock kept slipping through her wet center. His eyes were tightly closed as his member entered her, and her warm embrace surrounded him.

Kaminari opened his eyes again to see an exquisite sight of a naked Y/N on top of him. He honestly didn’t think that this was something that would ever happen between the two of them. But life was unique like that; you never know when you would feel the itch to fuck your single ex-girlfriend.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to make a smart comment, she started moving. He should have known better to challenge Y/N, though. She might have been shy, but she was notoriously competitive and a sore loser. So, he shouldn’t have been that surprised when Y/N started riding him like a champion.

Many people had commented that he was a certified dumbass. He always disputed the absurd claims because no matter what people thought of him, there was always someone dumber like Mina. But he never felt as foolish as in that moment when Kaminari realized he spelled out his doom when he mouthed off to Y/N. The intensity in her eyes didn’t dissipate despite the rigorous rocking of her body. She was moving like an exotic dancer with the control of her movement and her slams' precision. It was no doubt in his mind that she had practiced until she mastered this particular lesson. Now he couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by his own choices.

He could feel the telltale signs as his skin heated up and the tingles at the base of his spine. And the more telling signal of his balls getting heavy and tight.

He gritted his teeth and sunk his fingers into her hips.

“Y/N, fuck!” he hissed to her face. Y/N responded with defiance in her eyes alongside vigorous slams of her hips.  

He couldn’t lose to her, not right now. Not ever. Especially if he wanted back in her bed in the near future.

That thought temporarily distracted him. Kaminari didn’t realize he was already contemplating a round two. His attention quickly snapped back to Y/N when her inner walls clenched around his cock with a vengeance. He groaned and bit down on his lip to distract himself. It did nothing to deter his pleasure. He knew like the first he had touched himself as a randy young boy that the height of his gratification wasn’t too far behind. But too bad for Y/N that he was no longer an inexperienced teen and knew exactly how to turn this into his favor.

Kaminari flipped her onto her back, and he relished the shocked look upon her face. Just as he was about to reenter her wet center, she cried out.

“Wait, not like this. On my hands and knees,” Y/N urged Kaminari by pushing back against him. Too shocked to argue with her, he let Y/N shove him a couple of inches and watched as she turned around and exposing her ass to his face. Unable to help himself, he clutched her bottom tightly before landing a firm smack onto her skin. Her body jolted, and she swayed a bit but didn’t say anything more.

He let out a chuckle. “Anything you want, babe.”

Kaminari gripped her hips tightly before crushing her smaller body with his. He plowed into her with an exuberance he never knew he was capable of. Instead of concealing her screams as most would, Y/N let pleasure known almost shamelessly. She was so uninhibited at that moment he almost proud that he was the reason that she was screaming herself hoarse.

It was due to all the noise that he didn’t hear what she muttered next.

“Wha-“he panted as he tried to get ahold of himself. “What was that?”

“Pull my hair, Denki,” her sore voice commanded.

There wasn’t any heat nor any threat in her words, but he felt compelled to fulfill her every command. Almost as if the sheer exhaustion hypnotized him that her voice conveyed. Almost as if they had been fucking nonstop for hours rather than it being their first round. He grabbed a fist full of her soft hair and tugged, following the motions of their bodies.

Y/N voiced her approval, and the next words she wailed almost made him lose his mind and spill prematurely into her.

“Harder! I said harder!”

Kaminari fucked her so vigorously that he vaguely thought he would break Y/N’s bed, and she was going to kill him in the morning. As Y/N's orgasm finally pushed her over the edge, her body shook and trembled, all the while receiving his still steady thrusts. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he let himself go as the orgasm literally shook him to his core. He rarely lost control of his quirk anymore, but the temporary loss of his senses gave himself and Y/N underneath him a mild shock.

He let out a deep groan and felt his body twitch from his own quirk. Kaminari quickly moved Y/N on her back and checked over her quickly to make sure she wasn’t hurt. Her face pinkened, and her chest heaved almost enticingly, but overall looked unharmed.

The two of them stayed on her bed, breathing heavily and looking up at the ceiling of Y/N’s apartment.

“So, you got any plans next week?”

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 279: Here Comes the Airplane

Previously on BnHA: Gigantomachia gathered up the rest of the League and headed off to go help Tomura. Also he is now 80 feet tall. The heroes were all, “whoa this guy is really big, we should probably stop him and maybe even devote an entire chapter or two just to that,” and so they sent three whole people after him, which sadly is pretty much the exact sort of strategy I’ve come to expect from them by this point. Anyway so Mt. Lady tried to hold Machia off but kept getting flung aside, and Kamui Woods tried to catch him but was set on fire by Dabi who is just having way too good of a time setting all of the flammable heroes on fire today, and Midnight tried to put him to sleep but Compress threw a bunch of debris at her and so she fell like 80 feet. The chapter ended with Midnight being all “fuck this” and calling Momo, who ordered the rest of the child soldier squad into action as Machia approached. I’m not really sure what they’re gonna do, but I honestly don’t really care, because it’s Momo, and so, YES.

Today on BnHA: U.A.’s first-year hero students, who apparently had nine hours to prepare their battleground instead of the fifteen seconds we had all assumed, launch a complex multi-staged assault which is actually really fucking impressive because these kids are actually awesome. First they pin Machia down in one of Honenuki’s mud pits, and then they take turns making impassioned attempts to take out the other League members chilling out on Machia’s back. Unfortunately none of these attempts work because of Dabi, who’s working overtime while the rest of the League sits around shooting down each other’s escape plans. Basically a lot of stuff gets set on fire, and then the chapter ends with Mt. Lady pinning Machia to the ground while MINA, YES, MINA, charges at him covered in acid like some sort of video game boss that you need some kind of specific item to defeat. DID YOU KNOW YESTERDAY WAS MINA’S BIRTHDAY YOU GUYS. Anyway so this chapter is basically pandemonium from start to finish, and it’s great. It is a RUMPUS, y'all. A STRAIGHT UP HULLABALOO.

IS IT MOMO LOVIN’ HOURS I THINK IT IS, YOU GUYS. ARE YOU EXCITED. I AM EXCITED

but first, the color page we were promised, in celebration of Six Whole Years Of This Bullshit!!

oh god oh god so much to love so little time

some of the rowdier characters are making MULTIPLE APPEARANCES IN THIS SHITSHOW, including Kaminari who appears to be in a record-setting THREE of these! who exactly was taking all of these pictures, and why are they so obsessed with him. also how many of these are going to be used as evidence in the latest Kami Traitor Theory posts and is it too early for me to get mad about it

“WE INVITED ENDEAVOR AND HAWKS TO OUR ‘BEING FANCY ON THE COLOR PAGE’ PARTY, EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE NOT U.A. STUDENTS OR FACULTY. WE JUST FELT LIKE IT.” listen that is fine, y’all don’t have to explain yourselves to me

Mirko however is not here, I assume because if she was, Horikoshi would have forgotten to draw all the rest of the characters again. she’s too powerful

Midnight is so sexy I don’t even ksdfnkl

ALL MIGHT LOOKING HAPPY GIVES ME THE STRENGTH I NEED TO MAKE IT THROUGH THE REST OF THIS WEEK. YOUR SMILE IS THE MVP

Cementoss’s face is the runner-up MVP and one of the greatest things I’ve seen in my life

half the people here seem to be attempting to flirt with whoever is taking the pictures. I am starting to suspect that the culprit is Momo. change my mind

for some reason I am really shocked to see Endeavor getting his drink on. and he’s literally the only one, too

Bakugou’s half-assed I SAID NO PAPARAZZI skills are no match for Tamaki’s legendary “I WILL LITERALLY DIE IF YOU CAPTURE ME ON FILM” abilities

I literally didn’t notice Deku until like three quarters of the page in. he sure does blend right in there

Tokoyami is approximately 97.3% done and ticking EVER CLOSER to full 100% doneness, and when that happens even I can’t tell you what is going to go down

do I even need to mention how sexy Aizawa’s hair is. apparently I do

SERIOUSLY THOUGH CEMENTOSS’S FACE

anyway, so that was nice! NOW ON TO THE MOMOLOVIN’

and we begin with FIRST YEAR CLASS B HONENUKI “MUDMAN” JUZOU just LAYIN’ SOME TRAPS IN THE WOODS, as one does

oh my freaking god Tokage

somehow her quirk didn’t freak me out quite this much the last time we saw her. she is really something. has she always had shark teeth

also WHERE IS MONOMA’S GROUP. I immediately want to know!! is he with the Shouto group? or is there yet ANOTHER student group we don’t know about? what would they even be doing

or did Horikoshi actually get three quarters of the way through writing this arc and then suddenly slap his forehead as he realized that if Monoma just casually copied Machia’s powers he would either DIE IMMEDIATELY or else become SUPER STRONG and also grow 80 feet tall and this would suddenly be a very different battle with the scales tipping decidedly in the heroes’ favor. and so he had to quickly write him out of the battle in this very half-assed way

anyway, so while I ponder that, Tokage is peeking the top of her head out over the trees and staring at Machia who is, you guessed it, still heading right their way! just like he’s been doing pretty much this entire time

and now there’s a whole page of reaction panels you guys. this is why Horikoshi tries to avoid these massive Endgame-style battles with every single hero known to man participating. hopefully we won’t have too many of these. like I mean thank you for the roll call and all but I’d like to get to the action now

Mineta of all people is stealing this entire page with that expression though. he is not fucking around. this is twice in as many chapters that he’s been a page-stealing face-making champ. dare I hope this could be the start of a new niche for him? lord knows it would be so much better than the old niche

also this page is just sweatdrops galore. these kids are so nervous. MANGA GODS PLEASE KEEP THEM SAFE, although I’m honestly not too worried about them compared to the adults. I’m sure I should be, but I just am not

all right so now Momo is explaining what those little canisters are!

okay but someone please explain to me how it is that they had time to stop and lay all of these traps?? not just Honenuki’s, but Mineta’s and what looks like some of Shiozaki’s work as well?? did Machia just STOP MOVING for like five whole minutes all of a sudden for no reason at all? while they were all sitting out here saying things like “with that speed...”? ????? ????????

also lol wtf. “we’re gonna have to make him eat it.” I still have no idea what their plan is, but it’s getting more entertaining by the minute I’ll say that much

okay so Momo says that if they can get him to swallow just one of these, then that should be enough to put him to sleep. oh my god this chapter is going to be AMAZING isn’t it

meanwhile Mineta is worrying about Midnight. I swear to god if they turn this into something where he’s only worried because she’s hot, I will take one of these canisters and shove it right up his...

okay good, Mina’s reassuring him that it’s gonna be okay, and then we’re just cutting to Machia stampeding in with Mt. Lady and Kamui still clinging to him

WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE GUYS EVEN DOING

“we’ll just stand here adjacent to him and just kind of watch as he rushes straight at the children.” someone help me, I’m having difficulty finding a synonym for “useless” that carries the full amount of emphasis I want to place on it right now. this requires a degree of language the human race is not yet capable of

OH SNAP

THEY GOT HIM YEAHHHHH

OH DANG, FOR REAL THOUGH!!

ngl, for a brief spiteful moment I was disappointed he hadn’t actually fallen on them :/

and they’re still JUST STANDING THERE, I CAN'T EVEN?? we’re getting to the point where I honestly think actual civilians might have been of more use in this situation

YESSSSS

TIME TO FIND OUT HOW MANY TENTH GRADERS GIGANTOMACHIA CAN TAKE IN A FIGHT

also, sorry to keep harping on this, but the juxtaposition of that earlier panel with all of the fully grown and experienced pros just standing in dumb awe, immediately followed by this panel of BRAVE BUT DETERMINED CHILDREN CHARGING IN AND YELLING “GO GO GO”, is just... it really is something. shit. if I was the HPSC and this was what I had to work with, I too might have seriously considered fudging a few age requirements in hopes of finding someone who could actually get the fucking job done

also what the hell is going on down there with Shishida and Satou and that third person? what are those Blackwhip-looking things?? I’m confused

ohhhhh no

Shiozaki is about to be sent flying through the air courtesy of her own hair vines omg

OH NO WAIT THE THREE TOUGH GUYS ARE STOPPING HIM. AHHH THE LAST ONE WAS KENDOU AHHHH

I still can’t figure out what the hell those are though lol. did Momo make some steel cables?? I feel like Machia would be able to break just about any kind of rope or chain they could concoct just by sheer brute strength alone

ah fuck

DON’T YOU GUYS GO RUINING THIS FOR ME!! THEY’VE GOT A GOOD THING GOING HERE, LET THEM HAVE THEIR FUN!!

although I do appreciate how they’re all “U.A.!!” in kind of this “oh shit, these guys we actually have to worry about” sort of tone lol

this look on Toga’s face is a bit concerning! well but Deku and Ochako aren’t here though, so I wonder who she’s gonna fight if it comes to that. huh

(ETA: seriously, does anyone have any idea what Toga is planning cuz I sure don’t.)

Shouji and Ojiro, who I might remind you are normal people with no enhanced physical abilities aside from extra appendages, appear to have somehow circled all the way around to Machia’s back and are now climbing up oh shit

oh and Aoyama’s there too! -- is Shouji carrying him omg

he’s using him as a human ray gun omggg. this is the most delightful thing I’ve ever witnessed

NOW SOMETHING IS BEING SHOT AT THE LEAGUE AND DABI’S STARING AT IT ALL “>:(” AND I’M PRETTY SURE THIS THING, WHATEVER IT IS, IS ABOUT TO BE SET ON FIRE, LET’S SEE

lds;afksjdl;fkj WERE THOSE JIROU’S EARJACKS??!!

okay you know what fuck you Dabi. you think it’s funny to set a little girl’s ears on fire?! don’t expect any sympathy from me when Aoyama lasers you in the face

WELL I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING BUT THEY’RE SHOOTING WHAT LOOK LIKE A BUNCH OF LITTLE TAMBOURINES AT HIM NOW

I ASSUME THEY ARE NOT ACTUALLY TAMBOURINES, BUT I REALLY DON’T KNOW, IT’S NOT LIKE THEY HANDED OUT THE RULE BOOK TO THIS THING AHEAD OF TIME

[HUGE EXAGGERATED GASPING SOUNDS]

oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my

OH MY GOD AND YANAGI THREW THEM WITH HER POLTERGEIST QUIRK!??

I DON’T KNOW WHAT THIS “ACK?!!” IS AND IT’S REALLY BUMMING ME OUT, BECAUSE THIS CAME WITHIN INCHES OF BEING THE COOLEST FUCKING COMBINATION I’VE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!?!?

(ETA: it would have laid them all flat in seconds. Kaminari is to be feared you guys.)

NO!!!!!

it is sincerely frustrating to me watching the League carelessly toss aside all of their painstakingly accumulated goodwill from the MVA arc in the span of just a few short pages. hey Compress, you think it’s cool to hurl a bunch of rocks at my six-and-a-half-year-old son?? I hope someone rips that cool robot arm off and uses it to punch you in the dick

here comes Sero!! and how are you going to die, Sero

what in the

did he just... sneeze them all into space

okay but hear me out, what if Shouda absorbed that impact. SHOUDA YOUR TIME HAS FINALLY COME. CLASS 1-B’S ASCENT TO GLORY

(ETA: watch this space!! Shouda is here for a reason mark my words.)

meanwhile on Machia’s back, Dabi is soliloquying about Machia’s quirk while his arm is doing... something

please forgive me for not being able to drum up any sympathy for poor Dabi’s arms right about now. quit trying to set all my kids on fire

wait whaaaaat lol

so I scrolled back up to the previous page, and... that was fire?? lord help me why am I still so terrible at being able to tell when Horikoshi is drawing fire as opposed to just air randomly whooshing through trees. I have really got to memorize that foossh sound effect

so can Gigantomachia just BREATHE FIRE now?? or was ALL OF THAT Dabi??? if it was the latter then at least he had the decency to wait until all of the kids got blown out of range before setting the whole forest aflame to keep them back. I’ll admit it, that was thoughtful of him as far as villain power moves go

OHO BUT YOU CAN’T COUNT MOMO OUT JUST LIKE THAT!!

AND NOW EVERYTHING AROUND THEM IS EXPLODING AHHHHHH DID YOU GUYS SET LANDMINES, BAKUGOU WOULD BE SO PROUD

once again I have to ask myself exactly how much prep time they had here. Horikoshi would have you think it was mere seconds, but that clearly cannot be the case?? maybe they set some of these up beforehand to catch any stray villains trying to flee the area?

lmao Spinner’s all “wait why doesn’t he just dig his way out”, because apparently Machia can tunnel himself under the ground. but Compress is all “um because we would die” and Spinner is all “oh right”

though I gotta say, it’s not like they’re that much better off as things are now, either. pinned down in the woods surrounded by fire and explosives. definitely a conundrum

oh snap Compress has realized that their presence is holding Machia back. don’t tell me Machia is gonna head off on his own and leave the rest of the League to square off with the kids

YOOOOOO HOLY SHIT THE HEROES ACTUALLY DID SOMETHING

there you go, League! free cannon fodder to get you all pumped and confident again!

DKFJLSDKJ

PLEASE LET THIS BE THE ACTUAL TRANSLATION OH MY GOD. THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE LINE IN ANYTHING AHHHH

“I’m leaving it to you, U.A.’s youngsters!” yeah, you and everyone else. ah well, can’t deny they get the job done

OH MMKJKYYYY GODDDDDDJJK

MINA COATED HERSELF IN ACID AND IS RUNNING AT GIGANTOMACHIA AND IS SHE ALSO ON FIRE??!?! SHE’S JUST RUNNING AT HIM LIKE A BIG OL’ FIERY BLOB???! QUEEN MINA???!! FIRE IS NOT HER WEAKNESS???! MINA??!! IS AIRPLANE?!??!!?!? MINAAAAAAA

holy fucking shit this whole arc is just one big Arc Of Ladies Getting To Do Stuff and I am 1000% living for it. THIS ARC IS MY FAMILY. I WOULD DIE FOR IT AND LEAVE EVERYTHING TO IT IN MY WILL. ahhhhhhhhhh

[aestheticseungmean]

Can you do a idol au for ATEEZ jongho where him and hongjoong have the opportunity to work with a western artist (their main language is English but are learning Korean) and them and jongho hit it off and become friends, until one of them forms a crush 💞 (gender neutral reader please)

I Like You Very Much-Choi Jongho

As an upcoming yet very popular artist, when you suggested to collaborate with Ateez, KQ jumped at the opportunity. It just so happens that the maknae harbours feelings for you.

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: minor cussing

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You were an up and coming artist, sparking interest all over the world with your music. Radio stations and TV shows clamoured to get you into their shows and those who were able to get you, shot up in rating. You talked about all your interests, plans for the future, and the inevitable dating scene. Interviewers often chuckled when you say you are single and not ready to mingle, agreeing with you even though they were all married. The one question that you get asked the most is: “Who would you like to collaborate with on an upcoming album?” The answer is always the same, Ateez. You appreciated the few interviewers who knew the group, but more often than not, you found yourself explaining who they were.

On the other hand, Ateez, despite debuting in 2018, were finding their way into other countries, capturing attention alongside you. They typically get all the same questions from the same interviewers with the same reactions. In one interview, the radio announcer had asked how Ateez felt about you wanting to collab. To which they cheered and wished the same. Apparently, most listened to your music daily, while stretching, working out, lounging around, or even just to create a dance to. An insane amount of pride went bursting through your chest as you listened to them praise you. Ateez, especially, Hongjoong and Jongho, talked excitedly about you, your music, your aesthetic, and overall how you were their favourite English artist.

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Your one year debut anniversary was coming up and you were planning a safe world tour featuring your first songs, as well as the most popular ones. After talking with your company, your plan was to hit a bunch of places, including: America, Canada, Australia, the UK, France, China, Germany, Japan, Brazil, and South Korea to name a few. Many fans sent videos of them showing their support for you. In the same time, Ateez also had a Korean tour as well, performing in some of the same places as you. Just the thought alone exited you. With your trusty manager, Sadie, your language tutor, Mina, and your best friend/personal hype-man, Jake, you were set to go.

Mina sat upon your bed, watching as you frantically pack clothes to practice and sleep in. “You know we have clothes we have to give you? Being famous means you have an image to maintain.” “An expensive one,” you rolled your eyes, knowing that the outfits designed for you were no less than a thousand dollars. “Alright, let’s brush up on your Korean. Sadie said you had the most interviews there so let’s not make a fool of ourselves.” Mina started listing off random words, leaving you to translate them. Between deciphering Korean and remembering what to pack, your brain fried worse than Kaminari after he overused his quirk. Of course you weren’t walking around with a dumb expression but on the inside you were.

Sometimes, you wondered why you released your song on YouTube and why you signed on the dotted line, but so far you’ve managed. Sure there have been haters, but the amount of support outweighs the haters. Besides, when you feel like quitting, you remember all the amazing artists who have encouraged you to pursue your dreams, and your career. With the likes of Lizzo, Ariana Grande, Meghan Thee Stallion, Lewis Capaldi, Billie Eilish, BTS, and Cardi B all supporting your music, you had no reason to listen to the haters. You only need to focus on a good world tour anyways.

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The tour finally made its way into Seoul. With an unfathomable amount of want for the tickets, your company decided to hold four shows, plus the ungodly amount of interviews. This week was sure to be a tiring week, and you might sleep 24 hours straight when you get home, but it’s worth it to see the fans cheering you as you sang your songs.

The first night, you performed your songs and interacted with the fans in your broken korean. The second night was the same, save for a few idols who came to your show. You were surprised to see a few members of NCT and BTS up in the stands, dancing and wearing your merch. The third night was the night your company decided to surprise you with a last-minute duet of your song “Weeping Willow” with Jimin. You two sailed smoothly through it despite the lack of knowledge of whether your voices would harmonize or collide in a train-wreck.

And last, but not least, the fourth night is where you went all out for your final concert. There were colourful explosions of confetti, pyrotechnics, backup dancers, a live band, etc. You were confused as to why the dancers were there, let alone wearing masks during your performance, but the show must go on, right? Through the night, different dancers came up and spun you around on the stage, baffling you at your skill of dancing while singing. Finally, the final chord of your last song ended allowing you to attempt to talk to the fans in your limited language.

“Thank you guys for coming out to see the show!” The crowd erupted in cheers making you smile. “This country has been very kind to me and I can’t wait to come back. I’ll be here for a few more days so make sure to keep an eye out for me on the streets!” You smiled, hoping you could meet a few fans in your last few days, maybe get some pictures with them. “This has been an amazing concert, although, I do have to say, the dancers surprised me,” you admitted, rubbing the fabric covering your legs nervously. All of a sudden, the crowd went crazy, chanting “turn around” at you. So you did.

Immediately, you dropped to your knees, hiding your face. Standing in front of you in the dancers’ outfits, holding masks, were the one and only, Ateez. You had been performing with them for the past few hours without realizing. “Your manager called us, asking if we’d come surprise you for your birthday. We couldn’t resist. I hope you don’t mind.”You recognized the voice as Hongjoong’s. Of course Sadie would do this. She knew how much you loved Ateez, but she went all out this time. You looked up, your eyes watering from crying tears of embarrassment, joy, and anger. A few boys rushed to make sure you were okay as soon as they spotted the tears. On the screen at the back of the stage, you caught a glimpse of your hunched figure, crying. “This is so amazing,” you managed to stutter out.

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After the show, you headed to the back with the boys to find the two managers talking with each other in hushed words. When they noticed you, they stopped their conversation and turned towards you. “So?” Sadie asked, waiting for your reaction. “I hate you…But I absolutely love you, Sadie.” “I thought so. Now, all of you, go get changed, we are going out to eat, company’s treat,” She said, holding up a card which you recognized as the company credit card. In an instant, you were rushing to your dressing room to change, stomach growling loudly.

The van waiting outside for you, was giant. Maybe a twelve seater. All eleven of you piled in, the managers sitting in the front seats while you and the boys filed into the other seats. “Would you mind doing a V-Live with us?” Seonghwa asked, pulling out a phone. “No, but I don’t know what to do.” “Just be you,” he replied, laughing. Throughout the whole ride, you were sandwiched in between San and Wooyoung who wouldn’t stop making you laugh while Seonghwa flirted to the camera. The others talked or closed their eyes for a little rest before you got to the restaurant. Not once did you feel out of place as well.

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It’s been a few months since you met Ateez on your world tour. You kept in touch through texting since San slipped his number into your phone without you noticing. Not that you were complaining anyways. When you mentioned you were working on a new album but struggling, some of the boys offered to call you, to talk of course, not figure out what the next song will be so they can get a headstart on learning it. Eventually, you took them up on that offer and Hongjoong called. You two talked for what seemed like an eternity, talking about concepts and themes.

The call seemed to help you majorly. You ended up finishing two songs and wrote the meanings behind them, a habit you had because you sucked at explaining things. Hongjoong, on the other hand, got some beats done for a few of Ateez’s future songs. You were still on the phone with him when you realized that you were writing the songs to the few beats you heard. “SHIT!” “When did you learn to cuss in Korean?” Your wooden pencil was slammed down on the desk, breaking. “That’s not the problem. The problem is, I’ve been writing my songs to your beats. I mean I know they can be for another beat but the producers are going to ask me how I want to sing it. I’ll just end up singing it to your beats,” You whined.

Hongjoong laughed. “Let’s hear it then.” “Hear what?” You heard shuffling on the phone before a few mouse clicks. “Let’s hear you sing along to the beats,” he said, hitting play on the computer, starting the music. You sighed and sang along with your lyrics, surprised at how well the music coincided. “You know what? I think I’ll send these beats to you. They sound better with your lyrics anyway,” Hongjoong complimented, hitting send. “You don’t have to,” You protested only to be met with the notification that Hongjoong had sent it to you anyways. “Too late. Can you imagine if we collabed on a song, or an album?”

“That would be amazing, but I know I wouldn’t be able to keep up with your dance skills. Even your least skilled dancer is freaking amazing. Oh wait...You don’t have one because who the hell is the least skilled dancer in Ateez?” you complained, yet complimented at the same time. “Please, you could keep up. You are a ball of energy.” “A ball of energy with two left feet, Joong.” You shut your notebook and put it away, cleaning up your desk. “I don’t believe you.” “You don’t have to, just know it’s true. Anyways, it’s 3am here. I need to go to bed.” He shifted in his seat and frowned. “Okay. I’ll talk to you later. Sweet dreams!” “Night, Joong,” you said before hanging up the phone and throwing yourself on your bed, falling into a deep sleep.

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The producers absolutely loved your songs with Hongjoong’s beats. So much so that the company immediately wanted a collaboration. For the next few weeks, before the release of your newest album, the executives buckled down on getting that ‘magic’ song that would take the world by storm. It wasn’t long before the people at KQ agreed, knowing that the collaboration between Ateez and you would bring media and attention to the latter. And soon, you found yourself on a plane, in business class (because first class was too empty and economy was too crowded) to Seoul.

A few people were eager to see you, but most went to sleep as it was five in the morning. Thankfully, you were granted a window seat so you could look out at the view. Most of the time though, you found yourself entranced in the movies they offered on flight, catching up on the new Tom and Jerry movie. And before you knew it, you found yourself landing in Seoul. Your manager, who enjoyed first class, got off the plane and waited for you. Many fans waited with Ateez signs as you walked by, confused.

On the other side of the crowd, Ateez waited patiently to surprise you with their presence. They begged and begged the company to go get you instead of sending one of their scary bodyguards to. Finally, they gave in, allowing the boys to go get you. Word got out though and that meant they had to keep undercover. Or at least try to, which was not Wooyoung’s strong suit. At one point, Hongjoong threatened Wooyoung to get him to shut up. It worked up until Wooyoung saw you, making your way out of the crowd. He and the others ran up to you, suffocating you in a hug. “Let’s get to the van before the crowd doesn’t let us leave,” Hongjoong commanded.

They rushed you to the van, ushering you in before clamouring in themselves. This time around, you were in between Yunho and Jongho. You greeted them politely, your korean better this time around due to talking with the boys constantly. “So, you’ll be staying at a hotel not far from us. We’ll be sure to always have someone to come get you,” Seonghwa said, relaying the information he had been given. “The whole someone coming to get me is extra.” “Nonsense,” Wooyoung exclaimed. “It’s rude to have a guest and not guarantee their safety. Besides some of our families would have our heads if they found out we weren’t doing the utmost for you,” he added playfully.

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The next day, you dressed in comfortable clothing, not caring about your fashion. The agenda for the day was to write a song with Hongjoong and Jongho. When you first found out you were only collabing with those two, you felt a little sad, but when Sadie told you it was a trial collab, to see how well it would do, it didn’t make it any better, in fact, you felt worse. You protested and argued for the whole group, but all the bosses said was, “If this goes well, you can have an entire album with them.” Sure, the excitement for an entire album with Ateez would be amazing, but what if it didn’t go well?

You thought about that the entire time it took you to get to the KQ building. Only then, it was Jongho who brought you out of your head. “Hey, ________! The studio is this way. It’s my first time watching Hongjoong hyung make the beats,” He said, smiling brightly. You couldn’t help but smile back. “Mkay, Jongho. Lead the way,” You mumbled, following the maknae to a secluded room. Inside, Hongjoong was already set up at the computer, messing with some beats.

You took in the room around you. The lights were dimmed, probably to help hongjoong focus. A sleek desk with a soundboard was pushed up against a wall with glass, allowing you to look into the other room. A few of the spinny chairs were worn down, a sign of heavy usage. In the other room, you could see a typical setup for a sound booth. A microphone stood in the middle, headphones hanging off of it. The sound-proof padding looked fairly new with a few different instruments lining the walls. It reminded you of home. Of the studio you usually work in.

Hongjoong greeted you as soon as he caught a glimpse of movement. “Hey guys! I was checking some different beats and tunes for the song.” “You’re good. Shall we get started?” You asked, pulling out your beat up notebook. “That thing has seen better days,” Jongho joked, looking at the binding peeling off. You giggled and nodded. “I’ve had it for many years. I need a new one, but I haven’t gotten around to it. Besides, this has all my songs. Even the unsung ones.” “So that’s your most prized possession then?”

“I guess you could say that,” you hummed. “But it’s not like I’m playing keep away with it. I don’t care if you guys read it because I trust you. It’s randomly leaving it in public and never seeing it again that I’m worried about.” “Understandable. My flash drive is always with me,” Hongjoong said, pointing to the drive that was sticking out from the computer. “ You smiled softly at Hongjoong and grabbed your pencil. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

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The next few days were tedious with the finishing of the song, the practicing of pronunciation for both parties, and making the beat. You found yourself growing closer to the two boys, even helping write a few of their future songs. In response, they taught you how to make beats and successfully break an apple, although that only happened once and you still haven’t been able to do it again. There was a different aura around them when you hung out. Hongjoong felt more calm and brotherly even, whilst Jongho had a more timid feeling. Like he was hiding something. You pushed it off, thinking it was him being a bit skeptical of you still.

When you finally thought all the hard work was done, Hongjoong dropped a choreography on you. The thing you dreaded the most. Thankfully, the duo were willing to take things step by step slowly with you, guiding you through the most miniscule things. A couple of the days, Hongjoong couldn’t make it, leaving you to practice with Jongho, who became more stand-offish.

Until you had enough of the ridiculous behaviour because it had come out of nowhere. “Are you okay, Jongho? Is there something I’m doing wrong?” You asked, taking a drink. “No, you’re dancing fine.” “I meant generally? You seemed fine in the beginning and now you look like you think I’m poisonous. Do you not like me?” Jongho looked taken aback, mouth opening and closing like a fish gaping for water as he tried to figure out the words he wanted to say. “It’s not that,” He managed. “Then what is it? I don’t want to feel like I have to walk on glass around you.” “Let’s just get this choreo learned okay?” You huffed and got back to practicing, angry that he ignored your question.

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“Okay, one more time,” the producer demanded, signalling you to start your verse over again. You did as he asked and cheered when he praised you. “Jongho, you’re up.” “You got this, Jongho,” you tried to encourage him. He gave you a nervous half-hearted smile and headed to do his part. He sang beautifully, even more than when you three were practicing by yourselves. You couldn’t help the cold chills that ran up your arms giving you goosebumps. “Woah,” you breathed out, in wonder.

You went to praise Jongho again, exclaiming how he was so amazing. An embarrassed smile graced his features making your heart swell. “So cute!” “Quiet, everyone,” the producer said, preparing for Hongjoong’s rap. You turned your attention towards the leader, preparing yourself for his rapping. Jongho took this chance to excuse himself from the room. As usual, Hongjoong owned his rap and you almost felt bad for Jongho missing it, but then you remembered that he could easily hear it again later.

It was a quick session after Hongjoong finished. Just a few harmonies here and there and you were done for the day. All of the boys wanted to go out for food to celebrate. Yeosang offered to go to the chicken place on the other side of town and Mingi agreed. Once again, you found yourself sitting by Jongho, except this time, you were sitting in the pair of seats in the second row, allowing it to be just you two. He pulled out a package and handed it to you, blushing. “I got you this.” You smiled and took the carefully wrapped package.

“Can I open this now or do I have to wait?” “Um, you can now,” Jongho said, his ears turning red. You opened the wrapping carefully to find a new journal. “Oh my god, Jongho!” You opened the cover to look at the pages to find a cute little note waiting. Jongho had written the words ‘I like you very much’ in english, with cute little doodles surrounding it. “Wait? Like-” “Like a crush,” he stuttered. “Well, I like you too Jongho,” you admitted, gaining a few wolf whistles from the surrounding boys that were watching the exchange.

[sero-sphere]

Early Morning Tea PT 1

 soo...i saw this picture on twitter and couldnt help to think Katsuki fucking Bakugou...so now we’re here. 

well maybe not here, maybe we’re all on momos crazy expensive yacht with your classmates trying to figure out what bakugous really packing?

this is only pt 1 so word count is right around 1,600

(Baku x f reader) Warnings: seeing the pee-pee go ‘da-doing doing doing’ ... swearing cause its Bakubro...idk i never know what to put here. this parts pretty chill. ( happy birthday baku bb ) 

It was 6am, a little early for you, but you had woken up and couldn’t go back to bed. You had plans that you definitely didn’t want to over sleep for, so you made your way downstairs for a cup of tea. That was bound to wake you up. You exited the elevator and made your way to the kitchen, still groggy as ever. Sleep still laced heavily on your face, eyes barely even registering the figure in front of you. His voice broke you out of your early morning trance.

"Oi, What are you doing up?"

It was Bakugou, you could tell that much, his figure still blurry as you brought your hands up to rub at your eyes. As the fuzziness started to fade away, you were able to clearly see him....all of him. Your eyes immediately started to focus on the rather large bulge protruding from his grey sweatpants.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" He glared at you, then followed your eyes. He adjusted himself, which didn’t work out that well, because he just managed to grab your attention even more. There was no way you were actually seeing, what you were seeing.

"I'm sorry, I just woke up, I couldn't fucking see you... Why the hell would you come downstairs like that?!" you asked and pointed to his problem he was still trying to fix.

“I could ask you the same thing, dumbass."

 You looked down at what you were wearing, a small grey tank top, and the shortest pair of sleep shorts you owned. Your hardened nipples clearly evident through the shirt. You crossed your arms over your chest for some modesty

"I need tea, I'm so tired." You managed to grumble out, despite your embarassment.

"Here I just made some, I'll go grab another cup." He handed you the mug he had in his hand and turned back towards the stove. An unusually strange move for the class grump.

"You're pretty nice in the morning, maybe I should start getting up a little bit earlier... I bet it’s because Kaminari hasn’t gotten a chance to annoy you yet."

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And you did just that, you're not going to lie, after that day you were left wondering if your sleep eyes had played tricks on you, or if his dick was really that big. You tried catching glimpses every chance you could. Bakugou was one step ahead of you though.  He caught you checking him out, and made it a point to angle his body during workouts, and training sessions, so you purposely couldn't see anything. Not that he really didn’t want you looking, he just wanted to tease you. See how far you'd get before you'd crack.

Early morning tea turned into a daily routine. You stumbling down to the kitchen, to Bakugou already setting down some cups, one for you, and one for him. His temper really did seem better in the mornings. You decided you’d put that to the test.

"Hey, I know you don’t like to hang with everyone and shit, but the girls are all planning a little weekend thing… I heard Kirishima say he was going to go. You should come too…"

"Why the fuck would I do that?"  You glanced over to Bakugou who was scowling at you. Not bad so far, his stares became less intimidating the more time you spent with him. You were able to tell when he really meant them or not.

You thought to yourself “so I can fucking see what's hiding in your pants THATS why” but there’s no way you could come right out and say that to him. A little white lie wouldn’t hurt anyone right?

"Because you’re the only one not doing anything this weekend, and you'd be bored here all by yourself…" You took another sip of tea to occupy your mouth before it had the chance to say what you were really thinking.

"Tch. I'll think about it."

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“Oi shitty hair. What is this thing this weekend? “ Bakugou shouted as he burst into Kirishimas dorm room, interrupting his game of smash. Kirishima wasn’t even fazed at this point.

“Oh haha, what…. Who told you bro? Sorry I didn’t ask, just figured you'd say no. Are you coming?”

“What is it?”

“Oh well uhm, everyone’s sort of hanging out on Momos yacht...”

“She has a fucking yacht…..”

“Yeah dude! Come! It's going to be awesome. Just thought you wouldn’t want to be trapped in the middle of the ocean with everyone...” 

Kirishima was right, Bakugou really didn’t want to be stuck out on the ocean with all those idiots. So clearly that's the exact reason why you wanted him to come. Perfect opportunity to check him out, while he’s distracted by everyone’s shenanigans, and by everyone that meant Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, Jiro, Ochako, Momo, and obviously you. There was no shitty Deku ( he happened to be busy, along with Todoroki )  so at least he wouldn’t have to deal with them, if he ended up agreeing.

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It seems that agreeing might have been a bit of a mistake on Bakugous part. Momos yacht only had 5 bedrooms, two of which contained two twin sized beds, two of the other rooms had a full, (with an en-suite living room area that contained a couch) , and the last was a master bedroom, that had a deck to lead outside. Momo insisted everything be fair and had everyone do a few games of rock-paper-scissors to decide who would get each room. Kirishima and Kaminari were to share one of the rooms with the double beds, while Momo and Jiro were sharing the other. Ochako, and Sero ended up getting the singles, and you were the lucky winner, claiming the master all to yourself. None of you really thought Bakugou would actually agree to coming, so you didn’t include him in any of this.

 The room situation was long forgotten by the time the weekend rolled around, and none of you realized until you heard the explosive yelling that started not long after boarding.

“Oi! I'm not sleeping on the fucking couch this weekend! Do I look like some fucking extra to you?”

“Dude, I got the room fair and square...I get the bed. Why don’t you just ask Kaminari to switch with you and bunk up with Kirishima?” Sero replied calmly as he laid back with his hands behind his head, in the bed, that he indeed won.

“Have you heard how loud that fucker snores! I’m not doing that…. I’m not sharing with dunce face either, so you can forget it!”

“Dude you could always kick Y/N out of the master, and make her shack up with Uraraka.”

Bakugou just stood there silent…

“I mean unless you wanna shack up with Y/N instead…” Before Sero even had a chance to rethink that last sentence, his smug grin was being blasted off his face.  

Bakugou was faced with the reality that those two suggestions were actually his only valid options.  Well, it was either that, or the couch, and there was no way in hell Bakugou would sleep on the couch like some fucking extra.

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 On the other end of the yacht, everything was going great for you at least. Despite all the yelling going on in the distance, you used your time to settle in and admire how lucky you really were. So far the weather forecast looked perfect, and all the food you’ve been served so far was amazing. You couldn't believe that Momo was this loaded. How you ended up with the extra master was truly a gift.

You were all given an itinerary, times and places to meet. Everything planned by Momo of course. You had exactly 1 hour to finish getting settled, and ready before dinner was set. You were just about to do your makeup, and change, when the bedroom door was just about thrown off it’s hinges.

"Oi, get your shit, and get the fuck out." Bakugou shouted and he threw his bags into the room and flopped down on the bed.

"Uhm, what….No your sharing with one of the boys...what are you doing….."

"I'm not sleeping on a couch." He shifted so his arms relaxed behind his head. How fucking cute. At least it would have been if he wasn’t trying to hi-jack your room.

"What the fuck Bakugou, I got this room fair and square! I’m not leaving!"

“Tough princess…either take the couch in round cheeks room, or go sleep with Sero for all I care.” He was hoping you wouldn’t do either, but he had an ego to protect.

“I'm not doing either Bakugou, this is my room fair and square! I didn’t ask you to come so you could ruin my time.” You plopped yourself on the bed beside him and gave him a death glare. You were willing to fight....if it came to that. You grabbed a pillow and smothered his face with it. You heard the faint sound of his quirk activating from underneath you, but you wouldn’t let up.

 “You fucker! Get the fuck off!”

“No this is my bed! All my shits already unpacked!” Bakugou managed to flip you around so he was caging you in. He grabbed the pillow from your hands, and threw it to the floor. He leaned in close and whispered…

“You can always share with me…Princess…”

You heard a noise off to your right looked up to see Sero, standing there, looking at the two of you laughing.  “Wow, fuck, when I told you to share with Y/N I was only joking….didn’t think this would happen so quickly…”

Bakugou abruptly shoved you off the bed, and onto the floor.

“Shut it tape face, before I fucking kill you.”

[bnhavibes]

hhihihi!!! i saw your requests were open and i was wondering if you could do a Midoriya one where the two of them are like,,, perfect for each other. they both ramble a lot and are anxious often and have a lot of similar habits and mannerisms. only difference is Midoriya is pining super hard for them, and they’re pretty oblivious to it no matter how hard he tries to make them realize he has a thing for them. everyone else can tell BUT them. is this too specific? maybe. sorry lol! 💕💖

If there’s anything more envigorating than training with your classmates, it’s socializing with your classmates! You, Class 1-A, some kids from 1-B, and a handful of some support class students all planned a hangout in the common room for Game Night.

Of course, the Bakusquad teams up with Bakugou, Kirishima, Ashido, and Kaminari on one team and the 1-B kids on the otherside; Kendo, Shinsou, Monoma and uh oh—

“My, my, it seems one of our classmates would rather study than participate in this silly game night!” Monoma chorted obnoxiously. “I always knew our class was much more responsible and—”

“SHUT YOUR DAMN TRAP YOU BIT—” Bakugou exploded, but his shrapnel was covered by Kirishima’s hands over the angry hedgehog’s mouth; Arms wrapped around and over his shoulders to keep Bakugou in place, Kirishima laughs a bit awkwardly.

“What out buddy Bakubro over here means you bit-ter bring your A-games! Heh,” He says, squeezing a struggling Katsuki while he growled and kicked around. “We might wipe the floor with ya.”

“What about Midoriya? Where did he go?” Yao-momo asked, hope hanging on her tongue.

It was obvious (only to you) that the beautiful girl had a crush on your crush. And it made you even more discouraged, knowing that such a socialable and outgoing girl would win Deku’s heart before you could even try!

You knew where he was though, you saw him sneak away with a huge flush on his face after talking to Yao-momo. You had texted him wondering where he was going and he said he had to study for his internship. The thought of the two chatting made your nervous tick activate, your leg bouncing rapidly on your seat’s footrest. You couldn’t help but blush a look down at your hands, thinking that people would notice.

You thought, and second guessed, about the outfit you chose for tonight; a pair of black soffe shorts(the comfortable kind that dancers exercise in), a very baggy and black low v-neck top with over-the-shoulder short sleeves made of polyester. Of course you had a pair of black ruffles ankle socks, but you didn’t bother with slippers since the floors were always clean.

You bring out your journal, writing and doodling on the countertop. while you sat on a barstool, the game systems were set up and snacks were being heated/cooked in the oven and prepped onto the countertop. A good amount of time passed when they finally got it all done.

Your distracting thoughts ease your shaking a little, but it fires back up when you hear somebody respond to Momo;

“Oh! I forgot to say, Yao-momo, maybe ask (Y/Nn)-chan, you know how those two are, hehehe.” the ‘Alien Queen’ retorted as the festivities had already begun.

Pink coated the tips of your ears, dusting across your cheekbones when Momo’s eyes meet yours as you look over in their direction. A warm smile stretches across her face, earning a gulp from you. The lump in your throat disappears as she approaches you, and places a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, (Y/N), you and Midoriya-kun are friends. I noticed he was acting funny earlier, but he wouldn’t tell me what was the matter and left. Would you min—”

You didn’t let her finish as a “I’ll go grab him!” sped out of your mouth, collecting your phone and journal as you raced to the elevators. Relieved to be out of the big crowd, you let out a deep exhale as the elevators ascends. Deku wouldn’t tell Momo what was wrong, so it was up to you as his best friend to figure it out.

You clentched your phone and journal in your hands, shaking a bit with every step towards his room. Soft japanese lofi hiphop playing from behind his door, making your anxiety skyrocket.

“Here we goooo—” You raise your hand to knock, “—OOH GOD. Oh goddddgod god!! I have to talk to Deku, and what if hes alone?! What if he doesn’t wanna see me? Did I make him upset?? Hmm, well he always feels better when bringing up All Might. Maybe I could go grab some movies and come back or..” You rambled on and on, talking to nobody but an empty hallway. In your daze, the door began to creep open.

You started taking notes, marking pros vs cons of talking to Deku right now. Mumbling something or other when a small squeak distracts you.

“U-Uh-uuHuh, he-hey there, (y/n)!!! Eh, wha—why aren’t you enjoying game night? Did somethi-

“DEKU! Oh— Hi, well you, aheh! uHmM What! No, I— I, I wanted to— oh geez, your room smells so good! Are you making cookies or something?” You blush profusely, biting your lip to stop your damn tongue from speaking.

His own blush flares up, backing up a bit and opening an arm to welcome you in as he looks harshly away from you, frozen in a flinch and sweat beginning to build on his forehead. He was in a pair of black joggers, a plain white v-neck on his torso and the bracelet you got him for his 18th birthday.

“I was just warming up some cookie dough, I, I know you’re not supposed to eat it uncooked but— It tastes g-good so.” He strays off, touching every other thing and making sure it was perfectly placed; a common occurance in his room.

A giggle escapes your lips, breaking a few layers of the awkwardness, and bringing a brighter hue of pink on his cheeks as you made yourself comfortable on his bed. It wasn’t noticed by you, but you were distracted by a gut feeling that you couldn’t ignore.

“D-Deku?” You squeak, nerves choking you up.

He looked over at you from his place on the floor, he was on his knees looking for a book in his bedside table’s drawers. “Ye-Yeah?”

“Do you actually have something to study, or is there something w-wrong? Yo-You can tell me— I wouldn’t tell a soul, I, I swear on it.” You say with a brave smile, clutching your journal to your body as you sat with your knees on the mattress

“Did Yaoyoroza put you up to this? I— I already told her it’s n-not worth worry-ING! UUHhhhHhh (Y/N)!! Y-Your, uhh— I!” He slaps a hand over his eyes and runs himself to his closet, blindly grabbing what seems to be a pair of sweats and holding them out at you with a shaking hand.

“W-What’s this?” You ask, eyes widening when you look down at your legs to see what made him react like that. A tear along the back side of your shorts had begun to spread from; The tight material usually form-fits itself around your “thicker” thighs and buttocks, but you must have caught them on your stool when sliding down and off it. (You’re short, so just stepping off high barstools will never happen).

“Th-Thank you!” You squeal, snatching the material out of his hands and slipping them on, and to your surprise— they fit! Even around your wider hips, tho your waist wasnt much smaller than his, the hem hanging a bit low, exposing about an inch of your lower torso(upper pelvis/low tummy and hipbone area).

“Is it okay now?” Midoriya asked. He looked so cute with his hand over his eyes, the prominent blush now being observed and imprinted in your mind.

You couldn’t help but reach out to touch his face, wanting to trace your fingers across every freckle that sprinkled across his person. Though, before you could reach his skin, he peeked through the cracks of his fingers; The heat becoming unbearable, and now your own body felt hot.

“(Y/N)...” He spoke softly, as if he was realizing something, removing his hand slowly. You were frozen in front of him; both visibly trembling, both staring into the eyes of your crush, both anxiously determining the next step.

You gulped harshly as he took in your appearance, subconsciously licking his lips as his eyes met the harsh grip your teeth had on your bottom lip, stepping forward and —without warning— he swept a strand of hair out of your face, both hands cupping underneath your jawline, and pulled your bodies together by gently tugging you forward and planting a slightly wet, deep kiss on your lips.

Your initial reaction was to freak out, but for some reason his warm hands kept you from falling apart. With your knees buckling, you grab the collar of his shirt, and almost fall into him— But his right hand steadied you, his calloused fingers pressing into your barely exposed lower back a bit, your bodies now insepedable as he continues to kiss you slowly but so deeply you thought he had some type of soul-sucking Quirk that happens when he kisses people.

After what felt like a life time, though it must have been 2 minutes, his lips leave yours. The absence of his mouth leaves you with a pout, but when your eyes flutter open you find he has a sweetest look in his eyes as he worriedly furrows his brows.

“S-Sorry, was that o-okay?” He asked, neither of you moving an inch.

“Does that mean yo-you like me?”

He chuckles, making your heart flutter. “I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you, (Y/N).”

HNNNNGGF I HOPE U LIKEd THIS I KNOW IT WASNT EVERYTHING U ASKED FOR BUT AKAOXOISOSD

[clearcorona]

birthday wishes // bakugou katsuki x gender neutral!reader

This is for @bakugou-tm ! I hope you like it. I know you said I didn't have to do it, but I did it anyway since I absolutely love your work. I wasn't quite sure what to do, so I hope this is alright! Sorry for it being a bit late and kinda short! I also feel like it's kinda fast paced, I dunno.

You hated to admit that you had a crush on him. Of course, no one had a clue about your feelings towards the ash blonde, but even admitting it to yourself had you clenching your fists. How could you possibly fall for someone so loud, so rude, so incredibly handsome? You clenched your jaw, trying to keep your thoughts in check as you watched the sparring match between said boy and Todoroki.

He had incredibly fast reflexes, something you had always wished to have. Your quirk wasn't exactly good in combat, meaning you had to work close range. Let's just say that you had your ass handed you quite a few times because of it.

Sight Seer, the ability to see the movements of up to three people ten minutes into the future, but only if you touch them. It was a blessing and a curse. Yeah, you really didn't want to see what your classmates did behind closed doors.

The fight raged on, the quirks of the two most popular boys in your grade nearly destroying the entirety of the training area. You hated how attractive it was to see him fight, to see him move, but you knew he would probably never feel the same way in return.

"Alright, enough," Aizawa called out from the sidelines, using his capture weapon to wrangle up the two boys before they really ended up killing each other.

"I sure as hell won that fight, Half and Half Bastard," Bakugou hissed and you gritted your teeth as a drop off sweat slid down his jawline. God, why was he just so perfect?

"I barely even got started," came Todoroki's reply.

"That's enough for today. You're free for the rest of the day. I need a nap," sighed your teacher, walking away from the group. The rest of your classmates filed out of the room and your stood up to follow them.

"Oi, you!" a gruff voice called out and you turned towards the ash blonde, raising an eyebrow. Your outside demeanor was calm and collected, but you were freaking out on the inside.

"What do you want?" You placed a hand on your hip, staring into his crimson eyes. They're gorgeous, you thought to yourself before mentally cursing yourself. Focus, (Y/N!)

"Why the fuck were you staring? It's fucking annoying," he muttered and you raised an eyebrow. You hadn't even known he was watching you to even realize you were staring.

"Well, I'm sorry. Is it a crime to observe my classmates? Sorry that I'm trying to beat your ass some day." He smirked and shook his head.

"There's no way in hell that's happening."

"I guess that I'll just keep trying until I actually succeed, then."

~

It had been weeks since you had actually told Bakugou you were planning on kicking his ass and, so far, you had no such luck. The to of you agreed to meet after school to spar with each other, but you were always the one at his mercy.

He held nothing back, and you were grateful for it. There was no way you could ever be a good hero if not one fought you at their full strength. Of course, that meant you were always left sore afterwards, but you were slowly making progress.

"You seem distracted, Bakugou," you commented, throwing a kick to his side and actually landing it. You managed to land almost double the amount of hits as you usually did. He practically growled as he stumbled back, but you barely gave him enough time to breathe before you kicked his legs out from underneath him. He fell to the ground and you smirked, getting on top of him to straddle him. "Looks like I win."

Bakugou glared in response, but made no attempt to push you off of him. You stared down at him, catching your breath. Your heart fluttered in your chest and before you knew it, you cupped his cheeks in your hands, pulling him up to press your lips up against him.

Once you realized what exactly what you were doing, you pulled back, panicking. Bakugou looked stunned, staring up at you like you had seven heads.

"I'm so sorry!" You quickly stood up and nearly tripped over him as you grabbed your things and bolted up out of the room. You couldn't believe just how stupid you were. Why would you just let your feelings take over like that?

Bakugou sat up, still too stunned to form words. He reached up and touched his lips, staring at the doors to the training room that you had just ran out from.

"Fuck...," he muttered, running his fingers through his spiky hair.

~

"Hey, (Y/N)! Isn't it your birthday tomorrow?" Uraraka asked as she walked over to your desk after class a few weeks after your incident with Bakugou.

"Yeah, but it isn't really that big of a deal," you replied, letting out a soft laugh.

"Of course it is! We should throw a party!" Mina squealed and you sighed, knowing that there was no stopping her.

"A party? Should I have my mother's personal baker bake a cake?" Yaoyorozu spoke up.

"Must be nice to be rich," Uraraka muttered and you smiled.

"I'll make a playlist. You can't have a party without music," Jirou added and you sighed, knowing that there was no stopping them from planning this now.

From the other side of the classroom, Bakugou overheard the conversation between you and the girls, deciding that he'd make it up to you then.

~

The next day came around and as you looked around to check all of the decorations the girls had set out, you noticed a certain someone wasn't around. Why are you even surprised? Why would he want to be here after you kissed him?

A sigh left your lips and you hugged yourself, frowning.

"Happy birthday, (Y/N)!" Mina smiled as she slung her arm around your shoulder. The other girls soon walked over, repeating the same phrase. "Hey, is everything alright?"

"Yeah, everything's great. Thank you for all of this," you replied, managing a smile.

"It was no problem, really," Uraraka assured.

"Yeah! Plus, it was really fun planning a birthday party!" Hagakure said.

"Come on, birthday girl!" you heard Kaminari call out and you laughed, deciding you would just let your worries go for a little while and have fun. You definitely needed it.

~

Class 1-A partied well into the night and you were grateful for all of the little gifts each one of them had gotten you. They really didn't have to take the time to go out and get you a gift so last minute, but they did.

"Alright, I'm exhausted. I'm heading to bed," you said with a yawn, once you had finished helping everyone clean up the common area. Your classmates bid you a goodnight and you waved, heading back to your dorm.

The last sight you expected to greet you was a certain blonde boy sitting in front of your door.

"Bakugou? What are you doing?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

"I was waiting for you, idiot," he replied as he stood up. His usual glare seemed a lot less menacing now for some reason.

"Waiting for me? Why? How long?"

"Not long," he muttered, not wanting to admit that he was sitting there for almost two hours. "I got you something." Your eyes widened a bit in shock. After what had happened between you two, you had expected him to stay far away from you.

"You didn't have to get me anything."

"And seem like an asshole that was the only one who didn't get you something? I wouldn't hear the end of it from them...," he rolled his eyes and you smiled, knowing exactly who he meant. "Anyway, here." He pulled out a slim velvet box from his pocket and handed it to you. You opened it up and a beautiful silver necklace was nestled inside that had your birthstone.

"Bakugou, it's beautiful...," you said in awe, missing the way his cheeks took on a shade of pink. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me." He took the necklace from you gently and unhooked it, moving to stand behind you in order to put it on you. You pulled your (h/c) locks over your shoulder, smiling as Bakugou clipped the necklace together. "You know, you didn't give me enough time to kiss you back that day."

"I'm sorry?" you asked, wondering if you heard him wrong.

"If you had let me know or at least given it a bit more time, I would've kissed you back, dumb ass," he replied and you smiled to yourself, turning around to face him with a blush on your cheeks. Your heart fluttered in your chest, having a hard time believing those words came out of his mouth.

"Okay, um... Can I kiss you?" He smirked and leaned down, cradling the back of your head as he leaned in to press his lips against yours. For a guy who was always so rough with everything he did, the kiss was gentle and sweet. You smiled once you finally pulled away from him. "Best birthday ever."

"Is it? Want me to make it even better?" He asked and you rolled your eyes playfully.

"Let me go to bed, I'm exhausted."

"Fine, but we're going to my room."

"Fine, but only if you carry me there."

"Why the hell would I want to carry you?"

"Because it's my birthday." You pouted and he groaned, easily sweeping you off your feet.

It truly was the best birthday ever.

[stellar-imagines]

It’s Your Birthday/Bakugou Katsuki

Art can be seen here

Summary

「You had been planning this celebration for days and you want to make sure that it will be a day for him to remember. As the 20th of April closes in, you found yourself panicking because you don’t have anything to give to the explodo boy.」

"Not right now Katsuki! Uh.....I'm a little bit busy! So I'll see you later, okay?" you smiled softly, clapping your hands together giving him a small bow before rushing towards where Midoriya was waiting for you which was just outside the classroom. The ash blonde couldn't even say anything because you had run off before he could. Bakugou was left there, staring at you as left the class, talking with someone he couldn't see from where he was standing. He didn't know what was wrong with you but you had been avoiding him all day.

"Oh? Abandoned by your best friend huh? Poor, poor Bakugou." Kirishima teased after watching you bolt out of the door like there was no tomorrow. Kaminari came up from the side, followed by Sero who had just finished packing his bag.

"How sad, Bakugou. It's okay, you can finally come with us to the arcade for once! You're always hanging out with [First Name]-chan to even hang out with us." the blonde said enthusiastically.

The mentioned male clicked his tongue. As much he denied the fact that he hated going out with you after school, he actually enjoyed when you would randomly walk around town and snack on food before going back to the dorms. You had been the first to befriend him in UA, having known you from Middle School. Bakugou didn't really know you back then but when you both were placed in the same class, you would always approach him and try to befriend him. He didn't remember exactly why he decided to give in and acknowledge you as his friend. It kind of just happened. He didn't want to say it out loud but he enjoyed your company a lot. Even though he had other people that he was familiar with ― like Kirishima, he still preferred to go to places with you.

Sure he hung out with the boys from time to time but most of the time, he was with you. Whether it was just short trips to the convenience store or the arcade after school or even just chilling in the dorms, playing some games―he liked spending time with you. It didn't matter what you wanted to do, Bakugou was always going along with it even though he complained a lot about it.

"That's because Bakugou likes [First Name]." Sero said nonchalantly.

"I don't fucking like her! Don't make stupid assumptions if you don't have a any bloody proof!" Bakugou snapped angrily at the black haired male who merely smiled and raised his hands in defense.

The male could only grumble angrily as Kirishima slung an arm over his shoulders, telling him to calm down a little. The four boys then walked together out of the classroom and stopped at the lockers to grab their shoes. You had been Bakugou's very first friend, the most persistent one in the class when it came to making friends. He had eventually gave in and decided to go along with your whims. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he actually enjoyed the time he spent with you. Be it training together, eating out or just walking around, he liked it all. It was usually the two of you after school sparring or doing some other shit. Bakugou actually can't remember when was the last time he hung out with the Bakusquad without you.

He took one last glance at you, watching as you headed the other direction, holding your bag tightly in your grasp. Once you disappeared from his sight, he sighed. Maybe you were busy with your own things so Bakugou decided to leave you be.

You peeked around the corner to see that Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero had successfully dragged the ash blonde away and their plan to take him somewhere so you can buy a gift for Bakugou. Even though you had planned this surprise party for him a few days before, you still didn't have a gift to present to him. You had been thinking a lot about what to give him but nothing comes in mind. Even though you had been his friend for quite a while but you have no idea what kind of things he liked. Once the coast was clear, you turned to the side.

"Phew. If Katsuki knew I had plans with you, I'd probably get murdered....." you mumbled, wiping the sweat of your forehead. The male beside you chuckled nervously, looking afraid at the mention of his classmate.

"Kacchan will murder me first though....." Midoriya replied sheepishly.

"But, I think you're overthinking about things to much.....I'm sure Kacchan will be fine with what you get him, he's usually not that picky." the male mumbled.

"Katsuki is a special person to me. He's helped me with homework, training and a lot of stuff! So it's natural that I want to get him something that will be useful! I know that he might think it's childish to be so worked up over this but it's the day he was born, how you not want to make it special?" you questioned as the two of you walked down the shopping district.

"I guess you're right." the viridian haired male smiled meekly.

"Anyways! Now that you're here with me, I need you to help me with my shopping spree!" you grabbed his wrist and pulled him into your first store of the day. The first out of tens, probably.

Even after dragging Midoriya here and there, you ended up with nothing. But he kept on reassuring you that you shouldn’t think too much and that you could give something that doesn’t have to be so extravagant. After digging into your box of valuable items, you decided that it was best to use one of them for Bakugou.

"Let's go, Katsuki! We have tons to do today!" you pulled him out of the dorm despite his loud protests.

"Fucking hell brat! What's got you so hyped up today? And where the fuck are you taking me?" Bakugou questioned once you successfully dragged him out of the dorms.

You had volunteered yourself to drag the birthday boy away from the dorms so that everyone could finish preparing. None of you went overboard like unnecessary decorating the place with streamers and balloons like it was some sort of kid's birthday. Sato prepared cake for the occasion and as for food, everyone agreed on ordering some takeout. There wasn't much to do and all you needed was to distract Bakugou from his own surprise party. You had been planning this for a while even though you weren't sure if he would even want it.

It was somehow obvious that Bakugou didn't seem like the person who would want a party to celebrate his birthday. He could be one of those who just treats it like another day. But you refused to let him think that his birthday was just like any other day. And since you were one of Bakugou's closest friends, you were given the role to distract him until everyone finished setting up the party. As soon as you managed to drag him into the train station and got into the train, Bakugou decided that it was time for questioning. It was a mystery to him that he allowed you to take him this far.

"So where on earth are we going?" he asked you, leaning against the walls of the train with you standing in front of him, holding onto the handrails. You froze for a moment, trying your best to push away all your thoughts aside to remember your initial objective.

"Shopping! We're gonna go shopping!" you announced with a bright smile.

"Did you just decide that on the very last minute and decided to drag me out of all people to come along with you on some stupid shopping spree?" Bakugou barked back as you stepped out of the train and onto the platform.

"You were the first person I had in mind and my feet just brought me to your room. So you can't blame me for that! I have tons of clothes I want to try out, it's a new season after all." you hummed to yourself, walking through the crowd of people. The male took a moment, sighing to himself and wondering why he even decided to tag along. He raised his head and weaved through the sea of people, making sure that you didn't get lost.

He didn't seem to mind that much when you began to pull him into the department stores to try out some clothes, you even picked up a few clothes for him to try on. Although he looked annoyed every single time you threw clothes at him, he couldn't help but like your choice of clothing. Bakugou made a mental note to buy them next time he goes out for some shopping. It wasn't until you received a phone call from Kirishima that you realized how long you've been out for. The preparations for Bakugou's surprise party was already long done and all you had to do was bring him back. While Bakugou was busy with eyeing some random knick knacks displayed in the store, you told Kirishima that you were heading back before hanging up.

"What?" Bakugou rose a brow when you skipped over towards him."

"Kirishima-kun wanted help with something so I guess it's time for us to go back!" you lied with a bright smile on your face. The male shrugged and began to head back to the train station.

The moment you reached the dorms, you made sure that you were standing behind him as they were going to toss some confetti into the air. Bakugou opened the doors to see that the place was completely dark. The sudden bright light made him wince and the loud noises around him made his head ring.

"Surprise!"

"Happy birthday!"

Bakugou was, needlessly to say, rather surprised. You could see that he was annoyed by the confetti that they had thrown on him and the loud noises from the party poppers. It was funny since his quirk made noises like that and you assumed that he'd be used to it. Everyone was all over the place, some of them crowded Bakugou while the rest stayed back to avoid his incoming explosive remark. Being by his side, you were able to easily hear the noises he made. Much to your surprise, he merely grumbled and shook off the confetti from his head. He looked up to glare his classmate, though it didn't seem like his usual malicious glare at all.

"I hate you all so much."

"Aw, we love you." you teased lightly, nudging his arm as he got the confetti off his hair and his clothes. 

Despite his words, you knew that he was happy that people remembered it was his birthday. There was cake, horribly loud singing, eating and everything you could expect from your average birthday party. Last but not least, came the time to give presents.

"I didn't ask for this shit." he exhaled.

"That's why they're called presents which is you know a synonym of gift. Basically, it's something given willingly to someone without payment! So accept it!" you announced as everyone handed him neatly wrapped boxes.

Some of them decided to buy one gift and share the price and some decided to buy their own gifts. The party ended shortly after the cleanup and by that time it was already night and time for everyone to head back to their own rooms.

"Wait, Katsuki!" you called out before he could step into his room.

"It's your present," you mumbled. Bakugou blinked in surprise. Earlier he had assumed you probably bought a present with the girls, splitting the price. You gestured towards the envelope in your hands, holding it out towards him. He wasn't sure what to make out of it because he couldn't tell what was in it. Bakugou glanced from you and to the envelope you were holding out. He took it from your hands and took a moment to examine it. Then he slowly opened it, realizing that you hadn't even look inside. Within the fancy envelope were two tickets.

"Ta-da! I won them in a lottery a long time ago and it expires in a few months. I want you to have it. Everyone had given you such useful gifts and its a little embarrassing to give you something that I just happened to win......" you trailed off, looking a little embarrassed.

"They were really hard to obtain so please bring someone important to you together and have some fun. Since it's almost Golden Week, this is the perfect chance to use them." you gave him a small smile. Bakugou looked a little surprised. You had planned this out very well. Golden Week was by the end of April until early May. Judging by the tickets, it was obvious that it should be expensive but you had managed to win it in the lottery. That was like one in a million chance, something you will never forget and you had decided to give him something so valuable.

"Why are you giving me this?"

"You don't like it?"

He remained silent, eyeing the two tickets. Bakugou hadn't expected something so extravagant from you. Then again, he would be fine with whatever you gave him. But to see you giving away one of your most valuable possession made his heart race.

"[First Name]."

"Yes?" you mumbled nervously.

"Thank you.....for this and.....the party." he said in a low tone, avoiding your gaze so you couldn't see his red cheeks.

"Ah, you're welcome! It's not a big deal." you waved your hand.

"I still think that it's not a really good present.....do you want something else from me? I'll get it for you!" you said, looking more determined than ever. Bakugou thought about it for one moment. It was like you were waving a 'I'll do anything for you once.' ticket in his face and urging him to use it. Tempting but he wanted to make sure that he will use this opportunity wisely and don't end up regretting it. Suddenly, a great idea crossed his mind.

"This." he gestured to the two tickets he was holding.

"You're coming with me." he smirked.

The look on your face was priceless as if you were the one taken by surprise. Your cheeks were tainted red as you stumble with your words, unsure of what you were supposed to say. Bakugou found himself chuckling at the sight of your flustered form struggling to find the words to say to him. He had to admit that this might one of his best birthdays.

Total: 2453 words Published: 20.04.2019

Hah HAH! We are back with a one shot and straying away from our requests, we apologize;; Happy birthday to our explodo-boy, Bakugou Katsuki!💖  A pretty random one shot, hope y’all enjoyed it! ― author Lou

It’s 20th of April, maybe a little late or whatever? It all depends on your timezone too though. We’ve both started college again so we’ll be very, very busy! Happy birthday Bakugou Katsuki! ― author Natsuki

Please do not mind the grammar mistakes and typos.

Tagging @promotionbnha who seems to be looking for Bakugou birthday fics!

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

starry-eyed surprise

A continuation of ‘falling for you like a meteor shower’! For the sentence starter: “You made me a pie!” (also on ao3!)

Kirishima was right about the meteor shower. Bakugo had never known that space dust could be so beautiful.

The dark night sky, black as ink and dotted with starry pinpricks, was streaked with ephemeral light from the meteors. They danced across the sky, bright and breathtaking and befitting of the misnomer of shooting stars.

Bakugo had never had any interest in stargazing before, viewing it as he did many things as a waste of time. Something that wouldn't help him achieve his goals and therefore irrelevant and stupid.

But he was starting to understand it now. If only because of Kirishima's reactions.

With his head on Kirishima's shoulder, Bakugo could hear each and every small sigh and gasp the redhead made while watching the sky. Kirishima was clearly entranced, pointing out every meteor with childlike glee.

Bakugo briefly wondered if Kirishima had done this with his mother. If they had sat up on their roof or laid out in the backyard and stargazed together, if that was when his mother had told him that she knew he would be a hero because of the constellation he had been born under.

But Bakugo didn't linger long on those thoughts considering another drifted to the forefront of his mind. One that he immediately voiced, startling Kirishima from his excited stargazing.

"When the fuck is your birthday?" He practically growled, tipping his head to the side to look up at Kirishima's face. Kirishima sent him a thoroughly confused look in response, frowning to himself.

"Uh, the sixteenth," Kirishima answered warily, brows drawing together. Bakugo raised a brow of his own, telling him to go on without saying a word. Kirishima sighed and reluctantly continued, "...Of October."

Kirishima's wariness was immediately validated when Bakugo sat up sharply and whipped around to glare at him. Arms crossed over his chest, out of both frustration and because it was fucking freezing, Bakugo snapped, "Your birthday was last week?! What the fuck?!"

Kirishima glanced around nervously, waving his hands around awkwardly. He desperately shushed Bakugo, frantically whispering, "Dude, be quiet! You'll wake someone up!"

"Don't fucking shush me, you asshole!" Bakugo hissed, swatting Kirishima's hand away. He didn't give a shit if he woke anyone up. He had more important things to worry about. "Why the hell didn't you tell me?! We could've done something! I don't know, we coulda celebrated!"

Granted, Bakugo had never really seen the point of making a big deal about birthdays, but he wasn't that shitty of a boyfriend to not want to celebrate Kirishima's birthday. Especially since the idiot deserved the best fucking birthday ever.

Every time there had been a birthday for someone else, Kirishima was adamant that they celebrate, something about not wanting anyone to feel left out. Even before they had been dating, Kirishima had made sure they had all celebrated Bakugo's birthday.

And Bakugo hadn't even known when his birthday was.

"We did do something for my birthday," Kirishima insisted, immediately freezing Bakugo in his tracks. At Bakugo's skeptical look, he explained, "Remember? We went to see that new movie and then you took me out to lunch."

Bakugo did remember. They had gotten Principal Nezu's approval to leave the school grounds to go see the new All Might movie that Bakugo had been wanting to see for weeks.

They had held hands in the dark theater throughout the movie, squeezing each other's hands during particularly intense action sequences. Bakugo had managed to ignore his usual misgivings about public displays of affection throughout the movie, running his thumb over Kirishima's callused knuckles.

After the movie, Bakugo had been in such a good mood that he had taken Kirishima to have lunch at a nearby fast food restaurant. Over vanilla milkshakes and French fries, they had ranted and raved about the movie between flirting with one another.

It had quickly turned into a genuine date without Bakugo even intending it. Not that he had been complaining.

Once they had returned to UA, they had spent the rest of the afternoon making out in Kirishima's room, ignoring Kaminari's invitation to play video games in the common room. They had only stopped in favor of squeezing in a bit of tutoring interspersed with brief breaks for more kissing and some snacks.

All in all, it had been a pretty good day. But now that Bakugo knew it had been Kirishima's birthday, he wished he could do it all over.

He wished he would have let Kirishima pick what movie they saw. He had seen Kirishima's eyes lingering on a poster for some indie road trip movie, he should have taken him to see that one instead.

He wished he hadn't brought Kirishima to some shitty McDonald's for lunch. There had been an actual restaurant only five blocks away where he could have brought Kirishima for a lunch worthy of a birthday meal.

He wouldn't change the enthusiastic makeout session once they had gotten back to school since he knew that Kirishima had been a thousand percent into it. But he never would have insisted that they actually study; Kirishima shouldn't have had to get tutored on his birthday.

Worst of all, Bakugo knew that he couldn't even say anything. He couldn't apologize or offer to make it up. Because he knew that Kirishima would insist that he'd had a great time, that it was the best birthday he'd ever had, just because he got to spend it with his boyfriend.

Sometimes Bakugo wished that Kirishima was just a little more selfish. But it didn't matter now. Because Bakugo was going to make it up to him.

He was going to give Kirishima the best fucking birthday ever. Even if it was a week late.

But for now, Bakugo just grumbled his assent and turned back around, leaning back against Kirishima's broad chest. Kirishima instantly curled his arms around Bakugo's waist, tugging him closer as they turned their attention back to the stars.

Bakugo had always been a good cook. Hell, he was a fucking great one.

He could trace it back to when he was a little kid, helping his dad in the kitchen while his mom was at work or her book club or whatever the hell it was his mom did all day. With a lack of anything else to do and the ravenous hunger of a little kid, it had been a win-win situation all around.

Especially for his dad. He had always had a love of cooking, having gone to culinary school for a few semesters before changing his major and going into fashion.

At home, the DVR and Netflix queue were both full of various cooking shows ranging from more competitive shows like Chopped and Iron Chef to educational programs like Good Eats. His dad was pretty much obsessed with Alton Brown.

Throughout his childhood, Bakugo had dutifully helped his dad cook dinner nearly every night after school. On the weekends, he would help his dad make huge breakfasts fit for a family of twelve, including everything from chocolate chip banana pancakes (his dad's favorite) to eggs Benedict (his mom's favorite).

Cooking had always been calming for Bakugo. The monotony and routine of it enough to refocus his energy on something less destructive than exploding everything in sight when he was upset.

The summer training camp (before it had gone to complete shit) had given him an opportunity to show off his culinary skills, delighting Kirishima to no end. The redhead had sung Bakugo's praises when he had made a simple beef stew, moaning into his bowl and practically begging for seconds.

So, Bakugo already knew Kirishima liked his cooking. Which set his plan in motion.

A few days after their little trip up to the roof to stargaze, Kirishima kissed Bakugo on the cheek before leaving dorms to train and then hang out with Tetsutetsu. The second he was gone, Bakugo immediately set to work cooking him the best birthday dinner ever.

Gyu kushi with a homemade Worcestershire dipping sauce, beef tataki with ponzu and wasabi on the side, a giant slab of flank steak marinated in soy sauce and Dijon mustard and served with white rice, and Wagyu korokke were all made with the intention of satisfying Kirishima's love of meat.

The rest of the veritable buffet of food consisted of miso soup made with yellow miso, onigiri with sha-ke and umeboshi fillings, yakisoba, and vegetable tempura. He even made some gyoza in case Kirishima wanted some pork, too.

Never one to half-ass anything, once he had finished the savory dishes, Bakugo turned his attention to dessert. He fried up a large batch of sata andagi with a side of chocolate side and grilled skewers of mitarashi dango.

It wasn't until he was finished mixing the sweet soy sauce glaze that he realized that he had completely forgotten the most important thing for a perfect birthday celebration: a cake.

Bakugo kicked himself for the oversight while growling at Kaminari to get away from the korokke, smacking his hand with a wooden spoon for good measure. Turning towards the common room, he called to Ashido who was decorating the common room at his behest. "Yo, Pinky! What kind of cake does Kirishima like?"

When Bakugo had started cooking Kirishima's birthday dinner, it had immediately drawn a crowd. The rest of the class had smelled food and rushed downstairs to circle the kitchen like a flock of vultures.

Growling at them all like a lion fending off his kill from a pack of mangy hyenas, Bakugo had explained that the food was for Kirishima, to celebrate his birthday. The others, none of whom had been aware that Kirishima's birthday had passed the prior week, had immediately volunteered to help.

While continuing to cook, Bakugo had barked out orders, directing people left and right. He would never admit it but having the others help set things up made everything a hell of a lot easier.

Now, held up by Tokoyami's Dark Shadow to hang red streamers from the ceiling with Uraraka who was floating beside her, Ashido turned to Bakugo. Pursing her lips, she tapped her chin and reported, "I think he likes chocolate! With chocolate buttercream!"

Bakugo nodded to himself. He could make the most chocolatey cake Kirishima had ever eaten, with a chocolate mousse filling and ganache topping. It would be amazing.

"Yeah, but he likes pie in the fall!" Sero added, taping up the large banner Yaoyorozu had made. Beside him, cradling his sore fingers, Kaminari nodded decisively.

"I don't know," Ashido hummed, gesturing for Dark Shadow to lift her a bit higher. "A birthday pie instead of a birthday cake?"

"He'd probably think it's manly!" Kaminari pointed out, picking up one of the red balloons Shoji had blown up. He released just the slightest bit of static electricity, handing it to Uraraka who stuck it to the ceiling.

In the courtyard, Todoroki was lighting a large bonfire while Iida rushed around setting the tables Sato and Midoriya had moved outside. The commotion outside briefly distracted Kaminari who trailed off while mumbling, "He said something about his mom's apple pie awhile ago. Maybe he'd like that..."

Frowning down at the kitchen counter, Bakugo swore to himself. Of course, Kirishima liked pie, that fall-loving fucker. He just had to like the one dessert Bakugo had never made before.

Swallowing his pride, reminding himself that it was for Kirishima, Bakugo tugged his phone out of his pocket and pulled up his contacts. When his dad answered, he solemnly asked, "How do you make a pie?"

Bakugo Masaru's apple pie recipe was the most well-guarded culinary secret in all of Musutafu, Japan.

As a child, Bakugo had never been allowed to so much as watch his dad make his famous pie. He was always exiled from the kitchen whenever his dad decided to bake it, stuck watching TV until his dad let him put it in the oven.

The pie was usually reserved for special occasions; holidays, birthdays, graduations, Bakugo's acceptance into UA, et cetera. Though there were times his dad simply made it because he was craving pie.

Bakugo had grown up eating his dad's delicious apple pie, could trace all of his fondest childhood memories back to the taste of apples baked in caramel sauce with a brown sugar crumb topping. It had always been his favorite dessert, the one sweet treat he let himself indulge in, in contrast to his usual affinity for spicy, savory foods.

He had always wanted to know the recipe but his dad never revealed it, keeping it a beloved secret. But two hours after Bakugo called him, there were three piping hot caramel apple pies cooling on the only part of the kitchen counter that wasn't occupied by other food dishes.

Bakugo had pulled out all the stops. There was a bowl of extra caramel sauce sitting in the microwave, ready to be warmed up at a moment's notice, and a tub of Kirishima's favorite brand of vanilla ice cream waiting in the freezer.

The tables outside were all set, the bonfire was blazing, and a mountain of presents had materialized on the coffee table after the rest of the class had rushed to the mall while the pies baked. They had somehow managed to drag Mr. Aizawa along so they could get permission to leave campus, bringing him back to the party with the promise of food.

Everything was ready. The only thing missing was the birthday boy himself and his metallic escort who had agreed to distract while Bakugo set up for the surprise party. Sometimes Bakugo's threats were rather effective.

"Yo, Tetsutetsu just texted!" Kaminari called from the common room as Bakugo washed his hands for the umpteenth time that day since he started cooking, scrubbing dried dough and brown sugar off his fingers. "He said they're almost here!"

In an instant, everyone (including Aizawa who was actually smiling) was ducking behind the common room couches or slipping out into the courtyard to hide. Bakugo dried his hands on a dish towel while crouching down behind the kitchen counter, waiting patiently for his boyfriend to arrive.

Everyone waited for the perfect moment as the front door swung open and Kirishima walked in, followed by Tetsutetsu. Bright smile in place, Kirishima animatedly claimed, "Yeah, man, the movie's awesome! Bakugo took me to see it last week."

On Bakugo's mark, a loud snap of his fingers, everyone stood, bursting out of their hiding places. At the top of their lungs everyone, even Koda as shy as he was, yelled, "Surprise!"

Kirishima was completely caught off guard, taking an instinctive step backwards and triggering his Quirk. He immediately raised his arms in an attempt to shield himself and Tetsutetsu, always a selfless hero.

A moment later, he registered the sound of party horns and people laughing, slowly dropping his arms to look around the room. He glanced around the common room, taking in the sight of the heavily decorated walls with a small gasp.

The room was transformed from a regular living room to a bright crimson tribute to Kirishima. Red streamers covered the ceiling and walls like scarlet spider webs brightening the drab beige walls to the same shade as his hair.

Red and black balloons covered both the floor and the ceiling, the light filtering through them from the overhead lamps casting red shadows throughout the room. Hanging from the ceiling in the center of the common room, a large banner drew his attention as it proclaimed, Happy Belated Birthday, Kirishima!

Around him, all of his friends were gathered with wide, happy smiles. They were all cheering and clapping and celebrating.

Kirishima continued looking around, spotting the tables covered in red tablecloths in the courtyard where even more balloons and streamers were set up around a roaring bonfire. Various shades of shiny wrapping paper drew his eye to the coffee table and the massive Jenga tower of presents that had amassed there.

He turned back to his friends who were all still cheering for him, his eyes wide and his jaw slack. Taking a tentative step further into the room, he softly asked, "You... You guys put this all together...? For me?"

"It was Kacchan's idea!" Midoriya excitedly announced, beaming at Kirishima. Gesturing around the room, indicating all of the various decorations and the buffet of food in the kitchen, he explained, "He put this all together!"

For once, Bakugo didn't even bother snapping at Midoriya. He didn't think Kirishima would particularly care for him yelling during his birthday celebration. He'd just kick Deku's ass some other time.

Rolling his eyes, Bakugo carefully balanced one of the pies in his hand and walked over to greet Kirishima. Holding out the pie so Kirishima could blow out the candles, he mumbled, "Happy birthday, shitty hair."

"Aww, babe...!" Kirishima cooed, eyes widening even more at the sight of the pie in Bakugo's hand. "You made me a pie!"

But instead of rewarding Bakugo with a smile, Kirishima started tearing up, his bottom lip wobbling. Sniffling a bit, he murmured, "You did all of this for me? Oh, Bakugo..."

Panicking a bit, Bakugo hastily handed the pie off to Sero and nodded towards the courtyard. Sero seemed to take the hint, motioning for everyone to follow him as he led them outside to the table of food, leaving Bakugo and Kirishima alone.

Bakugo curled his arms around Kirishima's waist as the redhead rested his forehead against Bakugo's collarbone, hiding his face in his boyfriend's chest. He tangled his fingers in the fabric of Bakugo's shirt, tugging him closer.

Not sure what else to do, Bakugo rubbed Kirishima's back with one hand, burying the other on Kirishima's hair to scratch his nails over his scalp. Swallowing heavily, he asked, "Hey, what's wrong? Did I do something?"

"No. No, it's just..." Kirishima started, voice muffled a bit. He cut himself off with another sniffle. Wiping his eyes, Kirishima lifted his head, giving a watery laugh. "I just can't believe you did all of this for me. Thank you."

"You deserve it," Bakugo said, pressing a kiss to Kirishima's temple, keeping his arms around him. Hugging Kirishima tight, he continued rubbing his back, hushing him gently.

"My dad let me use his secret apple pie recipe," Bakugo told him, earning another a small laugh. Smiling to himself, he quietly admitted, "There was just one condition."

"Yeah?" Kirishima hummed, reaching up to run his fingers through Bakugo's hair. Setting his chin on Bakugo's shoulder, he asked, "What's that?"

"He wants you to meet him and my mom," Bakugo hesitantly answered. "Think you're up for it?"

"Definitely," Kirishima agreed, raising his head to wipe his eyes and peck Bakugo on the lips. Grabbing his wrist, he started dragging Bakugo towards the courtyard. "I can't wait to get your mom to show me your baby pictures! Now c'mon, let's eat!"

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Happy Birthday! [Ojiro Week 2/8]

I don't care how long ago @ojiroweek was. I'm doing all the prompts and you can't stop me (and yeah, I missed his birthday by almost a week. I still feel terrible about it orz).

Pairing: Ojiro/Shinsou

Summary:  There's not much need or desire for an elaborate birthday ruse orchestrated by his friend, but Ojiro can roll with it. If it makes Hagakure happy, then it makes Ojiro happy, too.

AO3 Link: HERE

"Okay, okay! Just take my hand and follow my lead. And don't you dare peek!"

Ojiro chuckles as soft fingers interlace with his, "Hagakure, you put two blindfolds on me. There's no way I can see out of these."

"Yeah, that's a precaution," Hagakure replies and tugs at Ojiro's arm, her steps impatient. "This is supposed to be a surprise. I don't want it spoiled!"

Ojiro laughs again but complies with Hagakure's demands, "You got it, ma'am. I'll even keep my eyes closed."

"Good!" Hagakure exclaims and continues to lead him down the hall. She stops when they presumably reach the elevator, and Ojiro can hear her bouncing up and down against the carpeted floor, her clothes shuffling. A soft, excited hum soon escapes her as the elevator climbs up the dorm complex, and Ojiro smiles at her unbounded enthusiasm. He suspects she might even trump his joy with this whole surprise birthday party. And he's the actual birthday boy.

His birthday landed on a Monday this year, so he spent most of the day in class and training. Not like it was a bad thing: Kaminari offered to buy him lunch and Hagakure made cookies for their whole table to share. They were his favorite, too: cinnamon chip snickerdoodles. And he'd spent the weekend with his parents back home. They had gifted him with a few new outfits and a bright red running watch that could monitor his heart rate and the intensity of his workout regimes. For Ojiro, his birthday was already great. There's not much need or desire for an elaborate birthday ruse orchestrated by his friend, but Ojiro can roll with it. If it makes Hagakure happy, then it makes Ojiro happy, too.

Besides, there's something about this whole escapade - walking into the elevator blindfolded, Hagakure's hand wound tight around his - that warms his shoulders and elicits a soft flurry of butterflies to swish through his stomach. He's reminded of a similar scenario last year with Iida. Their whole class had prepared a birthday celebration in honor of their class president. It had been at Uraraka's request, but almost everyone was on board, given how much work Iida put in as their dutiful representative. That had been special because Iida's special. It had brought their whole class together. Even Bakugou, with all his foul-mouthed charm, took part in the festivity.

Ojiro knows his class cares about him. They're his friends, his partners.

But this is beyond morning greetings and cordial conversation. This is special.

Ojiro feels special.

When the elevator opens, Ojiro can hear hushed whispers to his left and several pairs of feet move closer together. Hagakure pulls away from Ojiro and settles behind him, her fingers fiddling with the double knot on the back of his head. She giggles, her breath tickling the base of his neck, "Okay... you ready, Ojiro?"

He smiles and curls his fingers into eager fists, relishing the anticipation. This is special, this is exciting. This is something Ojiro thought unlikely for a boy like himself. He really must thank Hagakure the next time they're out shopping. Maybe buy her a gourmet lunch at one of those bunny cafes she adores.

"Definitely," Ojiro nods, waiting for Hagakure to untie the blindfolds. He keeps his eyes closed, keeping a hold of the jittery expectation floating across his skin. This kind of unified joy, focused solely on him - he has to savor it, bottle it up for future bouts of doubt or insecurity.

"All right..." Hagakure trails as she finishes unfastening the knot, her hands on either side of Ojiro's head. "Blindfold comes off in three... two... one!"

The blindfold's soft fabric lazily hits his shoulder, and Ojiro opens his eyes to the sight of his classmates popping confetti bombs beneath an assortment of white and yellow streamers. Their faces are bright, smiles wide and laughter hearty.

"Happy birthday!" they (mostly) shout in unison, crowding around the birthday boy as he approaches. It's a little warm and Ojiro's cheeks flush, but he doesn't mind. Midoriya and Iida pat him on the back and offer their congratulations while Kaminari and Ashido present him with trinkets to decorate his "absurdly plain" dorm room. Ojiro begrudgingly returns their well-meaning grins and thanks them for their gifts. Admittedly, the Hawks' figurine will be a nice addition to his tidy desk, and the squirrel plush can sit atop his bed near his pillows.

"We got you something, too," Jirou says to his right, gesturing towards Yaoyorozu. Their fellow classmate holds out a hardcover book, titled: The Indomitable Spirit of the Martial Arts Hero. "We thought you could read it for inspiration."

Yaoyorozu bows her head. "You're a wonderful classmate and friend, Ojiro. Please accept this gift as a token of our appreciation."

"No need to be so formal, Yaoyorozu," Ojiro chuckles and takes the gift from her hands, his fingers skimming over the glossy silver letters. "This is a really nice birthday gift and I'll be sure to read it. Thank you!"

"It was our pleasure," Yaoyorozu attempts to bow again, but Jirou swipes at her shoulder and frowns.

"He just told you not to be so formal!" Jirou chides, though her words lack any real bite. Must be a girlfriend thing.

"Oh, I apologi-"

"Momo!"

Ojiro laughs at the pair's antics, reminding him of the harmless scuffles in his own relationship. Though, that thought stirs another: did Shinsou help plan this party? He hasn't heard from him since last night, after Ojiro made it back to the dorms.

"Yo, birthday boy! Turn around and take a look at this cake," Kaminari's voice rings from across the kitchen. Ojiro tries to turn around, but two pink hands clasp onto his shoulders and prevent him from doing so.

"Wait, Ojiro! Close your eyes. It'll be better that way," Ashido chirps at his back, her fingernails strumming against his collarbone.

Her grip doesn't loosen until Ojiro complies and scratches at his temples, a little embarrassed. All this attention - it's overwhelming. He's not used to his classmates doting on him, catering to his happiness alone.

However, despite his abashment, his heart sings and laughter seems to spill endlessly passed his throat. He closes his eyes and hopes the cake was prepared by Satou, like Iida's. Then he'll feel on par with the rest of his classmates, like he's worth all this celebration. "All right, they're closed, Ashido. You can turn me around now."

Ashido wastes no time and twirls Ojiro around, unable to contain her frivolity, "Great! Now I'll count down like Hagakure. Get ready to open those big ol' eyes of yours in three... two... one... go!"

And when Ojiro snaps his eyes open, his mouth drops and his breath hitches, the image before him both unexpected and captivating.

Shinsou stands four feet in front of him, a large three-tier cake iced with a thick layer of maple frosting sitting above his hands. His smile is small and lopsided, and his eyes shimmer, the seventeen candles lit beneath him highlighting their soft violet hues. He's even dressed well - a pair of black slacks, accompanied by a navy blue button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled to his elbows.

Ojiro decides then: this evening has surpassed special. It's one of those nights your mind carves into your subconscious, to push you through when tears sting your eyes and your body aches with grief.  

Before Ojiro can voice his delight, Shinsou cocks his head and his smile widens, devolving into an impish simper, "I know I look good, but please try to concentrate on the burning cake in my hands. Or else I might have to steal your little birthday wish."

"Ack, Shinsou, play nice!" Hagakure jumps to Ojiro's side, an invisible hand clutching his bicep. "Let Ojiro make a wish when he's ready."

"Yes, Ojiro should be provided ample time to come up with a wish worthy of his character and ambition," Iida says to his left, hovering close to Shinsou and pointing a finger to the ceiling. "Stealing a birthday wish from not only a friend but a romantic partner seems both thoughtless and obviously rude."

"Iida, I think it was just a joke," Uraraka tugs at her friend's sleeve, her smile nervous. "Right, Shinsou?"

"Yeah, calm down, you dolts," Shinsou shrugs, keeping his gaze locked onto Ojiro. "See what I have to put with? You're lucky Satou's a decent guy, or this cake would have been a pile of mush."

It's then that Ojiro notices Satou a few feet behind Shinsou, his large hands fixed onto his hips. He shakes his head and beams at the cake, wax dripping past the candles' stems and coating the frosting's top. "Don't sell yourself short, Shinsou! I hardly touched the thing. You should have seen him, Ojiro - looked like a total pro in the kitchen."

Warm adoration blossoms over Ojiro's chest, and his fingers tingle, aching to cup Shinsou's chin and kiss his exhausted eyes. He opts to take a cautious step forward instead, inspecting the cake Shinsou made from scratch. "You... made this? For my birthday?"

Shinsou looks away, his grip on the porcelain plate tightening. "Satou's being modest. I just followed his instructions."

"But you made it, right?" Ojiro presses onward, feeling the weight of his classmates' stares. They've seen little of their fledgling relationship, most likely curious about their daily interactions and affectionate gestures. "This... it was all your idea, wasn't it? With Hagakure?"

"Can you please ask questions later and blow out these damn candles?" Shinsou retorts, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "This cake's gonna turn into nothing but hot wax soon."

Ojiro chuckles, closing in until his hand brushes against the other boy's forearm. He forgets Shinsou can be... cute. It's still odd to think about, given where their relationship started. "Okay, okay. I'll make a wish, but... thank you. This means a lot."

Shinsou neglects to smile as Ojiro's classmates gather around, encouraging him to make a fun, exciting wish. Ojiro shuts his eyes and reflects for a moment, trying to come up with something. But with his friends around him, with Shinsou glancing down at the cake, processing Ojiro's gratitude and gentle touch...

There's not much else to wish for.

Still, Ojiro blows out the candles and his friends clap and cheer, setting off another round of confetti bombs. He makes a wish and approximately ninety-seconds later, it comes true.

He bites into the snickerdoodle cake, rolling the cinnamon chips and maple frosting across his tongue. While everyone else squabbles over the largest piece, Ojiro briefly kisses Shinsou's jawline, his words faint and giddy against his neck, "This tastes amazing."

Shinsou turns his head and stares at Ojiro before whispering back, his voice soft and earnest, "You deserve it, Mashirao. Happy birthday."

And once Ojiro's heart flutters, once Shinsou kisses his temple and Ashido spots them, shrieking in response - he knows. This evening has indeed moved beyond special.

It's perfect.

[bolbianddolanhouse]

BNHA self insert AU

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Chapter 31: Oh Lawd, He Comin’!

What can I say other than life is pretty great! Back to full health, got a boyf, it’s senior year AND life is on track for me. It’s February 6th, day before my birthday but it’s a thursday and I didn’t feel like celebrating other than opening what my parents sent me in my room after school.

-Dinner hour, Hero dorms-

“Guys are we still on for tomorrow?” Kirishima spoke up.

“What’s going on tomorrow?” asked Shinso as he took a bite of food.

“Oh that’s right! You were gone while we planned this” Midoriya perked up “tomorrow is Palma-san’s birthday and we planned a surprise party for her.”

Shinso nearly choked on his food “It is? How come she didn’t tell me?” he coughed a bit “we were hanging out after school today.”

“She says bad things always happen on the day of” Sato recalled “so she celebrates the day before, like last year, she made a really authentic Mexican dinner but with no cake.” He gets giddy “we met her on her birthday, so it’s a special day in itself! I’m making the cake.”

“All of us pitched in to make it extra special” Mina spoke up “we owe her so much for all the help she’s given us, it’s the least we could do.”

“Well now I feel sorta shitty” Shinso sighed “I didn’t get her anything and it’s sorta too late to include myself in the planning.”

“Actually, you can help us bring her up here tomorrow” Todoroki was granted the brain cell, once again “take her somewhere for a bit after school tomorrow and at 6pm bring her here.”

“Wow, Todoroki is on a roll with the ideas” Sero teased.

-After School the next day-

“Hey, I got your text” I trotted up to Shinso at the front of the school “what’s up?”

“A little birdie told me it’s your birthday today” Shinso said as smoothly as possible.

“Tokoyami never keeps his mouth shut” I pouted “guess you caught me.”

“Silly he didn’t tell me” he laughed “I overheard some of the boys last night on what you did last year.”

“Oh hehehe” I blushed out of embarrassment “well, you’d leave without a trace too if you were in my situation.”

“Let’s walk” he grabbed my hand, the gentleness of his fingers going between mine was making my heart race. Half way to the dorms, he stops and turns to me “actually, I have something much more exciting planned” he leans in to whisper in my ear “teleport us to your dorm, I wanna play.” With no hesitation I teleported us to my room, he didn’t give me a moment to breathe before kissing me.

“Hitoshi! So sudden” he puts his hand on my inner thigh “what did you want to play?”

“I want to make out and make you feel good” he runs his hand up and down my inner thigh “it’s your birthday, I need to please my baby” he kisses my neck “won’t you please invite me to play on your bed?” With consent, we climb up to bed and kissed to our hearts content. “Baby~ do you like that?” he rose up from on top of me, leaving me in a panting but satisfied mess.

“I loved it” I squirmed a bit and regained my composure “I just love you.”

 He checks the time, it’s 6:15 “speaking of which, I left something in my dorm for you” he gets up “why don’t you get dressed, meet me at your car and we’ll go somewhere.”

“Won’t you be violating curfew?” I questioned as he picked up his bag to leave.

“Not if we go quickly” he was starting to sweat “just trust me!” 

“Um okay, I’ll be quick then” I say and he bolted off before I could say bye “he’s excited heh.”

Shinso dashes in the hero dorms “Okay so I got her getting ready” he panted “I’m going to walk her in as soon as I finish getting dressed.”

“What did you do? Get in a street fight with her?!” Kaminari exclaimed as he noticed his messed up uniform “you look terrible.”

Shinso didn’t respond, he ran into his room to toss on something believable and run out again. She was at the meeting spot before him. “Oh you beat me!”

“It’s what happens when you have teleport” she paused to see Shinso was panting hard “you good? need some water?”

“No I’m fine! Um, ready to go?” he pat his pocket “ah! I forgot my phone in my bag” he motioned to the dorms “come with me?”

“Sure” they walked up to the hero dorms and took the elevator up. When the doors opened, it was dark, like all the lights were cut. “I have a bad feeling” I stop Shinso from stepping forward “something isn’t right.”

“Oh I BET IT’S NOTHING THAT’S THREATENING” he said as he stepped out quickly “nothing to whip your GUN OUT for.”

“Why are you-” I began to say before the lights came on.

“SURPRISE!” yelled everyone “HAPPY BIRTHDAY PALMA-SAN!”

“Please don’t shoot or hate us” whimpered Midoriya. 

“Oh guys!” I started laughing “and here I was, about to throw down in a dress and boots!” I looked around and saw everyone pitched in to do something for me “all this for me? Yall know how I feel about my birthday.”

“Well this year, you don’t have to spend it alone” Iida said, walking up to me “isn’t it a milestone birthday to turn 18 in America?”

“It is! It means I’m a legal adult” I remember all the implications “I can buy porn, cigarettes, move out of my parent’s house, go to jail, get trialed like an adult and can have intimate relations with anybody older than me and it won’t be a crime.”

“All that at 18?” Mineta was shocked “we gotta wait until 20 for half of those.”

“ANYWAYS! Thanks yall” I desperately wanted Mineta to shut up “for making today special for me, I appreciate it.”

“TIME FOR CAKE!” Sato bellowed as he set a cake on the table “sit here so we can sing to you.”

“Oh theres...cake hehehe” I get nervous as all the flashbacks of getting my face decked in the cake since I was 2 years old “it looks so pretty! too pretty to eat!”

“Come on! Just sit so we can sing” egged the girls as they dragged me to the chair. It was no use, Uraraka used her quirk on me and got me in the chair. “Ok, 1, 2- HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO...” I sat there with a smile but I was panicking inside but also happy to not be alone on my birthday. “YAY blow out the candles! make a wish!” that snapped me out of my thoughts and I tapped out each candle with my fingers.

“What the?” questioned Jiro in near disgust.

“Oh thanks guys!” I sat up quickly “oh look! The Catptain is calling to me” I step aside to walk toward the cat “better pet him!”

As they were cutting cake, some noticed my odd behavior “Hey, did you notice that Palma-san was uncomfortable? I’ve never seen her so dodgy” whispered Ojiro to Midoriya “wonder what set her off?”

“Hmm, it’s not fire or cake” Midoriya starts to mutter “can’t be singing, maybe being the center of attention? No, she’s used to that” he starts to furrow his brow “maybe it’s the fact that it’s her birthday and she's anticipating something to go wrong.” He served a big slice of cake and turned to where she was “Hey Palma-san, I got you some cake!”

“What flavor is it?” 

“Chocolate and strawberry” he tried to coax her to come closer “come to the table, we got gifts for you.”

“Okay... if you say so” she takes careful steps to the table, looking very tense. She gets the slice and a fork and starts eating “Oh this is divine! Thank you Ri!”

“Aww shucks thanks Palma-san” Sato replied to the compliment.

“You look a bit tense” Tokoyami said as he put his hands on my shoulders and started to massage “whats got you worked up?”

“FINE I’LL ADMIT IT!” I huffed and dropped my shoulders “top reason why I don’t celebrate my birthday is because in my culture, it’s customary to smash the person’s face in the cake, regardless of their age” I exhaled “so every year, since I was old enough to stand up on my own, I’ve had my face suplexed into cake by my sister and older cousins” I shudder “I can feel the frosting clogging my nose and gunking up my eyes, I’ve grown to hate cake on my birthday because of all those unpleasant feelings. And I know my family isn’t here to do that to me and yall won’t either but I’m still triggered.”

“Why is your culture, no offense, so fucked up?” Bakugo said as he stopped his bite of cake “I’d demolish anyone that did that to me!”

“And cake time is over hehehe” Kirishima announced as he quickly set his plate of cake on the table “why don’t we have you sit on the couch for presents? Away from the cake.”

“That’s the best plan you’ve come up to date Ei” I said as I finished my cake “you don’t have to tell me twice!” I jumped on Iida’s back “carry me Tenya, it’s my birthday~”

“I can’t say no that” he chuckled as he put his arms behind him to support my legs “to the couch!” He relished in the brief moment of her on his back with arms wrapped around his neck, they were happy and his feelings grew fonder.

They all gathered to give her gifts, begging to open their’s first. She opened the gift the girls pitched in to get her “Oh shit, it’s a vanity set of the perfume I wanted! Thanks girls!” I open Aoyama’s gift “STOP! How did you know I shop this brand of rhinestone socks?! Thanks.” Next the gamer boys “How the fuck y’all got a hold of the bubble gum pink LoL pullover hoodie?! AND a translucent pink controller?! Thanks, yall spoilin’ me!” Next was a few gift cards from Tokoyami, Midoriya and Todoroki, which were very kind of them to give me all coffee shop ones.

“Here, open ours next!” Kirishima said as he handed me the gift “this ones from the rest of us boys.”

“Hehehe alright” I start to unwrap the paper and lift the top of the blank box to see a note on top of tissue paper “to Palma-san, for all the fun times and music you filled the room with, here’s to many more of those days. From Kirishima, Bakugo, Ojiro, Shoji, Iida and Koda. Y’all too sweet” I said as I parted the tissue paper to unveil a Koa wood ukulele “You shouldn’t have! Are you for real?!” I gasped as I was in near tears.

“It was mostly Iida’s idea but we all pitched in” Koda spoke up “we love hearing your music.”

“Well, give it a play!” Bakugo coaxed “I know you got a perfect song to play.”

“I do actually” I picked up the ukulele and strummed it “ooh and in perfect tune already, this is Hey Soul Sister” I start playing and put everyone in a trance with the song “...the way you move ain’t fair you know...” little to my knowledge, Jiro and Iida were recording me “...I want the world to see you be with me, tonight~ “

“That was amazing!” cheered everyone when I was finished. Even the cat was meowing like he was cheering, it brought joy into my heart that I brought together everyone by just giving them a cookie in first year. To think I cried that year because I felt alone, boy did the universe bless me after that! Everyone started to clean up as curfew was closing in on them, I sat on the couch and didn’t dare move as the cat curled up on my lap.

“Hey come you come into my room for a minute?” whispered Iida behind me, like he didn’t want the others to hear.

“Oh sure, let me just warp these to my room” I whispered back as I teleported my gifts and got up. I follow him to his room and he checks if anyone saw before closing the door “Whats up? Why we whispering?”

“I have my own gift I wanted to give you but” he hands me a small box with an orange bow “I was too embarrassed to give it to you in front of everybody, so here, feliz cumpleanos.”

“Hehe you said that funny” I giggled as I opened the box. As I parted the tissue paper, I saw the small picture frame with two pictures in the slots “Tenya, I-”

“It’s a cinnamon wood picture frame with two of my favorite memories with you” he fixed his glasses “the one of the dance the other when we went to the beach. Well, I like all of our memories but these ones stick out the most.”

“Why?” I questioned as I sniffed the frame to see if it was cinnamon bark.

“Because I had the time of my life at the dance and the after dance party” he cleared his throat “and the beach was the first time I ever went with somebody that wasn’t family, let alone stayed to watch the sunset.” He saw me sniffing the frame and laughed “silly girl, you’re one of the most precious people in my life” he pulled me in for a hug “thank you for being my friend, never change.”

“I’m literally crying Tenya” I sniffled as my tears fell “you’re so sweet, all I did was give you a cookie and you gave me so much more.”

He dried my tears “It was a really good cookie” that made me burst out laughing and he just looked at me at peak joy, ‘this is the moment’ he thought to himself ‘she’s so happy, and a kiss to start more happy days.’ As he drew in closer, there was a knock at his door.

“Iida, have you seen Palma-san?” it was Shinso “I had something to give her.”

“I thought she was on the couch with catptain” he lied so I could make my escape “did you check the bathroom?”

“I’ll check, thanks” Shinso said as he walked toward the end of the hall.

“You better go out there” he sighed in relief “wouldn’t want everyone to assume anything.”

“Right! Thanks again!” I whispered before teleporting to the couch. When Shinso came back out to the commons, he looked confused “oh hey, were you looking for me?”

“Yeah I had a thing to give you” he saw the small box in my hand “who gave you that one?”

“The girls” I lied to cover up my tracks “it was part of the set they gave me” I warped it to my room to derail any further questions on it “so what did you want to show me?”

“It’s in my room” he held out his hand to lead me to the room. Once I entered the room, memories of my time in these dorms flooded back “Okay so to be honest, I was told about your birthday literally the night before at dinner. And not going to lie, I felt like shit because I’m your boyfriend and boyfriends should remember these things and give nice gifts” he blushed “so while it’s not a ukulele or a gaming controller, here’s my gift to you” he handed me a re-purposed shoe box “I’m also not very good at wrapping things all pretty.”

“Naw it’s all good” I assured him as I opened the box, there was a small card with cat stickers on the inside of the lid “To Ita, Sweeter than sugar and stronger than Endeavor- May our love last forever, Hitoshi. Aww you didn’t have to” I lean in to give him a kiss then I pulled the sheet of newspaper covering the rest of the items to see a bunch of little things “Oh it’s a box of my faves! But how did you?”

“I had some help from Tetsu and some of my other general ed buddies to get some of the items on their way to school” he pointed to the glass tubes with rubber stoppers “I rolled those myself, took a while to get them presentable enough. I even labeled them” I looked and they were joints in different wrappers and strain combos “do you like it?”

“I love it!” I hugged him “thank you thank you thank you! You’re so observant and sweet.”

“I’m just trying to be a good boyfriend” he hugged back “you’re very special to me, I feel like we’ve been together for way longer and you just make me feel like a prince that fell in love with a warrior princess” he kissed my neck “didn’t think I’d get this far with you but lets keep it this way, loyal and secret.”

“Oh I see, I also wanna keep this love to ourselves and behind closed doors” I agreed with him “you’ll be my best kept secret.”

Time passes and for months we kept our relationship under wraps. Dates consisted of getting coffee and exploring downtown on Sundays but my favorite bonding time were the nights I’d warp in his room. We were happy to have it this way but it seems like a few people were noticing my odd patterns.

-Week before the Sports Festival-

“...can you believe that they let her do the- Iida-kun? Are you listening?” Midoriya noticed that Iida in deep thought.

“I figured it out” Iida muttered then suddenly stood up “I’m going to ask them at the sports festival!”

“What are you talking about four-eyes?” Bakugo furrowed his brow as he was irritated at everyone’s mumbling in the commons room.

“DONT TELL ME!” Aoyama jumped in his seat as he gasped “you’re proclaiming your love to the princess?!”

“Yes I am Yuga!” Iida responded “since they are going to be there to announce and commentate, I’ll win this festival in her honor.”

“Not to be the wet blanket” Momo spoke up from her spot on the couch “but you’ll need a little more than that, what if you don’t place?” the room fell silent “I’m sorry but she did show us that plans and strategies fall apart if we don’t have backups and I was just factoring in on what ifs.”

“You should give her flowers!” Hagakure gasped “I read in this series of my fave manga that the love interest gives a bouquet of flowers in the girls favorite color and the guy’s favorite color” everyone could tell she was trying to do a hand motion but can’t tell what it is “he gave it to her the morning before the guy’s important match and said that it was a promise that they’ll finally be together the moment he wins” she sighed “the guy lost brutally but the girl was like ‘oh I love you anyways, win or no win’ and they got together.”

“You know what, I will do that” Iida was getting pumped up “I won’t hold back anymore, she’ll know just how much I want to be with her.”

Little do they know that her and Shinso were hand in hand at the local shopping square on their date. 

“You two haven’t spent time together since her surprise party” Sero recalled “isn’t it a bit off that she hasn’t bothered Iida-kun for a party invite or pestering?”

“She’s been too busy lately for parties” Kirishima turned his head to face Sero “everyone wants a piece of her and her squad since they’ve been announced as their program’s Main 5. With herself being a commanding officer!”

“Not to mention that she’s been helping us with our next round of physical exams” Mina slipped in her comment “I hope she’s managing well.”

“I hope I’ll be able to catch her sometime during the festival” Iida says as he searches up local flower shops on his phone “I have some research to do.”

~Day of Sports Festival~

“GOOOOOD AFTERNOON! And welcome to UA 3rd year’s Sports Festival live broadcast for those watching at home, and a very plus ultra to the ones in attendance at the stadium!” announced Ita in their very best energy “This is agent 19, announcing and commentating our competitors.”

“And this is Agent 20 co-commentating” Mimi followed up.

“And Agent 21 at the weather tower with the weather and debris update” Jin spoke into his headset.

“And I’m Agent 40 at the pro-hero’s wing with exclusive interviews and updates!” Hansai announced himself.

“And I’m Agent 27 at ground level with the inside scoop on the food vendors and attendee favorites!” Yuka excitedly spoke into her microphone.

“And without further ado, let’s get the opening ceremony rolling!” Ita kicked off the whole event with their announcement. 

“Wow, she’s doing an amazing job” Asui said as they walked with the class to the stadium wing “are you nervous Iida-kun kero?”

“A bit but I am feeling confident!” he puffed out his chest “let’s do our best everybody!”

The first half of the festival happened and it was all fine and well, then lunch intermission was announced.

“I’m fucking starving” Ita said as they turned off their microphone and swiveled her chair towards Mimi “did Jin order the food?”

“He did” Mimi stretched her back “if you want, you can go pick it up from the stall as Jin finishes his weather update.”

“Yeah I’ll go” she stood up and stretched “I’ll be back.” They teleport near the entrance to the vendor’s area and walked down the hallway, unaware of what was waiting for her near the stairwell.

“Oh she’s there” Iida whispered to himself as he ducked behind the wall, flowers in hand “I can do this, I can do this, just say ‘I’ll win this one for you’ and the rest will follow.” He psyches himself up and as he turned to walk to her, he sees Shinso walking into sight from the other connecting hallway and ducked out of sight again but peeking over.

“Hey Miss Announcer Lady” joked Shinso to get her attention.

“Hitoshi! You startled me!” she jumped a bit and giggled “what are you doing here? go eat lunch!”

“I will, I wanted to indulge a bit” he walked up to her and tilted her chin up for a kiss.

“Stop, what if somebody sees?” she harshly whispered after a quick kiss.

“Please, just one really good kiss babe?” he pleaded “I need some motivation to win this.”

“Fine, one kiss” she put her hands on his face “but then I gotta zoot to pick up food.” She kisses him very intensely, oblivious to Iida hiding and watching everything from his hiding spot. “See you later at my dorm?” She said breathlessly.

“I’ll be there, see you then love.” Shinso said as he walked back the hallway he came from.

As she walked away, Iida was in disbelief “I’m too late? She’s with Shinso now?” he said to himself “how could I lose to him!? I saved her life and nursed her back to health...I DON’T GET IT?!” he slid onto his butt and cried that he didn’t say anything sooner. He tossed the flowers in the trash and didn’t speak to anybody about what he saw. The rest of the festival went without a hitch and Iida didn’t place but neither did Shinso.

-Fast forward, beginning of summer break-

Ita warps in Shinso’s dorm “Hitoshi~” she cooed in an almost sinister tone.

“What’s with the tone?” he chuckled as he kissed her forehead “sounds like you have a cool plan to tell me in that cute little head of yours.”

“I do! And I’m so excited to share it with you!” she hopped as she spoke “sit down, it’s gonna be so crazy you’ll need to sit!”

“Okay okay, I’m sitting” he sits on his desk chair as she kneels on the bed.

“Okay soooo you love me right?”

“Yes, more and more each day.”

“And you’re gonna be displaced for work far from home right?”

“Yes, in Taito City.”

“And you haven’t found housing yet?”

“I haven’t”

“Well, I was just approved for guarded housing! And they allow others to share housing for discounted rent PLUS they allow pets!” she pause a bit “and the best part is that it’s in Sumida City, the city right next to Taito! And I’ll be working in Sumida.” she looks Shinso in the eye “will you move in with me?”

“Am I really allowed?” questioned Shinso.

“Yes, I’ll hand you the paperwork to review” she gets timid “plus, I really like the idea of us living together and maybe adopting a fur baby.”

“Of course I’ll move in with you” he gets up to hold her “I’d love nothing more than to wake up everyday to that sweet face” he kisses her lips “I can’t wait to move in.”

“Same! Sometime in October we’ll get the house tour” she sways as she speaks “and by New Years we’ll be moved in.”

“Quite a ways” Shinso starts to ponder “I guess priority is graduating first huh?”

“Yup!” she stops swaying “but I have confidence that it won’t be an issue for us.”

More time passes and nobody but Iida has an idea that Shinso and Palma are dating, but it’s getting harder and harder to hide it.

-3rd year dance, late October-

“You look so beautiful” sighed Shinso as Palma showed him her final look “like a princess.”

“Wish you’d come babe” she pouted as he held her hands “I wanna slow dance with you and just get lost in those eyes.”

“You know being in those crowds aren’t my thing” he kissed her hands “but go have fun, you deserve it after months of hard work.”

“Alright then, I’ll see you later” she tip-toes up to his ear “maybe I’ll drop in to have you help me out of this dress~”

“Naughty kitty” he blushed “don’t tease me like that.”

“Hehehe I’m not joking” she giggled “later Hitoshi.” She teleported off to the dance, upon entering and getting swarmed by the girls, Iida takes notice and walks over once the crowd around her clears up.

“Hey Ita”

“Oh hey Tenya!” she looked around him “who’d you come with?”

“Nobody, I just felt out of place if I was the only one not going” he looked around her “I thought Shinso was coming with you?”

“Shinso? Nah why?”

“Oh I just thought he was your date since you two have been sort of” he was finding the right word to say “attached at the hip lately.”

“Nah we just got a bit closer but nothing serious” she was trying hard not to give away anything “but anyways, I heard that you’ve been eyeing somebody for a while” I playfully elbow him “we’re friends, I can keep a secret, who is it?!”

He walks them toward the table he was sitting at “Erm, it’s not worth saying anymore” he sighed “they’ve made their choice.”

“Aww don’t say that!” I patted his back “maybe it’s not your time yet, plus we’re still young!” she smiled that genuine, encouraging smile “speaking of young, wanna dance?”

He smiled back “Yes, let’s dance” she grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor. The whole time he was smiling and admired her energy, just like how it used to be. And her full attention on him made him feel like there was hope for him. “You know Ita” he said as they were slow dancing “I needed this, I missed this.”

“I missed our quality time too!” she responded “this year really got me busy and I haven’t spent enough time with you.”

“Yea, I think the last time we had quality time was when you were in stasis” he remembered everything he said to her during that time “hey, do you remember anything from your stasis? I talked to you a lot during the time I tended to you.”

“I don’t recall much from that time” she tries to remember “I remember feeling very cozy and bits and pieces of The Secret Garden OH! and somebody stoking my hair while mumbling something.”

“That was me!” his face lit up “I read the rest of that book to you and stroked your hair” a big dumb smile spread across his face “that makes me so happy that I broke through to you in that state.”

“And I’m thankful for that” she looked at his expression and tilted her head a bit “are you sure I can’t pay you back for that time? I know you said no but I want too!” she curled her fingers around his hand to squeeze it slightly “anything at all Tenya, just say the word, and I’ll do it.”

The song stopped and the next song was an upbeat one, giving him a chance to act. He grabbed her by the hand “Come with me outside” he lead her to the side of the venue, where it was away from prying eyes “Okay, you said anything? Even answering a question?”

“Yes anything, ask me Tenya” she was slightly afraid of what and why “what’s on your mind?”

He looms over her “Tell me the truth Ita, Are you and Shinso dating? And for how long now?”

Her blood ran cold and body got clammy, she gulped before speaking “It’s true, Hitoshi and I are dating and have been dating for about 9 months now.” She took a few breaths “but he confessed to me 2 weeks before my labyrinth practice exam and promised to ask me properly when the time was right. We’ve been together ever since and keeping things under wraps since we don’t like all that attention drawn to us.”

It was a bit too dark to see Iida’s face but he had an expression of hurt in his eyes “I ask because I saw you two kissing at the sports festival” he cleared his throat “I just wanted to know since you always tell me what’s going on and seeing that threw me off.” 

“Why did it throw you off?” she asked confused.

“Well, it’s just that Shinso isn’t like Mirio and doesn’t fit a type” he fixed his glasses “I just think that Shinso isn’t your type is all.”

“Not my type? Shinso is definitely my type” she gushed “he’s very thoughtful, kind, respectful and we have so much in common! We even have the same coffee order!”

“Well isn’t that just quaint” he huffed.

“Are you jealous?!” she squinted her eyes at Iida, with her hands on her hips “just because I’m dating him doesn’t mean we aren’t friends anymore! Tenya you’re my chosen family and I want you in my life because you’ve helped me through my worse and lows” she reached out to hold his hand “even if he leaves me or vice versa, you’ll still be by my side, you promised me.”

“I did didn’t I?” he sighed and held their hands together “alright then, but lets spend more time together before graduation!”

“Lets see then” they walk back to the dance “I don’t have any plans from now until graduation, plan something Tenya.”

They spent the rest of the dance talking about plans and times but Iida was still bothered by the fact that Shinso was in fact her boyfriend. He didn’t dare speak about his feelings and start drama. He’s been telling himself that his time will come soon....but when?

-Chapter 31, End-

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Chapter 21: What’s 9 plus 10? 

I blissfully don’t tell anyone about all this new information about my relocation and I’m counting down the days until I leave. Its Monday, day of that coffee with Iida and I didn’t see him in the morning but we agreed 2pm. I send him a text at 1:15

[Hey, we still on for coffee?]

[Yes we are, I am almost ready to head out]

[Okay :3 I’ll be waiting in the commons room]

I sat in front of my vanity mirror debating if I should put on makeup or not. Meanwhile in Iida’s room, all the boys were trying to decipher my texts and choosing his outfit.

“Bro you have to wear your scarf with the black coat” said Kirishima laying out the outfits.

“I don’t know why you’re so nervous Iida-kun” Todoroki bluntly spoke “you’ve had lunch with her and danced together, what’s so special about this time?”

“I am finally going to tell her how I feel” Iida was putting on his glasses “it’s been a long time coming and now it’s just us, alone together where nobody could possibly disrupt our quality time.”

“Ok so do you have a plan if she doesn’t feel the same?” Tokoyami spoke up from his corner of the room “from our conversations, she won’t hesitate to say no and why.” 

“Well, I’ll be okay with her rejecting me romantically” he looked out the window “I just want to tell her before I regret it.”

“That was so noble bro” Sero said wiping away a tear “I hope she does feel the same, she’ll be in good hands.”

I come out of my room and wait in the commons room, where is he I think to myself hope he didn’t get wrapped up in something. I hear a door opening and slamming and out comes Iida.

“Oh hey, I was getting worried that something happened.”

“No I’m fine” he tries to hold it together “shall we go?”

“Yes, lets.”

We walk to downtown and its crowded, same thing happened where I had to hold his hand to not get swept away. We get to the cafe just before the rush and get seated in their new cozy area in the back of the shop.

“The usual Miss?” asked the girl that seated us.

“Oh yes please.”

“And for you?” she turned to Iida.

“Uhh I’ll have your finest tea” he panic ordered because he doesn’t want to admit he’s not a coffee drinker in front of me.

“Sir, this is a local cafe, we only serve bagged tea.” the girl gave him a bit of judgement for that and I was trying to hold my laughter in.

“Oh then uhh” he turned to me “what do you recommend?”

“Hmm, I know you like sleeping at normal bed hours” I tried to hold back my laughter even harder “you want the cinnamon hot chocolate or matcha tea latte?”

“The matcha tea latte please” he tried to hide his embarrassment from the girl.

“Alright, I’ll be back with your drinks.”

I wait until the girl was out of sight “wow Tenya, finest tea huh?”

“I’ve only been here once before and it was with you too” he took his scarf off “I was panicking because they changed their menu and lay out.”

“That’s what I like about this place” I looked out to all the people that were in line to order to go “they change according to trends and season so you have a pleasant experience.”

“Didn’t that girl say ‘the usual?’ to you?” questioned Iida.

“They have like 3 things on the permanent drink menu: the soy latte, earl grey and hot chocolate” I explained “I always get a soy latte and berry tart when I sit in and I get a random iced coffee and danish when I order to go.”

“Oh I see” he nervously laughs “this space certainly is, cozy” he wiggles a bit on the wide love-seat couch, trying not to get too close to me.

“Oh yea it is” I looked at him try to stay in his side of the seat “they probably thought we were a couple since I’ve only been here by myself or with Mimi and Jin. The only other time was with you.” the girl comes by with our order and gives me that wink like she knows whats going on “you can scoot closer to me Tenya, its okay.”

“I won’t, that’ll be rude of-”

“We’ve held hands, danced, teleported, you’ve carried and fed me, we shared a bed” I said giggling “whats getting closer to me on the same couch? when we’ve been much more intimate together” he gets closer but doesn’t look at me in the eye “see? was that so bad?”

“n-no, it’s just that I didn’t know if you’d be okay with me so close in such a public area” he looked at the drinks and berry tart “oh they gave you 2 forks.”

“Oh si? Oh they did, they probably assumed we were going to share” I look at the berry tart closer “actually, I think they gave me a slice and a half because this is bigger than usual. If you want, you can get some of the tart, I don’t mind sharing.”

“Well, it does look tasty” he takes a sip of his drink “oh this is good, not too milky or sweet.”

“I thought you might enjoy it” I took a sip of my drink “you don’t have to hide it Tenya, I know you’re not a coffee drinker.”

“How did you know?” 

“I saw you down a whole medium iced coffee that one time and took a sip of coffee the morning after the dance” I recalled “and both times you made a face of disgust. It’s ok to not like the things I like, it doesn’t make you a lesser friend to me.”

He remembers when he downed that iced coffee months ago and shuddered “I can’t believe you remembered all that” he put his cup down “how do you stomach the stuff?”

“It’s my culture Tenya, when we have our coffee, its down time and for conversation with your family or friends” I took another sip “it’s my daily ritual to have my morning coffee to sip to center myself and tackle on my hectic day. It’s one of the few things I do to make things feel more like home.”

He thinks about that last statement “How long has it been?”

“About one year and 2 months since I’ve seen my home, and a year since I’ve arrived here on the Friday before school starts.” I try to change the subject to divert on the topic of the reason why I left “But enough of all that! You mentioned you wanted to plan other things with me?”   

We plan out some things, like christmas at the dorms and new years. I still didn’t tell them about my move out because I really wanted it to be like a surprise that I was suddenly gone. We finish up there and walk to some of the shops because I was part of a gift exchange with the girls and wanted to get the present out of the way. He held my purse and reached for the things I couldn’t reach, it was very sweet of him but it brought back those feelings that I buried away. When I was done, we decided to head back to the dorms.

“Wow those decorations are so pretty” I awed at the town square christmas decor. 

“They sure are” he gripped her hand a bit tighter as they walked toward the dorms “hey um, I need to tell you something.”

“Yea what is it?” I looked up at his face “Are you ok? you don’t look well.”

“I’m fine! It’s just that” he took a deep breath and eased into the topic “this is going to be hard to say but, I-”

I saw that he froze in place and I panicked a little “Tenya? Tenya!? Oh jeez�� I waved and snapped my fingers in his face to see if he can blink or something.

“Oh sorry was I disrupting something?” said a monotone voice behind me “thought I’d stop and say hello.”

I turn and see Shinso “Oh it’s you, hi” I waved as he walked closer “oh and congratulations on getting in the A class.”

“Thanks, but I really have to give you and Aizawa the credit for training me” he looked at Iida “so what’s going on here? you two dating?”

“Hm? no, we’re not” I laughed “we’re just hanging out.”

“Sure you are” he gave us the once over “I hold hands with my friends too.”

I look at our held hands, I get what he’s saying but I didn’t buy into the idea “He holds my hand so I don’t fall behind him in crowds or when he walks fast” I wiggle my legs “I got little legs that just want to have a nice stroll.”

He laughed “Alright alright you aren’t dating him” he leaned in closer to my face “so he won’t get mad if I did this.” He kissed my cheek and I turn pink faced and shy “he’s missing out, you’re so cute and soft, like a kitten.”

“Oh you flatter me too much” I diverted my gaze “but we should get going, everyone is going to worry.”

“I’ll lift the control then” he turned to Iida with his fingers in snap position “start talking about the weather once I snap my fingers.” he snapped and walked away.

“-do you think it will start snowing?” Iida starts talking like he wasn’t frozen in place for 5 minutes, I was impressed with his abilities.

“I hope it does!” I play along until we get to the dorms. I get a phone call from my parents and I excused myself to talk to them. He gets to his room and all the boys swarm him.

“Well? what did she say?” asked Midoriya “she looked so content when you both came in.”

Iida struggles to remember “You want to know something strange” he scratches his head “I don’t remember if I told her or if she said anything about it” he tries to piece it together as he walked in his room “I remember walking to the cafe, having a matcha latte and sharing the berry tart, going to the shops, looking at the town square decor then we were talking about the weather...now we’re here.”

“Are you kidding me?!” the boys collectively groaned.

“I don’t know how it just didn’t come up!” Iida rubbed his temples “I probably blacked out at the thought of it and changed the subject.”

The rest of the day went pretty normal but suspicions went high in Iida’s head. He tried to piece together the time frames of my departure and arrival, and when I first came in the class. It ate away at him everyday until it was it was 2 weeks before school started and I got a large package from my family.

“Wow Palma-san, thats a huge box!” gasped Kaminari “I wonder how much was the shipping on this.”

I dragged the box to the commons room “My mom told me it cost like $25 USD to ship this big boy over” I hover over the top to open the box “y’all ready for this unboxing?” I open the box and it was a mix of Christmas gifts, Birthday presents and Back to school supplies. “Oh my parents are so crafty, they lumped together Christmas, school supplies and my birthday presents all in one shipment. Look I got a normal backpack now, Oh they sent my pearls over- OMG IS THAT?” I grasped a wrapped box with the tag that said: From all the clowns, To a sad boi “AHH IT IS! They got me merch from the concerts I was going to go with them but couldn’t!” I pulled out a black sweatshirt with 2 skeletons on it from my favorite artist “I might actually cry yall, I have the best friends back home!” I finish up my unboxing and take my things to my room and the big box separate so I can reuse it when I move to the new dorm.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit strange” Iida asked Midoriya in the laundry room “that she didn’t go home for the holiday?”

“Hm? I don’t think it is” Midoriya sat on the counter, waiting for his washer to finish “what are you trying to say?”

“I mean that she’s free to go and visit home and had plenty of time over this school break. On top of that, she hasn’t told us her birthday but yet she says that her parents send her gifts for her 17th birthday? When is it? It’s not private information to tell someone their birthday!”

“Maybe she doesn’t like the attention? She always has a reason to keep things to herself.”

“Well whatever it is” he finishes folding his laundry “I’m going to find out.” Iida then investigates all the intelligence programs in the United States that train like their school. When the results turned up, it made less sense to him because there was 10 of them across the united states and one of them in their home state. He goes to confront her about it.

“Who is it?”

“Its Tenya”

“Oh uhh come in!” He walks in “sorry for the mess, I’m trying to see how I’m going to store everything.”

“It’s not a problem, um I wanted to ask something that’s been at the back of my mind for a while now”

“What’s the matter?” I asked concerned because his face was serious. He puts a stack of papers on my desk “what all this?” 

“Its a stack of all the Intelligence Programs in the United States with our rubric style.”

My stomach dropped and I got clammy, stay calm, maybe its not what it looks like “Oh? why are you-”

“Stop, Ita” he walks closer to where I was sitting “why did you leave home? And why here?”

I was cornered and I couldn’t talk my way out of this one “Why do you want to know? It’s none of your business.”

“When will you stop lying to me?” he said so sternly that I got scared “don’t you trust me? You can tell me anything! Nothing makes sense on why you’re here when there’s the same programs closer to home! What happened that made you come here?!”

I try not to cry “You want the truth? Sit down, it’s a lot to unpack.”

-Flash back to 2 years ago, USA, Southern Cali-

I turned 15 and finished my 1st year in high school, I had everything I ever wanted. I had few but good friends, a boyfriend, my own room, supportive parents, good grades and one of the most musically gifted students at the school. My life was so easy and happy that it seemed like it was dream. The one thing I had to worry about was the gang threat that was like the villains of the schools, but I’ve come to live with it and just lived life normally. I hid my copy quirk and used my other quirk for entertainment and chore purposes, as double wielding was frowned upon. It was fall when it all happened, I was getting ready for band practice when the gang set fire to the building I was in. I managed to get myself and my bandmates out to safety before the building collapsed with us inside. One of them was my boyfriend at the time, Humberto, I told him that I was going to go find my friends and teleport them to my house for safety and that he should run to his house to hide.

“NO! PLEASE ITA!” Humberto gripped my arm “we have to stick together! They said they’ll spare us!”

“And what about my friends!” I broke out of his grip “do their lives not matter to you!?” 

“I care more about you! I promised your parents you’d be safe in my care” he held on to me with tears in his eyes “you’re my soul mate, I don’t want to lose you!”  

I hugged him back and whispered “sorry love” and teleported him to the nearest street corner, and just in time because then the gunshots where heard. I ran to find them when I heard my band teacher scream in pain, he got shot and I saw him on the ground bleeding from his leg.

“No no no please! Don’t move I’ll-” I said as I ran up to him to teleport him to safety.

“Get away! he’s right there!” he begged me to flee “please, run!”

“Who’s here?” I turned to see one of my classmates in my grade, with a gun. It all clicked in my head that it was him that was the gang leader “It’s you isn’t it Johnny? You’re the leader.”

“Oh you’ve always been the smart one Ita!” he held his gun up “now step aside, I’ll spare you, I need to finish off this agent.”

I recklessly respond “HE’S NOT THE ONE YOU WANT” I pull my black wallet out of my back pocket to flash it really quick like I have a badge or something “ITS ME! I’M THE AGENT!”

Johnny looks at me with confusion but then shrugged “no matter, I’ll just kill you both.”

I didn’t give him time to pull the trigger as I rushed him and knocked the gun out of his hand. We fought as the school was in full panic and on fire, I use my copy quirk on him and saw that I copied his hidden fire quirk.

“You’re a double wielder too!” he said as he tried to break out of my chokehold “you have immense power that our society is suppressing! Join me Ita and you’ll have freedom to show your true strength to gain the respect of everyone! Isn’t that what you want? For everyone to stop pushing you around like their house servant?! For everyone to stop bullying you for dating a quirkless boy?!”

“YOU LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS!” I scream as I throw him on the ground “I’ll never join you! I don’t need power to succeed in this life!”

He levitates up “What a shame, as one telekinesis user to another, such godly power would’ve made you my equal in the chain of command.”

We fought more until I landed a hit on his spine that made him paralyzed but at the same time he shot me point blank in the abdomen. I laid there, bleeding out with everything on fire around me. One of his lackeys found him and they flew away, leaving me to die. I think to myself ‘this is it, this is the end of my life and it was all for nothing.’ I slipped out of consciousness to the sounds of sirens and screaming with my blood pooling around me. Next thing I saw was a bright light and thought ‘oh wow there is a heaven’ but then I gain full vision and saw I was in a hospital room with nurses and a man in a suit.

“She’s awake” said one of the nurses “vitals are normal, brain activity at normal function and breathing steady.”

“Where am I?” my mouth was dry and I couldn’t sit up “What happened?”

“Miss Palma, you are in a government controlled hospital in the Los Angeles area, not too far from your home” spoke the man in the suit “you are one lucky young lady to be alive right now, unfortunately you interfered with a government case. The man you protected was one of our agents sent to gain intel on the gang that has claimed most of your school district and expanding quickly. Since you did all that plus the target fled, we now have new problems.”

“My band teacher? An agent?” I thought out loud “is he ok?”

He then hobbles in with crutches “That was fuckin bullshit Ita! Why don’t you ever follow orders?!”

“I’m just glad you’re alive” I then remembered, my family “do my parents know I’m here?”

“Yes, I was told that you’re mother was having a meltdown in the hospital and they had to sedate her to suppress the telekinesis” he takes a look at his watch “it’s been about 2 hours since then, would you like to see them?”

I nod and they bring in my parents and siblings, they were tear stained and collectively sighed in relief that I was awake. “Pinche cabrona! Ya te rompistes” my mother ran up to my side “all you had to do was run home the moment anything happened.”

“What were you thinking!” my dad yelled at me, losing his composure “this isn’t like the cartoons mija, you can’t save everyone.”

“I wanted to save my friends but then I ran into this situation” I tried not to cry, I don’t think my body could afford to.

“Well now you are left with 3 options” the man in the suit sat in a chair and gestured everyone else to take a seat somewhere “Number one: You stay in so-cal and die. Number two: We relocate you and your family upstate under different names. Number three: We relocate your family and give them government protection under the circumstance that you leave the country to train as an agent.”

“Well, we’re going with the second option no?” my mother turned to my dad for his input.

“I choose number 3″ I spoke up “I want to protect them to lead a comfortable and happy life, away from all the violence and me.”

“Stupid what are you saying?!” my brother broke his silence “you can’t leave like that, what are the chances of them finding you again?”

“Are you sure Miss Palma?” the man raised an eyebrow “if you go with number 3, you can’t come back to the United States until all gang activity dies out or the group gets detained.”

“That’s fine by me” I look at my family “I won’t be a burden to you anymore. I promise I’ll work myself to be a better protector so I can come back ready to defend the ones I love the most.”

It was a hard time to convince my parents to let me go. But they did and the announcement that I was dead to the community back home shook them. I found out that the person that carried me to the ambulance was my boyfriend at the time and he saw me die in his arms as he begged them to save me. He was hit the hardest and so did my friends. At my funeral, I got them alone together in a room to let them know where I was headed and they got my secret on lock. On the night I left home, the house was empty of all of our personal belongings. Even thought the house was going to be a government owned and protected house, it just didn’t feel like home anymore. I had to leave before my family woke up so I don’t get the attention of anyone in my neighborhood. I held my dog as the government vehicle pulled up to take me and my few belongings.

“It’s time to say goodbye to him Miss” said an agent.

“Okay, I’ll be quick” I looked into my dog’s eyes, he knew I was going to be gone for a long time “good bye my sweet little muffin, please protect them wherever they end up. I’ll miss you the most, I love you.” I teleport him inside the house and I heard him whine and bark as I got in the car. It was one of the most grueling weeks of my life, I had limited contact with my parents and I was always moved around so I never knew where I was going to end up. They sent me to Austria for 2 and a half weeks to do basic so I’d have a chance wherever I apply to go. UA got to me first and allowed me into the late enrollment for intel. They flew me out same day of receiving the news, a caseworker found me housing and I moved in 3 days before school started.

-flashback end, back to current scene-

Iida looked at me with horror as the tears poured out of my eyes and I tried not to lose my composure. “I...I don’t know what to say” he stood up to hold me “I’m sorry I tried to pry something so traumatic out of you I didn’t-”

I push him away “Tenya you don’t understand, I don’t want your apologies” I wiped my tears “I don’t want to be here! I want to go home, I want to go to normal high school, I want to hang out with my friends, I want this nightmare to end!” I wasn’t holding back anymore “I hate my situation, and sometimes I wish I was never born or had quirks! Now I’m just some dead teenager that died trying and that leader is still out there. But I’m trapped here, I’m trying to be happy with what I got left and it’s fucking impossible to be happy for more than 1 hour at a time.”

Iida tries to reach out to me “But don’t beat yourself up” I reject his hand “I’m sorry I ruined your good mood with my nosiness, I feel terrible that I’ve been a big source of your stress and tears” he tries to think of something to bring me back to my good mood “lets uhh go and-”

“I want to be alone” I disrupt him “sorry Tenya, I just need to recuperate on my own.”

“Please don’t push me out again” he begs “I don’t want to see you locked in and push us away, I want to help.”

“I don’t need a hero Tenya” I levitated him and opened my door “I need time on my own.” I tossed him out and locked my door.

“Iida-kun what happened?” Shoji asked as he helped Iida up “she sounded sad.”

“I’ve made a big mistake” Iida exhaled hard “I ruined our friendship.”

Hours pass and I don’t leave my room and everyone is starting to worry. 

“It’s past dinner time, she’d be out by now” worried Kirishima.

“Somebody has to go check on her” said Ojiro “I’ll go give a courtesy knock.” He walks over and knocks “Palma-san, It’s Ojiro. knock once if you’re in there, we just want to see if your good.” He waits for the knock, no knock “Palma-san? I’m opening the door.” He opens the door to find nobody inside, he runs into the commons room “SHES GONE!”

“Its been hours! she could be anywhere!” Momo stood up “check all the rooms, I’ll run to the intel dorms and check her car.”

Meanwhile, I’m on the roof of the dorms, bundled up with a tea latte, some snacks and a joint. At this point, I’ve been up on the roof for 2 hours to wait out everyone to go to bed. I hear the faint sound of my name being shouted as I take a sip of my drink. The heavy footsteps of somebody running on the walkway of the dorms made me curious, it was Momo running in the intel dorms. I guess they found out I wasn’t in my room I thought nobody knows I’m up here tho so they’re just wasting there time. I almost finish my joint when Aizawa comes up to the roof.

“Ah, thought you might be here” he sat next to me “was it Iida boy again?”

“Yea” I sighed “he pried me for my backstory and I lost my shit.”

He sighed “Bad move on his end” he looked at my tear stained face “I won’t tell them you’re up here, come back down when you’re ready. And if you want to lay low and crash at the other dorms, thats cool too just let me know.”

“Thank you for understanding” I said as he turned to go back to the others. I thought about what he said and I teleported to the intel dorms. “Ayo putos” I said as I appeared on the couch.

“Oh shit bitch” flinched Yuka “one of the hero kids was just here looking for you.”

“Yea I know, they got in my business and I lost my shit” I said as I took off my puffy jacket “So I have a chaotic idea, gather around.”

Everyone came to the living room to hear my idea, which was basically we go backpacking for 2 days somewhere since my Jeep was built that type of stuff. Mimi, Jin and Hansai were in and we made plans to leave in the morning. I teleport back and start packing for my mini trip. I left a note on my door and let Aizawa where I was going. I left at 7am to backpack and Aoyama was the first one to read the note at 8:30am. The whole experience was nice and it snowed when we got back. I walk up to my room and everyone saw that I came back.

“Sorry to have worried you all” I meekly said “where’s Iida?”

“He’s in his room” Sato pointed down the hall “he’s been worried every since you tossed him out of your room.”

“I thought that might’ve happened” I walk over to his room and knocked.

“I said leave me alone!”

“Well if you put it that way” I said before teleporting in “I’m back Tenya, did you miss me?”

He got wide eyed “You’re back! I did miss you!” he stopped himself from hugging me, remembering what happened last time “um how was your little trip?”

“I had fun, it really cleared my mind” I stretch my back “my back on the other hand, kinda stiff.”

“If I may, give you a back rub?” he asked gently.

“Nah I mainly came here to ask for a hug.”

“Then I shall give you one” he came in for the hug and saw my bag was packed to the max with something “what did you bring back from your trip? Your bag is almost bursting.”

I didn’t break away from the hug “a bunch of oranges and kumquats” I said so casually like that was a normal thing to do “the produce markets where I went were outdoor and had a bunch of diverse fruits. I bought as much as I could stuff in my bag.”

He starts laughing “You never cease to surprise me every time you come back from your shenanigans” he pulls away slightly to look at me “never change Ita, also can I have one?”

“I thought you might say that hehe” I opened my bag and he saw bags of oranges, mandarins and kumquats “here, take as many as you’d like.” We chat a little more then I teleported back to my room. Everything where it should be. I take a look at my calendar, just a week and a half until school starts. I am very much excited for what this year will have in store for me.

-End Chapter 21-

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