#bnha midnight

[habken]

midjoke <3

[luxthestrange]

BNHA Incorrect quotes#12 Shipper-

Secretary!Y/n: So… me and shouta kissed-

Nemuri*shatters mug in her hand*

Secretary!Y/n: HOLY FUCK ARE YOU OKAY???

Nemuri*Who has been shipping you two introverts for...years* Just bleeding~ Keep talking- I wanna hear every detail

part 3 of:

[ael-draw]

I've made some little design with these four, I think they could be pretty cool as acrylic charms, stickers or t-shirt design 👀

[pls, do not repost this on other platforms ;;]

[anas-platyrhyncos-cubed]

bnha "Rooftop Squad" as ducks

[multi-phantom]

I miss my wife (dead female character who didn't get enough screen time and was massacred by the fandom)

[duxearlier]

FATED LOVE

< aizawa shouta x reader >

Synopsis: After graduating u.a, y/n l/n left Japan to pursue their career in America, leaving all of their friends behind. Few years later, they finally return and the first person they see is no other than their ex-boyfriend Aizawa Shota bringing back some old feelings that they never thought would come back.

warning: Spoiler warning, swearing, yelling, bullying.

genre: Ex lovers to lovers, angst, hurt, fluff, lots of lots of hurt tho-. It does get better at the end. I promise. 

taglist: closed

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PROFILES

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHARTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

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[heronoegg]

Class A and Class B in our AU pt 2 + some teachers

[candlecoo]

First can I say that I adore your blog the ideas and fanart are amazing!

If possible could I use some of your ideas for fanfics. I will make sure to say that they belong to you.

Also test the limits au: imagine after getting the kids the staff has a vague idea of their quirks so they don't know what the kids can really do.

And one day they have a heated discussion which leads to Snipe accidentally firing his gun and they hear a thump. They turn around only to find Izuku on the ground in a puddle of blood not moving. Cue for panick and shrieking because they killed one of their wards.

Meanwhile Toru and Denki are completely calm, not understanding what is wrong and are trying to tell the adults that Izuku will wake up in a bit

I actually had a similar idea to yours, so here's how I planned for the UA staff to find out the true extent of the kids quirks.

the kids had decided toto explore on of the mock cities not knowing it was one that was designed for the buildings to be unstable or for training in uncertain conditions. they were playing heroes and Izuku falls... from at least five stories up.

let's just say it isn't a pretty sight when the teachers find them again...

[zoopzopp]

Hiii!

I love your art<3

Midnight in nightmare? (I miss her so much)

thank you!! heres miss midnight beloved <333 I also miss her sm ToT

send me characters and colour palettes from here to draw them in!!!

ko-fi || commissions

[eraserheadswatching]

izuku and aizawa qoutes part 9!

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aizawa: You’d be stupid to lay a hand on me.

Izuku : Oh, you’d be surprised how much stupid shit I do.

aizawa : I'm not. I have to deal with it afterwards!

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Izuku : I know every song to ever exist it doesn't matter if it's from the past, present or the future.

midnight : Oh yeah? Then continue this.

midnight : I don't cook I don't clean-

Izuku : So let me tell you how I got this ring.

Izuku & midnight : .....

Izuku & midnight : GOBBLE ME, SWALLOW ME-

aizawa and the other ua teachers watching in horror : what the actual fuck.

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aizawa: An Apple a day keeps the Doctor away kid.

Izuku sleep deprived : An Apple a day can keep anyone away if you throw it hard enough sensei

aizawa : Oh....

class 1a : oh oh...

the league of villains : I'm scared...

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Izuku texting the heros and student chat again at 1am

brokenbones : Just so everyone knows, don't ever try to climb a tree at night carrying a strobe light, owls DON'T like it.

sleepingbag : ...what happened?

brokenbones : I made a VERY bad mistake.

IamNOThere:.... young midoriya wtf

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aizawa lost of hope : Izuku , I need some advice.

Izuku mixing redbull and coffee into a 5 hour shot drink : You need advice from ME?

aizawa: Yeah, frightening, isn't it?

izuku nodding : mhm.... who died?

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aizawa, ordering Starbucks: Hey, I just got my heart broken, what do you recommend?

Izuku , who’s running the drive thru: …

Izuku : Tequila.

aizawa shocked : PROBLEM CHILD?

izuku : hey sensei

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[ferretsarefurryappendagedsnakes]

[thenumberonelistener]

Teen Mic/ Zashi with braces

bc i feel like he had them and im right /jk

his teeth are like super straight (and given lines, like Toshinoris) even when theyre front facing and i know thats not much but just go with me bc not everyones is drawn like that

He'd definetly have neon bands at some point just because

all the colors, actually, except black, white, or grey. NO NEUTRALS. this is a MAXIMALIST BOY

the first time he used his quirk with them on, the metal moved and got warped from the force of the soundwaves and he had to get them fixed.

probably covered his mouth a bit until he regained confidence because it took him like 3 days to go from "ugh i hope no one calls me Train Tracks" to "OH ITS JUST MORE BLING! hell yeah!"

Aizawa probably didn't mention anything to him other than a "oh you got braces" and a reminder to make sure he took care of them after eating or whatever. Also might try to scare him with the idea of headgear.

aizawa getting a cut on his lip the first time they tried to kiss with the braces-

Nemuri knowing exactly where Aizawa's lip cut is from

Oboro would probably poke fun at him just a little but not being mean more trying to get him more comfortable with it

ANGST

if ur the type of person to headcannon that Zashi had to wear a quirk muzzle or something as a kid bc his family didn't like him being loud, i have 2 words for you. Braces. Ziptie.

rb with more ideas thank you <3

[ael-draw]

Animal Crossing pro hero edition 🌱

I've really enjoyed making them, it was sooo relaxing 😌

Hope you like them as much as I do 👉👈

(pls, do not repost on other platforms ;;)

[tobegiggledat]

To Live at Her Alter

18+ CONTENT AHEAD MINORS DNI

✦pairing: Midnight x Villain!Reader

✦word count: 2.5k

✦warnings: BDSM, reader has a pussy, service sub!reader, orgasm control, body writing, oral sex, pussywarming? kinda, degradation, humiliation, suffocating/choking (non-sexual), self-harm, attempted suicide, implied enemies to lovers

✦a/n: when the ovulation hits and and

“To live by my Mistress is to serve her with every breath.” Utterance of the mantra webs tingles across your lips, the warmth clinging to your cheeks, then your sternum and chest as it snaps beneath your skin.

“To cherish her presence with my undeserving body”, you add while displayed before the woman you worship. Your torso is a stiff perpendicular plane to your folded knees. Your walls flex subtlety around the grooves of the toy you've been ordered to warm with your cunt, making squelchy whispers in a wet plea for respite. “And to uphold her values as a vessel of her will.”

A well-manicured hand is held to your lips and as your mouth relishes the brief taste of her skin you feel fortunate to be graced with the opportunity to give it—her your praises.

What led to your current circumstances was nothing short of several strings of miraculous events. Your quirk is a much deadlier version of hers, and with less shortcomings, so why is it you submit despite the upper hand you hold?

The answer is simple. In the tides of battle, she prevailed over you like an ice cube somehow withstanding the flames of a gas fire. Even then, her victory was no stroke of luck, you’re sure of it.

She’s your superior in every way, and as her palm closed around your throat amidst her triumph, you could only gape while wrestling away your thoughts of admiration. You'll always be glad she was able to make use of someone like you.

“Delicious”, Nemuri purrs. You think she says it with a smile as your gaze remains planted beneath her, where it should always remain. “And what of my other orders, pet.” The tip of her maroon high heel burrows between your legs to slightly part them. “Show me how well you follow instructions.”

“Of course, Mistress.”

Your thighs peel like damp tape, a turbulent shiver striking your veins as the cool air mingles with the dampness clinging to your flesh. Throbbing and inflamed, your poor clit nearly seeks her touch for stimulation but your conscious mind fights against it.

“My, I do love it when you make a mess.” One of her delicate giggles makes its way into the air. “Your body's begging for release but I'm sure you can hold out for a little longer. Isn't that right?”

“As long as you wish, Mistress.”

“Good because I heard some news about you today that really soured my desire for generosity”, she says with a curtness. You're tempted to risk her scolding just to catch a brief glimpse of the expression that accompanies her words. “You've earned yourself another badge. Show me your neck.”

You slip your head upward baring your skin yet closing your eyes so as not to insult her. A faint shuffling sound comes from above you before a cool pointed tip glides along your skin, forming arches and lines that resemble letters. Your breathing fails to flow properly throughout the course of her penmanship which seems to stretch on agonizingly.

“Open”, she demands while handing you her compact mirror and your throat stings at what's written;

IDIOT, carved below your chin in bold, ragged letters with a black tattoo marker. The ink won't wash away for days but it's part of what you usually enjoy about it especially when Nemuri would graffiti your body in syrup-sweet nicknames with curly, elegant letters and silly little hearts. On those days you wish it were ingrained in your cells, but today you want to scrape at your neck until it's raw.

“What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry for being an idiot, Miss”, your voice is watery as gulp back tears.

“You’re more than an idiot. You're lucky all the words I have for you can't fit on your neck.”

She finally sways away from the door she’s entered, discarding her hero attire each step of the way to her chambers. You clumsily crawl after her as if a hastily built table granted the ability to move, swiping at each article of clothing to toss them in their proper bin.

It takes everything in you not to shriek your next words. “What is it that you heard—”

She jerks toward you, stopping in her tracks then sighing. “I’ll get to that eventually”, she answers, wrapping ribbons of her violet strands into a sloppy bun then stepping into her garage-sized bathroom. “But first…” She gestures expectantly toward a tray of amenities on a concrete, raised slab beside her shower—a tray you organize for her daily.

“Thank you, Miss”, you reply although your gratefulness to attend to her body is tainted by the sinking horror of what awaits you once the task is complete. You begin to gnaw your bottom lip to a bleeding meaty sliver as your stomach shuffles its contents.

As she hovers idly, skin illuminating under the harsh glow of the fancy lamplights, you run the water until it reaches her desired temperature then lather a few pumps of body wash on a rag. The sweet cherry taffy aroma wafting through the damp air is so thick you salivate. Her body is already soaked and glistening by the time you’re finished savoring the candy scented soap.

“May I?”, you ask, bringing the well-coated cloth near her flesh in anticipation.

“You may.”

You begin your ministrations at her feet, slowly working your way up her legs and thoroughly massaging the slippery fluid into her pores and making sure not to miss spots.

Such a small element of routine allows your worries about your future punishment to temporarily drift away from the forefront of your mind. It's best to focus on the task at hand or else you'll only create a deeper pit for yourself, you think. Dread continues to linger in the hidden crevices of your heart yet your thoughts of it flux with the strokes of the cloth, becoming distant as you move downward and returning to your conscience as you creep near her lower lips. The sight of her alluring slit has always been grounding for you.

It's only when Nemuri huffs that you realize you’ve been sweeping along the same leg for a while.

“Someones working extra hard to make up for things”, her voice laces with the steam, a hint of mischief etching its way into her tone. “I’m sure that area’s clean enough already.”

“It's not like that, Mistress. I’m merely doing what I’m meant to.”

When you reach her sex, she dismisses you to take over the scrubbing herself as reaching the rest of her would require you to relinquish your kneeling position. Well-trained property is never to be above or beside their betters unless given explicit permission so you crawl to fetch her towel and wait outside the foggy glass doors until she finishes up.

Once she’s done drying, she paces to her closet then embellishes her body in a black, lacy babydoll dress, the ruffles parting alongside her legs as she perches on the edge of her bed in a welcoming position.

“Come, your mouth will do nicely.” She shuffles her hips to beckon you.

“Yes, Miss. Thank you, Mistress”, you eagerly whimper before slipping between her like a puzzle piece and humming more thanks into her warmth as if giving prayer to your deity before your meal.

You leave a path of suckling kisses along the expanse of her sex, making slow and appreciative work of your lips as the feel of her slick, warm folds clouds you with crazed desire. You don’t mean to be a tease but it’s hard not to take your time with the delectable display presented to you, your unworthiness makes it all the more forbidden fruit.

When her rich, addicting flavor hits your tongue, your palette seizes with delight, taking in the earthy tones that envelope your senses with the zeal of a starved beast. Dark, glossy nails prick your scalp, scraping for balance while your nose meshes with the trail of curls poking around her clenching cavern.

A sharp pain goes through the top of your head and you hiss. “No licking, dear”, she eases her nails out of your flesh. “I only want your mouth there, nothing else.”

Her request is like asking a cheetah not to pick at fresh meat. Despite your wishes to indulge the gorging your soul craves, your mouth stills the instant she orders it to.

She acts as if you aren't gathered by her knees as she scratches and scribbles in the journal on her nightstand—the contents of which you've always longed to peer into.

You cling your lips to her as if she's what is needed to pump your lungs to life. Her thighs tenderly embrace your cheeks, squeezing softly in tandem with the strokes of her pen and the brush of your breaths across her cunt. Your own hole feels neglected compared to the lavishing you thrust upon her opening.

Muffled gasps crawl up your throat as you shift to ease the tickling in your core, eyelids shuttering with intense need yet frustration.

“Look at you, so ready and willing”, Nemuri coos, taking in the view of your drooling lips and glazed-over eyes. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

You nod amidst the mindless, obedient haze that washes over you whenever you serve her, but she pinches your ear to get you to use your words. “Yes, Mistress.”

“That's too bad”, she mocks. “I'm afraid this is all you’ll get for now.” She shoves you away and you look as if you were a kicked puppy.

She merely chuckles at that, making you jolt at the vibrations of the boisterous noise before her energy resets to normal. “Enough of that, about the news I mentioned earlier…” She folds one of her knees beside her and clenches her fingers tightly around it. “The hero you and your cronies captured wasn’t at the location you gave me. Your men must’ve gotten word of your survival and made a run for it, what a hassle.”

“I’m deeply sorry for that, Mistress.” You swiftly place your head against the floor in a deep bow. “Please punish me for their transgressions. They’re foolish, but I’m even more so for ever being with them.”

The silence that instills is cold, much like the coolness of the tile pressing against your forehead.

“Your enthusiasm is enough, I’ve no need to punish you.” She pushes lightly at your shoulder with the tip of her nylon-clad foot, bringing you to raise.

“What does it mean to belong to me?” You feel a weight on your shoulder in more ways than one as her heel rests beside your neck.

“To live by my Mistress is to—” Her toes mash with your lips.

“No memorized platitudes, I want it straight…” Her foot slides to your chest. “from the heart.” She presses there harder with each word for emphasis.

“I’ll do anything for you—you know that, miss.”

“Oh, I believe it. We’re talking about me after all.” Her stockings rub along your slit and you moan, long and loud. “You'll take whatever I give you, won’t you? You're always so whiny and desperate, scrambling for scraps of my affection. I’d say it’s pathetic, but it’s even more sad it took you so long to realize this is your rightful place when you could've saved yourself the effort.” She nearly stomps on your cunt, yet hot shame fills you as you unconsciously thrust to meet her rough touch. “All villains fall to their knees for the heroes eventually.

Like a shriveled sponge, you absorb her merciless words as truth, for they are nothing less than the truth.

“You saved me”, you say sheepishly. “I’m grateful for you.”

“That I did, it’s good of you to notice.”

Your face warms with delight.

“Here’s the deal”, she continues. “In exchange for the hero’s safe return, your ex-allies want proof of your death. They're clearly out for vengeance now that their leader’s dipped to join the enemy and left them with the clean up. So what will you do?”

It's a test. She's unsure whether you'd betray her at the drop of hat. How could she not, considering the state you abandoned your old allies in?

The only way out of this is for you to die.

Your resolve hardens. You activate your quirk and a translucent bubble surrounds your head, allowing no air to enter nor exit. It’s a volatile ability. By focusing hard enough, you can create a bubble that fills with a clear gas that can stop a person from breathing. The bubble’s surface is sticky and difficult to penetrate or tear, while the gas inside it destabilizes the instant it leaves the bubble, therefore losing its effects.

You’ve casted domes as large as two story buildings, but the one you summon now exists only for you—only for your mouth, your nose and your lungs. It fits snugly around your skull, and despite the small size, your concentration wavers while maintaining it as lethargy seeps into your brain and your chest constricts with an ache for oxygen. You tumble to your back, clawing frantically at the base of the bubble with your right hand as if you weren't the cause of your own suffering.

How many seconds have passed? 10? 15?

No matter, the gas’ effects will take at least two times longer to take hold of you given your own innate immunity to it.

Your vision clouds with nonexistent shapes while your muscles feel as though they're brimming with ice. Nemuri’s figure appears over you as blotchy and shadow-like, but even in your near-death hallucinations she still exudes a presence much like a dark goddess, looming with a natural yet mesmerizing grandiosity.

A weight you recognize to be Nemuri, settles on your midriff, clasping around the sides of your waist and dampening your stomach with her bare arousal. A different touch, featherlight and fleeting, swipes down your thighs to massage the throbbing crevice between them.

It goes across your clit in abstract swirls and circles, dwindling your already weak concentration to almost nothing. Coupled with the sensitivity of your stuffed walls, it only takes a few sweeps over your nub before your arching into the feeling, limbs curling into your middle like a crumpled leaf and shivering violently.

Sharp, excruciating bliss consumes you, afflicting your nerves with raw and unfiltered sensations, but is swiftly torn away when you notice the bubble has burst.

You gasp, vacuuming every bit of surrounding air into your unoccupied lungs until you're dizzy—dizzy with nausea or satisfaction you're uncertain.

“I’m sssorryyy”, you sob. “I'll try again—”, a cough hacks its way up your throat.

Her fingers shove their way into your mouth and you taste your own fluids. “And risk losing my favorite pervert? That won’t do, I still have my uses for you.”

Teary-eyed and trembling, you meet Nemuri’s gaze despite your better judgment and remember why it was considered a privilege to look upon her.

“Thank you”, you whimper, softening at the impish curve of her full lips. “Thank you for saving me once more.”

She hums with a soft smile. “Now, for cumming without my permission…”

[your-paladin]

[simp-thingz]

How would midnight, mirko, hawks and aizawa react if they were out on patrol with their pro hero s/o and they ended up running into a villain who was their s/o's ex and is clearly not over them.

Mirko

Ex: Muscular, the asshole ex

-Well this was awkward, it was a great day to start. You even got assigned to do night patrols with Mirko. The two of you responded to a call that a large male suspect was making his way through the streets which was clear based on the loud crashing noises that were making their way towards the two of you. “What do you think it is?” you asked looking towards your partner who shrugged the muscles in her thighs tightening as you both prepared to face whatever was causing such damage. That was till the perpetrator was standing a mere six feet away seemingly frozen in place “y/n? The fuck are you doing out here??” A familiar voice asked as it finally registered “Got- Muscular, what the hell are you doing?” you demanded not expecting to come face to face with your ex-boyfriend as he caused a bit of late night mayhem “You know him h/c?” Mirko asked not relaxing as she watched the situation unfold “unfortunately yes” you rolled your eyes as he scoffed “unfortunately? Really y/n? That’s fucked up, but I’ll forgive you if you just come back so we can talk” he attempted to negotiate as you sighed. There was really no love lost on your end and no time for jealousy as Mirko slowly put the pieces together “Did y'all date?” she whispered leaning closer to you for clarification eyes narrowing on the much taller blonde “Not did, we still are” Muscular grunted as he made his way to move closer. “We broke up six years ago Goto” you hissed. There wasn’t much more that could be said as the conversation had distracted him long enough for backup to arrive and escort him off to the station. “You okay y/n?” Mirko asked after the two of you had changed to head home “yeah, don’t know why he can’t seem to let shit go though” you sighed, shaking your head as you and Mirko headed home hand-in-hand.

Midnight

Ex: Kurogiri, the secretly not so secretly still caring ex

-It wasn’t an interaction that lasted long but it confused Kayama to no end as she had watched one of Kurogiri’s gates save you from large masses of debris after a particularly long shift on patrol and tried to figure out how the hell a relationship would work with a dude basically made of smoke. Questions like  “wouldn’t you just pass through him??” and “did he at least mix a decent drink” were endless and that was before y'all found out he used to be Oboro’s corpse then the questions were more along the lines of “did you ever see a peek of Oboro’s corpse under all that smoke??”. The questions eventually stopped but you never told her about the smoke you’d catch moving in the corners of your vision on nights when you were out on patrol all alone. The casual random tie appearing seemingly out of nowhere draped over the couch that you could never quite place. They were just little things that you hadn’t really paid much mind to and therefore never quite thought to bring up to Kayama. But even the R rated hero could tell that he never quite got over the anomaly that was you and there were times where she even sympathized with him over the thought of losing you but couldn’t hide her smirk when she was alone thinking of all the things the two of you would be able to do together that he would never get the chance too.

Aizawa

Ex: Tomura Shigaraki, the desperate yet condescending ex

-He didn’t really care that you had dated the blue haired villain because you chose to become a hero in the end and you were his. Being in a relationship with Shigaraki wasn’t the healthiest thing for you at the time and it took a long time to get over all the things you had seen while with him and Shouta was always there to lend advice and comfort. It had been a calm shift with only a few small muggings and street thugs causing trouble for the two of you as you chatted about his day of teaching and just generally enjoying the clear night sky together as you walked the streets “HELP!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!” a voice yelled as a clearly distressed man came hurtling towards you “Hey, hey calm down, sir what’s wrong??” You questioned placing your hands on the man's shoulders as you caught Eraserheads confused gaze over his shoulder “Sir, can you tell me what happened?” you asked once more “t-there was this, this man. I wandered into this weird bar but I-I heard screaming. So much screaming. The next thing this light haired dude came out of nowhere with one of his buddies talking about disposing of a-a body….he spotted me and-” the obviously scared man started “You thinkin what I’m thinkin?” Aizawa asked from where he was standing as you nodded “alright, sir head home, the police station, just somewhere safe for now okay??” you looked at the civilian as he nodded, sweat beading at his forehead as you pushed him lightly in the direction behind you. Once he was gone you looked towards your partner “You think the light haired dude he was talking about was Shigaraki?” you asked as the dark haired man nodded “sounds like it, wanna go check it out?”. So there you stood, in a dark alley only mere feet away from the villain in question and his heavily scarred associate “y/n? Is that really you??” he asked. His voice cracking as Dabi waved casually at you as well “yes, and unfortunately for you I’m in no mood for small talk” you drawled as your partner stood on in the shadows remaining unseen as he waited for the chance to stop their quirks. “Come back to me please y/n, we don’t have to fight.” the man propositioned his eyes desperate despite the condescending tone he used as if he was talking to a small child “no. Despite you spamming my mailbox every other day I have no interest in a relationship with you or any villain” you huffed as if it should be obvious “y-you don’t mean that” Shigaraki said mainly to himself shaking his head “Yes I do. And soon enough I’ll-” you were about to continue but the sound of sirens sang out from close by as a portal of fog manifested behind the two outlaws and whisked them away with a promise of unfinished business.

Hawks

Ex: Dabi, the close friends after break up ex

-Man was SHOOK. He couldn’t believe that you, his wonderful, gorgeous, absolutely amazing s/o had been with his roasted friend. He almost didn’t believe it till he witnessed the two of you interacting with his own two eyes. It was nearly the end of patrol as the sky began to fade into darkness with the setting sun when the two of you ran into Dabi in a dingy alley. “Hey doll, how was work?” the scarred man asked with a smirk as you laughed “it was fine, do anything interesting today?” the two of you hadn’t ended on bad terms and had remained pretty close after the break up and whilst you had managed to move on the dark haired male would forever feel the loss of your presence. You may not have noticed the way the villains gaze lingered a little longer, a little softer but Keigo saw all of it as he stood their watching the two of you catch up “so bird boys’ your new boy toy eh?” Dabi laughed as you rolled your eyes “no Dabi, for the last time he’s my boyfriend not a toy” the blue eyed man narrowed his eyes at the winged man who held his gaze whilst gripping onto your waist with a fierce possessiveness that he hoped would tell the pyro to back off. You, somehow, were completely oblivious to what was going on between the two males as you continued talking about something that had happened earlier in the day. “Whatever ya say doll” Dabi finally broke eye contact with your boyfriend and rolled his eyes at you. Hawks took that break of eye contact as a small win as, without warning, he scooped you up and shot into the sky at a blurring speed “You okay Kei?” you asked running your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck as he flew “Yeah, just tired what do ya want for dinner?”

Overall I think they would all be adults about it and trust you to handle it even more so while on duty when there's no time to allow emotion to cloud a situation. Except Hawks, who will allow the little green monster on his shoulder to convince him against hanging around the arsonist. I hope you enjoyed this and thank you so much for the request :)