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[dessertpanda]

The World

A little Cutie Aged up Izuku x Fem reader, Something I had in drafts and redid.

Sexual context, cursing, nudity, kissing, All the norm!

"Izuku?" Y/N called out into the dorm. She was looking for him for a multitude of reasons: she was exhausted, she wanted to watch a movie, and she needed cuddles. She was slowly getting irritated. She had checked everywhere in the dorms, and there was not a single sign of her boyfriend anywhere. “Where the hell?”

" the damn nerds out training," Bakugo was taking up the entire length of the couch, a plate of peppers and blue cheese discarded on the floor. She huffed at his nickname for Izuku, rolling her eyes slightly even knowing that the two were far closer than they were.

" Ah Thanks, Kat!" She chuckled softly when he swiped at her hand which ruffled his hair as she walked by.

" have fun," he said waving as she left, With quick steps Y/N was making her way out the living area and to the elevator, saying hi to those she passed… which was quite a few people.

“ Oh Mineta, how are you?" She said seeing the small boy leaving his room.

" AH Y/L/N!?" he quickly grabbed his chest where his heart was, he was terrified of her. "S-sorry, I'm doing good," He said before he quickly darted in the other direction. No perverted comments, hell he refused to look the girl in the eyes… ‘don’t kill me,’ He was whimpering till he was out of her sight ultimately.

" What was that about?" She asked herself. Thankful that he never gooned over her but was still slightly confused as to why. “Meh, little creep probably knows better,” She shrugged before continuing her search.

Mini Skip

" IZUKU" Now that she was outside she started yelling for him. The night was warm and humid, the moister sticking to her skin the second the door opened, even her hair poofing because of it… “ugh, okay Maybe a bath too,” God was she thankful she was a third year… the Apartment-style dorms made her life so much better. A bigger room, a full bath and shower, and even a full balcony…. So much better than when they originally moved into the dorms. ‘Man, did the years fly…’ How long had it been since the war? Since her boyfriend lost his Quirk? Since she figured out she could save it… but at such a heavy cost. She was beginning to get lost in these woods and her thoughts. From the weeks of torture, she endured in exchange for saving him, subconsciously rubbing over the scars that remained. “He’s a hero… so it was worth every second,” and he never knew, only one person knew… the one who helped her through it. “Wonder how she’s doing,” She continued her wondering, avoiding tresses and roots that stuck out the ground.

" BABE! OVER HERE!" She quickly turned her head to find Izuku standing next to skinny All Might. Sweat dripped off his forehead and his arm compressions rolled down to allow his skin some air. He was slightly out of breath, looking like he had just finished a run.

" Oh, I'm so sorry I didn't know you were training training," She had assumed it was just him, not an All Might-driven training. “I would have just waited in the dorm,” Now she was slightly embarrassed for interrupting. “I mean normally I wouldn’t bother you in general but you’ve been gone for 4 hours by now and,” and Now she was rambling, her cheeks pink and her words stumbling.

" No No it's ok, I was just finishing," He said smiling. Lifting his shirt to wipe his sweat, his glory abbs being put on display. The years have done him good… real good.

‘Hehe, those are mine’ She couldn’t help the thoughts, especially when she was about to drag the man into the baths.

" Actually why not spare with Young Midoriya?” All Might's voice pulled her out of her dirty thoughts. “It would be great work for him and you!” He was so enthusiastic about the idea, that she felt bad turning him down but she’d rather not have sore breasts in the morning because she trained in a front clip bra.

" I would love to but I-I'm not exactly properly dressed," Y/N said gesturing to her to get up," The shirt she stole from Izuku was baggy and breathable, and the shorts that were hidden under the fit were also athletic… so All Might was having a hard time trying to find something wrong, Izuku was doing the same. He glanced over her body, not just her outfit. Having seen her in nearly every clothing item in her closet he could tell exactly what the issue was.

" Oh I understand Y/N,” Izuku chuckled softly, ‘Front clip bra,’ He made a mental note that she was in a good kinda mood, “Yeah, defiantly not a good idea to train like that… too many risks,” He knew how easily it was for those type to come unclicked… considering he’s unsnapped it so many times before. “Maybe tomorrow!" Izuku chuckled, moving quickly to gather his items, wanting to get back asap. “Welp, Bye All Might! See ya Tommow!” He was already moving, placing his hand on Y/N’s lower back and gently pushing her toward the dorms.

“Ah, Right!” His sudden hurry confused both Y/N and All Might, “I’ll see you two tomorrow!” He waved softly as they continued walking…. Until Izuku made a quick turn around, running over to whisper something to his mentor.

" She’s not wearing a good bra,” His face was flushed when he spoke, but he felt so guilty leaving without an explanation. “Okay… Bye!” He was gone before the man even had a chance to respond.

All Might stood there for a second … very confused and concerned." How did he?" he mumbled to himself. He only shook his head and started to head towards the dorms, now with a mission to keep from another transfer, " I hope he remembers it's transferred by DNA" He whispered to himself, before taking a quick detour.

Minny Time Skip

"Ahhh That's nice," Izuku sighed as he sunk deeper into the tub. Once back, he wasted no time in running back to his dorm and getting a bath started. He leaned his head back against the wall, arms resting on the side of the porcelain.

" you can say that again," Y/N cuddled closer to her boyfriend's chest, her bare back on perfect display for him, especially with her hair pulled up. She enjoyed the physical contact… and the sacrifice he was willing to boil in her preferred water temperature.

“Hmm,” He moaned softly, moving one of his arms to wrap around his waist, pulling her closer… “Y/N,” using his other hand, he gently took her chin, pulling her head back so he could kiss her lips.

“hehe,” She giggled softly as his hand genlty squeezed her neck while he peppered her lips with kissed.

"Mm Could do this all day," Slow and methodical he moved down her face, leaving open-mouthed kisses down her jaw, stopping periodically to nip at her skin. "So soft," He groaned, now gently trailing the back of her neck.. leaving small bruises in his wake moving his hands back down towards her stomach.

"Zuku," She groaned, his hand continue moving lower,

"yeah I know love, I can read you like an open book," He chuckled, "From the clothes you had… to the look in your eyes," He whispered into her ear. "You needed me yeah? Did I leave my girl unattended for too long?" His tone was breathy… lustful… yet apologetic, as if he realized he had been gone for so long.

"Please… Zuku," She moaned, gripping his wrist tightly as he gently grazed her inner thigh.

"Shh, Shh I know baby," So different from years ago…. from the shy boy to the hulk of a man. "Trust me?"

"Of course… Of course" She could feel him teasing, his fingers just circling,

"Ready?"

"Please,"

"Okay, Oka…"

Knock Knock They both froze… that was the main dorm door…" Young Midoriya are you in there?"

"Fuck…" Izuku whispered, quickly removing his hands and making his way to get out. "it's All Might," he said under his breath. Pushing himself out of the tub, he was careful not to disturb Y/N too much… "babe I'm so sorry," He huffed reaching for a towel. He felt so bad… he was so close to having a perfect night… and now the mood was completely destroyed… he was embarrassed. Leaving her there… unsatisfied… again.

"Zuku, Love you're fine," She giggled at his sad and red face. "We can continue later… it could be important," Now standing herself she gratefully accepted the towel he handed to her, ringing out her hair before wrapping it around her waist. "Not like its that hard to get me back in the mood," Watching as Izuku was already dressed in a pair of boxers and his black sweats tied around his waist.

Knock Knock "Young Midoryia?"

"COMEING!" He looked at her one more time, offering an eye-roll before rushing to open his door, forgetting about a shirt. "Sir? Sorry! I was in the shower!" His hair was still dripping slightly and his face was flushed.

"Right! I apologize for the sudden…" All Might glanced up at a perfect time to see Y/N walking out of the bathroom, dressed in a baggy shirt and sweats…with a towel wrapped around her head. " Y-Young L/N?" He asked looking just behind Izuku, his eyebrow raised the slightest bit… Quickly putting the two and two together… 'A bath…TOGETHER??' Oh was he glad he decided to remind him of the transfer.

" good evening All Might" Y/N greeted with a smile, making her way toward the door,"

" D-did I interrupt something?" he asked looking between the two. Watching as Izukus face only got darker in shade.

" No, no, of course not we were just gonna watch a movie." She replied with a smile. " But if you need to talk to Izu, I'll go grab snacks while you do" She left no time for questions or rejections, as she was already down the hall and into the common room.

" E-everything ok Sir" Izuku was concerned that something had happened or he had done something wrong… especially if All Might was visiting him this late into the evening.

" No everything is fine my boy but I uh I just wanted to make sure that you remember how One For All is transferred?" He cut straight to the chase… no beating around the bush… especially now with the interaction that just occurred.

" Yes Sir, through DNA correct? Is there another way?" He asked with a slight head tilt. His now damp curls moving to frame his face… looking so innocent…

' God why am I doing this' All Might questioned himself. " W-Well I know that you and L/N are very close and dating, I just wanted to make sure that you know," He said making a small hand gesture.

" Oh OH! " Izuku's face lit up like a fire. " I can't transfer it unless I want to tho right?" Now he was concerned… He was racking his brain with old info about transferring… "If I remember the stain incident,"

" Yes yes but…" He hesitated… weighing his words carefully, "Just be careful ok? I'm sure she could handle it but just make sure ok?" His tone was still laced with concern… knowing Y/N did a lot to return his quirk to him… 'Don't give it up'

" Yes Yes of course" Izuku nodded his head, "I promise Sir, I have complete conrtol!" All Might only shook his head, showing his trust in him.

" Kat stop!" They both looked down the hall as Y/N and Bakugo walked down it, Bakugos hand reaching into the bowl of popcorn she carried. "Isn't it passed your bedtime, Old Man!?" She slapped his hand away, to which he responded with his hands up in a surending position, before backing into his dorm door.

"Alright Alright, Just wanted a snack," He huffed, opening his door and flipping her off while closing it.

"Prick," She muttered while sticking her tongue out at the closed door, before turning back to continue down the hall, " Sorry, am I back too soon?" she asked while fixing the bowl.

" No Not at all you two enjoy, see you tomorrow" All Might said as he walked stared down the hall. A soft wave and good night leaving his lips as he went…

"Everything Okay?"

"Y-Yeah!" His face was flushed… not even looking her in the eyes, 'Damn It Izuku… you've been dating for 2 years!' He couldn't… not after All Might basically told him to use protection.

"Zuku?" His sweat dropped at her sweet tone… "Zuku, Please?""

'Nooooo'

Minny time Skip.

Partway through the movie, it was long forgotten… It simply became background sound as Izuku lay on Y/Ns chest, kissing any exposed skin he could. "Mhm, Zuku," She could feel him tugging her shirt lower, the shoulder hang was only getting lower with each tug.

"Y/N," He was desperate… clinging to her for any type of signal… any go-ahead to ravage her…

" Izu please," She whimpered softly, his teeth now nibbling on her collarbone, " I love you," she said genitally running her hands through his hair, pulling him closer by his roots.

" I love you too Y/N" he muttered, moving himself to hover above her… simply admiring her form for a moment.

"Izuku?"

"Yes, yes Baby?"… God did he sound desperate.

" When we get older and become Heroes, can we have kids?" Her question was innocent but yet… it sparked something in him… something… that would definitely go against what All Might just advised him. She could audibly hear him gulp, still staring down at her.

"Y-you want k-kids with me?" he asked with a red face, but his eyes held a different emotion.

" Yes i-is that ok?" She knew his answer… but seeing him like this, she couldn't help but tease a little.

"Y/N I love you so much, we will have as many kids as you want," He spoke, before lowering himself, his body weight trapping her against the bed, "whatever you want… It's yours," He muttered, capturing her lips, hands already trailing up her shirt, squeezing her soft curves as he went. "Anything…"

" Thank you," She was breathless, trying to keep up with his movements, "thank you…"

" Even if I have to give the world to you, I'd do it" He pulled back to look at her eyes, the emerald green almost glowing in the dark… "In a heartbeat… It'd be yours,"

(One of my Favorite I've redone... Its kinda cool to see how much your own work can improve!)

[lotsofbugeyes]

✮⋆˙Ink stained || MHA x OC || Series

A/N: Hi everyone!! this is my first fanfic on here, and i've had this OC for a while so i decided to write abt her. I'm also uploading this on wattpad so you can go check it out on there! my user is

@ lotsofbuges

enjoy!

1k words:

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Prologue

The city never slept—not in this part of Musutafu.

Sirens howled in the distance, tires screeched against pavement, and somewhere nearby, a dog barked like it was fighting off the end of the world. Neon signs from the convenience store across the street flickered through the crooked blinds, painting the apartment walls red, then blue, then back to that gray that settled deep into Shoko's bones.

The apartment smelled like dust, instant noodles, and the curry she was stirring—sweet, spicy, and a little burnt. She hadn't meant to burn it. But her mind had wandered again.

The room was quiet except for the simmering pot.

Behind her, the door to the back room stayed shut. A heavy presence. A warning.

She didn't need to check if he was still in there.

Her father never left unless it was to drink or work a shift. Lately, it was more drinking than working. His steel-toed boots were still parked by the door, mud-caked, scuffed, and always facing out, like they were ready to walk away at any moment.

He hadn't spoken to her since last night. Not really. Just grunted something about the "damn noise" when Ren had tripped over a chair.

Shoko stirred faster.

A drop of black grime slipped from her fingertips and sizzled on the burner. She flinched. The tendril retreated instantly into her palm like a scolded creature.

She hissed under her breath. "Calm down..."

The grime only ever leaked when her emotions spiked—and tonight, they were all over the place. Tomorrow was the U.A. entrance exam. Her future. Her shot at making everything better—for Aoi and Ren.

The thought barely had time to settle before—

"SHOKOOOO!"

Aoi's voice shrieked from the hallway.

Footsteps thundered toward her. Shoko braced herself.

"He's doing it again!" Aoi whined, skidding into the kitchen with wild black hair and a pajama shirt that hung off one shoulder. Thin, silken threads of ink trailed behind him, sticking to each surface of the floor. 

"Ren's making spikes on the walls again!" 

"They're going to look cool just wait a sec!" Ren called out as he stomped in, hands in his pockets like he wasn't just sharpening a hazard into the drywall. Thick black shards forming from his fingertips—crystallized grime that looked like broken glass, each edge gleaming in the flickering kitchen light.

Shoko sighed as she pressed two fingers to her temples.

Peace and quiet. I just wanted one night of peace.

"You both promised no quirks inside."

Aoi's quirk shrunk immediately. Ren clicked his tongue but let the shards crumble to ash in his hands. 

"Sorry..." Aoi mumbled, his eyes big and apologetic.

Ren just muttered, "Forgot."

'Fuck' Shoko thought. She cant handle their puppy eyes...

She knelt down to their height, her hands on their shoulders.

"I'm not mad," she said softly. "Its just.. You know how thin the walls are. If he wakes up..."

Their expressions darkened. Shoko didn't finish the sentence. She didn't have to. They all knew what "if he wakes up" meant as they had enough pained memories to fill their busy brains. Shoko sighs once more, looking back at their makeshift meal then back at her brothers.

"Why don't you two go finish your cartoons? Dinner's almost ready."

Aoi nodded eagerly with a smile on his face. Ren began following after Aoi before hesitating to speak again,

"Sho...?" It sounded almost too quiet to be a whisper but Shoko hummed in response, continuing to stir their dinner. 

"You're... you're still going right?  To the hero school?" 

She blinks and smiles, turning off the heat to the stove and grabbing their bowls. "Of course i'm still going"

Ren fidgeted. "You won't... change your mind?"

Shoko froze for a heartbeat. That's what he's scared of. That I'll give up again. That I'll get stuck here. Like him.

She smiled gently, turning to him and ruffling his hair. 

"I'm going, dummy. I have to. You guys need me to. I'm gonna pass that exam and become a hero, just watch."

That seemed to settle him, Ren finally smirked. They shuffled back toward the living room, bickering about whether pro heroes ate snacks before battle. Then—three knocks on the back door.Right on time. Shoko wiped her hands on the sides of her pj pants and pulled open the door, the chain still locked just in case. 

There, stood Fumikage Tokoyami, Hood up, Red eyes half-lidded with the same quiet presence he'd always had since they were little.

"Hey bub," she said, unlocking the door. "Took ya' long enough."

"Dark Shadow insisted we stop for mochi," he replied, stepping inside, taking off his hood. 

"We did not," Dark Shadow growled beside him. "It was YOUR craving!"

Shoko couldn't help but laugh as she raises a hand to pet dark shadow.

"Still dramatic as ever, huh?"

Tokoyami didn't answer, but the corners of his mouth twitched. That was enough.

"Tokoyami!" Aoi called, launching himself at him and nuzzling into the older boy's cloak. "You brought snacks?!"

As soon as his name was called, Ren  came racing through the kitchen, nearly slipping on the tile. He instantly slams himself onto Tokoyami's leg gripping all fours around it. 

"Hey bird brain!" Ren teased, trying to look up at the bag. "What's in the bag? Pro hero gear? secret weapons? More weird poems?" 

"Its mochi" Tokoyami reply's in a monotone voice, holding the bag out of Rens reach. 

"Is it cursed?" Aoi asked hopefully, still entwined in Tokoyami's cloak. 

Dark shadow groaned, putting a dark hand over his face, "He's doing it again"

"Ren... Aoi," Shoko warned lightly, grabbing the bowls from the counter. "Let the man breathe"

"What? Im just testing his reflexes!" Ren grinned, stepping off Tokoyami's leg "Gotta make sure he's hero material!" He flexes his fist and grins.

"Your methods are questionable," Tokoyami mutters as he finally slips off his boots and his coat and makes his way towards the sofa.  

 as they all settled in the living room soon after—twins on the floor, Shoko curled on the couch beside Tokoyami, bowls of slightly-burnt curry in hand.

For a while, everything felt normal.

Safe.

Even the lights, constantly flickering overhead, didn't feel as harsh. The walls didn't press in quite so tightly. With Tokoyami there, it was like some invisible net of calm settled over them all.

Later that night, when the twins had fallen asleep in a messy pile of limbs and blankets, Shoko slipped onto the tiny balcony with him. The city buzzed below them—loud, constant, uncaring.

She leaned on the railing, arms crossed, gaze unfocused. Tokoyami stood beside her, silently.

"You're scared," he said at last.

Shoko didn't pretend she wasn't. "Yeah."

"They'll be okay."

"I don't want to leave them," she admitted. "What if something happens while I'm gone and I wont be here to protect them.."

"They'll be okay," Tokoyami said quietly. "Because you raised them strong."

She's quiet for a second,

"No," she whispered. "They're strong because they had to be"

And so was she.

But even strength had its limits and tomorrow, she'd find out just how far hers could stretch.

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[dantakeyoman]

𖦹⭒°｡⋆ mha fic teaser

been in my drafts for a while. lemme know if you think I should pick it up again. it’s an au where the characters are Greek gods.

Aftós o anóitos?! - that fool?!

The second Eijirou stepped over the threshold of the forge, a wave of sweltering heat washing over him, leaving a thin layer of sweat on his exposed arms and face.

He practically deflated at the sight of the tempered god that sat in the corner, who was sharpening his blade for the umpteenth time today.

"Of course," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he walked in, making his way over to his friend.

It was common to find Bakugou here, the seemingly endless amount of weaponry and fire so ironically mirroring his personality

"Good afternoon, Eijirou! Always a pleasure to see you!" Tetsutetsu shouted with a smile over the rhythmic bang of his hammer, sparks flying.

"Good afternoon, Tetsutetsu! Still hard at work I see!" Eijirou nodded to the metal-working god, adjusting his gold chest plate that was now sitting uncomfortably from the overwhelming heat.

"What do you want? I'm busy," Katsuki curtly dismissed, not giving the red-haired man as much as a glance.

"Do you ever rest?" Eijirou asked, running a calloused hand through his long, spiked hair.

Katsuki brought his stone to a near silent halt and slowly lifted his head, meeting his friend with a glacial, emotionless glare, "What are you on about?"

"There hasn't been a war in centuries, the mortals are at peace, yet you still prepare yourself as if battle is around the corner. My friend, the fight is over--." Katsuki slammed his sword into the ground, allowing it to stick out of the hard stone.

Eijirou flinched at the loud sound, Tetsutetsu halting his hammer and turning his head to the two.

"You lot can sit on your asses, getting fat off wine and ambrosia if you so wish, but the bloodiest of battles always follow times of elongated peace," he spat, baring his teeth as if he were an animal showing dominance.

But Eijirou knew better.

Behind the two rubies Katsuki called eyes, he could see the smallest flicker of worry, of fear.

Almost as if he knew something.

"You are right, the mortals have been peaceful. Too peaceful. When have you known the mortals to go a half-century without a great war? Never! They're plotting something against us. I can feel it."

Tetsutetsu guffawed at the statement, nearly dropping his hammer through fits of laughter.

"Nonsense! The mortals would first walk into a lion's den before daring to cross us. My brother, I believe the heat may be playing tricks on you."

Eijirou sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he outstretched his arm, blocking his angry friend from attacking the blacksmith.

"I did not come to argue, I came because Denki and Hanta insisted you come to our hunting party tonight," he turned to war god, happily grabbing his shoulders.

"I believe this outing with be good for you. You deserve some fresh air."

Katsuki scoffed, turning away from his red haired friend stubbornly.

A hunt sounded like a good time right about now, but  he'd be damned if he gave in that easily.

"Did I mention that Denki claimed he could hunt vastly better than you? He actually challenged you to a competition."

Katsuki's eyes shot wide.

"Aftós o anóitos?! He could not hunt a boar if it dropped dead in front of him! Where is he?!"

"Waiting for you outside. Come. We can take my chariot," Eijirou smiled, heading toward the exit of the workshop.

[apollowhoo]

Hii! I just wanted to know if you take matchup requests by chance… thanks!

Hello! I’ve never did matchups before but when I think about the idea, I actually wanna do them! So you may request me match ups as well:)

(Saw this comment the other day lol)

[luka-senpai22]

HELP ME FIND IT

I need help finding a bnha fanfic on, im pretty sure, quotev, it’s like a cross fic with obey me, but the whole plot is that the MC or y/n gets isakied to bnha but like “made a deal” with Lucifer and while on the run hawks find her and takes her to hpsc and the president is like “you age to become a hero or we put you to the public for what you did and declair you a criminal”, so y/n says “shit I don’t wanna go to jail” so she goes to ua and in the process lives with hawks cause she got nowhere to go. But after a while things start to come up and she’s adopted by KillShot (pretty sure that’s his hero name) the ninja one that peirced kuroguri, and that’s where I paused reading it cause it was late but please help me find it I wanna keep reading it!! 😭😭

[myheroacademiafan323]

MHA lemons x reader - kirishima x reader (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/883416395-mha-lemons-x-reader-kirishima-x-reader?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=NUMBER1MHAFAN so this is not my first time writing lemons but my settups aren't the best so bare with me. please no harsh critisism, it lowers self-esteem (talking to you internet bullies). enjoy ya horny peasents.

I highly recommend this book on wattpad if you like lemons/smuts it's well written and is really good 

[rayshippouuchiha]

A lost BNHAxReader fic

I need your help pls I already posted this on my own but so far I’ve only gotten likes but not replies Here is the description: Bakugo is busy with hero work, so he starts being distant with reader, (they are married), and the reader flirts with someone at this party who flirted with them first, then Bakugo gets mad, and takes them home, and tells reader to take a shower but reader wants to talk but is upset at the lack of response and goes to take a shower, and when reader comes back they have sex, and at the end the reader asks something like “How’s the damage, doc?” and Bakugo goes to get ice, and the reader suggests something like him telling them to warn them that he is busy. While they are having sex this is basically what happens: Bakugo asks reader to choose between three things, a paddle, a whip, and a flogger (I think), and the reader says they choose Bakugo cause he is sitting on the bed, and in the end he chooses what the reader thinks he will, and the reader thinks that At least I know my husband well, or something along those lines. There is also oral where I remember that the reader is about to use the safe word cause they (consensually) can’t breathe, but when they’re about to do that he lets them up from air. I don’t remember exactly what gender the reader was but I think that the reader was afab. I cannot find this fic anywhere but it is haunting me

Also I saw the post about your parents, and I would like to offer my condolences. Please don’t feel pressured by my ask, and if you don’t want to do it I would be perfectly ok

[xo-kyeong]

IMAGINE- Waking up in your dorm room only wearing an oversized t-shirt and shorts, then going down to the common room not even noticing the stares that radiate from your crush.

Like- no, I wasn’t doing this to get your attention… or was I? ;)

Kirishima

“Ahh, g’morning guys!” You yawned, greeting everyone in the common room good morning. As you sat beside Mina on the couch.

“Good morning!” Mina exclaimed, giving you your daily morning hug. “Everyone else is still asleep, huh?” You ask, standing up to go get some water you didn’t realize that Kirishima just got up and was headed straight to the kitchen where you were reaching for a glass at the top shelf.

Now, he was a pretty chill guy, kind and even charming! but seeing you struggling to get a glass from the top shelf had him blushing like crazy.

Your t-shirt was rising nearly over your ass, and he could definitely see the shorts you were wearing. But then you finally got your glass and poured yourself a cup of water.

“Oh! Kiri, you scared me! Couldn’t you have made a sound before coming in here?” You laughed, putting the water jug back into the fridge. Nudging him a bit.

“Y-yeah! Sorry, uhm. I was just zoning out! That’s all” he laughed nervously, hoping that you wouldn’t sense how flustered he was.

“You sure about that? You’re pretty red right now, you okay?” You walked towards him, standing in front of him.

So close

He said mentally, cheeks turning redder than before. You squinted eyes at him, speculating that he wasn’t feeling well, until-

“Whoo! Well, uh- me and Bakubro are actually going out to train! So uhm, see ya’ around!” He quickly padded off out of the kitchen and dragged Bakugou with him outside the dorms.

Now, it was your turn to blush because of how adorable he was.

Bakugou

You just woke up, heading into the common room, greeting everyone a ‘good morning’

As you were yawning though, you had the tendancy to always stretch your arms up high before getting ready for the day.

And nobody else took notice of it, nobody else but observant little Bakugou Katsuki. He was looking at how your oversized shirt lifted just enough to see your abdomen. Even your cute shorts- Bakugou would give anything to die in those thighs.

You finished stretching your body and noticed how Bakugou was just staring at you.

“Well, good morning to you too! Care to not eye fuck me in the morning? I look hideous” you rolled your eyes, smirking a bit when you noticed how red his face was.

“Are you- ARE YOU BLUSHING? OMG WHAT DID YOU- You saw my shorts-“ you mischeviously smirked at him, which caused him to come to his senses and he quickly defended himself.

“Was not! Dumbass, I was zoning out! Get your stupid brain out of the gutter!” He finished with a ‘tch’ and walked outside of the dorms.

He’s definitely whipped for you.

Sero

You were hugging your pile of dirty clothes on the way down to the common area and a few of your tops fell out of the pile you were carrying.

“Stupid clothes! Can’t you just stay stacked up together! Why didn’t I bring a basket!” You huffed. Bending down to grab the fallen articles of clothing.

You however, were not aware of WHO was standing right behind you.

Actually, Sero was on his way down too! But he was behind you, taking his time since he saw you carrying a pile of clothes.

He made mental comments though, about how good you looked in that oversized shirt and tiny shorts. You were gorgeous.

And his day couldn’t be any better, he immediately lost his cool when you dropped a few of your clothes onto the floor and bent down to get them.

Mans was red i’m telling you! He respectfully looked at your juicy thighs, and your round butt, but he quickly averted his gaze when your peripheral vision caught sight of him behind you.

“Oh, Sero! You were going down too! I kinda need your help. Could you maybe get me a basket to hold these with?” You pleaded, his face was completely red!

“S-sure thing! Let me go get one right now” he quickly rushed around just to get you a basket, thank goodness you didn’t see him looking at you so intently like that.

Denki

You were sitting in the common area, legs crossed with your oversized shirt covering a little bit of your thighs.

Suddenly, Denki greeted everyone a bright good morning. He immediately saw you and thought to sit next to you.

You two were actually pretty close and pretty much best friends with each other.

“Good morning to you too! Kaminari!“ you said, looking to your side, you noticed that he was beside you staring down at your lap.

He honestly couldn’t help it, your thighs were just waiting to be squished. Ugh, he would shove his face in those thighs if he could- if you would allow him to.

He was snapped back into reality when he realized that you’ve greeted him a good morning too.

“H-hey! Yeah, good morning!” He nervously exclaimed, gulping and visibly trying not to look again.

“Denks, if you wanted to look at my thighs, you could’ve just asked to take a photo, that’ll last way longer than just imprinting it in your mind” you laughed jokingly at him, nudging him in the shoulders.

You then stood up and went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

He was shocked to even feel how hot and red he was.

“Denki, bro, you got a little uh-“ Kirishima said to him, pointing at his nose.

“O-oh! Uh, I’ll clean this up, no worries! I’m fine” he held a hand up to his nose to stop it from bleeding.

[slyfoxann544]

Incorrect MHA-4 (TodorokixReader)

Todoroki: My future partener must be of utmost logical mindset and-

Y/n: [Trips over a potted plant and shouts at it to watch where its going]

Todoroki: I want that one

[fanfictiondreamscape]

L.O.V.E. (?)

Name:  L.O.V.E. (?)

Genre: angst, angst, angst - more so the remiscent type of angst, and some super slight romance, and super slight vent fic

Pairing: Misc. X GN!Reader

Notes: This is what happens when I feel an oncoming panic attack and need to release whatever messed up stuff my brain is gonna form whether or not I like it. 

Fair warning for this little thing here, though: this is not very story based, much rather like a random train of thought. It may also be a little unhinged, but what can one expect when dealing with something that they don’t know how to navigate well in the slightest? 

This is also semi-based around the song “LOVE” by PEGGY, emphasis on semi-based. I was hopping between songs that I thought would be able to satiate my sense of despair and partial loathing, but that song was the kicker for this piece. 

Below the cut.

(03/01)

This started out okay.  This was easy at first. I was blind to the absolute disaster this would be to my wellbeing, but... I still want it.  I still crave it.  ....Maybe. 

Click.

(03/03) 

Crying doesn’t help. I’m not externally shaking. There aren’t tears streaming down my face. But it doesn’t feel right to not let it be outward.  I can feel my heart pounding in my ears.  I can also feel their hands over my ears and eyes when that one sound got me to flinch and freak out. I can feel their fingertips pushing my hair behind my ear, and their palm on one of my cheeks with their lips oh so gingerly pressing the slightest on the other.  I can feel their breath on my neck, and their hand on my leg, brushing sweet, simple little circles right by my kneecap. I can feel their hugs, tight and warm and comfortable and nice.  I can feel their gaze linger, and the tears that were about shed all because of a cheesy little moment in a TV show. I can feel the vibrations of their voice from behind, and their grip wrapped around my upper arm and my waist.  But as much as I can feel, that fails to negate the fact that this is both the beginning and the end.  Things are never gonna be exactly the same, not unless years pass by first.  This is a whole new door, and the options are limited as to what happens next.  Plan as many dates as one can desire, but I’m not them. I don’t have control over their decisions, and I know that I have no right to be particular about what they do with their time.  So this shouldn’t sting so much.  ... It does.  Why does it sting so much?  Lack of affection from previous partners? Lack of safety? Understanding?  Is it me? Is romance that foreign of a concept?  My cynicism can only go on for so long.  I can only maintain the thought that love is something that isn’t important for so long. 

Click.

(03/07)

At least, in my book, my brain and heart shouldn’t mix. They shouldn’t combine, because if they do, something will happen that I know I’ll come to regret in the future.  I know I want this.  I know I want the fleetingly teasing touches, the gentle affection, the mutual respect, the comfort, the safe space in the form of people.  I know I want it.  I know that I find that fact hard.  I know that my heart is actively trying to shun that knowledge, and that my brain is trying to enforce it.  I never thought that I’d end up here, honestly. I thought that I’d be able to go through life with little worry in this regard. I thought that love would come, and that it would come when necessary, when some unknown force knew that it was time to push it unto me.  Is this the universe doing just that, or am I rushing it do that?

Click.

(03/12) 

I shouldn’t have done this. That door should never have opened, and I should have never even fathomed letting it materialize. Nothing good comes from pessimism, panic attacks, and persistence.  This should be good.  I know that, logically, this is good. I know that this has the potential to work.  I know that this was the stipulation. The catch-22. The deal with the metaphorical devil.  I knew that when I let this happen.  When they leave, what do I do? If they’re alone together, I can only accept that fact. That’s all there is to do.  I wish I could find the capacity to cry about this. 

Click.

(03/14) 

I’ve never been in love before this. Never really had a chance to, if I’m being honest. I‘ve always found it cheesy, and my focus was never directed towards something that “shallow”.  I’ve been questioning if it really is that shallow, now.  This whole deal has been good. Really, it has.  It’s nice, feeling like I’m appreciated as opposed to hearing it from the mouth of my mother, father, or family member. Even teachers, bosses, and coworkers can say it and it doesn’t hold as much meaning as the small actions and expressions they direct at me.  It only just now dawned on me that this is selfish.  I want to love, I want to be loved, and I want to share love.  Physical, emotional, mental - I want love to be a part of my life.  But they come first, that’s the end of this story. That’s all there is to it.  However, love is selfish by nature.  Someone wants someone else to themself, or to themselves.  They want that person or people to be there with them at all hours of the day.  They want to hold their hands, and press fluttering pecks to their pulse points.  And now, it’s in my grasp. It’s been in theirs, though, and now I feel awful for thinking about how wrong my thought process has been.  ...  I have a feeling that I need to calm down before this progresses any futher. That, or I need to up my anti-depressant prescription.  Whichever comes first, I guess.

Click. 

Slam.

Rustle. 

“I need to get some sleep.” 

- 

“Still, I’ve never been in love.

Is that something that I want?

Convince me I’m fine, 

I’m not losing my mind.

Maybe it’s just not for me. 

No! 

I don’t need L-O-V-E.

Maybe I’ll just wait and see.

I might need L-O-V-E....”

[bnhaoneshotsrequestsareopen]

{one week} PART 1

xbakugou's!sis!reader (Hanta Sero)

(your name is Satsuki)

WARNINGS: Abuse, blood, name calling, anger, screaming, crying, mean words [No profanity]

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Satsuki Bakugou had an even worse temper than Katsuki Bakugou. Yup, that lowlife has a twin sister who's also in class 1-a.

Sero, Mina, Denki, and Kirishima were in the common room when Mineta ran in. He was shivering and muttering.

"Dude, you good?" Denki eyed him.

"SHE'S COMING TO MURDER ME!!" He screamed. A spike headed blonde slowly walked in with a murderous gaze.

"Oi Grape-Balls," she yanked Mineta out of the room and slammed the door. Soon, the sound of explosions and screams could be heard.

Monday was murder.

"Today I'll team you up for practice. In the future, you'll have to team up as pros so make sure you take this to heart," Aizawa droned. The teams;

Mineta - Crazy 1 (Katsuki)

Sero - Tokoyami

Momo - Ojiro

Todoroki - Sato

Shoji - Iida - Mina

Midoriya - Tsuyu

Uraraka - Jirou

Hagakure - Aoyama

Denki - Crazy 2 (Satsuki)

Koda - Kirishima

Satsuki shot a nasty glare at Denki, "Screw up, and an 'F' won't be the only thing haunting you in your nightmares."

Denki stepped behind his boyfriend, "She's gonna kill me."

"She wants to save people because otherwise she wouldn't be a hero," Sero snickered, draping an arm around her neck.

"Touch me again and I'll strangle you with your own tape," she snapped.

"That's kinda kinky..." Sero flashed a dopish grin.

"YOU FREAKING RAT!! YOU BETTER SHUT YOUR TAPE DISPENSING SELF UP BEFORE I KILL YOU!! She grabbed his ear and shook him violently.

"Alright, time to start," Aizawa stated, "First, Momo and Ojiro vs Hagakure and Aoyama."

Momo and Ojiro won. After several other teams had gone, it was Mineta and Katsuki vs Sero and Tokoyami.

"So Satsuki, I bet you're rooting for Bakugou, yeah?"

In response, the girl flashed a menacing glance. "I don't care who else wins, I only care about my win."

In truth, she was rooting for Sero's team.

Tuesday was alright.

Satsuki walked into class, throwing a hasty glance towards Sero. Right away, she took notice of the way he flinched when someone moved abruptly or would make contact with him. She noted the way he would tug down his sleeves every so often as if he was hiding something. Something was definitely off and Satsuki mentally scolded herself for not noticing sooner.

Either he harmed himself or he was being abused and Satsuki intended to find out and try to help him.  Throughout the day, she made sure she knew where he was and who he was with, keeping an eye on the boy. She remembered yesterday, Sero telling his friends he was going to visit his parents for a minute.

'Definitely his parents. He probably didn't willingly go to see them. I'ma palm his phone.'

Satsuki managed to swipe the boy's phone.

'The idiot doesn't even have a passcode.'

She scrolled through his contacts, clicking on 'Dad' first.

'The girl was horrified' was an understatement.

4:21 AM

Oi brat!

Your report card came

Your mother and I are disgusted

You better come tonight and explain you maggot

Or we'll be disowning you, you idiotic runt-faced mutt

She had enough. Tears were threatening to spill. She returned the phone without being caught, locked herself in her dorm, and cried about the fact that her *crush* classmate was going through this.

Wednesday was pretty depressing.

Today they had the day off to study for an exam the next day. Sero left for his house, Satsuki being the protective person she was, had sent his address to herself when she stole his phone. As she approached his house, she heard angry yelling, screams, cries, and whimpers of pain, clashing, and coughing. She notified Aizawa of the situation before knocking on the door.

All noise ceased and footsteps clamored to the door. It opened, revealing a ghastly man.

He had a sharp hooked nose, thin lips, patchy stubble, greasy, black hair, and beady green eyes. How could such a grotesque man be the father of such a beautiful boy...? Is what Satsuki's unconscious mind was saying.

"Who're you?'

"Like I'm gonna tell you that, Captain Hook," she hissed. He peeled his lips back.

"Get lost, girlie."

"Make me, bastard."

"Look here kid, get the hell off my property or I'll call the cops."

"Funny you think I let people walk all over me like that," she spat.

"So, why were you yelling?"

"...my coworker w-"

"No. That's not what I asked. I want the truth because he deeper you dig your lying deceit hole, the farther your lying ass will have to climb out of it. Just doing you a lil' favor y'know...?"

"Look, I know your dirty little secret but I'm gonna have to stop you right there. Now either you let me in or I go in by force," she sneered.

"N-"

"M'k, that's how you wanna do it then..." She shoved the male back and slipped inside, crouching next to Sero who was in a, pain stricken state and a small puddle of his own blood. Tears stained his face as his closed eyes moved around rapidly in his suffering.

She sat cross legged and gently hauled the boy into her lap. His waist against her torso and his head resting in the crook of his neck. Satsuki stroked his hair with one hand while the other rested on his waist, rubbing small circles on it with her thumb.

Aizawa arrived a minute ago and took control of the situation, capturing Sero's dad. Satsuki pressed a soft kiss to Sero's temple and whispered something in his ear.

"You're safe, I've got you."

Thursday was a beautiful miracle.

Sero had yet to wake up as he lay in Recovery Girl's office in bandages. It was 5pm and she hadn't slept in 2 1/2 days straight. She sat by his side the entire time, refusing any food or pleas.

"You gotta rest or eat," Mina begged.

"No. I'm leaving until elbows wakes up," Satsuki growled and glared at the pink teen.

That was earlier.

Right now, Satsuki sat and stared at Sero with a pang of dejection impaling her chest. He was in so much pain this whole time and she didn't even notice.

'What was it about yesterday that made me notice...? Damn, maybe it was because I finally accepted the fact that I liked the moron and I couldn't do anything about it....

Maybe I should've accepted it sooner. Then maybe he wouldn't have gotten hurt...'

Something on her face must've changed because recovery Girl took the girl's hand in her own.

"Dear, you did a good thing. The kind of thing a hero would do. And...Maybe even a lover~" The old woman said the last part in a teasing manner. Satsuki turned a shade of red and huffed, returning her gaze to the boy.

"I wish," she replied with bitterness and distaste, disliking the idea of not being able to be there for Sero, even if it was just as a friend.

6pm.

Kirishima and Denki decided to drop in and see how Satsuki was holding up. She was savage as ever. They started arguing but they didn't notice Sero beginning to sit up, wincing in pain as he went. They stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

"Welp, that's my cue to leave. Later," the girl trudged out of the room, feeling guilty.

"Huh, why was she even here in the first place?" Sero asked, throwing a confused glance at the door.

"She was the one that contacted Aizawa and they stopped your dad. She didn't even beat him up, she went straight to you...Brought you to recovery Girl yesterday morning and stayed with you since. Didn't eat, sleep, or drink," Denki said smugly.

"And when we tried to get her to eat or sleep, she snapped at us and refused to even stand up from the chair," Kirishima added with a knowing light.

"Oh...."

Sero didn't want to believe what his mind and heart told him to.

Friday was painfully endearing.

Sero wasn't yet discharged so he asked Recovery Girl to get Satsuki. She complied and went to fetch the Bakugou. When the duo entered the room, Sero made eye contact with a very pissed Satsuki.

"What?" She gnashed.

"I-I uh, just uuhh...Thanks," he whispered the last part bashfully, turning pink. The girl's face softened as she calmed.

"Whatever elbows.." She turned to leave but he grabbed her wrist, terrified of her soon to come reaction.

"Wait, at least stay. I want company..." He admitted with a triangular smile. Satsuki returned it with a faint smile.

"I guess I could spare a few minutes," she replied softly.  The boy was more than pleased with her calm response.

"Why'd...Why'd you do it...?" He questioned nervously.

"I-....I guess 'cause...." She stammered quietly, a shadow covering her eyes.

"You don't have to tell me, I was just curious," he smiled and rubbed his neck.

"Yeah, maybe later," she replied hoarsely.

"Hey, how come you're quiet...? You're usually ready to murder anyone that breathes," Sero laughed.

"Because the old lady over there would probably kick my butt if I was too loud," the blonde grumbled.

"Oh okay."

Saturday was soft Baku times.

Sero was finally released and he was immediately tackled by his friends. But he just needed to talk to one.

"Hey Bakugou, can I talk to you for a sec?"

"Whatever the hell you want, no."

"I don't want anything, I just have a question."

"Whatever," once the two boys were in a secluded spot, Sero sighed.

"I asked Satsuki yesterday but she didn't answer. Why'd she help me...Doesn't she hate everyone like you?"

Silence.

"Uh, Bakugou....You're kinda scaring me man..." Sero backed away a little. Bakugou threw his head back and started cracking up.

Once he calmed down, he looked Sero in the eyes and leaned closer to his friend's ear.

"The child has a thing for you~"

what.

Sero's eyes widened and he was left in a trance.

A little while later, Sero found Satsuki beating Mineta up.

"What's happening..?"

"THIS PERVY WORM GROPED MOMO AND SPANKED MINA!!" The girl bashed Mineta's head with her boot.

"Are you defending your friends?"

Sero got a hit on the head too.

But it wasn't hard, which surprised him. Satsuki had already left the room. He ran to catch up to her. Sneaking up behind her, he slithered his arms around her waist and rested is chin on her shoulder. She tensed up and shifted slightly.

"Wh-what are you doing?" She said in a scratchy voice.

"I just want a hug~" He purred in her ear.

She shuddered and lurched forward but brawn wise, Sero won. He let go and she turned to face him.

"That was a joke. But seriously, I wanna repay you. So...wanna go out tonight?" He grinned and her face had surprise written all over it.

"Uh...Sure, I guess," she turned her head away trying to hide her red face.

"Sweet, I'll pick you up at 5," he kissed her cheek and walked away.

Sunday was a date.

[greenygreenland]

Runaway: BNHA x Fem! Reader x BNHA crossover

-this was such an ambitious story lmao. Been working on it since last year and only a few weeks ago published the first chapter on Quotev. Here is the prologue. Please check it out on Quotev! This has consumed nearly 85% of my time, haha. -Here is the full story

Summary: Chisaki (Y/n) is a girl who brings out the best in people. She doesn't realise it, but that becomes the very reason many people can't hate her. When she is transported to the past, she befriends a demon and survives until the final battle until dawn. (Y/n) dies, but before she can cross over to the other side, she is thrust back home with a second chance. In her hasty return, Chisaki Kai learns of the devastating life his sister endured and begins to doubt his unethical plans. In a futile attempt to stay focused, Kai agrees to allow (Y/n) the chance to apply to U.A., the #1 hero school in all of Japan. Unfortunately, the comeback of the world of demons disrupts her bright future in the path to hero.

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At the age of six, Chisaki (Y/n) had been taken off the streets by a kind, old man. He treated (Y/n) and her brother like they were his own grandchildren. They were fed, bathed, clothed, and taught in a respectable manner despite the circumstances--despite the fact that the Chisaki siblings were nobodies. 

At the age of seven, (Y/n) finally understood who the old man was: a crime lord too tired to thoroughly engage in the usual 'white-collar' crimes. Whatever that meant. He didn't seem all too interested in being as hands-on as in the past. Oyaji had three children to take care of now, not just one (and he was fine with that). There was nothing more satisfying than living comfortably and seeing his family grow.

By the age of eight, (Y/n) had stuck close to her brother's side, learning and observing the work he would eventually pick up as the heir. It was a dirty business filled with crime, yet somehow, Oyaji refused to engage in the dealing of drugs, or 'adult entertainment'. It was ingrained in Kai and (Y/n) never to mess with drugs because they were 'a poison that benefited only those who sold it'.

When (Y/n) turned ten, everything changed. It began on a cold December at the cusp of the New Year. The sun had barely shone over the horizon, but it was time to head to school. (Y/n) rose to her alarm clock with a long sigh. She quickly dressed, taking care to keep herself looking smart and tidy. When she made her way to the kitchen, savoury smells of soy sauce and egg filled her nose.

"Good morning, (Y/n)." oyaji greeted. He turned off the stove and motioned to a plate at the table tucked in the corner. Kai lazily yawned from his seat. "Hi."

(Y/n) greeted everyone with a groggy wave and a noise in the back of her throat. It was too early to speak to anyone. She turned to lazily grab a bowl of rice. When she made her way to the stove, the Old Man helped place a fried egg over her rice with a spoon of soy sauce and a sprinkle of sesame seeds. 

(Y/n) slid into the seat beside Kai and their oyaji sat across from them. "I have some business to take care of this week." he announced. "I'll be back by Saturday evening, so until then, you both take care of each other." (Y/n) mustered a nod as Kai muttered a brief 'okay'. The Old Man occasionally had business across the other side of Japan. Whatever it was that was so important, (Y/n) would never know.

As long as the Old Man didn't run into trouble, she was fine with seeing him leave. It would only be a little while. Then, she could see him all she wanted when he came home. "Kai," Oyaji said, "watch your sister while I'm gone. Take care of her, you're fifteen now. And cook in the morning too, don't wake up just to read a book." Kai nodded in understanding. When the Oyaji spoke, his word was law, and for good reason too.

"I understand." Kai said. "What exactly are you going to be doing?" Oyaji waved him off. "I'll tell you when I come back." (Y/n) spooned a bit of rice into her mouth. When she finished her food, she went to wash the dishes. Cool water splashed between her fingers as Kai and Oyaji discussed business--business (Y/n) wasn't needed in. Her hands were not clean, but her mind, etched with information and pictures of world, spoke of years she didn't need to live so early. 

"It's almost six thirty," (Y/n) noted. "We should leave." Oyaji ruffled (Y/n)'s dark locks affectionately. "I will see you both Saturday." He did the same to Kai. "Take care of each other."

The ride to school was uneventful. In the warm car sheltering the siblings from the winter chill, they were nice and toasty and unfortunately sleepy. Hari sat beside Kai, half asleep. He snored lightly.

"You're so grumpy today." (Y/n) remarked, kicking Kai's leg. She watched the scenery flash by as he yawned. "I want to sleep, why else would I be grumpy? It's Monday, who in the world likes Monday?" (Y/n) snorted. "Me too, but if I don't talk enough, then I'll fall asleep."

"Here," Kai handed her his water bottle. Even with the heat blasted on high, it remained half frozen solid (that's what Kai got for leaving it in the car overnight). "Cold water keeps me awake." (Y/n) took the bottle and pressed her cheek to its surface. "This is nice, but it makes me so relaxed I think I'll sleep anyway." A huff left Kai's lips. "That's as far as I can help, Imouto. That's a 'you' issue now."

Hari yawned wide. "I'll gladly take it if you don't want it, (Y/n)." She handed it to him, chuckling lightly. "Not sure it's gonna help."

The car came to a stop. (Y/n) got out with a wave to the two boys. Kai and Hari were a juniour high students, so they went to a different school not too far from here. They waved back. As (Y/n) turned towards the gates, the swerve of a car hit her ears. Everything happened so suddenly. The car barreled out of control, veering frantically to the side and straight towards (Y/n). 

Cold. That was the first feeling that erupted in (Y/n)'s bones. Misty white clouds left her lips as she stared up into the gray skies of winter. Passersby stopped to crowd the scene, some honking their cars while others watched in a stunned sense of fear. A strong pair of arms held fast and tight to her body. Something...something inside her shifted, and then her numb limbs began to explode in pain. Spots danced in (Y/n)'s vision as she turned to look up. 

"Don't close your eyes." Kai commanded, cheeks red from the cold. "Hari called 119 already, they're coming soon, okay?" (Y/n) weakly leaned towards Kai's warm chest. She didn't want to hear his loud voice, it was scary when he got angry.

"Stay awake!" Panic bubbled in Kai's throat. For some reason, (Y/n) wasn't getting better. She looked paler than before, the colour drained from her cheeks. Was there anything more he could do with his Quirk? Reassembling (Y/n)'s broken bones, vessels, and flesh wasn't enough. But why? Why when his Quirk always worked before?

There must be something else Kai couldn't see. A broken part, or perhaps internal bleeding? He placed a hand over (Y/n)'s stomach and activated his Quirk. She violently coughed, a sea of blood dripping down her chin. No, no, what happened?

Hari knelt beside Kai, eyes wide. "Why is your Quirk not working?" Kai could only shake his head. He didn't know what to do and that scared him. If he didn't know what to do, then how was he to help? Kai took a look at the red coating his bare hands and then the gloss like ice over (Y/n)'s eyes.

She would die from blood loss long before the ambulance showed up. If he didn't do something, anything, then the blood would forever stain his hands. Kai brushed dark strands of hair away from (Y/n)'s freezing face. This was filthy, dirty work, but for his sister? Oh, Kai would do anything.

"Don't--don't close your eyes." He cursed the faint crack in his voice. "You have to stay awake." He placed his index and middle finger to (Y/n)'s cold wrist, where a faint pulse drummed against his warm hand. He pulled out a handkerchief and blotted at the blood tainting (Y/n)'s delicate face.

"It's going to be okay," Kai heaved out a shaky breath, "your Nii-chan won't leave you."

An onlooking mother covered her mouth and burst into tears, terrified sobs so distant to Kai's ears. "(Y/n)," his golden eyes were the only source of light, "you have to stay with me, too. Fight!"

Chisaki (Y/n)'s eyes fluttered open and closed. The nagging want to sleep and wait this whole thing tempting. Haunting. It would make things easier, but Kai was begging her. She had to stay awake, for him, for Hari, and for herself. If she fell asleep, there would be no telling whether she'd wake up again. But oh, did everything burn and flare up in pain. It was as if someone had frozen every limb to her last finger, where the merciless chill of frost bit away at her body.

(Y/n)'s breaths were shallow. Pain filled her system and dots danced in her eyes with each deep breath. "That's it," Kai said, voice wavering like the wind. Tears threatened to blind his vision the longer he watched.

I will see you both Saturday. Take care of each other.

If (Y/n) died, would it be his fault? He could already see Oyaji's face filled with rage, filled with anguish, all because he couldn't protect his dear little sister. "I'm sorry," Kai whispered with a shake of his head. (Y/n) wasn't going to die, she couldn't because she was strong. So strong. Resilient. The best sister he could ever ask for.

Kai wasn't fifteen anymore, but that eleven year old stuck in the dirty streets of a bad city. (Y/n) was six, with only the clothes on her back and a (f/c) blanket she forced Kai to share with her. December had been unkind all those years ago, with icy snow and strong gusts of wind. There were no heroes to save them, but at least the rats had finally died from the cold.

"Nii-chan!" (Y/n)'s voice couldn't have been any sweeter. Despite the cold and lack of warmth provided by her thin clothes, she looked happy, maybe a little too happy. Kai raised a brow as (Y/n) skidded to a stop in the late December snow. "What happened to your face?" he grumbled, rubbing at her cheeks with his sleeve. "You're all dirty, again. Did you fall on your way here?" (Y/n) ignored his comment in favour of holding up a plastic bag. "Doesn't matter, look."

Kai jabbed a finger at the Kanji printed over the bag. "I can't read that, what is it? You didn't steal it, right?" The grin on (Y/n)'s lips only widened. "I'm not a petty thief. I was passing by that chicken place near main street when Haku-san gave me this. He hopes we're okay." A scoff left Kai's lips. A random person showing a simple act of generosity? "I don't buy it. Why would someone willingly give you food if not to poison you? There's nothing in it for the other party."

"Maybe this will change your mind." (Y/n) opened the bag and pulled out a paper carton. A savoury scent of honey and garlic hit his nose as (Y/n) handed him a plastic fork. "It's fried chicken!" she excitedly exclaimed. "There's rice too in here, isn't that great?" A frown pulled at the edges of Kai's lips. He still couldn't believe their luck. It had been half a week since either of them had a proper meal, only ever feeding on the scraps gathered after the bakeries and cafes closed (they threw out food they couldn't sell throughout the day).

"Not poisoned?" Kai inquired, poking at the fried chicken cautiously. (Y/n) rolled her eyes, that grin sliding off her lips in favour of a frown to match his own. "Either way, it's eat or die. Itadakimasu." She stuffed some food into her mouth.

"Hey--"

"It's good. Your choice, Nii-chan, starve or enjoy this wonderful chicken with me." The crunch of the chicken couldn't have been anymore satisfying than its taste. Along with the hot side of rice, (Y/n) was content. She shoved the carton towards Kai. "Just be thankful that Haku-san gave us food." she said. "Now eat, or else it'll get cold."

And that was how the Chisaki siblings found themselves sat on a park bench in nothing more than their summer clothes and a single, tattered blanket. "You know," (Y/n) said, "I'm glad you're my brother." Kai knitted his brows together, gaze falling to a tree on his left. "Oh really?" His cheeks grew warm, it was the first time someone had complimented him in a while. "Why are you glad I'm your brother?"

"Because I know you'll never leave me." Kai blinked before bonking (Y/n) on the head. "What are you talking about? Why would I leave you?" She let out a long, annoying whine. "That was a compliment, you dodo bird!"

"Who are you calling a dodo bird?"

"You!" (Y/n) stuck her tongue out at him. "Meanie!" An irritated chuckle left Kai's lips. He raised his hands and poked at her sides with an evil grin. "For that, you'll have to face my mighty wrath!" He took the carton of chicken, set it on the bench, and tickled (Y/n) mercilessly. Her giggles echoed in the quiet of winter, serene and joyful to the chilly nip of its cold.

"Stop it!" she laughed. "I'm--I'm sorry!"

"Never!" Kai exclaimed. "You're say the dumbest things sometimes, I swear!"

The food kept their bellies warm and hearts full with the hope that maybe, just maybe, things would get better. As (Y/n) smiled under the flurries of snow, Kai couldn't have been more content. Life was hard, but as long as they had each other, they would pull through. He knew it deep in his bones.

The memories came flooding back to Kai in a whirl of tears. That December day was just like today. The same snow, the same sky, the same two people on the same Earth. Why were they able to live through that, only to be torn apart by this?

Kai wouldn't stand for such sacrilege. He placed a hand to (Y/n)'s cheeks as a snowflake landed on her red nose. "Don't close your eyes!" He was losing her. "(Y/n), please!"

Life was hard, but as long as they had each other, as long as they were together, it would be okay. It had to be. It had to. "(Y/n)..." Tears trailed down Kai's cheeks and froze against (Y/n)'s ashen face. Was her pulse getting weaker? Why did her eyes keep closing? "Get up, you're fine, you can move. What will Oyaji say when I have to tell him this? He'll be...do you know how he'll react...?"

How could Kai ever go back to normal if not without his dear, younger sister? "And Hari! Hari's waiting for the ambulance right now! (Y/n), you have to stay awake!" Her eyes had already shut, those liquid golden hues hidden under snow covered lashes. "Come on, you can't leave me...!"

A woman reached out to place a hand on Kai's shoulder. He slapped her away. "Don't touch me!" She only frowned sadly. "Young man, your sister--"

Kai ignored her. He turned back to (Y/n), only to pause in horror. (Y/n) was gone--literally. Her body had disappeared from his arms, and if not for the crimson stains across the road, Kai would have thought no one had been there in the first place.

A teenager bundled tightly in scarves dramatically pointed to the spot (Y/n) had been seconds ago. "Did you guys see her disappear, too?!" A mumble of 'yes' and a few swears rippled through the crowd. Their voices were far away, a mere echo of the source of attention. Kai stared at spot (Y/n) had laid in moments ago as snow blanketed it softly. A gust of wind kissed the sides of his face, as if to apologise for what could not be undone.

"You know," (Y/n) had said, "I'm glad you're my brother." Kai didn't think much of her words at the time. There were more important things on his mind, like surviving another frosty night, or fending off criminals who would dare mess with them. Looking back on it, Kai wished he had said something different.

"Oh really?"

What a stupid response.

"Why are you glad I'm your brother?"

(Y/n) had smiled after. Kai thought it was out of happiness or content, yet in those liquid golden eyes, he finally understood. It was not joy, or satisfaction, but fear. Of dying alone in the cold, of losing the only person she cared for. "Because," --(Y/n) forced the brightest smile she could muster-- "I know you'll never leave me."

Ironic. Kai could stay by his sister's side as promised, yet she couldn't do the same. But this was his fault, wasn't it? If only he had done what Oyaji had asked ('Take care of each other'), then none of this would have happened. If only Kai had been quicker. If only Kai had known what to do. If only he had a gosh dang plan. Tears rolled down his cherry-tinted cheeks.

"You can't leave." His hoarse voice was lost to the wind. "(Y/n), you can't leave me."

-Here is the full story If you end up reading it, please enjoy!

[barleyo]

denki w/ a partner who came out as trans in the middle of the relationship hcs🐧😅

A/N: This is my first request and I am unbelievably excited! Apologies if there are any inaccuracies in how I wrote Denki or if there are any grammatical or spelling mistakes. (Side note: I made this gender neutral because I don’t have the experience of a transfem or transmasc person, and because I think inclusivity is important within our community!)

• I honestly believe he wouldn’t care, and would mostly be concerned with how you felt about telling him

• Coming out to anyone, especially ones you’re close to is extremely brave, and Denki appreciates that you felt comfortable enough to tell him

• At the end of the day he will always love you for who you are, no matter your gender, race, shape, size, etc.

• After you’ve come out, he’ll defend you from anyone who insults, attacks, or sexualizes you in any way.

• Whenever you’re feeling dysphoric or even just upset, he’ll do everything in his power to make you smile.

“What is it you needed to tell me, (Y/N)?” asked your boyfriend of several months.

You had decided that it was time to share an important fact about yourself that you’d previously been too afraid to. Throughout your relationship you’d chosen to not tell him that you were trans for a few reasons. You knew that he would accept you and would completely understand why you didn’t tell him sooner, but that didn’t do much to ease your anxiety.

“Kaminari, I’ve been meaning to tell you this for awhile, but I’ve been worried that you wouldn’t.. well, wanna be with me anymore,” you fearfully squeaked out.

Not knowing what he would say gave you butterflies, in the worst way possible.

Hearing the panic seep into your voice, he stood up from his seat on the couch and gently placed his hand on your face.

“(Y/N), listen, there’s nothing that could make me stop loving you, okay? You’re the most important thing in my life, nothing could ever change that,” he said while caressing your cheek.

After hearing that, you knew he was telling the truth. His comforting tone and kind words let you know that you could trust him with absolutely anything.

”I am transgender, I’m still me and always will be. I’m sorry if it feels like I’ve mislead you, please understand,” you said, whispering out the last part.

For awhile he stood still in silence, thinking you had said something wrong you started to speak, only to be silenced with a finger being placed over your lips.

”Babe, that doesn’t change anything at all! You didn’t lie to me, not even a little bit. I said I would always love you and I meant it. You make me so happy, regardless of your gender,” he said with a loving smile.

“You’re so good to me, you know that?” you replied, slightly tearing up.

He only wrapped his arms around you in response, surrounding you in his warmth, and that’s how you two stayed for many minutes, not caring about anything else but each other.

[welcometoclass1ahell]

Fake Redemption Dabi x Fem! Reader

Another depressive read from a depressive writer. Boom ta da Dabi x Reader who clearly needs help. Please No minors, even if this isn’t sexual it’s still meant fo adults.

Word Count: 2088

But TW!: Abuse, drugs, cocaine, abuse and more abuse, depressive triggering shit

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She knew.

It was a terrible idea. She however accepted that idea. It didn't matter if it was the worst idea either. She wanted this.

The cold air whipped into her face as if someone just threw a glass of water filled with reality onto her. Why was she going? Why did she think she deserved it? That last thought caused a strained laugh to spill from her almost blue lips. 

Thankfully nobody would see her laughing at her own self at this time at night, standing next to the bus stop. She wasn’t even waiting for a bus, it was just another distraction for her. Taking her time was only delaying what was coming.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Pulling her phone from her pocket, she looked at the name calling her, her lips curling into a sneer. “Impatient to get this over with huh?” mumbling to herself, she silenced the call and continued on the dark road towards the only place she knew would get her what she wanted. No. What she needed.

Walking there was the part she hated the most. It gave her time to rethink, to go over her thoughts repeatedly until she hated herself more for it. 

Finally getting there felt like a redemption, a false one, but a redemption indeed. Looking at her goal, the rusted iron door to an old worn down factory that screamed ‘Stay away!’ only enticed her closer. Raising her hand she knocked three times slowly and waited as she heard the heavy footsteps on the other side.

The door creaked open to reveal what she had been waiting for, a man who would have caused children to cry and mothers to scream at one glance of his jet black inked face and arms. “You could have answered my call, doll” The man who referred to himself as Dabi drawled out his eyes narrowing down on her.

“Could have, but didn’t,” She responded tiredly yet a tone of anxiety seeped through her voice. Shrugging, Dabi side stepped letting the woman enter before slamming the door shut and locking it to make sure no one would be interrupting tonight. “You got everything?” She asked as she walked over to a small wooden crate, one of the few only items left in this abandoned building. Sitting down she turned her eyes to Dabi who nodded with a smirk and walked over pulling out a baggie with white substance coating the insides.

“I got everything, all yours doll. I also made sure no one will be around till morning. Are you sure you want to do this again?” He asked, his godly blue eyes staring into her own eyes made them both pause. Now normally, he couldn’t give a rat's ass who he made dealings with but this frequent customer of his had his curiosity. She wanted something nobody has asked of him ever. Not willingly anyway.

“Yes. I doubled the payment as well, I need this to last a while,” She stated matter of factly before shrugging off her coat. Dabi’s eyes couldn’t help but peer down at her arms covered in bruises. He hated to admit it but the swirls of yellow, blue, green, purple, and even black were beautiful to him. Maybe he was biased, since he was the one who had put them there.

“You know I don't usually ask about anybody’s business, but I’d like to know. Why do this to yourself?” He couldn’t help but ask as he watched her smile up at him like a lunatic. He knew better though, she was only faking the smile.

“Wouldn’t you like to know Mr. Dabi?” She responded keeping her edge of mystery and teasing as he threw her the bag of snow which she caught with two hands. Opening the bag she eyed the substance and once satisfied she pulled out her phone and her debit card. Cutting lines silently, she didn’t bother to acknowledge her supplier, still staring at her with amusement. “It’s just not everyday a pretty woman comes knocking and asks for some supplies as well for her dealer to absolutely beat the shit out of her to go along with it. I prefer beating the people who owe me money, not pay me money,” 

“Funny isn't?” She retorted back as she rolled a dollar bill from her wallet into a fine tube before lowering her face but not before she looked up at Dabi through her eyelashes, “However I don’t go around asking anybody to beat me up you know? You just happen to be a very handsome man who knows how to hit the spot just right,” Her laughter filled the cold room for a moment as Dabi couldn’t help but chuckle a bit himself. “You intrigue me, dollface,” Was the only response she got before she put the dollar tube up to her nose, expertly inhaling the lines she had set up.

“I’ll give it a moment to kick in and we can start, yeah?” Dabi only nodded before kicking another crate close to the one she was sitting on and sat across from her,” How about after we finish up here, you and me go for a drink? My place?” He offered to which the woman sat still as she looked at him in disbelief. “We’ve met up numerous times, fucked once or twice, smoked or did lines once and twice, but every time I always had to beat you till I wasn’t sure if you were breathing or not. But me asking you out to drink is shocking?” Dabi teased after getting no response with a smile before he received a nod.

“Fine, I suppose that's alright,” She agreed and both her and Dabi sat in silence for a few moments before she started to feel the rush come to her veins. Energy began to flow through her as she stood up and walked to the middle of the spacious factory room signaling Dabi to follow to which he did. Turning around to say she was ready was only met with a harsh punch to her cheek which had her huff out in surprise. No noise spilled from her lips as her head cracked to the side. Kicks, punches, spit, and anything else Dabi could do to her, she felt for the past hour. It felt painful of course, but so freeing. It was just what she needed. She longed for some type of touch, something to pull her from the edge of slipping through the cracks of insanity and this…..oh yes this was her redemption. 

Everyone always left her, friend or lover. Parents or teachers. She was always given up on or abandoned. She couldn’t figure it out. Years of being neglected as a child to now being seen as nothing but a waste of ‘potential’, whatever that meant, had her come to realize a false truth. She was the problem. Now deep down she knew it wasn’t that. She never did anything. She only had hateful parents, fake friends, teachers who just couldn’t care for their less paying jobs, and lovers who needed a quick fuck bring her down to this level. But she needed a reason otherwise it would hurt more. She decided she was the problem. She didn’t communicate enough. She was the one who didn’t try harder, who kept trying till something worked. It was all her fault and now to this day she seeked her false redemption.

She loved the sound and feeling of Dabi’s knuckles cracking against her face, the way his heavy boots collided with her ribs giving off a satisfying thump, or the way he spat on her with a loathsome look in his eyes. She loved it all because she knew at the end of the day he wouldn’t leave her. He wouldn’t neglect what she wanted, no what she needed. He was always there. That’s why she kept coming. The pain, the feeling of adrenaline, the focus of someone else on her was what she loved having.

She felt free, as if this was going to lift her out of her shithole of a life. The sad fact however is once it began it also ended. Lying on the cold cement ground, heaving deep breaths of air in her lungs as the drugs still pumped through her veins wasn’t enough. She wanted more. Pushing herself up with shaking arms, she tried to stand up to face more. The fresh bruises on her face screaming in the beautiful vibrant colors couldn’t be felt to her. No she could never feel the after effects for a while but she can feel the impact. It was powerful enough to get through the drug that way.

“M...More,” She breathed out looking up to the onyx haired man who simply had taken out a cigarette and started to smoke. “I think you’ve had enough for-”

“It’s never fucking enough! I need more! Please...im begging you,” She screamed out, her voice echoing through the facility as Dabi stared at her in shock. She never screamed at him before. In fact he’s never heard her raise her beautiful voice to anyone. She knew she looked pitiful, he could tell with the way her face started to scrunch up in shock from herself. Taking a deep drag of his smoke, he squatted down so the balls of his heels were firmly planted into the ground.

“Hey...look at me,” He gently muttered as he helped her sit up before his eyes bore into her own. “That's enough. Here, take a hit,” He offered to which she took, her pupils still large and round as she looked back at him, “Listen, after a while I kind of started to figure you out. You don’t need this to feel something you know. You don't deserve to do this to yourself,” He started to which she looked at him with wide eyes, tears starting to pool threatening to spill over.

“You don’t know that,” She simply stated in a hurt quiet tone. “No, I don’t. But you know what I do know? People who do deserve this don’t do this to themselves. They bring it out on others. I would know that at least,” Dabi responded lightly, “You come here every three days. Every three days you pay me to do this to you. Every three days you get yourself so fucked up and get me to beat the living shit out of you and for what?”

“It’s the only thing I have Dabi! I want to fucking feel something for christ sake! Don’t I pay you enough?”

“It’s not about the fucking money anymore!” Dabi roared back, causing both to be silent for a few seconds before he continued, “It’s about the fact that I’m starting to feel like shit doing this to you. Dealing you shitty drugs is one thing, but beating up a woman who’s so pathetically on the verge of not caring for her own life anymore is something else,” He spat more harshly than he meant to. Sighing, he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear,” Doll, I don’t want to be the reason you want to end it. I want to be the reason you start something more. I hate to admit it but after a year of this shit I can’t help but start caring for the mystery woman who like to have her ass get kicked,” He laughed to which she couldn’t help but join in a little.

“Why?” Was the only response she gave to which he shrugged, “You’re cute for one thing, but from the times we fucked, drank, smoked, you show something more than this. I want to see more of it. If you really want to feel something then let me show you another way,” He offered, holding his hand out. 

Staring at him then his hand she took it with a small sigh,”I...I don’t know but...I’ll try,” She agreed to which Dabi smirked, ”That’s all you gotta do. Try,” He said, happy to finally have her do something other than this. If only she knew that though his sweet words and handsome promises of something better was still a fall. This man wasn’t good, healthy either. A shady drug dealing and maybe even murderous bastard he was but still, to her right now he looked nothing but an angel. Oh but if she only saw in the shadows how broken and fallen his wings actually looked. 

[bepp-ers]

Pretty little lie | S. Todoroki X Reader

“[Name]-san, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

Currently, [Name] was not happy. Why?

Her parents had only gone and made an arranged marriage for her! To some goddamn celery stick of a guy!

Her blood boiled just remembering how she found out.

-

On the balcony of a large bedroom, several potted plants waved idly in the breeze, echoing [Name] ‘s feelings. 

Everything was peaceful, and every now and again she would activate her quirk to shoot some life into one of the plants and smile as it lifted a leaf to her, almost akin to a cat’s paw.

Then she was called into the main dining room. Not a good sign to start with, but what was coming next was much much worse.

“[Name], you’re here.” Her mother droned, not particularly caring as usual.

Her father did his best to act interested, and motioned for her to sit on a cushion. “Now, you’ve turned 18 recently and we have gone ahead and made a decision.”

[Name] sighed. “What, am I working as a botanist like I’ve wanted to for years?”

Her father scowled. “Enough of that cheek, young lady. You are getting married, as a matter of fact.”

The girl choked on her words and spluttered into panic. 

“I- you- what the fuck?!” “[Name]! Language!” “Sorry, but what the hell?! You can’t just marry me off to some random guy! This is a joke, tell me it’s a joke!”

Her mother sipped her drink and rolled her eyes.

“Grow up. The young man is part of a wealthy family and has a strong quirk. You should consider yourself lucky.”

[Name] stood up, slamming her drink on the table. 

“I already have a partner. And I don’t want to get married until I know I’m ready. I’m not going through with it.”

“Don’t be difficult. It’s already arranged. His name is Todoroki Shouto, and you are due to meet him next week, so I’d get those manners in check, miss.”

[Name] simply glared at them both and left the room, collapsing into her own bed after storming away.

Fumbling with her phone, she searched through her contacts before clicking on one of them.

“Hey fuzzy, you been too obsessed with those plants to talk to me?”

[Name] smiled weakly at the nickname, and sighed. “No... I’m afraid I’ve got bad news.”

“[Name] have you been crying? What’s going on?” “My parents.... have arranged a marriage for me. Crazy, right?”

She heard a yelp from the other end and frantic noises. “Wha- no! They can’t! Are they crazy?! You have a life! [Name] tell me you’re not going through with it?!”

She chuckled dryly. 

“I wish it were that simple. I’m meeting the guy next week. I’m sorry sugar, I’ll try to figure something out but who knows when I’ll be able to talk to you again? I’m so sorry...”

“No, no, I’m sorry for getting mad. I’ll get you out of there somehow, even if it takes a year. You’ll be with me finally and there’ll be no forced feelings. Oh fuzzy, baby, darling, we’ll manage.”

-

They were not, in fact, managing as [Name] was currently face to face with her fiancé and his scary-looking father. 

Now, [Name] had to admit he was decently good-looking, but nowhere near as perfect as her current partner, and he looked so dead inside. Like he would rather be anywhere else.

‘Feeling’s mutual buddy.’

“[Name]-san, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” The towering man gave a small bow and motioned for [Name]’s parents to follow him.

“Now, we’ll be leaving you two here to get to know each other better. Goodbye, Shouto, [Name]-san.”

The tall redhead man accompanied [Name]’s own parents out of the room, and soon it was just [Name] and uh... Todoroki? She barely remembered his name. Great start.

[Name] sighed and immediately flopped on one of the cushions, pulling out her phone and setting down her bags so that she could talk to her significant other.

“I’m just saying, I hate this, you probably hate this, don’t you have better things you could be doing?” She asked, scrolling through her contacts.

“Not particularly.” Wow, dead conversation much?

“Ri-i-ight. Well then, I guess I’m off.”

He gave her a hint of a confused look and [Name] pointed to her phone. “I have a partner. I don’t wanna marry you, no offense so I’m just going to go outside and call them. Then I’m gonna find my parents, and-”

“-They didn’t tell you?” He interrupted.

“Heh?” 

He frowned even more if that were possible. “You’re staying here. With me. Our parents decided it would be best, and they are all at your residence.”

[Name]’s phone clattered to the floor as she stood there, frozen.

“W-what?!”

“If you sit down, I can explain if you’d like.” He offered, though it sounded like a command more than anything.

“No, no, I thought my parents were assholes before, but--” She rambled, sitting down dejectedly on the cushion.

“Oh.” [Name] sighed. “What now?”

“Your phone, it’s...”

[Name] snatched her phone and gave an exasperated sigh. “Fuck. Can this get any better?” 

She looked down at the phone, completely shattered from being dropped onto traditional wooden floors.

“Now how the hell am I supposed to contact anyone..? I don’t remember numbers...” She slumped forwards, pushing the phone to one side.

Todoroki’s eyes trailed over the forlorn girl, and he smiled a bit.

“We’ll get you a new one.” “You realise I can’t talk to my partner now? Oh my god just... just.... ugh, I don’t know!”

“You seem tense. We have a lovely garden if you’d like to calm down.” Thinking quickly, [Name] sighed and nodded.

“Sure, I guess. Thanks.” 

-

It was a lovely garden, [Name] supposed, and as she stared at the Koi fish her mind calculated a plan.

“It is nice out here, I’ll admit...” She stood up, stretching a bit. Todoroki’s affection for the girl was growing every moment, so he was glad to hear it.

“Hey, what are those plants there?” She pointed to the flowers near the door.

“Hm? Oh, they’re an imported variant of rose. My mother was fond of them.” “I’ll bet, they’re really pretty.” 

“Hey, [Name]-chan c’mere a second.” She turned and trotted closer to him, so close to being able to achieve her plan.

Wordlessly, he plucked a flower and brought it up to [Name]’s hair, intertwining it with the locks so that it framed her face.

“There. It suits you.” He smiled warmly, thankful that his mother had chosen  [Name] for him.

“Thanks...” [Name] forced a warm smile. “You know, Todoroki-kun...” She leant in a little closer, a small smile across her lips.

“Hm?” “Everything here is so nice, are you sure it’s okay for me to just... be here?” “Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I don’t know. Just thinking out loud. I’m sorry for being annoyed at you earlier, I was certain this would be another awful idea by my parents.” “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“Thanks. Should we go inside? I want to see where I’ll be staying.” “Of course.”

-

“Wow. This sure is fancy.” “Mm, if you didn’t like it you could have picked another room, or even shared mine, but it seems you like this one?” “Yeah, it’s really nice. Hey would you do me a favour?”

“Do you want me to fetch your bags?” “Please?” [Name] batted her eyelashes and smiled as much as she could without vomiting.

“I’ll be back in a moment.”

-

For the rest of the evening, [Name] was not allowed to leave Todoroki’s side. It was torturous, the way he looked at her with such fondness seeing nothing wrong with the situation.

In the evening, [Name] feigned tiredness and requested to be left alone to sleep. In reality she was plotting her escape. “I’ll see you in the morning, Todoroki-kun. G’night.” “Are you sure you don’t need anything else?” “Positive, now quit fussing. Good night.” 

The moment he left the room, [Name] ran over to the window and opened it quietly, looking over to a nearby tree.

“Here, let me get out of this house.” She whispered, and the branched curled over to her. Hopping on, she sank down to the ground and began running.

- 

Meanwhile, Todoroki had headed to his own room, when he saw one of [Name]’s bags on his floor.

He walked back over to her room and knocked, and walked in when he heard no answer.

“[Name]-chan you left this --  [Name]?!” He dropped the bags and sprinted to the window, where he saw [Name]‘s receding figure.

“[Name]!!” He yelled, and for a moment she stopped and turned.

“Sorry honey, but I’ve got a partner! I don’t want any part in this!” 

She had barely ran another few feet when the ground underneath her was covered in ice, and she stumbled forwards.

Todoroki was upon her before she could even yell, yanking her up by the arm, a furious scowl on his face.

“What the hell are you doing? I thought... I thought you were happy with this arrangement?” “Obviously not! Let go of me!”

She struggled, but though the ice had now dissapeared she could not remove herself from his grip.

“This is happening- you cannot stop us from being together. Not after everything we went through to get you here.” He hissed as he dragged her back to the house.

“You’re staying. It’s not your decision to make, darling. I’ll make sure of that.”

-

haha this has been in my drafts for months. okay that’s enough of bnha yay obey me shit incoming love yall sorry this one took forever aha

[knife-shroom]

𝚇𝚇𝙻 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕 𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚊.

𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝙿𝚘𝚕𝚢!𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚒𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚡 𝚂𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛! 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙

𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚐𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙, 𝙷𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙽𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎

𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙.

𝙰𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚋𝚎𝚖, 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚙, 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚔 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜

𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚐𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍

𝙸𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙾𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚏𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚜, 𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚅𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜, 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚐𝚘𝚞 𝙲𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚜

𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚐𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚒, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞...𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙽𝙾 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙴𝙻𝚂𝙴