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UNDER INVESTIGATION; SHOTO TODOROKI X FEM READER CH. 1: STARTING LINE || series m.list Summary: As a forensic medical examiner, you are used to working alongside the police, but a concerning case calls for the aid of a pro-hero. When Shoto shows up, the time you spend together makes you realise that the case is not the only thing you would like to solve. Maybe what you start to feel needs to go under investigation too. Warnings: crime, violence, discrimination Tags: prohero au, fem reader, aged up characters, romance + crime, multichapter WC: 4k

It has been a few minutes since the small meeting took place. It concluded with you agreeing to send the autopsies’ reports as soon as you had them. You also agreed to examine each body’s lab results to see if you could find any additional indicators that the three people had died under equal circumstances.

The intention of the meeting was barely a precaution—to advise the police with your opinion as a forensic. As of now, you have no clue how they are handling the investigation or if they have even considered the possibility of these being victims of a murder.

Your supervisor waited for the other two men to leave the room before speaking.

“(Y/L/N), do you really think there is someone behind all this?” His arms cross his chest questioningly.

“I know it is early to assume anything-”

“You know there is no space for assuming in our field.” He interrupts you, and you need to breathe deeply to avoid snapping.

“Yes, I know,” you sigh. “But there is something very wrong about this. Like I said, the three corpses were all at an early stage of postmortem when I examined them. None of them had a reason to decay so rapidly.”

He nodded and stared at his feet thoughtfully.

“Look, the police are currently packed with other minor cases. They are asking Hero Agencies to fill in with the investigations to catch bigger criminals.” He paused to make sure you were following. “During the call, you seemed convinced that this was critical, so they decided to send Shoto. But I need you to be positive that these deaths are related somehow; we cannot make neither the police nor Shoto waste their time.”

You felt almost offended. It was natural for your supervisor to question your work and encourage you to grow. But this felt like he was doubting your years of study and hard work. As if he hadn’t taught you most of the things you currently know.

You mentally scoff before answering.

“I can show you the pictures; I can show you the lab results that show that the bodies have the same mold type; and we can wait for the third lab to prove this too! I’m telling you, this is no coincidence! I took the toxicology tests!” You breathe to calm yourself. “Besides, you know the police think something is wrong too; you heard the detective. Why would they choose the number three hero if they didn’t? Just because I asked? I’m flattered!”

He raises an eyebrow at your tone, making you embarrassed for losing your temper.

“I trust you. I just wanted to confirm that you’re positive about this. As I said, the police are packed and no detectives are available, so I will have to assign you to work on the investigation with Shoto.”

“Me and Shoto? What about the detective that was just here?”

“He’s just a representative; if anything, he’s the busiest at the moment.”

“And who would lead the case?”

“You, of course. It’s time to put to use your criminology degree too.”

“I just got it, and it was merely to give better analysis on the autopsies…”

“(Y/L/N), are you taking the opportunity, or should I find someone else?” He sighs and pinches his nose with two fingers. He looks exasperated.

“Yeah, of course I am!” You say it with an indignant tone.

“Good. You can contact Shoto directly to discuss anything related to the investigation. I trust you’ll do good work?” You nod.

“You know I’ll do my best. Make sure you send me his contact.” You sound defeated, but in reality, you are thrilling with the situation in hand.

Your supervisor grins and walks to the door. Before closing it behind him, he speaks once again.

“And (Y/L/N)?”

“Yes?”

“Stop smiling so much at Shoto; it’s creepy.”

You blush at his comment and thank that no one is around to notice how embarrassed you feel.

It is almost nighttime by the time you make your way home. You take the train with a satisfied grin on your face; the conversation you had with your supervisor is still lingering in your mind. You flush in embarrassment at the memory, but the emotion is switched once again to excitement when you remember the case.

This is a huge opportunity for you. You have been working with your supervisor since your days as a medical intern. After getting to help with some cases, you decided to get a degree in criminology as well; you figured it would help you be better in your field. And even though this was not your first solo investigation, you had always treated minor affairs; the most common deaths were provoked by ‘incidental quirk usage’. A little tragic and funny, in your opinion.

But if your suspicions are correct, this is a major league case.

So now, you find yourself at home with a cup of coffee in hand and roaming once again through some of the lab results.

You read each parameter with detail, your eyes darting between the pages. Nothing catches your eye; everything seems normal outside the organs’ results, which present the same type of fungi in the three bodies.

Then, your phone buzzes, interrupting your analysis. You automatically check to see the notification, and your heart sinks a little when you read it.

An unknown number sent you a message.

[10:48 PM]

Unknown: Hey, this is Shoto. Your supervisor sent me your phone number, but I just want to check if it’s correct. Is this Dr. (Y/L/N)?

You stare at it for a few seconds before saving his number and typing back.

You: Yes! It is me!

You would like to respond to his messages with double the enthusiasm, but you remind yourself to be professional.

Shoto: Ok. Please contact me as soon as you have an update.

You: I already have some of the lab results. I’m currently going through them, so whenever you have time, we can schedule to meet. We need to discuss the investigation in general.

Shoto: I am free tomorrow around lunch. Is it alright for you?

You: Sure!

Shoto: Ok. See you tomorrow. Goodnight.

Just then, the tiredness and sleep deprivation that have been building in the past few days finally hit you. So, you decide it’s time to go to bed.

You wake up the next morning around 7 a.m. and start your daily routine. This is the most you have slept in the last week. As a forensic, you must be accustomed to irregular shifts. There are some things that cannot wait, and analyzing a body is one of them. A few hours can make the difference while searching for proof.

While you are having breakfast, you get a text from Shoto.

[9:03 AM]

Shoto: Good morning, Dr. (Y/L/N). I was wondering where you would want to meet for lunch.

“He texts like my grandpa.” You think and laugh to yourself.

You: Good morning, Shoto! I think somewhere private would be proper, since the information is supposed to be classified. Or somewhere not too busy!

Shoto: Ok. I’ll send you the location. Let’s meet at 12:00.

Shoto: [Attached Location]

You: Good, see you in a few hours! :)

It is still early, so you go through the paperwork once again, just to make sure all the reports are coherent with the lab results. There is a minor unease in the back of your mind; you feel a little anxious at the thought of messing up in your first important work. Besides, working closely with a top hero is not cooperating with your growing stress.

A few hours later, you arrive at his agency. You walk into the building and notice how big it is. There is a young man and an older woman seated at the reception. In the middle of the construction, there is a transparent elevator that connects all the floors. You start to walk towards the workplace cafeteria, where Shoto had asked you to meet. He had given you some indications to avoid that you got lost, and you cannot be more grateful. As you enter the small food place, you find a free table and sit there, shuffling in your bag and grabbing your phone in case he texts.

“Hey, did you get here alright?” You hear Shoto’s voice and see him approaching you.

“Yes, thank you! I had never been here; it’s very nice!” you say, and he grins politely at your compliment.

“Do you want something to eat before we get to work? It’s on me.”

“Uh, sure! I’ll have whatever you have!” He nods and walks towards the cafeteria counter.

A couple of minutes later, he comes back with two plates of soba. It looks and smells amazing, and your stomach growls.

“Thanks, it looks really good!”

“I wasn’t sure if you liked soba, so I brought a couple of pork buns too.” He seems indifferent when he says this, but you still feel grateful.

“I appreciate it.” You smile and decide to go straight to the work talk. “So, have they given you all the investigation paperwork?” You ask as you start to eat.

“Yes, but it doesn’t have a lot of information since it is all recent.” He says and you nod in understanding.

“Do you have it with you?” you ask.

“All the files are on my computer. After we have lunch, we can go to my office and check all the information we have together.”

“Sounds good.” You nod and give him a slight smile.

After that, none of you speak for a few minutes. You feel awkward as you hear some room chatter and cutlery sounds echoing in the background.

You search in your mind for topics you can talk about with Shoto, but your confidence in starting a conversation lessens every time you see his uninterested face. You know from the media that he is not very talkative, but he still has a great reputation for treating his fans and other civilians with respect. You look at him in an attempt to find the key to making him speak.

He suddenly looks up from his plate of soba and meets your gaze, quirking his brow in curiosity. You blush, feeling a wave of embarrassment for being caught, and then focus your eyes again on your own food.

Shoto is very interested in your personality. Yesterday, while you were in the morgue, you seemed very confident and eager to be heard, but right now, you are as quiet as a mouse. He doesn’t know if something is bothering you, so he decides to clear his throat and break the silence.

“What you were explaining yesterday was interesting.”

He sees how your face lights up, and he thinks you resemble a little kid that is given candy.

“Really? I thought you were going to pass out right there.” You chuckle at the memory.

“I was not. I don’t usually see corpses, so I was just taking it all in.” He shrugs while sinking back to his plate.

“Right.” You understand how impactful it is to see a scene like that for the first time. “You said it was your first time in a morgue; did you like it?” You offer an expectant smile, as if what you just asked was common.

Shoto thinks for a couple of seconds for the right words and then answers.

“Uhm- I mean, as a job it is intriguing, but I really expect it to be the only reason I’m ever there.” He scratches the back of his neck, with a thoughtful look.

“Yeah, I get it!” You say, while laughing at his unintended joke. You see how the corners of his lips shift to a small smile.

“Do you like it? Your job?” he asks.

“Yes! I always liked science as a kid, and when I got older, I started reading and watching a lot of crime stories. So, I chose a job where I can do both!”

“How are you capable of facing death so easily?”

You’re not taken aback by the question. People commonly ask you that when they learn what your job is, but it surprises you that he is engaging in the talk. Not that you’re complaining; you are a very talkative person.

“I mean, it’s not that it doesn’t affect me. I have seen terrible and heart-wrenching things, but I would rather think of the people that may be saved if I helped even the slightest from my lab. You’re a hero; you must know what I mean.”

He hums and nods in response, seemingly satisfied with your answer. After that, you fall back in silence for a while as you both finish your food. Then, you decide to ask him if he’s ready to chime into work.

"Well, do you-”

“Are you-”

You and Shoto speak at the same time, making the both of you blush at the awkwardness.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” You ask first.

“I was going to ask if you were finished with your food so we could get to work.”

“Oh! Yeah, I’m finished. I was about to ask you the same thing.” You chuckle.

“Let’s go, then.” He gives a small smile.

You follow Shoto through the agency; he enters the elevator and presses the last button, apparently for the highest floor in the building. The elevator is made of glass, allowing you to admire the agency as you go up.

It takes a few seconds for the elevator to arrive, and when the door opens, you catch sight of the entire city through the big windows. It is an awesome view, but you get chills when you realize how far from the floor you are.

Before you can think any further, Shoto taps on your shoulder and tells you, “My office is over here.” Gesturing to a door at the end of the hall.

He starts to walk, and you go behind him. He shuffles in the bags of his pants, looking for his keys, and opens the door, moving to the side so you can enter first.

“Thanks.” You say, and he closes the door after getting in.

You turn to see the office; it is very neat and organized; it is very ordinary as well. There are some wooden shelves in the back, stuck up with decorations; there is a simple desk made of a similar wood; and three black leather chairs, one behind the desk and two in front.

“Let me move one of the chairs next to mine, so you can see the computer.” Shoto says, and soon enough he is carrying one of the chairs and placing it beside his.

You walk around the desk and take a seat, thanking Shoto once again. He nods and sits next to you; then, he turns the computer on and types a password that you swear is longer than a whole book chapter, so you start laughing.

He turns to look at you and asks, “Why are you laughing? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just that your password is very long! Sorry for prying, but I noticed you tapped like a whole sentence.” You keep laughing, and he just stares, confused. “How do you even remember that?”

“I just changed it today. I used to have just a pin, but you said that the files are supposed to be confidential, so I thought I was supposed to be more cautious. That’s why I locked my office too.” Shoto explained, still unamused and disconcerted.

“Oh.” Now you feel bad for laughing, but you find it a little adorable how serious Shoto is taking everything you say. “I guess it’s fine then; better safe than sorry,” and you smile at him.

He nods and smiles as well, then turns around and clicks around his files to find the one with all the information the police had collected. When it opens, you see that it’s just three pages of information, one for each person that was found.

You read through it and see that it’s just details of the victims and where and how they were found.

“Is it really just that?” You ask, a little disappointed and stressed about how you really are going to have to start from zero.

“And some photos, but I was waiting for you so we could see them.”

“Okay.” You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Where do you want to start? Should we read the files, the labs, or see the photos?”

Shoto notices how you tense up a little, so he figures you should start with the topic that you like the most.

“Let’s read the labs first.”

“Nice choice.” You grab the documents that you had in your bag and place them on the desk. “So… Did you understand everything I explained yesterday, or should we go over it again?”

“I got it after you explained it in a more universal language.” He says with a slight apologetic tone. You laugh slightly.

“Good! But, I guess I’ll have to give you a ‘Forensics Medicine 101’ as we go through the labs!”

“Okay.” Shoto says, and shrugs.

“Wait, really? I was joking.”

“Only if you want. I think it is important for me to understand the case better.”

“Oh, okay. Take one of the labs; we’ll go through it together as I explain, then!”

Shoto nods and takes the document that is on top.

“Okay, so first things first. As a medical examiner, my job is to collect the proof that the body presents. I am in charge of the autopsies to determine the cause of death and other conditions that people may have been exposed to before and after dying.”

“And you do that only by watching the body?”

“Mostly, yes. There’s so much a body can say: the facial expressions, the placement of the body, the condition of the organs… But when there are signs of exposure to unnatural circumstances, we take samples of the body fluids for analysis.”

“And what made you think there was something unnatural about this?”

“Honestly, I was just taking the labs to confirm the time that the body had been deceased. At first, I thought the person had had some kind of terrible infection, but then the lab results did not check with the decomposition.”

“It’s what you were saying yesterday, right?”

“Yeah. And after that, a second and third bodies arrived with similar signs. So, I just got suspicious that something was wrong.” You shrug.

“I get it; I would have thought so too.” He says, and you feel glad that someone is on your side.

“Well, back to the labs. I took samples of everything, so we can go through each section.”

“Each section?”

“Yeah, you know; blood, hormones, organs, toxicology, DNA…”

“Oh, okay.” He nods.

You read each result with Shoto, explaining if anything was in or out of the parameters. This is like the hundredth time you have read these labs, so you almost know them by memory. As you explain, Shoto just nods or frowns, but he seems to understand most of it.

Then, you get to the last section, which was DNA. You are reading when Shoto interrupts you.

“You can see a person’s quirk in a DNA test?”

“Yes, of course! There are DNA tests that specialize in genealogical quirk trees!”

“And what does it mean if it says ‘n/e’?”

“What? Where did you see that?” Shoto extends the paper and points to the words he just read.

You seem suddenly agitated and grab the other two labs. You turn the pages straight to the DNA sections and gasp.

“I knew something was slipping from me!”

“What is happening?” Shoto asks.

“The three labs say ‘n/e’ in this section; ‘n/e’ means ‘non-existent’.” You take your hand to cover your mouth in a very pensive manner.

“I still don’t get it.”

“Shoto, none of these people had quirks. If a person is really behind this, they may be targeting quirkless people!”

You can physically see how the information dawns on Shoto. His lips part, and his eyes open in surprise. As you both process the new knowledge, the room goes silent for a while.

“Now what? What do we do with this information?” You ask with a nervous laugh.

“We should write it down, I guess.”

“I mean, obviously. But what I’m saying is that we should alert the population, right? We cannot let quirkless people roam around like everything is just fine!”

“But we cannot tell them either, at least not yet. We will only cause a mass panic.” Shoto's expression is stoic, in comparison to yours.

“And we let innocent people die while we figure it out?” Your tone is low, but accusative.

“For all we know, this person is not yet aware that we are investigating these murders. We already have a lead; we are on advantage.”

“I understand that, but I really think we should at least tell the police.”

“(Y/L/N), we are technically the police. But don’t worry; it is very uncommon nowadays to find people without a quirk. I’ll make the agency double the security in secluded areas; that should avoid that there’s another victim soon.”

“Okay.” You take a deep breath. “Sorry for panicking; this is my first case involving a possible serial killer; I don’t want to mess up!”

“It’s okay. You seem… passionate about your job.” Shoto says, and it makes you cackle.

“Let’s go back to the topic. I was thinking we could speak with someone who is specialized in fungi and quirks that involve mushrooms, like Shemage.”

“I know her; she was in my school. I can try to contact her.” Shoto says, with a thoughtful tone.

“Good!” You feel relieved to hear that someone might help you. You think that Shemage will be a great guide at understanding the killer’s quirk, which reduces the stress you were building.

After that, the two of you decide to continue reading the few information that was on the files, exchanging some commentary in between. As you go through the information, you write down the points you find the most important.

Start searching in the government’s quirk registration

Start an investigation for quirk extremists

Speak with Shemage

Speak with the victims’ families

The list of tasks seems simple; you and Shoto can do this. How difficult can it be?

a/n: eng is not my first language, excuse any mistakes! I hope you liked it, comment your thoughts! <3

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angy-grrr · 4 months

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I keep seeing people worried abt potential Iz/ch but like. We know that he probably wanted to talk about the same thing they did at the cliff, and she will keep thinking about Toga.

Yeah, for a second I also got slightly worried -bc yk, heterosexuality can just happen at any moment-, but after reading it all it doesn't look romantic at all. At least to me.

I am going to use this ask as an excuse to discuss the leaks under the cut, elaborating on this too

This chapter, to me, looks like Izuku is considering what means for him to be a hero himself, and if he even gets to be called that.

He is really... reflecting, if we pay attention to his facial expressions. After that student who used to had Aizawa-sensei as her teacher says she realized she really wants to be a hero after dealing with his "pranks", he is contemplative, maybe thinking about what he believes a hero should do -and if he fulfilled that role.

Ochako is the person who opened up about her complicated feelings towards a villain -while keeping to herself her admiration for certain things-, and probably he wanted to know more about her fight/confrontation. Because Uraraka interrupts him to comment on his hair, they probably haven't talked during their time in the hospital -idk about medical stuff, but im pretty sure he already went thru the operation and had his head shaved in chapter 424, that's why im guessing they were more focused on healing physically than meeting each other.

Because of this, I believe Izuku doesn't know what happened between her and Himiko, and because she probably isn't as relevant for the public as AFO, the end could also be unknown to him, including Ochako's thoughts. But after seeing how she is all okay apparently, chatting like nothing happened just like most of them... he probably felt more alone.

I can't confirm what he feels bc, well, he doesnt say it. Izuku just looks to me like he is looking for someone who could understand his goal of saving a villain, and how it could hurt failing, even if you are glad everyone is okay, but the only people who were open about it -Ochako, who also was focused on stopping and saving a villain who is "not related" to her, and Shoto, who wanted to save his villain brother- don't seem to want to talk about it with him. Like they can move on into other things.

Uraraka seems fine, idk what that says about Himiko's fate -I'm hoping she is okay and we'll get to see it later-, and Todoroki directly says it... is he alone in this? Is he a bad hero bc he couldn't save Shigaraki fully, or because he's stuck in that moment?

This chapter doesnt go against the idea I expressed here -it was a promise to themselves, and he expected Ochako to tell him about the aftermath and the internal conflict of being a hero that saves villains, just like before. But now, Ochako isn't opening up to him, she is keeping it light, and he doesnt want to be a burden.

Izuku rn is isolating himself bc he isn't being vulnerable with others first -the only people he is like that is All Might, and slightly Katsuki because he can't just lie to their faces. Before, both Shoto and Ochako were the ones who would spill their feelings to him, and he expected to be able to also be honest in return -but not being the first one. If he starts it, he risks making others feel sad, angry or down for things they might not even think about, so he prefers to shut up and keep it to himself.

Him and Katsuki... is complicated, because with his feelings he ends up pushing Izuku to places he might not be comfortable with -for example, expressing his admiration and closeness to the point of being nasty and inappropriate, and not hating it bc they are parts of Kacchan. He doesn't feel like he can say that, yet Katsuki makes him see those sides of him instead of focusing on other practical things.

Izuku is a clueless character, who prefers to put others' happiness over his own, and feels conflicted over his fight with Shigaraki. He is the definition of the bad at feelings tag. When he looks for support in the people he knows could be in the same position, and start the conversation for him -give him permission to express his thoughts- he finds they are doing okay. They are not lost, confused, or stuck. They look... fine.

But he is not okay.

Making that moment just an izu///ocha moment... idk, I think that takes a lot from their characters and from Shigaraki and Himiko, like the villains are just tools to make them a couple.

#grrr talking #bkdk #dkbk #togaocha #ig???#i dont want to elaborate a lot on togachako rn as I need to see more of ochako n what could have happened #also I love how its June in their world too lol happy pride month everyone #bnha spoilers #bakudeku #using this tag so the antis can't find the post

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sanjisluvbot · 2 years

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⋆˙⊹MASTERLIST˖⁺ 🪼

Extra disclaimer : I will not do smut for minors, I can give you a little kiss or something but that’s it.

SERIES:

Isekai Yandere Strawhats 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19

Strawberry fields josuke x black fem reader Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 ( maybe )

Miguel O’Hara x Black Fem Reader Pt1 Pt2?

Isekai Yandere Strawhats CH 2 1

As Above So Below Raian Kure x Black Fem Reader 1 2 3

ONESHOTS:

Sanji x Black Fem Reader GOOD DAYS

Isekai BNHA x Black Fem Reader

Don’t Drink The Tea

Nami x Black Fem Reader Time well spent

Zoro x Black Fem Reader Time apart

Yander Josuke x Black Fem Reader ( Aged up )

Portgas D. Ace x Fem reader live

Isekai Yandere Strawhats x BNHA Black Fem reader

Isekai Platonic Yandere Strawhats

Getou Suguru Hopes And Dreams

HEADCANNONS:

Platonic Yandere Todoroki

Bakugo X black Fem realtionship HC

Bucciarati x Black Fem Reader relationship HC

Isekai Yandere Strawhats x Distrustful reader

JOJO:

One piece:

My hero academia:

Naruto:

Chainsawman:

AKI X Black Fem Reader

SPECIFIC CHARACTERS:

Katsuki Bakugo:

Todoroki Shoto:

Jotaro Kujo:

Josuke Higashikata: Strawberry fields

AKI:

Gojo Satoru:

Fushiguro Megumi:

Nanami Kento:

Sanji: A prince’s wish

Zoro:

Eustass Kidd:

Killer:

Trafalgar Law:

Portgas D. Ace: Live

Hatake Kakashi: The student becomes the teacher

Shikamaru:

Raian Kure: series

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shadowsandshapes · 1 year

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[Spicy] FFTB | CH 10: Secrets Among the Sheets (Dabi/F!Reader)

Summary: Dabi shares his secret and is in dire need of some comfort afterward. Things get a little heated between the two of you. Contains: Mild Angst (Dabi's Past, yknow), Comfort, SPICE, MINORS I WILL STAB YOU IF YOU INTERACT, Dirty Talking, Cursing, Dabi This Isn't How You Deal With Your Emotions But Goddamn Are You Hot, Dry Humping

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“We gotta have a talk you and me.”

That’s something you never want to hear after waking up in a dude’s bed.

You turned to face Dabi as you pulled one of his old T-shirts over your head. He was on the bed, keeping his eyes averted as you changed out of last night’s clothes and into some of his spare duds. Whatever was going through his mind had his leg feverishly bouncing up and down against the mattress. He wasn’t as violently anxious as last night but the sight still raised your apprehension. You approached the bed – laying a hand on his knee. That seemed to do the trick. The shaking stopped. Dabi looked up and sucked in a deep breath, his azure eyes struggling to hide their inner turmoil. This was serious. He opened his arms for you. While the gesture came across as hesitant and tense, you accepted – crawling into Dabi’s lap with your bare thighs on either side of his body. The tension in his bones had him feeling so fucking wound up, but your presence helped to ease the pressure.

“Okay,” you said, nestling up against him. “Whenever you’re ready.”

A meaningful silence followed. You could hear Dabi’s heart beating behind his ribs. Frantic and uncertain. There was so much he had to tell you – he was just looking for a place to start. Somehow, holding you tighter made this easier. His hand landed on the small of your back, finding support. Both physically and emotionally. Trust had to start somewhere, Dabi realized, and he had a lot of catching up to do for the shit he’d put you through.

“Before you…before we do this – you should know everything. Little while ago you asked me why I joined the League, yeah?” Dabi started, waiting for you to process the information. You nodded, allowing him to continue. This next part was even more difficult to say. “Touya – my name’s Todoroki Touya. Endeavor is my father.”

Your blood turned to ice. “The new number fucking one? That Endeavor?”

“Yeah, I know.” Dabi chuckled, recognizing the horrified look on your face. A vehement bitterness and cold hard pain tainted the sound of his laughter. “The bastard’s obsessed with surpassing AllMight but he’s too fucking weak to do it himself. Too egotistical to look past his own shortcomings. So? He forced his delusional dream onto his kids. I was the oldest and also his biggest failure. Trained me so hard a threw up. Beat me and my siblings. And mom. Pushed me to do more and more and more until – I wasn’t good enough anymore. My body couldn’t handle the heat –”

He raised his arm. You followed his movements – heart aching as you watched his eyes harden into a hateful stare at the numerous burns on his skin. Dabi loathed his body and his mangled appearance so much, you could barely stand the way he cursed it with his next breath. “Look at me. Look how fucked up my face is. I don’t even recognize the kid I used to be anymore. My old man doesn’t even recognize me anymore…”

This wasn’t about his body. He sighed – taking a moment to get back on track. It was about Endeavor. About retribution. “When Shoto was born...no one cared about me anymore. It killed me. He was everything to me, you know? All I wanted was for him to be proud of me. Stupid fucking kid. Couldn’t see him for what he really was. Fucking monster. I joined the League to take him down. I needed resources and connections. Shigaraki and the League could give me those.”

You sat quietly for a moment – processing all he had told you. “Holy fucking shit, Dabi…” was all you could muster at first. That was one hell of a story to process. It tugged at your very soul to hear him speak about his past. No one should have to face such injustice from their own flesh and blood. A myriad of emotions coursed through your body all at once. You couldn’t rationalize this. There was no reason this should have happened – yet it was human nature to attempt to find one. When you finally settled on a feeling to accept, you pressed your lips together – biting back a curse. Lashing out was not the answer right now. Not when Dabi needed you. You steeled your fury. For now.

He waited for your pity. For you to give him those big, tearful eyes that made him feel inadequate in every way. Sympathy was usually what most humans resorted to upon hearing of such a tragedy. Dabi didn’t want you to think he was weak – but he needed to get through this anyway. If you were going to be together, you needed to know the whole truth. That included the broken, battered and bruised state of his soul. Your soft, warm hands cupped his cheeks, forcing him to confront your judgment head-on. What he saw was surprising. Your eyes were burning hot. Furious. Filled with an anger he had only considered himself capable of.

It swirled in your gaze as you held onto Dabi’s face, your gentle fingers soothingly tracing the edges of his scars. “Whatever you need from me – I’ll do it. We’re gonna make him pay, yeah?”

“I’m gonna go up against the pros, sweet thing. Top of the charts, the Hero Commission and the entire goddamn police force that comes with it. Are you sure? You wanna stay with me?”

“Dabi, I don’t give two shits who we have to take down. I’m doing this with you.”

You weren’t lying. Dabi’s eyes searched every inch of yours for any sign of bullshit but found none. It wasn’t as relieving as he had hoped. If you had just rejected him, Dabi could have forgotten about you. But you weren’t like that.

In keeping with the tradition of making nothing but trouble for him, you weren’t going to abandon him.

“Fuck – I was really hoping you wouldn’t say that,” Dabi admitted with a chuckle. “You’re making it real hard on me to stay away from you, you know?”

You rolled your eyes before planting a quick kiss against his cheek. “I don’t want you to stay away from me, hotshot. Wouldn’t have asked you to take me home if I did.”

A small smile formed on Dabi’s lips as he pulled you closer, resting his chin on the curve of your shoulder. “Even though I look like a literal diseased nutsack?” he asked, just a hint of humor to his tone. That was good. You both needed a laugh after the bombshell he just dropped.

You chuckled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Buddy – you could look like a moldy peach and I’d still gladly devour you.”

Dabi was staring at you now. Grinning from ear to ear as he ruffled the top of your head. His eyes, previously dull and heavy with anguish, now gleamed brightly again. “You have a way with words, princess. So fuckin’ romantic – I’m swooning.” You grumbled at him half-heartedly, swatting at his hand with a quiet curse for messing with your hair. “One more thing: no one else knows about this and I’d like to keep it that way until the time is right, okay? This is between you and me.”

“Our secret,” you nodded. “Scout’s honor…or rather scoundrel’s honor, I suppose.”

You sat in his lap for what seemed like an eternity. The silence between you felt comfortable. Dabi’s hands rested on your bare thighs – their heat soaking into your skin as they kneaded the flesh. He couldn’t help himself. Something about you wearing his shirt was simply mesmerizing. The way the fabric rested against the curve of your breasts and pooled around your waist was so enticing. Inviting him to touch you more. Despite their inherent heat, you shivered beneath his fingers.

“Dabi –” you breathed out, “–you gotta knock that shit off, I’m – you just bared your soul to me…”

His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned in to kiss your neck. Your startled gasp only served to fuel his desire. “Let me have this,” Dabi said with a chuckle. Fuck – you were cute like this. That bright blush dusting your cheeks enchanted him. It was just what the doctor ordered to get rid of this uncomfortable feeling in his guts. “Kinda feel like shit after talking about it. Can’t we have some fun?”

As he spoke, Dabi rolled his hips, grinding himself up into your body. With each deliberate motion, you could feel his cock hardening in his pants as it brushed against your inner thigh. Guiding you to move along with him to create more friction, Dabi firmly planted his hands on your waist and tugged. This wasn’t how normal people dealt with their emotions – you wanted to tell him that, but Dabi had a way of overwhelming your senses. You wanted this too. If it brought him comfort – why would you refuse? You let out a soft moan, unable to think of much else with Dabi’s hard cock prodding at your clothed sex.

“Yeah, that’s it…that’s a pretty noise,” he praised. “Make me feel s’good. Faster, baby.”

You didn’t need more encouragement. His husky, broken voice was all it took for you to pick up the pace. With both of your hands clasped onto his shoulders, you shifted your weight to get a better angle. Dabi groaned out as you rocked your hips against him. You sounded so sweet – panting heavily in the crook of his neck as you struggled to catch your breath. It was driving him insane. He watched the edge of his shirt ride up your thighs and quickly moved his hands to the next exposed skin. Your thighs were so soft and warm. Perfect in every way. Every inch Dabi was allowed to touch was a blessing to his senses. The way your skin molded itself to his palm as he squeezed down, spilling in between his fingers, was mesmerizing. He didn’t know you could blush all over until he saw your thighs come alive with color. It was beautiful. You were gorgeous – grinding against his lap just for him. Doing your damndest to make him feel good. Dabi figured he ought to return he favor. You were doing so well. Moaning and gasping for air from just this over-the-clothes shit. It made him wonder what it would feel like to plunge his cock into your aching cunt.

Fuck – entertaining that fantasy only spurred him on more. Dabi was gonna ruin you. Make you take his cock until the only word you remembered was his name. Pound that pussy until it permanently remembered the shape of him, molded to him to be a perfect fit.

Dabi pulled you in – doubling his own efforts to grind up into you. “You’re gonna make me cum like this…you hear me? I’m gonna cum in these pants if you keep doing that. That’s how fucking horny I am – what you do to me. I can’t wait to fuck you stupid. Have you choking on my cock with that pretty, sassy little mouth of yours. Always talking shit. I bet you suck dick real good.”

The absolute filth that poured from his lips had your cheeks flaring up. You whined as your eyes zoned in on the wet stain permeating his jeans. A mixture of your own slick soaking through your panties and Dabi’s pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock. He was twitching wildly every time your desperate voice rang into his ear. The very sight of it shot a wave of arousal directly into your core. You lost control of your voice then – moaning and crying out for him. Dabi’s eyes widened as you threw your head back in pure ecstasy.

“Shit – that’s hot. Yeah, keep it going,” he groaned out, bucking his hips with each word. “Keep it going, keep it g– Oh, fuck.” You watched Dabi’s eyes roll back – a shudder rocking through his entire body. The stain on his pants grew larger as his seed plastered itself against the fabric, some of it even leaking through to the other side. All you could do was beg mindlessly as you rubbed yourself against him. His slick went everywhere. Sticking to your bare thighs. Soaking into the cotton of your underwear, staining the base of your panties. You were so goddamn close.

“Dabi – please – I can’t –”

A scream ripped through the air – but it wasn’t your pleasured voice that interrupted your begging. You froze, a desperate moan dying on your tongue as you turned toward the source with pure, icy-cold horror running through your veins.

“Tomuraaaaaaaaaaaaaa –” Toga stood just a few feet away in the doorway to Dabi’s room, with the door wide open and a deranged, toothy grin on her lips. She cast her voice down the hall at full volume, alerting the entire League of what she had found. “(Y/n) is back and she’s fucking Dabi!”

In the distance, you could Shigaraki’s voice rising up above a chorus of chatter: “Pay up Spinner, you owe me a 20.”

A/N: Toga 🤝 Me, cockblocking you (: Is this the literary equivalent of edging? I reckon so. I did say this was a slow burn, didn't I? Hope you enjoyed a little taste of what is to come in the (ahem) climax of the story.

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greenhappyseed · 1 year

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MHA Ch. 386 leak reactions

SKSJSJSJDHDH!! Toshi vs AFO v3! Toshi is in his suit (No tie!!! Shirt untucked!!!) and smiling at AFO!!! Not to brag, but:

God, Toshi is reassuring Shoto and Tenya, giving them his uwu smile. My heart!!!

And of course, Toshi says AFO is “his” battle and Tsukauchi calls him an idiot for it. Toshi is quirkless, true, but he’s ready to use Hercules and his magic briefcase to stall AFO as long as possible (though I think AFO will just gloopy warp Izuku and Tomura to him since they’re within range). Either way, All Might’s gonna be a quirkless hero and do his best.

I’m also curious that we’ve had 2 chapters in a row with the hint that AFO is being overly influenced by Shigaraki. In 385, AFO himself noted something dark was brewing in his core due to Shigaraki’s influence. In 386, it’s All Might wondering if AFO’s newfound hatred is Shigaraki’s influence. Hmmmm.

All Might says “Body and mind are two different things…” this sounds like a take on the Buddhist principle of interconnectedness, and I’m curious to see where Horikoshi goes with this.

…Especially because it’s now All Might who has connected the comms and steered Shoto and Tenya towards Endeavor, Dabi, and presumably the rest of the Todofam climbing out of the moving block’s emergency exit. (In addition to All Might as The Symbol of Peace, of course!)

Tenya carrying “lost child” Shoto on his back to join the Todoroki family is perfect. And Stain saw and heard it all (meaning he heard All Might too). I talked before about how important it was that All Might was the voice in the heroes’ ears, helping give the heroes hope.

Dabi’s overheating without Shoto to cool him (Inasa’s wind isn’t enough?) and that’s about to cause a big boom in Gunga. This feels a little handwavey, but I’m ok with it. We all know Toya needs and wants help but can’t expressly ask for it.

Horikoshi is really starting to pull this battle together — Hawks is quirkless, Endeavor and Dabi are about to burn each other out, and All Might is up against AFO with Stain on the loose. I’ve said that we’re gonna see some real scares before the manga is over, and I’m hyped and ready. But I still don’t think Hori is killing any big characters.

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ghostlyforxst · 1 year

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GENDER: Female Reader

WARNINGS: Spider Hybrids (Drider), Inappropriate Language, Age Up, +18, Masturbation, Oral (Male and Female Receiving), Slight! Scratching, Male Whimpering, Breeding, Mentions of Oviposition, Belly Inflation, Squirting, and Marking

CHARACTER: Shoto Todoroki

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

You pushed through the dense undergrowth, clothes dampening as the argent clouds poured their tears onto you and the lush foliage that encircled you. Your pen scribbled along the lines of your journal, ink smudging as the driblets mingled with it, trekking farther into the forest. Too engrossed to not discern the considerable amount of webbing spun into the taunting trees. That’s until you stumbled into the silken and adherent threads, hands fumbling to remove the webs from your hair and face.

“What the…?” You murmured, your jaw slackening as you peered up at the trees. The viridescent leaves were barely appearing through the ghostly webbing. ‘What could’ve been large enough to create this?’

You contemplated the sheet of webs, taking them between your fingers and studying them. You were knowledgeable that the threads were produced by an arachnid, but what baffled you was what species was able to bring about this much webs? You shrugged the rucksack from your shoulders and unpacked your camera, photoing your surroundings. You pulled the camera from your face, reviewing the images, and abruptly the camera was torn away. “Huh!?”

You whirled around to the susurrating trees, murmuring as something hid within them. And a head peaked from the leafage, a man was responsible for those active tree limbs; his hair divided by fiery and wintry strands. And his eyes, there were four impenetrable heterochromatic eyes—you assumed a shadow was casted upon the frowning man, making you believe he had more than two eyes.

“May I have my camera back?” You asked warily, your palm facing the sunless skies and held in the direction of the man.

The man sumerages himself back into the leaves, leaving you frustrated but you exhaled and let your stuff come to the dirt ground. “I’m not going to harm you.”

You waited, but he remained shrouded by the greenery.

“Please.”

Cautiously several legs emerged from the tree and soon the abdomen of a spider, the fur resembling his hair, and then a human torso pursuing after. You staggered back, frightened by the enormous and intimidating creature. The creature glowered and threw your camera to the ground, smashing it.

“No,” You yelled, “why the hell would you do that!?”

“You’ll go and expose me to everyone. They’ll hunt me down, kill me, and experiment with me!” The creature seethe, skittering towards you.

You yelped, plummeting to the ground, as he shadowed over your cowering form. He bared his fangs, chest rising and falling, menacingly.

You grasped at the turf beneath your hands, dirt muddying your nails and fingers, and you deterred your head from him. “W-what are you?”

“I’m Shoto, a drider, and you?” He answered, indifferently.

“I’m Y/N, human.”

Shoto snatches you by the wrist with sudden movements, dragging you behind him.

“Woah, where are we going!?” You fretted, your arm yanking to unconfine itself from his grip.

“My nest, I can’t allow you to leave now that you are aware of my existence.”

“I won’t tell–even if I did, they wouldn’t believe me!” You cried, digging your feet into the softened ground.

He took no notice of your words, ignoring you, and ushered you into a burrow; his webs laminated the earthy walls and the farther the hole went the dimmer and wider it got. Hushed tears dampened your cheeks, you recoiled into a corner just as he released your wrist.

“It’s not like I’m going to devour you, so there's no need to cry.” He stated, tucking his spider appendages beneath him as he laid.

Your nose itches with a sniffle, rubbing the tears from your sore eyes, as you quivered from the chilled air.

“You’re cold, aren’t you?” He questioned, mindful of the obvious.

“...”

“Come here,” He beckoned.

You bobbed your head, denying, and huddling nearer to the cold-dirt wall.

Shoto huffed and tugged you by the sleeve of your shirt and tucked you underneath his furred abdomen, weighing enough of himself to help you remain warm. You floundered about, shoving against him, before eventually surrendering.

“It isn’t as awful as you thought, huh?”

You averted your eyes and brung your knees to your chest, shutting your drowsy eyes.

—

You were deaf to your surroundings, blearily stroking your palm over the velvety strands of Shoto’s abdomen.

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“Y/N!”

You squinted up at Shoto’s wide-eyed face, comprehending that yesterday wasn’t dreamt, and you spoke listlessly. “Yeah?”

His eyes observed where your hand rested fondling his short hairs, your eyes followed his and hastily you jerked your hand away. “Sorry!”

Shoto smiled meekly and scurried away, “ It’s fine, are you hungry?”

“I am.” You replied, pushing from the ground.

“Stay put or I’ll hunt you down and kill you, understood?”

You agreed, watching as he ascended up the burrow.

Days like this continued, waking beneath Shoto confused until you familiarize and tolerated it—well not all days.

This day Shoto seemed fairly skittish and bothered, his rather pale skin appeared clammy and flushed. When you concerned to him about his behavior, he would dismiss your worries with short answers before he scuttled off. Bedtimes changed as well, you slept away from Shoto underneath a knitted-webbed blanket he created for you—it executed its use but you longed for Shoto’s warmth again.

It was the third night like this, you laid awake with your back turned to him. Shoto was ignorant of your sleepless form as one of his many hands drifted lower, gliding the pad of his fingers along his slit. Your brows pinched, perceiving a short gasp and a steady slick thwack that came from him

‘Is he…masturbating?’ You pondered, cheeks warm with lust.

You shifted to face him, discreetly and carefully, and you stared bugged-eyed. Observing him as he fingered his sopping slit, jaw jutting with a stifled whimper as his finger curled in to that spongy wall. His head slouches, gulping air, and his rosy lips parted as he repeated the action. You felt your cunt pulse with need, finding pleasure in Shoto fucking himself. Your thighs chafed against one another to relieve yourself, your oozing hole clenching around nothing.

“Y/N.” Shoto grunted, teeth clenching.

You inhaled sharply whilst his cock bobbed out from his cloaca, angrily flush, and he stained his fingers with his liquid arousal. Shoto’s eyes turned to you, face paled and heart weighing with apprehension, before his cheeks blooming with embarrassment. “You weren’t supposed to be awake, Y/N.”

You lips tugged into a teasing smile and push the webbed blanket from you before moving on your hands and knees towards him, “Shoto if you were in need of some help, you should’ve asked~”

You sit on your knees below his belly button, before his weeping cock, and glanced amorously up at him as you wait for his say so.

“Please…”

His wobbling lower lip and desperate whines for attention had you wanting to surrender and allow him to fuck you how he wanted. Your hand takes his length and gives a laggard stroke, observing how a gasp emits from his gaped mouth. Your thumb rubs over the slit of his dick, caressing along his erection.

“Mouth.” Shoto sighs, his fingers knotting themselves in your hair and ushering you to take his cock.

You laughed lightly, bringing his dick closer to your lips, and tasting the precum that dribbled from his cock head just before swallowing down his dick—hollowing your cheeks as your dexterous tongue swept along his length.

“Fuck,” Shoto cursed, “s’fucking good!”

Your fingers tapped the lips of his cloaca, sinking past, and kneaded his squelchy walls. Shoto mewls and his hips rutted into your hand, thrusting his dick farther down your throat, spurting his piping cum into your stomach.

He plucks you from the ground, tearing your clothes eagerly from you, his lips monopolizing yours heatedly. Shoto’s fingers dug into the fat of your hips, the pads of his fingers kissing down to your slick cunt, his lips curled into a sneer. Your heart thrummed against your chest, hurling a rush of blood to your cheeks and wave of heat to your pulsing pussy—humming pleasingly.

Your puffy lips smooched along Shoto’s sweaty chest as his thumb circled your clit, hissing as his fingers eased into your heat. “M’please, Shoto.”

Shoto’s finger twisted and turn before halting and fucking you, you squealed and buried your nose in his nape as your nails scratch at his back.

“Y’ look s’good right now, s’fuckin beautiful!” He murmured into your hair, his finger grazing into that right spot.

“I’m cumming, right there!” You wailed, your vision twinkling with stars as you reached your high.

Shoto’s fingers pulled from your cunt, bathed in your cloudy release, and he swirled his lengthy and narrow tongue around them. He stared half-lidded, salivating, tasting you on his tongue—heavenly, aware he was never going to get bored of your flavor.

His fingers leave his mouth with an audible pop, a string of slobber dangling from his lips and fingers. Shoto’s hand reaches down, kneading his erection, and he smears the head of his cock against your lower lips before gradually working you open.

“Thank you,” he whimpered, straining. “I would’ve not lasted much longer, s’close to ravishing you myself!”

You envisaged yourself choosing to ignore him, turning a blind eye when you caught him masturbating, pondering what he would’ve done. Would you wake up to him fucking your tight pussy, doused in sweat as he whined and pleaded to you for a release. You shudder at your thought, aroused by and desired it—maybe you could another time…

Shoto flips you over, pinning your face into his webs with a hand and another keeping your hips high in the air, rutting frantically. A filthy noise pours from your mouth, nearing a shriek as his balls stimulate your clit, and your hips push against his thrust. Shoto sucks in a breath, feeling his cock swell and the tiny orbs travel down his length and popping into your fertile womb.

“Oh shit, wha’s that feelin’-”

“Shh take em’ all,” Shoto choked, “gonna make you a m-mommy.”

You whine, back arching, as you orgasm. Shoto’s hand patted your bloated tummy, nuzzling your neck before his teeth pierced the skin, coming undone himself.

“I love you.”

You panted and eased his dick from your sore pussy, “m’love you too.”

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mhacentral · 4 months

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MHA Origin trio's Origins and Risings

Katsuki Bakugo Origin Ch 62 (note pic is from ch 65 but i felt it better suited his origin) - Bakugo's origin comes from him decalring to be the hero who wants to win no matter what

Katsuki Bakugo Rising Ch 285 - Save to Win.... Bakugo's Rising happens when his body moves on his own to selflessly save Midoriya

Shoto Todoroki Origin Ch 39 - Todoroki's origin is when he remembers his power is his own, and he should use his full powers to be the hero he wants to be

Shoto Todoroki Rising Ch 390 - (note pic is from volume where significant changes were made) - Todoroki's rising happens when he chooses to go past his limits with everything he has, using his Phosphor (the true combination of ice and fire) to save everyone, both his family and the people

Izuku Midoriya Origin Ch 1 - Midoriya's origin happens after saving Bakugo physically from harm from the sludge villain.... so most think. But that is not the true origin of his story.... his real origin comes from saving All Might by reinvigorating his spirit, and in turn, All Might tells him he can be a hero and thus grands him OFA

Izuku Midoriya Rising Ch 422 - Midoriya's rising comes from having finally accepted his weakness and that the kindness and help from others makes him stronger, something All MIght couldn't do an which ultimately makes Izuku Midoriya surpass All Might in this moment

#mha #mha 322 #deku #midoriya #izuku #bakugo #katsuki #todoroki #shoto #Origin #Rising #origin trio #fave

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pinkykats-place · 2 years

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Jealous BakuDeku [Bakugo is jealous of Todoroki]

SFW

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked are mine.

None have smut … still read AO3 tags.

Art not mine - credit to @selpuku

Note: If you read any of these works and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

Mine by Catsired

Summary: Todoroki has been spending a little too much time around Deku lately, and Katsuki isn't gonna stand for it.

{One Shot}

I watch you from afar (but I want you in my arms) by mnxyre

Summary: He wondered if the scars were more predominant up close. Maybe that’s why Todoroki was staring so intensely – staring at the way the thin slivering lines wrapped around Deku’s strong hands as he wrote.

He did notice how much that thought pissed him off.

— — —

Or Bakugou is jealous over how close Todoroki is with Midoriya.

{One Shot}

you could be the one that i love by yuhwanker

Summary: Everyone thinks that Izuku and Shoto are dating, but they couldn't be more wrong.

{One Shot}

Jealousy Trial by izukvs

Summary: A jealous Katsuki Bakugou makes a move on Izuku Midoriya before it's too late.

{One Shot}

Nitroglycerin by bubbleguchi

Summary: Since childhood, every glance from Katsuki has left Izuku in pieces, absolutely shattered by the feeling of being seen.

— — —

In which Izuku can't figure out what's got Katsuki so mad.

{One Shot}

Just the Right Height by Fawn_Eyed_Girl

Summary: Izuku is too short to reach all the items in the kitchen cabinets. Luckily, Todoroki-kun is always there to help him. But why does that make Kacchan so angry? Izuku needs to know.

{One Shot}

fuzzy inside by fromthefarshore

Summary: Bakugo is jealous.

{One Shot}

The Bakusquad's Guide to Wooing Your Crush

Summary: “Really?” Sero pressed his index finger against his chin and thumb under his jaw, looking up briefly before meeting Katsuki’s red eyes. “It sounds to me like you are scared. If you aren’t, then asking Midoriya out should be a piece of cake for you.”

“This is, like, the best thing I have seen in my entire life,” Kaminari whispered not so quietly to Ashido who was holding onto his arm.

Finally, after a moment of tense silence, Katsuki sat back down angrily on his chair. “Fuck off, Soy Sauce Face. I will ask him out.”

Complete | 5 Chapters

The roommate by silverynight

Summary: Most of them are ready to see if the guy is worthy of Todoroki's time, ready to tell him he'll have to face them if he ever hurts their friend…

But then he opens the door and all they see is bright green eyes (like emeralds), messy green hair and a face that's covered in freckles and the most blinding and sincere smile they have ever seen.

"I'm so happy you're here!" The young man says excitedly, his enthusiasm is contagious and honestly adorable. "I'm Midoriya Izuku!"

And just like that Midoriya charms his way into their hearts as well.

Pro Hero AU | Quirkless Midoriya

19/? CH | Last Updated May 2024

You & Me, Me & You by mynameis152

Summary: They were still the Wonder Duo. They were still best friends. The only real difference was that they didn’t go home to the same apartment, didn’t sleep in the same bed, or share lazy kisses in between breakfast, showers, and on-duty hours.

Katsuki was fine.

{One Shot}

Stupid F**king Kiwi by red_sneakers

Summary: “WHERE’D IT GO?” Katsuki's hands groped Deku’s stupid, fuzzy head of their own accord, tilting it from side to side, searching for remaining long hair and finding none. “HOW COULD YOU?”

“I—I . . .” Deku stuttered. “All Might said it’d make me more aerodynamic?”

-or-

Deku gets a haircut, and Katsuki’s fuming mad about it, for some reason. Then it’s Mina and the Bakusquad to the rescue! Mission: Help our emotionally constipated idiot get his mans.

Complete | 7 Chapters | UA Students

Movie Interruption by Tilly_1255

Summary: Bakugo has an extra movie ticket and reluctantly invites Midoriya to go with him. All is going according to plan until Todoroki shows up to the same showing…Cue a jealous Katsuki and a completely clueless Izuku.

{One Shot}

Of Shirts and Strawberries by EnduringParadox

Summary: He looked down at his shirt and gasped. "It is. How did that—oh, the laundry. I must've grabbed it by mistake. I'm sorry, Todoroki." Midoriya blushed; the tips of his ears turned red.

Shouto shook his head. "Don't be sorry. We had a really late night. It's fine. It looks better on you, anyway."

"I don't know about that, but thank you," said Midoriya with a chuckle.

There was a loud snap. Shouto glanced at Bakugou sitting at the table with Kaminari and Kirishima, textbooks splayed open and highlighted in an assortment of colors. For all that Bakugou was determined to bring their classmates' grades up, his temper sometimes got the better of him, as it now apparently had; Shouto saw the source of the noise was a pencil not so much broken in half but pulverized in Bakugou's grip. His jaw was clenched, and his teeth were grinding alarmingly.

Sounding both delighted and scandalized, Kaminari asked, "What's this about a late night?"

---

Shouto and Midoriya manage to bake a cake together. Afterwards, Midoriya accidentally takes Shouto's shirt, and Shouto is confused as to why Bakugou becomes so much more irritable.

{One Shot}

love in the mirror by endthisdream

Summary: “Kacchan,” Izuku said, amusement dancing in those bright, green eyes. “Just because we’re married to each other doesn’t mean that our parallel world counterparts would be too.”

Bakugou’s scowl deepened. He ignored the smug look in the Icyhot’s ugly face and the annoyingly similar sheepish grin on his husband’s copycat.

One Shot | Aged-Up BkDk

#bakudeku #jealousy #Baku jealous of Todoroki #ao3 bakudeku recs #SFW #bakudeku fluff #fic recs #bakugou x midoriya #ao3 #bakudeku recommendations #archive of our own fics #bakudeku jealousy fics #jealous bakugo #green eyed monster trope #fanfic recommendation #ao3 jealousy bakudeku #slight tododeku #bakudeku fic rec #bakudeku fic recs

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