#class 1 a headcanons

[ouch-thats-harsh]

hii!! how r u?? i saw ur BNHA Class1-a w/ an indian reader and i honestly LOVED IT!! i was hoping to request for an indian reader with class 1-a but where they think she is really quiet and shy. HOWEVER, they witness her OTHER side when they see her vibing like crazy to bollywood songs??????????????? thnx<333 hv a good day/nightt!!! :)))

Pairings: none! Just friends and classmates :)

warnings: none! Gn! Reader. Indian reader, the reader is a bit shy

Author's note: Omg, hello!!! It's been a while since I disappeared for no reason😭 I'm sorry I didn't see your ask till now!! I'm so glad you loved the fic, it came from a need, honestly. Also I'm definitely more than rusty at this rn, so please forgive me if this sucks, I'm not the best at English, so i apologise for any mistakes.

A day doesn't pass without your headphones and music. The ghazals, the carnatic music, the hindustani tunes and Bollywood moods to wake your soul up. It was a need for you because more than anything, it was a piece of your home. Their foreign exchange student from India was a specimen worth knowing. Smart, brilliant, gorgeous but also quiet. You being quiet was something they expected, the language barrier guarenteed it! they dubbed your behaviour as that, but turns out thats just the way you were. It added to your charm.

One early Monday, after seemingly a shitty week, everyone had to get back on schedule. Exhausted students pulling themselves out of beds for another tiring week wasn't something new. UA makes it a death week, sometimes literally. Fatigue rolled in by the evening. After letting your friends know that you were ready to turn in for the night, you went straight to your dorm to rest. That was until you got a Google photos notif, from the last time you went to navratri.

Sero was just walking to his room, he was unbothered and chill. Then came your dorm room.

Before long your friends were outside your door

*Knock knock*

from the outside one could hear the faint sound of music and someone singing. They slowly opened the door, to see you, their adorable lovely quiet friend, eyes closed, with loud music, moving your hips to some Bollywood song? the song suited you, thought midoriya as soon as he saw you.

But then the shock came. You danced???

"DAMN GIRL!!" mina's loud outburst alerted you. You froze in place at the sudden yell, "how long have you guys been standing there???" You cried out, a bit embarrassed, maybe too embarrassed. You quickly turned the music off.

"Long enough to see you dance." Kirishima pointed out with a smirk. You felt your face warm. kaminari laughed at the sight of you flustered. Even though the situation was just the material to tease you with, they saw how much you enjoyed it, how carefree you were at that moment.

"What song was that? And you never told me you could move like *that*" mina asked pointing at you. "It's- uhm, it's called" you looked at your phone to get the title right, "tumhi ho bandu... And i- uh could always do that? Haha" the nervousness was evident, probably a result of you hiding this side of yours for so long.

This was a pleasant surprise to them. You looked more alive than they could remember.

Ochaco remembered the times you told her about baraat and gharba, times where you danced as if it was your last breathe of air. You told her about how your lungs would burn, sweat rolling off your head onto the earth. She saw what you meant today, even if it was fleeting. She wanted to join. She picked up your phone and played the next song. The beginning of nachde ne saare played. A memory for you, dancing with your bestfriend back home, unlocked.

You felt shy as the song began, but Ochaco and mina, ever the dancers, began moving, inviting you to do too. The guys were watching until pulled in by the duo, bakugou just stayed in his place, watching and nodding to the beat after a while. You could see some of them puzzled at the words but they swayed nonetheless. You remember this scene from somewhere. What was it? 2 years ago? Tenth farewell party... You remember something just like this, loud music, laughter, flaying arms and someone's horrible attempt at Bhangra. Flashes of old friends transitioned into your new ones, just as precious, loving and loved.

The hour was spent dancing, singing (gibberish more like), before long exhaustion hit all of you."We- *pants* should do this more often" a tired momo said. Satisfied with the whole thing. Some agreed immediately with her, smiling. You all talked a bit after that, letting yourselves relax. "You know, I'm glad i snooped enough to get to see this" sero said amused. "Yeah, i mean, for all we know you could've just hid those hips from us forever." Mina laughed. You chuckled a bit. "Thats called thumke" you told her, happy at the sight of all of them beside you. You went back to your quiet self.

"I do hope we'll get to see you like this more, it's nice to see you so fired up and not only on the battlefield" tooru said as she got up, the others added to her comment agreeing. After her the rest got up and decided to finally go to bed, they all hugged you or just showed their way of being affectionate, so did you.

Your room was silent now. You felt content, somehow at peace at the whole "incident" as they would come to call it from now on.You closed your eyes, the sounds from earlier echoed in your head, though loud, it put you to sleep.

End note: hey, uhm so this was smtg I cooked up after not writing for a long while, so please do leave suggestions on how to improve and yea, thanks for reading! :))

[myheroacademia-headcanons]

So i read a fic recently about Bakugou finding out magic unrelated to quirks exists and begrudgingly (and kinda accidentally) gets adopted by a group of magical girls and it's been awhile since the author updated it so i'm asking you for the sake of funsies

How would any of the other kids in 1-A respond to a similar situation, like 'yeah quirks can look like magic or something but no ACTUAL magic exists too these people are LITERALLY alien princesses fighting manifestations of the heat death of the universe with soul crystals that manifest magic they cast with magic words and they're also dressed in modified school girl uniforms' (thats Sailor Moon im referencing just in case you're unfamiliar with the subgenre)

So assuming this is Magical Girl genre magic, not high-fantasy magic or other witchcraft interpretations, here are my thoughts. 

Most of the students accept this reality when presented with evidence. Many see them as a form of quirk/hero or the equivalent abilities of alien species. They probably don’t fully grasp that this is an entirely different set of abilities and an entirely differents scope of conflict. Here’s a couple of the students that I think might have interesting takes.

Midoriya: Analyzes technique and power levels of each magic user and how their abilities are similar and different from famous heroes/quirks. Makes plans for how to use their combat strategies and other aspects in his own work. Understands more than others the differece between the magic system and quirks and tires to understand the larger consequences.

Uraraka: Is a fan of magical girls, modifies her costume slightly to invoke the idea but not obviously. Tries to find out how one can become a magical girl, though is not super obvious about it. 

Iida: Is sceptical that these individuals are magic and not just quirk users with a unique marketing tactic/shtic. Is easily irritated by effects they have on daily life and the public, arguing for their regulation under the same laws and designations as heroes.

Ashido: Is not at all shy about being a magical girl fan, makes and names moves to be inspired by their moves. Definitely just sees them as famous heroes with great branding and strong quirks.

Kaminari: Doesn’t really care about what they are or if they are different. He’s just a big fan of the mini skirts.

Kirishima: Not super sure about the whole magic thing and how it is different than quirks, admits the whole thing is above his pay grade to understand. Thinks magic users are cool and their fighting injustice and their powers are manly, despite being incredibly girly.

Todoroki: Doesn’t really care that much. Interacts with magic users like heroes. Says it doesn’t really affect his life one way or the other.

Tokoyami: Believed in occult magic before the revalation of this cosmic magical girl magic. Is trying to reconcile this new revalation with his prior beliefs on the arcane.

Hagakure: Believes in the magic but doesn’t see it as really different than quirks. She cosplays all of the magical girls and pretends to do transformation sequences. Wishes she could be a magic girl. If she got the chance to meet them she’d definitely beg for the secrets to doing magic.

Bonus Monoma: The magic girl conspiracy theorist. Does not believe any of it and dedicates significant time and energy to vocally disputing the existence of magic and magic users, trying to debunk evidence and claims of its existence.

-Mod Kendo

[strawb3rry-hon3y]

cliché but opposites attract with yeon sieun? can be a headcanon or a scenario !! whatever you want 🫶🏼 tysm

Impulse And Intellect

Pairing: Yeon Si-eun x GN!Reader Requested: Yes

Summary: A headcanon about Si-eun falling for someone who is his complete opposite.

Length: 676 Words Genre: Fluff / Light Angst

Warnings: Fluff, outgoing/impulsive reader behavior. Status: Complete!

♡. Si-eun first noticed you because you were everything he wasn’t. Loud laughter, quick emotions, and a warmth that seemed to follow you wherever you went. He didn’t understand you at first, and it lowkey annoyed him how you could just say whatever you were feeling so easily.

♡. You, on the other hand, found him fascinating. Calm, composed, and almost infuriatingly blank at times. Si-eun was like a puzzle you wanted to figure out.

♡. When you two started hanging out more (mostly because you forced yourself into his space, sitting next to him at lunch, dragging him into random conversations). Si-eun realized you weren’t just reckless, You felt everything deeply. But somehow, that didn’t make you weak; it made you strong in your own way.

♡. You love poking at Si-eun just to get any reaction out of him. Tugging his sleeves, mimicking his serious expressions, leaning way too close when he’s trying to study. Half the time he just blinks at you like "are you done yet?". But sometimes you catch the tiniest smirk before he hides it.

♡. You had no problem dragging Si-eun into chaotic adventures sneaking off-campus for snacks, last-minute study sessions that turned into you ranting about life, and even stupid bets like who could stay quiet longer, which are always his idea. (you lost every time, but he secretly liked when you talked).

♡. Speaking of, Si-eun secretly loves hearing you talk about your day, even when you ramble about random, pointless things. He won’t always respond with full sentences, but he listens so intently it makes your heart hurt a little.

♡. He doesn’t always know how to comfort you when you get upset. If you cry, Si-eun sits there awkwardly for a second before offering his hand or wordlessly pushing a snack and drink toward you. He’s trying, okay?

♡. Si-eun is the type to wordlessly fix your jacket if it’s slipping off, or move you to the inside of the sidewalk without saying anything, and press his hand lightly to your back when he feels you getting overwhelmed. No big gestures. Just quiet, constant care.

♡. He tries not to show it but seeing you upset messes him up more than anything. He’ll stay awake texting you, walking you home, or sitting quietly by your side, anything just to be there. Even if he doesn’t know what to say.

♡. You're the reason he starts carrying extra band aids or mini-med kits easy to carry. Not for himself: but for you. Because you keep scraping your knees, bumping into things, and somehow managing to get minor injuries doing the most ridiculous things.

♡. The first time he calls you "reckless," you grin and say "And you love it." without missing a beat. He looks like he’s about to argue but just sighs and looks away.

♡. Si-eun always pretends he’s not worried about you when you get yourself into stupid situations, but the way he shows up without you calling, and the quiet one or two word lectures he gives you afterward: kind of gives him away.

♡. When you’re feeling restless and impulsive, for example: "Let’s go on a midnight walk!" "Let’s dye our hair!" "Let's prank Baku!" Si-eun sighs.. but 95% of the time, he goes along with it. Quietly, Grumpily, But he’s there. Always.

♡. You once tried to teach him how to take silly selfies. He just stared at the camera like O_O the entire time. You love him for it anyway. (that exact photo became your home screen wallpaper.).

♡. He doesn’t say "I love you" first. Instead, it’s you blurting it out in the middle of a heated moment. Si-eun just blinks at you before replying in a small, quiet voice like it's the most embarrassing thing in the world: "I know. Me too.." Which is honestly more then you expected in that moment.

♡. People wonder how the two of you work so well together. What they don’t realize is that You don’t fix each other. You just make the hard days softer, the lonely days warmer, and life a little more bearable, together.

Taglist: N/A Header’s Creator: @saradika-graphics

[almostwisegalaxy]

Geum Seong-je headcanon

Yandere!Geum Seong-je x reader

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He decided. You’re now part of his world, his universe. It wasn’t something you chose, but something he took as a given. Geum Seong-je has never been the type to ask for permission. He wants, he takes. And what he wants—is you. He observed, analyzed, and finally decided that you had to be his. And from now on, he won’t tolerate any exceptions.

You thought he was just another boy at school who allowed himself to look at you a little too long. But Geum Seong-je isn’t like the others. And he doesn’t just look. No, he takes you, chains you to him without giving you a choice. If you stray, he pulls you back to him, again and again, until you’re right where he wants you: in his world.

The first sign of his obsession began when you became the center of attention of a few boys at school. At first, it was harmless. Fleeting glances, a few laughs exchanged. But Geum Seong-je doesn’t like competition. He doesn’t like others daring to look at you, approach you, even speak to you.

You didn’t see it coming. One day, as you were innocently chatting with one of those boys in the school hallway, he appeared. He stepped forward like a shadow, his eyes burning with anger. You didn’t even have time to react before his fist slammed down on the table, making your conversation partner jump. He grabbed him by the collar, threw him to the floor, then turned to you with a look that made you shiver.

“You’re mine.”

He said it in a cold, almost sing-song voice, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like you didn’t even have the right to say no.

You wanted to protest, to escape, but it was too late. He had already captured you in his world, under his control. His eyes held that look that swallowed you whole. That possessive, violent stare that said he would never let you go. Ever.

He had decided you were his girlfriend. And he hadn’t given you the choice.

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That same day, after chasing the boy away with a single punch, he took your hand. He forced you to follow him. When you tried to protest, to pull away, he gripped you tighter, making it clear that your place was by his side.

“You’re mine, and no one else is allowed to touch you.”

He said it in a soft but firm voice. He wasn’t threatening you; he was simply stating a fact. He didn’t need to threaten—you knew. He had already shown what he was capable of.

The other boys who had tried to approach you disappeared from school. One by one. Those who had the misfortune of crossing his path quickly learned the rule: never touch what belongs to him.

All of this was to protect you, to tell you that with him, you’d be safe. The promise of never being alone. He wouldn’t ask you what you wanted, what you thought. No. He imposed. And you had no choice but to accept.

He kept you close, all the time. When you left for class, he waited for you outside, making sure no one else could come near. If you wandered too far, he followed in the shadows, watching you with cold eyes like a predator stalking its prey. And every time you tried to escape, he came back—more insistent, more possessive.

He felt no shame. He touched you without warning, brushing your arm, your back, running his hand through your hair. With every gesture, he marked his territory, constantly reminding you that he was the only one with that right. It wasn’t love—not in the way you understood it. It was his way of loving. A way of possessing your body, your soul, of making you his.

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He wasn’t discreet. If a boy looked at you too long, he took pleasure in kissing you in public, holding your hand like he was staking a claim in front of everyone. He touched you where he shouldn't, slipping his fingers under your coat, brushing your skin, forcing you to remain still under his control. He knew it made you uncomfortable—but that only satisfied him more. Because he knew he was the one in control. He knew he was the one who could break your limits, redefine them his way.

“Does it bother you?”

He murmured as he intertwined his fingers with yours, a satisfied smile on his lips.

“Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it.”

His kisses were rough, hungry, like he was trying to brand you, to imprint himself onto you. His hands roamed your body, driving you crazy with discomfort, confusion—and desire. But it wasn’t normal desire. It was the kind born from someone who sees you not as a person, but as a possession.

And yet, beneath the fear, there was a strange sense of security. He would never hurt you—not really. Because he loved you. In his own way. It was a relationship built on contradictions. He fought for you, but never with ill intent. He controlled you, but always made sure you were protected.

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Every time you tried to get away, he came back stronger. If you pulled away, he always pulled you back. And he became more intrusive, more present. More possessive. Each day, he held onto you tighter, forcing himself deeper into your life. When you ate, he served you himself, sat beside you, never ordering you to eat, but making sure you didn’t stray from him.

“You didn’t eat enough.”

He would say, his gaze locked on you. He made you finish every bite, saying it was for your own good.

“If you don’t eat, you’ll get weak. And I won’t let you be weak.”

He never asked if you were hungry—he just knew what you needed. He always stood between you and others. He hated seeing anyone else smile at you, hated when boys approached. They weren’t allowed.

And for every act of rebellion, there were consequences. If he saw you laughing with another boy, he hit. Not always excessively—but just enough to make sure the other person understood the rule: you belonged to him.

He loved seeing you tremble. He loved seeing you submit to his control. It made him feel powerful. But underneath the rage, there was always that love. That twisted, burning love that, for him, was perfect. It gave his life meaning—a reason to exist.

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There’s no turning back with Geum Seong-je. You’re now part of his world. He took you, and he’ll never let you go. He loves you in a warped but sincere way. And no matter what he does to keep you close, he’ll always make sure you know he’s there for you.

Far from everyone else, close to his heart. But more importantly, far from others. Because in his world, you’re the only one who matters.

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[soneblomsblog]

hii i have a request! not sure if you do headcannons specifically but, boyfriend!yeon sieun with sunshine!reader. or partner who is the opposite of him character wise, a very positive and loving being. keep up the good workkk !!

Absolutely! I haven't had any requests like this and I'm more then happy to write them ;)

HEADCANON

boyfriend!yeon sieun x sunshine!reader

● at first, yeon sieun has no idea what to do with you.

● like... you're smiling all the time, you wave at strangers, you talk to animals. he thinks you're insane. you're sunshine personified and he’s a walking cloud.

● but you worm your way in. you offer him snacks without asking. you compliment his hands. you cheer when he gets a question right in class. and for the first time in a long time, he starts looking forward to someone’s presence.

● he tries to be logical about it. “there’s no scientific reason for my heart rate to spike when they smile,” he tells himself.

spoiler alert: there is. it’s called falling in love, baby.

● you're the only person allowed to poke his cheeks. no one else would dare.

● you say "i love you" about seven times a day. he says it once a week, at most—quietly, almost like it escapes him by accident. but every time he says it, it means the world.

● his hand always finds yours in crowds. he acts like it’s for “safety reasons” but you both know it’s not.

● you kiss his forehead and he freezes for a whole minute like his internal software crashed.

“you good?”

“...yes. just updating.”

● you're the first person to ever see him cry. he didn’t mean to—but you were holding his face and telling him he’s enough, just as he is, and the dam just broke.

● he’s secretly so protective of you. the quiet “stay behind me” when he senses tension, the way he watches over you from across the room even when he seems distracted. no one messes with his sunshine.

● you once made him laugh so hard he snorted and went beet red.

you haven't let him live it down.

● when you’re sad, he becomes the most awkward but well-meaning boyfriend alive.

he brings you tea. he silently sits beside you. he holds your hand. no words, just his steady presence. he knows how much it matters.

● your brightness isn’t something he tries to dim—it’s something he adores. he doesn’t always say it, but god, does he love you for it.

[hiraeth-nostalgic]

i was thinking about something recently and man, i was like god i am so dumb because it JUST dawned on me. Sieun doesn't like when anyone touches him. He pulls away from yeong-i when she grabs him, and he pulls away when his dad touches his face. he just doesn't want to be touched. but he willingly grabs suho's hand. he lets suho adjust his clothes, check his hand after the fight. He lets suho touch him so easily. esp when he asked about fighting and suho touches his chin to tilt it down. this is a complete swap to the sieun that we had seen early in the show AND with any one else. so what does this mean? they are boyfriends. thank you for listening.

[canonbreaker420]

Yeon Sieun Headcanons (Weak Hero Class)

💙 20 Si-eun Boyfriend Headcanons (aka how this emotionally repressed nerd has you SIMPING daily) 💙

Quiet Protector Type™ — He’ll never say “I’ll protect you” out loud, but he’ll always position himself closest to the danger without even thinking. Always walks on the outer side of the sidewalk.

Pretends Not to Be Jealous, Fails Miserably — He’ll say “I don’t care” when someone else is talking to you too much, but his eye twitches, jaw clenches, and you just know.

Remembers Everything — Your favorite drink, that offhand comment about a place you want to go, the exact day you mentioned your cat’s birthday? Yeah. All locked into that brain of his.

Terrible at Compliments (Out Loud) — Will say “that outfit’s practical” instead of “you look beautiful” and somehow thinks it’s the same thing. You learn to read the subtext.

But Writes Beautiful Messages — The one time he texted, “Don’t forget your umbrella. It’s raining and I don’t want you to get sick.” you literally screamed. That’s like a love confession from him.

Shows Love Through Acts of Service — Fixes your phone charger. Carries your heavy bag without asking. Organizes your notes when you’re behind. He won’t say “I love you,” but he’ll do it every day.

Rare Smiles = Precious Currency — His tiny half-smile when you say something dumb but cute? Worth more than gold. Seeing him genuinely laugh feels like winning the lottery.

In Denial About Being Whipped — If Suho ever pointed out how Si-eun goes soft whenever you’re around, he’d be like “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” while clearly adjusting your hair for you.

Stargazing Dates, Silent Side-by-Side Comfort — He doesn’t need to talk. Just laying next to you under the sky, letting the silence stretch comfortably, is enough for him.

Soft for Head Pats (but hates being caught liking it) — You pat his head when he does something good? His ears go red. He looks away. But never tells you to stop.

Gives You His Jacket Without a Word — Not the type to ask if you’re cold. Just throws the jacket over your shoulders and acts like he didn’t.

Secretly Competitive Over Your Attention — Will lowkey glare at Suho if he’s making you laugh too much. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until Suho calls him out.

Likes Studying With You in Silence — No talking. Just occasional glances, exchanged pens, and the feeling that you're in this together.

Acts Tough, But One Word From You and He Folds — You say “please?” and he’s already sighing like “ugh, fine…” but doing it anyway.

Gets Flustered When You’re Bold — If you ever kissed his cheek randomly, he’d freeze like a cat hearing a loud noise, then whisper “what was that for?” all red-faced.

Protective When You’re Sick — He’s not super expressive, but he’ll bring you food, check your fever without asking, and sit next to you until you fall asleep.

Secretly Keeps One of Your Hair Ties/Accessories — Doesn’t even realize he does it, but it stays in his pencil case or desk drawer.

Reads Your Favorite Book or Watches What You Love — Pretends it’s not a big deal. “It was alright,” he’ll say. But he did stay up all night to finish it.

His Love Language Is Showing Up — Doesn’t matter how late it is, how tired he is, how far—if you need him, he’s there.

He Loves You in Silence, in Glances, in Loyalty — Not through grand gestures or constant words, but through presence. Through every day he chooses to stay close—even if he doesn't know how to say it yet.

✨ Read more slow-burn chaos in Sieun x Aerin on Wattpad! ✨

[naebaetwsog]

New comfy start

Tws when you are a transferred student from a school where you suffered bullying.

genre. Angst, happy ending, school bullying.

warning. Bullying, triggering(sorry)

pairing. Classmate!tws x fem!reader

a/n. Hii, I came back, sorry for my disappearance. FIRST OF ALL tws comeback was amazing!!! The vibe, the songs, how creative the physical album was, how the promotion are being, everything about them and this comeback is peak.(just a lil sad bcs Hanjin continues with almost no lines…). SECOND OF ALL I’m doing this type of imagine bcs of weak hero class 2, as someone how waited 2 years for this(I first watched it in 2023), I loved it, and I can’t wait till class 3(im sure there is a class 3). Anyways I’m going to stop talking before I give spoilers. Please enjoy this writing, and keep supporting tws in their new comeback

Shinyu

You were just another new kid with a heavy silence around you, and Shinyu didn’t even realize you’d joined the class. He had his head down, hoodie pulled over his messy hair, catching up on sleep from staying up late gaming. The teacher’s voice was nothing but background noise to him. It wasn’t until second period, when he finally looked up, that he noticed you—sitting at the far side of the room, eyes fixed on your notebook.

He quietly asked his tablemate, “Who’s that?” And when they told him you were a transfer, something about that made his chest tighten.

At break, gossip flew like wildfire. Whispers of your past—the bullying, the beatings, the reason you had to transfer schools—spread like smoke. Shinyu stood in the hallway, absorbing it all in silence. His face didn’t change, but his steps grew faster. He didn’t even know why, but he had to find you. Maybe to say something. Maybe just to check if you were okay.

But you were already gone.

You were in the bathroom stall, trying not to hyperventilate. The walls felt like they were closing in, and the sound of distant laughter made your heart race. You didn’t know the rumors were about you. You didn’t want to.

Shinyu only saw you again after class, standing alone at the bus stop. He hesitated, then slowly approached, hands stuffed deep in his hoodie pocket. “Hi,” he mumbled. “I’m Shinyu… I didn’t get to say hi earlier.”

You looked at him, startled, and mumbled your name, voice so soft he had to lean in. He didn’t press. Didn’t ask. Just nodded and sat down beside you, a comfortable distance away. From then on, he didn’t hover—just made sure you never felt alone. Leaving you space when you needed it. Quietly walking beside you when the silence felt safe.

Eventually, you smiled at him. And that’s when he knew—he’d earned your trust.

Dohoon

Dohoon stormed into class fifteen minutes late, hair tousled from the wind, casually flashing a sheepish grin at the teacher before slipping into his seat. He didn’t notice you at first. Not until class was over and he stood up, stretching, then caught sight of you hunched over your desk.

New face.

Dohoon wasn’t nosy, just naturally kind. So he walked over, smiling. “Hey, I’m Dohoon. You’re new, right?” His tone was soft, warm.

But you didn’t respond. You didn’t even look up (newton third law, ifykyk). Fear gripped you like a reflex—something about his tall figure, the closeness, the crowd still shuffling around—it paralyzed you.

He blinked, confused, and backed off immediately. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to bother you.”

He walked away, but he didn’t forget. A few days later, it happened.

You were waiting for the bus when a group of girls cornered you. You tried to ignore them, but their words were sharp, cutting deep where the wounds hadn’t healed yet. You were already crying when Dohoon walked past and stopped dead in his tracks.

His eyes darkened. “Hey.”

The girls turned, and suddenly their tone changed. “Oh my God, Dohoonie oppa—hi!”

He didn’t even acknowledge them.

He walked straight up to you, gently took your hand, and led you away without a word. You barely noticed where he was taking you until you were sitting in a quiet little café with a warm drink in your hands and a cookie on a napkin beside it.

“Eat,” he said, sitting across from you. “You don’t have to talk. I’ll stay.”

And from that moment on, he did. He showed up every morning just to walk with you. Sat with you at lunch. Walked you home when he could. And if anyone so much as looked at you the wrong way, his glare alone was enough to send them running.

He didn’t save you—he gave you the space to save yourself.

Youngjae

He didn’t talk much, and he liked it that way. Youngjae preferred silence, not out of awkwardness, but because it was peaceful. He noticed you right away when the teacher introduced you. Something about the way you avoided everyone’s gaze felt familiar.

He didn’t approach you after class. He just watched you walk out, a little too fast, like you didn’t want to be seen. Then, slowly, he followed—quiet footsteps, careful not to startle you.

You noticed him when you turned a corner. He didn’t say anything, didn’t smile. Just held out a small packet of gummies, then turned to walk with you.

It became a habit.

He never forced conversation. Just walked beside you in silence, always offering a small snack like it was your daily ritual. You didn’t know why you let him, but something about his quiet presence felt safe. Like he wasn’t expecting anything from you.

One day, your hand brushed his when you both reached for the same gummy. You looked up, startled, and finally whispered, “Why do you keep walking with me?”

Youngjae shrugged. “You looked like you needed a friend.”

That was it. That was the moment.

From then on, you talked more. And laughed. And eventually, he became your person. The one who sat next to you during tests. The one who left notes in your locker. The one who never needed to say much to make you feel seen.

Hanjin

The second the teacher finished introducing you, Hanjin clapped—loudly. “Welcome!” he beamed, flashing his signature grin. You shrank into your seat, mortified.

He didn’t care. He was too excited. At lunch, he was already standing at your desk, hands in his pockets, grinning. “Let’s eat together?”

You said yes—not out of comfort, but fear. You didn’t know if saying no would offend him. He didn’t seem dangerous, but you’d learned the hard way that anyone could be.

Still, lunch was… nice. He talked enough for both of you. Made stupid jokes. Got ketchup on his shirt. You barely spoke, but he didn’t seem to mind.

Later, you told him everything—about the old school, the bruises, the nights spent crying under the covers. He didn’t cry. Just nodded slowly, then said, “Okay. So I’m sitting next to you now. Forever.”

And he did.

He changed his seat. Brought you extra snacks. Waved dramatically when he saw you in the hallway. Called you nicknames that made you groan but secretly made your day.

He made you feel like you mattered. Like your story wasn’t something to hide, but something that made you stronger.

Jihoon

Before the teacher could even ask, Jihoon raised his hand. “I’ll sit with them.”

His voice was soft but steady. You looked up, surprised. He smiled at you—nothing too much. Just enough to feel safe.

He didn’t talk much during class. But the second the bell rang, he lit up. “Want a tour? I’m Jihoon. The nicest person in this school, probably.”

You followed him silently, and he didn’t mind. He showed you everything—from the weird art room to the best vending machine. “This one gives extra snacks sometimes. It’s magic.”

He introduced you to all his friends. Spoke for you when you couldn’t. Sat beside you during every class he could. And when you didn’t show up to school one day, he called you on FaceTime during break just to say, “Hey. Everyone misses you. I do too.”

You cried the day you told him your story. And Jihoon cried too.

From then on, it was impossible to separate you two. If anyone tried, it felt wrong. He was your safe place. Your loudest cheerleader. The light in the middle of your darkest year.

Kyungmin

Kyungmin was sunshine in human form. He smiled at everyone. Helped teachers carry boxes. Always smelled like sweet lemon (make it make sense).

He knew about you before you even walked through the classroom door.

He didn’t approach you at first. But every time he heard someone whisper about you, say something cruel, laugh too loud—he shut it down instantly. “Don’t talk about people you don’t know,” he’d say, sweetly but firmly.

One day, you dropped your pencil and flinched when he bent down to pick it up. His heart cracked.

That’s when he made a decision.

He was going to make you smile.

Bit by bit, he tried. Left little notes in your locker. Complimented your drawings. Helped you carry your bag. Asked about your day. The first time you laughed at one of his jokes, he nearly cried.

Eventually, you opened up. And he listened like your story was sacred.

With Kyungmin, healing didn’t feel like recovery. It felt like joy. Like getting to be a kid again. Like remembering what it felt like to smile without guilt.

And in the end, you did. All the time. Because of him.

[electricpuppyperson]

mha head cannons

I would imagine denki would get overwhelmed being way from electricity for too long. Camping trip and he is just itching to get back home to feel the familiar buzz that is being in a town full of constant access to power.

Todoroki is the human pillow under every cuddle puddle cause he is either perfectly cold or nice and toasty warm. He is so touch starved he doesn't know what to do but his friends are happy so if laying in him makes them happy he doesn't care.

Kirishima totally bought/buys people Crocks as presents and has a rock collection up to the ceiling.

Tokoyami and Momo are book buddies. I mean think about it, they totally bond over classic lit like Poe, but also other classics like Charles Dickens and Jane Austen.

Izuku is a coffee addict. Bro cannot function without it. Enough said.

As someone with seven siblings, I can assume that since Tsu has such a big family she thinks of everyone in 1-A and some people in 1-B as her little siblings. She is totally a big sister to everyone there.

Eraser keeps high test scores in a folder and will flip them occasionally to cheer himself up. He loves seeing how his students have grown. Not that he would ever say that out loud

Iida carries snacks around for everyone and medicine and anything else people could need in his locker.

Anytime 1-A has a day one they invite Shinso with them. They can't wait for him to join the class.

Mrs. Midoriya encourages Midoriya to bring Todoroki snacks and other things like that since one time he came over and let slip his unfortunate home situation. She "accidentally" packed both of them lunch one time. Todoroki was confused but pleased none the less.

Adding into the the previous head cannons, Bakugou steals/shares Midoriyas food sometimes cause it reminds him of when they were younger.

Hawks will just....randomly kidnap Tokoyami for like a coffee or a patrol or something with zero warning. He'll just swoop down and grab him from wherever he is and drag him wherever he wants to hangout that day.

Class 1-A and 1-B have hangout nights on Fridays or Saturdays were they do movie nights or spa days or something. They also 100% have a group chat that both Mineta and Monoma have been banned from. Shinso is there cause yes.

Lmk if y'all want a part two

[tumblweeds-omegaverse]

omegaverse thought:

even in settings where alphas are dominant, it could be well known that there are certain scenarios where omegas are not to be crossed. not if you value your peace of mind. or various pieces of your body.

force your way into an omega's nest? you fool. you absolute nugget. that omega will turn from happy purring to a whirlwind of deadly claws and rending teeth faster than you can say "oh f-"

put a hand on a nursing omega's pup without knowing it's fine? "there are no alphas around, its fine." lol. lmao even. as if the alpha can save you from an omega that's protecting their pup. you should know better, idiot.

"how dare that omega not cater to my request specifically! i'm the most important person in the room!" do you want rumors spread about you? are you doing a "never get a date again" speedrun? cause that's where you're headed.

just...omegaverse settings where you ignore the power of omegas at your own peril. including settings where "you fight like an omega" says something about focus or determination.

(used omegas for the example here, but I'm very in support of this applying to betas as well! regardless to if you give your betas unique traits or not, they're still people. still members of a species whose greatest abilities include creativity, endurance, and social bonds.

a single asshole alpha can and should have their life ruined by a group of driven betas with the desire to do so. the less likely it looks, the more interesting it gets!)

[myheroacademia-headcanons]

How do you guys think the MHA boys (Iida, Bakugo, Kaminari ect.) would be around a S/o that had a moderatly powerful quirk, on around the same power level as Mina. Where their quirk fails them they make up for it with agility. Basically, how would they act around an S/o like that, she's not bullied or anything but mostly keeps to herself unless she's around someone she knows? This is my 1st time making a request, so I'm sorry if it doesn't make much sense

Iida: He admires her dedication to training her weaknesses and making up for their quirk with technique and physical ability. He doesn’t doubt her ability, but is highly motivated to keep her safe. 

Bakugo: Everyone is surprised that he doesn’t call her a weakling. He acknowledges her strengths and dedication, and respects it. He will act to protect her, but expects her to do the same. The thing he defends her from most aggressively is the opinions of others. (I don’t think he’d have a partner that he doesn’t consider an equal in some way)

Kaminari: He’s sweet but kind of scared. He worries over her, and fears that he won’t be good enough to protect her. He admires her strength and passion, and wants to live up to the standard she sets.

Sero: They are a good team. Sero likes working together with her to find creative solutions to problems. Overall, they have a well-balanced and amiable relationship.

Tokoyami: The two of them interact cordially, both Tokoyami and her prefer the title “partner”. Tokoyami respects her as a partner and ally, and doesn’t try to restrict her by being overly protective. However, he has strong protective instincts toward her which can easily trigger his power to become unstable. Her patience and level-headedness help keep him in check. 

Midoriya: He thinks her power is really cool, and is always asking questions about how it works, what she can do, and how she accommodates weaknesses or drawbacks. She entertains his curiosity but she doesn’t see her power as overly remarkable, but is flattered by his interest. He can be awkward around her in more romantic or social situations despite being assured of her affection. When it comes to combat, he doesn’t treat her any differently than his other classmates, making good use of her unique talents and ensuring her safety at the cost of himself.

Aoyama: He showers her with poetic compliments and roses, he is always super extra in his frequent declarations of affection. He constantly reminds her that her power is fine and that the way she uses it is “magnifique.” She is a little uncomfortable with how much attention he draws to them whenever they are in public, but he reminds her that she is beautiful and those who are beautiful should shine. 

Ojiro: He sometimes feels inferior when he compares himself to her, but she feels the same way. They learn from each other about combat skills and effective movements. They aren’t overly flashy as a couple, they mostly enjoy quiet company. They like to work out together.

Koda: He hides behind her frequently, but she is patient and encouraging. She uses her powers to protect him when he’s too scared to act. She makes him want to try harder and be better. When she needs him, he steps up. 

Kirishima: He admires how hard she works to compensate for her lack of physical power. They are basically all of the couple fitness goals videos, they love to work out together and have a fair amount of healthy competition in their performance. They’re an effective team, his power, and durability are complimented by her agility and versatility. He likes to do things for her, not because he thinks she can’t, but because he likes to be chivalrous, he shows his affection through acts of service.

Shoji: He feels deeply honored to have her, he often feels particularly unworthy. She admires his strength and versatility and wishes he would be more confident in their relationship. He is quiet but shows his affection through physical touch and acts of service. He worries about her, and cares fiercely about her safety and wellbeing. 

Sato: He is a major sweetie around her, gentle and cuddly. He likes to make her smile with his baking. She is the brains of this relationship, especially in combat. She makes plans and keeps him from burning out, and saves him from danger when he hits his limits. Often he overexerts himself trying to protect her, resulting in her having to get them both out of trouble. He admires how she has overcome her own weaknesses and wants to find a way to thank her for all she does for him.

Todoroki: He is protective of her and is always asking if she’s okay. he constantly thinks about his parents’ relationship and worries about her getting hurt, psychologically or physically. This sometimes gets on her nerves, but when he opens up to her about his family she is understanding. She constantly feels like she needs to prove herself to him, that she is strong and capable. Despite their difficulties, they are working on communicating and having a stable relationship.

Mineta: There’s no world where he actually has an S/O. 

[zapreportsblog]

Unveiling Secrets

➥ summary: Class 1A discovers something new about their class president

➥ Tenya Iida x Reader

➥ one shot

Within the bustling halls of U.A. High School, Class 1-A buzzed with activity, a vibrant group of young heroes-in-training. Among them, Tenya Iida stood as a beacon of discipline and focus, always the embodiment of a model student. Yet, unknown to his classmates, his heart held a secret—an unspoken connection that would soon come to light.

The morning sun cast its golden glow through the classroom windows as Class 1-A settled into their seats, eagerly awaiting the start of another day of training and learning. As the room hummed with anticipation, the door swung open, and a figure stepped inside.

All eyes turned towards the newcomer, surprise etched upon their faces. It was (Y/N), a second-year student, her presence adding an air of intrigue to the room. Tenya, taken aback by her sudden arrival, couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement.

Ochaco Uraraka, her eyes wide with curiosity, spoke up first. "Since when did you have a girlfriend, Iida?"

Tenya's cheeks flushed with a hint of embarrassment, but he held his composure, his voice steady. "Actually, (Y/N) is my fiancée."

Gasps filled the room as Tenya's revelation sank in. The concept of an arranged marriage within their class seemed almost surreal, yet the truth of their connection began to take shape. The air crackled with a mix of shock, excitement, and a touch of envy.

Izuku Midoriya, his eyes shining with admiration, couldn't help but ask, "How did you meet, Iida? And how did your relationship come to be?"

Tenya smiled warmly, his gaze shifting towards (Y/N). "We were paired together since we were children, destined to be married to strengthen the bond between our families. But as we grew older, our feelings blossomed into something deeper. We realized that our connection went beyond duty and tradition. We fell in love."

Momo Yaoyorozu, her voice filled with awe, couldn't hide her fascination. "That's incredible, Iida. To have a love that's both rooted in tradition and genuine affection—it's truly something special."

(Y/N) stepped forward, her presence commanding attention. "Our relationship has been a journey of growth and understanding. We've learned to navigate the expectations placed upon us while honoring our individual desires and aspirations. Together, we support and encourage each other to become the best versions of ourselves."

As the realization settled upon the class, they exchanged glances filled with newfound respect. The concept of love, rooted in tradition yet blossoming with genuine emotion, was a testament to the complexities of the heart. Tenya and (Y/N) showcased a deep understanding and commitment, proving that love could evolve beyond initial circumstances.

Eijiro Kirishima, his voice filled with admiration, spoke up. "Iida, you've always been a model of discipline and focus. It's inspiring to see that even within the constraints of an arranged marriage, you've found a love that's true to your own hearts."

Tenya nodded, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you, Kirishima. Our relationship has taught me the importance of staying true to myself while embracing the responsibilities that come with my family's traditions. It's a delicate balance, but (Y/N) has been my rock throughout it all."

The class, their initial shock giving way to understanding and acceptance, shared a collective moment of reflection. They realized that love could take many forms, and Tenya and (Y/N)'s connection was a testament to the depth of emotions that could develop even under the weight of expectations.

As the day progressed, the students of Class 1-A forged a newfound bond of respect for Tenya and (Y/N). They understood that love could be a powerful force, capable of transcending societal norms and traditions. It was a reminder that their own journey of self-discovery included not only becoming heroes but also nurturing the relationships that held importance in their lives.

And so, within the walls of U.A. High School, Class 1-A continued their journey, their hearts enriched by the understanding that love was a vast tapestry of emotions, intertwining duty and genuine affection. As they honed their powers and skills, they also learned the importance of nurturing the bonds that connected them, cherishing the complexity and beauty of love in all its forms.

And in the heart of it all, Tenya and (Y/N) stood as a beacon of hope, demonstrating that even within the constraints of an arranged marriage, love could flourish and ignite the brightest flames in their hearts.

•••

Time had flown swiftly, carrying Class 1-A into their second year at U.A. High School. The vibrant group of aspiring heroes had grown both individually and as a team, their bonds strengthening with each passing day. Amidst this bustling atmosphere, (Y/N) had become a third-year student, poised to embark on her own journey of growth and discovery.

On a bright and bustling day, (Y/N) found herself standing before the classroom where Tenya and his classmates convened. A smile played upon her lips as she clutched a carefully prepared bento, a tangible representation of her enduring love and support for Tenya.

As (Y/N) entered the room, the class turned their attention toward her, their curiosity piqued by her arrival. Tenya, his gaze meeting hers, felt a rush of warmth spread through his chest.

Ochaco Uraraka, her eyes wide with anticipation, couldn't help but blurt out, "Hey, (Y/N)! It's been a while. What brings you here today?"

(Y/N)'s smile widened as she held up the bento box. "I made this for Tenya. It's a small gesture to show my support and love."

Tenya's eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and gratitude. "Thank you, (Y/N). I appreciate your thoughtfulness."

As Tenya accepted the bento, the class watched with a mix of awe and curiosity. Their intrigue had grown since learning about Tenya and (Y/N)'s arranged marriage, and witnessing the continuation of their traditions was both fascinating and heartwarming.

Mina Ashido, her voice filled with excitement, couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. "Tell us, (Y/N), what's it like being in an arranged marriage? How do you navigate the balance between tradition and your own desires?"

(Y/N) took a moment to gather her thoughts, her eyes filled with a mix of nostalgia and determination. "It's a journey of self-discovery, Mina. Our arranged marriage has been both a challenge and a gift. We've learned to find our own voices within the framework of our families' expectations. It's about cherishing tradition while staying true to ourselves."

Izuku Midoriya, his eyes filled with admiration, spoke up. "It sounds like you both have grown so much. Your love is inspiring, (Y/N)."

(Y/N) nodded, her voice gentle yet resolute. "Love is an ever-evolving journey, Izuku. We're constantly learning, adjusting, and supporting each other through it all. Our shared values and commitment to one another keep us grounded."

As the conversation continued, Class 1-A listened with rapt attention, captivated by (Y/N)'s insights into their unique relationship. They realized that love had no set path, and its manifestations were as diverse as the individuals experiencing it.

Shoto Todoroki, his gaze thoughtful, interjected, "Do you ever feel constrained by the expectations placed upon you, (Y/N)?"

(Y/N) met Shoto's gaze, her voice tinged with honesty. "At times, it can be challenging, Shoto. There are moments when the weight of tradition feels heavy. But love is about growth, and our relationship has allowed us to redefine our roles, navigate the complexities, and carve our own path within the arrangement."

Momo Yaoyorozu, her voice filled with admiration, spoke softly. "You both truly embody the spirit of heroes, embracing challenges head-on while remaining true to yourselves."

(Y/N) smiled, her heart warmed by their words. "Thank you, Momo. We strive to be the best versions of ourselves, not just for each other but for the world we wish to protect."

As the classroom settled into a comfortable silence, (Y/N) took her leave, bidding farewell to the class and leaving Tenya with the bento. She left behind a sense of awe and inspiration, her visit a reminder that love could transcend societal expectations and empower individuals to create their own narratives.

Tenya, holding the bento close to his heart, gazed at the doorway, contemplating the love and support he had found in (Y/N). Their bond, forged through tradition and nurtured by their own commitment, had shaped their journey in unexpected and beautiful ways.

Class 1-A, now even more aware of the depth of Tenya and (Y/N)'s love, exchanged glances filled with newfound respect and understanding. They had witnessed firsthand the power of tradition, the beauty of love, and the unbreakable spirit of their classmate.

And as they continued their second year at U.A. High School, the students of Class 1-A carried within them the lessons of (Y/N)'s visit—cherishing tradition while forging their own paths, embracing love in all its forms, and allowing their relationships to shape their journeys as aspiring heroes.

For within the halls of U.A. High School, the heroes of tomorrow learned that strength lay not only in their quirks but also in the love and support they offered one another. With (Y/N) as an emblem of the enduring power of love, Class 1-A embarked on their path, united by bonds that surpassed expectations and embraced the beauty of shared traditions and new beginnings.

•••

Time had flown swiftly, carrying Class 1-A into their third and final year at U.A. High School. The once-inexperienced heroes had evolved into formidable individuals, their dreams and aspirations within reach. Amidst this season of growth and transition, Tenya and (Y/N) prepared for a momentous occasion—their upcoming wedding.

In the common room of the dorms, a table was adorned with wedding magazines, fabric swatches, and carefully crafted invitations. Tenya and (Y/N) sat side by side, their eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation. They were lost in a world of plans and possibilities, weaving their dreams into reality.

As they pored over the details of their special day, the door swung open, and the members of Class 1-A filed into the room. Surprise filled their eyes as they took in the scene before them—a tableau of love, dedication, and commitment.

Izuku Midoriya, his voice filled with awe, was the first to speak. "Tenya, (Y/N), I didn't realize you were planning your wedding already. Congratulations!"

Tenya's cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and slight embarrassment. "Thank you, Midoriya. We've been making preparations over the past few months, taking the time to ensure every detail reflects our shared vision."

Mina Ashido, her eyes wide with anticipation, couldn't contain her enthusiasm. "Can we help? We'd love to be a part of your special day!"

(Y/N) beamed, her heart touched by the support from their friends. "That would mean the world to us, Mina. We'd be grateful for any assistance you can offer."

As the class gathered around the table, the room filled with excitement and the scent of love in the air. The students eagerly poured over magazines, discussing ideas and sharing their own suggestions.

Ochaco Uraraka, her voice filled with enthusiasm, held up a fabric swatch. "What about this color for the bridesmaid dresses? It would complement the theme so well!"

Tenya and (Y/N) exchanged glances, their hearts swelling with gratitude. Their friends' involvement in their special day only deepened their appreciation for the bonds they had formed at U.A. High School.

Eijiro Kirishima, his voice filled with determination, chimed in, "We'll make sure your wedding day is as memorable as possible, Iida. We're a team, after all!"

Tenya's voice carried a mix of gratitude and sincerity. "Thank you, Kirishima. Your unwavering support means the world to us. Our wedding day will be a testament to the bonds we've formed at U.A."

As the planning continued, the students of Class 1-A took on various tasks, each contributing their own unique talents. Momo Yaoyorozu lent her keen eye for design, crafting elegant decorations, while Katsuki Bakugo tackled the task of organizing the explosive wedding fireworks.

Days turned into weeks, and the wedding day drew closer. The dorms became a flurry of activity as Class 1-A dedicated themselves to ensuring every detail was perfect.

On the day of the wedding, the air buzzed with anticipation and joy. The U.A. High School campus was adorned with flowers, and the chapel stood as a symbol of love and unity. Class 1-A stood proudly as witnesses and supporters, their hearts filled with love for their dear friends.

As the ceremony commenced, (Y/N) walked down the aisle, her radiant smile capturing Tenya's heart once more. Tenya stood at the altar, his eyes fixed on (Y/N) as she made her way towards him. Their love shone brightly, a beacon of hope and devotion.

The vows they exchanged were heartfelt and sincere, evoking tears of joy from the gathered friends and family. The couple sealed their union with a kiss, their love celebrated by the cheers and applause of those around them.

As the reception unfolded, the students of Class 1-A reveled in the joyous atmosphere. They danced, laughed, and shared heartfelt moments with one another. The bond they had forged over the years had only grown stronger, and the celebration of Tenya and (Y/N)'s love served as a reminder of the power of friendship and unwavering support.

Amidst the festivities, Tenya and (Y/N) took a moment to steal away, finding solace in each other's arms. They looked out at their friends, their family, and their journey at U.A. High School, overwhelmed with gratitude for the love that surrounded them.

Tenya's voice held a mix of emotion as he whispered, "Thank you, (Y/N). Our love has overcome challenges and surpassed expectations. I am forever grateful for your unwavering support."

(Y/N) smiled, her gaze filled with love and tenderness. "And I, Tenya, am forever grateful for your dedication and the love we share. Our journey has been a testament to the power of love and the strength of our bond."

And so, within the halls of U.A. High School, a love story unfolded, entwined with friendship and support. Class 1-A celebrated the eternal bond between Tenya and (Y/N), a testament to the enduring power of love and the beauty of shared dreams.

As they danced the night away, the students of Class 1-A reveled in the joy of their friends' happiness, knowing that love, unity, and the bonds they had forged at U.A. would forever shape their lives as heroes.

[closeenough-welcomebacksarahlynn]

izuku's fingers are crooked, naturally, and or because of how many times his bones have broken or haven't properly healed

[someone-save-vlad-king]

Common Sense Kings Headcanons

(Angst-free only.)

As a Whole:

"Common Sense" is a lie. They share one braincell and Kan keeps it in the confiscated phones drawer. (He hasn't trusted them since the Incident. No, I will not elaborate.)

They're all great swimmers, except Tsuburaba. The kanji in Awase's name all relate to water — bubbles, rapids, ocean, and snow; Kaibara is definitely the type to use his Quirk as a boost (and it just seems helpful in general); and for Rin, Chinese dragons are associated with water, unlike Western ones. Tsuburaba, meanwhile, is mostly associated with air.

Video game nights usually end in disaster. That's why they mostly play Mario Kart, the least rage-inducing game ever.

Awase:

Sometimes, he Welds together little mixed media sculptures. Metal bits, googly eyes, Rin's scales, that sort of thing. He isn't very good at it, but then, he doesn't have to be. It sparks joy.

Also decent with mechanics. He, Yaoyorozu, and Hatsume would make a great team.

Has a lot of scars from all the dumb shit he's done over the years — and he's proud of every single one of them. Even the dumbest ones. It inadvertently helps some of his friends feel better about their own.

Cheats at origami.

Kaibara:

Loves green tea. This is based on two puns: Sencha (煎茶), the most popular green tea in Japan, and chasen (茶筅), the bamboo whisk used to make matcha. (There are so many puns you can make on the name Sen, it's great.)

The best dancer of the four — or, the only good dancer. The other three suck.

A contortionist in every way except professionally, with no qualms about showing it off. He's got the most fucked-up joints you've ever seen. He can even turn his head around like an owl. Fear him. (Seriously, look up contortionists, they're awesome.)

Tsuburaba:

Has the spice tolerance of a wet chicken nugget. You could kill him with a singular Dorito. The other three refuse to let him live this down.

Obsessed with practical effects in movies and plays. Props, clever set design, you name it. He's even experimented with using his Solid Air for something similar, though he hasn't done it in a while. In a movie production AU, he'd definitely be in charge of that.

When Kan doesn't have it, Tsuburaba holds the braincell. He's objectively a terrible choice, yes, but process of elimination rules. And yes, this is because of the Incident.

Rin:

Many thoughts, head still empty for some reason.

His favorite animal is the koi fish.

Almost won the class representative election purely by promising to teach the class Mandarin swear words. Kan was not happy.

Can and will make up a bullshit idiom. What are you gonna do about it? Fact-check him? Take your phone out and Google it? In front of the teacher?

[loverboybrightsideghost]

one of my favorite clark headcanons that i have (that is completely unsupported by canon) is that he's transgender by kryptonian standards. martha and jon kent raised him as a boy and as he grew up he never had any reason to doubt it at all, he was like yeah i'm a boy, makes sense. and then he gets to the fortress of solitude for the first time and it turns out how Gender works on krypton was just Different enough that clark doesn't really fit the kryptonian standards of whatever he was supposed to be. bonus points because this makes him feel like even more of an outsider as a kryptonian, even if he's the last one left.

[phantomasshole]

sushi headcanon !!!

Suho always plays with Sieun's hair whenever he feels like it, twisting strands and softly scratching his scalp with the pads of his fingers. As much as Sieun hates to admit it, he enjoys the touch—the attention that Suho gives him.

"Alright! Your hair's fixed, don't worry about it," he says, shooting a bright smile at the unsuspecting Sieun, ruffling the back of his head once more before patting it down.

Sieun never cares to check if Suho actually fixes the back of his head, and he doesn't care enough to fix it himself—besides, it warms his heart whenever he turns around, Suho muttering 'cute' under his breath (because Suho never actually fixes his hair, simply leaving it as is. It makes it look like Sieun has bed hair, and Suho absolutely adores it), and Sieun isn't one to shut down Suho's compliments.