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Passing Peonies - Post War Touya Todoroki - Part XIV

When the war ended, Midoriya Izuku had proven one thing: That Villains did not need to be killed to be defeated. That you could make friends from enemies.

Touya Todoroki, formerly known as Dabi, had been one of those taken into the rehabilitation program. After one year of intense physical and psychological therapy, he's got the chance to prove himself. To prove that he can be a part of this world.

Complete fic length: 30.600 words - Masterlist

Warnings: poor mental health and resentment against past actions is mentioned, burn scars etc. as well. There is angst but this is mostly soft Touya coming back to his family...

Part 14 - Finale: (3,3k words)

It’s the same judge as last time, looking down at him with strangely empathic eyes.

“You’ve done well for yourself.” He says. “How do you plan to keep up? How do you see yourself in the next few years?”

Not for the first time Touya’s glad that his case has so much attention on it that it’s handled behind closed doors.

Behind him sit only his rehabilitation officer and his lawyer, two people he’s always had a professional relationship with. There are no other people here to listen to him speak and it helps him to be as honest as he can be.

Still his voice shakes as he starts to speak.

“I know I’ve done a lot of bad… bad things, in the past. It feels like a different life but to others, it isn’t. It’s still me, who did these things, who gets to live while others don’t and I get-”

He’s running out of breath and the judge, the name tag reads Morisaki, offers him a rare smile.

“Breathe, son. You have nothing to fear in here.”

There are tears pricking his eyes and he doesn’t want to cry, wants to stay strong until the end, but he’s wiping his nose with his hand now, fully aware that that won’t look good in any way.

“I don’t think I deserve it,” he starts anew, “But if I could, I’d want to keep doing what I’m doing. It’s not much, but taking care of plants, caring for something that’s not myself, feels like something that I have to do. Like I was meant to do it as if my quirk was assigned wrong at birth. I know that the business has grown and I’m not mad about that, that more and more people enjoy plants and are learning how to care for them. I like showing others how to care. I wasn’t ready when Mari came but I’d want to try again, to help someone make a change, to help someone find their place in the world.”

“What about your quirks?”

Touya looks down at the table in front of him and thinks of you.

“I’d love to explore my ice quirk. If I really have one, if I could use it without hurting myself. But the fire-” He almost chokes on the word and has to try again. “The fire quirk… I don’t… I know it would be useful, at least if I still was fireproof, in case of a fire. And I’d love to be able to help but I… I don’t want to use it. I have hurt too many people with it and if you have to take it away, I will accept that. Gladly.”

“Your therapist has mentioned the possibility of lasting trauma. You could regret that decision once you’ve overcome it.”

He looks up at the man, into those strange eyes and swallows thickly before he speaks.

“I would not regret it. I’m not allowed to regret it.”

Silence fills the room. No one speaks for a while and there’s only the digital clock hanging on the wall above the judge that reminds Touya that time hasn’t frozen.

“Son,” Judge Morisaki starts and the word pierces his heart, has him bleeding out even before he hears the rest.

“I think you’re doing just fine. I want you to keep doing what you’ve been doing, but I have some restrictions for you, which you must have anticipated. You may not leave Japan. At least for the next five years. In case of a medical emergency or the like, you’d have to file for an exception, but I have to tell you that there’s not much leeway there. I want you to keep going to therapy and if your therapist thinks you’re ready for it, you will receive training in using your ice quirk. I don’t like taking away quirks and I don’t think you should give yours away freely. And I want to see you again in a year. Just because I like listening to your story.”

Touya looks up at him, at his wrinkly face and freckled hands, and wonders how he’s ever been able to question the good in this world.

It’s still here, hidden in the faces of people around him, lurking in their words and actions, their decisions.

When he steps out of the room, he’s not surprised to have no one waiting for him.

He’d told everyone to stay back, that he did not need anyone there to support him.

It had been his decisions that led him here and it would be his decisions that would lead him away again.

He rounds the corner to the foyer only to recognize the bright red hair and the massive build.

“Dad?” His father looks up from his phone and pockets it, rising to his height.

“Why aren’t you a work?” Touya asks but Enji shrugs.

“I couldn’t stay away. I know you didn’t want anyone to be here, but-”

Touya steps forward and hugs him, face pressed into that broad chest that only recently has started feeling like home.

A part of him feels four years old again, proud that he’s like his dad, a fire quirk user.

A part of him feels six years old again, hurt from training, desperation burning in him. He needs to be better than Allmight. Better than everyone before him.

But there’s his dad, holding him like everything’s going to be okay.

A part of him feels thirteen, ready to kill Touya so Dabi will live, but there are his father’s arms around him, holding him, grounding him, reminding him that he is, after all, himself.

A part of him feels twenty-six years old, a little bit lost and a little bit found, knowing not much but at least that… His father will always be there to catch him.

“You’re not coming?” Touya asks when the car stops.

Enji shakes his head with a knowing smile.

“I don’t think you want customers right now.”

“I don’t even know if she wants to see me.”

“I think she will. Just be honest.”

“Yeah.” He sighs and gets out of the car. “Hug Mom from me.”

“I will.”

He watches the car drive off and turns to look.

The flower shop is small, crammed into the space between a coffee shop and a drugstore, a brand new canopy to protect the display outside from the rain. Wooden chairs and tables are lined right outside the big windows, but devoid of plants.

He tries the door, surprised to find it open.

A bell chimes as Touya opens the door and he can’t help but smile at the interior.

It feels like stepping into a tiny jungle, barely contained by the four walls of the building.

Cut flowers of all colors, sizes, and kinds are creatively dispersed between plants that grow up the walls or droop from the ceilings. There’s Bob Junior, the Pancake Plant. A fresh cutting of his Holiday Cactus is on sale. A Peony Bush that will be planted this week.

The smell is intoxicating and he takes a deep breath and feels himself coming home.

“Hello?” He calls out when he can’t spot the owner. “Anyone home?”

Somewhere in the back, he hears a squeak and the sound of quick steps.

“Touya!” Your smile is there but he can tell that you’re holding yourself back, cautious like a shy bird.

There’s so much he wants to say, so much feeling he wants to portray.

“Did I miss the opening?” He freezes when he hears himself speak, the words not what he had intended to say.

“No.” You shake your head. “I was just getting everything ready.”

“Why’s the door open then?” He asks, realizing he’s clinging to a safer topic.

The light in your eyes shifts. “I told you. The door’s always open for you.”

There’s a moment of silence, just you and him, one breathing out, the other breathing in.

“Can we close the door then?” He asks, stumbling over his words, “I don’t… I want to talk to you. Alone. Without a customer coming in.”

“Yeah sure.” You nod stiffly and he turns to lock the door.

“I’m sorry I didn’t help with moving.”

“Rico helped.”

“Yeah but it was supposed to be my job.” There it is again. Or maybe it never left. That tense silence that seems to slip inside his lungs and keep them from expanding, into his stomach that is clenched.

“What did they say?” You ask, voice soft like velvet or flower petals.

His hand is still clutched around the doorknob.

“I can’t leave the country for the next years. Still have to go to therapy. If my therapist thinks I’m ready I can start retraining my quirk.”

“That’s good, right?”

He turns, looks for your eyes. Holds out his hand.

It hangs there, pale in the dim light, scarred and shaking. For a moment he fears you might not take it but then you’re there, your grasp firm.

Maybe you aimed to shake it, like a business deal, but he folds his hand around yours.

“I love you.” The words don’t stumble from his mouth, they don’t slip. There’s nothing accidental about the way they leave him, not like a confession but something that has always been there. An universal truth.

“I know.” You say.

“And I don’t know how I could possibly deserve you, but I… I want you. All of you. Tiny apartment upstairs and cheese sandwich for dinner. With dirt under our fingernails and leafs everywhere. If you still want me-”

You cut him off in the best possible way, one step forward, your lips pressed against his.

When you move back, it’s only the shortest distance.

Your breath washes over his face, your nose is almost touching his and there’s a fire in your eyes he could never be scared of.

“I don’t deserve you.” He doesn’t really know why he says it again. Maybe he wants you to tell him he does, even if he could never believe it. But that’s not you.

You, who always seems to know what to say. You, who cradles his face in her hands as if he’s a flower in bloom.

“This isn’t a gift exchange,” you tell him softly. “This is love.”

Your breath washes over his face and he’s getting lost in your eyes.

His thumb moves across your cheekbone and your lashes kiss his knuckles as you blink.

Time’s frozen, right here in the flower shop, right here with you so close.

“Kiss me,” your eyes whisper. So he does.

🌺.

Passing Peonies,

on my walk,

I catch my breath.

There is something

so endearing

about the way

they hold themselves

so tightly in a fist.

I don’t think they know

their loveliness

or perhaps they do.

I wonder, do they fear

their brief opening?

(Passing Peonies, Cindy Smith)

🌺.

Summer is turning into fall again, the days turning shorter and the nights colder.

Someone left the window cracked during the night and Touya shudders under the cold breeze, drawing further under the blankets, further into you.

You don’t seem too happy about his warmth though, because your knee digs into his back until he groans and slips out from under the covers to close the window.

Your snoring doesn’t stop and he snickers to himself, leans down to place a kiss on the back of your head, and moves toward the bathroom.

He started jogging soon after the flower shop reopened in its original home. It was recommended to him by his therapist and it does clear his head - he just wishes he could convince you to join him.

The air is cool around him as he runs, past the coffee shop and through the park. He can see the peony bush you planted back then, now almost ready for his winterly slumber.

About halfway through, his phone rings and he picks up, glad he remembered to take his headphones with him.

“You’re awake already?” He asks when Hawks groans into the phone instead of a greeting.

“More like still awake. I’m running errands for Rumi. Why do pregnant people always have these crazy food cravings?”

“Isn’t that just outward signs of what the baby wants?”

“I hope not. I can’t have a child that wants to eat one specific kind of gummy bears at fivein the morning. I bet she’s going to be asleep anyway when I come back.”

“So why do you buy them then?” He asks, rounding the corner.

Hawks sighs and there’s a forlorn sound to it Touya knows all too well.

“I don’t know. I just love her, I guess. It’s the way she looks when I hand her the food, it just… you know?”

“Yeah. I know.”

“How did the quirk training go yesterday? I meant to ask you right after but we got kind of busy, you know how it is.”

“I’m still afraid of using the wrong quirk even though it looks like I won’t be able to use fire anyway. But I managed to make an ice rose yesterday, so that was cool.”

“Awesome. Did you gift it to the lady?”

“Not yet. Wednesdays are for Toga. Besides, I just fell into bed and was out like a light.”

He’s just turned the hot water on when the shower curtain is pulled to the side and you stumble into him, naked and still mostly asleep.

“Mornin’” You mumble and let yourself fall into him, trusting that he’ll catch you.

“Morning.” He kisses your wet forehead. “Slept well?”

“Mhm.” He can feel you going slack in his arms and snickers.

“If you want to sleep longer, you should stay in bed. I can’t have you drowning in here.”

“Bed’s empty.” You mumble, fighting against sleep as he washes your hair.

You cling to him like every morning, barely awake but too stubborn to stay in bed longer now that he’s up.

He lifts you out of the shower and wraps you in a towel, asks you about last night to keep you from falling asleep as he dries your hair.

“We need to buy more roses.” You tell him. And: “Toga mentioned she’s thinking about getting a cat.”

“What kind of coffee syrup do you want today.” He asks in between. And: “What do you want to eat for breakfast?”

By the time you’re ready to go downstairs, you resemble a human being, or at least the person he’s grown to know.

After six months of waking up to you at least once a week he’s still not gotten over learning, over knowing you. There is no sweeter thing than finding out something new about you.

Touya turns the key and enters the flower shop, taking a deep breath to inhale the aroma he’s grown so fond of. This is home, he thinks, where it smells like earth and flowers, like silk ribbons and dirty hands.

He turns on the lights and preps everything for the day ahead before stepping back into the backroom where you’re staring at the coffee dripping into your cup.

“Another coffee?.” He asks and leans forward to kiss you.

“It’s too early.” You groan, sinking back into his chest, and closing your eyes.

“I’ve been telling you to go to bed earlier.”

“Mhm.” You mumble. “I don’t remember.”

“Sure you do.” He kisses the crown of your head. “You can take a nap if you want. I can handle the shop until ten.”

“I might take you up on that offer.” You hum. “Tell me about the day.”

“We’re almost out of pre-made bouquets so I’ll be teaching that today and making a few on the side. That Deku kid usually comes in around eleven to have a chat and buy a dozen pink roses, so we gotta make sure there are still some left by that time. There’s that guy with purple hair that’s friends with him, Brainwash or something like that, who buys catnip every two weeks, he should be in today too.”

“You remember all of their orders?” You ask, pulling the full cup from the coffee machine and handing it to him for the extras. He snorts and pulls away to prepare your coffee while you wait.

“Only the ones who are predictable.” He defends himself. You giggle.

The bell chimes and he calls out. “We’re in the back.”

“You better not be making out.” He hears the voice of their newest employee and rolls his eyes in your direction.

“Be nice Touya,” you say when the door opens and Toga steps through, immediately scrunching her nose at the smell of coffee.

“I brought second breakfast.” She proudly presents a bag of puff pastry. “Can I have a hot chocolate?”

“Make it yourself.” She sticks her tongue out at him and you cluck your tongue.

“Touya’s going to show you how to do Bouquets today.” You tell her and she gleams with pleasure.

“Really?”

“Yeah. But stay off the pink roses. Deku’s coming in and you know how he’s about them.”

“Yeah, yeah. All pink roses are reserved for Ochako, I know. And the Daisies are reserved for Shouto.”

He furrows his brow, even more so when he sees you shush Toga, a finger pressed to your lips.

“What? What are you not telling me?”

“Nothing, baby.” You try to calm him unconvincingly.

“He’s in looooove!” Toga sings instead. “He just doesn’t know it yet. Buys flowers for someone at his agency each weak when you’re not looking.”

“No!” Touya blinks. “Really? Did he say something about them?”

“Touya.” You chide him again but he’s too invested now.

“Well, he said they really like cheese and asked if I knew where to get some. I didn’t know but Boss knew this great restaurant.”

“Oh, I wonder which restaurant you recommended.” He says and you shrug, but don’t bother hiding your smile.

The day is long, as it always is.

Deku and Ochako take Toga out for lunch and Touya’s not mad about having you all for himself even if he has to share your attention with a few random customers coming in.

“How long did Toga stay last night?” He asks when you’re alone again, handing you a ribbon to tie around his newest bouquet. He’s still struggling with those fuckers.

“I took her home around midnight.”

“She comes over too often. We should get her a kitten.”

“She’s lonely. But it’s not a bad idea. Also…” Your voice drops a little lower as you whisper the next part. “Don’t tell anyone I told you this but I think Rico’s falling for her.”

“He better.” He starts prepping a new Bouquet. “Because she’s definitely interested in him too.”

“Huh. She didn’t tell me that.”

He grins. “Didn’t need to. I just know her like that.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask when you place your sandwiches on the little table.

“Just admiring the view.” He tells you and you snort, climbing into his lap instead of taking a seat at the table.

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself.” He kisses you softly.

For a moment, time freezes.

There’s only you and him. A million plants to care for, sandwiches and miso soup that are going to get cold. Just life how it’s supposed to be.

In a minute, he’ll show you the ice flower he made yesterday. He might ask you if you’d mind him moving in completely or if you prefer having one night per week for yourself - he knows you don’t. You always complain about missing him.

You might watch a movie on the TV set that Shouto bought you or read that poetry collection about flowers together he found last month.

But right now, that’s not important. All of that can wait.

Life is good, because he’s with you.

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darkcircles4lyfe · 6 months

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Hii I’ve stumbled across a few of your posts and haven’t even gleaned the tip of the iceberg that is your blog, but I would love to hear a more fleshed version of your Bakugo with AFO post (if you have more that you wanted to share), because that is such a cool concept???

Like, it’s such a nice way to address the symbiotic nature of the two quirks + Bakugo’s relationship with Midoriya at the same time, and there’s also so much to explore in terms of the repercussions of that (not just the symbolism of it, but also the parts you’ve mentioned like what that would mean for people who’ve had their quirks stolen, how they will deal with all the stockpiled quirks, or even on a wider scale of how the media would react if AFO/OFA is leaked/ revealed to the public).

Just imagine the amount of continued exploration in terms of the nature of quirks v nurture of society, because AFO/OFA has so far been (imo) one of the few evidence that quirks carry personality, which is so awesome because it’s like saying a quirk literally holds a part of you through the vestiges while demolishing this idea through basically the entire plot of the manga loll. (To phrase it slightly better, the manga is sort of reaching the conclusion that a quirk is a part of you and you only, without being all of you, and that it’s exactly what the name says it is: a quirk.)

The thing I don’t really like about this conclusion is the blatant disregard for the quirkless community, which was the initial point of discussion and social commentary in bnha. This is why I think Bakugo being given AFO would be great fuel for the debate of should we be allowed to mess with the quirks we are given.

As in, who gets to decide? Who gets to play god? How will it be regulated? Should it even be regulated? How do you do all that without dehumanising Bakugo the same way society dehumanised pro heroes? (Bonus points for linking this to real life because I’m all for social commentary/ reflections in fictional media)

And then on a personal level, what will it take for Bakugo to be able to control AFO’s personality (hello, eye symbolism + name symbolism) within the quirk? How will All Might handle this info? How does this all relate to the conflict of children in war? The development of the league of villains’ character plots (esp Tomura’s)?

I have a lot of questions with very few answers loll, I would love to hear your thoughts on this!!

this post, for reference

Gosh, I am so sorry for taking forever to answer this. But you ask so many good questions! And I think this is actually a pretty good time, after 419.

I guess where I stand with the idea now is still somewhat ambiguous. All for One as a power is too big and interesting to go away--or at least, if it did go away, it would speak volumes. It feels like an almost elemental, fundamental, and even spiritual power, something beyond the man himself. So I'm still wondering about its future.

While a lot of other characters' narratives, including Katsuki's, are about this "nature of quirks vs. nurture," with the original Japanese name for quirks literally meaning "individuality" ("個性" or "kosei"), All for One (the power) oddly represents a lack of individuality. Like a shapeshifter with no form of its own. With that in mind, might we actually compare it to quirklessness? This is worth considering if we're trying to guess who might be a fitting person to inherit it.

I'm at least certain that Tenko shouldn't keep it, since he was literally groomed for it, to be a vessel. For him it represents a lack of individuality in the absolute worst way: a lack of agency, and an identity determined by/in the image of someone else since before even the moment of conception. Actually, as of 419, it seems like if there is any echo of him left after being possessed again, Tenko needs to get rid of the quirk. If he is able to regain control for even a second, the most logical action he can take to save himself and do something of his own free will for once, is to pass the quirk on to someone else.

What I'm a little less certain about is who should get it. On the one hand, Katsuki has a very strong sense of self, especially now. As I said before, this would make him an interesting candidate because he wouldn't want AFO, and thus wouldn't use it for his own gain, on principle. However...

In between now and when I wrote that little post, the future of One for All has also become ambiguous. Does Tenko have it even though All for One does not? (because of Izuku's intent in passing it on?) I've wondered for a long time what would happen if OFA and AFO combined. Would they become more than the sum of their parts, creating something new? Maybe something that can connect with other people and build them up? Perhaps it would develop some aspect of agency that takes away its capacity to exploit people. I'm just speculating...

And I haven't wanted to talk about it, but I'm ambivalent about Izuku becoming quirkiness again. As in, I think Horikoshi could pull it off either way. So this is just an idea:

Izuku could also be a candidate for AFO because he lacks a sense of self, in his own way, as I've gone into before. At best, this means a lack of an ego, the opposite of AFO's personality. In AFO's words, Izuku is the boy born with nothing, who now has less than nothing. There's also a nice symmetry to this idea: Izuku giving OFA to Tenko, then Tenko giving AFO to Izuku. It would be interesting to see what the power would be like in the hands of its antithesis.

But like I said, if you ignore AFO's own selfish interpretation of the power as a tool for domination and a sign of his natural superiority, its essence is a lot more comparable to quirklessness. Just as one's quirk does not encompass one's entire self even though it is unique to them, so too does the quirk have potential beyond its user's point of view. It is potentially ideal for someone who wouldn't make it a part of who they are or use it to enforce their desires, and this applies to both Izuku and Katsuki.

The final thing to mention from your question is the possibility that whoever received AFO would have to deal with overcoming his possession. Maybe this is too much for one person to handle. Maybe Katsuki plays into this either way.

#and I'll leave it at that because hoo boy there are a lot of unknowns #asks #lin answers #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha 419 #bnha manga #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bakudeku #bkdk #dekubaku #dkbk #all for one #one for all #shimura tenko #shigaraki tomura

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short-black-diamond · 2 years

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I’m broken, but pretty. Who wants me?

I had this idea in my head for a while...i wanted to try this out with Izuku and Shoji! Also, izuku and shoji are both crushing on you!

and i still love izuku, i just post him as an idiot, but i will make more fluff of him and you...someday

warnings: Izuku x reader x shoji - i guess, izuku messes up, Shoji falls first, but you fall harder in a heartbeat and Izuku can’t help but watch as he misses his chance of asking you out and faces the consequences.

Did i use pronouns? I don’t think so.

Gender? Nope

Have fun reading!

...

you glared at the boy in front of you with a murderous glint in your eyes. Everything he did, whether he opened his mouth, looked around, or even breathed - you couldn’t stand it.

Not because you hated Izuku. No. You’d never hate that sweet boy. If anything, you’d rip your heart out just to get his attention. But right now, he was talking to Todoroki about the progress he’d made in english.

You were better than Todoroki in english, why didn’t Izuku ask you? Also, come to think of it, you never really had any proper interaction with the cutie you’ve gotten that stupid crush on.

How come...?

It is already the end of the first semester! Throughout the sports festival, or the camp incident- hell, even the kamino incident, you two had never actually time to chat with each other. but, you also thought that the greenette would purposely avoid you. that thought made your little, fragile heart of glass break.

...

With your quirk, diamond, which allowed you to form your being into a living weapon like Yaoyorozu, with spikes adorning your limbs, your skin to harden like Kirishima’s, or your voice to echoed when you crystallised your throat and screamed like Present Mic.

When you used your quirk, nothing could break you. Todoroki’s fire or ice only made you stronger, with the extra sand you carried around, you managed to ‘heal’ your broken or injured places and even won against him when you sparred against the boy.

But, the drawback was that you looked...spooky.

Shoji respected you for not covering up the consequence of your quirk overuse on your face. To put it easily, your face...it was broken.

Yep.

Your right eye had a crack coming out from your iris and it went across your whole face like a spider’s den, but, you didn’t cover up.

You liked that you looked like that, even when you might look scary. well, it was the drawback of your quirk. You were happy that it didn’t hit one of the nerves in your right eye, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to see.

Also, Shoji was your best friend, along with Koda and Tokoyami.

...

“Um...hey?“, a voice called, snapping you out of your thoughts. Your wide eyes searched for the voice, and you only had to look to the left, where Izuku fiddled with his hands, not looking at you.

Is-is he? is he talking to me-

“You know...since we didn’t really talk that much together...I would like to get to know you better...! I mean, only if you want to, of course.“

Huh, he really is talking to me.

“And what should we do together?“

He didn’t look prepared. At all.

“Oh-um, well, I-I don’t know! W-we could uh-“

“Fight.“

“H-huh?“

“Let’s fight, Midoriya.“

“You mean like, training?“

“Mhm.“

“O-oh, um, yeah. Yes! Sure!“

...

You were training for a few minutes now. Where was he? The ground was wet with your sweat and you had to change your training area because of that. Now, you were hardening yourself. In your heart, there was a crack.

That crack resembled the hurt Izuku had given you. He didn’t even show up. Such a freak. You got angry and groaned, your skin shining beautifully in your skin colour, but as if it’s made out of glass.

“Ah, didn’t he come?“, a familiar deep voice called, and you didn’t need to know who it was. You shook your head. “Nope, and I’m such a dumbass for falling for it. You have any idea ho to push off some steam, Shoji?“

You now turned around and looked at his big frame. hot. He looked to the side. “Let’s get out of here. You’ve been here long enough.”

You nodded. You didn’t want to be here anymore either. Just as you left the gym, Izuku came storming into the place him and you agreed to spar on. He was here-but where were you?

One look at his watch told him that he messed up; He was half an hour too late.

He groaned, hitting his head. Of course you’d leave! He’s so stupid for talking to All Might earlier!

He still couldn’t help but blush. Thinking that you’d even agreed to hang out with somebody like him...wow.

He still thought that he was undeserving considering the shit he’s been through. However, he was a little more confident, but not when it came to you.

You, who was so, so beautiful despite your broken face which you got from fighting numerous villains, and it just added to your beauty.

You, who was on top of the class, helping dumber students like Kirishima, Denki, Mina and Sero to lift the weight off of Bakugo’s shoulder with just a nod- to which Bakugo was very thankful for.

You, who was very good in any language, english being your easiest subject. Maybe he should’ve asked you on a study date like Shoto advised the hopeless romantic to do, but Izuku was a freak. Too scared to confess, pussying out every time when he got closer to you than ten feet.

you, who only hung around the calmest students, like Kida, Tokoyami, Jirou, and...Shoji.

Now, Izuku didn’t have anything against the gentle giant, but he was jealous od Mezo for being able to talk to you so effortlessly. Whenever your cute laugh blossomed in his hearing area, he whipped his head to you with a smile, only for it to fall the second he saw the reason you were happy.

Shoji was perfect, he thought.

Shoji understood you.

Shoji was a respectful man.

Shoji was polite.

Shoji had a cool quirk.

Shoji was nice.

Shoji wasn’t shy. Shoji wasn’t scared of speaking his mind. Shoji was funny.

In other words, Shoji was everything Izuku wasn’t.

The freckled boy shook his head, tears already forming in his eyes. Now, he ran back, his heart wanting to find you.

...

“N-no...“

“Yes.“

You were laughing your ass off as Shoji told you an embarassing story of him trying to dance gangnam style on ‘just dance’ and how he felt like one of the dancers, saying that he was really feeling it, and he even made a short dance of hopping around and crossing his hands, singing ‘Opa gangnam style!’ right next to you.

Even though you two were in public and people were staring, you and Shoji couldn’t care less. It was nice to have Shoji as a friend. ouch

It was sunset now, and Shoji and you were on your way back to the dorms. He had his hands in his pockets, his bag resting behind him with one of his many arms holding it. You had your bag in front of you and holding it like a stereotypical anime girl.

Your eyes were closed as you laughed, and Shoji watched you with a covered, fond smile. Then, when your laughter slowly died down, he looked to the ground again, taking deep breaths. Then, he stopped walking, and you took three steps forward, then you stopped too when he didn’t go.

“Shoji...?“

“...“, he only looked to the side, as if contemplating on telling you something.

you snickered again. “What is it, Shoji?”, you asked, smiling at the boy with fondness written all over your face. He took one last deep breath before taking a step towards you. “well, I- woah!”, he said, falling onto his left knee, but balancing himself again.

“Um, you okay?“

“Y-yeah, guess I just fell for you. That’s all.”, he chuckled, resting his arms on his right knee, looking up at you with cheeky anticipation. And hope.

You, were speechless for a moment. Did he just...confess?

“I-you-huh?“, you only made out before Shoji sighed, taking both your hands caustiously and slowly, as if he was ready to let you go when you wanted to.

“I fell in love with you, you know? You’re amazing. You’re-“

he kissed one of your hands through his clothed lips, and you still felt goosebumps traling up your arm and how it spreaded all over your body.

“-beautiful-“

another kiss towards your knuckles,

“-strong-“

much more kisses now, going slowly up your arm, and you let him. you wanted this...somehow. sure, the six-armed handsome young man you had could be a little blunt, but you didn’t know about Shoji’s straightforwardness. you felt your face heating up with every kiss he took.

“-brave, sweet, nice, and kind-“

now, he was kissing your cheek. you held your breath, waiting for him to kiss you on the lips.

“can I...kiss you?“, he murmured softly against your lips, looking up at you with half lidded eyes. and he had a finger hooked around the mask covering his lower face, slowly pulling it down.

He wasn’t going to...take it off, right?

“Please,“, you moaned breathlessly against Shoji, and he really took off the mask. He smiled shyly up at you. you cupped his face, tracing your thumbs against his long lips.

I wanna kiss you..., you thought.

Then you blinked. Wait. what am I doing? I have a crush on-Izuku...yeah, no. Fuck him.

I...I want to kiss Shoji. ,embarassed about that thought, you looked at Shoji’s closed eyes as he let you look and touch at the rest of his face. you were proud of yourself for being such a good person that even Shoji decided to show his face to you.

It was even a surprise at how much more beautiful the boy in front of you looked. He looked...complete.

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined...”, muttered softly, trailing his lips and jaw. His breath hitched in his throat and his blissed out face got red. “What...what did you imagine me looking like without my mask on?”, he asked, eyeing you suspiciously, but you were too in trance at how pretty the boy you held looked like.

“Dunno, I already forgot...”, you trailed off as you inched closer to his face, slowly closing your eyes. He did the same and soon, your lips met perfectly. Slowly, as to not ruin the moment, you parted before kissing him again, and again and again.

...

Izuku ran back to the dorms. He didn’t think that you might have grabbed a bite, because you always only brought some water with you and lunch.

He still cursed himself for staying too late chatting away with his mentor, but then something caught the corner of his eye as he was about to reach the doorknob.

He finally saw you, but what were you doing with Shoji? Why are your faces so close?

Are you two...kissing?

...

Oh.

Tears were now streaming freely from his face and he had to clench his teeth as to not let any sound escape from his mouth. He turned away and opened the door, and dashed into his room.

Meanwhile, you were kissing the man kneeling in front of you with such a gentle way you’d sworn to only use on Izuku. But, guess you had a change of plans. (cue to me winking stupidly)

After a while, you parted with ragged breaths and taking in the other person. you spoke first.

“You really fell in love with me?“, you asked with a smile.

“Yes.“, he replied in a heartbeat.

“Well, shall we-“

“Dorm.“

“But-“

“Dorm.“

“Okay, let’s go.“

And finally, Shoji stood up from his knee and led you inside, but not before pulling his mask in its original place. One of his hands was resting on your lower back and another hand formed into a mouth, telling you to follow him, which you did.

You two ended up cuddling. Have some dignity you pervert.

...

After some months of dating, you and Shoji were ready to tell the class.

“Aww, you guys are so cute together!“, Mina cooed, looking at you, who was holding one of Shoji’s arms, with a teary smile on her face.

Izuku didn’t smile. He only looked at you with a hollow expression, heavy eyebags and pale skin engraved themselves into the poor boy’s body.

He sighed, looking at his notebook again. There was a drawing of you smiling, despite your broken face.

Izuku thought you looked absolutely perfect.

#deku angst #deku x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #mha x reader #mha manga #bnha x reader #bnha #shoji x reader #mezo x reader

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ayoharuko · 2 years

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Mha Bf Headcanons

HELLOOOOOO

I'M FINALLY DOING A MHA BF HEADCANONS YAY!!!

Sorry about that uhm yea I'm finally doing this...actually fun fact this was the one i was supposed to post first instead of the genshin one...huh...u learn something new everyday.

Also some of the headcanons might be cringe, occ and inaccurate i watched the anime and i read the manga ofc but i forgor somethings that happened since yk adhd and I don't re-watch things-....so this is kinda a blind thing for me lol

Also my writing style might be different since I'm actually using my phone or iPad to all this, mainly because I always use my laptop to do school things and for some reason whenever I open Tumblr in it, it always makes my laptop slow down soo I'm trying to avoid that hahaha....

REMINDER: These characters don't belong to me. They belong to Horikoshi Kōhei and this is just a work of fiction.

Anyways i hope u enjoy!

(Mha Boys pt.1)

~Izuku Midoriya~ (Deku)

~Soft/Gentle Boyfriend~

- Izuku would be the gentlest boyfriend ever. He just knows how to make you smile ya know :3

- You and him would always train together, exercise together and pretty much do almost everything together, aweee

- He's your personal tutor, I mean he’s really smart soo if you ever need help just ask your loving boyfriend hehehe

- I feel like at the first few months of you guys relationship was that he was very shy at first(he still is), But after he got used to your present he doesn't blush that often anymore. He still does sometimes, How cute~

- You both always spar together although you’re the only one who wants to, Our boy deku doesn't wanna hurt you ya know so you would have to convince him to spar with you but if it's just to exercise or practice your Quirk it's fine with him

- Deku would never be jealous except he'd be more inscure then jealous, He thinks that he doesn't deserve you. He just thinks he isn't manly enough or strong enough to protect you. Thats not true of course, Just reassure him that he deserves you and he’s manly and strong enough to protect you and his insecurities gone.

- He thought his mom wouldn't like you but...she does! When she first heard about you and saw you at the sports festival she started to like you alot! Deku is very happy about that, Once you and her met face to face she had a bright smile on her face while inviting you to her home. Although deku is happy that she likes/loves you...can she please stop showing you his baby pictures!?(Embarrassed deku)

- Most of the time you are the one imitating love languages since sometimes his too shy but his learning don't worry

- The first "I love you" your first to say it, When finds the right moment to say it he gets nervous and chickens out...and then goes beet red when you say it hehehe~💕

- Overall your love for each other is gentle, soft and pure. He wants to make you proud not only his mom, Because he wants to be the hero you want him to be.

Nicknames: Puppy(hehehe) and love

Conversation with you: "Uhm...hey love..after school would you want to go to the park and have a..study picnic? Why? Well...i think a breath of fresh air is nice while studying! And we get see the beautiful park and all. ah! You wanna go? G-great! I'll..pick you up at your dorm room after classes, l-love you puppy"

~Katsuki Bakugou~ (Dynamite)

~Protective Boyfriend~

- Now...i was caught between possessive and protective but I feel he'd be more protective, Since he wouldn't want you to get targeted by the league or to get hurt. Even if he knows you can handle yourself, Let him have this-

- If you don't know how to cook, Well no problem! He would be the to cook for you everyday! He would make you bentos that look very good so you better finish it! Or otherwise he'll kick your ass! Lovingly of course hehehe~

- If you do know how to cook however...expect him to challenge you to a cooking competition to see who's a better cook, The bakusquad's the judges of course while the rest of the class are just glad to have you both as cooks as most of them can't cook and you both are just amazing cooks!

- Your dates are movie nights, study dates and just being together and enjoying each other's company :3

- When he introduced you to his mom and dad, He thought his mom didn't like you...but she already did! She loves you! And was questioning why you were dating her son, Which he got mad at and yelled at her for it. Seriously...you and katsuki's dad are the peacemakers and are both trying to stop them from killing each other😅

- He's more gentle and soft with you then anyone else and everyone in your class knows it, The way he doesn't yell or cuse when his around you, The way he doesn't overdo it when you both spar or train together and the way he looks at you more softly rather then a glare. Yea..katsuki bakugou is definitely inlove💕

Nicknames: Babe, teddybear, dumbass and baby

Conversation with you: "Oi... here *hands you a bento* what? It's for you dumbass...what? Just be t-thankful! Damn teddybear *red faced*"

~Shoto~ (Shoto Todoroki)

~Clueless Boyfriend~

- Trust me, He doesn't know shit about love. When he was probably starting to have feelings for you he thought he was just sick or it was your Quirk making him feel sick(Which isn't true of course) Then the girls started noticing this....and told him he was in love! But...he doesn't know what that means..so he asks his sister and she explains it and BOOM you guys are going out now! :D

- Since he’s VERY inexperienced you would have to be the one to initiate love languages, Good thing is he’s a fast learner soo sure enough he'll also start being affectionate💕

- He LOVES cuddling and you love it too! If you’re hot use his cold side if you’re cold use his hot side! His just perfect for cuddling~

- He always shares his food with you, He doesn't know why...but if you want his cold soba noodles..tell him and he'll give it happily🥺

- His sister, brother and his mom LOVE YOU, Now...his dad..shoto doesn't care if his dad doesn't like you cause his opinion doesn't matter. But..one time you and endeavor had a talk...and he actually said that it was ok to date his son😯

- You would always have dinner at the todoroki household, His siblings are always honored to have you at their home~

- When you first met his mom she smiled at you lovely like you were her child, and apparently shoto kept talking about you when he visits. So she eventually came to love you because of how much you give her son happiness and love, Mama Rei is happy shoto met you~

- He doesn't like sparring with you cause he doesn't wanna to accidentally hurt you...but if you just wanna train that's fine!

- Surprisingly he was the first one to say "I love you" It left you shocked of course...but he wanted to surprise you and he wanted to tell you he loves you soo..hmm hehehe~

- Your dates are....cuddling! As I said he loves cuddling but don't worry he also likes to take you shopping! And on dinner dates, study dates the list goes on and on💕

- Shoto is so grateful to have You, He might not have experience and is new to this but...his willing to learn...just for you~

Nicknames: Baby and love(That's it his still confused about nicknames lol)

Conversation with you: "Hello love. Would you want to go to my house again? Fuyumi said to invite you for dinner again...huh? Sure? Ah..alright..I'll see you later baby, I love you *Smiles fondly at you*"

I'M DONE!!!

I hope u all enjoyed this~

I actually enjoyed writing this alot hehehe, I'm sorry if there are any spelling or grammar errors....

But either way I hope you enjoyed~!

See u guys on my next post💕✨

Edit: Forgor to say, reblogs are appreciated and feel free to send requests :3

#bnha x reader #bnha headcannons #Izuku midoriya x reader #Katsuki bakugou x reader #Shoto todoroki x reader #bnha

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gojotenshi · 2 years

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No one should have found out that she was an omega, least of all the crown prince of Yuei.

But Izuku Midoriya was smart.

With two other lives on the line, Lia made the choice of accepting the deal given by the prince - her submission for his secrecy.

It should have been an easy arrangement, if not for the group of homicidal maniacs that had been using omegas as a bartering coin in order to take over the kingdom and the prince’s penchant for wanting more than she was willing to give.

Fate was just one big joke, was it not?

Chapter One - fight so dirty, but you love so sweet

a/n: Hello, this has been first posted to ao3, where you can find me under the pen name pcrscphcnc. It's uh, a very long chapter that I hope you guys like. Not beta'd

wc: 12 538

warnings: oral ( m receiving ), coercion, blackmail, general foul language, manipulative behavior, dubcon, omegaverse dynamics, omegaverse based sexism.

Dark pink liquid slipped through parted lips. The taste was a strange mix of bitterness and sweetness, as if the potion couldn’t find in itself to be happy with just one flavor, but neither of the women actually bothered much with it. They had gotten used to the taste, after all.

“God, I hate the flavor.”

Maybe not.

There was no helping the laughter that left the other two at their partner’s voice rang out, a respite over the tension that had filled the room. The three of them had been friends all their life, and Lia trusted the two with her life, and having into account what could happen were anyone to find out exactly what the pink liquid they had drank was… well, she was very sure that both Mina and Ochako also trusted her implicitly.

“Do you think the dose will be enough?” brown eyes met green and the brunette had to grimace at the thought that what little they could produce wouldn’t suffice. But really, they had to up the dose every few months to keep the effectiveness. God, she really hoped that they could find a way to make the tonic way more effective than it was.

“I don’t know.” Lia sighed “What we’re doing, it’s…”

“Crazy?” Mina chimed in, arms resting on the shoulders of the two smaller brunettes.

“Unorthodox?” A quirk of Ochako’s lips.

“And more.” Her fingers flexed around the vial before it was dropped in the table with care that she didn’t really want to give at that moment. She was glad for Mina’s willingness for physical proximity, it meant that the swirling of anxiety on her stomach could be staved off until both women went back to their own quarters. “But if we wanted to achieve anything, it’s also an inevitability.”

A frown from Ochako “Because we’re women.”

A huff from Mina “Because we’re omega.”

A nod from Lia “Because we’re both.”

Silence fell stifling on top of the three of them, though Mina made sure to cling even tighter to her and Ochako with a sort of restless energy that most times was contagious and that now was obviously just making things even tenser for the pink haired girl. Mina was the extrovert of the group, the one that always bounced into everything head first and that had made it easier to blend into the crowds of betas and alphas that populated the bustling city and as proxy the castle where they all worked and resided.

Omegas were… rare. As in hide them inside four walls and wait for the highest bidder kind of rare. Betas had become the norm these past few centuries, but alphas didn’t really dip in number from before, did they? No, omegas had been the ones that had been the only dipping statistic, with omega births declining over the years as if the magic that had sparked on their veins had somehow had to do with the change. No, no one had understood what had led to such a change, but the fact was that the lesser omegas there were, the less probably one was to be born. It was simply a matter of genetics, really.

And as they became rarer, the search for them caught on fire. Omegas were taken to be the most fertile, the best parents, the best healers. Their quirks often revolved around something that would help with day to day chores, from healing small cuts to producing food. Quirks as theirs… well, they should have belonged to alphas if customs were to be taken into consideration.

Having into account the three women in the room could very well care less about what the fuck everyone thought was customs…

“Can you secure more ingredients for the next batch?” Lia asked Ochako with a tilt of her head, watching as her friend leaned her head against Mina’s arm in thought.

“I’m not due for scouting for another two weeks, so I’ll have to wait until then.” Part of the royal guard, Ochako Uraraka was on the lower ranks, but still making a steady climbing for someone who had only been through training for the past three months. The fact was that her gravity manipulation quirk was well suited for both stealth and combat, and she was a damn good asset for anyone.

And to think that would have all been wasted if she had been carted off into a marriage at a young age like it happened to any omega that appeared on society’s radar.

Sold to the highest bidder, locked away between four walls and bred over and over again. Only there to look pretty and nothing else.

“I can get my part by the end of this week.” Mina chimed in with a thoughtful nod of her head. “Aiwaza is out on a diplomat mission until the end of the month and he has left me in charge until he comes back.”

Poison specialist Mina Ashido was a force to be reckoned with. The acid she could produce was highly corrosive, and as such, more than potentially dangerous. But it was her knowledge of how to actually apply it to her mastery of other dangerous materials that had allowed her to raise through the ranks as Aiwaza’s apprentice. Another good mind would have been lost in the lack of omega rights if they hadn’t grabbed life by its horns.

“I know I can count on you.” Emotion swirled on her green eyes, deep and unsettling as it was, those two women were her friends. Her family. They had been together when their small village had been raided and the three hidden away by her mother’s protective quirk. They had been together as grief struck at the loss of what had been their everything. They had been together as their quirks first developed. They had been together as they followed the old journal her mother had left and found the ingredients for the potion. They had been together as the first rounds made them so sick they thought they wouldn’t survive. They had been together and found ways to change the recipe, make it better, more effective.

They had been together when they had succeed.

And now they were together as they passed as nothing more than betas, scents and cycles halted and hidden away by the concoction that had been their salvation. There were still instincts, and though their own scents couldn’t be felt by anyone, that didn’t mean that they couldn’t smell the world beyond. It wasn’t like betas didn’t have scents because they did, it was more of the fact that they had to actively want them to come out that was the difference. Their pheromones were hidden, untapped.

They could have never passed as alphas, but betas was good enough. Betas had given them more than enough cover for what they wanted to do. They just wanted a chance to be themselves, to utilize their quirks to the best of their abilities and make a name for themselves. Well, Mina and Ochako wanted to make a name for themselves, be the heroes of their own story. Get revenge on the band of bastards that terrorized the kingdom. The same one that had murdered an entire village just to get to the few omegas that had presented that year. The same ones that hadn’t noticed the three little girls hidden away in a secret space.

Oh, it didn’t mean that Lia didn’t want revenge. No. Her blood still boiled and her heart still ached and she would have their bodies on the ground in front of her. But… fuck, she didn’t want to draw attention on herself, didn’t want to be indispensable to the castle and the military like Mina and Ochako. She was going to finish her studies and then she was going to leave. She would never stop her friends, no, her sisters, of searching for the life that had been denied to them after the designation had been found. But well, her suicide mission would be her own.

“We should return.” Ochako finally said. There was a shared nod, a finger on a shadow and the room was suddenly cast in darkness. It was the closest one to all of their quarters, but at a safe distance from the most frequented parts of the castle. She had found it during her first few days, back when they had arrived. Knowing very well just how important it was to know every corner of the place. They need a spot to meet, one where they wouldn’t be found.

Ochako slipped away first with a kiss to their cheeks, a smile, and a promise to see them after breakfast. Because of her entanglement with the army, the brunette was the only one of them that didn’t reside on the castle per se but its grounds. On the barracks that were site for the female dorms. Mina slept in the ground level of the castle, near the large doors that led to the private gardens of the herbalists, doctors and of course, poison experts. And Lia, well, Lia slept two floors up, and two doors down from the library and hall of records she was the keeper of while Nezu was busy doing gods know what. Her bets were on espionage. The elderly man had always been too smart for his own good, and she had been scared at first that he would have sniffed the ruse the three women had put up the first couple of weeks.

Mina slipped out after enough time had passed that it wouldn’t be too suspicious. There was the same affectionate kiss to her cheek, a meeting of their foreheads in a silent please be careful gesture, and then she was alone. The darkness didn’t bother her, and it did give her time to gather the three vials and secure them on the hidden pocket of her skirts. They clinked together, but the sound was muffled by the heavy fabric of her winter dress. Hm… things would be more difficult as the season changed and so did her clothes. Then the sound wouldn’t be so easy to hide in the silent halls.

No matter, that was something that she had to consider later. Maybe wrap the vials in some kind of fabric to make them less likely to make sounds. As enough time lapsed, Lia finally moved from her place near the door, being careful when closing it so the sound didn’t carry. She had expected the click of the door, what she didn’t expect where the words that rung in the air.

“You know…” the tone was light, familiar, shining with amusement. “I always wondered why a librarian would meet with a foot soldier and a poison’s apprentice.”

The breath got knocked out of her body by surprise, heart hammering on her chest as she was quick to turn and bow, eyes coming to rest on his shiny leather boots. Fuck, she had not smelled his approach. Why hadn’t she smelled his approach?

“Your highness.” A greeting, she still did not straighten up. “We traveled together for a long time before arriving on these four walls.” Be as close to the truth as possible, do not let him see through the omission and lies. “We’re kindred spirits and we enjoy being together for some tea.”

Finally, she did straighten up, but her eyes still did not meet his. Not because of his station, but because crown prince Izuku Midoriya was a menace.

“Tea, uh.” His voice was so jovial. There was probably a smile etched on his face right now, and as much as she tried not to, Lia had to see for herself. Green met green and ah yes, there it was.

Sharpness, interest, mirth.

His eyes never lied, did they? Izuku was smart, cunning, a throve of knowledge that was impressive to everyone around him. Statistics of the battles his kingdom fought, names of not only those closest to him but the every living soul that lived on the castle. He knew their quirks, and she would bet her own ass that he knew their weaknesses.

“Why have tea at such a late hour?” still that trivial tone, as if this was a mere conversation between friends. As if she didn’t think that the prince was hiding something very well lethal. Izuku was friendly, charismatic, never once had he ever acted like he had something to hide, something that he couldn’t let come to light. Everyone was always dazzled by the sunshine that was his personality. She had been dazzled by it at first.

“My friends live very busy lives, this is the only time they have for themselves.” Her words were careful, thought over so she didn’t make him think they were spies. Well, not more than he probably already thought, because why would he be in such a dark corridor? Why would he have waited until both her friends had made their way out only to stop her on her tracks? No, he had something planned, and she wasn’t going to be fooled.

“That is true.” A gloved hand was raised to his lips in thought, but his eyes never left hers, even when her own decided to focus on his boots again. She hid the sniff of the air with a heavy breath, his scent was still somewhat hidden, she could only smell the distinctive sharpness of an alpha, but not exactly what made it his own scent. Hm, maybe moonclover, that explained why he had managed to get the drop on her.

Silence stretched in the air and Lia tried not to fidget, he made her too anxious, too nervous.

“Is that all, your highness? I find myself tired and I have to be up early to open the doors of the library for the scholars.” A step towards her. Ah, no, that wasn’t good. “Your highness?”

“I saw the funniest papers before I took my night stroll.” Oh, so that was what the excuse he was giving to having been in this part of the castle? Smart, anyone would fall for it, hell, she should fall for it and use it next time anyone caught her out of her quarters after hours. “Have you heard of the League?”

Suddenly her heart was on her throat and her palms were clammy and why the hell did darkness have to be so effective in fucking up her power? It hid the shadows that she could touch, that she could manipulate. She just needed one touch and she could immobilize him and make her escape. He didn’t need her to speak to continue.

“Of course you haven’t.” That same jovial tone, but as Lia dared to look at Izuku’s face, there it was, that same sharpness in his eyes. And his smile was different too, it had an edge to it. Lia was sure that she had been very thorough in hiding the papers in the hall of records, and her research never left her private quarters. “I mean, that is very confidential information.”

There had to be a point to his prodding, right? “Confidential?” play dumb, play dumb. “Your highness, I must say I do not know what you are speaking about.” It was good that she couldn’t really smell him, she didn’t need that weighting on her mind and instincts. “I only keep things organized at the library and records, I do not have the permission to read the documents.”

“Of course not.” A laugh, so sweet and tilting that it almost relaxed her. She wanted to relax, and if it had been coupled with his scent, she would have definitively had a harder time keeping her muscles tense and ready to bolt. Izuku Midoriya was a menace. “And you’re a good girl.”

There was no helping the way the drop in tone washed over her, how the two words affected her. It was silly and idiotic, but beneath her buried scent and halted cycle, she was still an omega. And omega that had just been praised by an alpha that she was attracted to. A hitch of her breath that she covered with a cough, green eyes looking anywhere but at the prince. Alarms were blaring on her mind and all she wanted to do was book it, but fuck, if she gave as much as a step, she would give up the fact that it had been something illicit that the three friends had been doing. That she had done more than read over the classified records.

“I try to be, your highness. All I want is to be of help.” Not a lie, really. She did enjoy being of help, but the fact was that her help would be in making sure the League couldn’t get to more villages like her own. Couldn’t keep wrecking terror in the lives of the people in the country. She just needed to solidify her information, needed to know exactly how many they were, what their quirks were. Needed to have a plan at ready so it wasn’t a suicide mission without a point. After all, she already had the perfect bait. “Is there anything else?” The can I go went unsaid.

“Their last attack was two days ago.” Her heart halted, her breath hitched and against her will, her eyes were once more meeting his own. That was new information, one that had yet to be recorded so she could have a look at it. Izuku continued through her shock “There was a small force of the army stationed at the town because we knew it would be their next target, one of them survived, so we finally know what they’re really after.”

“Did you not know before?” she did. Ochaco did. Mina did. They had never shared it with anyone else. After all, they didn’t even know the League was the one responsible until Lia had found out the name of the band just last month. They were after the best bargaining chips of all. The one thing that could buy entire battalions. The one thing that could give them enough riches to arm said battalion.

“A cremated village does not give much of information.” His comment was so light but it still brought grief to choke at her throat. She would have nightmares that night, she was sure of it. Of charred bodies and debris. Of the sickly scent of death and cut off pheromones. Of destruction and loneliness. Fuck, the years did not make it easier, did they? “As I was saying, one of the betas stationed there survived. I think you knew him. Yo Shindo.”

“He is part of my friend’s training group.” What was his quirk? Something to do with vibrations, right? She didn’t really know the guy, not more than her friends did, if she was honest. They still kept everyone at a safe distance.

“Correct, part of the thirteenth battalion. It’s really a miracle he has survived with such extensive burns, not to speak of the smoke inhalation.” His eyes did that hazy thing they sometimes did when he was about to spout his knowledge. Lia was enraptured. “We still don’t know if he will survive the next few days, but he was lucid enough to give his testimony. It’s impressive really, what someone can do with adrenaline in their systems, with the need to protect ingrained in every fiber of their being. Shindo said they destroyed half the men in one single hit. Awful fire power, blue flames.” Dabi. That had to be Dabi. “Then there was a woman, wicked aim, thirst for blood.” Toga Himiko. “A lizard hybrid, so I can only guess it’s an animal traits quirk.” There wasn’t a name on the files, but during the attack she had heard the name Spinner called out. “I guess the most dangerous is the leader, though, Shindo said he decayed one of the warriors to ash with just a touch of his hand.” Tomura Shigaraki. “It’s impressive just how much destruction four people can do.”

Lia opened her mouth but found that she could not get her voice to cooperate, so she closed it again. His eyes still hadn’t focused so it wasn’t like he wasn’t going to keep spewing information. “Shindo said they had a very specific reason for attacking that village. And you really have to wonder where they get their information, because it had just been submitted the week prior to the attack.” A thoughtful hum “They must really have a far reach, so I doubt that they don’t have accomplices. All black market traders must have them. And if not accomplices, at least helpers, people who will dispose of the goods.”

She wanted to run, so damn much, but he was still talking and it was information. It would come at a price eventually, but for now he was still spewing it and she was still very much taking it all in “They had registered an omega the week before.” Finally the sharpness returned to his eyes, and oh, it was so much worse to have the full force of his gaze on her. “They’re trading omegas for power, connections to the most ruthless of families.” The cape he was wearing shifted as he tilted to the side, weight coming to rest on just one of his legs. “Shigaraki wants the throne.”

Again with the silence, the stretchy kind. The one that seemed to wrap around her and suffocate her because what could Lia say that wouldn’t incriminate her, that wouldn’t show Izuku just how privy to that information she had been? The League had brought her village to the ground in search of the three of them, had killed over a hundred people in the matter of minutes. They were terrifying. Horribly so.

She would still like their head on a plate.

“Why are you confiding this on me, your highness?” she tried to play it as if she was confused, but her voice was so tired. She was so tired.

“You know, at first I thought you might be working for them.” He didn’t let her gasp of outrage interrupt him “But you never looked for information about battle strategies, about defense. They were all at your grasp, you could have been as careful with that as you were with the actual information you were looking for.” Something was thrown to her feet, something that made a soft thud as it landed. Lia bent to pick it up, paling at the small ring that had been wrapped in silk. It was nothing fancy or expensive, it was made of steel, after all. But it had been locked together with her research.

“You’ve been to my room.” She felt violated in a way. No one had ever dared to intrude upon her privacy, not even the people she considered family.

“I did always think you had pretty handwriting.” Izuku commented lightly, but there was a flash of teeth, and suddenly he wasn’t so jovial anymore. He was a predator, dangerous and callous and oh very ready to strike. “Those notes were very meticulous, you know? Mine are better though.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. She really needed the clouds to get away from the moon so she could have a way to reach a shadow, any shadow. At least all he knew was that she had an unhealthy obsession with the League, there was no way that he could know about the real reason of it all.

“So, I study the League. I am in no way in cohorts with them, you don’t need to worry about me, your highness.” His eyes were too sharp, too dangerous.

“I have an extensive record of their previous attacks.” There had to be a point to why he was telling her this, right? It just had to be. “So of course, with this new information I just had to search the records to see if there was a pattern of omega registrations and their attacks. And can you guess what I found?”

A hole. He had found a hole of her own making because the first thing that Lia had done when she had been alone in the hall of records was find the damn omega registration corner and make sure no one could ever find their names on that list. “You found what you were looking for, your highness?” she tried for light, for curious, for something that would get his off her scent as if he wasn’t a bloodhound ready to pounce on its prey.

“I found an outlier.” Of course he didn’t get the bait, what was she expecting? “Every single village attacked had registered an omega sometime before the attack, all but one.”

Breath in. Breath out. Steady. No emotion on her face. She could do it, couldn’t she?

“So that left me with a very big question. Why would they go off pattern? I would understand if it was a port of commerce or even if it held a noble that put their full support on the kingdom, but no, it was a small village with just one trait. An uncommon number of omegas.”

Mei was a very small village, but it had boasted really good fertility rates. In all accounts.

“Maybe they hoped that by killing the mates they could get the omegas.” Please take the bait, please take the bait.

“We both know it doesn’t work that way.” No, it didn’t. Once fully mated, an omega would be crippled by the death of their mate. Some had lost their quirk, others had lost their will to live. But she didn’t think it would have mattered much to the league of villains. But it probably mattered to those that were counting on a whole omega, not just a shadow of themselves. “So that led me to think about the quiet little beta that I’ve seen sneak out of the hall of records more than once.” He had seen her? How long had he been watching her do her research on the league? How long had he concealed his presence and how long had he been planning to confront her with it?

And what did he have to gain by doing so?

“Your highness, I have done nothing to hinder your power or reign.”

“That’s the thing, what could you possibly achieve by collecting information about the League’s patterns?” Hints of pine and leather, his scent was starting to unravel. “You have not contacted with anyone besides your friends, you spend most of your time on your duties. You have nothing to gain in all of this. You do not wish for the downfall of the king. You don’t wish for the downfall of the kingdom.”

A step closer. Leather boots on the ground and an increase of her heart rate… and her need to bolt for the nearest exit. Could she jump out of the window and make a run for it? Probably not, prince Izuku was already quite quick on his feet, let alone if he used his quirk to improve his speed.

Leather, pine and lightening. His scent hit her full force as whatever he had taken finally wore off. It was as overwhelming as it always was, and in such close proximity nonetheless.

“So you can only wish for one thing - secrecy.” He stopped halfway towards her, enough that he could lower his voice “But secrecy over what? The three of you are already pretty secretive about your past, no one really knows where you come from and you’ve claimed that you’ve been nomads all your life. So why settle now?” oh. She had given him a mystery to solve. He liked mysteries. “So that had to be part of it, right? That little village, no records of new omegas in the registry. It all didn’t add up.”

“Your highness.” Her voice was high pitched even to her ears, fuck, how the fuck had he gotten all this figured out? “I do not know what you are hinting at, you can smell it for yourself. We’re betas. We’ve always been betas.”

He stilled, and suddenly his gaze was back on her. “I didn’t say it was the omega part that didn’t add up.”

Oh.

She had fucked up. Would the ground just swallow her up?

“Which begs the question. Why are you so keen on saying you’re a beta when I can obviously gather that on my own?” alarm bells all around her. Loud and chaotic and was it her heart? Beating at a mile a hour? “You’re not worried I think you’re a spy.” It wasn’t a question, so she didn’t even bother to answer. She could see the cogs on his head turning, could see the pieces falling into place.

He relaxed. “It has crossed my mind, but I put the possibility as an impossibility because one could never mask it that well. Even when I make use of moonclover I can never get the scent of alpha to stop clinging to my skin, then there’s the fact that you’ve been here enough for your cycle to have hit already. And it has not.” It would not, the potion they took halted it. It was a stasis of sort. But she wasn’t about to tell him that and give him more ammunition. “But that’s exactly it, isn’t it? You’re…”

His words were halted by her hands pressing to his lips. Lia hadn’t even felt herself move before he was on the tips of her toes, palms covering his mouth so the word would not pass through it. Her heart was beating so fast and her breath was coming in pants, she was becoming dizzy. His gloved fingers wrapped around her wrists, and she had never been gifted with strength, so it was easy for him to pull her hands from his face.

His smile was positively demoniac.

Lia had just confirmed what he thought was only a possibility.

And still he did not let go of her.

“Interesting.” It was very deliberate the way each fingers pulled away from her skin, it was even more deliberate the way he pushed past her to open the door of the room she had just been in with her friends. Was it that night? Or was she in a strange time warp? It felt like so long ago. “Do enter. Or would you rather discuss everything else in the open?”

No, she would not. And he was well aware of that, wasn’t he? How could he not be? Lia entered the room without complaint, but she did make a play to light the lantern she had turned off. Once more his fingers found her wrist. How had he approached her so quickly? “Ah, ah, ah.” He chided with a shake of his head “I’m not going to give you ammunition to run away.” Of course he knew about her quirk, of course. “I didn’t plan for this to be your secret, but it does not change the outcome.”

“The outcome.” She let her hand fall down to her side, so Izuku let go of her. Good, because Lia put as much distance between them as possible.

“Well, yes, you see. Blackmail.”

She blinked at that. “What? I have nothing you could possibly find useful, your highness”

“No? I guess you are but a peasant with no information to give me. Your quirk is useful, but you did not go into the army as Uraraka has done. You also do not have the expertise of a poison master like Ashido does. What can I possibly want from you?”

Lia frowned. All that he said was the truth, and she had no shame in that, after all, she wasn’t there to give her skills use, she was there to gather information and then bolt towards what was probably certain death. “Then what do you wish from me?”

“Entertainment.” His smile was easy going again, but there was still that edge to it that didn’t let her fall into the lull of security. Not that she would have when he had let the mask fall just a few minutes ago.

“Hire some bards for that.” The words escaped her mouth before she could stop them, and Izuku seemed surprised that she would bite back. But his smile seemed to widen at that.

“There it is. I’ve wondered where your claws were hidden, kitten.” Of all times that her mouth had to run its own course, it had to be when she was being threatened with exposure by the damn crown prince himself. “I’ve seen you use that sharp little tongue on a few soldiers before. But you’ve always been so polite to me.”

“You’re the crown prince.” She countered.

“Ah yes, that puts a dampener on tempers.” Was he mocking her? “But not that kind of entertainment.”

Lia frowned at that “I do not understand. What kind of entertainment can a prince wish for? You have a full library at your service. A kitchen full of the best chefs. A purse full of coins for what you cannot make for yourself.” His mirthful eyes egged her on “You have courtesans at your beck and call. I have nothing you do not already have.”

“You have my attention.”

“What?”

“I could destroy your life with this information, you know?” his comment was so flippant it made her want to slap him. “Omegas are supposed to be nothing but caretakers of children and home.”

“Then destroy my life.” How was it possible that his smile only increased? What was he getting at? She felt more like a mouse than a cat.

“Do you wish to bring Ashido and Uraraka down with you?” her heart dropped.

“What do you mean? I’m the omega.” She paled, but thankfully it was hidden by the darkness in the room. “Do not bring them into this.”

“Do you think I’m stupid, kitten?” he leaned his hip against the table, worked his gloves off his hands “You’ve made it a point to defend that the three of you were betas, not just that you were, as if I was going to wonder about their designation as well. You keep meeting up in this very room. And you have come together to work at the palace. If you’re capable of hiding so well, what’s to say you can’t hide them as well?” He leaned forward “They’d lose their jobs, the positions they earned through effort and merit. Such a shame.”

“You would not.” Would he?

“Want to bet their lives on it?” it wasn’t like Izuku didn’t know the answer that would leave her lips.

Shoulders sagged in defeat “No, I do not.”

Lia thought he would be speaking after that, instead she was met with silence. One that didn’t waver until she was looking at him once more. When had her eyes moved from his frame? Maybe during his speech about destroying the lives of the two people Lia would give her own for. “Alright.” She finally allowed “State your terms.”

Once again with that sharp twist of his lips, that smile that was more teeth than anything else. It was strange how attractive it was. “Your submission for my silence.”

Her mouth opened in surprise “My what?”

“Your submission.” He gave a tired sigh “I believe you are smarter than this. Why do you keep parroting that question?”

“You must know that I still don’t understand what you gain with any of this.” Besides pleasure that was, she wasn’t going to play dumb and pretend she didn’t know exactly what kind of submission he wanted from her. “Money buys everything, even submission. You have no need for blackmail to achieve that.”

“I have no need for money to achieve that.”

“Alright, so that makes it more baffling that you’re using blackmail to get what you can do with a few sweet smiles and words.”

Izuku chuckled. He chuckled as if it was funny that she was questioning his reasons for wanting such a thing from her. “You forget the value of entertainment in all of this. I could very well charm a pretty thing or buy the favors of a courtesan, but then where would be my fun?”

“In sex?” she looked at him as if he had grown another head. Maybe he had.

“You find sex fun?” Oh she’d fallen for that one.

“I would not know.” No point in lying if she was going to go through with this. “But your soldiers are pretty vocal.” So was Mina. But she wasn’t about to sully her friend’s name in front of the crown prince when the dirt wasn’t even dirt to begin with. Not if she had been anything else than a woman, than an omega.

His glee increased “Untouched.”

“Would it have mattered?”

“Not really.” He admitted with a shrug of his shoulders “But I can’t help but be pleased.”

“You also shouldn’t have been surprised. An omega is rarely touched before marriage.” It didn’t matter that marriage was usually so quick the ink had barely dried on the registration, it was still the truth. “So you wish for submission because it’s entertaining?”

A nod of his head and that damn smile “And because I’ve always wondered.” He didn’t continue, so she sent him a pointed but questioning look. He still left her to wait for a couple of unnerving seconds. “How you look with tears running down your face.”

Oh. Her face burned and once again she was glad for the cover of darkness, though by his chuckle, Lia could bet that Izuku knew very well the state his words had left her in “Pain achieves the same effect.” Would she rather have pain? She truly didn’t know.

“Maybe. I much prefer to see the tears for another reason.” A shrug of his shoulders, as if he was rolling her words off of them. So annoying. “Though I guess a little pain mixed with pleasure only heightens the sensations. I’m no stranger to some spanking from time to time.”

“You’re not going to put me over your knee like a misbehaving child.” She ground out with a huff, arms crossing over her chest.

“No, not like a child. You’ll see.” He waved her words as if they were nothing “You are in no position to make demands, are you? If I say jump, all you have to ask is how high. Secrecy of this magnitude comes at great cost, you know.”

“My self worth and agency, you mean.”

“You measure your own self worth, and the beauty of this arrangement is that your agency is to bend to my will. To fulfill my every whim. You’re going to submit out of your own free choice, kitten.” Lia closed her eyes and took a deep breath, which was a mistake as it did give her a whiff of his scent. He had no right smelling as good as he did. When he didn’t continue, she opened her eyes “Don’t try and fool yourself into thinking you had no agency in all of this.”

“The other choice is rubbish.” A glare directed at him, another laugh from his part.

“Ah, but a choice nonetheless.” Did he make fair deals? Probably not, but the fact was that it was a deal, one she could back out of. But doing so would have consequences that she could have shouldered if they had been hers alone. But she had Ochako and Mina to think about.

“My submission for your silence.” Lia finally agreed with a nod of her head, hands clasped behind her. “When should we do it.”

He leaned backwards, one hand idly reaching for the lantern to flick it on once more. Light filled the room, weak at first and then growing in strength as more fuel was added to the flame. “You seem to think it’ll be an one time thing.”

Lia frowned “Is it not?”

“Of course not. For as long as I want. Or at least as long as you want your secret kept.” He returned to his initial position, as if he hadn’t just dropped her in what seemed like a bathtub full of ice for all the cold that had sunk in her veins.

She grit her teeth. Stupid smart alpha. Instead of biting the bullet, she instead tried a diversion “You were against me turning the light on before, so why did you do it now?”

“You hadn’t agreed to anything before. You were still undecided, but now you have given your word for our deal, so I know that you won’t try and skirt away from it.” Izuku tilted his head “Who could have said that you wouldn’t have commandeered me through my shadow? Killed me and then ran away?”

“I would have not killed you, your highness.” As much of a manipulative guy as he was, she held no ill intent towards Izuku.

“Master.”

“What?” ok, maybe she was starting to harbor ill intent towards the crown prince.

“When we’re alone, that’s what you will call me. Because that’s what I am to you know, your master.” Oh, that was so self satisfaction on his tone. Lia did take back her words, she could very well kill him. But that would have meant putting herself in the shoes of a fugitive, and she still hadn’t gathered enough information to be sure she could take out at least one of the main elements of the League.

But the fact was that with him forcing her hand, well, the idea was something she couldn’t shake out of her head. His eyes are darker than hers, still a vivid green, but not the aqua that her own vision held. And they were amused, the sharpness in them out in the open because he had already shown her just who he was behind the smiles and laughter. Izuku was a good strategist, had always been, and he probably had been planning everything for a while had he not?

“You look positively murderous.” He leaned forward then, fingers stretching and catching onto a lock of brown hair, twirling it around without much thought. “How much of a difference is it to call me one thing over the other? As your prince, I still hold power over you. My word is only surpassed by my father’s, you know that.”

“As a prince, you do not hold full power over my free will.” He was studying her again, fingers letting go of her hair so he could grip the table instead. “A Master does.” She pressed her lips together. “So no, it’s not just a change in words and you know it very well.”

“Aren’t you a sharp one, kitten?” once again with that nickname, Lia frowned but did not comment, instead, she crossed her arms and looked out of the window and into the night sky. What could she say? What more could the omega voice out that hadn’t been said already? “So will you do it?”

Fuck, he was pushing her buttons.

Her shoulders tensed and then… And then she was relaxing because she was trapped and he had her in the palm of his hand because one wrong move, one wrong word and all they had built these past months would be crumbling down.

“I will.”

The sound of his hands clapping together brought her attention back to the alpha, his scent swallowed up the room, slowly digging into her reserves until the way her muscles relaxed wasn’t due to her defeat, but by her own genetic make up. The concoction that halted their cycles and hid their scents didn’t actually erase their instincts. Scents still affected them, as did alpha behaviors in general. Lia wasn’t sure how an alpha tone would make them react because that hadn’t happened yet, but she didn’t doubt that if it ever did their cover could be blown.

“Come here.” It was a soft request, and one that she heeded, walking the few steps until she was near enough for one of his hands to grasp her hip. The heat of his hand was searing even through the fabric of her dress as he moved her to his liking, his legs opening so she could fit between them. His eyes were darker, and finding herself not really capable of handling them, she slowly moved hers to the side. Her eyes caught the earing he was wearing, an onyx pendant in the shape of a diamond that reached the raised collar of his cape. It was pretty, and it fit him in a way that she wasn’t expecting.

They spent a few minutes like that. Her hands twitched as she wondered if she was supposed to do something but she didn’t really want to ask, and Izuku didn’t seem very keen on going further than just being close to her. He wasn’t touching her anymore, his hand had fallen away the second she had slotted herself between his thighs, and even them were parted enough that the omega had enough space to leave her hands at her side and still not touch him. Once again she was met with the question of what exactly did he want? Why her?

And still he was close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body.

Her hands twitched again and she finally gave into the temptation to cross her arms over her chest, if only for something to do. The alpha reached for her wrists before she could actually do it, though, thumbs running over the scent glands on her wrists and leaving her heart a stuttering mess.

It was enough to snap her out of silence. “You cannot do that!” He let her pull her hands away, back to her sides, and she would not think she had actually been strong enough to get out of his grasp. That would be fooling herself because Izuku was and would always be stronger than her. “I cannot smell like you or rumors will spread.”

“Uh.” From the corner of her eye Lia watched his head tilt as if he was in thought “I guess it would be strange if you suddenly had the scent of an alpha on you.”

She didn’t bother to tell him that it would be even stranger that the scent came from the crown prince himself. He wasn’t supposed to have his attention on her, that was for certain.

“How do you manage it?” curiosity laced his tone and it brought her eyes to him, he was looking at her with the biggest and most expectant eyes, they weren’t a ploy, that was just what he looked like when he was faced with shiny new information, with a shiny new puzzle. “I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that you do not have a scent on you.” He was talking faster now and it was almost endearing, the way he appeared almost child like in his curiosity. “Me and Kachaan used to try and see who could stretch their scent in the widest area right after transitioning, but then it’s been more than a nuisance when dealing with political ambassadors because they are always waiting for that one tell from you and your scent just gives it away.”

Like his was now, becoming brighter, lighter, the pine in a sunny day, well worn leather from good use, and the field after a thunderstorm. In lieu of herself, Lia couldn’t help but take a heady breath of it. He didn’t seem to notice. “You don’t know how good it’d be for us if we could just tamp down the scent for longer than a couple of hours, especially for Kachaan, he never quite got the hang on control of his emotions. And father sent him in a political tour of the kingdoms, that wasn’t the smartest decision if I can be honest. But if I was the one to go then I would have probably missed you.”

And just like that his attention was back on her even though her mind was still reeling for all that information dump he had decided on giving her. Was she even supposed to answer him? Apparently not as he continued.

“You would have passed right under his radar.” That would have been a dream come true “He’s really good when it comes to battles, and heck, he as a mean brain inside that thick skull of his, but he also doesn’t really pay attention to most things that don’t revolve around a battle field.” Was he complimenting his brother or was he insulting him? Lia was unsure and Izuku kept spewing information at a quick pace and she had to listen really closely to be able to actually take it all in “I barely noticed. If I hadn’t seen you sneak into the hall of records I might have thought you an innocent bystander on all of this.”

“I am an innocent bystander.” She was a victim. Family slaughtered. Life thrown in the air. And when she had tried to make something out of it, the rug had to be once again pulled from under her feat in the form of an alpha with too sharp green eyes. “I am not a spy, your….”

His eyes dared her to continue. His earlier words resonated in her mind, so she closed her eyes before taking a deep breath. “I am not a spy, Master.” Lia corrected herself.

“I am still unsure about that.” His hands came up to grab at her hair, not really to pull but to move the strands until they were framing her face, tips falling down to her hips. Maybe she should have cut it short like Ochako and Mina’s, but they had done so in favor of practicality, after all, one was a warrior and the one dealt with poisons every day of her week. She dealt in bound tomes and loose papers. “Tell me, why the interest in the League?”

“Don’t you have everything figured out already?” her voice was bitter. “I offered you my submission, I never said anything about my secrets or my mind.”

“You’re right.” The sting to her scalp was so sudden it made Lia hiss and open her eyes, he had caught a handful of brown hair in his hands and tugged. In a way it felt like punishment for her refusal to give him the answers that he sought “But you must also know I will find out eventually.”

“If you wanted answers that bad you could have made that your deal.” His fingers let go of her hair to massage her stinging scalp, and the attention felt too good. A soft exhale from her frame as her body relaxed even if he had been the one to cause the pain in the first place. “Does that mean you want to change your deal?”

A pause. He surveyed her with those green eyes of his, this time she didn’t shy away from his gaze, not even when his fingers moved down her neck and over her shoulders. Down through her arms until his hands came to rest on her elbows and bent her arms, it was instinct for Lia to clutch his forearms, and it was probably his intention on all of this, was it not?

“You’ll tell me.”

“Alright.” She was going to continue but Izuku shook his head, making her frown in confusion. “Isn’t that your way of telling me that you want information now?”

He smiled at her “It’s my assurance that you’ll eventually tell me.” A hum, drawn out, his arms retreating so he could grasp her hands and lead them to his thighs. The fabric beneath was soft, and she thought they might be satin. What a strange detail to hang on. “For now I’ll be happy with the fact that I have you under my gaze. If you truly are dangerous, there is not much you can do if I keep you occupied, is there?”

“So you still…” she frowned.

“Yes, the deal still stays.” She didn’t know if she should feel disappointed or not. The fact was that there wasn’t much harm about telling him why she was so interested with the League. It was more a question of principle when Izuku had already figured out so much about her past, even though what was one last piece, it was still hers to give. And Lia liked the fact that she got to keep something for herself. “Hey, look at me.”

She set her eyes on his, why did they keep wandering? Why was it so hard to actually look the prince in the eyes for more than a couple of seconds? Maybe because she felt like he could read her like an open book whenever his gaze stayed on her for too long, maybe because getting such undivided attention was strange and climatic and she really did not know what he truly wanted.

A pressure on her lips, the brunette was going to look down to see what it was but his voice kept her locked in place “Eyes on me. Do not look away.” A couple of seconds ticked by and when her gaze stayed on his, he finally gave a nod of approval. “Open up.”

Oh.

Her lips parted, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that he was pressing two of his fingers into her mouth. A blush raised on her cheeks as he stopped just short of the second knuckle, not really doing anything but staying there. And yet, she still squirmed under his watchful stare, still tried to will herself relaxed because she didn’t really know the why or how of things. God, everything was strange and she was caught in his web and in a way, at that moment, it all felt a bit dreamy.

His fingers were long, and though they had seemed thin and lithe when in contrast with his own body, they were obviously thicker than she expected when near her own. When inside her mouth. And God, it was filthy the way he pushed them further in, just up to his second knuckle, only to pull them out to the tips and push back again. Was she supposed to do anything? Should this be heating up her body like it was? To take her mind out of everything, her eyes focused on the freckles on his cheek, barely visible as his body mostly blocked the light from the lantern, but if she could count them…

Izuku stilled, a disapproving sigh leaving his lips “Thought I told you to look at me.”

She could only form words because his fingers left her mouth, wet with her drool that he traced over her cheek and down her jaw, leaving a wet trail that cooled down in the night air. “I am looking at you, your highness.”

Another heavy disapproving sigh “You do not do well with direct requests, do you?”

Her mouth opened to retort, his words stopped her.

“You looked away from my eyes. You called me by the wrong title. If I had issued another order, would you have also breezed past it as well?” she hadn’t even noticed. Her lips remained closed, though, she didn’t really care to give him an apology when she wasn’t sorry about her behavior. A beat of silence, he was waiting for an apology. Lia still didn’t give him one.

His laugh was unexpected, so loud she wanted to cover his mouth because she was afraid it would be heard out of the room. Did he want to be caught? It wasn’t like his reputation would be the one to fall into shambles. So did he even care? “Brat.”

“What?”

“You keep repeating that question.” Another full body chuckle that she felt because her hands were still on his thighs. He leaned forward a bit, still not fully entering her personal space in a way, but still too close for comfort. “But yes, a brat. I had something else planned, but can’t really let you get away with defying me twice in a row.”

Something different planned? Was that the reason he had his fingers in her mouth? She couldn’t really see how having them between her lips would have aided anything that would give her pleasure. Lia tried to wrack her brain for the details of sexual exploits that Mina had told her, but really, all she could think about was…

“Kneel.”

His hands moved to her own, stilled them from moving and helped her steady her body as she moved to her knees. Now she was eye level with his crotch and could notice the obvious raise on the fabric. She half wondered what was he drunk on, if on the control he held over her in that moment or the fact that he had watched his fingers do a facsimile of what he was going to do now.

As she settled into the knew position, Izuku’s hands moved to the ties that kept the front of his pants closed, undoing them with a dexterity she wasn’t sure she would have. But unlike what Lia was expecting, he didn’t reach to take himself out of the confines. She chanced a glance at him and oh, he was watching her.

“Do you know what I want from you?” his question caught her off guard.

“Overall? Sex. Right now? My bet’s on my mouth.” A quirk of her lips, not really a smile, but close. He hummed and his fingers were once again pressing against her lips, this time, he didn’t have to tell her to part them. Izuku resumed what he had been doing before, thrusting them in and out at a leisurely pace, as if they had the whole night for him finish what he wanted. In a way, she guessed that they did have it.

“Yes.” His voice was lower now, and as Lia looked up at him, his eyes were transfixed by the sight of his fingers on her mouth. “More than that.” His eyes darkened as his fingers stopped their thrusts to push farther into her, until they were down to the last knuckle and her throat was constricting around them in an effort to get them out. “You’re going to take me in this pretty mouth of yours.” His fingers pulled enough that they weren’t testing her gag reflex anymore “And I’m going to fuck it until you’re a sobbing mess.” He pushed his fingers forward once more, showing just what he meant by forcing them even further down if that was even possible.

His words were dirty and his actions were dirtier, and yet, surprisingly, she found herself aching between her legs at the idea of being used by him. She was going to blame that one on his scent still clinging to her nostrils and making her light headed. Or maybe that was the way that she had stopped breathing the moment his fingers had pushed down her throat again.

A heady gulp of air as they finally pulled back, a thin strand of saliva connecting her shiny lips to his equally shiny fingers “Breathe through your nose when you have something on your mouth, otherwise you’re going to pass out.”

“Okay.” That was good advice that she didn’t know if she would remember when it was his length in her mouth instead of his fingers, but really, it was almost sweet the way he was trying to ease her discomfort in some way. Or maybe it was just to heighten his own pleasure? But Lia thought she had heard some of the soldiers mentioning they liked when someone gagged on their cock?

The hand that hadn’t been on her mouth slipped inside his pants, and her attention was stolen away from her own mind towards the length that was taken out of the fabric. A shade darker than the skin in his body, somehow she had expected it to be harder than it was, or angrier looking. It was definitively thicker and longer than she had expected though, not that she had any kind of comparison. Maybe they were all that size. Lia could feel Izuku’s eyes on her, as if he was expecting her to say something, what was she supposed to say? “Uh. I don’t know what to think.” That did sum it up and it would probably be enough for him.

“Would it help if I told you it’s not fully hard yet.” Her eyes snapped to his face to be met with the most amused glance that she had ever gotten from him, she flushed furiously and looked back at his cock with narrowed eyes. What did he mean when he said it wasn’t fully hard yet? It certainly didn’t look floppy to her.

He laughed at her reaction, increasing her embarrassment by twofold. Her eyes watched in fascination as his hand started to move up and down the length, his chest expanding as he gave a pleasurable breath that somehow made that dull ache between her thighs grow thicker. And it was then that she understood that he hadn’t been kidding, as more blood flowed to his length, he grew harder and thicker, the head of him becoming redder. Okay, so that was obviously way thicker than his fingers had been.

Lia licked her lips, and she could feel the way his eyes had zeroed in the motion. A drop of liquid collected on the tip of his cock, and Izuku swiped it with his thumb, but instead of rubbing it on himself, he brought it against her lips. The invitation was clear. Once more she opened her mouth, and once more his finger found its way inside.

This time her tongue touched the pad, took in the drop with a small swipe. It tasted salty sweet, not unpleasant, but at the same time strange. A pleased hum from him as his thumb slipped from her mouth but he still didn’t really tell her she should start, was he waiting for her to make the first move? Should Lia bend down and take him into her mouth? Or maybe she should lick him just as she did with his finger?

God, she really didn’t know what to do and a part of her really, really wanted to make sure she pleased the alpha. That was the omega in her, wasn’t it? The one that was taken by being on her knees in front of an alpha that only had eyes for her at that moment, one whose scent enveloped her in a way that made her tremble. His scent had become headier with arousal, she hadn’t even noticed before, but it was impossible not to now.

What was he waiting? Why wasn’t he saying anything? Lia squirmed, nervous and unsure, trying to make sense of the thoughts running through her mind though some of them didn’t really seem to be hers. They were flashes of instinct, the omega inside of her unfurling because of the situation she found herself in.

Finally, Izuku took pity on her. Or maybe he had worked her up to the place he wanted her to be. One of his hands cupped the back of her head, applying pressure so she leaned forward, mouth opening tentatively as the distance became smaller. His grip on her hair stopped her just shy of pressing her lips against what she thought would be a very soft skin. Lia swallowed, not really keen on breaking the silence that enveloped them like a blanket. It flitted across her skin and left her feeling wired and aching, it was a strange kind of adrenaline that had the brunette huffing out a breath wondering just what he had planned for her.

Her heart hammered on her throat, eyes closing as she tried to get her breathing to fall back to the regular rise and fall of her chest. The waiting was killing her, literally leaving her breathless and squirming and Lia still didn’t know what the alpha wanted and it was too damn frustrating. His fingers wrapped around her throat. Her eyes shot to look at him, and it was… her lack of breath had nothing to do with the hand splayed on her neck. The green of his eyes was dark, pupils swallowing up his iris, under that gaze one would think that they were the most desired being on the planet. She hadn’t doubted him before when he had told her he could get submission without paying for it, but the idea was burned to ashes just by that look. Anyone would have killed to be pinned by such a stare.

Her fingers curled on the fabric of his thighs, looser now that they were untied and pushed just bellow his hips, her breath puffed against his cock and she could see more precum glistening on the tip of it. How strange was it that in that moment she almost thought it pretty? What a silly concept. Lia still didn’t know if the arousal was for her or simply for the headiness of control over her.

Maybe she was no better than the sluts someone claimed omegas to be when faced with a dick so close to her face, maybe all she needed was an alpha looking at her for more than a second and she was weak. Or maybe, just maybe, it was her own reaction to him. To Izuku.

“Tongue.” His voice was pure sin. Low and growly and her thighs pressed together in answer as though he had said it between her legs instead of above her. Would his sounds of pleasure be voiced in that same tone? Oh, she really hoped they would.

Lia stuck her tongue out, amazed when he finally pressed his length to the small muscle. The skin of him was saltier than the taste she had of his precum, but as he rubbed the head of his cock firmer against her tongue she felt the taste of it again. A soft hum from her, eyes half lidded but still looking up at him, watching as the corners of his eyes crinkled just so when she gave a tentative lick. She did again and was rewarded with a soft groan, his hand giving so she’d be allowed to move as she wished.

The brunette still didn’t move her hands, kept with fingers curled on his pants, even as she leaned further into him, tongue running down the vein on the underside of him. He was velvety and warm, the taste wasn’t unpleasant, and his heavy breathing made her conscious of her own. The two of them stayed like that for a while, green eyes settled on her frame as she explored the length of him with varying strokes of her tongue.

It was slow, it was bewitching, she had to break it.

Her cheek pressed against his thigh, aqua eyes looking up at him “You said you were going to make me cry. I don’t see how this will achieve that.” Was that her voice? It was as breathy as his had been a couple of minutes prior, an octave lower than her normal tone.

His laughter was as unexpected as the hand that cupped her free cheek, Lia looked up at him dumbfounded, not really understanding what was so funny about what she had said. “You’re a brat.”

Heat filled her cheeks at his words, face pressing against his thigh as she groaned “Shut up.”

“I’ve been going slow because this is your first time taking a cock inside of your mouth, just because I’m not immediately jumping to have those pretty lips wrapped around me doesn’t mean I won’t get to my end goal just the same.” Okay, yeah, that kind of made sense and made more embarrassment flush deep inside of her. She shouldn’t have said anything, should she? His fingers tugged at her hair, bringing her attention back to him, letting him lead her head from his thigh back to his cock. “But I’ll bite this time.”

The blunt head of him pressed against the seam of her lips and she opened without qualms, letting him thrust the length into her mouth with another one of those groans that made her thighs press together. His hand weaved itself into her hair, tugging at the scalp as he guided her up and down his cock. Lia pressed her tongue against the underside of him and was rewarded with a breath that sounded more like a moan, so she knew she had done well. With every tug of her hair, her mouth went farther down, though he was still only letting half of it slip inside of her mouth.

She discovered why when she forced herself to take him further than he was pushing her, cock slipping into her throat and making her shudder and gag. The panic was immediate, and his look as Izuku allowed her to pull away from him was the visual of ‘I told you so’. Lia squirmed under the gaze, upset with herself for pushing but at the same time upset at herself for not being able to take it. A determined breath was given before the brunette was returning to his cock, taking him into her mouth again.

“Relax your throat.” His thumb rubbed against her jaw and she looked at him before closing her eyes with a hum. And oh! Did he just twitch against her tongue? Did that mean that humming against him felt good? Maybe it was the vibrations… Taking his previous advice, his newest and poor sheer stubbornness, Lia pressed on, taking more and more of him until her lips were pressed against his navel.

It was an accomplishment that was uncomfortable, and she had to pull back up straight away because her throat constricted around him so much she was afraid she would forget how to breathe. She would probably have chocked if she didn’t pull away straight away. Still, she looked up at Izuku with triumph in her eyes and lips shiny from her own saliva.

His thumb rubbed the wetness down to her chin “Such a good girl.” Oh, oh. The praise traveled down her spine and to her core, making it clench around nothing, making her feel empty and pent up. “I wasn’t going to make you deepthroat me yet, but you did it all on yourself.” Was that whine her? By the way his eyes sparkled, yeah, it had been. Izuku straightened his posture so he wasn’t leaning against the table anymore, and Lia did have to raise on her knees so she was still eye level with his length. “So you’re going to let me cum down your throat too, won’t you, kitten?”

“Yes.” She breathed.

“Yes, what?”

A beat of hesitation “Yes, master.”

“Very good.” She didn’t have time to deal with his praise before he was pushing into her parted mouth again, and this time? He let go of all pretenses of keeping himself in control, the grip on her hair sent tingles down her spine, his pace wasn’t punishing, but it wasn’t soft either.

She gagged and choked more than a couple of times, forgot to breathe through her nose, forgot to relax her throat. He slowed down then, but it soon picked pace once more when she calmed down. Her jaw was starting to ache from being open without reprieve, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes from the times she had gagged on his cock. And yet, she found herself enjoying having him take control of her, enjoyed being used for his pleasure in a sick sort of way. His praise was still ringing on her ears and her core felt empty and neglected and how bad would it be if she snuck a hand under her skirts to touch her aching clit?

Lia didn’t even get to try. With one last groan, he pushed her head as further down as it could go, buried himself in her mouth, down her throat. She chocked as the first spurts of cum shot, panic welling inside of her and tears streaming down her face. She was dizzy by the time he pulled away, coughing up spit and cum into her hand with cheeks red and shiny from tears.

When she finally stopped coughing, Lia looked up at Izuku only to find him already tucked back into his pants, clothes as straight as if nothing had happened. There was a tell tale flush to his cheeks, and his eyes were still dark and lustful, but no one would have said he had just finished orgasming. “And that’s why you have to breathe through your nose.” He ran his fingers through her hair, soothing her bruised ego with his touch and then his words. “You were a very good girl letting me use your mouth like that.”

He didn’t miss the way her thighs rubbed together, green eyes following the movement before his hand moved under her skirts, pressed against the thin shift, felt her heat through the flimsy material. Lia had the thought of his fingers doing what hers usually did when she brought herself over the edge, but all he did was give a pleased hum at her state before withdrawing.

She must have been staring incredulous at him, because Izuku let out a laugh “Next time you think about being a brat, remember that ache between your legs, kitten.” He tapped her nose before making his way to the door. “I hope you have a pleasant evening.” And with that he was gone and Lia was left alone and frustrated, aching and unfulfilled.

Her legs were gathered against her chest, arms coming to wrap around them, allowing the brunette to crawl into a ball and press her face into her knees. Eventually she would have to leave to go to her own room, but for now she just wanted wallow in a bit of self misery fueled by sexual frustration.

Crown prince Izuku knew the secret she and her friends carried, and she had just given him her submission as payment for secrecy. She didn’t regret it, but she also wasn’t pleased with herself over having been so careless as to have allowed for him to follow the crumbs right back to her.

It didn’t matter. What was done was done, and all she had to do was continue on the path she had been and hope to get enough information to form a plan against the League. She’d find them, enact her revenge and then… Lia didn’t know. But that was for another introspection.

Raising, she once more taped the shadow of the lantern, using her quirk to turn it off before leaving the small room quietly. It was much later, after she had washed the taste of semen and him out of her lips and the evidence of her unfulfilled arousal that she would have a very cathartic thought.

If the League wasn’t her death, Izuku Midoriya might very well be it.

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What's your worst fear?

Chapter 3 - Confront

Summary: Izuku gets hit by quirk which reveals his worst fear – losing Katsuki. Katsuki doesn’t know how to deal with it, confused by his own feelings for the nerd and scared to confront him. Katsuki's avoidance makes Izuku worry his worst fear is coming true - he scared Katsuki away.

Fandom: My Hero Academia / Boku no hero academia

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Uraraka Ochako, Bakusquad

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku

Word Count: 5,000

Rating: General / Teen

AO3-Link

Notes: Takes place after current events / post-graduation / Izuku and Katsuki are hero partners

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3

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Katsuki had ended up in of the agency’s lounges, with some beds and couches and a TV on the wall. He had never used them before, because he would always go straight home after his shifts, longing for his own couch or bed.

Or Izuku’s, if he was being honest. He spent half of his free time at the nerd’s and vice versa.

Katsuki sighed, rubbing his eyes.

He didn’t seem to be able to not think about Izuku for just a few fucking minutes.

There was a knock on the door and before Katsuki could answer, he saw Round face sticking her head into the room.

“Can I come in?”, she asked.

Katsuki sat up, just shrugging for an answer. He wasn’t in the mood to talk to her, to anyone actually, but he needed the distraction.

Uraraka closed the door and walked up to Katsuki, sitting down on a chair, across from him.

“So”, she said after a few moments of silence, “I heard you nearly burnt down one of the trailing halls.”

He shrugged again, suddenly at a loss of words.

“I figured, you must be physically and mentally drained and wanted to check on you.”

He clicked his tongue, looking away from her.

“I’m fine”, he answered.

“I wish I could say, I’m glad to hear that but I can’t. Cause I don’t believe you”, she said, calm and collected.

Katsuki grunted. “What do you want me to say then?”, he looked at her, frowning.

“The truth”, she said simply, “Or that you don’t want to talk about it but don’t lie to me like that. I’m just worried about you!”

He gritted his teeth.

He didn’t need anyone to worry about him! He didn’t need all that questions! He didn’t need his friends constantly texting him if he was alright! Especially when it was Izuku who was still in the hospital, not being released until-

Then it hit him.

He hadn’t answered to Izuku’s text. He hadn’t asked him why his concussion wasn’t wearing off. He knew nothing about what had happened since he had left the hospital in the middle of the night or rather, early in the morning.

“Have you heard from him?”, he asked, ignoring her statement.

At that she sighed deeply, lowering her head. “No. What about you?”

Katsuki closed his eyes. “I haven’t talked to him since before our meeting.”

They were silent for a moment, the only sound coming from the offices around them and some people chatting in the hallways.

“Did you two have a fight?”

Katsuki looked at her, studying her sincere face. She was really only trying to lend him an ear.

He cleared his throat.

“No”, he eventually said, “I just… walked out of him after he woke up, needing some space.”

“Because of his breakdown?”

He shrugged. “Rather after finding out what had caused it in the first place.”

“Which was…?”, she asked carefully. When he didn’t respond, she added: “I don’t want to be nosey and I respect your decision to honor Deku-kun’s privacy, I really do. But I’m just saying, you’re in there too, Bakugou and you also have a right to get things off your chest. Maybe not to me if you’re not comfortable but, like, you know, maybe to someone else.”

Katsuki let out a long deep breath.

“Yeah maybe”, he said, not looking at her, feeling way too flustered at his vulnerable state right now, “But I have to make sense of it by myself first.”

Katsuki didn’t know Izuku’s true feelings behind all of this but he knew that for him, it all went back to his… his… his love for the nerd and he just couldn’t discuss this right now with anyone. His friends kind of knew about his feelings for Izuku but he never openly talked to them about it, so springing it onto them now would just cause more racket than he could handle without exploding something.

Uraraka nodded, standing up from her chair. She placed one hand on his shoulder, offering him a comforting smile. “You’ll figure it out, the two of you. You always do.”

Something in the way her eyes pierced through him, something about the sheer confidence in her voice caught him off guard.

“Does he talk to you about me?”

She hadn’t expected that, he could tell.

“Well, of course”, she didn’t meet his eyes anymore, walking backwards to the doors, “You’re together all the time, there’s no story without you in it anymore.”

That wasn’t what he had meant and he knew that she knew that. But she didn’t let anything slip out, probably for the same reason he kept his mouth shut – to respect Izuku’s privacy.

“See you around”, she said, opening the door, “If you need anything, just reach out. Everyone cares for you and would be-“

“I get it”, he cut her off, lifting his hand, “Thanks, Round face.”

She chuckled at that. “Thought you’d call me by my name from now on, as you did in the battlefield.”

Katsuki huffed at that, rolling his eyes. “I just couldn’t remember your Hero name”, he said, putting on a little smirk to let her know he was joking.

She grinned back, waving before leaving the room.

Katsuki sighed as silence wrapped itself around him, reaching for his phone to make a phone call.

~~~

Izuku wasn’t able to stay focused enough to listen to his mother, who was visiting him to eat dinner with him. Which made him feel guilty, since she had a rough day at work, he could tell, but she still made time for him, so he should at least listen to her!

But Katsuki still hadn’t answered or had reached out to him whatsoever and Izuku was just freaked out.

Had he finally chased him away? Did he make him feel so uncomfortable that Katsuki didn’t want to have anything to do with him? Was Izuku too much for Katsuki, was he finally fed up? Maybe being the person Izuku was most afraid of losing wasn’t something he wanted to be and-

“Izuku?”

“Hmm?”, he looked at his mom, “I’m sorry, what? I got distracted.”

“It’s okay”, she said, “What were you thinking about?”

Izuku felt himself grow anxious. “Nothing”, he said.

His mother smiled at him but looked worried nonetheless.

“Well, I’m glad you decided to meet up with a therapist and I’m also happy the doctors found out your headache is a normal side effect of this villain’s quirk and that it will wear off soon.”

“Yeah”, Izuku whispered, taking a bite of his meal.

The villain hadn’t been very cooperative about the information regarding his quirk. But the police apparently had offered him some kind of deal and he had told them everything about how they had planned this massive attack and also gave some information about his quirk away.

How it worked – by touch or through eye contact. How long it was normally active – around 3 hours. How headache and nausea were common side effects, mostly due to the enormous stress of a having a panic attack for several hours straight. And that he knew of two people who had killed themselves while having those traumatic responses.

Izuku clenched his fists at that thought.

This was truly one of the most powerful quirks one could think of. It was offensive since a person in that state wasn’t able to fight anymore but it was also perfect for obtaining information.

And for wrecking relationships, he thought bitterly.

~~~

Katsuki was at his apartment, eating the food he had made for himself, but he couldn’t enjoy it.

His mind was still stuck on his conversation with Round face and how defensive she had acted when he asked her about Izuku and whether or not he talked about him.

Once again – it got him hoping.

But his hope made him feel restless at the same time. Because even if Izuku might have similar feeling for Katsuki – did that really mean they had a future?

Sure, Katsuki wanted nothing more than that but they were partners, after all, dating would make everything so much more complicated. And even if they would get past that, there was still their past and how Katsuki didn’t deserve this ridiculous kindhearted person and how they triggered each other, constantly worrying about each other.

He sighed.

Katsuki felt lost, not knowing what to do.

But he knew that if he would tell his friends about it, they would tell him that he was just lying to himself and that he was just scared and wanted things to stay the way they were, because that’s how everything had worked out pretty damn fine for the last couple of years.

And they would be right.

But…

The sound of an incoming message interrupted his train of thoughts

His stomach dropped when he read Izuku’s name on the screen.

He swallowed hard. He hadn’t texted or called the nerd, too scared to confront him in any way.

He was such a jerk.

His fingers were trembling when he opened the message.

Hey Kacchan, Izuku had texted him, I was wondering how your day was? I heard you called my mom? You could’ve also called me.

Katsuki was hyper stressed out, suddenly it became hard so breathe.

The hoping, the circling thoughts, the hoping, the guilt, the fucking hoping! Everything had tired him out and facing Izuku right now was one of the hardest things he could think of.

I didn’t want to wake you in case you were sleeping, he texted back, not lying but not telling the whole truth of him being terrified either, My day was okayish. Glad your headache is just a normal shitty side effect.

Okayish – again, something Katsuki didn’t want to lie about, so he didn’t. He just wouldn’t tell him the whole truth about smoking up the training hall, almost passing out and all that stuff.

Thanks, me too, Izuku replied, ‘Okayish” doesn’t sound too good. Are you resting properly? And you wouldn’t have woken me up and even if, I wouldn’t have cared.

Katsuki closed his eyes, feeling even worse. Izuku was in the damn hospital, recovering from a trauma-quirk-attack, probably nervous about the therapy session tomorrow Inko had told him about and Katsuki avoided him at all cost. Even calling Inko, listening to her teary voice explaining how Izuku was getting better and that even though it was only a rather slow improvement that it was perfectly normal, considering the quirk at work and how he had finally decided to give therapy a shot – something Katsuki would only believe after Izuku had actually attended it.

Katsuki had felt a thousand pounds lighter. And yet, he didn’t tell Izuku how relieved he was, sincerely asking him about his wellbeing, still running away from him.

He was the worst.

He heard another message coming in.

I would’ve liked it, actually.

Katsuki blinked a few times. Did he just-

I would’ve liked to hear your voice, tbh.

Katsuki whole stomach was on fire. He could just stare at the message.

The hoping, the hoping, the hoping, the…

Guilt.

Katsuki clicked his tongue, tightening his grip around the phone, almost breaking it.

He was letting Izuku do all the work, he was aware of that. But meeting Izuku half way was just so fucking scary, Katsuki was already shaking just from the thought of it.

The sudden ringing of his phone startled Katsuki, making him jump to his feet. Should he just answer the nerd? What should he say and-

And then Katsuki saw the name on the screen.

“What is it?”, he answered, after taking in a few breaths to calm himself down.

“Hey!”, Kirishima exclaimed, “How are you, man? We’re all hanging out at Sero’s place, wanna swing by?”

Katsuki knew he had to deal with Izuku, had to deal with what the nerd had just texted him, how he felt about him and most importantly how Katsuki ended up to be the major object of his worst fear but – Katsuki really needed the company, maybe even some advice if he felt like it. But only if he felt like it.

“Bakugou?”

“Don’t ask me questions about the nerd, alright?”

“Gotcha!”, Kirishima said, sounding excited but earnest at the same time.

“I’ll be there in ten.”

~~~

“I’ll head home now, if that’s alright with you”, Izuku’s mother said, patting his hand.

She had stayed for a few hours, chatting with him whenever he was present enough to do so.

“Yeah sure, thanks mom, for visiting me!”, he leaned forward to hug her.

“Don’t thank me for that”, she smiled at him after he pulled back, “But let me ask you something: Is there something else going on besides the side effect of the quirk?”

Izuku had a hard time meeting her eyes because he didn’t want to lie to her. But he didn’t feel like opening up either.

He was scared of the therapy session. He really regretted agreeing to it. And he still felt embarrassed about his acting out and how it played all over the media.

But most of all…

“I miss Kacchan”, he whispered, “And I’m worried I’ve upset him with my breakdown.”

“Oh dear”, his mother brought her hand to his cheek, “I told you already, Katsuki-kun called me today, asking about you. And he didn’t sound upset at all. He seemed rather like he missed you too.”

Izuku swallowed hard, hating how that increased his headache.

“Then why didn’t he visit today?”

Inko let out a long deep breath. “I don’t know, Izuku. Maybe you ask him?”

Izuku shrugged and nodded at the same time, not wanting to admit that he already told Katsuki that he missed his voice, mustering all his courage for that one and that now, Katsuki wasn’t texting him back again.

Izuku felt miserable.

“Maybe I’ll try that, thanks”, he forced a smile, “But now get some rest, mom.”

She placed a kiss on top of his head and made him promise to call when he needed her.

As soon as she left the room, Izuku felt like he was about to crack. Just cracking open, letting everything out, every shaky breath, every stinging tear, every scream.

But then he reminded himself that he was at the hospital and he couldn’t disturb the other patients and the medical staff like that. He had to behave like a Hero, even now.

Only if he would feel like one, instead of that pathetic version of himself.

Katsuki didn’t reach out to him all day and now he wasn’t answering his texts and Izuku felt embarrassed out of his mind for sending that text and there was no use in deleting it because Katsuki had already seen it! And went offline the next second!

Izuku grunted in his hands, tossing in his bed.

He didn’t remember when he had felt this anxious in the last couple of months. Well, besides the quirk-attack probably but he didn’t remember that one, so…

Izuku had kept his feelings for Katsuki hidden, all those years. Also from himself for a significant amount of time, but there was no use of denying it anymore. At least not towards himself and not to his friends, who had suspected it for years by now.

But Katsuki was another story. Izuku didn’t want to ruin things between him and the blond. He was his childhood friend, his rival, his partner and they had gone through hell to reach the point they were at now.

Izuku didn’t want to risk it.

So why had he written this message?!

Oh my god, he thought, his breath speeding up, I messed up. I lost him. For good this time.

~~~

Katsuki hadn’t expected his friends to really not ask him about Izuku but strangely enough they pulled themselves together.

Either because they didn’t want to be blown up into pieces or they saw just how gutted Katsuki felt and that he was in no state to just chat about it.

He had told them, how Izuku was doing of course, keeping them up to date. Izuku was their friend too after all and they were worried sick for him.

They had played some card game with the most ridiculous rules Kaminari for sure had just made up and now they were just kind of hanging out, now and then someone said something, showing something on their phone while music was playing in the background.

It turned out to be Katsuki’s worst nightmare, because now he had time to think again and was low key panicking what he should answer the nerd. He had left him on read for too long already, but his stomach was hurting way too bad to come up with anything.

“Yo, Blasty.”

Katsuki snapped out of his thoughts and looked over to where Pinky was sitting. They had all squeezed onto Sero’s couch.

“Hmm?”, Katsuki lifted his chin, signaling her to go on.

“You’re mumbling.”

Shit.

Holy shit!

“For fuck’s sake”, he growled, rolling his eyes, “The nerdiness is contagious.”

The others chuckled at that.

“Don’t worry”, Kaminari said, “You’ve always been kind of a nerd.”

Katsuki scuffed. Just thinking about his All Might Action Card was enough to shut his denials down.

“So…”, Kirishima started with a way too sincere look on his face, “You were mumbling something about Midoriya?”

Katsuki clicked his tongue and looked away from them, feeling embarrassed and worried that his face might flush.

It wasn’t like he didn’t trust these guys, even if he wouldn’t admit it to them but he just didn’t know where to start in all of this mess.

“I mean, you love him, right?”

“What?”, Katsuki swirled his head to look at Mina who had asked the question.

Now he was definitely blushing.

“Don’t sweat”, Sero said, standing up from the couch to charge his phone, “We know.”

Katsuki grumbled at that, rubbing his eyes.

What a shitshow.

“Well, thanks for letting me know”, Katsuki said after a while.

They all gave him a crooked smile and it somehow warmed Katsuki up from the inside out.

“Okay”, he let out a deep breath, “Then I guess, I can just dive right in.”

How they were looking at him, expecting looks on their faces, eyes wide like their eyeballs were about to pop out. He would have laughed at their dumb faces if he hadn’t been so stressed out.

“He…”, Katsuki shrugged, “He kind of sends me signals and, I guess, I don’t know how to deal with that.”

A long silence followed after that.

Katsuki felt himself grow irritated immediately. They were just dumbfoundedly staring at him.

“What?!”, he said between gritted teeth.

“Like”, Kaminari said, “Like, you mean, he’s been sending you signals for ages now, right?”

Katsuki frowned. “No, I mean, since the attack, he-“

Their eyes went even bigger.

“Shit, bro”, Kaminari looked at him as if he was almost pitying him, “Where did you have your eyes all these years? I thought only on Midoriya but somehow you didn’t see him at all, did you?”

Katsuki swallowed hard.

The hoping, oh, that fucking hoping.

“Like what?”, he asked.

He needed to know. He needed to know what he had forbid himself to see all this time.

“Pff”, Kaminari shook his head, “Freaking everything!”

The others nodded eagerly.

“Like, come on now”, Sero said, “just looking at the first and second year of UA and how he acted out, only when it was about you. His reaction to you getting kidnapped… man, I swear”, Sero shook his head, “We were far off from where you guys were but Midoriya’s scream and howling frightened the living shit out of me.”

Again, agreeing nods.

Katsuki’s stomach twisted.

You’ll leave a corpse behind, Shigaraki’s words echoed in Katsuki’s head from their second battle, I’m sure it’ll make for a lovely present. Judging by how enraged he became when I skewered you last time.

Katsuki had made himself believe that Izuku would have reacted in all those situations for anybody in the exact same way. That it hadn’t been about him at all.

This got him hoping once again, but it nagged at him too. He didn’t want Izuku to feel all of that negative stuff because of him.

“And”, Pinky went on, “just everything about his mannerism around you, how he beams and all that stuff you would call sappy and I guess, that’s fine. It’s not like you’re being so much more subtle.”

Katsuki felt like cold water had been splashed into his face.

“Hmm?”, he meant to sound challenging but it was just a husky sound.

“You let him get away with just everything, Bakugou”, Kirishima laughed, “And I don’t mean calling you Kacchan, which is cute though!”

Katsuki rolled his eyes.

“But I mean, like everything from getting you to cook for him every other day to getting you to act more polite. I mean, you’re like…”, he shrugged, at a loss of words.

“Basically, like an old married couple”, Kaminari concluded and Kirishima gave him a thumbs up.

The hoping. The feeling crawled in every cell of Katsuki’s body, making him feel giddy.

So there was a reason to hope. But there was also a reason for his guilt.

“And yes, Midoriya always went out for you”, Sero added, as if reading Katsuki’s mind, “but you did the same, you took very good care of his safety back in school and now too, even of his eating and sleeping habits. I know you two have history und you can’t let go of it for some reason when Midoriya already did. Just don’t take that opportunity away from you, man. Just don’t.”

Katsuki clenched his fists.

“He’d find someone else. Someone nicer.”

At least five people among their colleagues and former classmates came instantly to his mind that adored the greenhead and have wanted to get into his pants forever. People who wouldn’t snarl at interviewers or the PR-mangers at the agency. Who would fucking answer his damn texts.

“But he doesn’t want to!”, Mina let out a frustrated growl, “I mean, sure, I can’t speak on his behalf but don’t you take that decision away from him!”

Katsuki closed his eyes.

Mina was right. Letting Izuku have a say in all of this before Katsuki just decided to turn his back on their… their relationship – in what sense ever – was the absolute least. It was the base line, to be precise.

His heart was hammering in his chest, he realized. It almost hurt.

“Scared as shit, guys, I swear, I’m not built for this”, he admitted after a long moment of silence.

“Yeah, you are, built for it, that is.”, Sero disagreed, “You just don’t have a lot of practice.”

Katsuki nodded at that. Couldn’t fight with that.

He opened his mouth to say something, yet another doubt, another counterargument, another fear he wished they would reason away, but before he could make a single sound, his phone started ringing.

Katsuki reached out for it, scared of seeing Izuku’s name on the screen but when he recognized the hospital’s number, he felt more than just scared.

“Bakugou?”, Kaminari had placed his hand on his shoulder, “Are you alright?”

“Don’t know”, he whispered, pressing the green button, “Hello?”

He felt nauseous, scared of bad news about Izuku, some complications or shit like hat.

“Good evening, Bakugou-san”, a soft voice spoke from the phone and even before the person introduced herself, Katsuki recognized her as Izuku’s doctor.

“Is something wrong with him?”, he couldn’t help to interrupt her.

His friends were staring at him, worry on their faces and Kaminari even strengthened his grip on Katsuki’s shoulder.

The doctor sighed and Katsuki’s heart ached.

“He’s not getting his full rest, to be honest, and that’s the one thing he needs right now.”

“Is he”, Katsuki felt his face turn grim, “wandering off or something like that?”

He would kill the nerd. He would straight up knock him out if that was the only way of getting this stubborn-

“No, that’s not the problem. Well, rather, it’s emotional drain that’s slowing his recovery down.”

Katsuki felt his mouth growing dry. “What drain exactly?”

You coward, he told himself, You damn well know which fucking drain!

“Well, his monitoring results suggest that he is in a chronic state of stress, he sure seems anxious. Bakugou-san”, her voice turned determined, “I don’t want to cross a line here and I don’t know what happened between you and Midoriya-san but I think that seeing you would change his state for sure.”

Katsuki’s heart missed a beat.

“I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Great. I’ll let the guard know to let you through. It’s already past visiting hours.”

Bakugou huffed. “Thanks, doc.”

“Of course. Be safe.”

Katsuki hung up and looked at the others.

“Is he okay?”, Sero asked.

“Say he’s okay, please”, Kaminari brought his hands to his face, “I just can’t with him, why is he always getting in so much trouble.”

Katsuki grumbled at that. “Cause he’s on top of the game, that’s why. Gets the heaviest opponents, and shitty villains target him the most.”

He knew that the same applied to him. But not in the exact same way, he was still a few steps behind the greenhead, maybe he always would be. But instead of being infuriated as before, Katsuki felt motivated. Frustrated at times, maybe, but motivated nonetheless.

“Spit it out, you’re scaring me!”, Mina urged it.

Oh, shit.

“He’s not feeling so good right now”, he tried to avoid details, “But all in all he’s okay, on the way to recovery, don’t worry, just as I told you earlier.”

They all loosened up, sighing in relief.

“But I’ll get going”, Katsuki stood up from the couch, “Gotta meet him halfway, right?”

He smirked at their smiley faces and stary eyes.

“Get your man!”, Kirishima grinned at him.

Yeah. He would.

~~~

Izuku focused on his breathing but it didn��t help.

His stomach ached, his chest felt tight, his arms and legs were tingling and his breathing just wouldn’t calm down.

And the tears. Those annoying tears that wouldn’t stop escaping the corner of his eyes.

Everything just hurt.

He would end up having to deal with questions about his breakdown for months, every interview would be just about how he had thrown himself on Katsuki and he couldn’t bare it, not if this incident had made Katsuki distance himself from Izuku.

A sob escaped his mouth and the backlash just made Izuku’s head feel like bursting open.

He just wanted to sleep, was that too much to ask for?

He also wanted Katsuki right by his side, his hand in his own but he knew that that would be too much to ask, so he didn’t even dare think of it, but sleep?

Why wasn’t he allowed to sleep?

Izuku sniffled, wiping his tears away although new ones were already dripping from his lashes.

When he heard a sound from the door, he turned his face more into the pillow, so the nurse wouldn’t have to deal with that wretched sight of him.

But the person approaching just stopped right before Izuku’s bed, not doing or saying anything.

After a few seconds, Izuku dared to take a glance and was struck.

“Ka-Kacchan?”, he stuttered.

Maybe he was hallucinating.

While he considered the chances of this being just an illusion, he registered Katsuki’s shiny eyes.

“Kacchan”, Izuku sat up in alarm, “Are you crying?”

“Tch”, Katsuki sniffled, shaking his head in disbelief, “You’re one to talk, nerd.”

Izuku huffed, wiping his eyes once again.

A few seconds of silence went by. The air was tense.

Izuku’s heart was making funny things. Beating fast at the sight of Katsuki but throbbing painfully at the memory of his breakdown and Katsuki’s reaction to it or rather his lack of reaction.

“Just fucking hate seeing you like this”, Katsuki broke the silence and stepped closer, moving the chair up to the head of Izuku’s bed, so he could sit directly next to Izuku, face to face.

Izuku could just stare at Katsuki while he moved, sat down and then – Izuku’s breath hitched – leaned forwards, placing a hand on Izuku’s cheek.

“I’m sorry I’m late”, Katsuki whispered and a shiver run down Izuku’s spine.

Izuku closed his eyes, squeezing fresh tears out of his eyes.

“Mean, Kacchan”, he said, “Letting me wait like that, I thought you were done with me.”

That’s when Katsuki leaned his forehead against Izuku’s, their noses almost touching.

“I’m so sorry. I fucked up”, his voice broke, “I will never be done with you, I never could. I’m sorry to make you think that.”

Izuku couldn’t believe this was happening.

Katsuki was so close!

Sure, they still needed to talk about all of this and what it meant but as long as Katsuki was this close, reassuring him not to leave him, he would be fine.

“Make it up to me, then”, Izuku managed to smile.

“Gotcha”, Katsuki promised, making it sound like an oath.

#bkdk #bkdk fanfic #bakudeku #bakugou x deku #katsuki x izuku #katsuizu #katsudeku #decchan #bnha #bnha fanfiction #bkdk angst #bakusquad

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She smiled at him, and for a second Katsuki stopped breathing.

Deku was smiling at him, a beautiful and bright smile as always.

Thanks for coming, Kacchan. That’s what he got from that smile.

Yeah, fuck the what ifs. As long as Izuku could smile like that, any outcome was fine.

He really wasn’t one for smiles, he was more of a smirk person, but there was no way that he couldn't smile back at that moment.

Be happy, Deku.

He hoped that the message in the form of a smile had reached her.

...

Or, a story where Katsuki regrets his words and eventually thinks "What if".

(Todoroki X Fem!Deku) (Oneside BakuDeku)

P.S: I also posted this story at Ao3 and Fanfiction.net under the name "Mistsukis2".

Link AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50685394

Link Fanfiction,net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14286829/1/Beyond-The-What-Ifs

She was beautiful.

Truly beautiful.

The long white dress made her look ethereal.

Her long curly green locks were tied in a bun.

Green eyes, those kind viridescent eyes were shining in a way he never saw before as she kept looking ahead of her.

Freckled cheeks were tainted pink.

And the smile, a smile full of love never faltered.

But those weren’t his. All the love that was emanating from Midoriya Izuku wasn't his.

“Izuku.” Soft. Todoroki’s voice was soft, the tone of voice that he only used to call the green haired woman’s name. Mismatched eyes were staring at her as if she was the sun, admiring every detail and burning them in his mind and heart.

Todoroki extended his hand.

“Shouchan.” Loving. Izuku’s voice was dripping with happiness as she said the man’s nickname, a name that only she was allowed to use, because it was special for them.

"Be happy you two." All Might, the retired hero and Izuku's mentor, was the one walking her down the aisle, just like a father, and sending her away to Todoroki.

Midoriya smaller hand grabbed Todoroki’s.

They smiled at each other, as the half red and half white haired man helped Izuku climb the last steps to be beside him.

Deku’s smile was really bright.

Katsuki couldn't help but wonder from the chair where he was sitting…what if…

…

Back in their second year in U.A, just a few weeks after the war ended, when only he and Deku were lying in that private hospital room…a simple sentence could have changed everything.

“Kacchan, I love you.” Deku confessed that day.

He remembers his heart, the one that Edgeshot patched using his own life, going crazy. His heartbeat had skyrocketed and mind went blank with only three fucking words.

They were quiet for a second, green eyes staring at red ones, waiting patiently for a reaction and maybe an answer.

“I… ”

Maybe he panicked, or maybe he just wasn’t ready to confront his own feelings, but anyway, he said it, and never corrected them.

“...don’t love you.”

He said it so low that he wasn’t sure if the girl heard him, but when a forced smile, one that never suited Deku, appeared on her lip, and a stray tear rolled down her face, Katsuki knew that his answer was heard loud and clear just as if he shouted it.

She laughed, like she was embarrassed, one hand playing with the ends of her hair.

“T-thank you for your sincerity, Kacchan.”

He wasn’t sincere at all.

“I…I just wanted to…say it out loud and make sure that I…” She paused, trying to find the right words to express herself. “...when I saw you…down during the war I thought it was the end, that I would never be able to say these words. So…since I got another chance, I decided to live without regrets, it doesn’t matter if it hurts or not, I just wanted to tell you.”

He was a coward, and would live regretting.

“I hope that…we can still be…friends, Kacchan.”

“Yeah…sure.”

…

Now that he thinks about those days, now that he is older and wiser, Katsuki thinks that it wasn’t panic or confused feelings. His idiotic 17 year old self was still too prideful and stupid to admit that he had feelings for his childhood friend, turned bully victim, turned rival, turned friend again.

For his prideful and stupid 17 year old self, loving someone, loving Deku was unacceptable, because…when he got so weak to fall for…Deku?

Yeah, he was really an idiot. Even after all his big speech to bring Deku back to U.A, a small part of him was still hung up on the past. He needed a little bit more time to get used to this and accept it.

But Deku confessed, he turned her down, and time passed by without him correcting his words.

And then…she moved on, because she didn’t have regrets. And Katsuki? He didn’t, because he had one.

Todoroki was beside Izuku back then. He collected every piece of Izuku’s broken heart, and put them together again. Her heart had a new scar, but Todoroki wasn’t someone who cared about them.

Some scars fade within time, heart scars fade when someone cares for them. Todoroki had enough love to heal it, and was never afraid to show his affections toward Deku.

That’s why he is the one up there. Katsuki thought bitterly. Don’t get him wrong, he was happy for the couple, they were two of his close friends. He was just bitter and angry at himself.

What if.

Those words hurt.

They hurt because they open space for different paths.

They hurt because they open space for different outcomings.

They hurt because…

…

“I love you too.” He said, his lips curled up in a small smile.

Deku's smile was bright even though there were tears, happy tears, falling from her green eyes.

…

They hurt because they open space for different futures that you can imagine, but can’t have.

…

“Deku-channn…”

He rolled his eyes when Uraraka, who was sitting beside him, started crying during the vows, and grabbed his arm.

“Fuck off, Round Face!” He hissed, trying to release his arm from Uraraka’s death grip. When the hell she got so strong?

“But I am so happy for her and Todoroki-kun!” The brunette continued, not giving a shit about Katsuki glares at her.

“Yeah, whatever! Just tell her that later and fucking let my arm go!”

Never mind, Round Face wasn’t hearing his words at all, too busy crying over her best friend who was now a married woman.

Katsuki huffed and gave up, deciding that he should just watch the wedding of Deku and Half and Half unfold.

It wasn’t worth thinking about the ‘what ifs’ anymore, he was late. He should move on, just like Deku did.

The couple exchanged rings and kissed, people started shouting, whistling and clapping, Midoriya Inko was crying so hard that his own mother, Bakugou Mitsuki, and Shouto’s mother, Todoroki Rei had to go and calm down the older green haired woman.

Between trying to free his arm from a crying Uraraka and looking around the church, his red eyes caught Izuku’s green ones.

She smiled at him, and for a second Katsuki stopped breathing.

Deku was smiling at him, a beautiful and bright smile as always.

Thanks for coming, Kacchan. That’s what he got from that smile.

Yeah, fuck the what ifs. As long as Izuku could smile like that, any outcome was fine.

He really wasn’t one for smiles, he was more of a smirk person, but there was no way that he couldn't smile back at that moment.

Be happy, Deku.

He hoped that the message in the form of a smile had reached her.

#ao3 #angst #bakugou katsuki #drama #fanfic #bnha #boku no hero academia #fanfiction #friends #tododeku #shouto todoroki #izuku midoriya #female deku #my hero academia #romance

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booboo, how are you?

fav MHA character(s) and why? least favorite? who do you ship?

I gotta know

Working hard on all my projects! That's why it took me a few days to get to this. Apologies!

Now, on to your questions! If you were looking for short answers you asked the wrong person. Abandon all hope ye who enter here!

I’ll get to the shorter answers first:

“Who do you ship?”- Let me preface this by stating that I don't really care about ships, canon or otherwise. Like… at all. It takes a LOT to make me care about a romance in any story. Luckily, MHA is an action-shonen anime, so not a lot of that going on. However, I will try to put some more thought into this topic than I usually do.

If we’re talking confirmed canon ships (discounting married couples), the only two I can even think of are Midoriya/Ochako and Denki/Jiro. I’m sure there are others, but MHA is (thankfully) very light on romance, so those two seem to be the only ones that have actually been confirmed as canon. (Forgive me if I’m wrong; I literally had to Google “canon MHA ships”.) Midoriya/Ochako is cute, and I love their dynamic. I think they'd be a good/healthy couple, but they're perfectly fine just as friends. Denki/Jiro is also sort of cute, a little more on the “belligerent sexual tension” side, but there’s not nearly as much to work with. That may be because these two don’t get as much focus as characters, I don’t know. Overall, the students in this show are more mature than their peers, so they’ve had to be more thoughtful about their futures and life decisions. They’re also still just kids. Adolescent relationships almost never last irl, and in fiction they seem to be portrayed in a similarly shallow vein, so I see no point getting invested.

If we’re talking non-canon, it’s still not my thing. I kind of low-key ship All Might/Inko Midoriya, but ONLY if Hisaishi Midoriya was out of the picture (I HATE cheating, even in fiction). That’s probably about it. I steer clear of shipping wars, so I’m not going to get into any of the other non-canon ships. I don��t care enough to paint a target on myself.

The ships I really care about are the friendships. I'm way more into those, and found family! MHA is full of both, which is one of the many reasons I love it! (If you want to know who I “ship” in terms of “friendships” I’ll post a follow-up answer for that.)

“Least favorite characters?”- I’m going to qualify my answer by setting aside characters you’re meant to dislike/hate (i.e. the villains/the Hero Safety Commission). Of those left, Mineta might be the only character I actively dislike. I think his design is fun, and his quirk is offbeat, but his personality is mostly awful. If he was a villain, or just some random background person, he wouldn’t grate as much. But Mineta is supposed to be funny and sympathetic. I don't hate him, I just... That character type (95% pervert) has never appealed to me, no matter the series. I'm glad he's gotten a bit better in the last few arcs, but it's been too little, too late for me to really like him.

I also found Monoma irritating, but he’s gotten better.

Now onto my “long” answer. You have been warned!

“Fav MHA character(s)?”- I have to say, a big part of the reason I love most of the characters in this show is the translation/VA work, as well as the animation. This may be the best English VA cast for a show I’ve ever heard, and the translation is exceptional.

Aside from that, I love (or love to hate) pretty much all the main and side characters in the whole series. I think they all have something interesting to contribute to the story, even if they’re only in one scene. On the “villain” side, Twice is arguably my favorite, but I find all the main baddies compelling, and even some of the minor ones. On the “hero” side, the class 1-A kids have a special place in my heart, along with Mirio, Tamaki, All Might and Aizawa.

However, if I have to pick favorites, my top 3 are Midoriya, Todoroki and Kirishima; not necessarily in that order. And that’s only if I have to really whittle it down, because the top tier would be even larger otherwise. (I do love a good ensemble!) Since you asked my reasons for picking my favorite(s), and I’m trying hard not to write an essay, I shall break it down thusly:

TODOROKI

Cool quirk!

Fun to draw

Half-and-half hair

Has scar; I want to hug him

Hidden sweet side

Also sassy

Overall bishonen looks without being aware of it (or not caring)

Dual personality like his quirk: cool-headed warrior/socially awkward teen

Takes some things literally (with amusing results)

Curb-stomps multiple thugs at USJ like it's nothing

Snarks at said thugs about how they should be embarrassed

Loves his mum

Screw the rules, I’m doing what’s right!

Will throw hands if you hurt his friends

Terrible upbringing, still wants to be a hero like All Might

Every reason to be villain but is Good Boi

Tells it like it is

Also worries about others

Stoic boy becomes soft boy with friends

Will do what it takes to be his best, even if it means working with abusive dad

Willing to forgive those who have hurt him

Admits and overcomes his weaknesses

Never gives up!

KIRISHIMA

Cinnamon roll

Sunshine boi

Fun to draw

HIS EYES

Shark teeth

2 hairstyles, both cute!

Loyal

Sees the good in others (even Bakugo)

Worries about his friends

Not afraid to cry/be emotional

Positive manliness!

Devotion to chivalrous outlook is PRECIOUS

Works hard to improve

Protective quirk, protective heart

Super helpful

Overcoming insecurities to become a true hero!

Risks death to save lives

Always ready to help

Dad/son vibes with Fat Gum

Empathizes with others, even villains!

Consistently rises to the occasion

Knows others may have “flashier” quirks but still does his best

Looks terrifying in battle/is soft boi irl

Anyone that can put up with Bakugo as equals…

Keeps Lord Explosion Murder (somewhat) in line

Just overall seems like he gives excellent hugs

MIDORIYA

Cinnamon roll

Nerdy nerd nerd

Socially awkward

Freckles

Expressive eyes

Floof child

Mumbles to himself 24/7

Loves his mum

Fun to draw

Emotional without being annoying

Forgiving nature

Wants to be a hero to help others

Risked death as quirkless kid to save his bully

Always tries to do what’s right

Gains most powerful quirk and uses it for good

Seriously- every reason to be villain but is Good Boi

Willing to work harder than anyone to get where he is now

Lifelong outsider who helps others reevaluate their quirks’ potential

Bullied relentlessly and still didn’t give up hope for a better world

Dad/son relationship with All Might is GOLD

Big Brother vibes with Eri are made of diabetes

All his friendships… ALL OF THEM

Goes feral if you hurt his friends

Will go feral if you hurt total strangers

Smol boi, BIG PUNCH

Broken every bone in his body? Uses “Blackwhip Froppy Style”

Seriously, nothing stops this kid. I love him so much!

I hope this answers all your questions. I did try not to go overboard, but… eh.

#My Hero Academia #MHA #Boku no Hero Academia #BNHA #everything you never wanted to know #I make overlong post #Midoriya #Todoroki #Kirishima #Class 1A

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bicheetopuff · 2 years

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Lol that scene from DvK 1 u we’re talking about is because he lost for once in his life. That’s it. He wasn’t upset because he hurt Izuku, but because he lost. Why do you think he hasn’t been showed actually loosing since? Cos he’d be a bit cry baby bitch about it.

Alright. I’ve already explained this in the past which you can find here. This is my dissection on DvK1 and there’s links to the three other parts in order on each post.

Believe it or not, even though I love Bakugou, I’m pretty harsh on him in my dissection but I also try to put myself in his and Midoriyas shoes. I will say tho my analyzation skills have improved since writing that dissection but, I really don’t think I’d say anything differently.

However, I will say something that I didn’t say in my dissection.

There’s a visible break there. That glass didn’t shatter until he looked at Deku again and watched him collapse. This is the first time Katsuki has seen Izuku that badly injured. And him being that hurt was kinda sorta indirectly by Katsukis hand because he expected Deku to dodge but instead, he shattered one arm with his quirk and took an explosion to the other arm. This is actually really convenient timing too because you know what scene parallels this one?

Yup… Izuku didn’t break until he took a look at Katsuki again. Because just like in DvK 1, Izuku has never seen Katsuki that hurt. And, in Izuku’s eyes, Katsuki’s injuries are his fault. Because he wasn’t there to prevent them.

Katsukis panic in DvK 1 is the result of a lot a firsts.

-first time he formally lost something to Deku

- first full blown fight he’s had with Deku

-first training exercise in front of All Might

-first time he truly injured Deku in a confrontation

- first time seeing Deku collapse in pain

And here’s an honorable mention:

-first time he saw that there were people in his class that were better than him (Todoroki and Momo), and first time accepting that fact.

So yes I think it goes a lot deeper than just the fact that he lost cuz if that were the case, he would’ve acted in a similar manner in the sludge villain attack (which would’ve been reasonable).

Also… you think Katsuki hasn’t lost anything since DvK1? Really?

The entire first half the manga for Katsuki’s character is just loss after loss until DvK2 and even then, I think he considered that a loss as well.

You think he didn’t see how he won the sports festival as a loss? Specifically a loss to Deku because Todoroki didn’t give him the same effort he gave Deku?

What about when Izuku was finally able to use his power without breaking anything and was using Katsuki’s moves? You think he didn’t consider the fact that Izuku was surpassing him as a loss?

Izuku saving him again in the final exam when he didn’t have to? You think he didn’t consider that a loss?

What about when he got fucking kidnapped and saw Deku hurt extremely badly again? And saw that Deku was about to put himself in more danger, for his sake? You don’t consider that a loss?

How about the fact that the villains misinterpreted him and thought he was a villain too? When the main thing about him is how he wants to be top hero, you don’t think he considered that a loss? (Plus the fact that civilians thought the same thing that the villains were)

Kirishima spending a shit ton of money on a camera in order to try to save his ass? Being one of only two people in his class that didn’t get his provisional license? All Might having to retire after saving him?

He didn’t start to actually win anything on his own terms until after DvK2. And even then, there’s still a few.

Y’know, Deku almost getting OFA stolen and then leaving UA on his own after Katsuki told him not to win on his own?

Are we reading the same manga? Real question.

#bakudeku #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bkdk #ask puff #puff answer’s #please get out of my inbox unless you actually kinda know what you’re talking about #bnha spoilers

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grymmnox · 2 years

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dfo fic recs <3

said this was gonna be an owl house blog. i lied. whoops.. have some dad for one fic recs. all under the cut!

hero’s shadow - feelingstabby

teen and up, gen, creator chose not to use archive warnings

incomplete, 55/100 chapters, 481,829 words (yes, the author has stated that they are actually aiming for 100 chapters)

summary:

Izuku doesn’t cry. He is a weapon, and weapons don’t weep.

He won’t cry until the battle, when he’s falling through the air, when it settles in just how real it is that he’s going to die, because yeah, the doctor warned him this would happen, but there’s always been a part of Izuku that thought he’d live forever.

Just like his father told him.

Or, how a few heroes help Midoriya Izuku become something more than a lost vigilante.

yes, vigilante izuku with plenty of trauma. and dadzawa and dadmic. and mistakes made on several people’s parts, because they are all human. i love it..sm. as of writing this post, i’m on chapter 39, so over halfway through. however, i have a feeling something is coming up. we’ll see :)

Ill-Gotten Gains - ghostmaybite

mature, gen + m/m, archive warnings do not apply/creator chose not to use archive warnings

incomplete, 36/? chapters, 225,740 words

summary:

When his father and Tomura start planning the USJ attack, Izuku makes a plan of his own. It’s simple, only four steps:

1. Steal Eraserhead’s quirk 2. Use it to kill All for One 3. Give Erasure back, hopefully 4. Go to jail, probably

He’s prepared for the plan to fail at any time, but surprisingly, it’s not until step 4 that things fall through.

FANTASTIC dad for one fic. honestly amazing. i love it. so much. ALSO!! izuku has afo! as in the quirk! or a version of it! it is so...akjsndfhjgjhgnad!! it is FULL of angst! (and the stain arc is coming up...excited.) everyone is becoming a train. now that i’ve said something you won’t understand without context, you’ve gotta read the fic. go on. do it.

the face of the future, the blood in my veins - intheeveningsunrise

mature, gen, creator chose not to use archive warnings

complete, wip sequel/recovery fic. 27 chapters, 218,513 words

summary:

“My name is Midoriya Izuku,” he says in a hushed voice. “I’m from Musutafu. Born and raised here.”

Mikumo blinks at him. “That supposed to mean something?”

“I don’t know!” Izuku throws his palms up in surrender, huffing. “What else am I supposed to say?”

“Look, I don’t have time for this. Just tell me why you stole my face, so I can kill you.”

“Uh… this isn’t your face. This is my face. I was born with it.”

“You are so, so close to getting stabbed.”

or, Izuku runs into his twin at the USJ - and then proceeds to run into him seemingly everywhere he goes.

With every meeting, the two begin to uncover a deep web of lies that has been suffocating them both ever since they were children. All the while, Izuku tries desperately to pull Mikumo out of the grasp of their father - All For One.

ahahHAHA YES I LOVE THIS FIC...still have to finish it. i plan on doing it very soon. maybe even after posting this. we’ll see. it is AMAZING..and also adds mikumo into the mix :) it’s REALLY interesting, but def deals with heavy themes- which is honestly kinda just..in the territory when it comes to dfo fics. but yeah. read the tags, which you should do for every fic you read but yk

A Stranger's Smile, a Traitor's Guile - JoWithTheFlo

mature, gen, graphic depictions of violence

incomplete, 9/? chapters, 35,185 words

summary:

“Do you ever get tired of it?” Touya asked. “Eating shit food out of dumpsters and bathing in public bathrooms?”

“I do,” Izuku answered, honestly. “But I’m free this way.”

“What if you could be free and have a roof over your head too?”

Izuku gave him an amused look. “I can’t. I’m eight years old and, technically, don’t exist. It’s not as if I could get a job to pay rent.”

“I could though,” Touya said, voice oddly strained as he made the offer. “If you wanted. To live like that, instead.” --- Wherein Izuku has All for One, uses it to help whoever he can, and stumbles across a family along the way.

i LOVE THIS FIC. touya/dabi and izuku bonding has always been something i’ve enjoyed and looked for, and this one having dfo and izuku w/ the afo quirk?? checks off SO MANY BOXES. seriously, give it a read. you’ll probably enjoy it.

sitting in my hand is the sand of a shattered hourglass - zel_over_on_the_beach

mature, gen, creator chose not to use archive warnings

oneshot (part of a series, though! there is an incomplete prequel fic), 12,254 words

summary:

I am here! I am here! Izuku keeps waking up on the day villains attack the training camp, and the only way he can think of to end the loop is to keep everyone else safe. Too bad he keeps failing at that.

It's a time loop fic, okay?

TIME LOOP FIC. YEAH. its so...alkdsfjsdfkasbdfksa. read the tags, of course. shit goes down with muscular..quite a few times, really. it’s just. MMMMM SO GOOD. definitely give it a read if you enjoy time loop fics. or even if you don’t, give it a chance. it’s fantastic.

Pull him under - SorrowSeye

teen and up, gen, no archive warnings apply

oneshot, 9,875 words

summary:

All the stress of recent events is enough to turn Izuku's hair white. In fact, it does just that; when his hair loses all color overnight, Izuku ends up looking incredibly similar to someone he would never want ties to.

Nothing can hold you down quite like family.

ONE OF THE FIRST (if not the first) DFO FICS I READ. it is SO GOOD. definitely, DEFINITELY, check it out. all might is there, as is the rest of class 1-a..such a good fic. i’ll be giving it a reread soon, that’s for sure.

Words as Weapons - NearoRiver

teen and up, gen, no archive warnings apply

incomplete, 33/38 chapters, 109,275 words

summary:

When Midoriya Inko dies in childbirth, Midoriya Hisashi—better known as All for One—decides to raise his son Izuku by himself... without ever telling Izuku he’s Japan’s worst supervillain. While navigating his father’s high expectations, insidious emotional abuse, and overpowering quirk, Izuku fights to become a hero.

- - -

Old summary: Midoriya Hisashi is All for One. Midoriya Izuku is going to become a hero.

who would i be if i DIDN’T add this fic?? it is SO GOOD. I LOVE IT. seriously, read it. after reading the tags, of course. the way afo is written in this fic is..so good. utterly terrifying and disgusting but SO GOOD. SO WELL DONE. it’s just. adskjnfajklsdnfkjasdfba. AND THE TRAINIGN CAMP ARC IS COMING UP...like it is starting SOON. i am EXCITED.

well, i think that’s it for now. feel free to ask for any mha fic recs (or toh, but tbh most of what i read there is. hunter-centric. and it’s a tad difficult for me to read fics w/o him being a major part..which kinda sucks cus i’m sure there’s many wonderful fics i’m missing out on bc of it.)

if any of the links are wrong or broken or whatever, please let me know so i can fix em (or try to, at least. whether i succeed is another matter entirely.)

#bnha #mha #fic recs #reclist #[.grims recs]#yeah thats gonna be my fic rec tag cus why not #dad for one #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #all for one #midoriya hisashi #uhhhh #i think thats it??#tell me if i should add any more tags cus i will gladly do so #oh yeah #bnha fic recs #mha fic recs #dfo fic recs #there

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findingroleplays · 2 years

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my hero academia rp!

okay, i'm back on my bnha bullshit so i'm looking to rp it again after a while!

i have female oc's that i want to use, either with izuku midoriya or shota aizawa (preference is in that order.)

i’m open to discussing doubles if you wish, just know that i can’t write every character. i can let you know which ones i can write as.

here are a few things to note:

Be 18 at minimum, I don’t rp with minors - 20+ is even better honestly

I really like slice of life type roleplays where we kind of just do what we want, so that’s what I’d like to do for mine.

I rp on discord only, once I add you I’ll make us a server to write in!

My replies average 2-4 paragraphs; I write in 3rd-person, present-tense, and would like my partner to have a similar, lit/semi-lit style :)

I’m a senior in college so please be understanding when I can’t be around 24/7 to reply!

I also love having partners that I can chat with ooc! sharing headcanons, plotting, things like that.

I have a drawn hero oc, but i'm not an artist so pls be nice lol

anyway, if you're interested then please like this post or reply to it, or you can find me at @lovingmoon-rp ! i'm excited to hear from you!

#submission #my hero academia #oc x cc #m x f #discord #doubles welcome #literate rp #semi lit rp

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yesitsmewhataboutit · 2 years

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Hello , love your blog 😭✨🥰 may I request something like your “vacation” post but with bakugou x reader instead ?? Please & tysm

New Beginnings

Alpha!Bakugo x Omega!Reader

➤You like Bakugo, he likes you, but you don’t know that. And then you end up sharing a cabin. How does life always get you in these situations? You’ll never know

»»——⍟——««A/n: Aww thanks. Glad you liked it, hope this is good enough too. This isn’t nearly as long as vacation but I hope you like it

Warnings⚠️: hurt/comfort, light smut, cockwarming, there’s other people in the room,

Omegaverse Key

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Vacation

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Your favorite thing about planning and having a specific plan is the outcome. Like now, your planning made it possible for all the car groups to drive up at the same time and be together and a -somewhat- fair chance at choosing what cabin they want to be in and share.

Everyone parks and exit their cars, getting all the luggage and all other bags needed before officially meeting in front of all the cabins. "Hey, Mina!" you smile and hug the omega. She'd been in the car with Kirishima (alpha), Bakugo (alpha), Kaminari (alpha), and Tsuyu (beta) while you were with Todoroki (alpha), Midoriya (alpha), Momo (omega), and Uraraka (omega).

"Hey, Y/n, could you put all the snacks by the fire pit while we move all the bags?" Uraraka asks.

"Yeah, course."

It's already midday. The sun's starting to set, meaning soon it'd be time to start a fire and make smores. You move the bags of supplies to one of the benches near the fire pit and make it neat before turning to join everyone else.

When you turn around, you see everyone disappeared into cabins, meaning you get whatever spot's unclaimed. Not that you care. You don't mind who you end up bunking with, preferably Bakugo, but who cares?

You never care what bed you get on these trips. The cabins have a small kitchen, a bathroom, a fireplace with a few chairs to sit around, and one bedroom that fits three people. The bedrooms have a bunk bed in the corner of the room and a regular full bed a few feet from it. The room isn't that big, but you're all friends, and it's cozy and can be fun, and always is.

You can hear Mina's giggling from Cabin 2, so you go toward and push open the door. You walk toward the room and see Mina, Bakugo, Momo, and Shoto standing talking.

"Oh! Good, Y/n. You're going to have to bunk here," Mina tells you.

"Really?" you ask, a little skeptical. Sure, you're happy you're in the same cabin as Bakugo, but why you? Why not Kirishima or one of the other alphas?

"Yeah! He said Kirishima and Denki snore, and I quote 'Deku is Deku,' so you're the best option," she says with a smile and shrug.

"Oh. Ok," you smile and nod.

There is really nothing to complain about since you're with Bakugo. You don't necessarily have a crush on him, but his scent always calms you. It's no secret to you that you get drawn to his scent, but you control yourself. He's Bakugo Katsuki. You're just you, his classmate and fellow pro-hero that he hangs with along with his other former classmates, only cause his best friend makes him. You're nothing special, so you won't try to be.

"Hope that's alright. Since Todoroki and Momo are mated, now they're just going to share." You nod, agreeing. "Ok, guys, I'm going to set my stuff down. I'll meet everyone out by the fire pit, yeah?"

"Yeah," you, Momo, and Todoroki all say, Bakugo ignoring her and looking at his phone. Mina leaves, and you turn to Bakugo as Momo and Shoto unpack their things.

"You want the top or bottom bunk?" Bakugo asks, pulling your attention.

"Uh, I can take the bottom," you say. Bakugo nods and throws his bag up on the bunk before jumping and sitting, starting to unpack. You unpack, putting your pillow and blanket on the bed.

Right as you finish, Bakugo does too, turning to head toward the firepit, knowing everyone else is starting to gather for smores. You follow him, walking close behind as you leave the cabin to find Mina, Kirishima, and Kaminari all gathered already starting.

"Hi!" you say as you sit next to Kaminari.

"Hey, girl!" Kaminari smiles and playfully puts his arm around you as Bakugo sits on the bench across from you on the other side of the firepit.

"Heard you're in with Bakugo," Kaminari starts, "don't let him scare you too much." Denki finishes with a whisper but still says it loud enough for Bakugo to hear, causing him to look up and glare.

"Don't worry. I'm not scared of Bakugo," you laugh and scoff. Bakugo shakes his head and rolls his eyes, stuffing a marshmallow in his mouth.

Everyone else joins and starts roasting marshmallows and talking. Everything is normal. With a few sneak comments and jokes directed at Mina and Kirishima, it's no secret to everyone that he started courting her, so of course, they can't help but tease him a little.

It's been a long day, so you're not surprised when your eyes start drooping. You're tired, but part of you doesn't want to sleep, and you know exactly why.

After another hour, only you and Mina left is left, everyone else took their chances to leave and go to bed, but you kept avoiding it.

"Alright, I'm going to sleep. Swimming tomorrow?" Mina asks as she gets up, everything else having been packed and helped clean a few minutes prior.

You frown slightly but nod. "Yeah, of course, have a goodnight," Mina smiles and walks toward her cabin.

"Night," you mumble.

It takes a second, but you finally get up and walk toward your cabin. You enter quietly, making it to the bedroom and noticing everyone deep in slumber. You make it quick, getting your sleep clothes and changing in the bathroom before laying in bed.

You lay down, staring at the bottom of the top bunk, tired but unable to sleep. It figures the urge to nest hits right when you can't. You're far from comfortable nesting in the same cabin, let alone room, as the alphas.

You settle for curling up in your blanket and trying to push the feeling down. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to let the soft sounds of Bakugo's breathing above you lull you to sleep.

At first, you feel like it works. But soon enough, your eyes are opening again, and you let out a soft sigh. You turn on your side and let your eyes wander.

The room is small, plain, nothing special about it. It's dark, and the only real things that stand out are the bags. You can only see your's and Bakugo's bags from where you are. You'd laid yours on the floor by the end of your bunk. Bakugo's thrown on the floor near your head. You can guess that's where he'd thrown it when Katsuki unpacked earlier.

Your eyes can't help but land on his hoodie. He took it everywhere, but you can tell he probably had it earlier and put it to the side for when he needs it later. It has to be smothered in his scent.

Before you can fully get the thought, your hand's stretched out toward the hoodie. You take it in your hand and bring it to your chest, curling up around it. You burry your nose in it, inhaling Bakugo's strong scent, a smile growing on your lips. Soon, your eyes feel heavy and close as you fall unconscious, his scent doing what it always does, relaxing you.

You wake in the morning, rubbing your eyes and yawning, stretching under the warm blanket. You peek open your eyes, seeing the sun coming into the room and lighting it with natural light.

Your attention goes to your hand, seeing it still clenched around Bakugo's hoodie. You can't help but bury your nose in it again, taking one more deep inhale before pushing it back to his bag, not wanting him to know you used it to help you sleep. That it's his scent that you love.

After a few minutes, you get out of bed and walk toward the firepit, knowing everyone should be there for breakfast. They are, everyone except Bakugo and Midoirya, so you sit to join them. You sit next to Uraraka, watching her make eggs over the fire they started.

"Morning, Y/n," Kaminari says through a yawn.

"Morning," you smile.

"Was there anything you guys had planned for today?" Mina asks from between Mina and Tsuyu.

"I think Kirishima mentioned wanting to go fishing?" you turn to him to confirm, "right?"

"Oh, yeah! Got some new fishing rods, and Of course, the manly thing to do would be to catch a nice fish dinner for us all tonight." He ends the sentence by flashing a million-dollar smile, making you laugh, everyone else smiling.

"Ok! Well, it's settled then. Fishing it is," Mina says.

Hours later, you're on a lake, in a circle of canoes with everyone either fishing or like you, there for moral support. You're not a fan of water, big bodies of water. You like pools but don't know how to swim, so a lake -anything bigger than a pool- isn't usually on your itinerary.

Bakugo didn't know how you felt, but he did notice the slight change in your scent, how you seemed more uncomfortable, and you got tense, sitting more secure and not moving from the spot you sat at the beginning. He could guess pretty quickly that you probably couldn’t swim, or at the least was just uncomfortable around water.

He purposely moves closer, not making it noticeable, but close enough so if you need comfort -or happened to fall- he can catch you. He even makes subtle movements to make his scent stronger but more relaxing. Still going unnoticed by you, but still relaxing you.

Everyone has a good time. The only ones who're actually fishing are Kirishima, Denki, Deku, and Uraraka. They're all in a canoe together. Then you, Bakugo, Mina, and Todoroki are in the other canoe with the rest of the supplies. Tsuyu and Momo decided to swim.

Since you're not fishing, the canoe you're in has all the extra supplies like food, towels, dry clothes, and anything you guys might need. You even had one of Momo's books since she begs you to bring them if she gets bored. You can't blame her. Sometimes the boys like to go out adventuring, so you have to go along.

"Hey, Y/n!" You hear Denki yell, grabbing your attention, so you look up at him. "Toss me a soda?"

"Oh, yeah, sure," you say, digging in the bag near your feet. You pick what you know Kaminari likes and tosses it across the water, him catching it with ease.

"Were you cold at all last night, Y/n?" Mina asks you, pulling your gaze from Denki to her.

You shake your head. "No, not really. I only had a little trouble sleeping since I didn't make a nest." That peeks Bakugo's ears. "But I was fine," you lower your voice, "Bakugo's scent was all through the room, and it helped." You slightly shrug as she moves to sit next to you on the small canoe seat.

"Awww," she coos, "you guys are so cute!"

You bump her side with your elbow. "Hush. You know it's not like that," you laugh.

Bakugo acts like he doesn't hear what you said but still speaks up. "Y/n if you get cold, I brought an extra blanket you can use. I always run hot anyways," he mumbles, sounding a little out of character considering it Bakugo.

"Oh. Ok. Thanks," you smile. How could you decline? His scent would be all over it...

"Y/n!" Denki howling your name again, pulls you from your thought.

"Hm?" you look up at him.

"Here, catch."

Kaminari throws his empty can at you. Reacting immediately, you go to catch it, stretching your body up a few inches since he threw it too far above your head. You knew you could get it, and you did, but you also lost your balance as you tried to sit back on the seat, underestimating the distance by a few inches and hitting the edge of the canoe, startling you and making you fall back, directly into the water.

You knew it was happening the second you started going over, but you still could do anything to react quick enough. Your eyes went wide, and your mouth fell into a gasp as your body connected with the semi-cold water.

Your arms immediately flailed, and you tried to grab on to something, anything. There was nothing. At times like these, your mind moves a mile a minute, going through scenarios as you try to find a way out. You don't know how long you'd been in the water, but you already flashed through enough scenes to know there's no way out. Unless someone saves you, or you miraculously can suddenly figure out how to swim.

In reality, it was barely two seconds before Bakugo jumped into action. He knew you couldn't swim, so the second you started falling over, his instincts skyrocketed, and he jumped in after you without a second thought.

His hand went out for the first thing he could grab, which happened to be your wrist. He grips it firmly, pulling you up to his chest and wrapping his arm around your waist as he pushes to swim back up.

You could feel him grab you, and you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and clung to him when he pulled you against his body. Bakugo curls his hand around the side of the canoe, making it tilt as he pulls himself up and over the edge of it, sitting back on the seat and holding you to his chest as you cough, shaking from the cold.

"Y/n!"

"Y/n! Are you alright?!"

Everyone shouts your name, stopping what they're doing and having fear in their eyes for you. Scared chirps fall from your lips as you curl into Bakugo's lap, his arms wrapping around you and pressing you to his chest, wanting to share some of his body heat.

"Here, Y/n, I can use my left side t-"

"Back off icy hot," Bakugo snaps, making him stop in his tracks. Todoroki had stepped a few steps closer, wanting to help, but obviously, Bakugo's not letting that happen. He had it under control.

You're not one to usually get so startled easily, but something like this doesn't just pass over your head easily. You could feel the endless water, the absence of air around you. It could've been so easy for everything to slip away.

"What are you idiots looking at?" Bakugo looks up at everyone, "turn this thing around and take us back!" Everyone went into action, Momo and Tsuyu getting back in the canoe, then everyone turned the canoes around and headed back to land.

The second they hit land, Bakugo was up, with you in his arms, heading to the cabin. He sat down on your bed, wrapping your blanket around your shoulders and letting you melt into the warmth.

"Thank you," you finally whisper.

"Yeah, yeah, just rest; you'll be fine," Bakugo says.

You both stay in that position for a few minutes. Katsuki thinks you've fallen asleep, so he begins to move slowly, trying to lay you down and slip from the room.

"W-wait!" you say, grabbing his shirt and making him pause his movements. "You're warm," you mumble, settling back, "will you stay?"

"Yeah. Sure." He gets comfortable again, staying still until you fall asleep, your sweet scent making his eyes feel heavy.

Hours later, you wake with your head on a pillow. Alone. In the cabin. You sit up, looking to see it's now dark. You sigh, wishing Bakugo had stayed but knowing it must have been a long shot. He's a hero. He was only helping you cause that's what he's supposed to do. Any of the rest of them would've done the same.

You push yourself up, wanting more sleep, but also knowing you should eat so you don't wake during the night starving more. You walk out of the cabin, seeing everyone grouped at the firepit.

"Hey! Y/n, how ya doing?" Kirishima asks, being the first to see you coming.

"I'm fine," you mumble, playing with your hands.

"Y/n, I'm really, really sorry. I shouldn't have thrown it so hard," Kaminari says, walking up to you.

"It's fine. I know it was an accident. No hard feelings."

"Hey." You look up and see Bakugo walking toward you with a plate. "I was making you a plate. You should go and keep resting. Don't know how much water you inhaled," he says lowly.

So, he hadn't just left you. "Oh, it's ok. I don't mind. I can sit out here a while." You extend your hand and take the plate. "Thank you, though, Katsuki," you smile at him.

After you eat, everyone talks for a bit, and soon it's time to retire to bed again. You do the same as before, getting ready for bed and under the blankets, but once again, not able to sleep.

You sigh, pushing yourself up and standing on your mattress, peeking over the bunk to Bakugo. "Hey, Bakugo, you awake?" you ask quietly, and you get a quiet grunt as an answer. "I'm still a little cold. Could I maybe come up there?" you ask shyly.

Again, he doesn't answer, but he shuffles over, making room and opening the covers for you. A little grin spreads your lips, and you push onto his bed, getting under the covers and laying next to him with your back to him.

You feel him snake his hand around your waist and pull you to his chest, warmth spreading around your whole body as you melt into him. He lays his head near your neck, your scent clear and strong invading his nose as he tries to slip into slumber.

It's quiet for a few minutes, and you almost think he fell asleep. That's until he speaks up again. "Your heat is coming soon. I can smell it," he mumbles against your shoulder.

You feel your heart rate increase at the comment, immediately feeling embarrassed. "U-uh, yeah."

It stays quiet for a few more minutes, and you continue to try to get comfortable so you can sleep. "Stop squirmin," Bakugo finally says, shifting a bit himself.

"Oh, sorry," you whisper, moving one last time to snuggle into him and fully capture his warmth. You move your body to melt with his, and that's when you feel it. Something hard pressed in your back, the very apparent arousal of the alpha behind you.

"It's your fault, ya know," he speaks up. "Comin in my bed, knowing you're going into heat soon. Ridiculous," he grumbles.

"You could've said no," you argue, suddenly having to focus on your own breathing, feeling yourself get more nervous.

"Yeah. I could've," he leans in, his lips right next to your ear, his voice low, "but who am I to deny my omega some time."

"Your omega?"

"We alpha's have sharp hearing, Y/n. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out how much you like my scent. How you always stay near me and look for my clothes and items when you need to relax. I've known for a while, omega. You can't get enough of me."

As he talks, he trails his hand down your body, speaking lowly and pressing into you. "Say the word," he whispers, "and I'll stop."

"K-Katsuki- Todoroki and Momo are right over there!" you whisper sharply.

"Then be quiet so they don't wake."

You let out a slow breath, feeling Bakugo push your pants and underwear down, his fingers massaging your clit, making you wetter by the second. As much as you knew it was wrong, you knew you should stop, you found yourself reaching toward him, your hand wrapping around his stiff cock, stroking it slowly.

You felt Bakugo's breath on your skin, next to your scent gland. "Mark me." The words slipped from your mouth before you could think, but you didn't regret it. You knew he'd have to bite again eventually, but you didn't care. You knew for a fact you wanted to be mated with Katsuki.

Bakugo felt the same, part of him was surprised, but the other part was happy and jumped at the opportunity. Bakugo took his hand, wrapping it around your mouth and then opening his mouth, letting his fangs grow, and he grazed them over your neck, giving a few light bites before fully sinking them into your neck. You let out a loud whimper that's muffled by his hand, your body tensing as the feeling of him marking you washes through your body in waves.

Once you calm down, you melt back into him, he pulls his mouth from you, and you lay your head back on his shoulder. Before he can make another move, you grip his cock again, pulling it from his sweats and shifting so you can push it into your pussy. It's a stretch, he's big, so it stings, but you keep going until he bottoms out.

"O-Oh, omega-" he groans into your neck, trying not to move yet, "you're so tight. How are you so tight? God."

"Stay like this alpha. Just wanna feel you," you say, tilting your head back slightly.

You can feel him slowly inhaling, trying to get his grounds and gain better control, wanting to do as you say, but you feel so good, he can almost feel his control slipping.

"Ya know omega, your heat is coming soon, and my rut is only recently just passed." You knew what that meant. That meant he could easily fall back into rut. It's a warning.

"Soon, alpha. Soon, just wanna wait until after the trip," you tell him.

"Yeah. After the trip," you can feel his cock twitching inside you as he speaks, "soon, I'll finally get to have my way with you."

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