#if they don’t vibe with the mha wall they can’t stay

[sparkles-and-trash]

My bedroom is all soft aesthetics and details and then BAM!!

secret bnha wall only visible from my bed >:))

[laal-ishq-diaries]

showering with them || mha guys

december 26, 2020

writer’s note: nothing to say about this. little blurbs on what it’s liking showering with some mha men. i just love showering and self-indulgence. 

warnings: implied intercourse (tagged under #pyaas). descriptions of the female body. hurt/comfort. 

KAI CHISAKI ~ OVERHAUL

when kai, who usually showers all by his lonesome, requests your presence in the bathroom one evening, you know he’s craving some sweet, sweet intimacy. you head into the shower together and bask in the warmth emanating from the water for a few minutes before he pushes your back against the wall of the shower and drops to his knees in front of you. making eye contact with you, kai lathers you up with your body-wash. he starts from the soles of your feet before moving up and using his strong touch to ease out the tension from your body. by the time he’s lathering up your inner thighs and hips, you’re leaning against the shower wall with your eyes closed and in absolute bliss. your eyes snap open when you feel a cool substance being dabbed onto your cheek and realize that it’s body-wash and the damn culprit is now standing in front of you with a cheeky grin of his own. one playful huff of indignation later, you take the opportunity to wash your face—an excuse to do something other than quietly melt under his touch—as he skillfully kneads the flesh of your bottom, abdomen, and breasts. afterwards, he turns you around and presses your front into the wall in order to wash your back and arms before taking the removable showerhead and washing the suds off your entire body (all the while pressing kisses across each newly cleansed patch of skin). showering with him is a rare blessing given your busy schedules but he still makes you feel desired and every atom in your body is now screaming at you to return the favor.

KEIGO TAKAMI ~ HAWKS

you’re already in the shower when keigo comes home from a particularly stressful mission. he quickly undresses and joins you. all he does is wrap his arms and wings around your body and inhale your scent—he missed you so damn much so just let him have this for a few minutes. in return though, it is up to you to initiate any actual bathing. your arms stretch to grab shampoo (yours, because keigo loves how you smell) and massage a generous amount into his unruly hair. his satisfied coos and chirps spur you on as you wash away the physical and mental grime of the mission. as you rinse the suds and condition his hair (also, with your conditioner), he curls into your body even more and his wings twitch in satisfaction. you make a mental note to give his wings some TLC after your shower but you settle for massaging the base of his spine where his wings emanate, for now. similarly, keigo’s avian instincts urge him to take care of you; he massages body-wash into whatever skin he can reach while you are still in his embrace and nonsensically murmurs loving sentiments. i got you baby, let’s stay like this, and you’re so soft all tug on your heartstrings and, god, what you wouldn’t do for this man. go give him some love, birdboy deserves it!

SHOUTA AIZAWA ~ ERASER HEAD

this man is extremely stressed and sleep-deprived, so your showers are supposed to make him lethargic and ready to curl up in bed. these showers are in the middle of the night with the lights off; the only source of illumination in your bathroom is from the city lights and moon shining through the windows. the water is nearly on its hottest setting and the steam is fogging up the windows and mirror. there’s a thin layer of sweat on your bodies but you’re both shivering, whether from the cold only body heat can neutralize or in anticipation. shouta is clingy, but not too much. he still has an air of aloofness and mystery, and you don't know what his intentions are tonight. hell, you don’t know what your intentions are. the warm water was supposed to lull him to sleep, not your body. but you can’t complain when he kisses and strokes and bites with so much adoration and lust. you can take a proper shower in the morning; his only concern right now is intertwining with you and wearing you both out until you’re dozed off under covers.

TOUYA TODOROKI ~ DABI

surprisingly, dabi is not touchy at all. the two of you do your own thing in the shower and make a little bit of idle small talk but your backs will be to each other while bathing. other than enjoying quiet time, showering together is so emotionally intimate that dabi is truly at a loss for words. occasionally, you two will turn around and kiss each other and bump noses playfully. there is nice, soothing music in the background, which he always lets you pick because he loves making you happy (even if it’s just the little things). showering with dabi is so peaceful because this is his relaxing time away from the league of villains, hero society, and his fucked up family. it’s just him and his girl vibing. at times, he glances at you with those eyes that scream you’re the most precious thing in the world and that he’d do anything to protect you. his heart bursts even more when you end up making eye contact and smile or tilt your head in confusion. at that point, he needs to feel more of you. the touches start small—when you begrudgingly go under cold water to rinse your hair, dabi will lightly activate his quirk and rub your sides to warm you up. when you’re done showering, he’ll take your towel and pat the moisture off your body and dry your hair. in turn, you’ll gently moisturize his skin. any other time, dabi would've cracked a joke about you wanting to feel him up and being “too clingy” but not right now. he has completely lost himself in your love. there are parts of him that just want to leave this life and take you away to keep you safe. but he knows he’s too far in to walk away. and you’ve accepted that. the only time he feels in control of his circumstances are these quiet, little moments he steals with you.

[some-kindofgnome]

Kinktober #10: Sharp Objects: Bucky Barnes

You think you’re invincible. Bucky thinks he’s not worth saving. Neither are true. 

Characters: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ please!) knife play (no cutting), rough sex, definite dom!bucky vibes, angst, bucky being a self-loathing jackass

Notes: I’m running out of title ideas. 

Today’s prompt was “Knife Kink.” Aaaand I’m back on the angst. I can’t help it. There’s something about Marvel characters that just scream ‘make me hurt!’ But don’t think the MHA babies are exempt. Plenty of angst for them in the future.

Kinktober Masterlist

The mission is an absolute clusterfuck.

Not only do the two of you fail to collect the information you’d been sent to gather, you barely manage to escape with your lives. It takes you an extra hour to get back to the safehouse that night, taking a labyrinth of extra turns and detours to throw anyone who might have followed you off your scent.

By the time the tiny cabin comes into view, it’s well past dark. You and Bucky are both exhausted. And he’s in a mood. He hasn’t said one word to you since you got in the car,a rusty old pickup with no backseat and a window that sticks on one side. Outside, the wind is starting to pick up, and when you kick open the driver’s side door the late autumn chill blows right through you.

Bucky crunches sullen and heavy across the gravel, taking up the rear as you both hurry in. By the time you shut out the wind behind you, the tiny cabin might as well be a luxury hotel. You’re just glad to be somewhere safe.

You let out a sigh as you shuck out of your coat and gloves.

“That was a close call,” you quip conversationally. The silence has stretched so thin between you- you need to break it.

“Like hell it was.” His voice comes so low and grumbly that if you were anybody else, you wouldn’t hear him. But you’re used to reading his mumbles by now. Irritation spikes somewhere behind your right eye and you turn back towards him, arms folded over your combat gear.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, I told you to get your ass outta there. Not jump between me and the fucking bullet.”

“I’m sorry,” you quip, sliding your hands to your hips. “Are you referring to the moment in which I saved your goddamned ass?”

“Not an ass worth saving,” he growls back at you, and now you’re going to have to go there. You’ve been really hoping his stormy mood wasn’t caused by this, but apparently you know him better than you ever thought you did.

“No way,” you insist. You’re squaring up with him, but he’s not backing down. He’s close- closer than you’d realized, towering over you like he can scare you into agreeing that he’s disposable. “We’re not going there tonight, Buck, we’re not.”

“There’s nowhere to go,” he retorts. “’S just the truth. You got any idea what would have happened if you got hit? If you actually got hurt?”

“I prefer not to dwell on things that didn’t actually happen.”

He’s had enough. He grabs you by the shoulders and pushes you against the wall, pinning you there with the weight of his own form. His face is so close that his nose brushes yours, his breath puffing hot over your chin.

“You think you’re so fucking tough,” he hisses, grabbing your chin and forcing your eyes to his. You’re not sure exactly where this is coming from, but you’re not about to argue. It’s not the first time he’s gotten a little rough with you. And you’ve made it clear before that you’re okay with it.

He kisses you with bruising passion and you melt into it, bracing your palms against his chest. He loses patience with the foyer quickly and scoops you into his arms. The brace of his metal arm, carrying your weight so securely, is as immensely reassuring now as it was the first time.

He navigates you smoothly across the space of your one-room cabin and deposits you on the bed. In any other situation you might be concerned by the cloud of dust that puffs up around you as you land on the blankets, but you’ve got a pretty good distraction at the moment.

Bucky shrugs off the top half of his tactical gear with practiced ease. Then he’s working away at yours, undoing the straps, buckles, and zipper that hold it together. He shoves the whole thing down to your elbows, then he’s on you again, kissing and nipping down the side of your neck and making you shiver and moan.

You’re just starting to get invested when you spot him reach down his side out of the corner of your eye. He flips his hand back with something heavy and shiny curled in his fingers, and in a sharp jerk he’s got the blade of his combat knife pressed to your throat.

For a moment, you stare up at him in confusion and betrayal, but the lust that glints in his eyes proves that it’s all part of his game.

“I knew it,” he growls. “You get off on this shit, don’t you? No wonder you were so eager to throw yourself in the line of fire for me.”

He presses the knife just a little firmer against your skin- hard enough that you feel the cool sharpness of the blade. But he’s precise, and he knows exactly how still to hold it, so it doesn’t slide against your flesh and cut you.

He keeps the knife there with one hand as he works your combat gear down over your hips. He pulls it away long enough to get his pants undone, but then he’s got the blade at your throat again. It might as well be a steel chain wrapped around your windpipe, since as long as you feel its frosted press, you can’t breathe.

“Gonna fuck you just like this,” he snarls, stroking his cock- already stiff and flushed at the tip. You want to put up a fuss, but you just part your thighs for him and let out another whimper of your own desire. He’s going to find out soon enough, but you’re soaked for him like this.

He lines up with slow, careful measure, but as soon as he’s there he slams into you without mercy. Your spine goes concave as you arch up against him, forcing your shoulders into the mattress to keep your head down and your throat away from his blade.

He flips the blade as he starts to fuck you, pumping his hips against yours with brutal slaps.

“Fuck, sweetness, you’re dripping for me. I knew you liked it rough, but this is-“

His voice breaks a little as you clench your muscles around his thick cock, earning a gentle stutter from his hips. His gaze is frozen steel glaring down at you, and as he settles back into his rhythm he trails the dull edge of the knife down your sternum. For all the bruising pressure he’s fucking you with he’s gentle with the knife, circling one of your already-stiff nipples with the point and making you keen.

“Bucky,” you plead, gripping the sheets beneath you in a desperate attempt to keep still. You’re ready to plead, but he cocks a brow and grins, not ready to listen just yet.

“Now you’re all soft for me, hmm? Not so bulletproof anymore.”

“Bucky, please,” you choke, more desperate this time. The pressure is building to unbearable levels inside you, but you’re not there yet. You need more if you’re going to get there. And he hasn’t decided if he’s going to give it to you.

“I bet I could make you cum just like this.” His voice is starting to tremble. He hasn’t been holding back at all- it’s no surprise that he’s almost there himself. He lays the flat of the knife between your breasts and drags it all the way down to your navel as he shifts his hips downward and fucks up into you at a brand new angle, fast and ruthless.

You get there faster than you have in a very, very long time. The shiver that he created with the flat of the cool knife echoes all the way to the tips of your toes and ends in shockwaves at the pit of your stomach. He’s amplified those shockwaves with the shift in angle, hitting you at just the right spot.

You careen over the edge with a tight scream of pleasure and he keeps the knife pressed flat against your spasming body. He thrusts into you a few more times, then buries himself to the balls and stays there, shaking and groaning your name as he pumps you full of his release.  

When it’s over, he draws himself back and lets you sprawl across the bed, messy and spent. He tosses the knife deftly from flesh palm to metal, then tucks it smoothly into the holster of his half-shucked pants.

He steps the rest of the way out of them and falls into bed beside you. Suddenly he’s tender, and he reaches for your waist with one hand while the other, the flesh one, lifts to cup and stroke your cheek.

“Don’t tell me you’re not worth saving,” you mumble into the pillows. He lets out a snort and shakes his head, stretching out on his side and pulling you close.

“Whatever you say,” comes his quiet reply, and you want to smack him. Instead, you settle further into his arms and slide your own around his bare torso. You draw a deep, sleepy breath as he pulls the covers up around the both of you.

The wind rises, howling past the windows and rattling the door on its hinges. And as it settles, you tangle your legs with his and let your tongue curl around the words.

“You’re worth saving to me.”

[aikrus]

Another Day, Another Life (Tenya Iida x Villain!Reader)

Fandom: Bnha / Mha  Warnings: Angst, amnesia, swearing, weed, coping with death, hallucinations  Words: 3,456 Requested by: No one, but requests are open!  Request/ Description: Casualties are expected in a war, but when a child dies no one is ready. No one knows how to react. The death of a teen can tear people apart, it can rip people into shreds to never be put together again, but is it better or worse if they’re not actually dead?

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          Toga was far from an ideal friend. She was clingy and rude, she talked too much and she cared primarily about herself. She was weird and difficult to get understand, and you never really knew where she stood. She wasn’t perfect, but having her was a blessing in disguise. 

“Y/n, we’re heading out, are you ready?” While she wasn’t perfect, she was pretty close to it. Himiko had a strange way with words, and she could always make the world feel smaller than it was. Her voice was like warm honey on a spoon; hazy caramel color and sweet, perfect for recovery.

“I’m ready, thanks for grabbing me,” Y/n wasn’t close to anyone. It was hard to get attached when the overwhelming threat of having friends ripped away from her grasp constantly loomed over her. She kept her distance, but it was hard not to get sucked into being friends with the blonde.

“Of course!” Her bright smile feels like it should be un-nerving, it holds malice and hatred, it’s the smile of a girl who has been rejected her entire life- but it almost makes others smile back. And so, Y/n’s face was covered with the rare grin; which had become scarce. 

“It really isn’t that big a deal, but Shigarki is getting trigger-happy. We should hurry, I’m pretty sure Dabi will set his hands on fire if we don’t leave soon!” Her voice dripped sugar, and Y/n found herself hurrying. She put her phone into her side pocket, and she secured her outfit. 

The pair walked out of Y/n’s assigned room, and they made their way to the group scattered around the bar. “I thought you all were ready? Let’s get a move on!” Y/n said, there was an unusual lightness to her tone.

The group had started to pass through the given portals Kurogiri had made for them, and one by one they stepped through. In the end, only Dabi and Y/n were left standing with the tall void-like man. 

“Hey,” the gruff man had grabbed a hold of Y/n’s y/s/c arm, and he had lightly pulled it back.

“What’s the deal, Dabi?” She asked, not rudely, but he could tell she didn’t appreciate the physical contact. They were far from close. When Y/n woke up, Dabi could tell something was off about her. Not wrong necessarily, she just had a very unique vibe that he felt was oddly familiar. 

“It’s just...” he sighed and shook his head, “Nevermind. It doesn’t matter.” 

Whatever it was that Dabi was going to tell her obviously didn’t matter that much, so she shook it off and went through the portal. 

“You feel it too, don’t you?” Kurogiri looked him in the eyes with a knowing gleam in his eyes.

Dabi nodded and walked through the portal- it would be cruel to tell her- he decided as soon as he saw her laughing with Toga. She has no memory of it, and she just recently started to act like herself again, why would I ruin that for her?

Amnesia was a tricky situation for anyone to deal with. It was dangerous to the person suffering from it, due to how trusting and gullible they become- but it is significantly worse for those of them who have their memories of the victim intact.

Dabi was one of those lucky people- so is the majority of the other people on the team. They can all think back to at least one memory of the spunky girl they have grown to care for. She was always so strong, yet somehow she was always overshadowed by her over-zealous classmates. Those stars that tried to outshine her magnificence- Dabi could only hope they would burn out soon.

He had been one of the first to meet the girl, and boy was she hard to forget. If her physical appearance didn’t grab his attention- her striking y/e/c eyes and flawless y/h/c hair- her quirk definitely did. 

GateKeeper was a well-known up-and-coming hero and student at UA’s school for future hero’s, she was the receiver of the most interning opportunities, and she was respected by almost everyone. Named after her quirk, GateKeeper- or rather, Y/N, is able to access the gates between different planes. 

She can visit the gates of hell, she can see the holy light of heaven, she can see the Mormon’s different kingdoms and the fields of Aaru. She can walk along the banks of river Styx with those about to be reincarnated. 

She can see spirits or those who have passed, and she can comfort those who have lost love ones. With this power, she has been given the ability to have the power of those who have died where she is standing. She can call on the remaining spirits to help her, and she has the power to reap souls. 

Dabi had spent countless hours thinking about the girl who froze him in place- she showed him his worst fear and didn’t bat an eye. She was fierce and protective of all the other students, she stood in front of them and, with her small undead army of soldiers who could never move on, defended them till her last breath. If only she had died.

The fight hadn't lasted long, the pros took out most of the b-tier criminals, and the students were fighting here and there. With All-might out of the picture, it was anyone's guess how the fight would go.

Who would have thought that a single girl who wipe the floor with them? Ahh yes, in a flash of light she managed to subdue the vast majority of the villains, if only she hadn’t lost consciousness- then maybe she wouldn’t have been snatched away so easily. 

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It was hard to believe that Iida would skip school. For the first handful of days after the attack, he dragged himself to his classes- half-conscious and unwilling to be aware of his surroundings.

Eventually having to push himself to get out of his bed- let alone go to school- grew too much for him. He settled with walking to the canteen when everyone else was out to get food before going back to his room. 

He was never one for dramatics, but Iida knew there was nothing he could do. He had failed her, the love of his life slipped through his fingers- never to be seen again.

Day after day he listened to a voicemail left months before the incident- he was never happier for his phone to be dead than when he knew he could hear her talk to him again. 

And while Iida had his outlet for his sadness, his classmates were going more and more concerned with every passing minute. 

Midoriya would double take when he heard her voice through his wall, and, silently, he would press his ear against it just so he could make-believe she was still with them.

“Hey, Tenya! I guess you’re busy huh? Haha! It’s so weird to talk to your voicemail- I’ve never had to before. Well, I miss you! Remember that just because it’s Christmas and I’m not with you doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to celebrate with your other friends!

I just want to remind you how much I love you! You are such a great boyfriend, and I’m glad that you’re mine. I was planing on FaceTiming you while we have Christmas dinner, but since I can’t I guess this will have to do~

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening?

In the lane, snow is glistening

A beautiful sight

We're happy tonight

Walking in a winter wonderland

Gone away is the bluebird

Here to stay is a new bird

To sing a love song

While we stroll along

Walking in a winter wonderland

In the meadow, we can build a snowman

We'll pretend that he is Parson Brown

He'll say, are you married?

We'll say, no man

But you can do the job when you're in town

Later on, we'll conspire

As we dream by the fire

To face unafraid

The plans that we've made,

Walking in a winter wonderland”

She cleared her throat and laughed a little, “That was really awkward, but I hope you’ll accept my mini Christmas gift! I’ll wait to open the one you got me until I’m with you again. I love you Tenya, merry Christmas!”

Once again, the shrill ring of an ended voicemail echoed through his room. Wiping away a stray tear- Iida sat down at his desk.

Everything had been going so perfect, everything was going exactly to plan. His brother had been in recovery, they had been going smoothly, classes had finally declared winter-break, and then... everything fell apart. The storm had been brewing, and brewing, and then it came- and then it destroyed everything in its wake. 

It’s hard to accept a loss that you didn’t see happen. He didn’t get the goodbye, or the I’ll never let go. There was no body to hold on to, no one in the casket which was lowered to the ground. Nothing to show that his lover was gone- only the empty dorm room and phone number that gave no answer. 

The school had opened it’s doors during winter break for all the students and parents to come. Some of her closest friends only ever saw her in the hallow walls of UA, and now they didn’t have the chance to see her anywhere else.

There was really no good way to deal with it. ‘It’. Iida despised that word now- ‘it’ was the only way people described the death of his girlfriend. As if death was a taboo word, ‘it’ was all people talked about and yet their words meant nothing. 

Tenya was doing his best- fighting every single fucking day at a time. He hated what he had turned into. He hated the state of being that he devolved to be. Every trait she adored about her boyfriend diapered.  Failing to go to class and snapping at those that came close enough to bother him. He had always gotten cold when faced with misery, resolved and retreated in himself- he had never seen himself as someone who would take up smoking to feel better.

Weed always seemed so far beneath him, it felt like something nothings did to feel better about themselves instead of working hard at bettering themselves, but now even Denki wasn’t eager to help him. Last time he visited the blonds room Kaminari rejected him, saying that he wasn’t getting high in the right way and that he was worried Iida would become a drug abuser with how things were turning up. 

Tenya hated himself more that night. He hated himself and he hated everyone else. He hated Uraraka, who coped with baking Y/n’s favorite cookies and eating them to the movie they would watch during their own girl’s night. 

He hated Momo too, she still got straight A’s and seemed to be just fine- pretending like we didn’t hear her obnoxious sobs at two am. He hated Mina too- she had no place wearing Y/n’s hoodie to school everyday. It was a shitty thing to do. 

He’s pissed at Deku as well- Midoriya the hypocrite. Knocks on his door every day with his missed classwork and with his judgement, pressuring him to leave his room. Everyone knows his grade’s have gone down since her death so who is he to talk about attending class. 

He hates Bakugo, who only ever yelled at her even when she joked around with him- who’s words she laughed at but really made her drown in her insecurities when she was suppose to be secure in her boyfriends arms. Fuck Bakugo, for glaring at her empty seat next to him like he didn’t openly mock her when she got a grade lower than him. Fuck him for screaming at 3am and breaking the school punching bags. Fuck him for feeling bad after hurting her. Fuck him for being her friend. Fuck him for giving a shit. Fuck everyone.

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Aizawa sighed once he sat at his desk. Classes would start in half and hour and he was still crying. His silent tears burned down his cheek and all he could fell was the raw aching in his throat and the headache that felt like it was killing him slowly. 

He saw it then. In that classroom starring at her desk, he can see it happening. 

The cold breeze had moved his hair into his face, giving the villain a second outside of his hold. One second- yet it was long enough for him to disappear into the ground. 

“Dammit,” he hissed, looking around him. 

He heared Mic’s screech at a crowed of them on his left, and the majority of his students stood tall on his right. Everything was chaotic, but a Nomu appeared from the forest line everything exploded. 

He felt a familiar chill crawl over his skin, signifying Y/n using one of her ultimate moves ‘Fallen Heros’. AS what looked like hundreds of dead warriors of different generation’s rose from the ground- some in modern military uniform and others in ancient armor- and surrounded the giant Nomu. 

More appeared- in uniquely them outfits. They were the dead pro-heroes, the ones who passed during a fight they’ll never get to finish. The ones who either dine at Valhalla or will never be at peace after failing. 

A woman with black hair flew as she fought- with more ease than the others that were in spirit form. It was safe to assume that this was her quirk. The other that sent momentary shock waves through the gathering was Sir Nighteye, who waisited no time wiping out the waves of villains. 

Aizawa took notice of Y/n’s body floating in mid-air. The cost of her quirk- she had to keep note of all those she called upon. If one of the fallen are out of her sight for too long her body replicates what the dead’s went through, and she would eventually die from the injury. 

The dead soldiers ended the battle very suddenly, and, as their spirits returned to the afterlife, a large explosion of dust swallowed the crowed. 

Once they could all see, and the hectic environment calmed, Iida’s voice cut through the air. He was screaming as loud as he could, frantically running around the field of people. 

“Y/n!” He had shouted, his voice becoming horse. “Y/n!” Everyone became deathly pale and still as the horror of realization came upon them. She was gone. 

“Y/l/n?” Aizawa had shouted, starting the shove peoples shoulders to get to where she was. 

“Y/l/n now is NOT the time to play games!” He had hopefully prayed. His face fell along with his voice as he made it to where she had been floating. A scorched square of land had taken her place. 

His mind tried to go back and see the rose dead she had summoned, he looked frantically for a scorched soldiers face, but he couldn't find one. Even then it wasn’t hard to guess at what had happened.

No one near her had heard her screams, but with the noise coming from everyone in the dust storm, it would be unlikely that they would have been heard whether she screamed or not. 

He was right there. He saw her. He was less than three yards away. How did he let this happen?

He remembers looking around for a corpse of a soldier, but he wondered if, with Y/n dead, they would be able to live anyway. 

He pinched the bridge of his noes, wiping away the pools of tears from his stinging eyes. Rubbing them with his palm, his vision blurs when he looks up. Yet, even with the lines blurring, what he sees is unmistakable.

“Y/n?” He asked, seeing her figure sit on the top of her desk. 

“Calling a student by their first name,” she teased lightly, “how unprofessional,”

“Are you...” he stopped and starred at her, “Are you really here? Is this a part of your quirk?” 

“C’mon Eraserhead, like I would know. If you’re right then you’re right. If you’re wrong then I’m just a fixation of your brain and I wouldn’t know it,” She tried to reason, hopping off of her desk. 

“Damn... you’re right. I’m going batshit crazy,” he sighed, closing his eyes again.

“So,” Y/n smirked, walking up to his desk and bending over, placing her hands on her locked knees, “Wanna talk about why you’re fantasizing about your dead, female, super fucking hot, student?”

He groaned out annoyed and clawed at his eyes, “Why the fuck is that happening? I hate that, I hate this, cut this shit out!” He shouted, pushing his hand into his covered corneas. 

“What shit out?” Hizashi asked, stepping into his classroom.

“Nothing Mic, just overthinking,” he responded, slamming his eyes open looking for his student. 

“Alright Shouta, just remember that I’m across the hall if you ever need to talk,” 

Sighing once he noticed Y/n had vanished, he wondered if this was confirmation that he was hallucinating. Needless to say, Y/n definitely responded to her situation exactly how he would expect her to when she figured out her action’s had no consequence- like a little shit who needs to be put into detention. 

God, even thinking that last sentence made Aizawa feel dirty. He’ll definitely need to scrub his skin red after that. 

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Breakfasts in the mornings have changed a lot since school opened back up. Y/n was always made a plate of food and a drink every morning, it varied in who made it every couple days. No one vocalized what the food at her usual spot on the couch meant, but it was an unspoken rule that it would stay undisturbed. 

No one was entirely sure who cleaned it up when they were in class. They were pretty sure it wasn’t Iida, the seat was clear even when he was in class with them. 

Everyone missed her voice in the mornings. Whether she was complaining about late nights (to which Denki or Mina would yell get some in her direction after) or she was cracking jokes to help wake everyone up, her voice still rung in the air leaving a hole of silence where it once was. 

People’s sentences often drifted off half way through as their eyes caught themselves on her corner seat, where she once curled up into half a ball as she placed her plate of breakfast on top of a throw pillow. 

As people would shuffle off to class, everyone would throw a look over their shoulder and give a moment of their time to the friend they would never get to see again. 

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Taking one more look at the lock-screen of a phone she couldn’t unlock, she wondered who it was on her screen. A boy with strikingly unique features had white ice cream smeared from his noes down to his lips, and a small smirk was percent on his face. Lights from a Ferris Wheel and fairy lights lit up the dark night sky behind him, and what looked like her knuckles were in front of the camera, showing their interlocked fingers. 

It was a cute photo, but it was so foreign to her it made Y/n wonder if the phone was even hers. She sighed after staring at the keypad, asking for her password. The face id had been disabled after it shut off, and all she could do was hope she would remember what is was.

“You okay?” Toga asked, placing a hand on Y/n’s shoulder. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she responded, taking in the forest clearing Toga had taken her off to, splitting off from the rest of the group. “What are we doing here Himiko?”

“The other members want to know how much control you still have over your quirk. They thought I would be the best person for you t be around when we do this,” She explained, a soft smile on her face as she explained. 

“Huh,” Y/n had a few thoughts running around in her mind, “Shigiraki didn’t want you to tell me did he?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?” She teased, a wide smile on her face.

“I dunno... it felt like someone whispered it in my ear, if that makes sense?” 

“Who knows, that could be one of the parts of your quirk,”

“What exactly is my quirk?” She asked, glaring at one of the birds near them who had grown to be too loud. 

“It’s kinda hard to explain. The easiest way that I know how to explain it is that you’ve got a strong connection to the dead. You can talk to them, visit them I think, and most importantly you can summon them to fight for you,”

“Fight for me?” Y/n echoed. She wasn’t quiet sure why, but that phrasing felt weird... it almost felt off... 

“Yup!” Himiko cheered, bouncing slightly. 

“Alright,” Y/n sighed, shaking her arms, “Let’s give this shit a try,” she declared, moving her arms slowly from beneath her hips, struggling to get them above her waist.

In front of her, a muddy figure rose from the ground, it’s shoulders cracking as it took a deep breath of clean, fresh, air.

[thought-not]

Abandon

This is my first MHA fic so please be kind with any feedback! 

Description: Rai Kotori is the new psychologist for class 1A. Principal Nezu thought it good for the new class with strong quirks to have help. Along the way, her and Shota Aizawa grow closer. Could the past Rai thought she left behind interfere with that? 

Warnings: none 

Chapter 1

       Spring is definitely the best time of the year. The way the sun warmed my skin, flowers bloomed all around, and the air crisp as ever made the season enjoyable. It set the mood wonderfully for my walk to the school I was to start at today. Today is the day I start as the psychologist at my old high school. I skip down the sidewalk leading to the doors of the building, taking in everything all at once. Not much has changed in the 10 years since I’ve been here. The trees are still the same and the building design is a constant for the staple hero school of Japan, UA High. 

        Entering the building I make note of all the halls and where rooms are placed. The layout may be the same, but my memory was never good. I look down at the paper with directions Principal Nezu had given me to see where I went wrong and bump into someone as I walk. Both of us drop our papers and I feel myself stagger a little. I feel something wrap around me and see white bandage looking things around my shoulders. I look up and there’s a guy with long black hair and tired eyes staring at me. 

        “Oh sorry! I obviously wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking,” I muster out.

        “It’s okay just pay more attention,” he grunts and let’s go of me with his scarf thing. I squat down to pick up my papers and hand him his. 

       “You wouldn’t happen to know how to get to Principal Nezu’s would you?” 

       “I’m going there now.” He takes the papers and starts walking down the hallway. I stare for a moment then quickly walk to catch up to him. I take a moment to look more at the man and see he is wearing baggy clothes and looks like he just rolled out of bed. His hair hangs around his shoulders and his face is partially covered by the scarf. He very much gives off don’t-talk-to-me vibes so I stay silent for the walk. 

        When we reach the office he walks in and I go to take a seat in one of the hallway chairs. He raises an eyebrow and beckons with his head for me to follow still. Following, I breathe deeply and walk through the door. Inside, there is a panda mouse bear animal in a suit typing away at a laptop on the desk. He’s small and white and looks cuddly. Upon us entering, he looks up and smiles. 

       “Oh good! I see you two have met,” the animal speaks enthusiastically.

       “Not formally,” the guy I ran into mutters. 

       “I’m Rai Kotori. The new psychologist for the students,” I say to the both of them. The man scoffs.

        “I’m Principal Nezu, the one you’ve been corresponding with! And this is Shouta Aizawa, the teacher you will be working mostly with this upcoming school year!” Nezu stood and walked over to us. “I’m so glad you both arrived at the same time. I think this year's newest are strong but they will need extra guidance as well.”

       “If they don’t get expelled,” Aizawa mumbled.

       “I’m excited to start,” I say smiling at the two. 

       “I already reviewed my students' information and their test scores. Here are their backgrounds for you to look at.” Aizawa handed me the papers he had been carrying. I nodded and he looked at the clock on the wall.

        “Class starts soon.” He walks out of the office without another word. 

       “Good luck today Kotori!” Nezu calls as I once again follow the man. I find him already down the hallway. I struggle to keep up and after a few turns he crawls into a sleeping bag. I pause and look at him in confusion and he just zips it up more. I shrug and put the papers into my bag.

        “So where’s the classroom?” I ask. In response, the grown man, who looks to be my age, starts scooting down the hallway and towards a class room. I raise an eyebrow and follow him. He very obviously does not want to talk so I stay silent and run down the list of students in the class and their quirks. We arrived at the classroom not long after. The door was open and the voices of the children talking carried down the hall. 

        “I wonder what we’re doing today besides orientation? I wonder what our teacher is like? I can’t wait to meet everybody!” a high pitched voice exclaimed. 

        “If you’re just here to make friends then you can pack up your stuff now,” Aizawa stated dryly. The students stopped talking and turned around to look at us with shocked eyes. “Welcome to UA’s Hero Course.” The man on the floor then unzipped the sleeping bag slightly and sucked on an applesauce pouch and finished it in 2 seconds. All of us stared at him incredulously. He stood up and unzipped the rest of the sleeping bag. 

        “It took 8 second for you all to shut up. That’s not gonna work. Time is precious, rational students would understand that.” He stepped out of the sleeping bag. All of the students stared at him. “Hello, I’m Shouta Aizawa, your teacher.” After a stunned moment of silence he pulled out a gym uniform from his sleeping bag and told the class, “Right let’s get to it. Put these on and head outside.” I sighed deeply and then followed the exhausted man out to where he wanted the kids to meet us. 

        “So what are we missing orientation for?” I asked him as we walked.

        “I want to see what their quirks are like in action and how it affects them. If they can’t use them, and if they have no potential, then there’s no point wasting my time,” he huffed. I nodded and we sat on a bench until the students started showing up. Once all there, he explained what they would be doing. The girl, Uraraka I think, spoke up about missing the orientation. 

        “If you really wanna make the big leagues, you don’t waste time on pointless ceremonies. Here at UA we’re not tethered to traditions. That means that I get to run my class however I see fit.” A collective gasp went over the class. “You’ve been taking standardized tests most of your lives, but you never got to use your quirks in physical exams before. The country is still trying to pretend we’re all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. That’s not rational. One day the ministry of education will learn. Bakugo, you got the most points on the entrance exam. What was your farthest softball throw in junior high?” 

        “67 meters I think,” a blonde boy with a scowl on his face spoke up. So that’s the one Nezu wanted me to keep an eye on most this year. 

        “Right, so try using your quirk.” Bakugo stepped into the circle on the ground. “Anything goes, just stay in the circle.” He waited a moment or so. “C’mon, you’re wasting our time.” Bakugo wound up his arm and threw the ball using his fire to push it. Everyone was in awe. 

        As the class went around and did the different tests showing off their quirks, I sat on the bench taking notes. They all had varying personalities, some more concerning than others. I stop paying attention after a couple tests and focus on my notes. My attention is called back when I see Aizawa use his quirk on Midoriya. I can’t hear what they’re saying but Midoriya looks shaken up. I watch as he is released and Aizawa steps back. He comes over to me and sits down. 

        “Midoriya needs to get control over his quirk, otherwise he can’t help anyone,” Aizawa shared, leaning over to look at my notes. I added what he said along with some other notes. We both watched as the boy in question threw the ball. Midoriya focused his quirk into his finger and threw the ball just barely farther than Bakugo. We both smiled and continued on with the last test.

[dragonhrte]

Destiny? Chapter Four: Anywhere But Here

 Author's Note

This is one of my first fan fiction series. Also dark/ angsty themes, there's a lot of crap that goes down. Thank you so much for giving this work a read! Quick disclaimer, for all intents and purposes MHA/BNHA are not mine they do not belong to me. The manga and anime have inspired me to write this fiction and dialogue as well as events are given credit to the beautiful people who have blessed us with this series. Aside from standard story line events this work is mine.

Word Count: 1,834

Please note that

*abc* is a sound effect

'abc' is internal thoughts of whomever

"abc" is dialogue

(abc) is a side note from yours truly ;)

~Love, DragonHearte

I approach the school's gates the next day, or where the gates are supposed to be. There's a swarm of people surrounding them though, it'll be hard to get through. I wonder, 'What is all the excitement about?' I manage to push myself through to the gates. My attempt to break through the crowd was hindered by the elbows thrown and other people shoving through the mass of people. I pass by the currently occupied reporters, I'm in the homestretch when a reporter stops right in front of me, but to interview a different kid. I stand on my tip-toes and see, 'Oh, it's Bakugo.' I think to myself, pleasantly surprised to see him coming to school early. 'He seems the type to get to school late, he's got the whole delinquent vibe going on...' My thoughts are interrupted by the abrupt stop in what the reporter was asking. She then says, "You're the kid from the sludge villain incident!"

"BUZZ OFF!" is his response and storms away without answering her.

'The sludge villain incident? What could she possibly mean by that?' I have this tendency to look at my feet while I walk and think, so, I end up bumping into none other than the already ticked off Bakugo.

"Hey watch where you're walking!" He exclaims while continuing walking to the building.

"Sor-" The rest of the word dies on my lips as when I notice his presence is no longer there. I feel a flare of heat at my hip, and stare at his back for a second too long before continuing on my way to homeroom. I set my books down after getting to my seat, Mr. Aizawa jumps straight into things.

"I've seen the results from yesterday's exercise, grade-wise and All Might's evaluations. First off, Bakugo, you acted extremely childish, grow up."

Surprisingly, Bakugo responds with a simple and resigned, "Okay."

I raise my eyebrows at his tame response, it's been only two days since I've first encountered him, and even I can tell he was lacking in his usually explosive nature. I'm too caught up in my observation to hear what Mr. Aizawa said about Midoriya afterwards. Midoriya responds with a quick and determined, "Okay!"

Mr. Aizawa moves on and says, "We'll be voting on your class's president today."

All the kids in the class are jumping out of their seats and waving their hands wildly in the air. 'In my previous school, it was always a struggle to get students to volunteer for the class president role. Why's everyone so excited over such a normal classroom duty?' I think this to myself and turn to Midoriya who is also raising his hand and ask, "Why is everyone so excited to be elected to do something so boring?"

He says, "In normal schools, you would be right. But here, the class president gets to basically lead the class. Which paves the way for a top hero in the making."

A shout breaks through the chorus of voices, "Be quiet!"

Everyone stops their actions and turns to the source of the voice, Ida, who then says, "Since we are going to be voting in a Democratic fashion, it makes sense to also elect the class president through this method. Self-nominated individuals will be voted on through a ballot-like system. I propose anonymous votes as well."

"This is a classroom, not Congress!" Someone yells in response to Ida's statements.

Ida looks over at Mr. Aizawa and asks, "Will my proposal be accepted?"

Mr. Aizawa nods his head while getting into a yellow sleeping bag, the many bags under his eyes an indication of his ever-present exhaustion. "It doesn't matter to me how you figure it out among yourselves, as long as you decide before the period ends."

The class goes with Ida's idea, and the results are written on the board. The names and number of votes written side-by-side.

"I got three votes?" Midoriya says, clearly confused.

"I only got one vote?! Why did none of you extras vote for me?!" Bakugo exclaims, looking at the different members of his friend group. They respond to his question by avoiding eye contact, Kaminari can be heard saying loudly, "Wow, would you look at the tiles on the floor? They're so glossy. I can't seem to direct my attention towards anything but these super shiny tiles..."

A look of murder passes over Bakugo's face that seems to say, "Just wait until we're at the lunch table, you will hear an earful from me!"

Mr. Aizawa takes a look at the board and says, "Based on the votes, Midoriya will be class president with his three votes, and Yaoyorozu will be your class vice president with her two votes."

At lunch, I am sitting at the table in the corner. Still not alone, because the other classmates: Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, and Ashido have chosen to invade my lonesome table. Bakugo storms over to us with his ever-present, sour expression on his face, and plops himself onto a seat at the table. I immediately lower my head, and look down at the food on my plate, as I push it around on my plate I look at him through my lashes. I quietly observe while Bakugo starts to give the rest of the group a piece of his mind.

They simply look at one another, silent conversations passing in mere glances at each other. After a few moments of silence, Sero turns pleading eyes to me and asks, "Did you vote for him Schaffer?"

I don't respond, instead I look up from my plate and I notice his eye twitch in annoyance, so I stick my tongue out at him in return. I watch as Bakugo's face twists into more than a tad-bit of annoyance, and then get up from the table to dump my trash in the garbage. On my way there I say to myself, 'I couldn't lie to them, but I also don't want to feed his already large ego.' I shake my head at my childish behavior, the same childish behavior I had just called Bakugo out on. I head back to the lunch table.

*Vree*

There are siren sounds going off and an announcement through the loudspeakers tells us there is a level 3 breach of security. All of the students start to panic and head for the hallways and any other available paths to an exit. I stand frozen in panic and confusion for a fraction of a second, and then weave through the jumble of students in the direction of Ida. 'He seems like a leader-type. The class listens to him, maybe he knows what's going on?' I think to myself and then yell out my question to Ida, "Do you have any idea as to what a level 3 breach of security is?"

When I reach him, he says, "An upperclassmen just informed me that it means someone has broken into the building. Which is a rare occurrence due to the barrier around the school."

I nod my head and stay close to him as we move with the ocean of bodies into the hallway. I mutter to myself, "We need to figure out who exactly is the cause of the breach, and get everyone's attention. If we can look through that window over there, someone could probably identify the perpetrator...." I look at Ida and say, "Do you think you can-"

"I heard what you were muttering to yourself, and yes."

I watch Ida as he lets the crowd direct him toward the window, with his face partially squished against the glass I barely hear him over the clamoring voices of the students as they try to exit the building.

"It's the press from this morning! They're on the lawn outside!"

*Vree*

Another cycle of the sirens can be heard throughout the school, a frantic student body ensues. We try to calm them down with the newfound knowledge, but no one's listening they're all too caught up in the nearly impossible breach in security. I yell to Ida, "They're not listening! We need to think of a way to draw their attention to you!"

"What do you have in mind?!"

I look around the hallway frantically, going through all the possible options and then I spot the exit sign above the door, and then I yell to Ida, "I have an idea! Can you find a way to get over there?"

I point to the exit sign above the door, Ida nods his head. He says something to Uraraka, who then extends her hand. When their hands touch, Ida kicks off the floor and is sent floating up in the air. He quickly reaches down to the bottom of his uniform pants and pulls them up and over his ... calves. There are engine-like exhausts coming out of his calves. He pushes himself towards the exit sign from off the wall and shouts something out. I watch with amazement as he soars through the air, somersaulting a few times before grabbing onto a pipe above the sign attached to the wall, I nod impressed at his execution of the plan. Ida turns to the mass of now confused students, and proceeds to tell them the whole situation. Everyone has calmed down at this point and we are able to return to our regularly scheduled class. The police were called and the reporters were driven away. Midoriya and Yaoyorozu are standing in the front of the class to lead in the selection of the other student council members. Midoriya, a bundle of nerves says, "Instead of picking the other members now, I would like to hand the role of class president over to Ida. He showed excellent leadership in a situation where it was needed most."

My classmates chime in, saying they agree with Midoriya. We all look over at Mr. Aizawa for confirmation, he stares blankly ahead and states, "Whatever you choose doesn't matter to me, as long as it gets taken care of today."

Ida stands up while looking over at me and pauses, Bakugo turns his head to look at me slightly, and trying to appear uninterested, but he's curious nonetheless.

Ida, with conflicting emotions on his face, says, "I will..." that's when I nod my head yes, paired with an encouraging smile. I know where he's going with this, he wants to me to give him permission to be class president. Even though it's only been a couple of days, I can tell Ida is very honor-bound. He doesn't think it's okay for him to take credit for my initial plan, but he also wants to be a leader. I mouth to him, "I don't want it, go ahead."

The other students start to give Ida words of encouragement, sensing a bit of hesitation at the end of his acceptance. I look over at Bakugo, he simply quirks his eyebrow up and turns his head to fully facing the front of the classroom again.

Chapter Five: Out There