#kirishima undercut

[snarkyship]

The Bakusquad is well equipped

[sunkingwrites]

How the Bakusquad reacts to you getting an undercut

Featuring a gender neutral reader,, no pronouns are used

░▒▓█ DENKI KAMINARI █▓▒░

Denki is constantly rubbing and feeling up your undercut. Sero jokes that he might think it's a Genie's lamp- Denki starts talking about what his three wishes would be while you try to assure him that your head doesn't grant wishes.

He will find excuses to feel that yum yum undercut fuzz. "Oh hey man, what's that in your hair? Lemme get that for yah!" Proceeds to feel up and down the back of your head, even presses his cheek against it, laughing. It's adorable.. he stops when Bakugou calls him out and yells at him to "Stop being a fucking dumbass-!"

Won't stop saying, "I like ya undercut, G-"

░▒▓█ HANTA SERO █▓▒░

Sero thinks you look super cool with an undercut and will compliment you as soon as he notices it. "Woah dude, that undercut looks hella good on you! Maybe I should get one too- we could be matching. Might even look half as good as you~" 

You thought he wasn't being serious- just bringing it up to compliment you. So you don't end up thinking much about it.

He wasn't joking, though. And damn can Sero rock an undercut,, now Denki has more people's heads to rub.

░▒▓█ EIJIROU KIRISHIMA █▓▒░

Kirishima is one of the first people to notice your undercut. "Wow! Look at you go, nice undercut- can I feel it?" He's up from whatever he was doing in an instant with his arms out, grabby hands in full force. He has you in a big hug with his fingers scritchy scratching your neck and the back of your head.

The next day, you find him staring at you. When you ask him what's up, he replies with, "Dude, you're just so freakin' manly- I can't stop myself from staring, ya know?" You keep talking with him for a bit before he brings up hair dye. He offers to dye your undercut if that's something you might want and you say it's definitely something you'd be down for. You just need to think of a good colour, so you'll get back to him.

░▒▓█ KATSUKI BAKUGOU █▓▒░

Bakugou notices your hair after Kiri initially jumps up to check it out. He wants to feel your new hair too so he gets up and walks around to stare at it. It looks good, nice even lines- he doesn't know where you had it done and doesn't end up asking. 

Kiri catches him staring at the back of your head when he's done hugging and bares his teeth in a wide grin, "Looks like Bakugou wants a turn feeling you up too!" Bakugou looks like he's ready to smack Kirishima across the back of the head, "Shut up you idiot, and don't say it like that!" In an attempt to diffuse the situation, you take Bakugou's hand and move it to the back of your head. He scratches around a little, flashing you a satisfied smirk when he's done. "Pretty good," is all he says before passing you and Kiri in the direction of the kitchen.

░▒▓█ MINA ASHIDO █▓▒░

Is the person you had gone to ask for an undercut. She says you look AMAZING. So proud of herself when everyone compliments you, agreeing enthusiastically. 

Mina definitely helps you trim it every little while when it starts growing out. You mention to her that Kiri offered to dye your undercut and asks if she'll help/be moral support. She is so down, starts texting Kiri to plan as soon as she's finished trimming your undercut and wiping it with a damp towel. 

Anyway, what colour would you pick if you could have an undercut and get in dyed funky?

[ash-n-stone]

happy national coming out day! some notes about this:

they're second years

kirishima is 6 foot and still getting taller

bakugou is a gay trans man (also demiromantic/demisexual but i didn't want to make his outfit too busy)

bakugou is post-op for his top surgery :)

kirishima is unlabeled - he's only ever liked one person (he insists crimson riot doesn't count) and he's convinced that bakugou is The One so he doesn't really care what his sexuality is

they're in love and thriving

[serosblunt]

BakuSquad Boys: Showering with Them (Pt. 2)

BakuSquad x (Gender-neutral) reader

Characters: Bakugo & Kirishima

Warnings: None really; mentions of nudity and hints at spicier things.

Description: What I imagine showering with these two would be like, from how often they shower to skincare routines and fun little quirks they have :)

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Katsuki’s a neat freak, you’d known that since you’d first met the man. So his personal grooming routine shouldn’t have been any surprise to you. What you weren’t expecting was for him to be quite possibly the most hygienic person you’d ever met in your entire life.

As a general rule, Katsuki preferred showers to baths. He had never been a fan of the idea of just sitting there, floating in dirty water. He feels like he’s never really getting clean.

He’s not opposed to them entirely though. If it’s been a particularly long or arduous day, he’ll drag you into the tub with him, holding you tightly to his chest as you soak silently for a while.

Of course, he then needs a shower afterwards to get rid of those “damn germs.”

Besides his wavering affections with baths, Katsuki showers almost as soon as he feel dirty, but his bare minimum is twice a day. Damn the water bill, in his eyes it’s a necessity.

This is partly due to his quirk relying on the use of his sweat. By the end of his shift, he’s often soaking.

If he can, he’ll shower at the agency, but it feels weird not being in his own environment, with you, ready and waiting to comb his hair.

While he does have his undercut, his dad started balding at quite a young age, and the blond still wants to lose his hair by choice.

He would never admit this to anyone, and he may actually kill them if they found out, but he was incredibly grateful when you introduced the idea of rosemary oil into his routine. He then practically melted when you decided to take over combing through and massaging the oil into his scalp each night, deeming your boyfriend’s yanking of his roots too rough.

While Bakugo has a much more extensive haircare routine then he does skincare routine, that’s not to say that he doesn’t have one at all.

The nature of his quirk often means Katsuki returns home to you with scarred palms and dry skin.

Washing the soot and ash from his face usually happens in his nightly shower, something you have been known to assist with if his hands are blistering or he’s badly hurt that day- this is normally something you have to ascertain for yourself, your boyfriend’s stubbornness often defending his pride a little too well.

But even the explosive blond couldn’t deny that the known universe itself seemed to stand still as your hands ever so softly rubbed at his skin, afraid to hurt him anymore than the world already had.

A hydrating moisturiser is then applied to his face, and burn ointment and vasoline to his hands, as he grumbles about needing yet another pair of gloves.

A small price to pay for being the number two hero.

Katsuki can’t go through a day feeling dirty. He refuses to sit down or touch anything if he has just come back from patrol, and he’d sooner be caught dead then having left the house without showering. He knows from an outside perspective, his habits seem insane and his self-maintenance rigorous. But he can’t help but to let out a chuckle at those thoughts as he’s applying his chapstick for the night, catching a glimpse of your puckered lips in his periphery, demanding your ritualised kiss.

Ever the gentleman, Kirishima believes it is a man’s duty to stare lovingly (or otherwise if you permit it) at your partner as they’re in your presence, especially if you’re naked.

There is not a single part of your body that this man deems unworthy of being drooled over, kissed over, and otherwise admired until you smack him up the side of the head and call him a perv.

He’s honestly just honoured to even be allowed in the same room as you while you go through your own routine. Genuinely, he’s just in awe of you every moment of every day, and to tell you the truth, he’s not entirely convinced he’s not dating some sort of ancient beauty, the likes of which he could never know or hope to achieve.

Once the red head picks his jaw up from off the floor, having gawked at you a little too long, he’s all about setting the mood.

It doesn’t have to be a special occasion for him to woo you, it just comes naturally to him.

Roughly once a fortnight, sometimes more, you’ll come home from a long day to find the bathtub filled with bubbles, a pair of glasses waiting closely nearby, and an array of scented candles surrounding the already romantic scene.

The first time Eijiro surprised you with it, you begun to cry tears of happiness. The big lug practically had a heart attack right there, thinking he had offended you in some way.

Later, he presented you with a trio of both of your favourite smelling candles- sandalwood and vanilla.

You loved the sandalwood because it smelt like Eijiro, something you missed deeply on his long missions away. And he fell in love with vanilla when he realised how much the calming scent was intertwined in your lives.

To keep the house smelling nice, you’d often boil vanilla among other spices on the stove. To him, vanilla was home, it meant you and him in the place you built together.

So, he had the two scents mixed and made into a set of three custom pillar candles.

You would often look back and smile as you remembered him promising to “always keep them lit for you, and to use them specifically when pampering you and massaging your feet.”

So far Kirishima was yet to break that promise.

The red head didn’t have much of a preference between baths or showers, but being the sturdy hero, he often found he couldn’t fit comfortably in the confined space of a bathtub.

Ultimately, it made no difference as he just viewed the time as an opportunity to hold you close, planting occasional kisses to your forehead before he volunteered to take you through your usual shower routine.

It was through these experiences that your boyfriend learnt your biggest tell- if you ever elected to wash your hair yourself, something was wrong. But no matter, by the end of the night, you were always balled up in his arms, safe and sound.

It took a lot of convincing to get your brick wall of a boyfriend to try using a moisturiser, on both his face and body.

He had some delusion that the hydration would somehow make his quirk less effective, but you insisted his skin was begging for it.

To compromise, you tested his theory on Tetsutetsu, essentially his twin. To Eijiro’s shock, the improved health of his skin actually made his sharp edges even sharper.

You cherished your victory in silence, just happy to have roped him into step one of your planned five-part skincare routine for him.

He was sooo in for it.

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[kingkatsuki]

I feel like Bakugou is the worst kisser the first time you kiss him— and of course it’s not his fault, it’s his first time so the only experience he has is from watching those stupid romance movies that Kirishima is always playing, and that he’ll never admit he enjoys (don’t look for his romance books, he’ll deny it).

So when your lips meet for the first time you’re clashing horribly in a mess of tongues and teeth. Bakugou is a little too eager, a little too nervous as he almost surges forward hard enough to knock you backwards. His eyes clenched shut so tight his nose scrunches, immediately trying to push his tongue against your lips. You pull back with a smile as he stays still, his eyes still shut tight as though he’s petrified to look at you after. Your hands smoothing along his pectorals to try and calm him, to ease the tension rife inside him as he begins to relax.

Your hands slowly move higher as your fingers stroke along his collarbones, following a path up the column of his neck until you’re cupping his jaw. The slight stubble tickles your palms as your thumb brushes his eager lips, feeling him pout slightly as he kisses the pad. You’re trying to coax the nerves from him, but somehow this just makes everything worse. His heart hammers against his ribcage as he tries not to breathe all over you.

“There’s no rush,” You murmur softly as you pull his lips back to yours.

This time he lets you take the lead, following the soft movements of your lips as you slot perfectly against him. His hands are still balled in fists at his sides, as though he’s terrified that if he touches you, you’ll pull back again. But you ease his tension as you begin to curl your hands around the back of his head, nails scratching through the trimmed hairs of his undercut as you tilt your head. Deepening the kiss as your tongue swipes across his pursed lips, feeling Bakugou try to mimic your movements as he does the same. You’re grinning into the kiss now as you delve deeper, pushing through his parted lips as you hear a groan rumble deep in his chest. His touch becoming bolder as he moves his hands to your hips, rough fingers dipping into the curve of your hips harshly as you let out a soft gasp.

The small noise almost as Bakugou pulling away in panic, but your hands keep him steady, grounded, as you deepen the kiss. You’re intoxicating, and he’s unsure how much more he can take. The subtle taste of your lipgloss clouds his mind as he swipes his tongue against it, desperately trying to sample more as he tries to guess the flavour. Strawberry maybe? Or cotton candy? It’s saccharine, something he’d often say he doesn’t enjoy, but when it’s you it’s like the sweetest ambrosia. 

Bakugou is selfish. Somehow you’re giving him everything he can take and he simply can’t get enough, he wants more. Every single part of you, to leave nothing undiscovered. Groaning as he feels his cock begin to pulse beneath his sweats as you continue to brush your tongue against his own.

It’s pathetic really, how just from the slightest touch you have him acting like a horny teenager. It’s a kiss, one kiss, that’s made him like this. But it’s not any kiss, he supposes, it’s a kiss from you.

And you knew it too. You knew exactly what you were doing to him as you began to press hot, searing kisses along the column of his throat, allowing him the luxury of breathing once more. But Bakugou wonders if breathing is really worth it when his lips are no longer connected to yours?

You can feel his pulse point throbbing as you nip at the sensitive skin, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly, trying desperately to stop himself from falling deeper. But this is what you do— you make a mess of him. Memories of lying in bed as he fucks his fist to the thought of you, the thought of this. Leaving him panting against messy sheets as he dreams about this very moment. But his dreams are nowhere near as perfect as this, the touch, the feel, the smell are nothing like he’s ever felt before.

“Katsuki,” It’s the way you whisper his name like a prayer, a sound reserved for angels as he feels his body throbbing. Thick, blond lashes fluttering as his hips jerk forward, the hands gripping your hips begin to heat up as he can’t hold back any longer. A messy jumble of curses leave his lips as he feels your teeth bite down on the apex of his neck, your tongue sweeping against the sensitive skin as he lets the pleasure win. Canting his hips against your stomach as you feel him come undone, a drawn out breath spilling from his lips as he meets his end.

It’s pathetic really, the effect you have on him as he stands beside you on shaky legs, the warmth of his cum now soaking through his boxers as the wet material sticks to his skin. Shifting his hips as he tries to alleviate the sensation, but his cock remains painfully hard beneath the fabric. It’s as though even after all that, he was still not satisfied. It’s like no matter what, he’d never get enough of you.

But you know what they say, practise makes perfect.

[vlrspace]

cw: this is just a small fluff with a slightly bold! 3rd year deku. enjoyy

wc: 4.1K

an: first published fanfic ever, so i’m aware it isn’t the best but we’ll improve.

aizawa’s voice fills the room, most focusing and actually taking down notes, while some are trying to fight to stay awake and doodle. not that you’re dropping into the latter, but lately more and more rabbit like doodles fill up the margins of your book.

it isn’t necessarily that you aren’t listening to what aizawa is actually saying and you don’t care about your grades, but lately funny emotions are erupting in your heart and you’ve been feeling a little bit off.

you are well aware what these feelings are, what more like who causes them and how they were born. however the timing was quite bad, you would’ve been happier if these feelings would’ve come later. in the future when it’s easier to get over your probably unrequited feelings for a boy everyone adores. not that it’s a problem, of course everyone is adoring him, he’s such a sweetheart with a kind nature and his aspiration to become a hero is a huge influence to those around him.

honestly, you couldn’t blame midoriya izuku for being blessed with nothing but good traits. he’s always lending a hand if you’re in need of help with school or training. he’s asking how are you doing at every chance he sees you, gives you an ear if you want to talk, and often he circles his muscly arms around you to pull you closer to him if you need some comfort.

you often wondered if he treated everyone else like this or if it’s just you? although it’s better if that question remains unanswered for your poor little heart. you are already overthinking, your brain is like an ocean, overflowing with thoughts till you zone out completely. barely realising how mina came to stand beside your table asking you if you wanted to grab lunch.

“you have been in your own world lately” tsu says with slight concern laced in her tone. you shoot her an apologetic smile.

“i apologise, sometimes i get carried away and just zone out completely. i am not intentionally ignoring you girls” you beam, hoping your answer is enough for them to not continue on pressing the topic.

maybe though, your answer had been half a lie. you are somewhat ignorant when you’re day dreaming and zone out completely, hoping that the green haired hero-in-training wouldn’t talk to you unless necessary.

mainly, since your second and now your third year at u.a. started, izuku had been through a growing spurt. he’s no longer smaller than most boys in your class but he’s 6 foot something and his hair is tamed with a little undercut. he’s more buff, broader and easily towers over most, even if he doesn’t mean it to come off intimidating. to say he’s gotten hotter is an understatement.

of course, his personality hasn’t changed drastically but he grew a bit more confident in himself and bold as well. he’s still stumbling over his words at times and gets flustered with blood red cheeks but it’s getting rare.

“ohh, what’s on your mind (y/n)? do you want to talk about it?” ochaco offered, her cheeks flushed with slight redness as always as her eyes gazed on you warmly.

“it’s just school and training i guess” you answer softly as you all make your way down to the lunch hall. “thank you though” you give the girls a side hug as you all walk towards the lunch hall.

when you got there, the girls separated to walk towards their own little groups and you cluelessly stood there, not knowing who to join, you’re friends with everyone. without thinking you grabbed mina’s arm asking if you could join her and the bakusquad. she took a hold of your hand while grinning at you, she lead you towards their table.

“(y/n), it’s so good you’re joining us, we dared kaminari to eat bakugous usual lunch” kirishima laughs with sero, wiping their tears. at least jiro covers her mouth hiding her laugh.

so this is how lunch went, bakugou smirking victoriously, kaminari chucking water after water to sooth the spice left in his throat and the others chuckling and eating. plus the nagging thought at the back of your head that a pair of eyes are watching you from afar, but every time you looked around you didn’t see anyone. bakugou must’ve noticed this sitting next to you as he gave you a look.

“are you paranoid or something, shorty?” he smirks as he somewhat softly pushes your shoulder.

“no, i’m not! just my quirk is acting up.” you mumble looking down at your finished lunch. “anyways should we head back to class? the bell rings in a few minutes” you suggest as you start to stand up from your table and thankfully the others follow.

the second you get to class and take a seat, you let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding, and just as you were about to relax, izuku walks in with shoto, talking about something and his eyes find yours, giving you a wide smile.

oh no, now he’s walking towards you.

“are you alright (y/n)? ochaco and tsu told me during lunch that you’ve been kind of out of it because of school and training. is there anything i can help you with?” izuku stops next to your desk and gives you a wide smile, eyes bright green. why is he looking so intently in your eyes?

you swiftly collect yourself turning to look ahead of you thinking what to say without messing your words up before finally answering his question quietly.

“i’m alright, thank you” you turn to look up at him and he’s smile is smaller, eyes filled with concern. “are you okay?” you ask finally giving him a smile, but his answer goes unheard when aizawa walks in the room and izuku hurries to his seat, muttering a small sorry towards you.

for the second time today, you let out a sigh from deep within you.

nothing interesting happens after that, apart from you bolting from your seat towards the door and quickly make your way towards your dorm room. you catch up with studying and went on a small jog around campus. after a lovely shower, feeling so much better without all the sweat underneath your clothes, an empty stomach is the only thing stopping you from going to bed.

kaminari, sero, kirishima and mina are all shouting, seemingly in a harmless argument as you walk in the common room. you turn towards shoto who was leaning against the wall and ask him what is all the commotion about. he gives you a gentle smile while explaining how the four is arguing about what movie to watch, all four having different ideas in mind. you let out a small laugh, and you start engaging in a small conversation with the bi coloured boy.

the feeling of being watched is returning and you looking around, subtly not wanting to catch shoto’s attention. again, nothing seems to be out of place. maybe you are being paranoid just like bakugou said.

your conversation with shoto is cut off when you feel a presence behind you, causing shoto to look up from you and you turn around. izuku is standing behind you, he’s smiling like always but he’s eyes look a tad different, darker. but it’s probably from the lighting, he’s looking down at you and it’s his hair, shadowing his eyes. yes that’s it.

“the others decided on the movie we are watching. lets go and sit down.” izuku’s hand is already on your lower back, gently pushing me towards the sofas.

“oh okay, what movie are we watching?” you ask, turning slightly towards him, hoping he doesn’t see the slight blush on your face.

izuku answers your question, as you both sit at the edge(!!) of the sofa, ochaco turns to you excitedly, explaining how one of the actors is her celebrity crush. the lights get turned off while you’re focused on your conversation with her, mainly because izuku is sitting next to you, your heart is going wild, you hope he doesn’t hear it, the butterflies in your stomach are doing flips and you feel sick just from the sitting next to him. you got it bad for the green haired male, but you’re only just realising how bad it is.

izuku on the other hand, he isn’t any better than you. he got his eyes on you for a while now, and is absolutely smitten by you. he thinks you’re absolutely stunning, everything about you is pretty (according to him, pretty doesn’t even come close to how good you look - that’s what he said to the dekusquad), but he’s even more attracted to how amazing you are on the inside. you’re smart, considerate and kind to everyone, you’re helpful, a good listener and so on.

he loves being around you, being with you, having you around, he yearns for you, he wants to touch you, hold your hand, kiss your lips, stroke your cheeks, holding you in his arms. he wants to take you out on dates, study with you, train with you, introduce you to his mum, just spending more time with you would make him the happiest man alive.

izuku is more than aware of the fact that everyone in the class knows about his crush on you. he’s thankful that no one said a word about it to you though. what makes him a little bit worried is that no one seems to know if you got a crush on anyone, you always seem so indifferent when the topic is brought up. he would totally understand it as well if you tell him that you don’t feel the same.

at the same time, izuku knows that if he wants to get answers and even if there is a slight chance of you liking him, he needs to step up his game. so after a few pep talk with his renewed friend kacchan and girl best friend ochaco, he became a bit bolder when it came to interacting with you. hugging you, lingering touches here and there and after seeing how you reacted the first few times, he continued on.

because honestly, you look so cute with the slight blush on you cheeks and the way you shyly smile and look away from him. so when the movie is halfway in, he puts his arm on the couch behind your head, causing your side pressing against his toned torso. izuku can feel you stiffen slightly but after a while you ease up and lean back to him, not fully but it made izuku’s heart beat faster and his cheeks are slight flushed. ochaco gives him a quick look with a tiny smirk before turning back towards the tv.

izuku hopes he hasn’t ruined anything between you two with this, but he would’ve talked to you tonight either way about how he’s feeling. he also didn’t want kacchan to tell you about his feelings because the ash blonde boy was too tired of hearing about the lovesick thoughts his friend (we all know they are!!) bombarded him with. he also knows that you’ve been somewhat avoiding him for some reason, he’s not an idiot and his heart can’t take it anymore.

so tonight, izuku will confess to you and he hopes you’ll accept him.

as the movie is coming to an ending, the lights come back on, izuku’s arm is still behind you with his hand now slightly next to your face. you’re heart is beating even faster, knowing that this display will be seen by all of your classmates. on your right, izuku doesn’t seem all that fazed, talking with ochaco, tsu and iida about the movie. for some reason that makes you blush so very dark, you can practically feel your face growing hot at how he’s not afraid of others seeing you two like this.

a hand is slightly brushing against the edge of your shoulder and you turn around to face izuku, who’s looking down at you, beaming.

“what did you think of the movie?” he’s gently stroking your shoulder now, his eyes only focusing on you.

“ah uh, the movie was, uh very good. i enjoyed it a lot” you stutter ripping your eyes away from him but before you could say anything else, you hear a few snicker from next to you causing you to look around the room. everyone is looking at you excitedly, some are smirking and mina is holding her phone towards you and izuku.

oh no, she must’ve taken a picture.

you turn swiftly to look at izuku, who’s looking at you, his face calm, eyes warm and somewhat lidded, lips curled in a small smirk. your eyes are wide in contrast and your lips form a small ‘oh’. your face definitely looks like a tomato, you’re sure of that, you let a nervous laugh.

“i’m going to go to the bathroom” you excuse yourself as you stand up, already missing the warmth of izuku’s hand on your shoulder. you hear someone call after you, but you are almost running towards the elevators at this point to get to the safety of your room.

the second you walk through your door, you rush in and flop on your bed and grab your pillow, shouting into it. now for sure everyone know about your feelings for izuku and you’re even more confused about what he’s feeling towards you at this point, but at the same it felt so good being so close to him. is there actually a chance that he feels the same as you?

while you’re planning on hiding away in your room forever, a knock is heard on your door.

“it’s open” you mumble from under your pillow, not even bothering to see who came in.

“hey girl, did i take it too far?” you feel the bed dip as mina lays down beside you. you take the pillow from your face and throw it at hers, she catches it and laughs.

you turn towards her, eyes a bit glossy but you give her a smile. “no you didn’t, just…you see, uh” you trail off not knowing how to tell her your feelings for izuku. after a few minutes she starts talking.

“i know that someone is going to confess to you tonight” you sit up as soon as you hear that and look at her with the widest eyes ever “but you never told us who you have a crush on or if you even like someone, you know.” she sits up too and starts stroking your arm, it doesn’t feel as good as izuku’s. “i don’t want to put you and the other person into an uncomfortable situation so please tell me (y/n)”

this took you off guard, you never expected anything like this. someone in your class likes you, and you hope it’s izuku. you’re kind of hesitating to tell mina about your crush though. it’s not that you don’t trust her, you simply have a hard time opening up about it.

“i like izuku.” your voice is so small, she can barely hear it. mina can barely contain her smile though, she needs to go through this without letting you know anything. the others are probably having a harder time with izuku anyways, who’s downstairs having a crisis.

izuku freaked out the second you left, knowing he messed everything up and took it too far. everyone was trying to calm him down while he held his face in his hands. izuku loved having you so close to him in the past hour, you felt so warm and soft, but he never meant to make you feel like you had to run away from him because you didn’t like being around him

suddenly kirishima swings his arm around him as he plops down on the armrest. his phone is open in the messages app and shows izuku the last message. izuku reads it, his thought going wild and so is his heart, he cannot believe it.

meanwhile, mina puts her phone away, while you put yourself together a bit. you often turn to look at her and she gives you a reassuring smile. she knows you must be a little bit confused and anxious what the rest of the night will bring you, but she also knows that by the end of the night, you’ll be the happiest human alive, that alone made her happy.

“okay, i think i’m ready to go back” you stand in front of your door, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “i hope the others won’t be mad at me for storming out”

“no need to worry about that babes” mina hugs you then you two leave your room, her arm linked with yours.

when you reach the common room, everyone is talking and some of the boys are playing games, like nothing happened. kirishima came up to you two, taking you both under his arms.

“you two will miss out on the competition. we are trying to find who’s the king of mario kart-“ “it’s me you idiots” “of course you are bakubro! i feel like he’ll blow up the console if he doesn’t win” kirishima whispers the last bit to you two, causing you all to snicker.

you feel like you’re being watched for the third time today and suddenly you’re reminded about what happened not just long ago. you look around to see if izuku is still around or maybe you completely ruined everything and now he doesn’t want to talk to you or be around you. before worry could fill you up, your eyes meet with his emerald ones from the same couch you two were sitting on. you shot him a small smile and he’s eagerly sending you one back and then you turn your attention back towards mina and kirishima, trying to focus on them.

ten minutes later, you are somewhat engrossed in the conversation about music with jiro, you feel him before he makes himself known, jiro excuses herself quickly as you turn to look up to izuku from your seat. he gives you a warm smile, but his eyes are nervous, voice a bit shaky when he asks you “let’s go and talk somewhere private, yeah?”

you only nod, following him outside and into the back garden of the dorms and you two take a seat on the bench, facing the building. there is a slight tension, and it’s a bit uncomfortable for you both but then izuku starts speaking.

“i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable during the movie or any other time” he starts of quietly “i didn’t mean any harm, ever, i just wanted to be closer to you. you always make me feel so warm and happy like i’m always on cloud nine (9). you’re so amazing, smart, kind and pretty too! “you turn towards him, indecisive if it’s a good thing that he says all of this or a bad thing and he’s about to reject you. either way your heart is in your throat “oh my, you’re so pretty, i always dream about you. i ache for you (y/n), every time we are together i feel whole. i admire you for your patience towards others, your drive to be a hero and you always know how to make someone smile. i will make you smile every day too, if you take me (y/n), i adore you so much, i feel like i’ll burst” he ends his confession and turns your way, eyes teary and cheeks red, you haven’t seen izuku like this in a while.

the person mina said will confess to you tonight is izuku, you have a fat crush on izuku! now that’s mind blowing.

your thoughts are everywhere and nowhere, and you know the longer you stay silent and the worst izuku will expect to happen. you gather your thoughts as fast as you can and turn fully towards him.

“i adore you so much too izuku” your words are barely audible, he can barely make it out what you’re saying, but when he does, his eyes go wide and you let a giggle out. that seems to bring him back, giving you a small smile. “we could burst together” it comes out more of a question, you’re returning his smile.

at that his smile gets wider and circles his arms around you, pulling you extremely close. he tucks his face into your neck and you swear you feel tears running down from his face. when he pulls away, one of his hands find the side of your face, and presses his lips on yours. your arms round his neck and fingers disappear in his curls, his hands make their way down to your hips. his tongue swipes across your lower lip, asking for permission and you gladly gave it to him.

izuku didn’t intend on leaving your lips till you both are breathless but you leave first, making him chase after your lips and you let out a soft giggle, which makes him smile. you pull away a bit to look up at him, still not believing that he feels the same way as you. you take in his face, eyes lidded and dark, face slightly red and lips plump, slightly wet. he leans in a gives you a long peck before pulling away, moving so you sit on his lap. you play with the curls on top his head, seemingly deep in thought and izuku decides to pop the question.

“i would really like it if you became mine” he whispers, one his hand finds its way to you cheek again, caressing it. the smile on your face becomes bigger, looking at those emerald eyes that swirl in nothing but pure love and adoration.

“i would love that” you give your answer, which he was probably waiting for, quite long time. the second the words leave your lips, he stands up and twirls you two around, making both of you laugh. he sets you down on the ground and kisses you again, this time with more passion. “let’s go back inside, mina’s and ochaco’s eyes will pop if they stare out on the windows any longer” you snicker.

izuku takes a hold of your hand and you walk next to each other, both of you still trying to process everything that just happened. when you woke up, you did not expect tonight turn out this way. you look down at your fingers being laced with his, and trying not blush at the fact how his fingers were twice the size of yours.

when you two arrive back at the common room, everyone is pretending like they are doing something but when they see your hands, the girls crowd around you, all of them giving you a hug, while the boys shake izuku’s hand. the girls bring you aside, asking you to tell them everything because they did see bits, but didn’t hear anything. you gently squeeze izuku’s hand, silently letting him know that you’re leaving and he squeezed your hand back with a smile.

you’re in the middle of the story, the girls surrounded around you as you all took up a whole couch the farthest one away from the boys, when you feel like you’re being watched again and this time you found who the pair of eyes belong to.

izuku is sitting on the couch, all of the boys around him as well and they are all talking to him but his eyes never leave you. izuku couldn’t even focus on anyone else right now even if he tried, he feels like he’s high on ecstasy. the girl he’s been pining for a year now, wants him as much as he wants her. he’s yearning for real this time, and he know he won’t be able to get enough of her soft lips, gosh he’s thinking about kissing them right now. when he had you in his lap, so close to him, he wishes he could hold you just as close again. the butterflies in his stomach must be rioting because when you look back at him, he knows you feel just like how he does.

and you never felt so safe and loved under a gaze like that before.

(a few days later, izuku’s background on his phone changed from all might to the picture mina took of the two of you)

[halt-kun]

My Hero Academia Chapter 428 - A girl who loves to smile

So I think we left with some groupies fan of Shouto, Deku and Katsuki

Oooooh Some guys are there too in the end

yes, swarming people can't lead to proper interactions

Bakugo is a snitch hahahaha

The title suggests we are going to see Toga (so she survived ?)

And yes Shinsou, he likes being admired but in term of social interactions, he tends to avoid crowds usually

Go back to your class, you vile villains running in the corridors

That also might be because he's gay Izuku

but I digress

talking about gay fellas, you have one Deku

maybe it's the undercut, or maybe it's your build, but your target audience might end up being girls and gays

Izuku is thinking about Spinner

but yes some people also got inspired by your actions

KIRISHIMA interacting with BAKUGOU

AGAIN

hzebhcbhsdbcj

I love them

anyway, Ochako is going to have some focus as I expected, we need more girls being celebrated here

LET'S REBUILD TIME

thank god Aizawa is their head teacher

let them recover and rest mentally and physically first

they're teens, not adults

even as adults they would need some alone time

Kirishima is the best as always

I'm glad Suneatear is finding jobs in this economy

fresh out of high school too

Well Jeanist, sometimes injuries are long lasting

AND EDGESHOT IS ALIVE WTF

Anyway Katsuki's new scars are nice too

LETTING HIM CARRY LIGHT STUFF IS THE RIGHT CHOICE

hehehehe he smiles

our girl Ochako is so cool look at her

They came around, the civilians

niiiiiiiiice

what is that cementoss

don't tell me it's journalists ????? or class 1-A or B ?

Yes they are intense first years but of course after such events, the one trying for a hero school would be motivated to help rebuild and change society for the better

That's rich coming from you Kiri

Yes they ARE

Is she enjoying life or putting on a front while thinking about Toga ?

Putting on a front it is

I would need my friends more than my parents in these circumstances I think

OH SO THAT'S WHY NOBODY CARED ABOUT YOU AMONG THE BIG FIGHTERS ?

I thought they were just being misogynistic

I understand being gloomy about Toga, nobody ends up caring about her too then ?

But you can ruin the mood ! YOU HAVE TO RUIN THE MOOD !

they care about you too

talk about your feelings

Tearing up now

it's okay to seek help Ochako

after all who saves the one who saves heroes ???

Romantic get together next chapter ?????

Horikoshi is always so good at drawing facial expressions

[dekuscheripop]

HOW TO STEAL A MAN part 1

Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako, Kaminari Denki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags:

Comedy, Romantic, Comedy, Drama, Slapstick, Single Parent Bakugou Katsuki, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Stealing of body fluids, Out of Character, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Not Mpreg but with child, there is no cheating.

Single father Katsuki.

His son is 5 and a rascal that thinks he should have a lover because "Dada looks lonely."

His son ran off one day at the mall and after a panicked search the boy came back dragging someone in his tiny hands.

"Dada this one! This one, I found you a love love."

Katsuki sees shining emerald eyes and dusting of cocoa on cheeks

Katsuki sees Deku and wants to faint.

Deku was his first love, a love since kindergarten that never came to be. Especially since Deku migrated to America after they graduated college.

So back then Katsuki took whatever he could since he couldn't have Deku's love.

His sperm.

Katsuki had so secretly stolen sperm from Deku and brought it to a surrogate to have Deku's child.

Now here was Deku back after 5 years.

He was fucked for three good reasons, so so fucked because,

1 - his child looked so happy holding Deku's hand.

2 - Seeing Deku again after a long time made him realize he was still so in love with the damn nerd.

3 - Deku is already married.

He was standing behind the ice cream booth that had 201 flavors while in his hand was the god forsaken flavor of spicy chocolate mint cream that his son loves so much. The stuffed rabbit backpack that was too small and too tight over his shoulder looked so out of place along with the ice cream on him. There were the toilet papers on his other hand too.

To be fair Katsuki did not look his best today. It's supposed to be just a trip to the mall to buy toilet paper and some ice cream as per his son's request. Just an ordinary day, supposed to be an ordinary day.

So he wore his comfortable off white t-shirt that was already baconed on the collar and sleeves and his faded khaki cargo shorts, and the finale was the gift from Kirishima, red crocs shoes on his sock feet.

In short he looked like a disaster. At least his son looked cute in his black shirt under an orange overall.

Of all the days that he isn't in his suit and tie and leather shoes it had to be the day his son dragged his wet dream back into his life.

Deku. fucking Midoriya Izuku is hand in hand with his son. Fucking Midoriya Izuku at 5’11, in a tight black turtle neck long sleeve shirt and equally tight denim jeans. His wavy green hair in an undercut.

If Katsuki thought of him as a wet dream back in college then today it's a raging flood of a fantasy!

But his libido wasn't the main problem as of now. It's the fact that his son is with his biological dad! The one who Katsuki stole his sperm from!

Plus he looks like shit infront of his long time crush for fucks sake!

Katsuki is sweating buckets.

“Dada, I found you a love love!” His son, Kiyoshi, repeated, large red eyes shining and his freckled cheeks in a light blush on how happy he is.

“Love love? Well, aren't you cute for a kidnapper?”

Katsuki's knees buckled at the sweet yet deep voice, like smooth honey whiskey going down his throat and going right down his whole body. It's been so long since he heard that voice. Why the fuck is he salivating?

“You shouldn't be giving your dada any problems, little guy.” Deku kneels in front of Kiyoshi, patting his head with his big scarred hands.

Deku hasn't seen him yet.

Maybe if he grabs his son and runs like mad he can save himself.

“Let's go say sorry to your dad now.” Deku stood up and faced him and those emerald eyes grew wide.

It was too late.

“Kacchan?”

Deku saw him in all his ugly glory.

Fuck. Great tutuly dudally fuck.

“Deku.” The name slips out of his mouth easily.

“Hi. It's been so long.” Still holding Kiyohi's hand, Deku walks towards him, it was a picture scene. Green wavy hair with blonde wavy hair, green doe eyes with red doe eyes and the same flock of freckles on fair skin, hand and hand walking towards him.

It was overwhelming.

Deku was in front of him now, Katsuki felt giddy. He likes to deny the fact that he is thrilled that he was still taller than Deku by half a head.

“How have you been?” He asked, looking up at Katsuki with the happiest smile.

“I'm good.” He could only reply courtly, scared that he might blurt out something wrong. He hopes his expression was giving him away.

“Yeah I can see that.” Deku says, still not removing eye contact.

Katsuki winces at his comment. What part of him looked good damn it. If anyone looks good here it's Deku and damn does he look way too fine.

Their eyes are stuck on each other, drawn in as if they were the only ones in the world.

Time seemed to have stopped as he stared into those deep pools of liquid emerald eyes.

“Dada?”

The small voice cut them off whatever trance they had.

Deku looks down at the small hand tugging at him. Katsuki could have sworn there was a flicker in his eyes. On edge and muscles tense, Katsuki becomes nervous. Did Deku notice? Did he figure it out?

“So this is your son?” Deku asked, bending down and lifting up the small child into his arms. Katsuki felt his heart constrict painfully just looking at them. There was something growing inside, something heavy and bitter, guilt.

“Yeah! I’m Dada’s but with no Mama! So Dada is lonely, so mister needs to be with dada so he won't be lonely!” Kiyoshi lifts his hands up in declaration in a loud voice.

“Oi brat!” Katsuki reprimanded his son, his face was burning red from embarrassment.

He takes him from Deku’s arms and scolds him but the small child just huffed.

“But it's true. Dada is lonely.”

“Where did you learn to talk back?”

The two bickered back and forth like both were like small children.

There was a melodious sound of laughter coming just beside him. Deku was laughing hard, almost hunched over holding his stomach.

“He’s definitely your son Kacchan. He’s just like you.” Straightening himself up and wiping the tears from laughter from his eyes;

Deku pats Kiyoshi’s fluffy head. Kiyoshi preens at the attention.

The weird flicker in Deku's eyes was gone, he seems to be more happy after all that laughter.

“Mister mister I like you! I think Dada will like you too so you need to-mmph.” Katsuki stops his sons from talking,

muffling his mouth gently as he could but god damn it why is his child such a loud mouth?

"Ok." He says with a drawn out voice. "It was nice seeing yah but we gotta go. This guy needs to poop. So bye." Katsuki hurriedly turns around, not caring for Kiyoshi's muffled protest

and not even looking at Deku's eyes as he tries to speed walk away from his biggest problem.

"Kacchan wait!"

Katsuki does not. He walks faster.

It should be fine. Deku would probably go back to the US soon and they won't meet up every again.

It hurts to think about it but it would be a disaster if he stayed.

"I've transferred back here for work. So I hope I'll be seeing you often, Kacchan!"

Oh fuck. Great tutuly dudally fuck.

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She just wanted to enjoy her fresh hot Takoyaki. Delicious Takoyaki. Just what she wanted and just what she craved. It was the last piece.

Picking it up with her chopsticks towards her awaiting mouth. A perfect treat.

Her door flew open with a bang.

"Ochako!"

"Ahhhhh!"

Bang went to the door and bang went over her nerves from too much coffee this morning. Up her Tokoyaki went to the ceiling and stayed there like a half disco ball of carbs and octopus meat.

The two people stare at the new decor impassively then stare at each other.

"You owe me."

"Whatever! I have a bigger problem!"

What could be more of a bigger problem than her food!

"You owe me an order of Takoyaki!"

"Alright alright! I'll buy you one later. Just listen to me!"

"No later. Now!" She was really pissed. That was her last ball with the biggest piece of octopus and the most sauce!

"Oh my god, fine. It's just at the corner anyway. Just listen, yah."

They walked out of her house. Ochaco was still angry and puffed her cheeks.

She really wanted that last price but instantly felt better at the prospect of a new batch.

"So what's this all about barging into my place?" He asked as they were about to make a turn at a corner.

There was a deep exhale and that's when Ochaco knew this wasn't just something trivial.

"He's back."

"Huh?"

"Deku's back!" Her best friend Bakugou Katsuki almost screamed.

Stopped, frozen and wide eyed.

"No."

"Yes."

"Oh my god. You are fucked! And I don't mean it in the oohh ahhhh kind!"

"Shut up!"

Ohhh but how could she shut up? Katsuki was having a life crisis while Ochako… Ochaco was having the time of her life!

"I told you this was gonna bite you back in the ass!"

She had long warned him way back after Katsuki suddenly barged into her home with an ice box and eyes crazy wide.

///"I stole his sperm!"///

Damn if that didn't traumatize her. Thank heavens she vehemently refused to be the surrogate mom for his craziness.

The surrogate was someone abroad that this crazy ass rich bastard paid millions on.

But don't get her wrong, she loves Kiyoshi with all her heart but damn if she hadn't been waiting for this moment to arrive.

"I told you so."

Oh how it felt good to finally say those words. She is having a blast.

"Shut up. I thought this was never going to happen!"

Ochaco beckoned Katsuki to start walking again. He still owes Takoyaki after a.

"Pfft. Now what are you going to do? He's married already isn't he?"

"That's what I heard. Ochako I-"

"Kacchan."

Kacchan?

Ochaco sees Katsuki turn deathly pale then to a light pink, pink, darker pink to a deep blush.

She looked straight ahead and just before the Takoyaki booth was a man so fine she wanted to sing a damn gravy tik tok song out loud.

Wait, did Katsuki just say Deku?

Her round eyes were about to bulge out of their sockets. This guy was Midoriya Izuku a.k.a. Deku.

No wonder he stole sperm from this guy! He's hot as fuck. Ochaco would too if she wasn't a full out lesbian.

"You're here for Takoyaki too? The booth is still here after all these years huh. Just like back in highschool we used to eat here often."

The Deku guy passed by Ochaco and went straight for Katsuki. It was like he didn't see him at all.

"Deku." Was all Katsuki said. Ochaco stared hard at the wobbly expression her best friend had. She wished she could take a photo but she left her phone at home. Damn.

"I didn't get to ask earlier but I was wondering if you would have dinner with me this Friday? Just to catch up on everything."

She saw how Katsuki's normal mean eyes were wide like saucers.

"You can bring Kiyoshi with you. He is so adorable."

How his brows shut up and how the normal loud and rude Katsuki was silent with his long term crush being so near. It was a disaster.

Ochaco was living for it. Her smile was so self satisfied.

"Can we Kacchan? For old times sake?"

Katsuki was about to faint. Deku grabbed his hands with his own.

"Please." And gave him the puppy dog eyes.

He was doomed.

He nodded.

He was so fucking doomed.

"Thank you Kacchan." Deku still hasn't let go of Katsuki's hand, instead he gave him a brightest purest smile.

Ochaco and Katsuki were blinded. Damn gravy so clean and delicious! Oh but this one does have a missus. Too bad.

Ochaco will just have to appreciate the disaster truck of her best friend as it is.

"Oh you have someone with you."

Deku finally notices her and all she could do was smile even though she was completely ignored just earlier.

"I'm Midoriya Izuku and you are?" Deku raised his hand to shake in introduction.

"Ah I am-"

"She's Uraraka Ochaco!"

Ochaco had pulled away and was now in front of Katsuki as he had grabbed her arms. Showing her off to Deku like some kind of livestock.

"She's Kiyoshi's mom! So she has to come with us to dinner with Kiyoshi!"

The Takoyaki vendor dropped a ball on the pavement. So did Ochako's jaw.

She was frozen but slowly her head turned behind Katsuki, her soon to be ex best friend

The guy just mouthed sorry at her.

"Oh. I see."

She turns back to the sound of Deku and froze up like a rock during winter.

His bright green eyes have turned dark all the while looking at her. What is that?!

Oh great tutuly dudally fuck.

She is going to kill Katsuki.

TBC.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

I'll Show You “Uptight” (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Adult!Bakugou x Black!Fem!Reader (Coworkers to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which a very pissed and very emotionally frustrated Bakugou decides he’s not going to let you get away with your lip that easily and pays you a visit one girls’ night to prove to you that he is, indeed, able to be “looser” after you make a drunk comment about his introverted and uptight personality to your mutual friends and Kirishima “accidentally” spills the beans. 

Story Warnings: Smutty smut (MINORS DON’T READ), 18+, AgedUp!Bakugou (he’s 25 years old), Swearing, Grinding, Public Displays of Affection, Mentions of & Consumption of Alcohol, Consensual Sex w/ Verbalization, Foreplay, Public Kink, Manhandling, Mild Degradation, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink, Spit Play, 69ing, Facefucking, Safe Sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Edge Play, Spanking, Mild Choking, MULTIPLE Positions, MULTIPLE Orgasms for Reader, Aftercare, Reader is black-coded but anyone can read this 

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you! 

Writer’s Note: Was throwing my hips & ass around to some dancehall while writing this. Listen to "Girls Dem Sugar" by Beenie Man ft. Mya if you want to visualize this chapter. Or listen to this playlist here and imagine getting railed by Bakugou to it like I did :) AND GO TOUCH SOME GRASS -Jazz

Ao3 link here!

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.

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Chapter Four

To have felt as joyful and as free as you did dancing with your friends should have been illegal. 

You felt that nothing could touch you, even as you bent over and popped your ass, bringing out all of the tricks you kept in your dance bag. The girls were beyond impressed, smacking your ass and hyping you up. “Daaaamn, Y/N!” Mina shouted. “Your ass is just too much! I’m so jealous!” 

“Right?” Toru agreed as Uraraka nodded, flushed in the face from the alcohol and the dancing. “Can you teach me your ways?” You had giggled, feeling warm from your friends’ appraisal and words of encouragement. 

“Maybe you can teach me too?” another voice came, this one unfamiliar to you and obviously male. You turned around to find a stranger standing behind you. He wasn’t bad-looking, but his energy made you nervous. He stood a little too close and his smile was anything other than kind. Mina, Uraraka, and Toru immediately ceased their dance moves and moved a little closer to you, looking at the guy with unease. 

“Oh!” you replied, startled by his presence. “Uh…” You didn’t know whether to say yes or no, the alcohol clouding your senses and making you a bit slow. Before you could politely refuse, someone else, someone very unexpected, did it for you. 

“Back off,” he growled, anger bubbling beneath the surface of his tone. “She’s mine.” 

The stranger’s tone was enough to make the guy stop in his tracks. When you turned around, you found that the stranger was not a stranger at all. In fact, you knew him very well. “K-Katsuki?!” you stuttered out. 

If it weren’t for the arms sinewy with muscle and tatts, that pierced earring that always got you going, blonde undercut with the buzzed sides, and vermillion eyes glaring daggers at the guy, you would not have known it was Dynamight himself. He looked so different out of his hero uniform, especially in casual clothes. The red V-neck he wore hugged his upper torso nicely, snug against his abs and pecs, and his jeans seemed to beckon your eyes downward where it was forbidden. 

Damn, he looked good! 

“And who are you?” the guy asked, squinting at Bakugou challengingly. Either he was too drunk or stupid to realize he was talking to a pro or he was just being an ass. 

Either way, Bakugou wasn’t having it. He practically moved you aside as he got up in the guy’s face, his death stare never faltering. “Same guy who’s gonna make you see God early if you don’t get out the way,” he growled in a dangerously-low tone. “You really wanna try me tonight, bitch?” He lifted one hand in a warning, sparks crackling in his glistening palm. “I dare you.” 

The guy wasn’t up for fucking around and finding out, so he dipped, quickly leaving the dance floor. Bakugou lowered his hand and glanced at you, his eyes softening somewhat but that unreadable look still on his handsome face. You’re too stunned by his presence to even speak. 

“Well,” Mina giggled, a hand on her hip. “look who decided to come outside finally.” 

“And crash our girls’ night!” Toru scoffed teasingly. “So rude!” 

Bakugou barely spared them a glance, his eyes still on you. “The guys are here if you extras wanna tear into them too,” he asked, jutting a chin at the bar where, in fact, Kiri, Denki, and Sero were busy harassing Momo, Tsuyu, and Jirou with their dance moves and tipsy antics. 

Mina paused for a moment, her eyes switching between Bakugou and you like two gold ping-pong balls. Finally, she smirked. “We just might,” she purred. “Come on, girls. Let’s give them some privacy.” She gave you a wink before hooking her arm with Uraraka and Toru. 

“Wait!” you weakly said, but they were already leaving you…alone…with Bakugou in the middle of a club dance floor. The alcohol seemed to make his presence that much more intimidating as he stood before you, close enough to touch you but also giving you enough space to not feel boxed in. 

He stared down at you, giving you an amused smirk. “What’s up, ma?” he asked curiously. “You good? You seem scared.”

The nickname he used for you made your clit jump embarrassingly in your panties. He’s never used that one on you before. Shit, he’s barely even spoken to you like this! “What are you doing here?” you asked, finally finding the courage to speak. 

Bakugou stepped closer to you, making your heart go into hyperdrive. “I’m here for you,” he said boldly, his eyes never leaving yours. 

You were dumbfounded, words dying in your throat. He quirked a brow at you, scoffing incredulously. “What? Don’t have anything to see after talking shit to my friends?” 

You blinked, still taken aback by his closeness and his making conversation with you. “W-What are you—?” 

He cut you off by stepping a bit closer, nearly closing the gap between you. As he did, you were aware that the song switched to one of your favorites–“Girls Dem Sugar” by Beenie Man with Mya’s sweet, soft voice floating over the track as the DJ dipped into his 90s dancehall bag. Bakugou bent down to whisper in your ear, his lips nearly at your cheek. 

“So I’m uptight, right?” he whispered. “You really think that about me?” 

Your eyes widened. Shit. You were caught. You knew you never should’ve said shit at that dinner. Damn those tequila shots and Kiri’s big, fat mouth! 

You licked your dry lips, barely looking at Bakugou. “Katsuki, I…” You wanted to apologize for offending him or making him feel some type of way, but the words couldn’t formulate correctly. 

Fortunately for you, Bakugou never gave you the chance. In an instant, he was wrapping an arm around you and snatching you toward him. You let out a squeak of surprise as you were suddenly flush against him, his face like a full moon to you. “I’ll show you uptight,” he growled lowly. 

Before you could ask what he meant or even ponder the thought, he was throwing your arms over his shoulders and pulling you closer to him before proceeding to bend his knees slightly and grind his hips slowly against yours. Your eyes widened, shocked by what was happening. Katsuki Bakugou dancing with you? Grinding against you? Were you dead and in heaven? 

Noticing your shocked expression, his eyes softened more. “Okay?” he asked, sounding concerned. 

That eased the tension you felt surrounding you and your body. You relaxed into his touch, into his arms. “Y-Yeah,” you answered, swallowing hard. Bakugou chuckled at you. “You’re cute when you’re flustered,” he cooed, making you flush under the lights. “Now you know how you make me feel every single time I see you.” 

Whoa. Wait. There’s no way. 

You couldn’t process his words through your alcohol-fogged brain for long before he was rolling his hips again, wedging his thigh between your legs for better access. “Dance with me,” he whispered to you, eyes on you and you alone. 

His pleading, heated gaze seemed to awaken something in you because you found yourself grinding against him too, your hands moving to run over his broad chest. He moved one hand to rest above your ass, never going lower without your permission. That only turned you on more. Feeling daring, you took his hand and slid it down to your ass, letting him cop a feel as you rolled your body against his, the two of you feeding off each others’ energy.

It felt good, being like this with him. It felt like it was only the two of you on the floor, in the building, in the whole fucking world. You held onto him tightly, pressing your face into the crook of his neck and breathing him in as you continued to grind against his hard body, both hands on your ass now. God, you never wanted this moment to end. 

“Turn around,” he suddenly growled to you. You looked up at him and blinked dumbly at him. “What?” 

“You heard me.” His eyes darkened, gaze firm yet molten with heat. “Turn the fuck around.” With a bit of hesitation, you did as he said and gasped quietly when he pushed his hips into your ass. There, you felt the obvious outline of his hardened dick against your lower back. 

You tried to protest, your mind telling you this was wrong, but Bakugou gently shushed you, pressing a finger to your hips. “Uh-uh, gorgeous,” he purred into your ear. “You’re gonna show me exactly what you meant by saying all that. According to Kiri, you want somebody who’s loose.”

He took both of his hands, gripping your hips and making you sway them against him. “So how loose do you want me to be?” 

He pressed himself farther against you so his front was flush against your back. And so understanding what you were doing to him was undeniable: you were turning him on. Realizing he asked you a question, you tried in vain to search for a response. “I…” 

Bakugou took your hips and began to roll himself into your ass, moving to the beat. “Show me,” he urged. 

And so you did. Bending your knees, you winded your ass back into him, going from fast to slow depending on the song’s tempo. You don’t know how long your dancing on him lasted, but it felt like forever. You could feel him watching you intently, eyes drinking in your every movement. It egged you on along with his tiny whispers of “Shit” and “Fuck” as your ass bounced against his crotch. 

As the song picked up a faster speed suddenly, you went to turn around to get a look at his face, but he never gave you a chance. In a flash, he was wedging a foot between yours and forcing you to bend over. You squealed, suddenly touching your toes, and you could barely believe it when you felt Bakugou’s hips begin to slam into you from behind in precision with the beat. 

‘Oh, my God???!!!’ you thought, your mind racing as Bakugou gripped your hips mercilessly, his fingers caressing up your mini skirt to your thighs. 

“Get it, Katsuki!” you heard Mina scream from the bar. “Fuck her up!” 

You were so sure the man was gonna force you to go lower, but luckily, that didn’t happen. He finally let you come up and turned you around to face him. “That loose enough for you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. 

You couldn’t speak for a moment, too winded by what just happened between you two. You didn’t know which way was up and which way was down. Your heart was racing a million beats a second, your mind hazy, and your panties soaked. All you could think about was how Bakugou could move in the sheets other than the dance floor with moves like that. 

“Katsuki,” you breathlessly giggled, giddy, and turned on beyond belief…but his unsmiling expression took the smile right off your face. You suddenly remembered your hurtful words toward him and felt embarrassed.

“I didn’t…” you began, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I’m sorry if I offended you, Katsuki. But I’m really glad you’re here.” 

You stared down at your feet, trembling. You were sweating now, but now from pure humiliation. What if he really hated you now? What if he was just here to teach you a lesson, and gave you that hot ass dance and said all that flirty shit to play with you? 

But all of that went out the window when Bakugou lifted your chin with his thumb, forcing you to look at him. His gaze, heated and sensual, put your thoughts on pause.

“Come with me,” he rasped and was practically dragging you off the dance floor before you could give him a yes. 

[fuckassinstincts]

I have been OBSESSED with a music based BNHA NoQuirks!AU for a couple of years now and I had to share...

Basically I've heard specific songs/artists and go "that's totally *specific characters* vibe" and have built a world around that and how I think each character would find catharsis through music. Drabbles for the "main" cast under the cut

Dabi/Touya Todoroki: Ran away from home as a teenager to upset his parents (his dad), but they didn't care. Specifically, they never reported it because Enji and Rei were caught up in their pending divorce and they figured he would come home eventually. He ends up joining a band (the LOV of COURSE) as their singer. His vibes are based off McCafferty and CORPSE.

Shoto Todoroki: His parents divorce gets REALLY ugly and through a weird chain of events he ends up under Touya's custody. He ADORES his rebellious brother and follows in his footsteps like a shadow (Touya says he hates it, but secretly is happy). He joins Bakugo's band after their original singer leaves. His vibes are Sub Urban and AFI.

Katsuki Bakugo: Same as cannon, his parents signed him up for drumming lessons to get out his excess energy. Started a band with Undercut-kun in middle school, but Bakugo took it WAY more seriously than his friends did. Eventually Undercut and Co walked out, leaving Bakugo to find new members in high school. His vibes are Blessthefall and NP.

Eijiro Kirishima: Wanted to become a musician to inspire people, just like his Idol Crimson Riot inspired him. He can sing, but gets embarrassed by his voice, so he sticks to the bass guitar when at all possible. Is part of Bakugo's band OFC. His vibes are Too Close To Touch and Dance Gavin Dance.

Hitoshi Shinso: Laid back and devil may care attitude. His foster fathers (Aizawa) are a promoter/manager and (Hizashi) a radio DJ. He has been dragged around the industry for years. Learns to play the guitar after meeting Bakugo and joins his band. His vibes are Current Joys.

Izuku Midoriya: In this AU he lives with his father, while his mother is in "America". His dad is pretty uninvolved with Izuku, and he still gets bullied in elementary and middle school. Izuku ends up turning to poetry as an outlet and falling in love with music. He has performance anxiety and selective mutism, so he would rather produce music. But when he does perform it's like the heavens open up. His vibes are Alec Benjamin and Cavetown.

Ochaco Uraraka: She is conflicted in her decision to get into music. She wants to become rich enough to buy her parents a house and take care of them, but she also knows that the music industry is not nice to the 99% that are not uber famous. Her vibes are Billie Eilish and Poppy.

Others in this AU include: Hawks, Jirou, Yamomo, Mina, Sero, Toga, Camie, and Kaminari. I may post another list of drabbles about them.

[kaidoslastbraincell]

no matter which universe they're in, i know their souls will always recognise each other...

pairings: bakudeku

genre: fluff. ALL THE FLUFF

recommended song: cold coffee by ed sheeran

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It was just another monday morning for Izuku Midoriya. He'd turned up for his shift at the campus coffee shop, expecting it to be an ordinary day. Nothing interesting ever happens. It's always the same, power through the shift, go to class, home, sleep, repeat. Until that day.

His friends (Uraraka and Shoto) were studying at a corner table, waiting out the next few hours so they could all go to class together. Izuku pushed the glasses back up his nose with the back of his hand as he wiped down the counters.

Katsuki Bakugo had come to this cafe a number of times before, and not once had he seen the green-haired boy with several piercings and tattoos covering both arms behind the till today. He froze in the doorway, his soul stirring slightly.

"Hey, Bakubro! Why'd ya stop?" Kirishima muttered from behind him, a hand resting roughly on his shoulder.

The blonde shrugged him off, resuming his walk to the back of the line. "It's nothing."

The smile on Izuku's face as he worked was blinding. Katsuki turned to the red-head, a scowl on his face.

"Has he always worked here? I've never seen him before."

Kirishima glanced over, a knowing look in his eye.

"Yep. He's here almost every day. Total hit with the ladies," he chuckled, "he's got the whole bad boy look down but he's the sweetest guy around."

He gave the server another once over, something new catching his attention each time. A black hairclip with a little cat on the end was holding his bangs out of his face. A snort slipped past his lips. What a dork.

The two guys finally reached the front of the queue. With Kirishima moving to be in front, he caught Izuku's attention first.

"Mornin' Kiri, your usual?"

"You're the man, Midobro! Bakubro, whatta you havin'?"

Green eyes met with red and both boys stopped, their breath hitching. Every detail was apparent now, like Katsuki's focus had sharpened: curly green hair pinned back, with an undercut that had started to grow out, 2 piercings on his left ear, 4 on his right, and a ring in the centre of his bottom lip. The top of the tattoo sleeve on his right arm was slightly peeking from the collar of his t-shirt. He swallowed harshly.

"Ah um, what can I get for you?" Izuku's cheeks started to glow a soft pink, heart thundering in his chest. Have we met before?

"Caramel brown sugar iced latte," he mumbled, eyes never leaving the living emeralds.

"Right! Can I take a name for your order?"

"Katsuki."

A small smile tugged at Izuku's lips. "Cute."

The blonde's eyes widened and the blush he was already sporting deepened. Kirishima blinked, his stare switching between his 2 friends. He smirked.

"We'll just go wait over there..." he pointed off to the side.

"Right...right! It won't take long!"

Their order was quickly whipped up and called out. As they were walking out, Katsuki looked at the label on his cup, finding a number messily scrawled along the edge followed by a little heart...

like+comment for part 2 <3

[gayestyugiohcharacter]

MAIN BRACKET-ROUND TWO

(sorry that they aren’t connected, the site i used wouldn’t let me)

ROUND ONE WILL HAPPEN AUGUST 20

war listing undercut

edo/aster phoenix vs rovian kirishima

yubel vs spectre

vector vs durbe/dumon

ryoken kogami vs miyu sugisaki

yuma tsukumo vs jack atlas

asana mutsuba vs takeru homura/theodore hamilton

astral vs jun manjoume/chazz princeton

rin vs cathy katherine

michael arclight vs damamu

tatsuhisa kamijo/lucidien kamijo vs asuka tenjoin/alexis rhodes

aoi/skye zaizen vs. yuya sakaki

yuzu hiiragi/zuzu boyle vs serena/celina

yuna goha vs judai/jaden yuki

byron arclight vs johan/jesse andersen

roboppi vs kyoji yagumo

yusei fudo vs mr. heartland

number 96 vs sherry lablanc

yami kuroda vs haruka kamijo/tiadosia kallister

yuri vs flame

masumi kotsu/julia krystal vs yuamu ohdo

zuwijo zir velgear vs yudias velgear

romin kirishima/kassidy vs droite/dextra

aqua vs kaito/kite tenjo

alito vs getta taira/tyler getz

ruri kurosaki vs ai

sora shiun’in/perse vs mizael/mizar

yuto vs ryoga kamishiro/reginald kastle

yuo goha vs cronos de medici/vellian crowler

andore/andre vs fubuki tenjoin/atticus rhodes

rio kamishiro/kastle vs crow hogan

yugo vs yusaku fujiki

thomas arclight vs dennis macfield

[epickiya722]

Omg I agree with you about the undercuts! They're not bad I'm just not fond of them in terms of character design for specific characters ig....honestly I just like characters with longer hair in general design wise bc there is so much more you can do with it!

Like, I don't hate undercuts. I wanted one for a while. (I had short hair before!)

But there are some characters that the fandom will slap an undercut on when they're older and while it can be cool, I just don't think an undercut should always be used to show that character is older.

Honestly, I seen art that I really like that has Midoriya with an undercut. But... Midoriya does not give me the vibes of someone who would have one.

He can't tie a tie right, I doubt he could maintain an undercut. Personally, I feel like he would grow out his curls. Not like super long, but it grows it a bit to be noticeable.

Really, Iida is a character I can see having an undercut when he's older because he already has one as a teenager. Also, Kirishima. I can see him with one, but still having long hair like he does down. Or at least on the sides his hair is shorter, if not an undercut.

[saturnsorbits]

Christmas Lights

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Fluff, Word Count: 0.5k.

Summary: Christmas is the perfect night for cuddles.

A/N: Is this Saturnari coded? Yes. Yes it is.

Lights twinkle from inside snowflake shaped plastic cages, the white wire tethering them to one another as they hang limp from around the window. Outside, the sun has already set, leaving nothing, but the blanketed darkness that lingers around the edges of this moment. In the dim, the TV continues to drone on, it's sound lowered to a measly five; making the voices of Mary Poppins and her chimney sweep beau barely audible above his snores.

You wake only briefly, eyes fluttering open to better adjust your position on the sofa without tumbling off. Kaminari lays behind you, his legs still clad in jeans, t-shirt rising slightly above his navel, displaying the papery skin underneath. His mouth hangs open, bottom lip plump and kiss sore from an earlier crossing with a bunch of mistletoe.

You shift, twisting just enough to let your eyes trail across his features. His hair is messy and tangled - sleep tousled in a way you only usually see after sex. His eyes, closed, and yet twitching; the reminisce of a dream still playing behind the closed curtains. There’s a blush dappling his skin, evidence of far too many shitty jokes and an afternoon of mischief and games.

One of his arms pokes, stick-like from the other side of your make-shift pillow, your heads gingerly resting against a fluffy blanket. His other arm laying across your side, elbow bending at your hip allowing him to tuck a hand under the curve of your waist. There’s a warmth in his palm where he presses it to your skin, one that makes you want to turn your eyes into a camera lens to immortalise this moment forever.

He continues to snore as you turn, wedging your head against his chest. The beating of his heart is steady and persistent, a rhythmic drumming that lulls you gently, back into your doze.

From the doorway, Kirishima beams. Whiskey-rosy cheeks illuminating his face, just like the Christmas lights. There’s a tray in his hands laden with biscuits cut into small snowmen and reindeers. Some are decorated more messily than the others, curtesy of him insisting he help Bakugo; but even so, they’re bound to taste amazing.

'I'll see if they want some later...' He mumbles, arm wrapping around Bakugo's waist as he plants a soft kiss on his cheek.

It might be your first Christmas here, as a couple, but he has a feeling it’ll be the first of many.

Smiling, Kirishima let’s Bakugo shush him and shut the door, preserving the sanctity of your calm adoration inside. Reaching up, he rakes his fingers through the dull of his boyfriends undercut and sighs.

Yeah, he thinks, the cookies can wait.

-> Masterlist

[ao3feed-kiribaku]

I Cant Carry This Anymore (I need someone to stay)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/tzT7vNI by Firefly_543 Katsuki blanched as he recognized that name. There’s no way. Although, the man was eerily similar to that person just older. Which makes sense, it was over ten years ago. Shouta was a common enough first name. He could vividly remember the card that the pro hero gave him. Could it be Easerhead? Was his last name Aizawa? Or where Katsuki and Aizawa meet way before Katsuki is enrolled at UA, and it takes a pretty hard trip back home for Katsuki to reach out for help to the only person that actually gave a damn about him back then. Words: 10049, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: M/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Eri (My Hero Academia), Kirishima Eijirou, Kariage | Bakugou Katsuki's Friend with the Undercut, Shinsou Hitoshi Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki & Eri, Bakugou Katsuki & Original Character(s), Bakugou Katsuki & Kariage | Bakugou Katsuki's Friend with the Undercut, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Shinsou Hitoshi Additional Tags: Bakugou Katsuki-centric, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Bakugou Katsuki, Adopted Bakugou Katsuki, Eating Disorders, Rape/Non-con Elements, Past Rape/Non-con, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Bakugou Katsuki Needs a Hug, Inspired by Music, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, warped timeline, Divorced Bakugou Masaru/Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Mitsuki's Bad Parenting, Bakugou Masaru's Bad Parenting, Neglectful Bakugou Masaru read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/tzT7vNI

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Fic title- Of Savage Daughters and Sharpened Teeth

The day started like any other Sunday. Midoriya Izumi had finished her run, busy cooking breakfast for herself and her running partner Kirishima Eika. Iida was making his breakfast as he required a different style then the other two. Most of their class had come down, gathering simple cereals for breakfast or gulping down protein smoothies. Tsu had switched the news on, and Yaomomo was discussing a study session. 

 Then the news station went to static and a group of five masked men where on screen. The class froze, staring at it as the men moved to show four people tied to chairs. The oldest was a mutation Quirked person, her hair looking like ribbons and possessing skin that looked like fabric stitched together. She looked to be passed out, slumped in her chair. Next to her sat two younger teens, perhaps even preteens. Both had blue hair and eyes, and both were awake with gags in their mouths. They struggled against their bindings.

 The one that made everyone feel their stomachs drop though would be the youngest. A little girl with snakes for hair and thick glasses around her face. She looked to be crying from what the class saw.

 “Mama! Mommy!” The child cried.

 “Shut up,” one of the men said. “Hello Japan! We have some guests with us today that we’re dying to introduce to you!” He motioned to the tied up people.

 “Meet All Might’s weaknesses.” Cackled another. “My Quirk allows me to bring children from the future to the present! These are the children of All Might!”

 Izumi’s stomach twisted but then she saw it. The two middle children paused to exchange looks, and the youngest paused.

 “G’mpa Might?” The youngest child asked, looking highly confused. 

 The men all fell into silence.

 “… DUDE!” One of the men shouted. “You said you brought All Night’s future kids!”

 “He must have a child already!” The one who spoke about bringing the children forward said. “My Quirk connected to the kid’s Quirk then!” 

 Izumi’s stomach turned to ice. Connecting through the Quirks? 

 She looked at the four children, and her heart ached. 

 “All Might-sensei has a kid?!” Asked Ashido. “Those are his grandkids?!”

 “Midoriya-“ Todoroki looked to Izumi in worry. Normally she’d complain she wasn’t All Might’s secret love child. However she couldn’t then. Not when she held One for All, and not when a villain had connected to a Quirk to bring those kids here. 

 A masked man who hadn’t spoken yet rifled through the youngest’s coat pockets on screen even as the class worried. He pulled out a small wallet, a green one that Izuku barely made out the word ‘Froppy’ on it. Opening it he grabbed an ID card.

 “Midoriya Noriko. Quirk: Medusa,” the man read off. 

 All of 1A’s heads snapped to Izumi. She didn’t respond, staring at the screen. The little girl sniffed, a frown spreading across her face.

 “You’re all mean!” She shouted angrily. “Imma bite you!” She bared her teeth and her teeth were shown to be sharpened, looking very dangerous. The snakes in her hair hissed, all baring their fangs. The man stepped back quick, as the twins shook in muffled laughter.

 “Like your brats of siblings,” muttered the man whose Quirk brought the kids, rubbing his arm. “Anything else?” He asked the man with the wallet.

 “A picture.” The man with the wallet pulled the photo out and turned it to the other and thus the camera. They’re close enough to it that it’s obvious what the image is of.  An older version of Izumi, with an undercut and a much broader pair of shoulders, stood next to the red haired form of an older Kirishima. They’re grinning and dressed in their hero uniforms, Kirishima’s hair much longer and her entire body just bigger in muscle mass. The oldest tied up person stood next to them in a UA hero uniform, grinning as the middle children stand there, holding the youngest with a grin. Noriko held a sign proclaiming ‘just adopted!’ 

 “Holy shit,” Kirishima said, eyes wide as she stared at the screen. She looked to Izumi who didn’t look back, eyes locked on the photo. A family in the future. A family at risk…

 The door to the dorms opened and Aizawa hurried in, followed by All Might and Present Mic. They didn’t turn off the TV, just checked on the students. 

 The entire class was freaking out. Not just about the kids on screen but also because of the fact two of their classmates apparently were the parents of the hostages!

 “So they’re like… none of them have super strength,” one man said. He walked over to the two gagged children and dig through their pockets. He didn’t come up with anything and he scoffs. “Where’s your identification brats?”

 “They have their damn gags on. And don’t take them off they bite.” The Quirk user said. He went to the oldest, digging in her pockets to pull out a wallet. This one was blue with Iida’s hero uniform helmet on it. He opened the wallet to look through it. “ID- Midoriya Tomoe. Quirk: Strings. She’s got a preliminary hero license… Raggedy Ann? Intern ID for… Hawks?” 

 “Strings? What the hell kinda Quirk is that?” The one with the wallet asked. 

 “This one.” Croaked out Tomoe, yanking her head up, she dropped her jaw, exposing sharp teeth and the strings that led from the sides of her mouth exploded from her body. Five flew towards the men and pierced them, causing them to scream in shock. Then they stopped. The Quirk user stiffly put the wallet back into her pocket and then moved behind her to untie her. The others went to the other three to untie them. 

 “Oh! A mutation mixed with a mental component!” Izumi said, watching the screen. Kirishima just looked relieved while the rest of the class shuffled around. 

 Once the kids were free, they got out of the chairs and the five men sat in them. Or four did. The fifth walked to a wall and then with a hard whack, knocked himself out. The two middle children removed their gags before one scooped up the youngest for a hug, Noriko crying as the other went around and began tying up the men. Tomoe helped with that. When they were secure, the strings detached from the men and Tomoe’s mouth became restitched.

 “What the fuck?!” The man with the Quirk shouted. He looked around in confusion as Tomoe lifted a hand to rub her jaw.

 “Fuck that huuuuuurts. Ugh, I need to wear sleeveless shirts. Using my arm strings would have been better.” She grumbled. 

 “Didn’t Hawks tell you to build your jaw muscles?” Asked the twin holding Noriko.

 “Hawks-Sensei can shut his chicken mouth.” Tomoe grumbled. She walked off camera. “Come on One, go and break into the Commission system.”

 “Can’t you?” Asked the twin not holding Noriko.

 “No, this is the old system. Come and be terrifying. Two has Noriko well in hand.”

 “Ah yes, leave your poor brother with the baby.” The twin holding Noriko said.

 “Of course.” Tomoe called. “Us ladies can deal with this, watch the baby.”

 “And that’s on living with terrifying women, even if One is sometimes a guy.” Two said to Noriko who giggled. 

 The news came back, as they heard One call about shutting down the camera to Tomoe. Izuku simply stared at the screen for a second longer, as the reporters tried to come up with something.

 “… want to go on a date?” Kirishima asked. Izumi whipped around to stare as the rest of the class gasped.

 “Oooh yeah Kiri, claim your woman!” Ashido caller, even as Bakugou sputtered in rage. Izumi’s cheeks warmed.

 “Umm well…” Kirishima laughed. “I was going to ask soon anyway cause you’re super heroic and cool and… yeah.” She rubbed the back of her head with a blush. 

 “I uhh… I was going to ask you out soon… hopefully to.” Izumi said with her cheeks mimicking Kirishima’s. 

 “Really?!” Kirishima beamed, showing off her sharp teeth- the teeth their children would have and god was that a Quirk or did they go looking for it or- “Man I’m glad I held out hope! I think everyone thought you like Bakugou or Todoroki!”

 “Oh god no,” Izumi shook her head fast. “I’m gay.” Kirishima grinned, offering her fist.

 “Same!” The redhead laughed and Izumi gave her a fist bump. 

 A very interesting start to a relationship.

Notes: Story would continue on with cute moments and fluff. And the kids come meet their moms.