#mha reader insert

[redvdress]

IF YOU WAKE HER UP, YOU’RE DEAD

A/N: oooook since anon have been asking for some relationship bakugo stuff, here’s my version for it. it’s my first time ever writing for him but i tried my best to picture him canon, soo enjoy!! you fell asleep on your boyfriend’s shoulder and you got caught too, what did he do?

The night was quiet, and the halls of U.A were empty. It was late—later than Bakugo usually stayed up, especially with a brutal training session awaiting him in the morning.

Still, here he was, sprawled on the common room couch with textbooks and notebooks scattered on the coffee table in front of him. He wasn’t one to study in the dorm’s common area, much preferring the solitude of his room. But tonight was different.

You were there with him.

He hadn’t planned it this way. Bakugo had been cramming, prepping for an upcoming test that Aizawa had threatened them all with. Normally, he would’ve told everyone else to stay the hell out of his way, barking at any idiot who dared to disturb him. But when you suggested studying together earlier, something in him gave.

He wouldn’t admit it, but the thought of you by his side made it tolerable—maybe even enjoyable.

The two of you had spent hours working in a comfortable silence. Well, comfortable for you. Bakugo had his usual scowl, occasionally muttering about the idiots in the class or cursing out loud when a particular formula or hero law didn’t make sense immediately. Despite his fiery demeanor, you could tell he was laser-focused, determined to come out on top. That was just who he was—always aiming for the number one spot. It was one of the many things you admired about him.

At some point, though, the exhaustion caught up with you. Katsuki had noticed you rubbing your eyes, trying to keep yourself awake as you scrawled down notes. He’d been keeping a sideways eye on you ever since, but said nothing, too proud to outright suggest you stop and go to bed. But deep down, he could see you were tired.

It had been a long day, and between morning classes and the intense afternoon training led by All Might, you were wiped. The sofa was comfortable, and the rhythmic sound of Bakugo flipping through pages and scribbling notes was strangely soothing.

Before you knew it, your eyelids grew heavy, and your body leaned unconsciously towards him. Your head found its way onto his shoulder, and before either of you realized, you had drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Bakugo stiffened at first, feeling the weight of your head gently resting against him. The sudden warmth of your body against his side sent a jolt through his system. His first instinct was to wake you up with a sharp nudge—he wasn’t exactly used to people being this close to him, much less while he was supposed to be studying.

But for some reason, Bakugo couldn’t bring himself to do it. His eyes flicked down to your face, now completely relaxed in sleep. The furrow between your brows that had been there during studying was gone, replaced by a soft, peaceful expression. Your breathing was steady, slow.

“Damn,” Bakugo muttered under his breath, careful not to disturb you. You looked so calm, so vulnerable like this.

He wasn’t sure what to do with the feeling creeping up in his chest.

It wasn’t something he was used to—a strange mix of protectiveness and warmth, a side of him that he hadn’t fully come to terms with yet.

He shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position without moving you too much. He glanced around the empty common room, the soft glow of the single lamp casting long shadows on the walls. The dim lighting, paired with the quiet ticking of the wall clock, made the atmosphere feel almost intimate. His usual instinct to keep people at arm’s length was quieted by the sheer peace of the moment.

Still, he couldn’t help himself.

He muttered low under his breath, “Tch, idiot. You’re drooling on my shoulder…”

But there was no real heat in his voice. In fact, there was a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, though he’d never admit it. He reached out, grabbing the throw blanket that had been draped over the back of the couch, and carefully pulled it over you. His movements were slow and deliberate, making sure not to wake you. Normally, the thought of someone leaning on him, invading his space like this, would piss him off. But somehow, with you, it was different.

His red eyes softened as he watched your chest rise and fall, lost in your dreams. You trusted him—enough to fall asleep on him, enough to let your guard down entirely.

Katsuki knew what trust meant in this line of work. It was something you built through blood, sweat, and tears. It wasn’t something he gave away freely, either. But somehow, you had managed to crack through that thick, explosive shell of his.

Not that he’d admit that to anyone. Ever.

“Damn extras would never let me live this down,” he muttered to himself, feeling the slightest flush of embarrassment. His pride wouldn’t survive the onslaught of teasing that would surely follow if anyone saw him like this. Soft. Vulnerable.

Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, and Bakugo tensed. His eyes snapped towards the door just as it opened, revealing none other than Kirishima. Of course, it had to be him. The red-haired idiot had a knack for showing up at the worst times.

Kirishima’s eyes widened the second he took in the sight before him—Bakugo sitting stiffly on the couch, you curled up next to him, sound asleep. And there was a blanket.

Bakugo had covered you with a blanket.

A wide grin spread across Kirishima’s face, and Bakugo could already see the teasing coming a mile away. “Whoa, man, this is too cute!” Kirishima’s voice was loud, his words brimming with amusement. He took a step closer, clearly ready to capitalize on the rare sight.

Bakugo’s glare could’ve melted steel. His hand curled into a fist, and he raised a single, deadly finger to Kirishima. “Oi. If you wake her up, I swear on everything, you’re dead.”

Kirishima froze in place, hands raised in surrender, though his grin only widened. “Whoa, whoa! Chill, dude. I’m not gonna wake her. But come on, Bakugo, this is a side of you I never expected to see.”

Bakugo’s jaw clenched, his teeth grinding audibly. “Shut it, Shitty Hair. Get lost before I blow your dumbass to pieces,” he growled, keeping his voice low enough not to disturb you.

But Kirishima wasn’t backing down. He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he shot Bakugo a knowing look. “Man, you’ve changed. You know that, right? I mean, I didn’t think I’d ever see the day you’d let someone fall asleep on you without, you know, blowing up half the room.” He gave Bakugo a thumbs-up, his smile genuine, despite the teasing. “She’s good for you, man.”

Bakugo’s eyes flashed dangerously, and for a moment, it looked like he might actually follow through with his threat. His hand twitched, tiny pops of sparks dancing at his fingertips, but he held himself back. Barely.

“You got three seconds to get out of here before I wipe that dumb grin off your face,” he hissed, his voice a low growl.

Kirishima laughed again, clearly enjoying how riled up Bakugo was getting. “Alright, alright! I’m going. Don’t get all fired up.” He took a step back, still grinning. “But seriously, Bakugo, it’s nice to see you like this. You should let it show more often.”

Bakugo’s eyes narrowed to slits, but before he could retort, Kirishima had already slipped out of the room, leaving Bakugo to seethe in silence.

“Tch. Stupid idiot…” he muttered under his breath, glaring at the door where Kirishima had been standing. His hands unclenched, and he leaned back against the couch, letting out a long breath. The tension that had built up in his shoulders slowly melted away as the room fell silent again. He glanced down at you, still fast asleep, blissfully unaware of the brief interaction.

The scowl softened on his face. He wasn’t one to express his feelings easily—or at all, really. His love was shown through action, through the way he looked out for you during training, or the way he pushed you to be better, stronger. But moments like this, where he allowed himself to be close, to let down his guard, were still foreign territory for him.

Carefully, Bakugo shifted his arm, resting it along the back of the couch behind you. He glanced at the clock. It was later than he thought, and the weariness in his own muscles was starting to catch up with him. He hadn’t planned on falling asleep out here, but with you curled up beside him, warm and steady, he could feel his eyelids growing heavier.

His eyes flicked back to you one last time. For all the hell you went through at UA, for all the chaos and danger they faced in their training and in the field, this was one moment of quiet he wasn’t going to take for granted.

Bakugo let out a quiet sigh, his body finally relaxing against the cushions.

His hand, still resting on the back of the couch, slowly found its way to yours under the blanket.

He laced his fingers with yours, feeling the warmth of your skin against his.

He closed his eyes, letting the steady rhythm of your breathing lull him into a rare state of peace.

Before he knew it, he had drifted off too, his head leaning back against the couch, his breathing evening out into soft, steady inhales and exhales.

When Bakugo woke up the next morning, the first thing he noticed was the sunlight creeping through the common room window, casting long, golden beams across the floor. He blinked, his mind still foggy with sleep, before realizing he was still on the couch. And you were still nestled up beside him.

His heart gave a brief, surprised lurch before he quickly masked the feeling with a grunt. He shifted slightly, careful not to disturb you, but the movement must have been enough because you stirred, your head lifting slowly from his shoulder.

“Mmm… morning,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes as you blinked awake.

Bakugo turned his head slightly, trying to sound casual. “Morning,” he grunted, his voice still rough with sleep. He felt you pull away a bit, and immediately, the cold air hit where your warmth had been. His first instinct was to grumble about it, but instead, he shoved his hands into his pockets, standing up quickly. “You drooled on me, idiot,” he said, his tone sharp, but not biting. It was more teasing than anything else.

Your face flushed with embarrassment, a small, sleepy smile tugging at your lips. “Sorry…”

Bakugo rolled his eyes, turning away as he stretched, trying to shake off the lingering drowsiness. “Tch. Just don’t make a habit of it,” he muttered, though the usual harsh edge in his voice was absent. There was something softer, more subdued, as if last night’s vulnerability had lingered in the air.

As you stood up and stretched, Bakugo glanced towards the door, half-expecting Kirishima or another one of the extras to barge in with more teasing remarks. He wasn’t in the mood for any of that right now. But the common room was still empty, the rest of the dorms quiet in the early morning.

Bakugo walked towards the door, glancing back over his shoulder at you. “C’mon,” he said, his voice back to its usual gruffness. “Let’s grab some breakfast before the damn extras wake up. And don’t expect me to wait for you,” he added, though there was no real bite in his words.

But as you fell in step beside him, your hand brushing against his briefly, Katsuki felt that familiar warmth bloom in his chest again.

[coldember]

Boyfriend Texts: Shoto Todoroki

note: everyone say happy birthday to our favourite dense but sweet shoto! || sorry i fell asleep and forgot to post this at 8pm

warning: fluff, f!reader, slightly suggestive

BLOCKING ANY MINORS OR AGELESS BLOGS

[umehaji]

for a pro hero, Shouto is impossibly hopeless with all things social media. it's not that he doesn't have the ability to understand it- he just doesn't care. all his accounts are managed by his agency, and while he has all the necessary apps installed on his phone—not by choice—they sit there gathering dust, never once opened by his own hand.

so he’s sitting in his favorite soba restaurant one weekend, his mop of red-and-white hair tucked under a baseball cap, enjoying the pleasing hum of the kitchen when Bakugou poses the question. who, as always, is taking up far too much space, one leg casually draped over a neighboring chair. Shouto dips his head in silent thanks when Midoriya returns with their orders, setting the trays down before shoving Bakugou's leg off the chair to make room for himself. the blonde lets out a grunt of irritation but chooses instead to refocus his attention on his true target.

Shouto takes a bite of noodles, chewing carefully before responding. “i have not…made my intentions known yet,” he says calmly, gaze not leaving the dish in front of him. "that would be a bit of an invasion of privacy, wouldn't it?"

"jesus, you sound like an old geezer. s’not like i’m askin’ ya to climb into her bedroom window! it’s just so you can see some pictures of her, dumbass!" Bakugou snaps, but quickly reveals his true purpose with a sly grin, "and then, so can we."

Shouto shoots him a sharp look but then lets out a sigh. it’s not a conversation he hasn’t had before with his fellow heroes. “you’re not going to let this go, are you."

Bakugou just grins sharply.

Midoriya shakes his head. “you’re too nosy for your own good, Kacchan,” he murmurs, but then, casting Shouto a sideways glance, adds, “you could try opening instagram and just typing in her name. takes two seconds. besides, there’s a good chance her account’s private anyway, so we—i mean you—might not see anything."

with another resigned sigh, Shouto finally complies and does just that, if only to get the two off his back so he can enjoy his noodles. he frowns when he can't find the app for a second, then hesitates again, taking in the unfamiliar interface. eventually locating the search bar with some direction from Midoriya, his thumbs tap on the screen as he begins typing.

"how do i know which one is her?" he says, his tone slow and measured.

Bakugou groans, tipping his head back dramatically. "well do any of the small circular pics look like her, genius?"

a heavy silence stretches between them, punctuated only by the soft clatters of utensils from other patrons. Shouto nods once, his gaze fixed on the screen. then, after another pause that feels even longer, he asks, "what does ‘follow back’ mean?"

"wait-" Midoriya rushes to say, "don't hit that just yet."

it’s too late. the two other heroes watch, mouths agape, as Shouto’s thumb, deliberate and unhurried, lifts from the screen.

Bakugou lets out a snort. "well if she doesn't know you’re sweet on her yet, she will now. she's gonna see you followed her. oh, the noble half-and-half, internet stalkin' pretty girls now."

Shouto’s brows knit together, his voice edged with defensiveness. “you told me to do this.”

“i ain’t tell ya to follow her just yet. was just meaning for you take a look. there are rules to this stuff. you’re a public figure and she’s not, idiot."

Shouto squints down at the screen as if trying to make sense of it all. “i can see pictures now. i couldn’t before.”

"that means she accepted your follow, it’s a good sign! she must be active right now." Midoriya grins broadly. "definitely doesn't hurt that she was already following you."

Bakugou leans back, looking far too pleased with himself. "oh man...you know you just told the whole world you want to bang this chick, right?"

Shouto casts Midoriya a dubious look, who grimaces and says, "you...do only follow like fifty people, pretty much all of whom are heroes. one of your fans...and you do have a lot of them...will likely notice, if they haven't already."

deciding to ignore this bit of unsettling information, Shouto looks back down, lips curving downward in a slight frown. "and these pictures...anyone can see them? "

"well if the account's public, sure." Midoriya glances at Bakugou questioningly. "but if it's private, which it must have been, no. only her followers can.”

"oh." Shouto’s expression softens. "good."

"for god's sake," Bakugou snarls, finally snatching the phone from Shouto’s hands, knocking Midoriya’s chopsticks off the table in the process. the green-haired man sighs and ducks down to retrieve them.

“the suspense is killing me. let's see what you've been prattling on about all this...oh.” Bakugou freezes. “what."

Midoriya’s head pops back up from under the table.

Bakugou lets out a long whistle, eyes glued to the screen. his thumb swipes rapidly, post after post, jaw dropping more with every pass. "you've been keepin' this to yourself? christ, half-and-half.”

Midoriya leans into Bakugou’s space to take a look. his brows lift, eyes widening as he glances between the phone and their friend. "she's the one? she's...something else, Shouto."

Shouto wrestles his phone back from Bakugou and glances down at the screen, which is paused on one of the older posts. he lingers for a moment, gaze softening as he looks at the image frozen in front of him: you, looking over your shoulder, your pretty features lit up by the golden glow of some late afternoon light. his thumb kisses the edge of your smile on the screen. "yes," he says, "i know."

there's something warm and unfamiliar in his tone that makes Midoriya beam proudly at Bakugou, who rolls his eyes.

and then—

"what does it mean if the heart symbol here is now red?"

[k-nayee]

Ghost Town BNHA

wc: 2.8k a/n: Song Inspiration: Ghost Town by Benson Boone; recommend you listen while reading!!

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You fill me up 'til you're empty...

The late afternoon sun casted a warmth over school grounds as you chatted with  Uraraka and Midoriya.

It was nice as the three of you walked together; even the greenette, who usually had a hard time speaking to girls, laughed along with your teasing comments.

Bakugo stood a little ways off, watching. His crimson eyes were sharp with a certain tension in his expression that hadn’t been there earlier that day.

Normally he would’ve made some snide comment by now, especially seeing you standing so close to the timid boy.

But today, Bakugo wasn’t himself.

He approached you in deliberate strides, his jaw set. You noticed the way his hands were shoved deep into his pockets, almost as if he was holding himself back.

As he neared, you felt a flicker of something—nervousness? Excitement?—you couldn’t quite place it. Bakugo always had a way of stirring something inside you, no matter the circumstance.

“Oi,” he barked, voice unusually serious. “We need to talk.”

I took too much and you let me...

Conversation around you fizzled as Uraraka and Midoriya exchanged confused glances. You, too, blinked in surprise. Normally, Bakugo wasn’t this direct—not with you, anyway.

He was blunt, sure, but not like this. There was a hardness to his tone, an edge that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

You smiled, trying to keep things light. “What’s up, Katsuki?”

He didn’t respond, his eyes flickering to the duo. You take the hint and turn to the pair, giving them a quick wave. “I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

As your friends walked away the air between you and Bakugo thickened. He turned abruptly, heading toward the school building without a word, leaving you no choice but to follow.

When you reached an empty classroom, you slip inside, Bakugo shutting the door behind with a soft click. The familiar scent of chalk and old textbooks filled the space, but it did nothing to ease the growing tension.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just stood there with his hands still in his pockets, gaze fixed on a spot on the floor. His usual gruffness was gone—replaced by something much colder, much more distant.

We’ve been down all these roads before...

You watched him, waiting, hoping that he would explain whatever was weighing him down.

“Katsuki?” you step closer, voice soft. You offer him a bright smile, the kind that usually softened his rough edges.

But today, it didn’t reach him. He barely looked at you.

A sinking feeling began to settle in your chest. “Is something wrong?”

The silence hung between you like a heavy curtain. You reached out, your fingers just grazing his sleev—

“I want to break up.”

And what we found don’t live there anymore...

You took a step back, feeling as if his words had physically struck you. Your heart pounded in your chest until it echoed in your ears, drowning out the silence that had fallen between you.

“…What?” The word barely escaped your lips, a fragile whisper as your mind struggled to comprehend what he’d just said.

It didn’t make sense. Nothing about this made sense.

Bakugo’s jaw clenched, and for a fleeting moment, his crimson eyes met yours. He stiffened at the sight of you—vulnerable, confused.

Your brows furrowed in pain, your lips pressed together in an attempt to hold back the hurt. Seeing you like this made something inside him twist sharply.

But just as quickly, he tore his gaze away, refusing to let you see the storm raging inside him. 

“This,” he said, gesturing between the two of you with a sharp wave of his hand, “only happened out of obligation.”

Obligation...

The word hit you harder than the breakup itself.

He continued, his tone bitter.  “You know how the old hag was. Always on my ass, hounding me to give you a chance.”

It's dark...

Your mind reeled. You met Bakugo in middle school and from that moment you’d been drawn to him.

He was rough and brash with a fire that burned everything he did, and that only made you more determined to get close to him.

Your crush had been obvious, but you never shied away from it. You pursued him with a confidence that even now looking back you admired.

And yes, Bakugo had been difficult—dishing out the usual sharp remarks, disrespect dripping from every word. But still, you never backed down.

You tolerated it—not out of weakness, but because you refused to be intimidated by him.

You met his fire with your own; challenging him and pushing back, not afraid to give him the same energy he threw at the world.

It's cold...

At first you were just an affectionate annoyance to him. Always hanging around, always inserting yourself into his space. But with time, you grew on him—though he’d never admit it.

You became a part of his life, slipping past the walls he put up around everyone. He never asked for it, but he came to expect your presence—to crave it in ways he didn’t understand.

And now, standing in this empty classroom you could barely recognize him.

For a moment your voice felt lost. The Bakugo in front of you—saying these words and shutting himself off—was a stranger.

Something inside you knew he was lying. He had to be.

“…You’re lying.” Your voice came out weak, trembling.

The silence that followed was suffocating. Your words hung in the air fragile, and you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

But you knew Bakugo. He was a lot of things—angry, hotheaded, unpredictable—but he wasn’t a liar. Not to you.

If my hand is not the one you're meant to hold...

You searched his face for any hint of truth, any crack in his exterior. But his expression was hard, closed off in a way you hadn’t seen in so long.

“I’m not, and you know it!” His voice was sharp, louder than before with anger lacing every word.

His lips press into a thin line as his teeth into the flesh to keep the words trapped inside—the sorrys, the desperate apologies. Taking one last look at your face, he turns away with a scoff.

His chest tightened as he try to hold back the wave of guilt that threatened to swallow him whole.

But he couldn’t let it out. If he did, it’d be over. He wouldn’t be able to do this.

Wouldn’t be able to let you go.

"You are!" Your voice cut through the silence more sure this time. He could hear the determined steps you took toward him, the confidence in your voice making it even harder to breathe.

You were close now, close enough that he could feel your warmth even though he kept his back to you. He didn’t dare turn around.

"Tell me you don’t love me if you’re serious." You dared him, forcing him to confront the truth you already knew. "Because the Katsuki I know will tell me the truth, because he isn’t afraid of the consequences."

You know I'll stay don't you tempt me...

The words echoed in his mind, bouncing off the walls he had built around himself. And for a second, just a second, Bakugo faltered.

His resolve wavered at the sound of your belief in him—a belief he didn’t deserve, not after everything he was about to do.

Your confidence made his head spin, made the words in his throat turn to ash.

But no matter how much your voice reached out to him the doubt gnawed at him. The weight of every fear and insecurity clawing at the edges of his mind.

Do it, the voice whispered. You don’t deserve her. She deserves better, someone who can give her the kind of love you can’t.

The voice grew louder, drowning out everything else. They took root in his mind; poisoning every thought and emotion until all he could feel was the crushing weight of his own incompetence.

But all this weight is getting heavy...

"You want the truth?” Before he could stop himself the words ripped from his throat.

Turning around to face you with a vicious glare, his voice was laced with venom. “I can’t keep letting an extra like you drag me down!"

The second the words left his mouth the air between you seemed to freeze. Your footsteps, even the sound of your breathing—it all stopped.

The world felt like it had come to a standstill.

Bakugo's heart hammered in his chest as he forced himself to keep going. "You're not even in the hero course!"

Though meant to hurt and push you away, as soon as they left his mouth, he felt a sickening twist in his gut. Still he couldn’t stop. He had to finish this.

“Keep following me around like a pathetic dog. I will be Number One, and I refuse to have any baggage slowing me down!" His voice rose, louder and harsher than he meant.

Every syllable spoken was coated in venom, cutting deeper and deeper with each passing second. And then—silence.

Been holding up what wasn't meant to stand...

No words. No movement. Just...nothing.

Bakugo grit his teeth, jaw tight as he waited—waited for you to scream, to lash out, to fight back like you always did. But nothing came.

The silence stretched on, wrapping around him like chains, pulling him down deeper into the pit he had dug for himself.

Then, came the sound of your sniffles. Soft and faint, the sound of your heart breaking. For years, you always worried that you weren’t good enough for Bakugo.

You didn’t have the flashy, powerful quirk that the others did. Hell, you weren’t even in the hero course! You were just a simple General Studies student.

That insecurity had haunted you for as long as you could remember. It always lingered in the back of your mind, whispering doubts whenever you saw Bakugo training, pushing himself harder than anyone else.

And it had only gotten worse when you started dating him. You couldn’t help but wonder if people looked at you and thought, How could someone like her ever deserve him?

I turned this love into a wasteland...

But Bakugo had always been there to shut those thoughts down. Harshly. Brutally. He never let you get away with doubting yourself, always snapping at you for thinking so low of yourself.

His scolding had been tough, unrelenting, but it was his way of caring—his way of showing you that he believed in you, even when you didn’t believe in yourself.

And now...he was throwing all of that in your face.

His words cut deeper than you ever thought they could. He was attacking the very thing he had always defended you against.

The thing he had never let you believe about yourself. You weren’t in the hero course. You didn’t have a strong quirk. You weren’t like him.

Maybe you never would be.

The weight of his words pressed down on you, making your chest tight and throat constrict. You were so overwhelmed, so hurt, that you didn’t even notice one crucial thing.

He never said it.

Bakugo never said, “I don’t love you.”

But in your frantic state, your mind couldn’t latch onto that detail. Instead, it spiraled; twisting in on itself, unraveling every belief you’d ever held about his love for you.

Before I turn your heart into a ghost town...

Was everything he ever told you a lie? Was this how he truly felt all along?

'Was I just fooling myself this whole time?'

The thoughts came at you fast like a storm. Everything you thought was real—every tender moment, every quiet confession, every time Bakugo had pulled you close, even if he didn’t say the words outright—it all felt like it was shattering into pieces in front of you.

It was all too much. You couldn’t handle it. Couldn’t be here in this moment.

Not with him, not with those venomous words still hanging in the air between you.

Your vision blurred and you could feel your heart pounding wildly in your chest, threatening to tear you apart from the inside.

Panic set in. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think straight. Every part of you screamed to get out, to run, to escape.

'I can’t let him see me like this. I can’t...'

Before you knew it your hand was on the door, slamming it open with a force that rattled the frame.

Show me everything we built so I can tear it all down...

The sound echoed through the empty halls as you bolted, your sobs finally breaking free from your lips.

The world outside the classroom was a blur. Your tears streamed freely now, hot and stinging against your cheeks. You didn’t care who saw you.

You just needed to get away, to be anywhere but here. Suddenly, your shoulder slammed into something—someone—knocking you off balance.

You gasped, the impact jarring you out of your spiral for a split second.

Your eyes barely registered the green hair before you stammered out a tearful, jumbled, "S-sorry!" Your voice cracked by the sobs that you couldn’t control.

Down...

Down, down, down...

Izuku stumbled back wide-eyed in shock, his hand instinctively reaching out to steady you. But before he could ask what was wrong, you were already gone.

His fingers brushed the air where you had just been, mouth opened as if to call after you, but the words never came.

He watched helplessly as you disappeared down the hallway, your sobs echoing behind you like the remnants of a broken heart.

His hand hovered in the air for a moment longer, his brows furrowing in concern. “Wha...?”

His gaze flickered to where you had come from, the half-open door to the classroom still swinging slightly from your frantic exit.

What the hell just happened?

With a sinking feeling in his chest Izuku slowly approached the classroom door. Peering through the half-open door, he froze.

Tear it all down...

Inside the empty classroom stood Bakugo. The blonde had his back to the door as stared out the window.

Izuku had known Bakugo for a long time. He’d seen him angry, frustrated, ready to explode at a moment’s notice. But this...this was different.

This time he was silent. Completely and utterly still.

“Kacchan?” Izuku’s voice was hesitant, quiet, as if he were afraid to break the silence.

Not receiving an answer, the freckled greenette took a cautious step into the room, one foot out just in case he needed to make a quick escape. “Why was ____ crying? Is everything al—”

“Izuku.”

Izuku’s words died in his throat as his eyes widened in shock. His name. Bakugo never called him by his real name. Ever.

Not unless something was really, really wrong.

Down...

“Y-Yeah?” Izuku stammered. He took another step forward, but he froze again when Bakugo finally turned around.

Heart-broken, teary vermillion eyes are the first thing he sees.

His face was twisted, lips trembling as if he were desperately trying to hold everything in. The raw emotion on his face—the vulnerability—was something Izuku had never seen before.

It was like looking at a stranger.

“Kacchan...” Izuku’s voice was barely a whisper. For a long moment, the two boys just stood there staring at each other in silence.

Izuku was in disbelief at the sight of Bakugo. His childhood friend, his rival, the one person he had always thought was untouchable—completely crumbling before him.

But the more time passed, the more Bakugo’s carefully constructed façade began to shatter. And then, with a strangled yell Bakugo folded in on himself.

His body shook violently as he hunched forward, arms wrapping around his middle as if he could physically hold himself together.

But it was no use. The dam had broken.

Down, down, down...

Izuku’s heart lurched in his chest, legs moving before his brain could even process what was happening. He rushed forward, catching Bakugo just as the blonde collapsed from the weight of his own emotions.

“K-Kacchan—Bakugo!” Izuku’s voice was panicked, his arms holding the teen to steady him, though he barely knew what to do. “What’s going on? What happened?”

Bakugo wasn’t supposed to break like this. He wasn’t supposed to fall apart. He was strong. Stronger than anyone.

And yet, here he was: trembling violently, sobbing uncontrollably in Izuku’s arms.

“I… I had to��” Bakugo choked out between gasping, shuddering breaths. His voice was barely recognizable, thick with pain and regret.

His hands clutched desperately at Izuku’s arms, as if they were the only thing keeping him grounded. “I had to do it… I had to…”

Izuku tightened his grip, his mind racing as he tried to process what Bakugo was saying. “Had to? Had to do what?” he asked, his voice shaking as he looked down at Bakugo’s tear-streaked face, alarm written all over his features.

He’d never seen Bakugo like this—no one did.

Bakugo’s head fell forward, his messy blond hair shadowing his eyes as he gripped Izuku’s arms harder. “I had to let her go,” Bakugo rasped, his voice breaking as fresh tears spilled down his cheeks.

“...I had to.”

I'll tear it all down...

[theeyoungalabastoralt]

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Ken Takagi (Rock Lock): "Turn Up The Heat" (NSFW) Requested by: @princeasimdiya12 Word count: Coming soon! Sumary: Finaly returning home after ten years from over seas as a sex therapist, reader reunites with his long time friend Keiko and her husband Ken also known as the her Rock Lock, managing to befriend the seasoned hero. On one fateful day the topic of their failing sexlife comes up and Reader offers a generous hand to spice things up.

[aswanlake]

Crossed With Glass

• 0.2⠀( dogs don’t want, they beg , silly puppet . )⠀by aswanlake.

synopsis: waking up is the last thing Kyo thought would be possible after her accident. however now she doesn’t remember the last two years of her life and something is off. her body is put back together, skin repaired and injuries basically faded. how is this even possible? her only answer is a very short and awkward looking doctor, peering over her whenever she awoke.

content warnings: non canon timeline (season 1 now takes place in third year instead of first year), description of injury \ blood & death, fem!reader, 3rd person POV, cussing, villainous activity, murder, hurt / some comfort, canon violence, suggestive themes, angst, fighting, adult themes, language inaccuracies, medical inaccuracies, no use of y/n, non-sexual mentions of nudity (not real), degrading language / behavior, father-like kurogiri, implied grooming, dehumanization,

a/n: reader is referred to as “puppet” as a name, this being used to refer to the reader in a dehumanizing way, if you don’t like it then please ignore it. Reader has no canon name however I never use Y/N throughout the story, reader will always be referred to by a nickname of some sort. headers by @diviniyae

tags ; @graythecoffeebean @vikizzy @airinanami @naliarefira @vrtualvampy @nersukehiro @diorpar @sunonbody @jaebumblebee

wc : 4.8k

song of the chapter⠀⠀:⠀⠀briston by sydney rose .

There were vivid flashes of life. Memories that she didn’t remember to be her own, she had never been to such high class establishments or these back alleyways of Musutafu and yet her mind knew them as if a map had been implanted into her brain. There was a chill that ran over her body after each shattered memory, the shiver running up her spine before it all went blank again, completely white. She wasn’t allowed to keep these memories for long, as soon as her mouth remembered how to open and words could form, the memories were forgotten and she was back to the white room and ceiling with that chill making her body shiver. It wasn’t that cold in Japan and it was obvious that she was at least in a room so she shouldn’t have been that cold, there was no reason for her body to shiver and yet every time she got even a smidge of her eyes opening and any recollection of what happened the chill returned.

However this time it didn’t, her eyes opened adjusting to the dimly lit room, no windows, just white walls that added to the harshness that continued to nip at her body. Her body took a moment to remember how it worked, arms dragging her down with its weight before finally inching upwards towards the destination her brain had in mind, however her eyes noticed before her head did that her arm didn’t belong to her. It wasn’t her own, she wasn’t sure how she knew that but it was just a gut feeling, an inkling, her entire body felt brand new, nothing felt like it belonged to her. The skin on her body felt fake as if she was a mannequin who’s clothes had been rearranged, put in a display case for everyone to look upon her naked form.

Her sulking and questioning was interrupted by a man entering, he was short and lacking hair, clearly old and his coat forced the assumption that he was a doctor of some sort. His hand adjusted the eye glass he wore before an expiration of pure surprise and joy replaced it. “You’re awake. I thought you would be out at least a little bit longer, I went to go get lunch. Onigiri?” It was uncanny, why was he being so welcoming and nice to her? Where was she? Who was he? Who was she? Her mouth opened to respond but it was dry, lips cracked and rough so she simply shook her head, she wasn’t sure if she could stomach it right now. He still pushed one towards her, salmon, it’s easy on the stomach and good for her anyways. Next he passed a chapstick next to it, watching her curious expression as she attempted to figure out what it was, with a heart laugh he opened it for her, walking towards the table she laid upon. “Forgot that you don’t know how to use this, or what this is. This is chapstick, it’s for your lips that are chapped, that dry feeling.” She simply nodded her head at his explanation, reaching for it and cautiously applying it to her lips. 

They almost instantly felt better, however the few pieces of dead skin ruined the completely smooth glide that she would have had. “Where am I?” Her mouth finally allowed words to leave and that was the only question she could ask, the others were jumbled in her brain refusing to give her a single answer. He nudged the onigiri closer towards her before walking towards a dimly lit tablet set up on a desk. It monitored her vitals, her heartbeat, blood sugar, but the weirdest thing was her brain waves showing up upon the small screen. She squinted her eyes to get a better look and the doctor gave a quick chuckle, pulling what looked to be a clip from a project and it rolled up into a little ball on the ceiling. Instead of the all white wall room she was used to, it was replaced by a huge monitor, the information that had just been on the tablet now showing up on the huge screen in a much clearer picture.

However the action only made her more uncomfortable, now being able to see things appear on the screen. Her mouth mindlessly nibbled on the onigiri in her hand while her eyes scanned the screen. “You’re home. Soon you’ll be able to leave.” She didn’t remember her home but this place did feel a little bit familiar, not much but a little bit. She didn’t nod or shake her head, no approval or denial, she wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth or not. “In a little bit you aren't going to be yourself-” Her gaze finally flicked in his direction, unsure of what he was truly referring to. She felt like herself right now, hy would she not feel like herself in a little bit? How long is a little bit? “You’re not going to remember me telling you this, I should know. We’ve done this little routine plenty of times. How do you think I know salmon is your choice?” Slowly she placed the item of food down, assuming it to be drugged or perhaps worse but the man before her only laughed. “It’s not drugged sweetheart. We don’t need something like that after all we’ve done to you. I’m gonna say a few words and you won’t remember what happens but once you finish your mission everything will be good as new and I’ll bring you back.” Fear shot through her body for a reason she didn't understand, was he gonna hurt her? Were these words gonna hurt her? Her body tried to move away from him but it was fruitless, his mouth opened and words droned out, she barely heard him as everything started to hurt. Her head started to burn as if erasing her freewill before her eyes, any ties to independence were forgotten and co-dependency were the only things keeping her alive. The only word that stuck with her was “制御”, which meant control.

When she awoke or rather gained just a pinch of consciousness again, she was inside of a building that she didn’t remember, at this point she didn’t remember anything so that was a terrible analogy to show her discomfort. It was cold but not as cold as the lab she had woken up in, vials filled the area with unknown liquids and all the scientists that seemed as though they had been working on them now covered the floor. Some blood seeping into the soles of her shoe, did she kill him? Did she hurt them? She was never a violent person, she wasn’t sure why she would hurt these people out of nowhere. What did they do to her to deserve such a treatment? Her mind swirling questions were interrupted by the moaning from a man on the floor, crimson oozing out of his injury with every move he made. Her eyes glared at him, wide and wild, filled with a mix of fear and concern which were returned by him with nothing but terror.

“Please, please let me live. I won’t tell anyone I swear, just let me live.” He looked her dead in the eyes, maybe she should be wearing a hood or a mask for protection from things like this, now she had to kill him because he had seen her face. She had to kill him or someone else would. She had to kill him to put him out of his misery. She had to kill him because she would be the most merciful about it. The more she said it, the more it became true in her mind. Her body stalked back over to him consciousness running to hide in the back of her mind to accept its fate and escape the guilt. She didn’t want to kill him but she had to right? Why did she feel the need to hurt him? To kill him? To get rid of him? Why was she so worried about being caught? Didn’t she want to escape? The questions still ran rampant in her mind as her foot was on his throat, pressing deeply, harder and harder as if she was going to use him as a stepping stone. The crack of his skin was silent but the crushing of his veins sounded like the breaking of a saltine cracker or the shelling of a hard boiled egg. Then finally her foot went through, landing on the ground covered in a sticky substance, her eyes couldn’t look down to witness what she had done but she knew he stopped moving and that was enough to still her mind.

“Doctor. We have a problem.”

Reviewing the security footage from the incident at the science lab did not help with the investigation. There was absolutely nothing, as soon as even a small image of the person responsible showed up on screen the video began to blur and warp as if it was tampered with. Asking for interviews was useless, everyone on the scene was dead. The police suspected that it was a personal attack due to the treatment of one of the scientists, the others had been killed somewhat humanly, the actions mimicking that of a hunter and it’s way of killing animals but just one, his entire throat had been crushed, it took hours to even clean him up completely, it was disgusting. The more confusing thing was the fact that nothing was taken from the lab, not a single vial was touched, dangerous chemicals that any villain would have been happy to get its hands on were left in the same spot they were yesterday. They went through the entire catalog just to ensure nothing had been taken, even tested the materials to ensure they weren’t switched or changed with anything but everything was exactly where it should have been. This was odd, Aizawa knew it but there was nothing he could do about it rather than just keep asking questions that would never be answered so the police eventually had to let it go. It became a cold case in the matter of 48 hours. Despite having the culprit on video there was nothing they could do. Families were upset, rightfully so but there was nothing that could be done.

“Did I kill him?” She asked, sitting on the same table she was woken up on, munching on another packaged salmon onigiri that she had been given while her vitals were being measured. She was allowed to have a TV now, watching the news as if she was being punished by her actions by being forced to rewatch them. “I told you to. So of course you did.” It was uncanny, this sense of having no control over her body and the man next to her being so uncomfortably calm about it, however this was more freedom than she was expecting so that was somewhat a good thing but she still didn’t understand why she was here and what she was doing. “Are you just going to make me kill people? All the time? What if I don’t want to?” The doctor laughed at her, a hearty chuckle that came from his belly as if it was the first time he had ever heard “a joke”. “I don’t care if you don’t want to. You aren’t here to want. Dogs don’t want, they follow directions and they beg if they want something. Are you going to beg me to not kill someone?” He was clearly gauging what she was going to say and she wasn’t sure what the correct answer was but she was compelled to tell whatever truth would leave her lips. “If I have to. I’m not a killer.” She blinked at him, stone cold and unwavering as he shook his head, making a “tsk” sound with his mouth. “I guess you weren’t ready to come out yet. Who would have thought that he would have been right- of all people?” Fear, now she remembered what it felt like and she hated it, her body shaking uncontrollably, mind running relentlessly because her legs wouldn’t move no matter how hard she tried. She didn’t remember what she was running from but she knew it couldn’t be good. “Please don’t.”

She swallowed heavily as she stared at him with an expression of pure glee, he was sick. This was a man who was fucking sick, he didn’t love her or care about her, he cared about his investment in her. She wanted to crawl away, maybe crush his throat like she had the scientist but couldn’t move, not unless he told her that she could. “You talk too much, you know? I’ll fix that next time. Lay back.” Just like that her mouth zipped itself shut, lips sewn together with red thread and her body laid back, eyes staring helplessly at the ceiling, this felt familiar, from what she wasn’t sure but she knew that it was something she didn’t want to experience again. Her mouth only opened again whenever he waved a mouthpiece in front of her like a treat, like she was a dog. She wanted to scream out in fear but nothing came, beg for the life that he said he might give to her if she gave up her pride, her arms and feet were shackled but even without it she wouldn’t have moved, not without permission. “This will only hurt a little bit.. A lot a bit, but you can take it can’t you? You’re my prize, I made you so strong, so that you could take it.” She wanted to shake her head at him, disagree with his overestimation of her strength but there was nothing, the only thing that came were tears welling up her eyes, she looked pathetic and it was insufferable. She returned to her line of sight, placing what felt like stickers along her body, the same ones she had earlier to measure her heart rate and brain waves, was he really going to do this to her again? What was this? Why was she so afraid? Why couldn’t she stop the tears from falling? He shushed her tears, wiping them with his hand, disgust filling her senses as she tried to pull away from him. “Stay still, it will hurt less.” What a liar.

She didn’t think she’s ever screamed louder, the reason for restraints made a lot more sense as she fought against them with every sense of strength she had. Her legs kicked aimlessly at the table, arms flailing as they tried to escape their prison and her head twisting to find a break from the excruciating pain that came with no break. Her voice cracked but her sobs and screams never stopped, it was as if her limbs were being ripped from her body, slowly to ensure the most anguish. What made it worse is that she started to remember, her mind started to flash memories of a boy with blonde hair, an unruly temper but never raised his voice at her, soon it began to scratch itself from her mind, everything that had been etched into stone was wiped clean. It was unknown how long she had been going through this torture but it felt like forever, she was on fucking fire, her body wouldn’t still and her mind never knew calm, even small movements were met with pain until she was basically thrashing across the table, trying to escape this hell. The scientist she killed was erased, such a small insignificant detail and yet she still wasn’t allowed to hold onto it, anything her arms tried to keep close to her was ripped away and destroyed before her eyes. Until finally, it stopped. Her body falling limply onto the table, chest rising heavily up and down, her arms didn’t even twitch and her eyes opened, bracing for the white ceiling once again. The mouthpiece was removed and her body was tilted forward, the table moving without releasing her from her chains, just holding her up-right so she could look the doctor in the eye or rather below his eye level. She didn’t deserve to look him in the eye. “Puppet?” The air between them was silent for a moment as she caught her breath. Finally she looked up, not at him but at something behind him. “I await your word, Doctor.”

The doctor introduced her to “father”, a tall man with a mask for a face, who wore all black, a suit if she was correct. “You’re a gift for my son. You are to protect him no matter what, even if it costs you your life. Your life is insignificant compared to his. He is the next me, the new hope for the next generation without heroes.” She looked near him, never at him, she didn’t deserve to look him in the eye, father was gracious enough to keep her alive so she had to give him the respect he deserved. However he forced her gaze towards him with his finger, his hand was too big for her face, he probably would have crushed her skull if he grabbed her. “You are my doctor's greatest achievement, Nomu. The only one of your kind, the others are brainless and can’t speak, stuck in a trance but you obey without question because you want to.” Somehow it almost sounded real, almost as if she had a choice in the matter. “Nod.” She nodded without hesitation, eyes staring into the mask that only showed her expression. “See. Everything you do is because I tell you too but because you want to do it. You have the choice not to do it but we both know that won’t end well for you, isn’t that right?” This time he didn’t have to tell her to nod, she did it without question, he asked her a question directly so she could respond. He looked almost proud of her, there was no smile shown in the mask but she could feel it. She wanted him to be proud of her, if he was proud of her then maybe it would be worth it in the end.

‘Son’. Shigaraki Tomura technically, his official parents and family were labeled as dead in the police database. She spent hours going through it, storing everything in her head as if she was a computer, a storage compartment for any information he might need or need to know about her. He had a scratching tick, whenever nervous, upset or overwhelmed he would scratch at the skin on her neck as if he needed to rip it off to feel a sense of comfort. Had she been capable of moving without direction then she most likely would have developed it as well, however her hands only slightly twitched whenever he did it until “Kurogiri” gave her the command to stop him anytime he started. Kurogiri was another gift that father had given Shigaraki, he was weirdly compassionate with his gifts, he never threw things or hit them like the doctor did, however he also didn’t feed them or tell him jokes. Kurogiri had more control over his body than she did, basically human, so he took care of her whenever Shigaraki would forget to.

The routine was quite simple, staying in the abandoned bar and drafting up plans to destroy the heroes, she didn’t want to destroy anyone. Her body stood behind Tomura like a shadow, arms crossed behind her back, eyes scanning the board he’d (father) put together with red string with the perfect plan. “After that, we can kill All Might! He’ll be weak and all alone.” Tomura spoke, his scratchy voice unsoothing to her ears, Kurogiri wasn’t convinced that this plan was full proof, shaking his mist filled head at the board. “What if he has back up from someone with a long range quirk? Tomura you’re short range and won’t survive in a fight with someone with better endurance.” His question was answered with a childish groan from Shigaraki. “No one will be able to get in! That’s why we block the doors! Who even has a long range quirk anyways? Puppet! What heroes have long range quirks that could be a threat to me.” Her eyes glanced at the board and then back at Tomura. “Eraserhead, quirk Eraser. Present Mic, quirk Voice. Nejire-Chan, quirk Wave Motion. Endeavor, quirk Hellflame. Midnight, quirk-” He quickly cut her off, “Ok I get it!” She would have explained why they were people he should be concerned for but he never gave her the chance, she just went back to staring at the board without any more commentary but Kurogiri seemed to be happy with her input. “See. Even our puppet knows it, this could go quite badly.”

Tomura let out what seemed to be a mix between a groan of annoyance and a moan of pain, her body tensed up at his sound, eyes scanning him to ensure his safety. “He’s fine, puppet. Just annoyed.” She didn’t know that Kurogiri was aware of her watching but calmed her staring and went back to the board with a quick nod. “Puppet is basically a machine, she calculates everything based on percentage and statistics that she’s memorized. She doesn’t make space for things like chance or human error.” “You don’t make mistakes. There was no human error to account for.” Both men in the room stared at her, it was the first time she had ever spoken out of turn. Her head bowed to him immediately in an apology for speaking without even being talked to but he only laughed. “I don’t make mistakes. Only others do, their stupidity messing up father’s plans is insufferable.” They could both agree on that, she hated to see one of father’s plans messed up purely because of human error, despite being human she never felt like one, almost growing a distance to them in her mind– she didn’t have to account for human error because she was never wrong, she never made a mistake. Never. With her words being the last solidifying factor, Tomura was set on his plan and stormed away to his bedroom to converse with father. She rarely got to talk to father nowadays, it had been almost eight months since she had seen him face to face and two months since he’d actually talked to her, it was insufferable. She wasn’t sure why she was being deprived of his love, she didn’t recall doing anything wrong or being punished for something that Tomura didn’t like so it didn’t make sense. Even though she tried to hide it, Kurogiri could sense the longing in her eyes everytime they followed Tomura whenever he was planning to talk to father.

He hated it but there was nothing he could do about it, he had no true control over the situation. “Puppet-” Her body turned in his direction, eyes immediately returning contact. “Come sit.” His head nodded towards the bar, he was usually behind it, for a man with smoke for a body he was surprisingly a good bartender, or at least she assumed so, he didn't let her have alcohol. She sat on one of the crusty bar stools, hands laying flat on the table to show that she had no weapons on her. Usually if she held something she’d place it before her, the doctor said that any commander should be able to use whatever weapon on her without any stress or worry. Only if she deserved it. He passed her a glass of water but she didn’t even glance at it, looking at him directly. “Take a sip.” She hated words like that, ‘sip’, ‘handful’, ‘part’, they never had a definitive value and she was scared that she would overstep or disappoint purely because she didn’t understand what that meant.

Puppet grabbed the glass, the cold rushing a shiver over her body but she didn’t react, staying completely still and taking a gulpful of water, eyes watching to see if he wanted to stop but he never indicated that he wanted her too. She finished the cup, placing it down and if anything Kurogiri looked happy for some reason. “Do you drink water often or is your first cup of the week?” She didn’t know if he was seriously asking her how she got her nutrients, did he not know the answer? “I get my nutrients and water intake from an IV, delivered by the doctor. I am not dehydrated if that was your question.” She wasn’t sassing, just answering his question with the knowledge she knew. “Well that’s good to know. Are you ready to fight with Tomura tomorrow?” All of his questions felt rhetorical, he was asking how she felt as if she actually had a choice. “I am always prepared to fight to protect Tomura. Even if I have to-” He cut her off, this was the second time today, was she talking too much? “Give your life. I know but you won’t so don’t worry about that.” She was not worried, she did not worry. Why was he like this? He was aware of how her mind worked. “I don’t worry. I do not feel, Kurogiri.” He looked almost disappointed by her answer however she didn’t continue to speak instead waited to be dismissed so she could sleep for the night and prepare for tomorrow.

On the floor is where she sleeps, her body does not reject the bed however her mind does. she doesn’t deserve it, she isn’t human, not enough to deserve the comfort of a bed at least. she could not fall behind whenever it came to sleep or nutrition, it would affect her work ethic and that was unreasonable. Sleep wasn’t that important to her, it could be bypassed if she truly needed to, however it eased Kurogiri’s mind that she would sleep through the night even if it was a blank space, no dreams because she needed memories to be able to dream. Puppet however hated sleeping, it was tedious and uncomfortable, the rest of the world all slept at the same time and it would be the perfect time to plan or attack however there was a weird common courtesy amongst human beings to allow others to sleep through the night even if their world was ending. That was what made her human counterpart nonexistent, there was no courtesy that existed to her, slang made no sense and words with no true value or meaning were stupid, she was a calculated machine with no room for error. However tonight of all nights was the one where she couldn’t sleep, her body laid still on the floor with her eyes to the ceiling but nothing made her tired. She tried running through the database that was her mind of facts or details to tire herself out and even that wouldn’t work.

It was insufferable, she could count down the minutes of how long she had been awake, fingers lightly tapping her opposing hand to count each minute. “Can’t sleep?” The sound of Kurogiri’s voice shocked her body upwards, bowing at his presence before simply shaking her head. “I did not mean to neglect my sleeping pattern. Please forgive me.” She couldn’t even make it through the night without getting in trouble, what a terrible puppet she was but Kurogiri wasn’t angry with her, he never was. “You do not have to bow to me, nor do you have to be sorry. It was merely a question, I won’t punish you for not being able to sleep one night. I won’t tell the doctor about this little situation if you promise to answer a question for me.” He sounded sincere but she took it as mockery, she was forced to answer the question whether she wanted to or not, why even bother asking if she’ll answer it? “Of course Kurogiri.” He seemed to be soothed at the sound of her voice, despite it being the same monotone as normal it was calmer, quieter, to adapt to her surroundings. “Do you really think this plan will work?” He was asking for her opinion. She was inclined to always agree with what Shigiraki said, however he was asleep, wasn’t within ear shot and wasn’t the one asking her the question. She was being asked based off of statistics and what she knew of the heroes and her own handler. Puppet was ashamed to even answer the question but both of them knew the truth even if she didn’t say it. “No. We will fail tomorrow but we will not die.” Despite Kurogiri being nothing but smoke, his physical body was there somewhere and it helped him form what looked to be human expressions like the smiles that graced his face after her answer. “That is all. Goodnight puppet.” She wasn’t able to sleep before but after that, she fell right asleep.

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[wing-ed-thing]

Best Friend Headcanons with Izuku Midoriya

Tags: No Reader Pronouns, Classmate!Reader, Interpersonal Conflict

𓆃 Overall a solid friend who's gentle, considerate, and supportive of anything you could ever set your mind to, but your friendship will require a lot of work if it's reaching anything past surface level.

𓆃 Because, make no mistake, Izuku is a very good friend, but your relationship will either always be surface level or he'll become one of your very best friends for your lifetime.

𓆃 It's very easy to befriend Izuku in the first place. It takes less than one meaningful interaction to put you on his radar, and especially in group settings, time spent together doing activities is enough to naturally draw you close.

𓆃 Even if you weren't necessarily Izuku's friend in the first place, if Iida invites you both to his place for studying one week and Ochako invites everyone out to BBQ the next week, you're basically friends by proxy.

𓆃 Because Izuku doesn't care too much about the barrier between classmate/acquaintance and being friends. He'll most definitely care if you care, but that certainly doesn't stop him from awkwardly raving about your quirk or costume or other notable trait that's unique to you.

𓆃 Social anxiety be damned; he's curious!

𓆃 It also doesn't hurt that he's extremely easy to match energies with.

𓆃 And that's one of the most endearing parts of having Izuku as a friend, especially if you also have niche hobbies or special interests. Izuku is always eager to learn and spend meaningful social time.

𓆃 The hour doesn't matter; Izuku is always down to sit for any length of time in the common area at odd hours to chat or just share space.

𓆃 He's also surprisingly down for most anything short of criminal activity or rule breaking. Although, it does take some convincing.

𓆃 You and the rest of your friend group will want to grab fast food at an odd hour and it takes at least a half hour of warming Izuku up to the idea and talk him out of sticking too strictly to his sleep routine.

𓆃 The key is that you have to drop hints about it throughout the day to warm him up. You have the best record by far when it comes to convincing Izuku to take spontaneous trips or do spontaneous projects.

𓆃 (You convinced him to do a snack run in 5 minutes flat.)

𓆃 One fantastic thing about Izuku is that he never makes you feel like you're bothering him and always makes it abundantly clear that he wants to spend time with you no matter how mundane the activity is.

𓆃 He loves running errands to the point that somethings he'll run errands for you... and this is where you might run into some issues.

𓆃 For all of his overthinking, Izuku sure likes to assume. He likes to assume your needs; he likes to assume when conversations are over (even if you're bringing something serious up to him and you really need to talk it all the way through); and most egregiously, he often assumes your feelings.

𓆃 Izuku reads into everything, and there are times when the amount of reassurance he needs is excessive. And the worst of it is that he won't even ask if you're mad or annoyed or whatever negative emotion he's afraid of you having.

𓆃 He'll just be avoiding you for a few days and it's up to you to ask if anything is wrong with him.

𓆃 Or the times he comes to you, his way of asking can be presumptuous and sometimes even insulting.

𓆃 "I know you were outperformed by Komori in the last match-ups, and you're super angry— I mean, it's no wonder because, with her new support items, the matchup was super one-sided from the beginning, so I understand why you're feeling really useless and weak right now..." and he'll say all that without you having even said a word.

𓆃 This can inadvertently turn things that are occupying your brain space into issues with him. He'll express regret that he didn't help you more with your strategy— even if you didn't even ask him for help in the first place— and suddenly the conversation about feeling bummed about your loss has turned into comforting Izuku.

𓆃 And any kind of direct conversation leads to him trying to overcompensate. No matter how calm or peaceful you are in bringing up issues between the two of you, you can almost certainly count on him saying, "I'll never do it ever again," "I can't believe I've been such a bad friend," and "You don't deserve to have to deal with someone like me."

𓆃 While he's not trying to be manipulative, his words most definitely come off as such. And it comes from an inability to take things he's done wrong in stride.

𓆃 And this isn't to mention if you do something that bothers him. He'll ignore that and plan on taking it to his grave, not realizing that there's been an awkward resentment or tension building up that will inevitably burst.

𓆃 Although, make no mistake, Izuku isn't some passive guy who will take the hits as they come without a word. If he's not passive-aggressive in his anger toward you, he's not afraid to let everything he's been stewing in explode on you all at once, and those unfiltered thoughts can be nasty.

𓆃 For someone so well-spoken in most other parts of his life, Izuku doesn't know how to split the different between passive-aggressive avoidance and direct, emotional sputtering when it comes to his interpersonal conflict communication.

𓆃 The moment emotions get tied up in everything is the moment Izuku implodes.

𓆃 He'll never tell you that he felt left out of something or that something you've been saying has been rubbing him the wrong way, but he expects you to pick up on that without ever mentioning it to you.

𓆃 Depending on the level of issues you have with each other, you're going to have one serious conversation that makes or breaks your entire friendship. Because for how skittish and people-pleasing Midoriya is, he's surprisingly high maintenance.

𓆃 He expects, on some level, that everyone thinks like he does and is as thorough as he is. Izuku doesn't like having direct conversations about issues, so he doesn't until it's too late.

𓆃 And truly, isn't that how it goes when direct communication isn't within your wheelhouse?

𓆃 That's your main obstacle because it's truly bound to happen. But if you care about each other enough and choose to listen with open hearts and minds, you'll have made a friend for life.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

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Blue-Flamed Forest

Witch!Dabi x Fem!Reader

Tags/Warnings: fantasy AU, medieval AU, witch!Touya, witch!reader, time skip, creampie, mating press, fluff and smut, soft Touya, teasing

Synopsis: Time has now passed since your initial meeting with Touya. You've come to learn more about yourself and your new abilities, all with the gentle guidance of Touya. But... you find yourself feeling more for him than just someone who lives in his home. When he speaks, your mind blanks, too busy on watching the way his lips move to even absorb a word. Your feelings come to a fever pitch when you playfully steal his hat. So what happens when you decide to act on your desires?

Author's note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN (early). Okay so I know I have been gone awhile buuuuut I figure with halloween right around the corner... I should rly get around to showing witch!Touya some love. And so, here you are.

Word Count: 6.2K

Heavily inspired by this art by the lovely shoucolate

Masterlist

Link to AO3

Part Two

It has been some time since you first arrived. You’ve grown accustomed to both life in the forest and life with Touya. The seasons have since changed. All of the trees have shed their leaves and a thin blanket of snow covers the ground. Usually, around wintertime, you’d struggle to stay warm and heat your shop while you drowned in needlework. But now? Touya’s home -no-  your home is never cold, the fire always alit with his glowing blue flames. The only struggles you truly face are from attempting to understand runic language and from trying to stay awake with how cozy your home is. Which brings you to now, finding Touya has lost that battle and slumbers peacefully. It’s a sight that makes you smile, seeing him so serene. 

He must not have intended to fall asleep, as he’s still wearing his hat. The pointed hat is now crumpled against the chaise. You’re able to really look at him like this, to fully drink in his features; the slope of his nose, his pretty white eyelashes, the contour of his lips… You try to push down these thoughts of yours when they come around, but you can’t help but think he’s quite attractive. It’s becoming increasingly distracting lately. Just the other day, when he was so close to you, attempting to help you understand a particularly confusing spell from his books, you couldn’t stop staring at his lips and thinking about what they would feel like against yours. You can’t even remember what he said then, it’s gotten to be that troublesome for you. 

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when he seems to stir in his sleep, brows pinching together as he mumbles incoherently. You knew of his troubles sleeping, but you never had the chance to see what he was talking about, as the two of you slept separately. It seems to you as if he’s having an unpleasant dream. The thought of him having nightmares while you stand there and do nothing doesn’t sit well with you. You don’t want to disturb his slumber, so you decide against awakening him. Instead, you choose to soothe him. 

You sit next to him on the available space of the chaise. Your fingers deftly trace the runes on his skin. The contact seems to calm him, as his brow slowly relaxes and his mumbling subsides. You wonder if he has bad dreams often, silently carrying that burden all on his own. The thought makes you determined to get to know him better. You want to become someone he trusts, someone he can rely on. You’ve been grateful for his help in understanding yourself and your new abilities, but you can’t help but worry the relationship has been one-sided, with you disproportionately benefitting while he gets nothing in return. You want to help him too, you’re just not sure how. 

You must have been too enamored in your own introspection to notice he had awoken. His eyes flutter open and drearily peer at you. You feel frozen in place. 

“Y-you’re awake,” you stutter. Your cheeks feel hot. You turn away as you apologize. “I didn’t mean to wake you, I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” he dismisses. His voice is raspier and deeper than normal. Hearing him speak this way sends a tingle down your spine. Your eyes are magnetically drawn to him despite your embarrassment and you glance over at him. He gives you a soft smile as he rubs the remnants of sleep from his eyes. It seems the dregs of drowsiness are wearing off of him, as he flirts, “I wouldn’t mind waking up like that more often.” 

“Waking up like what?” you ask, inquisitively. 

He merely smirks at you, before clarifying, “To you.” His sweet words make you feel even more flustered.

“You tease me too much, Touya,” you huff.

“I do not,” he defends, sitting up as he denies your accusation and closing some of the distance between you. “I don’t think I do it enough, actually.” 

“Well in that case…” you start, before trailing off at the end of your sentence. Touya looks at you expectantly. You snatch his witch’s hat from his head and dodge his reaching hands by leaping up from your spot on the chaise. “Until you stop teasing me, this will be mine.” 

You place the hat atop your head. He’s staring at you with a shocked expression. His stunned demeanor makes you a little nervous, causing you to question if your attempt at playfulness has instead insulted him. You try to maintain the lighthearted mood by asking, “What, does it not suit me?” 

His mind is flooding with thoughts of you wearing more of his clothes. Or better yet, you in nothing but his hat. 

He’s gotta get that damn thing back. 

“As much as it does, I’ll be taking that,” he says. You give him a mischievous smile.

“You’ll have to catch me then,” you challenge. And with that, the chase begins. Touya is much quicker than you expected, as he gains on you quickly. You duck and dodge his efforts to snatch the hat from your head. It’s after a particularly close call that you think of a devious idea. You still have the rune marks on your skin from practicing earlier, the letters temporarily stained onto your skin with simple ink. It’s nothing more than a simple spell, something you learned from him, in fact, but maybe it’ll help you prolong this little game. A chair is pulled out ahead of his path, so not as to cause him to trip and hurt himself but to serve as an obstacle, in an attempt to buy yourself a few more seconds. He catches it with his hand and pushes it out of his way. 

“It’ll take more than a cheap trick to stop me,” he brags, before resuming the chase. 

You maneuver carefully and quickly through the halls. You’re nearing the end of the hall, so you have to make the quick decision to dive into a room. You choose to bolt into your bedroom. It’s rather small and a dead end, but maybe you could figure out a way to dart past him and win this little game. His pace is slower as he enters your room, knowing full well that you’re cornered with nowhere to go. You attempt to run past him, but his arms circle around your waist. He grabs you and spins you around in his arms. You let out a surprised squeal. 

“Alright, alright, you win,” you concede, speaking in between giggles. He gently places you down on the ground. You reach up and place his hat back on his head. Your arms seem to hesitate. You don’t want to stop touching him just yet, so you rest one of your arms on his shoulder, like a faux embrace, while your other hand adjusts his hat. He doesn’t seem to mind, as he leans into your touch. One of his hands rests upon your waist, pulling you slightly closer to him. You feel more secure in your gestures, and you drape your arms behind his neck. 

You’ve been afraid of overstepping by touching him all this time, but his reactions make you realize he really doesn’t mind. It’s as if he’s been starved for touch. The thought of him being so deprived of human interaction makes you a bit saddened. You remember what you were thinking about on the chaise, how you wish to understand him more. How can you expect to learn more about him if you never take the chance to ask? 

“Touya?” You ask, unsure. You’re curious, but you don’t want to make him uncomfortable.

“Hm?” He hums.

“Please forgive my prying and my sudden question, but… did you ever feel lonely?” you ask softly. “I just… I can’t help but wonder what it was like for you, to be alone all these years.” 

“Even before,” he starts, referencing his time as a royal. “I never was much of a socialite. Being alone is natural for me.” 

“Hm, is that so?” You hum, before continuing in a softer, almost somber tone, “I hope my presence hasn’t ruined that for you.” He’s quick to deny it, dispelling your worries.

“No, not a chance. I…,” he pauses. There’s a slight flush that begins to creep upon his cheeks as he hesitates to speak more. Your eyes catch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows, before his next admission falls from his tongue. 

“I have enjoyed your company,” he admits. His other hand finds itself on your waist and the two of you hold one another. Your heart seems to stutter. 

“But would you continue to enjoy it?” You challenge. His gestures get bolder, as he pulls you flush against him, his arms wrapped around your torso. “You’re stuck with me now. Would that ever be tiring?” 

“I don’t think such a thing is possible,” he reassures. 

“I sure hope not,” you murmur. He gives you a soft smile that you find yourself returning, lifting the mood. The two of you embrace comfortable silence, gazing into each other’s eyes with enamored expressions, until he seems to be lost in thought. You don’t notice how his eyes flick from your eyes to your lips. 

“Can I…” he trails off, shyly. You raise an eyebrow, encouraging him to continue. His face reddens more when he finally rushes out, “Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” you breathe, responding almost embarrassingly fast. A quick flash of relief crosses his face upon hearing your enthusiasm before being replaced by a loving smile. The space between the two of you closes as his face draws closer to yours. Instinctively, your eyes flutter shut and your lips part. 

You can feel him fighting back a smile when your lips finally touch. The feeling of his lips on yours is everything you imagined and more; soft and sweet, loving yet passionate. Despite finally feeling his lips on yours, satisfying your desire, you find yourself yearning for more. You want to feel more of him, all of him. The thought fills you with a fire you’ve never felt before. You throw yourself to the flames and kiss him back with fervor as you card one of your hands through his soft, white hair. 

He holds you tighter against him as his lips work against yours. Your heart feels like it could just burst when he deepens the kiss and runs his tongue along your lip. His tongue brushes against yours when you part your lips further. The action makes you sharply inhale. You’re intoxicated by him, drunk on every sensation he gives you, to the point it feels almost dizzying. The desire you feel makes you weak in the knees and your arm tightens around him in an attempt to not sway on the spot, but this task seems almost impossible when you feel something hard pressing against you. 

Reluctantly, you part for air, trying to catch your breath before your knees really give out on you. He rests his forehead on yours as the two of you both pant in unison. Your stomach flutters when you lock eyes with him, noticing the way he looks at you, eyes half lidded. The sight of him like this… and all for you. All because of you. 

It fills you with desperation.

A desperate need for more.

 After the two of you catch your breath, he moves to give you space, taking your choice to part for air as a sign to stop, but you pull him closer and cling onto his shirt. You don’t want to stop anytime soon. 

“M-more,” you whisper, want apparent in your breathy voice. He lets out a soft, airy chuckle at your neediness and leans in for a kiss, but gives you nothing more than a quick peck on the lips before pulling away.

“Why don’t we take this somewhere more comfortable, hm?” he suggests.  “Is the bed okay with you? 

You instantly agree, maybe a little too eagerly, much to your embarrassment. He doesn’t tease you about it, something you’re silently thankful for. In fact, he seems to reward your honesty and enthusiasm by pressing a few heated kisses to your jaw. His bold actions make your knees nearly buckle and a soft gasp escapes your lips.

Bastard.

Your steps are now clumsy, thanks to his flustering, as he leads you down the hallway. But now in your room, the magnetism between the two of you pulls you together once more. His lips find yours and he kisses you with renewed fervor. It’s equal parts passionate and desperate, carrying with it unspoken feelings of yearning and long awaited closeness. You return his feelings through your own actions, as you coax him forward by gripping his shirt collar. 

Your movements are less than graceful as you both move. It’s a distracted waltz towards the bed, your minds too busy on the feeling of one another to focus on making controlled movements to your destination. Though, it doesn’t take too long, as after a few shared, airy laughs at your clumsiness, the back of your knees touch the bed. You yield to the furniture, lying down on the mattress and parting your legs. He soon joins you and kneels over you on the bed, his body tucked in between your thighs. 

He moves on from your lips and slowly presses hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. He kisses a particularly sensitive spot on your skin along your collarbone, earning a whine from your throat. The sound of you keening for him only further spurs him on and he sucks the skin into his mouth, leaving behind a faint mark. Soft pants escape your lips as he continues marking your neck and chest, painting reminders of him on your skin, all the while he’s overcome with the need to hear more of your sweet moans. 

You feel his hard length press in between your legs, now tantalizingly close in the new position. Your breath hitches and your heart leaps in your chest upon feeling his hips rut against you, grinding against your core. The feeling nearly drives you to the edge of blind passion, as you battle the desire to rip both your clothes off and feel his hot skin against yours. But as much as you’d love to throw caution to the wind and sleep with him now, there’s a gnawing worry in the back of your mind. 

“W-wait,” you stammer between panting breaths. He freezes at your request and pulls back slightly.

“What is it, my love?” He asks. You can hear a faint twinge of worry in his voice. His hand finds your knee and traces circles through your skirt fabric, his own way of soothing both you and himself in this moment. He looks at you, expectantly, not wanting to move until you speak your mind.

“Maybe…” You start, before trailing off. A soft curse escapes your lips as you grapple between your desires and your relational mind. Your chest is heaving and you bite your lip. When your words finally find you, they’re hesitant and hushed, “Maybe we should stop.” 

“Is that what you want?” He questions. 

“Well, no, but… I don’t wish to have a child yet,” you explain shyly, insinuating what would come next. Touya raises a brow, as if he knows something you don’t.

“That?” He questions. “Something so simple is solvable with an easy spell, done after.” 

“It is?” You ask, voice pitched an octave higher in surprise. 

“Yes,” he assures you with a soft smile. Your amazement at magic is always so endearing to him. But, despite this problem being easily worked around, he knows such a revelation is sudden. He’d love to take you now, but he doesn’t want to push your boundaries. “Though if you’re unsure, we can just-” 

“No,” you interrupt, quickly cutting off his next words. You tenderly cup his face. “It’s okay, I want to.”

 “If you are sure…” He whispers. His eyes flutter close as he leans forward and presses his lips against yours in a soft kiss, before picking up where he left off. Only this time, he starts a new trail down your neck, adorning you with more marks suckled into your skin. You’re painted in his colors as he works over your neck, occasionally soothing over the now bruising skin with his tongue. Both the feeling of his mouth over your sensitive neck and the thought of him laying claim to you like this has you squirming underneath him.

His lips inch closer to your hemline, and you find yourself wanting to rip off your own clothes if it means you’d feel the sin of his lips grace more of you. He seems to sense your frustration and he pulls himself away from you. As he’s now sitting up, his greedy eyes admire the sight of you below him. 

Through his eyes, you look absolutely irresistible like this; your eyes opium blown with lust, your neck mottled with love marks, your dress slowly slipping off your shoulders, and your lips parted and kiss-swollen. If you look this alluring to him still fully clothed, he wonders just how much more he’ll want you upon seeing your bare skin. 

The thought spurs him on. His hands snake under your skirt and grip your thighs. The fabric hikes up your legs, exposing your skin to the cool air and to his gaze. Bit by bit, his hands ascend up your thighs and onto your hips, tracing the curves of your body along the way. 

Even with your inexperience, you understand what he wants. You reach for your metal girdle belt and unlatch it, allowing the chain to pool against the bed. With your belt no longer in the way, he helps you pull your dress and chemise over your head. You lift your hips and he rids you of the rest of your underclothes. 

You’re now fully undressed in front of him. The realization makes you feel insecure, only further worsened by his gaze on your body. You try to cover yourself with your arms out of reflex, but he tuts at your insecurity and grabs your arms, pinning them to the bed. 

“Feeling shy, are we?” he teases, his husky voice only serving to worsen your embarrassment. You avert your eyes from his and worry your bottom lip in between your teeth. “Love, what is there to be shy about?” 

“It’s just… I’m sure you’ve seen more appealing women than I,” you answer, speaking softly and unsure. “I’m worried I’m… disappointing.” 

“Not a chance,” he assures. His voice drops an octave and he compliments, “Had I not already known you were a witch, I’d have taken you for a succubus.” He dives in for a passionate kiss on your lips, soothing your insecurity. When he pulls away, he breathily reaffirms, “You are heavenly.”

He punctuates his point by pressing a kiss in between your breasts. Both his actions and words fluster you, but you’re not able to hide your face from his gaze with your arms pinned to the mattress. His lips begin to roam the expanse of your chest until he reaches your nipples, where he places an open-mouthed kiss on them before taking your bud into his mouth. His tongue draws circles around your nipple. You moan and arch your back at the foreign sensation. Wetness pools in between your legs with every flick of his tongue. 

“So sensitive,” he teases, speaking against your skin after pulling away from your breast. 

“How can I not be when you’re-“ you start, before he latches onto your other nipple and chokes off your retort. You shoot him a glare, to which he smirks at upon releasing your chest with a wet pop. 

“‘S not a bad thing, my dear,” he says. “It’s flattering.”

“Ugh, you’re so unfair,” you groan.

“How so?”

“You keep teasing me and…”

“And?”

“And… you’re still…” you struggle to say the rest, trailing off at the end. This situation on its own is embarrassing for you, much less speaking your mind. He looks at you expectantly, urging you to continue. You swallow down your shyness and avert your eyes from his intense gaze when you speak again. “It’s easier for you to fluster me when I’m unclothed and you’re not.”

“So you want to see me naked? How naughty,” he chastises, though his words lack any true admonishment and are instead laced with amusement and cockiness. 

“Oh shut up,” you shoot back. You groan at his taunting. “I just want to touch you, all of you, without your clothes in the way.”

“Then let me give you what you want,” He obliges with a smirk. His warmth leaves you momentarily for him to shed his clothes. You prop yourself up on your forearms to watch him.

First, his loose robe is lazily guided off of his shoulders. Then, he pulls his white shirt off, allowing you the full view of his stomach. It flusters you more to see a modest set of toned muscle along his abdomen, hiding underneath swaths of his torso adorned with more runic tattoos. His arms flex slightly as the shirt is completely pulled off and thrown elsewhere. 

You push yourself off of your arms and sit upright, now closer to his bare upper half. Your hands trace over the now bare skin of his arms, trailing along the tattooed runes, and eventually making your way to the planes of his chest. He shudders slightly as your fingers dance further and further down his body. His breathing significantly picks up when your twitching fingers dare to graze the beginning of his pelvis. 

You look up at him and bat your lashes. It’s a silent demand. He hasn’t fulfilled your wish yet; there’s still clothing between the two of you. His hand caresses your jaw, tenderly, before acquiescing to your request. He withdraws from you and stands to undoe the fastening of his pants. And with that, he’s now bare before you.

Your eyes travel down the contours of his abs and to his pelvis. Much like the hair on his head, there’s a patch of white at the base of his hard length. You’ve not seen much of the male anatomy, but from what you can gather, he’s rather large. You start to worry, just how is this supposed to fit? 

You must have said what you were thinking aloud, and he answers your worries. 

“It will. I’ll make it fit, my love,” he promises.  He sees your apprehension and reaches for you. His knuckles tenderly strokes your cheek as he reassures you with a gentle voice, “I’ll go slow, just relax for me. Trust me.” 

He gazes at you with an expression nothing short of adoration. Your heart swells at how softly he’s treating you, how he has never once through this interaction pushed you farther than you were comfortable with. With him, you know he’d treasure this part of yourself that you’re giving to him. You take a deep breath in to steady your nerves. 

“Okay,” you answer. You look at him, reflecting back his look of love and smile. “I trust you.” 

He closes the distance between you, bare bodies now touching, and presses a kiss to your lips, loving and soft at first. His tongue slips into your mouth and you moan at the intrusion. His hard cock brushes against your thigh at the sound, twitching all because of your moan. 

His warm fingers slowly trail down your body, soothing over the goosebumps that pebble your bare skin. The pads of his fingers graze between your breasts, down your stomach, and over your mound. Your heart begins to race with anticipation when he drags closer to your core. He finally touches where you’re most desperate and your breath instantly hitches upon the contact. His fingers trace up and down your slit, drawing soft whines from your throat with every pass over your clit. 

A few deliberate, harder presses against your clit sends soft waves of pleasure through you. The teasing, slow touches have you growing wetter for him, coating his fingers in a sheen. Seemingly satisfied with your evident arousal, he alters his goal, his touch now descending from your clit and focusing elsewhere. His fingers prod at your entrance before he slowly inserts one finger into your hole. You gasp at the foreign intrusion. His fingers feel so long yet delightfully thick. The feeling of makes your hips squirm. 

He tests the waters cautiously first, pulling out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. When his digit has nearly slipped out of you, he searches your reaction, and upon seeing no traces of discomfort, slides back inside. His fingers then pump in and out of you, setting a comfortable pace. You let out soft gasps intermittently, finding pleasure in his movements. 

Though, he seems to be looking for something, altering the angle of his fingers as they dive in and out of you. His gaze is affixed to your face. He’s searching for some sort of reaction. When his fingers press against the spongy bundle of nerves in your walls, you instantly keen. Your toes curl at the shockwaves of pleasure that scatter through your core at the feeling of his touch against your g-spot. He smirks at the sight. 

“That’s it,” he cooes. “Feels good?”

“Y-yes, oh god, Touya,” you moan loudly, with a drawn out keen of his name. Your walls flutter around his finger as he continues to bully into your most sensitive spot. The feeling of you pulsing around him clouds his mind and he enters a lust filled haze. 

“Yeah, keep saying my name like that,” he breathes. His eyes are half lidded as he starts to imagine the way you’ll feel around his cock. Fuck, the thought has him realizing he needs to get you properly prepped and stretched for him. “Think you can take another?”

Your legs instinctively part wider for him, at the thought of being stuffed full on his fingers. You nod at his question. You’re eager to feel more of him. He sucks in a breath and pulls out until just the pad of his middle finger is nestled in your cunt. His tattooed ring finger collects the beads of wetness slipping out of your core, before slowly pushing in alongside his other finger. The delicious stretch has you moaning and arching on the bed. And with the new position of his hands, the palm of his hand grinds against your clit with every slow thrust of his fingers. The surprise of the new sensation has you throwing your arms around his neck. 

“T-Touya,” you whimper. The pleasure he’s giving you is too much, yet not enough at the same time. There’s a pressure that’s building up inside of you, a white hot pleasure that threatens to spill over. It’s a foreign feeling, yet it’s something you find yourself chasing. 

“M-more. Please Touya,” you beg sweetly. Your eyes are welling with tears, all from the sexual frustration. It makes his heart stutter when you bat your lashes at him, now damp with tears threatening to spill over. The hands behind his neck now card and tug through his hair. 

You’re driving him fucking crazy. 

He surges forward and captures your lips. His pace quickens. The pleasure drives you crazy, especially when the fingers delving into you keep curling up and hitting that delicious spot inside of you. It doesn’t help that now his palm firmly presses against that sensitive bundle of nerves with every inward thrust of his fingers. You moan and whimper into his mouth desperately, to which he eagerly and greedily swallows by tangling his tongue with yours. Your fingers harshly tug his white locks as you find the pleasure coiling up your spine. You let out a salacious, sinful sound as your release dances on the edge.

 He pulls away from the kiss to whisper a warning against your lips, “If you keep moaning like that I won’t even last.”  

True to his words, you glance down at his cock, instantly feeling flustered upon seeing his tip leaking precum and his whole cock throbbing. It just barely brushes against you with each furious bob up and down. 

You bite your lip and swallow down your sounds, wanting him to last. Despite your release so close, you find yourself wanting something else instead. 

“Please take me, Touya,” you blurt out. His pace falters and he releases a curse under his breath. 

“You temptress,” he hisses. He groans and squeezes his eyes shut. His jaw clenches as his chest heaves slightly. “What did I just say about me not lasting if you keep…” He grits his teeth, a shaky, tense sigh slipping past. 

Who is he to deny you though? He’ll cave to your wishes every time, giving as much of himself as he can before falling apart. He scissors his fingers inside of you, the sudden movement accompanied by a mild twinge of pressure. 

“Are you sure you’re ready for me?” He asks. His crystal blue eyes stare at you intently, half lidded yet still searching for any hint of hesitation in you. 

“Yes,” you reply. “Take me, please Touya. Make me yours.” 

He sucks in a breath. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear that,” he admits. 

He takes himself by the base and aligns with your slit. It’s teasing how he runs himself up and down your lips. You feel as if he’s still torturing you with pleasure, not realizing he’s gathering up your slick. He’s staying true to his words that he’ll make it fit. 

With his head now coated in a layer of sheen, his cock head pushes into your twitching hole, inching in slowly. You feel a slight pinch at the intrusion. The pain makes you gasp and whimper. Unwittingly, your nails also dig into the back of his neck. 

It reminds him to go slow with you, despite the intense pleasure he feels upon your tight walls clamping around his head. Seconds drag on as he pushes himself further inside of you, every inch stretching you beyond what you’d think physically possible. It’s dizzying how full you feel. 

With one more slow cant of his hips forward, he’s nestled into you to the hilt, his pelvis meeting your thighs. He sighs at the feeling of your body wrapped around his full length. His forehead rests against yours as the two of you take a moment to breathe. He soothingly runs his thumb over your cheek, silently acknowledging your initial discomfort. 

When your breathing normalizes and the traces of pain leave your expression, he pulls his hips back, allowing his shaft to almost slide out of you until only the head remains. A whimper escapes your mouth as he slowly slides back in. It elicits a strange feeling inside you, bordering between not quite pain, but not quite pleasure yet. 

“Shh,” he coos. He’s reassuring and gentle as he speaks, “I’ve got you. You’ll feel better soon, my darling.” 

Soft praises consisting of ‘you’re doing so well’ and ‘I’ll take care of you’ spill from his lips with every slow, deep thrust of his hips. His praises make you dizzy, and the feeling of his length pressing against your cervix doesn’t help. You feel so full. You’re sure you’d see the outline of him inside of you if you looked down.

 A particular thrust seems to brush against that gummy spot inside of you, and the initial discomfort gives way to blissful pleasure. Upon seeing your relaxed and lustful expression, he sets a faster rhythm. Every drawn out drag of his hips against yours starts to build up. 

A thick sheen of sweat coats his pale skin and his thrusts become faster, more purposeful. You’re writhing underneath him, arching your back and dipping your hips to meet his thrusts. It’s clear you’re becoming desperate for more.  

He hooks his hands under your knees and presses your thighs to your chest. You gasp at the mating press he pushes you into, feeling the burn of your thighs and a burn in your ears from the embarrassment of being splayed open. His cock seems to go deeper in you and is angled at the perfect spot. Your walls clamp down on him as his head nudges against your g spot. He feels your reaction to the new angle and lets out a groan. 

His hips snap forward harshly, causing an audible smack between your bodies. The contact taps your clit and has you instantaneously keening. Eager for more of the feeling on your bundle of nerves, your hand snakes between your legs to toy with the hood of your clit. He catches sight of your sneaking hand. His eyes go dark at seeing you chase pleasure. 

“Hold these for me, will you?” He requests, guiding your own hands to the back of your thighs. Words of protest, regarding how indecent you feel, die upon your lips. With his hands now free, his fingers find his way to your clit now, rubbing tight circles. 

He feels you tighten up around him, your walls contracting in an impending orgasm. His eyes focus on you in this moment as he’s attuned to your every reaction. You look so beautiful to him in this moment, with your face contorted in pleasure, your lips parted from panting and moaning, your pupils opium blown and dilated. He just knows you’ll look even prettier when you fall apart under him. 

“‘S too much,” you whine. Despite your assertion of overstimulation, he ignores your protest. His movements on you clit fasten and he pushes harder against your bundle of nerves.

“Shhh, you can take it. I know you can,” he assures. He slightly quickens his pace and continues to rub your clit. “You’re close, I can feel it. Just let go. Cum for me.”

“Fuck, Touya!” You scream, his words urging you to come setting you off. Your legs shake and convulse with the intensity of your orgasm. A flood of wetness escapes your hole, allowing his thrusts the lubrication to work you through your climax, despite how tightly your walls attempt to suck him in.

He steals a quick glance to where your bodies meet, seeing a ring of cream coating the base of his cock. His eyes nearly roll back at the sight and his hips slam into you harshly out of impulse. 

“God, you’re so tight. ‘M gonna-” he warns, before he lets out a punched out sound, the words dying on his lips. His hips stutter as he reaches his end. You feel his hot release spill over inside you, filling you with warmth. He continues to pump shallow thrusts, working himself through his own climax. Your ears burn upon hearing the sound of faint squelching coming from your hole. 

You relax the grip on your thighs and allow your legs to relax. He takes the hint and slowly pulls out of you, causing a trickle of your shared releases to gush from you. 

“Wait here,” he whispers. “Let me get something to clean you up.”

You nod at his command and wait for him on the bed. He returns quickly with something to wipe you down with. Soreness starts to settle between your legs, your body now aching from the stretch of him. A sharp hiss escapes your lips when he touches your cunt with the fabric, and in reaction, mutters a soft apology. He gingerly runs the dampened cloth against your folds, wiping away the flood of your shared releases. 

“Touya?” You ask. He hums in response, urging you to continue with your words. “The spell?”

“Don’t worry, that can be done within the day. You deserve some rest now,” he assures. You sigh in relief and motion for him to come closer. A chuckle escapes him, along with a playful tease of ‘so needy for me’, but he happily obliges your request.

He lays behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. The two of you lay like this, in harmony together, basking in the closeness. Your breathing steadies as one, and you’re sure your heartbeats begin to sync. The love you feel for him threatens to spill out of your soul.

The tenderness of the moment turns humorous as he shifts and grumbles behind you. “Mm, this bed isn’t very comfortable,” he complains. You instantly bark out a laugh. 

“And you just now realized that? Now you know what I have felt in this bed,” you agree. He shakes his head.

“Apologies for that, my darling,” he apologizes. He seems to think for a moment before his voice deepens suggestively, “You know, mine has room for two. Why don’t you stay with me in mine from now on?” 

You reach behind you and crane your neck to kiss his lips. “I’d love to,” you answer. He smiles against your lips and goes to move for another kiss, but you pull away to add. “But later, ‘m too sore to move.”

“But of course,” he laughs. You nuzzle back into his body and chase his warmth. Tattooed arms pull you flush with his chest, allowing all of your skin to meld with one another. Your eyelids feel heavy as sleep begins to wash over you. The last thing that crosses your mind is how staying here, with him, forever, sounds like heaven to you. 

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MHA - MerMay Special 2025

Summary: "Rather than suffer the watery grave you thought was certain, you find yourself in an unusual situation deep down in the depths of the ocean. You could describe it as fishy... in a good way."

Word Count: ~10.4k

To see drawings made specifically for this special, click here.

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You couldn’t remember how many times you had thought about your eventual demise — it was always something that crawled up into a person’s mind at the most random of times, made up of “what-ifs” and the worries hidden deep inside the human heart — but it was sometimes fun for a normal person like you to imagine yourself meeting your end in some final grand blaze of glory.

To imagine that you would become important enough for your death to cause a big splash.

But you were just a normal person, and normal people died quietly.

Your lips kept parting to let in the nighttime air, only to be met with the distinct taste of the salty sea, the cold water soaking through your clothes as a chill enveloped your bones. The night sky above was devoid of any light pollution, the shining stars from light years away able to be seen in their full glory as you angled your head up, and the cruise ship that you had previously been a passenger of continued on its merry way, ignorant to the troublesome situation you were now in.

The act of staying afloat was getting harder by the second.

Your clothes felt like heavy weights, the pressure on your body growing during the constant fight to keep your head above water. You weren’t sure if you were actually moving around much; your body was becoming numb from the cold, so you couldn’t make sense of where your limbs were.

The most unusual part, though… was that you felt oddly calm.

You always thought you would feel an overwhelming terror gripping your core at the moment of your death, but… you were now facing an eerie calmness; you wouldn’t say it was because you accepted this outcome, but you weren’t exactly denying that it was happening either. The fact of the matter was that this situation was what was happening, and you couldn’t do much about it.

And with the stars as your only witness, everything soon faded to black.

- - - - -

Your lungs inflated with a sharp gasp, and your hands found their way underneath your body to push yourself up from where you were laying. You began coughing so much that it hurt, but you felt unable to stop your body from taking in and expelling air, even as painful as it was. You only managed to calm down and stop after a moment, but, even then, there was still a feeling of pain residing in your chest with every breath you took in, and your throat wasn’t doing that well either.

One, two, one, two…

You finally got to a point where breathing didn’t hurt as much… and then paused.

Breathing? Weren’t you just drowning?

You blinked, and then blinked again, before you slowly began to look around at the place you had awoken in; since you had come to with such a startling start, it was hard to put any blame on yourself for not noticing until now that you were in some kind of… large cavern. There were tall walls of rock surrounding you on all sides, one having a single carved opening located near the bottom, while another — albeit smaller — opening was at the very top of the cave, letting in a stream of light to illuminate the area. That helped you take notice of how the rock walls caved inwards in semi-coherent rows, which brought to your mind “shelves”, and with how there were various objects neatly laid upon them, it seemed your initial feeling about them was correct…

…and, now, your interest was piqued, because you wondered what exactly would anyone want to keep stored in a place like this. You could admit that it was a nice cave, but it was still a cave, and you couldn’t imagine yourself leaving anything you valued sitting around like this in the wild.

But as you tried to move from where you were laying — a mostly-flat rock that was sitting in the middle of the cavern — to get a closer look, you felt mild resistance to your movements from the space around you. The effort needed to even just flex your fingers was a bit more than you were used to, and that was when your brain recognized the feeling as how it felt to move underwater.

Your hands rushed to your head at the revelation, only to be stopped by a bouncy surface. The smooth yet soft barrier was completely encasing your head, and you soon figured out that it was a bubble; a stronger-than-normal bubble, as it hadn’t popped yet, but still a bubble, nonetheless.

Though the situation at hand was more than mind-boggling, you shrugged off the weirdness for now in favor of flailing about in the water to look around the cavern. The shelves were lined with various items you recognized: chests, jewelry, silverware, candleholders, framed art-pieces, and other priceless treasures. Those had been placed right next to… literal garbage: cigarette stubs, soda cans, plastic bags, bottle caps, and other pieces of junk that wouldn’t be worth much at all.

But the treasures and junk were placed side-by-side, as if considered the same value.

You came to a stop once you reached a mirror, which appeared old and was cracked. Even so, it still successfully fulfilled its purpose as you peered into the reflection, taking in the sight of the bubble surrounding your head. The sight was a bit goofy, but it was allowing you to still breathe.

The reflection also caused you to realize- oh.

You knew that clothes made swimming harder — as foggy as the memory was, you could still feel how your own helped to drag you down into the depths after you fell overboard — but you only now realized you were moving a little too well through the water for the clothes you were wearing… and the reason for why was now staring at you, copying your wide-eyed expression.

The warmth blossoming in your cheeks only began to subside after you headed back to where you awoke and quickly grabbed your undergarments, slipping them back on. You then grabbed the rest of your clothes that rested by the flat rock, holding them close to your chest. While what was most important was that whoever saved you saved your life, and you understood why they made the decisions they made, this was still an embarrassing situation for you to have to be in.

“O-Oh! You’re finally awake!”

The sound of a voice made you flinch, and you spun around — as quickly as you were able to underwater, at least — to come face-to-face with… a boy who appeared to be around your age.

That was… you assumed he was around your age; it was difficult to tell with all the fins and the scales and the fact that the lower-half of his body, below his stomach, just looked like a fish tail.

You clutched your clothes closer and screamed.

- - - - -

To put it lightly, screaming may have been… a bit of an overreaction.

The fish boy– merman– ah, screw it, how you should describe him was less important than the fact that you should call him your hero. His name was “Midoriya Izuku”, which you learned after you stopped screaming at him — and after he finished screaming himself. That the person who saved you would start to panic just because you were panicking was a little silly, but endearing.

Midoriya looked mostly human… if you were to keep your gaze focused on his upper-half, and squinted just a bit. There were patches of orange scales scattered about his skin, his forearms coated from his elbows to his finger tips, and in place of ears sat large fins, matching the dorsal fin located on his back. His neck had a set of slits on each side, no doubt for the gills he had to have as an aquatic creature, and his lower-half transitioned into a shimmering orange fish tail.

“Well, um… thank you for saving my life.” You tried to offer him a smile, and you hoped it didn’t look as awkward as you felt. “Even though I’m still… super confused about the whole thing.”

“Of course! It was nothing! No need to make a big deal out of it!” The boy glided effortlessly in the water towards you, a noticeable glimmer of excitement sparkling in his eyes as he seemed to soak in the sight of you sitting there. “I’m just happy that you’re okay! Humans aren’t able to breathe underwater, right? I was worried it might’ve been too late when I found you, but, luckily, it looks like the magic bubble managed to provide you a suitable air reservoir, so it’s all okay!”

“Magic bubble…?” You paused before poking at the thing around your head, which wobbled in response. “Oh, so this is why I’m not drowning? I guess… I can see how that makes sense…?”

Midoriya nodded with a small hum. “Yeah, I’m not too good at magic yet, but it’s a pretty basic spell, all things considered. I think anyone who’s taken at least one magic lesson can cast it.”

The way he spoke about magic — so casually, as if discussing the weather — took you aback, because, last you heard, magic didn’t exist; then again, you also recently thought you would be subject to a watery grave, and, now, here you were, submerged in the sea with a magic bubble around your head while you talked to a merperson. The choices you were able to make in such a situation were possibly endless… but thinking logically was no longer on the table anymore.

“Basic or not, as long as it keeps me alive, I think it’s the best spell in the whole world.”

You found it easier to smile now.

“And seriously, thanks. Don’t downplay yourself.”

Midoriya pulled back as you spoke, but a smile eventually reappeared on his face in return, and through the literal water filter in the way, you noticed the way his face darkened with a flush too.

“So, uh… this is actually my first time meeting a human in the flesh! I was kind of wondering if I could maybe ask you a couple of questions? Oh! But you’re probably still trying to recover from what you’ve been through so now might not be the best time! I just think humans are interesting and this’ll probably be my only chance to ever talk to one! To be honest, everything I’ve learned about them comes from second-hand sources, and those tend to vary in accuracy, so it would-”

Wow.

You weren’t sure if having gills instead of lungs made it easier to yap, or maybe Midoriya was just really passionate about what he was talking about, but he kept going and going and going, and it was starting to actually impress you. That he was so shy while trying to explain himself while also making sure you were comfortable just endeared him to you even more than before.

“So…”

You managed to interject when Midoriya finished his current sentence, and before he could go on to the next one, as you gestured vaguely to the cavern around you with both of your hands.

“...this place must be yours, then?”

Midoriya bashfully nodded, his eyes drifting towards the shelves.

“Y-Yeah… I try to collect anything I can about humans. Most of it comes from human vessels that sank a long time ago, b-but, sometimes, I also find things floating near the surface. It’s all so different from anything I’ve ever seen before, and there’s so much variety in the items that I’ve managed to gather that it’s hard to believe that they were all created by the same species.”

You gave a brief glance to the shelves carved into the stone walls, taking in the mix of antique treasures and modern garbage — an exhibit on the vastness of human existence, condensed.

“Ah… well, I guess I can answer any questions you have.” You resumed looking at Midoriya, watching how the expression on his face brightened up. “I don’t mind, and it’s the least I could do in exchange for you saving my life. I don’t exactly have anything else that I could give you.”

“You don’t have to give anything, really! But thank you so much!”

The boy swam closer to you with widened eyes, the fins of his tail brushing along your legs as he circled around you, almost seeming to inspect you. You tensed at the ticklish feeling, before kicking your legs and pulling them up onto the flat rock you sat upon, relaxing them afterwards.

“Okay, so, where do I start? I have so many questions and I never thought that I’d ever get the chance to ask them! I can’t believe this is actually happening right now! So, first, how about-”

“Deku? Who’re you talking to?”

The sound of a new voice from the entrance to the cavern caused you to swivel around on the flat rock you sat upon to look towards it… just to see two more people just like Midoriya; at this point, you shouldn’t be that surprised, but the sight still made you have to pause for a moment.

That new voice, the one that had gotten your attention, came from a girl whose lower-half was more like a jellyfish’s than an actual fish’s, and — to your human senses — resembled a dress, mostly stemming from how the somewhat-transparent, pink, gelatinous substance flowed about as she swam. There was a noticeable lack of fins and scales like what Midoriya had, but she did appear to have a membrane similar to her jellyfish half hung around her shoulders like a shawl.

The other newcomer was another boy, and while he sported a fishtail, fins, and had patches of scales littering his body like Midoriya, his overall appearance was a lot sleeker, as if it was built for speed. The most unusual part about how he looked, however, was one you would normally never bat an eye at — he was wearing glasses… or, at least, that was what came to mind when seeing the thin wires twisted together around his fin ears to keep two pieces of colored glass in place in front of his eyes. He even adjusted them like how a human would adjust their glasses.

“Uraraka! Iida!”

Midoriya turned to greet the two, but looked just as nervous as he was happy to see them.

The two unfamiliar merfolk paused once they saw you, the briefest of moments passing before you saw their expressions shift into ones of realization. That you, the proverbial fish out of water in this situation, were the calmest one here was kind of funny, even with how bizarre this all was.

“Just what is the meaning of this?!”

Iida seemed to be the first to snap out of his shock, and he chopped his arm rapidly to gesture towards you as he focused his gaze on Midoriya, his other hand going up to adjust his glasses.

“Midoriya, I understand you have a fascination with Homo sapiens, but this is absurd! Gathering discarded curios is permissible, but smuggling in contraband of this sort is a very serious crime!”

The aforementioned boy moved to try and shield you from view. “Wait, it’s not what it looks like!”

“Whoa, a real-life human…?” Uraraka glided over, slipping under Midoriya’s arm to get a better look at you. Her hands were in front of her chest, her fingers pressed together as her wide eyes blinked. “Where’d you get them from? I thought humans are usually only found past the water.”

“O-Oh, uh… I was scavenging for more human articles earlier and happened to find them while they were… drowning…? There wasn’t any land nearby and I… I couldn’t just leave them there, so I conjured a magic bubble to use as an air supply and then brought them down here to rest.”

Uraraka smiled, turning her head to look at Midoriya. “That’s so like you, Deku.”

“Do you mean that in a good way, or…?”

You glanced between the pair as they stared at each other, smiles eventually settling onto both of their faces, before your eyes trailed over to Iida, who appeared to be in the middle of dealing with an internal struggle; it seemed like he was conflicted on whether or not he should continue to reprimand Midoriya, as the act of scolding the boy for the noble deed of “saving a life” wasn’t exactly right�� even if some of his actions in carrying out the rescue turned out to be unlawful.

And, with that said, you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at his previous words.

“Excuse me…?” You raised a hand slightly, watching all eyes land on you. “Yeah, uh, I’m just wondering why the words “contraband” and “serious crime” were used while referring to me?”

Uraraka let out a gasp. “Wow, they talk too?”

“It can speak…?” Iida blinked before he shook his head and forced the surprise that appeared on his face away, his gaze now directed straight at you. “I used such terms because it’s strictly forbidden to have any sort of contact with humans, much less bring one right into our home!”

You stared at Iida for a couple of seconds before glancing at Midoriya, whose face now held a darkened flush similar to the one earlier. His fin ears drooped down as his hands fidgeted with each other in front of his chest, an obvious expression of embarrassment displayed on his face, though he tried to smile once he noticed you looking at him, which still looked rather sheepish.

“Uh…” You looked back at Iida, attempting to smile too. “If it’s a huge issue, I can leave…?”

“Unfortunately, we can’t just let you go. This has now become a safety issue, not just for us but for the whole of our people. We’ll need to inform the local council of this matter and decide what to do from there. That will include bringing in any relevant evidence, which would include you.”

“...huh?”

- - - - -

Your breath was quickly taken away after you left the sanctity of Midoriya’s collection cavern, a world previously unknown to you greeting you the moment you stepped- er, swam outside. You could only get glimpses of the fantastical underwater structures, however, as the trio of merfolk kept moving you forward — and especially since Iida kept trying to hide you in the middle of the three to avoid having you be spotted by anyone else, stating that it would only cause unneeded panic if you were. There was also how you were being pulled and pushed along in the water at speeds you weren’t able to swim at on your own, which added to the difficulty of looking around.

You only got room to breathe — metaphorically — once your entourage managed to guide you into a large structure that resembled ancient ruins. The walls were crumbling, the pieces laying about the floor where they must’ve landed the day they broke off, and most of the surfaces had algae covering them, while seaweed and other plants grew out from the cracks in the stones.

The only indicator of “being in a building” were the distinct shapes of architecture, such as the doorways and window openings. You were more than sure that, if it wasn’t for the presence of those, you would have confused the ruins for just being a very large, very weird-looking cave.

But there was something more interesting than your surroundings… well, make it two things.

The two new individuals you were brought in front of looked to be a fair bit older than the trio that you had just barely gotten to know by now, who all appeared to be similar in age to you.

“You actually brought a human into our home, young Midoriya?”

Midoriya fidgeted before he nodded, looking uncertain of himself. “Y-Yeah…”

The merman in front of you was large — very large. That was for both his actual size and the muscles he had. He reminded you a lot of comic book superheroes with the way he was built, which only served to make him seem more intimidating than he already was… and what was what made you more than comfortable staying right behind Midoriya, as if he was a barrier to protect yourself with. While the Olympian-esque human upper-half was what first drew in your eyes, you couldn’t ignore that his lower-half looked less like a fish and more like a whale, only hammering in that he must be an important figure down here; whales were the largest animals on the planet, and you couldn’t think of what could take down a whale off the top of your head.

That said, you did notice he had gills instead of a blowhole, so maybe the fact he looked like a whale was purely aesthetic instead of actually denoting what he could possibly be capable of.

The large merman listened to the whole story from Midoriya, his hand on his chin.

“I see…”

The other merman let out a long sigh, his elongated fish tail slightly coiled up underneath him where he floated. He had an exhausted expression on his face, which was partly obscured by the bangs of his long black hair and the scarf — which almost resembled… seaweed? — that was wrapped loosely around his neck, but he didn’t look the least bit surprised at the situation.

That must mean that this kind of behavior was just expected of Midoriya.

“Very rarely do humans even get near any of our settlements, but this is the first time one has been brought here directly.” The tired merman’s gaze stopped on you briefly, which made you flinch, before he looked at the others. “We don’t exactly have a protocol for this situation. We’ll need to convene with the other council members to discuss this matter and devise a solution.”

The large merman nodded after his fellow council member finished speaking, his hands now on his hips. “That’s right! And you three are the only ones who know about the human’s presence?”

“Yes, sir!” Iida put his hand up in a salute, somehow standing up straight despite not having any legs. “I’ve ensured that the human was brought here stealthily as soon as I was aware of them!”

“Good! And as long as we keep this on the down-low, there shouldn’t be any consequences.”

The tired merman shifted his gaze to glare up at the large merman, his eyes narrowing. “There will be consequences, regardless. We don’t want to encourage this kind of reckless behavior.”

“Ah, Aizawa… young Midoriya was only trying to save a life. We can’t just punish someone for that in good conscience… what kind of lesson would we be teaching them in being so cruel?”

“Don’t let your favoritism soften you, All Might.”

You continued to peek over Midoriya’s shoulder at the two merfolk, watching them bicker over whether or not to discipline the person responsible for you still being in this world, until it came to a point where you decided to raise your hand and speak, interrupting them mid-discussion.

“So… uh, how long is this going to take? I’d like to go home, eventually… if possible…?”

Aizawa turned his head to look towards you again, blinking a few times in response to the fact that you spoke, before his expression settled back into one of annoyance. “Unfortunately, it will take some time for us to get everything in order… and if you’re deemed a threat in any capacity, even if just in the slightest sense of the word, then you won’t be returning home anytime soon.”

Your face must have made your fear at that thought more obvious than you would have wanted it to, because, quicker than you could come up with a response, the towering figure that was All Might approached you… and began gently patting you on the back. Your eyes trailed up his arm to land on his face, and the moment that they connected with his, he flashed you a wide smile.

“Don’t be so nervous, young human! It’s just formality, and I’ve no doubt you’ll be able to be on your way home in no time! I’ll plead your case personally during the meeting, just to make sure!”

“T-Thanks…?”

Though he had been the most intimidating thing you had seen so far during your time under the water, you couldn’t help but feel reassured by All Might’s words, as well as the smile he wore on his face. The way he acted with such certainty about the situation made you feel like you had no reason to worry, and it was as if he was used to making others feel safe around him; with that in mind, his name — “All Might” — sounded more like a title compared to the names everyone else you had met went by. That moniker must have been given to him because of this quality he had.

“All Might, you just met them.” Aizawa fiddled with his scarf, the strands of seaweed effortlessly floating around as he adjusted them. “And you shouldn’t make any promises you can’t keep.”

The large merman laughed. “Of course! That’s why I’ll do everything I can to make it happen!”

“So, um… where will the human be staying in the meantime?” Uraraka floated forward, coming to a gradual stop by your side and briefly glancing at you before directing her attention towards the two older merfolk. “Here? With one of us? You’re not going to… lock them up… are you?”

Aizawa sighed, his shoulders a bit tense, before he shook his head. “Not sure… but whatever the case, the human is not allowed to be unsupervised. Both for their safety, and for our own.”

“Then I’ll take responsibility!”

Midoriya threw up one of his hands, his body bolting up a couple meters within the water as if to bring focus to himself. He curled his hands into fists as a determined look appeared on his face.

“I’m the reason they’re here, so I’ll keep an eye on them myself until a decision is made.” 

The two older merfolk shared a glance, before Aizawa finally shrugged in response.

“A-ha! Very good, young Midoriya!” All Might looked up at the boy and raised a hand to give him a thumbs-up. “Then we’ll place this task in your capable hands! I know you won’t disappoint us!”

Uraraka smiled as she placed her fingertips together. “I’ll help too! And based on everything I’ve learned about them from Deku, getting to hang out with a real-life human seems like it’ll be fun!”

“I shall lend my assistance as well!” Iida raised his hand up, his arm at the most perfect-looking ninety-degree angle you had ever seen. “But I assume we’ll need to keep the human away from public view, correct? If they were spotted, the mass panic that’d spread would be catastrophic.”

The quiet pause that followed was deafening… and then All Might let out a cough.

“Well, about that-”

- - - - -

“Do most people really not know what a human looks like? It seems like common knowledge!”

Uraraka stifled a giggle as Iida ranted beside her. “I think that’s ‘cause we spend so much time with Deku; he’s, like… the local expert. I hardly knew anything about humans before I met him.”

“That… makes sense.”

To your surprise, All Might and Aizawa let you leave the ancient underwater ruins with no fuss, under the condition that you were accompanied by Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida — at least, one of the three — at all times. The trio seemed to be trusted enough to watch over you for however long you remained in their home… and, despite only knowing them for a little less than an hour, you actually felt comfortable around them. They were people you would want to be friends with.

And what was more surprising was that they were allowed to take you around to show you the sights of their home. Their people had a cautious view — which bordered on downright fear for some of them — of humans, from what you had heard so far, but it turned out that most people in this underwater society had never actually seen a human before; you meeting three in a row that knew what a human looked like was just a stroke of luck on your part. That meant that you were free to roam without the risk of causing mass panic, which was another win for your luck.

If anyone asked, you were a “visiting primate”, and no one could refute that.

“So… do you guys have any, like… tourist spots around here…?”

Midoriya looked at you, curiosity held within his gaze. “Tourist… spots?”

You nodded with a small hum, your grip on the boy’s arm tightening briefly as you kicked your legs behind you in an attempt to swim with the three. They all swam so fast, so fluidly, that you would have been left behind to flounder around in the water if you didn’t latch onto one of them for a ride. You would hardly consider yourself to be swimming at all at this point because of it.

“Yeah. You know, interesting sights or places that would make people wanna come and check out your home. That Aizawa guy mentioned “settlements”, right…? So you guys obviously have a bunch of different areas to live, and that’s gotta mean each one has unique attractions that’d make people from other settlements want to visit, so… is there anything like that around here?”

“Uh…” Midoriya thought for a moment, before shaking his head. “I don’t think we have anything like that. We don’t really travel to any of the other settlements for fun, it’s mainly for if we have a need for food or specific habitation requirements, and those that travel often do so for business.”

“...that’s very logical of you guys. Boring, but logical.”

The fantastical nature of the sights of a merfolk settlement soon faded after you found yourself getting used to the structures these underwater people lived in as homes. The strange buildings were adorned with natural ocean greenery, reminding you of how some humans fancied putting potted plants on their porches to frame their doorways… though, unlike with those, if you hadn’t been aware that these were homes, you would have mistaken them for normal rocks that just so happened to have lots of marine plant life growing on them. The merfolk probably had some sort of natural instinct to camouflage their homes to avoid detection, now that you were thinking of it.

But something that you couldn’t mistake for a rock was the red and white scales you spotted in the distance, the merperson’s tail they belonged to a splash of metaphorical light among all the greys and greens of its surroundings. You couldn’t help but think of the koi fish you would see in the artificial ponds of really fancy establishments, the ones that were paid through the nose for.

“Todoroki!”

And given how the three around you reacted upon seeing that same sight, it was very obvious they were more than well-acquainted with the merperson that that striking tail was attached to.

Todoroki perked up at the sound of his friends’ voices, and redirected himself to swim towards them. The closer he drew near, the easier it was for you to see that red and white appeared to be his whole thing. His hair was split down the middle, and the ear fins he possessed followed the same contrast — red on his left and white on his right. That was also the rule when it came to the scales on his forearms, though his tail was more mixed than the rest of his body, with red splotches on a white base … and then his face had a large splatter of red scales on its left side.

“Midoriya. Uraraka. Iida.” Todoroki nodded as he greeted the three before he turned to you. He stared at you briefly, his expression hard to read. “...I’m sorry, I don’t believe that we’ve met?”

“Well, of course you haven’t!” Uraraka floated forward with a wide smile, her arms stretched in your direction to gesture towards you. “This is a real-life human! Deku recently found them!”

Todoroki slowly blinked, resuming staring at you for a moment more before he shifted his gaze to Midoriya. “You managed to add an actual human to your collection? That’s great, Midoriya.”

“A-Ah, they’re not a part of my collection!” Midoriya waved his hands in dismissal. “I just… well, happened to come across them and brought them here… they’re more of a… of a… u-um…”

He looked unsure, so you decided to speak up.

“A friend. I’m a friend.”

Midoriya perked up, his fin ears following suit. “Friend…?”

“That makes sense. Midoriya’s pretty good at making unusual friends.”

“I’d say I’m pretty average compared to most humans, so I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Uraraka grabbed your attention by gently grabbing your arm, her hands — the flesh as pink as bubblegum — feeling squeamishly-squishy as they pressed against your skin to hold it. “Maybe you’re considered average past the water, but everyone down here is going to think that you’re unique. You definitely stand out compared to any of us, but in a good way! You’re just so cool!”

You were unable to stop your face from settling into a deadpan expression at Uraraka’s words, and you looked between the four merfolk floating around you: two fish boys with colorful scales and flowing fins, one fish boy with a sleek and sharp build, and one jellyfish girl with a soft and floaty appearance. They brought to mind fish you would see in aquariums, the ones in the giant tanks that had the nice lighting that made their scales shimmer as water reflected on your face.

“Uh… to me, you’re the ones that look super distinct and unique.” You vaguely gestured around at the four. “Maybe you’re all just used to each other by now, but to someone like me who’s only just now met you? It’s a wild sight. Breathtaking, even. You’re all so… how do I put it? “Pretty”?”

The girl laughed, her pink cheeks seeming to get a bit pinker. “Okay, okay, I get it.”

You let out a small hum in response, before looking over to the three boys, only to see them all also looking a bit shy; there was Midoriya who was hiding his flushed face in his hands, and Iida who was struggling to keep a straight face. Todoroki just tilted his head, looking away from you.

And then you felt your own face warm up.

“U-Uh… how about we just continue the tour? Please?”

- - - - -

Your adventure around the settlement continued with your entourage of four fish folk, and the sight of other merpeople going about their day was a common one… though, when compared with how large the place was, there didn’t seem to be as many inhabitants as you would have thought there would be. The others, after you voiced your confusion aloud, explained that most members of their colony had temporarily migrated to other settlements for a variety of different reasons. Your luck succeeded again, with you arriving here when the population was fairly low.

The outskirts of the settlement appeared to have a fair bit more action occurring than there was within its borders as you spotted two individuals zipping around in the distance, but, due to how far away they were, it was hard for you to make out any details. The most you could gather was that one of them was sleek and grey while the other was spiky and orange. They moved quickly through the water, occasionally clashing their bodies together as they chased each other around rocks and through seaweed, and you found yourself oddly mesmerized watching the pair move.

You managed to glance at Midoriya, whose arm you still held. “Are those two… fighting?”

“Huh?” The boy looked in the direction you pointed, and realization crossed onto his face at the battle occuring in the distance. “Oh, that’s just Kacchan and Kirishima! They tend to spar a lot.”

“Is that something you guys do often for fun around here?”

“Ah… not really?” Midoriya gave a slight shrug. “Only those wanting to join the Guard spar a lot as they train and stuff, but Kacchan usually… kind of… well… he gets really extreme about it.”

Iida nodded. “His dedication to his goals is admirable, at the very least.”

“Wow, that’s interesting- hey, are they coming straight towards us?”

Your little group scattered like a school of fish spooked by a splash in the water, and you were grabbed by Midoriya in a reversal of your usual position with him as he dragged you out of the way. You felt how the water shifted around you as the two people locked in battle rushed right through where you had just been, the liquid mass no match against their forceful movements.

You could barely muster up anything to say from how sudden it all was while others from your group shouted out “Kirishima” and “Bakugo” at the two fighters, although you noticed Midoriya using the name “Kacchan” in place of the latter. That must be a nickname he used for Bakugo, given that he said it with such ease, similar to how Uraraka kept calling him “Deku” every time.

“You’re the ones who got in the way, extras!”

The one who yelled back at your group looked angry, and his facial expression was just one of the reasons why — his body language appeared rather aggressive, his fists clenched tight and his back hunched over. He was the one with orange scales, though they were of a deeper hue than Midoriya’s, and with him only a few meters away, you noticed he also had white and black scales forming a pattern around his body. His fins were long and pointy, serving as a warning to not touch him, especially with how they jutted out as he fought, spread wide as if trying to make him look as threatening as possible; he looked like a living explosion, if you squinted just a little.

“Whoa, I think we got a little too into it…! There’s no need to go yelling at them.”

The other one had a much calmer head on his shoulders, despite the spiky red hair sitting atop it like a red beacon. His scales were jagged, incredibly different from anything you had seen so far, and when you gave him a once-over, you realized he was a shark. While you knew that the reality of you getting attacked by a shark was low, there was still a part of you that was glad the type of fish each merperson was seemed to mostly only be for aesthetics’ sake, above all else.

“Shut up and die!”

Huh… so, the angry orange one must be Bakugo. You were told he got “really extreme” about fighting, and that didn’t seem to be the overstatement it sounded like it was at first, because he looked like he was out to kill. His opponent, Kirishima, didn’t appear to be slightest bit put off by his attitude, but since he and Bakugo apparently sparred often, perhaps he was just used to it.

The sight of the battle was just as, if not even more, mesmerizing up close as it had been when watching it from afar. The way the pair shot through the water in a chase before one of them got close enough to strike the other was something you could watch for hours… though the fact that you were in the splash zone snapped you out of that daze; you weren’t against activities looking to the audience for participants, but this was one you hoped wouldn’t end up involving that at all.

You already had to hold onto someone else to be pulled through the water at a decent pace, as long as you didn’t want to flail around like an idiot trying to keep up with them, so you were less than keen about being dragged into something as physical as a full-on brawl while underwater.

“Are you okay? I wasn’t too rough while grabbing you, was I?”

Midoriya’s voice snapped your attention to him, and you tried to smile.

“Oh, no, everything’s fine! I-I was just… a bit startled, that’s all…!” You waved your hand to the side. “I’ve never seen anyone swim so fast in the water before! And with such precision! Well, I guess humans aren’t exactly built for swimming like you guys, and I did just meet you all, so…”

Uraraka smiled as she put her hands together, her fingers pressed against each other. “If you’re impressed by that, then you should see Iida swim! I think he’s actually the fastest in our school!”

“Ah, well…” Iida straightened up at the mention of his name, one of his hands going up to adjust his glasses. “I’ll admit I was born with features well-suited for speed, but I also have a consistent training regime in place to ensure that I keep myself in top condition. I’m more than positive that, as long as they put forth such effort of their own, anyone can achieve quick speeds themselves.”

“I don’t know about that.” Uraraka continued to smile, though her expression now held an inkling of uncertainty as she looked down at her jellyfish half. Her hands came to rest on it, moving as if smoothing out a dress. “It’s difficult for me to go all that fast without the help of a water current.”

Todoroki’s ear fins perked up. “I can swim pretty fast, but only for short bursts.”

“Yes, but I’ve noticed that those “short bursts” of yours have gotten longer as of late, no doubt due to all the training you’ve put in.” Iida pointed out, the smile coming to his lips as he looked over at Todoroki appearing rather proud. “You’ve built up your stamina since you first started.”

“Midoriya’s gotten faster too.” Uraraka nudged Midoriya’s side with her elbow, causing the boy’s face to flush for the umpteenth time today. “Sometimes it’s hard to keep up once he gets going.”

Midoriya frantically waved his hands around in front of his face. “I-I just… happen to think that it’s a good skill to have… s-so that I can dash onto the scene whenever someone needs help.”

Ah.

“...man, and I’m just struggling to keep up with you guys when you’re swimming casually.” You shook your three free limbs around to show them off, the one you kept locked in its position the arm connected to the hand you still held onto Midoriya’s arm with. “But that’s probably ‘cause I have legs instead of fins. Good for climbing and running… but not exactly made for swimming.”

“Really?” Uraraka looked down at your legs, blinking a few times. “But Tsu also has legs, and she’s able to swim alongside us just fine. She’s easily able to outswim me in a race, at least.”

“Damnit, why are you extras still here? I can’t concentrate with all your yapping!”

You suddenly found Midoriya’s face mere centimeters from yours, the boy having zipped to be right in front of you. The sharp spines belonging to Bakugo’s fins were currently jabbed into the back of your hero — he was two for two now — and it didn’t take long for it to sink in that those biological knives growing on Bakugo’s body would have hit you if not for Midoriya’s intervention.

Bakugo pushed himself back, his fins spread out in an aggressive display. “Tch.”

The cries of worry from Midoriya’s friends were met by a weak chuckle from him, a dazed look on his face as he started sinking slightly. “D-Don’t worry, I’m fine… this happens all the time…”

Iida quickly grabbed onto the sinking goldfish with Todoroki’s help, one on each side of him as they held him up, before the bespectacled boy sternly looked up at Bakugo. “Bakugo, that was completely uncalled for and unnecessarily dangerous! Someone could’ve gotten seriously hurt!”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t be floating around an active battlefield!”

“I think this is a good time to stop, yeah…?” Kirishima patted Bakugo on the back with a slight smile. “There’s no reason to get so heated, and, besides, we don’t want to wear ourselves out.”

“You’re only saying that ‘cause you know you were losing!”

You curled and uncurled the fingers of the hand that used to be holding onto Midoriya’s arm, a few seconds passing before you realized you were basically free-floating now, and you quickly reached out to grab a hold of Uraraka. Her forearm squished under your touch, and you pulled yourself behind her, peeking around her as you used her as a barrier between you and Bakugo.

“Uraraka, I’m scared. Is he always like this…?”

“Um… unfortunately?”

“Hah?! Bold for a freak like you to judge me!”

You shrank behind Uraraka when Bakugo directed his attention towards you, and you realized that speaking had been a bad move. You almost died once already, and it was way too soon for you to face the possibility of meeting your maker again; you still hadn’t processed the last time.

“They may look a little weird, but they’re not a freak.” Todoroki had a frown on his face, but he looked otherwise unbothered by everything that was currently happening. “They’re a human.”

“Whoa, a human?”

Kirishima swam towards you and Uraraka, but stopped more than an arm’s length away, and kept the jellyfish girl between you and him, leaving you a comfortable bubble for your personal space. His lips curved up into a smile as he looked at you, his eyes widening as interest began to sparkle within them. You were surprised you weren’t as scared as you thought you would be when face-to-face with a shark boy, but he did seem to be quite the decent guy to you so far.

“That thing’s a human?”

And Bakugo was seeming like anything but a decent guy. He didn’t hesitate to rush forward and attempt to push Uraraka away to get a better look at you, the interest in his gaze appearing a lot more like the scrutinizing variety, but, luckily, Uraraka had grabbed onto you moments before he could put his hands on her. Her soft self squished into you with every one of Bakugo’s attempts.

“That’s pathetic! Why are we so scared of humans if they look like that?” Bakugo clenched his hand into a fist as his fins spread out, his lips turning up into a smile that had an aura that was anything but friendly. ”Come on! I bet that I could take this human down with a single attack!”

You yelped as you hugged Uraraka tighter, the living stress-ball keeping her own arms wrapped around you, and felt tension in your gut rise. You were scared, plain and simple, and felt utterly helpless to change that — even if you tried your hardest to swim away and disengage, you were basically a crawling toddler to a merperson’s champion sprinter, and just the thought of having a creature like Bakugo rush up behind you with intent to kill made you want to squeal out in fright.

And what about the magic bubble around your head?

The magic bubble survived with you so far, but maybe it would pop because of Bakugo’s sharp spines when he rammed into you, or maybe it would somehow miraculously hold while you bled out after getting impaled. There was also the possibility of the aggressive boy’s bright coloration signaling he had some kind of venom — death by poisoning wasn’t much better than drowning.

Todoroki was left holding up Midoriya on his own as Iida darted to stop Bakugo, Kirishima also rushing to join the swordfish to have the advantage in numbers against your possible-attacker.

“Absolutely not!” Iida spread his arms out to block Bakugo’s path. “Such violence is completely unnecessary! The local council is already debating about this human’s presence in our home at this very moment! Causing injury to them, even mildly, would only cause more trouble than not!”

Kirishima put a hand on Bakugo’s shoulder. “Attacking them unprovoked is too much, Bakugo. If they’re hanging out with Midoriya and the others, I don’t think there’s any reason to fight them.”

“Y-Yeah…!”

Midoriya piped up, managing to focus his gaze at Bakugo despite his dazed state.

“They’re our friend, Kacchan!”

“...seriously? “Friend”?” Bakugo’s sharp spines spread out further as his lips pulled back into a grimace, his eyebrows furrowing even deeper as he focused his glare on the goldfish, who met it despite struggling to keep his head up. “Ever since we were young, those old hasbeens have been telling us that humans are a threat to our people… and you made friends with it, Deku?”

“Maybe a lot of humans are threats, but not this one!” Uraraka held you tightly, pushing herself back to put more space between you and Bakugo. “Deku saved them from drowning! He saved their life! They wouldn’t do anything to hurt us after he did that for them! I know they wouldn’t!”

Bakugo blinked as his fins began to droop. “Drowning…?”

“Yes, drowning.” Iida nodded. “I believe Midoriya has already mentioned this to you before, but humans are unable to breathe underwater. They don’t have gills like we do, so they experience suffocation when submerged for too long, which can result in death if the individual undergoing the ordeal is unable to surface within a timely manner. Midoriya found this human in the middle of such an experience, and was luckily able to help them in avoiding such an excruciating fate.”

Bakugo blinked again before looking away from Iida and towards you, his mouth hanging open as he did… which lasted for but a second before he began yelling again. “You almost got killed by water?! You’re not worth my time if you’re that weak…! Are all humans that disappointing?”

“H-Hey…!” You put your hands on Uraraka’s shoulders, anchoring yourself, as you leaned over to look at Bakugo, your face starting to warm up. “How about you go crawl up onto land and see how far you get without lungs in nothing but air? You’d struggle just as much as I do in water…!”

“I’m not weak like you so I’d be just fine!”

“That’s not how that works!”

Todoroki looked down when Midoriya shifted in his arms, the latter sporting a shaky smile.

“They’re… they’re getting along. That’s good…”

The koi resumed looking over at Bakugo and you, now locked into a shouting match with each other as your opponent declared he would literally be better at anything you could possibly do; that included walking on land despite him not having any legs since you “suck at having them”.

“...you really do have such unusual friends.”

- - - - -

The tour of the merpeople settlement managed to continue after the chaos settled down, your group — consisting of you, the original three you met, Todoroki, Kirishima, and even Bakugo — swimming around and looking at whatever you came across until you finally ended up back at the ancient ruins. The local council was still in the middle of their discussion, and each person you met was individually summoned, one-by-one, into the meeting room to go talk about you.

You were nervous to think about what each of them would say about you, but…

…you hoped you made a good impression.

The decision seemed to be finalized pretty quickly, all things considered. Aizawa had said that it would take a while, so you expected things to drag along, but maybe luck was just on your side.

Sure, you almost drowned earlier, but you were saved by Midoriya.

Sure, you had been stuck in the middle of the ocean in a previously-unknown-to-you society, but the fish folk you met had been — mostly — friendly, and exploring it had been actually really fun.

The local merperson council, taking into account the first-hand testimony of those you had met, decided that you were not a threat to their home or people, especially since you promised to not speak a word of any of this to anyone back home. You explained how it was the least you could do in return for Midoriya saving your life, even though nothing could ever fully repay him for that.

You were to be sent home as quickly, and quietly, as possible.

Midoriya was even happier than you were to hear that news… until he then realized he never actually got the chance to ask you any questions about humans. You had no idea how he did it, but, somehow, this fish boy gave off the aura of a sad puppy after his realization, and you found yourself unable to just leave him like that. The guilt would have haunted you the rest of your life.

That was why you decided to give him a rapid-fire Q&A session before you had to leave.

“What environments are humans most suited to living in?”

“We can survive almost anywhere. If you see land, just assume humans live there.”

“What kind of diet do humans have?”

“We’ll eat almost anything, sans those with restrictions for health or personal reasons.”

“What activities do humans usually participate in for fun?”

“We… it’s kind of hard to explain. Singing, dancing, fighting… pretty much anything.”

The way Midoriya’s fins fluttered at every answer you gave made a fuzzy warmth bloom inside your chest, and you would have happily spent all day answering his questions if you were able to, but, alas, your time among the fish folk was limited, and quickly coming to a complete close.

“This is Asui Tsuyu. She’ll be the one escorting you during the journey.”

Aizawa gestured to the girl floating next to him, who looked around your age and — just like all the rest — was obviously not human. That said, she didn’t look much like a fish either. Her skin was slick and green on a majority of her body, and her legs had a very distinctive appearance.

Frog.

The girl was a frog.

“Tsuyu…? Ah, wait, I remember Uraraka mentioning a “Tsu” earlier! Is that you?” You looked at the girl with a smile. “She mentioned someone with legs, and you’ve definitely got legs, all right.”

“Oh, did Ochaco mention me?” Asui tilted her head, a finger coming to rest on her chin. “I guess I do stand out from everyone else because of my legs. Guess we’ve got that in common, ribbit.”

Your group now consisted of you, Asui, Aizawa, and All Might at this point, all of the friends you had made having been sent away while preparations for your departure were being set up. That you had spent so much time with the others just to have your going-away party with people you didn’t know as well was a bit sad, but you had actually been given an okay amount of time with the others to say goodbye, so it didn’t feel as if you were being forced to leave with no warning.

You clutched your clothes close to your chest, making sure you had everything that you arrived here with, before looking at Aizawa and All Might. “So… how exactly is this going to work? Like, are we just gonna go for a really long swim, or…? I don’t know about you, but that sounds tiring and I don’t think I could handle that. I don’t even know how my body is handling this right now.”

All Might threw back his head to laugh, the smile on his face still confident. “Worry not, young human! Just hold my hand and think of your destination! Where do you need to be heading?”

“Um…” You reached out, placing your hand on All Might’s huge palm when he offered it. “...well, the cruise ship I was on… er, where was it supposed to dock? Oh, I remember! It would be at-”

The moment you muttered the location, a light began shining from All Might’s hand, and he took it back before turning away from you. He pulled back his arm, the muscles on it and his shoulder flexing with the movements, and, before you could blink, he thrusted it forward for a hefty punch.

“ATLANTICA… SMASH!”

The water shifted violently around the moment All Might threw the punch, the stream it formed clearly visible to the naked eye; it was a water current of sorts, though it looked to be moving a lot faster than what should be naturally possible. There was also how it was softly glowing, the light reminding you of the lights used in aquariums… so, yeah, it certainly wasn’t normal at all.

You blinked a few times as you stared at it. “Okay… so, um… wow…”

“Remember, you are not to mention anything you’ve seen here to other humans.” Aizawa tilted his head down as he looked at you with a stern gaze, and as he narrowed his eyes, you swore they bore a reddish glint for the briefest of moments. “I can’t say that I myself trust you, but you hold the trust of many that reside down here. Don’t make us regret our decision to let you go.”

“My lips are sealed. I… wouldn’t know how to describe any of this, anyways.”

All Might sent you a thumbs-up. “We wish you safe travels, young human.”

You nodded, managing a smile as you returned the thumbs-up, before glancing at Asui.

“...so, should I just hold on, or-”

“Ribbit!”

You felt something suddenly wrap around your waist and pull you to Asui’s back, and after you wrapped an arm around her neck to anchor yourself, you saw that she had used her tongue to hold onto you for extra support. You didn’t have time to feel disgust or surprise towards it before she darted into the water current, the change in the water pressure making your head feel light.

You had to take a few moments to get used to the change in pressure, and once you were able to lift your head up from where it had been buried in Asui’s neck, you saw that the water current was basically like a tunnel… but made of water. You weren’t able to see anything outside of the walls, the water spinning around to keep everything else out, and it was also surprisingly silent.

The look of it made you think you would hear rushing water, but there was only a faint trickle.

“H-Hey, so, what is this, by the way? I’ve never heard of something like this before…”

“It’s a magic water current.”

“Oh, more magic. Like the magic bubble?”

“Yep.” Asui nodded, her gaze focused forward. “If we need to get somewhere real fast, using a magic water current is the best way to travel. It’s faster than a normal one, and a lot safer too.”

“I assume that means you guys usually use these to travel around, then?”

“Not really. Creating a magic water current is actually pretty difficult. All Might’s one of the few people capable of making one, and, even then, it still takes a lot of effort for him to do it, ribbit.”

“Ah… makes sense.”

The trip lasted only a few minutes at most, the end of the water current opening to a section of ocean a few kilometers from a beach, and you watched as the ocean floor began to go into an upwards incline the closer that beach drew near. You hadn’t even been underwater for that long, but the sight of dry land made you feel an incredible sense of relief, manifesting in a huge smile.

“Okay, this should be the place, ribbit.”

“Right! Thanks, Asui!”

“You can call me Tsu. That’s what all my friends call me.”

Asui leapt out of the water and onto the beach once she drew close enough to the shore, her tongue loosening itself from around your waist after she set you down onto the sand carefully, and you took a moment to look around. The sun was barely over the horizon, meaning it had to be early morning, and you were standing just a short walk away from the dock the ship was at.

Oh.

And the bubble apparently popped the moment you left the water.

You tasted the salty sea air on your tongue as you took in a deep breath, the feeling of actual fresh air entering your lungs a little weird, but also good. You had missed this, you really did.

You looked back at Asui with a smile.

“Thank you, Tsu!”

The frog tilted her head as she blinked, a croak leaving her throat. That… didn’t sound like the cute “ribbits” she made before, but instead like a noise that an actual, normal frog might make.

“Uh-huh…?”

Asui made a few more noises before it clicked.

You couldn’t understand her anymore, and when you thought about it, you had never actually questioned how you and the merfolk you met spoke the same language. The chance that you and them could naturally understand each other was low — your luck may be good, but there was no way that it was that good — so it must be because of one thing and one thing alone.

Magic.

Your lips turned down into a frown briefly, before you decided to smile and raise a hand.

Asui blinked, and you noticed the corners of her lips turning up to form a faint smile. The frog nodded as she gave you a wave back, before she turned away from you and leaped back into the ocean, disappearing beneath the waves in a matter of seconds, and leaving you… alone.

You looked out at the water, warm hues gradually appearing in the sky as the sun rose. There was a bit of commotion at the dock, passengers from the cruise ship disembarking as workers dealt with making sure everything ran smoothly, of which the sounds of echoed in the distance, and you simply stood there, coming to terms with what happened and why you were here now.

You were now back on land… and what you experienced started to feel like a hazy dream.

Did any of that really even happen at all…?

You sighed as you wrung your clothes out, putting them on before looking towards the dock.

“I’ve gone crazy, haven’t I…?”

[leychin]

Warnings: slight nsfw, fem reader, toxic and absolutely disgusting dabi

Dabi is the type to make you do ALL the work in the relationship, even getting into the relationship was all you and he didn't lift a fucking finger.

Because he does this thing, its really annoying, where he'll say you're his. Or he'll say his type of girl looks exactly like you, or my favorite!! He stays with you on the lonely nights where you can't sleep and homesick. He'll hold you like you're the most important person in the world, hell, he'll kiss you like it too.

And then the next time you see him, he's talking to Twice about a cute girl he saw while making his rounds right in front of you. I would not wish this situationship on my worst enemy. This man is a MENACE.

So when you finally break down to him, and tell him that you've been in love with him for so long he simply smiles and gives you a soft kiss. You don't need to know that there were no other girls he saw, you don't know that he had his eye on you when he met you, because he'll be damned if he has to put more that 1% into making you his.

pls dont be mistaken though, he will never put any effort into this relationship. He just had to pretend like he cared a little so you would crumble.

thats the beauty of this whole thing, you tell all of your friends how hes a real catch and hes the sweetest guy ever. He's fun to he around and listens to everything you say! Dabi is not the sweetest guy ever bffr... he remembers when your period is bc the sooner its over the sooner he can fuck you again, he's only funny because his whole brand is being a hater so he makes fun of everyone and everything he sees he even said get rid of those little friends you have, and his ass is NOT listening to whatever youre yapping about. He'll sit there with this lazy smile on his face while you talk about an annoying customer as he thinks about stuffing his cock in your mouth. He'll be so done with it he'll eventually start kissing you to make you shut the fuck up (hes so sweet.)

And you're none the wiser! You tell all your friends you have the most agreeable boyfriend who never wants to hurt you and he's financially stable because how else is he leaving you all those nice clothes?

(spoiler, those are clothes from people he killed but WHATT WHO SAID THAT?)

but overall i'd give this relationship a 6/10, if i had a man that fine agreeing with everything i said with no arguments and at least acted like he was listening to me i would fold. The only thing he asks is for me to he an over glorified fleshlight so a win is a win ..!

[redvdress]

SEXIEST HERO

A/N: do you think is there a ‘sexiest hero contest’ going on? because if there’s, we all agree that hawks would win it right? so how would it be like dating the sexiest hero of japan? pro hero hawks x hero reader

The afternoon sun was low, casting golden light through the windows of Hawks’ office. He sat casually in his chair, legs kicked up on his desk, scrolling through the usual flood of news updates and social media mentions. He’d gotten used to the endless buzz of being in the spotlight—after all, being the number two hero came with its perks and its downsides.

He was in the middle of sipping his coffee when a headline caught his eye.

“Interview with Pro Hero Y/N: Thoughts on Hawks Winning ‘Sexiest Hero of the Year’”

Hawks raised an eyebrow, intrigued. He clicked the video and leaned back, curious about what you had said about him this time. You rarely gave interviews, so this was bound to be interesting.

The video started, showing you seated confidently in front of the interviewer. As always, you had that strong aura, the kind that commanded attention without you even trying.

The interviewer was talking about your latest missions when they veered into more personal territory.

“So, hn” the interviewer began with a playful grin, “how does it feel dating the sexiest hero of the year?”

Hawks grinned at the screen, already amused.

You, as expected, rolled your eyes but chuckled softly. The sound made his heart skip a beat—it was rare for you to show amusement so openly, especially in front of cameras.

“I mean…” your voice was calm but teasing, your eyes glinting with mischief, “you can all see him in those ridiculous poses and maybe shirtless once in a while.” You paused, letting the humor sink in. Then, with a sly smirk, you added, “But I’m still the only one who gets to see the whole thing, if you know what i mean”

You delivered the line with such perfect timing, such effortless wit, that Hawks actually spat out his coffee in shock, immediately dissolving into laughter.

“She did not just say that,” he muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, still grinning like an idiot. He replayed that part again, loving how you had said it, how confident you sounded, and that little smirk that was so much like his own.

He knew you weren’t the type to flaunt their relationship, but this? This playful jab? That was pure Hawks.

You had nailed his teasing tone, and the fact that you’d said it in an interview of all places made it ten times funnier.

Leaning forward, Hawks paused the video, the image of your smirk frozen on the screen. He stared at it for a moment, a sense of pride swelling in his chest. “Damn, she’s good,” he murmured to himself, still shaking his head in disbelief.

But now, the teasing had officially been kicked up a notch, and there was no way he was letting you get away with it that easily.

Grabbing his phone, Hawks dialed your number. As it rang, he leaned back again, already imagining how the conversation would go.

When you picked up, your voice was cool and casual, as if you hadn’t just thrown the most savage line of the year on live TV.

“Hey.”

“You know,” Hawks started, trying to keep his voice steady despite the grin plastered on his face, “I was just enjoying my coffee, minding my business, when I saw your interview.”

There was a pause on your end, and he could practically hear you smirking. “Oh? And?”

“And?” Hawks chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Oh, no big deal. Just you casually letting the whole world know that you’re the only one who sees all of me, and of my body”

“You’re welcome,” you replied, deadpan.

Hawks laughed again, loving how nonchalant you were about it.

“You know, yn, I’m flattered, really. But you’ve officially raised the bar. Now I gotta find some way to top that.”

“Good luck with that,” you shot back. “I’m unbeatable.”

“Oh, is that so?” His voice dropped lower, taking on that teasing tone you knew all too well. “Because I was thinking, since you’re the only one who gets to see the whole thing, maybe I should remind you of that next time we’re alone.”

He heard your breathe catch for just a moment, but you quickly recovered.

“You’re such a show-off,” you muttered, though there was a hint of amusement in your voice.

“Can’t help it,” Hawks replied smoothly. “I’ve got a reputation to uphold now, thanks to you.”

They bantered for a few more minutes, the teasing between them effortless and natural. Eventually, Hawks let his voice soften, the humor still there but underlined with genuine affection. “But seriously,” he said, “that was… kinda perfect. You know I’m proud of you, right?”

There was a brief pause on youe end before you replied, quieter now, “Yeah, I know. Same goes for you.”

Hawks smiled, feeling the warmth of your words even through the phone. “Alright, I gotta get back to work. But next time I see you, don’t be surprised if I repay that little stunt in my own way.”

“Looking forward to it,” you said with that same confident tone, and then hung up.

Hawks placed his phone down and shook his head again, still grinning.

He knew you weren’t one to show off or make bold claims, but that little glimpse of your playful side, the one that only he got to see most of the time, made him love you even more.

As for the world? They could keep fawning over him all they wanted. Because, in the end, there was only one person whose opinion mattered, and you had just proven once again why you were the only one who really knew him.

And, of course, the only one who got to see “the whole thing.”

[airblast711]

Have been enjoying a fanfic about basically what if All for One had a child and if that said child remembered everything from their previous life including mha. It's an awesome read and has a large quantity of chapters (and is ongoing).

So naturally I decided to start drawing up the oc and main character of the story. I haven't finished yet but eventually I will (when I get the time).

The story can be found here: The Main Villain's Daughter Wants To Save The World?! (BNHA x Reader) - CandyThePuppy - Wattpad

[camistired]

that's it, it's been too long since i've written something and shared it with the world (i believe the last thing was my ambition series, and i dropped that project like three years ago 😬)

here are a list of things i want to write, but haven't yet, if any of it catches your eye, my ask box is open and i am willing to give the people what they want 😫

and i'm actually gonna stick with it, i swear, i have a plan

[k-nayee]

Love Sick BNHA

wc: 2.4k a/n: Wanted to make AU of the Love Struck Series. Happy Halloween y'all! (at least for those who celebrate it)🎃 Song Inspiration: If U Seek Amy by Britney Spears; recommend you listen while reading!!

Traveler M.List

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Izuku's breaths came in harsh uneven gasps as he stood facing the group of villains, his heart pounding as he tried to process what had just happened.

The forest was thick with tension and the heavy smoke still lingered from the fiery blast they’d barely dodged.

Shoji and Todoroki flanked him, their stances tense, but their expressions showed the same panic that gripped the greenette's heart.

Somewhere in that twisted cruel circle of villains was Bakugo and Tokoyami—captured into a marble.

Izuku’s mind raced, frantically searching for a way to get to him.

But before he could act, a flash of movement darted toward him, and a weight tackled him to the ground.

“Hi Izuku! My name’s Toga!” The voice was cheerful, almost sweet. Izuku found himself staring up into manic eyes framed by blonde hair.

Toga straddled him, her knife pressed to his throat with a disturbing gentleness. She giggled as she leaned closer until her nose was nearly brushing his.

Her lips curled into a twisted smile.

"I've been thinking since I saw you..." she said with a breathless giggle, "...that you’d be so much cuter if you just bled a little more!" she chirped. "I can help with that!"

Izuku tried to jerk back but her grip was firm, her blade dangerously close to his skin. Before she could press down a blur of motion burst onto the scene.

“Midoriya!” Shoji’s voice rang out before he slamming into Toga, knocking her off the All For One successor. 

Shoji positioned himself protectively in front of Izuku. “Stay away from Midoriya!” he growled, flexing his arms as if to shield the freckled boy from the psychotic girl before them.

Regaining her footing a pout formed on Toga's lips as she glared at Shoji.

"So that's how it is." she hissed, voice dripping with mock disappointment. "You want to come between us?" She tilt her head as if sizing him up before sneering, “To be honest you’re not really my type...but I’ll cut you anyway!”

She readied her blade, her stance lowering as she prepared to lunge at them both with an eerie smile spreading across her face.

But just as she was about to spring a smooth teasing voice rang out from the darkness.

“Now Toga...is that any way to treat such cute boys?”

The entire clearing froze.

Emerging from the shadows of the trees, you stepped into view with an effortless sultry grace.

Every eye was on you as you made your entrance; your figure framed by the moonlight filtering through the branches.

Your outfit—striking, bold, impossible to ignore—casted a faint gleam off the accessories around your waist.

A hot pink corset hugged your frame in a way that emphasized every curve. It ended just above your hips—leaving a hint of skin between it and the top of your dangerously short black mini skirt that hugged your hips.

The skirt barely brushed the tops of your thighs, swaying with each confident step. Around your waist a glittering chain belt spelled out "SEXY" in bold gleaming letters.

And as you walked, the belt jingled softly, bringing focus to the thin thong straps peeking out at your hips.

Toga’s reaction was instant.

Her previous focus on the fight forgotten as her cheeks flushed.

She brought her hands up to cover her mouth as if to contain the girlish giggle that escaped her lips.

Dabi couldn’t help but smirk. “What a way to be late to the party,” he grumbled, though there was no real bite behind it.

You let out a soft airy giggle, tilting your head coyly as you stepped closer to the flame user.

"Aww don’t be like that Dabi," you pouted. "I bet you were hoping to cause some real trouble without me, hmm?"

Your voice dripped with feigned sweetness, an almost musical lilt as you dragged a teasing hand along his arm.

The heat he emitted didn’t faze you in the slightest; you merely smiled—unfazed by the danger as if the fire itself was a welcome warmth.

Dabi’s mouth twitched into a smirk, his gaze dark and amused as he leaned into your touch ever so slightly.

"Tch," he scoffed with a lazy grin, his tone dry. "You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up late and acting like you own the place."

You chuckled unbothered, finally letting your palm captured his jaw, your grip gentle but unyielding.

“Maybe I do,” you teased. Lifting his face just enough to make sure he met your gaze, your thumb brushed along his scarred jawline as if daring him to object.

His eyes narrowed but he didn’t pull away, his lazy grin just edging on something deeper.

But before you could take it further the familiar weight of arms tightened around you.

"____!"

Toga was at your side, her excitement palpable as pressed close against you as if starved for your attention.

You felt her lean into you and with a sigh of mock disappointment, you reluctantly pulled away from Dabi, giving him one last playful smirk as you shifted your focus to her.

Toga’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes wide and sparkling as she gazed up at you with adoration. Her grip tightened as if afraid you’d disappear again.

"You’re finally here!" she nearly sang, her voice bubbling with joy. She melted against you, almost purring, as if every inch of her had been waiting for this moment.

With a soft laugh you wrap your arms around her waist as you place a leg between hers. Bringing your face close to hers, you tilt her chin up with a gentle touch.

Her breath hitched and she practically melted under your gaze.

“Toga darling,” you murmured low, “you know I don’t like it when you drink blood from others. You’re mine remember?”

You trace a thumb over her cheek with a playfully possessive smirk.

Toga’s eyes sparkled, a mix of exhilaration and devotion lighting up her face as she giggled, her blush deepening.

"Of course! I just...well I couldn’t help myself," she admitted while leaning closer. Her voice was breathless as if your mere presence had left her spellbound. "But if you don’t like it I won’t do it again!"

From somewhere behind you Twice’s voice broke through the moment—loud and unabashed.

“Hot girl-on-girl action!” he shouted enthusiastically before contradicting himself, “Disgusting! Get a room you underage minors!”

Izuku, still lying on the ground where Toga had left him, stared in stunned confusion; his cheeks flushed as he tried to process the bizarre scene unfolding in front of him.

Even Shoji seemed uncertain as he glanced between you, Dabi, and Toga with a mixture of confusion and discomfort.

And then there was Todoroki: though his face remained stoic, a faint blush tinging his cheeks betrayed his surprise as he quickly averted his eyes, trying—and failing—to appear unbothered.

Before any of them could collect their thoughts a sudden burst of light flared nearby.

The ground shook slightly and merging from the haze Mr. Compress leaped to his feet.

“Ugh!” he groaned, straightening with a melodramatic sigh. His mask glinted in the dim light and his posture radiated irritation as he dusted himself off. “You just had to ruin my exit with your seductress behavior you...you harlot!”

You barely spared him a glance, still entirely focused on Toga who beamed up at you in her own lovestruck world.

Dabi let out a snicker as he turned to Compress. “You got Bakugo?”

Compress adjusted his top hat with a proud tilt and step forward. “Of course!” He reached into his coat pocket.

Then Shoji, taking advantage of the villains’ distraction, gave a low shout. “Midoriya, Todoroki! We’re done here. Let’s go!”

This caught your attention and you finally pulled back from Toga, a single eyebrow raising in slight amusement as the trio began to flee.

The blonde blood drinker didn't even notice the chaos swirling around—clinging to you—still love drunk.

“I'm not sure what your Quirk is, but it had to do with those little marbles right? The ones you stashed in your pocket. ” Shoji boldly brandished the two glowing orbs. “So I'm guessing these are Tokoyami and Bakugo. I managed to take them during the earlier skirmish.” he announced in a defiant tone.

With that, he grab a hold of Izuku, hoisting him up and giving him a gentle push.

The smaller boy stumbled forward but quickly regained his footing as Todoroki to follow suit.

"Ha ha ha! Well color me impressed," Compress taunted, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Just as I’d expect from someone with so many hands. How splendid."

The UA students barely had a moment to celebrate before a thick purple mist began swirling in from the shadows. Todoroki skids to a halt with gritted teeth. "Not this guy..."

Shoji holds an arm out in front of his two classmates. "He was at the USJ. The warp villain."

“It’s been five minutes since the signal. We must retreat,” Kurogiri’s voice cut through the air.

With a disappointed sigh, Toga reluctantly peeled herself from your side, giving Izuku one last mischievous smile as she blew him a flirtatious kiss.

“Sorry Izuku! But I’ll see you 'kay?” Her voice was sweet and sing-song, completely c to the contrasting the devastation in his wide horrified eyes.

Instead of leaving into the portal, you lingered beside Dabi, your playful demeanors replaced by something darker—more serious.

Dabi’s voice dropped into a low threatening growl as his gaze remained fixed on them with a dangerous glint. “We’re not leavin' without the kid.” 

The theatrical villain let out a condescending chuckle.

“Don't worry,” Compress said haughtily, “They were so proud of themselves for rooting through my pockets that I thought I'd let them gloat.”

He lifted a hand to his mouth and tapped his cheek, a wicked gleam shinning in his eyes.

“You really think I’d be so careless?” he taunted, his words calculated and smug. “Allow me to explain a basic tenant of magic. If I'm flaunting something shiny...”

Opening his mouth, two small marbles were revealed resting on his tongue—the real Bakugo and Tokoyami. “...it's because there's something else I don't want you to see”

Shoji's eyes widened in dismay as he shakily looked at the marbles in his hand. “No...”

Immediately the two objects explode; revealing what was really trapped inside the small objects.

Todoroki stiffen in disbelief. "...is that my ice?"

“Ah that’s right!” Compress grinned, indulging in his own theatrics. “During that freezing attack I prepared these dummies and slipped them into my right pocket for a little misdirection.”

“Damn it!” Izuku clenched his fists as desperation flashed in his green eyes. “His quirk...it lets him compress and hold things.”

The Vanguard Action Squad member smirked as rage simmered beneath their shock. “Forgive me but I do so adore a twist ending.”

“You can’t do this!” Izuku shouted, voice cracking with both anger and helplessness. He took a step forward, his body trembling with the need to act.

Kurogiri's purple mist began to envelope the three of you. And for a brief moment the young heroes could only watch stunned as your forms began to dissolve into the darkness.

“One last bow,” Mr. Compress declared grandly, leaning forward with a mocking smile as his gaze held steady on the trio of dismayed students. “And then...the curtain fal—”

A sudden blinding beam of light sliced through the misty gloom, steicking Compress squarely in the face. 

It sent him staggering backward as his mask shattered to pieces like broken glass in the moonlight.

The unexpected attack jolted everyone out of their momentary stupor.

Compress gasped, clutching his face as his precious marbles slipped from his grip, spinning wildly through the air.

You snapped your head toward the source of the laser and caught a brief glimpse of blond hair peeking through the dense undergrowth. 

The corner of your mouth quirked in slight annoyance—these kids had more fight in them than you’d expected.

Shoji surged forward, managing to grab one of the marbles just before it could roll out of reach.

Not far from him Todoroki stretched his hand toward the second one. But just as his fingertips brushed it, delicate fuchsia pink coffin nails swept in and plucked it mid-fall.

Todoroki froze. His gaze was wide with shock as his mismatched gaze locked on yours.

Your fuchsia-colored eyes gleamed under the moonlight, the broken heart-shaped pupils shimmering with a taunting glint.

You held the marble up between your fingers letting it catch the faint beams of light.  Your smile widened as you took in his stunned expression.

“Aww,” you coo in a soft mocking lilt. “Better luck next time cutie~”

Before he could process your words, the familiar warmth of semi-burnt hands settled around your waist, pulling you back against a broad chest.

Dabi leaned in close, his smirk as sharp as the glint in his turquoise eyes as he rested his head next to yours.

“Well,” he drawled, enjoying every hint of distress on ̶h̶̶i̶̶s̶ ̶b̶̶r̶̶o̶̶t̶̶h̶̶e̶̶r̶'̶s̶ the young hero’s face. “Isn’t that a tragedy?”

Compress—still recovering from the unexpected laser shot—muttered a few choice words under his breath.

He finally managed to gather his composure, though irritation was still evident in the way he snapped his fingers.

In a flash the marbles in your hands expanded revealing Bakugo and Tokoyami in their true forms.

Tokoyami stumbled beside Shoji as he regained his balance while Bakugo thrashing as soon as he materialized.

His face was twisted in a fierce scowl, anger blazing in his eyes as he struggled against Dabi’s firm grip around his neck.

“Get your filthy hands off me!” Bakugo barked as he tried to wriggle free.

Ignoring his fury you slip an arm around his waist—pressing yourself closer as you looked up at him in a twisted kind of admiration.

 “You’re such a fighter...” your tone was sickly sweet, gaze trailing over his scowling face as he glared back at you. “...me likey~”

“Checkmate,” Dabi tightened his grip on Bakugo’s neck with an sneern.

“Kaachan no!” Izuku’s desperate scream echoed through the clearing. His feet pounded against the forest floor as he struggled to close the distance.

He kept his gaze locked on Bakugo; horror and helplessness painted across his face as the mist from Kurogiri’s portal began to swirl around them once more.

Bakugo’s eyes shot toward Izuku. “Stay back...Deku...”  His voice echoed faintly as he struggled to keep view of the greenette, his sight dimming as the darkness closed in.

“KACCHAN! NOOOOO!” Izuku’s voice broke. Pain was etched across his face as he reached out futilely.

His fingers curled into the final dark wisps as it swallowed Bakugo and the League whole leaving the clearing in shadow and silence.

The forest stood still as the trio of Class 1-A stood frozen in despair, the reality of their failure sinking in.

[meguyummy]

pls see the vision lets have a reddit love story guys! reader owns a book store, izuku's a nerd, pt 1.

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Internet anonymity is something that you abuse often. Who could really blame you, though?

It's late evening, almost closing time. Sat behind the counter in your small antique bookstore, the only noises you hear are the occasional rustling and crunching of autumn leaves. Today was a slow day, and you're insanely bored. Pulling out your phone, you wonder which app to kill time on before closing up shop. Twitter has been uninteresting, and YouTube has irritatingly long unskippable ads. So recently, you've turned to Reddit. More specifically, r/HeroSnark.

Initially, all your critiques on heroes were posted on Twitter, long and profane rants that got you suspended multiple times. You gained a following for being an outspoken "hero hater", but the sheer amount of die-hard All Might fans who almost found your location deterred further posting. Hating in peace was way more fun than getting swatted.

Has anybody else noticed how sloppy Pinky is getting with her acid recently? Public damage is out the fucking wazoo. Istg if I see another hole in the sidewalk I'll riot.

After posting to the subreddit, you turn off your phone and stand up, ready to flip the sign on the door to "closed" and head home. That's when the work phone rings. Of fucking course that's when the phone rings.

Plopping back down with a groan, you yank the phone out of the receiver and greet the caller, wondering if they've ever checked your closing time (or have, and were just shameless enough to not care).

"Hi! I noticed you have a copy of Captain Cosmos' special edition autobiography and I was wondering if you could hold it for me. I'll pay extra!"

You cringe, scrunching up your face at the phone. The voice on the was certainly.. enthusiastic. The caller was a guy, with a deep, but still somewhat boyish voice. He must be a fanboy on a different level if he liked Captain Cosmos, an ancient and mostly irrelevant hero. Your store offered all kinds of obscure old books, and despite your personal dislike, you knew better than to hurt business by not selling hero media.

"Yeah... I could do that if you're planning on coming to pick it up within the next two days. Are you?" You hope your exhaustion isn't too obvious from your voice.

"Yes! Yeah, I am. Thank you so so much I've been looking all over for it. I'll be there tomorrow!"

You say both say parting words, and you put the phone down, closing up quickly so no other last-minute calls can stall you. Walking up the stairs you retire to your apartment.

Living above the shop was a dream come true, allowing you to thrive without the possibility of an annoying downstairs neighbor. The space was cozy, designed perfectly to your liking after years of living there. After a relaxing shower, you slump into the couch. Checking the post, you read replies from others who have noticed the exact same issue and are equally frustrated by it, some even bringing up more problems you hadn't even noticed yet. You upvote a couple responses, reply to others, and turn on a sitcom.

The amount of bitching done online doesn't mean you're an asshole to people in real life too. Not to normal people, at least. The fact that heroes act like celebrities instead of the crucial emergency workers they really are grinds your gears. Who needs to see Can't Stop Twinkling's annoying ass on TV for something that isn't a rescue? There's a pedestal that they always put themselves on, like they're all-mighty and amazing and need to be praised, but their actions never speak enough for your liking.

A new reply catches your attention, and your brows furrow reading it. This is probably because she's been suffering injuries from her last mission and has still been pushing herself to work and save civilians! We should all be a little bit nicer :)

You frown, blinking hard down at your phone at the reply. Why the hell is.. u/minimight on here to spread positivity? Wrong place for that, bud. You pause the sitcom and sit up from your slouching position on the couch, readying your thumbs.

First, the downvote button gets smashed. Hard.

Dude, I honestly couldn't give less of a fuck that she's injured. If she can be a guest judge on The Masked Singer while injured, she can try a little harder to not make the sidewalk in my area look like Swiss cheese.

Why would anybody who likes heroes spend any time in that subreddit? The whole point is being able to dunk on them freely. You're not going to let some random guilt-trip you.

A reply comes in a minute later. The sidewalk is going to be fixed soon, it was just a minor inconvenience that came during her battle to save a life!

Way to make it deeper than it was supposed to be, u/minimight. You send another quick downvote.

Don't care lol save it for a hero-dickeating subreddit, not this one. You type.

While I understand your frustration, we should give more grace! I know how inconvenient and annoying things like this are, but not everything turns out as planned.

Holy shit they're not done. You don't really feel like arguing with a hero stan tonight, so you reply with a photoshopped picture of All Might in a clown suit.

They quickly reply. I just wish more people would have an open mind on these issues.

Yeah, u/minimight is gonna feel the banhammer soon. After swiftly downvoting their reply, you click on their account. They're a member of a couple All Might subreddits, which are expected, but also some more snark ones as well. They've written a couple of long posts written about random obscure heroes and their 'impact on hero culture'. Seeing that, you decide to write them off another annoying hero superfan and turn your phone off, changing the TV to a movie you've wanted to watch for a while.

Disappointed, (the movie was way worse than you expected) you switch off the TV and head to bed. As you lie there in the darkness, the image of All Might in a clown suit comes to mind, bringing a slight smile to your lips. Maybe tomorrow will be a less annoying day, free from hero fanatics.

[aswanlake]

Crossed With Glass

0.1 Pride Goeth Before A Fall

synopsis: Kyo & Katsuki have been friends since childhood but a fight tears them apart. Unfortunately it may be the last time he ever gets to talk to her, the last time he sees her face besides on the news and the missing posters. Is this shame or guilt he feels, or both?

content warnings: non canon, description of injury, blood & death, bullying, suicide, fem!reader, established friendship, 3rd person POV, cussing, villainous activity, murder, hurt / no comfort, drugs & drug use, abuse of drugs, canon violence, suggestive themes, angst, fighting, adult themes, language inaccuracies, one use of ‘f/n’ ‘l/n’

a/n: reader is referred to as “Kyo” as a nickname, it is usually referred to as capital but can also mean falsehood which is the definition we will be using for a majority of this story! also I know I said this story would be out next week but I found some free time and decided to get this chapter out. Comment if you want to be added to the taglist!

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𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖾 two here

For a ten year old, a friendship is everything, especially one between a girl and her only boy bestfriend. He was the best, he was everything to her, he wasn’t exactly sweet but he didn’t need to be, any complaint of him being an asshole was just given the ole’ “boys will be boys”, which was quite stupid to her, why were boys like that? “It just means he likes you.” Why didn’t he just say that then? She was so confused, he continued to hang around her even though he was an asshole; however she never really told him to leave her alone. He’d play with her on the playground and taunt or screech at others that made her uncomfortable even whenever she wasn’t watching and that continued up until middle school. Katsuki had grown from just an asshole to a plain out bully, she was embarrassed to be seen interacting with him and it seemed to only irritate him further that he was being ignored by his best friend so he took it out on other people– everyone knew he wasn’t very good with words.

“Why are you ignoring me?” His shadow clouded her reading, taking away the sunlight she was originally using to continue her book; she acknowledged him with a hum but didn’t actually look up to face him. “I’m not ignoring you.” He groaned, clearly tired of her arrogance. “Ignoring, avoiding. You know what the hell I mean, why are you doing it? What is wrong with you?” He was young so voice cracks came easily even with as much confidence as the Katsuki Bakugo had, however she still looked up at the sound of his voice even slightly breaking. His glare was unwavering, not a hint of sadness or disappointment but she knew him better than that. “I’m humiliated, Katsuki.” Her eyes brimming with tears at even the thought of the rumors that flew behind her back all because she was caught talking to the worst bully at school. Her parents were no help, they always claimed that it would fix itself or it ‘wasn’t that serious’ because in ten years she wouldn’t remember it and neither would anyone else but it wasn’t ten years from the situation, it was now and now it was killing her to here these things about herself being thrown from ear to ear.

“Everyone in our school calls you a bully except your little posse. They’re scared of you, of– of me. They say I’m a bully just like you because we hang out! Someone even said that you told a kid in our class to kill himself.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes and barely even acknowledging the first part of the sentence because who would be afraid of you? “No one is scared of you. Stop getting ahead of yourself. Besides it was a joke, that nerd wasn’t going to take me seriously. Although he probably should, a quirkless loser like him isn’t going to get anywhere in life besides serving people’s food.” He didn’t even mumble the last part of his sentence, he meant everything he said and it was a little disgusting. In a few years he would probably grow from this and it would just be something embarrassing that middle school kids did but right now it was killing to see something like this in front of her and taking the form of her best friend. “I cannot believe you right now, are you actually serious Katsuki?” With her statement she stood up, pushing him away from her, her book now dropping from her hands onto the bench she was originally sitting on. Katsuki looked at her as if she was stupid which was more condescending than his words, his stare, his..glare as if she was a stranger, an alien. It was the fact that he didn’t even try to protect himself, to say he wasn’t like that, the fact that he didn’t even try to defend her.

What if that kid actually did kill himself? It would hang over his head forever, some stupid words ended another person’s life and he was playing around them as if they were just words. That’s all they were to him and that’s what made this more upsetting than anything. “I can’t do this. I actually can’t, I will continue to ignore and avoid you until you can get it together and act like a decent human being. Is that too much to ask from you, Bakugo?” His eye twitched at the sound of his surname, he hated the usage of it, it had to do with his mother, a deep rooted dislike as he called her “overbearing” and “a mess”. “You’re getting this upset over some stupid fucking words? How selfish and pathetic are you?” Her eyes widened at his tone, it wasn’t the down to earth one he used to talk to his friends or at least the people he cared about and that was her final straw, there’s one thing she would never let happen and that’s let someone she cares about disrespect her no matter what they were going through– she had more self respect than that to let it happen.

She turned away from him, not even bothering to grab the book, disgust gracing her face and she didn’t even let him continue his speech about how pathetic she was. It was insulting to even hear those words come out of his mouth, but these were just words to him, he could say them at will so it didn’t matter. “Kyo!” Her ears did their best to block out his voice but her heart couldn’t, she wanted to turn back, force him to apologize and then go play video games at his house or go get ice cream and talk about the homework they didn’t want to do but would eventually finish begrudgingly but she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. It would go against everything and as one knows, pride goeth before a fall.

Arms crossed as she grumbled about his disrespectful attitude and stupid words. Why was he so stupid? Why was he so mean? Why did he have to act like he didn’t care instead of just admitting that it was something dumb to say? It killed her to try and rack her brain of reasons as to why he was being such an asshole instead of just honestly trying to be a good person for once and apologize, boys were never explainable and it was worse to try and find answers herself. Her brainstorming left her distracted, to the point where she pulled headphones just over her head to block out the world, sometimes a stretch from reality was enough to keep a person at bay. Her music blasted, enough to keep her from worrying much about the situation but every song she turned on reminded her of the fight that had gone on just moments ago, perhaps twenty minutes. It always took her thirty minutes to walk home, she only did it whenever she was feeling bad, any other time she would bike but she just needed to clear her head.

Maybe if the hero had been briefed beforehand this wouldn’t have happened, maybe if she went home just a few minutes after the fight or maybe before they had even had it she wouldn’t have ended up in this predicament. However she did, she had to be in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong person to help her, Trigger was a ‘new’ drug, people had heard of it but they didn’t want to start inputting fear into people about something that may have been just a rumor. It was a terrifying thought, a drug created purely to enhance people’s quirks and while this could have been used for good there was always a downside, like those who got their hands on it in the middle of a back alleyway. Who would have known that the guy who snatched it off of some crazed psycho would have a vibration quirk? It all happened so fast she didn’t have time to react because while others were running, she was trapped in her own world unable to hear the rumbling coming from up in front of her, it wasn’t until the floor beneath her truly began to shake and the buildings with that she removed her headphones to look up. The area was crumbling to the ground at that very moment, there wasn’t anything that a person could do except run for their lives and she tried but every piece of debris and rubble seemed to find its way directly into her path.

The strap of her bag was clutched to her chest as she tried her best to maneuver a way out of the chaos, people had been screaming for a hero to come but he wasn’t here, he was on the street over, too confused to realize that he was on the wrong route. Couldn’t he have felt the vibrations by now? Didn’t he know that people were in danger and needed help? Running had done her no good, so now her last option had been to hide out in a building until all the chaos had passed over. Except she didn’t get the luxury of everything skipping over her and she realized it only a little too late. Whenever the ground beneath her shook with vigor and the walls of the building followed in suit before she knew it, everything came crashing down onto her. It’s true what people say about their final moments, your life does flash before her eyes, hers did, from the very beginning down to where it was now and unfortunately all she could think about was that stupid fight with Katsuki, why didn’t she just forgive him there? Why couldn’t she have just given him a break knowing what he was going through?

Why was she so prideful? Why was he so prideful? Her head swarmed with questions until everything went completely silent. There were no more questions, none of which had an answer anyways. Then for just a moment the silence was replaced with pain, excruciating and agitating pain, all feeling in her body was numb, she couldn’t move any part of her body, her limbs a heavier weight than she could ever carry. The blood seeping out from her body was enough to keep another human being alive, it was an unfortunate truth she wanted to accept her fate, assume that she was going to die here under this rubble and never see her family or friends again but she was too prideful for that. She cared too much to do that, to keep the idea in her head that she was going to die here just because of the wrong place and wrong time.

Her parents called everyone they knew that night, an attempt to find their daughter. She never took over thirty minutes to make it back home, they could time it and she would always be there exactly at the thirty minute mark, she took the same route every single day. Their first assumption was that she had been snatched until the news played in their living room, broken sobs being their first action. “Today after a wild villain attack in Musutafu, Japan, the culprit is finally being arrested and the family members of the victims are being notified. There were multiple injured, one casualty and one presumed to be dead. We would like to take a moment of silence for a young girl that was killed in the attack today, only thirteen, with a whole life ahead of her. Unfortunately no body was found but her bag with a tag identifying her and a middle school ID was found at the scene covered in blood. We can only hope that “F/N ‘Kyo’ L/N” went quickly and we pray for her parents.”

And that is how Kyo died, her life, name and face was buried in that rubble but her body wasn’t.

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