#mha x powerful reader

[sourlove]

YANDERE AIZAWA SHOTA HEADCANONS

TW: OBSESSION, KIDNAPPING, YANDERE THEMES, MENTIONED STALKING, IMPLIED MURDER

Aizawa as yandere doesn't happen suddenly. It's a gradual descent into what he can only describe as madness.

There was no other logical explanation to way he felt about you. He had never been one to get attached easily. Those who had remained a constant for him had more or less forced themselves in and established themselves as part of his life. While he grew to eventually enjoy their company, he had never been the one to seek out a connection.

Other people were liabilities and vessels for useless emotions that could be turned against you at any given moment. Aizawa had no space in his life for liabilities.

Until he met you.

You were so cute and afraid, clinging to him when he saved you from a villain attack, almost like a wet kitten being rescued from a storm. When you leaned into him for support, Aizawa suddenly felt something warm and foreign pulse in him.

He asked where you live and frowned at the name of the neighborhood which was definitely not an area someone like you should be staying. You were too...delicate for that kind of place. Anybody could just snatch you up if they wanted to and have their way with you.

It was only right that someone protected you, Aizawa thought idly as he waved you into your dingy apartment. He couldn't, in good conscience, just let you wander around unprotected like that.

It was all for your safety. That's what he told himself as he followed you like a shadow, as he 'took care' of your handsy coworker and creepy landlord, and as he finally chained you to his bed.

"It's for your own good."

You cried a lot at first, poor thing. Aizawa felt bad for you but not bad enough that he could let you go. You were constantly surrounded by dangerous people, isn't it better to stay here with a Pro Hero?

You were almost like a cat, he mused as the weeks passed and the search for you slowly died down (with no small effort from him). You begged to go outside at first but soon you began to associate him with good things: food, warmth, safety.

You began to want him. Maybe not to the extent of his own desire but it was good, it was progress. So he indulged you, the way he would indulge a stray kitten that hissed and spat but still sought him out for comfort.

Sooner or later, you would learn that the outside world was no place for someone like you. You would learn to give up and give in. You would learn to appreciate what he did and know that he did it all for you. It was all for you.

But until then, Aizawa would hold you and wipe your tears away. You would understand that there was no way he would ever let go of his sweet, little pet.

[kuwkedits]

HELLO FRIENDS!! It’s ur bestie speaking did u forget about me be honest 😟 I will apologize for going mia however it will happen again especially bc a whole bunch of shit happened I quit my p.o.s job a couple of my friends got weird ny grandpa died and I’m moving so lots of shit going on but I bring gifts bc I miss all of u 🥹

Flirty yn I was trying to do pick up lines pt 3 but the og plot left me um pls enjoy

ALSO I rebranded?? How we feel about the new name and lay out? It’s cute right 🥰

[chososchalupa]

Game Night //

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shigaraki x reader

College AU/No quirks/SMAU with a splash of writing

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Chapter one : This is Tomura Shigaraki

cw - suicide joke from Bakugo

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[hatsukeii]

Today, I’m thinking about… haikyuu + other anime characters that would end up in this situation…

warning(s): none!! this is pure crack and you can interpret it as friendship or a relationship but just don’t do ANYTHING that happens in this fic because my friend almost shat himself afterwards…

“Dude, don’t fuck with me, I’ll literally fly your ass to Brazil and fight you if you win another round.”

You cackle at his empty threat, the ‘one card left’ message on your side souring his glare at every passing second that it stays on the shared screen. Scared to wake the rest of your household, you slap a hand over your mouth, the laughs threatening to burst from your chest. It’s been two hours of playing UNO online, and he hasn’t been able to win a single round since twelve. Frankly, it’s getting a little embarrassing for him, but you aren’t one to back down from a threat.

“Is that a challenge? Let’s fuckin’ go then, what are you waiting for? Put the next card down and see, bitch.”

He gasps through the screen, a hand flying to his chest as he searches for some sort of witty retort, or some form of instant retaliation. Instead, his mouse clicks through the call, frantically picking his +4 colour changer. He’s going to win this time, he’s certain of it. He’s going to watch you pick up four useless number cards, and throw his final card down before you even have the chance to come back-

“GET SHIT ON!”

You slam your final +4 onto the game, eight new cards slotting themselves into his deck as the gold medal and confetti of UNO victory explodes on screen. You pump your fists in his face, and he slams his hands onto his head, dumbfounded.

“Is that even allowed? What the fuck!”

“Uh, doesn’t matter? Because the system says I won! You’re dogshit!”

He turns in his chair, spinning round and round and round blankly as he drowns in his utter loss of dignity and ego. How can he possibly win against you, when all he gets are useless numbers to start with, and you somehow happen to score every single power card possible?

“What, you gonna fight me now? In Brazil?” You taunt, and his screen goes white as the google search engine pops up. His fingers hammer at his keyboard at an impossible speed, scouring the Internet for the quickest flight to Brazil. He’ll just scare you into thinking he was serious for a bit, just to see the panic that he has endured in the final moments of every single UNO round plastered on your face.

“There’s no way you’re actually doing this right now.”

He clicks onto the next flight to Rio, Brazil, highlighting the details as if forcing you to remember them for later. Drawing circles with his cursor furiously, he reaches down for his duffel bag, pretending to shove necessities into it. A singular t-shirt goes in, then his hoodie, all while the cursor sits dangerously close to the purchase button beneath his presaved credit card details, already filled out in each field.

"The next flight we can feasibly catch is 8am tomorrow. I'm coming over right now to pick your ass up, and we're gonna fucking fight in front of Christ the fucking Redeemer in Rio, me and you."

He reaches for his bottle, his arm stretching across the screen for the hunk of metal. As his fingers grab at it, he misses, and the entire bottle topples onto his mouse.

Click.

"Thank you for your purchase. Your flight number is: RJ3992. Please scan the code below at check-in."

The laughs that have been pushed under your throat all erupt at once as you hold your stomach and fall backwards, tears spilling from your eyes. He stares at the purchase confirmation, eyes peeled open and mouth ajar as $3000 worth of money vanishes into thin air. He did not intend to fight you in Brazil, but he might actually have to now. Should he call his bank? Call the airlines? His questions are answered as his phone rings beside him. From the other side of the call, you hear his murmurs as he comes clear to the banker on the line.

"No...not sure how it happened...just saw the confirmation...refund it now?"

You stifle your laughter, resisting the urge to punch your table in shock as he bargains with the banker to refund the ticket he just bought to Rio de Janeiro at two in the morning. Finally, he rips the phone away from his ear, letting out a sigh of relief. You cackle, pointing at him in a fit of hysteria, and he scowls at you, giving you the nastiest side eye he can conjure up. Not only has he lost every single round of UNO tonight, he's also come close to putting his credit in the negatives. It's time to call it quits.

"Still wanna fight me, huh? Another round?"

"Don't fucking try me, or I'll call them for the ticket back."

Characters: Tanaka Ryunosuke, Nishinoya Yuu, Kuroo Tetsurou, Lev Haiba, Kentaro Kyotani, Terushima Yuji, Bokuto Koutaro, Tendou Satori, Suguru Daisho, Miya Atsumu, Hoshiumi Kourai, Bakugou Katsuki, Neito Monoma, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Yo Shindo, Touya Todoroki, Aoi Todo, Gojo Satoru, Denji, Power + all your faves<3

author's note:

i can't make this shit up this actually happened to me once because the guy i was playing uno with kept losing and got upset and threatened to fight us all in brazil and then accidentally bought a 3000 dollar plane ticket to rio um???? bro had to call up the airline to cancel and then his bank had to call him at 3am to ask why he was suddenly withdrawing so much money i was about to piss myself laughing ngl

also IM FINISHED WITH FINALS!!! WOOOO!! CONFETTI!!!!

anyways tags!!

@starlysama @chuuya-brainrot @fiannee @bailey-reeds

ok love u guys see u soon bye bye

[yanderemisery]

CEO Izuku Midoriya x personal assistant reader

TW: obsession, yandere, naive darling, dub-con, no quirks au, normal society.

Izuku Midoriya had it all. At just 28, he was the CEO of a tech company that was revolutionizing the industry. He was tall, strong, and devastatingly handsome, with the kind of wealth that made people sit up and pay attention when he walked into a room. Everything about him screamed power and control, from the way he spoke in board meetings to the sharp, precise way he dressed in tailored suits. But there was one thing Izuku couldn't control-his obsession with Darling.

Darling was different from the other assistants he'd had over the years. She was small, almost delicate, with a frame that seemed as though it could be swept away in a strong wind. Her hands, in particular, fascinated Izuku. They were so tiny compared to his own, her fingers slender and graceful, always tapping away at her keyboard or clutching a notepad as she followed him around the office. She was a perfectionist, fussing over every detail of his schedule, making sure that everything ran like clockwork.

But it wasn't just her size that drew him in.

It was her passion, her kindness. She cared about the work she did, and it showed in the way she handled every task with precision and thoughtfulness. She cared about people, too-she was the kind of person who would remember everyone's birthdays, who would ask after their families, who would go out of her way to make sure everyone around her was happy.

Izuku had never met anyone like her. His previous assistants had been efficient, yes, but they were cold, detached. They didn't care about him or the company. They were there for the paycheck and the prestige, nothing more. But Darling... Darling was different. She was warm, caring, and utterly devoted to her work-and, by extension, to him.

At first, Izuku had tried to keep his distance. After all, he was her boss, and there were lines that shouldn't be crossed.

But the more he tried to push his feelings aside, the more they consumed him. He found himself watching her, studying her, memorizing every detail about her. The way her dark hair would slip loose from her ponytail by midday, the way her skirt hugged her hips just so, the way she'd glance up at him with those big, brown eyes whenever she asked a question.

He loved how small she looked next to him.

When they stood together, her shoulder barely reached his elbow, and he felt an overwhelming urge to wrap his arm around her and pull her close. Her height, her size, made him feel even more powerful, more in control, yet paradoxically, he was completely undone by her. He loved the way she fussed over him, adjusting his tie before meetings, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles in his suit, always ensuring he was at his best.

The obsession grew with each passing day. Izuku found himself thinking about her constantly, even when he wasn't at work.

He would lie awake at night, replaying every interaction they'd had that day, every time her hand had brushed against his as she handed him a file, every time she'd smiled up at him. He imagined how soft her lips would feel against his, how perfectly she would fit in his arms, how he could protect her from the world if she were his.

But it was more than just a physical attraction-it was the way she made him feel. Around her, he felt like a different man. He wasn't the ruthless CEO, the hard-edged businessman. With her, he felt... human. She made him want to be better, to do better, to live up to the way she looked at him, as if he were someone worth admiring.

Izuku began finding excuses to be near her. He'd call her into his office for the most trivial of tasks, just to watch her as she worked, to catch a whiff of her perfume, a light floral scent that lingered in the air long after she'd left. He started scheduling more meetings, just so she'd be at his side, her tiny hands flipping through the pages of his agenda. He found reasons to touch her-nothing overt, nothing that could be construed as inappropriate-but small, fleeting touches that sent electricity coursing through his veins. A hand on her lower back as they walked through a door, a brief touch of her fingers as he handed her something.

But it wasn't enough. He wanted more. He needed more.

Izuku found himself daydreaming about what it would be like to hold her, to feel her small body pressed against his, to kiss her until she was breathless. He imagined her in his penthouse apartment, curled up on his couch, wearing one of his shirts that would be far too big for her. He pictured her in his bed, the sheets tangled around her small frame, her hair spread out on his pillow.

He knew it was wrong to feel this way, but he couldn't help himself. She had become an addiction, a need that consumed him.

And as much as he tried to resist, to maintain the professional distance that was expected of him, he was failing miserably.

But Izuku was a man who was used to getting what he wanted, and he knew he had to be careful. Darling was special, and he couldn't risk scaring her away. So, he continued to watch, to wait, to fantasize about the day when he could finally make her his. Because in his mind, she already was.

[withclawandvine]

shouto has never cared about things, never assigned value to blankets or clothes. he’s never had a favorite mug. in the todoroki house, things were easily acquired and replaced when the time came.

so he doesn’t quite understand your commitment to patching jeans and refastening buttons. he’s told you more than once that he’s more than happy to buy new dishes or sweaters or pillowcases.

but one night, he comes home to find you bent over one of his sweatshirts, taking a needle and thread to a hole in the the left arm, carefully making each stitch small and neat.

before, shouto wouldn’t have thought twice about tossing out the torn garment, but when you hand it to him with a satisfied smile, he runs his thumb over the slightly-puckered line of thread — a token of your love and effort — and finds that this sweatshirt is no longer replaceable.

[circledotdestroy]

Hearts and Nerves (Shouto Todoroki x F!Reader)

Todoroki was nervous. He wasn’t sure why, you two have been friends for a while after all. The look on his face didn’t show it, but his heart raced when he saw you. It was an overwhelming feeling that made him want to stay as close as possible to you, but also made him want to run away. 

At first he thought it was because he saw you as a threat. He did challenge you alongside Midoriya before the Sports Festival. While he challenged Midoriya due to a connection with All Might, he challenged you because it was clear that you were a prodigy with a powerful quirk. You were the obvious threat for the Number 1 Spot.

While you still competed against him now, the two of you were friends. He knows you wouldn’t hurt him— outside of training. Despite the rivalry, you were supportive of him and always seemed so enthusiastic to see him grow and flourish, both as a hero and a person. He shared the same pride in you, so why would he feel fear?

He tried separating himself to think of a reason. When he tried to meditate on it, he could only reminisce of times where you sat with him at lunch and tried your best to stay on track describing a show you like to him, someone who doesn’t watch television very often. The way you described it left him with more questions than answers, but the smile on your face, the way you moved your hands as you spoke, the light radiating from your eyes…

What can he do to keep your eyes shining like that? As soon as he could look you in the eye without having his heart trying to burst from his chest, he was going to find out and do everything he could.

Needless to say, Todoroki still had no clue why he was nervous around you; so he decided the next step was to consult a friend. 

That moment, Todoroki got off his floor mat and left his room to find the person who would help him face this sudden fear. Bakugou was very confused by his rival standing behind his door asking for help– with a generous offering of tea and protein cookies. Bakugou’s confusion inclined him to allow his rival inside, feeling a mix of curiosity and pride at his rival coming to beg him for help. When he found out it had nothing to do with heroism or fighting, Bakugou got irritated toward Todoroki for wasting his time and yelled at him for being a “stupid coward over a girl” they were “supposed to be competing against for Number 1”.

Todoroki asked Bakugou how he was supposed to conquer his new fear of you and got a once-bitten and half-dipped cookie thrown at him along with many choice-words from his newly found love-guru.

Todoroki was nervous. This time he was sure why. You two have been friends for a while, and now he has new labels for feelings that have never applied to him before. Although his face didn’t show it, his heart raced as he told you to walk with him to UA’s gardening club after the day was done. He never thought he could be excited for a time that he wished would never come.

He counted the minutes back every time he looked at a clock, he hoped if he stared at it he could have just a little longer to prepare himself for what he knew had to happen. 

When the time came, Todoroki is sure there are more white hairs on his head than red. He tries to stick with the scripted conversation starters that he played in his head since he decided that day at this time he was going to tell you what’s been keeping him up at night. 

The two of you go to the gardens where Shouto has to tell you, his dearest rival, how you are a threat he has no strategy against. You held his beating heart in the palm of your hand, he can only hope you’re kind enough to show him mercy. 

Standing near soft, pink carnations you embraced him and felt the beating heart in his chest. Shouto didn’t feel like running away.

[todorokis-girl]

Hey I have a request, could you do a power loader from MHA fanfic if you're ok with writing for him, where he likes reader but hasn't confessed to her, and midnight snitches and he becomes all shy and hide's in his classroom, the reader comfort him (and if you're ok with it could you add a bit of smut at the end and if so femdom reader)

Hidden Spark - Power Loader

I hope you like it! (If you wait a little bit longer, I will write a separate part with the smut, I wanted to keep it separate).

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The workshop was alive with the familiar clinks and whirs of machinery, each sound a testament to the creative mind behind it all. The air was thick with the scent of oil and metal, a comforting aroma for Power Loader, or as he was known in quieter moments, Higari Maijima. He thrived in this environment, surrounded by the tools of his trade and the gadgets of his design. The walls were lined with half-completed projects, spare parts, and blueprints tacked up haphazardly, creating a chaotic but organized haven.

But today, his focus was slipping. His normally steady hands fumbled with a wrench as his mind wandered, and it didn’t take long to figure out the reason why. It was you.

You had a way of slipping into his thoughts, your voice echoing in his mind long after you’d left the room. It wasn’t just your enthusiasm for learning or the way you listened intently to his explanations—it was the warmth in your smile and the light in your eyes. Higari wasn’t used to feeling like this, and it left him a little unbalanced, like a machine with a few screws loose.

Midnight, always observant and never one to miss a beat, had noticed. She had watched the way his eyes would soften when you walked in, how he’d instinctively move closer to help you with whatever you were working on. It was endearing, really, how a man so skilled and precise in his work could be so adorably clumsy around someone he liked. And Midnight, being Midnight, couldn’t resist stirring the pot a little.

It was during a quiet afternoon, the sun casting long shadows across the U.A. grounds, when Midnight found you in the teacher’s lounge, her expression one of barely contained amusement.

“Did you know that Higari has a bit of a crush on you?” she had asked, her voice laced with playful mischief.

Your eyes widened in surprise, nearly dropping the stack of papers you were holding. “He does?”

“Oh, absolutely,” she confirmed with a grin. “He practically turns into a teenager around you. It’s adorable.”

You felt your cheeks heat up as you processed this information. Memories of all the times Higari had gone out of his way to help you flashed through your mind—the small, almost imperceptible smiles he gave you, the way he lingered just a little longer when you were around. Could it be true?

Deciding to find out for yourself, you made your way to his workshop, the clatter of tools and the hum of machinery growing louder with each step. But when you pushed open the door, expecting to see him hunched over his latest project, you were met with an empty room. The silence was almost eerie, the usual buzz of activity replaced by stillness. Tools were scattered across the workbench, as if abandoned in a hurry, and the soft glow of a lamp cast long, lonely shadows across the floor.

Puzzled, you stepped further inside, calling out his name. When there was no response, a gnawing worry began to settle in your chest. You wandered through the halls of U.A., stopping by various classrooms, asking anyone you encountered if they had seen Higari. Eventually, Ectoplasm mentioned that he had seen Higari retreat to his office earlier that day and hadn’t come out since.

With your worry deepening, you hurried to his classroom, where his personal office was. The usually lively corridors were quiet now, the sounds of students long gone as the day drew to a close. When you reached the classroom door, you knocked gently, the sound echoing down the empty hallway.

“Higari? It’s me, Y/N. Can I come in?”

For a long moment, there was no answer. You almost thought he wasn’t there, but then you heard the faint sound of shuffling footsteps. The door creaked open just a crack, enough for you to see Higari’s familiar figure on the other side. He looked different without his helmet, his messy hair slightly disheveled, and his face flushed with embarrassment.

His eyes darted around, avoiding yours. “Y/N, I… I didn’t mean for you to find out like that,” he mumbled, his voice quieter than you had ever heard it. “Midnight shouldn’t have said anything.”

You took in the sight of him, standing there in the dim light of the classroom. His normally confident posture was gone, replaced by an awkward uncertainty that tugged at your heart. The classroom itself was a reflection of his mind—a mix of organized chaos, with blueprints pinned to the walls, desks cluttered with parts and tools, and a few unfinished projects scattered around. The familiar scent of metal and oil was there, but it felt different now, tinged with the anxiety that radiated off him.

“Higari, it’s okay,” you said gently, stepping into the room and closing the door behind you. The click of the latch seemed to snap him out of his thoughts, and he finally looked at you, his brown eyes filled with a mixture of fear and hope.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach. “I’m actually glad she told me,” you continued, your voice steady.

His eyes widened in surprise. “You… you are?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, moving closer to him. “Because now I get to tell you that I like you too.”

The silence that followed was thick with emotion, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped. Higari just stared at you, as if trying to process the words you had just said. You could see the gears turning in his mind, the emotions flickering across his face.

“You do?” His voice was barely above a whisper, almost as if he didn’t dare believe it.

“Of course,” you said, your voice soft but sincere. You reached out, taking his hand in yours, feeling the calloused skin from years of hard work. “You’re kind, smart, and you’ve always been there for me. How could I not?”

His grip on your hand tightened slightly, and you could feel the tension in his body slowly melting away. The warmth of your touch seemed to ground him, pulling him out of his spiral of doubt and fear. A smile began to tug at the corners of his lips, hesitant at first, but growing as the realization of your words sank in.

He chuckled softly, the sound filled with relief and a hint of disbelief. “I… I don’t really know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” you murmured, stepping closer until you were just inches away from him. The familiar scent of oil and metal mixed with something uniquely his filled your senses, comforting and reassuring. “Just know that I’m here for you too, okay?”

His free hand came up to cup the side of your face, his thumb gently brushing over your cheek. His touch was warm, almost reverent, as if he was afraid you might disappear if he wasn’t careful. “Okay,” he whispered, his voice full of emotion.

In that quiet classroom, surrounded by the remnants of his work and the soft glow of the setting sun filtering through the windows, the two of you stood there, wrapped in each other’s warmth. The world outside could wait—this moment was yours, a new beginning forged from hidden sparks and unspoken feelings.

As you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, you knew that this was just the start of something special. And for Higari, who had always found comfort in the predictability of machines, this unpredictable, wonderful thing called love was a challenge he was more than ready to face—as long as you were by his side.

[mintichoco]

BNHA OC idea

me : *shaking my brother awake at three in the morning bcuz* OC idea~

him : *controlling the urge to smother me with a pillow* oh my gawd stfu!

ꕥ sana : 紗 (sa) meaning "gauze, thread" combined with 夏 (na) meaning "summer"

❍ asakura : 朝 (asa) meaning "morning" and 倉 (kura) meaning "warehouse, storehouse"

ꕥ she is born on 19th june and is thus a gemini

❍ her favorite food is any type of noodles (with extra spice)

ꕥ sana dislikes sweets except for dark chocolate

❍ she likes journaling and visiting amusement parks

ꕥ she can play the irish flute and the keyboard

❍ her quirk is called 'jack of all trades'. it is a spatial power and has multiple forms of manifestation

ꕥ one : basically, it allows her to scan through multiple placement variations of any object in the multiverse and choose one that is closest to how she needs it. it appears as telekinesis to the unknowing eye.

❍ for example, if she is standing between two points (say A and B) and wants to move a ball that is in A to B, she can search for an universe where, by some catalyst, the ball reached B and deem it as reality, thus warping the existance of it.

ꕥ two : she is able to accelerate time in and around herself. doing the former grants her the ability to move at inhuman speeds and the latter allows her to remain in one short span of passed or about-to-pass time. time becomes so slow, she is able to freeze everyone in the current reality at once. and sometimes time is so fast, she's able to foresee months at end.

❍ three : create anything out of nothingness. this power is limited as it can only work with sifficient wind supply. otherwise, she can literally grasp at thin air and call it an axe and the world will be forced to believe it is the aforementioned tool. it will only remain solid as long as she has some contact with the object.

ꕥ it also includes heightened senses and amplified strength with the added benefits of severe concussions, nosebleeds, terrible fatigue and overheating to the point of her body stopping to cooperate quite often.

❍ her favorite colors are white and caramel

ꕥ her parentage was never disclosed to her. at one point of time, all that she owned was an old charm bracelet with the words 'asakura' engraved on it. for all she knows it could be someone else's name, the key's manufacturing brand or something of that sort but she chose it as her family name

❍ she is a decent mechanic and has built few small machines from tid-bits and scraps of junk

Notes :

Inspired by the second image. No thoughts, head empty, just broken quirks. I'm thinking of taking up a job of thinking up quirk ideas.

POV when you make a whole ass character based off of a pinterest image.

No srsly, credits to the actual artist.

[kuwkedits]

☁️Comfy Cozy Monday☁️

Why hire movers when all ur friends r big beefy and rich?

Tags: c.c.m☁️

[chososchalupa]

Game Night //

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shigaraki x reader

College AU/No quirks/SMAU with a splash of writing

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ch. 1

ch. 3

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Chapter two : Is that a date?

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[mayunagioia]

Getting him to agree to get treated had been tricky. Burns and staples were his trademark, his mask. Without them, he was less Dabi and more Touya.

When it came to the one who had driven him into a corner and robbed him of his mask, there was no overriding emotion. In Dabi's eyes, you were just a nuisance, a useful tool for quick medical treatment with optimal results; Touya felt understood, but he couldn't trust you. But there was one thought that Dabi and Touya had in common: the feeling of your hands was very pleasant. He would even burn his ass as long as you and you alone kept touching him.

«Tell me you don't have any new marks, please.»

Dabi lifted his shirt and smiled mischievously; the moan he got in response was music.

His favorite.

«Your hands and arms are fine, though. How is that possible?» Another exasperated groan. «If this is your way of making me pay for every time I call you by your real name, then you should know that it's not working.»

The smile stayed where it was. He found the misunderstanding he had created amusing. He would never tell you the real reason, or else you would stop treating him, stop touching him.

He held back a sigh when those soft, little hands rested on his stomach. The tingling sensation that came after the green glow could be felt in other places as well, further down.

A shiver ran down his spine.

He couldn't tell you the truth, no.

You continued your own work, your hands going down past his navel. The more you fixed him, the more he found creative ways to hurt himself. «This is the last time I'm fixing you for free, Touya.»

He lifted your chin with an index finger. «What happened to "I know everything about you"? Do you take back what you said?» He tilted his head slightly to one side.

«It is precisely because I know everything about you that I have made this decision. You won't change my mind.» As you spoke, your hands had dropped lower without you noticing. «Oh» you exclaimed as you realized what you had touched. «I have to admit, I didn't know you were a masochist.»

«That's not true» Dabi retorted, grabbing your wrists and pulling you away from him. The damage had been done, but he wasn't going to allow himself to be humiliated any further.

«Don't worry, your secret is in very good… hands» you replied with a chuckle. «Ah, if only I could get a picture. Some people would pay to see the infamous "Dabi" embarrassed!»

«I'm not embarrassed.»

«Hmm. You're right. The correct word would be "excited". Or at least it applies to a very specific part of your body.»

Huffing, Dabi released you. Then he got up and walked past you. He narrowly avoided melting the door handle when you waved him off: «Don't waste too much water cooling your hot spirit!»

He slammed the door.

Your laughter followed him into the bathroom.

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is there anyone who likes power loader on here? cos i love him and will be screaming into the void about him soon

[kenmaforgirls]

〝 I'm a fish inside a birdcage..〞

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Call of duty

Total drama

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Reaction to making you cum/Fingering for the first time hc’s: My hero academia men.

Mha characters x Fem!reader +18 drabble.

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima

This is just for fun because I can’t stop thinking of a certain character’s reaction and decided to do more!

They are all ages up to +18.

Warnings: Fingering, dom/sub, sub!reader, teasing, slight degradation, male’s characters first time, crying, overstimulation, teaching, males having no clue, no really canon but also a bit, mentation of taking pictures.

Izuku Midoriya/Deku

This boy was always itching to get his hands on you because even if he has a pure heart, he’s still man. I think he’d think about it so much that when it finally happens he realizes he has no clue what to do.

So when you’re kissing and he has you onto of him the only thing he does is grab your waist and get hard underneath you. So when you both decided to go there you guide him and tell him what to do.

But when he gets the hang of it he might get a little cocky at how you gasp when he pushes all the way in. He just really enjoys your moans and the look on your face. He is a slut for giving pleasure.

When you grabbed ahold of the his shirt and rocked your hips to get more, he could feel you gripping onto his fingers and knew you were close. “I’m doing that good? You stop guiding me a while ago, guess I learn quickly.” He’d kiss your shoulders and work his way up to your neck.

When you finally do come it’s all over for him. He stares at you with awe in his eyes from knowing he did that to you, he made you cum. He’s so proud of himself but he can’t keep his eyes away from you.

“You looked so pretty when you cum.” He’d nudged his face into your neck and pull his fingers out getting a whine from you. “You think you can give me another?”

Yes, he wants to do it again. Deku really enjoys fingering you and watching you moan just for him. Think about it, his thick fingers that hold such power- Who wouldn’t cum?

He would moan with you because it makes me feel just as high, might even cum in his underwear or get close.

He also licks his fingers clean each time and always make you cum twice, I don’t make the rules. I think he’s the king of fingering.

Katsuki Bakugo

Man thinks he knows how to do it but he really doesn’t, but bare with me. He would always want to make you bend at his will and make you his. So when the opportunity comes he jumps into it.

Here’s why I say he doesn’t know how to: He’s to rough and tho that’s good for some people, he has no skill and it actually really hurts. Boys like “I’m doing so good.” Until you pull away from him and ask him to stop.

He gets defensives, “What do you mean I’m doing it wrong.” You explain to him that he isn’t doing it right, so you take his hand and guide him through it. How exactly you like and if you like it rough you teach him how to do it right.

Does get good because he takes notice of everything about how it makes you feel. So it doesn’t take him long to have you actually a moaning mess underneath him, because he’s also a quick learner.

“Look at this pretty little hole, so wet for me. Am I doing it right now?” His smirk was as wide and cocky just like he was at the beginning. You didn’t answer him so he grabbed your cheeks and pulled you up and close to his face. “You guided me on how to finger you but you’re embarrassed now?”

He’d laugh as he felt you clinch and added a finger inside to make you more full. Soon he watched your eyes roll back and your stomach shake with your pussy clamping around him. He could feel the cum leak onto his fingers but he couldn’t stop looking at you.

Bakugo couldn’t be more smug then this moment because he made you cum for the first time. You moaned for him, you did everything because of him. “That was so fucking hot.” Licking his lips he pulled out his fingers and licked one of them clean, claiming you tasted delicious.

“Open wide and taste yourself.”

Eijiro Kirishima

Let me tell you something, he has googled it to prepare for you. He has been waiting to pleasure you for a long time and he knows that it’s different then porn so he wants to know. Deku was to embarrassed, and bakugou didn’t think he needed it. But this man? He of course wants to please you so much.

So when things get more heated for the first time he wants to keep it simple. His cock was so hard just by feeling and kissing you but he couldn’t get the thought of actually getting to feel that pussy. So he asks if he can try it and you say yes obv.

So, he knows at little more then the others but still wants your guide since he read that each girl is different. But he will finger you softly until you tell him to go faster. He curls his fingers the way you want, and listens to your words.

He couldn’t believe how warm and amazing you felt that he got more feisty with it the more he sees you moaning. He would kiss all over your neck and work his hands while he listens to your body. Each breath and moan, each twitch or squeeze you give him.

“You like that baby?” He voice sweet but teasing. Kiri was watching you bounce against him with closed eyes and mouth open. “How could you get more beautiful? Fuck- You look so hot.” He couldn’t get enough of how you looked.

When he noticed you were close it was bliss and he egged you on, even pumping his fingers in faster to make you cum harder. He was moaning and breathless just watching you. “Cum. Cum for me pretty girl.” He was demanding you cum for him.

Kiri stared wide eyes when you finally cummed and almost didn’t stop because he was loving the feeling of your pussy. You had to cry for him to stop sinces it felt so good but it was to much. So when he stopped he kissed you and told you how well you did.

“You’re just perfect.” You blushed at his sweetness. “But, I think I want to make you cry more.”

Shoto Todoroki

The least knowing for sure, idk what you say. He’s never really watched porn, or had a high sex drive until he grew older and met you. Having someone so close to him and beautiful made his horny side come out, so he didn’t have a clue of what to do.

But he was a good kisser and he knew basic things and let his heart tell him what to do. So when it came to more sexual things he asked you. “Can you teach me how to please you?” Just straight up asked you. He had no shame because he wanted to touch you so bad.

He was so slow and careful at first because he didn’t want to do anything wrong. He asked so many times if it was okay, please appreciate him. When he slipped his first finger in he was gone. His head went fuzzy at the moan you let out and how your pussy felt.

You guide him through everything from how he rubbed your clit and how to move his fingers, what felt good and didn’t. He took it slow because he wanted to savor the sweet noises you let out. I imagine him just watching you with lusty eyes at everything you did.

It wasn’t until you told him to pick up the pass and pushed down on his fingers that he lost his composure. Shoto loves the juices flowing down your pussy and onto his fingers and your thighs. His pace would pick up quickly and more then you could handle.

“I have never felt anything like this, my love. Have you ever seen yourself like this? It’s truly a work of art.” He couldn’t help but smirk softly at your face. “You’re taking my finger so well, practically sucking me in.” He’d chuckle.

When he noticed you were close he would focus on your face and how it scrunched up in pleasure. “Please cum for me.” His fingers curled like you had taught him and pushed them in farther and deeper. When you came it leaked down because he didn’t stop until it was overflowing.

He’s one to be memorized by how you cum. To your face and then to your cum itself. “Such a pretty face when you cum, almost makes me want to take a picture.” He’d smirk and lick his fingers clean and made sure you watched.

I think he can’t stop thinking of making you cum after that- Man is a slut for your cumming face. (He definitely has pics)

[felinecyan]

Trust Issues

[Katsuki Bakugo x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Some friendly advice: don’t ever go to the rival of your spar partner for help.

WC: 4893

Category: Fluff, Slight Angst,

This blog is a MHA fan page at this point HAHAHA

But since you guys REALLY liked the first oneshot of him, I felt inclined to write another one. So, here you go! 💞

『••✎••』

You didn’t think it would come to this.

In all honesty, you had never intended to hurt your friend.

All you had wanted was a fair fight. After all, that was why you were training, wasn't it?

So you could become a hero?

Now, granted, it was not a secret that Izuku Midoriya had always been on the… opposing end of Katsuki Bakugo's wrath ever since childhood. The boy was a spitfire; you had known that from the moment he had first stepped into class.

The Sports Festival only proved it. He was strong, powerful, and unafraid to let anyone who stood in his way know. It was that sort of determination that you had hoped to one day achieve, the will to succeed and not allow anything to hold you back.

It wasn't that you were star-struck or even jealous when he had been crowned first place at the festival. It was just inspiring, in a sense. He had fought tooth and nail to win, and in the end, he had come out on top.

However, his victory did not mean he could rest easy.

After the Sports Festival, Bakugo had taken a sort of… interest in you. You supposed he liked the way he fought against you, or maybe it was because he saw potential in you as a rival, but when class was over the next day, and the blonde had approached you, telling you to meet him out back, you were overjoyed.

Until he started to beat the ever-living crap out of you, that is.

And he still was, even now.

Every time you believe to be gaining more and more strength, he only proves to have become stronger. It was quite disheartening, actually.

Still, you did your best to keep up with him. It was no surprise to you, though, that he was better at you in almost everything.

That's why it seemed like a great idea for you to start sparring with Deku, right? Maybe the green-haired could teach you a few things and help you gain a bit of an advantage over the hothead.

But, as pure intentions would have it, the choice you made that day had landed you here.

You were at your locker, picking up books for Aizawa’s lesson when a hand rested atop the door of your locker. He didn’t close it, only using it as a resting place for his arm, so you didn't immediately look up to see him, instead pretending that you hadn't noticed him.

"Hey,"

Not a voice you were familiar with. You glanced around the area before looking over at the source—a tall boy with short black hair and dark brown eyes.

You blinked a couple of times. "Hi…?"

He flashed a grin and leaned a bit closer to you, his voice dropping low. "Nice weather we're having, don't you think?"

"Uhm… sure, I guess." The confusion was obvious on your face, and he laughed at your expression. "It's nice, yeah."

"Well, the weather seems a lot nicer on the roof, I think." His words were slow, and his smile was growing a bit too much for you to be comfortable with. "I could take you there, show you the view. What do you—"

He was caught off by the large hand that suddenly slammed down on the top of your locker, shutting it. You were about to tell the person that the door had hit your head when you looked up at those glaring crimson eyes and felt your stomach drop.

Katsuki Bakugo.

"Hey, what the hell?!" The boy exclaimed. "What's the big deal?!"

Bakugo didn't seem to acknowledge the other, simply glaring down at you only. You were frozen in place. You had never seen the boy this angry, not even at the USJ attack.

"You." His voice was quiet, unnervingly calm, but the undertone was filled with enough venom to make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. "You lied."

"Uh—" You began but were cut off.

"You told me you had to bail yesterday. That you had homework to do." He was staring right through you, and you felt a cold shiver run down your spine.

You swallowed, and his eyes flickered to your throat for a split second. "I did, though."

"You didn't," He hissed, teeth gritting together. "You were with him."

"With who—"

You had no chance to react before he slammed his fist against the lockers again, right beside your face, and the boy who had been trying to talk to you only watched as you were cornered.

"Don't lie to me, damnit!" He was snarling, eyes alight with fury. His hand moved from the lockers and back to his side. "You were with that shitty nerd. Don't you fucking deny it."

"I—" You tried, but your voice was shaking, and he interrupted you before you could say anything.

"Do you think I'm a fucking idiot?" He leaned down to your level, his red eyes burning into yours. "Do you really think I wouldn't find out about your little play date with Deku?"

"Play date?" Your eyebrows furrowed. "I was just training, Bakugo. It's not that big a deal."

He scoffed, pulling his hands into his pockets. The rage was still in his eyes, but he didn't appear to want to act on it, instead turning his head to the side.

And despite it not being a good time, the dude beside you was still here, and he had a comment.

"Hey, I was here first, dude." He said, stepping forward. "It’s clear you two have a problem, but this chick isn’t yours. Beat it."

You were honestly expecting Bakugo to explode on him, maybe even punch the guy. He was always so aggressive.

Instead, he simply stared at him for a long moment, blinking at his audacity, only to roll his eyes and turn back to you.

"If you think Deku can help you, then go ahead." He shrugged, taking a step back. "We’ll see how good his teaching is if it can get you to stand a chance against me."

"You think—"

He interrupted you, not even giving you the chance to finish.

"Five o’clock, gymnasium." He smirked, but his eyes were hard. "Don't make me wait."

"But, you said—"

He had already turned his back and began to walk away, the other boy watching him with a dumbfounded expression.

Bakugo only nudged him aside with his shoulder, not giving him a glance as he left the hallway. He might’ve called over his shoulder, calling the kid an extra.

You weren't sure, and frankly, you didn't care. The only thing you cared about at that moment was what just happened, what was going to happen, and kicking the ever-loving shit out of the tattletale who just ruined everything.

The guy was still staring at the hallway Bakugo had disappeared in, his eyebrows scrunched together.

"Did he just—"

"Don’t." You held up a hand, and his mouth shut immediately. "Just don't."

The boy didn't say anything after that. You left him as he was, not caring if he was confused or not. He shouldn't have interrupted in the first place.

You walked to the classroom, immediately hunting down the other blonde, who happened to be your betrayer. He was sitting down, talking to Sero and Kirishima, but you didn't hesitate to grab him by the ear and drag him away.

"Hey!" He cried out, struggling to escape. "What the hell?! Lemme go!"

"Why'd you do that?!" You demanded, turning to him and letting him go. "You ratted me out!"

He blinked, not understanding. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb, Denks!" You pointed at him accusingly, glaring at him. "You told Bakugo that I was training with Midoriya."

"I… was under a lot of pressure, okay?" He raised his hands defensively, leaning back. "Bakugo came to me after school and demanded where you were. He threatened to blow my face off!"

"Oh, yeah, real mature." You rolled your eyes. "Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me?! He’s going to actually blow my face off."

"He didn't seem that mad," He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Maybe it'll be okay."

"He talked like a regular person," You crossed your arms. "He was terrifyingly calm, Kaminari! And now he wants to meet me in the gym at five o'clock."

"Dude,” Sero extended the vowel, sitting forward in his seat as he had heard the conversation. "You’re so screwed."

You couldn’t help the glare you threw at him.

"You're not helping."

Kirishima also turned, frowning. "No, dude, he's right. You are screwed. I mean, you were sparring with Midobro behind his back." He shook his head. "He probably wouldn’t have cared much if it was me or anyone else, but—"

"You picked his mortal enemy." Sero finished, raising an eyebrow. "Like, seriously, dude. What did you expect?"

"Kaminari not to snitch on me?" You threw a look at the yellow-haired boy. "So much for being friends, huh?"

"Hey, I warned you," Kaminari huffed, crossing his arms. "But no, you wanted to hang out with his rival. If I didn’t tell him, I'm pretty sure he would've killed me. Like, literally, he would've killed me. No doubt."

"But you're fine with me dying?" You asked, a teasing smile pulling at your lips. "I see how it is."

"I thought I would have until after lunch to warn you," He defended himself, shrugging. "Guess he warned you instead, huh?"

You sighed, shaking your head.

"You guys aren't helping," You turned, running a hand through your hair. "I'm dead. So dead. Oh my god."

"Alright, who pissed off the chihuahua?"

You spun around at the sound of Mina's voice, seeing her, Jiro, and Hagakure all standing together.

How wonderful. The gang's all here.

"What are you talking about, Ashido?" Kirishima questioned, tilting his head.

"Bakugo's pissed," Jiro explained, pointing a thumb in his direction. "He’s storming through the hallways like someone just took a dump in his cereal."

"And it's not like he was in a good mood this morning, either," Hagakure added, bouncing on her toes. "Did something happen?"

You groaned and flopped down into a chair, hiding your face in your hands.

"Idiocy happened," Sero answered, shrugging. "That's what happened."

"Shut it, Tape Boy."

"You should probably tell us," Mina advised, sitting down next to you. She pulled you into a side hug, patting your shoulder. "What's up? Talk to me."

"Bakugo found out that I've been training with Midoriya," You mumbled, and the three girls nodded. "I’m dead. Aizawa can’t even save me."

"Aw, c'mon, it's not that bad." Jiro rolled her eyes, walking over to join the group. "Bakugo's all bark and no bite."

"He's not… all bark." You muttered, not meeting her eyes.

"I can vouch for that." Kaminari grinned, but the glare you shot him made him falter. "But uh, no, yeah, he's definitely more bite than bark."

"Oh, you poor baby." Hagakure cooed, leaning forward to ruffle your hair. You couldn't see her face, obviously, but you had a feeling she was smiling. "You can do it, though. It can't be that bad."

"You know what you should do?" Kirishima suggested a bright smile on his face. "Talk to him."

"I think that would make things worse, dude." You rubbed your eyes, sighing.

"I mean, tell him why you were doing it." He shrugged. "He’s feeling all types of betrayed right now, I bet. If you just explain your reasoning, he might let it slide."

"Doubtful."

"But it's worth a shot, isn't it?" He raised an eyebrow, his smile still intact. "Plus, you’d be showing him that you aren't afraid to take the initiative. Maybe he'll be a bit nicer."

"Do it at lunch so that if he tries to kill you, there'll be teachers nearby." Sero grinned.

"You're really not helping." You glared at him, but the group just laughed, leaving you to your sulking.

Mina was about to say something when the door to the classroom opened, and the very loved and grumpy Aizawa walked in. He didn't say a word; instead, he just shot a look at the group before sitting down to wait for the last few minutes before class started.

As much as you wanted to believe it, the only thing the group's conversation managed to do was make you more worried. You spent the entire class staring off into space, staring at the blonde boy who sat two seats in front of you.

His shoulders were tense, and his pencil was practically snapping in half as he scribbled notes on the paper. Every once in a while, his eyes would flicker back and forth, his teeth gritted, and his pencil would move a bit faster.

You couldn’t focus on what Aizawa was saying, too distracted by the blonde's behavior.

The class seemed to go on forever, but eventually, the bell rang, and the class began to shuffle out, chatting and laughing with their friends.

"Hey, Bakubro!" Kirishima walked over to the hothead, who had stayed behind to pack up his things. "You okay, man?"

He was a real one, that Kirishima.

"Peachy." He replied, throwing his bag over his shoulder. His tone was dry, and his eyes were tired, but there was a hint of anger in them.

"You sure? You seem a bit—"

"I'm fine, Shitty Hair." He hissed, his patience wearing thin. "Back off."

The redhead only nodded and backed away, holding his hands up. "Alright, man. Whatever you say."

He looked over at you, his eyes flickering between you and Bakugo.

He didn't need to say a word. You understood. You slowly approached the blonde, your heart in your throat.

"Uhm," You started, your voice cracking. You cleared your throat, trying to seem as unthreatening as possible. "Can we talk? I'll buy lunch."

He glanced at you, his jaw clenching. His eyes flickered down to the floor before meeting yours again.

"What makes you think I need you to buy me lunch?" He huffed, his grip on his bag tightening.

"It's an offer, dude," You shrugged, trying to sound more casual than you felt. It didn’t work. "I just want to talk, okay?"

He stared at you for a long moment, the gears in his head working. He looked over at Kirishima and Kaminari, who had been watching, before rolling his eyes and huffing.

"Fine. Whatever."

He pushed past you and made his way to the door, not bothering to check if you were following. You gave the other two a small, awkward smile and hurried after him, following close behind as he stomped his way through the hall.

You kept a bit of distance but stayed close enough so that he knew you were still there. He didn't speak, didn't even look at you, and his shoulders were still tense.

This was not going to end well.

But he hadn’t said no, so maybe there was a chance.

"So," You began, breaking the silence. "I—"

"Why?" He cut you off, not slowing his pace. His eyes were forward. "I already know your damn reasoning, so don't give me some bullshit excuse. Just tell me the truth."

He had stopped walking, now turning to face you. There were students milling about the hallway, and a couple were giving the two of you strange looks. You tried to ignore them.

You focused on the blonde's gaze.

"You're strong," You confessed, your voice wavering. "I want to be stronger."

His eyes narrowed at that.

"You could've asked," He growled. "You didn't have to sneak around and hide shit."

"Asked to… what? To kick my ass harder during our spars?" You huffed. "Because, as much as I hate to say it, I'm not winning in those."

He paused, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Is that what this is about?" He asked. "You wanted me to go easier on you? Are you kidding me?"

"No, that's not—"

"If you think villains are gonna hold back," He cut you off again, and the volume of his voice was getting higher. "You're out of your damn mind. You can't always depend on some shitty extra to bail your ass out."

"That's not—"

"Then what the fuck do you want from me, huh?!" He demanded, throwing his hands up. "You want me to hold your hand through heroics?! Is that what it is?!"

"I'm not asking you to do anything," You defended yourself, glaring. "All I wanted was a different perspective, damn."

"Yeah, what a nice perspective you got." He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Get perspective off the kid who can’t even use his quirk without breaking his fucking body. What a brilliant idea."

"Oh, come on!" You crossed your arms. "There is no reason for you to be so petty. I did this for you, and for me. What's the problem?"

"For me? " He echoed, his eyes widening. "The hell do you mean, 'for me'? Going behind my back and training with the nerd is not doing something for me."

"I did it to be a better opponent to you!" You raised your voice, ignoring the stares of your classmates. "I'm tired of losing all the time! You're my friend, and I don't want to constantly have my ass handed to me!"

"We're not friends," He hissed. "Friends don't do this kind of shit."

You faltered, taken aback.

"I'm— You're—"

"Save it," He snapped, not meeting your gaze. "I'm done. Fuck this. Fuck you. Go find someone else to train with."

He pushed past you, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stomped away. You stood there, gaping, unable to understand what just happened.

"Bakugo," You tried, your voice cracking. You didn't turn, too busy staring at the tile floor.

"Fuck off, idiot." He spat, not bothering to look back. "You can forget about the sparring later."

He didn't wait for you to respond. Instead, he shoved his way past the crowd, disappearing from sight.

You were still frozen, and you couldn't tell if the tears welling up in your eyes were from frustration or sadness.

The students rushing around you began to slow, staring at you with pity, confusion, or both.

But you didn’t have time to care because, at that moment, you couldn’t think of anything else.

Your stomach twisted. Your head throbbed. Your heart broke.

And you felt like you were going to throw up.

"Dude," Kaminari said, appearing next to you. "That was rough."

You didn't reply. You couldn't.

"Shut up, man," Kirishima said, placing a hand on your shoulder. He was frowning, his eyes full of worry. "She doesn't need that right now."

"This is some B-lister movie shit right here," Sero commented, shaking his head. "Seriously, what a drama queen."

Bakugo… he was… hurt. You could see it in his eyes. He was angry, obviously, but there was something else. Something that you had never seen before.

"He’s…"

"An idiot?" Sero guessed.

"A jerk?" Kaminari added.

"Emotionally constipated?"

At that, Kirishima punched Sero in the shoulder, causing him to groan and rub the spot.

"Ow, what was that for?!"

"He's just mad," Kirishima ignored the question, turning to face you. "Just give him some space. He'll come around."

"This is different," You argued, your throat burning. "I've never seen him like that. Never. It’s like he’s— I don't know."

"He's an asshole," Kaminari muttered, glaring down the hallway. "Don't waste your time on him."

"You didn't see the look in his eyes," You shook your head. "It was so different. He was almost… dejected."

"Hurt?" Sero repeated, raising an eyebrow. "The guy didn't look like he was in pain. He looked pissed."

"I… did this," You said, and the three boys frowned. "He said we weren't friends because I went behind his back. I didn’t realize he saw us as friends, and I— I ruined it."

"Hey, man, you didn't ruin anything." Kirishima shook his head, his voice firm. "He’ll realize the things he said and—"

You needed to apologize. You needed to go to him, and apologize, and explain in a way that doesn’t leave room for questions.

"I'm sorry," You spoke, interrupting the redhead. "I just— I gotta— I'm gonna go."

"Wait, I wouldn’t—"

But it was too late. You were already pushing your way through the crowd, not caring about the future consequences.

You were on a mission, and you were going to get shit done.

It was easy enough to find him. The Pomeranian hair was a dead giveaway. He never made it to the cafeteria and was instead standing off to the side, staring out the window.

He didn’t look up when you approached him, but you could see the tension in his shoulders.

"I'm sorry."

You didn’t beat around the bush or try to ease him into the conversation. You just came out and said it because there was no point in hiding it.

"Just…" He sighed, not bothering to look at you. "Just leave me alone, alright? We're done."

"Look, I didn’t—"

"Why can't you just listen?!" He yelled, whipping around to glare at you. Despite his angry expression, though, you could see the hesitation.

He wasn't as confident as usual.

"You're not listening to me," You argued. "I'm apologizing. Why can't you—"

"Because I don't need you to apologize," He snarled, his eyes narrowing. "I don't want your fucking apologies. You did what you did, and I'm over it."

"It's obvious that you aren't over it."

"What, and you are?"

"No, not at all," You shrugged, trying not to flinch. "I’m trying to fix the problem."

"Well, don't." He huffed, turning back towards the window. "There is no problem."

"You were going to take your anger out on me," You said, not daring to step any closer. "How the hell is there no problem?"

"I told you," He turned to face you. "I don't care. I don't give a shit anymore. I'm not going to spar with you. Not anymore."

"You can't—"

"I can't, or I won't?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Neither," You said. "I didn't— I didn't train with Midoriya because I didn't trust you."

He laughed. Actually, genuinely laughed, his eyes crinkling in amusement. You thought the most terrifying moment of his was when he spoke calmly, but that?

That, right there?

That was the scariest moment of your life.

"Are you joking?" He snorted, the smile disappearing just as fast as it had come. "You think that’s why I'm pissed?"

"It's— it's part of it, right?"

"Oh, no," He shook his head. "No, you don't get it, do you? Do I have to spell it out for you, dumbass? Do you want me to fucking say it?"

You hesitated, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up.

"Say what?"

He sighed, rubbing his face with his hands.

"I was fine with the spars," He explained, his voice quiet. "I was fine with the competition. It was fun. You were a good match, and it made me a better fighter. I liked it."

He stopped, taking a deep breath.

"But when you went behind my back," He continued, his voice tight. "And when you didn't bother to tell me and instead told Dunce Face? Of all people?! That's where I had a problem."

"What does—"

"It means you're a coward."

You felt as if you'd been punched in the stomach, the air being knocked out of your lungs.

"You couldn't even look me in the eye and tell me, so instead, you went behind my back." He continued, and the volume of his voice was increasing. "You were too scared to face me, and you ran off and hid like a child."

"That's not true—"

"It is," He growled. "You know it, I know it, and the rest of the class knows it."

"So, you're telling me you're pissed because I'm a coward?" You asked, trying to keep the quiver from your voice.

"Partly," He replied, and the look in his eyes made you flinch.

"Partly," You repeated, your eyebrows furrowing. "So, what's the other part?"

"That I trusted you."

The words stung. They burned through your skin and pierced through your heart, making you feel as if you were the one with the explosion quirk.

He didn’t let you respond and instead walked up to you, his eyes dark.

"I trusted you," He repeated, his voice low. "I trusted you to come to me if you needed something, and I trusted that you would be honest with me. I thought we were at least close enough for that, but it turns out I was wrong."

"You— you weren't wrong—"

"If I was wrong, then why the hell did I go to Deku?! Why not me?! Why did you not trust me?!"

"I did trust you!" You cried, your eyes stinging.

"You went to the one person who could break his body with every punch," He snapped, his hands curling into fists. "You went to the kid who can’t control his damn quirk, and you went to the one person that I—"

He stopped himself, his face twisting in anger.

"What?" You pressed, taking a small step forward. "What were you going to say?"

"Nothing." He spat, turning his head. "Forget it. It's none of your damn business."

"Tell me."

"No."

"Bakugo," You pressed, trying to sound more demanding.

"Fuck off."

"Bakugo!"

He didn't answer and, instead, began to walk away.

"Damn it," You hissed, running up and grabbing his arm.

"Let go." He warned, not meeting your gaze.

"I'm sorry." You pleaded. "Okay? I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you already said that."

"I do trust you," You said. "You're an ass, and you're annoying, and you can be a bit too hardheaded, but I still trust you."

He paused, not looking at you.

"Then why didn't you go to me first?" He asked, his voice wavering. "You were my damn partner, and yet you—"

"I didn’t want you to make me feel bad," You answered. "I wanted to surprise you and prove myself. I know I can do it. I'm strong, and I'm fast, and I can be better than what I am now, and I wanted to show you that."

He was silent, but he still didn’t pull his arm from your grasp.

"I couldn’t ask for your help," You continued. "Because I didn’t want you to treat me any differently. I wanted you to see what I could do without any outside influence."

"What a stupid reason."

"You don't have to agree," You muttered. "But it was my reasoning, nonetheless."

He didn't say anything, and you sighed, letting go of his arm.

"I'm sorry," You apologized again, trying not to cringe. "I should have told you sooner, and I should have come to you. I should have trusted the way you'd react and not predicted how you would act. I was being selfish, and I should have considered you."

He turned his head, his eyes still narrowed. But it wasn't angry. No, it wasn't anger at all anymore. It was pure curiosity.

"What were you trying to prove?"

"Huh?"

"To me," He said, his eyebrows furrowing. "If you were training with me, then what were you trying to prove?"

You bit the inside of your cheek.

"I'm not sure." You answered, not daring to meet his gaze. "I guess I just wanted to impress you."

"Impress me?" He scoffed again, rolling his eyes. "You really are an idiot."

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"It means I don't need to be impressed," He explained, his voice softer than before. "I don't give a shit about being impressed. I just want you to be stronger."

"So you can still kick my ass? But be more proud of it?" You guessed, smiling.

"Something like that," He shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I want to be able to fight you without holding back."

"Oh, come on," You complained, rolling your eyes. "That's a load of crap, and you know it. You wouldn't have to hold back against me."

"Oh, yeah?" He asked, his voice lowering. "An hour with the nerd, and you think you're on my level now? You're delusional."

"You underestimate me."

"I'm not underestimating shit." He scoffed, leaning down slightly. "I can tell you, right here, right now, two minutes. I'd give it two minutes, tops, and then your ass would be on the floor."

"Really?"

"Really," He nodded, smirking. "Two minutes. That's it."

"Five o'clock?"

"Tch, fine," He agreed, taking a step back. "Don't be late, idiot."

"I won't." You assured, turning to leave. "I'll see you then, Bakugo."

"You'll see my foot up your ass."

And, just like that, the two of you were back to normal.

Did you win? Hell no. But your plan with Deku did come in handy, and you were able to put up a pretty good fight.

He did still beat you, of course, and the time was 4:57 when he finally got you on the floor.

But, it wasn't as humiliating as the previous spars, and you weren't nearly as embarrassed.

Instead, he just grinned, pulling you up by your hand and offering some tips.

And, honestly, they were better than the ones Midoriya had given you.

So, maybe going to the firecracker wasn't a terrible idea after all.