#miruko outfit

[tokusashi]

Heibekbekehwhekwhwkwjxhywkq.

Also yes. I love his confidence here.

THANK YOU HORI-SENSEI

[procrastination-artist]

Happy new year guys! 😌💖✨对会说中文的朋友们，祝你们新年快乐！Here’s the trend I’ve been seeing going around with Hawks ✌️✨

[epickiya722]

I just adore her so much!! 💜🐇🌙

Glad they brought back her roots! TIGER BUNNY RUMI WILL ALWAYS BE ICONIC!!

[draphene-sprok]

Mirko Joins in the outfit trend by @/paggiart on Twt!

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• All art, except the character below, is mine. You shall not repost, trace, steal, nor heavily reference my art unless owner of character.

[shelbieyeehaw]

Hope I’m not too late to the party! 🐰🥦

[redxriiot]

          “Not gonna lie, I really vibed with that Miruko outfit. I bet she has the coolest looks off-duty too...”

[quirkwizard]

Pro Heroes at the Olympic Games

Well, it's been another three years and another Summer Games has rolled around. Only seems fair I'd try again with a post about what heroes would belong in what games. This can be based on anything from powers to skills to whatever I think would be the funniest to see.

Kamui Woods-Archery: I just think it'd be really cool for Kamui Woods to make a bow and arrow from his wooden body. I don't need any more reason than that.

Midnight-Rhythmic Gymnastics: I mean, a whip is pretty close to a ribbon. And it's not like the outfit she has to wear is that much different from her hero costume.

Sir Nighteye-Golf: Sir Nighteye seems like the kind of guy that would be into golfing. That's it. I just thought it'd be fitting for the guy that looks and dresses like a stoic businessman.

Hound Dog-Handball: This is a sport all about catching and throwing a ball around and keeping it away from another team. Naturally, this should be no problem for the man who is part dog.

Beast Jeanist-Diving: The need for precision and elegance would, in this event, fit great with someone like Best Jeanist. That and it's the sport with the least amount of clothing for him to cheat with.

Mount Lady-Sports Climbing: She's got mountain in her name. Of course that means she's good at climbing. Oh, who am I kidding? She'll just turn giant-sized and reach the top instantly.

Snipe-Shooting: Considering all of his shots are guaranteed hits, I would want to see how disrespectful Sniper would get with this. Like doing it with his eyes closed or even shooting other people's targets.

Miruko-Basketball: I could have chosen any leg-based sport for her, but I wanted to pick the one with some more direct competition. Plus, there is the easy reference in putting her in a Toon Squad jersey.

Present Mic-Breaking: Yeah, apparently breaking dancing is considered an Olympic sport. And look me in the eye and tell me Present Mic of all people doesn't know how to break dance.

Nezu-Table Tennis: This is just the only sport that I think could fit him. Literally. He might be too small to use or do any of the sports on the roster. Even then, he's going to have to wield the paddle like a claymore.

Wild Wild Pussycats-3x3 Basketball: Considering this is one of the few team events that requires such a small number, it only feels fitting to place Ragdoll, Mandalay, and Pixie Bob here. And what about Tora? He can be a cheerleader.

Fat Gum-Wrestling: Could you imagine someone trying to wrestle as big and plushy as Fat Gum? They're going to go in for the grapple and immediately sink right inside of him. Now the real question is whether or not it counts as a clinch or a pin.

Eraserhead-Artistic Gymnastics: I wanted to give him Rhythmic Gymnastics so badly with how well it fits him, he even has the ribbon for it, but it's a women's only sport in the games. Still, this fits well enough with his impressive acrobatic skills.

Edgeshot-Fencing: Perfect set up for a fencer. He can make himself as thin as an epee and extend himself out as his pleases. Plus, it's the only official sport that lets you wear a mask in game, which should be no issue for Edgeshot.

Endeavor-Boxing: While I could say that I think that Endeavor is smart enough to handle the sweet science of boxing, the real reason is that he is that huge. I don't even think he'd need his powers to demolish someone in the ring.

Gang Orca-Water Polo: While Gang Orca would kill in any of the water-based events, he would definitely kill it in an event where hitting something really hard is part of the goal with his strength boost. Seriously, his spike might actually kill someone.

Ectoplasm-Rowing: This sport is all about being as in sync as possible with the rest of the rowers. Why bother when you can have your hivemind of clones work perfectly together? And if any of them run out of juice, just switch out one of your clones with a fresh one, no one will notice.

Hawks-Skating: Like Sir Nighteye, Hawks just looks and acts like he would be a skater. It wouldn't surprise me if it was part of his training at the Hero Commission to appeal to a younger demographic. Now he can truly become like his heroic namesake, Tony Hawk.

[plan3tstarr]

5 Months In

A/N: hiii so like, its pride month and i decided to make myself write this smut bc yk happy pride. so since im a coin slot holder, i had to write w/another holder and so basically my mha phase is slowly reawakening since of all the recent stuff(yes ik abt fast food work deck its a tragedy) and what other then do the finest pro hero miruko!! so enjoy this smut!!(sorry for the lack of posting and spelling mistakes) im also trying a new style bc idk i js wanna

Summary: It was your 5 month anniversary with you girlfriend Miruko and you wanted the night to be special. So you made it special

Warnings: girl on girl, pussy eating, sex toys, scissoring, tribbing, vibrators

WC: 1,361

AO3 Link

It was your 5 month anniversary with Miruko and you wanted it to be special. You lit your guys bedroom with romantic scented candles, placed rose petals on the bed, and put on your best outfit just for your girlfriend, Miruko. She had to work on your guys special day. You played some romantic music in the background. You waited patiently until you heard that door unlock. You heard footsteps come closer to the room. Jumping up from on the bed, you stood in front of the door waiting for her to make her way.

"I'm home!" She said opening the bedroom door. "Oh? What's this?" She looked at you up and down with a sly smile on her face.

"I just wanted to look special for our special day." You said with a smile. 

She walked over to you. She pull your hair behind your ear and pulled you for a kiss. Which turned into french kissing real quick. 

"You look." She said. 

"Thank you." 

You slowly made your guys way to the bed. Breaking contact with your lips. She gently pushed you on the bed.

"I hate that I had to work today, I would've loved a nice day with you. Especially for our anniversary."

She went down to your legs where you were wearing a nice dress. Her warm hands were place on your knees where she spread your legs lightly.

"I'm really hungry too, love." She said before going down on you. She removed your underwear quickly and her wet tongue was place on your clit. She started sucking on it gently like a baby which caused you to let out a whimper. You could feel her tongue starting to move on you sensitive clit. Moving up and down, side to side, in circles and other different shapes. You lowered your arch as one of your hands grab onto the blanket while the other grabbed her hair. She spread your legs wider with her hands, exposing your wet pussy to the cool air. She went lower to your throbbing pussy waiting for her. Her tongue went deep inside of your pussy with the help of you pushing her closer. Her face was full of pussy. It seem like she could breathe but you didn't care. You wanted to cum. Her tongue swirled in of you like an ice cream machine. Her tongue deep inside your wet hole caused you to squeeze your thighs on her head.

"Mhmm~ Fuucckk." You moaned.

Her hands grabbed her onto your thighs as she went crazy. You felt like you were on cloud 9. It was heaven for you. You moaned loudly as you gripped tight onto her hair. You didn't know how to react. Your head leaned back with your back arched, gripping onto the sheets tighter while your body tingling all over. Her breathe heavy as you felt yourself close to coming. You squeezed your thighs tighter as you felt an orgasm starting to come over. You came hard on her mouth, moaning loudly not caring who can hear you. You felt Miruko's tongue coming out of you and her head raising for air.

"Damn baby, you came hard uh? Was waiting for it? Mhm? Barely gave me a chance to breathe for air." She said before coming in close for a kiss. She kissed you deeply, allowing you to taste every lick of yourself. You grip let go of the sheets as she laid you down on the bed.

"This would've been easier if you just stayed naked. No need to dress up if we were gonna do this." She said with a smile on her face.

She started to remove her hero outfit while you took your dress off. Now that we free of your guys clothes, you finally admire her pretty birthday suit. Truly one of a kind you would say. The way her body is shaped and her body ratio is crazy. Off the charts. Her ass and tiddies sit beautifully. With her muscles and abs, she was truly a woman's dream and you did like them strong. Just looking at her make you wet again.

She grabbed your left leg and put it behind her as she got on top of you. Her vagina made contact with yours ad she slowly glided on you. You looked deeply in her eyes as her pace started to incase. She looked like a goddess in your eyes. She grabbed onto your right leg and started grinding her wet pussy against yours. It felt great. The wetness combined with one another creating a wet sensation on both of your guy's clits as the rub against one another. You let out a soft moan. You crawled your hand up to one of her boobs and squeeze gently.

"So touchy love." She said tighten her grip on your knee. "I wanna grab a boob too, love"

Her hand went straight for your breast as she squeeze hard. Her fingers pinching at nipple as you squeal in pleasure. You made deep eye contact with her as you felt your body warming up with pleasure. You tilt your head breaking the contact, as you let out another moan. Her pace increased causing a nice friction between both clits as they rub against one another.

"You feel really good baby y'know that?" She moaned.

You loved seeing your girlfriend in action. She looked too good on top. You just want to explode with happiness each time you looked at her. You felt another orgasm coming as she pinched on your nipple harder. You let out a loud moan as you felt another orgasm coming. You squeezed harder on her breast as you felt that orgasm coming faster.

"I-I'm gonna cum~" You moaned loudly as you came hard following with Miruko's moans as well.

"Fuck love, it's something about anniversary sex that's so great."

She leaned in for a kiss as her swirled her tongue deep in your throat.

"I brought a toy and I wanna try it out on you." She said with saliva leaving her lips.

She got up and left a quick second with a box in her hand. You admit, you were a little nervous to see what it was. It was a pink vibrator box.

"I saw this and wondered how you would react to this. I thought you would love this to be real with ya. Lets test that theory."

She opened the box and out came the toy. She turned it on and it started buzzing like a bee.

"Let's take it nice and slow with the lowest setting."

She placed the buzzing vibrator on your sensitive clit. Moaning loudly, you grip onto the sheets for dear life. You couldn't take no more any more. Well at least your body couldn't any-more. You squeezed your legs tightly as she come in contact between the action.

"Worn out all ready baby? That's too bad princess, I wanted more fun with you."

Bad enough at her voice already does something to you, she decided to crank the settings up.

"I wanna go out with a bang."

She got back on top of you with the vibrator making contact with her clit as well. A moan left both mouths as you make eye contact once again. She grabbed bother of your boobs this time and squeezed on them hard. She started grinding on the toy as you struggled to take it. You didn't expect to tap out so soon but it was something bout seeing your girlfriend on top of you. You grabbed on her boobs and squeezed the living fuck out of them.

"Damn baby, it's that's good?" She hummed breathing heavily.

You hummed in response as you got ready for another orgasm to wash over you and you look at your girlfriend. Damn you were lucky. You moaned loudly as you came hard on the toy that was teasing you ever so good. She moaned and came right after you, loosening her grip on you. You both breathed heavily as you looked each other in eye.

"Happy 5 months baby." She said before leaning in for a deep kiss.

[deusvervewrites]

Shame Miruko didn't get introduced until after Kamino. We missed out on a potential Miruko stan Midoriya.

She should easily be in his top 5 favorite heroes, only really topped by All Might. Cannot think of a single reason why she wouldn't be.

Right??

Miruko is everything

A Hero who works on her own and doesn't do team ups but is still capable of effortlessly working with other Heroes on the scene or as part of a larger raid, who's brash and courageous and speaks her mind and is unafraid to be herself, with a physical fighting style that isn't too impossible for Midoriya to replicate Quirkless.

Miruko is literally everything that Midoriya wants in a Hero, second only to literally being All Might. The only Hero I could possibly see as taking her place as his second-favorite is unsurprisingly Star and Stripe.

Every trait he admires in Bakugou but without Bakugou's direct cruelty towards him, and the kind of loud presence that makes everyone know she's around and they can feel safe. The kind of pragmatic approach to costumes and persona that makes her a perfect example of being a Hero to be a Hero, meaning that he doesn't have to make notes that her outfit was designed for anything more that, 'to help her kick ass,' like homaging, popularity, fanservice, branding, etc.

And the best part of it all?

She smiles.

[writing-sideblog-behind-books]

its during class that it happens. it had been a normal day up until then but suddenly there's a crash and a lound exclamaition of "FUCK!" from the supply closet. the teacher pauses in his explaination of the calculation of the volume of three dimentional objects. before anyone can react beyond starteld gasps and scandalized giggles the door of the supply closed is kicked open - hadn't that been locked? - and a blonde man steps out. he's tall and muscular and wears a hero uniform with gauntlets at his forarms and he has red eyes. "kacchan?" slips out before izuku can stop himself and hastily he claps his hands over his mouth but it's too late. two pairs of red eyes snap to him and again the man says "fuck". this time a lot less angry and a whole lot softer, almost defeated. he pulls something out of his pocked - a phone? it looks sleeker and stronger than the cheap flip-phones some of them have and even than what most of their parents use - presses a few times on the screen and again "fuuuck." in a low, drawn out groan. he puts it away again. "anybody got a phone i can borrow?" his eyes flit over the classroom, taking in every student and returning to izuku multiple times. kacchan, he notices, doesn't even get a glance and is stauchly avoided. the teacher reigns himself in and regains composure. "i- yeah- here, mr.-" his eyes flit to kacchan and if the man notices he doesn't answer the unasked question "dynamight. you likely haven't heard of me" a wry twist to his mouth. he accepts the teachers phone and leaves the classroom. his voice and steps can be heard outside, but izuku can't make out anything he might be saying. he doesn't return before the bell rings, nobody having paid attention in the last half of the lesson, and hangs up as he's swarmed by izuku's classmates. kacchan, same as izuku, isn't with them. there are a thousand question's swirling in his skull and he's been frantically noting down theories but he can't bring himself to ask, or to even approach the man. kacchan simply looks uncomfortable, eyes lingering on the man's eyes, his hair, his outfit. he must be as aware as izuku, their teacher, and likely some of their classmates are of who that hero might be and the implications behind that. as he returns the phone to their teacher his eyes skate back over izuku. "fuck, you're tiny" he tells him then rakes a hand through his hair, distressed? and with an awkward nod at kacchan, he then leaves. thoughts about the encounter continue plaging izuku's thoughts his way home until suddenly, there's a villain and he's choking and then, there's all might. all might, as it turns out, is horribly wounded and doesn't think someone quirkless is able to become a hero. and if even he thinks so then it must have been izuku who was delusional all his life. but it doesn't matter because there is kacchan, choking and dying the same way izuku was earlier and this is izuku's fault, he had distracted all might and pushed the bottle out of his pocket and kacchan looks so scared and suddenly he's running and the sludge villain is attacking him but then there's all might. kacchan is safed and the weather changed. as izuku is scolded by the pro's for his recless behaviour he catches sight of the man, gauntlets missing, the mask gone and a miruko hoodie instead of the top he wore before. only the cargo pants and the boots remaining of his uniform. he looks like a civillian. the man vanishes around the corner and izuku is still getting scolded.

"so that's how it happened, huh." the voice is deeper than izuku is used to but it's kacchan's and he startels at it turning the corner and coming face to face with the man. all might is making his way to the train station and has just made izuku is successor and apparently the man overheard them and does this count at izuku failing at keeping the secret. "relax, i knew about that already. was just missing the specifics." the man reaches a hand out and izuku, despite himself, flinches. the man freezes, a horrified look flashing across his face. then muscle by muscle he unlocks and pats izuku's shoulder. "the latebloomer excuse might fool everybody else but i know better. i figued it out like a couple months in" and if that isn't a conformation of everything izuku doesn't know what is.

part 2

[fatkish]

May I ask for a Tokoyami x Reader? A rivals to lovers trope - UA holds a masquerade ball event, and they end up dancing together, and the rivals to lovers energy just skyrockets ‼️

Tokoyami x Reader: Masquerade

(This is your masquerade outfit and mask. You can change the color, also I tried to stay as gender neutral as possible)

(This is Tokoyami’s outfit. The mask is made to fit his beak and blend in with his face)

You and Tokoyami had always been rivals since the quirk assessment test on day one, or, at least, both of your guys’s quirks were rivals

Your quirk allows you to summon and control the animals and creatures that are tattooed on your skin. The tattoos you currently possess are: a black widow spider, a Luna moth, an eastern dragon, an owl, a king cobra, a koi fish, and a wolf.

For whatever reason, your owl seems to dislike dark shadow, thus, a fight often breaks out whenever they are in close quarters

The was a pro hero masquerade gala event that Miruko, the pro you were interning with, was going to which meant you were too

You didn’t know what pro Tokoyami was interning with so when you saw Hawks, you didn’t think anything of it

Unlike your quirks, you and Tokoyami were on relatively good terms with each other, some of your summon animals liked him, some didn’t, most notoriously, your owl seemed to pick a fight with Tokoyami and Dark shadow, every time it saw them

Not being one for slow dancing or events like this, you stuck to area near the food. Being a wallflower and trying not to do anything much to gain attention

Tokoyami had walked up and asked you to dance, a slow dark lullaby like ballad played as Tokoyami slow danced with you

Unknown to you, Hawks was playing as Tokoyami’s wing man

As the song played, Tokoyami led you to the dance floor and slowly began to waltz

His slow dancing skills coupled with the eerie and strangely macabre yet pleasant music only added to the boy’s mysterious charm

“I must admit, you’re a wonderful dancer Tokoyami”

“Thank you, though you’re praise is much appreciated, it is hardly necessary”

“I beg to differ. Any who, what made you choose to ask me to dance, I’m hardly any good at this as I’ve already stepped on your toes a few times”

“I don’t believe you’re a bad dancer, only time and much practice will improve your skill”

“If you say so”

“I must confess that I have ulterior motives for asking you to dance”

“Here we go”

“I wanted to ask you if you would do me the honor of being my boyfriend/girlfriend/romantic partner?”

“Are you serious?”

“As serious as I will ever be”

“Well then, I accept”

“Well then, from this moment fourth, please call me Fumikage, my love”

“Well, only if you call me (y/n), my dark prince”

“Absolutely, shall we continue our dark ballad? My love”

“Yes, we shall”

After accepting, you both continued to dance, as you swayed around the room, hand in hand.

Twisting and twirling, looking like two swans in the night, you continued your dance, following Tokoyami’s steps until the music ended

Only for clapping to echo in the room afterwards and the flashes of cameras to surround you both

(Hope you enjoyed this, sorry if it’s short)

Bonus:

After the event, Hawks kept pestering Tokoyami

“Just be sure to use protection, Tsukuyomi”

“… what?…”

Realizing what Hawks was alluding to

“… That is not why I asked them, and that is years ahead”

“I’m just saying”

“Enough”

[sativaasiren]

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[epickiya722]

I think about how Burnin carries around a fire extinguisher (the only fire person I can think of that actually has fire safety in mind, the rest of you do better) and even though it's relatively small, it still has some weight on it. She has to carry that thing strapped on the back of her waist.

She flies with that thing, runs, walks, does exercises... for hours on days she's working which gotta be at least nearly every day! You cannot tell me she isn't stronger than she looks!!

[pinkykats-place]

BakuDeku ft. Mirko’s Costume

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked on titles are mine.

Some contain mature content … read tags.

Credit to @ariart0 for the art.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

Hop Skip and Jump by funkyfungi

Summary: In which Katsuki sees Izuku in Miruko's costume and goes absolutely feral and months of unresolved simping for each other comes to light

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

That One Time Everyone Dressed Like Miruko by radstereo

Summary: Katsuki grunted, leaning back against the wall and folding his arms. He was staring absentmindedly at the floor, listening to Kaminari’s awful attempts at flirting that somehow worked on Jirou, when a pair of thigh-high purple socks shuffled their way into his view. He blinked, about to tell Urakaka to fuck off, when his eyes trailed up the legs in question and were met with a pair of strong, freckled thighs that definitely did not belong to Uraraka.

His heart was in his stomach before his eyes finished their descent up the body in front of him. A span of ambery skin and white fabric; strong, scarred arms accented with white gloves; mossy-green hair adorned with a replicated pair of bunny ears.

Deku dresses like Miruko. Katsuki absolutely dies.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Like Rabbits by Hazel_Witch

Summary: "Uh, Kacchan, are you okay?"

Katsuki slams his mouth shut. He'd been gaping. Fuck.

But what the hell else is he supposed to do when Deku is standing in front of him wearing that.

— — —

Deku + Bunny Outfit = Bakugou spontaneously combusting

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

Strong and Soft by where_the_gay_things_are

Summary: Katsuki doesn’t want to wear a rabbit suit for a photoshoot with Mirko and some of class 1-A. Cue Izuku barreling into the locker room with nothing but hope and a hissed command from the rabbit queen herself, only to find a version of Katsuki he doesn’t recognize.

— — —

Or, Katsuki’s trying on a bunny suit, and Izuku likes how it looks on him. A lot. Too much to hide it.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Skin-tight by AveragelyCreative

Summary: Katsuki damn near drooled at his boyfriend in the tight costume.

One Shot | Mature Content

[spidergutz-writes]

HI BESTIEEEEEE!!! soo i was wondering if you could do some hcs for me, specifically i was wondering if you could do which bnha characters would like a fem s/o (not female, just feminine) for me 🥺 like a s/o who likes do their makeup and hair and dress super girly or stuff like that

OMG BESTIE HAI, THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FIRST TO REQUEST SMTH.

ILL DO MY BEST <3

Now, I am a firm believer that Mirio would be absolutely head over heals for you. He loves how cute you always look, and he just thinks that pink goes so well with you!

10/10 he would spoil you with so many gifts. He’s always buying you Make-up. He also loves watching you do your Make-up

100% brags to others about you. Always showing you off, I mean, why wouldn’t he? He’s just so happy that your his!

”your just so pretty! How could I not stare at you?” feels like not staring at you is a crime.

shinsou is always enamored by your style. He thinks your an angel, sent from the heavens solely for him.

will find nice pink flowers to leave on your desk, or kitchen table.

Definitely calls you princess, no matter your gender. He just thinks it fits!

Sometimes, he’ll help you pick out your outfits, giving a small nod or grunt of approval when you show him your outfits

“you can’t like them all the same! I really need you to help me pick!”

“but they all look so nice on you, princess.. :(“

Toga would love you so much. She likes that you two can match!

definitely goes on shopping stealing sprees with you.

I think she’d try to get everyone else to join in on your guy’s style, but shiggy will very quickly shut it down. Jin might join in

When toga runs out of clothes, or ruins them she always steals from you, so expect to come home with her in your skirts and tank tops.

“your clothes are soooo much cuter than mine! It’s only fair that you share!”

Fatgum doesn’t understand how you can be so gosh darned CUTE?

Seriously, your going to give this poor man an aneurism. Yknow that moment when you think something’s so cute ya wanna squeeze it reaaaaalll hard? Yeah that’s how he feels. Always looking for a reason to complement you.

he loves how girly you are. It’s just so cute to him.

calls you cutie all the time. It’s basically your new name.

“Well, I think it’s only right that I give you a fitting nickname, my cutie 🥰 “

you can’t convince me that miruko wouldn’t love your style to an absolute.

she’s always complementing you, telling you how much she loves your style.

will pick you up randomly just to mumble how cute you look in your all pink outfit <3

she Carry’s you a lot, she doesn’t want your pretty outfit to get messed up! :(

definitely likes that you wear pink. She thinks it complements her hero costume colors.

will do your makeup for you <3 she has such a steady hand.

“my sweet bunny, I’d love to help with anything<3”

[crybaby-bkg]

sᴄᴏʀɴᴇᴅ | ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ғᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴇɴ (ғɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ)

Bakugou x f!reader Warnings/Tags: anxiety, reader reveals her past once more so kidnapping mention, grooming mention, past murder of OC, lots of crying from reader Word Count: 4.8k Minors/blank/ageless blogs DNI!

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Everything is quiet back here, in your dressing room. Katsuki sits beside you on the small couch, his hand wrapped around your shoulder as you rest your head in the crook of his neck, careful of messing up your makeup. He’s dressed nicely in a pair of black slacks and a button up, forgoing the tie like the brat that he is. You wear your own button up shirt, sage green in color like your hero outfit, the first few buttons undone to reveal your tattoo. You look at him from across the room in the mirror, find his eyes already focused on you. 

“You know you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. You don’t anybody a single fuckin’ thing.” He mutters, his mouth forming a pout as he speaks. You shuffle a little in his grip, your hand resting on his thigh as you look down at your manicured nails, colored orange and black. 

“I know,” you whisper back, voice thick in the silent room. “But I think that this is the best decision for me, even if it’s the hardest.” 

Katsuki doesn’t say anything back to that, just squeezes you a little tighter against him, pulling you in fully until you face each other, both of his arms wrapped around you. You both sit there, your heart in your throat, and his palms clammy. The serene moment is interrupted by Yuu, who knocks twice. 

“They’re ready for you.” He tells you, nodding his head to you both when you pull away from each other. Instantly, your heart hammers even harder in your chest, beats so quickly that it makes your temples throb. You feel your stomach twisting and turning, a lump forming in your throat. Tears want to spring to your eyes, but your makeup artist was so nice, that you’d hate to inconvenience her. 

So you swallow down the emotions as much as you can, standing first. Bakugou follows you, places a hand on your back when you sway a little, kisses your forehead when you suck in a shaky and unsure breath. 

“You got this,” he reassures you. “I’ll be right there with you the whole time. Both of us will.” 

You can only nod to him, voice too strained to give him a proper thanks, but you kiss the corner of his mouth when words fail you. You close your eyes, breathing in for a few seconds, holding your breath, before releasing it, opening your eyes again. Yuu meets you on the other side, a faint smile on his thin lips. 

“Let’s go.” He says gently, as soft as he can, nodding his head to the busy hallway behind him. Every step you take feels like someone has wrapped your ankles in heavy chains, feels like you’re dragging a weight behind you, anchoring you to the safety net of the green room. But you trek on, despite the perspiration beading at your top lip; despite the way your hands won’t stop shaking; despite the knot in your stomach growing so tight you can’t breathe; despite your mind telling you that this is the biggest mistake you’ll ever make in your life. 

On the other side of the curtains, you can see a room full of journalists and paparazzi and news anchors. Miruko already sits on the panel on stage, her face serious and her hands folded neatly on the table in front of her. Bakugou squeezes your hand in his when he feels your breathing pick up, slides it up to rest a comforting hand on your back to calm you. The weight is familiar, welcomed, and you thank him by softly bumping your head to his. 

“It’s not too late to turn around.” He whispers into your ear when Miruko silences the people in front of her, begins to introduce you to the nosy audience. 

“I have to do this. For myself.” You tell him, even though you don’t fully believe it right now. But you don’t have to—in this moment, your anxiety and fear of the response that you may get makes you want to run with your tail tucked between your legs. But you know that in the future, you’ll be more than glad to get your truth out there, for yourself, and for the people just like you. 

“Firebird.” Miruko calls out, her head turning to finally look at you from the sidelines. You freeze when you hear your name falling from her mouth, heart tightening in your chest. You had never heard her say it before—did she even realize how she helped you? How her being there that day gave you the ability to rise from the ashes? To start anew? 

With another squeeze to Bakugou’s hand, do you finally walk out on stage. Instantly, the cameras start to flash, people calling out question after question, a few heroes who were lined up in the back row, both frowning and cheering you on. You try not to look at any of them though, try to keep them as faceless blobs in the crowd, know that their eyes might haunt you if you focus too hard. 

You sit in between Katsuki and Miruko, smiling when she leans over to embrace you tightly, makes you laugh when she squeezes you hard enough to let the anxious air release from your lungs. She pulls back, hands still on your shoulders, looking over you, nurturing.

“Ya look good, kid. Proud of you for coming out here.” She tells you, smiling when you smile even harder. You thank her, chuckling when she reaches over you to punch Bakugou in the thigh, how he scowls at her but doesn’t try to hit back, frowning petulantly. 

After a minute or so, does Yuu come out as well, lowering his hand to the audience to silence them. He stands behind the chair meant for him, picks up the mic on the table, and looks around the room, eyes squinting around the flashing lights. 

“Thank you for joining us today,” he starts, his voice droning on in that way when he’s not too happy to be there. “I know that you all are here to learn more about the mysterious and unknown up and coming hero. Before I let her get started, I need you all to withhold questions until she’s ready to answer them. Please be respectful of her speaking, or you will be put out. That goes for the heroes, as well.”

Some of them scoff and cross their arms, muttering under their breaths, but no one dares speak out against the Hero Commission official. When there’s no commotion, Yuu sets down his mic and looks to you, nodding for you to start when you’re ready. Your anxiety hasn’t left you, makes your hands clammy where you go to reach for the mic, shaking slightly before you decide to just let it rest on the table in front of you, and lean forward to speak into it. 

“Hello everybody,” you start, giving them your full name, something you haven’t uttered in what feels like so long. Some of them start to quickly scribble it into their notebooks, ready to look into you after this is all over, some already starting their investigations on their laptops. 

“Some of you know me as the Red Medusa, a vigilante that become popular around a year and a half ago, in the Musutafu area.” At that, you open your shirt a little more, revealing the crimson ink lining your chest. Some people gasp when they see the entirety of it, the cameras flashing at an even quicker rate. You look into the camera directly in front of you, swallowing thickly in nervousness. You’ve never felt so exposed before, despite you quite literally exposing your tattoo in your vigilante costume. It felt different now, with your face uncovered and your real name out in the open, sitting on a panel in front of what feels like a million judgmental faces. 

“Others may know me as Firebird, a new hero that frequently accompanies Dynamight in the field.” You smile softly at that, glancing over to Bakugou to see him already looking at you. He squeezes your hand where it rests on the table, and you hear even more clicks of the camera go off. 

You pause for a moment, glancing away from any lingering eyes, any disapproving stares, any twisted mouths. The last time you disclosed this information was to Katsuki all those weeks ago, as you lied on his floor together. But you’ve never shared something so personal with so many people in one room; not the vigilante friends you made, not the people you worked with in the shelter. It’s hard, knowing that your story will be broadcasted, looked into, examined, ridiculed, questioned in such ways that it hasn’t before. But you have to do this. 

“But, only those closest to me also know me as a kidnapping survivor from one of the biggest Yakuza members in Japan.” At that, the room falls silent for a few beat, before there’s a roar of inquiries and shouts, accusations that you can’t make out. You flinch back at that, and Yuu quickly yells something into the mic to make everyone calm down and shut the fuck up. You pause, looking around the room, wondering if this was all a mistake, but you’re not sure if you’ll ever really know. 

“Growing up, I lost both of my parents at a young age, didn’t have any other relatives to take me in, so I was put into foster care. Nobody really wanted me as a kid, since everyone assumed I was quirkless because I didn’t have any flashy skills.” You laugh humorlessly at that, eyes unfocused on the ground in front of you as the room falls eerily silent. 

“After a certain age, I turned to the streets. Didn’t really look to heroes because no one ever came for me anyway, so why bother, you know?” You shrug at that, can hear some offended scoffs from the back of the room that you pay no mind. But Bakugou whips his head up at that, glares at the bastard who dare make a noise. 

“When I was nineteen, I met this guy. Didn’t know who he was, and I didn’t have a phone cause I couldn’t afford it, didn’t watch the news cause I ain’t have a TV.” You pause as you juggle the words around your mouth, eyes watering at the thought of having to say his name. You haven’t uttered it in so long, makes you feel like you’re giving him all of your power all over again by just airing out who had control over you for so long. You pause for a while, let the silence linger until it chokes you. 

“He turned out to be Shimizu Arata, sometimes referred to as Green Poseidon.” You spit his name out as if venomous, as if he still burns your tongue whenever you try to swallow. The room shuffles nervously at that, just the sound of his name bringing back horrid memories of the people lost due to his carnage. You think back on his green hair, ugly and seaweed colored whenever his water quirk would drench him. 

“He groomed me,” you whisper into the mic, tears starting to well up, chest hurting at actually saying the words out loud. “Made me believe that I was special, that I was leagues ahead of other girls, that I was meant to be by his side. I would lend him my quirk; it augments other peoples’ powers. I didn’t know the dangers he caused with his own. And when I refused after finally learning the truth of the destruction that he caused the city—he kidnapped me and held me for three years.”

Nobody says anything the way you expect them to. You look around the room, ready to find someone snarling at you, turning their nose up at you, looking at you in disgust and disdain. But everyone only watches in awe, in confusion, hurt. You look back at the row of heroes and try to fight back the chuckle when you see Kirishima wiping his seemingly never ending tears, Deku consoling him even though he’s in no better shape himself. 

“I escaped eventually, ran for my life while they chased me like hound dogs through the city. And that’s when Miruko came to save me.” You look over to her with a smile, grabbing her hand with your other one, squeezing it tightly in an eternal thanks. She bows her head to you, her ears flopping slightly before she looks back up, nodding her head to the mic. You nod back in permission, sitting back finally as you let her speak.. 

“I’m taking over for a second, because I know birdie here doesn’t think its her place to share, or maybe doesn’t want to get me into any trouble.” She winks over at you before looking toward the crowd again. “But, after I was alerted that Shimizu’s clan was hunting someone down in my streets, I gave chase. As most believe, it’s unethical for a hero to kill. What separates us from the villains if we take lives into our own hands?” She looks around the room, but her face is uninviting for questions or concerns despite the gasps and looks of realizations dawning on peoples faces. 

“But I believe that I was doing society a favor that day, and killed all of the clan members present, including their leader.” Miruko’s voice is unwavering as she eyes everyone. “The Hero Commission was aware of what I did and I was dealt with accordingly, but I have absolutely zero regrets for taking out the trash.” She speaks with her head held high, her chin up and defiant toward those who grimace at her. She nods to you again when she finishes, and you continue. 

“Miruko helped me to get on track after that, after seeing just how terrified and bruised and battered I was. But, even after being set up with a job and a place to live, that didn’t feel like enough—it wasn’t enough.” You set your palm down on the table in emphasis, watching how some people shift uncomfortably. 

“I went missing for three years, and there wasn’t a single report made for me.” Your chin wobbles as you speak, old feelings rehashing as you think back on how lonely you were. How you were finally found but couldn’t even celebrate being home because of how utterly alone you had always been. What home could you return to, if it was something new, not lived in, untouched? What was home when you carried your bedroom and your stairs and your doors and your kitchen with you everywhere you went? 

“I was chased throughout the streets, and was later on told that only one person called to alert the heroes. There was more than one person who saw me, wearing tattered clothing and sobbing and crying for help while being chased, and they did nothing. But I refused to sit back and watch once I finally gained some of my own power.” You snap out, chin wobbling. You wipe your face with the back of your hand, uncaring if you smear your makeup. 

Katsuki hands you a tissue that Yuu passes down, and you quickly pat away your tears, struggling to get your shit together and continue. But your words need to be heard, need to be understood for all of those who listen that you weren’t just some shitty villain running through the streets with no rhyme or reason. 

“I trained and trained and trained until my body couldn’t handle it anymore, and that’s when I went out into the streets. I listened to the cries of the people, unheard by the heroes. I fought the everyday villains who slip through the cracks. I handled the beatings because I couldn’t bare to see another helpless person go through what I went through. I didn’t become the Red Medusa to harm people, but to protect them.” The tears are steadily flowing now, both Miruko and Bakugou rubbing your back and holding your hands. Your head jerks up though, when a familiar hero stands suddenly, calling out, 

“Why not just become a hero in the first place, then?” They ask, arms crossed, sweeping blond hair back with a flick of his neck. Monoma, you think his name is, recalling Kirishima bringing up how much he hated the guy once. It automatically puts him on your shit list, especially with how rudely he interrupted you. Bakugou opens his mouth to say something, Kirishima going to stand to grab him, but you speak before either of them can do anything. 

“There were a million reasons against me coming in as myself.” You answer truthfully. “I didn’t have some nice background, or a flashy quirk that wouldn’t categorize me as just some background sidekick.” You shrug, mouth twisting as you try to list every reason on why you carried over to vigilantism. 

“I had a chip on my shoulder from my trauma, angry at the people who didn’t save me. How could I work alongside you all right after escaping? How could you expect me to be in the mindset of doing things the hard and slow way, when I could help out quicker by taking justice into my own hands?” You tilt your head in question, eyebrows furrowed as you speak. The man twists his mouth a few times in thought, opens it again to speak, but Yuu leans forward on the mic. 

“Mr. Monoma, you were informed at the beginning to please hold your questions until they were allowed. Now sit down, or you will be escorted out.” His deadpans voice makes the blond man scowl, narrowing his eyes before he dramatically plops back down in his seat. After Yuu eyes him for another second, does he turn to you and give you the go ahead to continue. 

“Becoming a vigilante seemed to be the only thing that would work out for me. I tried therapy, I tried getting over what happened to me, but it was never enough. It’s hard to heal in a world that constantly screws over those who aren’t strong enough to defend themselves, and I got tired of being victim to it.

“But after I met Katsuki, I learned that hiding what I fought for, in the shadows, might’ve worked well for the time being, but that it was not the way for me to live the rest of my life.” You hold his hand in yours again, rubbing your thumb along the backs of his knuckles, something to soothe you more than him. 

“I became a vigilante because I was ready to die at any given moment, knowing that one day I would meet my match and go out of this world fighting hell for what I believed in.” You say into the mic, eyes rolling over the quiet crowd. “But when granted the opportunity to become a hero, to not fight in hiding anymore, I took it. Albeit hesitantly because I was terrified of the change, of what my friends would think, how my best friend would look at me.” 

You think back on Vanity’s face when you told her you were becoming a hero, how accepting she was. You think about Mercy’s face, when she threw the feelings of her betrayal from you right back into your face. But you also think about the support you’ve received from the new people after meeting Bakugou, the other vigilantes who became who they were because of you and their support and you think—you think this all might’ve been worth it in the end. 

“But I took it, because I wanted my voice to be heard. I wanted my cause to be known, and I wanted to stand on what I believed, which is fighting for the small people, too.” Your voice shakes as the tears start again. You pull your hand away from Bakugou’s, point to the people in the crowd as your feelings start to take over you.

“Giving them a fighting chance, listening to them, aiding them, being there for them. I was never given that, and if no one is entitled to anything in the world, they are at least entitled to live in a society that protects them no matter who they are. That is why I became a vigilante, but it is the foundation of who I will be as a hero.” 

You end breathless, dabbing at your cheeks again as you look around the room. Nobody starts some dramatic slow clap that many see in the movies, nobody hoots and hollers for you. But the room does seem to have some air to it that wasn’t there before; something lighter, something gentler on your soul, doesn’t make you feel so heavy anymore. 

Despite everything, there’s no metaphorical weight that lifts off of your shoulders when you finish, doesn’t make you feel any better to get the horrors that you’ve experienced out for other people to view. But, it does feel just the tiniest bit better to know that the more you share, the less it hurts. The wound isn’t as gaping, doesn’t still actively bleed every time you so much as think about what happened to you. It’s still a wound nonetheless, but it hurts just a little less now. You can only hope that one day, it closes and no amount of poking and moving and jabbing can reopen it again. 

Yuu opens up for questions after that, but they’re nothing too substantial. Most are asking if you regret being a vigilante—hell no—or, what your plans are for the future—finish getting my hero degree, duh—and there’s even a question of just how serious you and Bakugou are—serious enough, you both answer. 

It’s pretty uneventful after that. You walk off stage, take a few pictures, shake a few hands. Kirishima wraps you up in a bear hug as he cries when he comes into the green room after, sobbing about how manly your speech was. Deku follows suit, congratulating you for being so brave and having the courage to share something so personal with you. Shouto doesn’t do the emotional stuff, but he does pat your head gently and smile something soft at you. 

“Ya did great, kid.” Miruko tells you when she enters the room, hugging you tightly as well. You sink into her embrace, getting teary all over again. “I’m proud of you, you know that? I always knew you’d be capable of great things. Saw that flame in you lighting up the moment you were put back on your feet.”

“All thanks to you.” You bow to her when she pulls away, standing straight to smile at her again as everyone in the room watches. 

“Yeah, I am pretty great, aren’t I?” She teases, all of you laughing in unison, coming together in a group hug that Bakugou tries his best to wriggle out of. Kirishima only uses his quirk to keep him pinned to his side, ignoring the blast aimed at his forearm and cheek. 

When everyone disperses, you and Bakugou find yourselves alone in his car, headed back home. Your friends invited you out to eat and celebrate your first successful press conference, but you told them that the anxiety and anticipation of the day had caught up to you. You were more than ready to go home and lay in bed with Bakugou, and perhaps do a couple more things while in bed, too. 

He drives with one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding your hand that rests in your lap. You look down at your intertwined fingers, rubbing your thumb over the scarred flesh, pull it up to peck at it before you drop it back down into your lap. 

“Thank you.” You whisper to him, eyes still casted down. “For everything, Katsuki. For believing in me, for seeing that I was just hurt, for helping me find another way to manage my anger and make it healthy and productive.” 

He doesn’t look at you fully, his eyes focused on the road, but he glances at you, pulls your hand to his mouth and kisses it, too. He holds his mouth against your skin for a few seconds, before setting it back in your lap. 

“No need to thank me. Everything that you accomplished and worked through was because of your own will to become an even greater version of yourself.” He murmurs, glancing over to you again as he switches lanes. “I provided the tools, but you were the one to pick them up and start building. That was all you, baby.” His words make your face warm, your head go a little fuzzy. But you can’t handle the emotions, makes you roll your eyes into your head as you groan loudly. 

“Ugh, I can’t believe just how much I love you. It’s fucking gross.” You fake gag, holding your throat with your free hand, before you laugh. Katsuki shrugs though, a cocky smirk falling upon his face. 

“Yeah, I get that a lot.” He goads, makes your head whip to him in confusion, your face asking who the fuck tells you that, before he grins, wide and annoying. “I’m fucking with ya.” He snorts. 

You punch his shoulder, before leaning back in your seat. You look out the window, to the city that passes damn near in a blur in front of you with how fast he drives. But the cracked windows let the whooshing of the wind slide in, cools down your ever warming cheeks. 

“You know that if you ever break my heart, I’d leave hero life and turn into a villain.” You mutter, before turning to look at him again. “Probably burn the whole city down, maybe the country too.” You say seriously, wonder how he’ll respond back to something you could so easily fall back on. But Bakugou has always had faith in you, before you even had it in yourself, so he takes it in stride. 

“I’d never let that happen.” He frowns, switching lanes again to merge off into your exit right before your home together. “If anything, I’d join you. We’d be a sexy villain couple.” He teases, can already picture how hot the two of you would be. You do the same, but pick his hand intertwined in yours up to your face so that you can bite at his wrist. 

“God, you’re such a perv.” You scold him, laughing softly all the while when he wriggles his wrist away from your mouth. 

“You fuckin’ love it.” He grins at you, teasing, eyes focused on the road as he slows when the traffic begins to build. You pause for a long while, thinking back on the year that you’ve encountered with Bakugou. The first meeting, the anger, the quiet resolve, the acceptance, the trust, the love. How he’s seen you every step of the way, was never phased by your snarling maw and snapping teeth, how he loved you despite everything, anyway. You squeeze his hand in yours for what feels like the millionth time today, turning to look at him, fully. 

“Can’t believe I’m saying this, but I do.” You tell him truthfully, the car finally slowing down to a stop so that he can look at you in return. 

“I love you.” He says, voice unabashed, loud and yet soft enough to never startle you again, ever. It makes your heart swell, your lip get wobbly, makes your chest fuzzy and warm and content. 

“I love you, too.” You respond, tacking on, “Shithead.” At that, Bakugou laughs, boisterous and stupid and annoying and so right, that you feel his laugh reverberating through your ribs. Feel it take up space inside of you, a space left empty for so many years. He fills it and he fills it until you’re damn near bursting at the seams with your love for him and his love for you. 

Bakugou leans over and bites at your cheek, gets payback for his wrist from earlier. But instead of continuing the game, when he leans back, you palm the side of his face, his cheeks scruffy and scarred and perfect. And you kiss him, as gentle as ever, as soft as the whisper of the wind, as kind as a lover found in another lifetime, as sweet at the realization of being loved, of mattering so much to someone, of being seen and cared for and appreciated and just—loved.

You kiss him until your breath becomes his and his becomes yours, until the cars around you honk and shout at you, until you become nothing but the only two people in the world, left there to love each other again and again and again. 

chapter fifteen (epilogue)

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