#monoma you gotta hold his hand

[eeboshmeebo]

🕰️I missed you!🕰️

Pro Hero Monoma x Reader

Short. I was sparked by a song.

@jyohan

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You snuck around, diving into darker areas and parts of the crowd that helped you blend in, your objective being the Hero Agency up in front that was blocked off with lots of people on guard, even the civilians were wary, let alone the ones wearing merchandise with stopwatches on them...

Bypassing the crowd of fans, taking the fire escape stairs up the back of the building, nodding to a sidekick and entering through the back door, you made your way closer to your goal.

The employees already knew what was going to happen, but they ignored you as you passed them by in a rush. One even sighed as you almost tripped them and hastily apologized as you kept running.

They all knew...

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...that something inevitable would happen.

And it did.

"DAAAAAAARLIIIIIING~!"

Along with that cry were the exasperated groans of Battlefist with her tean, who was visiting to do a check up on Monoma's behavior, and the rest of the sidekicks. And the defeated mumbles of the crowd outside, because the agency didn't really have great sound insulation.

"Oh! My love! I should've noticed!"

Following that was a crash, inciting the technician who just finished up repairing the computers in the PR room to twitch in irritation before an intern went to calm him down.

"Poor mister Atsu..."

"He gets a bonus for all of that, even if he has such a stressful workload. What do you think they broke this time?"

"...he's going to have a heart attack."

Poor Atsu. He looked like he was going to have a vein visibly pop out of stress.

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Meanwhile, you cuddled into your beloved's arms with the remains of a computer to the side. On the floor. Luckily, there was a very nice carpet underneath.

"I missed you so much, Nene! You didn't come back for such a long time, I was getting worried!" You protested a bit, before nuzzling your face into his suit.

"I'm sorry, my love! I had to go to a different prefecture to deal with the villain, but I'll try to make sure to let you know next time, okay?"

Neito Monoma, better known as Phantom Thief, had wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head with an endeared smile on his face. He lifted your chin to look up at him, though he was craning his neck to look back at you.

"I promise, my little jewel."

"Promise? Then you've gotta seal that promise... with a kiss!"

You both giggled at that, sitting upright as you cupped his face with your hands.

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto your lips, and you kept a close hold on nis necktie-

"Dear Kami-sama."

The kiss was broken off immediately as a whispered prayer came from the technician, who had just opened the door. His eyes were locked onto the unfortunate computer and its PC, which somehow didn't land on the carpet. The computer itself was mostly fine, but the PC was... well, in short, it was a goner.

Like the technician.

He had fainted while standing up, causing an employee to call the medical department in the agency so he won't accidentally hurt himself when he fell over eventually.

"...oops."

"Hey, Awase-san? Can you remind me to schedule a raise for Atsu-san?"

Welder, or Awase, was one of the people Battlefist had brought over for the visit. He clenched a hand at the sight of the technician.

"Yeah. He deserves it, with how much stuff you guys break."

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Outside, the fans knew they had failed. There was a small challenge that if someone could stop Phantom Thief's lover, he'd finally hold a meet-and-greet with his fans. Judging by the happy voices inside, they had failed.

So, they leave in defeat, but they'll try again another day.

Oh yeah, and mister Atsu recovered. He's ranting to the nurses as they make sure he's alright.

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[passerine-writes]

Silent Sparks - Volt 36

Warnings: Emotions, Takai, it's all over the place but there's fluff and impromptu therapy!! Word count: 5748

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

Masterlist

Volt 35 | Volt 37

I sat in the classroom as per usual, this time with a lot more on my mind than normal. Plus studying was kicking my ass.

"Alright. That's it for class today. There's only one week left before your final exams begin. I'm sure you're all studying constantly, right?" I groaned softly and plopped my head on my desk. "Don't forget to keep training. The written exam is only one element. There's also the practical portion to worry about. Good luck." Dad said before leaving the classroom.

Denki and Mina started freaking out together about not taking notes and the cram packed schedules they've had. One of those, I could relate to.

"Tsukababes, where did you place in the class?" I bashfully rubbed the back of my head at my friends question.

"Uh, I placed ninth." Mina and Denki started blubbering at my rank. "It's really not that big of a deal, I barely made the cut for top ten."

"Ashido, Kaminari! We've still got time to study! That way, we'll all get to go to the training camp together. Right?" My best friend said enthusiastically.

"Yes!" Iida joined in with just as much enthusiasm and a raised hand. "As class rep, I have high hopes that we'll make U.A. proud." The boy with engine legs announced before Todoroki joined in.

"It's pretty hard to fail if you just pay attention, isn't it?" I snorted out a laugh at Todoroki's jab, not expecting him to do that.

"Why you gotta cut me down like that?" Denki groaned while holding a hand to his heart. I patted his shoulder and he perked up a bit.

"Denks, do you wanna have a study sesh? Sometimes when it comes from a different teaching method it sticks better." His eyes almost shone as he looked at me.

"Really?" I nodded and gave him a smile to go with it.

"I heard you mentioned a study session, Tsukare." I looked back at Yaoyorozu and nodded. "If you'd like, we can have it at my place." My eyes widened at her offer and I looked at the blond who happily nodded.

"Sure, sounds like a plan."

"I've been studying, but... could you help me out, too?" Jirou asked the ravenette. "I'm having some trouble understanding quadratic functions." I nodded along and turned to Yaoyorozu.

"Really?" The girl asked confused and my heart hurt for her, I knew that look of confusion all too well after wearing it myself.

"Tutor me, please! Classical Japanese is killing me!" Sero joined in.

"Is there room for one more? I'm afraid I'm falling behind a little." Ojiro asked sheepishly.

The girl looked about ready to implode with happiness.

"This is wonderful! Yes, let's do it!" She stood up excitedly. "Okay, then. We can hold a study session at my residence over the weekend."

"Is it okay if Hitoshi comes too?" She clapped her hands together excitedly and nodded. After a bit of her accidental humble bragging, we all went to lunch.

I sat with Midoriya, Hitoshi, Iida, Todoroki, Uraraka and Tsu. At the feeling of a migraine coming on, I almost took my hearing aids out in hopes of calming it down. However, I decided against it, knowing it would just concern Midoriya and Toshi. In the middle of Uraraka trying to figure out what our practical would be, a blond walked by and hit the green haired boy in the head with his elbow.

"Oh, sorry. Your heads so big that it's hard to miss." I glared at the guy and Toshi rested a hand on my shoulder to ground me.

"You're from Class 1-B. Um... Monoma, right? That really hur-"

"I heard you guys stumbled across the Hero Killer. Just like in the Sports Festival, Class 1-A isn't happy unless they're the center of attention. But you do realize you're not in the spotlight because people think you're good heroes, right?" I clenched my fists and ground my teeth. "It's just that you keep getting into so much trouble. Here's food for thought: Someday, the rest of us'll get caught up in your mess, and then we'll all become unwitting victims as well." I shot up before he could say another word.

"Here's food for thought: You aren't in the spotlight and getting attention over your heroics, but everyone is always seeing you with a bad attitude so that's all they talk about. That's all they associate you with. Have you ever thought that your actions may be someone else's downfall? That your words may bring someone else to their demise?" He froze in his place before crumpling and I looked up to see a girl with hair color similar to mine standing beside him. Her arm raised from where she just hit him on the head.

"That's not funny, Monoma." She lectured as he slumped on the ground in front of me. "You heard what happened to Iida and Tsukare! Chill out!" I looked at her quizzically and Iida went to say something but she cut him off. "I apologize for him. I'm pretty sure there's a hole where his heart should be." The girl picked him up and held him by the back of his shirt.

"Uh, Kendo, right?" She hummed and looked at me, almost being my same height. "Thank you." She sent me a small smile.

"Don't worry about it. Also, I was listening to what your friends were talking about. I know you're all worried about what's going to be on the big final practical. I heard it's gonna be combat against robots like the entrance exam." I scratched the back of my head and gave her a smile, even though everything in me was telling me something was off. Midoriya soon began muttering once the girl told us she found out through upperclassmen, and he effectively freaked Kendo out.

"Don't worry about him, he does this all the time." Her head snapped towards me in confusion. "Seriously, he's been like this since middle school."

"What kind of idiot are you, Kendo? You just gave away our whole strategic advantage! This was our chance to finally pull ahead of that class full of idiots-" Monoma started rambling only to be knocked out cold by Kendo's hand again.

"They're not the idiots!" Kendo exclaimed.

"Remind me never to get on your bad side." I joked, earning a soft bit of laughter from her.

"Remind me not to get on yours either. Can I ask.. is it true that you lost some of your hearing?" I awkwardly shuffled and nodded, taking out a hearing aid to show her.

"Yep, I don't just wear these for show." She giggled and I saw a little wave of pink on her face, fueling my confusion.

"Well I better get him back to our class. See ya around!" She turned around and left, dragging the unconscious blond with her.

I sat down beside my brother again and mulled over what she claimed the exam to be.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Toshi?" He looked at me and nodded.

"Ribbit. What are you thinking?" Tsu asked with a finger on her chin.

"It's not robots. Especially the ones from the entrance exam. They were used in the Sports Festival and if it was that simple then he would've just told us." Iida rubbed his chin at my statement.

"That is a very intuitive observation, Tsukare. Another possibility, which brings us back to square one of not knowing." I nodded and went back to eating.

"Looks like someone has a crush on you, Tsukare!" Uraraka announced, Todoroki and I both looked at her in confusion.

"Who wants to crush Tsukare?" The dual haired boy asked and I had to stifle my laughter at his hidden level of density.

"That's not what she means, Roki." He tilted his head to the side in confusion. "But who are you talking about?"

"Obviously Kendo! Didn't you see the way she was blushing when you were talking to her? She definitely thinks you're cute." I raised an eyebrow curiously.

"Yeah.. sure." I muttered and rolled my eyes.

"She was blushing quite a bit, ribbit. That doesn't instantly mean she has a crush on him though." I gestured to Tsu, thanking her for having my back.

"Well, what do you think about her Tsukare?" Hitoshi inhaled his noodle at Uraraka's question, Midoriya reaching over and patting him on the back while offering him his drink. Once recovered him and Midoriya started laughing. "What's so funny?"

"I.. think she seemed nice enough. Not really my type." Metaphorical stars came in her eyes as I dragged this out.

"What's your type? I gotta know." I shared a knowing look with Midoriya and Hitoshi.

"To sum it up? Not girls." Her eyes went wide as she spluttered for a response.

"If you don't mind me asking, ribbit, aren't you and Kaminari dating?" I shook my head and she tilted her head in confusion. "But you do like him, don't you?" I looked over at the blond haired boy, smiling with our friends at the other table.

"Yeah, I do." I said softly.

"I uh," Uraraka started as she rubbed her neck, "I didn't know you swung that way, Tsukare!"

"He's not the only one here that's gay." Her eyes went wider at my brothers comment and I saw Midoriya staring with equally round eyes and a flushed face.

"I'm bisexual." I sent Tsu a small smile that she happily returned.

"S-Same here!" Midoriya yelped, Hitoshi and I both looking at him in shock.

'Well that's news.'

"It's interesting to see just how diverse our class truly is. I, myself, haven't really thought much about sexuality or romantic feelings towards another person, I have always been focused on my studies and training." I nodded, understanding how that could direct your focus.

"I don't know." Todoroki said plainly.

"Nothing wrong with that, Roki. You don't have to know and you don't need a label, it just helps some people." He nodded once and ate more of his cold soba whilst I dug into my ramen once more.

"W-Well, that's all great you guys!" Uraraka rushed out awkwardly, I nudged my brothers shoulder and wiggled my eyebrows with a mouthful of ramen. He rolled his eyes in response but I caught sight of the small smirk on his face.

"This'll be super easy if it's just robots!" Kaminari said happily, and I rolled my eyes at the fact that Uraraka went around telling everyone else it would be robots.

"Such awesome news!" Mina cheered.

"Guys, I hate to burst your bubble but there's no guarantee it's robots." The class turned to look at me confused. I looked at Toshi, then the door to find it shut and back at my desk which I sat on. "Toshi and I have been thinking and we know our Dad. If it was that simple, he probably would've told us, or at least the two of us so I wouldn't forget what I was doing that day. Just because it was done one year, doesn't mean it'll happen again. And, they used the robots in the festival. It would be too soon to use them again, especially for such a large test." Everyone looked at Toshi and I expectantly.

"No, we don't know what the test is." My brother stated dryly.

"Are ya sureee?" Hagakure asked and Kiri quickly jumped in.

"If they don't know then they don't know." I sent Kiri a small smile of gratitude before I remembered something.

"Oh, Kiri! I just remembered I have your clothes in my bag. And Sero, I have your jewelry." This piqued a few people's curiosity but thankfully nobody asked and just went back to their conversations as I returned the borrowed items.

"It shouldn't matter if it's robots or actual people. Why are you morons so excited?" Bakugou grumbled finally.

"Hey, who are you calling a moron?" Denki tried to ask but was overpowered by Bakugou's yelling, effectively scaring the two and causing Mina to back into my chest.

"Shut up! You need to learn how to control your quirks! Ya got it!?" I rubbed Mina's arm as she stayed frozen against my chest, clearly not expecting his lashing out. "Hey. Deku." I stood up straighter, ready to run interference if needed. "I don't know what's goin' on with your power, but I saw the way you're using it now, and I want you to know— It's seriously pissing me off." I glared but didn't say anything yet, my attention being split as Mina finally stepped forward and Uraraka came over.

"Uh-oh. He must mean how Deku was flying around like him the other day." Uraraka whispered, tuning in the blond and the pink haired girl.

"I won't have another half-assed win like the festival. We'll be getting individual scores in the upcoming finals— New rankings. So we'll all know exactly where we're standing! I'll show you how much better I am. And Todoroki, Tsukare? I'll kill both of you, too." I rolled my eyes, unphased by his empty threat.

"I'm honored that you actually used both of our names." I said sarcastically as he walked out, slamming the door shut behind him.

"It's been a while since I've seen him that worked up." Kirishima said nervously and I nodded.

"Think it's impatience? Or hatred?" Tokoyami queried.

"I think it might be a bit of both." I mumbled and started packing up my school work. My head now floating to the clouds as I let my thoughts drift.

Hitoshi and I headed out of the classroom and we started our trip to the teachers lounge, just to find Dad lurking behind a corner with a clipboard.

Hitoshi and I looked at each other before we bursted out laughing, the sight amusing to both of us.

"We don't have training today, you both need to study for your exams." I groaned and hung my head, already tired of studying.

"This weekend Toshi and I were planning on going to Yaoyorozu's house for a study session if that's alright." He thought about it for a moment before he nodded.

"We still have to run it by Sunshine, but I don't see why not." I gave him a thumbs up as the three of us got into the teachers lounge.

"Hello boys." Toshi nodded and I waved at our aunt.

"Hey Auntie Nem." She came over and wrapped an arm around each of us, pulling us into a giant hug.

"How are my favorite nephews doing?" Hitoshi and I shared a curious look.

"We're doing pretty good Auntie. What's going on?" She rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Well, I have some news that may disgruntle your father so I figured I'd try to sweeten the situation up. Onryo, Nedzu wants to talk to you for a moment." I furrowed my eyebrows together but nodded. Dad looked fearful and shared a look with her before I headed to his office.

On the walk there, I saw someone I unfortunately recognized walking down the hall towards me.

"Hey sweetheart." I ignored him and kept walking. He turned once I passed him and kept pace with me. "C'mon, just talk to me. Look, you've got me all wrong." I rolled my eyes but didn't give him the satisfaction of further acknowledgement. "Why do you have to go to the principal? You in trouble?" I took a deep breath and kept my eyes trained in front of me. One of his hands grabbed my wrist and he pushed me against the wall. He quickly stood in front of me and caged me in with a hand on either side of me. "Now will you talk to me?" I took a deep breath as I tried to calm my racing heart. My eyes darted around to assess the situation further despite my level of panic.

I found an opening and acted quick. I slipped out under his arm, grabbed his wrists and pinned them behind him, slamming him into the wall face first.

"Don't you ever put your hands on me again." I stated harshly, letting go and speed walking to Nedzu's office. I knocked on his door while repeatedly looking over my shoulder.

"Tsukare. Is everything alright?" I nodded hastily and followed the principal inside. "Please, take a seat. Would you like to talk about it?" He hopped onto the seat beside me on the couch and patted my hand. "There, there. Just let it out."

"I've been getting harassed." I choked out and took a shaky breath. "He's tried grabbing me and stuff before but last time he tried to I- I told him off and he stopped but he just trapped me against the wall cause he kept trying to get me to talk to him. So I used those defense moves my Dad taught me and Toshi and I don't know what to do. My parents are gonna be mad if they find out the lengths this guy is starting to go." Nedzu's paw stayed on my hand, rubbing the back of it comfortingly.

"If you file a report, I can get the paperwork through by tomorrow morning. Sometimes a consequence is required and I think now is one of those times. However, if you don't file a report, I can file one myself due to what you've told me. What would you like to do?" I sucked in a shaky breath and looked at my lap.

"I'll file a report." He patted my hand and hopped up, coming back over with a clipboard, a pen and a sheet of paper.

After about ten minutes, there was a knock on the door. Nedzu called for whoever it was to come in, and my family was outside, however only Dad was at the door. He took one look at me and hurried in, crouching down in front of me as he searched for his words. I finished writing the report just before he knocked so I handed him the clipboard, his dark eyes flittered across the paper until his jaw set in place. He handed the clipboard to Nedzu and pulled me into a hug.

"Let's go home. You can talk to Nedzu another day." I nodded and slowly stood up, still coming down from being cornered again.

Can you explain to Pops and Toshi what happened?

He nodded and watched me take out my hearing aids, putting the assisters gently in a little travel case for them and rubbing my eyes. All of my energy completely wiped away.

A sea of muffled voices were around me but I drowned them out with white noise, nodding my head towards Dad and leaving it at that.

I stiffened up and shirked away a bit when Hitoshi nudged my arm, he apologized and pointed to the side of us. I looked and saw Denki waving at us.

We'll be in the car. Dad said as him and the others headed over to the vehicle. I turned and met Denki half way.

"Hey, sorry I didn't hear you. My ears are out right now." I said with a smile plastered on my face. His face dropped a bit as he studied me.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" I sent him the most convincing smile I could muster and shrugged.

"Nothing, I'm okay. Just tired after having to talk to Nedzu." He licked his lips as he thought and tried to configure the right words.

"Are you sure everything's okay? Talking to Nedzu isn't a regular like, everyday thing." I chewed on my lower lip and debated on what to tell him.

"I filed a report against Takai. He tried to pull some stuff again today." His eyes widened drastically as he processed my words before his gaze moved.

"I'll walk you to your car, babe." I looked at him confused but soon it sunk in why he suddenly pulled the pet name out.

He gently grabbed my hand, giving me the opportunity to pull away and as much as my mind was telling me to, I still sought comfort in his touch. We walked through the parking lot and thankfully halfway there, we lost him. However neither of us let go of the others hand. Well, not until my parents car was in sight. He went to give me a hug but I stepped back, listening to my brain.

"S-Sorry, I'm in a weird touch mood." He nodded, not appearing offended or off put about it.

"I'll talk to you later, yeah?" I nodded and got in the car. The moment I shut the door, I put on my seatbelt, closed my eyes and rested my head on the window. My arms crossed around my legs that I tugged to my chest and before I knew it, I fell asleep.

I woke up to Dad patting my shoulder. I looked around and saw we were in the driveway.

I didn't think you would want to be carried in.

I let out a weak laugh and shook my head, grabbing my things and heading inside with everyone. Pops sat on the couch, just pulling things out to start grading papers while Toshi was halfway up the stairs. I trekked up the flight of stairs and changed into one of Dad's old t-shirts and a pair of pajama pants before going back down and laying on the couch with Pops. I slowly put my head on his lap and stared at the television, the subtitles saving me from not being able to hear it. Pops rearranged his TV tray of papers and pens beside him so he could comb one of his hands through my hair while he continued grading papers.

Maybe an hour passed before Pops asked for me to sit up.

How are you holding up, little listener? I know you've had a rough few days now.

I'll be fine.

Can I ask you something?

You just did.

Pops gave me a deadpanned expression but eventually started chuckling.

How come you didn't tell Sho and I everything about what was going on with that kid?

Well, originally I did. When he showed up outside of the classroom and tried blocking us in. Then with the festival and Dad still being hurt and everything with Shiroka, I wanted to be able to handle it on my own as much as possible. And I was worried about how you two would react.

Why were you worried about that, little listener?

I didn't want you guys to be mad or upset. Plus I didn't want to risk Dad re-breaking his arms.

That got Pops to laugh.

Onryo. Your Dad and I would never be mad at you or your brother or anyone because someone made them uncomfortable. We've chased off and threatened multiple guys for your Auntie Nem, so I can see why you'd worry about Sho breaking his arms all over again. I let out a sad laugh and nodded. Do you want to tell me everything that happened?

I told you most of the truth about the last time I called him out. How I told him about how he just wanted a chase and whatnot. That was after he tried to get me to stay and have a 'friendly conversation' with him by grabbing my wrist.

His eyes narrowed at the rest of the story. His whole mood turning sour as I elaborated on what happened today, including the parking lot.

And you know none of this is okay or healthy, right?

I know. I've tried ignoring him. I've tried just about everything to let him know I'm not interested. He just won't stop. I didn't even ask Denki to be my fake boyfriend when he's around, he did that all on his own.

Oh? First name basis, huh?

I rolled my eyes but couldn't fight the smile etching itself onto my face.

It's not even that big of a deal... Friends can call each other by their first names too.

Whatever you say little listener. However he had a cheeky smile on his face. Your phones been blowing up for the last twenty minutes.

My eyebrows crinkled together and I leaned forward to grab it off the coffee table. A small smile and a blush on my cheeks at the sight of most of the messages being from him.

I don't think I've ever seen you blush, 'Ryo. One of my babies are growing up so fast.

I don't think he even swings that way Pops, I'm not holding out hope for my feelings or anything romantic coming out of it.

From Pikachu: Hey :)

From Pikachu: How're you doing after earlier?

From Pikachu: I just realized you probably still have your ears out so you might not see these for a bit but I hope you're doing better

From Pikachu: It's been a little over an hour now and you usually respond pretty quick, text me back whenever you get the chance please?

Tsukababes Pokémon

Espeon has been added to Tsukababes Pokémon

From Pikachu: Hey, have any of you guys heard from Onryo?

From Espeon: Outside of Mina and Onryo, who else is in the group chat?

From Boldore: Hey Shinsou, it's Kirishima!

From Scraggy: This is Sero!

From Espeon: So I take it the one who called Onryo his given name is Kaminari.

From Espeon: Why is the group chat name that?

From Venomoth: Because, Tsukababes put all of our contact names as pokémon!

From Espeon: Oh.

From Espeon: I forgot he did that.

From Venomoth: What's yours????

From Espeon: Mine is Espeon.

From Scraggy: That tracks

From Pikachu: I think he chose an amazing one but back on track guys

From Pikachu: Has anyone heard from Onryo?

From Pikachu: I'm worried about him :(

From Boldore: What happened? Is he okay?

From Scraggy: ????

From Venomoth: Shinsou?? Do you know?

From Espeon: He's okay. I just peaked my head downstairs, he's watching TV on the couch with our Dad, and he has his hearing aids out. If he wants to talk about it once he has more energy then that's his choice. If he doesn't want to talk about it, don't be upset or offended, as you all probably know, he's a fairly private person.

From Scraggy: But he's okay, right?

From Espeon: By the looks of it, yeah.

From Boldore: Okay good

From Pikachu: I just hope he's okay

My eyes widened in shock at the course of the conversation.

I have to go call someone, love you.

Have fun talking to Kaminari, I love you too.

I ran a hand through my hair and took the steps two at a time, scurrying to my room. I quickly put my hearing aids in and opened up my laptop to call Denki. It rang three times before he answered.

"Hey!" He answered with a bright smile on his face.

"Hey, sorry for going MIA again. I fell asleep in the car and then ended up watching TV for a little while and my phone wasn't on me." His shoulders relaxed a bit and he seemed a little more down to earth. "I'm sorry for worrying you and everyone else. I didn't mean to."

"It's alright, I'm just happy you're okay." I looked down to try and hide my smile.

"I should probably text the group chat to let them all know I'm alive." He nodded with a small laugh.

Tsukababes Pokémon

From Whismur: Hey guys, I'm okay, just had a long day and took my ears off, I'm sorry for worrying you guys

From Espeon: That's what I told them.

From Whismur: Hardy har har. When did you even check on me???

From Espeon: I walked all the way down the stairs and looked at you, had a small talk with Dad and went back up. Not my fault you didn't notice. You had your hearing aids out.

From Whismur: Mhm, sureeeee

From Scraggy: I'm just happy you're okay, we all need a break sometimes

From Boldore: Exactly!

From Venomoth: And Kami was so worried, it was so cute!!

I blushed at her comment and tucked my phone away.

"I'm sorry again, for worrying you." He waved his hand and shrugged as he put his phone down as well, but I could've sworn I saw a small blush on his face.

"It's okay, really! So how come you went to Nedzu's?" I clammed up a bit and debated on how much detail to go into once more.

"I was called down, I don't know what for though. Takai stopped me in the hall and uh, pinned me against a wall. I got him off and filed a report instead." He sat up straighter and adjusted his laptop.

"Woah, back it up. He pinned you against the wall?" I sheepishly nodded and grabbed a fidget toy.

"Yeah..." He glared at his desk and wiped a hand over his face. "I don't think I've said this enough, but thank you." His face softened as he peered back up at me.

"What for?"

"For getting him off my back and protecting me whenever he comes around. Thank you." He smiled sheepishly and rubbed his head.

"Yeah of course, you don't have to thank me for that." I blushed and shrugged.

"It means a lot to me, so thank you."

"Any time." The two of us sat in a flustered silence for a minute before I grabbed my book bag and pulled some of my work out.

"Have you done any of the homework yet?" His blush deepened to a red as he shook his head. "Grab it, let's get it over and done with." He groaned but grabbed his work anyways.

We worked in mostly silence, aside from when he had the occasional question or wanted me to check his work.

A knock sounded on my door, I quickly muted myself and told whoever to come in. Dad stood there confused as he saw me working on call with a loud blond.

"Homework?" I nodded.

"Yeah, Denki wanted to talk but now we're doing homework together." His eyes narrowed a bit before he hummed a response and left. I unmuted myself and looked at a confused Denki. "Sorry my Dad came in to check on me."

"I still can't get my head around that he's your Dad. I don't know why." He said and shrugged before going back to his work, my phone buzzing bringing me out of my thoughts.

From Boldore: Hey Tsukabro

To Boldore: Hey!

From Boldore: You doing alright?

To Boldore: Yeah, I'm doing better. I'm actually doing homework for once

To Boldore: I've actually been wanting to talk to you about something though, kinda get a different opinion for something

"Hey, you there?" I looked up from my phone and back to Denki.

"Yeah, sorry. Kirishima texted me." He smiled brightly but it felt a little forced.

"Tell him I said hi!" I giggled and nodded.

From Boldore: Yeah, what's up man?

To Boldore: If you had a chance to know who your birth parents are and meet them, would you?

To Boldore: Also, Denks says hi

From Boldore: Hey Kami!

"Kiri says hi!" He smiled brighter and went back to his work.

From Boldore: That's actually one of the things I wanted to talk to you about but, I've already met mine. They reached out sometime after I turned thirteen, they're super young which is why they gave me up but I don't keep in touch with them. They told me they're happy I have a good home because that's all they hoped for and I haven't talked to them since

From Boldore: How did it go with your birth mom though??

To Boldore: I met her before yesterday, I met her when I was twelve and yesterday I kinda had to go see her at the police station because she got arrested for stalking me again

From Boldore: Woah hold up, AGAIN?

To Boldore: Yeah but it's okay because we're getting another restraining order in place, a lot of stuff happened in the past and I'm okay not having her in my life

To Boldore: But my dads told me that if I want, we can find out who my birth dad is and I might be able to meet him

To Boldore: What do you think I should do?

From Boldore: Sorry I'm still processing all of that

From Boldore: I think you should, clearly the situation can't get any worse

From Boldore: The worst thing that could probably happen is you hit a dead end

To Boldore: Thank you

I put my phone down to see Denki looking at me intently.

"Are you sure everything's okay?" I nodded and grabbed my work again.

"Yeah, I just got caught up talking to Kiri about adoption stuff. I needed his opinion on something since he's been through it. Short version, I might meet my birth dad." The blond's eyes looked ready to pop out of his head as he set his work down again.

"Really? Do you want to?" I shrugged.

"I don't know. That's what I was getting his opinion on." He nodded.

"Do you want my opinion?" I nodded and put my work down as well. "I think you should do it if you want to but only if you're ready. It just seems like one of those things where you'll know when the time is right type of deals." I smiled softly as I thought his words over.

"Thank you." He gave me a blinding smile, the action only making mine widen.

"Of course! And sorry for falling asleep on the phone last night.." He sheepishly apologized.

"It's okay, it was a little past midnight when you fell asleep, you clearly needed it." He blushed a bit and turned his head, his mouth opening to say something before he stopped himself. "What?"

"The only other time I fell asleep that quick is when we were at Kiri's." I blushed and looked around to avoid looking at how adorable he is.

"If you ever need someone to fall asleep on the phone with, I'm usually up." He blushed this time and gave me a very flustered nod.

[docwritesshit]

Who needs a Soulmate when I got you? (Prt.7)

Author note: longest series so far, and I still have one more part after this, maybe more if I don't focus on other stories and forget about this one lol. Enjoy while I suffer at another long rehearsal.

“Ugghhhh, I hated thaattt.” Momma whined. I rolled my eyes, patting his head in comfort. He was booted in the second round of the festival again, in his third year no less. Me and Kendo guided him to relive his sorrows with food, enjoying the stalls open. I was pleased to see merch is already being made for the third year students close to graduatation, picking up a Deku plush for Eri.

I walked by another booth, picking up some yaki soba when I felt a little wrecking ball crash into my legs.

“Oof- Hello to you too Eri.” I said, picking up the small bulldozer and settling her on my hip. She giggled, holding onto my waist.

“Little rascal, you gotta give me a heads up.” The voice of our father came behind us.

“But it’s Kusari, my sister! I wanted to see her!” She exclaimed. Kendo cooed while Monoma stuffed his face to hide the fact he was smiling the tiniest bit. I laughed, handing Eri over to Aizawa to grab my own food.

“I don’t mind, just be sure you are near at least one of us ok Eri?” I assured her. She nodded eagerly. I chuckled, taking my first bite of food.

“I suppose you wouldn’t spare a bite for your disabled guardian?” Aizawa asked jokingly.

“Oh sorry pops, I thought you ran on jelly packets.” I quipped. He exhaled a sigh of disappointment, but nodded. I chuckled, taking another taste of the savory noodles.

I waved Kendo and Monoma goodbye, walking along with my father and sister, exploring even more stalls and joking with each other. It was all bliss, sweet sweet bliss. The happy moments of family bonds I ached to have since I was young. I was soaking up every second.

“Hey dad, you wanna see if they are any dessert stalls around?” I asked, turning to face him.

“As long as we get a caramel apple for Eri at Class 3-A’s stall, sure.”

“I would prefer that you stop talking that way to my daughter.” A voice behind us said. My breath hitched. My hands started shaking. No, it couldn’t be…

“Excuse me?” Aizawa's voice hardened, turning to the person speaking. I couldn’t face him. Couldn’t look him in the eyes he and I both share. The orchid ones that darken whenever I entered a room.

“I said, get away from my daughter.”

I finally turned around when I felt Eri tug at my pants. Both of my biological parents were there, standing in formal attire even in almost summer weather. They finally notice I looked back.

“Are you not going to greet your father?” Mr.Masayoshi asked with such warmth I haven’t heard before from him. The warmth I had once wanted from him. The warmth I already gotten with Aizawa and Eri, my true family.

“Who’s father are you, because you are certainly not mine.” I snapped, taking a step forwards them.

“Watch your tongue!” He snapped right back, taking two steps forward. I locked eyes with him, clenching my fists.

“Apologies Mr. Masayoshi, I forgot I was supposed to always call you that.” I said. Aizawa stepped up, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“I see we all have things to discuss, may we do it in a more private setting?” He suggested, squeezing my shoulder a bit.

“Dear, let’s try this somewhere else..” My mother urged my father. He pushed her aside, reaching for my wrist before Aizawa grabbed his.

“I see. Well, let me break a few things down for you, Detective Masayoshi.” He said, tightening his grip to earn a grunt from his captive.

“First of all, the moment you kicked Kusari on the streets as a child, she became no one’s child. Second, you gave all the legal documents you had on her to the city archive’s, and they were all blank. Finally, because of this, I became her guardian when I got the adoption papers back from the court. So she is my daughter, not yours.”

Mr. Masayoshi grumbled, pulling his hand away and rubbing his wrist.

“She just often locked out and wandered off, we didn’t abandon her.”

“BULL SHIT YOU DIDN”!” I roared. This got us glances from people around us.

“I came home to a locked door and a note saying leave or we will call the cops. I wandered the streets for years, living off scarps and getting kicked around like a ball. I even got caught up in the fucking yakuza for goodness sake! I WAS NEVER YOUR DAUGHTER! You only come crawling back as soon as my future seems bright, when I’m gonna be a hero, something you said I could never be! I’m so done with your fake smiles and fake concern, fake fake fake. You should have left me alone whne you had the chance.” I said, picking up Eri from the ground. Poor girl was shutting down, hiding behind her hair like back with Chisaki.

“I’m sorry Eri, I’m not mad at you,” I mumbled, hugging her while she nestled her head into my shoulder.

“I think we are done here.” Aizawa said, looking back to my biological parents.

“If you’ll excuse us, we have some others who we need to see.”

Aizawa led us away, assuring me he would ban the parents from any future events in UA and get a restraining order if deemed necessary. I nodded along, trying to comfort Eri. It’s been a bit since she was like this.

“Will you be taken away from me sissy?” She whispered.

“No darling, never. I will not ever let anything get between you and me. I promise you.”

She looked up, glancing at Aizawa.

“Will she?”

Aizawa shook his head, “Not as long as I have you under my wings.” He gave her a kiss on the forehead, one for me as well.

“Ok. Can we get a caramel apple now?” Her spirits lifted, eyes now sparkling. Me and Aizawa chuckled

“Of course, as many as you want.”

[bokubooo-archived]

kirishima e. — my love

kirishima bf hcs <3 class 1a!gn!reader

— you can not carry a SINGLE thing when he's around. he's always taking bags and boxes to carry for you, he's gotta be manly for you!

— so many kisses. he'll press a little smooch anywhere, there was a time where he laid with his head in your lap and he gently took your hand, pressing a little kiss to the tips of each of your fingers

— he loves when you help dye his hair, sometimes he rubs some of the dye onto his fingers and rubs it on your nose or in your hair

— loves sneaking up on you and wrapping his arms around your waist or picking you up bridal style out of nowhere

— sometimes will randomly bite you (not hard tho, he knows he's got them shark teeth, just lightly enough it doesn't actually hurt)

— likes to show of his strength by picking you up with one arm

— mans constantly asks if you think he's manly (he needs reassurance from his love <3)

— asks you to help him workout (mostly consists of you sitting on his back while he does push-ups and sometimes he'll hold you across his shoulders while doing squats)

— loves when you braid his hair

— probably asked you out either through a love letter or learned "go out with me?" in sign language

— dude is a LITERAL PUPPY. always looks so sad when you have to leave him even for little things. probably sprawls himself across your lap or just lays on top of you to prevent you from leaving. he's always giving you little gifts too

— loves when you pet his hair. it's calming and makes him giddy (like I said, he's like a puppy)

— almost had a heart attack when you said you loved him, his soul left his body and then his face was as red as his hair. then he got pouty because he wanted to say it first

— randomly picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder to carry you somewhere, even if you're fully capable of walking yourself

— whenever 1a is attacked by villains, his first thought is always you, if you were safe, and how he'd get to you, he's desperate to protect you

— when he first saw you after the training camp attack, he barreled into you and just held you, he was scared he would lose you too if he let go

— when you explained to him how terrifying it was for you when he left to rescue Bakugou he felt extremely guilty and did everything to make it up to you

— has all of your favorite things memorized by heart, from your coffee order to your favorite flower, he knows ALL of them

— first date was a walk in the park ended with star-gazing

— the class didn't know you were dating until kaminari walked in on you two kissing, then he practically screamed it to the whole class. oh well, good thing you weren't necessarily looking to be secretive about your relationship

— this man is SO cheesy and shameless. he does not care if you are alone or with a friend or chatting with another student, he will walk up behind you and press kisses to your cheeks or use bad pick-up lines on you and make you so flustered

— really protective of you, like, really really protective of you

— always comes rushing to your aid if you say "ow" as if you were dying

— kiri actually attempted to bite monoma bc he started talking trash about you and a few other 1a students, you had to hold him back (which was a real struggle)

— annoying bakugou with the rest of the bakusquad, you also end up tagging along on most bakusquad hang-outs, outings, etc. you might as well be in the bakusquad at this point

— you guys go into animal shelters and such for dates, fight me

[tamakiuwwdweeb]

Real Smooth ~ Hitoshi Shinso 🌺☁️

TW; jokes about being kitty :>

Summary; Monoma can be an ass. Shinso finally had enough after picking on his crush.

Having a quirk that gives cat ears and a tail wasn’t exactly the type of one they’d expected to want to become a pro hero that saves people. But y/n decided to fight back, she knew her capabilities were of those worthy of being a pro in the hero industry. Yet daily y/n was faced with criticism and torment everyday by the one and only Monoma, the one guy she’d made a habit now of disliking to the full extent.

“What happens if you see a feather while on a job, gotta be irresistible to a little kitty.” Monoma joked while the rest of class just sighed with a blind eye to the girl with her ears down and tail curled.

All but one at least.

“Don’t listen to him, he’s just an idiot anyways.” The purple headed shy boy sat down in the seat beside y/n who watched him curiously.

“It’s okay, I’m use to it now.” Y/n quickly looked away when she accidentally seen he caught her starring at him.

“What’s your quirk?” Upon the question, Monoma just smirked thinking he was about to put y/n under his quirk.

“She’s just a stupid ca-” Monoma was cut off as his eyes went foggy.

“Apologize.” Shinso ordered Monoma with anger lacing his tone.

“I’m very sorry y/n for what I’ve done and said, you’re quirk is much stronger than mine and so I was intimidated. Please forgive me.” Monoma begged as shinso just kept his focus on sending Monoma daggers with his eyes.

“I think that’ll be good enough.” Shinso smirked to y/n who hid behind her hand to cover the laughs wanting to escape her mouth. “Wouldn’t you say so?”

“Pfft, yeah I think that’s perfect.” Her broken giggles made Shinso smile and feel warm inside, basking in the brightness her expression gave to the room.

“Eh? The hell did you do to me!? That not a-” On que kendo swiftly knocked Monoma out somewhat.

“Sorry about him, y/n. You’re amazing, just ignore him.” Kendo dragged Monoma away, leaving shi so and y/n at the back of the class together.

“You okay?” His voice was quiet as he questioned y/n.

“Yeah, thank you for that shinso, you’re too kind.” Y/n’s ears twitched as her face turned pink shortly after realizing he was looking at her with a gaze that made her stomach do flips.

“I’d do it a thousand times over. I really like your quirk by the way, it’s amazing…” shinso smiled as her tail brushed past him.

“Oh, thank you!” She jumped when her tail accidentally brushed him. “I like yours a lot too , you’re crazy strong.”

“Heh, that’s a first. Usually people reactions aren’t that… positive.” He laughed slightly, watching her tail move slowly side to side.

“Well people don’t usually see mine as a hero’s quirk, they think like Monoma that I’m just gonna get short minded like actual cat.” Her fists balled up with irritation remembering what he was saying before.

“Hey…” Shinso placed his hand on top of her balled fists. “It’s okay, don’t let him upset you. You’re amazing, I mean it.” He spoke with such sincerity that it made her face turn red rather than pink.

“Thanks…” y/n tried her best to turn away and hide from her own embarrassment, but shinso just smirked and held her hands tighter.

“I don’t think you understand fully how amazing you are, y/n.” He spoke, using his index finger to pull her face towards him to look in his eyes. “How about we go to that new café and study for the next test?”

“So a-”

“A study date, yeah. If you’re down of course.” Shinso seemed to doubt himself for a second, wondering if he should just use his quirk and make her forget.

“Okay, I’d like that actually.” Y/n’s tail picked up in pace, looping around his arm with excitement. “That sounds perfect.” Her smile seemed to block out all other voices and anyone nearby them.

“I-great! Okay, that’s great.” Shinso let out a deep breath he’d been unconsciously holding the entire time. “Today after classes?”

“Okay, I’ll meet you out front?” She began to gather her items for lunch.

“Yeah, I’ll meet you outside.” They both stood up at the same time, their faces accidentally ended up extremely near each other.

“Great.” Shinso held his breath, glancing down at her lips before back up to her eyes again.

“Perfect…” she mumbled, doing just the same.

“I’ll catch you later, cute little kitty.” He smirked and kissed her cheek quickly before retreating out to lunch, leaving y/n smiling widely with her tail wrapped around her torso.

~~~~~~~~~~

Hi! So of course characters rights are to MHA, if you have inspiration from any of my stories you’re welcome to write your own short/normal stories, just please give credit where it’s due! Copyrights of story line is my own, so again if you create something from inspiration this posts gives, just please tag and credit me <3

☁️ Much love to everyone. Stay healthy and safe out there bby ☁️

Also if you know me, you don’t. ;-;

[touyasdoll]

Shinosu who has a massive crush on you and you have a massive crush on him, but he treats you like your nothing to him. When he tries to confess to you, he finds you and Monoma holding hands and kissing.

Ooh I'm just getting to tolerating Monoma lol so this'll be interesting, but I love this!! 💜 Ty! 💕

Too Late

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x reader, teensy bit of Monoma x reader

Genre: angst

Notes: College AU

"Hey," you smiled at Shinsou, hoisting the strap of your backpack onto your solider. "I heard you're trying out for the hero course? That's awesome."

"Yeah," he didn't offer any further elaboration, continuing to pack up his things.

"Oh, well I think you're gonna do great. You should get in for sure," you sat against the edge of the desk, looking up at him through your lashes, letting your eyes linger over his buff torso and muscular arms. "You've really bulked up since this time last year. You must be working out a lot."

"Mhm. Gotta get to the gym now, actually," he slung his bag over his shoulder, heading for the door.

"Wait!" You called after him, speed-walking to catch up with him as he barely slowed his pace. "I, uhm, I was gonna have a few people over tonight to study for the exam on Monday. I figured we could all just chill afterwards, y'know? Monoma and Kami are coming for sure. Would you maybe like to come too?"

"I, uh," he shrugs, "I don't know. I think I'm busy tonight, sorry. See you around." He didn't even bother looking in your direction as he shot the invite down, turning suddenly on his heel to head the way opposite where you were going.

"Oh, 'kay." You sighed, well after he was out of earshot and trudged back to your dorm room.

//two weeks later//

Having learned that he would finally be part of the hero course had Shinsou on a bit of a high. He was feeling like he could handle almost anything that life threw at him that day, so he decided to take on something that had been plaguing him for months now.

He was finally going to ask you out.

The question of when had finally been decided. He'd been trying to find the perfect time to do it, because he was fairly certain that you were interested in him too. The flirting had become pretty obvious, even to your mutual friend, Kaminari, who was definitely trying to play matchmaker at this point.

The timing had been all wrong up until now though. He had to focus on moving up into the hero course. That's the entire reason he came to this university; he couldn't just blow his shot. But now that all that was out of the way? He had all the freedom in the world to focus on what he hoped might be a solid relationship.

You both had so much in common. It was easy to be around you, to talk to you. You'd never showed any skepticism toward him, even knowing full-well what his quirk was. You'd actually go out of your way to talk to him, he'd noticed.

He thought it was adorable too. How you'd take a little longer to pack up your bag, so you could stay and chat with him while everyone else filed out of the lecture hall in a hurry. How you would always end up near Kaminari's dorm when you knew he was going to be over for their weekly gaming session together.

It was so sweet and he appreciated you that much more for all the extra effort you put in just to talk to him when most people usually went out of their way to avoid a conversation with him altogether.

He was excited to see you tonight, knowing that you'd probably already be in Kaminari's dorm, helping him study as an excuse to be there when he arrived. His lips curled up into a smile as he knocked on the door, half-expecting you to answer. He was a little disappointed, but not the least bit fazed when the blonde opened the door.

What unsettled him was the expression on Denki's face. His usual happy-go-lucky grin was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he looked almost apologetic?

"What's going on?" He peered into the room, his heart sinking as he realized you weren't anywhere to be found.

"I'm sorry, man. I think you waited too long," Denki's lips pitched to the side, his eyes sympathetic.

"What do you mean?"

///

Shinsou was never usually in a hurry to get across campus, electing to take his time to get to wherever he needed to be. Tonight though, was an exception. He was weaving through crowds, pushing past people who seemingly refused to just get the fuck out of his way. He was on a mad dash to your dorm.

He just had to know that Kaminari wasn't messing with him. There was no way. No way, right? I mean, he wasn't your type. You'd never even spared him a passing glance, especially not when he would have been there to witness it.

Or had you? Had he missed it? Was something budding there while he was distracted? Had he taken your affections entirely for granted?

The sight of you, hands interlaced with Monoma, his lips pressed gently to yours, confirmed his worst fears.

And what could he do about it? When had this happened? Could he fix it? Could he--could he get you back?

Were you ever really his to begin with? Did he have the right?

He stumbled back, shaking his head as if that would change the vision in front of him. The car crash that he couldn't tear his eyes away from. The way he cupped your cheek so delicately and pressed a kiss to your nose. The sound of your infectious giggle salved his wounds for a fleeting moment.

But the sneer that Monoma threw over his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around you waist, leading you off towards his own dorm, that cut him right back open.

[lovely-angst]

sucker punch

chapter 207-210 spoilers below!

word count: 2141

genre: angst in the middle and extreme fluff at the end

summary: monoma talks shit about bakugou and it gets on your nerves so much you landed a punch on him.

11.08.20

-

Round four had just started, meaning it was Bakugou’s turn in the battle. You had no doubt in your mind he would come up on top, but you were slightly nervous to see how he would do in a group. 

Staring up at the large screen that displayed the battle, you watched eagerly to see how your boyfriend would do. 

You knew him to be hot headed, loud and at times uncooperative, but seeing him on screen jumping in to save his teammates, you could feel yourself falling more in love with him.

It wasn’t even just that he saved his teammates, but how much faith and trust his teammates had in him, knowing that he would be able to bring the team to victory. 

No more than five minutes later, Bakugou and his team would come out the winners. 

Squealing as you see Bakugou emerge from the gates, you sprint over to him before launching yourself in his arms for a hug. “Katsuki! Congrats on the win! You were so amazing!” Bakugou let out a chuckle before resting his hands on your back.

“It was a piece of cake,” he scoffed, looking down at your happy face as you leaned back. “You looked so cool out there you know,” you say quietly, causing his cheeks to redden, turning his head away from you. “You don’t gotta tell me, I know.”

“Hey, get a room you love birds!” Mina shouts, causing the two of you to jump away from each other embarrassed. Walking towards the class, they all gathered around the round four winners, bombarding them with congratulations. 

It wasn’t long after when the fifth and last round had just started. Standing beside Bakugou, he watched the screen intently, focusing on Midoriya, his lifelong friend and rival. 

“Watching Midoriya, huh?,” you say with a cheeky smile before Bakugou shoved you away playfully. A chuckle left your lips before you made your way back to his side, focusing on the screen. 

The screen had focused on an interaction with Monoma and Midorya before Monoma’s words caught your attention.

“If you’re his friend, tell me this,” he starts cheekily, “How can Bakugou smile without a care when he’s the reason for the downfall of the Symbol of Peace?” 

Your eyes widen and your breath hitched in your throat as you heard the words coming from the dirty blond’s mouth. Your face scrunched up in anger and disgust and before you could do or say anything, Bakugou placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Leave it, (Name). Don’t let anything that comes out of his annoying ass mouth get to you,” he says, less angry than you would have thought he would be on the situation. Pouting, you glance back towards the screen, your arms crossing, “That jerk doesn’t know anything about you.”

-

Thankfully, Midoriya’s group won the last battle earning the title of champions for Class A. As the two classes were mingling before it was time to leave, you removed yourself from the group to look for Monoma. 

Upon seeing his blond hair amongst his class, you walked over and tapped on his shoulder, “Monoma?” you say gently, watching as he turned around. 

“Well, if it isn’t (Name)! Class A’s princess!” Monoma cried dramatically, earning a frown from you. “Did you come here to congratulate me on my spectacular battle?” 

At this point, he had grabbed the attention of both classes as they focused their attention on the two of you, much to your dismay for what was to come next.

“Actually, I came to do this,” you say with a friendly smile on your lips. 

Shifting your foot back, you swung your right arm powerfully, landing a strong punch onto Monoma’s cheek, causing him to fall backward on his bottom. The students gasped in shock upon your sudden aggression, quickly running over towards the two of you.

Before you could launch yourself on the male, Jiro quickly came to hold you back, causing you to squirm in her hold. “Jiro! Let me go!”

“(Name)! Stop it! You could get suspended!” Jiro cried, holding you beneath the arms, trying to stop your flailing body. 

“Say that it was Bakugou’s fault one more time!” you shouted loudly, catching the teacher’s attention as you continue to flail in Jiro’s hold. “You think he asked to be kidnapped by the league?” 

“Nothing is Bakugou’s fault! He works his butt off all the time in training and in school so he can reach the top! Even the villains saw strength and power in him! If that doesn’t prove how strong and amazing he is, then you need to get your facts checked!” You shout, glaring at Monoma, who held his cheek, staring at you from the ground.

“So, how about you use your brain next time instead of that stupid, annoying mouth of yours!” you finish off before silence filled the air. Students from both classes watched, stunned as they listened to your strong words. 

After you finally stopped struggling against her hold, Jiro let your arms down as you turned on your heel, walking away with a huff. 

“Also!” the students jumped at your sudden yell, watching as you quickly spin on your heel. “Next time, I won’t be so easy on you! I’ll make sure to knock you out cold!” you finish, turning back around.

You could hear Kendo lecturing Monoma in the back as you walked over towards your class. 

“I didn’t think you had it in you, (Name)!” Kaminari exclaims excitedly. “That was so badass of you! Definitely showing how superior Class A is, right?” You give them a sheepish smile, slightly embarrassed from the scene you had caused.

Meanwhile, the teachers stood in the back, watching amused. Aizawa sighed as Midnight lit up at the entertainment. 

“These first years are really something!” She says, earning a nod from All Might. “A little too much sometimes..”

-

It was finally the end of the exhausting but amusing day. The students had all already gone to bed, but you were still busy cleaning, refusing help from any of your classmates. 

Unfortunately for you, Aizawa had assigned you clean up duty for a week for punching another student, but you took on the assignment with no regrets. 

It was worth it. 

Grabbing all the trash, you were about to head outside towards the dumpsters until a sight caught your attention. 

“Katsuki? You’re still up?” a smile made its way onto your lips as Bakugou walked over towards you before grabbing half of the trash bags from you. “I was waiting for you but forgot you had clean up duty,” he mumbled and you gave him a sympathetic smile.

“Sorry, I was trying to hurry, but with Class B mingling here, I guess it took a bit longer than expected,” you say as the two of you made your ways down the halls towards the main doors. “Yaomomo and the others offered to help. Even Kendo offered because of Monoma, but I got myself in this situation, so I wanted to do it myself.” 

Reaching the dumpster, Bakugou held the lid to the dumpster open for you to toss your trash in. “I guess this punishment isn’t too bad for punching another student,” you joke, glancing up at him with a cheeky smile. 

Only, Bakugou looked down at you with an expression you couldn’t read.

“Katsuki? Is everything okay?” you asked, placing your hand in his with a squeeze. His red eyes gaze over your features silently before you lead him over towards the steps in front of the main doors.

“We can stay out here a little longer. They won’t notice.” 

Staring up at the stars that lit up the sky, you hummed quietly as you waited for Bakugou to talk. Turning to glance over at Bakugou, his eyes catch yours and you offer him a smile before he looks away with a pout.

“You didn’t have to do that you know,” his states, playing with his hands, seeing how you turned your body to face him from the corner of his eyes. “Do what? Stay with you outside? It’s fine, I-”

“Defend me from that idiot Monoma,” Bakugou says, cutting you off. Your eyes widen before you lean towards him, “Oh, does it bother you? I’m sorry, I just thought that he deserved it.” you glanced down ashamed, hands on your knees with pursed lips. “He had it coming though...”

“I know that idiot spews out dumb shit, but,” a heavy sigh escapes his lips before his brows knit together frustrated and slightly upset, “was he wrong though? About the fall of All Might...” 

“Katsuki!” you scold, mouth agape as you stare at him in shock. Your hands automatically find their way onto his cheeks, forcing him to glance into your eyes. “Don’t say that,” your voice is small and fragile as a heartbroken expression crosses your face. 

His red eyes fall back down as your eyes flicker across his broken expression. Your heart clenches as you bring your hands down to hold his.

“It is not your fault and will never be your fault. Did you not hear everything I said about you? Every word I said was true, Katsuki. So why would you listen to his lies?” you say desperately, but Bakugou avoided your eyes.

“Is it your fault that the villains wanted you? Is it your fault you got kidnapped?” Leaning towards him more, you try to get him to look into your eyes. “Katsuki,” you say firmly, watching the hesitation in his eyes.

“Please look at me,” your eyes watch his red ones, watching the hesitations that run across his eyes. “Please,” your voice is barely above a whisper as you ask once more. And when his eyes finally lock onto yours, you give him a small smile.

“I love you so much, Katsuki. Please don’t talk about yourself like this.” His brows furrow before he leans his head onto your shoulder, his blond hair tickling your cheek. 

“You hold so much potential and strength—use it to prove people like Monoma wrong.” your hands wrap around his back, running up and down comfortingly. 

“You know, seeing you work with your team today made me really happy,” you confess with a smile, leaning your head on his. “You’ve grown so much as a person this year too. Your off so far ahead already, it almost seems impossible to catch up to you.”

Bakugou suddenly pulls away from your hold, his large hands cupping your cheeks gently before he presses a warm kiss onto your lips. 

Your cheeks heat up from his sudden affection as his thumb caresses your cheek, “Don’t be stupid (Name),” Bakugou says, “I could never catch up to you. You’re just so...perfect.”

Before you could reply, Bakugou presses another kiss onto your forehead before he pulls you up onto your feet. “We better get back before we get in trouble,” his hand latches onto yours as he takes you inside. 

Your heart is still doing backflips in your chest as you tried to process his words, his actions and by the time you knew it, you were already outside your dorm room. 

Turning to face Bakugou, you lean up to hug him, pressing a soft kiss onto his forehead. “I love you,” you say quietly with a smile as Bakugou offers a small one back, his hands resting on your waist. 

“Yeah, I love you too,” he says with rosy cheeks as a soft giggle escapes your lips. “Thanks for today..for defending me and for everything you said. Monoma really did deserve that punch, huh?”

You laugh louder this time, glancing up at him so contentedly. “Maybe I should’ve actually knocked him out, though he wouldn’t have gotten to hear my speech though.” you joke as the two of you share laughter. 

You look up at him one last time before breaking away, stepping towards your door. “Goodnight, Katsuki.” 

Before you could get too far, Bakugou pulled you back into his arms, pressing his lips against yours one last time before he pulled away, your breaths mingling together as your eyes looked into each others. 

“I love you,” he confessed one last time. “so fucking much.” His arms tighten around you as your brows arch in awe. “I love you so much too, Katsuki,” you say with a sweet smile as Bakugou finally loosened his hold on you. 

Opening the door to your room, you turn over your shoulder to give him a wave before stepping in and closing the door, leaving Bakugou alone in the hall.

Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he walked down to his room, a shy smile playing on his lips.

He was such a sucker for you.

[ushiwakaout]

Things I believe Bakugo Katsuki would say if you dated (from the moment you wake up to the moment you fall asleep)

Reflect quirk! reader (like monoma they are able to use other people’s quirks but just like a mirror, you’re able to replicate your opponents quirk twice as strong, it’s more like a forcefield that deflects power)

“Hey, Idiot wake up, you gotta go back to your room before erased head finds out.” (4:40 am)

“I don’t wanna get in trouble so hurry up.”

“Let go of me you brat!”

“Fine just, let go... I’ll walk you to your room.”

“Hurry up, i don’t wanna get caught.”

“Don’t kiss me in the hallways.”

“I said no-”

“Fine, fine, just stop looking at me like that jeez.”

“Wait hold on, do you wanna train with me, you’re getting sloppy at combat.”

“Ow! What the hell did you hit me for!”

“What do you mean you don’t need-“

*pinches your nose pretty hard*

“What if you lose your quirk huh?! you know that’s a possibility now right!”

“I want you to be able to fight for yourself now get changed and meet me downstairs.”

*will 100% not go easy on you but neither will you*

“Just because you pinned me down doesn’t mean you win.” (5:40 am)

“What time is it already?”

“We should probably hit the showers...”

“No you can’t shower with me! You crazy?!”

“Come on let’s go.”

*will push you off him so he can pick you up and have an excuse to keep holding your hand*

“Hey! Blow dry my hair.” (6:00 am)

“Stop calling me a pomeranian!”

*Bites you*

“You the one who keeps calling me dog, so i’ll act like one!”

*kisses the hand he bit*

“Now you sit down, it’s your turn.”

*he’ll never address it but he loves pampering you*

“Keep you head still jumpy.”

“Stop complaining that it’s too warm, it’s a blow drier, it’s supposed to be warm.”

“You smell good.”

“I didn’t say shit!”

“You’re hearing things, did you clean your ears right?”

“Come on let’s go get breakfast.” (6:30 am)

“What are you looking at shitty hair!”

*you sit in his desk while waiting for aizawa to get to class*

tenya: “Y/n, the table is not a seat, please go sit down!”

*bakugo pulling you into his lap*

“Their sitting on their seat now four eyes.”

*two minutes before the bell rings he pushes you off and taps your thighs*

“Go sit down.” (7:28 am)

*will glace at you during class even if he has to look back at you*

*during break you don’t leave class and he makes i sit on his lap again*

“Did you bring any snacks?” (10:30 am)

“Give me.”

*will eat half of your snacks bc he’s a growing boy and he’s always hungry*

“Did you finish this weeks homework.”

“If you didn’t understand then why didn’t you ask me.”

“I won’t yell at you idiot, you’re not shitty hair, pikachu or soy sauce.”

“Just tell me when you need help, i don’t mind.”

“Go back to your seat, the bells gonna ring any minute now.” (11:00 am)

*if you sit in front of him instead of hagakure, he draws on your back with his finger*

“What did i draw? *whispering* nope, i drew a crown.”

*working in groups*

“What’d you get for the answer?”

“Yeah thats fine, i got that too. Mmm- you missed this right here.”

*always corrects your homework and explains it bc he doesn’t want you to fail test*

“Understand? Good.”

“Yeah, good job baby.”

“I DIDNT SAY ANYTHING!!!”

“Let’s get lunch, come on before the spicy noddles run out.” (1:00 pm)

“It’s not that spicy, don’t be a crybaby.”

“Here, drink some milk.”

“Don’t ask why i got milk, shut up.”

“What’d you get?”

“Give me some.”

“You want more noodles?”

“You’re not gonna finish that?”

“Shitty hair, eat their food before it goes to waste.”

“Grab me a water while you’re up?”

“Thanks.”

*after eating he holds your hand under the table while he talks to kirishima*

“What are you- ?”

“Don’t fall asleep on my shoulder, you lazy bum.”

kirishima: “i think they fell asleep.”

“shut up, i know.”

*doesn’t wake you up until the bell does*

“Good morning lazy ass.” (2:00 pm)

“Come on, let’s get to class.”

“No im not.... *sighs* fine, shut up, i said fine... Get on ny back.”

“Shut up shitty-hair!”

“Get down, you’re heavy.”

“HEY! I was joking you shit.”

*kisses your head before getting into the classroom*

*if you’re paired up with bakugo to spar, people get a little afraid bc you both tend to go overboard*

“DIE!!!”

“You missed.”

“You barely touched me.”

“COME BACK HERE!!!”

*both of you end up in the nurses office bruised*

“Stop apologizing, you barely grazed me.”

you: “bakugo, i literally used you’re explosion against you and you flew across the room...”

“Like i said, i’m fine.” (4:30 pm)

“Come on let’s go back to the dorm.”

*kisses your head again*

*doesn’t hold your hand but his hand is on your lower back as he walks with you to the dorms*

“Head into the showers, i’ll meet you back i’m my room.”

*you don’t knock when going into his room.*

you: “Are you reading shojo?”

“Tell anyone and i’ll kill you.”

you: “....continue.”

*cuddling while he’s reading shojo*

“Did you eat yet?” (5:30 pm)

“No? Come on i’ll make you dinner.”

“What do you want?”

*bakugo cooking katsudon and izuku comes out sniffing it out*

izuku: “is that katsudon?”

“Yeah, hands off! It’s for y/n!”

*izuku stealing some of your food but it’s not stealing bc you said it was fine*

“HEY! I SAID HANDS OFF DEKU!!!”

izuku: “I’m sorry kacchan!”

“We sleeping in your room or mine?”

“Why do i gotta pick, i asked you.”

*cuddling in your room while he reads one of your favorite shojo*

“Shut up and go to sleep.” (7:00 pm)

“What do you mean it’s early?”

“I’m not a goody two shoes for sleeping at 8.”

“I will leave.”

*you make fun of him and he leaves*

*bakugo ten minutes later in front of your door w his pillow*

“I can’t sleep...” (8:10 pm)

“Shut up and let me sleep already.”

*he holds you while his head is deep in your chest, hands under your shirt and keeping you warm*

*wakes up from a nightmare*

“Shit- shit.... I’m sorry.... I- I didn’t mean to scare you.” (1:00 am)

“I’m fine i just... just stay with me alright?”

“Just shut up and hold me.”

“yeah whatever.... i love you too- i guess.”

*please caress his hair, it helps him fall asleep faster... he also falls asleep while holding your hand and NO YOU CANT LET GO bc it’ll wake him up*

[illegal-spiegel]

MHA boys’ reactions to you asking them to open your drink

Genre: crack, fluff? Warnings: none A/N: don’t ask me what this is lmao

Bakugo:

laughs in your face before seeing you pout

he huffs and snatches the bottle from your hand, opening in .2 seconds 

you make that joke 

“I loosened it for you...”

“Whatever you say, loser.”

Kirishima:

“Of course I’ll open it for you! It wouldn’t be very manly of me if I couldn’t do that for you, after all!”

ngl he struggles for a second before getting it 

“Here you go, (Y/n)!” he says cheerfully as he hands it over to you with a smile 

Kaminari: 

stares at you for a moment before puffing his chest out and taking the drink from you 

“You got it, babe. I’ll open this for you easy peasy.” 

yeah, he can’t open it either 

he refuses to admit it though 

“Just give me another minute! No, don’t get Kirishima!”

Todoroki:

stares at the bottle like it personally slapped you across the face

“I’ll handle it, (Y/n).” 

he takes the bottle and opens it a little roughly

if you want the drink colder, he’ll gladly cool it for you 

Deku:

is so honored that you’d ask him to help you

“You want me to open it? Oh! Okay! Sure!”

baby boy struggles for a second before screwing it off 

“There you go! Ooh, that brand is actually really good!”

he then proceeds to ramble about how good all of their different drinks are 

Iida:

“I’d be happy to help my classmate when they’re in such a predicament!” he agrees instantly, taking the bottle from you to open it 

this man is BEEFED up and for what 

opens it with such ease that you, for some reason, weren’t expecting it 

“Let me know if you ever need help again, okay?”

Aoyama:

“You want moi to open this for you, mon cheri? But of course you’d ask moi!”

struggles even more than you do 

eventually gives up and sheepishly gives it back to you 

“Why don’t I just buy you something else...”

Shoji:

uses all of his 800 arms to open your drink 

he almost ends up destroying the bottle but it’s fine 

Tokoyami: 

Dark Shadow actually opens it instead of him 

Dark Shadow just wanted to flex, you know how it is 

“I’m glad that I was to some assistance, (Y/n).”

Ojiro: 

he uses his tail which is actually really impressive that he has that much control over it 

you should’ve known though 

he WILL blush if you praise him 

Shinso:

smirks when you ask him 

“Sure, I can do it for you, (Y/n). What’s in it for me though?”

yeah, you gotta bargain just for him to open your dayum bottle

Monoma: 

will laugh at the fact you are so weak that you can’t open a bottle on your own 

glare at him or pout and he’ll stfu real quick though 

“It’s not that hard...” he mumbles with a blush as he opens it for you

Tamaki:

literally SO nervous to do such a simple task

what if he can’t open it? Will you make fun of him? You’ll think he’s weak 

takes him five minutes just to work up the courage to try and open it 

opens it in a second and starts to blush when you cheer before give his cheek a kiss 

Mirio:

“Yeah, I can open that for you, (Y/n)! You have to give me a hug first though!”

after you give him said hug, he’ll open it for you easy peasy 

he won’t give it back to you until you give him another hug though 

All Might:

Does that mighty laugh of his

“Why, young (Y/n)! I’d be glad to help you!”

Uses like the strength of his nails to get it off I stg

Aizawa:

Yawns as you ask him

“Okay. Give me the bottle,” he agrees, holding out his hand

He gently takes it and opens it with ease and gives it back to you

“Let me know if you need help again. Just don’t wake me up.”

Hawks:

Has a giant smirk as he takes the drink from you

“Of course, I’ll help you,” he coos

Opens it and gulps down half of it before giving it back to you

Shigaraki:

Glares at you when you ask but reluctantly agrees to do so

But the thing is, he can’t do it

He whines about it for a fat minute before Kurogiri just steps in and loosens it before letting him open it the rest of the way

Dabi:

A devious smirk comes to his face as he takes the bottle

He grips it by the top and swings it between your faces as he stares at you

“What do I get in return?”

You have to give him smth good just for him to open the stupid thing

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Mission 2

Recently I read a fanfic on AO3 called Interlude - Class 1-A by @itslivybear and was inspired a bit to write a fic based on that! Well really I got inspiration for a single line (you'll know it when you see it) and then had to write a whole thing to be able to share that one line, but oh well. This is my first time writing a chatfic or even any BNHA content at all, so I hope it doesn't suck! Thanks to @shadesofflame for being an awesome beta!

(Quick FYI in this AU M*neta and Bakugou are replaced with Shinsou and Monoma, sorry for any confusion. Also a name guide can be found at the bottom.)

RockSolid: Um, so.

RockSolid: Remember the missions during the Sports Festival?

PurpleGrape: Oh hell yeah.

PurpleGrape: Still cherish the look on that bastard's face.

Spoderman: jehxgjc Kiri I got it on video!!!

JazzHands: You've had video of the capture of the bounty this whole time and never showed us???

LSD: I thought we were friends Sero!

Spoderman: omg no not that I totally would have shared earlier if i did

Spoderman: im talking about That.

RockSolid: no Sero don't tell them!

RockSolid: it's embarrassing!

PikaCHU: Tell us, tell us!

NYOOM: Kaminari-kun! If Kirishima-kun wishes to keep his privacy, then it is our duty as his classmates to respect that!

Spoderman: ok but consider: he already gave them a major hint and they are about to POUNCE

BreadIsPain: As a witness as well, I must say that Kirishima was si attirant que j'ai failli m'évanouir~*

RockSolid: thanks, I think?

MOMo: To paraphrase Aoyama, he is essentially saying you were very manly, Kirishima!

RockSolid: aw thanks bro!! Don't believe you but thanks!

Spoderman: you take that lack of confidence back I have evidence right here that says you are super fucking manly!

LSD: ok please now we have to know so that we can show Kiri how great he is!!!

MOMo: I must admit that the commentary seen thus far has me rather curious as well.

RockSolid: You guys…

RockSolid: alright then, I'll tell you!

Spoderman: sweet ill pull it up!

RockSolid: bro don't you dare! my story, I get to tell it!

Spoderman: oh yeah of course bro!!

Spoderman: but if after you wanna show it then i am READY.

JazzHands: This is very sweet and all but I am very thirsty for this TEA.

RockSolid: on it!

Kirby: Kiri you've been typing for so long that I'm getting Izuku vibes here.

GreenGrape: Hey!

RockSolid: sorry! this is harder than I thought!

Spoderman: want me to start it off?

RockSolid: you know what, sure.

Spoderman: aight so,

Spoderman: Council, what qualifies as capturing the bounty?

GreenGrape: Guys no the bounty is over please no more bounty-hunting Kacchan.

MOMo: Your objection is noted and overruled, Izuku.

MOMo: For your question, Sero, I do not believe we ever set specific limitations on what qualified, but I was under the impression that it was limited to the Sports Festival. Why do you ask?

Spoderman: just double checking

Spoderman: because my bro here just totally shot both missions out of the park!!!

LSD: gaSP!!!

JazzHands: bOTH?!

RockSolid: no not both!! we have no confirmation for either, technically!

Kirby: Technically? What do you mean by that?

RockSolid: ahhhh ok so Sero and I were eating lunch in the courtyard because it was nice out, right?!

RockSolid: and we were chillin, being bros, birds were singing, all was good.

RockSolid: and then we heard a small explosion before the bounty walked in at the other end of the courtyard and started kicking at the wall.

PikaCHU: omg so angy.

RockSolid: and like fine, we can tune him out, just try to act like he's not there, you know?

RockSolid: But then he started yelling at random people in the courtyard, just acting pissed as hell.

PikaCHU: oMG so ANGY.

RockSolid: and that's just not manly at all, you know? going off on people like that just because you're in a bad mood.

GreenGrape: Yeah… that's Kacchan for you.

RockSolid: so he's making his way around the courtyard now, like everyone needs their daily dose of asshole for him to be happy, and the closer he got the more annoyed I got.

Spoderman: here it comes!

RockSolid: and eventually I get up, because I have had just about enough, and walk right up to him.

RockSolid: he doesn't see me coming, because he was too busy yelling at some girl, and I get right up behind him.

RockSolid: and then I just called out to get his attention, and spun him to face me while making sure I end up between him and the girl.

RockSolid: and well I told him off a little bit and got him to back off then left in a hurry.

RockSolid: and that's it!

Spoderman: oh no you don't

BreadIsPain: Oui! Monsieur Kirishima, you must tell the climax with just as much zest as the build-up!

Spoderman: what he said! no skipping out on the best part!

RockSolid: but!!!

Jacked: No buts, mister. We're all way too invested now for you to back down.

RockSolid: :(

RockSolid: fine! you win!

RockSolid: so uh when I got his attention, I also got my hand onto his shoulder, and used his surprise to knock his feet a bit off balance and pulled him back, but then I ended up with him in my arms and could tell he was about to start yelling so I just…

RockSolid: you know…

RockSolid: flirted?

LSD: oh my GoD this is great!!!

PikaCHU: Hell yeah Kiri! Go get yourself a manz!

RockSolid: I'm not getting a man! He's probably going to kill me the next time he sees me!

Spoderman: i dunno, it took him a good long while to reboot after what you said there

Spoderman: you might have a shot

PurpleGrape: Well if you're not going to get a man out of this, mind telling us what you said so I can bait him next time he tries to be an ass?

RockSolid: uhhh…

RockSolid: I'm nervous.

BreadIsPain: If you will allow me, I shall finish your tale off dazzlingly!

RockSolid: Thanks Aoyama.

BreadIsPain: Bien entendu!

BreadIsPain: While holding him in his arms tightly in a dip, faces inches apart, Monsieur Kirishima leaned impossibly closer to emphasize his point.

RockSolid: oh god I regret everything.

LSD: Hush, it's getting good!

BreadIsPain: With a growl to his voice and his eyes burning above a smirk, he said "You know, you're damn cute when you're angry, but you'd be downright sexy if you shut the fuck up." Then he straightened up to fling the lost soul to the side, and saunter off like the devil was guarding his back, leaving the bounty terribly confused in his wake.

PurpleGrape: Whoa.

PikaCHU: Holy shit?!

RockSolid: what is that description?!?!?!

JazzHands: Kiri that was PERFECT oh my god?!

LSD: It's ART is what it is!

Spoderman: don't forget how red the guy was! Kiri was cool as a cucumber but the other guy couldn't stop blushing after seeing his face!!!

MOMo pinned a message

RockSolid: Yaomomo!!!

MOMo: My apologies, Kirishima, but I felt it only right to ensure easy access to your most manly moment.

LSD: Yeah Kiri! Then one day we can all look back on this and celebrate how everything started!!

RockSolid: How what started???

LSD: E v e r y t h i n g

RockSolid: @Spoderman bro hide me I’m scared.

Spoderman: hey guys, wanna see a GREAT video?

Spoderman: the stars are our main man, Kiri, and the bounty!

PikaCHU: hell yeah!!!

Jacked: Lay it on me.

PurpleGrape: Sure.

JazzHands: Do you really have to ask????

RockSolid: but I already told you what happened!

RockSolid: why do you want to see me being so embarrassing?

PikaCHU: bro we all appreciate you so much of course we want to see you being manly!

LSD: Just from what you all said there is no way you don’t look great in that vid, Kiri!

PikaCHU: gotta give support where support is due!!

PurpleGrape: They’ll all bully Sero into showing them one way or another anyways, might as well give in now.

RockSolid: but...

BreadIsPain: Nous devons vous montrer à quel point vous brillez et dissiper ces pensées douteuses!**

MOMo: I could not have said it better myself, Aoyama!

RockSolid: I don’t even know what he said though?!?!?!?!?!?!

Spoderman: Kiri.

Spoderman: Bro.

Jacked: Well shoot he’s using proper grammar and everything.

Spoderman: Rude.

Spoderman: Anyways Bro.

RockSolid: yeah?

Spoderman: You are epic. This video shows you being epic. And putting an asshole in their place.

Spoderman: You have nothing to be ashamed of, and every reason to be proud. So please let me show the video so that everyone can appreciate you like you deserve bro.

RockSolid: bro…

Spoderman: Bro.

RockSolid: bro -

Spoderman: Bro?

RockSolid: bro!

Spoderman: aight everyone down to the common room its up on the big screen

Spoderman: i have popcorn too

Jacked: Not even gonna question that.

LSD: Finally!!!

JazzHands: Yuss!!!

BreadIsPain: Je vais regarder avec enthousiasme!***

MOMo: As will all of us I’m sure, Aoyama!

RockSolid: Thanks guys!

RockSolid: Now get down here and watch me maybe get a man!

Translations:

*so attractive that I almost swooned.

**We must show you how much you shine, and dispel those self-doubting thoughts!

***I shall excitedly watch!

Guide to names:

GreenGrape - Izuku

PurpleGrape - Hitoshi

CopyCat - Monoma Neito

MOMo - Yaoyorozu Momo

datBoi - Asui Tsuyu

JazzHands - Hagakure Toru

NYOOM - Iida Tenya

SnowWhite - Kouda Kouji

LifeIsPain - Tokoyami Fumikage

BreadIsPain - Aoyama Yuga

Kirby - Uraraka Ochaco

LSD - Ashido Mina

PikaCHU - Kaminari Denki

RockSolid - Kirishima Eijiro

RipHarambe - Ojiro Mashirao

IcyHot - Todoroki Shoto

MuffinMan - Sato Rikido

Octodad - Shouji Mezou

Jacked - Jirou Kyoka

Spoderman - Sero Hanta

[confused-stars]

Kurogiri’s Nanny Service - Part Three: Monoma

(part one) (part two)

It's a comfortable rainy afternoon, and three kids are huddled over a pile of wallets, watches and jewelry on the floorboards of Kurogiri's bar.

Keigo's small wings are puffed up in pride as Himiko admires a bracelet, rhinestones shining in the dim light when she turns it this way and that.

Tomura seems more invested in the wallets, going over the business cards and such with interest, and piling off the money and credit cards separately from the rest of the treasures.

He pauses to stuff a bill into his pocket, and Takami, who is sprawled out in a nearby booth, pries one eye open. "If you wanna have sticky fingers, you gotta be more subtle about it, brat."

How he noticed is beyond Kurogiri entirely. But it's been a point of contention how terrible Tomura really is at stealing. Or any kind of subtlety. He was never trained for that, with his sensei always telling him to just take what he wants by force, but he gets frustrated that Takami seems to catch him every time.

Keigo pouts, even as Tomura puts the money back. "C'mon, To, that's my hard earned haul! You don't even need money."

Tomura rolls his eyes. "Neither do you, beakface. Kurogiri would take care of your stuff, too, if you asked him."

Keigo's hand flies up to his nose and he makes an affronted noise.

"Not how that works, baby bunny," Takami interjects, "Villains don't wanna owe debts. Even to their friends." He gives Kurogiri a glance. " 'specially to their friends."

Kurogiri meets his gaze evenly. "Does that mean I can expect you to pay your tab today?"

Takami throws his head back and laughs as if that was the funniest joke he ever heard.

The children giggle, too.

Traitors, all of them. How is he ever going to make honest villains out of them like this?

Kurogiri decides not to complain about it, because he's the adult here and he'll act like one.

His phone vibrates in his pocket. He knows better than to ignore it, so he glances at the text he's received. It's just coordinates. That's nothing unusual. In fact, it's more common than getting sent actual words as instructions.

"I have to go," he says, already creating a portal in the air.

The children don't even react beyond small noises of acknowledgement. They're already more than used to this, too.

It's only Takami's eyes that bore into the side of Kurogiri's head as he steps through the portal, sharp and predatory. He's been asking questions about the man in charge of Kurogiri and Tomura recently. He's suspicious.

Kurogiri is not allowed to tell him more than necessary, but he understands the concern. Takami is bringing his child here, after all.

And the concern might not be unfounded - Keigo is passionate and clever, already skilled at pickpocketing, and his quirk is incredibly useful and versatile. If he weren't considered a possible future asset, Kurogiri doubts that All for One would be allowing this to continue. He's always been strictly against Tomura socializing with other children his age, or anyone at all. And now he's allowing both Keigo and Himiko. Not to mention the fully grown, dangerous villain. Tomura has never been happier, never been more stable. There has to be some kind of plan at work here that Kurogiri can't see yet. Some kind of additional angle.

The portal vanishes behind Kurogiri; that strange tension of using his quirk, of stretching it out like a well-trained muscle, dissipating at once.

He's standing in a nondescript room that he's been to many times to pick up objects to transport, or have a meeting with All for One outside of his main base of operations. Sometimes they keep prisoners in here.

This time, though, it's empty save for All for One and a small child.

Kurogiri immediately feels part of him soften, even as his guard goes up.

The boy looks to be maybe Himiko's age, six or seven, with neatly combed, blond hair and startlingly grey eyes that look awfully familiar.

"Introduce yourself," All for One says in that gentle tone he usually reserves for Tomura alone.

The child bows politely. "Hello. I'm Monoma Neito, it's nice to meet you." His words and tone are carefully formal, but there's a slight clumsiness in the way he speaks. It's, frankly, adorable. And nothing Kurogiri is used to. None of his children have manners.

"I am called Kurogiri," he replies, "It is a pleasure to meet you as well."

"Are you made of that stuff?" Neito asks pretty much immediately once the very basic niceties are done with. He waves his arms at Kurogiri's form to indicate what he means.

It's a good thing Kurogiri is used to Himiko. And the other children's bluntness, too, to some degree.

"... for the most part," he replies, and then gives All for One a questioning look.

"Neito is my grandson," his master explains, and Kurogiri can't find it in him to be shocked. They do look similar enough. "His parents are out of town on most weekends," All for One continues, "So I offered your services."

Kurogiri wants to sigh. He's not actually a nanny. Is he? If even All for One is treating him like one, he might as well put up a sign. (Tomura hardly counts, Tomura is his boy.)

"Of course." He bows his head. Neito seems well-behaved anyway, it shouldn't be much trouble.

___

Fifteen minutes later, there's a small boy hanging off of Takami's wing by his teeth, and Kurogiri has very little recollection of how they got here.

"I hate your job," Takami laments, shaking his wing with very little gentleness in an attempt to make Neito let go.

Kurogiri reaches out to hold his wing in place, and Takami freezes.

"I... apologize. I was under the impression he was a little better behaved than this." He gently nudges Takami to sit down, his wing spread out, and Neito ends up finally letting go once his only other option is to end up sprawled on the floor.

"You can't just bite people!" Himiko chides, "Even if it'll feel nice, it won't be nice for them."

Neito breathes, then shakes himself. "Your quirk is weird!" he complains.

Kurogiri nods in sudden understanding. All for One told him about this, before he left them to their own devices.

"Neito, you should not copy someone's quirk without knowing what effects it will have on you. Or at the very least you should test it in a safe environment."

Neito crosses his arms. "This is safe."

Kurogiri sighs. "Yes, it is, but you still didn't give a warning. The adults that are taking care of you need to know when you're experimenting, so we can keep you from getting hurt," he explains.

"Or ourselves," Takami grumbles.

Neito huffs. "Fine." He doesn't apologize. Kurogiri doesn't make him. He somehow doubts All for One would approve of that - he never apologizes for anything, after all.

The wing Kurogiri is still holding onto pushes against his hand.

Kurogiri glances at Takami, curious, but the thief is very pointedly avoiding his gaze.

He always tells Keigo he's 'too trusting' when he lets the other kids touch his wings, and Kurogiri has never dared to. Much less touch Takami's. It just happened on instinct this time.

The wing pushes against Kurogiri's hand again. The upper edge of it feels strong and warmer than Kurogiri expected. The feathers here aren't particularly soft when Kurogiri runs his hand along them. Not as soft as he imagines the down feathers to be, anyway.

Not that he's going to try to find out. That would be wholly inappropriate.

"You're cold as fuck," Takami complains, but he's not at all pulling away, and Kurogiri continues, trailing his hand down lower to the longer secondaries that make up most of the actual wing.

"My apologies. It's my quirk." Must be. His quirk is highly complicated and has more layers to it than he can count. Sometimes he gets strangely upset that he's not able to give Tomura warm hugs. Not that Tomura enjoys physical contact much, anyway, but Kurogiri feels like he should be able to give him some warmth, and his body under the ever-wavering vapor is cold as a corpse's.

"Your quirk sounds like a pain in the ass," Takami murmurs, "But at least it looks cool."

Kurogiri chuckles. "I'm flattered you think so."

"You got a real face under there somewhere?" Takami cranes his head back to eye Kurogiri skeptically. "Your hands feel solid enough."

Kurogiri gives a half-shrug in answer. "There's... something underneath. But I don't know what it looks like. The mist never fades."

"Mysterious... hey, can you pull out that crooked feather over there? 's itchy as all hell."

The preening thing is another family activity that Kurogiri has avoided so much as commenting on in the past. Now, he carefully tugs at the feather that's standing out from the rest of them, until it comes loose and Takami sighs in relief.

"Yeah, fuck, that's better."

"You said fuck," says Neito, behind them, and Kurogiri nearly jumps. He hadn't thought the children were paying any attention to them right now.

"Twenty minutes to corrupt a child, you're beating your own records," he says dryly to Takami, who cackles and reaches out out ruffle Neito's hair, but the boy steps back and frowns at him.

Neito is very well-kept, and Takami is kind of... well, grimy. And scary-looking. Kurogiri doesn't blame him.

"Aye, and I'll say worse words, so you better get used to it, li'l chompers."

Neito's nose crinkles when his frown deepens.

"Don't tease the child," Kurogiri scolds, feeling not for the first time like he shouldn't have to take responsibility for Takami, the thirty year old adult.

Then again, he somehow doubts that anyone taught Takami manners during his own childhood.

"Hey, why can't I be chompers?" Himiko complains, tugging at Takami's other wing like there's nothing to it. Her hands are probably sticky with something, as usual, but Takami doesn't move away.

Maybe he's not that terrible with children.

"Ah, 'cause you wanna be. It's no fun when you like the nickname," Takami explains, picking her up and plopping her down into his lap.

"I actually really like mine!" Tomura says from atop the bar.

Takami snorts. "Once we teach you decent thievin', next point of order is makin' you not be a shit liar."

Tomura huffs, crossing his arms. "I don't need to know how to lie. Sensei never lies."

That gives Takami pause. His eyes meet Kurogiri's, and he pulls his wing away, folding both neatly against his back.

"Yeah, I'm sure he doesn't."

[hopelesshawks]

History of Us Part 12- Your Mother's Daughter

Summary: Once upon a time Todoroki and (y/n) were best friends. Now they haven’t spoken in years. When (y/n) is forced to transfer to UA, will she and Shoto reconnect or will their troubled past keep them apart? A childhood friends to enemies to lovers hybrid fic.

If you don’t want to see History of Us content blacklist #hopelesshou

Warning for canon typical violence

Masterlist Kofi

Bakugo’s text apology, believe it or not, was more eloquent than the one he offers in person but you appreciate the gesture and the brief hug he gives you when he realizes you’ve been crying. “It’s fine dumbass, you made it to the finals now just give it your all,” he huffs. Kirishima also pulls you into a hug, much longer than the one Bakugo had given you, and spends the whole time giving you a motivational speech about how incredibly cool and manly you are and how sure he is that you’ll do even better in the finals. You really are lucky to have the friends that you do. Especially since you anticipate the crowd is about to sour towards you.

All too quickly it’s time to return to the stadium where Principle Nezu is waiting on a raised platform with a box filled with slips of paper with bracket placements on them. The energy in the stadium is electric as the crowd anxiously waits to see what the bracket will be. It’s different than with the first years, where everyone’s an unknown. The crowd recognizes most of the names now from news reports and hero rescues. Dyed hair could only hide you for so long. “We will now call up the finalists one at a time to draw lots for the bracket!” Nezu announces. One by one you hear others around you getting called up. Bakugo, Midoriya, Shoto, Kirishima, Yaoyorozu, Denki, Sero, Hitoshi Shinso, Neito Monoma, Tokoyami, Iida, Uraraka, Jiro, Ibara Shiozaki and Itsuka Kendo all get called to roaring cheers and applause. That’s 15 names. The little fucking rodent had left you for last. Probably likes the idea of the dramatic reveal. “And last but not least, our 16th finalist (y/n) (y/l/n)!” Nezu calls and it’s like the air is sucked from the room as the crowd gets quiet and then starts murmuring to themselves. You keep your head held high as you walk to the stage even as you notice some of your classmates staring at you and the members of class b whispering. You take the last remaining lot with your head held high, throwing a wink at a nearby camera to further show them their displeasure won’t deter you.

You feel the stares of your classmates as you walk back down the stage. It’s them you really care about in all honesty. 3A had been nothing but kind to you since your arrival and it would hurt a little for their friendship to sour (you’re definitely not thinking about someone in particular at that statement) but before anyone can say anything Bakugo and Kirishima are standing next to you protectively. Kirishima links his arm through yours. “Come on, let’s head to the stands while we wait for them to start the first match,” Kiri grins at you. You give him a grateful smile and are pleasantly surprised when the rest of class a seems to fall in line behind you. None of them look at you any differently, there’s no shift in the atmosphere or added tension. Even as you can feel the glares of the crowd on your back, your new friends shield you from it until you’re in the safety of the tunnel and heading up to the stands.

“You and (y/n) stopped talking about 10 years ago right?” Midoriya asks Shoto as they walk at the back of the pack of class A students. “Yes,” Shoto confirms. “So that’s about when Black Storm was-“ “Yes.” “So Endeavor made you stop talking to her so you wouldn’t be associated with Black Storm.” “Basically.” “Jesus.” Midoriya places a reassuring hand on his friend’s shoulder. Shoto briefly acknowledges the gesture but says nothing as everyone settles into their seats. Nezu then begins to explain the rules of the last game. It’s essentially a wrestling match, the whole stadium is fair game and you win if you can pin your opponent for five seconds or completely immobilize them. Injuries are fine but take it too far and Eraserhead and Cementoss will shut it down. You nod along as the bracket is projected onto the monitors. Your first round is with the Neito Monoma kid, you don’t know much about him, just that the mere mention of his name has Bakugo growling “You better beat that fucking extra.” “Like I’d get eliminated in the first round,” you scoff back, confidence starting to build again as your classmates continue to support you.

You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see a guy with a large shock of purple hair and bags for days under his eyes leaning down to wave at you. You hear Denki yelp and nearly fall out of his chair nearby but ignore it. “(Y/l/n) huh?” he asks, a slight smile. “Yea. Problem with that?” you ask. “Not at all. Villain quirks gotta stick together right?” he smirks as he offers his hand. “I’m only half villain quirk but sure,” you smirk but then you freeze, eyes glazing over before you can reach to take his hand. He smirks back at you as your hand moves to shake his without your permission. You find yourself reaching for your phone, it unlocking once it recognizes your face, and then going to your contacts before plugging in a new number. You snap back to awareness a little stunned, looking between the new contact in your phone and the baffling boy with the mind control quirk who’s currently walking away. “If you wanted my number you could’ve just asked like a normal person!” you call after him. Unbeknownst to you, Shoto watches the entire interaction with barely concealed jealousy.

It’s not long before it’s finally time for your first match. The others had briefed you on Monoma’s quirk, warning you about his copying ability. “Can he copy a quirk if he doesn’t know you have it?” you ask curiously. “I don’t know actually. Most people don’t have two quirks you know, although I don’t necessarily see how it would help?” Kirishima offers with a shrug, having already made it through his first round and into the table of 8. “Trust me, I have a game plan,” you assure him. “See you guys on the other side,” you tell him as you walk down to the tunnel to wait for them to announce your entrance. “And on our left, here she comes. Ready to blaze her own trail and show the whole world that she is more than her name, it’s (y/n) (y/l/n)!” Present Mic’s voice booms over the loud speaker as you walk into the stadium properly. The crowd boos and you must admit it stings a little but you aren’t entirely unaccustomed to the negative attention. Your eyes wander over to the section where your friends are. Bakugo gives you a nod as Denki, Sero, Kirishima, Mina, and Jiro scream and cheer for you, their bodies half over the railing. They can’t drown out the rest of the stadium but they’re trying to and that warms your heart. You grin at them before locking eyes back on your opponent, stepping up to the start point they’ve indicated. “START!” Present Mic’s voice booms and immediately you lunge forward, drawing shadows into your palm before pushing them forward to race towards Monoma.

You’re not shocked when Monoma counters with shadows of his own, knocking yours away, but you can’t help but grin when you notice he’s producing shadows from both of his palms instead of just one. “I should’ve recognized you had Daddy’s quirk the minute I saw you during the qualifying rounds,” Monoma needles and you know he’s just trying to get a rise out of you but you can’t help how your temper starts to flare. He may be using your quirk but he’s clumsier with it, the result of picking it up for the first time now versus your years and years of experience. You send forward another burst of shadows making sure to get your left hand caught in the blast so it looks like both are doing the work. As Monoma clumsily sends forward his own to redirect yours you close the distance in, sweeping his legs out from underneath him. He quickly rolls before you can try to pin him down and you just barely manage to dodge the kick he’d aimed at you in retaliation. “You were there weren’t you? The day your father went rogue,” he taunts. You suck in a harsh breath allowing him an opportunity to lash out at you again and you wince a little at the sharp sting it leaves on your cheek where he’d managed to cut you with your own quirk. Your first instinct is to heal it but you hold off. Not yet. It’s not time to reveal your hand yet. “How the fuck do you know that?” you grit out before lashing out at him harder and faster. He extends both palms out, shadows flying forward to counter your own and as his hands retract you can see black crawling up his arms. Good. Your plan is working. “Oh the little daddy daughter field trip was all over the news sweetheart, we all know you were there to watch the carnage. Why do you think no one trusts you?” Monoma taunts. He fires off both palms again but this time instead of dispersing the shadows you raise both your hands, again feigning that both are doing the work, you push back against his, the shadowy energy growing and growing as you’re both slowly pushed backwards by the force of it. You hold strong though even as more and more black veins crawl up your right arm and your forearm begins to burn with the pain. You can hear Monoma grunting in pain on the other side so you kick it up a notch, fighting through your own pain until finally he breaks. He releases with a gasp, hunching forward with the pain. He looks up expecting to see you in a similar state but instead he finds you glowing as you stride towards him, the black veins rapidly fading as the light you radiate chases them back. Once you're in front of him he barely has any time to react before you deck him across the face, knocking him to the ground. You put one foot on his chest to keep him down, increasing the strength of your healing quirk just so that you’ll glow a little more brightly as you lean down to look him directly in the eye. “I may be my father’s daughter,” you start as the monitor counts down five seconds, “but I’m also my mother’s.”

The countdown finishes and an airhorn blares to signal your victory. You turn away from him, leaving him gaping at you like a fish on the ground as you walk back to the tunnel. The booing of the crowd that follows you out is music to your ears.

As far as you’re concerned? They can die mad about it.

A/N: Ngl I made Shinso so smooth in this one I was like alternate route? 💀 But n o lmao this is Shoto’s fic. OH ALSO we got even more about what happened when (y/n) was 8! I love mixing in her lore, I've actually had the very basic idea for her backstory and potentially where I’m going to take this fic after the sports festival arc since when I first started watching the show. The fight with Monoma in particular has been plotted out literally since I watched the final exam arc I think back when I was primarily a Todoroki simp oop so it's been really fun for me to get to write it here considering I never thought it would be a concept that left my head.

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[liviavanrouge]

Abby dodged Shigaraki, now fused with the Queen of Hearts. "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"Abby yelled summoning a staff. She sliced through Shigaraki mutated hand, her eyes wide when they just grew back. "Fine, try this!"Abby glared leaping backwards. "DOWN WITH THE BLOODY BIGHEAD!" She aimed for his head, a blade appearing at the top of her staff. Shigarakis hand smacked her away, snagging her hair, causing her to scream in alarm as he swung her around. "ABBY!" "LITTLE SIS!" Aizawa stopped Axel from leaping into the fight, still needing him to help keep Monoma's eyes wet. Abby summoned Alice's scissors and sliced her hair off, sending herself flying. "Gotcha!"Mirio grinned popping out of nowhere, stopping her fall. "You alright!"Nejire called looking down at her.

"Yep!"Abby called. She ran off, breaking her scissors in half, wielding scissor swords now as she rushed at Shigaraki. She pulled out three cards, fusing Jabberwocky, Bandersnatch and the Goldie locks three bears. "Jabbersnatch Bears! Battle mode!"Abby grinned a bright glow spreading across the battlefield. "You're able to fuse more cards...too bad that'll be a waste"Shigaraki says. "You may have destroyed Mad Hatter, but there's another part of my quirk that makes me so strong!"Abby glared. "Resurrection!"Abby called holding her hand out. The Maid Hatter card appeared in her hand, Abby coughing up blood. "I can...resurrect cards..at the cost of some of my energy"Abby panted blood dripping down her mouth.

Shigaraki stayed silent, staring at Abby, Yoichi appearing beside her. "Still finding ways to try and stop this I see.."Shigaraki glared. "Hm?"Abby blinked. She scowled, Yoichi doing the same. "GET OVER HERE YOU LITTLE BRAT! LET ME SHOW HIM HIS EFFORTS ARE WORTHLESS!"Shigaraki yelled. Abby covered her face the Jabbersnatch Bears shielding her with its body, getting send crashing into the ground. She gasped, the mutated hands coming at her. "Abby!!!" "ABBY WE'RE COMING!" Energy waves hit Shigaraki, Mirio punching him in the stomach while tentacles wrapped around Abby's waist, swinging her away. Abby hit the ground, laying still. "Abby..."Tamaki says hoping he didn't swing her too hard. Blood pooled around Abby, causing his eyes to widen.

Abby raised her hand, then let it fall to the ground going motionless. "ABBY!"Aizawa yelled staring at his daughter alarmed. "Her throat was slashed!"Mirko yelled spotting the cause of the spilled blood from above. "ABBYYYY!"Axel yelled getting up. "Axel, he'll go for you too! Stop! Keep Monoma's eyes wet!"Manual yelled Aizawa holding his son back. Tamaki ran over to Abby, lifting her up, his eyes wide, his eyes starting to water. He hugged her, letting out a scream of anger and pain, tears falling down his cheeks. "Tamaki! I know you're upset, but you gotta get back up and fight!"Nejire yelled. Tamaki looked at her, then nodded and got to his feet, leaping back into the fight. Best Jeanist made it over, checking both kids. "No pulse..neither have a pulse..."Best Jeanist says.

Abby stared at Nana Shimura, both standing in a flower field. "Why..."Abby demanded. "I asked her to"Yoichi smiled walking over. "You look so much like me now"Yoichi smiled staring at her fondly. "That's the whole purpose..."Abby responded surprised to see him. "Heh..you really are my granddaughter"Yoichi says. "Wish I could've seen my son grow up all those years ago...."Yoichi sighed. "But, you're proof that he found love and had his own family"Yoichi smiled. "My husband was from Yoichi's son family bloodline, so we're cousins Abby"Nana smiled. "I know, All for One told me"Abby nodded. "Stay here with Nana, Abby, she'll help you out a little"Yoichi smiled. "Alright"Abby nodded looking over at him. He turned and walked away, Abby staring after him. "Just rest, take this time to rest"Nana smiled. Abby nodded, and looked away.

[seraphanangelica]

Don’t really know if anyone’s done this before 

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How Yandere!BNHA Would React to S/O Being Fine With Everything 

(We’re going to ignore his princely status and focus on the smile)

Shoto would be relived, thankful that he didn’t have to put in the complex work to take you to your true home. He wasn’t entirely fond of the idea of stealing you in the middle of the night for you to wake up bound and in an unknown place. Even so, he’ll do whatever it takes for you to realize he truly just wants to keep you safe.

Luckily for him, you’ve been dating since your second year at UA. Truth be told, even before that you two were so close many of your classmates thought you were together. 

Shoto took advantage of any time you had time alone, and made sure he could see you even more than what was given. He’d show up to your dorms to study, go to training with you, help you with your homework, and eat meals with you. He even started going as far as taking naps with you (sleepy boi sleeps best when he’s next to his love). All of his actions were justified by his claim to just want to spend time with you

You bought it of course, but there was that small voice that told you there was something more. It was confirmed to you later when you caught him shoving another student against the lockers after school, his expression menacing. The guy was flirting with you, and you obliviously flirted back. 

He asked you out the next day, making sure it was in front of the boy. You gladly accepted, knowing of and picking up on his yandere tendencies, watching as they got more and more often over the years.

Truthfully, he was considerate enough to let you graduate before commencing his plan to take you away. The thing is, he didn’t have to force you, due to your own surprise waiting for him after they were out of UA.

When you told him that you knew, he looked at you wide eyed as his jaw dropped in shock. It really wasn’t that you knew (he hadn’t been the best at hiding it in the first place), it was how you said it. So casually. In a restaurant. 

That exact same day, Shoto took you to your home so you could say goodbye to your family and pack your things. Your parents didn’t question it, knowing he loved you, just not the extent of it.

Once all of your belongings were in the back of the car, Shoto took hold of your hand, staring deep into your eyes. pressing his lips into your own in a loving kiss, he led you to the passenger side of the car. Opening the door for you, he smiled. 

“Let’s go home, love.”

Come on, it’s Toga...

As a villain yourself, it’s pretty obvious that you’d be okay with your girlfriend being a yandere. You knew what she was the moment you met her. She was gushing about Deku as always and holding up a small vile of blood. When her yellow eyes met your own, her cheeks went red and she quieted herself almost instantly.

Back then, you didn’t know why half the league looked at you weirdly as the other half rolled their eyes and looked at you with the ‘run, she’s crazy’ face.

Well, you liked crazy. And she knew that.

There was just something about her possessiveness that made you fall for her even more. 

It was quite endearing to not hear her talk about Deku or the gravity girl unless it was for a mission. Now, the person she talked about when blushing was you.

Where a mission is concerned Himiko would want to stay by your side to make sure you stayed safe. If the time ever came, she would happily lay down her life so that you may live. She just had to be around if that were to happen.

“Himiko. thank you for your concern, but you could have died!” You shouted one night once you arrived back at the league through warp gate. You had cut it too close to one of the pro Heroes, and Himiko quickly moved so that she would take the blow instead of you.

She smiled and pointed to her bleeding abdomen. “It’s not just me...” He face began to flush as she reached out to touch your cheek. “You’re bleeding too... so pretty...” Her words began to slur, her eyes drooping.

“Damnit, Himiko,” You caught her as she fell and Twice rushed to get the first aid. You hugged her in your arms, afraid to let her go as she unconsciously leaned closer to your body with what strength she had left. “You idiot.” 

You hastily wiped the tears running down your cheeks as she gave you another weak smile. Settling further into you, her words came out more weak as she spoke. “I love you.”

You laughed bitterly, tilting your head up to the ceiling as Kurogiri moved the unconscious girl off your lap. 

“I love you too.”

Go on, feed this boy’s ego and say you’d love for him to steal you away so he can protect you and never let you go again. 

Could you imagine what he would do if you said that? I mean, come on, who would tell Neito that of all people?

Well, uh, you did. Sorry.

I mean, you had good reason to. He’s a narcissistic prick with a deadly obsession. Also because you were head over heels in love with him. 

So much so, that at first you thought he was just being a little protective when you had to stop him from killing Bakugo when the explody boi insulted you. You thought it was just him being his arrogant self when he kept his arm around you at all times, needing some sort of physical contact every second of the day. Maybe he was actually insecure on the inside?

No, honey...no.

You know that guy at the store that died a while ago? There was a rumor that the Villain had help (just putting that out there). 

 So...yeah.

You were perfectly fine with it after all, right?

You sure you don’t want to escape Monoma?

....?

...No?

Okay!

Neito growled at Bakugo as you wrenched him away from the spiky haired boy. “I’ll kill you, you fucking bitch! Insult them again, I dare you!”

You didn’t bother to send Bakugo a glance of pity as you let Neito hug you as if his life depended on it (it kind of does).

“It’s okay, Neito,” you cooed, doing your best to calm him down. You never liked to see him angry. “It’s okay. I’m fine, see?”

Yeah, that didn’t stop him from trying to kill Bakugo  when you weren't around.

[theflannelwizard]

okay a few ppl expressed interest in the tetsutetsu/todoroki ship so here i am with some ideas!!

tetsutetsu constantly throwing his arm around todoroki and punching him on the shoulder and calling him bro and homie and dude and laughing too loud at his jokes and having no idea why todoroki can’t tell he’s being flirted with lmao

todoroki finally figures out that he likes tetsu and approaches him like "i think you should know. i feel a lot of affection for you." and tetsutetsu is like "NEAT BRO I LIKE YOU A LOT TOO!!!!" and then they do nothing about it because both of them think they just confessed but it's not mutual. spoiler alert it is indeed mutual

they look at each other like "he is so clueless, rip" and they're both right and both wrong

they don’t ever even officially get together, it just kinda happens because they like each other so much and in the same way. they never celebrate anniversaries because neither of them could pinpoint a day when they started dating and neither of them really feels the need to have one

tetsutetsu casually bringing up at some point that he got shot at the training camp and todoroki being so confused as to why this wasn’t a bigger deal??? even if it didn’t do any permanent physical damage that’s gotta mess with you psychologically?? and he KNOWS how trauma can get you so he just sits there very patiently like “if you want to actually talk about that, you don’t have to treat it like a joke”

they’re evenly matched but also have super different quirks so while tetsutetsu will still train with kirishima (they have a pretty similar routine anyway) he starts sparring with todoroki more

they have enough faith in each other that they don’t hold back and on the rare occasion that there’s a clear winner there are no hard feelings, just pride and excitement because WOAH my boyfriend can do WHAT????

both very quick to defend each other but todoroki does it in his calm even controlled way while tetsutetsu is like “YO BAKUGO SQUARE UP YOU CAN’T SAY THAT ABOUT MY BOY” and todoroki has to rein him in

monoma absolutely hates that his buddy tetsu is dating a kid from class 1a but he has to let todoroki hang out with them because he is hugely outvoted. nobody has a problem with todoroki dating a kid from 1b, because they have some modicum of chill

basically i love these boys and i think they should hold hands :)

[qitwrites]

a numbers game 

Fandom: BNHA 

Pairing: Kiribaku 

(AO3) 

Bakugou knows his personality and general rage-filled disposition towards everything, in general, isn’t winning him any favours, but the texts have made him contemplate just how shitty he must’ve been in a past life to deserve a fate like this.

Because no one - and Bakugou knows such assholes as Monoma - but no one deserves to be on the receiving end of unsolicited dick pics. From random numbers. At all times of the day. For the last 3ish months.

“I am going to throw my phone out the fucking window, I swear on all that is good and pure, fucking bull-“

“More dick pics?” Camie interrupts with a wide grin, plucking the phone out of Bakugou’s hand.

“What the fuck else?” Bakugou snaps, trying to pull his phone back in vain. Camie holds it just out of reach, eyeing the disgusting penis with a critical stare.

"Hmm,” she says, passing the phone back to him before taking a sip of her terrible grass juice that smells like a badly mowed golf course, “the lighting is bad and he hasn’t done like, any grooming at all. 3/10.”

“You’re being generous,” Bakugou huffs, deleting the picture immediately and swallowing the still raging urge to fling his phone at the nearest wall. “It’s unsolicited. And his fingernails are fucking filthy. -100/10.”

Camie rolls her eyes. “You’re being dramatic again Kitkat.”

Bakugou counts to 10 in his head, tries to find that last shred of patience he knows is somewhere deep in his dark pit of a soul and breathes out in a rush.

“I need to fucking figure this out before I actually lose it and track down one of these fuckers and choke the life out of them.”

Because here’s the thing- Bakugou has been receiving dick pics and dirty text messages like hi bby want sex? and imma dick you down gud boo – he’s positively swooning, what a lovely way to be wooed – and he has no idea how to stop it. Yes, he could cancel his number and get a new one, but all of his bank details are linked to this one. He’s had it since he first got a phone in middle school, and now all of his documents are attached to the damn thing. The very idea of going to the banks and the DMV and every other stupid establishment to get it changed makes him grimace hard enough that he decides to bear with it.

Except, every time he receives one of these horrible pictures, his urge to blow up the phone, nay, the entire world, simmers at dangerous levels.

“Cool it kitkat,” Camie croons, giving his forearm a squeeze, “you’re making your homicidal face. That cannot be good for wrinkles.”

“Like I give a fuck,” Bakugou grunts, flinging his phone away carelessly and watching it skitter around on the kitchen counter before halting dangerously close to the edge. “I just want it to stop.”

Camie puts her atrocity for a drink down and pulls the fridge open, rummaging around as she says, “I have a theory about all this.” She pulls out a jar of jalapenos and places it in front of Bakugou. The blonde yanks a fork out of the admittedly cute utensil bucket in the middle of their counter before snapping the lid off and spearing a good 3 pieces in one go. He chews on them slowly and directs a raised brow at Camie.

“Well,” she muses, picking her drink back up, “as a woman that receives a LOT of numbers from guys and gals and non-binary folks alike-“ Bakugou makes it a point to roll his eyes hard enough to knock his head back; Camie’s laughter is loud and boisterous “- I have a tactic for when I don’t know how to say no and don’t want to give my digits.”

Bakugou has another forkful of jalapenos in his mouth when he narrows his eyes at her.

Camie shrugs, “I usually change the very last digit of my number. Works like a charm. I never meet the person again, and they can’t contact me. Win-win.”

“Win-win my ass,” Bakugou seethes. “Do I look like I’m winning right now? I am this fucking close to killing someone, because of stupid tactics like yours.”

Camie finishes the last of her drink, and speaks around her straw, “You say that, but do you know how many people, and especially dudes, don’t take no for an answer? The only reason I give out any digits at all is when I can’t guarantee my safety. I know it’s not like, the perfect solution or anything, but I’m giving you facts right now.”

And Bakugou does, in fact, know that. He’s met those pushy assholes- people that don’t back down, people that don’t take no at face value, people that push and prod and get up in his space. It pisses him off to absolutely no end.

“Whatever,” he concedes. He spears another forkful of jalapenos before grumbling, “So, what the fuck do I do?”

Camie grins, minx like. “Why don’t you text the number one ahead and one behind your own and ask? I mean, in the best-case scenario you figure it out and get it all to stop, in the worst case, you get to yell at like random people. Isn’t that your second favourite pastime, right after yelling at that pigeon outside our balcony, the one with an agenda?”

“Don’t talk about that fucking pigeon,” Bakugou fumes, “fucking piece of shit bird and those dark, robotic eyes. Something is up with that; you can’t convince me otherwise.” He mulls over the rest of her suggestion before relenting, “Well, I guess I could spare a moment to yell at the fucking extras giving out my number to perverts with no manners and gross penises.”

“I find it so funny when you say the word manners,” Camie says as she walks to her room, “It’s almost like you know what it means!”

She isn’t even looking at him, but she manages to dodge the jalapeno that sails at her head. It hits the wall with a sick squelch, and when Bakugou hears Camie’s door shut, he drops his head on the counter with a loud, resounding thunk and muffles a scream into the marble.

  He forgets to send out those texts, and when he receives yet another picture, not three days later, of someone holding their disgusting penis in their hand, like it’s an accomplishment or some shit, he sends out a text message to two different numbers typed with shaky, sweaty fingers.

>> xxx-xxx-xxx6 , xxx-xxx-xxx4

I don’t know who the fuck you are, and you don’t know me, but it’s possible that one of you assholes gives out my number to random people who, in turn, send me fucking dick pics. It’s been over 3 fucking months, so knock it the actual fuck off. And in case it isn’t you, fuck you anyway.

  Bakugou wakes up from a restless sleep to sunlight sloping in through the blinds of his room, a dry mouth, and three new text messages from an unknown number.

Because his brain takes time to boot up in the mornings, he foregoes the phone entirely and makes his way to the kitchen in search of caffeine. Camie is always up before him, and he gratefully pours himself a mug of her insanely strong black coffee, the kind to palpitate your heart and make you vibrate in your seat. She calls it jet fuel, Inasa calls it death, Todoroki just blinks.

When he’s half a mug down, he finally retrieves his phone from his room and takes a seat in the balcony, surrounded by plants of all kinds. The sun is bright but not harsh, and he takes a second to enjoy it before opening his messages.

He doesn’t even recall sending the messages last night, and for a moment he’s enraged at the idea that someone sent him even more dick pics, but there’s no photos waiting for him, just three messages.

xxx-xxx-xxx4 omg omg OMG I didn’t think anyone actually used this number im sorry D:

xxx-xxx-xxx4 no really im so so sorry holy shit I was just following this idea that my friend gave me cause im terrible at turning people down but I didn’t realize they were messaging an actual other person OMG

xxx-xxx-xxx4 ofc I wont be giving your number out anymore im just so sorry bro, god, this is so damn UNMANLY of me

At least the person has the decency to sound apologetic. Not that it tempers Bakugou in any way, shape or form, but he takes note of it somewhere in the distant recesses of his mind.

Bakugou you better not give it out anymore fuckmunch. I should sue your ass for putting me under so much psychological distress.

The guy replies startlingly quickly. Bakugou opens the message with a quirked brow.

xxx-xxx-xxx4 shit can you actually do that?

Bakugou has no idea, but the key to selling anything is confidence, and he’s got enough to spare.

Bakugou try me

xxx-xxx-xxx4 IM REALLY REALLY SORRY OK TRULY D:

xxx-xxx-xxx4 and not just cuz you might sue me or anything, it was a terrible move on my part :’(

xxx-xxx-xxx4 can I make it up to you somehow??

Bakugou huffs, deflating a little. He’s angry yes, positively incensed for the most part, but the guy sounds genuinely sorry, and he’s finding it increasingly difficult to stay mad at someone that’s just being so damn decent and taking full responsibility.

Bakugou I don’t fucking know.

Bakugou just stop giving out my no.

Bakugou I swear to god if I get ONE MORE NUDE

Bakugou I will find you

xxx-xxx-xxx4 you don’t have to find me ill come to you

xxx-xxx-xxx4 cuz ill def deserve it at that point

xxx-xxx-xxx4 anyway, im sorry again. really ☹

xxx-xxx-xxx4 I gotta get some sleep, so tell me later about how I can make it up to you!!!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 goodnight

Bakugou checks the clock at the top left corner of his phone screen. It reads 8:31am.

What the fuck does this guy do for work anyway? And does Bakugou care?

He decides no, he doesn’t, because he’s really too busy to care about anything, especially assholes that hand out his number to horny strangers because they’re too chickenshit to say no.

He nods at his own conclusion, downs the rest of his death-in-a-cup, and walks back inside, ready to start another long day of work. Bakugou gives himself an hour before he puts this all behind him, fully forgotten and finally taken care of.

  Why the fuck haven’t I blocked this fucker yet, is the first thing Bakugou thinks when he gets more texts from them.

xxx-xxx-xxx4 heyyo!!!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 did you think of anything????? How can I make it up to you??

Bakugou stop texting me, that’ll be a great start

xxx-xxx-xxx4 I will as soon as u tell me how to make it up to you!!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 I was being so unmanly and cowardly, I need to fix it!!

Bakugou good for fucking you, leave me alone

xxx-xxx-xxx4 y don’t you keep thinking abt it and lemme know !!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 if it helps, I can hook u up with some free drinks!! I co-own and bartend at a place downtown!!!!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 just think abt it

xxx-xxx-xxx4 I gotta get back to work, talk soon!

Bakugou stop texting me dammit

Bakugou isn’t a naïve person, but he somehow convinces himself that this will be the end of things.

  It is, predictably, not the end of things.

xxx-xxx-xxx4 I just realized I didn’t give u my name

xxx-xxx-xxx4 Kirishima eijirou!!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 and you are?

Bakugou blocking you

xxx-xxx-xxx4 aww come on man, don’t be like tht ☹

xxx-xxx-xxx4 wait, r u a man?????

xxx-xxx-xxx4 PLEASE AT LEAST TELL ME THAT I DON’T WANT TO MISGENDER U OMG

Bakugou can you calm the fuck down holy shit

Bakugou yes I’m a dude, you’re fucking fine dumbass

xxx-xxx-xxx4 oh phew!!!!!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 ok my dude

xxx-xxx-xxx4 please come down to the bar??????

xxx-xxx-xxx4 do you actually drink though?? If you don’t we still have great mocktails

xxx-xxx-xxx4 and I can whip up some awesome protein shakes

xxx-xxx-xxx4 ohhh and our food is bomb,,, I promise

Bakugou do you ever just stop talking

xxx-xxx-xxx4 NOPE :D

Bakugou Not a compliment

xxx-xxx-xxx4 what can I say

xxx-xxx-xxx4 im an opportunist

Bakugou you’re telling me

Bakugou fucker

xxx-xxx-xxx4 IM STILL SO SORRY

xxx-xxx-xxx4 PLEASE COME TO THE BAR LET ME MAKE IT UP TO YOU

xxx-xxx-xxx4 actions speak hella louder than words

xxx-xxx-xxx4 I must action you

Bakugou what the fuck 

xxx-xxx-xxx4 you get what I mean!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 <location> this is the place

xxx-xxx-xxx4 its name is RIOT, u cant miss it

xxx-xxx-xxx4 just lemme know when u can make it

Bakugou I haven’t agreed to shit asshole

Bakugou stop assuming things

xxx-xxx-xxx4 free food, free drinks, free live performance of whatever band’s performing

Bakugou …………………

Bakugou I’ll think about it

xxx-xxx-xxx4 HELL YEAH

xxx-xxx-xxx4 whats your name btw?

Bakugou like id tell you

xxx-xxx-xxx4 I need it for the reservation!!!!

xxx-xxx-xxx4 so that I don’t accidentally serve the wrong gentleman all your free perks

Bakugou didn’t say im coming yet

xxx-xxx-xxx4 im super optimistic

Bakugou I can tell, you’re giving me a headache

xxx-xxx-xxx4 so………… name?

Bakugou no

xxx-xxx-xxx4 I’ll get it out of you eventually

Bakugou try me

Bakugou fucker

If Bakugou finds himself smiling at the end of the exchange, well, that’s his business.

  “So, you finally figured out who was responsible for the penis pictures?” Todoroki deadpans around his cosmo.

“That’s wonderful Bakugou!” Inasa booms, slamming his beer down on the counter with gusto. Bakugou throws a spoon at him.

“Shut it Baldy,” he grunts, going back to chopping veggies. “And yes, I did, but now this fucker won’t stop texting me, insisting on making it up to me or some shit.”

“And this is a bad thing?” Todoroki summarizes slowly. Bakugou turns around in time to see him mouth why to Inasa before taking another generous sip of his drink. Inasa shrugs his stupidly large shoulders before asking, “Why is that a bad thing?”

Bakugou throws another spoon at him. “Because, I texted them so I could stop people from texting me. Now this person’s volunteering information to me about being a bartender and shit and constantly apologizing and it’s fucking annoying.”

“You know what’s interesting?” Camie muses, stirring her bloody mary with a long ass celery stick. “You’re getting all these text messages from this bartender, and you can like, so easily block this one number and be done with it, but you like, keeping responding. And keep, you know, not blocking.”

He can’t see it, but he knows Todoroki is nodding, the fucker.

“That is a good observation!” Inasa booms again, and Bakugou has to resist the urge to fling his entire cutlery set at the man’s thick skull. “Do you like this person Bakugou?”

“What’s there to like, I don’t even fucking know him!”

“Well,” Camie starts, takes a bite out of the celery stick, continues, “he’s well-mannered. Clearly good looking, because you got a LOT of penis pictures these past three months, and that also leads us to believe the business is doing really well, if so many patrons come in begging for a number. All good things, don’t you think?”

“I hate you,” Bakugou says, stirring the curry with barely repressed rage. “I hate all of you. I hate humanity. Fuck people.”

“Or fuck this person in specific,” Camie says gleefully. “You haven’t gotten laid in like 8 months boo, you need to get some.”

“You’re the actual fucking worst.”

“In all seriousness,” Todoroki interrupts, putting his empty glass down delicately, “why haven’t you blocked the number? It seems like an easy enough solution.” The asshole has the audacity to sound genuinely curious, if not slightly amused.

Bakugou hates everything.

“I don’t, I don’t fucking know, ok?” He finally admits through clenched teeth. The blonde kills the heat and places the curry on the counter while Camie brings out the rice and some pickled vegetables from the fridge. She pulls out a beer and twists the cap off before handing it to Bakugou, who snatches it away and takes a quick swig before continuing, “He’s actually kinda nice to me, I guess. And I like watching him be so sorry about all those penises. I may have also mentioned suing him for psychological distress.” Bakugou catches Todoroki’s gaze. “Can I do that?”

Todoroki hums, “You can try, but I don’t think you’ve got that solid a case. Plus, haven’t you deleted virtually all the evidence?”

Bakugou grips the neck of his beer bottle harder. “I fucking hate everything.”

  bartender asshole <image attached>

Bakugou what the fuck

Bakugou why are you sending me cat pics?

Bakugou also that cat is stupidly cute

bartender asshole I know right?????

bartender asshole her name is ruby

bartender asshole and id die for her

bartender asshole i just figured ud be a cat person

Bakugou ………….

Bakugou I hate u

bartender asshole :D :D :D

Bakugou ugh

Bakugou Bakugou Katsuki

bartender asshole :D :D :D :D :D

bartender asshole HI BAKUGOU SO NICE TO KNOW UR NAME

Bakugou I hate everything

bartender asshole except ruby. Its not allowed

Bakugou …………………………………

Bakugou except ruby

bartender asshole :D :D :D :D :D

  Kirishima, it turns out, is a ray of fucking sunshine. Bakugou has a distinct feeling that looking at him directly would be a blinding experience.

Not that he knows who to look for though; he has no idea what this guy looks like. He guesses that he’s buff, with all the times he tells Bakugou about the gym showers running out of hot water and beating his best weights doing bench presses, but he knows nothing else.

He does know that he’s sweet as fuck, making it impossible for Bakugou to stay mad at him. He doesn’t blink at Bakugou’s cussing, and he sends him cute pictures of Ruby.

There is a part of him, small but steadily growing, that wants to meet this stupidly nice bartender.

Bakugou hates everything.

  dumbass bartender so what do you do???

Bakugou front-end development and web design

dumbass bartender oh damn!!!

dumbass bartender so youre like smart smart

Bakugou obviously

dumbass bartender have I seen your work anywhere??

Bakugou I recently redid the website of that protein powder company you don’t shut up about

dumbass bartender ????????????????????

dumbass bartender that’s amazing!!!!!!!!!

dumbass bartender I just revisited the website, it looks so cool

Bakugou duh

Bakugou im the best

dumbass bartender I don’t doubt that!!! :D :D

Bakugou don’t you have work?

dumbass bartender aww bakubro are you looking out for me <3 <3

Bakugou call me that again and I will fucking end you

dumbass bartender before the free drinks??? That you are yet to redeem? ?? at my wonderful establishment?????????? :D :D :D

Bakugou I hate everything.

dumbass bartender D:

Bakugou except RUBY DAMMIT

dumbass bartender :D

  “Just to recap,” Kaminari says with an incredulous look in his eyes, “this guy cusses like a sailor, is constantly insulting you, never initiates conversation, and you still like him?”

Kirishima’s answering grin is bashful. “I mean, when you put it like that it sounds not so great, but he’s really not that bad! He’s super funny and confident, and he LOVES Ruby. Plus, I don’t like him like that, I just think he’s cool.” Kirishima picks up another glass from the washer and starts carefully drying it with his dishcloth before saying, “And, you know, I did put him through a lot by giving out his number. His behaviour is kinda warranted if you ask me.”

“I mean, in the beginning maybe, but haven’t you guys been texting for over a week now?”

“Denki, are you forgetting that giving out another number was your idea?” Kirishima mutters, narrowing his eyes at his best friend. “I’m in this mess because of you.”

Kaminari suddenly seems to find the glass in his hand a lot more interesting. Kirishima’s laugh echoes around the empty bar.

‘What’s so funny?” Ashido muses, bringing a crate of bottled beer behind the counter.

“Kirishima is going gaga over angry dick pic man.”

“I’m not going gaga, what the heck-“

“I think it’s cute,” Ashido says with a big smile. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you actually be interested in somebody; it’s really cute!”

“I don’t like him like that,” Kirishima stresses, though his cheeks are a little warm. He can blame that on the lack of air conditioning, he thinks. 

“We talking about angry dick pic man?” Sero asks with a shit-eating grin. “10 bucks say he’s actually a middle-aged guy with a cheese fetish.”

“That’s so random-“

“You’re on!” Ashido yells, slapping her hand into Sero’s. “I think he’ll be a hottie.”

“He hasn’t even said he’ll come,” Kirishima says, eyes downcast.

“He’ll come,” the three chorus, going about doing their tasks. Kirishima shakes his head fondly and finishes up with the glasses. Just as he’s put all the shot glasses away, he feels his phone vibrate.

Bakubro just finished a massive project

Bakubro could use a drink this weekend

Bakubro know any good spots?

Kirishima’s face breaks into the biggest smile as he rushes to answer.

Kirishima I know a bar that serves free drinks with your name on it!!!!

Kirishima amazing food, dope music, the bestest drinks

Kirishima ive heard the bartender is a great guy too

Bakubro way to toot your own fucking horn damn

Kirishima :DDDDD

Kirishima bt seriously

Kirishima please? ???? ??

Kirishima PLEASEEEEEEEEE??????????????????

Bakubro ugh

Bakubro fine.

Bakubro Friday night at 8

Kirishima looks up from the screen and calls out, “Denki!”

“Yeah?”

“Switch shifts with me, I’ll do Friday.”

“Um, ok, why though?”

Kirishima doesn’t respond, just goes back to texting, his heart thudding in his ribcage.

Kirishima YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Kirishima cant wait :D

Bakubro I’m bringing my stupid friends btw

Kirishima wait

Kirishima you have friends???????

Bakubro I am going to end you

Bakubro you know what? Fuck you im not coming

Kirishima BAKUGOU NO

Kirishima IM SORRY OFC U HAVE FRNDS

Kirishima please come

Kirishima how big a table should I reserve????

Bakubro don’t bother

Kirishima IM SORRRYYYYYYYYYY

Kirishima <image attached> <image attached> <image attached>

Bakubro bastard

Bakubro you playing dirty by sending me pics of Ruby

Kirishima need to weaken your guard somehow

Kirishima pls tell me it worked

Bakubro ugh

Bakubro ill be there

Bakubro reserve a table for 4

Bakubro your stupid bar better be worth it

Kirishima I promise it will be!!!!

Kirishima whoops in joy, slipping his phone back into his pocket. He looks up to see three sets of eyes looking at him with varying degrees of amusement.

“You get a really mushy look on your face when you’re texting him, it’s almost gross,” Sero points out with a laugh.

“Hush you,” Ashido admonishes, whipping her dishcloth at him. She walks over to Kirishima and gives him a big hug. “I think it’s very, very precious.”

“What did he say?”

“He’s coming this Friday!” Kirishima beams, holding Ashido closer against his side.

The three giggle.

“10 bucks say Kirishima messes up the drinks at least once.”

“HEY!”

Ashido squeezes around his middle. “Hon, I love you, but I’m not dumb enough to go against that.”

“HEY!”

They end up laughing and fibbing at each other for the rest of the prep time, and Kirishima feels his heart absolutely soar.

  Friday brings with it crunch time, running lines and lines of code, having a mini-breakdown because the stupid text block keeps floating around on the webpage like it’s in outer fucking space, being forced into one of Camie’s ridiculous vlogs and having an existential crisis about what to wear on a non-date get-together with the guy that ruined Bakugou’s life for close to three months.

Camie spends most of the day laughing at him. Bakugou throws more condiments at her.

“Fucking help me at least, you useless wench,” Bakugou growls, shifting to clothes as he throws a pair of jeans at her. Camie dances out of the way and doubles over, laughing till she tears up from the force of it all.

“I can’t, I just can’t,” she wheezes. “Did you just say wench? What era are you from babe?”

“FUCK OFF,” he roars, leaping towards her. Camie shrieks and ducks away, making a beeline towards his closet.

“Ok, ok, let’s get you dressed! What kinda look are you trying for?”

“Fuck if I know,” he grouses, feeling oddly out of his depth. He wants to look good, but he has no idea for what.

That’s a lie, he knows why. He just won’t admit it.

“Well, why don’t we pick something simple but flattering? Plus, if it's in your style, you’re bound to be more comfy.” Camie pulls out a pair of black jeans that are ripped at the knees, a black fitted round-neck tee shirt, and some black boots. While he’s changing, Camie pulls out a silver chain, some bands for his wrists and a collection of rings.

“Do you want me to do your eyes?” she offers, holding up some mascara and an eye pencil. Bakugou shrugs and sits on the edge of his bed. Camie’s smile is soft as she stands between his thighs, gently but efficiently applying his make-up. When she’s done, he walks over to the mirror to look at himself, and he has to admit- he looks good. Always one to take care of his body and his figure, Bakugou is lean muscle packed into a 5’10” body. His blonde hair is as messy as ever, but the combination of his make-up, the accessories and his clothes give him an edgy look like no other. Camie throws a dark fitted jacket at him before sauntering over to her own room.

He continues to reply to some work emails when his phone buzzes.

dumbass cant wait to see you!!!

dumbass just ask for me at the bar

dumbass or I might be the one to greet you!! :D :D

Bakugou I know dumbass

Bakugou what, are you nervous or some shit?

dumbass I mean, kinda????

dumbass it’s our first time meeting afterall

dumbass I don’t even know wat you look like!!!!

Bakugou blonde wearing all black

dumbass redhead wearing a shirt with the riot logo!

Bakugou whatever

Bakugou ill be there at 8

Dumbass cant wait <33333

Bakugou dumbass

Bakugou scoffs, his own nerves calming at the thought that he’s not the only one that’s a bit out of sorts. It’s nice to know that sunshine Kirishima is jittery about all this.

Also, interesting to know that he’s a redhead. Bakugou can’t quite imagine it, but in a few minutes, he won't need to.

His stomach roils with anticipation, and Bakugou hates every single thing.

Camie pops out of her room at half-past 7 in a maroon romper that cuts above her mid-thigh, hair done in a loose bun, makeup absolutely perfect. Her heels put her at a height taller than Bakugou, but he’s gotten used to being the shortest in their stupid posse. Doesn’t piss him off any less though.

She gets a phone call just as she pushes a tube of lip gloss into her purse.

“We are downstairs!” Inasa’s voice rings through her speaker, stupidly loud.

“Can it, baldy,” Bakugou grunts with a roll of his eyes, “we’ll be there in a sec.”

“See ya!”

Before Bakugou can usher Camie out the door, she pushes her clutch into his hands and walks over to the kitchen cabinet, pulling out two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila.

“Wha-“

“Liquid courage, my dude,” she says, pouring two generous shots and pushing one at Bakugou. She picks her own glass up and gives him a devilish smirk, “Bottoms up bitch!”

Bakugou picks the glass up with a resigned sigh but smirks back equally devilish. They cheers, smack the glasses against the counter and drain them smoothly. Camie puts the glasses in the sink, places a smacking kiss on Bakugou’s cheek and laughs brightly as she dances out of the way of his rage.

They finally load up in Inasa’s range rover, Todoroki plays classical Japanese music over the speakers and Bakugou regrets everything.

  Riot is apparently something of a beloved establishment in its neighbourhood, and Bakugou growls when he sees how long the line leading to the bar is.

“Holy moly, that’s a lot of people!” Camie points out helpfully as she disembarks from the car.

Todoroki straightens his two-tone denim jacket and runs a hand through his hair as he says, “We have a reservation, so I think it’ll be fine?”

“Yes, I agree with you Todoroki,” Inasa beams, locking the car behind him as they walk towards the building. The outside is made of exposed brick and neon lights, and the RIOT sign is a deep red colour, eye-catching and beautiful.

They bypass the people in the line and walk up to the bouncer, who eyes them warily. He’s built like an absolute tank, broad and block-like, and his silver hair shines in the artificial light.

“Can I help you?”

“Bakugou, table for 4,” Camie says cheerily. The bouncer looks immediately enamoured with her before his eyes go wide.

“Wait, Eijirou’s Bakugou?”

Bakugou’s ears burn at that.

“I’m not fucking anybody’s!” he snaps. The bouncer immediately looks at him, and his face breaks into an even wider grin.

“Well, I’ll be damned! Can I see some ID real quick?”

Bakugou cusses colourfully under his breath but pulls out his license, and after a quick check, the bouncer, whose name is Tetsutetsu, steps aside to let them in.

“Have a good time!” he says happily, almost too happily. Bakugou feels his hackles rise.

“What the fuck?”

“It appears that Kirishima talks about you at least as much as you talk about him,” Todoroki observes, walking next to Bakugou.

“I don’t talk about him, fuck you!”

Todoroki’s delicately raised brow makes him want to punch something. Or someone. Preferably both.

“Fuck you all,” he reiterates before stomping inside.

Now, Bakugou is a relatively creative soul – his job kinda demands it – so it’s not his fault that he’s actually quite captivated by the interiors of this stupidly popular bar co-owned by a stupidly nice person.

The inside has exposed brick as well, and most of the furniture seems to be retro. There are large pipes and barrels behind the bar, made of what seems to be pure copper. Black marble covers the bar tops, and the lights are a mix of neon and muted whites, bright enough to see but still bathing the room in an alluring aura. There’s music thumping through the speakers, loud enough to dispel any silence but still at a bearable volume.

“Swanky,” Camie whistles, taking it all in.

Bakugou nods begrudgingly before setting his eyes on the bar.

“I’ll go get us a fucking table,” he mutters before walking over, hands digging deep into his pant pockets. He sees a lanky black-haired guy and a girl with tan skin and pink hair behind the bar, talking animatedly with the patrons as they serve them drinks at a dizzying pace.

When he finally gets a spot at the counter, the pink-haired girl finishes up with a customer and bounds over to him.

“Hi,” she greets, smile wide and happy, “haven’t seen you around before! What can I get you?”

“Kirishima,” Bakugou says because apparently, his brain to mouth filter has decided to abandon him in his time of need. The girl tilts her head in confusion and Bakugou feels the life drain out of him.

“I’m sorry?”

“I’m fuckin here because of dumbass Kirishima,” Bakugou barely grits out, fingers digging into his palms painfully. “The name is Bakugou, table for 4?”

He sees it all in slow-mo- the way her mouth goes slack, the way her eyes light up like firecrackers on New Year’s, and then the way her smile becomes positively blinding. He hates her already.

“Holy shit,” she breathes, “of course! So glad you’re here! Oye, Sero?”

“What?” the black-haired guy says without looking, topping up a perfectly poured glass of beer.

“You owe me 10 bucks.”

This gets his attention- he hands the drink off and looks at her, “Why would I-“

The girl just gestures at Bakugou and winks, “It’s him.”

Sero – or plain face, Bakugou’s brain helpfully supplies – immediately looks at him, his eyes widening. “Shit, seriously? Aw, man.” His smile becomes mischievous. “I’ll get Kirishima.” He opens the door behind the bar and disappears.

“What the fuck was that?” Bakugou snaps, beyond irritated to be so out of the loop.

“Nothing, nothing,” Pinky sings, raising her hands in a placating gesture. “Kirishima will show your party to your table. Do you want anything in the meantime?”

“… a beer,” Bakugou concedes because he’s not dumb enough to not get a drink before he sees Kirishima if he can help it.

“Coming right up!”

He waits at the bar, watching as his group of dumbasses ooh and ahh at the place, looking delighted. A bottle of cold beer hits the counter with a satisfying thunk, bringing his attention back to the bartop.

“Enjoy!” Pinky still has a stupid smile on her face but before Bakugou can say anything, the door behind her is thrown open and plain face steps out.

“The restocking can wait, literally the only thing you’ve talked about for the last 3 days is finally happening.”

The guy following him is all tanned skin and thick muscles under a fitted deep red tee shirt. His hair is a bright unnatural red, pulled into a high pony with a few strands still framing his face. His eyes are a softer red than Bakugou’s own, his cheeks sharp and high, and when his eyes meet Bakugou’s, a zip of electricity races down his spine and along his limbs till he can feel it in his toes.

When the man makes his way over, Bakugou also notes how damn tall he is- easily around 6’4”. His smile is shy, and he smells like sandalwood.

“Bakugou, hi,” he breathes, hesitantly holding his hand out. Bakugou takes it in a daze, still amazed by just how stupidly beautiful this stupidly kind bar owner is.

“Heyyo, you disappeared fam, how’s it going?” 

Bakugou hates everything.

He reluctantly slips his hand out of Kirishima’s warm, firm grip and turns to Camie with venomous eyes. “I literally just met him Cam, shut the fuck up.” He turns back to Kirishima, “Can you show us to our table?”

Kirishima shakes his head once before his smile turns blinding, and Bakugou finds himself fighting the urge to shield his eyes. “Of course,” he says in a voice that’s deep and warm and honey-like, “right this way!”

Bakugou snags his beer off the counter and takes a quick swig before Camie steals it and takes a few sips of her own. He growls at her but otherwise behaves, watching Kirishima’s back as he leads them through throngs of people engaged in cheerful conversation.

“Ok, well, he’s hot,” Cam says around the lip of the bottle. “Total beefcake. Whaddya think, boo?”

“I think you should fuck off,” Bakugou hisses, his face burning.

“If you wanted to go on a date, you probably shouldn’t have invited us,” Todoroki says, taking the offered bottle from Camie. 

Before Bakugou can explode in their faces, Kirishima stops and turns around. “Here ya go!” He gestures to a table behind him, tucked into a more private corner of the bar. It’s large and cushy, and when Bakugou gets in after Camie, he’s surprised at how soft the material is.

“So?” Kirishima says, eyes trained on Bakugou.

“Fuckin what?” Bakugou snaps, voice lacking any heat.

Kirishima laughs, head thrown back to reveal a long, thick neck and Bakugou is so damn weak.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?”

Bakugou clicks his tongue before gesturing at each of them, “Camie, marketing expert by day, YouTube beauty vlogger by night, pain in my ass always. Todoroki, environmental lawyer and a soba obsessed weirdo. Inasa, physiotherapist and resident dumbass.”

Kirishima gives them all a wave before saying, “Kirishima, co-owner of Riot and the reason why Bakugou saw more unwarranted penises than strictly necessary in a lifetime.”

“Asshole,” Bakugou grumbles, earning him another laugh and a bashful hand ruffling the back of Kirishima’s head.

“Still so sorry about that man,” Kirishima offers, “everything’s definitely on the house for you all! Speaking of ordering-“ Kirishima moves on to explain their ordering system-

“You can scan the code with your camera app,” the redhead says, pointing at the barcode on the centrepiece of their table, “and it pulls up our bar and food menu. Just enter your order and your table number,” he points at the large digits on the side that glows a bright 15 back at them.

Inasa pulls his phone out to order. Before he leaves, Kirishima says, “Can I get your drink order before I go?”

Camie asks for a LIIT, Inasa gets a Soju bomb and Todoroki starts off with his usual- a cosmo.

“You good on that beer?” Kirishima asks Bakugou warmly, his eyes dancing with mirth.

“I’m fine,” he grumbles, sliding lower into his seat. “Maybe get me another, your choice?”

“Coming right up,” Kirishima beams before stepping away, and Bakugou’s heart splutters around his chest at the sight of sharp white teeth and cheek-aching grins.

“He’s so cute!” Camie squeals, stealing the last of his beer. “And he’s totes into you too.”

“I have to agree, he’s very attractive,” Todoroki says impassively.

“Certified hottie,” Inasa rounds up, flashing his own biceps for some reason.

Bakugou is so done, and they’ve been here all 5 minutes.

  “Kirishim- Kirishima, the beer is overflowing,” Ashido says, pushing him away and taking over. “God, you’re so gone for him, it’s almost embarrassing.”

Kirishima snaps out of his stupor and moves to take the glass back. Ashido hip checks him away.

“You’re being a little stupid, go help Satou with plating and take the food to lover boy’s table.”

“He has a name, you know,” Kirishima mumbles, but Ashido simply laughs, and Kirishima feels his neck and ears go warm.

Because who let Bakugou walk into his bar looking like that? Looking so damn gorgeous in his all-black get up and his perfect eye make-up and that fierce scowl?

Kirishima’s heart had pretty much stopped at the sight of him, and it was yet to regain its usual rhythm.

The redhead rests his forehead against the wall and mumbles, “I’m so screwed.”

“We know buddy,” Sero says, patting his back sympathetically, “we know.”

  For all that Bakugou hates outings and people and outings in places filled with people, he finds himself having a moderately good time.

Because the food is delicious if lacking a little heat, the alcohol is mixed perfectly and the music is fantastic, filtering through old rock classics with some alt stuff mixed in.

And then there’s Kirishima- tending the bar with ease, laughing along with his co-workers, and sending Bakugou wide, happy smiles that sets his entire face on fire.

“This place is awesome,” Camie whoops, banging another shot glass on the table before knocking it back with ease. Todoroki joins her, his impassive face not so much as twitching at the taste of strong tequila before he bites into a lime. Inasa is already beer drunk, cheeks dusky as he hums along to the music.

“Insufferable,” Bakugou mumbles around his 4th-ish beer. He likes to keep up his grumpy act till his last shred of dignity melts away cause of the alcohol, and he’s probably pretty hit already because he lets Camie pull him into her side with her arm around his shoulder, his nose suddenly privy to the scent of her mellow perfume.

“I love you guys,” Camie beams, picking up her beer and waving it in front of her. Todoroki and Inasa clink their drinks against it, and Bakugou silently waves his own bottle around before downing it.

“You guys good on- oh my god, are you Camie? THE Camie?”

It’s Pinky at their table and her eyes are so comically wide that Bakugou can’t help his snort of laughter. He feels Camie straighten up, but her arm around him stays, holding him close.

“Define THE Camie,” she says with a smile in her voice.

“The beauty blogger that I’ve only been following for the last 3 years, holy shit I love your videos.” And then suddenly, her eyes narrow on Bakugou before she snaps her fingers. “NO WONDER YOU LOOK FAMILIAR! You’re the angry blonde in all her videos!”

“Haan? You wanna go pinky?” Bakugou growls, moving to stand up. Camie keeps him firmly by her side, her laughter shaking them both.

“That’s us!” Camie says. Bakugou finally fights his way out of her grip and throws her a withering look, or his drunken attempt at one anyway. She winks, and he fake gags. “I don’t get recognized in public all that often LOL, this is fun.”

“Did you just say LOL in a verbal fucking conversation?”

“What do you mean you don’t get recognized; you literally have like 3.2million subscribers.”

Camie ignores Bakugou and shrugs at Pinky. “I guess my primary demographic aint here fam. Speaking of which,” she thrusts her hand out, “what’s your name?”

“Ashido Mina,” she says, taking her hand firmly. Camie introduces her to the others, and Bakugou looks back at the bar, disappointed to see that he can’t find Kirishima.

“Can I top you guys off?” Kirishima says, suddenly right next to their table, effectively startling the shit outta Bakugou.

Camie chirps an affirmative, Todoroki asks for a water and checks to see if Inasa’s breathing as the big olf continues to sleep, curled up in the corner of the booth.

“And you Bakubro?”

“Don’t call me that,” Bakugou frowns before adding, “I should probably stop, I’m already kinda tipsy.”

“Lightweight,” Camie teases.

Bakugou gives her the stink eye. “Woman, the one time I tried keeping up with you, I ended up in the hospital with alcohol poisoning and you didn’t have so much as a hangover, so fuck off.”

“Seriously?” Kirishima says, eyes wide.

“That’s amazing,” Ashido murmurs, her smile crooked and dangerous.

Bakugou. Hates. Everything.

“He had no lasting liver damage, we’re all fine,” Camie reassures before diving into a conversation with Mina about beauty hacks and good mascara brands and global warming.

Kirishima leans close to Bakugou, bathing him in that warm sandalwood scent. “How about I get you some water and one last beer? A Hefeweizen?”

Bakugou turns to look at him, and his breath hitches in his throat when he notices how close they are, when he sees just how red Kirishima’s eyes are, how the heat seems to radiate off his skin. He exhales in a rush and looks away, answering with a jerky nod.

Kirishima gives his shoulder a friendly squeeze – he’s so warm, his hand is fucking huge – before walking to the bar and picking their stuff up.

When pinky finally meanders away from their table to serve other customers, Camie leans her head on Bakugou’s shoulder and says, “We’ll leave soon, ok?”

Bakugou nods again, leaning some of his weight back into her. Todoroki catches his eye and flashes him a warm, tipsy smile, and if he returns it with one of his own, well, he’s drunk out of his skull and has approximately no fucks to give.

  Long after putting Bakugou and his posse in a cab, before which they insisted on paying pretty much the entire tab since they ate and drank a LOT, Kirishima and the rest are cleaning up when Ashido whips him with her cleaning rag.

Kirishima looks at her with betrayed eyes, “Wha-“

“Ei, you better text him again.”

“About what?” Kirishima says glumly. “I did what I said I would do, and I promised to leave him alone after that.”

“Boy please,” Ashido scoffs, roughly wiping down one of the tables, “ya’ll made such gooey eyes at each other all night, plus I’m pretty sure he paid the entire tab just so you could keep up whatever façade you guys have going on to cover up the fact that you have INSANE chemistry with one another.”

“Yeah, the tension was palpable bro,” Sero chimes in, throwing an arm around his waist. “I think you should text him too. He seemed really amusing, and his whole group was a riot.”

Kirishima rolls his eyes at the pun but smiles at them, feeling a new burst of energy in his limbs.

“You guys are absolutely right! Worst case, he blocks me. At least I won’t have any regrets.”

“Yeah boy, get it with that optimism.”  

  Bakugou wakes up to a slight headache, a mouth that tastes like ash, and a profound sadness that settles atop his sternum, weighing him down and pressing him into his mattress.

He sees the glass of water on his bedside table with ibuprofen placed neatly next to it and downs them both without so much as a second thought. As his brain slowly comes back online, he takes a moment to finally navigate his messy feelings and comes to a crushing realization-

Kirishima doesn’t have to text him anymore.

The redhead had said that he’d leave him alone after making it up to him, and yes, it was Bakugou’s standoffish nature that got them into that situation in the first place. And yes, Bakugou had paid the tab mostly because it was too high a bill to be footed by the bar and Bakugou made bank, but also because a small, minuscule part of him hoped that the gesture would make Kirishima insist on another outing or something to ‘make it up to him'.

The blonde doesn’t even bother to acknowledge the fact that he forgave Kirishima almost two days into texting him.

He almost avoids his phone out of fear alone and makes it through a whole cup of coffee and 3 chapters into a novel recommended by Deku before finally picking up his phone to check for emails and notifications.

He expects none from Kirishima.

So, of course, there are 3 from the redhead.

Bakugou’s heart leaps to his throat and he can’t seem to unlock his phone quite fast enough.

fuck he’s cute hi Bakugou, thank you for coming last night!!!

fuck he’s cute it was actually really cool 2 finally meet you. U didn’t have to pay the tab tho :’D

fuck he’s cute bt since u did, I still owe u. can we figure it out later??? Also, what did you think of the place???

Bakugou dumbass

Bakugou you’ve got a swanky place, I’ll give you that. Food was fucking good too. could be spicier.  

Bakugou you got cam completely hooked

Bakugou and yeah, you better make it up to me later. Asshole.

Kirishima replies a few hours later, just as Bakugou finishes up a yoga routine that stretches out his back in the best way possible.

fuck he’s cute :D :D :D :D :D

fuck he’s cute can’t wait

fuck he’s cute <image attached>

fuck he’s cute ruby says hi

It’s a selfie this time, not a picture of just the kitty. Bakugou can appreciate how cute the mutt is, but for once, he has no attention to spare her. Not when Kirishima’s eyes are crinkling around the edges from how hard he smiles up at the camera, not when he’s wearing a tank top with relaxed arm holes, showing off bulging muscles and hints of ink, and not when just the mere thought of him makes Bakugou’s stomach flop around uncontrollably.

He barely manages to reply coherently.

Bakugou the only bright spot in this shitty world

He presses his phone to his forehead and quietly contemplates just how gay he is. Camie pets his head on the way to the kitchen.

  It takes Bakugou some time to get used to waking up to Good Morning texts and a stream of random thoughts from Kirishima all day. The flutter in his stomach disappears a few weeks into talking to the redhead, instead replaced by a bone-deep warmth that always manages to make him feel a little better.

dumbass kirishima GOOOOOOOD MORNING :D

dumbass Kirishima someone threw up on my fave shoes last night

Bakugou HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Bakugou suffer

dumbass Kirishima y u so mean to me ☹ ☹

Bakugou cause its fuckin hilarious

dumbass Kirishima ☹

Bakugou ugh

Bakugou <image attached> [it’s a picture of Bakugou’s balcony, and all his plants look vibrant green as the sun hits them just right]

dumbass Kirishima :D :D :D

dumbass Kirishima legit felt my serotonin just spike

dumbass Kirishima thxxxxxx

Bakugou whatever

Bakuguo dumbass

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 Bakugou if I plan a murder can I count on your stupid muscles to help me move the body

dumbass Kirishima D:

dumbass Kirishima at least take me out to dinner b4 involving me in your crimes

dumbass Kirishima what a lack of manners

Bakugou stfu

dumbass Kirishima :”D :”D

dumbass Kirishima youre joking right?

dumbass Kirishima right??

dumbass Kirishima RIGHT?????

dumbass Kirishima BAKUGOU THIS IS A BAD TIME TO LEAVE ME HANGING BRO DO NOT DO THIS

Bakugou don’t call me bro

dumbass Kirishima THAT IS NOT THE POINT RIGHT NOW

Bakugou lol I didn’t do shit dumbass don’t worry

Bakugou or did I?

dumbass Kirishima BAKUGOU NO

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 dumbass Kirishima <image attached> [it’s a gym selfie; Kirishima is crouching in front of the mirror shirtless, hair pulled into a bun atop his head. He’s glistening with sweat, and he’s got a more serious look on his face. He’s not actively flexing any muscle, but the pose makes his thighs, calves and biceps bulge. One hand holds the phone, the other is resting on his bent knee]

dumbass Kirishima working on deez gainz

Bakugou what time do you usually workout

dumbass Kirishima depends on my schedule actually

dumbass Kirishima I prefer the morning, but when I take the late night shift I usually go be4 work the next day

Bakugou hmmm

Bakugou let me know

Bakugou maybe we can go together

dumbass Kirishima :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D

Bakugou ugh I changed my mind

dumbass Kirishima :D :D :D :D

dumbass Kirishima no takebacksies

Bakugou fucking fantastic

dumbass Kirishima :D :D :D

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 “So, let me get this straight- you guys gym together at least once a week, you talk every day, your stomach flutters at the mere thought of him and Cam swears he’s making googly eyes at you all the time, and you still haven’t asked each other out yet?”

Bakugou flips his phone off, “Fuck off Deku, don’t be a little shit.”

Midoriya’s face morphs into an amused smile on the other end of their facetime call, “Are you being bashful Kacchan? That’s adorable.”

“I’m hanging up.”

“NOOOOO,” Midoriya bemoans dramatically. “I can’t believe I’m missing all this.”

“Yeah, well, who the fuck told you to teach kids English halfway across the world dumbass?”

“I miss you too Kacchan,” Midoriya beams, making a heart with his hands.

“I truly loathe you.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Midoriya puts a few papers away before sighing. “So?”

“So what?”

“So, are you going to make a move? How do you plan on doing it?”

“I don’t,” Bakugou ruffles his hair and ducks his head to hide his rapidly warming cheeks, “I’m not asking him out Deku, fuck that.”

“Why not?” the asshole whines, eyes wide and innocent. “You deserve happiness Kacchan. Plus, he seems like a really nice guy.” Midoriya leans forward and adds in a whisper, “I’ve heard he has a fantastic butt.”

Bakugou rolls his eyes and flips him off again, “Fuck off, you can’t say that without actually meeting him.”

“I’ll be back before then. You guys better be dating already when I get there.”

“Stop telling me what to do, shitty Deku!”

“Never Kacchan, that’s what you do for the people you love.”

“Ugh, how are you so gross when you’re so far away, I hate you.”

Midoriya’s laugh sounds tinny over the phone speaker, lacking its usual body and warmth. Bakugou huffs again before picking his novel back up to read.

“Hi Zuku,” Camie calls out from over Bakugou’s shoulder. “You need to come back soon and help me with Kitkat, he refuses to make the first move!”

“Butt out of my fucking love life, you freaks!”

“Can’t butt out of something that doesn’t exist Kats,” Camie deadpans.

Bakugou feels extremely justified in flinging a stress ball right at her. The kitchen fills up with raucous laughter, from his phone and from the person standing in front of him, and Bakugou thinks that adding a deeper, warmer laugh to the mix, coming from a specific redhead might not be the worst thing in the world.

  Kiri bakugouuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Bakugou what?

Kiri just wanted to say hi <3

Bakugou wth

Kiri we still on fr the gym tomorrow?

Bakugou obviously you dumbass

Bakugou I need you to spot me

Bakugou im beating my personal best tomorrow or im going to die trying

Kiri so manly :O :O :O

Kiri I’ve got you bruh

Bakugou don’t call me that

Bakugou and I know you do

Kiri <3 <3

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 Bakugou <link>

Bakugou that playlist you were asking about

Kiri u da bomb katsuki

Bakugou katsuki huh?

Bakugou getting cocky I see

Kiri I mean, weve known each other for like 4 months now???

Kiri ur one of my closest pals

Kiri I don’t have to, I just thought ud like it more than bro

Bakugou I do like it more than bro

Bakugou eijirou

Bakugou I guess ur not terrible

Eijirou ????

Eijirou did you just?? pay me????? A compliment??

Eijirou who r u and wat have you done to katsuki?

Bakugou fuck you

Bakugou just fuck you

Eijirou <3 <3 <3

  Bakugou wakes up one morning, approximately 5 months after meeting Kirishima for the first time, with a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

His work goes smoothly. The coffee tastes potent and fresh, his body feels fine, his plants are thriving, Camie is busy with her own deadlines and therefore not bugging him, even the sun is mellow and warm; the perfect weather.

The pit in his stomach worsens with every hour.

It doesn’t help that all of his messages to Kirishima have gone unanswered; he hasn’t even been online all day. In the months that they’ve communicated, he’s never gone a day without texting the man, and now it’s like he fell off the face of the Earth.

When it gets closer to 6 in the evening, Bakugou decides to call if Kirishima doesn’t get in touch himself. Because the pit in his stomach is making him nauseous, and he needs to know if the redhead is ok if only for the sake of his own damn health.

He gets a call from an unknown number at 5:20 in the evening. The pit in his stomach becomes a yawning chasm as he picks up the call.

“Hello?”

“Bakugou, it’s Ashido, from the bar.”

Bakugou pulls in a deep breath. “Where is Kirishima?”

“Um, there was an incident last night, at Riot.” She sighs deeply before continuing, “Kiri got jumped in the alley outside by a bunch of really drunk homophobic assholes that saw him turn down some guy’s number. He actually fought them off for the most part, but he’s sustained a broken nose and some fractured ribs. We’re at the hospital right now.”

Bakugou sinks to the ground, his stomach plummeting with him. “Are you fucking serious right now? Fuck-“

“I’ll text you the hospital details, ok? I’m sorry we didn’t call sooner, between talking to his moms and the hospital folks, it slipped my mind.”

“I’ll be there,” Bakugou says, standing up on shaky feet and stumbling back to his room. “Just don’t leave him alone.”

“Never in a million years.”

They hang up and Bakugou changes, hails a cab, and gets to the hospital in a complete daze.

His affection for the redhead, brimming and spilling from every crevice, makes itself evident when he lays eyes on him in the hospital bed and feels a surge of protectiveness. He wants to kill the people that did this, he wants to gather Kirishima in his arms and hold him tight, he wants to crawl into bed with him and talk about stupid shit and see him smile again.

“He’s pretty high on pain meds right now,” Ashido says from somewhere behind him, pointing to his IV lines, “so he’s been saying really funny stuff. The doctors did a full evaluation and said he should recover completely in 5ish weeks.”

Bakugou nods and swallows thickly. Ashido squeezes his arm before leaving the hospital room, shutting the door behind her softly.

Kirishima hasn’t seen him yet, so Bakugou approaches his bed carefully before placing a hand on the guardrail. The noise pulls Kirishima’s attention towards him, and Bakugou’s gut tightens when those large, warm eyes go completely soft at the sight of him.

“Kassaki~” Kirishima slurs, his smile large and dopey.

“You absolute dumbass,” Bakugou chokes out, his hand moving from the rail to grip Kirishima’s tightly. Kirishima’s fingers twine with his own with practised ease and his smile turns gooey.

“Hi Kats, you look beautiful today.”

Bakugou half-laughs, half-sobs and rubs his eyes fiercely. Kirishima’s face is a bit bruised, and there’s a huge bandage on his nose, but he doesn’t look nearly as bad as Bakugou had first feared. The pit in his stomach finally calms, slowly loosening until he can breathe normally again.

“Shut up Eiji,” Bakugou grumbles, sitting down on the chair beside the bed. He leaves his hand in Kirishima’s.

“Ok,” Kirishima agrees easily. It takes 10 seconds for him to break the silence again.

“Hey Kats?”

“What?”

“Are we dating?”

Bakugou startles at that, eyes snapping over to Kirishima’s. He doesn’t look accusatory or hurt or weirded out or anything- merely curious.

“No, we’re not.”

“Oh.” Kirishima frowns, “Why not?”

Bakugou huffs out a small laugh, “Because we’re both idiots.”

“Oh,” the redhead says, then nods. “That kinda tracks.”

“HEY!”

Kirishima’s smile becomes dopey again, eyes crinkling in the most endearing way.

“I really like you Kats. You’re so smart and funny and you always smell like fabric softener, and you’re just like. Really pretty.”

Bakugou feels his face heat up completely, his grip on Kirishima’s hand tightening.

“Just rest, you dumbass,” Bakugou says weakly, his entire body too hot for comfort. He watches Kirishima’s smile become something warm and loving in a way that hits his heart, and he doesn’t let go of the redhead’s hand, right up until the end of visiting hours.

When he exits the hospital alongside Ashido, he feels the last of his energy drain.

“I cant believe we didn’t get to him sooner,” Ashido mumbles, rubbing at her eyes fiercely. “The bar was noisy, and he just wanted to dump out some trash. Hanta noticed he was gone a while before we went out back and found him punching the last dude.”

Bakugou purses his lips. Truth be told, he cant believe Kirishima had gotten so badly hurt so close to his own bar, and he’s pissed as fuck that the idiot brigade had even let it happen, but the sincerity in Ashido’s voice tugs at his chest painfully.

“I’m sure he’ll forgive you.” Bakugou laughs humorlessly. “He’ll probably say there’s nothing to forgive in the first place.”

Ashido’s laugh is hollow, “That’s our Eijirou.” She looks at Bakugou again. “You coming tomorrow?”

He flashes her his best sneer. “You best believe I’m going to come by every single fucking day till he’s discharged.”

Ashido’s smile becomes a little more genuine, a little more well-rounded.

“I’m really glad he has you.” Her voice goes all soft and gross as she continues, “You mean a LOT to him, in case you didn’t already know.”

“Fuck off,” Bakugou mumbles, before waving her off and walking away.

Because he does know.

He also knows he’s falling madly in love with him, and that he’s completely and utterly screwed.

And he finds that he really doesn’t mind all that much. Some people, he rationalizes, are worth the horrible butterflies and the too hot too cold feelings down the back of his spine.

Some people, he realizes, are worth loving with everything you’ve got.

  It takes Kirishima five weeks of house arrest to recover completely. Bakugou spends every weekday and a few of the weekends with him, staying over more often than not. He fusses over the redhead, forces him to take his medication on time, and cooks him everything under the sun.

“You’re spoiling me,” the redhead whines when Bakugou serves him what smells like the best mapo tofu he’s ever going to have.

The blonde grins triumphantly, “You’re damn right I am.”

They bicker and banter constantly, but they also curl up and marathon old bond movies at night. Kirishima goes over the bar’s paperwork while Bakugou works off his couch, and they take turns making the coffee. Ruby falls in love with Bakugou and curls up on his chest every chance she gets, and Bakugou laughs at Kirishima’s look of betrayal. The redhead’s couch is ridiculously comfortable, and he leaves his memory foam pillow with the blonde.

“You refuse to take my bed,” he grumbles, “so you damn well better accept my stupid pillow.”

Bakugou’s neck thanks the redhead profusely.

It’s new and weird, living with someone for the first time. Kirishima’s posse are in and out through the day, and Camie comes by just as often, bringing a change of clothes and gossip with her. Todoroki drops in with some high-quality tequila sometimes and Inasa brings his infectious energy, and through all of this, Kirishima remains in high spirits, even if he goes a little stir crazy sometimes.

It’s new and it’s weird, going from casual touches to more loving ones, more comforting ones. It becomes commonplace for Bakugou to rest his head between Kirishima’s shoulder blades on the days that he has a bad time at work. It’s normal for Kirishima to place his head on Bakugou’s lap while they watch shark documentaries. It’s easy for them to bump knees and press their calves together while enjoying their morning coffee.

It’s new and it’s weird and it’s amazing.

Because Bakugou finds himself falling in love with the little things. The way Kirishima sticks his tongue out when he’s smashing the PS5 controller during an especially intense game of Mario party, the way he makes the coffee with a sleepy smile on his face, the way he hums off-key to a song that’s stuck in his head, the way he can understand Bakugou- can differentiate between his frustrated fuck, his bashful fuck, his angry fuck, his sleepy fuck.

And how he accepts it all without so much as a hitch in his step.

Bakugou watches himself fall in love, slowly, and then all at once.

  “How is it that he lived with you for almost 5 weeks and you STILL didn’t ask him out? Or kiss him stupid? Or something?”

Sero has a finger pinching the bridge of his nose, the other flexing loosely in front of his chest as he tries to fathom the stupidity of two people that could not be more into each other if they tried.

“I, I uh-“ Kirishima hangs his head, “I have no excuse.” He sighs deeply. “I was scared he’d give me a pity answer cause I was injured and everything.”

Ashido looks over her shoulder with incredulous eyes. “Are you kidding me?”

“What?”

“Eiji, I know you love us so like, if any of us were hurt like this you’d take care of us till we were better too. But do you think someone like BAKUGOU would practically move into someone’s house to make sure they were ok if he wasn’t nuts about them? Really?”

Kirishima’s face flushes, and he waves her away. “I don’t want to read into it. He’s just a really, really, really good guy. And what we have is good, it’s great! We’re bros. Pals. Friends. It’s all good.”

Ashido continues to stare at him for another moment before throwing her hands up and yelling, “BOYS!” She stomps into the kitchen to help Satou with prep for the day.

They continue to stock up the bar, Kirishima assigned to prepping limes and the ice machine, when the door opens and someone steps in.

“Sorry, we’re not op- Bakugou?”

And there stands the blonde with the biggest bouquet of flowers – chrysanthemums and sunflowers – that Kirishima has ever seen. The redhead distantly hears the sound of a door close behind him, and suddenly they’re alone, the tension positively stifling.

“Bakugo-“

“Go on a date with me.”

Kirishima sucks in a startled breath, his heart hammering in his chest.

“Go on a date. With me,” Bakugou repeats, his neck and ears tinging the loveliest shade of red. “The romantic kind. Where we dress up and get food and drinks and fight over the bill and walk each other to the door and get super awkward before we kiss. All that shit.”

Kirishima isn’t sure how it happens- one moment he’s on this side of the bar, the next, he’s jumping across and gathering Bakugou into a tight embrace, mindful of his newly healed ribs but still unwilling to release the blonde until Bakugou returns his hug, burying his face into Kirishima’s chest.

“Is that a yes?” Bakugou mumbles when they finally pull away, his hands fisted in Kirishima’s shirt.

“In every possible language out there,” Kirishima answers, ducking down to softly kiss Bakugou on the cheek. He laughs as the blonde cusses and shoves him away and laughs even harder when Bakugou’s own smile covers his entire face, bright and open and oh so breathtaking.

That smile is Kirishima’s and Kirishima’s alone.

  Eiji hiiiiiiiiiiii

Bakugou I swear to god Ei

Bakugou if you’re late for our first date I will find you

Eiji and give me a kiss? :*

Bakugou I don’t kiss people that don’t have good time management

Bakugou so fuck off

Eiji still so mean to me ☹

Eiji I want that kiss tho

Eiji so ill be ready

Eiji promise

Bakugou good

Eiji  <3

Bakugou <3

Eiji :D :D :D :D :D :D

Eiji YOU LIKE ME ENOUGH TO SEND EMOJIS HU H <3333

Bakugou it will never happen again

Bakugou so fuck right off

Eiji :”D

Bakugou im outside

Eiji be right there

Eiji <3